all he wants for his birthday, tomorrow, is katie fired. ( .... and diamonds, a luxury car & 7 hours of sex. but he shouldn't have to ask for those things. )

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all he wants for his birthday, tomorrow, is katie fired. ( .... and diamonds, a luxury car & 7 hours of sex. but he shouldn't have to ask for those things. )
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗩𝗢𝗫𝗧𝗘𝗞 𝗗𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗬 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪 ⏐ OUR HOST PLAYS SMASH OR PASS › starring @reportingdead ´ˎ˗
[ Getting us back up online took a while. Our bad, Audience. ] We apologise for the delay. But we're back on air! Our Host is better than ever. Look at that dashing grin! Claws slosh about the glass of whiskey provided by our catering. ❝ Ah! Looks like we've got a little mix-up in the cue! That's my star anchor, the devastatingly talented Katie Killjoy! Her dedication to the network is... aggressively hands-on, lemme tell you that. ❞ [ Don't mind the blank stare at camera C. ] Dead silence. Someone in the curated audience clears their throat. They are taken out back and promptly shot.
❝ Someone in the control booth is trying to get me sued. Our HR department has a direct line to this desk, and I am not trying to get a complaint filed for inappropriate conduct with my lovely employees. ❞ Pass. Seems our Host will be strategically placing himself behind Tom Trench the next time he goes down to the News Studio, so the little guy can take the blow.
@reportingdead
"So what's the deal here achor-lady? You get lost on the way to football practice or something? "
❛ this is work place hostility! i've never done anything wrong in my life! @reportingdead is just jealous because i'm pretty. ❜
from @reportingdead
˗ˋˏ ♡ are you val's type ?
bitch, you wish. my man would say otherwise.
gunfire rings through the room, harmonizing with a medley of shrieks and shattered glass. the swirling haze of scarlet smoke dissipates to reveal the moth's poised figure, two pistols raised. the cold glimmer of nonchalance in his eyes twists into vexation as he examines the state of the room. glossed lips curl into a sneer. ❛ TRAVIS! get the fucking broom! and a shovel while you're at it. there's a lot of trash to clean up. ❜
❛ guilty as charged. ❜ he flicks one manicured hand dismissively and resumes sculpting his cupids bow in the reflection of the heart shaped compact. is his fault he was born irresistible?
❛ they say you are what you serve, bitch ❜
@reportingdead
" What you never dip your fries into a shake before High Heels " he's still practically boggled out of his mind as too why she decided to sit in front of him of all things. Still odd, still extremely odd.