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spaceshipellie · 11 months

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we were never just friends

ellie williams x reader

part four (part one, part two, part three)

summary: modern!ellie, both in their mid twenties. ellie and reader have been friends for years, their friendship has always been somewhat flirty but nothing has ever happened. not yet anyway…

warnings: angst, fluff, smut, eating out and fingering (r receiving), scissoring, ellie and reader being saps, minors and ageless blogs dni

author’s note: this is the last part 😪 i’ve had so much fun writing this and all of the lovely comments and reblogs have made me giddy tbh i really appreciate them 🩷

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“i slept with ellie.”

there was silence after you spoke. you could hear a pin drop. you couldn’t even detect an emotion on kate’s face, she just stared blankly at you.

“kate,” you whispered, trying to jog her to say something.

“i heard you.”

another silent pause.

“i’m really sorry.”

“are you?” she snapped.

“yes! i know this is really fucked up but–“

“but what? please tell me why you thought now was a good time to say something.”

“i tried,” your voice sounded pathetic, knowing she was right but you still attempted to explain yourself.

“i tried to tell you before and i wanted to tell you as soon as i got home but you were at your parents and i didn’t want to call i wanted to tell you in person and…” everything you said came out in one hurried breath.

“…and, i know it’s useless but i am sorry.”

kate looked down at the ground, her jaw clenched and she just slowly nodded, taking in every word.

“do you regret it?”

“i-“ you really thought your voice would follow through with a sentence but it didn’t.

“you know, i think if you were really sorry, and really regretted it, you would have tried harder to fucking tell me, but you didn’t.”

“kate.”

“no, just stop,” she paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts whilst you just stood there, afraid to speak.

“i think you love her.”

you felt like you’d just been shot.

“what?!”

“why do you seem so shocked? you do, don’t you?”

“no, i…” you sighed, defeated, “she’s my best friend.”

“yeah.” kate’s voice was quiet.

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— ellie’s pov —

your flight was leaving soon and you hadn’t said anything to ellie about telling kate. she knew you were going to but the wait was killing her. then again, it wasn’t her relationship so she couldn’t expect you to tell kate. what if you’d changed your mind? what if you wanted to make things work and just forget everything that happened at the weekend? what if you didn’t want to see ellie anymore because it was too awkward?

she was pacing around her bedroom, panicking. she sent you a text to say have a safe flight then immediately muttered “you fucking idiot” to herself and threw her phone at the bed so hard that it bounced off and landed on her guitar amp. the screen cracked and most of it went black. fucking perfect, she thought. just what i need. a stupid broken phone.

her thoughts felt claustrophobic as they shouted at her from every direction. she just wanted to know what you were thinking. how you were feeling. were you feeling as worked up about this as she was? what were you doing right now? why were you still going on this holiday? maybe you didn’t go and any minute now you’d burst through the door.

a little time had passed, about four songs to be exact whilst ellie tried to drown her mind out with angry music. you weren’t bursting through the door and her text only said sent and not delivered. you had to be on that fucking plane. ellie turned the volume up, nearly to the point where her eardrums hurt.

why did you have to make her feel this way? why did you have to be so sweet, and kind, and pretty, and funny, and smart, and loving, and the best person she had ever met. it was actually pissing her off. how fucking dare you be all of those things, then kiss her, fuck her, and leave like it was nothing? it was fucking bullshit.

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— your pov —

you couldn’t get a flight home until two days after you’d made your confession and it was agony. you and kate had broken up that night but had to still share the same hotel room as they were fully booked. however, during the day you did your own thing. which is why you were now sat in some random cafe alone, depressingly sipping on a milkshake.

“boy trouble?” you heard a voice right by you. were they talking to you? you quizzically flicked your eyes from staring down into your drink to look up at this older woman behind the counter. she was giving you a sympathetic smile. did you really look that sad?

“not technically,” you grumbled.

“technically? honey, it’s either a bad situation or it isn’t.” she laughed.

you slurped the end of your drink, the straw making a loud noise.

“i’m having girl trouble.”

the woman hummed in acknowledgment.

“let me get you another one of those, i’ll be right back.”

she made you a new milkshake and placed it in front of you.

“now, what’s troubling ya?”

you didn’t know if you wanted to explain it all to this random stranger, considering it was all quite fresh. but then you thought, hey, you could do with getting it off your chest and you would probably never see this person again so why the hell not. you took in a breath before you spoke.

“i cheated on my girlfriend with my best friend who i think i’m in love with but now i’m on holiday with said girlfriend who is no longer my girlfriend because on our second day here i told her about it and now i’m stuck here until tomorrow waiting to fly home.”

your voice came out very matter of factly and the woman, who was leaning on the counter, blinked a few times, processing.

“gosh,” she said.

“i know,” you sipped your drink.

“darlin’ you’ve got yourself in quite a mess here.”

“you think?” your eyes widened to emphasise the sarcasm.

“so where is the girl-sorry, ex girlfriend?”

“no idea, but we still have to share a hotel room until we leave.”

“oof. where is this best friend?”

“at home in wyoming.”

“when did… it happen? if you don’t mind me asking.”

“at the weekend.”

“damn.”

“i’m fucked, aren’t i.”

the woman took in a breath to gather her thoughts.

“maybe, maybe not. depends on what you want out of this.”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean, this friend of yours, you said you think you love her?”

“ye–i mean, i don’t kn–fuck, yes. yes i do.”

“and,” she dragged the word out, “do you think she loves you too?”

you shrugged and slapped your arms down on the counter.

“i don’t know! every time we try and talk about it it’s like we’ve forgotten how to fucking speak! i don’t know what to do!” your voice had gotten louder and more shrill. other people in the cafe could definitely hear you now if they wanted to pay attention. the woman smiled the way a mother would at her teenage daughter going through her first heartbreak.

“honey, i think you need to tell her how you feel.”

you took another sip, pausing.

“but what if she doesn’t feel the same?”

“then at least you’ll know.”

you grumbled, taking another sip.

“have you spoken to her whilst you’ve been out here?” you immediately felt a pang of guilt.

“no.”

the woman patted your hand.

“you can’t run from it forever, honey.”

once again your straw made a gurgling sound as you finished your milkshake.

“it’s on the house.”

“what? no, it’s fine, i can pay.”

“nope. this one’s on me, i insist.”

“are you my fairy godmother or something?” you laughed.

the woman laughed too and jokingly put her hands up in surrender before leaning them back down on the counter.

“just an old gal who wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“thank you, i really appreciate it.”

you smiled at each other before she walked off out the back. you decided to stop being a wimp and messaged ellie.

you

11:36am

hey els, hope you’re ok. i just wanted to tell you that i told kate, we broke up, but i can’t get home until tomorrow night. can we please talk when i get back?

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you found an array of things to fill your day with but everything was coated in a fresh layer of anxiety because ellie had not replied. she might be busy, she might be working, she has a life, you thought. either that or she hates you.

you and kate barely spoke when you went to bed. it was incredibly awkward and you questioned whether or not you should have gotten a second room in a different hotel but for only two nights it still seemed like a stupid expense. you just had to get through this, then you could maybe put this whole thing to rest.

when you woke up the next day, kate was already gone. your flight was at 4pm so you’d see her soon enough to go to the airport. what a shit show, you thought. you rubbed your eyes and grabbed your phone. still no text from ellie. the anxiety in the pit in your stomach hadn’t let up. this was really out of character for her, she’d never gone this long without replying to you. sure, she was pretty useless with her phone in general but never with you.

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“come on, we need to go,” kate huffed, checking her watch as she stood in the doorway of your hotel room.

“yeah yeah, i’m coming.”

the taxi drive was dead silent. the wait at the airport was dead silent, both of you just putting headphones on. you tried to sleep on the four hour flight but it just wasn’t happening. having to sit still was bad enough.

when you landed and were standing outside with your suitcases, you both stopped and looked at each other.

“i’m not gonna pretend like this isn’t really awkward,” kate spoke first.

“yeah,” you lightly kicked the ground, “again, i’m sorry about all this.”

“me too.” more silence.

“well, goodbye,” she said, her voice lifeless and sad.

“bye.” and with that she left. it all felt very weird and you felt sad. more so because you had hurt kate in a way you didn’t intend to, but what was done had been done and you could only really focus now on what lay ahead.

you got back to your apartment just after 9pm and threw your stuff down, not wanting to deal with it. you checked your phone again. still no reply.

“right, i can’t take this,” you muttered to yourself and aimlessly grabbed your phone and jacket before heading over to ellie’s place. on the walk over you tried to prepare what you were going to say.

“ellie, i need to tell you that–no, no…ellie, this whole thing has made me realise i–fuck,” you were getting frustrated. someone walked by and gave you a strange look as you were talking to yourself in public but you didn’t care and gave them a strange look back. you reached her place and tried to call her to tell her you were outside. voicemail. excellent. you buzzed the apartment intercom, over and over and over until you gave up. nothing. she wasn’t home.

“fuck this,” you cursed, wracking your brain for where she could be. it was a saturday night. hazy’s, you thought.

you beelined there and of course, it was busy. you couldn’t see her so you pushed your way to the bar. a familiar guitar riff played in the background. the band you went to see together were playing again. how stupidly poetic.

“nadine!” you called. she span around.

“hey! i thought you were supposed to be in california?”

“i am, i mean i was, look it’s a long story. have you seen ellie?”

“yeah, she’s here somewhere…oh, she’s over there,” nadine pointed.

you thanked her quickly before rushing over. you caught sight of her over someone’s shoulder but when she came into full view you saw a girl talking to her.

you felt sick. it’s too late, you thought. she hated you and she wanted to move on from it. although, she didn’t look the way she usually did when she was flirting with girls in bars, she kind of looked bored, so maybe everything was fine. you told yourself whatever story you wanted to hear and walked up to her.

“ellie.” her head snapped to look at you. her face looked confused but also…hopeful?

“what the fuck, how are you here?”

“who’s this?” the girl chimed in. you stared at her wishing she would fuck off. you knew you were one to talk but the feeling still stood.

you and ellie both said, “i’m her,” and “she’s my,” at the same time before pausing.

“you’re my what?” her eyes fixated on you.

“please can we just talk?”

“sure,” she said, pushing herself off the wall she had been leaning against and walking towards you. the girl rolled her eyes and disappeared.

you started to walk outside, ellie following behind. your palms felt clammy and your stomach felt like it was about to burst as you still had no idea where to start. once outside and out of the way of anyone you stopped and turned to face her.

“ok ok ok,” you chanted to yourself before leading with, “i’ve been trying to come up with the right way to say this but–“

“where’s kate?” she interrupted.

“she went home.” you felt nervous at how she suddenly sounded a bit pissed off.

“why are you back from california?”

“why would i stay there?” you questioned, confused.

“i don’t know, maybe because you were so excited to go on some romantic fucking getaway with your girlfriend where you’ve probably been fucking and–“

“ellie,” you shouted, trying to get her to stop, “i haven’t, i mean we didn’t do anything! i swear.”

“then why did you go?” she yelled.

“i fucking panicked, i–ok i’m not gonna try and excuse it because that was shitty of me but also why have you been ignoring me?”

“i haven’t been ignoring you.”

“you have, ellie, i messaged you ages ago and you never fucking replied!”

“i broke my phone.”

“when?”

“wednesday.”

“ellie, it’s saturday, why didn’t you get it fixed?”

“i don’t know! i haven’t gotten around to it, anyway does that matter?!”

“yes because if you did then you’d know that i told kate, we broke up a couple days ago, i’m never gonna see her again, i’ve had the worst few days of my life thinking you hated me and didn’t wanna talk and i know it’s all my fault and i’m a fucking idiot but–“

she kissed you.

her warm hands grabbed your face and she kissed you, hard.

you broke apart, gasping for air, her hands still on your face and yours holding her bent elbows for stability as you felt like you could honestly collapse in a heap.

“i don’t think i’ve ever fucked up this colossally in my entire life. well, except for that time i crashed my car into a–“

“will you shut up?” she smirked.

“yeah, no, yeah, sorry.” you stuttered and she kissed you again.

your hands tangled themselves in her hair and hers traveled down to your waist, pulling you tight against her.

“take me home?” you mumbled into it. she smiled and grabbed your hand, practically running back to your place, only because it was closer than hers.

her hands were all over you as you fumbled with the keys to get into your apartment. as soon as the door slammed shut she pushed you up against the nearest wall. you moaned as your back hit it.

“you’ve been driving me insane,” ellie mumbled against your lips.

“i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“oh yeah? tell me what you thought about.” she started kissing your neck, her hand slipping under your top to touch your waist.

“your hands,” your cheeks felt hot. she slipped her other hand down to squeeze your ass and chuckled when it made you lean your hips into her.

“anything else?”

“ellie,” you pleaded, feeling embarrassed.

“i wanna know.”

“ok, i thought about how fucking annoying you are when you-“ you yelped as she grabbed your thighs, picking you up, your legs wrapping tightly around her.

she hastily made her way to the sofa and sat down so that you were now straddling her lap. your hands tugged at her hair as you kissed, making her groan. her hands grabbed your ass, making you grind into her. they then slide up your back, pushing your top up as she mumbled, “take it off.”

you ripped your top off and as you’d been traveling all day you hadn’t bothered with a bra so your tits were already out, pressing against her. her hands never left your body as she moved them to cup your boobs, squeezing and brushing her thumbs over your nipples.

“take your jeans off.”

you smirked and climbed off her lap and stood before her. you slowly started to unzip your jeans and slip your thumbs beneath the waist band, ready to push them down. her eyes were gazing all over your body as she licked her lips. you took your time pushing your jeans and underwear down just to tease her. the second they were off she leaned forward and grabbed you, pulling you back onto her straddling her lap.

“you’re eager,” you teased.

“don’t,” she laughed slightly before kissing you. she knew she was but she didn’t care. her hand glided down your back, going over the curve of your ass before you felt her fingers slightly part your wet folds.

you instinctively pushed your body further into hers and she dipped a finger in, slowly moving it in and out with ease. you moaned against her mouth.

“more.”

“now who’s eager.”

your hands gripped her shoulders harder in warning. she fingered you for a little longer until she suddenly moved her hand away, gave your ass a light tap and said, “sit on my face, baby.”

you both wasted no time getting into position as she lied back on the sofa and you hovered over her face. she wrapped her hands around your thighs and pulled you down, licking a long stripe up your cunt.

“fuck, you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do this.”

her words made you try and squeeze your thighs together but her hands held them tightly in place. her tongue swirled circles on your clit making you breathlessly let out a string of curses.

your knuckles were turning white as you gripped the back of the sofa and you struggled to hold your body upright with how good she was making you feel. so good in fact you didn’t notice that she had moved one of her hands off your thigh until you felt her finger slip into your dripping cunt again. she curled it and worked it inside you alongside the torment of her tongue on your clit.

“oh fuck i’m gonna come.”

she kept her rhythm as your orgasm washed over you. your body went limp above her and she moved her hand up to your waist to support you as you shuffled back down her body. you gave her a tired, sloppy kiss.

“why am i always naked before you?”

“it’s hot,” she laughed.

she then sat up, pushing you up to be in her lap again before saying you should move to your bedroom. you giddily nodded and she pinched your ass as she followed you. she was walking so close her front was practically against your back anyway.

as soon as the bed was in sight she spun you around and kissed you before pushing you back onto it. you giggled as you leant on your forearms looking up at her as she started taking her clothes off. once naked, she leaned over you, lips back on yours, helping you shuffle up the bed. your hands were raking down her back emitting a moan from her. she was then pushing your legs apart and positioning herself so that your cunts were pressed together. you both let out a loud moan as she started rocking her hips.

“fuck, baby,” she groaned.

“feels so good, el.”

her fingertips were digging into your skin, supporting herself as she fucked herself into you. the sounds that filled the room were animalistic and filthy.

“i’m gonna come,” her voice cracked. the sight of her struggling to keep her eyes open above you was enough to send you into your next orgasm.

“m-me too.”

she collapsed on top of you, her face buried in your neck and you trailed your fingertips up and down her back, both of you panting. after you both took a moment to catch your breath she lifted her head to look at you.

“you’re so fucking beautiful,” she said, brushing a piece of hair away from your face.

“so are you,” you smiled, which made her blush.

“stop,” she laughed.

“you always get so weird when i compliment you but sorry baby, you really are.”

she closed her eyes for a second and subtly nodded, accepting it. you took her hand and started absentmindedly playing with her rings. you both looked at each other for a moment, taking in the fact that you were here again, in each other’s arms, but this time it was different. you didn’t have to worry about anything. you could just enjoy it.

“ellie,” you started, suddenly feeling that anxious pit in your stomach again.

“yeah?”

“i think…i think i love you.”

there. you’d said it. you had stopped being afraid and you’d told her.

“actually i think i always have.” your voice was soft and her eyes melted. she placed a light, loving kiss on your lips.

“i think i’ve always loved you too.”

you both laughed but this time you didn’t have to shush yourselves. she suddenly started attacking you with kisses all over your face and neck and you laughed louder.

“can’t believe we wasted all that fucking time,” you joked. she smiled.

“i guess we better make up for it.”

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saintmeghanmarkle · 4 months

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Meghan invited celebrity strangers to her wedding. Catherine included people she knew including the village post master, and stood by him during the post office scandal. This tells you everything

It’s the small things.

Many in the UK would by now be familiar with the British Post Office scandal, in which sub-post masters were wrongly accused of theft due to errors in the Horizon computer system. The scandal has gained public attention after the ITVx series Mr Bates Vs The Post Office premiered on the 1st of January. (https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-56718036.amp)

One of those sub-post masters included shopkeeper Hasmukh Shingadia, who Catherine invited to her wedding along with his wife Chandrika.

Hasmukh recalls giving Doritos and Haribos to Kate and her sister Pippa when they were teenagers. Later he remembers Prince William himself popping by the store.

When Hasmukh was charged with theft, Catherine and her family stood by him and continued to buy at his store. Now his conviction is overturned along with many others. (https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.thesun.co.uk/news/25303536/kate-middleton-stands-by-postmaster-scandal/amp/)

I cannot imagine Meghan deigning to recognise a village shopkeeper. She didn’t even invite her family or any of her childhood friends, instead choosing to fill the seats with celebrities she barely knew and who hardly acknowledge her now.

How empty her and Harry’s life must be! They have to buy their way in to events. There is nothing real in their lives; no connection to people. All I see is a love of all things material and superficial.

What they can’t buy is a good reputation and the love of people around them. Some day, it will come back to haunt them.

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sassyfrassboss · 2 years

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Meghan Musings and A Novel

Be prepared because this is long but I just wanted to get a few ideas out there of what I think Meghan's moves will be PR/ Interview wise when she returns to the states.

Meghan and Post Funeral

So there is some new Tea I posted from an Anon who claims to know a divorce is in the works. Now I have always felt that Harry and Meghan would eventually divorce. I assumed it would have happened by now but I think COVID threw a wrench in those plans.

Now, we know Meghan loves nothing more than to talk about herself and everything she has suffered since birth. She is the perpetual victim.

There has been a ton of drama this past week and as we know, Meghan isn’t one to pass up an opportunity to talk about how hard life is and how much she suffers at the hands of the BRF.

After all of the ups and downs, we can all admit that Meghan has some juicy new material for her return to the US.

Now, I am beyond surprised she has been contained as much as she has. Similar to the Jubilee. Harry and her were able to get their own entrance and processional walk but that ended with second row middle seats which was embarrassing to say the least.

But, since last Thursday, even before actually, she has brand new material that she can twist to her own narrative to start whatever next campaign she wants. Whether it is divorce or continued accusations of racism and bullying at the hands of the BRF.

I am going to list some thoughts of where I think she will go.

Harry and Meghan made it clear through PR that they were not going to visit his family while they were in the UK for their 3 day stint. We were told that they were not willing to move forward until William apologized for his actions towards the couple.

Now I am not surprised but this at all. Meghan AND Harry have made it clear from 2018 that William was a thorn in their sides. In Bower’s book, he made it clear that Meghan tried to wrestle control of the Royal Foundation from William which was denied. Then William was said to have gotten into an argument with Harry over Meghan’s treatment of their staff which was unacceptable. We often saw articles were that William was behind leaks of issues, though we knew the truth of who was leaking. We also knew that William was said to be behind the reason that H&M were not given their own court nor the apartment in KP. As the articles proceeded to get worse, the more we realized that the brothers were no longer on speaking terms which was confirmed by Harry’s admission in the SA doc. We also can assume from the Oprah interview with Meghan’s attacks on Kate and Harry talking about his strained relationship with William that things are not good. Then we got the claim of racism from Meghan and it was heavily hinted, and then later pushed by the Squad, that the person was William. So it is VERY fair to say that the focus of much of Meghan’s anger is directed at William. Maybe he turned down her advances or he told her exactly what he thought of her, but we know there is no love lost there.

So here is what I am thinking. Upon their return to the states in the next few days. Meghan is going to amp up her anti-William PR. Him being announced as the Prince of Wales 24 hours later most likely sent her into shock. William making it clear that HE invited H&M on the walkabout and HE was the one in control will not sit well with Meghan.

So William will be a target. His title of Prince of Wales will be called into question, Gayle King has already tried this. William’s estate will be compared to slave owners or some such nonsense. He will also be accused of being mean to Meghan.

Meghan will go after William and attack him at all angles.

So we know that The Queen died hours before it was announced. It is said she had already passed before William and the rest of the family landed in Scotland. Harry and Meghan were said to be on their way earlier that morning. We later found out that Charles told Harry this was no place for Meghan and that Harry was not welcomed on the jet with William. So before Harry landed, it was announced to the world, The Queen was dead.

Meghan is going to attack Charles and William over this.

One thing she will claim is that Harry and her were on their way to meet the jet and were told they weren’t welcomed. Later it was clear Harry was welcome but not Meghan cause you know, racism.

It will be claimed that the family is so angry and jealous over Harry’s close relationship with TQ that he was kept purposely in the dark about TQ’s health and the actual truth of her condition.

Meghan will claim that Harry returned early the next morning because William and Charles were mean and unwelcoming and that Harry was forced to return because it was made clear he was not welcome.

The King’s speech the next day naming William Prince of Wales took everyone by surprise. Meghan probably more than most.

Meghan is going to claim that is was NOT the time to make such an announcement and how hard it was for Harry to witness his brother being made PoW while Harry was relegated to the states.

She will say the tie was for mourning not for titles.

There will be a complaint that Archie and Lilibet should have received titles at the same time.

The walkabout on Saturday with William and Catherine where we all witnessed Catherine’s ice cold stare.

Meghan is going to talk about how she was pressured by “The Firm” into attending that walkabout when all she wanted to do was grieve and support her husband but yet she was FORCED to be among the people, who booed her in June, and shake hands and play nice with Brits and the very press that called her children the “N” word.

She will talk about how Catherine either apologized to her or Catherine was mean to her and rubbed her new titles and wealth in Meghan’s face.

Meghan’s kids.

I think she will try and say she was wanting to return to the states for the kids and then fly back for the funeral but the family told her she would be needed daily for events and then dis-invited her. Which will lead again to rumors that the BRF don’t want her mixed race kids to be seen.

She might also say that she didn’t want her kids there because she cannot trust the family.

Doria was going to bring the kids over but the family told Meghan Doria would not be welcomed at the funeral/events nor would the children. This is when we will hear about Zara’s kids and husband at the vigil. Or the other spouses and great-grandchildren.

The State Reception on Sunday that Meghan and Harry were said to be invited to, via Omid, but later dis-invited. However, palace sources say they were never invited.

Meghan will claim that they were told they were invited and that the press (Omid) would not have released that information unless it was fact.

Again, claims of racism and jealousy. She will say that they are so popular world-wide, the rest of the BRF was terrified that the focus would be on them instead of The Queen. She will also say that other ½ in ½ out royals were there so this was pure racism and favoritism.

Harry’s Uniform was obviously a hot topic.

I think she will say that Harry didn’t care even though he DESERVED it more than William and the others. She is going to make Harry out to be kind and compassionate and giving up his earned right because of stupid protocol even though The King could change the rule.

When the rules changed for the Vigil it was only because Harry had to be the sacrificial lamb so that the focus wasn’t on Andrew.

She will claim she wanted to be in attendance as is due her style as DoS and wife but Catherine was busy and the BRF refused to allow her cause you know, racism and hierarchy and titles.

The seating for the funeral. Whatever it is, she will complain.

Not getting any of TQ’s jewelry to wear cause you know, racism.

Having to ride with Sophie instead of Kate cause Kate is SO jelly of her.

The Wales kids attending the funeral (if the do) and her kids not being allowed to because the optics of mixed race kids.

No one wished Harry a happy birthday.

NOW we move on to what if she tries to start the divorce narrative when she returns…here are some bullet points.

She was forced to remain in the UK for a traumatic event and she couldn’t even have her kids near her because of racism and Harry refused to allow her to bring them. Or she kept her kids away because she didn't want the family to use them as props even though they are racist.

We will hear how she had to remain in a place that brought her so much heartache and trauma. Here is the place she contemplated killing herself and she HAS to remain for the very family and husband who failed to support her.

She was kept in the back or at the end because Kate was jealous of her and Harry refused to fight for Meghan.

Harry was more upset over his uniform and what events they were invited to while Meghan just wanted to grieve this amazing lady.

Meghan wanted to return to get the kids but Harry refused to allow her to.

Having to do the walkabout brought up her trauma from the press and she was terrified because she didn’t want to do it but Harry forced her to.

These are just a few thought and ideas I had because it does fit her typical PR narrative from years past.

Let me know what y'all think.

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Sorry, I’m a swiftie so I just feel the need to clarify all the fake quotes and tweets going around. I found this article from 2014 where Taylor was quoted saying that she would would have love to have met Kate when asked about the night she sang with William. She also says that William and Kate are the perfect couple and looking at them makes her happy. It’s also where that quote about singing with William again and remembering that night until she’s “very, very old” comes from.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/home/event/article-2549447/amp/Taylor-Swift-THAT-duet-Prince-William.html

As far as I know she hasn’t spoken about Will&Kate since then. Although there were like weird articles in 2021 that says they were meeting for some secret project. As a swiftie and a W&K stan, that still baffles me tbh and I think about that a lot lol. I would definitely love if Taylor and Kate ever interact. But yea all this stuff about Taylor inviting them to her show doesn’t seem reliable

Thanks!

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Album Review: 'GUTS' - Olivia Rodrigo

I admit, I didn’t jump on the Olivia Rodrigo train right away.

I kinda dismissed her debut single ‘driver’s license’ as nothing more than a syrupy, overwrought pop ballad from a Disney star looking to break out into the mainstream. Even now, I’m still not the biggest fan of it.

But then came ‘good 4 u.’

While GAYLE and Leah Kate traded in generic nursery rhyme hooks and Travis Barker became the go-to guy for pop punk cred, Rodrigo rocked out. Like, really rocked out, offering up razor-sharp riffage and a true scream-along chorus that didn’t come straight out of a kindergarten classroom (or an eight-person committee to write, including a nepo baby).

Rodrigo’s sickly-sweet taste for revenge made GAYLE and Leah Kate’s respective odes to a scummy ex sound like a temper tantrum in the middle of a supermarket, declaring him a ‘damn sociopath’ while crying on the bathroom floor, almost relishing in the breakdown. Fuck, even the profanity is used to better effect.

It might’ve been a facsimile of Paramore’s ‘Misery Business,’ but it’s a damn good one, something Rodrigo’s peers didn’t seem to get. So much of a homage to the track is ‘good 4 u,’ that Hayley Williams and former Paramore guitarist Josh Farro even received writing credits on the track.

Rodrigo further proves herself a purveyor of fine angst on her second album. Where her 2021 debut SOUR was mired in ballads, preoccupied with the same bastard ex, GUTS reignites the bratty spirit of ‘good 4 u’ and other brilliant tracks like ‘brutal,’ amping up the snark in deliciously unhinged style while going straight for the jugular, offering wit galore.

One of the best examples of the this is recent single, ‘get him back!’ Recalling Best Damn Thing-era Avril with a side of Sleigh Bells, Rodrigo delivers her witty repartee in a disaffected drawl akin to Beck’s ‘Loser,’ flipping between both meanings of the phrase: One minute she wants to make lunch for her dirtbag ex, next she’s ready to deliver him an uppercut.

Previous single ‘bad idea right?’ also dabbles in the sing-speak, Rodrigo once again succumbing to the greasy charms of an ex, much to the disappointment of her friends. But can’t two people just reconnect?

‘all-american bitch’ (which may or may not be a critique of the Disney corporate machine) offers up ‘Just a Girl’-esque commentary with a modern twist. Obliterating the soft, insecure everygirl we first got to know on ‘driver’s license,’ the singer turns motifs of retro Americana, like the Kennedys, soda cans for hair rollers and even The Craft into snark fodder, giving us one of the best rock tracks of recent years. ‘ballad of a homeschooled girl’ is sludgy and equally disillusioned, Rodrigo bemoaning the sheltered adolescence that’s left her socially stunted (‘I talkеd to this hot guy, swore I was his type/Guess that he was akin' out with boys, like, the whole night’).

Even the ballads have improved. ‘lacy’ toys with sapphic lust as Rodrigo seemingly both loathes and lusts after the ‘dazzling starlet, Bardot incarnate’ and her wily ways, the envy consuming her.

‘vampire,’ on the other hand, makes a lot more sense in context in the wider context of the album. I wasn’t feeling it upon first listen (It just builds and builds, and then... nothing?), but there is beauty in its melodrama: The aching vocals, the loping strings, the hint of glam rock bravado before strangely pulling back.

The track also echoes Rodrigo’s sheltered upbringing, the singer taking her breakup with the so-called ‘famefucker’ pretty hard, which – let’s face it – was never gonna be an affair to remember. Why would you even bother to dedicate such a gutwrenching ballad to this fuccboi in the first place, it’s more than he deserves!

Piano finale, ‘teenage dream,’ however, does give us a full rock opera crescendo, Rodrigo looking to the future and already feeling weary at the thought of ageing out of the Disney demographic.

GUTS falls back on the schmaltz of SOUR at times, namely on the atmospheric 80s pop of ‘pretty isn’t pretty,’ which, although pretty, treads well-worn territory with its lament of impossible beauty standards. Some of the lyrics also feel cliched and even absurd (‘skin like puff pastry,’ really? Is Lacy really flaky? Is she gonna crumble to the touch?)

And yet, Rodrigo’s sophomore record is an incredible triumph for a young artist, self-assured with a clear creative vision, her songs more than just a bunch of throwback jams. She’s a rather astute rock fan, professing her love for Sleater-Kinney, Depeche Mode and Kathleen Hanna of Bikini Kill in recent interviews. Delightfully kooky sonic touches, like the sing-speak and the vocal yelps on ‘love is embarrassing’ also add to the album’s charm, the kind of fun idiosyncrasies a soulless conglomerate like Disney would’ve tried to iron out.

Where GUTS really excels, though, is its focus on defiant and unabashed female rage. Like Alanis, Fiona and Gwen before her, Rodrigo is snarling and seething, presenting a sardonic, suffocating and sometimes soul-crushing view of womanhood in the public eye. I can’t wait for when she calls the world bullshit at the next MTV Awards.

She also follows in the footsteps of other artists like Hayley Williams and Billie Eilish in recent years who’ve centered their work around the beauty of female rage, stemming from sexism, heartbreak and mistreatment in the industry.

‘I’ve experienced a lot of emotional turmoil over having all these feelings of rage and dissatisfaction that I felt like I couldn’t express, especially in my job,’ she recently told the Guardian. ‘I’ve always felt like: you can never admit it, be so grateful all the time, so many people want this position. And that causes a lot of repressed feelings. I’ve always struggled with wanting to be this perfect American girl and the reality of not feeling like that all the time.’

Funny, fierce and free of any ego, it takes a lot of guts to release a record like GUTS as your second album, at a time when rock and even pop feel so sanitised and dull. I guess I’m now fully on board the Olivia Rodrigo train, toot, toot...

#music #olivia rodrigo #guts #new #reviews #albums #Bianca B

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THE WRATH OF BECKY - Review

DISTRIBUTOR: QUIVER Distribution

SYNOPSIS: Two years after she escaped a violent attack on her family, Becky attempts to rebuild her life in the care of an older woman - a kindred spirit named Elena. But when a group known as the “Noble Men” break into their home, attack them, and take her beloved dog, Diego, Becky must return to her old ways to protect herself and her loved ones.

REVIEW: Lulu Wilson is back, reprising her role of Becky from the 2020 film “Becky,” directed by Jonathan Milott and Cary Murnion. At the helm this time are directors Matt Angel and Suzanne Coote as they ratchet things up placing Beck on par with Charles Bronson, Jason Statham or Keanu Reeves on an independent budget.

The screenplay takes no prisoners as it quickly brings the viewer up to speed and gets right down to the action. Just as Becky has achieved a bit of normalcy to her life she draws the attention of another fascist group trying to bring down the political system. The plot brings in a few elements from the initial film and works them. We get a few more details about one, but the mystery grows. The story gives way to action and Becky feels like what if Kevin McCallister (“Home Alone”) grew up to be John McClane (“Die-Hard”). No spoilers - the end seems a bit far fetched, but given what goes on in the rest of the film it should be hard to believe. For an independent film in this genre, it is extremely well written and I’d be curious to read the description of many of these action scenes. The story hits many beats the first film did. Some of those are character driven, others feel like the writers doing it for the fans of the first film.

The production values are solid. Given the technology has come a long way, Jonathan Milott and Cary Murnion demonstrate they have the chops of any of the great action directors that came out of the late 80’s and 90’s. The film has an excellent pacing, capturing engaging performances, and effect sequences that play out like a hybrid of video game play and a slasher film gore. I’m a sucker for a good score and composer Nima Fakhrara’s work here adds so much to the tone and feel of the film.

THE WRATH OF BECKY has a great cast. In the previous film, actor Kevin James anchored the film as the main villain. This time out, veteran actor Seann William Scott, also known for his comedic work, takes on the central villain and creates a memorable character. He creates a grounded, intelligent character that gets caught up in the madness of the story. I love the way his performance has his character in denial, that he is in a different film and needs to come to grips with the unstoppable force of Becky. The film is absolutely adult in terms of some themes and the violence, but the three henchmen feel like they are modeled after the “Home Alone” series. Then there is actress Lulu Wilson. She is fantastic. She is able to present this sense of innocence and youthfulness, but then she is able to present this look and intensity where you believe she is lethal. She is such a chameleon and a delight to watch work.

2020’s “Becky” was a memorable film, a well made independent film, featuring a great cast. The film had a serious tone and had much more jeopardy and peril to the tale. THE WRATH OF BECKY plays it a bit more tongue and cheek and amps up the violence and gore. The film asks us to believe that Becky is now 16. Okay, she’s been through a lot in the previous film so I’ll give the filmmakers that, but there are scenes in the film where she does look older, at least 18, which she is. Regardless, I loved the ride. The film ends taking the story in a new direction and there could easily be another film in the series. I loved Lulu Wilson’s work here and would be interested in taking in her continuing deadly exploits.

CAST: Lulu Wilson, Seann William Scott, Denise Burse, Jill Larson, Courtney Gains, Michael Sirow, Aaron Dalla Villa, Matt Angel, and Kate Siegel. THE WRATH OF BECKY CREW: Directors - Matt Angel and Suzanne Coote; Screenplay - Matt Angel; Producers - Jordan Beckerman, Chadd Harbold, Jordan Yale Levine, J.D. Lifshitz, Raphael Margules, Russ Posternak, & Tracy Rosenblum; Cinematographer - Julia Swain; Score - Nima Fakhrara; Editor - Stephen Boyer; Production Designer - Allie Leone; Costume Designer - Elena Lark; Visual Effects Artists - Joshua Petrino & Piotr Smorawski; Prosthetic Makeup Artist - Brian Spears. OFFICIAL: N.A. FACEBOOK: www.facebook.com/TheWrathofBecky/ TWITTER: N.A. TRAILER: https://youtu.be/4OSLsmFgi2g RELEASE DATE: In Theaters May 26th, 2023

**Until we can all head back into the theaters our “COVID Reel Value” will be similar to how you rate a film on digital platforms - 👍 (Like), 👌 (It’s just okay), or 👎 (Dislike)

Reviewed by Joseph B Mauceri

#film review #movie review #the wrath of becky #QUIVER Distribution #Lulu Wilson #seann william scott #action #horror #matt angel #suzanne coote #joseph mauceri #joseph b mauceri

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