#ok these have been in my drafts forever they're not that great but whatever!!!!!

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PLL 2x01 Review - As Per Anon Request (this has been in my drafts for forever)

I have never before seen so many people in this damn town.

Emily's constantly-trying-to-cry lookin ass.

I love how none of them are acting like Spencer was nearly murdered.

Like, her brother-in-law nearly killed her and she can just have a sleepover? Her parents don't want her with them? Melissa is in the hospital. Like, that family is going through a trauma. WHAT?

"A is not Jenna." "Are you sure?" "A sees everything, Hanna." Spencer's tired delivery is hilarious because she's basically just being like she is BLIND, Hanna.

Emily making sense. "We should tell someone about her, him, it. What's the worse that can happen?" Because really. One of you was hit by the car and the other was nearly murdered by her brother-in-law.

We have SO much to lose. I mean do you, Aria?? HANNA WAS HIT BY A CAR AND SPENCER WAS NEARLY STRANGLED.

I asked for the parents and the parents are just there like idk, maybe Ian tried to kill you, maybe he didn't, but you know the optics are pretty bad so go to a grief counsellor. LOL OK.

It's just sending me that they're looking their kids in the face being like I mean, who knows if Ian tried to kill you.

"There's a REASON why you haven't heard from Ian. It's because he's dead." "Dead men don't just get up and walk away." "We TOLD you someone moved him!" "Who would do that? And why?" Spencer's mom's delivery is hilarious because she's like, listen to yourselves, which fine, but really, why isn't Ian around then, parental figures?

Who is Jason.

Christmas is back!

He wasn't even expelled? He was just suspended? How long was this suspension?

LOL. Mona is terrible but she is a real one, she is a ride or die friend. And Hanna is an awful friend to her.

The camera cutting to the girl gossiping about Hanna walking away so we can see her in the skinny jeans when Mona says look at her bony ass in those jeans is actually diabolical.

Ezra and his psycho killer eyes.

Asking a sixteen year old girl "are we over" at your big age is insane.

Does Toby not have a phone? Text him.

"WHERE IS HE?" Bro, he's dead.

Emily's additions to conversations are 85-90% unnecessary.

LOL they are MINORS, their faces wouldn't be on the front page paper.

Also how are they only seeing the paper now? It's the end of the day.

Also they really need to stop making them say A's messages in unison, besides it being corny af, they never get it quite in unison.

It would be more of a reveal if they didn't show Caleb getting out of the car with Luke. But whatever.

Hanna and Caleb are Forwood-coded.

You're not allowed to look at me like that. And this is the face

But I get it though because I see him trying to do The Stare. It's just ... they don't actually have chemistry and they're not great actors so it's this.

There should be so much more tension and charge here. But alas.

STILL BETTER THAN TSITP.

See... "I love you." "I believe you. But you should probably go." *picks up his bag* that's too easy. That's basically like, "shit, alright. Let me pack up." If you're not going to have her be the one to walk away, which is how a lot of these things go

then have her at least repeat it or have her turn around, but picking up the bag immediately after is unintentionally funny.

I don't know. If my friend's ex gave me a letter to give to them I'd give it to them or at least tell them I had it, but I always found the outrage in scenes like this to be overblown.

It's hilarious how no one on this show acts like they've suffered a trauma. Melissa, you were in a car accident. Spencer, you were nearly killed. So were you Hanna. The only person who complains is fucking Aria.

Topless Ezra is funny to me. Because he's obviously not out of shape, his body is fine, I'm just saying when we got topless Stefan, it was this

and I just hate too much about Ezra and Ezria that this

is just might as well keep a shirt on.

THEY ARE SO BORING.

You. Look. Like. You. Are. Going. To. KILL. her.

You think we should tell the therapist? *conspiracy voice* But guys, what if A is the therapist??

I don't even know what a conspiracy voice is but that was my voice when I said that.

Ian's alive! Or maybe A who has supernatural powers heard you say Taylor and so said Taylor.

Un.serious. Show.

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An aromantic Percy Jackson drabble

💚🤍🖤 HAPPY AGGRESSIVELY AROSPEC WEEK Y'ALL 💚🤍🖤 I was really hoping I'd come up with a whole fic centered on aroness, but in the end I couldn't think of anything. I love what y'all are doing with this week though and I really wanted to participate SOOO I'm just going to post this aro!Percy & bi!Annabeth drabble that I've had in my drafts forever. It was originally written as the first chapter of a pipabeth fic (hence the Annabeth pov) that never got finished, and it's a little rough around the edges but I've hung onto it because they're my comfort characters and I love them to death.

[For context, this is an au where they're regular mortals who have been best friends for years.]

Like any typical Thursday night in her senior year of high school, Annabeth was curled up on the beat-up bean bag chair in the corner of Percy’s bedroom, with calculus homework resting in her lap. Percy was on the carpet with his back against his bed, fully engrossed in his Nintendo 3DS.

That night, she couldn’t keep a hold of her focus, so instead of hunching over her work and scribbling away, Annabeth rested her chin on her hand and let her eyes wander the room.

“Percy?”

“Yeahuh?”

“How come we never dated?”

Percy twisted around and gave her an incredulous look. “What are you talking about?”

“I don’t know...” Annabeth stared down at her notebook and started tapping her pencil against the top of it. She bundled up some nerve and glanced back up at him with a wry smile. “You don’t think we’d make a great-looking couple?”

Instead of laughing, Percy’s gaze became intense and concerned, and he leaned forward a little. “Annabeth, are you saying you have feelings for me?”

“No! No, I’m not,” Annabeth held up her hands and shook her head. “I’m just thinking out loud.”

Percy hummed. He adjusted his position so his back was against the wall beside her, frowning down at the carpet. Annabeth sighed and sank deeper into her beanbag.

“I just thought,” she continued, “like, if we’re both still single in 20 years, it could be fun if we got married. To each other.”

Percy nudged her knee, smirking. “You know you don’t have to marry me just to get me to stick around. You’re my best friend.”

“Come on, I’m being serious.”

Percy looked down. “Yeah. I know.”

They sat in the quiet for what felt like ages, and Annabeth, in the depths of her awkwardness, was starting to consider giving that homework another shot. Then, out of nowhere, Percy broke the silence with a sharp inhale and said, “Oookay. I’m going to tell you something.”

Annabeth blinked. “Ok.”

Percy nodded.

“...go ahead.”

“Right.” He nodded again. “So, okay. So like, I’m aromantic.”

Annabeth raised her eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yeah. It means that, like--”

“I know what it means, Seaweed Brain. I used to read the dictionary for fun, remember?”

“Right.” Percy laughed nervously.

“But you’re, like, already sure?”

“I mean, yeah, pretty much.” Percy shrugged. “I’m eighteen and I’ve literally never had a crush. You don’t think that’s kind of weird?”

Annabeth’s mind flashed briefly through all the crushes and heartaches she’d experienced since she was a kid. “I guess.”

Percy kept nodding. Annabeth slid off her chair and onto the floor so they were shoulder-to-shoulder. “So, what you’re saying is, you won’t agree to be my backup husband. Ever.”

Percy finally smiled for real and rolled his eyes. “No, I probably won’t.”

Annabeth shrugged. “I suppose that’s ok.”

“Good.” Percy picked up his 3DS and started playing again. Annabeth hugged her knees to her chest.

“Y’know, I’ve been meaning to tell you... I like girls sometimes.”

Percy barked out a laugh. “Yeah, I noticed.” 

He didn’t even look up from his game. Annabeth huffed. “Whatever.”

She watched quietly while Percy finished the level he was on. Once he was done, he offered her his fist. “You know I’ve always got your back.”

Annabeth bumped it, smiling. “And I’ve got yours.”

[lapis-lazuliie]

What are your favourite IN9 lines? ☺

oohhhh!! ok this list is going to be long, so forgive me >.>

series 1;

sardines;

“could you just move back a bit, ian. have you got space?” “er, yes, i’ve just got a christmas tree sticking up my bottom.” “memories....!” “ssshhh!!” [ deleted scene from the first draft ] 

"you're much prettier when you're angry. so are you."

"oh i've not seen this much wood since - " "don't."

"is that where you can't bear to touch a snake?" "you've got that, haven't you carl?" "i'd hardly call it a snake, stuart. more like a scaly lizard." "i heard that!" "good!"

"my hip went that colour when i fell up some steps at legoland."

“uh homophobic?” “oh you’ve got that, haven’t you, lovey?” 

"now before i ring jeremy kyle..."

tom & gerri;

“the guy from across the road.” “what, the tramp?!” “yeah, don’t call him that. he’s met charles bukowski.”

"oh that's migg. he's not real."

the understudy;

“oh, yes, sorry. remember, you’ve got a voice-over tomorrow morning.” “aww have i?” “i think so. yes? for tam...pons.” “....tampons.”

"fuck me, there's a ghost!"

the harrowing;

"i play guitar, miss hepworth."

"you won't need to ring it. nothing happens. nothing ever happens."

series 2;

the trial of elizabeth gadge;

"whilst visiting little happens, may i recommend you explore our village green which has a pond with a duck." "and a bench!" "yes, we must not forget the bench."

"tread cautiously, mr clarke. least you find yourself accused."

cold comfort;

"my name's andy, by the way..."

"so without revealing to me the nature of the incident - " "it's not a magic trick."

series 3;

the riddle of the sphinx;

"it's crazy, isn't it, what the unhinged mind is capable of."

"you see, you're not in charge of this situation. you can't fit it all neatly into a 15 square grid. this is messy, and illogical, and out of control."

series 4;

zanzibar;

"i thought she was your girlfriend!" "mother, please."

bernie clifton's dressing room;

“so why’ve you come, then?” “how could i not?”

"i just want you by my side."

"you nearly died, len!"

"but you came back, didn't ya?!" "yes and i wish i'd never bothered!"

“just imagine he’s here with you, in the room.” “yeah.”

once removed;

“period features - don’t know if you’re arsed.” “not really.” “no, me neither.”

“you killed mrs. falsham. do you have any idea how that’s going to affect the asking price?”

to have and to hold;

"i thought i was living with the most boring man in the world. turns out he was a monster."

series 5;

the referee’s a w***ker;

“he’s anonymously competent and that takes guts.” “brendan hasn’t got any guts. he’s dropped them all in there!” *points to toilet*

death be not proud;

"could you go and watch the queen doing a poo?" "yeah, i have done. she takes ages."

"jeffrey did his cat noises for me last night."

"what's his favourite animal?" "monkey." "no, fuck that."

series 6;

simon says;

"well anyway, they get together and it's really satisfying." "they're two heterosexual men!"

"but what about my podcast?" "i'm not gonna do your stupid fucking podcast! do you know how many times a week i get asked to do podcasts?" "no." "well let me tell you; it's a lot. and it gives me great pleasure to say no to every single one of them."

"you said you'd rather cut your own d*ck off and sit in vinegar than go back to ninth circle."

"the way he manipulates the situation to get whatever he wants. don't you think that's something i'd be good at?"

"we could rule this kingdom forever, and ever, and ever...."

lip service;

"single as a dollar and not looking for change."

"do you need anymore...COATHANGERS?"

“4 stars? you’re joking, aren’t ya? i’ve been in bus shelters more comfortable than this.” “well, irregardless - “ “that’s not a word.” “it is, actually."

how do you plead?;

"i haven't got time for this!" "oh, really? what else're you up to? you off rock climbing? got some scuba diving booked i don't know about?"

“you don’t fucking swear either, do you?” “i have been known to blurt out 'fiddlesticks’ in moments of crisis.”

"oh dear. it is you, isn't it? mr. mistoffelees."

last night of the proms;

"i was just thinking." "thought i could smell burning."

"we thought brian had a bit of tom cruise in him. now i think he'd just like a bit of tom cruise in him."

"something is rotten in the state of denmark!"

"do you want some bread or a little bowl of milk or something?" "he's not a hedgehog, mick."

also there're so many in wuthering heist, but i seriously can't be arsed finding them lol. it's just the puns, the jokes about them not having the copyright to bo-rap and everything scaramouche says ^ ^

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Stay High

Karube Daikichi × Reader

Based off this song

No, because It's a three am sad thought that should have been kept in my head. This is totally not based off of my deepest darkest feeling and fears. Anyways, ignore that. Um... yeah.

Warnings: Episode 3 spoilers, Manga spoilers, weed, smoking, suicide (this went darker than I intended, ok?), and another terrible attempt at angst :)

"Karu! For the last time, we're not getting a freaking parrot!" You scolded. "Aww, why not babe? They're cute," he said, pouting. You smiled kissing him quickly. "... I'll think about it," you said, before heading out. "I think that means we will have a-" "Don't push your luck babe. I'll see you after work."

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"And here is my attempt at trying to be nice. Happy anniversary!" You chirped, sliding a rather large gift his way. It had a draped cover over it, so he couldn't see inside. He looked at you suspiciously, slowly taking it in his hands. You had a camera in your hands, and we're smirking. He didn't trust that smirk. "Why do you have that camera?" He asked, nodding to it. "Just filming. It's a special day babe," you said, hiding your smile. "Can i-" "Don't you dare shake it-" He raised his hands in mock surrender, before slowly lifting the sheet.

You saw the smile that spread across his face. "I said I'd think about it," you said. He stood up, pulling your waist into him. He kissed you softly, making you smile in your head. "I'm guessing this means you like your gift?" You asked, a smirk on your face. "It's a fucking parrot, hell yeah I like it," he said. You laughed, pressing a kiss to his temple.

Tears blurred your vision, falling onto the screen of the camera. Had it really been a year since then?

"Ok, now I get to film you! Welcome to day 1 of our roadtrip, I don't know where we're going, but we'll find out soon enough," Karube said, turning the camera to face him. He then turned it to face you. You were putting your luggage into the trunk of your car, and looked up with a smile, giving the camera a peace sign. The parrot, who you two decided to name Nijiko after much deliberation due to its coloring, squawked on your shoulder. You smiled. "Yes, you'll be going to day care  for a while Nijiko," you spoke to the bird, petting it's beak softly. The bird shivered. "Day care? Nijiko day care?" It squawked, tilting it's head to the side. You nodded. "Yes, smart bird. Nijiko is going to daycare," you praised. "I sometimes wonder if she loves the bird more than me. The answer is yes. Yes she does," Karube said, laughing as you spoke to the bird.

"Update, it's been 4 hours, and we are in the middle of no where. The child(the bird) has been dropped off at day care... well boarding? For the week. The music's pretty good though, and this angel next to me is still here, so we're all good," he said. He was really serious about filming this. "Babe, why are you filming this again?" You asked, reaching to grab his hand on the center console. "Because memories baby girl," he responded, kissing the back of your hand as it was intertwined with his. You laughed, blowing him a kiss, turning your attention back to the road.

"Day 3 of our roadtrip, (Y/N) is deciding on what to wear, but as I've told her, she looks great in everything," he stated. You flipped him off, picking out something to wear finally. "Wowwwww, I can really feel the love," he said sarcastically, holding a hand to his chest dramatically. "Shut up, you know I love you," you said, rolling your eyes. "I know you do. Who wouldn't love me?" he joked. "I don't know babe. Watch it though, 'cause you're mine~!"

"Ok, it's a few hours later, (Y/N) is getting snacks, and I'm super nervous, because of this," he said, talking to camera. He pulled out a small box, showing the ring to the camera. "I've been documenting this whole thing like a maniac, because I didn't want her to be suspicious. But anyways, yeah... I've been thinking about it for a while, seeing as we've been together since high school. I am terrified, in all honesty," he rambled, running a hand through his hair. He put the small box back to where you wouldn't find it, but he wouldn't lose it. He saw you walking back to the car, and smiled. You opened the door, giving him a weird look. "You're filming again?" You questioned. He nodded. "You love the sound of your voice don't you?" You asked with a smile. He laughed, "Not as much as I love yours."

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He placed the camera was on a nearby fence post, facing you two, close enough to see and hear both of you. He started recording, and gave a thumbs up to the camera. You looked out to the water, admiring the hues of blue. The water crashed into the shore, spraying you with water. "You know when we get married, I'm definitely going to take you here again," he said. You kept looking out at the water, not noticing him. "When we get married? You already have this planed?" You laughed. You turned to face him, not seeing him at eye level. You looked down, and your eyes widened. "As I was saying, when we get married-" he started, getting interrupted when you jumped onto him, throwing your arms around his neck. You both fell to the sand, and you two couldn't help but laugh. "Are you serious? Like, really?" You asked, tears in your eyes. "Yeah, I'm serious. (Y/N), you've been with me for what seems like forever. I love you so much, and I want to be yours forever. Just as much as you'll be mine. So... would you do me the honor, and marry me?" He asked. He might have sounded confident, but he was shaking on the inside. The tears in your eyes fell, and you laughed nodding. "Yes, a million times yes," you said. He laughed, letting out a sigh of relief. You hugged him tightly, your head in the crook of his neck. "Forever and ever?" You whispered. "Forever and ever."

You looked down at the ring on your finger, crying even harder. His side of the bed stayed empty, no one would ever be able to sleep there. Not even you. His side of the room stayed untouched. The same way it had been left that morning. Before the accident.

"(Y/N)... I know you're sad, but this isn't healthy for you... just... call me back once you get this," Arisu sighed. "No answer again?" Usagi asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shook his head. "She's been with our group as long as I can remember. And she's been... she had been... with Karube even longer. If it's hard on me, I can't believe how hard it must be on her," Arisu explained. Usagi pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I'm sure she's fine. All people cope with things differently. Just give her space."

You were most definitely not fine. The grief that filled you everytime you saw Arisu's name on your phone, when you looked at anything that once belonged to Karube.  For the first time in the past few weeks, you wandered into the kitchen, and saw the binder filled with the ideas you two had for the wedding. You looked away, tears filling your eyes once more. You couldn't escape the sorrow that had filled your life. It seemed like he was everywhere. Even when you turned on the damn TV the news was talking about the incident. The names of the victims would pop up with pictures, and you would quickly turn it off. You grabbed the folder, ripping up all the papers in there, shredding them to bits in a fit of sadness. You dropped to your knees, holding the final piece of paper. You sniffled, wiping your eyes, looking down. It was in Karube's hand writing, and you took a deep breath. Eventually, you would have to read these things. Eventually, you would have to clean up his side of the room. You decided to start off small. By reading whatever this was.

'I may not be good at expressing my feelings, and this is not going to be the first time you've all heard me tell you how wonderful this woman is, and how much I love her. It certainly won't be the last, if I have any say in it. To which I do. If I could go back to the day we met, and you told me I would be marrying her, I would believe it. Because I've loved you from day one (Y/N). And now, I'll have you. Forever and ever.'

- Karube (rough draft, don't let (Y/N) find this)

You whimpered, holding the piece of paper to your chest. This was too much for you. You needed a distraction.

"Eh, just give me the money, no one will ever know," the woman said. You gave her the money, and she passed you a bag. "I promise it gets better dear. And be careful with that," she said sweetly. You nodded, your face so devoid of any emotion, it was hard to tell if you were still alive. Your world felt so numb to any emotion but hurt.

The burn of the smoke in your throat was satisfying. For the first time since his death, you felt something. Your eyes lazily looked up, staring at the ceiling.  The smell of the weed filled up the room and you rolled your eyes. For once the pain was gone. You couldn't think of anything in the moment other than being hungry. The first time in weeks that had happened.

That was your new routine. Wake up, lounge around, look through the videos and pictures of both of you, get high of your mind. It was the only way you'd forget. Was it healthy? No. Did you care? Also no. You started ignoring Arisu's calls, messages, and voice mails. Leaving them unseen, and unheard. He was worried, and Usagi had gotten worried as well, even though she'd only met you once at the hospital. You seemed like a pleasant person, and according to Arisu, you never left someone in the dark that long. You would usually respond quickly if you weren't at work. But, do to the incident, there wasn't work for a few weeks. That made him worry.

When he found out why you weren't answering, he was shocked. Your apartment wasn't exactly a mess. There were a few papers scattered in the kitchen, and uncollected mail, but other than that, your apartment was clean. He was so confused, hearing you giggling and talking to yourself in your room.

He knocked on the door, opening it slowly. "(Y-y/N)?" He asked hesitantly. You looked up, your eyes lazy and red. The smell of weed in your room was strong, the smoke going out of the window. How long had you been doing this? Had it become self destructive? These were questions he asked himself before seeing you doze off to sleep.

"What the hell were you thinking (Y/N)! You can't- you can't destroy your life over it! I- I was so worried! I've already lost two friends, I can't lose you too!" He scolded. It was a few hours later, and your high had passed. "Why do you care?" You snapped, the conversation being boring to you. The hurt you hadn't felt in weeks came back. He was back in your mind, not as your wonderful fiancé, but as the man you had lost. The man who you had to bury in the ground. It was horrible. Your mind hated the images of his body, lifeless and devoid of his usual smile. You hated it. Absolutely despised it.

"Because you're my friend! You've been my friend since high school! I know it hurts (Y/N), believe me I know, but you can't destroy your fucking life and mental health!" He scolded. It was so unfair to you, in your head. That he was saying something like that. "You want to know what's really destroying my mental health?! Not having him anymore! The fact that he's dead, and I can't- I can't-" you couldn't finish your sentence. Arisu felt bad, but this was an intervention. He had to be a bit forceful for you to stop. "Karube wouldn't want you to do this," he said softly. You felt more tears fall. But you didn't know how to deal with this. "How do you know what he wants?! He's dead!" You screamed. "H-hes dead," you whispered, your voice breaking. Arisu hugged you tightly as you cried. "Can I just know why?" He asked. "He's gone, and I have to stay high all the time to keep him off my mind. Gotta stay high... all my life to forget I'm missing him," you whispered. It was true. It was the only way you could feel something other than pain. The smoke made your mind hazy, and your sadness drifted away. But it wasn't healthy. And it would never be. "It gets better (Y/N)... please, just... stay with me for a week. So I can have peace of mind?"

2 years later

You sat on the sand of the beach, the waves crashed onto the rocks nearby, and a breeze blew the salt water into your face. You looked down at the ring on your finger, sighing at the sight of the shiny gem. You smiled sadly, pressing a kiss to it. "Soon my darling... soon we'll be together again. Forever and ever."

Because the high kept him off your mind, you didn't learn how to cope any other way. The only way was to feel any other pain. You had tried to meet other people, but no one was ever as good. You couldn't even talk to other guys without feeling guilt. It felt wrong. It was like whatever you did, you couldn't get over it. At all. In fact, it had gotten worse over the years. Especially on the yearly anniversary of the incident. Reporters would go to your home and ask you questions, seeing as people had asked you while you were in the hospital. How we're you supposed to get over it when you were reminded constantly?

So there was no thoughts in your head as you walked into the water. It was cold, shocking you. If you didn't drown, you'd die of hypothermia. And that was fine with you.

Forever and ever, no?

Ok, ok, ok.... wow, wowowowowow, this was a three am sad thought that did not have to be written, ok, um wow... that was darker than I intended, holy shit-

I promise I'm done with the terrible attempts at angst, and I promise I'm working on the my other oneshots/books. It's just that when I have an idea, I need to write it before I forget.

Remember that people love you, even if you think no one does, I promise you they do. If you really need help, please find it, and if you would like, I'm always glad to talk to people if they need my help.