There are only three possible explanations for how Pretty Little Liars turned out:
1) I. Marlene King is clinically insane;
2) I. Marlene King is the greatest troll of the decade; or
3) I. Marlene King is just an incompetent, egomaniacal dickhead.
Don’t you wish it was anything but number 3? Sigh.
Can you feel the soothing waves of relief washing over you, with the knowledge that after this, only one more excruciating episode of Pretty Little Liars will ever darken you life?
We’re almost free.
For fuck’s sake, only five more episodes to go.
Dear God, just let it end.
And the fact that Sydney is still here, and now part of some kind of revamped A Team (the AD Team, I suppose?), isn’t even the stupidest thing about this episode.
Alison being impregnated with Emily’s egg isn’t even the stupidest thing about this episode.
I don’t know if I can go six more rounds with PLL, you guys.
The real tragedy is that nobody goes for a savage blind joke. The PLL of yesteryear would have delighted in that.
Also, I legitimately forgot that Sara was dead, so was pretty confused when she was brought up this episode.
Only eight episodes to go, baby.
Let it end.
God, just let it end.
I’m rough on Pretty Little Liars. A lot.
But I feel like I can’t overstate just how amazingly pathetic this episode is.
The phrase “has become a parody of itself” is often thrown around with too much abandon. But trust me, PLL has motherfucking earned it.
What a shocking waste of a show.
I can’t do this, anymore.
Just let it be over. Please.
Only thirteen episodes to go. God save me.