had to do something with those

writtenoutofthetrueself  asked:

President Trump was elected fairly and in line with all proper process. How can the idea of impeaching him be anything other than a undemocratic coup and an outright declaration of war on the American people by the elites?

If he breaks a law, such as obstruction of justice, then impeachment and removal from office is the Constitutional mechanism in which the Congress can and should use to safeguard the republic. Impeaching him and removing him from office just because we don’t like him would be an “undemocratic coup” (And, by the way, aren’t all coups “undemocratic”? I’m pretty sure there aren’t any democratic coups. Those are just called elections.) Impeaching him and removing him from office because he obstructed justice – as in, just as a totally random example, if he had done something crazy like asking the FBI Director to drop a specific investigation and then firing him for not doing so – is a responsibility that each and every member of Congress takes an oath to uphold.

Also, I’m about as anti-Trump as any human being alive today, and I am certainly not an “elite”. I don’t even know who the “elites” are. They obviously aren’t as powerful and controlling as “average Americans” seem to believe. If President Trump breaks the law and is impeached and removed from office, it won’t be because of any “elites” who weren’t elected by the American people. It will be because members of the House of Representatives voted to impeach him and at least two-thirds of the Senate voted to remove him from office. And all of the people responsible for casting those votes are elected officials (and the majority are Republicans). Oh, and if President Trump is impeached and removed from office, he’ll be succeeded by another Republican – Mike Pence. So, basically, that would be a wildly ineffective “undemocratic coup”. There’s nothing undemocratic about enforcing the Constitution. 

anonymous asked:

I just realize something. 5 years ago, the 5 girls were strangers, now they're strangers again

Life is a cycle. There’s life then there’s death. There’s a beginning, and there’s an end. It’s what we do in the in-between that matters. The journey. The living.

5h, even if they have separated now, still have those memories worth five years in their minds and hearts. When they look back when they’re older, it’s the journey they had together that will be remembered.

Fanfic Friday: Bold Girl (Sometimes), Chapter 3

For an Anon Tumblr user, who requested Shelagh gets bold in South-Africa (I mean, something must have happened, otherwise we wouldn’t have baby Teddy…)


Patrick was a good man.

Shelagh suspected that there was a part of her that had always known this, even when she was still a nun and called him Doctor Turner. She could never have loved him if he was not so compassionate, so determined, so kind, for without those things, he would not have been Patrick.

There were moments in which she thought: “This is it. I can’t love him more than I do now,” but then one of his comments, a touch of his hand, or a sigh escaping from his lungs showed another layer of empathy that was yet unknown to her, and she fell a little bit more in love with him.

Now, as he sat on the edge of the bed, scribbling away in that unreadable handwriting of his in the slim book he used to make notes, she felt her heart swell. Surely she could not love him more than in this moment, in which he doggedly tried to work out the problems of Hope Clinic?

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Originally posted by hellacluttered

Prompt: “Oh, God. That’s your “I did something bad” face.”
Pairing: With Yondu Udonta
(Note 1: I always do all my reader-insert with a female reader. So, I’m sorry…)(Note 2: You can request a prompt here but there’s only a 50% chance I’m actually gonna do it. No smut or NSFW, please. That’s not my thing.)

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Stepping Down

Hello everyone, Mod O here.
I am not sure how many of you follow my tumblr or have already seen my post there, but I need to announce it here.
I am stepping down as a mod and participant of the Shance Big Bang. I love Shance and I do love writing and drawing. However right now I can do neither of those things.
I have been spiralling into a mental break down for the past three months, I could feel myself falling from all the sudden intense stress various things offline caused. At the beginning of April for various reasons it began getting much worse much faster and I reached a point where I had to go to A&E majors dept for mental crisis.
After that something else happened and I am at the lowest point of my life right now. I am in and out of doctors appointments and hospital emergency visits. I have had to be hooked up to ecg machines for prolonged (24 hours without a break) panic attacks with palpitations. High blood pressure and tachycardia.
So really, I cannot give the big bang the time and effort that it deserves and will be absent from social media for a while. I’m very sorry. I hope everyone has an amazing time and I can’t wait to see all the awesome content that results from your collaborations.
Mod A is still here, though he has a lot on his plate too, however new Mods will be appointed to help out.
Continue to spread positivity and love within our little corner of the fandom, everyone, and I wish you all well! ❤️

Meeting Gramma Nut

Originally posted by witchyautumns

Pairing: Gabe x Reader, Sam, Dean
Word count: 947
Warnings: Odd food, swearing

Part 9 of Candy Land

The two of you pulled apart, fixing your clothes. You knew you had to keep moving, but neither of you made the move to get back up just yet.

It was late afternoon as the two of you walked along the path. “We should find somewhere for the night.” You glanced at him. “Or make something.” Reminding him that he couldn’t simply snap up a shelter wasn’t something you wanted to do. He felt terrible about this situation, and you refused to make it worse.

Gabe nodded. “I’ll keep an eye out.” He told you, giving your hand a light squeeze. “If those two can survive, so can we.” There was the tiniest shimmer in his eye, letting you know that he wasn’t completely lost. There was still a touch of his Trickster self deep down.

Neither of the boys had said anything for the first bit of the path after they had separated from the others. Finally, about twenty minutes in, Dean stopped, and looked at Sam. “You fucked Y/N?” His arms were over his chest, a look disbelief on his face.

Sam rolled his eyes and went to start walking, only for Dean’s hand to come in contact with his chest. “She explained this, Dean.” He reminded him. “And why does it matter so much? You got twins, I’d think you’d prefer that.”

Dean nodded. “I did enjoy that.” There was a smirk on his face. “I just thought if either of us ever slept with her, it’d be me.” He shrugged.

“You’ve thought about that?” Sam asked, amused.

“A couple times.” He didn’t see the big deal. “Was she good?” Dean asked, finally letting them move again.

Sam grinned. “Oh, yeah.” When Dean groaned, he laughed. He planned to use this to get back at Dean for years of thin motel room walls.

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strictly-chaotic  asked:

Rachel!! I LOVE your Sterek lyric edit, it's incredible! Always had thoughts of Sterek when I heard this song, but seeing your graphics with those lyrics....just perfection. Totally made my day better seeing it. :D I hope you're doing well and that you're having a lovely, relatively stress-free day. *hugs* :D <3

*flails* Thank you, Mary!!

Those lyrics are perfect for Sterek, aren’t they? I got such intense feels every time I heard that song and even with my limited editing skills I just had to do something for it. You’re really sweet, and I’m so glad you like it! :D


L'appel du vide. You know I just learned that term, the call of the void. Such a beautiful phrase for something I’ve always experienced and never had a name for. If you didn’t know, it’s a term to describe that desire to jump, so to speak. To this day when I see bleach, chemicals, or any kind of poison, I feel the void pull. As a child it was frightening. As a witch it feels good. I hear it’s call, and I stare into it, unafraid. I’m not going to do it of course, but I will answer back, like to a friend. It’s like those cryptids! I think I love the void. Maybe I’ll date the void.

I saw one of those “art of the main four throughout a period of time where they’re all removed until Matt is left and I immediately had to drown my phone in holy water.

c-jay321  asked:

If you're still doing the character hc's can you do one for my boy Izuku? ^^

HAHA YES but this is really hard since he’s the main character we already know so much gahh

-Sorry it took me a while to finish this-

1. I had a headcanon that he liked Uraraka but came to the same conclusion that she did, just way sooner than she did, and decided to put aside his feelings for now.. or something along those lines… BUT after listening to this beauty where he briefly mentions something about being proud that he’s getting better at carrying on a normal conversation with a girl, I’m wondering if he actually has feelings that he’s just kind of ignoring as just “talking to girls makes me nervous” or if it’s actually just that (thoughts on this are welcome)

2. He only saw his father between the ages of 0-3 so he really doesn’t remember him. They don’t talk or communicate really at all.. In previous years his mother and him would call him on major holidays, but it’s always been really formal and uncomfortable for Izuku. Now and then (maybe once or twice a year) he gets a text or an email but.. he really doesn’t know him and he thinks of him like he would a stranger, or an uncle you’ve never met and only heard of in stories. He doesn’t talk about him to others and sometimes he forgets that his biological father is actually supposed to be his father. He can only imagine that his relationship with All Might is what a real father son relationship is supposed to be.

3. {kind of tying into the last one} As he’s grown closer to Toshi, he has become more and more of a father figure. More recently he’s wondered if this is what having a father stand by and support you is really like. Since he found out about Night Eye’s prophesy or whatever it is, he’s beginning to realize he doesn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to tell him that he’s like a father to him. (I really hope that he asks if he can call him Dad, but idk if that will happen)

4. When he was pretty little he used to HATE vegetables.. I feel like most kids typically don’t.. but he really hated them. He would cry if they were put in front of him.. Inko had a hard time. Then he saw some Ad or campaign All Might did on TV telling kids to eat healthy or whatever and he never cried at them again. After eating them for a few weeks he secretly started to like most of them.

5. He tends to drink a decent amount of Gatorade

6. He’s not against getting a small tattoo when he’s older but he doesn’t want it to be in a super obvious place. Maybe the back of his neck or something. It would prob have to have a meaning too. He’s still not 100% sure he wants one at all, and it’s not really something he’s worrying about… It’s just that some of the other guys were talking about where they would get one when they were older and still wanted to, and so he thought about it.

7. He likes plants & he will have a garden when he’s older.

8. He used to bite his nails but managed to stop himself by the time the Entrance exam came around.

9. He still occasionally watches that All Might rescue vid

10. He doesn’t like orange or lemon flavored things. The artificial flavors are gross to him. The actual fruits or juices are ok tho

For those of you who are awake and give a damn about other people, listen up. I don’t do this often, actually this is the first time I’ve done something like this, but this was too close to home for me to stay silent.

At 10:30pm GMT a coward walked into the lobby of Manchester Arena as the Ariana Grande concert that had just finished and set off a bomb into the crowd of pre-teens, teens, and waiting parents, killing 19 (as of writing this), and injuring over 50 more. 

Yes, currently the police here are treating this as a terrorist attack, but we have no other information besides it was a bomb, and a second device was safely detonated after the arena was cleared. 

Please, for the love of the survivors, don’t make this political, and don’t spread any unconfirmed news that may be spread around. This has affected a lot of kids that were out for their first concert, this has effected a performer no older than me.

For the love of the gods, pray for those who are hurt, pray for the families that are still missing loved ones, those who are in the Manchester area continue offering your help, but please remember these were kids, they were innocent of anything that affects us this badly.


heartbreak chronicles {1} | M


Contains: bad crack, smut {fuckboy!jimin}

Words: 10,164

Summary: Park Jimin had it all — good grades, a place as the soccer team’s captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campus’ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well.

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A/N: I tried out a “lighter” writing style for… whatever this is. Hope you guys like it! | This fic is based on the movie “John Tucker must die” | SUB!BTS COLLAB

The girl’s request echoed on the warm air of your living room, dancing on silence as your body was covered in shock. For an instant, you truly believed you had misheard her words, replacing them for something much more unrealistic. Regardless, as the quietude fell like a blanket over the two of you, you noticed, at last, that your friend could not be more serious. “You want me to do what?” You finally asked, flabbergasted.

The night had started normally — and that was all that you could ever wish for. All that you wanted was to rest after an exhausting week, merely putting your your pajamas and watching shallow TV shows until your tiredness forced you to go to sleep. You wanted to get some pizza and gossip with your roommate about the most frivolous of subjects, allowing for the storm of stress and unfinished projects to disperse from around your head.

However, she had a different idea of how that night would unfold. “We want you to break his heart,” Lisa told you with utter serenity, as if the words that had left her mouth were no more than mundane. “Thought that was quite clear.”

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Why did I even draw this

Again [a Flyleaf Acoustic cover]
The Unwritten November & Eowyn

                                                I love you, please see
                                                  And believe again


This is my contribution for the Mental Health Awareness week. To anyone who’s struggling with mental illnesses… You’re not on your own. We’re here with you.

The Smart Way

A long time ago, I worked at a big-box store, pulling boxes off trucks, stacking them on pallets, and sending the pallets out to the sales floor to stock. It was hot, tiring, and not particularly fun, but they paid me, so that was good enough.

I had a coworker that those of us in the warehouse liked to call Crackhead. Crackhead wasn’t really a bad guy, but his choice of vice was really beginning to affect those around him. Unfortunately, he had an industrious, git-‘er-done attitude, which management absolutely loved; if a supervisor told him to run head-first into a brick wall, he’d do it with a smile. Which, I suppose, isn’t all that bad either, at least as far as management is concerned. Except… “charging head-first into a brick wall” was his go-to strategy. If the boxes on the beat-up conveyor belt got stuck, his solution was to shove as hard as he could, slamming the boxes into each other until something broke or fell off and everything started moving again. Of all the breakage we experienced that wasn’t broken in transit, 90% of it was from Crackhead. We lost gallons of paint because he wanted to know what the bottom of the paint box looked like. We lost a case of shampoo because he opened it to see what it smelled like, and dropped it on the cement floor. We even lost our lunch hour once because he somehow broke the time-clock so we couldn’t clock in or out for lunch, and told management that everyone had “totally had taken lunch already” and “oh man, those guys are so lazy, they want two lunch breaks.”

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First words [One-shot]



This little one-shot was inspired on two things:

-My relationship with my sister

-The manga “Shugo Chara”. For those who know the manga, it’s based from the chapter when the guardians go to Yaya’s house.


I tried to adjust Blueprint’s story to PaperJam’s story. So, since (according to his description) he lived with Ink until a certain age, he met Blueprint before the others. I also tried to make him the most canonically possible, but adjusting his personality to the story.


As you may know, English is not my first language. I deeply apologise if there are any Errors in the story. I checked it lots of times and hope there’s not a single Error ovo



*Ink!Sans belongs to @comyet

*PaperJam/PJ belongs to @7goodangel (I’m sorry if I didn’t make PJ’s personality too well. I tried to stick the “a jerk on the outside but a big child inside” part and this was what I got. Sorry ;u;)

Secondary characters

*Gradient belongs to @askcomboclub

*Moku belongs to  @6agentgg9

*Palette belongs to  @angexci 

And last, but not least

*Blueprint belongs to, well, me! 

Hope you guys like it!


This will be narrated from PaperJam’s perspective.


I never was good with new people. And I wasn’t very happy when you came.

One day, Ink just came “home” with a baby, claiming that it was my “new brother”. I didn’t understand what was he saying with that, and then he showed you to me, my new little brother.

I wasn’t happy with this. I didn’t want a brother. I mean, Ink couldn’t even take care of me, why would he want to have another one? To let them here alone and forgotten with me? Wow, good plan, dad. However, he told me that you only would be staying with us for a day so I could get to know you, since bonding with brothers was very important and blah blah blah…

We spend a few hours talking about you and how you came to life. Apparently, you were just an accident, but not a bad one. And since he created you, you were my brother. Well, step-brother, because Blueberry was the other one that created you. I couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous… you were going to have caring parents and a better life than mine. What if Ink actually forgot entirely about me?

Yeah, the idea of having a brother was becoming less and less “exciting” to me.

But then, just before I started to think more things like that (which I thought was very rare for me), Ink suddenly had to go (I wasn’t surprised, with his work of protecting AUs and all; he barely had time to be here), cutting our conversation just when I actually started to enjoy it. Ink stood from the sofa and was about to open a portal when he realised something important:

Who was going to take care of you?

He told me that Blueberry and… Honey… I think, were with the other versions of them and he couldn’t take you to wherever they were. So, he had only one option… that I didn’t like, at all.

Why I had to take care of you?! I didn’t ask him for a brother and I didn’t know how to take care of a baby. I was five years old! I was starting to learn how to write and read! I remember arguing with him for a while, until I had to accept.

But not without asking something in return, of course.

In the end, he went to do whatever he needed and I was left alone with you. An awkward atmosphere formed where we were, since you found my face very interesting and kept your eyes on me for a really long time. I tried my best to ignore you, but you were too much persisting and even threw me some mini bones at me to gain my attention.

What a smart baby, huh? Well, we were magic skeleton monsters after all. But it was becoming annoying.

“What do you want?” I asked you and you only looked at me and babbled something. I instantly felt stupid, remembering that Ink told me you haven’t said your first word yet. how would you even tell me what you needed? You kept looking at me and then, surprisingly, your stomach made a noise.

Right… now I had to feed you.

Making something for you was horrible. I mean, we were in the Anti-Void and only had some snacks since we didn’t really need to eat, but being you a recently made creation, obviously needed to consume something, even if you had your HP full. Eventually, I found some milk and gave it to you, ending getting milk on my face and shirt because you apparently didn’t know how to drink it.

That was enough for me.

Usually, I’m not a person that gets mad easily. However, I did get mad that time. I stood abruptly from my seat and went to clean my face, leaving you alone on the sofa. Ink told me to not leave you, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be alone and so I did. I went to my bedroom (well, it’s not a real bedroom… just a bed that Ink made for me) and stayed here for a few hours. Maybe three or four…

It wasn’t until I heard a soft sound that I didn’t get up from my bed. And when I did, I instantly paled: You were lying on the floor crying softly. Your soft cries barely reaching my non-existent ears. And it wasn’t the worst. No, no.

You were blushing and sweating a lot. Were you sick? In that moment I didn’t know.

Quickly, I went to your side and picked you up, checking if you had hurt yourself from the fall. Luckily you didn’t have any bruises, but your skull was very hot. Now you were sick? And I was alone.


How you could get sick so easily and fast? I didn’t understand that at all! Was that the real reason of why Ink brought you here? So he could watch over you while Blueberry and Honey were busy? If that was the reason, he was very irresponsibly by leaving you with me: a child, taking care of another child!

I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t use magic to help you, I couldn’t ask Ink for help, I couldn’t open a portal and find Blueberry… I couldn’t do anything. And I was scared.

What if something happened? What if you started to feel worse? What if…

What if you died?

Those thoughts were swirling in my head, making me fell worst and worst. I didn’t want you to die.

Come on! You had a great life ahead! You would have a caring family and friends and maybe… maybe we would have been friends! I should have watched you. Maybe if I haven’t left you alone…

I couldn’t help to feel guilty, even knowing that it wasn’t my fault that got sick. In that moment, I didn´t cared about anything, just you.

It was in that moment when Ink decided that he should go home, and so he did. He came to the Anti-Void and found me on the sofa, hugging you like it was the last time I’d see you and honestly, that’s what I thought. He rushed to my side, worryingly asking what was wrong. I wasted no time and explained him what happened, apologising for being a bad brother and almost crying

Almost, ok?

What I wasn’t expecting was that Ink just took you and, with a quick spell, healed you. I mean, I knew magic were fast and efficient but, that was just too fast. When I asked him why, he explained that you were having some problems with your soul.

You see, brother (and also you, reader), Ink told me you were created without a soul, since you were just a magic drawing. So, he made an artificial one for you with the same paint he used to create you. Apparently, he didn’t want you to become like some “evil flower”.

Your soul was like your eyes: a blue diamond. And that soul was filled with Prussian blue paint that could give you the emotions you needed. It seemed like your body wasn’t used to having it yet and would make you sick from time to time. I didn’t quite understand that, but I was relieved when he said you would be fine.

The rest of the day was peaceful. Ink and I talked about random things while you slept. It was… nice, being with them like we were a family. That’s what we are, right? Yeah, right.

Eventually it was time to bring you back home. Ink said that you won’t be coming anytime soon because he wanted to protect you from dangerous people (aka, Error). It kind of made me sad, not being able to talk you again for a long time, but… it had to be done, hadn’t it? Ink made a portal back to Underswap and gave me time to say goodbye to you. After that, he started to walk to the portal, stopping when you started to squirm under his grasp.

Curious, I walked to the portal. You immediately looked at me and gave me a huge simile, saying (or trying to say) something that made us look at you in surprise:

My name. Yes, my name!

It was kind of babbled and wasn’t my full name but… It was your very first word. And it wasn’t “dad” or “mom”… no, it was “PJ”

You didn’t have idea of how happy you made me that day. The day when I found you, disliked you and then liked you and accepted the idea that we were brothers. And, in the bottom of my soul, I hoped to see you again.

Maybe having a little brother wouldn’t be that bad, right?


I hope you liked it! It was an idea I had for while uvu and really needed to make it. We now know more about Print and PJ’s relationship. I won’t say PJ likes him because he’s not my character and don’t want to say incorrect things (since he isn’t one to make friends). So, I only will say that Blueprint’s first words made him very happy.

I’m sorry if it looks rushed, but this isn’t a story. It just PaperJam talking with Blueprint and telling him the story (with some people spying on them(?))


totally late for the party xD but just wanted to appreciate how preciously perfect and adorable this shot of Betty & Jughead are together at Poptates, especially since these two have no concept of personal space whatsoever, even when they were just platonic friends! *heart eyes* Look at her arms wrapped over his knees that’s propped up on the booth chair…. she’s just a shy away from sitting on his lap xD…..with his arms draped behind her as usual. They look so happy and blissful side by side and have to say, they are such a perfect fit for each other, physically, intellectually and emotionally that it’s hard to imagine them with any other people after this. 

Regardless of how Bughead will end up or their fates after the season finale, the level of development these two characters have undergone since the first episode is tremendous, especially the progression of their relationship with each other. The fact that they didn’t even have any interactions with each other in the first episode, and then when they first lay their eyes on each other in that second episode at Poptates….it was such an iconic heart eyes inducing moment the way his eyes & face light up like he’s found his angel….truly makes the audience (or at least me xD) feel like they are soulmates who’ve finally found each other, two contrasting personalities that need each other to be whole. They simply belong together and it’ll be such a waste after all that development…for something to tear them apart…. but then again, this is a tv show and what’s a relationship without some angst and drama ey? 

Plus, even if something happens between them to break them apart, the fun of shipping is seeing the possibilities of them finding each other again knowing that they truly belong together. It’s amazing how far they’ve come….from the point when Jughead lamented how he’s the invisible one in the booth eventho there’s four of them, saying that Archie is the luckiest redheaded guy in the universe, which then, we didn’t realise that he’s actually giving us an insight to his feelings that he could’ve been holding a torch for Betty all these years….(especially when he released that huge sigh of relief and contentment after he kissed her in her room..like he finally had the guts to do something about it)..….and wanting some of that attention which Betty has always given to Archie……to finally feeling that he belonged with them and that he actually got his girl, the happiness that he’s been secretly craving for…. Seriously. Betty & Jughead’s relationship on Riverdale has been such a surreal dream come true….especially for those of us who have been rooting for them for years in the comics…be it as platonic friends or more…as long as it makes them happy. <333 Sorry for the longass post. 

AriA’s File

Okay, what is the deal with Aria’s file? What on earth could be her secret? A secret that would put EZRA in jail, and make him pick Nicole over her?

AD says the following to Aria:

“Jessica DiLaurentis kept excellent records. If Ezra knew what was in your file he would definitely choose Nicole, and she would be visiting him in jail.”

Why would something …

  • in ARIAs file 
  • put EZRA in jail 
  • AND have him pick Nicole


One thing we know for sure is it had to be something that happened BEFORE Jessica’s murder, since it is something Jessica found out.

This can be interpreted in two ways:

  1. Jessica DiLaurentis found something incriminating about Ezra that Aria has kept a secret. But…. why would Ezra hate Aria because of it? Why would Ezra blame Aria if this came out? What is she willing to keep secret about Ezra that she would go against her best friends for? Does Aria know a secret about Ezra that if it came out would put him in jail? Okay, there are a few possibilities here, but why would it make Ezra choose Nicole over Aria? Thats the part I just dont understand. Ezra could be upset that Jessica found out something about him, but why would it make him give up his love for Aria??? 
  2. Jessica found out something about Aria that would cause Ezra to hate her and to do something that would put him in jail….Is this signifying that Ezra would kill Aria if he found out this secret?

I feel like the following photo is significant. The 4 glasses represent the four main girls, Spencer, Hanna, Aria & Emily. 

By shattering a glass, it is a symbol that she is no longer one of them, that she is going against the group to protect whatever is in her file.

The girls have always stuck together, so it has to be something HUGE if she is willing to go over to the dArk side. 

(Side Note: I swear to GOD if Marlene messes this up and its something stupid Im going to jump off a cliff) 

There has always been something sketchy about Aria. I’ve written a million posts about it and don’t want to go through every little thing again because we’ll be here all day, but I do want to go over a few significant things.

  • Aria and Eddie Lamb

When Aria goes into Radley to get info on Bethany’s old roommate, Eddie Lamb recognizes her and says he feels like they have met before. Aria acts REALLY BIZARRE in this scene. She is obviously hiding something. She has some kind of connection to Radley Sanitarium. 


  • Aria and Jason

A part of me has always believed that Jason is A. I have written theories about it. He has always had a thing for Aria. The weirdest thing was when he had all of those close-up photos of her sleeping. He claimed Alison took them-but I just dont buy that. And later A had the same photos in his/her lair.

Then there is a very similar scene in later seasons, of Aria hanging up her creepy doll photographs in a dark room. It is a parallel to when Jason is in the darkroom with the pictures of her.

Its possible that whatever is in her file has something to do with Jason. This could lead in to why it would cause Ezra to choose Nicole over Aria.


  • Aria and Mona

What the hell did Aria whisper to Mona at this moment that had her running scared?????? Aria and Mona have always had an interesting relationship and suspicious conversations.


  • The Dollhouse 

Aria had the mannequin family framed in her Dollhouse bedroom. The look on her face seems to convey that she KNOWS SOMETHING. Who/why they were taken there.


There are so many crazy possibilities as to what is in Aria’s file. The last few episodes of the show have really depressed me. I’ve been majorly disappointed in the writing and reveals. I am really hoping they give us something shocking and amazing for Aria’s secret.

Fingers crossed.