#and melissa ofc

[halucynator]

What's your favourite scary movie?

YOU DID NOT.

(i will be so embarrassed if you didn't do that because of scream and that was just coincidental istg)

Unironically, my favourite movie is scream 6. I've watched many horror movies in my life (i stayed up last night and night before to binge scream 2, 3 and 4.) including the babysitter (both as if the first one wasn't traumatising enough) so i can safely say that in my honest (and correct ofccc jkjk) opinion that scream 6 is the best one so far.

I really liked scream 5 but it was too gruesome for me which ik ik that's the purpose but like scream 5 was WAY MORE gory to me than scream 6 which might be a very subjective opinion

This is one of those other things that I can go on a rant about but I'll spare you the lecture (but if you wantttttt, I suppose I could clear my very non existent schedule 😏)

Anyways, what's your favourite scary movie?

[stingrachelmha]

Boyfriend collection

[mishy-mashy]

Just got two guesses about BNHA 425

1) This person is probably the new AFO.

It's mentioned that while big fights are recorded, it's the aftermath that isn't, with a lot of trouble happening there. AFO rose up during those uncertain gaps of time, and right now, the story is going through another period of unease and attempted repair.

Soon after they mention this is how AFO came to be, we see this guy. Maybe it's to do with the idea "A story can't be a story without a villain" or something.

A story about heroes has no big bad villain now. Maybe it's to fill in. Or to continue the trend: a villain will rise up during the period of strife and attempted restoration.

2) This is Endeavor looking at Touya in a hospital room.

I've seen some people talk about how Touya has to be alive, because he was on a stretcher.

When someone is in critical condition, and their situation is extremely delicate, it's possible that patient can be put into an isolated, sterilized room to keep out the germs. Visitors can only view them from beyond a glass wall.

Ex. Yuuki in SAO

A patient with fragile health, that can't move or live without a machine, and is being kept in a sterilized room to prevent infection. Visitors can only view beyond glass.

I know this is me using SAO as a reference, but it's the first image that came to mind about this. Even if she's using some advanced technology to have some semblance of normal consciousness, MHA is advanced enough because of Quirks to still have big machines and ways to help people with Quirk accidents. (Basically, don't defunct this cuz I referenced SAO, but also)

Elemental Quirks are rather common, imo.

Anyway— it looks similar to what's being shaded out.

"The Todoroki family faces..." literally insinuates it's a family issue.

Endeavor said he wasn't going to take his eyes off of Touya. He said he would look straight at him. And if that's Touya in a hospital bed, Endeavor is keeping his promise.

We've also seen with AFO and All Might, and Kurogiri and Present Mic + Aizawa, when villains are in captivity and can only be viewed beyond a pane of glass.

Touya is both someone in need of medical care, and a villain.

[chemzee]

So uh. MelDan ammirite? This (kinda) blew up on Insta and other socmed I use so ig I'mma upload this here too lol

It started as a crackship (and it's still is, I kinda like to jokingly them imagine them pretending to like each other but actually wanting to skin each other alive, a little ooc for both of them, but it's mostly just for fun) but rn I'm exploring the potential ""relationship"" through a more angsty lense.

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[futurelabs]

fashion grandmas are here 👛💄💋

[bisexualvampires]

yesterday was so damn fun 🥲💜 nothing like watching spn and pointing out their gayass choices with melissa. and 11am cinema trips and christmas hot chocolates and hellish crowds

[insomniac-djmm]

Aghhhh- Melissa Schemmenti be fineeeeeee

-Totally not a lesbian

"Totally not a lesbian"?

I know who this is. Don't lie to my face. /silly

📸

Got you!! <3 Now we all know you like girls!

Alr, lmao, see you, anon XD

[p0rkbun]

more melissa plus lyn hernandez cuz she looked kinda buff there,,,,,,,

[softshuji]

Oh.

[lizmitches]

okay since you all asked

cold open: the teachers sit around and discuss their valentine’s day plans. jacob and zach are going to a show. barbara’s husband is taking her to dinner. janine and gregory are dancing around the fact that their plans don’t involve each other. ava has four dates back to back because she wants to get into meal prepping but doesn’t want to invest in tupperware.

later, when janine needs advice about a student, she goes to melissa’s classroom only to find her scrolling through a dating app while her kids are at recess. confused, janine asks her about gary, and melissa semi-nonchalantly says they just couldn’t make things work. her phone buzzes again and she looks down, smiling at the screen. janine narrows her eyes.

“are you…? are you talking to someone?”

“pfft, no. please. who do you think i am? ava?” melissa asks, rolling her eyes. janine catches a glimpse of her screen.

“oh, really? then who’s kim?”

—cut to commercial break—

[percentstardust]

sam after ending an entire bloodline:

[let-me-love-you-loki]

Days Gone--Ch. 6

Chapter 6

           Reid watched the second hand tick as the gears in his mind ground against one another. He suddenly felt overwhelmed with the crippling sense of helplessness. His dark eyes skipped over Lyssa’s face each time his gaze circled the evidence boards.

           “Damn it,” he swore under his breath. “What am I missing?”

***

           “We have to be missing something, Hotch,” JJ said as she glanced over at Reid. “There’s some piece of the profile that’s off.”

           “It’s not wrong,” Hotch replied, crossing his arms over his chest. “But there has to be something that we’ve missed. Or overlooked.”

           Morgan drew out his cellphone and pressed speed dial. It rang twice before it connected.

           “Garcia. Go for your girl.”

           “Tell me you have something, baby girl,” Morgan sighed. He rubbed his forehead with his fingertips. “Anything come up in your search?”

           He heard the deep intake of breath. For the first time since Lyssa’s picture showed up on the evidence board, he started to have some hope. “So,” Garcia began, “I did a deep dive into everything I could find about the financials of the bookstore and our four victims. Now, we know that the bookstore is the only thing they have in common. But! It actually isn’t. A deeper spelunking showed that all four of them are or have previously used the same bank. It didn’t show up before because two of them recently switched banks and practically scrubbed their old accounts—which by the way is like super weird because the average person doesn’t do that. It takes someone crazy good to do that. And, you know, it’s insanely expensive.”

    ��      “That’s it?” Morgan felt his sense of hope slipping away. “C’mon, Garcia. You gotta give me more than that.”

           “Hold your horses, handsome,” she teased. “When I was able to compare the remaining open accounts, something fuzzy showed up. In the days leading up to their disappearance, both of them made some fishy withdrawals of exactly $223. Now, you can’t get that specific amount from an ATM. You have to go inside. So, I figure a teller would notice if a woman came into the bank twice a day for a week to do a cash withdrawal that specific.”

           “That’s good, baby girl. Give me the account information and the teller names as soon as you can.”

           Garcia chuckled. “Already on the way, sweet cheeks. And the bank is waiting for you.”

***

           Prentiss stepped into the air-conditioned lobby of the bank, tucking her sunglasses into the collar of her shirt. It was surprisingly hot and humid for the mountains of North Carolina. She flashed her ID to the security guard, who nodded and slipped away to the manager’s office.

           While she waited, Prentiss looked around. Her eyes landed on the tellers. Cameras watched each of them from over their shoulders. Still more cameras recorded the front doors and the entrance to the vault. It was entirely likely—or actually certain—that Garcia had already pulled the security footage. With or without permission from the bank.

           “Agent Prentiss?”

           “Yes,” she said, holding out her hand toward the woman who’d just appeared. The bank manager was a striking figure with pale blonde hair and dark black eyes. “Thank you for taking the time to speak with me.”

           “Of course,” the manager said calmly. “Let’s go to my office.”

           Prentiss followed the manager across the lobby and into a glass fronted office. She sank into an uncomfortable chair as the manager swept around and settled in behind the desk. A nameplate identified her as Veronica Addams.

           The moment Ms. Addams took her place across the desk, Prentiss spoke up. “I believe Agent Garcia told you why I’m here.”

           “She said it had something to do with some unusual activity in a few of our accounts. I’m surprised the FBI personally came down to deal with something like this.”

           “It’s actually a bit more than that, Ms. Addams. The accounts in question belong to three murder victims and a missing woman.” She watched the bank manager as she explained the reasons for her visit. “Two of them made a series of unusual cash withdrawals in the weeks leading up to their disappearance. Two others had accounts with this bank that were closed and almost completely digitally erased.”

           The manager’s brow furrowed as she leaned forward. “That’s unlikely. We keep complete digital records of all of our accounts, even those that are closed.”

           “Still. I’d like to speak with your tellers. To see if they can provide any additional information.”

           “Feel free, Agent Prentiss. But hundreds of people come in every day. I can’t guarantee that they’ll even know these women.” Addams kept her voice low, as if she feared someone might hear through the glass. “People here are just account numbers. Not names and faces.”

           For a moment, Prentiss wanted to reach across the table and slap the woman in disgust.

***

           “Okay, kid,” Morgan said as he stepped up beside Reid, who was still staring at the evidence board. “Garcia found something in the victims’ financials.”

           Reid turned toward him with a scowl that Morgan had never seen before. “Don’t call her a victim. Lyssa isn’t a victim.”

           There was a rage boiling through Reid’s veins. Beneath all of it was an overwhelming sense of helplessness and loss. His mind skidded to a halt; the blood poured from his brain straight to his toes. Reid stumbled. Slipped. Linoleum rushed up toward him.

           He caught himself on the edge of a nearby desk. His head swam as he sank down into the chair. Morgan watched him carefully. The color slowly came back to Reid’s face. Still, he scooted a trash can into place between the younger man’s knees.

***

           An alarm blared on the screen behind Garcia. She whipped around, fingers going to the keyboard with practiced ease. She reached out with her left hand for a pen and pad.

           “Oh,” she gasped. “Oh. Oh no. No, no, no, no.”

           Garcia’s heart galloped in her chest. Her stomach twisted into a tight knot. She dialed the phone with shaking fingers.

           “What is it, baby girl?” Morgan’s eyes raked over Reid in worry.

           “Derek, they’ve found another body.”

           Morgan’s brow furrowed as he looked around. “What?” His voice dropped into a whisper. “There’s nothing coming through here. How do you already know that?”

           Garcia’s fingers trembled harder. “Because it’s not there! It’s on the Blue Ridge Parkway across the state line in Tennessee.”

           “Don’t tell me…” He turned and walked away from Reid. His eyes squeezed shut. He thought he was going to be sick. “How do they know it’s connected?”

           “I set up an alert with the parameters of the M.O. for this unsub. Anything that even resembled the previous bodies would come through.” Garcia took a deep breath. “There’s no ID on the body yet.”

           Morgan stalked across the room toward where Rossi and Hotch sat at the conference table, files spread out in front of them as they discussed the case. He sat his phone on the table between them. “Garcia, you’re on speaker. I’m with Hotch and Rossi. Tell them exactly what you just told me.”

           The moment Garcia finished explaining what she’d found, Rossi stood up. “Send me the details right now. I’m on my way.”

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[gosminhas]

revisiting pll after years since its been finished bc it was my favorite tv show as a pre teen and i thought it'd be fun but zamnnn the amount of groomers is crazy marlene was flipping a coin every time a new guy was introduced to decide whether he'd be a predator or not

[smentarzysko]

does anyone else find it fuckin weird that theyre only really present in season 2. i pulled it from the imdb page so it could be inaccurate (and i admit that i watched season 1 on 1.5 speed because i was so hooked and wanted to know what happens next immediately LMAO i plan to rewatch it very carefully when s02 ends) but overall i think i wouldve noticed melissa’s stupid idiot pink snapback? did the forest entity create more girls for fun?

not to mention Her.......... girl who tf are u TT___TT

im wondering if its some vague production problems creating a continuity error or is it deliberate choice on the creative team’s part. probably the former but the latter would be soooo interesting i hope it comes up at some point. i think it could also be chalked up to trauma and suppressing the memory of the wilderness but still. weird

[lingeringscars]

rip nick armstrong u were so regrettably my type

[lightshcwer]

as he took in melissa in all of her splendor, liam had to remind himself to breathe. it felt so bizarre to see her now, in the flesh. like he had forgotten she'd been real this whole time. "i'd like to say i'm surprised, but you did let me in on those plans pretty early", he tried to keep things light, hoped it would soothe his nerves. when she spoke next, liam's heart fluttered. "it's really good to see you too, mel..." she mustn't have meant it in the same way he did, but it didn't matter. what mattered is that she was here. his lips curled into a soft smile. "i don't know, maybe you're too good for pancakes now. more of a crepes in paris kind of girl, no?" he tried to hide how flustered her last comment made him by standing up straighter, but his inability to now make eye contact was very telling. "don't patronize me, hollywood", he joked, trying to brush it off.

melissa was back in town for her grandparents' golden wedding anniversary party. the whole town was invited, so she knew that, sooner or later, she'd see liam. she did not expect to see him and actually feel something in her chest—a feeling she wasn't very comfortable with, as if her heart would explode. "i guess my dreams were too big to fit in this town," she replied. "it's really good to see you." her voice was low, almost like a whisper, as if she were telling him a secret. "hollywood hasn't changed everything about me. midnight ihop with you is still one of my favorite things." that was true.