rachel's here too

Ok ok guys just thought of something: the homeless lady, she said she knew rachel.. so maybe she’ll be in before the storm? I really loved her character and would love to hear more. She said she’d see Rachel walking around deep in worry, and that she talked to her a few times about the troubles in her life and her wanting to be a model.

I wonder whether she knew a lot more than she was letting on, whether she knew about Jefferson. If she is in it, I hope we get to learn who she was before she was homeless and how she ended up there.

I think she holds the answer to a lot of unanswered questions, as she said she sees everything, so how much is everything? 

Cupcakke In The Bathroom - BMC Remix
Joe Iconis, George Salazar, Cupcakke, Satan

My friend told me to put it on tumblr bc she wanted to reblog it (she doesn’t have soundcloud) so ya i’m sorry y’all for my delivery of garbage here u go 


My names Rachel, and I have Bpd
It’d be nice to meet other people with Bpd because I have nobody relatable to talk about .-. I also have resting bitch face

Girl Meets Season 4 - Episode 24

Girl Meets Season 4 - The Continuing Saga of Riley and her friends as they tackle their Sophomore year in High School. The ups, the downs, and everything in between. What will their sophomore year be like? Read and find out.

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A/N #1: This chapter is short… but cute 😉💜

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“You can’t love someone, unless you love yourself first.”
I have never loved myself.
But you.
Oh God, I loved you so much, I forgot what hating myself felt like. [insp.]

At some point, the pack decides to host an Easter egg hunt for the kids back in Beacon Hills. And every year, without fail, Scott and Stiles stay up until about 2am hiding all of the eggs. They end up constantly finding each other’s eggs instead of new hidden locations. Now, the majority of these eggs are filled with candy, of course. But there are five special golden eggs with $10 each in them, and those are placed in super secret, difficult to reach locations. 

The kids are unleashed onto Scott’s lawn the next day and most of the parents are sitting on the deck drinking Lydia’s mimosas. Scott and Stiles, however, are not-so-subtly following around their daughters, Gabrielle and Adalyn, to see who is going to find the most eggs. (”I know it’s not a competition, Lydia but..Jesus she found four eggs in a row. Four of them. And I was the one who hid those!”) 

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About a million months ago, Liv and I talked about a Percabeth spy AU where they have to go undercover and live together and there are silly domestic mishaps and they have guns and spy on the neighbors and so I finally started it! I think it needs some work but I’ve been working on it forever and I wanted to post it, so here we go.


The file lands with a clatter on her keyboard. Plain, manila, and worn at the edges, it leaks papers as it slides sideways onto the desk. Annabeth recognizes Rachel’s handwriting on the tab—2011-2012 GUN RING—and looks up to see the woman leaning on the edge of her desk, grinning. She has a second file clutched to her chest.

“What’s that,” Annabeth says, deadpan, brushing the folder the rest of the way off her keyboard. She knows what that one is—all the intel they’d been able to collect regarding a gun smuggling ring operating in the eastern United States before all their leads went cold, and it’s an understandably thin file—but judging by the highly worrisome look on Rachel’s face, she doesn’t want to know what the second folder contains. So she continues typing. Perhaps if she focuses hard enough, Rachel will simply give up and find somebody else to harass.

Instead, she says, “A job.”

“Not interested.”

“You are very interested. They got sloppy, let one of their buyers get caught, and now we have an informant that’s talking. Chiron’s already organized an op for you.”

Annabeth looks up. An assignment. A chance for her to get out of this slump she’s been in, to get out of the office and wrap up a years-old case she should’ve already solved. She’s slightly interested. “Listening.”

“It’s an undercover op. You and your new faux husband will bed down in suburbia,” Rachel says, passing over the second folder. “And I had the privilege of hand-picking your partner. Take a look.”

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