And That Day, That Day I Had No Idea I Was Going To Fall In Love For The First Time.

Cooking Problems

Trevor: Problem, I can't tell if this food is over-sauced or undercooked. Podcast: Solution, just pop it back in the oven for another 10 minutes. There's at least a 50% chance that'll fix it, right? Lucky: Result? Food has somehow become unpleasantly soggy and unpleasantly crunchy at the exact same time. Phoebe: No better time than this to pull out my favorite word! Slunchy! Melody: ...put it away.

Happiness Will Come To You.

Nico strikes me as an age regressor, I feel like he’d be ashamed about it (even thought he shouldn’t be) so the few things that he’d have to help him regress would definitely be very subtle things. I bet one day Will would find out and then become his caregiver

Daily Convo

Podcast, about Phoebe and Melody: My god, would you two just get a room already? Melody: Excuse me, Podcast? Podcast: You both just keep agreeing about horrifying things and relishing everybody else's misery. So seriously, when's the wedding? Phoebe: ... Lucky: I ship it! Trevor: CAN YOU NOT?

I feel like Phoebe is an absolute menace at Monopoly

Like girl is RUTHLESS she will buy two sides of the board and then make everyone pay rent to the exact, including giving up exactly the right amount of property if they don't have enough

Strategizing evil genius when it comes to board games everyone fears her

Driving Lessons

*Trevor teaching Phoebe to drive and taking Melody along for the ride* Trevor: That's a pothole. To the left! Phoebe: Take it back now y'all *Drives into pothole* Melody, sticking her face into the front over the center console: Cha Cha real smooth. Phoebe: I don't think that's how the song goes. Trevor, crying and gripping the handle: Please just take me home. Phoebe: Country Roads. Melody: To the place. Phoebe and Melody in unison: I Belong! Trevor, crying harder: What the fuck?

"the meaning of life is to give life a meaning" -Viktor Frankl

apparently, queer people cant flirt normally. it's always some shit like "nice flames, by the way"

siblings

Phoebe: Some of us are still ‘it’ from a childhood game of tag. Trevor: Way to just fuck me up on a Tuesday.

Garlic Bread

Phoebe: And here we see Trevor and Lucky in their natural habitat. Texting eachother variations of the word "garlic bread" to try to make eachother laugh. Trevor: Gaelic bread. Lucky: Grueling brad. Trevor: Ha ha, glamorous beans.