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savingcrxws · 10 months

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eyes on fire | carmen berzatto headcanon

carmen berzatto x ex!reader (but not for long...)

warnings. language, mentions of suicide & death (mikey)

authors note. thinking of turning this into a fic but i just wanted to get these thoughts thrown onto a page for now | EDIT 7/7: ITS A FIC! HERES PART ONE

you hated carmen berzatto, to say the least

you had been each others first s/o and spent a lot of the end of your teenage years attached at the hip

every berzatto family function (no matter how messy they always ended), every school dance, every hell's kitchen rerun--you and carmy were together

mikey liked to call you guys soulmates, watching how you and carmy just seemed to click like that- a statement that never failed to make carmy go flush in the face (que richie faking barfing in the background)

you were one of the first people that carmen told about his wishes for the future-how he wanted to take up the restaurant with his brother and continue the berzatto tradition

you loved the way his eyes lit up when he talked about cooking with his family-the way he gave his all into his aspirations

"well you gotta make sure i'm the first one to eat those fancy sounding dishes when you start working at the beef, carm"

"absolutely, babe. i wouldn't have it any other way"

however, like everyone after high school, you and carmy hit a rough patch that sunk your relationship -- you were planning to go to college for business administration and carmy was leaving chicago to go to culinary school

you two definitely attempted everything in your power to stay together-late night skype calls, daily texts, hell you even offered to fly to new york to spend time together

but the more swamped you got with school and the more carmen got slammed with cooking (especially right before he went of to Noma), the more the truth begun to show itself

the breakup was messy, because it was less a breakup and more of ...

you: what are we doing right now? like, as a couple?

carmen: i think that i need to focus more on my career right now

you: oh, so..are we breaking up right now? (read 9:57PM)

you: carmen? (read 10:15)

you: ok, asshole, be that way (delivered)

that's right, that motherfucker ghosted you

despite the tumultuous ending of you and carmen's relationship, you were still close to sugar and mikey (and, unfortunately for you, richie)

sugar was adamant on flying over to copenhagen and have a "conversation" with her brother herself + mikey and richie were not too far behind on the cause

"it's fine guys. let's just all agree that carmen is a soft little bitch" you said, trying to lighten the mood even though you knew that you were still racking thru the pain being broken up with so suddenly

you deal with the breakup harshly at first, but you put a lot of that emotion towards your own growth

fast forward a couple years, you graduated college and are on the up-and-up in chicago as a successful business marketing manager

you get closer to the berzattos, strangely, as carmy gets more distant

you don't think of carmy much anymore but it grows harder as he wins awards and recognitions in his field that honestly make you..proud, in strange way

then, mikey dies...and a lot of things change for you

you help sugar and richie plan the funeral, and something sour sinks into your stomach when you don't see that familiar head of dirty blonde hair during the service

some months pass and you try to gather yourself and get back to normal after mikey's passing

richie invites you down to the beef one day to "catch up" randomly

you go, if not to just see tina and the rest of the crew but are met with great surprise when you see him

carmen motherfucking berzatto, in the flesh, standing behind the bar yelling to richie about something nonsensical

he stops yelling when he hears the door open and literally freezes in place when he sees you

you stare at him for a second, taking in the man who once had your heart, noting the new tattoos and the new way he styled his hair and he seems to be doing the same

then, richie breaks the silence--"oh my goodness, what are you doing here, sweetheart?"

you and carmy speak at the same time

"richie, you motherfucker"

"richie, you dick"

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto fanfic #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear fx #jeremy allen white x reader #carmy berzatto x you #carmen berzatto #the bear season 2 #the bear hulu

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cruciomione · 6 months

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think i finally figured out sydney’s age using real evidence and not just vibes and voices in my head. and it’s crazy bc i guessed sydney was 26/27. and I wasn’t that far.

Sydney earned her culinary arts degree at CIA located in upstate NY. Apparently, it takes less than two years to earn that degree. Assuming she graduated high school at 17/18, this would put her at about 19/20 when she graduates and also when she goes to NYC for a food tour.

i got to this conclusion trying to make a timeline for carmys career (which made my head hurt). We know Carmy is 28-30 bc he’s the same age as claire a doctor who’s in her residency and that’s usually the age at which you start. I was confused about how long he spent at EMP. Fishes takes place about five years before s2 , and carmy is said to be in Copenhagen working at NOMA, putting him at 24/25 in this episode.

His cousin Michelle offered for him to come to NYC. So assuming he made the change in the following year that would mean he was at EMP for about 4 years until he has to go back to chicago after his brother dies.

I still dont know where the french laundry or any other of the places or cities carmy has worked at fit into this timeline. I know he leaves his house after high school and doesn't go to college or culinary school i believe so I wonder how he got his start, to be featured in food and wine at 21 and also work at the best restaurant in the world by the time he's 24....insane. i hope we get a clearer picture in upcoming seasons.

back to syd....

So we know about 4/5 years before the start of the story, Sydney and Carmy are in NYC. Sydney is 19/20 and Carmy is 24/25. They have about a 5 year age gap. Therefore Sydney currently is 24/25, possibly 26. And I only say 26 because i cant believe she worked at so many places (including Michelin star restaurants), drove for UPS (or was that when she was at school? after?), started a business, and then had that business fail all in the span of 4 years. crazy. my girl needs a hug

also makes me wonder how far removed she is from Sheridan Road? like when she applies to be a sous chef at the Beef was this something that happened a couple months before? a year?

all things will be clearer with future episodes i guess.

i just find their lives before they met extremly intresting and love how intertwined they are 5 years before they even laid eyes on one another. fated fr

i want a flashback episode of sydney herself but i also think a flashback episode of the day sydney went to EMP would be cool too. Like dual POV we see Carmy being miserable, Sydney becoming inspired. also would be cool if they really played into the fated aspect. have them cross paths without ever meeting. like have Carmy get on the subway the same time sydney leaves it to get off at a stop (SCREAM).

#sydcarmy #the bear #sydney adamu #carmen berzatto #im sure someone has already figured this out but i just love ranting

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gingerylangylang1979 · 10 months

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Yes, the opening went well without Carmy. But he laid the foundation, even if mostly absent.

I was super pissed with Carmy slacking off during most of the season. And him getting locked in the fridge does point to him not being needed, which he has internalized, and so has the audience, if not the characters. But what may be missed is that they were able to pull it off because of his belief in them.

Carmy sent Marcus to freaking Copenhagen. He could have hired an established pastry chef. Who wouldn’t want wo work with Carmy given his reputation?

Carmy sends Richie to stage and told the chef he believes in him. He didn’t drop that ass. This was the catalyst for Richie’s total transformation.

Carmy sends Tina and Ebra to culinary school. Tina thrives and becomes the sous. Carmy gives her his precious knife. Ebra doesn’t thrive but finds his place on the crew. With his arthritis he would have never been able to keep up.

Carmy gives Fak and Sweeps the chance to shine front of house.

Carmy allows Nat into the business and trusts her.

None of the opening would have gone smooth without Carmy investing in his team. He should get credit for that even if the night ended in tragedy for him. Others may see it but he doesn’t and he will torture himself with that.

#the bear fx #carmy berzatto #jeremy allen white

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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A Permanent Claim: Part 4

Harvard, the Ivy League school famously profiteering from the presence of Hayden and his family for generations, was just one of the many avalanching reasons why your relationship was tumultuous.

With his father belonging to one of the oldest fraternities, and Hayden joining the league of cult-like frat boys, there was a distinct sense of entitlement that led itself to a base kind of toxicity in your relationship.

Hayden had pitied you, in some frame of his mind, even though he had called you a breath of fresh air from the elitism that was engrained throughout the vines of his family tree, it was doomed.

If it hadn’t been the Ivy League school and the generations belonging to the same old-money fraternity, then it would’ve been his father’s reputation and penchant business that yielded disgust inflicted at your behest.

Your place as a poor community college student who graduated with a degree in childhood education and development, being certified in first aid and CPR, was not enough to impress the air of arrogance that surrounded his family. Your choice to work with children was as disrespectful in their eyes as a career in water and waste management.

Despite knowing that if it weren’t for men or women who worked in waste and water management, they’d have to dirty their own hands and clean their water.

And if it weren’t for men and women like you, with early childhood education and child development degrees, they wouldn’t be able to whisk themselves away to Paris, Belize, Venice or Copenhagen every year. If it weren’t for the people who wanted to work with kids, who wanted to give them a fighting chance to combat being shitty adults later in life, they would have to do the heavy lifting themselves.

But Hayden, partially, found your choice to work with kids as almost a romanticized fetish. As if there was some nanny kink that he could have exposed or leaned into, and that breath of fresh air that he claimed you were had been tarnished and sexualized within weeks.

Truly, it didn’t matter what had been the final determining factor to the end of your relationship. In the end, at the bitter ashen resolution, Hayden had still pitied you and looked upon you as if you were nothing more than a glorified babysitter with little promise.

It was another harsh dose of reality that you would’ve never irked, coming from the conversation before your interview and the phone call taken after your interview.

Although he had wanted to rekindle what you had, and although he was certainly charming enough to win over most women without much effort, the condescending edge to his affections and his desire would never allow him to move past his inherited prejudices.

The conversation after you’d accepted the job had turned into an argument, and that argument had bled into exhaustion that had you falling asleep late in the night with little hope for a truly restful sleep.

When your alarm had blared in the morning, you rose from the bed cantankerously. Your entire morning was rooted around the anxiety-inducing need not to be late for your first day and despite being as exhausted as you were, you moved quickly to gather what you needed and complete the list of tasks you’d had in your mind.

Everything from the basic routine needs, the basics that had to be done before you even packed, had been completed through grogginess that hovered above you. A figurative cloud promising rain and thunder, a mini storm that swirled with ambitious plans to follow you everywhere, had been felt through every step you crossed off in your mind.

Even as the clock struck 8:15 in the morning and you were pulling your shoes on your feet, you were afflicted by the figurative storm cloud and the derivative conversation turned argument that you’d had with Hayden. There was seemingly no end to the nature of his pitying thoughts of you, of his natural subjective opinions over your choices that inherently angered you, and made you want to strike him across the face with a hot skillet.

“I want you there at 8:30, new girl.” You huffed, you blew out a puff of air as you closed your apartment door behind you.

You locked it, wondering when you would be back next and if you’d packed enough. Curtis hadn’t talked about a schedule, neither had Pari mentioned once and you wondered how long you’d be working before you could come back to your apartment. While it had seemed like a conversation you should have with your boss, the idea of asking him when your day off before you’d even started was putting you at odds with yourself.

Or maybe it was your overall displeasure with Hayden and his harsh idealism retaining to you and your life.

A breath of fresh air—you scoffed at the idea, coming to realize that he was if truth be told, using you to piss off his father or take hold of some unplanned fun before his world was set right again. He was, by extension, deciding to gain some last taste of untethered fun before he had to find himself a sensible girlfriend and wife.

After your third set alarm blared for you to move your ass, and not end up being late for your first day, you shrugged off the last few optional tasks you’d wanted to have done before you left. With your hair pulled out of your face and a pair of cheap yet unnerving runners on your feet, you were halfway out the door before you turned back.

You couldn’t have prevented yourself from thinking about the lack of personality in the twins’ room, the lack of anything fun or objectionably childlike in the place that should have felt safe for them, bothered you. It was acid eating at your insides, lightly and slowly tearing away at your composure until you acted on the urgency to change that.

Your trek back into your apartment had led you to your bedroom, and even further beyond that, to a pair of cute stuffed animals you’d had since you were a child.

Unassuming and ordinary as they were, they’d made you feel safe and comforted.

The first you’d grabbed from the top of your dresser was light brown, almost sandy-like, with black eyes sewn into the plushy face right above the soft velour muzzle. It was one of your favourite bears as a child, one that you’d named Beartholomew.

The other stuffed animal you’d chosen to take was Snoopy, though he was far from ordinary or plain. With a sturdy and fuzzy set of yellow ears muffs on his head, and a light blue jacket with faux bone ties to hold the jacket closed, it was your favourite version of Snoopy ready for winter.

It was a favourite, it was a comfort and you’d only hoped that Theo & James would like them as much as you had.

The final alarm rang, and it was the catalyst to get you to leave. With the teddy bears in hand, you finally stole yourself from the apartment, hurrying down the staircases to the lobby and then out the front door.

“You’re going to be late,” the driver Pari had told you about the night before was already waiting for you in a blacked-out SUV, the rear passenger door propped open for you, “I’m not taking the fall for you.”

“Good morning to you too.” You mumbled under your breath, resisting the temptation to roll your eyes and instead settling yourself in the backseat with your chosen teddy bears beside you. “I’m not going to be late.”

“Have you ever tried to cross town at this time?” The driver was older than yourself, and likely Curtis, though there was the briefest skiff of greying hair at the nape of his neck and by his ears. “They’re gonna eat you alive.”

You raised your head when he added the last antagonizing comment, a complete lack of faith in your position and the apparent gentility that you seemed to radiate.

You wanted to open your mouth to make a retort in your defence, however, you weren’t given much of a chance when the driver started pulling away from the curb, and your phone started lighting up with text messages from Hayden.

Another feeble attempt to get you to agree to see him, another failed plea to let him have access to you and your body before he complied with his fathers’ wishes.

“Pointless,” you flipped your phone over screen down and negated to answer him, rather you watched the streets pass by as you mentally counted how many avenues were between you and the Curtis’ estate, a great difference between your station and his.

The unruliness of the twins running back and forth across the foyer with a sheet behind them was the first of many sights that had greeted you the moment you stepped into the house.

With muddy footprints traipsing from beyond your view, to the staircase and back around the other side of the hallway, it seemed as if the entire entrance was chaotically locked in madness.

Theo was the ringleader, you’d surmised from watching him in the few moments since your arrival, with a series of cave-man screeches as he crossed down the foyer to a hall and out of sight, while James was following behind his brother with not as much destructive energy.

You watched them with shock and awe, mystified by their presence and attitude toward creating a disaster, and by the huffing and puffing of the maid as she scoffed at the destruction.

“You’re the nanny,” your cantankerous driver looked you over unimpressed, “start doing your job.”

You settled yourself with the idea that you were being thrown headfirst into the job and into the state of needing to help the twins learn right from wrong and with that knowledge, you’d caught Theo and James when they tried to peel back around the foyer.

“Stop!” You raised your voice with just enough force to send the twins sliding into each other.

The older, only by seconds, Theo had skidded unsuccessfully and nearly toppled forward when James had tried to stop on a dime. Both of the boys looked at you with wide eyes, simpering with fear that came from, or you thought, the idea of some unfair punishment.

Theo was the first to turn toward you, looking at you far more head-on than before, and his blue eyes darted between the teddy bears in your hands and your face, still anticipating some kind of reaction that was over the top.

“Did you make this mess?” You questioned the twins, motioning with your hand to the muddy footsteps and the discarded shoes toppled and thrown in the corner. “Did you drag mud into the house?”

“It’s the new nanny,” James leaned forward and whispered in Theo’s ear, the two of them unsure of what to think of you now that you were officially starting your job, “what do we do?”

You negated to answer James’ comment and instead side-eyed the housekeeper who was still irritated and put off by the dirtiness of the floors she had just cleaned. While she hadn’t looked entirely cross to the point of no return, she was less than happy with the two.

“Theo, James…” You paused, taking a moment to make sure your voice was even and calm, to keep it controlled and not to provoke any anxiety within themselves.

There was no necessary force needed to deal with the twins, and whether it was your intuition or what Pari had told you about the previous nannies not giving Theo and James the ability to be kids, it had affected your approach.

“Can we take a quick pause?” The boys looked at you with wide eyes, their lips barely parted and their hands clutching the sheet-turned-cape and some fake foam sword. “I know you’re trying to have fun you dragged mud all over the clean floor, and your shoes are lying all over the place.”

It was as if lightbulbs had gone off in the twins heads and they were aware of what they’d done, and with a slow look around at the discarded shoes, the muddy footprints, the toys they’d dragged from their playroom and even the sheet, their playfulness was replaced with deep frowns.

“I have something for you,” you stepped dropped your blacked bag to the floor and stepped toward the twins, stuffed bear and Snoopy in your hands, crouching before them as they eyed you suspiciously, “this is Beartholomew, and this is Snoopy. I loved them when I was a kid, and I thought maybe you’d like to keep them safe for a while?”

You held out the stuffed animals for the boys, watching Theo grab the Snoopy and James reach for Beartholomew, both boys tucking them to their chests.

“Thank you,” James reply was quiet and he had squeezed his given bear, and then he bit down on his bottom lip, turning to look at the mess, “do we have to clean it up?”

The housekeeper had cleared her throat addressing you with a subtle sound and with a single look had flexed her fingers around the mop handle. With an understanding that suited both them and yourself, you had started to stand with a little smile.

“Pick up your shoes, put the sheet back where it came from and then go play.” You addressed them with a level of calm, hoping not to get off the wrong foot with them and solidify a certain level of trust compared to the other nannies they’d had before.

“And apologize for making a mess.” You stopped them before they took off, the boys looking back over their shoulders to utter a quiet apology before adhering to your request, first grabbing their shoes and then taking off up the stairs.

As they left up the stairs, you’d turned back to the bag you packed and had become immediately startled by the imposing figure standing behind you, with piercing blue eyes.

Curtis had looked you over with unwavering amusement and some other guarded secrets contained in his irises. He raised his hand and ran his palm over his chin and jaw, lips drawn into a smirk before he opened his mouth and with a single statement irritated you.

“You were late.”

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charlotte-of-wales · 8 months

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Happy 24th birthday to Count Nikolai of Monpezat!

Born on 28 August 1999, Nikolai William Alexander Frederik is the eldest son of Prince Joachim and his first wife, Alexandra, Countess of Frederiksborg, and eldest grandchild of Queen Margrethe II. He is currently seventh in the line of succession to the Danish throne. At the time of his birth, he was third, after his uncle and father.

Nikolai was born a prince of Denmark, originally styled "His Highness Prince Nikolai of Denmark". In September 2022, Queen Margrethe II decided to strip the children of her son Joachim from their princely status. Since 1 January 2023, Count Nikolai is known as "His Excellency Count Nikolai of Monpezat".

He was baptised in the chapel of the Fredensborg Palace on 6 November 1999 His godparents include his paternal uncle, the Crown Prince of Denmark and the Duke of Edinburgh.

Nikolai is currently studying in Australia as part of his course at the Copenhagen Business School’s Business Administration and Service Management program.

#prince nikolai #drf #royal birthdays

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lovedrunkheadcanons · 7 months

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(Arranged Marriage Fic) Read on AO3

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The clock struck five in the morning. Contaminated test tubes and beakers were wet in the sink. A bright green bar nearing 65% completion was loading on a large computer screen surrounded by monitors. Shoko was busy in her lab, observing a single drop of blood, splotched between two thin slides under a beaming microscope. She hadn't left work since yesterday. You’d think after all these years hunkered down in the school’s basement like an obsessive recluse, she’d be used to the loneliness. She could already hear poor Ghost yowling for his breakfast, but there was no room for pause. The blood sample results from the New National Theater had finally come back, but Shoko was only interested in one.

The jujutsu doctor’s lips drew together in concentration, suspending the tail end of a depleted cigarette. Screw resolutions. This was far more important than her respiratory health. Her findings so far were not as she’d hoped. The red blood cell count was starkly lesser than last week. She reckoned about a third of them had vitiated in that timeframe, even with the aid of reverse curse technique, but how? How? The discovery troubled her. She would start from scratch again if need be. After all, there was still more testing to be done.

Exhausted, Shoko wiped the beads of sweat off her brow and smothered her depleted cigarette in the ashtray. The computer monitors increased to 66%. She just prayed her hypothesis did not hold the truth.

Nanami Kento removed the strainer of brewed oolong leaves from the Royal Copenhagen he had sitting on a tray; a teapot and two cups with matching saucers, Blue Fluted Full Lace. They were heirlooms once owned by his late great uncle, who subsequently died of a stroke three years ago; another Henriksen lost. He had no wife or children and his mother didn’t want them, despite their value, so she bequeathed the china over to him. Not that he ever had a reason to use it. The full set of plates and fine tableware cost more than his apartment lease. He mostly kept the novelties for decoration. And perhaps nostalgia.

But not today.

Today he had a guest.

Nanami closed the lid on his uncle’s Copenhagen teapot and lifted the tray to walk back inside the living room of his small, one-bedroom sized apartment. It wasn’t the grandest place in the world, nor the cheapest. He could afford a much bigger unit if he wished, yet the space was well accommodated. It was furnished with all the essentials befitting of a bachelor; functional kitchen appliances, a washing machine and dryer, a brand new air conditioning system, and modern furniture. He had picked the farthest unit down the hall, so he wouldn’t be subjected to the loud elevator cranking up and down the many floors. It allowed him some peace and quiet in this bustling, wayward city known as Tokyo, granted, if you ignored the endless stream of ambulance sirens, blaring jumbotrons, and cries for help.

The part-time Jujutsu sorcerer entered his living room and acknowledged his guest sitting on the sofa.

“I apologize for bringing you out here like I did. I’m usually not this spontaneous.”

Nanami set the tray down along the coffee table and handed his guest a teacup. Hannah smiled at her host warmly and took the blue and white china from his hand. The porcelain clashed with the pink roses on her dress.

“Not at all, it’s perfectly alright,” she assured him. “I hear you’ve been busy with work, so this is me intruding on your time.” She looked down at the coffee table. “Anyway, I hope you like the rødgrød. Satoru mentioned you were Danish, so...”

Nanami sat down on the leather armchair, opposite her, and glanced at the small portable crockpot she had brought atop the table. Rødgrød med fløde was as much part of the Danish diet as cheeseburgers and fries were to the American. People preferred eating the berry porridge with custard or poured over freshly baked bread. Everyone loved it. Nanami hadn’t tasted the dessert since he was a young boy visiting his grandparents on holiday. Hannah had used raspberries and cherries for hers; exactly how his mormor used to make it. The tarter, the better.

Well, there were those waves of nostalgia hitting him again. He’d sample a bite later.

Satoru had dropped his wife off at his place that afternoon and hurried to go “run some errands.” Whatever that meant. Nanami had no choice but to leave the office. As ever, the Six Eyed moron liked to make things difficult and keep his whereabouts elusive, in addition to getting his lineage wrong.

“A quarter Danish,” Nanami clarified, loosening the lavender silk tie around his neck. He hadn’t been allotted time to change out of his business attire. “My grandfather was born and raised in Denmark, however my grandmother is Swedish.”

Hannah looked positively delighted.

“Ah, a Swede and a Dane,” she exclaimed. It would explain his blond hair. “That’s quite a match. The closest I got to living in Denmark was Germany. Did your grandparents ever alternate between countries?”

“For a time,” the quarter Dane replied. “But my grandmother has lived alone in Aarhus since my grandfather’s passing. I still get Christmas cards from her every year. She’ll be ninety-one this October.”

Unable to stop herself, Hannah heard the word “Christmas” and blurted the next question out loud without thinking.

“Oh. So you’re Christian?”

She could see the tug pull on the corner of his lips, barely noticeable to the untrained eye, and instantly regretted it. He was so cool, you’d think he hadn’t reacted at all. The quarter Dane shook his head. “Mom had me baptized in the Lutheran church as a baby to appease my grandfather, but the buck stopped there. She wasn’t very religious and I myself hold no beliefs.”

Hannah felt her cheeks burn hotter than the tea she was sipping, flushed with embarrassment. Her shoulders sagged. Of course he wasn’t Christian. What a foolish thing to expect? She felt awkward.

“I see,” she said rather sheepishly. “Please, forgive me. I shouldn’t have assumed.”

Nanami nodded understandingly. He thought it wasn’t dumb of her to ask, but with introductions out of the way, they had official matters to attend to.

“Satoru said you had some information about a possible Sukuna finger.”

Hannah nervously tucked a strand of long auburn hair behind her ear, lowering the expensive Copenhagen in her lap.

“Yes,” she said, swallowing her tea and straightening her bad posture. “I think I know where one is.”

Nanami leaned back against the armchair and crossed his legs, hands folded patiently in his lap. His eyes never wavered.

“I’m listening.”

Hannah coughed. “Well, you see,” she began, trying to decide where to start. “I think nothing of them at first. My dreams - er visions - are often quite,” she searched for the adjective, “sporadic, if you know what I mean. But lately I’ve been having a recurring dream.”

“A recurring dream.” Nanami quirked a pencil thin, blond eyebrow. “I’m guessing that’s a dead giveaway?”

Hannah let slip a dry laugh. “You’d be correct. In my experience, whenever a dream is recurring, it’s usually indicative of a vision.”

“What has the vision shown you?”

“It’s hard to describe,” she continued, squinting her eyes as though aiming for a moving target that refused to stay still. “I don’t know why, but it always begins with me…drowning. I’m ever so slowly sinking towards the bottom.” She closed her eyes for a second, trying to imagine the nightmare in her mind. “It’s very dark and murky, so I can’t see anything. I’m terrified out of my wits. I try to kick and swim my way back up to the surface, except someone, or rather something, has me by the ankles and won’t let go. I fight and struggle to free myself, but I can’t. It isn’t until my lungs give out that I finally look down and…” she stopped for a second.

“Go on,” Nanami coaxed gently, waiting in silence. He wasn’t going to force her to talk, if she didn’t want to.

“Eyes,” the seer said, own eyes flitting open. She took a much needed breath from the horrid memory. “Four glowing, scarlet eyes staring at me from the black. That’s it. That’s all I see. Then the vision pivots.”

“Pivots?”

Hannah took a sip of oolong before humming in agreement. “I’m shown a film reel of things. Places, I think. I can’t remember what they are, but there is one feature that stands out from all the rest.”

Nanami also took a sip of tea. “Like what?”

Hannah placed her teacup on the coffee table and used her fingers to “draw” an invisible picture for him. “A massive red o-torii, floating above a large body of water.”

The quarter Dane’s brow narrowed ever so slightly. He knew what place she was referring to.

“Itsukushima Shrine,” he said. It wasn’t a question.

“Yes,” Hannah sighed. “Satoru showed me a picture of it when I told him. It’s the exact same gate. He then mentioned you were working on a secret case and that I should speak to you immediately.”

Well, it’s not so secret anymore, Nanami thought, holding his tongue. Now he understood why Satoru had been so adamant the two of them talk, but hell, what a pain in the ass. The white haired dolt could’ve explained all this on the phone, or typed a quick text, instead of wasting he and his wife’s time. Even though she was a lovely person, both inside and out. Reminded him a bit like Haibara; her kindness and selflessness towards others.

But a tad miffed by this new flux of information, Nanami rose from his leather chair, teacup in hand, and walked over to the large window overlooking Shibuya Crossing, the thousands of city nerdowells commuting below, crammed like sardines.

“In the last four weeks, a total of eighteen people have been reported missing from the shrine,” he said, staring monotonously out the apartment window. “Evidence suggests it’s curse related. I and a few other sorcerers have been called in to investigate the disturbance.”

“Then perhaps this is your lucky break,” Hannah added, hoping to shed some light on the subject.

The quasi-business man continued looking out the apartment, almost like he wasn’t listening (but of course he was). “Itsukushima Shrine is a popular tourist destination in Miyajima. We’ll be fighting heavy crowds if we search during the day. Curse activity tends to worsen at night, but then there’s high and low tide to contest with. Your presence might also be needed. Could get dangerous.” He was listing all the potential roadblocks ahead.

“Can’t we disperse the crowds at least?” was Hannah’s suggestion. “Close the shrine off to tourists?”

Nanami hummed deeply in thought. Things were never that simple. He at last turned away from the window. “You’re sure this is a vision?”

Hannah shrugged. “More sure than not.”

“And you think a Sukuna finger is hiding somewhere at the bottom of Hiroshima Bay?”

The seer frowned. She felt her confidence wane at his scrutiny. “It’s the only lead I have.”

Confined to his thoughts, Nanami walked back towards the coffee table, relinquishing his empty teacup and saucer, and plopped back down in the leather chair, hand in his chin. A disconcerted expression became him, though his eyes were fixed on the Royal Copenhagen. Hannah thought he looked far older than his real age said on paper. He was handsome, she decided, with golden blonde hair and mixed Scandinavian features, but in a battle-hardened, wise kind of way. Forever pensive and stoic, like he had crossed the river Styx and managed to survive the harrowing ordeal, but only just so. Even without the bloody cleaver knife in his hand from that night at the opera, she could tell he wasn’t much for taking days and nights off. Kento Nanami was certainly a man operating under a lot of stress.

“I can’t name anyone on the top of my head with a water curse technique,” he vexed tiredly, observing the porcelain tea set. “A diving team will have to be dispatched. Damn. It’s always a risk when we get non-sorcerers involved.”

“But maybe we won’t have to,” Hannah said, complexion brightening. “Because as it were, I know someone who might be able to help us. That is, if we can persuade her.”

Nanami’s hand fell to his lap, eyes raised. “Her?”

Hannah rested her teacup on the coffee table and hurriedly rummaged through her dress pocket for a folded piece of paper. She offered it to him.

“Her.”

Feeling pessimistic, Nanami took the paper and slowly opened it. His eyes landed on the contact’s name above, and thus the part-time jujutsu sorcerer’s face tensed into a shrewd scowl. He exhaled loudly through his nose.

A bowl of that rødgrød didn’t seem like such a bad fix all of a sudden.

Neither did some brandy.

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#gojo takes a wife #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk fanfic #gojo x oc #satoru gojo #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen nanami #satoru x oc #romance #gojo satoru

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MBAs and wage stagnation

Before the Great Resignation, there was the Great Stagnation, a 40-year relentless decline in workers’ compensation, no matter whether the economy was booming or busting. This was a sharp change from the historical norm in which rising profitability translated to rising wages.

There are lots of explanations for wage stagnation. The most obvious one is the decline of unions, which is the result of changes to labor law that makes it much harder to form a union, win a contract, and enforce that contract (this, in turn, is largely the fault of the Democrats’ abandonment of labor causes in a bid to appeal to the professional and managerial class, which created a bipartisan, anti-union coalition).

But in “Eclipse of Rent-Sharing: The Effects of Managers’ Business Education on Wages and Labor Share in the US and Denmark,” a March 2022 National Bureau for Economic Research paper, Daron Acemoglu (MIT econ), Alex He (U Maryland business), and Daniel le Maire (U Copenhagen econ), we get a more complex explanation:

https://www.nber.org/system/files/working_papers/w29874/w29874.pdf

The paper makes a somewhat nuanced and technically complex argument, but let me paraphrase its conclusion: Going to business-school makes you the kind of person who cuts wages in bad times and refuses to increase wages in good times. When companies are run by MBAs, their workers’ wages decline.

The methodology behind this conclusion is really clever and goes to some lengths to rule out other possibilities:

Perhaps this is just a US phenomenon? (Nope, it’s also true in Denmark)

Maybe the kinds of companies that hire MBAs to run them are the kinds of companies that cut wages? (Nope, they control for this)

Maybe greedy dickheads are more likely to get MBAs (Nope, they use clever controls from the same high school classes to rule this out)

Maybe it’s not business education that makes you a dick, maybe it’s economic doctrine? (Nope, companies run by economists don’t screw over their workers the same way)

In other words, all those cliches about your boss’s MBA giving them brain worms that make them into wage-slashing monsters? They appear to be true.

What’s more, the authors estimate that this is a sizable contributor to wage stagnation, which sounds plausible: wage stagnation is correlated with the growth of MBAs in top management positions.

Some specifics from the paper’s conclusions:

Five years after the appointment of a business manager [ed: that is, a manager who’s gone to business school], wages decline by 6% and the labor share by 5 percentage points in the US, and 3% and 3 percentage points in Denmark (relative to firms operated by non-business managers)

Business managers are not more productive: firms appointing business managers are not on differential trends and do not enjoy higher sales, productivity, investment, or employment growth following their accession

Non-business managers share greater sales and profits with their workers (in fact with fairly high elasticities), business managers do not

Our estimates correspond to causal effects of practices and values acquired in business education — rather than the selection of individuals averse to rent-sharing into business education

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ahaura · 10 months

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still thinking about the bear... -> tina. when carmy came to chicago the crew was understandably resistant to change because change is hard but there's also grief and the specific grief and trauma associated with suicide and she gave syd a hard time and a lot of shit but then she fell into the motion of the new changes and she and syd became a team and there was trust and rapport and teamwork and then syd asked tina to be her sous chef and tina was overjoyed and when tina and ebra went to culinary school she flourished and when the changes continue to came she went with them. and ebra did not take the change the same way but he came back and found a new place in the changes. and richie. the most obnoxious dude on planet earth who reels after the end of the beef and the start of the bear and feels without aim or purpose as the changes role in. he talks a lot of shit but beneath that there's a layer of self-loathing and fear that he's able to face when carmy sends him to that top-notch restaurant. in that he learns self-respect and to respect others and where he belongs in the restaurant business and comes back more confident, with a purpose, and actually likes himself. i didn't believe it when they said he was good with people until he actually came back. and marcus who started out learning how to make bread and then after syd pushed him leaned into his love for making desserts and was sent to copenhagen to learn from the best and in learning was able to excel in his craft and in excelling and doing what he loves not only learns how to do the fancy dishes but also experiment and create something that represents both him and the restaurant uniquely. i dont have enough words for sydney my girl with the negative credit score who's mega-stressed all the time whose dream is to be in a restaurant and chose to work with carmy and in coming into the berzattto world as an outsider as it was in turmoil and going through changes was instrumental into its new formation and the bear as they know it in the conclusion of season 2, syd who lives with her father who believes in her but as any good parent wants whats best for her and that means worrying about the risks involved in a high-risk field like restaurant-ing and there are other things she could do but she knows she was built for this one thing and she's terrified of failure of not having enough in her to have another go if she loses everything and hits rock bottom again and puts her all in to the restaurant she's literally the beating heart of it and she goes through changes with the crew whose also going through changes and it was just lovely seeing them weather it together and come to rely on each other in new and different ways as they each come into their own and find what works for each of them individually and as a team. the bear is all of them and the bear would have not happened without syd ever walking in and wanting to make the bear into what it could be instead of what it was. the grief in season 1 that saturated everything and was drowning them has receded in season 2 as time marches on and they move with it. and outside influence seems like a threat at first because change, to the initiated, may seem like a threat to the memory of the deceased but love isn't stationary and it isn't being stagnant. love is movement and trust and going forward. love is giving room for more love. is this anything.

#hvaña #separate post for carmy and his family and sugar etc maybe later bec theyre all so fucked but aaaaaaaaaaa

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Calling all the business students! (and everyone else interested hihihi ^^)

Remember me as the IB student who was ranting here all the time? Well hi pals, I'm in uni now, and I hope all of you got into your desired universities/courses! 🫶

I've recently become a global ambassador for the Global CBS (Copenhagen Business School) Case Competition, and I'd love to share all the information to you guys on here as well!

As someone who has used this site to be a part of the community connected to studying and academics for a long time, I see this as telling you guys a big big thank you for supporting me on the academic journey so far; I want to give you an experience that is amazing for networking and even a stepping stone into international connections. 💙

Here is the most important info:

I have also posted all these infographics on my Instagram, as well as some additional posts! Come check it out under the highlight "GLOBAL '24💙" : https://www.instagram.com/sararradocaj/?utm_source=ig_web_button_share_sheet&igshid=OGQ5ZDc2ODk2ZA==

⚠️IMPORTANT: the application requires you to reference the ambassador which referred you to the Global Competition, so in this case please feel free to mention my name and university (all seen in my Insta bio, or dm me if you're unsure about something)

thank you in advance 🫶

general information: https://www.casecompetition.com/global/

sign-up link: https://signup.casecompetition.com

Key dates for participants:

Deadline for individual signups: 4th of February

Deadline for group signups: 12th of February - 8:00 CET

Case launch: 12th of February - 9:00 CET

Case submission deadline: 13th of February - 9:00 CET

That's it for now! If you have any questions feel free to reach out to me on here or Instagram which might be a bit faster too!

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A quick intro to my approach

Ok so, I'm going to stop ranting about me very soon, I just want a few things out of the way first. Throughout my 6-7 years of art schooling, our professors would always start the classes up by introducing themselves, their body of work, and the industry they come from. This was not to showcase themselves, but to lend credence to their teachings, and to let us students know where they came from when giving critique. Which could sometimes help us as students to analyze and apply their feedback properly, knowing that they would've been reviewing our work from X, Y, and Z experiences.

I'm going to do the same here. Just like with introducing you guys to my CURLS model, I want to give you a fair chance at understanding the motivations behind my opinions, and decide whether or not you may agree with them or not. So that when you receive feedback, you can sort through my comments, take what you want, and leave the rest. I promise I'll try to make this worth your time by peppering some advice for designing (for characters this time) in here and there, that I personally use when working. I'll of course go more in-depth with this advice later, but consider it a sampler for what's to come (that you can always google for yourself should you be too impatient to wait for the full essay)

My background in art and design:

You guys know the classic: I've been drawing my whole life, so I'll skip that and jump to the slightly more interesting stuff right away. I graduated from STX ( college being the closest American analogue to this) with an equivalent of a minor (among many others) in Art and Media back in 2015. Upon graduating, I was offered what was supposed to be a temporary position at Gyldendal, a major publishing company in Denmark. Here, I was to work on a small project about Motion Graphics in storytelling for children. However, as my contract expired, I was moved to another department, and later then, to a third department. This one in Educational Online Content for Pre- and -Middle school children. Here I would assist authors and editors in illustrating and implementing content on their websites for 7 years before my contract was unable to be renewed due to budget cuts in the company.

While working for Gyldendal, I took a semester at The Animation Workshop's Drawing Academy, to study classic art. I had a great time as it was my first time living completely on my own. But I absolutely sucked at doing classic studies and often believed myself to be the worst in class. I completed the semester but had been humbled by the experience of meeting a plethora of other, much more skillful artists than I. I had been dreaming of applying to The Animation Workshop's Bachelor program since middle school, but after two failed attempts and now a rather lackluster performance at The Drawing Academy, I didn't quite know where to go. After applying for a few universities I felt no motivation to be a part of, I accidentally stumbled over The Royal Academy in Copenhagen's website, in particular, their Game- and -Interaction design faculty. The faculty has changed names since, but at the time, it encompassed some of the aspects of Art and Media that I had really wanted to do for a living at that point: Concept Art. I applied and after two very stressful tests and a nerve-wracking interview, I was accepted into the Academy.

At the academy I first graduated a Bachelor's in Game- and -Interaction design, where I focused my attention on concept art, storytelling and project management. I would later continue my studies with a Master's degree from the same faculty, now narrowing my studies down into Art Direction and its subsequent topics.

During my master's I also officiated my business publicly. I had been working with art as a freelancer since STX, but my earnings from this venue was growing substancial enough that I had to register properly.

Today I still work freelance. My efforts are going into building my client-portfolio and getting a stable economy going by networking and doing odd-jobs here and there, whenever I'm not illustrating or teaching sporadically at least. I am in talks with another, smaller publisher with whom I have ties from my own network, and as is now - my first book(s) on Worldbuilding for fictional stories is well underway :)

Inspirational sources

For something a little more fun;

My inspirational sources range pretty far and wide. Having grown up in the late 1990's and early 2000s, I am of course partial to the styles of Disney, Dreamworks and whatever cartoons were on the television on the weekends. I found a particular interest in the more semi-realistic styles of the time, such as that seen in Dreamworks' 2D animated films (The Prince of Egypt, Road to El Dorado, Spirit, etc) However, as I have grown older I've found myself falling in love with slightly more abstract styles from the era, such as Genndy Tartakovsky's amazing work on Samurai Jack, or the bold shapes of Johnny Bravo. Lately, you might recognize a wealth of details inspired by the designs of Bioware's flagship series: Dragonage and Mass Effect. Which has dominated my approach since I began my studies at The Royal Academy.

semi-realism with bold shapes

My art predominantly leans into semi-realism. Not very different from some of the typical stuff you'd see in the 2D oriented media of today.

I typically go for a lower line mileage than higher. That is because I like to use my designs over multiple illustrations or in larger projects, and therefore need to lower the total time spent on the individual piece. However, to make my designs stand out despite the typical low detail level I like to use bold shapes to bring a character to life and make their sihlouette unique. This is usually done by working these shapes into the clothes of the character. I'm leaning more and more towards incorporating them into the anatomy as well, but currently I'm just too comfortable drawing characters with realistic bodies to really push for it. You can see these bold shapes come in in most of my works. An oversized coat for a very square sihlouette or a properly singed corset to narrow in the sihlouette and create an interesting negative space.

intentional pallettes

Like any other designer in my field ( I believe at least ) I make sure to pick my colours with intention, which is also a common design principle. What I mean by that is I pay attention to the symbolism and psychology linked to the colours I'm using. Such as the purple's link to mysticism and wisdom on one of my character design's for a mighty mage character.

But moreover, I also make sure to place my colours ( and values ) in a pattern that intentionally leads the eye through the design, so that I can control what to put in focus. Such as in this otherworldly design of a deity, that mixes features from all matters of mythological creatures across the world. Where the pale skin and gold centers the creature's core and face, but also draw attention to the crown of horns and claws.

I will often try to bring a colour down through the whole design so that it leads the eye through it. You can also see this done in this design with the light gray skin-tone carrying from the curled horns, down the face, the torso and along the thighs.

Small, Medium, Big Small, Medium, Big is another very common design principle that is very widespread in the design industry. Making sure that your design holds a balanced amount of small shapes, medium shapes and large shapes helps make your design seem cohesive from top to bottom. My ratio is typically around Big: 1, Medium: 2 and Small: 3, since I am not very big on details in my own designs. But you could feasibly get away with reversing it as long as you make it consistent in your design. Remember that the big shapes are that which will dominate your design's sihlouette, so use it intentionally and put it a place where it can add to the sihlouette.

Historical and cultural referencesl

As I began telling stories and designing as my career, I discovered the absolute joy it is to be interested in both Art Direction, History and Culture! You may think that you've thought up the craziest, weirdest, most violent design. But if you take a look at human history, or really just the world we live in, you might find that your design could be even wilder. The world is not as novel as many think.

I always start my research by trying to find the closest real-life analog to the subject I'm trying to design. If I'm looking to come up with a certain disease, I will look to history to find pandemics or epidemics to take reference from. Following real-life examples can help make your design more feasible, as it will follow the logic your audience recognizes from the real world. This goes for everything from sickness to monarchies to holidays, economic figures, animals, and murder cases.

At this point my favorite thing to do when designing is to simply dig into some documentaries, books and podcasts on real life topics and pick and chose what I like and combine it into something unique. (If you do this, remember that certain subjects such as: religions, cultural symbols, ideologically charged historical events, etc, will demand a very respectful approach. You don't want to be appropriating something, merely take inspiration from. More on this at a later date )

Symmetry vs asymmetry I -love- using symmetry and asymmetry in my design. Symmetry not only lowers line mileage by streamlining the silhouette but can give a sense of stability to your design. It looks uniform and harmonious. Maybe even a little conservative. Not much different from how shape language can work with more square shapes. Asymmetry provides a dynamic change to the design. This can be used to make your design seem more vibrant, and fun even. It adds visual drama that the eye attaches to immediately and can be a good way to lead the eye.

I typically use symmetric designs, not just for low milage, but to indicate a sense of calm in the design. While I use asymmetry for designs that are a little more radical. Sometimes: I'll even use a base of symmetry for the bulk of the design, but then add an accent of dramatic asymmetry to it to break up the monotony. This keeps the line mileage low, but the recognizability and the drama of the design high.

One main idea, two secondary ideas One of the things I most often tell my students and clients, is that they're trying to squeeze to many good ideas into one design. In my very humble opinion, a design can harbour 1 good idea. A main idea we'll call it. And then two-maybe-three smaller ideas. Kind of in the vein of Big, Medium, Small. It balances the design and communicates its purpose clearly, rather than drown it in details. This also allows you create many more designs by saving you on your valuable ideas rather than squish them all together in one design where half of it will not be recognized by the viewer. An infinitely useful approach if you create designs for a living and want to not run into seeming too samey' for re-using ideas from other designs.

Contrast in designs Just like intentionally using symmetry and asymmetry, I love using contrasts. Contrasts in a design create visual interest and draws the eye. it can also add drama to the silhouette, and make it more dynamic and recognizable. But it can also be used to tell us something about the character. As a contrast can enhance both aspects of what it's trying to contrast.

This design for an example (Excuse the very pallette): A slender, slightly femininely dressed mage in a long skirt and ornate corset, does not read like a type that would use his body for a lot of hands-on action. But then we add the massive, clawed gauntlet, and suddenly the gauntlet prompts us to ask what it might be used for? A mage is not typically seen brandishing armoured gauntlets. High-fashion diva's don't usually carry clunky equipment like that. Had the character been a knight we'd assume it was simply part of the armour. Making your audience ask questions about the nature of the design, that corresponds to the story you want to tell can be a great point of intrigue. Though of course, this must be done consciously, and knowingly of what questions your contrast might elicit.

Storytelling in design In the vein of asking questions, storytelling in a design is used in a somewhat similar fashion. Your design should tell the audience what it is, what it is used for, how it is used ( by using a principle known as 'Affordance' more on that in a later essay ). and who uses it. For characters these questions could be framed something like: Who are they? What do they do for a living? Where do they come from?

How you decide to answer these questions can vary greatly from design to design. It dips its toes into everything from shape language, to colour pallettes to the details you add to the design. I'm personally always laser-focused that the details I add to, for example, a character design, tells me something about the character itself. If it doesn't tell me anything in particular, I alter it to something that will, or remove it together. This is a way to bring a bit of economic thinking into my designs. Making sure that all my audience can see on a design, is relevant information for them to know. That is also one of the reasons (beyond low line mileage) that you will not see much excessive detail in my designs. I like to keep things to the point.

These, among a host of other principles which I do not want to bore you with right now, are those which I use to design. You can pick and chose what parts you agree with and what you Don't agree with and apply it to my feedback and my essays that are to come. If you want to know more about what I do, perhaps see a few more designs: you can visit my portfolios. I'll also gladly share more demonstrations of my own work in case of any questions but I'll let you guys ask for it rather than frontload you with it now. Once this post is up, we will dive into the submissions and some of the essays that will be coming up. I hope you enjoyed this slightly too long elaboration on my process, and I look forward to talk to you guys about the individual principles a little more in-depth.

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wandaluvstacos · 11 months

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Chapter 28 of Good Investment is now up on my Patreon!

Good Investment is available at the $5/month tier. People who pledge $5 a month have access to not only Good Investment but The Sponsors series (ongoing), Pretty Things (complete), May the Blood Run Pure (complete), and Kept Man (complete), along with the $1/month tier books, the Reflections trilogy (ongoing) and The Halfwife (ongoing).

Adri Schvaneveldt has always felt split between two worlds. In one world, they are the adopted child of a large and conservative Mormon family. In another, she is the CEO of a burgeoning fashion empire that pushes boundaries. But in order to be the latter, Adri first has to find the funding. After gaining a hefty following as a social media influencer/model, Adri has the potential customers– if they can get a reliable production model pounded out. And that means a bit of groveling at the feet of investors, most of who have never even heard the term “non-binary”.

But Adri lucks out with Gideon Snow, whose youth and open mind bring much needed funds to make Adri’s dream of diverse, accessible fashion a reality. Of course, lifting a newborn company to its feet is no small task, and late nights drive Adri to occasional stays at Gideon’s nearby house, where their relationship begins stretching beyond business. Adri knows they can’t put an entire business venture at risk for the turbulent whims of their heart. But reason doesn’t always win out.

Excerpt:

“Ah, here it is.” Gideon turned the laptop so Adri could see the screen. On it was a photo of him and Tiffany at a train station in Copenhagen, with Gideon in his newly-acquired bomber jacket.

“This is you?” Adri asked, leaning in closer to see the picture. “You’ve got long hair and a beard!”

“My Jesus days, yeah.”

Adri giggled, finding immense pleasure in this. “You look very punk rock. What happened to that?” They gave Gideon a pointed once-over.

“Ah. Well, you see, there is an age at which every white man takes a good hard look at a cardigan sweater and thinks—I will look good in that.”

Adri snorted, then started laughing, resting one hand on his arm as they used the other to half-cover their mouth. They were so fucking cute. The only reason Gideon told half of his stupid jokes was to make pretty girls laugh. He was glad he hadn’t yet aged out of it.

“You do look good in cardigan sweaters though,” Adri chuckled.

“That’s your Mormon damage talking.”

Adri laughed again, snorting a little.

“Anyway, this was how I dressed back then. And that’s the jacket.”

“I can see why you liked it. You look very dashing.”

“Thank you.”

“And that’s Tiffany?” Adri asked, pointing to the similarly bearded person standing beside Gideon, though she’d shaved her head down to a buzzcut at the time.

“Yeah.”

“How’d you two meet?”

“I used to hang out at this coffee shop that a lot of Americans would go to. She was a year older than me and in a study-abroad program, so we met there. We had a lot in common, beyond just a shared interest in computers. She’d grown up in rural Idaho with prepper parents. They were big conspiracy nuts and they homeschooled her up until high school, so she was sheltered and sort of an outcast like me. She dropped out of college and decided to stay in the Netherlands with me, so we went to the university there together.” As he spoke, Adri flipped through the files in the folder, most of which showed Gideon’s travels at the time. Tiffany was in some of them, but so were a lot of other friends that Gideon had fallen out of touch with. In one, Gideon straddled a bike with a pretty brunette riding sidesaddle on the back, her purse cradled in her lap.

“Who’s that?” Adri asked with a lifted eyebrow.

“Ah. Chloé. My girlfriend at the time. She was French. She barely spoke any English, and I barely spoke any French. But it’s fine, cuz we honestly didn’t do much talking.”

Adri snorted. “Ah. I see.”

“It’s a good thing, too, because I think the only reason she liked me is because she didn’t have a fucking clue what I was saying.” It had been a long time since Gideon had thought about her. She was fun and he’d enjoyed their time together, but he’d hardly known anything about her except how to finger her to orgasm in the bathroom of a train to Turin, Italy. Valuable knowledge, sure, but he couldn’t even recall her last name.

“Sounds like you were quite the Casanova.”

“I was a goofball American kid up to do anything with anyone. You find people to hang out with pretty easily.”

“It sounds amazing. I’m a little jealous. While you were off traversing Europe at nineteen, I was stuck trying to talk to strangers in the DC area about Joseph Smith.”

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greekroyalfamily · 9 months

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Happy 27 th birthday to HRH Princess Maria-Olympia of Greece and Denmark (born 25 July 1996)

She is a fashion model, socialite and member of the non-reigning Greek royal family. She is the oldest child and only daughter of Pavlos, Crown Prince of Greece, and his wife, Marie-Chantal Miller. Her paternal grandparents are Constantine II of Greece and Anne-Marie of Denmark, who were the last King and Queen of the Hellenes, while her maternal grandfather is duty free entrepreneur Robert Warren Miller.

Princess Maria-Olympia of Greece and Denmark was born on 25 July 1996 at Weill Cornell Medical Center in New York City to Pavlos, Crown Prince of Greece, and his wife, Marie-Chantal. She was baptized in the Greek Orthodox Church by Patriarch Bartholomew I of Constantinople at the Church of St. George in Istanbul, Turkey, on 22 December 1996.Her godparents are her paternal aunt Princess Alexia of Greece and Denmark, her maternal aunt Pia Getty, her grandfather's second cousin Charles III, and Prince Michael of Greece and Denmark. Her family relocated to London, where she spent most of her childhood. She is the older sister of Prince Constantine-Alexios, Prince Achileas-Andreas, Prince Odysseas Kimon, and Prince Aristidis-Stavros.

The princess herself uses the name Olympia in everyday life.

Olympia of Greece attended her first couture show around the age of 11 in Rome together with her parents.

She studied art history, theatre, photography, and graphic design while in boarding school in Switzerland with hopes of pursuing a career in art or fashion.She interned in Dior's couture department, at the age of 17.

In 2016, Maria-Olympia studied photography at Parsons School of Design in New York. It was reported that she was romantically involved with her godfather's son and third cousin once removed Prince Harry, but a senior official representative of the British Royal Family denied the rumors. In April 2016, Maria-Olympia posed alongside two of her first cousins, Isabel Getty and Princess Talita von Fürstenberg in a Vanity Fair feature.As of 2021 she is in a relationship with Peregrine Pearson, the son and heir of Michael Pearson, 4th Viscount Cowdray.

She revealed she has dyslexia in an interview with Tatler.

Maria-Olympia registered at college in New York in the fall of 2015.In 2019 she completed her studies with a degree from New York University's Gallatin School of Individualized Study in Fashion Business and Marketing.

She has modeled for Teen Vogue, Town & Country, Tatler, Hello!, ¡Hola!,and W In June 2017, Maria-Olympia walked the runway for Dolce & Gabbana.She has also modeled for Michael Kors.She became the face for Pretty Ballerinas's Spring/Summer 2019 collection.

Using her name Olympia the Saks Potts S/S 2019 show during Copenhagen Fashion Week in August 2018 was named OLYMPIA after her and opened by the princess herself as the first model on the stage.

She revealed she has dyslexia in an interview with Tatler.

Using her name Olympia the Saks Potts S/S 2019 show during Copenhagen Fashion Week in August 2018 was named OLYMPIA after her and opened by the princess herself as the first model on the stage.

Χρόνια πολλά για τα 27α γενέθλια στην ΑΒΥ Πριγκίπισσα Μαρία-Ολυμπία της Ελλάδας και της Δανίας (γεν. 25 Ιουλίου 1996)

Η Μαρία Ολυμπία είναι μοντέλο μόδας, κοινωνικά και μέλος της ελληνικής βασιλικής οικογένειας. Είναι το μεγαλύτερο παιδί και μοναχοκόρη του Παύλου, διαδόχου της Ελλάδας, και της συζύγου του, Μαρί-Σαντάλ. Οι παππούδες της από τον πατέρα της είναι ο Κωνσταντίνος Β' της Ελλάδας και η Άννα Μαρία της Δανίας, που ήταν ο τελευταίος βασιλιάς και βασίλισσα των Ελλήνων, ενώ ο παππούς της από τη μητέρα της είναι ο επιχειρηματίας Ρόμπερτ Γουόρεν Μίλερ.

Η πριγκίπισσα Μαρία-Ολυμπία της Ελλάδας και της Δανίας γεννήθηκε στις 25 Ιουλίου 1996 στο Ιατρικό Κέντρο Weill Cornell στη Νέα Υόρκη από τον Παύλο, διάδοχο της Ελλάδας, και τη σύζυγό του, Μαρί-Σαντάλ. Βαπτίστηκε στην Ελληνική Ορθόδοξη Εκκλησία από τον Πατριάρχη Κωνσταντινουπόλεως Βαρθολομαίο Α' στην Εκκλησία του Αγίου Γεωργίου στην Κωνσταντινούπολη, Τουρκία, στις 22 Δεκεμβρίου 1996. Νονοί της είναι η θεία της από τον πατέρα της Πριγκίπισσα Αλεξία της Ελλάδας και της Δανίας, η θεία της από την πλευρά της μητέρας της Pia Getty, ο δεύτερος ξάδερφος του παππου της Πρίγκιπας Μιχάηλ της Ελλάδας και Δανίας .

Η οικογένειά της μετακόμισε στο Λονδίνο, όπου πέρασε το μεγαλύτερο μέρος της παιδικής της ηλικίας. Είναι η μεγαλύτερη αδερφή του πρίγκιπα Κωνσταντίνου-Αλεξίου, του πρίγκιπα Αχιλλέα-Ανδρέα, του πρίγκιπα Οδυσσέα Κίμωνα και του πρίγκιπα Αριστείδη-Σταύρου.

Η ίδια η πριγκίπισσα χρησιμοποιεί το όνομα Ολυμπία στην καθημερινή ζωή.

Η Ολυμπία της Ελλάδος παρακολούθησε το πρώτο της σόου ραπτικής γύρω στα 11 της στη Ρώμη μαζί με τους γονείς της.

Σπούδασε ιστορία τέχνης, θέατρο, φωτογραφία και γραφιστική ενώ φοιτούσε σε οικοτροφείο στην Ελβετία με τις ελπίδες να ακολουθήσει μια καριέρα στην τέχνη ή τη μόδα. Έκανε πρακτική στο τμήμα ραπτικής του Dior, σε ηλικία 17 ετών.

Το 2016, η Μαρία-Ολυμπία σπούδασε φωτογραφία στο Parsons School of Design στη Νέα Υόρκη. Αναφέρθηκε ότι είχε ρομαντική σχέση με τον γιο του νονού της και τον τρίτο ξάδερφό της τον πρίγκιπα Χάρι, αλλά ένας ανώτερος επίσημος εκπρόσωπος της βρετανικής βασιλικής οικογένειας διέψευσε τις φήμες. Τον Απρίλιο του 2016, η Μαρία-Ολυμπία πόζαρε μαζί με δύο από τα πρώτα της ξαδέρφια, την Isabel Getty και την πριγκίπισσα Talita von Fürstenberg σε μια ταινία Vanity Fair. Από το 2021 είναι σε σχέση με τον Peregrine Pearson, τον γιο και κληρονόμο του Michael Pearson, 4ου Viscount Cowdray.

Αποκάλυψε ότι έχει δυσλεξία σε συνέντευξή της στο Tatler.

Η Μαρία-Ολυμπία εγγράφηκε στο κολέγιο της Νέας Υόρκης το φθινόπωρο του 2015. Το 2019 ολοκλήρωσε τις σπουδές της με πτυχίο από το Gallatin School of Individualized Study in Fashion Business and Marketing του Πανεπιστημίου της Νέας Υόρκης.

Έχει κάνει μοντέλο για τις Teen Vogue, Town & Country, Tatler, Hello!, ¡Hola!, και W Τον Ιούνιο του 2017, η Maria-Olympia περπάτησε στην πασαρέλα των Dolce & Gabbana. Έχει επίσης κάνει μοντέλο για τον Michael Kors. Έγινε το πρόσωπο για τη συλλογή Άνοιξη/Καλοκαίρι 2019 των Pretty Ballerinas.

Χρησιμοποιώντας το όνομά της Olympia, η επίδειξη Saks Potts S/S 2019 κατά τη διάρκεια της Εβδομάδας Μόδας της Κοπεγχάγης τον Αύγουστο του 2018 ονομάστηκε OLYMPIA από αυτήν και άνοιξε από την ίδια την πριγκίπισσα ως το πρώτο μοντέλο στη σκηνή

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