how many ways are they going to explain friendship

anonymous asked:

If camren was real and laucy was just a plan to carry out Lauren's coming out and Camila's exit without camren being a factor, how would you explain that one time that Lucy came to a show and Lauren was dancing to BBW? Lauren and Lucy looked like they had something going on at the time. (Btw, I'm high key a camren shipper, but I don't want to be close-minded either)

One more time, for the people in the back…Management (or the Label’s for those who aren’t really sure who calls all of the shots), don’t really care that fans ship Camren. Hell, I bet Camren shippers are their biggest money makers. What Management didn’t want, was the media focus on Camren. The problem is, the more popular Camren got, the more vocal the fandom became. The more vocal the Camren shippers became, the more the media would focus on them. That’s what they didn’t want.

That’s why they tried “beards” to quiet down the Shippers. Well, that didn’t work. The Camren shippers didn’t believe that the girl who couldn’t stop looking at Camila like she was the most beautiful moon and gorgeous sunset, all wrapped up in one, was really into Luis, or Brad. They didn’t believe that the girl who wanted Lauren to kiss her under the mistletoe, let the world know that Lauren was her crush, looked at Lauren like she was the air that gave her life, or who said “why do you assume it’s a boy” when asked which guy she was crushing on at the moment, was ever into Austin. They had to come up with plan B.

Then in 2015, Lauren started showing signs publicly, even though she was  denying it, that she was ready to come out of the Bisexual closet. If she came out of the closet without being linked to another female, the Camren shippers would have gone absolutely nuts. “Camren is real” would have been everywhere. It would have trended world wide for hours, if not days. The Media would have reported the shit out of it. Management couldn’t have that, so they came up with their plan B, Laucy, and it worked.

Laucy was their answer to get Lauren out without being connected to Camila, and Camila out of 5H without being connected to Lauren. This whole narrative they have been pushing at us would not have worked if the fans and the Media thought Camren was real. Plus, they need Camila to have her “straight” image, at the very least, until she becomes a successful solo artist, with a hit album (or two) and a bigger more solid fan base.

So to answer your question, why did Lauren flirt and shit with Lucy during the BBW performances, yes plural, they actually did that little public display twice. Once in Indiana I believe, and the other in Texas. They needed people to believe that Laucy was real. They had to publicly show some kind of affection for one another, or no one would have believed it. They had Lauren openly and very publicly flirt with Lucy, oddly enough, during the sexy sultry BBW performance, and that, plus the restriction of public interactions between Lauren and Camila, was all it took for a whole shit load of Camren shippers to jump shit and swim, as if their life depended on it, over to the Laucy ship, because apparently Lucy made Lauren really happy. That’s all anyone ever really wanted was for Lauren to be happy, right?

That’s how I explain your question. Management had a time line to keep, and the trips and selfies, and hanging out together wasn’t really growing the Laucy ship fast enough. They had to get them to show some sort of PDA for folks to really start believing in it. What better place than a Fifth Harmony concert, being filmed from 100 different angles and watched by thousands of fans. It wasn’t until after those two BBW performances, that people actually started to believe there might be more between them that just a longtime friendship. That’s what made Laucy more believable, and also helped make the "distance" between Lauren and Camila more believable. 

Management had to “kill” Camren for three reasons 1) To get Lauren out of the closet   2) To sell the 4 against 1 narrative, and  3) for Camila’s “straight” image. It’s really that simple guys. I don’t know how many more times or ways I can explain it. If you don’t understand it by now, you’re just never going to.

The Ground

I don’t know how long I’ve been here. I don’t even know where ‘here’ is. When the Ark had fallen, it broke apart and scattered. I wondered if anyone else had survived, other stations of the Ark that hadn’t crashed the way ours had. But I heard nothing, no-one around, no survivors. The thought brought tears to my eyes. I was alone. Alone and stuck, pinned down on the ground underneath a piece of the wreckage, in a dirt hole. I could feel a terrible pain in my leg from what seemed to be a very deep gash. My head throbbed and I could feel the now drying blood across it. With every breath I felt pain throughout my chest, across my ribs.

“Well,” I thought to myself, “This is it. This is The Ground. Finally made it here and this is how I’m going to die. I guess I should at least try to enjoy being here for the time I have left…”

I take a deep breath. The air is so different here. I can’t explain it. Earth. Real Earth air. I never thought I’d breathe it, smell it, taste it.

I try to look at my surroundings, but the strain of moving my head causes me to gasp and shut my eyes. Another deep breath and I open them again. There are trees, real trees. There’s grass and small flowers and dirt. And the wreckage of the Ark. Tons of wreckage of the Ark. I think again about how many of our people weren’t lucky enough to survive the crash and my eyes start to water. I let out a sob, and then I hear it. Footsteps. Voices. People. Survivors?

“What is all this?” one voice says.

“The Ark.” another replies, with a tone of authority and pain.

“Rough landing.” another voice, sarcastically.

This is it. This is my chance. I’m not going to die. There is hope. I just need them to find me.

“Help!” I cry out.

“Did you hear that?” The second speaker’s voice says.

“Please help!” I call out again.

“There’s someone out here. Someone survived.” I hear the sound of quickening footsteps approaching my position on the ground.

“Help! Anyone! Please!” I call out in desperation.

Suddenly I see four people approaching, three men and one girl. “Is anyone out there?” The same authoritative voice calls. He seems to be the leader.

“Yes! Yes I’m here!” My voice cracks.

They finally reach me and I nearly cry at the sight of them. There’s a boy with dark, shaggy hair. A girl with an intricate braid. Another boy with shorter hair. And then, leading the pack, a tall man with dark curls.

“You okay?” He asks.

“Oh yeah, just peachy.” I laugh a little, immediately followed by a wince of pain.

“Hey, hey, we’re gonna get you out. Don’t worry.” His voice is reassuring.

“Thank you.” I sigh, “Thank you.”

And then he calls the others over, “Finn, Murphy, Monroe, help me move this beam off of her. Once you lift it, I’ll pull her out.”

In a flurry of adrenaline and determination, the three of them lift the heavy beam pinning me down. The tall boy reaches for me and I grab his extended arm desperately.

“Hold on to me, I’m going to get you out.” Somehow his voice makes me feel safe.

“Get her quick, Bellamy, we can’t hold this thing much longer.” The one called Murphy grunts.

“Can you move?” Bellamy asks me.

“I… I don’t think so.” I start to become scared, This rescue might turn into a sad abandonment.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Bellamy reaches lower, his hands under my arms. He strains, the angle of the reach making it difficult for him to get a grip on me. I cling to him and try to push myself up.

“Hurry up!” Monroe cries, the strain of the beam showing on all their faces. Bellamy lifts me, drags me up and my feet just make it out of the deep hole in the ground when just at that moment the beam drops back down.

Stunned silence. A second’s difference could have meant my body crushed under the weight of that beam.

I’m panting and clutching at the boy who saved me. “Thank you.” I can barely make out a whisper.

“Get her some water, quick.” Bellamy orders the others.

Finn quickly fumbles through his pack. I gratefully take the bottle handed to me and take a deep gulp. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I’m crying. Sobbing. Out of relief, out of pain, I don’t know. It’s all too much.

Bellamy places his hands on my shoulders, they’re strong and reassuring. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe now. It’s going to be alright.”

I look into his eyes, they’re soft and sincere. A beautiful shade of brown. I trust them. I trust him.

“What’s your name?” He asks

“I’m Y/N.” I reply

“I’m Bellamy. We’re going to take you back to our camp. There’s a doctor there, she’ll help you with your leg.” He gestures to the deep cut, “Do you think you can walk?”

“I think so.” I try to stand up. I stumble and fall straight into Bellamy’s arms.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you.” He scoops me up, bridal style, and I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tight. He nods to the others and we begin to walk. I gaze around me at the sight of the crash, filled with a mixture of pain seeing the dead bodies and devastation and the relief of being rescued.

I made it to The Ground.


I’ve been in this same bed in Medical for days now. A few broken ribs, a concussion, and a cut so deep in my leg Abby wasn’t sure the stitches would hold.

Bellamy would visit a few times a day. It was the one thing I looked forward to. It gets incredibly boring and lonely being stuck in this pseudo-hospital.

At first he would check in only briefly, ask for an update on my healing. But after a while, I think he started to notice my boredom and he would stay longer, creating conversation to keep me mildly entertained.

I liked talking to Bellamy. He could be kind and sweet, strong and authoritative, and sometimes sassy and sarcastic.

I knew he’d be visiting soon because today was special.

“Hey Doc.” I say as Abby enters the room. She smiles at me. Bellamy walks in behind her. I smile a little brighter at the sight of him.

“You ready to walk?” Abby asks as they approach my bed.

“Fuck yea!” I prop myself up on my elbows while Abby shoots me a look for my foul language. I see Bellamy smirk behind her.

“Let’s get you out of this bed, Y/N.” He says and reaches down for me.

I put one arm around him, while Abby reaches for the other. I stand up out of the bed. I wobble on my feet for a moment and feel Bellamy’s grip on my arm tighten.

“No, no it’s okay!” I say excitedly and straighten myself up, “I got this.” I grin.

I feel them both loosen their hold on me and I take a tentative step forward. A twinge of pain rushes through my leg, but not enough to stop me. I take a few steps further, out of their reach, and turn around to face them, beaming.

“Look at me go!” I exclaim, “I could practically dance!”

“I don’t know about that just yet.” Abby laughs.

“You’d dance with me, wouldn’t you Bellamy?” I give him a cheeky grin and do a little shimmy.

He laughs, “I’m not a dancer but I’d love to see you try.”

“Oh, I’m a great dancer. Check me out.” I shimmy again, but I stumble a little and Bellamy catches me before I fall.

“Okay twinkle toes, let’s stick with walking for now.” He chuckles.


As the days pass, I learn more about The Ground. I’m introduced to more survivors and start to form bonds of friendship with many of them. Bellamy explains to me about the Grounders and Mount Weather. So much pain, so much suffering. I want to help.

“Now that you’re healed, you’re going to need to learn some basics of how to survive on The Ground.” Bellamy tells me. I nod.

“Right, we’ll start with combat. It’s not uncommon to have to fight your way to safety down here.” His voice is gruff and stern.

Over the next few days, he teaches me to fight. How to kick and punch in ways that will inflict the most damage while causing myself the least harm. I take to it quickly. On the Ark I had done self defence training as a way to relieve pent up aggression and now it would become what would help me survive.

Through our training my relationship with Bellamy had become more playful, teasing each other and challenging each other. Sometimes it felt like something more was brewing under the surface but I couldn’t be sure.

After an intense training session, we stand, sweating and panting. I can’t help but notice the way his muscles are visible through his thin shirt. His hair is tussled from the fight, beads of sweat roll down his face. His arms, so strong, biceps bulging. My heart flutters a little and I turn away before he can catch me staring. More and more I had developed feelings for Bellamy. He was undeniably attractive, and the way he cared for everyone, his bold and strong leadership, made him even more so.

“Nice work, Y/N.” He smirks at me. Goddamn that smirk.

“Not so bad yourself.” I smirk back.

Our eyes wander over each others bodies as our breathing steadies. There’s a moment of tension, of temptation, but it’s quickly broken as Bellamy is called away to help with yet another mission. He’s always running off somewhere, and I’m always scared he won’t come back. 

There’s so much danger on The Ground.


Impressed with my progress and determination, soon we move on to weapons training.

“Ever held a gun before?” He asks me.


“Alright, we’ll start small then.” He grabs a handgun and passes it to me.

I stare at it in my hands, unsure of what to do next.

“First, you’re going to have to hold it right.” He wraps my hand around the pistol and stands behind me, lining his arm up with mine and directing us towards the target. I hold my breath. Him standing so close behind me, with his hand touching mine on the gun, his other hand steading my left arm, I felt heat rising in my body. I couldn’t let him notice.

“Now plant your feet firm,” His voice is in my ear, his hot breath rolling over my skin and giving me goosebumps, “Line up the shot,” he directs my arm and squeezes my hand, “And shoot.”


I hit the target, far from centre but I didn’t care. The satisfaction, the exhilaration, of shooting the gun sent waves of adrenaline through my body. I felt so powerful.

“You’re a natural.” Bellamy says as he pulls away from my body and stands back, “Try again.”

I turn back to look at him. He’s smirking that damn smirk of his, arms crossed and eyes intent on mine. He nods towards the target and I turn back around. I shoot again, this time getting a little closer to the middle.

“A bit more practice and we’ll move you up to the big guns.” He says.

I shoot again and this time hit the target dead centre. I smirk and turn to face him again, raising my eyebrows.

“Maybe sooner than later.” He says, a little astonished, and then that signature smirk returns to his face and that feeling of tension and temptation rises between us once more.


It’s been weeks since my rescue. I’m fully healed and recovered and my training with Bellamy has come a long way. Mostly I’ve been helping Abby with patients in any way I can, but I feel like I’m finally ready to join Bellamy and the others outside the camp, but when I approach Bellamy with this he shuts me down completely.

“No.” His voice is stern and his jaw clenches.

“I’m perfectly capable of handling myself out there.” I retort.

“I said no. You’re not going anywhere. You’re staying right here in camp, end of discussion.”

“Is that an order, Blake?” I say in defiance as I take a step towards him.

“More like a strong request.” He states, looking me in the eyes, not backing down for a second.

The tension in the air between us is palpable. Heat is rising. Our eyes locked on each others.

“Oh yeah, and what are you going to do about it?” I snarl and take another step towards him.

Suddenly his hands are on either side of my face, pulling me towards him and our lips crash against each other, all these weeks of build up released in a passionate kiss. I kiss him back fervently, my arms around his neck, fingers through his hair and pulling him towards me. His hands move away from my face and down my body to settle on my hips. The kiss deepens and he gently bites my bottom lip. His hand slips under my shirt and a small moan escapes my lips at his touch. He pulls me closer, our bodies flush against each other and the kiss slows. I move my hands to his shirt and bunch it between my fingers, pulling him closer still. He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. Our eyes are closed. Our breath on each others faces. His hands are on my shoulders now.

“That was….” I start to say but can’t find a way to finish. I open my eyes too look at him.

“Just…” He opens his eyes to look into mine, “Just stay here where I know you’re safe, okay?”

I nod.

He pulls away from me, leaving me shocked and breathless. As he leaves the room, I gently touch my lips, the warm sensation of him still lingering.


Hours later Bellamy returns with the others, covered in blood and cuts and bruises. I follow him and the others into Medical and help Abby prepare warm wash cloths to clean everyone up. I wring the towel out in my hands and walk over to where he sits on the edge of a bed, head hug low, eyes closed.

“Hey…” I say tentatively.

He looks up. “Hey.” His voice is strained and gruff.

I gesture towards the cloth and he nods. I gently press it against a cut on his face and he grunts in pain.

“Sorry.” I whisper, biting my lip.

“It’s okay.” He looks up into my eyes as I continue to softly dab at the blood on his face.

It’s quiet. I avoid eye contact while I clean his cuts. I’ve never been so nervous around him, but after that kiss…. I just didn’t know how to act. Then, slowly, he reaches for my other hand and squeezes it. I look into his eyes finally, they’re soft and loving.

“Thank you.” He says softly.

“I do it for Abby all the time.” I say, looking away again.

“No. Thank you for staying safe.”

My breath catches in my chest. He leans in and presses the softest, most gentle kiss on my lips.

“You’re, uhm… you’re welcome.” I stammer quietly. There’s that smirk of his again.


The rest of the camp has started to notice the budding relationship between Bellamy and I. Whenever he’s home, I’m by his side. We avoid public displays of affection, this is a time of war not the appropriate place for that sort of thing. But everyone knows. I no longer sleep in my own cabin, and when he leaves we sneak a kiss and an “I love you.” just in case he doesn’t return. We know the risks.

“There you are.” I hear Bellamy’s soothing voice behind me, and I turn around. “Come with me.” He takes my hand and pulls me away, towards our room.

As soon as the door is shut his lips are on mine.

“I missed you.” He says against my mouth.

“I missed you too.” I pull him closer and deepen the kiss, our tongues exploring each other.

His hands reach under by butt and he picks me up, I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on. One hand in my hair, one hand holding me up, we make our way to the bed.

He lays me down and climbs on top. Our breathing is heavy. His lips move from my mouth down my jaw to my neck and stop there, biting and sucking. I moan and tug on his hair, bringing him closer to my neck. I feel his hips lower onto me and grind against mine. One of his hands is running its way up and down my side stopping momentarily to massage my breast over my shirt then back down again and under the fabric. His fingers brush against my hip and my stomach and up my ribs.

I start to become impatient and reach for the hem of his shirt and urge him to pull it off. He obliges and I lean up to kiss my way across his chest. He pulls my shirt over my head, undoes my bra, and throws them both away quickly. Our lips kiss each others skin, wherever we can reach, occasionally biting, licking, sucking. Our hands roam each others bodies as a thin layer of sweat starts to build. Soon our pants are on the floor, leaving us in our underwear.

I trace a line across the waist line of his boxers and slowly bring my hand down to caress his bulge. He moans and leaves a trail of hot, wet kisses down my stomach to the edge of my panty line. He bites the top edge of the fabric and I buck my hips up towards his face. Swiftly he removes them and his mouth returns to kiss and lick in their place. I moan and writhe underneath him, one hand clutching at the blankets on the bed, the other in his hair edging him closer. He pulls away and slides off his boxers. Towering over me, we lock eyes and I bite my lip and nod, giving him the okay to enter. He leans down and lines himself up, slowly gliding himself into me. His lips are back on mine as we grind and rock and thrust.

As his lips move back to my neck I moan his name and he shushes me, knowing we don’t want to be overheard. In frustration, I push him away and flip us over, taking control so I’m on top, and running my hands through my hair as I ride him, his hands clutching at my thighs, surely leaving marks. His eyes close, he throws his head back and bites his lip. I know we’re both close, so I speed up and his hips thrust up harder and harder each time.

“Look at me.” I whisper and his eyes meet mine, hungry with lust and desire. A few more thrusts and I’m coming undone, I throw myself forward onto his chest, panting. Soon after he follows and his grip on my thighs loosens. We lay like that for a few moments until our breathing starts to even out. We roll over onto our sides, facing each other, propped up on one arm. He traces the outline of my face with his thumb. I shiver at the softness of his touch.

“Cold?” He asks. I smile a little and he pulls the blanket over us, lays on his back, and I curl up against his side. Laying my face on his chest, he kisses the top of my head and holds me close.

I’m glad I made it to The Ground.

*I’m totally into what you guys have to say about this matter and would love to read your responses.

Delphine Cormier.
Delphine is not only my favourite character of the show (with Siobhan a close second) but my favourite character all together. It’s not original, I know, but like everyone else I have my reasons. Some say our favourite character is someone who is close to reflecting us as a person, whether it be personality or appearance. For me that might be true, I may have personal reasons but here that doesn’t matter. What matters the most is Delphine.

Now, I bet you remember months ago when we were enraged by the way certain TV shows were treating us with cheap cliffhangers and unnecessary deaths. Maybe I was in denial but for me it was difficult not knowing for sure, even though I knew (hoped) that the creators of OB weren’t silly enough to end Delphine in that way. Although I still prepared myself for that outcome just to be more on the safe side. I know we need to consider Evelyne Brochu’s schedule but if it were me I would have been begging her to come back if the original plan was to kill the character. A sigh of relief, around a year later we were relieved that Delphine is in fact still alive.

Ever since season 3 aired I have been trying to figure this character out. I’ve thought about her a lot and have come up with many theories, some improbable and even absurd but either way her past is interesting. There’s always a possibility that the unthinkable could be true. The fact that we know very little about her is exciting and it allows us to come up with many ideas of our own. If or when we are given information on this lots of ideas will be made but like many things on OB it’s difficult to develop the correct theory, because simply put; you just never know with this show. Also the extent is subjective, but I think we can agree not much is shared when it comes to the history of many of the characters. 

Of course, every season we learn more and we have been told that this season will include a tasty episode for all those Cosima Niehaus lovers. We love to know more, but will this be a case of ‘the more we know, the less we understand’ or will the truth we uncover finally put us at ease about Cosima? Either way I can’t wait for the fanfiction.

Back on track. If we don’t know the truth then we can at least consider the characters’ behaviour and decisions. Not entirely an assumption but one thing I’ve considered is the possibility that Delphine has lost a loved one. At an early age or later on in life, my favourite one is being fairly recent. Before I jump right to it I think it’s important we take a close look at the way she is in season 1 and 2 to season 3. Allow me to start off by saying Delphine’s turn of point was the beginning of season 3. Prior to that she made decisions that would come across as shady and as betraying Cosima, but these seem quite minor compared to season 3 – and no, I’m not just talking about the eye scene where she interrogates Rachel but her demeanour takes a turn. What I see, where some may see a cold-blooded stalker, is determination and braveness through the act of love.

Season one Delphine’s a puppet and is being pulled by the strings that belong to the DYAD institute and does her best when she’s thrown in the middle of work and love. We know she’s highly intelligent so it makes sense that she would take her work (her passion for science) seriously. We don’t know how long she had been working with the institute prior, though whether it was for a while or a short period of time perhaps she had no reason to question them. Which is why near the end she is surprised when she faces the thought of losing Cosima when what she wanted was to protect her – because she trusted the institute. To me, she remains innocent because she was unaware of the actual truth at that time.

Speaking of DYAD, it’s only fair to include Leekie and that it seems she may have had a sexual relationship with him. Though this is too innocent to judge her for, since it was before anything more than a friendship developed between her and Cosima, it’s worth considering why she had this relationship with him. It could have been a way of using him to gain promotions during her career with DYAD or let’s admit it – just an arranged decisions between them either for some fun or because there was attraction there. A more interesting one is that there could have been some information he or the institute was holding against Delphine like the situation with Paul.

Season two I feel like there’s not much to say other than she’s finding her feet and feels content. There’s opinions that clash that causes arguments but all seems well as Delphine’s choices are risks done out of good reasons for both Cosima and her sisters.

The scene when they confess their love for each other both seem sincere. I don’t need to tell you how this scene went but it’s worth mentioning the point when Cosima tells her ‘I have enough dirt on you to destroy your career’, to which at this Delphine laughs. Recently when I re-watched this I found it rather odd and pondered for a while on her response. I have a few solutions but my favourite one; there’s a slight pause, she realised how much her job doesn’t matter to her any more or how it wasn’t obvious enough for Cosima to know that. It could be nothing and that she found it simply funny and I’m reading too much into this, but little details matter me.

Season 3 was the most difficult season for me to watch. I have re-watched OB countless times but this one I have never returned to fully. If you are like me then the reasons could be quite self explanatory when the fondness for Delphine is taken into account. If you’re somebody who knows how it feels to have loved someone who doesn’t love you back (or doesn’t show it), then maybe it’s fairly easy to put yourself in Delphine shoes and understand some of her actions. Of course, it’s a great season and I won’t let the whole Shay and Cosima (and of course cophine) situation cloud my judgement. As I previously said, I have my personal reasons towards my favourite character so maybe I’m just salty. It’s just a shame there had to be a relationship involved as I have lost a fair amount of respect for Cosima for her actions. To this day I still question her actions and whether she loves Delphine, but I won’t talk about that here because I think it will be better suited in another post (I’ve tried writing here but it seemed more relevant with Cosima rather than Delphine).

From what we have seen in previous seasons Delphine doesn’t interact with a huge range of people. It’s usually in a professional manner and work related but when it’s not, it’s with Cosima. This makes it easy to understand how lonely she must have been during the season. The worst part is having nobody to confide in, but when she tries it’s with Cosima and basically gets ignored. Ouch, I’m not surprised she turned to drink for comfort. On more of a serious note, Delphine’s now the one feeling hurt and betrayed by the woman she loves. Doing whatever it takes to keep the clones safe there’s no wonder how angry she must have felt to have her efforts be taken for granted. There’s proof that she would even die for them. It’s difficult to put these thoughts into words, so in the best way I’ll put it this way; I can imagine a conversation in season 5 between Cosima and a salty Delphine.
“Why did you help us?”
“Because I’m the only one stupid enough to fight for what’s right.”

One thing that is worth mentioning is that Delphine mentions being in boarding school. There’s speculation about whether the girl in her suicide attempt story is actually her rather than some girl. That being said, I think there’s definitely more to this story but unless it has a huge part to play about her I doubt we will know the whole story this season. My point is, things like this could have played a part that triggered her drive to be the way she was that season.

My theory (finally)
*Firstly, I would like to note that I couldn’t begin to imagine what it feels like to lose a child and this is not intended towards anyone who has been affected from this. I hope nobody is offended by this post but if you feel you could be impacted by this next paragraph, skip the one.

There’s not much to be said here. Like I said, my favourite theory is that she has lost a loved one. More specifically, a child of her own who was sick for months. I wouldn’t be surprised if this is far from the truth, but I still consider it interesting as it could seem possible. To me it makes sense. Countless times we’ve seen that Delphine would do anything in her power to help Cosima even if it meant going against her word and behind her back. Season 3 suggests to me that she was hurting deeply to the point where her past was brought back, hence her devotion to saving Cosima as well as her love for the woman. It makes sense that as a doctor she would try everything she could to save her child and feel useless as a parent and doctor when all fails. She knows how it feels to lose somebody she loves, why would she want to go through it again with Cosima?

My appreciation
This post is pretty much all over the place and I have probably left out a few things I should have mentioned, but I’m glad you’ve stuck out to hear what I had to say.

Orphan Black Season 5. The last season of the (add mind blowing adjective) series that has brought like-minded people together, creating friendship and even more along the way for many of us. In some cases the show has helped our lives for the better in ways we can and cannot explain. For this reason I have trouble accepting this as our last season, including the knowledge that some day the fandom will die. Maybe not soon after, but sooner than what a lot of us hope for. The worst part – most likely it will die out slowly. I’m not one for happy endings but I’m a sucker for OB and I’m not ready for it to end because I’m emotionally invested. And if you’re like me, a fussy bugger, you’ll have trouble finding a TV show as good as this ever again that includes amazing acting from brilliant actors and the best fandom I’ve been apart of for many years.

Perhaps that’s the whole point – to move on and keep this as an experience. I feel the need to include this as I have never made a post this long before, and consider this my only time on expressing my gratitude for this show and the fandom. I don’t know where I’d be without you guys and I bet that’s how a good handful of us fans feel. I would also like to add, everything I mention in this post is totally my opinion only, I’m making this clear so I don’t come across as some self-assertive ****.

Comparing season 1 to season 4, I would say there’s a significant difference and I am yet to be disappointed as they improve after every season, this includes the directing, scripts and producing. The surprises they keep rewarding us with is great, though with a few exceptions.

Overall, we’ve seen Delphine be selfless and risk dying for what’s right, but for our last season I hope we discover her doing everything in her power to live for what she loves. I know this for sure; Delphine Cormier is one of the Bad Ass Bitches I know on TV and deserves one massive thank you party hosted by the other characters.