24 hour show

why did i spend time on this  a word cloud of every key word the twelfth doctor has said - from ‘the time of the doctor’ to ‘the return of doctor mysterio’ (including class because how could i not). long story short, his catchphrase is clara (the larger the word the more it was said)

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there’s a good reason these tables are numbered honey, you just haven’t thought of it yet // panic! at the disco

This reminds me when Pepe escaped before. The 1st thing I did back then was printing lots of posters of him with money reward more than his value in the market. Within 24 hours, people showed up knocking my door and one of them was holding him. If you really want your lost bird back, this is the fastest and safe way to get him returned. Otherwise people who catch him will most likely sell him or keep him. Time is crucial when a bird is lost, because he can die starving, dehydrated, getting attacked by predators, etc. Without $$$ offering, no one will be motivated enough to look around and help you find the bird. Just saying. :) Don’t forget to reblog this post, Folk!

The Truman Show is set in a far-out alternate reality where humans are capable of watching Jim Carrey for more than two hours at a time. In fact, aside from a small group of protestors, everyone in this world loves the titular 24-hour reality TV show. People get together in bars to watch Truman floss his teeth or take a crap like it’s the World Series.

So … what other versions of The Truman Show are out there? Because there have to be shameless copies; that’s just how reality television works. We also know they have to be super fucked up – they can’t be other versions of “dim-witted man lives in innocent fishing village” because, well, viewers could just watch the original for that. You’d, therefore, end up with wall-to-wall versions of whatever dark and twisted fantasy manifested itself in the heads of ABC or FOX or, god forbid, the CW. A version set in the Stone Age featuring animatronic dinosaurs and real tigers? A post-apocalyptic war zone where survival depends on dodging missile-firing drones and catching the most nutritious cockroaches? A real-life version of 30 Rock’s “MILF Island”? Sold, sold, and ewwww. But also sold.

And then there’s the psychological effect of living in a world where it’s possible for a company to broadcast a person’s entire life without them ever knowing it. You’d be constantly debating the nature of your reality.

6 WTF Scenes That 100% Happened Off-Screen In Big Movies

It hasn’t even been 24-hours since this show was announced and I’m already in a Facebook discussion where I, as a mixed-race Jewish person, am having to explain, along with a Black woman from the South, why this Confederacy show is such a terrible idea to a bunch of idiot white people.

I said it would humanize slave owners and white supremacists and somebody said “Isn’t that part of the point though? That nobody is wholly good or wholly bad, and our perception of them is in part dictated by our own morality?”

NO DIANE IT’S FUCKING NOT

why p101 season 2 is worse than the first one

one of the things i like the most in p101 is seeing the friendships between the participants bloom. lighthearted moments between them are my fave. tbh produce 101 s2 has been really bad compared to the 1st season. not because the trainees are worse but mainly bcs of how much shit mnet is trying to stir this time around. you can see how it mentally breaks the participants (daehwi and hyunbin are the best examples). you can literally see the happiest and most passionate people crumble under all the hate they’re getting. stop hating on the participants please. we only see the exact few snipplets mnet chose to show us out of the time they spend there. they could be practising 23 hours out of 24 hours. if mnet only shows you that one hour where they took a break you wouldnt even know and call them lazy. thats how powerful editing is.

Black sails 4.07 French promo

In France we have a TV channel that broadcasts  American show 24 hours later. So I reviewed Black Sails 4x06. At the end of each episode there is always the promo of the next episode with more image than the American promo. Here what I saw 

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Billy will team up with Rogers. We see him in discussion with Rogers. He says something like  both were abandoned by their friends.

He captured Madi and wants a  revenge

As some of you have thought, maybe they will use Madi to get the treasure. We can see in the promo British soldiers giving an envelope to Kofi

Rogers thinks Eleanor has betrayed him. This guy still a asshole

We can also see Madi’s mother alone maybe in Madi’s room with an object in her hands belonging to her daughter. Silver joined her and he told that her daughter was brave.

[MOD POST] Darcyland Sockpuppet Troll

Hi everyone! As you will see, the post is a serious one about something that actually had a lot of impact, negative ones on our fandom. I have been contacted by good people from inside Darcyland, people I trust,  who took the time and energy to investigate a case of the sockpuppet troll.

I have copied and paste all of the work they’ve done and compiled into a clear post.

I can only urge everyone to share and reblog this post because, as you will see, this person still do the same thing in others, small fandoms.

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can we appreciate how fucking awesome the bold type is for a minute because omg the girls go through such relatable issues and difficulties in each episode and most of the time the episode ends well for them but they aren’t far-fetched miracle kinds of resolutions. they are smart and inspiring ones where it shows that if you do the right thing, if you stand up for yourself, and if you fight for you and your friends and have each others’ backs then you can save the day

like I just think that is awesome and good and I am so happy that this show is being made

The night we met

I have been obsessed with the song “The night we met” by Lord Huron for the past few days. It inspired me to write this “little” fic about our wonderful blue boy, Ethan. 

I would recommend that you listen to the song when it’s mentioned in the text, I think that would help settle the mood. Here’s a link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtlgYxa6BMU

tags: @justwritingscibbles

notes: the segment between “~~~” is a happening in the past, just so we’re clear

Enjoy! 

Originally posted by allthewaytovictorytown

You didn’t really know why Mark had invited you to a talent show. Of all things he could invite you to, it had to be a talent show. You could’ve gone to the cinema, or maybe go for a walk with Chica in the park. But no. It had to be a talent show. It took a lot of persuasion from Mark’s side to get you to come.

~~~

“Come on, (Y/N). You’ve been locked up in your apartment ever since you and Ethan broke up; it’s time you did something!” Mark had exclaimed.

“I have done things!” You said defensively. Mark looked at you as if you were an idiot.

“(Y/N), watching five seasons of My little pony in one day is not ‘doing things’.”

You crossed your arms and looked away. “It was only three seasons.”

“Only,” Mark made air quotations. “Those three seasons take about 24 hours; you spent 24 hours watching a show about ponies! It’s ridiculous!” He threw his hands up in the air, trying to show his frustration. You still just sat on your sofa, not looking very impressed.

“If you want me to come to the stupid talent show, then making fun of me will not persuade me to come.” Mark sighed as he sat down beside you, looking at you seriously.

“(Y/N), I know these past months have been really hard on you. Believe me; it’s been hard for us too. We miss you a lot, and it would be nice to hang out again. I just think it would do you good to go out. I still care a lot about you, and seeing you in this shell just breaks my heart. Please, come out with us. Ethan won’t even be there, just Amy, Kathryn, Tyler, me and you.” He took your hand and stroked it, and your lips twitched into a small smile. It felt nice to have someone care.

“Yeah okay, I’ll come.”

~~~

You still didn’t know why you’d say yes. You still didn’t know why you were at the talent show. If you asked any of the guys, they’d just answer “talent shows are fun!” That’s a fair point, you thought, but you had never seen any of them enter a talent show in the five years you’ve known them. As the show progressed, the gang seemed to get more stressed, Mark especially. He was biting his thumb excessively, as if he hadn’t eaten for a couple of days. Their strange behaviour made you extremely sceptical.

“Now for our last performance, we have Ethan Nestor with ‘The night we met” by Lord Huron!” Your blood froze. No. Without realizing, you stood up, ready to leave. Mark grabbed your hand, and you glared at him. He told you Ethan wouldn’t be here.

“(Y/N), please,” you yanked your hand away and headed for the exit. Mark tried to stand up and calling after you without making a huge scene, but Tyler pulled him down before he could do anything stupid. As you excused your way out of the row you were sitting in, you could feel eyes burn in your skull. It felt awkward and rude to just stand up and leave, but right now, you couldn’t handle seeing Ethan. It had been three months since you last saw him, and just thinking about him made your heart ache. When you finally got to the door, you caught a little glimpse of Ethan. You stopped for a moment, actually looking at him. He looked the same, yet so different. The light in his eyes were gone, and he seemed so… stiff. It seemed like he was drained for energy, and his blue hair seemed so flat compared to before. His eyes caught yours for a split second, and for that single split second, you could see nothing but pain. As you tore your gaze away from him, you grabbed the door handle, ready to leave.

But, you couldn’t.

It was like a force pulling you back. You just couldn’t leave. Even with your hand resting on the handle, it seemed like your body had frozen and would not pull it down. So there you stood, lingering in front of the door, unable to move. You could hear the sound of Ethan speaking into the microphone, but there were only sounds. No words, no sentences, only sounds. Your brain had completely zoned out, trying to shut you off from the world. It felt as if you were in a small barrier, protecting you from the outer world. Even though you couldn’t understand what Ethan was saying, it was still his voice. It was still his voice, and you could feel knives stabbing at your chest just listening to it.

And suddenly, your barrier shattered, and all the sounds became clear as day. He wasn’t talking anymore, but he was playing on a guitar. It surprised you, because you didn’t know Ethan could play the guitar. You knew he played ukulele, but he never told you he could play the guitar. Then you realized, you hadn’t talked for three months, a lot had probably changed in that time.

              I am not the only traveller

              Who has not repaid his debt

              I’ve been searching for a trail to follow again

              Take me back to the night we met

As he started singing, you looked up at him again, and he were still staring at you. For some reason, you didn’t look away.

              And then I can tell myself

              What the hell I’m supposed to do

              And then I can tell myself

              Not to ride along with you

Suddenly it all became clear to you. This song was meant for you, and that’s why Mark had dragged you to the talent show. It was so that you could hear this.

              I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you

              Take me back to the night we met

              I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you

              Oh take me back to the night we met  

Ethan poured all of this emotions into this song, you could see it. You could see it through his body language, the way he sang, and the way he looked at you. And you started remembering the night you had met. All the laughter, the smiling, how you and Ethan both fell asleep at Mark’s place because you talked for so long. But you also remember the last night you were together, how you fought for hours, screaming, shouting, crying. You couldn’t even remember what you had fought about, but it had been the reason for you breaking up. But if you couldn’t remember it now, was it really worth breaking up over? If it had really been that important, then you would have remembered it.

              When the night was full of terror

              And your eyes filled with tears

              When you had not touched me yet

              Oh take me back to the night we met

You realized how much you had missed him. How you had missed his hugs, the long talks, the long nights, his sweet kisses. And you realized how this song was a wish from Ethan, for you to go back to how you were initially. How you never left his mind, even after all this time. And you realized that this is how you felt too. Even if you wanted to deny it, Ethan never left your thoughts.

              I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you

              Take me back to the night we met

              I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you

              Take me back to the night we met

He lingered on the last note, and as the audience started applauding, you found yourself unsure of what to do. Should you leave, or should you stay? Memories started flooding your brain, both good and bad. But without thinking, you walked out of the room. It seemed like your body had a mind of its own this day. Even when you started feeling that you wanted to stay, you just kept walking towards the exit.

“(Y/N).”

You stopped in your tracks, and turned around. There stood Ethan, his eyes rimmed with tears. And you just stood there, looking at him. It felt as if you were just seeing each other for the first time, unsure of what to say, what to do. It was so overwhelming, finally seeing him again after all these months. Your eyes filled up with tears, and you could feel them run down your cheeks. Ethan quickly walked up to you, and a little hesitant, he pulled you into a hug. It had been so long since you were in his arms, and a feeling of safety washed over you. He pulled away, and just looked you in the eyes, drying your tears.

“(Y/N)… I don’t really know what to say. These three months without you have been the three worst months in my life. I just… I just miss you so much, and I know our relationship wasn’t perfect, but I think that we could work it out. All those stupid fights didn’t really matter, I see it now. What I really want is for you to be back in my life again, (Y/N). So I guess that’s what I’m asking… if you want to give it another shot?” He couldn’t maintain eye contact with you. He seemed so insecure, so uncertain. You gently moved a piece of his hair away from his eyes, so he looked at you again. You smiled at him, now wholly certain of what to do.

“Yes, I want to give us another shot.”

Ethan lit up, and he almost lifted you up from the ground as he laughed wildly, raising his hands up in the air. He cupped your face, taking you all in. For a moment, you just stared at each other, and you couldn’t help but feeling so happy for finally being with him again.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

You chuckled and threw your arms around his neck. “Of course, you idiot.”

And the kiss was sweet.

It was so, so sweet.