#peylor

[misguidedsims]

chris: penny, it’s okay not to be okay. if you need me, just lean on me. i swear i’ll hold you up. but baby, let’s just go find your brother, okay? he needs you two to be on the same side right now. be strong for him, yeah? just a little while longer, and i’ll be strong for you. deal?

[misguidedsims]

taylor: now i may not have given birth to noah, but he is my son. i’ve been there for every birthday, every cold, every scratch and heartache. i taught him how to walk, how to talk, how to read, how to write... i raised him, your father and i-

penelope: i don’t give a damn how long you played house with my dad, taylor. you’re not his mom. his mom is in the grave beside the one my father was just laid to rest in. and fuck you for trying to erase her.

[misguidedsims]

penelope: and you have the audacity to file a petition for custody of my brother like you’re a relevant part of this family! every time i think about you, i’m a breath away from violence! you’re so lucky my kids are here, i swear to god...

[misguidedsims]

taylor: i’m not-- what else would noah do?! he’s only a teenager, someone needs to take care of him!

penelope: hello! i’m his blood, i’m his sister and this is my family. not yours!

taylor: are you kidding me?! he barely knows you! you’ve been practically a stranger to him his entire life until the last couple of years! you can’t expect him to want to live with you, to want to be uprooted from me and his home?...

penelope: my home, you mean. my dad didn’t have a will and, like i said, you weren’t his wife.

[misguidedsims]

penelope: it absolutely burns me up that you’re walking around here like the grieving widow at my father’s funeral. newsflash! you are not his wife! you’re married to an inmate at willow creek’s penitentiary and i can’t stand having to look at your fake ass face!