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fantasticworksandwheretofindthem · 7 years ago

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Once Upon a Bathroom Stall

Summary: In which Tom Holland and his best friend Harrison find [Name] and her best friend’s numbers on the wall of a secluded bar’s bathroom stall.

Notes: Inspired by “Porn Star Dancing” by My Darkest Days, particularly the line, “Got her number from the bathroom stall.”

“Why are we like this?” you giggled drunkenly to your best friend, Alaysia.

She had just downed her third shot of tequila, giggling as she shrugged. “Like what?”

“Irresponsible,” you giggled again, repeating her actions with your own shot of liquid courage.

“It’s not irresponsible,” Alaysia said, turning to you on the bar stool and leaning her head on her hand. “Neither of us have work tomorrow. We have no plans whatsoever. And it’s not like we’re gonna drive back home.”

You nodded your head. She actually made some sense, more so than she normally did when sober.

The two of you had both had a long week. You were an event planner, specialized in birthday parties ranging from the simplest one-year-old’s to the most elaborate Sweet 16. This week seemed to be the most popular week for parties as you had been swamped with planning back to back to back. You’d been staying at the office well beyond seven o’clock, and even then had taken work home some days. Tonight it felt good to just let loose and be free.

“Hey, I have a dare for you,” Alaysia said as she swished around her shot glass. “Go write your number on the bathroom wall.”

Your eyes widened. You were drunk, but you weren’t that drunk. There was no telling what kind of creep would call you up. “No way.”

“Oh, come on,” your best friend pleaded. “Hardly anybody knows about this place. Hell, the only reason I know about it is because my sister’s ex-husband is the owner.”

You looked at her warily. That was another reason you weren’t so eager to do it. While Blythe and Silas didn’t talk very often, they were still on alright terms, and you had a pretty good feeling Silas would tell Blythe if her little sister’s best friend had written her number on his bathroom wall.

“You can even put a fake name,” Alaysia added, still trying to coax you into the dare. “Come on, I’ll even do it with you.”

“Of course you would,” you said with a roll of your eyes. It was no secret that she was the bolder one of the two of you.

“Come on, pleeeasssseeee,” she dragged out. “Just live a little, ya shrimpy wimp.”

“Hey!” you exclaimed. “I am not shrimpy nor am I a wimp!”

Alaysia smirked, and her eyes danced mischievously. She had you, and you both knew it. You hated that this always worked, but there was no way you were gonna sit here and take her harmless insults. She called for one last shot and pushed it towards you. “For encouragement,” she said with a devilish smirk.

“I hate you,” you muttered before throwing the glass back. You shoved yourself off the bar stool, the alcohol still burning your throat. “Got a Sharpie, bright one?”

“Actually, I do,” Alaysia said matter-of-factly before leaning across the counter and swiping a permanent marker from the inside shelf. “Let’s go.”

You two ventured to the unisex bathroom. Alaysia wrote her number first, the name Emison Berklee above it.

“You do realize your Silas knows you’re obsessed with Pretty Little Liars and that you attended Berklee,” you pointed out to her, staring at her like she was stupid.

She shrugged. “You and I both know he’s not bright enough to put two and two together. Your turn.”

“You’re so mean,” you mumbled with a shake of your head, taking the Sharpie from her extended hand and begrudgingly writing your number below the alias Holly Varjak.

“He should’ve never tried to get in my pants, multiple times, while he was still with my sister,” she snarked, walking over to observe both of your handiwork. “Now look who’s referencing PLL.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s referencing Breakfast at Tiffany’s more than anything. Come on.” You grabbed Alaysia’s hand, dragging her out of the bar and calling an Uber.

—

“Harrison, what even is this place?” Tom asked as he and his best friend walked into the obscure-looking bar. “It’s so little.”

Harrison shrugged. “I heard about it from my cousin, said her boyfriend is a bartender here. She said it’s pretty quiet, not really anyone comes unless they know someone here. Figured you’d enjoy a night without being bombarded.”

“Well, you figured right.” Tom grinned as he took a seat on the stool. “Not very many people here.”

“See, what’d I tell you?” Harrison said, spreading his arms out in a Ta-da! gesture. “Slim chance of anyone coming up to ask you for an autograph or selfie.”

“You’ve thought of it all, haven’t you?”

A few hours and many drinks and silly dances later, Harrison stumbled out of the bathroom, giggling and hiccuping. “Dude!” he exclaimed, plopping himself down on the stool again and leaning towards Tom. “There’s two chicks’ numbers on the bathroom wall in there.”

“How do you know they’re chicks’ numbers?” asked Tom, who hadn’t had quite as many drinks as Harrison, though enough to feel a giddy and confident buzz. “‘S’a unisex bathroom, y’know.”

“They’re girl names,” Harrison explained. “Emison and Holly. Let’s ring ‘em.”

Tom chuckled and nodded his head, agreeing mainly just to amuse his best friend. Harrison pulled out his phone and went to his camera roll, showing Tom the two pictures of the numbers.

“You took pictures of them,” Tom laughed with a shake of his head.

“Well, how else was I s’pose to remember them?” Harrison retorted as if the answer were obvious. “‘S’not like I had a pen or anything.”

“Uh, Hare..” Tom pointed to the pen hanging on Harrison’s shirt.

Harrison looked down and laughed once he saw the pen. “Oh, well, I’ve got the numbers now. Here, you call Holly and I’ll call Emison.”

—

You barely remembered anything from the night before at the bar with your best friend. You knew there was a dare that occured, and Pretty Little Liars came to mind, but other than that, everything else was a blur, sort of like a really good dream you’d had, but then when you woke up, you could barely remember a thing. You were sure that if you thought about it long and hard, you’d be able to connect more things, but in all honesty, you didn’t care. You trusted that you and Alaysia and acted responsibly and hadn’t made any major mistakes. You’d even woken up in your own bed this morning with your own clothes on, which was always a good sign when drinking was involved.

You were currently snuggled up in your bed, wrapped up in a blanket cocoon. That ‘70s Show was playing on the TV; your brother Mateo had started watching it a couple weeks ago, and he had recommended it to you. He’d looked so adorable (as adorable as a 19-year-old pester could look) so you’d agreed after you’d finished The Flash, and now it was a race to whoever could finish the series first.

Donna and Eric had just got caught in their car by a cop when your phone rang. You looked down at it like it had just dishonored you, your family, and even your cow (not that you had a cow). Who in the hell would be calling you at this hour? You picked your phone up and stared even harder at the screen; who’s number was this? Very curious, you slid your thumb across the screen and pressed the phone to your ear.

“Hi, is this Holly Varjak?” asked a thick British accent that sounded intoxicated, if only slightly.

“Who is this?” you asked, feeling yourself rise to the defensive. Who was this creep, and why did he think you were Holly Varjak?

“I’m Tom Holland,” said the British accent. “My best friend found your and another girl’s number on the bathroom wall of a bar. He thought it’d be fun to call.”

You kept quiet as you thought back to last night. After a few minutes, you finally remembered what the dare had been and why Pretty Little Liars had been mentioned. Your cheeks began to heat up in embarrassment as you explained your situation. “Look, my best friend and I were there last night, and she dared me to write my number on the wall. I didn’t actually want to do it, okay, so you know, you could just forget about this whole thing, and we can both go on our merry ways.”

“A dare, huh?” the guy - Tom - chuckled on the other end. “Must’ve been a Triple Dog for you to do something that stupid.”

“Hey!” you exclaimed, starting to get angry now. “I’m sure you’ve had your fair share of stupid dares -”

You were cut off by Tom, which only angered you more. “I’m joking, don’t get your knickers in a twist. I’d actually like to meet you as you sound like you could be a fun person to be around.”

“Well, I don’t wanna meet you,” you huffed, suddenly realizing you hadn’t paused the TV this whole time. You sighed and pressed pause. “Why don’t you go back across the pond? There’s a reason America was formed, and it wasn’t for it to be invaded by the likes of you.”

Tom seemed to be getting a kick out of this. “So you mean to tell me you don’t like any of the entertaining sensations that have come over to America? One Direction, The Beatles, J.K. Rowling, the Kingsman franchise? Oh, and don’t let me forget Andrew Garfield; don’t let his American accent fool you, he only does that for the Spider-Man movies.”

“Why don’t you take you fancy little debates and shove it?” you retorted, balling up some of your blanket in your fist. “And for your information, I don’t even like Marvel that much, I’m more of a DC fan, thank you.”

Tom scoffed like he’d actually been offended. “Why don’t you give me a chance to convert you, then? There’s a Marvel Movie Night at this little coffee shop bookstore called Parchment & Procaffinators tomorrow night. May I take you?”

Great. Now this guy was invading your favorite bookstore cafe as well. How lovely. “Will it get you to leave me alone?”

“Sure,” he agreed. “I don’t have much time of my hands after tomorrow anyways, so I’ll be outta your hair after then if you’d like.”

“Good,” you huffed and ended the call, snuggling back down and returning to your show. There was something niggling at the back of your mind the rest of the night, though - why did his name sound so familiar?

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #reader insert #spiderman #spiderman: homecoming #spiderman: hoco #sm: hoco #sm: hc #tom holland imagine

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ryleighisapanda · 7 years ago

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Meeting Tom

Summary: In which Tom and Harrison find your best friend’s and your numbers on a bathroom stall.

Notes: Inspired by “Porn Star Dancing” by My Darkest Days, most particularly the line: “Found her number on a bathroom stall.”

“Why are we like this?” you giggled drunkenly to your best friend.

She had just downed her third shot of tequila, giggling as she shrugged. “Like what?”

“Irresponsible,” you giggled again, repeating your best friend’s actions with your own shot of liquid courage.

“It’s not irresponsible,” she said, turning to you on the bar stool and leaning her head on her hand. “Neither of us have work tomorrow. We have no plans whatsoever. And it’s not like we’re gonna drive back home.”

You nodded your head. Your best friend actually made some sense, more so than she normally did when sober.

The two of you had both had a long week. You were a party planner, specialized in birthday parties ranging from the simplest one-year-old’s to the most elaborate Sweet 16. This week seemed to be the most popular week for parties as you had been swamped with planning back to back to back. You’d been staying at the office well beyond seven o’clock, and even then had taken work home some days. Tonight it felt good to just let loose and be free.

“Hey, I have a dare for you,” your best friend said as she swished around her shot glass. “Go write your number on the bathroom wall.”

Your eyes widened. You were drunk, but you weren’t that drunk. There was no telling what kind of creep would call you up. “No way.”

“Oh, come on,” your best friend pleaded. “Hardly anybody knows about this place. Hell, the only reason I know about it is because my sister’s ex-husband is the owner.”

You looked at her warily. That was another reason you weren’t so eager to do it. While your best friend’s sister and her ex didn’t talk very often, they were still on alright terms, and you had a pretty good feeling he would tell her if her little sister’s best friend had written her number on his bathroom wall.

“You can even put a fake name,” your best friend added, still trying to coax you into the dare. “Come on, I’ll even do it with you.”

“Of course you would,” you said with a roll of your eyes. It was no secret that she was the bolder one of the two of you.

“Come on, pleeeasssseeee,” she dragged out. “Just live a little, ya shrimpy wimp.”

“Hey!” you exclaimed. “I am not shrimpy nor am I a wimp!”

Your best friend smirked, and her eyes danced mischievously. She had you, and you both knew it. You hated that this always worked, but there was no way you were gonna sit here and take her harmless insults. She called for one last shot and pushed it towards you. “For encouragement,” she said with a devilish smirk.

“I hate you,” you muttered before throwing the glass back. You shoved yourself off the bar stool, the alcohol still burning your throat. “Got a Sharpie, bright one?”

“Actually, I do,” your best friend said matter-of-factly before leaning across the counter and swiping a permanent marker from the inside shelf. “Let’s go.”

You two ventured to the unisex bathroom. Your best friend wrote her number first, the name Emison Berklee above it.

“You do realize your sister’s ex-husband knows you’re obsessed with Pretty Little Liars and that you attended Berklee,” you pointed out to your best friend, staring at her like she was stupid.

She shrugged. “You and I both know he’s not bright enough to put two and two together. Your turn.”

“You’re so mean,” you mumbled with a shake of your head, taking the Sharpie from her extended hand and begrudgingly writing your number below the alias Holly Varjak.

“He should’ve never tried to get in my pants, multiple times, while he was still with my sister,” your best friend snarked, walking over to observe both of your handiwork. “Now look who’s referencing PLL.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s referencing Breakfast at Tiffany’s more than anything. Come on.” You grabbed your best friend’s hand, dragging her out of the bar and calling an Uber.

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“Harrison, what even is this place?” Tom asked as he and his best friend walked into the obscure-looking bar. “It’s so little.”

“Well, you figured right.” Tom grinned as he took a seat on the stool. “Not very many people here.”

“See, what’d I tell you?” Harrison said, spreading his arms out in a Ta-da! gesture. “Slim chance of anyone coming up to ask you for an autograph or selfie.”

“You’ve thought of it all, haven’t you?”

“They’re girl names,” Harrison explained. “Emison and Holly. Let’s ring ‘em.”

Tom chuckled and nodded his head, agreeing mainly just to amuse his best friend. Harrison pulled out his phone and went to his camera roll, showing Tom the two pictures of the numbers.

“You took pictures of them,” Tom laughed with a shake of his head.

“Well, how else was I s’pose to remember them?” Harrison retorted as if the answer were obvious. “‘S’not like I had a pen or anything.”

“Uh, Hare..” Tom pointed to the pen hanging on Harrison’s shirt.

Harrison looked down and laughed once he saw the pen. “Oh, well, I’ve got the numbers now. Here, you call Holly and I’ll call Emison.”

---

You barely remembered anything from the night before at the bar with your best friend. You knew there was a dare that occured, and Pretty Little Liars came to mind, but other than that, everything else was a blur, sort of like a really good dream you’d had, but then when you woke up, you could barely remember a thing. You were sure that if you thought about it long and hard, you’d be able to connect more things, but in all honesty, you didn’t care. You trusted that you and your best friend and acted responsibly and hadn’t made any major mistakes. You’d even woken up in your own bed this morning with your own clothes on, which was always a good sign when drinking was involved.

You were currently snuggled up in your bed, wrapped up in a blanket cocoon. That ‘70s Show was playing on the TV; your brother had started watching it a couple weeks ago, and he had recommended it to you. He’d looked so adorable (as adorable as a 19-year-old pester could look) so you’d agreed after you’d finished The Flash, and now it was a race to whoever could finish the series first.

“Hi, is this Holly Varjak?” asked a thick British accent that sounded intoxicated, if only slightly.

“Who is this?” you asked, feeling yourself rise to the defensive. Who was this creep, and why did he think you were Holly Varjak?

“I’m Tom Holland,” said the British accent. “My best friend found your and another girl’s number on the bathroom wall of a bar. He thought it’d be fun to call.”

“A dare, huh?” the guy - Tom - chuckled on the other end. “Must’ve been a Triple Dog for you to do something that stupid.”

“Hey!” you exclaimed, starting to get angry now. “I’m sure you’ve had your fair share of stupid dares-”

“Why don’t you take you fancy little debates and shove it?” you retorted, balling up some of your blanket in your fist. “And for your information, I don’t even like Marve that much, I’m more of a DC fan, thank you.”

Great. Now this guy was invading your favorite bookstore cafe as well. How lovely. “Will it get you to leave me alone?”

“Sure,” he agreed. “I don’t have much time of my hands after tomorrow anyways, so I’ll be outta your hair after then if you’d like.”

#tom holland #tom x reader #tom holland x reader #reader insert #spiderman #spiderman: homecoming #spiderman: hc #sm: hc

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soul-music-is-life · 7 years ago

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Thoughts While Watching PLL “Welcome To The Dollhouse”

1) Look at Hanna learning how to work the prison to get information.

2) Emily: “We just had an accident.” Aria: “Yeah, I did. In my pants.” I fucking love these girls.

3) I legit thought “A” was gonna shoot them since they were sitting ducks…or geese…or whatever. As Hanna said, same dif.

4) Soooo, did none of them think to hold their breath or…I mean…Emily was a swimmer. She could have faked it and then waited for an opportunity to strike.

5) Toby: “Tanner wants to keep this out of the press.” Me: “Oh, I’ll bet she does.”

6) This dollhouse was so detailed. Like anal-retentive detailed.

7) All their reactions when they woke up were so them. Hanna tries the phone. Spencer breaks a window. Emily gets in a staring contest with a camera (oh, gurl, and if looks could kill!). And Aria is just like, “What the actual fuck?”

8) Hanna talking back to the automated system: “We heard you, bitch.” *snort* Me to my alarm every morning.

9) When the four girls were walking down that hallway arm in arm I started singing, “We’re off to see the wizard…”

10) I remember being so shocked and elated at the Mona reveal.

11) I also knew that she was playing along…cuz she Mona.

12) I fucking died when Emily played with Mona’s wig and dropped the hair in shock and mouthed, “it’s her hair!”

13) Welp, Ezra just punched a stud…and I don’t mean another hot dude. I mean he literally punched a stud in the wall.

14) Awww, yiiiis, Mona is back.

15) The girls realizing all the shit Mona has been through…heartbreaking.

16) Mona: “I didn’t think you were wearing that to make a fashion statement.” Aria: “Yep, she’s Mona.” I love snarky Aria.

17) Spencer’s parents care. That’s new.

18) Now Tanner is after Caleb. Look, Tanner, girl, I appreciate ya fierceness and all…but you need to step off my main man, aight?

19) Hanna being stationed at the food and beverage committee in the bunker…savage, A.

20) Listen to Mona, Spencer. She’s got a plan. She’s Mona. Duh.

21) Peter: “I don’t understand why you don’t take this to the police.” Me: “Have you not been paying attention at all?”

22) I won’t lie, I thought that Andrew was a DiLaurentis and he was Charles the first time I watched this.

23) I love it when Spemily fake fights. I think Troian and Shay really enjoy it.

24) And Spencer with that low blow about quitting the swim team, Paige, and then Maya. That was very convincing. I can imagine them planning it and Spencer being like, “That sounds too mean” and Emily just being like, “No. No. Bring it on. Make me want to cut a bitch.”

25) Peter and Veronica stepping up to be Caleb’s lawyers…my favorite parents right now.

26) Look at Caleb straight up telling Tanner how to track A. I love my main man.

27) Worst. Prom. Ever.

28) Spencer, you idiot. Why did you leave the other girls?

29) So, Tanner, how does that crow taste?

30) If they really wanted to fuck with the audience they could have had Emily and Aria get shocked by that electric fence and left them unconscious as an added bonus for the cliffhanger. I know, I’m evil.

#Pretty Little Liars #PLL spoilers #Welcome to the Dollhouse #Emily Fields #Spencer Hastings #Aria Montgomery #Toby Cavanaugh #Linda Tanner #Mona Vanderwaal #Ezra Fitz #Caleb Rivers #Veronica Hastings #Peter Hastings #Andrew Campbell #Spemily #Troian Bellisario #Shay Mitchell

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speakpirate · 7 years ago

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FIC: One Last Time (Thirteen PLL Endings)

I. Return to Camelot

Aria wakes up to sunlight streaming in through the wooded slats of Spencer’s barn. Last night’s storm must have blown itself out, which is great for their flight to Reykjavik probably being on time this afternoon, not so great for the present moment of the light making her eye sockets throb with pain. She puts a hand to her temple, flinching at the feel of her friendship bracelet brushing against her forehead.

She hears shuffling noises in the corner, manages to turn just enough to see Emily blushing furiously, as she zips up her blue Sharks hoodie and stuffs her bra into one of the pockets. Alison’s yellow tank top is crumpled in the corner, and Ali herself is pulling the t-shirt that Em was wearing last night over her head with a smile like the cat who ate a whole flock of canaries on her face.

Aria can’t be bothered to wonder about whatever they’re up to. Not when she’s groggy and her head feels like it’s been replaced with a bowling ball full of sand. And there’s no use trying to figure out Alison anyway. The Queen B is her own law, and secrets have always been her favorite currency.

Spencer moans as she gingerly stands up, then staggers over towards the hot plate to try and make coffee.

“What was in those drinks last night?” Aria asks, her voice cracking and a little hoarse. “I feel like I was drugged.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Alison breezes. “You gals just can’t hold your liquor.”

“Seriously,” Hanna groans, her face a delicate shade of green. “I feel like I got hit by car.”

“I woke up like three times,” Spencer yawns. “I thought I heard a scream.”

Emily starts coughing, her face bright red, as Alison pats her smoothly on the back.

“No one screamed,” Alison scoffs. “You were probably having that anxiety dream about your French final again.” She casts a sidelong look at Emily as she says it, batting her eyelashes and leaning towards her a little. Emily gives her a shy smile in return and scoots towards Ali just enough so that their shoulders are touching.

Aria feels a tingle of deja vu, a murky sense that she knows something, she’s just not sure what.

There’s a loud buzzing from underneath her pillow. She reaches for her clumsily for her phone. As she blurrily tries to focus on the text from her mom, it hits her in a flash. A nightmare landscape of anonymous text message and faceless stalkers and Alison missing and an underground bunker and long lost sisters and red coats and black hoodies.

“Aria, are you okay?” Spencer asks, a concerned look on her face.

“I’m fine,” Aria tells her, shaking her head to clear out the residual strands of panic and fear. “I had a really crazy dream.”

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II. Boys Will Be Boys

“You?” Hanna exclaims, stunned. “You’re dead!”

Wilden laughs as he grabs her by the hair. “Have you forgotten where you are, little girl? This is Rosewood. Guys like me don’t go easy.”

“You killed Charlotte,” Alison says, spitting in his face as he checks the ropes binding her wrists.

“She outlived her usefulness,” he says, coldly.

“Why?” Spencer asks, still pleading for answers. “Why would you do this to us?”

His face contorts into an ugly sneer. “You still haven’t figured it out? After all this time?”

He kicks Emily’s unconscious body into a hastily dug grave in the Hastings backyard, then looks at the bound and gagged Aria appraisingly. He tosses her in on top of Emily, apparently deciding she’s small enough to fit.

“Don’t keep us guessing,” Spencer says, goading him. “You want to tell us. You won’t let us die without telling us the reason.”

“The reason?” He moves closer to her, until the tip of his nose is almost touching hers. “A detective to the end.” His voice drops to a hiss. “Little Sister.”

“No,” Alison says. “No. What are you saying?”

“Oh, is it finally falling into place now?” His voice is dripping with sarcasm and contempt. “You girls don’t know everything after all! How else do you think all that evidence got planted against you? How could someone have access to every single security feed in town? A badge and a gun and a smile will get you some truly amazing things. Did you think I helped Jessica cover up all of her dirty work out of the goodness of my heart? Because I didn’t. It’s who I am. I was born to it. I’m Charles.”

“Are you crazy?” Hanna scoffs. “I mean, obviously yes - you’re cuckoo for CoCo Puffs! But Charlotte was Charles. We know that.”

“Charlotte was a patsy. We never imagined anyone would believe that ridiculous story! It had more holes than a colander made of Swiss Cheese.”

“I don’t understand,” Alison tells him. “If you’re Charles, who was she?”

“An old friend of mine. From Radley. Your father did lock me up and throw away the key. Just because I tried to kill you a few dozen times when you were a baby. But boys will be boys, right? No need to ruin my life over a squalling little girl!”

He’s so intent on his story, he never sees the shadowy figures sneaking up behind him. Melissa Hastings shoves him to the ground as Mona Vanderwaal pounces on him with a rock in hand. She bashes him over the head repeatedly, until the back of his head is smashed in, and he’s thoroughly and unquestionably dead.

Melissa is already untying Spencer and the others, as Mona hops into the freshly dug grave to haul Emily and Aria out. Once that’s done, Melissa uses the toe of her Tory Burch boots to roll him over until he flops unceremoniously to the bottom of the hole.

“I brought shovels,” Mona offers, brightly. She hands them out and everyone slowly gets to work heaving the nearby mound of dirt over him. Melissa makes a call and Jason shows up half an hour later with three large rose bushes which they use to make the whole thing look like an intentional planting project.

“It’s over,” Mona declares, brushing the dirt off her hands when they’re finished. “For good this time.”

“And since he was already supposed to be dead, no one’s going to come looking for him,” Melissa nods.

“But what about Archer?” Spencer asks, her face white and pinched. “Tanner was breathing down our necks, she has evidence -”

“Had evidence, Sweetie,” Mona responds, patting her on the elbow.

“Dad got it tossed,” Melissa explains. “And the police just discovered an extra key to Lucas Gottesman’s car at the Kahn cabin. Along with a bloody sweatshirt with Archer’s blood and Noel’s DNA all over it. And Archer’s missing credit card. Even Tanner can follow that trail. So it’s case closed.”

“What do we now?” Emily asks, still a little dazed.

“We get on with our lives,” Alison answers, a smile slowly breaking over her face. “Who’s up for a sleepover?”

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III. Double Vision

“This is it,” Spencer says, barely able to suppress her excitement. She’s sitting elbow to elbow with the others in a black van that Mona has rigged up for mobile surveillance.

“I don’t like this plan,” Emily protests. “Why can’t we just go to Tanner with what we know?”

“Because we have no proof,” Hanna says, throwing up her hands. “And she’s never going to believe that some rando is walking around town wearing Spencer’s face.”

“Shh,” Aria says, motioning for quiet. “She’s on the move.”

They watch in silence as Spencer’s doppelganger leaves the Radley and hurries to a silver SUV. It’s an identical match to Spencer’s own car.

Mona follows her from a distance, headlights off, as they head towards the Lost Woods resort. Not-Spencer gets out of her car and looks furtively over her shoulder as she steps quickly into Room 2.

Mona parks out of sight, gliding soundlessly to a stop, as they all pile out of the vehicle.

“Ready?” Alison asks.

“Ready,” Emily confirms, clutching a taser in hand.

Aria nods, unclipping a can of pepper spray from her belt.

They swarm towards the room and Mona rigs a small explosive charge to the lock. At the push of a button, it explodes with a flash.

The six of them move into the room under the cover of a cloud of smoke. There’s instant confusion as they’re attacked from all sides by what seems like a small crowd of unseen foes.

As the smoke clears, Hanna finds herself with her hands around Spencer’s throat.

“Hanna, what are you doing?” her assailant gasps. “It’s me!”

“It’s not,” Spencer shouts, from where she’s tussling with Aria. “I’m the real Spencer!”

“Wait,” another Aria protests, “Who’s that?”

“Oh my god,” Alison says, looking around in shock. “We all have twins?”

“Isn’t it great?” Charlotte asks, clapping her hands with glee. She puts a hand to her mouth and does her best Oprah impression. “You get a twin! And you get a twin! And you get a twin!”

“You’re not the real Aria,” Emily cries, pointing to the one fighting Spencer. “You have beef jerky in your pocket!”

“And this Hanna’s roots are badly done,” Mona shouts, kicking Hanna’s twin with the lesser dye job to the ground.

“Em,” one of the Alison’s says, crouching behind her girlfriend. “We need to get out of here. All this violence, it’s not good for the baby!”

“That’s not me,” the other Alison shouts as she trades blows with a possibly fake Mona.

“Emily,” the first Alison says, “you know me. You know every inch of my body.” She grabs Emily and kisses her hard. The moment they break apart, Emily tasers her, knocking her to the floor.

“She opened her mouth,” Emily says. “And I knew.”

Lights and sirens flash outside, and Detective Tanner appears in the doorway. “I have arrest warrants for all of you!” she declares triumphantly. She gasps and her eyes go wide as she takes in the sight in front of her.

“Arrest her,” the Spencer’s say simultaneously, pointing at one another.

“And her,” the Arias and Hannas and Alison’s and Emily’s and Mona’s echo, all pointing wildly around the room, from which Charlotte has already disappeared.

“No son Lindas,” a new voice says, as an identical Tanner twin emerges from the middle of the fray.

Tanner’s eyes roll back in her head and she faints dead away.

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IV. Season 60b

“I think ‘A’ stole my bifocals,” Spencer grumbles, making her way slowly over to the rocker on the porch of the Radley Nursing Home.

“They’re on your head, Hun,” Alison tells her. “But Emily got a threatening hologram about her orthopedic shoes.”

“And they took the jello off my dinner tray last night,” Hanna complains.

“Are you sure you didn’t eat the jello and then forget?” Aria asks, looking up from the orange and pink zebra print afghan she’s knitting.

“Hanna’s never wrong about jello,” Emily replies.

“I’m just saying, it’s hard to keep track,” Aria says, counting her stitches. “Most days, I can’t even remember who I’m supposed to be in a love triangle with anymore.”

“I have a plan,” Spencer declares, setting down her large print Agatha Christie novel.

“You’ve been saying that every day for the past fifty-five years,” Alison points out. “I’m not missing bingo.”

“Last time you led us on that wild goose chase through the kitchen, we knocked over all those juice carafes! I had glass in my hair for a week!” Emily shakes her head.

“And he was wearing those gloves because he’s the dishwasher,” Hanna reminds them.

“It’s going to work this time,” Spencer promises, brandishing her cane like a weapon. “We’ll stake out Emily’s locker when she goes to water aerobics. If ‘A’ makes a move to steal her shoes, we’ll be there!”

“Can we get my jello back?” Hanna asks.

“Yes!” Spencer promises eagerly.

“Then I’m in,” Hanna sighs. “I’ll ask Mona to help us.”

“Why?” Spencer huffs.

“Because she’s my friend,” Hanna replies. “And besides, she has a mobility scooter.

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V. Mr. Nice Guy

A masked figure is sipping whiskey with a gloved hand, watching several live feeds on a wall of monitors in front of him.

In the loft, Hanna is preparing for bed. Aria is up late at Fitz’s, typing on her computer. He types a few keystrokes and calls up a screen that mirrors her laptop. She’s working on revisions for the book. Boring. Spencer is at the barn, reading The Art of War. Emily and Alison are at the DiLaurentis house, cuddling in front of the television. Mona is spying on Caleb, who’s standing in a doorway across the street from the loft, trying to keep Hanna safe.

He should do something, make a move. Menace someone with a car. Erase the whole hard drive of Aria’s computer. Send a cryptic text. He yawns. Or maybe he’ll just hang out and play Minecraft.

There’s a loud bang, and the door to the lair flies off its hinges. All the Liars plus Caleb, Mona and Detective Tanner burst in.

He presses a button to set off the tear gas canisters, give him time to jump out a window during the smoke. But they don’t go off. He hits another button, one that should activate a plank of hidden spikes to fall on them from the ceiling. Nothing.

“Give it up,” Mona tells him. “We traced the signal.”

“And we hacked your feed,” Caleb adds.

“We disabled all your little party tricks,” Spencer says, leaning against the door frame.

He’s too stunned to move.

“Lucas Gottesman,” Tanner says, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. “You’re under arrest. You have the right to remain silent-”

“I don’t understand,” Hanna says, her face pale and drawn. “You were my friend.”

“I just wanted you to notice me!” he exclaims. “I didn’t want to hurt you! I thought - I thought I could make you really scared and then rescue you! But you kept rescuing yourself! So I had to keep going if I ever wanted to break myself out of the friend zone!”

“You’re insane,” Aria says, putting a protective arm around Hanna’s shoulders.

“She made me this way,” he protests, gesturing at Alison with his cuffed hands. “She made fun of me!”

Tanner gives him a shove in the small of his back. “Get going. You can tell us all about it at the station.”

“No one made you do this,” Emily says as they head for the door.

“How can you say that?” he asks, insulted. “I’m a nice guy!”

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VI. Everybody A

“It was me all along,” Jason DiLaurentis says, scowling. “I sent those text messages. I needed to make sure you weren’t going to rat me out to Dad about the NAT stuff.”

“But it was me who started following you around in a dark hoodie,” Wren Kingston declares, shoving Jason out of the way. “It was my idea to do psychological experiments on you all! Just for a bit of fun.”

“Idiots,” Melissa Hastings snarls. “I perfected it. I turned the whole thing into a game.”

“I was better than any of you,” Ezra scoffs. “I had the most cameras.”

“Actually,” Lucas mutters, “I had more. Plus I had sound.”

“I got the closest to actually killing them,” Shana Fring shrugs. “That oughta put me on the top of the pile.”

“Um, I locked them in an underground torture bunker,” Charlotte snarks. “For months.”

“But I tricked Alison into marrying me,” Archer Dunhill laughs.

“I shot Spencer,” Jenna counters. “And they shake in their fashion boots whenever they hear my cane.”

“I faked my own death to drive Spencer insane,” Toby laughs. “God, that was fun.”

“You’re all amateurs,” Mona says, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder. “Accept no substitutions. I clearly set the tone.”

Eddie Lamb pats her on the back. “You sure did, little lady. But you couldn’t have kept it up if I wasn’t smuggling you in and out of Radley.”

“And I helped with the spiritual elements of the game, considerably,” Pastor Ted admits. “God loves putting people through trials. So motivational.”

“I helped, though,” Sean adds. “I wanted to punish them for their loose ways.”

“I just like to watch,” Holden grins. “It’s nothing personal.”

A fistfight breaks out between Garrett, Lorenzo, and Holbrook over who planted more evidence, and the Liars use the argument as a distraction to cover them sneaking out of the Fitzgerald Theater through the backstage exit. Once they’re out, they double back to lock everyone else inside.

“Mona’s got it all recorded,” Hanna says with a big smile.

Alison rolls her eyes as she dials 911.

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VII. Everybody Gay

“Everybody get down!” Emily shouts, as a round of gunfire shatters the front window of the Brew.

“Whoever this is, they aren’t messing around,” Hanna mutters as a Moltov cocktail skitters across the floor in their direction.

Aria kicks it away and leads them on quick retreat to barricade themselves in Ezra’s office.

There’s the sound of an explosion from outside and smoke starts to waft under the door.

Spencer picks up the landline on the desk. “The phone line’s been cut.”

Alison clutches Emily’s hand as Mona calmly rolls up her suit jacket and shoves uses it to seal the door.

There are heavy footsteps approaching. They’re almost here.

Just then, the bookcase behind the desk swings forward, revealing a secret passage.

“Come on,” Paige McCullers, hisses. “Through here!”

They hurry into the passageway as Paige locks the entrance behind them. She shepherds them down a flight of stairs and into an underground electrical tunnel where Talia Sandoval is waiting with a fleet of ATVs.

“What is this?” Alison asks, suspiciously.

“Are you serious?” Paige asks incredulously. “It’s the Queer Women’s Underground Escape Network. This town is brutal when it comes to burying its gays.”

“I’m not complaining,” Aria says, climbing on the back of Spencer’s ATV. “But I’m actually not-”

“Please,” Alison scoffs. “Like we haven’t been watching you make moony eyes at Spencer since we were all in tenth grade?”

“What about you?” Emily whispers to Hanna.

“What?” Hanna replies, indignantly. “You think Mona and I never -”

“Shush,” Mona cuts her off. “A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.”

Talia leads them on a wild ride for at least twenty miles of tunnel. They emerge by climbing up through a manhole in the back of the Radley parking lot.

Samara signals to them from behind a tree, and the run through the woods after her until they get to a large clearing with a small plane running and at the ready.

Alison hops into the cockpit and the others strap themselves in. They follow the flight plan, landing in an abandoned industrial park on the outskirts of Atlanta.

Sabrina tosses them the keys to her car. There’s a map in the glove compartment with a rendezvous point marked for a dock off the south coast of Florida.

They get there at dawn, to find Maya St. Germain lolling on the deck of a sailboat. “Well, well,” she says, batting her eyelashes in Emily’s direction. “Look who finally turned up.”

She welcomes them aboard, then casts off the line, setting a course for a small island off the coast of Cuba.

“This really isn’t so bad,” Spencer grins, lounging on the deck and running a hand slowly down Aria’s side. Emily and Alison are holding hands and sitting in adjoining deck chairs. Hanna and Mona aren’t in sight, but judging by the noises coming from below deck, they certainly seem to be enjoying themselves.

The island appears on the horizon, a lush paradise of waterfalls and beaches. Alison squints at the shore, trying to make out the face of the two women waiting on shore to greet them.

It’s Charlotte DiLaurentis, waving happily with the hand that isn’t resting on Melissa Hastings hip.

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VIII. Nobody

Aria kicks the masked figure off the balcony. He falls like a sack of bricks, but lands on top of Spencer and Hanna. Spencer tases him, as Hanna claws at his face.

Mona flings herself on top of the pile, hitting him in the back of the head with a weaponized heel spike. Hanna takes advantage of the distraction and manages to pin his wrists long enough for Spencer to slap a pair of Marco’s handcuffs on him.

Alison hauls him to his feet as Emily covers him with her dad’s gun.

Hanna smacks him across the face, hard enough to knock the hood down. Mona reaches over and pulls down the bandana covering the bottom half of his face.

Ben Coogan spits in her eye.

”You?” Alison says, coldly. “You’re nobody!”

Emily’s face is a mask of shock and confusion. “Why?” she says, with genuine pain in her voice. “Why would you do this?”

“You think I didn’t know?” he says, bitterly. “All those times you bailed on our plans at the last second, because Alison needed something? You were supposed to be my girlfriend! Mine!”

“So find a new girlfriend!” Hanna suggests. “Don’t spend seven years on some weird homophobic vendetta against all of us!”

“You’re all just as bad,” Ben announces, sounding unhinged. “You lead guys on, you break their hearts for fun! You don’t care about anyone but each other!”

“Can you believe it?” Spencer deadpans. “When we could have had our pick of predatory Rosewood men?”

“Wait,” Aria says, having just made it down the stairs. “It’s Ben? But - he’s nobody! I haven’t even thought about him in years!”

“I’ve thought about you,” he says, darkly. “All of you. The way Hastings always blew the curve in Trig. The time I changed a flat tire for you, Aria. And you didn’t even let me get to first base.”

“Because you were dating my best friend,” Aria replies, sounding disgusted.

“Who was sneaking off to the Kissing Rock with her perverted little girlfriend.”

“Give it a rest,” Hanna tells him. “I can’t believe we spent all that time being scared of a stupid little boy who’s obviously spent way too much time on Reddit.”

The sound of sirens approaching is getting louder. The police will be arriving any moment now.

“You’re a bunch of emasculating bitches!”

Alison shrugs. “At least we’re not mushy squash.”

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IX. Sometimes the Villain Wins

Emily still cries when she thinks about it. Two days after the blow up, after they caught Aria red handed and black hoodied in the woods, she walked up the stairs to Ezra’s apartment to find the whole place empty. Cleaned out. Blank walls. Like no one had ever been there.

They were gone. Ella said maybe to Italy. Aria called her from the airport to say they were eloping.

They’d all been so angry. Emily could still feel the white hot rage that tore through her at the thought of Aria throwing blood on their beautiful white crib. Of her wrecking the mobile Emily’s dad had made when she was a baby.

But the anger wasn’t permanent.

Something else would happen. Some new crisis would rear up. They’d all have to work together and be friends again.

But the only thing that happened was Aria and Ezra being gone.

The game stopped.

The batteries ran out and it triggered a self-destruct that singed Mona’s eyebrows, left a black scorch mark on the ceiling of her apartment.

The case against them for Archer Dunhill’s disappearance went away. Mary Drake set a fire in the evidence room on her way out of town, and Peter Hastings dug up some dirt on Tanner. Emily never finds out what it was, but it was enough to convince her to declare Sara Harvey the likely perpetrator. Case closed.

For the first year, they’re all waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It never does.

A is gone.

And so is Aria.

“It was him,” Spencer declares. “It was him all along.”

This is the thought that twists Emily’s stomach into knots at night. If they’d told someone, anyone. If Ezra had been led away in handcuffs for sleeping with an underage student. If that could have prevented everything else that came after. If Aria would have been standing there with the rest of them in the delivery room when Joy was born. If. If. If.

“It was him,” Spencer says, every time they see her. She says it over coffee. Over drinks. When they’re out running early in the morning. It’s burned into consciousness, a mantra of self-reproach.

They all feel it, more or less, even if Spencer is the only one who can’t shut up about it.

They should have known. They knew Cece was working for him. They knew he had cameras everywhere once. That he kept files on everyone. That he didn’t think laws applied to him.

“It was him,” Spencer says, over Thanksgiving dinner.

“Unless it wasn’t,” Hanna says, bitingly. She’s been drinking straight vodka since noon, has drowned all the fucks she has left to give.

Everyone at the table freezes at her words.

“It wasn’t her,” Alison says firmly, putting a restraining hand on Spencer’s arm.

“I’m just saying,” Hanna says, waving her arms emphatically. “We obviously didn’t know either of them as well as we thought.”

“She was our friend,” Emily insists, quietly.

“Well they’re gone and we’re here and one way or another it’s over!” Hanna says, her words slurring a little. “Believe whatever you want! That she didn’t know! That she didn’t choose him! Maybe they’re both innocent little lambs and the day they scampered off, a piano just happened to drop out of the sky on the real A’s head! But I’m done, Spencer! I’m done talking about it and theorizing about it and tearing myself to pieces over it!”

“It was him,” Spencer repeats, coldly. She walks out of the room and out of the house and out of Hanna’s life for good.

She tells Emily the first time she hires a private investigator. She doesn’t mention hiring the second or the third or the eighteenth.

Alison tries to discourage her from recruiting Mona to blue snarf Ezra’s brother. It’s a dead end. They’re not in touch with him either.

Spencer refuses to believe it.

She gets arrested breaking into Wesley’s apartment, spends a week in jail before Peter can grease enough palms to smooth the whole thing over. A month later she gets caught trying to infiltrate the offices of the Fitzgerald Foundation with a stolen security badge.

Mike gets married. Byron gets sick. Ella’s face is thin and haunted.

Aria never comes back. Never even calls.

Spencer hires a forensic accountant. She goes undercover at the publishing house to find out where the book royalties go. The answer is nowhere. They build up in an unused account in the Cayman Islands. Spencer flies down there, tries to pay Caleb to hack the bank’s mainframe. He calls Veronica. Veronica sends Spencer to rehab, hoping the fourth time will be the charm.

When she gets out, she’s wild eyed. She believes Charlotte is alive. She wants to go back down to the Doll House and search for clues they might have missed.

“She might be his prisoner,” Spencer says, her voice breaking. “She might be dead. He could still be playing the game with her! Torturing her! She might be married to him and never know!”

They read about Hanna’s third marriage in the tabloids. She’s divorced from both Caleb and Lucas, and Emily caught her stumbling out of a room at the Radley with Mona the last time they were supposed to meet for brunch.

Emily watches Alison tucking in the girls at night and feels grateful that all the drama, all the pain, somehow led them here. This house. This family. This steady love.

One day, she’s standing on the bed, balancing with one foot on the window sill as she tries to hang a new curtain rod. The sunlight streams in with the curtains temporarily down, glinting off something small and metallic, embedded in the fancy scrollwork above the antique dresser mirror.

She stands perfectly still, tries not to look directly at it. Continues with her curtain project and pats the duvet until the bed looks smooth and undisturbed. She calls Ali, who calls in Mona, who traces the satellite feed to a remote cottage in the south of Iceland.

It’s the best lead they’ve had in ten years.

They take Hanna’s plane.

Spencer is vibrating with nervous energy as they hike across a lava field with a compass.

There’s no one there when they reach the darkened house. It’s dusty and abandoned, but with a bank of screens still running a video feed. The DiLaurentis Fields bedroom. Spencer’s barn. Hanna’s penthouse. Mona’s townhouse. The Radley.

Spencer finds a newspaper wadded up in the fireplace that’s only six months old.

She turns to Emily, her eyes bright and shining with tears.

He’s still out there.

Maybe she is, too.

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X. What Lies Beneath

Mona is dressed in a fashionable white lab coat, studying a vial of clear liquid. Leslie Stone adjusts her glasses and uses an eyedropper to draw a sample, which she drips carefully onto a litmus strip.

She studies the results carefully before turning to Mona.

“Oh my god,” Leslie mutters. “Does this mean what I think it means?”

“The Carissimi Group,” Mona observes. “They’ve been contaminating Rosewood’s water supply for years! Hallucinogens! Poppers! Bath Salts! The entire ‘A’ game is nothing but a mass hallucination!”

“But these other compounds,” Leslie says, putting some of the water onto a slide and studying it closely under the microscope. “ I’ve never even seen before. This chemical cocktail, over time, in conjunction with the mind altering serotonergics - this has the be the root cause.”

Spencer bursts into the room, flanked by Hanna, Emily, Alison, and Aria. She yanks a clipboard out of Mona’s hands and quickly scans the results.

“It’s a toxic stew,” she declares. “Phosphorus. Astatine. Rhenium. Argon. Carbon. Hydrogen. Ytterbium.”

“Speak English,” Hanna requests. “Not Chemikawhatsit.”

“Altogether, these trace elements would bond into a poisonous mucky goo,” Mona explains.

“So this is it?” Emily asks. “This is the reason for everything that’s happened to us?”

“It tracks,” Spencer declares, as she begins feverishly writing out the chemical formula on a whiteboard.

P At Re Ar C H Y

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XI. Sharked

“We need to figure out who AD is,” Spencer says, spreading a diagram of the Radley on the countertop.

“It’s me,” Sara Harvey exclaims, as she bangs a gloved fist against the window. “Haven’t you learned anything? I’m behind everything in this town!”

“Did you hear something?” Emily asks.

“I don’t know what happened,” Hanna mutters. “I got so bored for a second, my eyes just glazed over.”

“I know,” Alison yawns. “But we have to solve this somehow.”

Sara storms into the house. “It’s me,” she shouts. “I’m AD! I wanted to show you all! That I’m still relevant!”

Her reveal is met by the sound of group snoring. At the sound of her voice, all the Liars have fallen asleep.

“Fine,” she snarls. “That’s just fine!”

She stomps off towards the bathroom to leave a menacing mirror message. As soon as she’s done with her shower.

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XII. Normal Again

Alison is writing her name on the chalkboard.

Mrs. Rollins.

Her friends burst into the room. “It’s too late! He’s here!”

Spencer grabs Alison roughly by the shoulder and propels her out into the school hallway.

“Go!” she shouts at them. “Get her out. I’ll hold him off!”

She sees Aria’s leopard print heels careening around the corner, sees Emily grab Alison’s hand as they hurry after her. Hanna alone stops and looks back at her for a long moment before she, too, breaks into a run.

Spencer hears their footsteps echoing as they sprint at full speed towards the exit to the faculty lot. She turns to face the hooded figure moving towards her.

“Spencer!” a familiar voice calls, sounding muzzy and distant. “Spencer!”

In a white padded room at Radley Sanitarium, Spencer tears the sleeve of her hospital gown as she knocks over a metal tray of pills.

“It’s you,” she yells, frantically. “You’re A!”

“You’re safe,” Wren Kingston promises in his most patient voice. “There’s no more A.”

“I need to warn the others!” Spencer shouts. She holds her empty hands in midair and makes typing motions with her thumbs. She looks around the room, her eyes wild. “Why won’t they answer? They never answer!”

“They can’t answer,” he says, gently. “You know they can’t. Some part of you knows it. Think, Spencer. You remember. There was a fire. Thornhill Lodge burnt to the ground.” He taps the wedding ring on his finger. “Melissa barely managed to pull you out in time.”

He looks at the white burn marks that cover most of Spencer’s right arm. Thinks unwillingly of the lighter Melissa found clutched in her hand. They disposed of it, of course. Peter Hastings discreetly bribed the fire marshall for a verdict of faulty wiring.

“No,” Spencer whispers as she rocks back and forth in her chair. “No. No. No.”

Wren shakes his head and makes a notation on her chart. Every day, the same note.

Six years of the same six words.

Diganosis: Persistent dissociative state. Condition unchanged.

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XIII. Blow Us All Away

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Mona asks. “Because once it’s done, there’s no going back.”

Spencer looks around at her friends. “Anyone not feeling sure?” She smiles a ghost of her old smile, a sad echo from the time before.

“I’m all in,” Hanna says, raising her hand. “What about the rest of you?”

The other girls raise their hands, a look of grim determination on each of their faces.

“This is it,” Alison says. “This is how it ends.”

Mona types a code into a device she’s attached to the base of the cell tower they’re standing under. Below them, the town of Rosewood is silent and still. An electromagnetic pulse is loosed over the town, triangulated with two other towers where Caleb and Melissa are stationed.

“That’s enough to wipe out any hard drive, flash drive, cell phone, or security camera down there,” Mona announces. “The servers at the police station will be fried. The power grid is sparking.”

Any final traces of evidence about their involvement with Rollins are erased. Dust motes in the cybernetic universe. The stand together quietly, watching for the next signal.

Finally a red flare streaks across the sky, launched from Melissa’s position.

“She’s made contact with my mom,” Spencer says, relieved. “Get ready for Phase II.”

Twenty minutes later, the Pennsylvania National Guard rolls into town and starts evacuating residents per the governor’s order. With the Rosewood section of the power grid failing, no emergency services available, and rumors of a gas leak beneath the Radley - they waste no time in getting the populace out. They move house to house, knocking on doors and shuffling people into emergency buses to shuttle them to a temporary Red Cross shelter over in Ravenswood.

They watch everyone being hustled out of town with a fascinated detachment, like watching the tunnels of an ant farm.

“It’s going to be a new beginning,” Alison says firmly, seeing Emily staring out at the room of her old house.

Five hours later, the troops declare the evacuation complete and roll out, erecting road blocks around the perimeter. A flare shoots up from Caleb’s location.

“Phase Three, Motherfuckers,” Hanna says with a smirk.

The whir of a drone cuts through the darkness. It lowers itself towards the ground, hovering at waist height. Aria pulls out a package of fireworks and fastens them to the underside of the machine.

“I love you guys,” Spencer says, as they light the fuses together.

They don’t waste any time once the drone is airborne. They pile quickly into Spencer’s SUV and tear off at top speed towards the Philadelphia airport.

They see the fireball flash reflected in the rearview mirror, feel the ground shake under their wheels as the town explodes.

It’s all behind them now. The bodies. The blackmail. Sometimes the only way to win the game is to blow the entire board off the face of the earth. Leave nothing behind but a crater where the underground bunker used to be.

Jason has the Carissimi jet fueled up and waiting for them. Emily and Alison want to get married in Paris. Start fresh in a place that smells like baking bread and champagne. They’ll stay there for a few months, maybe a few years. Mona already has a space picked out for Hanna’s design studio. Aria will write a few novels. Spencer’s planning to rendezvous with Melissa in London, then head to Morocco to track down Mary Drake.

It’s time to look forward, now. Not back.

Ash from the blast rains down on their windshield.

Spencer meets Alison’s eyes in the mirror as she flips on the wipers, turns the radio up.

The "Welcome to Rosewood" sign is blackened and charred from the heat of the blast, but the red paint is still wet, still faintly visible.

The final words stenciled carefully by A's gloved hand.

Goodbye, Bitches!

There's a metallic clang as Spencer runs it over.

The ash drifts down and covers the final 'A' message.

The Liars tail lights fade into the distance.

Notes:

I can't believe it's almost over.

(Also, I do know how to correctly spell PATRIARCHY, but there's no periodic element Ri.)

#emison #pll fic #pll endgame #who is uber a #pretty little liars

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fandoms-aesthetics-nerdom · 7 years ago

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Pll Theory A.D/Uber A/Main A is Bethany who is also Spencer's twin and she's the Black Widow. The Hastings only got Spencer and Bethany was put into adoption. Bethany was jealous of Spencer for having a real family so she tried to kill her and they sent her to Radley. Jessica became part of the Radley committee because of Charles and Alison would go sometimes with her, Ali didn't met Charlotte but she met Bethany and she would make fun of her for having a twin and being locked up. Charlotte was the one that truly killed Marion and Bethany saw it, that's why Mrs Dilaurentis would give her gifts. Somehow Bethany and Wren are related, (maybe just close friends or related by her adoptive family) but they both started a plan to terrorize her and they created A, they also enlisted Mona and Lucas to be part of their team. (Mona never met the A leaders tho) Meanwhile,Charlotte got out of Radley and became really close with Alison. One night, Bethany escaped from Radley and she wanted to see her twin sister but first she wanted to tell Toby the truth about her mother's death, that night was when Alison got Jenna blind but thay wasn't just it, that also burned half of Bethany's face. She thought that Ali and Spencer both made it on purpose so she started hating them and their friends even more. Wren investigated and he found out that Charlotte was Bethany's sister, and by this point Ali had dome some bad things to her too so she joined the A team. Bethany and Wren planned on killing Alison but Charlotte started feeling remorseful so she decided to dress like Alison "That Night" and tricked Bethany to follow her, she was planning on killing her but she accidentally killed Alison, Wren saw this. Meanwhile Spencer woke up, the Liars did too and they followed who they thought was Alison but it was Bethany and the 4 of them combined killed her(They were drugged and all they had in their minds as all the awful things she had done to them) Later Wren saw a hand reaching out and since he knew it couldn't be Alison, he thought it was Bethany,he saved her and together they tricked Mona into killing another blonde and they faked Bethany's death, they thought Ali was dead and they decided to escape somewhere far but Bethany still felt unsatisfied, she wanted revenge on Spencer and her friends, so they decide decided to continue their A game. All of this continued until Charlotte felt remorseful again after the Dollhouse and she told Bethany and Wren that she was the one that tried to kill her. They felt so angry that they decided to end the A game and they made Charlotte take the whole blame. 6 years later when they found out that Charlotte was going to be released, they weren't happy so they decided to send a message to Mona pretending to be Charlotte and they told her that the reason she killed Bethany(the other blonde in the grave) was because she tricked her and that the A team was always tricking her because she was a loser. Wren and Bethany set up Charlotte and Mona's meeting at the church, Mona was so angry that she killed her. This was all a plan from Bethany and Charles from their next step into their plan: drive the Liars crazy by trying to find out who the killer was when A.D knew that all along, but the real target of the A team wasn't for the Liars to find out Charlotte's killer, it was for them to realize that they had been Bethany's killers, and the ENDGAME plan is Bethany and Wren reveal themselves and their whole story and kill the Liars to get their revenge once and for all. 'Drops the mic' (I mean hopefully it's this, I have so many other theories and I know this one is messed up but at this point the whole show is messed up anyways so....but I've seen the show since the beginning so maybe I have some clue as to the A.D reveal) -Marlene if you see this and im right or at least close please give me a reward or something, I've watched the show since the beginning and the A boardgame used on set as a reward of getting the story right would be nice 😉😉😉😂😂😂 -Bryan Alexander Nuñez Arambula.

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obrienersparadise · 7 years ago

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PLL Timeline

idk if you know this but I’m a chronological nutcase so here it goes:

(ALL DESCRIPTIONS OF FLASHBACKS ARE FROM http://prettylittleliars-recaps.tumblr.com/ AND http://xjennax13.tumblr.com/ I JUST PUT THEM IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER COMBINING THE TWO)

For those of you who have never been able to find a reliable source with EVERY SINGLE flashback. Your search is over. I’m going to release gifs and/or videos of them all so you can have a complete composite of them. Anyways, I was able to order everything based on sequence of events. I also looked for clues in the dialogue. And to calculate certain things, like what time of the year between freshman and sophomore, I looked at clothing selections. Also, I could tell of timing based on their location. For example, whether or not it was closer to sophomore year and ali’s disappearance is noticeable through the changing of the leaves in the background.

(Just a P.S. I didn’t add Charles’ Flashback scenes from 6X10 because even Marleene said that it’s the person’s interpretation and a lot of the flashbacks of CeCe didn’t add up so I’m assuming her story was mostly fake due to her unstableness.)

Another P.P.S - these are only events that are told through flashbacks on the show NOT a timeline of events of everything that happened.

Anything italicized was a summary that I wrote myself because it was not included in either blogs.

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO:

-However the story did happen, it’s clear that Charles almost drowned Allison (now, whether or not it was an accident, we are still unsure)

-Alison is playing Silent Night on the piano, she’s about 6 years old. She hits a key and there’s no sound. She lifts the top and finds two Christmas presents hidden underneath. She opens them and finds two identical yellow dresses. Why are there two? Jessica comes in and Alison says “daddy will think it’s funny when I tell him.” Then Jessica starts to coach her. “You didn’t see two dresses Alison, you saw one dress. There was only one present, say it with me now…” Alison repeats the lie over and over with her mother, and a liar is born.

-FLASHBACK: It is sometime in 2007, before Marion died. We see Alison & Toby in his room at his parent’s house. He is looking rather young. “I know you wanna kiss me.” says Ali. He leans in for the kiss, but his mother Marion comes in before it happens. “You’re home already?” She seems pretty out of it and confused. Toby tells Alison that he thinks something is wrong with her. It’s 4 pm and she just woke up. Ali reacts like her forever-bitchy self & just walks out.

-Then the whole pushing off the roof situation happens with Bethany and Charles and Marion. You can go by the flashback, but to be clear they were not kids when this happened. As Marleen says, flashbacks go by the person’s interpretation and because Cece was not in her right mind, it is possible that she just viewed herself as a kid. The reason why I say this, is because the timelines would not add up if Cece really was 12/13 at the time due to information from the flashback episode ‘The First Secret’’, where Toby says his mom died about a year ago (and the liars were in 9th grade at the time). Also, it is unsure if it really was Bethany that pushed Marion. It is quite possible that it was Charlotte and she was lying about the whole “Bethany blamed me” thing.

-flashback: Ali and old chubby Hannah were together at the Mensa and Ali encouraged Hannah to ask out Sean, whom she liked, for Noel Kahn’s party. Sean answered yes, just because Ali adds that she’s going.

- Flashback: Ali and the girls are at a frat party, to which they can get inside with fake IDs that Ali gives them. They see Ian, and Aria asks Spencer if he isn’t her sister’s new boyfriend. Ian is taking a drunk girl upstairs. Ali teases the girls and goes her own way.

- Flashback: the girls are at the frat party, around the pool table. Hannah makes Emily notice that a boy was looking at her, when everyone’s attention is caught by a girl who falls down the entire staircase. The four girls go near the girl and everybody is nervous and talking about calling 911. Emily looks up and sees Ian upstairs. Spencer says they should leave right away.-Flashback: the girl who fell from the stairs is being put into the ambulance, while our four girls are watching and Ian is on the porch of the frat house. Ali arrives and asks what happened, as if she didn’t know anything. The girls want to leave not to be questioned, but Ali says that if they just run away like babies they’ll definitely be questioned. She goes talking to a policeman. The others are freaking out, but she tells the cop that she and her friends have had a few more drinks than necessary and don’t want to get behind the wheels. She asks if they can bring them back to Rosewood and the cop accepts. When she goes to take the girls she tells them “the bolder the move, the lesser the questions”. Before hopping into the car, Ali looks back at Ian, who looks at her. Spencer notices.

-flashback with Ali: the two of them were together in Spencer’s room and Ali comments on why do women think they can change a guy. They hear Spencer’s parents fighting and Ali asks what’s going on. Spencer says they’re just discussing about Jason who gave Melissa a ride home from Philly and they got caught making out in a car. Ali gets excited and wants to listen, while spencer thinks her dad is freaking out about nothing: Melissa is obsessed with Ian and doesn’t even like Jason. They hear Veronica Hastings telling Peter he’s overreacting, then Ali answers Spencer saying Melissa would better not like Jason, because it would be a match prohibited by the gods.

-Allison begins tormenting mona (as seen in 5x17 flashback)

-FLASHBACK: Emily is in the French classroom after school, Freshman year. Alison is going through her book of blank postcards talking about how she’d love to travel to all of these places with Emily. They both touch the Eiffel Tower postcard at the same time and sparks fly. (Emily later puts these postcards into Ali’s casket, and “A” uses it to send her a threat.)

THE FIRST SECRET

-After the party they arrived at Ali’s house talking about Ian and Melissa, when they notice that someone trashed Ali’s porch. Ali was scared. In a pumpkin there was a note, fixed on the pumpkin by a knife. Asked by the girls, Ali said that the note was from Jason’s buddies, but she looked scared. Spencer and Aria wanted to leave. Ali apologized for the prank and asked them to let her make it up to them.

- Flashback: Ali and Aria are walking down the street eating frozen yogurt, when Mona, who at the time was not popular and was mistreated by Ali, starts calling them. Aria would stop, but Ali ignores her. As they turn around the corner, they see Aria’s dad, Byron, kissing a blonde girl in a car.

-FLASHBACK: Aria relives the moment after catching her father cheating. Ali tries to convince Aria to tell her mother about it “before somebody else does.” (A tells Ella about Byron cheating RIGHT before Aria can.)

-flashback: at a party at someone’s home, a girl is sitting on Noel’s lap, but suddenly she gets upset and tells him they’re over. She leaves, he asks her why, but when she looks at Ali, Spencer, Hannah, Emily and Aria (especially at Ali) he seems to understand. He tells Ali “Happy now?”. The girls ask Ali what happened and, while it’s clear that Ali broke him and his girlfriend up, she, as usual tries to hold the others responsible as well. She says “WE broke them up. Aren’t you still crushing on him, Aria?”. Spencer asks “What did WE do?”, ironically, meaning that they didn’t do anything. Ali asks hem bitterly why they protest, when she did it for Aria. She adds “I only kill when I need food. Or when I’m bored”.

-Flashback: Aria and Ali enter in Byron’s office as Ali is asking her friend if she wants to save her parents’ marriage. Ali provokes Aria by saying that Byron is still probably having an affair, despite having told Aria it’s over. Then she takes out an earring, saying she found it on Byron’s couch. Aria starts looking for the other and finds her, with Ali smiling amused. Ali provokes Aria, suggesting Aria to make her father break up with Meredith by vandalizing his office and making it appear like she did it. So they did.

- -FLASHBACK: It is summer 2009. Jason overhears Jessica & Alison talking about her being bullied A. Jessica is telling her to stand up for herself, then she asks if it’s Spencer behind it. “You fight fire with fire. Smoke her out!” - Jessica

FLASHBACK: It is sometime in 2009 (not sure if it is before or after Sept 1). Alison stops by Hector’s and is mad at him because she wants her cut from the modeling she did for the Joan of Arc mask. She seems really desperate for the money. He gives her some of it, then she asks him the fastest way to Route 30. (where Lost Woods & Hallow Acres landing strip is located) When she left his studio he watched her get into the passenger seat of a black sedan. He didn’t see who was driving.

-flashback: at a hairdresser, the hairdresser guy is talking to a brunette called Vivian, telling her her hair is fierce. Hannah arrives and sits in the seat nearby. She realizes the brunette next to her is Ali. It’s Hannah’s first time there, while Ali seems to be well known. She says she wants to try something new. She adds she’s pretending to be somebody else, because she’s bored. She says she does it a lot and asks Hannah if she isn’t sick and tired to be herself. Then she takes her wig off.

-Remembers something. Aria, Spencer and Hannah are with Alison in one of their rooms, trying on new clothes. Spencer is trying on a pink top and Aria compliments her, showing Ali how pretty it looks on Spencer. Ali asks Spencer to give it to her, even if she’s not happy about her. Hannah notices Ali has a big bruise on Ali’s shoulder and asks how she got it. Ali says she fell down in soccer and Pigskin kicked her. Aria asks who’s Pigskin and Ali says she’s just a freak in her class. She says she’s psychotic and she calls her Pigskin because she has bumps on her thighs. Aria asks who’s that person and Ali says it doesn’t matter, because once she’s done with that bitch she won’t even exist. The girls are kind of shocked.

-Remembers: Ali and Cece were waiting for something in Cece’s coupé. Ali tells Cece she snuck into Emily’s bedroom and stole some of her stationary, which she used to write Pigskin a steamy note. She wrote that she was dating a really hot guy, but having some hot fantasies about her and needed to know if she felt the same. Emily is clueless. Paige arrives with her bike and, looking embarrassed, puts a note under a commercial sign. Ali gets out of the car and goes directly to Paige. Paige is shocked, but Ali says she was the one who wrote it, and threatens to use it. Paige tries to get it back, but Ali tells her she owns her now. Paige looks furious, but Ali leaves and asks Cece to drive away.

-flashback: Spencer and Ali were together in Spencer’s room, probably, with a girls night ahead of them. Spencer suggests films they could watch, but Ali says she doesn’t care. Spencer notices she has a cute ankle bracelet and tells her it’s pretty. She asks Ali who gave it to her. Ali says “no one special”, and Spencer asks if it was another boy, and Ali says it was just a friend.

Flashback again: Ali tells Spencer she’s going out, but Spencer gets upset. Ali says her friend knows a guy who can get them fake IDs. She will get them and come back. Spencer protests, saying that this is so typical, that every time they make plans, as soon as something better come up, she totally ditches her. Ali tells her she’s just making sure they have the best summer ever. She puts on lipstick and says she has to go, as her friend is waiting for her. Spencer asks what friend and Ali replies she doesn’t know her.

FLASHBACK: Summer 2009. Ali is telling Emily to break up with Ben. She offers to break up with him for her, and says that she’s done that for lots of people before. She once had a friend who was with this “really scary dude”. She couldn’t break up with him herself, so Ali stepped in. “But the bitch didn’t tell me he had a gun… which he pulled on me. You don’t know him, he doesn’t go to our school… anymore.” says Ali. The theory is now that CeCe was dating Wilden behind Jason’s back, and he is the scary dude that Ali was talking about. So they think CeCe killed Wilden.

-flashback of the four of them with Ali, while relaxing along the river and chatting about the people who was there. Alison talks about dying young in a mysterious way, to stay immortal in people’s memory. She says “It’s immortality, my darlings”.

-flashback: the five of them are still chilling next to the river, when they notice Jenna (who could still see) and Ali calls her a jerk (still while chatting to her friends). They talk about Toby and Ali insults him. Spencer questions Ali’s mean behavior with a joke, and Ali tells her “don’t ruin a perfect day, Spencer”

-flashback, still of the same day at the river. Ali notices that the girl Noel Kahn’s with had a boob job. She asks Aria if she’d do something like that to get Noel’s attention. Ali says she likes older guys.

-flashback of the five of them near the river. At some point Lucas arrived there, with a little boat that was supposed to navigate in the river. Alison teased him cruelly, like always, about his boat, and at some point Hannah spontaneously intervened, saying “Ehi!”. Ali jumped right away with a “Ehi what?”, intimidating Hannah.

-flashback at the river. Ali talked to Emily about a legend of lovers going to a certain spot between the river and the rocks o make love, and asks her who does she want to take there. Emily doesn’t answer.

-FLASHBACK: It is summer 2009. Jessica & Alison are out to lunch. It’s the day she tried on the yellow top (that Jessica later buys for her). Ali begs her mom to let Emily, Aria, Hanna & Spencer come down to the Cape May house after Jessica & her husband Kenneth leave. Jessica says no, that she isn’t leaving 5 teenagers alone in Cape May. Ali clenches her mouth shut and stops breathing. She holds her breath and stares Jessica down. She holds it so long that Jessica finally gives in and says “Okay. One night.” Geez this girl got everything she wanted. (It is later revealed that Ali never invited the girls down to Cape May that summer. Jessica found beer bottles scattered around the house and figured Ali was hanging with an older crowd, probably a boy. Beach Hottie?)

FLASHBACK: Annie’s Crab Shack in Cape May Summer 2009. CeCe is out drinking with friends. She looks up and sees Ali behind a tree, looking upset and crying. She came there to tell CeCe that her period is two weeks late. She asks CeCe what to do and says she can’t tell the guy about it because “if he finds out, he’s gonna kill me.” So Ali thought she was pregnant before she went missing, but we later find out it was just a scare and she wasn’t pregnant.

FLASHBACK: Alison is playing the piano and Jessica storms in screaming. She just got a call from Radley saying that Alison was there, and that they think she may be a danger to herself. So Jessica flew there as fast as she could, but who she saw was not who she was expecting. Instead of Ali, it was CeCe Drake dressed head to toe in Ali’s clothes! “Is that what the two of you do when you’re not braiding each other’s hair? Figure out ways to scare the hell out of me?!” yells Jessica… “I can’t believe that crazy bitch actually did it.” says Ali …. “Well you enjoy it, because this is the last game the two of you are going to play together. Even the doctor I spoke to agreed that this friendship is toxic.” says Jessica. (The doctor she met with was Dr. Palmer).

-Flashback. Ali trying on some pretty clothes and the girls watching. Ali first makes a joke at Emily, asking if she looks hot, then hurts Hannah about her bodyweight, then says that those dresses are just like the girls: all one of a kind and all hers. The girls force smiles.

-Hanna later tells the girls that this story is about her and Aria’s brother Mike. Alison had caught them in the act & Hanna tore out the page because she was scared Aria would be mad at her.

-FLASHBACK:she was sitting in her kitchen, with a finished pie in front of her. The bell rang and Hannah felt guilty. Just when she was throwing the remaining of the cake away, Ali entered the kitchen. Ali understood and told her “I understand”, and hugging her and consoling her, “poor Hannah. You don’t have to feel this way. I can show you how to get rid of it.”.

-flashback: she was playing field hockey and Ian was helping her, but suddenly started kissing her. They kissed passionately for a while, but when Ian left Ali arrived and saw them. She blamed Spencer bitterly, saying that that was gross, cause Ian was her sister’s BF and he was old. Spencer asks her not to tell anything.

-flashback: the girls were at Ali’s home and Jason was going after his sister to tell her to stop messing with his stuff. He was very animated. Jason tells Ali to stop messing with people, and Ali refers to his stoner buddies. The girls laugh, Jason is mad but goes inside the house and Ali keeps making fun of him. Aria asks what’s wrong with Jason, and Ali replies he thinks she stole something, which she did. The girls ask her if she isn’t afraid he’s going to rip away her room, but Ali says it wouldn’t do him any good. She has hiding places all over the house and when she hides something it stays hidden, until she wants it found.

-flashback: Hannah, Spencer and Ali were with Hannah’s grandma in her kitchen. Regina talked about her sons and suddenly Ali asks her if she would disown on of them, if they did something really wrong, like selling a family heirloom to buy drugs. Regina replies that in that case she would and asks Ali if she was writing a story. Ali says yes.

-Flashback. Spencer and Emily were having a sleepover at Spencer’s and talking about the party that Jason Dilaurentis is throwing next door, since his parents are out of town. Ali arrives and asks if she can crash at Spencer, since there’s no way she’s sleeping in her house. Spencer asks Ali if Jason’s friends are bothering her and Ali replies Jason doesn’t have friends, just idiots that sue him to get wasted together. Emily asks if she was the only girl and Ali says “of course”. Ali says she could call her grandma to have Jason written out of her will. Spencer tells Ali she’s welcome to stay there. Ali picks up an apple and goes to wash it in the sink. She looks at herself in the window, trying not to cry, but still sniffing. Spencer asks her if she’s ok, and Ali puts on a brave face and replies something about the apple.

-flashback: Spencer is showing that same hockey stick to Ali, saying that it’s just an old one which was Melissa’s and now she uses sometimes. Aria was there too. Ali is trying to practice and Spencer shows her how to use it. Aria asks Ali why is she so interested in field hockey and Ali says she’s not, but she’s considering her options. Aria asks if she’s interested in someone who’s interested in hockey, but Spencer says boys don’t play field hockey and Ali replies with a bitter joke.

-flashback: after the scene Spencer remembered Jason arrived and called Ali, saying that their mum wanted her. He takes the hockey stick in his hands and when Ali asks it back he mimics the gesture of hitting her. Then he gives it back to her and Ali tries to hit him, but he stops her, saying “Too bad, you’re not gonna get a second chance, Ali”.

FLASHBACK: Spencer remembers singing this song in church with Ali and watching Mona across the way. Ali is making fun of Mona. She takes out her diary.“Let me see.” says Spencer … “Nope not til after.” says Ali … “Til after what?” asks Spencer … “Til after I’m dead.” responds Ali. Alison proceeds to tell Spencer that she is writing these diaries for Spencer, because she’s going to “need them when you carry on after I’m gone.“ says Alison.

-FLASHBACK: It is the summer that Ali went missing. The girls are trying on clothes & Ali says she saw Toby spying on them all from outside Emily’s window. This is what she says her reason is for why she does The Jenna Thing.

-Flashback, about the Jenna thing: just after Ali threw the stick bomb and they heard the scream, they saw Toby bringing Jenna out of the garage in his arms. The girls left.

-flashback: Ali threatens Toby to reveal that she saw him sexually imposing himself on Jenna, if he doesn’t take the blame for the fire.

-flashback: just after the other flashback of the Jenna thing, when the firemen are there for the fire in the Cavanaughs’ garage, Ali is speaking with Toby. Spencer goes towards Ali to have some explanations. Ali is threatening Toby and then she leaves, taking Spencer with her. She’s upset because she had told Spencer that she was taking care of the problem. The other girls are worried and in particular Hannah is wondering about telling the truth to the police, when Ali threatens her and offends her about her weight. Aria stops Ali and defends Hannah. Ali says she’s sorry. Spencer notices that the police was taking away Toby.

FLASHBACK: Ali arrives at the corrections facility and meets with Toby. “It’s time to quit the pen pal routine… this needs to stop.” says Ali. “I didn’t write these [notes]. Why are you so convinced that it’s me? Pretty sure Jenna would love to see your head on a stick.” Toby replies. “Jenna would be pretty happy to see anything, I imagine. You know, I wasn’t the only one outside that garage. Why aren’t you harassing my friends?” asks Ali. “You know what, I wish I knew who wrote the notes. I’d offer my services. You and your posse deserve a lot worse.” says Toby. “I bet you wish you’d kissed me when you had the chance.” says Ali.

-flashback: the four girls are with Ali at the bar and Ali gives them a bracelet with their names on. Ali slightly flirts with Emily.

-flashback of the two of them in the library. Ali was flirting a little with her. It’s after the Jenna thing, because they talk about it. Ali pushes back the guilt, while Emily is worried and hopes that Jenna gets back to see. Then Ali reads a part of the book to Emily, who looks at her lovingly. Then Emily kisses Ali on the lips.

-flashback of her and Ali in the changing rooms. Ali has just taken a shower and takes of her towel. She asks Emily for help to put on her bra. Emily kisses her on the neck, which makes Ali upset. She says she likes boys, that kiss in the library didn’t mean anything to her and if she kisses her is just to practice for the real thing.

FLASHBACK: Ali had been sleeping over Spencer’s house. Veronica went downstairs to get a drink. The back door opens and Ali comes in. She said she had to go out. Her mouth is bleeding. She begs Veronica not to tell her parents because it would “make it worse”. Alison starts crying in her arms, then in true Ali fashion she says “I’m fine.” with a smirk, and walks off.

-The whole flashback with Board Shorts and Ali flirting

- Flashback: At Spencer’s house, Ali, Hannah and Spencer. Melissa arrives with her boyfriend, Ian. Ali threatens to tell Melissa that Spencer kissed Ian. She says she’s helping Spencer dong the right thing, by forcing her to be honest with her sister. Spencer absolutely doesn’t want to and tells Ali that if he says anything to Melissa, she’ll tell everybody about the Jenna thing.

- A few nights before Ali went missing, Veronica is outside at night crying and picking up clothes that have been tossed out the window. They have all been cut and slashed by scissors. Alison cuts through the backyard and talks to Veronica. “Why is she acting like this??” asks Veronica … “I don’t know, but if I ask her myself, she might turn on me.” says Alison .. Alison walks away and sees Spencer next to the barn looking pretty crazy & strung out on amphetamines.

Flashback: Ali is in Byron Montgomery’s office, looking outside. She just asked him for more money. He says he won’t give it to her, because Meredith is out of her life and it’s in the past. Alison points out that it did happen, though. She asks him what would happen if a student called the dean and told him that Meredith was flipping out because one of her professor had an affair with her and left her. She then threatens to call Ella, and in fact she digits the number. Byron stops her, by taking her wrist with his strength. Alison says maybe she’ll do it when she’s alone. Byron starts freaking out and says he can’t give her that kind of money without Ella noticing. Alison replies he can take some time figuring it out, since she’s going to visit her nana. She says she’ll be back Labor Day weekend, asking if that works for him. In Byron’s eyes there’s terror. Alison leaves.

FOR ANYTHING PERTAINING TO “THAT NIGHT” GO TO: http://xjennax13.tumblr.com/post/125059375844/pll-pre-show-timeline

-FLASHBACK: Hanna remembers when she first started hanging out with Mona. It was 2 months after Ali disappeared and she was at Lucky Leon’s binge eating again. Mona helped her and they bonded over fashion.

-FLASHBACK: Hanna remembers when she lost all the weight and Mona was helping her get dressed. She told her to wear Alison’s dress.

-FLASHBACK: Hanna remembers when her and Mona started the 10th grade with their makeovers and became the Queen Bee’s. This is what makes her realize that Mona was just basically replacing Alison with Hanna.

I crossed out the area above because there is no way they started 10th grade after ali had already been missing for 2 months. She disappeared Sept 1. so unless the liars started school VERY late, it was most likely after a school break. (Possibly over Christmas Vacay)

-Hanna and Mona Discuss Hanna’s intelligence (Flashback in 5x14)

-FLASHBACK: Alison brought Cyrus to the basement and introduced her to the other runaways as her friends. She remembers waking up in the middle of the night and seeing Cyrus running off with all of her stuff. She tries to get her bag back from him but they struggle. He pulls his knife, then slashes her thigh.

I’m putting the above and below there because if Allison really WAS there during the Ouija board incident, she most likely came back to get medical help (after being stabbed) from someone like Noel or Shauna because she couldn’t go to an actual hospital. And those were the two people Allison said she trusted (she has bad taste in people). It was most likely then that she stayed completely distant from all outsiders and stayed holed up moving as infrequently as possible.

-flashback: it was a dark and rainy evening, and Hannah is with Mona inside her house. Mona wants to play with the spirit-contacting thing, saying it works. She convinces Hannah and starts “calling the spirits”. After a while, Mona wants to ask if Alison is coming back. Hannah is nervous and doesn’t want to. Mona convinces her though, and asks the spirits if they know what happened to Alison Dilaurentis. Mona then moves the arrow indicator to form the word “alive”. Hannah, shocked, looked outside of the window and for a moment she saw Ali.

-Mona is explaining Hannah a code to talk about secrets in front of other people. It consists in saying sentences in which the first letter of every word is a letter of the real message. Hannah is not in the mood, but Mona says it may help take her mind off of things. Suddenly Mr Dilaurentis arrives and, with Jason trying to stop him, goes to talk to Hannah. He shouts, asking if she knows what her stupid prank did to his wife. He tells her to stay away from his family. Jason takes him away and they leave.

-Hanna and Mona spend the holidays together (Flashback in 5x13)

-Hanna and Mona have a sleepover together where they discuss if Allison were to hypothetically return (Flashback 5x18)

{A lot of shit happens in PLL}

-FLASHBACK: It shortly before Thanksgiving & Mona is on the phone with Lesli. She is drawing blood out of her arm and storing it in a mini fridge in her room. She has been doing this for a long time because there are at least 100 vials in there filled to the brim with her blood (which made it pretty damn easy for Big A to stage her murder). Mike shows up to surprise her and catches her in the act. He asks her “Is that your blood?” and she tells him everything. Mona says, “Yes. And soon it’s going to be smeared all over this house. I found a way to keep your sister and her friends safe. Alison DiLaurentis is going to look responsible for killing me… A wants to see her locked up… A came up with this plan and it’s brilliant! I have to commit to this 100%. Once I find out who A is, I’ll come back… Then your sister and her friends are safe, Alison gets out of jail, and I’m everyone’s hero!”

-Ali is at the park during thanksgiving (flashback in 5x24)

{MORE SHIT HAPPENS IN PLL *GASP*}

Soooooooooo.... yeah. I need a life.

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teamendgame-blog · 8 years ago

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BURNING questions after 7x11

So Friends,

Kate here <3

Gavin and I re-watched the first episode of 7B last night, hit the theories boards and discussed our findings out at dinner (to, I’m sure, the delight of our surrounding patrons… part of me hopes they think we were talking about real people and therefore lead very mysterious and exciting lives!)

Intriguing other diners aside, here are my burning questions:

- If Mary Drake was locked away in Radley for all those years, how and why was she casually chillin in a restaurant (presumably alone) when Peter Hastings walked in, assumed she was Jessica and had his way with her? I mean, she HAD to be in there alone, right? If she was with a nurse from Radley they would have been all “No no, Peter, put your dick away, this here is Jessica’s crazy twin”. Was she vintage Radley’s Mona - skilled at sneaking out and then back in? OR is this another lie and Ron-Ron (my name for Veronica Hastings) stupidly believed that Mary Drake and Peter bumped into each other in a restaurant and, again presumably, had a quickie in the bathroom? Oh, well they were both married (since he thought she was Jessica and Jessica was married to Kenny D) so I guess the bathroom quickie part makes sense… Still - this seems suspicious to me to say the least! HOW AND WHY WAS SHE IN THERE ALONE!?

- WHERE IS MELISSA!? What does she know!? How has this NEVER come up between her and Spencer?! I know she would have been young but I was 4 when my brother was born and I remember the whole lead-up to a new baby joining the family… Melissa is smart and she’s old enough to get married and knocked up when Spencer is a junior in High School (season 1)… I’m not sure they ever give an exact age difference, but if I’m not mistaken she’s out of college when she bring Wren home in season 1… so she’s around 5 years older than Spencer. She would remember a rando baby showing up one day, wouldn’t she?! How did the Hastings explain this to her?! “Ohh heyyy Melissa, this is your new baby sister, Spencer. Yeah, we KNOW Mommy didn’t look pregnant but one day a baby just fell out!” Now I want to re-watch all of Spencer and Melissa’s interactions and see if there are any hints or clues that Melissa knows Spencer isn’t Ron-Ron’s kid…

- This is not a question I have following 7x11 but its a question I have after searching for theories post 7x11 re-watch: WHY IN HANNA’S DREAM WHILE BEING HELD CAPTIVE BY AD DOES “DREAM SPENCER” NOT HAVE BANGS!?!? There is a LOT of “Spencer has a twin” theories floating around and I seriously called bullshit on each and every facet…. until this whole bangs business came up. High School Spencer had no bangs. Post-time-jump Spencer has bangs. These are facts. While I wrote this off as a hair-and-makeup decision (since all the PLLs have come out of the time-jump looking different – especially Ali and her air of soccer-mom) (oh wait, Emily is still dressed in as much sporting wear as possible to remind us she’s Rosewood’s #1 lesbian), a theory I read on the wiki-board yesterday uses Spencer’s lack of forehead warmers as evidence suggesting she may indeed have a twin. Let’s fondly remember the scene… My fav chica Hanna got poached by AD when the whole Scooby Gang tried to outsmart him/her, offering up Hanna as “Charlotte’s killer”. AD fakes them all out by leading them to the bell tower where that freakily realistic Hanna-dummy is hanging (they realize its a mask, if you remember). Then we see Hanna held in a shack, practically naked, being tortured with water and cattle prods (BREAK MY LITTLE HEART!) While being tortured, Hanna has (what we believe is) a dream or hallucination of Spencer being in the shack with her. This Spencer is, let’s face it, rather weird… which did lead me to believe it was a dream anyway. Spencer also gives Hanna that little mental boost that helps her escape and later on, Hanna relays this to Spencer. What I failed to see (cause apparently my observation powers aren’t as keen as I would like!) is that this “dream” Spencer DOES NOT HAVE BANGS. Nothing on this show is accidental… and its not like Troian woke up one day and was all “Oops, my bangs grew out” and the hair people were all “Well, its cool, let your forehead be free!” This is clearly deliberate. Yes, yes I KNOW this could just symbolize Hanna recalling the Spencer that taught her all she knows - High School, bangs-less Spencer - BUT IF THAT IS THE CASE HOW DID DREAM SPENCER AND HANNA DISCUSS AD WHEN THOSE INITIALS WERE ONLY FIRST USED AFTER HANNA WAS POACHED!?!? This is making me crazy…

- Who can we completely and totally rule out?! Wellllll, let’s think. Yes, AD could be a main character and have minions but I believe whoever poached Jenna at the end of the last episode and dragged her into a van and threw off their mask is the actual and total AD so if THAT is the case, who can we rule out? (That’s a better place to start, in my opinion, than ruling people in). We can rule out the main PLLs as they were all there and accounted for and then all at the hospital immediately following the Spencer shooting. We can rule out Mary Drake as she was rocking Spencer and revealing the shock that she is Spencer’s mother (a revelation that, I want to point out, caused Gavin to jump off the couch, scream, whip off his shirt and go running and screaming around my house…) Jenna was dragged off while this was happening so we know its not any of them. Its not Noel (heh) since that’s a death you can’t recover from. We know its not Ostinato (how I refer to Ezra) since we saw him on tv in the jungle hugging his presumed-dead-girlfriend. We know its not Jenna. Its unlikely to be Caleb or Mona as they were at the Radley, being duped by irrelevant-until-one-needs-a-Jenna-lookalike (or seeing-eye-dog) Sydney. There is always the possibility that was not as simultaneous as we are lead to believe, so I’m not putting them in the DEFINITELY NOT column but its unlikely. Chime in if I’m forgetting to rule someone definitely out…. (I’m only ruling out peeps who are officially dead and for whose whereabouts we can confirm at the time Jenna was carted off and shoved in a van by someone in a mask…)

-What was, in fact, Noel and Jenna’s issue? What did the PLL’s “know”? None of us know too much…. They aren’t AD so what was their issue or motive? They know ABOUT AD since at the end of the last episode Jenna blindly feels around at that rubber mask and says “You’re AD”. And now, its over a week later and Jenna is still being held captive (anyone else get MAJOR doll house vibes from the way she drank her tea in a panic? In a pretty china cup, no less?) But she had that SHIT EATING GRIN on her fucking face when reading the Braille and whispering “endgame”… after someone in scrubs and medical gloves took her tea and handed her that binder… WHY would someone want to keep Jenna captive for over a week? And then share secrets with her? I mean, clearly she hates the PLLs and we now know she was friends with Charlotte and knew about Archer Dunhill/Rollins… who is ALSO a British “doctor” (Wren! Wren! Wrennnnnnn!) Could Noel and Jenna have been minion-ing for AD without knowing who they are? Like a nouveau Red Coat situation?

- WHO IS THIS MONSTER!?!!!?!?!?!!

Someone other than the millions of PLL voices in my head please chime in and throw some addition perspectives our way!

Kisses, -K

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