That MTV interview with the photographer was a well written piece of propaganda for “Bare with me”, basically saying that love is love, and it is beautiful in all forms. The stuff about Lauren and Lucy was all propaganda to prop up the narrative.
The photographer and the wardrobe lady were only saying what they were advised to say. LIES! (though the wardrobe lady decided to fuck the narrative a bit with the “sisterly and maternal connection”) Management did the same thing with DWTS. Val was advised to lie about when and where he had his first meet up with Normani for DWTS. They had been rehearsing for days before that Houston Rodeo, yet they wanted to push the narrative to the general public that the girls were in on the surprise, and helped introduce Mani to her dance partner. Why? To show how much they support her decision to do her own thing.
My point is, they (management) have no problem getting outside forces, other than the girls, to help sell their narrative. The ladies who did that photo-shoot with Lauren and Lucy are no different. Why have the photographer say what she said? They needed someone, other than Lauren or Lucy, to confirm that Laucy was real, to prove that Camren wasn’t. That one interview killed three birds with one stone. It confirmed Laucy, destroyed Camren, then destroyed Laucy, all at the same damn time. Brilliant actually.
Ahh, what can I say about my little Frenchie? This little light skinned lady has done so much for me and I feel like I can never do enough to thank her for everything. She and my dad had me when they were really young and they’ve both done a bomb ass job raising me but we’re not here to talk about my dad. That’s what Father’s Day is for 😂 My mom constantly drives me crazy with her goofiness and her motherliness but she’s also the reason why I haven’t gone bat shit crazy over the past 21 years. She’s gotten me through a lot of things and I am super grateful. She always has my back and I don’t think I could’ve dreamt of or wished for a greater mom. Thanks for all you’ve done Ara! 💕
Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there, existing and soon-to-be! You all deserve the world today and always 💕
After everyone else had left the lounge Pidge slumps over against the sofa. Their eyes closing tightly against the tears that are threatening to fall. They should have just kept quiet. Would everyone treat them differently now that they know that Pidge is technically a girl?
A small sob came out before they could stop it. They rest their head on their arms to try and hide the tears that now fall down their cheeks like rain. Pidge is so distracted that they don’t even notice when someone else entered the room.
“Hey Pidge, have you see- Pidge?” Lance cuts off midsentence, his face scrunched up in concern.
Pidge curls up into a ball and tries to just ignore him. Hopefully Lance will get the message and leave them alone.
‘Apparently not.’ they think as they hear Lance jump over the couch to land beside them. His warm hand rests on their shoulder as a comforting gesture.
“Hey Pidge, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Did Keith say something to you? That no good pie-”
“No Lance. He didn’t say anything. It’s fine.” Pidge says as they sit up and begin wiping away at their glasses. “Everything is fine.”
Lance shakes his head in denial, his lips pursing before he lets out a sigh. “Pidge, everything is obviously not alright. You can talk to me, and if not me then Shiro. It’s not healthy to keep everything locked inside all the time.”
Pidge scoffs at this. “Like you have any room to talk! When was the last time you talked to anyone about anything? You’re the only on eon the ship who’s always 'cheerful’ and I know that’s complete bs." They angrily jerk their shoulder out of Lance’s grip.
Lance leans back against the couch and looks at them with a hurt expression. Pidge looks down ashamed. They shouldn’t have been so cruel to Lance. He’s only trying to help.
"I’m sorry Lance, that wasn-” Lance’s voice stops Pidge in their tracks.
“You’re right. I haven’t talked to anyone. I know I should but, I just feel like everyone would be annoyed. They think I’m just some egotistical jerk who wants to make everything about me. I can’t tell them anything. They’d just laugh at me.”
“Lance…” Pidge’s voice is disbelieving. “They wouldn’t laugh at you! Who would do that?”
“They would. Trust me. No one ever takes the kid who constantly jokes seriously when he says that he has anxiety, or that he feels he’s not needed. Anyone that I’ve ever tried talking to just laughs at me. Even my own parents. I’m just a joke.”
Silence falls over the room as Lance curls in on himself, waiting for the moment when Pidge starts to laugh.
“I… I’m afraid that now that everyone knows I’m technically a girl, they’ll stop taking me seriously. I won’t be allowed to fight anymore or try and find my family. I’m afraid that Keith, Shiro, and Hunk won’t want to hang out with me anymore because I’m a girl.”
“Pidge. That won’t happen. You’re amazing. You’re probably the smartest person on this team, and you’re super fun to hang out with. If anyone ever tries to treat you badly because you’re a girl, then they can deal with me!” Lance’s voice is so passionate that Pidge can’t help but to smile.
“Thanks Lance. That means a lot. And you can come talk to me anytime that you want. I’ll never laugh at you. You’re important to me, you remind me of Matt in a way.”
Pidge pretends not to notice when Lance wipes away a tear.
“C'mere” He says, opening his arms wide. Pidge smiles and crawls over to hug him. Everything will be okay now.
The next morning Coran finds them fast asleep. Still cuddling together by the couches. He smiles his first real smile since the fall of Altea.
-Hey guys! Please let me know what you think! This was requested by an anon, but I decided to turn it into something for Lance week! I hope you liked it! *hugs*
Prompt: Imagine reuniting with your Father, Carlisle, after decades and meeting Jasper, your mate, for the first time.
You take many unnecessary deep breaths as you
enter the small town of Forks. The unfamiliarity of the rain only adds to the
tension you know is only a figment of your imagination what with the fact that
your nerves have been frozen for a very long time. You know it’s silly that you’re
nervous. He’s your Father, and it’s not like he doesn’t write to you often asking you to come and visit so turning up uninvited won’t upset him too much,
if at all. You glance at the map sprawled across the passenger seat out of habit
and make your way through, up and out of town, taking you
towards the highway. You can hear as well as smell the household of vampires,
including your Father, as you turn in and take a one way road. You hear a
Here it is! One day early! I have been working on it and I feel like it’s way better than the first part, although be sure that the story isn’t over yet and that there are a lot more parts coming up!
It was here: the
Graduation dance was merely a month away, so close, yet so far away. Every 7th
year was looking forward to it, and so was (Y/N) Lawson. Although she was definitely
one of the most wanted girls in her year, her four best friends scared away
nearly every boy that wanted to ask her to the dance, until, Thomas Smith, probably
the hottest boy in her year, right after Sirius Black of course, set is eyes on
*This is the surprise imagine that is well over 2,000 words!*
“Can you tell us a story about your son, Connor?” a fan asks.
I nod, “Okay so, if you didn’t know I have a son. His name is Connor and he’s five and three quarters as he likes to remind me.”
People in the audience laugh as I roll my eyes fondly.
“Okay.” I think, “Um. Last week when I got home from filming it was about 9:30 pm and he goes to bed usually around 7. So when I come home I always go into his room wake him up and talk to him for about 30 minutes. Well last week when I got home he told me that he lost a tooth. And that’s a big deal. It’s his first tooth. So, he showed me and everything. So, I told him okay put it under your pillow that way the tooth fairy can get it and bring you something special in the morning.” I pause looking at the sea of fans in front of me. “So he did. So, the next morning I’m in the kitchen making breakfast. And he comes in upset. I asked him what was wrong and he tells me that the tooth fairy gave him five dollars. Now I’m trying to figure out what’s wrong with that when he goes on to say that all of his friends who had lost a tooth had gotten one dollar and that it wasn’t fair that he got five. So, I tell him that the tooth fairy made a mistake and she didn’t mean to. He has the five dollars in his hand and goes mommy can I have a dollar. I tell him yes and then I ask why. And he says that even though the tooth fairy made a mistake it wouldn’t be fair to his friends so he wants me to have the five dollars and have me give him one dollar. I have never been so proud.”
All the fans ‘aww’ at the story. A large grin on my face.
I stand up from where I’m sitting, “I know, I know. Adorable little munchkin isn’t he. So, next question.” I point to a guy sitting in the fifth row with his hand up, “How about you?”
“Hi, my names Oliver. I was wondering who watches Connor or what his schedule is when you are filming?”
I smile, “Hi, Oliver. I love all the questions about my kid. I think we should talk about that for the next thirty minutes until Rob and Rich join us. Well luckily I get to take him to school. So he’s at school and then he takes the bus home to Vicki’s, Misha’s wife, since West and him are good friends and so are Vicki and I. Then about an hour or two later Rob goes and gets him and stays with him until I get home, usually that’s how things work. Which is nice because Rob, Vicki and me all live in the same neighborhood. So, it’s easy to get things taken care of. When Rob is in LA or filming usually Vicki has him or a babysitter until I get home.” I sit back down, taking a drink of water. Leaving out the fact the Rob doesn’t leave the house after I come home, he stays there. Where he’s lived for over a year.
I pick another person to ask a question.
“Hi.” I wave.
“I first want to say that I love your character, Ashley on ‘Supernatural’. My question is what is it like having a kid at such a young age?”
I laugh, “well I’m not that young. I’m 33. If you want to talk young ask Osric. Because everyone but Misha and Mark are in their thirties or lower. Rob just turned 39. He’s getting up there.” I joke with everyone. “I was twenty-eight when I had, Connor. So, once again not that young. It was hard because I was by myself. So, it was hard and it still is. I don’t regret having Connor. It’s definitely the hardest thing I have ever done though. Being a mom that is.”
A staff member picks a fan this time.
“Does Connor ever get to see his dad?” The fan asks.
I freeze for a moment before answering, “Sadly, no. Connor’s dad was in the army and before that he worked with my dad. I was with Connor’s dad for a few months and we broke up because he was about to leave. So, I found out four months after he had left that he died in combat and then two weeks later I found out I was pregnant. Sadly, Connor will never get to meet the amazing person who his father was.”
I pick another fan to answer a question.
“First I just want to say I’m sorry. And I was wondering if you would play Fuck, Marry, Kill?”
I look at my phone, “Hold on for like a minute because Rob and Rich are going to be joining me and then all three of us will play. How does that sound?” The whole crowd cheers. “Now one more question from the guy in the black, seventh no tenth row. I’m blind!” The fans laugh.
“Hi. Excuse my blindness.” I say to the guy.
He laughs, “It’s fine. I was wondering how it feels to go from being in three episodes to a series regular. Or more regular than Mark Sheppard at least.”
I laugh, “I don’t have my wallet. Thank you for that. It feels great. I was expecting to die. I still am truthfully. But, it’s amazing. Not only that I already knew some of the cast beforehand. So, it’s amazing. I think that is my favorite word.”
The guy laughs sitting down.
I look behind me to see that Richard and Rob haven’t shown up yet.
“Okay.” I sigh. “Looks like I can take one more question.” I point to someone further in the back.
“Hi, Y/N. I was wondering if you have any future projects coming up.”
“Hello, sweetheart. I do have a few. I’m allowed to talk about some of them too. So, while someone is hunting down Rob and Rich, I will tell you about them. First I will be starting a YouTube channel that’s going to have a lot behind scene stuff and when I’m not filming, my kiddo. Another project that I’m allowed to talk about is ‘The Walking Dead’.”
The crowd screams.
“Yes, that is right I get to be on ‘The Walking Dead’. I’m not suppose to say anything about my character except for this, Negan.”
The crowd screams again.
“Awesome you got them hyped up for us.” Rich says sitting down next to me, surprising me.
“Actually I was talking about ‘The Walking Dead’.” I tell him, the crowd laughs.
I look over to see Rob sit on the other side of me, he gives me a soft smile before looking at the crowd. “Hey guys! I hope you have some questions for us.”
“Hold on. I heard something backstage about Fuck, Marry, Kill. That’s what I want to do first.” Rich says.
The girl from before stands up again, “Hi so the options are Misha, Jensen, Jared.”
I laugh at the looks on Rob and Rich’s faces. “Hi. I already know. Kill Jared, fuck Jensen, and marry Misha. I would get to also marry Vicki if I marry Misha so that’s a benefit.”
“Why kill Jared?” Rob asks.
“I’ve heard to much about his sex life. I know to much, nothing would be a surprise. Jensen I’ve heard a few details same with Misha. Leaves more mystery for how they are.”
Rich shrugs, “Makes sense. And I have to agree with you, Y/N. Not exactly with your reasons but I agree.”
“Rob?” I ask.
“I’m in shock. But, I’m going to say kill Misha, fuck Jensen, and marry Jared.” Rob says.
“Anyone else got a round of FMK for us?” Rich asks. A few hands shoot up. “You in the blue dress. What are our options.”
“Rob, Rich, and Y/N.” The fan tells us. Handing the mic back to a helper before we can question her.
“Well then. That is interesting.” Rich says.
“No shit.” I say to him.
“Does anyone know their answer?” Rob asks.
I shake my head no, lying. I definitely know who I want to marry.
“I do. I will fuck Y/N, marry Rob, and kill myself after doing both.” Rich tells everyone.
“I’m sorry, Rich. I feel bad now. Because I’m going to kill you, fuck myself and marry Y/N.” Rob says, getting cheers from the fans.
“There’s a term that goes everybody wants to fuck themselves, so I think you know one of my answers. I’m going to kill Rich,” I pause to laugh. “Fuck myself and marry Rob. He practically lives me with anyway.” Well he does live with me but you guys don’t need to know that.
“Wow! My best friends just killed me so they could have each other. I don’t know whether to cry or laugh. I’ll do a bit of both when I’m going to sleep tonight, alone.” The crowd giggles at Rich’s answer.
“Alone? Is that what you call -” The rest of my answer is cut off by Rich’s hand over my mouth.
“You aren’t allowed to finish that.” He takes away his hand.
“Yes dad.” I say, sticking my tongue out at Rich.
“Okay. Anyone have a question?” Rob asks, ignoring us.
I lean my head against Rob’s shoulder, giving him a small smile when he looks at me. I turn to the fans and see one standing up, a nervous look on her face. I take my head off his shoulder. “Hi, sweetheart. How are you?”
“I’m good. You?” She stutters out.
I smile, “I’m doing fine. What’s your question?”
“My question is actually for you. I was wondering where Connor is right now.”
“I can answer this one!” Rob yells.
“Me too!” Rich yells, getting laughs from the fans and me.
“I will answer the question. Connor is currently hanging out with Uncle Misha. He was very happy when I told him that he got Uncle Misha to himself for two hours long.” My eyes on the girl who asked the question.
“Before we came out here. We were hanging out with Connor and Misha. I have to tell you. They are playing a really intense game of monopoly.” Rich laughs.
Rob nods along with what Rich is saying. “I think Misha was getting ready to throw the board across the room.”
Suddenly I feel something wrap around my legs. I look down and see Connor, his blue eyes staring at me. The ones from his father. A dopey smile on his face.
“Mommy! Mommy! I beat Uncle Misha. He lost all of us his money and now he’s after me.” Connor explains, out of breath into my microphone.
I’m about to pull him into my lap when Rob beats me to it. A habit he hasn’t been able to break since Connor fell in love with Rob and vice versa. Setting Connor on his own lap. “So you won?” I ask him.
Connor nods, speaking into Rob’s microphone. “Yep. I kept on putting hotels on things and he kept on landing on them.”
I laugh, “Your uncle is horrible at monopoly and he knows it. It’s his own fault for playing that game.”
“Should we go beat up Uncle Misha?” Rick asks Connor.
Connor jumps out of Rob’s lap, “NO! That’s not nice. You’ll get in trouble. Mommy will ground you and take away cookies.”
Rob and me laugh at Rich’s face.
“Not the cookies!” Rich looks at me.
“That was Rob. That was all him. And I think he did it more for himself than anything. But, I will ground you.” I laugh, remembering that day.
I had just came home from shooting, earlier than usual. Rob was sitting on the couch, his head in his hands, shoulders slumped.
“Rob what happened?” I ask, my eyes scanning the room. Looking for anything out of place. I sit next to him.
He lifts his head up. Giving me a sad smile. “Connor hit a little boy at the park. And I didn’t mean to but I got mad at him. I didn’t yell but, I wasn’t very nice. I’m sorry, Y/N. You trust me enough with your son and I just screwed up!” he mutters, angry.
“Rob.” I chuckle. “It’s okay that you got mad. I’m mad. The one thing I’m happy about is that you didn’t yell at him. That would’ve made the situation worse. I still trust you and he’s grounded. You can decide another punishment for him to.”
“Really?” He asks.
“Yeah. Now why did he hit a little boy?” I ask, surprised by my sons behavior.
“Well he wasn’t really little. He’s older than Connor. The kid said something to Connor about not having a dad. Connor got angry and well punched the kid.”
I sigh, “I had a fun day planned out. Now, it’s mostly ruined.”
“Mostly.” I whisper, a smile playing on the both of our lips. Pressing my lips to his.
Connor nods with everything I’m saying.
“Okay. It might of been for my own needs that I took the cookies away. But, your mom grounded you.” Rob says to Connor.
“I’m fine with the grounding I deserved that. But, Dad you took cookies away. And not just any cookies, mom’s candy cookies. No one deserves that punishment.” Connor tells Rob.
I stop breathing. The word ‘dad’ slips out of his mouth like he says it everyday. Everytime he sees Rob. He’s never called Rob that. Not once in the two years Rob and me had been together. The word had not once escaped from his mouth.
I look at Rob in shock. Taking in everything displayed on his face. The joy and shock. The tears in his eyes as he sinks onto the floor, pulling Connor into his arms and just holding him there. I see from the corner of my eye Rich trying to help the stagehands close the curtains so the fans won’t see us. I hear a stagehand yell to him that the microphones have been turned off, as well as the fans screaming, right as I also sink to the floor.
Burying my head into Rob’s chest and holding Connor to the both of us. Rob’s arms wrapped around the both of us tightly. I can feel him crying into my hair as I try to hold back tears but fail.
I press my lips to Connor’s forehead. “I love you so much.” I release Connor from my grip, scooting away to give Rob and Connor a moment.
Rob kisses Connor on the forehead, the same place I did. “Connor, I love you.”
Please could you do something where the reader is married to Tommy but they have a bad fight and she storms off. She doesn’t come back hours later and Tommy is worried and sends everyone out to look for her. Arthur finds her passed out somewhere, panics, and can’t wake her up, so he carries her back to Tommy and Tommy looks after her until she wakes up.
Things between you and Tommy hadn’t been the same since Grace had arrived in Small Heath. In all fairness, you had barely spoken two words to her so you couldn’t say that you hated her. However, the way that she acted around Tommy was enough to make you feel some negative feelings towards her. The way that she would wrap her arms around Tommy’s neck, or whisper things in his ear made you feel sick. It was obvious that she had feelings for Tommy and sometimes, you thought that maybe Tommy felt the same way. He wouldn’t tell her to back off when she got close to him and instead let her flirt with him.
I HEAR A SOUND IN MY MIND / BRAND NEW SOUND IN MY MIND
In the “Green Light” video, Lorde is a girl alone in an empty city. This is not an uncommon motif in the pop music video, girl alone in the city at night. Alone in the club bathroom, alone in the street. The details of this solitude: the pink dress, her glossy eyelids, her arm reaching out the open car window. I hear a sound in my mind, a brand new sound in my mind. Next shot: dancing on top of a car, the light red. I whisper things, the city sings them back to you. Girl in the city alone at night is also girl surrounded by song. Later in the video we see Ella put her headphones in.
“Your Type” - Carly Rae Jepsen (also a girl alone at night)
This song is so good to sing along to, really it is. I listen to it on my car while driving down the highway too fast. I listen to it on my headphones while cooking breakfast. It makes me happy. Even so, though - it always feels like the words might get stuck in my throat. Like I might choke on it. Honey
I’ll be seeing you wherever I go. Honey I’ll be seeing you down every road. A
pause, here. The first ecstatic shriek: I’M WAITING FOR IT / THAT GREEN LIGHT /
I WANT IT and then, again, Honey I’ll
come get my things but I can’t let go. The near-apocalyptic glee of the chorus pushed right up against the yearning.I can’t stop thinking about how the word “honey” sometimes drops down into the very lowest part of her register, more like a swallow.
It is important, I think, that “Green Light” is not really a catharsis. It dwells. In “Green Light” we sit with a kind of grief that makes no promises of cleanliness, of sterility. Grief that’s sticky-sweet (honey, honey, honey). It rots. This single phrase repeated over and over: Honey I’ll come get my things. You go back. You pick your stuff up. Maybe it’s already in a box. Maybe you go inside and put the things you remember are yours in a bag, do the work of slowly, finally disentangling your life from somebody else’s. That’s awful! It’s awful. Even in the act of tearing yourself away you have to go back at least once, and in this song she repeats that return so many times, over and over. I’ll come get my things. I wish I could get my things. It’s horrific, we’re delirious with it. Still, this song is so happy. Enormous and ecstatic and solitary and happy. Pure Heroine was always filled with other people - friends, a team, a “we”, a “them”. The “you” in “Green Light” is really only there to remind us how solitary this song really is. Girl alone in a pretty dress and lip gloss in the middle of the night, not getting over it, a joyous shriek into the void I’M WAITING FOR IT THAT GREEN LIGHT I WANT IT.
Green Light”, at least, introduces us to the soft ugly yearning that seeps through the rest of the album. Even the awkward metaphor about great
whites and their teeth seems to be in service of this bruised wanting. She should talk about teeth all the time. Neon bright
in a chorus of a thousand ecstatic Lorde voices: You thought that
you would always be in love / but you’re not in love no more!!!! Everything ugly also glimmers in the light.
A/N: Part two of “Stuck to this Corner Like a Streetlight!” I loved writing this one, so I hope you enjoy reading it just as much. With that being said, I present to you, “Life Doesn’t Hesitate!” And before you say it, I KNOW THE LYRIC IS “LIFE DOESN’T DISCRIMINATE” BUT I “LIFE DOESN’T HESITATE” SOUNDS SO MUCH BETTER AND IT FITS THIS BETTER.
Pairing: Lin x reader
Summary: You bake cupcakes for Lin’s opening nights and he gives you tickets to the show. It’s enough until it isn’t.
July 29, 2015 “So,” Lin began, snapping you out of your daze. “can you do it?”
You looked down at the soft, velvet box in his hand then at the bright, optimistic smile on his face. You wanted to cry.
“Of course!” you told him with fake enthusiasm. “When were you thinking of proposing?”
“Sunday over dinner,” he told you, “I have it all planned out! I’m going to get us a private table at her favorite restaurant with dimmed lights and candles. Then, when she wants to order dessert, I’m gonna make up some excuse and tell her I want to save money or something. Then, I’m going to give her the cupcake and BAM! RING!”
You giggled at his enthusiasm; he’s just so damn cute when he’s excited.
I adore the Slytherin in Isak I really do. But please don’t pretend he’s innocent and pure and would never do anything to hurt a fly when we’ve got 3 seasons worth of him being the exact opposite of that…
Like the reason he isn’t a bad person is that he does apologize for some of the shit he did when he hurt someone, bu he did so after he was caught not before that.
Like I don’t understand why you all pretend like Isak isn’t fake himself in so many ways? He legit led 2 girls on before he came out. It doesn’t make him a bad person but he’s not exactly Saint Isak either?
So when you say I wish Sana wouldn’t do this to my pure Isak, you’re erasing his past, assuming judgment on who’s deserving of revenge and cruel treatment, and magnifying Sana’s mistakes to minimize Isak’s.
“I want to show the ballet world it’s possible to do all these things and not be rail-thin or have blond hair,” Misty Copeland told Self Magazine last year. “I feel like I’m representing not just the little brown girls but all African-American dancers who have come before me who were never promoted because of the color of their skin.”
In 2015, Misty Copeland became the first black woman to achieve the status of principal dancer at the American Ballet Theater. But as many of our own readers have pointed out in emails and comments addressed to HuffPost Arts & Culture since, Copeland was not the first woman of color to succeed in a dance world historically filled with white, lithe bodies. Before her, for example, there’s Raven Wilkinson, one of the first African-American ballerinas permitted to join a ballet company in the 1950s. And cousins Janet Collins and Carmen de Lavallade, who were some of the first principal dancers of color with the Metropolitan Opera.
In response to Copeland’s shoutout to the dancers of color who came before her, we reached out to Brown Girls Do Ballet, a start-up organization devoted to addressing diversity in ballet programs, to ask young dancers in their network to spotlight some of the role models inspiring them. In four beautiful responses, aspiring ballerinas Shalom Johnson, Amelya Rivera, Olivia Winston, and Amirah Muhammad celebrated eight dancers who motivate them in their own careers.
What’s weird about people who think trans girls are lesbian fetishists or whatever is like, before I came out or even accepted that I was a woman I wasn’t like super “into” lesbians or anything i just liked girls in general… like… I like lesbians because I am one not because I fetishize them…..