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Scream Queen - Kathryn Newton
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235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 97. sam eliot and grizz visser - the society
#grizzam#thesocietyedit#grizzamedit#dailylgbtq#dailylgbtedit#sam eliot#grizz visser#the society#**#235ships#mine: the society#mine: grizz and sam#the society 1x07#the society 1x09#the society 1x08#the society 1x03
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STOP CANCELING SHOWS BEFORE THEY HAVE A CHANCE TO GROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#fuck streaming services#what was the fucking point?!?!?!?#the acolyte#my lady jane#the bastard son & the devil himself#warrior nun#the society#i am not okay with this#so filled with rage i wanna punch walls again#literally quaking with anger#sammy says*
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A lot of what’s happening is us being scared. And alone. And bored. And we do scary things to each other, we hurt each other, but we know each other. We grew up together. And maybe if we remember that, I just think it might help.
TV APPRECIATION WEEK, day 7 free choice: a TV show cancelled after season 1 — THE SOCIETY (2019)
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Alex Fitzalan as Harry Bingham in The Society (1.01)
#alexfitzalanedit#fcedit#alex fitzalan#thesocietyedit#the society#netflixedit#harrybingamedit#harry bingham#male fc#mine*#tvedit
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Kathryn Newton as Allie Pressman THE SOCIETY 1.01 | "What Happened?"
#knewtonedit#kathryn newton#the society#userstream#thesocietyedit#dailynewham#femalecharacters#femalegifsource#dailynetflix#usersource#usertelevision#tvandfilmgifs#cinematv#tvedit#tv#gifset#ours
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@wlwgif‘s pride week - day 6 - color
#pmcw#ofmd#our flag means death#schitt's creek#iwtv#interview with the vampire#heartstopper#tlou#the last of us#half bad#the bastard son and the devil himself#wwdits#what we do in the shadows#the society#sab#shadow and bone#rnm#roswell new mexico#*mygifs#idk i couldn't figure out how to do what i was trying to do with color#because even this is new for me#so *shrug*#enjoy
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Grizz (The Society)
by the time i woke up, you were gone.
it was a mistake to hook up like that.
you've always been on my mind.
Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader
CW/TW: Mentions of drinking, best friend trope, grizz is the best i love him
I haven't finished watching the show but i will try to
(Y/N) listened to the neverending ringing coming from his phone, his head tilted back along the backrest of the couch as he stared blankly at the ceiling. The anxiety curled around his body had become a familiar feeling, suffocating and constantly reminding him of how fucked things were in West Ham. Everyone who hadn't gone on the godforsaken buses were gone, leaving the town completely and utterly deserted. All roads and tracks leading out of town were unnaturally overgrown by the forest around and the service only allowed for them to contact each other.
"Fuck," He whispered and pulled the phone from his ear, his teeth grinding together when his mother's contact picture flashed on the screen while her voicemail began, echoing words he'd memorized. He'd never given much thought to how terrifying and panic-inducing it'd be to suddenly lose contact with his whole family.
After reluctantly hanging up, he peeled himself off the couch and approached the front door. There was little to do apart from attempting to distract himself through drinking and partying but everything still loomed over him: the absence of adults, the almost neverending forest that seemingly attacked when they walked too far, the slow death of Emily he witnessed, the unknown. He fought hard to push it back, to push the thoughts away and focus on the present.
(Y/N) took the keys from the table by the door and stepped outside, shutting the door behind him and heading down the driveway to the car parked along the sidewalk. He remembered vividly when they first arrived at West Ham years prior. The neighbors had been welcoming, as had his new classmates, allowing him and his family to settle in with ease. It all felt so long ago.
"(Y/N)!" His best friend's voice rang out through the street and he froze, his eyes briefly squeezing shut before he turned in the direction of Grizz. The boy quickened his pace into a jog, his brows fixed into a worried furrow. "Hey, I.. I was, uhm... I was going to make breakfast but by the time I woke up, you were gone. I- I got worried, you know? Are you okay?"
"I don't think any single one of us is fine, Grizz." (Y/N) murmured, his eyes drifting over to Emily's memorial down the street where two of her friends stood by staring down at it as if waiting for her to return to them. "I was, uh.. I was going to check the grocery store. I wanted to see if any of my stress-eating snacks are still there or if everyone's ransacked what's left."
"I've got some," Grizz said. "I always have your favorite at my place."
(Y/N)'s teeth caught his lips, digging in and lightly peeling skin as his heart squeezed. Drinking and drinking and drinking the night before had been... "I.. Grizz, it was a mistake to hook up like that." He spoke softly, watching the way Grizz's face fell. It'd been on him, really. It was stupid of him to convince Grizz to drink their sorrows and worries away, stupid of him to kiss the only guy he fully trusted with his life. "I.. I was scared. I don't like being scared, you know that. I.. I don't know what I was thinking but we- I shouldn't have kissed you and we shouldn't have..."
"I didn't see it as a mistake," Grizz admitted quietly, his hand reaching out to wrap around (Y/N)'s wrist. His brown eyes watered slightly and he laughed quietly, nervously as he blinked the tears away. "I- God, I, uhm... you've always been on my mind... ever since you walked into 8th grade English. I know I.. I ignored you most of that year, even when the guys introduced us, but I'm glad you had more balls than me to ask what was up when you joined the football team. I've always liked you, (Y/N). Always. I-I thought maybe when we graduated I'd finally confess but seeing our situation right now and what happened last night.. I don't want you to think I kissed you back 'cause I was drunk. We were wasted but I kissed you 'cause it's all I've been wanting to do for years."
#x reader#x you#x y/n#x male reader#the society#the society netflix#the society x reader#the society x male reader#the society x you#the society x y/n#grizz visser#grizz visser x reader#gareth 'grizz' visser#gareth visser#grizz visser x male reader#grizz visser x y/n#grizz visser x you#gareth visser x reader
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#SAVEMYLADYJANE #RENEWMYLADYJANE
#reblog to boost#renew my lady jane#renewmyladyjane#save my lady jane#savemyladyjane#my lady jane#myladyjaneedit#myladyjanecentral#janeford#jane grey#lady jane grey#queen jane grey#guildford dudley#amazon#prime video#i am not okay with this#the society#first kill#bridgerton#the wilds#the great#shadow and bone#tiny pretty things#the artful dodger#lockwood and co
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alex fitzalan as harry bingham .
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i'm rewatching looking for alaska, and omg how is she so pretty????!!??!!
anyways, here goes some kristine froseth icons!
like/reblog if u save :)
#kristine froseth#looking for alaska#icon#icons#twitter#layout#pack#women#wlw#wallpaper#aesthetic#lockscreen#collage#moodboard#pretty#the society#birds of paradise#header#headers#the buccaneers#SoundCloud
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FANDOM RISE UP!
I'm tired of having men in suits dictate to us, the fans, what is worth viewing. It's dangled in front of us like bait for fish. We are falling into that trap of being told what to watch. I'm not doing it any more and neither should you.
I'm mad! The fans of Shadow and Bone, The Acolyte, The Society, My Lady Jane, and more are MAD. You should be too. GET MAD!
What's to keep them from cancelling YOUR show next? Which show is next on the chopping block in this game of corporate greed? When will it be enough for FANDOM to rise up and say FUCK YOU!
For the sake of being a fan of something special, for the sake of being inspired to create art of words because you love something, for the sake of having a show change your life because you didn't feel anything until one particular show came along and saved you from yourself!
Rise up and fight for the thing you love and help others recover what has been lost. If your show has fallen victim to this, let people know how to help. If you are one of the fortunate few who haven't been affected by this, help another show in need to secure the future of yours and any others you may fall in love with in the future. Do it for the future of TV!
#shadow and bone#my lady jane#the acolyte#the society#our flag means death#a league of their own#the great
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MAKE ME CHOOSE ► anonymous asked: helena (orphan black) or allie (the society) You’re half right about everything, do you know that? And that’s worse than being wrong. That makes you dangerous.
#allie pressman#thesocietyedit#alliepressmanedit#teendramaedit#netflixedit#the society#**#mmc#mine: the society#mine: allie pressman#the society 1x10#the society 1x02#the society 1x06#the society 1x09#the society 1x03#the society 1x01#the society 1x08
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hell v heaven.
pairings. harry bingham x fem!reader
about. reader gets scolded by her friend only for harry to defend her
warnings. swearing
from ricky's mailbox to yours. I don't expect anything from this, I just wanted to post because I miss this damn show
west ham was always ordinarily boring and filled to the brim with people who had their pockets filled with more than enough money to know what to do with.
your life was a repetitive process and ran on a schedule that really never changed unless you chose to eat breakfast for once in your life, which you never really did--or take your mom up on the offer to go on walks—which you also really never did.
the day you got off that bus and found no parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, or even siblings was a day you couldn’t help but sigh in relief with finding a loss of obligations and responsibilities. you felt a lift from your shoulders and a greatness fill your chest as you finally let go and fell from your schedule.
but it wasn’t funny and you were no longer having any fun the moment you discovered your situation was permanent and a forest had overgrown all roads and tracks out of this new found nightmare of yours.
“you think god's trying to teach us a lesson?” you looked up from your book seeing your friend maddie who had her lips pressed into a thin line, still trying to figure out this whole predicament.
even as this was a nightmare and you weren’t used to change, you found yourself leaning away from getting caught up in caring so much or getting too emotional about it. you figured you could be in worse situations and at least you were still alive.
“i don’t think it’s that deep,” you mumbled carelessly, flipping the page to your book, not sparing another glance to her till she stands up with a huff and grumble, clenching and unclenching her fists while exiting harry’s living room.
but then she felt herself flipping around, facing you and your slightly confused expression, “what’s your problem?”
you frowned a little deeper as she stood before you with her poised posture, seeming more angered than you had ever seen her, “what?-” you shared a look with harry who seemed just as lost as you did before she cut you off.
“because ever since we discovered we’re trapped here it seems like you couldn’t give a damn and it’s really pissing me off,” she exhaled roughly with her chest puffing in and out with air, like she had been waiting a long time to say this. “you’re not here for anyone and i haven’t heard you cry once either, y/n.”
“you want me.. you want me to cry?” you raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback.
“yes, y/n, because i’m really close to thinking you’re a sociopath-”
“woah, woah, woah, maddie” harry shook his head with his lips deeply curved downwards, “shut up.”
“don’t tell me to ‘shut up’ harry.”
“don’t be a cunt, maddie,” he scoffs, looking at her as if she were a fool. his stare is harsh and she even slowly begins to feel like one with how hard and taunting his eyes are.
if harry had a skill in something, it'd be his way of looking down on people and making them feel his disgust and repulsion toward them. harry had to be one of the most arrogant people you had met, but at least his arrogance came in handy in situations where you needed defense.
"whatever, harry," she rolls her eyes at him, trying to push off the sickening feeling he pushed on to her. "you two deserve each other, especially if you're both enjoying this little vacation we were gifted."
harry sits in the grey chair maddie previously sat in, "you okay?"
"yeah, I'm good."
“you sure?”
you look up to him, finally meeting his dialed in expression that was genuine and curious to your well being.
strange.
it was things like this that gave you somewhat joy that you no longer had a schedule, that kept you from hating your new reality.
west ham turning upside down revealed a lot about your fellow classmates and even best friend’s character, as seen seconds ago. you couldn’t decipher whether or not you found joy in the fact of that, but right now, with harry sitting across from you and close to reach out to you, was something you knew you enjoyed.
before, in your tight knit schedule, harry didn’t fit in it. he was only a family friend you saw at birthdays and conjoined vacations since the beginning of your memory, but nothing more.
“yeah, i’m sure,” you pressed your lips into a thin line.
“i don’t think she understands people handle grief differently,” he looks sympathetic but drops any attempt to move closer with a reach of comfort upon realization that you were really fine.
“you think i’m in grief?”
he pauses, doesn’t look at you for a minute with silence as he narrows his eyebrows before looking up to meet your eyes, “i mean, aren’t we all?”
aren’t we all?
jesus, maybe you were a sociopath.
“i-uh-“
“y/n,” he stops you, shaking his hand. “when-when my father died, i didn’t think it was real. all these people came up to me, your parents, all would walk up, apologize, offer their condolences, but i never really understood. what was the big deal?—just a death, right?”
he offers an awkward smile with a glance through his eyelashes, before looking back to his carpet, “thing was, i didn’t realize that that death, was my fathers death—i mean i did, my body didn’t. i was in denial.”
silence. you both think about his words.
the way he spoke was really smart--it surprised you that it was him that they were coming from. not only did you start to enjoy his company, but his words...
“i shouldn’t have-“
“no,” you cut him from his potential regret in sharing. you knew that took a lot from him. “maybe you're right… or maybe maddie is. maybe i really am a sociopath.”
"y/n, that's an insane thing to say," he shakes his head, still looking down, but now at his hands as he begins to rub them together. "everyone handles grief differently," he repeats, "especially something like this; especially something that feels nowhere near real."
you stare at harry, blinking, while he stares back at you with a thin-lipped smile. you felt your chest tighten to an extreme as you continued to watch, thinking about his words that tumble around in your head. you somehow couldn't grasp it; the reassurance. but rather... you were more hung up on the matter that it was him saying such kind words to you.
everyone knew harry was the biggest asshole in west ham and he had no shame in it. everyone would call you a liar is you ever exposed the conversation; harry didn't have a nice bone in his body, so how was it that he had just created one of the nicest convos you had ever had with anyone?
your chest pulls into a ball even more. you feel like you can't breathe.
what was happening to you?
you hadn't felt a pang of sadness till now.
"you okay?"
you hate that question.
"yeah, i'm okay."
"you sure?" he's leaning towards you, his eyes prying.
you feel the pressure intensify, but this time around your eyes as if something had the need to be forced out.
fuck, not now.
"y/n, woah," he's quick to come closer to you, now kneeling before you with his hands on your face.
“i shouldn’t be crying-“
he shushes you as he tries his best to clear your face from the salty tears that begin to run down your cheeks like a hill. he smiles lightly to your embarrassment while shaking his head, “crying is fine.”
“i feel bad.”
“for what?”
“harry, i don’t even feel bad about them being gone,” you sniff, wiping your face from the wetness quickly. “i feel bad about you and your father and everything.”
“oh?” he seems caught off guard about this, taking a step back from your distraught stare. “why?”
you stare over at him with wide doe eyes, something that looks like fear for the matter of having to provide an explanation. you glance to the side, also leaning away from him, bracing yourself to answer. you feel even more choked up, like your throat had been clogged and stuffed with toilet paper--or whatever it was to help you not speak.
"my parents-" you sniff, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "god, I hated my parents--so I'm not sorry that I'm not sad about something that is ultimately a blessing... but I am sorry that this has happened to you... all of you."
he stares. he feels as if he's about to explode.
"I'm sorry, harry--that you had to lose your father and your mother as fast as you did," you shake your head, "I'm sorry that you think that that's how I feel about my own parents."
why does he feel like this?
his hand is mid air, reaching to clasp his chest as if consoling his heart, but it doesn't goes as far to make contact.
he feels strange. he doesn't know how to cope with someone he has known for so long revealing what must have been the biggest burden on their shoulders, hidden in plain sight from him, as well as gushing about sympathy for him--he hates that.
as for the other thing; harry had known you since the beginning of time, he knew your parents since the beginning of time. you were both absorbed within the same lifestyle but the two of you were never anything more than acquaintances.
he found it strange that he could see your life so clearly like it was his own, but it seemed that was only the surface of a glass window that only you and your family allowed people to see.
"y/n, you're not a sociopath," he finally says, "sociopaths don't feel sympathy for other people. you're just in a difficult situation that no kid will understand because their parents are their heroes."
he pinches the bridge of his nose, finally looking up to you, "you also shouldn't feel bad for me."
you looked at him confused, urging him to explain.
"none of us are saints, y/n. somehow i think we all deserve this," he runs a hand down the front of his face. "you... you're just somehow better than the rest of us, this is a vacation god has granted you."
you stifle a laugh, shaking your head.
he smiles in return before dropping his face into a softer expression, reaching for your hand, "you good?"
"yeah, i'm good," you nod.
"good," he squeezes your hand. "enjoy heaven while you have it."
#the society#alex fitzalan#alex fitzalan x reader#alex fitzalan imagine#harry bingham imagine#harry bingham x reader#harry bingham#the society imagine#the wilds#fanfic#fanfiction#fluff#angst#allie pressman#kelly aldrich
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