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Safe- JJ Maybank

Summary- After a long day JJ seeks comfort in you once he realizes he can't sleep by himself.

Word count: 792

Warning: mentions of mental and physical abuse. Tears :(

5:  “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

35: “Did you seriously just climb through my window?”

96: Here, take my blanket.”

Y/n/n: your nickname

Y/n: your name

Your eyes flew open at the sound of your window lock popping open, a thumping sound echoed. Grabbing the closest thing you could grab, your hands clutched your bedside table lamp, ready to hit the intruder.

"Y/n! Y/n, it's me!" A familiar voice spoke. You furrowed your eyebrows together. Flicking the light on, your heart dropped at the sight of JJ Maybank. "Did you seriously just climb through my window? On the second floor?"

Placing your light back on the table, you walked towards the boy who had his head hung low. Walking up to him, you gently held the bottom of his chin, making you look at him. Your mouth slightly falling open at the sight of a gash above his eyebrow.

"He did this, didn't he?" You questioned, already knowing how his father had a past of being abusive to the boy. He didn't speak, nodding his head. "I can't sleep, can I stay here?" He quickly asked, obviously scared to go back home.

"Yeah, yeah of course. Come on let's get you cleaned up." You held his hand in yours, leading him to your bathroom. He sat on the ledge of the tub, watching you dip a face rag in warm, soapy water.

A soft sob erupted from JJ's mouth, making you turn your head to look at him to see his hands hiding his face. You got on your knees in front of him, holding both of his shoulders.

"Hey, hey JJ I'm right here. You're safe, he can't hurt you." You mumbled, pulling him into your chest. "He didn't- didn't stop throwing insult after insult. Every god damn day is insults and fighting." You squeezed your eyes shut as you held him close to you.

You whispered soft, supporting words, rocking back and forth trying to calm him down. "It's okay, I got you." You whispered, pressing a kiss to his for forehead. "You make me feel safe." He whispered, sniffing. You didn't let go until you the felt hot tears on your chest disappear.

Pulling away, you held his chin again, "I'm sorry if this hurts." You apologized quickly. You gently swiped the rag across his wound, washing off dried blood and anything else.

He took in small details as you cleaned his wound. How dialated your pupils were as you focused on him. How your eyelashes just barely touched the bottom of your eyebrow. He never noticed just how beautiful your eyes were. He couldn't help but softly grin at how your to tongue was ever so slightly sticking out.

He flinched, flinging his body away from your hand. "I know, I know, I'm sorry." After you cleaned his cut, you washed the rest of his face, letting him melt into your touch.

Grabbing a special cream for cuts, you gently dabbed a splotch on, watching his face contort in pain at the stinging sensation. Unwrapping a pokemon band aid, you lifted it up, only to have him push your hand back down to inspect the band aid. "Fuck yeah, it's Charmander." He laughed, breaking the glum feeling in the room.

"Perfect match for you, Maybank." You grinned, sealing the band aid down on his cut. "And there you go. Good as new." JJ jumped up from his spot, wrapping you in a tight hug. His arms found their way around your neck, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"You know you're always welcomed here." You mumbled into his chest, earning a kiss on your head. "Let's try to get some rest." He released you a you led him back to your bed.

You took your spot closest to the wall, patting the seat next to you for JJ to join. He climbed in next to you, his arm resting underneath your head as he pulled you close to him.

Your arm rested on his chest, drawing soft shapes on his shirt knowing that was something that calmed him down when he needs it. His body shuttered, reaching over you to close the window he unlocked. "Here, take my blanket."

You passed him the blanket that was pooled at your feet. Pulling the blanket up, you covered both your bodies. "You make me warmer than that." He mumbled, intertwining his legs with yours.

You tilted your head up to see him looking down at you with a smile. "You're the best y/n/n." You pressed a kiss to the bottom of his jaw, snuggling your face onto his chest. You watched as his eyelids fluttered shut, hearing the shallow breaths coming out of his mouth. JJ was finally able to sleep, feeling safe and secure knowing you were in his arms now, and you were gonna be in his arms when he's awake.

You rested your ear on his pectoral, listening to the soothing beat of his heart. Grinning to yourself, you whispered, "goodnight JJ." Before allowing yourself to fall asleep in the arms of JJ Maybank.

Why "doing something relaxing” does not help your anxiety

A lot of the time when people give advice intended to relieve anxiety, they suggest doing “relaxing” things like drawing, painting, knitting, taking a bubble bath, coloring in one of those zen coloring books, or watching glitter settle to the bottom of a jar.

This advice is always well-intentioned, and I’m not here to diss people who either give it or who benefit from it. But it has never, ever done shit for me, and this is because it goes about resolving anxiety in the completely wrong way.  

THE WORST THING YOU CAN DO when suffering from anxiety is to do a “relaxing” thing that just enables your mind to dwell and obsess more on the thing that’s bothering you. You need to ESCAPE from the dwelling and the obsession in order to experience relief.

You can drive to a quiet farm, drive to the beach, drive to a park, or anywhere else, but as someone who has tried it all many, many times, trust me–it’s a waste of gas. You will just end up still sad and stressed, only with sand on your butt. You can’t physically escape your sadness. Your sadness is inside of you. To escape, you need to give your brain something to play with for a while until you can approach the issue with a healthier frame of mind. 

People who have anxiety do not need more time to contemplate, because we will use it to contemplate how much we suck.

In fact, you could say that’s what anxiety is–hyper-contemplating. When we let our minds run free, they run straight into the thorn bushes. Our minds are already running, and they need to be controlled. They need to be given something to do, or they’ll destroy everything, just like an overactive husky dog ripping up all the furniture. 

Therefore, I present to you: 

THINGS YOU SHOULD NOT DO WHEN ANXIOUS

–Go on a walk

–Watch a sunset, watch fish in an aquarium, watch glitter, etc.

–Go anywhere where the main activity is sitting and watching

–Draw, color, do anything that occupies the hands and not the mind

–Do yoga, jog, go fishing, or anything that lets you mentally drift 

–Do literally ANYTHING that gives you great amounts of mental space to obsess and dwell on things.

THINGS YOU SHOULD DO WHEN ANXIOUS:

–Do a crossword puzzle, Sudoku, or any other mind teaser game. Crosswords are the best.

–Write something. It doesn’t have to be a masterpiece. Write the Top 10 Best Restaurants in My City. Rank celebrities according to Best Smile. Write some dumb Legolas fanfiction and rip it up when you’re done. It’s not for publication, it’s a relief exercise that only you will see. 

–Read something, watch TV, or watch a movie–as long as it’s engrossing. Don’t watch anything which you can run as background noise (like, off the top of my head, Say Yes to The Dress.) As weird as it seems, American Horror Story actually helps me a lot, because it sucks me in. 

–Masturbate. Yes, I’m serious. Your mind has to concentrate on the mini-movie it’s running. It can’t run Sexy Titillating Things and All The Things That are Bothering Me at the same time. (…I hope. If it can, then…ignore this one.) 

–Do math problems—literally, google “algebra problems worksheet” and solve them. If you haven’t done math since 7th grade this will really help you. I don’t mean with math, I mean with the anxiety. 

–Play a game or a sport with someone that requires great mental concentration. Working with 5 people to get a ball over a net is a challenge which will require your brain to turn off the Sadness Channel. 

–Play a video game, as long as it’s not something like candy crush or Tetris that’s mindless. 

THINGS YOU SHOULD DO DURING PANIC ATTACKS ESPECIALLY:

–List the capitals of all the U.S. states

–List the capitals of all the European countries

–List all the shapes you can see. Or all the colors. 

–List all the blonde celebrities you can think of.

–Pull up a random block of text and count all the As in it, or Es or whatever.  

Now obviously, I am not a doctor. I am just an anxious person who has tried almost everything to help myself.  I’ve finally realized that the stuff people recommend never works because this is a disorder that thrives on free time and free mental space. When I do the stuff I listed above, I can breathe again. And I hope it helps someone here too. 

(Now this shouldn’t have to be said but if the “do nots” work for you then by all means do them. They’ve just never worked for me.)

this boy literally pushes himself to his breaking point when doing anything for us. And you people think you can leak his personal information to the public knowing damn well it could be used to hurt him or be used to make bts in general stop trusting us all completley and not do the things they do for us they dont have to go above and beyond for us but they do because they trust us with stuff. So thank you to whoever thought it was smart to do this because now they probably have lost a little more trust for us  

SO WTF ARE PEOPLE’S PROBLEM?! I HAVE ACTUALLY BEEN CRYING FOR SINCE I’VE FOUND OUT

I love my husband so damn much and i’m literally heart broken right now. Jungkook gives us so much and just wants us to respect not only him but his privacy and “army” can’t respect it?! I don’t care if we never get another update I just need him to be okay. Not over working himself and staying true to himself. I know people agree with me so please try and do this

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Warning!! Major Spoilers for Infinity War ahead!!!

Peter Parker x Reader, Tony Stark x Daughter Reader

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More Than Bravery (Part 1)

 Pairing: Eric Coulter X OC

 Warnings: Maybe some violence, but I guess that’s normal when it comes to Dauntless.

 Word count: 1.083

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 I wake up to the best day of my life. It’s late, I know, but I don’t care. Taking a quick shower, I wear my borrowed clothes and then my gray dress to cover it up. It’s the last time I’ll ever wear these stupid clothes. Running downstairs, I yell for my little brother who leaves the breakfast table to hug me. Leaving him breaks my heart.

 “Are you going to pick Dauntless?” He whispers in my ear and I nod, smiling. “Wait for me there.”

 “I will, sweetie.”

 “Ellen, eat quickly, we have to go.” My mother barks, not bothering to look at us. “Or you’ll go to bed without dinner tonight.”

 I roll my eyes. Judith knows very well I won’t come back, but she just can’t accept it. She’s probably burning inside, never thought this day would ever come. But it did and I couldn’t be happier.

 Holding Benjamin’s hand, I look for Denay in the crowd. I see Mayla and Steven and they wave at me. Getting on my knees, I hold both Ben’s hands on mine.

 “I gotta go now, Ben. But I promise we’ll see each other again.” He starts to cry so I hug him tightly. “I love you, never forget it.”

 “I love you too, Elly.”

 “I have a surprise for you. So pay attention.” With a last hug, I let him go with my mother, running to meet my friends and follow the flow to our place, standing in the corner of the Hub.

 All the factions are here. Every faction but Dauntless. We can hear them before actually seeing them, yelling and running and celebrating. Tyler and Denay come running to us and I hug Denay tight.

 “Finally.” I say, holding his hands. But there’s something in his eyes. His hands are cold and shaking so I raise my eyebrows. “Are you okay?”

 “Yes, but… I need to talk to-”

 “Welcome.” Is Marcus this year. Great. But I won’t let it ruin my day.

 The Choosing Ceremony is starting and I can’t help but focus on the five bowls. I can see the smoke coming from the Dauntless coal. There’s where I want to drop my blood. There’s where I belong.

 Marcus starts calling us. Maya is the first to go, them Tyler. Both pick Dauntless. Steven is scared when his name is called, but after a few seconds of hesitation, he picks Dauntless too.

 “Ellen, I need you to know that…” Denay’s voice fades when I hear my name. I kiss his cheek before stepping forward.

 That’s when I do it. I take off my dress to reveal my black clothes. A black tank top, black jeans, and black shoes. All Dauntless start yelling, but the look on Marcus’ face is the best part of it. I let my hair down when I finally reach the bowls.

 Taking my knife, I cut my hand quickly and let my blood drop on the hot coals. Three drops, more than necessary. Did I cut too deep? I don’t care. I’m smiling, I’m floating. I’ll be Dauntless after all these awful years.

 “Dauntless.” Marcus states in a cold voice, and all my new faction stands up to welcome me as I walk towards my future. Benjamin has a big smile on his lips and I wave at him before sitting in my place beside Mayla.

 “We’re gonna be together.” Mayla takes my hand and I notice how happy she is.

 “We’ll kill each other, but yes.” I laugh as Carly, the girl who borrowed me the black clothes comes to sit with us.

 Now there are only two boys left, and Denay is walking to the stage. I take a deep breath as he cuts his hand… And let his blood fall on the soil.

 “Amity.”

 People groan and murmur. Dauntless don’t like when someone leaves. They hate the fact that they had someone so coward on their complex for sixteen years. But  I stand still, ignoring how my friends try to calm me down. I am calm. Denay just broke up with me in the worst way possible.

 Soon enough we’re leaving. I don’t think twice before following them. I don’t look back. We’re running downstairs and then dominating the streets, pushing whoever is on our way. It feels good to run without worrying if somebody will see me. When the train is approaching, I don’t stop to wait for anyone. I quicken my pace, aiming for the first car. It’s not the first time I do this. Mayla yells my name, but I ignore her and pull myself up to the train, holding tight on the hard metal so I can lean back and feel the wind in my hair. People scream at me like I’m crazy, but I just smile, calmly stepping inside the wagon.

 When I finally feel the train slow down, I look out. There’s a roof with some Dauntless members. A voice back there tells me that I have to jump. Good. Walking to the other side of the wagon, I take a deep breath and run. I can see the street, down there, flying beneath my feet, and then I crash onto the floor. My shoulder aches like hell, but I can’t help but burst into laugh. I’m here. I’m Dauntless. Nothing, not even my coward ex-boyfriend will ruin this.

 “Ellen, you okay?” Mayla asks as Tyler checks on my shoulder.

 “Yes. I’m not bleeding, so that means I’m fine.” I leave them there, pushing through the crowd so I can see who’s speaking.

 “Welcome to the warrior faction.” The man barks, making eye contact with every single initiate. He’s tall, has cold eyes and seems to be hating his job up here. I can notice his muscles even through his jacket.

 My first thought: He’s unbelievably handsome.

 My second thought: He’s dangerous.

 “Now, to prove yourselves worthy, you just have to-”

 “Jump?” I say all of a sudden, noticing how he placed himself beside a small wall. I walk to where he’s standing, bending over the wall to see a huge hole in a roof, leading to complete darkness.

 “Good luck, initiate.” He whispers as I climb the wall, turning my back to the whole. My friends ask me to stop, to listen to the leaders before doing anything stupid, but instead, I look at that man, waiting for a sign. “Prove you’re brave, girl.”

 “I already did.” I say right before letting my body fall back.

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Ooh can I please make a GOT request where the Reader works as a doctor/healer for the Dothraki and loves her work. Khal Drogo falls in love with her and makes excuses to go and see her. He finally gets the courage to ask her out when he sees another patient (or doctor or just another guy) hitting on her and gets jealous. Thank you so much sweetheart!!!

Pairing: Khal Drogo x ReaderFandom: GoT ; ASoIaFWarnings: make out session at the end, but no real steamy parts (how the fuck, right? lolol, I’ll write khal drogo smut soon, I just know it)

A/N: HEEEY BABE! omg thank you SO SO SO MUCH for this request! to be honest, I was a little scared at first, having never written khal drogo stories before, but I really love the character and tried my best to do him justice. also, I changed the “asking her out” part to just making out since I didn’t think Khal Drogo would ask anyone out haha. hope you still like it babe <33 (added Khal Drogo to my fandoms page)

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“Idon’t think you’re sick, Zhania,” you got up from the stool next tothe bed where Zhania was currently lying on. “I think you’re withchild.”

Vazzo,her husband, raised his head at that and started smiling, as didZhania. 

The two of them had been trying for ages.

Yougrinned as well.

“Congratulations!You’re going to be parents!”

Vazzokissed your hand out of gratitude, then went over to Zhania. Youdecided to give the two of them a moment alone and went outside ofyour healer’s tent, just when Khal Drogo wanted to come in.

“Oh,forgive me. Can I help with something?” you smiled up at him.

Heglanced inside the tent and found Vazzo hugging Zhania tightly, ahand on her stomach.

The corner’s of his mouth relaxed a little and you swore you saw the slightest hint of a smile.

“Wouldyou follow me?”

Younodded and followed him to his tent without hesitation.

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Love You Just As Much

Klaus Mikaelson X Reader 

Word Count: 856

Requested: Anon

Request: hey! i’d like to request a klaus mikaelson x daughter imagine where she’s like 6 or something and when hope is born she feels like the family gives her more attention and she distances herself. then one day klaus asks her about it and she tells him about it and starts crying and klaus hugs her and tells her that he’ll always love her as much as hope. thank you!

Klaus hadn’t noticed it at first, he’d been to caught up in everything that was happening in New Orleans, now there would be two little girls that he’d have to provide for and protect but he loved you both. It just seemed like he loved her more. You had decided that it was best for you to stay away. At first, it was small things like coming out of your room later or just spending more time away from people, Elijah noticed it first and came to see you.

“(Y/N)?” Elijah asked knocking on your door. You were sitting at your desk you legs swinging because your feet didn’t touch the floor. “Hi, Uncle Elijah.” You waved smiling, he smiled back and walked into the room standing behind you as he watched you draw. “How are you today?” He asked. “I’m okay!” You answered forcing a smile. “Why don’t you come down?” He asked. “I will later!” You answered. “I want to finish my drawing first.” “Alright dear well let me know if you need anything.” Elijah smiled. “I will!” You answered.

A few days later Klaus and Hayley brought Hope home, you saw the way that they all looked at her, you heard the things that they said about her and you felt like you weren’t even there anymore. You stayed away most of the time locked away in your room, that is until you left altogether, you found yourself in the bayou, you found somewhere to stay in the bayou. You were only 6 but you knew how to survive out there, Klaus found you after some people had forced you to active the werewolf gene. Klaus took you in after finding you running around in wolf form. It only took a few hours for the wolves to realise that you had wandered into their territory upon hearing that it was a young girl Jackson decided to talk you himself. When he found you, you’d managed to make a small shelter and had your legs pulled up to your chest.  “Hey there.” Jackson smiled gently as he crouched, you looked up at him. “Are you lost?” “No.” You answered and he frowned. “What are you doing here?” He asked. “I’m just looking for somewhere to stay.” You mumbled. “Don’t you live it The Originals?” He asked. “I used to but now Klaus has a better daughter he doesn’t need me.” You mumbled. “Do you want to come back with us?” Jackson asked. “Who are you?” You asked and he smiled. “My names Jackson I’m the Alpha of the pack out here.” He answered and you nodded. “I’m (Y/N).” You answered. “You made this?” he asked and you nodded. “Cool, you want to come back?”

“Where is she!?” Klaus asked pacing the courtyard of the Abattoir, the place was quiet since he’d sent all of the vampires out the find you. “Klaus when was the last time that you spoke to her?” Elijah asked. “What does that have to do with anything?” He asked. “Maybe she left rather than being taken,” Elijah suggested. “What are you suggesting?” Klaus asked. “When was the last time that you spoke to her?” Elijah repeated, Klaus was about to answer when he got a call from Hayley saying that the wolves found you and you could come get you.

“So you like drawing and building?” Jackson asked you were sitting with him, he had you on his lap and you were playing with his fingers. “Yeah Klaus used to help me make things, I should show my room back home, there’s lots of stuff there.” You explained, neither of you noticed Hayley watching you, Klaus came up next to her and spotted you. “Have you spoken to her?” He asked. “She told Jackson that you don’t need her anymore,” Hayley answered. Hayley didn’t miss the hurt look that crossed his face before he covered it and looked over at you talking to Jackson, Jackson looked over at Klaus and then tapped your shoulder pointing over, Klaus saw the shocked looked that took over your face before Jackson walked you over. Klaus knelt down and picked you up nodding to Jackson in thanks before walking away with you. “What are you doing out here little one?” Klaus asked his voice softer than you expected. You shrugged opting for playing with his necklaces. “I heard that you don’t think I need you.” “Hmm.” You hummed continuing to play with his necklace. “Your wrong… You know.” He said, you finally looked at him, he glanced down and smiled. “You know why?” You shook your head. “I love you just as much as I love Hope, you make me happy. Now, why would I want to get rid of you?” Klaus asked squeezing you. When you got back to the quarter Klaus took you to get something to eat before taking you home, it was late when you got back and you had fallen asleep but instead of taking you to your room, Klaus took you to his took off  your shoes and his before laying down with you and falling asleep cradling you to his side.

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the hair tie || jj x reader

summary: one morning on the HMS Pogue you notice something new on JJ’s wrist and ask him why it’s there. 

warnings: a few mentions of abuse

requested: noooooo - but they’re open! 

One day he started wearing a hair tie on his wrist. 

You noticed it when you were on the HMS Pogue one October morning. They all decided to watch the sunrise on the boat. John B liked to start fishing early and loved dragging the rest of the pogues along. Pope would bring some kind of study material to read on the boat ride through the marsh. Kie normally put headphones in her ears wanting to drown out Sarah’s tired groans and JJ’s snores. You had a coffee in one hand and were running your fingers through JJ’s hair with the other. The morning air sent a shiver down your spine and was crisp against your face. Most mornings JJ was ready to fish with John B, but his dad had been in a worse mood lately. Which meant a lot of long nights filled with anxiety or walking to the Chateau at 3am. 

You moved your hand to play with the hair at the base of his neck. It never failed to put him to sleep and keep him asleep and it was the least you could do. You always wished you could do more. Always wishing you could take away the pain - emotional and physical. 

You sipped some of your coffee and looked down at the boy sleeping on your legs. His head was laying over his arms as he sat on the floor of the boat. You couldn’t remember how he ended up in this position as your brain was fuzzy this early. But it allowed for the perfect position to drink your coffee and make sure he stayed asleep as long as possible. 

You noticed a small black hair tie wrapped around his wrist just under his sweatshirt. Sure, his hair was long, but never long enough to keep a hair tie around his wrist. Meanwhile, your hair was the longest it had ever been, just past the shoulders, but you always wanted your hair up for one reason or another. 

You gently nudged JJ awake so he could catch the beginning of the sunrise. He came to sit next to you and pulled you into his arms. The sky was every different color orange and pink you could think of. It was a sight that never got old. 

“J,” your voice quiet, your fingers traced his new black bracelet, “Since when have you used a hair tie?” a chuckle escaped your lips.

A small smile graced his face and he sighed, his grasp around you pulling you a little closer, “Well, do you remember that night at The Wreck a few weeks ago?” he paused for a second, not really needing a response, moreso sitting in the memory that was insignificant to you, but clearly big to him. “You asked Kie and Sarah if they had something you could tie your hair up with and they didn’t have anything.” The memory came back to you. You remembered fussing about how you hated the feeling of your hair down during meals. “You said it was ‘unsanitary’,” he laughed. God, how you loved that smile. “In that moment I wished I could have helped you or been the one to magically pull a hair tie from my pocket.” his eyebrows scrunched together in sadness. “But I couldn’t do that for you." 

"J,” He pulled your legs on top of his, running his hand over your shins. “You don’t-”

“I know I can’t give you as much as a Kook could,“ he paused, his eyes glistened with the tears that were forming, "But I don’t want you to ever stop needing me,” he looked directly into your eyes. 

You had never seen him in this way before. All at once you felt like you could see the pain of his life come to the surface and the desperation to make sure you never left was clear. He didn’t have to say anything else. You placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. 

The hair tie. It was something so insignificant that it didn’t even occur to you how big it was to him. He wanted to make sure the next time you were without, he was able to provide. Never in your life had you met someone like JJ. Never would you want to be without JJ. 

"And here I thought it was your way of telling me you were shooting for a man bun.” you smiled against his lips which elicited a laugh from him. He held you tighter and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

And in that moment, you realized that even for the simplest things, you would always want and need JJ Maybank. 

13 reasons why season 4 sucks ass

Tw: everything 

When the show first came I didn’t like any of the normal characters people would like I liked bryce, monty, and justin. But as time went on I kept liking them I kept sticking by them because they all had stuff going on in their personal lives now I know that is not an excuse for what bryce did to those girls but he truly was trying to change in season 3 he was trying to become a better person and you could see that he dropped his friendship with monty who was like a brother to him to help tyler. He tried to apoligoze to Ms.Baker he wanted to be better but the show thought hey lets kill the person that is trying to be better. 

Monty was like me in many ways struggling with his sexuality and being a bully because his life and his home life was terrible he however did not try to redeem himself he stayed the same monty that we all knew from the past seasons the one that assulted tyler with a fucking mop handle the person that kept getting into fights. But you could see the very subtle change in him when he became more and more comfortable with who he was as a gay man but then Clay fucking jensen had to go and frame monty for the murder which led to him dying in prison. 

now onto the real reason I made this post season 4 of this show that should have ended in season 2. Now we all know that clay is fucking crazy but this season they took it really far and showed us a boy who was loosing himself even more every day he kept seeing bryce and monty he knew deep down that he kept seeing them because he was guilty he was fucking guilty. The one good thing I think about this season was that we got to see tony’s struggle with trying to get his family back and we saw tony grow as a person. Alex being gay what a fucking shock its not like we could all tell from the beginning  but I am happy for him I truly am. Justin now that shit fucking hurts because he was doing so well and I could relate to him I was an addict for a few years but I got help and Became better just like him he applied for collage hell he got aceppted to collage but nope now they have to tell the collage borad or whatever that he died of AIDs and imagine how hard that must of been for Brandon flynn the actor that play’s justin he is a gay man but i do commend him for playing the part so well.