I'm hollowed out.

I am coming unraveled,

[hastinge]

a written study 𝑜𝑓 pretty little liars' spencer hastings, written as the killer 𝑜𝑓 alison dilaurentis. written, by 𝑳eia.

[hastinge]

Re-watching this episode rn and, my girl and her championship winning slice!

[inthedarktrees]

She said, “Even Donna doesn’t know me.”

Lara Flynn Boyle, Sheryl Lee, Moira Kelly | Twin Peaks

[haysting-deactivated20260328]

words haven't scarred her in a while. breath comprised of wine & expensive chocolate, luxury in an ice-cold tin that lies naked and bare ─ SANDWICHED BETWEEN MELISSA'S DVD PLAYER AND SIDEKICK. it had only been the first saturday of the month, and she was fine with her plan of being home alone all day – well, alone in the barn ( until a surprise visit from her baby sister changes its trajectory. with the hastings' sisters, a fight comes easy like air ─ A FIGHT FOR APPROVAL OR TO BE HEARD? although she's been cooped up since thursday night, mahogany ringlets are still pristine and shiny, much to spencer's dismay.. and she can taste that displeasure, the fury that scorns her sister everytime she has the burden of resting her gaze on melissa ─ She SEES IT ALL. gulps it down, with siren eyes refusing to react in any way. they remain sunken and almost down-turned, not a second of care being gifted to the accompanying brunette. melissa can't even remember what they've been killing each other for over the past couple of weeks: ( whether it's the loft, wren and her's break-up, or teenage hormones mixed with town tragedy ─ melissa huffs & puffs until the scowl returns, a sudden shift in bones. IF YOU LOOK CLOSELY, YOU COULD SEE MELISSA SHEDDING SKIN. collarbone flexing, shoulders heightening, and a coy smile pulling at her lips' seams.

@hastinge was gifted the family's doe eyes. easy to plead with, easy to feel sorry for ─ MELISSA WAS GIFTED SOMETHING DIFFERENT. narrow, sharper, –meaner. ( a gaze reserved only for her baby sister, it seems.. ❝ god. ARE YOU CRYING? ❞ the eye-roll is automatic. she doesn't even think before letting it wash over porcelain face, cheeks turning a bright red that not only accentuates her already berry finish, but it adds a certain glisten to ─ it seems distaste suits the brunette. WELL, DOESN'T EVERYTHING? ❝ don't flatter yourself. i simply don't think of you. you'll get your blazer back when i'm done with it– AND I'D THINK BEFORE MY NEXT COURSE OF ACTION, SPENCE. you still owe me for the chanel boots incident. ❞ the words are hissed & spat, with such ease – it almost hurts to think she could be capable of speaking to her own little sister with such poison. BUT IT SEEMS TO BE THE GO-TO TONE FOR THE DUO. with anyone else, she's as prim & proper as her wardrobe allows her to be.

before a few beats pass, and her words simmer off her tongue & onto spencer's conscience, melissa awakens from her slumber and brings herself up onto her feet, reaching over into her coach purse to reveal a pack of cigarettes and a vivienne westwood lighter. she glances back at spencer with that same signature scowl, shoulders raising in defence. ❝ YOU CAN GO NOW. & if you're going to snitch to mom and dad, forget about it. i've already given them shit about their moral compass. ❞

[hastinge]

OF COURSE SHE ISN’T CRYING. THAT’S THE FIRST LIE. THE YOUNGER HASTINGS' FACE CONTORTS INTO SOMETHING FAMILIAR; SAFE. SMOOTH, OBEDIENT, WELL-TRAINED. DOE-EYES FLICKER ONCE, TWICE, BEFORE SETTLING INTO SOMETHING POLITE AND UNUSABLE. THE KIND OF STILLNESS THAT TEACHERS PRAISE AND PSYCHIATRISTS CIRCLE IN RED. SHE SWALLOWS WHATEVER SOUND WAS TRYING TO CLAW ITS WAY UP HER THROAT AND LETS IT ROT INSTEAD.

MELISSA IS STANDING. MELISSA IS ALWAYS STANDING.

Spencer stays where she is, half-perched on the edge of the barn’s worktable like a discarded piece of paper someone forgot to clean up. The air smells like dust and old hay.. AND SOMETHING METALLIC SHE REFUSES TO NAME. The barn has never liked her. It remembers things she doesn’t.

“ I'M NOT CRYING... ” The words fell out like a bruise. “ You’d know if I was. ” Oh how small you are..

THE SCREAM LIVES BEHIND HER TEETH. SHE PRESSES HER THUMB INTO HER PALM, NAILS BITING CRESCENT MOONS INTO SKIN. GROUNDING, SHE THINKS. THAT’S WHAT THE PAMPHLET SAID. FEEL SOMETHING REAL. COUNT IT. NAME IT. SHE NAMES THE LIGHTER INSTEAD. VIVIENNE WESTWOOD. SILVER, TOO SHARP. THE CLICK-CLICK SOUND RICOCHETS THROUGH HER SKULL AND FOR A HALF-SECOND —

DIRT. COLD. THE ECHO OF METAL AGAINST BONE.

Her vision stutters. Hazels blink until the world reassembles itself into Melissa-shaped pieces again. This is how it always happens: The almost. The not-quite. Her mind is a locked room with furniture rearranged when she isn’t looking.

“ I wasn’t going to tell them, ” YOU KNOW SILENCE IS VIRTUE! “ I just… came to get my notes. ”

THERE’S A BUZZING UNDER HER SKIN. SHE THINKS, DISTANTLY, ABOUT THE BOTTLE HIDDEN IN HER BAG. ABOUT HOW QUIET EVERYTHING GETS AFTER. ABOUT HOW THE NOISE TURNS INTO COTTON AND THE BARN STOPS WHISPERING HER NAME.

Melissa exhales smoke. Spencer inhales ghosts.

“ You win, Melissa. ” “ Like always. ”

Brown suede Ralph Lauren boots turn toward the door, each step a small mercy. The barn groans behind her, displeased.

A pause. Just enough.

“ Melissa? ” The word slips out before she can stop it. Fragile. Wrong. “ If... ” If what? If you knew? If I told you? If I remembered?

( ... )

“ Never mind. ”

[hastinge]

PLL just dropped in Prime Canada......

[mariean2inette]

Magdalena Frackowiak for Ralph Lauren, FW07

[hastinge]

When @dorfmot is back from Pakistan + writing on Blair’s blog and I revamp @serenvy it’s game over (!)

[virgochalet]

my dream bag only costs $4K 😭

[hastinge]

"No matter how high Spencer's GPA was, or how many extracurriculars she smashed into her schedule, she never quite reached Melissa's level of [Perfection]."

[hastinge]

@haysting ... (!)

[notmorbid]

nowhere.

dialogue prompts from nowhere: a novel by allison gunn.

i don't even recognize who i was before.

sounds like you're having a rough go of it.

you know how to tell a convincing lie better than me.

i don't have time for favors right now.

do you have any idea how much i risked for you?

how dumb do you think i am? please don't answer that.

i want to be normal again.

stop messing around. you're freaking me out.

i didn't want to make you sad.

were you having a bad dream?

it's crazy late. or crazy early, depending on how you look at it.

what happened tonight? you can tell me.

cute. nice deflection.

it's okay. you don't have to talk right now.

you have to run. there's still time.

what the hell is wrong with you?

how am i ever supposed to come back from that?

don't try to play the fucking martyr.

you don't care about anything anymore.

where is the ______ i married?

you fell in love with a character you created in your head. it wasn't me.

children know more than we give them credit for.

not everybody goes away.

i don't want to disappear.

you'll never be alone again.

call your mama, if you want reassurance and rainbows.

can you tell me the next time you're going to do something so fucking dumb?

whatever is going on, i can help you.

in every lie, there's a kernel of truth.

you always do that when you're anxious.

let's play truth or dare.

you never think it'll be your kid, until it is.

i'm fine. i can do this.

put me down, asshole.

you don't deserve a chance to explain yourself.

this shit don't look good.

don't tell me what i can and can't do.

evil men win all day, every day.

you're not like everyone else.

we need to slow down and think this through.

are you coming with me, or not?

grief does funny things to people.

aren't you going to do something?

i wish you wouldn't look at me like that.

you know what it's like to hurt someone and mean it.

we're not what they say we are. you know that and i know that.

i'm going to hold your hand.

i thought we had a good thing.

i tried to be what you wanted me to be, but i'm not that person.

you were the only person who believed in me.

you didn't lose me. we just lost our way for a bit.

you did the best you could, and so did i.

there's no one else i would have rather tried with.

you were the best mistake i ever made.

[hastinge]

⠀ ⠀who⠀killed⠀A̲lison DiLaurentis?⠀ ⠀ a⠀written study⠀𝑜𝑓⠀pretty little liars'⠀spencer hastings,⠀ ⠀ by 𝑳eia.

[hastinge]

me and @fangazine plotting my comeback on writing spence

[hastinge]

comprehensive portrayal guide incoming: i realized not everyone has seen (will see) pll and, most importantly, me writing spencer as alison's killer is unique (in that i've rooted the narration in psychological horror, crime and hints of hallucinatory tones + surrealism). spence is very much a gothic anti-heroine: brilliant, brittle, haunted, and her own worst enemy. she embodies both the detective and the killer in the same body; a self-chasing ouroboros.

[notmorbid]

the hunter.

dialogue prompts from the hunter by tana french.

my default position is to keep things separate.

chip off the old block, huh?

you've always got a bit of something on the go.

come on back inside.

cookies in the jar, if you need to top up.

too many things can happen, at fifteen.

you've taken too many knocks in your life not to have cracks somewhere.

you here for good, or just for a while?

i make it my practice never to bullshit.

you're large as life and twice as gorgeous.

word still travels fast around here. the place hasn't changed a bit.

the men who age best are the feckless ones.

i'm never gonna get married.

you're an awful idiot, but i can't hold that against you.

i've got too settled in my ways to go making changes.

go on and get some sleep now. i'll get you a t-shirt.

don't trust grown men with boyish smiles.

we can't all have the same gifts.

you tell a story well.

i'm opposed to cops on general principle.

you and me got different ideas of entertainment.

you never know when there might be something you can't afford to miss.

being boring is among my main goals.

what were you nice to me for?

i've got plenty of faults, but no one could say i'm not nice.

when the world's being good to you, you're good to everyone.

i love being first with a bit of gossip.

i can't tell whether i would've done anything differently.

i won't make your moods my responsibility.

i can't get over the size of you.

you have no right anywhere near ____.

are you not speaking to me?

there was nothing i could do for you here.

i never used to have a cruel bone in my body.

don't be holding it against me, if you can help it.

i can tell you believe it, but you always do.

i hear a lot more than i say.

i can keep my mouth shut when i want.

i liked you better back when you didn't talk.

you're never happy unless you're miserable.

what will you spend your millions on?

i'm not sure what a millionaire is supposed to look like.

i'm here. that's all i am, right now.

you can't make people hear what they don't want to hear.

i can go for days without talking to anyone, if i feel like it.

you're too fond of getting your own way.

i have an aversion to charm.

i should've known better than to ask a teenager to get out of bed before noon.

you don't make life easy for yourself, do you?

i have to hand it to you, i never saw that one coming.

i'd do anything for you. you know that, yeah?

waiting and watching aren't enough anymore.

you always thought you were too great to follow the rules.

i'd murder a glass of that tea, if you have any in the fridge.

you can't have it both ways. which is it?

you don't have to do anything you don't want to.

i'm in no state to be having delicate conversations, and neither are you.

men get awful edgy if you upset their dreams.

i don't want a clean fight. not with you.

it's nice to know the old instincts are still in working order.

a bit of company wouldn't be a bad thing.

i ought to spit in their faces, only i can't afford to.

you had the best pokerface of any of us.

i wish i could ground you until you get more sense.

making up stories and getting people to believe them is what you're good at.

you seem surprisingly okay.

you aren't god. you can't make guarantees.

i'd never trust a charmer.

i bet you were a good _____.

don't be picking at your nails. you'll give yourself an infection.

i wasn't trying to be nosy.

i'm dying for a smoke. don't you be following my example.

i know when someone's deciding whether to tell me the truth.

___ never did see me, but i was there.

everyone around me is changing.

you can do without me, if you have to.

i never reckoned on you.

after all this time, i still can't predict you.

this isn't the way i meant to come home.

i'll send you a postcard someday, from wherever i land.

anything you feel like telling me, go for it. i want to hear it. but i'm not gonna ask.

[yourhoneymoongirl]

She’s a Hastings ☕️🍂

[hastinge]

Is it romantic to drown your sorrows in a pub?⠀ ⠀ Or is it downright embarrassing?⠀ ⠀ [Ali would probably think this was hot]:⠀ ⠀ A dimly-lit pub, in the heart of London.⠀ ⠀ Slow music weaving through the warmth of bourbon.⠀ ⠀ SHE WOULD RATHER HAVE BEEN IN A LIBRARY, TRUTH BE TOLD.⠀ ⠀ Prepping for another exam, another AP Russian test, * another internship.⠀ ⠀ But she blew it all up in Rosewood.⠀ ⠀ Missed classes, what once was a STRAIGHT -A, now a shot in the dark.⠀ ⠀ [How many pills was it Spence?]⠀ ⠀ Getting into UPENN?⠀ ⠀ no way in hell.

SO HERE SHE WAS:⠀ ⠀ Living with Melissa in her flat in London.⠀ ⠀ God, how the mighty have fallen.⠀ ⠀ She missed her girls, her liars.⠀ ⠀ * HOW WOULD THEY FARE WITHOUT THEIR BRAINY BRUNETTE?⠀ ⠀ A sigh, sullen: Devastated.⠀ ⠀ At least she wore her favourite riding boots today, paired with that SUEDE SKIRT that made all the boys turn their heads when she walked.⠀ ⠀ And speaking of boys, RATHER: a man.⠀ ⠀ ( @englit:⠀ ⠀ ❝⠀ ⠀WHATEVER IT IS, WILL PASS.⠀ ⠀ ❞⠀ ⠀ Oh god, did she look that depressing?⠀ ⠀ Raven lashes flutter, berried lips curl.⠀ ⠀ A LAST MINUTE EFFORT TO SAVE HERSELF.⠀ ⠀ ❝⠀ ⠀Am I that obvious?⠀ ⠀ ❞⠀ ⠀ Figure leans forward, curled chocolate locks tumbling over one shoulder.⠀ ⠀ [JUST LIKE ALI TAUGHT YOU!]⠀ ⠀ ❝⠀ ⠀Just homesick..⠀ ⠀ That's all.⠀ ⠀ ❞

[hastinge]

Oh, to be young, in your room: Writing a speech for the dedication of the girl you killed!