#the act

[hanihaato]

a/n: yandere aventurine x female reader, suggestive, non-consensual touching and forced kisses

“Ah, ah, ah, don’t say a word, darling,” a glowed finger pressed to your lips makes words die on your tongue almost as effectively as the Aventurine’s vivid, piercing eyes. Except for the shallow breaths, you stay in silence, and he glides his hand from your lips to cup your cheekbone. “I must say, you are really bold, testing my connections like that to find you. Being sceptical is a great quality…”

He pushes you onto the bed and lays on top of you, interlocking your fingers together so you don’t ever try to push him off yourself. He stares at you, his smile growing smug with your every try to wiggle out yourself of the embrace.

Aventurine’s head falls on your shoulder. You shiver as he chuckles and his warm breath sends a chill through your spine he muchly adores tracing his fingers on.

“…But not when it comes to me.”

You turn your head away from him. Ugh, you wish you could have at least a full day without him, but you could pride yourself in having a plan good enough to escape the room he locked you up two weeks ago when you first arrived on this planet.

Though, it hurts your ego a bit that Aventurine doesn’t seem to be bothered at all.

He shifts on the bed, and you hate how the sheets that smelled of the hotel’s cleanliness are already starting to stink with his perfumes. The smell you once loved now suffocates you with each breath.

He wraps his arm around your waist so he spoons your back for a second before grasping you tighter and throwing you over himself, having you face him. He entangles your legs before you can think of hitting him with a knee.

You whisper into the pillows.

“…At least I know you are a real deal.”

Aventurine chuckles in a tone you would find endearing if you didn’t feel he laughs at you. When he first started to show you the best parts of the world he’s been living in—the casinos that always had a nice pianist playing on a grand piano, the numerous vine tastings, the breakfasts that make your mouth water, clothing that feels like silk in touch—you could hear the tone everywhere, usually just by your ear. He then told you how he loved how your eyes shone and how much more enchanting you look every day.

You wonder which night he started to plan to cut you off from both worlds, yours and his, to only have him as your everything.

“That’s news to me,” he says, theatrically raising his eyebrows. “You didn’t believe me at all? You must know, darling, that everything I told you after we got together is true. That’s a real privilege right there.”

His finger starts to trace circular patterns on your forearm’s skin. Your heart throbs painfully.

“Aventurine…” Your voice is as demanding as can be the voice of a woman squished in the arms of a man who knows how to use words and guns. “I don’t believe you really love me. That’s not how love looks like.”

The man is still in his position. He blinks, and his eyes are fully on you. You have yet to find out if that look is a warning for you or whether he is enticed by what are you saying. Or maybe he just wants to hear your voice—you know Aventurine is not a man above misleading you into believing you aren’t in a hopeless position just to hear your pleas.

“When you love someone, you want the best for them. You want— You see them as equals. You don’t strip them of what they love to do, and… and people they love. You just… join their life and slowly build a new one together…”

When you fall silent, Aventurine pulls you in and with the other hand brushes hair off your face.

He hums. “That’s an inspiring speech. Oh, and I loved how you looked when you talked about it. Such a view. You must’ve thought about it for quite a while, huh?” He pats you on the head, lingering a bit to loosely twirl your hair on his fingers. “But, dearest, everything you’ve said, well, it all checks out.”

“No.”

“I do view as equals. We have a trade: my everlasting love for a bit of your freedom. It looks like a good deal.”

“It doesn’t look like—”

Aventurine shuts you up with a kiss. You hate, hate, hate this feeling, because in these moments you wonder if you could ever truly fall in love with a man you despise that gives you the hugs you long for and kisses you think about for days.

As he pulls away, with your free hand, you wipe off the traces of the kiss on your lips. Of course, you know it’s meaningless—he kissed you many times, you would have to count in hundreds at least—he will revenge you for that later.

“Awh, don’t be like that,” He says, kissing you again and holding your wrists this time. “You know, I pride myself in being a good businessman. If you are going to put your undying love for me, I will give you the freedom back.”

“You may beg all you want, but with begging you can’t get my love.”

It’s a brave thing to say when you are at the mercy of a man who’s famished for your affection.

“Hm, is that so?” Aventurine chuckles, but for the first time in the evening, it lacks the usual flippancy. He begins to pepper your neck with kisses, and you feel his sturdy hands travel down your stomach and a tugging on your shirt. “Well, say what you want, darling. But since you’ve been by my side for such a long time, you must know I only engage in bets I know I will win.”

#honkai star rail #hsr #aventurine #aventurine x reader #yandere aventurine x reader #yandere aventurine #yandere hsr #yandere hsr x reader #hsr x reader #yandere honkai star rail x reader #the act

[syntaxaero]

fat men in hawaiian shirts is peak gender thanks for coming to my ted talk

#miniature rant about google keyboard for a sec #it doesn't recognize that my subject here is a collective noun so #it thinks i should use are instead of is for this sentence #because it thinks by subject is fat men #when in actuality #my subject is the concept #the image #the act #of fat men in hawaiian shirts #anyways rant over

[hollywocd]

blonde joey king like/reblog to support my work

#joey king #joey king icons #icons joey king #female icons #girls icons #the kissing booth #bullet train #the act #icons #twitter icons #without psd #twitter

[oolhan]

Everlark: The Classics #4

The Act by @muttpeeta/atetheredmind

Published: 2015 Chapters: 14 | Complete

Oooh. I can't even begin to describe how this modern au took my soul and fold it in ten small pieces. One of the many finest works of muttpeeta! Although she is active in another fandom right now, her everlark stories remain being loved by the fandom! The Act follows the story of The Victors' descent to success as they navigate the tangled strings of their relationship as a duo band in their tour. Their chemistry sells them more than their music, having them forced to put up a show whenever onstage. This fic is basically the epitome of enemies to lovers everlark. The top of the list of the trope. It has tensions, it has denials, it has longing stares, it has dumb "I like to but I can't" scenarios. Truly, muttpeeta's writing mastered the art of dialogue because the way Peeta and Katniss banter is done with so much wit. Katniss' point of view here is so entertaining to watch whenever she suppress her emotions lol. Plus, the hotel room scenes???? too much. Too much! The way the sub characters like Darius' and Haymitch's are redefined adds to the overall plot. Anyways, thank you for creating this masterpiece, @muttpeeta! You're always welcome in coming back to the fandom. Truly, truly a treat for readers. One of the fics I can read again and again.

#muttpeeta #atetheredmind #everlark classics series #everlark enemies to lovers #the act #everlark fic rec #the hunger games #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen

[haveyouseenthisseries-poll]

#tv shows #tv series #polls #the act #joey king #patricia arquette #chloe sevigny #2010s series #us american series #have you seen this series poll

[the-liminal-place]

#the act #poetry #poems #poets of tumblr #liminal words #the-liminal-place #queer poet #poetryblr #sterek #sterek poem #sterek poetry #sterek fic #(in verse) #pov derek

[caffeine-addicted-insomniac]

Gypsy Rose has been released, as she should be. But why can't people just leave her alone. She was abused and traumatized, she is not "girl boss" as y'all keep saying. She is a person who is going to have to adjust to the real world. Why can't y'all just leave her alone she is not a shiny new zoo exhibit.

#gypsy rose blanchard #gypsy rose released #the act #childhood abuse

[georgefurth]

Happy birthday to George Furth (December 14th 1932 - August 11th 2008)

George Furth was a playwright and actor most well known for writing the libretto to the 1970 musical Company. Other works include Twigs (1971), The Act (1977), The Supporting Cast (1981), Merrily We Roll Along (1981), Precious Sons (1986), and Getting Away with Murder (1996)

Furth was also a prolific character actor. His IMDb page is like a mile long.

🎂

#george furth #stephen sondheim #company musical #the act #kander and ebb #:)

[s1mpl3sp0ng3]

yknow it's pretty disgusting that hulu is promoting the shit out of the act on their roku app when gypsy rose received no compensation or gave any kind of permission to be made, it actively made her prison life worse, and her stepmother kristy, who was advocating to get a story told from gypsy's perspective, was completely snubbed from participating despite being promised royalties.

not to mention the inaccuracy of the series in several instances. gypsy's teeth did not rot out because she snuck away from her mom to rebelliously eat sugar, they rotted out because her mother had her salivary glands removed. the real person who inspired the character of lacey is incredibly upset by her portrayal and how it's affected her personal and professional image. kristy and multiple members of dee dee's family were completely snubbed from the reenactment, which made the story lose a lot of vital context.

please do not give the act your money. if you genuinely care about gypsy rose's recovery, support the projects that she approves of or has some kind of say in.

#gypsy rose blanchard #the act

[hanihaato]

a/n: jealousy themes, yandere sunday x reader, mentions of abduction, incapacitation, drabble

Your artistic silence is broken with a snap of fingers and a question.

“Now, who is that man?”

Before the vision disappears, you have a split second to admire your efforts. Your skills have improved over the last three hours where Sunday had left your dreamscape to attend to some urgent and questionable matters.

This time, you have delved into the concept of imaginary creations that followed your newfound belief that even in this kind of twisted dream, deliberately manipulated by Sunday, you could still treat it like… a dream.

Do wonders. Keep yourself occupied to take care of your sanity.

The man you’ve created doesn’t have a name as you don’t recognize him. Maybe he was your own creation, or maybe he was one of the countless tourists at Reverie Hotel whose face you’ve been fortunate to remember. He would have made for a much more entertaining company than Sunday is, especially as he presses his lips into a thin line and looks disappointed in you.

“A secret boyfriend. We were planning to elope tonight, before you…” The story cuts short, as Sunday closes his eyes and sighs heavily, as if dealing with a troublesome kid. You take the warning and end your joke here, but because you know you have the privilege to as his beloved, you pout at him. “Alright. I was bored. Happy now? I thought you said I can do whatever I want here. Well, you keep calling it my dreamscape, after all.”

Sunday sits you down on a sofa that materializes within a blink of an eye. It’s another reminder you’re not in Penacony; there, nothing like that could happen, as it’s a dream with rules you are bound to obey. But at least there, you could understand its mechanism as it was created to mimic the real world.

‘Your’ dreamscape was solely ruled by Sunday’s whims.

You fall on a stack of heavenly puffy cushions, with his arm draped around your waist.

“Dearest. It’s our dream. This fantasy wouldn’t exist without any of us,” Sunday promptly corrects you and smiles gently at your irate gaze. “Believe me, I wholeheartedly would love to give you a fair share of power over this place, but it would be a bit dangerous to someone not practised in lucid dreaming.”

If you didn’t exceed his tolerance for defiance for today, you would have hit him with one of the pillows. Instead, you sink yourself deeper into them.

“Alright, then… What do I have to do to be classified as experienced? As far as I am aware, spending a whole three months in a dream should have made me an expert.”

“That’s a lovely conclusion. But does spending time in a library make you able to get a degree in every subject that’s written in the books?”

The question silences you. The break is long enough for Sunday to design your surroundings: a coffee table that matches the times, a porcelain tea set with golden details and some infusion with fascinating taste. They go with a tray of cookies and little sandwiches, as well as a bowl of fruits and nuts that would taste better if they were real.

However, you have to do with what you have on your hands.

You bite into a biscuit. “Then, what should I do? To be adept enough, that is.”

“There are many other requirements…” He falls into a reverie, and just as you think he closes the topic—you’ve been willing to give it up at this point, solely for the quiet to continue—Sunday speaks again. “If you can wake up on your own or overwrite any of the aspects of this dream, for example, gravity, I will consider giving you a little more power here.”

So, he’s asking you for the impossible.

“…I won’t be wiping myself out only for you to ‘consider’.”

Sunday takes a sip of tea. The porcelain can’t hide a tenderish smile, but the unexplainable gleam in his eyes is exposed.

“There is always a shortcut.”

“That doesn’t, um, doom me for eternity?”

“Yes. If I have a say in this, it’s a very delightful one.” And after the next sentence, you know why he’s so engaged in this discussion. “Marrying me.”

…

Sighing, you cross your arms and shake off Sunday’s arm from your shoulder. “I thought you hated liars.”

“Which part of what I said do you consider a lie?”

You ignore him and get up from the sofa, heading towards the big door. Sunday might have changed the look of the place, but the layout always remains the same. Behind that door, you will find a short hall that leads to several other rooms that don’t have Sunday in them and so are preferred.

“I don’t want to talk (to you) anymore, sorry,” you mutter out the apology just to defend yourself if Sunday was going to accuse you of being rude. “I am going to daydream—dreamdream?—about, I guess, men, if I can’t have anyone here. Goodbye.”

You reach for the pair of doors and find them uncharacteristically too heavy. You try to open the door, but just then a big silver chain crosses over their handles, a small lock appears, but you don’t have time to notice the details as you find yourself staring into a plain wall.

“Now, no need to rush,” Sunday purrs, and you turn around to see your beloved doors behind his back. “Would you like to play a round or two with me? I think we could have a wonderful conversation about how to pry the imaginary door locks and who are the people you’ve been thinking about so much.” He smiles. “All with names and examples. There shouldn’t be any secrets between us, isn’t that so?”

#i think i write scenarios better than headcanons hmm #honkai star rail #hsr #sunday #sunday hsr #sunday x reader #yandere sunday #yandere sunday x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #the act

[floralcavern]

I’ve started binge watching The Act. I just finished episode 3…

Um…

Wow.

This is so fucked. The medical system failed this girl. Also, I really feel like her jail sentence should’ve been WAY more lenient considering the context of.. everything.

#tv recommendations #show recommendations #The Act #gypsy rose blanchard

[hollywocd]

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#annasophia robb #annasophia robb icons #icons annasophia robb #girls icons #random icons #twitter icons #The Expecting #dr death #the act #icons #without psd

[what-a-catch-darling]

so surreal to rewatch The Act while also seeing Gypsy post on Instagram

#gypsy rose blanchard #the act #the act hulu #joey king #patricia arquette

[catragilbert]

The Act + Artbreeder

↳  the act, by atetheredmind / @muttpeeta

#thgedit #everlarkedit #fanficedit #thg fanfic #the act #muttpeeta #atetheredmind #my edits* #this doesn't really count as an edit but i'm gonna tag it anyway for convenience #so i recently discovered artbreeder and have been trying to create book and cartoon characters there the way i pictured them #and ofc i was going to eventually bring the act into it #glimmer was surprisingly the hardest one #I'm still not totally satisfied with how she turned out but oh well #prim and madge are also turning out to be kind of difficult

[elinfiernoesahora]

When she looks at this and says sleepy baby in baby voice and giggled my nerves got fucked up

#gypsy rose blanchard #the act #sleepy baby

[scenesandscreens]

The Act, Season One (2019)

Directed by Laure de Clermont-Tonnerre, Adam Arkin, Christina Choe, Steven Piet, Hannah Fidel

#scenesandscreens #the act #Laure de Clermont-Tonnerre #Adam Arkin #Christina Choe #Steven Piet #Hannah Fidel