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.
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.
Yes, not even Ella and Byron’s re-wedding, as officiated by fucking Aria, no less, can out-cheese the Suddenly Soulmates subplot of Alison and Doctor Dude.
As long as nobody is getting menaced by a ute in a parking lot, I’m happy.
I think my favourite part about this second half of the season has got to be that Pretty Little Liars is making Cece’s murder the new big, important mystery
Because Pretty Little Liars seems to think that anyone, anywhere, would give even a quarter of a fuck about Cece.
Why wasn’t PLL nominated in the Comedy categories at the Golden Globes?
In this episode, B makes a bold claim about how, unlike A, they don’t hide in the shadows, bitch. They’re out here in the open and they’re comin’ to get you.
So, naturally, their approach is to hide in the shadows and send ominous text messages and literally wear a mask.