this show put her through hell

real talk people want so badly to believe that jopseh just has internalized homophobia and that hes only staying with his wife to hide his sexuality when there are multiple people aware that he’s bisexual (robert, mary, and probably more).

joseph lied to you when he got you to sleep with him on his yacht. he told you that he and mary were through which we know wasnt the case because mary was suspicious of you hanging out with her husband when you walk her home from the bar on josephs route. the entire route, he is manipulating your character into believing that he and his wife have issues for just the reason of them not working well together when in reality she’s developed depression and resorted to alcoholism because he is consistently cheating on her with other people. we don’t even know if its exclusively men.

we just know that he’s been doing this for a long time; pampering people and treating them special so he can get into bed with them once and never talk to them again. he tries to make it seem like robert sleeps around like its no big deal all the time and while you do have the option to sleep with robert on the first night, he makes sure you’re okay with it and if you do he doesnt contact you, again. why? because he doesnt like drunken one-night-stands. he was expecting for you to show some kind of interest in sticking around with him when he told you to leave but we didn’t get any dialogue options for it so he just assumes that you were there just for the one-nighter.

and this probably have something to do with joseph cheating on his wife with robert after pampering him and treating him with way too much kindness. hell, he even let robert wear the blue sweater that joseph always has around his neck, that was the sweater referenced in the old picture with all the dads. joseph was manipulating robert, making it seem like it wasnt his fault that his relationship with his wife was bad. and then? he takes him to his yacht and fucks him under the guise that him and his wife are through.

thats why robert, after you do two dates with him, shows up at the beginning of josephs third date to try and warn you. he doesnt want you to get hurt like he has, but robert definitely has some trouble being verbal and explaining what he means and lets his anger get the best of him. they want you to think the marriage troubles are all mary’s fault until you start getting to know mary through the other routes. shes a good woman who has never once outright cheated on joseph. she flirts and drinks to cope with his infidelity.

the way joseph acts from the getgo is some pretty shady behavior so i personally wasnt really surprised to find out how much of a dick he really is. what surprised me is that the writers wrote a very real kind of person into this ‘lighthearted’ dating simulator. josephs abusive and manipulative behavior is an incredibly real thing that happens every day, this game is trying to show you how to identify it before it gets too far or you do something you regret.

theyre not saying ‘gay/bisexual men are unfaithful!’ or ‘christians are going to hurt and abuse you!’ theyre saying ‘some people actually do this and theyre abusive as hell if youre in this situation or feel someone might be trying to do this to you, get out’

mary doesnt leave him for reasons that were never written into the story. probably because she doesnt want to put her kids through a divorce so early in their lives.

basically joseph being an abusive and manipulative partner has nothing to do with his sexuality or religion. he’s just written to be an absolute cock.


Okay guys, so here is my theory. It’s long so bear with me. I hope you’re convinced with this one

In this theory, I will tell you who Uber A is. Who killed Charlotte. Who killed Jessica. How every character is involved in the story. What the initials A.D. stand for. Everything that we are yet to know at this point. 

Who is Uber A? There are two people. A twin of a character we know and her helper. We have an identical twin among us that has been behind everything that we are yet to know. Bethany Young is the twin and she is Uber A. The show is coming in full circle. She killed Jessica, Charlotte, Sara Harvey, etc. Uber A and Charlotte’s killer ARE the same person. She is not here to avenge anyone’s death like they want us to believe. She’s here for revenge for having her life ruined. 

They promoted this new A as the deadliest and most twisted A of all the As (and the one who loves the game the most). That description doesn’t fit with someone who is avenging someone’s death. 

It all starts with Bethany and Charles. The night Marion Cavanaugh died. According to Charlotte, Bethany pushed Marion Cavanaugh and blamed her. This isn’t true. Charlotte killed Marion, Bethany witnessed it, and Jessica covered it. Charlotte blamed Bethany but Jessica paid Wilden to rule it out as a suicide. Flashbacks aren’t always true. It’s visualized on what the person is saying. Jessica wouldn’t cover up the murder if Bethany did it. That’s why in Bethany’s recordings we would hear her saying to someone “she’s a bitch, she’s an evil bitch!” It’s not clear as to who was she talking about but it was definitely Charlotte or Jessica. Bethany drew pictures of Jessica with horns and the word ‘liar’ all over it

Charlotte lied in her story so Alison and the rest of the liars would feel bad for her. This is why some of the things don’t make sense. A big part of her story was a damn lie. Charlotte is the biggest liar on the show. Everything that comes out of her mouth is a lie. Bethany got payback after the time jump by murdering Charlotte and throwing her off the bell tower, just like Charlotte pushed Marion from Radley. What I love about this is that Uber ‘A’ is putting the girls through hell to find Charlotte’s killer when she is the one behind it.

Who’s Bethany’s twin? Spencer Hastings. Mary Drake had Spencer and Bethany. Both are identical twins. One was adopted by The Hastings and the other one was put into family services and was adopted by the Young family and was sent to Radley later on. Before you all say “Bethany was two years older than Spencer and the rest of the girls” Charles was supposedly older than Jason but in reality they were the same age. Jessica and Kenneth came up with that lie to keep the adoption a secret from everyone else as it was revealed in 6x20. Bethany’s information was made up to keep her a secret from everyone

Peter Hastings was responsible for this and this is why he wanted Toby to stop investigating his mom’s death and sign the papers to close Radley back in season 4. The more he was investigating the more got to the truth. 

This is why we never saw her face when she escaped Radley. She has Spencer’s face. And this is going to be the ultimate final twist the writers already talked about. Lets be real, if she was a random girl we would see her face. They could’ve casted literally any blonde for this scene and they would show us her face. We still have yet to see her face as a teenager

One of the biggest mysteries on the show are Bethany’s drawings. There is a drawing of a woman falling (Marion), the picture of a demon (Jessica) taking a kid (Charles) away. We also see pictures of her but they’re all distorted. We can’t see her face

This makes me believe that she has part of her face disfigured or doesn’t want to show her face AND this is why Uber A wears masks

I will show you proof that Mary had a third child (which is the twin) In 7x08, Spencer and Aria go visit Dr. Cochran and he tells the girls that he helped Mary delivered “Two OF her babies” as opposed to her “two babies” hinting about another child. One was adopted and the other was put in family services. Mary was giving Spencer hints about a twin in the premiere telling her how much she and Melissa looked alike. 

This is one of my favorite scenes from 7A because Mary was indirectly telling Spencer her relationship with her parents and how they met a long time ago leaving Spencer confused

What does Sara Harvey have to do with everything? Sara was killed for knowing too much. She was a girl from another town involved in all this mess. Sara ran way from her home and Charlotte kidnapped and forced her to be her accomplice. She used her as a decoy in all the stuff that she was planning to do like “The Lodge Fire”. She knew stuff about Charlotte and was going to tell the girls and run away but Uber A was outside her room waiting to kill her. Never ever underestimate “A”. It happened with Jessica, Mona and finally to Sara. 

I hate to say this but Sara wasn’t the real Black Widow. The real Black Widow is the twin Bethany. She is the ENDGAME. I have proof of this. The first time we were introduced to the Black Widow was in the season 4 premiere titled “A is for A-L-I-V-E” (the title is a clue). Her introduction was really creepy and weird. It felt like a new character that was VERY connected to the story. Whoever this person was did NOT want to be seen in public because either they’re supposed to be dead, they are secret twin of someone or they are looking for them and that’s why she was wearing a mask and we can see this at the end of the episode

In 7x01 when the girls see the fake Hanna hanging in the bell tower. There was a clue that leads back to 4x01. Caleb looks at this phone and it’s 4:01 a.m. The writers tend to use numbers as clues. The episode where we are introduced to Black Widow

Black Widow had the girls as dolls at the lair. Sara may have been bad but having the girls as their dolls is completely twisted and it doesn’t fit her with character. Sara wasn’t wearing a mask when she lifted up her veil. I’m pretty sure the writers did this on purpose so we could catch the fakeness of Charlotte’s story.

Another thing that doesn’t make sense about her story. She shot Wilden twice. Lets be real here. She would know if he was really dead after shooting him. Why would she need Sara to go and check if he was really dead? This makes absolutely no sense. Here is more proof that Bethany is the real Black Widow. Toby was getting messages to take the RV and he would know what really happened to his mom. Who would know what happened to his mom? The witness. -A was helping Toby solve his mom’s mysterious death

What I’m about to say I believe no one has said it before. Bethany was working with Mona but Mona didn’t know who she was working for. Mona created the A game so Bethany could finish it. This has always been Bethany’s game. Mona loved playing the game and the last thing she would do was to reveal herself. Someone KNEW what Mona had done that night Alison disappeared and Mona was being blackmailed about it. She had no other choice than to reveal herself. How do I know this? Easy, Mona saying to Spencer “Either you join the A-Team, or you disappear” 

And of course Mona’s monologue when she’s admitted for evaluation: “I know they’re watching me, I don’t look bad considering… I like this lipstick, what’s it called? Toffee tango? (voice changes) They think it’s over, Loser Mona is going to the nuthouse and those precious liars are going home to sleep with their windows open and their doors unlocked. Don’t they know that’s what WE want?”

Okay there’s been theories that it was Charlotte talking after Mona but it’s impossible because Charlotte was a patient at Radley and met Mona later during her stay. Whoever was talking was helping Mona all along and she was present in the season 2 finale. She was at the masquerade party. She was right in front of us wearing a red dress with a full mask. The camera focuses on her. She has been watching them all along

Now. I will talk about her helper. Her helper is Dr. Wren Kingston. Wren has been an A-team member since the beginning. Mary sent him to Rosewood check on The Hastings and the only way to continue reporting her what the Hastings were doing was to get engaged to Melissa Hastings but he fell for Spencer and everything was ruined

I will give you the biggest clue that Wren is AD’s main accomplice

In 7x01, we see Mary talking to someone on the phone and according to Mona, “It’s definitely a man. I think he has an accent. Maybe Aussie, maybe British. Note: This can’t be Rollins because Mary and Rollins were not in touch for a couple of days

This is going to sound really twisted but I don’t think Mary cared about Charlotte at all. Charlotte was looking for her and she was spending time in other countries. 

Something that hasn’t been explained is why Wren suddenly decided to volunteer in Radley when Mona was admitted there. He volunteered to continue the A game but with a new leader (Charlotte DiLaurentis). Eddie Lamb suspected and knew all along that Wren was bad news

The infamous visitor’s pass. Wren didn’t make the pass for Charlotte. it was for Bethany but under the name CeCe Drake. She used Charlotte’s “alias” when she had her out privileges. She was sneaking into Radley under that name to visit Mona wearing a Red Coat. That pass couldn’t have been for Charlotte because she was already a patient there. All she needed was to get out of her room and visit her. Why would she need a visitor’s pass?

Mona said to the liars in 3x24 “that she made a deal with the devil and she gave me a way in and out of that place”

Charlotte wasn’t giving her a way in and out of Radley because she needed Mona to get out of that place without anyone noticing as she stated in 6x10.

So who was Mona talking to? Uber A. The real Red Coat and Black Widow. 

Only someone who works or was a patient for a long time knows the exits and secret doors. Bethany escaped Radley so she would definitely know the secret exits

Uber A manipulated everyone to do her dirty work. Just like Mona, Charlotte was addicted to the A game so why would she just give herself up? Because someone was telling her what to do. And this is why they introduced us to the board game. This is how Uber A was manipulating everyone. Telling them what to do.

In 6x10, Mona tells the girls that she didn’t tell CeCe about them but somebody at Radley did start sending her riddles and twisted rhymes. More proof that someone else was seeing her. 

The last time we hear about Wren is in 6x17 in a flashback of Hanna and Melissa in a restroom. According to Melissa, he was in contact with Charlotte when she was at Welby. Melissa tells Hanna that Charlotte ruined her relationship with him because he found out that she killed the girl in the grave. Wren was blackmailing Melissa about this throughout 6B. This is why Melissa was terrified if someone else had the tape confession because someone was targeting her.

Now the last question. Who’s in the grave? A stranger that was killed and buried with the outfit. Grunwald rescued Alison and someone with a red sleeve rescued Bethany. There are two different scenes with two people wearing different clothes and rescuing someone. Whoever was identified was killed and buried with the yellow top outfit

You can follow me on twitter @boyfataie if you want to discuss it

reasons why futurama is so great and is so important to so many of us

  • philip j fry is our protagonist. he is mentally ill and pansexual (both of which are canon). we watch him develop from an irresponsible “loser” who has nothing to a semi-responsible man with an entire family in the form of the planet express crew. he isn’t a typical science fiction male hero - he always has to be saved, he messes everything up, he hardly does his job, but his saving grace is the fact that he is kind. and fry’s kindness is what endears everyone on the show to him. he is the most important person in the universe even though his mind constantly tells him that he’s a nothing who has no one. (this message has helped me through so many difficult times). also, the beauty in a mentally ill queer character getting the happiest of endings imaginable puts futurama leagues ahead of every other show ever. 
  • turanga leela. EVERYTHING about her. she’s a disabled orphan who grew up bullied and literally had to go through everything alone. when we meet her, time and time again, she chooses her own destiny. the first episode starts with her quitting her boring job to be the best space pilot in the galaxy. leela is the strongest person on the show and is the closest thing to a superhero that the show has. she’s an intersectional feminist, stands up for the rights of minorities and animals. hell, she literally leads a revolution to get the mutants equal rights. one other thing that i want to note is that the animators wanted her nose smaller bc they didn’t think female characters should have big noses, but legend matt groening fought to keep it the size it was. 
  • matt groening also specifically created the character of amy wong to break the stereotype that only men can do slapstick. amy continuously breaks stereotypes. she’s a genius and has a phd, but she’s also ditzy. she’s promiscuous, she’s a party girl. her parents are emotionally abusive and she deals with an eating disorder. she’s also an asian woman who’s a lead character!! what other mainstream cartoon has done that? 
  • hermes conrad could’ve been the stereotypical token black character who only comes in once in a while to say “sassy” lines but he’s not. he’s a proud jamaican who’s a proud bureaucrat, a former olympic champion, and an amazing husband and father. and then we see the beautiful story of how he saved bender as a baby and it just makes you love him anymore.
  • this last point isn’t about the characters, but about one of the most clear main messages of the show, which fry says in bender’s big score: “i want what’ll make you happy, not what’ll make me happy.” not only does it destroy the nice guy trope in that instance, but it’s used in so many other great situations. bender giving up a relationship with his son so that his son can achieve his dreams, leela’s parents giving up a life with her so that she can have a better life. unconditional selfless love is presented to us time and time again and it’s such an important message 

ways to make peridot have a “dorky” side without damaging all previous characterization:
-camp pining hearts (which was, admittedly one thing the series actually managed to pull off imo)
-occasionally deliberately peppering in earth slang she’s learning in between her articulate speech patterns
-have her geek out over tech!! isn’t she supposed to be a technician with lots of prior experience with machinery? or is she only suddenly that when the plot requires it
-conducting meticulous earth experiments on various topics, such as which organisms can fly, which conditions are ideal for the phenomenon of rain, etc., and recording all this data in a giant book/log/something else which documents everything she has learned on earth for reference for her to peruse through at later times
-having an affinity for wearing “shirts,” and usually doing so when (she thinks) no one is looking
-spending hours on end making advanced, convoluted contraptions for simple actions solely for the purpose of showing off her metal powers
-just. building robots and contraptions in general and treating them like her children instead of making w/e the hell those morps are
-drawing out complex diagrams for “where she’s going to put the star”/making rough sketches of a “crystal gem” outfit
basically redemption arc peridot; any peridot after that is a cursed shrieking gremlin child


Katya and Violet bond in a deleted scene

This is a really sweet, cute moment. This whole youtube channel is full of great and funny scenes with the queens that never made it to air. In my opinion, season seven is worse without them. Kennedy talks about her life in the navy, Trixie and Max talk about going to school together, there’s even a scene where they show the painful hell Violet and the girls have to go through as beauty queens. It’s all humanizing gold. 

If they had put all of this back in as opposed to fake shade and drama, people would have viewed this season differently. 

Best Friends || Peter Parker Imagine

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Requests: Hiiii! Could you pretty please do a Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x reader, where she, Peter and Ned are best friends in high school and Ned is the first one to notice Peter has a total crush on her. Fast forward to noticing she feels the same and trying to get them together? Bonus points for Spiderman? Thank youuuu 😘😘 @betty234

ahhh i’m in love with your blog!!! also very much in love with spider-man (tom holland….) soooo if you’re still taking requests, would you write one about peter parker being your best friend but obviously both of you like each other so you go do “couple-ish” things like cuddling while watching movies, etc. but one day you go out shopping (him carrying your bags whilst trying on clothes haha) and something happens so he has to go fight crime but ends up coming back, etc., fluffy/cute. ty! xx

A/N:I tried my best

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Y/N looked around the cafeteria looking for her best friends, Peter and Ned. She has been friends with them ever since the 4th grade when they took her to the nurse’s office after she scraped her knee at recess. They instantly clicked and have been inseparable since.

She spotted a head of light brown locks(i swear his hair is slightly reddish though), Peter Parker. Y/N walked up to the table that him and Ned are sitting at, clutching the now wrinkled paper in her hand. “Guys! I passed my math test!” She squealed as she sat down in front of the boys. Ned smiled. “That’s great! What grade did you get?” He asked with the smile still there.

“I got a 97! Ms. Busch said I got the best grade in the class.” She said still grinning. “You should be thanking me for helping you study.” Peter said with a cheeky smile on his face. “Why thank you Peter Parker,my knight in shinning armor, for helping me not fail the worst class in the world.” Y/N stated dramatically. Ned started dying with laughter even though it wasn’t that funny.

“So, what’d you guys do over the weekend?” She asked as she started eating the food off of Peter’s plate.

“I watched all of the Star Wars movies. It was awesome.” Ned told. “What about you Pete?” Y/N asked again.

“What? Oh, I-I went to the movies with…. with my Aunt! Yeah, yeah with May.” Peter answered awkwardly. Ned looked at him with a ‘dude, your'e such a fucking liar’ look, on his face. “Well that’s cool. What movie did you see?” Y/N asked while having a look of confusion on her face due to Peter’s sudden awkwardness. “Well, that’s the thing, it was some chick flick. I don’t really remember the name.” Peter lied. It’s not like Peter could tell her that he was busy beating bad guys up and getting his ass beat as his alter ego, Spider-Man.

The three of them continued talking about random nothings until they heard the bell ring, signalling the end of the lunch period. The three of them started heading to their next class, Chemistry, which they gladly had together. Y/N walked to the class and put her backpack on the lab table with her head on top, groaning. “I don’t want to be here.” She groaned as her friends laughed at her. “It’s alright. We’ll get through this together.” Peter said with mock sympathy while patting her back. Y/N gave him a childish glare as she sat up to see Ned staring at his 2 friends with an odd look on his face.

“What are you staring at?” Peter asked as he looked at Ned, who was looking between his friends “Oh, it’s nothing.” He replied with sarcasm and a small, almost non existent smirk on his face while Peter just shrugged it off. Y/N just groaned again as she pulled out her notebook from her bag. The tardy bell hadn’t rung yet so the trio continued their conversation from lunch Under the table, Peter reached for Y/N’s hand. Their hands intertwined with each other like it was routine, because it was. The two held hands all the time because it was something that came so naturally to them.

“So, do you guys want to go to the mall this Saturday? I have nothing to do, and I want to hang with my best buds.” Y/N asked with a smile on her face. “I can’t. I am swamped with homework.” Ned answered, sounding over exaggerated. Peter knew that Ned was just trying to set him up with Y/N, due to his forever-long crush on the girl. “What about you Petey? Are you just going to leave me hanging by myself?” She asked sarcastically.

Peter chuckled as he lightly squeezed her hand. “I would never leave you hanging.” He said just before the bell rang, silently thanking Ned for having too ‘much homework’.

“Since you never leave me hanging, do you want to stay the night on Friday since we’re hanging out Saturday?” Y/N whispered to Peter. “Sure, I gotta tell May though.” He whispered back with a smile as he leaned back into his chair to listen to the teacher.


Friday quickly approached and the two friends soon walked to Y/N’s house together.

“What movie do you wanna watch?” Y/N asked as she hopped on her bed in her PJs, next to Peter. “Whatever movie you want to watch.” He replied.

“You are too corny, Mr.Parker.” She said as she picked up a dvd that was on her bedside table. She opened the case and put the disk in her laptop. Y/N wrapped her hands around Peter’s torso, and she draped her leg over his. Peter put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. This was completely normal for them.

Halfway through the movie Y/N fell asleep on Peter’s chest. Peter smiled lovingly at the girl on top of him thinking about all the reasons he loved her. There was too many to count.


“This looks so bad.” She complained to her friend whom was carrying all of her bags while waiting outside of the fitting rooms of one of her favorite stores. “Come on. It can’t loo that bad. Let me see.“Peter begged as he placed the bags down on the floor. Y/N walked out of the dressing room wearing a dress that looked absolutely stunning on her. Peter just stared,with his mouth opened a bit.

"In what world does this look bad? You look amazing.” Peter gushed as he admired his best friend. “This is why we are friends, Peter Parker. You are the sweetest person I have ever met.” Y/N stated. Peter’s phone buzzed as Y/N went back into the dressing room to change back to her regular clothes.

Peter got a notification from Twitter. There was an armed robbery happening a few blocks from the mall he was just at. He didn’t want to leave Y/N alone but, people could get hurt. “Y/N? Listen I, I gotta go. Something came up. I’m sorry.” He shouted to the door as he sped off to his house to get his suit. “Wait, what? Peter!?” Y/N yelled as she tried to pull of the rest of the dress.

Y/N left the dressing room to see all of her bags on the floor, where her best friend should’ve been.


Y/N left the mall after buying the dress. She hailed a cab to get home.

About two hours after she got home, it was already dark out. Y/N was in her room, scrolling on her phone when she heard a loud knock on her window. Nobody ever knocked on her window so she was a little bit scared. Y/N went to pull the curtain to see who was on the other side of the glass. Hwn she saw the red suit, she looked confused. “What the fuck?” she said as she opened her window. Spider-Man crawled in through the window and fell against the floor. There was slashes all over his body.

“What the fuck?” She said again as she went to get a bag of vegetables to put on the bruises he most likely had, and some other medical supplied like peroxide and bandages. As she was taking off the body part of his suit to try and fix him she asked him, “Why the hell did Spider-Man show up at my window like this?” Still shocked, she put some peroxide on a cloth and then put that on his cuts. The man wheezed at the pain. He reached for his mask to pull it off. The mask slowly pulled off of his face and Y/N started to see that his face was laced with a painful expression. She only noticed who the man was when he took the mask off completely. “B-Because I’m Spider-Man.” Her best friend replied.

Y/N was not at all prepared for this. The end of her day panned out differently in her head.  "Oh my god. Oh my god.“ She exclaimed as she wrapped his body with bandages. Nothing was said after that though. Once Y/N was done with his wounds, she just sat on her bed, flabbergasted.

The two were silent before she spoke. "Does Ned know?” She asked as he started to sit up and lean against her wall. he only nodded his head.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Pete?” Y/N asked the question she was dreading. “I-I don’t know. I just wanted to keep you safe. If someone found out how much you meant to Spider-Man, they could hurt you and I didn’t want that to happen.” He replied rubbing his neck and looking at anything but you.

“I just wish you would’ve told me. We couldv'e fought crime together.” Y/N joked as she saw a faint smile apear on Peter’s lips. She stood up from her bed and moved to sit next to him on the floor, against the wall. “No more secrets, okay? Even if that means I get hurt. You have to promise to tell me everything from now on. Promise?” She asked with a faint voice. “I promise.” He swore, looking into her eyes.

“Guess I have to tell you something else than….” Peter muttered as he scratched his neck again. Y/N looked at him with curiosity. He sighed, putting his head in his hands.

“Peter, what is it?” Y/N asked with concern.

“I love you, okay? I have ever since 6th grade and I wanted to get over it but it’s hard because I know you would never like me back. When I see you everyday, I fall even more in love with you and I don’t know how to stop it and I don’t think I want to. You mean everything to me. And I would hate myself if you ever got hurt because of Spider-Man.” He exclaimed. Peter was glad to get that off of his chest but, he might have just ruined his friendship with you, forever.

“Oh Peter Parker. You have no idea what you do to me.” She said as she straddled his thighs and caught his lips in a kiss. He was shocked but also relieved that he didn’t get rejected. You pulled away, desperate to get air into your lungs.

“I have loved you for the longest time, Peter. You are my best friend and I trust you with everything. God, I wish you would’ve told me that you loved me sooner.” Y/N said, cutting her speech short, being desperate for another kiss. Peter pulled away with a sharp gasp, needing air. The two just smiled at each other, foreheads pressed against one another. Both of the teens were panting from the heated kiss. “And you should also be glad that Spider-Man is one of my favorite superheros.” She said, making Peter laugh.


Let’s have a look at what Missy had to go through in The Doctor Falls and the end of World Enough and Time.

Missy was genuinely trying to do well in the Doctor’s little test. She went out of her way to explain shit to random snacks and actively tolerated people she’d normally kill for the lols. When she finally ran into herself you could clearly see that she was not amused at all. the look she gives the Master is a, ‘you better not be here to fuck up my day’ look.

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When the Master starts to torment Missy with what he did to Bill she knows that all the effort she’s put in with the Doctor is about to crumble around her. She has to stand there and take what the Master says without showing her hand because she knows that biding her time and staying on the Master’s side is the only way that she can protect the Doctor.

Then she has to stand there with the Master while he verbally abuses the Doctor, knowing full well that the Doctor is going to assume the worst of her. She endures those sad eyes and who-knows-what in response from the Doctor.

Following that Missy must partake in the physical beating of the Doctor - someone she has clearly grown to love - if not actively in love with. If she doesn’t hit him, repeatedly, the Master will assume that she’s on the Doctor’s side. If she ends up tied up as well then there’s no hope - so she plays along - beating him with her umbrella. She does the best she can - knocking the Doctor onto the keyboard so that he can re-programme the Cybermen.

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After that, on the balcony, she has to assist the Master in tormenting the Doctor verbally. This would be just as bad because Missy knows how much the Doctor’s companions mean to him and the longer she continues this charade, the more likely the Doctor is to never forgive her for the mistakes of her past. She probably already assumes that the damage done to their relationship is fatal yet she continues to try and save him the only way she knows how.

When she gets her chance to free the Doctor, she does. As soon as the Master wakes up, she has to try and ingratiate herself back toward the Master to keep an eye on him without risking a full scale confrontation.

For the next two weeks at the farm it falls to Missy to keep an eye on the Master. In order to do this she basically has to abandon the Doctor’s side and play mediator between them. She can’t be honest with the Doctor because the Master will sense her disloyalty and remember - Missy’s probably still trying to play the Master for their Tardis.

Originally posted by doctorwhogeneration

There are several other scenes scattered throughout with Missy’s changed behaviour shows through and then she quickly corrects it for the benefit of the Master (see her referring to Bill as ‘she’ instead of ‘it’).

Then she has to put up with the Master’s overt sexual overtones toward her while she is effectively baby-sitting him to make sure that he doesn’t do anything like kill the locals for the hell of it. She ends up showing her cards by giving the Master the device to fix the Tardis. In order for Missy to survive to reach this point in her time stream she knows she has to get the Master out of the spaceship. Considering everything is about to go to hell she basically nudges him on his way.

Originally posted by timclady

Worse, she is faced with the prospect of killing herself in order to make sure that the universe is not left with the violent version of the Master loose without the Doctor to keep him in check. She knows that there is a very good chance that no one is making it off the ship alive so at least this way, Missy knows that the only version of the Master that survives is her - the version that sought out the Doctor instead of burning the stars.

One of the worst things she had to face is the goodbye to the Doctor. She wants to do as promised - to stand with him - but she has to turn him down to make sure that the above happens without the Master becoming suspicious of her motivations. You could see how much it hurt her to say no to the Doctor.

We know she planned on coming straight back to stand with the Doctor but never got the chance. So as the final part Missy died alone, killed by herself and knowing full well that the Doctor, whom she lied to in order to protect, would think the worst of her.

Throughout the entire experience she showed at tremendous amount of fortitude and courage. She faced her darkest demons - alone - and won. I can’t help but think that when Missy said, “I know I’m going to die.” I think she meant her real death - her end - because part of her remembers what happened or at the very least had a feeling that this was coming. Like a storm.

It’s the age of question - if you play a game of chess against yourself - who wins?

Originally posted by savingpltravers

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She had grown used to this feeling of absolute worthlessness and loneliness. It wasn’t new to feel unloved, for the thing she loved put her through hell and back on a daily basis. She knew loving him was a death sentence, but she craved the attention he gave her, and even if it wasn’t real love at least it felt like it sometimes.

The other times it was just a waiting game, see how long it took for him to show back up in her life and ruin all the progress that she had made trying to show herself that she didn’t need him. However, she did, and always caved when he opened up his arms with that grin. It filled her up with false hope that maybe he felt the same about her that she did about him, but as she sat here for the third day in a row alone, those hopes left her.

Wrapping the blanket around her tighter, she squeezed her eyes shut and mentally called out to him. She cried out his name, echoing in her brain that she prayed would call to his attention.

"You called, babydoll?” static filled the air as he stepped in front of her, unravelling her from the cocoon she had secured herself into, pulling her into his arms and holding her close to his chest.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispered, nuzzling her face into his chest. He smelled of blood and felt tense, though he was gradually easing up every second he held his beloved to his chest.

“I know, and I’m sorry, doll,” he sighed, moving one hand up her back to slowly card her hair through his fingers. Every bit of stress drained from his body as he pressed his nose to her hair, inhaling the smell of his own shampoo in her hair. She smelled like every bit of familiarity he had left, like an anchor to the home he always felt was slipping away from him.

Meanwhile, he was everything wrong with her. He was so unfamiliar, pulling her away from everything she knew was safe and right, but at the same time he was everything she ever wanted. He offered her a sense of safety and security, she knew with him that he was the only thing that would ever be able to cause her harm in this world.

‘Where have you been, Anti?“ she choked out, tears filling her eyes, "where have you been for the past days?”

He knew that she didn’t really care where he had been, she just wanted to know why he was leaving her so often. This was one of the times she wanted him to lie to protect her from getting hurt, but he knew that there was a point where he just couldn’t do that anymore.

“I had a job, baby,” Anti’s voice was scratchy and like that of static, however it remained soft, “there was some work I had to take care of, some presences that I’ve had to meet up with. You know how the jobs can get…”

“I do know, but please just stop leaving me,” her voice was absolutely destroyed, for a moment it seemed to be holding up but suddenly it shattered like glass and she just began trembling violently, “I can’t keep living like this, Anti! I try so hard to get over you but then you come back in just when I think I’m getting better and then I just become this dependent mess and I just can’t fucking deal with it anymore!”

The girl was out of breath, her sentence dragging on so long that she had to pause before continuing. Of course, Anti was quick to respond, pushing her back from him while keeping his arms around her waist. He put a cold hand to her cheek, bright green eyes flickering like broken television screens as he tried to read his mess of a lover.

“Doll, breath,” he spoke, body seeming to shift out of place as he glitched in place. Anti seemed like nothing more than a nightmare, a computer virus-like demon that she had been so idiotic to fall in love with. His sweet talk and charm had lead her into a spider web of horror that he didn’t know he had spun.

Perhaps Anti had never meant anything of making her fall in love with him. He didn’t cause this, she had just blindly convinced herself that maybe she could change him for the better or teach the heartless how to love. How foolish, to think that anyone such as him could love her.

How foolish… to think anyone could love her.

“I don’t want to!” she spat back, too much on her mind to think of anything else, “I’m so helplessly in love with you and I can’t help but regret it, because I know you can’t love me back! I know you’re not capable of love, and I know it was fucking stupid of me to think that maybe I was different and maybe I could’ve changed you. I know that I’m no different from anyone that you’ve loved in the past, or maybe even if I am it’s just my unstable behavior. I’m so sorry for the shit I put you through because I just want you to love me back!”

The dark void that consumed the place where Anti’s heart throbbed, absorbing every word that had been thrown out at him. He felt powerless for once in his life, so completely broken down by the words of a hurting girl that he wanted nothing more than to protect.

Some long lost time ago in some long abandoned place, he made some long forgotten promise to a girl that he would protect her from all harm, not knowing that he was just shielding her from everything except for him.

He spoke her name, whispered it so softly and held her so gently so that he wouldn’t make her hurt anymore.

“I love you with all my piece of shit, fucked up heart.”

She didn’t speak, didn’t look at him, didn’t breath, just stared off out the window and listened to the static that surrounded him. It all felt so heavy, this weight baring down on her that she had grown numb to feeling pressure against. The hands and arms tangling her in a cold embrace were barely there, just enough pressure that she knew he was there but not enough to ground her.

He waited for her to say anything, waited for her to say that she loved him too or that she was finally leaving him. He waited for her to scream and lash out. He waited for anything, he was prepared for anything other than the silence that followed his statement. The way it was left hanging in the air, not accepted or denied, it taunted him and he knew that she knew this too.

For he was ready for the words that would eventually pour out of her mouth, he was ready for them to tear him down and make him sob even though he hadn’t felt emotions in a long time. Everything about this silly girl he loved made him feel things he didn’t even know he could. Such guilt and sadness flowed through him when he saw the tears that he caused, but he never did anything about it. He knew sorry didn’t mean anything if he kept doing it, but he kept saying empty promises in a desperate attempt to keep his love safe from getting hurt by him.

However, in an attempt to put her back together he ended up breaking her down. He knew it was getting too late to undo the pain he’d caused, but he would try if she let him. Even a monster like himself couldn’t bear to see those he loved in pain, it was too much for him to handle. The thought of the emotions that would come was almost as terrifying as the lack of it.

Until that wall of silence broke, and his beloved looked him in the eyes with this broken expression. She was smiling, but it was going to shatter if he even took a breath. Despite no longer crying, she looked as if she would completely break down again if he moved a single inch. So he stayed still, kept his eyes locked against hers and just listened for once in his life. He didn’t make an effort to console her, just watched as she closed her mouth and opened it once more to speak.

“You could break my heart into a million tiny pieces and I would just put them back into your hands.”

He wished the silence would come back, because now everything was deafening. Her heartbeat was pounding, a steady thump-thump-thump that held the only rhythm in the mess of sound around him. Thunder crashed from outside as rain forcefully hit the window. His own sound of static was drowned out by the sound of both of their breathing.

Anti pressed his forehead to hers, feeling her legs go weak under her so he pulled her body ever closer to his own. Her eyes stayed on his, dilated pupil consuming every bit of light that radiated off of his body and reflecting the intense pain she was feeling.

“I don’t want to hurt you anymore, my love,” he whispered.

“But what if you do?” her voice betrayed her calm appearance.

“Teach me not to,” Anti pleaded, “please teach me how to keep you safe from myself.”

“I will,” she promised, blinking away tears, “if you promise me that you love me and won’t leave me.”

“I love you more all the stars in the sky, my love. I will never leave you again unless I have no choice, I promise you.”

“I love you too.”

I just realized something about the media showing up at my house those nearly 3 years ago now. I didn’t call them, they just showed up. And while it’s highly possible Taylor figured that would happen knowing how they chase down all she does, she also led them away from us earlier. She lied to the paps about where she was going as they followed her out of her home that day and lead them away because while she was “used to it” (which itself is upsetting), she didn’t want to scare Leyton. There was no “look at me!”; she did something kind for the safety and security of my son. I was tired and emotional and looked like hell, and they just showed up (I had a publicly listed address and they found me.) When I think about how some people speculate that the car crash scene in the LWYMMD music video is symbolic of the “media attention whore” reputation, it breaks my heart. It’s just not true. 

The more I think about it, the more I realize internally I probably didn’t really WANT to talk to them, not because I didn’t want to give Taylor the amazing credit she deserved for it, but because I knew the years of crap they had put her through and how they misconstrued EVERYTHING. That’s why, although it seems almost impossible to misconstrue something so giving into something bad, the one thing I said before talking to ANYONE was “I want it absolutely known that everything she did and does is with the purest heart”.  I remember this clearly, and I remember still worrying that they’d get it wrong. I recall the literal FEAR of talking to the media because of how they always seemed to be able to twist ANYTHING she did. I couldn’t blame her one bit if she got to the point where she was afraid to do the same.

anonymous asked:

Oh my god! I love your writings, you're the main reason I need holy water when reading your fics! You know your iconic Push Over Smut?? C-Can I request Gang Member Jimin...( has me in feels!) like the reader actually gets kidnapped by a rival gang and he goes to save her ? We see a sexy ass fuming jimin with his gang kicking everyone's ass to get his baby back? OH MY GOD IM ON FIRE JUST TYPING THIS

My girl(Jimin’s POV):

“She’s where?!” I asked in frustration, my hands moving to tug through my freshly dyed blonde locks.

“She is with the black knight’s leader sir.” One of my men said nervously on the phone, I could hear how hesitant he was probably in fear that I would fire him. Or worse kill him. It had been a few days since I saw her, she had been gone snatched from me like a dream that I didn’t want to wake up from. Growling low in my throat I asked him again the full situation demanding answers as I pieced it together.

“And how did this happen? Who let it happen?’ I questioned standing up pacing the spot of my grand bedroom, one that felt too empty with the news of my other half being gone.

“S-she went shopping sir, and the mall became too crowded and in a split second she was gone from the view of both men.” The male answered still cautious of what to say. I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to not let the anger and rage boom from my voice as I shut my eyes for a moment and slowly opened them.

“Call Yoongi. We need to move out soon.” I said with an icy voice ending the call quickly. I was beyond frustrated in that moment. There were no words to describe how I was feeling. How could they be so careless letting her get that ahead of them that in the split second she was gone.  And not to mention one of my most deadly rivals had her in their possessions. What did they want with her? I had no fucking idea but I knew they would stop at no means to make my life a living hell and I was not about to let that happen with my baby girl.

I moved around changing into straight black, leather pants and a short sleeved black shirt with a studded black leather jacket. White shocks but black combat boots even going so far as to change my studs to black. Tonight, was going to be a messy night and I refused to wear anything that would show the hell I was about to put them through. My anger slowly started to dissipate when I heard the deep voice of my right-hand man outside of the door. Yoongi gave one knock before he was bursting through the door looking at me with disheveled black hair, he was in all black as well a simple button up shirt and loose-fitting jeans. His gun was tucked into his right side, the grip was the only part I could see but I could tell from the fire in his eyes he meant business.

“This shouldn’t have happened.” He stated through clenched teeth. My girl was like a younger sister to Yoongi and he always promised to protect her even if it came down to him giving his own life. I nodded with agreement as I headed towards him embracing him and a simple hand shake before he clapped my back and we started to ascend in to the hallway and descend down the flight of steps that I had.

“I know it shouldn’t have happened and no matter what they have to pay with their lives. The fact that he took something that I loved and he is using her against me. She is mine. All mine and now he is treading on the line of what’s mine and fucking not his or theirs.” I could feel my anger slowly seeping into my body again, my fists clenched my nails digging into my flesh. Yoongi must have felt the air change because soon he was turning to me patting me on the top of my head and I had to bite back a bark of annoyance at him.

“It’ll be fine. We will get her back.” Yoongi promised as we met a few other of my men and we walked towards the car.

It didn’t take us long to get to where we needed to be, the briefing on the events that took place made me more than unhappy and I knew that when this was over all of my staff that was not immediate was fired. It seemed that they were dancing with fire, playing a dangerous game and they had failed to obey my orders and keep my one prized trophy safe. She was my world and everything in between. I had loved her since we were first approaching our high school years. She had been the air I breathed, the purity to my dark and tainted world. And she accepted me, let me in and allowed me to love her to the best of my abilities. I couldn’t ask for more seeing her beautiful face and perfect frame. She was the completed part to my puzzle. We were a true Bonnie and Clyde, I just tried to keep certain things pg13 around her. Walking towards the abandoned gym, Yoongi lifted his foot giving two hard kicks to the door before it was opening slowly revealing the inside of the run-down place. I was the first to enter, following any movement or sound that I thought I could hear. We looked around splitting up and searching for where she could have been. My heart raced, I was scared and that much I could admit. The more we looked for her, the more I panicked. She had to be here. She just had to, I didn’t have time to go around the whole city searching for her. My world was getting scary and starting to seem to small and exposed without her. My world wasn’t complete without her and I needed her beside me right now and it was making me feel a bit uncomfortable with how I couldn’t breathe at the thought of losing her.

“JIMIN!” A loud cry erupted that stopped me in my tracks. I looked around, feeling a drop of cold sweat run down my body as I listened to her cry. Terror gripped me. I can’t even describe the pit that sunk in my stomach. I ran, I didn’t even know where I was going but I ran. Another shout out loud of a broken sob and it vibrated against the walls. I was so confused- I didn’t know which way to go, I was just running wherever my feet were taking me.

“You’re going the wrong way.” Yoongi urged in a harsh tone pulling me towards him before he was pulling me down the hallway in the other direction. We ran together, our feet piercing the ground with quick motions as we got to my baby. The moment we arrived the rest of my men were already there, with one kick to the door it was opening revealing a pair of ten men in the room. All it took was one look of her on the floor with a handkerchief around her neck and hands bound behind her back for me to completely snap. She only had on bra and panties and they look a bit torn. The thought of that fucker putting his hand on my girl repulsed me so much that I lunged forward not thinking of the consequences for my actions. The next moment was a blur, everyone fighting and yelling, a few gun shots sounded off the walls at well.

When I got back to the house I can’t even tell you how we ended up in my bed. All I know was that I hated seeing her so scared and shaken up. I hate that she clung to me so desperately as if she couldn’t trust the outside world. I hated that she was afraid to even come in my house clinging onto Yoongi. He should never have to ask her if she wanted to stay with him for a while.             She shouldn’t have been afraid of my men who I hired to protect her. I wanted to make her forget it all. I wanted her to just be happy, to just be in my arms and feeling safe again. As soon as I got her behind closed doors, I handled a few things making sure that we had trusted guards around the house and the others who let her get kidnapped she had the choice to fire or shoot them. I left it completely up to my doll.

She was beautiful laying under me, bare and naked the fresh shower living up her skin a bit. She smelled of me again, her wet hair pressing against the silk sheets that missed the warmth of her embrace. I leaned down first pressing kisses against her lips, and then lower my mouth went over her collarbones and down her body towards her heat. My tongue delved inside of her tight wet walls missing the place that was home to it and my rock-hard dick. While I feasted on her nectar my hand stroked my own aching shaft. I needed her, I was too impatient to take it slow. Especially with how she cried out my name, her hands tangling into my hair. Her legs squeezing around my head she was so fucking beautiful. Her perky nipples standing taught and hard just wanting more attention that I was eager to give. Kissing up her body I took one of her nipples into my mouth feeding as if I was a new born child. My dick lining up with her soaked entrance, the juices sliding from her pussy onto the sheets. Slowly, I slid into her feeling the warm velvet walls wrap around my shaft and it had been a while since I felt such things. I gripped at her hips, letting my hands trail to hook under her knees and pressing my hands against the mattress I let her have it. Fucking into her hard and fast, jackhammering and drilling my dick into the depths of her warm soft walls. She was so wet, she was so eager to take me, losing herself under me with needy moans and cries of my name. My head tipped back as she dug her nails into my skin, I could feel the tightening of her muscles around my pulsing shaft and I pounded harder, fucking her into the mattress needing to hear my name sound off her lips. Needing to hear how she would become incoherent and a complete mess for me. I loved watching her come undone. One of my hands moved down to her throbbing swollen clit, I knew she needed it tonight. Usually I made her cum untouched but I wanted to heighten her tonight. Shifting my hips, I started to grind into her, making sure she could feel everything my dick had to offer; every vein bump and ridge she needed to remember again. Her breast bounced up and down as I sucked hungrily on her flesh, implanting this image back into my mind as I fucked her with all my might. She was close, that much I could tell. I wanted her to cum, I wanted her to give it all to me once again. I needed it more than anything. With a few more thrusts she was cumming onto my shaft and I was holding her close swallowing all her eager cries with my lips. I made sure to give her a few more strokes, spilling my warm fluids into her pussy. I held her close, my hips becoming an erratic mess as I slowed them down. Riding out our orgasms together I made sure she was sated before I pulled back to lay beside her. Not before watching my cum seep out of her pink pussy, it looked so beautiful, just want I needed to feel better.

Pulling her into my arms I made sure they didn’t lay a finger on her, it didn’t matter anyways I’m sure the ones who were left alive knew better than to come for me and my world again. Playing in her hair I allowed her to drift off to sleep, she would need it for the night I had in store for her anyway.                                                          

who’s scruffy looking?

in which clarke has ~a thing~ for bellamy’s beard

happy late birthday to @prosciuttoe​; sorry this isn’t furry enough for you 🌚

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As with most things, Raven is partially to blame.

(“I don’t understand why you’re also blaming me ,” mutters Miller mulishly, “ She’s the one who made the bet with him. I had nothing to do with their bullshit ideas.”

“You spurred them on,” says Clarke, and he rolls his eyes, but doesn’t deny it.)

It starts when Miller returns from vacationing with his dad up in the mountains sporting a full beard.

His beard isn’t really anything new to them- normally he just errs on the side of scruffy, but has been known to grow it out once in a while, especially back when they were in college- so there’s just the general ribbing and maybe one or two pointed comments dropped by Monty before they ignore it.

And then Bellamy gets drunk.

Bellamy doesn’t usually get drunk when they go out; in fact he’s usually the one still annoyingly sober while they do stupid shit like climbing up on the tables or trying to rewire the jukebox. But it is the start of summer break and all his AP students passed their exams so if there was an occasion for overdoing the celebratory drinking, this would be it.

Drunken Bellamy is even sort of cute, far more tactile and vocal about his affection. Which is why it’s no surprise that as the night wears on, they find him gently stroking Miller’s cheek murmuring all sorts of nonsense while Miller looks three seconds away from throttling him. Clarke sneaks a picture. She’s totally going to use this in a mood board when his birthday comes around.

“I’m so jealous of your beard,” he slurs, just a little, and Miller slaps his fingers away. “I’ve always wanted a beard.”

“I don’t know if you’ve realised this,” says Raven, dropping in from seemingly out of nowhere, “But you’ve got all the components you need to grow a beard, Blake.”

Miller snorts at the exact same moment Bellamy’s face falls. “Yeah, no. Theoretically he might have them but trust me on this. Blake is as bare faced as they come.”

Raven’s eyes practically light up at that and her head snaps back to look at him. “You can’t grow a beard?” she asks delightedly.

“Of course I can grow a beard,” he grumbles.

“Then how come we’ve never seen you with one?”

“Because it’s uncomfortable .”

“Uh huh, sure. That’s why.” She lifts an eyebrow. “I bet you can’t grow a full beard like Miller’s before the month’s up.”

“Easiest fucking bet you’ve ever made, Reyes,” says Miller, and Bellamy elbows him in the ribs.

“I can totally grow a beard in the next three weeks,” he protests. “I don’t need to prove that to you.”

“Methinks the man doth protests too much,” she says in a sing-song voice, and his scowl deepens.

“I’m not protesting. And that’s not the quote.”

“Come on,” she wheedles, “Fifty bucks says you can’t.”

He glowers at her for one last moment before finally caving. “Fine,” he sighs, sticking his hand out for her to shake. She does so rather enthusiastically and Clarke already knows that this is going to be a disaster. “I’ll take your stupid bet.”

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Strange Feelings|| Draco Malfoy

I think this is my lognest imagines I have ever done! Anyways this was requested, so enjoy!Xo Requests are OPEN! draco malfoy x hufflepuff reader. I added few more things to the request than it was asked, ahah anyways enjoy the imagine!xo

Originally posted by amaranthinedraco

Morning was Y/N Y/L/N favourite time of a day. She loved listening to the sound of birds as they chirped, so alive and happy. A new song everyday, slightly different melody, a slightly different day.

The sun is calm in the morning, the breeze is steady. A gentle stream of light rolling through the blinds from the window.

Not ready to open her eyes, or wake up completely, she listens to the chirping and the light snores that come from the rest of the girls.

Fluttering her eyes open, her gaze falling upon the sun shadows created. She knew it was an early morning as everyone was still asleep. Finally, stretching she got out of her bed and went to change.


Everyone started to gather in the great hall for breakfast. Y/N was one of the firsts to join the breakfast early. She wasn’t a fond of loud areas, so the earlier she is the quicker she can get away from the loud crowds.

Although this spring morning was different; someone so peculiar, so handsome had caught her eye. She knew very well who he was and what he’s like. But today something made her look, observe him?

She didn’t know what it was but it seemed like she wanted - did care about him. Though one question rang in her head, ‘why though?’ What was it about him that she seemed so interested?

She didn’t know what it was, but she wanted to know more. It was like she discovered a new book that she wanted to explore and discover everything. It was same with Draco. Yes, you heard correctly, the one and only Draco Malfoy. Is the guy she wanted to know more about.

She knew that he could be an ass sometimes, okay most of the times.That wasn’t the point, she knew that she could look past that; all the bullying he has done.

Even though she despised bullies or anyone whose nasty really. She wanted to give Draco a chance. She wanted to see if he could act kind and not name some student a ‘mudblood’ as he does.

She wanted to know if he had a different side that he doesn’t show to anyone. Despite everything she knew that it couldn’t happen, she wasn’t even friends with him nor an acquaintance.

Yes, she has worked with him before in Potions but that didn’t count he barely spoke to her anyway.

She spotted the platinum boy walk into the great hall with Blaise on his side. He took his seat at the Slytherin table. He even looked good when he eats. Though Y/N, Woah okay where that came from? She’s usually never the obsessive type.

She shook her head and carried on eating her toast. When all of the sudden her toast was grabbed by her hand and thrown on the table. She instantly knew who it was, she didn’t even need to look.

“Trying to get even more fat, mud blood?” the Slytherins voice hissed with venom.

“Just leave me alone, please” she mumbled her hair covering her face, so the Slytherin couldn’t see the tears that wanted to fall.

“Awww is our little mud-blood begging now, you are a disgrace. I think you should know that” his voice sounded to truthful and evil.

She never admitted it to anyone that she got bullied, she didn’t need pity to stay strong. She was fine without it.

This Slytherin boy; that she didn’t know the name of bullied her since the second year when he had to work with her in potions. That when it all started, the names the bullying. No one did anything, I mean who wanted to help someone like me?

“Are you going to say anything, you can’t even defend yourself. I knew Hufflepuff’s were weak” he spat grabbing hold of my hair making me look at him. My heart beating so loud that it was sure everyone the great hall could hear. I could feel all the eyes on us.

I closed my eyes letting the tears roll down my rosy cheek. I heard him chuckle seeing his victim cry over him. The grip tightened on her hair and she whimpered in pain.

“Please let go” she begged, she didn’t want to she never wanted to look weak but today was different. She was weak and she’s not going to deny it. She just wanted for it to be over so she can carry on with her day.

“Filthy. Little Mudblood” he said dragging every word to make it stuck on her head. He let go of her and strolled away proudly like he achieved something was so impossible.

The chats filled the hall once again and it was like nothing ever happened. She wiped the tears away lifting her head up she made eye contact with Draco; he seemed concerned? But it quickly faded away when he looked away.

She grabbed my bag and walked out the hall trying not to slip the tears. She ran all the way to the toilet and sat in the corner placing her head on her knees, finally letting the tears that formed in her eyes to fall.

Why did always happen to her, she thought. Why did she have to be a muggle-born? That day she cried all day not even attending any of the classes. But what she didn’t know, that a certain platinum boy has noticed it.


A few days later and the Slytherin boy has stopped bothering her, which of course made her relieved but confused at the same time.

She had potions today and she was partners with Draco, Professor chose the partners and of course, she was with Draco. At first, she felt nervous not wanting to mess up the potion or act like a fool around him.

Being shy and quiet has its own perks: one of them being observing others. Yes, Y/N does observe a lot of people and notice the tiny little changes in everyone. So don’t try and hide from Y/N because she will notice it without you knowing.

Just like she noticed Draco’s behaviour, he seems more distanced towards everyone and he goes on without calling someone names for more than a lesson like usually would.

It weirded Y/N out, not that she dislikes it, it the opposite really. She likes his kind side which she still wants to learn. But it weird seeing the Draco Malfoy being so quiet his usual confident posture has turned into slouching and his nasty remarks turned into silences.

He didn’t even bother Harry, the one and only Harry Potter.I think even the golden trio is suspicious.

She carried on walking towards Potions seeing Draco already there, making her little heart beat quicker than normal. She took her seat next to him, it like he didn’t even notice her presence.

She thought about, saying hello but would that be weird. Would he say hello back? Gaining courage she sat up straight and faced him.

“Hello Draco” her voice startled him oblivious to her presence of course. He scanned her with his eyes up and down, then remember it was the Hufflepuff girl from the great hall who got was bullied by that Slytherin boy, Matt was his name. He knew about the bullying. Of course, he knew, he would always see him calling her mudblood or using physical abuse towards her. But he never did anything because of hated Muggle-borns, well that what he thought anyway.

He scoffed in response but she didn’t react instead she smiled at him and got up to get the ingredients needed for the lesson. Draco was confused as to why she didn’t say anything or even frown! Did she not care? He shook his head trying not to get distracted by something to useless.

She placed the ingredients and asked him politely if he could pass the book which was near him. He, of course, scoffed again and did not pass it. She kept her smile on and went around the table to grab it. That was the first day she was so kind to him. She always was but today it seemed like, she cared?

This was a retinue for Y/N now, she carried on being kind to him for a couple of weeks now when it all turned north.

“Hello Draco, how are you?” she asked smiling her eyes seem full of life and happiness. Whereas Draco’s was the total opposite, dull. They didn’t have that little spark in them that Y/N loved she was the first one to notice it and the first one to notice when it vanished.

“Don’t talk to me, you filthy little mud-blood” he spat and looked away looking elsewhere away from her.

She didn’t care that he called her that, yes of course it hurt but she didn’t show it. She put a smile on her face and carried on making the potion. Through out making the potion, Draco noticed that she was happy. If anyone called her mud-blood she would usually feel down all day. Although she wasn’t, she had a beautiful smile dancing on her lips, thought Draco. He freaked out that he thought about her this way so out of control he poured some Potion over her making her scream and everyone looks their way.

“What the hell!” she shouted wiping the liquid off of her eyes.

Draco seemed almost shocked he grabbed his stuff and stormed out of the classroom. Professor tried to quiet down the students but it defiantly wasn’t working.

She ran out the classroom with tears in her eyes. He has called her names before but he never took it that far with humiliating her in front of everyone. She ran into the same bathroom she always cries in whenever Matt bullies her. She sat in the corner and let the tears roll. She was tired of everything, the bullying, the humiliation.

Why couldn’t she be pureblood? Everything would be so much easier, right?

From that day she stopped all contacts with Draco, she didn’t smile at him anymore nor greet him with happiness in your eyes. She just sat there without feeling anything towards. She will admit she still has feelings for the platinum boy, but she didn’t dare smile at him. She didn’t want to seem like she’s obsessed with him.

Draco noticed and he didn’t want to say it, but he missed looking at your eyes and seeing sparks of happiness, he missed hearing your laugh when you told him cheesy jokes even though he never replied to you. He was smiling inside, he wanted to laugh along with you at your jokes. But he knew better than be friends with a muggle-born.


Y/N was sat by the black lake listening to bird chirping a warm breeze passing by. It was a Saturday morning she didn’t have anything planned for today, so what better than sit by the black lake and enjoy the warm weather.

She hasn’t spoken to Draco for a month now, she’s not going to lie and say that she hasn’t missed him because she has. Even if he wouldn’t say anything, just by knowing that he seemed a little bit better with her presence made me light up.

Now it was gone, the tiny little smile that Y/N would catch on Draco whenever she made a joke made her swoon with a jolt of happiness and excitement. She wanted to change him, she wanted to show his kind side. But it difficult and she thought wrong.

She heard footsteps behind her and ignored them thinking it was some student, whenever she’s by the lake she would usually be greeted by some of her housemates or someone from a different house.

So she didn’t worry if someone would see her there, she was stuck in her own dreamy thoughts.

“Y/N….” The voice sounded so familiar yet so different.

Carefully she turned her head to see the once neat, hair in place boy was now only his white blouse hair messed up his hands trembling as he looked straight at me.

Confusion was written on her face, why was Draco here? And second of all, he knew her name! Okay, let not freak out shall we thought Y/N.

She stood up and ambled towards him keeping a normal distance between them. It looked like he cried for hours, was he crying? But why?

“Draco, what happened? What wrong?” she asked looking down at his now quivering lip. He took a step closer to her and gazed at her beautiful eyes that he loved so much.

“Draco..” she mumbled not knowing what to say or do.

“Shhh” he quickly responded and embraced her in a tight hug nuzzling his head into her neck. She didn’t respond straight away but after a few seconds she wrapped her around him and got more comparable in his embrace.

Draco wants for everything to just disappear just for a second, he felt like at home with her. She made his blood simmer in a way that no one could. Not in like an angry way, but loving way.

The weight he has been carrying from the tasks he had to and even trying to hex Potter, really made him unrelaxed. He just wanted to live like a normal boy, he just needed love, affection!

But all he got was glares or frightened looks sent to him because he was a Malfoy and he was tired of it all he wanted was to be loved and receive affection from someone who loves him just the way he is.

“Draco what happened? We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to” she said looking up at him.

“I- I don’t really want to talk about it Y/N and before you say anything I’m sorry for the things I called you and pouring the potion all over you. I freaked out and I didn’t know what to do” he said whiles looking very genuine he had a sorry look in his eyes.

“I forgive you Draco, I know you didn’t mean any of it anyways” she beamed whiles as she stared at his grey eyes.

“Hey, how about a date with me at Hogsmeade?” he asked still having his hands wrapped around me.

“I would love to join you Draco” She replied grinning like a little kid on a Christmas morning.

Draco was wrong from the beginning, she’s worth every risk.

this is a mendel weisenbachfeld appreciation post

 i’ve gone to psychotherapy– and also a psychiatrist– for nearly three years now, and though i’m definitely not an expert by any means, i want to address a couple of things about Mendel being considered a “bad psychiatrist.”

sometimes distinctions between things in psychology can be sort of confusing, so if you’re not sure what a psychiatrist really does, i’m here to help! 

a psychotherapist is a person who is a pro in dealing with mental health, and through various different therapy methods, help people overcome psychological problems– or sometimes just help people cope with life. you might see a psychotherapist if you’re depressed, or are going through a divorce, or are just really really stressed and don’t know how to handle life’s curveballs. 

a psychiatrist is a doctor who has specialized in treating mental illness, usually with some sort of medication, like an antidepressant. these guys have an MD and have had to go through med school and done a residency and all that fun stuff. they’ve decided to specialize in psychiatry. however, some psychiatrists also offer to do talk therapy with patients, like Mendel does with Marvin. so Mendel Weisenbachfeld has an MD, y’all. the dude is just as much of a doctor as Charlotte. 

in my case, i go to a psychotherapist for my talk/cognitive-behavioral therapy, and i go to a psychiatrist just to deal with the medication aspect of things. moving on….

i will say that i do not think that Mendel’s behavior regarding Trina initially was the best when it comes to ethics, to put it mildly– y’know, asking your client if his wife “sleeps in the nude” is kind of…yikes. i would not do what he did. i would never want to! he definitely shouldn’t have gotten involved with a client’s wife while still seeing that client, because that tries his impartiality. ethics are tricky, though– i have to remind everyone that they aren’t black and white. there’s a huge grey area when it comes to them, and i think Mendel’s behavior is sort of within those murky waters. remember, i don’t think he was necessarily expecting Trina to sort of barge into his office in a bit of a panic about Jason. he’s been Marvin’s psychiatrist “for years,” and surely he’s heard a lot about Trina. considering that Marvin and Trina aren’t on the greatest of terms– well, that’s going to skew how Marvin talks about her. he’s going to focus on the negative. and, as a result, Mendel is left with an impression of Trina that is heavily influenced by how Marvin perceives her. imagine hearing about how terrible a person is for years…and then they show up, and you talk with them, and you think, “hey, they’re not actually that much of a shitty person???” Mendel sure as hell had to reconcile what Marvin told him about Trina with what he actually saw and observed with Trina. i’m sure that threw him for a loop, to put it mildly! in fact, i think a lot of Mendel’s talk about Trina in “Marvin at the Psychiatrist” is him trying to work through that “what the fuck???” feeling– with some attraction to Trina, thrown in, of course. does that confusion absolve his shady ethics? no, it absolutely does not, and i am not trying to defend that. he toed– and downright crossed–some lines. again, it is a grey area that is tricky to navigate. thank god Mendel at least made sure to not continue treating Marvin or Jason after becoming romantically involved with Trina. 

 but Mendel isn’t a bad psychiatrist in the way he deals with both Jason and Marvin.

 the way Mendel interacts with Jason during Jason’s therapy is interesting. he is, from what i can tell, trying to teach Jason not to let his anxiety control him. the “feel alright for ten minutes/twenty minutes/etc.” is him saying to Jason, “yes, okay, you have these feelings, and that’s okay that you have these feelings. but instead of worrying about what you can’t control, think about now.” Mendel also tells Jason, "nobody’s screaming at you, nobody’s yelling at you, look around you!” which, to me, is indicative of Mendel telling Jason that he’s not under any imminent threat and if he could calm down and be mindful of what’s going on in the present, his anxiety won’t be so pressing. mindfulness is an actual thing that i have been taught by my own therapist! Jason seems very comforted by that fact! by the end of the song, he is considerably more cheerful. 

during “Everyone Hates His Parents,” Mendel recognizes that Jason is clearly overwhelmed with all of Marvin and Trina’s fighting over the bar mitzvah. when he says, “Jason, i am agitato grande/Jason, i am muy disgutante/and muy disappointe/and muy nauseatus,” he’s referring to how he is disgusted by Marvin and Trina’s behavior, and promptly takes care to assure Jason that “everyone hates his parents.”  When Marvin and Trina get too overwhelming for Jason, Mendel literally removes them from Jason’s presence– “I’m a psychiatrist, get lost!”– and continues to comfort Jason by letting him know “this too shall pass.” by the end, Jason isn’t angry or anxious, like he was in the beginning of the number. 

now, considering Marvin– during “Marvin at the Psychiatrist,” Mendel is asking him to truly think about his relationship with Whizzer. He asks guiding questions for Marvin to try and figure out if he wants Whizzer as a partner or not: “do you love him?/when he’s naked, does he thrill you?” and, i might add, Mendel is basically encouraging Marvin not to be ashamed of his love for Whizzer “don’t despise what you feel/love the friend, not the heel” which i find particularly interesting because i’m sure there probably weren’t a lot of gay-friendly psychiatrists back in the 70s…and Mendel doesn’t care. he is clearly very tolerant, and mature enough to put aside whatever differences he has regarding his clients, which i think is excellent for a psychiatrist. he tries hard to help Marvin figure out what he wants. and, i suppose, is also is trying to make Marvin see that his being gay is okay. he doesn’t want Marvin to “despise what [he] feels.” he wants Marvin to accept it, so Marvin can, in turn, become a healthier individual. Mendel doesn’t care whether or not Marvin is gay; Mendel wants Marvin to be able to live his life without the daunting weight of mental illness or struggle– that is literally a psychiatrist’s goal

no, Mendel is not by any means a perfect character. and that’s the point! none of the characters in Falsettos are perfect by any means! but i think it is important to take a deeper look into Mendel, and his work, and how he truly does, in his small ways, help heal the others. 

tldr: i love Mendel Weisenbachfeld and he is a wonderfully flawed character 

thanks to @moreracquetball for being lovely and helping me organize my thoughts for this!! 

Here are more of my Belle/Adam NSFW headcanons that were actually asked for this time

Quick note: The first two headcanons will probably be familiar, since I already leaked them (and also, my recent fic is based off the second headcanon lol). Enjoy the Sin™

• Some nights they take baths together, both of them seated in a tub of lukewarm water, rose petals floating on the water’s surface, dim candles flickering soft light onto the dark walls, and Belle between Adam’s legs with her back rested against his firm chest. The atmosphere of the candle-lit room always starts out serene, usually filled with quiet conversations, Adam’s fingers skimming through Belle’s damp hair and grazing his manicured nails along her scalp, as she talks enthusiastically about whatever book she is reading at the moment. She will have the book with her, of course, and Adam will happily hook his chin over her shoulder and let her read to him. Eventually, to no one’s surprise, the once tranquil room comes to life with the sounds of sloshing water, desperate sighs, and smacking lips when Adam can no longer contain the desire pooling low in his belly at the gentle, clearly articulated sound of Belle’s voice. Her intellect—for some ungodly reason—is outrageously alluring. A deft hand between her legs, a teasing mouth at her ear, and suddenly water is spilling over the tub walls and splattering onto the floor, Belle writhing as she comes undone in Adam’s arms with his name on her lips.

• He doesn’t know why it takes him so long to notice, but when she is perched upon his bare chest and tracing a gentle finger over his parted lips, it dawns over Adam that Belle is quite fixated on his mouth. And oh, the fun he has with that. It starts out subtle; him quickly licking the pad of his index finger before turning the page of his book when he knows she’s watching, and “accidentally” missing her lips when he goes in for a quick peck, instead pressing a chaste (but is it chaste?) kiss to the corner of her mouth. It is only when Belle notices a sudden new habit of his, one of which involves dragging his finger across his bottom lip while in thought (and one that has been occurring quite too often), that she starts to become suspicious. Realization strikes when she scolds Adam for saying something crude, and he smugly calls her out.

  • “That filthy mouth of yours!”
  • “You mean the one that you revere so much? Amoureux, your eyes haven’t left my lips since I entered the room. If you’re going to kiss me, please, don’t abstain any longer. I’m sure you’re starving for it.”
  • And she had never kissed him like that before. All tongue and teeth and shoulders slamming into bookshelves. And when she begs him to fuck her, he chuckles and breathes into her ear, “That filthy mouth of yours.”

• Another thing Belle is rather taken with; Adam finishing inside of her. There is something so satisfying in the way the muscles in his back tense beneath her fingers as he comes, the way he settles his hot, heavy weight on top of her after one last, deep thrust. His face always hovers briefly, mouth open soundlessly, until he buries his head against her shoulder and lets out a beautiful noise that is somehow a mixture of a moan, a growl, and a cry. She finds so much comfort in his body trembling in her arms as he tries to catch his breath, her cheek resting against his hair. She would stay there forever if she could.

• The first time they fight—and not just one of their short-lived, trifling quarrels, but a real fight that results in slamming doors and raw throats—Belle and Adam don’t speak for days. Every time they pass each other in the castle, Belle’s shoulders stiffen and Adam sticks out his chin and clenches his jaw. And it is Belle, of course, who makes a snide remark and gets the whole ball rolling once more. The servants make away with themselves when the screaming starts, and Adam is damn near ready to leave himself when Belle gets in his face, the two of them nose to nose and breathing heavily. But there is this superior twinkle in her eyes, and something in Adam snaps. The force of his lips on hers leaves them bruised in the aftermath, and their chests audibly collide when he pulls her flush against his body. They don’t make it to a bed, a piece of furniture, or even a wall, he just takes her in the middle of the floor. And at some point words of anger melt into coos of affection, rough touches turn tender, and the hard snap of his hips slows to a languid grind. That prideful twinkle in Belle’s eyes is replaced by a warm, doting glow, and the two lovers fall into a fit of giggles once they’re through; sweaty, sated, and laughing on the floor in their torn and ruffled clothes.

• Jealous!Adam :-)

• Adam takes Belle in the garden because he knows that the new gardener who has been eyeing his wife is currently trimming the hedges nearby. Belle doesn’t protest at all—she does quite the opposite, actually. If there was any doubt that the gardener didn’t hear her obscene and unabashedly loud cries of pleasure, that doubt was obliterated immediately when the gardener spotted the pair a few hours later and hastily averted his gaze.

• I have mentioned this concept a few times before, but let us just consider it again; Adam getting so overwhelmed while he is dancing with Belle, that he drags her away in the midst of a ball to an alcove just off the ballroom so he can have his way with her. He cramps her into the corner of the already confined space, pressing hot, sloppy kisses to her lips and husking out words of molten desire into her open mouth. Having her husband’s tongue inside of her is oddly much more exhilarating when the chatter of their party guests can be heard from only 15 feet away, and Belle’s orgasm takes her by surprise when she hears her father’s curious voice creeping closer to the alcove, the possibility of being caught distending between her legs and washing through her whole body in a new and alarming form of euphoria.

• Having sex in places where they can easily get caught becomes a thing for them, because hey, we all know they be kinky as hell.

• Also, um… balcony sex… (o˘◡˘o)


[Femslash February]: Matching Outfits

does anyone remember those times in like middle/high school where wearing the same outfit as someone else was considered social suicide? :P

Day 4: Matching Outfits (Chlonette)

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The moment Alya walked into the school building, she felt a hand curl around her arm and yank her into a custodial closet. Not quite the start to her morning that she had expected. 

She was a little disoriented as a mop toppled onto her head, and it wasn’t until Nino clicked on the light hanging above their heads that she saw Adrien advance on her, grab her tightly by the shoulders, and speak in a grave tone. “Where is Marinette?”

She lifted a brow. “…um, home? She’s awake, but she shows up like five minutes before class since she lives right there.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know she’s awake,” Adrien dismissed. “Listen Alya, this is very important. I need you to call Marinette right now and tell her to change outfits immediately.”

Alya’s eyes darted towards Nino, but he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looking like he was witnessing a serious interrogation with literal lives at stake. She stared back at Adrien, who was still fervently awaiting her reply. She huffed. “Okay, what the fuck is going on?”

“Alya, babe, tell Mari to change,” Nino said simply. “Apparently we’re attempting to avoid the end of the world, and it’ll make no sense for the two of us to call her and tell her this.”

“What does Marinette’s outfit have to do with the end of the world. Why are we….what the hell, guys?!”

Adrien lifted his finger in front of her face, pulled out his cellphone, scrolled through Instagram, and flipped the screen towards her. “Please observe Exhibit A.”

It was a picture of Marinette that she posted to Instagram this morning. Black knee high boots. White skirt. Black turtleneck. Pretty basic for a school outfit, nothing out of the ordinary. “Yeah, she takes morning selfies and puts then on Instagram all the time, what’s your point?”

Adrien sighed pitifully, switched screens, and showed her his phone again. Exhibit B.”

Alya squinted at the photo for a moment, and then her eyes widened in horror. “Oh shit…”

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I mean this goes without saying, but how about we start a new trend? One where we show nothing but love and respect for Taylor Swift. Because that girl wakes up every single morning to more and more ridiculous headlines. She goes about her day, doing her own thing, not bothering anyone, while there are people out there dragging her name through the mud for no reasons other than it’s the “cool thing” to do. She puts up with constant negativity, hate and rumors just for doing what she loves and being insanely successful at it. That girl has been through her own hell and back with all the crap she puts up with, and yet she wakes up every single day, ready to take on the world. The woman is inspiring and I don’t know about you, but Taylor Swift earned my love and respect a long time ago.

Remember the first  phone call we heard between Danny and Rachel, in the pilot.? The writers started to give us an impression of her character with that scene, and they chose to do that with these words from Danny: 

Danny: Rachel, don’t start with me. I left you two messages telling you you need to pick her up. Don’t tell me you had to change your plans. You send the driver for her half the time anyway

A woman who couldn’t make time to pick her daughter up from school, who preferred to send the driver anyway. A woman - we learned that in this episode, too – who took her daughter away from New Jersey, from his father and family and forced Danny to follow them and leave everything if he wanted to see his daughter, be next to her.

In episode 1x03 we got the second impression the writers wanted to give us of her character. Again, it’s Danny who delivers the line. 

Danny: Rachel is trying to take me back to court over visitation because she says that it is not safe for Grace to be around me. Like the football shooting was my fault

A woman who was ready, again, to prevent Danny and Grace from seeing each other. And she would have done it, if it wasn’t for Steve’s ties with the Governor. Remember that scene? 

Danny: Did you, uh, speak to the governor about my custody issue?

Steve: The governor doesn’t discuss her business with me. I might have heard something about Step-Stan building a new hotel and, uh, you need government approval for that.

Remember when Rachel cheated on her husband with Danny? Yeah, because she did. Because the casual viewer, the viewer who doesn’t care, can listen to Steve saying that 

“Danny got Rachel pregnant when Rachel and Stan were having a break” 

and believe that, but those who care about the show know that Stan actually believed that Charlie was his and this means he and Rachel were still having sex at the time. So much for having a break. Those who care about the show know about the vacation Rachel and Stan were having on Maui to try to save their marriage and know that, later in that episode, Steve and Danny had this conversation: 

Steve: What’s up? You and Rachel? How long has that been going on?

Danny: Uh, a little while.

Those who care know that in the next episode, Danny and Rachel had this conversation: 

Danny: What’s going on? You having second thoughts about telling Stan?

Rachel: No. That’s not it at all” […] “How do I tell Stan that I’m leaving and that I’m pregnant with your child?

So yeah, those who care know Rachel cheated on her husband, no need to retcon that…                  

Remember when Rachel chose to lie about the paternity of Charlie? And that she carried that lie for three years? Robbing a father of his son, a son of his father? Telling Stan the baby was his so he would take her back? Making Stan believe he had a son only to tell him, three years later: no, he’s not your son, you’re not a father.

Remember when she had Danny helping her delivering their baby? Remember the way Danny couldn’t even dare to touch the baby, because he didn’t feel entitled to that? How damn cruel could that be? How??

Remember that a few episodes later Rachel thought it wasn’t enough to prevent Danny from being the father of his child and she tried to take Grace away from him, as well? Again? 

Danny: The problem is that Stan just got a project in Las Vegas and they want to move, okay? And Rachel wants to take Grace off the island.

Remember that she dragged Danny to court, forcing him to fight for Grace’s custody? Remember that she didn’t have the decency to be there for the custody hearing? 

Danny: I was prepared to give my speech to Rachel, my ex, but she’s not here.

And then, after three years, she told the truth about Charlie… because Charlie was sick, because Charlie could die, and Danny was the only one who could save him. If it wasn’t for these circumstances, she would have kept lying.

The same way as she would have kept being married to Stan, if he wouldn’t have ended their marriage.

And now I can’t believe the show is clearly hinting at Danny getting back together with this woman who put him, Stan, her children, through hell, this manipulative liar who has no respect whatsoever for other people, who walks over people’s hearts like it’s nothing, who uses her children as pawns for her own interest. Who, I’m sure, I’m so sure, would hurt Danny all over again, blaming him for who he is once again, like she did in the past because Danny, well, Danny has this awful fault, you know, he’s a good man, he’s a good cop…

Danny: the truth is this is all I got. I need this. I wanna do what I’m good at, I wanna be reminded I’m good at what I do. 

… What a terrible person, huh? And what would be her next excuse for dumping him, for breaking his heart again? 

Danny would already be her second choice, because she wanted to keep her marriage with Stan going on! He was the one who asked for a divorce, not her!

So please, please! Don’t talk about love! It would be an insult to that sentiment. This has nothing to do with love. It’s just a toxic, abusive relationship that would hurt Danny so much and he really doesn’t deserve that.

It’s with a broken heart and, even if it makes me feel stupid, tears in my eyes that I’m writing this. 

I’ve been loving this show for seven years now, I still love it and I will probably love it forever. I know in my heart it has been telling the most wonderful story of love I’ve ever known, but now it feels like you’ll let lies, betrayal and emotional abuse win over true love. 

WHY is this happening? Why are you doing this to the characters? Are you really letting Danny ruin his life, getting back with a woman who stomped on his heart again and again and would do that all over again in a heartbeat, a woman who would still be with Stan if only he still wanted to be with her? 

If you really think Danny should be with someone like this, I guess it’s time for me to say goodbye to this show… I hope I’m wrong, I hope that with all my heart, but this episode sadly didn’t leave many doubts as to where this is going. It breaks my heart, believe me, but it would break my heart even more to see that happen.

Thank you for all the joy and emotions this show gave me. 

I finished watching Cheese in the Trap a couple of days ago. First of all, I am so in love with this drama, it’s excellent. It has everything - romance, humor, mistery, great acting, which is the most important, and character diversity. It’s pretty much dynamic, which makes it easy to watch, and not only that but 1st ep is more than enough to make you addicted…

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I never post on Tumblr, but this platform is the only place I feel like I can be myself. Recently I watched 13 Reasons Why. I never read the book, and I started it mostly because I heard great things about it and how they spread such an important message. I don’t know if I’ll spoil anything by accident, but I’ll give a warning just in case. This might be long, so bear with me.

The show is about a girl named Hannah Baker (as many of you probably know already). Each episode showed different events as to how she was treated by her peers, and she recorded tapes explaining basically who fucked her over before she ended up taking her whole life.

A few days before I started watching, I wanted to take my own life. I had it planned out, I knew the texts I was going to send my family and friends, and I knew when I wanted to do it. I thought I lost all hope in my future and I just didn’t want to exist anymore. I resonate with Hannah a lot. I really held on to her because I saw so much of myself in her. I wasn’t treated the greatest while I was in school (I didn’t endure some things that happened to her and I am very grateful). Every little thing you do or say to someone sticks. It’s not easy for them to just brush it off and move on, especially if you deal with a mental illness.

As I got to the episode that contained her suicide scene, I thought I was prepared. I just pictured there to be a little blood. I didn’t expect to see it all happen, and it killed me. It killed me because of how real it looked. I felt like I was watching it happen right in front of me. I had a full blown panic attack by the time I saw it and I know I’m not alone on that. It was fucking hard, but nonetheless very powerful. That stuff happens every single day to people who you least expect it from. This show proves that bullying can really do some serious damage on someone. It’s not something to keep quiet about.

After the show I realized how much I have in my life to appreciate. When Hannah’s mom saw her lifeless body floating in the bathtub, I realized that if I ever took my own life, I’d be putting my family and friends through hell. I realized that I have a purpose in this world, and even though I don’t see it now, I know it’s coming. I’m more important than I think I am. You are all important to people around you, whether you know it or not. So if you think you can handle it, watch the show or read the book. Space it out a little bit. Learn from it. Talk about it and never let the conversation die down. You never know how many people you can save from taking their own life just by being kind.

Sorry for the long post. This show made me realize how passionate I am about mental illness and bullying, and I don’t plan to stop talking about it.