Just when we thought we could safely and unanimously present the “Most Dysfunctional Family in All of Pennsylvania” award to the DiLaurentis clan, The House of Hastings, never to be outdone, swept in from left field and reminded us all that they don’t take kindly to being 2nd best at anything. Remember when we thought our biggest familial problem was Pam Fields struggling for a whopping 3 episodes with Emily’s sexuality (made even funnier when flashing forward to Season 6 and her making plans to mingle with bougie local lesbians over cucumber sandwiches)? Ahh. Those were simpler times.
This has caused Kate and myself to pick over everything potentially loaded, mysterious, or sketchy that the Hastings have done with a fine-toothed comb (although let’s be real, we’ll be lucky if we finish a task that size by next year, let alone over the next 9 weeks..) But ever-inspired by the amazing theorists we’ve encountered, we’re going to try our best to raise some points that are now striking us as especially odd, and maybe generate some solid leads.
Earlier today at work I was watching 5x01 on my phone (I’m expecting my “Employee of the Year” award in the mail any day now), and an exchange between Melissa (who I’ve never quite trusted since she not only stole Aria’s fro-yo, but also had the audacity to talk with her mouth full while eating it… am I maybe a little too passionate about ice cream?) and Peter (whose fertility prowess apparently gives Miracle Gro a run for its money), that damn-near haunted me in a way that never particularly hit me before.
Sorry, this one took me forever and a day to write. It’s also an insanely long chapter, but I couldn’t figure out where to break it.
BLINDSPOT COMES BACK TONIGHT. Totally chill here, though, no biggie. JELLER GALORE. Ahem. Oh, who am I kidding? LET THE FLAILING COMMENCE.
The night was dark and cold. Jane and Roman moved down the
utility road until they could cut through a small bit of woods. The abandoned
fields of the farm lay overgrown and impassable to one side. They skirted along
the edge, moving silently through the night, concentrating on their footing in
the faint light from the moon.
This far from the city, there was less ambient light, and in
the cloudless sky, the stars seemed to have multiplied. In other circumstances,
Jane would have stopped to marvel at them. But tonight she could spare them
little more than a cursory glance, mentally counting off distances in her head
and comparing the shadowy contours around her to the map in her memory.
Roman followed close behind her, his footfalls like hers
nearly silent. They communicated effortlessly without words, and Jane was able to
release one bit of worry. She and Roman hadn’t worked together in the field
since losing their memories. But it was clear that their instincts regarding
the other were true as they circled around the perimeter of the silo property,
checking for sentries and cameras.
omg the Stoutland line is a seriously under-appreciated Pokémon line, I can’t believe it took me till gen 7 to realise this. I traveled around Alola almost solely on the back of a giant sniffy Yorkshire terrier and it was the best <3