#montecito

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I feel like many of you don't know Cherry Jones has been married to Swiss director Sophie Huber since 2015 (who is also numerous years younger like her wife in Hacks S05E07).

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Saw someone use the word, "queerbaiting" to describe the latest episode of Hacks (Montecito), and I'm not just putting that word on a high shelf now, I'm loading it up into a cannon and firing it into the fucking sun until we can learn that words have meanings again.

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620 Stone Meadow Lane, Montecito, California, USA,

Designed by Manuel Cervantes in collaboration with Plus Development,

Interiors furnished by Corinne Mathern.

[melike-monstor]

Hacks 5x07 is actually so fucking good. I gotta admit i didn't have faith and I was afraid they were going to mock the avorah shippers, as many other tv shows have done to their own fandoms, but damn! On the contrary! Hacks addressed avorah in the most decent and respectful way i could ever imagine. They really done them right 🥲

Mostly I think due to the fact that the episode is true and honest to the bone. Like. The only thing Ava had to invent (allegedly) was the graphic details of their sexual life. Everything else that was talked about was literally what had happened. I'll repeat: to pretend to be in a fake relationship all they had to do was behave like they normally behave, only with Ava being a touch more all over Deborah than usual. A smidge more. And the that's like the point the episode is making, in big bold letters.

Ava calls Damien and he's like "nope", because everyone who's ever been in the room with them has felt like a third wheel. They might not be a couple (allegedly), but they're an item. That, admittedly, can be a real mindfuck to witness. At least Damien is paid to do so.

They are undoubtedly soulmates. They truly love each other. In the way that's rightfully incomprehensible to anyone but them, while they are remarkably blind to the way they look from the outside.

I also think that when Deborah says Ava is her voice she means it like in a physical way, you know?

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Alice Erving House Aka "Glass Tent House," (1949–51),

650 San Ysidro Rd, Montecito, CA 93108, USA,

Lutah Maria Riggs Architect and Arvin B. Shaw III,

Miss  Riggs was the first licensed female architect in Santa Barbara, and the first woman in California to be named a Fellow of the American Institute of Architects.

Landscape architect Thomas Church

Restauration by Blackbird Architects Inc & Landscape architect Susan Van Atta.

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Adam Levine and Behati Prinsloo have listed their Montecito Estate for $65 million (click for more pictures)

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An entrance hall scene

"Deborah, there is no way in hell. Forget it. I'm not doing it." Ava's panicked voice echoed up into the entrance hall of the mansion, completely shattering the quiet of the early morning.

"Please! It means everything to me. I need that dress," Deborah yelled, shooting her a wildly pleading look.

"Find another way to get it! Not this!" Ava said, her voice pitching up in genuine panic. "I cannot pretend we are a couple."

"We will go calmly and nicely, we will talk our usual shit, have a drink, eat dinner, and poof, the next morning we leave with the dress. It is not a big deal, Avaa." Deborah pleaded again.

"Deborah, I can't! I am attracted to women, you know! And you are a woman. And a very attractive one. I am not as cool about this as you are. For you, it's a blip. For me, it is decidedly not."

"Oh, come on. Stop with this nonsense. I am a seventy-year-old woman, you sound like you're being forced to date a Victoria's Secret model."

Ava let out a sharp, hysterical laugh. "Seventy years old, sure. As if your face wasn't sculpted by the gods and you don't have legs that are two meters long. No thank you. The absolute last thing I need is to find out what your lips taste like. Nope. No, thank you."

"Who said anything about kissing? Will you stop obsessing over that thought?"

"That is what couples do, De-bo-rah! They hold hands. They put their arms around each other. They kiiiiss," Ava dragged the word out like a curse. "They sleep in the same bed. At night. The fantasy that we are going to go there and somehow manage not to touch each other for two days is completely ludicrous."

"Okay, so what?" Deborah countered smoothly, not missing a beat. "What happens if we kiss, and hold hands, and sleep in the same bed? Big deal. Why are you making such a massive deal out of this? Who cares?"

Ava's brain immediately short-circuited. "Gjdlsd fu— ahnggng..jjjj" she sputtered, the syllables muffled in a completely incoherent smear as she flailed her arms in the air like a deranged mime. "Jst... I just.. ffhhgns—"

"What? Words escape you? Finally" Deborah said dryly. "Pack your bag and get your ass in the car. We are leaving in an hour. Chop chop."

She delivered the final command having already turned her back to head toward the stairs, leaving Ava completely oblivious to the deeply triumphant, mischievous smirk of a woman who had just flawlessly executed the best of traps.