#arriviste

[littlesweatermart]

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[grits-gal-raised-in-the-south]

Meghan Markle Sussex wants YOU to know she's "UHNW" 💰💰💰

I personally know a few families with billions in generational wealth. I imagine they wouldn't be caught dead associating with rich people who market themselves as "UHNW" for something as ridiculous as a NANNY/ PR post!! Old money is not the least bit opposed to placing want ads in the local help section.

[ekman]

D’abord il y a sa tête, sa voix, son style. Tête de fouine hargneuse, voix de prof sentencieuse, style gauche caviar étoilé Michelin. Autant dire que c’est mal parti. Mais derrière les apparences – apparences qu’il faut toujours juger, car après tout c’est bien celui qui s’offre à l’appréciation des autres qui est seul responsable de son style – il y a l’arriviste invétérée, celle qui est prête à tout pour en être, pour exister dans la lumière des médias complaisants et se complaire dans la fosse à purin politicienne. Journaliste militante, réputée pour sa mauvaise foi et ses manières harceleuses, elle se lie d’amitié avec des chefs d’escadrille comme Lescure, Demorand ou Val. De quoi s’assurer des postes en vue et un soutien indéfectible de l’appareil médiatique gauchiasse dans sa plus large acception. Tout ce que ce petit monde compte de valeurs sûres (Canal Plus, France Inter, les Inrocks, France TV…) a un job pour Audrey, la courageuse consœur Martiniquaise dont on devine qu’elle aurait préféré être issue d’une minorité visible bien plus visible que la minorité noire antillaise, si bien protégée par la république une et indi... visible. Elle chemine de Saint-Germain-des-Prés aux quartiers chics de la rive droite, accroche un poster de Michelle Obama dans ses toilettes, couche avec du linge en vue (on se souvient de son union très médiatique avec l’inénarrable Montebourg) et revient aux affaires de la Cité en tentant un trait d’union assez cascadeur entre les vestiges du PS et des Verts revanchards en diable. La voilà chez la folle Hidalgo, en grand écart, essayant de concilier deux visions notablement erronées du monde tel qu’il est. Ces pirouettes la conduisent jusque chez l’imbécile Bourdin sur RMC. C’était il y a quelques jours, mais j’en ris encore et j’en rirai longtemps : “Le réchauffement climatique est un amplificateur d’inégalités. Plus on est bas dans l’échelle des revenus, plus on subit les effets du réchauffement climatique... ici aussi, en Île-de-France…” C’est juste sublime. Un entrechat proprement noureevien qui ouvre grand les portes de la cinquième dimension à notre exploratrice de la chose politique. Le bon sens populaire, par la plume de Michel Audiard, nous rappelle que les cons osent tout, et que c’est même à cela qu’on les reconnait. Audrey Pulvar a brillamment remis cet item au goût du jour. J.-M. M.

[oopshidaisyy]

July Fic Recs

a little late but here we go!

praying for sparks in the dark (in the heart) by susiecarter "Him," the Bat repeats, in a low and deceptively soft growl. "I don't know who he was," the man says immediately, taking this cue and running with it. "I don't, honest. Honest, I swear to god. Nobody did. He just showed up, that's all. Asking about you, asking everybody what they knew, if they'd ever seen you, what you'd done. Metropolis," the man adds belatedly. "He had that look, you know? Clean. Said his name was—Carr, or Kemp, or something. Something like that." (Or: in a universe where Bruce becomes aware that someone's looking into the Batman, he goes to the effort to track down Clark Kent. It doesn't play out quite the way either of them expected.) Clark/Bruce, 20k, E

having let go forever the fallacy of ever being alone by gyzym This time there are shitty dogeared paperbacks Arthur wouldn't be caught dead reading piled on the coffee table, and half-finished crosswords tucked into the bookshelves, and the far wall is hung with that tapestry they'd bought in a shit part of London on a whim. This time they've spent all day fixing their sink and there's a mug of yesterday's tea sitting on top of the television and it's not just Arthur's living room at all. Arthur/Eames, 16k, E

A Sure Thing by lightgetsin "Okay," Peter says, and there's a rasp in his voice. "Repeat after me: theft is not foreplay." Neal/Peter, 3k, E

perfect strangers by susiecarter Batman and Superman are fucking. Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent are a great cover for fighting crime, and also might be dating. Bruce and Clark have no idea what they're doing; but they definitely aren't going to be able to talk themselves into stopping. Clark/Bruce, 15k, E

run to the river (dive in) by susiecarter MoS AU: With one successful fishing season already under his belt, Clark's finally getting comfortable on the Debbie Sue. He just wishes this guy Dixon hadn't signed on with them, because the way he watches Clark is really starting to give Clark the creeps. (Or: Bruce goes undercover looking for enhanced individuals before BvS instead of after—and finds one.) Clark/Bruce, 5k, M

Took Me By Surprise and Then by thehoyden After the second surgery in New York, Charles doesn’t anticipate anyone keeping vigil by his bedside — and certainly not Tony Stark. Charles/Erik, 5k, T

as to which may be the true by susiecarter It isn't difficult to go on in the wake of Superman's death. His resurrection, though, poses a problem—especially when it turns out there's no such thing as the right moment to explain that Martha Kent's obnoxious billionaire friend? Is also the man who tried really hard to shove a kryptonite spear through Clark's face. Clark/Bruce, 53k, M

Blue Devils by VillaKulla /blo͞o ˈdevəl/ noun, inf: a feeling of despondency, depression, or low spirits origins: Old American West Billy/Goody, 4k, M

Spree by thingswithwings "So, okay, Britta," Annie says, "this thing you gave me is seriously just a scrap of ripped looseleaf that says 'IOU one shopping spree at A Woman's Touch.' I do not even know what that is." Britta does an excited little leap in the air and claps her hands. "It's me deciding to help you discover your true womanhood." Britta/Annie, 4k, E

embroidery appreciation by Annie D Written for an anon on tumblr who requested Natasha and Tony as brotp, or Steve/Tony being schmoopy in love. This is a bit of both. Tony & Nat, 1k, T

and every map is blank by gyzym It's -- topography, Carlos thinks, of a person, of two people, it's so complicated, it's so much easier to just go it by yourself. He doesn't want to hurt Cecil but he doesn't want to keep any part of himself from Cecil, either, and it scares him that that's true, and it scares him to know it's what Cecil wants. Carlos/Cecil, 7k, T

trothplight by arriviste “What a metaphor,” Grantaire said bitterly. “I may dress your windows, but no more. We’ll greet each other in the streets, but you won’t admit me to your chambers or your hearts. I know all the words, all the empty speeches one needs to mouth for membership – I can rattle them off as well as you. Want me to prate Hébert or praise the Supreme Deity? Quote Rousseau or Marat? I can mum them; I don’t, because I don’t mean them, and because I’m an honest sceptic, I’m untrustworthy.” Enjolras/Grantaire, 4k, E

A-Wing, X-Wing, Y-Wait, B-Mine (Please) by ester_inc Finn keeps finding himself in situations where – no, wait, let's start over. Poe keeps ending up shirtless, nearly shirtless, or soaking wet, and somehow Finn is always there when it happens. The universe is either taunting him with what he can't have or rewarding him for good behavior, and Finn can't decide which is more likely. Either way, he's emotionally unprepared for, oh, let's be honest here: Poe's entire existence. It's fine. No big deal. He's working on it. Finn/Poe, 7k, E

Just Give Me Moments by barricadeur Enjolras comes home from a protest to a not-empty apartment. --- "What happened?" Grantaire says. His other hand grips Enjolras's shoulder, as if to keep him from pulling back, but Enjolras is so tired that the energy necessary to break away seems monumental. He lets Grantaire inspect him, says only, "I hit my head." "On someone's fist?" Enjolras/Grantaire, 1k, T

The Rare Gift by triedunture The prompt was "Dean receives an . . . unusual . . . Christmas gift from Castiel." The gift turns out to be wings. Dean/Cas, 4k, M

i love you now like i loved you then (this is the road and these are the hands) by theappleppielifestyle Somewhere in their phone calls after Derry 2.0, Richie and Eddie had decided to finally take that road trip. Richie would fly in from LA, then they’d drive back there from New York. It’ll be just like it could’ve been, Richie had said once. (Or, Eddie and Richie resume.) Richie/Eddie, 6k, M

i guess i should say thanks or some shit believe it or not, charles has a well-thought-out moral philosophy. he doesn’t follow it. but he has thought it out. alternatively: charles and erik douche it up in amsterdam. Charles/Erik, 17k, M

this is your sword, this is your shield by susiecarter Post-BvS, Diana and Lois start to develop a habit of protecting each other. But sometimes habits become ruts, and every now and then it's a good idea to break out of them. (Or: a whole bunch of times Diana and Lois looked out for each other, plus the time Lois ended up feeling like it might be worth it to be just a little less careful.) Diana/Lois, 9k, T

Family Portrait, c. 1840, oil on canvas by littlerhymes Lestat's latest favourite is a painter. Lestat/Louis, 2k, T

get religion quick (cause you’re looking divine) by brinnanza So it was fine. Even if Crowley couldn’t love him, he clearly liked him well enough, and that was almost the same thing. It no doubt would have continued to be fine, or at least fine-adjacent, were it not for a narrowly averted apocalypse and several bottles of a really quite nice Riesling Aziraphale had found in the back room of his newly restored bookshop. Aziraphale/Crowley, 4k, G

[lilium-tenebris]

Chemical Combustion

@arriiviste moved here just for you as promised.

“So if I add a little more wyrmroot…”

Just behind the greenhouse a young girl was curled over a small chemistry set on the ground mumbling to herself. It had been rather intentional that she’d tucked herself away in such a location, to avoid troubling others with the sight of her she huffed over the strange concoction she was brewing. She was hoping to craft a vulnerary that would also remove a linger effect of toxins but, it wasn’t exactly going well, it was frustrating. The color was still wrong the wyrmroot didn’t seem to be doing what she’d hoped perhaps if-

That was when the brews color suddenly changed to a fierce red. That couldn’t be good she should- but as the girl reached with her tongs to remove the bottle from the fire it shattered with a small poping and shattering sound, as the whole thing utterly exploded.

“Ah! Oh no- no no no…” despite the glass shards that had blown in her own face and the small trickles of blood form under her bangs the girl began fussing over the now ruined chemistry set.

“And I just replaced it too….if i go to the infirmary like this….Professor Manuela will definitely tell Professor Hanneman on me…oh what do I do…”

[myreidola]

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/ˌariːˈviːst/ - a-ri-VEEST

An ambitious and ruthless social climber.

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