One Of The Things Thats Amazing About Oz Is How Nobody Gets Forgotten. Every Prisoner Is Guilty Of Their

One of the things that’s amazing about Oz is how nobody gets forgotten. Every prisoner is guilty of their crimes, and we can sympathize with them and like them in spite of that because the show focuses on their lives and it humanizes them, like anyone should be humanized. But the show doesn’t let us forget that they did what they did, and it doesn’t let our sympathy for the characters overshadow the pain that they caused to others. Everyone’s voice is heard, not just the prisoners.

We see mother of the child that Beecher killed confront him, and they show us every bit of rage and pain that she still feels. She screams at Beecher that she hopes he’s suffering, and even though we can see just how bad his suffering is and we know that she has no idea what she’s truly saying, we can’t really hate her for saying it. No matter how much we love Beecher, we can’t hate Mrs. Rockwell.

We see the judge who gave Beecher the maximum sentence confront him, and they show us the torment that she feels over her decision. We see Beecher’s torment over his guilt. We see, again, the torment the Rockwells faced over the death of their daughter. And we can’t hate anyone, or paint any single person as “the bad guy” in a thematic sense, because they’re all human beings. They are all suffering, and we are made to see that they are all suffering, and we aren’t allowed to forget it, because Oz is not a show that lets us get away with the luxury of being able to pick a side, because it knows that these situations are real, the people involved are real, and that there really are no easy answers.

I am so glad that the show treats this topic, like it treats so many other serious topics, with the attention and sensitivity that it deserves.

SHIPS MEME: ‘a warrior ship’  ↳ Glenn & Maggie (The Walking Dead)

He tied me to a chair, beat me and threw a walker in the room. Maybe I could call it even, but he took Maggie to a man who terrorized her. Humiliated her. I care more about her than I care about me. 

if ever your world comes crashing down written by shtiglitz

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she grinned at me. “you got types?”

“only you darling - lanky brunettes with wicked jaws.”

-the thin man, dashiell hammett

Did you hear about Blair?

She’s shrunk down to a size double zero, how sad. Her legs look like they’ll snap in half like toothpicks. I saw her at a restaurant once and she went off to the bathroom as soon as she finished eating. What do I mean? Isn’t it obvious? She probably knows the taste of her fingertips better than dogs know the taste of their own shit. How do I know? Doesn’t everybody know?

Shh, she’s coming, be quiet. Do you want her to hear us? Look, she’s going to the bathroom. I told you, didn’t I?

Shame.

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Legally Blonde (2001) dir Robert Luketic “To prepare for her role as Elle, Reese Witherspoon spent two weeks studying the behavior of sorority girls, as she did not wish to portray a stereotypical airhead sorority image. She states on the DVD commentary that they were all very kind and polite, and she enjoyed her time with them. She also observed women shopping from the café at Neiman Marcus, and attended law school for a day.”

Only Ours

This is my most dramatic, angst-filled and emotional one shot, which means the dialogue is a little melodramatic and I’m kind of nervous about it because melodramatic stories either work or don’t, no in-between but I really wanted to try and explore turmoil and the destructive intensity of turmoil/sexual jealousy/sexual attraction. So I hope you enjoy this. P.S. Kai is a tease in this one shot, which means that, yes, you as readers will be left woefully unfulfilled if you catch my drift ;) Again, enjoy! (and because they asked to be tagged: malachaibennett let me know your thoughts!)

He didn’t need her to love him. In all honestly he preferred her hatred because it was something that was his and no one else’s. Bonnie Bennett didn’t hate. She judged and she scorned and she even despised — a cool contempt for the morally bankrupt — but the only time she hated so passionately that she seemed almost possessed by rage was when she was with him and it stirred in her a need to consume him, to conquer him, to master him.

Kai lived for that need. He was always waiting for her, waiting for when that itch she had for him grew too unbearable for her to ignore and she had to have her body against his. His days were spent reliving those moments, remembering her lips, her thighs, her screams, her bites and then he was taken over by a desperate desire to make her itch so badly it would drive her to near-madness like how everything about her — her smile, her walk, her moan — sent him into a frenzy of mixed urges. Really they were more than urges, they were … feelings; feelings that he couldn’t stop and that kept him in a state of agitation and upheaval. The nights she didn’t make her way to him were the nights he smashed and shattered and slammed anything and anyone unlucky enough to be around him. The nights she came to him were the nights he remembered and re-remembered that she didn’t soothe him or satiate him, she only fuelled him, his need for her, there was no getting his fill of her, and when she left him he would clench his hair and scream in frustration of this knowledge. It was an agonizing arrangement between them; one that compelled him to do things like watch her whenever he could, however he could, with spells, with spies, with his own eyes.

It was strange to observe her life from afar, to see her with her friends, to see her in classes, to see her drink lattes and laugh at jokes and study for exams. That he wasn’t a part of that aspect of Bonnie didn’t bother Kai because he knew she didn’t belong to that world anymore, that the Bonnie who operated in that world wasn’t real but a projection from another life, a former life that ended the moment she found herself in the nineties. College and coffeehouses and karaoke nights weren’t what she ached for, weren’t what slipped into her dreams and woke her up in the middle of the night hot and panting and yearning for more; what she did with him, what she felt when she was with him, that was. Kai knew this even if she wouldn’t admit it to him, he knew it in his gut, which made it difficult for him to explain why seeing Bonnie and Damon together elicited a fury in him that he wasn’t accustomed to.

They were sitting at a window booth in Fran’s, the local diner, sharing a sandwich. Damon was stealing her fries. She laughed and hit him playfully across the shoulder. Many times before this Kai had stood where he was standing now, halfway behind a tree, across the street from Fran’s, and watched Bonnie eat with different men. None of them had inspired jealousy. In fact he’d been amused by them all, knowing that none of them could sense much less wet Bonnie’s thirst for darkness, for carnality. Only he could do that. What was it about Damon, then, that set Kai’s teeth on edge? That made his heart thud?

Moving away from the tree to get a better view of the diner, Kai watched as Damon’s glance lingered on Bonnie. He noticed Damon’s hooded eyes and parted mouth, he studied the expression of reverence and hunger on his face — it was a look Kai recognized because he had the same expression whenever he gazed at Bonnie, he had the same expression whenever they were having sex, and seeing it on Damon’s face roused in Kai the wild urge to set everything around him on fire. Bonnie put her elbow on the table and then rested her head in her hand and she seemed to flutter her eyes a little, giving Damon a smile — Kai saw a salaciousness in the slow way she did it that made his throat tighten and he couldn’t help but wonder if Bonnie would want Damon the way she wanted him, if Damon could elicit the same furious passion in her. The thing that was theirs. And that, he realized, was why this lunch date was different from the others. The possibility that she could …

“No. That’s ours.”

Kai began to pace in quick circles, breathing heavily, feeling his heart race faster. He couldn’t look anymore. He had to look again. He put his hands on the back of his head, interlocking his fingers. He turned toward the diner window. Damon was leaning over, whispering something in Bonnie’s ear then he touched the corner of her mouth, wiping something away. Maybe ketchup. Or mayonnaise. It didn’t matter; all that Kai could focus on was Damon’s fingers on Bonnie’s lips and suddenly he could imagine everything: Damon’s hands on her waist, his lips on her chest, her nails gripping his shirt, his grin at making her gasp, her husky calls of, “Damon! Damon!” Kai let out a yell and slammed his fist against the tree. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, trying to free himself of his torturous imagination. He could still hear her calling his name. Damon! Damon!

“Stop!”

He felt a violence toward Damon, a violence of unfamiliar intensity. Homicidal inclinations were nothing new to Kai; the anger associated with those urges was his state of being for a large chunk of his life but this, what he was experiencing now, it wasn’t that. He didn’t want to kill Damon. He wanted to bludgeon him, beat him, he wanted to tear him apart.

Kai picked up a fallen tree branch; it felt sturdy yet light in his hand. He headed toward the diner, his eyes fixed on Damon and Bonnie at the window. They were hugging now and Damon was rubbing his hand up and down the length of Bonnie’s back.

Damon! Damon! Damon!

Kai wanted to bodily tear the imaginary echoes from his head. He banged open the door to Fran’s with such force that the glass shattered from the frame. Everyone turned to look at the entrance, Bonnie whipped around to face him.

“Kai,” she said.

Damon’s eyes narrowed like he was about to make a calculated move but before he had the chance to react, Kai extended his free arm, muttered a spell and pinned Damon to his seat. After this, there would be no more magic, Kai just needed enough time to —

wham!

With all of his force behind the blow, Kai used the tree branch to strike Damon across the face, savouring the cracking sound of a broken jaw, the splatter of blood across the table and floor and window, the yelp of pain that tore through his mouth. Kai cleared his throat. That should be enough to shut up the echoes in his head.

Bonnie shouted. “What the hell is the matter with you?”

The spell didn’t hold Damon for more than a few seconds and he was out of his chair, a quick blur, and he slammed Kai down onto another table, a butter knife already in hand, its jagged edge a breath away from Kai’s eyeball. This was something Kai expected. He didn’t want Damon pinned for the entirety of the fight, he didn’t want to use magic either. There was something about his anger that made him want to physically destroy Damon with his own two hands, that made him want to take his time, that made him want to go up against Damon rather than manipulate him into losing. It wasn’t about playing God, it was about, it was about —

Pain. Bursting pain. Damon let go of Kai and pressed his hands to his temples, his eyes screwed and his mouth open in a yell. Kai felt his body stiffen like he had no control over it. Bonnie stood behind them, her expression fiercely focused and her hand open in front of her.

“Bonnie,” said Kai through gritted teeth.

She didn’t answer and she didn’t lower her arm until Damon was kneeling on the floor, cradling his head. As soon as the pain began, it stopped and Bonnie lunged toward Kai, grasping him by the arm and yanking him off the table, leading him toward the glassless door. He could hear Damon mumbling in the background. “Bonnie, where are you going with him? Bonnie?!”

They walked a couple of blocks until she found an alleyway between two buildings and she shoved Kai into it. “Are you completely out of your mind?” she yelled. “What the hell was that?”

Kai said nothing but sagged against the brick, his teeth clenched.

“Kai,” said Bonnie. “What the hell was that?”

He didn’t say anything. Bonnie slapped him hard across the face. His eyes flashed dangerously and he pushed off from against the wall, standing up straight.

“Does he always touch you like that?”

“What?”

“Damon,” said Kai. “Does he always touch you like that?”

“You can’t be serious. Touch me like what?”

“Like me.”

“He doesn’t touch me like you.” Bonnie paused for a moment and then mumbled as an afterthought, “No one touches me like you.”

“Exactly,” said Kai.

She narrowed her eyes. “Are you jealous?”

“Well I don’t just go around hitting people with tree branches, Bonnie, if someone annoys me I usually just kill them. Of course I’m jealous!”

She stared at him too bewildered to do anything but frantically shake her head open-mouthed. “Get over it,” she said finally. “We’re not together.”

“I don’t care. I don’t like him touching you.”

“Kai, I just said — we aren’t a couple!”

“I don’t care. That part of you is mine,” said Kai, enunciating the word ‘mine’ with a guttural intensity that made Bonnie’s eyebrows crease. She slapped him for a second time.

“Nothing about me is yours!” she screamed. “Nothing about me is anyone’s but mine. I’m not a possession to be —”

Bonnie didn’t finish her sentence. Kai grabbed her beneath her chin and she used one hand to pry his fingers from her face and the other to push him back against the wall; he reached behind her to the back of her head and tugged her hair so that he could stare her square in the eye. She glared back. They were both breathing heavily. And Kai could feel it. All of it. Feel how furious she was that he took a hold of her with such boldness, that she was thrilled by it, he could feel the longing between them and how much she resented it but how much she wanted to see where it would lead. Most of all he could feel her lack of forgiveness, her hatred of his past indiscretions but how that hatred, like always, was turning into a need to own him, to make him hers even though she would never be his. She wanted him. She hated him almost as much as she hated herself for it but she wanted him.  

“Don’t tell me that this, what you’re feeling right now, don’t tell me that that’s not mine. Don’t tell me you’ve felt this way about anyone else. This belongs to me. And to you. It has to … I … I crave it, Bonnie. I—” he exhaled heavily. “It’s all I think about. This is ours. Only ours.”

Bonnie put her hand over his and lowered it from the back of her head so she could take a step back. “We don’t have anything.”

“We have this.”

“This is nothing, Kai.”  

“This is enough of something to make you come back for more. Your body begs for it. I can feel it. I feel it right now.”

“It’s called sex,” said Bonnie, her voice a near-shout. “It’s just sex.”

“And you only want it from me,” said Kai, his tone matching hers.

“You’re so sure?” said Bonnie. Kai paused and clenched his jaw, his eyes unblinking and intense. “Is that why you pummelled Damon? Because you’re so sure?”

“Bonnie,” he said. It was a warning.

“What if he did touch me like you do? What if I wanted him to? What if whenever we touched even if it was just for a second, I ached and felt it everywhere. On my skin. Between my thighs…”

“Stop it.” The echoes of her calling Damon’s name were etching back into Kai’s head and he felt himself unravelling; he was beginning to shake. He couldn’t listen to her say anymore, just the possibility of any of it being true was excruciating to consider.

“Maybe I fantasize…”

“Bonnie.”

“Maybe when we’re together it’s his face I see —”

Kai seized Bonnie by the shoulders, his grip so tight he knew it would bruise her. “Why are you trying to make me angry?”

“Because I hate this!” She broke out of his grip and pushed him away from her. “You make me feel in the worst possible way. You bring something out in me that is dangerous and wrong.”

“It’s always been there, Bonnie.”

“But I didn’t notice it before you.”

“And now you’re having the time of your life.”

“And now I’m sickened with myself because of it. I hate you for that!”

“You don’t know hate, Bonnie.”

She took a step closer to him, her face inches from his, her eyes determined and blazing. “I. Hate. You.”

“You hate me?” he whispered. “You hate me? I hate you. What you do to me. Look at me! Look at what I’m doing because of you! I can’t even think about you with anyone else without wanting to kill something!”

Bonnie’s expression changed. Her eyes were shining now and Kai knew she wouldn’t let go of those unshed tears; he knew they were tears of anger, too, of being shamefully confused about what she was feeling and why.

“Everything about you terrorizes me. Do you know what that’s like? To think about you all the time and not be able to think about anything else? The songs make it seem fun, you know, make it seem cute. It’s not. It literally drives you crazy. You drive me crazy.” Kai gesticulated wildly and then put his put his hand to his face, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “I can’t concentrate on anything except for when I get to see you again.” Almost instinctively, he stretched his arm to touch her. She didn’t move away from his reach. Kai closed his eyes in a sort of triumph. That was all he wanted.

“When I get to feel you again …” He put his hands on her hips and clenched the material of her leggings. She pressed her mouth together and lowered her eyes. “… kiss you again …” He inched closer to her, his head bent, looking at her downcast eyes, his lips at her forehead. “I’m a mess if I’m not touching you,” he whispered. She sighed. He started kissing her earlobe and she slipped her hands up his chest. “And I can’t stand it when I am touching you because I know that eventually I’ll have to stop …” He moved his hands up to her waist and squeezed, making her stand on her tiptoes. He moved her against the wall. She put her lips against his neck. He flexed his hands over her behind and then slid them up to the small of her back, to the top of her spine, smoothing his fingers over her spaghetti straps so that they lightly fell off her shoulders, he grazed his teeth against them, he ran his lips down the back of her neck, his fingernails digging into the material of her tank top, desperate to shred through it and touch her skin. For now he just wanted to feel her, wanted to savour his hands on her body, explore the deep shallows of her curves, experience the smoothness of her skin, run his fingers across the firmness of her legs.

“This is killing me, Bonnie,” he breathed into her ear, hooking into the waistband of her leggings. “Do you know what that’s like?”  He slipped a finger in, tearing through her underwear until he got where wanted. Bonnie gasped and clasped his neck, bringing his face to hers but he didn’t kiss her; both of their mouths were open in raw yearning, both of their lips were touching, their eyes boring into each other. “All I do is wait for this,” he said.

“I know,” said Bonnie, her voice hoarse. “I know what that’s like.”

Kai sighed and increased the pressure of his fingers, making Bonnie throw her head back against the red brick. She clenched his shoulders. He withdrew his finger and trailed it across Bonnie’s lower lip, his eyes clouded and dark.

“Why’d you stop,” she whispered frantically.

“Because,” said Kai, lifting her. She wrapped her legs around him. “I don’t think you do know.” And he rocked into her, groaning with each thrust. She tried to keep quiet but with each intake of breath, each needy moan, Kai grinned. Madness. He wanted to drive her to madness. He rocked harder. Bonnie swore.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” she said breathlessly.

“No.”

“Please.”

“Why?”

“I want …” She dug her fingers deeper into Kai’s shoulder. “I want to do this for real.”

So did he but not yet.

“No,” he said again, his voice cracking. “You need to know.”

Bonnie put her hands on either side of her face and kissed him. Ferociously. Like she wanted all of his air. Kai thrust into her harder. She bit his bottom lip. He fisted through her hair. She squeezed her legs tighter around him. He ran his tongue down her chin.

“I know,” she said. It was almost a plead.

“Good,” said Kai, loosening his grip so she could slide down and stand back on the ground. He pressed her against the wall with his body, slipping his hands up and beneath her tank top, palming her breasts. Bonnie sighed through her kiss-swollen lips and reached for Kai’s zipper but he caught her by the wrist, raised her arm and pinned it above her head against the wall. He leaned toward her, gently dragging his teeth across her jaw, and he nibbled her earlobe. “No,” he whispered as his other hand continued to massage her chest. He could feel her tremble with ripe want.

“Kai,” she said.

“You drive me crazy,” he told her again.

She groaned. “I hate you.”

“I know,” he said, smiling against her neck. And he did know. Because it was theirs. “Only ours.”           

favorite relationships + Todd Chavez & Emily

Do you ever think about what it would be like if we dated now? I don’t know. What would it be like? I guess we’d hang out together, like we already do. And you would be my favorite person, like you already are.