#a very private affair

[gatabella]

Brigitte Bardot during the filming of A Very Private Affair, Switzerland, 1961

[thinkingimages]

[hayaomiyazaki]

Czech film poster for A Very Private Affair (1962) dir. Louis Malle, released 1964. Art by Richard Fremund.

[canisalbus]

You mentioned before that the people who would have access to Machete's bedchamber would likely already know about Vasco. How did that come up in your mind? Did they get caught in the act or was the subject broached with enough trust? How did those people handle it? Sorry if this is a bit vague but I thought about it today and I'm very interested. :)

I think it just has to be the case, I can't imagine how they could manage to hide the fact Vasco is bunking with him from everyone, for years and years. Machete doesn't live alone, he has staff and servants who do his housekeeping and run his errands. Even if Vasco didn't stay there for any extended periods of time and snuck out the back door to avoid attention, I'm assuming at least the people who do his laundry and change his sheets would eventually detect that some sort of funny business had happened. But the number of people who are in on it is still very very small and tightly controlled. His assistant Vittorio definitely knows and helps to manage this situation, so does his personal doctor, and on top of that maybe a handful of most trusted high-ranking emplyees, which he has vetted extremely carefully and pays handsomely for their discreetness and prudence.

[terriblewomanyuri]

BREAKING: Kirsten Wright, CEO of Rhine Lab, makes public statement about marital affair, announces she “lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship,” with her Director of Ecology, Muelsyse (no last name known).

Her wife and the Rhine Lab Director of the Defense Section, Saria (no last name known), has refused to comment on the situation.

[sparky-is-spiders]

Y’know the whole “Peter and Elias are constantly marrying and divorcing” thing well consider: Jonpeter on-again off-again toxic affair.

[coweringnarcissus]

chainshipping yuri draft of concept

something something… ada trails lauren to a barren convenience store after another one of the woman’s clandestine motel rendezvouses and she wrestles with her better judgment, relenting to the compulsion to follow her into the shop…

she walks around the perimeter of the small store, past lauren inspecting the label of a chocolate bar in between the aisles, head down with blonde hair fanning her shoulder blades… ada’s untucked keys from her pocket crash and jangle against each other as she approaches the fridges - to emphasize her presence? to appear nonchalant? to disturb dr. gordon’s debauched, guilty solitude? - as she stares at lauren’s bleary reflection through the glass and grabs a rockstar (original)… she turns, sneakers squeaking against the once glossed floor, and debilitates between a bag of funyuns or cool ranch doritos… ada notices lauren’s head lift towards her in her peripheral, separated only by a couple feet and the short wired display… this close, she can smell the older woman’s perfume, something dense with sandalwood and almond and some heady, drowning quality that ada can best describe as musk (hypnotic poison, dior)... she thinks of cheap, disheveled bedding, knocked over heels, and lauren’s diamond earrings - an anniversary gift from mr. gordon, surely - lovingly retired on a bedside table…

ada grabs the bag of funyuns. lauren glances at the obnoxiously yellow bag and tsks, shaking her head disapprovingly… the word tumbles out of ada’s mouth before she can help herself - “what?” “there should be a warning label on those things, with how much sodium’s in them.” ada raises her hand and jostles the energy drink in front of lauren’s eyeline “well, i’d tell you about all the other crap i put in my body, but i don’t want you to have an aneurism and bleed out on the linoleum.” lauren tightens her lips, complaining to herself that you don’t bleed externally from a ruptured aneurysm and puts the hershey's down to grab an almond joy…

with an undue amount of care in her voice, staring down at the nutrition facts: “you’re young. you should take better care of yourself.” ada scoffs and walks idly toward the counter, running her hand against the top of the unit. lauren stares at the curvature of her knuckles and slight definition of veins against the back of her palm, hastily redirecting her focus to the small and boring wall of text… “thanks-'' doc “-lady, but i think i’ll pass on the condescension disguised as unwarranted, but well-meaning, life advice from a complete stranger.”

i've been stuck on this outline for weeks, i don't know where to take this from here, and i wanted to at least get what does exist somewhere out there so that an idea i care about doesn't just collect virtual dust in my tabs. any and all interaction would be greatly appreciated! i hope someone likes this concept as much as i do. ada's dyke-ish affinity for keys was a personal detail that i am very, very fond of including. :-) original text edited shortly after posting to edit sentence structure & include lauren staring at ada's hand for suggestive purposes.

[buddyhollyscurls]

the way that armando shows every fucking body bettys pic vs her just keeping it to herself says a lot about their respective personalities

[spikypauldron]

is anyone there. is anyone listening.

[thatscarletflycatcher]

If Charles de Gaulle was a fictional character, he'd be the object of the most intense and insane fandom drama on tumblr dot com.

[kagedbird]

TESSDE AU (+ Taliesin) Continuation of this

Allora has spent the last week at home with the boys and Bren, relaxing not too dissimilar from a dysfunctional family. The trio have been taking their time getting to know one another better and Allora has become more comfortable with displays of affection- slowly. She's received a letter from a courier that Lucien will be coming home in the next few days, and another from Inigo that she was free to teleport him to her whenever she needs. Deciding to wait until both were back, she happily runs into Lucien's arms as he entered into Whiterun.

Allora: You're back! *squeezes him tightly, burying herself against him* Welcome home! Lucien: *a little teary eyed at her tight hug and the big warm welcome, chuckling softly* Well hello! This is certainly nice. Allora: I missed you. Lucien: Awh! I missed you too. Hello Kaidan, Taliesin! Kaidan: Welcome back Lucien. Find out anythin' interestin' in yer studies? *claps Lucien on the shoulder* Lucien: *eyes bulging in surprise* Uh... w-well, yes! Many very interesting things! Would you like to hear about them? Taliesin: Perhaps we should have Allora bring home our final guest first? Lucien: Final guest? *releases Allora as she pulls away* Allora: *focuses on Inigo's soul as the magick forms into her palm, whispering* Inigo. *casts the spell a few feet from her, and out apperates Inigo* Inigo: Whoa! You are very lucky my friend, I just finished going to the bathroom- oof! Allora: *flung herself to hold onto Inigo just as tightly, laughing happily* Welcome home! Inigo: Hehe. Thank you, my friend. It is good to be home. Lucien: Inigo! Where were you, old chap? And what on Nirn was that spell?! Inigo: Oh, Lucien! You returned! It is good to see you. We went on a long quest for myself after you had left to your Dwemer ruin; it turns out I also have a big prophecy just like our friend here! Taliesin: Yes, perhaps we can discuss that back at the house? *gently pulls Allora closer to him and guides her back home* Kaidan: *walking after the two* Aye, plenty to talk about. Good t'see you, Inigo. Inigo: Yes! I am glad to see you are all well. What has happened while we were out? Allora: Well... *** Lucien: *frowning in thought as Allora sat between Taliesin and Kaidan, both of them hovering around her quite a lot more than normal* ... Inigo: Julian? Lucien: Hm? Oh, my apologies. Were you saying something? Inigo: You were saying something about your Dwemer ruins, but you went quiet. Lucien: *flustered, coughing into his hand* Ah, sorry, I believe the... long travel is getting to me is all. Allora: Do you need to rest? You can take my room! Lucien: Ah, no no. I wouldn't want to kick you out of your own room! Kaidan: *standing up to gather more alto wine* You wouldn't. She's been sleepin' in the master. Taliesin: More accurate to say you'd be taking the room from Mr. Folsterhan. Inigo: Does this have to do with the kidnappers? Allora: *blushing brightly as she doesn't look the two in the eye* ...Not... exactly... but kind of... Kaidan: *returns with two bottles of alto wine, refilling Allora's glass before his* We're all sleepin' in there together. Lucien: *eyes widen as he stares at Taliesin and Kaidan, realizing they haven't bit off each other's head once since he returned* You're- you're together? Inigo: When did this happen? Congratulations you three! Allora: *swallows down half her glass of wine in one go to try and curb the embarrassment* Oh god...

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[gatabella]

Brigitte Bardot on the set of A Very Private Affair, 1961

[everythingroyalty]

William affair rumors was because they were trying to explain why Kate stopped talking to her friend and a journalist said on twitter he has an affair. Similar things have been said about other royals too. No evidence. Or remember Jack's photos dancing with a friend but none of them was seen exiting a woman's flat in the morning. Tabloids act like that. I mean tabloids said that Harry and Meghan were divorcing just because she didn't go to the coronation but there is a bit of evidence here.

Actually, several journalists said that William's affair was a public secret amongst in press but stay proving my point ❤️😂

What I take issue with is the irony of the same group of illiterate cunts who routinely shit their pants over Mary outperforming their favs in every possible way currently frothing at their mouths over a subject they've spent the past 4 years stomping their feet about when others have brought it up about their favs 🤣

And these dumb fucks who regularly say the most batshit out-of-touch things about Mary now pretending to feel sorry for her? First of all, take her name out of your rancid mouths ❤️ Second of all, imagine being grown ass women and never once having the backbone to actually stand by your own words. How do you survive outside the internet is what I wanna know?

[peony-pearl]

Been thinking about Hudson and Nora bc they’re good and when she has a night off she falls asleep in his lap while they watch old sitcoms

[a-luran]

Holy shit thay is absolutely rotten behaviour. You should tell someone so they can go rock her shit because she needs it. A friend or colleague or anything, family, boss, random grandma, it literally doesn't matter but someone needs to go and have a word with her if yours won't work. You're not a coward, anyone would want to avoid that sort of interaction, I'd run from the entire building. That woman is fucking vile. I'm so sorry about this

i appreciate it. some of my friends know because they overheard and I explained. unfortunately there is not much to be done. the friends that do very deeply mind have been very helpful in listening to the details and helping me work out how to move past it. I would love to believe that one day she'll face some kind of consequence, if not for this then for her bigotted attitudes and her callousness towards other people but i really hold no illusions about what people see when they see her and how little people actually care to rock the boat.

[luna-mistrunner]

when musicians are like yeah I wrote this dreary song on a down tuned nylon acoustic because it couldn’t hold tune I get it now. Those old guitars really don’t hold tune if you treat them super shit and they sound baller as hell and are a delight to play