#i'm posting this only because it's so funny to remember the day i panic bought that hadestown ticket and then the entire world shut down

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#ted lasso - 188 posts

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#rebecca welton - 58 posts

#ted lasso spoilers - 49 posts

#doctor who - 43 posts

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#remembering when i panic bought a ticket to hadestown for the end of last march bc there was a whisper of a possibility of amber leaving

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#5

Kirby: Can I just say that the fact that you didn’t identify with your character as much as me means that you’re a much better actress, because you actually acted it, and I would have thought that you did get —

Foy: Oh, you’re such an idiot. It’s not that. You know what I mean —

Kirby: I know exactly what you mean; it makes me think even more highly of you. It’s disgusting. (At that, they break into peals of laughter.)

8 notes • Posted 2021-01-11 03:10:55 GMT

#4

i wanted to write out all my needlessly specific rebecca welton pre-canon thoughts before the show contradicts me so here goes: 

she’s an only child, lives in london with her parents until she’s 11 -- i don’t know neighborhoods but somewhere posh. her parents are art dealers with close ties to a bunch of modern/contemporary british painters, which is where the money sassy mentions in 1.07 comes from, and also explains why rebecca has so much abstract art in her office (+ the hockney from the pilot)

but then when rebecca turns 11, her mother (who met rebecca’s father while she was getting her phd in art history) has a midlife crisis and decides she simply has to take an open lecturer position at oxford, so the family moves to oxford and rebecca befriends sassy, whose family are normal middle class academics. her dad keeps working as a dealer and has the most influence on rebecca’s future taste in art

she goes to cambridge for uni to be a contrarian and because she doesn’t want to go to school in her hometown 

after uni she moves to london and gets a job at a pretty important gallery and lives a happy privileged daddy-has-connections rich girl life (but semi-attainable rich, like city and country homes and frequent holidays but nothing tacky; it’s only after she gets married that she’s private plane-using, yacht-owning, more-money-than-god rich). she’s really fucking good at her job, at thinking of new ideas for shows and bringing in lesser-known artists and negotiating with the more demanding established ones

she meets rupert in her early thirties at a fundraising event for her gallery. unfortunately he’s charming enough that they get married, but soon afterwards he makes her quit her job so she can focus on being a club owner’s wife and shit goes downhill from there. and then thankfully they get divorced but she gets traumatized somewhere in the middle!

19 notes • Posted 2021-08-26 22:35:26 GMT

#3

Homeland 3.12 | The Americans 1.03

19 notes • Posted 2021-07-09 00:47:38 GMT

#2

i saw in the heights last night and loved it! i thought it was a great, subtly updated adaptation and jon chu added a lot with all the larger-than-life dance numbers. plus, a movie musical where all the leads can actually sing? what a miracle. there are quite a few changes to the book, most of which i thought worked really well, that i’ll talk about under a cut if anyone cares. 

SPOILERS:

the movie starts off with usnavi telling a group of kids on the beach, one of whom is his daughter, a story about his old neighborhood (which starts off the actual action). the implication is that he’s on the beach in DR like he dreams about throughout the movie, but eventually it’s revealed that he’s still in his bodega that has been decorated with beach decor/a mural. his daughter is, obviously, his kid with vanessa.

nina’s mom camila is dead, though i don’t think they specify how she died. this was a strange choice, but i didn’t particularly miss her character, and it made the weight of kevin’s expectations even heavier for nina because she didn’t have her mother to balance him out.

daniela and carla are a married couple! which is headcanon i’ve seen from the stage musical but is now canon. in an interview quiara said that part of the reason why she cut camila is because she had two strong matriarch figures in daniela and abuela claudia and felt the piece could survive without camila. 

the reveal that abuela claudia wins the lottery is very different. instead of the audience finding out she won during paciencia y fe, that song is moved to after the blackout, and is a way for claudia to reflect on her life before she dies. it doesn’t mention the lottery at all; instead of “what do i do with this winning ticket? / what can i do but pray?” she sings “i made it through / i survived, i did it / now do i leave or stay?” usnavi finds claudia’s winning lottery ticket as he’s packing up her stuff. it has his name written on it, so presumably she figured out she won and left him the winnings. maybe it’s just because i know the structure of the stage show well, but this felt clunky and confusing to me.

sonny is undocumented, having come to the US as a baby, and usnavi spends some of claudia’s lottery winnings to get him a legal green card.

building on the seeds of activism that were always evident in sonny’s verse in 96,000, the movie shows him and nina going to a political rally where some local candidate talks about fighting for a path to citizenship for undocumented residents. this rally has a big effect on nina, and is a major motivator for her to go back to stanford, despite not wanting her father to go into debilitating debt (such is the american education system).

vanessa is an aspiring fashion designer! and her apartment on west 4th street is confirmed as “affordable housing,” thank god, because i always wondered how she could afford a studio in the west village.

nina and benny are now exes who dated in high school and broke up when she went away to college. i like this choice but imo it does make daniela teasing nina about benny in no me diga and carnaval del barrio less interesting.

a few songs were cut, some of which i thought were covered adequately with dialogue (hundreds of stories, to some degree inútil). 

i did feel the loss of sunrise and everything i know, though nina is my favorite character (and i would argue she’s the main character of the show, even though usnavi is the narrator) so i’m a little biased. with the change that nina and benny are exes, there isn’t the same dramatic tension to see if they’ll get together, so i understand the structural choice to cut sunrise, but i would have liked to see a scene where nina is straight up happy. also, because we don’t see nina and benny together after the club, daniela’s lines in carnaval about the two of them sleeping together seem to come out of nowhere. but that’s a tiny nitpick. i also missed nina singing everything i know because it was such a nice encapsulation of her relationship with claudia that now seems more distant. the second half of the movie felt light on nina, which was kind of a bummer. 

that’s all i can remember right now! this got very long so uhhh thanks for reading this far if you did

38 notes • Posted 2021-06-10 20:19:27 GMT

#1

i just watched this week’s ted lasso and i’m losing my mind at rebecca singing christmas music in the street while wearing jeans/high top sneakers/an elf hat and drinking champagne from the bottle

265 notes • Posted 2021-08-14 00:19:29 GMT

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a / n. this is a series of 15 mini-drabbles to celebrate the 500 followers' milestone, based on one word for each story. this first part contains 8, and the next one contains 7. it was supposed to be posted one story per day, but by that way, it'd take me to last an eternity to post other works / requests.

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necklace;

It was the first time since you started to date that Bucky had to leave for a mission. Neither of the two of you knew when he'd be back, and that got you worried than ever. You were conscious of what he did for a living when you met him, but you couldn't help but feel scared. Next to the front door of your apartment, Bucky left his backpack on the floor, leaning to cup your cheeks on his palms and kiss your lips tortuously slow.

“I'll be okay, (Y/N)”. He murmured keeping his eyes closed.

“You better”.

Your hidden threat made him giggle. The soldier felt goosebumps bristling his skin as your fingertips toured his neck blindly, just to put in place the chain of his necklace. But soon, Bucky stopped your moves to take it off from him and place his dog tags on you.

“I'll come back for them”. He promised, fixing his pale blue orbs on yours, holding your hands to bring them to his lips and place fond kisses on every knuckle of both. “I love you, don' forget it, okay?”

“I won't... How could I, Buck?”

eclipsed;

Bucky was sweating, still not believing he was about to get married to the love of his life. He was on the altar, waiting for you and surrounded by all of your friends in common. Steve had had to help him with a panic attack he had suffered while dressing up, thinking that maybe you could change your opinion at the last moment. He couldn't blame you. But all those doubts vanished at the second you crossed the huge, heavy doors of the church. Your beauty eclipsed him, wearing a white lace wedding dress and seeming like you floated over the floor. Just like an angel.

His heart jumped. His oceanic eyes got covered in tears. A giggle escaped his lips, stretching a hand towards you, still praying it's not a dream. And you noticed the tension and the nervousness running his veins, leaning forward to kiss his cheek with all the love you felt for your future husband.

“Can't wait to say yes”. You whispered into his ear, causing Bucky to lace his arms around you and embrace you tight and tenderly. “I love you, James, from now and forever”.

sunset;

After his most recent nightmare and walking all grumpy from one side of another around your house, you decided to cheer him up only like you can do. With reluctance, you managed to get him out of your apartment and drag him to your car. Bucky was like a child, cross-armed, lips puckered and frowning annoyed. He tried to hide the fact that he had another nightmare to not worry you, but you weren't stupid.

Thinking that glimpsing the beach throughout the large front window would make him feel happier, your boyfriend just reclined himself on the seat, causing you to roll your eyes. That mood changed as soon as Bucky was sitting on the sand, between your legs, tho. His back was resting against your chest and his neck was wrapped by one of your arms, watching fascinated the sunset on the horizon. He wouldn't recognize it, but he felt much better hearing the waves crashing into the shore, while you stroked his scalp tenderly using the tip of your nails.

“You're welcome, grumpy mummy”.

clingy;

You didn't want to drink, but Sam and Sarah wanted to celebrate that the family business was picking up. On another occasion, you wouldn't mind, but Bucky was there. So, when everything started to spin around, you lead your clumsy steps to the edge of the harbor, having a sit there and let the soft breeze help you.

“Stop”. You heard from behind.

“Uh?”

“You're stealing my antisocial personality”. Bucky chuckled, taking a seat by your side. “What's up? Why are you here all alone?”

“Truth or lie?” You asked tilting your head towards him, raising both eyebrows.

“Truth”. He scoffed as if it wasn't obvious.

“I'm too clingy when I'm drunk”.

“Can't see the problem there”.

You chuckled, shaking your head inevitably, causing him to pucker his lips with a funny grimace.

“What?”

“Tru—”.

“Truth”.

“I've been all night wanting to rub your beard”.

Bucky exploded in loud laughter, not believing your words until you put your hands on his jawline. “God... It's so soft”.

His laughs increased, causing you to burn in shame. “No more drinks for you, ma'am...”

But the fact was that he turned to you, so it could be easy to caress his face.

safe;

Bucky was deadly tired on the sofa, warmly cuddled between your arms. A while ago, he stopped to pay attention to the movie, turning his back to the TV to hide his exhausted expression on your chest. You placed the cozy blanket over your bodies, making sure it covered both of you, being aware that tonight you'd sleep there. You felt sorry just at the thought of waking him up, seeing him peacefully breathing and his face more relaxed than the last few days.

Shutting off the TV and stretching an arm above your head, you turned off the small lamp on the auxiliary table close to the sofa, before getting comfier by Bucky's side. Your boyfriend purred delighted, still sleepy, as your fingers got tangled on his hair and started to scratch his scalp slowly, urging you somehow to place a leg over his waist, so he could settle between both a little more closely.

“Feel better?”

“I feel safe”. He replied in a low breath, to exhale the sweet scent concentrated on your neck.

“You're safe, James. You're at home”. Your calmed tone made him sigh, snuggling you strongly.

stay;

You snapped awake because of some knocks on the front door. Tossing the sheets to a side of the bed, you grabbed the gun under your pillow. It was stupidity. If somebody wanted to kill you, that would be the last thing they'd do: knock the door. You walked slowly, step by step, through the main hallway aiming to the door, more than ready to shoot your assailant.

“It's... Bucky”. You heard from the other side.

Sighing in relief and closing your eyes for a split second, you left the weapon on the dinner table in the living room. Not doubting on opening the door, you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when you noticed the reddened mark around his left eye and cheek.

“Can I, uh... stay tonight with you?” Bucky inquired, licking his upper lip ashamed, bowing his eyes down to his boots covered in dust.

“C'mon, Sergeant”. You invited him to walk in, using such a sweet tone, while holding his cold hand.

He looked like shit but felt much better when his arms got wrapped around your waist and middle-back, hiding his face into your neck. Kicking the door shut, you embraced him tighter to your body.

notebook;

You were lying on the opposite side to Bucky on the sofa, but keeping your legs tangled. It was a rainy evening with nothing to do and you decided to start to read the book you bought last week. Your boyfriend was silently doing something in a notebook. Maybe writing memories, maybe doodling, you didn't know. But the third time you caught him staring at you, you had to ask.

“What?”

“Uh... nothing”. He whispered focused on the paper in front of his eyes.

“Whaaat?” You kicked his right leg with your bare foot causing him to chuckle.

“Nothing!” Bucky replied using the same playfully tone of voice.

Putting the book on the coffee table, you sat up to lie on top of him, cuddling between his legs and resting your head on his chest. Glancing to the sketch of yourself he was drawing, you raised your heart-eyes to his. It was such a piece of art. The drawing and Bucky. Both.

“I learned in Romania. It kept me sane sometimes”. He confessed, leaning to place a kiss on your forehead. “I want to remember you forever”.

marshmallow;

“Truth or dare?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, leaning on the table just like you did, challenging him. He was trying to read your mind to figure out which were your intentions.

“Dare”. He answered firmly.

“Put twenty marshmallows in your mouth”.

The soldier stared at you in silence, watching him lick his inner cheek and push it with the tip of his tongue. He nodded his head then, grabbing the plastic bag without losing eye contact, to start to place —one by one— the sweets into his mouth. In less than thirty seconds, he looked like a squirrel with his cheek swollen. Bucky squinted at you again, triumphant.

“Hold on, I need to capture this moment”. You laughed, catching your phone to take a picture.

When the flash went off, he spitted a marshmallow like a shotgun. And you couldn't help but laugh.

“C'mon, Bu—”.

You didn't finish the sentence, being hit by another marshmallow slightly wet because of his saliva. Your grimace turned into a funny disgust, grabbing it back to throw it to his face.

“You're like a five years old in a body fos— STOP!” You ended up giggling as he spitted you the third one.

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