and by that i mean if you reblog just to say you punch her i will block you

come home // nurseydex

a/n: thank u to everyone who reblogged/commented/responded to in any way my last fic!! it was so nice to read and i’m gonna try to publish scraps of stuff more often. anyways - 4.7k about nursey getting mugged and boys being domestic. 


Dex gets the call in the middle of a nap and despite seeing the ridiculous shirtless selfie  of Nursey in Ransom’s white Snapback flash across his screen, he answers the call, mumbling a bleary and vaguely frustrated “hello?” into the mouthpiece. If this is another rant about Jeff Bezos, he swears to fucking god–

“Uh… hey, Will.”


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hold me tight | shawn mendes


requested by @moderatelygoodhair

word count: 948

a/n: i hope this is what you wanted, and if not, i hope you still enjoy!! this is v appropriate for halloween approaching, so yay. as always, like/reblog/etc if you like it!!

Your name: submit What is this?

Shawn would never understand your fascination with horror movies.

He wasn’t afraid to let people know this about himself - Shawn Peter Raul Mendes, for all intents and purposes, was a big fat scaredy cat.

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SSS Edition: Makeup Sex

If you’ve ever been in the situation, you know there’s a certain cachet to  getting back together with a lover, whether it’s been days or years.  

The loss still stings, there’s residual anger, and much needs to be said. But sometimes you must first attend to the ache in your bodies.  Tonight’s stories are all about this.

We have a big line-up tonight, I think likely due to the new bi-weekly schedule. It gave people more time to write.  I’m sure you’ll be as happy as I am with these selections!

(please remember to leave reblogs, likes/kudos for the authors!)

Here be smut.  Mature audiences only.  18+

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To Protect You: part 2

Originally posted by fuckingworsnopfronzak

Requested by: @all-fandoms-imagines and Anonymous

Request: Please please please do next part to that imagine where Liam breaks up with the reader to protect her.

A/N: Thank you guys again for all the support and feedback you guys have given me. I hope you like this imagine xx

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        Today was the day. The day you were going to show everyone that you were not hurting because Liam broke up with you. Deep down inside you missed Liam like crazy, but you weren’t going to let him know that. He left you because he didn’t love you. If he moved on you could too. You were Y/N Y/L/N and no boy would ever be able to make you feel like trash. It was obvious that the whole school would be talking about the breakup. You and Liam were the power couple; you went through thick and thin together. Yet he still chose to break up with you the month before your two-year anniversary. It was all confusing to think about, so you decided to think about what you were going to wear today instead. You were going for an outfit that wasn’t trying to hard but at the same time flattered your body’s figure. It was weird choosing an outfit for today, because usually today, Monday, you would wear Liam’s lacrosse hoodie, however since you two were not ‘official’ any more that was obviously out of the picture. Once you settled on wearing a short black skater skirt, a long-sleeved wool shirt, and combat boots (accessorized with a burgundy scarf and long gold necklace), you applied light make up and did your hair up into a messy bun. Once you finished dressing up, you stood at the mirror, only to feel worse as you saw a one-year-old picture of you and Liam kissing taped to your mirror. Refusing to make yourself feel bad, you gently took the picture off your mirror and ripped it into tiny bits and pieces. You didn’t need to remember the boy that led you on for two years, just to tell you that he didn’t love you. Feeling content, you marched out of your house with your head held high.

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Originally posted by winterwldow

Sequel to Nightmares

From Anonymous: Oh. My. GOSH. My kingdom for a sequel to “Nightmares”. It was just… so so so amazing. I did not see the twist coming - that the Reader used to date Steve and was captured and tortured by HYDRA. It was so heartbreaking and I was so moved by Steve’s unwavering loyalty and love and desire to keep anything bad from ever happening to her again. Please please PLEASE do a sequel? Maybe one where they find their way back to each other? PLEASE?! *grovels on her knees with the saddest puppy face ever*

A/N: Well this is pretty long.  I really enjoyed writing this one.  I don’t think it needs saying, but I’m pretty sure I’ll write a sequel to this sometime.  Don’t know when.  I’ve got AP tests that I really want to procrastinate on, and a lot of my classes have suddenly turned into ‘study blocks’ so I’m prob gonna be posting more often?  No promises, but that’s what it’s looking like…

Tagging @pleasecallmecaptain​ and @mattymattymerduck​.  I don’t usually reply to your comments when you guys reblog my fics, but I just want you to know that it consistently makes my day when you do, so thank you.


Steve throws the door to his apartment open, wincing when it hits the wall and emits a loud crash.  He eases the door shut and limps toward the couch.  He throws himself onto it, not bothering to survey the cuts, bruises and myriad wounds that cover his body.  He’ll deal with them later.

It’s then that he hears a faint knock at the door.  At first, he thinks he’s imagining it.  But then he hears it again.  His eyes flutter open and he can feel his heart beat faster.  

He pulls himself and limps toward the door, hoping, that despite every part of his brain that’s telling him otherwise, that it’s you at the door.

He opens the door and smiles.

You stand at the door, arms wrapped around yourself, your body covered in an oversized sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants.  He can see the dark circles under your eyes, but your tentative smile is enough to overshadow them.

“Steve,” you say, and he can hear the note of doubt in your voice.

“(Y/N),” he says.  “I just got back.”

“I heard,” you say.  Steve shakes his head ruefully.

“Sorry about that,” he says.  “I was trying to be quiet.”

“It’s fine,” you reply.  “I was already up.  Obviously.  Last time we talked, you said I could come over if…”  You trail off as you notice his appearance.  “You’re hurt.”

“I’ll be fine,” he dismisses, but it’s too late.  You take his arm and lead him back to the couch.  You brush past him and walk past him into his kitchen.  You return with a first aid kit.

“You rememb-” Steve starts but cuts himself off quickly.  “You found my first aid kit.”

“Second cabinet above the stove,” you respond and it’s a good thing you’re so concentrated on his wounds.  Steve’s lip trembles involuntarily, his eyes flicker with pain because he knows now.  

You remember things, little things, like how he takes his tea and where things in his apartment are.  And if you remember the little things subconsciously, then you have to remember everything else, somewhere locked in your mind.  

He shakes his head and steels his face before you have a chance to see him.  He decides not to press his luck for the night.

“Is this going to become a regular thing?” he jokes.  “You sewing me back up after missions?”

“Only if you keep sucking at the missions,” you retort.  “What, did you take every kick and punch?”

“Maybe I did it on purpose,” Steve says, holding his breath.  “It certainly got your attention, didn’t it?”

You laugh and fight the blush creeping up into your cheeks.  Steve’s heart leaps.  It’s been so long since he’s been able to make you do either of those two things.

“You sound a little delirious, Captain Rogers,” you grin.  “Do I need to check you for a concussion?”

“Maybe, because I think I fell for you,” he says, and you’re struck by the sincerity in his voice.  You look at him and you feel like you want to say something.  But the words don’t come, and you purse your lips in frustration.  You shake off the feeling and recompose your face in a smile.

“That was weak,” you joke.  “You’ve got to step your game up.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Steve smiles, relishing the feeling of your fingers, dancing across his skin as you check all of his cuts.  Now that he knows that you’re locked in there somewhere, he won’t stop, won’t let S.H.I.E.L.D. or Natasha tell him otherwise.  “I intend to.”



Steve enters his apartment, relatively unscathed from a successful mission.  He only has to wait two minutes before he hears your soft knock.

He opens the door and you bound into his apartment, carrying a stack of board games.

“Were you waiting for me?” he asks, a smile on his face.  He hasn’t seen you this energetic since…before.

“Maybe,” you smile.  “I had a crazy day today.”

“Yeah?” he says.

“Well, I mean, it probably can’t top yours,” you say.  “But as civilian life goes, it was pretty crazy.”

“Tell me about it?” Steve says, moving into the kitchen to make a pot of tea.

“Oh, I will,” you say, sitting down on his couch.  You suddenly realize that you’ve really made yourself at home, invited yourself in like you belong here.  You feel a sudden flash of doubt.  “Um, Steve?”

“Yeah?” he asks, hurrying back into the living room.

“Is it…ok that I’m here?” you ask.  “I mean, if you’re tired and need to sleep or get some work done or something, I can-”

“No, of course not,” he says, his words jumbled as he tries to get the words out as quickly as possible.   He doesn’t tell you that this is what he looks forward to at the end of every day, that sometimes the thought of you is the only thing that gets him through missions.  “I’m happy to have you here.”

You nod, reassured.  From anyone else, you might not believe those words, but there’s something in you that just makes you believe everything Steve says.  You can’t help but feel the genuine affection that Steve seems to have for you.

“Well,” you say, placing the board games on his coffee table.  “I brought over some board games.  Have you ever played one?”

“I have the feeling I’m about to,” he says.  “Why don’t you pick one out and show me how to play?’

And that’s how you end up shouting at Steve at 6 in the morning as he drives you into bankruptcy with his crazy Monopoly skills.  The sun is rising when you finally surrender, begrudgingly acknowledging the fact that Steve is actually better than you.  

You return to your apartment, you sleep.  Dreamlessly, but without nightmares.  And when you wake up, you find an envelope has been slipped under your door.  An envelope with a key inside.



Steve approaches the door of his apartment and sniffs.  He catches a whiff of something that smells like freshly baked cookies, quickly followed by the smell of burning food.

Steve tries the door of his apartment and finds it unlocked.  He smiles and throws the door open, his smile only growing bigger when he sees you bustling around his kitchen in a Minnie Mouse apron.

“(Y/N)?” he calls, amused.  You look up and Steve laughs.  You have flour smudged on your face and something that looks suspiciously like frosting in your hair.

“I can explain,” you say.

“Please,” Steve smiles.  “This’ll be a good one.”

“So I came downstairs to borrow a cup of sugar,” you say.  “Because I felt like baking cupcakes.  And then I saw that you had all sorts of fun cooking tools.  Like-”  You hold up a small metal object.  “Did you know you have a garlic press?”

Steve shakes his head.  “S.H.I.E.L.D. furnished the apartment for me,” he admits and you nod.

“That’s what I figured,” you say.  “So I just kind of…moved all of my food down here and started cooking.”

“So what did you make?” Steve asks, fighting back a laugh.

“Well, I did the cupcakes,” you say.  “I burned half of them, but that’s ok.  And then I found the garlic press, so I made some homemade garlic bread.  And then you had a full apple peeler, so I made apple pie.  And then you had some tomato sauce, so I cooked some pasta.  Are you hungry?”

“I am now,” Steve says.

“Great!” you grin.  “I’ll find some plates.”

You turn away and again, Steve smiles sadly  If he just pretends, he can almost trick himself into believing that everything’s back to normal.  Coming home to you tonight, he almost forgets that anything had ever happened.



When Steve lets himself in, he almost doesn’t see you on the couch.  But then the huddled pile of blankets on the couch shudders, and he hears that familiar, heart-wrenching sob that he thankfully hasn’t heard in a while.

“(Y/N),” Steve says and the blankets shift so that you resurface, your tear-streaked face peering out of your nest.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” you whisper.  “I just didn’t want to be alone…and your apartment feels more like home than mine.”

Steve nods, setting down his shield by the door and walking to you.  He drops down to the couch beside you and you shift so that you’re leaning against him, your arm draped over his chest.  

He stiffens, surprised at the sudden contact, but then you feel his arm drape over your shoulder and his other hand reach up to grab yours, and he pulls you closer so that you can feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, in and out.

“You were there, this time,” you say, your voice low.  “Trying to help me.  But then…”

“It was just a dream,” he lies soothingly.  “You’re safe.  It didn’t happen.”

“Yeah,” you murmur, and suddenly your eyes, which have been wide open since the nightmare, start to droop.  Something about the warmth of Steve’s arms, the steady beating of his heart, lulls you into a sense of familiar security and within minutes, you’re able to drift off to sleep.

Steve hears your breathing slow and smiles to himself.  He makes no move to get up, to change out of his uniform, no matter how uncomfortable.  Instead, he slouches back into the couch further, and rests his head in your hair, before sleep takes him too.



You unlock the door of Steve’s apartment and drop yourself down onto the couch.  You know Steve’ll be back soon, and you’re too scared of the nightmares to try to sleep again.

You feel a draft of wind and shiver.  You get up off the couch and head to the hall closet, where you know Steve keeps the blankets.

You reach up on your tip-toes to grab the warm blankets.  But when you pull them down, a small box tumbles down with them.  The contents spills out onto the floor around you and you curse.

You drop down to your knees and start to collect everything.  You resist the desire to look through the things, and you almost succeed.  Until you see the photo.

It’s poking out of the edge of a file, a small sliver of the face.  A face that you’d swear was your own.

You give in to temptation and slide the picture out, gasping, as you realize it’s a picture of you and Steve.  Steve’s wearing his suit, and you’re standing beside him, in a combat suit of some sort.


You turn to see Steve himself, standing behind you in the very uniform you’ve just been looking at.  His eyes dart down to your hands and they widen.

“(Y/N)…” Steve says, his voice low, cautioning.  

“Steve,” you say quietly, your voice tight.  “What the hell is this?”

closing time | darcy/steve (au)

So I haven’t written anything in like 5 million years, but have a thing inspired by this au list here that @blackestglass reblogged. One of the aus is “That one asshole costumer that always comes in 5 minutes before the store is about to close au” and apparently it ~spoke to me. So enjoy…whatever this is!

The man walked into the used bookstore at 8:56 p.m. The store closed at 9:00. Darcy tried her best to stifle a groan and pasted on her best “customer service” smile, never mind that her mother says it scares people.

“We’re closing in just a few minutes!” she called out cheerfully, and he nodded. Maybe he was one of those customers who knows exactly what they want, and can be in and out in under a minute. She loved those customers. She prayed he was one of those.

He wasn’t.

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Mob mentality in the MCRmy

Okay, this fandom’s habit of trashing everything the Way brothers do has been getting old for a while now, but after last night’s hideous spectacle, I’m done pussyfooting around the issue. I know I’ll get hate and lose followers, but I don’t care, because frankly: it’s frightening.

It’s frightening that fans enjoy it when someone says that Mikey should be hit by a car. It’s frightening that some of the most popular fans on this website contribute nothing but hate and insults, and people admire them for it. It’s frightening that every time Mikey makes a move– even if it’s as simple as someone referring to him as “Mike”– this fandom falls over itself looking for ways to mock it; and if they can’t find anything wrong with it, they launch into the usual high school insults-and-death threats routine. It’s frightening that harassment, death threats, childish mocking, and vicious insults are all accepted and even encouraged in this fandom. It’s frightening that people think it’s okay to tell a man with severe depression that he’s “better off dead.” And what’s most frightening is that most of these people aren’t 12-year-olds, but teens or adults who somehow think this behavior is okay. And younger fans look up to them because they’re popular, and they imitate this behavior, and so on.

When did the goal of this fandom go from “being fans of MCR” to “trashing every move the Way brothers make until they quit music out of frustration”? Who decided that in order to be a “real fan,” you have to treat the Way brothers like scum, and if you don’t, you’re just a blind fangirl? When did these blatant double standards arise, where people praise Frank and Pete for the exact same things they harass the Way brothers for? (In Pete’s case, Meagan was 20 when they started dating, and yet you never hear anyone call him a “pervert” or a “pedophile.”) And most disturbing, why is this fandom so determined to torment and destroy another human being?

I don’t care if you dislike Gerard and Mikey, but this fandom is way over the line. The brothers aren’t faceless celebrities who never see any negative comments. They’re human beings. Imagine how Mikey would feel if he saw that post saying he should be hit by a car, or all the posts screaming about what a monster he is for daring to start a new band (the same thing Frank did months ago.) Or how Gerard would feel about the long rants about how horrible he is, and the widely-circulated posts that make fun of his appearance. And the funny thing is, half this hate isn’t even about them. It’s about the avalanche of faves and reblogs you receive, the surge of new followers, the comments like “ooh, zing” and “oh my god so funny,” and the admiration you get from people who think bullying is cute.

If you don’t believe me, think about it: would this fandom be so nasty toward the Way brothers if they didn’t receive praise and attention for it? If, instead of showering them with notes, other fans ignored their posts, unfollowed their blogs, and shook their heads in disapproval, would fans continue making posts about how Mikey is human garbage? Some still would, but I guarantee you that the number would be much lower. But because the quickest road to popularity in this fandom is being full of hate and spite, people can’t make/reblog nasty posts fast enough.

Some might say “I don’t do it for attention, I do it because I genuinely hate Gerard and Mikey!” (Greeeeat.) Even if that’s true, there’s no denying the blatant mob mentality in this fandom. Gerard even made a couple of tweets about it, and while he didn’t mention this fandom specifically, it’s painfully obvious what he’s talking about. Here’s a fun example: remember when no one liked Alicia? Remember when hardly anyone talked about her, much less sung her praises? But after it came out that Mikey supposedly “cheated” on her, everyone was gushing about how wonderful she is, making photosets and GIFsets of her, sobbing about how heartbroken they were that she and Mikey split, and proclaiming that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. But before that, no one would give her the time of day. (And funnily enough, I haven’t seen a post about her in months, so I guess this fandom went back to ignoring her.) I’m not saying that everyone who supported her was part of the mob, but as another fan put it: “She was easily the most disliked wife, and now she’s up there with Lyn-Z? Oh, please!”

Or how about Frank? There was a time when people were frustrated at Frank for blocking fans on Twitter and making rude tweets. I heard a few stories about him being rude to fans in real life, too. But you never hear anyone mention that now, because everyone decided that Frank should be worshipped unconditionally. It’s not that he’s a bad guy, but it’s funny how you never see anyone mention the old Frank drama– or make the faintest negative comment about Frank, period. Whereas fans have no problem scraping up old Gerard drama and plastering it all over Tumblr for all to see.

It’s fine if you don’t like the Way brothers, and it’s even fine to vocalize it, as long as you’re civil about it. God knows there are celebrities I don’t like, and I hate the saying “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all!” Nothing wrong with civil criticism. But if you’re one of the people participating in the hate mob– posting or reblogging insults, picking apart everything they do, making fun of them, etc.– there’s a few things you need to ask yourself. First of all, if most fans were offended and disappointed by your behavior, instead of delighted and encouraging, would you still do it? If insulting Mikey or Gerard wasn’t a quick way to get notes, would you keep it up, or have you just been swept along with the mob?

Second, and I’ll be blunt: why are you so hateful? “Because I don’t like them, because they did this, because they did that,” etc. Well, there are celebrities I don’t like, but I don’t harass them on Twitter, mock their appearance, trash everything they do, threaten them with violence, tell them to kill themselves, laugh when they suffer, reblog hate posts, make their fans feel like shit, and follow news about them so I can squeeze in as many insults as possible. If you do any of that, you need to ask yourself why you think that behavior is acceptable– particularly when it comes to threatening the Way brothers, saying they deserve to be injured, mocking their weight/appearance, and telling them to end their lives. You think you’re revealing a lot about the Way brothers, but you’re revealing far more about yourself.

And third, is this really how you want to be known in this fandom? Yeah, I know, people think you’re cool now, but when these people actually grow up, they won’t remember you as a cool, sexy badass who valiantly put the Way brothers in their place. They’ll remember you as a bully who relentlessly mocked strangers behind a computer screen. I know for a fact that a lot of people already see you that way, but don’t say anything for fear of backlash. Do you really want to be someone who contributes nothing but negativity and insults to an already stressed fandom? Someone who encourages bullying? Someone who hurts the Way brothers– who, again, are real people, and are well aware of the hate? Is that going to be your legacy? “Oh yeah, I said Mikey Way should be thrown in a dumpster and got a bunch of reblogs. That was my awesome contribution to the MCRmy. Slap it high!”

Again, it’s not that you have to love the Way brothers, or even like them– but just once, I’d like to see something good happen to Gerard or Mikey without this fandom gleefully ruining it. Or something bad to happen without this fandom eagerly making it worse and kicking them while they’re down. I’ve watched this fandom sink lower and lower over the past several months, and I’m starting to worry about what’s going to happen to Gerard and Mikey when they complete their albums and start doing concerts and appearances. “Fans” have bought MCR and FOB concert tickets just to scream at the bands before. What are they going to do to the Way brothers, the lowest of the low in the fandom totem pole? The culture of hate surrounding them is frightening. It’s like they’re the fandom’s scapegoats: blamed for everything that goes wrong, attacked whenever possible, and the butt of countless childish jokes.

And are the Way brothers really that bad? I know that sounds silly, but seriously…are they really that bad? I don’t agree with everything they do either, but do they really deserve an Internet mob of thousands of raging fans, spewing out every violent threat and vicious insult you can think of, day after day after day? Or do you simply tell yourself that so you don’t have to question yourself when you reblog the latest hate post?

Well, here’s the facts: The Way brothers are people. Not your scapegoats, not your punching bags, not the monsters you imagine inside your head. It’s time this fandom started treating them like people again. Don’t post hate, don’t reblog hate, and by all means, stay away from the frothing mob. Don’t be swayed. You’re better than that, so act like it.

(Ugh, sorry for the rants on this blog lately. This isn’t a regular feature, I promise.)

Scandal Review, Episode 413, No More Blood

Well that was a doozy last night. 

I loved the episode a lot, but then I have sympathy for Olivia, so I cared enough to put myself in her shoes for a minute. 

There’s a certain breed of Olitz shipper that literally refuses to see any other point of view other than Fitz’s and man that’s exhausting to run into. Of course if I witness any Kerry or Olivia hate, I’m unfollowing and blocking. My dash is usually angst free, but several Olivia-Hate reblogs have made their way onto my dash, and I’m not here for that mess.

Anyway, let’s get on with my review shall we?



What the fuck though? Seriously, The Human Vibrator was on my screen way more times than Olivia was, and I wasn’t here for that shit at all.

Cyrus leaving Abby out of the loop. 

Those people in the White House seriously undervalue her. She needs to get her ass back to OPA. We need the team back together again. And I don’t mean Liv, Fitz and Cyrus.

Rowan’s freaking pointless monologue.

I love Joe Morton, but that shit fell as flat as a pancake. Enough, and begone. Shonda, enough with the freaking monologues already. Let people have actual conversations. Honestly, if anybody talked to me the way Rowan does to everybody, I’d be walking away while they were still eulogizing. Jesus didn’t die for me to have to listen to all that noise.

Oh, and the fact that he wouldn’t even try to save his daughter? Fuck you all the way to hell and back Rowan. Seriously, fuck. You.

That freaking red dress that Mellie was wearing. 

What the fuck was that? As per usual, when something works at first, the show takes it, runs with it and beats it to freaking death. Once everybody said how much they loved Mellie in red, now look at her. That’s more or less the only color she’s worn this season, apart from her Smelly Mellie phase. Ugh. Enough with the red dresses. Go back to mixing it up FFS.

The auction ending in a tie 


Olivia not saying Russia when Gus asked her where she wanted to go.

Dude, this was the guy that wanted you to suffer, honey, you think he was going to give you to the person you wanted to go to?

Olivia grabbing the car keys and trying to make a run for it.

Really Liv?


Olivia speaking Farsi.

I forget that she’s multi-lingual because the show chooses to rarely show her being a badass and speaking different languages. I’m pretty sure this is only the third time we’ve heard Olivia speak in a foreign tongue.

I’m going to get in my car and drive this way, you’re going to drive in your car and drive that way. Everyone lives, no one is happy”

Whoever this Iranian woman was, I liked her. I found myself wishing that we had more characters like her on the show. The damned landscape is so freaking white nowadays.

You’ve always been the other guy, the what’s-his-name, the also ran. Good, fine, but never great. We both know that the reason we call it a race, the reason there’s always a winner is because someone wins, and it is never you.”

There no shade like Mellie shade.

But that fucking red dress is still fugly as hell.

Any time I like, I can whisper in a reporter’s ear, tell them how rough you like it, what filthy names get you off, and how loudly you moan. I may never be president of the United States, but I’ll make damned sure that you’ll never be either”

Firstly, when did Mellie share the information with Andrew that she wants to be president? Secondly, is this freaking show taking her desire to be president seriously? I can’t.

Anyway, Andrew is fitting to die, and I’m here for it.

CIA Director: “I have actually prepared a second presentation if you don’t mind?”

Fitz wasn’t hearing any of it. Nope, because he is never going to harm a hair on Olivia’s head if he can help it.

Cyrus’s face was a picture though. 


During her tenure in the White House, Olivia has access to highly classified information, much of it in the Red Zone, some of it highly dangerous. Information that in the wrong hands would be catastrophic to our nation’s security, and international relationships.

We have done our homework Sir, let me paint the picture. If Olivia Pope goes to the Saudis, they’ll learn about our black sites in Aman. South East Asia? They’ll learn about our anti-terrorist surveillance programs. We have four countries who will discover that the deaths of their leaders were not due to natural causes. And I am sure that England and Germany would be extremely interested  to learn that we spy on our own allies.

My point Sir, is that that’s the good news. What is truly terrifying is what they will want for her return. Russia will ask you to close their bases in Turkey, neutering us. Pakistan will ask for drone technology to wipe India off the map once and for all. And ISIS will want the immediate release of hundred of terrorists hellbent on killing innocent Americans.”

Hahaha, I jest, I jest. She was just doing her job

The above was a detailed description of what would happen if Olivia wasn’t neutralized. I get why Fitz couldn’t even contemplate anything but extraction, but at this point, what he needed to do was excuse himself from the decision-making process. There’s no way he’d risk Olivia for anything, and I get that, but he’s the president of the United States of America. He didn’t have much of a choice. Except he chose to ignore his advisers. Again…

I smell impeachment coming.

“I made you a warrior, I made you a king, I made you leader of men, and this is what you do, this is what you leave me with, noooo, noooo! I’m done, I quit!”

Cyrus’ internal ranting monologue was hilarious.

Poor Fitz, he was literally everybody’s punching bag this episode. So what’s new?

“I slept with that filthy dirtbag to save your life, to save your child’s life. After that Huck animal grated your back like a piece of cheese. Remember that? I do. So now it’s time to pay the piper, even the scales, show some solidarity Sister”

Mellie wants Andrew dead. Lol.

Jake:  ”For me it was bones. If you snap a bone just right, there’s a clean, crisp sound that gets me right here. And if you lick their tears when it happens…they warped me too”

Jake, sharing with Huck.

Yep, this is the guy that people want Olivia with. Fuck that mess.

I obviously had to fast-forward the rest. Scott Foley’s face and bad acting hurts me.

Quinn: “No more blood”

Dammit Quinn, keep your freaking nose out. Huck needs to kill Andrew first.

Huck refusing to kill Andrew when LizzieBear asks him because of his promise to Quinn:

Cyrus:  ”She’s precious to him. You understand? She’s his beating heart, held in the hands of his enemies. With her, they can bend him, they can break him, they can make the president dance like a monkey at a county fair. As long as his heart is out there, beating in the hands of China, North Korea, drug lords, Russia, God knows who else.  We are screwed. We stop it, we stop that beating heart, and that my friend is what your president would want us to do, it’s what he would demand us to do. If his heart were not out there, if it was in here, he would do it himself, so we do what he cannot do. We may need to neutralize the asset.”

Oh Cyrus.

You think I want this. Olivia is the Godmother of my baby and my friend, and believe me, I will avoid at all costs any harm coming her way. But the fate of our nation is more important than the life and liberty of one individual. You believe that, don’t you?

Cyrus is such a patriot. Poor Abby.

“We lost”

Wait, did they run out of time? How come Huck didn’t just add The Human Vibrator’s two million dollars?

Abby:  ”Cyrus is going to kill her.”

Andrew nekkid, and trussed up like a turkey being readied for thanksgiving dinner

I can’t tell you how much I loved that scene.

Cyrus: “I know that man”

Olivia: “Hi Stephen.”

Stephen: “Hi Liv”

I’m not gonna lie I became slightly overwhelmed with emotion and I bawled like a baby.

At that moment, I was shipping the hell out of Liv and Stephen. No lie. #AnybodyButFuckingJake

Olivia kicking the shit out of Gus.

Once a Gladiator, always a Gladiator”

That’s right Abby, now get back to your family at OPA, and stop trying to earn Cyrus’s respect. He ain’t loyal to anybody but Fitz.

Olivia: “We need your help. We need you

This was the nearest that Olivia gotten to asking for help for herself, and she still managed to make it a “We“ instead of an ”I”.

“Normal is overrated”

You know, in my mind, I assumed that Stephen and Georgia broke up. I guess I was right.

Stephen:  “You saved me. And I never thought I’d have the chance to return the favor”

News anchor: “Confirming reports that Vice President Nicholls has indeed suffered a massive stroke”

Oh Huck, you genius boy you. No more blood indeed.

Mellie: “You brought this on yourself”


Liv’s PTSD starting when being interviewed by the CIA Director.

Huck, Quinn and Jake taking Olivia back to her apartment instead of a hotel.

Jake: “I’ll be here”
Olivia: “No”
Jake:  “No?”
Olivia: “I’m tired”

Yeah, tired of you motherfucker.

Huck hugging Olivia.

Ok, now let’s tackle this final Fitz and Olivia scene: It was heavy as hell.

Olivia: You went to war.
Fitz: I had no choice.
Olivia: You did.
Fitz: I had no choice.
Olivia: I wanted to Vermont. Someone I used to know danced on this very spot just the other day and said I want Vermont.
Fitz: Liv—
Olivia: Let go of me.

Olivia: I have been riding and dying for you. I fixed an election for you. Sacrificed everything to keep you in office, we all did. Cyrus, James, Jerry, Harrison, Mellie. Every one of us. I was your mistress because you needed me.
Fitz: And I was willing to give it all up for you.
Olivia: Which is exactly the problem.
Fitz: I tried to give up my wife for you, my office! And you backed out every time.
Olivia: Of course I did. If you gave up the Presidency, what did I do all this for? Everything we did, I did, all of it, if you gave up the Presidency it would be a waste. Everything I’ve sacrificed to get you here, to keep you here, so you could be the best, so you could make history, so you could be the President you were meant to be. And you were. You were the President you were meant to be and then, when the true test came along, when I was taken because of you, you go to war? You sent thousands of innocent soldiers into harms way, some of them to their deaths, for one person.
Fitz: I had to save you.
Olivia: You didn’t save me. I’m on my own.

I imagine every one of Liv’s words feeling like a poisoned dart in the heart of the average Olitz shipper. And yeah, it hurt my heart a little bit.  But give me this kind of emotional, angry, back-to-the-wall type dialogue over their silent stares any day.  I will always love their one minute scenes, but they’ve gone past that now. They aren’t the same people that they were. Olivia isn’t even the same person she was a week ago. “Somebody I used to know?“ She’s talking about herself, clearly.  

There was an innocence attached to  those one minute scenes that can’t be replicated in any convincing way now. Too much has happened between them for that. All I’m ever looking for is proof that they’ve grown in some way. For many Olitzers, this was more of the same BS, not so for me. I live when they go at each other. There’s a chemistry there that I don’t see or feel with any other pairing on this show. I think ironically, Mellie and Fitz are the closest we get to this level of passion, anger, pure emotion, however most of that seems to come from Mellie, because Fitz often checks out of their arguments when he thinks she’s being unreasonable.

That scene in Liv’s apartment was perfection. There was so much said, so much that was unsaid, but for those who cared to look, it seemed pretty clear to me what that entire argument was about.  Personally, I love whenever when these two people are in the room together, whether they’re on friendly terms, whether they’re fucking or whether they’re decimating each other with words. This is fiction, so I can revel guilt-free, in the angst that submerges this relationship.

When Fitz asked Olivia if she’d been hurt, we knew what he was really asking. After all, he only just found out that his wife had been raped by his father and she’d kept it a secret from him.  He hasn’t recovered from that. He never wants to miss something that huge happening to somebody he loves or cares about again. Remember he asked Karen the exact same thing.

There were a few unhappy Olitzers of course. Mostly those who are on this ride for nobody but Fitz, so they rip into Olivia at the slightest provocation or the slightest sign that she’s hurt their precious Fitz. It’s the same people of course. They have zero interest in seeing things from Olivia’s point of view. They have zero interest in looking beyond her words. They have zero interest in examining her behavior. All they know is, she hurt their baby and she must be made to pay.

There are two characters on this show that I’m not here for, and that’s Jake and Rowan. Two sides of the same coin. I have no interest in seeing things from their point of view, and I make no bones about that. Nobody could ever, or dare ever accuse me of being a Jake fan. Everybody knows I hate him, so whenever I go in on him, they know where that intense dislike comes from, and I’m not trying to fool them into believing that I’m trying to be rational or fair in my critique of him. There’s no mystery with me, I hate the character, and I’m honest about that.

I wish I could say the same for certain fans who come disguised as Olitzers, but in actual fact, are Fitz fans who tolerate Olivia because he loves her.  I like to know exactly who hates Olivia, because that way, I can unfollow and block them. I have no time for Olivia hate on my dash, it pisses me off, so whenever I see it, I just add more people to my ignore list.

Anyway, enough rambling on.

I’m now going to make the effort to look at things from each POV for this analysis, because I think it’s important not to only see things from just one point of view.


Olivia has been through an awful lot in the past three/four months, let alone her ordeal at the hands of the kidnappers.

Her own father killed her lover’s son, and everything went to hell. She went away with the human vibrator only to find that her leaving everybody, had only made things worse. Fitz was heartbroken enough about his son, but he also tried to kill himself when he discovered that she’d left him. I get why she left. I really do, but to discover that things had only gotten worse in her absence would have been a blow.

She comes back to  a fractured OPA, Abby’s working at the White House, and Huck and Quinn are literally her only family left at the ranch. And of course Harrison has been murdered by her father. Dammit that’s a lot for one person to handle without going insane.

Then we have the kidnapping. She goes through all the stress with her monstrous father and mother, and just as she decides to just live in the moment, and stop stressing about her dysfunctional parents, she gets snatched under the nose of the alleged super-spy.

During captivity, she’s threatened, and she ends up shooting one man, and beating another of her captors unconscious.

When she thinks that she escaped, she then discovers that it’s all been an elaborate hoax. The guy she trusted, the guy that she thought had been shot because of her, is alive, and he’s actually the leader of the animals who had kidnapped her.

Her relationship with Fitz is then used to make the POTUS dance. Olivia declares that Fitz would never go to war for one person, he would never go to war for her, but even as she says it, she doesn’t believe it. That’s why she didn’t take the bet. She knows that she’s Fitz’s greatest Achilles heel.

Fitz goes to war to save her, and in doing so, brave soldiers die for the love of Olivia Pope. That’s a heavy weight and a heavy burden to bear for somebody who’s borne so much already.

She then bargains her way out of captivity, and eventually ends up with Ian’s brains all over her face, hair and clothes. Yet another death in her name, to add to the  thousands of lives being risked in a war that bears her name, a war that’s being fought for her freedom.

Olivia is rescued by one of her best friends and goes home.  She’s not herself. How could she be? She is now somebody who has killed, and somebody who’s responsible for the deaths of over forty brave soldiers. There’s an unnatural detachment, an unwillingness to touch or be touched.

She doesn’t say much to Quinn, Jake or Huck, because she’s probably still in a state of shock. What can she say? She gambled and won, but she knows the cost. Maybe she’s her father’s daughter after all?

Fitz comes to the door looking worried, and relieved that she’s alive. So pleased that she’s back.

Olivia understands that Fitz loves her, she does, but his saving her placed even more burdens on her shoulders. In that moment, all of the ways that she’s betrayed her principles, all of the things that she’s done for him, all of the ways that their desire to be together have impacted so many others, sometimes resulting in death. And now she’s responsible for forty plus more lost souls?

She couldn’t shout at Jake, her feelings for him just don’t run that deep, so she lashes out at the one person that she knows will always forgive her no matter what. He’s forgiven her before, and he’ll forgive her again, but right now, she needs to vent, and Fitz is the easiest target in that moment. As we’ve seen, he often is, but her anger isn’t completely aimed at him, not really.   I think a lot of it is about herself. The havoc that she’s managed to wreak once again. The things that he’s done for her.

Do you think it was an accident that Tom was in her dream of Utopia with Fitz? He told us. He was there because Olivia wanted to protect Fitz from herself. Even her subconscious mind is afraid of tainting him.  Of hurting him.   Her fear of damaging Fitz, and being the reason why he bargains once again, with the devil is ever present.

While she was running down the list of all the things that people have done for him, this is what I heard:

"I made you a fraudulent president. My father made you blow up a plane with 330 innocent civilians in it. I made you fly my mother, a terrorist out of the country, jeopardising your entire presidency.  My mother tried to blow you up, tried to kill you. My father succeeded in killing your son. And now, you’ve gone to war to save my life, and brave American soldiers, and innocent civilians have died as a result of you saving me. Yet another piece of your soul gone, and it’s all my fault. Again”

That’s what I heard. I know what she said, and some of it wont rest easy on those of us who still want them to be together, but I think she was stressed, and scared, and she felt guilty. Again.

Fitz once told Olivia that she’d ruined him. (Episode 216) She also told him in Vermont that she ruined him. Those feelings of guilt are ever present, and the only way they can get past it, is if she lets go of that overwhelming guilt.

Did her words mean that she only loves him as a president? If that’s what you read last night, then sorry, but you’re basic as fuck. If you watched her unravel and scream at him blaming him for everything, and wondered why she was such an ungrateful bitch, then I’m sorry, you’re as basic as fuck. If you got angry at her because she didn’t welcome him with open arms, fair enough, but you’re still basic as fuck and it would seem that your understanding of the human psyche after a traumatic event is vastly overrated.

Olivia had been kidnapped and used as a weapon to make her ex lover go to war, which resulted in innocent lives being lost. She was already struggling under the weight of Jerry’s death on her conscience, now she has the bodies of American soldiers to further crater her? That’s a lot for somebody who isn’t broken. For Olivia, it’s a nightmare that she can’t seem to wake from. Maybe give her a break?


Poor, poor Fitz. There is one person that he loves above any other in his life, and she gets kidnapped. Because his friend whom he chose as his VP, (despite warnings from Olivia) turned out to be a lying, cheating, greedy son of a bitch who sold him down the river, and attempted to use his love for Olivia against him.

He struggled to make the decision to go to war.  He knew that risking the lives of many for one wasn’t right, he knew it, but he did what we’d have all probably done for somebody we loved. He chose to save her, at the cost of innocent lives, both in West Angola and in the US. We saw what that decision did. We saw how hard it was. He was in an impossible situation. I’m not gonna lie, if I had to risk the lives of soldiers and people I didn’t know, to save the life of somebody I loved with the intensity that Fitz loves Olivia, I’d have done what he did. Of course I would. I’d take a bullet for the people I love, I’d do anything for my loved ones, and Fitz is that guy. He’s the guy who puts the personal above the political, above the law, above what’s deemed right. He’s the guy who loves fiercely and is fiercely loyal.

Everybody on his team were telling him that Olivia knew too much, she’d have to be killed. He didn’t hesitate even for a moment. There was no way he was going to have the love of his life killed by US forces. No way. Olivia just had to make it back alive, because if she didn’t, then not only would he have lost all those soldiers for nothing, but he would have literally lost his reason for breathing. If Olivia had been killed guys, I don’t think he’d have made it past a year. The guilt alone would have eaten at him, until it seemed like a welcomed relief to put a bullet through his brain.  Thanks to Mellie, we now know that suicide is not out of the realm of possibility for Fitz.

So after all the stress, the bodies, the deaths, the ceremonial burials, the strife, the heartache, the fear, he finally has the woman that he loves back home, safe, and alive.  And what does she do? What does she say? She screams at him. She’s beyond angry that he wasted all those lives for her. Why can’t she see that he couldn’t have let her die. Why couldn’t she see that what he did, he did out of love? All those hard decisions that he’d made, and for some reason, she just didn’t seem to get it. He’d rather die than lose her. He’d rather lose everything else in his life than lose her. Why didn’t she understand what this cost him? He’d gone to war for her. The ring that he gave her? She’s never taken that ring off, it’s a silent promise, an acknowledgment of what they are to each other, yet here she is throwing it at him. What more could he have done? What did she want from him? His heart breaks. She breaks his heart in a way that only she could. All that sacrifice, and she’s throwing it all back in his face. She’s making a mockery of a decision that he did not come by lightly. I feel the crack in his heart as she hurls those awful accusations at him. Does she really love him?  Or is she more in love with Fitz the president?

These two poor broken people. How the hell are they going to get past this? Well, for a start, time. Time apart would make a difference to both of them. It would let them both gain some clarity on the others situation and reaction. Also, Olivia is obviously suffering from some form of PTSD. She needs treatment. She needs treatment for everything she’s gone through. She needs to be able to deal with the devastation that her very presence has caused so many people. She needs to release. To talk and talk and talk until she can’t talk any more. She needs to free herself from the bonds of guilt that wrap around her like tentacles, guilt from the collateral damage that lay in her path as she walks by. Without help, she wont get better. Olivia needs a friend and a shrink.

Fitz needs to see a shrink too. He hasn’t dealt with his son’s death. He hasn’t dealt with his wife being raped by his dad, and he will not deal well with Olivia blaming him for everything wrong in her life. Blaming him for killing those soldiers. Accusing him of being a terrible president. Maybe his father was right all along? Of course what he may not realize just yet is that Olivia blames herself first and foremost. She did this. Starting from Defiance, everything that’s happened since, has been because of her in some way. So she believes anyway. Fitz doesn’t know this yet. He doesn’t know that in order to move them forward, Olivia has to forgive herself, and he has to learn to not try to hold on so tight to her. They will get through this. I have. no idea how, but after everything they’ve been through, I still believe in their love. Maybe ironically, now more than I have in the last two seasons. It feels less of a pretense now.

I saw people saying that they were definitely over, I don’t believe that even for a moment. But they need a break from each other. Olivia needs a break from everything and everyone. She needs to heal. Really heal. So does Fitz. 

Oh, and he still needs to get that freaking divorce for himself.

Anyway, that was an exhausting emotional episode, there was such a lot to unpack. I really hope that the writers don’t just treat this as a standalone episode. Olivia has to deal with her issues. Preferably without Jake and his bone-snapping, tears-licking, self. 


Bellamy Young tweeted the other day that she was fulfilling a Scandal dream.  I’m wondering if she was at OPA. She’s never had a scene there yet has she?  Wouldn’t it be ironic if somehow Mellie played a role in getting Fitz and Liv talking again? That seems so warped that Shonda’s bound to go there.

I would of course prefer Abby’s brand of shooting from the hip, because I know that there’s never any hidden agenda with her.

Was I the only person who felt like Rowan knew about Olivia’s kidnapping already? I’m still loathe to believe that Andrew was responsible for the damage that was wrought. Andrew? That weak-assed motherfucker did all this?  Once again…just…no.

There has to be repercussions from Fitz going to war with West Angola.  The most important people in the CIA now know for certain that Olivia Pope is his Achilles heel. Surely the writers aren’t going to sweep that mess under the rug, like it was nothing?

For a season that was supposed to be lighter for her, the writers sure are putting Olivia Pope and her president through the wringer aren’t they?

No sexy Outlander GIFs to end with today, I’m way too much in my broken Olitz feels. It hurts real bad but I kinda like it…