i'll queue a few because there might be a lot of these

Aria is A.D I'll fight you on it

I’m still keen on the Aria is A.D/uber A theory. It does add up.

My theory is that at some point, perhaps after Alison went missing, Aria had some kind of mental breakdown and was in Radley. Whether or not she actually went to Iceland I don’t know. It would be a fair cover for being in a mental institution. This would explain why Eddie Lamb recognised her when she volunteered at Radley. She did seem pretty surprised and uneasy when Eddie recognised her.

Also, another major point is the fact her medical files were missing but all the other girls’ files were still there. Then at the end we see A with Noel and Aria’s files. Why Aria? Unless she stole it herself or is working with Noel (unless he’s dead, I can’t remember lol). Even Ezra would do something like that. There’s obviously something worth seeing in it. What if it was records of a mental illness or her stay at Radley? I’m pretty sure the girls might have a few questions for her if that is the case.

I just wonder why they aren’t acting more suspicious towards Aria now. One, we still don’t have definite proof that Aria and Ezra didn’t kill Charlotte. Aria was the only one to say she wanted Charlotte to stay in Radley. Maybe she truly was scared and she killed her out of fear and anger. Aria does tend to have violent, explosive outbursts, sorta like Charlotte. It wouldn’t surprise me if she did kill her. Maybe she killed her because she wanted to take over the game.

Aria seems to be the most affected by what happened to them. Or that’s how the portray it at least. Maybe it’s all just a cover and Aria has been the real A since episode 1. Mona started it, but Aria and Mona have an interesting relationship. Mona did call Aria ‘big A’ in like season 1 or 2. If that’s not a dead giveaway then idk what is. They don’t seem to hate each other, it just feels like there’s something unspoken between them. There’s a lot of little looks and queues they make, and when they work together they are a pretty good team. Aria is the best liar of them all, she’s secretive and mysterious. All key traits a psychotic stalker/abuser would have. Mona even respects Aria in a way, like that time they were at the movies and Aria said something into Mona’s ear that made Mona cry. Mona said something akin to 'you know where to stick the knife and how to twist it’ meaning she didn’t just go for the kill, she doesn’t mind letting the victim suffer a bit too. To me this was a big moment. Not many people can get Mona to break with just a few words. Maybe we weren’t meant to hear it because it had something to do with the A game? That’s unlikely but just speculation.

What we do know is that Aria has massive potential for being a much darker character, all the prerequisites are there. I’m not psych but I am studying to become one, and I would be pretty concerned about Aria, even from season 1. She’s volatile, her moods change very quickly, she gets irritable and impatient easily, she’s destroyed other people’s property in her anger outbursts, she’s very paranoid and suspicious of people and in general, she looks in the mirror a lot which I used to do when I was going through derealisation and depersonalisation. It’s a strange feeling, but I suffer from anxiety, depression and bpd, and I know the signs of dissociation. Aria is the most likely suspect in my opinion. She dresses eccentric which could be from a lack of self image, some speculate that she has DID dissociative identity disorder formerly known as split personality or multiple personality disorder. This could be true, but I feel like at least her parents would notice her changes and get her some help. Who knows? After all it is just a TV show.

I feel like she has something similar but on a lesser scale. Severe anxiety can cause paranoid thinking and even hallucinations, but that would be at the point of psychosis. Psychosis can form as a result of trauma, which Aria has certainly experienced. Spencer had her thing with the meds, Emily and her drinking, Hannah and her drinking, what about Aria? Maybe her trauma manifests differently, in the form of mental illness. Mental illness cannot always be detected easily, and I mean by others who you spend time with. They won’t always notice and sometimes the sufferer will purposely hide it because they’re embarrassed or whatever. Aria could be aware of her illness and now she’s better at hiding it. All the evidence is against her. Guilty, I say. I say, you are A.

Fixing Holes

Anon asked: “I just need a super fluffy Bellarke modern AU. Like super fluffy. So sweet my teeth rot. Idk like Clarke’s dog runs away in the park and she’s chasing it and Bellamy catches it and dating happens?”

Hello there, nonnie! First off, I just want to say I’m sorry that this took so long. College has been really, really crazy, and I overestimated the amount of free time I’d have by a lot. Writers block didn’t make things much better, but I pushed through and ended up with this. Thanks for the prompt! :)


Raven Reyes was the biggest liar on the planet and Clarke Griffin was the worst dog sitter there ever was.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Raven had told her, “Duke’s the sweetest puppy—he shouldn’t be any trouble at all.”

Yeah, right. Try telling that to her now when her shoes were half-eaten and the floor of Raven’s apartment was covered with muddy pawprints—at least she hoped that was mud—and pee stains. Duke was a sweetheart, he really was, but at twelve weeks old he hadn’t quite figured out what humans deemed socially acceptable.

Clarke opened the backdoor and sat the small creature on the grass, telling him to “go potty” before heading back inside and opening Raven’s cleaning cupboard. Sure enough, the carpet cleaner and antibacterial spray were right in front, just to the left of a note that read:

“Thanks so much for dog sitting, Clarke! Much love, Raven”

Keep reading

by the way…

i did say this on twitter already, but i figured i should update over here also. i have been extremely busy and i’ve had a lot going on, and still do - on top of it all, i now have to do something personal this weekend that will cause me a lot of pain and grief. i can’t be sure how much. i’m very scared, but i have to get through it.

to those of you who have messaged me or have just been wondering what’s up with me… that’s the thing right now. i’m sorry! i promise it’s not you, i just don’t have the capacity right now, and i’m sorry if this means you’re feeling put out. it’s 100% on me, partly because my life these last few months just has not been letting up for a second.

in the interest of giving myself permission to be a wreck about this: i will be a wreck about this. i can’t promise that i will be particularly easy to be around or talk to for a little while, but hopefully i can prepare adequately and do what needs doing.

anyway, if you see me creating stuff or being around, but i’m not talking to you, this is why. <3 know that i am probably thinking of you fondly as i move through this - y’all have been really incredible about supporting me over the last year or so, emotionally, financially, creatively, etc. and it means the world. thank you!!!

I won’t be very active starting Monday because I’m heading off to the U S of A to visit family and I’ll be there for two weeks. I might still check Tumblr for messages and stuff but I have WhatsApp (and Instagram, which I might be on a lot more than Tumblr while I’m away) as well so if anyone, who hasn’t already, wants to add me on that you can just ask 😊Also, when I get back Uni will have already started so that will be a priority for me until I settle back into a routine. I’ve built up a bit of a queue in the meantime, much love 💛

Title: Dangerous [3/?]
Genre: AU, Fantasy, Romance
Pairings:
Phan
Trigger warning:
Bullying, Homophobic behaviour (just in this chapter so skip when you get to the bullying part?)
Summary: Phil gets sent to a boarding school for people with strange abilities after an incident at his previous school. There, he meets Dan who wants nothing more than to hate his guts. But maybe there’s a reason for that? Getting a crush, however, was certainly something neither Dan or Phil had planned. However normal this love story may seem, the strange school they attend will change it from normal to Dangerous.
Authors Note: 
Hope you enjoy this next chapter! I’m a bit unsure about this one, I was originally going to have more things happen but I didn’t know if it would drag it out too much so the first main bit of the story is starting here. I will say, though, that there are much worse things they are going to have to deal with than a crush ;P

The fact that it was now the weekend made Phil sigh with relief. The test the previous day had shaken him up a bit, especially the fact that the guy testing him somehow knew what he had done. Knew exactly what to call him to get him angry. He rubbed his eyes, thankful that he could wake up naturally, rather than to an alarm forcing him to end his dreams prematurely. He sat up in his bed and stretched, reaching over to his bedside table and slipping on his glasses.

When the blurry room came into clear view, he blinked the sleep out of his eyes and swung his legs off the bed. He frowned, noticing a small note in the corner of the room. Was it that person with the scribbled out name again? Maybe. Who knew.

He got up, quickly adjusting his bed sheets to make it look a little neater, before making his way over to the door and picking up the slip of paper.

‘Careful. They’ll be watching you. Act as normal as possible. Burn this once you read it. -call me J.’

The last part of the name had been scribbled out again, leaving just the letter J. Phil decided to so as this ‘J’ person said and went down to the lounge. Everyone had probably gone out for the weekend - he’d learned that near the school there was a town that you could go to with supervision on Saturdays. With a sigh, he went and turned on the fire and carefully places the slip of paper in it to it, watching it slowly shrivel up and burn.

He was going to stay cooped up in his room all day, is what he had decided. He didn’t want to risk getting angry or out of control.

He turned and left the room, staring at the floor as he went. It probably wasn’t the best move, considering he walked straight into someone on the way out.

“Watch it, emo hair!”

Phil looked up and saw a rather plump, red faced boy with greasy hair staring down at him. He reminded him of one of the body guards, what with being so tall and bulky.

“S-sorry,” Phil mumbled an apology and began to walk away. He heard a snort come from the guy he’d just walked into and the lounge doors shutting.

Once he got to his floor, he saw PJ coming out of his room. PJ noticed him and waved.

“Hi Phil. Enjoying the weekend?” He asked.

“Well I’ve only been up for half an hour, but yeah. It’s a lot quieter.”

“Mhm. A lot of people spend the whole day in the town not far from here. I don’t usually go down though, I prefer quiet.” PJ said with a shrug.

The two of them had decided to go down to the lunch hall - Phil knew he was highly unlikely to get angry around PJ -, even though it was more than likely that there wouldn’t be any food being served. They sat in the corner where there was a couch and comfy, squishy seats.

“Is it ok to ask how long you’ve been at the school for?” Phil asked after a moment of silence.

“It depends. Some people would tell you, some would rather not think about it. I’ve been here since I was three, so each year I’m class rep ‘cause I’ve been here the longest.”

“3 years old?” Phil said in a disbelieving voice - PJ had been such a young child when he arrived?

“Well, yeah. Usually kids of that age aren’t allowed. 5 is the normal age, but I was a… special case, I guess”

“ Doesn’t it get boring?”

“I suppose so, but I can’t do anything about it. Still, I get to leave when I’m 20 - that’s only in 4 years. It’s not so bad here in my opinion, but then again, others might absolutely hate it here. It’s just a matter of opinion. Besides, I have friends, so it’s not really boring at all,” Phil frowned. He hadn’t really seen PJ talk to anyone other than Chris and Dan. 

There were a few minutes of silence, both Phil and PJ were in deep thought, when the door opened and the guy from earlier entered with three friends sauntering behind him. They sat down at the other end of the room, and Phil could practically hear them talking about him. He rolled his eyes and turned away. It wasn’t like they were going to start being mean to him was it? Besides, if they did, he could always..

He shook of the thought and mentally kicked himself. He was being watched, so his fantasy of beating them to a pulp was quickly diminished.

“Are they being mean to you?” PJ asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” Phil shook his head. “Well I accidentally walked into the big one earlier and he got really uptight about it but they’re not saying anything..”

“Well if they do anything then tell me, ok?”

“Ok”

Another half hour passed and they continued talking. Apparently PJ really liked gaming too, and he’d saved up enough money to buy a Nintendo DS which was in his room. He wasn’t meant to have it, but he’d snuck it in anyway.

After that, they both went back to their respective rooms - PJ because he had some work to finish, and Phil just because he had nothing better to do. He stepped inside his room and felt his foot on something - another slip of paper.

'If they do anything I’ll sort them out, don’t worry.-J’ he raised an eyebrow before chucking the paper into the bin. He really wanted to know who this person was, but he would probably never find out. He didn’t want to read any more of his book - he only had a few pages left and wanted to save them for later when he would be trying to get to sleep.

The next hour was pretty boring. PJ had come over briefly to ask if he wanted to meet him and Chris on Sunday - he’d accepted the offer, but for the rest of Saturday Phil had absolutely nothing to do. He was tempted to ask if he could borrow PJ’s Nintendo DS so he could finish playing Mario, but he decided against it.

After an hour, he felt like going outside would be a lot better than being confined in his rather bare dorm room. Besides, even though it was autumn and the air would be brisk and cool, his room had nothing entertaining whatsoever inside it. Maybe he could just sit on a bench and stare at the sky. He used to do that a lot in his old school, stare out of the window and not pay attention to a word the teachers were saying.

He walked over the bridge from the dorms and over past where the lunch hall was, looking for a place to sit. Behind the lunch hall was a large grassy area with a pebbly pathway through the middle leading to somewhere that had been fenced off. There was also another small pathway that he assumed led to bigger fields used for sports the grass was short and obviously very well kept. The few benches that were dotted around were furnished and Phil decided that there was no way he would be able to get anything that clean. The cleaners must work extremely hard with it, he thought.

He sat on the nearest bench but as soon as he got somewhat comfortable he heard footsteps crunching through the grass. Maybe it was Chris or PJ? Something told him it wasn’t, however, when a large shadow of a person blocked his view of the sky.

“Look what we found. Hey emo hair.” The guy sneered, bending down so that his face was a lot more visible. He looked about 17 and has greasy hair that hung over his face - what little hair he had anyway.

“What do you want?” Phil huffed. A sarcastic chorus of ‘ooooooh’ came from behind the guy, assuring Phil that he wasn’t alone.

“Oh, it can talk.” The greasy haired guy said, sounding genuinely surprised at the fact Phil could speak. “Little birdie tells me you got offered into the special class. What can you do? Huh?”

“I.. Uh.. T-telekinisis” Phil mumbled his reply, earning a loud laugh from the group. He could tell that most of them were guys, but at least one was a girl because he could vaguely see a skirt somewhere past the greasy haired guy’s legs.

“Telekinisis? Wow, they must be desperate, wanting to take a shitty emo kid into their group.” Phil shuffled uncomfortably, but there was absolutely no way he could move from his position. The greasy haired guy took a stubby finger and pressed it into Phil’s forehead with a smirk. “Maybe we should teach him that he’s just a worthless piece of shit, huh?”

Phil gulped. He’d been beaten up plenty of times before, but the last time he’d ended up sending three kids and a teacher to hospital. One of those kids had been his ex-boyfriend-turned-bully.

As if on queue, the girl at the back shouted “EW! HE’S GAY!”

The greasy haired guy retracted a finger as if he was diseased, before he felt his hair being yanked upward. He let out a small cry, his fists were clenched tightly, surely if he kept them like that it would draw blood.

He was then thrown to the floor forcefully, and he decided that greasy hair definitely had some kind of super strength.

“Should we beat the shit outta him guys? Maybe we could beat the freak outta him too. So, emo boy,” greasy hair knelt down to where he was now laying and grinned. “This is gonna be fun. See Kelsi and her brother Marc can both control minds. Kelsi reads them, Marc controls them. Max over there can suck the air right out of your puny lungs, and me? I’ve got two.”

He leaned in closer, close enough to make Phil shiver and squeeze his eyes shut.

“I can make you relive any memory I want you to, all inside your head. I can make you scream and beg for mercy, I can make you cry like the pathetic little fag you are.”

Phil took in a deep breath, counting slowly to ten in an attempt to stay calm. They might know some things about him, but other things could land them in hospital. He felt a foot slam against his stomach and suddenly he couldn’t see. He couldn’t see because everything was hazy and when he realized where he was he knew what they were trying to do.

“You’re a fuckin’ twat, I’ll fucking kill you-”

He was pushed against the wall except the wall wasn’t really there but the pain was real, the anger was real and as he fought helplessly against the boy’s grip he begun to grow more and more furious.

“N-No.. Please stop.. Please, L-Luke, you’re not like this-”

Another punch and he screamed out in pain, writhing against the wall where he was being held against.

“Shut the fuck up, Philly, you pathetic little baby. Why don’t you realize I only went out with you as a joke? You fucking retard! You’re dead, fag!”

He screamed. He yelled, he raged and he could see nothing but red hot anger burning from his soul-

Except it wasn’t real. It had been real months ago but now it wasn’t real, he was being forced to re live the anger and pain and he couldn’t control it, he couldn’t, because he didn’t.

He forced his eyes open and without even standing up most of the group had been forced to the ground.

“you don’t fucking know me. You don’t know anything about me so what the fuck gives you the right to treat me like shit!” He spat. Phil slowly rose from the ground, but they still laughed - why were they still laughing?!

It was then that he screamed. He screamed and raged just like last time and the grass around him stood up on edge like thousands of tiny needles, like the hair on the back of a cat. He hissed, unable to see anything apart from the group of worthless brats who sat on the grass. Everything was red and loud and the bench had completely been ripped from the cement it had been welded too and when he took a deep breath he realized that they weren’t sitting and laughing at him. Not anymore.

In fact some of them had ran away by the looks of things.

The rest, though… Were they dead? They has to be alive. Right? He couldn’t hurt a fly. “N-not again, not again,” he mumbled into his hands that were covering his face. He felt sick, his head pounded like he’d just woken up with a killer hangover and he began to laugh hysterically. Or was he crying? Probably both.

He sank to his knees, rolling over on his side and shaking uncontrollably and his short, sharp breaths weren’t helping in fact he could barely breath at all. He let out a small, tiny, pitiful cry that sounded more like a child whining and all of a sudden something had grasped his arm.

The next thing he knew he was in a dark and dreary room with cold, stone tiles and grey walls. There were tables and chairs and a bookcase towards the back which made him realise that this was some kind of classroom. He wipes the now cold tears from his eyes, although he still felt nauseous and the person holding his arm was gripping way too tightly. He assumed it was a woman because of the long and sharp nails.

“Phillip Lester. I am the teacher for the special group. Now, we let you choose whether or not to join, but after the danger you now pose to other students, we must force you to join.”

“Danger!?” He asked, stepping back a bit when the woman let go.

“Yes. You might end up killing someone else.”

“What do you mean…? I didn’t kill anyone!”

“No,” the lady leaned in closer so she could whisper, “but we’ll have no trouble telling the school that you did. Unless, of course, you co operate with us.” She Gave him as small smile. My students all call me red, so that’s what you can call me. Red.“

"I don’t care what rumours you spread about me, I don’t want to join!” Phil spat.

“Oh really?” Her voice stayed the same, calm, eerie tone. “If you don’t join, goodness knows what will happen to those two friends of yours. That little brother back home. I can think of some fun games to play with them, can’t you? You wouldn’t want them to come to any harm would you Phillip?”

“Fine. I’ll do it. I’ll join.” Phil said with a sigh. He couldn’t let them hurt people. Chris and PJ were right… The school was worse than it had seemed. He heard Red chuckle when he finally gave in and it sent shivers down his spine.

“Very good. Now you will be waiting here until class.”

“Class? But it’s Saturday.”

“Do you really expect a group of students as dangerous as yourselves will be allowed more than one day off? You get Sunday off, that’s it. Now sit patiently and I will introduce you to your new partner.”

With a flash the woman was gone, and the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach has yet to disappear. Most of it was likely because of how hard greasy hair had kicked him. He winced, massaging over where there was most certainly a large bruise. A few minutes later, red had popped back inside with someone else. A boy.

“Phil?!” The voice belonged to Dan. The woman was holding onto his upper arm and before Dan could speak again she squeezed it, forcing him to be silent.

“Now I am sure you have met before. Daniel, this is your new partner, Phillip. I trust you will tell him everything before class?”

Dan gave a short nod and the lady disappeared.

“Phil, why are you here? What happened?” He sounded… Worried?

“I… She threatened my friends and little brother. She said she would hurt them if I didn’t join.”

Dan gave a sigh. “Look, I’m sorry for being mean to you. I just didn’t want you to end up here, but even when I tried sending you notes it-“

“Wait, that was you?” Phil asked.

“Yeah. James is my middle name”

It was strange, Phil thought. Maybe Dan was nicer than he had originally thought him to be? After all he had apparently tried to help him, even though it didn’t work.

“Well now that you’ve been told you’re going to have to join… And you’re my partner?” He raised a brow, looking up and down at Phil. “I knew you were strong, I didn’t think you were /that/ strong…” Dan sighed, brushing a hand through his hair and started walking toward the door. “Come on, we don’t have all day, we’re going to my room”

“But what about-”

“We’ll be back before class.”

Phil followed Dan out of the classroom and into a hallway. The stone walls and marble floor made it look like some kind of castle. They emerged in some woods and, in fear of getting lost, Phil stood as close as he possibly could to Dan without it being awkward.

They came to a gate and Phil realized that the fenced off area must have lead to the classroom. He went pale as soon as he looked up - the bench had been ripped out of the concrete mercilessly, the grass around where he had been standing was ripped and even from there he could smell blood.

He’d even managed to knock down a nearby tree. Oh God, it was worse than last time. He took in a deep, shaky breath - the sick feeling he’d had before was returning and he knew he had to get away from the scene as fast as possible.

Dan turned to look at him and had probably noticed that he was shaking, with the look he was being given.

“Are you ok?” Dan asked - his hand moved as if he was going to touch Phil, to comfort him, but he thought against it and went to fix his hair.

“I’m fine.” Phil assured with a nod and began to walk back to the dorms, Dan following behind.

“This way to my room,” Dan gestured for Phil to follow once they were inside the actual building. It looked like Dan had one of the few ground level dorms and he could guess exactly why there werent many.

It was fucking huge.

There were two beds, however both sides were decorated with rock band posters and drawings and art. There was a freaking TV with a nintendo wii in the corner, games were piled up high and there was a bookshelf full of books and he noticed a  mac haphazardly laying on Dan’s bed.

“Wait.. why are there two beds? I thought people didnt have roommates?”

“Well.. I have to. Kind of. My last one left - he turned 20 I mean and yeah. Because I’m dangerous,”

“Pretty amazing room. You like muse?”

“Yeah, d’you?”

“Yeah. they took all my CDs when they inspected my suitcase.”

“Oh. Hey, are you sure you’re OK? You look… pale” Dan moved to sit on the bed on the left and stared at him, one eyebrow raised in what Phil saw as concern. “Do you want to.. come and sit next to me?” Dan patted the double bed he was laying on, scooting over from the middle to the far side.

“I.. O-ok” It was only because he felt like he needed some kind of comfort. It wasn’t because he found Dan attractive on anything… He found him attractive? That wasn’t good, finding a straight boy attractive is not good. Phil moved to sit on Dan’s bed and could’ve melted it was so comfortable. It made his bed feel like one you get in hospitals with the rough sheets and the hard mattress that made your back ache.

“Anyway… Phil, I, er. I just wanted to tell you some things about the class we’re in. I wanted to do it in here because people could have been listening in the classroom. ”

“What things..?” Phil asked.

“Phil… You’re my partner. They told me you would be my new partner if you agreed to join which is why I tried so desperately to get you to hate me. But… now you’re my partner, you’ve going to have to promise me something.”

“What?”

“Don’t… Don’t die.”