Sometimes i think about how Jack's mother is Stevie who was married to Conrad whose son is Daniel whose mother is Victoria whose daughter is Charlotte whose father is David whose daughter is Amanda Clarke aka Emily Thorne. And how the two people Jack married went by both Amanda and Emily, one of whom had his child and the other was the godmother.
Also the two people Emily married
were kinda sorta stepbrothers because both of their mothers were married to Conrad
were both with Margaux at some point and one of them fathered her child
the same one she shared a sibling with, and
said sibling almost had a child with the half-sibling of Emily's other husband.
So…when I first joined the fandom, I realized fairly quickly that ExR was what I turned to when I was sad and anxious in order to cheer me up or calm me down.
Good thing to know that eight years later, they still have that power while I’m anxious about my puppy, when not even watching an old, favorite TV show could do that.
She knew what kind of guy her husband was and knew the only way to get out of the marriage was to die. (She could’ve brought up divorce to Steve before and he didn’t want that because it would ruin his perfect image or threatened to kill her if she left.)
The guy in the woods and the sheriff helped fake her death. Ned created a new identify for her with his coding and the sheriff was on the scene of the accident.
She’s been living in either:
Ned’s house. Explains why his place has so much security. Sheriff knows she’s there and was coming to visit her that day he found Megan and Lexi in his house. Could be in a relationship.
Moved to Lexi’s hometown and is friends with either her parents or Lexi’s lawyer
Luke was in the car during the accident and could’ve known at the time what happened or the memory came back to him when he was drugged on NYE.
After Luke escaped he called his mom and/or the sheriff for help to get away from his father just like her mom.
so traumatised by death that i completely separate
my work and home to get some reprive from the grief
but even though down below he has no idea who she was
i wonder still if he still remembers the tree her car ran into
grief is a thing that i can hold in my own hands
i cup my hands, catch my tears, and wait for them to dry
i can feel their weight holding me down like shackles
it's too large a feeling to hold in my meager skin
do you know how to make your eyes kind?
when you've never been shown kindness
when your existence is but a cog
in life's machine
we are all condemned in this life
what are you going to do about it?
are you going to grieve for a life you cannot live?
or will you love, love, love, until your very heart gives?
grief and love at war within me
though without one, the other fades
i'd rather feel it all each day
and march proudly t'wards my grave.