Lol my videos of MW đđđ What an act... It's OK beard, just being there convinced some people. However it made people also see it's totally fake. You won't last.. Just like the others đđ€Ł
Apperently she kissed him when she got out of the car... Ya he looked real thrilled at that. I saw her walk in and talk it up with SS and RR wife. Then after awhile they kinda ignored her so she looked awkward and pouty. Sam passes without even looking for her, her face to him says it all. Love? Ya OK. However in the corner you see AN the real deal beaming at Sam. Then he smiles at MW and comes over to talk to her..
Real relationships do NOT look like this. Awkward, pouty. If nerves are involved your bf or gf should bring comfort to you. This was not a good look at all. It just proved how PR it is. I also was in the theater and Sam was on stage with Cait who BTW was STUNNING!
He still seemed off.. Perhaps made MW actually kissed him? Not the deal they originally made? Anyways after the showing which... Was sooo phoned in, it was bad... Sam who from what I saw didn't sit with MW, stood up like there was a fire and proceeded to walk fast. While MW trailed behind, he didn't hold her hand or put a hand on her back, he didn't even stop to see where she was. He looked around to the seats but not at her. He didn't look in love or even happy. She just followed. She's Def a stage 5 clinger guys. đđ Overall Richard looked, AMAZING! đđđ
BTW RR wife didn't look bored or pouty, and he actually acknowledged her. Js... Sam's real + 1 was Alex... Nobody can convince me otherwise.
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I still don't understand, at this point I don't know if it's a flaw of mine, that all those gestures like posing in photos, carrying bags, matching clothes and identical accessories are some kind of demonstration of the deep love that someone has for another. Because if this is the case, how superficial is it all, right? Everything they see as a gesture of love is completely external; there's nothing that comes from within.
I've talked about this a few times with @sgiandubh; when I've gone to different SH events I've been surprised that most of the people who follow SH are much older than me. And seeing what they call love I'm even more surprised, what experiences have these people had?
There are certain aspects of expressing love that are very personal, it's true. It's not the same for an extrovert as for a shy person, or someone who has had complicated or failed relationships, that always leaves a mark. However, all of us who have ever been in love, or even more than once, know what it's like at the beginning. Those furtive glances you can't avoid, the butterflies in your stomach that always manifest as nervousness, and above all, that silly little smile that sticks on your face, which, even if you don't notice it yourself, is like an open book to others.
For many people, this infatuation phase lasts for a while; for others, it lasts a lifetime. I've known some very old couples who looked at each other as if they were the only two people on earth. It's also true that infatuation and love aren't exactly the same thing; the latter usually comes after the former. But damn it, we've seen pictures of this supposed couple almost from the beginning, and forgive me if I'm being a bit harsh, but any pig in a sty looks at the stale bread they've been given with more relish than SH looks at MW.
That's my elephant in the room, or rather, the lack thereof. Where are the glances, the silly little smile, from a guy who spends all day with a grin plastered on his face?! The affectionate gestures (he does them, we've seen them before), the complicityâŠ
I'm sorry, but if this is the great love all these people are buying into, I understand why the world is in such a mess. And that's very sad. This means they'll buy anything sold to them in the name of something real, not because it doesn't existâreal love doesâbut because they can no longer distinguish it. Someone will sell them a lame duck and they'll see a swan.
I'm sorry SH, but right now you're not my favorite person, not because of the relationship itselfâyou're the one dating her, your life, your rulesâbut because you're trying to sell it to all of us with every possible resource at your disposal, and excuse me, but this is a scam.
"On the other side of all I've had and lost, would it be enough, or would I still be wondering?"
BACK TO SCHOOL BLUES MASTERLIST
STARRING: theatre actor!oscar and a silly showmance. but he's left, and it's too late. and now you're stuck wondering. no warnings, only swearing.
NOTES: to my dearest @starry-132173, thank you for reminding me how dearly i adore this song, and this show <3. tad angsty but it all works out :,)i also based this off 'just a moment' too!
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It is just like that: you watch Oscar Piastri leave. Oscar, your Oscar, who youâd once scorned when heâd auditioned alongside you all those months ago. And now, heâs taken his ticket, and he is gone. You never grasped hard enough. What a ridiculous regret.
It comes to you in flashes, the moments that had made you realise he settled under your ribs as easily as oxygen. Feeding you lines on tech runs. The way the lights caught the edge of his jaw. The way, no matter how many times you told yourself it was fake, he hesitated before he would kiss you. When youâd have to pretend you werenât searching for his name on the rehearsal sheet. How every run, every setback, felt bearable when heâd gently squeeze your hand backstage.
Youâd promised yourself youâd never let the fold of curtains and too many hours and bitter coffee deceive you again. And yet, here you are. Eyes, dangerously close to welling up. The image of him, giving you a shy wave, backpack slung off one shoulder. No matter what, you wouldâve lost. If youâd ran up to him, told him the truth, and then watched him go anyway. Still, staying silent had been a different kind of betrayal, a different type of knife in the gut. Maybe you were being dramatic. That was the only way you knew how to be. And it was logical. Youâd both been doing theatre for so many years, and he had never once crossed a line. So, the odds werenât favourable. Still, you canât help but wonder. What if, when youâd first noticed you breathed easier with him around, youâd said something? And what if, in between meticulous blocking and memorised lines, there was some truth in his confession? If youâd been braver, maybe it would be different. On the other side of having him and losing him, which is maybe better than never having him at all.
You pick up your phone. Itâs a personal attack when a photo of the two of you from closing night flashes. You forgot that it was in your rotation of lockscreens. Cruel.
Still, when you admire the way youâre both subtly trying to glance at each other, the way his knuckles are nearly white as he grips your hand, you hesitate. You do not reach for your headphones, do not try to find a playlist nearly as miserable as you. Instead, you call him.
âHey, Oscar.â
Thereâs the sound of steady static, and for a moment, itâs your only reply.
âHey? Please donât tell me I forgot something.â he mumbles, and you exhale a little at the sound of his voice. Youâre slightly confused by the clear nerves, but his shallow breathing matches your own.
âAre you- are you okay to talk right now? Or just listen? I have something Iâd like to say.â you begin, fiddling with the edge of your sleeve. You can imagine him raising an eyebrow in curiosity, the slight confusion on his face.
âUm, yeah. âCourse.â
You smile a little, even though your wall is the recipient.
âOkay. Look, maybe I shouldâve done this before you left, but I wasnât brave enough. And now youâre gone, so I figured itâs okay? You can just, I donât know, block me. After this. If you want.â
He chuckles now, and the sound makes your stomach flip shamelessly.
âIâm not going to do that. You know I get withdrawal symptoms if I canât bother you at least once a day.â
The memory hits like a punch. When youâd been disappointed to see his name beside yours on the cast list, and you still werenât over it two weeks later. When heâd messaged you twice in the span of thirty minutes, and youâd got so irritated youâd snapped.
âDo you have to bother me every day? Itâs like youâre fuckinâ addicted to annoying me.â
âYou got me. Hands get shaky if I donât ask you politely what scene weâre running in the morning.â
That was the first time heâd made you laugh, and the last time any message from him had aggravated you.
âI think I like you. In that pathetic, âwe did a show together and I think about our stage kisses a little too oftenâ kind of way. And Iâd really appreciate some type of script right now, because I have no idea what to say. I mean, was it just a part that we were playing? âCause it didnât feel like we were faking. I barely even, fuck, I mean. I had to force myself to stop loving you when the curtains closed.â you confess, all in one ridiculously desperate breath.
The silence on the other end hurts, and the butterflies in your stomach decide to substitute their wings for blades.
âOscar?â
Thereâs the sound of a crack, and some rustling, and then some unintelligible cursing. Then the line, with one last fizzle of hope, goes dead.
You hadnât expected such a blunt reaction. Itâs actually so shocking, at first, that you donât quite react. You blink, and you breathe, because thatâs pretty easy to manage. But you donât stop tugging at your sleeve, and your knees stay tucked into your chest. You bite back the type of tears that only fall because of rejection, and you let yourself mourn and recover simultaneously. At least now, there is no what-if.
Your phone blares dramatically loud about a minute later. You almost donât pick up. But you realise youâre far too hopeless to not secretly want to hear his voice again.
âShit, sorry about that. Dropped my phone. Anyway, where were we?â he asks, and you want to laugh, but youâre still fragile.
âOscar, donât be mean.â
You can hear the thudding of feet, and then the angry honk of a car, and the beeping of a crossing.
âSorry, just almost got ran over. And Iâm not trying to be mean, thatâs unfair. Just asking about where we left off.â
âGod, you are infuriating.â
âPretty sure thatâs not what you were just saying-â
You cut him off with a confused question.
â-Are you not, like, on a bus right now?â
He clicks his tongue.
âYeah, not really. I got off, after you called. Dropped my phone as I was going down the steps, which was embarrassing. I heard the driver snicker at me.â
He laughs at himself now, but it sounds a bit strangled.
âOscar, what the fuck?â
âLook out of your window. Thatâs your window, right?â
You get up, opening the blinds. And there, standing directly under a streetlight, stands a boy. Heâs waving both arms frantically, and you raise an astounded palm back.
âIâm going to hang up now. I hope thatâs okay.â
With that, the line goes dead again.Â
Thereâs nothing graceful in the way you tumble down the stairs, flinging yourself out of the front door, forgetting to care about your white socks quickly staining.
You hear a yell of your name from the kitchen, and some flurry of movement, but you do not hesitate.
You continue to lack grace as you tumble into Oscar, giggling at his noise of surprise at your borderline attack.
âHello. Youâre insane.â you accuse, but itâs hard to get the words out because of how heâs looking at you.Â
âHello. You might be right.â
Thereâs that all too familiar hesitation, in the way he brings a hand to the side of your cheek, and the gentle lean-
â-Oh! Oscar, do come in. Iâve just put some pizza on. I thought you were meant to be heading back home today?â
Your mother seems completely oblivious of her interruption, and you would be annoyed. But when he reaches for your hand, you both explode into a fit of overly-joyous laughter. á„«áĄ.
Relationships today are increasingly shaped by how they appear to the outside world, especially on social media. This habit of showcasing love and happiness, often referred to as "showmance, or showmance " can blur the line between reality and performance. While it may seem harmless to share happy moments online, the motivations and consequences of such actions reveal deeper psychological patterns worth exploring.
What Is Relationship Showmance?
Relationship showmance refers to the tendency to display oneâs relationship publiclyâwhether through social media posts, exaggerated public affection, or over-the-top declarations of love. The term originates from blending the ideas of "show" and "romance," reflecting the theatrical nature of these displays. Initially associated with celebrity couples who gain publicity from dramatic romantic sagas, psychologists have since recognized this behavior in everyday relationships.
Youâve probably seen it yourself: friends flooding your feed with endless couple photos, romantic captions, or dramatic declarations of love. While it might initially spark admiration or envy, a closer look often reveals undertones of artificiality. Why do some couples feel compelled to "perform" their love rather than simply living it?
The Psychology Behind the Need to Show Off
At its core, showmance often involves compensation. A healthy relationship naturally brings fulfillment, mutual respect, and love. However, when individuals feel insecure about their bond or personal worth, they often resort to public displays to validate their happiness. Think of it as a way to prove to themselves and others, âLook, I made it. Iâm not a failure in love.â
Psychologists link this behavior to attachment styles and self-esteem. Individuals with an anxious attachment style may, as one way of coping with their fear of rejection, engage in public displays of affection to project an image of a perfect relationship. Itâs a form of self-defense against internal doubts and external judgment. Showmance acts as a shield against feelings of shame, failure, or inadequacy.
Is It Always About Insecurity?
Not necessarily. Sometimes, people engage in showmance to target specific individuals, like an ex-partner. Known as "Gatsbying" in popular psychologyânamed after the character Jay Gatsby from F. Scott Fitzgerald's novel, it refers to crafting an idealized image of happiness to elicit envy or regret in someone elseâthis behavior involves crafting an idealized image of happiness to elicit envy or regret in someone else. Itâs less about the current partner and more about proving a point to someone from the past. Unfortunately, this approach often dehumanizes the current partner, reducing them to a tool rather than a true companion.
In other cases, showmance stems from personality traits rather than solely from insecurity. For example, individuals who exhibit strong histrionic traitsâthose who thrive on attention and dramaâmay find public displays of affection and relationship details a natural extension of their personality. But even in these scenarios, the focus often shifts away from genuine connection to external validation.
The Dark Side of the Perfect Image
While relationship showmance might seem like a harmless or even playful activity, it often masks deeper issues. Paradoxically, many couples who publicly project perfection are struggling behind closed doors. A curated online image can mask real pain, dissatisfaction, or even abuse. For example, victims of domestic violence may maintain a façade of happiness to avoid judgment or exposure, while their abusers use this façade to protect their own reputation. It's important to emphasize that while showmance can mask abuse in some cases, it does not imply that all couples who engage in it are hiding abuse. This distinction is crucial for avoiding harmful generalizations.
This disconnect between appearance and reality can be dangerous. By continuously performing happiness, individuals can lose touch with their own emotions, confusing the illusion of love with its genuine experience. Over time, this self-deception can lead to emotional exhaustion and disillusionment.
How Showmance Harms Real Relationships
Publicly showcasing a relationship can introduce unintended consequences. For one, it places undue pressure on both partners to meet unrealistic expectations. When love becomes a performance, partners may start prioritizing appearances over authenticity. Instead of addressing real issues, they focus on keeping up the charade.
Additionally, showmance can drive a wedge between partners. If one person feels used as a prop for social media or public approval, resentment can build. The relationship becomes less about mutual respect and more about serving the needs of one partnerâs ego.
Finding Balance: Healthy Expression vs. Performance
So, how do you know if your relationship is real or just a performance? Start by analyzing your motives. Ask yourself:
Do I share moments because they genuinely bring me joy, or because I want validation?
Am I posting to celebrate my partner, or to compete with others?
If no one could see my relationship, would I still feel the same about it?
True intimacy thrives in spaces where trust, respect, and vulnerability exist without the need for external validation. While sharing special moments isnât inherently bad, the key is to ensure it comes from a place of genuine joy rather than insecurity or compensation.
The Benefits of Privacy
Keeping parts of your relationship private doesnât mean youâre hiding something; it means youâre valuing the bond for what it is, not for how it looks. Privacy allows couples to focus on building a strong foundation without external distractions or judgments. This aspect of relationship health is often overlooked in our hyper-connected world.
Moreover, privacy fosters deeper connection. When love isnât broadcasted, it becomes a shared secret, strengthening the bond between partners. Itâs not about rejecting public expression altogether but about finding a balance where your relationship is more about being than performing. Finding this balance is key to a healthy and fulfilling relationship.
Final Thoughts
Relationship showmance might seem glamorous, but it often reveals more about individual insecurities than genuine connection. By understanding the motivations behind this behavior, you can avoid falling into the trap of performing your love rather than living it. A truly fulfilling relationship isnât built for an audience; itâs built for the two people involved. So, next time you feel the urge to showcase your happiness, pause and reflect. Are you sharing loveâor simply acting it out?
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i still have many goals in life but the goal of having a picture of myself doing someone's eyeliner at emo night has been achieved. it's a really good picture.