#CBS Sitcoms

[rosalie-starfall]

Hetty & Trevor

Ghosts - The Family Business

[peachyygoblin]

Maybe another Time?🌹

crazy how their wedding went amazingly guys am I right!!!

[the-purple-auxiliatrix]

I gonna need some of yall to gently remember that ghosts is, at its CORE, a SITCOM yall. A SITCOM.

[alghulnyssa]

CBS GHOSTS | 2X02 ALBERTA'S PODCAST

[retropopcult]

The cast of Alice, 1979

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Mary Tyler Moore - The Dick Van Dyke Show (1961)

[afrsconp]

So this account was only going to be used to reply/comment to other people's posts, but then CBS released new Nissac pics and this happened, instead.

Inspired by the photos from S04E07, and especially this one:

“– you don’t even like dinosaurs, you’ve never cared for them, and you know that I myself love dinosaurs dearly – just as much as you love your ants! So you see–”

“Take it.”

“I–you–what?” Isaac exclaims, unsure if he’d heard correctly.

Nigel sits very still and keeps staring straight ahead, not even glancing at Isaac beside him on the bench. 

“Just take the bed,” he repeats.

“What are you– After all the arguments and fights and squabbling, now you’re just letting me take it?” Isaac stares at Nigel’s profile, more than a little disbelieving. “Just like that?”

Nigel takes a deep breath. “Do you know why I even wanted it in the first place?”

Isaac frowns. “Petty revenge?” he guesses.

Nigel smiles thinly. 

“Perhaps,” he acknowledges. “Partly, at least. But no. That wasn’t the real reason.” 

He's silent for some time, and when he speaks again, his voice is so quiet that Isaac has to lean a little closer to hear him.

“When we were engaged,” Nigel begins, “we were unable to exchange rings. We had no tangible, physical evidence that we were – that what we had was –”

He cuts himself off there, pressing his lips together, as though forcing the words to remain inside his throat, unspoken and unheard.

“And I thought,” he continues eventually, “I thought the bed could become that for me. One that came too late, I know, but still. A keepsake, if you will, of… what we once had.”

Nigel turns to look at him, finally, but the expression on his face is utterly blank: the kind of look one would give a featureless wall, or an empty canvas, or a – a complete stranger, Isaac thinks, as he tries and fails to read something of Nigel’s thoughts there, and finds nothing at all.

“But it’s becoming clear to me now,” Nigel adds, “that what I thought we had... was not what we actually had, and so–” He stops suddenly, swallowing whatever it was that he was going to say. “What’s the point of a keepsake that signifies nothing?” he asks instead.

He smiles again, but it's an awful expression, one that reminds Isaac of the way Nigel looked at him right after the aborted wedding, when he'd tried to explain why he called it off and Nigel told him, eventually, that it was all right and he understood.

"Besides," Nigel adds now, still smiling that awful smile, "it's the perfect replacement for the new daybed you always wanted. Symbolic of something you love... and only sleeping one."

Isaac jerks back slightly, the unexpected reminder only sharpening the sting.

“So take the bed, Isaac," Nigel says. "Take whatever you want.”

Then he stands and walks away, and though his shoulders are visibly tense his steps don’t falter and he doesn’t look back, not even once. 

Isaac watches him go, until his figure disappears into the woods in the distance, and all at once he's struck by a strange sense of inevitability. That now, that hard-won bed will no longer remind him of fun little dinosaur facts or an afterlife-changing lapdance, but that it will forever remind him of this, instead: the sight of Nigel's red coat vanishing into the trees; Nigel never saying the actual word but the last thing he said still sounding very much like goodbye.

Isaac glances at the bed's box nearby, then looks back at the woods again. He's won the battle; the bed is his now. But for some reason, this doesn’t feel like a victory at all.

[theminionjcfucked]

Quinn being the one to talk some sense into Tucker is so on brand for enemies to lovers

[oldshowbiz]

Lily Munster was a Canadian, Grandpa Munster was a Communist, and Herman Munster was a cartoonist.

[fitsofgloom]

Scorch The Earth, Scorch Your Brain

Scorch Your Dreams, And What Remains!

[rosalie-starfall]

Hetty & Trevor

Ghosts - The Christmas Spirit, Part Two

[do-you-ship-it-polls]

Do you ship it?

[froguemorgue]

and so what if they were a family

[thecryptidbard]

More thoughts on the Hetty plotline of “Holes are Bad”, put below the cut for spoilers/sensitive content:

Feeling so grateful that the writers didn’t just make Hetty’s death a ‘I was a woman trapped by my circumstances and killing myself to protect my child was So Noble And Brave Of Me’ thing like they hit on how she hoped to protect her son and how she was trapped but then still also made sure to go a step further and have Hetty acknowledge that regardless of if that had actually protected Thomas, she still knows now that she made a bad choice, and that a big part of it was not just her son but that she was so fucking unhappy in life and had no one and did not have the tools to deal with that and made a panicked, desperate decision that has haunted her ever since.

They don’t let it just be a single or easily digestible reason; they don’t give her an easy explanation or out for her choice, they treat it with nuance and such attention to her as a character in a way that I really can’t imagine any other show doing.

Basically, once again our writers are the best.

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

How successful would Amy Farrah Fowler…

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