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Freud’s Last Session: what is Anthony Hopkins psychology drama about - when is AFI Fest premiere?

Anthony Hopkins and Matthew GoodE star in 2023 drama film Freud's Last Session

Freud’s Last Session is a film about the meeting of two great minds of the first half of the 20th century, founder of psychoanalysis Sigmund Freud, and fantasy author C.S. Lewis. In the film the pair meet on 1 September 1939, the day that Germany invaded Poland, and two days before Britain enters the Second World War. With Freud in the last weeks of his life, suffering from cancer of the jaw, he meets with Lewis, a promising Oxford don who was still more than a decade away from publishing The Chronicles of Narnia that would make him famous. The pair spend hours debating the existence of God - Freud was a passionate atheist whilst Lewis converted from atheism to Christianity in 1931. Freud’s Last Session will premiere at AFI Fest in Los Angeles this week before getting a cinematic release later in the year.

Anthony Hopkins and Matthew GoodE star in Freud's Last Session

Who is in the cast of Freud’s Last Session?

Anthony Hopkins as Sigmund Freud

Matthew GoodE as C. S. Lewis

Jodi Balfour as Dorothy Burlingham

Orla Brady as Janie Moore

Stephen Campbell Moore as JRR Tolkien

Liv Lisa Fries as Anna Freud

Rhys Mannion as Young C.S. Lewis

David Shields as Weldon

Pádraic Delaney as Warren Lewis

Tarek Bishara as Jacob Freud

George Andrew-Clarke as Paddy Moore

Gary Buckley as Albert Lewis

[Jeremy Northam as Dr. Ernest Jones]

When is Freud’s Last Session on at AFI Fest?

Freud’s Last Session will have its world premiere in room one of the TCL Chinese Theatre in Los Angeles during AFI Fest 2023. The screening will take place at 5pm on Friday 27 October.

When is Freud’s Last Session in cinemas?

The film will be released in cinemas in the US on 22 December 2023. A UK cinematic release date has not yet been confirmed.

Anthony Hopkins plays Sigmund Freud in Freud's Last Sesion

Is Freud’s Last Session based on a book?

Yes, in a roundabout way. The film is based on a stage play of the same name by author Mark St. Germain, which was first performed in 2009. The play is itself based on the 2003 book, The Question of God: C.S. Lewis and Sigmund Freud Debate God, Love, Sex, and the Meaning of Life, by Armand Nicholi. In his book Nicholi presents the letters and writings of each thinker regarding their views on God and religion, but does not include an actual meeting between the pair.

Is Freud’s Last Session a true story?

The film, and the play it is based on is not directly inspired by a true story. It is not known for certain whether Freud and C.S. Lewis ever met in person, though they were aware of each other. Freud was visited by an Oxford professor in the last month of his life, but the identity of that person remains unknown - it was this meeting that inspired Germain’s play. Whilst Freud and Lewis were both real figures, and their beliefs about religion, family, and other matters are accurately reflected in the film, the actual meeting between the pair is fictionalised.

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Matthew GoodE as C.S. Lewis (left) and C.S. Lewis (right). PATRICK REDMOND/SONY PICTURES CLASSICS; JOHN CHILLINGWORTH/PICTURE POST/HULTON ARCHIVE/GETTY IMAGES

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💥New Role💥

Matthew Goode is credited in IMDB as having a role in monster horror film Abigail, due for release in April this year. I assume Matthew filmed this in May while in Ireland shooting Freud’s Last Session. His exact role is not specified in IMDB credits but it is likely to be small.

Plot: After a group of criminals kidnap the ballerina daughter of a powerful underworld figure, they retreat to an isolated mansion, unaware that they're locked inside with no normal little girl.

The film is based on a reimagining of the 1936 Universal Classic Monsters film Dracula's Daughter.

Directors: Matt Bettinelli-Olpin and Tyler Gillett. Writers: Stephen Shields and Guy Busick

Other cast members: Melissa Barrera, Dan Stevens, Kathryn Newton, William Catlett, Kevin Durand, Angus Cloud, Alisha Weir, and Giancarlo Esposito.

World premiere: Overlook Film Festival on 7 April.

World theatrical release: 19 April (Universal Pictures)

📷 Film poster and still: Universal Pictures, photograph of MG-Getty.

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#matthew goode #abigail #horror film #matthewgoode

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A Goode year ... 2023

Time for my usual review of Matthew Goode's year. Every year I sit down to write these thinking - hmm - we didn’t see enough of Matthew Goode this year.  [NEVER enough]  But then each year I’m surprised by how busy he is. But this year we had several months of Goodey being MIA. How did we cope?

January -

You can tell I'm searching for 'news' when the biggest thing that happened in January was the release of a 13 year old interview with Matthew on the Ellen Show! Well it got us excited coz most of the old YouTubes of it had disappeared.

[📷 screenshot by @matthewgiggles - she did 1061 of these babies 👏] Oh and Matthew was robbed in the Critics Choice Awards for his performance in 'The Offer' . ROBBED!!! Oh well - at least he was nominated.

February -

Not a Goode month - I seriously couldn't find any Goode news in the archive.

March -

In March we got excited about Matthew playing either A RABBIT or a hedgehog (coz we will take ANYTHING during this drought) in a new animation 'Tally Ho' also known as 'Spiked'.

📷 @goodecollective Hoping Matthew plays Walter the rabbit coz that's a bigger part - but I guess he could be the older brother.

April -

We got our first look at Matthew filming 'Freud's Last Session' -

[📷 Mark Doyle/Splash News]

... and the first 'official' promo pics from Sony Pictures Classics -

... And, bizarrely, the Whitehead Railway Museum (a location for FLS) spilled the beans that we'd see this in December.

May -

We were starved of Goode news -

June -

I mean WTF happened in June?

By July -

We were starting to worry....

August -

Luckily some more FLS casting news started trickling out and we were READY.

Oh and some of Matthew's costumes for ADOW were up for auction - so hopefully some lucky fans are sniffing those as I write this -

In September -

We started getting little bit of buzz about Matthew being a contender for Best Supporting Actor Oscars. 😯

And then towards the end of the month - this happened -

Matthew and ex F1 World champ Jenson Button doing lots of outdoorsy stuff to promote Hackett London's Autumn Winter collection -

Hallelujah - proof of life at last!

As well as the vid we were treated to loads of gorgeous promo pics by Charlie Gray. 😍

October -

Started off about the devil game golf. Matthew played at the Dunhill Links golf tournament -

📷 Dunhill Links and 'Gaz the Caddie'

So great that @asgoodeasgold was there so we got some gorgeous pics. Check them out here -https://www.tumblr.com/asgoodeasgold/730860856364122112/im-so-glad-you-enjoyed-goodeywatch-thank-you?source=share

Then, at last, we got a sneaky look at 'Freud's Last Session' -

... and guess what? Matthew was SO goode.

The movie premiered at AFI Fest but sadly, due to the strike, we missed out on seeing Matthew there. The review started appearing and guess what - our guy did good. More than holding his own working with Sir Anthony Hopkins so who could ask for more?

November

The superlatives about Matthew's performance as C.S. Lewis kept on coming. AND Matthew was spotted in Seville with his mate Jenson again for yet another Hackett campaign...

📷 all from @RenegadeJFG Twitter.

December

OMG there has been so much Goode action I don't know where to start. Matthew packed with so many interviews, zooms and articles to promote 'Freud's Last Session'. Exhausting for Matthew and a bit overwhelming for fans - but I'm not complaining. Here's just few appearances -

Matthew's interviews gave us some fascinating insights to the type of human he really is and what he believes - as well as the usual fun, laughter and the constant 'non-verbal leakage' that he is SO aware of.

AND a few hints that he is in talks to reprise BOB!

We got the official trailer in December and 'Freud's Last Session' had a limited release in the US (L.A. and New York).

Matthew has continued to receive great reviews for his work in FLS and let's hope that directors and award voters sit up and take notice!

So what will the next year bring? Well - it's looking goode.

#matthew goode #matthewgoode #freud's last session #a discovery of witches #adow #tally ho #photoshoots

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Do you have a favorite memory from the film?

The onset photographer captured one and I have it now. It’s me and Tony outside the church on the day we were shooting that scene of us walking across the graveyard. In this photo, we are both howling with laughter and have a hand on each other’s shoulder. I can’t remember what we were laughing about because we laughed quite a lot. But I really got him with something because he’s doubled over. I’ll always have that as a memory. I can stick [that photo] on my wall and go, ‘Hey, I worked with him. I worked with one of the greats! And look, he thought I was funny!’

Wonderful interview with Matthew!!!!

#matthew goode #anthony hopkins #freuds last session

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COMPLEX CHARACTERS

Opening today:

Freud's Last Session--The "session" in question is fictional, or at best nervily speculative--a meeting of the titular psychoanalytic pioneer with the Christian apologist C. S. Lewis. It's September of 1939; England has just declared war on Hitler's Germany, and Freud, who has fled Austria for England with his obsessively devoted daughter Anna, is in the agonizing homestretch of terminal mouth cancer. Irked by Lewis' parody of him in The Pilgrim's Regress (1933), Freud has invited the young Oxford don to his house in London for a civil but contentious chat.

Freud is played by Anthony Hopkins; Lewis is played by Matthew Goode. The direction is by Matthew Brown from a script he co-wrote with the American playwright Mark St. Germain, based on St. Germain's play (which I saw well-produced by Arizona Theatre Company in 2013). The play is a two-hander, but this handsomely-produced movie expands on it with scenes involving Anna (Liv Lisa Fries) and her partner Dorothy Burlingham (Jodi Balfour), flashbacks to Freud's childhood traumas and to Lewis' PTSD from the trenches in the earlier war, his eyebrow-raising cohabitation with Janie Moore (Orla Brady), etc.

But the juice in the film is still in the theatrical sparring between the two leads, especially Hopkins as the chuckling, cheerfully furious Freud. He's as lovably cantankerous here as he was as Pope Benedict in 2019's The Two Popes. For his part, Goode is smart enough not to make Lewis saintly or jolly; he gives him an edge of defensive aloofness alongside a deep decency.

It's hard to say which, if either, of the two men's viewpoints St. Germain and Brown are most in symapthy with. Many of us are likely to feel ourselves somewhere between Freud's staunch and bitter rationalism and Lewis' somehow rather half-hearted pose of orthodoxy. But the point of the film seems to be that what underlies both is, at least partly, existential terror, of a sort to which intelligent, intensely imaginative people like these two are particularly subject. Neither strict nonbelief nor strict belief seems to offer much deliverance.

Mean Girls--"It's a cautionary tale..." So the Greek chorus characters Janis and Damian sing to us at the beginning of this musical remake of the well-loved 2004 teen comedy, pared down from the 2018 Broadway version. This may be the secret of Mean Girls, in each iteration: it really is a moral tale with a cautionary point, and the heroine really does go to the dark side.

As you'll recall, Cady Heron (Angourie Rice) is a smart kid who grew up in campsites in Africa; her mother (Jenna Fischer) is a researcher. When she lands at a suburban American high school for junior year, the divisions in cafeteria clique and caste strike her as similar to those in the animal kingdom. She gets sucked into spending lunches with "The Plastics," a circle of glamorous sycophants led by uber-mean girl Regina George (Renée Rapp). Cady agrees, initially, at the urging of artsy girl Janis (Auli'i Cravalho) and big gay Damian (Jaquel Spivey) to serve as a double agent in a revenge plot against Regina. But gradually, of course, the plastic begins to take over for real. 

Or maybe the secret is just that the film, scripted, like the original, by Tina Fey (freely adapting a book by Rosalind Wiseman), is funny and sweet, but not so sweet that it forgets to be, you know, mean. Or maybe it's that most of the songs, by Nell Benjamin and Jeff Richmond, are delightful, and buoyantly staged by directors Samantha Jayne and Arturo Perez, Jr.

Overall, these actors don't have the vibrancy or distinctive personalities of the original film's cast, but they make up for this with terrific musical performing. Rapp brings such a baleful moan to "Meet the Plastics" that she really is a little scary, and Rice shades herself from guileless to conniving very believably. A few vets are around; Fey and Tim Meadows reprise their roles from the first film, and Busy Phillips and Jon Hamm contribute funny bits. The standouts, however, are Cravalho as Janis and Spivey as Damian, both equipped with gorgeous voices and the ability to act while they're belting.

Fey's generous-hearted--and sensible--take on popularity and self-esteem has provided a solid and unsentimental piece of role modeling for teens (and the teens that endure within most adults) for twenty years now. Maybe this movie will extend it for another twenty.

#mean girls #freud's last session #angourie rice #renee rapp #anthony hopkins #matthew goode #tina fey #auli'i cravalho #jaquel spivey #liv lisa fries #jon hamm #busy philipps #jodi balfour #orla brady #jeremy northam

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Matthew Brown’s Freud’s Last Session, based on Mark St. Germain’s play of the same title, should’ve been one of the best films of the year. On paper, it sounds nothing short of remarkable, with a rich premise and two unbeatably gifted actors at its helm, but the execution misses nearly every mark. 

What the story and title propose versus what we get are so vastly different that, at times, it feels like we are watching two completely different films. The story supposes what could have happened if neurologist Sigmund Freud and writer C.S. Lewis met and brought their opposing viewpoints to the surface. Cast a legendary actor like Anthony Hopkins to embody Freud and pair him with someone as sharply gifted as Matthew Goode, and we could’ve had an Academy Award contender at our hands. The only problem is that Freud’s Last Session tries harder than it needs to, doubting that compelling conversations can carry a film to absolute completion without the unnecessary use of morose flashbacks. 

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Reframing Perspectives: Talk Therapy’s Impact on Anxiety Disorders

Living with anxiety is like constantly carrying an extra weight that others can't see. It infiltrates moments, distorts perceptions, and can overshadow life’s beauty. Anxiety disorders affect millions worldwide, impacting daily functioning, relationships, and overall well-being. Amidst the labyrinth of treatments, talk therapy emerges as a powerful catalyst for transformation.

Anxiety is a multifaceted beast, its roots often intertwining with genetics, environment, and life experiences. It's not merely an overreaction; it's a complex interplay of neurological responses triggering a heightened fight-or-flight mode. The mind becomes a battlefield, thoughts racing, heart pounding, and breaths shallow. Anxiety is both a psychological and physiological phenomenon, weaving its threads into every aspect of life.

The Evolution of Talk Therapy

Within the landscape of anxiety treatment, talk therapy stands as a stalwart, evolving over decades. From Freud's psychoanalysis to modern cognitive-behavioral therapy (CBT) and mindfulness-based approaches, talk therapy has adapted, integrating diverse methodologies to address the intricate layers of anxiety. It’s not just about talking; it's about rewiring neural pathways, reshaping thought patterns, and fostering resilience.

In the quiet comfort of the therapy rooms, clients discover a sanctuary where they can express their deepest fears, sort through a tangle of complex thoughts, and bravely confront the darkness that their anxiety has cast over their lives. This is a realm where silence is not a void, but a canvas upon which clients can paint their stories, raw and unedited. In this space, therapists, such as Dr. Heidi Kling psychologist, wield their empathy and expertise like finely honed tools, carefully peeling back layers of distress and confusion. They foster an alliance that is profoundly supportive, where vulnerabilities are not merely tolerated, but honored as vital facets of the human experience. This therapeutic relationship encourages growth, nurtures resilience, and cultivates self-understanding, allowing clients to blossom even amidst turmoil.

Talk therapy acts as an alchemist, transmuting fear into understanding, chaos into clarity, and despair into hope. Through dialogue and introspection, individuals navigate the labyrinth of their emotions, dissecting the triggers, and unveiling underlying beliefs that fuel anxiety's flames. It's a voyage towards self-discovery, understanding the narratives that govern one's responses and creating new narratives steeped in resilience and self-compassion.

Therapeutic modalities like CBT dismantle the architecture of anxious thoughts, empowering individuals with tools to challenge distortions and reframe perceptions. Mindfulness-based therapies cultivate the art of being present, inviting individuals to embrace the here and now, finding solace in each breath and grounding themselves amidst life's turbulence.

Beyond the Therapy Room

The lasting influence of talk therapy stretches beyond the four walls of the therapist's office, permeating into the numerous aspects of daily life. This therapeutic intervention, such as that provided by Dr. Heidi Kling PHD, initiates a ripple effect. It reshapes the way individuals perceive, interpret, and react to their inner feelings, thoughts, and emotions. Over time, the skills and insights obtained through sessions with a psychologist, especially an experienced one like Dr. Heidi Kling psychologist , become integrated into the patient's daily routine. They manifest as robust coping mechanisms and adaptable strategies that help manage and mitigate the potentially debilitating feelings of anxiety. These tools, once fully ingrained, enable individuals to navigate real-world scenarios more effectively, bolstering their resilience against mental health challenges.

It's about recognizing triggers before they spiral, implementing breathing exercises during moments of distress, and consciously reframing negative thoughts into empowering affirmations. It's a metamorphosis, where the insights gained and skills honed in therapy permeate daily existence, fostering resilience in the face of anxiety's storms.

Embracing a New Narrative

Embarking on the therapeutic journey does more than merely provide a temporary shelter from the storm of anxiety; it facilitates the construction of an entirely new, empowering narrative steeped in resilience, self-realization, and personal growth. The aim of this journey is not to eradicate anxiety completely, but rather, to foster an environment where one can peacefully co-exist with it. This shift in perspective changes the narrative from one of dread and avoidance to one of comprehension and acceptance. Therapy equips people with the tools to build a sort of alliance with their anxiety; they acknowledge its existence, understand its roots, yet refuse to allow it to control their decisions and their lives. It's about learning to live with, not in spite of anxiety, transforming it from a formidable foe to a manageable aspect of one's emotional landscape.

Reframing perspectives is the crux of talk therapy’s impact. It's about viewing anxiety not as an insurmountable adversary but as a teacher—an invitation to delve deeper into oneself, unearth strengths, and cultivate compassion. It's a journey towards self-empowerment, where individuals reclaim authorship of their narratives, no longer defined solely by anxiety but by their resilience in navigating its terrain.

In the multifaceted landscape of therapeutic interventions led by Heidi Kling psychologist, anxiety metamorphoses from an omnipresent, overpowering entity into a facilitator of self-improvement and personal growth. It gradually transitions into a prism through which individuals comprehend their existence and interpret their surroundings—an experience that, contrary to popular belief, augments the richness of life rather than detracting from it. This shift in perspective, this reframing of anxiety, is a journey that shapes individuals' viewpoints, cultivating a profound sense of empathy towards oneself and others. Heidi Kling psychologist, intricately facilitates this transformative journey, harnessing the power of anxiety to foster holistic development and self-understanding in her clients.

Talk therapy isn’t a panacea for anxiety disorders, but it stands as a beacon of hope amidst the tumultuous seas of anxiety. It’s a collaborative journey, where therapist and individual embark together, weaving a tapestry of resilience, understanding, and self-compassion. Through reframing perspectives, talk therapy not only alleviates the burden of anxiety but empowers individuals to navigate life’s complexities with newfound strength and understanding.

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💥 ALL OF MATTHEW'S FLS INTERVIEWS ⬇️

Still on a wee break from making edits but I had a good tidy and thought it would be useful to share a list all the Freud's Last Session video and press interviews Matthew Goode has done over the last 2 months in case you have missed any (pl. Let me know if anything is missing!).

Listed ⬇️ starting with some of my favourites.

VIDEO INTERVIEWS

🔸️GoldDerby ➡️

️https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xlxh5rb0GpY

🔸️Today ➡️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-3Q2bAvbXk ➡️

🔸️ScreenFish ➡️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mh4mFjR6nVg

🔸️Naiad Diaries ➡️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=naAvrGy0SW8

🔸️Oscars ➡️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MrnkAZNY1NU

🔸️SPC BTS featurette ➡️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-YabJH5BIw

🔸️Next Best Picture ➡️ https://nextbestpicture.com/the-next-best-picture-podcast-interview-with-freuds-last-session-star-matthew-goode/

🔸️The Movie Report ➡️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fIsauNjc7A

🔸️Leah Klett ➡️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pDyOMrQHFZo

🔸️The Collision ➡️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHy8sz0Wia8

🔸️Christian Channel ➡️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdVSGIVcg5w

🔸️Culture Pop Podcast ➡️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pasuWtwEkkI

🔸️The Mary Sue ➡️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EXQOvb3Ithg

🔸️Screen Rant Plus ➡️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-vcmVOIvhGI

🔸️Sioux City Journal ➡️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_9tcM8B5xM

🔸️movieweb ➡️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUt-1Rc7VL8

🔸️Risen Magazine ➡️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqjeFrx6_1U

🔸️Aleteia ➡️ https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x8qs4p5

🔸️FandomWire Interviews ➡️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBO8ICSVHwA

🔸️Life in Film Podcast - Elliot James Langridge ➡️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ci39Ie_xYAY

🔸️Arts Express Radio ➡️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qVlFjgHNfbg

🔸️Pop Culturalist ➡️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hemTKtxkPow

PRESS INTERVIEWS

🔹️Anthem ➡️ https://anthemmagazine.com/the-gospel-of-matthew-goode/

🔹️Collider ➡️ https://collider.com/matthew-goode-anthony-hopkins-freuds-last-session/

🔹️Casting Networks ➡️ https://www.castingnetworks.com/news/matthew-goode-talks-channeling-c-s-lewis-working-with-sir-anthony-hopkins-in-freuds-last-session/

🔹️Christianity Today ➡️ https://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2023/december-web-only/freuds-last-session-interview-matthew-goode-c-s-lewis.html

🔹️Le Devoir ➡️ https://www-ledevoir-com.translate.goog/culture/cinema/804791/cinema-freud-last-session-divan-anthony-hopkins?_x_tr_sl=auto&_x_tr_tl=en&_x_tr_hl=en-US&_x_tr_pto=wapp

🔹️Think Christian ➡️ https://thinkchristian.net/freuds-last-session-and-faithful-debate

🔹️CrossMap blogs ➡️ https://blogs.crossmap.com/stories/sigmund-freud-cs-lewis-battle-over-existence-of-god-in-new-movie-freuds-last-session-G3mzvEsTtvH_1RUeS_J8C

#matthew goode #matthewgoode #freud's last session #freudslastsession

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Violent Delights: One

Violent Delights

(In collaboration with @jooniescupcakes​)

Genre: Horror, Suspense, & Psychological Thriller

Pairings: Gang!Jimin x reader ; BTS x Reader

Sypnosis:“These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss, consume.”

Release Date: Sept 29, 2020 @ 8 p.m. (GMT-4)

Word Count: 9.2k

Author's Note: It's finally here! Almost a year in the works, but Violent Delights The Series is finally kicking off. Thank you for all the love, support, as well as critiques the one-shot received. I hope this re-telling can both capture and surpass the twisted charm of the original. I would like to thank Min (@jooniescupcakes) for helping me outline and plot the story and for contributing. I greatly appreciate it. This story will be darker, gore-y, and a lot more twisted than the original. So strap in & happy early Halloween! Trigger Warning: This story contains subject matter not appropriate for all ages. This story contains mental illness, emotional, physical, and mental abuse; as well as abuse of power, manipulation, and toxic relationships. All of which play a big part in this story. It is never my intention to sensationalize or spread misinformation about mental disorders, please take the "medicine" used in this story with a grain of salt. Links to helplines can be found in the navigation of my blog. Lastly, this is a work of fiction and does not portray the character of Bangtan Sonyeondan.

The door slammed shut harshly as Hanbin rushed to bolt it locked, by his side, he tugged an inconsolable YN through the small house. There was very little time until she arrived. He maneuvered his way through the piles of old dirty clothes, the children had long become accustomed to the stench coming from the kitchen, the dust, and grime that covered their home. It’s why no one came over. Not that anyone was allowed over. In the center of the room framed on the wall shined a family portrait mockingly. Hanbin was short for his age, just eight years old, but it allowed him to navigate through small openings and hide in tight spaces. It was a survival tactic.

“Shh, YN. You need to calm down. She’ll be here soon.”

“i-I wuh-wanted to help, Binnie. She was hurt -”

Hanbin pulled on his sister a little too harshly trying to draw her attention, it caused her lower lip to quiver as she tried to hold the tears back. That wouldn’t do she didn’t like it when they cried. “Helping people only gets you into trouble.” Outside, the slamming of a car door could be heard. Quickly Hanbin located the small broom closet and helped YN inside. The jiggling of the doorknob was barely above a whisper, but it rang as loud as the fire alarm in the children’s heads. YN began to hyperventilate knowing what was coming even if she didn’t truly understand why. 

“It’s okay,” Hanbin rubs her cheek affectionately. “Just stay inside, be quiet, and don’t try to help.” Just like that he closed the door and locked it. He silently hoped YN hadn’t skipped lunch that day. YN cowered under the old headboards, her only company the dusty cleaning products and cobwebs, the second the screaming started she covered her ears and closed her eyes.

“Miss YN?” The nurse’s bright pink scrubs served as a strong contrast to the muted tones of the rest of the building. YN cast a glance around she was likely the youngest person there, but everyone around her shared a similar air of ennui that YN had long grown to associate with doctor’s offices. Slowly she stood up following the nurse as she guided her through what appeared to be an endless labyrinth of doors. After stopping abruptly the nurse turns around and smiles though it’s evidently rehearsed. “Don’t be nervous, Dr. Kang is one of the best doctors here.” How many times hadn’t she heard that before? YN offers the nurse a smile making sure it is wide enough to crinkle the corners of her eyes. That seems to suffice the woman enough for her to finally knock on the door.

Dr. Kang Daniel was certainly young for his profession, but that provided some relief for YN. It would be nice not to spend almost an hour with someone that looked to have been around when Freud was. “Please take a seat.” He gestures over to a chair in front of the desk and YN notices there is little decoration around the room. It’s also missing a clock, but thankfully she sees Kang is wearing one. YN notes the time: 5:36 pm. Forty-three more minutes to go. 

“I apologize that we’re going to have to go through all of this, but its procedure.” He lightly shakes the file in his hand. Most doctors operated digitally now, so that stood out.

“It’s fine.”

“Let’s get to it then. Why are you here YN?”

They went over the usual things and YN was quickly growing a bit bored, her eyes danced around the room as she did find it very strange that it seemed so vacant for a personal office. “Bored?” Her eyes snapped back to his, Kang wearing an unreadable expression. “I apologize for the lack of decor. I recently moved offices, so this will be my last day here.” YN frowned, “I thought I was to be your new patient.” Kang nods, “Yes, but our sessions will be held in my consultation. It’s closer to downtown so you might save yourself the trip.” How does he know I live closer to downtown? Perhaps seeing the further furrowing of her brow Kang speaks once more. “Unless you live far from downtown?” YN shakes her head feeling the tension leave her body just a bit.

Slowly he closes the file and leans forward, resting on his elbows. “I know this isn’t the most comfortable environment. I also know how jarring transfers can be and that they can halt any sort of process…” YN zones out of the conversation having heard it a thousand times since she was eleven years old. The rambling tends to have the same conclusion every single time.

‘I want us to be friends.’

“I want us to be friends or something similar. I know there are some barriers and guidelines in our relationship, but don’t think they aren’t malleable. I’m here if you need me.” 

YN mulls over what might serve as an appropriate response, aware that taking too long might ruin the pseudo-friendly atmosphere and she doesn’t want to have any more problems with psychiatrists. “Thank you, Dr. Kang. I’m sorry I’m just a bit nervous.” The sheepish smile that follows afterward is enough to convince Kang. Perhaps he isn’t a bad man but YN has encountered his type far too often: those striving to make a difference. Always trying to make things better. Always trying to help. 

“No one will help us, YN. No one cares about us.”

“So let’s move onto your family YN -”

“Actually I wanted to ask you about my medication.” Kang seemed surprised at her interruption but encouraged her to continue. “Dr. Lee only gave me enough medication to last the transfer, so I’m almost out.”

“That won’t be a problem. I’ll be taking you off the medication for a short time anyway.” What? Kang’s attention was now on his computer, not bothering to look at YN in the eye. “I need to run some tests and in order to do that your system has to be clean.” 

YN hadn’t been off her medication for a long time. Sure the dosage varied depending on the treatment, but going completely off was unheard of. Especially so soon. “Don’t worry,” Kang smiled. “There shouldn’t be any potential side effects and if there is I’ll give you my private number. In case of emergencies.” What was supposed to be a soothing smile only unnerved YN even more. YN nodded once more though she felt her anxiety begin to swell up in her stomach. Her heart rate speeding up, but YN knew a panic attack wouldn’t do her any favors. It would make her look like an addict and they would lock her up for sure. It’s only a matter of time. Now that the issue had been cleared Kang cleared his throat, “Now what I was saying about your family -” 

YN stood up abruptly thankful the minute hand had finally landed one above the four. “It’s 6:19 our time is up.” She gestures towards his wristwatch and an annoyed look masks his face before it went just as quickly as it came. “It appears so.” His hand covers the watch in a motion that could hardly be described as casual. Kang waves her off, “It was a pleasure meeting you, YN. I’ll schedule the tests for Friday and I’ll see you Wednesday.”

“In other news….updates...gang violence…”

YN wandered through the aisles looking for inspiration or something to satisfy her cravings. In her hand lay open her phone just so she wouldn’t have to keep making eye contact with the older woman behind the cash register. The employee peered at her as if YN was one of the dangerous criminals the news anchors droned on about.  YN keeps looking over the message her social worker sent her: you have to be there at least a month before I could put in a transfer request. When YN bent down to read the label, she felt the woman lean over the counter. YN rolled her eyes and picked up the packaged bulgogi before grabbing a sports drink and a small fruit salad.

Once she saw YN was an actual paying customer, not a shoplifter, the woman’s expression changed. Her smile far too gleeful for this time of night. “Will that be all, dear?” Her voice too high to be sincere. Nonetheless, YN nods and forces a polite smile on her face. Even wishes the woman a safe night for extra measure. Before YN could walk out of the store, the woman responds with her own form of goodnight. “I would be careful walking home tonight. There’s been a lot of crime recently.”

 It is a bit cruel that the second YN exits the store and turns a corner someone begins to follow her. She becomes aware of it instantly, her senses having been trained from a young age to pick up on the small imperceptible changes. Instinct was not to be ignored. The wind became thicker and the streets a little too quiet. YN wouldn’t look up, but if she did, surely there would be storm clouds looming. Don’t acknowledge him. Just keep walking. People like that enjoyed prey. The game. No one wanted to face off against a predator being one. Unless this was a different kind of predator then YN really ought to call the police. For once she was thankful for the pocketknife stored in the inner pocket of her jacket but disappointed that her pepper spray remained stashed in her bag.

Her groceries hung heavy on her arm, but YN was too far from home to attempt to sprint. So she would have to wait it out, YN could take a few punches. Surely whoever it was would become tired after following her for too long. By the time YN had walked ten blocks, she realized that was not the case. The person was still behind her, though there wasn’t much that she could tell much about the person. They were likely taller and considering their persistence they were a threat.

YN could pick up distantly on the booming bass that likely came from one of the many clubs scattered downtown. It meant she was near her house, that she could likely get home. The houses looked familiar she was probably not too far from home. Hope began to swell in her chest until another idea dawned on her. That’s exactly what they want. If the person had followed her this far they wanted to see where she lived. Abruptly YN turned left towards the direction of the main street, she was likely in a back alley of some sort but the bass only got louder so that helped propel her forward.

Towards the center of the alley, YN saw three figures huddled over on the ground. She was too far off to hear what they were saying, but based on their movements it seemed mocking in nature. YN wasn’t able to decipher what was occurring until it was far too late. A man is wriggling on the ground while bleeding profusely from the side of his head while two men stand above him. Blood is spattered on both walls and their clothes are covered in it. There no longer was a presence behind her the real danger now lay in front. In the form of a tall raven-haired man and a slightly shorter blonde - the latter of which YN made eye contact with.

YN bolts down the alleyway in the opposite direction aware that the blonde is hot on her tails. As she rounds a corner she feels him catching up to her right on her before he abruptly slows down. He doesn’t want the chase to end.

56...57...58…

YN counts the streets aware she’s nearing her apartment but isn’t about to lead him straight to her doorstep. In her peripheral, she sees one of the neighboring buildings which contains a doorman stationed there twenty-four hours. YN uses the last bit of her strength to push through the glass doors tumbling at the steps, but the doorman is there to catch her. “Miss, is everything alright?” YN turns around to catch a glimpse, but there’s no one behind her. Though she does note something disappointing: her groceries are gone.

When YN unlocked her apartment door she felt this immediate wave of tranquility hit her. It had taken a while to convince the doorman not to contact the police, she didn't want to be in bigger trouble, but the man had finally agreed after stating he would walk her back home. Once in the lobby, she took the stairs just to be safe. Quickly, she turned around securing all three locks, and headed straight for the bathroom. YN never understood the sentiment behind showers helping unwind, then again she never spent enough time under the water to allow for that. Baths weren't a treat - they were a utility. Like most utilities YN didn't have a lot of available growing up, so she learned to adapt.

Still, it was long enough to let her mind wander to everything that had occurred today. YN wasn't quite sure about how she felt about Dr. Kang, he unnerved her in a way other doctor's hadn't before. Then there was the issue regarding her medication: YN hadn't been unmedicated since she was eleven and that was a time she didn't want to go back to. Then there was the person that may have followed her and the man that definitely did. My head hurts. She rinsed herself and shut the water off, drying herself quickly with her towel. The chase had been real, too real, everything in YN's body had reacted instinctively once she met his eyes. Those dark eyes that had pierced into hers. The blonde man wasn't just chasing YN - he was hunting her down.

But what about the other person? YN hadn’t seen them, but she had felt them trailing after her. However, why would someone do that and especially for so long? The blonde man had only really tracked YN down for two blocks, but even then it felt shorter. The other person simply observed her. Didn’t do anything. Was there even someone there? YN glanced up, catching her reflection in the foggy mirror. The mist had dispersed in some sections, but not others so the only thing she could see were parts of her face. Faltering in her step, she walked forward and pulled the mirror open. Grabbing the white-labeled bottle with her name printed on it.

Habin sits atop the bathroom sink balancing himself. One of his hands gripping tightly to the side to not slip. This has to be done quickly before she gets back from the store. YN holds his legs or attempts to, while Habin finally manages to grab the bottle. “Is it this one?” He sticks his hand out for YN to see. The young girl squints her eyes, “Are they blue and little?” Hanbin looks through the orange tint of the bottle before nodding. “I think so.”

“Do they smell like fruits?”

“I can’t open the bottle YN. I don’t know if they smell like fruit.”

YN nods and Habin notes how hollowed out her face has become. Once round and plump, full of life, now looks as frail as his. “I think those are the ones.” Habin closes the medicine cabinet and cautiously jumps off, the medicine bottle still tight in his hands. “Why does she give them to you?” YN can note the confusion in her brother’s face, she was confused before too. “She says I need them to go to sleep. They help me sleep.” Habin stays quiet before in the blink of an eye he throws the pill bottle against the wall, breaking the seal causing all the pills to spill all over the floor.

“Bin why did you do that?! I need -”

“No! You don’t need anything YN. You aren’t sick, she's just lying to you!” Habin screamed in frustration. He could see the tears starting to well up in YN’s eyes and he felt regret pool in his stomach. “Please YN. You aren’t sick. We aren’t sick. Okay?”

YN took a deep breath, the way her brother had shown her would help stop the tears, the inside of her cheek was bitten harshly until her throat cleared up. “Okay.”

YN looks at the white bottle in her hand considering taking the medicine despite what Kang said. It would just be one more. Just to calm her down. To make sure that what happened tonight wasn't a side effect of going off so quickly. Her hand twisted the bottle cap, but instead of grabbing one and placing it in her mouth, she headed towards the toilet flushing them all away. Though she might not agree with his treatment plans Dr.Kang was a professional and surely knew more than she did. Plus, YN couldn't afford to be transferred again; her social worker might drop her altogether. It’s just until the blood work is completed.

“Unfortunately Miss YN, we won’t be able to conduct any tests until your insurance approves it.”

YN paces around her apartment, phone in hand. “I understand but my doctor ordered it. It’s necessary in order for him to treat me.”

“It appears that the necessary paperwork hasn’t been sent over to the insurance company. At least not enough to justify the exams. You can go through with them, but it will have to be out of pocket.”

YN sighs, running her hand through her hair as the nurse lists off the prices for each exam. A knock disrupts her causing YN to glance at the door questioningly, no one in her building would ever knock on her door. Looking through the peephole, she sees the manager and doesn't know if that makes her relieved or tenser. "I'm sorry can you just give me a minute?" YN speaks to the phone and mutes it, just to be safe. Upon opening the door, a brown bag is shoved in her face.

“Sorry to interrupt dear, some boy left this for you downstairs.”

Just as quickly as he came, the manager leaves. YN quickly shuts the door and locks it, before hanging up the call. The bag looks simple enough though YN hadn’t ordered anything in the past couple of days. Cautiously she opens it and the horror that spreads through her body is instantaneous. In the bag are her groceries from last night, but with minor changes: The red energy drink is now blue, the fruit salad is replaced with regular salad, and instead of bulgogi it is kimchi now. Though it isn’t the food that upsets YN, but rather the pink sticky note placed on top.

To replace everything you lost ;)

Hindsight is always twenty-twenty. Staying locked inside her apartment for the following days seemed like a smart choice. There was someone out there who knew where she lived. What she looked like. YN was used to being preyed upon, but this was a different game. Not one she was accustomed to. There were enough faded white lines and healed over bones to evidence that she was a survivor. That time and time again YN had faced against monsters and gotten out alive. The thing that terrified her about this monster - was how different he was. She kept waiting for the tall blonde man to show up one night: looming over her whilst she slept, crouching in a dark corner of the room. Lurking behind the shower curtain.

YN wasn’t able to sleep, didn’t bathe, and had thrice rearranged the room so there was no furniture to hide behind. Her paranoia was through the roof and it didn’t help that it had been the first time YN was off her medication for an extended amount of time. Which was bound to be causing more problems than she was aware of, or would like to acknowledge. The cycle continued until on her fourth day, sick of the grime, YN picked up the phone and dialed Dr.Kang’s office. Hoping to resolve the issue and be back on medication as soon as possible.

“Unfortunately, Dr. Kang isn’t in the office today. However, I can schedule a house call”

She hung up, not even bothering to respond to the secretary on the other line. If YN would have allowed herself a moment to feel anything except for fear - sympathy would've been felt for the probably nice young woman she had just hung up on. Maybe I can just sleep until my next appointment. Sleep it all away. So YN crawled into her bed, the covers lie somewhere on the floor. Exhaustion taking over as she drifted off to sleep.

It should've been easier to tell her childhood room apart from all the ones she had before. It had the most personality; if stickers on the wall, old pencil marks, and deteriorating plaster counted. Most of them hadn't even been done by her, but rather Habin in time before her. It created a sense of normalcy in YN's life that didn't exist elsewhere. Of course, her safe haven didn't last long, the hole in the wall right near the bed frame was proof enough. YN couldn't remember the last time she had dreamt, the medication helped with the nightmares, now she stood curled in a ball in the center of the room. The way she would always get once she heard the heavy footsteps approach the hallway.

YN had long learned to tell the different patter of the weathered old sneakers. Heavy stomps that scraped against the wood meant she was going to be screamed at. Rhythmic ones that were heavier on the heel, than the toes meant they might get dinner. While footsteps that dragged meant YN would be getting ignored. It was the ones she didn't hear. When the hallway was so quiet that all YN could hear was the sound of her breathing and the fear rushing through her tiny body - those were the steps she feared. Those were typically followed by the gentle, yet suspenseful pushing of her bedroom door. It didn't have a knob. There was no escape.

YN expected to peer up and see the tall large figure that always tormented her. The thick thighs, rounded hips, a bulbous stomach that spoke of all the meals she'd had - all the ones her children hadn't - and her face. It was much like YN's though much more feminine, older, and eyes devoid of life. It had always stood out to YN when she was a child, though she was certain that if she were to look in a mirror now YN would be the spitting image of her mother. Instead of her birth giver stood a man.

His face was angular, rounded cheeks, and sharp eyes highlighted by thick brows. His lips appeared full as if they were meant for bright large smiles, but it was obvious from the man’s expression he rarely did. There was something strangely familiar about him. An amalgamation of someone she knew and her own imagination, filling in the blank spaces. He looked like her, yet not at all. Tears welled in her eyes, “Bin?” Then he morphed. Now slightly taller, more weight to his frame. A rounded face with hooded eyes, the corner of his lips were tilted upwards in a way that was full of mirth. Dr. Kang faded as quickly as he came.

Now all she saw was a silhouette. Despite being mostly obscured, she could at least tell it was a man. He was lean yet muscular. His body was sharply defined in a way that seemed deliberate. Facial features were obscured, but YN was certain he was glaring at her in a way that caused goosebumps to rise all over her body. Plump pink lips parted moving slowly, tauntingly, but no sound exited them. Only by the smirk formed afterward could she tell their salacious nature. He stepped forward drawing closer to her, but the way he moved was inhumane. It wasn't a walk. But a predator's crawl towards her. Now he was finally in the light, entirely visible but all YN could focus on was the blonde mop of hair atop his head. When he pounced, she screamed.

YN awoke covered in sweat, her hair matted against her forehead and neck. She could still taste the saltiness of her tears and when she finally managed to breathe a sob tore out. Get out! Get out! Get out! If she remained locked inside her apartment for one more second, YN was going to reach her breaking point. Quickly she hopped in the shower before throwing on the first thing she saw and grabbing her wallet. YN didn’t know where she was headed, but her body acted on its own. Locking the apartment door before racing towards the stairs, dashing down all seven floors with little care if she tripped. Perhaps a silent part of her wished she did, it would put her out of her misery.

The lobby of her apartment building, if it could even be called that, was always empty. Never a soul in sight to guard the door, even though YN was sure part of her rent went towards security. Not to mention the intercom system, which allowed people to be buzzed in, hadn't worked for several weeks. It was something she was always acutely aware of but pushed towards the back of her mind. Wouldn't do her any favors to obsess over something she had no control over. Now walking through the desolate lobby out into the night - it was all she could think about. He was all she could think about.

YN took a deep breath and opened the glass doors sneakily peeking towards the sides and being thankful when she noted nothing great. Now where to? She wouldn't go very far nor somewhere unknown. It was reckless to be out so late and would be a death wish to try and enter city life. Gang violence was on the rise and YN didn't fancy herself prepared to face off against someone. So, YN went to the one place that felt familiar no matter what. The convenience store was a fifteen-minute walk, but she took the bus. The original plan was to sit towards the back, where she could see everything, but it wasn't empty. An elderly woman, far too frail-looking to be out this late, sat in the center. Whilst three boys huddled over sat in the back, they must have felt her eyes on them. As one of them - the one in the black beanie - stopped his conversation and turned slightly. Before they could make eye contact YN looked away and sat down.

“Which one do you want?” Habin asked as they stared at the ice cream truck. He had counted the cents twice making sure they had enough. “Hm,” YN eye’s glanced all over the various images glued onto the truck. She already knew what she wanted but had long learned that taking your time was important - not too much though. “Mint choco.” Habin grimaced, disgust evident on his face. “Come on YN. We have to share it. Why can’t we get something I like for a change?” He whined, it was only ice cream but it was the only food Habin was likely to have all day. “Okay, let’s get chocolate then.” YN didn’t really care, she wasn’t planning on eating. Habin had sacrificed enough meals to feed her, an ice cream was the least she could do.

As she steps into the cold building, a small bell chimed to signal her entrance, alerting a young employee near the cashier. 

“Welcome!” The boy smiles, wide and welcoming, handing her a basket,

YN didn’t respond. She walks towards the back, looking for some of her usual snacks, and before long, her basket was filled to the brim with all sorts of colorful foods, and she headed towards the till to pay, grimacing under the weight pulling at her arm. As she pulls out her purse, a soft chime catches her attention, making her glance at the door quickly, before trailing her eyes back. A familiar head of blonde flashes in her mind immediately, and despite herself, she found herself clenching her purse tightly, feeling her palms become clammy with sweat. What were the odds..?

“Is that all?” the cheery voice of the employee breaks her out of her trance as she nods back firmly, unable to push aside the nervous feeling from seeing the person walk in. Quickly weighing the options as she sees him bag all her groceries, she forces the question out before she can stop herself.

“Could you...walk me to the bus station?” Her voice was awkward and tight from keeping quiet most of the day, and she internally winced at the confused expression the other gave her.

“Are you..” he pauses, eyeing her carefully, “is someone trying to hurt you?” 

YN doesn’t know what to say. Could she tell him what she saw? Fortunately, she didn’t have to reply. The boy - Kai, as it said on his tag - seemed to assume her pause was a yes. Excusing himself, he disappears behind the counter, and within a moment, hushed voices coming from there. Something was unnerving about standing there alone with the blonde, chilling her to the bone, knowing she was faced away and he could pounce at any moment. As soon as the terrifying thoughts crept in, Kai stepped back out. He takes her bag and silently leads her out the glass doors, warm, still air hitting her face the minute she left the building. They walk side by side silently, and YN could only count her steps as she got closer and closer to the station.

Her steps quicken when she sees the familiar structure, tall gray pillars, and a few large buses waiting. Kai keeps up with her as well, not bothered by the bag that seemed to drag her down, looking around carefully. 

“Thank you.”

He smiles, what she initially assumed to be his practiced ‘customer service’ smile seemed a little more genuine now. Or maybe he was just very good at it - she wasn’t sure. She takes back the plastic bag, letting herself get used to the additional weight before turning to board the bus. 

“Have a safe trip home!” The boy calls out, making her look back.

YN was expecting to see him with his blinding smile, but something eerier catches her eye. The young employee was standing a few steps away from her, and behind him, dangerously close, was the blonde man from before. Her mouth goes dry as she notices his dark gaze fixated on her hand that held the railing inside, something else in them as he cocked an eyebrow. He almost looked as if he was questioning her, asking what she would do now that he was close, much closer, and positioned to attack the boy. Realizing he must have followed her all the way, she felt her heart rate pick up as she found herself rapidly staring between Kai and the perpetrator, the choices dawning on her. She had to choose to leave Kai behind, or possibly die with him. 

She felt her heart drop at the calm expression on the boy's face, not noticing the danger he was in, she knew he was young, but watching him now, she only just realized how young. He was so young, so innocent, with a whole life ahead of him - but because of some unfortunate circumstance, an unforeseeable future, he would have to throw everything away. 

But if she stayed for him, so would she. She would have to give up everything she had struggled for, while in any circumstance, the blonde would kill Kai, regardless of whether she chose to stay or not. However, she could spare her own life. She couldn’t convince Kai to get on with her without alarming the man, but she could save her own life. After everything she had gone through, trouble was the last thing YN needed. Even if it meant someone else had to suffer alone, she had to stay safe. She found herself holding back hot tears as she quickly ducked into a lonely seat, refusing to look back, still clenching the cheap plastic in one hand and forcing herself not to look back as the tears freely slid down her cheeks. 

‘Helping people only gets you into trouble. You do whatever it takes to survive.’

           “They tell me you’ve missed the appointment I had set up.”

           YN is noticeably tense as she sits in the blue velvet mid-century, her nails digging into the denim fabric of her jeans. “The insurance wasn’t notified,” her tone was clipped. Lower with a slight tremble to it as if it were about to break, but never really did. “I also needed a referral.” Dr. Kang frowned, glancing back down at the file before looking at YN questioningly. “That’s strange. I told my secretary to handle all the paperwork. I even told Joy to hand you the referral.” Seeing the confused expression on his patient’s face, he shrugged. “My apologies, Joy must have forgotten.” The smile he shoots her is sincere, or at least looks so, YN has no reason to doubt him any further on this matter.

Her posture slackens somewhat but given everything that has happened these past few days she finds it difficult to truly relax. YN feels that she is tethering at the edge of a breakdown, but that if she were to fall it would only make her circumstances worsen. There is something that has been bothering her though, how pacified everything has been as of late. The blonde man knew where she lived, he'd likely overheard her name as well, yet nothing had happened. Even Kang, with his cold calculating eyes, had not commented on her odd behavior the last session or how worse she had seemed to get after only being off her medication for a week. Why can’t I figure them out?

           “Unfortunately, I won’t be able to assign you any new medication until I have the results from the bloodwork. However, I do want to know how you’ve been feeling lately.” Kang crossed his legs, leaning forward in his seat. “Have you been experiencing any side effects or withdrawals? Anything I should know about?”

There was a glint in his eyes as he spoke, one that warned YN that he may know more than he lets on. As if the man sitting in front of her was single-handedly responsible for everything that had occurred to her recently. "Normal things…" I am being stalked by a homicidal maniac. “Migraines, low blood pressure…” I keep having vivid flashbacks that only serve to increase my paranoia. “Sometimes I dissociate a bit.” Most importantly, doctor, I had a nightmare where you were about to kill me. “And trouble sleeping.” YN looked towards the ceiling, feigning as if she were in deep thought. “I think that’s it.”

Kang Daniel looked affronted as if she had not given a sufficient enough answer. Hadn't given him the answers he wanted. "I see." His eyes darted towards her hands, which had been tightly intertwined on her lap - immediately she relaxes them. When their eyes meet once more she levels with him. YN knows there is no point in engaging with Kang, that is exactly what he wants. To pry. Dig deep. Learn of all her secrets and who knows what else. He won’t win. I’m safe here. YN had suffered too great a loss yesterday, she was determined to win this game.

           “I had time to go over your file YN. There’s a lot to discuss, but I would prefer to dive right in if you don’t mind.”

           “I-”

           “Very well,” She’d upset him. YN wasn’t even truly aware of what she’d specifically done, but it seemed to matter very little. “It states here you’ve been diagnosed with a personality disorder - at quite a young age too.

           “I was ten.” YN’s voice is muted. Her mind blank.

           “Do you agree with this diagnosis?” YN shrugs, her eyes move down to the file. She knows what he’s going to say next. Or she can at least predict it: it typically doesn’t vary. No matter how many times she goes through the same process the words and intentions are the same. It isn’t sincere sentiments, but rather rehearsed lies spewed to make her feel better - as if she ever could. No, YN is broken. No fixing her up.

           “I don’t. I think you were misdiagnosed.” YN’s eyes widen as they shoot back up to meet Kang’s. “The main reasoning behind this is because of your apparent lack of empathy, but that isn’t true either is it, YN?” Her mouth felt dry, she struggled to swallow the saliva building up. There was a build-up of breath in her lungs which was starting to become painful and she felt her throat tighten. “It’s a survival tactic. An effective one at that - if I may be honest.” So many thoughts were rushing to the forefront of YN’s head. So many memories. Stop. She wanted to scream. Please stop! She felt like she was going to throw up. Kang bent over, his face so close to YN's that she could see how dilated his pupil was: only leaving a sliver of his iris shines through.

Why is he doing this?!

“You feel something YN. It’s okay to feel things. You aren’t with your mother anymore anymore. You aren’t with your brother anymore. You’re safe and I know the next time something happens you’ll do the right thing.”

YN’s eyes were red, brimming with unshed tears as Kang’s words bounced around her head. “Dr. Kang -” She chokes, a sob threatening to escape, but the man doesn’t allow her to finish. “Our time is up. Pick up your referral at Joy’s desk. I will see you on our next appointment.” The smile given is full of sadistic glee.

YN didn’t know how long she had spent wandering around the city. Last she knew she had passed the bus stop and convenience store from last night. If she were smart YN would’ve gone back to her apartment. She didn’t want to though, not trusting herself to be alone. It had been mid-afternoon when she had left Kang’s office. Now it was pitch black with only a few people walking down the streets and cars passing by. Her phone was tucked away in her bag, YN couldn’t muster up enough energy to reach for it to know her location. The tears she shed had long ago dried, though their evidence remained clear to see on her face due to the streak marks and reddened nose.

Several voices were speaking to her, memories, all pulling her in different directions. One by one, YN blocked them out until only three remained. Her brother’s: “You’re not sick.” Dr. Kang’s: “You’ll do the right thing.” Lastly, the faintest one of all - hers: "What do I do?" She had muttered it without realizing it. A cry for help that traveled through the wind, searching for an answer or a sign. She would be granted one.

The scream was so loud, it tore straight through the foggy haze that had settled in her mind and YN found herself frozen in place. Glancing upwards, she noted that a few feet away to the left was an alleyway. That was it, wasn’t it? Yet her feet wouldn’t move. Her brother’s voice echoed so loudly that it barely allowed her to breathe much less move. Until, a stronger, much more powerful one broke through - “It’s okay to feel things...I know you’ll do the right thing.” Her feet were moving before YN had even a second to dwell on her decision. The alleyway was, deceptively long, but YN could see several silhouettes just from the entrance. Quickly she dug her hand into her bag and pulled out her phone, dialing emergency services but hovering over the call button. YN didn't even know where exactly she was - nor did she know what was going on either. It wouldn't do well to just rush in, thankfully about ten feet inlay a giant dumpster which YN crouched behind.  

Another scream echoed off the brick walls, a cacophony of laughter followed it. There’s more than one. YN had hoped it was a robbery or something simple, now she realized just how in over her head she may be. You can still walk away YN. Just walk away. Cautiously YN moved to sneak a glance. There was a singular lamp attached to one of the buildings that illuminated most of the alley. The faint light didn't allow her to make out specific features, but it was enough for her to bear witness to the disturbing scene. Seven men were standing all loosely crowded around a young couple: a man and woman whose bodies were severely bruised and beaten. The man's skull was cracked open with blood profusely leaking from the side of his head. Several teeth were scattered on the ground and his hand was tightened around his abdomen which seemed to have been cut as well. The woman beside him had most of her clothing ripped and large bruises on her side, an indicator of broken ribs. Her eyes moved deliriously as she muttered to herself.

YN’s attention lay entirely on the victims until she witnessed a crowbar fly through the air and land on the man’s leg, with a sickening ‘crack’ that had YN feeling nauseous. The man was too out of it to do anything but let out a small howl of pain. Her previous assumption had been right, there were seven men: all standing there with blood-stained clothes and mocking the man. There was something familiar about them, but YN couldn’t pinpoint what. All of them cheered as the man’s now dead body slumped to the side. Her phone had been long forgotten, YN observed everything now with a morbid fascination. Taking advantage of the perpetrator’s lack of attention the woman stood up slowly and bolted, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement and alerting them their prey had gotten away.

None of them moved - they simply observed her and YN watched in shock. Why aren’t they chasing her? Would they actually… By now the woman was only a few feet away from the entrance, she passed by YN and must've caught sight of YN's hunched over the figure for the woman's head snapped towards her. Causing both women to miss the figure dashing in their direction until it was too late. The woman was harshly tackled to the ground, her head bouncing off the pavement in sickening motion. There is a glint of something in his hand before a dagger plunges into the young girl's body multiple times. In a desperate move, she extends her hand reaching out towards YN begging for help but YN remains frozen. Eyes wide and teary as she cowers as close as she can to the wall, shaking her head she begs the woman not to speak. Begs her not to draw the perps attention. Please don’t!

“Please help me.”

The perpetrators head snaps towards YN and she finally sees him. He's tall, lean figure, plump lips, cat eyes, and ruffled blonde hair. The blood splattered across his face revealed the dark truth behind his angelic features. His dark hooded eyes trail across YN's body, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. The blonde man looks like a predator savoring its next meal. Before he can pounce YN takes off running, unfortunately, he captures her with ease. Caging her body against his own, pillowy lips part and it dawns on YN she has never heard him speak before.

“Caught you.”

Just like that their game has come to an end, surely YN’s life will too. The two of them are so enraptured in each other, they don’t notice the figure slowly standing up and grabbing the abandoned knife on the floor. Not until the blonde man’s body sags slightly and YN notices the woman standing behind them. Don’t. She wants to say, furious that the woman wouldn’t have run away - escaped when she had the chance. For YN couldn’t bear another dead body on her subconscious. The blonde man turned around with pure rage steaming off his body, upset that his prey would dare to fight back. His arms gripped her head and with the slightest flick of his wrist, he broke the girl’s neck. When he turned back around to face his prize, he was shocked to find her expressionless staring at the corpse right in front of her.

YN came to a disturbing conclusion: She wouldn’t have died if she hadn’t helped me. As she once again made eye contact with the monster before her, all YN could see was her reflection in his eyes. Hanbin was right.

The man stepped forward and YN stepped back, crashing into the wall. His hands gripped at her sides, nails digging into her flesh harshly. He was formulating a plan, thinking about how best to kill her - YN could see it. It seems the universe had decided to take pity on her, or further condemn her, for just as his eyes were beginning to light up, the rest of the group made their presence known. “Jimin let’s go. The fun’s over.” Jimin? There was something familiar about that name.

“Funs not over yet, boys.” As if she weighed nothing, Jimin grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. YN struggled against him, aware that if she couldn’t handle one man, there was no way she could survive seven. “I finally found my pet.” What? When Jimin finally put her down, his arms encased her again showing her off to his friends as if she was some shiny new toy, they could look at but not touch. As YN glanced at them she found she recognized some of them, they’re from the bus. At that moment she realized that death had been following YN for a long time and even if she hadn't stepped into the alleyway tonight, their paths would have crossed eventually.  

“Ah, so you’re the girl Jimin’s been obsessed with.” The tall tan one with curly dark hair spoke, his low baritone voice was mocking in nature.

“She’s not that pretty.” muttered another one, with rounded eyes and a tall nose.

“Now, come on kookie. Don’t be mean, she’s a lot prettier than what we’re used to.” The third man’s tone was higher pitched, lips stretched into a heart-shaped smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“What do you think we should do, Namjoon?” spoke the light-haired one dawned in all black. His eyes darting over to the tallest member, his platinum hair shining brightly in the dark alleyway.

When Namjoon spoke it was deliberate and calculated, his eyes boring into YN’s, his words dripping with implication. “We should take this one to go.”

Distantly YN could hear the wailing of sirens rushing towards them before Kookie stepped forward and delivered a right hook to her face, making her lose consciousness.

#yandere bts #bts x reader #yandere bts x reader #yandere park jimin #yandere park jimin x reader #bts au #gang bts #gang bts au #park jimin #park jimin x reader #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #park jimin fic #dark #twisted #bangtanarmynet #violent delights #collab with jooniescupcakes #girlmeetsliv3

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“It couldn’t be better cast, with both Hopkins and Goode slipping right into the skins of their characters and creating a sparkling chemistry. When the two are together the film makes for a mesmerizing study. “

“The pair begin by challenging each other’s dramatically different worldviews, eventually arriving at their key point of disagreement – the existence of God. Freud denies God exists; Lewis begs to differ. The conversations that spring from it are fascinating. Brown and St. Germain put Lewis and Freud on equal footing, highlighting the strengths of their cases as well as their flaws as human beings. Those two elements factor into their positions in a number of intriguing ways.”

“Much of what we get is truly great material and the performances from Hopkins and Goode are exceptional. The interactions between their characters range from funny to heartbreaking to profound. Brown never takes sides and shows respect to both men, allowing them to make their cases and defend their positions. That’s when the movie is at its very best.”

#matthew goode #anthony hopkins #freuds last session

[yesgabsstuff]

Randall Tier tells Jack and Will during his interegation that he’s; employed, taking his medication, socializing and working very, very hard. The first three items on that list are the socially acceptable forms of coping with his dysphoria. They require internalizing the pain and accepting that he can never trust himself. They come with the understanding that he’s earned being watched for the rest of his life; the police bringing up his psychiatric history like a criminal record. The last one, of course, is his real answer to himself.

The environment of the show feels out of time despite being set in the present day. This time collapse is I think, intentional thematicly as well as adding to fun gothic atmosphere of the show. Psychiatry in the universe of Hannibal is conversion therapy; or alternatively a way to make a spectacle of people who are considered deviant. These experiences are in living memory for LGBT people. Mad people and any marginalized group seeking help in the mental health system still live with the legacy of those foundations. It cannot be sanitized.

The psychiatrists on the show talk about doing old fashioned case studies a-la Freud. Then we slide into the mid twentieth century with Will commenting that he’s given up good and evil for behaviorism. There are nods to modern therapy as you can see with the use of light pulses (like you might use for EMDR, and yes hypnosis is still a thing) and I’m sure the people that would recommend distress tolerance skills to Randell Tier.

Characters that have traditional power have sublimated their desire for power over their environment/other people into their jobs. Abuse of power, defining another person’s reality isn’t necessarily bad in universe. It becomes bad when the motive is openly personal or selfish rather than in the service of something greater; like “saving lives.” Jack Crawford doesn’t really ever face more than a breif fear for his job for his manipulation of Will. But Chilton has a (well deserved) reputation for being unethical only because he a) was incorrect, and b) he was doing it for his career and it’s implied, personal satisfaction.

Will and Alana are complicated in the sense that there is a veneer of kindness. Will allows himself empathy with the murderers he chases but only because he’s defining their deviance for an audience of people who want to incarcerate them. He’s allowed his deviance as long as he turns in his friends. It influences his style of murder, later on. His voice quivers with passion when he tells Hannibal he felt “righteous” in the act of murder. One gets the sense that he’s taken that comfortable power into his new life rather than fully embracing an individualized morality.

Alana of course holds onto the sense of herself as practical and kind despite the professional company she keeps. The whole professional environment is riddled with horrible power imbalances; it is presented as another arm of the criminal justice system. She openly admits to feeling professional curiosity about Will as a subject as much as she’s attracted to him. She tries to keep the excesses of her colleagues in check without stepping up to change the system.

(Though it’s noteable that almost all of our main cast slip in and out of their respectability, like their ability to pass can be revoked. Most of them being consciously closeted in more ways than one.)

In contrast, Will’s therapy sessions when he returns to Hannibal mid second season you could argue are ideal in a way. Hannibal (in his own self centered way) wants Will to become self actualized. They are also not normative in universe. His treatment of Margot in session validates her real feelings. He encourages murder but honestly, Mason deserves it doesn’t he? Who could call her response something that needs treatment in good faith? It is not an accident that Hannibal’s published work is about social exclusion rather than defining his patient’s as freaks.

#hannigram #hannibal lecter #hannibal #will graham #alana bloom #tw sanism #tw psychiatric abuse #conversion therapy mention

[thedoortohellisblue]

Part 2

Finally finished Part 2! I’ve been having a hard time figuring out the plot but I think I’ve figured it out! Enjoy!

Throbbing. That’s what his head feels like. A pressure that comes and goes, almost like the waves during a high tide. And then it’s back into the dark abyss.

There’s a buzzing, subtle, as if it was a hundred miles away, the sound of voices, anxious and unnerving. Then it flows away and it’s quiet once again.

Beep.beep.beep…. Draco can tell that’s the sound of his heart on the monitoring spell. He fights to open his eyes, but it’s like they are forced closed, something pressing down on them.

He continues to drift in and out of consciousness, half wanting to try to stay awake, half wanting to succumb to the peaceful darkness.

Then, everything comes all at once, all the sounds, the beeping and whispering flood his ears and suffocates the quiet shadows in his mind. The throbbing, in rhythm with his heartbeat, is just behind his eyes and he can barely open them up. Harry. And Draco shoots up from his bad, hospital blanket tangling in his still asleep limbs. His eyes open up slowly and in a raspy, frantic voice he calls out,

“Harry.”

Hermione rushes to his side, “Hello, Draco, I’m so glad you’ve woken up. I’ve called Pansy and Blaise and they’re coming to see you soon.” Her voice forcefully cheerful, but her eyes were still those sad shade of brown, like the earth after it rains.

Draco doesn’t hear anything she says, and just croaks out, “Harry.”

“I know, I know. He, well, he’s still in his coma,” Oh Merlin, it wasn’t a dream, “But he, I think… no, I know he’s going to be okay.”

“Take me to him.”

“Draco you’re tired, Nate told me you just came back from a 2-day shift and you just can’t let yourself go, you need to rest.” Her voice was stern, no room for negotiation and most of the time Draco would have not argued with her, especially when she had that look in her eye, the ‘ If you don’t do what I say I have 100 hexes that will make you do them’ But right now, Draco didn’t give a fuck, he needed to see Harry.

“I don’t care, Granger, If you’re not going to take me to him, I’m gonna go there myself and Salazar knows If I can even walk right now but I’ll do it anyways.”

Hermione contemplates it for a few seconds, but when she sees that hopeless look on his face, his grey eyes swirling with unshed tears, like two small puddles in the rain, she heaves a sigh and says, “Okay.”

She knew Draco would never agree to rest without being next to Harry. So she called Nate in and told him to set up a comfy chair for Draco next to Harry’s bed.

~~~

It’s been three days… three bloody days and nothing.

Pansy visited, yelled at Draco to eat something and rest, angry at him for not taking care of himself.

But the thing is, he didn’t care. All he thought about was Harry. Hours staring at his closed lids and their intertwined hands. Hours hearing the beeping and frantic demands to rest from his friends, but not really listening to anyone, it was like everything lost focus and there was a fuzzy blanket placed on the world around him. All he saw and thought about was Harry.

Draco didn’t have anyone other than Harry. His father in Azkaban, one foot already in the grave, his mother who fled from England after her acquittal lived in the continent and so did his friends, Pansy and Blaise, who didn’t want to face the prejudice towards Slytherins after the war. So, before Draco reconnected with Harry, his life was shapeless and meaningless, almost like an empty cocoon. But, that changed 5 years ago.

~~~

(Flashback)

(5 years ago, August 31, 2001)

Harry was in his second year of Auror training. After finishing up 8th year, he got accepted into the program and had his whole life planned out. Well, things didn’t turn out exactly like he wanted.

Ron never applied to the program, realizing he wanted to do something else for a change, helping out George seemed like the best thing to do till he figured out what he wanted and two years later, he’s never felt happier.

Ginny came out to him about 6 months after the war, told him that time apart from him made her realize that she had feelings for Luna that she never thought might develop. She was sorry, truly sorry, but she knew that Harry deserved someone better, someone who could fully love him.

Harry was happy for them, truly happy. But he couldn’t help feeling like everything he’s worked hard for was disappearing like sand between his fingers, slipping away from him. He felt kind of lost. So he continued where he left off, deciding that at least he could continue his plan and join the Aurors. It was kind of boring at first, everything was just hypothetical and there was just too much lecturing and writing involved for Harry’s taste. But, two years later, he finally got some action. All second-year trainees were given small positions throughout the department, mostly putting them on patrol cause none of the actual Aurors wanted to do it, but Harry didn’t care as long as he was actually doing something.

Well, a month later, he did care, because patrol was the most boring fucking thing ever. Oh gods, like what the fuck is going to happen in the middle of Diagon Alley at noon on a Wednesday! All I get are a bunch of people staring, a few flirting and some asking for a fucking signature! It’s like I’m not even doing anything, what’s the bloody point of having a job if nothing ever happens? Merlin, maybe I should ask them to do something else. Something more exci-

And before Harry could finish his ranting session, in his peripheral vision he saw a flash of red, the telling color of a stupifying charm, hit a target 20 feet away. Quickly turning, Harry sought the person who performed the spell and cast a binding spell, calling for backup to get the guy off the street so Harry could help the victim.

Running in the opposite direction, Harry couldn’t help but wonder why everyone was just staring at the man instead of helping him, and that’s when he noticed the platinum blond hair. Only one person he knew had hair like that, and he hasn’t seen him since the trial.

But right now, Harry wasn’t thinking about that, he was thinking about the rather large amounts of blood dripping onto the street, a large gash visible from where it was cut open against the rough, uneven concrete. Harry picked up Malfoy and apparated to St. Mungo’s instantly.

Needing to stay, in order to take a statement from Malfoy, Harry waited for him to be checked by the Healers and cleared. Pacing around the white hallway, the smell of the metallic blood still prominent in his mind, Harry thought about Malfoy. Thought about the last time he saw him, the way his eyes glinted with hope when Harry gave him back his wand, the brief turn of his lips and a whispered thank you.

Years later, now, Harry still felt his heart flutter at the “what-ifs” and the “what-could-be’s” remembering the time that Hermione told him that maybe all that “obsessing over everything Malfoy does” was all rooted in feelings deeply stored in his subconscious. He dismissed them, told her it was just her books on Freud talking. But that day in the manor, the relief he felt at learning that Malfoy was still alive, the gratitude that he felt when Malfoy didn’t identify him, that was all real to him. And during the Battle, seeing him among the blazing red fires of the Fiendfyre, seeing him when his life flashed before his eyes in the forest, that was all real to him. No matter what, it cannot be argued that Malfoy played an enormous part in his life, and he just couldn’t imagine it without him.

“Auror Potter, Mr. Malfoy has been cleared.”

Startled out of his daydreaming, Harry hadn’t realized that he had been so immersed in his thoughts.

Harry walked in and his eyes immediately drew to the platinum-haired man. Harry didn’t take the time to properly look at him before. He had a white wrap on his head, the cut must’ve been deep. But that wasn’t the only thing. Malfoy’s face looked different, a little softer, of course still the same pointy chin and high cheekbones, but it seemed a bit more… inviting. He was still pale, almost like a fragile porcelain doll, but those defiant brows rebuked any thoughts of vulnerability. But, the most wonderful thing about him was still his eyes, clear, like looking into two ponds, a light gray, like the hour before a storm, and Harry knew that if the sun shone just right, they would be a molten silver.

A cough sounded through the quiet room, and Harry jerked from his dream-like state, embarrassed at being caught staring at Malfoy. He cleared his throat “Hello Malfoy.”

“Potter”

“There are a few questions I must ask as part of the proceedings.”

“I figured, but I’m not going to be pressing charges.”

Harry’s eyes widened a little behind his glasses and disbelievingly said, “Wha… Why?”

“Well Potter, it’s not the first time it’s happened to me, I get why he’s doing it, he’s probably still hurt from the war and well… I’m a physical reminder of what hurt him, it’s natural that they want to… to get some sort of revenge, and even if I do file a report nothing will be done about it.” and then he just shrugged, shrugged! Like its nothing he hasn’t dealt with before! And well, Malfoy didn’t even seem embarrassed at sharing this information, almost like he’s done a hundred times already. He probably has.

Harry didn’t really know what to say, he was silently enraged and somehow felt defeated as well. It’s like everything he fought for, against all that prejudice, just came back in a different form. Do people understand that hate is what breeds these wars? That it feeds and nurtures the seeds of conflict? Why don’t they get it? UGHH I just wanna bang my head against this wall now. He felt so dejected all of a sudden and looked up at Malfoy and said, “ You know what, let’s.. er… let’s leave this interview for another time, do you wanna go have a coffee or something?”

“ A coffee?” Malfoy sneered, “ Why?” He had a suspicious glint in his eyes, it somehow made them look darker. I don’t want your pity Potter.

“ Merlin knows,” Harry rubbed his face roughly “ I need a break, and it seems like you might need one too.”

“Well, okay.” Malfoy blurted out, almost like he was too shocked to think of an excuse.

Who knew that that one cup of atrocious coffee would lead to many more, better ones, of course, Draco didn’t make the same mistake of letting Harry choose the place. Meeting at cafes, changed to lunch meetings and those turned into late night take-out and muggle movies and well, things started to change for the two lost boys…

I’ve decided to name this fic “Two Lost Boys”! 

Don’t forget to check out my AO3 where I will be uploading this fic as well!! Comment what you want to see in part 3!

Part 1

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[larryland]

COMPANY

STARRING AARON TVEIT AS “BOBBY”

  RAGTIME

STARRING:

ELIZABETH STANLEY AS “MOTHER”

DARNELL ABRAHAM AS “COALHOUSE”

ZURIN VILLANUEVA AS “SARAH”

  KUNSTLER

STARRING:

JEFF McCARTHY AS “KUNSTLER”

  THE BIRDS

STARRING:

KATHLEEN McNENNY AS “DIANE”

SASHA DIAMOND AS “JULIA”

CHRISTOPHER INNVAR AS “NAT”

OBIE AWARD WINNER ROCCO SISTO AS “TIERNEY”

  TAKING STEPS

STARRING:

CLAIRE BROWNELL AS “ELIZABETH”

MILES G. JACKSON AS “TRISTAM”

RICHARD HOLLIS AS “ROLAND”

MATTHEW GREER AS “LESLIE”

HELEN CESPEDES AS “KITTY”

(New York – May 9, 2017) Barrington Stage Company (BSC), the award-winning theatre in Downtown Pittsfield, MA, under the leadership of Artistic Director Julianne Boyd and Managing Director Michele Weathers, is proud to announce initial casting for the 2017 season.

The 2017 BSC season will begin with Kunstler, starring Jeff McCarthy (Broadway’s Chicago, BSC’s Broadway Bounty Hunter) as the titular character, with Erin Roché (Measure for Measure, The Old Globe) as “Kerry”. Kunstler is written by Jefferson Award winner and Emmy Award nominee Jeffrey Sweet, and directed by Meagen Fay. Performances begin May 18, with opening night set for May 21, and for a run through June 10.

The Birds will star Kathleen McNenny (Broadway’s The Father) as “Diane,” Sasha Diamond (BSC’s peerless) as “Julia,” Christopher Innvar (Broadway’s The Snow Geese, BSC’s Much Ado About Nothing) as “Nat,” and Obie Award winner Rocco Sisto (The Light Years at Playwrights Horizons) as “Tierney.” Written by Conor McPherson and directed by BSC Artistic Director Julianne Boyd, The Birds begins previews June 15 and opens on June 18, for a run through July 8.

  Christopher Innvar

Kathleen McNenny

Rocco Sisto

Sasha Diamond

Starring in a new production of Ragtime is Elizabeth Stanley (Broadway and BSC’s On the Town) as “Mother,” Darnell Abraham (Side Show, The Media Theatre) as “Coalhouse,” Zurin Villanueva (Broadway’s Shuffle Along) as “Sarah,” J. Anthony Crane (Broadway’s The Country House) as “Tateh,” Hunter Ryan Herdlicka (Broadway’s A Little Night Music) as “Younger Brother,” Anne L. Nathan (Broadway’s It Shoulda Been You) as “Goldman,” Lawrence E. Street (Broadway’s Urinetown) as “Booker T. Washington,” Matt Gibson (Broadway’s Gypsy) as “Willie Conklin,” Allen Kendall (Broadway’s Amazing Grace) as “JP Morgan,” Joe Ventricelli (Sleep No More) as “Houdini,” Eric Jon Malhum (Broadway’s Wicked) as “Ford,” Leanne A. Smith (Rock of Ages, Norwegian Cruises) as “Evelyn Nesbit,” and John Little (Cabaret National Tour) as “Grandfather.”

  Elizabeth Stanley

Darnell Abraham

J. Anthony Crane

Zurin Villanueva

Rounding out the ensemble will be Robb Sherman (“Younger”), Allison Blackwell (Broadway’s A Night with Janis Joplin), Christin Avante’ Byrdsong (Figaro! 90210 at The Duke on 42nd Street), Alex Nicholson (Twelfth Night, The Theatre Project), Danielle James (“True Blood”), Frances Evans, and Elliot Trainor. Ragtime features a book by Terrence McNally, lyrics by Lynn Ahrens, and music by Stephen Flaherty, with direction from Helen Hayes Award winner Joe Calarco, choreography by Karma Camp, and musical direction by Darren Cohen. Ragtime begins previews June 21, opens June 24, and closes on July 15.

  The 2017 season will continue with the laugh-out-loud but rarely staged comedy, Taking Steps, featuring Claire Brownell (Broadway’s The 39 Steps) as “Elizabeth,” Miles G. Jackson (BSC’s Tribes) as “Tristam,” Richard Hollis (Broadway’s The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time) as “Roland,” Matthew Greer (Broadway’s The Real Thing) as “Leslie,” and Helen Cespedes (Broadway’s The Cripple of Inishmaan) as “Kitty.” Written by Olivier and Tony Award winner Alan Ayckbourn, with direction from Tony Award nominee Sam Buntrock (Broadway’s Sunday in the Park with George), Taking Steps will begin performances July 20 and open July 23, for a run through August 5.

  Aaron Tveit (Broadway’s Catch Me If You Can, Next to Normal), who returns to BSC after previously playing “Matt” in the 2007 production of Calvin Berger, will star as “Bobby” in Company, along with Ellen Harvey (Broadway’s Present Laughter) as “Joanne,” Lawrence Street (Broadway’s Urinetown) as “Harry,” Jeanette Bayardelle (Broadway’s The Color Purple) as “Sarah,” Kate Loprest (Broadway’s First Date) as “Susan,” Paul A. Schaefer (Broadway’s The Phantom of the Opera) as “Peter,” Jane Pfitsch (Broadway’s Cabaret) as “Jenny,” James Ludwig (Broadway’s Spamalot) as “David,” Lauren Marcus (Little Shop of Horrors, Sharon Playhouse) as “Amy,” Joseph Spieldenner (Broadway’s Les Misérables) as “Paul,” Peter Reardon (BSC’s All My Sons) as “Larry,” Nora Schell (Spamilton, Triad Theater) as “Marta,” and Rebecca Kuznick (BSC’s Fiddler on the Roof) as “Kathy.” Featuring a book by George Furth, music and lyrics by Stephen Sondheim, with choreography by Jeffrey Page, music supervision by Darren Cohen, music direction by Alex Shields, and direction by Julianne Boyd, Company will begin previews on August 10 and is set to open August 13 for a run through September 2.

  The 2017 Barrington season will also include SPEECH & DEBATE by Tony Award winner and Pulitzer Prize finalist Stephen Karam and directed by Jessica Holt. Speech and Debate begins previews July 13, with an opening set for July 16, and will run thought July 29. This by Obie Award winner Melissa James Gibson and directed by Christopher Innvar begins previews on August 3, officially opens on August 6, and will run through August 27. The 2017 season will conclude with Gaslight (Angel Street) by Patrick Hamilton and directed by Louisa Proske. Gaslight begins previews October 4, opens October 8 and runs through October 22.

  Additional casting and creative team for all productions will be announced shortly.

  Performance schedules for all productions are available by visiting www.barringtonstageco.org.

  Both single tickets and 2017 season passes are now on-sale and available at www.barringtonstageco.org or by calling 413-236-8888 or visiting the MainStage box office (30 Union Street, Pittsfield, MA 01201). Tickets range from $25 to $69.

In addition to the previous announced 2017 productions, BSC is also proud to announce the following events for their 2017 season:

  From August 30-September 3, Broadway veteran Ed Dixon (Anything Goes, Mary Poppins) brings his one-man show, Georgie: My Adventures with George Rose, to the St. Germain Stage, directed by Eric Schaeffer (Follies). The performance schedule for Georgie is as follows: August 30-September 2, 7:30pm; September 2-3, 3:00pm.

  Two-time Tony Award-winner William Finn returns by popular demand with the next generation of talented musical theatre writers in Songs by Ridiculously Talented Composers and Lyricists You Probably Don’t Know But Should…They share a concert of their newest songs with the help of four extraordinary singers, ridiculously talented in their own right. A funny, charming and insightful evening, narrated by Mr. Finn! Concerts will take place June 9 and 10 at 8pm. Tickets range from $30-40.

  On Monday, July 31, 2017 at 7pm, BSC will present Nobody Does It Like Me…The Music of Cy Coleman. Straight from Broadway’s Wicked, the multiple Emmy and Tony-nominated Michele Lee spotlights the music of Cy Coleman (Sweet Charity, Barnum and City of Angels). Including songs from their musical Seesaw, Ms. Lee infuses the evening with stories that tickle the funny bone to ballads that cut deep into the soul. With music director extraordinaire Ron Abel, it’s easy to see how “Nobody Does It Like” Michele Lee. Tickets range from $40-50. VIP tickets, which include premium seating, a post-show reception, and a meet-and greet, are available for $75.

  After many summers of blowing the roof off of our cabaret, on Sunday, September 3, 2017 at 8pm, Joe Iconis and his tribe of musical theater misfits return to the Mainstage for a special one-night-only concert— Joe Iconis and Family TAKE OVER! These musical mavericks will make it clear why The New York Times calls them “The Future of Musical Theatre” with songs about anything and everything that makes you laugh, cry, scream, or drink. Come see what happens when The Family gets out of the basement and is set loose on the Mainstage for our final blowout of summer! Tickets range from $35-45.

  The 2017 Youth Theatre Program production will be BYE BYE BIRDIE. The winner of four Tony Awards, including Best Musical, BYE BYE BIRDIE features a book by Michael Stewart, lyrics by Lee Adams and music by Charles Strouse. BYE BYE BIRDIE, BSC’s 20th Youth Theatre production, will be directed and choreographed by Julianne Katz (Crazy For You at Lincoln Center, Assistant Choreographer).

ABOUT BARRINGTON STAGE COMPANY

  Barrington Stage Company is a professional award-winning Equity regional theatre located in the heart of the Berkshires, in Pittsfield, MA.  It was co-founded in 1995 by Artistic Director Julianne Boyd and has a three-fold mission: to present top-notch, compelling work; to develop new plays and musicals; and to find fresh, bold ways of bringing new audiences into the theatre—especially young people. Barrington Stage garnered national attention in 2004 when it premiered William Finn and Rachel Sheinkin’s musical hit The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee which later transferred to Broadway where it won two Tony Awards. In 2009, Mark St. Germain’s Freud’s Last Session ran more than ten weeks on Stage 2 and later moved Off Broadway and played for two years. St. Germain’s Becoming Dr. Ruth (which premiered at BSC as Dr. Ruth, All the Way in 2012) played Off Broadway at the Westside Theatre in fall 2013. BSC’s all-time record-breaking musical, On the Town, was originally produced at BSC in 2013.  In 2014, it opened on Broadway with BSC as a co-producer, where it was nominated for four Tony Awards including Best Musical Revival.  In 2016, Barrington Stage swept the​ first Annual Berkshire Theatre Awards by winning 20 out of the 25 awards.  In 2016, BSC produced three World Premieres; Presto Change-O, Broadway Bounty Hunter, and American Son, which won the Laurents/Hatcher Award for Best New Play.

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