i think she was drugged in this

I was thinking, and even after all she’s done to V, Saeran, the people in Mint Eye and the RFA in general, i just can bring myself to hate Rika.
She is not a good person. She hurt a lot of people. She stabbed and almost blinded V. She drugged and brainwashed Saeran, which led him to believe there was no place outside M.E that would accept him. She did horrible things.
And yet… I don’t hate her.
If anything, i really pity her.
She truly believed she was right. She thought that no one could truly love her “demon”. She was sick but didn’t wanted help. She let herself get consumed by her darkness…
I wish we could have met her sooner. Let her know that she didn’ t have to say goodbye to her darkness or embrace it completely. There is another way.
I think more than a lover, what Rika needed was a friend.
I would like to think that behind the “monster” everyone seems to hate, there is or at least was a good person. I feel really sorry for her.

anonymous asked:

I know we talk abt this a lot, but zac does not look healthy. I'm watching the show with my mom, whose worked in the er and with hardcore drug users, and she said that he looks like some of the people who she would see at work (esp ppl who did the hardcore stuff like coke). Makes you wonder if he's doing anything wild

God I know. I don’t think he’s on hard drugs. But he’s got issssues

“My mother wasn’t the best person in the world.  She was hooked on heroin for most of my life.  She sold our childhood home for drug money.  She left me alone to raise my brother and disabled nephew.  I used to wake up every night to feed him and change his diapers.  I supported us all on the $5.15 an hour that I earned from the grocery store.  My mother passed away a few months ago, and I think I’m just now coming to terms with how awful she made my life.  This is the most stable I’ve ever been.  I have a permanent address.  I have someone who legitimately loves me.  But my anxiety has never been worse.  I’ve been having panic attacks recently.  I think I’ve never had to deal with the trauma because things were always coming at me.  And now I’m not sure how to handle the quiet.”

anonymous asked:

so, um. if you have any particular feelings about labyrinth--specifically Sarah--uh, go wild.

WILD PEACHES  [AO3]

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The morning after Sarah Williams defeats the Goblin King, she gets up and makes toast. She has to brush some glitter off the toaster—it withers and vanishes at the brush of her fingertips, and she stares at her hand for a long time. 

It mostly just looks like her hand. Even when she turns it over, and sees where she scraped her knuckles against the oubliette, where the shattered mirror cut the back of her wrist. It looks like she fell, or was playing in the street. That’s all.

The toast comes out burned, and Sarah stares at that too. Eventually, she slumps down against the cabinets and cries, wracking sobs that send her dad and Karen rushing into kitchen. They check her forehead for a fever, put their hands on her, and keep asking, “Are you okay? Sarah, please, tell us what’s wrong…”

Eventually, her dad drags her into his lap and cradles her against his chest, like he did when she was little. Her legs are too long to really fit anymore, but Sarah hugs him around the neck anyway. “It’ll be okay,” he says, keeps saying. “You’ll be okay.” And Sarah—doesn’t laugh, because she can’t, and doesn’t have the words to express what—how—

(None of her stories ever talked about this. What did Sir George do, the morning after he slayed the last dragon in England? Did Tam Lin eat breakfast, or did he sit there, shivering, wondering if his hands were different, having been claws and wings and scales?)

Afterwards, she leaves the burnt toast outside on the back porch. Not an offering. Maybe a reminder.

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It’s Didymus she sees the most often, mostly because he’s the one who invites himself rather than waiting for an invitation. He comes for tea, but even if there’s no tea—which there isn’t, usually—he comes to tell Sarah stories. She learns to love poetry because there’s no escaping it with him. (She won’t read Idylls of the King until Brit Lit in college, but she ends up scrawling a lot in the margins; Didymus’ telling of events had been much more interesting.)

Once, she falls asleep like that, her hands tucked behind her head with Didymus curled up and sleepily reciting from the crook of her elbow. “So tender was her voice, so fair her face—though I don’t think he was looking at her face, my lady, pardon me for saying so—”

Sarah buries her nose in his fur. Didymus always smells of rosewater, and a crispness she thinks is just…the Labyrinth. She falls asleep trying to place it.

She wakes up with a wild fox in her bed, animal-black eyes frightened and flat, teeth bared. The fox is whining, and she’s tempted to throw herself across the room, to get away from this wild thing and its teeth. It takes a monumental will to keep herself still and her breathing slow, even; like she’s still asleep and unafraid. 

It takes her longer to swallow, and start humming one of the songs he taught her—a knight’s round, he’d said. She’s shaky at first, but the fox’s ears flick forward. It cocks its head, and slowly, the teeth disappear behind its lips. 

She almost laughs when noses at her throat curiously, butting its head against her jaw like a cat might.

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Aries: “I can’t love when I can’t even love myself. Things I would rather be, thoughts at the back of my head. But I’m addicted to hurting. And I got these lungs.. And I spend too many late nights, just thinking a hole in the earth.” (Drugs, Eden)

Taurus: “Change comes for you, even when you’re hiding out. So take hold of me, and hang on ‘till the hurt is gone.” (The Hurt Is Gone, Yellowcard)

Gemini: “I’ll use you as a warning sign, that if you talk enough sense then you’ll lose your mind. And I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be, right in front of me. Talk some sense to me.” (I Found, Amber Run)

Cancer: “There she was like a starry night. Like a Ferris wheel, full of blue green eyes. And a heart of steel, always on her own. Almost never real.” (Even If She Falls, Blink-182)

Leo: They say ‘It’s time to grow up and stop with these foolish games.’ But I say they’re wrong. She says: ‘Go, go, go! I don’t want to take it slow! There’s plenty of time for us to finally get it right. Why don’t we crash and burn tonight?‘” (Go Go Go, Sleeping With Sirens)

Virgo: “I’d give up forever to touch you, ‘cause I know that you feel me somehow. You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be and I don’t want to go home right now.” (Iris, Goo Goo Dolls)

Libra: “People help the people. And if you’re homesick, give me your hand and I’ll hold it.” (People Help The People, Birdy)

Scorpio: “You want the heart, or to be saved. But even good guys still get paid. So watch my back, and keep the blade. I think it got you laid. So fake your death, or it’s your blame. And leave the lights on when you stay, take of your clothes. And dream that fame. Come on and feel that shame.” (Fake Your Death, My Chemical Romance)

Sagittarius: “I’m young and I am free. But I get tired and I get weak. I get lost and I can’t sleep. But suddenly, suddenly, I am small and the world is big. All around me is fast moving, surrounded by so many things. Suddenly, suddenly. How does it feel, to be, different than me?” (How Does It Feel, Avril Lavigne)

Capricorn: “It’s funny I got all this money but my heart’s still broke. So many times I said “Imma change.” Just to turn around and do the same, same shit that’s been putting you in pain. Won’t say I’m affected by the fame, but even my mama knows I’ve changed.” (Sinner, Phora)

Aquarius: “Slow down, this night’s a perfect shade of dark blue, dark blue. Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I’m here with you? I said the world could be burning down. Dark blue, dark blue, have you ever been alone in a crowded room? Well I’m here with you. I said the world could be burning 'till there’s nothing but dark blue. Just dark blue.” (Dark Blue, Jack’s Mannequin)

Pisces: “Do you believe in hallucinations?
Silly dreams or Imagination? Don’t go away 'cause I feel you this time. Don’t go away 'cause I need you here this time.” (Hallucinations, Angels & Airwaves)

—  Lyrics I associate the signs with.
Oh Sehun//Fast Lane

Summary: You finally find out how your big cousin earns her money - she’s the flag girl for the illegal street races in your neighborhood, and now she’s dragging you along. And that’s where you meet the Hawaii-shirt wearing, orange-headed Oh Sehun, ace street racer and smartass.
Scenario: street racer!au 
Word Count: 6,337

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Sorry...

Guys, this tumblr will be inactive for a long time, I’ve gone through an emotional problem that hurted me. I’ve never seen myself as the kind or nice person that I should be, I actually don’t know how to act around people.

I’ve to announce that I’m a severely ill person, I tend to get severely sick constantly, and I have a noticeable health problem. I’m constantly thinking that I’m going to die soon, I don’t know, nothing is certain, but I’m always thinking on this stuff. Until some time ago, these thoughts were being dissipated because of other stuff… but some days ago, they found me again on this emotional state…
I’m not a constant person, I tend to abandom my dreams quickly because a part of me is saying that I don’t deserve it.

I was born on spain 23 years ago, and well… everything in my life was good… at least the first few years of my life. I wasn’t aware of my surroundings, but my father was secretly stealing money from my mother to buy drugs, and the problem grew after some time. Slowly, he didn’t only steal money, but also objects from the house, like my toys, videoconsoles and even the oven.

My mother divorced my father, and I felt depressed, thinking that everything was my fault, since they were constantly telling me that they wouldn’t need to bear with each other if it wasn’t because of me.

With some time, the scar started to heal… and my mother decided to rearrange her life with a mexican that she met on the internet.
The fact that my mother could be happy again was making me happy. We went to live in Mexico, and everything seemed fine, until that man started to beat me for no reason. At first, it was because of my grades, but later it was because I didn’t look at him in the eyes when he was talking to me (I was scared and I putted my head down) and later it was because of stupid things such as looking at kids playing through the window (Since I wasn’t allowed to go out). I remember that when I heard him coming, I would hide in a corner of the room, curled up, praying that he wouldn’t come in, so that he wouldn’t see me. But it wasn’t like that, he always saw me, and he always beated me up.

I was able to leave that place thanks to my grandmother, who was still living in spain. After 7 years of physical abuse, I was able to leave. In spain, I felt safe with my grandmother, or that’s what I thought. My uncle (my mother’s brother) started to take advantage of me, saying bad stuff to me and raising his hand against me, because ‘’I’m the daughter of my mother, so I was destined to be like her’’, and he was saying that I needed to change.

My grandmother died 2 years later, and my uncle didn’t want to take care of me… However, I escaped. I lived on the street for some days, until a friend took me in, but in exchange, I had to do the chores in the house… I spent a lot of time being treated like Cinderella… until I finally found a kind of decent job, and I started to draw Dreamtale…

This is the story of my life, until now, a few people knew about it… I have a lot of emotional problems because of my past. It hurts me a lot, but I also have some health issues. I don’t know how much longer  will my life last, I don’t know if I’ll keep being alive tomorrow… what I do know is that I need to take a breath. I’ve only taken pain during all my way…and I want this pain to stop.

Please, have patience…

Summer Camp

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 4800

Prompt: 

“I’m sorry.”

“For what? Not helping me with the table or being a dick to me the last month?” Y/N snaps, grabbing a fist full of his shirt.

Harry presses his lips in a line, he’s trying his hardest not to laugh. Y/N didn’t seem like the type to swear and she looked cute when she got mad. Her nose would flare in anger and she would let out an annoyed sigh. Her hand moved from his shirt to his arm and she gripped it tightly (and Harry felt like maybe, just maybe, it was supposed to hurt him).

“You’re cute when you’re mad,” Harry chuckles.

“And you’re cute when you’re not a fucking asshole,” Y/N retorts.

Harry laughs, his grip on her tighten slightly as he lets out a huge and loud laugh, “oi! What was that for?” he asks when he feels a sting on his arm.

“For being mean to me the last month, what did I do?” Y/N asks.

“Yeh did nothing,” Harry says, and he feels Y/N’s hand smack his arm again, “okay-fuck, you’re strong for such a little thing,” he grumbles, “I heard you talking about me to the rest, laughing, saying you would never date me-oi! That’s the last one you get, next one, I leave you here and you can hop all the way up the path on your own.”

or 

Harry works at a summer camp where he really hates kids and people, but Y/N is an exception.


Harry hated people.

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BUT

Wait a second.

Tonpa has been taking the hunter exam for 36 years.
And Ging is 34(or so says HxH wikia which I trust to be informed) and took the hunter exam at about 12.
WHICH MEANS. Tonpa knows Ging! He met father and son!!

I mean damn Gon should have just gone to Tonpa to know more about his father: I bet in the process of trying to crush newcomers the man learn a lot about them.

And not only Ging!
Thinking about it, Tonpa knows 35 freaking generations of Hunters! He’s like, a walking bag of infos!

Kite, Shalnark, and probably many of the people who even examined him later on! He took the exams along with them!

Can you imagine Tonpa trying to have Ging or Menchi or Shalnark dropping out of the exam?
Can you imagine him actually succeeding with people like Menchi, who’s freaking impulsive and was probably very bratty when she started as well, so much that she could fall for idiotic traps just because she understimated his plotting skills?
And then having those same people examining him but, like, now they are stronger and look freaking dangerous and he better get away from those kitchen knives of hers because she still holds a grudge for being tricked.
Bet she fell for something like the drugged can. She was too eager of tasting something new.

Idk guys this is just too funny.

Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.6

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, cum play, oral, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7



“Ughh” Jin grunts, as he dumps the heavy bagged object on the ground. He turned around, when he heard another thud, from where his youngest brother dropped another bag.

“Does it not bother you?” the 16yr old Jungkook, choked out. His doe eyes were shot wide open, as he stared with immense guilt at the large objects on the ground. He was clenching his fists, afraid that he may break if he looked at his eldest brother.

Jin, honestly didn’t know how to deal with Jungkook. It was always normal to feel bad after completing their father’s tasks, but eventually you’d have to get used to it. But for some reason, Jungkook was never able to become immune to his emotions.

He let out a frustrated sigh, as he looks at his little brother, “Of course it does. You just have to get used to it.”

“Used to this? H-how can anyone live like this?” the boy shakes, trying to control his anger.

“Jungkook, it’s out of our hands. We must always follow father’s orders.”

“How could you even refer to him as a father?! You know what kind of man he is! You know what he did to all of our mothers…” he sobs.

Jin was losing his composure as the boy continued. He knew their father was a vile human being, who was most likely the human form of the devil himself, but he just had to accept it. Every one of his six brothers came to terms with that, except Jungkook. He was different from the rest.

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I Lost It (Part 1 of 3)

Summary: We follow Bucky as he describes the three times in his life where he has ‘lost it’ with you. 

Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader (from Bucky’s POV)

Warnings: bumbling Bucky, none for this part, fluff?… idk reader beware

Word Count: 1,000ish

A/N: So, instead of quitting, I’m gonna to post instead. This is tiny, little, mini-series to dip my toes back into the water. I’d LOVE to get some feedback and be re-inspired to create once again. Gonna try to finish the next two parts in the next day or so. 

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

I must’ve missed the ignition ten times from how bad my hands were trembling. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this. It was time. I just couldn’t have her as my girlfriend anymore. So, dinner was planned —somewhere very public— a handkerchief folded neatly in my pocket, and every move I made felt surreal. The last five years had flown by.

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Dinner Party

Warnings: Smutty, language, and a  good, fun time.

A/N: This was inspired by an episode of Game of Thrones, enjoy!


“I can’t believe you did that!” You shouted as your friends roared with laughter around you.

Harry was hosting a small dinner party for his close friends which, of course, included you.

You had only known him for a short amount of time, maybe six months or so. You had met at a birthday party of his hair stylist, Lou, who also happened to be your boss at BLEACH. Admittedly, you were a little intimidated at first, but that soon subsided when you realized just how sweet he really was. You had your fair share of celebrity clients at the salon, but being around them so often still took some getting used too.

Nick, a mutual friend of both you and Harry, had just finished telling an absurd story about the first festival he had attended which included sex, drugs, and rock n roll.

“Swear to it.” Nick held his hands up in surrender.

“You’re absolutely fucking insane.” Harry quipped up as he laughed.

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  • chloe price has lived her whole life in a judgmental small town attending a judgmental corrupt school
  • she is a lesbian
  • her family is poor as fuck
  • her father, who she loved more than anybody, dies in a brutal car crash when she is only 13 or 14
  • her best and only friend moves away and ghosts out of her life immediately after this
  • her mother bans all memory of her father and very quickly starts dating another man
  • this man puts surveillance in her home and physically and verbally abuses her regularly
  • even upon hearing this from chloe, her mother still demands that she accepts, respects and likes david
  • chloe is literally left with nobody to support her cope with all of this
  • she obviously develops mental illnesses upon the trauma and neglect, and turns to drugs and self-harm, and absolutely nobody notices or cares
  • rachel amber aka the only other friend she ever makes - in her eyes - vanishes without a word leaving chloe wondering whether she is even alive
  • when in reality rachel got drugged raped assaulted murdered and buried in a plastic sack
  • nathan drugs her in a bar, kidnaps her and tries to take dark room pics of her
  • and then finally chloe gets murdered in a school bathroom, thinking that everybody she has ever loved has abandoned her
  • and y’all are still at our asses about what a whiny manipulative evil bitch chloe is and that she should “suck it up” and “stop being so selfish”
  • i hate anybody who does not have compassion for chloe price i’m not kidding im taking this personal, it is personal to me and you disgust me
Neighbors (Part III)

Neighbors

Neighbors II

She hasn’t seen him for a while, the gym being empty and his car being away for a while. She tried to distract herself, she went to college parties, studied, worked a lot. They both have been busy with Shawn’s trip to Brazil coming up and her studying for her upcoming exams but she had to admit that she missed him. Those eyes and his adorable smile and his voice and scent and curls. But they wanted to take things slow, figure things out. 

She doesn’t even know what it is they are figuring out. But, oh well.

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The Thing about Mary

It’s been awhile since I made a post about Mary… it’s overdue. *cracks knuckles, limbers up fingers*

It made no sense. None of what they wrote made sense. What was the narrative point of Mary? To “create” Sherlock Holmes and John Watson? I call bullshit; they were already that without any external help. Moreover, if that was her purpose all along, she sure did a lot to destroy that very thing: the dynamic of arguably the most famous and celebrated male friendship in English literature. Just in case we’ve forgotten: 

Mary started undermining both John and Sherlock, individually and together, from the moment she appeared on the screen. She had already interrupted John’s attempted proposal once to excuse herself to the bathroom or wherever she went (”Now then, what did you want to ask me?”)*, then interrupted him and corrected him and laughed at him throughout. Her pattern of gaslighting, demeaning, and manipulating him continues through every moment of their shared time together on screen. Nowhere is it more evident than in the opening of His Last Vow, wherein she basically follows textbook procedure on gaslighting, from correcting his perceptions (”about a month, actually”, “see? That does happen!”) to doing it in front of a third party (humiliation) to questioning his motives and abilities (”why you?”) to outright forbidding him to do something (”you can’t go”) to inserting her presence where he clearly didn’t want it, then trying to sugarcoat it all by giving him a compliment - one which he reacted to not with pleasure or a softening of his obvious anger, but with a terse statement that he was already aware of what she was complimenting him on. It’s an abusive relationship, full stop. 

*Shout-out to @blogstandbygo​ for pointing this out in our recent hang-out with @addictedstilltheaddict​ and another friend in Toronto last week

She inserted herself between them from that very first scene and made it clear that any form of friendship they were going to have was to happen through the medium of herself, and only on those terms. This was so clear to John that he patently disguised his intention to see Sherlock to her as of their first conversation about it (during which she was openly mocking his blog posts about Sherlock, another form of demeaning and humiliation). This forced brokering of their relationship led to John eventually being ousted from his own friendship with Sherlock (who was too distracted by Moriarty to notice Mary’s machinations, alas). John was so unhappy with this dynamic that became the least like his canonical self that we had ever been shown before that point, going so far as to actively seek out an affair. This is decidedly not like John Watson, the man who got himself arrested because someone insulted his best friend. Loyalty is as much a part of John as his thirst for adventure. He was made to feel so superfluous by the wife who compared him to a dog and the friend who didn’t notice what was going on that he was looking desperately for escape. 

Mary, on the other hand, never gave John her loyalty. She never even gave him the truth. She died without him even knowing whether her name was really her name (doubtful, given the sort of work she was doing while using it). Mary gave John nothing but lie after lie after lie. He could never trust a word that she said, and he hated it. She was willing to do anything to him, as long as it kept him by her side. She was willing to shoot the man he was still grieving years after his (supposed) death and never tell him after, no matter how much it would have devastated him to lose Sherlock all over again. As for Sherlock, she shot him without a second thought, smirking and condescending. 

Mary never once showed a shred of remorse for any of it. Not for any of her past crimes, which included killing people for money - not for anger, not for principle, not for political manoeuvring - but something as tawdry and meaningless as money. Gross. And she never regretted it. Not that the creators of the canon decided to show us. She never expressed any regret for having lied to John, nor for the way she constantly treated him. She never expressed any gratitude to Sherlock for having rid her of the blackmailer that would have sent her to prison for a very long time. She accepted it as her due, without blinking. She never thanked Sherlock, John, or Mycroft for having become accomplices in her attempted murder on Sherlock’s life in not having reported it. She assumed that was her right, too. Mary was a psychopath and narcissist, not caring about right or wrong, just what benefited her. 

Mary never changed her ways. There was no development of character, no softening, no realisation that everything she had ever stood for was completely terrible. Right to the last she was calling a man she had tried to kill a “pig”, offensively mimicking accents, still owning and carrying around guns and enough drugs to knock out a seasoned user. If anything, what we were shown was someone who had not only not changed, but someone who kept repeating the same behaviour. When the .A.G.R.A. team got into trouble on its final mission, Mary cut and run, leaving the other 75% of her team to be tortured or killed. She never went back and checked to see if a rescue mission was possible, never followed up, never confirmed the deaths of her teammates, just blithely moved on with her life and got married without once looking back. Sherlock offered to help her, twice. With the weight and power of the British government directly related to him, this isn’t exactly an offer to be taken lightly, yet Mary attacked him on both occasions, first shooting him in the heart and running away, then drugging him and running away - just as she left her former colleagues behind. 

If you want to take the argument that motherhood somehow redeemed Mary, think twice on that, too. I’m not a parent, but just about every mother I know would never leave an infant behind. Obviously it happens; infants get abandoned all the time. Most mothers don’t, though. Was Rosie not nursing anymore? Was she ever? Did Mary think about that before she cut and run, or was she too busy with her offensive faux-Jewish accent and possible flight attendant murder there? My mother used to tell me that her own life took on so much greater weight once I had been born because she had something to live for, someone who needed her. She stopped taking any sort of risk that would endanger her, because she had a child to care for. Mary doesn’t seem to have been similarly affected by parenthood. Her inexplicable and unsupported decision to jump in front of a bullet says that perfectly, if her previous abandonment didn’t. 

Never forget that John had the measure of Mary. It was John who knew that Mary would turn on Sherlock, should Sherlock warn her about Ajay and offer to help her again. It was John who grimly suggested putting a tracking device in the USB, knowing that Mary would attack Sherlock and steal it from him. While she was living, John had no illusions about who Mary really was. 

Mary’s decision to defy physics and leap in front of that bullet was not the culmination of an arc of redemption. What it was is a completely out of character action that jars with everything that came before it. It’s wholly unsupported by any of her previous behaviour. This was, if anything, a “redemption split second”, not an arc. Followed by her DVD wherein she pointedly tells Sherlock to kill himself or get himself killed, it is to be understood that this behaviour was an aberration from the norm. Mary never changed. If she had, she would have gotten rid of her guns and ninja outfits and come properly clean with John without waiting until circumstances forced it out, and even then only giving him partial truths. It could almost be said that Mary was pathologically incapable of telling the truth, but that would be making excuses for her. She knew what she was about. She made all of these decisions by herself, to benefit herself and her own interests. 

The Mary in John’s head never existed. It can’t even be discussed in a conversation about Mary’s characterisation, because it wasn’t Mary. It was John. And what John said about Mary at the end of The Lying Detective is a displacement of his own thoughts about Sherlock. John has a lot of dissociation issues in this episode in particular, and what he says about Mary is a statement which actually applies directly to Sherlock, not to Mary. This is John simply unwilling to believe that his marriage was as abusive and terrible as it really was, and trying to make himself feel better about it. The one person who genuinely believes that John Watson is a far better human being than he actually is is Sherlock, who calls him the “bravest, kindest, and wisest human being (he has) ever had the good fortune of knowing”. Mary literally called John a dog. That’s decidedly not what he was aspiring to. The one time she says something genuine about John’s moral superiority over her, it’s worded as a complaint (”you don’t make it easy, do you… being so perfect”). It’s as close to a real compliment as Mary ever gets. Sherlock is the one who believes in John, who sees past the temper and the grumpiness to all of John’s sterling qualities of loyalty, kindness, courage, humour, and accepts him as he is in his everyday self, too. 

The post-mortem DVDs just don’t even make sense. How did Mary know she was going to die? Even if she suspected that one of the many enemies her life of professional criminality had made would come for her eventually, it seems impossible to avoid the conclusion that Mary was still, even beyond her death, doing everything in her power to drive a wedge between John and Sherlock, even to have Sherlock die. For her to finally assume credit for their friendship is an insult to the intelligence of the viewers. 

Carolina

So, Harry has said before that his favourite song is Free Fallin’ by John Mayer, which as you may know is a cover of a famous song by Tom Petty. The opening line to Free Fallin’ is “She’s a good girl” - sound familiar?

Now let me draw your attention to another Tom Petty song (technically Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, he was in a band before going solo too) called Mary Jane’s Last Dance. If you don’t know it, you might guess from just the title that it’s about a woman, but the name Mary Jane might also make you think of a certain drug. Does this woman/drug ambiguity seem familiar?

Well as it turns out, the lyrics of Mary Jane’s Last Dance are quite thematically similar to Carolina. The opening line of MJLD is “She grew up in an Indiana town” vs the opening line of Carolina - “She’s got a family in Carolina”. Some other interesting lyrics:

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PANIC! AT THE DISCO “DEATH OF A BACHELOR” STARTERS

Victorious

“Tonight, we are victorious.”
“Let me be your Killer King.”
“It hurts until it stops.”
“My touch is black and poisonous, and nothing like my punch drunk kiss.”
“I know you need it, do you feel it?”
“We feel alright.”
“I taste like magic.”
“Livin’ like a washed up celebrity, shooting up fireworks like it’s the Fourth of July.”

Don’t Threaten me with a Good TIme

“Alright, alright.”
“Who are these people?”
“I just woke up in my underwear.”
“I should prob’ly introduce myself.”
“You shoulda seen what I wore, a cane and a party hat.”
“Don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”
“This night is heating up.”
“Oh yeah, don’t threaten me with a good time.”
“What are these footprints? They don’t look human-like.”
“How did we end up in my neighbor’s pool?”
“I’m a scholar and a gentleman, and I don’t fall when I try to stand.”
“I lost a bet to a guy in a Chiffon skirt.”
“I’m not as think as you drunk I am.”

Hallelujah

“A moment you’ll never remember and a night you’ll never forget.”
“Show praise with your body.”
“Say your prayers.”
“My life started the day I got caught under the covers with my secondhand lovers.”
“In a state of emergency, who was I tryna be?”
“Then the time for being sad is over.”
“I was drunk and it didn’t mean a thing.”
“I love the things you hate about yourself.”
“No one wants you when you have no heart.”

Emperor’s New Clothes

“Finder’s keepers, loser’s weepers.”
“Done my time and served my sentence.”
“If it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine.”
“You just might see a ghost tonight.”
“I’m all dressed up and naked.”
“I see what’s mine and take it.”
“I am so much more than royal.”
“Heroes always get remembered, but you know legends never die.”
“I’m taking back the crown.”
“Welcome to my world of fun.”
“Flip the switch and watch them run.”

Death of a Bachelor

“Do I look lonely?”
“People have told me I don’t look the same.”
“I’m playing hooky.”
“I’m walking the long road.”
“How could I ask for more?”
“Lifetime of laughter, at the expense of a death of a bachelor.”
“Alone at a table for two and I just want to be served.”
“And when you think of me, am I the best you’ve ever had?”
“Share one more drink with me.”
“Smile even though you’re sad.”

Crazy = Genius

“You can set yourself on fire.”
“You’re so normal that you just disappear.”
“She said you’re just like Mike Love.”
“If crazy equals genius, then I’m a fucking arsonist.”
“I’m a rocket scientist.”
“Darlin’ you know how the wine plays tricks on my tongue, but you don’t seem to change when you stuff all your feelings with drugs.”
“But you’re never gonna learn.”

LA Devotee

“You got two black eyes from loving too hard.”
“I wouldn’t change ya.”
“You got bleached out eyes from the valley sand and the black tar palms from weeping your name.”
“Just another LA devotee.”

Golden Days

“I found a pile of polaroids in the crates of a record shop.”
“He was something debonair in 1979 and she had Farah Fawcett hair.”
“All the mem’ries we make will never change.”
“We’ll stay drunk, we’ll stay tan, let the love remain.”
“I swear that I’ll always paint you.”
“I bet they met some diplomats on Bianca Jagger’s new yacht.”
“I bet they never even thought about the glitter dancing on the skin.”
“Time can never break your heart, but it’ll take the pain away.”
“Right now, our future’s certain, I won’t let it fade away.”

The Good, the Bad and the Dirty

“Truth is that it was always going to end.”
“True all the good girls act so good, ‘til one of them doesn’t wait their turn.”
“Hey holy roller.”
“If you wanna start a fight, you better throw the first punch.”
“If ya wanna make it through the night, you better say my name.”
“I know what it’s like to trade the ones you love for the ones you hate.”
“Don’t think I’ve ever used a day of my education.”
“There’s only two ways these things can go: good or bad.”
“How was I supposed to know that all your friends won’t hold any grudges?”
“I got the final judgement.”
“You’ve been gone so long.”
“I forgot what you feel like.”
“I’m gonna keep getting underneath you.”
“All our friends want us to fall in love.”

House of Memories

“If you’re a lover, you should know, the lonely moments just get lonelier.”
“I don’t want to be afraid.”
“Heart to heart and eyes to eyes, is this taboo?”
“We built this house on memories.”
“Take my picture now.”
“When your fantasies become your legacy, promise me a place in your house of memories.”
“I think of you from time to time.”
“I was a fool.”
“Those thoughts of past lovers, they’ll always haunt me.”
“I wish I could believe that you’d never wrong me.”
“Remember me in the same way I remember you.”

Impossible Year

“There’s no sunshine this impossible year.”
“There’s no good times this impossible year.”
“All the guests at the party, they’re so insincere.”
“There’s no you and me this impossible year.”
“There’s never air to breathe.”
“These nightmares always hang on past the dream.”

Talks Machina Summary - Episode 98
  • Everyone is super excited about the Critical Role Hamilton fan-project, and everyone is tempted to secretly audition for their characters.
  • Liam got Laura a quiver for her birthday, as well as an old copy of Twelfth Night and feathers for her hair. Brian: “Can we give this away for gif of the week?” Laura: “…no.”
  • Vax would happily stay retired, given the choice.
  • Vex is “a little fucked up” after seeing Keyleth die. That’s what made her start thinking of and worrying about Scanlan again.
  • The betta fish from last week has been moved into a big tank and is doing great.
  • Marisha: “Keyleth’s a jumper, she likes jumping. She’s still gonna be a jumper, that isn’t gonna change.”
  • Marisha and Laura have both put some thought into DMing.
  • Liam thinks of his Luck feat as the Raven Queen occasionally guiding him past potholes.
  • Laura is terrified any time Vex has to negotiate and always feels the pressure.
  • Liam purposely made a character for the next campaign who never has to be cool or confident, because it’s so stressful. Marisha, on the other hand, is gonna be “a cool… dick” next time.
  • Laura: “Taliesin has the ability to be slick and eloquent on the fly.” Marisha: “He’s cool and it’s not a big deal, it’s not fair!” Liam mentions that he’s always cool and collected even when things go wrong. Brian points out that it’s in line with what Taliesin’s said about Percy having sort of a teenage mentality.
  • Asked about Percy and Vax’s renewed friendship, Liam talks about how it’s softened over time. “I think people thought that Vax was angry longer than he actually was.” Vax knew that Percy titling Vex was a kind gesture made out of love, but was concerned about Vex’s reaction and the way she embraced it, that she might’ve bought into everything that was held over them over all those years. Vax’s reaction to the elves’ disdain was “fuck this bullshit”, whereas Vex’s reaction was “I want that,” and it worried him that she was still in that mindset. Liam emphasizes that any time Percy and Vax have an intense scene, he and Taliesin are giggling about it afterwards, and that Percy’s death wiped any remnants of the resentment between the characters away.
  • Vex is still haunted by the things Saundor said.
  • Often in their arguments, Marisha agrees with Percy and Taliesin agrees with Keyleth, and they have to play against type.
  • Keyleth acts a lot out of the knowledge that she’ll still be around in centuries to see the long-term consequences, but she’s also starting to learn to be more diplomatic, less self-righteous, and a bit more world-weary.
  • Vax is going to keep leveling in Paladin and likely won’t take more levels in Rogue. “He’s married to the Raven Queen at this point.”
  • Marisha talks about how she loves when Laura and Liam bicker out-of-character and it mirrors their characters. Laura: “…I don’t know what you’re talking about, it’s always in character.”
  • Vex hasn’t owned up yet to reading the in-case-of-death letter Percy wrote.
  • After the year’s break, VM is now Keyleth’s permission to be silly. “I’m only a dumbass when I’m around these dumbasses.”
  • Vax thinks Scanlan’s not in any danger, and thinks they’re fated to wind up back together again. Vex knows about the drugs, and that’s given her cause for concern.
  • To help deal with the ridiculously long druid spell list, Marisha cuts some out that Keyleth wouldn’t use in an RP sense, but it’s still really difficult to stay on top of the absurd number she has to pick from.
  • Marisha realizes that Keyleth was alone when she put her hand into the orb and the others probably don’t realize that happened. She thinks her nat20 save on that occasion may have been the most important roll for her character. Asked about most important rolls, Liam goes with the Luck roll and “left” moment against Umbrasyl, and also the double-ones during the walk of shame. Laura goes with the double nat20s against the Briarwoods to rescue Vax, and her nat20 during Percy’s resurrection ritual.
  • For the Battle Royale, Keyleth and Grog are probably the big targets. Laura points out that the choice of map will make a big difference.

Talks Machina Becomes the Darkness:

  • Marisha hosts!
  • Asked if any of them have any weapons skills IRL: a lot of the group does archery in their backyards. Liam: “I have very few skills in general.” Everyone starts listing off his skills, which includes making great Pinterest boards. This leads to Laura talking about how she and Ashley are often on Pinterest at the same time even if she’s in New York. “Somewhere out there…”
  • Liam is distracted mid-answer by Laura’s burp. “That wasn’t too bad!” “Yes, but I am reminded of fifty other burps.”
  • A question is asked and… takes a while to get answered. Things go a little off the rails. Speed 2: Cruise Control. Keanu Reeves. Johnny Mnemonic.
  • Favorite low rolls: Keyleth getting arrested repeatedly. Vex falling off the broom. Liam brings up the ultimate: nat1 arrow through Scanlan’s neck during target practice.
  • The map of Emon on the wall of the set was dyed by Taliesin and framed by Laura. The barrel on the set was haggled for at a flea market by Laura.
  • Marisha: “Don’t forget to worry, it’s almost maybe Thursday.”