#cassandra pressman

[imjustanasshole]

the society (2019), I grieve you every single day of my life, I'll never get over you

[dream-with-a-fever]

What's your theory on why Harry hates Cassandra? (The Society)

i am so glad you asked anon! i and the other 3 hassandra stans that exist (woo!) have a pretty set theory on why these two interact the way they do. i could literally do an in-depth thorough analysis of all their scenes and explain it point by point and i will! bc i love them lol

first things first, we know that harry and cassandra are academic rivals. this is a known fact in the show, by just about everyone in the school. they are both extremely bright, well-spoken and driven people. hence, it’s unsurprising that they both have a lot of the same interests/extra curriculars, they’re both the two leads in the school play for crying out loud??? and as a direct result of this fact, it’s easy to see that they would also be in direct competition with each other a lot (for top marks, spots at ivy league universities, debate captaincy, student body presidency etc).

now you may be wondering, isn’t this reason enough for him to hate her? and my very simple answer is no. the dynamic these two have, while they have their moments of divorced-parents-bickering-style-banter, there is much more tension and angst that you’d never expect from such a relationship. which is what makes their dynamic quite intriguing. yes, they bicker and argue, yes, they like to one up each other, but it’s more than just little jabs here and there.

they also seem to know exactly what to say to strike a chord with the other. they both do this several times, i.e cassandra making a snarky comment about harry excluding people from his party and his “would you even come, cassandra?” response. you’d think an innocuous throw away comment like that wouldn’t cause her to literally freeze, and have no form of rebuttal (she’s captain of the debate team, mind you!). the same is seen when harry offers to drive to the town’s border to get help (after she does), and she responds with “you sober?”, a little quip, and he looks her dead in the eye and says “fuck you, cassandra.” ?????? a very strong reaction to his high school rival pointing out one of his vices.

my main theory (as well as several other peoples’) is that harry was cassandra’s yale boy. and let me explain why.

firstly, it’s discussed in the early episodes that cassandra had a fling with someone at yale admitted students’ weekend. allie refers to it when cassandra is spending time with gordie, which implies that whatever happened at yale clearly meant something to her as she a) told her sister about it and b) liked him enough that her sister is telling her off for cozying up with gordie when she clearly had feelings for someone else….. but also interestingly allie does not name the guy, which could imply cassandra never disclosed his identity… which would make sense given the nature of harry and cassandra’s relationship. also i will note that yes when gordie asks cassandra about who she’s been sleeping with (nosey little weirdo i stg), she tells him about yale boy, she says she only saw him twice but that could be interpreted as, she only slept with him twice, which would make the harry is yale boy theory still plausible.!

now, cassandra’s yale boy is never named in the series, even though he’s referred to. which would be fine, if not for the fact that a much more minor character gwen in the series, mentions having a fling with a guy at an admitted students weekend, but he doesn’t go nameless. we find out his name is seth, and that is mentioned several times. why would they name the guy a minor character hooked up with (which is less relevant to the overall storyline anyway) but not name the one cassandra hooked up with when it is relevant to the relationships of the main characters? a very strange decision if the yale boy is not someone we as the viewers already have been introduced to…

secondly, there’s the fact that harry and cassandra are elite students, and it’s very probable that they would be applying for the same ivy league schools, and that they would both get in. while it’s never mentioned where harry plans to go to university, we can assume from everything we know about him that he would be going to one of the good ones. it also seems that harry’s relationship with kelly is rather rocky a lot of the time, their disagreements in the series heavily imply they’ve had tiffs before. in that case what’s stopping him from having a fling with cassandra over an admitted students weekend..?

thirdly, in almost all of the interactions that we see between harry and cassandra in the series, harry seems to be much more angry with her than she is with him. he sounds bitter and aggravated, and isn’t afraid to lash out. but when he retaliates to her little quips, she often backs down at once, looking almost hurt/upset, as if there’s some unspoken fight happening between them, but they’re fighting about other stuff as a cover up almost.

fourthly, their glances. the best example in episode one, when harry gets up and follows campbell out of the church, one arm around his on and off again girlfriend kelly, he looks back directly at cassandra who’s already searching for his gaze. they lock eyes for a second, before she hurriedly looks away. if this was just your enemy, why are you searching for each other’s eyes like that? why would he even look back at all, if there wasn’t some underlying thing between them? if he just hated her because of their academic rivalry, why does he look back, as if to check her reaction, and look slightly guilty while doing it?

same as the scene in episode two, after harry has clearly just hooked up with allie and all of them run into each other in the rain. the way cassandra’s face falls at once, and she’s barely looking at allie. the angst is all aimed at him. the hurt, the betrayal, the almost heartbreak… it almost feels like a personal attack, to get back at her. why would he look extremely guilty at the sight of her? yes, he hooked up with her sister but if he hates cassandra why would he care about that? not to mention kelly aka his so-called beloved girlfriend who just dumped him for another guy (will, who he also hates) is standing Right There but who is he too busy looking at??? cassandra fucking pressman.

so basically my heavily winded response to your question (i apologise i couldn’t help writing an essay) is that harry and cassandra had some kind of fling at yale admitted students weekend, as even though they fought a lot and were extremely competitive with each other, they had a very ‘tit for tat flirtatious energy’ hence some level of ‘attraction’ as said by the actor who played harry on the series.

and cassandra no doubt must’ve been the one to end it, which would explain harry’s behaviour. humiliated, hurt and annoyed. they hook up, there was clearly some long buried feelings come up to the surface. maybe he opened up to her but she put a stop to it pretty quick, most likely due to fear of him ending up hurting her, or fear of what would happen back at home etc. and he never forgave her for it, he let her in only to have her cut him off. so his anger is coming from not only the competitive nature of their schooling and rivalry, but also being burned by her. she’s probably the first person to have fully understood him too, which would be a kick in the guts, to have that person turn around and say no i can’t do this with you. this would explain harry’s anger, and cassandra’s desire to make things right with him (re the committee and stuff, wanting his opinion etc).

there’s more to say but i can’t think of it all right now so i’ll just quickly say a couple funny things that seem a little too coincidental to be an unconscious choice.

- cassandra has a poster of harry styles in her bedroom. interestingly the poster only says ‘harry’ not harry styles which is an interesting easter egg

- there is a dormitory at yale university called ‘bingham hall’ …. and his name is harry bingham.. what the hell is up with that..

- in the scene in the church, cassandra says something about putting measures in place before everything gets out of control, and ‘we all start hurting each other’ and who does she directly look at when she says the line? mr harry bingham. harry grimaces to the floor when she says it, like he knows exactly what she’s referring to. why, writers, why?!!

okay i’m officially done with my rant. these two are one of my favourite ships. so much wasted potential. i even wrote a fic a while back of what i think went down at yale…… so here’s some shameless promo

> our bodies are young and blue by societysgot

harry x cassandra, yale au

[thewolfking2012]

We Remember Them

In case anyone forgot it's been seven years since the society came out. Seven years of us discovering new ham. 10 episodes of uncovering and building a new world. We will never forget what we had and what netflix took from us.

[kolcheksluver]

OVER AND OVER (I FALL FOR YOU)

pairing: Harry Bingham/Cassandra Pressman

characters mentioned: Harry Bingham, Cassandra Pressman, Allie Pressman.

overview: But lately he’s felt like he was spiraling into a depression once more which wasn’t unlike him, but it was cause for concern to those around him considering how he spends most of his time home listening to Cassandra’s extensive record collection. And that was because, if the right ones were played, he was sent back in time momentarily. Not long enough.

Or: Harry finds out that by listening to the right songs, he can travel to moments in time in an attempt to save Cassandra.

warnings: Mentions of attempted suicide, depression, death, uhmm lmk if I need to add more!

word count: 1,227

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/70152111

This is a fic inspired by/kind of an au of?? The Greatest Hits (2024) where David Corenswet plays Lucy Boynton’s dead lover. Again. They’re also in their 20s and Cass dies from a wreck not a gunshot wound AND the present is 2025! Also the divider is from @cafekitsune

Next week would mark two years since Cassandra had died, he’d had counted the days since. Tally’d it on notebook paper, it was the only way he was keeping track of the days anymore except for the days he went to a group that was to help with grief management, but it was a bunch of bullshit in his opinion — he didn’t understand why he needed this, but he was more or less threatened by Allie that she would cut him off if he didn’t go to it, and he really did not want that to happen whether he admitted this fact or not, so he went. But lately he’s felt like he was spiraling into a depression once more which wasn’t unlike him, but it was cause for concern to those around him considering how he spends most of his time home listening to Cassandra’s extensive record collection. And that was because, if the right ones were played, he was sent back in time momentarily. Not long enough.

Unfortunately this wasn’t strict to just her records. It happened anytime a song that held any memory to Cassandra was on, even in public. So he had a solution, although there was nothing simple about it: headphones, constantly. In public, on the bus, around new friends. Everywhere. He’d spent the better half of the past year carefully testing her records to see which were safe and which weren’t, but it was a bit hard due to the amount of ones she had and how music always seemed to be playing throughout their rented home. It was mostly Rumors by Fleetwood Mac, or Evermore by Taylor Swift, or whatever she felt like playing that day. Harry never understood why Cassandra insisted on records instead of just streaming, but he wasn’t judging. It made her happy and he would always surprise her with new ones when he saw them in stores he thought she might like.

Harry sat in the disheveled living room that used to be neat and tidy per Cassandra’s insistence. She was a bit of a neat freak and it was one of the things he loved about her. But now he was sitting with what used to be their cat but was now just his cat, still loved dearly. His phone buzzed with his fifteenth text from Allie, probably checking in. She did that a lot. Lazily, Harry picked up the phone and the screen lit up with the notification the first thing he sees.

You okay?

He could have scoffed. He was so tired of that question, if he was being honest. The way the people who asked him this gave him the world’s most pitiful look. Luke had assured him that the look was out of concern but all Harry saw was their pity. The kind of look that said to those around him that Harry was fragile and people needed to be careful with him, but Harry wasn’t glass. He wouldn’t break just because he was depressed and his girlfriend was gone. He hadn’t said much at her funeral. He was actually late to it, and he sat towards the back not wishing to be acknowledged or to engage with anyone there. But him and Allie’s eyes had met and a lump in his throat had formed. Because she was the last person who Harry had wanted to see him if he had to choose. She had asked him the same thing she was asking him now over text.

“Are you okay?”

All Harry could do was stare at her blankly, because what could he say? He couldn’t tell the little sister of his dead girlfriend that he was actually fucking miserable and on the verge of killing himself because of this. So he sniffed, and put on his most obvious faux smile and nodded.

“Fine.”

Allie didn’t believe him in the slightest, not that he blamed her but she didn’t press him. Any of their old friends that had come back for the funeral mostly steered clear of Harry and he preferred it that way. But that didn’t stop them from glancing over at him and whispering. He couldn’t take it and left, went home, fed their cat, and went to bed. He stayed there for several days, not answering his phone. He went out to buy their cat an automatic feeder set on a timer and then went right back to bed for more days.

Now he didn’t do that too much. He was focused on a new goal; stop the crash. He had a corkboard with pictures, notes, dates. SAFE SONGS and NOT SAFE SONGS. On the floor he had two boxes labelled TESTED and NOT TESTED. He didn’t feel like going through the NOT TESTED right now in case he was sent to somewhere he didn’t feel like unpacking at the moment. Like one of their multitude of fights they had, or just a bad memory. He didn’t want to deal with that. Actually, Harry didn’t feel like time traveling at all today. He was tired, and his neck hurt from falling on the chair. So he turned the tv on in hopes of having something to drown out all of his thoughts, but instead he was met with the 2005 Pride and Prejudice, which was Cassandra’s favorite movie. And before he could process what scene was fully playing he was already about to time travel. Harry didn’t have the time to cover his ears or change the channel.

And just like that he was in bed with Cassandra, several years earlier with the rain confession playing. Mr. Darcy from the soundtrack was what had sent him back. He’d heard it many times because he’s seen this many times, but this was their first date at his house. It was the first time he’d watched it with her. They were in his childhood bedroom under his covers, his walls had some pictures along them. Dresser neater than usual. Cassandra’s doing. He wanted to avoid looking at her for as long as possible because he didn’t want to be as disappointed as he was every time when he woke up alone in their apartment. But when he heard her voice he couldn’t help but look at her.

“He loves her so much.” Cassandra had her hair up in curlers because the next day was senior prom, and she wanted to have her hair curled but didn’t want to spend forever in the bathroom curling it. He remembered this conversation vividly. He remembers exactly what he said.

“Didn’t he just talk shit about her family?”

“Well, yeah, but they’re enemies to lovers for a reason, Harry.” She would scoff. She dipped her hand in the chip between them and chuckled as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her at all. She looked so gorgeous, he just wanted to cup her face and kiss her. And not stop, ever. He didn’t want to let her go. But he couldn’t do this. He grabbed the tv remote and went to change the channel, much to her protests. “You promised –”

His eyes opened and Harry was back in the apartment with his phone buzzing. He grabbed it and looked at the caller i.d. It read ALLIE in big bold letters. Harry sighed. Fuck.

[luci-hemwin-evanson]

Re watching the society it's crazy

Like you can see how they all beggining to lose their minds

Harry, Allie, Clarke, Luke maybe even Helena

Campbell was always sick, lowkey Will too

Crazy how I used to think Cassandra was annoying and I liked Allie, Will & Helena but now I think Cassandra was in the right, she didnt deserved to die

And the others were kinda annoying like Will whole relationship w Kelly, Allie leaving power & grief get to her head, Helena is kinda annoying in general

Also I used to think Clarke was annoying but now I think he was rigth

I also forgot Campbell killing the dog and having to do w Dewey killing Cassandra

Also totally forgot about Dewey, like I remember some random dude killed her but didnt remember the conversation before prom or Harry being the one figuring out it was him

Also them killing him, I completely forgot

I also forgot like half of Harry & Allie's interactions

Also Sam, Becca, Bean & Gordie are so cute like the going home comitee

And obviously Grizz is amazing

[justmeandmyships]

I live my life normally until a voice in my head says:

"It's Cassandra. It's always been Cassandra"

I'm gonna tell my grandkids about how they had so much potential and it was criminally wasted 😭😭😭😭

[imaginefan]

Challenges

Cassandra Pressman X GN!Reader (I don't think there is a gender assigned to the reader at any point, let me know if I'm wrong)

Word Count: 1430

Requested: @awakeandreading

Request: heyy it’s been a while but i read your stories about the society and if you wanted i had a request. cassandra never died cause was cured, she’s my love interest. we became rulers, even if we got someone to face (maybe harry or campbell). i just want a story with cassandra and maybe some drama. pleasee i would love to

Warning: Cannon typical violence, cannon divergence, spoliers

You will thank your parents for the self defence training that they made you take before all of this happened, your father worked in the police force. Dewey was easy enough to disarm considering he was skinny, barely knew how to hold a gun and in all honesty you didn’t think that he really wanted to do this anyway. This being shooting Cassandra who you had stayed behind with the clean up.

“Dewey what the hell are you doing!?” Cassandra asked. “He was trying to kill you.” You answered, putting safety back on the gun with your foot placed firmly on his chest to stop him from moving. “K-kill me? Why?” She asked. “You gonna answer that?” You asked, looking down at him. “You can’t make me say anything!” He glared at the both of you and you shrugged. “You're right but we both know that you're on your own now, the person who put you up to this isn’t coming to save you, there’s nowhere for you to go after all.” You shrugged. “I’m not telling you anything!” He repeated the sentence as if it were the only one that he knew and for a second you figured you felt the way that your parents did whenever they had to question someone. “What’s going on!?” Someone yelled, it was then that you realised that with a shot going off that you would call the attention of others, in fact you weren’t sure how he intended to get away with it, just more proof that it was a plan made for him to take the fall. “I know that we’ve only just got here but we need somewhere to hold him, at least until we can get him to talk.” You explained as you looked back at Cassandra. “Somewhere to keep him?” Cassandra asked. “What happened?” Gordie and Allie appeared next to Cassandra, Grizz and Luke close second being Helena and Becca. “Why are you holding a gun?” “He tried to shoot Cassandra.” You answered “we need to find somewhere to hold him, until we can properly talk to him, at the moment he doesn’t want to talk to anyone that will change though.” “How do you know that?” Grizz asked. “It always does, look, just watch him until I’m going to check my place, if I remember right there should be a key to the station in the house, we can at least keep him in a cell until we figure all of this out.” You explained. “Sounds like a good plan.” Grizz nodded as he walked over, your eyes cast over the crowd of people catching the eye of Campbell who was leaning against a tree, Harry seemed to be saying something to him but he wasn’t paying attention. Instead he was watching you with his arm crossed over his chest, when you narrowed your eyes at him he only smirked, he had to have something to do with it.

The following day the boys volunteered to do rotations for watching Dewey, it was late morning when you showed up at the station to talk to Dewey. Campbell was already there when you got there “what are you doing here?” You asked. “Offering my services.” Campbell answered. “Services?” You asked. “To look after the prisoner.” He answered. “You aren’t going anywhere near that prisoner.” You smirked, crossing your arms, eyes cast over to the door leading to the holding cell. “Why is that?” He asked. “Because you definitely had something to do with it, so you won’t be helping with anything.” You explained as you walked past him. “What makes you think I have anything to do with this?” He asked, grabbing your arm as you attempted to breeze past him. “There’s only one person that everyone is scared of crossing and that’s you.” You answered “anyone else and he would have told me who it was but you, I bet he figures that we won’t kill him but you will.” “Is that so? Why not put me in a cell too?” Campbell asked. “Because you were smart enough not to leave any evidence, even if he did tell us it was you there would be no way to prove it… Am I right?” You asked. “Let me know if you find anything…” Campbell smirked as he turned and walked away. “Don’t worry you’ll be the first to know.” You mumbled. “How do you do that?” Luke asked. “What?” You asked. “Stand up to him like that?” He asked. “He’s human nothing more, I’d much rather be killed fighting then live hiding, don’t you think?” You asked.

You walked into the room where the holding cells were located in “hey there Greg, you hungry?” You asked, holding the bag of food through the bars dropping it to the floor when he didn’t answer you. “I’m not going to talk to you if you bring me food either.” He glared at you and you shrugged. “You can keep being defensive all you like, I’m pretty sure that the other person involved can’t be implicated, so there are no other suspects and no reason to question you. I’m feeding you because Cassandra wants you to have a fair trial like you would have back home, so next time you see her thank her.” You turned to leave after that no intention of staying any longer. “He told me to do it.” Dewey finally said. “He?” You asked. “Campbell, he was the one that put me up to it.” He explained. “He wanted you to kill his cousin?” You asked. “Was anyone else there?” “Others were there but we were all high.” He answered. “You should have said no.” You mumbled as you finally walked out.

“So Campbell is the one that we need to get rid of.” Allie said. “It’s not that easy, if we do anything short of what would have been done at home then we’re the same as him and that just starts a civil war, the only way to beat him is to make him think that he’s winning.” You said your hands rested on the back of the chair that Cassandra was sitting in. “You have to be careful.” Sam said “Our parents got him tested before, they never told anyone but he was diagnosed psychopath.” “I mean he is living up to the stereotype.” You sighed as your grip tightened on the chair, Cassandra moved her hand up to press against yours. “Okay fine if we can’t do anything about him then what are we doing with Dewey?” Allie asked. “That’s up to Cassandra, the crime was committed against her, once the trial is done, I think we should leave the punishment up to her, the same as any other crime against any other person.” You explained, people seemed to nod in agreement “but whatever you decide you have to carry out yourself.”

The trial came around all too quickly and much like everyone thought it was an open and shut case, with you being the eye witness and able to give you recount of the events it was now just up to Cassandra what she wanted to do with Dewey. The following night you were finding it hard to sleep, mostly because you could sense that Cassandra was struggling, you turned over to face her resting your head on your arm. “What’s going on?” You asked. “I’m sorry did I wake you?” She asked. “No I wasn’t actually asleep, is it Dewey?” You asked. “Not really, I’m more worried about Campbell, if it’s true that he was behind trying to get me killed.” Cassandra explained. “What if there are others that are against me leading?” “Then they should say something, or they can leave, no one is stopping them from leaving.” You shrugged. “I promise you that I will not let anything happen to you, my parents have taught me to look after myself and everyone around me, I can teach you the same or I can protect you the way that you need.” “You would do that?” Cassandra asked. “I will, I’m also making it my personal mission to dismantle the threat he poses or get rid of him all together.” You promised. “Thank you.” She said softly, eyes started to flutter. “Go to sleep. I ‘ll be here in the morning.” You lifted your hand running your fingers gently through her hair guiding her to sleep only falling asleep yourself when you were sure that she was resting, your promise still on your mind and a plan forming in your head.

Requests and general question!

[daisiesdaggers]

facts about grizz visser

— an extended list that i wrote back when i was (really) obsessed with this show. recycled from my notes app.

he tucks his pants into his socks

his first line in the show was a compliment

he owns a shirt that says "danger: i am a hugger"

he owns handcuffs. actual handcuffs.

he has a framed picture of edgar allan poe hanging on his bedroom wall

he tends to keep his hair tie on his hand, rather than his wrist

we rarely see him in short sleeved shirts, even when it's clearly warm or hot outside and other characters are wearing summer clothes. this might show that he is uncomfortable exposing his body, as a result of being in the closet his whole life. the only 2 times we see him in a T-shirt/shirtless are when he's with Sam (i recently figured out that jack mulhern has tattoos on his arm and it's probably easier to put him in a long sleeve than cover them up, but whatever, the headcanon is still valid)

he likes Sherlock Holmes

he quotes/recognizes a number of literary references throughout the show (Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Christopher Durang, Cicero, Aeschylus, the Bible), which shows he is very knowledgeable and well-read

he has a garden

he likes losing track of time in said garden

he was really nervous when he approached sam at prom and he flinched when someone walked by

before entering the library to show sam the new words he learned in sign language, he was hesitant and almost walked out, but decided to enter anyway

somewhere there's a picture of him wearing a feather boa

he liked tap dancing

he's 6'2'' (1,87m)

he's not afraid to call his friends on their bullshit

he wore a green shirt and a funky bow with sweatpants to prom

he's very in touch with his feelings and cries easily

his voice gets higher when he's annoyed or frustrated

he cares a lot about allie

he didn't know BSL and ASL are different languages

he crosses his ankles when he sits down

he had a crush on sam before they got stuck in new ham, he just decided not to act on it because he was planning to leave the town and come out in college

i don't know how many people this post is gonna reach cause the fandom is pretty much dead and gone and buried but if you're currently obsessed with grizz & the society i hope you enjoy this <3