Can u tell me how you felt watching the incident with Rebecca and Robert? I mean honestly the thoughts crossing ur mind as the minutes passed? How were you processing the dialogue your emotions?
anon i remember it VIVIDLY and i shall recap it for u here and now, should you actually have any desire to relive this waking nightmare that has plagued our lives ever since, in all it’s true and beautiful, terrible glory
(because i can do this now that i have clearly moved past this fictional event emotionally like the well-adjusted human i am)
this is long
PART THE FIRST: me, whatever date that thing happened, march 2017: a summary
me, before ep, with an impending sense of dread: where is my time machine when will this be over
me, when the boys start fighting: gdi boys
me, when robert is getting drunk: gdi robert
me, when adam tells vic not to go round: GOD DAMN IT ADAM
me, when robert calls rebecca: G O D D A M N I T R O B E R T
me, when rebecca goes round: god damn it rebeccaaaaaaaa
me, when robert starts ranting about aaron and being cruel: …………..*whispering* oh god damn it robert
me, when robert tries to kiss rebecca: god mother fucking D A M N I T ROBERT
me, when rebecca pulls away: 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 GOD 👏🏼 DAMN 👏🏼 IT 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 REBECCA !!!!!!! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯👏🏼👏🏼!!!
me, when i realise THE EPISODE ISNT OVER YET: oh god damn it
me, when robert chases after rebecca, now fully committed to complete life destruction in the stupid way that only robert sugden can manage, and starts talking shit to try and get her to sleep with him like a True Idiot Fucking Sleazebag: ……………………….god fucking damn it
me, when rebecca decides HEY FUCK IT WHO CARES THAT I KNOW HE’S MARRIED AND VULNERABLE AND THEY START DOING A DEVIL DANCE WITH THEIR TONGUES AS IF SATAN HIMSELF HATH RISEN TO EARTH THROUGH THE USE OF THE WELL KNOWN AND LOVED BY ONLY OLD PEOPLE AND MASOCHISTS BRITISH SOAP AND BAFTA AWARD WINNING BRITISH SOAP EMMERDALE, WHILE I IMMEDIATELY START GOOGLING THE BEST WAY TO BURN YOUR OWN EYEBALLS OUT OF YOUR SKULL: fuck.
PART THE SECOND: a trip down blog memory lane: the aftermath
and then i leapt upon the opportunity to yell at robert for being a knob, as i am wont to do
there were a lot of other posts made, of varying degrees of meta and annoyance, but the highlight was, and always will be, this singular anon message i received. i mean.
what a trip.