#Scandal

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Florence Banks (left) and Helen Varina of White Plains, climbed atop parked autos so they could see Peaches Heenan Browning as she came out of the courthouse after filing divorce papers, January 21, 1927. Peaches had married "Daddy" Browning the previous year when she was 15 and he 51. Needless to say, the whole thing caused a scandal.

Photo: Bettmann Archive/Getty Images/Fine Art America

[gradienty]

Brilliant Rose Scandal (#ed4ab4 to #c7f9ed)

[theashenphoenix]

三船敏郎 • 千石規子 // MIFUNE TOSHIRO • SENGOKU NORIKO 醜聞 // Scandal (1950)

[lazyexceptwhencooking]

[dilfgifs]

SCOTT FOLEY Scandal 5.12 "Wild Card"

[filmgifs]

Toshiro Mifune as Ichirō Aoye Scandal (1950) dir. Akira Kurosawa

[lilyflowerhere]

The girls are at it again (making me ship them and then not getting together)

[mortal-maebh]

i knew i recognised that shot from somewhere...

Bridgerton 3x01 // Scandal 2x08

[lobai]

[eriklehnsherryes]

Scandal 1x06 : The Trail

[hotdilfs11]

⊹ ˚. an acquaintance(drabble)

✩pairings: Fitzgerald x fem reader

✩summary: y/n is upset about the relationship between her and the president.

warnings:minor cursing

✩word count: 537

*age gap*

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I yanked my arm from his forceful grip. 

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” I yelled quietly at Fitz, trying to exit the ballroom. Fitzgerald just recently got divorced after one year of us falling in love with each other. I told him I didn’t want to do anything or be with him until he got divorced, and he actually did it for the most part. After his recent divorce, he wanted to make things official between us, but it doesn’t feel that way. He’s scared to be around me, especially in public. He treats me like a friend, an acquaintance that he met on a random fucking Friday afternoon. 

Fitzgerald grabs me again, forcing me to stop in my tracks. “y/n stop!” He whispered, trying not to make a scene. Were inches apart from each other, our faces close to inches away from one another as tension cracked the air and our breaths rigid.

“Let me the fuck go!” I hissed under my breath, looking up into his apologetic eyes, waiting and wanting me to say something else. I yanked my hand away, sending a shockwave through the space between us. Rubbing my semi-sore arm, I walked away and out of the ballroom into the hallway, tears welling up in my eyes. I felt so stupid thinking that he actually wanted me; I couldn’t even bear the thought of it. My eyes started to blur, with tear droplets pouring out of my eyes and down the sides of my cheeks. As I walked down the long hallway of the white house, I heard heavy, fast, and familiar footsteps walk behind me. I started walking faster, but he did too, until he finally caught up to me. His large, rough hands wrapped around my sore arm, yanking me into one of the dining rooms. 

He let go of me as he slowly closed the door to look at me, with his eyebrows furrowed, forming a delicate, trembling bridge of anguish above his eye. His whole body was tensed up as he looked for the right words to come out of his mouth, but they never did. I started walking up to him, trying to get past him and to the door, but he stepped aside. Mockingly, I say, “Mr. President, I wish for you to move aside,” rolling my eyes at him. I moved to his left, but he’s still blocking the door. I gave him a proper smile, fed up with his shit. “Mr. President, I...”

“Don’t pull that shit on me, y/n.” He signed 

“I really don’t know what you're talking about”, I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I’m just acting like how you've been treating me—a friend, an acquaintance. SO! Mr. President, I will be on my way home, yes?” 

He’s still standing in front of the door, gazing into my sorrow-filled eyes. 

“Y/n… you know who you are to me” He tries to grab me but I pull my hand away and held my arm to my body “Don’t!” As a tear rolled down my eye, backing away from him. He saw me crying and took a step forward, lifting his arm up trying to wipe my tears away, I backed away.  

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give me ideas to continue this!

[andythecorsair]

My favourite artist has been cancelled! What do I do??

I think this is the wrong way to address the issue. Rather than cancellation, we need individually to decide how the scandal, statement, or other controversy colours the work we love, and in what shades. For some people, the metatextual knowledge of the artist will be overwhelming, and they won't be able to continue to consume the work. For others, it will just be another thread, however distasteful, on top of the themes and interpretations that were already present in the artist's art. For others still, it will have no effect at all, as they don't inject that commentary into the text at all. All three are equally valid.

There's a fourth group, of course, which is particularly social media prone, who enjoy feeling morally righteous by ceasing to consume the work of people who've been cancelled. I know because I spent a lot of time thinking that way. If you're one of those, I'm sure you'll be tempted to reply, but I'm not talking to you. So we'll leave door number 4 for now.

What I would suggest is that you go back and consume the art that you love and see how much you read the current scandal into it. That will tell you how much you're still able to enjoy the work for what it was to you a month ago. It might be that falling into those old, comforting flows of language or colour of music allows you to put the real world aside as you fall into it. It might well be that it's time to find some other artist who speaks to you in a similar way. Even if you return to that artist's work some day in the future.

Whatever you choose to do, I'd say take a break from the discourse here and on other social media and make your mind up for yourself. Ultimately art is a conversation between the artist and the consumer. Everything else is just noise.

I've put in the tags the artist I was thinking of when I wrote this, but I really do think it applies to any artist; including ones that I personally find loathsome, such as J. K. Rowling or Morrissey. Your relationship with art is your own, and don't let anyone else shout you down.

[theashenphoenix]

三船敏郎 // MIFUNE TOSHIRO 醜聞 // Scandal (1950)

[pinkacademiaprincess]

“I am very good at what I do. I am better than anyone else. And that is not arrogance, that is a fact.” 

“mediocrity is not an option for me.”

“i am not the girl the guy gets at the end of the movie. i am not a fantasy. if you want me, earn me.”

“speaking to me is a privilege. you do not have privileges.”

❥ olivia pope, scandal

[sbrown82]

NOT ZADDY TONY GOLDWYN AT THE DEMOCRATIC NATIONAL CONVENTION?! 👀🥰