that seems like enough to me

robertssofttouchxaaronssoftlad  asked:

Sometimes I wonder why you stay with me. <3

They are in bed. 

It’s different though.

Now, everything has changed. It’s cold, distant in a way they have never been before. They lie far enough apart that they can’t accidentally touch while moving in their sleep. Aaron is lying on his side, turned away; Robert can hear him breathe, not quite calm enough, as if he is pretending.

It seems like that’s all they do lately. 

Robert wants to reach out, wants to hold him close and kiss his neck, show him how much he loves him, whisper ‘I love you’ in his ear. Robert wants him so much but he feels like he can’t. Like he shouldn’t. 

He is lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. He isn’t tired; his is mind going through every detail of the day, every detail of them, trying to figure out how to make it better. He wants to read but Aaron switched off his light and so Robert followed, wanting to make sure he doesn’t disturb. All he does is disturb Aaron, his life, his happiness.

Aaron says he has forgiven him. Robert put the ring back on his finger and kissed him, and Aaron held him until his pieces started to fit together again. Then the sun came up and with it came reality, destroying the already fragile foundations they had created. They hadn’t really touched since. 

The need for it burns through Robert’s body though. He’ll see Aaron fresh out of the shower and his fingers will itch to grab his skin, pull him close, make him come apart at the seams. Aaron will say goodbye in the morning and Robert wants to beg him to stay, to sort this. But sorting it means more pain. 

Their impasse is unbearable. 

Robert is just about to move, just about to reach out when he hears Aaron grumble. 

“I can hear you thinking.” 

He turns, rolls over on his other side to face Robert, soft curls resting against soft pillows. He looks exhausted. They both are. 

“Sorry,” Robert mumbles. They look at each other, Robert taking in his beautiful features, the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with and he feels tears prickling at his eyes. How can they make it better?

“Out with it. No use bottling it,” Aaron speaks softly, his voice gruff but quiet. Robert can see the walls he is building, the distance between them growing. 

“I…. Sometimes I wonder why you stay with me,” Robert says. Aaron freezes, eyes moving from Robert’s. He doesn’t move any closer. 

“You’re my husband, I -” 

“Don’t say it,” Robert interjects. “I haven’t touched you in weeks, we’re distant and cold and we’re drifting apart. I don’t know how to stop it. If you’re just with me because we’re married then I don’t think you should stay.” 

Even in the darkness Robert can see Aaron’s eyes shimmering with unshed tears. 

“I don’t know how to get past this,” Aaron whispers. It’s a punch to the gut and it’s all Robert can do to not lose his breath. 

“I don’t want to lose you Aaron.” It feels like an admission but how could it be when it should be the most obvious thing.

“I don’t want to lose you either Robert… but sometimes I feel like I already have.” 

It’s too much now. He can’t stop himself - he moves over and pulls Aaron close, feeling wet tears on his shoulder as Aaron’s head rests there. Robert holds him tight, lips pressed to Aaron’s forehead.

“I love you so much,” Robert whispers, feeling Aaron nod into his chest. “You are it for me Aaron, nothing’s changed. Nothing will change that.”

“I love you more,” Aaron whispers, “but there’s a baby coming, your baby. We need to talk about this.”

Robert’s stomach clenches; he hates it, he doesn’t want to talk about it, but this is Aaron. His Aaron. His beautiful husband. 

“We will, tomorrow ok?” 

Aaron nods and presses a kiss to Robert’s skin. It’s fire and ice and Robert can’t help feeling slightly more whole. 

Aaron’s wrapped around him now, legs intertwined and arms around his waist. He can smell him, the faint smell of sweat and aftershave and that musky smell of Aaron that makes him lightheaded. 

“For now, can we just sleep?” Robert asks. Aaron tilts his head up, looks straight into Robert’s eyes and nods. It’s tentative when his glance flickers down to Robert’s lips and his breath catches in his throat when Aaron leans in, kissing him gently, drawing it out and making it last. His lips are softer than Robert can remember, gentle, grouding. He practically whimpers when Aaron draws back and rests his forehead against Robert’s. 

“Let’s sleep,” Aaron whispers. He lowers his head back down and nuzzles into Robert’s neck. Soon enough his breathing evens out and Robert keeps holding him close. 

He can’t remember the last time he felt whole. 

anonymous asked:

this is an evil question, but realistically, most teenage couples don't last for that long. What pairings do you think are in it for the long haul?

hmmmm thats an interesting (and really good!!) question. 

lets think

jonas + eva: they didn’t last in s1, but they may have matured through the two years, i havent seen enough of them to know. but the way jonas invited emma to the party to try to get over eva was,,,,,yikes bc you should never use someone to try to get over anyone. so there’s not much in them that makes me think they’ll last, especially since they’re both kids still

noora + william: they have their issues, loads of them, communication, manipulation etc. william seems to recognize the shit he pulled, which is good. idk about them though, from s2, they wouldnt have lasted, but now seeing as they both seem like they’ve evolved and noora knows not to throw everything away and run after him, she seems like she’s matured. but idk enough about them as a new couple to know.

even + isak: these two seem like they would last, honestly. they just click and they became good friends and they have good convos and great communication and honest conversations, even with even being a bit slow on that (which is understandable ofc) but i think they’d last.

sana + yousef: and lastly, yousana. this is the couple we havent gotten the chance to see be an actual couple (sigh). to me, communication and being honest and on the same page is the most important in a long term relationship, and these two are perfect for that. even though all the odds have been against them, they pulled through and when they have convos togehter, it clicks. they understand each other. and even though they might have different subjectives, they can both come to an objectve and support each other, which is beautiful and so so important. so im sure these two would last.

Tipsy Confessions | Dan Howell

Hello! This is a short fanfic about Dan Howell and Phil Lester based on the request below. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think!

“Another!” Dan drunkenly imitated Thor as he threw his empty red cup on the ground, laughing at his own joke. No one else seemed to find it as funny as he did, but he did not seem to care. Phil rolled his eyes as he watched his drunk friend behave like an absolute twat and picked up the cup from the floor. “I don’t think so, you’ve had enough.” He told his friend, tossing the cup in the bin. “Just one more…” Dan slurred, his eyes squinting at his friend and he poked him in the chest. “One.” Dan raised one finger and giggled at himself, pricking himself in the nose with his finger. Phil let out a deep sigh and scanned the room for a person to help him put this drunk giant to bed. Soon enough his eyes found yours and he beckoned you to come over. He didn’t have to tell you what was going on, you knew. You’d been friends with the both of them for a while now and this wasn’t the first time you’d have to be a helping hand in getting Dan to bed safely. He didn’t get drunk as often as he used to anymore but occasionally it still happened. You put your glass down on a sidetable and walked over to the kitchen. “We throw you a house-warming party and this is what happens.” You said as you shook your head at Dan, taking his hand and lowering it so he would stop laughing at his own finger. The house-warming for their new apartment had been your idea, seeing as you hadn’t been able to throw one for them last time they moved. Dan turned his glazy eyes to you and smiled. “Y/N…” He slurred your name as his hand went to the side of your face and he traced your cheek with one of his fingers. You gave him a weird look and scoffed. “He really is drunk.” You told Phil and together you lead him up the stairs to where his new bedroom was. 

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Blunders and (happy) Beginnings; CHAPTER 3; ~ 2, 400 words; FF.NET || AO3

Thanks so much to everyone who left me feedback, it helped a ton in getting me to whip up this chapter in an afternoon!

Verdicts passed and vows made in the wee hours of the night seem to dissipate much like the morning dew when enough sunshine has shamed them back into the realm of those late hours when our defenses are so much lower and our tempers so much easier to excite.

Whether Miss Swan realized that, and counted on it as she made her way down to Lady Ingrid’s breakfast table, is something of a mystery. But one thing is for sure – she must have worried herself about being the beacon of attention into a state far beyond what was required, for Miss Anna Froster probably couldn’t have contained herself from taking over that role even if asked to do so. And, thankfully, no one made such a request.

And thus, while she went on about Hans Islingtons’ rather handsomeness and rather tallness that Emma (and probably everyone else because people characterized by their tallness then to have that effect on others) had observed the night before, her aunt was free to enjoy the glow on her cheeks and the eagerness of her quick, and often unfinished, phrases and had only to ask her, from time to time, to take a breath and a bite and so got to enjoy her hearty appetite as well; her sister got to enjoy much the same things with much more composure and some reserve, while at the same time contemplating the exact number of days she had to wait to start probing Emma with questions about Captain Liam Jones so as to minimize the chances of her friend’s teasing her for it; and Emma got to breathe easily for the first time since she had woken up and decided on pretending that the previous evening had been much like any other evening, and thus got the chance to forget for a bit her own self and to immerse herself in Anna’s obvious giddiness and Elsa’s which she was probably thinking everyone oblivious to.

“I have decided what we shall do today!”

Elsa’s surprise had more to do with Emma’s enthusiastic tone than the words that had come with it. Emma was no stranger to knowing precisely what she wanted to do and leaving the fewest opportunities possible for others to intervene with her wishes or control how she spent her time in any way.

“Have you now? Aunt and Anna have been not five minutes out of the door in their badly veiled pursuit of further intelligence about Mr Islington and you have already formed a scheme for us as well?”

“If you must know, I was hard at “scheming” while we were at breakfast and Anna was describing the precise shade of Mr Islington’s eyes for the fourth time.”


“I swear, this will be my sole commentary on that “predestined meeting, scribbled in the stars”.”

“And yet.”

“Oh, well, my only two then. Would you like to tempt me away from quoting your sister by learning how your time will be occupied today?”

“Am I to be nothing but a listener in this story of my immediate future then?”

“ I suppose you can contribute some of your stoic brilliance as well, if you would just uncross your arms and stop pinning me to the wall with those fine eyes the exact shade of-“

“Oh, do save us both and just reveal your wicked little plan, will you?”

Miss Froster had perfected a particular visage for those exact situation, a perfect arrangement of her features that communicated to Emma that she was listening carefully and agreeing to nothing as of yet. But she did let her arms drop to her side (for all the good that it did when they next came to rest firmly against her hips at Emma’s pronouncement).

“We are to intrude on Mr and Mrs Nolan and take the bothersome captains staying with them off their hands.”

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“Some of us have jobs,” he replies, “even after we’re gone. Sometimes, our work is never done. You’ll learn that soon enough.” These moments feel false, this conversation feels like a dream. “You can’t be expected to go it alone, anyway. You’re a child.”

“I’m not,” Jove argues immediately. “I’m nineteen. I mean…I was.”

“A child,” the man reaffirms. “A child with a child, no less. That’s novel.” It seems as if all Jove can feel is fury. How can he find this funny?

“Look, you don’t understand.” The man has glasses. Why do the dead need glasses? “I have a son. He needs me.”

“So do I,” he says. And that is all he has to say to that. Jove can tell, somehow. The man begins to walk, and Jove knows that he has to follow. Not much is outright told to him here, so he’s reading off of feelings. He doesn’t think he has it in him to talk much anyway. But he does have many questions.

anonymous asked:

I don't know why because my friends and parents are good enough to me but I still feel so lonely and miserable most of the time and now it's my bday and I'm feeling more isolated than ever yet everyone around me is so busy and reaching out just seems pointless. Might that warrant a star?

That definitely warrants a star!

Sometimes, even though we’re surrounded by the most loving and supportive friends and family, we still want something more. Perhaps you’re missing a connection to that one person who just “gets” you, or perhaps you need someone to talk to about how you’re feeling, like a counselor or therapist.

Whatever it is, know that it’s okay to reach out about how you feel. Your friends and family care about you, and even though they may be busy they are still there for you when you need them.

We are also here for you - our entire community is. Remember, it’s okay to reach out when you want/need to <3

Also, happy birthday! :D

Keep on shining!
♥ Courtney

I figure after Bucky spends a long time being so conflicted and ashamed about his time as the Winter Soldier the he can’t even talk about it, eventually he realizes that everyone seems to actually like him and it freaks him out. And for months, no one can get him to stop reminding them about why they all should hate him. Steve’s like, “Here are your pancakes, buddy.” “One time I killed a guy in front of his daughter.” “Yeah, you told me. I love you anyway. Eat your pancakes.” On a run with Sam, he passes him and Sam calls after him like, “You’re only running three laps to my one? Man, you’re slacking.” Bucky slows down long enough to say, “I tortured people too, you know.” “I hope you don’t think that’s gonna make me go easy on you,” Sam says as he speeds up and passes Bucky for the first time. Later, Natasha stops by with the Friends box set and gives it to Bucky. “You and Steve should watch this one night. Invite me over when you start it, okay?” And Bucky just clutch he’s the DVDs and stares at her with narrow eyes and flared nostrils until she’s like, “What?” “I SHOT YOU!” Nat shrugs, “Just once. Do it again and I’ll stop bringing you new TV shows.”

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Skam Hate

So now that Skam is over and I have too much time on my hands, I wanted to say my opinion on the whole Skam thing happening for the past few weeks. I’m not the one to make tumblr posts normally, but I’ve had enough of all the hate towards Skam and especially Julie Andem.

Whenever a new update was uploaded the first people did was complain. “Skam cancelled”,“Julie Andem cancelled”,“Skam has become so shitty” etc. And it pisses me off so much.
Obviously a show is never perfect. Every show has flaws. But giving it so much hate is just really immature because it wasn’t just saying an opinion anymore it was just straight up hate that Julie got. It seemed like she couldn’t do anything right anymore.
And yes, I agree on a few things. Yes, I think there are some good points against some things that Julie did. But you don’t have to hate when you could just state you opinion?

I’m not a muslim so I can never judge on how well Islam was actually portraited. I can only asume if it was good representation or not. I think it was, because I actually learned a few things and it helped me to understand Sanas situation better. But I don’t want to judge on how good it actually was, because I can’t say things out of a perspective of a muslim. Maybe it was disappointing for some muslims. Maybe they hoped for more or better representation. Maybe they’re sad because they were so excited for Sanas season. I don’t know that and like I said, I can’t judge.

What I’m trying to say is that Julie Andem for sure tried her best. She came up with so many plot lines, connections and meanings behind characters and things in the show.
And I think that instead of bashing her work because it’s not flawless, we should all be thankful about having a show that touches so many important topics. Yes, it’s not perfect and yes one could probabaly improve a lot. But Julie worked hard and did her best for sure. But nobody is perfect and that’s fine.

If you really didn’t like what she was doing it’s fully okay to criticise. But it’s never okay to hate because something is not flawless.

Skam is trying to teach us to spread love instead of hate after all.

Apparently there are two things we need to address, again. Because y’all will not leave me the fuck alone.

1.) I am a 25 year old adult and I love sex. A lot. I think sex is great. I like having it, talking about it, reading about it, and watching it. Also, I am bisexual. I like sex with women and men. If you do not like sex, “hetero” sex, or are a child, good for you, but that is not my problem. I am going to continue enjoying sex. If you cannot handle that, feel free to quietly unfollow me and bitch to someone else about how gross it is.

2.) I am polyamorous. All of my relationships are very much open and my partners know it. I appreciate y’all worrying about my partners’ emotional well-being, but I am not cheating on anyone. The fact that y’all seem to think that I would be fucking stupid enough to broadcast it if I was cheating makes me want to break your teeth. Also, if you are going to take the time to be a nosy piece of shit, get in my business, and come whine about how I am being a “horrible, abusive person” at least use the correct fucking pronouns for my partners.

Three Recent Bookish Thoughts
  1. Don’t read The Essex Serpent if you’re on the autism spectrum. It’s probably not super triggery but it has one of Those Characters and they’re treated like That.
  2. The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue seems to be doing social justice messages right, I’m so pleased.
  3. I had a customer call in yesterday to not only thank me for helping her in the store, but to apologize for not chatting enough or complimenting my appearance, and it still makes me smile this morning.

Not exactly a parallel but the part where Simm!Master was talking to Missy about how the Doctor wouldn’t forgive her because of his plot…did anyone else think of the scene with Clara about “Do you think that I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?”

I mean, it seems like Missy is going along with it so that changes things, but if she wasn’t…the Master’s done plenty of terrible things and the Doctor still gave her a chance.

@ouatfanfan said: I wasn’t being funny. And I looked into the original. Seems to me there is one big difference that I was wanting to read about. The OPs was about a catholic priest going against his vows in a smut fic. The second story was an Anglican priest that wanted to enter into a courtship but was respecting HIS vows enough to wait until it was proper. Completely different in my perspective. Not that I don’t like smut fics or that I couldn’t like OPs story but I found the idea of seeing courtship not smut. To be more appealing in this case. I’ve seen enough smutty priest Killian fics. That Anglican twist and courtship was intriguing.

That actually wasn’t the biggest difference. As clearly indicated by the anon message I received, there was a similar use of music as a theme. If you’ve read Take Me To Church you’ll know I use music heavily in it, particularly in relation to Father Jones. The songs he’s listening to are not just willy nilly thrown in there to show my love of 80′s rock (which is strong), but tie directly into whatever he was going through at the time. 

There was also the fact that Emma was given the same background with Walsh as in TMTC, as well as Killian being a runner and one third party came to me mentioning that a pictures of a fireplace mantle scene instantly reminded her of a similar one in TMTC. Not to mention Emma worked for him.

Separately none of those things would have been a problem. I don’t own the rights to music being used as a theme, Walsh cheating on Emma, her working at a church, Killian being a runner, or family pictures being on a fireplace. But when you combine them in a Priest Killian story - you’ve got a problem. Same way if someone took the idea of a famous Killian and Emma pretending to date and had this large theme of Emma baking cupcakes throughout like Nowforruin​ did in The Trouble With Faking It. Themes are just as important to a fic as an overall plot.

It goes beyond that though, and I explained that in my original post and won’t be repeating myself. 

I’m glad you found it intriguing and maybe an original idea for it will along that you’ll be able to read, but I will not apologise for protecting my work in any shape or form. 

these two need a Good Talk but i have a soft spot for them

anonymous asked:

Hi! Just thought that you should know scottishboop on twitter is trying to pass of your sniper McCree art as her own.

Thanks for letting me know! I dropped a comment on the post in question – although, it looks like it ain’t just my work they’re trying to claim as theirs (which is incredibly dumb of them really, considering the amount of difference between the art styles of each piece). If anyone recognizes any other artists’ works that have been reposted there, it might be an idea to let them know as well. Hopefully it’ll all get resolved soon in any case– shame that the first time I use twitter in months is for such a thing tho, lol

EDIT: not five minutes later, they’ve blocked me! lmao

Have I mentioned how much I enjoy the thought of Harry and Draco back at Hogwarts years after they leave? If not, let me take a few moments of your time to elucidate:

  • Banter
  • Inter-house rivalry at the head table
    • inter-house rivalry between classes
  • Knowing (memorizing) each other’s schedule and casually bringing it up in conversation–with or outside of each other
  • Seeming like a married couple to everyone else but not realizing it themselves
  • Intense quidditch debates in the staff room
    • students like to hang around outside because they’re always loud and always hilarious (and sometimes often result in creative new insults to add to their repertoire)
  • Grading together in one of their quarters and snarking over ridiculous student answers
  • Quibbling over teaching methods to the point of pedantry just to be annoying to the other
  • Trying the “I’ve never been more shocked by student behaviour in my life” approach on students who misbehave, none of whom believe it because they’ve heard stories of Harry and Draco’s time at Hogwarts (usually by the other in classes, ex. Draco climbing a tree because he wanted Harry’s attention)
  • Patrolling the hallways over Christmas hols
    • “Here. This is the statue Flitwick said he’s caught kids fooling around behind. Go check it out.”
    • “Why do I have to go?”
    • “What are you, scared?”
    • “… Fine, you absolute tosser. …Woah, Malfoy, come check this out.”
    • “What? What is it?”
    • “Just get back here and you’ll see.”
    • “I’m not going to fall for your tricks, Potter. I’m not going back there.”
    • “Malfoy….”
    • Fine.”
      • They end up necking behind the statue like students
      • It becomes a repeat occurrence
i could be good with you

Summary: Cuddling up to Otabek has always been easy and normal for Yuri. So when Otabek starts avoiding him, it hurts a lot more than he expects. (2nd place giveaway prize for @some-sort-of-firefly !! Prompt: confessions and first kisses. otayuri. word count: 1237)

They’ve always been comfortable with being close together physically. That’s how it’s been, and that’s how it always will be.

At first, it was never the way Viktor and Yuuri are always draped over each other in public – god, Yuri would rather never step foot on the ice again than be anything like those two – but it’s more of the subtle things, such as Yuri wrapping his arms around Otabek during motorcycle rides, or Otabek’s hand gently holding the small of Yuri’s back as he leads them through the streets.

Then it started becoming, well, less subtle. Such as the multiple times Yuri has tackles Otabek in a hug after a long period of time without seeing each other, Otabek playing with Yuri’s hair and braiding it to different styles, and falling asleep together on the same bed, arms wrapped around each other.

For Yuri, it’s something natural, comforting. Nothing calms him down more than Otabek’s touch, warm and steady and easy to focus on when he’s starting to lose his temper. He’s sure that his best naps he’s had have always been with Otabek’s arms around him. Otabek is such a comforting presence that is now hard to live without.

As of late, though, he’s noticed that Otabek has been distancing himself from him, physically. Everything else has been the same, but Otabek no longer plays with his hair or takes his hand, or, well, anything. He’s been conscious with how he moves when he’s around Yuri, and whenever Yuri tries to initiate the contact himself, it only takes a few minutes before Otabek gently moves Yuri’s hands away from him.

It’s… concerning. And lonely, he finds out, when Otabek smiles at him apologetically that night and says he’d rather sleep in his own hotel room for the rest of their time in France for the Grand Prix Finals. He doesn’t get much sleep that night. And when he sees Otabek yawning and rubbing his eyes the next day, he knows he isn’t the only one.

So what gives?

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Summer Playlist

Aries: “Let’s get lost you can take me home, somewhere nice we can be alone, bikini tops coming off” // Lady Gaga, Summerboy

Taurus: “And I’ve been a fool and I’ve been blind, I can never leave the past behind. I can see no way, i can see no way, I’m always dragging that horse around” // Florence + the Machine, Shake It Out

Gemini: “She was mine, I was hers, And all that’s in between. If she would cry, I would shelter her, and keep her from the darkness that will be” // Ed Sheeran, Sunburn

Cancer: “If you are breathing in my tears, I won’t let them dry. If you’re still squirming in my scar, I won’t let it heal. Even if it hurts, it’s okay if it’s you. Even if they are sad memories, it’s okay if they’re mine” Lee Hi ft. Jennie Kim, Special

Leo:  “So don’t you worry your pretty little mind, People throw rocks at things that shine and life makes love look hard.  The stakes are high, the water’s rough, But this love is ours” // Taylor Swift, Ours

Virgo: “What is love if you’re not here with me? What is love if it’s not guaranteed? What is love if it just ups and leaves? What is love if you’re not here no more? What is love if you’re not really sure?” // V Bozeman, What is Love

Libra: “I’ll be as honest as you let me, I miss your early morning company, if you get me. You are my favorite ‘what if’. You are my best ‘I’ll never know’” // Fall Out Boy // Fourth of July 

Scorpio: “We’re nothing like we seem, passionate words are never spoken. You don’t know how I bleed when I leave your side” // Beyoncé, Satellites 

Sagittarius: “Moods that take me and erase me, and I’m painted black. You have suffered enough, and warred with yourself. It’s time that you won” // Glen Hansard, Falling Slowly

Capricorn: “You hold me without touch, You keep me without chains. I never wanted anything so much, than to drown in your love and not feel your rain” // Sarah Bareilles, Gravity 

Aquarius: “Sounds of laughter shades of life are ringing through my open ears, inciting and inviting me. Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns and calls me on and on, across the universe” // The Beatles, Across The Universe 

Pisces: “Take my hand, stay Joanne. Heaven’s not ready for you. Every part of my aching heart needs you more than the angels do” // Lady Gaga, Joanne 

Thoughts on OITNB Season 5

The Good:

  • This season was a lot of fun. I never felt bored, and the pacing was just right. They made roughly four days (I think?) last 13 episodes, but I don’t feel as though anything was dragged out.
  • Red on speed was fucking hilarious. So many great lines out of her this season. “In Russia, we don’t have proverbs. We have vodka and misery.”
  • Young Red back story!
  • Soso’s memorial to Poussey.
  • The subtle social commentary/anti-gun message in the premiere, where every time someone asked/talked about the gunfire a different American mass shooting was referenced. Needless to say, there was a lot.
  • Taystee taking the fucking microphone from Judy King. 
  • Taystee repeating Poussey’s name over and over. Punching Caputo in the face for not doing so. A+
  • Taystee as a whole was pretty amazing this season, even if she eventually screwed everything up.
  • Linda becoming Boo’s girlfriend for five minutes but then ultimately getting completely fucked over.
  • Piper and Alex sticking mostly to mundane couple issues. Nothing hugely earth-shattering between the two of them. I was sick of the constant forced drama.
  • I feel like Piper made actual progress with her mother, and the fact that particular conversation lead to her impromptu proposal was awesome.
  • Nicky was clean, hilarious, and hot as hell. Couldn’t get enough of her this season, and loved seeing the real depths of her feelings for Lorna. The brief role reversal with her and Red was a fun trip as well.
  • Red and Blanca friendship was an unexpected treat.
  • I could not love Gloria Mendoza more if I tried.
  • Alison was fleshed out, and I’m really starting to love her as a character.
  • Piper being a Slytherin, headcanon confirmed. 
  • Caputo being a badass in his negotiations with Fig. 
  • Chang peacing out. 
  • Ending the season with The Cinematic Orchestra’s “To Build a Home” – a better song choice doesn’t exist. I have always associated that song with this show. Bravo. The last five minutes gave me chills.
  • Cindy singing Suzanne to sleep, then later Cindy hugging Suzanne, apologizing, crying. I loved it.

The Bad:

  • I feel like the overall message with Suzanne was scattered and poorly handled, and while Uzo did an amazing job with what she was given, I feel like the writing wasn’t necessarily realistic in that it hasn’t been tackled what exactly Suzanne’s mental illness is, purely so the writers can twist her symptoms to fit the plot.
  • Unlike most people I’m not mad about the Piscatella back-story, but it felt incomplete to me. I feel like there is not enough explanation there. What happened to Wes? It seemed like given some of what Piscatella said that there must have been some kind of betrayal there. Given that he’s dead, we’ll probably never find out, but I just felt like there were pieces missing to his story.
  • I feel like Daya fell flat this season. Her characterization was all over the place until she gave herself up and quietly disappeared. 
  • Vinnie and Lorna are, as always, the cringiest. I guess that’s sort of the point, though.
  • I’m not sure what they were trying to do with the Nazis/Sankey? I don’t know if they were trying to endear us to them, but it felt…weird. Like their racism was purely situational and just seemed to disappear when it was convenient. I feel uncomfortable that they were played in a way that I wanted to like them, then felt horrified because Jesus, they’re FUCKING NAZIS
  • Black Lattes Matter would never be a meme
  • Sophia disappearing halfway through the season. Seriously? Her helping in medical was awesome. I would’ve loved to have seen more of that.

The Ugly:

  • Coates x Pennsatucky makes my fucking skin crawl. How can this be a thing? Why is this a thing? WHY IS SHE PAIRED WITH HER RAPIST AND WHY IS IT PORTRAYED AS CUTE?
  • The general rapeyness of how most of the male hostages were treated, mainly Stratman, Josh, and Luschyek. It dehumanized a lot of the girls for me and made me really uncomfortable.
  • Adding onto that: Angie and Leanne have become way too much. “I’ve raped guys before, and I could tell that was genuine.” What the fuck? Why did this need to be in there? I don’t understand how we are ever supposed to have any sympathy for these two ever again. Which is a shame with Leanne, because she has one of the more interesting back stories on the show.
  • Watching the guy who raped Wes Driscoll get burned alive was something I could’ve done without seeing. Hearing his screams would’ve been enough to get the point across.
  • Humps was creepy when he was alive, creepy when he was dying, and creepy upon death. Not sad to see him go. 
  • Piscatella torturing Red in front of her girls…Alex’s arm getting snapped…that whole episode was amazingly handled, but it was still really difficult to watch.
  • Caputo getting trapped in the POO for so long was really gross and disturbing. The man was literally locked in a piss/shit/puke filled porta-potty for days in what I’m pretty sure is summer or early autumn. 
  • Seriously, all of those guards are going to be permanently traumatized. What they were put through is sick.

TL;DR: This has been one of my favorite seasons yet, fun and brilliant, even if there’s an unfortunate amount of it I desperately wish I could un-see, and I feel some of it should have been handled differently.