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[bishakespeares]

"A Gift for Melody Anne" from Swept Away: A New Musical Tale

[psychic-glitch]

OOC update on this little thing between my two blogs https://muse-tadeo.tumblr.com/ and https://stonerghostie.tumblr.com/ It will now be known as the frozenroses arc and everytime a post in one of either blogs has that tag, it’ll be a part of that arc

[catman-draws]

VVV

was the ancestor rewrite comic discontinued? or will you pick it back up eventually? not trying to rush you or anything, im just curious

It has not!

[acotarxreader]

Stress Relief

Azriel X Reader

Synopsis: Working for the Night Court has become near impossible with Azriel determined to drive you out the door but can a camping trip arranged by Rhys smooth things over.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut, frenemies to lovers, lots of dialogue, if you see a typo no you didn't

A/N: Hehe this kinda long but I wanted to keep the chaos to one part. I'm finding writing since Other Worlds a bit stressy so I think posting this nonsense will help with that and we can return to out regularly scheduled programming. Let me know what you think!

Requests open! (I am working on your Cass request if you see this anon👀 )

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“YN you need to fucking relax”

“I suggest that you keep quiet Azriel if you'd like to keep your head attached to your shoulders” Azriel rolled his eyes at you from the couch as you paced up and down, trusty list in hand. 

“I’m just saying you’ll give yourself a heart attack”

“Hey! Do you want me to add your name to this list!”

“Az would only want to be on it if it's your To Do list” A pillow flew from alongside Azriel right at Cassian as he howled. 

“I’ll relax once we get there”

“Why do you get so fucking neurotic when it comes to travelling?”

“Why are you so fucking anno-”

“Okay okay stop it you too! We promised Feyre no fighting on Rhy’s big camping trip, she’s already upset Elain won’t come, just don’t add to her stress” You and Azriel groaned like scolded children at Cassian’s words. You counted the bags again, checking off your list as you went. Azriel stood to grab his bag, coming chest to chest with you before pushing past.

“I’m flying ahead because I can’t be around her uptight ass anymore”

“Aw you look at my ass” you smiled sarcastically as Cassian laughed in the background. 

-

You all finally arrived deep within the woods of the Night Court, luggage crashing down around the group. You couldn’t stop thinking that you had forgotten everything, glancing from the list to the pile repeatedly, your friends happily unpacking. The night had already begun to creep in, Azriel and you delaying the group by fighting about which was the fastest route to take. You busied yourself fixing up some of the tents as Azriel dug through the pile of bags in search of his own. 

“YN, what’s the plan for us sleeping together?”

“Excuse me?” you deadpaned to Azriel. 

“Sor-Sorry I meant the plan for sleeping?” he quickly corrected himself, his shadows doing their best to cover his rosie cheeks. 

“Well, Feyre & Rhysand, Cassian & Nesta, Amren & Mor and then I guess you and Lucien and then I get my own tent” you beamed, shaking a sleeping bag from its case. 

“Funny how that worked out isn't it” he remarked and you rolled your eyes but the group agreed to the sleeping arrangements, with further prodding for Lucien to agree. 

You gathered around the fire, feasting on the fire-roasted food Cassian did his best not to cremate, trading life stories in pure unadulterated ease, everything Rhysand had wanted for this trip. You swaddled yourself deeply into your sleeping bag as the fire began to sink beneath its tinder. 

“Do you regret leaving Summer Court for us YNN?” 

“I think I love the Night Court more than I ever could Summer” You smiled in reply to Cassian, your eyes flashing to Rhysand briefly before he launched into his favourite Tarquin story, Azriel noticing the fleeting glance seemingly tinged with an element of sadness. 

“You like it even though being an emissary to the Seasonal Courts clearly makes you want to pull your hair from your head?” Azriel whispered to you. 

“You and your antics are the only thing that causes me to do that, I seriously think you need a refresher training on diplomacy” you bit back to his sharp whisper. You had shared the job with Lucien but soon found yourself taking on the brunt of the work as Lucien was lost in Elain.

“You need to stop being so uptight seriously, I think you need to be fucked or something, anything to get you to relax” Your head whipped towards him, the group laughing at Rhysand's story, choosing to ignore the two of you, assuming it was an argument. You huffed out in disgust at Azriel, he watched your chest release the full capacity of air from your lungs before taking another deep breath. You shuffled slightly in the sheet, wrapping the sleeping bag tighter around yourself and facing back towards the fire. It was then Azriel realised he was fully staring at your chest. 

“I didn't…I didn't mean that I want to be the one to….fuck you…I meant …” 

“Just stop talking Az” you scoffed, choosing to listen to Rhysand instead as Azriel mentally cursed himself for losing his edge over you. The fire sank until it went out, the laughter from the group lighting the forest. 

“Okay, it's like 2am, time for bed kids especially if we’re going for the hike tomorrow” Rhysand stood, pulling a sleepy Feyre to her feet. The group said their good nights as you climbed into your canvas home. You stretched along the fabric floor and sank into sleep easily, tired from the day as you balled up in your opened-out sleeping bag. 

-

“Hey! YNN! Wake up!” 

“I swear to the Gods you better be a super polite Naga about to rip my head off otherwise you’ll wish you were” you breathed out without opening your eyes, the sound of your tent zip worse than a blaring alarm to your sleepy state. 

“It’s Az, I need to sleep in here, push over” he collapsed next to you without invitation, your hand sailing outwards to clock him flat into the chest with a thud. 

“Az, what the fuck? It's like 3am, get the fuck out we’re not braiding one another's hair!” you whisper-shouted at him while you sat up. 

“Lucien is snoring like he’s trying to deafen me and I don’t fancy interrupting Mor and Amrens beauty sleep and as for the mates, I don’t need to explain why I don’t want to go in there” you sighed at him as he gave you a look that said he wasn’t going anywhere. You sank back into the canvas, Azriel pulling the sleeping bag from you. 

“Az” you bit out. 

“I’m not going to freeze to death because you’re a blanket thief”

“You’re going to find yourself on the other side of the zip if you don’t go to sleep” you said, rolling into the slack of the sleeping bag, pulling it fully from Azriel. He almost grunted at the action, catching the end and whipping it from under you, sending you rolling into the wall of the tent. 

“Az!” you barked and he raised his hands up in surrender. You sank beneath the cover again, moving closer to Azriel to spread the sleeping bag more evenly. Azriels eyes fixed on the mesh vents on the tent roof, the sound of the night filling the tent.

“Do you ever think you’ll go back to the Summer Court?” Azriel broke the silence that filled the tent, you sighed before replying. 

“If you keep being a prick then maybe” you deflected the question successfully.

“I’m a prick because I care” You laughed at his joking tone, rolling to your side to face him more, hands tucked in under your cheek. 

“As much stress as you and Cass and your antics cause me, which is a lot might I add, I would find it very hard to leave you freaks” you half laughed, eyes still heavy. 

“We’d miss you” he admitted

“I mean who would keep your secrets from one another if not me” you teased. 

“What secrets?” you tapped the side of your nose lazily and Azriel nudged you slightly in annoyance at your grin. 

“Fine fine emmm.... Cass is the one who told all those females in the Rita's where to find you when you were home” you yawned into a light laugh. Azriel felt annoyance grow in him at this revelation, that had caused him months of being harassed by all sorts from every walk of life. 

“I swear I’m going t-”

“Just leave it Shadowsinger” you gave a small laugh, grabbing his hand as he went to leave the nest you’d both made, pulling him back down and forgetting to let go, you lost your fight to sleep then, entirely drifting back off. Azriel glanced at you sleeping peacefully next to him and found himself surprised at enjoying holding your hand beneath the sleeping bag. 

Azriel stayed awake for half an hour, staring up at the canvas above him, torn between the growing pain in his shoulder and not wanting to let go of your hand. The nerves felt like they were screaming as the muscles went dead in his arm, an idea coming to him. He quickly rolled towards you while releasing your hand and grabbing the other but he greatly misjudged the distance, sending his head straight into yours. You almost immediately dropped his hand to place it on the bump growing on your head, Azriel feeling regret for waking you but more so for letting you go. 

“You're such a freak Shadowsinger” You laughed half asleep before rolling in closer to him and draping your arm across his waist, pulling yourself closer to him softly, resting your head between the pillow and his chest. Azriel felt such an unfamiliar level of comfort at the movement but also a new level of confusion. 

You moved from next to him then, leaning on your elbow to prop yourself up and look at him as puzzled as he looked at you. 

“Sorry I-I don't know why I did that”

“Emm it’s okay YN…it was actually kinda comfortable…I’m ok-ay if you’re okay with it” he spoke the words with caution and you found a sigh of relief leave you that you didn’t know you had. You rolled away from Azriel to face the tent wall, his face slightly greying with nerves, had he been vulnerable to the wrong person? He braced for your rejection only for it not come, instead you shuffled slightly down and laid your back flat into his chest. Azriel cautiously moved his arm across your waist, only to have you catch hold of his hand and move it across faster, forgetting to release his hand again. 

Azriel nestled his chin on top of your head, pulling you in as close as he could as you both tangled your legs together. He felt so entirely comforted by how close you were to him…too close he thought suddenly. He shuffled in the bed a little to try to hide the part of him betraying any sense of secrecy he had about his changing feelings towards you. You just moved back to where you were, leaving him no place to hide. Azriel felt your whole body smirk against him as you traced little circles along the back of his hand with your thumb, he hated how you were winning. 

“You’re not hard for me to read Azriel” he definitely heard the smirk from you. He refused to let you win, he tried to push the embarrassment from his voice before speaking again-

“Well I hardly think that's surprising, I already told you what I think needs to happen for you to relax” he barely whispered, your body's turn to stiffen in the bed alongside him, he smiled with the point he won. 

Azriel slowly moved to hover his mouth above your neck, both so still in the movement that he could almost see the hairs on your neck stand on their end. He gave little thought to his next movement, now acting on his instinct as he met your neck almost painfully softly. He kissed you there until you found your neck flexing to allow him more access. A betraying soft moan of approval escaped you as Azriel smiled into the nips he gave you, gaining a further point advantage. 

You couldn’t let him hold the win for long as you began to push yourself into his growing length, a low growl escaping him before he reburied himself in your neck, more feverishly this time. Your hand wrapped tighter around his as you began to grind into him, encouraging him further. You rolled onto your back, Azriel now almost hovering over you and moved without thinking. He leaned down and met his lips with yours. Electric, you were electrifying one another. This night was going further than you both thought it would. Sex was one thing but kissing someone like that and feeling such overwhelming desire as a result was another thing. You both separated almost surprised at the waves of confusion mixed with yearning. 

“I-I didn’t mean to… I shouldn’t have…” Azriel didn’t know what he was saying, almost begging you with his eyes to say anything. 

“I-” you were cut off by the sound of Lucien's loud sneeze from across the fire pit causing you both to almost jump. It hit you both then what you were about to do, with all your friends mere metres away. 

“Night Azriel” was all you found yourself saying before rolling back to face the wall of the tent, not taking his arm with you. Azriel cursed in his head before lying back down on the canvas. He didn’t sleep for the rest of the night, the thought of what could have been controlling his thoughts. He didn’t think you were asleep either but didn’t challenge you on it, what had you both done?

-

You rolled over to find the space next to you empty as the sun leaked in the thin canvas the next morning. You ran your hands down your face, cursing your actions from the night previous. You got dressed haphazardly, removing a mirror from your pack to braid your hair back, your eyes falling on deep maroon markings on the side of your neck. You traced them gently with your fingertips, a small smile escaping you at the memory. 

“YN! Get up! We’re leaving in 10” Cassian's voice accompanied him banging on the top of your tent, chasing your smile away. You ran your hands through the loose braid, separating it out again to cover the evidence of your lapse in judgment. 

You hauled yourself out through the soft door once you were dressed to find your friends all laughing at one of Cassian's stories, ready and waiting for you to set off. Your eyes landed on Azriel as he tilted his head back laughing before his eyes met yours, he almost instantly tore them from you and looked back to Cassian. 

-

The group set off bounding along the mountain in total ease, Nesta winding Rhysand up ahead of you and Cassian. 

“So YN…you gonna tell me why Az won’t look at you?” 

“How am I supposed to read that pain in the ass’s mind?” you replied almost too quickly to him as he raised an eyebrow, catching your hand and helping you up a steeper part of the path. You looked at the back of Azriel’s head ahead of you as he lead the group along the path to the waterfall. 

“Hmm likely story YN and tell me why I could have sworn I heard Az leave your tent this morning?” he couldn’t bury the teasing tone as you sighed. 

“Lucien was snoring so Azriel just stayed in my tent, no big deal” You could see the thoughts race through Cassian’s grinning face, you tilted your head slightly forward, ensuring the truth was still covered by your hair. 

“Interesting, I don’t know Lucien to be a snorer” He gave a small laugh as you raised your eyebrow, only getting a playful shake of the Illyrian's head in return. A sudden slap of mud met the side of Cassian's face. 

“That’s for Rita’s!“ Azriel shouted back the path, his hand having just released the ball of mud. 

“You told him YN!” Cassian’s head snapped to you as you howled with laughter.

“Must have slipped out?” you tried your best to lie, only to have the broad male throw you over his shoulder as you screamed in hysterics. He ran with you, the group all roaring laughing as they followed. You suddenly couldn’t feel Cassian under you as he flung you from his arms, landing with a splash into the large lake. 

“Cassian! I’m going to kill you!” you shrieked, the cold water bursting through you sending power coursing. You sent a tendril of water, playfully pulling Cassian from where he stood straight into the water alongside you, the group following suit in fits of laughter, leaving Azriel to watch from the rocks. Azriels eye caught the slight glimpse of his handiwork beneath your soaked hair, a pang of pride beating through him then replaced by panic. A shadow met the side of your face, draping your hair back to cover the markings. You looked towards Azriel and found yourself laughing at the action, he returned a smile. 

-

After a day of hiking and swimming and being a bunch of fools, you all came back to the campsite ready to feast on whatever you could scrounge up. 

“Okay everyone, it’s time to announce the reason behind this little trip” Rhysand announced to his family gathered around the roaring fire. 

“Well, as you know, YN has been with us now for some months now-”

“Unfortunately” you hit Azriel into the chest at his sarcasm.

“Anyways-” Rhysand threw a warning glance “-YN has helped to negotiate many our trade agreements and cleaned up many of our messes-” Cassian raised a glass to you at Rhysands words, the group laughing “-But anyway, I’m sorry to announce that I have failed as your High Lord in convincing her to stay with us” the group turned to face you in almost shock. 

“I know everyone I said-”

“-You said you wouldn’t leave” Azriel cut across you, semblances of pain dripping from his quick words. 

“I know Az but-”

“-No, you said you wouldn’t leave” his words turned to tones of anger, the group looking amongst themselves, feeling as though they were intruding. 

“Yes but Az, I’m needed at home, they’re still recovering from Amarantha and Tarquin needs m-”

“-But I- I mean we need you!” He stood from the log to look down at you, your sad eyes meeting his. Suddenly aware of the scene he was making he dissolved into shadow as you tried to call after him. 

“I better go-”

“No Cass, I'll go” you winnowed out of the clearing. 

-

Azriel crashed into his room in the House of Wind. Mixtures of emotions spinning in his head like the shadows around his heels. 

“Az” he whipped around to see you stood with your hands up chest level in surrender. 

“Here to pack your bags?” he chewed out. 

“Oh fuck off Azriel, don’t actually pretend you want me to stay” you matched his tone. 

“And why do you say that?” he snapped back.

“Because you’re the reason I’m leaving!” he took a small step back in shock at your sharp admission. He sat down on the edge of his bed, brow furrowing in thought. 

“What have I done to you?”

“What haven’t you done!? You go out of your way to make my job difficult, every motion I put forward you try to shoot down, you’re constantly following me watching every move I make waiting me to fuck up! Now you have what you want, I’m leaving!” you paced up and down in front of him, releasing the tension you held in your shoulders. 

“I don’t want you to leave” he sounded almost offended that you thought so. 

“What?”

“You really think I want you to leave…especially after last night” he stood from the bed, stepping in front of you to stop your pacing.

“I thought that especially after last night you’d want me to leave” You half laughed.

“At least I guess I’ve given you something to remind you of me” he gave the smallest smile, his hand sweeping your hair off your shoulder to look at his busy work as you felt yourself blush.

“Don’t leave YN, who would I play with?”

“Cass maybe” you grinned, something seemingly darkening in his eyes. 

“I don’t want to fuck him” he breathed out.

“That’s not what Rhys told me” You laughed again before noticing his serious eyes. 

“Please don’t leave me YN”

“And what will I tell Tarquin?” you chuckled, unsure what to do with Azriels edgy tone. His hand found yours, hazel eyes fixated on you.

"Tell him you're preoccupied" "With what exactly" he moved closer to you with your words ever so slightly rattling out of you.

“Az if we kiss…this might become more than what either of us wants”

"What if its what we both want?" he was mere millimetres from you now, unable to fight against this magnetic force pulling you forward. Something bubbling between you both, the electricity coursing through the space between you both again as you kissed so sweetly. Your eyes snapped open to find his eyes meeting yours, gently pulling back from one another. Mate. Mate. Mate.

“YN- you’re my-”

“-Mate” you breathed while looking at him with such unadulterated love. Azriel burst into laughter with you following suit.

“Now you really can’t leave me”

“How convenient” you smiled, running your hands through your hair, Azriel tracing the bitemark's outline with his heated gaze.

“Care for some stress relief YN?” Azriels hands went straight for your hips, the feeling of the small calluses meeting your soft sides sent pulses down you both. He met your neck, the same place he had last night, cupping his hands beneath your lower legs and lifting you from the ground, your legs wrapped around his waist

“Why can't I keep away from you?” You breathed, the hairs on Azriel’s neck standing on their end.

“Why does that make me so happy?” Was all he could manage before reconnecting to your neck. Azriel carried you to the bed before throwing you down and closely following in pursuit. You knotted your fingers through his hair and forced down the moan trying to escape at the pleasure of having him nip you. You tugged his hair until he pulled from you to face you.

“I want all of you”

Azriel cautiously lowered his mouth to yours until they met again. Much like the first time electricity coursed through both of you but unlike the last time, neither pulled away, only growing hungrier.

You could feel him hardening against your thigh, no longer able to fight the little victory you were going to give him, you moaned gently. He smirked hard into the kiss before it became more feverish. Your hand ran across him beneath the fabric of his trousers, his turn to groan.

“You're wearing too many clothes” he rasped as you smirked and pulled your shirt from over your head, he gently caught your jaw as he kissed along it. 

“I want revenge for these” you smirked, wrapping your leg into his side to flip him so you straddled him on top. Your teeth grazed his neck with heat as he sat up in the bed with you on his lap. He pulled his shirt from over his head, his hands replacing on your hips to support you, his groaning encouraging you on.

“Enough teasing YN, I need you” he said darkly, flipping you onto your back and yanking your trousers free from your legs to discard them. Azriel kissed you sweetly before moving down the shape of your body, peppering kisses along the trail to your entrance. You felt your legs begin to tremble under his touch, begging for more as his fingers began to play with your clit, your hands tangling in his hair with a moan. 

“You’re so ready for me YN, its intoxicating” he began to kiss around you and slowly his fingers began to move in and out while he sucked your clit. You felt the tension build in your abdomen, the greatest realess you ever had just a few movements away until he stopped entirely. You looked down between your legs to meet his eyes as he moved to hover above you again, discarding his own trousers in the process. 

“You’re so beautiful YNN” Your hand met the side of his face softly before pulling him back down into a searing kiss. Your fingers began to drag up and down his bear back before tracing the spines of his wings as they began to splay in their relaxed state. 

“Is that okay Azriel?” you whispered watching his eyes close with the building pleasure. 

“Nothing has ever been more okay” he leaned his head towards your hand, taking the waves of pleasure in his stride before lowering back down to meet you sweetly. 

Azriel slowly then began to enter you, you both almost meeting your release at the feeling. He slowly began to drag in and out as the sensation grew with its addictive nature, he increased his speed, spurred on by your hitching breath. The pressure growing and growing and growing, your fingers digging into his shoulders as your back arched until the band snapped sending you into overdrive as every nerve in your body stood to attention and then exploded. You practically screamed his name sending him over the edge, returning the sentiment by moaning your name, collapsing next to you while riding out his high. 

“I had no idea how much I needed to hear you say my name like that YN” Azriel finally found some composure to rasp out, his arm wrapping around you, pulling you in. You tried not to cringe in embarrassment as you buried a laugh into his chest. 

“Don’t go shy on me now” he laughed, kissing the top of your head. You rolled onto your elbows to look into his eyes as they lit up for you. You hauled the duvet up around you, leaving a small corner for Azriel to tug at.

“Why must I be mated to a blanket thief?”

“Why must I be mated to a pain in the ass?”

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Whatcha think friends!

[skythealmighty]

gang ngl i miss object universe. i should rewatch it again and get way too emotionally attached to Ice Cream and Map

#rocket talk #i made fanart of them with a steven universe song once i'm unwell

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why does gamey get to be on ii TWICE. who gave him permission

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thanks for the suggestion @cabtube-truther

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You don't hear PBSB complaining about this...

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well they're in a show that's super popular

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Yeah, and you're in one that got cancelled

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shut up you didnt even finish season one

#just one more cameo mephone4 thats all i ask

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anonymous asked: not sure you're gonna want a cameo rn mephone is going Through it

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hold on im not actually caught up lemme see

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holy shit

#I TAKE IT BACK

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anonymous asked: omg fan pleaaaase marru me ill do anythinggg ❤❤❤🥵🥵🥵

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hey @test-tubular just checking was i ever this weird

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Weird? Always. This weird? No.

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COOL just checking anyway

no please stop sending me these

#fans fantastic asks #this is the least weird anon ask from i think this specific anon #ive blocked them but oh my god #NO!!!

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💥🔃 fans-fantastic-features Follow reblogged 4️⃣ four-therecord

2️⃣ hey-two Follow

Hello everyone!! 👋 Since I've gotten many an ask about my cheesecake recipe from previous TPOT episodes, I've decided to make a longpost and put it here for you all to use!! Feel free to use without credit but credit is still appreciated 😊

Keep reading

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i hate you

#so they ARE on here #followed both immediately #how did i not come across them earlier...

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Recovery across different universes, a scientific theory

(Full post below the cut)

((Thank you to @not-tally-hall for the testimony regarding the S*n!))

Keep reading

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boring 👎👎👎👎

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Get off my post

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This is incredibly fascinating and an enjoyable read! There are some points of debate I've brought up in DMs, but otherwise this is a very solid theory. Good job!

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Thank you, that means a lot!!

#I follow your papers closely so hearing that coming from you is an honor #anyway back to my regularly scheduled nonsense

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Bonjour! J'ai découvert ce cite grâce à des vidéos amusantes

Je suis encore en train de m'habiteur à la société et je pense que c'est une bonne façon de me faire des amis! Enchanté de vous recontrer tous 😃

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bienvenue sur le site de l'enfer ! la plupart des gens ici ne parlent qu'anglais, vous pouvez donc m'envoyer un message si vous voulez parler à quelqu'un en français. je peux également vous montrer des endroits en ligne pour apprendre l'anglais

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Cela signifierait beaucoup pour moi, merci

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bien sûr!

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Baguette we all know you're not actually French you don't need to keep pretending 😒...

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K

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anonymous asked: your iconic quote from episode 10 has unfortunately become a vocal stim for me. please help, i'm suffering

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Hey? This is the funniest ask anyone's ever sent me. Can we make out behind a Denny's

#my condolences though oh my god 😭

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Guys, this site is easy! Just watch

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Based ball? Based on what?

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#hey. are you doing okay

No

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Finally watched II! Good show. I want that twink OJ dead why is he like that

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Date of origin: November 2nd, 2020

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I DIDNT MEAN IT I DIDNT MEAN IT I DIDNT MEAN JT I DIDNT

#😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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Thanks everyone for the help so far! I'm not too much of a science nerd, unfortunately, @bossy-bot, so I didn't understand everything in the papers you sent me- but they still helped a ton! Especially the coding help. I was a telemarketer, not an IT person...

Now that I know what I'm doing, I have some free time. With some recommendations from @fans-fantastic-features:

If you have any other recommendations, just leave them in the comments. And please go and send help to @fire-cartoon-schtick while you're at it!

[whore4brielle]

TOJI FUCKING HIS WIFES CAREGIVER. ❃

Let’s just say you liked your job. You’ve seen people from all over the world before migrating back to your small hometown and you’ve helped people in the comfort of their own homes. a daily occurrence.

Megumi’s mother was one of those people.

She was traumatized after the birth of her son. Megumi fushiguro. And it was normal for women to be depressed after giving birth. At first it wasn’t the kind of thing you would deal with. But you had no problem fitting her into your schedule. You went to Mr’s fushiguro’s house every two weeks. And it had been like that for the past two months. You would help her relax. Even give her her medications and make sure she had a full meal, including helping out with megumi as well. Those two months were nice. It was just you and Mrs fushiguro. Until her husband started to show up frequently.

“Oh this is my husband toji” she would say, clearly ecstatic to see the man after all this time. You wondered where he had been, it didn’t really matter though as soon has you saw his figure. He was an attractive male. A nice suit coated his waist along with a nice pair of fitted pants. “How’s my wife doing” he would say looking up at you, you stood on the other side of the bed. Megumi in the center of the room in his play pen. Tv playing cartoons. You looked up at the man for the first time making eye contact. He just smiled has you nodded your head.

“She’s doing fine” you would say. It felt that the start of your little problem was already beginning. The way you would look at toji everytime he was around. Knowing it was wrong to think about him in that aspect. Of course while still dealing with his wife and child. You had to remind yourself that he was married. You just looked at the small ring on Mr’s fushiguro’s finger to remind yourself. You thought the thoughts were gone after not seeing toji anymore. He didn’t come around for the past month. And your last few weeks there. No sign of him. You weren’t the one waiting. Mr’s fushiguro was waiting. She started getting more comfortable talking about her husband in your last few weeks at the estate. How much she missed him and small things like his favorite foods.

“You can’t tell anyone okay” she would say directing her attention towards You has you fed megumi, she raised from the bed looking at you. You swore not to tell anyone and she would jokingly tell you that her husband toji was an assassin. She would go on to tell you about all his made up travels. Making him sound more cooler as she over exaggerated certain stories. Baby megumi who sat in your lap super excited has he listened to the nonsense. You just laughed as she made stupid “pew pew” sounds with her mouth.

That was the first time you had ever felt a large amount of guilt for looking at toji the way you did when he was home. How you thought about him after your shifts. Or when you were organizing something nearby.

❃ It was your first time back at the estate since your last few months there. You were here to regularly check on Mr’s s fushiguro like always. Knocking on the door before revealing toji, her husband.

“Is your wife here sir?” You would say.

“No she’s at work.” He would reply.

“Mmm i see.. so she decided to go back.. great”. You knew it was the right choice for her. Jotting it down in your small hand writing on the chart you held. You raised your head looking at the man again. Then peeping into the door seeing no signs of megumi anywhere.

“Oh and megumi.. how is he?” You would say.

“He’s good. He’s with his babysitter right now. I have work in a few?”

“Oh.” You would say. Everyone seemed to be living their lives. Mr’s fushiguro didn’t need you anymore. You still peeped a glance at toji has he smiled at you. The man always smiled at you. The reason unknown.

“You’re welcomed to stay.”

“Oh no I don’t think that’s appropriate” you became flustered at your words. Before the man standing in the doorway chuckled.

“I have a few minutes to spare before work, we can have tea. Let this be a reward for putting my wife back on her feet.”

You smiled as you couldn’t pass it up. Walking into the door. Brushing by toji has you felt the chills of the large home once again. The white short dress you wore and the silver necklace on your neck has your accessory . The outfit making you look slightly professional.

You were sitting at the kitchen aisle has toji prepared the tea he promised for the two of you. Handing you the black mug has you tasted the tea. The soothing feeling immediately warming you up has you swallowed the liquid. Him watching you has your mind wandered off to somewhere different. Knowing the look was a sinful look. And the gesture. Maybe all of this was wrong in someway.

Your gaze traveled down noticing the visible ring on tojis finger. You placed the mug back on the table. “How long have you and Mr’s fushiguro been married?” You decided to ask knowing she never actually told you. “Since college. Pretty much. Since forever.”. “Is she your first love?” You would ask has you saw the glint in tojis eyes.

“Yes she is.” He smiled. Has You nodded.

Even though toji was married and you already knew that. Your heart was still being ripped out of your chest. You were only 24. Never experiencing the fate of love. And even if you did, you were way too young to be capable of getting married or even staying committed to the idea of a relationship. Being committed to your job was all you really had.

“You ever been inlove y/n.”

You looked up meeting tojis gaze. You replying with a simple no. Before avoiding his gaze again. Taking a sip of your tea in the process. Him, standing on the other side of the aisle. Smiling has you felt embarrassment take it’s toll over you.

“That’s why I feel that you and Mr’s fushiguro are special.” You sitting your mug back on the plad surface.

“Oh really?” He would say before stirring the liquid inside the mug with a small spoon.

“Mhm” nodding has he looked at you.

“At first I thought you didn’t really like me that much? I’m glad that wasn’t the case has time went on. It felt like.. you were always staring at me whenever I was around.”

“What do you mean?” You would say. The response catching you off guard. Thinking toji never noticed you this whole entire time. It makes things even worser for you knowing you could lose your job if your specific situation went public.

“Oh so now you decide to act clueless?”

You sighed. Turning your head to avoid tojis eyes once again. You were at a lost for words. Deciding to stay silent.

“So should I let your job know then. That you’re looking at a married husband during work hours.”

You looked back at him, gasping. “Don’t tell my job” you would say “please… I’ll do anything okay.”

“Relax pretty girl. I know what you can do” that shit eating grin on his face.

And then your mind started to wander if all of this was actually wrong. You knew what you had to do to keep your job. You knew the whole entire time.

❃ silent moans echoed through the estate. Until you could feel toji hitting your cervix repeatedly on the small counter of the kitchen. The front door just a millisecond away from where the two of you where. He grabbed onto your waist pulling your closer towards him has you uttered out the words “break” you looking up at the door making sure the door knob didn’t unexpectedly turn.

You were so scared. The adrenaline rush getting to you has toji sped up his pace at your words. “Mmm you like fucking on a married man.. I can sense it”. You couldn’t even form one sentence after those words. Your mouth agape has you started to feel everything around you get even more silent. The corruption of smacking noises sent you over the edge. And you were gonna cum sooner than you expected.

“What’s wrong pretty girl” toji teased you for your akward silence. The face you were making revealed your dirty secret. And you didn’t even have to say anything before toji rubbed at your clit. A failed attempt to smack his hand away made you cum. Louder moans filled the kitchen area has toji cupped your mouth with his hand. “I know baby, keep it down” his words practically background noise has your eyes closed.

The small ring laying on the blank area beside you.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

I, um.

I oops'd, guys.

I have been utterly and hopelessly seduced by the clumsy awkwardness of the wittle Donquixote brother.

Idc if he's already ded in canon, I will delulu-AU my Cora-san back to life if it's the LAST THING I EVER FCKIN DO

He is my bb now, and I will ensure he always has smokes, and that his tea is always a reasonable temperature, and that there always be a fire extinguisher nearby in case he sets himself on fire.

HE DESERVES THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD HOW DARE DOFLAMINGO

HOW ABSOLUTE FUCKING DARE ODA

I am stealing him. He is mine now and I will keep him safe.

Anyway yes, new blorbo unlocked, I had a feeling this would happen but not to this degree, I am not okay

It may take some time and a lot of manga-rereading and trial-and-error before I'm one hundred percent comfortable actually writing him, but he has officially joined the other blorbos and my OCs in the rent-free pirate-ship-shaped apartment in my head, where Doffy will remain locked in the brig until he agrees to go to therapy and fcking apologize.

That's it, that's the post, you may all return to your (ir)regularly-(un)scheduled brainrot, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk and I'm sorry you all had to endure that nonsense.

[astrobei]

hello beloved suni. for valentine's day ficlet prompt... a lumax valentine's day perhaps?

(ft. lucas going Overboard and max secretly loving it?)

abby i would literally give you the world if you asked me to <3 happy early valentine's day and i hope you like this one !!

“I don’t understand this holiday,” El frowns, peering over the displays of red cardboard boxes and bulk-order roses. This corner of Melvald’s is completely decked out, with glitter and flowers and plush teddy bears as far as the eye can see– or at least until aisle three, where the store returns to its regularly scheduled programming of household cleaning supplies. 

The floral scent is almost nauseatingly strong, and Max is suddenly extremely thankful she’s nowhere near as allergic to them as she used to be, or Mrs. Byers would have had to drive her to the hospital as she broke out in hives. “Me neither,” Max says, squinting at a teddy bear with particularly beady eyes. “Consumerist nonsense.”

El gives her a bit of a weird look. “Um–”

“It means they just overdo the lovey-dovey thing to get people to buy stuff,” Max adds, and El’s frown smooths itself out.

“Oh, okay. I was just going to say that I don’t know why there’s only one day out of the whole year to buy someone flowers.” She reaches out, touches a tentative finger to one of the petals on the nearest rose, and then immediately retracts her hand as the petal falls off and flutters slowly to the checkered tiles of the floor. “Oh no.”

Max bites back a laugh. “I bet those flowers have been sitting in storage since the beginning of the month.”

“I don’t get this holiday,” El says again, and shakes her head. “Why buy someone flowers that have been sitting outside for two weeks?”

“Again,” Max says, rolling her eyes at the 20% off! sign, “they just want to make money off this stuff. They don’t care about love.”

“Bullshit,” El says, so suddenly that Max can’t bite back a laugh in time to keep herself from giggling loudly, the sound ringing through the quiet of the store. Half an aisle over, a guy in a suit shoots her a glare. She pulls a face at him.

“Bull– yeah, I guess so,” she says, as El turns to study the display of chocolates on their other side. “So jaded already?”

“I don’t know what jaded means,” El muses, “but I think this holiday is bullshit.”

“Yeah, that’s– yeah,” Max nods. “You got it. Hey, if these chocolates are on sale, then maybe we should get some anyway.” She picks up a heart-shaped box and flips it over. “You’re not allergic to nuts, are you, El?”

“I don’t think so. Won’t Lucas buy you chocolates?” El asks, turning back around to give Max a curious look. “He’s your boyfriend.”

“Yeah, well,” Max sighs. “This whole thing is so cheesy. I don’t need him to buy me chocolates, I just need him to put up more of a fight before I beat him at Super Mario Bros. I swear it’s not even fun anymore.”

El wrinkles her nose. “At least it would be better than what Mike did.”

“Oh yeah?” Max raises her eyebrows, then puts the box of chocolates down. The handful of change in her pocket can be spent on better things than overpriced and over-marketed chocolate anyway. “What did Mike do?”

“He got me a card that said I like you.”

Max stares. “I like– you’re joking. Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Nope.” El pops the p, and gives Max a look like yeah, I know.

“Okay, well, good riddance,” Max snorts. “I���ll be praying for Will. Poor guy.”

“I think it probably helps to actually love the person you give the card to,” El says thoughtfully, which is a pretty good point, and Max honestly doesn’t have much to add to that. She gives another cursory glance over the piles of sickeningly-sweet flower displays, the rows upon rows of stuffed bears that all look exactly alike, and then her eyes land on a discount bag of M&Ms.

“Okay, well, I still want these,” she says as she grabs them. “M&Ms are good no matter the day. You want anything, El?”

El peers around the corner of the aisle, and her face lights up. “Reese’s!” she cheers, then disappears from view. “One second!”

Max sighs, tossing the bag of chocolate up and down in one hand as she waits. She can imagine it now, being one of those poor schmucks at school who get bombarded with tacky cards and flowers that are on the brink of collapse. Just another way to flaunt relationships that are equally on the brink of collapse, probably. No one goes through the motions of over-the-top, elaborate stuff like this unless they’re trying to compensate for something.

She thinks about it, for a fleeting second– being given roses at school. The secondhand embarrassment of it all. A teddy bear that’ll no doubt collect dust on her bookshelf for the next ten years. Cheesy greeting cards– be mine and hugs and kisses and–

“Ready to go?” El pops back into her field of vision, a bright orange package clutched in one hand.

Max blinks. “Yeah,” she says, then firmly banishes any thoughts of cheesy greeting cards from her mind. No, thank you. She’s fine with her discount chocolate– that she got herself, mind you. No consumerist bullshit for her this time. “Yeah, let’s head out. Maybe Mrs. Byers will let us use her employee discount again.”

—-

Max knows something is off the next morning before she even gets in the car.

“You look weird,” she frowns, in lieu of a greeting. “What’s with you?”

Lucas ignores her. “Good mooorning,” he says, long and drawn-out and not nearly as obnoxious as it should be. “Are you ready for today?”

Max slams the passenger door shut behind her and says, “Well, my history presentation is today. So, no.”

“You’re going to crush it,” Lucas says, even though they have different history teachers this year and of course Max got stuck with the nitpicky one. “World War II isn’t going to know what hit it.” He takes the car out of park, backs slowly away from the lot in front of the trailer, and onto the main road. “But come on, that’s not what I mean.”

Max raises her eyebrows. Look, she’s not dumb, okay. It’s February 14th and she’s dating Lucas Sinclair. She knows there’s only one place this conversation is leading to. “Oh yeah? Well, I heard they’re serving chicken nuggets in the cafeteria today,” she says anyway, just to be difficult.

Lucas indulges her. He always indulges her. “Well I’m ready for chicken nugget day,” he says, even though he shouldn’t be, because Max is certain they haven’t used chicken to make them since before Indiana was even a state. He reaches for her hand over the console and says, “You might have to drive me to the hospital after but it’ll be worth it.”

Max bites back a smile and looks out of the window before he can see. “Loser,” she says. It comes out too fond for her to have any hopes about hiding it, and even though the radio is blasting Madonna, she hears him laugh as he squeezes her hand.

She thinks he’s dropped it, or maybe he’s picked up on the hint and hastily canceled whatever it was he’d been planning, but of course, no such luck. “Okay, well,” he says, as they get out of the car and make their way up to the school. “Can I walk you to your locker at least?”

She stops in her tracks. It wouldn’t have been suspicious if he didn’t ask, because he always walks her to her locker before class starts, but now–

“No,” she decides, walking away as fast as her legs will allow. “Don’t you have Calculus to get to?”

He catches up to her easily. “Come on,” he grins, matching her pace effortlessly. “It’s–”

She holds a finger up to his face. “Don’t say it.”

Lucas holds both hands up in surrender. “I didn’t say anything!”

“You’re thinking something! I know it! You’re– you’re scheming and you’re– up to something, I don’t know. Up to no good.”

“Up to no good?” Lucas laughs. “What are you, fifty?”

“Shut up,” she says, and then they’re basically at her locker already, and his grin grows exponentially which leads her to believe that maybe this was the plan all along.

“You should open your locker,” Lucas says, leaning against the adjacent one and clearly trying his hardest to look blasé about the whole thing. “Just saying. Because your books are in there and stuff.”

“If I open this and something jumps out at me,” Max grumbles, spinning the combination lock. “I’m going to–”

She trails off. Stares.

“Um,” Lucas is saying, peering around the open locker door. “You’re going to– what?”

“Kill you,” she whispers, before reaching into her locker and pulling out the biggest fucking bouquet of roses she’s ever seen. “What the hell?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” Lucas smiles. There’s something a little nervous about it, like maybe he was worried that she had some deep, lifelong trauma rooted in the holiday and maybe she was about to start crying in the middle of the hallway. “Do you like them?”

She could lie and say no, just to keep up appearances, but that would be mean, probably. “Yeah,” Max says, feeling herself smile before she can help it. “What– how did you get my locker combination?”

Lucas waves a hand dismissively. “Dustin,” he says, like this explains everything. Maybe it does– she doesn’t know. She tries not to keep up with whatever they have going on, because the less she knows the better. “But seriously– do you like?”

“Of course,” Max says softly. They’re pink roses, the real kind, fragrant and fresh and not falling apart at the seams like the flowers that had been shedding all over the Melvald’s floor yesterday. She wonders where he got them. She wonders how much he paid for them. “They’re– how?”

“I have my ways,” and okay, apparently Lucas is a total man of mystery now, and Max does not care enough to find out what his ways are, because–

Oh, these flowers are gorgeous. Like actually, genuinely, mind-blowingly gorgeous.

“You got me flowers,” she says, more to herself than Lucas, like maybe stating this fact as just that– a fact– will make it easier to comprehend.

He got her flowers. A lot of flowers.

Apparently Max Mayfield is, after all, one of the poor schmucks being given flowers at school.

“Well, I figured you’d think the red ones are dumb,” Lucas goes on, blissfully ignorant of the way Max can literally feel her entire face turning hotter than the inside of an oven. “And I know you like red, but they're red roses, which I know you’d think are tacky, so I figured these would be more your speed. More subtle. More– uh. Max?”

She blinks. “Huh?”

“Are you okay?” Lucas frowns, waving a hand in front of her face. “You haven’t blinked in, like, a minute.”

Max is definitely very, very red now. “I’m fine,” she gets out, “it’s just– thank you. These are nice.”

“Oh.” The tension slips away from Lucas’ shoulders, and he stands up a little straighter. Puffs his chest out just a bit, which makes her laugh. “Good. I’m glad.”

“I might just– leave them here for now, though.” She motions to the locker and tucks the flowers back inside. “If that’s okay.”

“Fine by me,” Lucas grins, then slings an easy arm over her shoulder. “Now about your history presentation–”

—-

And Max isn’t stupid, per se, but maybe it wasn’t the smartest of her to assume that it would end there. At lunch, Max is about to resign herself to her fate of a pathetically soggy peanut butter and jelly sandwich, when Lucas’ grinning face pops up in front of her.

“Hey!”

“Jesus Christ,” she gasps, and Mike snickers softly as she jumps.

“No,” Lucas says, pointing at himself. “Lucas.”

Max peels back the cling film around her sandwich with a growing sense of trepidation. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“Oh, no reason,” Lucas says, and so obviously Max does not believe him in the slightest. He’s got both hands behind his back, and Will is next to him stifling a laugh into his hand, and Max doesn’t trust Lucas as is but she especially doesn’t trust him if Will is involved.

“Could someone just tell me–”

Lucas sets a plastic tupperware container in front of her. “Ta-da!”

Max frowns. “What’s this?”

“Well maybe if you opened it,” Mike starts, and then she elbows him and he lets out a sharp, offended gasp. “Ow!”

“Shut up,” she says, peeling off the lid of the box. And then, “Lucas.”

He grins. “Yes?”

What the fuck. Max reaches into the box and pulls out the most perfect cupcake she’s seen in all seventeen years of her existence. “Did you– did you bake me a cupcake?”

Lucas scratches the back of his neck with one hand and says, “It’s from a box mix but. Technically, yes.”

“And it’s–”

“Red velvet!” Lucas announces, and he’s definitely being a little smug about it now, but Max supposes it’s probably deserved, with the way she’s been staring at this thing for the past forty seconds. “Um. Your favorite.”

“I–”

No one’s ever baked her anything before. She figures that no one’s really had any reason to, before Lucas, but that means it’s something that hadn’t even been on her radar of things that you can do for other people until now, which also means that she’s been staring at this damn thing long enough for Mike Wheeler to reach across her and try to scrape some of the frosting off the top.

That spurs her into action. She swats his wrist away. “Hey! Get your own!”

“I don’t have my own,” Mike pouts dejectedly. He looks over at Will. “Can you make me a cupcake?”

Will sets a second tupperware down in front of Mike. “One step ahead of you,” he laughs, “but you ruined the surprise.”

Mike’s mouth drops open, then closes, then opens again, in an excellent impression of a goldfish. “What–”

“Will came over last night,” Lucas announces, and they both have identical grins on their faces now. “While El and Max were off wreaking havoc on the poor city of Hawkins.”

“We went to catch a movie,” El chimes in, shoveling baby carrots into her mouth. “Hawkins is fine.”

“I can’t believe you,” Max hisses, because this is the second time Lucas has made her turn redder than a beetroot today.

Lucas just grins wider. “You love me,” he says, linking their fingers together across the cafeteria table.

“Gross,” Mike gags next to her, and then Will touches a hand to his wrist and he falls blessedly silent.

“You were saying, Wheeler?”

“Oh, shut up.”

—-

Max thought that maybe going home would mean an end to her suffering, but apparently not.

She frowns. Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic. It’s not like the roses and the desserts and the cheesy greeting card Lucas had pressed into her hands before dropping her off are hurting anybody. She rolls over onto her side in bed, hours later after dinner and homework and when she’s done boiling herself alive in the shower, and stares at the card where she’s propped it up on her desk. 

I love you bear-y much, it reads, with the most ridiculous cartoon illustration of a bear behind it. So ridiculous, in fact, that she knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that he’d totally just picked it out to see the look on her face when he gave it to her. And it must have worked, and she totally gave him exactly the reaction he’d been looking for, because he’d laughed for, like, a solid three minutes after pulling up in front of her place.

“This is so stupid,” she’d said in the car, fighting back a laugh with every molecule in her body, and it’s true– it is stupid, maybe one of the most stupid things she’s ever seen– but suddenly her cheeks hurt and there’s something warm and fuzzy and gross bubbling up inside her chest, and she’s smiling.

“What the hell,” she whispers aloud, horrified, hiding her face in her pillow like there’s anyone around to witness her throwing all sense of morality to the wind and partaking in stupid greeting card traditions.

Clink.

Max sits straight up in bed. There’s a noise from the window, like someone’s tapping on it, but there’s no one there.

She frowns. What? Maybe it was a stray gust of wind, or a tree branch, or–

Clink.

A pebble comes flying at her windowpane, so small that she barely even sees it, then bounces off harmlessly.

“What–”

Lucas Sinclair is standing outside her bedroom window, waving like a maniac. “Hi,” he says, as soon as she gets the window open. “Are you busy?”

“Lucas?” Max looks down at her pajama pants and t-shirt, one she’s had for so long that she’s started to wear holes in it. “No, I was just– what the hell are you doing?”

“Being romantic,” Lucas says simply. “I was going to bring a boombox and blast something cheesy but I figured maybe waking up your mom and the entire community was less romantic and more asshole-y.”

“Asshole-y is not a word,” she says, in a meager attempt at a distraction from the smile breaking across her face. “You could have just knocked. At the front door.”

Lucas makes a face. “But that’s boring. Now are you going to come outside or do I need to climb through your window again?”

“You’re ridiculous,” Max decides, even as she swings one leg through the open window, shaking her head. “You are so ridiculous.”

“You’re laughing,” Lucas says gleefully. Her feet hit the grass and she shivers slightly, the ground gone icy with the February chill.

“Yeah, so?”

“And you’re also cold,” he says, and then he’s shrugging his jacket off and holding it out. It’s his varsity jacket, the one he has on almost every day. She’d never tell him, but she loves wearing it because it’s already a little big on him which means it’s huge on her and maybe the most comfortable thing she’s ever put on. 

She accepts the proffered jacket without a fuss, which is maybe out of the ordinary for today, but whatever. “Someone’s being real gentlemanly today.”

“Please. I’m always a gentleman,” and he says it kind of laughingly, but it’s not a joke. Not really. Lucas is the most gentle person she knows, and he brought her flowers and baked her cupcakes and gave her the most stupid card ever, and–

“Thank you,” she says earnestly, tucking the jacket in around herself.

Lucas shuffles his feet on the grass. “I know you’re cold,” he starts, “so I won’t stay too long. I just wanted to see you.”

“You wanted to see me?” Max stares. “You saw me all day at school. And you picked me up and dropped me off and–”

“I meant just you,” Lucas corrects, tugging her arms down from where she’s got them wrapped around herself, twisting their fingers together. “No rush. No first period bell. No basketball practice in the way.”

“I,” Max starts, throat gone completely, embarrassingly dry. God, she’s dating this guy, and she has been for forever, so why the hell is she still getting so flustered? “Really?”

“Uh, yeah?” Lucas says it like a question, like it’s obvious. “And I know Valentine’s Day isn’t your thing because you think it’s totally stupid, which is fine, because you’re kind of right, but– I don’t know. All I could think about all day was how lucky I am to be dating you.”

Jesus Christ. This is not a good look for her. If Mike ever asks, Max kept her composure, and was calm and collected and as totally cool as a cucumber.

“Really?” she squeaks, just a little bit, because the unfortunate reality of the situation is that she is not as cool as a cucumber and is, instead, as warm as– something that’s very warm. “You– really?”

Lucas laughs lightly. “Yes, really,” he says, thankfully ignoring her sudden combustion into a thousand little Max-shaped pieces. “And I’m sorry if the flowers and everything was over the top and they were so cheesy, but I literally just could not help myself.”

Max shakes her head. “No,” she says, warm and fuzzy and so happy that it’s threatening to spill over and out of her entirely. “No, it’s– I loved them,” she admits softly. “I did. They were lame and corny but I loved them. Even the bear card,” she adds, and he laughs again. “But holy shit, Lucas, you gave me so many things.”

“You deserve lots of things,” Lucas says. “Lots of good, corny, cheesy things.”

“I’m going to need you to shut up now,” Max says, then promptly buries her face in his chest. He doesn’t even seem fazed by the impact, solid and steady and unmoving as she wraps her arms around him. “But happy Valentine’s Day, stalker.”

She hears him laugh, somewhere above her. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says, and kisses her on top of her head. “I love you.”

[oatmealdaydreams]

MRIH is Something, Huh?

I'm half-tempted to write a crackfic about Hades meeting a gen-z/zoomer. The zoomer is one the who gives Hades an existential crisis, just like he gave Homer.

Idk the boundaries for this series, so idk if I'll write it. Let me know if y'all find out if the cast & crew are okay with fanfics and such.

If it is okay for fanfics to be written, it will entirely be a crackfic with nothing but Hades and a random zoomer oc. No pairings, just random chaos.

ANYWAY: back to your regularly scheduled nonsense :D

(@thatsthat24 -> what are the boundaries for fanfics, etc. with My Roommate is Hades, if you don't mind me asking?)

[iersei]

okay! i think that's the general housekeeping finished for now! back to your regularly scheduled nonsense -

[starless-aria]

Okay, bad vibes have been resolved, back to your regularly scheduled nonsense-

[snowyrey]

okay for some reason y’all seem to enjoy my brainrot- thank you for that ^^

lowkey this is probs gonna become my actual secondary social media outlet, cuz i barely use twitter and i’ve effectively abandoned my instagram page lol-

ANYWAYS that aside uhhh if i hit 1k, i wanna try doing something to celebrate- not sure what exactly, maybe an art raffle or smth??? i dunno lol

but hey, i’ll have plenty of time to think of something ^^

anyways, back to your regularly scheduled nonsense bRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

[berenwrites]

Beyond the Battle - Chapter 40 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Beyond the Battle­: Action & Consequence

A/N: Apologies for this being so late - I was hoping to get it finished Thur evening, but I twisted my wrist while opening a quiche (don't laugh 😝) and couldn't type. It was okay again by the next day, but it threw off my writing schedule because we had my husband's nephew down from Friday to Sunday. He's going to uni near us in Sept, so we were showing him round.

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Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin

Rating: Teen

A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it's still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.

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Chapter 40.    The Realities of Hawkins

For a moment there was absolute silence. Steve was pretty sure he would have been able to hear a pin drop. Owens seemed to have the dramatic pause down perfectly.

“We didn’t jump through your hoops and come here for hyperbole,” Ted Wheeler said loudly as several other people commented their surprise, although not as brashly.

Of course Nancy’s father would assume that. Steve knew the man had a rod up his ass.

“No hyperbole,” Owens said, lifting his hands in a small gesture for quiet, “a simple statement of fact. The phenomena which caused so much damage to Hawkins have nothing to do with tectonic movements and were not an earthquake. Had the young people in this room, along with Jim Hopper and Joyce Byers not done what they did, the fissures would have eventually spread beyond this town as our reality was invaded by another one.”

“Another reality?” this time it was Lucas’ dad who got a question in before Ted could pipe up again.

“There is another dimension, a world if you will,” Owens explained, “which almost touches our own in this location. Because the barrier is so thin here, gates can be formed to allow things to pass from one to the other.”

“We call it the Upside Down,” Dustin piped up.

“What a ridiculous name,” Ted Wheeler muttered.

“It’s because if you go through a gate, it’s Hawkins but everything is upside down. You fall to the floor,” Mike defended the choice.

“Hawkins Labs was studying the phenomenon in 1983 when Will Byers disappeared. A creature from the Upside Down came into this reality, took him, and trapped him on the other side,” Owens went on, flicking the switch on his projector as he did so. “Regrettably, those in charge of the project at the time chose to cover up the disappearance rather than seeking to solve it.”

Steve was a little shocked when a drawing of a Demogorgon appeared on the screen, even as he recognised the spin Owens was going for. It seemed the man was not pulling any punches while also making sure the blame was squarely on Brenner’s shoulders.

“The official title for this lifeform is unhelpful, so we have adopted the children’s term for it,” Owens said as half the room stared at the illustration in horror. “This is a Demogorgon.”

“Total nonsense,” Ted said, standing up. “That is a drawing from a comic book. I don’t know what games are being played here, but I have heard enough.”

Steve watched Owens share a glance with El, clearly there was a plan for this. El held out her hand and the coffee table that had been pushed to the side rose into the air. She floated it to in front of where everyone was sitting and placed it gently back on the ground.

“Thank you for that demonstration, El,” Owens said with a smile.

“Now parlour tricks,” Nancy’s father spluttered.

“Sit down and shut your pie hole, Ted,” Hopper said in a flat, no-nonsense tone, “until you know what you’re talking about.”

“Ted, sit down,” Karen hissed at her husband when he didn’t immediately move.

“It is not a parlour trick, Mr Wheeler,” El said politely. “I could lift you to prove it if you would like.”

Ted sat down, shaking his head.

“As you can see,” Owens went on with his presentation, “El has uncommon abilities. Moving things with her mind is only one of her gifts, closing interdimensional gates is another. El was an unfortunate victim of my predecessor’s obsession with such abilities.”

“El was a prisoner in the lab,” Mike piped up. “She escaped after Will was taken and helped us get him back.”

“Thanks to the children, El was kept safe and was able to send the Demogorgon back to the Upside Down, unfortunately to the detriment of her own health,” Owens took up the explanation once again. “So much so that we all believed she had died. Luckily for all of us she had simply been displaced and was found and protected by Chief Hopper.”

“And you have all known about this since 1983?” Charles Sinclair asked, looking over to where everyone in the know was gathered.

“A simple show of hands?” Owens suggested. “Please would everyone who was involved in the Upside Down in 1983 raise their hand.”

Steve put his hand up, along with Nancy and Jonathan, Hopper and Joyce and all the kids except Erica.

“I was brought in to maintain Hawkins Labs after it was believed that my predecessor had been killed by the Demogorgon,” Owens added. “At the time it was a containment operation, because the gate to the Upside Down was still open and we had no way to close it. Unfortunately, in 1984, creatures from there once again broke into our Hawkins.”

The man removed the image of the Demogorgon and placed a slide of a photograph in its place. Steve slipped his hand into Robin’s as the image of a gate made him go cold. It reminded him too much of being pulled through the bottom of the lake.

“This is a gate,” Owens explained. “All we could do at the time was burn back any contamination which came through. However, unknown to us, there was another fissure. Creatures known as demodogs,” Owens changed the slide again, “which we now know to be an immature form of a Demogorgon, invaded Hawkins.”

“There were lots of them,” Dustin said.

“Fortunately, the creatures from the Upside Down operate as a hive mind,” Owens continued. “They require a link back to the Upside Down to sustain themselves. Once again, thanks to the efforts of those present, the demodogs were kept in check long enough for El to once again risk her life, this time closing the gate. Once cut off from the Upside Down, the creatures remaining on this side of the gate died. At the time, we had hoped that would be the end of it.”

“But it wasn’t,” Claudia said, looking at her son.

“Unfortunately, not,” Owens agreed. “Next came Starcourt.”

“The fire had something to do with this Upside Down?” Ted Wheeler asked, and at least he seemed to be buying into the explanation now.

“Oh yeah,” Robin said, squeezing Steve’s fingers.

He could see Robin’s parents both looking at her now.

“Mayor Kline was not simply corrupt, he was also a traitor to his country,” Owens revealed. “Starcourt was a Russian infiltration operation to exploit Hawkins’ connection to the Upside Down.”

“Russians, in Hawkins?” Ted actually sounded like he was on board at that.

Steve almost wanted to laugh, of course that would be what got to Ted Wheeler, but it was only an almost. He felt Robin move closer to his side.

“How did you let that happen?” Ted then demanded, which was much more like him.

“Not my department,” Owens replied simply with a smile. “I was tasked with incursions from another dimension, not for a foreign power. The Russians used the new mall as a cover for the power they required to run a machine with which they opened their own gate to the Upside Down.”

“So, was that how you found them?” Robin’s mom asked.

“I wish that were true,” Owens said, “but no, we were unaware of the danger in Hawkins until the fire.”

“Then who..?” Lucas’ mom asked.

Dustin, Erica, Robin and Steve shared a glance and slowly put up their hands.

“How on earth?” Robin’s dad said.

“I was working with Steve at Scoops,” Robin jumped in, “and when Dustin came back from camp, he told Steve he picked up a transmission. It was in Russian. I translated is, but it was a code. Then Steve realised the sound we could hear in the background was one of the ride on horses in the mall. That made the code kind of obvious.”

Steve gave her a look for that, because it definitely hadn’t been obvious. Robin was selling herself short.

“We found an elevator,” Erica piped up, “not that we knew it was an elevator until we were in it. It took us down to a base under Hawkins where we found the Russians using a machine to open a gate.”

“Why didn’t you come straight back up?” her mom demanded.

“The elevator needed a keycard,” Steve finally spoke up. “We were trying to find one when they realised we were there.”

“They caught you?” Erica’s mom sounded horrified, almost exactly the same way his mom had done.

“Steve and Robin held a door so me and Erica could get away,” Dustin said, before Steve could answer that question.

“But you still came back for us, even when we told you to go get help,” he responded, giving Dustin a look.

“There wasn’t time,” Dustin replied. “They would have killed you by the time we got back.”

“Yeah,” Erica agreed. “I mean look at the state you were in when we found you anyway.”

Steve did his very best to make shushing motions without it being too obvious, but by then it was too late. The only parents who needed those details were his and Robin’s, but now there were questioning looks on all faces. Only belatedly did he realise he and Robin were now so close it was like they were trying to merge into one. Robin’s grip on his hand was like a vice.

“Unfortunately, the Russian experimentation had allowed something from the Upside Down through,” Owens took up the story again, taking the focus off them. “For some time before the Scoops Troop,” Steve was surprised the man knew that name, “discovered what was going on under the mall, an entity we refer to as The Mind Flayer started to invade Hawkins. As far as we can tell, it infected Billy Hargrove first, after which he brought it more victims, each mind controlled and sent back into Hawkins to work for the Mind Flayer. Most of those listed as lost in the mall fire, were in fact absorbed by this entity. Its aim was to kill El and all those helping her to prevent anyone being able to stop it.”

Steve’s eyes zeroed in on Max’s mom at the mention of Billy. She was sitting ramrod straight and staring at Owens in a fixed manner.

“There was a showdown at the mall in which the youngsters held off the Mind Flayer while Hopper and Joyce attempted to shut down the Russian machinery to close the gate and cut off the monster the Mind Flayer had created,” Owens continued.

“Mom,” Max spoke up, “Billy sacrificed himself to save El and give us more time. At the end, he beat it.”

Max’s mom looked at her daughter and let out a sob. Max was over to her mom in a second, and Robin’s mom who was sitting next to the poor woman turned to help as well.

“We all believed Hopper was killed in the resulting backblast when the Russian machine was disabled,” Owens continued in what Steve suspected was an effort to give Max’s mom the illusion of privacy.

“What did happen to you?” Lucas’ dad asked, looking at Hopper.

“Russians,” was all Hopper said, apparently as unwilling to talk about it as Steve was.

“So, if the Russian gate was closed,” Robin’s dad asked, “who opened another one? I assume that’s what happened recently.”

“Not quite,” Owens replied. “What we did not realise until the death of Chrissy Cunningham…”

Steve looked over to where Eddie was standing among his friends. He saw the way Gareth put his arm around him at the mention of what had started everything this time.

“…was everything that had transpired was being caused not by a faceless entity from the Upside Down, but by a man,” Owens continued to explain. “Henry Creel, son of Victor Creel, was gifted like El.” He changed the slide to a picture of the Creel family. “While my predecessor believed him to be deceased, he had in fact been translocated to the Upside Down, where he joined with the hive mind of the creatures there and took it over. The murders that occurred this spring were his work as he used them to open gates to our Hawkins. When he succeeded in murdering four children, the Upside Down began to break into our reality.”

“Four?” Robin’s mom said, looking up from where she was still helping Susan. “I thought there were only three.”

“I was the last,” Max said quietly. “I died for a little while until El brought me back.”

“This is crazy,” Ted Wheeler said and to Steve he sounded as if he was genuinely having trouble processing what he was being told.

“Tell us about it,” Eddie commented.

“And what part did you play in this?” Ted asked, apparently having decided that Eddie would do as a target for his frustration.

Steve had had enough.

“He died,” he snapped. “Eaten alive by mutant bats while distracting them so they didn’t get to Dustin or into Hawkins.”

It was blunt, it was graphic, and he had the pleasure of seeing Ted Wheeler go pale.

“Died?” Claudia said, hand over her mouth is horror.

“Got brought back by Vecna as a minion, luckily for me these guys ended him for good and pulled my sorry ass back to the real world,” Eddie said, much more gently with his eyes on Dustin’s distressed mom.

“Who’s Vecna?” Charles Sinclair asked.

“Henry Creel,” Lucas replied. “Before we knew who he was, we called him Vecna. Nancy and Robin figured out who he was for us later.”

“We were trying to kill him before he could get to Max,” Erica explained, “but Jason Carver and his goons got in the way. If the adults in this town hadn’t let the sanctimonious moron off his leash the fissures never would have opened.”

Steve watched a couple of guilty looks being exchanged.

“We managed to hurt him,” Nancy finally spoke up, “but we couldn’t kill him. Not until El, Hopper and the Byers all returned to town. After the town was evacuated, we helped El finish him off.”

“What about the army?” her father asked.

“They got in the way,” Joyce said in a very derisive tone, “so we worked around them.”

“Unfortunately, the man in charge of the operation at that point was the same one who attacked this house the day before yesterday,” Owens revealed. “He was of the opinion El was the danger, refusing to believe the evidence about Henry Creel, even when it was right in front of him.”

“He wanted to arrest us for saving the world,” Dustin said, clearly never going to be over that part.

“Luckily I was in time to prevent that,” Owens continued. "The attack on the Harringtons’ home was his last-ditch attempt to eradicate the threat he believes El poses, even though she is the only reason we are all standing here today.”

“Man was crackers,” Will spoke up for the first time and had everyone nodding along with him.

“Mad as a box of frogs,” Wayne agreed.

“You have all been given this information because your children deserve your love and support,” Owens said, looking around the room and meeting all the shellshocked eyes.

“Why now?” Erica and Lucas’ mom asked. “Why not when this all started.”

“There have always been factions within the government who wish to suppress all information about the Upside Down and everything associated with it,” Owens replied. “They held sway on who was and who was not allowed to be read in. However, after the latest fiasco, those of us who do not agree with this policy have the upper hand. We believe there is only one way to protect those who have saved us times and again, and that is to be very loud and specific with the cover story for everything the world has witnessed happening here. We wish to name all those involved and have them recognised as the heroes they are so they will be too high profile for shady government organisations to touch.”

“What?” Steve said at almost exactly the same time as everyone else in their group expressed similar reactions.

No one had mentioned that, but when he looked towards his mom, it was clear she had known this was coming. Thinking about it, it had her fingerprints all over it.

“Wouldn’t that make the kids bigger targets?” Karen Wheeler asked.

“They already are targets,” Steve’s mom spoke up now. “Be under no illusions, the government has files on all our children and probably us too. The only way to ensure their safety is to make them too high profile to touch. I would not be putting my faith in this plan if I did not believe it was the only way. Our kids have been facing this mess without our support because shadowy men in suits decided we were not allowed to know what they were going through. This way they never get to dictate to our families again.”

It was probably way more complicated than that, but Steve could see what his mom was doing. He could also see how her good reputation in Hawkins was perfect for the role she had chosen in this. Even Ted Wheeler looked as if he was coming on side.

“Look,” his mom went on, “I am sure you all have questions and there are things we all need to talk about, but there is food and wine for those who think they need it. If you’re anything like me, you probably also want to hug your kids right now too.”

That got everyone moving. Steve was loath to give up Robin’s hand, but her parents made a beeline for her, so he reluctantly did. He really didn’t expect to be swept into a hug along with her. It seemed the latter part of the afternoon was full of surprises.

End of Chapter 40

Chapter 41

[jaggedwolf]

pll rewatch 2x22

The episode with all the dads (Tom doesn’t count) and Rosewood’s yearly father-daughter dances that we’ll never hear about again. Are the mothers and sons glad to escape this nonsense, I wonder.

Hanna and Emily discuss Maya, while turning Hanna's bedside lamp off and on. We’re still discussing this in terms of wow is this a breakup instead of huh runaway teen, dangers abound.

Melissa is terrible in this car scene with Spencer. She confesses to sending Ali angry texts because Ali flirted with Ian (that was a 14/15 year old to your 20/21, insane to be threatened by that and not concerned) and then she goes on about how Ian totally didn’t kill Ali

Regardless of what sins Ian did or did not commit on Labor Day night, he did very much assault and try to kill Spencer in the church! No commentary about that huh Melissa. 

Should we have a running Worst Older Sibling in Rosewood award. Got to give Aria this much, she’ll never win that award. 

Ella asks Aria to keep secret her meeting with Ezria and it’s so gross. 

As a friend said, Ezria is not what Aria deserves but it is very much what Byron and Ella deserve for the way they treat Aria.

When I watched this show in high school I don’t think I cared or even noticed how often Byron and Ella are unaligned and refusing to communicate but on this rewatch I am regularly deranged by their behaviour

Ashley offers to take Hanna to the father-daughter dance, which Hanna accepts. Very cute of them, but of course this cannot happen. 

Spencer desperately does not want Melissa to be A and in return she has Melissa saying hey our dad is sketchy for sure

In my notes I’ve written “Peter sucks but Nolan North”. It’s true. I have a soft spot for Peter out of all the bad dads because he is the funnest bad dad, like how Noel Kahn is funnest bad teenage dude, but also because I’m like aw, Nathan Drake is here.

Ashley & Wilden have their secret meeting....in the middle of Main street? Morons. You live in a suburb, go meet in an empty parking lot.

Mike went to therapy and became the most well-adjusted Montgomery, at least for now. This teenage boy does not deserve his family being this silly. 

Pam is doing a charity run in Texas and I remember that, oh yeah, Pam runs. Fields are probably the most athletic of the families. I don’t think we ever hear of Veronica or Melissa playing any sports.

Wayne tried to run away in high school and I have many questions. Did he have a bad boy phase? I like that Emily only learns this when it’s relevant, unlike Hanna’s familiarity with Ashley’s teenage difficulties. 

Spencer ransacks her dad’s desk for clues, finding one before Melissa shows up. 

When Spencer storms past Melissa to leave her dad’s office, the camera moves with Melissa’s turn but also downwards to include two photographs on Peter’s desk — teenage Spencer in a field hockey uniformed, the frame saying Happy Father’s Day, and a black-and-white photo of two little girls that are clearly meant to be Spencer and Melissa. Great touch.

Wayne gets an army bonus to his charisma check when he and Emily talk to the bus station worker who simply wants to eat lunch, not answer questions. The way this guy is talking implies he hasn’t been asked about Maya before, so what the hell are Rosewood PD doing?

Emily was even truthful with the cops about what Maya’s proclaimed plans were. 

Hanna tosses her phone into the sudsy sink rather than risk Ashley handing it over to Wilden. 

Hanna commits so much wastage in this kitchen, it always makes me wince, but Ashley, my friend, you could’ve grabbed that phone out as soon as Hanna stormed off, those few seconds still leave you with a chance of the phone surviving.

Emily and Wayne meet outside the father-daughter dance, Emily in a red dress and Wayne in a dress uniform. They are very sweet here, as they usually are.

Wayne is getting deployed back to Afghanistan and I get  distracted wondering about US military deployment schedules in 2011. Okay, Wayne was last on an eight-month deployment, returning in late September 2010. We’re in March 2011 now. He’s been stateside for at most six months. 

This doesn’t appear as strange as I initially thought — in early 2011, the US is involved in both Iraq and Afghanistan. The deployment-to-dwell time ratios were not great.

...I hope Wayne Fields is doing okay with all this...unfortunately I suspect all members of the Fields family have similar coping strategies...

Hanna shows up to the dance to tell the girls Ashley is digging too much into A shit, Mona comes up with a questionable plan, and Hanna lingers after in a sea of fathers and daughters to give us another great shot. 

We have the usual themes for Byron and Aria. Byron is gross about Aria being his little girl forever, Aria is still mad at him for not endorsing her relationship with a grown man, yada yada

But IIRC he’s under the impression that Aria is dating Holden and hasn’t talked to Ezra since she got grounded, so he must be so ??? at Aria being mad at him. 

Aria lies to Ashley and I continue to be confused about the police documents Mona showed Hanna and Ashley discovered. 

In the previous episode, the show frames it as evidence Ashley slept with Wilden to get Hanna out of shoplifting charges. Here, it is a mere police report that Aria can claim she photoshopped, a very bad lie Ashley doesn’t believe for a second.

Spencer finds a folder of photos of Ali and yells at her dad once about the $15k, to which Peter finally confesses that he hired a PI to investigate Ali’s disappearance, because he was scared someone he cared about was involved. 

Spencer probes further, Peter says the someone was Melissa, given the angry texts

Oh, and Peter learned that someone (read: A) stole his gun, so the cops are here.

Melissa runs off to Philly, not before offering her condo as a refuge to Spencer. I know you’re hard up on options here Spence, but don’t take her up on that.

Ella & Ashley discuss the girls’ fear and lies, as Ella once more expounds her belief that the best thing to do is nothing.

The liars head over to Brookhaven, finding a block where every store is closed, only for Aria to put on the red coat and get mistaken for Vivian Darkbloom. I’ll have more to say on that later, but for now, have a convincing shot of Aria in that coat.

The A tag this week is A retrieving the Rosewood Observer, which declares Maya as officially Missing.

[princess-self-shipping]

Okay spam is done back to your regularly scheduled- *gets nabbed mid sentence and dragged into corporate nonsense*

[frodo-with-glasses]

Just messing around.