Her name means princess in a language I’ve never heard. But it’s the only word I need to know. I’ve been falling in love with her every day since the moment I first laid eyes on her and I’ve been falling so long I don’t know what it feels like to be on solid ground anymore.
—  S
Tumblr Crush

Anon prompt: “… Could you do one where Jughead finds the reader’s tumblr in which they talk about liking their best friend (Jughead)…”

A/N: This has happened to me on numerous occasions

Originally posted by marorra

There’s no better way to brighten up a science lesson then spending your life on a god forsaken website.
Tumblr was my go to at all times whenever I was or wasn’t bored. For the time being, it was kind of like a diary for me where I posted about the person I had a crush on and asked for advice from my hundreds of followers.
Veronica and Betty followed me, their blogs were so amazing and they helped to give me advice so I didn’t have to openly talk about who I was crushing over.

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Red means it’s recording!

Summary: You’re a YouTuber and your subscribers want a cute boyfriend/girlfriend tag from You and Bucky. 

Warnings: Cute Shit. That is all.

A/N: I wrote this for a really good friend of mine. I hope she and everyone else reading this loves it! 

You sit down on the floor as you grab your laptop and plop it down on your lap. You decide to open up your youtube to check any recent comments that might have circulated. On your recent video you told your audience that you were open up to any video suggest that they may have. And  of course there was one that you just kept seeing repeat itself.

‘DO A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND TAG!!!’ they all screamed. You sat debating if you should even bring it up to Bucky. It wasn’t a secret he wasn’t a fan of camera’s and audiences but it also wasn’t a secret on how much he loved you. He did pop up in the background of a few of your videos, and every single one of those got you the most views. Everyone was a fan of you and your boyfriend so it did not hurt to at least ask him. You close your laptop softly and set out to go find your boyfriend.

You made your way through the hallways till you spotted his back in the kitchen. You sigh, expelling any nerves you had and walked cheerfully into the kitchen.

“Hey James…” You say as you got closer to him. He tensed at his name as he knew you only used it when you wanted something.

“What is it now?” Bucky asks as he continues his sandwich making. You hug him from behind and put your forehead against his back. “Y/N, i know you want something. Spill now or i will say no to whatever it is.”

“My Youtube audience wants us to do a boyfriend/girlfriend tag and i know you hate cameras but its the videos that ,you’re in, that are my audiences favorites. You do not have to say yes, but it didn’t hurt to ask.” You mumble into his back. Bucky feels you sigh as you slowly let him go. You guys stand there in silence before you break it with the sound of your feet turning around to leave the room.

“Yes.” was all Bucky said as you reached the doorway. You turn around and meet his just as confused look before a smile spreads across his face. One slowly creeps across your face as you rush over to him.

“Really?!” You exclaim as you wrap your arms tightly around him. He nods his head as he returns the amount of pressure around your waist.

Bucky is soon sat in front of you camera as you try to fix the focus quickly. You smile sweetly at him as you see the nervousness slowly spreading across his features.

“Do not be nervous baby. The beauty of having this job is that we can take breaks whenever we want. We can stop if it’s too much at the time. And you can make as many mistakes because i will just edit them out.” You say as you take your rightful seat next to him. He just gives you a nervous smile as you turn towards the camera. You lean forward and press the record button.

“Hey my sweet dolls. It’s Y/N here and i brought someone that you guys have been wanting to officially meet for a while now!” You say sending a wide smile to Bucky. Bucky just kind of stares blankly at the camera before pointing to the red light flashing from it.

“What does that mean?” Bucky questions. You give him a super confused look as you know he has used cameras before.

“Red means it’s recording..” You say.

“Sorry…. Tony never explained it before. It’s been a burning question for a while now..” Bucky mumbles as he looks at his hands. You try to hold back a giggle before you press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“I’m leaving all of this in the video.” You mumble before turning back to the camera. “Let’s try this one more time. Hey my sweet dolls. It’s Y/N here and i brought someone that you guys have been wanting to officially meet for a while now! The Bucky Barnes.” You say as the familiar smile forms across his face.

“Hey guys.” Bucky says as he waves at the camera.

“The guy you have seen and heard in the background of many of my videos. What’s to hold you back from wanting to get to know the man himself.!” You exclaim to the camera before turning back to Bucky.

“Which i don’t even know why you want to know about me but i am honored” Bucky says, looking at you. You send him a sweet smile and he rubs your back.

“Who wouldn’t want to get to know you?’ You question.

“Good question! They clearly want too!” Bucky exclaims as your favorite smile is plastered across his face.

“ So as i said in my last video, i would take requests and the number one was for us to do the boyfriend/girlfriend tag. So before we get to the questions, guys please go like this video and consider subscribing!! If you do, i promise to bring this guy back” You say as you squish his face into a fish lips face. He groans as he looks at the camera with a ‘please help me’ look. You laugh as you let go of his face.

“Thank you for that Y/N” Bucky whines as he rubs his cheeks trying to get you to feel bad for him.

“Okay, so i made us flash cards with questions on them. I split them in half. This is your stack and this is mine” You explain as you hand him a pile of brightly colored note-cards. He nods his head as he takes it from you. He kisses your cheek earning a smile from you before you guys turn to the camera. “Okay, first question, go ahead Bucky”

“When and Where did we meet?” Bucky asks as he wiggles his eyebrows earning yet again another laugh from you.

“That’s an easy one. You were on your daily run with Steve. And my beauty took you so far a back that you ran right into me! It was just up the road from the tower actually. I got a massive bruise on my butt and he scraped his knee and hands up. It was so funny, and Steve loves to make fun of him for it to this day” You explain as the camera captures the embarrassment but love for the moment in Bucky’s face.

“Let’s just say i was falling for her before i even got her name” Bucky laughs as a blush creeps it’s way across your face. You huff as he bops you on the nose with the note-card that had the question on it. He then throws it across the room.

“Bucky!” You exclaim as it boomerangs it’s way back towards you guys. A hardy laugh erupts from his chest as it goes flying across the camera’s view before it lands in front of your feet. “We are never going to get through this if you keep doing that!”

“Oh come on! I am only having fun!” Bucky exclaims, swating at you. You roll your eyes even though your smile gives away your actual feelings.

“Second question, where and when was our first kiss?” You quiz your boyfriend. He leans his back as if he’s trying to search his memory.

“Our first kiss was right outside of this building. It was a week into our relationship. I asked you and you nodded your head and the rest is history.” He smiles as the fond memory plays in both of your memories. Bucky wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer to his body. He places his head on your shoulder before he grabs his next note card. “Who said i love you first?”

“You. It was almost like a weight had lifted it’s self off of you the moment the words escaped your lips” You state boldly.

“It’s because i really did fall for you the day we met. It took everything in me not to scream it at you that very second” Bucky says as he chuckles lightly. Your heart flutters at his words as you press your lips together.

“What eye color do you wish i had?” You ask, looking into his eyes.

“Well i love them the way they already are, but if i had to pick, i would love for them to be a little bluer” He says as he exams your eyes.

“I would want yours to be greener.” You state before looking at the camera once again. He rolls his eyes playfully before looking into the camera as well

“What am i good at?” Bucky asks.

“You’re good at making me feel loved even when i feel so left out and hurt.” You say. “You’re good at making all feel safe even when you feel the most vulnerable.” He smiles to himself as your words spill out of your mouth.

“What am i bad at?” You ask, sending your boyfriend a warning look. He just sends you his famous smirk before looking at the camera.

“She’s sooo bad at telling jokes. It’s like listening to your dad but the jokes are as dry as the desert. They make everyone cringe” Bucky states matter a factually, crumbling backwards, preparing himself for you to smack him. You just scoff as you give him a pouty face. “But i love you!”

“But not my jokes? I am hurt” You exclaim loudly as you clench your chest pretending to be stabbed. “My heart!”

“You are so dramatic,” Bucky says as he once again rolls his eyes playfully. HE looks down at his next note-card. “Turn around” Bucky says, making a spinning motion with his finger. You give him a curious look but you do what he asks. Once your back is to him, he places his hand around your head to cover your eyes. “What color are my eyes?”

“Blue” You say effortlessly.

“That’s not even hard. All you do is stare at me!” Bucky whines, lowering his hand.

“You’re just mad that i know you better than you know yourself.” You say, picking up the last note-card. “This one better be easy boy or i swear you will be sleeping on the floor of Steve’s room”

“Just ask it!” Bucky says giving you a pouty face.

“How long have we been dating?” You ask. Bucky sits there in silence for a second before putting his hand on his chin like he actually needed to think about the answer. You gasp as you slap your boyfriend playfully. “Boy i swear to goodness!”

“2 years and 11 months” Bucky says, trying to block your smacks as the hardy laugh from earlier escapes his lips again. You shoot him a look before you look back at the camera.

“Okay, well that is all you guys get for now. Once again, hit that like button and i may just consider bringing this boob back onto my channel. Love you guys whole heartily. Until next time, Goodbye.” You say as you bring Buckys and your hand up to the camera lens. You turn your camera off and look at your boyfriend. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

“Actually it really wasn’t. But it did help that i had my side kick by my side the entire time.” Bucky says as he brings you into his lap. You guys share a kiss before you mumble against his lip.

“I am not editing a single second of that.” He gasps as he brings his hands to your sides. You turn into a mess of giggles as your boyfriend tickles you till you were a begging mess for it to end. He puts his hands on the floor next to his thighs as you place yours on his chest. “But for real Bucky, thank you.”

“Anything for my girl. Even if i have a scar on my knee from falling for you.” Bucky says, kissing you as you both turn into laughing messes once again.

Kate was absolutely the sweetest tonight, her bright red umbrella when it wasn’t even raining at the moment was such a look, as were her heels and honestly the tired but patient smile on her face, too. I was too far back for a selfie but she stopped to take as many as she could with those she could reach and I leaned in to give her my poem I wrote about how much her Hallelujah cold open meant to me!! On the back I also wrote that she signed a cue card for me and in reference to it said I think she does the “lord’s work” too ☺️😳😍😍.

I love that she goes to sign it even though it’s in a zip lock 😂😂😂. And the way she says “oh it’s FOR me.” Ahhh. She’s too cute. I have way more, too many words and emotions than that but it’s all a jumble and I need to sleep - I just really hope when she reads what I wrote she sees how much she helped me, and so many of us. She truly is a fantastic human being.

In high school, I was close to this one girl who loved to write stories. I remembered my first impression of her was this quiet nerdy chick in my Ecology class, but later found out that, not only was she kind and considerate, she was also an amazing writer. I fell in love with her stories, even to the point where I offered to draw out all her characters. All she had to do was just describe what she wanted and I was more than happy to provide. I wasn’t really able to keep in contact with her after we have entered separate universities, I’m not sure how she’s doing or what she’s doing, but I do know that I really miss her. I tend to think about her from time to time, wondering if she’s doing okay. I still have her number in my phone and I’m not sure if she still uses it. I’m too nervous to even text her because what if she has a new number or what if she doesn’t remember me? I don’t want my doubts to be a reality if I somehow gain the courage to text her, only to receive no reply in the end. The last time I texted her was around 2013 during finals week, she sounded busy at the time, which is why I wasn’t bothered when she didn’t reply immediately– or a week after– or several month after– But four years passed and I don’t know what happened, and now I’m too scared to text her again. Instead I went on with a roundabout method. I found out that during 2013 she released a book filled with short stories and sold it through Amazon. I bought her book and I’m planning on leaving a very lengthy and heartfelt review. I hope she reads it and hopefully remembers me. If not, then, maybe I’ll try texting her again haha.

five easter sundays —

i wrote some short easter vignettes for dana scully on a whim! they’re a bit melancholy but i really enjoyed writing them and i hope you enioy reading :^)

she was four and full of life. dana sat in soft, echoing churches with their faded-pink stained glass. she held melissa’s hand and ran up the church hill to collect eggs, curls bouncing, legs flailing, all crinoline and taffeta and lace. after brunch she sat in the garden, eating a chocolate bunny and carefully crafting a flower wreath. she gave it to her mother.

she was fourteen and beginning to stray. once ever the devout catholic, dana katherine attended mass (with a huff). brunch was served with a too-sticky ice cream dessert. later, she disappeared with melissa to pursue far more interesting endeavors: seeing who could skip the furthest stone in the creek, taking turns reading gory medical emergencies out loud, holding a comfortable silence in the shade of a willow tree. birth and renewal.

she was twenty-four and home for the weekend. up to her neck in academia, dana could barely refrain from softly murmuring the medical history of crucifixion alongside the sermon. the most common form of crucifixion did not involve a cross, she thought. the victim would be crucified on their knees with their hands over their head. their strength would eventually give out, and they would suffocate to death. she spent brunch making idle chatter and fingering the gold cross on her neck.

she was thirty-four and forgot about easter. mulder didn’t really notice that stuff, anyway, at least not until they walked into a drugstore a week later to discover 90% off sales for chocolate and cards and bouquets of wilted flowers. they spent the day driving somewhere near tulsa, oklahoma, getting brunch at a diner. mulder ordered a cherry pie for the both of them. she stopped at a payphone to call her mother.

she was forty-four and remembered the holiday in the bakery aisle of the supermarket, surrounded by balloons and fake flowers and stacks of too-sweet cupcakes. she thought of mulder and last year’s surprise picnic for a holiday he rarely celebrated, a sweet day spent in the sunshine of anytown, usa, a refuge from the past. she held her gold cross up to her lips and closed her eyes. the flickering supermarket lights became the morning sun. faith began again.

anonymous asked:

Did you see Lana is getting a lot of critique by fans on Facebook because of her new musical direction? I don't want her to get hurt or upset but at the same time I hope she reads the comments and realise that her fans love her as an artist and not as just another bland popsinger.

I haven’t read on facebook but I also have the same opinion but don’t want to vocalize it to her/ publicly tag her. Lana definitely reads some of the insta/ twitter comments about her content and I think she takes that after each record. 

Born To Die was overproduced and Lana was labeled a phony/ fake who couldn’t sing by people all over the internet.. 
Paradise - people said “all of Lana’s music sounds the same”
Ultraviolence - the record label hated it for not being “radio friendly” but was her most critically acclaimed 
Honeymoon - Lana puts out a record with more radio-friendly songs but not many videos and most of the album wasn’t performed live - ever & fans called it a “flop”
Lust For Life - Lana makes an album “for the fans”, does collabs that fans have requested, appeases the mass amount of requests for a more BTD sound / beatsy 

You know, it’s been wonderful because we care about each other so much and that’s a given, that’s kind of this unconditional thing. And there’s so much love between us and so much respect, I’ll speak for myself. You know, I’m her biggest fan as an artist. I’m constantly inspired by her work and I’m constantly inspired by how she handles and holds herself. So for me, it’s been bliss to be able to watch her success and watch her bloom into the actress that she is. It’s also been wonderful to have that kind of support for each other, it’s nothing but a beautiful thing.
—  Andrew Garfield on what award season is like with Emma Stone (x)

In your absence I have grown.
No longer am I a china doll
waiting to be dropped so you can put me
  back together again.
I am flint: hard and sharp,
a knife shaped by steady hands.
I have grown in your absence,
grown in the presence of others,
grown in the presence of myself.
I am still growing, and will rival the
  greatest of forests before I am done.

Until it became reality, I never imagined
  life without you.
I’m glad it has
because I never imagined so much peace.
Change hardly before felt so happy on my
I have made it to shore; I have escaped the
  stormy seas.
Know that this calm is not the eye of the
I have left for good. You cannot destroy me
  any more than I let you.

Remember: you can promise that you
  always will, but
forever is only as long as you make it.
Keep your friends close and leave your
  enemies behind.
Like a cactus, let yourself bloom, but do
  not be so easy to trust.
Be the matador of your own bull
and let the bull win, sometimes.

This has been a year of epiphanies,
for the both of us, I hope.
I am more bitter than the black coffee my
  grandfather drinks,
but I’m learning to turn hurt into a chance
  to sprout.
I wish I had the words to thank you.
The closest I get is a goodbye.

—  The Year of the Fear of Letting Go (E.M.)
Tangible// Choi Youngjae

Originally posted by choiyoungjaeappreciation

Pairing: Youngjae x Reader

Genre: Sad/Fluff

Summary: You had felt worse than you ever had, and somehow, he knew.

Author’s Note: This is for my favorite youngjae stan whom I love so much , i hope she reads this and feels a bit better ^.^

xoxo Sara

You hadn’t felt like yourself in what felt like forever. Everything in your life seemed to be falling apart at the seems; you hated you job and dreaded going to work everyday to a new manager whom you’d met maybe once, while helping customers who seemed to care more about the loud conversations they were in than the questions you had been asking about their order. You hated school, too; for some reason, you couldn’t stop procrastinating, even when you knew something was due, you never decided to finish it early to get it out of the way, and that has gotten you into trouble with your professors.

Not to mention, your home life didn’t seem so peachy-keen either. You had felt unappreciated since the moment you had entered this new home, almost as if you were an outsider in the one place you’re supposed to feel comfortable in. And you hated it.

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Splitting Hairs: Extensions (Part 2.5 of Questionable Intentions)

Pairings: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: This is the first story I’ve written in a long time and the first one I’ve ever posted online. This story is based on what G wrote but is told from Loki’s perspective. I hope guys like it!

Originally posted by fromhiddleswithlove


Loki turned the corner and froze. Someone was in his room. The lights were on, and the doors were open. He cautiously approached the door and slowly turned the cold metal handle. He pushed the door open, only to spot y/n standing near his meticulously organized desk.

“What are you doing?” he said, breaking the silence. Y/n flinched in surprise, whipping around to face him. She dropped the jet black notebook she had been holding in her hands.

“Nothing,” she said sweetly. She folded her hands in front of her in a parody of innocence.

Loki raised an eyebrow, “You don’t look like you’re doing nothing. But since I really don’t care, I’m not going to pry.”

The god stalked over to his bed, his footsteps completely silent. I hope she didn’t read that notebook he thought. His palms began to sweat as he perched upon the edge of the bed. He reached for the leather bound book he had laid on his bed.

Y/n continued to prowl around his room, asking countless questions like a toddler. “Loki, what’s this,” she said. Loki looked up and saw a spool of delicate golden thread clasped in her hands. “Don’t touch that,” Loki said sternly. Y/n sighed and rolled her eyes, “I’m not a child.”

“Well, you’re acting like one,” Loki shot back. The meddlesome girl scowled and continued rummaging through his shelves of trinkets. He sighed and gazed over the edge of his book at the finger length spool. It brought back memories of his adventures in the dwarfish lands. Those last few strands of gold were the remnants of the gold strands he had tricked the dwarves into making for Sif…

“Can I mess with your hair?” Y/n said as she sat beside him, interrupting his brooding thoughts.

“I’d prefer you didn’t,” Loki said refocusing his attention on the centuries old book in his hands.

“Come on, please,” she said. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. She looked like a stray puppy begging for scraps. Stay strong Loki.

“You know that isn’t going to work on me,” he said, averting his gaze.

“Please,” she whined. Loki sighed, dammit it this is getting out of hand. Y/n grinned and sat behind him, carefully running her fingers through his hair. Loki looked at the mirror in front of him and saw her reflection behind him stick her tongue out, her brows drawn together. He smiled inwardly, it was hard to say no to her.  Y/n let out a sigh of defeat and flopped onto the mattress. She pulled out her phone, swiping her finger across the screen.

“Loki,” she began.

“Yes,” he inquired, his voice coming out harsher than he intended.

“I need help.”

“With what?” Loki replied.

“Your hair,” she complained.

“I don’t even want you to do my hair, Y/n, why would I help you pick something out” Loki shot back.

“Cause you love me,” she quipped.

“Do I? I wasn’t aware” Loki said butterflies fluttering in his stomach. Did she know?

“Just a little,” she amended hastily,“Not like love love like friend love. You get me?”

“Whatever you say,” Loki’s slight panic had dissipated, only to be replaced by disappointment. It would have been nice to finally come clean.

Y/n continued scrutinizing her phone. Suddenly, she stopped and pushed her phone in front of his book.

“This one?” she said. He looked at the silly image presented to him.

“No. If you even attempt to do that I will cut your hands off.” His disappointment had morphed into a twinge of anger. A flash of fear danced across y/n’s face. Loki felt bad, he hadn’t meant to scare her, he was just so frustrated.

“Okay… What about this one?” she said hesitantly, now showing a simple braided design.

“If you’re going to do my hair you’re going to do something more extravagant than that” Loki declared, hiding his slip of emotions with a mask of mischief.

“That leave us with this,” again she held up the phone. Loki scrutinized the photo, scanning the elegant twists of hair.

“That’ll do,” he said agreeing the complex design that he knew y/n wouldn’t be able to complete. He looked in the mirror across from his bed, examining the furrows of y/n brow as she narrowed her eyes in concentration. Her fingers, cool and slim, brushed along the nape of his neck. Minutes passed along and he smiled. Y/n hissed through her teeth in frustration,
“It can’t be that hard,” he said, his slight grin widening into a mocking smirk.

Shut up I’m working” y/n said, frowning slightly. Loki examined the complex style illuminated by the screen and reached up in an attempt to replicate the look on his own. He felt a chill travel up and down his spine as he brushed his fingers against hers.

“This is my job not yours, it’s no fun if you do it for me,” she said briskly, slapping his hand for good measure. He sat for almost two hours, waiting for y/n to finally complete her task, trying to help when he could, only to receive a swift slap on the wrist for his efforts. All too soon, y/n stood and took a step back to admire her work.

She put her hands on her hips and smiled in approval.

“That doesn’t look like the picture at all,” Loki said, peering into the mirror while angling his head.

“Oh shut it. I know you picked that style ‘cause it was the hardest out of the three,” y/n said heatedly, blowing a rogue hair out of her eyes.

“Now, now why would I do that,” his signature, lopsided grin returning.

“‘Cause you hate me, ” she said petulantly.

“I do not,” he shot back. If only you knew.

“Then you should let me cut your hair if you don’t mind,” She smiled coyly. She never seemed to know when she was pushing her limit. Loki could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he clenched his fists.

“Would you mind if I cut yours?” he said through his teeth.

“I’d probably kill you if you did that.” Dancing out of his reach, y/n grabbed a pair of scissors, snipping then playfully. She grabbed a section of his hair, waving the scissors around menacingly. Loki darted his head to the side, trying to avoid the sharpened steel. The twin blades snapped shut with a cold sense of finality.

“Oh fuck.” Loki’s heart plummeted into his stomach. His eyes darted to y/n panicked face.

“What,” Loki cried “WHAT DID YOU DO”

“I didn’t do anything,” She exclaimed, stumbling over her words as she hid the scissors behind her back. “You’re the one that moved. If you wouldn’t have moved you wouldn’t be missing about 2 inches of hair in one spot”  

“WHAT” he felt his anger growing. How dare this puny mortal enter his realm and screw up his life. He turned on y/n and saw her shoulders shaking, a sign of her unrestrained mirth.“YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?” Loki screeched, his voice cracking slightly.

“I find it hilarious.” That idiotic wretch had the audacity to smile at him!

“Y/n, darling, nitwit,” he snarled, ready for a fight.

“Loki, sweetheart, asshole,” y/n mocked, “Your hair is fine. I swear, it was a joke” Again, a flush of bright pink returned to his cheeks. “Oh, I knew that…I was just playing along” Loki replied sheepishly. His cheeks cooled as he hastily tried to mask his flash of panic.

“Sure you did,” she said in a sing-song voice, “totally didn’t get tricked by a simple mortal girl like me”

“Definitely not” Loki replied. Thor and the others would never let him hear the end of it.


“Loki,” the deep rumbling voice came booming from the doorway, “what in the Helheim do you think you’re doing?”

Loki’s shoulders tensed as he fidgeted with a page of one of his beloved books.

“I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about.”

“Cut the bull,” Thor growled, “You know we’re not to involve ourselves with mortals.”

Loki scowled “You’re not the boss of me. Besides, we’re not involved-”

Thor smirked at him, “You’re a terrible liar, brother. You’re blushing like a schoolboy just thinking about her.”

Loki’s eyes dropped, was he really that obvious?

“Loki, for once, just think about what you’re doing,” Thor pleaded. “This is going to be just like Sigyn all over again.”

Loki’s jaw tightened. “Don’t mention that name.”

“Your heart broke when she died Loki.” his brother sighed, “You can’t go through that again.”

“I can make my own decisions,” Loki snarled.


“Get out of my room”

Thor gave his brother one more concerned glance before walking out, leaving Loki to stare pensively into the distance.


A/N: Thanks to G for letting me use the storyline of

Splitting Hairs

(which you should check out) and for editing my story. Thanks for reading! ~A

11 things to know about 7B- Via Zap2it-

1. There’s no time jump 

“It is one of our ‘moments later’ premieres. So Ali will not be super pregnant, she’ll just be a little bit more pregnant than she was last night” - Marlene King

2. But Alison’s pregnancy is a big part of the season

The pregnancy is a driving force for both Alison and her friends, especially Emily. Emily will have plenty on her plate between Alison and Paige.” - Marlene King

“This is our season of homecomings, and I think full-circle moments. These last 10 episodes really reflect the full-circleness – that’s not a word, but I’m going to create it – of the show and where we hope to go in these final 10 and having that triangle play out felt very appropriate for us as storytellers as we embark upon these last 10 episodes. So Paige is not gone for good, although I did love her riding away on the bicycle.” - Marlene King

3. Is there anything out of the ordinary about the pregnancy?

Nothing is average in 'Pretty Little Liars,’ so you can take that to fuel your theories. Every scene is a little bit spectacular.” - Marlene King

4. Alison’s classroom flash-forward is still to come

Yes, we will see that again and we’ll know why we saw it. It’s definitely a part of Alison’s storyline.“ - Marlene King

5. Jenna is not the only one working for A.D.

“Jenna knows A.D. exists and she is anonymously working for A.D. in ways that, we find out moving forward, a few other people on our show are as well.” - Marlene King

6. Spencer’s going on an emotional journey in 7b”

“Mary being revealed as Spencer’s mom was a huge revelation, not just for Spencer, but for the Pretty Little Liars and for the show and for the storyline, so it’s definitely a huge part, the driving engine of Spencer’s emotional story as we come back next April.” - Marlene King

Also - not only is Spencer’s history important but all of the Hasting’s family and Charlotte’s father. "We will definitely follow through on both those storylines. We will find out who Charlotte’s father is and we will find out how Spencer came to be in her entire family dynamic. This storyline also originated from the books. In Sara Shepard’s books, Spencer was adopted, so very early on it gave us the idea for this storyline. We have a lot of fun in this final season circling back to a lot of Sara’s original concepts from the books.“ - Marlene King

“We are trying to get Torrey (Melissa) back. We talk about it all the time, but she’s on 'Chicago Med’ and very unavailable to us … I was so hoping to get her into the finale, but we haven’t figured out how to do it just yet. But I hope she reads this and goes to talk to her producers and helps me.” - Marlene King

7. Wren is back … for multiple episodes
“We’ll see him in more than one episode, which is fantastic … When I first sat down to talk to Julian about coming back, he had never had a scene with Ezra, and he and Ian [Harding] are friends in real life, so he’s like, 'Please can I have a scene with Ezra?’, so that was really the originator of the first scene that we’ll see Wren in when he comes back.” - Marlene King

8. There’s more than one wedding coming
There will be more than one wedding" – maybe even more than two weddings.” - Marlene King

“The next 10 [episodes] are emotionally the most power 10 we’ve ever had. The actresses are having so much with how deep they get to go in these final 10 episodes. They’re just having so much fun, their characters are so layered and we really put them through the wringer. I think we continue to be deadly and dangerous and uber-romantic. The catchphrase is it’s 'endgame,’ it’s final game.” - Marlene King

9. Toby’s car crash is just a car crash

“The car crash really is sort of saying no one ever really does leave Rosewood, especially not from this group. It’s really more a metaphor than anything else. I don’t want to talk about where it goes, but people know how I love the character of Toby, so you can read into that what you’ll read into that. He’s one of my favorites on the show, it would be hard to make that phone call to him to tell him his character is being killed off.” - Marlene King

10. They’re open to a movie
“We’re very open to finding ways to keep these characters alive and I hope that down the line we find a way to bring all those girls back together again. It’s such a fun world to play in that we’re always keeping those options open. I will say the last episode is really going to be treated like a two-hour movie – it is a two-hour movie. I’m writing it with Maya Goldsmith, who I co-wrote last night’s finale with, and I’ll be directing it, so we are treating that as a two-hour special event movie.” - Marlene King

11. The biggest question is yet to come …
The question hasn’t been asked yet, and it’s going to be when A.D. is revealed … I can’t tell you what it is without giving up who A.D. is.“ - Marlene King