Fans went wild after Cheryl’s hairstylist Dayaruci shared a snap of a baby clutching his hand - fuelling speculation as to whether it was her child.
And elsewhere, Liam Payne, 23, couldn’t resist gushing about his newborn, as he took time to speak to fans outside of a restaurant in Los Angeles on Tuesday. ‘He’s great, he’s good. I love him and I miss him a lot,’ the One Direction star, who is currently working on new music on the west coast, reportedly told a fan.
Liam’s gushing comments over his new bundle of joy was made during his outing to Beauty & Essex restaurant in Hollywood. The British hunk looked incredible as he displayed his extravagant body art in a silk bomber jacket and skinny jeans.
After months of swirling pregnancy rumours, Liam and Cheryl confirmed the birth of their son on Saturday 25 March with a sweet Instagram of him cradling the tot.
And now fans are eager to catch a glimpse of the new arrival, which caused them to melt down as they took to social media to question the identity of the infant uploaded onto Instagram by hair stylist, Dayaruci.
Cheryl’s mane expert wrote 'Sweetest’ across the snap of the child in a baby carrier, adding some Easter themed emojis.
The image has since been reposted by several fan accounts, with followers commenting in their droves about whether the picture could be of Cheryl’s child.
Fans shared, 'Is this baby Liam and Cheryl’s son?’, and 'So, it is real?’ and 'OMG! I’m so looking forward to seeing your face.'
The star opted for an unusual jumper for his latest social media post, which appeared to be printed with the images of cartoon pirates and monsters all over. Sweeping his hair to one side, the new dad then appeared to grab onto his the middle of his trousers as he smouldered for the camera.
Clearly feeling fierce as he posed in his bathroom, he captioned the shot for fans with the alluring words: 'Gucci on my…’
One fan posted: 'That’s not their baby. It can’t be. It looks too big to be their baby who was just born.'
A representative for Cheryl has confirmed the child is not theirs.
Meanwhile, Liam has been sharing a number of edgy selfies to his Instagram page over the last week. The One Direction star, 23, clad himself in a baggy sports hoodie for a brooding snap on Saturday - which saw him pose in the mirror with his hand clutching his crotch.
Perhaps experimenting with a new look now he has become a changed man as a father, Liam has shared a number of grungy selfies for fans this week.
In another snap posted on Friday, the star powerfully stared down the camera from the comfort of his car, with his hair coiffed high above his head.
Meanwhile on Wednesday, the Wolverhampton native appeared to channel his inner Ali G as he posed in a varsity jacket, beanie and his beloved gold chain. Pulling the hat across his face, to flash a chunky watch to fans, the singer wrote playfully beside the image: 'Mask off ayy’
Liam has been displaying a grungier look as of late - just three weeks after the birth of his first child with girlfriend Cheryl, 33.
The Promise This singer had gushed beside the image: 'On Wednesday 22nd March Liam and I became parents to an incredibly beautiful, healthy baby boy, weighing 7lb 9 and looking like a dream. Although he still doesn’t have a name he is already stealing hearts. We are all madly in love and overwhelmingly happy with our little arrival. Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers around the world. A day that now has a different meaning to me forever.’
Liam then took to his own Instagram to share the same snap, writing a touching tribute to Cheryl beside the same candid image. 'My close friends and family know there are very few times when I’m left speechless… wow! I’m incredibly happy to welcome our new baby boy into the world, it’s a moment that I will never forget for the rest of my life and my favourite memory I have so far. I’m completely in awe of his incredible mother and how she has been the whole way through this, she’s really made my dreams come true. We haven’t named him yet but he’s already capturing hearts including mine. I feel very blessed.’
Liam and Cheryl first met on the X Factor in 2008 when he was auditioning at the tender age of 14 while she was a judge - before embarking on a romance at the start of last year.
I love candid photos. I love the pictures that are snapped in the middle of a moment. Posed photos are beautiful, but to me a candid picture can bring the moment alive every time you look at it. And maybe everyone in the photo doesn’t look perfect but the photo just feels so real and the energy still breathing and pulsing. Like a fragment of time that’s been preserved forever.
(1/6) as a kl shipper, i wanna say from the bottom of my heart: thank you thank you thank you. so many times i've wanted to shout stuff like "why do yall hate k/eith so much" and "you guys never cared abt s/hiro or a/llura, let alone s/hallura" and "why do you want so bad for this writer/artist to be a p/dophile godDAMN" like, holy shit. u beautiful salty jem of a pearl at the bottom of this tumultuous fandom ocean. -
- (2/6) even your blog title is golden, bc it feels like so many people are so deluded, trying to make a ship, something you’re supposed to sit back and enjoy, into a sort of spiteful activist bullshit-filled “movement” like what??? and telling folks to unfollow if they ship s/haladin bc they’re “cleaning out they’re blog”, like, fuck off??? sorry but here’s a salt-filled rant and i don’t know where else to put it so here! -
- (3/6) side note, i’m rly trying to get across to you that i’m NOT being sarcastic abt how much i want you to keep doing your thing, bc now they’re trying to tackle RACISM. in grosser and grosser ways every day! calling some of the only asian rep i see in media “white-passing” and saying that l/ance can’t have a last name that isn’t 1000% authentically cuban, whatever that means, buncha hypocritical racists. i have never been so angry and ashamed of a fandom. -
- (4/6) it’s gotten to the point where i, someone who ships kl and NOT sk (just my personal tastes), am rly happy to see any sk on my dash bc that poster must have been so brave! to post something as simple as sk hugging or smooching or whateverthefuck, i don’t care! you do you! fuck all these nasty haters, THEY’RE the toxic ones who just want someone to hate! yall deserve props! -
- (5/6) also, my compliments to the chef regarding that pining k/eith theory, it’s So Good, like i ghostwrote it somehow. the whole “projecting onto l/ance” thing (which is being done to a painful degree, i can testify) tries so hard to remove or overvalidate his flaws that it’s laughable. making lance into an insecure martyr angst-sponge hybrid with no agency and no room for personal growth, it’s sooo bad. -
- (6/6) and villainizing everyone else! reminds me of that jaden smith tweet: “when i die, then you will realize” shit he wrote when he was like 14. transparent af, like we get it, you’re insecure. and sometimes i WANT to hop aboard the black paladin lance train, but it’s always this idealized version of him that’s almost unrecognizable, and it’s at the expense of better black paladin candidates. goddamn ok, that was all my salt for the time being! much love, thank you and goodnight!
This is one of those asks that I’d love to keep in my inbox forever, but I’ve spent the last three days trying to come up with a response because you deserve one.
I think we’re all aware that tumblr is an explictly shitty place when it comes to “activism”. There’s this black-white-mentality that anything and anyone needs to be put in a box based on whether they agree with someone’s world views. Everything needs to conform to a specific label too, fiction is only allowed to be healthy, you condone what you enjoy etc., and the #1 argument by people on this site, also widely used by antis, is “Think about the children” but also “Expect everyone else to take care of you”.
People actively go into tags of pairings they hate and then yell about how triggered they are. Really? I’ve been repeatedly told to kill myself because I liked something they didn’t (and I’m talking about my 99.5% discourse-free main blog, not this one where I passively seek out conflict). You either conform to the popular way of thinking (shipping, in this case) or you’re irredeemable trash and a threat to the public. Any shit you get over having your own opinion will be justified because you deserve to be punished for thinking on your own. Tumblr mentality is the modern equivalent to medieval politics.
Fandom always has a terrible side - I know - but the Vo/tron fandom has become a place where people tear each other down rather than block the content they don’t want to see. Converting people to one’s own thinking has becume such an essential part of “activism” to the point where people forming their own opinions and learning about an issue on their own pose a threat.
In the Vo/tron fandom you see this toxic mentality with K/ance, rabid L/ance stans, anti Sha/adins and so on. You said everything I’ve been trying to say since I made this blog, and it saddens me that people can only safely voice their opinions and concerns when hidden behind the Anon feature.
Fandom isn’t always fun, but the Voltron fandom has become a place where people are too scared of posting their art or speaking up because they’ll legit receive death threats over liking a fictional ship. I don’t know if I’m doing a good job at pushing back against the anti side or if I’m just making it worse at this point. But salt, spite and messages like yours keep me going.
the nostalgic yet lighthearted manner in which Taylor voices the line “I do remember the swing of your step, the life of the party, you’re showing off again” so beautifully reminisces on the more candid, magical moments in time, whilst still holding such poignance; much like capturing a blurry photograph of someone on film as they’re laughing too hard and smiling too much to notice, then being able to physically hold onto that memory forever.
How does it feel to know that people like you were by and large the reason that Trump got elected?
yes, has nothing to do with the economic depression and total despair in the american industrial heartland in the face of changing economic realities and free trade deals that drain their communities of work and condemn it to forever irrelevance in the eyes of the two big tent parties that only come by and pretend to care during election season. or occupy wallstreet minded young democrats being totally demoralized by a friend of the big banks along with the party they supported crushing the ever loving fuck out of their progressive populist candidate in spectacularly plutocratic manner, but certainly in the rust belt, where most struggling families were wary of Clinton’s favourability toward the TPP and embraced Sanders’ efforts to protect american workers before all else.
1. Effectively 77,759 votes in three states (WI/PA/MI) determined the Presidency: Republican presidential nominee Donald Trump
22,748 votes in WI, 0.7 of a point (3rd party candidates received: 188,330)
44,307 votes in PA, 0.7 of a point, (3rd party candidates received: 218,228)
10,704 votes in MI, 0.2 of a point (3rd party candidates received: 250,902 votes)
2. Just three counties – Macomb County, MI; York County, PA and
Waukesha County, WI – elected Donald Trump. If those three counties had
cast zero votes, Trump would have lost all three states and the
election. By the same logic, just three counties re-elected President
Obama in 2012: Miami-Dade County, FL; Cuyahoga County, OH and
This image is god as far as i care, because no amount of shitposting on the internet wouldve mattered, because these states and their economic misfortune determined the election, not cynical coastal bitches like me on the internet
Victoria Beckham’s letter to her 18 years old self.
I know you are struggling right now. You are not the prettiest, or the thinnest, or the best at dancing at the Laine Theatre Arts college. You have never properly fitted in, although you are sharing your Surrey school digs with really nice girls. You have bad acne. You think the principal has put you at the back of the end-of-year show (in a humiliatingly bright purple Lycra leotard) because you are too plump to go at the front. (This may or may not be true.)
There is a red telephone box outside the school and you have just rung your parents, crying, “I can’t do this, I miss home, I’m not good enough.” And Mum has told you to come home. “We’ll go to Lakeside and buy a new pair of shoes,” she said. It’s tempting. But then Dad got on the phone: “Stay there, prove everyone wrong.” If you’d listened to Mum, you would be going to Lakeside. (Shoes are important, just not right now.) It would be theeasy solution. And I’m writing to jolly you along, to offer consolation and encouragement, and to tell you, aged 18, to be strong.
You haven’t forgotten being bullied at school, have you? Do you recall that first day at secondary school? Most children were wearing their own coats and had the latest cool bag, but not you. Kitted out in the full St Mary’s High School uniform, you stood in the freezing playground while other teenagers walking past threw soggy tissues and old Coke cans that they plucked from the puddles. But the thick skin that you developed then is already standing you in good stead, and it will do so for the rest of your life.
Your complexion will sort itself out (in fact you will launch your own make-up brand); as soon as the Eighties are over, your perm will die down, and your weight will settle itself. At school you eat Super Noodles and boxes of Frosties because they say they are fat free, and you will endure many other silly fad diets (including an addiction to green juices). Instead, learn to embrace your imperfections – that is what I want to tell you. Let your skin breathe; wear less make-up. (And don’t ever let that make-up artist shave your eyebrows! The effects last forever.) You will always be addicted to Elnett hairspray but you will tone it down. Less of the “Hello! I just got stuck in a wind tunnel”, please. And I should probably say, don’t mess with your boobs. All those years I denied it – stupid. A sign of insecurity. Just celebrate what you’ve got.
Do answer an ad in The Stage, looking for candidates to form a new girl band. Line up around the block and audition to change your life. You love musicals – Miss Saigon, Cats, Starlight Express and Les Misérables – so you will perform “Mein Herr” from Cabaret, while everyone else sings a Madonna song. You haven’t yet heard of the internet or electronic mail or smartphones. Nor have you perfected the art of the selfie for Instagram (you can’t even turn on a computer right now, and Dad still drives to London to send a telex). But one day you will find that audition performance again online, and at the same time discover that your name brings up 47,800,000 search results on Google.
The judges of the competition will match you to four other girls, all misfits in their own ways. Together you will make it OK to look different. And, as the Spice Girls, you will sell 75 million records. You cannot possibly imagine your future life right now. You will travel on private planes, visit incredible countries, stay in fantastic hotels. (At the beginning, you will steal the hotel mini shampoos, shower gels and conditioners, but you soon realise that they leak in your suitcase – often disastrously.) You will storm into people’s offices, leap on to tables in hotels and go crazy (although you will also be the one checking that the table isn’t going to collapse). You will meet Nelson Mandela, Mariah Carey and Elton John. But please, I implore you, keep a diary. There will be so many amazing moments, and you will forget.
There will also be down days and bad days. You will often be so busy that you will be in a different country every day. And being young and a bit silly, you’ll complain and sit in hotel rooms and moan about being tired. Go out and see the country where you are. Go to galleries, go to museums. Soak up the culture. You are lucky to be there. If you don’t join the Spice Girls, you might always be that insecure person in that little shell, and you will never become who you truly are. With this in mind, be kind, be polite, be considerate of others’ feelings, because I know that every one of us would sit here now and say they’re not the main culprit, but we didn’t fully appreciate each other a lot of the time. So practise what you preach when you sing “friendship never ends”, and celebrate everyone’s uniqueness.
You are going to have so much fun with your clothes – PVC catsuits; chokers that say absurd things; weird spiky blonde hair. It will never occur to you that you appear ridiculous. You will turn up at awards ceremonies resembling a drag queen. But I look back at you and smile. It will add interest to your life to go from one extreme to another. I love the fact that you will feel free to express yourself. Fashion will take on added stature one day, but try not to be stifled by it. You will learn, as you mature, to swap heels for Stan Smith trainers, minidresses for crisp white shirts. And you will never be one of those people who just roll out of bed. Wear sunglasses a lot. Even inside. Especially at airports. They turn a nothing-outfit into something quite pulled together and cool. You are going to really like Aviators. (Then one day you will develop your own!)
On boyfriends and lasting love: learn more about football, especially the offside rule. And yes, love at first sight does exist. It will happen to you in the Manchester United players’ lounge – although you will get a little drunk, so exact details are hazy. While the other football players stand at the bar drinking with their mates, you will see David standing aside with his family. (He’s not even in the first team at this stage – you are the famous one.) And he has such a cute smile. You, too, are close to your family, and you will think how similar he feels to you. He’s going to ask for your number. (He still has the London-to-Manchester plane ticket on which you wrote it.) I’m afraid that most of your first dates will be in car parks, which is not as seedy as it sounds. It is because your manager, Simon Fuller, will warn you, “Don’t let anyone see you out together or you’ll get hounded.” At the time, you won’t understand why.
You are going to be very, very famous, both for the band you form and because of the man you marry, and then later for a fashion business you will launch in your own name. You will get used to fame. Although you cannot set a price on losing privacy, you will learn to use celebrity to your advantage. For good things. For charity. One day you will have the privilege to campaign on behalf of the United Nations to end mother-to-child transmission of HIV and Aids in Africa. And people will listen. Changes will happen. That is not to say you won’t be affected by what you see of yourself in the press. It will hurt you when people comment on your weight. It will continue to upset you whatever age you are, because we women are very tough on ourselves.
The paparazzi will become part of your life, their long lenses waiting. Some are nice, some not. They may make your children cry, or they may give you a compliment – but you will not be able to control every image they publish. When you are pregnant with Brooklyn, they will snap you sitting by the pool at the Four Seasons Hotel in Los Angeles in a black-and-white bikini, and the picture will make the front page of a British newspaper. It is an unkind shot and so upsetting that for the rest of the tour you will barely leave your hotel or sit outside. And I’m the same now. Do I relax on the beach in a bikini? No. I am still hugely self-critical, and because of that I can be a little uptight. My 60-year-old self would probably say the same thing to me as I am telling you now: enjoy yourself a little more. Be less image-conscious. Learn to relax. You are going to make mistakes – of course you are. You will be super-super-successful, but you will find out that you can lose it all much more quickly than you can earn it. That is a hard lesson to learn. Collectively, I now see, the Spice Girls were victims of our own success, believing we could do anything, that the sky was the limit, that we could do it all on our own. You will learn from that, and when you have another opportunity you will not lose it again.
On being a mother: once you are a parent, you worry. And you are going to have four, so that’s a lot of worry! Mum likes to say, “You might be 42, but I still worry about you.” Children mean that you will be constantly tired and will develop big bags under your eyes. Your children will always come first, but never forget who you are and what you want to achieve. Is it possible to have it all? To be a successful working mother? You will hear this question asked by many women as you grow older. What you will realise is that by working hard, yet always putting family first, it will be possible to achieve that balance. Nothing will be perfect, but it is only now that I have learnt to appreciate all I have and all I have been blessed with. I am happy.
A word on school sports day: never wear platform heels and flares if you have to take part in the mothers’ race. And never believe another mum when she says she will stick with you at the back of the race. Because she won’t. And when they announce, “It’s the taking part that counts,” it’s not. It’s all about winning. You will shout at home but never at work. Be a nice boss. Ultimately, go with what you think, but don’t smother those who are talented. (If they are not, then admittedly I get frustrated – I’m not very tolerant.)
On marriage: have patience. Bite your tongue. Be supportive. And preserve a bit of mystique. Never let yourself go completely (at least brush your hair, clean your teeth, have a bit of a brow going on because you will always want him to look at you and feel attracted). Always make time for each other. Because if you don’t, everything will revolve around the children and I’m not sure how sexy that is! And do not forget the person you fell in love with. You will follow your man around the world, moving from Manchester to Spain, and then America. In Spain you will revel in watching him enjoy some of his best footballing days. Spain is also where you will lay the foundations for your own fashion brand by collaborating with others on denim and sunglasses.
But I need to warn you: a lot of your time there will be really hard. I’m not afraid to say now what a horribly difficult time it was. People will say awful things. You will be a laughing stock. Every time you turn on the television or look at a newspaper it will seem as though someone is having a go at you and your family. You will learn how mean other women can be. (And it will teach you always to support the women around you, to take them on a journey with you.) Others would crack under the pressure, but you won’t. Use that time to close off, to focus, work hard and protect the children. In relationships people will throw obstacles in your way, and you either manoeuvre around them or you trip up. You will never discuss with David how many children you both want; you don’t say to each other, “Where shall we live?” You don’t discuss any of that because you will be young and in love. Even when you don’t necessarily want the same thing, your support for each other will mean that you will stick together and grow up together. And it will be worth it.
Most days, you will look at your life and think, “Wow! I was never the one who was supposed to get all this.” I want to tell you that I still feel that way now. Recently I was in New York for the British Vogue cover shoot in a penthouse at the Carlyle hotel. I looked out of the window and I could see the sun shining and all the yellow cabs below and I pinched myself. You are going to have many of those moments. Don’t take them for granted.
I got an ask, and decided to TRY and answer it. :P
You know, this is a difficult question for two reasons. First of all
there are soooo many great moments with Zouis, so it’s hard to just pick
a few. And secondly, one of the things I love about Zayn and Louis is
how low-key and natural their relationship always seemed to be. It just
was and they never seemed to “act it up“ in front of the cameras. I
could probably include 100 moments and still feel like I left out some
really great ones. Still, I’ll try to sort out a few of my absolute
has to be in the top, and I don’t think many Zouies would disagree…
It’s so genuine, and Louis is so shy but happy about it. Zayn could have
said ANYTHING! It wasn’t even supposed to be a person, but he picked
Louis, and he even waited for everyone to quiet down before he have his
answer so that he could say it properly eye to eye.
2. I love you!
mean, this one too is quite obvious. They say they love each other, and
the whole video is just full of Zouis love and teasing. In general
young Zouis were so damn attached and cute!
3. Speaking of “I
love you”, this video has always been a favorite for me.
love gives me life. It’s kind of a joke, but I get the feeling that is
simply how they decided to say it to “hide it“. (No matter what reason
they might have to keep it secret, maybe it was just for fun.)
Seriously, this video, they don’t include the other members either.
Maybe it was just the two of them in the cab?
I guess this video is at least a little less common. But I just like
the joking nature, but how it kinda feels like a secret code between
them. A lot of Zayn and Louis’ interactions are like that…
4. Partners in Crime
I love just in general. How they have their ZAP club and always need to
whisper secrets together and how they always team up. But the prank
will always have a special place in my heart. Especially thanks to that
hug in the end.
5. How they can’t stop touching each other!
kiss on Louis’ hand is definitely a favorite! But there are so many
nice moments to choose from, so I’ll just give you a whole bunch at
once, even though I guess it’s kinda cheating. (But you never gave me
any limit so…) These particular moments I just adore for various
6. Always there for each other.
am also very weak for them helping each other… Because they do that a
lot! And it’s just shows how they depend on each other and are just
naturally like a married couple. Again, it’s just natural!
I think a lot of Zouis charm are in the small moments. <3
7. Whispering and secrets
little gulp Zayn does, and how they barely have to use words to
understand!!! And the eyes of course! I mean, just look at it. Also this is so typical for Zouis, to be in their own world together:
8. This moment! It almost looks sensual… ^^’‘
I mean, this interview, and this moment. I just can’t get over it! I don’t think I have to explain why?
9. A Zayn-smie and a Louis-smile
They just light up when they are together! I could watch these GIFs on repeat forever.
sure if it’s a moment, (it’s at least two) but I just love their
candids… I’ll never get over these two moments in particular. Heathrow
And of course I can’t forget about:
there we go! I definitely forgot some moments, but again, there are so
many that I love. I also cheated already with giving you maybe more of
“things“ than “moments“. Still, I hope you all enjoyed reading this, and
that you forgive me for including a few quite random moments while
leaving out other quite big ones.
Also, Zouis-hour of 1D-day is just great all the way through! ;)
these aren’t important they’re just candids (can u take candid selfies??? w/e) bc i was looking at myself in the mirror and i’d been feeling bad and dysphoric and i kept worrying how looking the way i am i’d never find a girl who’d love me forever but… when i saw myself i realize that this rlly is how i’m supposed to look and that i’ve never looked more like myself than i do when i’m butch like this so even tho i don’t always feel v good i know this is who i am.
Meeting “the guys” as Andre phrased it, what does that mean? What do I wear? What do I say, should I be as nervous as I am right now? I sigh flicking through my clothes deciding what to wear while waiting for Andre to pick me up. Spring is definitely in the air so I decided on a simple sundress and sandals, just as I’m finishing up my hair I hear my doorbell ring. Standing up I adjust my dress and go to open the door, on the other side was a smiley Andre. “Hello Beautiful” he says quietly placing a kiss on top of my head and wrapping me into a hug, “Hi” I say letting out a little laugh and standing on my tip toes to kiss his lips. “Is that what you’re wearing?” he says catching me a little off guard, “Uh yeah I was planning on it- is there something wrong with it?” I say a little uneasy. He cracks a smile, “(Y/N) you look beautiful I don’t know if I should let the guys see you like this” he says once again wrapping his arms around my waist, “Well I am all yours so too bad for them” I say closing the gap between us with a kiss. “You look beautiful no matter what anyways” he says giving me one last peck before we decide to head out.
In the car Andre is just as chatty as ever, long forgotten the incident of last night. “So where are we going?” he glances over at me, “To meet the guys” I laugh, “Andre I know that but where?”. His cheeks turn a little red as he flashes me a crocked grin, which is ridiculously cute, “We’re meeting up for a lunch me, you, Tom, Latts, and Nate” I nod my head, I recognize all those names but Tom is the only one I’ve actually met before. “Well at least I already know Tom” I say with a nervous laugh, “Are you okay (Y/N)?” he says glancing over at me concerned, “Yeah I’m just nervous that’s all! I want your friends to like me” I say looking out the window, “Hey don’t be nervous” Andre says placing his non-driving hand in my hand intertwining our fingers, “They’re going to love you, because there isn’t anything to not love about you” he says with a little laugh, making me blush, “Thank you Andre, I love you” I say heart fluttering remembering hearing him say ‘I love you’ for the first time last night, “I love you too (Y/N)” he says with an easy grin.
We get to the restaurant, a little place in downtown DC, and enter hand in hand. I see Tom right away, beings as he’s so tall he sticks out, he sees us and waves us over. The closer we get to the table the more my nerves increase, I don’t know why, Andre loves them so they mustn’t be that bad. As soon as we got to the table they all were quick to introduce themselves, “Ah so you’re the girl baby swede can’t shut up about eh?” ‘Latts’ says, I think his first name is Michael? I blush, “Well I HOPE I’m the girl he can’t shut up about” I say playfully bumping Andre making all the guys laugh, “Nope you’re definitely her” Tom says with smile before turning to the other guys, “Her first game was the game Burky scored the OT winner after the game, we met after cause we all know pretty boy takes forever to get out of the locker room” Tom says making everyone laugh and the boys all agree that Andre takes forever to get out of the locker room. It was cool seeing all the guys so candid talking about Andre and I can just tell they love him as much as I do, I mean hard not too.
The boys are really sweet, they did enjoy picking on Andre a lot though, in a little brother way, and it’s so cute. The whole time Andre has his hand on my leg kind of in a protective way letting everyone know I’m all his, not that I minded in the least bit. “So how did you guys meet anyways?” Nate asks, not really pointing the question at me or Andre, but he was the first to speak, “We uh met out one night” I smile over at him, “Yeah Andre came to my rescue and the rest is history” I say giving his hand a squeeze, making him smile brightly. The night we met certainly wasn’t conventional, but I wouldn’t change it for a thing. The guys gave a mix of “how cute” and “Awwh’s” amongst teasing Andre, at one point Latta even started calling him the “fresh Prince of Sweden”.
The guys are all so funny and just genuinely good guys, and just like Andre, I can’t believe I was even nervous to ever meet them. Tom and Latta were telling me stories of when Andre lived with them and Nate was talking to me about school and it was really sweet of all three of them to make me feel so comfortable. At one point Nate even joked that I was “too good” for Andre, which he of course was quick to protest. When it was time to go they all gave hugs, of course leading Andre to but in when Latta hung around a little too long, “Latta hands off my girl” Andre blurts out making all of us laugh. I definitely would not mind hanging around with the guys more, and I hope Andre will bring me around to meet some more of them too.
When we got back to Andre’s car he turns and kisses me softly but deeply, probably the best kiss the two of us have shared, pulling back grinning I say, “What was that for?” he smiles and runs his thumb against my cheek, “because I love you and I want to spend every day with you” “I love you too Andre” I say pressing my forehead up against him giving him yet another kiss, “I would spend everyday with you”.
How HUGE must Stan’s case of Impostor Syndrome be?
Alex described Stan as a deeply insecure guy who’s been cheating all his life in an attempt to catch up to a guy he never thought he could catch up to honestly. You just know that in his mind, everything he has he got by cheating and conning people.
Soos looks up to him? Oh, that’s just because he doesn’t know what Stan’s really like. He’s too naive and oblivious to pick up on that. He wouldn’t follow Stan around and admire him the way he does if he really knew.
Dipper and Mabel? They’re the same way. He might’ve made them smile a couple of times by lighting fireworks with them or throwing a party but now that Ford’s back they’re getting a glimpse of how things really are, and it’s only a matter of time before he loses any love he had from them. (Now think about the events of the Stanchurian Candidate in that light, and how important and reassuring that sash Mabel gave him must have been and cry forever, just cry forever.)
Knowing how much he actually has conned people over the years, his feelings of “the only reason I have this good thing/someone thinks well of me is because I faked my way into it, I never really earned it” must seem entirely rational to him.
I wasn’t entirely too sure what to do for the master list, but I decided the best way to go about it was to add in a list of allllll the fics individually and then link every person as their own tag. That way, the only thing I’ll have to update the list on is fics. It’ll be in order of posting.
23 Ways to Kill Me
1 Remember my favorite candy and buy it just because you now I’d like it
2 Ask me about my cousins graduation or my sisters birthday that I told you I’d be going to
3 Tell me I smell nice or that the scent of my hair calms you
4 Play with my hair
5 Listen to my rants and know I’m only ranting and I’m not actually a selfish petty bitch
6 Let me rest on your chest
7 Ask me to take you shopping for new clothes so I can tell you what looks best on you
8 Call me and talk to me on the phone when you know I’ll be feeling upset about something
9 Tell me my makeup looks good instead of telling me girls look better without makeup after I’ve just spent 15 minutes getting my eyeliner straight
10 Notice if I start wearing new clothes or I look different in anyway
11 Grab my waist and pull me in when other girls start eyeing you up
12 Refer me as “your girl”
13 Think of me when you have really good or really bad news and text me about it because you know I will be here to listen
14 Send me links or pictures of things that remind you of me
15 Buy me jewelry or perfume or something big but small that symbolizes what I mean to you
16 Carry me or give me a piggy back ride; let me feel small because I know I’m not
17 Tell me you love my friends
18 Make me coffee and remember how I like it with a splash of cream but no sugar
19 Tell me I’m cute but in the way that suggests I’m adorable personally because you’ve met me and you love my energy and your attracted to my personality
20 Pick me up just to drive around listening to music until we feel like doing something else
21 Kiss the top of my head
22 Get me flowers and know it’s not because that’s what girls like in general but because you know I actually love flowers
23 Take candid pictures of me that I hate but you love because you love me
In the days following Robert Benjamin Smith’s murder of four women and a three-year-old girl at Rose-Mar College of Beauty, he attracted an interesting variety of mail. In 1996, Joe Quigley, a police sergeant at the time of the shooting, shared some of the letters with a local newspaper. The 100 or so letters were either addressed to Maricopa County Jail or Smith directly, though he never saw any of them, while others were sent to the former Mesa Police Chief Gail Brimhall or other governmental officials, including Quigley. Those he received were from people wanting swift justice, such as one that read: “Why don’t you wait until you are alone in the station, take a sawed-off shotgun, shoot that dirty, stinking, murdering Smith in the belly, and let him die screaming in agony? I don’t think any court would convict you - more than likely they would give you a medal. I would gladly contribute to your defense if you did shoot him.” Others thought killing him wouldn’t be punishment enough, like one anonymous writer who suggested this alternative: “Now, here is what I recommend: 15 to 20 lashes upon his back, but with his shirt on so there will be no tell-tale marks. Play it safe.” Another by the name of Eleanor Clark wrote, “This Smith fiend should be shown no mercy!! I feel as do others that he should be put in stocks on Main Street long enough for every decent citizen to deride him in public then hang him - or ship him to the front in Vietnam.”
There were people who also spoke of conspiracy theories, suggesting the murders were connected to full moons and ritual killings. However, the oddest came from a J.D. Riggins of Merced, California who claimed to be a student of “Soviet psychopolitics,” and he urged Brimhall to explore the mind control aspect before allowing any psychiatrists to examine him. He noted there were several practicing doctors in the United State that were trained by the Communists, and they might “place the boy in the hands of another enemy psychopolitical expert who could by ‘hypnotic cancellation’ erase all evidence of prior subjective control before it could be revealed by a qualified American expert.”
Among the hateful and unusual, Smith also had his fair share of admirers. One Brooklyn, New York girl named Gidget Arriola wrote in a letter dated November 15, 1966: “Ever since the first time I saw your picture, I knew I had to write to you. There’s something about you that attracts me.” An even friendlier letter was sent by Stuart Horn from Short Hills, New Jersey, who said he was around the same age as Smith and felt “very close” to him, adding, “Maybe you don’t care, but I wanted you to know that I know how you felt. We are a part of each other, sort of.” Yet even more perplexing was the note from a New Roads, Louisiana girl named Anne who included a picture of herself. She wrote: “Well, from what I’ve read in the newspapers, you’ve finally did it. I never believed you would. I don’t believe you gained your fame. When you told me that you had planned to kill all those people, I actually didn’t believe you would do it. I know you’re not insane. I just know it. All you needed was someone to give you a little attention. If you could have waited and married me I would’ve given you all the attention you could want. Why, Robert? I’ll help you. Some way I will cause I love you. I know you like no one else does.” Anne signed the letter “love you forever,” but police soon concluded she likely didn’t know Smith at all. When Quigley asked him years later about the girl, he denied knowing anyone by that name. There was also one particularly extreme letter from someone in Macon, Georgia praising him for the murders that prompted police to investigate, which read: “Excellent! We are glad to see someone show their honest feeling. Most people in your position feign remorseness (sic) for their actions. In giving our candid opinion, we say that your laughing about your deed is absolutely HILARIOUS.”