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pitbullwithawig · 2 months

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It's fuckin show week for the play I'm in yall and I think I'm dying. Like im wandering around with literal racoon makeup and slicked back hair and a line across my face from where my mask pushes into my skin. And my feet hurt cuz my role is basically to stand creepily. And our first show is tomorrow and our transitions are, like, not not-it but are barely it. Wish me luck.

#theatre #theatre kid #welcome to show week #showbiz

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aria-greenhoodie · 11 months

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I think I'm going to indoctrinate my TikTok followers into caring about my non-welcome-home ocs.

#Im gonna use my Showbiz Television characters I think #The welcome home bitches would love them #aria ramblings

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showroomcertifiedzine · 4 months

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I'm pleased to announce our two new mods! Please welcome Simon as our Finance Mod- and Sam as our Assistant Mod! I'm super excited to be working with them :]

Our info doc has been updated with introductions from all of us!

#neither of them have tumblr but welcome them anyway lmao #mod post #animatronic #animatronics #chuck e cheese #disney parks #fanzine #new zine #pizza time theatre #rock afire explosion #rockafire explosion #showbiz pizza

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dailyanimatronics · 1 year

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[ID: a drawing of queenie fox on a purple background dressed up in mini's clothes, wearing a white dress and blonde wig. her hands are clapsed together at her stomach, and she's smiling with her tail wagging. /end ID]

wigged queenie implies bald mini which im too scared to draw

#art #showbiz pizza #queenie fox #queenie the fox #lil queenie #'lil queenie #youre welcome for the wonderful thought

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shipon2004 · 3 months

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SharedPreference to pic save

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alpha-mag-media · 4 months

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Hollywood stuntwoman critically injured in hit and run after recently welcoming baby | S3544KG | 2024-01-03 05:08:01 | January 03, 2024 at 06:08AM

Hollywood stuntwoman critically injured in hit and run after recently welcoming baby | S3544KG | 2024-01-03 05:08:01 Read More … Check full articles at Source: ALPHA MAG

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#Hollywood stuntwoman critically injured in hit and run after recently welcoming baby | S3544KG | 2024-01-03 05:08:01 #Politics #ShowBiz #Sport #Tech #UK #US #World

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ur-mag · 5 months

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Welcome to Plathville's Olivia Plath Slams Suggestion to Restore Maiden Name | In Trend Today

Welcome to Plathville’s Olivia Plath Slams Suggestion to Restore Maiden Name Read Full Text or Full Article on MAG NEWS

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#Celebrities #Money #Motors #Politics #ShowBiz #Sport #Tech #UK #US #Welcome to Plathville&039;s Olivia Plath Slams Suggestion to Restore Maiden Name #World

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ravixen · 4 months

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Hi!! I've really loved reading all of your fics to the point I've actually binge read them for comfort (it's kinda a problem now lmao) I wanted to request a part 2 for members sending you a video message because it was just so...CUTE. Stay healthyyy and thank you!!

svt + sending a video message on a show (pt 2)

➔ reaction || requested

➔ warnings: none || ~600 words ➔ notes: fluff ; stay healthy...I ended up being sick for 3 weeks in November LOL and i have a cold again. thank you for the love! all the likes and reblog mean a lot 🫶🏻 and being a comfort writer is SUCH a compliment. you didn't request any specific members, so I just chose a few that I wanted to write for. hope you enjoy this one!

MINGYU: the request catches him off-guard, so he does what he always does. he freezes mid-clap, mid-laugh, his expression slowly morphing into confusion as he processes it. then he takes a page out of jeonghan's book and tries to change the topic, but he lacks jeonghan's tact and delicacy, so instead of it being a smooth transition, he just turns to jun and asks, "what was it like filming your drama?" of course, everyone falls out of their chairs laughing, and the cameras zoom in on his sulking face as he keeps repeating, "oh, whyyy..." it does end up working in his favor, though, because he gets away with just sending you a shy wave, ignoring the fact that he wants to curl up and hide in someone's shoulder. the only downside is that the screen time is taken up by everyone making fun of him for being soft. he doesn't even want to re-watch this when it airs. he knows the editors are going to edit puppy eyes and exaggerated blushes, and he'll never live it down. the only thing that lifts his spirits is your texts a month later; apparently you thought it was cute.

SEUNGKWAN: a professional through and through. he buys himself a few minutes by pretending not to hear them the first time, and while he's playing off the hesitation, his brain is arranging a warm but neutral message to make. the hosts don't notice; they're just thrilled to have his participation. he clears his throat and starts in on how the weather is changing and how he hopes that you're taking care of yourself. he himself is busy, but he's making sure to rest when he has a chance, too. there's no stuttering, and his cadence is heartfelt...until he claps his hands like a slate and yells out cut! the adoring expression melts away, and the hosts are left staring as he sips on his coffee. "were you just pretending?" they ask, incredulous. they were hoping to make fun of his sincerity, as mean-spirited as that is, but he beat them to the punch by removing that sincerity. "of course," he says, blinking like it's obvious. "welcome to showbiz, right?" (but he does feel bad about it afterwards, so he shoots you a message with lots of hearts in preparation.)

VERNON: well, it depends on whether he's paying attention. if he was, he'd probably give a long uhhh... as he thought of what to say. after thirty seconds of that, he'd turn to a camera and just wave, awkwardly smiling at the camera people staring back. unfortunately, at the exact moment the show hosts ask him to send a video message, he's distracted by the fact that seokmin keeps reaching over and pressing the lever on his chair. so when he hears his name for the second time, his head whips up and he gets his usual deer in headlights look as he tries to figure out what's going on. "a...a what? a video message?" he hopes that he heard wrong, but when they repeat the request, he resigns himself to his fate. yeah, he'll do it. it won't be much: just a few words of encouragement that they can barely pick apart, which is a good thing. jeonghan gives a barely perceptible smile, placing a comforting hand on the back of his chair, but it's not a big deal. he doesn't really care what other people think.

#caratwritersclub #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #mingyu scenarios #seungkwan scenarios #vernon scenarios #g: svt #m: mingyu #m: seungkwan #m: hansol #t: reaction #s: request #ravixen #rynxalovusyou

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daisiesonafield-blog · 1 year

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LMAO HI DANIEL

Note: related to this and this

#daniel bird #the mirror #souis #louis february 2023 #promo is all lies #welcome to showbiz

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avengerchuck · 5 months

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Hello, animatronic fans! Lots has been going on lately, huh? Well Do I Have Some Good News For You!

DO YOU find yourself indulging in content produced by Chuck E. Cheese’s? Creative Engineering, even? DO YOU find yourself wanting to discuss animatronic characters or headcanons? Wanting to share your art with a welcoming community of fellow animatronic enthusiasts? Wanting to keep up on THE LATEST CEC Entertainment news? Are you into silly lighthearted roleplays? Voice chatting with like-minded individuals over Pizza Robot music? Learning more about this interest, and similar silly restaurant/entertainment mascots? CEC showtape streams every Saturday (and often on Fridays as well)? Are you even, perhaps, a Furby or Teddy Ruxpin connoisseur? Hell, are you neurodivergent about the McDonaldland and Jack in the Box guys? The 90s incarnation of Geoffrey Giraffe? Have you so much as heard of Rocky of Peter Piper Pizza notoriety? IF NOT. WE WILL TEACH YOU! BECAUUUSE:

WHA-BAM! YOU CAN FIND ALL OF THESE THINGS AND MORE AT THE ✨ROBOT ZONE DISCORD SERVER!✨ Your one-stop-shop for all things Showbiz Pizza, Chuck E. Cheese, and beyond! There is no fully-public invite yet. We're in the baby steps to fully reopening. However, all you have to do to join is dm me and ask for a link! I'll see how you weigh up against our SECURITY INFO, which is under the readmore. Please, PLEASE give this a glance yourself to prepare and minimize the chances of being rejected from the server. They are very easy steps to follow, promise!

You are required to make an intro post in ⁠introductions to access the rest of the server.

24 hours without making an introduction will get you a warning in the form of a dm from a moderator. 48 hours without making an introduction will get you kicked from the server.

If your Discord or Tumblr account is less than a year old, please talk to me privately on Tumblr @//avengerchuck before making an introduction. This is exclusively to make sure you aren't a burner account!

We’d prefer if you could provide us with a non-Discord social media profile in your intro, once again just to prove you’re a real person and not a burner account. To clarify- we don’t want anything personal from you! A Tumblr URL or an Instagram or something (if you aren't active on Tumblr) would be more than sufficient.

It's nothing personal if you got kicked and felt you weren’t a suspicious account. It’s very possible human error was at play, feel free to talk to one of the mods privately and we’ll get everything cleared up.

(If you swing into my dms from this post, include your favorite emoji somewhere in the message so I know you've read this.)

#cec #chuck e cheese #rock afire explosion #showbiz pizza #animatronics

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swan-of-sunrise · 1 month

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Hawkeye (Part I)

Summary: Six days before Christmas, a four-month pregnant (Y/N) accompanies Sam and Bucky to a performance of Rogers: The Musical while Steve and Carina stay home, and any hope of a quiet Christmas for the growing Rogers-(Y/L/N) family is dashed when the married couple catches a shocking news report that threatens to expose their friend as the world’s most prolific vigilante.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hi there and welcome to the 4-part series centering around Hawkeye and the Christmas of 2024! This is such an underrated and underappreciated show, and I always knew that I wanted to write (Y/N), Steve and their growing family into it (and give a little extra love to Clint, ‘cause he deserves it!). This’ll be very faithful to the show, but expect a few surprises along the way lol thank you for reading, and I hope you all enjoy!

Hawkeye (Part I) December 19th, 2024 The Home of (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Steve Rogers, Brooklyn (Previous One-Shot)

With Christmas only a week away, the Rogers-(Y/L/N) house was filled to the brim with festive cheer. Their beautifully adorned tree stood tall in the living room beside their grand piano and throughout the rest of the house, they’d set out their plethora of holiday decorations; thanks to Steve’s growing proficiency at baking, the air was laced with the mouthwatering aroma of peppermint, gingerbread and vanilla. The only thing that could improve their cheerful home was the laughter of close friends inspired by the greatly anticipated opening of Broadway’s newest hit show, Rogers: The Musical.

“I’m tellin’ you, Steve, you missed out on one hell of a show!” Sam twisted the cap off his beer and smirked as he took a long sip. “I can’t believe I’m gonna say this, but watchin’ these two trying their damndest to keep their cool was way more entertaining than watchin’ Nick Fury sing.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at her best friend’s exaggeration, taking off her jewelry piece by piece and looking through the living room mirror that she was stood before at her highly-amused husband seated behind her. “Don’t listen to Birdbrain, sweetheart, he’s embellishing the truth yet again; as long as you ignore all the blatant historical inaccuracies, it’s a perfectly enjoyable musical.”

“That’s easy for you to say, doll, they didn’t have you doin’ a corny tap dance number to somehow symbolize the hell of war,” Bucky grumbled under his breath, still miffed by his out-of-character portrayal in the musical and Sam’s overly-enthusiastic reaction whenever ‘Sergeant Bucky Barnes’ had appeared onstage to sing or dance. “Trust me, buddy, you saved yourself a whole heap of annoyance and justifiable indignation by staying home.”

“Well, I figured that my brief brush with showbiz back in ’43 was plenty enough for one lifetime,” Steve replied with a grin, patting his best friend’s shoulder as he got up from the couch and crossed the living room to help (Y/N) undo the clasp of her necklace. “Even one as long as mine. But hey, I had a stack of unfinished sketches and my little angel to keep me company here at home, and I didn’t have to watch the guy playing me sing a power ballad to a giant poster of Uncle Sam.”

When the necklace’s chain loosened, (Y/N) turned around and pressed her lips against her husband’s in a brief but sweet kiss of thanks. “I should count myself lucky; the rest of the world has to buy a ticket to a hit Broadway show to hear Steve Rogers belt out a power ballad, but all I have to do is listen in on him whenever he takes a shower.”

Sam and Bucky laughed at that and after a chuckling Steve retaliated by tickling the sensitive skin of her neck and stealing another kiss from her, (Y/N) headed upstairs to change out of her black cocktail dress and into her pajamas. She breathed a sigh of relief when she kicked off her black kitten heels and after peeling off her dress, she hung it over the back of her vanity’s chair and smoothed a hand over the satin slip that covered the slight swell of her four-month-pregnant belly. “Thanks for being so cooperative in there tonight, gumball. I had a really fun time with your Uncle Sam and your Uncle Bucky.”

Unfortunately, (Y/N)’s second pregnancy was almost the polar opposite of her first; where she hadn’t begun to show until her second trimester and she never once experienced morning sickness, she was already transitioning into maternity wear and she’d been plagued with intense nausea for over a month straight that was only just beginning to ease up. Their night on the town served as both an enjoyable evening with friends at a so-bad-it’s-good musical adaptation of her husband’s life, and a test to see how well she’d do during her latest book promotion tour in January.

It seemed as though she’d be able to physically handle all the interviews, press conferences and book signing, but she was still working on preparing herself mentally to discuss the chapter of her life that had brought her the greatest joys and largest despairs. While Assemble: The Unabridged History of the Avengers was the definitive chronicle of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, it wasn’t quite as unabridged as one would expect; the remaining Avengers had agreed on what details should be kept from the public – namely, their utilization of Pym Particles to achieve time travel, the entirety of the time heist and Clint’s five-year-long stint as the vengeful Ronin – so not only would she be tasked with discussing the deaths of her friends and allies, she’d also have to carefully work to keep those certain details a secret. Not an easy feat when you’re already experiencing pregnancy brain, she thought to herself with an inward sigh, slipping into her satin nightgown and tugging her robe on as she crept across the hall into Carina’s dimly-lit nursery.

Predictably, her fifteen-month old daughter was fast asleep in her crib, curled up under her colorful Wakandan-made blanket and clutching her stuffed white wolf; Indy, their senior German Shepard rescue, was nestled in his dog bed at the foot of the crib and when (Y/N) quietly entered, his head snapped up at attention but he immediately relaxed when she scratched behind his ears and the thick fur of his neck. Once their protective family dog was placated with scratches, she leaned over the crib and took a moment to observe her peaceful daughter; as energetic as the half super-soldier was throughout the day, she absolutely loved to sleep and hardly ever complained when they put her down for her two daily naps. Greg and Mara warned her that her daughter’s mild-mannered attitude could always fade away once she entered her ‘Terrible Two’s,’ but (Y/N) had a gut-feeling that Carina’s early adventures through space and all the battles against un-dead Asgardians and Thanos’ bloodthirsty army that she’d been present for gave her a resilience that most grown adults would never come to possess.

“Sweet dreams, my little lemon drop,” (Y/N) murmured, her fingers gently brushing her (Y/H/C) locks out of her face before she leaned down and pressed a feather-light kiss onto her forehead. “I love you.”

After tucking the blanket around her daughter’s sleeping form, (Y/N) gave her one last smile and turned away from her crib, unsurprised to see Steve leaning against the nursery’s door frame with a content smile playing on his lips. “Sam and Buck already turned in for the night, so I thought I’d check in and see how my three lovely ladies were doing.”

“Two, sweetheart; you know as well as I do that we haven’t found out the sex of the baby yet.” She quietly closed the nursery door and looked at her husband with playful suspicion as they strolled hand-in-hand into their bedroom. “Unless you called up Dr. Prince behind my back.”

“Nope, just some good old-fashioned fatherly intuition.” Steve chuckled, bending down to press a kiss onto her small bump before they went about getting ready for bed, with him changing into his pajamas while she removed her makeup and applied her nighttime skincare in their room’s adjoining bathroom. “The guys mentioned that Barton and his kids were there, too.”

(Y/N)’s fingers momentarily stopped massaging moisturizer into the skin of her face as she recalled the grief etched into the archer’s face when Natasha’s character first twirled onto the stage. “Yeah, they were kicking off their Barton Family Christmas with a little trip to the city to see the show. They left about halfway through; Clint texted me later saying that it was because the kids were a little restless and they wanted to go out for Chinese food before it got too late, but…but I think it had something to do with Nat.”

Steve sighed but remained silent; when (Y/N) finished her nighttime routine and walked back into the bedroom, he was already sitting on his side of the bed with a downcast expression on his face. “He still blames himself for what happened on Vormir.”

“I think so, but I also think he knows that nothing he could’ve done would’ve stopped Nat from making that call…” With a sad sort of smile, she slipped out of her robe and climbed into bed beside her husband, adjusting the comforter over their laps and meeting his saddened azure eyes. “Most of all, I think he just misses her.” And I know exactly how he feels, she thought to herself as her throat burned and she tried her hardest not to imagine the faces of those she still grieved over.

Not a day went by when (Y/N) didn’t think about all the friends they’d lost over the past several years: Tony, Natasha, Vision, Loki and most recently, T’Challa; just as suddenly as they’d lost their four friends and teammates in the battle against Thanos, the King of Wakanda had passed away after a private battle with illness over two months ago. It seemed that with each blessing that appeared in their life, there was an equally devastating blow waiting just around the corner for them and as each one was dealt, (Y/N) started to truly comprehend the all-consuming grief that had followed Clint like a shadow since Thanos’ Snap in 2018.

Being with Steve and Carina and knowing that there was a new baby on the way certainly helped, as did sharing memories of those they’d lost with her husband and their two best friends and focusing her attention on her upcoming book tour. Steve, understanding all too well the emotions that were brewing within her, brought a hand up to cradle her cheek and drew his thumb across her cheekbone as his eyes softened with empathy. “When Cari dumped her entire bowl of spaghetti onto her head the other night and we had to give her an emergency bath, one of the first things that went through my mind was that Nat would get a kick out of hearing that story. It took me a second to remember that she…” Steve’s voice cracked and he swallowed thickly before continuing. “I’ve fought gods and monsters, I’ve traveled through space and time and I’ve lived long enough to believe that in this universe, anything is possible. She knows, sunshine…they all do.”

With tears in her eyes, (Y/N) let out a watery laugh and accepted the tissue that he offered her. “You sure you’re not the New York Times best-selling author in this family?”

“Nah, it’s just easier to land an emotional speech when your wife’s hormones are constantly being thrown for a loop by a four month old fetus,” Steve replied with a lopsided grin while she shook her head in playful exasperation and dabbed at her tear-filled eyes. “We should probably get some sleep; Sam and Buck have an early flight to New Orleans tomorrow, and we’ve still gotta take Cari to the mall for her picture with Santa.”

(Y/N), recalling her best friend Greg and his wife Mara’s many horror stories of taking their little Abbie to see Santa, bit her lip and replied, “Our daughter spent the first month of her life surrounded by Sakaarians, un-dead Asgardians and Chitauri soldiers, so I’m sure that a picture with a complete stranger dressed as Santa Claus’ll be a piece of cake.”

“Of course…” The longer her husband thought it over, though, the more hesitant he appeared. “But maybe we should pack her stuffed wolf just in case-?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

Ever the true gentleman, Steve discarded her tissue for her and switched off their bedside lamp before burrowing under the bedcovers beside her, leaning over to brush his lips against her brow while she slipped her arm over his torso. “I also have to text Scott; when we were finishing up my interview for his book last week, he made me promise to give him a review of the musical. I think he wants to take Hope and Cassie when the touring company comes to San Francisco in the spring.”

Steve chuckled and carefully wound his arm around her to hold her closer. “He’ll be happy to know that they decided to add him to the Battle of New York. Speaking as one of the six people who was there, though, I’m not too sure what the presence of Ant-Man’s meant to add to one of Earth’s first alien invasions.”

“That’s the beauty of historical fiction: you can play fast and loose with dates, times and events for the sake of dramatic purposes while still portraying a person’s real-life story. In this case, adding one of the most popular Avengers to one of the most famous Avengers battles doesn’t change the fact that you – the main character – really were there.” (Y/N)’s eyes drifted closed and she could feel her body relaxing against Steve’s as sleep began to take hold. “With that being said, I just know he’s never ever gonna stop talking about it…”

Their tired laughs were suddenly interrupted by a sharp rap on their closed bedroom door and before either of them could say anything, the door opened and the light flickered on to reveal Sam and Bucky entering their room with matching frowns on their faces. “Sorry for barging in, guys, but you’re gonna wanna see this.” While Sam crossed over to retrieve the television remote from (Y/N)’s nightstand, she and Steve exchanged a look of confusion as they sat up and Bucky sat himself down on the edge of their bed as Sam switched their television on to NY1.

“…following a breaking news story, a high society gala rocked by an explosion when it went off at Park Avenue and 68th Street tonight. The cause of the explosion is still under investigation, but witnesses captured cell phone footage of a masked assailant fleeing the scene.” The news anchor’s face was replaced with an unsteady video of a bustling 68th Street; a masked figure dressed from head to toe in black vaulted over a speeding car and scooped a matted Golden Retriever up into their arms, both sliding out of the busy traffic just in the nick of time. The amateur footage paused on a close-up of the masked figure, and (Y/N)’s heart leapt into her throat when she recognized the imposing black and gold leather suit. “Authorities believe the assailant could be-”

“The Ronin,” (Y/N) breathed, and the implications of the infamous suit’s reappearance were not lost on her or the other three men in the room.

“-Who once terrorized organized crime here in New York and around the world for five brutal years. This is the first potential sighting of the Ronin in years, and his identity continues to remain a mystery to this day. We will continue to follow this breaking news story and report on any developments as they come in-”

Sam muted the television and turned to face them with a troubled expression written across his face. “That sure as hell wasn’t Barton in that video.”

“Which means one of two possibilities: either somebody with a sick sense of humor’s running around New York in a handmade Ronin suit and playing out their little fantasy of being a vigilante…” The fingers of Bucky’s vibranium hand traced along the raised lettering of his old dog tags as his brows furrowed, his earlier pleasant mood long gone and replaced with a dark trepidation. “Or someone found the real suit in the wreckage of the Avengers Facility.”

His features drawn with a solemnity reminiscent of his days as Captain America, Steve carded his hand through his rumpled blonde hair and stared at the muted footage of the imposter. “Either way, Barton and his kids are in danger; if they manage to find out the Ronin’s true identity, then every single member of the city’s criminal underworld is gonna go after him for revenge.”

(Y/N) let out a weary sigh and reached for her cell phone that was charging on her nightstand. “So much for that Barton Family Christmas…”

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A/N: And there you have it! How do you think the Rogers-(Y/L/N) family will fit into this show? What're the surprises that are gonna pop up? I guess you'll have to tune in for the rest of the chapters to find out! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3ziGMhEsAw833GQ9eV44nR?si=6dfead09c76848d5

Hawkeye (Part II)

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eoieopda · 1 year

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Hello there... first off, congratulations for the milestone. You are loved...so much so.

If I may, can I make a request for your 2k drabblepalooza... Kim Taehyung & enemies to lovers trope.

Thank you & I don't mind if you don't do this request because I'm surely gonna love everything else you put up.

aaaaah you absolute angel! tysm 😭💕

the one with taehyung and the rook

pairing: kim taehyung x gn!reader type: drabble | wc: 1.2k | rating: 18+ genre: not truly angsty, but idk ? au: chaebol, enemies to lovers summary: while others are playing checkers, taehyung is playing chess. cw: *groans* c*p*t*l*sm, toxic family dynamic implied, resentment, reference to nose drugs/alcohol/partying (not depicted), neither kth nor mc are truly great people™️ but that’s showbiz, baby!

For twenty straight minutes, you sat in stony silence with your gaze locked on the door ahead. As you did, you gripped the pen in your hand tighter, tighter, tighter. Your brain was steeped in bitterness, and you couldn’t focus on a single thing being discussed. Just the clock ticking above you, the empty chair beside you, and the unmoving cut of oak in front of you.

It was funny, really, in a fucked up sort of way. Your absence from the boardroom wouldn’t mean dick to anyone, but your presence was still expected. So, you sat.

Like always.

Second chair.

Everyone had said — correctly and for years — that you were the best suited to assume leadership when your father approached retirement. Though you were Choi Soojin’s second-born, you were the exceedingly competent and capable one. You were the least likely to take his empire and drive it straight into cold, dead earth. Everyone but you was able to accept the way shit like this worked.

Succession plans start and stop with the eldest.

That was the trump card, always. Even when the eldest waltzes into an eight o’clock meeting at half past, wearing yesterday’s suit, sweating out yesterday’s liquor, ready and able to tank tomorrow’s acquisitions by knowing fuck all about them.

When your autonomous reaction to your brother’s appearance left you scowling, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You were well acquainted with rage, so you knew immediately that this wasn’t that. Quickly, your narrowed eyes flicked over to your mother, whose sights were set on you. She never needed to bother with words; you understood precisely what that understated glare meant:

Excuse yourself to the restroom and wash that look off your face.

So, you did.

Halfway down the hall to your destination, you bristled for an entirely different reason. Leaning nonchalantly against the wall between two extremely rare, absolutely invaluable paintings stood one Kim Taehyung. You hated his proximity to those masterpieces not only because he could destroy either with a single wrong move, but also because he looked like he belonged there.

He belonged everywhere, even if he wasn’t welcome anywhere.

“Skipping out early?” He hummed, head lolling to the side as he flashed you a bright, white grin. “That’s not like you, sweets.”

You made the mistake of glancing at his casually crossed arms. The top two buttons of his ostentatious — silk — shirt were left out of the loop, and the weight of his forearms against the fabric left more of his obscene — sun-kissed — collarbones on display. Before he could catch you staring, you continued your downward glance until you reached the Gucci loafers pressing prints into the hand-knotted, antique rug.

“You’re wearing shoes for once,” You countered with a sharp tick of your eyebrow. With your tone as flat as your affect, your eyes flicked back up to his. “Guess we’re both acting out of character this morning.”

Taehyung snorted, more amused than anything else. To your dismay, the short list of things he was incapable of included taking a hint. He trailed along after you when you turned to walk in the opposite direction. Unable to help yourself, you continued taking potshots with every step.

“I’m surprised you showed up at all. Figured you would still be passed out in whatever bathtub Jaesang slept in last night. He was with you, wasn’t he?”

“Of course, he was.” Even without looking back, you knew Taehyung was rolling his eyes. Where else would he be?

You clenched your fists as you continued down the hall, now heading for the staircase at the opposite end. There would be crescent moons dug into your palms when you finally unfurled them, but for now, the pinch of your nails was enough to keep you from unzipping.

You didn’t get to unzip. You had to ghostwrite your family’s legacy while the future figurehead was off snorting powder off some undergraduate’s ass. You could, however, make your resentment someone else’s problem.

So, you would.

“Anyone with eyes can see that Jaesang wasn’t this much of a fuck-up until he met you,” You mused. “So, if you’re trying to ruin us, Taehyung, you should have been more subtle about it.”

It was impossible to tell which was sharper, your heels stabbing into the hardwood steps or your tone. He took it all in stride, just like he did with everything else thrown his way. For the record, you hated that about him, too. He had nothing to get worked up over because he had nothing to lose.

“That fumbling, sheep-in-wolf’s-clothing bullshit won’t get you very far, not with an international conglomerate on the line.”

As soon as you said it, you realized just how like your mother you sounded. That thought made you want to vomit, so you clenched your jaw and continued your ascent up the steps.

Taehyung took advantage of the momentary silence, albeit not in the way you expected. Suddenly, his hand flew out from nowhere and enveloped yours in warmth.

You stopped.

He started, “I’m not trying to ruin you.”

You turned, glare locked and loaded. It was gone the second you saw his expression. Under downturned eyebrows, his wide, umber eyes disarmed you immediately. Whatever was glowing behind them wasn’t the snark you were used to, and it was thawing that chunk of ice in the center of your chest.

It was funny, really, in a shitty sort of way. The person you were harshest to looked at you more softly than anyone else ever had, family included.

“I’m attempting to do the opposite.”

You swallowed, tried your best to look unaffected, and demanded, “Elaborate.”

“That thick skull won’t get you very far, not with an international conglomerate on the line.”

The corner of his mouth tugged upward as he mimicked you, and you could’ve sworn he looked almost — fond? Charming, even, like he did when you met him; long before he became the co-pilot of your brother’s tailspin.

Halfway between amused and incredulous, your instinct was to cross your arms and shift your weight impatiently from one foot to the other. You’d have to drop his hand to do it, though. Not bothering to unpack that hesitation, you simply stood still and waited.

Your inaction wasn’t lost on Taehyung, who once again tilted his head to the side. Cute, you caught yourself thinking. He looked conflicted, like he had to flip a coin in his mind before he could decide how to proceed.

Eventually, he did.

“Your brother has a longer fuse than I expected. Seriously, I thought he’d have exploded by now.” Taehyung heaved a put-upon sigh as if his own deviousness was exhausting. “It’s been months of this playboy shit — and even though I’m dragging him down as quickly as I can, he still hasn’t hit rock bottom.”

Then, he shrugged. “Hopefully, I’ll claim the knight before the king checks himself.”

You blinked because you didn’t know what the fuck else to do with this admission.

“My money’s always been on the rook.” Taehyung winked, squeezing your half-frozen heart along with your hand. “Best piece for the end game, after all. Once the board’s been cleared out a bit, they’re damn near unstoppable.”

With a roll of your eyes, you scoffed, “What, is this you flirting? Actively sabotaging the incoming chairman? My own flesh and blood?”

With a wolfish grin, Taehyung leaned in and whispered, “Depends. Is it working?”

“Yes,” You stated matter-of-factly. “Yes, it is.”

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thefourthrabbit · 6 months

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Hello, simblrs! Allow me to introduce the DuRaul Mansion, Basic Edition. A luxurious, 3-bedroom mansion on one of the large plots at the outskirt of Studio Town, a favorite neighborhood for Simlywood stars and showbiz sims.

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The Basic Edition (174MB file size after compression) contains the architectural elements and furnitures but not the decorations and clutters (except a few Maxis ones). The house is pre-cleaned using Chris Hatch's lot cleaner. I also recommend using the CleanInstaller to install the lot package. Due to file size limit, the full version of this mansion cannot be directly uploaded to file storages. However, a list of included and recommended cc is here.

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selineram3421 · 1 year

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Howdy, I’ve got a request! I was wondering if you could do headcanons for Alastor x reader who used to be a rockette when alive? (Like the ones from Radio City Music Hall) I feel like he’d be super smitten with someone who was so involved in the world of showbiz!

Oh hell yeah!

Headcanons of The Radio Demon And The Rockette

Alastor X Rockette Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ gun mention, injury-no detail. ⚠

First of all. Mwuah!💋 Beautiful.

Alastor loves you. Let me just get that said first.

The first time you meet is actually at the park.

He sees you perform at Mimzy's club and he's hooked.

Way to go, you reeled in a fish.

A dead rose appears on your vanity in your personal dressing room.

The next day again after your show. Still one single rose.

You decide to play a game with the one gifting you roses.

Getting two fresh ones and putting them on your vanity for when they come back.

It goes back and forth until your dressing room is full.

You have to call your boss Mimzy to send help to move some out.

Eventually Alastor approaches you with a bouquet of fifteen roses. Dead of course.

"I do apologize for all the roses. I didn't think of them cluttering your dressing room at the time.", he smiles sheepishly.

You couldn't believe it. The Radio Demon likes your work.

At some point both of you schedule a day together.

Talking about your old lives up on Earth and things that both of you did once arriving in Hell.

You tell him about performing in one of Lilith's shows.

"The Queen of Hell? Really?", he asks.

"Oh yes. I even met his majesty, Lucifer."

You two are friends now. Alastor fancies you.

Mimzy catches on after a bit and gets jealous.

"Accidents" start occuring whenever you're on stage, and other unfortunate things.

Like your dressing room getting trashed and your pay being cut.

Your boss reassures that she'll have everything fixed.

But it all happens again and again.

At this point, you're done.

You set up your last dance and the costumes have masks.

"This routine will be different. I won't lead it. Instead I'll choose one of our best.", you say and call up one of your best dancers. "You'll be our center."

Safe to say everything goes to shit.

It was not your dancers fault. No. It was the damn demon who brought a gun and shot at your leading dancer.

Poor demon was bawling at the graze on their arm. You gave them a few days off to collect themselves, but that just meant someone had it out for you.

After that you leave, telling no one. Packing up your things at your place to move elsewhere.

A few weeks pass and Alastor contacts you. Sending you a flyer of the "Hazbin Hotel."

Hazbin? You think confused.

You were sure it was the Happy Hotel on the news.

Alastor is the first one to greet and welcome you there.

I loved this so much! I wanna make a oneshot.

~Seline, the person.

ML for Alastor🎙