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Sing me a song of a Show that is gone🎶🎶🎶🎼🎵
Oh, standard bearers of the quiet life,
Who loathe the public glare and flashing light,
Yet somehow drop a hint about a future wife
In every anonymous dm you write.
You crave the shadows, or so you both claim,
While whispering secrets to the Tumblr news,
An actor trapped inside the web of fame,
And she, who tracks her paparazzi views.
"Please respect our privacy," you sigh,
Then post a blurry photo of a ring,
With captions like: “The future’s drawing nigh…”
And “Change is such a beautiful, hidden thing.”
Since low-key modesty is your true art,
And keeping secrets is your greatest pride,
Here are some quiet ways to start
To let the world know she will be your bride:
Skywrite the date in neon pink.
Keep it subtle.
Leak a pda tape to the press.
Blame a hacker.
Rent a billboard in Times Square.
Just a small one.
Hire a flash mob for the gym.
Act surprised.
Tell a talk show "no comment."
Wink three times.
Post an ultrasound (no matter what part of the body) on TikTok.
Filter it heavily.
Go forth, sweet hermits of the silver screen,
And hide your love inside a stadium roar.
We promise not to look at what is seen,
Until your next exclusive tells us more.
Ode to The poem that struck a nerve
She scrolls the depths of Tumblr's pit,
And weeps at every scathing hit.
Then runs to him, her famous beau,
To put on a defensive show.
"A Story, quick! Defend my name!
Tell them I’m sweet, dispel the blame!"
She begs him for a glowing post,
Because she needs to be loved most.
He sighs and taps the glowing screen,
To paint her as a saint serene.
But while he posts the polished spin,
The whole world sees the farce within.
No filter hides the desperate ploy,
A fabricated PR toy—
Where all can see, both far and wide,
The hollow act she tries to hide.
For everyone sees right through the fragile act,
Her thirst for love is a well-documented fact.
The more she begs for digital applause,
The more the internet dissects her flaws.
And no amount of Stories he can share,
Will ever make smart people truly care.
The Biker Poem
She grips the handlebars with frantic dread,
The massive iron frame weighs tons, she said.
She tries to lift the beast, but it outweighs
The flimsy Hollywood romance she plays.
Her boots slip upon the dusty floor,
She cannot balance this machine of war.
It tilts, it leans, her muscles start to strain,
A heavy metal source of public pain.
The actor revs his engine, ready to depart,
While hundreds pounds of steel keep her far apart.
She drops the 'biker vibe' before she even starts,
Crushing her ego and her lying heart.
Sam started following a restaurant in Edinburgh called ARDFERN.
Thank you anon. Everyone please practice your shocked faces for when it turns out to be the restaurant in question. While we’re all on the edge of our seats waiting for new photos, that will surely be exciting and overflowing with love, I’d just like to remind everyone that, as can be seen above, this is all part of a game Sam and Purv are both very much a part of.
But I’d like to offer another possibility: are the photos even necessary anymore?
The story is already out there. It already managed to get a few people here jumping out of their seats, so God forbid we forget Steph exists for even a second. So Purv and her magical "global team", don't even have to post any photos, it will be absolute truth for Purv’s army of sock accounts anyway.
And the proof? Sam’s follow, of course.
Who actually needs to drag himself all the way to Edinburgh with a woman and child he may or may not even like, when you can get the exact same effect with a useful blogger and an Instagram follow?
Personally, I’d love to see these photos, if they exist. I’m always encouraging Sam to improve, and maybe this time he’ll even look at her. SQUEE!!!
This has become so stupid it’s exhausting. The fatigue is visible across the fandom, and my guess is that with 3-6 more months of games like these, there won’t be many people left here to laugh at the joke Sam is making of himself with her. Purv will keep talking to herself, Sam’s mommies will keep crowding his events, and the wider circle will keep shrinking.
I’m sorry I haven’t posted all the anons I’ve received over the past few days, will hopefully get to them later. But one anon asked why I think Jamie Roy went to the match in Miami and Sam didn’t.
So beyond Sam’s marketing failure with the Tartan Army, unfortunately for Sam, Jamie is the new Jamie now. And maybe this is the first real spark of Sam’s imminent irrelevance.
Until recently, I still hoped he would wake up, understand where things were heading, catch it in time, and change direction. Build an image that would actually serve him, instead of this circus that anyone who so much as sticks their head inside can see is rotten from within. Take care of his businesses. Expand his audience.
But for now, it seems he’s mostly investing his energy in manipulating the fans who still care about him.
The hourglass that flipped when the show ended just keeps running.
I think all this effort to appear organic and genuine is an attempt to win over more supporters and erase the terrible timeline of this "romance." I’ve seen plenty of comments in Facebook groups—where people don't have to be nice (since the celebrity won't be reading)—and whenever a Purv's reader posts about the timeline of this "romance of the century," lots of people make jokes, pass judgment, and are shocked by the fact that the song used in the trailer is by her late husband.
What surprised me was seeing the comments from some "Mommies" about Sam's new look. Many are criticizing the tattoo, while others say they expected him to choose a different woman—someone who better matched his vibe. Perhaps TC doesn't realize that the followers on her "professional account" fawn over her on Instagram but share their true opinions about her in Facebook groups.
The equality shirts walked so whatever this is could run 😬
Same sexual chemistry 👯
Surprisingly, this is a characteristic of couples who are insecure and, in some way, disconnected. That is why they feel the need to use something to outwardly declare that they are a couple—because, without those things, no one would notice. The difference with a truly connected couple is that they do not need any artificial means to publicly demonstrate their relationship; anyone who sees them together immediately perceives the connection. Note that this applies to cases where it is taken to an extreme. It is normal to wear an accessory that matches your partner's—at a wedding, for instance—or a ring commemorating a special occasion. However, anything that goes beyond that and creates a "twin-like" look is more a sign of disconnection than connection.
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Siempre resulta refrescante ver a dos amigos tan empeñados en confundir a absolutamente todo el tiempo a todo el mundo...🤭
It's always refreshing to see two friends so dedicated to confusing absolutely everyone around them...🤭
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Unless Sam has the hands of a 9 yo girl nail polish and all its not his hand around anyone’s neck , actually if you look at his shoulder his arm seems to be by his side . The pic in question is already gaining logical speculation re its validity possibly digitally edited . Also no one seems to know the origin of it , no tags of anyone.
Dear Hands Anon,
I am very sorry for the delay - this is, once more, a quite hectic week in my own country and yes, that directly impacts me, splitting my attention in a bajillion different places at once and scattering my stupid shipper brain. Therefore, it's only fair for me to tell you that I am also sorry for mistaking what obviously was the little girl's hand around her mother's neck for S's hand, in that rather infamous 📸.
The lack of rings on that right hand was obvious and still I have completely missed it. Point taken, and I apologize for my uncharacteristic sloppiness.
But there is another thing that gave me pause, Anon. Just before the Holy Family pics were taken, we logically have another one, way more candid and honest. The troll dutifully posted it, stupidly insisting on the 'matchy-matchy' details that her below average audience loves.
But I saw something completely different, because body language and micro-expressions never lie. So, I will begin by telling you I have seldom seen three people more disconnected than these, even if they seem to pose together:
[Source: I am sorry, I have no idea where the troll found that pic. However, I am using it, because this is almost case study material]
The red line marks the disconnection between S and Madam Mao, in this particular order. Both seem to play along whatever the Playbook of the Day was supposed to be -perhaps even 'matchy-matchy' for the masses' delight - but the one who engages the disconnection is S.
Still, S is clearly in Madam Mao's comfort zone. The bodies seem to be aligned -but not completely, and this is important - and roughly facing each other. His left and her right hands are resting on that motorbike, in what could be misread as mirroring. My green arrow is crossed, though, because something was needed to logically wrap up the visual context and tell an organic story. That something was S's right hand touching Madam Mao. It doesn't, and this is exactly where the pic starts to tell us way more than intended. Through this lens, this is not mirroring - this is two people instinctively anchoring themselves to something (the motorcycle) that just happened to be there. While S 's anchoring to the motorcycle means he unconsciously wants to dominate (his motorbike, his event, the silly narrative he wanted to spin), Madam Mao unconsciously wants to belong/be included in the pic. Yet she somehow fails to achieve it, because anchoring herself to that bike like someone who drowns is not enough to occupy the space she is supposed to, since S is disconnected from her, as we just saw.
S's chin is jutting forward. He is probably asking something or explaining something to Madam Mao. She doesn't look thrilled: her smile is asymmetrical and her eyes are not smiling at all. She is not focused on S, but on the information being conveyed to her. She even looks mildly uncomfortable: her jawline is tense. Conversely, she disconnects herself from S (red line), with a very clear, self hug barrier gesture that is also an instinctive shield between S and the little girl.
Now, as far as body language goes, self hugs are a PITA, because they always reveal the truth. But hey, you don't have to believe me - perhaps these guys would be more credible?
[Source: https://www.scienceofpeople.com/arm-body-language/]
That's a stark contrast to the calm, reassuring, borderline enlightened persona she would like to project on her socials, and otherwise. The smile is polite, but it is a mask. Her eyes are monitoring something and, one more time, the gaze lacks warmth. Her body is even half pivoting away from the conversation, which further seems to suggest defensiveness and/or pressure and/or stress - all three can logically coexist, by the way, in the above context. Even if we knew nothing about these two people, we'd understand the essential: he is asking for something she is not very willing to offer. Whether he tries to look flirty and is overacting it, or he explains something she does not exactly agree with, it's anyone's guess. I do not, nor do I want to have all the clues.
And then we have the little girl. She is completely disconnected from both of them (blue line). S doesn't even seem to register her and the mother does not include the child in her own comfort zone. The little girl's right hand is hovering over the same motorbike saddle: she would like to touch it and anchor herself to it. In other words, she would like to be included or to belong in that pic, too - but she has no access to whatever the two adults are doing. She pouts - this could be either sadness, or curiosity about the motorcycle. I would go for sadness: not because I am a party pooper, but because we know the mother is a self-proclaimed biker, so a motorcycle must be something familiar to her. However, she also knows her mother will leave her to her own devices on unfamiliar grounds and that is no reason for joy.
What happened next is the social ballet that was sold to the masses, namely the Family Guy photoshoot, during which everyone acted as expected. But what if the real dynamics were hiding in plain sight, on a 📸rather easy to overlook, like this one?
Yesterday, my daughter was telling me how much she admires the way the guys from BTS manage to keep their love lives under the radar. They are all young, handsome, and wealthy, and have a massive fanbase—and they certainly haven't taken a vow of chastity—yet to this day, no one has come forward with proof of having dated or currently dating any of them. She said she really admires the people they might be or have been involved with, because they handle—or handled—the situation the right way, without seeking the spotlight or trying to ride on the group's fame.
And we are talking about award-winning artists who sell out stadiums around the world.
Meanwhile, an artist whose fame is limited to the fanbase of a show that has already ended continues to display behavior that contradicts everything he has said in interviews about being a private person. And the chosen one of the moment—like all the others before her—continues to ride his coattails, performing everywhere and turning what should be an organic connection into a poorly written spectacle with a predictable script. It comes as no surprise that the only side viewing this as a love story is the one with the most limited worldview—the same side that believed, all this time, that every figure paraded by the Troll (who is a useful pawn in the game) was the love of his life. The same people who believed in this🤣🤣🤣:
I read a comment on Facebook where a fan said TC* was chosen as the female counterpart to T, noting that they had a lot in common—such as supposedly holding a profession in which neither is successful, with no actual proof that they really work. The difference is that Tech Guy has a less fragile ego and is far more mentally balanced: he doesn't use social media, pays no attention to what is said about him, and willingly accepts a role in the background—without rushing into the spotlight or damaging the image of the person he is with.
And I think what that person wrote there makes a lot of sense.
I also noticed that on many posts featuring the family photo, people were commenting on how the child always looked uncomfortable or saying it wasn't the right place for a child. Some also questioned the fact that TC is always at the center of everything—as if she were working rather than just being there naturally, like someone simply accompanying a boyfriend. And of course, whenever someone asks who she is, someone else replies that she’s a widow, which inevitably leads to mentioning her late husband's name. From there, people start doing the math on how quickly everything happened. There’s always a Sam fan ready to point out that the late husband's music was featured in the *Outlander* trailer, which makes others questions things, leading to jokes on the timeline and criticism of her general behavior. All this info was posted here by Purv. If she’s considered the biggest fan of this relationship, well, I’d say that with fans like that, you don’t need enemies.
And this is happening on Facebook and Instagram, which aren't "shipper" territories. These are ordinary fans starting to question what is being presented to them.
I went to check the reaction to the new photo on Instagram and Facebook, because I think those are the platforms they're targeting. I came across this string of comments and now I can't stop laughing:
-So he couldn't get his co-star and decided to look for another brunette as a consolation prize?
- with a Caitriona from Temu?
-She should run from him as fast as possible. Imagine a guy choosing you just because you're tall and brunette like his ex?
-Cait goes around with a very uninteresting person; perhaps Sam wants to do the same thing.
Ok,Anon and now I'm the one who can't stop laughing:
CAITRÍONA FROM TEMU
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"What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined... to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories." — George Eliot
The other girl's poem
He swears that they are "just good friends,"A platonic bond that never ends.
But every time his phone lights ,It’s her face who comes up .
He knows her coffee order, yes, and helps her with her daily stress. He quotes her words like holy text, I’m sitting here, the one who’s vexed.
When date night comes, she tags along, The third wheel singing Freedom's song.
He holds my hand, yet turns his head, o check if she is safely fed.
They share inside jokes from the past: A secret language made to last. Im just the girl he dates to dine, while she is clearly his Valentine.
She floats through life, a Zen adept,
A calm, enlightened soul,
Untouched by what the masses say,
In absolute control.
"I do not care," she tells "the press",
"What strangers on the screen express."
Yet hidden in the glowing dark,
She scrolls the Tumblr feeds,
Consuming every word they type,
To feed her deepest needs.
She searches for the actor name,
And measures out her share of fame.
When bloggers talk about her "peaceful" act,
And point out every fail,
She reads the bitter, biting truth,
That shatters her facade.
Exposed as every shade of fake,
Her zen begins to crack and break.
With trembling hands she flees the site,
To seek a safer space,
And posts upon her "pro" account
To save her wounded face.
A cryptic quote, a staged affair,
Designed to prove how much she doesn't care.
She craves the crowd's adoring roar,
Desiring to be blessed,
But on the blue-themed blogging site,
She simply fails the test.
For Tumblr sees right through the spin—
Where no one loves the drama queen.
Those two are so tanned... It looks like they've been sunbathing together...
By now, a certain person is looking for the address of a tanning salon. Her next photo will show tan lines.
It's 'go, puppy', now?
So, this is today's week-end innuendo treat:
Like any other certified narcissist, Madam Mao just could not bear the attention being switched on S's Borders Book Festival event. She had to post the above video and people are already pondering whether it was S or not.
I did hear a masculine voice: someone's comment it sounds more Irish than anything else is probably worth considering, but few will do, since this is slowly turning into a cheap, sadist number, anyways. I also heard the little girl and the Llama Whisperer herself. Just like the butterfly rings 📸, but with sounds, this time over.
Where is this dog now, anyways?
[Source: @thisistalosfan's IG account - posted August 18, 2024]
Oh. So the dogs rehoming inexplicably cruel story was not just a malevolent rumor, huh?
So. Madam Mao's IG stories are clearly locating her in Cork, 'this week-end'. Allegedly:
Namely the Warren Strand beach, near Rosscarbery, West Cork. A kids friendly destination:
[Source: https://westcorkwithkids.com/2020/03/05/clifftop-walk-from-owenahincha-to-warren-strand/]
It is really annoying he can't bilocate. Yet.
It is also really annoying she cannot, for the life of her, let the man shine on his own. Always wedging her way in the pic. Always breathing down his neck. Obnoxious.
It could be anyone. It happened before ('go, Sarah', immediately comes to mind). She will do it again, simply because she is enjoying the attention and because people will always fall for her cheap drama.
Premonitory? Playing with fire will make one wet their bed, eventually - a Romanian proverb I love to quote:
[Source: @thisistalosfan's IG account - posted August 18, 2024]
PS: this is clearly cheap innuendo. And evidence an IG story can very well be a latergram, contrary to what Marple claimed about a certain IG Mexican story, just to counter a very clear appearance in Monaghan, on a very sad occasion.
But not aligned with that troll's own agenda.
How to Convince People Your Relationship Is Real.
Dear Lost Actor (not of the show Lost but really lost), I really want to help you. Well, for the actual fiasco, it's too late, but maybe you can use these tips for your next attempt to convince your public you are a man in love... and taken.
First of all, remember: you are someone who has said countless times that you keep your private life off social media, so when social media is used to divulge something from your private life, it sounds strange, raises suspicions, people start to question why something that should be natural and organic always seems forced when it comes to you.
That's why there are so many theories about you. So here are some tips you can use, and your next relationship will be consistent with what you said all these years.
-First: Look for a discreet woman. Avoid clichés like models, influencers, fitness muses, C-list actresses, or someone who desperately needs to be relevant on social media.
-Speaking of social media, choose someone who has a private profile, one that only family and real friends have access to. Oh, and don't follow that person. After all, you know that all your new follows are observed and catalogued for future use.
-It's also very important to look at that person's past .
-Don't let her name end up in the inbox of any fan blog or gossip page.
-"But how will people know we're together?", you might be wondering. Well, my friend, certainly not through crumbs or insinuations: no shared clothes or accessories.
-Don't make your chosen one seem desperate, following all your friends or parading around in low temperatures like a student platonically in love with the school's quarterback.
-Don't ask your friends or family for help; that will make you seem insecure. It's like you need a crowd to convince you that having something with this person is worthwhile. Remember, you have to appear in control.
-I advise you to avoid having children involved in the equation, but if there are, be extra careful. Exposing children on the internet will never be acceptable, no matter what some parents think. And if you've said countless times that you protect your family and your real life, it wouldn't make sense to let a child (who would be part of your life) be exposed.
-After meticulously following all of this, you would have two paths: an unassuming stroll somewhere normal with your loved one. A warning to the paparazzi, and the photos would be out in the world. Not through fan blogs, not in low quality, not leaked by stalkers.
-Nobody, not even the paparazzi, would be able to identify who the lucky girl is because there would be no online trace to follow. Imagine something like Henry Cavill... simply walking with his then-girlfriend. The surprise of those photos for the fervent fans, for Hollywood, for all the celebrities who secretly (or not so secretly) had a crush on him. Nothing to be said, no response. The press spent hours trying to identify the girl. No name was thrown into fan blogs months ago.
The other way would be to arrive hand-in-hand with the stranger at some event. No words about the relationship. Maybe you don't even need to say her name. This time, there will be real and general surprise because no name was thrown into fans' inboxes, and no insinuations were made. Everyone will speculate, research, and try to find out who the new girl is. And people will start to think that this time it's something real, because it will be consistent with what you've been saying for at least ten years: "some things are just for me," "I like to keep my real life private," "I keep my private life off the internet."
So you'll be in control. People will know her name if you say it. She won't need to seem desperate trying to prove to the world that she's with you.
A bonus tip: try to look happy when you're in public with her, and try to look in love. If you can do that with a co-star, you can certainly do it with a relationship that should be real.
Reblogging because some blogs might need a reminder of how inorganic everything shown so far still is. And warning that it's too late to try and fix it now: any attempt to make it believable will only make it more staged.
Again 😉