mr.fitzs

I’ve got this idea about how Fitz will come back to himself and if only I was good enough I would write a fanfiction about it, because oh would I love to see something like that!
As I read in other posts here on Tumblr, the things which triggered the characters so far have been NOT actually remembering their team mates, but finding again their own real and genuine personalities thanks to a certain kind of events.
NOW. We know that Alistair Fitz is and has been a violent man, Framework or not. Fitz, our Fitz, hates him with all his strenght. Just imagine if, when Jemma confronts Mr.Fitz, he points a gun at her or attempts to hurt her. And just imagine a confused series of flashes and memories going through Leo’s mind: memories about his father being violent and aggressive and unrespectful with his mother. And he just snaps out of it. Not because he actually remembers everything about Jemma, but because something tells him that he has to PROTECT her, just like he had to protect his mother. And it just happens like that, and I think that if the authors do something like that we will get an emotional, deeep deeep deeep scene with Fitz becoming again his real self not just because Jemma is the love of his life, but because he’s more than programming. HE’S GOOD. And we’ve seen how this Fitz reacts when his mother is mentioned, there something bittersweet in his expression.

Idk man, that would be a great scene IMO.

                                           Ezra Theory

Ezra, Ezra, Ezra, I’m on to you.

Ezra likes heavy alcohol like scotch or whiskey a lot. And so does -A. We’ve seen -A drink scotch and whiskey several times and I don’t think this is a coincidence. At the Montgomery’s for a party, Ezra brought a bottle of scotch.  -A would have to be old enough to buy alcohol which limits a lot unless they had fake ids I suppose. At one point, Jason’s entire front porch was filled with bottles of scotch by -A, and Jason threw them out. That means he probably doesn’t like scotch and -A does. I wouldn’t eliminate Jason from the -A List yet, but it does contradict.

There are several messages on his chalkboards that have something to do with Ezra being -A. I wouldn’t read too much into it because many characters have those kind of things, but they do support my case.

So you know how Hanna signed up for the beauty pageant, so did Kate, and that was right after Hanna opened up to Ezra about how Tom chose to give his college money to Kate instead of her. Well that seems too convenient. Here’s what we know: [Tom gave college money to Kate instead of Hanna. That’s why she was going to enter the pageant. Hanna opened up about it to Ezra in The Brew. Right after Kate’s name was on the sign up sheet causing Hanna to mess up on the dance and convince her coach that she shouldn’t enter.] I think -A (Ezra) wrote Kate’s name on the sign up sheet even though she wasn’t participating just to intimidate Hanna.

There has been some controversy on if Ezra could be -A because of the lairs.    -A’s lair on the bottom is, messy, cramped, creepy, and practically a shrine to Ali. Ezra’s Ravenswood lair is, neat, organized, and equally dedicated to the Liars as well as Alison. People have thought that since Ezra doesn’t have all of  -A’s qualities that he can’t be -A. However, maybe -A needed someone who is very neat and tidy to help them out on the -A Team.

In 4x14, there was a really weird scene with Mona and Ezra. When Mona said,  ”I wonder how much better I’d be off with a good mentor,” that made me think. I think what she could’ve been implying is to ask Ezra to be Big -A. In there conversation, when Mona expected sympathy from Ezra for what’s happened to her, but he told her that it was her fault. Then she said, “He who is without sin, Mr.Fitz.” That is obviously a quote from the Bible. Which reminded me of the Will the Circle be Unbroken flashback. What I think it means is that since Alison was in her journal the entire time, something in her diary will help solve who -A is. Anyway, remember when Mona visited Spencer in Radley and made her think of all the things that have happened since she refused to be -A. And then she accepted. What my point is, is that maybe in their conversation he didn’t accept, but then he wanted to be -A. Look at Ezra’s smirk at the end of the video. He’s up to no good. He could’ve said no because then no one would ever think he’s -A, even though he already is. After 3x23, it seemed like Mona stopped being -A and was on the Liars’ side. And that well could be. I think there’s more to it though. I think she continued to be Small -A to find out who Big -A is and tell the Liars.

Also, I’m pretty sure that -A has been in all seasons. Ezra has. Marlene King said that -A was in the pilot. She might have meant Mona, but if not, Ezra was in the pilot.

In a recent interview Keegan Allen (Toby) revealed some information about -A. He said that everybody knows who -A is, but they’ll still be surprised. Face it, everybody knows that Ezra is -A, but refuse to believe it because either they like him, or they think it’s too obvious. Keegan literally said that -A’s identity is obvious. And even if my most surest, solid, theory of -A that I believed so much was revealed, I’d still be kind of shocked.

Though I have plenty of solid evidence, motive is a bit jumbled up. So, I’ve been thinking about motive and I have a few ideas. He might’ve wanted revenge since because of Aria, he was fired from Rosewood High, fired from Hollis, and fired again from Rosewood High.

I think that book was a lie. He wouldn’t even let Aria read it, Ezra’s a reasonable man, there must’ve been a purpose. I think it was just research on the girls to fulfill his -A duties. 

I think the reason he broke up with Aria was because he was in love with her. I think he actually did love her, and that because he was victimizing her as -A, that if they continued to be a couple, he would stop being -A.

So, do you think Ezra’s -A?

anonymous asked:

I'm in love with my professor and I don't know what to do...I think he has feelings for me too...we make strange eye contact, he told me I'm beautiful and many other things...

if you’re a legal age just be like aria and mr.fitz

Mike Montgomery

Particularmente eu nunca fui fã da teoria de que o Mike é –A, eu acho que quando você pensa na história como um todo, não faz tanto sentido. Claro, ele é suspeito, namorou com a Mona, teve atitudes super estranhas ao longo da série, mas ele não é regular e sinceramente, as motivações dele seriam deploráveis e dariam um rumo lixo pra série, mas como muita gente está pedindo por uma teoria dele, juntei aqui as coisas mais suspeitas ao longo da série, confiram!

O que –A faz? Chantagem! E foi exatamente o que Mike fez contra sua própria irmã no episódio Blind Dates, ele a chantagia para não contar aos pais que não está indo ao basquete, mas se não está indo lá, onde ele está?

Desculpa, eu sei que isso é uma teoria contra o Mike, mas não posso deixar esse detalhe passar. Nós já vimos -A arrombando portas antes e nenhuma vez foi bagunçado, e sim despercebido, nesse caso, -A jogou uma pedra pelo vidro, não estava de moletom e nem de luvas, não foi um gênio do crime e sim Mike. 

Ele já se mostrou bem violento, não só quando atacou Aria, mas ao brigar com Ella, pensem na força que ele não tem que ter pra deixar aquele roxo nela! Ainda nesse episódio, Mike está conversando com alguém pelo computador e nunca descobrimos quem era, mas alguém anônimo…Anônimo, se é que vocês me entendem.

No 2x08 ele entra em uma briga com o amigo dele que incita mudanças de personalidade, o que me leva a pensar, o irmão de Byron tinha uma doença mental, e até foi discutido entre ele e Ella, se Mike não poderia ter herdado.

Não é uma hipótese tão bizarra, talvez ele seja bipolar, se olharmos o comportamento de Mike ele sempre é 8 ou 80, ou está querido com a Aria ou está violento. No final do 2x14 ele já ve que tem algo errado com ele, algo que nem ele consegue entender, e pergunta pra Aria se ele vai ficar bem.

Mike já fez, em alguns casos, as meninas mudarem de suspeitos. Lembram quando os olhos estavam voltados para Jenna? Foi só ele informar que roubou a cerâmica do Garrett que BAM! Ele era o novo suspeito de ser –A/matado a Alison. Outra coisa esquisita foi a rápida amizade de Noel e Mike, por que Noel contaria no meio do corredor sobre Ezra? Tá, irmão da Aria, a informação chegaria a ela, mas parece meio pesado pra conversar no meio do colégio.

Mas vamos admitir que as evidências pra ele, durante as duas primeiras temporadas, não são muito fortes, até porque a única história dele era a depressão e como ele tava triste pela família ter se separado. Na terceira temporada ele foi esquecido e a partir da quarta as coisas ficaram mais interessantes…

No 4x15 Alison flagra Hanna e Mike, e lá na primeira temporada tivemos outro flagra: Spencer e Ian, no fim, Alison tava afim do Ian, será que pode ter algo a ver? Ou talvez ela não gostasse dele, mas o fato dele gostar da Hanna o irritava, afinal, ambas loiras, só que Hanna gordinha e Ali rainha, foda ser trocada assim né.

Uma coisa que eu realmente achei interessante foi no 4x08, ele conta pra Aria que começou a ter aulas de artes marciais com o Jake.

E no 4x24 olha só o que “Shana” fez.

“Mas Dani, o Ezra falou que era Shana”

Talvez ele soubesse do envolvimento de Shana com –A, mas a pessoa estava mascarada, então, não necessariamente seria ela. Até porque cara, esse tipo físico é MUITO masculino. Beleza, usaram dublê, mas mesmo assim, a Shana é toda magricela…

Ok Mike, tipo o que?

Quando ele termina com a Mona, imediatamente culpa a Aria e as amigas dela, eu fiquei tipo OI. Mas ok, no 5x02 Mike surge perguntando sobre Alison, mas ele parece meio curioso demais e até sobre o Mr.Fitz, essa cena ainda me deixa meio na dúvida. Além do mais, nesse episódio tem aquela parte bizarra da música do violino e quem aparece ouvindo esse tipo de música? Mike!!! 

Por fim chegamos ao dia da morte da Mona, e sim, há suspeitas de que Mike a matou. Vejam bem, a primeira coisa a se notar é: ONDE ESTÁ MIKE? Sério, sua namorada está desaparecida, com suspeita de ter sido assassinada e você, de boa, não vai aparecer por lá, enquanto até o Lucas resolveu dar uma passadinha, estranho né. Vocês ainda podem questionar que não teria dado tempo dele ouvir o rumor, mas se Alison que, tecnicamente, foi encontrar Cyrus, conseguiu ouvir, Mike com certeza seria avisado. Onde ele estava?

Mrs.Grunwald ainda disse que foi uma traição a morte de Mona, e bom…ela estava BEM chocada.

Bom, eu vou parar a teoria por aqui, afinal, da 5B não tivemos muitas informações sobre ele ainda, a não ser o fato dele estar sendo super seco quanto a morte dela, então eis uma hipótese: e se Mike ajudou na morte da Mona pois foi chantageado? Todo mundo tem segredos em Rosewood. Agora ele chora porque não foi o responsável pelo corpo, não sabe onde está e se sente extremamente culpado pelo que fez. Tudo é uma questão de manipulação. 

E só pra finalizar de verdade, Marlene e Cody estão botando muita expectativa na participação do Mike essa temporada, ele tem um segredo, qual será?

O legal é que explicaria bastante sobre a obsessão de -A em Ezria, sempre querendo expô-los ou separá-los, enquanto o resto dos casais apenas sofre ataques separados. 

Eu sinto que vocês ficaram meio confusos aqui, então vou resumir: eu não gosto da teoria de que Mike é -A, mas eu acho que existem dois cenários possíveis: ele está protegendo Aria (afinal, lembram do episódio em que o Connor diz pra todo mundo que ela transou com ele? Então, o Mike diz que vai recompensar, ele ele tem que proteger ela, enfim), o outro cenário é que ele está sendo chantageado para ajudar -A, pegar informações da Aria, não revelar um segredo, enfim, e é por isso que -A também não machuca tanto a Aria, como no último episódio, onde -A poderia ter sufocado Aria, mas não só roubou, assustou e fugiu, coisa que o Mike já fez antes, quando roubava casas.

E ai, sei que as pistas não são fortes, mas são de deixar pensar se ele não está protegendo a Aria ou sendo chantageado, mas vocês acham que ele pode ser -A? 

#5: He Catches You Trying To Kill Yourself (Part One)

part two

Harry: You sat in the corner of your bathroom crying, all the hate had finally gotten to you. The rude remarks, being harassed in public, everything; your wall between life and death was crumbling and the one other thing normally standing between you and the wall was nowhere to be found. Harry. It had been year since you had even thought of doing something so irrational but, right now it seemed to be the only thing on your mind. You had a half empty bottle of Aspirin in hand, and as much as you wanted to pop the lid off and swallow all the pills, you couldn’t. Your hands were too shaky and your thoughts kept roaming back to Harry, you imagined how upset he’s be if he saw you in this position right now, so confused and upset. Your throat tightened and you released a painful dry sob. You slammed your hands against the bathroom wall, making them stop shaking, you pulled yourself to your feet and looked in the mirror. Your makeup was everywhere, your cheeks were nearly completely covered in black mascara, and your face felt sticky with tears. You sighed and nearly laughed at yourself, you were being childish, if you were going to kill yourself you would’ve done it hours ago. You opened the pill bottle and dumped the pills into your hand and then filled a cup up with water. You sighed and closed your eyes briefly, just as you pushed the pills into your mouth and took a swig of the water, the bathroom door behind you, popped open revealing an excited looking Harry. “Baby! Guess what- what did you just do?”

Niall: You pushed and you drug the paintbrush across the canvas, and the paint seeped red. You see, this is a pretty picture but, this picture has a twist; with your sharp razor and pretty canvas wrist, your mind was the razor and your heart was just your wrist. The past was always only child’s play, you never intended for anything to happen, especially not death. But, today that’s where your sights were set, the end, the darkness, heaven or hell; you were done with this life. You stood in the shower, the hot water nearly burning your skin, and it made your most recent cuts sting. You ignored the pain. You pushed the blade into your skin, this time dragging the blade upwards, towards your elbow. The blade fell from your hand and you slowly began to slump against the shower wall, your head tilted and you looked down at your arm. The blood was flowing and the cut was long and deep. Your eyes started to go blurry and your body became too heavy for your legs to hold. You slid onto the wet floor of the shower, your body making a heavy thump. Your eyes started to close but, you pushed them open, almost as if you were five again, trying to stay up past your bed time. Just before your eyes fluttered closed you heard the bathroom door fling open, and the shower curtain being thrown back against the wall. “(Y/N)!”

Liam: You hated life, it was dull, there was no one there for you, to care for you, with the exception of your best friend Liam, who you never saw. As much as you wanted to be angry at Liam for being gone for such a long time, it was impossible. You were nothing but proud of Liam for not giving up on his dreams, and being millions of girl’s idols. He had saved so many lives but, at the time when you needed him most; he was no where to be found. You flicked the tube of the poison liquid with your pointer finger, much like doctors or nurses do before giving a vaccination, and held it up to the light of the kitchen. You sighed and brought it down to your arm, pushing the needle into a vein and pressing down on the plunger of the needle, the drug pumping into your blood stream. Almost instantly your body began to feel heavy and you slid down the counter until your butt hit the floor. You shifted yourself uncomfortably for a while, before finding what you thought was the perfect spot, but from an outsiders point of view you were just sprawled out across the tiled floor. Your ears were ringing by now, and you heard a bell noise, and your hands clamped over you ears. “I’m going to miss English with Mr.Fitz,” You said giggling, although you wouldn’t be able to figure it out at the time, you never had a Mr. Fitz, you just watched too much Pretty Little Liars. You were too out of it to respond to the bell, so you ignored it and stayed put, and only a few minutes later is then when you smelt a strong familiar scent. You sat up slowly, your heavy blurry eyes taking long moments to focus on the figure in front of you. “What happened to you?” His voice was rushed and panicked. “Heroin,” Was the only answer you gave before you body lost all sense of energy and you flopped to the floor, like a fish out of water.

Zayn: You hurt, everywhere. Your head hurt, your emotions hurt, your knees hurt, your thoughts hurt; everything. You had always thought that since you watched enough Law And Order: SVU, for it be labeled an addiction, that you’d be strong enough to avoid being rapped or at least not weak enough to let your life shatter before you. But you weren’t. It happened while Zayn was on tour, and since you had no other family left he was the first person the police rang to come get you. You were in the hospital for three days, and Zayn was with you for two of them. You hadn’t spoken much, and had to be fed through an IV bag, just to make sure you wouldn’t die from dehydration or starvation. But that, you thought, should have been the least of the doctors’ concerns. When you finally got home, you moped around, you felt worthless, useless even. Zayn had taken so time off to take care of you but, he still needed sometime for himself too, so when you slept, he slept, when you were awake, he was awake, when you ate, he ate, even if he wasn’t hungry. One afternoon, a week after the incident, Zayn was asleep on the couch, Man United highlights on the telly, and you were up in your shared room, tying a belt around a bar attached to a shelf in your closet. The bar was fairly high up, a foot higher than your head, you had to stand on a stool just to be able to rig up the belt. Twenty or so minutes later you had written a note to Zayn and pinned it to his pillow, and then stood in your closet, on the stool examining the pink leather belt in front of you. You sighed heavily and slid your head through the hole, your neck perfectly in the middle of the makeshift device. You tightened the belt around your neck, and down below you, Zayn rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he started to scaled the steps. You stood on your tippy toes as Zayn quietly opened your bedroom door, and you threw yourself off the back of the stool just as Zayn peeked his head through the semi-opened closet door.

Louis:They’re gone, honey, died on impact.’ The same sentence continuously ran through your head. ’They’re gone, honey, died on impact.’ They were your parents, they had been there for 21 years for God’s sake! They were supposed to be there until you were a parent for 21 years, they couldn’t just leave you like this. Out of nowhere. It was unfair, and if they were going to go, so where you. It took you 25 minutes for you to get up one flight of stairs, to the roof top of the building where you and your best friend, Louis, shared a flat. You had yet to figure out where Louis was, but at this moment in time you couldn’t care more. You shakily walked over to the edge of the building and looked over the short wall, down onto the city of London beneath you. Everything looked so small, even the big red buses. It’s odd how if you look at things from a different angle you have a completely different perspective, on everything. You shook you head, ridding your somewhat deep thoughts and pulled yourself up onto the ledge of the building. The wall was hardly larger in girth than a gymnastics balance beam. You took in a huge breath and just as you were about to let your body go limp and let gravity do it’s thing, an arm wrapped around you waist pulling you down from the wall and into their chest. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

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