rachel what the hell are you doing

Why do people feel like the only way to stop demonizing Connor is to start demonizing his parents… Like yeah they didn’t handle his situation well at all but they loved him a lot and they tried and it’s not easy to know what the hell to do as a parent that’s the whole point of Does Anybody Have A Map like didn’t you listen to that song at all??? Parenting is fucking hard especially if your kid has mental illnesses and it’s really fucking hard to know what to do and they really did try and they really did love him and just because they took wrong turns doesn’t mean they didn’t care or didn’t try to do right by him and that’s what fucking matters.

How about we stop demonizing any characters in Dear Evan Hansen because that’s ruining the entire point of the show. Every character is battling their own set of demons. Every character is complex and has a dark and light side. There’s a way to empathize without justifying, to understand without saying that something was the right thing. No character in that show is black and white, good or evil. They all have a good and a bad side and that’s what makes them so compelling and relatable.

I’m sick of seeing posts about why Connor was a terrible person. And I’m sick of people defending him by saying he just had terrible parents. Can I remind you that the plot of the show is a character that we all love lying about knowing a kid who killed himself??? Why does nobody demonize Evan? Because we see so obviously so many different layers in him. Because we don’t agree with what he did but we understand why he did it and we don’t justify his actions but we empathize because we realize that he wasn’t trying to cause harm he was just struggling to fight his own demons. But we don’t see as much of more minor characters. We don’t get as fleshed out a look at them. We don’t go as deep into their demons and their reasons so people tend to view them as one dimensional which is just WRONG and unfair. Every single character. Every single person is made up of many different layers and pieces and scars. they have dark and they have light. You don’t have to like them all but stop demonizing characters and trying to make them seem like pure evil when that is not what they are.

And while you’re at it, try to see real people more three dimensionally too.

My thoughts about episode 7x25

This episode. Oh, my God, this episode.

I searched “emotional roller coaster” on the Merriam Webster dictionary and this whole episode was there. 

Amazing, painful, heartbreaking, heartwarming. It leaves you full of fear and yet full of hope.

It’s an episode that literally oozes love out of every frame.

I will start talking about Steve and Danny, because I have so many things to say about them…

I loved how Steve shows up in Danny’s office as soon as he arrives, like he was impatiently waiting to show him his gift. How sweet can this man be? Same goes for Danny, so protective of Steve, constantly worrying about him, constantly checking – silently or explicitly – how he is. This scene is loaded with hints that foreshadow what will come later in the episode, it’s like Danny can’t help but feel something is wrong, and we start feeling the same way: the acting, the way the episode is built make you feel that way and it gets stronger and stronger minute by minute, and it’s so gut wrenching.

Plus, the way Danny and Steve act around Charlie is adorable. The way they look like a married couple, obviously, but – even more than that, if possible – the way they protect him, talking in code about Rachel and Stan’s divorce, because this little guy has been through so much already… To think they both were there the day Charlie was born, looking at him through the glass, loving him already even if they didn’t know yet he was Danny’s child… it makes me emotional.

And what about that scene in the car, when Steve starts talking about Rachel, out of nowhere, as if it’s something he can’t help thinking about… he’s worried, maybe even angry. He’s bitter, he’s jealous, most of all he’s still the man who, back in season one, told Danny: ““I don’t want you to get hurt. Okay? I just want you to be happy, Danny. That’s all”. 

Steve tries to joke – he tries so hard, how painful is that? – and says “if you ain’t got nothing nice and positive to say, keep your hole shut … unless you’re “talking” to your ex-wife”. He knows that Danny, out of his good heart – too good sometimes – is trying to put under the rug all the bad things Rachel did to him, but … they’re just under the rug, they’re still there, they can’t be ignored, or he’s going to suffer again, to be manipulated and walked over, again!

And so Steve says it, honestly… “I don’t think this thing with you and Rachel is a healthy thing”. It’s not healthy, he says. I think it’s a very meaningful choice of words. Both Steve and Danny have been dealing with toxic relationships that sucked the joy out of their lives and I hope with all my heart they’re done with those relationships for good. Please, let these guys be finally, truly happy, please let them heal each other’s heart with the love they have for each other. They deserve that.

What about Steve telling Danny “I know that I’m out of my mind, but I also know that you’re in love with your ex-wife […] you got a shot to make things right”? First of all, Rachel was the one who put Danny through hell with her constant threats of taking Grace away from him and not letting him see her and then lying to him for three years about Charlie, so it’s really not up to Danny to make things right, he didn’t do anything wrong, he was a victim! 

And I think that what we have here it’s Steve voicing his worst fears in the hope that Danny will prove him wrong. And I so hope Danny will prove him wrong. I believe he will prove him wrong. He already told Steve “you’re out of your mind” for thinking he might be still in love with Rachel and I think he was being honest, I think he’s just being civil and kind with her, he’s tired of fighting, he doesn’t want that for himself and most of all he doesn’t want that for his kids. I hope I’m not wrong.

Then Danny sees Steve taking some pills and his alarm bells start ringing, but his focus shifts on trying to talk Steve out of risking his life pulling probably the most dangerous stunt he has every pulled.

And just moments before Steve jumps, risking his life, the writers start working a whole new kind of magic, in my opinion, giving us some of the most subtle and yet most romantic and emotional moments I’ve ever seen.

How? The chef’s hat. Yes, the chef’s hat. I really believe they masterfully wrote some of the best, most touching declarations of love ever to be heard, just playing with words around that chef’s hat.

Even if he’s trying to pretend he’s not scared of the consequences of that jump, Steve knows that it could go horribly wrong. He didn’t want Danny to open the gift when he wasn’t there and now, thinking that jump could kill him, he needs to tell Danny those words before it could be too late.

Chef’s hat”, he says. Meaning: there‘s nothing I care about more than you, more than your happiness and your dreams, because I love you. 

And Danny understands what Steve means, he promises him he will be there when he’ll open his restaurant (when they’ll open their restaurant?) and, later, he says: “thank you for the hat, seriously”. Meaning: thank you for loving me the way you love me. And Steve closes his eyes for a moment and then says “You’re welcome, seriously”. Don’t tell me that wasn’t a “I’m in love with you”, because it was. I’m so sure it was.

And I obviously loved that adorable scene with them walking away together, holding each other, talking about Steve’s feelings and how the last thing on Earth Danny wants to do is hurt Steve’s feelings. The way these two guys cherish and love each other is so beautiful and it warms my heart.

And then… oh my God, my poor heart bled seeing Steve so tired, so pale, so scared… call me crazy, call me stupid, but I worry about him even if I know he’s just a fictional character… it makes me cry to see how he tries to minimize, how he tried to keep things for himself, to hide his health issues.. but he couldn’t hide from Danny, because Danny wouldn’t let him. 

Life made Steve believe that he was undeserving of love, that there always was someone or something more important than him, someone or something that made people walk away from him, and now that he needs love more than ever, now that he needs someone next to him more than ever, he tries to hide it… but Danny won’t let him. 

It broke my heart to see the look in Danny’s eyes, to see him so lost at the mere thought of Steve being sick. I so hope, with all my heart, there will soon be… I don’t know, another doctor’s opinion, something that will take this terrible sword hanging over their heads away from them. 

One thing I’m sure of is that Steve and Danny will be together through all of this, and together they can face and overcome everything. Danny will show Steve how deserving of love, how important he is, how much he needs him and can’t even imagine a life without him. More than ever, Steve needs to be loved, to feel indispensable for someone, and Danny will be there reminding that he is, every step of the way.

I talked a lot about Steve and Danny, for obvious reasons, but there was so much else to be loved in this episode.

Abby and Chin, their sizzling chemistry and their growing love for each other.

The party to celebrate Jerry getting his badge… it was so endearing to see him so happy because these people love him. He was so lonely when we met him back in season 4 and now he really has a big family.

That super sweet scene with Kono and Sara at the market, Sara being absolutely adorable and Kono buying a pregnancy test… a moment that sheds an even more meaningful light to many other moments in the episode… her scene with Moani, that chilling, heartbreaking moment where she found that doll in the girls’ room, the talk she has with Lou about being a parent … I loved, so much, what she told Lou: “I could feel them in that room. Their pain and trauma. The fear they went to bed with every night”, because it was my same feeling watching that scene. She wants to make the world a better, safer place for these girls and thinking she might be pregnant makes that purpose even stronger, even more urgent. And I know she will succeed, she’s a force of nature, so compassionate, so strong, so brave. I hope we will get to see her fighting this horrible crime, but I also hope she will be back in Hawaii soon. Maybe, and hopefully, the two things aren’t incompatible. Her Ohana - and we - needs her.

As I wrote when I started with this review, this episode leaves you full of fear and yet full of hope. I will hold on to that hope that makes me believe that these people will get the happiness they deserve. Steve will be fine. Kono will succeed in making the world that better place she desperately needs right now. And true love will conquer all, because today, more than ever before, I’m sure that Steve and Danny share the purest and truest love of all.

Thank you for this episode and for all the emotions!

!!Con announcement!!!

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What is that you ask? It’s a fucking con, gorgeous! Right here, in magnificent Bucharest!

What’s the schedule? There is no fucking schedule cause nothing’s on fucking time here! So come whenever the fuck!

But there’s activities for you all, darling attendees! Organized by your favorite shoegazer and @slashyrogue as vice-coordinator!

Check it out:

  • Accommodations include: a single room run down apartment! With a shared toilet! Beds will be assigned by fighting -  every dirty move is permitted! You can bring your own gun, pocket knife or plastic bag!
  • Visits to where Nigel lived, bled and got shot in the head! Exciting!
  • Wanna spit on the window of the coffee shop Gabi played cello in? No problem bitch, that’s on the list.
  • Do hard drugs and try not to die! (but if you do, we take care of you, fam.)
  • Romanian language lessons! Cussing is our specialty, why not learn the authentic Romanian way of saying fuck your mother’s dead relatives!
  • Read out loud your favorite Nigel fic, everyone here wants to hear it! Share your dirty thoughts on it!
  • Channel your inner Spacedog and eat imported mac and cheese (we don’t have that shit here!) or stargaze in the park!
  • Daily screenings of footage of Shia Labeouf getting the everloving fuck beaten out of him!
  • Shopping sprees! Buy your own ugly shirt from our loud mouthed, rude Romanian vendors!

& many more!

So come on, buy your tickets today! Early birds get a free pack of cigarettes!


“shit’s gonna be LIT” - me

“you’re crazy” - slashyrogue

“please stop threatening me with that axe” - mads mikkelsen

“i’ll call the police, bloody hell” - hugh dancy

“stop kicking me!” - shia labeouf

“what are you doing in my house?” - evan rachel wood

anonymous asked:

okay but how do you think a Jake honeypot date would go down because I have never read anything more amazing in my life

@natcat5 whose brilliant idea this is. 

  • Marco volunteers for the date immediately, as the only one on the team who is single and desperate.  (Although, he admits, not desperate enough to sleep with a controller under any circumstances.)  The thing is, though, that Sub-Visser Three-Eighty-One has a type: every guy Ax and Tobias have seen her flirting with in the two weeks they’ve been following her around has been tall, dark, and handsome.
    • Everyone on the team (especially Jake) somewhat doubts Jake’s ability to act well enough to play the part, but the only idea worse than sending Jake would be sending Ax to do it, so he reluctantly volunteers for the mission.
  • The setup goes more or less according to plan: Jake arranges to bump into the sub-visser coming out of a Sharing meeting, and to their enormous luck she becomes the one to ask him for a phone number.  Jake suggests the time and the place, though, and doesn’t have to fake enthusiastic relief when she agrees.
  • The day of, Rachel spends nearly two hours dressing Jake in various combinations of the seven pairs of pants, eighteen shirts, and five and a half jackets that she bought for the occasion, before Jake throws up his hands and announces that he’s going naked if this nonsense doesn’t end soon.
    • Marco immediately declares that that would be a brilliant way to get Sub-Visser Three-Eighty-One dancing to their tune.  
    • Cassie shyly volunteers the opinion that Jake looks nice no matter what he’s wearing.  
    • Rachel tells them both to shut up, on the grounds that Jake getting arrested for public indecency would be just as bad for their plan as him showing up in the ill-fitting basketball shirt and ripped jeans he wore when he left the house this morning.
  • After Rachel’s initial attempt to teach Jake to flirt with her crashes and burns (“You’re the closest thing I have to a sister!  I can’t just flirt with you!”) she substitutes Cassie into her own role.  To her surprise, that manages to go even worse.
    • “Cassie,” Jake says, blushing so much he looks ready to pass out.  “I like many things about you.  You’re the sweetest person I know, and you’re brilliant at not just morphing, but, like, understanding the morphing.  Oh, and you’re really smart at other stuff besides.  You get people so fast, and there are all these things in science class that go way over my head that you pick up right away.  And even though I was mad about it at the time, I thought it was cool that you saved those baby skunks—”
    • “CUT!” Rachel yells.  
    • “You told me to compliment her,” Jake says indignantly.  Cassie is currently examining the toes of her shoes with intense fascination, and appears to be fighting a fit of the giggles.
    • Rachel sighs loudly.  “Not her personality.  Think more physical.”
    • Jake takes a huge breath and draws himself up again.  “You are, like, super strong for a girl,” he tells Cassie. “For anyone, really.  That time when you pried that fox’s jaws open to make it vomit up the wolf poison—”
    • “CUT!  Cassie, Marco, switch places!”
    • All three of them stare at Rachel in surprise for a second.  Marco becomes the first to react, sidling up and sliding his arm through Jake’s.  “So,” he coos.  “Why’d a big strong man like you want to go out with little old me, anyway?”
    • “Because…” Jake glances at Rachel, who makes go on gestures.  “Because of your hair.  It’s very, uh, nicely done.”
    • Marco flips a few strands away from his face.  “You really think it turned out okay?  I only had time to run a brush through it a few times on the way over.”
    • “Yes,” Jake says firmly.  “It is nice hair.  And… you are… Notlikeothergirls!”
    • Marco bats his eyelashes, grinning now.  “You really mean that?”
    • Jake attempts to smile as well.  “I have never in my life met anyone like you, Marco.  Seriously.”
    • “Now you’re getting it,” Rachel announces.  She and Marco high-five at their own brilliance.  Unseen, Jake and Cassie exchange a mutually baffled look and a shrug of bemusement.
  • Jake sets off for the date trailed fifty feet up by a red-tailed hawk and a northern harrier.  He’s not sure why he’s wearing three shirts right now, or why the collars on all three are sticking straight up in the air (“Trust me,” Rachel insisted, “this is gonna be all over the country five years from now.”) like he’s a pastel version of Dracula.  He’s also hoping he can take the weird flat sunglasses off soon—Rachel instructed him to hang them from the v-neck of his topmost shirt when he does—because the weather’s overcast and he feels ridiculous.
    • “What do we know so far?” he asks Tobias.
    • <Apparently, our dear little alien friend works in an arcade downtown, and is a big fan of shopping in her spare time.  Likes: purple fabrics, smelling flowers, and spicy tacos from food trucks.  Dislikes: dogs, dog owners, seriously don’t mention Homer, and small children.>
    • <Her selection of tacos was most excellent,> Ax adds.  <The driver of that food truck adds large quantities of a wonderful substance known as Sriracha to his meat and meat by-products.>
    • <So we may have sampled the taco truck ourselves.  Strictly for research purposes,> Tobias admits.  <And yeah, Sub-Visser whatever’s got taste.  Or Stacy does, jury’s still out on that one.>
    • “Stacy?” Jake asks, as loud as he dares.
    • <The name of her host?> Tobias says.  <Seriously?  Were you planning on walking up to her and being like ‘well, hello there, Iriess one-thirty-two’?>
    • “Stacy,” Jake mutters to himself, rather than admitting he forgot.  “Stacy.  Stacy, Stacy, Stacy, Stacy, Stacy.”
    • <And now you sound nuts, which should make a real good first impression.>
  • At Tobias’s urging, Jake stops at a stand outside a greengrocer’s and buys a dozen daffodils for her.  He’s not sure if he’s allowed to take off the sunglasses when he’s standing under the shade of the awning, even though they make it very difficult to count out bills and change.  He does know that he is not under any circumstances to push them back into his hair, because then all the gel will make a weird crunching noise and Rachel will boil him in oil when she finds his spikes deformed.  He could probably fit the entire bouquet into one of the ridiculously large pockets on the pants that he’s certain are three sizes too large, but he tucks it under his arm instead.  “I hate this,” he mutters.
    • <Be cool,> Tobias says.  <If I could do meet-cute with Taylor in the middle of a coffee shop, you can survive ninety minutes of pumping a yeerk for recruitment tactics and Sharing plans.>
    • <I would recommend against bringing up Tobias’s decision to meet Taylor alone last March if you wish Rachel to leave the restaurant standing, Prince Jake.>
    • Jake gives them both a sickly smile of gratitude.
  • The initial meet’n’greet outside the restaurant goes reasonably well: Sub-Visser Three-Eighty-One exclaims over the daffodils, Jake remembers to call her “Stacy,” and with effort he ignores the skin-crawly sensation of Cassie (now a housefly) landing in his hair.  By the time they make it into the restaurant, Tobias and Rachel are already posed at a different table with baseball caps in place, while Marco shuffles around in a white apron busing tables and Ax (despite eight or nine promises that this time he’ll be cool around food) remains safely out of sight and out of morph on the roof.  If anything goes catastrophically wrong, the plan is for Cassie to alert Marco, who will create a diversion by overturning a dish cart while Rachel and Tobias hastily duck under the tablecloth of their own table—Rachel to morph, Tobias to demorph—as Ax provides everyone cover.  Jake’s pretty sure that if his date wants to shoot him in the head there’ll be nothing the others can do in time to stop her, but at least he knows he probably won’t end up forcibly made into a controller by the end of the evening.
  • Rachel, blatantly eavesdropping even as she holds Tobias’s hand across the table and they stare into each other’s eyes (if anyone starts looking at them too closely they start loudly sucking face) has to admit that Jake does better than she would have expected.  He asks “Stacy” where she got her shoes, laughs in a way that’s only slightly moronic when she compliments his sunglasses, and (after Tobias calls out a suggestion in thought-speak) even remembers to pull her chair out for her before she sits down.  
  • As instructed, Jake waits until after they’ve already ordered their food to turn the conversation to the reason they went to all this trouble in the first place.  He’s pretty pleased with how things are going so far, although then again he might just be light-headed from the smell of the instatan Rachel sprayed on him earlier.
    • “So,” he says.  “You’re part of the Sharing, right?  How’d you get into that in the first place?”
    • Ireiss 132 tosses a lock of Stacy’s hair over her shoulder.  “My older sister got me into it, actually.  She kept begging me and begging me to join, and then one time I just—Hey, you okay?”
    • Jake forces a laugh, doing his best not to think of Stacy, to think of Tom, to think but for the grace of God... “Sure.  Just, uh, zoned for a second.  So, the Sharing does a lot of recruitment events, right?”
    • <Don’t make her suspicious,> Tobias says unhelpfully.  <Just keep her on her toes.>
    • “Yeah, we’ve got volleyball days, cookouts on the beach, whole weekends upstate…”  She leans forward a little across the table.  “You interested in joining?”
    • <Say yes!> Cassie suggests, at almost exactly the same time Tobias says, <Tell her ‘hell no.’>  Marco, standing across the room, makes eye contact with Jake long enough to shake his head emphatically, just as Tobias adds, <Actually Rachel says to tell her yes.>
    • Jake closes his eyes for a second to find the patience not to swat at the back of his head and then throw a full plate of food at the next table over.  “I don’t know, really,” he says diplomatically.  “What do you guys do, anyway, besides sit around and eat hamburgers?”
    • “It’s all about community outreach,” Ireiss 132 says, apparently not noticing Jake’s hesitation.  “We do days where we clean up litter at the park, we raise money to fund cancer research—”
    • <Of course they do,> Cassie says darkly.  <Can’t have anything wrong with their prospective slaves, right?>
    • Jake, having missed the end of that sentence, has to make an educated guess.  “Sounds pretty cool.  Don’t you have, like, celebrity endorsements?”
    • “Oh, sure.  There’s Jeremy Jason McCole, William Roger Tennant…” Ireiss ticks the names off on Stacy’s left hand.  “That blond lady with the cooking show, Senator Malesin, Senator Argo, Angelina Jolie—”
    • <Angelina Jolie?> Tobias says.  
    • Cassie gasps.  <But she seems like such a nice lady on TV!>
    • <Who is Angelina Jolie?  Is Prince Jake okay?>
    • <He’s fine.  However, Rachel would like me to pass along a few comments with strong language about Angelina Jolie’s lifestyle, dress, and immediate ancestors.>
    • “Shut up!” Jake hisses.
    • Ireiss blinks at him a few times.
    • Jake clears his throat.  “I just mean…” He changes his inflection.  “Shut up!  As in, you’re kidding me!  You think maybe I could meet her sometime?”
    • “Join the Sharing,” Ireiss says.  “We could make it happen.  Once you get initiated as a full member your whole life opens up before you—you can’t imagine what it’s like.”
    • Jake forces another smile.  He picks up his fork.  This helps him to avoid giving into the urge to clamp both hands over his ears, slide under the table, and scream something about how they can never have his body.  He can imagine the experience a little too well, and it’s not something he’s ever letting happen again.  
  • Nonetheless, Jake manages to keep lightly deflecting Ireiss’s recruitment attempts while also digging for information, clear through until Marco—with a flourish—brings them a plate of mini cannoli for dessert.  After he ducks away from their table he sweeps over to begin polishing the corner of Rachel and Tobias’s.
    • <Marco says he wants you to save him one, because they look delicious,> Tobias says a minute later.
    • Jake, who has just been distracted in the middle of Ireiss’s description of how they draw in community members to Sharing meetings, makes a mental note to define the term radio silence for the entire team when they get home.  Then he picks up the last cannoli, very pointedly licks it, and puts it back on the plate uneaten.
    • <Marco says, and I quote, that there are ‘children starving in Montana’ that you are ‘not the man he fell in love with,’ and that he is ‘wounded to the depths of his soul.’  By the way, you do know not to offer to pay for dinner, right?  Because you don’t actually want to get a second date out of this.>
    • “You were saying?” Jake says loudly.
    • Ireiss clears Stacy’s throat.  “Oh, just that we really feel reaching out to vulnerable kids—as through the youth shelter I mentioned, and the after-school program—is the best way to offer them the Sharing as an alternative to gang membership.”
    • Jake dearly hopes that someone is taking notes on all of this, because if he suffered through the application of that much instatan for nothing he’s going to strangle someone.  “That’s really cool.  So is there, like, a place where you keep track of all the Sharing’s full members?  Some kind of database or something?”
    • <Too strong, too strong,> Cassie says.  
    • <Prince Jake, Cassie and Tobias have now been in morph for one-hundred-eight of your minutes.  May I suggest that you put a wrap in it?>
    • <So close, Ax-Man, and yet so far.>
    • “…nothing that formal,” Ireiss is saying.  “Hoping for more celebrities?”
    • “You know what?”  Jake stands up.  “It’s been real.  But I’ve got a thing, so…”
    • Tobias is right: he emphatically doesn’t want a second date.  Waving at Stacy, Jake pivots and walks out the door without another word.
  • They assemble in Cassie’s barn later that evening, Jake attempting to get one of Cassie’s horse-brushes through the horrible gel-stiff mess of his hair as everyone else trickles in.  “Okay,” he says wearily, when they’re all present, “What did we learn today?”
    • “For starters,” Marco says, “That Tobias is apparently romantic as hell.  Were I not healthily terrified of your beautiful and homicidal cousin, I would already be trying to hit that like a—”
    • <Before you can go any further, no.>  Tobias glares at Marco.  <Also, to answer your next question, I am also not interested in a threesome.>
    • Besides that.”  Jake rubs a hand over his face, smearing the makeup that Rachel insisted isn’t makeup across his skin.  “What else?”
    • “I learned that, on second thought, lime green is not your color.”  Rachel frowns.  “I’m not sure the look works at all.  You can take the boy out of the WalMart jeans, but you can’t take the WalMart jeans out of the boy, I guess.”
    • “Can we please stay on topic?” Jake asks.
    • “Angelina Jolie’s a controller.”  Cassie smiles sympathetically at Jake.  “So are two of California’s state senators, and a handful of B-list actors.  The Sharing is recruiting at the youth shelter, which is just all kinds of gross and awful, and they’re making a push to move into more schools across the county.”
    • <Also,> Ax adds, <We have the names of several more businesses that have donated to the Sharing, and are therefore possible yeerk pool entrances.  I suggest we start with further research on Burt’s Taco Truck, although I sincerely doubt that any yeerk would have that magnificent grasp of the subtleties of spicy and umami.  Still, it warrants much more extensive exploration.>
  • They rehash everything Ireiss 132 said, hinted at, or confirmed in response to Jake’s questions for nearly two more hours.  By the end of it they’ve got a decent plan in place for how to ensure the Sharing can’t spread any more feelers into any more parts of the community, and the beginnings of an idea for how to discredit the whole organization.  By then it’s getting late, so Jake and Marco and Rachel all split off to head home.
    • There’s a note pinned on the fridge when Jake walks in.  Midget— Some chick keeps calling the house wanting to know when she’ll see you again.  Call her back or get rid of her, but stop clogging up the line with your dumb teenage nonsense.
    • Jake stares at it in incredulity for several seconds.  “Goddamn yeerks,” he says at last, and balls it up to throw in the trash.  
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Sebastian Stan x Reader (pregnancy series)

Summary: A one nightstand with the one and only Sebastian Stan changes your life and his forever

Word count: 1,174

Warning: angst, cliff hanger

A/N: This part is all from Seb’s point of view. I know this part is short, but it’s just a little something so i dont become inactive. This was extremely stressful to write since my writers block is coming back. Sorry if this is bad or seems rushed. I had no idea what to write.. Also some things about Seb and his childhood may be incorrect. Don’t kill me.

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Brooks Brown talks about Rachel Scott 

“Where does your faith in God come from? ” I asked. “After all, you don’t see God, right? So how can you be sure that he really exists?” “I can see him,” she replied. “I know that God is real. I know it in my heart. You can only believe in what you know to be true. You know your own truth. I know mine. Everyone should be able to find that within themselves.” “But with most Christians I know, it’s not like that,” I said. “They think their way is the only way to live, and when you tell them you don’t agree then they’ll just tell you that you’re going to hell. I mean, seriously—do you believe that it’s your role as a Christian to try and save everyone else?” Rachel shook her head. “It’s not about that for me,” she said. “I’m not trying to go out there and convert people. I just want to be an example. I want to live my life for God, and let other people take from that whatever they want.” 

I took a drag of my cigarette, mulling that over. “You ever read the Tao Te Ching?” I asked.  Rachel shook her head no. “Well, basically it argues that the greatest teacher teaches without teaching,” I continued. “ I don’t know. You kind of sound like you’re not so much Christian as Taoist.” Rachel didn’t say anything. She just smiled. 

It amazed me. The fact that we could sit there, two people on such opposite sides of the spectrum of faith, and talk openly about our differences the way that we did—it wasn’t something I’d seen before at Columbine. I couldn’t get over how open and honest Rachel Scott was. In my mind, Rachel was an example of what the ideal Christian should be.”  (No Easy Answers, 2002)

An Autograph From Coupons

Max enjoyed the time she spent with Victoria, today was no different. Victoria sat across from her as they waited for Rachel to arrive so they could start on their assignment.

While waiting Max started to examine the room, it was massive.

I wonder why we need such a big room to ourselves… it’s not like we’re gonna take pictures of Rachel in every corner.

She began to hum along to the song Victoria was listening to. It was The Pantaloon.

Wowsers, that brings back memories… I like how I’ve progressed throughout the years… even if I’m the biggest self critique.

The opening door broke Max from her thoughts.

“Hey Rach, jeez you took forever.”

“Sorry but a model’s gotta arrive fashionably late and lookin’ sexy as hell.” Max stifled a giggle.

“Alright let’s get this going.” Victoria seemed to agree as she picked up her camera and told Rachel to stand in the far corner of the room. Max took this moment to take a picture of Rachel. After the picture was taken she immediately sent it to Chloe.

Chloe look it’s coupons!

Fuck you! I hope your camera breaks.

As if! Do you want me to get you an autograph from coupons?


Lol, ok talk to you later!

“Max are you even paying attention?!” Victoria hissed.

“W-What?” She looked at a very pissed Victoria and an amused Rachel.

“What’s the matter Maxi-pad? Texting your gf?”

Victoria’s nose cringed. There’s no way Max has a girlfriend… does she? Why do I care?!

“Whoa, Victoria are you alright? Your face is all red!” Victoria turned to see that Rachel and Max were staring at her.

Shit… I was inner monologuing my stupid feelings for this stupid doe eyed… beautiful hipster…fuck! “Uh… just thinking about something.” Rachel seemed to acknowledge why Victoria was acting the way she was which caused a wide grin to appear on her face.

“You jelly that Max is in a relationship?”

“N-No I’m not!”

“Whoa whoa time out, I-I never said I was in a relationship! I was just texting a friend!” Rachel eyed her suspiciously.

“Alriiiiighty, I’ll take your word for it.”

Victoria let out a breath she wasn’t even aware that she holding. Rachel smirked.

“Is somebody relieved that Max is still available?”

Of course, Victoria blew up and started antagonizing Rachel for the remark, Max had a laughing fit, and Chloe got her autograph from coupons a few days later.

(heeeello everyone, another small prompt for @skiretehfox ‘s 21 pirates au. I really like how this came out ‘u’) 

Breaking... Ch.3

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: So this chapted is short and kinda boring, sorry about that. I’m mostly using it as set up for the rest of plot. Also I will warn y’all now, time jumps will be a thing, not in this chapter but in the next one. I hope you guys enjoy even if its terrible <3 Tags: @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @literally-melonkitty @deltablue202 @renae-writes

I had to re-add the tags sorry guys ;-;

Word count: 2081

Warnings: Vomit, Shakespeare (very important sorry), curing is ineivtable for me.

Breaking Boundaries

As the three of you entered into the study you instantly felt the air change. Alexander and Philip were both being oddly quiet. They both walked past you, Alexander sat down at his desk and Philip stood beside him while you were standing in the center of the room. You shot them an inquisitive look, Alexander’s eyes seemed to be searching yours for an answer to some unspoken question. Philip seemed to be debating with himself about something.

“Is something wrong?” You finally asked after a moment of uncomfortable silence. Alexander sighed.

“Miss Y/N, your story is not something that anyone with honor should take lightly. I practiced law, I practically perfected it. As a lawyer I would suggest you stand trial against this ‘suitor’ so that he can be put through the proper punishment for his crimes.” His face was serious but not cold. Philip moved around the desk.

“Father’s right, you can stay with us as long as you’d like but it might be wise to find him.” Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! Last time I had this talk with anyone I agreed. But… I can’t agree to this, in this time there is no guy to put away. I wish I had a name to give them, they really look like they want to help.

“I’m sorry but I can’t give you a name. If he finds out that I’ve been conspiring against him, it will not end well. I appreciate how much you want to help me; I really do, but this isn’t something that I can disclose just yet.” I won’t be here long anyways, or hopefully I guess. Philip stepped up to you, his eyes were filled with sorrow, he was sorry on your behalf.

“If you cannot tell us his name then at least give us your last name so that we may be on the lookout for anyone speaking of you.” He said with care. I don’t want to make this any more complicated than what it has to be, but they just want to help me so much… Okay, I’ve already told Rachel my real last name but if I give them a fake one right now I can give her a reason not to tell them. Generic name, what’s a generic name I can say? Philip stared down at you with a pleading expression against his artful features.

“Fine… Taylor, Y/N Taylor.” Was that even a common name during this era?

“Taylor? I do not know of any person who goes by that name…” Alexander was a genius; I have to be careful!

“My family is from England but I was born here, my father immigrated here and began his career in North Carolina, most of our wealth came from before my parents settled here.” Was that convincing? Please tell me it was. Alexander nodded along, he didn’t seem satisfied with how the conversation turned but he was understanding.

“Very well, but just remember this Miss Y/N, you are welcome here. As an orphan myself, I have a tender spot in my heart for those who have come from that background. If you ever change your mind and you wish to take my advice, do not hesitate to ask.” He gave you a warm smile but Philip still didn’t look pleased. He forced on a smile, clearing his throat before he spoke.

“Would you like to sit down?” Your eyes softened. Is he disappointed in me or something?

“Yes, I would actually.” You chuckled tiredly and Philip followed you to the couch you were previously sitting at, your book still lying on the cushions. Quickly picking it up, you eagerly flipped to the page you left off on.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream? One of Shakespeare’s lesser appreciated works on page.” Philip said as he sat down beside you, Alexander perked his head up.

“Ah, an intriguing choice, I do not see many choosing to read that, most people favor Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet or my own personal choice, Macbeth.” Alexander stated while simultaneously asking you as to why you chose that.

“I enjoy the complexity of it. Shakespeare has a bit of a habit to making simple stories seem complex. Romeo and Juliet for example, it’s a beautiful story but it isn’t difficult to summarize. Romeo and Juliet, not meant to fall in love, their fear to tell the truth causes the deaths of two of their closest compatriots and their own deaths. But this story takes those same ideas and truly makes them complex. The anguish and history between all the characters makes the ending more interesting…” You realized you were rambling. Damn you Shakespeare for instilling my need to dissect everything! Alexander nodded along in agreement. Philip simply stared at you in awe, a familiar smile dancing on his lips.

“You have quite the mind Miss Y/N! I must say, your character reminds me very much of Titania, very tactful and… forthright seems to be the right word.” Alexander chuckled to himself.

“Really? I’ve always seen myself more as Helena.” You retorted. Alexander looked oddly surprised by the statement.

“I would be inclined to agree with Father, if Titania were to not have fallen in love with Oberon and Theseus. Her feelings for them always confused me about her character.” Philip said with thought.

“Right? How did such a strong woman fall for such horrible people?” It was rare for you to find someone who understood your ideas on literature. Most people think I’m weird when I talk about how much I love Shakespeare…

“Everyone has their flaws I suppose, hers seemed to be a poor taste in men.” Philip shrugged.

“Well, then I suppose it’s good that I don’t have that flaw right?” He quickly caught on to your subtle jab about his flirting earlier. His eyes were wide as you started to laugh at your own joke.

“Miss Y/N, I’m sure I do not know what you mean by that statement. I am the model gentleman and I will not stand for such accusations!” Philip responded with playful offence.

“How dare you, sir! Are you trying to insinuate something?” You made out between bursts of laughter. Alexander chuckled lightly at the two you, happy tears rolling down both of your cheeks. He looked outside and quickly stood up, getting yours and Philip’s attention.

“It’s getting late; Philip don’t you have work to do?” Alexander asked while putting his glasses down onto the table. Philip sighed and stood up.

“It isn’t that late Father, besides Y/N’s room may not be finished yet.” Philip gave an exaggerated hand motion towards you.

“No, no it’s fine! I don’t want to distract you from schoolwork or anything!” You hopped up off the couch and put the book back on the shelf where you found it. Philip followed you over to the door.

“Thanks for letting me use your study Alex.” You called out before leaving the room. Alex was too surprised by the name to call back out.  Philip followed you out until you both made your way back to the main hall.

“I wish we could converse longer but Father is right, I must retire to my chambers for work. I…enjoyed your company today, that means I look forward to tomorrow as well.” Philip said with a sly smile.

“If you can handle my strong opinions on literature, music and society in general then I look forward to tomorrow as well.”  You responded with a chuckle. You both said goodnight to each other, soon after Rachel found you and told you that your room was ready.

           That night you were given a room in the serving quarters, next to Rachel’s room. She gave you a night dress and laid in the shockingly soft bed, your thoughts swirling. Maybe this is all a bad dream. Maybe not a bad dream per say but a dream nonetheless. If I fall asleep, I’ll wake up in my own bed in my own apartment and in my own modern time period. Just close your eyes Y/N. You didn’t realize that you were tired until that thought faded away and left you in the darkness of your subconscious. You saw something in the darkness, a small light, a blue light. Light is usually linked to the idea of heat and safety but for some reason this one didn’t. It was cold and foreboding, you didn’t like it. The light came closer and as it began to engulf your body, you heard a sound, something wooden slamming against something else and then your own voice.

“Excuse me!”

           When you opened your eyes again you were still in the bed, still wearing the slightly scratchy gown, breaking out in a cold sweat. What the hell was that? That was…suffocating. Whatever… Everything happening right now is weird, just something new to add to the list I guess. You stretched out, got up and attempted to put back on the clothes that were given to you. Attempted being the operative word, you had to ask Rachel for help with tying the back. After that the both of you made your way down the halls.

“The first thing we will do today is check on Mrs. Hamilton, that’s the first thing we do every day actually.” She spoke with glee.

“Nice, so what exactly are-“ You were interrupted by a sound that made you feel squeamish. Coming from a room a few feet ahead of us. Rachel immediately ran for the door, you followed close behind. Busting into the room you both soon saw a disheveled Eliza, hunched over on the floor by her bed. Her face was half inside a wooden bucket, making noises that was a mixture of gurgling and gagging. Rachel made her way to her, pulled her hair back and patted her shoulder comfortingly. Eliza continued to vomit into the bucket for some time before she was finally given a chance to steady herself. You sat down beside her and looked her worriedly.

“Are you alright Eliza? Are you sick? Do you need a doctor? Rachel, should we go find a doctor?” You started to rattle off questions as the possibilities grew. Eliza shook her head, her eyes glassy as Rachel wiped the sweat off her brow.

“No, no Dear, I am perfectly fine. I am merely expecting!” She said weakly. Wait, expecting? Oh my god…

“You’re pregnant? That’s why your dress was… Eliza you are incredible!” You smiled at her happily, she looked confused for a moment.

“Incredible? I would not say that, although I am excited for this child.” She responded. This woman is the best person to ever exist. Not only is she the closest thing the United States ever had to royalty but she also deserved that shit! On top of everything she manages to have children and still be the best? Role Model of the year!

“Y/N, could you give me a hand with Mrs. Hamilton? I understand if you do not wish to clean out the bucket but if you could help her dress I would be very appreciative.” Rachel said as she helped Eliza to sit on her bed.

“I can clean the bucket, I don’t mind.”

“Truly? Thank you very much.” She picked up the bucket by the sides and handed it to you. “Take this outside to the garden, you will find a watering pump to clean it out.” She instructed you. You nodded and made your way down the hallways and out the back door in the kitchen. The garden was very beautiful, most of the plants seemed to be placed at random and yet it was still visually pleasing. No wonder Eliza likes it out here. You found the pump and quickly cleaned the bucket. Poor Eliza, pregnancy is rough. Once the bucket seemed clean you made your way back inside, intending on going back to Rachel and Eliza. Instead you stopped when you heard the sound of hooves and carriage wheels. Stepping inside the main room, the front door burst open and you were greeted with the site of an oddly distressed Alex. He mumbled something under his breath but stayed almost completely still, looking like the apocalypse had just begun.

“Alex? Are you alright? Did something happen?” You asked with concern. He looked over at you as you walked over to him, his voice was low and exasperated.

“John Adams just withdrew my seat in office.” He said with panic.

John Fat Motherfucking Adams!

He’s Got You High

For @a-simple-rainbow. ♥♥♥

She wanted something based on this post: Kurt sends an email to his TA while high on pain meds after a wisdom teeth extraction.

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Blaine is in the middle of his theatre history class when his phone signals a new email in his inbox. Discreetly hiding the phone from his instructor’s view by keeping his hands behind a stack of textbooks on his desk, he goes to his email folder and checks the sender.

It reads, Kurt Hummel.

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Patti LuPone Throws Serious Shade, Calls Madonna a 'Movie Killer' in Candid 'WWHL' Appearance

The shade of it all! Patti LuPone wasn’t afraid to speak her mind on Tuesday’s Watch What Happens Live with Andy Cohen.

The 68-year-old stage and screen diva was throwing punches left and right at some of the world’s biggest stars and productions.

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She first took a jab at Madonna, who played the role of Evita in the 1996 film adaptation of the hit Broadway show, a role that LuPone originated.

“Well, I was on the treadmill when MTV used to have videos, and I saw, I believe it was Buenos Aires and I thought it was a piece of s**t,” LuPone told a shocked Cohen. “Madonna is a movie killer, she’s dead behind the eyes, she cannot act her way out of a paper bag, she should not be in film or on stage. She’s a wonderful performer for what she does, but she is not an actress. Bang.”

Apparently the two divas have only met once, but LuPone didn’t have the fondest memories of the encounter.

“I did meet her after her opening night party, and the only thing that Madonna has ever said to me was, ‘I’m taller than you.’ Bada bing,” she quipped.

The stage veteran also opened up about the 1993 production of Sunset Boulevard in London, which she was famously fired from, by Andrew Lloyd Webber and replaced by Glenn Close.

When a caller asked if LuPone had seen Close’s production, she replied, “Well, I was in it. I originated the role, so I don’t think I need to see it.”

She noted that there’s still tension between herself and the famous composer, even after he “paid up” in court. As for Close, LuPone simply said that she doesn’t have many friends in show business.

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“I did see Glenn after all that controversy and there was a great deal of controversy and a great deal of silence on Glenn’s part. I did see her at the Kennedy Center Awards because we were honoring the great Barbara Cook. As luck would have it, I sat at Barbara’s table with everybody else that was performing for Barbara and there was an empty seat right next to me.”

Much to LuPone’s surprise, Close sat in the seat. “She said, 'I had nothing to do with it’ and we hugged,” she revealed. “And it’s that easy, that you can get rid of years of that anxiety.”

But that was where LuPone’s praise ended. She also took a jab at the 2012 film adaptation of Les Miserables, a show which she starred in, originating the iconic role of Fantine.

“I only saw a little bit of it, but I’ll tell you, I’m going to be honest, I think the only person who knows how to do movie musicals, or musicals on camera, is Rachel Bloom in Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. She is the only one that understands how to go from dialogue to song so that it makes sense. Her camera department knows how to shoot these rather large production numbers, and what I saw of Les Mis – I didn’t see Les Mis after I left it, I’m too involved with it to go see it, but what I did see – I wondered why the hell they were doing close-ups of these people so that you were seeing the snot, you were seeing down their throat, you were not seeing the scene that perpetuated this emotion in the song. I just, I don’t know why people assume they can do musicals or make movie musicals without ever having been involved with the process of making a musical.”

And it didn’t end there. When Cohen announced that Dance Moms star Abby Lee Miller was the evening’s “Jackhole,” LuPone shouted, “She’s going to jail!” adding that the reality star’s year-long prison sentence is “not enough.”

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“She should go to jail for life,” LuPone said. “Didn’t you find her obnoxious? I found her like, oh I just hated her. She’s, like, the worst dance teacher you ever had when you were a kid. And you just wanted to kill her for hurting kids.”

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LiS Before the Storm E3 Trailer Breakdown and Theory

Down below you will find 19 screen caps from the LiS Before the Storrm E3 Trailer and what my theory to them is. On first glace it looks long af but the only reason the post is so long is because of the pictures. The text is very short.

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You walked into the boy’s dormitories to find Nathan on the floor, beaten, bloody and bruised.

“Everybody hates me.” You let out a quiet gasp and kneeled to his side, pulling his head into your lap.

“I don’t hate you, Nath.” His eyes trailed up to your worried face.

“(y/n)?” You smiled.

“Yeah, I’m here baby. Come on, let’s get you to your dorm.” You helped him stand up and led him to his dorm. He sat on his bed and watched you as you proceeded to hold his face. “Your face is pretty fucked up, I’ll be right back, I need to grab my first aid kit.” You took a couple of steps back and quickly ran out of his dorm and ran to yours. Nathan’s eyes softened and quietly waited for you to return.



You burst into his room to see Nathan humming. You smiled and walked up to him.

“Hey, you a little more calm now?” Nathan let out a sigh.

“I will be, if you stay by my side. But, uh, wha-What should I do?” Nathan said as he eyed the first aid kit in your hands.

“Just stay still.” You reached into your first aid kit and started to patch Nathan up. You tilted his head to the side as you did so.

“I think you’re the only person who would actually do this for me, all of my other ‘friends’ only use me for threats and drugs.” You stopped your actions and pressed your lips against his bruised ones. You continued to patch him up.

“Ok, most of your other injuries will heal over time.” You stood up. “I’ll leave you alone, just call me if you need anything. Love you.” You gave him one last smile before you left.



You were humming a tune and walking to Nathan’s dorm with two cup of coffee in your hands. Without even bothering to know, you walked through to see Nathan still sleeping. You smiled and set down the cups of coffee to pull out your polaroid and take a picture. You walked to his side.

“Nath? Nathan… Come on, it’s 10, you need to get up. Please? For me?” Nathan turned to face you.

“(y/n)? What are you doing here?”

“I brought coffee, I was thinking we could go for a walk, talk about stuff.” Nathan let out a sigh and sat up. “Do you want me to help you- you look sore-” Nathan gave you a look.

“It’s fine, I got it. Just, uh. Wait outside.” You nodded your head, grabbed the coffee and waited outside his dorm. You pulled out the picture you just took at Nathan and let a smile cross your face. Nathan popped out of his room. “Do you know where my jacket is? I can’t find it…What the hell are you looking at?” You quickly hid the picture and faced Nathan.

“Nothing, It’s in my dorm. You left it there last time we had a sleepover.“ You grabbed Nathan’s hand and handed him his coffee.

“So what did you wanna talk about?” You led him to your dorm.

“Just stuff, so you gonna tell me why I found you all beat up yesterday?” Nathan let out a sigh and sat on your bed.

“Chloe, Max Caulfield and their nerdy friend.“ You picked up his jacket from your desk and handed it to him.

“Are you alright? Do you wanna talk about it?” Nathan held his jacket in his hands. His fingers brushed against the material.

“I don’t wanna talk about that certain thing, but there has been another thing on my mind lately.” You grabbed his hands and nodded for him to continue. “Do you think it’s possible for people to tell the future?” He stood up, pulling on his jacket. He held your hand once more and walked out of the dorms.

“Like seeing visions and stuff? Yeah, I believe in that. Was it a tornado?”

“Yeah, how’d you-oh shit.” Nathan looked from your face to the two faces in front of him, Chloe Price and Maxine Caulfield. “What the hell do you two want?” They turned their attention to you.

“(y/n)? What the hell are you doing hanging out with Nathan? You guys aren’t together are you?” You nodded and tightened your grip on Nathan’s hand.

“Yeah, now I want you guys to tell me why you were beating Nathan. That’s pretty fucked up!”

“He drugged Kate and Rachel!”

“Nathan didn’t do shit. It wasn’t him…” Max took a step forward.

“What? Then who?” You looked around to see the area was relatively empty.

“Mark Jefferson.”

“How the hell would you know?”

“The syringes at the junkyard, the duct tape in his classroom, him always talking about the dark room in his lectures. It’s pretty obvious to those who look and he always scared me.” Nathan tugged on your hand. “What is it, Nath?”

“Jefferson’s over there, come on. We gotta go.” You nodded your head and headed to his SUV. You climbed into the passenger seat and Nathan drove out of Arcadia Bay.

“Nathan! What the hell!” He turned to you.

“Run away with me. Let’s run so Jefferson, my family, nobody can find us.” He grabbed your hands. “Please?” You smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Of course, but I need to get my stuff, you should too.” Nathan nodded his head and drove back to Blackwell.

“I’ll meet you here in an hour, deal?”

“Deal.” You gave Nathan a chaste kiss and ran to your dorm to grab your things.



You picked up your phone and dialed Nathan’s number.

“Hey, Nath. I’m almost do-” You stopped talking when you felt a prick in your neck. You let out a sharp gasp and dropped your phone.

“(y/n)? (y/n), talk to me.” Your eyes slipped closed and you fell onto your bed. Jefferson picked up your phone and held it up to his ear. “(y/n)! Answer the damn phone!”

“(y/n) is not here right now, but I’ll gladly take a message.” Jefferson let out a chuckle.

“Jefferson! You bastard, let [her/him/them] go!”

“You should’ve just done what I told you and now because of your mistakes, I’m taking (y/n) to the dark room.” Jefferson hung up the phone.



Nathan looked at his phone in shock and pure terror.

“Oh shit!”

Nathan grabbed his car keys and hauled ass to the old abandoned barn. He watched from afar as Jefferson’s car pulled away from the barn. He hopped out of the car and quickly ran into the dark room. He kneeled down to your sleeping body.

“Oh, what has he done to you?” Your eyes slowly fluttered open.

“Nathan…? What-”

“Don’t worry. I’m going to get us out of here.” Nathan grabbed a pocket-knife from his back-pocket and cut your restraints. Nathan lifted you into his arms and carefully set you down in the backseat of his car. He hastily hopped into the driver’s seat and drove out of Arcadia Bay.



Nathan looked into his rearview mirror to see you still sleeping. He let a smile cross his lips, he pulled over and turned to face you.

“I’m awake, just give me a minute.” You mumbled out, still dizzy. “What happened?”

“Jeffer-shit got you. But you’re ok, I got your things while you were sleeping.” Nathan climbed into the back seat to sit next to you. You rubbed your eyes and slowly sat up. Nathan grabbed your hands, bringing your attention to him. You looked around confused.

“Wait, this isn’t your car…” You looked at Nathan for an answer.

“I traded it in for a bigger car, you should be ok. The drugs should wear off soon.” Nathan explained to you as he grabbed some nearby pillows and blankets.

“So where are we going?” You asked as you laid your head on his lap.

“New York? You always said you wanted to got there.”

“You remembered.”

“Of course I did. I always listen to what you have to say. We’ll leave tomorrow morning. Just sleep for now. I’m sorry this happened to you… ”

anonymous asked:

i have a weird question for u, because i love your insights on brittany and feel like the glee fandom can get away with a lot in terms of her characterization: what are your weirdest headcanons of her? what do u think she feels about quinn after her hookup with santana? what do u think she feels about rachel and satana's weird ass sexy chemistry? do u think she's a jealous person? what about her and sam?

These are a lot of questions! They took some time! But hopefully I answered them well. A lot of my Brittany-head canon is explored, ironically I think, in the quinntana fic that desperately needs an update.  A lot of this is based on the Brittany as we last saw her. 

1. What are your weirdest headcanons of her? 
I don’t know if it was necessarily weird, but I always thought that Brittany would actively play mind games on her friends as a source of amusement.  Glee had a lot of inconsistencies but one thing that they did really well was very specifically deliberate shots, and I don’t think that it was by chance that you literally saw Brittany playing human chess in the 100 episode. Even before she was revealed as an actual genius, I was always convinced that Brittany was a people genius and a master manipulator.  The only person she always had a consistently hard time trying to manipulate was Santana. Often, you see her efforts to take control of the romantic situation with Santana backfire, and only really succeed when she’s honest with her about what she wants and allow Santana to do things at her own pace. 

Take for example, the arc that led to the episode ‘Rumors’:  Brittany loves Santana.  She wants to be with Santana, but she also wants the recognition and feeling of specialness that came from being in a public relationship.  When she forced Santana to confront her feelings but Santana wasn’t ready to be public, then Brittany turned her down to stay with Artie, I think there was a part of Brittany that truly thought they were going to go back to how things were and she could have the relationshippy aspects of Artie and still have Santana.  But it didn’t work out that way. Santana ignored her and the novelty of being with Artie very quickly wore off.  Brittany began to realize she wanted the relationshippy parts with Santana, not Artie. There’s a very specific shot when April Rhodes performs the lyric “You want your freedom” and you see Brittany look directly at Artie. She’s truly checked out at this point. She wants Santana. 

So she starts pushing to try and manipulate Santana to come out of the closet.  She invites the two biggest gossips in school to Fondue For 2 and subtly teases Santana being gay.  When Artie calls her stupid, she is hurt but but there is very little mourning.  When Santana reaffirms her love for her with Songbird, she tries to gently push Santana out again by asking her to come out on Fondue 4 2.  But manipulating Santana doesn’t work like it does for everyone else, and it backfires when Santana gets scared and is a no show.  

Following this episode, Brittany eventually realizes she needs to play the long game with Santana and not try to push or manipulate her to come out, and that’s how we enter the beginning of Season 3: with them in a secret relationship. 

2. What do u think she feels about quinn after her hookup with santana? 

I think Brittany’s feelings for Quinn are very complicated, and I think you’d get a different answer depending on when you’d ask the question.  Brittany was in a very dark place during the Quinntana hook-up.  She had almost no self-esteem, Santana had dumped her, broken her heart and refused to get back together, and then Brittany kinda started living in this Peter Pan kind of world.  She’s reliving senior year where she can be the smart one in the relationship with Sam, and fuck around with her friends and not have to really deal with reality that she was too dumb for the outside world.  Quinn and Santana connecting on an intimate level during that time is NOT something she would be pleased with at all.  I think, in that mindset, Quinn is incredibly intimidating.  She’s quite possibly the only other person  who knows Santana as intimately as she does and who never fails to elicit a passionate response from Santana (sexual or otherwise).  To see them hook up would be a harsh dose of reality that she would have a hard time getting over. 

I think Brittany post MIT, grown up a bit and and back together with Santana, would have a different viewpoint, and I think she would have gotten over the sting of it by then.  Though if you noticed in Season 6, she did start to enjoy fucking with Quinn and pretending to forget her name and confusing her with Kitty. 

And just a reminder - Quinn was NOT at their wedding.   (I mean it was obviously a casting reason, but it’s always fun to speculate)

3. What do u think she feels about rachel and satana’s weird ass sexy chemistry?

Rachel irritates the hell out of Brittany.   I think she can tolerate her and even like her in some instances but she really does just annoy the crap out of Brittany.  I don’t think that Brittany is necessarily as intimated by Rachel’s closeness with Santana as she would be by Quinn. I think a big reason is because Rachel is VERY EASY to fuck with, and if Brittany had to, she could very easily get her out of the way. I think she puts up with Rachel because of Santana’s true love for Rachel, but there would be no love lost if Rachel was out of the picture.  And yeah, Rachel is kinda hot sometimes and she and Santana make sexy ass duets, but if Rachel got near their bed Brittany would clock her.  

4. Do u think she’s a jealous person? 
Honestly, depends on the person. When it comes to Santana? Absolutely a jealous person.  Brittany has stated that she really only truly LOVES one person and that’s Santana.  She loves her more than she loves anyone else in the world. Brittany does NOT do well with losing Santana. But Santana is so damn loyal I don’t think Brittany has to really worry about that. I think if she ever truly had to deal with Santana loving someone else, it would scare the hell out of her.  I think the only person who would truly elicit that response from her would be Quinn.  Rachel is a wild card - I don’t think Brittany can even consider Santana and Rachel together.  

5. What about her and sam? 

If you don’t think Brittany made Sam regularly have threesomes then… well you should.  Girl treated him like she treated Artie - a safety net who made herself feel good at a really low point in her life and when she didn’t need him anymore she dumped him. Via text. While he was a foot away. 

Chances are two months after they broke up she was very happily pretending that they never dated at all, just like she did with Artie. 

the signs as rachel berry solos
  • Aries: “Gives You Hell”
  • Taurus: "What I Did For Love"
  • Gemini: "Without You"
  • Cancer: "This Time"
  • Leo: "Don't Rain on My Parade"
  • Virgo: "Here's to Us"
  • Libra: "Taking Chances"
  • Scorpio: "Uninvited"
  • Sagittarius: "Promises, Promises"
  • Capricorn: "Go Your Own Way"
  • Aquarius: “Crush”
  • Pisces: “Glitter in the Air"
7x20 Coda

Written by Praemonitus_Praemunitus


AolFangirl note: the Muse is back!!! And PP with her…. how I missed the boys written by my partner in crime! 

So, I don’t know what do you think but for me the idea of Danny going back with Rachel is almost as bad as the one of Steve going back with Cath… Those women are bad news… but I think PP got the right way to explain how it’s possible for Danny to consider it possible, I agree with her vision.

I hope you enjoy this coda and please don’t forget to send your comments! <3 


 He watches Rachel as she sits in front of Grace and Charlie, their small hands clasped gently in both of hers.  Listens distractedly as she talks to them, glancing his way every so often, her smile affectionate, her eyes soft.  He is familiar with that gaze, had seen it directed his way on more than one occasion… back in Jersey, back when the two of them were in love, when they were happy. When they were a family.  It feels nice, having her look at him that way again. And despite himself, despite all of his earlier misgivings, everything he and Steve talked about, he finds himself wondering just how nice it might be to have that family again.  Him and Rachel and Grace and now Charlie.  A chance to repair what had been broken so many times.  A chance for his kids to have a normal, stable, loving home – the kind he had wanted, longed to give them.  Because what if… what if Stan’s right about Rachel? What if she does still love him?  Should he take a chance on her again, take a chance on them?  Doesn’t he owe it to his kids to try?

“No.  NO!”  Steve’s voice flashes across his mind – a fervent, adamant denial, so jarringly clear, as though the man were standing right beside him.  It startles him, rocks him backwards as if from a physical blow. His mind stutters, drifts back to the conversation he and Steve had in his office, to Steve’s reaction when he told him about Stan’s suspicions regarding Rachel’s feelings.  To the look on Steve’s face, the look in his eyes – the bafflement, the incredulity he saw there, the worry and then, inexplicably, the hurt…

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Toxic (Sebastian x Reader)

Character: Sebastian Smythe

Fandom: Glee

Categories: Reader Insert, GenderNeutral!Reader, 

Title: Toxic

Requested by anon:

Sebastian Smythe imagine where he hides a relationship with Y/N who is a member from the new directions but she is hurt by this

A/N: Since Sebastian is canonically gay and the reader is female, I decided to do something different. I didn’t really want to write an actual gay character having a relationship with a girl because I don’t want to ruin the representation. So what I did instead was to change a bit the imagine so it’s a bit more gender neutral. I hope this is okay with everyone ^u^

I was pleasantly surprised when I realized Sebastian was walking down the halls of the William McKinley High School. My high school.

He rarely came over from the Dalton Academy even if we were supposed to be a couple. But seeing as the Warblers and the New Directions were competitors, that might be the reason that he hid our relationship.

It made me feel like he was embarrassed of me, like he wouldn’t admit that we were together because I wasn’t good enough for him.

“Hey” With a slightly smug grin, Sebastian walked over to me.

“Hello” I dryly said, still trying not to sound too salty.

“What are you doing later?” His voice turned flirtatious and charming as he pierced me with his green eyes in a slightly smug way.

I averted my gaze from him because I knew that if I saw that enticing grin of his I would give in. And I was too hurt to forgive him just like that.

His behavior had gone on for so long, and it seemed like he didn’t even notice. Or if he did, Sebastian didn’t really give it importance at all.

“Stuff” I just replied, shutting my locker angrily once I was done picking up the stuff I needed for class.

He just let out a soft sarcastic laugh that made me roll my eyes before I finally let them land on him.

“What is so funny?”

“I knew you were upset” He said smugly, as if he knew me perfectly. “You’ve been acting strange lately”

“Oh, have I?” I just turned around and began walking away without even saying goodbye.

“Okay!” Sebastian resigned himself to follow after me and he grabbed me by the arm. “What’s wrong?”

I stopped in spite of myself and let out an exasperated sigh.

“What’s wrong, Sebastian” I began, making a pause while I tried to put the anger aside to actually think of what I wanted to say and how I wanted to. “Is that you keep pretending like nothing’s happening”

A little taken by surprise, he frowned and stared at me in curiosity.

“What are you talking about, Y/N?”

“I’m taking about…” I glanced around us to make sure no one was listening and still lowered my voice until it became a whisper when I checked they weren’t. “Our relationship”

His eyes lit up with realization and he bit his bottom lip in unexpected doubt.

“That’s why you’ve been acting like this?”

“Yes” I angrily replied. “If you just feel so embarrassed knowing what people would think about us together, I don’t know why we’re together at all”

Those words said, I just stormed off. I didn’t want to let him have an opportunity to say anything back.

As I left him standing there, I sighed tiredly because it was hard to camouflage how hurt I was to instead look like I was just annoyed at him.

But he was actually hurting my feelings. It was just that I didn’t want him to see.


After a tough few more hours of class, it was finally time to go for the Glee Club. It always made me feel better, expressing myself with music and being there with my friends.

But when I was almost there, I heard loud voices coming from the classroom. I hurried up to arrive and when I came in I noticed everyone was upset about something.

“What’s going on?” I yelled over the noise, trying to get them to hear me.

“This weasel is trying to find out what we’re doing to have an advantage on the-“ Rachel began to tell me angrily, pointing at someone that I couldn’t really see because of the crowd that gathered around them.

“Who?” I insisted, curious yet worried.

“Sebastian” Kurt told me, rolling his eyes and sighing.

Everyone stepped aside so I could see him. Indeed, there he was, just calmly sitting in one of the chairs.

“What the hell is he doing here?”

“He just was there when we arrived” Finn mumbled with a shrug.

“I don’t care about what you losers do here” Sebastian defended himself, completely serene. “I’m here for a different thing”

I noticed his subtle glance towards me, and it left me flustered because he had just implied that he was there because of me.

“Okay, boys!” Mr. Schuester arrived just at the right time. “Today we’re-“

“Mister S” Noah cut him abruptly. “We have an unexpected visitor”

The man turned around to find out what Puck was talking about and his eyes widened when he spotted Sebastian.

“What are you doing here?” His voice held shock, but he was obviously trying not to be disrespectful even if he was still definitely suspicious.

“I just want to sing a song” Remaining calm, Sebastian stood up from the chair he had sat in and positioned himself in front of the whole class. “Then I’ll leave”

“Oh… okay…” Mr. S mumbled in astonishment, leaning against his desk as he observed what Sebastian was doing.

“This goes to you, Y/N” Sebastian smirked, and he winked at me before he began singing.

When the first note of the song began, I already knew what he was doing. And even if it was a little embarrassing and I was completely dumbfounded, I knew I couldn’t do anything but to wait until he was done.

“Baby can’t you see” Sebastian began singing, his eyes locked on me. “I’m calling, someone like you should wear a warning. It’s dangerous, I’m falling”

I noticed how everyone’s eyes fell on me. Jaws dropped and whispers began to fill the room as they were realizing what was going on.

“There’s no escape, I can’t wait. I need a hand, baby give me it” Sebastian would stop looking at me, and a big smirk was plastered on his lips. “You’re dangerous, I’m loving it”

“Sebastian and Y/N are dating?”

“I don’t believe it!”

“Too high, can’t come down. Losing my head, spinning round and round. Oh, do you feel me now?”

“How long have they been together for?”

“Oh my God…” Their whispers of gossip was starting to get on my nerves.

“With the taste of your lips I’m on a ride, you’re toxic, I’m slipping under” I knew by that huge smirk that still played on Sebastian’s lips as he didn’t stop singing that he was amused by my reaction. “With the taste of your poison paradise, I’m addicted to you, don’t you know that you’re toxic”

He then walked closer to me, as if to smugly show me that I was getting what I wanted. But he, of course, had to have his fun.

“And I love what you do, don’t you know that you’re toxic”

I just resigned myself to keep my eyes on the floor, patiently waiting for him to be done.


When I hurriedly exited to room to try and avoid all the questions and awkward encounters with my Glee friends, I bumped into Sebastian.

“Are you satisfied?” He asked with that stupidly gorgeous smirk.

“You’re twisted” I poked his chest and harshly pierced him with my glance.

“But that’s what you wanted” He innocently shrugged. “Now they know, so I just showed you: I’m not embarrassed of you”

I stared at him admiringly when I realized what was going on. I knew him well enough to understand what he had just done.

It was his way to make me happy, to show me he loved me and that he didn’t care to tell everyone as long as that showed me how happy I made him. And keeping his pride intact while he was at it.

I couldn’t help but to grin at the thought, and any trace of annoyance within me vanished.

“Well played, Smythe” I mumbled, leaning closer to him to kiss him on the lips.

I smiled when I noticed he kissed back.

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anonymous asked:

Ok prompt: Mike is looking in the mirror, bouncing on the balls of his feet, fucking up trying to tie his bow tie so he can walk down the isle and marry Rachel. Harvey turns him around and smirks at him and flicks his hands away so he can tie Mikes bow tie for him. Nike looks into his eyes and suddenly he can't stand it anymore. "Goddamn you're perfect. Did I ever tell you I had a crush on you?" And Harvey....... what?



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