bet you all thought i was dead

Heathers the Musical: A Summary
  • Beautiful: i fuckin hate this place jk now I’m hot and popular
  • Candy Store: the Schuyler Sisters + evil
  • Fight For Me: dAAAAAAaaaaamn
  • Freeze Your Brain: tragic backstory™
  • Big Fun: my first week of college in a nutshell
  • Dead Girl Walking: sexytimes
  • The Me Inside of Me: wait now she’s somehow MORE popular
  • Blue: fuckboys perpetrate rape culture
  • Our Love is God: “i worship you” awwww “i worship you” cool bUT IT’S STILL MURDER J.D.
  • Prom or Hell: my bf is a triple murderer but he’s hot as fuck soooo
  • My Dead, Gay Son: our sons were gay and whoops so are we
  • Seventeen: murder is probably a no no
  • Shine a Light: oversharing teacher + snappy choreo = still uncomfortable
  • Lifeboat: bitchy cheerleader revealed to be cinnamon roll
  • Shine a Light Reprise: “what the fuck heather” -Heather D. “what the FUCK heather?!!?!” -audience
  • Kindergarten Boyfriend: we’re supposed to feel bad for her but also she kept a scab in a locket?? + more suicide
  • Yo Girl: scariest song in the show tbh
  • Meant to be Yours: VERONICA openthe opentheDOOR plEAse
  • Dead Girl Walking Reprise: surprise bitch, bet you thought you’d seen the last of me
  • I Am Damaged: i would die for you and now im gonna*BOOm*
  • Seventeen Reprise: fuck you all and lets go watch The Princess Bride
Tricks (Part 1)

Request: Hello! How are you? Could I request a Joker x Reader where the he and his friends are arguing about who the most attractive/best with the ladies is and joker ends up betting he can seduce the reader. They fall in love but then reader finds out it was all a bet. Sort of a ‘10 things I hate about you’ scenario haha Thanks lovie

A/N: I COMPLETELY fell in love with this idea this is cute AS FUCK. Part 1 of ??

Pairing: Joker x reader 

Summary: Joker makes a bet he can seduce the reader but finds out he’s met his match. 

Warnings: Sexual implications? Probably swearing? Joker stuff. 

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

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Title: Better Than Her

Title: Better Than Her

Type: angst

Characters: Reader X Yuta

Word Count: 1755

Summary: It’s already been 7 months but he’s still not over his ex

A/N: yall i was bored and felt angsty for some reason so i decided to write this with yuta. I hope it’s angsty enough for angst-loving binches like me 😅

hope you’ll enjoy it tho 💕💕

-Ken

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Bet you thought you were all gonna grow old together, sitting around the table at Sunday dinner, happily ever after. No. It doesn’t work like that, Rick… 

                                                                            Not anymore.

Best Served Cold

If Obito were even ten seconds slower, he’d have been too late.

It all happens in a blur; the moment he swings himself up onto the edge of the balcony, his eye catches on a slim figure in dark clothes, just approaching the wide glass doors with their covering of steel grills. In the same moment, there’s a spark of red across black cloth, all but invisible in the night. Across the busy street, on one of the top floors of an office building, light dances across cold metal, and Obito doesn’t even try to shout a warning. He hurls himself across the balcony with every ounce of speed he has and tackles the figure just as they reach for the lock.

In the same instant, there’s a muffled pop, and a bullet slams through the thick glass.

“God damn it!” Obito’s captive hisses, but Obito wraps an arm around her waist and leaps for the far edge of the terrace. Another pop, another bullet, and this one is even closer as it slams into stone, showering them with chips of stone. With a snarl of warning, Obito shoves his target around the corner, pushing her down, and whirls to bring his own gun up. There’s no time to aim, no chance to actually hit the bastard when Obito doesn’t have a rifle and scope with him, but he eyeballs it, squeezes the trigger, and dives after the woman as another shot cracks the stone where he’s been standing. At the same moment, glass cracks with a shattering crash across the street, and Obito pushes the target hard, trying to get her moving towards the far side of the building.

“Go!” he urges, and with an irritated huff she scampers along the narrow ledge, grabs a zip line between gloved hands, and vaults over the side of the museum. Obito shoves his gun back into its holster and follows her, landing lightly in the statuary garden behind the building. The woman is nowhere to be seen, but a maintenance gate is standing just a little ajar, and Obito wriggles through the gap, emerging into the lush darkness of the botanical garden that abuts the museum.

“You know,” he says into the darkness, more than a little annoyed, “thank you is generally what people say in this kind of situation.”

“My diamonds,” the woman says instead, a mournful lament, and Obito rolls his eyes as he steps into the small pagoda that overlooks a decorative pond.

Sniper, Rin,” he reminds her, exasperated. “Aiming for your head. Priorities, please.”

Rin drags her ski mask off to pout at him, brushing her bobbed hair out of her face. “Diamonds,” she insists. “Obito, we’ve been casing that building for weeks, and now it’s ruined.”

“But your head isn’t!”

Of course, Rin just waves that off. “Now security’s going to be insane,” she complains, folding her arms over her chest.

Obito is so done with this. “Someone just tried to kill you, and you’re worried about rocks?”

“Pretty rocks. Valuable rocks. Rocks that I spent a very long time planning to steal, Obito,” Rin insists, casting a dark look back at the museum. She heaves a sigh that’s overly thick with regret. “I bet every silent alarm in the place is going off right now.”

“Except the one for a dead would-be intruder,” Obito reminds her, because it can’t be overstated. “If I hadn’t gotten to you in time—”

That at least gets him a laugh, and Rin reaches up to cup his scarred cheek. “Yes, yes, you rode to my rescue like always, dashing hero, et cetera, et cetera. And here I thought you’d heard about our heist and were coming to join us again.”

Obito rolls his eye, though he doesn’t bat her hand away. It’s Rin, after all. “I don’t think assassin falls under the necessary skills to be a white knight, Rin. I’m not a thief anymore. You shouldn’t hold your breath that I will be again.”

Rin rolls her eyes right back, stepping a little away to prop her hands on her hip. “But we were good thieves,” she wheedles, though Obito can see the mischief in her expression. “Remember the casino in Kiri? The bank in Suna? The hotel in Ame?”

Making a face at her, Obito looks away, checking their surrounding so he doesn’t have to face the full force of Rin’s puppy dog eyes. “You know I make as much in one contract as you do in three heists,” he reminds her. “And this is a family business. If you have a problem with me killing people—”

Rin smacks him over the head.

(Obito probably should have seen that coming.)

With a yelp, he leaps back to get out of range, because Rin never stops at just one hit. At the same time, hands close around his elbows from behind, dragging him up against a hard chest, and it’s only a very vivid burst of sense-memory that keeps Obito from flipping the bastard over his shoulder and stabbing him.

“What are we talking about?” Kakashi asks, almost directly against Obito’s skin. It would take a stronger man then Obito not to shiver at the feeling.

“Assassinations,” Rin says cheerfully, stepping forward to tap her fingers against Obito’s chest.

Kakashi hums in acknowledgement, though he doesn’t lift his head. His flyaway hair brushes Obito’s cheek, and Obito can feel the sound more than he hears it. “Is that what that was? Rin, did you get into a death feud with someone and not tell me?

“It was Madara,” Obito says before she can answer. “And—can you let go of me? Hands to yourself, Bakashi!”

Kakashi, of course, does not let go. “Madara?” he asks, and there’s the faintest edge of darkness to his voice. “Your partner Madara?”

Rin is starting to frown as well, and Obito waves his hands as much as he can while still in Kakashi’s grip, trying to get them off this track. “No, no, not like that. He was an asshole so I left to work on my own, and he’s pissy because I’m better than him and he’s only making half as much money now. This was him trying to get revenge against me.”

“By coming after us?” This makes Rin beam. “Obito, you really do care!” she says cheerfully.

“Of course I care,” Obito grouses, huffing and slumping back into Kakashi’s hold. “It’s been the three of us since we were, what, six? You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Not even by getting married.”

Kakashi chuckles, his fingers tightening just a little. “I would have thought the way we fought over who got you as best man was convincing enough.”

And we offered to let you join in on our wedding night,” Rin points out, her smile far too bright to be saying things like—like that. Obito flushes, on the verge of spluttering, but before he can she adds, “So how many times has Madara tried to kill you since you left?”

Behind him, Kakashi goes stiff, but Obito ignores the overprotective idiot. “Ten times?” he hazards, though he can’t quite remember clearly. “It’s fine, he’s a moron who can’t use a gun. All of his stuff is arranged accidents or poisonings. I’m fine.”

“I don’t know,” Kakashi says mildly. “That sort of looked like a gun to me just now.”

Obito snorts rudely. “Yeah, and no offense to Rin, but if I was behind the trigger she would have been dead six times over before she even got to the balcony. Madara’s an overly dramatic moron.”

“Says the man who cried at our wedding.” But there’s tension easing out of Kakashi’s fingers, and when Obito glances back and up at him, he crinkles his eyes in a smile about his half-mask.

Emotional is not the same as dramatic,” Obito insists hotly. “And would you let me go, please?”

Kakashi hums low in his throat like he’s considering it, gaze slipping away from Obito to land on Rin. He lifts a brow in silent question, and Rin’s grin slides back onto her face, her delight clear. Apparently that’s answer enough, because Kakashi chuckles a little and leans down again, pressing his mouth to the curve of Obito’s neck.

Obito stiffens, jerks, and squawks, “What are you doing, Bakashi!?”

“If you’ve forgotten,” Kakashi says, still perfectly mild, “I think it’s about time we remind you.”

“Like a thank you for saving my life!” Rin agrees cheerfully, trailing her fingers down the center of Obito’s chest. “Think of it as a Hallmark card, but with more orgasms.”

One of the hands holding Obito’s elbow vanishes for a moment, and there’s a rustle of cloth. This time when Kakashi nips at his skin, his mouth is entirely uncovered, and Obito jolts and gasps. “But,” he manages as Rin leans up to kiss him, and for half a minute that’s far more interesting than words. Especially when Kakashi’s hands settle on his hips and drag him back even more firmly. When Rin finally surrenders his mouth, dragging her teeth across his lower lip, he groans and tries desperately, “But—revenge, I have to get revenge on Madara because he’s an asshole—”

Rin pouts at him in the way she knows he’s weak to, the witch. “Really, Obito? You’re thinking about revenge at a time like this? It’s been so long since we were all in bed together. Don’t you want to have some fun?”

“You just want to see Kakashi fuck me again,” Obito accuses, and from behind him Kakashi makes a very interested sound and scrapes his teeth over the spot on Obito’s jaw that always makes him lose control of his knees. Obito sucks in a hard breath, eye closing automatically, and Rin laughs.

“This is true,” she says without an ounce of shame, fingers ghosting over his belt. “Can you blame me? It’s been four years. Besides, I want a piece of you too.”

Her light touch turns into a definite grope, and it takes effort for Obito not to whine through his teeth. “But—plan. I have a plan and I need to go—”

Kakashi makes an intent sound against the curve of his shoulder. “Oh? For your revenge? You’re not just going to shoot him?”

“Mmm.” Obito breaks the kiss that Rin pulls him into, trying to drag his wayward thoughts back under control. They all seem to be taking a nosedive and heading south. “I—yes. Yes, I have the perfect plan. There’s this—this outstanding contract Madara has—oh.”

“Outstanding contract,” Kakashi prompts cheerfully, as if he didn’t just stick his hands up Obito’s shirt.

“On a businessman,” Obito forges on doggedly. “Madara was gleeful for days after he got it, because they have history. So I’m going to get there first.”

“And kill him before Madara can?” Rin asks, though her attention seems to mostly be on Obito’s abs as she follows the path of Kakashi’s fingers.

With an aggravated huff, Obito turns, getting ahold of Kakashi’s turtleneck and pulling him in for a hard kiss that’s full of teeth. “No,” he insists, pulling back. “I’m going to save the bastard and keep him alive no matter what, just to spite Madara.”

Rin laughs, pulling back a little. “That sounds like a good plan,” she agrees, and when Obito makes the mistake of looking at her she makes that one face, halfway between sultry and a pout, that always does terrible things to Obito’s willpower. “But it can wait until tomorrow, can’t it, Obito? Or…maybe the day after?” She traces her fingers down his chest, looking up at him through her lashes, and Kakashi pulls him in even tighter, halfway to a hug but with a very prominent bulge in his jeans.

“Oh god I hate you both,” Obito says, and Rin laughs because she knows that’s his surrender.

“You brought your bike, didn’t you?” she asks coyly. “I’ll take the car back to the hotel. Kakashi, why don’t you make sure he doesn’t change his mind?”

“I can do that,” Kakashi agrees cheerfully, nipping lightly at Obito’s ear. “You can tell me more about your revenge on the way. There’s no way that’s all of it, knowing you.”

“Keep implying that I’m a tricky bastard and I’ll prove you right,” Obito threatens as Rin leans up for another kiss. “I just—ah, Rin, god—I can only stay one night, okay?”

“We’ll revisit the discussion at a later time,” Rin decides, and her bright, sunny smile returns. “After we’ve wrecked you the second time, maybe?”

It’s vaguely sort of possible that Obito whimpers.

Maybe revenge is overrated.

  • Kenobi: {To Luke} For over a thousand generations, the Jedi Knights were the guardians of peace and just- for kriff sake!
  • [Maul barged in loudly and dramatically]
  • Maul: Surprise, Bitch. I bet you thought you saw the last of me.
  • Kenobi: I'd burnt your body and scattered your ashes over all four corners of the Dune Sea, why- no- how in the name of Ashla won't you stay dead?!?
The Stromes and McDavids - Part IV

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Word Count: 1603

Player: Connor McDavid (Edmonton Oilers/Erie Otters)

Warning/s: mild swearing

A/n: I’m so sorry for everyone that had to wait but I’m proud to finally finish this!

Originally posted by nugent-hopkinks

“I can’t believe this is happening.”, you giggled, trying not to burst out into laughter. 

You had never seen your twin brother likes this. He was a wreck! His hands were shaking as he was gripping onto the armrest tightly. Like the seat was his last lifeline. 

“Don’t laugh at him, Y/n. You don’t know how nervous he is right now.”, Ryan scolded you from your other side.

“Your hands weren’t shaking though.”, you smirked before you turned back around to Dylan.

“Calm down, Dyl. It’s going to be fine, okay? You already know you’re getting drafted.”, you said, putting your hand on his arm. 

If looks could kill, Dylan wouldn’t be drafted but put into jail. He knew you were just mocking him, but the nervousness was too much for him. He was more nervous than ever before. He would trip on the way to the stage. He wouldn’t be able to put the jersey on or accidentally punch someone in the face. What if there was a mistake and he wouldn’t be drafted?

“Dyl? Oh my gosh, look at Mom.”, you grinned. 

Dylan followed your gaze to your Mom. She was waving with both of her hands, and on the other end of the arena, you could see someone do the same. That someone, turned out to be Connor’s Mom.

“Looks like she found the McDavids.”, Matt chuckled. 

Dylan and Connor made eye contact through the room and started to do the same wave making you laugh even harder. But it was distracting Dylan, so why not? That moment of quiet was good for him, although it didn’t take long. Soon the lights were out and Gary Bettman (damn you hated that guy) made his usual speech. You were basically counting the seconds until it was over, just wanting everything to start already. And it did. 

The first pick, made by the Edmonton Oilers.

You were aware that Jack Eichel was a great player. But you just hoped that Connor would be drafted as first overall. You had known him for years, watched him give his best countless times. That guy that had a Justin Bieber haircut when he was 15? You weren’t sure of many things, but you were sure that he deserved to be drafted first. 

And he did, setting everything in motion.


The Draft day had been exhausting for everyone involved. After photos that were taken, numerous hugs for people that you knew, and having to calm Dylan down multiple times while simultaneously handling all three of your brothers at the same time - it was fair to say you were tired. 

You needed sleep. Everyone would’ve agreed on that.

Everyone but the person denting your door with their continuous knocks.

“What the fuck.”, you muttered to yourself as you turned on the light on the nightstand. 

The clock next to your bed made you groan in frustration. 2 AM. Who would do this to you?
Was it one of your brothers trying to mess with you? Maybe an emergency occurred or someone mixed up room numbers. Actually, you didn’t care about that, you just wanted to slip back into your dreams. But the knocking wouldn’t stop.

“Just a second.”, you groaned, wiping your eyes. 

You pulled your shorts and Dylan’s T-Shirt back into their rightful place, trying to fix your hair a little. You didn’t want to move, but you dragged yourself to the door.

But it wasn’t one of your brothers. Instead, it was Connor. He was wearing comfortable clothes that looked like he had hastily thrown them on and his hair was a fluffy mess on top of his head. He was nervously bouncing on his feet while he was waiting, his eyes snapping to yours the second you opened.
You hadn’t seen him since you congratulated him. You’d shared a tight hug, but all you managed to say was how proud you were until both of you were ushered into different directions.

“I forgot.”, he said hurriedly.

“The time?”, you questioned in confusion.

“I forgot Edmonton. Oh, my goodness- I don’t know how I forgot but I forgot that I was drafted by the Oilers.”

“Huh?”

“I’m going to Edmonton. You’re going to Edmonton.”, he explained hurriedly, the words he was blurting out lifting your confusion a little. 

What did he mean? You were going to Edmonton because of UAlberta and Connor would play hockey in… Edmonton. 

The realization hit you like a truck. How did you not notice this?

“We’re both going to Edmonton!”, you blurted out, eyes going wide. 

Connor chuckled, taking a big step towards you. You didn’t even have time to say anything else. He wrapped his arms around your waist and crashed his lips to yours.
After that first kiss at the party, you thought you would never get to kiss him again. But here you were, kissing Connor McDavid. Your childhood friend, best friend of your twin brother, your continuous crush since you were even interested in boys. Connor’s own mind was whirling as much as yours. He didn’t even process the draft yet, the start of his career. But there was no one he would want to know at his side more than you. 

Both of you didn’t want to end the kiss, but you were surely running out of air. Gasping when you pulled away, you rested your heads against each other, trying to catch your breath.

“I love you. Damn, I’m so in love with you.”, Connor admitted. Words, that he never thought he would tell you.

“I love you too, Con. I really do.”, you replied, putting your lips back to his.


“Y/n, where have you been? Mom is driving everyone insane looking for you.”, Matt groaned, obviously still tired. 

You would bet your ass he got more sleep than you last night, but that boy could sleep a solid 9 hours a night and be tired. Maybe he would end up like Dylan, looking dead inside all the time. 

“I just got up, relax. I’m here now.”, you grinned with a roll of your eyes.

“Where’s that smile coming from?”, Matt asked, thinking it was a little suspicious.  

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”, you lied, trying to stop smiling like an idiot.

“Uh whatever, come over to the table so Mom stops bugging everyone.”, he muttered, basically dragging you over to the table. 

You were squeezed in between him and Ryan, with Dylan giving you curious looks the whole time, as he was seated on Ryan’s other side.

“What?”, you muttered under your breath.

“Nothing.”

“Then quit staring.”

Dylan opened his mouth but he closed it again, your whole family falling into the usual breakfast chat. You were nervous the whole time, waiting to be released into your room so you could pack up your suitcase. What if someone knew that you didn’t stay alone in your room? That you had a visitor that snuck back into his own room at 4 in the morning to get some sleep?

You hoped that Connor did manage to sleep a little, but you couldn’t see the McDavids anywhere in the breakfast area. And if they were, your mother probably already invited them to the table next to you, so you couldn’t miss them either. Maybe they were done already? You were longing to see Connor again, the smile on your face still there since when you had first woken up.

“Ok, so you three got time to pack your suitcases. You, Dylan, have some interviews to finish up. We meet in the lobby at 5 PM to catch our fight, alright?”

All of your siblings nodded, seeing it as the sign that you could get up. All four of you used that chance, Dylan, right next to you.

“Ok, so did anything else happen yesterday?”, he asked, trying to sound casual.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… with Connor.”, Dylan clarified. 

He knew that there was something you didn’t tell him, but you just loved to tease him. He was really annoying sometimes. To frustrate him was one of the things you did best.

“Dylan, you left your phone.”, your Mom said, cutting off every potential answer you could’ve given.

“Wait here.”, Dylan ordered. 

You stopped in the large doorway and watched Matt and Ryan file out into the general direction of the elevators. Dylan went back to the table, snatching his phone, right as the elevator dinged and a very familiar group of people came out, making their way through the doorway. 

The McDavid’s all greeted you as they passed, Connor’s Mom immediately locking eyes with yours. But they stopped when they realized that their youngest one wasn’t there anymore. Maybe it wasn’t the ideal moment because both your families were looking the two of you, but Connor stopped next to you, a smile similar to your’s on his face.

“Morning.”, he greeted.

“Morning. You sleep well?”, you teased.

Connor nodded.

“Very.”, he murmured, before slowly leaning in to peck your lips. 

You could basically feel everyone’s jaw dropping, and Dylan’s shit eating grin in your back. But you didn’t give a damn.
You would go to Edmonton. With him. So your thought of you might never being his girlfriend was proven wrong, but the circumstances never changed.

Where a Strome is, a McDavid is not far away.

#169 - For anonymous x3

Filling the prompt “a fic where van and the reader are friends but both fancy each other, and incorporate some cute kitchen scenes and also like. the reader studying n van song writing in the same room and just being peaceful and cute together?” and “ Van baking is my aesthetic :’) I was just wondering if you could maybe do a baby fic about it?”

Note: Bonus mini-request of watching La La Land. I’m sorry that I did not love it like you did, Anon. :/ Also, there is more baking Van to come. I’ve written in into another fic soon. 


Gem had left for the weekend, leaving the apartment empty. A beautiful, quiet thing. You turned the heat up so that pyjama shorts and a tshirt were enough, and set up camp in the living room. Colour coordinated notes. New pastel highlighters. Studying for exams had never been so comfortable. You were watching the kettle bubble and boil when there was a knock at the door. Glancing at the microwave’s clock on the way out the kitchen, you realised it was almost eight and you’d not had dinner yet. Your stomach suddenly became aware of that too, and grumbled in annoyance.

“Hey!” Van beamed as you opened the front door. “Heard Gemma went somewhere for the weekend or somethin’?” You leant against the doorframe, folded your arms across your chest and nodded. “Larry too. Can’t stand being alone. Can I come hang? I brought your favourite,” he said and held up a takeaway bag from your favourite Mexican place.

“Deal,” you said and moved to let him in.

The burritos were good, and like always, you got to eat the side serve of corn chips and guacamole that came with Van’s. Avocado was never his thing. After dinner, you sat back in your little studying nest while Van collected his bag and guitar from his car. Upon his return, he stretched out on the couch and practised melodies and created new ones.

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What non-'reverse' fic are you currently working on right now? Any hints you'd like to give us that would leave us chomping at the bit for more?

If Obito were even ten seconds slower, he’d have been too late.

It all happens in a blur; the moment he swings himself up onto the edge of the balcony, his eye catches on a slim figure in dark clothes, just approaching the wide glass doors with their covering of steel grills. In the same moment, there’s a spark of red across black cloth, all but invisible in the night. Across the busy street, on one of the top floors of an office building, light dances across cold metal, and Obito doesn’t even try to shout a warning. He hurls himself across the balcony with every ounce of speed he has and tackles the figure just as they reach for the lock.

In the same instant, there’s a muffled pop, and a bullet slams through the thick glass.

“God damn it!” Obito’s captive hisses, but Obito wraps an arm around her waist and leaps for the far edge of the terrace. Another pop, another bullet, and this one is even closer as it slams into stone, showering them with chips of stone. With a snarl of warning, Obito shoves his target around the corner, pushing her down, and whirls to bring his own gun up. There’s no time to aim, no chance to actually hit the bastard when Obito doesn’t have a rifle and scope with him, but he eyeballs it, squeezes the trigger, and dives after the woman as another shot cracks the stone where he’s been standing. At the same moment, glass cracks with a shattering crash across the street, and Obito pushes the target hard, trying to get her moving towards the far side of the building.

“Go!” he urges, and with an irritated huff she scampers along the narrow ledge, grabs a zip line between gloved hands, and vaults over the side of the museum. Obito shoves his gun back into its holster and follows her, landing lightly in the statuary garden behind the building. The woman is nowhere to be seen, but a maintenance gate is standing just a little ajar, and Obito wriggles through the gap, emerging into the lush darkness of the botanical garden that abuts the museum.

“You know,” he says into the darkness, more than a little annoyed, “thank you is generally what people say in this kind of situation.”

“My diamonds,” the woman says instead, a mournful lament, and Obito rolls his eyes as he steps into the small pagoda that overlooks a decorative pond.

Sniper, Rin,” he reminds her, exasperated. “Aiming for your head. Priorities, please.”

Rin drags her ski mask off to pout at him, brushing her bobbed hair out of her face. “Diamonds,” she insists. “Obito, we’ve been casing that building for weeks, and now it’s ruined.”

“But your head isn’t!”

Of course, Rin just waves that off. “Now security’s going to be insane,” she complains, folding her arms over her chest.

Obito is so done with this. “Someone just tried to kill you, and you’re worried about rocks?”

“Pretty rocks. Valuable rocks. Rocks that I spent a very long time planning to steal, Obito,” Rin insists, casting a dark look back at the museum. She heaves a sigh that’s overly thick with regret. “I bet every silent alarm in the place is going off right now.”

“Except the one for a dead would-be intruder,” Obito reminds her, because it can’t be overstated. “If I hadn’t gotten to you in time—”

That at least gets him a laugh, and Rin reaches up to cup his scarred cheek. “Yes, yes, you rode to my rescue like always, dashing hero, et cetera, et cetera. And here I thought you’d heard about our heist and were coming to join us again.”

Obito rolls his eye, though he doesn’t bat her hand away. It’s Rin, after all. “I don’t think assassin falls under the necessary skills to be a white knight, Rin. I’m not a thief anymore. You shouldn’t hold your breath that I will be again.”

Rin rolls her eyes right back, stepping a little away to prop her hands on her hip. “But we were good thieves,” she wheedles, though Obito can see the mischief in her expression. “Remember the casino in Kiri? The bank in Suna? The hotel in Ame?”

Making a face at her, Obito looks away, checking their surrounding so he doesn’t have to face the full force of Rin’s puppy dog eyes. “You know I make as much in one contract as you do in three heists,” he reminds her. “And this is a family business. If you have a problem with me killing people—”

Rin smacks him over the head.

(Obito probably should have seen that coming.)

With a yelp, he leaps back to get out of range, because Rin never stops at just one hit. At the same time, hands close around his elbows from behind, dragging him up against a hard chest, and it’s only a very vivid burst of sense-memory that keeps Obito from flipping the bastard over his shoulder and stabbing him.

“What are we talking about?” Kakashi asks, almost directly against Obito’s skin. It would take a stronger man then Obito not to shiver at the feeling.

“Assassinations,” Rin says cheerfully, stepping forward to tap her fingers against Obito’s chest.

Kakashi hums in acknowledgement, though he doesn’t lift his head. His flyaway hair brushes Obito’s cheek, and Obito can feel the sound more than he hears it. “Is that what that was? Rin, did you get into a death feud with someone and not tell me?

“It was Madara,” Obito says before she can answer. “And—can you let go of me? Hands to yourself, Bakashi!”

Kakashi, of course, does not let go. “Madara?” he asks, and there’s the faintest edge of darkness to his voice. “Your partner Madara?”

Rin is starting to frown as well, and Obito waves his hands as much as he can while still in Kakashi’s grip, trying to get them off this track. “No, no, not like that. He was an asshole so I left to work on my own, and he’s pissy because I’m better than him and he’s only making half as much money now. This was him trying to get revenge against me.”

“By coming after us?” This makes Rin beam. “Obito, you really do care!” she says cheerfully.

“Of course I care,” Obito grouses, huffing and slumping back into Kakashi’s hold. “It’s been the three of us since we were, what, six? You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Not even by getting married.”

Kakashi chuckles, his fingers tightening just a little. “I would have thought the way we fought over who got you as best man was convincing enough.”

And we offered to let you join in on our wedding night,” Rin points out, her smile far too bright to be saying things like—like that. Obito flushes, on the verge of spluttering, but before he can she adds, “So how many times has Madara tried to kill you since you left?”

Behind him, Kakashi goes stiff, but Obito ignores the overprotective idiot. “Ten times?” he hazards, though he can’t quite remember clearly. “It’s fine, he’s a moron who can’t use a gun. All of his stuff is arranged accidents or poisonings. I’m fine.”

“I don’t know,” Kakashi says mildly. “That sort of looked like a gun to me just now.”

Obito snorts rudely. “Yeah, and no offense to Rin, but if I was behind the trigger she would have been dead six times over before she even got to the balcony. Madara’s an overly dramatic moron.”

“Says the man who cried at our wedding.” But there’s tension easing out of Kakashi’s fingers, and when Obito glances back and up at him, he crinkles his eyes in a smile about his half-mask.

Emotional is not the same as dramatic,” Obito insists hotly. “And would you let me go, please?”

Kakashi hums low in his throat like he’s considering it, gaze slipping away from Obito to land on Rin. He lifts a brow in silent question, and Rin’s grin slides back onto her face, her delight clear. Apparently that’s answer enough, because Kakashi chuckles a little and leans down again, pressing his mouth to the curve of Obito’s neck.

Obito stiffens, jerks, and squawks, “What are you doing, Bakashi!?”

“If you’ve forgotten,” Kakashi says, still perfectly mild, “I think it’s about time we remind you.”

“Like a thank you for saving my life!” Rin agrees cheerfully, trailing her fingers down the center of Obito’s chest. “Think of it as a Hallmark card, but with more orgasms.”

Shadowhunters S02E06: Iron Sisters

This is a very special show. Here are my favorite parts from it

I’m pretty sure the Iron Sisters’ look is “late night crafting sesh that got out of hand & now we just have random shit stuck to us forever”

that awkward feeling when you’re not sure if you’re ‘interrupting something’ when u walk into a room where Clary and Jace are alone

is this brother and sister time? or “brother and sister” time? (I just gagged. im sorry)

  • every time Raphael calls Simon a condescending nick name (bud, amigo) I gain 2x health points
  • Luke ‘still hasn’t called’ or shown up in the last 2 eps…so what other role was Isaiah Mustafa working on i wonder
  • Magnus’s ‘emergency’ is a ploy to rescue Alec from a guilty conscious and save the rest of us from a boring mopey plot line proving once & for all he is the best character on this show
  • imagining Luke being like “I’m so sad” *eyes turn green* *turns into wolf* and someone seeing it and just being like “fuck that guy’s so sad have you ever seen anyone that sad before he literally just turned into a fucking werewolf”
  • when Aldertree sends a drug addict and a newb on a very important & exclusive trip to see the Iron Sisters and you’re just starting to think that maybe this guy is up to something
  • ‘this pool will destroy demonic beings on contact’ *side eyes Clary* ‘you first’
  • lol Alec hates IPAs just like everyone else with proper taste buds
  • Simon is allergic to clay. Fucking CLAY
  • Maia’s ‘been thru some stuff’ story is literally going to class naked. and here I thought it was going to be the fact that she got clawed in the neck by a werewolf or something

Alec’s ‘this is good’ face

Forever 21′s lace dresses are the only choice for all your demon-destroying pool going needs

  • when the pool starts boiling Izzy and the Iron Sisters just watch as Clary tries to save her and then they call Izzy a liar… these bitches don’t mess around, how much you wanna bet whoever let their craft sesh get out of hand is dead now
  • Maia: Full disclosure, I like the same nerdy shit you do. Simon: *almost passes out from all the blood in his body instantly rushing to his dick*

this bar has almost as many swizzle sticks as Magnus has had sexual partners

  • ‘ichor duty’ is literally just cleaning blood off weapons. And you thought Shadowhunters were soldiers who took pride in their weapons and cleaned them themselves LOL u wrong they have a bitch for that

Aldertree has a recording of Jace refusing to pledge allegiance to the Clave but more importantly admitting that he still wants to bang his sister

#wrecked

how long do u think it will be before Clary sees it

  • Luke is so sad he almost eats some campers. I guarantee u Ed Sheeran has never felt a sadness this profound

“Hi guys”

#dammitJace

  • Jace needs a spare room. Seriously how any of them survived before they were friends with Magnus, he helps them with EVERYTHING
  • uhh why they are they letting a past circle member be an Iron Sister? i call bullshit

Originally posted by kvintessenciya

Requested by @brookelim2001

Request: Imagine Oswald Cobblepot becoming a Yandere and he’s always obsessed with you

Warning: None.

A/N: I had to google what a Yandere is and to be honest, I like the Yandere concept lol


Oswald Cobblepot was a strange man. The first time you met him he was very charmant- a lovely man you would have dated if he wasn’t a criminal who had killed enough people for a life time. Sadly, he still wanted to date you and showed obssessive tendencies towards you.

Who were you kidding. He was a fucking stalker.

You couldn’t do a thing without feeling observed by him or his men. Almost everyday Oswald sent you little gifts like flowers, sweets or jewerly. Just like today, he bought you a present and stood - to your surprise- in person before your front door, waiting with an awkward but confident smile for you to open it.

When you opened it, your mood changed. 

Instead of being tired, somewhat okay-feeling, you were upset, angry and furious. 

“Oswald, stop it.” You told him, your voice hard. “I told you. I don’t want to see you again. Stop gifting me with things I don’t really need or want.” 

“Ah, come on, [Y/N].” He smiled at you, the smile that could have made your heart melt for him. A smile of a killer, your mind whispered. “I just want to prove myself to you.”

“And I don’t want it!” You yelled exhaustedly, rubbing the left side of your face with your hand. “I’m tired of you and your creepy behaviour. I really don’t want to be pulled in some dangerous shit you had caused. And, most of all I don’t want to end up dead. I watched enough movies to know how this could end. I bet I’m on someone’s radar by now.” 

“No one knows about you. Only my most trusted men. I can assure your safety.” You wanted him gone, you wanted him to let go of you, because you were not a fool and certainly not someone who would start a relationship with a criminal. You were smart and had common sense. “[Y/N], I thought we had a connection. You are clever, fierce and sexy, and everything a man desires in a woman.”

“Are you trying to sweet talk me, Oswald?” 

“No, I’m trying to open your eyes. You’re a Queen who needs a kingdom.” Now, he really was trying to sweet talk you. “And a King.” Oh, to the hell and back…

“Go home.” Maybe, he was wasted… or tipsy…

You attemped to shut the door but Oswald put his foot into the door, stopping you just before the relieving bang echoed. Looking up, you fixed his eyes angrily, however, his look was darker, too dark, too insane. 

“You’re making a big mistake.” 

You swallowed and kept your voice down. “Are you threatening me?”

“I would never threaten you… I’m just warning you. You shouldn’t leave the house alone. Bad things could happen. You know, this is Gotham.” 

Now you were furious.

“If you ever come back I’m gonna call the cops, Oswald. Or I do it like my nana has done it before with her stalker; Taking a fucking baseball bat and beating the shit outta you until you’re a pile of shit.” 

You shut your door and hoped for dear life that he would let you be.

“That’s my girl.” You heard him say, clearly a huge smile on his lips. 

Michael In The Bathroom AU: The Play (pt.3)

Jeremy should have known this SQUIP thing was bad news from the start yet here he was on stage with an entire mind controlled cast. There was only one way to stop the A.I. , and that was mountain dew red. A drink that had been discontinued since the nineties. There was only one person he knew that would have those kind of drinks, Michael.
“Too bad for you, he’s a little too dead right now to save the day. So your just going to have to accept that I’m going to improve your life. Even if it means taking over the whole student body to do it!” Before The SQUIP could go any further both turned their heads in surprise as someone jumped on stage.
“Michael makes an entrance!” There stood Michael Mell in the flesh, very much not dead.
“What the hell?” The SQUIP was confused as Jeremy ran over to his friend before tightly hugging him.
“Michael! You’re alive!”
“You bet I am. I came to see your show before I left and I thought, hey this is pretty good for a school play. Then I realized, this is way too good for a school play. They’ve all been SQUIPed right?”
“You came to see me in the play?”
“I even brought my own refreshments!” Michael pulled out two bottles of Mountain Dew Code Red.
“Is that-”
“You bet, I told you I…dew my research.” Jeremy laughed, he forgot how much he missed Michael’s puns. Before either of the teens could do anything the SQUIPed Jake tackled Michael, taking one the bottles with him.
“Shit!” Jeremy ran after the two before his muscles froze.
“Jeremy, you don’t want to do this!”
“Why not?!”
“Then you’ll never be with her, your dream girl…” Jeremy looked over at Christine then back at Michael. That’s when it hit Jeremy like a pile of bricks. Sure Christine was nice, and cute and smart and an all around amazing person but she wasn’t Michael. Michael, his best friend since childhood, the only person in the whole world who understood him. He wasn’t in love with Christine, it’s Michael.
“Yeah well, I have a new dream now.” Jeremy grabbed the bottle before quickly chugging the drink. There was a moment of silence followed by screaming, agonizing pain and like that SQUIP was gone. Everyone on stage was now in a confused daze.
“What happened?” Christine had snapped out of it first and she looked around at the scene on the stage.
“Hey, can I get some help please?” Jake’s body had gone limp and was currently crushing Michael. Jeremy pushed Jake off before pulling him up.
“So I’m your new dream now, huh?”
“You’ve always been my dream, I just didn’t know it yet.”
“Jeremy?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up and kiss me before you sound more like a Disney movie than you already do.”
Later:
Three two sat on the stage as everyone was still trying to figure out what happened.
“Man, I’m going to have so much explaining to do when I get home.”
“Michael, what happened at the party? We thought you died when the house burned down.”
“I fell asleep in the bathroom. When I woke up to screaming, the house was on fire and everyone was panicking. I got out through the window but no one noticed I was gone. That hurt, I just wanted to get away from it all. I was going to catch a bus up to New York when I remembered I promised to see your play. Good thing I did too, otherwise there would have been a brainwashed zombie apocalypse. And for as cool as that would have been, what’s the point of you don’t have your best friend with you?”
“I think we’re a little more than friends now.”
“Jer, stop before you make this weird. Now let’s go smoke some weed in my basement.”

He’s Just Overprotective (part 2)

This wasn’t saved so here I am re-writing this ish

Description: Enid keeps on going over the walls and someone has to go out to find her. The reader has a conversation with Maggie and the boy that Carl gave his glare to. 

Warnings: 


“It’s becoming such a problem even Enid notices it. Enid! We just got here even she knows about how protective he is!” I rant about Carl to Maggie

“Honey, think back, I bet he was the most excited when we all reunited from the prison because he got to see you again after he thought you were dead” 

I nod, “And then after Terminus he never let you go anywhere, why do you think that?’’ She asked me. I stayed quiet. I knew exactly why though. 

“He doesn’t want you getting hurt” 

“But this place isn’t Terminus, I can protect myself”

“Well he feels it’s his job to protect you. Listen, Glenn was always protective of me when I went out. When Judith was born me and Daryl went to get formula and baby clothes and a bottle for her, he tried to convince me to stay.”

After my chat with Maggie I headed down her porch steps and saw the boy from yesterday, you know…the boy Carl gave his death look at. Feeling I should apologize about how rude Carl was yesterday I jogged over to him. 

“Hey, I’m sorry about Carl yesterday” he looked up, he had pink cheeks, sandy blonde hair, a hoodie, and slightly ripped jeans. “Who?’’ 

I seriously did not want to explain that Carl was the one that gave him a death glare. 

“Carl..he’s my boyfriend..he’s the one that gave you..a..look” he thought for a moment then it came to him, “Oh..” he said quietly. Then it fell silent. Wanting to keep the conversation go or whatever was really happening I spoke up, “What’s your name?’’ he smiled, “Ryker” I returned the smile, “I’m Y/N” he nodded, I looked over his shoulder to see Carl talking to Ron, “Well, I’ll see you later Ryker” I said before I jogged off to Carl and Ron.

Once I got there Carl slipped his arm around my shoulder

“I just don’t know what to do about her anymore” Ron said looking stressed, pacing and running his hands through his hair. 

“Who’s ‘her’?’’ I ask 

He sighed, “Enid” 

“What’s she doing that’s causing this’’ I said gesturing with my hands, to his stressed state. He chuckled, “She won’t stop going over the walls, and I keep on getting worried’’ 

“No crap” I responded. After some silence of Ron still pacing and me and Carl just standing there, I looked up at Carl confused, “I’ll be after her” Carl volunteered. “Me too” I say, well maybe if I’m there he won’t have to worry about me getting injured if he’s there to hold my hand all the way. 

Carl looked at me with a disapproving look. 

Guess not…

“No Y/N you’re not going out there’’ 

“Why?” 

“Because…” he sighed before continuing, “you can’t get hurt” 

“Yeah? And I don’t want you getting hurt either” 

He thought for a moment, “Fine. But stay close’’ 

“Yes sir’’ I said mumbled, apparently he heard it, and looked at me, rolling his eyes. 

I don’t get how anyone can hate Jurassic Park 3

It’s literally a movie about Dr.Alan Grant getting progressively pissed off at the stupidity of everyone else. He just looks so done thoughout the entire movie and it’s great. 

Ah just another day of paleontology-ing and not being stuck on the island of my nightmares getting torn to shreds. This is the life.

Alrighty Billy. I’m retired. I’ll let you hear out this clearly deranged man even though I already said no. It’s fine. Cool. I’m retired, no problemo.

Fuck no. We are not going anywhere near that goddamn island.

Okay you got me over the island but don’t you fucking dare land on that island or so help me. We will all die don’t you do it.

Who in the fuck hit me

Tell your wife to shut the fuck up before she gets us all fucking killed

Fuck you too Mrs. Kirby

Okay guys I got this, this is why you brought me I know this guy. He’s cool if you don’t move. He’s got food. We cool.

Why the fuck did you bother bringing me along to this hellhole if you weren’t gonna listen to me

Mrs.Kirby in the 10 minutes we’ve been on this island nearly being eaten because you were yelling, have you learned NOTHING ABOUT YELLING ON THIS ISLAND

*A wild hugeass angry Spinosaurus appeared because once again you were fucking yelling Mrs.Kirby. Why are you still alive*

Well? What are you waiting for?

Are you fucking kidding me I have to tell you to run from the giant dinosaur When I say don’t run you run, when I say nothing you stand there gawking like fucking morons, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE

Billy, you stole raptor eggs? From an animal who’s mother is larger than you and has eaten like half our people? Do you have any knowledge of anything in that fucking head of yours?

Really now. Just to remind you dumb pieces of dino doo-doo as we’re stared down by raptors, Who thought it was a good idea to land on this fucking island? Well it wasn’t me you dumb shits. Now everyone’s dead and our only chance is if I can play this raptor ocarina which I haven’t touched before in my life.

Note to self: Never talk to any people at all ever after this. Vacation in Europe. I bet none of this happens in Europe.

Fairy Tail villains in a nutshell
  • Eisenwald: Let's murder all the guild masters. Just for the lulz, y'know?
  • Phantom Lord: We should rename ourselves "the We Hate Fairy Tail club" and get it over with. We'll have to do it eventually.
  • Jellal & Trinity Raven: Y'all need Zeref
  • Laxus: I wanna be the very best, like no-one ever waaas!
  • Thunder God Tribe: We're your biggest fans
  • Oracion Seis: Let's turn everyone evil just for the hell of it
  • Daphne: *Has an unhealthy obsession with dragons*
  • Every villain in Edolas: We got the magiiic in us
  • Grimoire Heart: This is our dark wizard now
  • Zeref: I'm dying and I'm taking the rest of the you with me
  • Acnologia: One second I'm a dragon, suddenly I'm a human
  • Church of Zentopia: Idk, we're just doing what we're told
  • Neo Oracion Seis: Surprise, bitch. I bet you thought you'd seen the last of us.
  • Raven Tail: What is even our purpose in this anime?
  • Future Rogue: *Angsting over dead cat* *Kills best friend because of dead cat* *Tries to kill everyone because of dead cat*
  • Every villain in the movie: I guess you could say we're... stoned.
  • Eclipse Celestial Spirits: FREEEEEEDOOOM!
  • Sylph Labrinth: Give us shiny things
  • Tartaros: Because you know we're all about that Face, 'bout that Face, no magic!
  • Avatar: Notice us Zeref-senpai
  • Spriggan 12: #ProtectZerefX792
My Guardian Angel

Request- Sister imagine where she suffers from anxiety and panic attacks and since Sam and Dean aren’t in the bunker, she calls for Cas to come and help her and once he manages to calm her down, she falls asleep on him on the couch. Sam and Dean arrive to see her sleeping and they take a picture. She later wakes up and thanks him and cute!Cas, maybee? 😘

Warnings-Anxiety and panic attacks. This is how my anxiety works but I know it can be different for different people :)

Word count-1104

Tag- @evyiione

A/n- Just a reminder I now do drabbles and you can view my prompt list here

Alone and scared. That’s all you felt for the last few days. Your older brothers, Sam and Dean, were on a hunt and you stayed back. Being out in public was a massive nope for you at the moment. Of course your brothers knew about your anxiety. Sam wanted you to talk to him about it. Dean however didn’t understand, he always told you to suck it up and move on. But when he had to calm you down from a panic attack he realised how it wasn’t something you can’t just ‘fix.’

It’s been a few days since Sam and Dean left, and they were due back home today. But as soon as you woke up, you knew your anxiety was going to beat the crap out of you today.

It already had begun taking over when you made breakfast. Your shaky hands nearly split the milk all over the floor, and even though you were starving you just couldn’t digest your cereal and ended up throwing up. Today your anxiety will beat the crap out of you.

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7x12 review and thoughts

How is no one talking about the secret passageway on the game map?! They do no analysis of this board game at all!!!

“Her help is dead, his head rolled over your feet remember?” - Hanna

‘What about Sidney? ‘- ‘Oh please let’s not go there’ - Emily

‘Em you’ve already been there!’ - Spencer. Omg this made me laugh so hard

Emily is the one that wants out this time..interesting.

“I may have been the one driving this car but we have to be in this together  ”- Hanna

I bet A.D didn’t know that the only new information being given this episode is to A.D! Obviously the game is insane and has a recording device, they know A has always stalked them, why do they talk right there? Why not ditch their phones and talk somewhere out in the open?

“Nicole Gordon was never his fiance, I am! ” - Aria. Oh Aria you wonderful crazy thing

Addison Derringer is not A. She probably got manipulated or bribed by Jenna, or another A minion, even the minions need minions in this A game.

Addison is just like Alison in high school, and Alison now.

I am loving Spencers dress and Arias’ hair!

I can’t believe Veronica still backs up Peter..it infuriates me.

“Wow, so only you and dad could appreciate the bitter irony of me checking into the same mental hospital where I was born ”- Spencer-

I really feel bad for Veronica, I do. She adopted a child who was born because her husband was cheating on her, she covered for his ass all these years and Spencer never felt like anything but a Hastings, I think Spencer is being pretty horrible to Veronica. I get that she hurting but she’s in her twenties not she isn’t a child. What did she want Veronica to do? Discuss the fact that Peter is a cheating bastard and that Spencer is the result of an affair?

So..does Hanna make her own clothes to wear? Hence the ‘you went through my closet!’

Does she sew them? Design and send them somewhere to get made? Does she buy the materials?

Emily benches Addison for missing a practice, Addison is pure attitude, not even looking up from her phone.

“My head was throbbing, listening to your rusty whistle wasn’t going to help” - Addison, reminding us of old Ali.

Alison is in pay attention to me mode…what if I have one like her..or me… She has not decided if she is keeping the baby

So are Spencer and Marco together?

Spencer tells Marco about Mary and shows the letter, changes one detail..she found the letter rather than she was given the letter after playing a crazy board game

Hold up…if the beading, the belt, the collar was Hanna’s bosses idea that Hanna took then what did Hanna design? A plain black dress with a tutu skirt?

Addison is a little psycho, she goes to Paige, accuses Emily of hitting on her and other girls on the team then shows Paige a photo of Emily being’inappropriate’ with Alison, hoping to anger Paige. Addison’s eavesdropping has paid off, she’s overheard Emily and Paige, and Emily and Alison.

I find Holden really attractive this time, also he’s so damn normal, and nice, and sweet.

Aria taking off the ring, foreshadowing?

“Did Ezra propose to her first?”- Aria

Holden reminds Aria that everyone has a past, that even Aria has had other men tell her they love her, and she doesn’t talk to Ezra about that so maybe Ezra wouldn’t tell her if he had proposed to Nicole before she disappeared

“Just because you met him when you were in 11th grade doesn’t mean he’s frozen in amber” - Holden. Holden is so anti-Ezra but not in a tell Aria to ditch his ass way.

Emily tells Paige she will go tell Hackett about what Addison is doing, Paige tells Emily she will handle it before it gets worse and Emily is accused of hitting on students

Marco has a lead in. Mary..Lead out of Scranton! Mary Drake works at Dunder Mifflin!

Spencer has enlisted Marco to help find Mary

Tap tap tap Jenna is coming!!!

Jenna can identify Spencer by her breathing? Come the fuck on now. Jenna can see, at the very least she can partially see

So we know Jenna has been told to say all this, she does it convincingly, so convincingly that I question all the other times I’ve felt bad for Jenna when she has a sob story.

I think Jenna has always wanted revenge for the liars blinding her, and Noel for him getting suspended for cheating, and perhaps other things we don’t know about.

Jenna tells Marco that Noel was the psychopath that lured Jenna to the blind school to kill her, and he had her work for him so she could have money for eye surgery.

Not sure why Marco didn’t take Jenna aside, to begin with..it’s unprofessional and ridiculous to let Spencer stand there as Jenna makes her statement

Hanna tries to call Claudia about the dress…

“She has balls the size of church bells.” - Omg Spencer..just omg.

She hasn’t told Marco about the game but seems to want to.

Sparia discusses Spencer wanting to find Mary. She wants to get to know Mary, not as someone to fear but to forgive.

Jenna walks in with 2 other blind people, flanking her on either side..or..’‘bookends’ -  as Emily would describe it.

Jenna sends a text and Emily hears Addison’s phone go off at the same time

Spencer tells her Veronica she won’t be working with her anymore. I’m really disappointed with Spencer right now, Veronica does not deserve this treatment, I get that she is upset but to take it all out on Veronica instead of Peter is unfair. Veronica continues to tell her she loves her and has never felt they were not a family and Spencer is just cold. I really feel for Veronica, and find Spencer irritating and a little much right now. I usually love Spencer but she’s 23, not 13. This woman adopted you and raised you as her own, not telling you you’re the product of an affair her cheating husband had with a mentally ill woman sounds like the safer thing to do.

Spencer has the audacity to sound upset about the house being sold after she’s outright said Veronica isn’t her mother and after she’s been nothing but cold to Veronica since she found out Mary is her mom and she seems to want to forgive Mary but punish Veronica.

Arias dress is cute

Aria gets an article on Ezra reuniting with his fiance Nicole Gordon. The article talks about Nicole’s kidnapping and being held by guerrilla forces. They show pictures of Ezra and Nicole before and after the reunion. I am low key shipping Aria and Holden. I get the feeling that Ezra won’t be able to leave Nicole. He will tell Aria this in a way that makes him seem like some white knight to Nicole and how Aria would always feel guilty for Nicole not getting Ezra.. he will make it seem like he’s doing her the favor. He’s everyone’s white knight.

Mona seems to be working like crazy on this fashion business and Hanna is too busy waiting to eat with Caleb to even look at jewelry designers Mona is showing her right this minute? She asks Mona to forward them to her. Hanna this is your business, get yourself into it, Caleb can eat by himself, you can see him later. I don’t get this too busy for a career and relationship thing.

Catherine is going to BORROW shoes from Hanna? Why wouldn’t she buy a pair like them? Hanna is having these shoes fixed.It’s not like Hanna designed the shoe, it’s just strange to me.

OMG Jenna walks in wearing Hanna’s dress but in white, and I must say it looks better in white, and great on Jenna

Mona flips out, more so than Hanna, who acts rather meekly, wtf where is crazy Hanna right now? Mona confronts Jenna with a..’Yo Jenna! ‘ Omg Mona is amazing

Jenna claims the dress was a gift, Jenna says she and her posse have an uber waiting and she tap taps the fuck out of there

Hanna says it’s all part of the game and Mona is left asking what game.

Mona is getting left behind again. I don’t want A to be Mona again because I feel Mona has gotten past that and is a strong and confident woman now.

Emily wants to get into the barn to see the Game to play it because she is convinced Addison is working for A.D

Emily reminds the audience A.D took a final exam for her

“I’m living proof, once you invite the devil in, horrid little seeds start to sprout” - Alison.OMG

Jenna and her posse meet at the cobbler place where Hanna’s shoes are
Caleb wants to handle Jenna

Jenna smells Hanna on Caleb, and guesses it is Hanna behind her. Caleb questions why she is here, and where she got the dress. He even grabs her by the cane and threatens her. She reminds him only Noel could contradict the story she told the police and he’s dead.

Hanna gets locked in a caged off room at the cobbler’s place, someone obviously closed that door, it didn’t swing randomly closed on its own, and someone shut off the lights.

lol @   #benchme lol Addison is taking bong hits with her boyfriend in a car behind the brew.

Aria the greatest liar convinces a nurse to let her in after visiting hours but telling her she’s brought her good friend Nicole some salt water taffy.

317 is Nicole’s room number.

Holden stops Aria from going in to see/confront Nicole. He’s such a sweetheart and really mature!

The sander thing is going off, something swings from the ceiling tries to punch Hanna, she’s having pure flashbacks of being tortured in the barn with that cattle prod. She gets a text from A.D and A.D really seems to hate Hanna, like a lot.

‘Wait your turn, Bitch, It’ll come. And you’ll be ready - A.D

A.D seems to hate Hanna more than anyone, Spencer gets clues about her mother, Aria just has Ezra drama and Emily gets help from A.D in dealing with Addison. Why the major Hanna hate? Spencer twin would hate Hanna for the Spaleb mess. HMM.

Caleb rescues Hanna

Emily confronts and threatens Addison with the bong video, Paige intervenes and tells Addison she’s in trouble for gloating about getting rid of Emily in an email they found. Her parents and principal Hackett have been informed

‘Why? you gonna smack me? “- Addison. 

“No I can’t do that, but somebody should have a long time ago”. - Emily

Aria asks Holden if she should give the ring back and Holden tells her not to expect Ezra to be on her timetable, if he needs time give it to him and that he’s probably more torn up than she is.

Emily is given another puzzle piece, still black and white, still scrawly lines and an abstract feel. Spencer theorizes it’s a map but I still think it could be a sonogram or a collage that includes a sonogram picture.

So that’s my live watch review..I’ll try to post some more thoughts later!

The Jedi Prisoner, Revan.
  • Me: Revan, you should join my crew.
  • Revan: Naw, I'm gonna do this my own way, all alone, as I always have.
  • Me: According to your record, the probability that this will end in catastrophe is 100 perc-
  • Revan: No listen, I have a plan. I'm gonna go to The Foundry.
  • Me: What's that?
  • Revan: In the wrong hands, it could destroy the Galaxy. In mine, it will save it.
  • Me: Well that sounds ominous.
  • Master Oteg: Your shuttle is ready for Tython.
  • Me: Hey, Revan? You sure you don't need...I don't know...maybe some psychiatric help? I mean, you were imprisoned in a Sith Lord's mind for 300 yea-
  • Revan: I'm good.
  • Master Oteg: He's fine.
  • Me: Ok but maybe I should go with y-
  • Revan: Bye.
  • (Me, three days later): So, how's Revan doing? How'd Tython-
  • Master Oteg: I'm a little disappointed, actually.
  • Me: Oh god...
  • Master Oteg: Turns out The Foundry is a genocide droid factory.
  • Me: Of course it is...and how's that going?
  • Master Oteg: Revan's dead and the Empire has control of it.
  • Me: ...it's been 3 days. 3.
  • Master Oteg: Yeah...
  • Me: So we rescued him for...?
  • Master Oteg: Absolutely no reason whatsoever.
  • Me: Awesome.
  • (Me, 1 month later): I wonder what happened to that droid factory?
  • Malgus: With the Foundry's droids, my army will be unstoppable.
  • Me: Oh for...DAMMIT, REVAN!
  • (Me, 1 year later): Well at least all the crap Revan pulled won't be a problem anymore after I killed Malgus. And Revan's dead so-
  • Theron: About that...
  • Me: No.
  • Revan: SURPRISE, BITCHES! BET YOU THOUGHT YOU'D SEEN THE LAST OF ME!
  • Me: Son of a bitch.
  • (Vitiate, being reborn as a result of Revan's actions): MUAHAJHAHAHHAH!
  • Revan: Oh...shit.
  • Me: Remember what I said about a 100% probability of this ending in catas-
  • Revan: Shut up.
  • Ghost Revan: She was right.
  • (Revan, dying for good): Fuck you, me.
  • (Me, 6 months later): I guess the worst is over. I mean we haven't seen any sign of the Emperor. Seems like Revan didn't screw up as much as we thou-
  • Theron: HE'S ON ZIOST! EVERYONE IS POSSESSED AND EVERYONE IS DYING! OH GOD SEND HELP!
  • Me: Dammit, Revan.
  • (Vitiate, consuming all life on Ziost): MUAHHAJAHHAQ!
  • Me: I set my standards pretty low for this one, and yet I'm still disappointed.