#s: abbott elementary

[cdyssey]

Abbott Elementary + Things to Never Say to Someone Who Just Came Out [insp.]

[ap-kinda-lit]

Kid Raditz: Can’t I just draw?

Nappa: Whatever it takes to keep you outta my hair.

Kid Raditz: Sir, you are bald.

[cdyssey]

Melissa watches her wife at work, bent over the bed of future turnip greens, gently smoothing the dirt with her gloved fingers. She’s meticulous with every gesture—focused, rhythmic, controlled—as is the Barbara Howard way. But there’s something softer about all these collected traits when she’s gardening in their backyard—when there are no cameras or other pesky onlookers to turn the simple pastime into yet another stunning performance from a woman who is the master of them.

In this infinitesimal moment, Barbara is just existing.

As herself.

And perhaps even for herself.

How miraculous, how rare, and how lovely.

Melissa, leaning on a rake that she has long stopped pretending to use, studies the way the sun glints off the pearls that are perpetually around Barbara’s neck, mesmerized by that iridescent sheen. And she obsesses over the elegant silhouette of the older woman’s wide-brimmed gardening hat, how it’s angled in such a way so as to half-eclipse her face. But even still, her plump lips are visible, red and lovely—mouthing the words to some Gospel hymn. And her voice—sweeter than any honey, deeper than any twilight—spirals upwards into the air and slowly back down again, peppering Melissa like a light, summer rain.

Cleansing.

Reverent.

Holy.

It doesn’t take too long for Barbara to realize that she’s being surveilled, of course—attentive when it comes to the gaze of others, overly vigilant even—and she looks up from her greens with a smile that is at once fond and exasperated.

Crooked on her lips.

But radiant.

Always.

(Granted, she may be more than a little biased.)

“Daydreaming again?” Her wife asks, gentle amusement in her voice, a little dirt charmingly smudged on her nose.

“Nah,” Melissa shakes her head, grinning, her cheeks warm with blush. “Just admiring the view.”

it’s giving soft wives on a sunny, april morning. one tending to her garden as the other watches, falling more in love with her if that’s even possible

[incorrectmahabharatquotes]

Sahadev: Some people just hate each other, and that's fine.

Nakul: That's right, I don't like Yudhishtir and it's going great.

Bheem: I'm a pacifist. You mess with me, Imma pass a fist in your face.

[tani-b-art]

“…never wanna leave”, “…pop up uninvited”, “I’m coming over…” and “I left my tshirt…”

S!mone’s “Short Notice”, it was written for Avanine (AvJaRy too) for this episode! Ava is absolutely “coming over” again, for that left-on-purpose sweater.

[church-of-lilith]

that drug discussion in the teachers lounge is up there on the list of the funniest scenes in the entire show. sheryl’s line delivery is top tier i literally couldn’t breathe

[cdyssey]

QNQJWJDJJEEJ. At the end there, that little tour guide was hoping to get her entire world rocked by a redheaded MILF.

Melissa’s homoerotic fued with the museum volunteer

[cryingpariah]

When I was growing up, my mom used to randomly make me brownies that had black beans and spinach so I was none the wiser about getting healthy stuff in my treats.

Mihawk does the same to the boys who, despite having some very advanced sensors and observation haki, never seem to pick up on all the secret fiber, calcium, and Vitamin A and C they were getting.

You know who else is obliviously receiving those healthy bars of deliciousness? Buggy.

I’d like to think he started doing this due to Zoro and Perona's absolutely atrocious diets just alcohol for the former and just jelly sandwiches for the latter. By the time the boys come into his life he’s a pro! He'll slip into the kitchen undetected and slip copious amounts healthy vitamins and minerals for his growing kids (and also Buggy). The kids all coming flying when the heavenly smell of chocolate fills the air and practically bouncing all the walls with excitement!

“Papa did you make us brownies?!?”

“Indeed I did, they are still cooling but will be fit for consumption soon. Let us all go wash up in preparation.”

Gabe and Gryphon race each other to the sink and playfully splash water on each other before properly committing to the task. The atmosphere was light and peaceful a not so distant comedic yelp cut through it.

“YEOWCH!”

They head back to the kitchen to see roughly a third of the brownie pan being juggled in two disembodied hands as Buggy is painfully making his way through another, steam leaks out from his mouth, nose and ears before he swallows relieved and happy. The happiness is short lived as his eyes meet the offended faces of his kids and partner.

*gasp* “DADDY'S STEALING OUR BROWNIES!” >:O

“This isn’t theft! This issssss a lesson! Yes, a lesson on why good pirates don’t leave their treasure unattended!”

The frowns and pouts don’t leave the boys faces and the clown confessed to his egregious crimes with sobbing apologies.

His punishment? Sitting in the corner watching everyone else enjoying the sweets while the Shame Bell is being rung in his ears.

[cdyssey]

HELP ME SKQKDNWJSNSN [x]

[gudbunni00]

Let me go watch the new season of Abbott before tumblr ruins it with all these spoilers!!

[cdyssey]

Wait, let me be serious about this and stop dragging you in the GC.

Manifesting S7 Scheoward sitting in their living room on their sagging, well-loved couch, side-by-side-by-loving-side. They’re watching some stupid movie from the nineties that Barbara picked, and it’s so goddamn corny as most nineties movies are. Melissa and Gerald tease her lightly because that’s just what they do. That’s how they show their love. And Barbara only ever pretends to be offended because that’s how she says I love you back.

They share a bowl of popcorn.

Gerald’s in charge of pouring them all wine.

Barbara curls into Gerald, and she rests a hand on Melissa’s warm thigh.

It’s nice, this little life they’ve carved out for themselves.

It’s home.

🕯️🕯️s(c)heoward s7 endgame 🕯️🕯️

[amtrak12]

But for real I can't stomach watching SVU like I thought I would be able to because there's too many hospitals and too many people getting beat up, so I have been surviving off of Schitt's Creek and lilsimsie twitch vods and am swiftly running out of both. Please send comedy suggestions 😩

[mainlysarcastic]

I need a new sitcom to watch but am stuck in a loop of just rewatching the same few shows every year

These are the shows I’ve watched/rewatched recently

Big Bang Theory

Young Sheldon

The Middle

The Office

Parks & Rec

Modern Family

New Girl

Friends

That’s 70’s Show

Malcolm in the Middle

How I Met Your Mother

How I Met Your Father

Abbot Elementary

2 Broke Girls

If anyone has any suggestions for shows I should watch lemme know cause I need something new

(I don’t wanna watch a show that’s still airing though I want to be able to watch the whole thing)

[theessenceofbeautyy]

quinta content you may have missed merry day after christmas <333

[cdyssey]

God, this plucks a chord in me—the distinct possibility of Barbara Howard being othered by ladies in her church.

Delisha Sloss literally steals from the people of God, but there she is, at the mall, perhaps with other members of the congregation, and she has power in her hands. She has companions, allies.

And Barbara, separate from them, not in the in-group. They look at her differently. There’s something different about her. They talk about her—in the way catty church ladies do—behind her back, when Bible Club is over. They sense something is off with Barbara, even if they won’t introspect themselves and the skeletons in their own closets.

Barbara Howard is a perfect woman of God.

She’s hiding something, isn’t she?

Delisha spreads rumors about her; she can do as much since Barbara hasn’t told her own dirty secret.

Barbara isn’t the saint she makes herself out to be.

She fights with the usher.

(She plays in the mud.)

She’s too close with that foul-mouthed redhead teacher who sometimes comes to the church bake sales.

Barbara Howard being alienated at church, the one other place besides Abbott she has rooted her identity in.

Barbara Howard being judged and found wanting.

oh wait delisha said ‘church-like’ not church behavior. that’s WORSE. she might as well have said “you’re not one of us and we can see right through you”