Summary: After an argument about Pike, you and Bellamy break up. You want to hurt him. When you and Murphy get to talking you two start a love/ hate relationship. Things get heated. Fluff ending.
Ahem….I decided that there was not enough Murphy smut in this world. I’m usually more of a Bellamy girl but…he’s been a little brainwashed shit lately so I got more inspired by Murphy. I’m gonna consider this a oneshot I guess…slight POV change in the middle there. Sorry it’s a long one. I just couldn’t stop myself. Also sorry if it’s not good. It’s my first one and considering it’s mine…ofc it’s smut. :)
“I can’t believe what I’m hearing.” you say turning away from your boyfriend…well…kinda boyfriend. You and Bellamy had been sharing a room for four months now, ever since Clarke left. But sharing a bed was not all that you and Bellamy did at night. Everything was starting to look fine, until now.
“You actually think that this headcase is right? That anything Pike does is for ‘the good of the people’?!” You throw your arms in the air facing Bellamy, anger starting to fuel your actions. “Y/n, the grounders can’t be trusted. You of all people should know that!” “ Oh, don’t you dare bring this up right now!”
You lost your best friend in the ring of fire created to stop the grounder attack. That whole thing was a bit taboo, Bellamy had never even brought it up to you before right now. You felt betrayed by Bellamy. You had loved him, but you could no longer stand by his side with this.
“I’m sorry, but this is the hard truth. The grounders want us dead and if we don’t do something now, they will have their way. Pike understands that, why can’t you?” He crosses his arms and clenches his jaw. You can see that neither of you is going to back down from this.
“Believe me, I understand. But what you’re talking about….it’s bound to start another war. One that we might not be able to survive.” you step closer to him and lower your voice, fighting back the tears. “You’re talking about slaughtering 300 innocent people who were sent here to protect us!” You hear your voice break as a tear sets loose. Neither of you seem to be able to believe what the other is saying. Bellamy raises his voice completely overtaken by his stubbornness.
“Innocent!? Each and every one of these savages is to be blamed for the amount of people we’ve all lost. They started this, Y/n. We’re just going to end it.” Bellamy’s not the man that you thought he was. This proves it.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Bellamy yells after you as he sees you grab your packed bag and jacket. “I can’t do this anymore, Bell. It’s over and you know it.”
It has been a week. You haven’t even talked to Bellamy. You could barely look at his face since the massacre. To you Bellamy had become the monster he’d thought the grounders to be. He’d returned the battle unharmed, that somehow upset you even more. You wanted to hurt him, you wanted him to feel the pain that cursed through your heart and shadowed your mind.
“Why the sad face, Princess?” *ugh* Murphy was the last person you wanted to see. You’d never really talked to Murphy before. Bellamy always told you to stay away from him, that he was a murderer and that you would get hurt…but then again, Bellamy wasn’t here was he? His opinion no longer mattered to you.
“Boy drama.” You were sitting on a cut down log with bottle of whiskey in your hand. You’re guessing you didn’t look so good if even Murphy had noticed. “I see. So things must be going great with Bellamy.” He says with exaggerated sarcasm.
“Well, you could say that. I mean…we broke up about a week ago.” You finally look up at him. He looks disheveled. You all do most of the time. No time to sit in front of a mirror really.
“Eesh, tough luck. Mind if I sit here?” He asks gesturing the makeshift chair. “Sure.” You scoot over a bit to give him some space, and offer him a drink.
“No thanks. Can’t really drown my demons anymore. Those fuckers learned how to swim.” You chuckle a bit. Taking a sip for yourself. “What happened to your arm?” You ask pointing to the bandages on his forearm. “Uhm, dinner tried to eat me first I guess.” He gives you a crooked smile and you smile back. He doesn’t seem half as bad as Bellamy had made him out to be.
A few days had passed. You enjoyed Murphy’s company though you’d never tell anyone so. You two always bickered and flirted shamelessly.
“Hey, asshole! Has your face always looked this messed up or did you just forget to put on makeup today?” You give him a goofy smile as he gets closer. “Sup, bitch? What are you even doing here, shouldn’t you be workin’ the street corner?” He smiles back at you and you both shake your heads.
“Poor form, but nice try.” “Yeah, I’m not too proud of that one. I’ll keep working on it. You free tonight?” You always hung out in the evening after your shifts so you agreed to do the same tonight.
He made you happy. None of the others approved of your friendship but you didn’t mind basking in your hedonism. Especially because of the way you knew this made Bellamy feel. He hadn’t really stopped caring for you, but atleast he’d stopped his efforts to make contact with you.
Tonight was bonfire night…but something else was different. You sat a lot closer to Murphy. Your voice sounded a lot more sultry. Maybe it was because you could feel Bellamy’s eyes burn holes into your side. But that wasn’t it. You felt weirdly drawn to Murphy. He was smart, and funny. He made you feel safe enough to open up to him. Tell him things about yourself you never even allowed yourself to think of. You seemed to have the same sort of affect on him. Tonight, after a few drinks, your morals had disappeared and lust had settled in.
You dragged him off to a quiet hallway, away from peering eyes. You leaned against a wall and pulled him closer to you. He stared deep into your eyes, glancing at your lips every now and then. He placed a hand on your waist, squeezing a little to bring you closer. He wrapped his other hand in your hair, tugging at the strands as he ground himself against you.
“You want this, Princess?” His hot breath on your face made shivers run down your spine. You wrapped your arms behind his neck and a leg behind his. You kissed him passionately, letting your tongues explore each-others mouths as he lifted your leg higher around his waist so you could feel his erection grind against you through the unnecessary layers of clothing.
You reluctantly pull away from the kiss. He looks at you with a confused yet determined look on his face. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I just-” you gasp as he starts kissing your neck, definitely leaving marks for later. It feels so good so you urge him not to stop as you talk.
“I need you to remember, that I still hate you. This-this is just a momentary lapse of weakness brought on by involuntary abstinence. And I can’t do this if you feel something else or whatever. So I must ask. Do you hate me?” He stops for a little bit to look you in the eyes. His eyes seem darker, more focused. He clenches his jaw and shifts his eyes for a second. “Yea, sure.”
You didn’t really believe him but you also didn’t really care. You had never been too great with emotions but you could see he was a little scolded. But right now your brain had no power. Your body wanted him, and he wanted you.
“Then hell yea I want this.” That was the last coherent sentence you spoke. You pulled on his hair as he disheveled yours. The only thing cooling you down was the cold metal you were pinned up against.
He’d been drinking all night like everyone else. He needed a drink after seeing Y/n drape herself all over Murphy’s lap. He still cared for her, but he wasn’t sure if she cared for him. Maybe she was just trying to make him jealous. Maybe there was still hope for them.
He said goodnight to the rest of the guard and stumbled over to the Ark. He was heading down the halls when he stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Y/n and Murphy tangled up against a wall. Murphy seemed to notice him standing there but all he did was pull away from the kiss to give Bellamy a crooked smile before grabbing Y/n’s breast, kneading it in his hands as she moaned in his ear and sloppily kissed her neck.
Bellamy couldn’t take this. He practically ran back to the bonfire. He needed a few dozen more drinks before he could let himself think again.
You’re still slightly intoxicated, yet everything seems much clearer. Murphy’s kissing your neck, sucking and biting at all the right places. You moan louder than you wanted to. You plead for Murphy to take you to your room.
When you somehow finally get there Murphy picks you up. You’re straddling him and kissing him while he kicks the door closed. You help him shrug off his jacket and do the same with your own. You’re tugging at his shirt as you try to get rid of yours. Once you succeed you find yourself on the bed. Frantically kissing him as he swiftly removes his shirt.
Your bodies are tightly pressed against each-other. His hands are roaming your body as you try to make the most of what he’s allowing you to move. He starts kissing down your jaw, your neck, stopping to suck and nibble at your nipples, kneading your breast with one hand. Then continues kissing your stomach, all the way down to your aching core. He strips you of your pants and underwear, kissing your inner thighs. Your back arches off the bed as he licks straight over your wet heat.
“All ready for me aren’t you?” He asks you meeting your gaze. You can’t help but stare. He looks so hot between your legs. “Yes-yes, Murphy. Gosh, just fuck me already!” “Impatient little doll. I promise you, I’ll make this worth your while.” And oh was he right. He shifts his focus from your eyes back to your core. He’s like Picasso with his tongue. He makes you grab the sheets in a pathetic attempt to steady yourself as you unravel and let out moans, screams and cusses of his name. Once he’s done you’ve already become a panting mess. He wipes your fluids off his chin and smirks at you.
“You were right, totally worth it!” You smile at him as gets up on his knees in front of you. “I’m always right.” “So you are.” You lift yourself off the bed to place sloppy kisses to his abdomen. You run your hands up the middle of his chest and down his sides, settling them on his belt. You keep kissing his hip bones and his small happy trail as you undo his belt and zipper. He helps you slide off his pants, his eyes glued to your every motion. You kiss the fabric that covers his erection. “Do you want me? Say you want me.” Your voice is light, yet sultry as ever. He practically groans his answer. “Yes, fuck yes I want you!” He pulls you up to kiss him again.
Soon enough he releases your body just enough that you can start kissing all the way down his neck, shoulders and chest. You take off his underwear and lay a firm grip on his throbbing cock. He throws his head back as you lick a small circle around his tip and pump a few times. He can’t seem to look away and decides to hold back your hair. Barely pushing you in any direction. You take him in your mouth little by little. His groaning, swears and moans of your name getting louder with each pump.
“That’s it, Princess! You’re in trouble now!” He pushes you back on the bed. Kissing you deeply, rubbing small circles around you clit. You’re now begging him for a release again. And he is sure willing to oblige. He pulls away and grabs his cock to guide himself through your entrance. You both groan from pleasure. You nod a little, giving him the ok to start moving. You’re both near your climaxes so his pace quickens. Any attempts of kissing fail because your mouth keeps dragging down his chin with each thrust. But neither of you mind.
He’s holding himself up on one elbow, burying his other hand’s fingers in your hips. You drag your fingernails over his back almost painfully enough to draw blood. This makes him grunt even more, his face still buried in the crook of your neck. You even bite his shoulder a little. His length slightly painful, but all the more enjoyable.
The rest of the world no longer exists. Just you and him. You barely hear the people outside. All you can sense is the sweat, the sound of skin against skin, the waves of pleasure washing over you. You keep working in harmony with his thrusts. Your eyes too intrigued by the movements of his lean muscles to dare close. You glance at the place where your bodies meet and feel yourself unraveling underneath him.
You scream his name into oblivion and his movements become less calculated and more uneven as he comes from the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He moans your name in response as he rides out both of your orgasms. He pulls out soon enough. Both of you panting and unable to speak as he lays beside you. You feel weak and you’re shivering, but not from cold. From absolute extacy.
Once you’ve both regained your composure you curl up to his side. He lifts one of your legs up over him and you place a hand on his chest to draw circles on his skin.
“That was…amazing.” He says smiling at you in the glow of the moonlight shining through the small window. “Yeah, it was. Would love to repeat that sometime soon.” You smile back at him. He kisses your head. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Soon enough you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, until he speaks up again. “I lied earlier.” “What?” You rub your eyes a little until you can clearly see the guilty look on his face as he stares at the ceiling.
“What are you talking about?” He licks over his lips and looks at you. “Earlier, when I said that I hated you…I didn’t mean a word of it. I’m sorry but, you’re actually one of the few people I like in this hellhole. The only person, to be exact.”
You just keep smiling at him. “I know.” “Wha- but you said…” He looks at you with the same confused look from earlier, except this one isn’t shadowed by lust, it’s shaded by hope. “I know what I said. And I lied too. I actually like you too.” You kiss him for reassurance, before turning over and tugging him to spoon you. You’re both fading to sleep as you hear him mumble.
When you’re supposed to be asleep, but you keep saying ‘one more chapter’ and 'I’ll just get to the end of the mat section’ and every chapter seems to be a mat chapter so you make the decision to read just one more BUT THEN THE LETTER HAPPENS and the next chapter is still a mat chapter and you have no self control. Holy shit holy shit holy shiiiiit
Aw man so it’s 2:43am and I just finished watching the last part of @therealjacksepticeye ’s play through of Night In The Woods.
I am gonna miss this series so damn much!
I loved the voices Jack gave them.. the characters and their personalities.
The story and the little jokes and cool quirks each of them had!
Also the art style and the colours in that game I mean damn I freaking loved the colours and backgrounds and just little things like the leaves flying around when Mae walked through them!
The ending.. Yes was weird and the way they were just like “ok what song are we playing” and then cut to credits like shit man. Way to pull at my heart strings! I wish I knew what happened next! Like do Mae and Bea go and visit Gregg and Angus in Bright Harbour. What does Mae do next?? Does she get a job and move out?? Do things get better for her and things start to get a bit more real?? Who knows man!
Also I’d love to see more of Germ. He was funny, maybe it’s just the quick little voice that Jack gave him too but he was random and I loved him in the end!
God damn it I want more but again I loved watching @therealjacksepticeye play through this game so thanks to him for bringing the characters to life! :D
Okay now I’m curious, is this shit ever gonna end?!
Good! Fucking he should be sorry. That means he actually has a soul or something. Yeah Idk when you treat someone like literal garbage and emotionally/sexually abuse the fuck out of them for 3 years, it’s the natural human response to hate yourself for it I’m guessing. He’s gonna have to live with That? What am I supposed to say? Like it’s okay????? I forgive him???? Fuck that noise. He doesn’t get that.
Honestly tho holy shit guys 3 years of this show. I was 3rd year uni student when it first aired and now im full time designer. It’s kinda surreal.
Despite the shit I give it, it’s gonna be a show close to my heart forever. It got me through some shit. I made a hella lot of dear friends from on here and at ygo meets locally which I am so thankful for. Even the Battle Royale arc got me through my dissertation writing inaw lmao
But aye thnx arc v, u were alright in the end, show must go on!
do u ever just look @ people who have support systems and shit and u look at urself and ur reminded of every ex that left u when u told them u werent straight or neurotypical, when my family tried to make me live on the street despite being disabled because i’m not straight, and when i had to miss some classes because of a suicide attempt my “friends” ditched me without saying a word and my professors don’t consider me almost dying to be a good enough reason to get an extension on my assignment deadlines
Instead of usual sad post/oversharing this is a meta sad post about oversharing
When i was in the shower realizing things™ i found myself asking where it comes the need to announce the world that i’m in a mood. So the obvious need for attention and validation that every human being have comes first to mind. My second thought is that i’m compensating the fact i was always, and still sorta am, so worried that people would notice any sign of mental illness. Because talking about this stuff here seems so very inconsequential. I have no reasons to pretend oppose to in place like work or school. And, i sorta posted about this before, prentending is tiring. It’s way more comfortable to wear your sadness, like a weird cozy pijamas pants. Adult life push you into the skinny jeans of having it together and we ended up wearing them all the time. So i’m learning to feel comfortable instead of looking good with people close to me. I wanna feel the same relieving sensation with them that i feel posting that i’m sad to strangers and not-so-strangers online.
I’m not gonna lie
when the snap streak ended, it hurt.
I know you said we needed time but we worked for a long time to keep that shit.
Now here I am staring at nothing because you left
us with ashes from which I’m supposed to either rebuild or sift
but here I sit, listening to Flyleaf acoustic rifts reminding me that I’m so sick
despite what came from your lips saying you burned this but why does it feel like I’m the one covered in soot while indifference floods your veins? Why am I feeling responsible for the flame that sent the embers flailing into the ashen eve?
I guess it was symbolic that the flame would leave since as it seems you want me to erase the we and let what we were float into aerial effervescence
I wish I could overdose on analgesic to make this ventricle fracture go away but that won’t change the fact that I need you.
Or I think I do.
I’m still covered in ashes, lying here, staring at what was and trying to piece together how combustion alters what
but yet here I sit, not knowing what to do with the cremation.
But I guess that’s what’s the space was for. To erase flames and start pure.
“12:05 a.m. on a leather couch”
when your night ends with a show that’s been around for eight years of your life. that feeling of ache that it’s never gonna have another episode. that feeling like all you want to do is play that one character from that show. that’s me right now. i just finished the series finale of the vampire diaries and i can’t stop crying. first glee ended, now TVD. all of my favourite shows are coming to an end and i can’t deal with this shit. the shows that made me who i am, the shows that helped me through the darkest hours. i’ll never find shows like tvd or glee for me. sure there’s the originals but that’s not the same. thank fuck AHS is still around.
i love watching the aquabats super show it’s so silly and fun…
i can’t believe i was a fucking sophomore in high school when it started airing??? i was gonna say “what a dark time in my life” but honestly end of sophomore year i kinda had my shit figured out… late spring and early summer of 2012 were probs the least awful part of high school for me. and anyway watching this show just takes me back to saturday mornings watching it in my pajamas bc i am a literal child
Oh, my god that was a
mistake. Bucky is gonna lose it if he
finds out. If he tells Steve, it’s
over. I won’t be able to stay here. Oh, shit, what was I thinking? I am so stupid. What do I say when I see Tony? God, I’m so embarrassed.
Your mind was racing as you lay in your bed, denying you
sleep that you so desperately needed.
Your fight in the lab with Tony had only escalated until you were both
so filled with rage and tension that the energy shifted and you somehow ended
up in his bed. It was all a blur,
really; a tangled mess of anger, attraction, sweat and skin. Yes, it was a mistake, but you couldn’t bring
yourself to fully regret it, and it could never happen again.
Your phone began to vibrate, signaling a text. With a woeful groan, you rolled onto your
back and dug it from your pocket, hesitant to see who it was from. Opening one eye at a time, you resolved to
Are you ok?
Stark was at the top of the list of people you didn’t want
to talk to right now, but ignoring him wasn’t likely to be a good idea. He owned the place, and could easily find you
if he really wanted to. Your fingers
hesitated as you decided how to respond.
Not gonna lie, it was
Really, Tony? Now isn’t the time.
A few minutes passed without a reply. You were about to give up and try to sleep
when another message came in.
We’re adults. We can both be sorry.
I don’t know what
happened. We can’t do that again.
Agreed. Let’s just keep it between us, ok?
Deciding that sleep was completely pointless, you jumped
into the shower. The water soothed your
anxiety, washing the whole experience from both your mind and body. The only thought keeping your sanity was that
you and Tony were the only two who knew.
“Come on, Buck, we don’t know for sure what happened. Last time we saw ‘em they were fighting, so I
can’t really believe that anything went on in there.” Steve kept replaying the video; he wasn’t
sure if he was convincing Bucky or convincing himself.
“Don’t be naïve, Rogers.”
Bucky was leaning back in his chair, sitting at the kitchen table. His metal fingers were tapping on the wooden
surface, the speed changing along with the rapid swings in his mood. “Man, I’ve got to pull it together.” He stood now, pacing back and forth past
Steve, his eyes darting down to the video with each pass. “She’s an adult, right? This isn’t my business. She can take care of herself.”
“Sure. They’re both
adults.” Steve sucked in a deep breath,
not wanting to verbalize the thought in his head, but not able to hold it in. He mumbled under his breath, attempting to
keep the thought from his friend.
“He’s old enough to be her dad.”
“Fuck, Steve!” Bucky
threw his arms in the air, exasperated, “That’s it! I’m gonna go knock some sense into that kid!”
Following close behind, Steve was quickly keeping pace with
Bucky. “Buck, this might not be a good
idea. Maybe we should wait until things
As the duo left the kitchen, Bruce grabbed his phone and
anxiously began typing.
They know. They’re on the way.
Tony frantically jumped from his bed and threw on the first
clothes that he could find. He had to
get to them before they got to you.
You had been standing in front of the mirror forever. Or, at least it felt that way. Your hair was beginning to dry, as was the
towel wrapped around you. The steam from
your shower was no longer hazing over the glass and you could clearly see
yourself. The face reflected back at you
was unrecognizable. That wasn’t
you. It was, but it wasn’t. Your emotions were a mess and had made you
numb to their effects.
You have to shake this
off. You don’t have feelings for
him. You don’t. You can’t.
You barely know him. It was a
mistake. A one-time mistake.
Your diatribe of thoughts was interrupted by loud voices
outside of your room. Forgetting that
you were dressed only in your towel, you ran to the door and flung it open to
see the source of the commotion. Tony
was next to your door, his eye beginning to swell and take on a nice shade of
bruising. Bucky’s metal arm was holding
him to the wall against his chest as Steve was trying to pull him away.
“Alright, knock it off!”
The men jumped at the anger in your voice, looking to see you standing
in your doorway, in only your towel, arms folded tightly across your
chest. “Grow the hell up!”
Bucky released Stark and walked with heavy footsteps over to
you. He stood toe to toe, towering above
you. He looked down at you with fury in
his eyes, but you held your posture, refusing to back down to your older
“Do you have any
idea of what you’re doing, (Y/N)? Do you
ever stop to think about the consequences of the things you do?” His arm swiftly flew up as he slammed his
fist into the wall next to you, but you stood, unflinching.
“Oh, that is rich, Bucky!
You’re one to talk. Aside from
Rogers over here, you’re the most reckless person I know!”
“What did I do?”
Steve looked confused, wondering how he was suddenly a topic of your
“Buck, you’re going to have to realize that I’m not that kid
you left behind anymore. Sure, I make
shitty choices sometimes, but they’re mine.”
He finally lowered his arm, still holding his stare. “You left me on my own when you ran off to
war. You must have thought I could
handle myself then, so what’s different now?”
His eyes softened, and his expression turned sad. “(Y/N), I never thought…” His words trailed off, not knowing what to
say. “You had Steve…”
“Oh, Buck. Little
Stevie had me.” You put a hand on his
arm, relaxing your posture. “Things are
different now, and I know it’s hard, but I’m not the kid you left behind. If you can’t accept that, then maybe we need
to go our separate ways for a while.”
Bucky stared at you for a moment, his expression changing to
surprise then fear as the realization of what you were saying hit him. He quickly grabbed you and pulled you in
tightly to his chest, resting his head on yours. “No.
No, I need you.” He pressed his
lips to your hair, whispering now, “I’ll do better, okay? Please don’t leave me.”
“Excuse me, kids.”
Tony cleared his throat, raising his hand as if to ask a question. “If you guys are all done kicking my ass, I’m
gonna go grab some ice for this shiner.”
Bucky straightened, clearing his throat, “My apologies,
Tony.” He slowly reached out to shake
Tony accepted, and glanced to you as he began to walk
away. “Until next time, sweetheart.” he
said with a wink. As he turned away, the
sound of a thud echoed in the hallway.
He grabbed the back of his head and looked at you, completely shocked
“Ok, seriously! Where
the hell do you keep those?!”
JUST WHEN I THOUGHT EVERYTHING WAS GONNA BE FINE AND DANDY AFTER SHIRO FINALLY OBTAINS THE BLACK PALADIN’S BAYARD, VOLTRON DEFEATS THE PSEUDO-VOLTRON ZARKON MAKES, AND SHIRO REGAINS CONTROL OVER THE BLACK LION WITHOUT THE INTERFERENCE OF ZARKON,
HE JUST DISAPPEARS???
SHIRO WHAT THE HECK.
WHO. DOES. THAT.
AND THERE’S A PRINCE?
DEAR GOD I HOPE SEASON 3 COMES OUT LATER THIS YEAR BECAUSE I AM STILL FLIPPING MY SHIT OVER THIS SEASON ENDING CLIFFHANGER THAT HAS ME EMOTIONALLY DISTRAUGHT.
This is a so-very-late Christmas present for the lovely @rainteaanddragons. I’m sorry it took so long, Anna! I hope you like it :)
Based on a soul mate AU where everyone is born with heterochromatic eyes, the right one is your own eye colour and the left is the colour of your soul mate. When you meet, your left eye becomes it’s true colour.
“Oi, Flame Brain!” The customer snarled on the other end of the line. “This is taking forever! I called to get your assistance fixing my PS4. Are you gonna figure this out or not?!”
Natsu rolled his eyes, fingers rubbing small circles on his temples. “I am trying, sir.” He gritted out as politely as possible through his teeth.
“Well, nothing you’ve said so far has been very helpful!” He snapped.
‘This prissy little shit, I swear…’ He let out a sharp breath. “Have you tried turning it off and turning it back on?”
His coworker cackled in the middle of her service call, clamping her hand over mouth to stifle the noise.
“Are you fucking kidding me.” It wasn’t even a question. He sounded just as fed up as Natsu was.
His brow twitched. “Please watch your language, sir.”
“If you call me sir one more time, I swear to god.”
“I’m sorry if it bothers you, sir.” Natsu blurted out of habit. Something akin to a growl rumbled through his headset. “Shit! I mean, crap. Sorry… uh… mister?”
“Oh for fuck’s sake. Are you deaf or just plain stupid?”
That was it. “Okay, I’ve had enough of your bullshit!” He finally bit back. “You are the rudest customer I’ve ever fucking had and that’s saying something because I get a lot of calls from spoiled mama’s boys.”
The dark haired woman seated in the booth next to his gaped at him as if he’d gone mad. Who knows? Maybe he had. This customer was driving him up the frigging wall.
You know, I can’t shake the feeling that at the end of the day I’m gonna be able to go home. And, like, in the morning, when I wake up, there are these few seconds before I realize where I am, and then I do realize, and I can’t breathe. And I wanna cry and throw shit and kill myself.
I AM SERIOUSLY DONE WITH THIS SHOW, ARE YOU SHITTING ME
okok im gonna try and calm down and tell you what i just discovered that literally gAVE ME A HEARTATTACK
I was re-watching Misery Loves Company (s03e16, you know the episode when Toby tries to sneak into Spencers house to get the key and he gets busted (and bitch slapped) Remember the ending? When Mona is just sitting there enjoying the lasagna Spencer cooked and sipping red wine there is classical music playing in the background.
Now I thought it sounded good, the classical music, so I decided to Shazam it. (Shazam is an app where you let the app identify a piece of music you don’t recognize, it’ll give you the artist and the name of the song)
The first few tries it didn’t catch anything, and then I raised the volume and got the song on the second picture. Of course I just sat there with my phone and just starred at like god was talking to me through it, but then I tried again, and got the song on the third picture.
They were playing a song called Aria, or Arias Finale, during the time when Mona was sitting there in that room looking all smug and bad-ass. And this isn’t the first Aria reference she’s given; remember the episode with her and Toby in the A-van, and she says “Fear cuts deeper than a sword”? (Really sorry for not remembering who discovered this, but credits to whoever posted it first) That quote it from ARYA Stark from Game Of Thrones!!!
Could it be a hint to maybe it ending there for Aria? Hence “Arias Finale”? Or maybe she had planned for that to happen, and it finally did, her finale. I don’t know what to believe, but she’s the shadiest character on the show. Even more than Wilden was, at least we knew he was up to something.
So, good-luck to anyone who still believes Aria is innocent, because this just killed me and that lady has a finger in all of this. Or an entire hand.