#series: flack

[littleblackraincloudofcourse]

My apologies to the hard working, unfairly treated, writers, directors, cast and crew but I am not exaggerating when I say I am one more cancelation from not being willing to start any more new shows. I can't keep getting attached to these characters and excited to see their stories only for them to canceled after one or two seasons and never be told. Especially when most of them only get eight episodes or less. I wouldn't mind short seasons if I got a complete story but that rarely happens anymore.

[masterpieceofunderstatement]

Sophie Okonedo in Flack Season 2, Episode 4

Always recruiting more folks for the Absolutely-Destroyed-By-Caroline-Mills Club 🤗

[3416]

1634 still in the lineup together despite the losses..... even when we lose, i win

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"Well, we insist that you take it," June replied gently (if a touch firmly), reaching across Wilhelm to push the key back towards Emily, adding, "As my husband said, we talked about it earlier: Even before we knew more about everything you've been through...we saw how much you care for our son, and how happy he made you. We could see that the world seemed...much less lonely to you, being by his side, and...well, we can't bear the idea of you being lonely anymore. Least of all after everything you told us.

So, we want you to have a key to our home," she continued, as she took Wilhelm's hand beneath the table, a quiet mirror to the way Randall held Emily's hand in turn. "We want to make it very clear to you that...we're not afraid of you, and that we would like to have you here with us, that you're welcome in our house, anytime."

"I...I can see now that...you're not the monster that I...that I've read about before," Wilhelm added gently. "I should've seen it before, but I didn't, and I'm sorry for it, I'm...I'm so, so sorry, lass. I want to make things right, and so, I want you to have that key, to show that...we trust you. And we want you here. We really do."

At this, Randall smiled gently as he looked from his parents to his beloved, giving her hand a little squeeze, as if to encourage her to accept-he could see that his parents really did trust and care for her, that they regretted the way they had treated her, and wanted to make things right. It was a touching notion, given how alone Emily had been for so long, and he could only hope that she would accept the key, and the offer to become a part of their family.

[razzle-zazzle]

Whumptober Day 10: can't you see that you're lost without me?

"You said you'd never leave." (loosely) + Broken Phone

2913 Words: Sit Still, Look Pretty

TW for kidnapping, forced helplessness, and implied drug use

AO3 ver

Carrie checked herself in the hallway mirror one last time. “Everything looks right…” She muttered. There were no wrinkles in her skirt and blouse, no smudges in her makeup, not a hair out of place. She smiled at her reflection.

“Ready for the day, ready for the world!” Carrie sang. She pulled on her jacket. It was going to be chilly, today, so she tucked her hair up into a beanie and wrapped her scarf around her shoulders. Picking up her purse and box lunch, she pulled out her car keys and stepped into the garage.

One short drive later, and she was pulling into the parking lot for city hall. It was a little bigger than she would have liked, but with the number of people working hard here it could hardly be called oversized.

Carrie’s heels clicked across the pavement, the chilly autumn air nipping at her hands and face. Hm. Maybe she should have brought a pair of gloves, as well…

Well, either way, it was too late to go back for something as simple as gloves. She had a job to do, after all.

She greeted the receptionist in the lobby—Greta Ditlinger, who was cradling her coffee cup as though it might ward off all the evils of the world—with a cheerful “Good morning!”

“Someone’s perky today.” Greta mumbled. Carrie paid the woman’s tone no mind; Greta simply wasn’t a morning person.

Carrie turned down the hall, passing by the offices of her fellow council members. Most of their doors were closed, though it looked like Scott was in.

“Good morning, Mr. Gilmore.” Carrie leaned into the open doorway, “Hard at work already, I see!”

Scott looked up from his desk with a smile at the sound of Carrie’s voice. He waved back, the stack of papers floating next to him waving with him. “Carrie Callaghan!” He put his hand down, and the papers went back to hovering around him. “I’m a little swamped, but I’ve got it all in hand! You?” He chuckled at his own joke, and Carrie giggled.

“Oh, I’ve been having the most wonderful morning,” Carrie replied. “Sunshine and smiles the whole way here!” She stepped back, “I won’t keep you from your work, though.”

Scott nodded. “Of course. Sunshine and smiles!”

Carrie’s steps carried her further down the hall to her office. Sunshine and smiles. If there was ever a phrase to capture the spirit of Pleasantville, that would be it—at least, it was what Carrie wanted the most for her community. Somewhere warm and loving, where the people helped each other out purely because they could. A community like that, where everyone worked together—if Carrie wanted to do one thing for her town before she went out, then that was it. She’d reorganize this whole town if she had to, upturn every old and outdated system in pursuit of her goal.

And indeed, as she unlocked her office and made her way to her desk, her mind was already going over everything she’d need to do today, organizing her tasks based on priority. She needed to review the finances for the upcoming Autumn Leaf Festival, make sure the local farmers would be well-compensated for the corn maze and hayride, as well as for providing all the pumpkins for carving. Halloween was on the way—they’d have to do a check of the streetlights and make sure that the neighborhood decorations were up to code. Carrie needed to review so many different things, not to mention any unexpected happenstance that could come up out of the blue—

And she still needed to fix the phone on her desk.

It had been broken for about a week, now, the speaker blown out and the ringer making an awful rattling noise. Carrie was no electrician, but with all the local ones tied up checking lights, her phone had remained broken. It certainly got in the way of her work—she’d been leaving her office door open, to compensate, and having her calls forwarded to Greta. It was a makeshift solution, to be sure, but it was working. For the time being.

Carrie pushed those thoughts aside and settled into work. These finances wouldn’t review themselves, after all!

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City hall was a demanding job. There was always something to do, some issue to review or some event to plan or some form to fill. Even if Pleasantville was a small town, it had such a vibrant community that slacking on the job was simply unthinkable to Carrie. This community always gave so much, it was only fair for her to do the same.

That didn’t mean Carrie didn’t get tired, though. So when the time came for her lunch break, she pushed all her thoughts of working to the side, and pulled out her box lunch. Once she finished eating, she pulled her coat and scarf back on. Carrie decided to forgo the beanie for the time being—the air had warmed enough that she could get by without it for her after-lunch walk.

With that, Carrie headed straight for the park. It was a quaint little thing; a small playground surrounded by blocks of grass and trees just across the street from city hall. The whole of the park stretched further than that, walking trails and benches arranged all throughout. Carrie always took her after-lunch walk there, strolling past the playground and under the trees.

There weren’t many people out when Carrie got there. It was a cold day, after all, all of the trees close to bare. The wind nipped at Carrie’s face as she walked, and she pulled her scarf up a little higher. After a moment’s thought, she tucked her hands into the pockets of her jacket.

The cool, fresh air and the rays of sunlight were a balm for her scattered thoughts, clearing away all of the little worries in the back of her head. Truly, there was no season better than autumn. The leaves were an explosion of warm colors against the cool blue of the sky and the still green of the grass, a veritable rainbow filling the world around her.

There was so much she needed to do, all the time—

But out here, with the fresh air, Carrie could pretend all her worries away. Out here, where she could see the fruits of her labor, where the world itself seemed to hold in quiet contemplation—

Carrie breathed in slowly. Sunshine and smiles. Pleasantville always gave her so much—she couldn’t help but give back as much as she could in return.

The edge of the park near the street had a small fence separating it from the sidewalk; Carrie’s work. It wouldn’t do to have children wandering from the playground to get hit by cars, after all. It was a white picket fence standing at waist height for most adults. Time and the elements had dulled the shiny white paint, though.

Carrie’s lips pursed in thought. She could get it repainted. Oh, wait, even better—she could have the children paint it! Get a whole rainbow of colors of nontoxic paint and let the kids go wild. Maybe get in a few handprints here and there, to really brighten up the little fence. Carrie nodded to herself, the logistics already coming together in her mind. It’d have to be on a warmer day—maybe a little event to celebrate the coming of spring? Weather was also a concern when it came to scheduling; the paint would need time to dry.

Thus decided, Carrie resolved to write herself a note when she made it to her office. She’d draft up the plans and present them to the rest of the council in January, giving everyone plenty of time to plan everything out.

It was as Carrie was unlatching and walking through the gate that her lonely little walk became decidedly less lonely.

“Carrie Callaghan!” The man walking up the sidewalk waved her down, his cheeks aglow from the chill. “Finishing up your daily walk?”

Carrie nodded. “Right you are, Mr. Flack.” She closed the gate behind her, taking care to latch it. “What brought you here? You hate the cold.” Not that Carrie was upset to see him—it was always nice to have someone to talk to—but Elias was definitely a summer kind of guy. It’d make much more sense to see him behind the counter at the bar at this time of day.

“Ah, but I could never feel cold when I’m with you,” Elias grinned. He pressed the button for the crosswalk, “You always find a way to bring more life to the world around you.”

“Flatterer.” Carrie giggled. She came to a stop at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to change.

Elias shrugged. “It’s hard not to.” He quipped. His expression turned serious, bright green eyes locked on hers. “My offer’s still open, of course. If you ever find yourself in need of a date…” He trailed off.

“Oh, I’m sure you could do so much better than little old me.” Carrie suggested. She watched the green light change to yellow—

“What if I don’t want to?” There was so much sincerity in Elias’ voice that his teeth had to be rotting. Carrie’s chest tightened.

Carrie laughed. “Careful, Mr. Flack,” She cautioned, “Too much sugar and your teeth will all fall out!” She waved him goodbye as her light turned green, her heels clicking on the pavement of the crosswalk.

Elias really was such a nice man. Five years her junior, and not bad looking, either. But Carrie wasn’t looking for romance, not at this stage. She was too old to have her own children anyway, and she was too busy for a husband, besides.

Carrie entered the lobby. Greta was off on her lunch break, the front desk abandoned. Carrie huffed, making her way towards her office.

Scott saw her pass by, and called out. “Miss Callaghan!”

She stopped in front of his office. “Yes, Mr. Gilmore?”

“They finished checking the lights,” He said, “That phone of yours is sure to be next!”

Carrie beamed. “Oh, that’s just wonderful!” She turned to leave, then—

“Actually, Mr. Gilmore,” she started, “I ended up getting a little ahead before my lunch break, so I could stand to help lighten your load.”

“Really?” Papers were already floating up to gather into a stack above Scott’s head. “Gosh, Miss Callaghan, you really are an angel.”

Carrie took the stack with a chuckle. “Oh, I wouldn’t say angel,” She waved his words off. “I just do what I can to help!”

“Well, it sure helps a lot!” Scott beamed. “Thanks!”

Carrie grinned. “Of course. Sunshine and smiles!”

“Sunshine and smiles!”

Carrie walked into her office, and set the stack down on her dress. She hadn’t been totally truthful, with Scott—there was still plenty work left for her, in addition to what he’d given her. But Mr. Gilmore really was swamped—and what were a few extra forms? The sooner Mr. Gilmore could go home, the more time he’d be able to spend with his wife and kids—she might not have had a spouse or children of her own, but Carrie more than understood how important family was when it came to maintaining a healthy community.

As Carrie settled down in her chair, she glanced at her still-broken phone. It could stay broken a little longer, she decided—there were plenty more important things to focus on than one silly little phone. She turned back to the forms on her desk.

City hall was tough work.

But she was more than up for the task!

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Carrie stepped out of her garage with a sigh, pulling off her coat to hang on its hook. She’d gotten home a little later than usual, but not by much—she still had plenty of time to relax before she’d have to settle down for the night.

Speaking of relaxing…

Carrie hummed as she made her way to the kitchen. No matter how much the work stacked up, no matter how many small improvements her brain spotted, no matter how many lunch breaks she ended up cheating and doing work during—

No matter what, Carrie could come home with sunshine and smiles in her mind, because of her special project.

It was the perfect project, one she had done many times before. It was incredibly relaxing, and did wonders for her creativity. The current iteration was still in its early stages, but Carrie knew it would turn out so wonderful in the end—she just needed to have a bit of patience with her Doll.

She’d acquired him only two weeks prior, after all. There was still so much work to be done. Her Doll had had more trouble adjusting at the start than she expected, acting out and breaking everything on the vanity, so his movement privileges were still limited. Carrie was certain she’d be able to let her Doll roam freely about his room soon enough, though.

And oh, what a Doll he was! Carrie could still remember when she first saw him, swinging across a trapeze—much too dangerous for a Doll, of course, but it was the grace of his movements, the confidence of his form, the beauty of his art that made it clear to her: she had found her latest muse.

Dolls were special. They required a lot of care! But Carrie loved all of her Dolls as much as she loved Pleasantville. And her newest Doll was no different—a real sweetheart, she knew. He just needed more time to adjust.

“Hello, Darling.” She greeted, setting the tray down on the table. Doll watched her like a nervous hawk from the bed, his hands pulled back by the handcuffs. “Let’s get you set up,” She grunted as she hauled the chair over. It took a bit of maneuvering, to get him uncuffed from the bed and onto the chair, the straps holding him safe and secure, but at least Doll didn’t kick—he was getting better and better behaved every day.

Carrie pushed the chair over to the table, then took her spot to the side. “Alright, Doll.” She grasped the spoon carefully, ignoring the low growl in the back of his throat. “Bon appetit!”

Her Doll accepted the offered food. It was a familiar pattern, feeding her Dolls. Carrie found that it was simply more fulfilling to feed her Dolls by hand—even when they were more than well behaved enough to feed themselves, it simply wasn’t good for their psyches! The whole point in bringing Dolls down here to care for was that they would be cared for, in the way that they had been denied their whole lives.

Carrie brought another spoonful up to her Doll’s mouth, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear. Truly, what a gorgeous Doll. Her hands itched to start putting together outfits, to craft art upon the body of her muse and record the memories with her camera—

But she had to wait, first. Dolls that squirmed were no fun to dress up, and it was more fulfilling for them to be able to lie back and let Carrie take care of everything. Dolls needed to be cared for, just as her town had so many things that could be fixed or improved—there was a need, and Carrie was set on filling it.

If only Doll could accept the care she was giving him faster…

“Oh!” Carrie nearly dropped the spoon—she had never told him her name! Oh, this needed to be corrected right away! “I never told you my name.” What an awful thing to do. No wonder her Doll was still having trouble settling in—she’d never so much as introduced herself!

His nose scrunched, as if to acknowledge that she’d messed up.

“My name is Carrie, Doll.” She chuckled nervously. “Though you’ll probably come to think of me as your Caretaker, or Mistress.”

“Absolutely not.” The vitriol with which Doll spat the words out was enough to make Carrie flinch.

She grasped his face, not caring if her nails dug in a little. “Don’t worry,” she replied, struggling to keep the anger from her voice, “We’ll get that nasty little attitude of yours fixed soon enough.” Oh, she needed to reign in her anger, and she needed to reign it in now. Her Doll was still settling in, after all.

Carrie let go of her Doll’s face and took a breath. Calm in, anger out. Sunshine and smiles, she reminded herself.

“I have just the outfit for you today!” She chirped. “Since Halloween is coming up,” She leaned in close, her hands on her lovely Doll’s shoulders, “I’ve got a lot of different costume ideas to try out.” One could never have too many Halloween costumes—she might even make a collage out of the photos she got, a whole collection of different costumes for her Doll. He might not be around for the next Halloween, after all—better to make the most of the time they’d have together!

Yes, Carrie’s Doll would be so happy here, in her care. Just like the town she loved so much—she’d make sure her Doll was happy no matter how long it took for him to understand. It was her job, after all.

“You’ll have to finish your dinner first, of course!” Carrie picked up the spoon again. Her Doll would settle in and understand it all in time, Carrie knew. She just needed a little patience.

The end result would be well worth the wait.

[glasseswearingrabbitdetective]

I wanna post more stuff like that tbh…

I watch, to a point, anything with cute girls gkskvka that’s my preferred genre- usually harems and seinen stuff ig? Idm Shoujo too tho :> I def do have limits to what I’ll watch, even in the past, and I def have a unique way of seeing things … Eg; I’ll watch smt like oreimo and be like “omg so many Yuri options im in heaven!” - compared to most ppl who know it as… smt else we don’t comment on or Vampire Knight who I’m just “Maria!!! Maria x Yuuki! That’s the show!” <- Not to most ppl GKAKVKA if I can share my opinions/thoughts more, could be nice..? Tho it’s def scary.. if unpopular opinion ,, could bring hate ect :,)

but yeah.. I’ll see how it goes :,) I think ppl here would be a lot more… accepting … since we’re all lgbt+ and same sorts of mindsets at least TuT side blogs who- sorry

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

was thinking that it'd be fun/funny to make imagines n headcanons posts (like people's requests) for hammer (horror) characters but idk if that'd be a good idea bc i feel like i'd bullied for it lol

[neon-fusion]

watched the new superstar episode today lol. HUGE love live tourism ad episode but I DO like that we are asking real questions about what all the third years are doing which I think this series is in a good place to play with. This is a series where putting serious thought into the logistics of. anything are bad and you should forget it for this genre anyways but still.

sidenote this was another one of the classic love live cute tourism spot shots. These are always super charming to me. maybe the tourism ads DO have rights actually

[honestlyvan]

I know this puts me in the minority as a person who's at the moment deeply apathetic about sequels and franchises but I really hope whatever Monosoft is working on for Switch 2/"Ounce" is not gonna be another Xenoblade title.

The Xenoblade well has been run dry for me. I did not like Future Redeemed, I thought the ending to Xeno 3 suffered from franchise baggage, I think with Xeno 1 having a rerelease that more fully integrated it in with Xeno 2 and 3 in a way that undercut the standalone nature of that game makes it clear that while there was will to build on the ideas of that game, there was no real original Xenoblade Master Document, and they ended up relying on very worn Special Boy With Special Destiny tropes to bring it all together.

Enough, I say. Enough franchise building. I don't want to know how XenoX "integrates", I would rather it be truly standalone, even if it turns out the thing everyone was fleeing from was Klaus' experiment. Either pull the trigger and let "Xenoblade" assume the status as the official modern Xenoseries title and start making anthology games, or produce a new Xeno game with a different subheading.

[espeliculando]

Puntuación: ⭐️⭐️ de 5

Operación Barrio Inglés

Operación: Tampoco es tan mala.

Por mgarsos

Mucho se ha hablado de Operación Barrio Inglés, casi nada bueno y es cierto que la serie tiene muchísimas carencias, pero he de decir, que en su conjunto y si lo que buscas es un simple pasatiempo, se deja ver. Pero tras ese maltrato en parrilla y ser denostada por la crítica desde sus inicios, ya presagiabamos un triste desenlace para esta ficción. Pese a ello logra concluir con cierto talante y dignidad.

Su historia es sencilla, genérica, quizás demasiado blanca y evidente, lo que le resta credibilidad. Debido a esto, el guión es demasiado plano y da lugar a situaciones absurdas.

Una maravillosa Aria Bedmar hace malabares con un texto que no da para más. Completan el triángulo Vives, con mejor acento pero menos creible y Cortada, más creible pero con peor acento. Desaprovecha grandes nombres como María Morales, Juan Gea, Paco Tous o Carlos Olalla, que podían haber marcado la diferencia. Destacamos especialmente entre el reparto a Sue Flack, Beatriz Arjona, Kimberley Tell y Marco Cáceres.

En el apartado visual cuenta con una fotografía en la que nada es excelente pero todo funciona medianamente bien. Su diseño de producción se percibe austero y muchas veces la utillería rezuma cartón piedra. Pero si realmente debemos destacar algo nefasto en este apartado, es sin duda el aspecto y la calidad de los efectos visuales, los cuales dejan mucho que desear.

La música por su parte no desentona, pero tampoco aporta demasiado.

Operación Barrio Inglés partía con demasiadas pretensiones que debido a su mala gestión de recursos, el maltrato en parrilla y sus múltiples errores, llegó simplemente a mero entretenimiento de fácil digestión. Si la ves teniendo esto en cuenta, incluso puede que llegues a disfrutar de ella.

Puedes verla gratis en Rtve Play.

GRACIAS POR LEERNOS Y RECUERDA: Espeliculando es un pequeño proyecto que puedes apoyar de forma gratuita compartiendo el contenido que generamos en tus redes sociales. También puedes apoyar el proyecto económicamente donando desde 1€ a través de Paypal .me

[thesulliedone]

The fact that the worst era amongst the Mario fanbase is considered the "Bland Era," whereas Sonic has had such names for the lowest point being "Dark," or "Meta" speaks volumes for the differences between the two series imo.

[broodygaming]

Re: the reaction guys images, they are the same guys one year apart. First one is from 2003 E3 (Pacman game on the GameCube!) and the second is from 2004 E3 (Twilight Princess announcement).

Ohh!! okay!! thank you!! Very cool, good for them haha.

[alovelywaytospendanevening]

Revisiting the Charts #3: March 17, 1973 (Billboard Hot 100)

The 1970s was a very musically diverse decade. This edition of Revisiting the Charts takes a look at a weekly top 10 of one of its earlier years. Funk and soul are the dominant genres here, but there's also space for rock and country music.

1. Killing Me Softly with His Song — Roberta Flack Current Spotify stats: 284.234.330 plays

The biggest classic of this list, and for a good reason. Through its poetic lyrics, this song evokes such a singular feeling of melancholy it’s hard to forget. And it still sounds fresh.

2. Dueling Banjos — Eric Weissberg Current Spotify stats: 12.283.442 plays

This song was made famous by and is still mostly associated with the film Deliverance (1972), which isn’t surprising at all, since it’s a number that can sound cool in a scene, but it’s not really strong as an individual music recording.

3. Love Train — O’Jays Current Spotify stats: 212.667.395 plays

The 1970s tackiness is a bit too much on this one, but it’s still an enjoyable listen.

4. Also Sprach Zarathustra (2001) — Deodato Current Spotify stats: 6.633.243 plays

One of those 1970s recordings which remade classical music compositions. It’s an interesting funk-fuelled experiment, and sure, the results are respectable, but I guess it works much better when you’re on a dancefloor.

5. Last Song — Edward Bear Current Spotify stats: 3.687.594 plays

An inoffensive and pleasant enough adult contemporary song. It’s also not very memorable.

6. The Cover of “Rolling Stone” — Dr. Hook & the Medicine Show Current Spotify stats: 46.708.571 plays

A cheeky and even smart satirical song. Its replay value seems rather small, though.

7. Could It Be I’m Falling in Love — The Spinners Current Spotify stats: 54.554.432 plays

I admit I think “I’ll Be Around” is a better song, but this is still a lushly produced and expertly performed example of the Philadelphia soul sound.

8. Neither of Us (Wants to Be the First to Say Goodbye) — Gladys Knight & the Pips Current Spotify stats: 42.253.232 plays

This one is considered a classic, but to be honest, I think there are much better examples of soul ballads from this period. I do understand its popularity, though.

9. Daddy’s Home — Jermaine Jackson Current Spotify stats: 2.156.029 plays

Too much cheesiness, even for this kind of love song.

10. Danny’s Song — Anne Murray Current Spotify stats: 17.183.148 plays

A typical 1970s country pop song. It’s almost great, but there’s something missing. The (very) Loggins lyrics are tolerable, but the melody needed more work.

[tobi-smp]

you want to see Real doomsday discourse?

"was tommy in the wrong or techno?" arguments completely overshadowed the fact that dream was intentionally manipulating every single party into doomsday, to the point that there are people who don't even realize that dream was actively manipulating techno and putting him at an intentional disadvantage while still using him as a human meat shield to absorb flack from new l'manberg

techno and tommy and tubbo and quackity all have agency and ultimately chose to make the choices that they did, but Also dream did all of that.

it's kind of ridiculous the sheer extent that people just refuse to point towards the main antagonist of the entire series as being at fault

[raticalshoez]

Funny observations (to me) that I noticed regarding the Life Series

Skizz is a naturally kind, trusting person who has faith in people, but doesn't ever let anyone treat him as a doormat or a pushover. Tango on the other hand is not a very trusting person who can easily pick out suspicious people, and is constantly on edge about who to trust, yet somehow is more likely to be a doormat or pushover than Skizz is???

Lizzie is the least whimsical woman (or rather, feminine presenting person) on this server. You may think that goes to Cleo for their sorta realist mindset and fear mongering status, or like Pearl because of her incredibly depressing lore, or Gem because she can be insane sometimes, but no it's Lizzie. All of them love cute things, but I think the other three fawn over cute things in endearing ways while Lizzie expresses her love very blunt and dry. In the best way possible, she is like the server's cranky old woman to me. Does anyone see my vision or do I sound insane.

People do not talk about or write enough about Jimmy's habit of talking real big and threatening things and sizing himself up to only immediately shoot himself down and run off terrified when challenged by something a bit too threatening or a bit too much for him to handle. It is one of my favorite character defining mannerisms of Jimmy because it's so funny to me. I love wholesome, golden retriever man, but he is also this and I don't see it nearly enough

In Secret Life, when Gem was giving Etho flack for not attacking Cleo during the boogeypocalypse, Bdubs immediately jumps in to defend him by saying "Well, I can't help but notice Scott's not dead yet either, Gem!" Like. Just a moment ago you were scolding him too. He cannot let Etho be in a negative situation for even one second....please get a grip girl he ain't devoted to you rn......you don't have to all that for him...

Etho gets called washed up the most in Limited Life and yet that is the season where he placed the highest and I think that is hilarious

[perenlop]

or the fuss around a companion getting a specific pokemon vs ash getting it. like its worth less if the companion gets it. like first off, i really cant tell the difference very often (unless we exclusively look at battles… which i dont think should define the whole character) and second, it feels so weirdly mean to the companions. like who cares

tbh i never understood why people wanted ash to have an eevee