think abt this tho y'all. so karamel is over, s*nvers is done or at least demoted to not a main couple who does that leave for a main couple? they could bring in a new gf for alex but if the girl ain’t a regular it wouldn’t make them a main couple ya kno? and for both seasons of sg there has always been at least one main couple so who does that leave for s3… supercorp
There are mouse traps in the Fake AH Crew’s penthouse. Old school, spring loaded mousetraps right out of a cartoon. It takes everyone a while to see them, and even then no one really takes much notice; there’s nothing particularly abnormal about mousetraps after all. Except that the penthouse has never had mice. Except that for all they are bloodthirsty criminals no one in the crew really has the stomach to crush a rodent to death; the Lads short lived plan to keep a pet snake to terrify Geoff ended not because the man in question caught them but instead because none were willing to handle feeding the bloody thing.
So the traps are weird then. The traps no one uses. The traps no one claims. The traps that seem to be multiplying. Not quickly, slow enough to slide under the radar, but month by month the boxes grow until suddenly one of the spare rooms is completely filled.
Which, understandably, is noticed. Geoff calls a meeting and the crew wastes an afternoon squabbling over who and how and why but nothing is resolved. Everyone knows it must be a trap of some sort, someone setting up for a prank or a hilarious stunt, and no one wants to be the target. The culprit does not identify themselves, and there’s more than enough secondhand glee and trepidation going around to muddy the waters and keep the guilty party unknown.
No one is prepared to brave removing the mousetraps themselves, unsure if some trap will be sprung simply by entering the room, so the boxes remain. It’s an uneasy sort of acceptance, no member of the crew wanting to complain and single themselves out, so the threat lays dormant long enough that everyone has to move on, has to stop actively wondering. Even subconsciously they still pass the room gingerly, cautious, but as the months go by and the bedroom remains closed the fact that the boxes continue to multiply is pushed out of mind.
And then Dan flies over to pay Gavin a visit. As usual he’s greeted with a celebration, drink in hand before he’s through the front door; the first of many as the night predictably devolves into something raucous and messy and seamlessly fond. It’s late by the time the teasing and story telling dies down, by the time Dan finally trudges up the hall with his bag, so it takes the crew a moment too long to remember that Dan’s usual room was already occupied. They thunder down the hall just in time to see - nothing. The boxes are gone, the room is immaculate, like nothing strange has been growing there for almost a year, like the crew’s fears were entirely unfounded.
Or so they think, until dawn breaks with Dan screaming the house down, waking everyone up way too early as they scramble to arm themselves and drag their hungover bodies towards the apparent fight taking place in the living room. The fight between Dan and what turns out to be literally thousands of mousetraps, laid out in concentric circles around the main room ready to catch Dan on his usual jetlag-early, half-awake stumble to kitchen.
The culprit would be obvious even without Gavin’s distinctive squeaking giggles ratting him out, perched on the kitchen counter and filming the whole scene on his phone, the areas around him lined with its own little wall of still-loaded mouse traps. Unfortunately, regardless of whatever protection Gavin thought they would buy him, Dan charges right through to tackle him screeching to the ground anyway.
The video winds up on youtube, because of course it does; Gavin is an asshole and sees no reason why the whole world shouldn’t enjoy his endless efforts to torture Dan. By the time Gavin gets the video together, including a time lapse of the set up, various angles from a handful of go pros placed strategically around the room, a slow mo replay of the dawning horror on Dan’s face as the traps go off and the angry bodyslam to close it out, it has all the elements of an excellent video. So of course it goes viral; passed around the internet at lightning speed, shown on various news programs, racking up millions of views before the day is over.
It doesn’t take long for the internet to point out the handful of infamous criminal lookalikes edging into frame at the end, obviously too soft and rumpled and hopelessly entertained to be the real deal, but still a funny comparison all the same. Even more amusing when the blurry footage almost makes them look armed, so-called guns a startling juxtaposition against the silly prank and cutesy patterned pyjamas everyone seems to be wearing. Combined with the obvious opulence of the room, and the kind of cash it must take to buy so many mousetraps just for a stunt, there is no shortage of people joking about the video being a candid episode of MTV Cribs featuring the Fake AH Crew.
What angers me most about today’s episode is that it’s made aaron look dumb, naive and deluded when.. he’s really not?? his decision to try and forgive robert and the way he went about it was so brave and mature, it was based on a lot of honesty, introspection and the listening and understanding of robert’s pov while expressing his own freely. It was also based on the fact that he knows robert better than anyone, he knows the very best and the very worst of him, he didn’t just “discover robert’s real nature” or whatever.. Frankly it’s just so sad to see him reduced to a naive victim after being given so much agency in yesterday’s episodes.
request? yes “ Montgomery and fem!reader 41 ″ prompt #41: “what’s it gonna take for you to sit on my dick?” “a small loan of a billion dollars.”
pairing(s): montgomery x fem!reader
warning(s): pretty bad writing
a/n: back at it again with the montgomery imagines. ooooh yeaa
You continuously tap your pencil on your desk as you bounce your leg, almost way too eager to get out of your History class.
There was nothing wrong with the class, it was just the people, or person, that made you hate it. Montgomery de la Cruz, to be exact.
Montgomery seemed like a desperate jock that thought he can get anything he wanted, and that included you. Ever since you two were forced to sit next to each other, he constantly nagged at you about hooking up with him.
Could you do a imagine where the reader tells a friend that she has a crush on monty and thinks he’s hot, and then one night at a party her friend gets drunk and tells him? this would obviously embarrass the reader but it turns out he likes her too.
“Do you like anyone?” Jess asked passing the bottle of vodka to you, you were having a sleepover with Jess and Sheri “its cringy!” you say hiding your face “whoooo?” they both ask giggling from their tipsiness “Montgomery…” you mumble and they both giggle and squeal “you like Monty? I bet he likes you too!” Sheri says excited “He’s really hot, and even though he can be an ass I think I like him more than just his looks, do not tell anyone girls” you declare, the giggle and nod.
It’s been two weeks since the sleepover and you had totally forgotten about telling Jess about your crush. You were sitting in the living room with a drink having a deep conversation with Hannah Baker about hairstyles when you spot Jess talking to Monty but pointing at you, you try to pretend you haven’t noticed them but you can see Monty glancing over at you as Jess was talking and flailing around drunk “are you okay?” Hannah asked turning round to see what has your attention “I don’t think i’m going to be in a minute” you mumble as you notice Monty walking over to you “can i have a word in private with y/n?” he asked Hannah, she gave you a confused look and got up and left, Monty sat down beside you “so…a little birdy tells me you might think I’m hot?” he asked with a smirk, your cheeks flushed, it was embarrassing enough that he knew but others could hear too and were starting to snigger “um, i’m sorry did Jess say that? she’s so drunk” you stammer trying to worm your way out of the situation “so it’s not true?” he asked looking at his hands, you can’t manage the words to say yes or no you just sit in shock, then you got up and practically sprinted out of the party, feeling like you might have a panic attack.
You sat on the grass outside the front of the house, trying not to cry from embarrassment “I like you too” you heard from behind you, you turn around and see Monty walking towards you “please don’t run away again, can we talk?” he asked sitting next to you, you still couldn’t say anything “so, do you like me? I’d really like it if you did” he said sweetly brushing his finger along your hand, you nod and turn to look at him seeing his face turn into a grin, you smile at him and he strokes your face “don’t be embarrassed, I’ve liked you forever and was too scared to tell you” he admitted making you giggle “can I kiss you?” he mutters and you nod, looking at his lips and he slowly leans in and kisses you so softly, pulling away he rested his head on yours “I don’t want to hurt you, i’m always hitting or kicking something but I just want to bundle you up and keep you safe” he whispered, you kissed him a little harder and felt him smile into it “you’re not going to hurt me by kissing me harder” you mumble making him smirk and wink at you, he takes your hand and you both stand up walking back to the party as a couple.