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[jonathannsmith0706]

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[emkayewrites]

A snippet from my Lukola fanfiction: steamy edition! TW for smut~

13th July 2023 – London (UK)

Luke Newton: How far away are you?

A smile stretched across Nicola’s face as she typed out a reply on her mobile phone.

Nicola Coughlan: I’m sending you my live location.

The response was instant.

Luke Newton: It’s not as fun as you trying to tell me where you are and failing.

Nicola Coughlan: I’m doing my best!

Luke Newton: You’re nowhere near Canary Wharf.

Nicola Coughlan: My head barely reaches up to the window.

Nicola Coughlan: Did I mention I’m very small?

Luke Newton: Being short can’t be an excuse for everything.

Nicola giggled out loud at his response and then remembered where she was.  She looked self-consciously at the front seat of the car she was in.  The middle-aged taxi driver was staring straight ahead, his eyes bloodshot, and his face slightly weary.  He gave no indication that he had noticed her sudden giddiness. 

God, was she giddy.

Her life felt like it had never been better.

The last few weeks had allowed her to finally be in the same city as Luke and they had taken every opportunity possible to be together, usually at her apartment or his.  This had also been an incredibly busy time for both, and they had been pivotal cheerleaders for one another as they went through career milestones.  When Luke was invited to Wimbledon for the first time as a guest of GQ, he had responded in true Luke fashion: with joy at being acknowledged but also severe anxiety at the whole idea of being a fashion object of some sort.  She was fast learning how much he loved being an actor but how much he equally struggled with just being Luke at these events – being most comfortable when he could disappear into a role.  She had reminded him how only a year ago, he had teased her about her own Wimbledon appearances and now here he was – being a fashion icon at a top British sporting event.  She found the way he blushed in response to her praise endearing.   She loved how quick he was to remind her that she was invited to several Wimbledon events this year and was constantly being revered in the fashion pages for her style – she loved this not because she wanted him to admire her but because it demonstrated how humble he was.  He never wanted the spotlight for too long, and he was all too happy to cast it back on her. 

In their personal lives, they had not been shy about demonstrating their affections for each other around people they knew.  She attended the wrap party for The Shape of Things as his date; they had walked in together and then spent most of the night pressed up against the side of the bar, not-so-discreetly making out, much to everyone else’s amusement.  They had decided they did not want to nor feel the need to be more public, with both agreeing not to post anything on their respective social media accounts or to discuss their relationship in the press.  They knew that at some point, talking about each other would be inevitable but they were keen to keep as much of their relationship for themselves for as long as possible.

Nicola thought about how she had never felt so good in herself.  She was in the city of her dreams, with a burgeoning career, and with a boyfriend with his own successes, and they were both aligned in their core values.  They just seemed to fit.

How the hell does it get better than this?

Some days, she worried about whether she was peaking too soon – in both her career and love.  She dismissed these thoughts quickly, and usually on that kind of day, there was something consuming on her schedule that distracted her from the fears.

It was this kind of high that Nicola was riding as she sat in the back of the taxi, watching London landmarks whizz past her.  When she looked down at her outfit or caught a glance of her reflection in the wing mirror, she really wanted to pinch herself.

She was dressed in an outfit that she could only describe as being from her literal dreams.  The true credit had to go to Aimee, but Nicola could not help but to admit that she was the one who made the dress look damn good.  She was in a silver corseted gown that was covered all over with Swarovski glass crystals.  Off-setting the shimmering outfit were her freshly dyed red locks which were beautifully styled into soft curls that framed her face, and her make-up was doll-like but subtle, with soft pink lips and light pink contouring.  She felt good.

Only hours before, she had walked onto a bright pink carpet to flash bulbs, screaming fans and an endless litany of famous faces at the London premiere of Barbie.  It was a film that had hype - it was breaking records in the worldwide box office as well as shaping popular culture.  She had negotiated interviewers and photographers, and she had become keenly aware how much attention she was getting.  Even further validation had come in the form of messages from friends and family who were at home watching the photos of celebrities at the premiere come in on their social media feeds.  Luke was the most enthusiastic of them all, sending her screenshots of herself on the carpet a mere ten minutes after she had taken them with statements like: “How are you a real person?”

She would be lying to herself if she said that she was able to sit inside Cineworld in Leicester Square with A list stars and watch one of the most hotly anticipated films of the year that she herself was featured in and fully appreciate it.  Of course, she was excited to be there, and it was a special thing to be around such talented people and to celebrate a project like this.  However, there was a part of her that wished Luke was there by her side, not sat at home avidly scanning Instagram Live and Twitter feeds for scraps.  He could have been there as one of her guests and kept Grainne company in the family and friends seating, but they had both decided against it.  They reasoned that it did feel too exposing, and anyway, if they were not able to sit by each other’s side, it did not feel worth it.

It was in this spirit that she had found herself ending her night a little earlier than she usually would at an event like this.  She navigated her way into one of the free taxis provided by the press team and asked them not to take her to the afterparty, giving them Luke’s address instead.  She had texted her sister to let her know she would not be at said party, to which her sister had responded in her usual nonchalance:

Grainne Coughlan: Do I need you to get in?

Classic Grainne – straight to the point.

Nicola Coughlan: Not if you’ve got your premiere tickets

Grainne Coughlan: Alrighty

Nicola Coughlan: I won’t be there though

Grainne Coughlan: But Margot Robbie will

Grainne Coughlan: So I’ll live

Nicola Coughlan: Don’t do anything to tarnish the Coughlan name

Grainne Coughlan: I only want a SMALL lock of her hair

Nicola Coughlan: I know you’re joking but still, the fear of God resides in me

Grainne Coughlan: Tell Lukey I said hi ;)

Before she knew it, Nicola arrived at the large Victorian terrace and hastily attempted to tip the driver, but he politely refused, insisting that tips were also taken care of for the night.  No sooner had the taxi left then the front door flung open and there stood Luke, his hair slightly tousled, in a white t-shirt and dark sweatpants.

She felt her heart race as he drank in her appearance.  His eyes seemingly bulged out of his head.

“Fuck.” He finally said. “You look….”

She felt herself blush.

She never blushed.

Jesus, what was this boy doing to her?

“You look too good to be stood on this street at this time of night.” He finally concluded, reaching out to take her by the hands and pull her into the house.

The door had barely closed behind them before they were all over each other.

This had become one of their main communication methods lately: tongues.

They always greeted each other with a hunger but tonight was different.  She could feel it.  Tonight was the night.    

It was a strange thing but in the last few weeks, despite numerous sleepovers, they had not got there yet.  Luke had insisted that he was not in any rush when it came to sex, and she herself had a sneaking suspicion that the romantic in him would not allow them to just fall into having sex one random night, she knew he wanted it to be special.  He had still not completely recovered from the way his plan to confess his feelings to her had fallen apart; he often expressed that he felt she deserved better than a phone call – not that it mattered to her.  She made it clear she was low maintenance in that regard.   

As the days had passed, Nicola had realised that most of their nights started off with a lot of kissing and touching, but also a lot of talking.  So much talking that often, the sun was starting to come up just as they were drifting off to sleep.  Nicola realised this was the first time she had been in an intimate relationship with someone who had been one of her best friends, and because of that, there was always so much to talk about. 

Well, some might call it talking but the more accurate term was gossiping.

They gossiped about everything and everyone.  Their worlds had been so intertwined, and they had shared so many experiences that they never ran out of things to comb over.  It was an intoxicating experience to be able to make out with your best friend in one breath, and then in another, be able to share your deepest, darkest thoughts about yourself or about people you knew.  It was a level of intimacy that was deep and terrifying.  She could not imagine being so emotionally open with anyone other than him.  There was also a deep desire within her to know him inside and out.  She wanted to know his thoughts all the time, and he seemingly felt the same way. 

Yet tonight, Nicola could tell they were both thinking about the same thing, and it wasn’t talking.

They stopped kissing for a moment and Luke delicately placed his hands around her waist, being careful to not cause damage.

“Well, all I’ve thought about since seeing pictures of you tonight is tearing this dress off you…” He stated.

“Ugh, no.” Nicola let out a small, disapproving gasp in response and peeled his hands off her waist. “I shouldn’t even be here in this dress.  I’m meant to literally extract myself out of it without it touching any of my make-up and put it into an airtight bag.”

“I know, I know.” He gave her a knowing smile.

Nicola gave him a puzzled look.  She knew him well enough to know he was up to something.

They were stood in the semi-lit hallway that had two doorways along it; one door led to a kitchen and living space and the other led to a bathroom.  Right next to them was a carpeted staircase with a wooden banister that led up to two bedrooms. 

Luke led her into the living room.  An ornately engraved fireplace, high ceilings and wooden floorboards made up the period features of the space which were coupled with modern touches that included a dark leather sofa, a dark green island and kitchen cabinetry and a large bookshelf containing a mixture of DVDs and books.

The first thing she noticed was that the usually bright room was dimly lit because the only source was lighting was candles.  So many candles.  Candles everywhere.  On the kitchen island. Along the bookshelves. On the mantlepiece.  The light bounced off the crystals on her dress making her literally shimmer. 

She felt silly at how oddly emotional the sight made her feel. 

“You’re glowing.” Luke whispered in her ear from behind her, as if reading her mind.  She felt his arms wrap around her from behind, felt his chest press up against her back as he placed a kiss on her neck.

“This is… this took you some time, huh?” She managed to croak out.

He laughed in response. “You have no idea.”

“And the fire hazard alone…” Nicola joined in with his laughter. “This is enough to give your landlord a stroke.”

Luke’s hands started to move carefully across the bodice of her dress, and she started to help him. Together, they identified the zip, and she let Luke tug at it so that the dress started to slide down her spine.  She started to extricate herself from the tight-fitting arms of the dress, until she was stood there in just a nude thong and bra with the fabric at her feet.  Luke gave her a hand as she stepped out of the gown and then dutifully bent down and to lift it up carefully by the sleeves.  He held it up before them, unblemished and without a single piece of embellishment missing.

“She’s perfect.” Nicola remarked. “Nicely done, sir.”

“Nearly three years of watching you get in and out of impossible gowns pays off.” Luke shrugged.

He took great pains to gingerly lay the dress across the length of the sofa.  For not the first time, Nicola felt a warm feeling travel through her.  The way he cared about the things she cared about was everything to her.  It was so unbelievably sexy that she had to have him, right there and then.  She grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss and he responded eagerly.  Before she could process what was happening, she was hoisted up, her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands groping at her waist and naked buttocks as he carried her back through the hallway and into the bathroom.  She gave little thought to the change of location.  It was hard to care about anything when your entire body felt like it was on fire.  She found her back pushed against the wall of the bathroom as they continued to kiss, but she wanted more.  She pulled her face away from him as she tugged his t-shirt up over his torso and his head, but it was slightly stuck around his neck.  He tried to assist despite his face being covered by the shirt, his arms flailing hilariously to get it over his head. 

She took in his body, his glistening abs, his biceps which bulged as they supported her weight; she found herself tracing kisses along his shoulder and up his neck as he let out a moan, finally freed from the shirt.  She felt the hardness between his legs, she tightened the grip of her legs around his waist, pulled her own soft wetness against his member and felt the hot frustration build in her at the barrier of fabric between them.  She wanted him in her.

Those sweatpants needed to come off.

She found herself tugging at them when Luke gently pulled back.

It was only then that she took in the room around them.  The bathroom was spacious and lined with wooden floorboards.  A glass walled rain shower stood to one side and a claw-footed bathtub to the other.  The entire room was also decorated with lit candles.  The bathtub was filled with foamy bubbles and rose petals.  A small side table stood by the tub with a bottle of champagne, a box of chocolates and two crystal flutes.  A bouquet of roses lay to one side.

“Wow…” Nicola gasped for the second time that night.

“I know how much you like a nice bath and some bubbles, and I thought you’d need it more tonight than anything.” He smiled.

“Oh, Luke, this is…” She found herself blinking back tears.

How was she ever going to top a day as good as this one?

She started to slip out of her thong and bra, her sudden nakedness feeling more apparent to her as she padded her way across the room to the bathtub.  She felt his eyes on her, his expression was one of someone spellbound. 

“I can’t be the only naked one.” She teased as she started to slide into the water.

He grinned back at her and in one sweeping movement, he pulled down his bottoms and boxers so that he was fully exposed to her.

“That’s a move right out of Magic Mike.” She managed to joke as most of the breath left her body.

The sight of him like that was almost too unbearable.  She really wanted him.

There were parts she had seen before of course.  You don’t film sexually explicit scenes like the ones they had and not see something.  Yet, there were definitely parts she had never seen before.  His erect penis being one of them.

How could someone be so perfectly sculpted?  She thought.

“Get over here.” She managed to say, her tone demanding.  Her desperation seemed to please him, he smirked in a self-satisfied way but obliged, and walked towards her, and then crouched beside her as she lay in the tub.

“What are you doing?” She frowned, impatience affecting her. “I want you. Get in.”

“I want to take care of you first…” He responded. “We need to get that make-up off you.”

He was right.  She was covered in body make-up and glitter.  Some of it was bleeding into the bubbles and petals, turning the water slightly amber.

“You’re pretty dirty…” He continued.  His hand reached into the water and was between her legs before she could respond.

Jesus fucking Christ, she had never been this horny in her life.

He used the firmness of his fingers against her, pressing and rubbing at alternating intensities that were somehow just right.  She closed her eyes tight and let out one moan and then many moans as pleasure took over every part of her body.   

“But you’re dirty in all the right ways…” He sounded breathless as he spoke, as his hand worked on her.  She could feel him vibrating with desire as he watched her writhe before him.

She began pushing herself into him, her hands gripping the bottom of the tub as she forced her pelvis against him.  Her back arched and she felt her breasts leave the warmth of the soapy water as they were thrust into the air, and then she felt the wetness of his mouth on her nipple, his tongue working on it as hard as his fingers were down there.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…!” She found herself practically screaming as she came.  Electric jolts travelled through her body.  She convulsed as the sensitivity in every nerve in her body increased.

“Fuck…..!” She sighed, her head against the porcelain of the tub, a bead of sweat travelling down her forehead. 

Before she had time to really catch her breath, Luke was pulling her up so that they were both stood, naked, pressed against one another as they entered a passionate kiss.

“Bedroom, please.” She managed to beg.

She wanted him inside her so badly.

He pulled her up, slippery and naked, so that her legs were around him again.  They continued to lock lips as he carried her out of the bathroom. 

They made it as far as the stairs.

Nicola learnt something that day: a wooden banister provides great support for certain physical activities.

(Excerpt taken from my fanfiction 'Curtain Fall')

[tryingtodotheright-thing]

Hello, Sunset - 1

AN: So, the inspiration randomly came to me. I've never written with an unnamed character before and I haven't written fanfic since 2017. Bear with me and I appreciate all feedback. Not sure how long this is going to be but it will be multi-part.

Pairing: Seungcheol x fem!reader

Genre: exes to lovers, idol verse, angst

Word Count: 1733

Warnings: reader has anxiety and depression, swearing

NEXT

Summer was coming to an end. This week was the season’s last gift; it was unusually warm, endless blue skies that you saw in paintings and sunsets that seemed to last all evening. Y/N had chosen to make the most of it, knowing this was her last moment to enjoy a little break in nature before life got busy again. She was always regretful when it got to the end of summer, wishing she’d spent more time outdoors, made the most of the good weather and just lived life a bit more fervently as she once used to. She didn’t quite know how to relax anymore. Even now, as she walked along the streets of London, she couldn’t quite slow down to a leisurely pace to admire the eclectic collection of shops that graced this particular street, hidden behind the famous streets of St James’s. Y/N called it being a Londoner, that you walked with purpose, always in a race to get to your next destination. Who had time to admire their surroundings when you had places to be? You definitely didn’t want to look like a tourist. 

Y/N had arrived early, one for the books since there were train strikes this weekend and she’d had to get a taxi to Wimbledon so she could take the District Line. She now had 30 minutes to waste before she could head to the restaurant, knowing that her perpetually late best friend wouldn’t arrive till at least 15 minutes after the reservation time. The sun was burning this afternoon and she knew that continuing to walk around without finding a spot of shade would just make things worse. She was parched and she’d forgotten to grab the bottle of water she’d prepared in her rush to check her doors were locked as the taxi waited for her. There was no choice but to fork up a fiver for a very expensive bottle of water in order to survive the heat. Making a swift decision, she turned around to head back to the main road. Walking briskly to escape the glares of the blazing star at its peak, she swiftly walked into Itsu. The air-conditioning inside the store gave her instant relief and she basked in it as she selected a bottle of water. After paying at the self-checkout till, she immediately opened the bottle to take a big gulp of the cold drink. Her thirst satisfied, Y/N walked out of the store and back into the heat of the summer. 

As she walked back towards the restaurant, Y/N tried to slow her steps, observing those around her. It was the summer bank holiday weekend, so it was the last hooray for many of the working population in the UK. There was a mix of tourists and locals: parents with their little ones for a family day out, young couples walking with their fingers intertwined  and rowdy teenagers in denial of schools restarting the next week. Time passed so quickly. She could remember being a teenager like it was yesterday but here she was in her last year of 20s, so different from her younger self when she was at the cusp of adulthood. So much had happened, so much had changed and yet sometimes she still felt a little like the insecure young woman who didn’t quite know where she fit in the vast world. Whoever said that with age comes wisdom was telling the biggest lie on earth. 

Lost in her thoughts, Y/N had arrived at the Japanese restaurant she was set to have her lunch at. The hostess greeted her and took her down the stairs and to the private room reserved. She looked around as she took her handbag off her shoulder and settled into her seat. The room was big enough to seat six people but it would be just Y/N and her friend, Rachel. She’d been at the restaurant exactly two years ago. That time, she’d been seated in the general restaurant then when Rachel had taken her out to celebrate Y/N’s new job. Y/N was no longer working at that company. In fact, Y/N had left the corporate world 15 months ago after suddenly landing in the spotlight. Speaking of said spotlight, the hostess had returned with chilled still water. She poured some water for Y/N before placing the bottle on a coaster. She hesitated to leave after Y/N thanked, struggling to decide whether to verbalise her thoughts or not. Taking a deep breath, she brought forward a framed picture. 

“Sorry to ask but would you mind please signing this picture? We’d love to display this in the restaurant.”

Y/N smiled and reached for the pen and frame, quickly writing out a message and a signature that still seemed unfamiliar to her. Returning the items back to the hostess, Y/N reassured the hostess it was no problem and posed for a photo too. Picture taken, the hostess thanked her again profusely before closing the door behind her, leaving Y/N to silence. 

Y/N sat back down in her chair and took her phone to check whether she had any messages from Rachel. Sure enough, there were three unread messages from Rachel. Yan Ya, called by all but her parents and grandparents as Rachel, was running late to no one’s surprise. Rachel was beautiful and graceful as her parents had hoped when they named her but her trouble with punctuality was a running joke between everyone who knew and loved her. 

After texting Rachel back to reassure her that she’d only just arrived, Y/N scrolled through the other notifications on her phone, mostly notifications from her public Instagram account that she swiped to ignore. She came across a message from her manager that she had received about an hour ago, asking Y/N to call her. Y/N was immediately nervous about what Sian would have to say. The urgency and the cryptic instruction with no context also didn’t help. Biting the bullet, Y/N pressed the call button at the top of the screen. Sian picked up on the second ring and immediately said, “Are you alone?”

The nerves that filled her stomach had now tripled and she could almost hear the padams of her heart go faster. 

“Yes, I’m in a private room at Ginza. What’s wrong?”

“Have you seen Twitter today? You’re trending right now.” Y/N could trace the panic hidden in Sian’s voice. “Dispatch posted a picture of you with him.”

Suddenly, Y/N could barely hear Sian as she continued talking. Her breaths were louder and she felt her anxiety soar as her throat dried up. 

“I can’t tell when it was taken but it’s so obviously the two of you. HYBE has put out a statement already denying a relationship and saying it was just two friends meeting for a meal. But Dispatch has made another post saying they have more pictures to prove that you’re in a relationship.”

Y/N took the glass of water the hostess had kindly poured for her earlier and took a sip, her hand clutching the cold glass and trying to focus on the condensation that surrounded the glass and counting in her head as she took a deep breath.

“Y/N, we need to put out a statement before HYBE to steer the narrative and protect you. You need to cancel whatever plans you have and head to my office. I’m ordering a car to pick you up from Ginza. It should be there in 5 minutes.”

Receiving no reply, Sian called out, “Y/N, are you there? Y/N?”

“Hmmm?”

Hearing the rushed breath and the breaking voice, Sian immediately softened her voice. “Honey, we can get this under control. It won’t be bad like last time. Okay? Trust in me and the company to protect you.”

“I don’t want things to get worse!” 

“It won’t, I promise. I’ve got you, okay? Take a deep breath for me, hun. That’s it. It’ll all be fine. We just need a plan, okay?”

Y/N meekly responded, nodding to no one as she tried to hold the tears back. The door behind her opened without a warning. Y/N flipped to find Rachel behind her with a bouquet of pink peonies. Rachel’s smile and cheery greeting grew to a stop as she noticed the crushed expression on Y/N’s face and the frazzled greetings from Sian as she tried to catch her attention again. Rushing into the room, Rachel wrapped one arm around Y/N and took Y/N’s phone from her tight clasp. 

“Sian, it’s Rachel. I'm with Y/N. What’s going on?”

“Oh, thank God! Rachel, there isn’t much time to explain. There’s a car outside Ginza waiting; it’ll take you to my office. I’ll explain everything once you get here. Look after Y/N and make sure no one sees her or definitely no pictures in the state she’s in. I’ll call the restaurant right now to settle the bill.”

Rachel, understanding the urgency of the situation, ended the call with Sian and quickly gathered their belongings. Making sure she’d taken everything, she turned to Y/N, who was still in shock. 

Rachel brushed Y/N’s hair away from her face and grasped her face to look at Rachel. 

“Hey, whatever it is, we’ll get through it together. Where’s my strong, independent and resilient Y/N?” 

“I don’t feel like any of those words right now.”

“No no no! We don’t do low confidence in this friendship when I know how amazing my friend is.” Y/N let out a shaken breath that was a mixture of laughter and tears.

Rachel quickly dabbed away the tears that fell and said, “Keep calm and carry on, as Mr Parry would say right?” 

This time, Y/N smiled hearing the favourite saying of her old biology teacher. Feeling better, she rubbed her hands on her skirt and stood up. 

“Right. Okay, let’s go.”

“That’s my girl!” Rachel cheered and looped her arm through Y/N’s. Pausing before the door, she turned to her left to look at her shorter friend and said, “And fuck anybody that tried to mess with you, especially one S.Coups!” 

With that said, Rachel opened the door and led the way out of the restaurant. 

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

We have car chase QUESTIONS!🧐

Meghan SMOLLETT's security team flagged down a random taxi cab outside of a Hertz Rental Car storefront.

The driver picked up the 3 Meghans and 1 security guy, drove them around the block for 10 minutes, then dropped them off---- back at the same Hertz storefront where he was flagged down for the pickup. $50 for a 10 minute chase.

1-What disappointing news were they reading on Doria's phone BEFORE the hoax?

2-Maybe they saw The Princess of Wales was (still) TRENDING while The Meghans were the laughing stock in a Hertz dress?

3-Do they look worried about SECURITY? The Meghans arranged for the paparazzi to gather outside of the Hertz storefront and the photographers were planning to follow them out for dinner.

4-Why did they irresponsibly walk through the photographers via the street level exit instead of the Hertz garage?

They have been teasing the public with a car crash scene since megflix.

4-At what point during this enjoyable paparazzi frenzy did they initiate the Operation Paparazzi Chase Hoax?

5-What security team would irresponsibly assign his charges to some random bright yellow NYC taxi cab in an attempt to shake off the paparazzi?

In Megflix Meghan said "safety first." She mentioned driving into a garage to avoid the invisible paparazzi.

6-So why did they seek safety in a strange vehicle instead of the Heartz garage?

The Meghans used their histrionic press release to shut down the distribution of the taxi cab photos and video footage. They claimed the photos were obtained under duress yet the driver disputes those claims.

7-So what is the real reason?

8-If they are comfortable riding in random NYC taxi cabs (with the window rolled down) then why on earth should ANY government fund the cost of their security?

9-The freelance photographers told Backgrid that 1 SUV in their convoy was recklessly driving. Was that before or after the taxi cab ride?

10-In megflix, the Meghans used video footage that violated Diana's privacy, Catherine's privacy and others. Their law suits resurrected footage that violates Chelsey Davey's privacy. It has even opened the floodgates for their suckit squad to harass Chesley online.

They dont really care about privacy rights, they care about manipulating facts to manufacture THEIR TRUTH.

No way would they give a random driver their lodging location.

11-What was the point of the 10 min trip around the block? Were they strategizing next steps?

12-What happened in 10 min around the block that made it "safe" to transfer from a strange taxi back to their SUV?

13-Where were their dinner reservations and for what time?

14-We know Meghan is capable of falling apart with tears from 1 or both eyes, so what's with her post-taxi cab facial expression?

The actress is not frightened or upset. She looks like someone searching for a rock that she can crawl underneath.

A walk of shame before an alleged 15 minute pit stop at a local NYPD station where no police report was filed. They basically stopped to get directions🤡

This seems like a psychological operation gone wrong. It reminds me of the day Meghan arranged for paparazzi to snap photos of her sitting with Ralph Lauren models (talking to the air) amongst Cressida and other members of the "glossy posse" at Wimbledon. The same week in 2016 that they want us to believe she was first introduced to Harry by Violet.

Unfortunately for her, she was assigned to the wrong seat but because she had arranged to be photographed, we were gifted with photos of her showing her complimentary ticket and angrily playing musical chairs because she was in the wrong seat.

We watched Meghan contact Serena's team (Jill Smoller) who allowed her to join them in the family box with Anna Wintour who offered her a sweater (she appeared cold wearing black SUEDE in July to advertise the off season RL dress).

My point---The Meghans arranged for the paparazzi frenzy but it backfired. The taxi cab photos and video footage expose them as liars and hoaxers.

They didn't file a police report or press charges against the big bad paparazzi.

15-Did they stop by the police precinct for damage control?

Was it a way to temporarily legitimize their hoax, thereby affording them enough time to make the front pages of the UK papers they claim to loathe?

The digital imprint and permanent digital search engines will be VICTIM Meghan in the ugly Hertz dress. Any criticism of her appearance, participation trophies or hoax is harassment because the papers were bullied (using of the "Diana Card") into printing the 1st side of the story.

"The one who states his case first seems right, until the other comes and examines him." // "The first one to plead his cause seems right, Until his neighbor comes and examines him." Proverbs 18:17

Let's see how they spin themselves out of this web of lies.

By the way, Sunshine Sachs represents Jussie Smollett and Tyler Perry bailed him out of jail and flew him out of Chicago to LA. Just sayin'.

[beardedmrbean]

Chelsea striker and Australia captain Sam Kerr is set to face trial after being charged with racially aggravated harassment of a London police officer.

The 30-year-old pleaded not guilty to the offence at a court hearing on Monday, the Crown Prosecution Service said.

Kerr is scheduled to appear at Wimbledon Magistrates Court on 1 February 2025.

It follows an alleged incident in January 2023.

"The charge relates to an incident involving a police officer who was responding to a complaint involving a taxi fare on 30 January 2023 in Twickenham," a Metropolitan Police spokesperson said.

Kerr was charged on 21 January this year "with a racially aggravated offence under Section 4A [of the] Public Order Act 1986", they added.

However, she denied the charge at a plea and trial preparation hearing at Kingston upon Thames Crown Court on Monday.

The striker is currently sidelined after sustaining an anterior cruciate ligament injury at the club's warm weather training camp in Morocco in January.

She has scored 99 goals in 128 matches since joining Chelsea in 2019, and is her country's all-time record goalscorer with 64 goals in 125 games.

Speaking to media in Adelaide on Tuesday, Football Australia chief executive James Johnson said the federation had learned of the "very serious allegations" in the news that morning.

"There is no place for racism in our sport," he said. "At the same time Sam has rights, natural justice rights, procedural rights that she has to work through and we will respect that."

Asked if Kerr - arguably Australia's biggest sports star - should be stood down as the national team's captain until the court case has played out, Mr Johnson said the governing body needed to "establish the facts" before deciding its "next step".

"We are trying to get to the bottom of it at the moment... we've got to find out what actually happened," he added.

"I haven't spoken to Sam other than a text message to check in on her wellbeing."

Matildas coach Tony Gustavsson told reporters in Sydney he was "surprised" by the allegations but could not say anything further.

During her time at Chelsea, Kerr has won four Women's Super League titles, three FA Cups, two Women's League Cups and the Women's Community Shield.

She has also been nominated for the Ballon d'Or Féminin - the top prize in women's football - every year since its inception in 2018, placing second last year.

Chelsea have declined to comment.

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 7.7 (after 1940)

1941 – The US occupation of Iceland replaces the UK's occupation. 1944 – World War II: Largest Banzai charge of the Pacific War at the Battle of Saipan. 1946 – Mother Francesca S. Cabrini becomes the first American to be canonized. 1946 – Howard Hughes nearly dies when his XF-11 reconnaissance aircraft prototype crashes in a Beverly Hills neighborhood. 1952 – The ocean liner SS United States passes Bishop Rock on her maiden voyage, breaking the transatlantic speed record to become the fastest passenger ship in the world. 1953 – Ernesto "Che" Guevara sets out on a trip through Bolivia, Peru, Ecuador, Panama, Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Honduras, and El Salvador. 1958 – US President Dwight D. Eisenhower signs the Alaska Statehood Act into law. 1959 – Venus occults the star Regulus. This rare event is used to determine the diameter of Venus and the structure of the Venusian atmosphere. 1962 – Alitalia Flight 771 crashes in Junnar, Maharashtra, India, killing 94 people. 1963 – Buddhist crisis: Police commanded by Ngô Đình Nhu, brother and chief political adviser of South Vietnam President Ngo Dinh Diem, attacked a group of American journalists who were covering a protest. 1978 – The Solomon Islands becomes independent from the United Kingdom. 1980 – Institution of sharia law in Iran. 1980 – During the Lebanese Civil War, 83 Tiger militants are killed during what will be known as the Safra massacre. 1981 – US President Ronald Reagan nominates Sandra Day O'Connor to become the first female member of the Supreme Court of the United States. 1983 – Cold War: Samantha Smith, a US schoolgirl, flies to the Soviet Union at the invitation of Secretary General Yuri Andropov. 1985 – Boris Becker becomes the youngest male player ever to win Wimbledon at age 17. 1991 – Yugoslav Wars: The Brioni Agreement ends the ten-day independence war in Slovenia against the rest of the Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia. 1992 – The New York Court of Appeals rules that women have the same right as men to go topless in public. 1997 – The Turkish Armed Forces withdraw from northern Iraq after assisting the Kurdistan Democratic Party in the Iraqi Kurdish Civil War. 2003 – NASA Opportunity rover, MER-B or Mars Exploration Rover–B, was launched into space aboard a Delta II rocket. 2005 – A series of four explosions occurs on London's transport system, killing 56 people, including four suicide bombers, and injuring over 700 others. 2007 – The first Live Earth benefit concert was held in 11 locations around the world. 2012 – At least 172 people are killed in a flash flood in the Krasnodar Krai region of Russia. 2013 – A De Havilland Otter air taxi crashes in Soldotna, Alaska, killing ten people. 2016 – Ex-US Army soldier Micah Xavier Johnson shoots fourteen policemen during an anti-police protest in downtown Dallas, Texas, killing five of them. He is subsequently killed by a robot-delivered bomb. 2017 – The Treaty on the Prohibition of Nuclear Weapons was adopted with 122 countries voting in favour. 2019 – The United States women's national soccer team defeated the Netherlands 2–0 at the 2019 FIFA Women's World Cup Final in Lyon, France. 2022 – Boris Johnson announces his resignation as leader of the Conservative Party following days of pressure from the Members of Parliament (MPs) during the July 2022 United Kingdom government crisis.

[wimbledonminicab]

Seamless London Wimbledon Airport Transfers: Your Ultimate Guide

London is a bustling metropolis, brimming with culture, history, and opportunities. And nestled within its vibrant tapestry lies Wimbledon, a charming district renowned for its prestigious tennis championships and quaint English charm. Whether you're jetting in for a business meeting or embarking on a leisurely holiday, navigating airport transfers to and from Wimbledon can seem daunting amidst the city's labyrinthine transport system. Fear not, for we've curated the ultimate guide to ensure your journey is smooth, seamless, and stress-free.

Understanding Your Options

London boasts an array of transportation options, each with its own merits. From traditional black cabs to cost-effective public transport, the choices can be overwhelming. However, for those seeking a blend of comfort, convenience, and reliability, private airport transfers emerge as the optimal choice.

Why Choose Private Airport Transfers?

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Personalized Service: Say goodbye to the impersonal nature of public transport. Private transfer services prioritize customer satisfaction, offering personalized experiences tailored to your preferences. Whether you require assistance with luggage or crave insider recommendations for exploring Wimbledon, knowledgeable drivers are at your service.

Efficiency: Time is of the essence, especially when navigating a bustling city like London. Private transfers eliminate unnecessary delays, providing a swift and efficient mode of transportation. With pre-booked services, you can rest assured that your driver will be waiting upon your arrival, ready to whisk you away to your destination.

Cost-Effective: While private transfers may seem indulgent, they often prove to be more cost-effective than traditional taxis, particularly for larger groups. With fixed rates and no hidden charges, you'll enjoy peace of mind knowing exactly what to expect in terms of pricing.

Booking Your Transfer

Booking a private Airport Transfer Taxi Service in London to or from Wimbledon is a breeze, thanks to the plethora of reputable providers catering to travelers' needs. Simply conduct a quick online search or enlist the assistance of your hotel concierge to identify trusted transfer services. Prioritize companies with positive reviews, transparent pricing structures, and a commitment to customer satisfaction.

Making the Most of Your Transfer Experience

Plan Ahead: Ensure a seamless journey by booking your transfer in advance. Provide your flight details and accommodation address to facilitate smooth coordination

Communicate Preferences: Whether you require a child seat or have specific preferences regarding vehicle type, communicate your needs to the transfer company in advance to guarantee a tailored experience.

Stay Connected: Maintain open lines of communication with your transfer provider. Confirm your booking details prior to your departure and remain reachable in case of any last-minute changes.

Enjoy the Ride: Sit back, relax, and soak in the sights as you journey from the airport to Wimbledon. Whether you're admiring iconic landmarks or marveling at the city's eclectic architecture, your transfer offers a prime opportunity to immerse yourself in London's rich tapestry.

In Conclusion

Embarking on London Wimbledon airport transfers need not be a source of stress or uncertainty. By opting for private transfer services, you'll unlock a world of comfort, convenience, and efficiency, ensuring a seamless journey from touchdown to your final destination. So, sit back, relax, and let the experts handle the logistics while you focus on enjoying all that London and Wimbledon have to offer.

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Reliable and Convenient Travel: Search Airport Taxi Connects London to Major Airports and Seaports

In the hustle and bustle of today's fast-paced world, efficient transportation solutions are a vital component of modern living. Whether you're a frequent traveler or someone embarking on a new journey, having a dependable and punctual means of getting to and from airports and seaports is essential. This is where Search Airport Taxi comes into play, ensuring seamless and comfortable journeys for all.

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Search Airport Taxi stands as a beacon of convenience in the realm of transportation. With a strong presence in the heart of London, the company prides itself on its ability to cater to the diverse travel needs of individuals from various walks of life. Whether you're a business traveler with a tight schedule or a leisure traveler seeking comfort, Search Airport Taxi has you covered. The company offers services to all major London airports and seaports, including Heathrow, Gatwick, Stansted, and London City Airport, as well as Southampton and Dover seaports.

A Hub for Uninterrupted Service

One of the key aspects that sets Search Airport Taxi apart is its commitment to providing round-the-clock service. Regardless of the time of day or day of the week, the company's fleet of well-maintained vehicles and experienced drivers are ready to assist you in reaching your destination. This 24/7 availability ensures that even those late-night or early-morning flights are met with punctuality and reliability.

From Wimbledon SW19 to London City Airport E16: Seamless Connections

Navigating the bustling streets of London can be a challenge, especially when you're in a hurry to catch a flight or reach a seaport. Search Airport Taxi has strategically positioned itself as a solution for such predicaments. For instance, if you find yourself in Wimbledon SW19 and need to make your way to London City Airport E16, the company's services seamlessly connect these two points. With experienced drivers who are well-versed in the city's layout, you can sit back, relax, and enjoy a stress-free journey.

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[acrossthearctic]

Dublin to Waterford

A taxi ride to collect the rental car took us past St Andrews Chuch, funny to think a week ago I had no knowledge of such a church and now have seen it twice in two days.

Our first stop was Glendalough which certainly has become more developed as a tourist spot since my last visit with Information Centres etc. We stepped out of the car in sunshine and minutes later the rain was pelting down . Fortunately it only lasted a short time but many photo opportunities were lost.

First stop was the area known as the monastic city with may wonderful ruins of churches, belltowers etc. We then took a walk to the Upper Lake through a lovely forested area.

The next stop for the day was Avoca, a pretty village which was used in the filming of the TV series Ballykissangel. We visited the church and lunched in Fitzgerald Pub.

We then undertook the "coastal route" to Waterford . Unfortunately the high hedgerows obscured the view of the sea for most of the way but we saw some pretty vilages and countryside. The coast had a number of caravan/ mobile home parks s so is obviously a popular holiday destination.

We arrived in Waterford in time to catch he final set of Wimbledon. What a fabulous result.

As we were tired we elected to have dinner in the pub section of our hotel.There was a tour group of elederly Dubliners and part of ther tour is entertainment . This consisted of 60s,70s and Irish songs. Rosemary and I stayed for an hour or so and had a fun time chatting with them and watching them all sing ( and some dance) to the Irish songs, which were not the ones you always hear. The lady sitting next to me was a character- her Guiness arrived from the bar and then she slipped a small bottle of John Jameson from her handbag and added a healthy swig of it to her drink!.

A good first day of our trip.

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[fingertipsmp3]

Might regret saying this & potentially jinxing it but I don’t feel jetlagged. I was tired yesterday but now I’m absolutely fine. I’m literally sleeping normally. I’m fine

[newtonsheffield]

i hope you saw the picture of johny alone at wimbledon UFFF, that picture screams ANTHONY at BSCU, i guess i wont be the only one asking you something, may be kate seeing anthony dressed like that, what she thinks ???, thanks for giving you the time

Oh you mean this picture

This is… visually a lot for me. Ladies and Gentlemen I am looking respectfully, Kate was not.

Kate knew that her boyfriend was a handsome man, despite the fact that Edwina always shrugged and said

“Yeah… he’s alright.” As though Kate had just mentioned that the taxi driver was a nice guy.

And she’d like to think in the year since their relationship started, she’d built up some kind of tolerance towards him. As though he would stop disarming her completely every time he smiled at her. And then he always went and did something that made her tolerance drop, revealing some new attraction she didn’t know she had.

This month it was when he walked into their bedroom with a suit bag slung over his shoulder, Kate had smirked when she’d seen it.

“Do you really need another suit? I would have thought 50 was enough for any man.”

Anthony had rolled his eyes and said, “Well this one’s for summer. I can’t wear a winter suit to Wimbledon, Kate, I’m not a heathen.” As though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Kate had scoffed, “And in that entire collection you don’t have one summer suit?”

“Not like this one! And really, as if you haven’t bought a new dress.” He said a little indignantly.

“No one cares about Men’s clothes the way they care about women’s and you know it!” She’d said ignoring him completely.

But as soon as he’d put on the suit this morning, she knew she’d been wrong. She should have been used to Anthony is a suit, even three piece, she saw it every day. But something about the crisp beige of this one, with his dark hair and the way it seemed to fit him so well, was a little overwhelming. She’d had to avoid his eyes when she’d tied his tie just like she did every morning. And her eyes had followed him since they’d arrived, stalking him across the balcony, where he stood laughing with his brother, his sunglasses on, his smile bright when his eyes drifted to her. Waving slightly.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Kate whispered to herself a little urgently as her cheeks burned.

“He looks so much like his father.” Violet said, her eyes flickering in the distance between them. “Now you know why I have eight children. Perhaps so,e juice Kate, you look a little parched dear.” And then she walked off back towards her friends, leaving Kate desperately wishing the ground would swallow her.