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I was tagged by quite a few peeps SOOO

Dating Vaughn would include -

-His family. ALL OF IT.

-No privacy ever cause of papparazzi constantly following him.

-Free sports VIP game tickets/entrance

-Muscles and a fine dick

-Lots of drunk nights

-Free flights around the world, a lot of gifts, a big house, LOTTA MONEY

-He wants a HUGE family sooo…expect him to have 43 kids

-Nightclubbing and partying nonstop

-A lot of care and love from a giant man

-Dramatic life stories, depressive moments, existential crisis’

-Good casual sex

-Free sports clothing from sponsors

-Magazine features and famous friends

-Fame in general

-A tough heart to break through to get to the actual feelings

-A lot of hurrying, he has 0 patience and wants to experience it all

-A nice car and a personal chauffeur to drive you around

-Reputation

-A lot of cuddling and huge flower bouquets

-No jealousy or possessiveness. He’s very open to things.

-A very vanilla boy

-A lot of backstory

-Huge family parties and gatherings

I tag: @kosmokhaos @basicpixels @killo-bye @kalethegrey

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Summary: In which you’re a travel vlogger and your boyfriend Yoongi is the most camera-shy person you know.

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A weight hits your shoulder as you wait in line outside his favourite barbecue restaurant. Shivering under the slithers of cold drafts, you wrap your coat tighter over your chest. The weight shifts, and a warm puff of air tickles your nape. 

“Cold?” He asks softly, already moving to drape the end of his scarf across your neck. You respond by holding the fabric, heavy with his scent, closer to your face, delighting in the familiarity. It’s almost enough to make you drop the lecture on why you absolutely have to eat at this place when there were plenty other restaurants with lines half the length of this. 

 "You’re really doing this, right? Appearing in my vlog?“ He straightens up behind you, the weight of his head lifting from your shoulder. Angling your face, you look up at him, his face dimmed by the lights of the restaurant overhead.

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KERRY WASHINGTON TO BE HONORED WITH WOMEN MAKING HISTORY AWARD


 7/20/2017 by Sam Reed

By Jason LaVeris/FilmMagic/Getty Images

The ‘Scandal’ star will be honored alongside Instagram COO Marne Levine and SpaceX president and COO Gwynne Shotwell at a brunch in Beverly Hills this September.

Kerry Washington is one of three recipients of the sixth annual Women Making History awards, an honor bestowed by the National Women’s History Museum (NWHM) to women making significant contributions in their fields.

Each year, the award is presented to groundbreaking women both in Los Angeles and in D.C., where the museum is located. Alongside Washington, this year’s L.A. honorees include Instagram COO Marne Levine and SpaceX president and COO Gwynne Shotwell — all of whom are not only making waves in their respective industries but are also deeply involved in philanthropic endeavors that support young women. The trio will be honored on Sept. 16 during a special brunch event at the Beverly Hills Hotel, sponsored by Glamour magazine and Lifeway Foods.

“We are extremely proud to honor three women with such innovative and extensive bodies of work,” said NWHM board chair Susan Whiting in a release. “Kerry Washington broke barriers by becoming the first African-American woman to headline a network TV drama since 1974,” she added of the actress’ portrayal of the sharp and chic Olivia Pope on Scandal, a role that has earned the actress SAG, Emmy and Golden Globe nominations. The 40-year-old’s role as Anita Hill in the HBO movie Confirmation also earned her SAG and Golden Globe nominations this year.

The D.C. awards honored former first lady Laura Bush as well as former Treasurer Rosie Rios, NASA administrator Mag. Gen. Charles Bolden, former NPR host Diane Rehm, retired Brig. Gen. Wilma Vaught, and Dr. Faye Laing, during a ceremony that was held in May.

Past Los Angeles honorees include Viola Davis, Tracee Ellis Ross, Sophia Bush, Rachel Zoe and Rita Moreno.

GQ British | 2015 Power List | Oct. 2015 issue | ph. by Oleg Nikishin

It’s a Hollywood cliché to talk about such souped-up buzz words as “star power” or what, if anything, constitutes a leading man these days. Yet it’s fair to say that, in judging both, if an actor can carry two blockbusters on their back while muzzled like a rabid hound and having about six lines of dialogue in total, they’ve probably got it and they probably are one. From 2012’s The Dark Knight Rises (as villain Bane) to this year’s tectonic smash Mad Max: Fury Road (as the similarly mute and muffled title character), the 37-year-old Brit became that rare thing: the movie star you never saw coming.

What other actor, for instance, could have carried something like Locke, a film that consisted entirely of nothing but talking: just Hardy in his car, on the phone? It wasn’t so much a movie as an actor’s suicide note. Yet in Hardy’s hands – intense, gripping, effortlessly magnetic, demanding your attention while never stooping to beg for it – it became a calling card.

Next up, having conquered both talking and not-talking, Hardy is set to show off by playing both Kray twins in LA Confidential writer Brian Helgeland’s gangster biopic Legend, making him the only actor who can give himself the silent treatment or talk over himself. Then, next year, the ultimate tester of leading-man status: top billing opposite Leonardo DiCaprio in period drama The Revenant, from the Oscar-winning director of Birdman, Alejandro González Iñárritu. If you can hold your own against a man for whom a Victoria’s Secret afterparty is a quiet night in, you know you’ve got it. SM

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George in a promotional photo from 1964 with an apple. Promotional photos of The Beatles with apples were also sponsored by ‘Family Doctor’ Magazine’  in 1964, to promote the eating of apples. ‘End a meal with an apple..it’s nature’s toothbrush’ and the banner for the advertisement being ‘Look Who’s Joined The Apple Club Now!’  Below George’s photo is the banner from the magazine showing all 4 Beatles eating apples. Ironically 4 years later, APPLE CORPS was formed!

That Specific Sense of Togetherness

Another year, another AWP that was unlike any other AWP and exactly like every other AWP I have been to. Before the conference, I was worried no one would talk to me. I know how strange that sounds but anxiety is not rational. 

Four days, six events, maybe more, I don’t know, it’s all a blur.

I checked into a hotel. At the counter, a man who is kind of famous (I Googled to be sure) was losing his shit because he had made a reservation on a third-party website and the hotel didn’t have a reservation for him. After a long day of travel, yes, that is aggravating, but his rage was disproportionate to the slight, particularly given that the staff tried as best they could to help him. In that moment, he did not want to be helped. There was alcohol on his breath. He was ruggedly handsome. I don’t know how his story ended.

I did not care for the room, but this was not related to the angry man in the lobby. While I mulled my options, I went to my first event, the Literary Death Match, where I competed in the first round against Claire Vaye Watkins. I lost. The audience was huge and enthusiastic. In the next round Matt Bell competed against Mark Doten and Mark won because he read something horrifyingly descriptive about maggots. In the playoff, Mark beat Claire in a game of literary charades. A guy named Devon drew my picture and it’s really cool. A reporter interviewed me. I signed some books.

I went back to my hotel feeling like no one wanted to hang out with me. I hated the hotel room even more so I switched hotels at 10 pm. Yes I did. My roommate had not yet arrived to keep me under control. I went to sleep.

The next day, I went to the bookfair. I heard people whisper, “That’s Roxane Gay,” when I walked by, sometimes. Throughout the conference, writers who also happened to be black women would say hi and say, “Someone thought I was you,” and they were all lovely but none of them looked ANYTHING like me, and also everyone was wearing name tags. 

We do not all look alike. 

I barely looked at my laptop during AWP and that was really nice and so I am going to see about spending less time staring at a screen unless I absolutely need to be. 

Anyway, I worked the PANK table at the bookfair for a few hours each day. People came by, sometimes to talk PANK, sometimes to see me. The convention center was huge and worked really well for the conference. After a few hours the first day, I went to the airport to pick up some friends and my roommate. There was a visit to the liquor store where a fantastic amount of liquor was acquired. We went back to the convention center for others to register. 

People kept trying to give me books and for once I said, on each occasion but one, “NO.” I said it nicely and it wasn’t a lack of interest but the reality that I receive on average 10-15 books a week that go unread. 

That night, I had a reading with Eileen Myles, Melissa Febos, Saeed Jones, Nick Flynn, Stephen Elliott and Marlon James (who let it be known, is incredibly attractive). We were there to raise awareness for Avenues for Homeless Youth and their Home Host program. They specifically serve LGBT youth and it was humbling to participate in the event. Before every reader, a staff member gave an introduction and shared more about their programs. There are people in this world who do truly important work.

Grove/Atlantic had a gathering at Bachelor Farmer so we headed over there and watched the bartender make our drinks (gin & tonics w/ grenadine). He had the perfect ice cubes and he crafted the drinks lovingly. Like, it was a performance. He just seemed to love making drinks and then the drinks were delicious and then we went to the Red Stag Supper Club because Harper Perennial was having a party and it was crowded and there were people everywhere and as with most events at AWP, I noticed that there were like a handful of people of color in attendance. Publishing, man…  The party was great and I go tot hang out with my editors Maya and Cal and then this musician named Dessa made music and more drinks were had and the world was spinning.

The next morning, we met my editor for breakfast at a restaurant that had very delicious breakfast food. I was mildly hungover and drowsy. One of us had wild rice pancakes and another had some kind of biscuit sausage sandwich and I had eggs and sausage and also there were warm ricotta beignets. Breakfast is the greatest. At the bookfair, I was back at the PANK table and then I had a panel about failure with Dean Bakapolous whose last name I have probably spelled wrong, Molly Backes, Rebecca Makkai, and Megan Stielstra. The panel was fun. Whenever I walked around I heard whispers. Sometimes people stopped me. Sometimes I signed books. I went to the Harper Perennial table and signed books for an hour and there was always a line and holy hell, how was this really happening? Then I got lost in the convention center trying to get to a reading that was super important to me and I got there and missed what I was trying to see and felt guilty about it for a long time. 

People asked to take pictures with me. I was like, “WHAT IS HAPPENING?” I did not… realize how ummm well known I am as a writer. I just didn’t. That night, a reading at the Literary Loft, a gorgeous space. I was lucky enough to share the stage with Amber Tamblyn, my co-host of the event sponsored by BUST Magazine, along with Franny Choi, xTx, Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, and the one and only Patricia Smith who stole the air out of the room when she read a poem entitled The Five Stages of Drowning.  I have done many an event in recent years but there was something ELECTRIC happening in that space on Friday night. Everyone killed it on stage. The house was packed as were both overflow rooms. People had started lining up at 4! Madness, but the best possible kind. After, a book signing, such a long line.

Dinner, drinks, the four of us a small world unto ourselves, a birthday celebrated. I looked around the table at how happy we all were and so very much wanted our lives to always be like this, where this isn’t that specific moment but rather, that specific sense of togetherness. 

A nickname was christened. 

Every day of the conference I met young women who told me how I have changed their lives. I do not hear these words lightly. I do not carry with them lightly. Most of the time, they tell me I have changed their lives, simply by telling my story. Something so small that does so much. Man… I have no words.

A moment alone with a friend and I am feeling rather hopeless and he understands my hopelessness and doesn’t deny my feelings and it’s both hard and a comfort. 

Saturday, was not as rough as Friday because there was less drinking on Friday but still, mmm, AWP is one hell of a slog. Bookfair, another panel, on Finding Voice, with two other Grove Atlantic authors in a cavernous auditorium, another book signing, another moment where I felt overwhelmed and wanted to cry because it’s just so much, everything I have going on. It’s so much and in a good way and I don’t fully know what to do with all that’s happening to me. I don’t know how to admit to myself I am becoming successful. Saying the word, accepting it, I don’t know.

I also had a reading at Common Goods books that was so nice. It’s a great store and I was 10-minutes late (EEK!) but the audience waited patiently and generously and we had a nice Q & A and I signed books and then there was a trip to Glam Doll doughnuts which are as good as the hype if not better. There was a party, a gathering of friends really, and drinks were imbibed and conversation was had and music from an epic playlist was played and hotel security showed up and we were like, “We’re just a bunch of drunk writers sitting in a circle,” and that was the truth but we had to turn the music down and then everyone left.

Even at the airport people recognized me. It feels good, or I should say, it feels cool and deeply flattering. Ego exploding emoji.

As always, there were so many people I did not get to see or whom I only saw for fleeting moments in crowded thoroughfares. I did not go to the Hilton bar on any evening and I missed it a little but not a lot, mostly because by the end of each day I was overwhelmed by the press of people wanting to talk to me. I don’t mean that in an arrogant way. It’s simply that I am quiet and I spend a lot of time alone and when I go to events, it’s the exact opposite of my life.

There is a lot that is unsaid here but many of my friends who have known me for a long time pulled me aside at various points and said, “You look great,” or “You look so happy.” They remarked on connection and things I don’t see as clearly as I should that they insist are there. And yes, yes. I am happy and it might be related to everything that is unsaid. 

I want this to be the last AWP I attend whilst being so out of shape. I am working on a plan for getting smaller and fitter that will work with my life as crazy as it is and that will work with my crazy as crazy as it is. There’s this moment, when people who read me but haven’t seen me first meet me. I see how it flickers across their face though they always try to hide it. I’m tired of that look and how in one moment, it destroys any confidence I might have or anything I have accomplished. I don’t want to see that look anymore. I’m tired of smiling through it and pretending it isn’t there. 

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The Top Gear McLaren F1 is for sale

1997 F1 GTR Longtail comes on the market, complete with TG logos. Yours for Many Millions Of Quid

This is TopGear’s own McLaren F1. Really. It’s got our name on it and everything. Look, there’s the owner’s plaque just behind the door. That’s practically legally binding, is that.

Or not. Back in 1997, TopGear magazine sponsored this McLaren F1 GTR in the FIA GT Endurance championship. We’re disappointed to admit that it didn’t have a particularly auspicious season, scoring points just twice during 1997, a pair of sixth-place finishes. Ambitious but… [x]

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Hollywood Costume Private Luncheon presented by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts & Sciences and hosted by Annette Bening, Crystal Lourd, Gwyneth Paltrow and Elizabeth Wiatt on October 8, 2014 at the Wilshire May Company Building. Sponsored by W Magazine and Bang & Olufsen. Pictured: Gwyneth Paltrow, Annette Bening, and Cameron Diaz speaking with Hollywood Costume curator Deborah Nadoolman Landis.