#the worst kind of nepo baby actually

[cytryndor]

hey guys listen i made a meme

[izufeels]

⁝ KATSUKI BAKUGOU !

description: as model! momo’s PA, you have a lot of interesting interactions

content warning: meet-cutes; flirting; no one really likes katsuki; stress y/n

You don’t hate your job. Actually, you really like your job. You like Momo and her friends, you like flying to different countries every week— even if that means you can’t ever make your own plans— and you especially like the money.

What you don’t like, is the hours upon hours spent in a sketchy warehouse with no air conditioning. Which, in retrospect, isn’t the worst place Momo has had a shoot, but it’s definitely the most unbearable.

You’re surrounded by models, obviously, and their own overly-snobby PA’s— whom you’d probably rather die than talk to.

And it’s hot. Insufferably hot. Triple digits hot. You regret wearing your hoodie and you regret not wearing a shirt under it even more.

You would say something to Momo, but she’s in front of a white backdrop with her arms draped over Shoto Todoroki— world famous model and your second favorite nepo baby.

And then your phone buzzes. You tear your eyes away from Momo and Shoto, looking down at your phone. “Oh,” you whisper, standing up from your chair. The notification is from DoorDash— Momo’s matcha latte has arrived.

So you get up without excusing yourself— because the people around you wouldn’t care anyway. You walk to the door, get the drink, and make your way back to your seat.

And, because you’re so engrossed in your phone, you don’t see the man headed straight for you and you slam directly into the front of him. The matcha latte spills down his torso and you’re frozen in fear.

You’re not looking up at his face yet— too mortified— but you can tell he’s a model just from the compression shirt and washboard abs that the drink is covering.

Imagine your surprise when you look up and see the Katsuki Bakugou standing in front of you.

Katsuki Bakugou; famous Japanese model, nepo baby and world class asshole. Or, so you’ve heard. You haven’t had the pleasure of meeting him, only listened to Momo and her friends bitch about him.

But, looking at him now, he’s kind of cute. Okay, he’s more than cute, he’s hot. His jawline is chiseled and his eyes are a dangerous shade of red that makes you want to commit atrocities not yet heard of.

“Holy shit,” you breathe out. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t even watching where I was going and- oh my god. This is so embarrassing. I’m so sorry. I- oh my god.”

He looks down at his shirt, annoyance flickering across his face for less than a second before disappearing. His eyes narrow but, somehow, you can tell there’s no heat behind them. “S’fine,” he mumbles, sighing.

The silence is awkward for several seconds when, finally, you manage to open your mouth. “I um, I can pay for your shirt,” you offer, voice soft. “Like uh, for dry cleaning and stuff. Because, you know… I- I ruined it.”

He looks down at his shirt again as if he’d forgotten about the giant stain. A small chuckle bubbles up from his chest and he shakes his head, looking back at you. “Nah, don’t bother. Ain’t the first time this has happened.”

“What?” You furrow your brows and tilt your head. “You’ve had multiple girls spill matcha latte on your shirt because they were too busy scrolling on Instagram?”

He snorts, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Not exactly,” he chuckles. “but I’ve had people spill way worse on me. So, a little green liquid is like a walk in the park.”

You sense the eyes on you. You can hear the whispers. But, at this moment, it’s just you two. His red eyes staring into your own. “I’m Y/n,” you say, sticking your hand out. “Momo’s PA.”

He regards your hand with a blank stare, like he isn’t sure why it’s being extended to him, but, eventually, he takes it. His hand is so much bigger than yours and a shock runs the length of your arm as his palm meets yours. He grips you a little tighter than necessary. “Katsuki.”

“You’re a model, right?” You already know the answer, but you don’t want the conversation to end.

For some reason, your question makes Katsuki preen. He puffs his chest out slightly, clearly proud of the fact that you actually know who he is, and nods. “And a damn good one,” he says, a smirk finding its way onto his lips.

You open your mouth, but Momo’s voice cuts through the air and makes you turn. “Y/n!” she exclaims, briskly walking over to you. “Hey, are you okay? Is he bothering you?” she turns to him and narrows her eyes. “Why are you harassing her? I’ll pay for the shirt, for fucks sake. Go away.”

The smirk slides off his face in a heartbeat. He shoots your friend a glare and opens his mouth to respond. “I’m not harassing her,” he growls. “She ran into me like a dumbass. Dropped her own drink. Not my fault.”

“W- well it’s not really my drink-” you gasp and your eyes widen once more. “Momo! Oh my god, your drink! I’m so sorry! I spilled it everywhere!”

She holds up a hand and shakes her head, stopping you from delving into a second round of apologies. “It’s fine,” she says, shooting a sharp glare at Katsuki. “I just hope he didn’t give you too much trouble. Come on, let’s go. I’m done here anyway.”

tags; @sazankahanei @mimidonottouch

[sluttsumu]

let me live my fratboy!inarizaki dream okay?

chars: ‘tsumu, osamu, suna, & kita

nsfw — mdni, tw: corruption

fratboy!atsumu who is literally the worst person alive, but he’s hot and a good fuck so it makes it okay, okay?

he’s fucked every girl from his fan club and every bimbo on campus but that’s not what satisfies him at all. prissy, hard-to-get girls with their hymens still intact really turns him on. why? because he enjoys the chase of a women who won’t instantly fall to her knees for him. secretly finding information about his next target so he could casually end up in the same study period, or walking along the same path just so he could talk to her. it could be labeled kind ‘stalkery’ but he labeled it as persistent, because at the end of the day once her manicure was clawing at his back it’s mission accomplished, and onto the next. “you didn’t think i actually wanted you? did you” he’d chuckle in the faces of the girls who looked at him with tears in their eyes, he figured that in the end they would end up blaming themselves for fucking a known whore anyway.

fratboy!suna whose an old money nepo-baby, in which he flashes his parents cash to attract gold digger, wannabe future housewives.

slut is an understatement, calculated whore is a better term. as a psyc major he’s the king of gaslighting and manipulation, AND THE GIRLS EAT IT UP. unlike atsumu he somewhat puts in the effort to finding a girlfriend, but there’s always a new one…every month. being sly and cunning is genetic according to him, it’s also the same way he manipulates girls into not wearing condoms. “c’mon pretty, how’re gonna give me an heir with latex in the way, hmm?” and it works every time. every selfish, greedy girlfriend he’s had falls for his antics in hopes to marry their way into his family, and give him a baby. let’s just say the only “compensation” they got was from a therapist or him buying them off to get a plan b the next morning.

fratboy!kita who is literally so smart he manages to y= m (x+d)^2 + k, girls into his bed.

it’s all so innocent at first when he offers to carry a certain girls books, and that turns into him sitting next to her in class. it’s cute from a far, isn’t it? when in reality he’s just singled out the classes bimbo in hopes to tutor her. day by day he’d observe while sitting next to her, as she’d glance over at him to catch him staring from time to time. she thought that he was maybe admiring how pretty she was or caught on to her perfume of the day, but that was never the case. in his mind he was practically drooling over the way her tits spilled out of her shirt, or when they had a test and he could tell she stayed up all night because she looked completely fucked out. after her whining a few times about her grades he offered to help, which just turned into him making her that much dumber by fucking her over his desk till she was babbling. “stupid girls fall into stupid traps” he’d say, and the fact that he did this every semester meant that he was always right.

fratboy!osamu who is literally the most nonchalant asshole known around the entire campus.

osamu was too persuasive for his own good. he could never hold a solid relationship or friendship with anyone of the opposing gender, why? because he ends up fucking all of his female friends, and then ghosting them not even 24 hours after. his tricks were the same with every girl, and a night out with him always turned into the walk of shame the following morning. the only notifications any girl would receive from him afterwards is a copy of their intoxicated sex tape which most don’t remember making and a follow up message saying “my friends think you look really good on camera btw”. confronting him after study hall the next day wouldn’t change a thing, simply because the only response he’d give was “do i know you?”

SLUTTSUMU 2023

[socialistexan]

Directly next to each other lmao.

The "rich elites" thing is a distraction at best. It's much more about not realizing who your market is and then trying to capitalize on them on the worst possible time to try to see them a thing they don't want (or can't afford) in a time of rising income inequality and financial stress. It's a poor decision, pure and simple.

Pay artists fairly, absolutely, yes, all labor deserves to be compensated fairly, that's an underlying tenant of socialism, but usually it's in relation to bosses and the ruling rich, not other workers and poor college students.

I have no personal stake in this. I don't watch any content from Watcher. I never got into Ghost Files or Puppet History. I'm just someone who has been on the internet for 20 years and seen people like this make this mistake over and over.

The only one who pulled this off is Dropout, but they:

Did it gradually over 5-6 years and really only went mostly independent when they were forced to (ie their parent company tried to shut them down)

Have multiple times as much content from a wide set of talent that releases almost daily and has a very wide variety. Don't like D20? Here's Game Changer. Don't like that? Here's Um, Actually. Or Dirty Laundry. Or Very Important People. Or Total Forgiveness. Or Play it By Ear. Or the nearly two decades of CollegeHumor sketch comedy archives.

Let's face it, Sam Reich - as much as I love him - is kind of a nepo baby of the former Secretary of Labor of the United States of America (though imo maybe the most left-wing one in the nation's history), so even if he didn't help financially (there is no proof of this), Sam had a hell of an economics advisor in his father, former Secretary of Labor of the United States Robert Reich.

Watcher has, what, 3 on screen guys and a handful of people behind the scenes? It screams hubris or greed. Either/or.

[seraphtrevs]

8.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

this is my spiciest take - howard hamlin was not a nice person, at least for most of the show's run. or well, he was "nice" as in polite, but definitely not "nice" as in kind, gentle, generous, sweet, etc. I think that he was on his way to becoming a genuinely nice person, and I think it can be argued he's the only character in the gilliverse who actually took the good choice road. he had a dark night of the soul where he confronted his worst traits, and instead sprinting towards denial, he made a genuine effort to humble himself and treat other people better. (nacho gets an honorable mention, but lbr - if hector hadn't threatened his dad, nacho would still be out there stabbing people in the back both literally and figuratively.)

so good for him! but i feel like season 6 wiped people's memories about how awful he often was before that - he just took on the guise of being "nice." for example, when kim leaves HHM, howard forgives her student loan debt - what a nice guy! but whatever kim's debt was was probably as much as a rounding error for a multi-million dollar business like theirs. this isn't a gesture that cost him anything. (the actually nice thing for him to do would be to let kim have mesa verde.)

and then it turns out that his "kind" gesture had a nasty stinger hidden in it. after jimmy's trial, howard approaches kim having lunch with kevin and makes a snide remark about doc review.

of course it's understandable that he's angry, given everything that happened. but i think what he was most angry about was kim pointing out the truth on the stand (that he's a nepo baby), so his response was to remind her of her place (always below him, no matter what). she writes him the check because she doesn't want him to be able to hold that over her forever, and he angrily refuses because that would put them on equal standing. the money meant nothing to him but everything to her, and that's the way he'd like to keep it. that's the stinger in the gift - he forgave her debt so he could demand her gratitude, and he's angry that she broke that unspoken bargain by humiliating him in court. in that light, his "gift" doesn't seem so kind after all

choose violence ask game

[styxbugg]

Hi I hope you don't mind another ask but

I am very interested in hearing what you have to say about Gobo's family 👀 (please talk for as long or short as you feel like it I'm. very normal about them.)

Ohohohoo crispy you're enabling me >:)

basically, a lot of Gobo's traits in the show can be traced back to Matt and how Matt treats him, because while Matt is overall a good caretaker he still does have a lot of not-great habits when it comes to gobo.

The main traits of Gobo's that is explained through this is his ego and his habit of bossing others around.

For the ego, I like to joke that Gobos a nepo baby but it is true. He's well known throughout the rock because he's the nephew of the most famous explorer. He's probably been told his whole life how great his uncle and therefore how great he is, so it makes sense that he'd have a pretty big ego.

While we don't see it too much, anytime that Gobo is with Matt, Matt spends most of that time putting Gobo down (not on purpose) or taking credit for stuff Gobo's done, and likely taking control of anything they do (we can see he's not that great at listening). So when Matt's not there, Gobo kind of pushes back on that by taking control of what he and his friends do. So since Matt is kind of putting him down, Gobo brings himself back up by acting as an indisputable leader with the rest of the five (something that annoys Red to no end, but that's another thing).

They both have tons of remediable qualities too, I want to make it clear that I'm not bashing either of them. I think it's really interesting that you can see how Gobo's worst traits might've originated from Matt's worst traits.

And I'm not done! But the next part does have spoilers for the episode "Born to Wander", so have caution.

And it's not just with Gobo that we can see how his traits originated, we can see that with Matt too, through his Uncle Gobo. Through the family tree, bad traits get passed down from uncle to nephew :)

Now Uncle Gobo is a terrible person (fraggle?) and I hate him so much -- like if I'd ever meet him it'd be on sight -- but he does give some really good insight to Matt's personality!

Matt used to be not meek, but extremely apologetic. Instead of taking credit for everything he'd take the blame for everything, and this was mostly because Uncle Gobo would blame him for literally everything and pretty much shove his failures in his face, regularly telling Matt that he'd never be an explorer.

We can actually see in the episode when Matt shifts away from being apologetic into how we usually see him; overconfident. He finally did something right and is getting praise for it. It's likely that after getting so much blame for so long he didn't want to stop the praise, which could develop into his habits of self aggrandizing and taking the credit for stuff he didn't do.

What's really nice though is that, even if Matt isn't perfect, you can still see that he's trying his best with Gobo and is a lot better than his uncle was. The best example is probably how Matt would take Gobo along for all his adventures through the rock, because that's something he wanted his uncle to do that never happened.

Anyway! If you read this far, thank you :) Cripsy, sorry if I spoiled a bit, I know you aren't quite there in the show yet. But yeah, I've thought about this family so sososo much, I just hope it all made sense lol

[historia-vitae-magistras]

Does Matt ever have consequences for being that anxious? That can't be healthy.

It affects his life yeah. His sleep and his relationships are his big casualties. He's good in a crisis, very good at calming himself when there's a task in front of him. He breathes his way through to get the life and death things done. Give him an objective and he can get past even the worst of it. I don't think of him as having full blown panic attacks, Arthur would have trained those out of him if they occurred. But a lot of elevated heart rate, headaches, gut churning and being very easily startled especially out of sleep. I actually apply canon for once in that he falls asleep in inappropriate times and places. Nodding off on the underground, closing his eyes during his lunch break and waking up 18 hours later dehydrated and the dizzy kind of ravenous.

And I imagine it's kind of ridiculous to a lot of his peers given his place in the world. He can be the epitome of first world problems. Nepo dominion baby of two empires, deputized baby brother of the world's only hegemon; proud and smug and a bit prickly but still this much of a wreck sometimes. Like c'mon Matt, the privilege makes this a bit ridiculous but he is what he is. Goddamn disaster boy my beloved.

[elvisabutler]

quiet on the set ( part one )

summary: once upon a time there was a female director who happened to be a bit of a nepotism baby despite her father's known distaste for them. once upon a time there was a singer turned singing actor who just wanted to be a serious actor. this is the story of how those two people meet, kind of hate each other, make two award winning films together and fall in love along the way somehow. fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: t, this part at least pairing: elvis presley x original female character word count: 3159 warnings: negative self talk. the colonel. talk of nepo babies. anxiousness. mild period typical misogyny. a whole thing about how transatlantic accents are the worst. playing a bit loose and fast with history. a use of the nickname princess that will exist this entire fic. author’s note: i have had this brewing since december. i've been trying to just straight up finish it before posting but i am truly at this point the most impatient and want to share it with everyone. it's based on a post by @steph-speaks who mentioned a female director and elvis winning awards and then @headfullofpresley and @burninlovebutler got at it and then oops angst. not spoiling it but this doesn't go exactly like the post i promise. i also can't find the post but steph has known about this for a long time. beyond that, so, few things of note, alfred hitchcock's actual daughter had said that he didn't believe in nepotism but i am deciding that in the case of a daughter who wanted to follow in his footsteps, well he could make an exception. in addition, transatlantic pictures shut down after three films but for the sake of this story, i do what i want and no it didn't. beyond that, picture elvis or austin elvis, works well either way i like to think. and special thanks to christi, bee, birdie and marina. i'd tag all of y'all but you're in the taglist so it seems silly. but those four have kept this chugging along more than i'm willing to admit. also credit to marina for the moodboard.

"That's the director?" Elvis asks a bit incredulously, narrowing his eyes at his manager, Colonel Tom Parker. "The one whose daddy gets her all the movies n' scripts she'd like and they turn out kind of good? That's who they've got directing this picture?"

Wasn't that just great, he's got one last shot to make a good- an honest to God good film and he's stuck being a part of the little Princess's latest vanity film. Well, he's hopefully stuck doing it, because while the Colonel assures him that he's going to be in it, that they'll have the contract whipped up in a jiffy but- she's insisting on an audition. Imagine that, him having to audition for a film, it's mildly embarrassing is what it is. He knows- god he knows his career isn't hot, knows that even with the special he's whipping up with Binder and Bones that his career's in the toilet like Binder said. But to have him have to audition for a picture that was a remake of Brando picture? It's an insult and an embarrassment to both him and her even if he figures this is the one time he can fully guarantee he won't have to croon some set of songs that the Colonel insisted get shoehorned in.

"My boy, they asked for you specifically, something about how they wanted a true Southern man in the role this time." The Colonel tries to explain before Elvis runs his tongue over the front of his teeth in frustration.

"Ain't from New Orleans, Colonel. Hell ain't even from Louisiana. Won't sound like Stanley's supposed ta-"

"Nonsense, you don't need to be exact. Just good enough. I've got you another picture! And they're paying you more than than the others." Elvis wishes that hearing that they're willing to pay him more didn't make his ears perk up but it does. It reminds him of how his daddy was mentioning they could use a bit more cash unless he wanted to get rid of some things or some workers.

"'nough to keep everyone happy?" Elvis asks gently, worried the answer is one he's not going to want to hear. He just needs to know his- needs to know his daddy isn't going to remind him of the cash flow problems.

"And more, my boy. It'll put you back on track, hm? I'll have to talk them into some songs but her producers and Miss Hitchcock herself know my demands." A beat. "Our demands."

Elvis can feel the migraine already starting to form behind- or maybe it's around- his eyes and finds himself leaning back against the chair looking up at the sky. It's almost as if he wants to ask his mama if it's the right thing to do. This- He remembers Streetcar, remembers his Mama thinking that Brando was good- great in it but telling him it was a shame a real Southern boy didn't get the part. Now that he's been in the movie business he understands why, understands that making a man from Nebraska talk like it is easier than letting a Southern man do it but find himself without a job because he can't shake how he sounds in a way that makes people- all those who like that accent they call Transatlantic- uncomfortable. Like sounding faintly hoity toity didn't make most people feel dumb as a bag of rocks and feel like Hollywood might be making fun of them. He might have lost his accent a little- consequence of being in California, he figures, he still knows he sounds a hell of a lot closer to Stanley than Brando did.

"Ya- Ya know I don't gotta record anythin' for this. This- this ain't a film that you can put 'em in. People- People won't be expecting that with me playin' him." He manages to avoid the natural infection he wants to add to the end of that sentence. Manages to avoid turning it into a question because he's not entirely sure. His pictures aren't doing as well and he's bored out of his goddamn mind with them, but is it because of the songs or is it because of him?

"That's what will make it different." The Colonel says with a smile that makes Elvis bite the inside of his mouth just a little in frustration. He wants to fight, to argue right now but it's not worth it to even try so he nods slowly earning an even larger smile. "I'll iron out the details. You just- knock her socks off, hm?"

A sigh leaves Elvis's mouth as he nods. He can feel the dreams he had for this film starting to crumble in his mind. The vision's already there, instead of screaming- shouting- bellowing Stella's name, he'll be singing it. Singing about how he needs her and how he's a fool. The same old song and goddamn dance for him to do so people can maybe buy tickets. Maybe see him in something they'll think is a departure from everything but is just more of the same bullshit masquerading as fun entertainment. Mr. Williams- Tennessee's gonna be mortified he let the Princess touch his film and cast him, gonna be mortified a fellow Southern man did his work so dirty. He can faintly hear The Colonel talking but the words honestly don't matter to him any more, washing over him like as if they're nonsense or a different language. Elvis stops nodding and giving appropriate hums after a while and finally was left in blissful silence to contemplate what exactly he had agreed to.

The day of the audition it's raining which Elvis thinks he should have taken as a sign from God that something was going to happen. What that particular thing would be he couldn't know but rain like this when the day before it had been sunny and bright? Hell, when earlier in the day it had been. The umbrella he had kept most of the water from drenching him but it was a near miss as he entered the building. Now, he knows very well where he's supposed to be, he had been told the room, had it written down on a piece of paper, everything, but here he was with a brain feeling half waterlogged and a piece of paper with smudged ink he couldn't read any more.

Well, he could read part of it. Something with the number eight in it assuming that wasn't just the ink smudging to make a zero turn into the eight. It shouldn't be that much of a problem, he doesn't know Warner Bros lots and buildings as well as he should but it's not like there should be that much of a difference between places- between studios. It should be easy enough to find, just look for all the places that had an eight attached to them and he's got to find her in one of them. He just hoped she wasn't a stickler for being on time given the circumstances. Hell, it's not as if this sort of thing was something he prepared for and planned to get caught having a problem with. Then again, maybe he'd get lucky, have a nice third time's the charm moment with rooms he tries.

Eighth time was the charm is what it was beginning to look like. How one place could have so many things that had things involving the number eight he has no idea. He looks at his watch and frowns, he's now almost thirty minutes late and what does he have to show for it? He still hasn't found her or anyone who's been able to even direct him to her. There's a part of him that's about to throw in the towel in sheer aggravation when he opens the door to reveal a woman just a few years younger than him looking so composed and polite he'd have thought he was looking at Princess Grace Kelly herself. Her brunette hair was pulled into a tight bun that somehow didn't make her look too harsh and instead seemed more practical than anything else. His eyes scanned her form starting with heels that he imagined gave her height but also served to lengthen her legs, not that he thinks she needed it, not that much at least. The longer he stares the more he swears she seems familiar but perhaps that feeling is just from the fact that she's another human being who looks like she just might be able to tell him what he needs to know. That she looks- reasonably attractive and has his eyes settling on her ample hips for just a hair longer than he should doesn't mean anything. Elvis manages to take a deep breathe before strolling in like he owns the place and stopping right in front of the woman in the room, completely ignoring the camera that is in the room.

"Thank God, someone who might be able to help- 'm supposed to be goin' to an audition. I know, having me audition for somethin', right? But I'm supposed to be auditionin' for Ms. Hitchcock and I can't find the room she wanted me t'have me do it in. And now I'm runnin' just a bit late and I figure she's gonna have a fit 'bout it." Elvis realizes he's mildly rambling and finds himself pretty thankful that by the grace of God he isn't stuttering from the nerves he feels in relation to this audition. The more he looked into it the more he realized she's a tough sell and is known for- bringing things out of her performers that make him excited- even if he's still so apprehensive- to maybe work with her. His eyes fllt to the camera, finally deciding to take his eyes off of her and her disapproving gaze. "Why are you in here with a camera by yourself?"

Her lips curl into a wry smile before she purses her lips and just lets out a slow exhale. "Imagine Mr. Presley having to audition for Ms. Hitchcock. I know who you are, Mr. Presley. But I take it you have no idea who I am. After all, I don't appear to be having- oh how did you put it- a fit about you being late. I did see the weather outside. Nasty bit for California if I'm being honest." She pauses and looks at him like she's peering into his soul before standing up and walking to him, holding out her hand when she finally reaches him. "Catherine Hitchcock, the reason you're having to audition."

Elvis is entirely aware that if he had a mirror in front of him he would get to witness his life flashing before his eyes and see the color drain from his face. He had just- She had just let him go on and embarrass himself. Formality or not, this was not how he needed to have things start out with him and her, especially since he's been practicing over and over and he wants this to work, wants to earn his place in this film. The Colonel may think it's a done deal but he doesn't think so and the more he looks at Catherine the more he thinks he's right. This would be the perfect excuse to keep him away from this film. He's not punctual, he's insulting, he's-

"Why, so you can tell me I'm too Southern for a picture that takes place in New Orleans?" The words slip out before he has a chance to stop them, his brain deciding he needs to defend himself from what slight it feels she committed against him. "Been told it's a formality, Ms. Hitchcock. They tell me wrong?"

Catherine tilts her head just so in a way that's infuriating to Elvis. She's studying him like he's beneath her, like he's some bug she's found in the dirt and is inspecting to see if she wants to keep. "I don't need a singing actor. They told you wrong, this is a serious audition and one I'm beginning to doubt you-"

"Prepared for?" He finishes her sentence with a huff of a laugh, shaking his head as he backs up a little. "Nice to know you're every bit the princess I figured ya were. Can't handle other people gettin' in on-"

"Mr. Presley." She warns as she moves back to her table and shuffles some papers before sitting back down. "I don't- you are thirty minutes late, we don't have time to- I need you to focus. We're busy people, are we not?"

His eyes slide down her form once more, noting how her relatively ample chest is heaving just slightly in frustration as she looks at him and he wrenches his eyes from the view as he nods. "Considerin' I gotta head to talk t'some more people, I'd say yeah. From the top, then?"

Catherine nods, moving to fiddle with the camera in order to attempt to tape this audition. "Yes, Mr. Presley, from the top."

What transpires next is the longest three hours of Elvis's life. He's heard about English women, sophisticated women being hard to crack, heard about them being hard to get a read on but if there's one thing he knows, it's how to read someone- how to read women specifically. Even though he had been such a nervous boy and young man, he knew how to charm them nowadays. Knows the ins and outs of their faces and how he knows that he's pleased 'em. But Catherine is blank, she's blank and silent. All the other directors had mentioned things he might need to change when between takes or between different lines. Yet here she was leaving him to drown in uncertainty. Leaving him to drown without offering a life preserver to tell him he's doing good, to tell him she likes how he's approaching things. He's pretty sure he'd take her telling him he's atrocious versus this silence. Is this how people feel working with her father? Is this why- no Elvis can't dwell on it, can't dwell on the possibility that Little Miss Princess Hitchcock is going to be cruel enough to tease him with a part only to deny him it. Elvis starts to open his mouth to begin again before Catherine holds up her hand and shakes her head.

"I've seen enough, Mr. Presley. Heard enough of your voice for today, I'm afraid." Her tone sounds bored, he thinks, but maybe that's just how she sounds in general, maybe that's not a true sign of her dislike or enjoyment of his performance. He wishes he was able to read off of whoever's playing Blanche, oh he knows he could have shined better. Shown off how good he is playing off of other humans and not a wall of silence other than required lines. He runs his tongue across the front of teeth before his lips twist into a frown of sorts.

"That it then? Ya done wit' me?" Elvis asks and there's a small part of him that knows he means it a multitude of ways and not just if she's done with him today. Catherine's response startles him when she nods with a certainty that has his stomach dropping to the floor.

"I'll be in touch if you got it, Mr. Presley. After all, I never did say it was a guarantee. To you or to Colonel Parker. If he told you any different, that is entirely his fault." Her body easily moves to stand up and starts to grab the roll of film. "Your voice suits him well enough, though, I suppose. If you can shake any lingering California traces."

"I don't have any-" Elvis starts before he hears the tap-tap-tap of her heels against the floor and feels her finger on his lips.

"You do. Now, if you excuse me, do go and handle your business that I've kept you from, I'd hate to be known as someone who caused you problems like that." She pauses, and turns around, leaving Elvis to stare at her backside and the way her high waisted pants are somehow perfectly tailored to her body and- he was not going to dwell on that.

Words and defenses that are on his lips died as soon as he felt her finger against his lip so he nods and gives her the largest and most sincere smile he can manage. "'Course. Have a good day, Ms. Hitchcock. Lookin' forward t'workin' wit' ya. If ya go with me."

There, that's what he needed to do, to plant a seed so she'd know he was serious about this job, that he was serious about wanting this for so long and no one wants to give him a chance to prove himself. This time he could do it though, this time he wanted to do it and this time he wants to hear some form of praise coming from her mouth. He leaves the room as he hears her sigh and hears a small creaking noise from the chair.

Waiting for Catherine to call him involves days that feel like blurs and yet feel like they never end at the same time. Nothing to the Colonel, nothing to him, not even her calling to tell him that he was the worst actor she had ever come in contact with. Two whole weeks of being on edge waiting for some knowledge only to be let down every single day. It's the 8th of the month now and he hears the phone ring and Elvis swears he's never moved so fast as he has from the front door of his house to the nearest phone. Catherine's voice rings out through the phone and Elvis finds that he's holding his breath.

"Stanley Kowalski?" She asks and Elvis feels the breath he was holding rushes out of his mouth in a flash. "I'm teasing, Mr. Presley. But, I'm formerly telling you that you've- With you I do believe I found my Stanley. If you're willing to-"

"Ms. Hitchcock I'm willin' t'do anythin' to do him justice. Know I'm not Brando- but- you won't regret this and I'll- I'll rein in the Colonel, won't have him addin' songs." Elvis cuts her off and he hears what he swears is a small smile in her voice before she shushes him.

"I'll believe it when I see it, Mr. Presley. Don't be late for the first day of shooting, hm. Come rain or shine." Catherine's voice almost sounds like she's teasing but Elvis can't tell. It's probably what influences his response more than anything else.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Princess." He responds before hanging up the phone.

It's only afterward when he's laying in bed that he realizes that quick hang up might have been a mistake. Even if she is a little princess, he probably shouldn't have called her that like he did.

"Shit."

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[snufflepup]

I hope you like whatever flavor you try^^ it's cute to think about you just melting like you say, just an adorable little mess that can't handle the heat around here hehe. It should start cooling down cause its fall and stuff, but honestly i cant tell its fall until its night time. Then it gets freezing as shit lol. Omg alien stage is amazing! It's kinda a a story told through music videos and stuff about a dystopian future with aliens who took over and use humans as entertainment/pets, especially in the music scene. Ivan is a character, he's super cool and is basically a nepo baby lol. He loves my favorite character, till. Till is basically a delinquent aggressive kinda guy that likes this other girl, mizi, though mizi is a lesbian im pretty sure. She was in love with another girl named sua and they were nice together^^ im not too into yuri ships, but their dynamic was beautiful. Till and ivans was more sad than not, cause till was always after mizi- he even went back in the middle of escaping ankt garden with ivan cause he didnt wanna leave without her. They didn't escape and ivan went back but it was such a sad scene omg. Like he loves you so much, you two can finally have freedom together, and he went back for mizi...he's such a boy-failure, I wanna strangle him so bad (kinda like you~) /pos. In alien stage, they also have an artbook that reveals a lot of lore. There's one character, Luka, who was literally bred for the music competition stuff. He has congenital heart failure as a result of all the manipulation they did to his DNA and he's literally batshit and the worst and I hate him so fucking fucking much omg.

-ike<3

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aaa omg I think I knew Till's name as well ! Well, kind of, I heard of what I'm assuming is their ship name 'Ivantill' ? or something simillar ? I thought it was like, antill or something . I couldn't really remember and just thought it was another characters name !

omg That sounds really interesting !! I think I actually saw a edit of him with the song Nepo Baby by Fox SZN / Danny Gonzalez lol I think I've heard of them too, I think they mentioned the creators of like the each of them are dating, which I think it was cute !! Aaa It sounds really, sad and intense, I have a feeling that I would probably cry over it ! um ! wow ! You want to strangle me ? (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝) His backstory sounds really sad, but he also doesn't sound . the nicest . D: !

[lindszeppelin]

So, why do you (and any commenters) dislike Kaia? I’ll go first! 😂

I’m in the industry and not only is she maybe the worst actress I’ve seen in a long time (let alone in high profile shows and movies-yikes!) but I honestly don’t think she’s even a good model. She has model good looks- like no matter how much she bugs me I’m not going to be a hater and act like she isn’t beautiful bc she truly is. Occasionally she has some interesting photographs but this new set for Marc Jacob’s Daisy is absolute amateur hour! (Google them if you don’t know bc I don’t know how to send them in anons- she’s in a sparkly black dress, looking happy/ derpy, and doing modeling 101 poses that basic girls who think they’re models do bc it’s cliche and not what actual seasoned working models do.) It’s so cringe and I’m honestly embarrassed for her. I’ve seen her do better, but half the time the poses are “meh” and/or the eyes are totally dead. Her walk is chaotic but many ppl disagree with me there. But like, she’s the worst nepo baby in my mind bc she truly lacks talent, a personality, and an IT factor.

I don’t know her personally and sometimes she seems nice enough, but there’s a coldness to her and she feels kind of try hard (trying to be older than she is, acting like she has lived this life where she’s learned lessons but never actually gets vulnerable and shares things worth sharing, and tries to be intellectual with soft reads when it’s like…girl just go to college?). She’s just… off. Maybe at 30 she’ll be cool (I really try not to hate or root against but again, she bugs me, but I’m trying to use my words versus being emotional) but she’s beyond hard to take seriously at this moment. And I’m sorry but hers and Austin’s body language is weird AF. Her fans are so young so they don’t see any of what I’m ( or what you) talk about.

Anyway, I’m just a frustrated girlie in the industry who can’t get arrested and am fine with nepo babies if they’re talented but Kaia truly isn’t. I don’t think she’d have a career if she couldn’t afford a good publicist so it feels like double cheating to win the race (opportunities plus PR). Then I looked into her more and again, something is just…OFF.

But when and why did you not care for her? I’m curious about how similar or not similar my experience was to other people. It feels like her PR is revving up and she keeps booking roles no matter how many people call Kaia Gerber’s acting “distractingly awful” so I want some solidarity lol. 🙏🏼 When were you like, “oh hell no!” (Or anyone else brave enough to comment or reblog with an answer!) Thanks 🩷

Hi girlie! First off, your message was so good that not only do I agree with what you said but I also feel like i'd be repeating what you said if i were to go into it lol. So for the sake of not being a broken record, i appreciate you coming forward and i double down on what you said.

as for when i started noticing, she really flew under the radar for me for a little while. i became a fan back in July of last year after seeing the movie. and i didn't have a lot to think about the relationship with Austin at that time aside from shes way too young for him. I wasn't researching anything at that point and i was more concerned with learning about Austin, getting to know him and getting absorbed in that content. I think it was sometime around maybe early fall that controversies about the relationship were spreading online. most notably it was the talk of their massive cringe worthy age gap where they got together before she could legally drink AND she was cool with his ex Vanessa in the past, but also as more pap photos came out I just began to notice the obvious signs that Austin was not really "there" or present or happy to be alongside Kaia. so i researched and all of that. then around the filming of bikeriders i had solidified 100% my stance on it with the clear signs of there being rumors of a breakup and the strange PR bullshit surrounding this couple henceforth. and here i am now.

but that's kind of the short answer lol. i'm used to being used as a dartboard for these idiot shippers to throw darts at because im not afraid to be vocal. so i hope that those of us here that feel the same way can have a platform to speak up. because listen, kaia ain't it and that man looks chronically dead when seen with her. so those that don't agree with my (or our, since there are so many of us that think this way) opinion then they can stuff it.

[liesmyth]

Pash is such a useless nepo baby, I love her, I even feel like there is some family resemblance between her and Gideon but why is she there? What is she for? Like, what is her purpose? Even that family resemblance kind of means nothing because tazmuir have put so much weight on the fact that Gideon and John are very similar people with similar sense of humor? Like when John said "hi not dead i'm dad" I had a whole moment, where I was like THIS EXPLAINS EVERYTHING! I had to put the book away for a bit it was so masterfully done.

Pash doesn't have enough self-awareness to have any meaningful connection with Gideon, she'd have to accept that Wake was abusive in general and towards Pash herself in particular. Which Wake was. I think Pash would rather die than gain that self-awareness. So why is she there? To be pathetic? Like.. whyyyyyy. She can be edited out completely so easily.

Pash is useless in so many ways. She is just bad at things. Gideon on the other hand is a kind of person who worked very hard studied the blade to hone her skills, and still basically got very little recognition (especially since Harrow got a lobotomy to forget about her). Like maybe it's for this contrast? Gideon is sooo professional actually, she is a great cavalier. She fucking,,,, networked while continuing to keep the vow of silence. She IS the first flower of her house. But to be honest even if Gideon grew up as Prince Kiriona Gaia she'd be an incredibly professional person, I just can't imagine Gideon not giving 100% to whatever she does.

But yeah. Right now I don't want Pash to be in the same room with Gideon AND I don't see why she even exists. She brings nothing to the plot. I think maybe Muir just got carried away?

I love Pash! She's THE WORST at her job, she's absolutely only there because of her aunt, but listen: she's fun.

Anyway. She and Gideon would NOT get along. Pash is a nepo baby. Kiriona Gaia, first of the Tower Princes, Heir to the House of the First, is also arguably a necro baby but she worked her ass off all her life! And then she died! She wouldn't vibe with Pash. And I think Pash absolutely wouldn't want to deal with the fact that she shares some genetic material with John Gaius's daughter. Like... she would think Gideon has zombie cooties. BoE knew of Wake's secret mission but I very much doubt they knew the specifics. I DO want them in the same room together but they should fight.

Also! I think Pash exists for a very good reason, actually. "Lipochrome … recessive." Gideon has John's eyes; his original eyes. Alecto altered John's DNA. But if the eyes are a recessive trait, that means Wake carried the gene too. I'm once again thinking about this post & this post, and if there's something unusual about Wake, Pash is how we'll find out.

[toadsdrool]

i would love to share with you all a compilations of some of my first prince fanfictions from last years first prince week!

this hope is

a first prince soulmate au!

Alex's palms were sweating so bad he was pretty sure he could drown a small European nation. His suit was sticky with it. He was thankful for the dark color, it would hide the worst of it under his arms. Plus, he couldn’t get his hair to lay right, that morning. June and Nora kept telling him he looked fine, but that was all it was. He looked fine. His mother was the Democratic nominee for President of the United fucking States and her son looked fine. He didn't need to look anything else. He wasn’t the main event. He didn’t matter. But he was there, in Rio, at the Olympics, and it felt like the whole universe was watching him.

Fox

Alex and Henry watch a sad movie (picture Spencer but its Arthur instead of Diana) and snuggle about it.

Alex followed the tear tracks down his splotchy cheeks. “I know. I’m sorry.” “No, it was actually kind of nice. Bea’s right it’s a gentle retelling of a shite situation. It was good to see him how everyone else saw him.” Henry took a shuddering breath. “Some things were obviously fictitious, but I like to believe that’s how he felt. He would’ve loved you.”

asking you to stay

Alex and Henry are forced across the pond again and have to fall back into their old methods of being in each other's company (i.e. phone sex). Even though it's been years and they should be past this kind of juvenile back and forth, a love like theirs never ages, never really changes, it's written in the stars.

“Come back. Be here. Please.” He punctuated each phrase with a hard shift of his body slowly but surely pulling himself out of bed. He closed his laptop and gingerly set it on Henry’s empty nightstand. “I would love to. I genuinely am starting to believe they want me to deliver the bloody baby.” 

say it with your hands

Alex 'Dizzy' Claremont-Diaz's parents are both hockey legends, his mom runs the NWHL and his dad was the first overall draft pick in '98. Tragically, an injury that took him out shortly after he joined the NHL, leaving him coaching for the rest of his life. Altogether, Alex has way too much riding on winning the Stanley Cup. Only one thing stands in his way: Henry 'Ice Prince' Fox.

"In June's defense, you are half the height of most of the guys on the ice." Alex shoved him, lightly. "I am perfectly average, Your Majesty!" His face crumpled at the nickname. "I beg you to not." "Okay, baby," Alex said, kissing his temple in apology. "No ice names. No Dizzy, no Foxy. Just us. Let's get to bed, big game tomorrow, or so I hear."

just a little taste

Henry's not taking care of himself while he's away in England. Alex devises a plan to get him back in tip-top shape. Something to the tune of Henry devouring sushi off Alex.

"Okay, so you can tell me to fuck off." He sounded nervous, it made Henry giddy. "I doubt I would see the need." "No." Alex let out a breathy laugh. "I may have taken this too far." "Alex, what have you done?" "See for yourself."

Minutes to Midnight

Minutes to Midnight starring Henry Fox should have been the blockbuster of the century. Alex should have been calling up LGBT+ activists, setting up first looks, and scratching at doors to get a glance at a script. Under different circumstances, he would have. In the current ones, he just did his job. Until he gets drunk and starts to meddle on twitter.

"Great. Love a last minute rendezvous with nepo babies." Alex stretched in his seat, and jutted his chin towards the other chair, a wordless invite for Henry to join him. He nudged the tea towards him and offered his hand, remaining seated. "Alex Claremont-Diaz, charmed I'm sure.” "Yes, well, I certainly love taking time away from my busy schedule to meet with self-assured pricks who can't bother to fact-check themselves before they wreck themselves on Twitter." He took Alex's hand, firm hold verging on too tight squeeze, and shook it, once, before dropping it. "Henry Fox, pleasure."

[kenshivshow]

regarding my tag that christopher moltisanti would love discussing his sceenwriting craft with kendall roy (real)

another thing kendall can get up to in his unemployed housewife era (permanent): collaborate on a play with willa. they somehow vibe creatively in a way that disturbs everyone. except connor, he's thrilled and bankrolls the whole thing.

willa floats casting jennifer the actress (of SANDS ON BROADWAY and "you talk about your dad a lot" fame) bc she did really great before even if she flaked out on a few performances. kendall is like "ahh um idk if she has the right skills to execute our vision."

the new york times reviews on opening night and declares "baffling...but intriguing." as @elizabethmaryjennings said, twitter is full of "heartbreaking: the worst person you know just made a compelling piece of art" memes.

kendall gets interviewed a bunch and is like well actually i secretly kind of wanted to be a theater major but i knew my dad would never let me. everyone is like oh boohoo......nepo baby........

[kimberlyannharts]

LAST TIME ON RANGER ACADEMY - Sage and her friends took their big Buzzfeed "what ranger color are you?" quest to varying amounts of success - but the (apparently) worst outcome was given to Sage, who morphed into Green, a color that literally no one has ever been throughout the entire franchise.

Right?

It's Ranger Academy #5!

= is the story gay? the story sounds pretty gay

= see even Nika's like "Sage, there's literally only been like. three evil Greens in history. what are you talking about"

= heterosexual jumpscare

= SEE WHAT I MEAN ABOUT HOW FRUSTRATING IT IS TO NOT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE TEACHERS OR THE SCHOOOOOOL the guidance counselor has such a unique design for a Sirian and I don't even know their name or their gender or even if they're supposed to be the same Sirian that teaches in the Red Campus (I assume not, since this seems like the Pink Campus??? but again we have no idea because we have no idea how the campuses operate and differ beyond their colors!!!! That being said, if they aren't the same one in Red Campus, then this school hires a lot of Sirians. Remember Crueger was here too. Aren't they supposed to be kind of dead.)

= anyway someone save Hot Dad already so we get the whole "Rhianth learns Ranger Academy is great actually" stuff out of the way

= oh we are setting up that mandated lesbian breakup, i KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!!

= the first real look at the Ranger Academy morph sequence and suits, for easy reference. Like I've said before, they're fine. At this point I'm more interested in the weapons situation for each color. If Pink gets a bow and arrow because "Pink Rangers are good archers" i'll literally lose it

= Tula officially #cancelled for not recognizing the validity of adopted families

= after mulling around a bit on this panel I'm going to assume that these "famous parents" will mostly be OCs, considering a) as I've posted before, there are clearer hints in this issue that this takes place far in the future, so even if we can bring in canon show characters due to time travel or whatever they would not be "parents" so much as "ancestors" and b) the book hasn't discussed yet what exactly a Ranger Academy graduate Ranger does after they leave school, so Parent Weekend would be the right time to bring that up. These kids are all just fucking nepo babies

= However I still live in fear of them randomly going "guess what? Jen and Wes's kid goes to Ranger Academy" and never elaborating

= Sage you're the protagonist in a magic school story. You will literally never have normal problems.

= Like I said before, I'm glad this issue kind of put Tula's character back on track after she was a little too antagonistic in the last few issues.......it was like they suddenly had some kind of rivalry, like when Jason and Tommy wo

ohhhhhhhhh...........

[egcdeath]

Succession au! tashi being the nate figure and patrick having an affair with tashi….oh my this brought a whole new level of pain. Also thinking of Art as a Greg type figure and then the tension between reader and Art….

I can already imagine the type of conversations reader and patrick would have about these things.

AND PATRICK SAYING THAT ABOUT READER HAVING A BABY OUCH OUCH OUCH. I hope at least a small part of him could feel joy at that.

I wish reader and patrick could be happy in this au, but it is succession so I know it isn’t possible 💔

it did hurt my spirit to write that patrick would be having an affair with tashi but i really believe that that's something that would happen in this au! again, i think this pairing is just always hurting each other (intentionally and unintentionally). if it makes you feel any better, the scene where tom makes nate pour his glass of wine back into a bottle of wine would 110% happen with reader and tashi. love tashi and i think shes amazing and everything but that scene is simply too funny to not include. i do think that it would be pretty difficult to intimidate her, though.

art as a greg type of character is so extremely big brained of you. like lets not say he's patrick's cousin because that feels a little weird given their history but he's a nepo hire regardless (maybe like a zweig family friend or something) and he ends up being your assistant and you kind of have this weird projection/psychosexual relationship with him. i think it would actually drive patrick nuts to witness your very weird relationship but he's so busy off trying to keep up with his siblings and his dad that he doesn't even see the worst of it. i do think that patrick doesn't like your relationship with art but he also wouldn't see him as a threat. and i think if you tried using art almost as a retaliation for patrick cheating on you, that you would be bothered that patrick isn't as hurt by your weird relationship as you were with his actual affair. i have to think more about this dynamic but i am so glad that you put these words into my head.

listen. i wrote this out but deleted it earlier. i think that patrick actually would try. he has his hang-ups related to his ability to be a good parent based on his upbringing and because you guys are going through the nastiest divorce ever but i think he would have these very random tender moments with you because the truth is that even though he doesn't think he'll be a good dad, he still kinda wants kids and he can't think of anyone better to be the mother of his children than you. like he's not perfect but one day you impromptu show up at his apartment (that used to be both of your apartments) and someone is in there building and decorating a nursery. like there's still hope.

i do intend for this AU to be quite angsty however i won't say lose all hope. i'm a sap at heart and i feel like there will be some sort of reconciliation of some sort between these characters, even if it isn't permanent!!

[murderofsomeone]

Hey I live under a rock. Is there a reason Elon Musk is getting so much backlash? Or is it just that he's rich and ruined Twitter?

every time I learn something about elon musk it's passive and against my will so I have no idea what provoked this ask

anyway he's a big baby (a nepo baby, the worst kind) and a fraud. it's laughable how terrible he is at everything.

just from a quick google search: he's sexist, anti-union, fires anyone who disagrees with him, probably racist, his cars are literal hazards, transphobic, takes credit from actually competent people, panders towards conservatives, and faked his credentials for literal years. lol.

If you need to know whether or not this is true you can go look into it yourself and draw your own conclusion. I'm just a guy who draws lemons I'm not really a graduate of elonmuskology.