"Alison has been missing for two years, she’s been gone for two years. She’s been alone for two years, and you will find out why she stayed gone all this time."
Previously on Pretty Little Liars, Spencer remembered that she didn’t remember most of the summer Ali went missing, due to whatever hallucinogens that really loud pharmacist adds to Adderall in Rosewood. One thing she did remember, however, was that she bashed Ali or someone who looks like Ali right in the face with a shovel, a thing that was apparently known by literally everyone in the very incestuous Hastings-DiLaurentis clan. Aria told Ezra to take a hike off the edge of the world. Hanna didn’t get the memo that Caleb’s show was cancelled. And Emily found out that Paige narced on Ali to the Rosewood PD
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Oh, look, it’s two of my all-time favorite fictional couples. With the same dreams. Of driving, donuts, and sweet lady kisses.
I mean, Ashley and Paige would kill each other, but it’d be a really pretty double date.
One of the most fascinating things about PLL fashion is — well, I mean, obviously the most fascinating thing is that Mandi Line is a wizard. But it has been so interesting to watch how she has allowed each of Liars’ styles to evolve over the years while making very, very sure to keep their aesthetic as teenager-y as possible. The biggest transition from actor-to-character in recent years has been Shay to Emily, because every year of her life, that girl just gets sexier and sexier. So, they do the best they can. Ponytails and layers and vests and everything, but I guess sometimes there’s nothing you can do to combat the sheer power of her whole sexual deal, so you’ve just got to be like, “Fuck it, dim the lights and let’s hope the camera doesn’t catch on fire.” Which is exactly what’s happening right now as Emily and Paige lounge around in her bedroom talking about colleges. I mean, honestly, if you’re not legitimately hypnotized by that shirt and those shoulders and that collarbone and all that glorious, unleashed, disheveled hair, I think you’d better go with Jenna to the basement of Rosewood General Hospital and buy yourself a new pair of eyeballs.