The guards stop and shove Steve forward towards the
man. He trips over his feet. Steve catches himself and stands tall. He’s
a soldier, a leader, a royal prince. For now, it still means something.
The
man coughs. “The king and queen of Loch Nora have been executed, the
royal palace occupied, and victory declared. The royal troops of Loch
Nora have been given the choice to swear loyalty to their new king or
face exile. However, King Edward has not decided what to do with you.”
Steve knows two things: King Edward is an alpha and he has not taken a mate.
He
sinks to the floor and prostrates himself. “I submit myself to King
Edward’s rule, to be bitched and promised as his mate, and birth him an
alpha heir.”
GQ published this, got a phone call, and killed it, but someone had already archived it, so…
Time to make sure lots and lots of people see it!
If you’re wondering why the relatively tame article above got scrubbed from GQ, that’s because it’s the revised version of the article. This is a version that was captured 5 hours earlier from what I can tell:
Zaslav presided over “Discovery’s transition from educational programming to reality slop—which is, of course, a much more lucrative business model.”
“But Zaslav did himself no favors, and did little to blur that binary, when announcing the merger of the HBOMax and Discovery+ streaming services in a quarterly earnings call—which included a much-derided infographic deeming HBOMax’s scripted programming as “male skew,” “appointment viewing,” and “lean in” (?), while Discovery+’s unscripted shows were “female skew” “comfort viewing,” and thus ”lean back” (?!?).”
“And while they insisted Zaslav had assured them “that TCM and classic cinema are very important to him,” subsequent reporting indicated that TCM’s staff had been cut from 90 employees to a skeletal 20.”
“Nearly lost in the hullabaloo was yet another of the company’s exhaustive attempts to squeeze a profit from its assets: a $500 million deal to sell around half of their film and TV-music library. In a perhaps too-good-to-be-true detail, the sale would reportedly include “As Time Goes By” from Casablanca—the musical fanfare that plays before every Warner Bros. feature film.”
“Barely a month ago, Graydon Carter was hosting a party in Zaslav’s honor at Cannes, all but crowning him as the heir apparent to Jack Warner. But there’s a crucial difference between Zaslav and the old-school moguls he’s attempting to emulate: They loved movies, and cared about filmmakers. Zaslav sees movies as “content,” sees filmmakers as “content creators,” and is only interested in maintaining, preserving, and presenting “content” that can make him and his stockholders a quick buck. Anything that doesn’t, he’ll happily gut. He’s closer to Logan Roy than Jack Warner and there is a genuine, understandable fear that his bean-counting represents not just shrugging indifference but outright hostility to cinema and its rich history.”
“In Pretty Woman, Richard Gere stars as Edward Lewis, a corporate raider who buys companies “that are in financial difficulty” and sells off their pieces. “So it’s sort of like stealing cars and selling them for the parts, right?” asks call girl Vivian (Julia Roberts), when he explains what he does, and it’s hard not to think of Lewis when looking over Zaslav’s reign at Warner Bros Discovery, stepping into the distressed conglomerate and stripping it for parts.
Edward Lewis, however, is at least honest about what he does. “You don’t make anything,” Vivian notes, and he agrees; “You don’t build anything,” she continues, and he concurs with that as well. And perhaps that’s why David Zaslav is earning a concerning reputation so far. He’s out here carrying on like a mogul, but based on his performance to date, he’s only good at breaking things.”
Fun fact the article being pulled is getting media attention:
Having a debate with my partner. Help me out. As a kid, did your family have a shaker in the house that was filled with equal parts cinnamon and sugar, exclusively for shaking on buttered toast?
In case people weren’t aware, there seems to have been a massive issue throughout Patreon. People have had their subscriptions cancelled and many had their payments flagged as fraud with their bank. 150$ of my patronage disappeared, that’s 150$ a month as a disabled artist that took months to build that I’m unsure I’ll ever get back..Gone. It won’t allow me to message anyone whose payments were declined.I also had around 10 people’s payments flagged as fraud, some have had to re-patron.
If you’re supporting Patreon creators I advise you look to see if at least the people you remember supporting are still there / that your payments aren’t marked as fraud, especially if you’re supporting for physical rewards you’re expecting.
if you’re supporting folks on patreon, please take a peek & try to re-pledge if you can! this comes as a surprise to many who cannot afford to be surprised. thanks so much!
After the last poll, I thought it might be fun to get real specific about moments and tropes I find myself coming back to over and over again. I figure I can’t be the only one, so let’s spread the love.
I just had a discussion with my friend about fanfiction and how we tend to assume that women are the writers without any actual proof. Then I said, hey, I know fanfiction written by gay and trans dudes. But then I remembered, wait, I think I know one writer who just must be cis het based on his work. Anyway, all writers, be honest, who are you?
Please reblog if you’re interested in the results.
If you have ever written any fanfiction, tell me your identity, pls
Eddie stumbles back and auto-walks back to the walk-in. Jesus Christ, where did they even get the guy? He grabs his plums from the walk-in. “Behind, behind.” Back at his station, he slides into the motion of slicing, pitting, and dicing. When the sous said they hand drawn virgin omega slick daily, Eddie assumed the omegas delivered from the source to the walk-in. Now, not so much.
tagging any writers who follow me, and you too can keep this in your inbox for two weeks because you’re a purist who refuses to post this on a not-sunday-day
this is a point of contention between me and my mother and im desperate to know if there’s a trend.
i did not think this would get much reach beyond my mutuals but the trends and tags so far are fascinating! also i can’t believe i have to say this but if you leave super judgy or rude tags/comments like “OBVIOUSLY i do/don’t what kind of weirdo would/wouldn’t” i will be hiding your reblog and blocking you!! so be respectful ^_^
Communicating with my cat is so crazy, it’s like, you watch my back for predators when I sleep. You meow only because you know that I vocalize often, but the words I use are nothing to you unless they’re associated with things relevant to your little baby life (food, for example). You slow blink at me because you feel safe with me. You point your ass at my face, indicating that you trust me to watch your back for predators, because you feel safe with me. You sit in my lap and sleep pressed against my side because you need to warm yourself up, and you trust me to warm you. I know this because I have access to information. If I didn’t, these things would be weird to me. I call you Lulu, but you don’t need a name for me; you have your senses to identify me. You smell me to identify me. You nuzzle me with your head to mark me as family with your scent. We ARE family. You are both the baby I feed and the elderly little lady who watches over me. It’s a very special and pure interspecies bond. I have a concept of “love” that is metaphysical, conceptual; you have an instinctual bond to those that you “trust” to help you survive (and that you, in turn, help to survive). You DO aid my survival on an emotional level that you can’t possibly understand, because you try to aid me on the physical level that comes naturally to you. Who said survival of the fittest has no room for love? We share the pure love of deep friendship because you and I must survive. My creature, Lulu, my best friend. My stinky.
