we got this for free at work

Be a seat hog on the plane? No lunch for you.

This is my boyfriend’s story of petty revenge that I think belongs here.

My boyfriend and I live overseas and flew back home to visit our families earlier this month. Since I got more time off work than he did, we flew home separately.

My bf found cheap flights on a budget airline with notoriously small seats and little legroom. The flight time back home is almost 8 hours.

Bf’s flight wasn’t completely full, so at the back of the plane where he was sitting there was a smattering of free seats. Most people at the back either had an aisle or an empty seat beside them.

Unfortunately, my bf was in a section of 3 with no free seats. He had the aisle seat, with an elderly couple sitting in the middle and window seat. Directly across the aisle in the middle of the plane there were 3 free seats.

As soon as everyone had boarded the plane, a lady a few rows up called the flight attendant over and complained about how uncomfortable she was, and demanded to move into the 3 free seats. The flight attendant told her that no one was allowed to move seats until after the plane had taken off and the seatbelt sign had been switched off.

A few minutes after takeoff when the seatbelt sign was off, my bf figured he’d take one of the 3 free seats to give the elderly couple beside him more space to be comfy on the long flight. He had just unbuckled his seat belt and started making a move across the aisle when the disgruntled lady a few rows up flung herself into one of the free seats and spread her bags across the other 2, not even waiting to see if anyone else wanted one of the seats (so that she’d be on an aisle with a free seat in the middle and someone else on the other aisle). She pulled out nail clippers, clipped her fingernails, and then started painting them. After that was done she stretched out across the 3 seats and went to sleep.

The elderly couple saw this happen and commented on how rude it was that this lady didn’t give anyone else the chance to take one of the seats, and the two of them and my bf discussed her rudeness quietly amongst themselves.

A couple of hours later the flight attendants came down the aisle with hot paninis for lunch. Since Ms. Just Got Mah Nailz Did was passed out with her feet sticking out into the aisle, the flight attendants put her panini on the seat back tray instead of waking her up.

My bf and the elderly couple shared a knowing look, and then my bf stealthily grabbed the lady’s panini off the tray. The three of them took her panini out of the plastic wrap, and then divided it up amongst themselves.

TL:DR: Lady on a transatlantic flight hogs 3 seats to herself instead of allowing someone else to have one of them. Clips and paints her nails, then passes out, so my bf and the people he was sitting with steal her sandwich and divide it between themselves.

The sweet, toasty spoils of petty revenge.

i love my job. yesterday i found some angelica pickles dolls in the scarves that i was rearranging and our managers give out $5 vouchers every week for working hard or something and we get a discount so i got the two dolls and 4 bottles of nail polish for free! 

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Youmacon’s coming up November 3-6, and I’ll be there! Since I tend to run out of commission time at the show, I’m opening up preorders again!

Pencil Sketches - $20 for one person, $30 for two people

Watercolors - $35 for one person, $45 for two people

If you pay for a commission before the con starts, I can have it ready for pickup right when the doors open. And as a thank you for allowing me to do yours early, I’ll let you pick out any one of our buttons for free! We’ve got over two hundred designs by now, both popular and wretchedly obscure, so you’re sure to find something good.

Note me or mail me at alexisaroyce@gmail.com. Check my commission tag if you’d like more examples of my work!

oziumactys  asked:

Today's news is that it is Monday. I do not like this day because I have to stop lazing around and actually get shit done. Also I work for like 12 hours. Best of luck to you. I hope your customers treat you right today.

oh jeez that’s so many hours of working. i hope it goes quickly for you!!

customers were pretty cool today, except this one guy who we call twelve sugars because he gets twelve sugars in his coffee. he stayed away for a few days cause he got chewed out for pestering us for refills without paying attention to our refill policy and using our wifi to torrent movies all day long while he sips his free drinks and tells us every time he pees

the amount of times i’ve heard the “my bf is 5+ yrs my senior, has cheated on me 4 times, stays @ home all day on the couch playing video games while i work double shifts bc he got fired from his 6th job in the past 6 months, he doesn’t wash his ass, we consistently fight bc we just love each other so much and i just make him so upset sometimes, bc of how much he loves me, i couldn’t ever leave him” in essentially the same flavor w/ only a few differences from multiple women is just… dump him. go. be free

anonymous asked:

You know what's bugging me? The freaking bonding moment! What we haven't see! Let me explain: We know Lance was hurt, very hurt. We know Keith craddled him. Buuuut... HOW?? Did Lance faint again so Keith have to do it? Did Keith offers to carry him? They were on their way on the way to the healing pods and Lance faints? What the others paladins saw? An unconcious Lance in Keith's arms. So, who put Lance on the pod? Who changes his clothes? Details, details like this are killing me

LISTEN  L I S T EN THE VLD CREW KEPT SO MANY GOOD KLANCE MOMENTS FROM US:

  • the arm cradling scene after the bonding moment

This most definitely wasn’t the end of it. Shiro could barely stand on his own (he was probably in the healing pod for a while too) and Hunk and Coran carried the crystal. Assuming that Keith didn’t lie to Lance, he was probably the one carrying Lance to the pod - in an arm cradling way, aka bridal carry like.

  • Keith freeing Lance from when he got handcuffed to the tree

The only lions that were with Nyma and Rolo were Yellow, Green and Black. Keith actually went and unchained Lance. Imagine the teasing and the jokes.

  • Lance actually praising Keith

Keith successfully completed Lance’s (and his own since he did not understand Lance’s handsigns) plan. Lance actually gave him a thumbs up. I am like 99% sure that there was a line like “sharp work samurai” that we missed out on here.

  • Keith and Lance running like maniacs through the halls of the castle

Just imagine it. Them running around, still screaming. Lance thinks he sees a shadow approaching and screams even louder. Keith joins on instinct. They keep running even faster and almost run over Coran. Coran is confused as the castle has not tried to hurt him at all. Keith and Lance first convince themselves that he’s the “real” Coran before they fall over themselves to tell him an insane story of a robot and an air vent developing their own minds to try to kill them.

  • Keith and Lance moving into rooms next to each other

Not sure if they could choose the rooms or of they got them assigned, but judging from the similar layout we’ve seen they probably chose to move into rooms next to each other. Also them discovering for the first time that the rooms are not soundproof. Lance could hear Keith and Coran talking in front of his door. Maybe that’s why he sleeps with headphones on? So that he doesn’t disturb Keith in the room next to him??

  • Keith and Lance discovering the fighting drones for the first time

They had everything perfectly under control when they appeared on screen for the first time with the drones. Shiro had a drone of his own-

-but for some reason only Keith and Lance worked together. That speaks from excessive training on their part…………. most likely one-on-one training with just the two of them.

  • coming up with the plan to scale the elevator walls

Listen listen this sounds so much like joined effort. Keith is probably the one that discovered the hatch to open the elevator but then just stood there like “well we’re fucked we can’t climb these walls” and Lance immediately went “ACTUALLY—”. Also the few minutes of silence/awkward dialogue in absolute darkness that leads to them discovering the hatch in the first place.

  • how did they get back out of the swimming pool room

THE ROOM DOESN’T SEEM TO HAVE ANY DOORS AND EVEN IF IT HAD ONE IT WOULD LEAD TO THE BROKEN ELEVATOR HOW DID THEY GET OUT OF THERE DID THEY CATAPULT THEMSELVES OUT OF THE WATER AND BACK INTO THE AIR VENT AND THEN BACK-TO-BACK CLIMBED ALL THE WAY TO THE NEXT AIR VENT EXIT????


Listen,,,,,,, there are so many klance moments that we missed out on,,,,,,,,,,,,,, it’s not fair I want them all,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

For a while, you were my every poem. I knew I couldn’t draw, so I tried to write you down instead. I don’t think any of those pieces did you justice. No metaphors or similes I could pen could actually encompass what it was like to experience you. I wonder if you ever came across any of them, if you smiled or laughed or maybe even cried, depending on the content. They weren’t always happy pieces. I never did feel right seeing a sunset without you. Your voice was the only song I would never think of skipping if given the option, so when I was no longer allowed to hear it, I longed for it. I guess that’s how it goes when someone you love leaves. You wish you loved them harder and held onto them tighter when you had the chance, as if somehow the fault is in the strength of your muscles. Some would say that Shakespeare got it wrong, that the fault really is in our stars, that they just weren’t meant to be. I don’t know what to say about us. Maybe fate had something to do with it, but what about free will? You didn’t have to go. You could’ve stayed, we could’ve tried to make things work, but you decided to walk away anyway. How could I blame the stars for that?
—  maxwelldpoetry | The fault in ourselves.

I miss summer and all my friends from work.

Im so glad I’ll be back again

Here are my thoughts on the bullshit

Klance literally isn’t dead djsjsksma

Listen I know it’s super easy to jump to the worst possible conclusion and I get that fr I was like 👀 when I first heard it but listening back now like

All they said was that Keith n Lance have a natural progression that’s already been written out and it isn’t like what the fans think. Which was 100% expected from the very beginning.

They also said that they didn’t want fans to jump to ‘its baiting’ and that’s fine!

At this point it’s time to really think about the fact that, Voltron isn’t a show about romance! And in the end it’s very possible that no ship will have ever become canon! and that’s cool!

But go back, watch those episodes, watch their progression from rivals to two people who respect and care for eachother

Watch the bonding moment scene. Watch the scene where Keith yells and pouts because Lance isn’t out of the cryopod fast enough for his taste. Watch the scene shortly after in which Keith’s voice cracks as he insists that him and Lance had a bonding moment, that he cradled him in his arms! Watch the faces Keith makes once he gets lances lion back for him and is talking to him over the mic. Watch the elevator scene. Watch the scene in which Keith saves lances life by freeing him from the airlock and pulling him to safety. Count every time they make fond expressions when talking to/about eachother. Space ranger partners. Sharp work samurai heh like that that’s actually a better plan I’ve got you thank you Keith I’d recognize that mullet anywhere I thought we bonded h e y m a n

We’ve got all that. They didn’t say it wouldn’t happen and they didn’t say it would
They aren’t allowed to say if it will or if it won’t

In my onion, they have been written as a romance from the start and now that they’ve made those comments abt how compatible they are, they had to tone it down a bit to leave it more open to interpretation and tbh that’s a smart move

at least it’s not as bad as having your ship being called brothers all the time by the head writers god can u imagine?

Don’t lose hope my lil gays it’s gonna b alright

SKAM 4.03 Clip 2 - Congratulations On The Bus

[300 000 kr - Apply on financialaid.no today]
[I’m hurt because you never replied to my meme]
[The kids around you are hurt because you’re chatting during work hours]
[Hah! I’m free on Mondays. You thought you were smart now
How’s the russ bus?]
[It’s going great if you tell me how to earn 300 000 kr fast]
SARA: Hi! We heard you got the bus. Congratulations.
SANA: Thanks.
SARA: And we’re wondering about something…
INGRID: Would you maybe want to join us?
SARA: Yeah, we just thought because you’re 5 and we’re 20 and the bus has 25 seats, so we thought maybe it could be a match? And we know we maybe haven’t been the world’s best friends, but we don’t really know why.
SANA: Because you called Vilde a slut at Borkis’s pregame in October 2015.
SARA: Oh, I had completely forgotten about that, but I apologize.
SANA: We’ll join on two conditions.
SARA: Okay?
SANA: You pay for the bus, and I become the bus boss.
SARA: Uh… We have to discuss that with the girls…
SANA: Either we make a deal now, or there’s not going to be a bus.
SARA: Yeah. Okay. Uh, we’re in then.
SANA: Good! Tell me the names of all the people on the bus and I’ll invite you to a bus meeting.
SARA: Okay…
VILDE: What did they want? Have you talked to them?
SANA: I have news. Where is Chris?
EVA: In Berlin. What’s up?
SANA: We have joined forces with the Pepsi-Max squad.
EVA: Are you kidding?  
VILDE: What does that mean?
SANA: It means they pay for the bus and I become the bus boss.
VILDE: Why do you get to be bus boss?
NOORA: Do you mean we’re joining with Pepsi-Max?
SANA: Either we join with the Pepsi-Max squad, or there won’t be a bus. So we have to have a bus meeting this week. Eva, can you host?
EVA: I can’t host again, like ever.
SANA: Noora, the kollektiv?
NOORA: Those girls are not coming into my apartment.
SANA: Vilde?
VILDE: No, uhh… Mom is…
SANA: Your mom is not having a wine tasting party, Vilde.
VILDE: Why can’t you host for once?

Dear Voltron Multishippers

Thanks to Season 3, we now have a Shiro for each Paladin! No more ship wars, just Shiro being loved and getting to love the rest of team equally.

Now all we need to do is decide which Shiro gets to be with which Paladin. I’ll give us some examples, but feel free to change it up.

Original Shiro with Keith

Keith called dibs the second he showed up in Episode 1. You can’t fight dibs.

Next up we got: Sven with Lance

He took a bullet for Lance. If that’s not shipping material, I don’t know what is.

My next suggestion is: Hunk and Kuron

This man has suffered enough, let’s give him a boyfriend who’ll make sure he eats three meals a day and get plenty of rest.

And finally: Pidge and Kuro

These two would be the ultimate power couple who took the universe back from Zarkon and Haggar only to rule it themselves.

There, my work is done.

Now, someone else come up with the ship names, please? I’ve only managed to think of shitty ones like Pidro and Huron.

She’s Just Not That Into You » Part III (A Harry Styles Miniseries)

Miss the previous parts? Part One » Part Two

As always, this miniseries is dedicated to @stylesunchained. Thank you so much for reading the first two parts!  I hope part three is just as enjoyable for you all.

Let me know what you think! Happy reading.

Originally posted by glamour-divine

Although Harry had been disappointed to not receive your personal phone number, he still called “Megan” the next day to set up an appointment to see you. The earliest you can see him for a consulting appointment is in two weeks, and when Megan breaks the news to him, he nearly chokes on his morning tea.

Two weeks?

There wasn’t a logical way to see you sooner. There wasn’t a way to spin it in order for him to pop into your shop, especially considering he still had to sign the final papers to make the house his. How could he explain to you that he hadn’t quite sealed the deal yet, so you’d be decorating a completely hypothetical space? He’d already felt like an idiot in front of you, getting caught snooping around your bookshelves, and he wasn’t too keen on feeling like that around you anytime soon.

So, he waits.

He busies himself with packing up the items he knew he wouldn’t need: small, decorative sculptures, a majority of his books, the picture frames that littered nearly every spare surface of his home, his summer clothing that he knew would be completely unnecessary for at least five more months. Once he gets news that the final papers are ready to sign and the house is his, he cleans every nook and cranny of his current house, figuring it might as well be good to spruce it up for the new owners. He meets old friends for lunch, he takes his mother out for dinner, and he begs his sister to come over for a movie night.

And, of course, he reads. He reads the book you spoke so highly of, immersing himself within the worlds of each character, wondering which one you connected with most. Did you cry at the same parts he did? Did you have the same pit in your stomach that he experienced whenever the subject matter turned particularly dark? He needed to know what happened next, reading late into the night, promising himself he would go to bed after he finished the page he was on, but knowing he wouldn’t stop until he could no longer open his eyes.

The two weeks pass, but they feel more like a month and a half than they do a fortnight.

When the day of the meeting comes around, he peeks into the storefront, smiling at your name on the door. He meanders around your shop after checking in with Megan. She nods when he states his presence - a meek little thing with big brown eyes and a nervous giggle - and notifies you that “Mr. Styles is here,” via the bulky black telephone on her desk. He can feel the girl’s eyes on him as he walks around, recognizing some of the pieces from your website.

“Hi!” your voice echoes from behind him, your heels clicking against the concrete floor.

Harry turns around, fully expecting a normal salutation to escape his lips, but instead, his voice catches in his throat. You’re wholly professional, the version of yourself he saw in the magazine shoots. Cropped black pants with pointed-toe heels, a blazer rolled up to your elbows.

You look like you run the place - which, of course you do.

“How are you?” you ask before kissing his cheek and bringing him in for a hug.

That’s a bit better, he thinks to himself, remembering how previously, you’d greeted Nick more lovingly than you had Harry.

“Good, good,” he takes a step back from you, hoping your perfume had transferred onto him so he could smell you on him later - so he could pretend that reality wasn’t against him and that your scent was stuck to him for reasons other than a professional greeting. “Yourself?”

“Excited!” you clap your hands together. “Before we go back, let’s walk around a bit so you can get a sense of where I’m coming from, design-wise.”

He nods, pretending not to have already extensively researched “where you’re coming from,” and follows you until you stop in front of the mock room setups, pointing out some of your favorite pieces.

“Marble is really in,” you explain, tapping a stone coffee table. “But I try not to overdo it. If you like the look of marble - if you like this exact table, even - this would be the only marble piece I’d choose for whatever room.”

Taking his chin between his thumb and forefinger, Harry nods, inspecting the table and picturing it in his new living room. He likes it. Come to think of it, he liked everything. And it wasn’t just to appease you - there was no reason to like a chair just because you liked it - but he could envision nearly every piece in his new home.

“Just got these lamps in,” you turn one on. “I’m obsessed with them. Might snag them for myself,” you smile, clicking the remaining lamp on.

“How often does that ‘appen?” Harry smirks, raising an eyebrow.

“More often than it should,” you laugh. “I’m on this kick of deep greens, navy blue, and gold. Realize it’s not everyone’s cuppa tea, but if you see anything you like, there will almost always be different colors available,” you fluff a throw pillow, adjusting its position next to another.

Harry nods, imagining what his new place would look like decorated with a darker color scheme. He’d never been one for bold rooms - white was his go-to, with him being more concerned about how comfortable the furniture was instead of the color of the walls. You’d done Nick’s living room in bold, dark colors, and Harry loved it. It was his home, he’d told Harry. It wasn’t just a place he stayed and passed the time until he found somewhere else to live. It somehow felt right, even in the summertime, which Harry had initially worried about after seeing it for the first time. The home had Nick Grimshaw written all over it, and Harry was envious of how easily his best friend’s personality was packaged within every room.

He’d wanted that for himself, and you would be the one to give that to him.

He relishes in watching you work the room. You’re completely in your element, answering a couple of questions from Megan when the girl timidly approaches, letting her know that she was free to take lunch just as soon as your meeting with Harry wrapped up. You thank a middle-aged man for his order when he stops in to retrieve a rug, running to hold the door open for him as he heaves the rolled-up carpet over his shoulder. You make a joke with him as he leaves, winking at him with a smile and a wave of your hand.

Were you always this beautiful, or had Harry neglected to see how effortless your charm was?

No, that couldn’t have been the case. He’d noticed right from the second he laid eyes on you that you were something special; something different.

You lead him to the back of the expansive store, asking him questions about his current living space, wondering what pieces of furniture he wanted to keep and which he wanted to ditch.

“Oh my gosh!” you stop abruptly in the doorway to your office, clutching Harry’s shoulder as your eyes widen. “I didn’t even ask you if you wanted anything to drink! Water, coffee, tea?” you shuffle to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room, opening it and then closing it again. “I’m sorry. So sorry. I jump the gun sometimes. Get excited over the idea of a new space to transform and all that,” you laugh, rolling your eyes at yourself.

“Water would be great, thanks,” Harry smiles. He tries not to touch a hand to where you’d touched his shoulder, but he was worried you’d burned a hole through his shirt, what with how hot the area felt to him now.

He notices the familiar smell when he walks into your office, nodding his head when he sees that you’ve got yet another Diptyque candle burning on top of a filing cabinet - he can tell it’s pomegranate without even reading the label. He inspects the decor, loving the juxtaposition of clean lines set against rustic elements which make the room feel comforting and clean.

You pull out a chair with brightly colored fabric across the cushions, offering it to Harry before placing a bottle of water in front of him and walking to the opposite side of your desk.

“Okay,” you wake your computer up, scooting your chair closer to the screen. “I normally take clients through my portfolio so they can see the spaces I’ve completed, before and after I’ve gotten my hands on them.” You adjust the large monitor so Harry can view the screen as well. “Does that sound alright?”

“Of course,” he rubs his hands on his knees. “Whatever you normally do.”

You click on a file, asking Harry if he could see the screen properly. You show him your bigger projects - cafes and restaurants, along with office buildings - as well as clients who had hired you to renovate their houses. You mention how you tend to be inspired by patterns and colors, along with custom fabric you use to reupholster vintage, antique furniture.

“Do you reupholster them yourself?” he asks.

“The smaller pieces, yeah,” you nod, taking a sip from the cup of tea in front of you. “Like that chair you’re sitting on. I usually spend my free time refurbishing the pieces I find. I’ve done chairs, side tables, desks - all that,” you go on, clicking open a picture of one of your completed pieces. “Stopped doing the big stuff when my schedule got busier. Now, I work with a father-and-son team and they do the couches and loveseats,” you click again, a picture of you and two men sitting on a couch in what seems to be a workshop. “There we are,” you chuckle, quickly moving on to the next picture.

Harry knows that he can’t ask you to go back - what would you think of him if he’d insisted upon you showing him the picture again, just so he could see the way your legs crossed one over the other at the knee; how you smiled so easily, your eyes bright and your arms wrapped around the shoulders of both men. You were happy - genuinely happy - and it was a look you wore well.

“So which pieces from your current place do you want to keep?” you ask, meeting Harry’s eyes when he looks up from his lap. “If any…”

“Thinkin’ maybe,” he pulls at his bottom lip. “I’d wanna start fresh? To keep consistent?”

“Perfect,” you nod, minimizing your portfolio and bringing up a calendar. “Okay then,” you begin, moving the monitor back to its original position. “I’ll need to see your new place before I do any work-ups for you. Is there a time this week I can come and see the space?”

Harry’s heart jumps at the thought, even though your intent is purely professional.

You’d said the words, though.

You wanted to come over to his house. To his place. To his home.

“All I ‘ave is time,” he smiles. “So whatever works for you.”

Two days later, Harry finds himself waiting for you at his new property, the wintery London rain keeping him indoors as he paces back and forth in front of the large window overlooking the drive. It was just like London to rain on such a day - a day that should’ve been filled with bright sun to match the occasion - but he was used to the drizzle, no matter how much he didn’t agree with it.

His phone rings, the vibration in his back pocket causing him to jump. An unknown number flashes on the screen, and when he picks up, he’s surprised to hear your voice on the other line.

“So sorry, Harry!” your plea causes him to smile. You sound different on the phone - your voice is less smooth, but he lets the sound of it was over him, regardless. “I promise I haven’t stood you up! My shoot on the other end of town ran long, but I swear ‘m on my way! The GPS says ten minutes.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he chuckles. “I’ll be here. Drive safe, alright?”

You say you will and apologize again before hanging up. He grins as he looks out the window, biting his lower lip and furthering the dimples in his cheeks.

You’ve got his number saved in your phone.

He’s got your number now.

Whether it was your business phone or your personal phone didn’t matter. He had a direct line to you, and you to him. Knowing that he’d most likely never use it for reasons other than strictly professional, he felt nearly giddy as he saved your number, creating a new contact for you.

When you arrive, he’s surprised to see that it’s in a van with your logo on the side. Why - based on everything he knows about you thus far - is that the thing to make him hard? And why does his stomach flip so dramatically when he sees you step out of the driver’s seat, dressed in a worn-in flannel and jeans with paint splatters on them? You shuffle quickly over to the passenger’s side, shielding your eyes from the rain. When you emerge into sight again, you’ve got your arms full of materials like folders, tape measures, and a ruler. You laugh as you run up to the front door, shielding your papers beneath your plaid shirt.

How was Harry supposed to make it through the afternoon without a full-on stiffy with you looking like that?

“Hi,” he smiles when he opens the door, the security system beeping throughout the empty house.

“Hi!” you jump into the foyer, trying to catch your breath. “I’m so sorry - I hate being late!”

“Not a problem,” Harry assures you, noticing the pencil tucked behind your ear.

“And I’m sorry for looking suck a mess,” you peel your boots off with one hand, clutching your supplies close to your chest with the other. “Just set up a shoot and didn’t want to be even later in the name of looking presentable.”

Harry looks down at his hoodie and torn jeans, his hair flopping down onto his forehead, “Look more presentable than I do,” he chuckles.

You scoff, placing your boots neatly together, just as Harry did at your flat. He smiles at the unnecessary gesture, appreciative that you didn’t even bother ask whether or not he’d prefer you take your shoes off. Not that he’d have a problem either way - you could traipse mud and leaves all over his new home and he’d thank you for it.

“‘ve got the measurements and whatnot,” he explains as the two of you walk into the kitchen. “The original contractor has the blueprints and sent them over so we’d ‘ave ‘em.”

“Great,” you nod, inspecting the cabinetry from afar. “Think today’ll just be me scoping out the rooms, taking some measurements just to double-check,” you run your hands through your hair after setting down your armful of materials onto the counter. “Not that I don’t trust the contractor’s numbers. I’ve got my own system, though. Years of doing this makes me a creature of habit,” you smirk, flipping open a folder labeled STYLES, H. in bold letters. His heart jumps, thinking that you could’ve been the one to write it. “Wanna help me measure?”

“Of course,” he nods - maybe a bit too eagerly - as you reach for your tape measure and clip it onto the back pocket of your jeans.

The two of you walk through the empty house in your socked feet, Harry remaining quiet until you say something. You inspect each room, writing down how many windows are in each, commenting on where some crown molding will need to be replaced, recommending that the carpet be taken up and replaced with real hardwood to give it a more modern feel.

“Which colors are we thinking so far?” you inquire, unclipping the tape measure. Pulling out the free edge, you hand it to Harry, your fingertips touching his while you cock your head to the other side of the room with a smile. He’s frozen for a moment, willing you to reach out and grace your hand over his once more, but he’s snapped out of it by you walking away from him. He follows your lead, walking to the opposite wall from the one you’re standing against, holding the bulky measure down against the floorboard.

“Like the thought of a dark blue for this room,” he looks around, squatting on one knee when he reaches the wall. “Cozy livin’ room ‘n all that.”

“Good, good,” you grin. “Don’t want you to be swayed by my own likes and dislikes, but I promise you it’ll look good.” You make a quick chart with the ruler you’ve brought on the inside flap of the manila folder, muttering something about always needing to have straight lines, no matter if it was written in on an official document or the inside of a folder. It makes Harry smile, the admission of your quirk. “And if not, we can always change it. Paint is easy to change.”

“Don’t think’ll want t’ change it,” Harry assures, walking slowly backwards with the free end of the tape between his fingertips, crouching down once you’ve met him to measure the width of the room. “Whatever you’ve shown me so far, I’ve loved.”

You peek up through the hair that’s fallen down into your eyes as you scribble more numbers onto the folder, smiling at him in a way he forces himself to remember. His heart pounds in his chest - so much so that he hopes you can’t hear it - and he finds it difficult to swallow the lump that’s housed in his throat.

You work easily together as walk through each room, speaking vaguely about the initial ideas both of you had for the house. You don’t try to sell Harry on one idea or another - you offer a suggestion and if he doesn’t like it, you offer another until he’s comfortable. He feels relaxed, especially once you assure him that nothing is set in stone and that your feelings won’t be hurt if he doesn’t like something you suggest. This is his home, you remind him. It’s all up to him.

“What was the shoot about?” Harry asks as you measure the windows in what will eventually be his bedroom.

“Uneven decorating. Odd numbers look better,” you explain, sniffling slightly. “Always want to have one, three, or five of something, unless it’s like a side table or lamps. But anything on a wall - like framed art or pictures - and table decorations like figurines or candles look best when there’s an odd number of them.”

“You allowed to tell me which publication?” he smirks slyly, leaning up against the wall.

You twist your mouth, trying to conceal a smile. You think on it for a second, tucking your pencil back behind your ear. “Promise not to tell?” you reach out with your pinky, a pseudo-stern look on your face.

“Promise,” Harry links his pinky with yours, trying to conceal his smile by keeping his lips pressed tightly together. How could he say no to a pinky-promise imposed by a gorgeous woman? There were laws against it, he thinks.

“I’m serious!” you scoff, dropping your hand to your side. “I’ll know it was you if you say anything. If you even mention it to anyone - especially Nicholas Grimshaw - I’ll never speak to you again.”

He clears his throat, rubbing his nose twice. He closes his eyes, forcing himself to wear the same stern look you’re sporting. When he opens his eyes, you’re still staring at him intently.

“Swear,” he nods.

“And then you’ve gone and broken a pinky promise, too. Which in my books…” you raise your eyebrows and shake your head with a twitch of your pointer finger in front of you. “It’s HGTV Magazine. From the US.”

“That’s like a major TV channel there, innit?”

“Yeah,” you nod slowly, your eyes widening at the thought. “Now they’ve got magazines. And paint. And furniture. And decor. ‘ve got the market cornered over there. Huge, huge company. Like…massive.”

“And you’ve never been featured in the States, ‘ave you?”

“No,” you nearly whisper.

“That’s a big fuckin’ deal, then!”

“Guess so,” you chuckle, running your hands through your hair. “Thanks for that.”

“Absolutely,” Harry laughs, knocking your shoulder with his knuckles. “Congratulations. It really is a huge deal.”

He knew you were successful, but hearing about how you set up the studio to look like a living room today and would be going back tomorrow in order to get your portrait taken in the room makes him realize just how successful you are. A four-page spread, including an interview on how you’d taken London by storm and your influences would be seen within the American market soon. Their words, not yours, you assured Harry.

As the two of you walk through the rooms on the second floor, he asks how you started within the industry. You explain to him that you went to school to be a financial advisor and specialized in small business accounts. You were a pencil-pusher, you told Harry, and you were stuck in an office all day long. You’d spend your weekends refurbishing antique furniture, finding that you’d had a knack for it. It made you happy - so happy that it was the only thing that got you through the monotony of your work week. Although you loved your clients and always enjoyed the pride that came with their wins, you weren’t especially happy in your job. Something had to change.

After agreeing that all of the light fixtures upstairs would have to be replaced, you went on to talk about how even though you saw how much stress your clients were under running their own businesses, you couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to begin your own business.

“Put my life savings into my first shop,” you flick off the hallway bathroom’s light. “I was eating Ramen nearly every night. Went without electricity in my apartment for a week because I didn’t ‘ave enough money to pay for lights at the store and lights at home,” you laugh. “Feels like such a long time ago…”

You started out selling furniture and other decor items. It was tough, but little by little, you made progress. Eventually, one of your regular customers asked if you were interested in working with her as an interior design consultant for her company. It helped get your name out, and soon you were redesigning spaces for people you could’ve never imagined.

Harry admires how smart and brave you are - he can understand how scary it is to go it alone without knowing the results. He was going through it right now. He was in a more privileged position, sure, but he was still unsure of what the future held, and he could appreciate how much courage it took to start over. It made him look at you in a different light - a light that allowed him to see the struggle you’d gone through, working you way from nothing to one of the best in your field. He’d envied the confidence that you sported when it came to your work and wondered if he, himself, would ever feel that.

Once you’re finished taking down all of the information you need, you follow Harry back downstairs.

“Still raining,” you frown, gathering all of your materials. “Does wonders for the hair.” You pretend to flip it over your shoulders. The natural state of it brought out by the weather makes Harry want you all the more.

“Ye’ look great.”

You tut, rolling your eyes a bit, but thank him nonetheless. “So, ‘ve got to take off,” you state, your body language pulling you back to the foyer. “But I really am so excited to get started on the mockups,” you hop a little. “It’s a beautiful space and we can start from scratch, which is when I have most of my fun.”

“‘m excited too,” Harry smiles.

“‘ll have Megan call you when I’m done with the renderings,” you slip your boots back on. “Should take no longer than a week. So count on next Thursday?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “And congratulations again on the magazine - really is a big deal.”

You tilt your head to the side, all of your features softening. “Thank you, Harry,” you smile coyly. You squeeze him a bit as you hug goodbye, the materials in your arms pressed between the two of you creating a barrier that Harry would rather be without. “I had fun today.”

“I did, too.”

He watches you run to your work van, leaping over a particularly large puddle. He laughs to himself as you struggle with your keys before unlocking the driver’s door, diving into the vehicle with a sigh that he can’t see. He watches as you push your mussed-up hair back, noticing him standing in the front window. You wave with a knowing smile before turning on the engine and backing out of the drive.

It’s that smile - that sly smirk - that pushes Harry over the edge that night.

He didn’t want to touch himself, but he’d been rock hard ever since he saw how beautiful your ass looked in your paint-splattered work jeans as you ran to the car. He didn’t want to defile you in his mind as he stroked himself in the shower, water running down his shoulders and back as he faced away from the spray. He didn’t want to moan your name as his balls tightened, the images of you naked and begging for him littering his mind to the point of no return.

But, he did.

He had to.

Nobody would know - it would be his secret - but if he didn’t jack off to the thought of you, he was sure he’d lose his damn mind.

He pictures you sporting the same upturn of your lips from earlier as you ride him, your flannel from that day still on, yet unbuttoned to reveal your breasts as you grind down against him. You know what you do to him, and your smile tells all. He imagines how beautiful you’d sound as he gripped your hips, slowing your movements to nearly a stop while he pushes up into you, groaning at the gasp you give him in return.

He’d never wanted to be inside someone as much as he wanted to be inside you. He wants to feel your breath against his ear, his name across your lips, your fingertips gripping his shoulders. He wants to know what you taste like - sweet, probably, like the candles you burn. He wants to know how warm you are; how wet he can make you by just the touch of his lips to yours. He wants to hear your moan - feel it vibrate down his cock while he’s in your mouth, that gorgeous pout of yours wrapped around the head of him.

He wants it all, but he can’t have it, so his hand will have to do.

A part of him feels guilty when he cums on the shower wall, his splotchy vision and ringing ears indicating that he gave in too quickly. But, fuck. What was a man supposed to do? You’d smelled so good; your stories never bored him; you were becoming a global success and you’d accepted to work with him.

And your ass? In those jeans?

He was done before he ever began, as far as that was concerned.

He walks out of the shower on shaky legs, a white bath towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he takes his head in his hands and grunts.

“Fuck’r you on, Styles?” he asks himself.

He leans back onto the covers, his feet dangling off the edge of his bed that he’ll soon replace with another one, based upon your recommendation. He falls asleep that way - sleeps deeply, too, his hair wet and his towel coming undone after he shifts slightly in his slumber. It’s a deep sleep, one that doesn’t produce a memory of a dream, and Harry is thankful for that.

He doesn’t think he could take another night of dreaming of you.

Not if he wasn’t able to turn those dreams into a reality so that his mind could stop wandering day in and day out…

Not if he wasn’t able to get what he wanted…

Not if, he knows, he wasn’t able to make you his.

THE ULTIMATE PLOT HOLE AND UNANSWERED QUESTIONS LIST

(Not in any particular order)

1. How are you able to take a photo for the yearbook for a school that you never attended?
2. How are you prom queen for a school that you never attended?
3. So Wilden was a 12 year old cop when Mrs. D payed him off to rule Marion’s death as a suicide? Because lol CeCe and Wilden are the same age.
4. How was Marion alive in a flashback where Alison and Toby are teenagers but yet she was on the rooftop when Charles was 12? Oh no wait never mind it was interpretive. That flashback never happened like everything else in the past seasons.
5. How did CeCe have a roommate when she lived at Radley?
6. Why did Wren make CeCe a visitors pass if she was already a patient at Radley? She was already sneaking out of her room for “story time” with Mona so what the hell did she need the pass for?
7. How was CeCe able to go on a summer trip with the Dilaurentis family to Cape May when she’s suppose to be in Radley? But I guess since you have mental issues and you’re there for your safety and for the safety of others you’re allowed to take the fuck off out of the state and enjoy yourself🤷🏻‍♀️
8. How did Charles transitioned into Charlotte in 3 days? You don’t just leave Radley for a couple of days then come back as a girl with hormones and a perfect body. It takes months and even years to go through that so how did that happen? Marlene doesn’t even know when that happened confirmed in via interview.
9. How did Spencer feel a familiarity with Charles in that vault? Regardless of CeCe being her sister, they barely interacted and they did not have this planned for them to be sisters back then…. so how the fuck?
10. Why would CeCe turn herself in?
11. Why would CeCe send a video of her burying Mrs. D when she loved her and Alison? Also Mary never confirmed she sent that video also Marlene confirmed in via interview that CeCe buried Mrs. D but yet Peter said that Mary killed her and buried her? Plot hole.
12. Out of all the girls, why would CeCe give 30,000 dollars to Hanna for college? Why not Alison or Spencer for that matter since she already fucking knew that Spencer was her sister since she met fucking Alex?
13. What does Sara Harvey have against Hanna since she was burning her head on the doll?
14. What was the point of Bethany Young? Why did Jessica tell her to call her “Aunt Jessie”? Why was the fact that she took Bethany fucking horseback riding never explained? Who are her parents? Why was she a big deal on this show? Or why wasn’t the drawings never explained?
15. Since CeCe always wanted to be girl all her life, why would she go back and dress as a dude in a tuxedo at the dollhouse? You can say it was Noel how many times you want to but it was never confirmed that it was him.
16. Why are the 5 girls irrelevant to the storyline? In the finale it was all about Spencer and Alex didn’t mention one thing about Alison. So Alison is basically irrelevant to Alex and Alex doesn’t give a shit about her when the SHOW IS ABOUT ALISON??? The girls are basically irrelevant to every motive every A on this show has ever had. So basically they’re making it seem like these girls became friends with the wrong people. It wasn’t Spencer’s fault that she got a good life. Alex SHOULD’VE TAKEN IT OUT ON HER MOTHER THAT SOLD HER. I will argue that the motives of every A were shit until the death.
17. Why wasn’t the night of Alison’s disappearance ever brought up again? Wasn’t that the main plot of the fucking show? But no it was interpretive it never happened.
18. Since Alex loved Aria so much, why would she try to ruin her wedding day?
19. Why the fuck would Jason see Bethany that night when he doesn’t know what she looks like? Why was CeCe wearing a yellow top that night?
20. When Jessica is about to smash Alison’s fingers in the piano, why would she come and say that Radley called her saying CeCe Drake was there pretending to be Alison when she was already a patient there? JESSICA CONFIRMED THAT SHE CONSIDERED CHARLES AS HER SON TO MARY. So it doesn’t matter if she was Mary’s daughter. Plot hole.
21. Why would CeCe date her own cousin when she can just be friends with him? That’s just disturbing.
22. How was CeCe able to work at a boutique when she’s suppose to be at Radley? Apparently she had get out of Radley free card. So they’re just going to let people in an institution work retail which can be the most stressful job…. but I guess you go for it.
23. How is CeCe running a fashion show when she’s suppose to be at Radley?
24. How was Melissa able to call CeCe and tell her to go visit Mona when she was already a patient there?
25. Wren and CeCe’s roommate both said that Alison got CeCe kicked out of college by pushing that girl down the stairs at the frat party, but yet we were told in 7x08 that Noel pushed the girl down the stairs IN A DREAM SEQUENCE but no it was confirmed by Bryan Holdman that it was true. So who the hell pushed the girl down the stairs?
26. How was CeCe partying it up with the Kahn’s on the weekends if she was suppose to be at Radley?
27. What was the point of the puzzle piece from the game board?
28. What the hell was the point of the Melissa mask?
29. What was the purpose of Ali and Bethany being pen pals?
30. What purpose did Sara Harvey serve and why make her both Red Coat and Black Widow? To torture them when she has never met them before for money? She obviously has some anger towards them so what the hell??? Where did CeCe find her?
31. Why was Mary at the blind school in 7x10? She didn’t know that Alex was AD by that time?
32. What was the significance of that Amish girl?
33. So what was Pastor Ted’s relevance? Just to bring an irrelevant character back to make him CeCe’s father? What?
34. What happened to the Cape May storyline?
35. Why would Alex take Wren’s sperm to impregnate Alison if she loved him so much? Why would you want your boyfriend to have a baby with someone else?
36. Why recruit Mona on your team if she killed CeCe? Wasn’t that your whole purpose for doing this? Finding out who killed CeCe?
37. Where was Rollins taking Alison in 7x03?
38. What was the point of all the Alison masks?
39. What’s the significance of 214? It comes up everywhere.
40. Why didn’t Mrs. D show any emotion to CeCe being arrested? She just glared at her. Again, Mrs. D considered CeCe as her daughter.
41. Who was the blond girl in the window of Alison’s bedroom in 1x01?
42. When and where did CeCe and Sara meet?
43. Why did Sara help CeCe and what were her motives?
44. Marlene confirmed in via interview that Ian killed himself, okay why?
45. What was Alison talking about in 4x24 that she saw Ian walk out of the church after pushing him off? I recall Ian looking colorless on that rope….
46. Who was the person in 5x03 that was behind the glass with Mona while Hanna is getting her hair done?
47. Who was the person in the black cap talking to Melissa on the security footage in 5x07?
48. Why would CeCe frame her sister for murder if she loved her so much?
49. What was the point of the NAT club? What were on the videos that can bring everybody down?
50. Why would CeCe toss her fucking brother down an elevator shaft? “Oh Charlotte was angry.” Confirmed in via interview. um okay we need better answers than that marlene….
51. Who was the blond girl at the reptile place in 4x20? With our luck they’re probably going to say it was Sara…
52. Who exactly knew that Alison was alive? Because it seemed like a lot of people knew….
53. Who dug up Alison’s grave? Who exactly was there that night? You could say it was CeCe but it never came out of her mouth that she did it.
54. How did Maya die? Why didn’t we get any closure? Lyndon was the one who supposedly killed her but yet he had no relevance to the story… and he didn’t even confirm that he killed her. “What do you think?” Isn’t confirmation.
55. Was Melissa really the other queen of hearts? We didn’t see her. And that was never mentioned again.
56. Who gave Ali the bloody lip? “Girls fight much dirtier than boys” well???
57. Why was Noel helping CeCe in the dollhouse? What did CeCe have on him?
58. What did Alison have on Noel?
59. What is Melissa’s significance to the story? Why did Melissa take that photo of Wilden, Alison, and CeCe on the boat at cape may? Again why was Cape May never mentioned again?
60. Why didn’t Eddie and Wren not like each other that much? “The minute that guy got here it wasn’t for the right reasons.” well what the fuck. The tension between them was never fucking explained.
61. Who did Mona, Jenna, and Sydney meet at the park in 5x05?
62. Who was Wren talking to on the phone in 4x10?
63. Was Bethany really the one who was writing to Alison or was it it CeCe? And AGAIN WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WITH BETHANY YOUNG?
64. Marlene said black widow was Endgame so is Sara Harvey endgame? You could’ve taken the easy way out and make Alex black widow but no.
65. Why did Melissa want the NAT club videos so bad? Again this was never brought up again.
66. WHAT HAPPENED TO VARJACK?
67. What happened to Cyrus?
68. Why were 3 people wearing yellow tops that night? Again, that night was never brought up again and that’s the reason this whole show started.
69. What did Maya know? That Nate was in town? Because Nate isn’t relevant to the story. And why add Maya’s niece when she had nothing to do with anything?
70. Why did Jason have a stab wound on his side?
71. Who did Aria stab with the screwdriver?
72. Marlene confirmed in via interview that Wilden was acting alone but yet we heard two voices talking?
73. Who did Spencer hear scream in 1x01?
74. Who was the person in the black hoodie that Mona gave the pills to in 3x13?
75. Who hit Toby over the head that night and planted that lighter?
76. Jenna said that Wilden saw Alison that night, how come Alison never mentioned this when she came back? Was Jenna lying? Again wee heard nothing else of the night Ali disappeared.
77. Why were Melissa and Ian in such a rush to get married? What did they need the alibi for?
78. What blond girl was Dr. Palmer talking about? Why was this never mentioned again?
79. Why are there two different versions of the kissing rock video? What was the point of showing that in 7x19? How did Alex even get that?
80. Who the fuck is Dr. Sullivan’s son? Mona was apparently threatening him in 2x25.
81. Why was Andrew being adopted brought up in the first place if it’s just going to be dropped?
82. Why were Jenna and Shana afraid of Melissa? Why was this never mentioned again?
83. What did Jenna give Shana at the park in 2x24? “You know what you have to do.” What did she have to do?
84. Who did Jason give the 50,000 dollars to? And what kind of information did they give him in order for him to give them the money?
85. Why did Mona tell Wren “that’s before I knew where your loyalties lie.”?
86. Who attacked Alison on Halloween? We were led to believe that it was Lucas but it was never confirmed.
87. Who opened the door to that creepy house in 2x13? And why was there a radley car outside of the house?
88. What was the significance of the ghost girl and how come only Ashley saw her?
89. Who was the person in the redcoat Wren was coloring in?
90. What led Ezra to believe that Mrs. D was A?
91. What happened at Ali’s house when Alison came over to Spencer’s house crying?
92. Who was that little boy at the doll shop referring to when he said “a man and woman with dark hair.”?
93. Why did Mike have 18,000 dollars in his bank account?
94. So Shana’s death was just forgotten about? Will anybody ever find out about it?
95. Where was Jason when he was suppose to be at rehab?
96. Did Cyrus really cut Alison’s leg? And if not where did it come from?
97. Why would Alison take pictures of Aria while sleeping?
98. Why did Melissa and Alison have masks made of themselves?
99. Who did Alison get in the car with outside of hectors?
100. Why did Alison need money from hector so bad?
101. What did the lawyer in 5x22 tell Ezra? He basically said that “If you don’t tell me then you can tell the police.” but yet he came out and said he wouldn’t tell him anything? What?
102. Who set up the A extravaganza bullshit at the park in 5x01?
103. Who was the guy that knew Emily’s name?
104. What was up with the bloody bandages in Jason’s trash?
105. Why was Holbrook kissing Alison at the ice ball?
106. Why was CeCe on Ezra’s payroll?
107. Why was CeCe eavesdropping on Aria and Ezra in 4x11? Yeah she’s A but for what purpose was she eavesdropping on them for?
108. What the fuck happened to Pepe and Tippy?
109. Why was Alison blackmailing people for money if she wasn’t planning on running away?
110. Who was Ali’s friends boyfriend that pulled the gun on her?
111. How is CeCe hanging out at a pub where Ezra and Ali met if she was suppose to be at radley?
112. What was Grunwald talking about when she said “Each one hated the other because each one feared the other because each one knew something about the other.”?
113. Who was hiding upstairs in the dilaurentis house?
114. Who was living under the crawlspace at the dilaurentis house? Was it Sara or CeCe?
115. Who was Bethany talking about on the tapes?
116. Why are there quotation marks around the word “Dr.” Kingston on the police board?
117. How did Alison’s ‘Jenna Thing’ bracelet get on Bethany’s body if she left it with Mona at the Lost Woods Resort?
118. What is the ‘plan’ Bethany is talking about on the tape?
119. Was the story Mona told Spencer about her seeing Alison as Vivian in Brookhaven in 2x25 true? Or did she just make it up? If it was true, who was Alison watching?
120. What was on page 5 of Alison’s autopsy report?
121. Who took the photo of Alison and the Liars in 4x13 that was given to Holbrook?
122. Who took the photograph of Alison with Spencer’s shadow in the background the night she disappeared?
123. Is Alison’s ghost story about the twins real? If so, who are the twins? 
Why would CeCe let the Liars think Ali was A? She said she was mad at the liars for being glad that Ali was dead, but she actively let them hate her.
124. Why did Bethany have Melissa’s riding helmet?
125. Why did Melissa say she saw Toby in London when she didn’t?
126. Why did Wren misspell the word “diagnosis”?
127. How did Wren know what Melissa and Spencer were talking about in 1x01 if he was in the barn and wasn’t present? Eavesdropping?
128. How did the moms get out of the basement?
129. Why was Alison threatening Spencer to tell Melissa the truth about Ian? She worded it as almost if someone else was going to plan on telling Melissa.. and why does it matter to Alison?
130. “Once she finds out the truth about you she’ll hate you.” What’s the truth about Toby?
131. Why was Toby in the girls locker room when Emily and Ben were in there?
132. Since the girls were blocking all unknown numbers, why was Wren’s number blocked when Wren tried calling Spencer? Wouldn’t Wren’s contact information be on Spencer’s phone since she tried to get in contact with him to tell Melissa the truth?
133. Why was Wren pretending to be drunk when he broke into Spencer’s house?
134. Who recorded Wren and Spencer and what happened to it?
135. How did Toby become a cop in 3 days?
136. Who was the fortune teller talking about when she said “There’s darkness in him maybe even violence or vengeance.”? She could’ve been talking about anyone….
137. Why wasn’t Ian shocked to see Alison when she pushed him off the bell tower? He’s like “What are you doing here?” Did Ian know she was alive?
138. Mona sent a text saying “Thanks for getting Toby out of my way.” What the fuck was Toby in her way for?
139. Why weren’t Ali’s parents at the memorial service?
140. When Ian and Melissa went on their honeymoon they send a picture and Spencer says “isn’t that outside of dads office?” And Veronica says “Oh it doesn’t where they are when they’re in love.” so where did they go on their fucking honeymoon?
141. When exactly did Melissa loose her baby? Was Ian really the father?
142. Why did Mrs. D hire a PI if she didn’t want anyone to find out who hit Alison and that she buried her?
143. How did Toby’s sweater get back in his house?
144. Ian said “I’m doing this because I love your sister.” when trying to push Spencer off the bell tower but yet Melissa has been protecting Spencer all this time? So it doesn’t make any sense?
145. How come Mona didn’t know who pushed Ian off of the bell tower? A is suppose to know everything..
146. Who cleared out Mona’s lair the day after she got revealed? CeCe couldn’t have done it.
147. Why didn’t nobody notice that Mona left for awhile to go hit Hanna with the car? Further more, all Hanna saw was Ezra and Aria making out and Noel writing on the back of the window so how did Hanna know “everything” like it was said in that text? She didn’t know shit….
148. Who was Melissa talking to when Byron saw her on the phone where she says “do I have to call 911 to get your attention.”?
149. Charles liked vintage things and this was said by Jessica, but yet why did CeCe have a red convertible car in 3x09 that looked NOTHING like a vintage car? Again why weren’t the plot holes on CeCe cleared up before Marlene did anything else?
150. A has OCD and likes everything neat especially their black hoodies so why did CeCe have her books all over the place in her room at radley? They didn’t seem organized to me….
151. Who was the lady in the red dress at the ball in 2x25? The camera kept focusing on her.
152. Who was the person that was wearing the black veil costume in the A mobile lair? Sara Harvey did not have a mask on when she came out of the church and got in the car with CeCe..
153. Who got Wilden’s car out of the lake? Because I recall CeCe being at the lost woods and so was Sara..
154. What did Spencer put in Alison’s casket? We learned about what everyone else put in there except for her.
155. What’s with all the apple references?
156. Who was the person in the greenhouse that attacked Emily? If it was Mona, then how would she have thrown Emily across the greenhouse if Emily is bigger than her?
157. Who set the fire at Jason’s when Hanna pulled out Jenna? Never confirmed if it was Mona.
158. Why was (supposedly) CeCe stroking herself on the computer screen in the Halloween store? (Was in Pretty Dirty Secrets)
159. Marlene confirmed on twitter that the bag Ian gave Jenna in season one had her flute in it….. why was Ian giving Jenna her flute? Why did he have it?
160. Who was Jason talking to on the phone in Pretty Dirty Secrets?
161. What the fuck happened to Meredith? We never heard from her again.
162. Who was the beach hottie? (Never confirmed but Marlene said she “thought” it was Wilden in an interview but I’m not taking that as confirmation when she doesn’t remember shit)
163. Who was the person in the redcoat at the Halloween store in Pretty Dirty Secrets?
164. Why was Jason staring at Lucas when they were on the Halloween train? Was it like a group thing to push Aria off? Like what the fuck.
165. Who was taking pictures for Ezra’s research?
166. Who smashed Connor’s car?
167. Were Alison’s visits to Spencer and Aria real?
168. What was the “prior engagement” Alison had to go to after leaving Emily’s house the day she disappeared?
169. How did Ali get Jason cut from their grandma’s will?
170. Why did Garret want to keep Spencer safe?
171. What else was in Ezra’s “research” boxes?
172. Why did Jenna wanna become friends with CeCe if she tried to drown her?
173. Why did Eddie Lamb recognize Aria?
174. Is Ezra really board shorts? That was never confirmed.
175. Who gave Emily the massage? Because according to Lucas, he didn’t start working for Mona until the ball in 2x25.
176. What was purpose of “Walking After Midnight”?
177. How did Mona end up in possession of Toby’s sweater, considering Alison did not have the sweater when Mona took Alison to the Lost Woods Resort that night?
178. Whose blood was on Toby’s sweater?
179. When Spencer was a person of interest in Alison’s murder, Veronica appears to trust that Spencer had nothing to do with Alison’s murder. However, in season four, Veronica tells Spencer to forget about that summer because she thought Spencer could have done something to Alison’s disappearance, based on how erratic Spencer was acting that summer. So why wasn’t Veronica more suspicious of Spencer when there was actually incriminating evidence against Spencer?
180. Considering Mona was the only “A” at the time, that would mean she was the one who got the picture of Alison leaving the hospital visiting Hanna. So does this mean that Mona knew Alison was sometimes roaming around Rosewood all the way back in season 1?
181. Who sent Alison the note saying “Your friends will see you soon” while she was in jail?
182. How long had A been planning/building the dollhouse?
183. Why didn’t Mona look shocked seeing Alison walking down the road when she got hit considering Mona thought she killed her? All of a sudden she realized in 6x10 that she killed Bethany? What?
184. Why did Leslie hate Bethany?
185. How does the hockey stick come in to play if Spencer was seen with a shovel and Ali was hit with a rock?
186. Why was Holden at the Kahn parties? What was Holden’s relevance?
187. Did Alison really lure Bethany to her house for Labor Day weekend or was someone contacting Bethany by pretending to be Alison?
188. Why aren’t the girls asking Alison questions or asking Ezra any questions since he’s got a bunch of important shit in his research?
189. Who did Nigel Wright call in New York City?
190. Since Sara Harvey is black veil, why was she delivering flowers to Bethany’s parents?
191. Since Sara Harvey is black veil, why was she delivering flowers to Bethany’s parents?
192. Who was the blond girl Ezra yelled at?
193. What was the original plan between Mona & Red Coat the night of the fire? (“you’re getting what you’ve always wanted”)
194. What was Garrett & Jason’s convo about on Jason’s porch? (Garret: “want to make sure we’re still cool Jason.” - Jason: “What does it matter now, it’s over.”)
195. Who’s blood is on Alison’s Ankle Bracelet?
196. Since it was “confirmed” in VIA INTERVIEW by Marlene that Shana was on the rooftop, why did it look like a fucking guy?
197. Who actually drugged Emily the night that the grave was dug up? Was it really Lucas?
198. Why were Lucas and Melissa told to distract Jenna at the Masquerade ball?
199. If Maya was already supposed to be dead how did she give Jason Ali’s belongings?
200. WHY ISN’T IAN’S SUICIDE BEING INVESTIGATED?
201. Beyond the Maya knew message is there more significants to Mona saying “miss Aria your a killer not Ezra’s wife”?
202. Why was Jenna at the Halloween store in a queen of hearts costume?
203. Why was Noel at the Halloween store fighting with Garret?
204. Other than Ali’s flashback, is there more to the importance of the isle of the dead painting?
205. Why was Toby driving the same car when he was trying to run down Lucas that Cyrus has?
206. What 2 things did Mona not do in season 1?
207. Why was Shana in ravenswood?
208. Why was Ezra’s lair in ravenswood?
209. Which friends cabin was it that ezra and Aria were staying at?
210. What ever happened to Ali’s grandmother and her will?
211. Did Garrett know Ali was alive because he said “people lie medical records don’t”? Or what was he talking about?
212. Where was Alison during those years when we thought she was dead?
213. What was the connection between Maya, Jenna, and Noel?
214. Why was Spencer attacked on the train and by who?
215. Who else was on the Halloween train?
216. Why were Jenna and Sydney dressed like twins?
217. Why did Noel kill Sara?

218. What was the point of the comic book that Charles and Lucas made? What was the significance of that? Just to make Lucas look shady? What??


PLEASE REBLOG THIS IF THERE’S MORE QUESTIONS THAT WEREN’T ANSWERED. NOTHING was answered or explained in the finale except for the stuff about Uber A even though they’re a new character👏🏻

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How Fusion relationships work

“How many Gems are you now?”
“Six! Maybe more … if we meet the right Gem.”

In the episode “Off Colors,” Fluorite makes it clear she’s a relationship of SIX Gems and is open to more. I was joking around trying to think of what her fusion dance would look like if she added another Gem to this relationship, thinking it would be kind of adorable seeing one smaller Gem dancing to fuse with this huge amalgam. But then I wondered about a few things and I collected enough Thinky Thoughts to ramble for a bit.

For a long time before “Super Watermelon Island,” we fans were curious about Alexandrite’s fusion dance. We knew Garnet, as a Fusion herself, prefers to form Fusions with others when she’s already in her Fusion state–as in, she certainly doesn’t split up first to dance with the others one on one when she wants to form Sugilite or Sardonyx. 

We figured hey, maybe it’s easier to synchronize two Gems rather than trying to synchronize three at the same time, and therefore maybe Alexandrite was formed with Pearl and Amethyst fusing into Opal first before dancing with Garnet. 

In “Super Watermelon Island,” we see that’s not so.

Which is not to say that Opal and Garnet COULDN’T decide to fuse that way, but they didn’t in this case. And we can see that if they’re prepared to do it, a three-way synchronization can work without previously synchronizing the components into Fusions.

Fusions can fuse with individuals. With TWO individuals. And individual Gems can of course make Fusions. So basically, it’s free-for-all mix-n-match however the Gems involved are comfortable doing it. 

And I got to wondering what that means for the Fusions themselves. Fusions are relationships. So theoretically, Fusions are the relationships of the component Gems with each other, even in more complicated Fusions like Alexandrite. But essentially, Alexandrite seems like she is the relationship of Amethyst and Pearl with Garnet, not so much the relationship of Amethyst and Pearl and Ruby and Sapphire. If they were to all four fuse in a single fusion dance, they would still make Alexandrite, but Pearl and Amethyst probably don’t HAVE much of a relationship with Ruby or with Sapphire individually. When Pearl first met Garnet in any meaningful way, she was already fused.

So when Pearl makes Sardonyx with Garnet, that relationship is by definition Ruby, Sapphire, and Pearl’s relationship, but practically speaking, it’s a relationship between Pearl and Garnet. Because her relationship with Ruby and Sapphire is nearly always in the context of them as their relationship. As Garnet.

That may seem like a weird point to press on, but stay with me here. 

Garnet probably doesn’t have much of a relationship with Opal as an individual. She has individual relationships with Pearl and with Amethyst, and together their group is Alexandrite. They’re a four-Gem Fusion, but personality-wise, Alexandrite represents Garnet, Pearl, and Amethyst together far more than she represents Ruby, Sapphire, Pearl, and Amethyst together. When they start to fight internally, you certainly hear Garnet’s voice coming out, not the voices of Ruby or Sapphire. (And maybe, aside from the potential spoiler-related reasons, that’s why Alexandrite makes more sense with six arms instead of eight.)

Rebecca Sugar has repeatedly said in interviews that Fusions ARE relationships (though they also obviously have their own opinions that can be in contradiction with their components’ opinions, like Sugilite, and can “feel like one being” like Garnet said in “Keeping It Together”). And she’s also said Fusions are an interesting opportunity to explore who people are TOGETHER–the way humans can be together in a relationship and it changes who they are, how they think, how they function as a unit even though they can never be as much of a single entity as a Fusion is. This has me thinking about Fluorite.

She’s an established six-Gem relationship. I don’t know how they came to the conclusion that they wanted to live together, but Rhodonite’s question “how many Gems are you now?” suggests she’s been adding them steadily–that it wasn’t all at once. Very much like Amethyst and Pearl having a relationship with GARNET far more than with Ruby and/or Sapphire individually, I imagine that Fluorite’s additional Gems beyond the first ones–including potential future additions–would develop a relationship with the Fusion, not so much with her components. They may not even KNOW much about who they are individually because the relationship is that significant. That the relationship changes them so much.

I mean, you’ve probably met people who are in relationships and have been part of that unit since a very long time before you met them. They’ve grown into each other, become comfortable with each other, and developed a collective “we” identity that connects to their family, their living situation, their thresholds of intimacy, their interests–everything. You would have no way to know the individuals in that relationship how they would be if they didn’t have it–just like it’s hard to imagine who someone might be if they weren’t an artist, or weren’t a mother, or weren’t chronically ill, or weren’t the gender or sexuality they are. You can’t pluck one element out of them and then try to re-imagine them around the hole that leaves–not unless that element actually does disappear and they readjust their identity around it. I think our relationships can be like that too–that they affect our identity.

Humans’ relationships aren’t as literally transformative as a relationship that can literally become its own person, but our relationships essentially have lives of their own too. Garnet didn’t describe Fusion to Stevonnie as “an experience” for nothing. Most of us don’t “feel like one being” as part of a relationship, and there are some ways in which that can be unhealthy for us if we repress important parts of ourselves to become subsumed in something we wouldn’t like if we were fully conscious of what we were doing. But in general, it’s not a bad thing to have one’s relationship regarded as an important element of who they are. It’s certainly part of how the outside world thinks of them and treats them.

With someone like Fluorite, I think it would be super interesting to see how a single Gem has a relationship with an existing relationship and becomes a part of it. But even though I think Fluorite, and Garnet, and even in some ways Malachite, can be regarded and treated as individuals while fused–requiring those who have relationships with them to take them as a whole–you would also have to have at least some kind of relationship with that relationship’s members. You’d understand them as a package deal, but you might have different feelings about its members. Steven, for instance, loved Lapis and disliked Jasper, but understood Malachite as someone he needed to fight.

Now here’s the sad thing. Garnet states that she’ll “always exist in” Ruby and Sapphire, and that she embodies their love (even though they can still experience that love when they’re not fused, too). But I imagine that if Garnet were separated for a long time, Steven would miss her a lot. And I can imagine if one of Steven’s guardians decided to, say, form a new Fusion with Fluorite and stay that way, he would miss her too. You can’t have both the single Gem and the perma-Fusion in your life consistently.

Most of us have been there. “Losing” a person to a new relationship and nothing is ever the same with them again. They give themselves to the relationship, they go everywhere together, and you can’t invite one without them bringing the other(s). Sometimes, you probably miss that person and want them back. But when they’re part of the relationship, that’s part of who they are, and even when they’re not with their partner(s), they’re part of that relationship. Sometimes that can feel sad, especially if it means your special relationship with that person had to end, lessen, or significantly change. 

Fusion relationships are very different from ours in a few obvious ways, but they’re not so fundamentally different that we can’t draw the parallels. Sometimes you wish the Fusion wasn’t there because you think the relationship is bad for those involved, like Malachite. If you’re Steven, you want your Lapis back and you want Jasper out of both of your lives. You might try to advise Lapis, you might try to protect her from Jasper, but she’s the one who has to decide what her relationship is. You can only hope she sees reason, or you could lose her in more ways than one.

With loving relationships, like Garnet, you want them to be together. Not necessarily because you like Garnet better than you like Ruby and Sapphire–it’s fun to see them now and then, sure!

But you know they prefer to be together, and that they experience anxiety and pain when they’re apart, and that they’ve chosen a life together where some of their individuality is given up for that closeness. You respect their decision and have a relationship with their relationship.

For humans, our relationships do not literally combine the traits of multiple people into one person that then has its own conscious will. The individuals in the relationship still function, while “the relationship” has no physical manifestation despite its influence being felt in the components. But it still changes the “color” of their lives together and brings the people involved close together to serve many shared goals, just like a Fusion.

So when a hypothetical new Gem does come along and establish a relationship with Fluorite, I think she would dance with her. Not with her components individually, but with her. We know Garnet as Ruby and Sapphire’s relationship–not as Ruby and Sapphire combined, but as the result of that combination. For a fused Gem, the Fusion is the new identity who can now make decisions and have experiences, even though they ARE an experience at the same time. It isn’t the same as individuals deciding to do the same thing. They made the decision to become the thing that decides on its own. And that Fusion, in the reality of their life together, can sometimes decide that’s no longer what they want to be. Or they can realize they’d rather be this than anything they were supposed to be and that they’d rather do this than anything they were supposed to do.

If a Gem has a relationship with a relationship, it’ll always be with the relationship first. The new relationship will need to be understood as coming into a shared, existing intimacy. Pearl and Amethyst don’t individually get consent from Ruby and from Sapphire when Garnet acts on their behalf to form Alexandrite. Garnet feels and acts differently from Ruby and Sapphire sometimes, and their choice to fuse into her has influenced the subsequent decisions they make as her. 

They may or may not disagree with how Garnet acts sometimes–like, if you were to ask Sapphire or ask Ruby what they would have personally done when Garnet did something different, you might get some answers that are as different as Amethyst and Garnet’s answers would be from Sugilite’s. But within the context of the relationship, with the relationship actively existing, it has the power to influence how the individuals feel. They have a relationship, and then that relationship can feel and think in unprecedented ways–with some of them not being so good. Being in a relationship with an abusive person, for instance, can sometimes make the abused party accept treatment they wouldn’t outside the relationship, or might have thought they wouldn’t tolerate before the relationship was established. And sometimes it’s neutral, like what a married couple decides they want in a shared home is different from what kind of place each might buy individually.

But what’s important about this is that fusion of goals, opinions, and thoughts in human relationships isn’t necessarily a sad thing. It’s a natural thing. We all influence each other. Allowing yourself to be influenced does not mean the relationship has eclipsed your life, or that you’re in an unhealthy dependence, or that you’ve lost your individual will–you’re still part of what you’ve made together. And if you’re happy in your relationship, anyone who comes along afterwards needs to understand who it’s made you, and be accepting of it, and most of all, be willing to have a relationship with your relationship. Not just one of its parts.

Sons of a Thunder Storm

Modern!Reader x Ragnarssons’

Based on this thread


AN: The translation is probably not accurate but I did my best xD Also I did not intend this part to be so long.

Thank you to my sister wives for all the ideas, in part 2 the boys learn about TV, the internet and just get into a lot of trouble.

Translation:

Hvat ef vera á? - What is going on

Hverr þú  - Who’re you



“No.” You groaned as your car made a pitiful clunking sound and started slowly rolling to a stop, glancing at your dead phone. “Why now?” You groaned. The sky cracked and the sound of thunder echoed around the field next to you.

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anonymous asked:

Had someone propose today in the dining room at the restaurant i waitress at and they got so mad when we wouldn't give them their food for free or give them any discounts. Like, that's not how this shit works. You can't rack up a $350 bill and expect to get for free cause you gave someone a ring. The woman was telling me how I ruined her engagement and this is going to be an embarrassment for the rest of her life 😂😂

How much you want to bet it was all staged for the free food?

-Rodney

>>>My Favorite Fics<<<

In honor of Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day, this is a fic rec of my personal favorite fan fics in no particular order. Happy reading and thanks to all the writers!

Louis is an architecture student who can only think about the future. Harry is a baseball player who can only think about right now. Both are lonely for different reasons. Boybands bring them together.

A fashion AU with a royal twist, where Louis doesn’t need a stylist, Harry’s thrilled to have a real life Barbie doll, and they’re both very wrong about each other.

This is a story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices we make define us, and change our lives.

The first time Louis Tomlinson kisses him, Nick is three sheets to the wind, wearing a pirate hat, and so fucking tired of Louis being a complete and utter knobhead that he’s spent the last ten minutes snapping at him. The kiss takes him rather by surprise, all things considered. Or: Nick and Louis don’t like each other, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Lt. Harry Styles, call sign Sparrow, is a prodigy when it comes to flying. The owner of an unrivaled Naval pedigree, being a pilot was always written in the stars for Harry. With his trusty RIO, Lt. Niall Horan, Harry has made an unprecedented ascension in the ranks of the Naval aerial combat elite, and has been recruited to the esteemed Premier Delta flight school, carrying on his family’s legacy. What he finds there are unexpected friendships, perilous challenges, and something beyond what he ever thought possible. Because as his father had always told him, before the great Captain Styles went tragically missing in combat, you don’t fall in love with the sky, you fall in love with what keeps you on the ground.

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For a while, you were my every poem. I knew I couldn’t draw,  so I tried to write you down instead. I don’t think any of those pieces did you justice. No metaphors or similes I could pen could actually encompass what it was like to experience you. I wonder if you ever came across any of them, if you smiled or laughed or maybe even cried, depending on the content. They weren’t always happy pieces. I never did feel right seeing a sunset without you. Your voice was the only song I would never think of skipping if given the option, so when I was no longer allowed to hear it, I longed for it. I guess that’s how it goes when someone you love leaves. You wish you loved them harder and held onto them tighter when you had the chance, as if somehow the fault is in the strength of your muscles. Some would say that Shakespeare got it wrong, that the fault really is in our stars, that they just weren’t meant to be. I don’t know what to say about us. Maybe fate had something to do with it, but what about free will? You didn’t have to go. You could’ve stayed, we could’ve tried to make things work, but you decided to walk away anyway. How could I blame the stars for that?
—  The fault in ourselves. // Maxwell Diawuoh