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pll horoscope meme  » aria montgomery (july 22, 1994) - cancer

Cancer people are homebodies at heart, even if they’re out and about in the working world or the queen bees of their social hives. They love returning to a space that they can call their own. Home and deep bonds, especially female ones, keep them feeling secure. Many Cancers are passionate foodies who love to cook and of course, eat! Many Crabs love to host their own house parties for a regular crew. Creative Cancers are the ultimate culture vultures, always up on the latest Michelin-starred restaurant, new band or raved-about independent film.

anonymous asked:

Prompt idea: emison watches a horror movie together and one gets all scared and jumpy while the other tries to calm them down throughout it

this was perfect for fetus emison i’m cryin :(( thank u! xx

“Ali, I told you my mum will be super angry if she knows what we’re doing” Emily reiterated  what she had been telling Alison for the last half an hour as she sat at the foot of her bed, her hands in her lap and her back rigid, petrified that her mother was going to come home and catch them in the act.

“Sweetie, it’s just a movie” Ali giggled, sliding the disc into the DVD played and wrapping her silk dressing gown around herself as she joined Emily on the bed. “Em, come on. Don’t be a baby” Emily opened her mouth to protest, but at the pleading look in Alison’s eyes she just sighed and let herself try and relax. “Hit the lights” She demanded as Emily scrambled off the bed and turned the lights off, plunging the room into darkness, spare the low-lit TV screen that sat precariously on top of her chest of draws.

“Which one did you pick?” Emily asked, her throat constricting slightly at the delicate glow of Ali’s cheeks, her hair somehow even more flawless as it was tied up in a high pony-tail, waves of gold flowing down her back.

“Some clown thing. I stole it from Jason’s room” She teased, tapping the space next to her as an invitation for Emily to lie with her. “Come on. It’ll be fun! We’ve got popcorn” She shook the bag of butterscotch popcorn, knowing it was Emily’s favourite, and grinned smugly as Emily finally joined her.

“You won’t tell my mom?” Emily reassured herself.

“Of course not sweetie” Ali smiled sweetly “you ready?” Emily let herself go, deciding that being Ali tonight, the night before her 14th birthday, was more important than her mother’s disapproval. She settled down, and they let the movie run. She had never seen something so gruesome, blood and masks and children being stalked. It didn’t help that Ali could read her like a book, and spent most of the movie watching as her expression stayed completely still from fear.

“You’re so cute” Ali mused, her eyes fixed on Emily’s face.

“It’s scary!” Emily protested, clutching a pillow to her chest as her knuckles turned white from the force.

“It’s stupid” Ali grinned, taking Emily’s hand and pulling her closer “the blood is so fake. The acting is awful, and the storyline is predictable”

“Stop ruining it” Emily laughed, lifting her pillow up and hitting Ali with it so that she almost toppled off the bed. For a second she froze, and then grabbed her own pillow, whacking it onto Emily side. They paused, looked at each other, and smiled a little awkwardly.

“Why do you love these movies so much?” Emily asked Ali, her voice quiet with nerves, unable to shake the feeling that she was making it too personal. But in response, Ali just shrugged.

“I don’t know” She admitted “I guess it’s just nice to escape the horrors of real life” She didn’t really know what to respond to that. Instead of saying anything, she took the remote and resumed the film. “I thought you were scared?” Ali asked “we don’t have to watch it anymore if you don’t want to”

“I’ll watch it differently” Emily decided “we can laugh at it together” Ali smiled widely, her whole face practically beaming. She took Emily’s hand and they both lay back on the bed, their feet entwined at the end as they let their hands dive into the bowl of popcorn between them. Watching it Ali’s way was better, and by the end of the night she thought her tummy was going to fall out she had laughed so hard. As the end credits rolled around, Emily found herself drifting off to sleep.

“Em?” Ali whispered into the dark, Emily’s light breathing was the only sound in the room. She didn’t try again, she knew if Emily was awake she would’ve responded the first time. Instead, she slid herself into Emily’s arms, letting herself fall asleep under the gentle touch of her skin. Suffice it to say that Emily had quite the soft spot for horror movies after that night.

anonymous asked:

Hey can you please do a prompt where Ali and Em don't have a kid yet (just to maintain their canon dynamic you're so good at writing) and Wayne passes away/someone emily is close with and Ali comforts her??? The more cuddling/fluff/comforting the better... you can even set it a little while after the loss just so it's more healing and less emotional. (ABSOLUTE BONUS if you can include Ali running Em a bath and then just relaxing together in it) you're my fav writer xxxx

i loooooved this! thank u so much xx (they aren’t canon in this but hope u like it still p>

It had been a completely uneventful day. All but one of her classes had been cancelled from the storm, Paige was away with the swim team in Hawaii, and all of her dorm mates had gone out to celebrate a birthday. Most people would be bummed out by such a mundane weekend but, honestly, Emily was thankful to have time for herself that day. It had been one year since Wayne had died; one year and 6 hours since she had received the phone call that had started her off on this downward spiral. She didn’t know she had been avoiding thinking about it, but when she pulled out to see 13 missed calls from her mother, the penny dropped.

Can’t talk x she typed lazily into the device Work

That was all she could manage as she reached up into the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of vodka, unscrewing the cork, not even wincing at the smell that she had become so accustomed to. Sparks flew in the pit of her stomach as the clear liquid sloshed into the little shot glass, the noise having becoming some what of a comfort to her.

“Bottoms up” She muttered to herself, pouring back the drink in one swift motion, not even wincing as the familiar burn greeted her throat. For a second she rested, before grabbing the bottle and pouring herself another. And another. It was liberating having the room to herself, Paige had steadily turned from supportive girlfriend to overprotective mom as the months had gone on. To have a space to drink and listen to her own music was a dream; especially on this particular day. It took almost half the bottle before she began to feel it. Feel anything was a luxury these days. It was the only thing that would ever do it. She turned the speakers up on full volume, some soppy love song about heartbreak and loss pounding throughout the walls of the room, and she let herself sing. She screamed the lyrics so loudly as she moved from shot to just clutching at the bottle, taking a swig every now and again to keep her mood up. She didn’t know how long she stayed standing in her kitchen, singing badly and letting herself become drunker and drunker, but the sun began to dip below the sea, creating a tangible orange mist across the beach below that somehow managed to creep into her own room. Music paused, her eyes were distracted by the beauty. It overtook her as she crept across the room, wobbly on her feet like a new born baby deer, resting her hand on the glass of the window. It was only when her gaze fell to the street below that she saw her. Alison.

“Woa” She mumbled, pulling open the pane of glass “maybe I should go to bed” Her speech was loud enough that Ali looked up, clearly disgruntled with wind swept hair, her eyes tired from the journey.

“Maybe you could let me up first, Em?” She called, only half-teasingly.

“I’m dreaming” Emily muttered as she slammed the window shut, trying her best to walk across the room and slam her hand down on the ‘open’ button. She was sure it was a hallucination, something her mind had conjured in it’s intoxicated state to try and make her feel better about her dad. And as the minutes passed by she became more and more convinced of it, and wanted to curse her own brain for teasing her so harshly. That was why she jumped so loudly when the door creaked open and Ali stood there, radiating something Emily hadn’t felt in a while. Radiating hope.

“Hey, stranger” She muttered, standing in the hall and waiting to be asked in. Emily just stared at her, completely dumbfounded, a crease in between her brows as the room span ever so slightly. “You gonna let me in?” Her mouth was going dry, but she attempted to stand up. Only when she toppled back down onto the floor did Ali suddenly realise what had happened. She raced across the kitchen area, catching her before she fell and hit her head. “What are you doing, sweetie?” Ali sighed, her voice shaking as she pulled her back onto the bed. She looked around the room and spotted the empty bottle of vodka on the side, as Emily flopped down and let her eyes flutter shut.

“Why are you here?” She asked monotonously, aching for some water.

“You haven’t called in a while” She told her, removing her shoes and lying down next to her “and last time we spoke you told me Paige was away this weekend.” She tried to keep the evident disgust out of her voice, but was unsuccessful.

“So you flew across the country to make sure I was okay?” Emily mumbled incoherently, battling against the duvet and Ali’s arms to sit up straighter.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing” Ali sighed as Emily’s head flopped onto her shoulder.

“Not a bad thing” Emily promised. Ali said nothing, but smiled softly. It was only when she smelt Emily’s breath that she remembered why she was here in the first place.

“Em, you’re drunk again” Ali said, not harshly but in a tone that would hopefully cut through  the barriers Emily had up around her brain at that moment.

“Mhmm” Emily moaned, pulling her eyes open “it’s fun”

“When you’re with friends. In a bar. On a Saturday night” Alison agreed, moving her so that they were facing each other and placing one hand on her cheek. “not when you’re by yourself and it’s the anniversary of your dads death” Emily pulled her own hand up and lay it on Alison’s, not realising how much she had craved her touch.

“How long are you staying?” Emily asked feebly, entwining her fingers into Alison’s in the hope that it would stop the room from spinning.

“As long as you want me to” She told her with a pityful smile “open return”

“Forever” Emily mumbled, flopping back onto the bed, her hair spreading out like a fan onto the pillow behind her. Ali nodded her head.

“I’m gonna run you a bath, Emmy” Ali told her, softly stroking her forehead as the photo of her and Paige that hung above their bed looked down onto the pair of them.

“You’re the best friend I ever had” Emily muttered “Hanna and the others won’t even answer their phone”

“You know that’s not true” Ali argued “they’re just hard-working people now, sweetie” Ali got  up rather abruptly after that to run her a bath, and Emily almost fell asleep to the sound of the water sloshing in so dramatically. It was like the only sound in the world; the only sound she could focus on. Before she knew it she was being taken to the where it was coming from as Ali helped her weak form wobble across the room.

“I think I’m going to be sick” She warned her as she threw herself onto the floor, the toilet thankfully already open as she vomited the entire bottle back up, not managing to avoid her shirt.

“Oh, Jesus, Em” Ali complained, flushing it down as she pulled her back up to her feet “stand still”

“Sorry” Emily mumbled as she lifted her arms up and let Ali remove her top. For a second there was an awkward pause, Ali’s gaze wandering to where it definitely shouldn’t have been and Emily too drunk to let Paige back into her head. Ali cleared her throat as Emily found it within herself to fumble with the zip of her jeans.

“Don’t apologize” Ali told her as she turned around and checked the temperature of the water, an excuse to not have to look at her as she stood naked in the bathroom. “Are you ready?” Emily nodded, and hooked her arm around Ali’s shoulder as she lowered herself into the bath.

“Thank you” Emily muttered as she let the water splash around her body, warm and comforting. Neither said anything. Ali was too aware of herself to break the silence, and too concerned for Emily’s safety to leave the room in case she dozed off in the water. It was a while before anything was said. “I miss him” She finally spluttered out, making whirlpools with her fingers either side of her, not making eye contact.

“I know you do, sweetie” Ali promised her “but getting hammered every night isn’t going to solve anything” Emily shook her head, not wanting to listen to it and so choosing not to.

“Dad would be so angry” She laughed hysterically “he’d say to me ‘That’s not how I raised my little Emmy!” Her voice lowered as she tried to replicate her father’s booming tone.

“Your dad would want you to wake up every morning and do what you need to do to get out of this place, Em.” Ali told her “I know he would. Your dad would be telling you to get over it, and to be the strong, independent girl that we all know and love” She didn’t know where the emotion in her voice had come from, but suddenly Ali felt tears prick at the backs of her eye. Seeing her best friend so broken, the smell of lavender still not able to over power those of vodka and vomit, broke her. Emily deserved the world. But there was only so much she could do. Emily didn’t reply, instead letting herself sink further into the tub, letting her hair get covered with water.

“It’s like I’m swimming” She whispered “I haven’t done that for months” Ali smiled sadly, grabbing a flannel and washing Emily’s face, still covered with sticky substances.

“You’ll get there, Em” She promised “I know my mermaids still swimming around somewhere”

6

I sincerely believe that acting is about the fine art of being alive. As an actor, through a performance I get to captivate an audience and allow them to feel something wholly and truthfully. I think that idea behind the art form is what inspired me to realize that acting is so much bigger than I had ever thought it was. It made me realize the potential you have as an actor to inspire others and show them ‘this is life – now go out and live it.’ I also get to exercise my empathy muscle, and put myself in somebody else’s shoes to be able to understand what separates us and what brings us together. Being an actor has made navigating thrrough life so much easier because it allows you to see so many different perspectives.