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Sacrifice and Loyalty

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Angstpril 2024 | Day 12 | Prompt 12: A Little Too Late

Rated: G | Words: 561 | Summary: Missing scene between episodes 3x11 and 3x12. | Character Focus: Crosshair, Hunter

Spoilers for Season 3 Episodes 11 & 12

The moment Hunter slips through the door, he knows something is desperately wrong. The needled talons of dread claw up his throat from the pit of his stomach. He tries to swallow it back, but it lodges tightly just behind his tongue.

Hunter takes in the occupants of the space. Wrecker, still unconscious, and Crosshair, sitting next to him with his rifle propped at the ready against his thigh. Their sister’s absence is cavernous.

“Where’s Omega?” Hunter asks.

Crosshair’s shoulders rise and fall as he takes a deep breath. He stands, leaning his rifle against the wall, and turns to face Hunter head on.

“Omega turned herself in.” Crosshair states it, voice pressed flat of emotion. His hand trembles at his side, unchecked, as Crosshair looks anywhere but Hunter’s face. “She…” his dull voice catches, “She did it to save Pabu. They wouldn’t have stopped searching until they found her. It was only a matter of time.” He glances down, notices his hand and grips it in the other. “I tried to reason with her. She knew the risks.

“But I failed to protect her,” Crosshair continues. “I was supposed to get a tracker on the ship, but I missed. I missed, and she doesn’t know. She trusted me to make the shot, and I missed.” He fists his trembling hand. “I’m sorry, Hunter.”

The initial, reactive twist of Hunter’s features as the news settles is hidden behind his helmet. They just got her back, and the Empire snatched her away again. Righteous anger burns deep, and it takes every piece of Hunter’s exhausted resolve not to become violent, to throw something, break something, destroy something. It isn’t fair, what this galaxy has taken from them, has done to them, over and over again.

Hunter takes a staggered step forward, and Crosshair flinches. It is subtle, almost imperceptible. But Hunter sees it, and his heart fractures further. His anger does not extend to Crosshair. How could it, when he sees his own turmoil and regret reflected in his little brother’s averted eyes? Hunter puts his anger away, thrusts it into the darkest corner of his mind to fester, and reaches up to take off his helmet. Crosshair’s gaze slides over to meet his as soon as his face is exposed.

“I know you did everything you could,” Hunter says. He swallows. There is no comfort in the truth, just the reality. “Omega would have gone with or without you backing her up.”

Hunter remembers seeing his sister after he and Wrecker were captured, small and fierce, energy bow drawn, refusing to hide away if there was any possibility of saving her brothers. Omega isn’t a soldier, but loyalty and sacrifice are saturated in her blood. Just like Tech.

Naked surprise twitches Crosshair’s expression before settling back into careful neutral. He nods stiffly, looking away. “She put the people of Pabu before herself, risked everything so that we might find Tantiss. I was ambushed by troopers when I was lining up the shot for the tracker. I…I couldn’t recover my position in time…”

Hunter rests a hand on Crosshair’s pauldron. “Omega won’t blame you, Cross. I don’t blame you. We’ll find her again.”

Crosshair swallows visibly and steadies himself before looking Hunter in the eye again. A small, despondent smile quirks the edge of his lips. “Not if she finds us first.”

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orangedodge · 4 years

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About that season 2 tease...

I've enjoyed the Mandalorian very much so far, and think Jon Favreau has done a splendid job in developing it. I've really liked what Dave Filoni has done in his stewardship of the Star Wars TV universe as well, and I still wish they'd been put in charge of the films. But barring the possibility of a huge second season reversal and misdirect, I cannot fathom the narrative intent behind establishing "the Purge" as a tragedy that occurred after Rebels, instead of during the Empire's early occupation. Again, perhaps it's only a misdirect, and Moff Gideon acquiring the Darksaber is not proof that the Empire defeated Bo-Katan and destroyed Mandalore a second time. But as that is definitely what the showrunners want the audience to take out of the season finale, let's go over a few of the horrible implications that arise from assuming its truth:

1. It retroactively validates all of Sabine Wren's worst instincts, and says that she was wrong to ever place her trust in outsiders, to believe in the Rebellion as a cause, or to live her life according to the morals her foster parents instilled in her. Instead, basic storytelling logic now implies that her downfall came in choosing not to be a monster, and that if she had followed her Imperial training and committed war crimes, and left the Rebel Alliance to its own fate instead of continuing to work with them, her civilization would have survived.

2. It makes the entire leadership of the Rebel Alliance, from Mon Mothma down, look unforgivably callous to the needs of the only people who have ever bothered to show up for them. The Alliance was trapped and in danger of failing years before Rogue One when the Mandalorians risked everything, and endangered the success of their own resistance movement, to save them. All throughout the back half of Rebels, the Alliance is consistently willing to use the Mandalorians as a shield against the Empire, while being reluctant to let even five people volunteer to help them in return, and now we're left with the implication that it was the only assistance they ever gave them at all. It was one thing to have the political heads of the Alliance prevaricate and show reluctance to commit to their own values, when people like Leia, and Jyn, and Hera were always going to be there to force the issue anyway. But are we now to assume that even they only make those gambles for other Rebels?

3. It casts a shadow over all of Filoni's other work. The Mandalorians have been with us since the beginning of Clone Wars, and their fate has been the longest running subplot, throughout three full shows, spanning more than a decade of film and animation. What did it matter, if they all died anyway once they'd outlived their usefulness to the Rebellion? Who should care that Sabine watched over Lothal for Ezra, if she lost everything she fought for in the meantime? Why bother watching the upcoming Clone Wars revival, detailing Ahsoka's liberation of Mandalore, if LucasFilm wants us to think that this is where it all inevitably ends up? Their tale of persistent defiance and finding a way to always survive and rebuild has its own merit, but at some point the characters that the audience has actually spent years and years getting to know deserve to share in some of the fairy tale optimism of the setting.

I wouldn't even call this turn "bad writing" because it actually does a lot to explain why precisely no one seemed to care when the New Republic fell in the sequel trilogy. The New Republic being the extension of the Rebel Alliance, if this is the level of care they showed to their earliest supporters, what good were they to anyone? To repeat, I just do not understand the intent behind this decision at all, or why Filoni and Favreau would want for it to define the tone of their story.

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Don’t Dream It’s Over Chapter 5

Series Summary: Liam and Ali thought that their relationship was perfect, but their whole world came crashing down when Constantine called him back to Cordonia. Four years later they meet again at Liam’s bachelor party, determined to make things between them work even if it isn’t always easy.

In this AU, Liam and MC (Ali Moonessar) dated for a year in New York while Leo was still crown prince. They broke up when Constantine asked Liam to come back to Cordonia, but they meet again at Liam’s bachelor party before the social season. The story will contain flashbacks, which will be italicized, of their relationship and follow them as they try to navigate the season with Ali as a suitor. I’ve messed around with the timeline a bit so that it fits the story better. I’ve also added in a few OCs of my own.

Pairing: Liam x MC (Ali Moonessar)

Word Count: 3,316

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A/N: In this chapter you’ll get to learn a bit more about Ali’s family.

This is my first time ever posting a fic. Please let me know if you enjoyed it and would like to read more. I thrive on validation, lol. Thanks for reading!

TRIGGER WARNING: Nothing too serious but a few mentions of anxiety

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Ali pulled another dress over her head and sighed as she watched it drop onto the increasingly large clothing pile on the floor. She had been trying to figure out what to wear for the past two hours, but everything in her closet seemed to look wrong. All of her insecurities seemed to be clawing their way out today, and everything seemed to make her look frumpy or cling to her stomach too much.

“Did a tornado rip through your closet?” Emma asked, strolling into the room.

She bent over and started rifling through the pile of clothes on the floor.

“What’s wrong with this one?” she asked, holding up a short blue dress.

“It makes me look fat,” Ali said, rifling through some hangers.

Emma rolled her eyes and dropped the dress back into the pile. She was used to her best friend berating her body because she had been doing it for years, but that didn’t mean that she was okay with it.

“No, it doesn’t. Besides, you know that your wardrobe isn’t the only thing bothering you. What’s wrong?” she argued, dropping down onto the bed.

Ali groaned angrily and sat down next to her. The other woman was right. The anxieties she had about the evening and her impending choice to follow Liam back to Cordonia were making her harsher on herself than usual. But, that didn’t mean she was in the mood to talk about her feelings. However, she knew that Emma wouldn’t leave her alone until she did.

“I haven’t been this nervous about a date since the first time I went out with Liam,” she said, resting her head on the blonde girl’s shoulder.

“Good nervous or bad nervous?”

“I’d have to give up everything to be with him, but at the same time I can’t imagine letting him go again,” she said.

“Just because it’s a change doesn’t mean you have to give everything up. Just because you won’t be living with us anymore, doesn’t mean we won’t still be a family. The only thing you’re really giving up is your shitty waitress job,” Emma reasoned.

Ali thought about what she said for a moment. It made sense, but Emma seemed to oversimplify it. Deciding to move to a whole different country was a big decision, especially if the only reason she was doing it was for a guy.

“And on a more shallow note, I want him to think I look nice,” she said in a small, embarrassed voice.

Emma smirked and rested her chin on top of her friend’s head.

“Good nervous, then. You know, I’m sure you could wear a potato sack, and the man would still think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world,” she said, a fond smile on her face.

Emma had always liked Liam. She had been upset for her friend when he left, but she had liked him. He was good for Ali. Ali had a tendency to get in her head and let her anxieties and insecurities get the best of her, but Liam had always had a way of pulling her out of it. He always seemed to know what to say when she was having a bad day, whether that be because of her mental health or because of a stressful week of classes. He had been so obviously head over heels in love with her, and he knew how to bring out the best side of her. They both had a way of doing that for each other.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not true,” Ali said, rolling her eyes and walking back to the closet.

“He still looks at you the same way, you know,” she persisted.

“What way?”

“Like you’re the light of his life. His reason for waking up in the morning,” she said, swooning dramatically, before bursting into a fit of giggles.

Ali threw a romper at her and watched as she dodged it just before it hit her in the face.

“Shut up!”

Emma laughed and walked back over to the pile on the floor, sifting through it and pulling out a simple black dress.

“Wear this. It’s simple enough for what he has planned, but it shows just enough cleavage to keep things interesting,” she said, suggestively raising one of her eyebrows.

“You know what he has planned?”

Emma nodded and walked out the door without saying another word.

Ali dressed quietly before observing her reflection critically in the mirror. She sighed, pulling at the hem of the dress nervously.

“Ali!” she heard Cole’s voice call out for her.

She looked down at her phone and felt the corners of her mouth tug up into a small smile. It was 6:59 PM. Liam always was punctual. She took a deep breath, pulled on her shoes, and made her way out to the living room.

Liam was standing in the middle of the living room with a few grocery bags in his hand, and Cole and Ezra were standing next to him, trying unsuccessfully to make themselves look intimidating.

“Okay, boys, come along,” Emma said, placing her hands on both of their shoulders. “Have fun.”

She threw Ali a smile over her shoulder and led the guys out of the apartment. Ali waved goodbye awkwardly and looked over at Liam questioningly.

“I wanted to make you dinner. I convinced them to leave the apartment for the night,” he said raising the bags in his hands.

“How did you manage that?” she asked, taking one of the bags from him and walking over to the kitchen.

“Well, I didn’t do it so much as I asked Emma to,” he confessed, pulling a smile from Ali.

She began emptying the grocery bag and had to refrain herself from laughing as she looked over canned tomatoes, package of uncooked spaghetti, and various herbs.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked, smiling widely and turning to look at him.

“I know it didn’t exactly go well the first time, but I promise I’m better at it now,” he said, walking up to her and placing his hands on her waist. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

Even in her heels he needed to lean down a considerable amount to press the small kiss to her forehead. He was about to pull away, when she made a split second decision and grabbed onto his cheeks with both of her hands. She pushed herself up onto her toes the best she could in her heels and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Thank you, and I’m helping this time. I still don’t know how you managed to ruin boxed spaghetti like that,” she said, pulling away and moving over to the cabinet where she and the Larsons kept their pots and pans.

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Ali took a deep breath before knocking on the door to Liam’s apartment. This was their first real date. Well, technically it was their second. The “first” had been when he decided to tag along with her and the kids she was babysitting as they went to a small cafe after a library visit.

To say she was nervous was an understatement. She was excited too, of course. She had been practically bouncing in place when he called and asked to see her again, but she was definitely nervous.

“Hey, you look beautiful,” Liam said, opening the door to let her in.

He pulled her into a hug and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead before shutting the door behind her. Ali couldn’t help but notice that his face was flushed and his hair was mussed slightly.

She took in the large apartment. It was filled with modern furniture, and the tall windows in the living room gave a beautiful view of the lights from the buildings around them. She followed Liam into the spacious kitchen where a few pots and pans were set up on the stove, one of them emitting copious amounts of smoke.

“Your apartment is gorgeous,” she said, looking out at the counter where she could see all of the ingredients necessary for pasta and homemade tomato sauce spread out.

There as a smaller dining room table set up a little way off from the kitchen with two place settings and a few candles.

“Do you cook very often?” she asked, as she watched him open a bottle of wine and pour two glasses for them.

“Not… exactly,” he said, smiling sheepishly.

“Oh?” she asked hesitantly.

She wasn’t trying to offend him, but when he had offered to make her dinner she assumed that he had some kind of cooking experience. It didn’t help that he was looking slightly frantic.

“I’m not very much of a chef, but this is a recipe that my mother used to make when I was a child. She wasn’t the best cook either, but this was the one thing she always made well,” he said with a fond smile. “I thought I would give it a try myself.”

“Do you need any help?” she asked.

“No, just relax,” he said, handing one of the glasses and motioning for her to sit down at one of the stools by the kitchen counter. “I think it’s almost done.”

Ali did as he instructed and took a sip of the dark liquid. She had never been much of a wine person. Being a broke college student meant that she typically went with whatever alcohol she could afford. However, Ali took one more quick glance around the apartment and concluded that Liam probably didn’t have the same problem. She typically tried not to judge financial status based on where a person lived considering she herself lived in a penthouse even though she was drowning in student debt and barely made any money babysitting. But, it was obvious from the way Liam dressed and carried himself that he had expensive tastes and was able to afford his lifestyle. It wasn’t that he was pompous or arrogant, but he did seem to carry himself with an air of confidence. Or, at least he usually seemed to.

“Are you sure you don’t want a hand?” she asked again, as he cursed under his breath.

He was lifting the lid of the smoking pot with one oven-mitt covered hand and holding a piece of parmesan cheese awkwardly with the other as if he didn’t know what to do with it.

“Um, no. Everything’s okay,” he said, turning to her a strained smile on his face.

Ali held back a laugh as a timer went off on his phone, and his eyes widened dramatically.

“What was that for?” he mumbled to himself frantically.

She pushed herself off of the stool and took the cheese from his hand, placing it on the counter. A faint burning smell was filling the air, and he seemed to panic even more.

“Liam, just breathe for a second. Turn off the alarm,” she instructed.

He nodded and silenced the noise before turning back to her for further instructions. She kicked off her heels and slipped the oven mitt off of his hand before placing it on her own.

Upon opening the first pot she was met with the sight of clearly overcooked spaghetti. It seemed that Liam hadn’t boiled enough water in the first place and had then left the pasta on the heat for too long. The noodles were floating in about an inch of water, and most of them seemed to be stuck together.

Ali turned off the heat and transferred the pot onto one of the cool burners before moving to the next one, which seemed to be the source of the burning smell. This pot had been the one he was attempting to make the sauce in. When she stirred the contents, she realized that they began to stick to the bottom of the container. She turned the burner off and moved the pan off of the heat before turning to look at him with a mixture of a cringe and a smile on her face.

“So, the pasta may be a little over cooked, and the sauce may have some… charred bits, but I’m sure it’ll still taste fine,” she said in a voice that didn’t sound at all convincing.

Liam sighed, a disappointed look in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s still pretty early. I know a great pizza place about fifteen minutes away. They deliver,” she said, taking out her phone and already dialing the number.

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“It wasn’t that bad,” Liam laughed as he prepared to snap the bundle of spaghetti in half.

“Liam, that spaghetti was both overcooked and undercooked at the same time. Wait! Don’t do that!” she laughed, putting down the piece of garlic that she was mincing.

“I was trying to fit it in the pot.”

“Isn’t it like completely against all cooking rules?” she said, rummaging through the cabinet to get a bigger pot.

“Is that really a thing?”

“I think so,” she responded, filling the pot with water and letting it boil as she returned to the garlic.

Liam came up behind her and pressed his chest against her back, his arms wrapping around her waist as he watched her work in silence. She finished up what she was doing and made sure that the tomato sauce was cooking on the stove before turning to look at him, catching sight of the parmesan on the counter from the corner of her eye.

“Hey, if I lean my head back will you grate cheese into my mouth?” she asked with a wide smile.

Liam threw his head back and laughed.

“Wait, you’re serious?” he questioned, his eyebrows raised at her ridiculous request.

“Completely.”

He rolled his eyes playfully and took the cheese in one hand and the grater in the other. He positioned it perfectly so that the small shreds of cheese fell directly into her mouth as he began to grate it. She chewed on the cheese happily as she brought her head back up and placed the items back on the counter.

“Did you enjoy that?” Liam asked, looking her over with an amused expression.

“Oh, definitely,” she said, walking over to where he had taken a seat at the kitchen table.

He carefully brushed the remnants of cheese off of the front of her dress, and she looked down at him fondly. He smiled back up at her, his arms curling around her hips and pulling her so that she was standing between his open legs.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he said. “I don’t think I know anyone else who would have done that.”

“You mean no one in Cordonia likes to have fun?” she joked, watching as he threw his head back and laughed.

“Not quite like that,” he responded, pulling her into a soft kiss.

She kissed him back lovingly, running her fingers slowly through his hair.

“I missed you too,” she whispered against his lips.

The pair stayed wrapped in each other’s embrace, their lips moving together slowly as their food cooked on the stove. They were pulled out of their bubble by the timer going off on Ali’s phone. They moved away from each other and finished making dinner in a comfortable silence.

The recipe was simple enough, and spaghetti with tomato sauce wasn’t a crazy concept, so Ali was surprised to realize just how flavorful the food actually was when she took the first bite.

“Okay, we have to do the Lady and the Tramp thing before we finish,” she said as their meal progressed.

She put one strand of spaghetti in her mouth and watched with enjoyment as Liam struggled to put the other end in his without breaking it They both began to move toward each other, the strand of pasta getting smaller as it disappeared into their respective mouths. Their lips met in a playful kiss in the middle, and Ali pulled back with a satisfied smile. As they looked into each other’s eyes, she fought back the urge to tell him that she loved him, opting instead to make small talk.

“So catch me up on everything,” she said, turning back to her food and allowing them to fall into an easy conversation.

After dinner they retired to the couch, bellies full and both completely relaxed.

“Dinner was amazing. I still can’t believe you fucked the recipe up that much the first time,” Ali laughed as she lay back.

Her feet were propped up in Liam’s lap, and he was gently massaging them as she lay across the couch, her head resting on the arm of it. She was glad that they had been able to do his mother’s recipe justice. Everything turned out perfect this time.

“Well, in my defense, I’d never tried cooking before that point,” he said.

“You literally couldn’t boil water,” she argued.

Liam rolled his eyes good-naturedly and smiled at her.

“Just out of curiosity, how expensive was that bottle of wine? The one we drank that night.”

“I’m not sure. Maybe three or four hundred dollars,” he answered, causing her to laugh.

“So we drank $400 wine with pizza that cost about $15. Wow, that’s like a perfect representation of our relationship,” she joked.

“How do you mean?” he asked, moving his hand up to massage her calf.

Ali sighed contentedly at his actions, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her body.

“Expensive and put together,” she said, pointing at him. “And not,” she gestured back to herself.

Liam looked at her curiously for a moment, but didn’t respond, and the two of them settled into a comfortable silence. It was easy for them to be together like this. It was comfortable, and it felt natural. It felt right. But, they weren’t allowed to have this. They weren’t allowed to have a simple life together like this.

“What are you thinking about?” Liam said quietly, pulling Ali out of her thoughts.

Ali looked into his eyes and pulled herself up into a sitting position. She began fiddling with the top button of his shirt nervously.

“I’m happy, but I wish I wasn’t.” “Why?” he asked, his touch gentle against the skin of her thigh.

“Because this isn’t fair. None of this is. I should have to uproot my entire life to be happy with you,” she said, looking up and realizing how close her face was to his.

“I know. I hate that you have to,” he whispered. “I wish I could give you the life together I promised you back then. I wish I could give everything you deserve.”

Ali’s heart was hammering in her chest as she felt his breath on her face. He was saying all of the right things. It was somehow everything she wanted to hear, but also the worst thing she could imagine. She wanted to say no to going back with him. She wanted to believe that all of her feelings for him were gone, so she would be able to go on living her regular life and pretend like this never happened once he was gone again.

But, she knew there was no hope of that as she found herself reaching up to pull him into a kiss. She threw one leg over his lap, straddling him as her kisses became more frantic. Liam’s hand gripped the back of her thighs roughly as his lips moved against hers. She tugged on his hair, and he broke away from her mouth before beginning to press kisses down her jaw and neck. After a moment he pulled away from her skin, trying his best to restrain himself.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” he asked, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

She pulled him back into another kiss. This one slower and more passionate.

“Not at all.”

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shaolinbynature · 7 years

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The Alison We See Isn’t Alison

This isn’t some elaborate theory but more focused on the little things that I’ve side-eyed. Have you noticed when Alison got back, she’s been more lowkey and clueless? Some say it’s because Bethany (Alison’s twin) took Alison’s place while the real Alison is still lurking in the shadows. I highly recommend the in-depth theory of this idea which is a video on YT. It’s on the long side (an hour and twenty minutes) but it’s oh, so juicy.

However, I’m just pointing out things to go along with the Bethany has taken Alison’s place theory. The main points here is Alison’s sudden lack of knowledge that we’ve all noticed. Starting from when “Alison” just came back.

One would think that Alison would want her gang of girls to walk her during school because this is her first day back and she should have some kind of support system. But what if I told you it was because it was “Alison’s” first time being in Rosewood High and she needed her friends to lead her to places without seeming like she’s lost? Bethany has been locked up for majority of her life and with this new identity, she has to make it seem like everything is normal. Even if she has absolutely no idea what to do sometimes.

From there, Bethany has been continuing Alison’s identity through the journals she used to write. You know, the journals Alison kept so the girls could “continue her legacy”?

Bethany found the diaries and studied them front to back - memorizing every little detail so she could pull this off flawlessly. However, she couldn’t continue the nastiness that was Alison’s sense of ownership over the girls. That’s the difference between them. Alison feels like she’s a god towards the girls while Bethany cherishes the friendship. Isn’t it weird how throughout the early seasons of the show when Alison appeared to the girls in “hallucinations”, she’s acted exactly how she was before she “died” but as soon as she comes back, she’s completely different and less dominate? How could she be completely cryptic, talking to Aria in true Alison fashion one moment-

Then 3 weeks later (In PLL Time season 3-5a was A MONTH), be this completely vulnerable girl who is trying to stay lowkey and blend with the curtains?

The entire demeanor and aura has changed, it’s like two different people…

I also think this explains that weird thing that happened between Alison and Caleb in season 5. We all believed that maybe Alison knew Caleb from somewhere and they were keeping it hush, hush from everyone else. But maybe….that’s not it. From the journals, Bethany knew Ezra, Toby, and Paige, which counted for all of the girls’ romances but last time Alison was around, Hanna was on the thick side and had no romantic interests. Now, Hanna is with Caleb. And it made Bethany nervous. He was the only person she had no background information on and it worried her. This is why her guard was always up with him - what if he finds out about her secret?

(Even when Ali apologized to Paige, her apology was very basic. “I was mean. I’m sorry. For everything.” She couldn’t go into specifics because she didn’t know them. In that moment, it’s better to play the “for everything” card to be safe and cover all bases.)

However, although it was used as a blueprint, Alison didn’t write everything in those journals. That’s where Bethany had to freestyle. But sometimes, she wouldn’t know exactly what to say in certain situations. For example in 7x16 when Emily asked a question that she and the viewers have been dying to know since season 1:

Just when we thought we were going to figure out the reason behind Alison’s behavior towards Emily years ago, we get an “I don’t know”. That’s because Bethany doesn’t know why Alison treated Emily the way she did - she never wrote that in the journals. Even going into 7x18 with Emison’s intimate moment, “Alison” said she dreamed of them at the kissing rock. Did she really dream of it…….or did she read about Alison’s little idea and just went from there?

That would explain why so many Emisonians wonder why Alison never brought up their history with the kissing rock - it’s because Bethany doesn’t know it. Also, this sentence said by Alison was also a bit odd.

Emily and Alison escaping to Paris was a dream, something she had in Welby but her leaving? Where to? It can’t be her wanting to leave Rosewood because she made the active decision to stay while everyone else left so that brings us back to leaving where again. Alison did in fact leave. She left when she “died” - that wasn’t a dream but her reality for 2 years. But if this was Bethany, her wanting to leave Radley for so long……that could be a dream she had. A long-term fantasy.

This Bethany turned Alison change would also make sense why “Alison” has a soft spot for Charlotte. Majority of us and even the liars cannot understand the reason WHY Alison would pick Charlotte over the girls. Charlotte tortured them, trapped them in a dollhouse, almost killing them several times and all of a sudden, Alison is sympathetic because “she has a sister” and wants the best for her? Even begging the girls to testify for her release despite everything she has done to them? That was a slap in the face to everyone. The bogus idea of "this is my sister" is exactly that, bogus, and I believe the real reason is because Alison Bethany identifies with Charlotte. They have this sense of relation with being locked up like animals and now that she’s out, she wants to care for Charlotte and get her out as well. That’s why “Alison” kept pushing for the liars to help her, not really caring for their own trauma.

With the possibility of another set of twins running around: whether it being Alison or actually Spencer, there are some pretty interesting evidence stacked up against both of them. Alison specifically.

#this may be a reach or the stars.....or it could actually be something #pll #pll theories #pll theory #alison dilaurentis #bethany young #pretty little liars

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wise-lizard · 7 years

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Fatherly Pride

I have a lot coming up in the next week, but I wanted to do a Father’s Day thing with Kanan and Sabine (I’m a sucker for bonding between them because we never really get to see it, so gotta make my own).

There’s a few slight references to dialogue from earlier seasons, so congratulations if you can find them! (There’s like... 2 and 1/2? I think? Wait no, 3 and 1/2, 4 and 1/2 if I try hard enough.)

@pep-no, I partially blame you for the dialogue references.

Set just after the Season Three Finale, during the trip to Yavin 4.

Title: Fatherly Pride

Author: Liz Roberts

Show: Star Wars Rebels

Word Count: 1,371

Set: Hyperspace, en route to Yavin 4, Post-Season Three Finale

“Kanan?”

Lifting his head up, Kanan turns towards his door slightly, grunting when the motion aggravates the muscle pull in his neck further. His crash on Atollon finally started catching up to him a few hours ago, his shoulders sporting a dull ache now that he’s managed a couple minutes of healing meditation. Patting the shoulder of the rebel under the blanket, Kanan stands.

He puts on a soft smile and heads towards the door, stepping softly so he doesn’t wake the other rebels sleeping on the floor of his cabin. His hand goes out to the signature at the door, Sabine stepping forward to meet him.

Without hesitation, she wraps her arms around him and ducks her chin down to her chest plate.

“Hey kiddo… you doin’ alright?”

She nods softly, her hair catching on his shirt.

“Better than some of our guests…”

When Kanan wraps around her shoulders, she physically relaxes, the tension she’s holding in starting to melt away. She stays silent for a moment, just hugging him before she speaks up, her voice just above a whisper.

“Can we talk…?”

Opening his eyes and blinking down at the top of her head in surprise, Kanan rubs one of her shoulders.

“‘course… c’mon… I think the cockpit’s still empty.”

Sabine answers with a nod, letting go of Kanan so he can step out of his cabin. The door slides closed behind him, leaving the rebels to sleep in peace. An arm lays back over Sabine’s shoulders as they walk down the hall, Sabine tugging on the back of his shirt out of instinct to guide him around people sitting along the walls.

Tilting his head towards her, he lowers his head and his voice.

“You still have your armor on… have you gotten any rest?”

She doesn’t answer for a few seconds, her shoulders going stiff.

“Not yet… I was talking with Hera… and my mother. I’m fine though, I’ll take a nap soon… Tristian’s using my bunk right now to sleep.”

Kanan straightens up and takes a deep breath, nodding slowly. He can feel how fatigued she really is, wishing for once that she wouldn’t be so stubborn. A small smile appears on his face in the next second, remembering that he and Hera have more than likely been the enablers for the stubbornness over the last few years. Shaking his head and avoiding a laugh at the thought, he steps into the cockpit.

Sabine slips out from under his arm to her regular chair, glancing up at him after he closes the door and takes his seat in front of her.

“So what’s up?”

Swallowing hard, Sabine looks back down to the durasteel plating of the floor and shuffles her hands underneath her legs.

“I’m sorry…”

“Come again?”

The surprise in Kanan’s voice is evident, not having expected the words that came out of her mouth. He shifts forward in his seat as she stares at the ground, placing his forearms on his knees so he’s leaning closer to her, feeling the shift in her signature.

“I’m sorry�� I… I apologized to Hera, earlier… for not coming back with you guys, after going to find my mother… Maybe if I had been here, I could have gotten the shields to hold up longer, we could have gotten more back up… So I’m sorry. I left when you guys needed me most, and that’s never been something I’ve wanted to do…”

Kanan immediately shakes his head and puts a hand out, putting it on Sabine’s knee. He shifts it a little so his thumb isn’t just rubbing the guard and lifts his eyes to be level with her lowered forehead.

“Sabine, you have nothing to apologize for. You needed to stay, you have a duty to your family, your home… We all understood that, and Hera did, too – she does. We don’t blame you for that.”

He stops for a moment and his thumb goes still. His eyes widen a second later, a thought dawning on him.

“Bean… Are… You’re feeling guilty for not being at the base…”

There’s a very quiet ‘yes’ from in front of him, just before he gets out of his seat and kneels in front of Sabine. He moves his hands up and finds her face, rubbing his thumbs over her cheeks before lifting her head enough so she’ll look at him. His face softens when she lets out a small breath, knowing that his eyes found their mark again.

“We don’t know what would have happened if you had been at Chopper Base… yes, maybe the shields would have held out longer, but you prepped us as much as you could… but without you, we wouldn’t have been able to make a break for it to hyperspace. As much of smooth talker as he is, I don’t think Ezra would have been able to convince your mother to lend support if you hadn’t been there.”

Kanan smiles and runs his hand up through the shorter side of her hair.

“We got out because you helped us get out… you showed up right when we needed you to, and you did amazing… as always.”

Taking a deep breath in, Sabine smiles and leans into the hand still on her cheek. She lets the breath out in the next moment, her body deflating a little.

“I was so worried when Ezra showed up… and then when we saw the fleet surrounding Atollon… Kanan, I was so worried we were too late.”

“That’s the thing about you, Sabine. You’re always right on time… It’s a little scary, considering how often I’d change the plan on you.”

Sabine breathes out a laugh and shakes her head, bringing a hand out from under her leg to rub her eyes and the bridge of her nose.

“Yeah… that’s not as fun as you think it is.”

Kanan laughs and smiles up at her, his skin wrinkling around his eyes and the scar. Putting a hand out, he sits back on the floor, his smile softening as Sabine takes his hand.

“Gotta keep you on your toes somehow…”

The two sit there in silence for a while, Sabine processing the conversation as Kanan watches her signature, some of the tension leaving and letting it grow brighter again. The colors are still there, but the vibrancy is taking longer to come back, he notes, showing just how much the whole ordeal had taken on a toll on her – despite not being there for the first and second waves.

He tugs on her hand gently. He scoots back until the bottom of his shoulder blades are pressed to the edge of his seat, crossing his legs. Sabine moves down to the floor, hesitating a moment before sitting down in Kanan’s lap. She sighs quietly and rests her head down on his shoulder, relaxing as he hugs her again and puts his chin on her head.

“I meant what I said on Mandalore, Bean…”

“Don’t you dare… I didn’t let you say it then, I won’t now.”

“Bean.”

“Kanan.”

Huffing slightly, Kanan smiles above her. Shifting, he presses a soft kiss to her hair, squeezing her gently.

“I’m proud of you, Sabine – no, hush, let me finish – I’m proud of you, and who you’ve become. Watching you grow up from when we picked you up, it’s been astounding – if not frustrating, but Hera’s had to deal with me all these years, so… you’ve become an amazing warrior, an amazing young woman, and we couldn’t have asked for a better crew member.”

He stops for a moment and smiles as he closes his eyes.

“We couldn’t have asked for a better daughter.”

Sabine stays still for a few minutes after he finishes, her eyes wide now. They start to turn glossy as she turns to hug him, staring out over his shoulder as she starts trying to blink away the tears threatening to come forward. She smiles into his shoulder and shakes her head.

“Yeah well… I guess I was raised right.”

Kanan lets out a short laugh and hugs her, keeping his arms wrapped around her.

“Thank you, Kanan.”

“Anytime, Bean. We love you, don’t forget that.”

“I love you, too.”

#liz writes stuff #my art peeps #swr #star wars rebels #kanan jarrus #sabine wren #swr season three #swr father's day #spacedaughter #spacedad #implied kanera

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throughlookinglass · 7 years

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My -AD predictions for the PLL Finale.

Hey there! I’m waiting for the PLL Finale and i honestly don’t know how i will handle this, PLL has been with me for many years – 4? 5 maybe? I’ve lost count – and i can’t believe it’s over, i’m crying already and i feel so freaking bad. However, let’s not get into this because it is an endless circle of pain. These are my –AD predictions, from who I would like AD to be to who I’d rather die than discover to be AD.

My IDEAL culprit: the person I would want to be AD more than anyone else is Ali. First seasons Ali really left an impression on me and I've never actually liked her much, I never thought she was completely changed and I don’t like her. Even if it is quite clear she is a new person now, and I know that it is basically impossible she is AD, if I could make my own rules I would choose her. Wouldn’t it be awesome to have that old Ali on the show? Just like she has never left. Think about it, that’s how it all started. It would be freaking amazing. Also, there’s a gif posted by the PLL official twitter account where you can see the four liars (no Ali) revealing AD’s identity by taking off his/her mask, and Emily’s reaction seems to point in my ideal direction – but maybe not, it’s just the different actings, the other girls don’t look as freaked out as her.

Most likely ADs: as it happened with Charlotte, I think that AD will actually be someone predictable. I may not guess who, but it won't be such a big deal for the person him/herself, whereas it might be for this person's story and background (yep, still thinking about Charlotte). Firstly, there’s Jenna. She has all the reasons, but I don’t think she is the one. She keeps coming and going away, being AD would give a real change to her lately plain and boring character but I just don’t know. It would be cool, I just think they will keep her boring.

I know that Wren is a primary suspect (seen talking with Spencer at the airport, etc) because he was always ""supposed"" to be linked to A in some way and he still isn’t... but he is shown firing a gun in the promo and looks quite scared to me, so I wouldn’t count too much on him. Honestly, I would just hate that.

Also, I think they could bring up someone like Jason for a very distorted reason, or more likely someone like Paige!!! (her storyline is similar to Mona's, Emily is an important character in S7, she could be a psycho and also she gave me pretty spooky vibes lately).

Not taking bout the others here but still, you get the point: not so unexpected characters are most likely. Melissa? I don't know, I don't think so. Even if the Hastings/DeLaurentis storyline is major, it would be boring as hell not to mention completely messed up.

Among these, I would personally rather see (and I also think they are the best fit for AD) Jason or Page. I know Marlene has said we will notice AD was plain in the open since the beginning (of S7? Of the whole series?), and just think about it, they could certainly fit such a storyline for Jason (they could bring up addiction and mental health). I like Jason a lot, he’s the only Di Laurentis I like, but I would still like him if he was AD, I think the story behind it could be just so well developed and interesting.

Moving on to Mona, yeah it would be cool but she’s not AD, just move on guys.

What I think about some of the main suspect, Lucas: his storyline would have sense (quite similar to Mona’s, if you have noticed) and yeah, he gives me that spooky vibe sometimes but he just seems like a nice guy (you say, that’s exactly the point of AD) and I just hope he is not AD. It’s not about the background, because he would surely be a good choice the actually-not-so-nice-guy etc etc, but it’s just that I would see Lucas being AD as a copy of Mona being A in the first seasons, like her bad copy if you would say that, it would just have me so disappointed.

And finally, two suspects I’d rather DO ANYTHING YOU ASK ME LITERALLY ANYTHING than discover to be AD: first one is Caleb. I know, I know, I wasn’t even planning to write about him at the start of this small post, but there seem to be rumors about him spreading around. If he actually IS AD, this would mean he has faked it since the beginning of S1 and that you guys is SEVEN FREAKING SEASONS. He would be, like, the best antagonist of all series ever made and so freaking epic! BUT, Caleb is such a great character the way he is, he has had a major development and is basically the only one you can always count on in PLL; he is a certainity, he is THE main man of the show and you cannot deny it, he could basically be the protagonist. Caleb being AD could give him a totally unexpected storyline (maybe, maybe not, I don’t know if I should trust the writers on this one) but there’s NO FREAKING WAY everything caleb is, all he has been through, his relationship with Hanna (cancel S*aleb), his role in the story… there’s no way this is all a lie. Caleb is one of the best characters on the show, I feel like he is AD main opponent most of the time and he cannot be AD. He just can’t – this turned out less rational and more emotional than I wanted it to be, I want to write it again but I know that I would fail if I try, so I hope you got what I meant.

Last but not least, EZRA FREAKING FITZGERALD DO YOU HEAR ME MARLENE DO NOT EVEN TRY TURNING EZRA INTO AD. Let me explain: Ezra has always been one of my favorites, I could even say he is my favourite of the show, and I swear if they take AD’s mask off and Ezra’s under it I will go out of my mind (and scare all the neighbourhood) so please make sure I am okay – I will probably post pictures of me crying and dying on the floor so you can check out my twitter too @njghtlock. It looks like Ezra is a major suspect lately, I see his name everywhere I look (so maybe that’s exactly why he won’t be AD, but anyways) and a couple things that happened made me really afraid. Ezra has been there since the start and he did have a backstory with Alison plus he could have other motives. He did lie to Aria once, what if he kept doing it? Again, it was said that AD is somebody who has been there since the beginning BUT, they assure us, nobody is suspecting of. Nobody would suspect of Ezra now: why would they? But all the stuff with Nicole, the trips, the books, how he was given more screen time in the last few episodes… twitter is really scaring me right now and yeah, they could make a hell of a storyline (even far better than Caleb’s being AD, I assure you), but it would totally break my heart – and the love I have had for Ezria since 2012/3 or so. I wasn’t even planning to write about him, but doing this just makes me think even more that my heart will actually be broken. BUT HELL NO, I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THIS!!!!!!! Also,anytime a character is the most quoted it turns out it’s not him. So it is not Ezra, alright??? Stop bullying me!!!

Prepare your tissues and your popcorns, the PLL Endgame Finale is about to start.

It has been a pleasure to live this all with you, PLL Family. I will miss this with all my heart.

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