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the good: got offered a paid "interview" - mock calls, really
the bad: i Do Not Want This Fucking Job. but ill take it if offered. but i dont wanttttt ittttt :c it's one of those places that works with a lot of different businesses to take calls and it's. ugh. i hate being on the phone. i hate direct customer service. whine whine.
#very cool abt the paid interviews tho#it's in part bc it's a big time commitment#minimum of an hour prep and a 1 hour mock call#up to 3 total mock calls#and experience is experience..... ugh. ew. yuck.
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Cracking the UPSC Interview with IAS Coaching in Delhi: Strategies and Mock Interview Tips
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How did they handle things when Eddie was touring often? Not with regards to Steve's health, just in regards to being so grossly in love, keeping the spark alive, keeping the pain of long distance to a minimum etc 🥺
By phone!
Touring was rough for both of them.
It was really the first time that they’d been away from each other since Vecna and the Upside Down, and they weren’t prepared for how difficult it would be.
Luckily, they were both pretty busy at the time. Eddie was taking the stage every other night, sighing autographs and doing interviews, and they partied a lot. Steve was a full time student, working part-time, and was still driving the kids around.
But every night, Eddie always called and Steve always answered.
Eddie swore that he alone kept the pay phone industry in business during this time because quarter after quarter, they’d talk until his bus driver threatened to leave for the next show without him or until Steve fell asleep. They talked about big things and simple things, and it was just nice to hear the others voice.
It was better when the band would stay overnight in a hotel (which didn’t happen often). There’s a home video that the guys filmed where they were doing mock interviews in prep for their MTV interview the next day. In the background, Eddie’s on the phone, chain smoking with the softest look on his face. You can hear him say, “They play volleyball on a beach, in jean shorts. Then what?”
Steve tried to send Eddie flowers at every stop of the tour, but it nearly bankrupts him. Eddie tells him that it’s sweet but there’s no way he can keep bringing them on the bus without Gareth having a full-on asthma attack. Steve started writing letters instead but it was pretty hit or miss if Eddie would get them.
The biggest difficulty was just not knowing. Sometimes Eddie wasn’t in a place where he couldn’t call or sometimes it was so late that Steve was asleep or he wasn’t home. Sometimes when Eddie could call, Steve was in class or at work. Sometimes they’d fight and that fight would have to hang in the air until the next time they had time to talk.
It was frustrating and it was lonely, but there wasn’t a lot that they could do about it until the band came close enough that Steve and their friends could drive out to see them.
#touring in the late eighties/early nineties must’ve been hell for families#steve harrington#eddie munson#eddie munson tiktok saga
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Joseph Quinn x Actress!Reader
GENRE : kinda fluffy tbh
WARNINGS (?) : alcohol, mention of boobies
WORD COUNT : 3478
Honestly I thought this was going to be a short imagine and this is what happened, I hope it’s not as horrendous as I’ve convinced myself it is lmao
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“So Y/N, you and Joe here have actually worked together before, right?” The woman conducting your interview asked with a smile. She was nice enough, but it had been a long day for you all and it was getting more noticeable in your responses.
“Yeah, back when I was like twenty or something for a short film,” you responded politely. “It was terrifying, to be quite honest!”
The group, made up of Gaten, Maya and Joe himself chuckled and the mood lifted a little.
“You were scared of me?” Joe asked incredulously, brow furrowed slightly and his mouth open in mock shock. You giggled a little.
“I mean yeah, Dickensian had just been released, I’d binged the whole thing as soon as I could and developed this weird, like, ‘this man will never know I exist’ kind of crush! How is that not scary? It was my first proper role and everything!” The interviewer laughed along with you as you spoke and Gaten turned to you in surprise.
“I didn’t know you guys had worked together?” He said, his eyes boring into your own. “How did I never know that?”
“I knew that, I listen when people speak.” Maya had quipped, sending you into laughs again.
You shrugged in response to Gaten, and glanced toward Joe. His eyes were matching your gaze almost instantly, a smile creasing his face and the tiniest blush hinted on his cheeks. You could get lost in his eyes so quickly, and you had, on multiple occasions. The hot lights in the room didn’t show it well, but you’d seen how the sunlight on set would highlight the different shades of brown within them, on a good day, they’d sparkle with flecks of varying shades of chocolate and deep honey.
“It actually made it a lot easier to be friendly on set for this show-” He spoke, pulling his gaze from yours to face back to the camera. It had only been a second or so, but you felt you’d been swimming in his sights for minutes. “Having the kind of connection you can only get from the intimacy that comes with the sort of scenes we’d shared previously really does wonders for the relationship our characters had with each other.”
“Intimacy?” Gaten spun to Joe this time, eyebrows raised. “What do you mean? Oh my god, this is like finding out your sister had a secret boyfriend-” Your face flushed, remembering back to the way Joe’s hands had rested on your bare skin during your previous filming together and you tried to push down the knot tightening in your stomach.
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“Morning!” You’d called with a false confidence as you walked onto set. The bed was lit by warm stage lights and there were set dressers bouncing around, laying down empty cans of beer.
The brief for the scene had been just that, brief.
‘Sam and Rory fall into bed together, hands desperate and kissing deeply. Sam removes her shirt and Rory gazes longingly, eyes roaming her now bare chest.’
With it being your first scene of intimacy, you were understandably pretty nervous. You’d stayed in your trailer that morning until the last possible second before making your way to set, anxious to interact with Joe. You knew full well he’d be sweet about it, make it lighthearted and take your mind away from the anxiety, but even after being around him on set for the past month you couldn’t shake the tension it brought to your mind. You were both professionals here, this wasn’t going to mess anything up between you, and he’d done this before, but the rock in your chest hadn’t budged since you’d woken that morning.
After prepping was complete and the shot was angled, you were both ushered onto set with a call of ‘rolling’. After working with Joe for a couple of weeks, your director had good understanding of your chemistry together and had begun to trust your work, she had been able to gradually decrease the amount of blocking and rehearsal between the two of you, especially for short scenes such as this.
The pair of you had taken your first positions in the doorway, Joe having already lost his shirt and your hands resting against his bare chest.
“Sorry if they’re cold.” You had joked, looking up at him. His skin was soft and warm beneath your palms and he’d chuckled lightly.
“I can manage. You’ll soon warm up.” His voice was low as you waited on ‘action’, and once it was called, it was like there was never tension to begin with. His lips crashed into your own and you moved together in synchronicity. His legs hit the edge of the bed frame as the camera moved around you, and his hands danced across your chest, moving around your body until he grabbed a fistful of the back of your shirt. You pulled back, breathing heavily and eyes full of lust, some of which wasn’t even acting at this point. You gazed down at him, a silent conversation passing between you both before he pulled your shirt over your head. Your bare chest was on display before him and his gaze darkened, eyes roaming across your body.
“You’re fucking stunning.” He murmured, and though it was unscripted, it fit the moment beautifully. Oh how you had wished it was just the two of you alone with the emotions genuine. His hands dragged across your bare skin, and he looked up at you as you sat straddling him on the bed.
“Touch me.” You’d whispered down to him, and his hands were on your breasts as your lips met again. His fingertips left trails of fire across your skin and you ground your hips against his, eliciting a moan from him. You felt the rumble of the noise with your hand resting against the side of his neck, thumb on his cheek. He had a few days of stubble and it prickled against the pad of your thumb.
“Cut there!” Came the call, and someone swooped in with a jacket for you. The mood changed instantly and his hands had lifted from where he’d been pulling you close to him. It left you feeling empty and almost vaguely disappointed at the time, but thinking back on it, you were glad it had been stopped where it had. You weren’t convinced it could've gone any further without becoming some kind of pornography.
“Fantastic you guys,” The director had spoken, watching the scene back on the small screen in her hands. “I think we got it in one!” You smiled, breathing steadying and you shoved your hands into the pockets of the jacket you'd been given. With a quick glance toward Joe, you saw he’d put his shirt back on and was speaking quietly to one of the ADs. You opened your mouth to speak, but after sharing a small laugh with the man, he’d left the room by the time you’d taken a breath.
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“Dude relax, it was just a job!” You’d laughed at Gaten. “Please do change the subject, I think he’s getting flustered.”
The interviewer let out a laugh and nodded.
“So Joe, what was the weirdest thing for you with playing Eddie this season?”
He blew out a breath, considering his answer. “Probably trying to get the balance right between this kind of cocky, goofy, metal guy and this almost smitten sort of teenager. He’s still in school and hasn’t held any kind of relationship outside of that, it’s difficult for him to act his age when he’s surrounded by these kids.” He nudged Gaten’s chair with his foot and stretched out a little, his shirt lifting. You found yourself hoping for a peek of skin between the hem of his shirt and his jeans, but you were disappointed to find it wasn’t there. You moved your eyes away quickly.
“And Maya, how do you think Robin feels about having new female friends this time around? Y/N’s character Sophia seems pretty into her!” Maya shared a laugh with you and cleared her throat a little before speaking.
“Yeah I bet she’s pretty stoked at having Sophia around now. They have this kind of flirty thing going on, but of course, Vicky is still the main attraction for her. I think she just likes to have support in that respect.”
The interview continued on and you found your tired mind wandering. Luckily the rest of the questions were directed more towards Maya and Gaten, taking pressure off you. You commented here and there, shared a laugh every now and then, and before you knew it, you were all saying goodbye. The group of you reconvened in the corridor and you sighed at the relief of being out from under the lights.
“I think I’m gonna go back to my room,” You began, catching the attention of the others. “I fancy a nice long bath, and a nice long drink. Gaten, you obviously cannot partake, sorry bud-” He shrugged. “-But if you guys fancy a drink or whatever let me know? The bath can wait if it’s for alcohol.”
Joe’s arm brushed against your own as you walked down the corridor to the lifts. With the both of you in short sleeves, the sensation felt borderline electric to you and you shoved your hands into your jean pockets, pulling your arm away.
“I could go for a drink.” He replied. You turned to look at him, a small smile on your lips.
“My room or yours then? Maya? You in?” She mumbled something about a headache, eyeing you both ahead of her and waiting for the lift. She nudged Gaten with her elbow as they joined you and muttered something in his direction, they laughed and you blushed again.
“You’re on the fifth floor, yeah?” Joe’s voice pulled your attention and you realised the lift had arrived. You nodded, following him into the small space and he hit the button with his thumb. The doors began to slide shut, leaving Gaten and Maya behind in the corridor and you called out to them before they closed.
“See you guys in the morning then?”
“You will,” Maya called back. “Enjoy your ‘intimacy’!” She added, and you heard Gaten bark out a laugh as the doors bumped shut.
There was a beat of silence before Joe cleared his throat to speak.
“Are we being bullied? Is that bullying?” He joked lightly, but there was a tension in his words that you couldn’t put your finger on.
“At this point, I’m not sure with those two.” You joked back, and you saw him smile in the mirrored doors. It made you feel warm inside and you savoured the feeling as the lift pinged through the levels. It came to a stop on five, and you waited for the doors to open.
“Come on then, Joseph, I have vodka!” You chirped, breezing out of the doors and over to your door. He waited patiently for you to retrieve your key card, and you could feel that tense energy returning. “Sorry, I know it’s here-” You said, a little flustered and rooting through your purse. “I threw it in on my way down this morning- Ha!” You pulled it out victoriously and swiped it across the pad, door clicking as it unlocked.
Joe reached out and took the handle, pushing the door open and holding it for you to enter before him.
“Coke or lemonade?” You had asked after thanking him gently and stepping through the door.
“Uh-”
“It's vodka, so you want lemonade.”
“Lemonade then, please?”
“It was a trick question.”
“You’re just as sneaky as you used to be, you know?”
“Damn, I thought I’d gotten sneakier.”
The energy between you eased slightly and you pulled off your jacket, dropping it over the back of a chair as you entered the kitchenette. You poured two drinks, definitely too strong for the time of day, added ice and turned to hand him one. He was stood closer than you thought and you jumped back a little in surprise, accidentally sloshing your own glass and the liquid seeped down across your top.
“Christ, Joe!” You cried, the liquid making you shiver involuntarily as it made its way down your chest. His eyes widened a little as your black bra came into view through your thin, and now wet, shirt.
“Shit, I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to scare you I-”
You put your drink down on the side and squeezed past him as he stuttered his apology.
“You scared the shit out of me!”
“I’m sorry!” He laughed, though it turned into a cough as you peeled your shirt off in front of him. Balling it up, you used the dryer side to wipe the spilt drink from your chest. Noticing his silence, you looked up to see him eyeing you from where he stood, transfixed.
“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” You pointed out, throwing your shirt in the direction of the bathroom. Grabbing a plain tee from your suitcase, you made your way back to the kitchen side and swiped your drink, taking a gulp and wincing slightly as it burned on the way down. Definitely too strong. You held it out to him.
“Hold this for me?” He nodded, grabbing the drink. There was a mixture of emotions on his face. Surprise, embarrassment, and something you couldn’t quite place. You pulled your shirt over your head and took your drink back gently, your fingers brushing his.
“Are you ok?” You asked, and he nodded. It was like he’d broken a trance, and he shrugged a little, scooping his own glass from the counter and brushing past you to flop onto the couch.
You took a seat on your bed and took another sip, the alcohol warming your chest.
“I was kind of a dick that day.” Joe blurted, and you blinked.
“What?”
“The day we made out, I was a dick.”
“Were you?” You frowned, trying to play it off like nothing, but you knew exactly what he meant.
“Yeah, I panicked a bit actually. It was a good take, a really good take. You were fantastic, I just panicked because it felt like a lot.” He spoke slowly, considering his words. There was a faint blush on his cheeks again and you sat up a little, turning your body to face him. His arm rested across the back of the cushions, the other casually across his knee. Your eyes fixed on his hand, holding his glass. His hands were so soft that day, and you found yourself wondering if they still were.
“I’m sorry if it was bad,” You began, but he quickly cut you off.
“It wasn’t bad, Y/N. That was kind of the issue, I think.”
“Issue?” Confusion was evident in your tone and he looked over at you, dragging his eyes from the carpet to fix on your own.
He laughed a little, though it wasn’t totally genuine. The noise that escaped his lips had been for another reason. To cover his embarrassment.
“I had to leave, that day, and I know I seemed like a total bastard for just walking out… It was just that it- You had-” He sighed, frustrated, and took a drink. “I wasn’t decent.” He finished, laughing again. The chuckle fell from his lips, and he ran his free hand over his face. “You got to me and I didn’t know how else to deal with the uh, situation.”
You remembered back to his low conversation with the AD, their shared laughter before he'd walked out. Oh. OH.
The laugh bubbled out of you before you could stop it, and before you knew it, the pair of you were laughing together, properly laughing, the emotion welling up and spilling over.
“I’m- I’m so sorry!” You laughed, and he had to put his drink down to stop it from sloshing over the edge of the glass.
“I never knew that, oh my god.” You’d managed, and he gestured dramatically.
“I couldn’t control it! You just got to me, it was some magical bullshit you pulled.” He sighed, the giggles fading. The tone in the room was lighter now, a slight buzz between the both of you as you continued sipping your drinks. A small wave of courage overtook you and you blurted the words before you thought about how they’d sound.
“I was a bit sad we only got one take of it.” The words came out lightly, the implications going over your head. “I would've happily gone for round two, you know.”
There was a pause before he responded.
“I think I would’ve liked that.”
Another pause.
“I wish Sophia and Eddie could’ve made out.” You said, and the words suddenly felt heavy once they were out. You held your breath, and it felt like hours before his reply came. You flopped back onto the bed, your eyes fixed on the ceiling, heart beating hard in your chest.
“They still could.”
“The script isn’t even finished. It’ll be ages before we film again. What if I lose my ‘magic bullshit’?”
You heard him chuckle a little.
“I’m pretty sure it’s still there, Y/N.”
“I could still get you?”
“Y/N, you already have me.”
His voice was quiet now, and you frowned. What? Sitting up, you looked over to the couch, seeing him sitting forward, elbows resting on his knees and head dropped down. His eyes were fixed on the carpet again. There was a very faint smile on his lips.
“I do?” You asked quietly, and he nodded slowly. He still wouldn't look at you.
“I used to think about it a lot, how your lips felt against mine… I couldn’t figure out afterwards whether it had just been acting or if you’d felt it too. Drove me crazy. Then after, we’d had scenes apart from each other, wrapped a week later and then didn’t see you for ages. I just pushed it out of my mind. Auditioned for this, got cast, came over for filming and then there you were again. It was like being hit by a car.” He blew out a breath.
“Like, a Smart car? Or like a taxi?” You tried to joke.
“It was like being hit by a fucking bus.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
A few minutes passed by quietly as Joe’s confession stayed in the air. You breathed in deeply, holding it for a second before releasing, and pushed yourself up off the bed. Your feet were quiet against the carpeted floor as you made your way over to the sofa, stopping to stand in front of him.
“We could always just… pick up where we left off..?” The proposal hung between you. He looked up at you and you just about melted. A small curl had come loose and hung down over his forehead and his eyes met yours.
“Where we left off?”
You nodded, reaching a hand out towards him. He hesitated for a second before his skin met yours. The tips of his fingers brushed against your own before he took your hand and stood. He swallowed thickly, now looking down a little from his height to keep his eyes on yours.
“I think I’d need a refresher of the scene…” He smiled as though he was joking, but his eyes had darkened and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. You looked up at him, pulling his hand round and placing it against your lower back.
“Well, I’m fairly sure you didn’t have this on.” Your voice was quiet but strong as you pulled at his shirt. He smiled down at you before removing his hand and pulling his shirt off over his head, dropping it to the floor. His hands, both this time, went back to pull you closer by your waist and he chuckled.
“You next?”
“That was your job.”
A single heartbeat passed before his lips met yours, hungry and searching. You moaned in surprise and want, your hands wrapping around his back and pressing against his skin, just as soft and beautiful as you had remembered. He pulled back a little, but stayed close enough that his nose was brushing yours as he spoke against your lips.
“Tell me if this stops being ok, ok?” He asked, eyes searching yours for even a hint of concern.
“Joe, this is more than ok.” You said, before crashing your lips against his again. His hands roamed your body and he backed up a little.
His legs hit the edge of the bed and he fell onto his back. You moved to straddle him as his hands searched for the hem of your shirt, and he found it. He broke the kiss to pull it up and over your head…
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Hello! I'm new! You may have posted this somewhere already, but - if it's not too much to ask - may I inquire what degrees you pursued and what your medical jobs have been?
I ask not for vetting purposes, but rather directional purposes for mySELF. I dragged myself up out of a mental breakdown and started scrolling to snap myself out of it and saw your post like a beacon in the darkness.
You kind of hit a few buttons for me, and - though I might not be cut out to reach where you've reached - it is a DIRECTION.
Oh boy, I'm a bad role model because I went out and got a graduate degree that cost me 25 grand and increased my earning potential in the field from "minimum wage" to "just above minimum wage but it's a salary so you have to work more hours." Once I settled on medicine, which took me a long time, it took me an even longer time to finish pre-reqs for applying to med school (I had to take O-Chem as a night class at a community college, which was fun but oh my god that was a lot of work; volunteer at a local hospital on weekends; and keep working my day jobs, plural, at the same time). The MCAT sucked--I scored OK but that score did not change despite spending a bunch of dedicated time on studying. I didn't have money for private tutoring or prep classes. I would have done that if I had. It took two application cycles to get accepted; getting rejected from 15 schools the first time around after each application costs about 100 bucks felt like a nightmare. I wanted to appeal the rejections, but of course, you can't. So I put more effort in, did some mock interviews, interviewed much better the second year, and got in.
Once you're into med school, at least in the US, you are now a cash cow. You will not be expelled unless they can't polish that turd at least enough for a terrible toxic residency. The med schools spend a lot of money on you in hopes that you will become a rich alumna/alumnus who donates.
Once you're in residency, it is extra hard to get fired, because now you're actively making them money with your cheap labor funded in large part by the federal government and your very long hours. You have to REALLY work at it to get fired from residency. If someone is, I assure you, they did something bad. Not "protested racism" bad, as that catfishing doctor Eugene Gu who pretended to be a Black woman on Twitter to harass a much more popular MedTuber (Dr. Glaucomflecken) claimed, but being overtly incompetent and unwilling to do work bad. We had multiple residents who were VERY vocal during the Black Lives Matter protests and faced no repercussions. Some even joined a strike when the hospital employees went on strike, and although they only joined it for a few hours, that was a much more touchy subject with the brass than their anti-racism efforts.
Basically, if you're interested in medicine, I recommend reading Med School Confidential. It's a solid introduction to both the system and what to expect, and what to do in order to make the best of it.
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Episode 4
Royal wedding montage. No, Samantha Cohen didn’t tell you some weird Rainbow Fish story. That did not happen.
Voices of journalists talking about how amazing she is and how she is going to change the family for the better. I guess the royal coverage is good…as long as they say nice things.
“I don’t know how I was so calm.” Drugs, Meghan. It was drugs.
Wedding crowds montage. Same song as Four Weddings and a Funeral because these two think they are living a rom com. Celebrities attending the wedding. International coverage. Amal and George and the Beckhams. Will and Harry. No one mentions that it was Wallis Simpson’s car. She didn’t talk about the “real” wedding three days before.
There was no expectation, Harry. You were supposed to get married in Craithie Kirk because you were a man of the people. That was the first story that came out.
CWK talks about the dress. Doesn’t mention the Commonwealth flowers in the veil. No mention of the tiara drama or the egg debacle either.
Bold choice going with the vampire bride shot. Yes, KC was important to you Meg. He single-handedly saved your train wreck wedding. Lots of discussion about the Kingdom Choir and no one mentions that they perform at all the Commonwealth events.
They sold their wedding pics, just like Peter. They are soooooo tacky. They laugh about cutting the cake with the sword. That wedding cake was truly symbolic, a priceless collection of gold pedestals propping up a mediocre confection. Her mom ditched her for the celebs. That is hilarious. Of course she did.
Interesting that Meghan hasn’t looked happy once during this whole documentary, but she sounds truly joyful when talking about the wedding. That was the highlight of her life.
Kate’s face in the wedding pictures is everything. Says it all. I wonder if Meghan sold a Kate pic. I haven’t seen one yet. Never mind, I just rewound and, sure enough, she did.
Interesting how they are appropriating narratives—she’s a hugger, writing in a new character, modernizing—that were created by the tabloids. Every single word this Archewell guy is saying was written by Camilla Tominey, Andrew Morton, or Valentine Low. He is parroting the royal experts Harry was mocking last episode.
Train trip with the Queen. Why does she wear a necklace in some shots, but not in others? They are splicing different interviews and using filters to make it look line one interview. This section was edited into incomprehensibility after the death of the Queen.
Grenfell. LOL, she makes it sound like she was in the UK when the tragedy happened. Wild. I like the Grenfell ladies but why are they spending time on this and not covering her current charities?
Bitching about Nott Cott, which actually looks super cute. “I don’t know who lived here before.” Your brother, the heir, lived there before, Harry. You know that.
That’s how she decorated it? Pottery Barn circa 2001? No wonder her domestic goddess career never took off. All of this just to upgrade from 2000s Pottery Barn to 2014 Restoration Hardware? But….they weren’t living in Nott Cott. They rented a Cotswolds farmhouse before the wedding and lived there until moving to Frog Cott. That’s why all these pics are of them getting dressed. They were just using Nott Cott to prep for London events.
Wait, did they just bitch about their multi-million cottage in Kensington Palace being too small right after the Grenfell segment? Yes, they did. Wow.
Pregnancy. She sold her sonogram pictures. Australia. You weren’t showing already, Megs. There was no bump. Cue shots with no bump. This is epic gaslight. We can clearly see she’s not showing, but they flat out say she was.
Lol, she wasn’t that popular. Her polls peaked at 41% net approval after the wedding and dropped like rocks. And Australia wasn’t the turning point, Lucy. It was her dad talking to the media all summer long. Isn’t Lucy Harper a pr person? Shouldn’t she be able to interpret polling data? Headlines about how popular she was…including the 2018 Time’s Most Influential List, which is hilarious because they were sandwiched between Donald Trump and Saudi Arabia’s MSB. Yeah, the royals were really jealous of that. OMG, they show Meghan’s covers and its…Woman’s Day and Hello! Canada. One of the headlines is “Freddy Mercury’s Secret Wife.”
Wait, now he’s happy because the media put Meghan on the front pages? They have a very strange relationship with the media. Hold on, he thinks Meghan outshone The Queen? Seriously?????? He thinks the frumpy brocade dress outshone The Queen? I remember calling that a hater cover because Meghan looked so terrible in it. No one thought she overshadowed The Queen. Literally, no one.
Archewell guy speaking again. He seems to think that the royals, who were desperately trying to cover up the epic disaster of the Australian tour—which included insulting the Australian government house, exaggerating an incident with a faulty heater, assaulting an embassy employee, walking out of a United Nations event, making a staffer cry in front of a reporter, wearing jewelry gifted by an allegedly murderous despot, and trolling her father by saying he hadn’t paid for her college—were jealous of how “well” she did in Australia. This is delusional.
Lol, now they are bitching about avocados. It wasn’t the avocados. It was her dad. They just jumped from blaming the royals for the bad press to blaming racism. First The Queen was jealous, then the staff were scared, then the media was racist and giving Kate better press…I’m getting whiplash. Pick a villain, guys! I can’t follow this argument at all. The Queen was upset because Meghan stole her Woman’s Day cover with Freddie Mercury’s secret wife so she leaked stories about Meghan’s favorite perishable fruit and the evil tabloids turned that into the racialized avocados of death? Whaaaaaat????? I love how Harry throws up his hands and says “well, if you can’t see it, I can’t do anything for you.” See what? None of this makes any sense.
BTW, they used the “Hurricane Meghan” headlines even though Meghan told Oprah she hadn’t heard about that. The Oprah interview also implied she never knew about the bump-holding headlines and they used those in the documentary too. Oprah read them to her and Meghan acted as if it was the first time she was hearing about it. The only headlines Meghan, according to their statements during the Oprah interview, was supposedly aware of were the “made Kate cry story” and the avocado story, and she laughed at the avocado story.
Walkabout in Liverpool. A member of the public scolded her about her dad. See? The problem was her dad. Harry and Meghan, however, blame family lies and the tabloids. Her dad was giving interviews right and left, and people were watching him in real time, complaining about how he was treated. No one in the palace was leaking this. No one was lying about it. He was out there, giving interviews to anyone with a couple of bucks because he wanted to explain that he did actually pay for her school. Her sister was doing the same thing.
And here’s the Diana 2.0 stuff. Wait, she was going to kill herself…over the racialized avocados of death? I paused to re-read the transcript of the Oprah interview because I remembered the suicidal ideation story as being a lot more sympathetic than “the Kate story and the avocados made me want to end it all.” In that interview, they start with the tabloid stories, but then Oprah asks her whether she felt lonely and she talks about Harry working all the time and being all alone. She talks about not being able to leave the house and see her friends and also about the tours being exhausting and having to smile through it all. She also claims there were talks about Archie not being a prince and not getting security and how that was stressing her out. Then she talks about people being concerned about Archie’s skin color and then she talks about her suicidal ideation. That kind of emotional build-up is what Oprah brings to the table. That’s why she gets the big bucks. Here, they just jump from “our Australian tour was super successful” to “mean tabloid stories about Kate and avocados” to “I just didn’t want to live anymore,” and it’s not as powerful, particularly since the behind-the-scenes pictures they keep showing us are all happy pictures.
Also, we skipped over the big show of support at Sandringham. And Doria can also do the “one tear, left eye” trick. It must be genetic.
She wasn’t allowed to get help? Girl, they knew you were nuttier than a fruitcake. They would have sent you to a shrink in a hot minute. And they weren’t afraid about how it would make the institution look. Harry admitted to going to therapy and it went fantastic. James Middleton went to therapy too. They put up pics of Megs looking sad…and they are all from events that happened afterwards.
The households separated because of leaks? Bullying isn’t even going to get mentioned? No, it isn’t, and neither is the big social media campaign KP did to support Meghan.
I’m blown away by the fact that all this drama is about a story about bridesmaids’ dresses. The Oprah Winfrey interview was motivated by this one story about making Kate cry. The Archetypes podcast was about the story about making Kate cry. They made a six-hour Netflix documentary about a story about making Kate cry. There is now an entire subgenre of royal coverage based on Princess Charlotte’s bridesmaid attire. This one story has been living rent-free in Harry and Meghan’s heads since Fall 2018.
Harry keeps talking about trading stories and not playing the game. He totally planted the Rose Hanbury affair story as revenge for the “made Kate cry” story. Absolutely,
Happy Nott Cott Christmas. She wasn’t allowed to text photos? Lol, you weren’t texting photos bc you were saving them for Netflix.
People Magazine article. I guess these were the friends working with the magazines. Wasn’t their privacy super important? Weren’t they in danger if their identities were revealed? That was the argument that was presented under oath to the court. Now it turns out she was just saving the reveal for the Netflix special. Baby shower. OMG, Amal Clooney making floral arrangements, wtf? Backlash because of course.
They are gifted Frogmore Cottage. Archie’s birth. Vintage footage about royal births. She had a long-standing relationship with her UK doctor? How? Seriously, how? They couldn’t do the photocell at Portland Hospital? Didn’t Fergie do it at Portland? Twice?
Birth announcement drama. The problem wasn’t that you broke protocol, Meghan. The problem was that CBS got the exclusive and you lied to the press about the birth. They bring in academics to say it was about racism because of course.
Archie. They took a picture of the nanny with the baby in a mud cloth carrier, lol.
South Africa with Archie. They couldn’t do a hospital photocall with the baby, but now they are taking him on tour. Doria just said “it’s not the institution’s baby, it’s her baby,” but they are taking him on an official tour. They can’t be expected to serve their child on a silver platter for literally two minutes, but they can take him on a week-long tour. I had to double-back and check the dates because I felt this wasn’t nearly as jarring and contradictory when it happened, and it wasn’t. The tour was several months after the birth and they had already taken the baby (who was supposedly too young to fly to Balmoral for the summer) to Ibiza. They way they presented it in the documentary, however, sounded ridiculous.
BTW, no coverage of the Vogue magazine, Smartworks capsule collection, the summer vacations at Elton’s house, the private planes, etc…. All of these were roundly criticized (well, not the Smartworks capsule) and yet the only story that matters is the Kate story.
Lol, the Archewell guy just admitted the royals were afraid Meghan would cause an international row during this tour. Not afraid that she would embarrass the royal family with her activism, noooooo. Afraid she would cause an international row.
Tutu. Wasn’t this footage intrusive two episodes ago? Make up your minds, guys! Tom Bradby. Is she trying to spin the interview as an oopsie due to exhaustion? Is she saying Tom tricked her? She really thinks people are stupid. Also, she takes no responsibility for anything, not even the Uber-narcissistic “I trusted too much.” She’s not even capable of that.
{Edited: Apparently Harry is doing another interview with Bradby. Guess he didn’t really trick them then.]
Astroturfed supportive hashtag. Guess her huge investment in Twitter bots paid off. LOL, my kid squints at the screen and says “all the tweets have the same timestamp.” Yes, they do.
Oh, the Diana footage is a bad idea. You can tell she was trying to act like Diana during the Africa interview (so much eyeliner). They really do think she’s Diana though, and they planned their tours (Australia, Africa, big meeting with African leader, big tour with baby) to bolster that impression. It’s interesting that worthy projects (Smartworks capsule collection, Vogue, Morocco girls’ meetings Ireland tour, dog shelter) that would make Meghan look good, but don’t support the Diana narrative are simply not mentioned. The India hygiene project is not featured in the documentary, but the Diana-like pictures in traditional dress are.
You Don’t Own Me for closing credits. Hahaha. Harley Quinn music. So appropriate. The music in the last three documentaries is better than the music in the first three.
Husband and group chat both discuss the Diana 2.0 stuff. She really thinks she is Diana and the documentary is trying to present her as Diana. Everyone agrees that she is no Diana. The psychologist thinks she should have worn more eyeliner. The lawyer tells her that eyeliner wasn’t the problem. There isn’t enough eyeliner in the world to turn her into Diana. Everyone thinks the music is good. Much texting about how much the tiny cottage cost. Someone looks it up on Zillow and it’s an insane number. Many “but my palace was sooooo small” jokes. Many comments about a KP cottage, no matter how small, being much classier than a California McMansion. Many comments about the Archewell guy sounding slimy.
On to the next episode.
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21/11
a bit of library time in the morning to prep for Japanese class and do some JLPT practice reading. I was really exhausted over the weekend so I didn’t end up doing any structured studying, but I did read a couple of volumes of Jujutsu Kaisen, which is so full of difficult vocabulary it might as well count as exam prep I guess? had no class on Monday but I did have a mock interview in Japanese ahead of a more serious one this Thursday, which went pretty well! feels quite good to be back into Japanese after a long couple of weeks of essay headspace ✨
🎧: love - smashing pumpkins
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I just came on here to share something of note related to my job that I felt was somewhat relavent to fandom. I don't tend to like to reveal too much about my personal life on here especially as it relates to my job since I don't necessarily want anything irl connecting back to me on here so I'll keep this very, very general but I currently work for a nonprofit that centers around a very specific subfield within an acronym of the STEM umbrella. Most of what we do involves public outreach and education on that specific field through online articles, videos, magazines/journals, and events, etc. (as well as helping fund research, grants, and mentorships/job opportunities for people in the field, particularly of underrepresented groups).
Anyways I'm saying all this to say that today I saw we'd made arrangements to pay for media training for a few of our more higher up volunteers to help prep them for media interviews and to be good brand ambassadors for our org. The training includes things like reviewing talking points and going over sample interviews and interview tips and is expected to encompass at least a couple of hours per person. We dropped well over 10k on this expense. And this is all just for a few VOLUNTEERS for a relatively small nonprofit org in a very specific subfield/subject. Like I said we're a non-profit so we're obviously not just in this for the money or the good PR it may bring, even if we do still realize that those things are integral to our success as an org. And yet we still dedicated a sizable chunk of money and time to this endeavor for people who are not even technically employed by us. I just want y'all to let that sink in for a second and think about how much the scale of that extrapolates to ppl like celebrities doing what they do on the world stage.
Imagine how much more intense and in-depth something like media training gets when you/your image is literally the brand you're acting as ambassador for, and a shit ton of ppl behind the scenes all have their own stake in your success as a brand in the particular image/version of you (accurate or not) they want portrayed. now imagine you're a young impressionable child being made to sit through potential hours of mock interviews, being drilled with questions and "appropriate" talking points and the like until the ppl in charge of you are satisfied (tbh it's not hard to see how/why rebecca ferguson described it as akin to being brainwashed), and being foisted with all that responsibility/pressure in every single thing you do or say in front of a camera. Is it any wonder that you might eventually get to a point where you just paste on a smile and say/do whatever you're told to like a wind-up robot playing along with the role you've been given even to your own detriment (liam)? Or that you might get to a point where you just stop wanting to do almost any interviews at all cause you're sick of being party to all the fakery and bullshit (z@yn)? It's two sides of the same coin but both could very much be read as a trauma response
Anyway I just needed to rant a bit cause the stuff with work brought all this to the forefront of my mind and it forever infuriates me to no end that people still don't see (or don't want to see) how much of what we're shown and/or told is fabricated in the name of staying on brand for whatever version of their image a celebrity may be trying to sell in that moment
#media training#ziam#i have more thoughts on this re z's current image that I may or may not get to today#but I wanted this to be a stunts free post#so if I do get around to it any other further discourse (i.e. rants) will be addressed in another post#thx for coming to my tedtalk lol#✌🏾
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Following Team Orders - Mexico City
Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams
Summary: Olivia Williams is Formula One royalty. Her father is a racing legend and all Liv wants is to be one of only six women in the world to have raced in the most elite racing division in the world. When she finally gets the chance, she has to not only take on a male dominated sport, but her past, her teammate and a life beyond the track that she was not ready for. She just has to follow team orders but what happens when one man challenges her on and off the racing line...
Word Count: 3K
Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Series MasterList - Main Masterlist
Wednesday
I did not sign up for this.
Why did I sign up for this?
I’m a racer, not a model.
Except my boyfriend is a racer who looks like a model.
God, he’s gorgeous.
Hmm, wonder if he’ll model his underwear for me?
Or maybe naked...
“OLIVIA!”
Liv snaps her head over to Andy who is standing with hands on hips and a rather grumpy face. “Sorry Andy.”
“Where are you Bug?”
Liv sighed in her chair as the prep team touched up her hair and makeup. The last two weeks had been nothing but interviews, press events and photo shoots. Her win was a big deal in the racing world. Since she was the only woman in history to win in Formula One. The governing body and the team wanted to take advantage of that. “I’m here Andy, just tired. I thought I was going to have a day off.”
“I know Bug, I’m sorry.”
“How am I supposed to race if I’m not rested?” Andy could hear the whine coming and knew he needed to nip it in the bud.
“Let’s just finish this and then I will see what I can do for tomorrow.
Steve walks in just as Andy goes over the schedule. “Can’t handle the press, princess?”
Liv narrowed her eyes at him. “I can handle it, Rogers, but I can’t race if I don’t sleep.”
“Aww, the new queen of racing a wittle bit swepy?” Steve play mocked.
“Rogers, that’s enough,” Andy snaps before Liv can launch herself at him for the beating he knew was coming. “The next few interviews are with both of you so please for the love of God, play nice.” He turned and walked out as Nat walked in.
“You’re already in trouble?” She asked Liv.
“Not yet. I just have to be nice to Stevie here, so his feelings don’t get hurt.”
“Hey, my feelings are fine,” he pouted, getting a laugh from his girl and her best friend. Nat turns to the craft services table for a snack.
“Hey punk, do you know where my notebook is?” Bucky asked looking through his bag. “Had it in your room...” he looked up and stopped.
“Bucky, you ok?” Liv asked. She followed his line of sight to Natasha, who was popping a grape in her mouth. She smirked and cleared her throat. “Bucky, you have some drool, just right there...” she pointed to the corner of his mouth.
Bucky wipes his mouth, “shut up.”
Liv giggles, “hey Nat! I need you!”
As Natasha walks towards her best friend, she sees the brunette and smiles. “Hi, I’m Nat.”
“Buck, James, Bucky,” he shakes his head as he continues to stare.
Steve sniggers behind him. “Bucky, you ok?”
“I’m fine.” He throws a murderous look at Steve before going back to Natasha. “Sorry. Hi, Bucky,” he offers his hand.
“It’s nice to finally meet you. Liv said only nice things about you.”
“She mentioned her best friend but failed to mention how beautiful you looked,” he replied with a wink and his trademark smile. Liv watched as her best friend swooned and she rolled her eyes.
“Great, best friends meet and everything. Rogers and I have an interview so…” she pulled Steve away as Bucky and Nat continued to talk. “That was unexpected.”
“Do you mind?” Steve asked, concern laced in it.
“Not at all,” she flashed a smile at her man. “I got the one I wanted.” She looked around to see if anyone was around and pushed Steve into a corner before sliding her hands around his neck. His hands immediately went to her waist. “I got the man I’ve been dreaming about for a while.” She got on her tip toes to give him a soft kiss.
“Damn right you did, and I’m never letting go.”
“We have to tell Bucky.”
“Why?”
“Because he can help us. We have to decide if and when we are going public and stuff.”
Steve rolled his eyes. “Fine. Let’s go to dinner tomorrow. The four of us and they can help us decide. And then maybe,” he pecked her lips, “I can take you to my bed.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Thursday
“Nat, please?”
“Why?”
“Because no one knows, and we have to tell him, and he will need a distraction and what better distraction than my sex walking best friend?” Liv smiled and blinked rapidly at Natasha.
“I can’t believe you just said that.” Natasha shook her head. “Fine. Fine, I will go with you guys to dinner and I will distract the sexy driver.”
“You’re the best!” Liv squealed. “Ok, so dinner is in three hours. How about a margarita then prep?”
“Now you are speaking my language.”
As Steve finished getting ready, Bucky was complaining about how he had to wear a dress shirt to dinner. “You just had to pick a fancy restaurant. Couldn’t have just gone to a taqueria and had tacos in the room.”
“We’re celebrating Liv’s win. As her teammate and her crew chief, we should be encouraging her to continue.”
“I understand that’s my job, but I swear the girl would have been happy with tacos and a couple of margaritas. Maybe a burrito and some churros.”
“I swear this is why you are single, jerk.” Steve slipped on his navy sport coat and grabbed his wallet. “It is a nice surprise for her.”
“Fine, whatever. You’re getting me tacos later then,” Bucky grumbled as he followed Steve out the door. They went to Liv’s room and knocked. She opened the door and Steve was floored. She was in a strapless black dress with flowers on the border. Sky high heels adorned her feet and she had pulled her beautiful long hair to one side, exposing that delectable neck to him. He swallowed, lost for words.
“Hey Bug, you clean up good,” Bucky said, not really noticing Steve’s reaction. “If we hurry, we can hit happy… happy…” he stops and his mouth hangs open.
Liv smirked as she knew Natasha was behind her in an amazing red dress. “You remember my friend Nat.”
Steve elbowed Bucky, bringing him back from his shock and awe and getting an answer. “Hi Nat.”
“Bucky, nice to see you again,” she smirked at him. “So, we headed somewhere?”
The group headed to a sit-down restaurant a couple of blocks away. Bucky was entranced with Nat, who was besotted by the attention. Why Liv never thought to set them up was beyond her but here they were.
“So Buck, I have something to tell you,” Steve started.
“Is it that you and Liv are hooking up?” Bucky smirked at his driver and his best friend.
Liv froze. “How – how did you know?”
“I didn’t.” Bucky shrugged with a smile as Steve groaned. “But I knew this idiot would talk to you eventually. You’ve been too nice to each other.” Liv lower her head towards Steve, covering her face. “It’s ok, Bug. I’m happy for you.”
“You are?”
“I know that he would do anything for you. He almost knocked me out because I was dating you.” Steve groaned but Bucky ignored him. “You two are good for each other.”
“Thank you, Bucky.” Liv smiled as Steve squeezed her hand under the table.
“So, this is what this dinner is about? Telling me you two are sleeping together?”
“Not just, jerk,” Steve replied, rolling his eyes. “I’m with her. We’re in love with each other. We plan on announcing after the season, but we didn’t want to lie to you. She’s telling Frank before practice tomorrow.”
Bucky smiled. “That’s good. Keep it under wraps.”
Friday
Liv was putting on her gloves, chewing her lip as Frank got her helmet ready. “Frankie, have you ever been in love?”
“Once, a long time ago.” Frank absentmindedly fiddled with a screwdriver. “Didn’t work out with my traveling so much but yeah. Why do you ask?”
“Just wondering. I’m hoping that I can keep that.”
“Keep it? Bug, what are you…” He watches as Liv gives him a shy smile. “Rogers?” She nodded. “When?”
“Singapore.” She shrugged. “We yelled, he kissed me and,” she sighed, “it was perfect, Frankie. Just perfect.”
Frank smiled. His best friend was finally happy.
After practice, Steve looked around before knocking on Liv’s trailer. “Who is it?”
“Steve Rogers,” he replied with a smile.
“Never heard of him.”
He smirked. “He’s the one who did that thing where his tongue…” the door flew open and he saw his girl, standing in cutoff shorts and crop top, showing off her toned stomach. She scanned the area before letting him in. “So, you do remember me.”
“A little,” she said with a bite to her lip. “I remember all the dirty things you do to me.” She ran her hands of his polo, earning herself a groan from him.
“Doll, you have to stop touching me like that,” he said softly in her ear as he kissed her neck. “I may have to take you right here right now.”
“Don’t tease me with a good time, Rogers.”
“Then stop doing that.” He stepped back and held her hands to his chest. “Andy is taking the team to dinner. Think you could behave long enough to get through it, and I’ll reward you like the good little girl I know you are.”
The tone of his voice cause Liv to close her legs slightly, a familiar heat flashing in her abdomen. “O-okay,” she replied with a shaky tone. She swallowed as she looked at his eyes darken slightly.
Steve could tell he had gotten to her. He pulled her close, pinning her arms to his chest as he placed on hand on her hip and the other on the apex of her thighs. He felt her shudder at his touch. “Behave, kitten,” as he gently rubbed though her jeans. “I can tell you are already wet for me. Think you can keep it going until after dinner?” She nodded and he chuckled. “Go get dressed, love. I’ll wait for you outside.”
Liv thought she would be set on fire as he walked away, her legs wobbling as she walked to get some nicer clothes on.
Steve Rogers was trying to kill her.
Saturday
Liv woke with kisses being pressed her to neck and back as warm hands traced her naked flesh. She sighed as Steve continued his gentle assault on her, kneading her flesh softly, kisses that tickled her neck. “Stevie,” she sighed
“My beautiful Livie,” he whispered in between kisses. He softly turned her onto her back and laid on top of her to continue his affections. He lowered himself further and further until he just barely touched her clit with the tip of his tongue and heard what he was looking for.
“Stevie, please…”
Steve could never deny his girl. He lapped her up gently, relishing at her taste and softness. They had time; he wanted to take his time. He slowly slid in two fingers, and she groaned at the feeling. “You ok?”
“I… I need you. Please don’t make me beg,” she whimpered.
“No, no begging today.” He wanted to love on his girl. With a final kiss, Steve nipped and sucked his way up her body. He slotted himself between her legs, dipping his swollen tip in her folds. He looked into her eyes, “keep them open beautiful,” as he pushes slowly in. She gasped and her head tilted up as her body accepted him. After a moment, Steve rutted into her, enjoying her warmth.
Liv was lost in the fullness of him in her. He fit perfectly and his thrust was not aggressive at all. He made love to her. The tightness in her belly began to grow. She whimpered and Steve stopped. “Sweetheart?”
“No! Don’t stop!” She moaned.
He got the message. He grasped a thigh to hook around his hip to allow him in further. He was getting close and now he could tell so was she. “C’mon baby.”
“Stevie,” she moaned.
“That’s it, my love bug, feel me inside, squeezing me tight. So gorgeous.” He was almost there but she needed to go first. He snapped his hips harder and hard. Her needs were more important. “Livie, cum for me.”
That was it. Liv let out a silent scream as her eyes closed, the colors dancing in the darkness as she lost herself in pleasure. Steve was absolutely positive that her face as she orgasmed was the most beautiful thing in the world. She had a vice grip on his cock, making it almost impossible for him to move. It took him a couple of more snaps and he too was lost to the world.
As they laid together post session, Liv’s head on Steve’s chest, his hands running through her hair, Steve cleared his throat. “Doll, I should get to my room.”
“No, I’m comfy.” She snuggled deeper into his chest as he chuckled.
“I know, love bug. I am too but everyone will be up soon.” He leaned over to kiss her head. “If we want to keep it a secret…”
“I hate this,” she pouted.
“Me too. But soon, baby, it will all be out in the open. Hopefully, you’ll have a ride with another team, and we can be together during the season.”
Liv sat up and looked at Steve. “You want us to be racing rivals?”
“My favorite part of the weekend is racing against you. It makes me so horny watching you handle that car.” He smiled a lopsided smile as she blushed a delicate pink. “C’mere, pretty girl,” he pulled her to him and kissed her softly. “It’s you and me against the world.”
“You and me,” she whispered back. She squealed as he flipped her over and kissed her one more time, distracting her enough so he could get up. He put his boxers and sweats back on, looking around for his t-shirt.
“Looking for this?” He turned around and saw his shirt on Liv’s body. He’s mouth dropped as she walked towards him, a sway in her hips.
“Fuck Livie, I love you in my clothes. But I need this back.” He grasped the hem and pulled it off.
She pouted at him in all of her naked glory. He grabbed the robe and pulled it around her. “I want your shirt.”
“I’ll leave one for you next time. I gotta go.” He slipped on his shoes and went for the door. “See you later, love bug.”
“Wait!” She grabbed him by the shirt and gave him a heated kiss. “Until tonight,” she whispered.
Steve walked away, a big smile on his face. His girl was fantastic.
Sunday
Pulling into the 3rd place spot, Liv smiled, looking over at Steve who won the race. Ransom had managed second, which sucked but Liv had needed just a couple of more laps to beat him. And next race is another race.
As she shook out her hair from the fire resistive cap, Steve came over and picked her up and swung her around. “Great job Liv!”
“Thank you, Steve! Nice win!” He set her down and then went to his pit crew to celebrate. Liv headed over to her crew and saw Bucky with a big smile. “So boss, whatcha think?”
“I think for a girl, meh, you were ok,” he said with a smirk. He reached over and gave her a big hug. “Good job proving all the doubters wrong,” he whispered to her. She smiled as Andy came over to congratulate her.
The podium ceremony was ok, Ransom was acting odd for Ransom but Liv let it slide. She was ready to head to her hotel after the press conference and have a relaxing night with Steve. She showered and changed into her Red Bull polo, doing her hair so she could wear her hat and headed out into the press area. She was smiling and waving to the crowd when Andy stopped her. “Liv, I need to talk to you.” He pulled her away from the press area and back towards the Red Bull garage.
Steve, Bucky, Frank, and Sam were waiting for them in the garage. Liv looked around. “What’s going on?”
“Since when have you and Rogers been together?”
Steve’s head snapped up as Liv’s face blanched. “What do you mean?”
“I mean this,” Andy slapped a photo down on the work bench. It was of Steve and Liv from the morning before as Steve was leaving her room. Steve swallowed as he watched for Liv’s reaction.
“Where did you get this?” Steve asked.
“The press has it. And they are having a field day. So, I’ll ask again, how long?”
Liv was frozen starting at the photo. Steve cleared his throat. “Since Singapore.”
Andy started to pace, running his hands through his hair. “Singapore. Perfect. I gave you one direction Rogers and that was to stay away from her. This,” he picks up the photo, “this is the reason why. The FIA is gonna want to investigate to make sure you two aren’t cheating. They are going to investigate the team to see if you are giving orders to your girlfriend to win this championship. Un-fucking-believable.”
Steve watched as a single tear fell from Liv’s eye. He had enough, He pulled her to his chest so she could cry. “Andy, we love each other. We didn’t do any of that, we promise. She won on her own.”
Andy looked at Livie, watching her as she hid herself away. “Liv, is it true?”
Red rimmed eyes looked back at him. “I love him, Andy.”
Andy stared at her. “Then I’m gonna do my best to protect you both.”
As they headed out of the garage, they are swarmed by the press. Liv and Steve make it to the car that was waiting for them. Steve held his girl, unsure of what to do next.
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Magnum PI 5.01+02 - ‘The Passenger’ + ‘The Breaking Point’ review
It’s been a while... an epic season finale, cancellation, a whole new network, lots of promotions and two amazing episodes to start the season off with. And boy did it deliver! This was the perfect start to Magnum PI and hopefully everyone felt just how fun, smart and just all around good-feel the show is and we got some new people tuning in to watch next week!
The Miggy
Let’s just start with the best part. I mean, there were a lot of great parts but for the die hard shipper, this was like dying and going to heaven. Only maybe better because I get to go back and re-watch it :P No but honestly, I was prepared to be annoyed we didn’t get some build up to actually *devil’s tango* because mostly, I think, I figured there would be a time jump. Like I thought it would have been like a week or two and we’d just not get them having their little morning after talk.
Also Magnum and Higgy in the shower bantering and kissing... I’m dead. Like did I hit my head and this is just a wild coma dream I’m having.
(Soft morning after Higgy is just so adorable!)
My favourite part was probably them after talking “I would like to set out a few ground rules!” so Higgy. The 5.02 with Magnum making fancy toast and then Rick showing up... also a good moment. Magnum being all ‘come to the win cellar’ and prepping a date - why is there not a Thomas Magnum in my life doing stuff like this for me? I live on an island with a military base and everything!
Or maybe the whole post- sun screen lady talk “the fact that you’re bothered that I’m not bothered is starting to bother me” is so them. And the discussion ending with “I think your ego was ever so slightly bruised bruised because I trust you, implicitly’ which I think was really interesting and good point. (And Perdie’s American accent just always cracks me up, especially when she does it to mock someone else...)
Especially with the bit we got from Jay and Perdie talking about jealously and stuff. So far Juliet is not doing anything green-eyed-monster-ish, even if there was some vibes about the manicurist but that was more of a... not surprised since I know you, is this going to be weird for us? thing but I do still feel like Thomas Magnum would be a bit jelly, him being the emotional one and all. So we shall see, perhaps it was all misdirect in that interview and we will get jealous Magnum. (Perhaps Ethan could come back for a minute and be like ‘Hi babe, I’m back, what’s up’. That would be peek drama... I mean a girl can dream right?)
Also, why was there no scene of Miggy buying the baby car seat? I need that scene and if my muse permits I will be writing the ‘deleted scene’ fic for that.
Gordon’s ‘I deserve nothing’ feels
I get where our stand up guy Gordy was coming from with this and I felt pretty good about how it’s going so far. I do hope for some dark-depressed Gordon going down the wrong path before the Ohana saves the day and makes him see what he’s doing because I do love that shit, but him deciding he want to fight to be a cop was real nice too there at the end.
The Ohana
I was a little worried they wouldn’t nail the dynamic between everyone but so far I think it’s pretty great. Jin and TC in 5.02 was a little unexpected but I like them as weird as them as a duo was for me somehow. Jin always having new schemes is fun, but I have been wishing since like last season (I do believe It was one of my season 4 hopes) for him to actually find something he likes and is sort of midly legal and he enjoys. Like actual character development for the goofy sidekick? I know, it might be too big of an ask.
But everything from Magnum calling favours while Rick is with the baby, Kumu bartending at La Marina to give him some time, Gordon getting them their undercover gigs with the coast guard, Jin suggesting he and Juliet make babies for the good of the world, just all around the fun and good feels they all bring. I’m just hoping for some Cade too, he is coming back this season right?
The Green / Someone Out to Get the Gang storyline
Yes.
So far that is the only thing I have to say. Just a big Yes. Someone is out the get the guys, we’re getting some seriously bad guys killing a character we’ve actually spent time with (and kind of like even if he did send our favorit boi off to get killed...)
It seems were getting straight into this if the summary for next week is anything to go by, with Magnum starting to look into Green’s death.
Just a question
My one mild dislike/question mark was the fact that the cases started off so very similar. With the whole client wanting to know the truth about their dead loved one who has died accidentally / by her own hand and then it turns out ‘wham’ not so accidental and then our favourite PIs have to find the truth.
It’s not a bad formula and we’ve had it before on the show a couple of times to be sure. Just a tiny bit weird that they were just right after each other and being so alike. Maybe they could have varied them a little by meeting the client somewhere else? Like IDK, it was just something that felt a bit same-same at the start, probably extra so because I watched them back to back.
Anyways, other than that, no complaints.
Passenger case/story-line
This one was nice, lots of twists and turns and it all came together so very nicely at the end. New cop guy whose name escapes me seems kind of fun. Like clearly he’s going to use his two new PI ‘friends’ to do stuff he can’t get done, while also seeming like a hardass. So yeah, I’m excited.
(So many more fun ways they could have combined Miggy and handcuffs... just saying).
I did feel like Higgy (or Perdie) was very passionate about the abused lady and I might have enjoyed that if there was some personal antidot with her helping some friend or other situation. Just to anchor it or something. It didn’t need it, it’s just I love Higgy backstory.
The lifeguard on duty case/story-line
So is there anything better than seeing Magnum squirm after putting sun screen on a random woman at the beach. Maybe seeing our babies show up rocking red swim suits, ready to save the day.
Did not 100% see the whole ‘killed to keep the secret because the boss is in on it’ thing, though boss guy seemed shady from first second on screen. Still, this one was more about just them being undercover (even if it didn’t cover that much...)
Side note: Did I sort of almost get one of my wishes with the lifeguard thing with the call back to ‘Blood in the Water’? I feel like I did, even if there was no heartfelt feels about it, I might still count it.
Next week
The promo and the summary makes me pretty sure we’re getting the Rick and Juliet kidnapped episode. Which you know, feels to me like it should be the episode everyone finds out about Miggy. Maybe. Like at the same time, sneaking around sexy-times also fun. I do really hope we get some little bit of anxious BF Magnum screen time. Because if not, then what was it all for???
Rick trying to get Juliet to spill the beans on who TM’s new GF might be - that is going to be so hilarious. But I feel like he must already know, because Thomas did confess to feels for Juliet back in season 4. Even if baby induced amnesia could be a thing, I feel like it’s just him having figured it out, trying to get her to tell him. So he can win the bet on ‘when will Magnum and Higgins get together’ which don’t tell me there isn’t a bet? If there is a text chain there is a bet.
So yeah, I want it to be a week from now, thank you!
(Also nextepisode.net says 17 episodes for this season and the scrip seen to sugest the same... does that mean 17+10 or 17 +3 or just 17 or 17 + 100 more eps. because our show is the best and they realised and are going to keep making season until the end of time? Asking for a friend...)
#magnum pi#we're back baby#miggy#my reviews#magnum pi review#Thomas Magnum#Juliet Higgins#Magnum PI season 5#Whoo whoo we're off to a good start
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Good Things Come To Those Who Wait;
Need not to explain every decision and action I will make to anyone 😵💫 Will pass this test and move on with my life. Thanks J for the mock exam! 💪🏻 Let’s do it and more prayers🙏🏼 (thoughts before exam)
My partner has been so busy finishing his work & finalizing grades of his students (deliberation of grade’s tmrw) but he still managed to help me w my exam prep, exam today, errands & even supported me w my online interview 🥹 Prayers work🙏🏼thanks Love💗 back to work tomorrow, let’s go go go! 💪🏻
We were midway eating ramen when the results came in (sabi 5 days), thank you Lord. I got 89/90 🥹🙏🏼 thankful for week off from work for review (& rest) — badly needed it working 6/7 w erratic 😴 patterns 🥳 idk if i’m ready (or not) to go back 🤣 will miss my mat, bed & normal 🛌 patterns❤️
Thank you my Love, I’m so lucky to have you 😘
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Comfortember Day 9 - Aftermath
William immediately headed to the room that had been prepared before any of them came in. Terrence Meyers and his father made sure that a safe house was prepped and cleaned before transferring his people, James Pendrick, and Llewellyn from the small hospital.
Julia, thankfully, hadn’t lost her license straight out. The tape with her confession on having to operate on Llewellyn as the only doctor able to at the moment had been sent to the board. They were debating on possible punishments, or even if she deserved them. Now, she had taken up residence in the room shared by the worst of the injured. James, who remembered underneath rubble, had slowly been regaining his modern memories as he dealt with the past ones. His shoulder was once again, dislocated. At least with modern rehab techniques, it wouldn’t end up like it had in the previous life.
There was a doctor and nurse pair sent from the intelligence agency, vetted by Meyers and Harry before being allowed to step in and work on the four. Henry was propped up with a computer and offsite access to the intelligence information, barely waiting until the concussion was gone before diving into the investigation as best as he could. George was recuperating from the broken arm and an infection that he managed to get from the exposed bone marrow. The two were bickering and talking while they waited for the worst to pass through George and he could be up adding to research again.
Llewellyn had only woken up twice since his massive surgery, which worried the maternal part of Julia but not her medical background. Impaled through the lung, massive loss of blood, right arm had multiple breaks and his left has restricted blood flow for hours, one leg broken and the other with a jagged, deep laceration. It wasn’t a surprise that he wasn’t more awake, although that meant he was on an IV drip and had nothing to eat for a few days. He wouldn’t be moving for at least half a year, and she believed he wouldn’t be halfway to his old physical self for over a year.
Once he could stay awake, he would go insane.
Julia had taken over a couch. After the first two days of resting and eating from her intense work, she was just watching over her son while talking with James. She didn’t want to leave him until he was able to keep a cohesive thought and stay awake for more than an hour.
Murdoch had been going out with Meyers and Harry, working the bombing just the same as any case back in Toronto. Evidence was being processed steadily, although it was hard getting to the shrapnel and possible fragments left. The people working there were slowly being interviewed for what they saw, knew about Pendrick, and everything surrounding him. It was long, taking the better part of two hours.
There was also a fair bit to go through. Thankfully, there was already a table when he made his way to the room. He laid down the files and lightly kissed Julia before sitting down himself. “There’s going to be dinner delivered in an hour. Harry’s bringing pizza.”
Julia nodded, settling herself down on his side. “A good change from the canned soups Meyers brought and dropped off. The kitchen isn’t the greatest for cooking anything.”
He knew that well enough. The microwave died out when he started using that, and the stove was barely functional. There was a lighter sitting next to it to ignite gas when they turned the knobs. “Hopefully, it’ll be filling. Doing investigations into a terrorist act with Meyers hanging over my head is a lot more exhausting than it was previously.”
She huffed. “I know they’ve had issues with getting money, but a microwave can’t cost that much.”
“What is it, like, a hundred dollars?” a tired voice mocked. James was awake, and starting to listen in on the couple.
Murdoch nodded, somewhat understanding the reference. “One of the first ones I ever took apart was about that much. Mary screamed when she saw I had taken apart the one they were planning on sending to the trash. She and Caleb had to warn me about the dangers of unplugged microwaves.” Julia smacked him. Of course, he would do something dangerous like that.
“It was the first family one. Dad was so angry at me tearing that apart,” James admitted.
“At least you never,” a tired voice started. Julia snapped her head around when she saw Llewellyn looking over, “Had to deal with that from me.”
“Llewellyn,” she said, standing up and going over to the bed.
His smile was weak. “Just fingerpainted on Grandpa’s canvases.” William joined Julia by her side, gently pressing the back of his hand to an uncovered part of his arm. He hadn’t seen him awake at all since finding him in the rubble.
She threaded through his hair. “Those were pretty pennies to replace. Although he told me that one of those paintings sold well enough that he almost wanted to let you keep doing it.” He smiled, then grimaced at something sending a sharp pain through him. “Where?”
“S-side,” he whispered, closing his eyes when another sharp pain went through.
“Do you want a hit?”
He shook his head. “No. Don’t like fuzzy.” Julia frowned, as she didn’t like watching him be in pain. “I’ll ignore it,” he breathed, “Like I do the ‘artbreak.”
“You didn’t ignore that, you stole two bottles of wine while she was out doing interviews,” William ratted out.
“Hey,” he protested. There was a promise weaseled out of him to never tell Julia about what he did after being dumped by Jack.
“Llewellyn,” she hissed. Honestly, she already had a thought that something had happened the two weeks she had to go cross country promoting her new work. Coming home and feeling a change in the status quo between William, Dad, and Llewellyn, she carefully watched them for two weeks. Never quite picked it up, but now knowing there were two bottles that he must have drunk after Jack made her wonder about the time.
“I, replaced them!”
“You, out of all people, should know about underage drinking and how dangerous, and bad, it can be for you,” she said.
“Wasn’t that bad last time,” he murmured, falling asleep.
That frown was more pronounced than the last one. “I think,” James said, “That I will take a walk-”
“Stay down,” she ordered, pointing at him with not even stopping her other hand. “William, we will be having a Talk about what happened.”
William knew how that was going to go. Which, he was grateful for Henry and George managing to get in the door. George had the laptop while Henry leaned on the crutches. “Should we come back later?” he asked, knowing he would get two different answers, at least.
“Yes.” Julia.
“No.” Murdoch.
“Please don’t leave me with them.” James. The last had everyone except the sleeper looking at him. “Mom and Dad are fighting,” he mocked, pointing at the two. George set down the laptop while getting more chairs. William went with him. “Anything on who bombed my lab and almost killed me?”
“A couple of suspects,” Henry said, taking Julia’s chair with permission. She nabbed William’s to look at the computer.
“Good. As long as one of them isn’t Allen Clegg,” he shuddered, remembering the rabies mutation that he made last time.
“Haven’t ran across him yet,” Henry relayed, “Or Sally. She is in the country, however.”
“Ugh,” he moaned, “At least she didn’t frame me this time.”
“William would have seen through it in a minute,” Julia said. “All of them would have.” Two more chairs, and the small group settled to start going through evidence that Henry dug up.
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I would find it interesting if some interviewer asked Harry a question about something as integral to his brand as why does he throw support behind gun control? Why does he feel so strongly about it as an issue or just describe a situation where he has seen that his fans have really internalised his message of treating people with kindness? We will see him fluster and shrug with "I don't know" if he hasn't been prepped for it. The reason I ask this is because I have never seen Harry actually demonstrate kindness since a young age towards anyone. I never vibed with Harry, maybe because one of the first things I saw of him was him mocking Zayn's dancing on xfactor when he was told off by one of the people managing them at bootcamp. He has always come across as someone quite self centred who cared about his own ambitions or issues while being in the band not about the insecurities of the others in the band and building them up (not even his own boyfriend). He throws people under the bus every opportunity he gets, while in the band I didn't do drugs like others (which would harm our image) or I never drink while I am touring like others. Zayn was Ringo. What does treating people with kindness mean? He lets his fans and music press people drag people on his behalf all the time. Did he stop Liam being dragged by his fans or why does he associate with the Kombucha lady?
Has he ever gone online and responded to fan who said I don't have the money to buy your music but I love you? Has he offered cup cakes to fans like they were friends? Has he looked after the welfare of the fans lining out in the cold by providing hot drinks and booking a parking lot to keep them safe?
He does however donate millions of dollars to rich friends projects because that just makes economic sense. You can either give it to the govt as tax or buy goodwill of fans and friends by donating to highly visible projects. Maybe don't implement dynamic pricing if you want to be kind to the people who support you but then how will you be able to show off the millions in charity that were otherwise going to the government.
Harry’s team has purchased pizza for fans waiting in line (I think for SNL? And he also paid for fruit?). But in general your points stand. When Harry provided pizza, boy did we know about it.
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I have a mock interview tomorrow that I need for a work experience prep course and in the end it’s not that big of a deal but I feel so ill about it I haven’t had an interview in 7 years and also idk should you hire me??
#uggghhhhhhhh#I hate panicking#i literally get 100% for showing up and giving effort#but still I can’t take the idea that someone won’t like me
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