i don’t see how anyone is surprised that marlene killed yvonne so spoby could happen. it was pretty fucking obvious that she wasn’t going to stick around from the start. it’s rushed, it’s shitty writing, it’s problematic as hell, and yvonne and spoby both deserved a far better resolution.
But come on, this is the writing team that decided romance was having caleb and spencer fall in love for half a season only for caleb to cheat on her with hanna and then claim he’s loved hanna all along, who are still romanticizing a teacher/student relationship that, even looking past all it’s other transgressions, continues to be boring af, who think the best way to put emily and alison together, the slowburn ship to end all slowburn ships who would have had no trouble being brought together naturally, is to introduce two other girls for emily and then inject emily’s eggs into alison in a complete and utter violation of both girls bodies.
like, did you expect better from the writers? really? if you didn’t see this coming i don’t know what to tell you.
Day 1 - Favourite Crew Member: Arnold Judas Rimmer BSC, SSC
“What am I supposed to say? ‘Fear not, I’m the bloke who used to clean the gunk out of the chicken soup machines! Actually, we know sod all about space travel - but if you’ve got a blocked nozzle, we’re your lads!’”
francis: there are such things as ghosts. people everywhere have always known that. and we believe in them every bit as much as homer did. only now, we call them by different names. memory. the unconscious. camilla: do you mind if we change the subject? please?
I hate that lately it’s become trendy for people to be SO confident to the level where they’re arrogant, cocky, and full of themselves. What happened to humility and self-awareness?Of course you should know your worth and value; but what’s more beautiful than someone who is aware of their faults and flaws, and always working on becoming a better person.
32: Why did we have to have kids? 63: Can you just man up and change his diaper? 74: You’re a dork, just like your father 84: Come on, baby, up to bed.
I forgot I had leftover prompt requests from the first prompt list I posted. I didn’t do all of them, but picked these ones out.
Birthday parties are hard. Especially, when it’s for your six year old.
You make your way around the backyard to make sure everything was where it needed to be, leaving Shawn to take care of the food in the kitchen.
The birthday girl in question was no where to be found inside and that made you suspicious. You scan the perimeter of the yard and what catches your eye is the purple tutu with accompanying legs sticking out from behind the designated gift table. A tiny hand reaches up to pull down a gift, only to come back up and place it back.
“Amelia. What do you think your doing?”
She pops up from behind the table, deer-in-headlights look on her face as the plastic tiara she’s wearing flies off her head. She scrambles to pick it up and crookedly puts it back on.
“Nothing mommy. Just making sure no one took my gifts.”
“Honey, no one’s going to take them from you. You’ll open them and more in just a bit, okay?”
She huffs out and nods her head at you. “Okay.” Then there’s a pout on her face as she makes her way inside the house that you know she learned from Shawn and you mentally curse him for that.
You follow behind her and pick her up into a hug, swinging her around as a shrill giggle erupts from her.
“You’re a dork, just like your father.”
It’s a quarter to two when you peek out the blinds to check the street outside. So far, no one was was making their way to the house yet and you were thankful. In less than fifteen minutes the house would be full of hyperactive children and their parents.
All of a sudden you hear Shawn curse from the kitchen. “No.” And soon after he’s making his way towards you with your 8 month-oldin tow. He’s holding Ethan right in front of him, hands under his armpits, with a sour expression on his face. Ethan, on the other hand, looked like he had the best time of this life.
“He had a blowout.” Shawn whines.
You stand there staring at him wondering if he’s serious. If looks could kill he would probably be in a lot of pain right now. “Shawn, I love you, but can you just man up and change his diaper? People will be here soon.”
He wrinkles his nose at you as he pouts his lips, turning around to make his way towards Ethan’s nursery.
“Why did we have kids?” He mutters under his breath.
You roll your eyes as you make your way to the kitchen to open up a bottle of wine. You know you were going to need it.
It’s safe to say that the party was a success. You can tell by the smile on Amelia’s face as she runs around the backyard as Shawn chases after her. You’re holding Ethan on your hip as you make your way outside and take a seat on the deck.
The last of the guests left a little after six and you’re reveling in the quiet that returned to the house. That is until the screaming laughter disrupts your thoughts, but brings a smile to your face when you see Shawn scoop up Amelia in his arms.
“I want a piggy back ride, daddy!” she squeals out as she flails her legs around.
Shawn laughs as he puts her down and drops to her level. “Hop on, Princess.”
You watching them for a while as Shawn runs all over the backyard, occasionally looking back to check on Amelia as the laughter pours out of her.
This was worth it, you think.
You turn your attention back Ethan who’s also watching them and kiss him on the forehead. He nuzzles into your chest as he rubs his eyes and yawns. You cradle his body close to you as you get up from your seat.
i was gonna make a video of me saying whatevr people replied to that post with but my mum wouldn’t leave the room and she was on the phone so inbetween her talking we were talking about these grapes her friend grows cos i dont like them but she does so i just recorded that instead