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dramavixen · 3 years

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watch this! – one and only

I watched the first episode of this with my parents. They backed out due to a little thing called instinct, which informed them that the story would turn out too sad to handle. I inherited this instinct, but proven now and again is how I don’t listen to it as often as I should. Hence, I watched this entire show by myself, fully prepared for it to make me feel like garbage. And what do I get? My own self, dunked in the trash can, accompanied by piles of tissues which have been drenched in my own tears. Aha, so this is the sorrow that is One and Only (周生如故).

What is it?

A Chinese historical drama centered around a young noblewoman, betrothed to the crown prince, who finds herself under the tutelage of a capable general — one who is also the uncle of the newly crowned emperor. At first glance, you might think, tragic historical drama, yeah, I’ve been there before. But it doesn’t matter, because this show will still end up clubbing you over the head and rendering you so. So sad.

Based on the novel, 一生一世美人骨 (One Life, One Incarnation — Beautiful Bones) by Mo Bao Fei Bao. The novel follows a female lead who has retained the memories of her past life, in which she and the male lead both met tragic fates—this drama covers that “past life.” Isn’t it so kind of them to literally tell us beforehand that it’s a tragedy? Not that it helps in mitigating the pain, but you know. At least they tried.

Unlike other historical dramas that continuously outdo one another in terms of episode count, this one spares you with its 24 episodes. It’s long enough to incorporate the inevitable political turmoil without beating that dead horse, while also developing the most satisfying and agonizing slow-burn romance known to man.

Why watch?

Made for masochists – if you’re like me, and you suffer a physical aversion to happy romances (A.K.A., romances that are actually enjoyable to watch), then let us rejoice; for the drama overlords have blessed us this one time. One and Only is the least fun time that has befallen my cardiovascular system. The whole experience is just you deluding yourself into believing that nothing bad will happen to any of the characters, while simultaneously resigning yourself to the fact that whatever’s coming is going to hurt like a mothereffer.

My favorite part is that the drama never feels like it’s trying too hard to be tragic, which I realize sounds ironic when considering how that’s its selling point. But have you ever watched a show where someone gets hit by a truck and you think, oh, I guess that’s the next story arc? This is the exact opposite of that situation, where your immersion is so deep that all the emotions you end up suffering are as genuine as if you are participating in the story itself.

We like good actors – Bai Lu cries, I cry. Bai Lu bawls, I bawl. Bai Lu looks like she’s about to tear her heart out, my chest aches like it did when I went through my first breakup. How dare she.

P.S. Ren Jialun is one of few actors who can perform the classic “stoic” character without coming off as a total plank.

Also must give credit to his character’s voice actor, Bian Jiang, who shows up so frequently in dramas that you’d think he’s the only guy in China who can talk...but he’s got such a smooooooth voice, so who am I to complain?

Good pacing – I have a hunch that the writer was once a musician, because the events in this show fall into place with impeccable timing. Nothing is rushed or draggy. You get to witness the main relationship develop without feeling like the leads are being forced together just because they’re the main characters, but no unnecessary problems are sprinkled in to add “excitement” or “suspense” either. The plot is straightforward in the best way possible.

On...ly...YOUUU – I prefer this show over its sequel (which is basically the redemption arc of the leads’ relationship), if only for how pure, yet heavy, the romance turns out to be. There is nothing that can make you doubt their affection for one another. It almost entirely consists of yearning, and pining; then some more yearning and pining. Maybe the occasional longing glance, if the directors are feeling generous. In other words, it’s the superlative form of romance. Are my genre preferences showing yet?

I despise this drama’s poster. It looks kinda cute, doesn’t it? Yeah, that’s how they get you interested. Then when you see it again after watching the show, it’s suddenly the most gut-wrenching piece of marketing in existence. Why.

Pretty – gotta love looking at gorgeous setups with specific color palettes. It’s very nice, to have something beautiful to look at after the tears clear from your vision.

10 out of 10, provides a solid punch to the heart. Don’t forget to prepare water. Can’t finish the drama and cry your eyes out if you pass out from dehydration, itself caused by crying.

#周生如故 #one and only #scribbles*#don't mind me #just casually here a month after this finished airing :)#again #one likes to pretend that getting these thoughts out will ease the pain #but i'll probably rewatch scenes and cry some more!! it'll be great #recs*

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imamajesticseahorse · 3 years

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John Cena Sr. on Vince McMahon and Sasha Banks

Oh my god......😒 So Sasha recognizes she is not in a good spot mentally, does what I would say is the right thing and asks to be released, Vince says no and rather gives her the time off that she needs......and this mothereffer thinks she should have been fired. It's ironic coming from John Cena's dad cause didn't Cena have a habit of playing backstage politics and burying talent? Or at the very least refusing to let others go over? I love how he comments that she should have been fired because Vince gave her 30 days and she took 4 months. Weird, it's almost like Vince is a petty ass bitch and if he doesn't fire you for something like that, then that means that he sees some sort of value in you. Cause let's be real, if Vince considered her expendable, he would have refused to give her her release, allowed her to sit out her contract in catering or jobbing to others, and then canned her when her time was up. I mean, he is pretty predictable in that sense.

The thing that always gets to me is people complaining about Sasha wanting to leave because she wanted more for herself. I know Sasha has said that she was depressed and not in a good place mentally and I 100% believe that, but I also think her booking with the company fed into that. People love to say, "Well look at Becky, she was mistreated and she rode it out." And I get where they are coming from, but there are definitely some key differences. For starters, prior to Becky becoming, "The Man," I would argue she was the least popular of the 4HW. Doesn't mean she wasn't popular, I just don't think she was on the same level as the others. Secondly, Becky wasn't booked great, but she wasn't being actively destroyed. The problem with Sasha is that she was white hot in 2016. And what did WWE do with her? Repeatedly feed her to Charlotte to make her look like an ass. Imagine being the babyface in the feud and having to tap to the heel in an iron woman match with 2 seconds left in OT. The problem is that Sasha was rightfully in the main event scene but never really getting anywhere. And what happened? Fans soured on her and considered her over pushed. Which in reality, what did she have to show for all her time in that spot? And as Sasha talked about with regards to dropping the titles to the IIconics at WM, what was the follow up for her after her feud with Charlotte? Nothing. No character growth or arc, no heel turn, no story of being broken and coming back. Just in a nowhere feud with Nia and then.......kind of more nothingness for a while. Until she beat Bliss at SS for the belt, and then dropped it 7 days later....and then went back to doing nothing.

I know that Sasha had talked about how much the back and forth jilted her confidence and honestly, who wouldn't feel that way? I feel like that would be the equivalent of like, being offered a promotion at your job, applying for it, being told, "Good job," and then them being like, " Yeah never mind we are going to go with this person." But having this happen multiple times. And then never being given a valid reason as to why you didn't get said promotion. I don't know if it has ever been discussed openly, but the way Sasha talked about it, it seems that she was never really given a reason as to why Charlotte was constantly going over her.

To wrap this up, John Cena Sr. is kind of an ass for saying Sasha should have been fired.

#wwe #sasha banks #wwe smackdown #sasha deserves better

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justcallmehitgirl · 5 years

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Good Woman Part 5 (Peter Parker x Female Reader Smut)

Summary: Things between you and Peter get more intense.

Word Count: 4000

Warnings: smut, suit!porn, language, fluff, and some angst

A/N: Please let me know what you think! Enjoy!

(4/22/20): I fixed some typos, grammar mistakes, character inconsistencies, etc. from my original posting. I also made some stylistic changes.

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR // PART SIX / PART SEVEN / PART EIGHT / PART NINE / PART TEN / STORY PAGE

“And then I said, freeze mothereffers! It was insane, you should’ve seen the look on their faces!” Peter laughs, placing a hand on his belly, his mask folded up to his nose.

You’re both sitting cross-legged on your bed, sharing details about your day. He had listened to you talk about the middle schoolers you were tutoring and their hate of algebra. You had listened to him talk about fighting crime and saving the day. Although Peter couldn’t get enough of your intimate encounters, he craved moments like this.

“Wow, I can only imagine,” you smile, your eyes sparkling with awe.

“Yeah and then they started shooting at me but you should’ve seen me dodging their bullets. Total ninja moves,” he says, making a karate chop motion with his hands.

Your body stiffens as your mouth slightly parts. “Shooting at you?” You furrow your brows, placing a hand over his and squeezing gently. “You could’ve gotten really hurt.”

“I know, but it’s an assumption of risk,” he says, stroking your hand with his thumb.

“Do you ever get scared?”

Peter chews on his bottom lip. “Sometimes.”

You look away. “I worry about you a lot when you’re out there. On the nights that I don’t see you, I just can’t help but imagine the worst scenarios.”

“Hey,” he places a hand on your chin. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

“I can’t help it.”

He strokes your chin. “I know it’s hard, but it’ll drive you crazy. I’m a superhero, I’m constantly putting myself in harm’s way. But trust me, I can handle it. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not a burden, you could never be! I just. . . I care about you so much that the thought of you not being here with me terrifies me. I’m scared that one day you’ll stop showing up.”

He presses his forehead against yours. “I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. No matter what happens, I’ll always find my way back to you.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

He kisses you, stroking the side of your face before continuing, “How was your Calc test by the way? I know you were worried about it last time I was by.”

You smile sheepishly. “I got an A.”

He claps, “See, I knew you would ace it! My girl is a genius.”

“I thought I did terrible.”

“That’s hard to believe.”

You lick your lips. “Well, do I get a reward?”

“Of course,” he leans in, placing a kiss on your lips.

“Hmm, that was nice, but I had something else in mind,” you purr.

Peter smirks. “Oh yeah? What was that?”

You purse your lips. “Guess.”

He places a glove-covered finger on your bottom lip, your lips parting as he strokes your lip. He drop his hand, replacing it with his lips. He pushes his tongue inside to meet yours, his movements filled with need.

You pull away and pant, “Good guess, but not quite it.”

Peter’s cock starts to harden, his face flushed as his body buzzes with excitement. He covers your body with his, his hand gripping the back of your neck as he smashes his lips against yours. He runs his other hand down your hip, hitching your leg around his waist as he starts to grind his body against yours. He pulls away, his mouth hovering near your ear. “Is that what you had in mind?”

“Take off the suit and find out.”

“Scarf?”

You nod eagerly, reaching over to your nightstand to retrieve it. You hand it to him and he gently wraps it over your eyes. You giggle as the soft fabric tickles your skin.

Peter rises from the bed, quickly removing his suit. He looks over at you waiting patiently and he tingles in anticipation as he returns to the bed.

You immediately reach out for him, running your hands over his chiseled body. “God, I can only imagine how you hot you look without that suit on.”

Peter chuckles, kissing your shoulder. “You think I’m hot?” You bite your lip, giving him a half-shrug. He runs a finger gently down your nose as he breathes, “I think you’re pretty hot as well.”

You grin. “You do?”

“Yeah,” he grabs your hips and pulls you toward him as you let a soft squeal.

“You’re brain is hot, your kindness is hot. . . everything about you is hot.” He lifts your chin to kiss you, his hands pawing at the hem of your shirt to drag it up your body. He briefly pulls his lips away to pull it off you, leaving you in just a pair of panties.

Peter’s mouth waters as he traces a finger down your bare chest, your stomach tensing from his light, whispery touch. You suck in a little breath as his finger continues down the warm, dark hollow of your navel. He places his mouth on your neck, sucks gently as he nips at your skin.

His hand finds its way to your pussy, your panties damp with your arousal. He starts to push his fingers through the thin fabric, making your body jolt. He applies more pressure, rubbing his fingers over your covered folds.

He drags his lips down to your breasts, his mouth encircling your hardened nipples as he eagerly sucks. You gasp, your back arching as you run your hand down his back, your nails scratching at him.

Peter closes his eyes, letting out a throaty groan, the taste of your skin making him feel dizzy. He pulls away suddenly, breathing heavily against your cheek, “Can I try something?”

“What is it?”

“Do you trust me?”

You nod in response.

“Good. You’re going to have to help me though, okay?”

You nod again, and he kisses your neck, making his way down your body. He slips off the bed, tugging your body down so your legs are dangling off the bed. He sinks to his knees, spreading your legs open so his face is leveled with your pussy.

He tugs your legs down so your legs are dangling off the bed. He sinks to his knees and spreads your legs wide. He squeezes your inner thigh, and you can’t help but jolt a little. He takes a deep breath and blows on your lace-covered slit, making you shiver.

“Is this okay?”

“Y-yes,” you choke out.

Peter traces the outside of your pussy with his finger, placing a kiss on the inside of your thigh. He pushes aside your soaked underwear, running his finger up and down your slit before pushing it inside you. Your hands fist your sheets, twisting them as your pussy tightens around his finger.

“Please,” you pant.

He pushes another finger in, pushing them in and out as you bite your lip to stifle your moans. He removes his fingers and tugs the fabric down your legs, placing them neatly on the bed. He tentatively kisses your slit, his eyes fixed on your face as you gasp.

“I’ve never done this before,” you blurt.

“Me neither, but we’ll do it together.”

He starts running his tongue up and down your folds, experimenting with direction and pressure as your wetness coats his mouth. You let out a sound so soft and sweet that makes Peter go weak in the knees. “Does this feel good?” he breathes against you.

You make a strangled noise in response. He pulls your legs over his shoulders, pulling you closer to him as he flicks his tongue against your hardened clit. He wraps his lips around it, sucking on it gently. You place a hand on the back of his head, your back arching as you pant, “I’m going to cum.”

Your words egg Peter on as he starts lapping up your clit even faster. You cover your mouth with your hand to quiet your cries as your legs start to tremble. Peter feels the rush of your arousal coat his tongue as you cum. Peter holds onto your thighs to keep your body steady as you ride out your orgasm.

Once you finally come down, your body goes limp as you place a hand on your forehead, trying to regain your breath. He gently lets go of your legs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before flopping down next to you on the bed.

“That was intense,” you say dreamily.

“Is that a good thing?”

“Yeah! How did you learn how to do that?”

“The internet,” he responds sheepishly.

You smile, “God bless the internet.”

He chuckles, reaching over to entwine his fingers with yours. He plays with your hand, just like you had done that first night together.

“How do they look?”

“Like they fit perfectly.”

He leans over and kisses your lips, your taste lingering in his mouth. He lifts you up, sitting upright as he sets you on top of his lap, his mouth never leaving yours. Your hands roam over his form as he grasps your hips. You drag your hand down his chest towards his groin, you take in a sharp breath as your fingers brush against his hardened length.

You pull your mouth from his. “Do you. . .”

“Yes,” he answers quickly.

You giggle as you wrap your hand around him and begin to pump him slowly, his precum helping your movements. He kisses your neck, sucking on your pulse point. You know that there’s going to be a mark in the morning, but you don’t care. At this moment you just wanted to get your boyfriend off like he did for you.

You slide your hand up and down his shaft, his cock getting harder with each movement. His cock was pulsing and you wanted nothing more than for him to feel release. His cock was so hard it hurt, straining at the wetness you rubbed against it. He bucks his hips, pushing himself into your hand even more.

“I think I’m gonna come,” he breathes.

You increase your movements, jerking him off faster and applying more pressure.

“Oh shit, oh Y/N,” he grunts, his body jerking as he starts to cum. He looks down, watching as his warm cum spurts from the tip of his cock and covers your hand. He closes his eyes, his cock pulsating as your grip loosens around him.

“Wow,” Peter relaxes on his back, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. After a few moments, he blinks to see you straddling his thighs, your hand hovering over his cock as you chew on your bottom lip.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” he winces, quickly reaching over to grab a tissue from your nightstand. He grabs your hands in his, wiping away his stickiness.

After he discards the used tissue, he guides you down so your body is curled up against him. You nuzzle into him, placing your head on his chest as he wraps an arm around you.

“Was that good?”

His mouth curves into a smile as he rubs your shoulder. “More than good. Was I good when I. . . um. . . went down on you?”

You nod enthusiastically as you beam, “You were amazing, it was like mind-blowing. I'm so glad you were the first to do that.”

“I’m glad I could be the first.”

You bite your lip, your mind imaging other potential firsts that you could share. You’ve had Sex Ed, you’ve read about it online and in magazines, but apart of you aches to know what it’s like in real life. You were the only virgin left in your friend group and while you normally weren’t one for peer pressure, you also had a burgeoning sex drive. Spider-Man was just the catalyst. At seventeen, your body burned with desire with every sexual experience. You were discovering a part of yourself, and you were loving every moment of it.

“I want to sleep with you,” you add, your voice soft.

Peter hums, “Sure, I can stay for a bit until you fall asleep.”

You shake your head. “No, that’s not what I mean. I want to sleep with you. . . I want you to be my first.”

Peter’s eyes widen, his jaw going slack as you continue, “I don’t know when I’ll be ready, but all I know is that I want it to be with you.”

Peter is elated at your words. He had thought about it ever since this tryst started. He craves every part of you, and not only your body. He craves the conversations you have, the bashful smiles, and the feeling of your body pressed against his. He lies awake at night just thinking about you. Mr. Stark would say that he’s become “distracted.” But he would say he’s just growing up. His whole life he’s just been Peter Parker and for the first time since he became Spider-Man, he’s become the man he always dreamed of being.

But Peter also knows that he’s being unfair to you. He knows that you deserve someone who takes you out on dates, holds your hand at school, and kisses you in the daylight. He knows you deserve someone who isn’t lying to your face everyday. He knows he should’ve told you who he was the moment he came into your room that first night. He should’ve been completely honest with you and maybe things would be different.

Suddenly Peter feels hollow. You were practically offering yourself up to him, yet he couldn’t even reveal his identity to you. Would you two be doing this forever? Peter feels his heart drop in his chest thinking about the day when it won’t be enough for you anymore. When you will realize that you deserve better. He also thinks about the day that he might have to be the one to let you go.

He furrows his brows, his voice low, “But. . . you don’t even know my name.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re my brown eyed boy,” you grin.

He rubs his forehead. “I’m being serious, Y/N. You don’t even know what I look like.”

“I can imagine it.”

“Losing your virginity is a big step, Y/N. You should do it with someone you know, someone special.”

“But you’re special to me.”

“It should be with someone you love.”

You take in a deep breath as silence blankets the room.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m feel so stupid,” you whisper, your face twisting as your eyes water.

“Hey, don’t say that. Believe me, I want it too. I want to do it so bad with you, but I don’t want your first time to be with a blindfold on. I just don’t want you to regret it. I care way too much about you, Y/N.”

He starts to stroke your hair, as he continues, “Remember, you’re my girl, Y/N.”

You sniffle in response.

“You want me to sing, huh?” He hums the beat, tapping his finger against your shoulder as he sings, “My girl, my girl, my girl, talking bout my girl.”

He peers down, watching as the corner of your mouth lifts up.

“Can you tell me a story please?”

“Of course,” he smiles, “Hmm. . . well, there was this one time I went to Germany and fought Captain America. . .”

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“Y/N? Y/N?” Peter gently nudges your shoulder.

You turn your head, your eyes blinking at him as he gives you a lopsided grin. Your eyes dart around as realization dawns on your face that everyone in the auditorium is staring at you. Your cheeks redden as you straighten in your seat.

“Oh right,” you glance up at Ned and MJ who are looking at you expectantly as you shuffle through your stack of index cards. “Umm. . . alright, who introduced the theory of punctuated equilibrium?”

Ned raises his hand and you nod.

“It was. . . umm. . . Stephen Jay Gould and. . .ummm. . .”

You smile at him encouragingly as he scratches his head, forehead creasing. “Umm,” he continues.

“We don’t have all day!” Flash shouts, his eyes rolling.

Your jaw clenches as you press your lips together, your attention still fixed on Ned. “It’s okay, Ned. Do you need help?”

“Yeah,” he bashfully responds.

“Niles Eldredge.”

He snaps his fingers. “Oh shoot, I knew that.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get it next time.”

Peter eyes you carefully as you rub your temples, your brows knitting. “Peter, can you ask the next question please?”

“Yeah, of course.” He looks down at his flashcards. “Umm. . . according to the modern synthesis, a change in allele frequencies in a population is called what?”

MJ raises her hand and Peter bobs his head as she answers, “Easy, it’s gene flow.”

“Yep, right again.”

Peter looks over at the clock hung on the wall and turns to you, whispering, “Hey, I think we’re done for the day, Y/N.”

"Oh right,” you rub your eyes before standing up, your hands smoothing down your dress. “Okay everyone, I think that’s good for today,” you announce, noise immediately echoes in the auditorium as the group starts to disperse. You add, raising your voice, “Just keep reviewing the practice questions I sent and we should be in good shape for the competition next week!”

Peter slowly rises to his feet, peering over as you mechanically shove your belongings in your backpack, your head bowed and eyes slightly glazed over.

Flash walks over and smirks, “So, who’s your boyfriend, Y/N?”

You snort, “What’re you talking about, Flash?”

“You know, the guy that gave you that thing on your neck,” he points, looming closer.

Peter’s eyes widen as you slap your hand over it, your face paling as you stammer, “It’s n-nothing.”

“Really? Cause it sure looks like a hickey to me,” Flash says, voice raised which catches the attention of Ned and MJ who start to observe the scene.

“Flash, just leave her alone,” Peter huffs.

Flash holds up his palms. “It’s chill, I’m just curious. We’re a team, right? Shouldn’t we keep track of our teammates?”

You sigh heavily, “Fine, it’s from this guy I’m seeing.”

“Who is it?”

“He doesn’t go to Midtown so you probably don’t know him.”

“I have friends outside of this school.”

“Okay, it still doesn’t mean you know him.”

"Is he your boyfriend then?”

“You haven’t had a boyfriend in a year,” MJ interrupts. As everyone turns to MJ, she quickly scowls. “What? It’s common knowledge, I’m not keeping track or anything,” she waves dismissively before beelining towards the exit.

“Wait up, MJ! You still have my notebook!” Ned hollers, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “See you in a few, Peter,” he shouts as he scurries after MJ.

“Yeah, I guess,” you continue.

“When do we get to meet him?”

You give a half-shrug. “I don’t know, he works a lot. Not all of us can be trust fund babies.”

“So he’s not taking you to Homecoming? What sleaze-ball doesn’t take his girlfriend to Homecoming?” He sneers.

You frown, “I wasn’t planning on going to Homecoming anyways.”

“Some boyfriend,” Flash scoffs. “He sounds like a bum.”

Peter’s nostrils flare as he snaps, “Shut up, Flash!”

Flash jerks his head toward Peter. “Was I talking to you, Penis Parker?”

Peter clenches his fist, his jaw tightening as he steps forward, but you place a hand on his chest. You raise your chin, “He’s selfless, caring and genuine, and I don’t need to prove that to you or anyone.”

Peter tries to bite back his smile as Flash’s face scrunches before rolling his eyes. “Fine, whatever. But if he turns out to be a total dud, you know I’m always around,” he gestures with a thumb before strolling away.

You shake your head before turning towards Peter. “Thanks for sticking up for me. You really didn’t have to.”

“It’s no problem, it’s no one else’s business.”

“I appreciate that,” you smile, continuing to pack up your belongings.

Peter chews on his bottom hip, shifting from one foot to the other before blurting, “Hey, Y/N?”

You look up, your eyebrows raised as you zip your bag close. “Yeah, Peter?”

“Are you happy? With your boyfriend, I mean.”

You tilt your head, your forehead creasing as you give him a quizzical look, “What do you mean?”

Peter licks his lips and continues, “I mean, you said that he works a lot so I just wanted to know if that makes you unhappy.”

You sigh heavily, folding your arms. You glance up at the ceiling and respond, “Our relationship is a little. . . umm. . . unorthodox so it’s definitely hard sometimes. I don’t get to see him everyday because of. . . his work. You see, he has a big role at his job, which gives him a lot of power, but also a lot of responsibility. So yeah, it’s tough because I’m seventeen and I just want to be with my boyfriend all the time. But, it is what it is.”

Peter frowns, “But is it worth it?”

“Yeah, it is. It sucks hard that I don’t see him as much I want to, but I love the time that we do have together. Because it’s like everything else disappears. We are in our own world where I’m not saddled with all of my own responsibilities of being the perfect student or the perfect daughter or whatever. It feels like the world fades away for a bit, and I can just be me."

“That sounds really nice.”

You crinkle your nose and laugh, “Sorry, for the long-winded answer.”

“Don’t apologize, I’m glad we can be open like that.”

You smile. “Yeah, me too. But anyways, the short answer is yes, I am happy. He makes me happy. I just hope I make him happy too.” You bite your lip, your eyes sizing him up before you add, “And do you want to know something else?”

Peter nods as you inch forward, lowering your voice as if exchanging secrets, “I think I love him.” You lean back, your eyes twinkling as your body rocks back and forth.

Peter’s mouth falls open, his eyes going round as his mind races with a singular thought: “Y/N loves you.” He wants to pump his fist in the air and jump up and down. He wants to grab you and kiss you, spinning you around in his arms.

“Wow, that lame, huh?” You chuckle uneasily, shaking your head. Peter blinks as he cocks his head. “Your face said it all,” you add, pointing at his expression.

Peter clears his throat, his voice cracking as he blurts, “No, what you said was not lame at all. I was just caught off guard. That’s a pretty serious step.”

“I know, I can’t help it. I’m fool in love,” you beam.

“I’m sure he loves you too,” Peter blurts, his voice hushed. Peter face immediately reddens as he continues, “I mean, you’re an amazing person, Y/N. He’d be an idiot not to fall for you, and you are way too smart to be with an idiot.”

"Thanks, Peter,” you blush as the corner of your mouth lifts.

“Anytime,” he says, tugging his backpack over his shoulder. “So I guess I’ll. . . uh. . . see you tomorrow?”

You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and nod, “See you tomorrow, Peter.”

Peter forces a smile as he turns to make his way outside the auditorium. He draws his lower lip between his teeth, glancing up at the ceiling as he silently curses himself, his mind blaring: “You said she doesn’t date idiots, Parker. So stop being an idiot right now.”

He quickly halts his movements, whirling around to see you a few steps behind him. “I actually need to tell you something,” he blurts.

You stop in front of him, tilting your head as you clutch the straps of your backpack. “Sure, what’s up?”

He fidgets with his hands. “I. . . I don’t know how to start this.”

"That’s okay,” you shrug.

He rubs the back of his neck. “It’s just that. . . it’s complicated.”

“I understand,” you smile. Peter pauses, nibbling on his bottom hip with his eyebrows drawn together so you continue, “But maybe it just sounds more complicated in your head. Maybe just break it down to the first thing that pops up in your mind. You know, the one thing that you really want to get off your chest and then you go from there.”

“Right.” He steps forward, rubbing his hands together and breathing in deeply as his eyes bore into yours. “Y/N, I’m. . .”

“Peter! Peter!”

Peter jerks his head, his eyes glaring as his eyes land on Ned standing by the doorway, frantically waving his arms. Peter licks his lips and shouts, “Hold on, Ned!”

“But we’re going to miss our bus!”

“I’m kind of in the middle of something,” Peter responds, his voice tense.

“Seriously, Peter!”

“I just need a few minutes, Ned!”

You place a hand on Peter’s arm. “It’s okay, Peter. This conversation sounds pretty important to you and I don’t want you to have to rush through it. You go ahead with Ned. We’ll raincheck this conversation, okay? Just text me.”

Peter opens his mouth, but he immediately closes it shut, his shoulders sag as he stiffly nods.

You smile as you gently squeeze his arm. “We’ll talk soon, okay?”

“Okay,” Peter croaks.

You walk past him, bounding out of the auditorium as Peter’s expression hardens, feeling the loss of opportunity. He turns around, watching as you wave to Ned before disappearing round the corner.

“Dude, let’s go!” Ned shouts impatiently.

Peter’s eyes narrow as he groans, “Ned, I’m going to kill you.”

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theabominableblogger · 4 years

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My Reaction to “Peter Pan: Return to Neverland”

OK... here’s the thing. I have actually never really seen the entirety of this movie. If I have, I don’t remember it.

I’ve seen the ending where Pan meets adult Wendy but not much else. Plus, my brother and I ended up watching the original movie like twice in a span of 24 hours so I thought it was high time to watch the sequel.

So here we go!

Oh I like the opening music for the Disney logo!

*Logo suddenly turns into clouds* Harry Potter?

Wait I forgot they replaced the crocodile in this movie with the octopus. Why couldn’t they bring back the crocodile?

Guys, I’ve done 2D animation for a while to the point where I can do a lot of it. I miss Disney’s 2D animated movies

Wendy!

“I’ll always believe in you, Peter Pan!” Oh that is definitely NOT Kathryn Beaumont

*sighs* Wait I forgot this was made in the early 2000s

Who voices Jane’s dad? Is that Jeff Glen Bennett?

AN: Some dude named Roger Rees

*jaw drops* This takes place during World War 2...

“What is it, Nana Two?” That is the laziest name for a dog

This movie just took a real dark turn real quick

“Here we go. Into the bomb shelter.” Then a group of kids is gonna swarm the house and it’s that one episode of Doctor Who

The animation definitely feels more cartoonish

The British accents for this movie are just ALL over the place

I just realized that Danny’s shadow looks exactly like Peter Pan

And that’s a great transition

“The evil Captain Hook!” Wait who voices Captain Hook in this movie?

I do like the sort of angle they’re doing for Jane: she has to grow up quick because her father is away for war and she has to take care of her mom and brother no matter what. Therefore she has to be practical in what she does and see everything realistically but she forgets that yeah she still is a kid

*Daniel starts crying with the zoom in* Oh God please don’t do that

God these pop songs...

Imagine if this song was sung by JANE in this scene and was slower and more dramatic

CGI seagulls?

OH that shot of the ship over Jane’s house!

WAIT I REMEMBER THIS SCENE FROM THE TRAILER! This is a great sequence!

Can we talk about the utter clash of aesthetics for this scene? We have freaking pirates and then on top of that, we hear the air raid sirens and they fly by freaking German bomber planes!

KALEIDOSCOPE TIME!

Wait who voices Smee? Is that John Fiedler?

AN: Nope, that’s also Jeff Glen Bennett

That’s Jim Cummings as the big pirate with the pink shirt!

*laughs when they use a bowling pin sound effect when all the pirates crash against the deck*

They keep using honking noises whenever someone boops someone else’s nose

That is an ugly ass octopus. And a huge mothereffer

What am I watching

MORE HEART SHAPED PATTERN BOXERS!

WHO BROUGHT THE CAT AND CHICKENS ON DECK?!?

She [Jane] just decked him [Peter] in the face!

49 years later and Peter still has those janky ass eyebrows

I like the facial animation for Jane actually

The mermaids!

“She’s just jealous. All girls get like that around me.” Oh really?

I forgot they gave all the Lost Boys names!

Hahaha they just named the Twins “The Twins”

*loses it when one of the Lost Boys does the sign of the cross with his fingers toward Jane*

That octopus just said “boy oh boy”

What the hell kind of massage treatment is this?!?

*giggles when Hook just ZIPS backwards in a blur*

“At least the crocodile had manners.” Yeah what happened to him?

They’re really just amping up the jealousy for Tinker Bell in this movie

*jams silently to the Britannica theme then stops when Jane’s raft abruptly submerges*

These ominous shots of Hook and his crew are great

“I [Jane] can’t fly!” Just give her the pixie dust

*loses it when we get a Jane-shaped hole in the ground*

So uh shout out to Jane for being like what... ten years old... and she knows how to build a proper fire in the middle of the woods

There is just... so much spit

Is that Corey Burton as Captain Hook?

AN: Yes

*not really sure what to think of Captain Hook putting on an act in front of Jane*

“Me? Harm Peter Pan? Perish the thought!” That line delivery was great

Hey yeah remember that this movie threatens to kill off Tinker Bell and takes place in the real world during the London Blitz? Great times!

*giggles* He just- he just lifts up the freaking puddle!

Oh we’re getting a song aren’t we?

This is like “If I Can Learn to Do It” from “Anastasia” except it’s sung by a group of rowdy boys

And the treasure’s right there. Of course.

OH THE FLUTE!

“The treasure is ours!” HonDO OHnAKA?!?

“I promised I wouldn’t harm a single hair on his head. And- THIS IS THE ONE I WON’T HARM! Here, you keep it.” Oh that’s cold.

Wait, Hook knows where the hideout is. Why doesn’t he just uproot the whole tree?

Oh this stupid song coming back in...

Why hasn’t @practicalfolks done a drunk reaction for this? They did the first movie I think.

“Hey, he’s like a pinata!” Was that Cheech Marin?

I’m sorry, hey, the moment was cute but uh... stuff going on?

*under my breath* Oh my God this octopus...

Imagine if this sequel had the balls to kill off Captain Hook

So this octopus just freaking hates everyone. And I hate it.

Well this movie went by real quickly

AN: And I’m writing up an anthropology paper the same time I’m typing out this reaction post so MULTI-TASKING

HOLD ON THERE’S A VERSION WITH JASON ISAACS AS HOOK?!? SIGN ME THE EFF UP!

Man this scene [between adult Wendy and Peter] still holds up

Kudos to the voice actor for Peter too. He’s great.

AN: He’s voiced by someone named Blayne Weaver

CAPTAIN AMERICA’S SHIELD ON TOP OF THE ARMY JEEP HOOD!

Ooh! Alternate ending where Jane stays! Boom!

OH MY GOD THE END CREDITS SONG

Oh they actually got kids to play all the Lost Boys! That’s cool!

*Credits include a thank you to J.M. Barrie and the copyright they got for the original movie* That’s nice of them to include that

#the blogger reacts #peter pan #Disney #peter pan 2 #return to neverland #corey burton #captain hook #kathryn beaumont #jim cummings #jm barrie

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How tall are the Horsemen, anyway?

I should work, but I just cannot gather any spoons today, so I went and rethought my stance towards our favourite Nephilims’ height. No need for me to make a TED Talk, as there’s a very thorough post on this topic on Tumblr already. Go see it, the author made a lot of solid points.

https://angealy02.tumblr.com/post/154801322938/lengthy-darksiders-height-comparisons-again-and

Anyway, for some reason I used to believe Death is way taller than he actually is.

Must be those neverending legs. Or the fact that I’m personally a hobbit. Like, I’m 5.3 on a good day.

Looks like he’s 6.2 if he stops hunching. Which is by no means a superhuman height; we pass people like this on the streets every day. Heck, I used to fool around (wouldn’t call it dating) with a dude who was almost two meters tall - and can still vividly remember how freakishly high his waist was and how his moobage happened at my eye level.

It’s a funny feeling, having to reframe someone as otherworldly as Death into this very normal, very everyday, dare I say average context. On the other hand, it does provide background for more realistic fanfics...maybe.

I still think of him as the most intimidating mothereffer that ever effed though. One does not have to be freakishly tall to be larger than life.

I mean, just look at those gams.

#darksiders #darksiders headcanon #darksiders death

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asianhappinesss · 2 years

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one and only

Summary

Zhou Sheng Chen was raised by his brother, the Emperor, until the age of thirteen, when he set out to defend the border and establish himself as a loyal and accomplished general. Cui Shi Yi, the well-read daughter of an esteemed family, has been betrothed to the Crown Prince since birth. However, political scheming and tragic events result in Cui Shi Yi falling mute, her former fiance becoming a child Emperor, and Zhou Sheng Chen returning to the capital amidst a cloud of political turmoil. Against the Cui family's protests, the Empress Dowager Regent changes the terms of Cui Shi Yi's betrothal. Her new fiance is the Emperor's sickly, young companion and the future Crown Prince, if he can survive long enough to come of age. Zhou Sheng Chen accepts Cui Shi Yi as his disciple to resolve lingering animosity between the royal family and the Cui family, and Cui Shi Yi suddenly finds herself leaving her sheltered life in the capital for Zhou Manor in the Western State. Despite their differences as a mute and sheltered young noblewoman from the capital and a battle-hardened general, Zhou Sheng Chen and Cui Shi Yi soon form a strong bond as master and disciple. However, their relationship is impeded by their respective principles and responsibilities, while the ongoing power struggle in the palace constantly threatens to entangle them both once more.

Review

What is it?

Why watch?

P.S. Ren Jialun is one of few actors who can perform the classic “stoic” character without coming off as a total plank.

Also must give credit to his character’s voice actor, Bian Jiang, who shows up so frequently in dramas that you’d think he’s the only guy in China who can talk…but he’s got such a smooooooth voice, so who am I to complain?

On…ly…YOUUU – I prefer this show over its sequel (which is basically the redemption arc of the leads’ relationship), if only for how pure, yet heavy, the romance turns out to be. There is nothing that can make you doubt their affection for one another. It almost entirely consists of yearning, and pining; then some more yearning and pining. Maybe the occasional longing glance, if the directors are feeling generous. In other words, it’s the superlative form of romance. Are my genre preferences showing yet?

Pretty – gotta love looking at gorgeous setups with specific color palettes. It’s very nice, to have something beautiful to look at after the tears clear from your vision.

10 out of 10, provides a solid punch to the heart. Don’t forget to prepare water. Can’t finish the drama and cry your eyes out if you pass out from dehydration, itself caused by crying.

#cdrama

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Do you ever think about parallels between flinthamilton and cherik (man loses everything & becomes tragic inferno vs rich intellectual just wants to help everyone & suffers)?

OHHHwell, I haven’t thought of the ship parallels but the character parallels. How Flint and Erik lost everything and they believe they need to burn this mothereffer to the ground to create something better. Flint has more chill, but also Erik has been through worse (he never had the happy life that was taken away really. I mean he was born in early 30s in Germany).I don’t really think these two ships are that similar tbh, although I do see your points. My objection is mostly on how they were to each other? Like both Charles and Erik put their ideals first before their “friendship” 80%. well 60% for Erik but yeah. Whilst Thomas made James see the world his way and we all know James put Thomas first (I do cry).

#thanks for the ask!#this is interesting tho #Anonymous

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leupagus · 1 year

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Anyway this is my general reaction to Ted Lasso 3.06, "Sunflowers"

#ted lasso #keeley jones #colin hughes #trent crimm #will kitman #we're taking over #believe mothereffers

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athleisure-aesthetic · 7 years

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Ugh I did the thing again where I was busy all week and forgot to post on here. So here’s a lightning fast recap of my workouts from the past week, if you care at all. I actually think I worked out (ish, except Friday kinda) every day which is a first in a while. Bless.

Tues Mar 21 Abs and shopping. I went home after work to get my car so that I could drive to trainings the next two days, but went out to Target as soon as I got home, cause duh. Stupid idea to try on like real clothes tho, my self-conscious ass was like ohhhhh no way you need to tighten up those saddle bags and that back fat before you get any of this. So. I got a crop sweatshirt and athletic leggings, felt bad about myself but hadn’t had dinner, so I went to Wawa. Woof.

3x each 15 reps straight leg raises 15 reps roll ups leaning camel x 45s bird dogs x 45s 60 reps heal touches plank 35s, 40s, 45s 10 reps assisted push up 40 reps russian twists 8# alternating superman 1 min 15 reps single leg pulses

Wed Mar 22 Run on the trail after this horrific training class in which I was literally the only student for an all day session. And I had to go back the next day 😩 went to Marshall’s before my run to see if I could find any cold weather gear bc I only had my sweatshirt, gloves, wool earwarmers, and thin leggings. Didn’t find any of that, but got those AMAZING NEON PINK LEGGINGS IN THAT ONE PICTURE and some other ones too. You know me, can’t stay away from that athleisure ish.

It was hella freezing and took me so long to warm up once I started on the trail. Fortunately it was so picturesque and my music was bangin so. I survived.

2.78 mi 9'55" min / mi

Thurs Mar 23 6 x 200m sprints on the trail. Bless up, convinced my instructor to finish early bc tbh he was not really all that helpful once I started following the book that was included, so I went to the mall and got some more athleisure (deh), cheap sunglasses, athletic ear warmers for $.50 each, a VERY cute lightweight rain jacket, and (!!!!!) these black leather slip-on sneakers I’ve been looking for for like 6 months. I just caved and got the name brand ones but stILl omg I’m so excited about them I finally found them.

Started the sprints in the cotton leggins I was wearing, then after like maybe 9 or 10 strides I was like oh FUCk no they suddenly lost all their elasticity and I was having to pull them up for my life. So after completely embarrassing myself hoisting those mothereffers up for my first sprint, I jumped in the car and changed into spandex pants, then zoomed back to the trail start and actually did my workout. Good thing my house is only 8 minutes away from that part of the trail.

I think I may have mis-read what my Nike app was telling me to do, but I’m pretty sure it said to do 6 x 200m sprints with 4:45 min in between. So that’s essentially what I did, I sprinted for the 200m and ran / jogged in between. Although the app only recorded the distance for the sprints, I wanna say I did a little more than the day before, since I went further on the trail. I hate that you can’t go back and check what it told you to do; you only see how you actually ran according to the app. Lame af. Though I was proud, I increased my sprint speed at almost every length except the 3rd.

0.77mi 6'59" min / mi (lol can’t believe I actually ran a mile faster than that at one point in my life holy shit)

Fri Mar 24 No real workout here, since I had to leave work early to take the train back to le Nova for Palooza. I scarfed down a Snap pizza (the classic spot) right before the show, and somehow stayed away from the dangers of late night college food. Though I did get all my steps in my showing one of our friends’ home friend around campus, and apparently that little tour counted for a nice brisk walk. Obvi the Snovas killed it, as a great opener for what my friends and I dubbed AcaWeekend. Saturday they’d be competing at ICCA regional semifinals #pitchperfect for the first time ever, which was so exciting. Palooza the day before was just their warmup, but fortunately we got to see two new songs from them. It kinda sucked for them though bc they went first out of the seven groups and the sound guys always need a few groups to warm up before they actually refine the balance, and they just sounded muddled. Womp. Oh well. Everyone knows they’re/we’re the best anyway. Proud alum.

Sat Mar 25 Run in the morning before the day’s festivities. This was a quick workout before most of the humans who stayed in my apartment became humans, a brief mile ish to the waterfront and back. I realized I’d been wearing a blueish shirt and black leggings in literally all of my pics lately so I spiced it up with these fun stripey ones. Lol.

We adventured to brunch, where I had a yummy spinach and goat cheese salad with fig dressing, and wandered around the city for the afternoon before we had to head to semis. I splurged on Hunger Burger at RTM because I told myself that this was my indulgence for the weekend, and I wasn’t going to be drinking anymore for the next few months (it’s not like I do it that often anyway, I just want to try it to see how it helps my training/weight loss, if at all), so I got a specialty thin mint shake. Woops. Honestly, it was so worth it though, and I didn’t even end up eating most of the fries anyway, so it wasn’t the worst I could’ve done.

At semis, there were literally so many good groups and we were all like oh shit how are they going to stack up?? But Snovas SLAYED even better than they did last time and ENDED UP IN THIRD PLACE WHICH IS THE CRAZIEST BEST HONOR WE’VE EVER GOTTEN AND IT’S JUST SO COOL!!!!! A cappella is the shit, guys, I swear. I’m so proud of those kiddos, and they get to submit a wildcard video for a chance at Finals in NYC which is like legitimately insane. They’re somewhere in the top 18-27 groups in the country right now, and coming from a school where we legit don’t have music majors and a joke of a music activities staff / support, this coulD NOT be cooler. They murdered it. And so did all the other groups at semis, like damn. We weren’t even sure anything was gonna happen for them, but they clearly did some things right. Ugh so obvi we celebrated when we got back to Philly, going to a few bars and ending up at Frankford, where we got some amazing soft pretzels and other snacks. Best day ever.

1.26 mi 9'21" min / mi

1.32 mi 10'03" min / mi

Sun Mar 26 Long ish run and relaxing. Got up and was worried about the weather forecast for Monday because I was supposed to be doing my long run for next week then, and it was going to be torrentially downpouring all day, so I was hoping to switch my days because the weather was decent enough that I could’ve done it on Sunday. But then I updated my app and A, it changed my schedule for this week anyway, and B, I remember I could’ve moved it anyway if I wanted to. So instead I went and did that 5K Sunday challenge thing that it introduced. And I ran back from there, so it actually was closer to the 5 miles I had wanted to do anyway. So ya.

I felt a little subconscious in these leggings because, though they are a spectacularly bright and amazing color, they also show my cellulite on the back of my legs… but I thought, fuck it, people will see me, and if they give me a look, I’ll just push harder and show them that cellulite means nothing if you’re fast and capable and strong. So. I used it to empower me, I guess.

Spent the rest of the day relaxing and watching ICCA videos, still hyped up on the Snovas victory. Legit it’s still coming to me in waves, it’s actually incredible.

3.11 mi 9'41" min / mi

1.53 mi 9'44" min /mi

Mon Mar 27 Full body circuit and a benchmark run. Work is starting to bore me so much lol on Monday I think I may have done approximately 2 work related things all day, otherwise I was just distracted. I decided to do a NTC workout and then my benchmark, so I chose Body Flexor 2.0, which worked a lot of different areas and was pretty fun. Then I ran on the treadmill for my benchmark for the first time, which was weird knowing my exact speed at certain times and being able to force myself to a certain pace. If I have to do it that way again, next time I’ll just cover the numbers and just focus on how it feels to push hard. The picture up there is me literally dying because of how sweaty I was. Plus fun leggings from Marshall’s.

1.54 mi 9'49" min / mi

Tues Mar 28 Abs / some arms, plus 20 minutes on the elliptical. I was an idiot today, and not only forgot a hair tie after my shower, but I left my phone at home, which I realized too late in the elevator on the way to work. Nice. So I had to go without both all day, though Kelly let me borrow a hair tie so I could work out thank GoD cause I was looking at using a legit rubber band, which would’ve been awful. The moves I chose for abs today ended up also working my arms a lot, which was nice to combo them. Because I didn’t have my phone, I just kind of had to make up my elliptical workout, which was meh but whatever. Next time I’ll be prepared. That’s definitely not my favorite type of cardio anyway.

Tonight I made these AMAZING baked zucchini fries, I probably could’ve eaten like 90 million in one sitting they were so crunchy and good. My sweet potato fries didn’t turn out so good (I actually burned the shit out of them, but I’m going to attempt to eat them tomorrow for lunch anyway 🙃) but I’m happy I’m trying new things in the kitchen, even if it’s taking me like 3 hours each time lolol.

I’m down a few pounds from last week, though, which is kind of nice! A little affirmation after working hard every day.

3x each 15 reps dumbbell side bends alt. sides 8# 15 reps twisting core stabilizers alt. sides 8# 15 reps bow extensions alt. sides 8# 15 reps woodchops 8# 10 reps windmills 5# 40 reps russian twists 8# 30 s plank 7 reps full extension inch worms 15 reps in-&-outs

Wooooof I’m going to try to post more often now that I’m all caught up. Lol it may last for a day but you know. #Goals.

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here-there-everyfuckenwhere · 2 years

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Things I would personally like to see in season 3:

Persephone Crimm receiving her promised birthday biscuits (albeit a year late)

Rebecca realising she doesn’t need a man to be happy and just running the club by herself like a boss bitch (backed up by Keely and Sass, obviously)

An awkward/cute moment where Jamie accidentally calls Roy “dad” and then Roy jokingly calls him “son” for the rest of the episode

Sam returning back home (even if it’s just for a brief visit)

Trent Crimm, The Independent receiving a plastic soldier from Ted on his first day working for AFC Richmond, maybe in Keely’s old job

Bex getting a divorce from Rupert’s crusty ass and taking half of what’s his

Roy and Keely spending some time apart where Keely buries herself in her work and Roy starts dating Phoebe’s teacher, leading them both to realise that they want to spend the rest of their lives with each other and maybe a super romantic, uncharacteristic proposal from Roy ensues who knows

Another Christmas episode (maybe this time the club pays for everyone’s immediate family to fly out to England??? That would be pretty nifty??)

A return of Led Tasso (maybe because Rebecca still holds a grudge against Trent for what he wrote about her during the divorce so Ted has to send Led Tasso in to get them to work together)

Shannon becoming the new kit-person

I nominate Trent Crimm for the “kiss Ted Lasso on the mouth” challenge

Feel free to add

#ted lasso #appletv #trent crimm the independent #trent crimm #rebecca welton #trent/ted #keely jones #sam obisanya #roy kent #ray rants and junk #I just love this show so much #honestly I don’t even care if none of this happens #they could have a whole episode of dr Sharon grocery shopping and I would still watch the whole thing #in fact #add that to the list #believe mothereffers #television

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littlebitofbass · 7 years

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I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING ED ON GAME OF THRONES i'm ACTUALLY GOING TO EXPLODE JEN!!!!!!

LISTEN I HAVE BEEN WAITING FIVE YEARS FOR THIS YOU DONT UNDERSTAND like literally the first real conversation I ever had with Ed back in 2012 was about Game of Thrones! I gave him the Ginger Is Coming t-shirt I made in 2013! THE TITLE OF THIS BLOG IS A GAME OF THRONES REFERENCE I AM HYPERVENTILATINGI'm just. So excited. I will be exploding alongside you. If this is to end in Game of Thrones, we will all explodE TOGETHER oh god I've always wanted him to be a wildling you know? But it's okay if he's not he can be a brother of the Night's Watch or a frickin, what are they called, a flippin frozen zombie shit and I'll be here screaming at my TV like DONT YOU TOUCH MY GORGEOUS GINGER WHITE WALKER JON SNOW YOU MOTHEREFFER LET HIM LIVE YOU KNOW N O T H I N G

#reply #in which jen loses her shit a little

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John Cena Sr. on Vince McMahon and Sasha Banks

To wrap this up, John Cena Sr. is kind of an ass for saying Sasha should have been fired.

#wwe #sasha banks #wwe smackdown #sasha deserves better

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theabominableblogger · 6 years

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My Reaction to “Gotham” S4E4

Heck yeah, I’m on S4!

Also, four for you, Ben McKenzie (for writing this episode)! Because this episode was super good!

AN: I managed to record my reactions to this episode and hopefully I can transcribe what I said into this post.

*Recap shows Barbara kissing Ra’s* Nope!

*covers up screen with phone* Nope!

“Perhaps you [Bruce] should consider what it [the knife] is before you drop two million dollars on it, shouldn’t you?” *chuckles*

*Bruce leaves the knife at the museum overnight* Oh this is such a bad idea…

Whoa!

Oh that camera angle though [as it goes from upside down to focus on Ed]! That’s awesome!

“Tomorrow night, Oswald…” Lemme guess… YOU DIE!

“…is the night you die.” Called it.

I still think it’s a really bad idea that they left the knife THERE by itself with two people who probably have no idea about Ra’s al Ghul.

“Alex, bring me the Palmerian Codex.” The what the what Codex?

I know there’s an actual name for this knife but I forget what they called it, starts with a “B” or something

AN: It’s formerly called the Balashi Blade, because it was originally intended to be an embalming knife

OK, so they do know about Ra’s al Ghul!

I feel like, if you take this whole Ra’s al Ghul thing out of context, or if you place this show in modern times, people would probably react to this like “Wait? That sounds like some Da Vinci code shit.”

“He [Ra’s al Ghul] was a warlord.” He was a warlord… who got caught up in some shit!

I’m sorry, I’m cussing so much in this. It’s like you see something so much that you allow yourself to make fun it of it even though you enjoy it. That’s it.

That… is a rather pathetic looking lion [in one of the display cases at the museum]. I mean, it’s been taxidermied, but it has a really small mane. Either that’s a juvenile or he just did not have enough testosterone in his system at all.

*Someone knocks on the door to the office* Please tell me it’s Ra’s al Ghul at the door.

He’s gonna be like “Hiiiii, I heard that someone was in possession of something I own. Or rather not ‘I own’ but other people have owned, but it’s been passed down to me, so technically, it’s mine. I own it.”

And the guy’s like “Uhhhh, no… we have plenty of knives here. We just don’t have the one you’re looking for. I’m so sorry sir.”

And Ra’s is like…. “Why you always lyin’…”

OK, I’m done.

IT IS HIM!

In this episode, if he does the whole “Bruce, be the Dark Knight the prophecy told you to be,” I’m gonna slap this laptop off this inn table.

Plus, this is quite possibly the best version of Ra’s al Ghul I’ve ever seen. I mean, I still like Liam Neeson’s Ra’s al Ghul but Alexander Siddig is actually of Arabic descent. And plus he’s just so charismatic!

“I’m [Ra’s] looking for a knife Bruce Wayne bought you [Dr. Winthrop] earlier today.” Because I am obsessed!

*gasps when Ra’s stabs Dr. Winthrop*

Where’d the kid [Alex the grandson] go?

*jams out to the opening theme*

“Harper, where’s Bullock?” “He asked me to fill him. He took a sabbatical for a few days.” Really?

Why does the actress that play Harper look really familiar?

They’re [Jim and Harper] just gonna let Bruce walk into an active crime scene investigaton?

“But I [Bruce] paid a great deal for it [the knife], and there was another bidder, a very aggressive one: Barbara Kean.” Haha, Jim’s just like “God dammit…”

Another panning transition shot! Take a shot!

God, Barbara, change your haaaaaiiirrrr! Ugh, or let it grow out. Please.

“If you [Barbara] had acquired the knife when I [Ra’s] first requested it, they wouldn’t be necessary.” I thought you said it was OK that Bruce got it!

Whoa!

“His name is Anubis.” Whaaat?

Whaaaaaatt?!? Did I step into an episode of “Hannibal?” What’s going on?

There’s Riddler’s hat!

“You know, your [Sofia’s] father taught me [Oswald] many things. Among them was to nurture a healthy paranoia.” Hooo….

“I’ll stab you.” HAHA!

Wow, way to make a lady in Gotham feel welcome, Oswald!

*”White Rabbit” by Jefferson Airplane plays in Barbara’s place* Ooohh, good song. Good song!

“You [Barbara] seem different.” Yeah, she took a rejuvenating bath in a certain famous neon green pit.

“Is it Ra’s al Ghul?” Whoooooo!!

BRUCE WAYNE, WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?!?

Oh that’s a cool shot of them [Jim and Bruce] just arguing in the alley!

“Ra's al Ghul is the real leader of the Court of Owls. He is the one responsible for the virus and having me kidnapped.” “And you [Bruce] didn't think to mention any of this before?” *claps appreciatively* Yes! Thank you, Jim!

“Why would he [Ra’s] want the knife?” Plot.

*scoffs* He [Jim] just hanged up on Harper?!?

*jaw drops in shock as the rappers deliver Ed’s riddle to Oswald*

*cracks up when Victor starts jamming out to it*

“What the hell was that?” HeheHAHA…

EDWARD SENT RAPPERS TO OSWALD! Oh my God, that’s amazing!

*has to take a minute to laugh*

“I [Oswald] want Victor to freeze him [Ed] again.” “Huh?” “Not you, the other Victor!” *just about ends up crying laughing*

“Earth meets sky, water flows, birds fly.” The pier!

“I [Oswald] want Ed Nygma.” AGAIN! Because you’re Oswald Cobblepot in this show!

He’s [Alex] hiding in the records room in broad daylight? With a bunch of windows?

*lets out a small gasp when we hear commotion outside the archive room*

Holy crap, Bruce has definitely grown! Oh my gosh… how tall is he at this point?

*Anubis jumps Jim* Whoa!

*Anubis’s handler starts speaking some ancient language.” Great.

*gasps when Anubis manages to bite Alex’s wrist*

*Jim knocks over all the bookshelves on Anubis* Ooooohhhhhh!!!

Where’s the knife hidden?

*Ra’s enters the precinct* OH MY FREAKING GOD!

“Ra's al Ghul. Minister of Antiquities attached to the consulate of Nanda Parbat.” OH. MY GOD!

“This is the guy that you're [Jim] looking at for murder? Why does he just walk in?” Why would you [Jim] openly discuss this with Harper right in front of the captain’s office, where Ra’s al Ghul is sitting, and Ra’s can probably read lips?

“I [Bruce] need to get you [Alex] to a hospital-” “No, no.” “Then the police.” DO NOT GO TO THE PRECINCT! Ra’s is there!

Hide! Go to Wayne Manor or something! Hide in the Batcave!

“You’re [Bruce]…weirdly cool.” Oh my gosh, that’s awesome.

Why would you [Jim] bring the evidence bag with you INTO THE CAPTAIN’S OFFICE?!?

I can’t believe Ra’s has the freaking balls to walk into the precinct himself and ask for assistance on looking for the knife.

Oh my God…

“May I [Ra’s] see the knife, Detective? It would so set my mind at ease.” *hisses in panic*

*gasps and sits back in shock when Alfred accidentally walks in on Jim interviewing Ra’s*

*Ra’s disappears* WHERE THE CRAP DID HE GO?

*freezes when we can hear Victor shoot the remaining Falcone loyalists outside*

“My [Sofia’s] father wouldn't have killed those men. He would have invited me to his club, as you did, but then gone further. He would have invited me to dinners. Had us seen in public. Sent the message that the old order supports me. And those men you killed would have pledged you loyalty. Now they're fertilizer.” Whoooo hoo hooo! Whoo!

Oh my God, Sofia’s probably gonna wipe the floor with Oswald’s ass later this season.

*gasps when we hear commotion outside the museum exhibit where Bruce and Alex are*

*Anubis enters* Oh that mothereffer!

Who’s the due with him that has half his face painted?

“Harper. If Mr. Pennyworth tries to leave, arrest him.” Ooohhhh…

“At midnight I'll make this one easy/ This place makes some people lie/ Some people speak/ And some people cry.” Speakeasy? A club? Iceberg Lounge!

Yeah, it’s the Iceberg Lounge! Yeah, and he’s [Oswald] crying there all the time.

“Can we please just torture them now?” “WHY NOT?!?” Haha!

*gasps when Anubis tackles Bruce to the ground*

*Anubis and Jim fall through the sabertooth tiger skeleton case* Oooohhh!

Bruce, what are you doing?!? Get Alex out of there!

*Alex beats Anubis off Bruce* Alex, get out of there! Where’s the knife?!?

*Jim accidentally distracts Anubis with a rib bone* Oh my God.

*Jim throws the bone out the window* OHHH my God.

*Jaw drops when Anubis leaps out after it* Well he’s gone.

*Jim stabs the handler in the stomach with another rib bone* Ooooohhhh!

Where’s Alex?!?

“Bruce, hand me [Jim] the knife.” WHAT?!?!? NO!

“He [Ra’s] killed Alfred. And then brought him back to life. And Alex's grandfather was afraid of this knife. I can't give it to him.” Bruuuccee!!

*yells in horror when Ra’s kills Alex*

God dang it… GUYYSSSSS!!

“This is all my fault.” Bruce, this is not!

“Alex is dead because of me. I killed him.” Bruce….

“Your [Ed’s] riddles suck.” HAHA!

“The answer was Stoker’s Cemetery. Only an idiot wouldn’t see that.” Nooo…

“Tell me, how long did it take you to come up with those riddles?” “I don’t know. A minute? Two minutes? A few hours… six hours.” What?

OK, that’s terrible.

“Oswald, I’m [Ed] gonna shoot you.” *In best Jerome impression* In the face!

*Mr. Freeze walks in* Oooooohhh!

“You remember him? My other Victor?” The other Victor!

“Stop. I changed my mind.” Oh my freaking- OSWALD!

I am so sick of this! They keep going back and forth on this whole Oswald and Ed weird friendship/relationship thingy!

*Jim grabs Sofia’s hand before she can touch him* Hoooo….

Oh my God..

*Jim and Sofia end up kissing* OH my God…

Oh…Oh…

*Jim and Sofia end up making out on the couch* OOHHHHH!!

Oh my gosh, why are they putting Ra’s in freaking Blackgate?

Oh my gosh, he [Ra’s] has the haircut!

*jams out to the ending theme*

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