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.
God help me, I actually enjoyed this episode.
Because something actually fucking happened.
If only we could go back in time and let the rest of the season and series know this hidden secret.
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.
Don’t let Toby’s tears get you too excited.
Pretty Little Liars is still utterly wasting its dwindling time left.
Only seven to go. Let’s keep that countdown coming.
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.