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RESIDENT ALIEN (2021-)

References to Law & Order 1x01 || 1x04 || 2x01 || 2x04 || 2x10 || 3x03

[seraphtrevs]

The return of BCS color theory!

I've previously argued that Jimmy's color is all of them, and I stand by that. But out of all of them, yellow is the most prominent.

The two most obvious yellows associated with Jimmy are his iconic Esteem and the mug Kim gifted him, both of which have a touch of criminal red.

The Wexler/McGill logo is a mix of Jimmy's yellow and Kim's blue (notice how the office is mostly yellow, because this is Jimmy's dream, not hers.)

So why yellow? Well, it's loud, it's bright, it catches the eye. Jimmy loves to be noticed. But most importantly - it's not red or blue. It's the other primary color! Because in the beginning, Jimmy's not quite criminal red, and not quite lawful blue. He's in his own category.

In 1x01, there's yellow lighting in Jimmy's office (his attempt to play it straight), but there's also yellow when he reveals his Slippin' Jimmy past (notice the blues there, too, as his natural yellow crowds out his lawful aspirations).

What does it mean? I think it means that Jimmy's colorful approach to the law is not inherently criminal. If it was, he'd be red. The implication is that Jimmy could have made it as a legitimate lawyer while still being himself.

And to prove it, here are some shots from 1x05, when he visits Mrs. Strauss for the first time. Everything in her house is yellow - the walls, her furniture, even her teapot (although she herself is dressed in lawful blue.)

Jimmy the Elder Law Lawyer was perfectly in tune both with his natural colorful nature (his slippin' ways were what uncovered the financial abuse of the Sandpiper residents) and the law. He couldn't cut it in the stifling halls of HHM or Davis & Main. But he could have struck his own path and been happy. In a kinder universe, maybe he did. Alas. :(

[vanderdyks]

Resident Alien || 1x01

One of Harry's first genuine smiles is at Asta's laugh

[vaggieslefteye]

ANGEL DUST, Famous Porn Star | 1x01 - Overture

"Enjoy riveting conversation with our singular resident! Wow!!"

[whenmemorydies]

Another Storer/Calo musical deep cut:

Eddie Vedder, lead singer of Pearl Jam and the focus of so much of my adolescent thirst whose voice is featured all over The Bear’s soundtrack -

See: Vedder’s rapid-fire, gutteral one-two-three-four-five against one […] torture from you to me of PJ’s "Animal" over the end credits of 1x01 System or propelling the energy in Richie and Syd’s last ditch effort to save Friends and Family in 2x10 The Bear. See: Eddie (and Neil Finn) wailing And though we try to forget it, you will make me call your name, as I shout it to the blue, summer sky in "Throw Your Arms Around Me" over shots of Carmy making Syd's lamb ragu for Cl@ire while Syd undresses at home (this fucking show lmao) (also shout out to Melbourne/Naarm rock group Hunters & Collectors whose song Vedder and Finn covered). See: Eddie's yearning as he croons I've been planning out all that I'd say to you in PJ's "Come Back", as Carmy and Syd have metaphorical sex under a perfectly level table (shout out to @sydcarmyfan for that brilliant meta). See also: Vedder covering The English Beat's "Save It For Later" and singing, Save it for later, don't run away and let me down, you let me down in 3x02 Next while we see a litany of working class and racialised hospitality and food service workers gearing up for another work day in Chicago, just as Carmy is about to commence fucking over his working class and racialised crew at The Bear for the remainder of season 3 (this fucking show, gah) -

that Eddie Vedder, who is more commonly associated with Seattle and the grunge movement that was birthed there, was actually born in Evanston, Illinois: the same suburb of Chicago that its implied the Berzattos lived in (I say implied because its never explicitly stated on the show but we know that 2x06 Fishes was shot in Evanston). I always get a little chill up my spine when I come across connections like this on the show.

The Bear is such a love letter: to the food services industry, to film, to romance itself and almost certainly, to Chicago.

Author's note:

Enjoy this video of Eddie Vedder continuing to be a man after my own heart, talking about visiting his grandmother's old home in Evanston - a home he describes as the Sun that the rest of his family orbited around - which made me tear up because that's exactly how us grandkids felt about our Ammamma's apartment in Canada. Eddie talks about his grandmother having 6 kids and wishing he had bought the apartment to keep it like a time capsule, only to meet the current residents and changing his mind because it was a place full of "love and power and good vibes" that they took and also raised their 6 kids in. And all of this before launching into "Throw Your Arms Around Me" *sigh*

Its no secret that I love The Bear, but what I might love even more than the show itself are all the tangents, winding paths and deep cuts that it takes me to and which pull at my own memories and history. This art is so cathartic for so many reasons. And I doubt I'm the only one on here feeling that way.

[goodwhump-temp]

Rin Okumura Whump - Blue Exorcist

Yukio Okumura Whump Stupidity is contagious

Season 1 1x01 The Devil Resides in Human Souls - Bloody fist, face cut, held down 1x02 Gehenna Gate - Hunted, almost falls, trips, slapped, dragged, restrained, emotional 1x04 Garden of Amahara - Sobbing (reading Manga) 1x05 A Boy from the Cursed Temple - Flustered, chased, knocked down, almost bitten, almost shot inconspicuously 1x06 The Phantom Chef - Restrained multiple times, justified anger, dies (of horrible food), loopy, held, master chef battle against a pokemon, collapse, hurt feelings/crying, knocked back 1x07 A Flock of Plovers - Thrown, knocked down, choked 1x08 Now A Certain Man was Sick - Jumpscared, hits his head, slapped, dropped heavy rock on his foot, chased, thrown multiple times, knocked down 1x09 Memories - Targetted, hurt with holy water, squeezed, pain, stabbed, bleeding 1x10 Black Cat - Headbut, bloody nose 1x12 A Game of Tag - Smacked, knocked down, punched multiple times, feral, pinned, bloody face, knees collapse 1x13 Proof - Headlocked, sliced, impaled, bandaged, traumatic flashback 1x14 A Fun Camping Trip - Depressing high school flashbacks, panic, restrained 1x15 Act of Kindness - Knocked back, knocked to the ground, unconscious, reveals powers to friends, tail hurts, goes feral 1x16 The Wager - Feral, collapse, unconscious, targetted, imprisoned, nightmare of turning into a demon 1x17 Temptation - Moves while imprisoned, crystal prison broken, unconscious, squeezed, dazed, collapses unconscious, knife held to neck, confronted by ex-friends [insert season 2 here] 1x18 Hurricane - Face sliced, misunderstood, held at gunpoint, punched, stabbed, punched down, held by the head, exhausted 1x20 Mask - Targetted, sword to throat twice, held at gunpoint, shot with tranq, paralyzed, passes out, weak 1x21 The Secret Garden - Targetted, pinned to the ground, knocked down 1x22 Demon Hunting - Betrayed, held at gunpoint, thrown, unconscious, captured/imprisoned, chained as ritual sacrifice, extreme pain, bleeding 1x23 Truth - Bleeding profusely, extreme pain, unconscious, carried 1x24 Satan's Spawn - Punched, confronts Yukio, punched multiple times, bloody, weak, shot, collapse, bleeding profusely, emotional

Season 2: Kyoto Saga (This is loyal to the manga; when making season 1, the manga wasn't completed, so the studio came up with the rest)

2x01 Small Beginnings - Avoided, sad 2x02 Strange Bedfellows - Sad, not trusted, drunk, passed out/carried 2x03 Suspicion Will Raise Bogies - Hungover, tired as balls 2x04 Act of Treachery - Trying to prevent Bon from making the same mistakes as him and his father, emotional, leash tightened, pain, passes out 2x05 Mysterious Connections - Imprisoned 2x07 Like a Fire Burning Bright - Can't draw Kurakara (scared), no confidence, re-imprisoned, sentenced to death, friends worried, depressed, emotional x2 2x08 From Father to Son - Mental block 2x09 Through Thick and Thin - Mental block 2x10 Unbowed and Unbroken - Mental block broken, badass 2x11 Shine Bright as the Sun - Soloing the impure king, no confidence, emotional pain, badass, confronted by angry Yukio, punched, collapse, unconscious 2x12 Candid and Open - Flustered

[pll-reimagined]

Pretty Little Liars: reimAgined

1x01 – Chapter One: How It All Started [Part 1]

[CAST] THE LIARS: Alison DiLaurentis, Aria Montgomery, Emily Fields, Hanna Marin, Spencer Hastings SUPPORTING CHARACTERS: Ian Thomas, Melissa Hastings, Mona Vanderwaal RECURRING CHARACTERS: Chassey Bledsoe, Phi Templeton

[SCENE I]

Imagine it’s a few years ago, the summer between your freshman and sophomore year.

You’re bronzed from lying beside your rock-lined pool, lounging in your new Juicy sweats, iPod blasting “Yeah!” by Usher – life is good.  You’re eating your Cocoa Krispies, doused in skim milk, and you notice a girl’s face on the side of the carton.

MISSING.

You see the mischievous glint in her eyes and think to yourself, she’s cute – probably cuter than me.  You wonder how someone so… well, so much like yourself went missing.  How tragic.  You’d thought only runaway losers ended up on the sides of milk cartons.

Well, think again.

-  -  -  MAY 2004  -  -  -

That missing girl?  That was me, or rather, Alison DiLaurentis. 

Flawless.  Perfect.  Unbelievable – all words people used to describe me.  I could even make dorky mom jeans look like a perfect-fitting pair of Stella McCartneys that nobody could afford.  Boys wanted to have me, girls wanted to be me.  Nobody could help but fall victim to my charm.

Our story begins on a picturesque cul-de-sac in Rosewood, Pennsylvania, a small, too-perfect town about twenty miles outside of Philadelphia.  The skies were blue, the lawns were manicured, and the symmetrical picket fences were perfectly white – a model image of suburbia, right down to the dirty little secrets simmering just beneath the surface. 

“You guys!” I called, twirling across my front lawn as my honey-blonde mane flowed in the summer breeze like a shampoo ad.

Aria Montgomery, our resident free spirit, grabbed a stuffed pig from her sweater-knit tote bag and flopped facedown onto the lush grass, mumbling, “Delicious.”  Aria was always carrying around weird things – stuffed animals, random pages torn out of old novels, and postcards of places she’d never visited. 

Emily Fields climbed out of her mother’s Volvo wagon, pushing the door closed gently as she waved goodbye with a freckled hand.  “Are you smelling the grass?”  she asked. 

Emily had been a competitive swimmer since Tadpole League, and although she looked great in a Speedo, she never wore anything even remotely cute.  Her parents insisted that one should build character from the inside out; if you ask me, forcing Emily to hide her ‘IRISH GIRLS DO IT BETTER’ baby tee at the back of her underwear drawer is hardly character-enhancing.

Aria flipped onto her back, blowing her pink-striped hair out of her almond-shaped eyes.  “It smells good!  Like summer.”

Spencer Hastings slipped through a gap in the hedge separating our properties clutching a field hockey stick, dirty blonde hair slicked back into an athletic ponytail.  “What’d I miss?”

Spencer, Spencer, Spencer.  She’d been training relentlessly after missing the JV cut last fall – a spot that I’d snagged effortlessly – and we all knew that she’d been running solitary drills before we’d arrived.  Spencer hated it when anyone was better at anything than she was. 

Especially me.

A shout rang out.  Hanna Marin was scrambling out of her mom’s Mercedes, pudgy arms flailing wildly as she shouted, “Wait for me!”  As she stumbled over her tote bag, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.  Ever since Hanna’s parents’ divorce, she’d been steadily putting on weight, outgrowing most of her clothes.  We pretended not to notice; that’s just what best friends do.

Our group had bonded during the eighth grade, when our parents “voluntold” us to work Saturday afternoons at the Rosewood Day charity drive, except for Spencer, who’d volunteered herself.  By now, on the last day of the ninth grade, we were more than just best friends; we were the girls of Rosewood Day, and we’d worked hard to earn that.  Every sleepover, every field trip, every steamy note read over the PA system during homeroom – now a Rosewood Day legend – was meticulously planned.  We’d made ourselves unforgettable.

But everyone has things they’d rather forget.  For us, secrets were like blood oaths.  I always told my pretty little liars that sharing secrets would bond our best-friendship for eternity – “That’s what keeps us close.”

“I’m so glad this day is over.” I groaned, gently nudging Spencer back through the hedges. “Your barn.  Pronto.”

“I'm so glad the ninth grade is over,” Aria added as Emily and Hanna trailed behind us toward the renovated Hastings barn-turned-guesthouse.  Melissa Hastings, Spencer's older, prim and proper, excellent-at-everything older sister, had commandeered the space at the back of the property during her junior and senior years of high school; fortunately for us, she had just graduated and was headed to Prague for the summer, so it was all ours for the night.

From behind us, we heard a voice squeak, “Alison! Hey, Alison! Hey, Spencer!”  I glanced over my shoulder, smirked, and muttered “Not It.”

“Not It,” echoed Spencer, Emily and Aria.

Hanna frowned. “Shit.”

‘Not It’ was a game I’d lifted from my brother Jason’s playbook.  Jason and his friends would play it at parties when scoping out girls, and the punishment for being the last to call out ‘Not It’ was severe: you had to entertain the ugly girl for the night.  It essentially meant that, while everyone else got to hook up with her hot friends, you were just as lame and unattractive as she was. 

In my version, we said ‘Not It’ whenever there was anyone uncool, unfortunate, or undesirable in close proximity.

Today’s ‘Not It’ was reserved for ‘Loser Mona’ Vanderwaal – the bespectacled dork from down the street whose favorite pastime was trying to befriend myself and Spencer.  She was so lame that she’d hacked into the school’s computer system and then told the principal how to better secure it. 

Her two freaky friends, Chassey ‘Pigskin’ Bledsoe and Phi ‘Fo-Fum’ Templeton, weren’t much better, as Chassey was a religious nut that aspired to be a nun, and Phi couldn’t go anywhere without her yo-yo.  Need I say more?  The unholy trinity stood in the street, staring at us.  Mona was perched on her Razor scooter, Chassey was on a black mountain bike, and Phi was on foot – with her yo-yo, naturally.

“Do you guys want to come over and watch Fear Factor?” Mona called, smiling way too brightly.  “Ooh, sorry,” I simpered, “we’re kind of busy.”

Phi’s brows furrowed.  “Don’t you want to see when they eat the bugs?” 

“Gross!” Spencer whispered to Aria, who then started to eat invisible lice off of Hanna’s scalp like a monkey.  I tilted my head in faux disappointment.  “Yeah, I wish we could, but we’ve had this sleepover planned for a while now.  Maybe next time!” 

Mona gazed down at the sidewalk.  “Yeah, okay.”

“See ya!” I chirped as I opened Spencer’s back gate, rolling my eyes once we were out of view.  To our left was my neighboring backyard, where my parents were building a twenty-seat gazebo for their lavish outdoor picnics.  “Thank God the workers aren’t here,” I said, eyeing the construction site as we passed.  Emily shot me a concerned look.  “Have they been saying stuff to you?”

“Easy there, Killer,” I laughed.  Sometimes, we’d playfully call Emily ‘Killer,’ because she acted as my own personal pit bull.  Emily used to find it funny too, but lately, she hadn’t been laughing along.  “They’re just smelly, sweaty, and gross is all.”

The barn was just up ahead – a small, cozy guesthouse with a big window overlooking the Hastings’ lawn.  In Rosewood, you were more likely to live in a ten-room farmhouse with a mosaic-tiled pool and hot tub, like Spencer’s house, than in a prefab McMansion.  We had acres of lush pines, Colonial estates, and secrets as old as the Main Line itself.

As we neared the barn, the sound of giggles floated from within, followed by a muffled voice squealing, “I said stop it!”  Spencer rolled her eyes, groaning, “Oh God, what is she doing here?”  She kicked the door with the heel of her shoe to force it open, revealing Melissa and her tasty boyfriend, Ian Thomas, wrestling on the couch. The barn smelled faintly of moss and slightly burned popcorn. 

Melissa’s head snapped up.  “Spencer, what the fu–”  She stopped when she saw us and forced a smile.  “Oh, hey guys.”  We eyed Spencer.  Melissa had a friendly veneer, but Spencer had told us plenty about the venomous super-bitch that hid behind the perfect exterior.

Ian stretched as he stood up, flashing Spencer a lazy grin as he mussed his blonde curls.  “Hey.” 

Spencer perked up, trying to sound casual.  “Hi, Ian! I didn’t know you were here.”  Ian smiled flirtatiously.  “Sure, you did.  You were spying on us.”  A patch of red crept up Spencer’s neck.  Melissa cleared her throat, eyeing her sister with suspicion as she readjusted her long blonde hair and black silk headband.  “So, what’s up?”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt… It’s just…” Spencer stammered, “Well, we were supposed to have this place tonight.”  Ian playfully hit Spencer on the arm.  “I was just messing with you,” he teased.  Spencer beamed in spite of herself.  

“You know, Melissa,” I said, eyes twinkling mischievously, as I twisted my signature “A” ring around my pinky.  “I’ve never told you this, but I’ve always thought that you and Ian make the cutest couple.  Don’t you agree, Spence?”

Spencer’s face paled.  “Um…”

Melissa’s eyes narrowed, her scrutinizing gaze meeting mine before finally turning back to Ian.  “Can I talk to you outside?” she quipped.  Ian shrugged, downed the rest of his Corona, and offered a parting grin.  “Adieu, ladies.”  He winked and followed Melissa out, shutting the door behind him.

“Another problem solved by Ali D,” I said with a smirk as I crossed to the mini-fridge and grabbed a beer.  Ian would never know it was missing.  “Aren’t you going to thank me, Spence?”  Spencer didn’t answer, for she was too busy looking out the front window.  Lightning bugs had begun to light up the sky, and purplish clouds rolled ominously in the distance.

Hanna walked over to the abandoned popcorn bowl and absent-mindedly took a big handful.  “Ian is so hot.  He’s like, hotter than Sean.”  Sean Ackard was one of the cutest guys in our grade, and the subject of Hanna’s constant fantasies.

“You know what I heard?” I asked, nonchalantly sitting down on the couch.  “Sean really likes girls who have good appetites.”  Hanna brightened.  “Really?”

“No.” I snorted.

Hanna dejectedly dropped the handful of popcorn back into the bowl.

“So, girls,” I said.  “I know the perfect thing to do tonight to kick off the summer.”

“I hope we’re not streaking again.”  Emily giggled.  A month prior, the five of us had run through a nearby barren cornfield without a lick on – except for Hanna, who’d refused to strip down to less than her undershirt and day-of-the-week panties.

“I think you liked that a little too much, Em,” I murmured.  The smile faded from Emily’s lips.  “But no, I have something even better planned.  I’ve been saving this for the last day of school: I learned how to hypnotize people.”

“Hypnotize,” Spencer repeated, skeptically.

“Mhm!  Iris taught me,” I answered.  Iris Taylor was one of the older field hockey girls that I’d been hanging out with, and Jason’s current girlfriend.

The energy in the room wilted, as the other four girls secretly shared the fear that I might replace them with my newer, cooler friend.  Hanna, fearing her position the most, piped up, “How do you do it?”

I shrugged.  “Sorry, she swore me to secrecy.  Wanna see if it works?”

Aria frowned, taking a seat on a lavender floor pillow.  “I don’t know…”

I felt a quick surge of rage.  “Why not?  Scared that you might tell us all your secrets?”  My eyes flickered to the stuffed pig resting on her lap.  “And why do you still bring that thing everywhere?”  I said, pointing at it.

Aria crossed her arms defensively around the pig.  “My dad got me Pigtunia in Germany.  She advises me on my love life.”  The girls giggled.

“Why do you want to carry around something your dad gave you?” I snickered, meanly.

“It’s not funny,” Aria snapped, whipping her head around.

The room went silent, and the girls looked at one another awkwardly.  You could cut the tension with a knife, but nobody dared move a muscle.  This had been happening a lot lately – I would mention something, someone else got upset, and the rest were too shy to ask what was going on.

Spencer broke the silence.  “I think being hypnotized sounds kind of sketch.”

“You don’t know anything about it,” I said quickly.  “C’mon.  I can do you all at once,” clapping my hands.

The girls exchanged nervous looks.  I was always coming up with stuff for us to try, like smoking dandelion seeds to see if we’d hallucinate or swimming in Pecks Pond, even though a dead body had once been found there.  The thing was… they often didn’t want to do the things that I made them do.  They loved being my friend and the status that came with being included, but that label came at a high cost.  Sometimes in my presence, they didn’t feel real, exactly.  They felt like… plastic dolls, with me carefully arranging their every pose.

“Please?”  I bat my eyelashes.  “Emily, you want to do it, right?”

“I’ll do it!” Hanna butted in.

“Me too,” Emily said quickly after.

Spencer and Aria reluctantly nodded.  Satisfied, I shut off all the lights and lit several vanilla-scented votive candles that were on the coffee table.  I stood back, and softly said, “Okay everyone, arrange yourselves around me, think calm thoughts, and relax.  I’m going to count down from ten, and as soon as I touch your forehead, you’ll be in my power.”

“Spooky.” Emily laughed shakily.  The flickering candlelight cast shadows along the walls of the barn as the girls followed my direction, while I hummed ambiently.

“Ten…” I began, “Nine…”

Eight…

Emily’s heartbeat slowed.

Seven…

Hanna’s breathing evened.

Six…

Aria shifted uncomfortably, twitching her foot.

Five…

Spencer uncrossed her legs.

Four…

I pressed my thumb to Emily’s forehead.

Three…

I touched Hanna’s forehead. 

Two…

I touched Aria’s forehead and turned to Spencer.

“One.”

When Aria opened her eyes, she saw Hanna and Emily sitting stoically on the carpet.  The barn was quiet and dark; the door was wide open, a wind howled through the outside trees, and the vanilla-scented candles had gone out.  Spencer and Alison were nowhere to be seen.  “Guys?” she whispered.

No answer.

Aria moved out to the porch, pulling her arms around herself to brace against the wind that carried a scent of rain and something faintly metallic.  “Ali?  Spencer?” she called.  Inside, Hanna and Emily rubbed their eyes.  “I just had the weirdest dream,” Emily said.  “Ali fell down this really deep well.  She was stuck at the bottom with no way up, and I couldn’t reach her.”

Hanna gasped.  “That was my dream too!  Well, sorta.  There was this big plant in mine, like a Venus Flytrap, that grabbed hold of her and wouldn’t let her go.”

“Woah,” Emily whispered.  They stared at each other, eyes wide.

At that point, Aria spotted Spencer approaching from the nearby brick path that trailed into the woods, looking very pale.  “Spencer!  Where’s Ali?” she rang out.  Hanna and Emily scrambled up to join her.

“I don’t know,” Spencer whispered, “I thought… I don’t know.”

The girls were silent; the only sounds were the tree branches smacking against the glass windowpanes and the roof creaking in the wind.

Just like that, the summer that the girls had planned to spend flirting with boys at pool parties and shopping all day at the King James Mall had been shattered.  It was instead spent in a police station answering questions or sitting alone and bleary-eyed in a canopied bed, staring blankly at photo-covered walls.

The same thoughts haunted all four of them, but there wasn’t anything left to say to one another.

The summer faded into winter, which then melted into summer again.  Still no Alison.  I was gone, not a single golden hair to be found.

Eventually, the girls found a twisted sense of relief in my absence – sure, they missed me, but they were also afraid of me.  You see, I knew more about them than anyone else did, maybe even more than they knew themselves.  The good, the bad, and especially the ugly.  They each felt horrible for thinking so, but… if I was gone, their secrets were safe.

Because two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.

Right?

[jackharkness]

2024 in gifs ♡

post your favorite and most popular post from each month this year (it’s okay to skip months)

I was tagged by the amazing @mikelogan (sorry it took me so long to do this) 💝 this made me realize that i haven't made as many gifsets as i would have liked, so i really hope i can do better this year! ✨

January favorite: fellow travelers most popular: Becket February favorite: this lestat gifset [just because i thought i did a good job with the coloring but now i realize that maybe i need to improve :( ] most popular: white collar 1x01 March favorite: in the flesh 1x01 [i watched this show for the first time in march and i was hooked from the start] most popular: blade runner April favorite: this kieren+simon gifset and this resident alien blorbo set! [I love them both and i'm so happy with how they turned out!] most popular: in the flesh monologue May favorite: this torchwood set [because i love my baby jack] most popular: YOU BOTH FUCKED LESTAT?! June favorite: Nothing but thieves + Lestat most popular: wwdits 1x01 [I still don't know how this got so many notes] July favorite: robert redford in all the president's men most popular: moments before disaster + iwtv August favorite: darien fawkes + i bet on losing dogs [this is maybe the gifset i'm most proud of. It was so difficult to make because of the show's quality, but i think it turned out pretty] most popular: back to the future September favorite: they're all meh. This was not a good month :( most popular: white collar 2x13 October favorite: pulaski at night + iwtv most popular: frodo in lotr November favorite: Becket most popular: good omens 1x02 December favorite: // most popular: // [i made only one gifset because i was very busy in december so i'll skip it]

thank you again for tagging me! And I promise that next time I won't be so late! I tag, if you haven't done it already (no pressure) @samwwise, @leotanaka, @kinnsporsche, @hexcoreviktor, @bo-kryzze

[residentaliengif]

I am smarter than you. What are you, 12? Don’t feel bad. It’s just a fact. Once you accept it, you will stop fighting me. You want facts? Okay, I’ll give you two.

Resident Alien 1x01 Pilot

[kiddbegins]

w: Okay get off the gurney, Doc. I’m senior resident in this ER. c: Yeah, well I’m your new trauma fellow.

WILL HALSTEAD in every episode | 1x01 - derailed

[purpleplaid17]

Jess Watches // Fri 30 Aug // Day 337 Synopses & Favourite Scenes & Poll

We Might Regret This 1x01

Tetraplegic artist Freya and straight-laced lawyer Abe's whirlwind romance tackles the realities of dating with a disability, with personal assistants ever-present during intimate moments.

Yay, for authentic disability rep! Also, can Ty come be my carer. She was kind and not afraid to ask personal questions. They were unnecessarily mean to her. Maybe Jo can take her on a date to make it up to her.

The Resident (with mum) 3x17 Doll E. Wood

A renowned pediatric surgeon is called over to Chastain for an extremely difficult surgery on a newborn. Meanwhile, a Dolly Parton drag queen is admitted to the ER after collapsing on stage. Also, Nic and Conrad suspect their patient may be the victim of sex trafficking and Nadine delivers some surprising news to Devon.

The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.

We cannot direct the wind, but we can adjust the sails.

If you don't like the road you're walking, start paving another one.

Loudermilk (with mum) 2x02 Cruel to Be Kind

The group deals with the struggles of staying sober.

🎯

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (rw) 4x05 Beer Bad

Xander finds employment as a bartender at a pub where some of Buffy's friends turn into terrifying Cro-Magnon creatures.

IMDB: This plot was written with the plan to take advantage of funds from the Office of National Drug Control Policy available to shows that promoted an anti-drug message. Funding was rejected because "[d]rugs were an issue, but … [it] was otherworldly nonsense, very abstract and not like real-life kids taking drugs. Viewers wouldn't make the link to [the ONDCP's] message."

Also, IMDB: This episode earned a Primetime Emmy Award nomination in 2000 for Outstanding Hairstyling for a Series.

[therearefourhosts]

I just watched Resident Alien 1x01 "Pilot"

[tolum]

I just watched Resident Alien 1x01 "Pilot"

[karrock]

I'm watching Resident Alien 1x01 "Pilot"