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YOU ARE THE REASON
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@her-hell
“ You’ve reached the personal desk of Mrs. Kathleen Reynolds, ( and junior journa - ! ), - ahem ! - It seems I’ve had to step away from my desk for the moment, but if you use the extensions below - you are sure to reach me ... and Carol. I’ll add in Carol’s extension too. ( Thank yo - ) !!!“
Rules † Kate † Carol † Mun Info
Kathleen Reynolds
" Interviewer ? I hardly know her ! "
Was he being the biggest idiot right now? Probably yes, but for some reason he actually believed this reporter. He also have never heard her name before today, so he knew that so far she didn't write anything negative about him.
" Alright, alright. I'm curious as to why you chose me, but I will help you out. You can ask your questions now, but I can't promise I will answer all of them" seeing as he was currently being sued by a former band member he was aware that he had to be extremely careful with what he was saying.
She knew about as much as the public did about Xavier Matson's lawsuit and while she had her own speculations after keeping up with the proceedings that gossip rags had ' reported ' on - Carol was careful to steer clear of that particular conversation. " Why did I choose you ? Simple, you were the only celebrity whose management would give me the time of day, Mr. Matson. " She laughed as she began the recording device, fingers hovering over the ' pause ' button. While she had never really enjoyed modern musical stylings - her significant other, Peter, had been apprehensive of her conducting the interview on her own. ( Something about Xavier Matson's womanizing ways made him nervous. ) She had ignored his worries in favor of advancing her career. " What's the most challenging part of turning a concept or vague idea into a fully realized track ? Do you approach song writing differently depending on the project you've begun ? " She picked up her pen and waited patiently for the musician to think it over.
Xavier had been enjoying a lovely meal when he heard the commotion. At first he did nothing, he was sure that one of the waiters will quickly assist the woman. But when he heard some of the older patrons laugh at the woman's distress he knew that he had to do something about this.
" Ma'am, are you alright? Did you cut yourself in the glass?" he asked as he approached her table.
His manager and his lawyers had been telling him that he had to lay low and not bring attention to himself, but he thought that it was the right thing to do to help the stranger. And perhaps she wouldn't recognize him, he shouldn't assume that she was a fan of his music.
Carol's eyes were too watery to see who was addressing her, but she nodded as she tried to breathe slowly and stop the panic attack from taking root. She pulled her hands away from the glass shards, a few thin lines of blood welling up on her fingers. She swallowed a small cry of embarrassment and tried to speak: " I didn't mean to ruin anyone's evening. Sorry ... " The brunette tried her best to give Xavier a smile of reassurance, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. She seemed to have to frame of reference for who he might be, but he was kind - and Carol appreciated that.
Okay - I still have 2 drafts and need to stop getting distracted by movie clip titles.
Whoever named this clip deserved a raise.
They really were out here in 1981 trying to convince us this was still a horror franchise & not just a paranormal slice of life.
This set is so cheesy and I love it.
Lestat would say that the press tour was the hardest part of his art, keeping up the facade under the bright lights and microscopes of scrutinising reporters and journalists that dug their claws into him to pry his armour open and find his carcass to feed on. It was an act, you see, he had to be the obnoxious rockstar and pull all attention away from Louis' book and this give the roaring ancients a better target. He was more charming ,more charismatic, a far more influential person due to his personality. The façade of the obnoxious rockstar, the practised ease of the vivacious blond Adonis who once said his body and beauty are for other people...Be yourself they say but every single time Lestat was himself his partner turned away from him, it taught him to be the role, to be the charming sensual vivacious blond bombshell and not show how much he is hurting underneath.
"Pardon who are you? I was told Kathellen Reynolds would be conducting the interview" Lestat studied Kathleen, her cadence, her questioning, prepared himself for a different opponent. "I see-" his entourage seemed uneasy too used to a man always at the brink of crying, screaming or bursting into laughter. He stroked the small Bengal fox he held in his arms, the same Bengal fox PETA launched a whole campaign against him for.
He looked at her extended hand and everyone around him including BBC liaisons held their breath for those long two seconds. He sat down across from her and took her hand with his free one, it seemed she passed his assesment for now.
"Lestat de Lioncourt, you had it right the first time, it is an honour to interview me" he corrected her correction and took a seat. "No you may not take him, he is my emotional support animal. I would not cope with this tremendous change without him, he is the only thing keeping me calm during tour failure to communicate" he dismissed the poor intern that tried to get the exotic animal off him, he kissed the little fox's head and then snout.
"As long as you do not bore me and ask fascinating questions, I will make due with the arrangement" he covered the little fox on his lap under his fluffy red coat so only its little snout peaked out. Lestat's make up matched the red and black aesthetic of his outfit, his ankle black boots sparkled with real Swarovski crystals forming two red roses on either side. The light was checked , camera check. Carol was given the go ahead from everyone to begin and it was as if a switch flipped and his annoyance melted off his face.
Carol's eyebrow quirked up, her expression otherwise pleasantly blank. She's seen plenty of prima donna types in her career, and with each she had perfected the art of feeding their egos while extracting the pieces of information that were the most critical. This was a gift she had inherited from years at Mrs. Reynolds' side. ( Perhaps it was best Kate had handed this interview down, she wouldn't have stood for it ! ) The set lights flickered & dimmed while the BBC's lighting team attempted to find a compromise that made both hostess and guest look radiant & warm. Failing that, they focused on whatever would make Lestat look the best. Carol for her part watched the fuss from her cushioned tan swivel chair with calculated disinterest, choosing instead to study her carefully made notes - all of which had been marked through & re-written in red pen by Kate. Bob, the weekly segment's senior coordinator - seemed to be lost in deep conversation with the production team about how he expected the pre-recorded 'puff piece' to go, pacing wise with Lestat's own team adding their caveats made for his comfort. All of this contingent on whether or not Carol was a sound choice in hostess, with even more of it riding on Kathleen Reynolds' reputation. Despite her nerves being on camera, Carol's thoughts surprisingly aren't scattered, and she makes a mental note that no further star-struck repartee will pass her lips again: ' Ah, so you're one of those celebrities ? So self-important that niceties are lost on you ? Well, may as well get this started and finished ... ' She lowers her brow and is glad he can't see so clearly into her thoughts, her smile still in place as big doe eyes meet his bright blue ones. After making sure both Lestat and Carol were ready to proceed, Bob counted down from three before the cameras began to roll, and when he motioned for her to begin - Carol did so with an ease no one on the BBC's payroll could have imagined. The dated green and orange backdrop seemed to backlight their guest accordingly, making him stand out as an angelic figure among an unworthy audience. Both teams seem to be held in transfixed wonder as a mere mortal seemed to chat so easily with the fair - haired divine. " Lestat de Lioncourt - the man, the multi-millionaire, the most legendary Rockstar of the modern era - Pardon me, for jumping right into things with a burning question I've held onto for this exact occasion. " The Rockstar's management team doesn't seem to like that she's already gone off script, but there's very little anyone is willing to do besides stare daggers at her. That she is more than equipped to handle. " I've heard in another interview you briefly took part in - the interviewer asked you to qualify a statement he'd heard before, and I am paraphrasing, but: ' Fame, Infamy, & Notoriety are all preferable so long as the subject of each isn't forgotten. ' I don't believe you ever did provide a response in agreement, or, on the contrary to that. I rather think it's an interesting question and would like to expand upon that for a moment: Does the idea of being forgotten frighten someone in your position ? Plenty of contemporary musicians get burnt out by industry & fan expectation & fade into the collective of public past memories, but there is something about you that stands out & keeps the audience coming back for more. Does something like that motivate you to keep creating and in many cases, out-pacing, the standards of the music industry ? "
Carol found herself leaned forward with anticipation for whatever he may think about the topic at hand, her notes curled under her forearms. The tan chair squeaked angrily under the shift in pressure. She appeared lost in the interview like it was a common conversation and not a segment she had been preparing for. Brown eyes smolder under the lights with unbiased dreamy curiosity as she watched patiently for a trace that she'd already displeased the artist across from her. ( A tragedy if she had already lost his interest, with her job hanging somewhere in peril of being terminated if he perceived her questions as slight. )
Starter Call !
Let me know if you have a preference for Kate or Miss Carol !
( Might use icons ? Maybe not ? )
prompts for emotionally stunted idiots
because my friends muses need therapy. will they get it? absolutely not.
AVOIDING THE TERRIFYING ORDEAL OF BEING KNOWN:
“ yeah i’m pissed off but i’d rather not talk about it. that’s why you’re the one i came to. ”
“ i’m not looking for a friend. i’m looking for someone just as angry as i am. ”
“ i’m not good at caring about people’s shit on purpose. ”
“ i’m not gonna ask if ‘you’re okay’ cause that’s fuckin’ annoying. you wanna get the hell out of here and do something? ”
“ i don’t wanna talk about it. you got a beer? ”
“ upset? why would i be upset? ”
“ so you wanna go find something to break? ”
“ hey you want me to kill that guy for you? ”
“ i just need to get this shit done. and i trust you to help me do that. ”
“ you’re hot. and i’m bored. ”
“ can we just have some meaningless sex we can both pretend didn’t happen tomorrow morning? ”
“ i can think of at least a dozen people that need killing. or a light beating. will that cheer you up? ”
“ i’ve a got job and i think you’d be the perfect fit. so you in? ”
“ yeah i don’t do the whole crying thing. give me something to stab and i’ll be good in a day or two. ”
“ i banged it out and now i feel great. next question. ”
“ if i think about it, i get angry. and i don’t know where that anger stops. so i’d rather not start at all. ”
VARIOUS SENTENCES WITH ABSOLUTELY NO DEPTH U COWARDS:
“ if you’re gonna stay here you can’t be sober so either take the fruity beer or the shitty wine or let me be vibe in peace. ”
“ how much insect essence do you think are in every square inch of chocolate? like just how many cockroach guts have i consumed with my hershey’s? ”
“ you should’ve seen the look on their face. it’s been so long since i’ve made someone that fuckin’ angry it was great. ”
“ i have this neighbor who keeps playing driver’s license at 10 a.m. every morning and i’m starting to question if it’s a sixteen year old getting over a breakup or a 36 year old trying to reclaim their childhood. at this point the mystery is the only thing keeping me going. ”
“ do i trust you? absolutely not. next question. ”
“ if i don’t get a nap in the next hour i’ll probably murder someone. ”
“ you’re getting that look in your eyes like you’re about to ask me what’s wrong so i’m gonna save us both the awkwardness of finding an excuse to leave and just go now. ”
“ i’m here to raid your fridge cause my date went really bad and all i’ve had is lukewarm water and breadsticks. ”
“ i’m making a fake tinder profile to see how gullible guys are, wanna help? ”
“ hey i got something for you look! ” *holds up middle finger*
U MIGHT GET PUNCHED:
“ why are you really here? ”
“ i’m not leaving until you tell me what the fuck is going on. ”
“ you can’t solve every problem with your fists. ”
“ i’m not here to talk about me. what the hell is going on with you? ”
“ you think i don’t notice but i do. i can tell something’s wrong. ”
“ i can see beneath your smile. ”
“ why won’t you just tell me the truth? ”
“ what are you hiding? and don’t you dare try to lie to me. ”
“ what the hell did you do? ”
“ so are we gonna talk about it or are we gonna pretend nothing’s wrong here? ”
Send 👤 to be introduced to one of the mun’s original characters!
BLOOD RELATED PROMPTS
requested by my bestie
WORDS:
“ is that your blood? ”
“ woah— hold up you’re bleeding. ”
“ your bandages— you’re bleeding through them. ”
“ shit, i think i pulled my stitches. ”
“ i’ll make them bleed for this. ”
“ a little blood never never hurt anyone. ”
“ why the fuck is there blood on the carpet? ”
“ your nose is bleeding. ”
“ you can make me bleed all you want, i’ll never scream for you. ”
“ you don’t understand, i had to do it. i had to kill them. ”
“ stop fussing— this isn’t my blood. ”
“ i did what was necessary. ”
“ why are you bleeding? what happened? ”
“ who hurt you? why is there blood all over you? ”
“ i think you’ll look quite pretty when you bleed. ”
“ who did you kill? whose blood is that? ”
“ i’m not usually a sadistic sort of person, but i will take pleasure in spilling your blood. ”
“ i don’t actually enjoy killing. it’s messy. the blood gets everywhere. it’s just necessary sometimes. ”
“ it looked kind of beautiful in a fucked up sort of way. blood on snow. the kind of thing you usually only see in stories. ”
“ i can’t get it off— i can still feel it on me! ”
“ just calm down. breathe. i’ll take care of this. ”
“ hold still— you’ve got blood on your face. ”
“ why is there blood on your knife? ”
“ oh, it’s just a little bit of blood. don’t nutsack out. ”
“ i’m going to drain every ounce of your blood. nice and slow. like you deserve. ”
“ i’ll kill anyone who ever makes you bleed again. ”
“ your/their blood is just too pretty to keep inside. ”
“ there’s something fascinating about blood. it’s captivating. ”
“ blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb. ”
“ you made me bleed on my shirt— i fucking loved this shirt! ”
“ leave me alone, it’s shark week and i got blood on my sheets. ”
“ should i be concerned about why there’s blood in the sink? ”
“ do i ask questions or do i just help you clean up all this blood? ”
ACTIONS:
[ ALONE ] for sender to show up on receiver’s doorstep covered in blood.
[ ARRIVE ] for receiver to show up on sender’s doorstep covered in blood.
[ CLEANSE ] for sender to find receiver trying to clean blood off themselves.
[ DISCOVER ] for receiver to find sender trying to clean blood off themselves.
[ AID ] for sender to help receiver clean blood off themselves.
[ ERASE ] for receiver to help sender clean blood off themselves.
[ ESCAPE ] for sender to find receiver after they’ve killed someone.
[ SEEN ] for receiver to find sender after they’ve killed someone.
[ HELP ] for sender to clean up the aftermath of receiver’s crime.
[ ACCEPT ] for receiver to clean up the aftermath of sender’s crime.
[ FOUND ] for sender to discover receiver covered in blood.
[ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood.
[ ATTACK ] for sender to stab or shoot receiver.
[ WOUNDED ] for receiver to stab or shoot sender.
[ BROKE ] for sender to punch receiver hard enough their nose bleeds.
[ INJURE ] for receiver to punch sender hard enough their nose bleeds.
[ WITNESS ] for sender to see receiver get hurt enough to bleed.
[ WATCH ] for receiver to see sender get hurt enough to bleed.
[ RETALIATE ] for sender to make receiver’s attacker bleed.
[ DEFEND ] for receiver to make sender’s attacker bleed.
[ SURVIVE ] for sender to realize receiver is bleeding after getting through a fight.
[ FABRIC ] for receiver to realize sender is bleeding after getting through a fight.
“ I much prefer facts, & observable evidence … after all, I’m a bit of a ‘ doubting Thomas ‘, you know. “
Name: Kathleen ‘ Kate ‘ Reynolds
Status: TV News Personality - Alive ( Probably. )
Have you met the BBC’s own Barbara Walters, ( if you ask her - ‘ Not on her salary ! ‘ ), Kate Reynolds ??? When she isn’t spending time with her son Peter, at the studio recording her evening program, or stabbing the literal antichrist in the back - - - she can be recruited - for a price - to aid in just about any cover up activity you can imagine, but only if she has first dibs on the story !!!
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Produced By: Ya Gurl, Heather™.
MARGOT ROBBIE attends the "Wuthering Heights" Australian Premiere.
