#james heathridge

[jamesheathridge]

KYLE GALLNER as JAMES HEATHRIDGE Criminal Minds | 7x19 "Heathridge Manor"

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Kyle Gallner - Masterlist

Summary : All my works for this brilliant actor under the cut

Colin Gray

°Perv!Colin Gray ~ Headcanon

°Help in unexpected arms ->classmate!reader , fluff/comfort, injury, kiss

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Vince Schneider

°Sweetheart ->fem!reader, flirting, fluff

°Breakfast with a grumpy cloud ->fem!reader, fluff, kissing

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Quentin Smith

°Quentin Smith - In a relationship sfw

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James Heathridge

°Love the devil's painting ->fem!reader, kiss, darker themes, obsession

°The angel of his desires in chains ->wife!reader, smut, kidnapping, body whorship

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Jeremy Farrell

°Jeremy Farrell - Gif Pack

°Emo?It is love ->girlfriend!reader, hurt/comfort, kissing, cuddling

°Do you have a girlfriend ->girlfriend!reader, fluff, flirtish, kissing

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Cameron Coulter

°Shopping mall, feelings and foreboding ->fem!reader, fluff, mutual feelings

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Winston

°The soldier comes back -> fem!reader, fluff, comfort, ptsd (nightmares), emotional, kissing

°Surprise for my beloved ->fem!reader, fluff, comfort, kiss

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The Demon

°The Demon ~ NSFW Alphabet

°The art of consent and words ~ fem!reader, dom/sub, fluff, smutish

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Tappert

°Love in the military hospital ~ nurse!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, kissing, flirting

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[driivelikeiido]

[the-epitome-of-sin]

Now that DIA is finally getting recognition, I’m basically one TikTok edit away from this becoming a Kyle Gallner fan account 🫶🏻💁🏼‍♀️

[hirunoka]

The last gif...

He is so beautiful I wanna cry 😭❤

[leadmetothegardenbetty]

oh so no one was gonna tell me zen dog kyle is giving james heathridge kyle?????? cool cool cool cool cool cool

[ididntorderthesoup]

I've been rewatching criminal minds as my comfort show and I got to season 7 episode episode 19, Heathridge Manor.

Although there's a lot of less than stellar depictions of psychosis in the show this one felt so realistic to me.

The main antagonist, James Heathridge, has visions of his late mother who counsels him. The way it's portrayed is dreamy and abstract. He looks dazed and like he's waking up after a vision. There was something so beautiful about it.

That's what my psychosis is like. Whispers and haunting visions, voices range from cruel to honeyed tones. There's this double side of reality that calls to me.

I don't know I've been thinking about this episode a lot.

[inertiabug]

Do you have a list of Kyle gallner characters you know/can write for? Just asking for future requests in case :)

hi nonny!!

the ones i feel comfortable writing for are colin gray, benson (tp), simon (dia), rc (strange darling), james heathridge, aaron milton, vince schneider, brian (lta), hasil farrell, eric fisher, drew (tch), cameron coulter, jarrod (rs) & sam lowell (cougars inc lol)

any other characters i mightve missed + just dont feel comfortable writing for or i haven't watched the media they're from enough to be sure in characterizing them </3

[the-invisible-queer]

Is heathridge manor the one with the puppets

It's the one with the only serial killer I could ever love, James Heathridge played by Kyle Gallner, my beloved.

James's mother was mentally ill. She cut her own baby's arm off to make her less appealing to the devil. Was put in a mental asylum when James was 9. He watched them drag his mother out of the house. Then as an adult James started killing women he was convinced were wives of the devil.

He would pose them dressed in these beautifully intricate dresses his sister sewed.

There was a hint of incest between James and his sister which I choose to ignore.

It was a whole mess but I love it and wrote a whole fic about it. It was the only episode of Criminal Minds I ever watched live. And it's my most watched episode.

Weirdly, the night before the episode aired I had a dream I got lost in Ikea with Kyle Gallner WHO I HAD NEVER SEEN BEFORE THE EPISODE

And when I saw him in the episode I was like OHMYGOD THAT'S MY IKEA BOYFRIEND

And I've loved and followed his career ever since. He's also in Jennifer's Body!

Look at my Ikea Boyfriend

[plentifulpoppies]

mother i love him

[jamesheathridge]

on the topic of edits i forgot i made. james heathridge to inbred. as is necessary

[blueberrypancakesworld]

The angel of his desires in chains

James Heathridge x wife!reader

warning : +18, smut, leg humping, dubious consent, kidnapping, chain's, implied incest (it's James what can I say), kissing, body worship, dubious alignment of beliefs, murder,

Summary : In the old home of his family, the house of his beloved mother held many rooms and furnishings. The cellar with the well, the room of his little sister or the single room in the attic with metal eyelets in the walls to which chains could be attached. A room that belonged to his angel, his reward that he had taken and that he visits to remind her of her love for him. For the sake of the revenge, kisses and physical affection, he could take his angel…the other way around, she could take him, knowing that he was nothing more than a fucked up man with desires.

info : Yes finally something to James again i missed him and even though i wanted to go the incest route first i thought stop what would fit better and so here we are. I hope you like it and thanks for all the support have fun reading :)

masterlist

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Was God fallible? Or was it the humans? Could God's creation do anything wrong at all if they were created by him? A question of right, rightness and fallibility in a world that has been asking this question for centuries but no one had a right answer except him.

Not guided by God or other forms of faith, he was guided by his mother, his love, his family and his wife. He did his bidding for weeks and months, the metal that gripped his hands was normal, the heaviness when he struck, the warm blood on his hands, face and body, the typing on the keyboard as he searched for and took the victims of Satan's whores.

He had a heavy destiny when he found himself next to bie in a world abandoned by faith, having to protect his beloved sweet little sister and take care of his wife, a woman only a few years older but so full of devotion and purity that she was the most divine thing he had ever touched besides his mother.

He went to her when he needed advice, when his body seemed to give way and couldn't take it anymore, he knew he had her, his mother as support and his wife as something to anchor him in a world that wanted to hold him back.

A woman who held him, around whom he could wrap his arms, his lips on hers without him tasting the flavors of hell, only hearing her sweet love and lust when he heard the slight squeak of the old metal bed frame, the gentle movements when he took her, using the night for his lustful acts that needed to be satisfied and his beloved was there for that.

Her almost motherly eyes an understanding smile on her lips signaled him again and again that he was doing everything right, that he was doing her good, that he loved her as he should, that the chains on her body were nothing to be ashamed of when he chained her back like a prisoner and not a wife.

But such thoughts that erupted like a sickness always took him out of his business his paintings on the canvas stopped and he lost his mother he couldn't concentrate and a glance at the clock told him that the evening was almost over and the night would begin again.

,,Lust and shame show us what is right and wrong…but why am I drawn to such a thing?" he asked himself, looking at the picture of the victim he had to choose not yet properly recognizable he could only give his sister the color of the fabric and a rough idea of the dress she had to make, while his own eyes went from the picture to a book he had taken from his beloved's room.

A small booklet of pages written in her lovely handwriting he allowed her to write down her thoughts, worries and lusts to help her feel more at ease in her little kingdom while she was upstairs in the room, ,,So my heart does not know if he is drawn to me at all or to the care of a mother.

His eyes darkly seek and lust after me, feeling his lust but this something I don't seem to be enough for him" he mumbled the words he had read last feeling that guilt rising in him again he lusted after many but such a thing this implication, the murders and the injustice rubbing across his tired eyes he still felt the familiar tingling in his body.

A tingle that ran through him whenever he thought of her, her voice in his ear whispering to him that he was so good, her soft warm body beneath him he could touch as he wished she was not a whore like the others her purity and devotion gave him all he needed.

Her words didn't just make him feel guilty, they made him feel lust, the thoughts in his head emerge like a fog of lustful, lewd thoughts that slowly demanded redemption before he stood up jerkily with the book and walked up the stairs to his destination, locking his sister's door on the way there, never letting her find out what was happening up there, Lara had already suffered too much.

He heard the faint jingle and grind of chains on the old wooden floor above him as he climbed the last few steps and opened the door to the last room a large room a desk on which she wrote her things, the closet filled with clothes similar to his mother's and bookshelves with her favorite authors before he looked up at the large four-poster bed old yet comfortable to surrender to each other.

Before his eyes settled on her, the simple nightgown light in fabric outlined her body to him, the iron chain on her ankle, wrist giving her some space and a book in her hand, ,,James? I wasn't expecting you so soon, what happened?" she asked, her voice so soft for him that she threatened to break, not seeing how tightly she gripped the book, not seeing the other side of the coin as he approached her.

She dropped the book, a historical reading like everything in this room filled with lust, the moonlight coming through only a few cracks in the window, the old stained glass making the room appear red as the devil in human form came towards her, his hands wandering over the chain, watching with pleasure as she did not enjoy it even if he saw it differently.

When his hand closed around hers, she felt his immediate release when he was finally with her again, ,,Lust-soaked words from your heart, you're not enough for me, nothing but lies, do you hear? My heart belongs only to you, to your being, your soul and your body," he said, running his fingers up her arm and over the markings on her neck that stretched down to her breasts, where you could still see the light bite and suck marks.

She shuddered as he stroked her cheek, engaging her in a kiss, the slight tug on the chains a sign at first barely understood now almost an everyday ritual as she moved to the bed her body settling against the pillows as he began to undo the cords that held her dress together.

,,A body that responds to me and belongs to me my lust and devotion is only what I deserve isn't it? " he dared to ask and paused as his hands went to place themselves on her breasts but he suddenly saw the blood stains on his hands in disgust.

She gently took his hand, leaving him in uncertainty, knowing that it bothered him, that it hurt him, but a bird in a cage could stop singing at any time if its feathers were ripped out too much she held his hand, his gaze showing nothing but uncertainty and guilt, ,,Each one belongs to you what is chained and loved, that's how your mother saw it and that's how I will continue to lead it," she murmured before placing her lips on the blood.

Kissing it left his hand lightly cleaned with kisses and licks she heard him clinging to her more, shuddering as she bruised him finally the physical lust between them increased before he pulled his hand away pulling her into a hard kiss taking her breath away and hearing her suppressed gasp as his hand placed itself on her breasts while his leg pushed between her legs rubbing her middle against him.

Was it the special tea or was it the belief in her devotion that made her so submissive and wet whenever he came to her and made love to her?

He didn't know, his own mind too wrapped up in lust to care as his lips explored her body and words of praise flowed from his lips, ,,A beautiful angel a motherly protector ah-fuck my heart your look is my devotion" he admitted to her as her hand laid on his dark curls knowing when he was so devotedly needy what he wanted.

Before another murder he was always so needy, needing the security of his mother's good deeds until he seemed to treat her like a demon after the murder when his eyes were covered with righteousness he had killed another whore bride of Satan the blood still covered him and he came into her room she took over and over he himself seemed to be the devil in person.

She felt his hardness against her thigh as he rubbed lightly against her knowing that he could only get his reward of her body when he had completed his task so he clung to her hand but his hands on her body were always firm always this thought that he was superior to her even though he was dependent on her a coin with the same needs.

,,Keep indulging yourself…good boy that's it," she replied gently as his lips continued to stroke his head in reward as his lips latched onto her nipple her lewd noises kept echoing in the room as he bit down gently sending shivers down her body while he sucked apologetically on it afterwards, continuing to rub against her like a lowly creature, like a naughty boy who hadn't done his job and wasn't allowed to touch her cunt.

His other hand massaged her free breast roughly and quickly and again more calmly apologetically when she took one hand off his head and quietly told him, ,,Not too hastily" before he continued to pleasure himself on her body and she felt his hardness twitch again and again when she moved her leg slightly and told him of her written sentences and shamed him for his lust.

In this room, although she wore the chains that rattled slightly, it was he who would end up being chained in her arms and she was the mother who showed him what he was doing wrong before she let him go into the world with new knowledge of what he was doing.

The fabric of her nightgown was also held by him every now and then his free hand passed over her body she felt, she wanted to feel this beautiful infallibility and devotion when she held him and kissing his hand.

,,I please my-fuck please my heart I" he stammered barely able to say a word so lost in his lust his eyes heavy with a curtain of absolute abandon he was on her lap, his hips following no rhythm just chasing the feeling of friction and arousal to finally cum to be held.

This was his lowest moment, the moment she could have destroyed him with every word, with chains or by herself, he was a fallen man who only became someone who wasn't fallible as soon as he walked out of this room.

,,Shhh I'm here it's okay just let yourself go that's it" she murmured embracing his cheek pulling him into a kiss as a few thrusts later he buried his head in the hollow of her throat his moans were muffled and she feasted on his neediness.

He almost collapsed from his high ride as she held him lying on top of her while she kissed his temple and head, ,,Good boy so proud of you my righteous infallible boy" she told him stroking his head as he cuddled up to her only a moment before he rose from her his lust gone from his eyes even though he could almost taste her neediness on his tongue he turned away from her with a kiss.

He could hardly bear to remember this vile act afterwards, as if he was afraid of falling too much into this fallibility he always reminded himself of when she helped him out of it just to feel his actions on himself.

Knowing that she would touch herself and take her own pleasure, which he was not allowed to do until he came back covered in blood and had permission to take her as he pleased.

,,I know she's next…and another night you'll be my reward remember my words my wife" he told her a voice calm not of lust but of his seriousness, something stronger someone who felt the metal between his hands, felt the water and blood as he killed another whore only to return to his wife and take her as it was an infallible state because in the end what choice did a caged woman have over her captor?

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@angelsanarchy , @starry-eyed-wild-child , @spookythingsss , @iloveoldermen46 , @oceansrose2002

Thought you all might like a little James again :)

[hyper-revenge-sio]

guys help I like this James guy wayyy too much already lmao

[houseofaharkness]

The Devil’s Bride

Words: 1.6k

Summary: Based of 7x19, the reader is taken as the last Devil’s bride and is placed in the dress instead of Lara

Pairing: Hotch x fem reader prior, James x brainwashed reader, Reid x reader in later chapters, 

Warnings: Kidnapping, brain washing, poisoning, murder, starving, suicidal thoughts, let me know if I missed any

A/n: I am kind of obsessed with this. I have had this idea for a bit.

I will have another chapter, this is a multi-chaptered story! I’m not sure how good my grammar is, hopefully it’s okay! Feedback is much appreciated!

Hotch couldn’t believe the news. His first instinct was to sit down in a fit of despair, but he couldn’t do that. In the police station, the team shared the news. You had been taken by the unsub. The unsub who they had deduced to be James Heathridge. He had taken you, believing you to be one of the Devil’s brides. All Hotch knew was that he had to get you back. “How long has she been gone?” He demanded to know. “A while,” Reid replied. “A while? How the hell did no one know she went missing,” replied Hotch. “Wouldn’t that have been your job,” replies Reid. Everyone glared at him. “Out of line, Reid,” said Emily. “Why is that out of line,” he snarks back. “That is his girlfriend after all.” Everyone is shocked, they’ve never seen Reid act like this. Clearly, y/n being kidnapped was affecting all of them. “Enough,” responds Derek. “This is not helping y/n.” “We need to go to Heathridge Manor to find her and stop James.” Says JJ. They all head out.

Simultaneously, James was lacing you up in one of his dresses filled with poison. You were sobbing, delusional. As he sews the dress, he tells you about the Devil and how you are one of his brides. Of course, you knew this. You had been with him for a week, in which he continuously told you about the Devil and his brides. He fell in love with you in that short span of time, as you had shown him love and affection. From being in a relationship with Hotch, you knew that was what you were supposed to do. But throughout the week, you began to believe what he was telling you. At the beginning of the week he starved you, causing you to be more prone to believing the delusions he was telling you. And that you did. Eventually, you profusely thanked him, and you meant it. You thanked him for telling you about the Devil and his brides. You thanked him for trying to save you. You thanked him for taking care of you. As he finished sewing up your dress, he warned you, saying: “The Devil will come and try to save you. The first person to reach you, they are the Devil.” “But James,” you whimpered. “I don’t want to die.” As you continue talking, he is tying you up in front of the window. “That’s why,” he responded, “I’m going to go kill the Devil. I’ll lie in wait near where I’ve tied you up, and when he comes for you, I’ll kill him.” By this point, you are sweating profusely, the poison beginning to take affect. “But what if I still die,” you sob. “Then we’ll die together,” he says, leaning forward to kiss you. He proceeds to the shadows, to hide. He wasn’t visible from the window or the entryway.

Arriving at Heathridge Manor, Emily sees you up in the window, in one of the elegant dresses, tied up. She saw you with tear stains on your face. She immediately tells Hotch, saying: “Look Hotch, y/n is up there”. “I’ll go get her,” says Hotch. “The rest of you go look for James.”

Splitting up, Hotch proceeded to go through the Manor and making his way up to you through the winding hallways and many rooms. Finally, he reached you. Hearing someone coming up to the entryway of the room, you were startled. You were terrified. It was the Devil coming for you. You would’ve held yourself, except for the fact that you were tied up. You would’ve looked back to James as well, but you didn’t want to give him away. He needed the element of surprise, especially against someone as strong as the Devil. In what seemed like a long time, but simultaneously no time at all, the person reached you. Grabbing your arm, you cried out. “Let go of me! I know you’re the Devil!” Shocked, but determined, Hotch hung on. “She said to let go of her, Devil,” James said, coming out of the shadows with his crowbar. “Leave her alone, she wants nothing to do with you,” James continued. “Y/n, look at me.” You looked up, devastated to see your boyfriend, the Devil. Well, your previous boyfriend. You had James now after all. You were still in shock, from the fact that your prior boyfriend was indeed the Devil. As Hotch tried to speak to you and break you out of your trance, James came closer and closer, before finally hitting Hotch’s knee with the crowbar, causing him to crumple to the ground. “Did you kill him?” You murmur. “Not yet my love,” he replies. It is at this point that Emily and JJ enter the room, beginning to corner James. “No, leave him alone,” you shout to no avail. James attempts to hurt them with the crowbar, while Hotch finally gets up. Hotch aims his gun, knowing that James won’t stop. You’re screaming and crying at this point. “James, James watch out,” you cry. But it was too late. Hotch had shot him, squarely in the chest. Emily and JJ came to untie you, and once untied you run to James. Emily, JJ, and Hotch look at one another, unable to comprehend this bizarre list of events. Upon realizing he is dead, you sob loudly. “You killed him,” you screamed at Hotch, “how could you? You are the devil.” “The dress,” Emily says. “The dress, get it off of her.” “No, no,” you cry, as they try to take the dress off. “We were supposed to die together,” you sob. Hotch reaches for you, but you recoil. “You’re the devil,” you hiss. Derek, Rossi, and Reid had arrived when Emily and JJ were attempting to rip the dress of you as you continued to hold it together, and they were equally as bewildered. “James, he said, he said,” you explained, as you tried to catch your breath and stop your sobs, “the first person to reach me, was, was the Devil. He’s right,” you wince, rubbing your wrist. “You killed him. He was just trying to save me, make sure I had a good life. You, you took that.” Returning your eyes to James, you laid across his chest.

Slowly, everyone began to realize what was happening. “She was starved, and probably emotionally abused,” Emily whispers. “She also seems to have Stockholm syndrome,” adds Reid. “We need to get her out of that dress, and out of this house,” says Hotch, with sadness in his voice. “I can’t... believe this,” he continues. Oblivious to the conversation around her, y/n is drifting off, due to the poison, still laying on James. “Look, look,” says Morgan. “The dress, we need to get it off, now.” Adds JJ. Hotch steps forwards, but Reid stops him. “Look, I know you love her, but right now you just killed the person she believes she’s in love with, and she thinks you’re the Devil. You’re going to need to back off a bit.” Huffing, Hotch agrees, allowing JJ and Emily to get the dress off of you. The paramedics arrive, bringing you downstairs. Once downstairs, they bring you to an ambulance, and whisk you away to the hospital.

Once at the hospital, the team arrives shortly after you do. They all feel sorrow and anxiety, but no one as much as Hotch. Once they are medically allowed to see you, you don’t see anyone except for Reid. When he comes in, you tell him “thank you for telling the Devil to back off, I heard you talk to him while I drifted off. You should’ve left me though; James and I were supposed to die together. Also, I want my dress back” Spencer mulled over her words carefully, realizing that she only referred to Hotch as the Devil, not by his own name. He wasn’t sure how to respond. “The dress? The poisoned dress?” “Yes, that is mine,” you continue, “I want it back.” Spencer was at a loss for words. He knew you couldn’t have it back, you would put it on and die. Sensing he wasn’t going to give you what you wanted, you sadly said: “you can leave now.” Spencer turns to leave, but adding, “I’m sorry about James.” He genuinely meant it. “Thank you,” you choke out, holding back tears. “He was just trying to save us all from the Devil.” Spencer doesn’t reply, and walks out the door.

Upon returning to the others, he was bombarded with a single question: “What happened?” “Yeah, why did she want to talk to you,” Hotch mumbles angrily. “She wanted to thank me for ‘telling the Devil to back off.’ Her words not mine. She needs time.” Everyone slowly looked between themselves, worried about how Hotch will take the news. Hotch sighs. “She needs time, and counseling. I’ll be here for her when she’s ready.” “What if she never is,” Reid counters.  Once again, everyone was shocked by Spencer’s behavior. “Look, whatever is going on with you, we need to be here for Hotch” Emily says. Reid storms off.

“What’s going on with him,” Emily questions JJ. “I think I know,” she responds. “I think I might know too.” Emily responds. “I just hope we’re wrong,” she continues. “So do I,” replies JJ.

You sob in your hospital bed, unable to comprehend losing the love of your life and meeting the Devil all in one day. You don’t know where to go from here. You wished you had just died in the dress, laying across James, spending your last moments with him.

[randomeditscreates]

I'm sorry but it must be said season 7, ep.19 Heathridge Manor.

What the fuck was the writer honestly thinking with the kiss between James and Lara.

James is 26 years old and is the older brother to Lara!

Lara turned 16, six weeks ago from that episode! [Acording to Garcia]

I can deal with a lot thing, turning humans into Marinette dolls, or into a chili, sure. But pedophilia and Incest! Why, this episode has absolutely no reason to do this to us!

[masterwords]

Aw, thank you very much for the tag @hotchley!

1. Favourite character? Aaron Hotchner

2. Favourite ship? Hotch/Morgan without a doubt, but I do have a special place in my heart for Hotch/Rossi and I have my moments with Hotch/Reid when it isn't creepy because nerds in love is so special.

3. Gideon or Rossi? Overall, if I had to choose just one (I like them both, I think that's well established) I loved what Gideon brought to the show because he was so incredibly bizarre and Mandy Patinkin is just delightfully insane.

4. Favourite unsub? Frank Breitkopf because rib bone windchimes HELLO. OR! Mason Turner (the quadriplegic pig farmer) because his dialogue was incredible and the mirrors and I love Garrett Dillahunt! I also really liked anytime someone was just so normal looking but completely unhinged - the unsub from Normal (the highway killer), James Heathridge (devil's wives??), the girl who lit fires at the university in Season 2...

5. Favourite friendship? Hotch and Rossi. <3 I really liked Reid and Blake's friendship, and Morgan and Elle's as well.

6. Who do you relate to most? I mean, I'm probably JJ & Will combined with a dash of Garcia and high school goth Prentiss.

7. What episode you would tell someone to watch to get them into cm? Probably I would tell them to start at the beginning. If you can't love them from the start when they were quirky and the editing was fun and weird and the writing was decent, there's no way you'll get through the really shitty later seasons and their godawful writing. You really have to be in love with this group of morons solving crimes in order to get through a lot of the later stuff.

8. What episode you would get rid of forever? Sick Day, without a doubt, plus It Takes a Village and The Forever People. I'd also just like to never watch A Shade of Grey or Seven Seconds ever again, but I wouldn't necessarily get rid of them, they're solid episodes...I just...ew. I don't know, the more times I watch the show, the more episodes I'm willing to say could hit the trash.