#thirteen reason why

[killjoy-prince]

House M.D. but it's when a character says the name of the episode

[ogkatieelizabeth]

“i can fix you”

me:

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

this post is about riverdale and sabrina and winx club and velma and the powerpuff girls but right now it’s mostly about velma

[okurrroye]

The wait for percabeth to finally happen is going to be excruciating and I might as well kill myself now because I can’t wait that long

[garncarkakucharka]

ok but why no one has ever write Marauders Thirteen reasons why fic?

I mean

Regulus Black as Hannah Baker?

James Potter as Clay Jansen?

I desperately want to read that fic.

but I have no skills for writing... (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥) can someone write this fic for me??? please???

[cnl0400]

Do people see Thirteen in the "younger" bracket or the "Older" one? I like to think that she's around the same age as Mammon/Levi, and her sister (Candy) around the same age as Lucifer

For what she has described in S4, I like to think her relationship with her sister Is similar to Lucifer-Mammon, but Thirteen Is much more selfish and Candy much more distant. I'm so curious about what Thirteen did to her that they don't talk anymore...

[memorymeblog]

[shayyprasad]

game (headcanon) | clay jensen

a/n: something. i had to post something. (i'm halfway through season three, any requests can only be made in the timeline of season one + two + three! please, no spoilers! (i'll cry.) i wanted to write something, literally anything, to get the creative wheels turning. this is kind of just a starting point for me. italics - clay; normal - ...anyone that isn't clay.

summary: how you and clay became you and clay.

warnings: mostly fluff, some depressive/suic!d@l thoughts (nature of clay), it's 13rw... let's face it, the show tackles some dark stuff.

pairing: fem!reader x clay jensen

word count: 0.79k+ words

-after hannah, clay wasn't great at putting himself out there, especially when it came to girls.

-the biggest thing he'd be worried about was girls. once hannah passed, the main reason he was having trouble was because he was trying to find another hannah.

-clay couldn't help but compare everyone to her.

-it was funny though, because the second he saw you, it was like; who's hannah? the world of "before hannah" and "after hannah" was gone.

-in that moment, when you'd first locked eyes, anything revolving the mere thought of hannah disappeared. he didn't have to think about her, and as selfish as it feels to him, it was refreshing. relieving.

-and you know what? he loved that feeling. he loved the feeling of cloud nine.

-sure, plently of times he'd considered asked you out. and then the thought would hit him like a brick; he's never even said a word to you. how's he going to ask you anything at all, if he can't even utter yet a simple "hi" to you?

-trust me, he tries. clay tries a whole lot. but he'll be inches away, and freeze up.

-part of him is afraid to love again, because what if everything ends up like hannah? like one big repeat? he's not sure if he can live through that again. it was hard enough the first time around.

-eventually, he gives up, choosing to admire you from afar.

-it's luck for him, however, when you're the one to break the ice.

-he remembers it clearly, how you lean over during english lit.

-"clay? do you have any idea what we're doing. because... yeah, i wasn't listening." / "huh? what? oh, uh, yeah- yeah, it's chapters 12-15, questions 1-10."

-he's panicking. you're talking to him.

the second time, you're complaining about your math grade to a friend. he's not even thinking when he blurts out:

-"i can help you. like, tutor you or whatever. i'm pretty good at it." / "wait, really? like, for real?" / "sure."

-clay's non-chalant on the outside, not so much on the inside.

-you seem happy, and instantly, he is too.

-the first thing he does is head into his room, kicking justin out.

-"yeah, okay, well, the adoption papers strongly disagree." / "please? y/n's coming over! i need this to go well." / "y/n? no shit?" / "no shit."

-justin gives in, he's clay's number hypeman anyways. justin lingers in the main house, and then finally wanders to find jessica. that's not clay's concern right now, though.

-it's his room. or more specifically, his shared room. he's freaking out, he hasn't been this nervous since the trial, as he shoves all - i mean all - of justin's crap into the closet, then cleaning up his own.

-he hesisitates over his akr comics, before shoving them in a drawer.

-clay showers, it won't hurt, and spritzes on some of justin's more... masculine colongne.

-half an hour later, there's a knock at the door. he's giddy as he answers it, yet nervous as well.

-"nice house-shed." / "thanks."

-he hopes it a compliment. you're nodding in approval, taking in his room. (shared room.) the little trinkets and trophies.

-and the one akr comic he left out.

-"oh, you read these?" / "y-yeah. i mean, yes. i do. wait- do you?" / no, but my little brother does."

-it's incredible how the conversation flows so smoothly after that.

-after a while, you and him got close. suddenly, it wasn't just study/tutoring sessions, it was hangouts at your place and his.

-everyone thought the two of you were dating, starting with justin.

-he would just be talking to his brother, and it would slip in.

-"how's it going between you and y/n?" / "what's going?" / "dude, you still haven't said anything?" / "there's nothing to say."

-or between his parents:

-"clay, honey, how's your girlfriend? you should bring her over for dinner!" / "we aren't dating, mom." / "really?"

-and more frequently, at school. everyone just assumed you and him were together, and at some point, you stopped correcting them.

-"hey, man, your girlfriend left her jacket in class." / "i'll give it to her."

-somewhere along the line, the difference between dating and not-dating blurred, to the point where you weren't even sure what was going on.

-"hi, not-boyfriend." / "hey, not-girlfriend."

-^became a regular occurence.

-"should we just date? y-you know, because everyone thinks we are... so... it's like-" / "sure." / "okay. wait, really?" / "yeah, why not? i'm suprised it took you this long. i'm literally always flirting with you." / "oh."

-like i said, clay isn't always the best with girls. it doesn't matter though, because you have enough game for the both of them.

[bookishfreedom]

“In the end, everything matters.” - Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why

[texaschainsawmascara]

Possession / Easier Than Lying - Halsey / Girl, Interrupted / Suede - Tori Amos / The Face of Another / Thirteen Reasons Why - Jay Asher / Scarface / You First - Paramore / Shadow & Bone 1x08 / Richard Siken / Black Sails 2x10

[khruschevshoe]

Listen, I know I am throwing a bomb with this one and I'm going to take off running the moment I drop it, but I don't actually like the fact that Donna got her memories back? It's for the same reason I don't like the day of the doctor, and that it feels like there was this deus ex machina that was applied to the situation to make a tragedy less tragic, therefore taking away from the impact of what happened originally. Like, I would love to read this in fanfic, but not in canon as it kind of undermines the emotional impact of what happened with Donna in the same way that The Day of the Doctor completely undermines all of the character growth/destruction that 9 and 10 went through.

(Which is why I'm actually okay with bigeneration as a sort of happy ending concept because it allows the Doctor to heal himself/comfort himself WITHOUT removing/retconning tragedy, but I also don't know how you'd do that the same way without having Donna regain her memories...

Except yes, I do, you could have Thirteen bigenerate into Fifteen and let her stay with Yaz, whose ending always felt a bit...abrupt and unfinished to me in a way that Donna's felt like a closed tragedy.)

[nebs-shitposts]

im not even mad about timeless child/ flux anymore because of the wonderful performance DT gave characterizing how devastating it was to experience that as the doctor.

[thenighttrain]

The worst thing about BookTok is when a book you've loved for years gets popular because of BookTok, and no one believes that you read it before it got popular.

omg yes, i think this has happened with a few books i've read, i can't remember their titles now (maybe song of achilles??) but yeah. it's like when they used to adapt EVERYTHING into a movie/tv show (ok, they still do this) and no one believes that you read it before the adaptation

[obeymeow]

nightbringer lesson 14 FUCKED ME UP in several ways but primarily I've spent the last 48 hours making myself sad over the solomon backstory we got. specifically I have, for no reason, latched onto that one chapter in the Kids event where baby solomon cried because he felt so guilty over being responsible for that spell. and that just feels a touch more depressing in context

[ulanysillykotek]

feeling like her lately a lot. might pull a hannah baker soon idk tho.

[shayyprasad]

mystery | clay jensen

a/n: why is the 13rw fandom so small... it's literally killing me. this takes place during the riot at liberty in season 4.

summary: you've always needed an excuse to talk to him, the riot came up, and there was your chance.

warnings: mentions of riots, fighting, and violence. cursing

pairing: fem!reader x s4!clay jensen

word count: 1.4k+ words

you can hear the faint squeaking of the swings as you close the door and lock your car. it's not winter quite yet, but there's a bristle of leaves floating in the air.

it's getting colder and darker; a dried up leaf sways down into your hair, and you pick it out, admiring the curl of the corners and the brown tint of the edges.

there's a chill in the soft breeze, and clouds appear when you breathe out. the trees blaze with autumn; red, gold and auburn leaves littered the ground like a many-hued carpet that crackled and rustled as you hike along. though, it's rather comparable to a graveyard - bugs lying on their backs' motionless.

there's a certain smell in the fall air, you're sure.

melancholy, you think. it smells melancholy. while you tread along the willow-lined path, you couldn't fully enjoy the warm colors that were gifted alongside, but rather saddened by the end of life.

the soft wind in summer, how it wrapped around someone, hugging their body, now a harsh, cold shove - tearing leaves off their branches.

their swirling waltz, a desperate, autumnal finale, mocks the fleeting glory of their once vibrant life. the shimmering gold, a cruel adornment, a gilded cage before their inevitable demise.

the leaves' shimmering gold is a bittersweet farewell, a prelude to their return to the earth from whence they came.

the song of birds in the air - not so much a song as a cry - at the lack of food for the winter.

autumn's beauty is a human illusion, a veil cast upon its raw truth. beneath the veneer of vibrant hues lies a season steeped in melancholy, a mournful dirge for life's retreat.

now knowing this, how could anyone be expected to enjoy a "beauty" of what's only death?

you follow the trail to the childern's playground, and you aren't thinking, not really. more of following a trail you've subconsciously set out for yourself, in hopes of escaping a round of life.

you're only half aware as you're walking there, the sound of the crunch on mulch, or the soft humming. based on the vocal noises, it's safe to assume that it's a man. boy?

you guess you'll find out.

when you near the swingset, you do see that it's a boy, maybe your age. squinting in the darkness, you realize that you know this boy.

after everything that's happened in the past few years, it'd be hard to not.

clay jensen, well-known senior, not for the reasons you think. famous for the the right things, or at least, you don't think they're the right things.

if you think back, you'd say it started from hannah. when you think of clay, the first thing that comes to mind is the butterfly effect.

one small lie, a simple rumor, triggering a whole chain reaction. someone (multiple people, actually) hurt hannah, hannah hurt herself, which in turn, hurt others.

you'd say clay was one of those people.

you remember freshman year, you had some classes with him, you liked clay, in a more than friends way. you left hints, but he never picked up on them, but you didn't give up.

he was quiet, shy, and nerdy - everything you wanted in a guy.

but when hannah entered the frame, and you saw how he looked at her, you realized he'd never look at you the same.

so you let them be.

last you heard, he was with the new girl. well, she wasn't that new anymore. ani... whatever her same was. you don't pay much attention.

you're not sure if they're together. he's still pretty cute, but he's kind of a lot.

you see him slowly swinging back and forth on the swing, and you take a seat beside him. his head snaps towards you, and he opens his mouth to say something, but you beat him to it.

"you have serious balls, jensen."

"um, thanks? sorry, uh, do i know you?"

you're gonna pretend like that didn't sting. "freshman year, we had so many classes together."

clay furrows his brows at you, before they hit the top of his head. "oh! yeah. y/n. right?"

"yep."

"sorry. i swear i know you, i just- there's a lot going on right now, you know?"

"i imagine."

"setting that car on fire was a risky move, though."

clay blinks, "w-what?"

"that was you right?"

"why? did you see?"

"so it was, then."

he presses his lips together, it's so much harder to get a laugh out've him. you swear it used to be so easy.

you try and amend your words, "no, i didn't see anything. i just... assumed. it seemed like something you'd do."

"uh-?"

"not in a bad way or anything. you've just kinda been like that," you're aware you're being rather vague, and you might've accidently offended him.

oh, well. if there's a hole, might as well dig it deeper, right? there's no where to go... but down?

that's probably not the best method of thinking.

"i don't- what do you mean?"

"well, like, you haven't flown under the radar with this stuff. again, not in a bad way. it's admirable, for the most part, how up-and-front you are with what you believe in and your causes or whatever."

"for the most part?"

you give him a look, "from everything i said, that's what you got?"

he chuckles, and you feel your heart warm. making him happy, it felt like a prize to be won. sure, it wasn't a laugh (yet), but it was something.

"did you... were you there the whole time?" clay asks.

"more or less. i, uh, saw the... i saw diego and justin in the hall."

"oh, shit. did you-"

"no, i didn't. say anything, i mean."

you're not stupid. sure, you aren't a genius, but you've got the ability to put two and two together. it's clear diego wanted justice for monty, and justin had to be part of that.

sure, what was going on between the two could've been only about jessica, but that didn't sound right. jess with diego? no way.

you'd seen her and justin together. that love doesn't come around often, and it'd be stupid to let it pass.

if jessica and justin were "affiliated" before, and now diego was in the picture, was jess trying to stand in his way? convince him of something else?

also, seeing jessica and justin making out kind of gave it away.

that would lead you to your next point, these kids.

alex, zach, clay, jess, justin, ani, charlie...

none of them fit together, and you couldn't see what they'd have in common. unless, it was something else keeping them tied.

almost all of them were mentioned on hannah's tapes, which also included bryce. monty and bryce were best friends, and nothing would've seperated them. monty would do practically anything for bryce.

instantly, it should be obvious that it wasn't monty who killed him.

these kids cared for their late friend, giving them much reason to hurt bryce. however, was it possible all of them ganged up on him? or just a few?

if it were just a few, what were keeping the others from telling?

more secrets, maybe?

if you knew, which you don't, you wouldn't tell.

"why?" he asks.

you look him in the eye, "something told me that wouldn't work out well for some people."

you see him still, clearly figuring out what to say. "what people?"

"i know more than you think i do," you shrug.

clay narrows his brows at you, "you don't know shit."

"oops, did i hit a nerve?" you wince. "sorry. we can drop it."

he stares into the darkness, licking his lips, contemplating his next move. "what do you know?" clay sighs.

"well, i know you know. i also you it wasn't you."

"how?"

"you've always had a hero complex, jensen." he remains quiet, so you continue. "it's not a bad thing, but it's not great either. it's gets you into tough situations, doesn't it? but you'd do anything for your friends. you're loyal. that's what makes you... you."

"i don't know what you think you know, but it's not true."

"okay," you shrug.

"o-okay?"

"it's not my shit to deal with. i don't need nor want to meddle."

clay play with his fingers, slowly nodding. "hero complex, huh?"

again, you shrug. "i call it as i see it."

"yeah, okay," his gaze flickers to you, then back to the floor.

"i'm, uh, sorry. for," you pause, vaguely gesturing around, "everything." when he stays silent, you go on. "i mean, hannah and bryce and monty and the whole trial. it's a lot for one person to deal with. especially a kid."

he pauses, clearing thinking of what to say, "i- i guess? it's never been... like, sure it's not normal, but i wouldn't take back anything i've done."

you open your mouth to say something, "not that i've done anything," clay adds quickly.

"um, okay."

he inhales, "yeah."

"yeah."

clay clears his throat, "well, uh, i should... get going. but... maybe we can do this again?"

"i'm up for interrogating you at midnight anytime."

"cool."

"bye, clay," you smile warmly.

"bye."

you watch him as he walks off into the distance, listening to the crunch of gravel underneath his tires.

clay seems like such a mystery.

and you love mysteries.