8/30/2015

Shameless US vs UK


I haven't posted in a few days- or something like that- but I wanna just say I'm still alive. Some people might hate that the girl with the purple hair and the obsession with How To Get Away With Murder is still kicking, but whatever. Live your way.

Really, I should be reading the first chapter on my theatre book, but I don't want to neglect this blog. It's my little baby that I'm going to grow into a nice, beautiful, angry teenager. Like the kids in Until Dawn or something. Or Victoria Chase.

Anyways, I've been watching Shameless UK because I wanted to see the differences. I'm not even halfway through it or anything (I skipped a lot of the first season because Shameless US and UK are pretty much the exact same) but I think that both are pretty great in their own ways.

There's characters I like a lot more in the UK version, such as Kash and Debbie. I hated both of them in the US version. I think the exact moment I knew I would like Kash in the UK version is when he was talking to Ian and said that it took every ounce of his will to sleep next to a woman every night when he doesn't like the feel of her skin. I felt a similar way when I used to kiss boys I didn't really like.

I like Mickey in the US version a lot more. He's a lovable prick and I love him so much, okay? I needed a character like Mickey in my life, honestly. I also like Fiona in the US version a lot better,
but her and Jimmy/Steve/Jack/Sonny/Johnny weren't as cute in the US version.

I think that the US version has better looking actors/actresses in it, so that could be a big reason people who are used to the US version and try watching the UK version stop watching it. Yes, we Americans really are that shallow sometimes.

Although, I'll admit I've watched Misfits and would be pissed if they made a US version. They'd cast Rudy as someone who looks picture perfect and I'd be so upset. Also, is it bad I was weirdly attracted to Kelly? I also thought Jess was GORGEOUS, but I bet that's not an unpopular attraction. WAIT. I was attracted to Kelly because of the accent. Also I have a thing for people who attack Hitler because my creepy stalker loves Hitler and Nazism because he's a fucking idiot.

Anyways. I think I like how Shameless UK focuses more on other characters other than the Gallaghers. It's revolved around the Estate rather than whatever guy we don't care about that Fiona is screwing this week (yes, shade) and I think I like that more. There's only so much drama you can add in the lives of Frank, Fiona, Lip, Ian, Debbie, Carl, and Liam (lol when is the last time Liam got a plotline) without getting bored with the recycled plotlines.

Also, Monica's sexuality seems to get a bit more attention in the UK version in my opinion.

Speaking of Monica, there's the most important topic. The selling point of the US version is who plays Frank.

I think a lot of people gloss over the fact that Frank is literally one of the most important characters in each series. Yeah, he's an ass. He's an alcoholic ass. However, having William H. Macy portray Frank is one of the best choices ever. Honestly, it was hating Frank that drove me to love the US series in the first place. Watching Fiona tell him off and him giving these hilarious speeches was one of the biggest appeals of the series for me.

So, this one goes out to the US version. William H. Macy, you play a mean douchebag!

8/16/2015

Dealing with Ridiculous People in High School


It's that time of year.

You know, when we buy new clothes and we get that one shirt we really, really fucking hate. We also get school supplies that would look better sitting in a cute container but noooooo it's for school! 

See, the thing about high school is that it's better than middle school, but it sucks more than most other things. So therefore, you totally need advice on it. 

I'm not incredibly popular in school or anything. I've never been to a high school party in my life, nor do I really care enough to want to go. I just did good on my school work and now I'm taking college classes from the local community college. I spruce up my blogs and write blog posts in my spare time while watching Shameless and HTGAWM. Maybe you're living a life totally different to me in high school and having the time of your life partying with the other popular kids and everyone loves you. Good for you, honestly! 

However, if you are living in a similar perspective, you probably have some really ridiculous person being... well, ridiculous.

Now, I know that popular girls aren't evil or bitches, and some of the jocks aren't jerks and in fact just really love playing football. Those people haven't caused me much trouble in high school. The ones who have caused me the most trouble? Uh, this is going to come across as really rude but the two people who gave me the most trouble were two really trashy girls that weren't very popular. 

The first trashy girl would always call me ugly and make fun of my hair. She would always talk about me right there and make fun of the striped shirts I always wore freshman year. Her and her friend Trashy Girl #2 would sit across from me and just point out my hair, clothes, and even what color nails I had on. When she wasn't with Trashy Girl #2, she would stare at me from afar. I think she started a (totally true) rumor that I was lesbian to try to make me feel like shit about myself.

The second trashy girl would just keep going along with Trashy Girl #1. She was a little bit more in my face about it. She did it because, "I was mean to my ex boyfriend", but I just think she wanted more drama in her life. She made up a rumor that I tried to sleep with her imaginary brother and she constantly asked me if I had a boyfriend, then snicker when I said no.

My freshman year I kind of stayed away from my close friends and started to make a few new friendships with people I already knew. The reason I stayed away from my old friend group is because I needed a break from all the drama and general high school cattiness. I still talked to my close friends, just not near either of these two girls. 

This was my lunch table in freshman year: 
I'm the one with the yellow and brown hair. The girl with the purple hair would always read books. Contrary to what you see in the photo, she had two arms. The girl with the JB shirt was not wearing it to signify her love of Joseph Birdsong. She just really fucking loved Justin Bieber, okay? The girl with the short black hair... I barely remember much about her. It's been a few years. She had a boyfriend and freckles on her face. I think she's went on to become a nurse?

We sat near the cafeteria because that was the empty table at the beginning of the year. Of course, that was across from the two ridiculous girls and their group of friends. One day, after getting really pissed off at me for breathing or something, they started throwing food at me. Since they suck at throwing anything, (especially shade- I could beat them at that blindfolded but I've grown up!) they hit poor Black Haired girl in the back of the head. She said, "What the fuck?" and turned around and threw the food back at them.

The two trashy girls started screaming about how we shouldn't throw fucking food and acted like we did it. It's been three years now, and I still know they threw the fucking food, but whatever. I'm sure when they're living life like they're in Orange is the New Black, it's going to be a different ending.

I think the thing that made them so ridiculous is that everything pissed them off. They would get angry at teachers for trying to help them. They would get mad at me for hating my ex boyfriend, but they hated him about as much as I did. They would also get pissed at people for not dressing the way they wanted them to. They would try to fight people who so much looked at them wrong. They would also threaten to kill me after school, but I'm still breathing. 

I know that there's lots of people who live like that, but God, don't you ever get tired of living that way? 

If you really want to know how the story ended that year, I went to the counselor and talked to her twice that year. The first time was because I ended up telling them to shut up when they were indirectly talking about me and the clothes I wear. A sweet teacher at my school was supervising my class that period, so he ended up talking to me after I had his class about how I should stay out of drama. Sweet teacher, I know you were trying to help, but lil' old freshman year Me could deal with it. Even if it was dealt by publishing a bunch of passive aggressive Tumblr posts back then. After I went to the counselor after talking to my mom, the counselor moved me into the library first period.

The second time, they sat across from me in science one day and kept saying how ugly I am. I immediately went up to the office and asked for the counselor again, demanding I get moved to a different class so I didn't have to see them or hear them. Apparently I used my Get Out of Bullshit Free cards, because the special ed teacher that had to help with the students with learning disabilities in my class found out and started talking to me about it. 

I really hadn't talked to that teacher much, but I know she gave me detention one time. 

Said teacher asked me to repeat everything they said to me, and she told me some of her really mean high school classmates. Apparently there was some girl she played sports with who would prank call her and say nasty things to her that came to her looking for help. Teacher basically told her to screw off and watched her fail. The teacher told me I was a smart, beautiful girl and they were just ridiculous, dramatic girls who were just looking for a rise out of me. 

I got moved to the nice science class where we learned about seeds and reproduction with the popular jock boys who would make jokes about farm animals having sex. I got a nice new teacher who would teach my veterinary science class junior year. My previous teacher would ask me if things were going better sophomore year, and the nice special ed teacher (who everyone thought was awful but she's honestly one of the sweetest teachers I've ever known) would ask me in the hallways how everything was going. 

It meant a lot to me that teachers cared, even if at the time I thought they were just teachers. Word of advice for freshman: teachers are some of the coolest people ever. They just want you to learn, really.

I guess there's kind of the final conclusion to this story. Yeah, the two really trashy girls would constantly laugh at me and still call me ugly. One time, I was listening to Fall Out Boy in the morning and the second trashy girl went off on me. I really don't know what she said (nor do I care, because hey, I was listening to Infinity on High, which is the official best Fall Out Boy album imo) but she acted like I would really care what she had to say. 

Eventually, the world became a bigger place than what people thought of me. I had advanced art, Excel, and of course, an entire blog to run. I have college- and an entire future- to think about. 

Those girls, though? They grew up, in a way. Trashy Girl #1 is going to drop out of high school because Trashy Girl #2 had a baby with a forty year old. 

I guess the moral of the story is that if it gets really bad, go talk to someone. Bitches be crazy and all, but you're one of a kind. Just make sure that none of the ridiculous stuff people do interfere with your mental health. I mean, I laugh at most of the memories of stuff that they did, but back then, it really affected me personally. When you get older, your perspective of the world grows with you and things people said about you in the beginning of high school mean less and less. 

I mean, yeah, this stuff was horrible to go through, but eventually I got through it a much stronger, better person. It made me the person I am today. 

I hope you can a nice, ridiculous-free year in high school this year, reader!

8/11/2015

Teenage Gay Blues


I'm currently brainstorming a title for this post while typing it.

I think one thing that some people don't realize about growing up as a member of the LGBT+ community is how it feels for us as a teenager.

Nothing against my straight friends, of course. You're lovely, accepting people. You've been there for me. I can't hate you for having a boyfriend or a girlfriend. I really can't. I'm not that kind of person that bullies a whole group of people just because of one or two bad eggs.

I remember when I had a boyfriend. I wasn't happy, but for a split second, I felt like I fit in. You know, with the rest of the girls who had boyfriends. Sure, they might not have lasted very long, but there was always finding another boy they felt an emotional connection to. I finally felt like I could gossip with girls about how our boyfriends act. And it made me feel like I was actually one of them.

Of course, I wasn't.

I don't like boys. I've known this longer than I really wanted to admit to myself. I resented myself for a lot of stress I put myself through while I denied it. See, I tried to bargain. I tried to bargain with someone that I don't believe exists anymore that if I just took a step to the right and avoided the left, I would turn out normal.

All I wanted to be was one of the girls with the boyfriend. I resented the kind of life I could have if I was happy. Being with a guy isn't what makes me happy- and it's things like this I've rehearsed saying in my head before saying them to anyone else. I'm not the kind of person who says the first thing that pops into my head, which made this even harder for me. I went over every single word I would say.

Of course, I'm the editor of my own words. I can cut what words I say.

I think as time passes, I've gotten over my middle school years. But every once in awhile when I'm talking to my straight friends, I remember that feeling. And it's not their fault, it really isn't. I'm at peace with myself- something I couldn't honestly say for years- but sometimes, I remember things.

There's also that one problem if you're gay in a small town as a teenager. Every out gay person has dated each other. I mean, I'm not going to ramble anymore, but seriously?

8/06/2015

Hiding


Sorry for the lack of blog posts lately. I haven't been a good blog owner, have I?

I think I'm traumatized about the whole Life is Strange episode. Guys, I was never expecting that. I just wanted a pretentious game about a time-traveling hipster who has her punk best friend as a loving (yet troublesome) sidekick. I really didn't see any of that coming.

I know it's about time for people to go back to school.

See, I'm going to give a little bit of insight in my life. I live in a small town with very little relevance in the world. Like, if my town was wiped off the planet this instant, nobody would even care.

In my small town, there's people who talk and talk and talk. Everyone knows everything about everyone. And since I mentioned Life is Strange, I'm thinking about the conversation Max and Chloe had at the end of Episode 1. But I can assure you that nobody has time travel powers and our town isn't going to be wiped out by a tornado on Friday. Trust me, we'd know.

I try to not bring up too much on this blog that would get me in severe trouble, but let me just say that everyone knows everyone's secrets. I could write a whole 'nother blog post about what I know about people, but people from town read my blog. I mean, I think.

See, I know that it's just human nature for people to talk. You can't stop people from it. However, there's something that feels like you're suffocating when everyone knows that you're dating Ken. I mean, I'm not dating Ken. You're dating Ken.
Obviously.

I've always been quiet. In fact, it's just been in the past few years where I really started to find my 'voice'. I think this was really easy for me when I had a friend/ex-boyfriend who I could hide behind and he'd answer anything for me.

Eventually, he became a huge not-nice word I would use any other time but this blog post is not the place for this. He would start to harass me and I let it happen for awhile. He convinced me I was stupid. Spoiler: I'm not. I may not have the best grammar, but I can format an Excel sheet to Hell and back and make it pretty.

One day, after a really awful New Year's Party, I realized that being behind people isn't where I fit best. I may be shy, but I can speak for myself. I am my own person, not a part of him. I like punk music and playing Roller Coaster Tycoon 2. I like females and only females. I have taken college classes since 16, and now Excel formats are permanently engraved into my brain. I've struggled, fought, and gotten better.

I don't think there's any problem with being shy. I understand wanting to hide in your group of friends. I still do that, but not with such crappy people anymore. You can still have fun while hiding (Hide and go seek was the ****) and be your own person. However, there's a difference between being a wallflower and never sharing your opinions.

I'm my own spokesperson on this blog. I'm my own spokesperson for 95% of my life now. I started the Internet to become my own person. It made me feel good. It made me feel like my own person for once in my young life.

When you're not outspoken, people speak for you. That's good if they're saying the right things.

 It's okay if you're not speaking. It's not okay if you're suffocating from people who are speaking over you. It's not okay if you're not living the life you want to live because people are being assholes and speaking for you and what you want.

7/23/2015

How To Get Away With Murder RECAP 1x02


We've gotten a lot of stuff about this show in the past few days. I decided to start recapping this show again because of that. Thanks, Pete.

We start off with what previously happened. Wes met his hot neighbor Rebecca, Annalise is cheating on her husband, Connor was the first student to get laid on the show, Michaela is jealous Connor got the trophy, everyone wants to murder Asher, we began the most boring ship ever between Frank and Laurel, Bonnie is perfect as always, Annalise's husband gets murdered in the future, Lila is dead, and Annalise hasn't lost a case yet.

So, yeah. Lotsa shit.



Michaela, Connor, and Laurel are in the woods. Michaela and Connor are fighting because they're not as cool and constructed as Laurel and they should be ashamed of themselves.

Michaela says she never agreed to this, and I mean.... Michaela has a point. She just wants to be perfect Michaela Pratt, the girl who went to law school and is now a famous lawyer. Murder isn't exactly going to make you famous for the right reasons.

Connor tells Michaela to stop acting like a little bitch baby, and I wonder how the hell anyone on Tumblr can ship this. Connor is kind of an ass. I mean, I love the character, but he's still an ass.

Wes comes back with the trophy that isn't from track and field.

Then, flashback to two and a half months earlier (that's.... weirdly specific but alright) and Annalise is in her kitchen. She's reading up on Lila Stangard. This show has taught me that in order to be a lawyer, you should probably read up on the crime in your area.


Sam (Annalise's husband who later gets murdered) comes by and asks if there's any new information. Foreshadowing, man. There's not any new evidence, and Sam says it's probably because Lila's body was in that water tank for so long.

Annalise gives him that, "Bitch I know something's up with you and I ain't afraid of killing another bitch to find out" look and honestly, Viola Davis is such a great actress.

We get a hint that Lila and Sam had something going on.

Then, we get back to class at Middleton. Annalise says that she gets asked often if her clients are guilty or not, and she says she doesn't care if they are or not. Then, she says it's not because she's heartless- although that's up for debate- but because everyone lies.

Then she calls out our Secret Fave Asher Millstone.

She asks if he really is who he says he is, and he says that he can assure her that he would never hurt a fly. Which is true. He's a bit of a douchebag, but he's probably not the one who murdered her husband.

Connor rolls his eyes. I laugh. It's all good.

Annalise continues to interrogate him, because Annalise is good at it.

She says that nobody knows who anyone is, which is deep shit, man.

We move on to the case of the episode. Some rich woman who got stabbed in her master bedroom 16 times. Wes and Laurel aren't impressed. I'm not impressed. The alleged killer is her husband. His name is Max.

Apparently the couple met in Paris. He fell in love with her when she translated French for him. Woo. Can you tell I kind of hate this case?

The guy is kind of a creep. Keating 5 looks for clues, and the guy asks for a volunteer. He asks for the ladies, and both Laurel and Michaela are like, "Oh hell fucking no!" I agree. I agree, Laurel and Michaela.

Connor takes one for the team and volunteers. The guy goes over the forensic report while getting on top of poor Connor. All the other students look concerned as fuck.

Fucking TV drama law school.

The man starts pretending to stab Connor with Laurel's pen. Connor probably wants to get back to IT guy and not come back to this mess. I feel you.

We go back to Keating's place, and Frank is handing out things to help prove Max is innocent. Sure, he might be innocent, but he's still a crazy. Bonnie suggests something to Annalise about the case. She suggests to send the puppy to go get the 3rd officer from the crime scene.

Annalise thinks it's a smart move.

Go Bonnie! Forever and always!

The puppy is Wes. 

Connor suggests that Wes didn't actually earn his spot here. Laurel says to knock it off and stop calling him Waitlist. Asher suggests that Annalise is actually his secret mother and she just gave him up for adoption. Michaela responds and says sarcastically, "Because all black people are related."

Asher tried to defend himself, and Connor repeats what his original statement was. Bonnie comes by and asks why any of them are even here. Again, go Bonnie, call out the bullshit!

Laurel gives her a hopeless look.

Back in Annalise's office, she interrogates Wes. She says that Frank says that Wes is having second thoughts about the job, and she usually agrees with what Frank says. Hopefully not about banging law students, but I digress I suppose. Another day, another blog post.

Wes says he's happy to be here. That doesn't mean much from someone from Ohio. We could be one inch off the Ohio border and think it was fucking fantastic compared to The State of Corn. 

Annalise hands him more responsibility. Which is a good thing. Wes needs to feel important because he is important. After forcing him to do that, she tells him to get out. She can't let anyone know he's her secret fave. Although, everyone already knows.

She just has to pretend it's not true.

Also, I kind of forgot Connor has the trophy from the last episode. Keep that in mind.

Wes has to go get the supplement for the arrest report without naming names. Got it.

The woman helping Wes just assumes he's working for someone else. Amazing.

We get to look at the scratches on Wes's wall again. At this point, I still think that Rebecca's crazy rabbit X tiger sex theory is still the best theory. There's a knock on his door. It's 3:46 A.M. and Wes was studying. What the hell?

It's Rebecca. She needs to use his shower. Somehow, this reminds me of some fanfiction. We learn a bit about the guy who lived there before Wes did; his name is Rudy. Or was. We don't know if he's dead or alive yet.

Rebecca takes off her towel and catches Wes looking at her naked. That's probably the first girl he's seen naked. I can tell by his awkwardness.

 We know these two are going to sleep together.

We get a flashforward to the woods. Wes tells everyone to shut up. We go back to the coin situation. Everyone thinks it's dumb, but Wes tells them that nobody else has a better idea.

Heads, they get the body. Tails, they leave it where it is.

Everyone agrees and stares at the coin being flipped. Wes catches it.

It's tails. Wes says it's heads. I mean, who leaves a body? Didn't we learn anything from Misfits? 

Breaking news on the Lila Stangard murder from the television, though! Police released information that declared this a homicide.

Asher tells everyone that the best part of the fact Lila was in the water tank is that corpses shit themselves. So all the sorority girls were drinking poop water. Thanks, Asher. Really.

Wes gets told to shh. He remembers Lila's boyfriend from Rebecca's apartment.

Annalise asks Wes if he did what he was told, and he hands her the papers. She's proud of her little puppy from Ohio. That sounds a lot creepier and a lot weirder than it was meant to be. I'm sorry.



Wes was studying the files last night when his hot neighbor needed to use his shower. He found a discrepancy. Which helps the case. Go, Wes!

Michaela starts spouting off stuff and Connor interrupts her. He says he can figure out how to discredit the witness. It's time. 
OUR FAVE. 

He's hacking into stuff. Go, IT guy, you go! 

Connor plans a date with him. They're going to dinner. Then, there's a 'reward' they're talking about. I know not a lot of little tykes follow my blog, but I'm not going to risk it right now. Maybe later in the post.

The witness is a woman that was best friends with the deceased wife. She claims Deceased Wife wanted to divorce Max. All I can think about is Max from Life is Strange. I know I'm publishing this on Thursday, but it's Sunday while I'm typing this up. I just want Chloe and Max.

IT guy found a post she wrote at the anniversary two months back about how in love they are. Oh, shit. 

Michaela whispers to Connor and asks how he finds this crap. Spoiler: by sex. Totally by sex.

They need a neighbor who saw Max walking outside when the murder occurred. Annalise tells Frank to take who he needs. He picks Prom Queen (Michaela) and Doucheface (Asher) but doesn't take Laurel.

Poor Laurel. She's been seriously ignored so far. Everyone has been interrupting her.

Doucheface is digging in the trash while Michaela whines. Frank just knows that this is his job. He just bangs the law students on the side for fun.

Frank tells Michaela to suck it up. Agreed. Asher finds a receipt from a strip club. Frank already knows all about that strip club. I could believe it.

So we go back to the courtroom. The neighbor who went to go see some women dancing and stripping (it's 3:10 A.M. shut up) says it's very possible that he saw Max walking that night.

The prosecution has rested. Laurel volunteers to write up the prep questions for Max's daughter.

Annalise already acknowledges that Frank is interested in Laurel in some way. Yawn. Can we please go to Hot Neighbor Rebecca or Nerdy IT Guy? I liked those pairings more.

Michaela laughs at Laurel, which is funny because other than in the courtroom, she's a whining mess. Frank, however, tries to pretend he doesn't know shit. I'm calling bullshit- he knows where he puts his dick and he don't care what we have to say about it.

We see Annalise's boyfriend arrive. He looks uncomfortable. Annalise says she'll meet Bonnie back at the house.
Bonnie knows what's going on.

Boyfriend tells her to be careful embarrassing cops on stand. Annalise starts getting all mushy and asks why he hasn't been returning her calls. He's not having it. He says that he blackmailed her, and he's done with her crazy.

He threatens her and tells her that he'll tell Sam about the oral sex on the desk. Also, all the other things that we haven't seen yet. I wonder if he did Connor-type stuff to her. Actually, I'm not wondering. I'm horrified.

my face rn

Flashforward. Wes at the convenience store. He's buying lighter fluid. He buys a prepaid phone and is calling someone. Probably the corn from Ohio. He tells the corn he's taking care of it and that he'll protect them.

Back to the present. Sam is in the shower. Annalise grabs his phone and starts to look through it. We have some friendly messages between Lila and Sam on his phone. Nothing too extreme like a dick pic or anything, but enough to let sharp ol' Annalise to think something went on.

Why doesn't this sorry ass fucker have a lock on his phone? 

Annalise tries to hide the fact she was looking through his phone, but Sam is a physiology professor, right? He suspects shit immediately. 

Annalise puts the phone down.

Back to Wes. He's going home with his bike, thinking about the corn fields he misses. Rebecca is off to work, and Wes is coming home from work. He calls them two ships in the night. Then he brings up Griffin. He asks if Lila was her friend, and Rebecca says she wasn't. Then she asks if he's a cop. 

Can we just admire how good Rebecca looks in this episode though? Seriously.

Of course, this doesn't go well.

Back at Keating's. Laurel has the prep questions. She hands them to Bonnie.

Laurel starts talking about why all of the Keating Five are here. Connor and Michaela are both top of the class (obviously) and Asher's dad got him in here. Meanwhile, Wes gets along great with Annalise, and Laurel suggests that the reason why she's in Keating Five (sounds like a fucking superhero name honestly) is because Frank picked her and not Annalise herself. Bonnie says the most beautiful thing ever.
"I look nice, I know, but that's just my face."
Bonnie tells her off. She tells her to stop wasting her time on Frank and use her time getting Annalise to actually learn her name. It's harsh, but what can you expect from Paris Geller? Honestly. Then Bonnie tells her that she's done speaking with her.

So we're back in class. Jesus fuck, this is like a roller coaster of drama. Like high school.

Annalise starts to talk about character witnesses. She says it all comes down to pretrial prep.

Back to creepy Max guy. We're introduced to his daughter Eloise (however the fuck you spell that) who dropped everything to come here. She's getting a master's in poetry, so there's not much to drop. Her words, not mine.


  Of course, since Max has earned his spot as Creepiest Motherfucker, he has to be even more creepy and suggest that Wes and his daughter should make beautiful babies. While they would make beautiful babies, Rebecca and Wes would make even more beautiful children. Plus, Rebecca seems to have family issues, which is a lot better than creepy father Max.

At least he didn't suggest Connor.

Interrogated by Bonnie, Eloise says that if her father killed his wife, she'd insist he'd get the death penalty.

It transfers well to court.

We learn Eloise's bio mom died in a car crash. But, two seconds later, we learn that someone here is full of shit. Max and Stabby Wife had an affair. Max killed Eloise's biological mother with a hunting knife.

Of course, Annalise gives him that you-stupid-fucking-idiot-I-fucking-hate-my-job-so-much-I-am-about-to-get-away-with-murder-on-your-ass look.

Eloise is hurt.

Bonnie reads off crazy shit from the files. Basically, he was found not guilty from killing Eloise's bio mom in Switzerland. He ran away with his daughter and Stabby Wife and created an entire new identity. Only in TV law dramas. Really.

Annalise sarcastically says it's charming.

Eloise flips out and says that she hopes that the jury decides to kill him. Asher whispers and says he agrees.

Annalise says that if Max lies to her again, he no longer has an attorney. She makes Frank find out who slipped in that whole 'Killed my first wife' stuff because they could be a possible suspect. She tells the rest of them to prove she wasn't wrong for hiring them.

Connor is back at her place on the phone. IT guy is mad he skipped their date. Michaela smugly asks him if he's having boyfriend drama. He says something that we need to keep in mind through these recaps.
"I don't do boyfriends" -Connor Walsh, How to get Away with Murder Season One, Episode Two
 Of course, Oblivious Asher just goes, "Wait, you're gay?" I know many Oblivious Ashers in the real world.

Also, IT Guy=Oliver.

There's an awkward conversation between Bonnie and Sam. Sam asks where his wife is, and Bonnie tells him where she is. Also, she says sorry about the fact his student y'know, got murdered. He says thanks and she gives him a hopeful smile. Don't do it Bonnie. Don't do it.

 Annalise hands Bonnie a paper for the motion to surpress.

Sam asks how court went, and Annalise drinks and tells him her client is a liar and she doesn't think she can win this one. Annalise, this is a court/murder drama! You'll help Max get away with murder! You'll win!

Annalise then asks if he was screwing Lila. The students, of course, are all interested in this. Paris/Bonnie has to be the kindergarten teacher in the situation and tell them to get back to work. She probably double majored.

Annalise goes all crazy, and we learn that Sam has cheated on her before. Sam totally lies to her and says nothing was going on between him and Lila. Annalise says she's sorry, it's just the fact that the case is making her this way.

Then, they kiss and I look away because I am literally grossed out by them.

Frank comes in. I never thought I would be happy to see his face.

He says that there's something Annalise needs to see. Probably her husband cheating on her with her clients. Wouldn't that be some shit?

Sorry, I'm hanging out with someone too much. 

They're back at the crime scene. Not the woods. But Stabby Wife's murder. Y'know, the place where Connor was stabbed with that pen?

People suggest all sorts of stupid shit, and Annalise isn't impressed. Laurel says something intelligent.

She suggests that he's a hunter, so he knows how to kill. Meaning he knew how to slaughter. So the murder of his first wife could be him, since there was only one gash in her neck. However, the Stabby Wife was stabbed 16 times. A hunter wouldn't need to stab that many times.

Back in the courtroom. Bonnie is being used as a demonstration for the courtroom. He pretends to slaughter her so everyone knows that it couldn't be him who killed Stabby Wife.


Everyone is uncomfortable with seeing him pretend to slaughter Paris Geller. Annalise asked if the way he just demonstrated was how he killed his first wife. He says yes without hesitating.

The next witness says that the two murders could not have been done by the same two people. The first one was done by someone with a knowledge of anatomy. The second one was sloppy and whoever did it should be ashamed of themselves.

Wes looks at Eloise suspiciously, and it's not because he's wondering what their babies would look like. Yes, it's that kind of crazy now.

Defense rests. Wes gives out his theory. Annalise pretends not to know and says his theory is interesting.

Remember that time I was excited for Frank to be on screen? That stuff he had is important. Eloise dug up the story on how her mom died apparently. So Frank found the IP address of the computer that the information slipped from to the DA and it traces back to Eloise's.

Holy shit.

Back to the courtroom. They're leaving, and Annalise turns around. She tells Laurel to speak up more, because she likes her ideas. I like her ideas, too, so I totally agree. Also, she says to watch out for Miss. Castillo and Mr. Gibbins, because the quiet ones are usually the most dangerous.

Level up!

Michaela isn't caught up to speed, so she wants to know why she got down-ranked on Annalise's faves. She was at least a three, but now she's #4. She's near Asher.

Frank tells Bonnie he told her that he had good taste. Bonnie says that they're not having this conversation. Frank suggests that they should worry about Bonnie making a move on someone more than him banging the law students, 

Back in the courtroom. Max is found innocent. This gathers a lot of press for obvious reasons. 

Michaela says that she doesn't like this part. Which is okay because she doesn't like any part of anything other than being better than other people. I get it, you're perfect. It's fine.

Max and Annalise are talking. Annalise tells him that he could have just pinned it on his daughter and have been over with this a lot more quickly. Max says he'll find a way to punish his daughter for this. 

Max says something creepy and walks away to join his daughter. 

We're back at our fave's apartment. Oliver!
Oliver isn't buying Connor's shit and says he doesn't care what his boss needs. Connor says he's here for dinner and holds up takeout. Oliver says that he's not going to get down on his knees like some sad twink, and Connor informs him he's too old to be a twink. This doesn't go well for Connor, and he gets the door slammed in his face. 


Of course, that door comes back open. But only if Oliver gets to top. Don't ask me what a top is in the comments section, please. 

Then, sex scene. Kind of. Not as graphic as last episode's. It's more implied than anything. 

Annalise goes back home to her sorry ass husband. 

Sam wants to celebrate her win. He goes down to the cellar to go get a bottle, and tells Annalise not to move. Annalise sees the phone and moves to go look through it again. 

Sam has deleted all of the messages, which makes it look even more suspicious. Yeah, he put his dick in that girl. Annalise and I both know it. 

Annalise is angry and starts looking through the trash files on his e-mail. 

Sam walks in with the bottle, and Annalise says that she has to go meet a client from jail. We know that's bullshit but what television couple hasn't lied to each other? 

Instead, we get Annalise's detective boyfriend and her chatting. Annalise wants to talk about the Lila case, but Nate tells her that he's not on that case. 

She starts freaking out about Lila and Sam. 

Annalise goes back home to her husband and makes up another lie that her client got off on a misdemeanor. Sam asks her if she's sure their relationship is okay. This is television, of course it's not. But, since this is also television, she's going to lie and say no.

They get sexual and I can't watch. 

We go back and forth between Nate's and Sam's scenes.

"We're all capable of terrible things."
 Annalise demands that Nate figures out where San was the night Lila was murdered. Nate agrees, because he just loves screwing her so much or something. I don't really understand them, but it's better than Sam.

Then, Rebecca gets arrested. So much for Wes X Rebecca babies this episode, amirite?

Wes tells her not to say anything to them. He goes into his apartment and watches the news on his laptop. Apparently Rebecca has a previous criminal record. Way to go, Wes!

All Wes can remember is her taking a shower. He remembers that she put something somewhere. He goes into the bathroom and finds a cellphone. Finally, someone knows how to lock their fucking phone around here.

Flashforward.

Wes rides his bike to some shady motel. We figure out that Rebecca actually has something to do with the murder of Sam now. Also, we get a cute scene of Rebecca without makeup and her hair all curly, while Wes is still the adorable puppy he always is. Other than, y'know, murder.

Wes promises not to leave her. God damn, they're like vampires. Is this what murder does to people?

It's over. Thanks for reading!