cw suicide but literally what happened in s2ep45
okay I have to pick ur brain cos I'm still not sure what I think, What's up with Glenn being willing to help TJ kill himself basically??? It's weird right? (Don't get me started on the way this show struggles to understand when characters are self-harming or expressing suicidal ideation. Seriously. Everytime.)
I wrote some thoughts but deleted them because it’s. Tbh it’s complicated to me. Here’s kind of my list of thoughts.
-Glenn is kind of an idiot. Terry could likely very easily rile Glenn up enough to get him to fight.
-That said, Glenn is a 20th level character- Terry is not. It doesn’t make sense that they’d be evenly matched.
-Glenn also doesn’t really seem that invested in the fight. Or that angry, really.
-He stops the fight to let Terry talk to his family- if he planned on actually getting revenge for his kid, he wouldn’t have done that. Glenn was raised by an opportunist- he is one. Even if not to that same extent.
All of this formulates to me thinking Glenn.. didn’t plan on killing him. To me that’s pretty obvious. It was only swords, no spells- and then the question instead becomes “Why did Glenn agree to a fight he didn’t plan on winning?”
I also don’t know the answer! I have some guesses though.
-Simplest solution, he wanted to ‘win’ but not kill him. Make a point about it, maybe show Nick that he did this cool thing for him, whatever. This answer is boring.
-He wanted to bide his time until someone (like Nick, who lives here) could come and actually give a say on the situation- address it directly himself.
-He does not know how to talk feelings with someone so set on dying, or really anyone at all. He figured he could get him to wear himself out and then give up.
-Freddie fr didn’t know why they were fighting until this episode and had to last minute figure out how into the fight Glenn was to kill his friends child- therefore he fell into this weird halfassed state of combat adapting to the thing Anthony threw at him and we gotta fill in some gaps with our brain here to make that reasonable lmao
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I fucking hate people who pull the "oh it's just a joke" after telling someone to kill themselves.
Like even if you were actually joking the entire time, that doesn't really change that you shouldn't be fucking joking about that to begin with!
By your logic, it's perfectly acceptable to call someone a slur, provided you aren't being serious. That's what you're saying when you try to pull the "it's just a joke". That you can say literally anything you want to someone, and it doesn't matter, provided it's a joke.
You people understand that it's not acceptable to call someone the n-word as a joke, and you understand (for the most part) that joking that a woman was "asking for it" based on what she was wearing is not acceptable, so why is it so difficult for you to comprehend that it's not acceptable to tell someone to commit suicide either, even as a joke?
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Wildefire: The Worst Thing
cw: discussed/referenced prison whump and abuse; manipulative whumper, bluntly discussed noncon
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"What's the worst thing they did to you, Alexei?" Uriah was standing behind him, unwelcome hands light on his shoulders. The muscle there still ached from his most recent punishment.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Lex's answer was automatic. Flat words with no emotion behind them; flat hope that Uriah would let him walk away from this conversation.
"Of course you do," Uriah pressed, amusement in his voice. "You spent a year in the Tower. I want to hear about it. I want to know what you're so afraid of."
"Why?"
"When I ask you a question, I want an answer without having to explain myself."
Lex grit his teeth. "Why?" he repeated. He already knew the answer. Because I want to use it against you. Because I can.
Uriah clicked his tongue. "You won't like my answer," he said. "Or maybe you will. I think sending you back is too dramatic for a first offense, so I want something else. Something I can do to you when you step out of line."
(Brine, mine, spine.)
Of course Fox had the audacity to ask him to name this future punishment. Because why else would he bring it up, if he wasn't planning on using it? Lately it seemed like he'd been watching Lex like a hawk. Waiting for a slip up. A mistake. Defiance that was a shade too dark.
Uriah gave his shoulders a squeeze. "Alexei? I'm waiting."
"Beatings," he muttered, hoping it would be enough, knowing it wouldn't.
Sure enough, Uriah didn't relinquish his grip, instead giving a squeeze and letting out a short chuckle. "Really? Is that what you're so afraid of? Is that what's keeping you behaving? You're afraid to take a beating?" He leaned in. "You come back from half your assignments black and blue and unbothered. Tell me the truth."
(Booth, forsooth, uncouth.)
The truth. What the fuck was he supposed to say? There were worse days than others, there were worst days, but there was nothing about the Tower itself that could be replicated in a single punishment. It was the tiny, dark, empty cell. It was the guards, who could barge in at any fucking hour and do whatever they wanted to him. It was the uncertainty brought on by each day, not knowing if he was destined for a beating or a showing or being hauled blindfolded down the stairs to be abandoned with a rich stranger. It was the damned silence.
"Rentals," he tried again. It was close. It was vague. It was enough that Uriah could fill in the blanks and take his own fucking pick without dragging Lex into it.
"Rentals, hm?" Uriah said. "I know the program well."
No shocker there. Lex wouldn't be surprised if Uriah was one of the many shareholders who got a cut of Rentals' profits.
"What did you hate about Rentals then?"
"Blindfold," Lex answered shortly. (Cold, sold.)
"Only that? I suppose I understand it, but it's hardly enough to act as a behavioral deterrent." His mouth was millimeters from Lex's ear now, words hot on his skin, insistent. "And I don't believe you. Tell me."
Lex inhaled, hating the way his breath shook. He could lie. He could find something easier and hope Uriah took the bait, but deep down he knew it would never be enough.
"I think you know," he said hoarsely. "I think you already know. You just want me to fucking say it."
He swore he could feel the smile that crept across Uriah's face. "Maybe I do."
Lex swallowed. He felt like a statue, hard and frozen, muscles so tightly coiled he might explode. And that was exactly what Uriah wanted. Something he could punish. Because he liked the rush that came from flaunting his power over Lex, or because of pure sadism. It didn't matter. He wouldn't give the other man the satisfaction.
"They touched me," he spat. "Held me down when I couldn't fucking fight back." (Crack, hack, lack, track, smack.)
Uriah was silent, breath in his ear, hands still firm on his shoulders. Waiting for him to continue.
"I was whipped and then raped," Lex finally said, and even just the word felt like a razorblade on his tongue. That was what Uriah wanted. To force him to acknowledge it, to remember it, to understand what the threat was. To prove that he held all the power, even in conversation.
"And that was the worst thing?" Fox murmured, though satisfaction was plain in his voice.
"What do you think?"
A hand slid down his back and lifted his shirt. Lex tensed, but Uriah only hmmd.
"I don't see any scars."
"They had to bring in a healer. Thought I wasn't gonna make it. Don't know why they bothered."
At last, he felt Fox pull away from him, cool air on his back in the man's absence.
"Wasn't so hard, was it?" Uriah was beside him now, taking slow steps until he and Lex were face to face. And then he stood there. Two feet away. Pristine suit and tie, hands clasped casually behind his back, eyes bright and malicious. The pressure building in Lex's chest, the fear he was trying to ignore, had built into something heavy that pounded against the inside of his skull.
"Well. There you have it. Push your luck too far, and I won't send you back to the Tower. Not the first time." He reached out, curling a finger under Lex's chin, and it took everything he had to not recoil at the touch.
"But I don't want you thinking I'm afraid to go as far as they did if you ever defy me again."
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