Lol my videos of MW 🙄🙄🙄 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 😂🤣
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 Not the deal they originally made?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. 😂😂 Overall Richard looked, AMAZING! 😍😍😍
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.
The whole motorcycle experience has given me something to think about for a few days. At first, I thought about some of the numerous little games of innuendo. It's easy to go that far, set up a story from the ferry, and voilà, let people speculate. But, being in London on Thursday and with such a short timeframe? Later I read @maximumwobblerbanditdonut blog—where he explains in detail the implications of having an unregistered vehicle in a country like Ireland for a long period of time. It explains in detail that you can have it for 6 months without having to register it in that country, since Mr. SH is not a resident there.
So, if we go back 183 days, which is what the law allows, we find that Mr. SH was performing Macbeth in SUA, which is why he didn't take his bicycle there during that period. When Macbeth finished, he went to London, from London to Edinburgh, and from Edinburgh to Glasgow. From there, he went to New York and from New York to Los Angeles, from where he returned around December 18th or 19th. We have a video of him on December 21st running on the track around his house in Glasgow. Up to this point, I suppose the motorcycle was at his house in Glasgow.
From this point on, we know with some certainty:
On January 8th, he's in Edinburgh giving a speech in Parliament with AN. On January 10th, he's at the gym in Glasgow. On January 17th, more pictures are taken at the gym again. He's still in Scotland. After that, he's in Edinburgh on the 27th for the Lyceum. He himself says that he is not well, that he has become intoxicated and the carpet of his house has not survived, the effects of Robert Burns' celebration? If he tells the truth, he also places him in Scotland. From Edinburgh, he goes to London and Germany. He's also filming and traveling for various events in the USA. There's no time to travel by motorcycle to Ireland.
Easter break arrives; we know he was in London and later Edinburgh, probably also Glasgow. From there, he goes to the Tartan Parade, Germany again, Paris LandCon, and London for his birthday. May arrived, and on the 9th he showed us his new suitcase in detail, in the same apartment as in the video from the 1st, which was for JF's birthday. He then traveled to LA for the Outlander send-off. He stayed there until approximately May 18-19, and on the 26th we know he was in a bookstore in London and later at the Caledonian event.
There's a window of time here that I haven't been able to narrow down, from May 2nd to May 8th, but if he was in London and showed us the suitcase on the 9th from there, why go all the way to Glasgow to pick up his motorcycle to go to Ireland and then fly back to London to catch the flight to LA? The most logical thing would have been to fly round trip to Ireland and not have to go to Glasgow to pick up his motorcycle.
So, after this what I believe is:
After December 21st, Mr. SH spent some time in Ireland for the Christmas holidays, and since it was a few days, he took his motorcycle with him from Glasgow. But when it came time to return to Glasgow, he ran into a small problem: the weather. He got caught with the snow at the beginning of the year, around January 2nd to 6th. The weather wasn't the best to ride a bike. I imagine that since he had to travel on those specific dates, he had to leave his motorcycle and got the ferry or a flight.
From Cork? That would mean he had to pick up the motorcycle sometime after the Caledonian event on Thursday, and we know that on Friday night he was in a Belfast hotel, and he even told us he ate pizza. A very tight window of time, though not entirely impossible. But that made me wonder something else. Why travel to Cork in winter with the motorcycle for Christmas when there's nothing preventing her from being in Scotland, and besides, her daughter was on holiday? Especially knowing that he had to return for the various commitments he had, and we know that Cork is not exactly close to the ferry and at that time of year the weather is not exactly an ally. Maybe…but I'm not convinced.
Now, the explanation that seems most reasonable to me is that he went to spend the Christmas holidays with some family (ahem) near the border (one hour from the ferry), a much shorter journey. He got caught with the snow when he had to return to Glasgow and took a flight or ferry but without his bike because is too dangerous ride it with that weather. The motorcycle stayed there until he had to go and pick it up.
Added:This is all what I believe. There's no conclusive proof. The timeframes are what they are, there aren't many other possibilities. As for who he was with or wasn't with... we don't know. Perhaps he has more secrets in Ireland... Believe what you want. 🤷♀️
If someone has evidence or proof that the dates or locations are incorrect, I would appreciate any corrections or suggestions. Always with kindness, thank you.😃
"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 you’d once scorned when he’d auditioned alongside you all those months ago. And now, he’s 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 you’d have to pretend you weren’t searching for his name on the rehearsal sheet. How every run, every setback, felt bearable when he’d gently squeeze your hand backstage.
You’d promised yourself you’d 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 would’ve lost. If you’d 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. You’d both been doing theatre for so many years, and he had never once crossed a line. So, the odds weren’t favourable. Still, you can’t help but wonder. What if, when you’d first noticed you breathed easier with him around, you’d said something? And what if, in between meticulous blocking and memorised lines, there was some truth in his confession? If you’d 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. It’s 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 you’re 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.
“Hey, Oscar.”
There’s the sound of steady static, and for a moment, it’s your only reply.
“Hey? Please don’t tell me I forgot something.” he mumbles, and you exhale a little at the sound of his voice. You’re slightly confused by the clear nerves, but his shallow breathing matches your own.
“Are you- are you okay to talk right now? Or just listen? I have something I’d like to say.” you begin, fiddling with the edge of your sleeve. You can imagine him raising an eyebrow in curiosity, the slight confusion on his face.
“Um, yeah. ‘Course.”
You smile a little, even though your wall is the recipient.
“Okay. Look, maybe I should’ve done this before you left, but I wasn’t brave enough. And now you’re gone, so I figured it’s okay? You can just, I don’t know, block me. After this. If you want.”
He chuckles now, and the sound makes your stomach flip shamelessly.
“I’m not going to do that. You know I get withdrawal symptoms if I can’t bother you at least once a day.”
The memory hits like a punch. When you’d been disappointed to see his name beside yours on the cast list, and you still weren’t over it two weeks later. When he’d messaged you twice in the span of thirty minutes, and you’d got so irritated you’d snapped.
‘Do you have to bother me every day? It’s like you’re fuckin’ addicted to annoying me.’
‘You got me. Hands get shaky if I don’t ask you politely what scene we’re running in the morning.’
That was the first time he’d made you laugh, and the last time any message from him had aggravated you.
“I think I like you. In that pathetic, ‘we did a show together and I think about our stage kisses a little too often’ kind of way. And I’d 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? ‘Cause it didn’t feel like we were faking. I barely even, fuck, I mean. I had to force myself to stop loving you when the curtains closed.” 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.
“Oscar?”
There’s 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 hadn’t expected such a blunt reaction. It’s actually so shocking, at first, that you don’t quite react. You blink, and you breathe, because that’s pretty easy to manage. But you don’t 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 don’t pick up. But you realise you’re far too hopeless to not secretly want to hear his voice again.
“Shit, sorry about that. Dropped my phone. Anyway, where were we?” he asks, and you want to laugh, but you’re still fragile.
“Oscar, don’t be mean.”
You can hear the thudding of feet, and then the angry honk of a car, and the beeping of a crossing.
“Sorry, just almost got ran over. And I’m not trying to be mean, that’s unfair. Just asking about where we left off.”
“God, you are infuriating.”
“Pretty sure that’s not what you were just saying-”
You cut him off with a confused question.
“-Are you not, like, on a bus right now?”
He clicks his tongue.
“Yeah, 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.”
He laughs at himself now, but it sounds a bit strangled.
“Oscar, what the fuck?”
“Look out of your window. That’s your window, right?”
You get up, opening the blinds. And there, standing directly under a streetlight, stands a boy. He’s waving both arms frantically, and you raise an astounded palm back.
“I’m going to hang up now. I hope that’s okay.”
With that, the line goes dead again.
There’s 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.
“Hello. You’re insane.” you accuse, but it’s hard to get the words out because of how he’s looking at you.
“Hello. You might be right.”
There’s that all too familiar hesitation, in the way he brings a hand to the side of your cheek, and the gentle lean-
“-Oh! Oscar, do come in. I’ve just put some pizza on. I thought you were meant to be heading back home today?”
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. ᥫ᭡.
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 one’s relationship publicly—whether 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.
You’ve 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, “Look, I made it. I’m not a failure in love.”
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. It’s 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 psychology—named 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 else—this behavior involves crafting an idealized image of happiness to elicit envy or regret in someone else. It’s 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 traits—those who thrive on attention and drama—may 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 partner’s 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 isn’t 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 doesn’t mean you’re hiding something; it means you’re 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 isn’t broadcasted, it becomes a shared secret, strengthening the bond between partners. It’s 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 isn’t built for an audience; it’s built for the two people involved. So, next time you feel the urge to showcase your happiness, pause and reflect. Are you sharing love—or simply acting it out?
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.
