no one cares about you lindsey

Another Man’s Treasure

A/N: This will be a multi-part one shot because @alrightpetal and I have this thing about making Harry super vulnerable and flawed. So here you go.

…I’m gonna show you tonight! I’m alright! I’m just fine! And you’re a tool so, so what?

You belted your heart out up on stage, pumping your fist in the air to empower your words even further. It was a good thing you knew all the words, too, because your mates had bought you so many drinks your vision was crossed and blurred you couldn’t have read the lyrics to an unfamiliar song. Then you would have just been a blubbering fool butchering a karaoke performance. And that would have been embarrassing.

Singing yourself blue in the face—and drinking yourself into oblivion—served as the perfect outlet for your aching heart. Hours earlier, you’d been dumped. Or more accurately, replaced.

It’d been a week since you’d heard from your long-term boyfriend, and while you knew he was on holiday with his mates—a holiday you hadn’t been invited on—it was still odd that you hadn’t heard from him at all. Not even a text to let you know that he’d made it to Amsterdam. You didn’t expect too much communication; you trusted him to treat you right, but, silly you, you thought your boyfriend might actually miss you and want to say hi.

Last night after seven and a half days of nothing, you completely lost it and called him forty-seven times in a row. And not a single one was answered. So you rang your closest friends and they came over, laptops and tablets in hand, and intense cyber-stalking commenced.

It only took thirty-four minutes for your good mate Lindsey to unearth a damning post on Insta that your boyfriend was tagged in by a girl you kind of knew. The picture itself wasn’t awful; honestly you couldn’t make out much besides silhouettes and drinks. Even the caption wasn’t much; all it said was, “this guy” with a random slew of emojis. But the funny thing was, when you tried to search for it yourself, nothing came up. Meaning you were blocked. You weren’t meant to see this picture.

Twenty-two minutes of super-sleuthing was enough time for your oldest friend Ashley to find every social media account the girl had, and then eventually uncover her phone number.

In thirteen minutes you had a text drafted to her that was so long it was broken into five different parts when you hit send.

And one minute and fifty-four seconds is all the time your boyfriend—well ex-boyfriend—allowed you to speak to him today before he told you he was coming back tomorrow and there’d be no need for you to come see him. Tomorrow or ever again.

So your mates did what they knew best. They took you out, got you absolutely smashed, and then got you up on stage to pour your heart out. Somewhere in between I Will Survive and Total Eclipse of the Heart, you got a bit weepy and ended up calling your brother from the toilet. It took you awhile to realize you weren’t actually sobbing to him but his voicemail, and as soon as you did you pulled yourself back together and headed out for another drink and a rousing rendition of Since U Been Gone.

The few other patrons in the pub were hardly paying attention to your drunken warbling on stage, only breaking from their conversations when your mates would cheer at the end of each song, some of them even offering half-hearted claps. If they were annoyed, they certainly didn’t let on. Most likely, they pitied you; for Christ sake, you pitied you.

When your song ended, you finished the rest of your drink and began flipping through the songbook. Liberation was surging through you and you wanted a song to match your mood; something to serve as a proper fuck you to the twat you’d wasted the last few years of your young life on.

The book closed on your fingers, and you stumbled back in surprise. Were books automated now too?! You still weren’t over the automated tills at Tesco, would you now have to get used to robotic books closing on you when they’d had enough?!


You looked up, your blurred vision slowly coming into focus as you swayed on the spot. A robotic book didn’t close itself on you, a person had closed it. Which was rather rude of them.

[Y/N],” he repeated. Finally he came into view and you cocked your head in confusion.

“Hazza?” you slurred, taking a step closer to get a better look. You nearly toppled off the stage, but Harry was quick to grab you by the waist and steady you before easing you down.

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I don’t care how much he tries to hide it behind snarky banter and sarcastic comments Raven Reyes is on the list of the very few people John Murphy cares about.

A Higher Education PT.5

Summary: Shawn and you are best friends at University. 

Word Count: 10,423

A/U: STIKE, yeah you all knew I was a shady bitch. Sorry, I led you to believe it was over but when I started pt.4 it was going to be so long. I thought I would have the next part up later yesterday but I was only at 2k when I posted it and clearly I did my think with word count so it took forever. Sorry for being an asshole but it was kinda funny. I PROMISE THIS IS THE LAST PART. 

Your name: submit What is this?

There was a light knock on the door and it woke me. Still exhausted from my crying I ached and refused to get up.

There was another knock a little longer and harder I knew whomever it was wanting me to answer but knew I probably was sleeping and felt bad for being rude.

Suddenly the idea of Brooke being drunk and loosing her keys came to my mind and I rolled over. She tapped on the door a little harder and a little longer now, not trying to be polite since the first two knocks didn’t work. Stumbling to the door with eyes almost shut I grumbled a little. When I was almost at the door the knock was loud and forceful making the smooth door shake a little. I unlocked the bolt and it stopped before I swung it open.

“Jesus Brooke,” I mumbled.

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  • Me: Guys look at this photo of Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks during the Dance tour, they're so in love.
  • Friend: We don't know who those people are.
  • Me: Let me play you a song. A sexy soothing rock song.
  • Friend: Sarah no we're styudying to instrumentals.
  • Me: Come on it's Fleetwood Mac.
  • Friend: I don't want to have to tell you this but no one here cares about Fleetwood Mac but you.
  • Me: Alright I won't play So Afriad I'll play the 2005 live Rhiannon, it's only like seven minutes long.
  • Friend: Sarah no.
  • Me: Scale of one to ten rate how hot this guy is.
  • Friend: Who is this? What is this photoset...? No, he's like a three, he looks skeezy.
  • Me: Are you kidding this is 1978 Lindsey Buckingham he's easily a nine.
  • Friend: Why are you like this.
Am I the only one...

who actually enjoyed the last episode of the 100?

I mean beside octavia beating up Bell and Ontari raping Murphy (my poor little child) this episode was one of the good ones!!!

When Jasper drove against that gate and almost into Clarke I WAS SCREAMING for her to get into that FUCKING CAR!!!!!!!!! And Jasper saying “I don’t care what you want” to Clarke was freaking pleasing in some way, tbh. 

And lets talk about LINDSEY MORGAN!!!!! She was amazing as ALIE in Ravens body!!!! And amazing in general in this episode. 

I hope that 03x11 is the bottle episode, that they all be able to talk at some point but I’d say they’re going to spend most of the time trying to get that fucking chip out of Ravens head.

I fucking hate JAHA AND ALIE

POC in the 100

Okay. Alright. Okay. Let’s set the record straight. 

I care that there is a MOC who has actual physical scars from performing on this show. And has never been praised for bravery and taking the initiative to do a lot more then most actors ever will. 

I care that with the exception of one white male many POC’s in this show have said that they have had to walk away from filming because of how dark some scenes are. That they mentally and emotionally feel rattled by performances they have to undergo or carry out. 

I care that a WOC character has been slut shamed by the creator for engaging in sex when she was seeking a release from her emotions but when a white female character has done the same act and it was praised with careful understanding about her delicate state of mind and need for human comfort.

I care that the same WOC was given a cast mate who many of the fandom found out was a white supremacist, with grossly racist ideals, and this was never addressed. 

I care that a POC male felt bullied and harassed in his work place to the point that he would rather burn that bridge down and completely sever ties so that he  can bring attention to real life issues. 

I care that it was stated in a very casual manner by the creator of a show that fans would not be able to tell apart two MOC so there had to be a way to distinguish them, a stereotype that is grossly racist. 

I will always care about the interests and treatment of POC. Because let me take a page out of the Clarke Griffin and Bellamy Blake manual and tell you one thing, POC are my people

All of these concerns can in no way be attributed to any actors. (And if you’re turning your anger towards other actors, shame on you.) If you take the time to think for one second it can very easily be seen where the problem lies.

Woman's Hour on BBC R4, 2013
Stevie Nicks

Your relationship with Lindsey Buckingham is the one that the fans care about. There is a period, I think, during every live show that you hold hands with him, and you’re together onstage.

A year and a half ago in like 2011, November, Lindsey and I sat down at my house and I had a talk with him. I told him everything that I’d really wanted to say since 1968. And I said to him, you know, ‘Do you remember who we were? Do you remember how cute were? And how sweet we were and how funny we were? And how compassionate we were?’ I said, ‘Lindsey, we need to go back there. We need to be those people again. And if we can’t be those people again, we cannot walk onstage again.’

And what did he say?

He was very quiet. He listened. He didn’t yell at me. And that was in November. A year later, at the end of the year, I went up to his house and we recorded four songs and we had a great time. And we laughed and we told my assistant all the crazy stories about the beginning, and I thought, you know what, he heard me. So on this tour we have been very aware of our old relationship and we talk about it onstage and we laugh onstage. I have this one story that I tell that’s like nine minutes long, explaining a lost song that we recorded on those four days, and I’ve said to Lindsey several times ‘I know it’s a long story’ and he looked at me and he said ‘No, Stevie, it’s charming’. And I’m like do I know you? There’s a different certain love that’s going on onstage that has not been there in thirty years.

You have also had a brief relationship with Mick Fleetwood as well. My understanding is that he actually left for one of your best friends.

He did.

And your sadness is not that you lost Mick but that you lost the friend.

Kind of. I was betrayed in a way. But isn’t it funny cos all those years later Mick and I are best friends. I mean, I go to Maui and hang out with Mick and his family. If we weren’t in the rock’n’roll business, we would be those families that go on vacation together on a Disney cruise or something crazy like that. Mick and I are friends in a way that Lindsey and I could never be friends. We’re just best friends. Our relationship didn’t last a long time, Mick’s and mine. It was a year. And Lindsey’s and my relationship lasted from when we first met in 1968 and I joined his band up until now. Mick and I will be best friends when we’re ninety. But Lindsey’s and my relationship is different.

More complicated.

Much more complicated, yeah.

And that, of course, is the mythology of Fleetwood Mac.


It’s what the audience wants, isn’t it?


They don’t really want you to have an uncomplicated relationship.

No, there’s never going to be an uncomplicated relationship so they can be happy in the knowledge that our relationship will always have that little moment of romance. And I said that to him. I said ‘You know, when we walk on the stage, Lindsey, we are a power couple. You have a wife and three kids. There’s nothing going on between you and me except that there will always be something going on between you and me. Until the day we die. Seventeen and sixteen. We’ve been together that long. There’s not many people that we have known as long as we’ve known each other.’

So. Here’s the thing. I don’t watch Pretty Little Liars anymore. I haven’t seen a full episode since 5x14. I stopped watching because for one, the show just wasn’t as good as it had been before. I think most fans can agree with me on that and I’ve seen a lot of fans say so themselves. Some people still like it and that’s fine, but for me it was far past it’s due date. The other reason I stopped watching was because they took Paige off the show. Paige was undoubtedly my favorite character on the show, which is odd and probably confusing to some people because she was never a main character, but that’s the truth. Paige was a character that felt the most real to me. Like I could be friends with that girl in real life. I can relate to her, I can understand her and I feel like she’s not just some character in some show that I’m going to just forget about.

Paige McCullers is a girl who represents so many people in this world. People that have fallen down and wanted to never get up again, to not even want attempt to push themselves up off the ground and keep moving, but then just before it was too late realized that it was actually worth fighting for. That giving up and giving in to the people who hurt you and tell you that you’re not enough aren’t worth a damn. That giving up wasn’t the right choice. Paige was pushed and bullied,  yes bullied even though I know there are those out there who want to make every and any excuse in the world to defend their evil leader, but it’s true. She was bullied and pushed to the brink of suicide but she survived. She managed to push herself up from the ground and keep on moving. She got stronger, braver and showed more strength, integrity and growth than any other person on that show and she got the girl that she had always dreamed of having. It didn’t work out in the end, but that’s okay. Cause all of those things made her better, made her stronger and gave the life she had wanted to no longer live at one point so much more meaning.

And you know why? You know why Paige felt real and why she’s someone that so many people, myself included,  have connected with and fallen in love with? Because of Lindsey Shaw. Because despite the lack of effort the writers put into her character half the time Lindsey fucking nailed every performance that she was given on that show. She brought Paige to life in a way that nobody else could have and in a way the writers didn’t even expect her to, which is why they brought her back in the first place. Because she made Paige who she was. Brave, strong, caring and the kind of person that you’d want by your side as a friend or girlfriend.

Paige left the show and my interest in it left with her and honestly, I couldn’t be happier about that. Especially when I see how certain people in this show’s fandom behave. I’ve seen some bad stuff. I’ve seen disgusting, hateful and just downright degrading comments posted left and right over the past several years by fans of this show who didn’t like Paige for the simple fact that they wanted a different ship. So for years on end now Lindsey has been harassed on every social media account she has on a daily basis. And to all of the people who want to say it’s only one or two people I call major bullshit. It’s far, far many more people and it would literally take months and months of me sitting behind my computer for all hours of the day to gather all of the hateful comments that have been posted to her twitter and Instagram for no reason at all but to be rude and hateful to her because she played a part in a show that you didn’t like, but fortunately for me I don’t have that luxury to stare into my computer screen all day long like some people do. But it’s not hard to go see for yourself. I mean, it’s literally just about every tweet or picture she’s ever posted and you’ll see the ‘Pigskin’ and the ‘Your ugly ’ and of course ‘Emison’ I mean…really? Is that truly necessary to do that to her on a daily basis? She hasn’t even been on the show in over a fucking year. But none of that even compares to what I saw last night.

You all know what I’m talking about and the fact that NOBODY on this show has ever truly addressed this matter, in the past or even now at all, makes me that much more relieved that I am no longer apart of it’s audience. For someone to actually try and set up a RT session for Lindsey Shaw to kill herself is by far the most foul thing that I have ever witnessed in any show’s fandom. Plus the fact that people, sixteen people I believe, actually went and did in fact retweet it….really? And what for? Cause you thought it’d be funny? Because you think she deserves it because she portrayed a character that you didn’t like? Because that character had the potential to come in between your little fantasy fictional ship? Cause that’s what it is, okay? Emison, Paily, Emara, Ezria, Spoby, Haleb and whoever the fuck else there is…are fictional couples.

They’re. Not. Real.

I am a big Paily fan but at the end of the day i know they’re nothing more than a fictional couple. They’re not real, even as much as I have connected with them and they feel real to me, I know they’re not. I know Paige isn’t real even though I relate so much to her. They’re just made up characters in a TV show. 

Lindsey Shaw however, is REAL. She is a REAL human being with a REAL life and REAL feelings.

Get what I’m saying?

Then…Lindsey responded to the asshole who sent her the tweet and said that she had in fact attempted suicide a few months ago and I found that utterly heartbreaking. The same as I would for anybody. Anyone that gets to that point in their life when the only thing that they believe will make things better is to give up and end their life is a feeling nobody should ever have to deal with. And given the amount of love, support and kindness that Lindsey has shown to so many people, how much help she has offered people and fans not only in her portrayal of Paige, but just in general over the past several years since she got involved with PLL, it was sad for me to think that she had reached such low a point in her life. And while many of her fans were quick to send her well wishes and love to stay strong and know that people do care about her…others were more worried about other things. Like their ship not happening now because one of their members started the RT thing. And again…really? That’s all you care about?

Fuck your ship. Fuck ALL the ships. Again, they’re not real but Lindsey is.

Whether you’re a fan of hers or not, the fact that you’re more concerned about your fandom being punished in the end over the value of another person’s life is just astonishing to me. The fact that you think your ship not being together in the end of a stupid TV show would suck more than Lindsey losing her life is despicable.

Congrats, Marlene. You’ve got some really great fans there. Be very proud.

thorns/orlando drinking game

  • take a shot every time they mention lindsey horan bypassed college
  • take a shot every time they mention the morgan trade (i mean skip this one if you care about your health)
  • take a shot when they mention that amandine henry is coming to portland & how she won the silver boot at the WWC
  • take a shot every time they talk about how mal pugh almost played for portland


Okay, so the question was “If there was no Lexa, which girl would Clarke have a crush on, Raven or Octavia?”

Of cooourse the majority of us wanted her to speak about Princess Mechanic but her answer was Octavia, because of her friendship with Marie.

She said that she really adores Marie and is extremely proud of how much she grew in the latest years and how the only difference between her and O is that Marie rides a motorcycle (so yeah, she confirmed Marie is modern au Octavia as we all knew 8D)

Then she was like
“Oh, but I love Lindsey so much too…
THIS IS REALLY HARD! It’s like asking “which one of your kids do you like best?”


But yeah, guys, she talked about Marie with so much feeling and care in her voice, I think it’s safe to say Eliza is a mom friend <3

Undercover Lover part 2 (sfw)

Baaaaaaaaaack :) Have I complained recently about what a total and utter bitch linebreaks have become on tumblr? Consider yourself complained to. Hope you’ll like this! Send me messages, I like them, my ego likes them too :D

“Well, I checked everything. Credit cards, drivers license, previous residences, everything. It all seems to check out, but I digged deeper, like you asked. Boss, until 3 months ago, Lindsey Johnson didn’t exist.”

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