evansisdaft

[evansisdaft]

Mission Control 28

Warnings: non/dubcon, violence, blood, stalking, pregnancy and allusions to abortive measures and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Captain Hydra

Summary: a man marches into your life on a mission

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The house is silent. It has been. More than usual. 

It isn't the silence that bothers you, it's the solitary. You know he's not there. You just have a sense about it. It reminds you of the place he took you before. When he left you alone. What happened when he left you alone. 

Denial. That lasted all of three seconds. There’s no denying the evidence. 

Anger. That stuck around. It’s there still. You’re angry not just about that thing he put inside you, but that he even brought you into the situation to do so. He didn’t just make this baby, he stole a life from you. It wasn’t much, but it was yours. Then he took it for himself and now it will go to the child. 

Bargaining. You try and you try to convince yourself that you’ll be okay. It’s not that bad. You can do this. Shouldn’t you want a family? 

With him? With that monster? You settled. You let yourself get comfortable. That doesn’t change what he’s done. He’s mangled you so much you can’t even recognise yourself. Not in a mirror or in your own mind. 

Depression. Nothing new. That’s always been there. Maybe even before him. It’s like the air has been sucked out of the room every time you remember and you never forget. 

Acceptance. You can’t. You can’t accept this. You are grieving more than your body, more than this pregnancy. You are grieving for yourself. How do you do that? 

So you revert. Step two. Anger. White hot anger. 

He did this and then he left you. Again. Why would he take you only to keep abandoning you? He can rip apart a man with his bare hands but he can’t face this? He might not be the man he once was, but he sure is still a man. Typical. 

You sit at the table. The tea is cold. You shouldn’t have caffeine but frankly you don’t care. It’s not just about the baby, you don’t have the energy to take care of yourself. The most effort you put in was opening a packet of crackers and you’d have one before your stomach turned. 

You leave the mug on the table with the rest. You don’t bother counting them like you don’t count the days. There’s something rancid stinking up the kitchen. You go back to bed, yourself pungent with stale sweat. 

You drag your feet into the bedroom. You stop short. He’s back. 

The Captain. Steve. Whatever he is now. He sits on the bed, a piece of paper in his hands. It’s wrinkled and a corner’s torn off. He crinkles it as he stands. He nods at you. 

You turn back, ready to march away. You hear him. It isn’t often that you do. He sneaks up on you. He grabs your arm. You spin and shove him off you. 

“How long’s it been? Weeks?” You snarl. 

He looks down and puts up two fingers. 

“Only two?” You scoff. “Wow. Great.” 

His blue eyes flick up and he frowns. He raises the page and wiggles it at you. There’s a gleam in his eyes. Desperation. 

You sigh and cross your arms. He unfolds the paper and shows you the jagged writing, words scribbled and scratched over. You bit the insides of your cheeks. You snatch it and spin away. 

Your heart is racing. Your ears ring with rage. You should crumple it up and throw it back in his face. You almost do. You stop yourself as you see your name at the top. Written ten times in a row. 

You take a breath and stop. You read with your back to him. 

‘Taken. Scared—bad people. Made bad.’  

You pause as you examine the script. The lines are jagged like he’s fighting himself with each letter. You continue. 

‘Alone. I kill. I hurt. I alone.’ 

You fidget. You’re angry. Remember. 

‘Long time. Orders in ear. No mouth. I obey. Obeyed!’ 

There’s a whole line of scribbles. 

‘I remembered. Mother. Friend. Men fighting. Hole in the ground. Guns.’  

There’s a drawing of a tank and explosions, crosshatched to one side of the page. Trees splinter and smoke plumes. 

‘Memories.’ The single word hangs below. 

‘See you. Remember more. See you and sun hot. Sky big.’ 

A squiggle stretches across the rest of the line, as if he couldn’t decide his next words. 

‘I try. I hurt. You.’ 

Exes in a clutter before the final word. 

‘Sorry’. 

You focus on that word. Your stomach is tight. You try to find your anger. 

You walk away. You go back downstairs and to the window in the front room. You look out at the melting snow, water trickling from above. 

Captain America died valorously in 1945. That’s what they taught you in school. It’s what was pasted over the commemorative copies of The Times. That wasn’t true. He’s right there with you. 

All those years, has he been like this? Broken and silent. Alone. You hang your head. It has to be the hormones. 

His footsteps approach from behind. You face him as you clutch the paper. He holds up the tablet. 

You get closer to read the page. It isn’t the dictionary he uses. It’s a business page. For a clinic. ‘Reproductive services and procedures’... Oh. 

You fold the paper and hold it out. He lowers the tablet, his brow furrowed, and he takes it. He rests it on the screen. 

“You understand. I want it gone.” You say.  

He nods. 

“You took everything from me.” You hiss, tears beading in your eyes. He nods again. “You ruined everything. My foot, my... my...” You can’t finish as your throat clogs. “I don’t want this. You know that.” 

He winces. His face slowly hardens. He slips the tablet under his arm. He signs. 

“But I need you.” 

You cross your arms and shrug. 

“The baby is gone and this never happens again,” you barter. 

His throat tightens. He signals yes. Then something else. ‘Broken. Bad.’ 

You sniff. “Yes, you are.” 

[evansisdaft]

I have a genuine question for you. If you have cracked the PR code; you have mountains of proof of criminality, contracts, warrants - why don't you take your info to TMZ and break the story? They would sell their mothers down the river. Of course they would love a story of an A-list actor in a contractual relationship. I don't understand staying here on echo chamber Tumblr.

Ah, the age-old “Why don’t you take it to TMZ?” question. Sweetie… TMZ doesn’t care unless there’s a police report, a mugshot, or a Kardashian angle.

Let’s be real: this is yacht girl PR fluff featuring an aging superhero and a try-hard influencer whose biggest achievement is aggressively avoiding soap and finessing rich men on Mediterranean decks.

It’s not exactly breaking news — it’s tabloid background noise at best.

TMZ isn’t ignoring this because it’s too explosive. They’re ignoring it because it’s boring, predictable, and frankly beneath their usual scandal quota.

Chris isn’t getting arrested. She’s not getting deported yet. And unless someone ends up in handcuffs (not the yacht kind), TMZ would rather focus on which NBA player cheated on their baby mama for the 3rd time this week.

Also? Let’s not act like TMZ is some noble truth crusader. They’re corporate now. Sanitized. Selective. Bought. The real story only breaks when the right people want it to.

So no, we’re not sitting in an “echo chamber.” We’re sitting in the only place left that hasn’t sold its soul for ad revenue and a brand deal.

Tumblr may be messy, but at least we still have the range, the receipts, and the nerve to talk about it while the mainstream media yawns through another staged photo op.

Yacht girl scandals don’t make headlines — they make punchlines.

But thank you for your concern, babe. Maybe you should take it to TMZ — just don’t be surprised when they hand you a fruit basket and tell you to tweet about it instead. 💅

[evansisdaft]

Mission Control 27

Warnings: non/dubcon, violence, blood, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Captain Hydra

Summary: a man marches into your life on a mission

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You shiver as you pull closed the robe across your chest. Your gait is uneven but certain. There's no more pain but the tendons will never be as strong as they were. You can do most things but you don't think you'll be running any marathons.

Your teeth chatter as you enter the kitchen, moving through the dark. It's strange to think how easily you settled in. Well, it's much better than before.

It isn't the amenities that make you doubt. It's your acceptance. When you look out those large windows, you don't think of going out. Not far, anyhow. Not away from him. It's not exactly what you want, but what he wants. So far, that's kept you safe.

You take out a mug and bring it to the fancy machine with the glowing touch screen. No more whistling kettles and creaky cupboards. You don't let your mind wander about what this place is. That doesn't matter.

You put a pod in and tap start. The machine hums as it heats up the water for a cup of earl grey. You stand in the dark and shiver, shifting foot to foot on the cold tile.

The light flicks on. You don't look back. It's not the first time he's caught you creeping around in the shadows. You don't bother with the lights when you're just going to go back and hide in bed.

 A rush of air brushes your leg and something slaps onto the floor next to you. You turn and look down at the slippers beside your feet. Steve points down and a guilty smile curls your lips. He's a stickler.

You step into the slippers as the machine churns. You turn back and watch it spit out the tea. He stands beside you. You peek over as he lifts his hands. 

He signs at you. 'Very early.'

'My stomach's acting up again,' you say aloud, signing along. It helps to practice. You're getting better.

'Could have asked me' he moves his hands in a way where you can imagine his firm tone.

'I can do it.'

He frowns. He crosses his arms. You don't need a dictionary to translate that.

You try to move past him but he doesn't let you. He backpedals to the fridge and takes out the milk. He offers it to you.

You pour it and fold the top back in. He puts it away and stops at the fridge. He shuts it and looks at you. His eyes flick around.

"What's going on?" You ask as you pick up the mug, warming yourself as you hover it close to your nose.

He raises a finger and tilts his head. His eyes narrow. He leans and listens to the door of the fridge. He looks ridiculous.

"What is it?"

He wags his finger then taps his ear.

"You hear something?" You wonder. "Hm, maybe the machine?"

You point to the machine and he huffs. He comes closer, jutting his head forward as he searches for the source. You shrug. You don't hear anything.

He frightens you as he bends. He angles around then and grabs your hip. He presses his cheek to your stomach. He stands so fast he hits the cup with his head. You manage to move it away and miss your fingers with the dribble.

"Steve."

He looks at you wide-eyed.

"What? You're freaking me out."

He leans back on his heel, take a step without looking, then another, and keeps going until he's at the door. You scoff as he disappears. You look at the tea and heave. You blow over it and sip. Jeez.

You cross the kitchen and hobble your way back to the stairs. You climb up and enter the bedroom. He's not there. You put the cup on the night table. Maybe something herbal would help your stomach more. Ugh, but you're so tired.

You prop up the pillows. There isn't much to do around here. You're still hiding from whatever it is he's running from.

Sometimes, you watch the television downstairs. You're bored. All these new shows never get renewed or are just a spinoff of a spinoff. Most of the time you read. He still brings you books when he does go out. Now that you think of it, he hasn't done that in a while.

You look over at the window. The snow is lessening. It made sense weeks ago when winter was in its depths but now, you're starting to see the promise of spring.

Steve stomps in. You look up as you cradle the empty book in your lap. He paces around the bottom of the bed. His addled demeanour has you uneasy. You wonder if you should just take your robe off now.

"Would you tell me what's going on?" You ask.

He looks at you as he combs his fingers through his blonde hair. They catch and he curls his lip. He untangles his hands and bounces on his feet. He walks another circle then stops again. He stares.

"Look," you sign as you speak. "We have been practicing so you need to start using your words. I'm too tired."

He holds up his hands. 'Wait'.

He goes to the bookshelf and shuffles around. He slides out the tablet and flicks through it. He types as his forehead creases with concentration. He hovers one hand over his stomach then nods.

He looks at you and gestures out with his hand. You frown. "I don't know that one." He does it again. You sigh. "Still don't know it."

His face contorts in frustration. He stomps over to you and puts the tablet in your lap. You look down at the translation app. 'Pregnant'. You read it out loud and snort.

"No, that's... no." You shake your head. "I had my period... um..."

He sits on the edge of the bed and touches your knee. You look him in the eye. He arches his brows and tilts his head.

"How do you know? I'm fine."

'Sick,' he signs.

"I have a sensitive stomach."

'Tired.'

You roll your eyes.

'I heard it.' He moves his hands pointedly.

"You heard it? Oh, sure."

'I hear you too,' he motions then taps a heartbeat on the back of his hand. 'Now two.'

You stare at him. "No, I can't..."

His eyes drift and he makes a face. He shrugs. Then signs. 'We do a lot'.

Your cheek twitches and your forehead creases. Can he hear your heartbeat pick up? We don't do anything. He does it. He did this. When he wants you, you don't get a choice.

You shove past him as you swing your legs over the edge. You get up and stomp to the bathroom. He follows. You slam the door before he can reach you. You lock it.

He knocks. No. How could he do this? How could you not have thought of this? Shit.

Your eyes burn with tears. You didn't have a choice in any of this. Not just this... pregnancy, but this whole situation. He took you away from your life; he trapped you in that desolate house; he set that trap; he did what he's done over and over; he killed that man; then he brought you here and now...

You turn and hit the door with your fist. You holler in frustration. You close your eyes and inhale.

"I don't want to speak to or see you! I mean it." You snarl through. "Can you hear that, Captain?"

There's a scrape on the other side of the door. You look down and see his shadow shift. You listen to his footsteps. You don't usually hear them. The bedroom door clicks and you're left alone, in sobering silence.

[evansisdaft]

People who have nothing to hide don't send anonymous asks

Exactly

[evansisdaft]

Oh good another fucking idiot

Not fair I like to think I’m an another fabulous fucking idiot,ps next time instead of being anonymous show us who u really are just another keyboard warrior 🖕🏻

[evansisdaft]

Is here video circulating of Alba at Justin’s premiere or whatever, I saw a clip of a guy hugging her but it seemed innocent, but someone spoke a a video where she’s laid up on some guy and he rubbed her belly and I’m like oh lord here we go again with nonsense.

I just want to see the video for myself, people project and see things they want or don’t want ya know.

First of all — unless there’s a crystal-clear video showing her scribbling “Mrs. Random Man” in a notebook while he rubs her belly like she’s the Virgin of Monte Carlo, let’s all take a deep breath. People see what they want to see — usually through delusion-tinted glasses.

Second, let’s be real: Alba is way too image-obsessed to let herself be filmed playing PDA princess with anyone who isn’t her assigned PR plus-one. That yacht girl brand she’s clinging to for dear life? Built on mystique, control, and keeping her “marital” status ambiguous enough to attract rich attention.

So if she was getting cozy with someone else in public, there’s either a script behind it or she’s slipping — and vanity doesn’t usually allow for slips. PR queens don’t let the mask fall unless they’re ready to trade it for a new one.

Until then? Save the popcorn. It’s just recycled drama in a different venue.

[evansisdaft]

Of course she showed up to her soulmate’s premiere wearing the exact same dress she wore to the Ghosted premiere—probably dusted off the same skanky shoes too, for “sentimental” PR value.

Nothing says “timeless love” like reusing your wardrobe like you reuse fake relationship headlines. ♻️💅

AND NOW she’s cosying up to yet another man who is, shockingly, not her fake husband?

At this point, it’s less “married woman” and more “emotionally available to whoever’s on the call sheet.”

An inside source (read: the PR intern barely holding it together) says:

“She’s just there to support a friend.”

Sure, Jan. She supports men the way duct tape supports a collapsing PR narrative—sloppily, and on its last stretch.

Meanwhile, the husband™ is nowhere to be seen. Rumour has it he’s in hiding with the rest of his dignity and that NDA.

[evansisdaft]

I know the photo is old, I was scrolling through my explore on Instagram and this photo appeared with the news of the marriage proposal, and only now I noticed that in this photo he wasn't even looking at her eyes, that's not relevant, but I found it interesting the way that even in the photos he could have pretended, he didn't do it. She even tried to give him a loving look, now he didn't even bother to do that.

It's just a thought!!!

[evansisdaft]

Team real CANNOT call anyone delusional when the fact is, in his twenty plus year career and as long as Lonesome whatever that blog name is, has been on Tumblr stanning his man, when have they EVER been given such private information like knowing he’d get married months before it’s announced? That was an obvious red flag, planted info. Not to mention the architectural digest was technically right, just not the way they stated. 😂

But harsh truth time……

When a former legit Buzzfeed employee states verbatim that Chris and Alba definitely were PR for Netflix, one has to see the obvious. Now people can question if it turned to more or less but at the end of the day…..there is a reason Buzzfeed stills throws shade. *coughs* they know this bs is fake, Chris knows and Alba knows.

After all the shit and trolling her and her friend group did, one doesn’t think if they had legit ammo they wouldn’t have done way worse, like come on. What woman wouldn’t want her wedding pics televised. But she couldn’t as they don’t exist and if one believes they do then Chris isn’t what “allowing” her to do as she pleases in her own marriage? Make it make sense team real!!!! She literally told you mofos the year she got married was SAD!!!! Like out her own fucking mouth.

It’s PR and the fans aren’t crazy, the only reason the crazy fan narrative was put out was due to the fans immediately spotting the bullshit and then magically the loudest ones formerly screaming Pr, switched to “real”, but we’re all the delusional ones, fuck out of here!

Them fools got freebies from Chris and he said their blog names and they probably watch that damn “charity” video everyday and it’s probably saved in their phone next to his 🍆 pic. If anyone wants to know who ruined the fandom on Tumblr and caused chaos, find that charity video and each blog name is listed.

I’m tired and Chris and team need to end this shit while it’s safe too, because if the world finds out all the things the fans know and have collected over the years, it’s a wrap and they’ll be in deeper shit. The internet is forever. Chris cares about that reputation, we all know that and losing clean public rep would have that man publicly spiraling.

He’s in a good place now, so by end of summer end that shit, like seriously before worse happens. I feel some type of way about Chris in this mess, but I still care and the reason I stayed updated on this was because I was concerned about him when he started looking and speaking as though he was depressed.

I’m tired of those who clearly aren’t fans thinking they know more than they do, but also as a whole, how much worse would this have been if people weren’t calling shit out. So I just sit back and observe and hope things end and team real eats shit. 💩

[evansisdaft]

“There is a video showing the fake wife at Dustbin’s movie deal last night with a man and the man is rubbing all up on her stomach and she’s laid all up on him. So no need to worry about any sighting in the states or a pregnancy because we have video proof none of that is true. And video proof that she’s messing around with another man. So much for that wonderful amazing marriage huh?! 🤣”

This was the message on another blog so that’s why I came here to ask as you find things quickly and verify.

But yeah I was being sarcastic and said well based on what that anon said this sounds like she’s pregnant and told someone she knew and thus the belly rub, like this anon worded that shit and anyway…..I got blocked. 😂 but people need to post things and evidence before blindly believing things.

Curious to see what’s the next ah ha moment in this shitshow saga, would love for it to be a “shocking” finale.

Shoutout to the amazing anon with the high-def vision and telepathic powers for picking up on a maybe-belly-rub in a blurry clip like it was the Zapruder film. 🕵️‍♀️✨ Honestly iconic. I mean, clearly we’re supposed to believe this was a secret pregnancy announcement caught live on camera, decoded via vibes and shadow angles alone.🤣

Meanwhile, no one’s dropping the full video or even a screenshot — but hey, let’s all rearrange our lives based on pure speculation and bad compression quality!

This saga really is the gift that keeps on giving. I, for one, am bracing for the next “shocking twist” — maybe an accidental live where someone forgets to switch to their burner or a rogue producer finally snaps and leaks the group chat. 🍿 Let’s go, season finale energy.

If she is it ain’t his as immaculate conception must be hard living on separate continents 🤣🤣🤣

[evansisdaft]

Fair — we’re not MI6. But when someone’s allegedly married to a world-famous American actor and they spend 90% of their time conveniently… not in America? Not near his family? Not seen at any event where “the wife” might actually appear?//

No, people are trying to explain that no one has whereabouts on these people 24/7. So what she didn’t show up maybe she didn’t want to. Maybe she’s homesick, we have proof she’s not too fond of America and that his mom possibly doesn’t like her. I wouldn’t want to be around that either. You don’t know how many plane trips she’s taken. The last time she was spotted was in PT, she could be in the US now or in her apartment in PT, the thing is no one knows. So acting as though you all have a tracker on this girl 24/7 is what the anon was pointing out.

I understand things look weird, but imagine people online making assumptions about your life and not knowing things but to them surface level things seem deeper than they actually are. She was wrong to troll the fandom and it bit her and her friends in the ass. All their shit comes out and they still continue to troll. Now it’s silent, time has moved on and the fans are still pissed and won’t let it go.

My question that I want everyone to ask themselves is, what if you all are wrong regardless of how things appear on the outside looking in. What if you find out nope, they are legit and he married her for real. Will you look back and finally see the reality that things can appear one way and be the complete opposite?

This is the internet, it’s big online, but very very small in real life. Chris is a guy with privilege and fame he could be playing you all right in your faces. Maybe he wanted his young tenderloin and wanted to keep his clean cut image too and thought her could have his cake and eat it too, thus this shitshow.

Like I just, that man got people doing the most while people claim he’s “irrelevant”.

Look, if it comes out that this is fake I won’t be shocked and I’ll even come back and go omg you were right, but for now this is what he’s “selling” and anyone screaming online how it’s fake just makes you all seem like obsessed stans. If this is fake then I’m sure he and his team love the fact there are a percentage of fans believing it.

I see plot holes too, but he’s still married and even inserting and speaking about her more, soon I’m sure he’ll say her name again and everyone will lose their minds.

He’s presently a publicly married man regardless if it’s real,or fake.

I just worry he’s going to do more that will set people off and some people can’t see the parasocial relationship they have with Chris. It’s concerning is all.

Look, you’re right about one thing — no one has a tracker on this woman 24/7 (despite the fact that her friends, her reflection, and her own camera roll seem to leak like a cracked Tupperware lid). But let’s not pretend this is just some private citizen being harassed for being “mysterious.” This isn’t Jane Doe being misidentified at a Starbucks. This is someone who intentionally inserted herself into a fandom space, played the pick-me troll game for months, and whose friends were out here acting like gossip girl villains circa 2011.

You don’t get to poke the bear, taunt fans, post breadcrumbs for attention, laugh when people speculate… and then cry about “parasociality” when the speculation doesn’t go your way. That’s not concern — that’s PR gaslighting 101.

And sure, Chris could be playing all of us. Maybe he did decide he wanted to LARP as Leonardo DiCaprio on his off days and picked a barely-there influencer with a ski slope aesthetic and a boat pass. Maybe it’s “real.” Maybe it’s all a performance. But either way, once you put the show on stage, people will have opinions. That’s not obsession. That’s the basic price of admission.

People saw the plot holes. They’re not pulling conspiracy theories out of a hat — they’re responding to a narrative that makes less sense than a Netflix reboot. When you start invoking “well maybe she just doesn’t like America” as an excuse for not being seen for months despite allegedly living in the U.S. with her husband… c’mon. Even Hallmark movies have better continuity than that.

So no no one thinks she’s got a GPS tag on her ankle. But when you choose a public platform, use it to taunt fans, then vanish into thin air only to reappear for vague content drops, you don’t get to act shocked when people read the signals. This isn’t fan fiction — this is cause and effect.

At the end of the day, if it’s real? Cool. If it’s not? Also cool. But let’s not pretend fans are out of pocket for noticing that a supposed “wife” of a global celebrity has less traceable presence than Bigfoot, and fewer receipts than a cash-only side hustle.

This ain’t parasocial, babe — it’s pattern recognition.

[evansisdaft]

I’m just curious what the reaction will be if this ended in a few months, like look I don’t know Hollywood stuff, but her not showing up to a premiere, Chris basically seeming like he’s going through a mental checklist. Like setting the stage for the end, but I think so many have been gaslit in this mess that it’s like nope, more shit will happen and more drama.

Thanks for allowing people to vent and voice their thoughts. Have a great week! ☀️

Honestly? I think the real chaos won’t be when (if?) this ends — it’ll be watching the mental gymnastics of the people who defended it like their rent depended on it.

Because if this whole PR mess does quietly crash and burn — whether it’s a sudden split announcement, a soft fade into silence, or a “we’re still best friends” headline in People — there’s going to be a wave of “wait, what?” that ripples through the fandom like a glitch in the matrix.

Chris already feels like he’s going through a checklist, not living his life:

Say “wife” a couple times

Look slightly dead behind the eyes

Avoid all public interaction with her

Overshare about your family but not your marriage

Accidentally radiate “please send help” energy in every interview

And her? Sis didn’t even show up to a premiere for THE biggest movie in his career reboot arc. If she’s your new bride and can’t be bothered to support you at that moment, what are we even doing here?

This isn’t about parasocial delusion — it’s about reading the room, and the room is giving “awkward contract energy with a ticking expiration date.” Even if you don’t know Hollywood mechanics, vibes are universal, and the vibes are: 😬.

But seriously — it’s not about being mad, it’s about seeing through the fog. The whole thing’s been weird, inconsistent, and strangely joyless for something that’s supposed to be a fairytale romance. And if it does implode? I think the collective response will be less “shocked Pikachu” and more “finally.”

So yeah, keep calling out the contradictions. Keep raising eyebrows. Just don’t let it take your peace. If this is a PR stunt, the awkwardness is punishment enough for him. And if it’s real… well, yikes. 😅

Thanks for the thoughtful chat and the laughs. Hope you have an amazing week — keep that popcorn ready, stay unbothered, and remember: you’re not crazy, you’re just observant. 💙🍿

[evansisdaft]

What I’m trying to understand is with her criminal history and been banned from some countries how the hell did she mange to get working visas for that film shot in Canada, Germany then Australia this year. Authorities do background checks they would find these things out. No one has that much power over Government agencies to over look her past. Why would prime cast her with her history?.🤷🏿‍♀️

Let’s not forget—Australian immigration probably knew exactly what they were dealing with, which is why her two “besties” had to babysit her on set. Not because she’s charming or fun, but because her vile, entitled behavior alienates literally everyone else. No one in the larger cast wants to touch her with a ten-foot pole.

She’s stuck in that shitty studio apartment in Portugal, banned from the US, with a criminal record that no government agency is going to overlook. That staged “lift photo” in Australia? Pure PR theater.

Her role in Voltron was a desperate Amazon handout, part of her PR package to keep the illusion alive — but anime fans smell the flop a mile away.

The studios and Amazon are just tossing scraps to keep her afloat, but everyone knows the real story: she’s isolated, babysat by her two so-called besties because no one else will tolerate her toxic attitude.

And everyone who knows anime knows Voltron remakes are a guaranteed flop. Anime fans hate these kinds of reboots, especially when they’re clearly riding on star power instead of respect for the source material. It’s a recipe for disaster, and the backlash is coming hard and fast.

Wake up, people. This isn’t stardom. It’s a sinking ship propped up by lies, shady deals, and a very limited support system.

[evansisdaft]

Keep calling stuff out and yes post things because when the truth hits the fan, watch people come to your blog like oooh and ahhh. 😂

Thanks as I’m here for for fallout and yes I will be here after it too

😜💜

[evansisdaft]

Okay.. The studios need to quit fucking around and give the Gene Kelly role to Tom Hiddleston. 😏

I know Chris has been all talk about it. But if dude is clumsy in a kitchen and he brags he can tap but too embarrassed to tap when people ask him too. I wonder if he's tapped for the "wifey" the Portuguese gem yet. 😒😆🤣

@allycat75

@hollywoodevilgossip

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[evansisdaft]

Wishing someone would get deported because you’re mad an actor got married to someone that isn’t you is fucking SICK. REAL people and REAL families are facing this horror every fucking day and you’re here making a disgusting joke about it. Guess what, Alba has every right to be in this country despite whatever bullshit lie you wanna tell your smooth brain fuckass moronic followers who can’t even think for themselves. Contrary to your blog name, Karma is NOT your friend.

Listen up, dumbfuck: Alba isn’t even in the States she’s stuck in Portugal thanks to her own criminal record. So quit pretending you’re some woke defender of justice when you’re just spewing lies to gaslight and cover your own bitterness. This isn’t about Trump’s cruel policies — it’s about exposing your pathetic, ignorant ass.

Get your facts straight before you embarrass yourself any further. Your “loyalty” is just sad desperation wrapped in stupidity. Step off, or you’ll keep proving exactly how brain-dead you really are.

Oh, and spoiler alert your credibility left the chat a long time ago.

[evansisdaft]

He's helping her with her auditions but she's not getting jobs she might want him to stop lol.

Maybe... haha