#i know you’re strong but you don’t have to be alone ( claire & alison )

[asocier]

( private verse ) handler and hound – two.

          “take a seat.”

          “this isn’t about the broken window, is it?”

          “what broken window?”

          “nevermind -- why am i here?” 

          it seems as though the window that was unintentionally ( re: intentionally ) destroyed by alison’s hound during a mission was a conversation that could be saved for another day. that was in it of itself a relief, but now she was even less prepared for what was to come. if this conversation wasn’t about that window, what was it about? 

          eyebrows furrowed as she crossed the familiar room to take the chair that was in front of her supervisor’s desk, alison scooting up closer to the tabletop before shifting her gaze to study the other. nothing odd stood out to her -- the call to his office seemed to have been out of the blue, however, so she couldn’t imagine what was on the agenda for their meeting. 

          “how’s everything with your hound?” the question cut through the silence that was settling in the room. it was asked with such casualness that it sounded like something a colleague of hers would have asked during a break. “everything’s fine. why? did something come up?” 

          “no. it’s just routine to check in with handlers now and then, that’s all. i suspected that things were going well -- you two seem to be getting along much better than his previous handlers.”  

          “we had a rough start, but i think we’re in a good spot now.”

          “and you were so adamant in refusing a hound.” and he chuckled as he recalled that interaction, her supervisor letting his hands clasp together loosely as they rested on the wooden top of the desk. that conversation was one alison remembered clearly, as well. with no say in the matter, she remembered feeling quite indignant, which was only exacerbated upon meeting eden for the first time. with an attitude like his, it was difficult not to be irritated -- but that was a hurdle she had managed to get over as time went on.

          “yes, well -- it’s fortunate that we found common ground and got along in the end.” fortunate indeed, for soma as a whole. she could certainly understand why he was considered valuable enough to keep despite his behavioral issues with previous handlers. what a waste it’d be if he were to be let go of. or worse -- disposed of. but that wasn’t something she’d ever let happen.

          “is this all you wanted to talk to me about? you could have just called my office or sent me an email.” the playful humor in alison’s remark was not lost on her supervisor, who chuckled again as he took hold of his keys and unlocked a drawer in his file cabinet. “i wouldn’t waste your time like that -- there’s an important matter i wanted to discuss with you in person.” 

          again, her expression revealed her confusion as a file was presented to her, and as she eyed the name that was printed on the tab of the folder, it soon occurred to her why this situation felt so familiar to her. amarante, c., it read, and eyes soon narrowed.

          "please tell me this is part of a mission.”

          “hm, it’s not your typical mission. think of it more as a personal mission. to help out the department.” 

          “i don’t follow.” 

          “why don’t you start by telling me your first impressions?” his invitation was accompanied by a gesture towards the folder, and he sat back in his seat as he waited for alison to read through its contents, which she did with a fair amount of caution. she wasn’t quite sure what she was supposed to look for exactly, which details he wanted her to pay close attention to, but as she examined the file, a few things easily stood out to her. 

          claire amarante, january 14th, 5′10″, hound. currently assigned to communications under the supervision of lenard [ redacted ]. strong fighting skills. specializes in offensive hand-to-hand combat, however evaluations show unpredictability in defensive skills. medical records indicate a history of treatment for injuries as a result of reckless offensive attacks, however, no severe injuries are on record. training staff notes competitive tendencies, which are most evident when interacting with other hounds.

          and she continued to peruse the documents in the file before taking the time to study the picture that accompanied the folder’s contents. a female hound -- not necessarily a rarity, but in a workplace that was so heavily dominated by men, alison couldn’t help but have a soft spot for her. a hound too, no less. even if she wasn’t in the field as often as alison and eden, being a hound was a risky profession. with a sigh, alison finally closed the folder and let it rest back on the table. 

          “she’s a strong fighter. seems to have her own style and technique, which i can admire, but being assigned to communications probably limits her to a more assistive role during missions considering her handler is based in that department. overall, she seems like a decent hound. no behavioral issues, no history of handler changes.” very different from her own hound’s file, honestly. 

          “so would you say she’s a good hound?” 

          “i’d say so. it seems like she can be a bit aggressive when provoked, but i think that goes for a lot of us here at soma.”

         “fair enough. what would you say then if i told you we’re considering a temporary department change for her? would you say she’d fair well on field missions?”

          “that’s -- kind of a strange question to ask me since you should know whether or not she’s qualified. but yes, i personally think she’d be able to pull her own weight and contribute to missions. if she had the right handler, i think she’d fair very well, especially if her technique was developed a bit more. she seems to have a good head on her shoulders -- so long as she doesn’t let aggression blind her judgement, i think she’ll fit in.” 

         “ah, i knew i could count on you, alison.” and with a smile, her supervisor produced another document from the drawer of his desk and pushed it towards her. handler reassignment, the headline read, and again, her face scrunched up in confusion. “i don’t -- understand. why are you showing me this? who is changing handlers?” 

          “it’s not your hellhound, i can tell you that.”

          “okay, but -- if he’s staying with me, who is being reassigned?”

          “lenard has to leave soma temporarily due to personal matters. as such, we have volunteered to temporarily reassign his hound to a handler in our department until he is able to make his return. and you, alison, are the lucky candidate.” a smile -- that damn smile that always seemed to have assumed that she’d give into his wish without a fight. 

          “do you really think that’s a good idea? i feel like i’m the worst candidate to choose for this. are you forgetting who my hound is? he’ll never get along with her. he’ll chew her up, and she’ll bite him right back from the looks of it.”

          “and that’s when you’ll step in to discipline. that’s what your role as a handler is. discipline. you managed to tame your hellhound -- if he acts up again with your new addition, you put your foot down and demand order. as for ms. amarante, she is at your mercy for taking her in.”

          “don’t talk like that. she’s not ‘at my mercy.’ if i say no, you’d just find her someone else. she has a handler by default -- it’s just a mild inconvenience for soma to temporarily relocate her to a new department until her usual handler returns. i just don’t understand why you’d choose me -- i imagine you’d choose someone else who doesn’t already have their hands full.”

          “ah, but that’s why this decision was made. the missions you take on -- there’s just two of you currently, yes? imagine what it’d be like with a third helping hand. you said it yourself, she has the potential for field missions, especially with additional training, and who best to train her than you? as for eden -- he has little say in the matter. if you accept, he’ll just have to deal.”

          “that sounds like a recipe for conflict, and conflict is the last thing i need more of. eden already gets into conflict with other hounds from different departments in the training room. i don’t need him getting into conflict with someone he’s suppose to actually work with and see daily.”

          “then tase him again. that’s what that collar is for, isn’t it? it’s not like you haven’t done it already. besides, it’s only a temporary arrangement. she’ll have her own temporary space in this wing of the building, she’ll train with you, she’ll accompany you on missions and can be as involved or as distant as you want her to be. take this to be an opportunity for you to develop your leadership skills -- you’ve always wanted a promotion, right?”

          “mm ... this isn’t really the promotion i had in mind.”

          “and who know? maybe she’ll end up being a permanent addition to your team. at any rate, the decision has already been made, so the sooner you sign these documents, the sooner the reassignment can happen and the more time you’ll have on your hands to get your hounds acquainted and trained before your next mission.”

          “if eden ends up breaking another window, don’t blame me.” 

[spookyfbi]

Another untitled Klave fic

I’m like 95% certain that Klaus changed the timeline so Dave never met him so even though I don’t want it I still made a fic about it in the hopes that maybe if I write it down it won’t happen in the show. Also some Ben angst because of course

Klaus walked into the Veterans of Foreign Wars bar and glanced at the wall where he knew Dave’s photo was. He’d go see Dave in a minute, but he needed a drink first. Oh god, he needed a drink, or several. Actually, he needed a line of coke, but a drink would suffice for now. He could imagine Ben’s whine… Don’t do it, Klaus… Be strong, Klaus… Oh, Ben. He missed his brother. That emo Ben doppelgänger and his pals had done a number on Klaus and his siblings back at the Academy, and after being unceremoniously thrown out of their former home, Five had told them not to separate, but Alison had wanted to go see Claire (if her daughter was even alive in this timeline) and they all just sort of dispersed to see what this new timeline was all about. Klaus didn’t much care who he was in this timeline, he just needed a little pick-me-up after… everything. So he grabbed a shot glass and filled it with some spirit or other and sent it down the hatch.

Klaus downed a few more shots and then stumbled his way over to Dave. He looked at the photo and… wait. Wait, what? Klaus furrowed his brow as he stared at the photo through the glass. Dave wasn’t in the photo, and for that matter, neither was Klaus. Klaus leaned in to the photo, reaching his hands out to the glass, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. He was vaguely aware of someone approaching and standing next to him.

“Hey…” the man said.

Klaus sighed and waved the man away without taking his eyes from the photo. “Yeah yeah, I know, Vets only. Look, I’m kind of having a moment here, if you don’t mind, so kindly buzz off and leave me alone.” Klaus just felt so tired and he just wanted to see his dead boyfriend’s face without having to deal with some asshole who thought he didn’t belong.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt, I just… I always hoped I’d see you again. So I could thank you.”

Klaus rolled his eyes. Oh god… He grabbed the man’s hand and looked at his palm. No ‘Hello’ or ‘Good bye’. “Oh, thank god.” Not a cult member. He let go of the man’s hand and returned his gaze back to the photo and something nagged at him at the back of his mind that he might have paid attention to if he were more sober.

“Y’know, you were wrong about A Shau Valley, Hill 689. I was never sent there. But you were right about Dune, so thanks for the book recommendation.”

Klaus froze. Slowly he turned to look at this man, and god… those familiar kind blue eyes looked back at him, hidden under more than a few wrinkles.

“It wasn’t published till 1965 though, so that’s kind of interesting, considering you told me about it in 1963.” The elderly Dave that stood before him folded his arms with a playful smirk.

Klaus let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and it came out as a sob, along with the tears that were burning his eyes, and once he started he couldn’t stop. Klaus wept in this Veteran’s bar in front of an elderly Dave who knew him only as a peacenik cult leader who tried and failed to persuade him not to enlist. He wept for Dave and he wept for Ben and he wept for himself and he wept for the cut on his lip that still stung whenever he thought about it, and he tried not to think about it, tried to drown the memory in as much booze as he could manage.

“Hey…” Dave’s smirk vanished and he looked at Klaus with concern. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he placed a hand on Klaus’ arm and god… to feel Dave’s touch again. It was too much and not enough and everything and Klaus drew in a shaky breath but it came out in another sob. Dave moved his hand to Klaus’ back and gestured to a nearby seat. “Come on, why don’t you sit down, I’ll get you a drink.”

Klaus sat down and took a few deep breaths, rubbing his eyes with his palms. Slowly he felt himself calming down, and Dave returned with a large glass of very light beer and Klaus had to smile. He took the beer and cradled it between his hands. “I’m sorry…” he began, looking sheepishly at Dave, who took the seat next to him.

Dave shook his head. “Oh, no. You’re clearly going through something.” Dave let it hang for a moment and then when Klaus didn’t respond, “I know I’m just some stranger you haven’t seen since 1963, but… if you want to talk…”

And he did, god he did. He wanted to talk to Dave… or to Ben… or to anyone who would listen or care how he was feeling. But what could he possibly tell this Dave that wouldn’t sound completely insane? “I lost my brother… earlier today” It was still today, wasn’t it? Or was it yesterday? Or was it more accurate to say 56 years ago?

“I’m so sorry.” Dave said gently. “I know how much it hurts to lose someone.”

Klaus straightened up and looked at Dave. “You do?”

Dave nodded. “My husband, Frank. Complications related to Alzheimers, 3 years ago. He was 74, so it wasn’t exactly unexpected, but… I still miss him every day. But we had 52 happy years together.”

“I’m sorry.” Klaus whispered. He was never good at math when dear old Dad wanted him to be, but he was pretty quick when it was important to him, even when he was high or drunk. Figuring out if he was getting a good deal on the shit he was being sold, figuring out how far he could stretch it when money was a little tight. Klaus found his mind making the calculation before he’d even meant to. 2019 - 3 - 52 = 1964. That closeted 19 year old who couldn’t even admit the real reason he wanted to enlist in the army somehow met a young man named Frank only a year later who he would end up marrying. Dave met a man named Frank in 1964, which meant that Dave and this Frank were together in 1968. Dave was not single in 1968. Dave had a long and happy life with a man named Frank. Klaus didn’t know how to feel.

“It feels good to remember him. To talk about him.” Dave leaned forward and cocked his head. “Would you like to talk about your brother?”

Klaus closed his eyes and nodded. “Ben…” he whispered, then he sniffed. “He was always looking out for me. But he was sorta mean and whiny about it sometimes. Be strong Klaus, don’t give into temptation Klaus, have some eggs and orange juice Klaus, don’t forget to go to your AA meeting Klaus…”

“AA?” Dave looked down at the beer Klaus was holding and gently took it back from him and placed it on a nearby table. He looked back at Klaus with a kind smile.

“Oh, like that one beer would’ve made a difference. I had seven shots of rum just now and a half a bottle of tequila before I got here.”

“Well, it’s never too late to stop.”

“Why bother?” Klaus leaned back in the seat and gazed at Dave and god if this were his Dave who could love him and live the rest of his life with him he might consider it, but… “I’ve failed at everything I’ve ever tried. I’m just sexy trash. I know this and I accept it. Why fight it?” Klaus reached for the beer but Dave slid it further away. “You know it’s free drinks here, I could just get some more myself.” Dave said nothing but just looked at Klaus and Klaus looked back at Dave and he told himself he could get up and get some more booze if he wanted to but something in him held him in his seat. “What do you care anyway, old man?”

“I could ask you the same question. What did you care if some kid from Dallas enlisted in the army and died in the Vietnam war?” Klaus sighed. How could he possibly begin to answer that question? How could he possibly explain it to this Dave? “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. I’ve gone this long without an answer.” Dave shifted in his seat. “I don’t think your trash, far from it.”

Klaus pointed at Dave. “But you do think I’m sexy.”

Dave chuckled. “Well I am very gay. And I may be old, but my eyes are still fully functioning. So yeah, I think you’re sexy. And you’re confident and brave in a way that I really wanted to be when I was younger. Y’know, I thought about you, when I saw Frank in a bar in Saigon. He was so handsome and I wanted to go up and talk to him. I was so scared, but I thought of you. I thought of how… completely unapologetic and unashamed you were when my uncle called you a queer. And I thought… I can do it. I can be like that too. I was so nervous. But I thought of you and I felt a little bit braver. And I did it. My hands were shaking the whole time, but I did it. I said hi and I asked if I could buy him a drink and he said yes. And we talked and we danced and… god, I was shaking all over, but… I kissed him. And he kissed me back, and that was it, we were inseparable ever since. You inspired me. You inspired me to talk to Frank and we had a wonderful life together. You may not have saved me from enlisting but you saved me in another way. You saved me from myself. I always wanted to tell you that.”

“Oh, god…” Klaus leaned forward and put his head in his hands. “That’s so wonderful.” He felt like he was going to be sick. “I’m a god damn fucking gay love guru.” A bar in Saigon. Drinks, dancing, talking, a kiss. It was a familiar story, just with a different love interest. Frank, that lucky bastard, whoever he was.

“Hey, are you okay?” Klaus felt Dave’s hand on his back and it was warm… hot, it was too hot and too much because Dave fell in love with a man named Frank in a bar in Saigon in 1964.

Klaus sat back up. “Oh yeah, I’m peaches and cream, baby. I’m…” Klaus forced the words out, “…so happy for you. It’s just, y’know, what’s that story about the Cobbler with no feet?”

“The Cobbler’s children have no shoes?”

“Right.”

Dave seemed to hesitate for a moment. “I don’t mean to burden you while you’re grieving. I wanted you to know what it meant to me to see someone like you when I was younger, but… not if it upsets you. I can go if you’d rather be alone right now.”

“No please don’t go” the words slipped out before Klaus could hold them back because god, he hadn’t been alone in 17 years, and the thought of it frightened him.

Dave nodded.

“Y’know, Ben didn’t think I should talk to you, back in 1963.” Klaus let out a chuckle. “I wish I could see the look on his face right now.”

“What would he say?”

“Oh, I don’t know, he’d probably say I shouldn’t be talking to you right now.”

“Why’s that?”

“Oh…” Klaus shook his head. “It’s… so complicated…” Klaus pointed a finger at Dave “Hey, do me a favour. Promise me you won’t ever time travel. That shit’ll mess you up.”

Dave chuckled. “Sure, next time I’m offered the opportunity to time travel.”

“Yeah…” Klaus looked down. “Ben was a good brother. And I was kind of a shitty brother.” He looked back up at Dave. “In my defence, I had a shitty childhood. When I left home at 17, Ben came with me, and he’s been with me ever since, an annoying angel on my shoulder whining at me about how I was screwing up my life. Until this afternoon…”

“Sounds irritating”

“Oh god, you have no idea! So irritating! But… as much as I hate to admit it, he did talk me out of some of the dumber shit I could have done. He was just looking out for me. And I didn’t really appreciate it. And now he’s gone and I’m…” Klaus swallowed. “I’m scared.” He’d never been this open with anyone before, except for Dave. But this wasn’t his Dave. But it felt so good to pretend, to share his burdens with someone who actually listened and didn’t just see him as a no good junkie. “I’m scared…” he chuckled nervously, avoiding eye contact. “of the dumb shit I’m going to do without him telling me not to.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, y’know, I mean… well us junkies do have a tendency to find ourselves overdosed in some ditch somewhere.”

Dave looked at him for what felt like the longest time and Klaus chuckled to lighten the mood but it didn’t seem to work. “Do you know the assisted living facility just up the road?” Klaus shook his head because why on earth would he? Dave gestured behind Klaus. “It’s that big building with the blue roof, you can’t miss it.”

Klaus looked back and he could see it through the bar window. “Okay…” he said, turning back to Dave.

“I live there. Frank and I moved there when he started… forgetting things.” Dave cleared his throat. “Anyway… if you feel like you’re gonna do something dumb, or if you just want to talk, you come there and see me, okay? I’ll tell the girls who work reception to expect you, they’re really nice.”

Klaus felt his lower lip trembling and he smiled to keep from crying again. He swallowed hard. “Oh… I’ve guilted you into saying that…”

“No, not at all”

“Come on…”

“Look, I’m an old widower with no kids who lives in a nursing home. I don’t get too many visitors. I’d love for you to come talk to me, about anything you like. That is, if you’d ever want to visit a lonely old man in a nursing home.”

Klaus couldn’t hold back his sob this time. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot, actually.”

Dave smiled.

“Hey… this might sound weird, and feel free to say no if you like, but…” Klaus took a deep breath and it was getting easier to see his Dave beneath all those wrinkles. “Can I lean my head on your shoulder?” When Dave didn’t respond immediately, Klaus shook his head. “You can say no, I mean, that was… really forward, I just…”

“Sure” Klaus peered at Dave carefully, and Dave smiled warmly and nodded, holding his arm out in invitation. So Klaus rested his head on Dave’s shoulder, and Dave put his arm around Klaus, and Klaus let the tears come. “I know sometimes it’s nice to be held, when you’re upset.”

“Yeah…” Klaus sobbed through the tears.

[ghostie-hoe]

PLL THE PERFECTIONISTS 1x02 SEX LIES & ALIBI’S RECAP & THOUGHTS

We open with the University students gathering at the scene of the crime. The police cover Nolan’s body and Ava is seen to be mid meltdown, distraught over Nolan’s death. Ava points an accusing finger at Caitlin telling her that it’s exactly how she imagined it. Yes, it did happen exactly as Caitlin had imagined (I’m not ruling her out yet, though I think if it was her, she’d choose another option to avoid incriminating herself.)

The depressed Ava montage broke my heart. She’s lost her parents, one on the run from the law and other chose to leave. She obviously took comfort in Nolan and now that’s gone she feels alone. Dylan has a guilty conscious having night terrors about Nolan. ‘Save it to Nolan to haunt us in both life and death.’ Andrew doesn’t seem to be in the loop, if Dylan trusted him he would tell him that Nolan’s been blackmailing him. He could come clean about the kids or not. Either way, he doesn’t fully trust Andrew.

Jeremy is so suspicious. He seems like a very strong character. What I took from this scene when Jeremy said “it’s okay if you are relieved Nolan is dead. You can admit that to me.” It seemed to have an underlining of “Babe, I get you because I killed him for you.” It’s all in the dialogue “I don’t feel bad that you don’t have to worry about him anymore.”

I knew Nolan wanted to meet Alison. I called it either being Ali or Mona, my second victory and it’s only been two episodes. So Nolan sends Alison a message asking her to meet him on the roof before he was killed. Backtracking to what we were shown from the rooftop, Nolan seemed to have met the person he messaged. So, maybe it wasn’t Alison but Ali pointed out how Taylor could be her doppelgänger.. I’m just saying, it really could’ve been Taylor in an Alison mask.

And nobody would suspect the dead girl..

Dylan and Caitlin talking about how they all don’t really know each other. That’s important. Someone on here made a connection between the books and said that there was a character with a split personality called Parker and Caitlin’s name is Parker - Lewis. At this point I wouldn’t be surprised if Caitlin did it as Parker, drugged Dylan as her accomplice and they both killed him. Their conversation just seems a little sketchy. The whole “We have to make it look like we are sad and not relieved because I dated him and you were his friend.”

Mona is obviously leading towards a mental breakdown. She seems to be in manic mode completely unaware of Alison talking to her as she attempts to follow her little system. I zoomed in on her wall and next to all the equations, I saw the framed picture which seemed to represent a split personality, but it also looked half Male, half female. Could this represent Nolan and Taylor?

Mona’s extremely offended by Alison asking her if she was on the roof the night of Nolan’s death. Mona did so much to redeem herself to the girls. She honestly really tried so I understand her offence. Alison shows Mona the text and Mona tells her that it looks like she killed him.

Oh Ava, please stop drinking. It doesn’t help with anything. Yes you want to numb the feelings, but alcohol is a depressant. Take it from a recovered alcoholic, it’s always best to seek help from a trauma therapist or grievance counsellor. The song is so fitting though. Marlene is great at choosing songs I have to give her that.

“Does anyone know you were doing Nolan’s work for him?” “You heard the news?” “Yeah he was murdered.” I don’t know I’m just so suspicious of Andrew at this point. Everyone talks about this so casually.

I like how Caitlin is open with Jeremy about her hate for Nolan and goes as far as sharing the paper that she wrote about murder being justified and about Nolan. She goes on to say that Alison intuitive and knew that the paper was inspired by Nolan. Jeremy tells Caitlin that she didn’t do anything so why is she upset. How does Jeremy 100% know that? Maybe because he killed Nolan. So Caitlin and Jeremy have a song. How do they say that a song with lyrics “in the after light, he follows me.” Relate to them enough as a couple to be labelled “our song?” At first I thought it said in the afterlife..

Mona lacks what all of us other females don’t. Alison announces that she brought food, most of us would be like THANK YOU QUEEN. But not Mona “I’m the reason Nolan is dead. He didn’t belong here. It was his personality traits. My Algerivem (The fuck you spell that) red flagged him.” “Because he was dangerous?” “No, flagged is someone who could push another student to the point of snapping. So by looking the other way and not telling Miss Hotchkiss, I created a killer.” “So you’re using your code to figure out who snapped.”

So, Mona seems to find some kind of comfort in her old ways. Solving things, getting completely lost in it.

ALISON SLAPPING MONA AND SHE LOOKS AT HER IN SHOCK THEN IS ALL LIKE OOOH KEY LIME PIE MY FAVOURITE. ICONIC. I love these two together. Mona asking Alison when she became a wuss. This is what we’re getting, the constant bring up of Alison’s past. This must have a meaning soon!

The way they filmed the scene of Ava sleeping as if someone was standing there with a knife raised ready to kill her. True horror movie style. The lights come on and it’s Dylan and Caitlin. So, what if this is a clue. Dylan and Caitlin are somehow involved either together or alone. Or maybe it’s a clue towards Nolan’s killer being Jeremy or Andrew.

All these characters are calling out the obvious. When the group are in Ava’s room and Caitlin claims her and Dylanhad nothing to do with Nolan’s death and Ava says “before he was murdered” Dylan said a similar line earlier on in the episode and so did Andrew. So, what if this focus on Nolan being murdered is to throw us off. I mentioned this last week, but someone in a Nolan mask could’ve easily been killed. So Nolan may not have been murdered. But someone was.

There it is again from Dylan “We don’t know each other well enough to trust each other but we need each other.” That’s also the second time someone has referred to it as the perfect posse. “Everyone at BHU is a suspect.” This is exactly why I’ve ruled nobody out yet. “We all have secrets that make us look guilty.” There must be more secrets than what we already know. Let’s recap what we know. Nolan pretty much manipulated Dylan into kissing him: He cheated on Andrew. Thus how Dylan now represents Nolan in his perfect posse and writes papers for Ava and Nolan. Nolan blackmailed Caitlin with a picture of one of her mothers who is a politician kissing a man. He blackmailed her into being his girlfriend. There had to be darker secrets he has on them. Caitlin says to Ava “Unless you are that one person with nothing to hide.” So, Ava seems to be acting like Nolan doesn’t know any of her secrets, I think she’s naive to assume that she’s safe in that respect.

mad world sounds beautiful on the cello I must say. So, this iconic scene of the three musketeers walking to the funeral. In slow mo. I felt for Ava when Claire embraces Caitlin whose only feeling scared for herself whilst Ava stands in the background genuinely hurting. The way it’s shot the over Caitlin’s shoulder shot and Ava blurred out in the background is direct symbolism. When it comes to Claire, Ava felt like an outcast. THEM HOLDING HANDS DURING THE SERVICE FOR SUPPORT WAS SO CUTE.

We get a ton of information from the Mona and Alison conversation at the funeral. Mona confides in Alison about a partial black out during the time of Nolan’s murder. Who would be able to orchestrate something like that? TAYLOR HOTCHKISS MAYBE!? She is after all, monitoring the cameras at BHU and I’m unsure of the timeline. Was Beacon Guard existing when she was “alive”? If so, she would’ve found a way to hack into the system. The only other person we know who knows how to do that is sitting right next to Alison and revealing this information.

So you’re telling me that Caitlin dated both Mason and Nolan, two childhood friends? Interesting. Dylan is getting really shady. “Is it just me or does Mason look a little too sad?” Is it just me or do you and Caitlin look a little guilty and like you don’t care?

MAJOR FLASHBACKS TO PLL WITH THAT SHOT OF THE LEAVES BLOWING IT REMINDED OF THE SCENE WITH THE LEAVES BLOWING AND THEN WE SEE THE MISSING PERSON’S AD ON THE ROSEWOOD NEWSPAPPER WHEN ALI WENT MISSING.

“Dana Booker, you are even more of a low life than I thought.” AVAJALALI SNAPPED. Dana announces that she is no longer working with the FBI but as the new head of security. There it is again “Things are far from okay, a student was murdered but rest assured as BHU’s new head of security, will find out who killed Nolan Hotchkiss.” Wow TANA 2.0. THIS WOMAN IS SIMILAR TO TANA IN A FEW AWAYS AND THAT WORDING IS VERY SIMILAR TO WHAT TANA HAS SAID IN THE PAST

So, Ava tells Dylan and Caitlin that Nolan hid his weed in the greenhouse. When Dylan gets there he finds a note. Someone had got there first. Who else knows that Nolan kept secret things there? Welllll. Ava. But there must be someone else.

Alison bringing up the whole “or someone’s trying to frame me for his murder.” And Mona says that it’s a possibility. ALISON CARES SHE WANTS MONA TO STAY IN TOUCH WITH REALITY AND MONA IS PLAYING ONLINE CHESS THATS SO MONA. “Id offer to play with you in person.” “You’d lose.” THIS SEEMS SIGNIFICANT. IS MONA HINTING AT A GAME. SHE IS THR GAME MASTER AFTER ALL. OMG.

The creepy ass voice sounded similar to Grunwald? Are they gonna bring Grunwald into this. She’s so creepy, I love her. “It’s just like you imagined it.” If they all heard that voice, which it seemed like they did..

Ruling out students with braces. Who has braces??? Also Ava feeling so alone breaks my heart into millions of pieces and she just accepts it as the way it is :(

Dana is so SHADY AND SO TANA. Wow. Alison pulling the big strings like “Do you have a warrant? And she tells her she doesn’t need one because of her contract.

Alison never gets a break from A activity, walking into her home to see a window open and then the creepy ass mother of her ‘doppelgänger’ just chilling with some wine in the dark. That’s what serial killers do Claire. If you don’t want to be suspected then don’t wait in the dark. She says disappeared and then changed it to killed herself.. does Claire know something? When Alison asks her if Claire wrote “They’re watching” on the wall Claire hesitates and doesn’t offer a real answer. Were Nolan and Taylor close? Apparently they teamed up. So this could be the case, backtracking to my theory last week of Taylor and Nolan killing someone and figuring things out from “the dead.”

MONA IS TALKING TO HANNA MARIN AND MY BABIES SPOBY ELOPED FINALLY. THE ONLY COUPLE I WAS REALLY BEHIND ELOPED. SPOBY DESERVE ALL THE HAPPINESS IN THE WORLD.

Dana takes Caitlin, Dylan and Ava our of class and starts asking them about their alibi. Que Alison stepping in and giving them one. ICONIC WHEN SHE IS LIKE “BRING IT ON BITCH.”

So my overall verdict - I gave this episode a 9. I LOVED IT. We got our little Easter eggs and the mention of Hanna and SPOBY ELOPING. We got Alison giving her students an alibi and being a savage. All the Mona

[white-fire]

《In a dream we walked as if in reality》

Chapter 9

March 15, 1999. 23:39.

The Ten walked through the dark corridors of the academies, not wanting to go to bed. Everyone has already washed and are asleep, having pleasant dreams that Reginald is praising them. She couldn't sleep. The approaching day did not allow her to sleep, this day spoiled her mood.

She stands in front of Reginald's office door. She knew that he was there, writing some papers. The Ten wants to talk to someone in order to forget that tomorrow is March 16th. Let it be for a few minutes. Of course, Reginald will not stand on ceremony about the mood of the Ten, but she can try your luck. Sighing, she knocked and opened the door.

***

Aruzhan, Shynarym and Bayan were sitting in the kitchen, looking at each other. Finally, she made up her mind. She decided to reveal all the cards in front of my friends, in front of her family. Aruzhan was waiting for this day, because she was so pissed off by these secrets that she drummed her fingers on the table with impatience. The rest could overhear them, but the girls will speak their own language. The time was 00:00. Vanya slept in the infirmary, the Five and Grace moved to Bayan's office, Diego tried to search the cells for the one who had kidnapped the girl, and Alison and Luther sat on the roof with Claire, telling her about the planets and stars. She herself wanted to come here with her mother, and it was difficult for Patrick to make this decision. But not about that now. Now, the girls care about themselves.

" I hope you won't lie " Aruzhan hissed, looking at Bayan with a frown. She just smiled with the corners of her lips, and nodded, looking at them from under her brow. Aruzhan frowned even more " First, ask for forgiveness " Shynarym knew what she was talking about. She told her everything, with tears in her eyes, and tossed her things. Nine had never seen her like this, and that's why she wanted Ten to explain everything. All of these secrets can piss her off too. Bayan sighed, and stopped smiling, said 《I'm sorry》. Her sister rolled her eyes and waved her hand, saying that she had forgiven. Shynarym nodded and began to interrogate. Now the three of them are relaxed, and were ready to answer all questions honestly, and two friends will be able to understand each other well. Aruzhan will only have to listen. She's not like these two. Since they want to be frank, they can read each other, and if not, they cannot.

" Why did you decide so immediately? " Shynarym asked. Bayan grinned: she knew that Shynarym would start interrogation like this. But still she answered:

" The Umbrella Academy is doomed to fail. So I saw no reason to hide it all " she said. Aruzhan looked at Shynarym. She did not degenerate anything that could suggest that Bayan is lying. " Any more questions? "

" The Five one was examining the cameras yesterday and saw that in 1999, on March 15 " Aruzhan lowered her gaze and pursed her lip, then looked at her sister. That brown eyes completely turned black, even the pupil was not visible. But it was only for a second, and Ten returned her mood " You walked along the corridors, and opened the door of Reginald's office. Then, the recording ends abruptly. What did you see there? "

" Let's say ... " the brunette sighed. Did the Five watch all the records? Commendable " Do you believe a UFO? "

" You're kidding ... " Aruzhan said in surprise, realizing what she wanted to say " That is, Reginald ... "

" An alien ... " Shynarym said thoughtfully, looking straight into the eyes of her friend. She's not lying. Why did he create the academy?

" To be honest, I don't know " said Bayan, crossing her legs " But it seems ... to save this land "

" From the end of the world? " The Ten did not answer. Shynarim sighed and continued. She shouldn't give in to emotions now " Why did Vanya consider herself ordinary? "

" He made Alison use her hearing " There was no need to ask any further. Shynarim understood what Alison had ordered then.

" And the Sparrow Academy? "

" I didn't know about them. Reginald apparently knew, but could not understand where they were " Shynarym nodded and looked at Aruzhan. She just looked at her sister, looking for kindness and mercy in them. She really wanted her sister, when she told about everything, would look at her with care. But that did not happen. Bayan did not look at her as a little girl, no. She looked at her with some kind of respect. This certainly made the Eight happy, but she wants her sister to be ... like a sister. Shynarym and Bayan knew what she wants. The brown-haired woman understood that her friend would perceive them not both as family, and as friends, and at the same time, as strangers. 《And it was you who told us about the changes?》 The brown-haired woman grinned at her thoughts.

" What happened to you when he sent Luther to the moon? " Aruzhan asked suddenly. Bayan pondered, remembering those events, and a minute later replied that she herself went on assignments, stopping criminals.

" But, a year later, he said that I would not do this, and became more detached " Aruzhan and Shynarym exchanged glances " Then, the day before his death, he told me ... 《I was secretly proud you》 " Aruzhan widened her eyes in surprise. Reginald Hargreaves himself said he was proud of them? All of them? Seriously? " I will immediately answer the emerging question. Reginald killed himself, so that all of you would come here, and will rejoice again "

" WHAT ?! " Aruzhan jumped up from the chair. Her chair fell to the floor with a crash, and Klaus came running into the kitchen " If this is a joke, then it’s not funny! " Aruzhan hissed furiously, but as soon as she saw the seriousness in her sister’s eyes, she retreated " Crazy ... "

" Hey, are you all right? " Klaus asked. Shynarim smiled and answered that everything was fine. Klaus shrugged and left. Aruzhan sighed and covered her mouth with her mouth. His eyes stung from tears. A gamut of emotions rages in her head, then she is glad that Bayan opened up to her, then in a rage that Reginald did so stupidly, then in sadness that Reginald sacrificed himself for the sake of vossidinenie, but it did not work out. For some time she felt sorry for him, but no.

So the three girls talked until three in the morning. They were not in the least bit tired, they were only glad that for several hours they became the most ordinary teenagers who fiercely discussed everything in the world, forgetting all the problems associated with the academy. And yet, they knew that sooner or later they would have to be so serious that they would not even listen to their feelings. They knew it very well. There are already many plans in their minds associated with the Sparrow Academies. Until then, they were just chatting.

Alison slept on Luther, her head resting on his strong shoulders. And Claire slept in his lap, holding a teddy bear she called Spaceboy. This made the giant's heart melt.

Five put the photograph of the family on the table, his eyes resting on Eight. Today she showed herself to be a vulnerable and defenseless girl, and the Five promised himself that he would not give him offense. And not only her, but her entire family. Today they almost lost Vanya, but thank God that she managed to survive.

Diego was asleep on the table, and on the monitor one could see footage of one girl trying to escape from the grasp of a man, but he only slaps her in the face and leads her away. A minute passes, and the man leaves the corner of the house, then runs away. The girl is dead. And Diego is going to see this part of the recording tomorrow.

Vanya opened her eyes. The headache stopped hurting and she sat down on the bed. Klaus, who was sitting next to her, handed her a glass of water.

" Thank you " Vanya smiled, taking a sip of water, " What happened? "

" Well no. I just didn't want you to wake up here alone. I remember when I, alone, woke up here, horrified by such darkness ... " said Klaus in a melancholy and sad voice. Vanya, pursing her lip, put her hand on the palm of Klaus. Her smile made the man smile too. The brown-haired man, as if by the touch of a finger, began to talk about his life, so that Vanya would feel needed and happy. And he did it.

Grace sat in an armchair, looking at the portraits on the walls. She remembered the days when she was human. Then she could feel things, feel herself, warmth, cold. EVERYTHING. But, she was grateful to Reginald for giving her a second life, just like Pogo.

Ben sat alone on the living room sofa as soon as he had examined his entire family. The family is so close, but at the same time so close. The feeling of loneliness did not leave him, but he held on. He kept not to cry, he kept not to shout to his dear people that he was here. However, every time he recalled the moment when he was finally able to touch his sister and hug, and say that he was bored.

The Umbrella Academies have yet to face difficulties, but let them rest while ...

[leapmore-fallmore-flymore]

Random study abroad memories

-dancing at the club on Rachael’s last night

-standing on the fort at Cahersiveen, looking at the world

-Flo saying he wanted to be the pope’s sugar daddy

-Morgan running into the construction sign in Rome

-getting duped into paying for a string bracelet

-singing in the car in Iceland

-photobombing that couple’s picture in the blue lagoon

-getting the police called for climbing on a photo booth

-that really funny politics class where Ms. McGarry then said I seemed jolly

-colorful buildings

-making an Irish friend, Susie, on the way home from Switzerland

-people speaking to me in Italian or French after I said buongiorno or merci

-being sassy with joe: saying I’ve never bought a house, saying I loved the view of the parking lot, but also answering his questions about America

-doing really well on the Irish oral

-Karol giving me the intermediate Irish book for free and saying I could email him with questions

-Karol seeing me on campus and going “delaney, good!” And me now knowing how to respond

-all the sex references in folklore with Shane (vulva, making butter, mashed potatoes, teenagers)

-just chilling in my bed, warm, with the rain outside, happy in the knowledge that I’m on my own here and I’m doing fine. That the panic attacks are coming but I keep doing things like they’re not even there. Knowing that I’ve traveled the world with friends I never thought I’d be able to make, but also by myself because I’m relentlessly confident and capable. Knowing that I made an initially terrifying place a home that will never leave my heart, and I learned to love everything about it. Knowing that maybe I fall in love with people I barely know, with places I’ll never see again, with moments and with feelings too easily, but it’s okay. This semester was the most exciting of my life, and it helped me grow so much. But every year just gets better, doesn’t it? It will hurt so much to leave, because you’ll miss having classes you legitimately enjoyed, you’ll miss Cork and its beauty and perfect size, you’ll miss the friends you made who became family - you took care of eachother and traveled together and made promises to write postcards and see eachother again someday, you’ll miss the teachers who were kind to you, you’ll miss your gorgeous school that felt more right than OSU, you’ll miss having an apartment of your own in IRELAND, you’ll miss feeling like you were doing something big (but that feeling will come again), you’ll miss feeling that every day is new and exciting (but if you try hard enough, you can do that at home, too), you’ll miss cheap flights to amazing and stunning new countries, you’ll miss Ireland’s beautiful scenery and the knowledge that your ancestors are near you, you’ll miss the burgers, you’ll miss the independence, but you won’t miss that weird meaty sewage smell that comes out sometimes?

-learning to cook pasta and salmon from Ane

-Sophia never changing the toilet paper roll

-hot water only between 6 and noon!

-paying so much for electricity

-putting up ghost lights and then tinsel

-the secret Santa, where you had Ane and Flo had you

-Halloween, where you were exhausted but you had fun putting on makeup with Flo and Rachael, then the amazing parade, then meeting up with everyone, doing your first tequila shot, arguing with a nazi

-being known as the short, young, independent, fearless one who’s not afraid to go alone

-FaceTiming rose, David, Rebekah, Carrie/Alison/Bailey/claire, callie, my family at thanksgiving

-the 8 or 9 hour time difference, depending on where I was, and having to wait til 2 or 3 to start talking to my friends and family at home

-really good salmon!

-st. Finnbarr’s cathedral, your favorite and the most gorgeous building in cork

-standing in the kitchen at any time of day, just gazing out the window at the rolling hills and trees in the distance, or the sprawling city, or the sky, or the trains flying by or creaking to a stop

-awful bus service!

-the peaceful 45 min walk to school every day

-that baffling final that started with a 25 min fire alarm

-watching the vagina show with Ane

-writing my columns and having them turn out so long because I learned so much from the people around me about their cultures and I had so much to say

-the aching sadness that presented around the halfway mark as I realized I’d have to leave this moment in time behind and that things would never be the same

-the amazement that I could’ve been so utterly terrified by the thought of this experience, that my conceptions were completely wrong - that id travel alone mostly and that I’d eat a lot more potatoes and that I’d be having panic attacks all the time

-the panic attacks were less than you expected, happily, but they did start waking you up for sleep, which didn’t happen before

-running around London with Ethan at night and spontaneously going on that spinny ride with the operators who were high on weed

-getting pizza with Morgan at sliced that one time where she just asked a random Irish person what their favorite place to get pizza was

-orchard thieves

-carlsberg is disgusting and Guinness - only mildly better

-making friends with adorable Ben

-covering my room in sticky notes to learn irish

-Sophia always asking what I’m cooking and me always having to answer either pasta or eggs

-chocolate muffin and Innocent juice from UCC cafeteria

-less than great and very personal memory: randomly getting obsessed with Ms. McGarry & her opinion of my and my academics because she’s everything I want to be when I grow up - kind, organized, in control, a strong woman in a position of power, handles questions amazingly, confident walk, gorgeous, nerdy, slightly awkward, impeccable style. But also, realizing that I’m a solid person in my own right and I don’t need her approval. But it still stinging anyway when I felt that she had liked me more at the beginning and less when she got to know me.

-everything about finding the grave. (See fb profile picture)

-arguing with the cab driver about trump

-learning it was pronounced Merchant’s Key and not Merchant’s Quay like it LOOKS

-going to the Christmas market with Ane, getting hot chocolate that was more chocolatey than in America, and then going on the Ferris wheel

-the slight feeling of omnipotency right after takeoff on a plane

-possibly having scabies

-possibly having a sinus infection

-enjoying those gorgeous bus rides through the Irish countryside and wishing they would never end

-that first weekend when you went to Kinsale and Charles Fort by yourself and everything was perfect and peaceful and you realized that everything was going to be okay

-drinking bad limoncello out of my bone mug in Rome

-the selfie stick in Rome

-playing never have I ever in dingle peninsula and not getting to put a single finger down the whole game

-losing my student ID twice, mike finding it the second time

-Morgan coming to hang out with me in the library and then as we’re leaving casually informing me that she’s tripping on acid

-doing so many readings for poverty in one day

-love. Scarf from rose, letter from Rebekah, embroidery from tianna. Then, letters from the Wongs, books from the Kools

-sending postcards and being surprised that it only took them two weeks to get home

-getting the cute €6 sweater from the sketchy open market in Rome and being afraid to watch it

-Morgan pantomiming penis in the word game

-the word game in general

-that first lunch with Emily that wasn’t even awkward

-talking with our friend, the old Irish man at the hostel in Cahersiveen

-biking all over Valentia island, painfully, and then kinda hitchhiking

-almost getting denied the flight to rome because we forgot the visa check

-me bailing on the trip to Edinburgh because my anxiety was too bad

-learning about the O’Sheas of West Kerry being connected to the selkies and the seals

-Prof. O’Machain going “Janey Mack!”

-Joe saying he had good news and bad news, but the bad news was he was gonna let us out an hour early and the good news was he brought sweets

-Anna making me put tea bags on my eyes when I had a cold in Galway

-eating rice pudding and having mulled wine and chugging fireball at Julie’s Christmas party

-making a cake for Sophia’s birthday that somehow turned out okay

-Hard Time Being Alive

-realizing that my cookies cooked so dang fast bc my recipe was in degrees Fahrenheit and the oven was in degrees Celsius

-hearing Sara tell Ane and Sophia that my chocolate chip cookies were the best she’d had, and, the cookies disappearing quickly

-honeycomb ice cream

-letting the soda bread get moldy that first week

-sleeping on the bare mattress the first day because I was too exhausted to get sheets

-wandering around the city searching for food and feeling half dead. Ending up with ice cream and salmon on toast

-going to Powell properties and barely being able to speak out of exhaustion and hunger

-the people smoking weed and the loud music outside the window

-having to ask my roommates to turn down the music

-expensive laundry (€6 total)

-Aaron from next door

-family dinners

-shopping being dangerous because €1 = $1.20

-pronouncing Euro as you-to, you’re grand, thanks a million, that’s craic, you’re very welcome to...., ...like, ...anyway

-rationing my Brooklyn 99 episodes to get me through the first couple of months

-Blarney Castle, where I first joined the group

-Ane telling me that while in Scotland, they talked about how I would’ve been climbing all over everything

[asocier]

tag dump! pt. 4

my old man is a bad man but I can't deny the way he holds my hand; he has me by my heart ( may & nate )

you're in my arms and all the world is calm ( kai & alison )

i’m climbing the ladder and making you badder cause it’s what you need ( mason & emile )

tell me what you want what you like it's okay; i’m a little curious too ( emma & alison )

hey baby won't you look my way; i can be your new addiction ( dakota & cedric )

it feels like my heart is going to burst; when you think of me am i the best you've ever had ( adam & alison )

my love you have found peace; you were searching for release ( james & alison )

tempted by control and controlled by temptations ( nate & cedric )

in my heart you’re a risk i’m willing to take ( eden & alison )

you do it for her; that is to say; you'll do it for him ( emile & alison )

i know you’re strong but you don’t have to be alone ( claire & alison )

[asocier]

( private verse ) handler and hound -- one. 

          "i hope this is about a promotion.”

          “oh, that’s funny.”

          “i wasn’t trying to be funny.”

          judging by her supervisor’s smile, it was clear to alison that he took no offense to her tone. one of soma’s top field agents, she was a respected figure at headquarters, and this respect wasn’t limited to just those beneath her, either. of course, she knew her place. but a little teasing kept the workplace amusing for her.

          “i think i have something better for you than a promotion.” 

          “really? the last time you said that, you gave me a congratulatory cake.”

          “no, no. no cake this time. even better. have a seat, ms. clair.”

          and he motions to a chair before reaching down to unlock one of the drawers behind his desk. as she takes a seat, she watches him, and she sits up a little taller to see if she could peek over the top of the desk to catch a glimpse of what her supervisor was fetching. that slight smile on his face -- it suggested a hint of excitement, or perhaps it was amusement. whatever the emotion, it was positive, like it was something he wanted to do. 

          crossing her legs, she waits patiently for the next turn in their conversation, which seemed to have come when a manilla file was slid over the tabletop towards her. a brow arches, and she casts a glance to the man across from her. “read it.” he invites, leaning back in his seat and folding his hands on the wooden desk, that smile of his still lingering. it’s clear she’s hesitant -- files in the past typically meant something serious, and while most of the time they were high stake cases, the circumstance surrounding this file was different. if it was really a mission, there would have been her mission partners here with her. why was she alone?

          “go on, don’t be scared.” gentle coaxing from her supervisor, yet she still didn’t reach out to take the file just yet. though, she did catch the name on the tab on the side of the folder: liu, e. 

          “liu..? is this another attempt at diversifying soma?”

          “don’t talk so bitterly. you haven’t even read what’s inside yet. besides, he’s been with us for a bit, already.” 

          “oh? in what department?”

          “well if you’d just open the file, you’d find out.”

          “okay, okay. we’ll do it your way.” regardless of whether or not it was a purposeful attempt to pique her interest, her supervisor’s words finally pushed her to pull the file towards her, alison opening it slowly so as to not disturb the neat pages that were tucked away behind the cover. a photograph attached with a paperclip to the inside of the folder stuck out, and as brows furrowed, she immediately shifted her attention to what information was printed alongside the picture.

          eden liu, april 2nd, 6′3″, hound. 

          and she continued to study the photograph carefully, alison searching through her memory for instances in which she had seen this face. amber eyes, dark hair -- a hound she had crossed paths with in the training room a few times. a hound associated with handlers she had personally known. why was she holding his file? “what’s the meaning of this?” 

          “isn’t it obvious? surely you’ve seen him around. he’s infamous.” 

          “absolutely not.” her tone was decisive, as if a decision had already been made. 

          “alison, you haven’t even heard me out yet.”

          “no need. you already know where i stand on the matter.” 

          “tsk, tsk. and here i thought you’d give me a chance to explain.”

          “i’m a floater -- i work with other agents who need me. i don’t need a hound.” 

          “well, i’m sorry to say this, but -- you might not work with any other agents if you don’t accept him as your hound.” 

          the ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to have grown louder suddenly. the chattering in the hallway of interns going on their lunch break was distinct as the room fell silent at this news, alison’s heart seeming to beat a little faster now, a little harder. 

          “are -- are you threatening me?”

          “threatening? no. pressuring you? yes. ms. clair -- i’m sure you’re aware of the reputation this hound has among our handlers. as a top agent, i’ve respected your continuous refusal to be assigned a hound despite multiple attempts at persuading you, but i’m afraid your time to refuse has run out.” smiling -- still smiling. as if he was so certain she’d just give in with little fight.

          how out of character it’d be for her to step down when she felt so passionately about the issue at hand. “so what? you’re going to assign him to me so he can tag along my missions? so you can finally get rid of him? i refuse to take on hounds because i think it’s disgusting how disposable this agency views them.”

          “and i respect that. but you truly are soma’s last resort at this point. quite frankly ms. clair, if it wasn’t for your stubborn refusal, i would have assigned him to you initially. imagine how many headaches i could have avoided! imagine how much time we all could have saved as an agency. i’ve taken note of what your conditions were, ms. clair, and he falls within them all.” and a finger jabs at the file that was now in the middle of them, his words emphasized with each motion. 

          “think of how many handlers he’s gone through. and he’s still kicking just the same. think of how many field missions he’s already been on. he’s no rookie, ms. clair. he was no rookie when he first joined soma, either. sure, his technique could use some work, but he has potential. and it’d be a wasted effort if soma didn’t assign him to someone.”

          “then assign him to someone else.”

          “who? tell me who, alison. if i had anyone left to assign him to, you wouldn’t be here. and so i repeat -- if you don’t take him on, you won’t be going on any other missions. you won’t be going back out into the field. you used to be an intern here, correct? i’m sure you still remember how to fulfill some of your intern duties.”

          “tch.” and she purses her lips in response to his remark. how insulting. how unappreciative. after all the work she had done as a field agent, after all the injuries she had sustained while on the job, after all the sexism she had to endure as one of the few female agents employed and trained by soma -- all of that, and the agency still had the audacity to demote her.

          her silence that followed his ultimatum seemed satisfactory to her supervisor. relaxing his frame, he sits back into his chair once more, a hand pushing the manilla folder towards her again. “i suggest you take this and familiarize yourself with the basics. you’ll be meeting him soon, and it’d be in your interest to know what to expect.” a pause then, hands steepling in front of him as he muses. “though -- it might be difficult to really know what to expect. he’s quite the character.” 

          in one ear, and out the other. indignant, she chose to ignore what was being said to her in favor of reading over what was detailed in the file before her. one, two, three, four -- four different handlers. strong combat skills ( no technique -- a rouge fighting style ). previous handlers note traits of impulsiveness, impertinence, and cockiness. a history of minor ( and not so minor ) altercations with other hounds and handlers. multilingual, with the ability to easily code switch. 

          “you hate the fact that hounds are disposable. they’re disposable because of their own incompetence.” she hears the sound of something being placed on the desk, and it draws her attention away from the file. looking up, she’s faced with a box, one that looked vaguely familiar to her. 

          “you recognize this from the collaring ceremonies, yes? you’ll need this after he has been officially assigned to you. shouldn’t take long, just a few documents to process.” and he opens the box, revealing a collar that matched those she had seen on hounds in the training room. beside it was a remote that she frequently saw clipped to the belts of handlers. seeing those two things in front of her so closely made her swallow hard, and strange feelings began to well up inside of her. 

          “you can keep the file. protect it -- we don’t want information to leak. you should expect a meeting with him within the next few days. remember to be nice to him. he should be up to your standards and expectations, but he might challenge them as well. just keep an open mind -- like i said, i would have assigned him to you from the very start. he’s right at your level when it comes to ability. you two will be a great pair.”

          there’s a sudden ring of the telephone then, which causes her to jolt in her seat. an important call, she was told, and she was easily dismissed to go on about the rest of her day. somehow, this whole meeting was a blur to her. going in blind, she wasn’t sure what to expect, but now that she was walking out with the file and collar of her apparently new hound, she was having difficulty processing it all still. a rouge. a rouge hound. a delinquent. she would be his fifth handler, which was plenty more than many hounds at soma could say they had been assigned to. quite frankly, not many lasted to have more than one handler. 

          reckless, she thought, unlocking her office and letting herself in. absolutely reckless how this agency treats them...

          with a sigh, she places everything in her hands on her desk, a slight frown visible as she eyes the box. her attention then returns to the file once more, and with much less hesitation this time, she opens it again, her gaze immediately meeting that of eden’s gaze in the photo. an unforgettable face, for more reasons than one. oh, how the other handlers will talk once they learn who alison’s new assignment will be...

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THE PERFECTIONISTS 1x08 ‘HOOK, LINE AND BOOKER’ THOUGHTS & THEORIES

1x08 OFFICIALLY ONE OF MY FAVOURITE EPISODES OF TP THUS FAR.

- The opening scene was PURE GOLD. I love how they opened it with Mona saying ‘So now that we know that Dana is our A, we have to find out as much about her as possible.” and this brought up a few thoughts, if we look at the timeline or rather evolution of the ‘A’ identity, Dana is most likely the Mona equivalent of A. The A’s progressively got worse from A - Big A??? Bad?? - AD. Dana has her own agenda, and I believe this agenda is completely unrelated to Nolan.

“You want to profile her. I did a report on criminal psychology last year and in order to catch a psychopath you have to identify their personality and behavioural traits so you can know what kind of psychopath you’re dealing with.’ - Caitlin

And Mona replies “Thank you Spencer.” to which Caitlin replies “I’m Caitlin.”

If the writers were to take homage from the books, this quote alone could initiate Caitlin as Nolan’s murderer - We’ve all pointed out the similarities between Caitlin and Spencer and now the show is even connecting them from Caitlin working with Senator Hastings to Mona’s witty little ‘Thank you Spencer’ remark. Why am I making this connection? I talked earlier about the evolution of A and who was our final A? none other than Spencer’s twin, Alex Drake. (Spoiler alert for the TP books)

In the books, Julie is the one who killed Nolan under the personality of Parker, her deceased best friend. Caitlin’s full name is Caitlin Park-Lewis.

It’s possibly a STRETCH but - Caitlin is similar to Spencer, Spencer’s twin was AD, Caitlin is most likely our Julie / Parker equivalent. She could’ve killed Nolan under a different personality?

- What’s on Jeremy’s computer? I’m forever suspicious of Jeremy. He works for Hotchkiss and the encryptions on his laptop are not Hotchkiss encryptions.

- DID YOU MISS ME? Hate all you want but one of the most iconic lines from Pretty Little Liars. Dead girl to dead girl, ‘Did you miss me’ Just this whole scene in general is GREAT. Mona just popping up in classic Mona style all ‘I’m Mona, I stole your RV.” I laughed for a minute straight at the classic ness of this scene and the way Mona holds onto Taylor’s hand and tells her she’ll never be part of the inner circle.

- Mention of the twins. Who are the twins? Marlene, I would be entirely greatful to you if you aren’t hinting at another twin being our murderer.

- Calling it now. The unlikely romance between Ava and Zac. We already have a conversation of him not wanting to be back at square on with her and pretending to like cats to relate to her. The dynamic between them has shifted completely, and FAST. AVA’S SNORT OMG. SHE IS THE CUTEST

- Damn, Ava wasn’t quick enough. Dylan’s tutor is enjoying the file that wasn’t deleted fast enough. Yes Dylan, keep playing and sending over cheat files. Good boy. Model student.

- I dislike it very much when people downplay their work - Jeremy calling his work boring just rubs me the absolute wrong way after I’ve spiritually awoken and worked on my self love. Nobody should play their achievements. ‘Why the sudden interest in my job and my laptop?’ and then proceeds to take a secret phone call.. We are being made to be suspicious of Jeremy and we’ve already had our red herring, Mason and so this could be placing the puzzle pieces together to the picture of Jeremy.

- Speed dating. I have to applaud Marlene for this concept and the part where Alison says ‘I know an Aurguetine baker who makes all his cakes without condoms’ Alison, you know a baker who doesn’t use condoms to make his baked goods? But the condoms are a vital safety requirement for any baker. 😂 He’s correct Alison, you need to stop using apps and get a tutor and I’m pretty sure this guy is happy to supply condoms for the baking you do together :))))

- Mona stop being stubborn. You and Taylor are paying for the same team. Team work is a crucial part of being path of a TEAM. Mona’s always weary of anyone who operates like her.

Mona: What’s you’re favourite colour?

Dana: Blue. Why did you bring Alison to Beacon Heights?

Mona: I didn’t. Miss Hotchkiss did. If you could meet one historical figure who would it be?

Dana: Why do you care?

Mona: can’t answer a question with a question. Didn’t you hear the rules?

Dana: Amelia Aerheart after she went missing

Mona: Of course

Dana: Where’s your safe place?

Mona: if I told you it wouldn’t be safe anymore. Why did you go into law enforcement?

Dana: My younger sister was bullied in high school. She killed herself. Bullies got away with it (WE HAVE OUR ANSWER)

Mona: Bullies.. isn’t it funny that we become the thing that we hate?

- Would someone please inform Dana Booker that she’s no longer part of the FBI and therefore she cannot intrude herself into someone’s home and open with the words ‘I don’t care’. Why does Dana even care where Alison, Caitlin and Ava were the night of Nolan’s murder? She doesn’t have the authority to ask these questions yet here she is pushing boundaries and using blackmail on Dylan.

- Ava and Caitlin bonding. This is what I wanted. I prefer the Dylan and Ava dynamic but I’m all for some women supporting women.

- I’m already dreading coming on to social media and reading through the TP hashtags as I do every week because of the fact that Alison referred to her ex wife whilst getting to know someone else. The Emison hardcores are going to make this entire AMAZING episode about this one little part. I’m tired honestly. Oh and let’s take a moment to remember that Alison Dilaurentis is BISEXUAL - someone whose attracted to both genders.

- The mission statement of BHU is changing to a healthier dynamic and I have to say that makes me happy.

- Jeremy slamming that laptop shut when Caitlin walks in the room. What are you hiding Jeremy in your secret files? He’s very very secretive, his expression changes and suddenly he has to leave but not before telling Caitlin he loves her. Is this one of those remember I love you when you find out mydark secret I’ve been keeping from you instances?

- I am still suspicious of Claire. She’s changed the policies of BHU just as Taylor gets back and is acting like the loving mother.

- I’m Caitlin. I’d follow Jeremy too. Look at him being all possessive of that secret ass encrypted laptop.

- Booker is genuinely annoying creating an alibi for Dylan for her own gain. Omg. I didn’t even know Mona and Ava were there listening and recording that exchange between Dylan and Dana.

- I never thought I’d need to hear Stitches played on the cello but Hello cello, you satisfy me with Shawn Mendes. So many flashback montages in this episode. That’s something I loved about the original.

- Alison and Mona having a stable friendship is exactly what I needed. This is what I wanted when Alison came back. At least in their adult years, I wanted Mona and Alison to put everything aside.

- Marlene’s strong attributes - the music choices. I’ve always loved the music selection in the show and this song playing over the scene of Mona deleting Mason’s message is beautiful.

- Why are Mona’s love interest always men with names beginning with M? I mean I’ll always love what was of Mona and Mike but I’m happy to see her happy with someone again.

- Omg when Jeremy told Caitlin to get in the car, it instantly took me back to Spencer and Mona in the car when Mona revealed herself as A. What if Jeremy reveals he killed Nolan in the next episode to Caitlin

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SHIP TAGS

my old man is a bad man but I can’t deny the way he holds my hand; he has me by my heart ( may & nate )

you’re in my arms and all the world is calm ( kai & alison )

i’m climbing the ladder and making you badder cause it’s what you need ( mason & emile )

tell me what you want what you like it’s okay; i’m a little curious too ( emma & alison )

hey baby won’t you look my way; i can be your new addiction ( dakota & cedric )

it feels like my heart is going to burst; when you think of me am i the best you’ve ever had ( adam & alison )

my love you have found peace; you were searching for release ( james & alison )

tempted by control and controlled by temptations ( nate & cedric )

in my heart you’re a risk i’m willing to take ( eden & alison )

you do it for her; that is to say; you’ll do it for him ( emile & alison )

i know you’re strong but you don’t have to be alone ( claire & alison )

anytime i’m alone i can’t help thinking about you; all i need honestly is just me and you ( akihito & leah )

you touched my heart and then gave me yours; i was so afraid i tried to ignore all the butterflies ( ayleen & leah )

cause she’s a koala tea friend ( ayleen & aito )

let’s not put a label on it let’s keep it fun; we don’t put a label on it so we can run free ( james & leah )

you send me back on my heels; i think i like you ( kyle & leah )

his hands on my flesh; so gentle yet commanding ( marcelo & leah )

rule number four gotta be looking pure; kiss him goodbye at the door and leave him wanting more ( may & leah )

he set fire to the world around him but never let a flame touch her ( mo & leah )

even storms can’t tear us apart ( shiloh & aito )

you don’t have to be scared you’re not enough ( shiloh & leah )

even heaven can’t keep me from you; the only heaven i’ll be sent to is when i’m alone with you ( sorun & leah )

i will tell you i love you; but the muffs on your ears will cater your fears ( yua & leah )

the right to love many at once ( dakota & may & alison )

we talk a big game; that’s how we relate; so you’ll pitch and i’ll catch ( kyle & aito )

i’m the best at being your best friend ( eden & aito )

somewhere along the way i grew fond of you ( eden & emile )

death sits in the seat next to me; we make a lovely couple ( sangwoo & leah )

if you kiss me i might let it happen ( atlas & alison )

she’s sweet like candy in my veins ( ophelia & emile )

i know we’re better than giving up; you and i both know that we’re not done ( aleks & emile )

i really hope that you find happiness; and the book you write’s magnificent ( cedric & alison )

you drive me crazy; and i want everybody to know ( marcus & leah )

i feel like i’m dying; tell me if it’s worth it ( yunuen & leah ) 

i bet she’s got that touch that makes you fall in love ( ophelia & leah )

please always be in reach ( famiglia amoretto & leah )

people are good at heart ( takahashi•kai & leah )

no grave can hold my body down; i’ll crawl home to her ( lanzo & alison )

everything is better with you; everything has been better since you ( marcelo & alison & leah )

i can’t deny your appetite; you’ve got a fetish for my love ( marcelo & alison )

general tag ( ship )

i never craved attention until i held yours ( ezra & leah )

how wonderful life is with you in the world ( lanzo & aito )

how could i go and quit knowing we're the right fit; i only want your body ( claudio & leah )

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//mini tag dump !

( private verse ) not your baby; but he's mine

i know you’re strong but you don’t have to be alone ( claire & alison )

the right to love many at once ( dakota & may & alison )