and the father of the year award goes to

All the myths

Here are all the myths I’ve retold to date. ‘To date’ makes it sound like I’ve updated since, like, last year, which is a lie, but then so is trickle-down economics, so.

Greek / Roman

And the Father of the Year Award Goes to Absolutely No-one - The Greek Creation Myth

The Original Neckbeard - Iphis and Ianthe

What Women Want - The Birth of Dionysus

Orpheus Plays John Mayer in Hell - Orpheus and Eurydice

Home Makeover, Hades Edition - The Abduction of Persephone

Daedalus Enables Rampant Bestiality - The Birth of the Minotaur

Daedalus’ Worthless Son - The Flight of Icarus

Embroidery to the Death - Athena and Arachne

All of Apollo’s Lovers are Trees: Part 1 - Apollo and Cyparissus

All of Apollo’s Lovers are Trees: Part 2 - Apollo and Daphne

Trashtalking and Olives - The Naming of Athens

Zeus’ Glorious Loophole - Zeus and Ganymede

Nursemaid by Day, Wingman by Night - The Conception of Adonis

Hades is Soft and Fragrant - Hades and Thanatos

The Original Biggus Dickus - Priapus

The Perils of Being a Wingman - Echo and Narcissus

The Bovine Conspiracy - Hermes and the Theft of Apollo’s Cows

Why Don’t Humans Have Laser Eyes? - Prometheus, Part 1: the Creation of Mankind

Zeus and Prometheus Have Beef - Prometheus, Part 2: the Trick at Mecone

The Gods’ Gift to Mankind - Prometheus, Part 3: Pandora’s Box


God Hates Hairdressers - Samson and Delilah


Thor’s Pretty, Pretty Frock- Thrymskvida (the Theft of Mjolnir)

Why I Can’t Watch War Horse - The Birth of Sleipnir


Dogs are Shit at Babysitting - Beddgelert

father of the year award goes to that one time my dad messaged me the morning after my breakup, completely unaware that me n josh had broken up bc i hadnt told anyone yet not even my best friends, and was like i just sent you a present!! check ur bank account. so i did and he had wired me $500. FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS. and im just like holy shit???!!!??? like i hadnt asked for any money at all or anything for that matter. and hes just like its to go towards your flight to see ur bf this summer :) and some solid nights of cheesecake (cause i had just discovered my love for cheesecake factory cheesecake). and i was just like in awe like holy shit thank you so much????? but i have to tell you dad me and josh broke up last night?? so like im not gonna need all this money for a flight im so sorry i can send it back. and his response was “thats just more cheesecake for you then!” like holy shit he just let me keep the $500 that i hadnt asked for i was literally so grateful bc i was in such a dark place at that point w/ the breakup and my antidepressants no longer working and finals hes the best and i love him so much???

artistsapprentice  asked:

If you're taking requests, can you please do a myth about one of the primordial Greek gods, like Nyx?

I absolutely can, although maybe not Nyx, as she’s not often the central character in the surviving myths we have, which honestly does not do justice to her role as namesake of my favourite makeup brand. Instead, I have written about the births of Kronos and Zeus, because Nyx makes a fleeting appearance and also most of the gods are primordial (primordial douchebags, am I right? I’m totally right.)

If you don’t fancy reading about nubile oiled men, the importance of good table manners, and the origins of Wolverine from X-Men, feel free to skip by pressing J on your keyboard. Extra context and literary stuff under the cut, as always!

And the Father of the Year Award Goes to Absolutely No-one

Before the world came to be, there was something. We’ll call it Chaos, because that’s what it was called, but it wasn’t like, chaos chaos, like when you’re running late for work and the toaster starts ballsing up and then suddenly the cat’s puking into your shoes and your mother’s phoning to tell you that your father is actually your uncle. It was more of a chasm, like a kind of tangible nothingness, made up of the elements of everything which would later become actual stuff, like the sea and the sky and sprouts, which actually sounds kind of rad, except there was no-one there to appreciate just how poetic it all was.

Except one day, something just kind of happens, and suddenly there’s someone there, and her name is Gaea, and she is the Earth. Like, literally. She is what we would now recognise as a planet. Which is fine. Real women have curves, etc.

Now, at this point, Gaea is just kind of hanging around by herself, when along comes Tartarus, who is the primordial divine personification of a realm of eternal torture and pain and is probably really shit at parties, and Gaea decides that Tartarus isn’t really the ideal best friend. She really can’t imagine having slumber parties with Tartarus and braiding each other’s hair over all the haunting wails of the dead. She’s kind of happy to have company, but being stuck with Tartarus is sort of like when you turn up late to a party and have to hang around by yourself for a while until some white guy with dreads shows up and starts talking about capitalism; it’s slightly better than loneliness, but not much, and also it makes you want to drink more.

So, one day she’s like “it’s kind of lonely here in the middle of nowhere with only a torturous realm for company, this is like living in Wales and frankly I won’t stand for it,” and then bam, she’s not alone anymore, because the void has spat out a new companion and this exceptionally hot dude is standing there, and he’s butt-naked and all toned and curved and probably oiled, because this myth is from Ancient Greece, and Gaea is like “holy buttocks, who in Chaos are you?” and the beautiful man just sighs wearily and says “I’m Eros, and I’m literally here for the sole purpose of making people want to do unspeakable things to one another.” Gaea pseudo-frowns and she’s like “what kind of unspeakable things, because if you mean relentless murder and ceaseless slaughter, then honestly, I think that’s just in my blood, I’m an Ancient Greek deity,” and Eros is like “have you ever wanted to just lie someone down and cover them in chocolate sauce?” and Gaea metaphorically wrinkles her proverbial nose and she’s like “no, that sounds unsanitary and also I’m a planet,” and then Eros clicks his fingers and says “how about now?” and Gaea does this weird little shiver thing, probably dislodging mountains and causing tectonic plates to collide like bodies on a dancefloor, and she’s like “do that again,” and Eros takes a few steps back and he’s all “no offence, but I’m the only other guy here, and I’m really more of a peanut butter guy myself.”

Then Gaea is like “as fantastic as those few moments of delight were, what’s the actual point? Like, why is it so important that people get the urge to do unspeakable things to each other up against barnyard doors? I mean, we were both just sort of born out of the ether with no need for body parts rubbing and touching in any pleasing way whatsoever, so why can’t things just carry on like that? What’s the need for the horizontal tango?” and Eros just shrugs and waves his sculpted arms a bit and says “plot holes, no pun intended.”

After a while, other things start to appear, like night (Nyx) and day (Hemera) and the realm of eternal, unflinching darkness, known as Erebos, and eventually Gaea just gets tired of having all these things floating around her like One Direction fans outside an arena, and so she does the only thing she can do, seeing as privacy screens haven’t been invented yet, and she gives birth to the sky and uses it as a makeshift veil. The sky’s name is Uranus, and, as it turns out, he’s virile as hell, because pretty soon he’s impregnated Gaea, and she gives birth to Oceanus, who is the divine personification of the sea, which means he’s totally wet and basically hates conflict, and then she gives birth to Kronos. Like his brother Oceanus, he’s a Titan, which means that he is part of the race of elder gods, along with their older siblings, including Thea, Rhea, Hyperion and Iapetos, among others, because condoms haven’t been invented yet, and let’s be honest, Uranus is totally the kind of guy who’d pretend that he couldn’t use them for reasons of girth.

Then, because this family isn’t fucked up enough already, Gaea gives birth to three giant monsters, the Hecatoncheires, who all have a hundred hands and fifty heads and can also control storms, which makes me wonder why they cast Halle Berry in X-Men and not just a hideous CGI conglomerate, and then she (Gaea, not Halle Berry) gives birth to three more monsters, each with one eye, called the Cyclopes. When Uranus sees his six new beautiful children, he’s all “wow, those came out of you? They must take after your side of the family,” and Gaea says “technically, you ARE my side of the family, sonsband,” and Uranus is like “shit, yeah, this is probably why incest is frowned upon, isn’t it? Anyway, I think you should just put them all back, to be honest,” and Gaea is like “what do you mean ‘put them all back’?” and Uranus is like “well, you know, back up the ol’ pipe,” and Gaea is like “say ‘pipe’ one more time and I’ll shove something up yours,” nobly resisting the urge to make a pun on his name, but Uranus is like “sorry, can’t hear you, I’m too busy shoving these gigantic monster children back into your womb,” and he’s not even lying.

Obviously, this causes Gaea some Problems, and so she decides that maybe it’s time to get rid of Uranus. When he’s asleep, probably dreaming about changing his name by deed poll, she gathers together all of her children – the ones who aren’t currently rolling around in her uterus, anyway – and she’s all “look, I’m going to level with you here. Your father is a dick. I could do so much better. I deserve Ryan Gosling, not some dude who thinks it’s OK to use my birth canal as a storage locker. I need your help, kids,” and then she takes out this absolutely massive sickle, and she says “this sickle is made of adamant, which is a radical new element that I made for this specific purpose. It’s stronger than Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson after a meal of spinach, and without meaning to blow my own trumpet, it really is the goddamn poodle’s privates. Like, if I were to create my own super powered mutant soldier, I’d probably coat his bones with this shit and maybe make him some awesome claws of the same stuff, because this? This stuff is nearly unbreakable. It’s totally fit for purpose,” and then her kids are like “by ‘purpose’, do you mean that you want us to use that sickle on our father?” and Gaea nods sagely and she’s like “I want you to use it all over him,” and her kids confer with one another, drawing some diagrams and making detailed notes, and then they turn back to her and say in unison “nope.”

Except they don’t say it completely in unison, because Kronos, the youngest of her Titan children, pipes up like “I know what needs to be done, grandma-mother,” and Gaea says “do you?” and Kronos nods and says “I do. I know exactly what you want me to do, 100%. I understand your plan completely. I volunteer,” and Gaea places her hand firmly on Kronos’ shoulder and grins and she’s like “grandson-son, let us put our shared plan into action,” and Kronos takes the sickle and he’s like “you can count on me, grandma-mother, I won’t let you down,” and Gaea probably just groans a bit because she’s still full of monster children.

Later that night, Uranus comes over to Gaea for a night of nocturnal naughtiness, and he’s about to cock his leg in a jaunty and arousing manner and be like “let us kiss with tongues, mother-wife,” when he hears this battle cry from behind him, and before he can turn around to see what the fuck is going on, Kronos has leapt on him with this massive sickle, and then Kronos raises the sickle above his big Titan head and brings it down in a swooping arc, right on Uranus’ dick. Like, that’s it. He just cuts it clean off, severing it right at the base, then throws it over his shoulder like salt in the Devil’s face, and Uranus just starts sobbing and says “for a Titan, that really wasn’t tight at all. I knew that having kids would be difficult, but this just absolutely takes the proverbial biscuit,” and he leaves, because there’s not a lot else he can do, really.

When he’s gone, Gaea turns to Kronos and she’s just like “you cut his dick off?” and Kronos nods proudly and says “our plan has come to fruition, mother,” and Gaea rolls her eyes and she’s like “I was thinking more along the lines of ruthless patricide, but I guess your idea also worked,” and Kronos wrinkles his nose and he’s all “what kind of monster would kill their own father? Balls or no balls, I still need the old guy to teach me how to throw a ball, y’know,” and Gaea just rolls her eyes and she’s about to make some remark about how a good father probably wouldn’t shove his kids back inside their mother, when Uranus’ testicles, which have landed in the sea, start to foam, and from the dick foam this beautiful woman emerges, and she’s like “I need two things. Firstly, I need a bath, because honestly, natural childbirth has absolutely nothing on what just happened to me, and secondly, I need a dry martini and a nubile young man,” and Gaea is all “literally who the fuck are you?” and the woman is like “I’m Aphrodite, and I really want to just reiterate that I’m covered in dick foam, so can we keep this conversation as brief as possible, like three seconds max” and Kronos is like “go to Cyprus, there are baths there beyond your wildest dreams,” and Aphrodite goes to Cyprus and presumably bathes in bleach for about three years.

Meanwhile, Uranus, hiding away in shame and anger, mutters under his breath something very sinister, something along the lines of “I hereby prophesy that the end of the Titans shall fall very soon, as they are overthrown by their own treacherous children and punished for their sins, signed Uranus xoxo.”

A whole bunch of time passes, and honestly, what happens next is incredibly complicated and involves more birth scenes than a director’s cut of Alien, but in a nutshell, a whole bunch of gods book a hotel room with each other, producing generations of gods, nymphs and other creatures. Kronos himself marries Rhea, his sister, and the two of them have a whole bunch of children, including Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Poseidon and Hades. Now, you’d think that Kronos, having seen the effect that bad parenting can have on a marriage and indeed a penis, might be a better father to his own kids than Uranus had been to him. You would be wrong. In fact, Kronos takes fatherhood to new lows. Having heard Uranus’ prophecy that he is fated to be overthrown by his own son, Kronos takes a leaf out of his father’s book and decides that the best place for his children is inside their parent. However, unlike Uranus, Kronos doesn’t put them back inside their mother; presumably remembering how THAT had turned out, he puts them inside himself instead, and swallows them whole, barely even tasting them. Honestly, I’m not sure why he didn’t chew them first, but whatever. He doesn’t.

After her brother-husband has eaten five of her children, Rhea begins to get a bit fed up (and honestly, why it took five attempts for her to get sick of this shit, I also have no idea; clearly, neither of them are Parent of the Year). So, when she becomes pregnant for the sixth time, she finds her mother-mother-in-law, Gaea, and she’s like “look, I know that Kronos was always your favourite son because of the time he helped you chop off dad’s dick, but now Kronos is BEING a dick, and I need your help,” and Gaea is like “Kronos stopped being my favourite child the moment he copied his dad and internalised his children. If only he could have taken after his mother more, and been awesome and totally opposed to infanticide. Well, I’ll tell you what; that son you’re carrying is going to save you from a life of matrimonial fatigue, but you have to do a couple of things first,” and Rhea says “just tell me what to do,” and Gaea is like “you have to run away, give birth in a magic cave, and pretend that your son is a rock,” and Rhea just sighs and she’s like “honestly, my kids are probably better inside Kronos’ digestive tract and away from this family unit,” but she does what Gaea asks.

So, when Rhea has given birth to her son – whom she names Zeus, which is a name you may be familiar with – she finds a huge rock and swaddles it, dressing it in a fetching babygro with the motif ‘DADDY’S LITTLE FLESH CHILD, MUMMY’S LITTLE NOT-A-GEODE’ and hands it to Kronos. Kronos takes one look at the rock and says “this baby has my eyes, darling,” and then promptly swallows it whole, completely falling for the trick, believing that he’s swallowed his fifth child. Rhea, presumably wondering if Kronos and the rock have more in common than she first thought, goes off to raise her baby in secret.

After a while, yet more time passes and Zeus grows up into an absolutely strapping young god, all bearded and muscled and, most importantly, not swilling around inside Kronos’ bowels, and Gaea is like “OK, grandson. The prophecy says that you will overthrow your father, so the first thing to do is to make him throw up,” and Zeus is like “why would I do that? When dad overthrew HIS dad, he got to use a phenomenal sickle, and I just get to use a bit of bad ham?” and Gaea says “firstly, you’re right, that sickle was fucking sick, and secondly, your father never chewed his food, and you have a few siblings who are probably very grateful for that, although honestly they’d be a tad less grateful if they’d ever had to sit opposite him at dinner, rather than inside him,” and so Zeus goes off to find Kronos.

When he finds him, he slips him an emetic herb, and Kronos immediately throws up his children, all covered in stomach slime but still alive and fully grown. Zeus is like “hey siblings, I’m Zeus, and honestly, I will never fully comprehend what you have been through, but I hope we can bond over this experience anyway,” and Hades is like “I think there’s a bit of partially digested carrot in my hair,” and Hera says “no, that’s just stomach lining, but you do have something unspeakable on your shoulder,” and Demeter says “thanks for saving us, Zeus, but dad looks super pissed that you just made him throw up his children,” and Kronos mutters “and that great bit of roast ham that I had for lunch.”

Zeus just shrugs and he’s like “well, there’s this prophecy which says that dad’s going to look defeat right in the face very soon and I’m going to be the one who puts it there, so honestly, I’m going to just let him have this one. I’d probably be angry too, if someone gave me a prophecy which told me that my child would overthrow me and I subsequently internalised that child for my own protection and suzerainty, only to have the child break free from my body somehow. Boy, that would really blow.“

Glaring at his family, just about managing to speak through his anger, Kronos snarls “you know what this means, son?” and Zeus sets his jaw into a rigid line, pushes his shoulders back so that his biceps look particularly rugged in his favourite white tank top, and then he digs into the pocket of his skinny black jeans and pops a tooth-pick into his mouth, chewing it with a pensive look on his face, and after a few tense seconds have passed, during which Kronos is just clenching his fists and trembling with unspent fury, Zeus says “yes, dad. This means war.”

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Me as I watch ML season 2 WARNING SPOILERS

*endless screaming*


GABRIEL YOU PIECE OF CRAP FATHER. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU (hopes my roommate doesn’t wake up and try to have a serious talk with me tomorrow)

OHhhhhh so THATS how he gets to his secret lair

wait is the tunnel to the secret lair magic why are there windows if he goes down


Hot dang Adrien, you really want her ;) way to totally use cookies as an excuse to lean like for a kiss


there is no way Adrien doesn’t KNOW she’s Ladybug

Daddy!Logan Drabbles

Sweet Dreams

Sometimes he thinks it’s all just a dream. That perhaps he passed out at the local bar after having one too many pints of beer. Memories of those he has lost. The often none too forgiving migraines brought on by years of both mental and physical abuse–Charles’s seizure episodes adding onto the stress.

Storm, Scott, Kurt, Hank, Jean, and now Charles. All gone. And in this haze, he cannot help but wonder if he is too. That maybe he’s trapped in some weird circle of Hell or Purgatory. That none of this is real. A joke. A cruel one at that.

It’s only when the small frame shifts beside him from where she lies curled on the couch. Her body pressed against his, locks of dark brown hair shadowing over her face. He can feel her breathing at his side, the softest of snores escaping from her mouth. From how she’s situated, he can’t see how she could possibly be comfortable. But she must be. Lost to the world. At peace.

His eyes flicker to the television, the Disney movie she made them rewatch for a third time that night heading into the credits. It was a school holiday tomorrow, that was the only reason she’d been allowed to stay up late. And quite frankly, he felt he deserved the “Father of the Year” award for not losing his mind over the damn cartoons and children shows she loved so dearly. With, of course, the occasional western flick he’d agree to.

He exhales, inhaling deeply. He coughs, but it isn’t rough and as painful as it used to be. He receives medical help now. Once a week at the local clinic, hopefully with visits needed less as time goes on. For her, that’s why he does it. This desire to die. To end it all. Now, it lingers in his mind no more. He has to be there. For her. As she does for him.

Careful not to jostle her, he brushes her hair from her face and manages to somehow stand up with her in his arms. She stirs and he pauses, but she doesn’t wake up. Quietly, he walks down the hallway, the floorboards creaking under his weight. Thankfully, her room isn’t far and he succeeds with getting her inside without the sounds of the house rousing her.

Slowly, he sets her down, pulling the covers over her frame as she unconsciously shifts on her bed. Her face is calm, features relaxed. No nightmares. No fears. Perhaps tonight would be a good night for her. Maybe he could finally have a night without having to share his bed with her. Not that he minded that much. He had bad dreams too. And if he could, he’d gladly take all of hers onto him without a second’s thought.

He watches her for a moment, looking for any signs of distress. There are none. So he inhales, bending over once more to make the final adjustments to her cot. Blankets pulled up. Hair out of her face. Minion nightlight plugged into the wall–fuck those yellow cartoon things–before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Sleep tight, kid,” he mutters, giving her one final glance before heading out of her room. “See you in the morning.”

[[im seriously so confused why I have tears in my eyes??? I was just so happy to make family headcanons omg save my poor soul please]]


- best father of the year award; almost won. He would be the best dad ever, if he stayed home enough. He likes to travel a lot, and a kid in tow limits him so there will be times he goes off for a week or two alone.

- that doesn’t mean he doesn’t LOVE to take his kid and you on trips as well.

- Money is never a problem (heuheu) so they will be spoiled rotten. It’s up to you to make them not a bratty spoiled.

- though he’s lenient on some things, he’s also strict on other things.

- he could never bring himself to hit his child, but if he’s serious enough he will yell at them.

- Chrollo also will teach his child how to steal things effectively, if they ask him to.


- is the father to give his children a full tub of ice cream before dinner and tell them to run to the treehouse when you finD OUT HAHHAHAA.

- but seriously now. Hisoka doesn’t like kids; and kids don’t like Hisoka. Sure he finds them cute, but having one of his own isn’t his cut of tea.

- but if he loves you enough, he will stay and deal with having a child. If not.. Well he’s not above being a run away day(sorry to say)

- though he’ll love the child, he will haaaaaate them until their like three and potty trained. Then he’ll absolutely ADORE them.

- he will dress them in cute clothes and do cute things with him like make pancakes and catch fire flys together. He’d be a not so bad dad to be honest from that point.

- will train his child to be strong when they grow up, teaching them nen and stuff from a very young age. This child will defiantly be hella strong and sassy uuuhg.


- oh god before the baby is even born, you’re going to have to give him major Parenting 101 lessons. No torturing. No injecting him with poison, no matter how tiny it is. No training them the second they can walk. Etc.

- he really will care about his child, though. He’ll spoil them and all, and though he’ll be hella awkward if they come to him for comfort, he’ll do his best to help them feel better.

- if he has a daughter, he’ll be even more clueless as to how to raise them. All he’s had were brothers(at least in his eyes, seeing Alluka as a male uhgg), so he’s had no experience with raising girls. He would be relying on you a lot.

- okay, I might have been a bit harsh on Illumi. When he says he wants to inject poison in the child, or train them, he does it for two reasons; one, that’s how he and all his siblings were raised,- nod thinks thats what’s right. And two; because he wants them to be strong, since he knows the world is a cruel place, and he won’t always be there to protect them. So if you’re accepting enough, he may just be able to convince you to have a few of his costumes in raising the child. (But still no torture)

- surprisingly, Illumi would be very interested in his children’s interests. “what’s that? …. What does it do? …. Why would you want to do that?…. Because it’s fun? ….. Let me try.” Kinda like that.

- soooooo protective. This child may just have to be home schooled, until he thinks they’ll be okay on their own in terms of defense. And of course when they do go to school they will have nothing but the trendiest and best of cloths (not really that’s a lie they will wear fucking doorknobs on their nips and shoulder pads the side of melons don’t ever let him dress you children).



- loves to do anything and everything with his child. What you doing, drawing? I bet I can draw a better lion you bastard. What’s that, you’re singing? Let’s see who can sing the loudest and annoy your mom/other dad first. Building a house out of Popsicle sticks? Fuck you I’ll build you an actual house fIGHT ME.

- they don’t even NEED a jungle gym; Uvigin himself is one. His children and his friends will climb on top of him and Uvo will love the attention so much he’ll throw them in the air(like 20 fucking feet) and do extreme shit.

- Uvo really doesn’t like kids honestly, finds them annoying and loud and snotty and disgusting. But if it’s his own kid he looks past all of that and can only see the good qualities in them.


- having a kid of his own will make him want to have even MORE kids, and even more after that. Needless to say, he’ll want a big big family after having only one kid.

~ Admin cookie

PLL rant time..

Okay the main thing I have to say about that episode is what the actual fuck.

To start positive, I am HEREEEE for dark Aria. Like girl fuck me up I’m ready for it. At least it’s something interesting and potentially adds to the fucking plot for once. The Sydney aspect, like just why. She’s irrelevant. Half of the main characters can’t even remember her name and you expect us to think she’s involved with all this bullshit or want us to care. Like bitch byeeeeee. 

Now getting to the whole Alison situation. We all knew it was coming with the egg situation. Doesn’t make it any less fucked up. The whole scene in the baby store was so sad to me. Imagine how hard it was for Alison to decide to abort this baby. All she’s ever wanted was a family. The idea of this child if she could separate it from Archer would be a fresh start for her. Someone she could show love and compassion to. Someone she could read Great Expectations to and be there for like no one really was for her. But she couldn’t separate the idea of Archer from the baby. And he stole all of her money so that makes raising a child kind of difficult as well. So she made the choice and made an appointment. And here this fucking game sends her in this baby store to look at baby clothes and toys, then forces her to pick items for her fucking registry. LIKE COME AT ME A.D. I WILL FIGHT A BITCH. That alone had to be so difficult and you could see it in her eyes. All of this leading up to the fucking donor announcement being Emily. Alison can’t separate that baby from being Emily’s like she could with Archer. Emily is kind and is the only person Alison has probably ever trusted in her entire life. So here she is thrown between a rock and and a hard place. Not only taking into account her own feelings, since she has to carry the baby, but now factor in Emily’s as well. 

Meanwhile… Spencer just wants to find her birth mother. Both her and Alison deserve better than their fucked up families. (Excluding Veronica hastings. Wine mom award of the century goes to you bb) Apparently no one knew what a condom or birth control was in rosewood 20 something years ago. Hanna randomly stumbles upon her basically adoptive fathers house who happens to be Spencer's half sister’s dad and is harboring Spencer's birth mother. Mr. Hastings is still a dick. Ezria, Emison, and Spoby fans found dead. The Paily show will be canceled in two weeks. 

And that’s what you missed on glee

My Queen predictions for 2015:

Anita shockingly divorces Brian after he becomes unable to walk into a building without exclaiming ‘THE DOCTOR IS IN THE HOUSE!’

Buckingham Palace posthumously awards Freddie the OBE, along with the most noble award and honor to anyone, the BMF, or 'Boss Mother Fucker’.

Tabloids run wild with a story on the Red Special leaving Brian after photos surface of him sensually strumming a 1959 Les Paul Sunburst.

I appear on The Jeremy Kyle Show to find out that I am in fact the father to Tigerlily’s newborn octuplets.

Scientist conclude after years of research that the meaning of life is to 'Fun It’.

Roger completes his first successful text, sending 'Do U have aNy CadburyFlakes ?.’ to Spike’s phone.

Roger goes on a month long vacation to a distant, vacant island after hearing one too many Santa jokes.

John gets a new recliner.

Queen’s more politically correct 'Thank Your Personal Belief’s Deity It’s Winter Solstice’ fails to chart in any country.

Roger is banned from Ibiza for a year after his third YWI (Yachting While Intoxicated).

John rejoins the boys for the 2015 Queen + Adam Lambert tour after blowing all his money on his high-end toaster collection.

Roger realizes that he’s been in the rock band Queen for the past 40+ years.

Scientists also conclude that this is both the real life, and just fantasy.

Maylor Monday becomes a national holiday in North Korea.