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PLL: Why Lucas and Noel might be working together as "A" STARTING FROM THE BEGINNING

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**This post now includes theories coming from the entire season 1 (Episodes 1-22)! This post is separated into sections according to which episodes I came up with the theories. I know this is VERY long, so I thought that would make it easier. Edit: PLEASE SEE THE LAST PARAGRAPH IN THE NOTES FROM EPISODE 12***. It is in bold and italics just like the writing here and it's something I just noticed. BASED ON REWATCHING ALL EPISODES (1-22) OF SEASON 1 WITH THE KNOWLEDGE FROM NEWER EPISODES IN MIND. **NOEL and LUCAS as “A” theory

Coverage of Pretty Little Liars and The Lying Game

I don't know how many of you watch Pretty Little Liars, but that show and The Lying Game are enough to drive anybody insane (in the best way possible). I am going to start posting reviews and theories of both of those shows on my blog so I can share my thoughts with others. The first thing I'm going to post is my work-in-progress theory on the possibility of Noel and Lucas working together as "A" on Pretty Little Liars. It's a work-in-progress because it is solely based on what I have discovered by rewatching older episodes with the knowledge I have from the newer episodes kept in mind.

Your Game

I know you're wondering if your aim has worsened as you toss knives at my back to play your game. Don't you worry: you've stayed the same. I just haven't lost my life to your attacks because I've changed. But you were too busy standing here polishing your spears to keep track of your target And now you wonder, "where is she?" Wishing I hadn't disappeared I'd return if I hadn't gotten so far yet. I bet you didn't even know how fast I could run Even though you've seen me race before, You had a blast making fun of my legs back at the high school track, well now they're out the door. So I ask you nicely not to beg for me to turn around and get burned 'Cause now I've learned the rules to your game. And though you have the tools to render me a fool you can't force me to play. I bet you never thought I'd read the instructions As if your plots and pranks have taught me nothing. Guess I've shot down som

The Invisible Teardrop

This is for a good friend of mine who I lost too soon. I just realized I've never posted it anywhere. The ocean hides the teardrop that you never showed to me Sometimes I try to visit you by going to the sea The water seems endless as waves crash to the shore And separate drops join into one splash and I can't find them anymore And so I am reminded of how you always hid your tears Behind forced smiles and claims that you hadn't cried in years. And so today I dig through the sand continuing my search I'd give anything to dry that tear that tore you from this Earth. Your war with this world has come to an end, but you've left so much here with me And wherever you are, I hope it's peaceful. Peaceful like the sea.

Let Me Save You Part 2 (another poem made with the use of Andrew McMahon titles)

This one's for you... You know who you are. I was a hostage with a restless dream to wake up and explore You traveled 'round the globes and maps just to open my locked doors. You unraveled my racing thoughts, casting lines into my mind Unlike the people running at full speed, leaving me behind. You found me as a broken bird who could never watch the sky You're the astronaut who released me and taught me how to fly I lived but a little piece of life until you rescued me I knew nothing of American love 'til you let me see all the thrills I was deprived of 'til your life with me you shared You took me dancing with a gun and I wasn't even scared. You said "I want to save you." Well, your wish has come true I'm ready for the world now 'cause I can spin through it with you.

Poem constructed with Andrew McMahon song titles

Let Me Save You... I know you don't want to be rescued And I'm no heroine but I want to save you. I'm ready to watch you unravel On a bad day. I'll help you travel If you need a holiday from real. I'll be the astronaut who takes you Up into space to see every star Like the time I took you for a spin after I woke up in a car. The roads were painted dark blue-- The mixed tape that I made for you Sat inside the pocket of my jeans And we slipped into the airwaves as you told me all your dreams. I was calm; you were a hurricane Until I told you, "you can breathe." This broken heart might feel bruised But it's not what it seems. Go ahead, roll down the window So you can see the lights and buzz 'Cause when I've reached the last straw Good news will meet me at my window I'll break myself to help you So let's sit and watch the sky Look at me and the moon And I won't make you cry. *Originally posted on this blog o

painted personalities

if makeup could modify attitude & not just appearance if a paintbrush and a palette could manufacture perseverance if lipstick could lead lips into genuine smiles and laughs if crying could be stopped with just cosmetic crafts if concealer could obscure all of the blemishes in pride the plagues of personality flaws would be so simple to hide. but altering pigments can't overshadow pain emotion cannot be eclipsed by the shimmer of a stain.