Just a friendly reminder that PR agencies have it in their contracts that they are allowed to make up quotes for their clients without the client having final approval.

This is true across the board, but most PR agencies have a modicum of ethical standards about what quotes they’ll make up.

PR relationship vs Private...

I’ve stumbled across a few fandoms in my time; real life ships vs on screen. Many who expose themselves pretty early on as being nothing but pushing a person(s) career along, networking a show, promotion of a movie or movie franchise and so on. It’s usually pretty easy to point them out; getting faces out there, carefully planned shopping trips or eating out in places ‘all of Hollywood’ go to eat. A stroll down a street that is ear marked by paps as the street a certain someone or someone’s will be walking; my PR calls your PR agency to arrange a time and a place.

I could list the amount of 'PR’ couples who have and still do just that, but I’m not writing this to name names and point fingers. I’m merely putting across that this did, does and still happens in the show business industry. And those who are new to following shows or movies with fandoms attached, better train your BS skills in to what is 'fact’ over what is 'fiction.’ A real couple (as in one who have got together privately off screen, regardless of time, work ethic or closeness) know the dangers involved in getting together; media attention, scrutiny from other cast, fan scrutiny and public appraisal or disappointment. Outside of work is very limited to where you can go without being seen, particularly if you don’t want anyone to know about you. It’s too easy to get trapped into that kind of pressure, actors are after all still human and stress over the same things you and I do. Except their lives are like living in a goldfish bowl, swimming around aimlessly while the outside world judges them and boy! Do we judge.

So…it’s not uncommon for a 'private’ relationship to remain private for the time being. If you are 'like most shows/movies’ a couple who are linked romantically in the storyline; your face and acting are the main base for promoting, it becomes even more stressful, when forced to understand that a movie or shows success rides heavily on your 'believable’ chemistry with your lead. When it becomes 'too’ believable, well that’s when tongues wag and if tongues wag it can mean failure to not only the show/movie, but also the financial investment (studio, media advertisement, merchandising, futures tie ins etc) as an actor you are known as the cash cow; marketing earns money of your back. A show that may have the prospect of longevity, does not want to damage itself, bolting before it’s been released from the stocks. Nor does the movie want to cripple itself financially, before it’s even released to the public. So yes, a 'private’ relationship between two actors can cause a huge headache for both investors, studios and networks trying to push an investment and again I will stress TV shows or movies are financial investments as are the actors, whose faces 'market’ that investment.

You’re only as good as your last performance.
Many believe that you have a choice, fans seem to think you can March right into the board of directors, demand they allow you to live your life, that they cannot tell you want to do with your private life as it belongs to you - wrong, so very wrong. Everything about an actor belongs to a studio. Your public life is a performance, your private life should never be seen. You are a piece of clothing, to be promoted, advertised, displayed and sold to the highest bidder…as long as your agent and manager get as much money as you are worth out of it, of course.
This is unfortunately the black and white, you need to earn money, they need to earn money, the studio or network of studios need money and financial investors need the money they put into the project they invested heavily in, in order to create a profit and success. Romantising in a different light does not work, simply because it’s not reality. Your 'private’ relationship is the difference between success and failure. Off screen romances are a huge no no, your agent, manager, studio want nothing more than it to remain hidden from the public. Studio bosses will be sweating with clauses you many have broken, NDAs are scrutinised and checked to make sure no leaking to the media happens…it’s a financial noose around a studios neck, particularly a very young TV show or the beginning of a movie franchise with the hope of more movies to come.

So…this is why a couple, who no fault of their own, but human nature, fall in love on set, off set - in the privacy of their own private bubble…find themselves in a situation were they cannot disclose what really is going on. Instead play the dumb 'we are best friends, best buddies, supportive and deeply fond of each other’ card. Except body language tells a different story.

The wonderful world of a 'PR’ relationship.
A relationship with nothing to hide. Happy to walk arm and arm down a busy street, go shopping together, get seen at wineries or dinner in an exclusive well known restaurant. Go to public events together or are simply seen as nothing short of 'fake Ken and Barbie’ it’s all to do with image, with promotion and little to do with personality. A good PR agent will see the opportunity of promoting careers, help image, get work. It’s all to do with networking a story, get the media chatting, all along its just a performance. Friends yes, they would need to have some kind of razor or slight chemistry to pull it off. Although there have been a few awkward ones in the passed where neither looked entirely happy to be with each other and yet were supposedly selling a sizzling romance? You also get others behind it; work colleagues, people with clout in the industry, well known faces or names to support this 'showmance’ and yes it has been done in the past, to act as someone’s 'beard’ (ie to cover up the truth) mainly due to the actors sexual orientation or (despise the use of the word gay) relationship with another… they are easier to spot, its always promoted in such a way to get it out there, it doesn’t gradually appear, it just gets put into the public eye in a way that just screams 'too much’

Don’t believe me? How many recent romances, indeed horribly ended marriages have happened due to PR? How many look at a recent paparazzi saturation of a couple, who just looks 'too convenient, too set up, short lived’ to not want you to roll your eyes so far to the back of your head? I can name a few famous singers, whose agency promotes that kind of romance; when an album or single is about to drop, or the eye candy at the time has a movie needing a lot of promotion? As I said PR romances or showmances happen all the time. Self serving for a period of time and then it’s time to move on. No self respecting actor wants their private life splashed across the media. Have fan sites dedicated to pap photos taken of them when they don’t want to been seen. Get hounded by endless questions by parasites (photographers freelance) at airports, calling your name, insulting the person you are linked with by nasty comments to get a reaction from you. That unfortunately is what happens when your 'private’ life is 'out there’ but a PR relationship they are humorous with. They, like other keen sighted people know it’s just for show, so don’t really make much of a fuss over it. It’s titillation, because they (media) know it won’t last for long…they never do.

So before you join a fandom of a movie or TV show, think long and hard of what you are about to get yourself into. There will be tears, there will be tantrums. And unless the object or objects of your desire are already married to each other or another person, then the likely interest will be purely on the cannon story arc and not off screen romances. But then again, frenzied fans see that as a challenge to ship the couple regardless and hate on their real life husband or wife, but that’s going down an even more darker path of fantasy. Or as it has happened in the past, marriages are tested when working very close with your co star, and unfortunately end. Sad but true - that’s just life…I suppose.


Lol.. Did Dinah just lowkey-ly admit that the Fifth Harmony official account is managed by their management and PR agency and that they don’t say the words they say on that account?

Remember the statement in all the mess happened back then on Dec 18th, 2016 and what happened after that? 👀

The shade is real though 😂 She is savage!! OMG.. I love her 😂

@gabxe07 @0h-give-me-lovee @truluvproof

@the14thbaker @decoding1432 @sun-to-my-luna

anonymous asked:

You're going to laugh haha ! So I work in a Canadian PR agency and we took a little swim on your blog ( quickly became my favourite blog btw ) ! Anyways, for a brief second there we thought you were official PR from Starz 😬 You're the best ! Good day

Hahahahahaha you just made my day! If I was, I certainly wouldn’t be bitching about Starz and the fandom all day long but thanks for the laugh anon 😘😘💗


Okay. I am very new here, so i will be awkward at the start, bear with me! I heard that those types of promo’s go around much faster, so i will do it this way! Please like and or reblog if you would like to interact with a Selective, multi-fandom and multi-ship Tatsumaki from One punch series. I am Crossover and Oc friendly. My name is Void by the way! Hope to have a great time here! 

thefitnesstist  asked:

Hey there, I'd like to apply in your Institution in regards to the position of Personal Trainer and Mental Aptitude Applicator. Thanks.

“Ah yes. We have your resume right here. Quite impressive. American living in Australia working as a personal trainer. Normally we see it the other way around. Anyway we have an office set up for you over in the Apollo Pavilion at it’s gym. You’ll probably notice some changes on the way. We just want you to look like Mr. Amal- er… The Agency’s preferences. Nothing major as you already look quite the part. Just a few minor… adjustments. Oh and there will an introduction set up on your computer. Please make sure to watch it when you arrive.”


Making your way through the buildings and grounds fills you with a sense of awe. Everything looks ornate and minimalistic at the same time, appealing but not overpowering. Still in the back of your mind, you wonder what changes you will go through and how you will notice those changes.  The people around you are a mix of normal to immaculate. Some people wore suited tailored to perfection over their bodies, other wearing revealing string tees. You realize you have not seen a woman in the area yet, but it is only a passing thought as you enter the Apollo Pavilion.

The building, much like its namesake, had many Greek and sun motifs through its design. The bright light seemingly magnified through the windows momentarily blinds you. You shield your eyes as you feel a dull ache in them. The light seems to die down as does the aching feeling. Rubbing them you pull back out the map you were given and try to find your way around.

You hear a chipper voice from behind you, “Can I help you sir?”

You turn around to see one of the hulking attendants, like the ones from the main building. The attendant’s smile is bright and he bounces his pecs as he awaits your response. Regaining your composure, you finally show him your map, “Yeah, I’m look—,” You clear your throat, your voice sounding deeper, “Uh… Looking for the gym here.” You point on the map.

He takes it and nods his head, “Yes, go down this hall, take the second left, it’s the hall with a lot of mirrors. Then you should see it on your right.”

You smile and thank him. As you part ways, you cannot help but feel as if he is sizing you up. You feel a hint of mischievousness behind his amber colored eyes as you always away. Your hand rubbing at your throat, feeling as if it should be sore from how your voice sounded, but instead all you feel is an enlarged Adam’s apple.

“Is that supposed to be a change?” You mutter to yourself, the words rolling off your lips in a melodic tone.

Following the directions the attendant gave, you come into the hall lined with mirrors. Each mirror is surrounded by the rays of the sun. Your footsteps echo in the hallway. “It should be on the right…” You say quietly to yourself. As you turn to look right, you catch yourself in the mirror. Making eye contact with yourself, you can’t believe what you see. Your eyes look like they had sapphires implanted in your irises. They look so deep and inviting, but have an air of authority around them. You vaguely remember your girlfriend, Gracie, saying she liked your eyes, so you hope she won’t be too displeased with the difference.

Suddenly, a cramping sensation grips your face. Your eyes grow wide as you can see your jaw define itself a bit further, your nose tapers, and your cheekbones push themselves up. You bring your finger up to caress your face, noting the new masculine beauty it contains.

“This will take some explaining to do,” you think to yourself as you gaze into your reflection. Only the sound of weights hitting the floor in the distance breaks you from your stupor.

Passing the rest of the mirrors, you come to a golden yellow glass door. It is emblazoned with the words, “Gym of Somnus.” It is an odd name, but you think maybe it is the name of a wealthy donor and not give it a second thought. It looks like a hard core, but high class gym. The sunny motif colors of red, yellow, and orange decorated the room. Looking around the room to find where you need to go, the sound of weights catches your attention. Over towards the free weights side of the room, you can see a black-haired stud flexing in the mirror.

“Typical,” you think while chuckling to yourself.

He does not seem to notice you as your approach him. The guy seems intensely focused on his flexing.

“Excuse me,” you start before being cut off by a grunt. He doesn’t even make eye contact with you.

Frowning, you repeat, “Excuse me, I’m looking for my office.”

Once again, all you get in response is a grunt. He stop flexing and pivots towards you, crossing his arms. His stare is cold and methodical.

He grunts again and extends a meaty arm towards a door at the back of the room. You smile awkwardly, saying thanks, and turning to leave. The stud seems to return to exactly where he was in his flexing routine. You leave with an eerie feeling, especially since no one else is in the gym. Going in the back door, it is another hallway lined with doors. Most of the black plates on them are blank, except for two. One read, “Fulston, Austin Head Trainer,” and the other read, “Fitt-Anderson, Braxton Assistant Physical and Mental Trainer.”

“Wow they work fast,” you think to yourself as you enter the room. It is bare, with a desk and a computer with a few other office-like decorations. There is a couch and what looks to be a massage table. “Fancy,” you think to yourself and sit at the computer. There is a note on the front with an MP3 looking device on top of it.

“Dear Mr. Fitt-Anderson,

Thank you for joining the Health and Fitness Division of the Amalia Agency. As an employee, you will not only enrich the lives of your customers, but yourself as well. You may decorate your office as you desire and even purchase equipment, furnishings, and services using your in-company currency gained in addition to the currency of your choice. That is just one of the many perks available to you as a valued employee. The MP3 is pre-loaded with your introduction to the company. We suggest finding a comfortable position to sit and listen to it. The computer is yours to keep. Please use our amenities to enhance your performance here.


Alistar Morning

Amalia Agency PR”

You set down the paper and feel a buzz in your pocket. It’s Gracie wondering how it is going and when you will be home. You text back, reassuring her it is going well. However, even though it seems you have great service, it does not send. You shrug and look back towards the computer and MP3. Suddenly, several bright flashes hit your eye and a feeling of relaxation overcomes you. You decide the text is unimportant for now and put your phone away.

You slip the headphones on and decide to snap a selfie. “Hehe hashtag retro,” You type into your phone, the photo uploading to Instagram with ease. You settle back into the chair and turn on the device. A soft, soothing tone fills your ears and a soft, whispering voice welcome you to the company. Leaning your head back and exhaling deeply, the words start to blur in your mind. The voice keeps droning on, almost like how your college professors would lull you to sleep. Almost, except that this voice felt so reassuring and relaxing.

Soon you have fallen into a deep sleep, not knowing the voice has now changed. It is filling your mind with new commands and your body obeys without your control. You slip off your shirt and feel yourself up. Your strong hand groping your thick pecs and your thumbs rub your nipples seductively. The voice tells you to cum and your cock spasms on command. The voice tells you to lick it up and your hand scoops up the cum and lick it greedily. The voice filling your mind with commands, triggers, and ideas.

You may have been the alpha before coming into this room, and you will appear as so to the outside, but in private with higher staff, your personality will become submissive. It will feel like it is the natural order of things to you. Wearing revealing clothing will become a priority unless another situation calls for it. All these suggestions pull you away from your original straight, alpha male personality, but the voice says this will be a gradual change.

”And once again, thank you for joining the Amalia Agency,” those are the words you hear as you wake up. Yawning, you sit up and stretch, thinking you heard the whole thing. The computer was running and an in-company messenger was running. There was a message inviting you to meet with Mr. Amalia as he seems to be interested in meeting new employees.

A feeling of pride welled in your chest as the phone in your pocket buzzed again. You grunt and ignore it, “She is needy,” you say through gritted teeth, not realizing you had a shirt on when you sat down. You smile and give a quick flex in the mirror. You decide to go to the meeting shirtless, to show Mr. Amalia the goods he has. You walk out of the room as your phone buzzes again.

so i thought i would make a timeline for those of you who are just catching up and trying to figure out why the larries hate jeff. 

january 2014: larries discover who jeff is and how much time harry has been spending with him, decide because he is an azoff that his dad is letting louis and harry borrow his jet to fly places together and have the secret romance of the century. 

february 2014: harry goes to jamaica with friends (including jeff, which we recently learned); larries pretend he went with louis because it makes them feel better. harry only goes back to london (where louis is) for fashion stuff and the brits. harry gives absolutely no shits at the brits, hangs out with nick grimshaw despite his “limited time” with louis. harry darts out of london back to LA the very next morning with his parents in tow. harry and his parents are papped with jeff in LA, jeff {{gasp}} smiles at harry and larries say things like this:

(bless you broschmo this is one of my favorite quotes of all time).

march 2014: harry is pictured with the azoffs in a photo that screams FAMILY!!

larries hate it and question their motives. [i suspect by this time the larries had realized that solo harry was an actual threat, so they hated on jeff to “hide” their fears. you see, solo harry means he and louis won’t be forced to be around each other anymore, so larries will never see them together again if harry goes solo].

april to september 2014: more harry + jeff + azoffs, larries continue to question their motives.

september 2014: larries discover that jeff has a girlfriend. their relief is palpable and glenne immediately becomes deemed broschmo’s “GURRRL.” (thank god, we were starting to worry that them spending all this time together meant they’re dating! WHEW! larry is still so real!)

rest of september 2014 to december 2015: relieved that jeff and harry aren’t dating, the larries create an imaginary world where harry being close to the azoffs means irving wants to take over 1d. there is never a single actual indication of this; in fact, after much badgering from the larries, irving even tweets in october 2015 that 1d is still in the “very capable hands of modest." 

[sidebar: those of us who try not to spend all of our time irrationally rationalizing things have been trying for more than a year to point out to them that irving and richard griffiths of modest are friends and have a long history together, but they ignore us because they don’t like this idea].

of course, as with everything, they try to twist irving’s words and then ignore his tweet altogether, pretending it doesn’t exist because they don’t like it. they continue collecting ~evidence (none of which is logical or valid, but that’s another story) as to why they are so much smarter than everyone else and how they and their magical anons with superpowers know irving is going to take over 1d.

january 2016: quite literally as soon as he can, harry signs paperwork to let jeff (and possibly irving but definitely jeff) take over his representation. the larries say it isn’t real because jeff is wearing swimming trunks when the papers are signed. 

february 2016: we have now received confirmation that jeff is harry’s manager. modest THEMSELVES have confirmed that they no longer have a contract with harry. there are other indications that harry has also changed PR agencies. shit’s getting real, right?  of course, the larries continue to deny and ignore these things they don’t like, so many of them are still on the "no way would harry ever do anything by himself, he’s a pathetic incapable toddler without louis” boat.  but they are gradually reverting to hating jeff again because they know they can’t deny forever that harry is being represented as an individual, and when the day comes that they must acknowledge this, they’ll want to have someone to blame.

TL;DR: jeff representing harry means solo harry. solo harry means no 1d. no 1d means no louis and harry interaction. therefore, jeff representing harry means no louis and harry interaction, and jeff is THE DEVIL because the last 5 years of their life have been a waste.

see styloff’s header, which nicely summarizes what some of us have seen coming for nearly two years now.  because we have eyes.

anonymous asked:

Oh wow I totally didn't know that PR agencies can make quotes about their client without their final say in the matter. I tried googling it but it's gotten me nowhere and I've no clue about any of this stuff unfortunately. Is this kind of stuff in like, any contract that has PR? Not even just celebrities?

I don’t know about corporate PR, my information comes from celebrity PR. The purpose of being able to do that is so that PR can promptly respond when needed to whatever is going on at the moment and to lighten the load on the celebrity when there are a ton of media outlets looking for quotes and stories.

Most celebrity PR insist on this clause in good faith and they earn it by making the celebrity look good. And the simple fact that they CAN do that, by contract, doesn’t mean that they do it all the time in most cases. Most ethical PR firms run the quotes by the celebrity before publishing, so it “might as well be” from the celeb. The contract clause is also there in part to protect the PR firm if the client decides later they didn’t like a quote that was printed, even if it was approved originally.

But we are literally looking at a history of seeing quotes in articles, 99% by Dan Wootton surprisingly, that don’t match what the guys have said within days of the article or more damningly, we see what was said on video and suddenly in writing there’s another few hundred words tacked onto the quote.

Dan makes shit up, we know that, but if the words are in quotes, they have to come from the source or from the source’s mouthpiece. And Simon Jones, sadly, is the mouthpiece.

Unless it’s Ann-Marie Samson (Syco head of PR), which is a whole ‘nuther kettle of stinky fish.

Over 50 years ago, Malcolm X said “If you’re not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing.” An awful lot of people still haven’t understood this essential lesson. 

Saddam’s soldiers throwing babies out of the incubators; Iraqi weapons of mass destruction ready to strike against Britain in 45 minutes; Libyan soldiers using rape as a weapon of war; Gaddafi using black mercenaries to perpetrate a massacre in Benghazi; Assad using chemical weapons in pursuit of a sectarian anti-Sunni agenda… These slick “infomercials” - the fruit of a close collaboration between news agencies, PR firms and phoney Twitter personalities - have been used routinely as a means of hiding the reality of imperialist wars; as a means of painting the US and its allies as the representatives of justice and peace, and the anti-imperialist states as brutal, murderous, anti-popular, undemocratic. It’s Goebbels on steroids; stop falling for it.

—  Carlos Martinez via Facebook
Rise and Always Shine: TRR MC x Maxwell fic.

*Ships: MC x Maxwell, Prince Liam x Countess Madeleine

*Trigger Warning: D**ke mention.

*MC is named Caroline.

*If you ever need a fic from, I take requests. 


Distinguished guests of Cordonia’s Royal Family: I’m here to announce the selection the Prince has made. He has chosen Lady Caroline Fisher of New York as his bride….”

Without any warning, Caroline woke up from her daydream and saw the Coronation Ball still taking place. She saw all the must-know crowd of Cordonia and surrounding kingdoms mingling (and some engaging in heavy drinking). Trying to avoid the crowd, she happened upon her sort-of warden these last few months: with his well-coiffed chestnut brown hair and light tan from ours in the sun playing cricket with friends. 

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anonymous asked:

It should be mandatory for all pr agencies to have a diverse group of people on staff so they don't make stupid mistakes. Older white men just don't know what younger women want.

YES. decaying whites is honestly the worst choice of all time.

louistummynson  asked:

I saw you answering stuff about PR people being able to create the quotes, and I just wanted to add that, even if the client did give a quote, PR has the right to rephrase is any way they want to to make it more presentable to the press, or to let it make more sense. Spoken word is mostly completely different from written, so PR peeps usually make sure the same intent is there, but with better sentence structure and better words.

Thank you!

Or in this case, worse intent and worse words, but either way, the contract would be written that they have the right to change things without repercussion. 

For the people telling me it’s not true, did you read the actual client contract or were you involved with an ethical PR agency that didn’t take advantage of that clause?

anonymous asked:

but JGG is his managment and DAWBELL is pr agency?

Correct - I believe that post was asking for a JGG replacement AND a Simon Jones replacement.

anonymous asked:

Bromo is saying that Dan and Simon Jones made up quotes and Cris is saying that PR agencies have it in their contracts that they can make up quotes for their clients without their consent.

I can say no, this isn’t possible and PR teams don’t work against their client’s wishes.

But these are people who believe a BABY is a stunt put together by some PR team in a Bond villain cave somewhere. So saying they made up quotes? A day ending in Y for TeamLarrie. Everything is fake to them while at the same time they’re also using some of Louis’s quotes as proof Larrie is real. Just a day ending in Y over there.

anonymous asked:

Lio has honestly been posting very regularly since he got married&went for his honeymoon both him&anto😂 geri just recently discovered insta stories & how to use filters he wont stop until someone throws his phone away i mean its geri after all he just found a new to amuse himself using his teammates so😅😅

Some time before wedding Messi joined pr agency 6 pointer (they built his new website and also they claim that they’re experts in social media) and I think they might have suggested him to post on his instagram more often because there was time when he wasn’t posting almost anything new for weeks. And yeah Pique seems to love insta stories and bunny filter of course and enjoy it a lot. I just hope he will keep posing after end of barca tour. (I hope for Shakira ’s pics with those filters 😂). Honestly it’s great that they’re posting more and I hope they will continue doing it after come back to Barcelona.

anonymous asked:

The assumption that Gillian arranged the paparazzi on both occasions and was able to buy the pictures is just that -- an assumption. Your judgement of her is based on that. If you were to see the situation without that assumption (which might very well be incorrect), how would you feel then?

I have never made the assumption that GA has been offered the pictures afterwards. My judgement is not on her, but on the situation she is a part of. There is no reason for me to make thought experiments and so on. I have no doubt that the pictures were ordered work. Who has ordered them, I do not know? -and I will never get that knowledge!

With regard to Portofino, it could be her agent, PM’s agent, their PR agency, PM or GA who ordered the pictures. The newest pictures who look like a similarly procedure could have been ordered by GA, her agent or her PR agency. But ordered they are! Especially with regard to the last pictures, with her children. How exciting is it to follow a family on vacation? Once you have taken the sweet, beautiful and cute pictures, you stop! You do not sell more of the same kind. Unless they are not to be sold, but ordered work. Remember, to take candid shots, is a work. They must also survive! But to follow a mother with two children for several days, to take holiday pictures, do not give that good a salary and is not that good a scoop. Look at the many times there have been candid shots of DD, his kids and so on (it’s obvious to pick him because we are part of the XF fandom where he is also represented. ) Here we usually see and find 3-4 pictures and in very extreme case we can find 10-20 pictures. And lately, mostly videos. Videos because you can take pictures from that and upload live visual material to webpages.  

Even the royal house that represents the country in which I live, has never had that amount of candid shots. They are extremely popular and also abroad, but they have never had so many candid shots. In addition, Italy is not a mecca for candid shots, Portofino is, but not Italy as such. So ask yourself how can there be over 100 and over 500 images when it’s GA? She is not so popular, even if we all really want her to be that popular. In addition, she is not stupid, she knows what she’s doing and has always known. We must stop seeing her a flawless goddess. She works in this industry and knows what she’s doing, and she has people who take care of her interests and is helping her. Using candid shots is a very common thing. 

anonymous asked:

misunderstood Felix - Harry will be marrying someone else and yet Meghan will try to find a way to insert herself and get pr - she has no other way to get attention so she will keep on using Harry even when it is clear to all he sent her away -

Sorry read it too fast.🙏🙏 Well Anon even if she tries the tabs will be making a mockery out of her and she could land herself in some hot water by getting banned from the UK permanently because she would be a security risk if she attempted anything like that in the future. Plus all PR agencies would advise against it and once this statement is torn apart she knows that it’s over for her.

Have a great day anon and sorry for the misunderstanding.


Wardrobe Malfunction

Rating: T

Relationships: OtaYuri. Background Victuuri SaMila MichEmil.

Characters: Otabek Altin. Yuri Plisetsky. Yuri’s Grandpa. Others.

Wordcount: 7800+ words (oneshot)

Tags: Alternate Universe. Modern Setting. Aged-Up Characters. Fluff.

Summary: An emergency phone call leads to a fated encounter.

Author’s notes: I wanted to write for this fandom only when I had atleast a 15k oneshot ready but this just got away from me because of this gorgeous art. Also hey there India @irrevocably-delicious and Cora @brickerbeetle you wanted to see my sappy writing, well here it is. This is fluff queen @jubesy approved so you guys don’t have to worry about it being terribly bad.

AO3 Link right here! 

Jazz, rock and Mozart melded sinfully well, thundering on the eardrums of the crowd as the dazzlingly bright and kaleidoscopic spotlights swivel to focus sharply on the models strutting their stuff on the runway. Cameras clicking frantically, magazine reporters whispering furiously in their recorders, the crowd roared and applauded at each creation as they wink, smile, wave and highlight their individual panache under the brand name of international style icon, Yuri Plisetsky.

Yuri sipped his first glass of champagne as Emil cheerily made a handstand with a full split and straightened up before bowing dramatically, sending a flirtatious wink - directed pointedly at the person sitting in the front row next to Sara. The sapphire blue-sea green mix worked spectacularly well with the turquoise stones and sequins embroidered along the stitches and hem of the outfit, making him look like a Genie when the lights hit them. It was bright, colourful, cheesy, filmy and so Emil. 

Which was exactly what Yuri was going for.

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anonymous asked:

Hahaha just saw on twitter even Latin fans of Henry Cavill were like get ready for more photos this Sunday if Henry with the pole dancer. Everyone has figured out the pr schedual, how embarrassing for him!!!!

yeah, he wants to raise his profile? We haven’t figured out why with his exotic dancer? Cringe worthy. Who is running this load of crap? We have to find out if this homemade or if there is a real PR agency doing this. It’s epic fail

thanks anon

I was probably 19 when I first came to Hollywood. Eddie Murphy brought me out to do Beverly Hills Cop II and he had a deal at Paramount, so I remember going through the gates of the Paramount lot. He’s in a Rolls-Royce, and he’s not just a star, he’s the biggest star in the world. Don Simpson and Jerry Bruckheimer’s office was in the same building as Eddie’s office, and they would come to work every day with matching cars. Some days it would be the Porsches, and the next day it would be Ferraris. I was like the kid in A Bronx Tale. I got to just hang around when the biggest parts of show business were happening. I was only there a couple of weeks, but I remember every day Jeffrey Katzenberg would call Eddie Murphy — I don’t even know if Eddie was calling him back — but it was like, “Jeffrey Katzenberg called again.” “Janet Jackson just called.” “Michael Jackson called.” It was that crazy. I’ve still never seen anything like it. I had a small part in the movie, but my dream was bigger than that. I wanted to have a convertible Rolls-Royce with a fine girl driving down Melrose blasting Prince.

Now I’m not Murphy, but I’ve done fine. And I try to help young black guys coming up because those people took chances on me. Eddie didn’t have to put me in Beverly Hills Cop II. Keenen Wayans didn’t have to put me in I’m Gonna Git You Sucka. Arsenio didn’t have to let me on his show. I’d do the same for a young white guy, but here’s the difference: Someone’s going to help the white guy. Multiple people will. The people whom I’ve tried to help, I’m not sure anybody was going to help them.

And I have a decent batting average. I still remember people thinking I was crazy for hiring Wanda Sykes on my old HBO show. I recommended J.B. Smoove for Saturday Night Live, and I just helped Leslie Jones get on that show. She’s about as funny as a human being can be, but she didn’t go to Second City, she doesn’t do stand-up at The Cellar and she’s not in with Judd Apatow, so how the hell was she ever going to get through unless somebody like me says to Lorne Michaels, “Hey, look at this person”? I saw her at a comedy club four or five years ago, and I wrote her name down in my phone. I probably called four managers — the biggest managers in comedy — to manage her, and all of them said no. They didn’t get it. They didn’t get it until Lorne said yes a few years later, and then it was too late.

Some of these younger black guys just want me to see their act. Some come to me for advice. Hannibal Buress called the other day. They want to know about agents and managers and the business; this kind of deal and that kind of deal; dealing with the media and dealing with family; money crap and where they should live. It’s big brother shit, and they ask because there aren’t that many black people to turn to. Who do you hire? Where’s the big black PR agency? Where are the big black agents? Where’s the big black film producer? That’s why I’ve been all over Steve McQueen. I put a microchip in Steve’s pocket and track him like an Uber driver. Steve thinks we keep bumping into each other by accident. “Hey, Steve, my man!” I don’t care if I have to play a whip, I’m going to be in a Steve McQueen movie. But I digress.

It’s a white industry. Just as the NBA is a black industry. I’m not even saying it’s a bad thing. It just is. And the black people they do hire tend to be the same person. That person tends to be female and that person tends to be Ivy League. And there’s nothing wrong with that. As a matter of fact, that’s what I want for my daughters. But something tells me that the life my privileged daughters are leading right now might not make them the best candidates to run the black division of anything. And the person who runs the black division of a studio should probably have worked with black people at some point in their life. Clint Culpepper [a white studio chief who specializes in black movies] does a good job at Screen Gems because he’s the kind of guy who would actually go see Best Man Holiday. But how many black men have you met working in Hollywood? They don’t really hire black men. A black man with bass in his voice and maybe a little hint of facial hair? Not going to happen. It is what it is. I’m a guy who’s accepted it all.

We cut it out in Top Five, but there had been a scene where Kevin Hart, who plays my character’s agent, is in his office talking to me, and he finds out that “Zoolander” (Ben Stiller) is down the hall and he’s mad because none of the agents called him. He’s the only black agent at the agency, and there was a line in the movie like, “I’m the only black agent here. They never invite me to anything, and these people are liberals. This isn’t the Klan.”

But forget whether Hollywood is black enough. A better question is: Is Hollywood Mexican enough? You’re in L.A, you’ve got to try not to hire Mexicans. It’s the most liberal town in the world, and there’s a part of it that’s kind of racist — not racist like “F— you, nigger” racist, but just an acceptance that there’s a slave state in L.A. There’s this acceptance that Mexicans are going to take care of white people in L.A. that doesn’t exist anywhere else. I remember I was renting a house in Beverly Park while doing some movie, and you just see all of the Mexican people at 8 o'clock in the morning in a line driving into Beverly Park like it’s General Motors. It’s this weird town.

You’re telling me no Mexicans are qualified to do anything at a studio? Really? Nothing but mop up? What are the odds that that’s true? The odds are, because people are people, that there’s probably a Mexican David Geffen mopping up for somebody’s company right now. The odds are that there’s probably a Mexican who’s that smart who’s never going to be given a shot. And it’s not about being given a shot to greenlight a movie because nobody is going to give you that — you’ve got to take that. The shot is that a Mexican guy or a black guy is qualified to go and give his opinion about how loud the boings are in Dodgeball or whether it’s the right shit sound you hear when Jeff Daniels is on the toilet in Dumb and Dumber. It’s like, “We only let white people do that.” This is a system where only white people can chime in on that. There would be a little naivete to sitting around and going, “Oh, no black person has ever greenlighted a movie,” but those other jobs? You’re kidding me, right? They don’t even require education. When you’re on the lower levels, they’re just about taste, nothing else. And you don’t have to go to Harvard to have taste.

Fifteen years ago, I tried to create an equivalent to The Harvard Lampoon at Howard University, to give young black comedy writers the same opportunity that white comedy writers have. I wish we could’ve made it work. The reason it worked at Harvard and not at Howard is that the kids at Howard need money. It’s that simple. Kids at Harvard come from money — even the broke ones come from money. They can afford to work at a newspaper and make no money. The kids at Howard are like, “Dude, I love comedy, but I’ve got a f—ing tuition that I’ve got to pay for here.” But that was 15 years ago; it might be easier to do it now because of the Internet. I don’t know.

I really don’t think there’s any difference between what black audiences find funny and what white audiences find funny, but everyone likes to see themselves onscreen, so there are some instances where there’s a black audience laughing at something that a white audience wouldn’t laugh at because a black audience is really just happy to see itself. Things that would be problems in a world where there were a lot of black movies get overlooked. The same thing happened with those Sex and the City movies. You don’t really see that level of female movie that much, so women were like, “We’re only going to get this every whatever, so f— you, f— the reviews, we’re going, we like it.”

And you should at least be able to count on your people, and then it grows from there. If someone’s people don’t love them, that’s a problem. No one crosses over without a base. But if we’re going to just be honest and count dollars and seats and not look at skin color, Kevin Hart is the biggest comedian in the world. If Kevin Hart is playing 40,000 seats in a night and Jon Stewart is playing 3,000, the fact that Jon Stewart’s 3,000 are white means Kevin has to cross over? That makes no sense. If anybody needs to cross over, it’s the guy who’s selling 3,000 seats.

But here’s one thing I’ve noticed in the last five to seven years, and I didn’t think I’d live to see this day. There used to be black film and Eddie Murphy, and the two had nothing to do with each other. Literally nothing. And in the world of black film, everything was judged on a relative basis — almost the same curve that indie films get judged on. It was, “Hey, House Party made a lot of money relative to its budget,” or “Oh, we only paid $7 million for New Jack City and it made $50 million.” Now, not only are black movies making money, they’re expected to make money — and they’re expected to make money on the same scale as everything else.

I think they’ve been better in the last few years, too — a little more daring, a little funnier. But look, most movies suck. Absolutely suck. They just do. Most TV shows suck. Most books suck. If most things were good, I’d make $15 an hour. I don’t live the way I live because most things are even remotely good. But when you have a system where you probably only see three movies with African-American leads in them a year, they’re going to be judged more harshly, and you’re really rooting for them to be good a little more so than the 140 movies starring white people every year.

The best ones are made outside of the studio system because they’re not made with that many white people — maybe one or two, but not a whole system of white people. I couldn’t have made Top Five at a studio. First of all, no one’s going to make a movie with a premise so little and artsy: a star putting out a movie and getting interviewed by a woman from The New York Times. I would have had to have three two-hour meetings explaining that black people also read The New York Times. A studio would’ve made it like Malibu’s Most Wanted. And never in a million years would they have allowed a scene where the rich guy comes back to the projects and actually gets along with everybody. No way. In most black movies — and in most black TV shows and even in most black plays — anyone with money or an education is evil, even movies made by black directors. They have to be saved by the poor people. This goes back to Good Times and What’s Happening!!

Now, when it comes to casting, Hollywood pretty much decides to cast a black guy or they don’t. We’re never on the “short list.” We’re never “in the mix.” When there’s a hot part in town and the guys are reading for it, that’s just what happens. It was never like, “Is it going to be Ryan Gosling or Chiwetel Ejiofor for Fifty Shades of Grey?” And you know, black people f—, too. White women actually want to f— black guys, sometimes more than white guys. More women want to f— Tyrese than Jamie Dornan, and it’s not even close. It’s not a contest. Even Jamie would go, “OK, you got it.”

Or how about True Detective? I never heard anyone go, “Is it going to be Amy Adams or Gabrielle Union?” for that show. I didn’t hear one black girl’s name on those lists. Not one. Literally everyone in town was up for that part, unless you were black. And I haven’t read the script, but something tells me if Gabrielle Union were Colin Farrell’s wife, it wouldn’t change a thing. And there are almost no black women in film. You can go to whole movies and not see one black woman. They’ll throw a black guy a bone. OK, here’s a black guy. But is there a single black woman in Interstellar? Or Gone Girl? Birdman? The Purge? Neighbors? I’m not sure there are. I don’t remember them. I go to the movies almost every week, and I can go a month and not see a black woman having an actual speaking part in a movie. That’s the truth.

But there’s been progress. When I was on Saturday Night Live a few weeks ago, we did a sketch where I was Sasheer Zamata’s dad and she had an Internet show. Twenty years ago when I was on Saturday Night Live, anything with black people on the show had to deal with race, and that sketch we did didn’t have anything to do with race. That was the beauty: The sketch is funny because it’s funny, and that’s the progress. And there are black guys who are making it: Whatever Kevin Hart wants to do right now, he can do; I think Chiwetel is a really respected actor who is getting a lot of great shots just because he’s really good; if Steve McQueen wants to direct a Marvel movie, they would salivate to get him. Change just takes time. The Triborough Bridge has been the Robert F. Kennedy Bridge for almost 20 years now, but we still call it the Triborough Bridge. That’s how long it takes shit to change. We’re not going to be calling it the Robert F. Kennedy Bridge for another 10, 15 years. People will have to die for it actually to be the Robert F. Kennedy Bridge.

I don’t think the world expected things to change overnight because Obama got elected president. Of course it’s changed, though, it’s just changed with kids. And when you’re a kid, you’re not thinking of any of this shit. Black kids watch The Lord of the Rings and they want to be the Lord of the Rings. I remember when they were doing Starsky & Hutch, and my manager was like, “We might be able to get you the part of Huggy Bear,” which eventually went to Snoop Dogg. I was like: “Do you understand that when my brother and I watched Starsky & Hutch growing up, I would play Starsky and he would play Hutch? I don’t want to play f—ing Huggy Bear. This is not a historical drama. This is not Thomas Jefferson. It’s a movie based on a shitty TV show, it can be anybody. Who cares. If they want me to play Starsky or Hutch, or even the bad guy, I’m down. But Huggy Bear?”

I wouldn’t be here if I thought I couldn’t play those parts. I never limited myself. And that’s the beauty of Obama. It might be a generational thing, because the difference between Barack Obama and Jesse Jackson was that Jesse Jackson never actually ran for president. He ran to disrupt the presidency. If he actually ran for president, he probably could have been president. Jesse Jackson won a bunch of primaries in Southern states, but not for five seconds did he think he could be president, whereas Obama was like, “Yeah, I could be president,” and nobody stopped him. Literally, nobody stopped him.

—  Chris Rock’s superb essay on Hollywood’s race problem, from the Dec 12th issue of The Hollywood Reporter.