frank wills

Anne Frank was denied asylum in the US. Just lke hundred thousand more jews trying to flee from Nazi-Germany. People with dreams and ambitions are still being denied asylum, are dying on the sea, in the desert, in wars or being deported because people don’t see them as humans, but just as foreigners / refugees etc. Don‘t lament Anne Frank if you’re not willing to learn from history.

Frank Wills, an $80-a-week security guard, triggered the uncovering of the Watergate scandal 39 years ago today.

The Post picked it up from there.

From his obituary in the Post (he died in 2000 of a brain tumor): Mr. Wills was considered a forgotten figure of Watergate when, in 1997, came a deluge of interview requests on the 25th anniversary of the break-in. He emerged embittered, telling a Boston Globe reporter: “I put my life on the line. I went out of my way. … If it wasn’t for me, Woodward and Bernstein would not have known anything about Watergate. This wasn’t finding a dollar under a couch somewhere.”

Outlander/ACOTAR Similarities

I’m not sure if there is much crossover between the Outlander fandom and the ACOTAR fandom other than myself and @bonnie-wee-swordsman​, but I definitely has some major Outlander deja vu while reading ACOWAR!

If you haven’t read Outlander or ACOTAR, beware, there are light spoilers below for both series! AND if you haven’t read Outlander or ACOTAR, you should get off Tumblr and go read both series. Because you are worth the flood of emotions that both series bring! ;)

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screaMS SO after exams i haz a longer summer even for AS omg so basically i’m gonna make a new blog after exams for definite ! I have a few options and I wanna know what people think bout them !

  • @lovebestowed is so making me waNNA MAKE A SKYRIM BLOG FML maybe a cool NPC like Aela or Delphine or a Daedric Prince ( mah faves being Molag-Bal and Namira )
  • scrEAMS I was also thinking about rebooting my Gwendolyn for the 3rd time, should more people know / want to RP with an Odin Sphere muse ! the fandom kinda got a kick after Leifthrasir launched but it’s basically dead again now ;w;
  • I also wanna super super play a VILLAIN OMG i love playing villains ! in terms of final fantasy, my current choice would probably be Vayne Solidouche for being serious or Leblanc if I’m wanting to have more fun with it ! for other series, maybe a danganronpa muse (no spoilers for 3 i hAVEN’T SEEN 3 YET LMAO) or remaking mistral (MGR:R)

I have this tradition. It’s something I do now when a friend dies. I save his Rolodex card. What am I supposed to do? Throw it away in the trash can? I won’t do that. No, I won’t. That’s too final. Last year I had five cards. No I have fifty. A collection of cardboard tombstones, bound together with a rubber band. I hate these fucking funerals. I really do. And you know what else I hate? I hate the memorials. That’s our social life now. Going to these things.


The band of men sat together as a unit near the back of the chapel, all of their eyes dancing around from the guests that filled in around them and the individuals moving up the aisle to file in to the front, all dressed in similar gold bridesmaid dresses and sharp black tuxedos.

“She picked gold. You think that’s a sign?” He questioned with a glint of hope. His accompanying guests couldn’t help but chuckle at his idiocy. “She did not pick gold for you! Our colors are yellow!” Kevin responded.

That was close enough for Marco.

“Here he goes overthinking everything,” Erik muttered under his breath.

Marco kept his eyes squarely forward as he awaited her entrance, no matter who else walked into his view and no matter the comments his teammates were making. He had kind of wished he had sat away from them. They were far too distracting when his heart was already beating a mile a minute. Once the guests began to stand and turn to look over their shoulder, he did the same. The first sight of her in her long white designer gown caused him to lose his breath. She looked far more extravagant than he expected and a piece of him couldn’t help but to envision she was walking down the aisle towards him.

But she wasn’t. She was headed to be greeted by some Frank guy who didn’t deserve her in the slightest. Marco had every reason to think it should have been him instead. In fact, he had created a list last night messily sketched onto a scrap piece of wrinkled paper he had found under his dresser. On that paper was approximately 58 reasons she shouldn’t go through with this. The final reason?

He was in love with the way she sang along to a song she’s never heard.

So maybe his reasoning had gone from strong to weak but he kept all 58, currently hidden and stuffed into the pocket of his black dress pants.

“She’s gorgeous,” he let out to no one in particular. His eyes followed her every step, his eyes running up and down her as if she was a trophy he had yet to touch. He continued to do that once she was met at the altar by her soon-to-be husband. The thought alone made him shudder and he quickly sat down.

“You think if I keep staring at her, she’ll just know and stop it all?” He whispered to his teammates seated in the same row as him.

“No, you idiot,” Ciro asserted.

A woman in the row in front of them quickly turned in her seat and gave them a scolding “Shhh” to quiet them, tired of having to listen to the disturbing whispers of the party behind her. All of the guys, except Marco of course, held their hands up in innocence.

Once the woman turned back forward in her seat, the talking persisted. “We’ll never get invited to another wedding again,” Mats mumbled with a disappointed shake of his head.

His remarks were ignored. Marco was in his own world at the moment, trying to figure out the best way to go about this. “I can’t let her do this. I can’t.”

“What the hell are you going to do? Stand up when they ask who objects?”

“Yes,” Marco said confidently.

“Oh hell,” Nuri remarked, throwing his hands up in defeat.

“I knew I should have sat in the other row,” Erik mumbled to himself, beginning to prepare for the embarrassment that would come with the amount of eyes that were going to be facing his direction. All he wanted was to enjoy a nice wedding. Couldn’t he at least get that?

“Are you sure about that, mate? I mean…this is her day. Are you sure you want to ruin it and have her hate you?” Sven tried to reason with his teammate who was far past logic. He was already two feet in.

“I’d hate you after you made me waste thousands of dollars on fine chocolates,” Mats added.

“Is that all you’re thinking about?” Sven jerked his neck in Mats direction.

“What? I like chocolate,” Mats nonchalantly shrugged.

It was now Marco’s turn to speak up. “I don’t care how much she spent on this wedding if that means she has to be stuck with this guy for the rest of her life. Look at her. She looks so unhappy.”

Or at least that was the image of her he had painted over the real one because right now she was smiling uncontrollably and nearly on the verge of happy tears, her hands unable to stop shaking nervously as she listened to the priest speak.

“And besides,” Marco continued trying to reason with his teammates in hopes they wouldn’t hop up and leave the chapel as soon as he stood to protest. He didn’t want to have to face this daunting task alone. He needed their support in any way he could get it. “What if she’s pregnant with my child? Would that change your minds?”

Immediately all of their eyes widened, shocked and surprised as well as hoping no one was listening in to their conversation. “She’s pregnant?! With your kid?!” They all seemed to whisper in unison.

Marco quickly sunk into his chair, realizing that wasn’t the way to go. “Okay…so maybe she isn’t pregnant…but what if she was?”

Their shocked expressions quickly turned into stale ones. “You’re going mad,” Ciro commented for them all. “Look, do what you want and good luck to you. I’ll sit here but I’m not cheering and applauding when this all comes crashing down.”

That was enough for Marco. Not like he had much of a choice because it was now his cue, as the priest asked if there were any objections. Everyone sat forward in their seats expecting things to go on without a hitch. The bride and groom were lost in each other eyes, figuring the same but that didn’t stop Marco from standing from his seat.

“I object,” he spoke proudly, his stoic figure gaining the attention of everyone now as they turned to find who was the source of the disturbance. His teammates watched on slightly proud and slightly embarrassed, debating whether to hide their faces in their hands or clap for him actually going through with it.

Her eyes widened as soon as she realized it was him though it shouldn’t have been so surprising to see him here. She had invited him with the expectation he wouldn’t show, that he would be too hurt to and she didn’t blame him for that. But for him to not only show but to interrupt her wedding? That was unexpected. She struggled to verbalize anything while the groom stood drilling a painful stare in Marco’s direction. He shouldn’t have been surprised to see him either.

Marco needed no further permission or directions. He had watched this plenty of times in romantic movies he had rented, unbeknownst to anyone. He just needed to gather his breath well enough to speak and not trip while he walked over the feet of his teammates and down the aisle closer to her.

Everyone watched in awe, shocked, surprised, anticipating, everything. He was sure there were a few angry glares as well especially coming from Frank’s side of the family but there was one person he had on his side and that was Y/N’s brother who seemed to have a delighted smirk on his face as he sat in the front row watching this all unfold.

It was then that Marco reached into his pocket, only a few steps away from the woman he loved. “I-I…I wrote down every reason I could think of in four and a half hours of why you shouldn’t be marrying him.” He quickly zoned out, his eyes only focusing on her and not on the murmurs of people speaking around him or Frank’s warning glances.

“Number one, I’m in love with you. And I know that is so obvious because why else would I be up here? But I just need you to know that first and foremost. I wish I wasn’t so cowardly and I could have made sure you knew that before you got this far with someone else. It isn’t my intention to ruin your day and have you standing here looking at me crazy while you’re in this gorgeous dress and you’ve spent all this money on your fancy food and chocolates Mats won’t get to steal into his pockets…but I need you. I need you so much more than he wants you. I even made a list…”

He fished the paper out of his pockets quickly, all eyes still on him as everyone was unsure of how to handle this situation. “You can’t seriously be going through this entire list?” Frank snickered, no longer willing to entertain this poor love-struck man.

Marco ignored him and unfolded the paper anyway, struggling to read the now smeared pencil writings but she stopped him, holding out her hand and taking his wrist into her grasp. “Marco…”

“Don’t say anything unless you’re going to step down from this altar and into my arms,” he warned. It was obvious she was unsure of what to do, her eyes searching his for sincerity and searching her own heart for a hard to come by solution. It wasn’t as easy as running into Marco’s arms or shooing him away to continue her union with the man she was supposed to be marrying today.

“It isn’t that easy,” she commented with her eyes looking at him sympathetically.

“I know it isn’t easy but I also know you know what you really want. And if it’s me you’ll let me know before it’s too late. Like that first night you told me you loved me. That was real and though it was years ago, I know you still mean it. I know those feelings are still there. Just put your faith in me for once. Give us the chance you never did before.”

It was then that his hand stretched out, his palm facing upward waiting for her to put her hand on top of his. A dramatic gulp ran down her throat as her eyes drifted from his face and to his awaiting grasp.

And if you know me like I know you, you should love me, you should know…

It seemed everyone waited with bated breath to see what her decision would be. It was a decision that held a lot of weight but would have to be made within a matter of minutes. Marco just watched her expression, waiting for the slightest clue while his cheeks burned red. Frank looked to Y/N as well, waiting to see if he would be the one left at the altar while his dream woman scurried off into the arms of another man.

A shudder ran down her spine as she envisioned both scenarios, her pushing Marco away and turning to Frank and then the other scene of her flying into Marco’s arms, leaving everyone stunned.

Because her parents had never been introduced to Marco. All they knew was the lovely man she was minutes away from marrying for good and his family that they adored. She had never met Marco’s family either, only his extended family of his teammates. There was obviously more unknown on Marco’s side.

But she always found herself attracted to the unknown.

She turned to Frank briefly and her eyes spelled out all that he needed to know, her mouth mouthing words no one else could see but him and that was when she turned to Marco, gladly accepting his hand under hers.

His teammates silently pumped their fists under their seats, still afraid to verbalize their joy while everyone else was stuck silent in their seats, unsure of how to respond. Frank’s parents sat with their mouth hanging agape as the wedding they had spent so much on was being torched and the perfect daughter in law they envisioned at family holidays for years to come was now slipping from a dream to a harsh reality. Her parents sat unsure of how exactly to respond, mixed with the same emotions as his parents and one of being grateful their daughter may have been happier with another man. The only other person that mattered near the front was Justin, her brother, who watched on proudly, his hands grasped tightly waiting to applaud his baby sister and her decision because all along he knew she would find her way to where she belonged.

With Marco Reus.

“I’m sorry for having you make this decision like this,” Marco whispered for only her to hear.

“Don’t apologize. Thank you. Thank you for having the courage to do what I didn’t.”

And as they looked in each other’s eyes, they knew there was no other place, no other person, they’d rather be with no matter how long they had tried to deny it. The hardest part was over.

Thoughts? Send your feedback! This imagine was written to ‘One’ and ‘Friends’ by Ed Sheeran for those who want to listen. I thought it was going to be a mainly emotional one shot (which it still sort of was) but I had to make it slightly comedic with BVB.

gif credit to xagaaga.

The Frerard Theories: .she’s the prettiest girl at the party and she can prove it with a solid right hook.

Disclaimer:I’m not saying that this is the truth as for only Gerard and Frank know whatthe truth was. This is just a 20 year old girl who gets bored enough sometimes to analyze lyrics, and let me tell you, as an English Literature student I’m pretty damn good at it. If you don’t like frerard, don’t continue reading. I don’t want to change your mind, I don’t want for you to try and change mine. If you want to discuss something in a civilized way, feel free to contact me but otherwise I’m not interested. Also, note that I won’t ever, ever in my whole life go harassing these two men with frerard stuff because they have expressed they don’t like it and it’s disrespectful to not comply with what they want.

.she’s the prettiest girl at the party and she can prove it with a solid right hook.

i got my bags all packed and i’m ready to go. i’m standing outside of your figurative door. and i’m ready for the flight or to fall of a cliff, but if it’s alright with you i’d rather not miss out on us. cause your face is all i need to stay sane. i’ve spent my life getting in my own way. so i could use something good, i really need this to work out. of course the way things have been going it might be smarter to just cash out. but you’re on my mind, and the things that you say hurt me most of the time. but i’m sinking fast so it’s alright. i’ve tied my stomach in knots and I’m ready to know. i’ll put it on the line if you’d just give it a go. cause i wanna be the only one to hold you so close and so tight. and if it’s cool with you, i’d really love to spend the night. you said you never wanna be saved, well, that’s ok because i really wouldn’t know how. just know that the best that i’ll ever be is whatever you make me and wherever you are…you’re on my mind, and the things that you say hurt me most of the time. but i’m on your side, cause i know i’m not easy to deal with sometimes. but i’m sinking fast, so it’s alright. all we wanted was what we were, and what we were was young and naive. i found my place in this world, it’s in your wake. you’re on my mind, and the things that you say hurt me most of the time. but i’m on your side, because i know i’m not easy to deal with sometimes. but once in a while, i wish you would tell me if you even care. because i’m sinking fast, and i need you…i need you to know that i’m alright.

First of all, i’d like to say this song is beautiful. One of my favourites of .stomachaches. and yes, i do think it talks about Gerard, and I’ll be also talking about the video because I found some interesting things there too.

This song is about a break up. It’s about Frank not being ready to move on. i got my bags all packed and i’m ready to go. i’m standing outside of your figurative door. This is basically Frank saying “you’re throwing me out again.” He’s standing on a figurative door because Gerard was never clear to him, that’s why it’s not a literal door. Also, I think he’s telling us to not take this literally, to search for a ‘’figurative’’ meaning. Standing on someone’s door is also a way of saying that he’s out there, waiting for him.

and i’m ready for the flight or to fall of a cliff ‘’and I’m ready to move on (the flight) or rather fall off a cliff.’’ He’s saying that all of this makes him feel bad, that he’s trying so hard to move on but he feels like falling because it hurts. Because he can’t be with Gerard, and he loves him. He doesn’t want things to end. This was written when they started interacting a bit again after the band’s break up, mind this.

but if it’s alright with you i’d rather not miss out on us. ‘’but please, if you just gave me another chance, I’d be there. No matter what.’’ They are talking a little again, and this is giving frank hopes. He’s trying to be there, to get back together, no matter what. Because when you love someone, you give them all the chances in the world. They can treat you badly, they can hurt you. But you still want to not miss out on them.

cause your face is all i need to stay sane. Gerard is what keeps Frank sane. Remember back in ProjRev, when it all seemed to have ended between them? Frank was going crazy. He was so depressed it almost hurts to see his performances with LeATHERMOUTH and read his lyrics and poems. Not being with Gerard makes him be ‘’crazy’’, mentally ill, depressed. Performing with Gerard, just seeing his face, keeps him happy, because Frank lives for Gerard. We all know he didn’t want the band to be done. He didn’t see it coming, he has said that. He didn’t know about it and he didn’t like it. That’s why he got pissed at Gerard in the first place, because as always, Gerard wasn’t being clear with him. Frank misses this band, it was his life, he’s said that. I think it wasn’t just a band. It was what connected him with Gerard and now it’s done and he didn’t want this to happen. But then again, he only wants to make Gerard happy, because seeing his face is what keeps him alive.

i’ve spent my life getting in my own way. so i could use something good, i really need this to work out. To me this line is fucking interesting. I mean, if this was about Jamia, how does she fit in here? He knows that everything is going to work out between them, for fuck’s sake, they are married. Everything is okay between them, this is not about her. This is about a relationship where both of the people involved have made mistakes. Frank getting engaged with Jamia in the middle of the writing of TBP for example. We all know something bad happened in that house, because suddenly Frank was engaged and they didn’t flirt on stage anymore. Gerard reacted by getting himself engaged with someone that was stalking him. I mean, it was like he was screaming at Frank ‘’I don’t fucking need you. I don’t love you’’ (yes, I think I don’t love you was a song about G+F). They both have made mistakes, they both have gotten in their own ways. Now, he says ‘’I really need this to work out’’, basically, he really needs all this new interaction with Gerard to lead to something more, because he can’t stand the possibility of losing him. Period.

of course the way things have been going it might be smarter to just cash out. This line talks about how their relationship actually is. How Gerard always deceives him, makes him think he’s ready to take the next step just to let him fall again, that’s why it would be smarter to not to do this. They have just started talking again, and Frank is struggling with the idea that if he lets Gerard in again, it’s just going to cause him a lot of pain, but then again, he can’t simply bear the idea of being without him.

but you’re on my mind, and the things that you say hurt me most of the time. ‘’but I’m always thinking about you.’’ Of course he is. Even if this song wasn’t for Gerard (which it is) it doesn’t make any sense to try and fit Jamia here. The only person that makes sense here is Gerard. If you don’t believe this, please give me your reasons. ‘’the things that you say hurt me most of the time’’ I think this refers to Gerard not being clear about them. Gerard telling the world it was a fake, nothing but ‘’stage gay.’’ How would it make you feel if the person you’re in love with told the world that your relationship was a fake? Knowing that Gerard doesn’t want to say the truth about them must be really hard.

but i’m sinking fast so it’s alright. He’s saying that he’s going back to being depressed again, and really fast. He obviously misses him, he misses the band and he misses everything that has to do with Gerard altogether. It’s destroying me knowing that Frank is depressed about the break up. That he didn’t want it to end. I mean, I understand the reasons behind it, I understand why Gerard had to put it to an end. I understand why Mikey needed this. But Frank didn’t want this to end, because it was his connection with Gerard. Months of touring, just both of them, no wives, no kids. No real life while being on the tour, just them against the world:

Frank: We live on each other… we’re in each other’s faces.
Gerard: We sleep with each other.
Frank: Like, 24/7, yeah. I mean, that’s it. It’s us and the world.

‘’it’s just us and the world.’’ Mind this, he isn’t referring to the whole band here, Gerard isn’t referring to the whole band here. They are talking just about them, saying that when they are together, there’s nothing else in the world.

i’ve tied my stomach in knots and I’m ready to know. ‘’I’ve tried to wrap my head around the idea of not having you ever again, so just tell me.’’ That’s it. This is a song about a break up, a story that ends, but one of the people involved isn’t ready to move on, as I’ve said. Does this ring a bell? Do you know anyone who isn’t ready to move on from someone and something? Frank here is just asking Gerard to be clear for once and for all, if they are done, if this is it, he wants him to tell Frank. Even if it hurts (stomach tied in knots), even if it’s going to be difficult. Frank needs to know what is going to happen now that the band is done.

i’ll put it on the line if you’d just give it a go. As always, Frank is being extremely poetic here. Let’s give a look at the definition of ‘’put it on the line’’: to risk failure. Basically, Frank is willing to risk being hurt again if Gerard would only give this another chance. Another start. Frank wants to do this again, even if he knows it would probably involve a lot of pain, because he loves Gerard. He needs Gerard, he wants to be with him. This is Frank asking Gerard if they could get back together, maybe even as a band.

cause i wanna be the only one to hold you so close and so tight. Boom. Frank again being extremely explicit. Frank again telling us that this isn’t about Jamia. Of course he’s the only one that holds her ‘’close and tight.’’ They are fucking married. But he’s not the only one who holds Gerard that way, is he? He wants Gerard just for him, he wants this to be real. He needs to stop hiding, he needs Gerard all for himself.

and if it’s cool with you, i’d really love to spend the night. ‘’if you’d let me, I’d stay forever.’’ I think the purpose of this song is to make Gerard know that Frank is still there. That even if he’s hurt, even if he knows he would probably hurt Frank again, he’s still there for him. No matter what. But Gerard doesn’t want to break his plastic life. I mean, I know he loves LynZ. But I catch like a weird vibe from that relationship, like something’s off. It’s like Gerard feels the need to talk about her, almost praise her, just so no one suspects. Look at Frank’s relationship with Jamia for example: Frank doesn’t need to praise her at all, because he’s sure about that. He knows what Jamia is for him, and he knows she’s in love with him, and when that happens, you don’t need to constantly talk about it. Gerard, on the other hand, feels the need to tell everyone how awesome his life is, how happy he is. Usually, this happens when that isn’t true. Usually this happens when you’re not happy with your life, but if you let people know about that, it’s not going to make things easier. Questions would be asked. Gerard doesn’t want that. He’s had the opportunity to deny being into guys a thousand times, and all of them, he hasn’t been clear about it. It just seems a bit off to me.

you said you never wanna be saved, well, that’s ok because i really wouldn’t know how. This is Gerard telling Frank that he doesn’t want to be saved from the lies he’s gotten both of them into. I mean, how would the world react if Gerard said tomorrow that he was in love with Frank? Do you know how many questions that would raise? Frank couldn’t help Gerard out on this one, because they’ve tried to not to talk about this a thousand times. Gerard has hidden in his plastic life and if he told us tomorrow that he was in love with Frank, everyone would be asking questions, everyone would be judging. And Frank really doesn’t know how to help him here. UPDATE: I JUST FOUND LIKE THE ULTIMATE EVIDENCE THAT CONNECTS GERARD TO THIS SONG:

“I learned that the world doesn’t want to be saved, and it will fucking punch you in the face if you try.”-Gerard Way.

Fuck me if this song isn’t about Gerard. Like come on, too many coincidences.

just know that the best that i’ll ever be is whatever you make me and wherever you are… just know that the best of me is you. Just know that I’ll be there for you, because you make me a better person. Just know that being with you, in the same place at the same time, is what makes me the best of me. I mean. Come on. This is obviously Frank telling Gerard that he loves him, that he wants to be with him. If this isn’t a fucking declaration of love, I don’t know what is.

you’re on my mind, and the things that you say hurt me most of the time. but i’m on your side, cause i know i’m not easy to deal with sometimes. but i’m sinking fast, so it’s alright. Even if you say things that hurt me like 24/7, I kinda understand you, because I know it’s difficult to put up with me. Have you ever seen Frank on stage? He kicked Gerard in the balls once. He’s injured Bob, Mikey, I think he’s even injured Ray at some point. He’s ‘’difficult’’ to deal with, he knows it. He understands to a point why this is not easy for Gerard. He knows he has flaws, that’s why he’s ‘’on Gerard’s side.’’

all we wanted was what we were, and what we were was young and naïve. This is for me the most explicit line in this whole song. ‘’what we wanted is in the past now, we were young and didn’t have a care.’’ He wants that back. But he can’t have it because they are both ‘’grown ups’’ now. They have a family, they have broken up the band. They are doing other things. They thought the world wouldn’t notice about what was going on between them, and that’s why they were naïve. He wants that back, that innocence, those first moments of their relationship.

i found my place in this world, it’s in your wake. ‘’my place in this life is at your side.’’ He wants to see Gerard when he’s most vulnerable ‘’in his wake.’’ He wants to be with Gerard at all times, because it’s where he feels like he belongs. Being side by side with Gerard is what makes him feel alive, it’s what makes him feel happy.

you’re on my mind, and the things that you say hurt me most of the time. but i’m on your side, because i know i’m not easy to deal with sometimes. but once in a while, i wish you would tell me if you even care. because i’m sinking fast, and i need you…i need you to know that i’m alright. Again, Frank knows he’s not easy to put up with, he has flaws too and he’s made mistakes as well, that’s why he understands that Gerard says stuff that hurts him and that’s why he’s on his side. This is where shit gets real ‘’but once in a while, I wish you’d tell me if you even care’’ this excludes Jamia. Like it’s not possible to say this song is for her. It’s not possible. He knows that Jamia cares. Period. But Gerard? How can he know if Gerard cares? He’s been letting him get hurt for years now. Gerard has been making out with him just to let him go shortly after because he was scared. Gerard has been in love (still is if you ask me) with Frank just to marry another person because he didn’t want the world to know about this. If you loved someone and they didn’t show it to you, they didn’t want to go public with you, you’d wonder if they care at all. If they love you or this is just for fun. Frank needs to know this because he’s feeling depressed again. Even if Gerard doesn’t care anymore, he needs to know if he cared back in the day. Now, he repeats ‘’I need you’’ for five times (because he needs Gerard, I’ve said that earlier), and he needs him to know that he’s alright. That it’s okay, he didn’t want to break up the band, but he understands why. He wants to be with Gerard, but he understands why he can’t be with him. Still he needs him. (this seriously breaks my heart).

Other facts:

Now, since I love this song, I’ve seen all the live performances I could find on YouTube. And what was my surprise when I found one where Frank said (and I literally quote): ‘’I wrote about one of the strongest PEOPLE I know. And it’s a very true story. It’s about being a complete mess but still finding true love and hoping that it kinda saves you from yourself.’’ Fuck my life if this isn’t about Gerard. It’s very interesting how he says PEOPLE. Not Girl. Not woman. PEOPLE. Again, as he does in .where do we belong? anywhere but here. he’s making sure to not to use a specific gender. I mean, come on. Gerard is one of the strongest people Frank knows, the man was able to get sober within 14 days. Remember when Gerard was throwing up in the bushes and falling to the floor? He told Frank: I’ll get better, I promise. (it’s a very true story). 

Now comes the huge part: being a complete mess but still finding true love and hoping that kinda saves you from yourself. This, for me, has two options: Gerard being a complete mess, falling in love with Frank and hoping Frank saves him from himself (I’ll get better, I promise). It wasn’t Mikey he was promising this to. It was Frank. We all know Frank was by Gerard’s side all through his rehab. (also, this reminds me of Boy Division, when Gerard sings ‘’save me from my self-destruction’’). Too many coincidences again. The other possibility, is that he’s talking about himself and about how falling in love with Gerard, even if it hurt him, saved him when he was having stomach problems and being depressed in general back in LeATHERMOUTH. When did Frank start to get better? When he started talking again with Gerard. Of fucking course.

Now, the video. It shows a bear who falls in love with a girl, but in order to approach her, he has to shave all his hair and become human. He has to hide his true self. To me this talks about being in the closet. I mean, Gerard isn’t clear about him liking guys. Gerard hid himself to be with Frank. Just like the bear. And then, when he finally shows the girl who he really is, the girl turns out to be just like him. Frank is telling Gerard that if they stop hiding, if they stop pretending, they can be together. If they let their true selves come out, they can be together again. Just look at the video, to me that’s what means.

wanderingroundwonderland  asked:

do you have any post-hoo frankercy headcanons? or really any frankercy headcanons post-son :)

MMKAY, here we go, because oh boy, do I.

  • Frank’s first impression of Percy is unabashed hero worship, because Percy really does know how to make a first impression. He’s obviously a natural leader, indisputably powerful, and is obviously an important part of the Prophecy of Seven. Plus, Percy just looks like a hero to Frank.
  • Hazel and Frank have a few hushed conversations about it, because they’re impressed and who could blame them, really. Hazel teases him just a bit about having a crush, and Frank just blushes furiously and denies denies denies.
  • The thing is, as Frank starts to become a leader in his own right, he starts to realize how incredibly difficult leading can really be. The more closely he works with Reyna, the more he’s able to recognize that it takes a toll on her, as well, and he gets pretty good at recognizing when she needs a break. Navigating praetorship is hard, and Frank’s serving at a time of peace, so he can only imagine how much worse it could be.
  • So the next time Frank sees Percy, he knows what to look for, and he gets it, on a level that he didn’t before. Frank knows what it looks like when you’re hiding sleepless nights and crushing fears and deep-seated insecurity.
  • He sees how it wears on Percy when the younger campers (and some of the older ones, too) look at him with that slightly awestruck reverence. He knows the spotlight makes Percy uncomfortable, and he knows that Percy really isn’t interested in recounting some of his experiences.
  • Percy doesn’t find it therapeutic to talk about his experiences. He just doesn’t. Not a lot of people seem to get that, but oddly, Frank does.
  • It’s a bit hesitant, at first. They sort of have to build a new friendship, one that puts them on equal footing with each other. But eventually, it’s comfortable.
  • Percy really grows to value Frank’s company, because unlike a lot of people in his life, Frank is not highstrung. He’s very mild-mannered, and Percy finds it easy to talk about everything at once and nothing at all.
  • At the same token, sometimes Frank just needs to not think, and he really values the way Percy can just kind of bounce from topic to topic without any real pressure.
  • They can talk about really serious things without needing to have some deep existential, soul-bearing, emotional conversation, which is really great for both of them.
  • Frank’s best quality, as far as Percy’s concerned, is helping without freaking out. Percy can actually be honest about how he’s really feeling without being pressed and needled and patronized, and discovers that Frank is really good at giving advice.
  • If Percy ever admits to something troubling, it’s Frank who hears about it first. It’s just easy for Percy to talk to him; Frank doesn’t fly off the handle or get fazed when Percy is truly, brutally honest, but takes it in stride.
  • Frank checks in frequently, especially after Percy admits something troubling, but unlike with some of the other people in his life, this doesn’t irk Percy. Frank’s never made him feel like a burden. He’s the most likely person that Percy will accept help from, because Frank never, ever guilts Percy or makes him feel badly for dumping his problems on him.
  • When Percy’s worried about being alone but doesn’t want company, Frank is always his first choice, because he’s a quiet presence, but also firm and dependable.
  • Frank still deals with a lot of insecurity, and Percy is the most likely person that he’ll listen to, because Frank knows that every compliment Percy gives him comes from a place of total honesty.
  • Percy could really use some more steadiness in his life, and he’s really grateful that Frank is willing to provide that.
  • By the same token, Frank has a hard time letting things lie and moving on, but Percy is known to step in when it’s all just too much. Most of the time, Percy doesn’t even have to utter a word. Frank just trusts that Percy has his best interests at heart, and wouldn’t interfere with his work unless it was necessary.
  • They use each other as a screening process before delivering news to anyone else. They’re constantly talking about the best way to bring something up, how to phrase something, or whether or not it’s better to do something now or wait until a later time.
  • They call each other first with big news, because they’re both vaults when it comes to secrets. When it comes to good things, they’re really good about being excited and supportive for each other without embarrassing the other person, since they both don’t like being the center of attention. When it comes to bad things, they can both be counted on to digest it quietly and help each other reach a solution.
  • They catch up about the small things more than any other grouping of the Seven. It’s just really nice to be able to talk about TV shows and homework and food and camp drama, instead of feeling pressured to rehash nightmares and discuss PTSD symptoms.
  • Frank never really does lose his slightly awestruck respect for Percy, but it just manifests itself in quieter, more subtle ways. Instead of feeling lingering insecurity, Frank just feels proud of his friend, now.
  • From the outside looking in, nobody’s really sure when they got to be so close, but it’s abundantly obvious that the friendship does each of them a world of good.

anonymous asked:

but pls consider genderfluid frank

Thanks friend! This idea is really cool and makes quite a bit of sense too

- He’s was always uncomfortable in his skin, not wanting anyone to look at him. Frank figured that there were good and bad self-esteem days; everyone else seemed to have them so he didn’t question it

- After realizing he’s gender fluid, he figured out that on his bad days he didn’t want attention as a boy but was fine with attention as a girl

- Frank was super nervous to tell Hazel. There was lots of stuttering and rushed explaining and nervous sweat, but Hazel just smiles and thanks Frank for trusting her

- When Frank feels like Felicity, she slowly - as nudged by Hazel - begins wearing more makeup and feminine clothing. The first time it happens people stare. At breakfast, Felicity comes out as gender fluid while Hazel holds her hand, beaming

- Frank is terrified of what Nico will think, but he’s silent for a minute before smiling and nodding. He doesn’t say much, but he’s melting on the inside about the fact that Frank is willing to confide that information to him. Frank can see it in his eyes and knows Nico accepts him

- Word spread around camp. The Aphrodite cabin starts explaining to everyone how to use proper pronouns and is, surprisingly, one of Felicity’s best defense squads (besides her group of friends)

- Piper giving her makeup tips

- Annabeth researching and teaching gender and sexuality at camp so no one goes through what Felicity went through

- Hazel reassuring Frank and Felicity that it doesn’t matter what gender they are, because she fell in love with their heart

- Reyna lending a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on

- Percy and Jason and Nico attacking anyone who is a dick

This headcanon is super cool! Thank you for sharing

Mod Isabel

I wanted to talk about parallels between conversations Frank has with Karen and conversations Daredevil has with The Punisher. Because, let’s face it - Frank is a better person when he is around Karen. 

One of the more standout moments is when Daredevil questions the Punisher about orphans vs Frank speaking to Karen about the children he’s orphaned.

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already i’m so lonesome i could die

Vietnam AU

Strange, the things you remember. Single images and feelings that stay with you, down through the years.

Like the moment Claire realized that her marriage to Frank Randall was over.

Her mind jumped and danced from thought to thought as Frank told her everything.

Or at least – what she hoped was everything.

It was true that his work prevented him from contacting her. From contacting anyone outside his division. As a result, it forged very close bonds with the people within Military Intelligence.

And in this case, extremely close bonds.

“A stenographer, Frank? Really?”

He looked down at his hands.

How come she hadn’t realized before that he wasn’t wearing his wedding ring?

“She was there, Claire. I have had to make some excruciatingly difficult decisions. I couldn’t talk to my CO about it. I couldn’t talk to my colleagues about it.”

“But you *could* tell her.”

He clenched his jaw. To his credit, he looked up at her and met her gaze squarely.

“I could. And I did. And Claire – Claire, this has absolutely nothing to do with you, and everything to do with me.”

The windowpane rattled as a truck drove by outside, plowing the snow-covered road.

Plowing a furrow right through what precious little remained of Claire’s heart.

“Are you fucking serious, Frank? I’m not stupid. Don’t give me the ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ bullshit.” She sprang to her feet and turned away from him, peering out the window at something – anything – as long as it wasn’t his face.

“I’m stronger than that, Frank. I fucking *deserve* more than that.”

“You do, Claire. But it’s the truth. I swear to you – it’s the truth.”

Claire watched two MPs hitch a plow up to the front of a Jeep, get back inside, and slam the doors shut.

The windowpanes rattled again.

Behind her, Frank’s breaths were shallow.

She turned to face him. God, he looked sick in this terrible yellow light.

God, she felt sick just being in the same room as him.

“But an annulment, Frank?”

He nodded. “Yes – it’s the best way forward for us, Claire. We can petition the Church and then it will be quickly behind us. I don’t want to go to court. I don’t want to argue over what meager possessions we have – ”

“I don’t give a fuck about any of that, Frank. You know me better than that.”

He rested his head in his hands, digging his fingers through his hair.

“I don’t know you anymore, Claire. And you know that as well as I do.”

Everything came into focus with those two short sentences.

“But an annulment – Frank, that’s saying that our marriage never officially happened. I – I can’t - ”

“It allows you – and me – to one day remarry in the eye of the Church. It will be quick and easy in our case – the priest will understand. Just think about it, Claire – in all the time we’ve been married, how many weeks have we actually spent together?”

Claire’s hands gripped the windowframe, feeling the cheap paint crumble in her hands. “This is a convenience for you, Frank. An easy way out. Don’t think I don’t see that.”

He shrugged. “You didn’t answer my question.”

She shook her head. “I’m not even dignifying it with a response. Because you’re giving up. Hasn’t everything I’ve said to you this afternoon proven to you that I’m willing to fight for you, Frank? That I’m willing to fight for our marriage? To do whatever the hell it takes to make it work?”

“You’re going to medical school, with our without me. It would be so much easier without me.”

“You didn’t even let me tell you that I’d be willing to go to school wherever you were stationed!”

Finally her voice rose to match her anger and indignation and impatience with the whole damn situation.

“I would have postponed it if it meant I could spend more time with you, you bastard! But you’re shutting the door in my face before I’ve even had a chance to explain myself.”

“You have your own plans, Claire. I don’t want to get in the way of them.”

“Bullshit,” she seethed. “Bullshit. You don’t want to even try to make this work.”

He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

Memory surged – the first time she’d seen him do that was right before he’d proposed to her. That magical, far-off day when they were young and foolish and she was so, so naïve and didn’t care that he hadn’t given her a diamond to seal his promise.

“Claire – to be honest, I don’t. I have a woman waiting for me back on the west coast. I want to do right by her. I want to be married to her more than I want to be married to you.”

So this was how a marriage ended.

She wanted to hurl the bedside alarm clock at his head.

But instead she nodded, waiting for tears that never came.

Because to cry would indicate that there was emotion felt – and that the thing that was lost was worth mourning.

This thing – this marriage – that had been lost was not worth anything.

“Well then,” she rasped, hands on her hips, feeling so calm. Uncannily calm. “I want you to take care of all the paperwork for this annulment. I want you to pay for it. I want access to the storage locker where our things are kept. And then I never, ever want to see you again.”

“I can do that.” His voice was small. He was a shell of the man she thought he was.

Had he ever truly been the man she thought he was?

“And now I want you to get out of this room, and explain to your CO why I will be staying here indefinitely, until I hear back from medical schools. Because you have conveniently left me with nowhere else to go.”

“Claire – ”

“No, Frank. I was willing to make a life with you. To make a home with you. I flew halfway around the world for you, for something that I wanted. But if you don’t want it, then I sure as hell don’t want it.”

He stood and shuffled to the closet, retrieving his coat. He stood with his back to her as he buttoned it.

She strode across the room and opened the door.

He turned to retrieve his bag, then approached her.

“You’ll get in to every school you apply to. They’ll recognize your gift, Claire. I envy you, that you have such a calling.”

He was trying.

She didn’t care.

“I don’t want your envy. I don’t want anything from you, anymore. I wanted to give you everything, Frank.”

He shifted the bag on his shoulder. “I know, Claire. I’m sorry.”

“And I don’t want your apologies, either.”

He nodded. “I deserved that.”

For a long moment they looked at each other.

Claire’s right thumb and forefinger reached for her left hand, slid off his gold ring, and held it out to him.

“I don’t need this anymore.”

He secreted it away in the pocket of his dress trousers. Emotionless.

“Merry Christmas, Frank. I hope she makes you happy.”

Something flickered across his face – but then hardened.

“I wish you happiness, Claire. You deserve it.”

“I make my own happiness, Frank.”

He entered the dimly-lit corridor and faced her for the last time.

“You always have.”

Then he walked right out of her life.

She didn’t even stay in the door to watch him reach the end of the hallway.

Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp locked the door behind her, leaned against it, counted to ten, and exhaled.


A/N: kinda for mature audiences

Frazel needs more love guys.

    Hazel sat straight up, the image of the the giant rising from the pit still evident in her mind. She thought the nightmares had stopped, it had been years since she last had one.
“Hazel? What’s wrong?” Piper asked, she was still laying down, her eyes closed, only half awake by the looks of it.
“Nothing, nothing, just a nightmare. Go back to sleep” she assured her, sitting up, Piper looked at her with as much concern a sleepy 24 year old could muster.
“You’re sure?” She asked through a yawn, Hazel laughed quietly, as much as she wanted to care, Piper’d much rather sleep.
“Go to sleep, Piper. I’ll be fine, nothing some fresh air can’t fix”
“Alright, just don’t go into the forest” she was already back in bed, the covers pulled over her head and snoring soundly when Hazel climbed out of bed. No one was going to be up this late so she didn’t bother changing out of her pajamas, instead she just opted for pulling on one of the sweaters that littered their room’s floor “Watch for the harpies” Piper mumbled, in her sleeping state she probably thought that they were at camp half-blood, there weren’t any harpies in Montauk. At least any that Hazel knew of. Laughing, Hazel exited the room. Her first thought was going to the lake but something caught her eye. On the couch was a sleeping bulldog, Frank. Laughing quietly she walked over and let herself have a second to appreciate how he was sleeping, he was on his back, tongue sticking out, his paw would even twitch every now and then with every snore.
“Frank” she said patting his stomach, he changed back to human but still wasn’t awake. “Frank” she said again, this time shaking his shoulder since he was now shirtless, and she would be a bit embarrassed if he woke up to her hand on his stomach. However, he didn’t even stir. Rolling her eyes, Hazel climbed onto the small couch and with her cheeks going warm, she swung one leg over him and straddled his waist.  She smiled down at him, he looked so peaceful asleep, the stress of being Praetor was washed away, the permanent furor in his brow was gone. She almost didn’t want to wake him. Sighing,  she leaned down so that her face was just inches from his “If this doesn’t work I swear” she mumbled before placing her lips on his. It took a second but he started kissing back as his hands went up to her waist.
“What’re you doing?” She pulled away and shrugged.
“I had a nightmare” his confusion turned into concern but Hazel was quick to assure him that the dream was forgotten.
“You wanna go back to sleep then?” She didn’t answer, instead she took in the way she was sitting on him, her hands were now resting on his chest, his were on her waist, it was a position they weren’t in often, but as much as Hazel wouldn’t like to admit it, she kind of liked it. “Hazel?” He asked again, this time poking her side making her let out an involuntary giggle. Continued his poking, her laughs just got louder as he sat up and flipped them over.
“Fra-ank stoooppp” she whined, his poking turned to tickling and Hazel'so laughs turned silent, a sign that Frank really should stop us torture “I-I can’t breath” she wheezed, Frank finally stopped and just look down at her as she caught her breath. “Never do that again” she warned poking his chest. Chuckling he bent down to kiss her.
“Sorry” he mumbled once he pulled away “You’re just so cute when you laugh” he’s told her before, many times, but she never failed to start blushing everytime he did. She even started fanning her face, a habit that never went away. “So cute” he whispered bending down again. Her hands found their way up to his hair, while one kept him propped up his other hand lightly gripped her hip. It had been a long time since they were able to do anything like this. He had guards in front of his door, she shared a dorm with 3 other girls. Nothing about being in New Rome and Camp Jupiter gave them any privacy. When Percy called them up and asked if they wanted to spend a week at his cottage, they jumped at the chance. However, with Jason in the middle of building a temple, he wouldn’t be able to come for a few days. Piper begged Hazel to share the room with her, she didn’t want to sleep alone. Annabeth and Percy took the master bedroom of course, and Leo called dibs on the third bedroom, and since Frank was not willing to get fried in his sleep, he took the couch. With all that put together, privacy was still an issue. Which was proved when the sound of someone walking down the stairs made Hazel and Frank scramble to fix themselves.
“Oh, wasn’t expecting anyone to be awake” it was Annabeth, her hair was a complete mess and she was only dressed in a t shirt that obviously belonged to Percy and a pair of bright blue rainboots. Hazel knew what they were planning on doing this week, they too were deprived of privacy since they were still living in their camp cabins, it was only until New Athens was built but it was taking its toll on them. Hazel was just glad that the master bedroom in this place was soundproof. “I just have to grab some con-something from the car” Annabeth said, but before she could rush off to the door someone else came stumbling down the steps. It was Percy, he was wearing a pair of shorts that were hanging a bit too low to be safe. Not even noticing Hazel or Frank, he wrapped his arms around Annabeth and started kissing down her neck. Hazel sighed and dropped her head into her hands, they had an entire bedroom to themselves, was this really necessary?
“Why are you taking so long?” He whined. Frank cleared his throat making Percy freeze.
“Uhm, guys?” looking up and not completely caring, Percy smiled.
“What are you two doing up? It’s almost
..actually I don’t really know what time it is, I was too busy to check” he was acting as if he was drunk, even though he didn’t even have a sip all night, but in a sense he could’ve still been.
“It’s 1 in the morning, why are you guys still awake?” Annabeth asked raising her eyebrows at the pair “Hazel?”
“She had a nightmare and came down here” Frank answered for her, she refused to look up in case Annabeth and Percy decided that right now was the perfect time to-
“Percy will you stop that?”
“Oh gods guys just, just take these and get back upstairs before you scar us” Frank tossed them a box and Annabeth stared at it with wide eyes.
“You carry condoms with you? I didn’t know you two were-”
“Okay, bye!” It took less than 5 seconds between Percy pulling Anabeth up the stairs and for them to hear the bedroom door slam shut. “Hazel they’re gone” finally looking up, Hazel frowned at him.
“You gave them the entire box”
“Well Percy’s hand sorta disappeared and I didn’t want to waste time with taking some out” those two had absolutely no shame. Sighing, Hazel stood and put her hands out for Frank to take. But instead of pulling Frank up, Frank pulled her down. “Hey, Levesque”
“Hey, Zhang” she moved so that she was properly sitting on his lap, hands back in his hair she leaned down to leaned down to kiss him. She was starting to like being the one on top.
“As hot as this is, I need your car keys” Hazel groaned and dropped her head to Frank’s shoulder, did no one sleep now days?  
“Why my keys? Why can’t you use Percy’s car?”
“Would you use Percy’s car?” Piper asked, she was still in her pajamas, a pair of what looked like Jason’s boxers and a camp hoodie from gods know when.
“Good point, but where are you going?” Piper smirked and walked over to the front door.
“Jason’s at the bus stop” she practically sang before picking up the keys and sliding out the door. Frank instantly regretted his decision; Piper hadn’t seen Jason in person since thanksgiving, which was almost an entire month ago, which only meant that Frank’s car was going to be used for a lot more than just driving.
“Do you think she’ll be back soon?” Hazel asked finally rising her head. She was done with interruptions, all she wanted to do was be with Frank and the look on her face said exactly that. Frank visibly gulped and shook his head with wide eyes. He was about to say something but Hazel pressed her lips to his “Let’s go upstairs” effortlessly Frank stood up. He stumbled a bit, but even with Hazel attacking his neck he managed to get up the stairs. But before he opened the door to her room she stopped him “Hold on, just one second” she instructed before setting her feet on the ground “Just let me clean up a bit” Frank couldn’t help but start laughing, she really wanted to clean up when they were in the middle of something that did not require a clean room.
“Stop laughing, Piper’s stuff is everywhere and some of it you’re not allowed to see” he gave in and let her slide into the room, she didn’t even open the door enough for him to see the disaster zone.
Hazel switched on the light and finally took in what the room had become in just 2 days. She tackled the bed first,  Piper was a restless sleeper and caused half the sheets to come off the mattress and half the blanket to end up on Hazel’s side. Next were the endless mountains of clothes on the ground, underwear hill and mount bra were shoved into one of Piper’s empty suitcases, she kicked the rest of the clothes under the bed including the hoodie she was wearing. Which left her in the tank top and shorts she wore to sleep. But as she looked around the room she realized the one thing they were missing. “Condoms, just one, please, Piper. I know you have one” she said to herself as she looked through Piper’s bag. And like a holy grail, hidden under a pack of gum was the shiny blue wrapper. “Yes!” She cheered a bit too loudly, Frank knocked on the door and Hazel threw it onto the side table before opening it. “All se-” this time is was Frank’s turn to cut her off. Closing the door behind him he turned them so that she was pressed against it. Hazel was quick to jump and wrap her legs around him, she knew their height difference was hard to work with in these situations. Frank carried her over to the bed, but just as he laid her down there was a knock at the door “Ignore it” she told him pulling him back down. But the knock came again, this time Leo'a voice called for Hazel on the other side. Frank rolled his eyes and stood up, Hazel could only imagine the look on Leo’s face when an angry Frank swung open the door.
“What do you want, Valdez?”
“Extra blanket, it’s cold in my room”
“You can literally catch on fire, what do you need a blanket for?”  
“I prefer sleeping without burnt linens”
“Go away, Leo”
“But Hazel said-” but before he could finish, a bear took Frank’s place at the door and growled at the poor boy. Hazel sighed and grabbed the extra blanket from the foot of the bed, pushing Frank to the side she handed it to Leo, who now looked like he was about to wet himself. “Well at least your girlfriend has a heart” Frank didn’t even need to change back into the bear to scare him away. Without another word he ran back across the hall and shut his door.
“You didn’t have to scare him you know” she teased poking his chest, shrugging he placed his hands on her waist and started walking back towards the bed.
“Do you think we’ll have anymore interruptions?”
“No, no more interruptions”

NYE in NYC w/ the Heroes of Olympus:
  • • Leo accidentally hitting everyone with his giant balloon Festus head as he drags it through the streets
  • • Percy and Jason fist bumping it out and dancing like dorks
  • • Piper sneaking kisses on Jason's cheek that make him blush
  • • Percy hugging Annabeth from behind and singing loudly in her ear
  • • Frank and Hazel sharing a New Years kiss
  • • Confetti getting in Frank's mouth constantly
  • • While Will's the one who usually kisses Nico first, Nico's the one who's been dying to have his New Years Kiss with Will and initiates it first

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you got my previous ask, but it was following on about that post of Leo bullying Frank. I hated that. Tbh, I think throughout the series Leo became my least favourite character. But why do you dislike Leo? I'm curious to see your reasons, because whenever someone asks me (usually quite aggressively, because idk for some reason this fandom seems to love Leo, in my experience) I can't articulate it, and I just want to justify it? Can you help? What are your points?

Hey anon!! Sorry, I did get your previous ask but I wanted to take the time to think about my reply, hence the delay.

I completely agree with your sentiments about Leo bullying Frank: it severely detracted from Leo’s previously-likeable character. He went from an underdog who used humour as a form of self preservation to an un-funny brat. As a reader, I went from someone wishing Leo nothing but success to someone wishing he’d just shut up and stop complaining already.

Frank had never done anything to Leo, Frank had a pretty shitty life, too, (he didn’t think that his mum dying was his own fault, granted, but no demigod has the easiest life) and for someone who was feeling kind of put out by how close Piper and Jason had become you’d think Leo would have jumped at the chance to form new friendships.

But no, what did we get instead? A love triangle. OF COURSE. Because that’s what we all want to read in our YA adventures, isn’t it? A fucking love triangle.

I don’t know wtf Rick was thinking adding in a love triangle with Leo and Hazel and Frank. The age gap between Hazel and Frank is gross enough on it’s own, I never felt any chemistry at all between Hazel and Leo, and there were so many better ways he could have built a rivalry between Frank and Leo than having them fighting over a girl.

Not only did this cheapen the boys’ friendship with Hazel, by lowering her status to something akin to a prize, it cheapened their own dynamic. They could have just had clashing personalities - it happens all the time! You’re never going to get along with everyone, and sometimes there isn’t anything you can do about it, and having two characters who constantly butted heads but were then able to put that aside when it mattered (eg. in battle) would have been awesome to read about.

As it was, this shitty character arc only got some semblance of closure when Leo found another girl to crush on, in Calypso. Because by then Leo, the funny, awkward, heart-in-the-right-place guy whom I adored in TLH had been reduced to nothing but Leo, Nice Guy™, whose life is incomplete without a girlfriend, to the extent that he won’t shut up about it, is constantly and crazily jealous of everyone in his life who has a relationship - including people he claims are his friends -, who feels maligned by the fact that the girl he might sort of kind of a little bit like (Hazel) is talking to another guy (Frank), and who is willing, in the end, to let all of his friends believe that he’s dead if it means he has a chance to be with the girl he hung out with for a few days.

(Obviously that’s not the only reason he went back for Calypso - she deserved freedom, he’d promised her, etc. etc., but that’s how it read to me.)

I really, really loved Leo at the start of the series. And then his character just deteriorated into someone I didn’t recognise, whose morals I couldn’t understand, and I lost all interest.

And your other point about it being OOC for none of the others to call him out on his shitty treatment of Frank stands, too. Especially Percy, who won’t tolerate any form of bullying and who had referred to Frank as being like family. You can argue that Leo was stealthy about it, that the others weren’t around enough to see how often it was happening, but I honestly don’t think they would have stood for it at all. Most of them have been victims of bullying before, and I really don’t believe they’d just let that shit slide - especially not when Frank’s discomfort with it was so painfully obvious.

So, all in all, Leo had a lot of potential and I really enjoyed reading about him until he started bullying Frank and thinking of nothing else but getting a girlfriend - it turned a well rounded character into a flat, boring, static one who appeared to regress rather than progress as the series went on.

How to Get Away with Murder: Michaela Pratt (ENFJ)


Extroverted Feeling (Fe): Michaela is definitely focused on other people. She tries to be polite to get far ahead in the game, even if her impatience and anxiety get the best of her. She’s the first to notice details to others, and the only one who switches her social mask so easily -being happy and excited to meet Oliver and serve him the lie for example. She’s not called “prom queen” by Frank for nothing. She’s willing to compromise and sign the prenup, feeling guilty for snapping at her mother in law to be. She’s not perfect at the game like other Fe-doms, but I think that’s only because she had to overcome so much, her Fe was beaten up and she decided to act like she doesn’t care. Her anxiety and her proper demeanor give her away in the end.

Introverted Intuition (Ni): Michaela has a strong vision for her life.  Be a big shot lawyer, marry into this rich family.  Be successful, powerful.  “I want to be her,” she says of Annalise, a symbolic vision of her future.  She knows that’s what she is meant for and works towards it.  The same is true for her personal life.  She moves up social ranks, without looking back.  She describes it as “claiming her prince.” It’ symbolic.  When things get in the way of her vision (like Sam’s murder) it freaks her out, disorients her. She is smart and quick to size up a situation to form conclusions. Even when everything goes wrong, her inclination is to transform herself and never look back.

Extroverted Sensing (Se): She’s one of the best looking characters. She takes care of her appearance to a T, she orders a “Vera Wang” wedding dress that “costs her a fortune” and obviously wants to marry rich, to gain status and money from her career and have her matching groom right next to her. Whenever she’s needed to flirt to get what she wants, she does it without a blink and is quite successful at it. (She simply doesn’t prefer it, as an Se-dom would). She can be quite spontaneous, like trying to slap her mother in law to be and her threatening people is either on the physical realm or financial destruction one.

Introverted Thinking (Ti): Michaella is very smart. She actually says that the one thing she know how to do is to be smart. She’ll always find a loophole to present to Analisse to get her good graces. But her poor use of the function becomes apparent at the night of the murder. She’s always criticizing everyone’s ideas, becomes obsessed with her ring and ultimately having a breakdown simply because she can’t distance herself emotionally from the situation and think logically.