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Todrick Hall speaks out about Taylor Swift video backlash

Yahoo Music: So when some people saw you dancing in “Look What You Made Me Do,” they were not pleased, to put it mildly. What exactly happened?

Todrick Hall: They saw a clip, just a few seconds, that featured Taylor Swift standing in a line of dancers, and they started forming all types of conclusions. I was just very confused by that, because I knew that there was nothing “Formation”-esque or Lemonade-esque about the video. Artistically, I didn’t feel that was the case. I’m a humongous Beyoncé fan. I’ve worked with Beyoncé. I’ve choreographed for Beyoncé. And I would never intentionally be a part of art that I felt was ripping off my favorite artist of all time. But I felt like these were two completely different lanes.

“Sellout” was one of the common names you were called.

Yes, one of the main things that people said was, “He wanted to make his money. Well, good for him, he got paid. And I guess payment is enough for you to sell out your family, your people, your community.” But this had nothing to do with money. I didn’t do this Taylor Swift video for money. I did it because she’s my friend, and she was very excited about it. And she wanted people to be there who she could trust, because it was a very big undertaking. I was proud to be there, but money was not a factor for me. I don’t do things for money.

But there are people online who have a problem with the fact in general that you and Taylor are friends?

Yes, I have gotten comments from people who are upset and have literally said the fact that I am friends with a white person is a problem, because white people don’t possess the ability to love or ever truly care about black people. And I find that very disheartening. I’ve grown up in a neighborhood where I went to church with and lived with and went to school with beautiful black people; when I look at them, I see myself. But then I was also in a peculiar situation, because I danced in a dance group where I was the only black person in the dance studio. In some cases, I was the only black cheerleader in my school. I did theater where I was the only black person, the “token black person.” And working at Disney, oftentimes I was the only black person in the show at Disney World or Disneyland on any given day. And I also did tours where I was the only black singer; I did a cruise ship where I was the only black person in the cast. So I’ve been used to being in situations where I’ve had to find friendships and find love and find similarities. My whole brand, everything that I stand for and everything I’ve always stood for, is equality and love. So it’s just really difficult for me to understand why it is an issue for people, a legitimate issue, that I have white friends, and that Taylor Swift happens to be one of my many white friends.

Apparently there’s a thing called the “cookout,” which is like your invitation to be a part of the black community. Some people have, like, deemed themselves the Woke Police, and they decide to strip you online of your invitation to attend the “cookout.” It boggles my mind that people are deciding whether or not I’m down enough, black enough, or woke enough to be “invited.” If I have to hate people and judge people based on their race, sexual orientation, or religion, then sorry, but I’d rather order pizza.

What is Taylor really like? Describe your bond.

What people are mostly forgetting is that Taylor Swift really is my friend. Sometimes because she is a celebrity of such a huge status, inarguably one of the biggest stars of our generation, people forget that there is a human side to her, that she has real friends that she calls and talks to about her real problems. And I call her, and I have cried on her shoulder about my own relationship issues and family issues and career issues. We are friends, and so when she asked me to do this video, I said absolutely. It wasn’t a question for me. I trust her, and I had no problem doing the video. And I just think that it’s really sad and shocking that me doing four eight-counts of choreography is enough to make people feel the need to question my “blackness” or “wokeness.”

Taylor came to see me in Kinky Boots and she stayed after the show for two hours and met every single person in that cast — took pictures, signed stuff, met every usher, every custodian, every orchestra member, every producer and their kids. And then she went outside and met fans outside the theater afterwards, stayed there for over two and a half hours after the show and wouldn’t leave until every single person had been met. There are just very few celebrities in the world who would do something like that. She didn’t have to do that. She could’ve come to the show, said hi to me, and left. That’s just what type of person she is, and what type of person she’s always been. Her parents raised her so well, and when you’re in the room with them, you can feel that energy.

It just is shocking to me that people will see an image of her and hear stories online about her, or arguments with other celebrities who she did not ask to be involved with, who recorded her against her will without her knowing and then decided to release six-second clips of a conversation that happened to paint her to be this evil person that I don’t believe that she is. Come on, we’ve watched millions of episodes of Law & Order or seen Judge Judy a million times; how are they not able to conclude that there is something missing from this? If you feel the need to record someone on video with people there, the intentions may not have been the most pure.

Some of the criticism Taylor has received recently has to do with the fact that she has not been politically outspoken in past years, like some of her peers Katy Perry or Lady Gaga.

Yeah, many people have been tweeting me, “She supports Trump! She probably voted for Trump!” They’re making this huge assumption, when Taylor has never to my knowledge come out and said anything about her being pro-Trump. But people would still rather believe that she is the one who is pushing Trump’s agenda. That was one of the major things that was tweeted at me, and I’m like, “So you are mad that you think she might support Donald Trump? But you’re not mad that Kanye has been very openly pro-Trump?” I don’t understand that.

Look, I’m not Taylor Swift, so I can’t speak for her and why she does or does not choose to speak or not speak about any specific subject matter. All I know is that she has been nothing but a great person to me. Her family has welcomed me into their home and treated me like I was a member of the family. They’ve welcomed every single person I’ve ever brought around them. I’ve never felt like there was ever a moment that I couldn’t be myself, and talk about the fact that I’m gay or whatever. At Thanksgiving, we all sat around and talked about it, and there was another one of her friends there who was African-American, and we all sat down and talked about racism and watched 13th on Netflix and talked about how important it was. It was one of the most beautiful conversations I’ve ever had, because sometimes as an African-American person I feel like I can’t voice my opinion about how difficult it is to be not just an African-American person in the entertainment industry, but how scary it is to be black in America, in even 2017.

When it comes to Taylor, all I know is that she has been a sweet, amazing human being to me. When she calls me, it’s hardly ever to talk about her accomplishments or things that she’s going through. She calls me and says, “How’s your heart? Are you OK?” I’ve been around her an awful lot, and if it were some type of crazy, fake façade, I think I would have figured it out by now. I feel like it’s a genuine part of who she is, and she’s a human being. Has she made mistakes? Yes. Will she make mistakes again? Yes. But let the person in America who has not made mistakes raise their hand.

I think that I’m on my own journey; every artist is on their own journey. Maybe one day, Taylor will start being super-political, and using her voice to do thing that people think that she should be doing. But even then, she will probably be ridiculed for not being vocal enough, or not being on the right side. I don’t think that there is a way to win in this industry, so every person has to take their own journey at their own pace, at their own time, and do what they feel like is right. All I know is that Taylor has been nothing but sweet to me since day one, and if she asks me to do a video, I’m absolutely going be there.

I’m not apologizing for being a part of the video and doing four eight-counts of choreography in it. I thought it was a great piece of art. I thought it was awesome. It’s broken so many records and I’m proud to be a part of it. I don’t think I’ve sold out my race or my community — the gay community, the black community. I think that I was just in a piece of art that my friend made. I’m not issuing a statement to people about it to explain myself, because there’s nothing to explain. I’m not sorry that I did it, and I don’t think that it was a mistake. If I had a do-over, I would absolutely be there for another eight hours, in heels, dancing with her.

Is Taylor aware of the heat you’ve gotten for being in her video?

I have talked to her about it, and she has been very uplifting and given me a lot of information about how when you’re doing big things, there will always be people who have something to say about it. But I think that Beyoncé gave me the best advice when I met her. She said, “Don’t scroll down. Don’t go down and look at comments, and when you do something as an artist, make a decision and stick to it. You don’t need to apologize for things that you’ve done.” I use that all the time.

You have gotten this sort of criticism before.

Yeah. In the beginning, it was because I did videos based on stereotypes of a particular group that put people in a negative light. And so I took those notes, because I consider myself to be a humble person, and I tried to apply them, and tried to do less work on my YouTube channel that stereotyped people, less work that stereotyped my race as being “ghetto” or “ratchet,” because I did understand the argument. I think it’s a really difficult thing when you toe the line with comedy, because there are certain things that some people are going to think is funny, but then some people are always going to be offended. The political climate has changed so much over the past months since Donald Trump became president, and it has just been a very scary place to create content online. So I tried to do whatever I can to create content that everyone can love and that is inclusive of everybody.

It’s just something that I deal with every day. I wrote an album about my life [Straight Outta Oz], about how I fell in love at 19 years old with a boy who was British and who just happened to be white. I wrote a song called “Color,” and in the song I say the line, “You’re my favorite hue.” What I meant by that when I wrote the song was it’s supposed to be a direct relation to the 1939 Wizard of Oz film, and then everything turns to color when Dorothy gets to Oz. I felt like my whole world was black and white before I met this person. But people took that as that white was my favorite color, and that was what I preferred. People have assumed that am the type of person that refuses to date people of my own race or associate with people of my own race. Which, I don’t feel the need to prove to them that I have in fact dated multiple black men and Puerto Rican, Latino men. I’m an equal opportunist when it comes to love. I think everyone is beautiful. You fall in love with a person, not the outer layer of skin.

It’s really frustrating because I don’t think that people realize that when I got to L.A., I lived in not a great neighborhood. A policeman drove up onto a sidewalk, got out of the car, pushed my face on the ground, put my hands on my back, pulled a gun out on me. I have never felt so scared in my entire life. I have witnessed so many things like that. It’s very difficult for me to go and spend time in a predominantly Caucasian neighborhood without the cops being called on me, because people don’t know why I’m there and they think I look suspicious. I have had a lot of issues and dealt with racism in the same capacity as a lot of other people. I have written so many songs, even on Straight Outta Oz, about the Black Lives Matter movement, because it’s something that I’m very passionate about. It’s something that I definitely use my voice and my platform to speak out against. So it’s frustrating that people who have never met me in person like to make huge, incorrect assumptions about me and go and scream them and yell them from the rooftops online.

I just strongly feel that if we can’t get along within our own race, and have to point fingers and yell at people who we think don’t have our back when we don’t know anything about them — we haven’t listened to the facts, we haven’t seen the footage, there are no receipts to show that this person is not a proud African-American person who isn’t down to fight for equality for everyone’s sake — if we fight with each other so much that we’re tearing down our own race and our own community, how does that make us any better than the people in Charlottesville, carrying the tiki torches? How are we any better than those people, and how are we ever going to meet in the middle and finally be able to say, “Let’s be one unified group of people”? I just don’t understand how it’s possible, and that what makes me so upset.

Online outrage is at an all-time high right now, for sure. Everyone is on edge.

I think that we’ve got to figure out a way within our own community to stop tearing people down and stop making assumptions and looking for reasons to be mad. I don’t know what is happening in the world right now, but now is a scary time. People are looking for someone to blame and someone to point fingers at. I don’t think that Taylor Swift is the problem with America right now. People can try to make that be the issue, but there is a much bigger issue here in our country that we need to look at and recognize, and figure out what we can do to be a part of making the world a better place, to be nice and sweet and kind to each other, and to realize that racism is a huge horrible thing that has kept a lot of people down.

But I think it’s going to take every race, every minority, every gay person, every trans person, every straight person, waking up and realizing that we can’t do this alone. We can’t divide into our own little sections and decide that we’re going to secretly hate each other and be mad if one person goes over and shakes the hand of somebody on the other team. We all need to be one team. We all have to go out and extend an olive branch to each other and try to help each other out and try to build one another up. That’s the only way that we can be successful. That’s the only way that we can make this world the beautiful place that God created it to be. Spread love, and love each other. That’s what I try to do.

Did you engage with any of your online critics about this video?

I gave no negative tweets, didn’t argue with people on social media, had nothing to say to them. But I even went so far as to give somebody my phone number online so they could call me and said, “If you feel I’ve done something that’s offended you, or if you could shed some light on as to how me being involved with this video or being friends with Taylor Swift — other than the fact that she is white and you feel that she is the epitome of white privilege, the poster child for white privilege … If there’s anything you can do to shed some light to me as to how I can be a better example for young African-American kids growing up, then I would love to talk to you on the phone.” And I meant it. And I talked to them, and I felt like we came to a good place. I’m a humble person; I’m not opposed to taking constructive criticism.

There was a time two years ago where I would’ve damn near gotten carpal tunnel because I would’ve stayed up all night trying to argue back and forth [on Twitter], thinking, “What would Regina George do?” Now I’m adopting the policy, “What would Beyoncé do?” So I’m going to kill all these people with kindness. I’m going to be nice to them, and I’m just going to prove to them, one by one when they meet me, what type of person I am. Support my friends, be nice to people, and do what I have to do to be a good human being and play my part in society and in this crazy political climate.

Obviously I’m not diminishing the horrible things that have happened to get us to this point, but at this point we have a choice to either band together and fight and talk about the real issues and the real problems, and Taylor Swift is not the problem. If we can all accept the fact that there is a bigger problem and start having dialogue and talking to each other — not just with the people that it’s comfortable for us to talk to, our own people and people who look like us, but to people who might not understand where we’re coming from or what we’ve been through — then we might get closer to making this world a unified place, the way that Michael Jackson sang about in his songs and in his music. While I know that is not the theme of “Look What You Made Me Do,” I do believe that is the theme of Taylor Swift’s heart and the person that she truly is on a personal level.

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Look, I’m not Taylor Swift, so I can’t speak for her and why she does or does not choose to speak or not speak about any specific subject matter. All I know is that she has been nothing but a great person to me. Her family has welcomed me into their home and treated me like I was a member of the family. They’ve welcomed every single person I’ve ever brought around them. I’ve never felt like there was ever a moment that I couldn’t be myself, and talk about the fact that I’m gay or whatever. At Thanksgiving, we all sat around and talked about it, and there was another one of her friends there who was African American, and we all sat down and talked about racism and watched 13th on Netflix and talked about how important it was. It was one of the most beautiful conversations I’ve ever had, because sometimes as an African American person I feel like I can’t voice my opinion about how difficult it is to be not just an African American person in the entertainment industry, but how scary it is to be black in America, in even 2017.
—  Todrick on some of the criticism Taylor has received recently has to do with the fact that she has not been politically outspoken in the past years, like some of her peers. (Yahoo.com)
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Tom Holland Imagine: Comic Con

Summary: You and Tom meet at Comic Con while you’re both promoting your new movies

A/N: I saw The Lost City of Z today and almost died because it was so good. It’s literally my favorite book of all time and when I found out Tom was going to play Jack is almost cried.

Warnings: none

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Tom and the rest of the Spider-Man: Homecoming cast were in the middle of an interview when she first caught his eye. She was dressed in a blue floral dress when he saw her. Tom tried to keep his focus on answering the questions but his attention kept diverting to her smile. Her smile was the most enchanting smile he had ever seen and she had the most kind eyes of anyone he had ever met.

She was crouched next to a little girl and appeared to be singing. Although Tom couldn’t hear her, he knew she had to have the voice of an angel.

“So, Tom, got your eye on anyone?”

Tom snapped his head back over to the interviewer who was smiling at him.

Tom stayed quiet for a moment as he looked at Zendaya for help who simply giggled at the boy in distress.

“Um, I-uh… I don’t know. There’s one girl who I recently saw and thought was beautiful. But I haven’t had the chance to introduce myself to her yet…”

Tom could feel his cheeks heating up as the rest of the cast ooo'ed at his response.

Tom looked up to Harrison who was smirking at him.

Tom turned his gaze back to look for her, but she was gone. Tom felt like he was going to have a panic attack if he didn’t find her soon.

Luckily for him, the interview ended and he had 1 hour before their panel started. 1 hour to find the mystery girl.

Tom frantically looked around the mountains of people for the dark haired girl in the light blue floral dress. Tom prayed to whatever god was up there that he would find her and find her soon.

Tom was abducted from his prayers by a familiar voice calling his name.

He turned his head to see friendly blue eyes looking back him.

“Hey, kid. It’s been a while.” Sebastian said as he smiled sweetly at Tom.

Although they joked about having a rivalry, they were actually quite fond of each other.

“Oh, hey Seb. Sorry, I just saw this girl earlier and I’m trying to find her.”

“Oh? What’d she look like?”

“Ummm… dark hair, kind eyes, beautiful smile, she was wearing a light blue dress with yellow, black and white flowers on it.”

“I think I know who you’re talking about. Her name’s Y/N. She’s the voice of the new Disney princess. She’s probably in the break room, honestly. Or maybe try and find her booth?”

Tom nodded and took off towards the break room.

“Okay, bye, I guess…” Sebastian mumbled as he watched the lovesick boy run away from him.

Tom could hear people yelling his name for pictures, but he ignored all of them. He felt horrible for neglecting his fans, but he had to find her.

Tom finally reached the break room and saw the same beautiful smile from before as she read from a book of fairytales.

Everything felt like slow motion for Tom as he approached where she was sitting.

Tom had normally been good at talking to girls, but as soon as her e/c eyes met his, he felt hopeless.

His throat ran dry and he could hear his heart pounding in his chest while his stomach did cartwheels inside of him. He felt like he was no longer in reality, but placed in a fictional world of romance like in the movies his mom always watches.

Tom suddenly become aware of how much time had passed of him staring when he noticed her smile beginning to drop.

“Hi? Can I help you with something?”

And that was it. Hearing her voice. Her voice was as smooth as velvet and as beautiful as a sunset over an ocean.

Tom swallowed the lump in his voice and counted to three before blurting out a hello.

The beautiful smile returned to her face as she greeted him once again.

Tom’s cheeks heated up again.

“I’m Tom. I uh, I saw you earlier and I-I just, um-”

“He thinks you’re really pretty!”

Tom whipped around to see Sebastian standing at the door smirking, obviously enjoying the torture that the poor boy was in.

“Oh… is that true?”

Tom turned back to look at Y/N with wide eyes. He slowly nodded and felt his cheeks grow warmer if that was even possible.

Y/N smiled up at him before grabbing a notepad from the tables and a pen.

“Well, if that’s the case, maybe when you learn how to speak properly, you can give me a call.”

Y/N handed Tom the piece of paper that contained her phone number.

Tom smile brightly at Y/N before he heard them calling for the Spider-Man Cast to head to their panel.

“Maybe after this is over, I can take you to dinner? Would that be okay?”

“That sounds perfect.”

Billion Dollar Man

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Moodboard by @memoiresofaneternaldreamer

When you originally pulled the invitation from your mailbox you thought it had been yet another wedding invitation from one of your college friends. The elaborate gold writing on the black envelope, wrapped in actual lace. It was easy to assume from its elegance that it would be something like that.

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A few years ago, I worked giving out samples at Costco for a year, and these were the best/weirdest things that happened to me:

Around Halloween, a man and woman walked by my cart, with a little boy who was crying as if he was losing part of his soul. They all had strong and beautiful Indian accents. The man said, “Son, what’s wrong? Son, what’s bothering you?” and his wife sighed and said, “He thinks we won’t let him be a ladybug for Halloween.” The father straightened up and said, “Son, of course you can be a ladybug! You can be whatever you want!” and they slowly got the boy to stop crying. It was one of the most heartwarming moments I’ve ever seen.

An elderly man with a long and greasy beard stole my opened bottle of Tabasco sauce that I was using, and proceeded to tilt it over his mouth and drink as much as he could. He then made a noise like “Whee-hee!” and said, “You can’t say you’re from Georgia, unless you can do that!” while I stared on with a horrified face.

(I’m not even in Georgia, and now, I hope to never be.)

A cart rushed by me, two children clinging to the sides of it, and a third pushing it as the other two yelled, “Faster, faster!” A minute later, a very frazzled mother ran in and said, “Have you seen my children?!” I pointed, and she ran off again.

A toddler chose me specifically to tell a story to, about how one time he went to a swimming pool, and there was a slide he really liked, and he went down it a bunch of times. His mom gave me a look of “I’m so sorry,” as the kid spoke, but she should not have been sorry. It was awesome.

A middle-aged man in a suit tried convincing me (while I was shutting down my cart and trying to avoid him) that Obama was the Antichrist, and that the whole world was run by someone called “The Black Pope” who was baptizing space aliens, and that’s why he liked Mitt Romney better. I countered by telling him that Mitt Romney’s real first name is “Willard,” and that made him dumbfounded enough that I could escape and clock out.

i love waking up to the knowledge that paul lost in back-to-back seasons with a 5-4 vote two times in a row, having his fate decided by someone who hated both of the final two with a passion but ultimately despised him more both times, sitting in the same chair in the same exact outfit, while the girl who cast the deciding vote the previous year and the girl he lost to the first time watched him from the audience, canoodling with the guy he screwed over to get to the final two the first time as one of (if not the most) hated houseguests of all time (raven) hung off of him stroking his arm incessantly while her supposed boyfriend stood no less than a foot away, and then he had to go home to face the repercussions of his blatant racism and bullying, while the two people he lost to enjoyed being iconic winners (nicole being the first woman in final two to win against a man, josh being the second ever POC winner) and their 500k

Fall in love with a writer and she will remember every moment, every second she spent with you. Fall in love with a writer and she will keep those memories because one day she will want to write her love story with you and share it to the world. Fall in love with a writer and she will make the most painful day she ever had becomes a beautiful memory and made into book of tragedy with a beautiful pain. Those who read her writings will feel how much she was in love with you and how lost she felt when she lost you. And one day, people will talk about her book, how heart-breaking it is, and suddenly it becomes a movie. Your new girl wants to see the movie without knowing that it is about you and her. Seeing the movie, you remember again a lot of things. The day you met her, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear, the way she dance around whenever she was happy when no one was looking, you remember again all the things that made you fall for her. And you don’t know what to do about it because you threw her away years ago.
—  Excerpt from the book I’ll never write #53
Evermore

Summary: Loosely inspired by the song “Evermore” from Beauty and the Beast. Bucky had it all planned out. He spent days planning the perfect proposal - the perfect proposal for the perfect girl, but things don’t always go according to plan. 

Word Count: 1,731

Warnings: Angst


Originally posted by trevanterhodes


Bucky fidgeted with the velvet jewelry box nervously, pausing every now and then to glance back at the door to his apartment. Any moment, Y/N would come walking through, her warm smile lighting up the apartment. Hers was the smile that somehow managed to steal into his melancholy heart, the smile that melted the layers of frost and gave way to spring, the one that nurtured the tiny, fragile seeds of love little by little until they blossomed.

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I See Stars in Your Eyes (Must be Painful)

This is for the amazing @ackerchou who has graced us with Season 2 Voltron Actor!AU headcannons and I LOVED THEM ALL. I’m writing dancing Lance and kiddie Coran and Allura next. Watch me. Pls check them out because I wanna write a fic for all of them. And because she is awesome and made me feel better on a day I felt bad. There’s aren’t many spoilers for season 2 in this fic but just in case it is tagged. I hope you enjoy it!

x.V.x

              Keith was slightly ashamed to admit that he hadn’t watched the original Voltron before trying out for a part in the new series. In fact, he sort of, kinda, had never even heard of Voltron before until his first day on set as a Galra stunt double. That is until there was a surprise visit from the original cast from the 80’s Voltron series.

              Keith was only slightly mortified that he was the only one who didn’t know who they were.

              Especially since he had thought that Akira was an older stunt double and he had nearly flipped Akira on his shoulder when the man surprised him.

              Even after all this, Lance still wouldn’t stop laughing.

              And of course he had a video of Keith nearly flipping over the original leader of Voltron who was at least twice Keith’s age (but damn did he still look good) and very well known in the world of Voltron. The video even had Keith apologizing over and over to an amused Akira, while everyone stood around staring.

              Keith would remember this next time Lance wanted something.

              Currently he was hanging back in the background while the old cast of Voltron took a tour of the new set to see how far Voltron had come. There was awe and admiration thrown left and right from both the cast of the 80s and the cast of the 2010s. It was a strange sight to see the different cast members who played the paladins together, each very different in their own way and yet so perfect for each character they played.

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Not Okay- Jeff

Request: could you do a imagine where the reader is a new student and try’s to find a class instead of finding it she gets lost and goes in to the gymnasium where she finds Zach(or Jeff) crying because his girlfriend broke up with them and she tries to comfort him and they end up together.

I can do a part two if you like it and want me to continue. I ended up going with Jeff since I have a lot of Zach imagines right now.


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Not Okay- Jeff

Being the new student was never easy. Being the new student at a big ass school was even harder. It was the third class of your second day; which also meant that would be the third class of the day you’d be late to. You walked down another hall pretty sure you were just walking in circles. Theoretically room 108 should be between 107 and 109 but apparently that wasn’t how this school rolls. Thinking you finally found the room you opened the cracked open door to see a large gymnasium with most of the lights off; completely empty other than one student sitting on the bleachers.  

“Hey can you help,” you stopped when you realized the guy’s eyes were puffy and he was wiping away his tears, “are you okay? Actually that’s a really stupid question you’re obviously not okay. Do you want to talk?”

He nodded and you sat next to him on the bleachers completely abandoning the idea of going to class.

“I’m Y/N, any particular reason you’re sitting in the dark gym by yourself? Because that’s setting off many red flags in my mind right now.” You joked hoping to calm him down.

“I’m Jeff,” He started pausing to regain his composure, you tried not to notice that he was really attractive, “and this is my Tuesday ritual. You know cry my eyes out in the gym, scare the new girl, it’s really fun you should try it.”

You laughed and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “Look I may be a stranger and if you don’t want to talk about it that’s cool but I’ve been told I’m a great listener.”

“My girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend now, cheated on me.” He admitted casting his eyes downward. You took a moment to gather your thoughts. Most of them consisted of wondering how a girl could cheat on someone as beautiful as him, and as much as you hated the insensitivity of it you were also considering the fact that he was very single.

“Well for one that girl is insanely stupid because I’ve known you for like two minutes and I already know that you are an incredibly sweet guy. I know this is the most useless piece of advice ever, but you can’t let some girl who doesn’t even realize how amazing you are get to you.” You rambled completely unsure of how to help. All you knew was that you needed to find the right words, because he deserved reassurance.

“I know you’re right. I just don’t know how to just ignore her. I don’t know how to not let her get to me.” He admitted.

“Let’s skip,” you responded without thinking, “get out of here and do something fun. You need a distraction.”

“Isn’t it like your second day? You shouldn’t miss it.” He said sniffling slightly.

“I got the gist of it yesterday. It’s not like it’s my first day. C’mon we’re going anywhere but here.” You told him and stood up offering your hand to him which he took gratefully.

If I’m being entirely honest, not only is the FS scene from Tuesday’s episode my favorite FS scene ever, at least to me it’s probably the most beautiful moment in television history.

Just look at it. Every member of the team looks in at Fitz, and each one passes him by, unable to reconcile what they saw in the framework to who he really is.

But Simmons stops. She’s believed in him the whole time. She believed when he killed Agnes and Mace, she believed when he shot her, she believed when he told her she meant nothing to him, she believed when everyone else told her not to.

And when Fitz looks at Jemma, he thinks he sees someone who will never look at him the same way ever again. He can’t bear to look at her, see her disappointment. But when Jemma looks at Fitz, she knows she’s seeing the real Fitz- her Fitz- for the first time.

She comes in, she doesn’t say anything- what do you say to someone who’s lost so much?

Fitz starts to cry almost as soon as Jemma puts her hand on his shoulder, and it’s not like anytime he’s cried before. In the past, when Fitz has cried, it’s been mostly silent, a few tears running down his face, but in this moment when he cries he sobs. ( Note: this is the moment I also begin to cry.)
When she puts her hand on his shoulder, it’s become their little code- it means “I’m here for you”. Fitz is crying out of guilt and shame- after everything he’s done, she still believes in him? Simmons starts crying too, but not only out relief- the look on her face is of pain- she’s crying because she can’t bear to see him this way. (Another note: This is the moment where I have gone through an entire box of tissues)

Fitz is at his lowest point. He believes he’s lost everything that’s mattered to him- his genius has been used against him, he’s lost his friends, his goodness, Jemma- everything.

Then Simmons walks in. She puts her hand on his shoulder and holds him close to her, as if to whisper-“Not everything.

Enough Is Enough - Part 3

Summary: You have known Bucky Barnes your entire life and he is your twin brother’s best friend, so seeing him on a daily basis shouldn’t be all that much of a problem right? Wrong. You hate the guy, with a passion, and no matter how hard you try you just can’t seem to get rid of him. He is there, constantly, like some persistent little pest that refuses to leave from where it’s not welcome.

So what happens when you start to pick up on just why that might be? Will your strong opinion on him change or become even worse?

Note: This is the third part to my entry for Tay’s AU Writing Challenge I had the prompt  “I don’t hate you. It’s just that if you were on fire I wouldn’t piss on you to save your life, is all.” and chose to have it as a Bucky x Reader fic.I’m so glad that you are all enjoying this….your feedback is appreciated soooooo much <3 This isn’t the final chapter just incase you are a little unsure at the end. There’s still more to come!

Bucky x Reader (AU)

Words: 2,547

Warnings: A swear word, angst, and some bullying towards the reader.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

‘Enough Is Enough’ Masterlist

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“When it comes to you I am scared of everything….mainly losing you like I did my mom, my dad, and the rest of my family. You and Steve are the only people left in my life now and I’m scared that if I let you get too close to me then you will be taken from me. I figured you hating me was the best route to take.”

In all the years you had known the male stood before you this was the first time you ever heard such raw emotion coming from him and before you could say anything to him your heart broke at the sight of tears rolling down his cheeks as his own emotions finally got the better of him and his chest heaved with the sobs building up inside him.

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You had been stood staring at him for a good ten minutes now, mouth hanging open, as your mind replayed what he had just said over and over again. It was like it was being played on an endless loop until you finally accepted that he’d actually said it because right now you were definitely convinced you had just been hearing things. There was no way he just confessed his feelings to you….he hated you!

“Are you…..going to say anything or just stand there like some kind of shocked goldfish?”

Although there was an amused tone to his words the look in his eyes showed how anxious he had grown at your extended silence.

“I…” Your eyes turn to face him but words were still the last thing your mind was attempting to conjure up. But then your face soon distorts into an angry expression as the reality of what he said finally sank in. “…is this some kind of sick joke? Wait…..did you and Steve BOTH plan this?!”

The anger that was beginning to build up inside of you overrode any previous feeling of anxiety you’d had as you squared up to him and drove a single finger hard into his chest. His eyes widened in surprise at the last reaction he had been expecting from you.

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Something More

IMAGINE: Everyone knew that (Y/N) the youngest Baratheon and ‘enemy’ of Jaime Lannister, was the fairest lady in all of Westeros, she was expected to do traditional High Lady duties. What happens if she wants something more? And how does Jaime Lannister factor into it? 

[gif is not mine. loosely based on beauty and the beast.] 

warnings: one swear word

words: 1796


‘There may be something there that wasn’t there before…’


She was known as the most beautiful Lady in all of Westeros, men flocked from across the seas to ask her hand in marriage -specifically asking her brother for her hand in marriage. Every time though, she rebutted claiming that she was not ready, or they would have just used her family name or her wealth. She wanted to escape, escape the life that she was given, of course she knew that she was being ungrateful. Being the sister to the King of Westeros wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but she wanted more. She wanted adventure, her heart thumping, the adrenaline rushing through her veins.


“I just don’t get why you will not agree to the courtship sister, he’s beyond a great match for you and for the family,” Stannis stated as they sat around the table. He placed a forkful of sausage into his mouth and chewed.

(Y/N) groaned and leaned back into her chair, “I want to be with someone who has passion dear brother, not some coward.”

“Don’t let Tywin hear that.”

She rolled her eyes and drank some wine from her goblet, “Oh please, Tywin cares for Lancel as much as I care for the kennelmaster.”

Stannis quietly laughed at the antics of his sister, “You better tell Robert that.” He looked at sister for a moment and noticed the uneasy look on her face. “Is anything the matter?”

(Y/N) hesitated, not wanting to tell her brother the truth but at the same time it’s been gnawing at her for a while. With a deep sigh she looked at her brother, “Do you think there’s more to this? More to wearing fancy dresses, escorting men to the ball, going to balls, being trained as a mere accessory to a man?”

Stannis sat quietly not knowing how to start the conversation. “Of course you’ve never had to deal with this, you’re a man. You get to fight, to have that adrenaline rushing through your veins. You get to travel and see the world!”

He was about to reply when the door to the hall opened and there strutted Jaime Lannister. “Ah, the stags are here already.”

(Y/N) scowled at his behaviour. “I mean we have to, unless we want the lions to be selfish and eat all of the food.”

Jaime walked to the table, making sure that he was behind (Y/N), leaning over he took a piece of fruit from a bowl in front of her. She would never admit it but she enjoyed the way that his body felt against hers, even if it was just for a short moment.

“You know princess, with that kind of behaviour it’s no wonder why you’re going to end up alone,” the words were meant to be cutting, and it would have been if it was the first time that he’s spoken it to her. Instead of feeling hurt she gave him a sardonic smile and accidentally elbowed him.

“Oh, I’m sorry did I hurt you?”

Jaime gave her a fake smile and moved towards his seat.

“You should know better than to provoke the lion,” Stannis berated her quietly. “He’s known as a beast (Y/N).”

“Am I supposed to be in fear of him Stannis?” (Y/N) looked towards her brother, placing her knife and fork on the plate.

They both looked at Jaime who was now looking at a maiden who was placing food on the table, sensing the looks from the Baratheon siblings he looked over and gave them a wink, then turned his sole focus on (Y/N) and smirked.

Stannis turned back to his sister whose focus was on Jaime. He watched intently as her eyes narrowed when Jaime placed his hands on the so-called wench. He didn’t like this, he didn’t like what this could be. Jaime Lannister and his sister were not a good sign, especially the way Jaime looked at his sister and disregarded the maiden when she stormed off from the table. Clenching his fist, he decided he needed to talk to his brothers.


“LANCEL LANNISTER?” (Y/N) bellowed into the room, her black hair flying around her face, her brown eyes lighting up with anger. She stopped at the table where Robert was seated at, papers scattered around the table and men sitting around him. “I DID NOT REALISE THAT I WAS SOME PROPERTY THAT COULD BE SOLD TO ANYONE!” The men looked at each other and discreetly got up and walked away, knowing that if they were there they would be collateral damage between the two Baratheon’s with the biggest tempers.

Robert merely leaned back into his chair, “We have to agreement that you need a man to take care of you sister.” He raised his goblet, “Plus you already know that Lancel was in the contracts.”  

(Y/N) screwed up her nose, “You think I need a man to look after me?”

Her brother’s eyes widened, “No, of course not.” He rebutted.

“Then what is it?” She hissed, not noticing a certain blonde-haired Knightsguard watching with amusement.

“We need to fortify our allegiance with the Lannister family, they’re one of the strongest and wealthiest houses in Westeros,” Robert explained.

“Those aren’t your words Robert so don’t say them,” (Y/N) scowled at her brother. “Also you’re married to a Lannister if you didn’t notice!” She stalked up as close as she can to her brother, leaning on the table to do so, “Once again, I am not your property to be traded as you wish, other families can do that because they won’t say anything but you should know better. I will be married to a man when I choose to do so. I will not be one of those women who are forced into marriage when they are not ready nor do they love the person.” With a final glare at her brother she stormed off, slamming the door as she went.


(Y/N) paced back and forth, occasionally taking the time to look at the harbor and enjoying the ships and the ocean. “You know if anyone ever talked to a King like that their head will be on the pike.” She closed her eyes and took herself mentally to a place far away, far far away from where she stood. “But of course you can never shut your mouth can you?”

She finally opened her eyes to look at the man in front of her, his smirk firmly placed on his face, eyes glistening with amusement. “Do you have to be so…” (Y/N) pursed her lips trying to find the right word.

“Charming? Good looking? Dashing? Hung-like,” before he could finish his sentence he was cut off by her making a disgusted noise.

“So on all the time? Especially around me?” She always did wonder why it was only her that Jaime was so…Jaime like. The innuendos, the comments that can scathe a person’s ego if they didn’t brush it off.

Jaime hopped up and sat down on the balcony, “Because I enjoy the tormented look on your face.” He was quiet for a moment, a rare site to witness. “Lancel?”

(Y/N) groaned, “Don’t get me started. If my brothers can honestly think that they can just partner me with some blonde-haired coward.”

“He’s not a coward any more though,” Jaime interrupted. “Turned himself into a knight.” There was bitterness in his tone.

“He’s still a coward to me,” (Y/N) pointed out. “Always will be. He can hide behind that mask all of his life but we know better. He was the snivelling pathetic excuse of a man.”

Jaime let out a low whistle, “You don’t hold back do you?” (Y/N) laughed quietly, soon Jaime joined. It was a sight to behold, two so-called people who were barely friends laughing with no care in the world.

(Y/N) leaned against the balcony, holding her stomach, “I don’t want to marry him, everyone expects me though. Get married, bear his children and be the doting wife.” She bit her lip and furrowed her brows. “I want more than this life, more than dress nice, act nice, have sex with your husband but don’t get mad if he sleeps with other people.” (Y/N) let out a deep breath that she didn’t know she was holding. “I want to be able to dictate my life. It’s mine not anyone else’s.”

“You could always run away,” she looked at Jaime with an odd look on her face. It wasn’t one that she usually wore around him which ranged from scowls to disgust, this was mere curiosity.

“I think that can work if I’m not a princess,” (Y/N) reasoned out. Silence took the situation, (Y/N) looked over the harbor, while Jaime stared at her. “Am I so unwanted that the only person I can attract are men like Lancel?”

Jaime was taken aback by her comment. She was one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen, a certain eye catcher for any men. “What are you talking about?”

“You must think of me as shallow but I want someone who wants me for more than my looks. There’s more to me than that.”

He was quiet for a moment, “I feel the same way.” (Y/N) arched a brow and he continued, “Everyone refers to me as this beast who enjoys nothing but killing and fucking whores.” Jaime hopped off the balcony and faced the view with her. “No one ever thinks of what else I am.”

“To be fair you never let anyone see any other side of you. I mean I’m probably the closest, I see the witty, rude side of you.” She winked at him and he chuckled.

Jaime fell silent, “No one ever wants to see that side of me. No one ever gives me that chance.” Again the silence took over the conversation. They were both thinking how did they get personal in such a short time.

“You’re not a beast Jaime,” the comment made his heart thump against his chest faster than ever before. “An arsehole sometimes but not a beast.” She reached for his hand and once she found it, she held it tightly and squeezed it. “If anyone dares to call you that to your face, or even a hint of rumour send them my way.”

Maybe it was the way she said his name with care for the first time, or the way her hand felt right against his, or actually willingly touched him without fear that they would be hit with his sword. There were too many factors, but what he did know was that he suddenly felt something for her that was definitely was not there before.

THIS is the most important and meaningful moment between Jonerys. Why?? The fact that they stop their love making just to gaze into each other… they are confessing their love for one another without saying a single word… And the sigh from John, it seals everything. This moment is so intensely beautiful! Am I the only one who just wishes these two can just go away and live in a castle and have lots of Jonerys babies and live happily ever after?? I think I will repost this every chance I get because I need fans to agree with me or I will lose faith in humanity.

Thot Thoughts: Behind the Scenes

Note: From now on I’m going to use the phrase “honey relationships” to differentiate spoiled girlfriend relationships from SB/SD relationships - just for the sake of clarity. I’ll also be using the phrase “honey boyfriend” to differentiate spoiling boyfriends from sugar daddies.

One of the biggest differences between a sugar relationship and a honey relationship is the time that you are “behind the scenes.” What I mean by that is the real time and effort that we expend looking fabulous, maintaining our appearance and health, and doing the personal things we need to do to keep our minds and emotions right. 

As a sugar baby, the time you spend with an SD tends to be limited. Sure, you may have a night out - but how much time do you spend getting ready for it? A few hours doing your hair and makeup, all of the exercise and careful eating you do beforehand to maintain your physique, the careful shopping to find the perfect outfits, shoes, lingerie. It’s a lot!

What an SD sees is your final product: opening night. He doesn’t see what’s behind the curtain. 

Originally posted by lady-seashell

A honey boyfriend has more access to you, and therefore he’s going to see a lot more of those behind the scenes moments. This can cause problems! It can ruin the mystique and excitement. It can take away your magic as the prize that he’s worked so hard to attain. 

So what’s a girl to do when you live with your honey boyfriend or you spend so much time together that him seeing you behind the scenes is inevitable?

How to Make Behind the Scenes an Intimate Experience

1. Channel your inner glamorous goddess. Find yourself some beautiful dressing gowns/robes (on his dime of course)! I personally love kimono style robes because I think they’re flattering on everyone and since they’re floor length, you can literally be completely naked underneath and if you need to run out and grab the newspaper or change the laundry, at least you will look damn good doing it. 

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2. Lounge in style. Girls, I do not know of nor have I ever seen a single woman who did not look bomb in yoga pants and a slouchy, off the shoulder top. Get rid of your ratty around-the-house clothes and get some flattering, sensual lounge clothing. My go-to is The Limited - I really like their Lounge collection. Some athletic wear that’s more designed for yoga and pilates is also great for just hanging around the house, but the booty is poppin’ and your shape is lookin’ lit. 

3. Create a beautiful space where the magic happens. I have a vanity with my perfume, makeup, hair products, and a few pretty little tchotchkes to add decor (an expensive masquerade mask from a fetish event we attended, a small ring and bracelet holder, etc.) Play some sensual music while you get ready - jazz, classical piano, R&B, whatever your jams are. When you sit down to do your makeup and hair, your honey now sees you as not only a beautiful woman, but someone who has let him into your most intimate moments. 

4. Cut the ditz crap when you’re choosing an outfit. Every man I have ever dated has communicated to me the annoyance and frustration of dealing with my indecision in choosing outfits. It’s the equivalent of being in midtown traffic - start, stop, start, stop. Once you choose an outfit, stick to it! 

5. Make your health regimen Insta-worthy. This one requires some commitment, but try not to look crazy when you go to the gym if you know your honey is going to see you before, during or after. Yes, we know you’re there to sweat. But throwing on a pair of diamond studs and just making sure your hair is slicked back so you don’t have those random alfalfa frizzies doesn’t take much time. Having cute activewear is easier than ever because so many companies are entering the market. Some of my favorite coordinated activewear sets are from Old Navy! Just like you’d coordinate your bag and shoes to go to dinner, it doesn’t take much to just make sure your sneakers and headband are the same color - and it makes a huge difference. You go from “average attractive girl at gym” to “sugar baby at gym still looking fly as fuck.”

5. Some things should still remain behind-the-behind-the-scenes. Your bowel movements, hair removal methods, menstrual activities, pimple popping (don’t do it but if you do), face masks, foul smelling hair treatments all need to happen when he’s not around or behind closed doors. Nothing kills the fantasy of a dazzling sugar baby like the stench of a recently blown up bathroom - put that Febreze or Lysol spray within reach at all times. 

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You may need to get creative with when these things happen, but trust me - it’s worth it. As for menstrual activities - I have been using Thinx for several months now and my life has changed infinitely for the better. If you have a light to medium menstrual flow like me, you probably won’t even need to buy tampons or pads anymore! I haven’t for at least six months. 

6. Limit the negative self-talk. You wouldn’t air your insecurities to your sugar daddy. Why? Because you are marketing yourself as someone valuable and worthy of investment. You don’t draw attention to flaws. The tendency and the habit is to share those feelings with your honey, but try to nip that as much as possible. When you harp on that little bit of tummy fat, those stretch marks, and other “flaws” of your physicality, you draw his attention to them. He may not even have noticed them until you pointed them out! Case in point: I am very insecure about my teeth. I have a crooked smile and I always have. I said this in passing once to an ex-boyfriend who was shocked “I never really noticed, I guess I just like that your smile is different.” Mind you, after I brought it up, several times he asked me if I would consider getting braces. He got the boot for other reasons, but you see what I’m saying.

7. Give yourself ample time to get ready and avoid the manic panic. We all know stress is contagious. If you know it takes you two hours to get ready, give yourself two and a half if you can! That way you are relaxing, your man is watching this beautiful transformation, and you’re not running through your house like a bat out of hell trying to get your life together.


*edited because damn I really can’t count lmfao

Examples of Dead Fandoms, Part Two

Go here to read part one.

Let me reiterate something I said before: I actually don’t want to be right about any of these fandoms being dead. It always makes me sad when people lose passion for something, and something worthwhile goes unread or unseen.


The Pulp Heroes (the Shadow, Doc Savage, etc.)

The Shadow was the first and most famous of the larger than life magazine heroes, mostly published by Street & Smith, who came out during the Great Depression. They weren’t superheroes, exactly…but they were too uncanny, too bigger than life, their adventures too bizarre and fantastical, to be typical adventurers or detective heroes in the usual sense…they were in the same ballpark as Tarzan or Zorro, a kind of “transitional fossil” between grounded detective and adventure characters, and the later far out superheroes. 

I realized the reach these novels had in their own time when I heard this amazing story about none other than jazz great Thelonious Monk: he was obsessed with Doc Savage magazine. When he performed, the jazz man sometimes had a Doc Savage magazine rolled up in his coat. I have a hard time imagining that!

The reason the pulp heroes went away and stopped having pop cultural cache is simple: the audience for it went away. You have to remember that pulp hero stories were always a composite genre, meant to appeal to two audiences simultaneously: kids, who loved action and fantasy and heroism, and working class men, who also love action, but who also loved lurid mystery and gore. To appeal to working class men, there were always way more hints of blood, gunplay, dread/terror, and sex, but because kids also read these, it was all very subdued. If you realize that pulp heroes were meant to appeal to these two very different audiences with conflicting desires, the question isn’t why the pulp heroes went away, but rather, why they lasted as long as they did. 

What took the kid audience away from the hero pulps could be summarized in two words: superhero comics. Sales on pulps fell every year when they had to compete with comics, and the history of the pulp heroes in the 1940s is defined by their reaction to the challenge of comics, a little like the history of movies when they had to compete with television. 

There were three big reactions to comics in the 1940s from the pulp magazines: 

  1. They dissed comics. This reminds me of the 50s movies that called television “the idiot’s lantern.” The best example of this I can find is the Doc Savage mystery, The Whisker of Hercules. By all accounts, Doc Savage author Lester Dent hated, hated, hated comic superheroes, particularly Superman, who exaggerated the traits of his own heroes beyond what he felt an audience would believe. Whisker of Hercules is a novel where Doc finds criminals who who take a potion that turns them into Superman, gives them superstrength, the ability to leap tall buildings in a single bound, and the ability to move at superspeed, but in the end, they are ultimately bested by Doc Savage, who outsmarts them and reveals the Whisker of Hercules ages them to death. Lester Dent, you see, felt superhero comics were a passing fad without staying power.
  2. They created characters that were both in pulp magazines and in comics as well. An example of this would be Ka-Zar and Sheena, who was in both comics and pulp magazines simultaneously. Today, we’d call them “multimedia properties.”
  3. They created far-out pulp heroes that were aimed at a kid audience to lure kids back to magazines. The best example of this is Edmond Hamilton’s Captain Future, which was a pulp hero who was extremely kid-friendly, with robot sidekicks and a cute mouse pet, and a base on the Moon. 

While the kids who read pulp heroes were lured away by comics, the working class men were pulled away by a new invention: the “men’s adventure” paperback novel, which could have explicit sex and violence. James Bond (Casino Royale was first published in 1954) was more typical of the paperback heroes, as was gun-toting Mack Bolan the Executioner, a special forces guy who came back from Vietnam to find his family killed by the mafia, and who declares war on the mob with his special forces training and arsenal of firearms (he also directly inspired a certain Marvel Comics character you might be familiar with). 

Just like almost all pop music is either Beatles or Stones inspired, nearly all men’s adventure heroes are some variation of either James Bond or Mack Bolan. This leads us to today, where men’s adventure novels are either porn, or gun porn. If you’ve read this blog long enough, you can probably guess which one I like better.

Here’s another thing to consider when wondering why the pulp heroes went away. The Shadow, Doc Savage, the Spider, are really only a few years older than the superheroes. They were not separated by a geologic age, the way many histories lead you to believe: they came out in the same decade as each other. Doc Savage came out in 1933, and Superman came out in 1938, which is not really that much time difference at all. The difference may be that there is a publishing company (DC Comics) that views Superman and Batman as essential to their identity and that keeps them alive for that reason, whereas no company does that for the pulp characters. In fact, there was even some dispute early this century as to whether the Street & Smith characters fell into the public domain. 


Original Battlestar Galactica

I used to post old cosplay pics, and my gosh, were there ever a lot of OBSG images. The actor who played Boomer was a regular at early science fiction conventions (there was a time when it was considered unusual for celebrities to visit conventions), and when a new BSG show was announced in 2003 (believe it or not, there was once a time that a hard reboot of an old scifi property was rare), it led to one of the all-time biggest nerdrages in nerd history.

I hesitate to say this, but part of the reason that Star Trek and the Next Generation are discovered decades later by new fans is because they really are good shows, and OBSG is…well, it’s a challenge for a new person, with fresh eyes, to see just what got everyone so excited in 1978. The reason why BSG was a big deal is clear: most people who are fans of it are fans because they watched the show when they were children, so it’s imprinted in their minds (rather like 90s kids and “Saved by the Bell” or “Power Rangers”). OSBG fandom isn’t growing for the same reason that “Saved by the Bell” fans aren’t growing: it’s a product of hormones and nostalgia, you “had to be there” to get it. 

To me, this explains perfectly why people went ballistic when a BSG reboot was announced back in the stone age, 2002. For one, the concept of a reboot was so new that I remember I heard people wonder if this means their favorite characters from the original were dead now. More importantly, though, this is a fandom with a few core people who remember BSG from when they were kids, and therefore have strong feelings about why it works and doesn’t work. 


Prince Valiant

Here’s a test to determine if a fandom is dead: if a movie adaptation royally screws everything about it up, would people get angry and yelly and passionate? Remember how people got death threats over the M. Knight Shyamalan Last Airbender? Well, in the case of Prince Valiant, I don’t think anybody would actually care. This is surprising, because for years, when people thought of comics, they thought of Prince Valiant: he was emblematic of an entire medium. Years before the prestige of Maus, Persepolis, and the “graphic novel,” it was the one comic that was classy, that adults were alright reading. 

Why is it no longer popular? Well, copy and paste everything I said on Dick Tracy about newspaper comics here. But also, if you ever run into someone who really loved Prince Valiant back in the day, ask them why they liked it. The answer should be incredibly telling. Most likely, they’ll tell you they loved the beautiful art, that they loved the great style of Hal Foster’s godlike pen. They loved the sweep of the story and the epic feel. 

Here’s what they won’t say if you ask them: they probably won’t say they liked the characters. (I can’t think of one adjective to describe Prince Valiant’s personality - he totally fails the RedLetterMedia test). They won’t remember any moment that made them cry or made them feel a rush of triumph.

I swear, it is not my intention to be a hater and drink some haterade. That’s really not in my nature, because I am a positive person. The whole point of this blog is for me to share cool old stuff I love - negativity has no place here. But there’s a dishonesty, a willful obtuseness, in trying to understand why Prince Valiant stopped being a phenomenon, and not realizing that Prince Valiant is beautiful looking, but it doesn’t give us the things about stories that “stick to our ribs” and make it stand the test of time: great characters and memorable, earned moments. Praising a comic for having beautiful art is like praising a movie for the great special effects. You don’t want the one thing people to remember about your hero to be a haircut. 


John Carter of Mars

The fandom for John Carter of Mars is a little like Barsoom itself without the Atmosphere Factory and water pumped from the depths of Omean: dead.

To the modern eye, one of the weirdest parts of Carl Sagan’s Cosmos series is the 3 minute digression in the episode on Mars where Sagan starts talking about how he was the hugest John Carter of Mars fanboy ever, and how he dreamed of rescuing beautiful women in gallant swordfights on thoatback, with his fanboy narration intercut with shots of Frazetta and Michael Whelan cover art. This really happened. And this was typical of the kind of passion that John Carter of Mars inspired that you don’t see much of today. It’s so easy to blame the tanking of the movie adaptation, but the movie failing was a symptom, not a cause, of the fact there was no hungry audience to receive it.

Sagan was a huge John Carter fan: his car had a “BARSOOM” vanity license plate, and he wasn’t alone: without hesitation, I would say that Edgar Rice Burroughs was the most important and influential scifi writer of the first few decades of the 20th Century, so important that everyone defined themselves as either Burroughs-like (Leigh Brackett, for instance) or rejected the tropes ERB created (see: Stanley G. Weinbaum). John Carter of Mars didn’t inspire Star Wars. Instead, he inspired the things that inspired Star Wars (e.g. Flash Gordon). Edgar Rice Burroughs, not Faulkner, not Hemmingway, was the best selling novelist of the 1920s. 

Remember the last time I did this, and I was sincerely baffled why the Tripods novels have not had a revival? Well, when I got to John Carter of Mars, the answer came to me: the reason is that this work was so influential, so ubiquitous, that it has been strip-mined of creative power by imitators to the point that very little about it seems original anymore. Tripods, if it came out now, would just look like a Hunger Games rip-off despite the fact that if anything, it’s the other way around. The problem with John Carter of Mars is exactly the same: remember how the response to the trailer to the film adaptation was that this was Avatar Goes to Attack of the Clones? When, actually, Avatar and others got a lot from the Barsoom books. In other words, because John Carter was influential enough to create cliches, paradoxically, it is now seen as cliche.


Highlander

The Ghostbusters reboot had a big, big problem: it’s a remake of a movie that’s an untouchable classic, like Back to the Future. Any remake would inevitably be compared to the original and suffer in the comparison. Well, here’s one movie you could probably remake with a gender swap hero: Highlander. It’s not Back to the Future, Jaws, or Terminator; this isn’t a movie people can quote every line from. People know of Highlander, sure…people know things like the Queen song, “there can be only one,” electric swordfighting, etc, but people don’t actually care that much. People won’t go ballistic. Highlander is a remaker’s dream: it has enough name recognition to get sold and made, but it doesn’t have a legion of nitpicking nerd fans to second guess everything and treat the original like gospel.

Highlander used to be kind of a big deal: it had not one but two tv shows, and it had three movie sequels. Just like “Wild Wild West” was steampunk a couple decades before that term existed, Highlander was “urban fantasy” before that term existed. Because of the themes of urban fantasy and tragic romance, it always had a strong female fandom, and there’s no understanding Highlander without understanding that it was kind of the Supernatural of its day: theoretically, with its swordfighting and cool powers, it was trying to appeal to boys…but ended up building up a way bigger female audience instead. 

Posterity is really never kind to any fantasy property who’s audience is primarily women. Who, today, talks a lot about Gargoyles or Beauty and the Beast, for example, to pick two properties that used to have a strong fandom? The last one (B&B) is pretty amazing because it was created by two people immensely relevant to the zeitgeist of today: Ron Perlman (the Beast himself), and the show’s head writer and producer, a fellow by the name of George R.R. Martin. It could be just plain chauvinism over a “girl thing.” I don’t deny that plays a role, more likely, it could just be that scifi fans are immensely nerdy in a way fantasy fans aren’t, so they keep alive their favorite scifi artifacts. That, I think, is why we’re still talking about Terminator and not Highlander: Tolkien fans who write in Dwarf runes are a freakish exception. In general, fantasy fans are way less hardcore than scifi fans.


Magnus, Robot Fighter

Ever talk to any old gay nerds? They will usually tell you they realized they were hella gay because of three men: Robert Conrad in “Wild Wild West,” Ultra Boy from Legion of Super-Heroes, and Magnus, Robot Fighter.

Russ Manning’s Magnus, Robot Fighter may be one of the great subterranean sources of pop culture. Matt Groening admits that the aesthetics of this comic inspired a lot of Futurama. Magnus, Robot Fighter was such a nostalgia totem in the minds of the Baby Boom generation, on the level of the Mars Attacks! cards, that George Lucas, who was always very hands-off with supplementary material, personally requested Russ Manning come out of retirement to do the Star Wars daily comics.

Magnus, Robot Fighter is an interesting example of how comics only have cache and longevity long-term if they can successfully convert into other media formats. Comics are important, but comics are ephemeral. Superman is the king of comic characters, sure, but most people know about him because he made the leap from comics to radio, screen, and television. 

Magnus is all the more heartbreaking because he almost made the jump to a medium with durability - video games. Under circumstances too complex to relate here, Acclaim bought out all the Gold Key comic characters, and Magnus was generally considered to be the crown jewel of the lot. Because Magnus was too important an IP to screw up, and the development team was so inexperienced, Acclaim instead decided to make their first Gold Key game adaptation one of the minor guys, so if they blew it, no biggie: Turok, Dinosaur Hunter. The rest is history: Acclaim was so busy making sequels to the surprise hit Turok, Dinosaur Hunter they never got around to giving Magnus, Robot Fighter a game.

Part three is coming, so stay tuned. Believe it or not, I actually have a fandom from the past ten years on here! Can you think of any dead fandoms?

Soulmates AU (11)

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten

And on this night, and in this light (ao3) - screamtobeheard

Summary: “I think I’ll skip sleep, you’re a very comfortable pillow,” Dan tells him.
“I’m glad,” Phil says. He looks so soft and cuddly right now and on moments like these Dan swears he feels the tattoo throbbing on his hip. Or a different part of his body, he isn’t keeping track anymore.You get a tattoo once you fall in love, Dan’s been hiding his from Phil for a while now

Annoying Songs stuck in my head (ao3) - personalfreakshow

Summary:  Soulmate AU where you get a song stuck in your head, if your soulmate is singing it (and at random times as well, duh). Only, the thing is, you already know that you are soulmates, and you are living together. And it is just simply annoying.

Arrows That Pierces The Heart (ao3) - star4545

Summary:  Artist Dan is one of a few people that in a world full of soulmates is incapable of love, but his quirky neighbor Phil shows him that maybe there is love for him.

Beautiful (ao3) - SkiesOfSilver

Summary: Based on this prompt; you write something on your skin and it will show up on your soul mate’s skin as well.Imagine having a super artistic soulmate who draws flowers and designs and really beautiful patterns all over their arms and person 2 just sits there and watches the little lines appear on their arms and they can’t stop smiling and it’s their favourite part of the day.

Cancer isn’t a Stop for Everything (ao3) - Star4545

Summary:  Dan has leukemia, and doesn’t know how much time he has left. Phil rushes to spend as much time as he can with him.

Color Me Blue (ao3) - carefully_crafted_cliches

Summary: Everyone sees the world in black and white until they touch their soulmate for the first time.A soulmate au with a bit of 2009!phan.

English Bluebells (ao3) -  GlobZrt

Summary: The flower extended high in the air, when it droops, lowering its head. Its silk like petals curl up, forming like a bell. There were rows of them, their blue lavender color reminding him of the sliver of daylight before dusk

Found You (ao3) - mkouche

Summary:  Every person can see what their soulmate has written on their bodies.
Who’s doodling on Dan? Who’s printing on Phil?

[from blue to hazel brown] (ao3) - bisexual_dean_winchester

Summary: Dan likes old things. He likes antique shops and used bookstores. He likes mystery novels, and has everything except his life figured out.Phil likes comic books, and fluffy armchairs. He likes his job, and his life in general. Well, he tries to convince himself that he does anyways.Soulmate AU where the eyes of your soulmate are tattooed onto your arm from birth, they open when your soulmate is born, and grow as the person they belong to does.

My Giant Weeb (ao3) - Amys_Musings

Summary:  Prompt : soulmate marks. But one of their marks is in Japanese. “i thought I’d have to move to japan to find you but turns out you’re just a giant weeb”

Nemo Nisi Mors (ao3) - TinksMind_Thea

Summary: Phil has a super artistic soulmate.
Phil is also super forgetful.So when Phil writes down all his appointments on his hand, Dan ends up with constant reminders that, honestly, he can’t even read. So he decides to do little doodles everyday for his soulmate. A beautiful connection forms but will they ever find each other?
Or is this too beautiful to risk shattering?

One Second Closer (ao3) - goldenrose95

Summary:  Soulmate AU where you’re born with a timer on your wrist that counts down to the moment you meet your soulmate. Except there’s one other case when the numbers reach zero, and Phil doesn’t find out until he’s too late. Almost.

Pain Killers (ao3) - AllusionToReality

Summary:  Your soul mate is the only one who can hurt you. In a painless society, only the lucky ones experience the most tragedy, the most emotion. Some say they are the only ones to truly live.

quixotic (ao3) - lastphanhope

Summary:  Phil was always told his soulmate would be a beautiful girl with shiny hair and a good sense of humour. It’s not, his soulmate is Dan Howell, who’s got too many walls that Phil’s determined to break down, falling in love with him just happens in the process.

Singing Songs That Nobody Wrote (ao3) - Star4545

Summary:  If you have a soulmate, their favorite lyric gets tattooed on your body. Phil is a singer, and his favorite lyrics are his own. Dan loves the lyrics

Soulfinders (ao3) - JulienneJc

Summary:  In an Alternate Universe when we where born, we have a clock implanted on our wrist, counting down to the day we meet our soulmate

Wake Me Up Inside (ao3) - fluffycloudsofphan

Summary: For as long as Dan could remember, people have told him that you will dream of your soulmate everynight until you find them. Everyone has always explained there dreams to be pleasant and joy-filled.So why does he keep dreaming of his soulmate dying?

When the Clock Strikes Twelve (ao3) - Willow_Angel

Summary:  Phan AU. Dan is embarrassed by the time on his tattoo until he meets a handsome stranger at a party for the prince.

We Once Fell in Love (But Now We’re Just Falling) (ao3) - twentytwentytwo

Summary:  In a world where once you turn eighteen, you don’t age until you find your soulmate, Dan Howell is lucky enough to find Phil immediately. But then Phil dies from an illness and Dan doesn’t think he’ll ever be happy again. That is, until Phil get reincarnated a year later. However, Dan wasn’t ready to have Phil back in fear of losing him, so he flees from Manchester to London. Now Dan is twenty-four and Phil has found him for the third time. Will Dan let himself fall in love again, or will he be running from Phil for all of eternity?

You Only Have a First Meeting Once (ao3) - Willow_Angel

Summary:  AU. In which Phil has a strange time for his tattoo, and a handsome boy at the prince’s party has the same.

Friends (Part 2)

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I was listening to Scared To Be Lonely (x) by Martin Garrix & Dua Lipa while writing this. So many feels. Oh and I chose a random name for the VS’s model mentioned in the first part because I didn’t want to include a specific girl.

~Harry and you are friends with benefits and then you start to feel more than you should~

Pair: Harry Styles and reader.

Warning: sex mentioned and language.

This part is from Harry’s point of view.

Part 1


Harry wasn’t used to being with women like you. He had been with many before, but not a single one of them made him feel like you do. He wasn’t expecting a relationship, that was true. But it would be lying if he said he didn’t care about you. 

You and him met at a friend’s birthday party. You caught his eyes from across the room. You weren’t dressing up to stand out in the crowd but there was something about you that drew him in. He wasn’t sure if it was the confidence you showed when you talked to other people, or the way you threw your head back and laughed at a joke. He just knew that the moment your eyes caught his curious gaze from across the room and you smiled, he wanted nothing more than you naked in his bed when the sun went up. 

He found you very attractive. That was why he kept coming back for more after what supposed to be a one night stand. It wasn’t because you were the sexiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on, because most of his exes were those who appeared regularly on magazines’ front covers. But you were always more special. You were beautiful inside out and you are so smart. The way you looked at things differently, how you would always argue with him, how you’d prefer to stay in and read a good book, how you always challenged his temper and drive him insane, all of those things turned him on. Most of the women Harry’d been with were the opposite of him. You were more like his female version. He felt like he could tell you anything without being judged because you understood him. But from Harry’s own experience, he wasn’t good at handling a romantic relationship. He thought “it would be different this time" so many times in the past but never once it turned out to be true. So he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be more with you or he just enjoyed having you as a part of his life with no strings attached.

Harry agreed to go out with that model, Emily, just to prove to himself that he didn’t have “more than friends” feelings for you. She was blonde, skinny, tall and beautiful, like all the girls before. He thought Emily was sweet. She loved to laugh and she was very kind as she talked about her family most of the time. He enjoyed his dinner date with her. He didn’t tell you about Emily because he thought he didn’t need to, but he felt like he should have.

“M'sorry…but I cannot tell yeh what yeh want t’hear,” Harry had said to you. And those were honest words. He couldn’t have said no and he couldn’t have said yes either. Harry saw it coming when he said that. You kicked him out and told him not to come back. The one thing that he regretted most after was to do exactly what he was told. 

He left.

It had been almost a month of no phone calls or text messages from you. Harry was struggling. He never went on a second date with that girl Emily. He ended things with her before they could even begin. The first week without you wasn’t that hard for Harry. He would just keep himself busy during the day though when came the night, the thought of you would come haunting him. And the time after that first week was just torture. Whatever happened to him during the day he would think about telling you first but then he remembered you two had stopped talking. He would spend his nights at the bar and often ended up going home with a girl who almost looked like you. But he could never find one who made him feel the same. Harry didn’t want to be lonely but it seemed like he would always feel lonely unless it was you kissing him and touching him and calling out his name. He missed you he finally admitted to himself, not just the sex, all of you.

Harry had to stop himself from calling you every night, until one night when he was alone in his room and he was so drunk that he could not fight it anymore.

“Harry?” 

His heart stopped when he heard your soft voice on the phone. He missed hearing the sound of his name on your lips. 

“Pet…yeh still up?”

“Why are you calling me at this hour? Are you drunk?”

“I miss yeh.”

“We’re not doing this anymore.”

“No…Yeh get it wrong. M'not missing yeh ‘cause I’m horny…ugh…I’m kind of horny…but…” he said and laughed drunkenly. He heard you sigh and he could imagine your face with your eyebrows furrowed and your pink lips pressed together.

“You cannot call me when you’re drunk and bored again. We’re over, Harry. Go to sleep.”

We can never be over. Yeh know tha’,” he said almost out of breath.

“What do you want?”

“Can we please just…go back to normal?”

“What is normal, H? Tell me. Because i’m sure two friends fucking each other clearly isn’t.”

“We won’t have t’fuck. Let’s just be friends…”

“No H. I’m sorry.”

Harry didn’t understand why you were apologizing when it’d been his fault from the beginning. Maybe you were apologizing for having feelings for him when you both had made an agreement not to fall for each other. For the first time since he met you, Harry felt confused and desperate. He needed you. He finally knew he did.

“Love-” Harry started but you ended the call. He didn’t get a chance to tell you what he was thinking. And maybe what he was thinking wasn’t your concern anymore.


Part 3

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Wedding Day || Joe Sugg

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A/N: Another request!! I’m so happy to finally be fulfilling requests, and I hope i can open my requests back up soon (even though since i closed them i’ve had like fifteen more anyways but oh well). Hope the anon who requested it and you guys enjoy this!!xo




The day became night in what seemed like a blink of an eye. It was gorgeous, the sky above was littered with thousands of individual stars, and the moon caressed the beautifully decorated gardens; providing a sense of peace and calm. You were crouched down on one of the white silk grass covers, your wedding dress falling perfectly around you as you spoke to one of your little nieces with a soft voice.

You grin and pinch his cheek when his mother calls him over, leaving you to stand up and smile at his back. Arms wind around your waist from behind and so you turn around, a smile growing on your face when you meet eyes with your husband. “Hi.” You grin, kissing him softly and wrapping your arms around his neck loosely.

He stares into your eyes for a moment before pressing his lips together and smiling. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

You could only manage to reciprocate his loving smile before you were approached by Zoe, who was holding up her vlogging camera with a wide smile on her face. You can’t help but chuckle when she shoved her camera into Joe’s hands and pulls you into a tight hug. “You look so beautiful!”

“I think you’ve told me that about twenty times today.” You smirk in amusement as you both break away from the hug and she rolls her eyes at you playfully before taking back her camera from Joe, who walks over and wraps his arms around you. You both watch as Zoe moves her camera to show the viewers the space that she’d had a big part in organizing. “Guys, look how beautiful everything looks. Okay, let’s go find Tan and-” Her voice gets quieter and quieter as she walks away, leaving you to glance up at Joe with an amused grin.

“Why did we agree to let people vlog?” He asks, and for a split second he seemed serious, but then he began to laugh slightly and you just shook your head and rolled your eyes with a humored smile.

You place your hands on his chest, fiddling with the buttons on his suit for a moment before replying. “Because this way, we’ll be able to look back on one of the most beautiful days of our lives from so many different perspectives.”

He hums and grabs onto your hand, softly guiding you back toward the master table where you’d eaten earlier on, and you start talking to his father, who had cried more times than he’d ever admit during the last ten hours.

You hung around for a while, receiving so many congratulations and hugs from your guests, making your way around the grounds and carrying your little nephew around on your waist. Zoe and Alfie talked to you a little more for their vlogs, you and Zoe did some elaborate dances in front of the cameras and Joe threw you over his shoulder and almost dropped you on-top of the cake.

“Okay ladies and gentlemen, I think it’s about time our gorgeous bride and our troll of a groom have their first dance.” Jack speaks through the microphone from behind the DJ stand, a role he’d put himself up for the moment he heard you and Joe were engaged.

You can’t help but look over at him and laugh, throwing your head back as Joe sweeps you up off of your feet and carries you over to the dancefloor, where fairy lights were hung from the trees and white silk was tied beautifully all around you.

He places you back down on your feet and you stick your tongue out at him playfully, just as the music for your first dance began to play through the speakers. Your guests all gathered around the dancefloor, cameras, and phones being held in your direction as everyone cheered and whistled.

Joe pulls you into his arms, wrapping his own around your waist as you look up at him with a smile, winding your arms around his neck loosely. You sway to the music, and you giggle when he twirls you around, his touched delicate and sweet. You blink slowly and bite your lip, resting your head on his chest as you continued to dance under the watchful eyes of your friends and family.

When the song ended and you stopped moving, simply staring into each other’s eyes, there were three seconds of absolute silence before everyone broke out into cheers and screams of excitement and Jack took that as his queue to put on his mix track that he’d been working on for months.

You were spun around the dance floor, dancing with Alfie and Zoe and then picking up your nephew and having a little dance with him. You danced with Jonathon and Anna, and even managed to squeeze in a dance with each of the Buttercreams too, seeing as they’d managed to completely take charge of the dancefloor.

And then, when the clock struck eleven and you and Joe found yourselves just enjoying being in each other’s arms, slowly dancing to the music that was playing, you glanced over your shoulder at Jack who nodded and winked; letting you know that it was time.

You’d been planning this for a while, without letting Joe or anyone for that matter other than Jack know about it. Conor Maynard had moved to L.A for a few months and had previously let the couple know that he had really important prior arrangements and couldn’t make it to the wedding. Joe had acted like it didn’t really matter to him, but you could tell by the way his face dropped as he read the reply that it really did.

It was just your luck, really, that when Conor’s important week of meetings and studio time fell through and he could come, he’d called you and not Joe. That was when the two of you came up with the plan. You wouldn’t tell Joe that he was coming, and he’d only find out when Conor walked out onto the stage and began to sing the song that was playing when you and joe first met.

And so, you distract your husband with soft words as Conor walks out onto the stage with a microphone and Jack swiftly changes the track. The older Maynard brother began to sing, his voice melodic and perfect. Joe turns his head sharply toward the stage as everyone gasps and begins to clap their hands, leaving Joe to turn back to you and shake his head. “No way..”

“He called, and I thought it’d be a nice surprise.” You smile, and he pulls you into a long, loving kiss, before pulling away and leaning his forehead against yours. With a hum, you wrap your arms back around him and begin to dance along to the song, only looking up to meet eyes with Conor, who winked and smiled at you quickly before he continued to sing.

Your wedding day couldn’t have been more perfect.

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.