#no matter how many times I rewatch they give me goosebumps

[bloodstainedmuzzle]

love your blog. have you seen July Talk's music video for 'The Garden'?

Thank you!

Noo I had never heard of them until now. I watched the video and it's awesome :D totes my vibes with the ferocious dog slowmo running. I love rotties ~ ♥ I liked the song as well. I dig how aggressive the male singer sounds.

[charmwasjess]

So, let's say George Lucas was more self aware producing/directing the prequels and hired you to reign him in/keep him on track. How would the prequels be different?

What a fucking FUN question. :D I've been chewing over this in my inbox for a couple days.

Honestly you couldn't pay me enough to write for Star Wars, and that's not just because I'd be fired on my second day for making it so gay. I think there absolutely are problems in the prequels, but I also think no matter what films they made, it was going to be a difficult tango of trying to keep an existing fanbase happy while attracting new ones, doing the old story homage but also not just retreading stale territory, and the fact that an entire generation came up with headcanons for what the Clone Wars or young Obi-Wan or Vader was like in that era, and no matter what you do, someone was going to be disappointed.

I also have a ton of sympathy for Star Wars writers in general - I see stories like Mike Chen who wrote the Brotherhood novel having to get the book together in three months over 11 drafts or the Rebels writers working unpaid nights and weekends to try to land the story they loved decently because they weren't given enough time or money. I don't know what it's like to write or create content for Lucasfilm, but I can't help but think of Warren Fu, who created the iconic General Grievous design for Lucas, later drawing himself as Sifo-Dyas being drained of blood to create Grievous. The metaphor he chose there is, um, interesting, to say the least, and I wonder how it reflects on his time at Lucasfilm. I see these anecdotes all the time of writers and creators working incredibly hard for little money or recognition and then their passion project gets changed or sidelined by the powers that be within the franchise.

ANYWAY THAT SAID HERE'S HOW I'D FIX THE PREQUELS- I think it's really a matter of redrafting what's there because so much of it is really good and has great potential. I just rewatched the Phantom Menace, so that's on my mind. Yeah, I remember being little enough that Jar Jar Binks was funny to me - I love Ahmed Best - but having just rewatched it, Jar Jar gets a ton of screentime and that could be better balanced. AND oofa-doofa, the racist accents/stereotypes. Cut cut cut. Rework.

Otherwise, I think there's a tendency - and some of it was the popular movie tropes at the time the films were going out - to rely on Idiot Plot. OOPS, Anakin didn't mean to go to the big space battle!!! He just won the day on accident!! To a lesser degree, many other characters make it through the movie by just sort of guessing and lucking their way into it as a narrative choice. Just going by the fact that the films need to be about the good guys losing because it's a prequel for a saga with no Jedi, I'd like a little bit more agency for them. More moments of saying "yes, I want to do this" and less "wow, what the hell is going on?!"

The other big change I'd make is give Obi-Wan a much larger role in the Phantom Menace, and Padme a bigger part in both AotC and especially RotS. (Actually, she really kicks ass in TPM. That moment where she shoots through the window and the duel of the fates music swells? Ascension guns!! I'm getting goosebumps just thinking about it.) I think Anakin is the most sympathetic when he's seen through the eyes of characters who love him and vouch for him. And Obi-Wan is honestly barely in TPM - it's all Qui-Gon, who I love, but I could see the film being really successful through him as our perspective/focus character instead. The way that Luke Skywalker takes us with him on this adventure and shows us the story. Obi-Wan could do that very effectively. And as much as the prequels are about Anakin's fall, they're also ultimately a story of Obi-Wan's survival.

And I'd cut Count Dooku, for no reason other than I don't like how weird I got about that guy.

[stormyoceans]

the category is: scenes that give me literal goosebumps no matter how many times i rewatch them

[anneswritingnook]

On the surface, 100%, this makes sense. At the same time, it really pisses me off. I think the issue I have with this is that it's one of those statements that at face value is true, but it completely disregards the life experiences of people with autism and ADHD. I was really into goosebumps book, I think in grade 4, but I read at an advanced level, and I recall well meaning people trying to get me to read more advanced books. The books I was reading weren't "good enough" for someone with my abilities, and no one understood that if I didn't enjoy it, I could not get through it. This repeated in grade 6 with Babysitters Club, grade 7 with Nancy Drew, grade 8 with Lurlene McDaniel, and then I moved onto romance. Romance books are trash I was told, and in grade 9 when I moved on to Star Trek novels, they weren't "real" books. Then it wasn't good enough later on when I read Da Vinci code, pop trash really. A few years ago, my reading through urban fantasy was a "little immature" because they were fantasy. More recently, I was told listening to audiobooks isn't really reading, and I should actually read books. It doesn't matter that between work, chores, etc. that my main "free" time is in the car. I read fanfiction at night, and I do watch kids shows, but I don't talk about them because I have learned this will result in what was said by OP. I have spent a lifetime reading, and yes I have read classics, Shakespeare, Little Women, Pride and Prejudice. I have read thousands of books including non-fiction, but every step of the way I have had people from the side line giving their unsolicited opinions that what I am reading is "not good enough" "not right" and then framing it as "just saying" or "for my own good" but really, shove off. You have no idea how informed I am, or what else you aren't seeing me read, watch, or experience, and while the initial comment wasn't ableist, that follow up was tone deaf AF. Nobody tells a NT man that he shouldn't limit his interests to sports, because that is a socially acceptable limitation. Limiting exposure is only an issue when the thing you are limiting to is not in fashion for your age, gender, and country. I for one am sick of being told that no matter how many new things I read, watch, or experience, that I am never quite hitting that target, and always need to be trying more. Sometimes I just need a damn break, and to rewatch that show for the ninth time. So no, saying that people should read things other than fanfiction and kids shows isn't ableist, but when you give unsolicited opinions to people who have have spent their entire lives being criticized for every book they read, show they watch, food they eat, and move they make, then you shouldn't be surprised when those people are upset by yet another well meaning person who is only seeing the tip of the iceberg.

i promise its not ableist when people say you should try things that arent kids shows and fanfiction

[kyle-reviews]

Forrest Gump Review

Forrest Gump takes me way back in time. Lots of memories kept flushing back into my mind as I was rewatching the movie; meanwhile I try to stay as unbiased as possible. "Forrest Gump", a film immortalized in cinematic history, holds a special place in my heart. It's a tapestry of emotions from director Robert Zemeckis, woven with threads of humor, sadness, and the sweet simplicity of its central character, Forrest Gump. Throughout the film, Forrest's story is interspersed with historical events as a testament to the human spirit's resilience and perseverance.

The movie resonated with me on multiple levels. The character of Forrest Gump, despite his intellectual limitations, is a beacon of kindness, love, and unwavering loyalty. His love for Jenny, his childhood friend, is a testament to his steadfastness. I like how, despite being such a simple character, he ends up being lovable and relatable because of his personality traits and Tom Hanks' excellent acting. There are many reasons to love Forrest. Jenny's tumultuous life doesn't matter to Forrest, because he loves her unconditionally. A second reason is that the film's depiction of historical events from Forrest's perspective offers a unique perspective on American history. From the Vitnam War to the Watergate scandal, Forrest's involvement in these events adds an additional layer of depth to the story and of course his character. Its exploration of destiny and perseverance, encapsulated in the iconic line "Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get," hooked me and took me back to the time when I had no idea what to expect from life when I was leaving my family and moving to a foreign country. As played by Gary Sinise, Lieutenant Dan Taylor is also a fascinating character, since it's a compelling exploration of a man grappling with the aftermath of war and his subsequent transformation.

The film techniques employed by Zemeckis significantly enhanced my viewing experience. The seamless integration of Forrest into vintage footage, complemented with the use of so many simple and not overdone visual effects, created a believable narrative that Forrest was indeed a part of these historical events. The film's soundtrack, featuring iconic songs from the respective eras, also helped immerse me into the story. Especially the recurring feather motif, symbolizing destiny and chance, added a layer of visual symbolism to the story and truly enhanced the narrative.

One thing to remember is that despite its unbelievably high IMDB rating, the movie is not without its flaws. The character of Jenny while integral to the narrative often felt like a tool used to advance the plot; Jenny's character arc served mostly as a catalyst and push for Forrest's growth. Her character, marred by trauma and self-destructive tendencies, deserved more nuanced exploration. Additionally, the film's portrayal of certain historical events, while engaging, often oversimplified complex issues, offering a somewhat sanitized version of history.

I would rate "Forrest Gump" a solid 8.5 out of 10. Aside from its weaknesses, the film's strengths, particularly the performances by Tom Hanks and Gary Sinise, the original and simplicity in the film techniques used, and the engaging narrative, make it a memorable cinematic experience and is enough to give you goosebumps when it ends. It's a story about hope and resilience in the face of adversity, just like the protaganist Forrest. One significant take from the movie would be: “Life, much like a box of chocolates, is full of surprises, and it is our response to these surprises that defines us.”

And that’s why it deserves 8.5/10 :)

[lucyllawless]

Xena Rewatch: “The Bitter Suite” ↳ 3x12 (originally aired: feb. 02, 1998) 

[drabbles-mc]

Unfinished Business

Angel Reyes x Reader

Warnings: language, sex, oral sex

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I haven’t written smut in so long, but I’ve read so many good fics in the fandom that it inspired me to give it another shot. So, enjoy some dominant, angry Angel Reyes 🤤

It had been well over a week since you had spent any real quality time with Angel. You understood why he was busy—between the club and his family he hadn’t had more than a few spare minutes here and there to text you, or stop in quickly on his way home to say goodnight before taking off again. You weren’t mad about it, but you weren’t happy about it either.

But things were finally starting to calm back down for him. And yet, he had yet to reach out and ask to come over, or ask you to come and see him. You were patient and understanding but you were also needy. So you decided to take matters into your own hands. You knew that everyone was going to be at the clubhouse tonight, a miniature celebration of making it through a stressful couple of weeks, and you were going to make a guest appearance.

You leafed through your closet, deciding on a low-cut black tank top and a tight dark green mini-skirt. Angel loved it because it matched his bike, and you liked it because Angel’s pupils would double in size every time he saw you wear it. You slipped on a pair of black Converse and set off to do your hair and makeup.

You rolled into the scrapyard before the guys were back, which was exactly what you were hoping for. You parked your car, grabbed your purse, and made your way over to the clubhouse. It was sunny and silent, a very different vibe than what it was going to be in a couple hours when everyone was back home and ready to decompress.

Chucky was the only one to be seen when you strode in. He smiled and waved to you, “Hey, Y/N. No one is back yet.”

You smiled, nodding, “I know. I just got here early to take care of a few things. Plus, I can help you set up! What do you need me to do?”

He smiled, shaking his head, “I can’t ask you to do that. Angel would—”

“Angel isn’t here, is he?” you cut him off with a smile, “So, how can I help you, Chucky?”

He shifted on his feet, trying to figure out how to navigate these waters, “I need to go and get a liquor delivery. Can you stay here and keep an eye on the clubhouse for me? I should be back in less than an hour.”

You nodded, “You got it. Go do what you gotta do, Chucky.”

He gave a single nod, “You are the real Angel.”

You laughed to yourself as you watched him walk out of the clubhouse. You loved all of the guys, of course, but there was something so enjoyable about every exchange you had with Chucky. You never wanted to see him leave.

You took advantage of Chucky’s absence to set your plan in motion. You slipped off to the bathroom. It was tight quarters, which was the thing you hated most about the clubhouse, but you could make it work. You locked the door and set your phone up to record yourself. You set the phone on the one shelf in the bathroom that held a couple extra rolls of toilet paper, and then perched yourself up on the sink counter, feet resting on the closed toilet lid, making sure the camera got just enough of an upward angle to see clearly up your skirt. You dug around in your purse for a moment, smiling evilly to yourself as your fingers landed on your small bullet vibrator. You tossed your purse to the floor and hit the self-timer on your phone to start recording.

The bathroom and clubhouse were both silent. You smirked into the camera before making a show of slowly hiking up your skirt, exposing the small piece of pink fabric that was passing for your underwear. You turned on the vibrator, the sound seeming so loud against the silence of the small room that you were in.

You lowered it, lightly tracing it over the outside of your panties, gasping at the initial contact. Your body instinctively moved to grind against the vibrator, letting out a low moan. You knew you weren’t going to be able to hold out for very long—you hadn’t been touched by Angel or yourself in ten days and your body was screaming for a little bit of release.

You turned the intensity up on the vibrator, letting out a raspy, “Fuck,” as your body began to tremble. Your panties darkened and dampened from your arousal, and it was taking every last bit of self-control to not let yourself come right then. You bit down hard on your lip, “Mmm,” you threw your head back, “fuck, Angel, I miss you.”

It had only been a couple minutes but you knew you were going to have to tap out. You looked straight into the camera as you pulled your panties to the side, “Too bad I’ll have to cum without you,” you slid the vibrator inside of you and moaned loudly.

What started off as a tease for Angel vey quickly turned into some overdue relief for yourself. Between the feeling of you pumped the vibrator in and out, and the vibrations themselves, it was only a matter of moments before your eyes were rolling back in anticipation of your orgasm. You fought the urge to scream as your core tightened, legs locking up as your body finally got a sweet sense of release. You felt light-headed as you turned the vibrator off, trying to catch your breath as you slowly pulled it out of you.

You looked back into the camera, repositioning your underwear and sliding the vibrator in and out of your mouth, tasting yourself. You leaned forward with a satisfied smirk, “I’ll see you soon, Amor,” stopping the video.

Before watching it and sending it, you wanted to straighten yourself out first. You hopped down, fixing your skirt and checking to make sure your hair and makeup were still okay. You washed off your vibrator, putting it back in your purse with a chuckle. You grabbed your phone and left the bathroom, no one would ever know you were in there.

You took a seat at the bar, and after a quick rewatch of the video to make sure he would be able to hear you, you set about sending a text to Angel. Your fingers flew across the keyboard, “Since you haven’t been around to take care of business, I had to do it myself xo” you attached the video and sent it on its way. Your whole body was trembling for more than one reason now as you anxiously awaited an answer.

About five minutes later your phone buzzed, a notification for a text from Angel appeared on your screen. Your hands shook as you opened it, wondering what you were getting yourself into, “Better make sure those panties are off by the time I get home if you want me to fucking take care of business”

You let out a shudder, but didn’t respond to him. It’d be more fun this way. In the meantime, Chucky returned and the two of you got the place set up for everyone’s return. There wasn’t a whole lot to be done, but between the two of them it all got finished rather quickly.

Another hour or so ticked by, and more people had filtered in to be part of the action once everyone was home again. The music was on and people were already drinking, but you were scrolling through your phone when you heard the deafening sounds of the whole club arriving back at the clubhouse. You tossed your phone in your purse, placing the bag behind the bar where it wouldn’t get lost in the shuffle. You stood up, straightening yourself out before the guys all walked in.

Everyone was all smiles as they crossed the threshold of the clubhouse. You greeted all of them with smiles and hugs. You had caught Angel lingering at the back of the pack and you were wondering if that was calculated or not.

You stepped over to him to give him a hug and a kiss, but didn’t even get the chance. He spun you around and began firmly guiding you across the expanse of the clubhouse, “Bathroom, now,” he growled. Your whole body felt like it was on fire just from those two words.

He pushed you into the small room, closing and locking the door behind the both of you. You laughed, “Not even a hello?”

“Yea, you think you’re real fuckin’ funny, don’t you?” he backed you up against the sink counter. He had at least a foot on you, a height gap you usually tried to close with heels. You craned your neck back to look him in the eye. His expression read as angry but you could see the look in his eyes—he had been fighting the urge to take you right in the middle of the clubhouse. His hand crept around your throat and he applied the slightest bit of pressure, “You think I can’t take care of you?”

Your knees were already weak, but you weren’t going to give in that easily, “You certainly haven’t been.”

His grip on your neck tightened, “Better watch that fuckin’ mouth, Y/N, it’s gonna get you in trouble.”

“What’re you gonna do?” you smirked at him, loving every second of this game.

He let go of your neck, using both hands to yank your skirt up and heft you up onto the counter. The speed and ease with which he was able to toss you around never ceased to amaze you, and turn you on. His hands strayed down to your now-exposed hips. His fingers wrapped around the thin fabric of your underwear. “What’d I say about these?” he leaned in and growled into your ear.

Before you could respond he ripped them off, tossing them to the side, causing you to gasp. You reached for his belt but he grabbed your wrists, able to hold them both tightly with one hand. He leaned in, taking in your scent as his other hand cupped your face. The feeling of his beard against your neck made you break out in goosebumps. He kissed and sucked on your earlobe for a moment before asking, “You want me to take care of you, Princesa?”

You knew you were in for it when he started calling you that—that pet name was reserved for when you were being especially bratty. “Yes,” your voice was barely above a whisper.

Without another word he dropped to his knees, pulling you close to him by your hips. You braced yourself on the counter, whimpering in anticipation. His breath was warm against your thighs and core. You gripped his shoulders, pushing him into you. He let out what you assumed was a laugh as he pressed his tongue and lips against you. You moaned, nails digging into him as his tongue repeatedly went over your clit.

“Make me cum, Angel,” you begged.

He reached up, sliding two fingers into your mouth. You moaned, wetting them for him. He brought his hand back down, sliding his fingers in and out of you as his tongue continued to work you over. Your cries grew louder, and there was no doubt that the clubhouse was hearing you call his name, and Angel loved it. He slowly rose to his feet, still pumping his fingers into you. He pressed his lips hard onto yours, stifling your moans with a kiss for a moment before straying to your neck and leaving marks there for the rest of the world to see.

“Cum for me,” it was an order, and one that you were happy to oblige to. You gripped the back of his head, pulling his lips to yours in a heated kiss as you came.

“I love you, Angel,” you were trying to catch your breath still.

“Mmm, I love you too, Y/N, but we’re not done yet.”

“You said you wanted me to take care of business,” his hand was back at your throat, “We’re only halfway there. You still gotta pay up for that little stunt earlier, you know.”

He let go of your neck, guiding your hands to his belt buckle. You were still seated on the counter, hands shaky from everything you just experienced. You fumbled for a moment but were able to get the belt undone. You also undid the button and zipper on his jeans, nearly salivating as you tugged them down slightly. You lightly traced his erection through his boxers, causing him to gasp.

He pulled you off of the counter and spun you around so you were bent over it instead. He leaned close to your ear, “Enough teasing from you.”

You heard the sound of his jeans and boxers hitting the floor around his ankles. He lightly traced his fingers between your legs, your pussy still dripping. He let out a low chuckle as he lined himself up at your entrance. Your breathing wavered in anticipation. He slowly started to push into you, both of you letting out moans of pleasure.

He started thrusting into you slowly, pulling out almost all the way before filling you up again. You could hear him cursing under his breath about how good you felt, and it made your knees weak. The slow pace was torturous but you loved it.

Then, just as you were adjusting to the pace, he slammed into you. You yelped in surprise and he quickly wrapped a hand around your throat, applying pressure. “This is what you wanted, right?” he grunted as he continued fucking you over the counter, “Isn’t that right, Princesa? You wanted me to come home and take care of business?”

He let go of your throat and you coughed, trying to catch your breath. You were lightheaded from a mixture of the overstimulation of him fucking you and also the lack of blood that was getting to your brain while his hand was around your neck. Your hands gripped the edges of the counter as his fingertips dug into your hips, pulling you back against him over and over. His hold on you was the only thing keeping you from collapsing to the floor.

He smacked your ass, “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” it was half-whisper, half-moan.

“Fuck, Y/N,” his voice was raspy, “You’re gonna make me cum.”

You felt his grip tighten even more as he continued to pound you. He let out a moan as he came inside you, making your knees finally give way. He was able to brace and keep you somewhat upright. He let out a chuckle as he pulled out of you, lifting you so that your back was pressed flush against his chest. You sank back against him with a shaky sigh.

“Is ten days too long, Y/N?” he whispered in your ear. All you could do was nod in response, earning another laugh from him. He spun you around and kissed you hard on the lips before letting go of you and pulling his pants back up. He slowly slid his hand up your thigh and between your legs, “Better clean yourself up, Amor. We still have a party to go to.”

[markschanel]

harana - m. lee

now playing: harana by parokya ni edgar 

characters: mark lee x reader, cameo appearances by johnny, jaehyun, doyoung & taeil 

word count: 1.6k

summary: best friends to lovers au! mark’s been singing and performing for what seems like all his life. Yet when it comes to you- he’s a nervous, overthinking mess just wanting to serenade you and show you his love as you watch from your balcony. 

Is serenading still in style?

You are probably wondering

Who is this foolish guy?

Stumbling to sing

With nervous hoarse voice

The darkness of your room and your exhaustion from your day keeps your eyes fluttered shut as you fall deeper into the embrace of your slumber. Your head rests on your feathered pillow as your hair cascades along your silk pillowcase, ready for the reward after a long day. 

That is, until you hear the gentle strumming of an acoustic guitar outside of your five-storied apartment, cursing at yourself for leaving the windows wide open. Although you know it’s summer and the piercing heat hitting your skin and sweat forming leaves you no other choice. 

You skip off your bed with a rough thud, causing you to groan in slight pain for hitting your toes against the sharp corner of your bed. Scratching your head as you walk towards the edge of your balcony, you don’t care how it’s only eight pm and you’re ready to launch into the next day, but the sight of what you see is what you don’t expect. 

Looking down by the gates of your apartment complex, you blink repeatedly as you see a dressed up Mark Lee in newly pressed cream white dress shirt and polished leather shoes, with his acoustic guitar strung across his torso held up by his worn out merlot guitar strap. 

“Look - Mark oppa is serenading you!” Your roommates, clad in their sweatpants and pajamas ready for bed much like you, come barging in your room unceremoniously but you’re so stunned you don’t seem to notice. Even their obnoxious giggles and snorts don’t phase you either. 

With his nimble fingers, he continues his gentle strumming, making sure to keep up a constant pace and clearly playing each note so that you can hear how fast his heart beats for you. 

You’ve hear Mark sing and play guitar for you so many times before, from hanging out with him at the company practice rooms or whenever you’d crash his dorm - but you can tell his nerves as present and how shaky his voice and fingers can get no matter how long he’s been performing professionally at the industry. 

But you don’t care- it’s the effort that counts and that’s the Mark Lee you’ve always adored, the one you’ve always cared for, the one you’ve always had a special spot in your heart for. The one your heart always beat for, but you never owned up to admit it, to him nor yourself even. 

  Carrying roses but wearing

Old faded jeans

Friends are there too

In formal style, singing worse than minus one and sing-along

The worn out jeans that've been put through the wash too many times is so familiar to you that it feels like home. You can’t help but watch in a trance as you grip tightly on the railings of your balcony at how he’s clearly made an effort to dress up extra fancy, with his hair gelled too, but it’s still him at the very core. 

At the very essence. He hasn’t changed anything about him, even as he’s trying to impress you. If only he knew that you accepted every facet of him with acceptance, from the flaws and imperfections he’s always working to improve on, to the intricate habits and multilayered facets of him that you couldn’t imagine living without. 

You stifle a laugh as you figure out the shadowed figures next to him, failing to properly hide under the oak tree outside your dorm gates. It’s hard to miss the colossal tall Johnny Suh holding up the boombox speakers that were hurriedly plugged into the microphone that Moon Taeil in his bright orange sweater that was holding up to Mark’s face. 

Nor can you ignore the cheekily smiling Jaehyun with his dimples flashed out as he holds up the bouquet of freshly picked red roses in his arms, that you’re sure Mark picked out for you by examining each single rose until he found one that he determined was up to your standards and what you deserved. 

Doyoung might’ve been the best at hiding in his all black get up, but the obsidian hued poster paper he held up that was scattered with neon stickers and bright glittered letters spelling out “Y/N, WOULD YOU GO ON A DATE WITH ME? I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!” in all caps is hard to miss. 

The acoustics set up for their miniature performance for you is nothing professional or worth raving about, but its the sincerity behind Mark’s bright, innocent eyes peering onto you and the familiar, comforting warmth behind his sweet yet husky voice that makes it more than enough for you. 

You just hope the neighbours won’t mind this impromptu concert along your street when it’s almost time for dinner, and most of the crowds living in the apartment complex you’re in are either new families with young toddlers who should be put to bed now, or grumpy retirees ready for bed. 

The sky is full of stars

And the air is cold

In your stares, I am going crazy, dear

And in this song

I hope you will love it

I will give all my heart

In a little serenade for you

You’re so impressed and drawn under that spell that you’ve nearly missed the chill down your back, as you’re in a thinly strapped tank top that was getting too thin for the night wind brushing down your spine. 

Crossing your arms as you rub your palms up and down your shoulders, prickly goosebumps on your skin,  you’re drawn to his voice and mellow strums to Ed Sheeran’s Tenerife Sea like caught in a siren’s spell, willing to drown in his arms, in his embrace, in his voice, in his love. 

Mark can’t believe he’s gotten over any of his past hesitations and got himself and his friends with him to serenade you in what appears to be an ancient tradition long forgotten in the past. He doesn’t know how he managed to bribe Jaehyun to switch in cleaning duties, or pay for Doyoung’s next few coffees to be involved in his little skit. 

You’re so special to him he’s taking risks he’s never before, because he believes you deserve the world and he’ll give it to you in any way possible. In his world, you’re a precipice that’s carved and drawn into his maps that the entire thing could be wiped out but you’d still be there, your mark permanently etched onto his heart. 

 Isn't it like the movies

A romantic film

Aren't you the leading lady and I am your leading man

In a story that ends in a never ending love

The butterflies in your stomach flutter as you realize he’s never forgotten your past rants at how you were never one for extravagant gestures, with expensive jewellery or elegant, lavish dates at overpriced restaurants, but realized deep under that- you still had that need of being cherished, of being exalted and celebrated for who you are and be treated like the divine goddess he saw you as. 

He would pluck out all of the stars from the expanse of the vast night sky just to see you smile, just to support you and be there with you through the rough times, through the sweet times, through all the hurts and pains you’ve experienced together before as friends, and now hopefully as something more than that. 

If only you noticed how you’d be so engrossed at your repetitive rounds of rewatches of Crazy Rich Asians with him at the beat up couch of his dorm, but he couldn’t help but keep glancing at you if he could give you the same fireworks in your heart like Nick Young gives Rachel Chu. 

How he lingers a couple extra seconds whenever you come greet him with a hug, how he always remembers to pick up your favourite bubble tea favours whenever you’re coming to visit, how he reads poems for inspiration for his song lyrics - but you’re the first person that comes to mind, and he always blushes furiously, fiercely, like the love has for you is beyond his comprehension, beyond his understanding- but he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

As he finishes his song, the silence that breaks out in the street is so loud, that it’s as if you can hear your heart beating so loud it’s echoing against your eardrums, that time has stopped and it’s only him that you can think about and focus on. 

Mark Lee isn’t just the upward climax in romance movies when the two lovers confess, isn’t just kissing passionately in the pouring rain, nor running after each other following a heated confrontation. 

Mark Lee sometimes is him remembering how many creams and sugars to put in your coffee order, he’s handwritten love letters hidden in the pockets of your purse, it’s the memories coming back immediately at your polaroid where you kiss his cheek hidden in his wallet, and the handmade baby lion keychain you’ve crocheted for him that he adores so much he won’t go anywhere without it. 

          “From the bottom of my heart, Y/N you are such a precious person to me that I adore you and care for you so much. I want to be the light in your day and be with you even through the toughest of times and the sweetest of seasons.”

 “I want to hold your hand and keep you company through the storms, through the sunsets. I love you so much that words cannot explain it and I hope you can feel it from my songs, from my gestures- even If I know my speech can’t contain it enough-” 

“I love you too, Mark Lee!” You interrupt his verbose yet impassioned speech from your balcony, rushing past your doors and outside your apartment to meet him downstairs. 

Johnny, Doyoung, Taeil and Jaehyun’s rambunctious cheering and screaming in excitement at the success of Mark’s confession embarrasses Mark more than he could ever imagine, his arm tucked behind his neck as his face and ears turn as red as his favourite watermelons. 

                                                                   …

A/N: I was listening to this song, and was just so inspired by how romantic this ancient Filipino tradition of harana is! I could totally see Mark doing this, and no matter how awkward/forced it could seem, Mark is just so sweet and endearing enough that he’d pull this off so well. 

If you’re wondering what it is, Harana is this Filpino tradition in serenading your love interest, hoping to woo them as a potential suitor. The suitor sings by the person they’re courting’s window, until they’re either accepted or rejected. 

It’s possible that they’re accompanied by other instruments and other companions as well, for moral or acoustic support lol, and the one courted usually invites the suitor inside afterwards, and the suitor leaves a gift for the person and their family. 

Hope you guys enjoy this! Sorry I disappeared for a few days I kinda got busy and my sleep schedule kinda going whack didn’t help but it’s here! I’m so proud of it. <3

[yannsscarf]

A personal selection:

every favorite shot from every episode of Skam France season 3.

episode 1: the moment when lucas made up his mind and took the first step.

to me, its a hard one between the moment when eliott walked in le foyer and that facial expression lucas made. it's like a hit to the head and something was growing inside from that moment. but again to me the story of lucas begins here. he chose his fate, his instinct. he hesitated, swallowed, yet he still walked forward. i just love this moment so much.

episode 2:  the moment when lucas becoming the Polaris of eliott.

specifically this shot. lucas looked back and its almost like he was searching for acceptance. its so telling with his careful, longing, slightly doubted face. he cut himself open and presented his heart to his crush, it's so bold of a move but it's so beautiful, heartbreakingly beautiful. and you can see eliott’s eyes, they are lightening up like there’s nothing brighter than lucas.

episode 3: the moment when they challenged each other.

where do I begin? or do I even need to? lucas’ eyes are telling everything. if there’s any moment that they are confirming things between them, this is the moment. lucas is challenging, eliott is challenging, they dare each other to take the first move. the tension, the desire, the nameless butterflies flying around in the air. name one stronger eye contact in tv history I’ll wait.

episode 4: ‘i’ve watched your project.’ ‘guess we have to marry now.’

this particular shot is hands down my fav in this season. just how it resembles the dream of eliott, how it shows that lucas is definitely the polaris to eliott, how brave and beautiful it is for lucas to take a lead and show his pure admiration and love to eliott. at this moment they stopped questioning, they stopped guessing and teasing, they found each other. I might be the weirdest person but to me, locking fingers is waaaaay more poetic, sensual and significant than other physical contacts. and this moment completed me.

episode 5: the ending shot.

how do you say, disappointed, hurt, brokenhearted, numbed and despaired? this ending shot tells you how. I don't know where to begin or how to begin to describe the feeling that I had after this scene. or how much it is enough for me to appreciate the cinematography in here. every time I watch it I'm always amazed by that certain amount of blurriness in the ending shot, as if its seen through the eyes of lucas, blurred out from time to time, losing focus every now and then, crushed by rage, despondency, and hopelessness.

episode 6: utter vulnerability, emotionally raw, and friends become family.

I love how lucas is being the one who comforts people in the beginning and tried so hard to get himself together, yet failed in the end. the whole blue in this shot, tone-wise and emotion-wise, is thoroughly conveyed. somehow in the mood of sadness and sorrow, we felt the warmth. in the moment of taciturnity, sadness was flowing under, and the tears were their way out.

episode 7: a fascinating dance in the rain of oil paint.

I probably rewatched this episode 200 times before i made my decision. what can say besides the fact that this clip is not only a tribute but a poem of its own. the way they swing, how they hold onto each other, the holy intimacy, and colors are everywhere as if we just walked into someone’s dream. the shot is so perfectly done it almost feels sacred to me, and nothing there should be violated. hold your breath, stop whatever you are doing, drop your phone, take a seat, and enjoy one the most beautiful shots in tv history.

episode 8: lucas’ ability to love people.

episode 8 is probably the hardest one. too much has happened and too many need to be remembered. i actually made a final 5 and then ditched them all, come up with this one. funny thing is that no matter how many times i watch this clip, especially this scene, i can't tell if its an improvisation or its actually in the script. but either way, they have given a whole new layer of lucas’ character, his ability to love. he stares at eliott until he has gone from sight, he blows a kiss to him even no one is there to catch. this moment is when i go, this boy is far gone in love, its so silly so pure so heartwarming yet so full of strength. he has the world’s strongest empathy even tho he’s gained less during his childhood. this level of devotion and loyalty made lucas the most loveable, angelic and relatable. (btw the tip of his nose bounces when he blows kisses I’ve watched it for two hours no regret.)

episode 9: remember stopped and lucas whispered, ‘T’es plus tout seul.’

kudos to the editing team because how many of us had goosebumps when remember was put on hold, as if the whole world has stopped and all you can hear is lucas’ mad heartbeat, following the line, ‘you are not alone anymore.’ its so simple, so heartwrenching, yet so powerful. they way lucas put himself in a lower position, forehead against eliott, hands cupping eliott’s face, you don't need to hear it to know how much he loves him. its written on his face.

episode 10: the tears of Juedi 17h32.

lucas has cried many times during this season. too many times to the point some pious, mindless people started to complain about it. I’ve said it before but I gotta say it again, be grateful, be devoted, it really is a privilege for us to sit there and witness them all. his emotions through his tears in this season are priceless. and how amazing the whole crew is because they aren't afraid to show it to the audiences. society tells men that its a shame to cry, and most of them act along. lucas said, fuck it, I’ll cry whenever I feel it. and isn't it just the most beautiful, important thing in the world? to me, episode 10 has blessed us some of the most accurate, sincere, on-point reactions. eliott’s honest monologue about his mental health, lucas’ overprotective status and his strong empathy showed up everywhere in those little details. but nothing hits me harder than this shot. the bus drifted, then the camera started pulling away but remained closeup, lucas’ emotions was poured out, everyone is feeling it through the screen. his tears are shed for sadness from parting, happiness from love and tenderness from eliott. his tears are the proof of living the moment, that lucas is living in the moment and feeling everything. and it has to be in our recognition that no one should be reserved from showing basic human emotions. 

I specifically took some of those out and highlighted some frames just to show that I really really love them. it’s not ranked, its nearly impossible to rank them. I already had a hard time choosing between scenes. again it’s only my personal taste and some might not seem to be important at all to others. but they are truly my favourite, cinematography wise, symbolism-wise, just anything.

I can’t even say its a tribute or anything to season 3 because it’s just my simple modification of the original work. I only picked them just so I can show my genuine appreciation to the whole crew. they are the real MVP. they have to know that I for one appreciate every second of the season and every piece of transmedia content. I laughed, I cried, I got upset, I became furious, I smiled, I rolled my eyes, I looked into the void, I sighed, but most importantly, I learned.

lucas lallemant, being the little hero he is, really had me fall hard. i don’t even know how to use my pale, plain, tasteless words to describe how much i love him. i love him knowing that i could never reach his level of bravery, and it doesn’t matter. i have thousands of words for him yet somehow I can’t say anything.

I guess if parallel universe does exist, maybe I’ll meet him, hold his hands, might even say thank you even if it sounds strange as hell. but I do thank him.

thank you lucas, for you being you, for always choose love. Thank you for never quitting, for never stop fighting. Sometimes I take a look at you and I tell myself, somewhere in this universe you exist, and that’s such a bliss. I don’t know what did I do to deserve you, such a gentle soul, such a golden heart. Thank you for just, your whole existence. I take a look back of the teenager me and seeing the things that I’ve missed, people who I’ve been wronged. And there’s you, lucas, there’s you. You did things that i never had the guts to do, you choose the one that I’ve lost a long time ago. And I’m so happy that you did because you deserve all the love.

You are my little hero and always will. It’s been such a short amount of time, if only I knew parting was this hard, I would give up anything just to live through these all over again, just so I can meet you one more time, just so I can see your beautiful goofy smile, hold your hands, and give you the biggest hug in the whole world, and say a proper goodbye instead of being a mess and totally out of breath because of all the tears.

I’m gonna miss you so much.

Goodbye Lucas, I love you so, so much, I really do.

Until next time.

[laurasinele]

And today, in The Most Obvious Choice For A Fic Title Ever.... This Fic I Wrote For My Hubby After Rewatching Venom The Other Night :D

In which Venom takes action after months waiting for Eddie to do something about That Kiss (TM).

He had a day off and he knew exactly what to do with it. In preparation, he'd been talking Venom into letting him skip their nightly hunt for edible bad guys, he'd cleaned the apartment thoroughly, he'd had just one beer for a change, and he'd turned in early. The next morning he found himself, awake, fresh and rested at the break of the day and, man, wasn't it something. He could get used to it.

Venom was nothing more than a quiet, kind of comforting presence in the back of his mind today, and Eddie was deeply grateful for that.

He took a shower. There was nothing but calm and relaxation. He shaved his beard clean, well aware that he would have a nice five o'clock shadow in a few hours, but enjoying the motions of it that he usually found a pain in the neck. Everything was fine. He brewed some coffee, had a couple of PB and honey toasts and, yes, life was good.

He went out to grab some healthy groceries, and he marvelled at the familiarity and simultaneous wonder of such a simple chore. On his own, like a functioning adult, no pressing work matters, no conspiracies to unveil, no sudden alien voices making him jump. Just a deep, contempt rumble in the back of his mind, right where he last felt it. He whistled mindless tunes while he walked the isles.

Back at home, groceries put away, apartment smelling fresh and clean, he dropped on the couch with the satisfied grunt of someone used to an old, wonky piece of furniture, and not yet accustomed to land on brand new, plush cushions. He grabbed the controller, switched on the TV and proceeded to his self allotted three hours of DC: Ultimate Alliance gaming binge.

Everything was fine. More than.

Eddie!

Forty-five minutes into the game he almost dropped Batman off a cliff during a scene that wasn't even a fight.

"Jesus, what do you want?", he mumbled as he regained his composure and his control over his video-game character.

We need fooooood!

"We've already had food, just wait a little, mate".

Venom's face materialised from Eddie's shoulder, half-covering the TV screen. Eddie kept his eyes on the price. Batman was kicking the shit out of Solomon Grundy now.

That was hardly enough sustenance for an hour, Eddie. We. Need. FOOD!

Eddie was impassive, knocking buttons as if he had a personal grudge against the controller. Venom chuckled. That was no good. That was never good and Eddie should have known better than keeping ignoring them.

Eddieee… They sing-songed, eerie floating head dancing in mid-air. We need food… mate. They quoted him, right before another, longer, self-satisfied chuckle that Eddie missed the chance to heed. Speaking of mates… YOU SEEM TO NEED ONE!

Many things happened at once. Accompanying his last words, Venom wrapped some of his tendrils over Eddie's groin and gave him a gentle but unrelenting squeeze. Eddie jumped on his seat and dropped the controller, suddenly aware of his very serious case of blue balls that he had been meaning to address, he really had, but, you know, when do you find the right time to have the birds and bees talk with your Symbiote? Next, Batman suffered a disgraceful defeat at the hands of good ol' Solomon. And while all this was taking place, Venom was cackling maniacally at Eddie's stupefied face.

Give us food, Eddie. And we'll give you releeease. If you want. They added that last bit  like a second thought, as if they had read something about consent only very recently and found that it made sense, but still weren't used to ask for permission to take anything they wanted.

"Wa-wa-wa-wait a second", babbled Eddie, scrambling up the couch and out of Venom's vice on him, sitting on the backrest in a fruitless attempt to put some distance between them. Venom seemed to find his efforts endearing, because he chuckled mischievously, crept closer and licked Eddie's earlobe. To his utter shock, Eddie didn't dislike it, but he was a man of principles, and there was so much to be addressed in this situation before even considering that it was actually happening.

"Wo, wo, wo, okay man, pull the brakes, will ya? I'm not that easy".

Venom blinked, which he rarely did, and said matter-of-factly:

You are.

Eddie babbled again, 60% incredulous, 35% freaked-out and a growing 5% aroused?! C'mon, Brock, get it together!

"Okay, first of all, where do you get that idea from? Uh? Because, I haven't had sex since I met you. In case you haven't noticed, I haven't even wanked in months. And whose fault is that, by the way?!", he all but screech as he climbed off the back of couch to avoid Venom's slithering advances and headed to the fridge. He was incredibly thirsty all of a sudden.

Venom retreated into Eddie's body very slowly and cautiously, giving him goosebumps. They used to favour an 'erupt and splash' kind of movement, and all this softness was very disconcerting.

"And secondly", kept on Eddie after chugging down half a carton of apple juice, "the hell do you know about human sex?! Or sex at all, for that matter".

As soon as he uttered the question and felt the tell-tale prickle on his chest that meant Venom was excited , he regretted having even woken up.

We know your sex, Eddie. We don't need to know more.

Eddie shuddered and looked at the ceiling, as if waiting for an answer. To what question exactly, he wasn't sure. Arousal was at 15% already and he was running out of reasons to consider this conversation a very bad idea.

"Okay. Okay, buddy, pal, amigo. Assuming I was into it…"

You are, Venom snickered.

"Assuming I was into it", he repeated louder over Venom's rumbling laughter, "what would you get from it? And don't say 'food'", he flinched at the thought.

Eddieee, we've told you before , crooned the alien, and they sounded patronising? There is no me, there is no you, there is only usss , they said as Eddie felt their breathing on his cheek and shut his eyes tightly, bracing himself for whatever happened next.

Not for the first time since that particular exchange began, Eddie was surprised at the tenderness of it all. Venom lifted Eddie's arms, surrounding his hands with gooey tentacles that were entwining themselves with his fingers clumsily —and what was that about? Venom was anything but clumsy. Instead of just taking control of Eddie's body from within, they wrapped some more tentacles around his legs and gently pushed him to make him walk towards the coach. First of Eddie's thoughts was Venom was mocking him by making him walk like some tacky Frankenstein monster, but then Venom materialised their head in front of him, lower than they used to and kind of ducking, all the while sporting a sly smile. So Venom was coaxing him into the coach. While trying to look cute! Eddie stifled a laugh.

"Hey, V. What are you doing?"

Let's talk about this, Eddie. Let's talk about us , they answered as they unceremoniously dropped Eddie on the couch and joined their foreheads.

You are mine, Eddie, as I am yours. I keep you alive, so do you for me. We fight the bad guysss. You let me feed, I protect you. There is nothing we can't do. There is nothing we can't be. Tell me, Eddie, what is it that you want? We shall give it to you.

Eddie shuddered.

"I didn't know this was on the table"

You did. You were just too scared.

Venom grew a torso, two not-completely-human-like arms and two thick, muscular legs. They promptly wrapped themselves around Eddie's tense form.

Tell me what do you want, Eddie. You shall receive it.

Eddie scoffed, momentarily overtaken by his caustic reporter self.

"If you know I'm horny, and you claim to know that apparently I knew this was on the table, then you must know what I want already".

Venom grunted in frustration and backed up a little.

You change your mind too quickly! You never let yourself think about it long enough for us to chase it. It's hard to know exactly what you want, Eddie. Just. Tell. Me , they said punctuating each word with a thrust of their whole sinuous body. Or just. Letyourselfthinkaboutthekiss.

Eddie sputtered.

"The kiss?! Was it… was it actually you?! Annie wasn't bluffing?"

Venom shook their head and inched even closer.

You were hoping it was us, said Venom with a glint in their eyes.

Eddie stuttered an excuse but Venom seemed to have gotten all the information they needed from that instant he spent lingering in the memory. They caught Eddie's lower lip between their massive teeth with a gentleness that made Eddie shiver, and promptly licked into his mouth, temptative and sweet, catching Eddie off-hand. Before he could think about it, his hands slid up Venom's sides, appreciating the effort they had put in this particular corporeal form. He dug his fingers in their flesh and returned the kiss with hunger, his own enthusiasm taking himself by surprise but not Venom, who chuckled with satisfaction inside Eddie's head, their taloned hands cradling Eddie's nape. He moaned, delighted, and then immediately second-guessed all of it.

Wait , he thought, because Venom had taken hold of his mouth and he couldn’t use it. Then he leaned back and said it outloud.

"Wait".

What is it, Eddie?

They sounded impatient, like those times when Eddie would talk them out of eating some random dude in the middle of the street, but there was something in the way they made sound Eddie's name. Actually, he could not remember a time it hadn't been there. Whether they were impatient or demanding, or angry, or reluctantly compliant, there was always a hint of that in the way they said 'Eddie'. He was thinking now that it was something weirdly close to awe.

"Y-y-you, I mean. What is this? Is this how you guys reproduce or something?"

Stupid Eddie. We are not a sexual species. This is for your pleasure.

"Then what do you want? What do you take from this?"

As far as pointed looks can go in a browless, lipless, eyelidless face, Venom did a remarkable job.

"Oh", said Eddie.

Yes. Oh, retorted Venom.

"You want me?", asked Eddie in a mix of smugness and shock.

Venom nodded coyly?! They're playing coy?! Then they nestled their head against the side of Eddie's neck and nipped at it once, playfully.

Eddie jumped a little, but tightened his embrace around Venom's back. Sitting on his couch, straddled by the alien lifeform that lived inside of him, considering his life-choices, Eddie Brock realised he hadn't been holding back because he didn't want to have sex with Venom. He had been holding back because he could not fathom the possibility of Venom wanting to have sex with him. From his lap, Venom practically purred.

So you finally got there, genius.

"Why wouldn't you just say?!"

Why wouldn't you just say?

Eddie stood up and started to peel his clothes off as Venom crept back under his skin. And weren't they always under his skin? He felt the familiar sensation of Venom taking over his motor function, making them leap into the bedroom and onto the bed. Lying face up, Venom materialised on top of him and licked slowly along his neck, from his chest, through his Adam apple, to his chin, where they bit down with purpose. Eddie thought briefly about their previous demand of food, but it seemed pretty obvious Venom had forgotten about it. 

Are you a good guy or a bad guy, Eddie?

A shiver shot through his body.

"I am a very good boy, you know? I just have this voice in my head that always wants to do very bad stuff".

Eddie could feel the low rumble he got from Venom all over his body. Venom's tendrils held his wrists together over his head and pulled his legs apart. Their mouth appeared over Eddie's stomach like the Cheshire Cat's, and the last thing Eddie wanted to do right now was to think about children's literature. Venom was quick to distract him from that topic, their obscenely long tongue coiling out of their mouth and down Eddie's navel.

Reports are contradictory. I'll have to taste and see for myself.

[n7punk]

im gonna rewatch the he-man/she-ra movie for the first time since i was a little kid so lets see how it holds up lol. liveblogging a bit under the cut

umm i know i never paid any attention to he-man because i was a baby lesbian but how did i forget this awful tiger companion of his

also side note but i love that the sorceress has a door in her house she cant open and doesnt know where it goes.

i dont miss 80s cartoons dear god animation has come so far

holy shit is that bow hes dressed like bow. dear god if you’ve never seen 80s bow please google him right now. again i literally did not look at the men in this show no matter how many times i watched it.

shadow weavers 80 voice.... CATRA im losing my mind. now i know why i barely remember 80s catra theres no way i understood a single word she said.

oh the 80s when a kids cartoon could say the phrase “pussy cat”.

literally how did i forget about this giant tiger mount. i truly did not and still do not care about men sgfdfdg honestly im iconic.

i love how almost all of razz’s spells start with “razzle dazzle” and in spop thats just what she shouts before hitting someone with her broom.

80s eyebrows are. causing me real pain in 2020.

oh fuck yeah swift wind. i loved swift wind as a kid i had a little unicorn that kind of looked like him.

man i could really use a willpower haze right about now.

i love how they were like what will we name their homeworld? how about eternia. oh cool what should we name the planet they took adora to? eh add a letter and take another out. no one will notice. etheria’s fine.

“quick lets cross swords” shut the fuck up he-man hsfhdj

“she’s magnificent” she-ra was a lesbian even in the 80s yall

i love how shadow weaver looks extremely similar to the reboot but with boobs

hey i just watched hordak shapeshift into a fucking rocket what was this show even

it just occurred to me that adam is a fucking prince who runs around in tights and a furry loin cloth while his parents wear normal ass fantasy clothes.

ok and then hordak shapeshifted into a drill. what the ever loving fuck.

oh shit i just realized some of the phrases id use when playing hero with my dolls came straight from this show oops.

skeletor just called the king “you royal boob” dsgfhsdgfhj

“a female he-man... this is the worst day of my life!”  yeah that’s what all the bros said at the time too probably.

i honestly cant tell if adora’s pupils are supposed to be hearts or the show is just that pixelated.

how is this movie still going. i mean i know its an hour and a half but its had like 7 different plots at this point.

this show is really bad (by modern day standards) but it still gives me goosebumps at random times that dont even make sense because like. idk i just loved it a lot as a kid.

i literally remember exactly 0 about he-man’s powers but it seems like she-ra has a lot more than he-man because he keeps being surprised by what she can do. love that for her. also i literally didn’t remember their swords being different (because i dont remember he-man lol) but i wonder why her’s has a power crystal (that maybe grants her the extra powers? idk).

i don’t think i literally ever watched the he-man show my only exposure to him was through the movie and when he appeared on she-ra.

ok movie’s over that was a lot of fun. don’t know if i would super recommend to anyone who never watched the shows but if you love spop its kind of a fun ride to see the source material

[vvivacious101]

Re-rewatching S04E01 - Lazarus Rising

It’s here!

Dean’s back!

And look who’s starring in this one.

This episode is just overwhelming, I have stopped it so many times at this point because my head is just burst with thought so I’m giving myself an intermission to just jot this overwhelming amount of information that my brain insists on spouting out as I watch this episode.

Dean’s back and he is looking good besides that handprint on his left upper arm, when this screeching sound blows out the windows of the Fill-up Joint he is at. I read a meta at some point way back which specifically pointed out how the entire set design points to the fact that the thing at the end of this episode is supposed to be good and I don’t remember most of it but I wanted to highlight this one scene that kind of stuck with me.

As you can see on the left side, it says Wing because Angel and on the bottom right corner you have a sign that says “No Smoking” though it’s partly cut out it’s a safe assumption that this is infact what it says and the person who deserves all the credit for this observation and I’m sorry I don’t know who you are, pointed out that in Supernatural demons smoke out. So, the no smoking sign is a hint that whats coming isn’t a demon. Also, there was so much more in that meta so if anyone knows what I’m talking about just give me a link so I can credit this to the person who deserves all the appreciation for this.

The entire Dean and Bobby reunion scene is so funny because Dean’s back from the dead and Bobby is eliminating every supernatural possibility which results in this.

I was waiting for that!

Then we finally get to Dean and Sam but before that we have a girl who opens up the door to Sam’s room when Dean and Bobby knock. Now, we know this girl is Ruby (okay, well I know it nobody watching this for the first time knew it because the viewer isn’t supposed to know her identity till it is later revealed) but the thing I wanted to point out is that Ruby knows Dean and Bobby she knows who they are and she had no idea that Dean was coming back so the moment she sees Dean, she lies which is not great but well Demon. What is weirder is that Sam goes along with it, like this isn’t something they discussed because they have no idea Dean’s coming but they play it. They lie to Dean and Bobby which in hindsight is just wrong. Sam doesn’t instinctively do stuff like this and even when you don’t know this as you watch this scene, in hindsight it really struck me as how weird this was for Sam because what is even the point. Dean’s back sooner rather than later he is going to find out about Ruby and everything they did last summer.

Anyhow Sam’s not the only one who is lying just before this scene we have Dean lying to Bobby as he tells him that he doesn’t remember a moment of Hell.

This episodes to a great start already and did I emntion this is the first episode. Oh boy! this season’s off to a great start.

We got a pile of questions ‘n’ no shovel.

is my new favourite Sam quote.

In under five minutes, Sam and Dean have just doubled the number of lies they have told others and each other. Dean tells Sam he doesn’t remember Hell, Sam tells Dean he doesn’t know where Ruby is and that he isn’t using any of his freaky ESP stuff. But, we do discuss Lilith, so apprently that blast of light she fires of was supposed to kill Sam but he is apparently immune. But, Sam doesn’t know what we know and that is that he needs to kill Lilith and that’s what Lilith wants so the finale of season three is actually just set dressing.

We have a name.

Castiel.

I just realised this episode has so many new faces, we get new Ruby who isn’t exactly a new character but she counts, we have Pamela and we have Cas.

Also, Sam and Dean are off the hook in this one, the amount of lies these two have told each other just tripled.

Bobby: This is a bad idea.

Dean: Yeah, I couldn't agree more, but what other choice do we have?

Bobby: We could choose life. 

This episode has so much happening and it has so many funny scenes, we get the Bobby and Dean reunion, we get Dean and Sam in Baby and Dean’s pissed and we get Dean and Pamela. Among all the scenes in this episode the very last one is iconic and literally, I don’t know if this is bad but the only reason I have always loved this episode is because of those last 5 minutes which just blew the ball out of the ball park.

Ahhhhh!!!! Can I just scream! This is what I mean, I loved this show before Cas because that’s why I saw all those episodes but God, the moment he came on screen I fell a whole lot more, to the extent that I wonder if I really loved this show before he was on it. Not because I didn’t love it before but the depth of feelings that arose in me after this episode made that love seem so shallow that I started doubting it was even there and this is what I mean, I loved the show before but after Cas I loved it a whole lot more, my love just got as deep as the Pacific Ocean while before it was like a pond. They are both ‘love’ but it just got more impressive. I don’t know how anybody didn’t just fall in love with Cas in that scene and with the show, because it’s so good. I still haven’t forgotten it. I remember all the dialogues and oh it was so good and that’s just Cas.

We aren’t even going to talk about the ship that sailed that day. But, those dialogues are so good.

I’m the one who gripped you tight and rasied you from perdition.

The one line I remember word for word and the one I will never forget which is also Castiel’s first dialogue on the show which is soemthing I didn’t know. Not only is this his most iconic dialogue it is also the first.

Also, let’s talk about the fact that Cas is just so impressive. I love all the expressions he gives in the beginning when Dean stabs him and he pulls out that knife with that smile

and then when Bobby is getting ready to take a swing, he gets this pissed expression as he turn around to deal with Bobby

because man at this point, he has said one dialogue and I’m already so far gone.

Dean: Who are you?

Cas: I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition.

Dean: Yeah, thanks for that.

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Cas: We need to talk, Dean. Alone.

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Cas: Your friend’s alive.

Dean: Who are you?

Cas: Castiel.

Dean: Yeah, I figured that much. I mean *what* are you?

Cas: I'm an angel of the Lord.

Dean: Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing.

Cas: This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith.

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Dean: Some angel you are. You burnt out that poor woman’s eyes.

Cas: I warned her not to spy on my true from. It can be overwhelming to humans and so can my real voice, but you already knew that.

Dean: You mean the gas station and the motel? That was you talking? Buddy, next time, lower the volume.

Cas: That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong.

Dean: And what visage are you in now, huh? What holy tax accountant?

Cas: This? This is... a vessel.

Dean: You’re posessing some poor bastard?

Cas: He’s a devout man. He actually prayed for this.

Dean: Look, pal, I'm not buying what you're selling. So, who are you really?

Cas: I told you.

Dean: Right. And why would an angel rescue me from hell?

Cas: Good things do happen, Dean.

Dean: Not in my experience.

Cas: What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved.

Dean: Why'd you do it?

Cas: Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you.

The tune playing as Cas says his last line is sacred. It’s so good. It gave me goosebumps and I might have only rewatched this episode fully like three times but that scene I have watched that a million times, so it has no business giving me goosebumps.

Also, let’s talk about Cas’ last line “we have work for you”. I didn’t really put it together till like Season 15 aired and I realised the last scene of “Back and to the Future” is the same as the last scene from “The Pilot”. They make a point of telling you that as in “15x01 - Back and to the Future” the scene snaps to the very last scene from “1x01 - The Pilot” as the trunk closes but there is this dialogue Sam says both times which I now realise is pretty iconic not only because they replicated that scene for season 15 but because that line has been repeated before at iconic moments to kind of stress on the significance of that moment. So Sam, says it as 1x01 ends and Dean says it as 2x22 ends and now Cas says something similar.

The original line is “we got work to do” and we have Cas saying “we have work for you”. That line is already pretty impressive because of the background music that compliments it so much but now from experience I can tell that the show also wanted to kind of stress on this moment being a big deal.

And it is. They definitely got the message across.

[douxreviews]

The Very Best of Supernatural

Supernatural was just renewed for a fifteenth season. Which is insane. Even more disturbing is the fact that I've been reviewing this show for fourteen years, and it just... won't... end. Looking back over my earliest reviews, it's funny that I kept fretting about cancellation. Who knew?

The 300th episode will air this Thursday, February 7. In observance of this major event, six Agents of Doux compiled lists of their favorite Supernatural episodes, and I tallied our choices and made a final top ten. Okay, eleven, because there was a tie in there, but it was really hard to bring it down to eleven, let me tell you. Our list of honorable mentions went from here and out the door.

So here they are. Please note that if you haven't seen all or most of the series, there will inevitably be spoilers. 

11. "A Very Supernatural Christmas" (season 3, episode 8)

Christmas arrives smack dab in the middle of Dean’s last year on Earth, or so we believed at the time. Sam, knowing he will soon be left to carry on after his brother’s death, has no desire to celebrate which is at odds with Dean’s intention to collect as many happy memories as he can before the end.

This marks Supernatural’s first holiday episode with a marriage of gruesomeness, absurdity, and bittersweetness we'd already grown to love – from a blood-soaked Santa dragging a father up the chimney in front of his son, to bridge-playing pagan gods threatening Dean with the swear jar while preparing him and Sam for ritual sacrifice, all ending with the brother’s exchanging heartfelt gifts from a neighborhood Gas Mart as Baby looks on. The pièce de résistance – learning Dean’s amulet was a Christmas gift from a young Sam in unsaid acknowledgment that Dean was often more of a parent to Sam than John was. And no, I’m still not over Dean throwing it away. – Shari

10. "In the Beginning" (season 4, episode 3)

A remarkably funny but ultimately tragic tribute to Back to the Future, Dean is sent back in time by Castiel and interacts with his young parents. He discovers that his mother and grandparents were hunters, and that Mary essentially sold as-yet-unborn Sam's future to the Yellow-Eyed Demon in exchange for John's life.

"In the Beginning" is a perfect example of the attention the Supernatural writers pay to continuity and series mythology, since it explained Mary's actions in the pilot episode on the night that she died. Plus it features, in my opinion, one of the most touching moments in the entire series. It's when young Mary tells Dean, not knowing that he is her son, "You know the worst thing I can think of? The very worst thing? It's for my children to be raised into this, like I was." It choked me up when it first aired. It still does. – Billie Doux

9. "Baby" (season 11, episode 4)

The longevity of this series has allowed the writers to experiment and take chances, which often gives us exceptional episodes. This is one of them.

The Impala is home for the Winchesters, a legacy from their father. That car is not just in nearly every episode; it's also the setting of many of the most important brother scenes in the series. "Baby" gave us an entire episode from the car's point of view. I'm going to crib from my initial review: "This episode was such a love letter to the fans. It was the world of the Winchesters, but not what we usually see on the show. It was what happens in between and around what we usually see." The camera angles, the head in the cooler, the windshield wipers, the valet parking, Castiel on the cell phone, the brothers singing "Night Moves" together, it was different from all the others but a practically perfect episode. – Billie Doux

8. "Fan Fiction" (season 10, episode 5)

Supernatural's 100th episode ("Point of No Return") was good, but arc-plot heavy. Coming in the middle of a very serious storyline, it's dramatic and moves the plot along. But its 200th, "Fan Fiction," is a complete contrast and a sheer joy from start to finish. An episode centred around a girls' school putting on a musical they wrote themselves, based on the first five years of Supernatural, sounds like a terrible idea. And yet, writer Robbie Thompson makes it work. The episode also features great performances from the young actresses, but it's the numerous call backs in jokes and the way the episode revisits old favourites with a twist that make it one of the show's most re-watchable episodes. – Juliette

7. "Swan Song" (season 5, episode 22)

Endings are hard, as Chuck would say. You have to balance expectation with payoff, death and survival and a resolution that feels satisfying. For Supernatural, this was supposed to be it, the show's literal swan song, as planned out by Kripke. It was sad and painful. If this had been the ending, it would’ve left us with Dean trying to live on after losing his brother to spend eternity with the Devil in hell, and that’s pretty brutal. Of course, framing the story around Baby, and making the car one of the most important things in the universe, was perfect. The only reason we didn’t end with Sam in the box is because of season renewal, leaving us with more questions than answers. Including what happened to Chuck. – J.D. Balthazar

6. “Dark Side of the Moon” (season 5, episode 16)

This episode has always been a huge favorite of mine. The opening scene where Dean and younger Sam set off fireworks to "Knock Knock Knocking on Heaven's Door" was so gorgeous that it gave me goosebumps.

How many shows would dare to send their two main characters to Heaven? And show that Heaven as somewhat creepy? What I found poignant was that the brothers' choice of happy memories mostly don't include each other. I've often thought that a perfect end to the series would be the two of them in a Heaven that finally included each other, with everything that ever divided them fully resolved. – Billie Doux

5. "Wishful Thinking" (season 4, episode 8)

Absolutely one of their best comical episodes, from the "deep woods Duchovny" line to the suicidal teddy bear. Although, of course, what makes funny Supernatural episodes work is that there is always an element of underlying seriousness or tragedy. Here, it was the acknowledgement that using magic to make someone love you is evil. This was also the episode where Dean told Sam the truth about his experiences in Hell. – Billie Doux

4. "Don't Call Me Shurley" (season 11, episode 20)

Supernatural has a warm heart and it's often hilarious, but it's not often happy. Usually, the joy of watching Supernatural comes at least partly from knowing that whatever's going on in your own life, Sam and Dean surely have it worse. But "Don't Call Me Shurley" is different. The ending of "Don't Call Me Shurley" is miraculous – and we mean that literally. The rest of the episode is a delight anyway, offering a witty back and forth between God and His Voice – and finally confirming what "Swan Song" had only suggested. But that ending, when, temporarily at least, we get a real miracle and a moment of salvation, is what makes this episode really special – eleven years of storytelling reaching a thrilling moment of clarity. – Juliette

3. "The Monster at the End of This Book" (season 4, episode 18)

Oh, how I love this one. "Monster" is the introduction to the meta episodes where the Winchesters discover that they are main characters in a series of novels called "Supernatural," written by hack writer Chuck Shurley. As I said in my write-up of "Baby," it's taking radical chances with the narrative while continuing to stick closely to the show's mythology that makes Supernatural special.

And wow, this episode is special. Clever and funny and full of geeky in-jokes (especially the boys' disgusted discovery of the existence of Winchester slash), there is also that foundation of tragedy that makes it all work. The brothers cannot escape their fate. It's in the Winchester Gospels. – Billie Doux

2. "Changing Channels" (season 5, episode 8)

Take a beloved character, mix in playful jabs at some of the most popular TV shows while both expanding the narrative and laying the fate of the world on the interpersonal relationship of our favorite brothers. No wonder it’s one of the show’s creator, Eric Kripke’s favorite episodes. We discover the Trickster we’ve grown to know and love is none other than the Archangel Gabriel, little brother to Michael and Lucifer. Now that the Winchester’s have given Michael and Luci the Earth on which to wage their civil war, Gabriel is eager to see it end no matter the cost.

This doesn’t mean he can’t have fun doing it. Between the sitcom Supernatural’s opening credits, Dean fangirling over Dr. Sexy, Sam and the literal nutcracker, and the meta nod to Jeffrey Dean Morgan’s portrayal of a ghost on certain Seattle based medical show that shall remain nameless, we are treated to a host of laugh out loud moments. My personal favorite was Sam’s less than ecstatic performance in a genital herpes commercial. – Shari

"Nutcracker!!!!"

1. "Mystery Spot" (season 3, episode 11)

There’s something both twisted and poignant about watching Dean die again and again. Funny in a macabre way, for sure but also a touch tragic because in the Supernatural verse, those deaths were real. Well, real in that each was recorded, and each time he went to heaven briefly. No wonder Death finds Dean fascinating and frustrating.

Of course, it was really Sam’s episode, dealing with the pain of watching his brother die again and again, and the numbness that came with it was palpable. To this day, in season fourteen this episode has been referenced. Pretty good impact for a generally comedic episode. – J.D. Balthazar

Conclusion (by Billie Doux)

Putting this list together made me want to rewatch the entire series, although with so many seasons, that's turned into a major commitment. You know, we could probably put together lists of our top ten best comic episodes, the ten most tragic, ten scariest, ten best angel episodes, ten best ghost episodes, and so on because with so many seasons, there's so much to choose from.

It's interesting that the Groundhog Day episode "Mystery Spot" turned out to be our number one, simply because most of us put it on our list. Is it yours? Is your favorite even on this list? Post it in the comments!

Billie Doux has been reviewing Supernatural for so long that Dean and Sam Winchester feel like old friends. Courageous, adventurous, gorgeous old friends.

[bakasara]

Hannibal Rewatch musings / mostly 3x11 to 3x13 but I watched so many eps in a row

♥ No matter how many times I rewatch this scene at the end of 3x11, it always sends shivers down my spine. They're both practically up against the glass, Staring™ at each other, and I can't take the way Hannibal whispers, "Don't you crave change, Will?" looking at him like that. Goosebumps.

♥  Will: Hannibal would make the best bait

Jack:

♥ Civilian Molly Foster saving herself and her 11yo from a dangerous serial killer and driving off with a gunshot wound. And getting mad about it WE STAN A LEGEND

♥ We talk a lot about Will finally asking Bedelia if Hannibal is in love with him, but we don’t talk enough about what prompted it because HOT DAMN is it pure sass.

Will is like, why does Hannibal do all this??, and Bedelia goes, verbatim, “why do you think?” and Will’s like, ooh I see you’re the girlfriend who knows that secret even though you shouldn’t

and Bedelia’s like. Bitch I ain’t the girlfriend

And THEN Will’s like. Oh

♥ NOTHING GIVES ME MORE PLEASURE THAN SEEING THEM SAVAGELY MURDERING FRANCIS TOGETHER

♥ However tiny Will getting attacked by powerhouse Dolarhyde, slammed against the door, feet lifted off the ground, kicking the door for leverage, is still a visual that still gives me a fair amount of perverse pleasure.

♥ Two men brutally murdering another as consummation of their relationship and then embracing bloodied and vulnerable on top of a cliff is just how the female gaze is, people

♥ I am sorry for Molly and to a point for Will too, I am. They're really good for each other, they're clearly friends, they make each other laugh, they're both two clearly adult people who know how to spend time with another person as their equal, they make a great couple. Really, in another world, they'd be really great. But Will's heart is so utterly Hannibal's and unfortunately for both Will and Molly it's so hard for him to suppress the part of himself that desperately wants to be loved the way Hannibal loves him.

Hannibal is right about that, I don't doubt for a second that Will genuinely cares about Molly but he did have to get a family to suppress that side of him, and he understands that side way too well to ever be able to cut it out. In a reality where Hannibal doesn't exist, Will never gets to "know himself as well as he does when he's with Hannibal" and Will and Molly live a long happy life. It's blissful ignorance in a way. Lose something, gain something. Depends how you value that loss.

♥ Will talking with Reba at the hospital and understanding her all too well. Love the resigned quietness of that scene. It happens after the Talk with Bedelia so I suppose that gave him the fair deal of extra clarity he shows here.

♥ In a way I’m sorry for Francis too, he needed to be institutionalized or killed but only if posing an immediate threat and as humanely as you can kill someone, he didn’t deserve to be brutally slaughtered the way he was. But as with everyone at some point whose life has touched Will or Hannibal’s, he ended up being little more than an instrument in their relationship to affirm their love for each other and the intimacy between them.

♥ I’m undecided on whether Will threw them off the cliff in hopes of killing them and thus spare potential future victims of them both, or if he threw them off the cliff to let fate decide, given the proven impossibility for him to choose. My most constant opinion in this is possibly that Will himself might’ve been unclear on which one it was, though it might turn out later that he had an idea on which at the time.

Maybe it’s both, something along “let fate decide, if everything goes as I hope and we’re killed together then good, and if we get the one-in-a-million chance and survive then I can’t be uccountable for not stopping later”.

I think he does want to kill them to spare the future of them. But he also hopes, by ending them, to kill the part of him that wants them to ‘live and thrive’. That part exists, and if Will waits another second, it might seize him. So the cliff dive is not just a way to make sure they go together in each other’s arms, which is the only way Will knows how to kill them and really the only way he’d want to die - it’s also a way of killing them that leaves a tiny residual chance of survival, which is what that side of Will demands. Make sense? In a lot of ways it’s exactly how it’s been said in the show itself by Bedelia and by Will.

♥ ...Have I mentioned how beautiful that finale is?

♥ Francis’ blood dragon wings as he lies dead killed by Will and Hannibal. Such excellent cinematography I wanna cry.

♥ I want Will and Hannibal to have matching pajamas one with “The Great Red Dragon” and the other with “Was a One Night Stand” written on it. Freddie can send those to them. They’re terrible and they would wear them and they would definitely think that’s funny.

♥  Will curiously only told Hannibal about his gambit when he broke up with him after getting confirmation from Bedelia that Hannibal is in love with him. Maybe he was really saving that for his final mic drop, but maybe once he was sure he just saw an opportunity to make it sting and took it. Either way, he’s a wee lil’ shit of a manipulative bastard and I absolutely understand why Hannibal adores him.

♥ LMAO Hannibal straight-out telling Jack that Will is the most dangerous player on the chessboard right now because of the wrath he’s about to bring upon them all, Hannibal included. So he knows full well Will is a freaking wild variable that might as well destroy him with the rest, and he knows full well he’s incapable of killing Will, and his attitude towards that is just, *SHRUGH* “WILL GRAHAM CAN WALK ON ME WITH STILETTOS”

♥ Will needs to stop his eyebrow game immediately, especially in front of Hannibal. But really, in general. He is a MENACE.

♥  Booty game too, but he can’t stop that

♥  I get why he sent Hannibal into a midlife crisis, I get it

♥ I LOVE the ‘pretty please’ scene where Will explains the plan to Hannibal. Hannibal can tell Will is bullshitting, and he let’s Will know that he knows. He knows that whatever Will hopes to accomplish, it’s got nothing to do with the FBI-mandated plan. And Will goes on like Hannibal said nothing, but he looks at Hannibal insistently and you can tell he’s letting Hannibal know that he knows that Hannibal knows, but that’s just gonna be between them.

♥ Hannibal saying the ‘man hath no greater love’ line just before positioning himself straight between Will and the window and getting shot. Thanks Satan

♥ Also Will going for the gun and Hannibal’s grimace when Francis stabs Will in the cheek. Does this Hell ever end

♥ kidding I love Hannigram Hell

[namchyoon]

all tag games under the cut :’) 

BL Tag Game (tagged by @talays-portkey​ 🤍)

current favorite bl character and why puen from vice versa! as i told vish, and i quote “he just says stuff!” which is admittedly, a low bar, but i absolutely adore him to bits and how he just flirts all the time and even accepts his mistakes and apologizes for them without prompting which also makes his reticence about his life in the other universe even more interesting!  one character from a bl you wanted to punt in to the stratosphere i would be lying if i mentioned anyone other than non from dark blue kiss like i’m sorry he’s a kid but no matter how many times i rewatch it knowing his story he still makes me want to punch him every time

best music moment from a bl the oeoeoe from not me! just thinking about it gives me goosebumps like goddamn, that whole soundtrack is insane but this in particular drove me insane. also ride home from gaya sa pelikula always makes me sob like a baby :’) 

a bl you'd like to see adapted into a musical feel like the untamed would become 100x more haunting if it was turned into a musical and personally i’m here for it but also ingredients the series but turn up the angst so i can hear jeffgame sing their hearts out  a scene from a bl that always makes you laugh i think all of manner of death tan being his horny self while being in the middle of a literal murder mystery and kiss me again / dbk pete going from ridiculous fights to ridiculous pick up lines just is constant serotonin! also kieta hatsukoi had so many laugh out loud moments but especially when aoki just starts rapping? and when he turns into a garbage can? comedy peaked i’m afraid  biggest bl disappointment i rarely finish the bls i don’t like so i guess i don’t really have a valid answer for this bc if i finished it i probably liked it lmao     two random bl characters who would be besties   khai and pete (maybe i’m slightly projecting my offtay best friends agenda) but also like i’d love to see them being dumbasses together while kao and third sigh (which. technically. pete and pick are part of the same universe, thank you our skyy <3 so now it’s time for khai and pete in the same universe and then maybe black and pete can bond over how much they hate sean in another universe :D) the bl that got you into bl and would you make other ppl watch it now 2gether! it’s still on my recommendations list to whenever someone asks me for bl recs lmao but like the bl that made me Obsessed is probably kiss me again petekao cut lol best wardrobe moment/or character wardrobe from a bl   khai from theory of love literally has THE wardrobe of everyone’s dreams like there is no one else on his level but other than that, i’d personally love kim’s wardrobe on kinnporsche and black’s wardrobe on not me! 

this or that (tagged by vish again 🤍)

hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earbuds or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume neither i’ve never used both lol // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future //  

get to know me! (tagged by @minieggukie​ and @userhobi​ 🤍)

(fake) name: anna

sign: libra

height: 160cm

time: 11:31 pm

birthday: october 21

fav band/artist: bts! 

last movie: some malayalam movie that i do not remember the name of :’) i did start ocean with me a couple of weeks back but i still haven’t finished it so i don’t think that counts </3

last show: extraordinary attorney woo

when i created this blog: 2017! needed somewhere to rb everything related to kdramas but then the blog went relatively quiet a few months later until like 2020 lol

what i post: bts and dramas! (and some other groups whenever i feel like it or get obsessed with certain songs lol)

other blogs: so many.... i’ll be here all day :’) but none that i’m as active as i am on this one

do i get asks: yes hehe <3

followers: more than i ever expected or deserve <3

average hrs of sleep: 7-8

instruments: none <3 my tryst with instruments was learning the keyboard for two weeks when i was like 8! i do want to learn though so maybe in the future when i am not a stressed student lol

what i'm wearing: pajamas bc i’m nothing if not perpetually in comfortable clothes

dream job: strategist or the person in charge of putting those frog eyebands on bts :D 

dream trip: the europe museum tour of my dreams, switzerland, and mauritius!

favorite songs: eternal favourites are khwabon ke parindey, maalai neram, and trivia: love but right now i’d say i loop run bts with the most frequency? and yesterday specifically it was forever 1 by snsd! 

thank you all for tagging me, i’m not tagging any mostly because idk who to tag for which one but if you want to do any of these, just say i tagged you and do them <3 

[froggheadd]

There’s some movies that I can watch dozens of times and still enjoy them, they’re cheesy but Id die for them.

-Princess Diaries (the second one more than the first but both are,,,so good)

-Ella Enchanted (honest to god one of my favorite movies, its so ridiculous but the ‘Somebody to love’ scene? and the ‘you will no longer be obedient’??? Iconic. Cinematic history. Honestly. Anything with Anne Hathaway owns my heart)

-Most old barbie movies (Princess and the Pauper is gold. And the soundtrack for Barbie Rapunzel came into my life and assasinated me)

-Stardust (This movie used to terrify me, but now its one of my favorites, all of the characters are hilarious and I genuinely want the main characters to end up together by the end of it)

-Ratatoulie (dont @ me. This movie is good.)

-Another Cinderella Story (okay. this was the only movie I had on my ipod and as a result, I fell asleep watching this almost every night for a good 2 years. I was able to recite the whole ass movie from heart)

-The Iron Giant (This is one of my dad’s favorite animated movies and we used to always watch it together, its such a heartfelt movie and I love my big robot boi)

-How To Train Your Dragon (I forgot just how much I loved this movie until last night when I decided to rewatch it and cried 5 different times. The animation is gorgeous and the friendship between toothless and hiccup is so good)

-Much Ado About Nothing (I dont know why I like this movie so much but I used to be able to quote the argument scene between Beatrice and Benedick word for word) 

-The Hunchback of Notre Dame (loving tHoND is one of my key character traits, anyone who’s talked to me knows how much I love this movie. The animation is gorgeous, the soundtrack is powerful and gives me goosebumps no matter how many times I listen to it, and people ignore it because its one of the darker disney films but it deserves so much recognition and love)