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It’s just a little scrape | Joe Burrow

Summary: After a win against the Bills, everything is going good until a drunk fan finds his way into a place he isn’t supposed to be

Pairing: Joe burrow x first person fem reader

Words: 3962

Notes: this is different than the other fics I’ve written, but I hope you enjoy!! <3

A week later was the primetime home game against the Buffalo Bills. During the day, I had a quick photo shoot with a new clothing line here in Cincinnati, but I made sure to clear out my entire schedule for the rest of the day after that. Since it was a home game, which I was so incredibly excited about, Katie, my best friend, was coming to the game. Unlike me, she wasn’t with anyone on the team, but she loved going just as much as me. Like always, we were going to stay in Joes suite where his parents were also going to be. For the whole day, excitement ran through me. Not only did I have 100% confidence in Joe, but I had 100% confidence in the entire team, and today felt like a good day for the whole entire team. When it was finally time for Joe to leave, I sent him out of the door while admiring his all green outfit, which was my all time favorite color.

Currently, I was laying out my outfit onto our bed which consisted of a white sweater dress, a long brown trench coat, and a pair of almost knee high white boots. After I laid my outfit out, I grabbed my cute little clear purse with number 9 and Burrow on it which already held my must haves for game day, and then slipped into the bathroom. In the bathroom, I curled my hair and then put on some gold hoops. Once I was done with that, I put on my makeup and then walked out of the bathroom and to the bed where I got changed. While I changed, I got a text from Katie saying that she was on her way. I texted her back with, "I'm so excited, hurry!😆" The last game was in San Francisco and Katie and I just watched it over her house, plus before that was the bye week and we haven't gone to a game together since the Seattle game. Saying we were excited was an understatement.

We arrived at the stadium 2 hours early so we could settle in before the hundreds of people filed into the stadium. Like most home games, Katie drove me so I could drive back home with Joe when the game was over. Since we weren't in the stands where I could talk to Joe before the game, we both got settled into our seats. "I'm so excited to watch the game. Work has been stressful." Katie said while stuffing her mouth full of the chicken fingers we both got before we came up to the suite. "I know, it’s been way too long since we've watched a game together. How are the extra shifts going by the way?" I asked Katie. "Well," Katie said with a mouth full of food before she held up a finger so she could swallow the food in her mouth.

We both started laughing as she swallowed and then continued. "I'm making more money than I ever have, especially with the promotion, but I feel like I'm always on the go. I'm either at work, at the grocery store, the gym, the coffee shop, or in bed. I feel like you because I never see Jamie." Katie said. "Shit, Katie, why do you still work at the coffee shop? I even quit because I wasn't seeing Joe enough, and I don't have real job." I told Katie. "Yeah, well, you quit and you still don't see him." She said with a little scoff. Leaning towards her more, I said, "well that's because my husbands in the fucking NFL, obviously I'm not going to see him that much." I said. Katie gave me a little shrug of approval and then we laughed a little bit. "All I'm saying, is that you have the opportunities to see Jamie, you just have to take them. So, quit working at the coffee shop, pay the extra 10 dollars to have the store drop your groceries off for you, and see your damn boyfriend. If you need extra money, I'll pick up more photo shoots and give you the money." I said.

Katie sighed a little bit and then looked off into the direction of the field. "You know what, you're right, You should give me money." Katie joked. Elbowing her softly, I took a bite of my chicken and then watched as the boys went into the tunnel to get on their uniforms. "All jokes aside, you're right." Katie said. "Well obviously." I laughed with her.

The Bengals won the game 24-18. Katie and I cheered so much that by the end of the third quarter, we were already starting to get scratchy and sore throats. Although the bengals won the game, they gave us a big scare by letting the game get as close as it did. By the end of the game, my nerves were so high that Katie had to force me to unclench my fists and calm down a little. When it finally did end, we stood up and started to chant. "Who Dey! Who Dey! Who Dey think gonna beat them Bengals! Who Dey! Who Dey! Who Dey think gonna beat them bengals! Nobody!" I changed along with the whole stadium, which included Robin and Jimmy who were just as excited. "Let's fucking go!" Katie yelled. "That's how it's done!" I yelled with Katie as we stood up and celebrated the win over the Bills in the primetime game.

Once we settled down and the stadium started to clear out, I hugged a yawning Katie goodbye and then after a little bit, walked with Robin and Jimmy to the tunnel where I would meet up with Joe. Since it was already really late and they had a little drive back to Athens, they decided to just text Joe and congratulate him on the win. The three of us stopped just before the tunnel entrance and we hugged. "I'm so happy that you don't have to go home with another grumpy Joe. There's been too many losses this season." Robin said as we pulled away from our hug. "You and me both. I love him, but he sure can have an attitude." I laughed and then hugged Jimmy. "By the way, Joe wanted to remind you once again not to call him right after the game and give him a play by play of everything. I tried to tell him that you already know, but you know how he can be." I told Jimmy who shook his head with a sigh.

"That boy will be the death of me." Jimmy said with a shake of his head and a little chuckle. "You and me both." Robin said. We said our goodbyes and then I walked into the tunnel entrance by showing them my pass and then headed to the family area where the players could see their families. While I walked over there, I got a text from Joe saying that the press conference took a little longer so he just got into the shower and to just wait for him by the locker room. So, rather than going to the family section where I could just wait for Joe, I went to the locker room entrance and leaned against the wall while waiting to see Joe. I couldn't wait to see a happy Joe after a much needed win and wrap my arms around him.

While I waited, I went on my phone and scrolled through Instagram where new pictures of Joe from the game started to appear. Even seeing Joe through the screen made my cheeks flush a deep shade of red and I couldn't stop the corners of my mouth from turning up into a smile. My eyes were so focused on the pictures of him that I didn't even notice the locker room door opened up. "What are you smiling at?" I heard Joe say in front of me. Quickly taking my eyes off of my phone, I slipped the phone into my pocket and walked over to Joe. Both of us had huge smiles on our faces as we walked towards each other. When we met in the middle, I wrapped my arms around Joes back and he wrapped his around my neck, holding me closely. "It may or may not have been a picture of you walking out with Sam to do the coin flip." I said, leaning my head back to look into Joes eyes.

Joe raised an eyebrow and said, "oh yeah?" He then leaned forwards to capture my lips with his. The both of us breathed in the kiss before he pulled away, not wanting anyone to take a picture of our kiss. "Believe it or not, you in a uniform really does something to me." I laughed. Joe just laughed and then looked into my eyes deeply. "Well it's a good thing that we get to go home in a little bit." He said with that pantie dropping smile he loves to give me. Right after he said this, my face flushed red. With a little groan, I placed my forehead on joes chest, trying to hide my obvious flustered state. "If I could, I would slip into the nearest supply closet with you." I said. With a small sigh, Joe straightened more, obviously getting turned on. Before Joe could say anything else that would solidify my decision of going into a closet with him for a little quicky, the locker room door opened again.

Lifting my head from Joes chest, we both looked over to the door and watched Ja'marr and Sam walk out of it in mid conversation. Right when Ja'marr looked at Joe and then me, he ended his sentence and then walked over to Joe, reading his facial expression, and patted him on the back. "Y'know, the locker rooms empty, you might be able to slip in there for a few minutes. What's your record, like 3 minutes?" Ja'marr said, but quickly walked away from Joe before he could hit him in the arm. "Fuck you." Joe joked with a stern look on his face and looked over at Sam who just put his hands up to show that he wasn't going to make any crude remarks or add onto what Ja'marr said. The both of us released our arms from one another, but Joe kept one arm around my waist, pulling me close to his side and we exchanged quick I love you's as we walked.

The four of us walked together to the family section where the boys could get some food and Sam could meet up with Jessica. "Y'know, she blocked me on Instagram in college because she saw that I was following you. She thought I was her competition." I said to Sam while we talked about Jessica and where she was during the game since I couldn't see her and neither could Morgan, Holly, or Tianna. "I know, she told me she was worried that we were getting together behind her back. It took a lot of convincing for her to fully believe that you were loyal to Joe." Sam said. While we talked, I heard some scuffled footsteps behind us and turned my head slightly to look at who was making the noise.

As I turned my head, I saw a man that I've never seen before. He looked to be in his mid 30's and based off of the way he was walking and the way his eyes were slow to move, I knew he was drunk. I took another look at the man, careful not to make it too obvious, and watched as the man held up his phone out to us. By now, the boys knew someone was behind us, but thought nothing of it. "Joe burrow." the man said. Joe, realizing the man was probably a fan, kept on walking. "Joe! Hey wait up! Can I get a picture with you." The man said again, followed by saying Joes name continuously to try and get his attention.

"Who is that?" I asked Joe. "Just keep walking. once we pass security up here they'll deal with him. He's not even supposed to be in here." Joe said and pulled me closer to him, not wanting any of us to pay any attention to him. "Do I have to fuck your wife to get your attention?" The man said with a small and weird chuckle, slurring his words like crazy. "What the hell." Ja'marr said and turned around. Joe clenched his jaw and turned around with Ja'marr. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" Joe asked in an angry tone, stepping closer to the man. "Hey, security!" Sam yelled, wanting security to step in before Joe did something. "There he is! Can I get a picture with you real quick?” The man asked and stepped forwards. Once closer, he began looking me up and down and said, “and maybe take her for a spin afterwards.” A shiver ran down my spine as I scowled at him in disgust.

"Let's go Joe, security is coming." I said and walked in front of Joe to try and stop him from doing something stupid. In times like these, Joe was a hot head. The man was known as 'Joe Cool' on and off the football field until it involved the people he loved. "No, no, say that again to my fucking face." Joe said. "Just back the fuck up man!" Ja'marr said to the man, standing by Joes side. No matter what, Ja’marr was always by Joe’s side, especially when it came to disgusting people like this man. "C’mon, Can I just get a pic real quick?” The man said and held up his phone and got both him and Joe in frame, except I was in it also. The man, not liking that I was in it, slipped the phone into his pocket and then put both of his hands on my shoulders. Since I was facing Joe in an attempt to keep him moving, I could see a few security guards coming up to us that Sam got. All of a sudden, I felt his arms on my shoulders and then he spun me around slightly, pushed me to the side so I wasn't in the way. One second I had both of my feet planted on the ground, and the next I lost my footing because of my big boots and fell to the ground.

Not expecting to fall so abruptly, I let out a faint scream as my knees skidded across the concrete. From above me, multiple shouts and yells echoed through the walls of the tunnel. There was a lot of commotion for about 5 seconds and then I felt 2 firm hands go onto my sides from behind me. Quickly, I was lifted off of the ground and placed back on my feet. I quickly turned around and made eye contact with Joe whose eyes were filled with anger. "I'm fine, I'm fine." I said quickly and then looked to Ja'marr who was going off on the man who touched me and also the security guards who let the man slip past them. Once joe could tell by my expression that I was okay, he turned around and took a step closer to the man who was being put in handcuffs my a police officer who came rushing over after seeing the commotion.

"Don't you ever lay your fucking hands on my wife again!" Joe yelled and then added in, “you hear me!” I looked to the man quickly and then at Sam who walked over to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "Let's go over here." He told me and then guided me over to the side and away from everyone else. “Holy shit." I said, flustered from everything that just happened. It all happened so quickly. "Are you okay?" He asked me as we both turned around. Joe and Ja'marr were currently going off and raising their voices at the security guards who let the man get into the tunnel. The man was not wearing a pass and was not a family member of any of the players, so how he was able to get into the tunnel was beyond any of us. "I'm fine, I just fucking scraped the hell out of my knee's though." I let out a little exasperated laugh.

We both looked down at my knees. One was bloody just around the scrape, and the other one had a bigger wound on it which was currently dripping blood down my leg and onto my new boots. "Oh shit, that's not just a scrape." He said while laughing slightly because of the way I addressed the blood on my knees. “Oh no, my boots.” I said with a frown. After a few more minutes, more people gathered around the scene including a few more police officers, Zac Taylor, Jessica who came and found Sam and was currently having him fill her in a few feet away from me, and then Logan Wilson and Morgan who didn't leave yet. "Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Morgan asked when she got over to me, looking down at my scraped up knees.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I promise, it's just a little scrape." I said. Morgan and Logan stood by my side as we all watched what was going on in front of us. "How did he even get back here?" Joe said loudly. Zac stepped in between Joe and one of the police officers who was currently taking the man to his car outside. Joe and zac started talking. "What even happened? Who was that?" Morgan asked me. Logan stepped closer, wanting to hear what happened also. "A random guy from behind us kept trying to get Joe to take a picture with him. He was obviously drunk and whatever so we just planned on ignoring him until we got closer to the security guard so he could deal with him. When Joe wouldn't listen, the man literally said 'Do I have to fuck your wife to get your attention'." I said.

"That’s disgusting." Morgan said and put a hand over her mouth slightly, a sour look on her face. Logan's face scrunched up in disbelief and disgust and then looked over to the scene while still listening. I explained the rest of what happened to them and then the police asked to clear the area and informed Joe that the man was being taken to jail. As the area began to empty and everything died down, Joe walked over to me, but didn't notice my knees yet because of the chaos that just occurred. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Joe asked me his eyes darting from my right eye and left eye and cupped the sides of my face gently in his hands. His breathing was fast and ragged, obviously shaken up from what just happened too. Bringing my hands up, I grabbed onto Joes wrists that were on either side of my face and took a deep breath. "I'm fine, I promise you. I wouldn’t have even fallen if I wasn’t wearing these big boots. It was a small fall, that it." I said.

I looked deeply into Joes eyes with a small and reassuring smile, and shook my head to show that I was indeed fine. "Are you 100% sure? He shouldn’t have even put his hands on you." Joe said. "My knees along with my ego are a little damaged, but that's it, I promise." I said. Joe couldn't help but let out a small laugh at what I said before realizing that I said my knees. Quickly, Joe glanced down at my knees to see blood dripping down my right leg. "Shit, I didn’t know you were bleeding." He said quickly and then removed his hands from the sides of my face.

Joe kept his eyes on my knees for a few seconds before turning around a little. "Joe it's fine, I'll just wipe it off." I said and placed my hand gently on his arm, trying to pull him around towards me. Joe looked at me quickly and said, "if the medical staff is still here then you're getting your knees cleaned up." The face he gave me told me that he wanted me to go along with him and not try to change his mind. Once again, he turned around and called Zac's name before he got too far down the tunnel. "Yeah?" Zac asked in a concerned tone. "Is the medical staff still here? I just want to get her knees cleaned up real quick and make sure she doesn't need stitches or anything." Joe said, taking a step forwards.

"I don't need stitches, it's just a little scrape." I said with a small laugh and walked by his side as Zac started to walk our way. "Well how am I supposed to know? All I see is blood dripping down your leg." Joe said, looking down at my knees again. "Oh man," Zac looked down at my knees, "Yeah, there are a few still in the locker room. Just come with me." He said. We all headed towards the locker room. I was in between Zac and Joe who was still a little fidgety and on edge after what just happened. Even though I was the one that got pushed down and hurt, Joe seems to be affected more by it. The way he keeps looking down at me and flashes those 'I'm sorry' eyes at me makes me want to pull him to the side and make him understand that I'm okay.

We finally got to the locker room and Zac found us someone who had their gear out still. So it went quicker, we just went over to Joes locker where I could sit down and the medic could clean up my knees and throw bandaids on them if needed. Zac said goodbye to the both of us and once again apologized for what happened. As soon as I saw Joes locker, my mouth almost dropped open. There were shoes, clothes, hats, some snacks, and many more random and weird things thrown around Joes locker room. It looked like a tornado came to Cincinnati and only hit Joes locker; plus a few other players lockers. "Do you ever clean? My goodness look at how gross it is." I laughed as I sat myself down on the fold out chair in front of Joes locker. Looking offended, Joe just chuckled and then kicked a few of the shoes that were in the open closer to his locker.

"The hate is really not necessary. Plus, it's not that bad." Joe said with a small shrug. Furrowing my brows, I looked around at Joes locker while the medic who kneeled down in front of me began to grab things out of his kit. Looking back up to Joe, he just started laughing at my reaction. "You really think this isn't "that bad?"" I asked, using air quotations to really emphasize what Joe just said to me about his terrible locker. "Okay, okay, it's pretty bad." We both started to laugh together and then the medic looked up at me, so I gave him my attention. "I'm just going to clean off some of this blood and then the actual wound itself. Once I get to the wound, it might sting a little bit." He said to me. "Alright, go for it." I said with a little laugh while Joe grabbed onto my hand and gave it a little squeeze.

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itskindofidontknow · 9 months

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What dreams know about love?

Dream of The Endless/Morpheus x Love!OFC

Summary: The Queen of Love has grown used to the absence of her husband, the Dream King. After banning her from the Dreaming, they only saw each other when Morpheus summoned her for social or marital duties. He would go decades without calling for her, enamorated by a variety of mistresses. It broke Love's heart. Not that her husband cared. However, after being imprisioned for a century, The Dream King wants to regain his Queen's love. She doesn't believe him, not after centuries of neglect. The question is: Can dreams repair a broken heart?

Tag: Established relationship, arranged marriage, regency romance, eventual happy ending, angst, morpheus is a dick prepare to hate, love is eoster from west germanic mythology, typos are to be expected

A/N: First time bringing my work here. I posted this on my A03 it has multiple chapters, that I'll probably post it here, if you guys like. I am heavily inspired in Pride and Prejudice, Bridgertons, Marriage Story, Scenes from a Marriage, and every primetime drama of rich white people that has a stepford smiler broken bird with an impecable taste in clothes. Comments, questions are all welcome!

"He is back" A shiver runs through the silk-like skin of the Queen of Love, as her ladies and lords in waiting stare at her. It's been years since her lord husband summoned her. But she could never forget his calling.

The sacred vow they shared make it impossible to ignore or forget. A mortal silence takes over the music room where a few seconds ago, you could hear young maidens from all the different realms , daughters from different gods, suns and stars in flower crowns laughing, while dancing to the elegant harp concerto, young lords trying to find words to finish sonnets, the older ones sitting in comfortable chairs around their Queen, keeping pleasant and polite conversations or moving lazily their handfans, more from habit than from heat. Since the climate is always perfect adequate at the Garden of Lovers. The light atmosphere changed the minute Lady Love mentioned her husband. The whole court felt the cold wind whoosing through the white curtains and the sudden change of the pink and orange skies to a blue grayish color. They knew it would rain later.

As it did, since their Queen got married to before the king of dreams vanished.

"I must make haste. Alone." She announces while her maidens got up. They exchange worried looks hesitating before bowing and staying still. She knows her husband well enough to know he is not going to be in his best mood. And her maidens do not deserve to deal with him. He never was in the best mood with Love. 'Oh no, only his lovers get to see that' The Queen bitterly thought exiting the music room, almost running through the salmon marble floors that decorate the whole palace.

"My Lady". She heard Elijah running to reach her. Elijah was her most trustworthy cupid, her husband once called him ‘The Queen's Lucienne’ "My Lady Eostre, if I may speak freely, you don't have to…" She raises a hand, stopping him before he could finish and most likely commit treason. Love knew exactly what he was going to say. How she had grounds to ignore his calling, to never come to his aid ever again. After the abuse and disrespect of over a milennium. She knew it. She thought of it for years. But no matter what she thought, they were still husband and wife, king and queen, and although marriage may not be of any importance to her husband, to Love it was the most sacred institution

" Yes, I have. I must. He is still my lord husband as I am his lady wife, we made a sacred vow" The Queen looked sternly to her cupid, warning him " My good cupid, be careful, Dream is still your king, and one could take your words for treason" It was well-known that it is not wise to commit treason against an Endless, and to even suggest that a Endless' wife shouldn't come to his request was a dangerous territory. He lowered his head in respect "Apologies my Queen. It is a joyful occasion if our King is back." A mechanic polite answer. She nods in agreement, even if his face was heavy with worry for Eostre and not at all showing any joy in Morpheus return.

The lovefolk was not fond of the Dream King. They saw how their Queen's spirit got crushed with a loveless marriage over the centuries. How careless, and neglectful her husband was. Everytime Love would come back from the Dreaming, the entire Garden flooded with rain, mirroring the Queen 's tears, as she would lock herself in the bedroom and cry for days. She could never tell which was worse: Her husband ignoring her, without even a single kind word or a glance or when he impatiently acknowledged her, treating her as she was a burden to bear, a constant annoyance he needed to deal with.

The Queen of Love, however, believed in love, she believed that if she just tried hard enough, Morpheus would see her devotion, and they could actually have a happy fulfilling marriage. Love, better than anyone else, knew that most arranged marriages were a disaster. However as anthropomorphic manifestations of love and dreams, they weren't so different.

Mortals either dreamed of love or loved to dream for as long as they were created. Their marriage made sense. They even inspired the same mortal in two different occasions. He inspired a play called Midsummer Night's Dream, and she inspired Romeo and Juliet. They could be happy. She strongly believed in it.

How naive she was.

Dream didn't agree with their union from the beginning. A trick from his dear sibling, Desire, that became a political marriage. When Dream realize his sibling’s trap, it was already too late. Lady Love was infatuated by the love letters she received from her fiance (who, she later discovered, never wrote her any letter. Desire did. Misleading Love to elope). A few mischievous squemes made their union impossible not to happen.

As a Queen, Eoster tried for years everything a good monarch could: She tried to learn everything about the Dreaming, followed Lucienne around, asking for help to understand the dreamfolk, the laws of the Dreaming. Everything in her power to best fulfill her duties and help her husband with the burdens of a realm. She learnt how to love the dreamfolk, to care for them, to even bring peace of mind to distressed nightmares, to explain and defend her husband's harsh ways, to ease heavy hearts. It was easy for the dreamfolk to adore and become devoted to The Queen of Love.

As a wife, Love was by Morpheus' side at every official event and Endless reunion. She wanted to be more than just a lady wife, she wanted to be his partner. So eager to be a part of his life, although he didn't seem interested to be a part of hers.

Never even bothering to visit the Garden of Lovers, his wife's realm. Even with the king neglect and coldness, the Queen kept loyal and faithful. Dream could scan her sleep and never find any sinnful thought about a secret lover. She never wished for anyone besides him. Even with plenty of opportunities and suitors, her doves bringing letters of poems and sonnets from devoted mortals to sun-gods, praising her beauty, eager for her kisses, suffering from her loyalty, even then, Love never took a lover or indulged in immoral activities.

Eoster was ever obedient and submissive. An Endless outranked her, so due to her status. and to tradition, she never spoke out of turn or raised her voice. She always abide by his commands and attended to his every need. Even in private, she was dutiful. Never denying her husband, opening her legs to welcome him, whenever and wherever he saw fit. She would let him rip off beautiful long nightgowns, designed especially for nuptials, gladly taking him for as long as he wanted. Most times, she didn't take great pleasure in it. and Morpheus always seemed to be performing a duty. He didn't whisper sweet nothings, was gentle or cared for her after.

That was the first piece of her heart to be broken by her husband. To realize she was nothing but a quick-release for him. Only useful to scratch an itch he happened to have. As a goddess of love, purity, marriage and fertility, she knew how intimacy between lovers could be of burning passion, beautiful, caring, a true lovers' dance. How cruel her husband was to deny her, of all entities, even this pleasure. But he did. And the worst part was that Love knew he didn't even know he was causing pain, he just didn't care enough.

Another thing she didn't expect was that they almost never shared his bed for the night. Most of the times, after fulfilling the Dream King's needs in bed. She would be dismissed to her private chambers. ‘Like a common whore’ she often thought. If Morpheus ever thought of her, embarrassed, half-naked, wrapped in sheets, tip toeing crossing the corridor to her room, he never said anything. Love would especially be ashamed when bumping into Lucienne. The librarian always offered a respectful bow, looking over her glasses. Professionalism wouldn't let her say a thing, but the Queen could see the pity in the librarian's eyes, as Lucienne could see the Queen’s cheeks wet of tears.

As she savoryly remembers the nights of being used and discarded, she squeezes Elijah hand in reassurance "My sweet love child, worry not. I'll be back before you know it".

And just like that, the Queen of Love returned to her husband.

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kemetic-dreams · 10 months

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Carol Diann Johnson was born in the Bronx, New York City, on July 17, 1935, to John Johnson, a subway conductor, and Mabel (Faulk), a nurse. While Carroll was still an infant, the family moved to Harlem, where she grew up except for a brief period in which her parents had left her with an aunt in North Carolina. She attended Music and Art High School, and was a classmate of Billy Dee Williams. In many interviews about her childhood, Carroll recalls her parents' support, and their enrolling her in dance, singing, and modeling classes. By the time Carroll was 15, she was modeling for Ebony. "She also began entering television contests, including Arthur Godfrey's Talent Scouts, under the name Diahann Carroll." After graduating from high school, she attended New York University, where she majored in sociology, "but she left before graduating to pursue a show-business career, promising her family that if the career did not materialize after two years, she would return to college.

Carroll's big break came at the age of 18, when she appeared as a contestant on the DuMont Television Network program, Chance of a Lifetime, hosted by Dennis James. On the show, which aired January 8, 1954, she took the $1,000 top prize for a rendition of the Jerome Kern/Oscar Hammerstein song, "Why Was I Born?" She went on to win the following four weeks. Engagements at Manhattan's Café Society and Latin Quarter, nightclubs soon followed.

Carroll's film debut was a supporting role in Carmen Jones (1954), as a friend to the sultry lead character played by Dorothy Dandridge. That same year, she was nominated for a Tony Award for Best Featured Actress in a Musical for her role in the Broadway musical, House of Flowers. A few years later, she played Clara in the film version of George Gershwin's Porgy and Bess (1959), but her character's singing parts were dubbed by opera singer Loulie Jean Norman. The following year, Carroll made a guest appearance in the series Peter Gunn, in the episode "Sing a Song of Murder" (1960). In the next two years, she starred with Sidney Poitier, Paul Newman, and Joanne Woodward in the film Paris Blues (1961) and won the 1962 Tony Award for Best Actress in a Musical (the first time for a Black woman) for portraying Barbara Woodruff in the Samuel A. Taylor and Richard Rodgers musical No Strings. Twelve years later, she was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Actress for her starring role alongside James Earl Jones in the film Claudine (1974), which part had been written specifically for actress Diana Sands (who had made guest appearances on Julia as Carroll's cousin Sara), but shortly before filming was to begin, Sands learned she was terminally ill with cancer. Sands attempted to carry on with the role, but as filming began, she became too ill to continue and recommended her friend Carroll take over the role. Sands died in September 1973, before the film's release in April 1974.

Carroll is known for her titular role in the television series Julia (1968-71), which made her the first African-American actress to star in her own television series who did not play a domestic worker. That role won her the Golden Globe Award for Best TV Star – Female for its first year, and a nomination for an Primetime Emmy Award in 1969. Some of Carroll's earlier work also included appearances on shows hosted by Johnny Carson, Judy Garland, Merv Griffin, Jack Paar, and Ed Sullivan, and on The Hollywood Palace variety show. In 1984, Carroll joined the nighttime soap opera Dynasty at the end of its fourth season as the mixed-race jet set diva Dominique Deveraux, Blake Carrington's half-sister. Her high-profile role on Dynasty also reunited her with her schoolmate Billy Dee Williams, who briefly played her onscreen husband Brady Lloyd. Carroll remained on the show and made several appearances on its short-lived spin-off, The Colbys until she departed at the end of the seventh season in 1987. In 1989, she began the recurring role of Marion Gilbert in A Different World, for which she received her third Emmy nomination that same year.

In 1991, Carroll portrayed Eleanor Potter, the doting, concerned, and protective wife of Jimmy Potter (portrayed by Chuck Patterson), in the musical drama film The Five Heartbeats (1991), also featuring actor and musician Robert Townsend and Michael Wright. She reunited with Billy Dee Williams again in 1995, portraying his character's wife Mrs. Greyson in Lonesome Dove: The Series. The following year, Carroll starred as the self-loving and deluded silent movie star Norma Desmond in the Canadian production of Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical version of the film Sunset Boulevard. In 2001, Carroll made her animation debut in The Legend of Tarzan, in which she voiced Queen La, ruler of the ancient city of Opar.

In 2006, Carroll appeared in several episodes the television medical drama Grey's Anatomy as Jane Burke, the demanding mother of Dr. Preston Burke. From 2008 to 2014, she appeared on USA Network's series White Collar in the recurring role of June, the savvy widow who rents out her guest room to Neal Caffrey. In 2010, Carroll was featured in UniGlobe Entertainment's breast cancer docudrama titled 1 a Minute and appeared as Nana in two Lifetime movie adaptations of Patricia Cornwell’s novels: At Risk and The Front.

In 2013, Carroll was present on stage at the 65th Primetime Emmy Awards to briefly speak about being the first African-American nominated for a Primetime Emmy Award. She was quoted as saying about Kerry Washington, nominated for Scandal, "She better get this award."

Carroll was a founding member of the Celebrity Action Council, a volunteer group of celebrity women who served the women's outreach of the Los Angeles Mission, working with women in rehabilitation from problems with alcohol, drugs, or prostitution. She helped to form the group along with other female television personalities including Mary Frann, Linda Gray, Donna Mills, and Joan Van Ark.

Carroll was diagnosed with breast cancer in 1997. She said the diagnosis "stunned" her, because there was no family history of breast cancer, and she had always led a healthy lifestyle. She underwent nine weeks of radiation therapy and had been clear for years after the diagnosis. She frequently spoke of the need for early detection and prevention of the disease. She died from cancer at her home in West Hollywood, California, on October 4, 2019, at the age of 84. Carroll also had dementia at the time of her death, though actor Marc Copage, who played her character's son on Julia, said that she did not appear to show serious signs of cognitive decline as late as 2017. A memorial service was held in November 24, 2019, at the Helen Hayes Theater in New York City.

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Round 2 of 8, Group 2 of 4

propaganda and summaries are under the cut (May include spoilers)

M*A*S*H: 11.16 Goodbye, Farewell and Amen

In the closing days of the Korean War, the staff of the 4077 M*A*S*H Unit find themselves facing irrevocable changes in their lives.

LITERALLY the most episode ever. For American television broadcasts it remains the most-watched primetime television episode ever, beaten only by a number of Super Bowls, the moon landing, and the Nixon resignation.

Mad Men: 3.06 Guy Walks Into an Advertising Agency

Tw: blood and gore

The bosses come in from London to reorganize Sterling Cooper, but a key player's career is sidetracked by a freak accident. Meanwhile, as Joan prepares to leave her job, her husband gives her some bad news.

Without saying too much, there is a thing that happens in this episode that left me physically shaking. Truly one of the most ‘I cannot believe that just happened what the actual fuck’ moments in television history

#mash #m*a*s*h #mad men #poll #polls #round2 #r2g2

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Primetime || Okoye x Attuma Oneshot

Read it here on AO3

Summary: Attuma's been in Talokan taking care of business and Okoye misses him. Only one thing to do... at least Mexico has some nice beaches.

Warnings: Smut (18+), NSFW, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Vaginal Sex, Overstimulation, Squirting, Slight Breeding Kink, PWP

A/N: This is my first time writing smut, so if you hate it 🤷🏾‍♀️ Anyways... I hope you like it!!

Word Count: 3.5k

The ocean was calm tonight.

Quiet and tranquil, with gentle waves lapping at her toes, inviting her into the depths.

She kicked off her sandals, picked up the hem of her dress, and waded further into the surf. She stopped when the water kissed her knees, dropping her dress into the tide.

“Attuma.” Okoye’s voice was a whisper, but she knew he heard her. He always did.

She waded further out until the water was mid-thigh. He was close; she could feel it.

“Attuma,” she called again, voice still soft.

Not even a full minute passed before strong arms encircled her waist, pulling her body back against his broad chest. “In yakunaj.”

Okoye smiled into the night sky, sinking into his embrace. “Sithandwa sam.”

“You are far from home, in K’iino’.” Attuma’s voice was a rumble that moved through her like thunder. She ran her hands along his wet forearms, feeling his corded muscles ripple under her touch.

She hummed and turned in his arms, staring into his dark eyes. He wasn’t wearing his armor, just his shark helm and rebreathers. She caressed his chest, running open palms over the familiar ridges of his scars, and locked her arms behind his head. Okoye pushed up on her toes, so they were face to face, trusting him to hold her up.

“My home is with you, is it not?” she asked, staring into his dark eyes. The love she saw in them brought a peace she’d lacked in the weeks he’d been gone. “Perhaps my need for you outweighed my patience,” she smirked, shrugging.

Attuma stroked his hands across her bare back, swooping low to rest on her ass. He chuckled low in his throat. “I have been remiss in my duties. My wife should never have need of me.”

Her smirk widened into a full smile, and her heart threatened to burst from her chest at the title. His wife. There was a righteousness in that. Something pure that soothed her soul.

“And what will you do to rectify your errors?” she asked playfully, massaging the base of his skull.

“Nothing less than what my duty requires,” he answered gruffly, squeezing her behind none-too-gently.

“My husband is nothing if not dutiful,” she said, huffing a laugh as he scooped under her thighs and wrapped her strong, toned legs around his waist.

Attuma turned and walked them back toward the shore, settling on a soft grassy knoll away from the sand. The airship she’d commandeered was parked further into the tree line. The moon was their only light, but it was more than enough.

Okoye sat astride him, tracing random patterns over his shoulders and neck. Her fingers glided over his rebreather, removing it gently after a nod from her husband. Their eyes never left each other as she placed the mask carefully on the ground. His headdress was the next to go, landing softly on the grass next to them. Okoye ran her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp gently. Attuma’s hands roamed over her body, rubbing wide circles from her thighs, up her hips and waist, around her back, and up to her nearly-bare shoulders before repeating the pattern over and over again.

They were close, closer than they’d been in nearly a month. Their chests rose and fell in tandem as they breathed each other in. Okoye brought one of her hands from his hair to trace the shape of his face, studying the features already ingrained in her memory. The deep ridge of his brow, the bump in his nose, his full lips. He was a beautiful man.

He was her beautiful man.

Okoye inhaled sharply when he nipped at one of her fingers with pointed teeth. He kissed the finger in apology and pressed another kiss into her palm. She leaned forward, resting her forehead on his. Their lips met in a whisper, lightly caressing each other before it grew in intensity. His tongue delved into her mouth, reclaiming that which was already his. He held her tightly, pressing their bodies together until there wasn’t an inch of space between them. Okoye broke their kiss, chest heaving against his as she tried to catch her breath.

“Did you come all this way to sit on my lap, K’iino’?” Attuma taunted, a breathless whisper across her lips.

“Would you mind if I did?” she whispered back, nudging his nose with her own.

“No.” His answer was immediate. “I cherish every moment we are together. Without you, my world is dark, devoid of even the stars. When we are apart, I long for you as the desert longs for rain.” He began pressing small kisses to her lips as he spoke. “Your brilliance captivates me. Your beauty entices me. Your passion ignites mine.” Attuma rained kisses down her neck, his grip tightening on her hips as she began to roll them into his.

Okoye buried her fingers in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer as he decorated her neck with love bites.

“You were made for me, crafted by the gods and molded by the stars. Just as I was made for you. Our souls are bound in this world and every other. There will never come a day that I don’t hunger for you. You are mine, Okoye. And I am yours.”

She moaned his name into the night sky as he sucked a mark on the column of her throat. Her grip on his obsidian waves tightened as she dragged his head away from her neck.

They stared at each other for a moment, breath mingling in the electrified air. Their next kiss was hard. Tongues and teeth meeting in a fervor that conveyed exactly how desperate she’d been without him. His honeyed words only fanned the flames of her desire. He yanked the thin straps of her dress down, and she wiggled out of the top half so the dress pooled at her waist, exposing her breasts to the open air.

Attuma wasted no time. He cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs over her pebbled nipples. Pinching and pulling them until she gasped a curse into his mouth. Her back arched, pushing her chest further into his hands. He pulled back from her lips and stared at his wife. She whined as their lips parted, and he wrapped a firm hand around her neck, preventing her from giving chase. Her eyes were glazed over, unfocused as she ground her hips into him.

He kissed her swollen lips softly, whispering, “Hush, in yakunaj. I have you.”

Okoye ground down again, moaning at the feel of his arousal through their clothes. She threw her head back, and Attuma ducked his head to her breasts, taking a sensitive peak into his mouth and squeezing her throat with his hand.

Then suction.

Sweet, sweet suction.

Okoye was sure she would come undone right here. She felt like she was on fire, and Attuma’s mouth stoked the flames of her passion. She writhed in her husband’s lap as he lavished her breasts with attention. He let go of her throat and palmed the cheeks of her ass, grinding his erection into her core. He nibbled on one stiff nub, forced a cry from her, and she shuddered.

She needed more. “Attuma, please!”

He chuckled, low and dark. “Taj muk'óolal [Patience], K’iino’.”

“I- ah! I have no capacity for patience,” Okoye hissed, fisting her hand in his hair and scoring her nails into the skin of his shoulder. She undulated atop him, grinding to attain the pleasure he denied her. “I have been without you entirely too long for patience.”

Her husband bit the underside of her breast sharply in warning, bruising her hips in his grip as he flipped her onto her back. He loomed over her, arms caging her body as he stared down at her with dark eyes. Smoldering kisses stole her breath as he ground his manhood into her core. Then he was moving down her body, pressing kisses and bites to random bits of flesh.

Okoye’s nails dug into his shoulders as he sucked a harsh bite into the top of her thigh.

“Fuck.” She would return to Wakanda covered in evidence of his love.

Attuma licked and sucked at the bite, soothing it with his tongue. “In time, jats'uts. Allow me to worship you first.”

Okoye could only nod in response as he bunched the wet skirt of her dress up and kneeled between her thighs. She reached up and pulled him into a wanton kiss.

“Líik'il [Lift],” he commanded, breaking their kiss and tugging at her dress.

She lifted her hips, and he pulled the dress free, tossing it to the side. He groaned at the sight of her blue lace thong, soaked with her own arousal. He leaned down, peppering kisses from her knee to her inner thigh, nuzzling the top of her slit through her panties before descending back down the other leg.

She opened her mouth to beg or curse him but could only choke out a strangled moan as he covered her mound with his mouth, sucking her in.

“Always so sweet, in yakunaj,” Attuma murmured, licking his lips.

He lapped at her again, swirling the wet lace around her clit. She keened at the sensation, hips bucking into her husband’s mouth. Her hands found their way back to his hair, twisting her fingers in the damp waves. Attuma pulled away, dragging her thong with him. He cast it off to the side, uncaring of where it landed.

He pushed her thighs apart, forcing her to spread herself before him and grinning at the sight. Attuma ran the pads of his fingers up and down her slit, pressing lightly on her clit. Okoye writhed beneath him, begging sweetly in her mother tongue for more. He didn’t answer, merely pinned her down to devour her sex with focused intensity.

Attuma drank in her pleasure, greedily moaning at the taste of her. He wanted only the sweetness of her filling his mouth. He pulled her throbbing clit into his mouth, sucking with abandon. His wife mewled and writhed beneath him. He pressed her apart further and increased the pressure on her sweet pearl, fluttering his tongue across the bundle of nerves.

Okoye sobbed. Her nimble fingers tangled in his hair as he drove her to the cusp of her release.

“Myeni [Husband],” she begged, breathless, “nceda! [please!]”

Pulling away from her clit, he ran his tongue up her glistening slit, swirling it around her pearl. Sucking it back into his mouth, Attuma grazed it with his teeth. Okoye cried out, a strangled, stuttered shout of his name, and flooded his mouth with her release. He continued his ministrations, hoisting her legs over his shoulders and pressing one, then two fingers into her clenching heat.

In and out, Attuma worked his wife through her first release before curling his fingers just so, sending her spiraling into another. Her thighs clenched around his head, and she wailed her pleasure to the stars. He removed his mouth from her but didn’t stop the punishing pace of his fingers.

Attuma surged upward, claiming Okoye’s lips in a bruising kiss. She whimpered into his mouth, tasting the remnants of her essence on his tongue. Her mind was blank, drifting in a blissful state.

“My precious wife, so wet for me,” he murmured against her lips. “I can feel you tightening around my fingers, in yakunaj. Are you going to come for me again, diosa?”

Okoye let out a needy moan and shuddered, burying her face in his neck. Her hands grasped at him wildly, clutching his shoulders and back while her hips rose to meet his every thrust. All she could feel was him. The strength of his hips between her legs, the raised texture of his scars along his chest and shoulders, the rough rhythm of his fingers driving her to the edge of euphoria.

“Ko'oten wo'osal [Come for me], Okoye,” Attuma commanded.

Black spots danced at the edge of her vision as her third climax slammed into her. She keened, her body convulsing on the grass. Her nails scored his back, and Attuma hummed, pleased at the flood of her arousal that dripped down his wrist, pooling on the ground below them.

He slowed his fingers gradually, easing her down, murmuring sweet words in Mayan, pressing sweeter kisses to her lips.

She whined as he pulled his fingers from her body. “A-Attuma.”

“K’iino’.” He peppered kisses across her face, allowing her to catch her breath.

Attuma sat back and removed his loincloth, groaning as his wife wrapped a firm hand around his length. She stroked him languidly, pulling him toward her aching center. He hissed as Okoye dragged the tip of his member through her wetness.

“Yatan,” he growled, squeezing her thighs, “ts'aa in polla ichil. [Put my cock in you]”

“Taj muk'óolal, wíicham,” she teased, throwing his words back in his face. But she had no more inclination to wait than he did.

Okoye’s breath hitched as Attuma’s cock nudged her clit. She was more than ready to take him, to feel the burning stretch of him as he split her open. Tilting her hips up, she placed the weeping head of his cock at her entrance and locked her legs behind his back. Her arms wound around his neck, and Attuma groaned as he sank into Okoye’s velvet heat.

He filled her slowly, invading every sense until she could feel nothing but him. Attuma gazed down at the other half of his soul in adoration. Her skin glistened under the pale light of the moon, shining like the earth after Chaac’s blessing. Breathy sighs of pleasure left her lips, a symphony meant only for his ears. Okoye’s eyes fluttered shut as their hips met, overwhelmed with sensation.

“Open your eyes, in yakunaj.”

Okoye blinked dazedly, her eyes unfocused.

Attuma rocked into her, delighting in her sharp gasp.

“Open, Okoye.”

She opened her eyes, meeting his heated gaze. Her pupils were blown wide, a thin ring of brown around endless black.

He thrust again, watching as her brows furrowed and her mouth fell open.

“Have you missed this, in K’iino’?”

He could feel the quiver of her thighs as she tightened around him. Attuma began a shallow rhythm, working his cock inside of her.

“Have you missed the way your husband’s cock fills you?”

His only answer was a moan as he sped up his thrusts. Attuma unwound Okoye’s arms from his neck, kissing her palms before pinning her wrists above her head. He held them there with one hand, bringing the other to toy with her nipples. His strokes never stopped, withdrawing almost entirely before plunging back in, unrelenting.

“Have you missed the way I fuck you, in yakunaj?”

Attuma’s hips snapped into hers harshly, punching the breath out of her lungs. Her eyes slammed shut, and she threw her head back, baring the dark expanse of her throat to him. He drove into her with hard, punishing strokes, filling her completely every time. He released her wrists and took hold of her throat.

“No answers for me, hm? Has my wife lost her ability to speak?”

Okoye rode the cusp of delirium, her body feverish. He shifted one of her legs to his shoulder, delving impossibly deeper, and her pleasure rocketed to new heights.

“Ah! At-Attuma!” She cried his name to the gods, hips bucking as she chased her next release. Her nails scorched trails of fire down his forearms.

“There you are.” His grin was feral, white teeth glimmering in the dark night. “Cum for me, K’iino’.”

Attuma fucked Okoye through her orgasm, relishing in the sweet feel of her clenching around him. He didn’t give her the chance to come down from her high. Swift and agile like his wayob, Attuma flipped his wife onto her front, pulling her to her knees.

He plunged back into her, giving no quarter.

Okoye sobbed, overwhelmed at the feeling of Attuma taking her. He was relentless and thorough, and she knew he wouldn’t stop until he’d had his fill. Or she collapsed from exhaustion.

She felt him jogging his hips searchingly, seeking that secret place inside her. Realizing what he intended, Okoye scrambled for purchase on the soft grass, pathetically attempting to pull away. She reached back in vain, hoping to stop Attuma’s efforts, but he swatted her hand away and tightened his grip on her hips.

“At- tuma! Ple- ase! Bast, I can’t!” Okoye panted, breathless from the force of his strokes.

“You can,” he asserted, still pistoning in and out of her, unfazed by her efforts, “You will. And once you do, I will fill you with my seed until it drips from your body.”

Okoye could only moan as her back arched further, burying her face in her arms. Her mind was clouded, lost in the haze of ecstasy. Unconsciously, she bore down, rocking back into Attuma, fucking herself on his thick cock.

“Lelo' tuláakal, jats'uts. Ch’aik a ki' janal [That’s it, beautiful. Take your pleasure],” he praised her, delivering a sharp slap to her ass.

With a rough snap of his hips, Okoye keened, a bolt of white-hot pleasure racing up her spine as he found what he’d been searching for. She gasped a curse and tried to jerk away, but Attuma maintained his iron grip on her.

He thrust his cock into her with deadly precision, establishing a brutal rhythm. Every stroke forced a cry from her lips as he fucked her with ruthless purpose. The debauched sound of skin meeting skin and Okoye’s ardent cries created a cacophony that drowned out the gentle sounds of the ocean.

Attuma’s hand reached between her legs and began rubbing her clit in hard, fast circles. Okoye shrieked and felt every muscle in her body tensing as he propelled her to the edge. He thrust once, twice, and pinched her clit.

An electrifying shock of blinding pleasure sliced through her, and Okoye screamed.

She thrashed, muscles spasming violently as the dam broke and a gush of wetness poured from her.

Attuma grunted, his thrusts faltering at the feel of her sex clenching around him. He came with a low, guttural groan, spilling into her, filling her with warmth.

Okoye’s body went limp beneath him, her muscles still spasming. He eased his cock from her, soothing her as she whimpered weakly. He grabbed his rebreather and laid down beside her. Attuma hauled Okoye on top of him and began massaging her undoubtedly sore muscles. He hummed a soft tune of relaxation, hoping to soothe her aches.

Okoye nuzzled into Attuma’s chest, feeling sated and exhausted. She lay on top of him, smiling, warm, and content in his embrace, relaxed by the soft tune he hummed.

“Have I fulfilled my duties to your satisfaction, in k’iino’?” he asked softly.

Okoye chuckled, hiding her face in his chest. “I’d certainly say so.”

“Good,” he said, and Okoye could hear the smugness in his voice. “I strive to be the best.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “The best, hm?”

“Yes,” he answered simply, running his large hands across her back. “It’s nothing less than what you deserve.”

Okoye froze, tears pricking her eyes. Just when she thought she couldn’t love this stupid shark man anymore, he had to go and say something stupidly sentimental that made her heart soar. She blinked rapidly, fighting the urge to cry.

“Attuma,” she breathed softly. “You don’t have-”

“I do,” he said firmly. “You are Okoye, daughter of Kioni, General of the Armies of Wakanda, the Most Fearsome Warrior on the surface world. You are the sun that brightens the sky and the other half of my soul. My perfect match in every way. There are not words for all that you deserve, but I will endeavor until my dying breath to be all that you need.”

Okoye cursed softly as the tears she fought fell without her permission. Her husband’s love was overwhelming in the best way. It filled all the holes in her armor and shielded her vulnerable pieces. The world was ruthless, and life could be cruel, but here, in Attuma of Talokan’s arm, there was safety and solace. Here, there was comfort and peace.

Her overly-sweet husband took off his rebreather, nuzzled her cheek, and kissed away her tears. “Don’t cry, in K’iino’.”

“I can’t help it, you stupid shark. You and your ulwimi olunobusi.”

“My tongue is only honeyed because I’ve drunk from the sweetest source in this world.”

“Yeka!” she cried, covering his mouth with her hand, laughing as he kissed her palm.

He laughed with her, and she cupped his face as they sobered. Okoye stared into her husband’s eyes, stroking his cheek.

“You are more than I could’ve thought to pray for and more than I ever dared to dream of. I am honored to be your wife and honored to have you as my husband.” She kissed him lovingly and sighed, laying back down on his chest.

“You’re going to be an amazing father.”

Attuma hummed, savoring her words and the feel of her lips on his. Then her words hit him.

“K’iino’?”

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LUCY & THE SWANS

BALL, CAPOTE & PALEY

The new FX series "Feud: Capote vs. The Swans" depicts a world that Lucille Ball knew all too well - wealth, fame and celebrity. Although she does not inhabit the New York Society of Babe Paley, Slim Keith, Ann Woodward, C.Z. Guest, Gloria Guinness and others, she and her Desilu empire lie just outside of it - her influence on the era keenly felt.

Episode 1 of the teleplay ("Pilot") begins in 1958, and takes us to the executive boardroom of CBS in New York. There, Bill Paley (Treat Williams) holds forth, a photo of Lucy and Desi prominently hovering over his shoulder.

In this room, the Paley and the CBS brass made programming moves played out on a schedule board. The Monday 9pm time slot is occupied by "I Love Lucy", with a small photo of Lucy and Desi (the same one that hung on the wall) tucked into the title card - as if they needed reminding of who they were! The only slight faux pas is that "I Love Lucy" (as a half hour series) did not run in 1958. Its final episode aired in May 1957. It then became an hour-long celebrity-driven musical comedy hour under the banner of "The Westinghouse Desilu Playhouse." Paley and CBS probably wanted Lucy and Desi for a 7th season, but Desi had other plans. He wouldn't kill the Ricardos (metaphorically) but relegate them to specials, interspersed with Desilu productions of new drama and comedy. It is possible that the action of "Feud" in this scene lies somewhere in that murky period between Desi's plans, and Paley's wishes for a seventh season of the half-hour format.

In actuality, during 1958, the 9pm Monday time slot was occupied by "The Danny Thomas Show" (filmed at Desilu) and "The Ann Sothern Show" (produced by Desilu). Monday also featured the Desilu Western "The Texan," making the only half hour of CBS's Monday primetime NOT created by Lucy and Desi "Father Knows Best."

Episode 6 ("Hats, Gloves, and Effete Homosexuals") set in 1978 includes a luncheon conversation at La Cote that mentions Lucille Ball and Lucie Arnaz. Truman's new boyfriend Rick (Vito Schnabel) is a handyman who once fixed Ball's air conditioner in Palm Springs.

Truman has promised to bring Rick to see They're Playing our Song on Broadway starring Lucie Arnaz. Rick says that he met little Lucie while she was swimming laps.

BILL & BABE PALEY

The power and influence of William S. Paley cannot be underestimated. He literally built CBS (the Columbia Broadcasting System) from a small radio station to a multi-media conglomerate, serving as Chairman for much of its existence. He shepherded CBS from radio to television, and was responsible for giving the green light to Lucille Ball making the transition from "My Favorite Husband" to "I Love Lucy," bringing her real-life husband along for the ride. Without Paley and Lucy, CBS would not have gotten a foothold in an industry dominated by the National Broadcasting Corporation (NBC).

Paley's second wife was socialite Barbara Cushing Mortimer, who he married the year before he met Lucille Ball. Mortimer is best known as Babe Paley, and she was Truman Capote's favorite of the Swans. In "Lucy's Barbershop Quartet" (1963), the group needs to find a replacement singer for the group and Viv suggests the unseen character of Barbara Cushing, who is a soloist in their church choir. Although Lucy, Viv, Thelma, and Dorothy were definitely not swans (more like Danfield Ducks) the writers were tipping their hat to the big boss's wife.

A few years later, in "Lucy Meets Danny Kaye" (1964), Kaye telephones Bill Paley to see if he has any spare tickets for his show to give fan Lucy. The best he can do is tickets to "The Jackie Gleason Show." Paley does not appear, nor do we hear his voice.

In real life, Paley and Ball were both in the first group of inductees to the Television Academy Hall of Fame in 1984. Ball and Paley sat at the same table together at the ceremony.

In 1976, he joined those paying tribute to Lucy on "Lucy and CBS: The First 25 Years." Paley and his wife Babe had homes in Manhasset Long Island, and Squam New Hampshire, respectively known as Kiluna Farm South, and Kiluna Farm North, where they entertained a myriad of celebrities, Lucille Ball among them.

TRUMAN CAPOTE

On screen Lucille Ball had little to no interaction with writer Truman Capote. But in her personal life, Ball was guest at at least one of his lavish parties. Gary and Lucy's photo album included a photo of the Mortons at a December 13, 1975 party hosted by Capote, Allan Carr, and John O'Shea in Lincoln Heights, a wealthy neighborhood of Los Angeles. The 'mug shot' was part of a party game where guests were 'arrested' and forced to pay bail in order to get released. The money was usually donated to the host's favorite charity.

In July 1978, Capote joined Lucille Ball at Westbury Music Fair to see Lucie Arnaz perform in "Annie Get Your Gun".

Capote's one foray into acting was in Neil Simon's Murder By Death (1976), a camp comedy send-up of Agatha Christie-style murder mysteries where Capote played the eccentric host, Lionel Twain. The film featured a few stars with close connections to Lucille Ball.

Peter Sellars (Sidney Wang) starred in Will The Real Mr. Sellars...?, an oddball film from 1969 with a very brief cameo by Lucille Ball courtesy of hidden camera footage.

Elsa Lanchester (Jessica Marbles) famously guest-starred on "I Love Lucy" as a woman who may - or may not be - a hatchet murderess. In 1973, she appeared on "Here's Lucy" as kooky bank robber Mumsie Westcott.

Although screen writer Neil Simon never wrote for Lucille Ball, or even appeared on the same screen with her, they did share credits on two television shows. He was a staff writer on ��The Garry Moore Show,” which Lucy appeared on in 1960. Simon and Ball were both featured on “Bob Hope’s World of Comedy” (1976), but were not onstage at the same time. It was Lucie Arnaz who worked closest with Simon. She starred on Broadway in They’re Playing Our Song (for which Simon wrote the libretto) in 1978. She then took over the role of Bela in Simon's Pulitzer Prize-winning Broadway play Lost in Yonkers in 1992.

MISC. SWANS

Vivian Vance doing an in-character commercial for Swan dish soap on "The Lucy Show." Swan was made by Lever Brothers, and was discontinued in 1974.

SWAN SONGS

LUCY: "Would you begrudge an expectant swan her song?" RICKY: "You seem to forget that this particular swan has no talent." ~ Lucy's Show Biz Swan Song (1952)

LUCY: “It’s time for that swan to hit the come-back trail.” FRED: “That swan’s got a little ham in it.” ~ The Indian Show (1953)

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On September 30th 1921 Hollywood film star Deborah Kerr was born in Glasgow.

She spent the first three years of her life in the nearby town of Helensburgh, where her parents lived with Deborah’s grandparents in a house on West King Street. The town hail her as one of their own. Kerr had a younger brother, Edmund (“Teddy”), who became a journalist. He was killed in a road rage incident in 2004.

Deborah was a ballet dancer, appearing at Sadler’s Wells no less, before switching to acting when she became too tall. The theatre would become her first love, despite her enormous movie success, and she returned to it time and again.

Despite numerous nominations Kerr was to spend her career with only one major honour (a Golden Globe) from the various ceremonies she attended, 6 Academy Award Nominations, 4 BAFTA Award Nominations, and 1 Primetime Emmy Award Nomination, her credits would include some fantastic films including, from here to Eternity, King Solomon’s Mines, Separate Tables and Julius Caesar, her costars read like a who’s who of Hollywood greats, Marlon Brando, Spencer Tracy, James Grainger, Hayley Mills and Cary Grant amongst many others.

For me there are two films that stand out for Deborah, the first, From here to Eternity and THAT beach scene with Burt Lancaster, where they were said to have had an affair, and one of my mums favourite films, The King and I, it’s a pity she didn’t have the voice to sing in the film, they were dubbed over, but the chemistry between Kerr and Yul Bymer was a joy to watch, he won best actor, Kerr had to make do with a Golden Globe, her only award in her career.

Deborah Kerr has been described as “an artist of impeccable grace and beauty, a dedicated actress whose motion picture career has always stood for perfection, discipline and elegance.” and in 1994, having already received honorary awards from the Cannes Film Festival and BAFTA she would finally get her hands on a coveted Oscar, albeit an honorary one.

Deborah Kerr passed away October 16th 2007 in Suffolk after suffering Scott Disease, an extremely rare, mild to moderate bleeding disorder, her husband of 47 years, Peter Viertel died of cancer less than three weeks later.

#scotland #scottish #history #actress #television #cinea

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Carl Weathers (January 14, 1948 – February 1, 2024) Actor, director and gridiron football linebacker.

On television he portrayed Det. Beaudreaux in the series Street Justice (1991–1993) and a fictionalized version of himself in the comedy series Arrested Development (2004, 2013), and voiced Omnitraxus Prime in Star vs. the Forces of Evil (2017–2019). He had a recurring role as Greef Karga in the Star Wars series The Mandalorian (2019–2023), for which he was nominated for the Primetime Emmy Award for Outstanding Guest Actor in a Drama Series.

Weathers began working as an extra while still playing football. He appeared in an early 1975 episode of the sitcom Good Times titled "The Nude", portraying an angry husband who suspected his wife of cheating on him with J.J. He also guest-starred in a 1975 episode of Kung Fu titled "The Brothers Caine", and in an episode of Cannon titled "The Hero". In 1976, he appeared as a loan shark in an episode of the crime-drama Starsky & Hutch, and in the Barnaby Jones episode "The Bounty Hunter" as escaped convict Jack Hopper. In 1986 he starred in the short-lived series Fortune Dane.

During the final two seasons of In the Heat of the Night (1992–1994), his character, Hampton Forbes, replaced Bill Gillespie as the chief of police. He also played MACV-SOG Colonel Brewster in the CBS series Tour of Duty. (Wikipedia)

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#Carl Weathers #TV #Obit #Obituary #O2024 #Fortune Dane #The Mandalorian #Arrested Development #In the Heat of the Night #Tour of Duty

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ok mutuals (and anyone who wants to engage)

(edit to add, i did it. it's here)

indulge me for a second. i need an

✨enabler ✨

i've been desperate to write an ice series but just haven't had any magical ideas, until this weekend it hit me in the face like a volleyball (may or may not be a recurring fantasy of mine to actually be present at the 86 v-ball scene, but i digress) and now i just either need talked out of it or enabled, because this plot bunny won't leave me alone. at all.

ice x plus size reader.

that's it. that's the premise. 👀

okay that's not all of it, but, that's the handle and one of the main conflicts of the story. ice meets a girl who may not, at first check, be his type but she manages to change his life. of course. because that's what we do here.

before ya'll come for me i'll share where this comes from.

there's a couple on instagram (yes they actually do exist, and yes I'm leaving their name out for their own protection) that have one hundred percent blown me out of the water and make me nearly cry every time I peep them on insta. she's a plus size girlie, and her husband is basically the next Calvin Klein model. Ripped, gorgeous, the stuff of (wet) dreams.

and he is ass over teakettle for her. worships the ground she walks on. he defends her in the comments. helps her workout. and the amount of hate they get being an "aesthetically untraditional" couple is so disgusting but i cheer for them every time i see them sharing their life online.

it ✨does✨ happen.

Hollywood men do fall for and marry obese women. as much as it goes against the grain and the agenda that to be thin is beautiful, it happens.

plus size women can and are beautiful. full stop.

they're imperfect like every other woman, but they're beautiful.

and men that find them beautiful aren't broken or settling.

i love this idea for Ice because his life and his character are so wrapped up in performance and perfection. the perfect body, the perfect record. a cutting, appears-to-be-shallow personality.

he's primetime and ripe to be wrecked by a girl who is nontraditionally beautiful, who challenges his worldview and everything he thinks he wants.

and we all know Iceman is a man of challenge.

edit to add: i also like to think val being who he is now is so beyond aesthetics that this wouldn't even begin to matter, so that's my misguiding justification.

as someone on a very new, recent and less-than-magical-most-days body journey, who has always been ashamed of how she looks, this idea terrifies me. honestly it does.

because i don't feel worthy or deserving of a Hollywood man.

experience tells me that i'm undesirable because of how i look, and that to be desirable, my personality *and* my body must conform.

it feels like a fairy tale. but for my iconic instagram couple it isn't, it's just life.

and i think a lot of people out there, like me, need to know that.

maybe it's for my own self healing and indulgence. maybe it's something untapped in the fanfiction realms of tumblr.

or maybe it's a stupid idea that should just go down into the valley of bad ideas and die.

i'm vibrating to hear thoughts on this, so please don't be shy. take a hop into my DMs. comment. reblog. do something.

let me know because this plot bunny has fangs and is threatening me and i'm scared please thanks byeeeee

#me @ like all my mutuals #val kilmer #top gun #top gun 1986 #tom iceman kazansky #curvy #weird thoughts with meerkat #random thoughts #my thoughts #enable me #please engage #engagement #thinking out loud #body positive #chubby #fat #plus size bodies #thic is beautiful #thick babe

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DAME ANGELA LANSBURY (1925-Died October 11th 2022,at 96). British American actress and singer who played many film, theatre and television roles. With one of the longest careers in the entertainment industry, her career spanned over 80 years, much of it in the United States; her work also received much international attention. Upon the death of Olivia de Havilland in July 2020, Lansbury became the earliest surviving Academy Award nominee and one of the last stars from the Golden Age of Hollywood cinema.Lansbury was born to an upper-middle-class family in central London, the daughter of Irish actress Moyna Macgill and English politician Edgar Lansbury. To escape the Blitz, in 1940 she moved to the United States, there studying acting in New York City. Proceeding to Hollywood in 1942, she signed to MGM and obtained her first film roles, in Gaslight (1944) and The Picture of Dorian Gray (1945), earning her two Oscar nominations and a Golden Globe Award. She appeared in 11 further MGM films, mostly in minor roles, and after her contract ended in 1952 she began supplementing her cinematic work with theatrical appearances. Although largely seen as a B-list star during this period, her appearance in the film The Manchurian Candidate (1962) received widespread acclaim and is cited as being one of her finer performances leading her to her third Academy Award nomination. Moving into musical theatre, Lansbury finally gained stardom for playing the leading role in the Broadway musical Mame (1966), which earned her her first Tony Award and established her as a gay icon.Amid difficulties in her personal life, Lansbury moved from California to County Cork, Ireland in 1970, and continued with a variety of theatrical and cinematic appearances throughout that decade. These included leading roles in the stage musicals Gypsy, Sweeney Todd, and The King and I, as well as in the hit Disney film Bedknobs and Broomsticks (1971). Moving into television in 1984, she achieved worldwide fame as fictional writer and sleuth Jessica Fletcher in the American whodunit series Murder, She Wrote, which ran for 12 seasons until 1996, becoming one of the longest-running and most popular detective drama series in television history. Through Corymore Productions, a company that she co-owned with her husband Peter Shaw, Lansbury assumed ownership of the series and was its executive producer for the final four seasons. She also moved into voice work, contributing to animated films like Disney's Beauty and the Beast (1991) and Don Bluth's Anastasia (1997). She toured in a variety of international productions and continued to make occasional film appearances such as Nanny McPhee (2005) and Mary Poppins Returns (2018).Lansbury received an Honorary Academy Award, a Lifetime Achievement Award from the BAFTA, a Lifetime Achievement Tony Award and five additional Tony Awards, six Golden Globes, and an Olivier Award. She also was nominated for numerous other industry awards, including the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress on three occasions, and various Primetime Emmy Awards on 18 occasions, and a Grammy Award. In 2014, Lansbury was made a Dame Commander of the Order of the British Empire by Queen Elizabeth II. Her Murder,She Wrote,co star,Ron Masak,who played the cadillac driving sheriff of Cabot Cove, Mort Metzger,died just nine days later,on October 20th. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angela_Lansbury

#Angela Lansbury #Dame Angela Lansbury #British Actresses #American Actresses #Actresses #Murder She Wrote #Jessica Fletcher #The Manchurian Candidate #Bedknobs & Broomsticks #Beauty and the Beast #Disney Legends #Notable Deaths in October 2022 #Notable Deaths in 2022 #Ron Masak

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Gwen Stefani's most show-stopping looks from the 90s to now Part 1

1. The Tonight Show, 2022

2. 62nd Annual GRAMMY Awards, 2020

This has to be one of the most breathtaking gowns we have ever seen, making it by far one of Gwen Stefani's best-ever looks. Vintage-inspired and adorned with sacred hearts, it is timelessly gorgeous - and can even rival some of the best Met Gala looks of all time.

3. 48th AFI Life Achievement Award Gala Tribute, 2022

4. Hollywood Walk of Fame, 2023

5. Live 105's Not So Silent Night, 1995

6. The Voice - Season 22, 2022

7. Met Gala, 2022

8. Met Gala, 2019

9. MTV Video Music Awards, 1998

10. The Holiday Light Show, 2017

11. 66th Annual Primetime Emmy Awards, 2014

12. Vanity Fair Oscar Party, 2016

Pictured with her husband Blake Shelton, Gwen Stefani is a vision in red. This gown is certainly daring but one that she pulls off effortlessly. From the petal details to her old Hollywood glam red lip and bob, it is an unforgettable style moment.

13. Vogue Fashion Awards, 2001

14. The Voice - Season 19, 2020

15. Visit to Hallmark Channel's "Home & Family", 2020

16. The Voice - Season 19, 2020

17. The 45th Annual GRAMMY Awards, 2003

18. LA Orpheum, 2015

19. Los Angeles Premiere of "The Aviator", 2004

20. Vogue Fashion Fund Event, 2012

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Round 2

Rio Morales. An immigrant who works in the medical field. She is Mile's Morales mother, and a very comprehensive one at that, often being a mediator between her husband and child. She tries to encourage Miles the best way she can. Rio also got angry at him for not getting an A in Spanish. Canonically Puerto Rican.

Félix Khoury / Brazilian

Submission said: Felix was one of the best villains from the Brazilian teledramaturgy. He is complex. Problematic. Nasty fucker who does bad things. Unapologetic. Evil. Manipulative. Unlikeable. Three dimensional. Threw a newborn baby in the thrash. Villainous, but got the whole country cheering for his redemption because he was just too charismatic. Also was the first televised gay kiss on a primetime soap opera here in Brazil. Mateus Solano made him a reality and I love him.

#miss sexy latam tournament #tournament poll #poll tournament #poll #tournament

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Samantha Markle lawsuit

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YOU SAW IT HERE FIRST: The 38 Statements Samantha Markle Demands Megs Admit to and 23 Questions She wants Meg to Answer Under Oath. These were among the documents filed yesterday (Feb 3, 2023) as part of the defamation lawsuit Markle v. Markle. Boy, this is getting juicy!!!

I discovered these when searching through the court documents that were filed yesterday. Here’s my post for today on those court filings related to the deposition of Megs, Harry and others: https://www.reddit.com/r/SaintMeghanMarkle/comments/10tutlx/megs_halfsister_samantha_markle_has_formally/

Samantha Markle Demands that Megs Admit the Following 38 Statements:

You are not an only child.

You have a half-sister named Samantha M. Markle.

You have a half-brother named Thomas Markle, Jr.

Your sister, Samantha Markle has driven you to school on a regular basis at a certain period of your life.

You and your half sister, Samantha Markle have gone on shopping trips to a mall which was local to you.

You sent an email to Jason Knauf with the subject line Re: Omid and Carolyn Book, a copy of which is attached, hereto and marked as Exhibit “A.”

The copy of the email attached hereto and marked as Exhibit “A” is a true copy of the email you sent.

You sent an email to Jason Knauf in which you stated “for when you sit down with them it may be helpful to have some background reminders, so I’ve included them below just in case.”

You sent an email to Jason Knauf in which you stated under the section entitled Family; relationship with family and father (past and present): “media pressure crumbled him [Thomas Markle] and he began doing press deals brokered by his daughter Samantha.”

You sent an email to Jason Knauf in which you stated under the section entitled Family; M’s relationship with half-siblings (date/timing): “Meghan saw them a handful of times when she was under the age of 5, and again when she was 11 years old. She didn’t see her half sister again until her father asked her to attend Samantha’s graduation in New Mexico when Meghan was 22 years old.”

The statement “Meghan saw them a handful of times when she was under the age of 5, and again when she was 11 years old. She didn’t see her half sister again until her father asked her to attend Samantha’s graduation in New Mexico when Meghan was 22 years old” is false.

You sent an email to Jason Knauf in which you stated under the section entitled Family; M’s relationship with half-siblings (date/timing): “Upon Meghan dating Harry, Samantha changed her last name back to Markle, and began a career creating stories to sell to the press.”

You know that Samantha changed her name back prior to you dating Harry.

You sent an email to Jason Knauf in which you stated under the section entitled Family; M’s relationship with half-siblings (date/timing): “Meghan has never had a relationship with either of them; she was always referred to as an only child by both of her parents and all of her friends through her entire upbringing because the half siblings were not in the picture.”

The statement: “Meghan has never had a relationship with either of them; she was always referred to as an only child by both of her parents and all of her friends through her entire upbringing because the half siblings were not in the picture” is false.

There are more photographs of you and Mrs. Markle than the one you showed the press, and you personally possess more photographs of your half-sister, Samantha.

Your husband, Prince Harry, emailed Jason Knauf and stated: “I totally agree that we have to be able to say we didn’t have anything to do with it” and that “equally, you giving the right context and background to them would help get some truths out there.”

You gave Jason Knauf, via email, several “background reminders” for his meeting with the authors of Finding Freedom.

You stated in your “Primetime Special” interview with Oprah Winfrey on CBS that Mrs. Markle “she [Samantha Markle] changed her last name back to Markle, and I think she’s an early fifties at the time only when I started dating Harry.”

Samantha Markle was born with the name of Yvonne Marie Markle.

You stated in a British court proceeding that neither you, nor your husband, had anything to do with the content of Finding Freedom.

You did participate in providing some of the content relating to Samantha Markle to the authors of Finding Freedom.

You told the British court “In the light of the information and documents that Mr. Knauf has provided, I accept that Mr. Knauf did provide some information to the authors for the book [Finding Freedom] and that he did so with my knowledge, for a meeting that he planned for with the authors in his capacity as Communications Secretary. The extent of the information he shared is unknown to me.”

You stated in your “Primetime Special” interview with Oprah Winfrey on CBS that, since the day of the interview, you last saw Mrs. Markle “at least 18, 19 years ago and before that, 10 years before that.”

The statement you made in the interview with Oprah Winfrey on CBS that you had not seen Samantha Markle since “at least 18, 19 years ago and before that, 10 years before that” was not true.

You had a conversation with Mr. Knauf following his meeting with the authors of Finding Freedom, in which Mr. Knauf briefed you as to what he discussed with the authors of Finding Freedom.

You invited Samantha Markle to your first wedding.

You have lived in the same residence as Samantha Markle.

You were never forced at the age of thirteen (13) to work in low-paying jobs to make ends meet.

Queen Elizabeth was not a racist.

King Charles is not a racist.

When attending auditions, you drove a Ford Explorer with functioning doors.

You attended a private catholic day school, Immaculate Heart High School.

On July 27, 2013, you posted on Instagram that you had lunch at a fine dining restaurant, Musso & Frank Grill with your father after every tap and ballet class.

You did not publicly defend or support Mrs. Markle after she received negative press.

In the email dated December 10, 2018, you stated that the Plaintiff “had lost custody of all three of her children from different fathers.”

Mrs. Markle never lost custody of her three children.

You called the Plaintiff from the show of “Deal or No Deal” in Buenos Aires.

Twenty-three questions Samantha Markle wants answers to:

Please list each and every lawsuit in which you have been a party in the last ten (10) years.

Have you ever provided any information to Jason Knauf for him to share with the authors of Finding Freedom?

Did you at any discuss with anyone the idea of them participating or not participating in providing information to the authors of Finding Freedom or contact the authors of Finding Freedom?

At any point in time did you live with any of your siblings, half-siblings, or stepsiblings?

Did your relationship with Samantha Markle become estranged at any point in time?

Please list each and every written communication sent by you that pertains to the book Finding Freedom.

Other than your email to Mr. Knauf, did you ever contact the authors (or request that someone else contact the authors of Finding Freedom) to provide other information for Finding Freedom?

Did you discuss talking points with Oprah Winfrey, or agents/representatives/agents of Ms. Winfrey ahead of your CBS Primetime Special?

Please state whether or not you have ever spoken out in defense of the Plaintiff after seeing the public scrutiny/hatred she has received from your fans.

Please explain why you failed to produce your emails to Mr. Knauf in the British Court Proceeding, Appeals Nos. A3/2021/0609 and A3/2021/0943, Case No. IL-2019-0001110.

Have you ever requested that any member of the Royal Family Public Relations Team write stories about the Plaintiff or initiate negative press about the Plaintiff?

In your Motion to Dismiss [D.E. 23] you indicated: “I asked my father to intervene with the Plaintiff.” Please state: (a) what you actually said to your father in this regard, (b) the date when this request was made, © the method of the request (email, text, telephone, etc.), (d) the content of this request, and (e) provide (a) – (d) for any other communications between you and Thomas Markle which stemmed from any and all of such Requests.

Did Mr. Knauf ever brief you or contacting [sic] you following his meeting with the authors of Finding Freedom to discuss what happened?

In Jason Knauf’s email to you regarding his upcoming interview with the authors of Finding Freedom (Omid and Carolyn), he stated: “Please see attached the areas Omid and Carolyn have asked to discuss with me. My advice is that we do not ask your friends to directly engage with them. I think it is important that we can say hand on heart they had no access, just in case it goes into any difficult territory.” You replied “Very helpful – thank you! Shows we’ve been on exactly the same page which is good!” What was your understanding of what was meant by “difficult territory?” Why did you want to keep the communication with the authors of Finding Freedom covert?

Were you aware that the Plaintiff was forced to seek and obtain an “Injunction for Protection Against Stalking” in Polk County, Florida, against one of your fans? If so, please state whether you ever reached out to the Plaintiff upon discovering this Injunction.

If so, please explain the reason(s) why you believe the Plaintiff only changed her name back to Samantha Markle when you started dating Prince Harry.

In your email with Jason Knauf, you state “all of these facts can be validated by anyone who has known Meghan since childhood or afterwards.” Please list the full name, last known address, last known phone numbers and last known email address of each and every person you believe may validate the information you provided to Mr. Knauf.

Please list the full name, last known phone numbers, last known addresses and last known email addresses of each and every person who witnessed the events and/or has knowledge relevant to the allegations in the Plaintiff’s Amended Complaint. With respect to each individual identified, describe in detail the nature and substance of the knowledge or information such individual possesses.

Please list and briefly describe the Plaintiff’s “in-person and other interactions with Meghan after 1999” as stated in your initial disclosures.

Explain how you lack any involvement in the writing and editing of Finding Freedom given your email communications with Mr. Knauf ahead of his meeting with the authors of Finding Freedom? Please describe each and every document which you believe supports the proposition in your Initial Disclosures that you had “a lack of involvement in the writing and editing of Finding Freedom.”

Did you invite Ashleigh Hale to your first wedding? Did you disinvite Ashleigh Hale to your first wedding? If you did disinvite Ashleigh Hale to your first wedding, please state: (a) the date when Ms. Hale was disinvited, (b) who disinvited Ashleigh Hale, © the method of disinviting Ashleigh Hale (i.e., phone call, text message, email, etc.), and (d) explain the reason and/or reasons why Ashleigh Hale was disinvited to your first wedding.

Please list the full name of each and every relative invited to attend your first wedding. For each individual listed, please also provide the date that he/she was invited to your first wedding and whether or not he/she attended your first wedding.

List all of the people who you invited from your family and friends to attend your wedding to your husband, Harry, and which of those people attended.

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