only reason i started watching this show again

Peep Show

Word Count: 5457

Warning: Smut with voyeurism and exhibitionism

A/N: This story is a tad bit longer than the other ones I had posted. So please sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!

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“I can’t do this anymore. It’s over, y/n.”

You stared at your boyfriend, shocked at the words that just escaped from his mouth. This was not how you saw your two year anniversary going. You had planned a nice romantic evening at your apartment for you and your boyfriend, Chris. He was supposed to come over at six for a cheesy candlelit dinner you had prepared. Followed by a movie on your cozy couch which would result in you two snuggling up together in each other’s arms. Then the night would end with a little physical contact in the bedroom and lots of R&R the next day. But of course, Chris had other plans. He came over empty handed! And not only that, he forgot it was your anniversary! Chris had expressed that he had fallen out of love with you for some time now and he wanted to seek excitement elsewhere. You were blindsided by his confession and completely heartbroken.

“But Chris, can’t we-”

“NO, Y/N! We are over! There’s nothing more you can say that will make me change my mind. Besides, I started seeing someone else.”

Chris left your apartment leaving you on the floor in a balling mess.


One Week Later…

“Y/n! This is ridiculous!” Your best friend yelled as she pulled the blinds open, letting light enter your apartment. “Besides work, you haven’t let this damn place!”

You lowered your head in shame. You didn’t mean to isolate yourself from the world but the breakup was still fresh on your mind. You had given two years of your life to a guy, thinking that he loved you only for him to tell he was bored with the relationship. It was embarrassing and also insulting. You didn’t look at the situation as if it was his choice but blamed yourself because you couldn’t keep him happy. A few tears fell from your eyes. Your best friend rushed to your side, holding you close.

“Don’t you dare cry over that asshole, y/n. He doesn’t deserve your tears or thoughts,” she wiped your cheeks. “Guys don’t think when it comes to relationships. All they want is for someone, who isn’t their mother, to take care of them and supply them with sex and food. You remembered what happened with my ex?”

You thought back to the many phone calls you two shared because her ex boyfriend. If there was a king of douche bag boyfriends, he would be it. Not only did he cheat on her but he trashed her apartment and stole her money before he disappeared. You two were up all night driving around looking for him. At the time, you were relieved Chris wasn’t like that but you also didn’t expect him to walk out on you.

“Anyways, I learned from the situation. I’m too young to settle down and now I’m living my life just the way I want it. I don’t need a boyfriend and I keep a few guys around to handle my needs. Yep! Life is just wonderful which is why I don’t want you hanging in the house anymore. Let’s invite a few more friends, get dressed up and go out tonight. What do you say?”

You thought it over for a second. To hell with Chris! If he didn’t appreciate you then it was his lost. Eventually, someone will come along and appreciate what an amazing person you were. But that day was not today, so why not go out and have fun?

“Hell yeah! Count me in!” You shouted as you jumped up from the couch, storming into your bedroom closet to look for something to wear.

A couple hours later, you, your best friend, and three other girls stood in line waiting to get inside a club. You decided on wearing a simple black dress that hung off of your shoulders and black stilettos heels. Tonight you wanted to focus solely on having fun and not about Chris and what he could possibly be doing at that moment. It wasn’t long before you were let in and the blast of music followed by people all over made you tense. Your best friend noticed.

“Relax, I know it’s been awhile since you put yourself out there but you don’t have to worry. Just enjoy yourself.” She whispered in your ear. You offered her weak smile and nodded.

As the night went on, everyone was having a good time. Your group of friends were chatting with a group of guys and you danced and drank a little too much to the point that you were tipsy. You heard your friend say something about going to another club and everyone got up to leave. You tried to keep up but ended up getting lost on the street. You checked your phone but had no signal to make a call.

As you walked around looking for them, the cool outside air sobered you up. It had been ten minutes and still no sign of your friends. You were about to hail for a cab and head home until you realized you were standing in front of a club. “Desire” spelled out in red neon lights and just below the name, words in white read “live shows”. Weird. It didn’t seem like the average place to party and held some mystery to it.

“They couldn’t have come here,” you mumbled to yourself, looking around. “What the hell. No harm in checking.”

You entered through the door and immediately felt the change in atmosphere from the previous club. The furniture and walls were white with a luminous blue light reflecting off of it. The slow sensual music was loud but not enough to hear from outside. Overall, you liked the place. Everyone there was wearing all black and a mask across their face, hiding their identity. You noticed they each sported a different color wristband as well. A man approached you. His choice of clothes, although were black, was different from everyone else’s. In fact, only six men wore that uniform.

“Good evening and welcome to Desire. May I ask which show would you be interested in?” He spoke.

“Well, I was looking for my friends. I thought had came in here but I guess I am mistaken.” You told him as you continued to look around. He could sense your curiosity and offered you light smile.

“If you are interested, I could give you a tour.”

He offered his hand to you. You were hesitant but decided to take it. You thought about your friends. Wondering if they were looking for you or if they went to the club or home. He led you through the crowd, handing you a glass of champagne along the way.

“What kind of place is this? It doesn’t seem like a club.” You asked.

“That’s because this is a lounge, for entertainment purposes only. This is the main floor. Some nights the stage is available for musical performances while the guests mingle but that’s not tonight. We offer drinks, food, and music. People pay to relax, make small talk, and to watch.”

“To watch? Watch what?” Confusion etched across your faced.

You two stopped in front a black door, shield away by a black, velvety curtain located in the back. He held the door open for you and you walked through. In this area of the lounge, the walls were red, the furniture was black, and the light shining from above was bright for you to see everything.

“Our peep shows range from whatever you desire. If you have a kink for control, then I would suggest the bdsm shows or if you’re into dress up, there’s the role play shows. Orgies, gay sex, spankings, cross dressing… you name it, we have it for your viewing.” Your head was swimming in thoughts. Out of all the places, you end up in the fetish club. It was all so overwhelming.

“So have you decided on a show?” He asked, tearing you from your thoughts. You nervously rubbed your hands together.

“Actually, this is too much for me,” you admitted, turning to face him. “I don’t even know what my kinks are. I just simply enjoyed sex.”

“Ah! I know the perfect room for you and the show is just about to start.”

The host walked over to you and placed a white wristband around your wrist. Once again he led you to a door. Inside only held a single black chair.

“Which one is this?” You were almost scared to ask.

“This is Jimin. He is the crowd’s favorite.”

“Wait!” You stopped momentarily. “Will I be the only one watching?”

“Of course. For privacy reasons, we only offer one person per room.”

He ushered you inside and entered behind you, shutting the door. You took a seat and stared ahead. The black curtain parted, opening the sensual scene to your eyes. The couple was guarded by a two-way glass screen. A dirty blonde haired man, dressed only in his boxer briefs, was kissing down a woman’s neck. She had long silky dark brown hair surrounding a beautiful face. She could have definitely considered being a model if she wasn’t an exhibitionist.

Both of them were kneeling with their bodies faced towards you. His face was concealed from your view as he kissed down her back. The bra the woman was wearing loosened and she pulled it off exposing her small breasts to your gaze. Their bodies fell forward with their backside in the air. He backed away from her to stand properly. His body was well defined and chiseled but not too muscular. His hand flipped his hair out of his face, locking eyes with you. When he did that, your heart nearly stopped beating. He was breathtakingly gorgeous. You gasped, sitting up straight in the chair.

“I see you like, Jimin.” The host whispered into your ear. You weren’t even aware, he was even there.

“Yes, he is very handsome.” You mumble, unable to take your eyes off of him.

“Maybe your kink is to watch or being watched. Come here often and you will learn why he is the crowd’s favorite. Have a good evening.”

The host exited the room, leaving you to watch the rest of the show. Jimin had turned his gaze away from you and back to his partner. She rolled over on her back, sliding her hands down her body resting on her private area. Her hand moved to the inside of her panties as she lifted her hips off of the bed. You couldn’t hear their voices or sounds but by the look on her face, you could tell she was enjoying the pleasure she gave herself. Jimin watched her with hunger in his eyes. You saw his lips move and immediately she was bent over in front of him. His underwear slid down his thighs, resting at his knees. His hands gripped her hair as his hips thrust forward. You watched him fuck her mouth as yours watered to get a taste. He reached over and slapped her panty covered ass. Your hand twitched as if he just slammed yours. Jimin suddenly pushed the girl on her back, yanking her panties off her legs. You were able to see his thick cock, standing proudly against his abs. It was then you felt a strong urge between your own legs. Closing your thighs tightly, you could feel how wet your panties were. Jimin rid himself of his last bit of clothing and closed the gap between him and his lover. He found your eyes once again as he spread her legs wide and he entered her. You softly moaned out at the same time the girl threw her head back. You watched him fucked her mercilessly wishing it was you. Soon you could see a thin layer of sweat that coated his back. You groaned to yourself. You would give anything to hear their lovemaking.

They suddenly rolled over and the woman was on top. She had braced both hands on his chest was rode him with such forced. Her hair was wild and untamed and both of their eyes were shut as they became lost in the feeling. His hands held on to her hips helping her grind on his cock. You could tell they were close by speed of their movements. The girl frozen her body, her scrunched up and her mouth hung open in a perfect ‘o’. Jimin pushed her off of him and stood. Quickly stroking himself until he came all over her face. The last thing you saw was their heavy breathing before the curtain close.

You sat there amazed at what you had just witnessed. You were on the edge of the chair and your fingers left indents in the leather. Your breathing was just as labored, you may as well have been fucking.

“Shit…” you stated, astonished.


You lied in bed, tossing and turning at the unrelieved pressure between your legs. Over and over the show played in your head since you made it home. Your friends eventually called and told you they were headed home for the night. You neglected to tell them about your mystery club and instead, wished them a good night. You thought back to how Jimin hammered into that woman. The way his muscles in his ass flexed and the satisfied look on her face, giving her quite a fuck.

“Jimin…” you breathed his name.

There was something about him that intrigued you. The look of hunger in his eyes as you stared at each other. It almost felt as though he was fucking you. You certainly felt the connection and knew why everyone favored his shows. He had a presence that invited you in. Even in that type of setting, you felt welcomed. You wondered how many women left that place panties wet, horny as hell, wishing Jimin would fuck them. Knowing them, they probably just found a random guy in the lounge and brought him home for an easy one night stand. But you… you wanted Jimin.

So it was no surprise that you went back the next night. You stared at the neon sign before walking inside. Immediately, you spotted who you were looking for and smiled.

“Good evening and welcome back to Desire. May I ask which shows are you interested in seeing tonight.” The host asked.

“I would like to see The Crowd’s Favorite. Is he available?” You replied with a smile, handing him your first payment. He smiled back and gave you a slight nod. This time he placed a red colored wristband on your arm. He led you pass the black door to the rooms where the shows were being presented. He handed you a black laced mask before leaving you by yourself.

“Enjoy the show.”

You found his specific room and entered, taking a seat in the chair. You stared at the mask in your hands, debating on whether to wear it or not. You decided not to since people had already seen your face. Taking a deep breath, you waited for the curtain to open and a minute later it did.

The same woman was laid out on the bed, her fingers buried deep within her cunt. She was the only one who was visible and you wondered where Jimin was. Her eyes were shut and her lips were parted. You thought about how it would feel to put your body on display for a man or woman to see. To let them see you spread wide, performing lewd acts by yourself or with a partner. It sounds interesting but you didn’t have the guts. Maybe that’s why Chris decided to leave. You didn’t provide enough excitement in the bedroom and your sex life became dull.

As soon as you shook the depressing thought from your mind, Jimin appeared and climbed onto the bed. He snatched the woman’s hand away from her pussy and held them both above her head. She mouthed something to him as she started fidgeting. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, wetting them before they were pressed against her clit. Slowly, his fingers rubbed circles around the nub. You watched her back arch, lifting her chest in the air. Your breathing increased as well. Jimin slipped one finger after another into her twat until three of his fingers rested inside her. He worked them slowly against her walls, ultimately speeding up his pace. You couldn’t help the sudden rush you were feeling. Your fingers found what they was looking for in the inside of your panties. You were already soaked and wasted no time plunging your fingers into your pussy, trying to match his speed. Your eyes shut momentarily as you moaned out in pleasure. When they opened, you found Jimin watching you instead of his lover. His eyes drifted down from your face to your hand inside your panties. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment but you were too far gone to stop now. You opened your legs wider and used your other hand to massage your clit. Your juices flowed down your ass and onto the leather fabric. Your eyes closed again, imagining it was his fingers. You picture his naked body leaning over you, watching as you were about to cum. You looked past your heavy lids and saw Jimin lick and bite his bottom lip, his eyes still locked on your crotched.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” You chanted, feeling your stomach tighten.

Your head fell back and you screamed out as your orgasm washed over you. You swallowed hard, coming to the reality of what you had done. Your legs twitched from the aftermath and your panties were now ruined. When you lifted your head to face Jimin, he had a smirk on his face and a very hard dick in his boxers. You nervously shifted in your seat before getting up and running out of the room. You left the lounge, walking in no particular direction. After awhile, you stopped to calm down.

“What the hell, y/n! How do I go back after what I just did?!” You yelled to yourself.

“Simple, you just come back and take a seat because I’d love to see what else you have up your sleeve.” A deep voice joined the conversation. You turned around only to come face to face with Jimin. You immediately turned away from him and covered your face.

“I’m so sorry. I was caught up in the moment. I don’t know what came over me?”

Jimin smiled and crossed his arms. “Why are you apologizing? I enjoyed it very much.”

“Really?” You faced him. It was then you noticed his clothes hung loosely on his person, as if he rushed to get dressed.

“Absolutely! It seemed more real and genuine, better than the other shows I’ve seen.”

“That’s because it was. I was horny and I had imagined that it was you that was touching me. Like I said be– WAIT A MINUTE! Does that mean these shows aren’t real?!”

Jimin threw his head back and laughed out loud. “Of course it’s real. We are performers. It’s our job to keep the audience entertained any way possible. But doing the same thing over and over can seem artificial or rehearsed. But I can assure you, it’s real.”

“Oh.” You mumbled, running out of words to say.

“You know, you are quite experienced for a voyeur. Have you considered being an exhibitionist?”

Your eyes widen and you vigorously shook your head. “NO! There’s no way I could do that.”

“Why not? Are you afraid you might like it?” He smirked. You blankly stared at him, unable to answer. There was a possibility that he could be right. Since you came to that place, it gave boost of confidence and a high dosage of sexual excitement that was dying to escape your body. “Do me a favor. Come to the lounge tomorrow night, same time. Wear something comfortable but have on black undergarments. I will meet you in the back.” And with that, Jimin winked at you and walked away.


The next night, you had dressed exactly how Jimin said. Wearing black cheeky panties under blue jeans and a thin black dress that you pulled up into a makeshift shirt. All hidden under your black jacket. More than the regular share of people were there when you entered the lounge. Tonight, the stage was open and everyone’s attention was on an older woman who softly sung into the microphone. You looked around but couldn’t find your usual host.

“Welcome to Desire. Are you looking for someone in particular or are you interested in a show?” A deep voice asked you.

You faced the man who was dressed as a host but the only difference was that he wore a mask. From your time being there, not once have you seen them wear one.

“Yes, I was looking for you actually.” You stated confidently. Jimin removed his mask and held out his hand which you easily took.

“I had to make sure you didn’t change your mind.”

“If I did, I wouldn’t have come tonight.”

He led you to an unknown area of the club, one you were unfamiliar with. Opening a door, you were present to tiny room with a single bed inside. When you saw the closed curtain, your stomach dropped and you could feel each nerve tighten under your skin. You didn’t know if you were ready to perform such a task.

“Take off your coat and pants” Jimin spoke. He had already shed his clothes and stood in nothing but boxer briefs. Your eyes traced over every inch of him and his body looked even better close up. With trembling hands, you removed your clothes and handed it him. He sat them off to side and pulled you over to the bed. He stood in front of you, taking in your figure. You took deep slow breaths to calm yourself. Jimin picked up on your mood.

“You know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I won’t be upset that my beautiful date for the night decided to leave me.” He joked. You smiled, feeling a bit bashful.

“Well I already came this far and I wondered what it was like to be watched.”

“But I already watched you.”

You thought for a moment before answering. “Yes, but it I wanted to experience being watched while someone does explicit things to my body. Knowing that you were watching me, only lit the flame and what I want is a forest fire.”

Jimin walked closer, his lips barely touching yours. “Was I the one doing explicit things to your body?”

“Every time.” You breathed out.

“Relax, close your eyes, and tell me about it.”

You close your eyes and felt his presence move away from you. You cheered yourself on in your head, trying to recant your fantasies. “First, you would approach me quietly, leaving wet kisses on my neck. Your hands would roam over my breasts, lightly massaging them.”

As you spoke, you felt Jimin’s hard figure behind you. His hands gently traced up your sides, moving from under your arms to cup your breasts. He fondled the mounds of soft tissue, rubbing his thumbs along your now hard nipples. His head leaned against yours and you felt his warm breath in your ear.

“What kind of shy girl leaves home without a bra? I guess you’re not as innocent as you think.” You moaned out feeling your wetness coat your underwear. “Come on, don’t slow down now, baby. Tell me what else I do to you.”

“One of your hands goes inside my panties and you tease me before finger fucking me.”

He lifted your right leg in the air, hooking his arm under it. His hand eased their way inside your panties, rubbing his fingers along your wet lips. Your head fell back on his shoulder and your hand massaged his scalp. His other hand slipped under your dress and pinched your nipple. Spreading out his fingers, Jimin was able to play with clit and tease your entrance. You were so wet, you were dripping down your thighs.

“Open your eyes.” He whispered in your ear.

You opened your eyes and lifted your head back into its position on your shoulders. The curtains were wide open and a woman sat in the chair in front of you. She was wearing her mask so you couldn’t see her face but the look in her eyes told you everything. She was just as interested as you had been when you first showed up. Jimin lowered your leg and moved his hands away. He turned your body to face his as he gripped your panties and yanked them down your legs. He pulled the neckline of your dress down, stretching it as he bent his head to capture your areola in his mouth. As he sucked, you felt his tongue flicking at your nipple. His tongue traced up your body until his mouth found yours. The kiss was a very heated one. Your tongue explored every inch of his mouth and vice versa.

“Let’s give our guest the proper performance, shall we?” He stated. You smiled and nodded. Jimin help pulled your dress off. “Lay on the bed on your back with your head hanging over.”

You followed his command, staring at his upside down figure. Jimin pulled down his boxers, showing off his semi hard cock. When he leaned over to touch your pussy, you came face to face with his genitals. You felt both of his arms wrap around your waist before you were being lift in the air. Almost immediately, his tongue invaded your other lips. Steadying one hand on his thigh and the other around his shaft, you sucked down the mushroom tip. Like a cock hungry slut, you eagerly shoved his cock in your mouth. Taking in as much as you can. Jimin groaned as he lapped at your clit. He licked to your opening, shoving his tongue in as deep as it could go. You were the wettest you had ever been and he was drinking down every drop. You could feel yourself tightening around his little pink muscle.

“Hold it in. We are not done yet.”

Jimin lowered you to the floor and maneuvered you over to the glass screen so that your body was pressed up against it. In one stroke he entered you, squishing your breasts to the glass. The woman almost fell out of her chair at the view she was getting. Jimin pounded into your pussy, spreading your ass cheeks to sink in deeper. You were a moaning mess, the element of pleasure plastered across your face. You pushed your backside against him wanting to feel more.

“Lift your leg up so she can see what I’m doing to you. I want this image burned into her mind.” Jimin growled, sinking his teeth into your shoulder blade.

You did what he said only to feel his hand come around your waist. He pinched your swollen clit between his thumb and middle finger, using his index to flick the bundle of nerves. His hips picked up speed occasionally grinding himself into you. Your sweaty hands slid down the screen, as you were on the verge of cumming. If only you could witness what the woman was seeing. This was your third come coming to the club, it all boiled down to this moment. Falling apart in front a stranger’s eyes all because of Jimin’s actions. Your breathing increased and you could no longer hold back your excitement.

“Oh God!” You screamed out, releasing so hard Jimin’s cock was forced out of your cunt.

You gasped for air, still feeling your high as your juices puddling under you. Jimin watched you in amazement. He had his usual pleased smirk on his face. But the show wasn’t over just yet. Falling to your knees, you grasped his cock in your hands stroking him to release. You opened your mouth and held out your tongue, waiting on his salty white liquid to land on it. It wasn’t long before his legs buckled and rope after rope of sperm spurted all over your face. There was so much, it almost covered your face entirely.

By now the curtain had closed and Jimin was cleaning you up with a fresh towel. As soon as he finished, he pulled you down onto the bed so you two could rest. Your mind raced with thoughts of what you had just done. A big smile spread across your face. You didn’t think you could do it but you did and was proud of yourself. You suddenly felt like a different person.

“You know, you never told me your name.” He chuckled, interrupting your thoughts. You slapped your palm against your forehead. How could you be so forgetful?

“Oh my God, you’re right! I don’t know when I became such a daring person. My name is y/n.”

“Well y/n, it is nice to meet you. But I think you’ve always been that way and you’re just now finding out what interests you. You are a natural born exhibitionist and I would like to help you explore more of that side. Plus more.”

You were silently hoping that this experience with Jimin wouldn’t just be a one-time thing but you also weren’t ready to show your body off every night like he did.

“Let me think it over, okay?”


One Month Later

You didn’t know how in the world you found yourself sitting across from Chris at a restaurant but you were. He had suddenly called you up out of the blue asking if you were available to talk. And you agreed because he denied you the talk you wanted when he walked out. He stared at you, taking in your appearance. He smiled as he talked.

“I’m glad you decided to join me today. It’s good to see you, y/n. I don’t know what it is but you have this glow about you. You look nice.”

“Thank you. What did you want to talk about?”

He cleared his throat and moved nervously in his seat. “Well, I want to apologize for what happened the last time we talked. I was a jerk for how I treated you and I’m sorry.”

“Mmm…” You raised an eyebrow, sipping on your drink. Your phone dinged and you picked it up to check the message. Chris rubbed his hands together and leaned forward.

“And I was wondering if you could give us another shot? I miss you and I realize you are the woman for me.” He smiled. You felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest at his words. You didn’t think you ever heard him say it. You put your phone down and stared into his eyes.

“Is that how you really feel, Chris?”

“It is,” he took your hand in his. “I really want this. I love you y/n.”

You smiled. “That’s good to hear… but I think that’s the problem. I’m too much of a woman for you,” you stated as you pulled your hand away, gathering your things to leave. “I don’t want to be with a guy who is quick to toss me aside because he thinks I’m no longer valuable. Not once did you talk to me and express how unhappy you were. Instead you decided to leave me looking for something better and judging by how you are back in my face asking for a second chance, I assumed you didn’t find it. I’m sorry, Chris but I’m not someone you drop and pick up every time you feel you want a girlfriend.”

You stood to leave but decided to offer a few choice words to your ex boyfriend. “So to put it frankly, you don’t deserve another second of my time. Fuck no and fuck you! Have a nice life.”

You blew him a kiss and walked away. You smiled brightly as you walked up to Jimin, who was waiting by his car. He looked damn good in all black with his blonde hair blowing in the wind. When he spotted you, he returned your smile and opened his arms when you embraced him. You two shared a brief kiss and Chris, who was watching the entire time, turned his head away in anger. Jimin helped you into the passenger side before he hopped in the driver’s seat. He pulled off, driving to nowhere in particular. You took his hand in yours and the two of sat back and enjoyed the ride.

Your best friend was right. You were young and didn’t need a boyfriend. Not when you had your favorite performer ready to dick you down and turn you out when you needed it. Yes, life was marvelous!


“Rooney? Wh— Are you in labor?”
“No, just a false alarm. I was getting some weird contractions again, though, so they’re keeping me here overnight to make sure I’m still okay to travel. But how perfect would that have been if you missed the birth of your godchild because you were too busy dying? …And by perfect I mean the farthest thing from perfect. Disastrous, calamitous, unsavory—”
“Yeah, I got it. I’m…I’m sorry. I know I’ve been saying that a lot lately, but—”
“I’m sure you have. It should be on the Santi Greatest Hits.”
“…And the other half of that album would be a fifteen minute track of me critiquing Game of Thrones.
“Oh, you’re re-reading the series again, huh?”
“Well…the only thing on TV right now is The Incredible Shrinking Man.”
“Ooh, kinda bleak.”
“Yeah, so…I asked my mom to bring my books from home since this place doesn’t have HBO so I can’t hate-watch the new season.”
“See? Another reason to live. If you died, you wouldn’t be able to complain about the show writers ruining Jaime Lannister…or whatever you’re mad about this week.”
“Don’t even get me started, they did him so dirty! He and Cersei are supposed to be repulsed by each other! They just kicked Brienne to the curb! And don’t even…don’t even TALK to me about how royally they fucked up Jon’s storyline.”
“It’s good to have you back, orejudo.”

it’s funny how i keep seeing posts to watch the bold type or wynonna earp and to be clear i am not criticizing either show. this is not a critique of the shows

but you’re just recommending those two shows in particular because of the w|w content and again, i am not criticizing either show but you’re acting as if the only reason people are watching supergirl is because of the w|w content. i’ve been watching this show and been a fan since the pilot leaked, all the way back in May of 2015. i’ve been watching this show since before there was any canon w|w content.

please stop telling me to watch the bold type and wynonna earp. i get it. there’s gay content. but i didn’t start watching supergirl for the gay. I started watching supergirl for Supergirl and they’re v e r y different shows.

anonymous asked:

Season 3 of Flash has been such a disappointment even that finale was underwhelming and everything they do is so predictable I hope next season is better

Agreed. I hear they’re getting some new writers, which can either be good or bad lol but hopefully it’s good. I just want the Season 1 vibe to be back. I miss the happier and lighter show. The show that focused on superhero stuff and fighting instead of soap opera relationship nonsense. 

There’s been a lot of problems with the flash this season but that’s been the biggest problem. Too much focus on relationships, all of them being written horribly, not getting much of the friendships at all and not seeing the team getting to spend time together and hang out like they used to.

Unfortunately the worst part of the season has been Barry. And I love Barry with all of my heart, he’s been my favorite character for a long long time. But Flashpoint happened and then it was like Barry completely changed. (I like to pretend it’s Barry’s evil twin Larry because I really don’t recognize him at all) He was completely selfish, he didn’t care about anyone but Iris. We didn’t even get to see him interact with many characters alone besides Iris. He has such a great connection with every character and we missed seeing that. I get that Iris would be his top priority, there’s no question about that. But to act like everyone else doesn’t matter as much and do things that threaten their safety or take away their happiness? Not the Barry we know and love. He didn’t care about Caitlin’s powers at all, selfishly making her use them when he knew how dangerous it was. He let Wally get taken by the speedforce without giving it a second glance. Cisco’s brother dies in Flashpoint and he does nothing about it but goes back in time the second he thinks it could possibly save Iris. He makes Julian talk to him through Savitar even when he said multiple times he didn’t want to. And it was all just for him and his own happiness. Never would I thought the motto of the season would be what Killer Frost said in episode 7 “You get your happy ending everyone else be damned” because that’s literally how he acted the whole time. 

This whole storyline with Iris’ impending death was the thing that really fucked it up. In the beginning of Season 3, things were going well and we saw everyone getting their own storyline, having stuff going on and everything was balanced. Then suddenly this happened and it was all about Barry and his relationship with Iris because she was going to die. Meanwhile we all knew they’d never kill her which makes the storyline a waste to begin with. Everyone else besides Caitlin really who had her Killer Frost arc became like background characters. And honestly, I wouldn’t have minded this storyline if it was actually about IRIS. If we saw her making the most of her last months, having a part in saving her life, being “badass” like we were told she would be. Being the hot shot journalist she supposedly is but we never see. But no. Instead it was about Barry like always and their relationship instead of about her. 

Then the small things they did on the side like Savitar and Killer Frost didn’t get enough focus at all. We didn’t learn anything about why Caitlin became Killer Frost, why the evil inside of her overpowered. Why was she working with Savitar? How was she so “Caitlin” like at the end of the finale out of the blue? What were her motives this whole time? And I bet we won’t ever get these answers. I can only hope we’ll see her finding herself like she wants to do but I don’t have high hopes. And for Savitar, we didn’t get much background about him at all either. 

Then poor HR dies for no good reason whatsoever and what does Barry do? He works with Savitar, the guy who killed him as if it was no big deal. You bet your ass he wouldn’t have thought about doing that if Iris was the one dead like Savitar planned on. It was so ridiculous to see Barry and even Iris try to reason with this guy when he was hellbent on killing Iris and then ends up killing one of their friends anyway. Again, this show is losing the superhero/battle aspect and turning into this emotional cheese fest. 

So yeah, in general this season wasn’t great at all and I can only hope that they’ll start fixing things for the better next season. Honestly with that finale I have no desire to even continue watching but I will anyways (mainly for Grant and to see Caitlin finding herself and what’s next for her.) 

SPN S7 Watch Notes

So now we come to the season that made me give up on the show. Yes, I was a season 7 casualty. I freely admit this fact. 

Granted, by the time this season was airing I’d already been with it for nearly 6 years… which, comparatively speaking, is a long time to stick with one show. I like this season slightly more now, but that’s because I now have the benefit of hindsight. I didn’t have that back in 2011/2012. 

It’s still my least favorite season. The character stuff is far stronger than the plot stuff, but the character stuff wasn’t fleshed out enough for me to rank it any higher than dead last. 

That said, I actually really like Dick Roman. I think he’s actually one of my favorite villains (plus he gives us the endless dick jokes), but the Leviathans themselves were kinda… bad. The cheesy special effect was pretty terrible (I laughed the first time I saw their teeth; it reminded me of the Isz from The Maxx), and it definitely contributed to me not being able to take them seriously. 

This season was fan service: fans had been yelling since season 4 that the show needed to be just Sam and Dean again, and this is what happened. I was bored out of my skull half the time because I love seeing how Sam and Dean interact with OTHER CHARACTERS. Frank wasn’t enough of a saving grace to get me to continue after Bobby died. So I powered through to a certain episode… and then I was done. 

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anonymous asked:

all my friends make fun of me bc I love the big bang theory, thanks for making an amazing blog that shows I'm not the only one out there💕💕

What? Seriously? That sucks of them.

And don’t worry, you’re most definitely not alone, along with the millions of people that watch this show around the world. There’s a reason why we’re going to 12 seasons.

I definitely think this show suffers from what I call “The Broccoli effect”, much like kids from my generation hate broccoli because every kid’s TV show in my childhood claimed it was yucky, even though none of us had ever tried it.

Same with this show. Someone once made some criticisms about it and it seems almost everyone on the internet has accepted them and decided not to give it a shot– I see this a lot in my reblogs. I get a lot of reblogs like “i hate this show but this scene was nice”. And I mean, a lot. If those people gave it a shot they’d probably love it. And btw, I’m not claiming there isn’t anything wrong with this show, but it’s not all bad. Like, I’m not the biggest fan of the Lenny relationship right now, I really hate the slightly homophobic comments, and I wish they’d just let Raj go full bi and date a guy already but…

Again, it’s not all bad. I watch like 30 TV shows and this is still the most relatable out of all of them. The only reason I found the courage to get into engineering in the first place was because of this show. The Shamy relationship is the only one I’ve shipped consistently for years now. Anyways,

Arrow 5x12 - Bratva - A night for Monsters to run free

It finally happen, we knew it was coming we braced ourselves the best we could and it wasn’t pain free but we can now shout “We Survived this one”:

1. Oliver is a killing machine in the Flashbacks, a monster

2. Felicity crossed over to darkness and she don it so perfectly it send a chill trough my bones

3. EWR (Evil Witch Reporter) ( @tdgal1 name sounds apt) finally showed her true colours

(you think I would reference the only Oliver’s abs scene in the all Arrow that I don’t care to watch ever again, didn’t you? It was meaningless and only relevant to prove how low can EWR get so I consider it included in 3).

This episode is about Monsters. And we start in flashbacks for a reason. Oliver as turned into the Monster Talia knew he could be.

Flashback Oliver under Talia’s guidance gives his monster an identity, a physical existence and unleashes it to do his bidding.

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Meanwhile in current Star City we have Quentin Lance returning from facing his Monster in rehab. Lance is holding it under control. it’s a hard task that he wants to face head on by returning to his job and give an interview about his return.

Oliver gets to Russia and faces his past self betrayal to the Bratva. A consequence of walking out on his Monster self over in 2x06. Oliver doesn’t want to go back, he knows how dark it is (we are watching how dark it is in the Flashbacks) but the mission, according to Diggle, demands it. Still Oliver tries another way (still following up Felicity’s request…so cute).

But they need intel and Felicity knows how to get it. I kid you not when I tell you Felicity Smoak cohearsing that Russian guy showed me a new face to Felicity I never knew it was there, her Monster is pitch dark and cold as ice.

Originally posted by blackcanarydinah

The intel is sound but they don’t manage to be totally successful. They do take a prisoner, curtesy of Dinah/Tina, and Oliver starts the routine of getting intel from him. Honest to God, Oliver surprised the hell out of me, he had no intention of torturing the guy (our boy is not a Monster anymore… so proud) he was sure the guy would break without physical violence.

But Oliver’s Monster is not the only one and is tamed in this episode. Rory’s Monster is nowhere to be spotted. He’s the one confronting Felicity on her out of character actions. Felicity, true to herself, tells him the truth about the thumb drive, Rory calls it like it is it’s a powerful tool to be treated with care and respect and not to be abused.  

Felicity argues but Rory recognizes this is not something Felicity would do, ever, and he starts to tell Oliver.  

Originally posted by arrowsource

Oliver gets Felicity crossed a line, but not what she had done, he has no time to get the details as Diggle decided to do his own torturing. It doesn’t escape Oliver’s notice that Felicity doesn’t show any shade of concern about the torture only about the intel, and he knows Felicity, he doesn’t need much else to understand Rory is right, Felicity is crossing the line to darkness and he can’t have that, not her, and not Diggle.

Confronted with the need to protect the ones he loves from crossing the line into dark again Oliver crosses it himself by “rejoining” Bratva. Dinah / Tina calls what Diggle did back in the day, it’s not Oliver first rodeo, but to her his light, a guiding light, to all around him.

Back at the House it’s OTA again.  

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Oliver took the hit for both of them, to Oliver both Felicity and Diggle must stay on the light, they must keep being better than him. But Diggle calls it later, they are not better than Oliver, OTA makes them all better, together.

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Bratva delivers but the all bust takes an unexpected turn when the Nuke gets activated. Felicity’s worse fear is in the making and she’s not going to let it happen,  Felicity wants to fly the bomb herself out to a less populated area. A call back to Havenrock that both she and Rory are completely aware of.

Rory worries, he sees it’s impossible to stop the countdown, and his not having anther Havenrock happening, he has a choice Felicity didn’t have, The Rags.

Rory uses the Rags and stops the bomb from making any harm, Diggle doesn’t kill the General. All Monsters look like they are gone, except Oliver’s, Bratva won’t let him go, his Bratva forever.

Then we got to Star City and I got blind for a while, and deaf. Did I mention I was blind too? It was scary but it’s all over now.

Lance and Rene have an emotional heart to heart. These two should work together more. Rory is leaving to protect the Team, it’s emotional to all of us.  

But in the end Monsters are never really gone, and Felicity, is getting messages from Helix and looks happy abouth it.

Then it happens what all this Fandom called for ages… EWR is a truly evil Biatch. (Lesson learn EP’s, lesson learn SA, the more you sell a character the worse that character will be.)

She’s a snake and someone, preferably Thea, need to “cut” of her head. Nevertheless, and after what I’ve watched yesterday I’m thinking Oliver is going to put her to her ground himself.

Stray thoughts:

- Felicity is the first thing in Oliver’s mind. We have seen it all trough the episode;

- Oliver maybe the last to know about Felicity walking a path of dark but he is doing what he can to prevent that from happening. The problem is he’s going at it exactly the same way as he did in Season 3 and 4, he’s not talking to her about it, he’s just acting and sacrificing himself and only telling Diggle and Felicity after the fact. That should change;

- This gave me life

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I saw someone in the tag saying not to watch the show just for Cyrus, Jonah, and Jyrus. That there are other great things about the show. While that is true if people want to watch the show just for those characters and that relationship they can. There is no right or wrong way to watch a show.

Also if someone is writing a Jyrus fic they are in no way required to include Andi in the fic unless they want to. The show is about Andi, we all know that, but the fic is not.

I’m honestly kinda nervous to post this but I’m fresh from the Teen Wolf fandom and I am having war flashbacks.

After Tyler Posey said watching Teen Wolf only for Sterek/Stiles/Derek meant you were watching for the wrong reasons his fans started repeating him. After that the fandom went to hell in a handbasket. Again, there’s no right or wrong way to watch a show.

Then Scott stans tried to say you must include Scott in all your fics. You have to write Scott centric fics. But that’s not true. If the fic is not about that character you do not have to include them. And no one is required to write about a certain character. You want more fic centering around that character than you write it. Nobody else has to do it for you.

Just be nice to each other.


Well that’s a start, isn’t it?

This one was kind of all over the place. There were a lot of segments that gave me the impression that this show has a lot of potential and a high ceiling. Then there were parts that I never want to watch again. The daydream sequence in particular was something that I just found baffling. The literal only reason to have it the way it was, as far as I’m concerned, is for South Park-style “Being Edgy for the Sake of Being Edgy” and I really hope that’s not a “comedy” trope the show returns to often. Rick is a really interesting character at first glance, and I’m curious to see what happens with him.

Also, Morty deserves better from nearly everyone.

The pilot episode is about a 4/10 to me. It feels like it was setting an above-average baseline but that one sequence dragged the whole thing down a few points. Still, there’s a lot of room to go up from here.

2 AM…

She comes upon you like a theif in the night. You look at the clock more than once to make sure you’re seeing it right. No matter what day of the week, when you see those numbers early in the morning your interest gets peeked.
Why am I up so soon, I was sound asleep? Do I need the restroom, was it a bad dream? Did I remember something that I still need to do? Why did my brain just click on for no reason, what am I going to do.
Watch a quick show on TV, listen to the radio. Do some late night or early morning writing, yup here we go. Listen to the only silence you’ll probably hear all day. Take in your surroundings, let your imagination play.
As 2am moves on through its cycle, you feel the minutes tick by while you silently try to dance to songs by Michael. In time your eye lids start to get heavy, time to sleep again you’re finally ready.
You get comfortable in your bed, visions of coming hours dance in your head. This 2 am has been nice by your measure, but its time for you to bid it adieu hopefully the next 2 am will be even better.

Picture by Nakanoart.


MAKE ME CHOOSE MEME > Scott Mccall or Stiles Stilinski (asked by paquindaene)

It all started that night, the night I got bitten. Do you remember the way it was before that? You and me, we were… we were… we were nothing. We weren’t popular. We weren’t good at lacrosse. We weren’t important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all…

Open myself up

So, before you start reading this post I’ll explain to you all why I am posting this. What you are about to read is basically the most important thing about me. It’s my personality which I am going to open up to you. Why do I do this? So, I’m part of this fandom for about one or one and a half year now and I realised that this is the most heartwarming, respectful, understanding and couragous group I’ve ever joined. Reading post about so many others made me realise that I am not alone with my past. And this is kind of good, I guess? So I am posting this in the Thomas Sanders section for two reasons: Reason 1 is that you all are the most understanding people because you are like me. And the 2nd Reason is that Thomas is an important person for me, but I’ll explain this later.

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OMFG Ian Bohen

I just need to get this off my chest, because I stewed about this all night, okay? So for the past little while since I started Teen Wolf, I knew Peter Hale reminded me of someone, but I could not figure out who. I was sure it would come to me so I didn’t look it up, but last night. LAST NIGHT (early this morning, whatever) I gave in to my curiosity while writing a Steter fic and let me tell you something.


Herc in that movie was my first fictional crush. I saw one the movie during the day maybe once - probably when they were trying to garner interest for the new ‘Young Hercules’ show. After that, I did that thing you can do with the cable TV menu where you search for a thing and see when it’s on again, and I would sneAK OUT OF MY BED AT GODDAMNED TWO IN THE MORNING to watch that movie. It was on the sketchy high numbered cable channels (often sandwiched between LOTR parody porn (I made the mistake ONCE) and like, Evangelical bullshit TV) and I watched it over and over and it wasn’t because I gave a shit whether the golden fleece or whatever was recovered. Like, get off the screen, King Jason, I want to see Herc’s beautiful face. I figurED OUT WHAT EPISODES HE WAS IN ON THE SHOW and would purposefully ONLY RENT THE DISCS HE WAS ON from Netflix. I had it so bad for Young Hercules, guys. You don’t even know.


And then he broke my 12 year old fangirl heart (I was literally and actually 12 at the time, ah the agonies of youth) by not reprising the role. He left me with fucking Ryan Gosling, which no. I could never get into the show because yeah, thanks Ryan you’re super cool and all, but you’re noT IAN GODDAMN BOHEN AND YOU NEVER WILL BE. I was angry at that man for years for choosing not to live in New Zealand to film it. Years. Literal years.

I’m fucking 30 now and I’m still kinda mad about it when I think about it too long.

And now he’s BACK IN MY LIFE as this beautiful, snarky, psychotic man and I just. I can’t. My heart literally cannot. He broke it and now he’s putting the pieces back together and I’m done. I’m out. I’ve transcended. Every moment that Peter Hale is not on the screen during Teen Wolf is a moment wasted in my humble opinion.

Okay. I feel better now, sorry for the rant.

So I stopped watching AoS very shortly into season 2 because Ward was one of my favorite characters and I hated the evil Ward / Hydra plot twist. I did watch the episode where Coulson killed Ward and Ward’s body was taken over by HIVE but that is it so I am without a lot of context as to what has happened on the show. But I just watched the last 2 episodes and I am so glad to see this good version of Ward back again, even if it is only computer code and not really Ward.

But the reason for my post is I started reading reaction posts to these last 2 episodes and they truly fascinate me. The different reactions and how various people see Ward and how they react to Fitz in the framework is truly fascinating. This also made me think about how people have reacted to Oliver Queen in Arrow as well. While Hydra Ward, Framework Fitz, and Arrow Oliver are all different contexts it is really interesting how those 3 characters were written to react to abusive situations/relationships and how the audience perceives those reactions.

Ward was abused as a child and “rescued” by another man who further twisted his perception of the world and then used him as his own personal weapon. Ward was loyal to Garrett because he removed him from his abusive family but missed that Garrett didn’t really care about him either and was just using him. Fitz in the framework has basically been brainwashed by AIDA to the point he would do anything to protect her. I know I’m missing some additional background on AIDA but the gist of the situation from what I’ve seen and read is that Fitz believes in AIDA and their relationship. Oliver was tortured and abused and used by others for their benefit over the course of 5 years away from home. Oliver had come to believe that he could only count on himself and everyone else was either a threat or a target. All 3 of these characters have killed for the benefit of their abusers and all 3 have been judged differently.

I know none of these situations are exactly the same and my description of their situations is overly broad and not terribly in depth. But the theme behind them is similar enough to make a comparison. I just didn’t feel like writing an entire dissertation. But I’m intrigued enough by the characters in the framework to continue watching AoS for now. Plus I really want to watch real people’s reactions to the characters choices on the show. It is truly fascinating to me how various people, myself included, can be ok with one character doing something wrong/evil and be incredibly upset when another character does nearly the exact same thing. People’s reactions to shows continues to sometimes intrigue me more than the shows themselves.

Loving the rain

Pairing: Sam x reader.

Type: Drabble.

Word count: 992

„Something tells me it’s raining outside.“, Sam chuckled, leaning back on his chair as he observed me.

I had just came in, my shoes squeaking as I angrily stomped down the stairs, leaving a wet trail in the form of my footprints. My clothes were soaked through and along with my hair, still dripping drops of water as I made my way to Sam, who was sitting on the table with a book wide open in front of him.

Glaring at him, I stopped near the table and he grinned.

„I thought you love rain?“ Sam mused.

„Yes, I do.“, I replied bitterly. „But not when I have to go outside in the middle of a downpour and listen Dean nag the whole way about his damp car seats!“

Sam laughed, even throwing his head back. Usually, my heart would race at the mere sight of his amused expression, with the corners of his mouth tilted upwards and his perfect teeth showing. But it will have to take a lot more to warm up my mood right now.

„Where is he now?“ his eyebrow quirked.

„Wiping off his dearest Baby, of course.“, I rolled my eyes and proceeded to walk towards the hall, so I could get to my room and have a long, hot shower and then-

„Fuck!“ I exclaimed and then sighed, remembering my shower is out of order.

I didn’t realize Sam was so close behind until he spoke. „What is it now?“

„My shower doesn’t work.“, I explained in a whining, but rather exhausted tone, while turning around and raising my head a little to look at him.

„No problem.“, he shrugged and walked in front of me, motioning for me to follow. „You can use the shower in my bedroom.“

I was a little surprised by the offer, but let him guide to his room nevertheless. I’ve never actually been to his room, since I’ve been staying with the Winchesters only for a couple of days until we solve a common case. The guest room was better than the crappy motels in the area, so they invited me over to the bunker.

Well, one of the things that I should pay attention to if I ever hunt with the brothers again; bring more clothes. I had two jeans and two shirts with me and they were now either wet or muddy.

Once I entered his room, I immediately thought how well the decoration fit him. Everything was in order, minimal and practical. Sam gestured towards the bathroom and I hurried in.

„Towels are in the drawer under the sink.“, Sam smiled and exited his room, respecting my privacy and leaving me alone while I shower.

But, by the time I got out, my body wrapped in a towel while my wet and now clean hair was falling down over my shoulders, he was in his room again. He held a few articles of clothing in his arms, neatly folded.

„I got you clean clothes.“, he smiled, his gaze quickly lowering and glancing down my almost naked body.. „I went to get yours, but they were filthy.“

I smiled. „Thank you, Sam. That’s really thoughtful.“

„As for the underwear…“, he spoke awkwardly, but then sniggered. „Maybe I should ask Dean if he could borrow you any panties.“

A laugh escaped my mouth. „Maybe you should.“

„Uh…“, his eyes trailed over my body again. „I’ll leave you to dress.“

He turned around, leaving the room again, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Sometimes, he was so dorky and awkward, it was hard to imagine he was a strong, badass hunter who’s job is saving the whole wide world along with his brother. It was adorable, actually. That’s one of the main things it made me fall in love with him. And his humor. Dean was the cheeky one, but Sam cracked jokes that were able to make me laugh harder than I thought possible.

In a rush, I put on the clothes he gave me.

They were his, which made this situation a whole lot better.

I had to tighten the waist band around the sweatpants and one of the smallest shirts he could find was still too loose fitted for me, but I absolutely adored it.

With one last curious look around the room, I opened the doors and saw him leaned on the opposite wall, waiting.

„Thanks, Sam. I appreciate this.“, I grinned, showing him how the clothes looked on me, with the sleeves covering my hands and fingers completely.

„This looks good on you.“, he chuckled, standing up and coming a bit closer.

„Not better than on you.“, I winked at with that, walked down the hallway in the direction of my room.

Sam called my name after a mere few seconds and I stopped. He was now peeking from his room, only his head and half of his torso showing.

„I was just about to watch a movie. Wanna tag along?“

I shrugged. „Sure. What are we watching?“

In a few steps I was back in his room again. While he was setting up everything and getting the snacks, I simply got comfortable on his bed and waited. My bones were still a bit chilly, despite the hot, soothing shower, so I was shaking a bit when we started to watch the movie.

„Are you cold?“ Sam noticed, of course.

„A bit.“, I hid my hands in the long sleeves of his shirt again.

„C'mere.“, he spread his arms and grinned.

„Are you asking me to cuddle with you?“

„Maybe I am.“, his dimples were showing. „But, you know… Only because of heat reasons.“

„You little flirt.“, I laughed slightly, moving closer to him and into his arms.

My head was now resting on his torso, our arms around each other.

„So, is it working yet?“ Sam asked in a low voice, a bit unsure.

„Oh, it’s working alright.“, I smiled and he chuckled.


The Worst Fandom of 2015 chosen by you

It is said that it is better late then never, the wtfheadcanonoftheday “Well shit” award for the worst fandom. I can tell you that the fandom that won nearly got half the percentage of votes, but before the “winner” is reviled, let us go through the nominations and why they were voted.

o Steven’s Universe – What some have considered one of the greatest shows in Cartoon Network history has also been considered to have one of the worst, the fandom are very obsessed with the characters and trying to make sure that everyone knows exactly how each character must be recognized, despite there being questions of male gems being shot down with arguments about “Well they’res already shows with a large male casts, we should have one with a large female cast!” but then state the gems are genderless, but the biggest reason of the all is that they nearly drove someone to downright suicide for the simple fact that they drew a fat character slightly skinny, it came to the point where the creators had to come in and say that it was fine for people to draw their creations however they want…and then some people said they were going to leave the fandom after that…probably a good thing.

o Undertale – Toby Fox’s last wish was for Undertale to die off fading away peacefully and not becoming another cesspool of garbage, sadly the nightmare is all real Toby. The game’s not been out for long and yet so many people already associate it with Tumblr, SJWs and the fandom that pretty much barraged the “Best. Game. Ever” tournament in order to get Undertale to beat the competition just to see other gamers moan, not only that but they placed Frisk in many “Down with Cis” shirts and whist they weren’t the whole issue, they seemed to be the vocal majority when it came to the backlash they gave over a “down with hate” picture, not even the Bronies have gotten the reputation so bad so quickly.

o Five Nights at Freddy’s – Four games within a short period of time with a book and hopefully final game coming soon, the biggest shocker isn’t “How can he makes so many games in such a time?” (Cause each game is just the shame) rather how come their fandom is actually filled with rather young kids, well the reason being is due to the YouTube community and the huge reputation it got, so you can enjoy a wide range of cringe worthy pictures on deviantART, and a range of complaints coming from using the dreaded “B-word.” I mean granted fandoms have had a strange group inside them but children being into a horror game? Maybe the whole “YouTube” aspect is appealing to them.

o Shoplifting – This is supposedly a fandom…I’m pretty sure everywhere else this would be some underground crime system, the Shoplifting fandom is pretty much the obvious ones of they’re a fan of shoplifting….or stealing in other words. They post tips about the best ways to go around grabbing things and then taking them out of the shop and for some stupid reason, take pictures of their prizes to show off what they got…I’m pretty sure those lil posts can also be called “evidence.” The fact that this is a fandom is surprising but then I guess everything has to have a fandom.

o Danganronpa – As someone who is actually in the fandom I can’t say I’m at all shocked this fandom got nominated, when it comes down to one character the argument is still very much alive of if they’re trans, non-binary or the obvious fact since they said it, a male who was bullied to crossdress, not only that but there’s also with the recent game how one character who is obsessed with a male character must also have a lesbian lust for her pretty much considered to her only friend, trying to state that it’s canon despite little to zero evidence, with a little bit of memeing thrown in, the fandom might as well be put through a execution.

I believe when it comes to fandoms that every fandom is bad, but sometimes there are fandoms worst then others, but there can only be one worst fandom of 2015, and the winner is…

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I was watching ASiB again last night and just realised that Irene is the only person with whom Sherlock shared his Mind Palace with. It wasn’t like how he manifests people in his Mind Palace where everything seems sharpened and represented the way Sherlock receives them. He took Irene along the deduction process and they shared that moment in his mind.

Also, I was watching the Making of ASiB and the reason why they made this scene is to portray the start of Irene and Sherlock’s “love story” (their words, not mine) to show that they have this connection— A Meeting of the Minds. :)


We’re back and Mona has been driven crazy by her isolation pit so is rocking back and forth singing to herself. I love that because the actress Janel has an amazing voice the writers constantly get her to sing. I think we are all like Hanna in the choir room “Ok Mona we get it you can friggin’ sing.” Anyway she’s singing the popular lullaby “Hush little baby don’t say a word, Momma’s gonna buy you a mockingbird” and crying. Poor Mona. This kind of derails my Mona is shady and actually still on the A team theory I guess.

Theory: All this Mockingbird imagery (the cafe Ali was hiding out in New York was called Mockingbird Cafe, Ezra was teaching this book at Rosewood etc) makes me wonder whether we should be looking at the storyline of To Kill A Mockingbird for A’s motives. I’ve only read synopsises but from what I can tell the main character is thought of as a freak but he just wants friends and to protect the people he loves. Could Charles bringing the girls to the Dollhouse be his way of protecting them? Doesn’t really explain the torture I guess but this is possibly the only way I can imagine feeling sorry for Charles as Marlene has said so many times we will. 

Back to Ali. She’s arrived at her destination according to the satnav and low and behold the gas tank is empty. How many times must A have practiced that run to make sure the car conked out at exactly the right time? Forgetting she’s on a murder mystery drama and also that she’s ran away from the police she calls road side assistance but a man’s voice tells her to look in the trunk of her car. Creepy AF! Ali get’s out of the car and I’m like screaming NO YOU DUMB BITCH STAY IN THE CAR. It’s just like in horror films when they go investigate that noise they heard in the basement and you’re just watching like ‘you are going to die dumbass!’

Sidenote: The voice kind of sounds like it could be Bryon, Aria’s Dad. Chad Lowe who plays Byron directed this episode so perhaps he lent his voice to it or perhaps this is actually Charles’ voice not Bryon’s and the PLL writers are teasing us. OMG just had a realisation. The PLL writers are like the PLL fan’s very own A… they’ve literally been tormenting us for years (well you guys… I’ve only known this show existed since January).

Back to the hardy bros (honestly if you’re a true PLL fan and you don’t listen to Bros Watch PLL Too you need to sort your priorities out) aka Team Ezleb and they have a pretty funny exchange whilst catching up with Ali… Ezra’s driving too fast for Caleb’s liking. Ezra says “She’s still not moving?” Caleb replies “No she’s at a dead stop” Ezra comes back with “That’s a poor choice of words.” One liners on form tonight bravo Marlene.

Meanwhile Tanner is looking through a box full of Andrew Campbell’s confiscated possessions. She’s reading a very interesting diary entry which paints him as the culprit. He details his obsession with wanting to turn the girls on each other and fantasising about tormenting them. Now I’m torn about this because if it’s an A plant then snoozefest we’ve seen this happen a million times but if it’s real then woh maybe Andrew is A and that would be equally boring because he’s such an irrelevant 2D character. Also am I the only one who’s like ‘Do teenagers seriously keep paper diaries these days?’ I mean I know we’re supposedly in 2012 but still, pretty sure most teenagers use Twitter as their diary these days because the concept of privacy has been eroded away.

Anyway Toby busts in and says they have a lead on Andrew’s car which is around Tyler State Park (have your mind blown with this connection where Ali has broken down. Rosewood PD are on the case!

Ezra and Caleb pull up to Ali’s empty car. The trunk (we call it a boot in England) is open and her clothes are splayed out. “The signal stopped here” Caleb brings us up to speed. They find the welcome card Hanna was talking about. The girls voice from the dollhouse says “Put on the clothes and start walking. Leave everything else behind or they die.” Wow that escalated quickly - nothing says welcome more than a death threat. The messages are pretty cute in the card despite the fact A forced the Liars to write them. The boys run off into the woods after Ali basing their geographical decision on how Ali positioned her boots. Pretty smart!

We cut to Ali running through the trees part 3 (or maybe 4… I’ve lost count). Surprise surprise Charles has dressed her in the infamous yellow top. Sasha Pieterse who plays Ali must despise that top. Now 19, she’s been wearing the bluddy thing since she was 12. Charles definitely put in a bulk order for these bad boys - probably saw Ali and Bethany (and CeCe… shit 3 people in the same outfit just like in the Dollhouse) wearing it that night and Amazon Primed it so he could have his 100 yellow tops the next day then thought shit I need some girls to actually wear them. Guess I’ll go on a kidnapping spree then.

It’s midnight and the generator is down so the Liars spring into action and storm towards the playroom to look for a secret passage to A’s vault or ‘soul’ room. I’m still reluctant to say this A has a soul considering all the torture and the death threats and the kidnapping etc but we’ll roll with that name for now. Spencer tells them about the C.D toy she found in Ali’s room she says “Some of the toys were Ali’s and some were his” Aria adds “Feel like they grew up together.” 

Theory: Presumably Charles put those boxes in Ali’s room for the liars to unpack so why would he purposefully include some of his own? The same goes with the anagrams. Why aren’t the liars questioning who is giving them these clues and why? If A really is Charles then he obviously wants them to find out. Also if you took the show completely out of it’s social media vortex and watched it with no external information you would just think Spencer was barking up the wrong tree again because let’s face it when Spencer thinks someone is A they 100% are not. At this point the only reason I believe Charles is A is because Marlene King has gone on the record saying he is but she’s lied plenty in the past so why would this be any different?

The siren starts blaring as the generator kicks back in but Emily finds a vent for the Liars to crawl through. Let me get this straight. You’ve been tortured for a month straight, been gassed several times but you’re still willing to crawl through an air vent despite not knowing where it leads? Emily Fields you are a girl after my own heart. Who’s the weakest link now hey bitch?

(Spencer checking out Emily’s ass)

So they’re in the vault and Emily’s like “A does have a soul.” They watch the home video of Mrs D with a baby girl and two boys, possibly twins but more likely brothers and A is watching them. We get a bit self-referential when Spencer looks up to the camera and says “Game On Charles.” She steps back and burns the film reel by holding it down. Surely a tech genius like A has several digital back ups though right?

Getting no reaction from Charles because he’s too preoccupied with Ali being almost in his grasp, Aria says “Let’s torch this place.” So they start burning things like dolls and the crib. Smart move girls considering you’re locked in this room. A is clearly torn between going after Ali or saving his precious room but we see him get up from his desk so he’s clearly going for one of them.

Cut to Ali looking sheepish waiting to be kidnapped. She shits herself when a twig snaps (classic horror) but it’s just Caleb and Ezra. Sasha’s scared faces are on point in this episode. She manages to do loads of different faces to convey the same emotions in her scenes this episode so props to her - great actress.

Back in the vault the Liars are realising it probably wasn’t the smartest of moves to start a blazing fire in a small room with lots of flamable items. Aria suggests they find a blanket to put it out. Erm not sure what experience you’ve had at putting out fires Aria but let me tell you a blankets not going to cut it this time love. 

Emily suggests using the curtains but when they tug them down they come face to face with A. It’s pretty creepy. By the looks of things his control room is behind this window next to the vault. Also throwback to the silence of the lamb pit earlier with Mona, it looks like A is now wearing a bit of a hannibal lector mask under that hoodie.

In a last ditch attempt to get Charles to cave the liars start throwing everything into the fire. Aria gets sassy “Say goodbye to your soul” - for the last time Marlene we get it, you want us to see A’s human side well spoiler alert that’s not going to happen. 

It works, A caves and pushes his emergency fire button to activate sprinklers and unlock all the doors. I love the fact that this mass torturer follows health and safety regulations. What a responsible kidnapper he is. The girls make a break for it and go off to find Mona.

Back in the woods Ali hears the alarm so Team CAZRALI (I’m not letting it go) go and investigate where the smoke is coming from. 

The Liars find Mona in the hole and after some ugly crying and pleading the girls decide she’s probably been through enough without leaving her to burn to death. They grab a rope ladder and next thing we know they are running down the corridor towards a ladder which presumably leads to the exit. 

Sidenote: How on earth did Charles get Mona down there in the first place unless he held a gun to her head and forced her to climb down?

This next scene is possibly the most emotional scene in PLL history so here’s a link to watch it in all it’s glory

So the girls are banging on the exit door coughing and spluttering. The guys are trying to break it open. Caleb looks like he gives up so Ali gets in there and it flings open (girl power) and amongst all the smoke comes rushing out the scared Liars. It’s a beautiful shot of them each running to their OTP (controversial subject I know). Hanna runs to Caleb, Aria to Ezra and Emily to Alison - all hugging each other as if their lives depended on it (ironic). Ezra says to Aria “I thought I’d lost you” and Hanna says to Caleb “Don’t ever let me go” to which he replies “Never.” This genuinely had me in tears. 

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The police arrive and Spencer (who is holding poor Mona at the moment) leaps into Toby’s arms for a passionate kiss. She says “We know who it is. We have a name” and Toby replies with the creepiest line of the night “It’s Andrew babe. And we’re gonna get him.” Just take a second to let that sink in. In fact go watch it on repeat a few times and see if you agree that Toby calling Spencer babe is hands down the most disturbing thing about this episode!

Just when everyones all loved up and relieved a cop shouts “Hey there’s another girl down here.” A female cop (I guess to be sensitive to the situation) goes and finds the other blonde hostage and asks for her name. The girl hesitates looking like she might say Alison (or Bethany depending on who she’s been role playing) but she stutters “Sarah. I’m Sarah Harvey”

HOLY CRAP. If you remember Sarah Harvey is the girl that went missing the day after Ali. That means she’s been locked in the dollhouse for near enough 3 years right? So the press surrounding Dre Davis playing a character called Kimberley Brown was a B.S. way of throwing us off the scent. I don’t know whether I feel betrayed or impressed but either way I’m intrigued to see how Sara plays into all of this. Or is she just an innocent victim who was in the wrong place at the wrong time? I highly doubt it.

Sarah is carried out on a stretcher. Melodramatic much? She was tottering around serving meals an hour ago. Mona’s being checked over by the paramedics and the gang are reunited. They remind us who Sarah Harvey is because for most of you that random plot point was thrown in half way through Season 4 so no one would blame you if you were like who the fuck is this girl if she’s not Bethany Young?

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Emily then goes over to Ali and things are a little icy considering they basically just made out 5 minutes ago. Emily thanks Alison for saving their lives (no biggie) and Ali reaches for Emily’s hand. They’re about to have a moment which will break twitter and set the Emison fandom on fire when Emily says “Ali, who is Charles Dilaurentis?”

And that’s it. We are left with a blank-faced Ali who we know from the 6x02 promo has no idea who Charles Dilaurentis is. I don’t know about you guys but I’m seriously jazzed for this season and so-called Summer of Answers.

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Until next time little liars…

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