“Babe, are you watching an adult movie? *looks at him and sees that it has finally got to the steamy part*”
“Yes… *slightly embarrassed but looks back at the tv and watches the steamy part* do want to watch it with me? It’s getting really intense now.”
“*shy, embarrassed, laughing his heart out; voice cracks* bAbe… it’s not what you think…. *turning red* you just came in when it got the you know… *blushing blushing laughing; voice cracks again* And.. yeah, it’s an adult movie… for adults like me.”
“Okay… *looks at him and decides to watch it with him*”
“Minhyuk… are you watching an adult movie.. with a lot of those kinds of scene? *points at the tv while looking at Minhyuk, who looked unfazed with your question*”
“Yeah. It’s really nice, the plot is amazing and these scenes are really you know *winks at you* come here, and watch it with me. *pulls you towards him and makes you sit on his lap*”
“Well, yeah, I’m watching this adult movie… and yeah… *looks at you like the one in the gif; thinks whether if it’s bad for him to watch an adult movie or something* There’s a lot of bed scenes and… yeah, do you want to watch it with me? Like, there’s nothing wrong with it.”
“Alright, sure. *sits beside him and he wraps and arm around you and transfers his attention back to the bed scene but kind of feels slightly aroused idk*”
“I thought you don’t watch adult movies? *looks at him and sees that look on the gif*”
“I really don’t… there are… adult scenes tho… and…. *puckers his lips and rocks his chair, thinking of possible excuses* Yeah… Wonho hyung actually made me watch it and I thought it was some…. movie.”
“Baby, is that an adult movie that you’re watching?”
“Uhh……. Yeah, why? *looks at you and sees your blushing cheeks* Do you want to watch it with me… since I think you might need a little help there.”
“Changkyun, is that an– *sees the tv turned off* adult movie? *looks at changkyun with a pursed lip*”
“What are you talking about baby? Adult movie? *does that thing on the gif and acts like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about* Pfft, you must be seeing things.. C’mere, do you want to watch some Moana?”
To all the commenters out there saying "Dear White People" is "race-baiting", did you watch an entire episode? These are black *kids* trying to make their way in a white-run society. Kids aren't perfect. The show depicts college kids struggling with the very real problems of racism on their fictional campus. It's supposed to wake you up, not put you to sleep. Ya choads.
I’ll stop you at the top: those racists didn’t even watch part of an episode. They got mad at a title.
I’m that type of friend who REALLY get’s into a show so after watching the part 2 finale of THE GET DOWN (already knowing that the show got cancelled while watching episode 4 of part 2) the first thing that pass thru my mind was ‘oh well back to the real world’’ and no i don’t mean like ‘oh is not the 70′s anymore’ but more like I’M BACK TO WATCHING THE SAME TYPICAL WHITE LEAD SHOWS i’m not saying i hate white people but damm if this tipe of shit doesn’t let you know the kind the world that we live in then i don’t know what will, this is coming from someone who’s some of my favorite shows are Friday Night Lights,Sons of Anarchy,Vikings,Game of Thrones,Dear White People,Daredevil,Luke Cage,Narcos,Shameless,Bloodline,Parks and Recreation and it’s always sunny in philadelphia just to mention a few.
You know the world is fuck up for minority’s when you have to write about shit like this….
Mochi finds Arme swimming at around Hamel Oceans, but he doesn’t get close to him since he wanted to watch him. It was a magnificent sight to Mochi since he had never since a mermaid in his life before.
Arme seems to notice a human male sitting on the shores, watching him. The worst part about it was that he comes here every single day and it makes Arme feel very uncomfortable, but the human’s presence was comforting in a way that he never expected it to be.
Mochi decides to walk by the oceans one day, hoping that he would meet with the merman that he always watches on shore. He is careful enough not to get himself drifted away by the current as he walked around, waiting for the merman to come closer to him.
When Arme swims close, Mochi doesn’t touch him. He gives Arme some time to be closer to him. Arme gets angry when Mochi talks to him, but quickly becomes used to Mochi being around him. They tell each other tales of how it is like being on land or being in the ocean.
okay so here’s the deal, my very insecure ass wants to ask a question.
As i’m watching the clips i usually tend to translate some parts while watching, parts I feel is important or parts I like, want everyone to understand immediately. But the thing is that i’m just swedish, i’m not norwegian, which means I MAY get stuff wrong or miss some important underlying meaning, and so on. The quick sloppy translations I make cannot even compare to the offical translations by norwegians in this fandom. And idk i’m insecure and i’m wondering if i’m gonna continue doing it? I feel like we’ll maybe get .. information.. in tomorrows clip? And I tend to get so full of adrenaline by important conversations and idk i’m always scared of translating wrong, but also I so so much want to share with you guys what I can understand from the clips AS we’re all watching, and waiting for the amazing people to do the official transcript. So idk my question is should I keep on doing it?
I'm kinda new to the fandom, so I haven't been around for many cons. So I hate to be that person, but is Nesnej like drunk Jensen?
Hey! No that’s totally okay, no need to feel badly about it, we all start somewhere :) But yeah, it came up at seacon in the gold panel. You can watch that part here, where Jared explains how Jensen’s alter ego is Nesnej when he’s had one too many whiskeys lmao
Last movie I watched: I don’t watch movies often so I honestly don’t remember. I guess I watched Natsume watch part of Natori’s latest movie… XD Last song I listened to: Kimi no Kakera, you know the one. Last book I read: Not really a “book,” but the official Natsume gag manga, “Nyanko-Sensei ga Iku!” which I LOVE. Matoba is in it more than I expected and he’s so cute and funny! X’3 Last thing I ate: I’m actually eating cake now, because my diet is as sinful as my taste in ships. Where would you want to time travel to?: To the future, whenever the next Matoba chapter/episode is. Fictional character I would hang out with for a day: Naganohara Mio from Nichijou, so she could teach me how to draw MatoNatsu BL doujinshi… XD If I could be anywhere right now, where would I be?: At the snack table at Matoba’s exorcist party in S5, hoping Natsume comes over to touch my face. Current fandom obsession: Natsume’s Book of Boyfriends Friends.
I forgot to do this until I saw @raichana do it! XD But it was fun! I have never been tagged in this kind of thing before and so I was ridiculously happy when I was tagged. Thank you renkocchi! I tag @hakuzo-k, @drabblesetc, @leamori and @billowingwaves, but no pressure if you’re not into this kind of thing. X’3
i was thinking about getting into jojo so i went on wiki n read the plot n now im. very confused. would u recommend it? like is the writing actually good even though the plot is (forgive me) bizarre?
hm uhhhh. hm. the writing isnt really… “good” per say, its appeal is more the characters and how wild it is, and it does get genuinely emotionally investing, especially later on. i really love it but its kind of something where you either like it or you dont, bc it is LONG and all 7 completed parts take ages to read.
id recommend Watching parts 1+2 (just so its less time consuming) and starting 3 before deciding whether or not to continue. or at least just get thru part 1.
a lot of people get bored and quit at part 1 the first time around, and it’s pretty different than the rest of the series. it really starts to hit its stride in part 2 and 3 so id watch that much before deciding.
I'm going through a real rough patch and if you want to write something cheerful you have no idea how grateful I'd be.
Flash sidled up to Superman on one of the Watchtower’s mezzanines, leaning against a rail. They looked at each other sidelong, then away.
“Wanna hear my new time?” Flash asked sideways, swaying as he alternated which foot held his weight, hands on his hips.
“There’s no way you beat my time,” Superman muttered, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were in the other direction, and both men went silent as the Lanterns walked too close. Superman and Flash gave them a nod of acknowledgment, then waited for them to be at a safe distance.
“What!” Superman dropped his arms, whipped his head around to where Flash was grinning and bouncing on his heels. “No way.”
“Flat,” Flash said.
“There’s no way.”
“Check my heartbeat if you don’t believe me,” Flash said, tapping his insignia with his thumb. Then he frowned. “Actually, don’t, I’m pretty excited about this so my pulse is probably crazy.”
His heart always sounded like an angry hummingbird trapped between his lungs, but Barry was also a notoriously terrible liar, so it wasn’t as relevant as it could have been.
“Dangit,” Superman said, crossing his arms again. He leaned back to scope out the area around them. No one seemed to be paying them much mind. “What time?”
“Eleven on a Saturday,” Flash said, looking even more smug. “You know I don’t mess around.”
“Tch!” Superman made an irritated sound, licking his canines. Then he snapped his fingers. “You forgot about–”
“Nnnope,” Flash interrupted. “I’m including the new ones in that, that’s the whole reason we had to reset our times, otherwise I’d still be at seven-point-four.”
“Tch.” Superman drummed his fingers against his bicep. “Nine seconds,” he repeated, torn between irritation and awe.
“You know what that means,” Flash said, waggling his eyebrows.
Superman sighed. “Alright, where are we going?”
“I want soup.”
“Uh-huh.” Superman waited. Flash was waiting for him to ask. Superman was not going to give him the satisfaction.
“… in Saigon.”
“You’ve been watching Bourdain again,” Superman accused.
“It looked like really good soup!” Flash said, defensive.
“Fine,” Superman said, “but I am going to beat your time, and when I do–”
“Beat what, now?” Wonder Woman asked, having managed to approach them while they were distracted by negotiations.
“Nothing!” Flash and Superman said at once.
“We were just talking,” Superman said.
“About stuff,” Flash added unnecessarily. “Private, personal, man stuff.”
Wonder Woman’s eyebrows shot up. She was close enough for her lariat to hum on her hip. She looked Flash over. Flash started to turn red.
“Okay bye!” Flash said, and he was gone in a streak of red.
“Superman?” Wonder Woman asked.
“I should, uh. Hal…”
He wasn’t actually making any definitive statements, just stringing words together, and yet somehow it still managed to ring false. She watched him go, putting her hands on her hips.
She could practically sense it when Batman came up beside her, even quiet as he was.
“Do you want to know what they were talking about.”
“Do you know?” she wondered. He said nothing, so she turned to look at his face. It was as expressionless as ever, but she got the impression that he did not consider the question worthy of dignifying with a response.
He was Batman. He would never be so rude as to say ‘of course’ – but of course he knew.
“I wouldn’t want to invade his privacy,” Wonder Woman said cautiously.
“He’d tell you if you really asked,” Batman said. “They just like feeling like they have a special thing.”
“I see.” She tapped on her lower lip as she watched Superman talk to one of the Green Lanterns. “So what’s the special thing?”
“Pick me up in the plane on Saturday and I can show you.”
She froze. Slowly, she turned to look at him. As always, being able to see him helped not at all. “Like a date?” she asked.
The corner of his mouth twitched. “More like a stakeout.”
“That could be like a date.” She was mostly saying it to tease him. Sometimes if she did it right, he turned pink and had to find a shadow to hide in.
“It’s usually not.”
“I’m usually with the kids.”
“Oh!” Her eyes widened. “I didn’t mean–”
She put her hand out to rest on his shoulder. “I would never imply–”
She took her hand back. “I’ll behave,” she assured him.
“You don’t have to,” he said, and she grinned.
“I’ll pick you up at ten,” she said, and she gave him an exaggerated wink as she walked away.
“It’s a date,” he murmured.
“Why,” Wonder Woman asked, “are we in Florida?”
Batman was sitting beside her, and the plane was in a low hover. “Because as far as anyone can tell, this is the single biggest and busiest Walmart in the world.”
“I don’t think that explains as much as you think it does,” she said.
Batman held up a phone. A clock took up most of the screen. 10:59. “Watch,” he said, and he pointed out to the parking lot, vast and terrifying and teeming with people. She watched, and she had no idea how she was supposed to see anything in the crowd.
Finally, she spotted it. The motion too quick to be anything mortal. Would anyone on the ground notice anything more than a strong breeze?
“Oh! It’s the–” She snapped her fingers, couldn’t remember the word.
“Carts,” Batman supplied.
In almost no time at all, every cart in the parking lot had been returned to one of the designated corrals. Batman pointed to something that he must have been using technology in his mask to see, because otherwise his eyes should not have been good enough. Wonder Woman was much better equipped to see Superman, standing beneath a tree and checking a stopwatch and scowling. He did some kind of motion with his arms and one leg that suggested he’d have thrown his hat to the ground, if he’d been wearing one.
“They introduced new carts,” Batman explained. “They don’t fit with the other ones, so it slows them down. Ruined their whole system.”
“They had a system?” she asked, giggling.
“No, here,” he said, tapping her arm to point again. “This is the best part. He’s frustrated.”
“That’s the best part?”
“Watch what he does.”
She watched. Superman was gone again, more impossible-to-follow motion through the crowd. Things were moving. Large things.
“He’s fixing the cars!” she said, clapping her hands together.
“He’s fixing bad parking jobs,” Batman confirmed. “Because he’s mad.” There was a brief crooked curve to his mouth.
“He moved that one to a different space!”
“Illegally parked in a handicapped spot.”
“How fun.” Wonder Woman watched the people wandering through the lot, wondered how many of them had noticed what was happening and how many had disregarded it as nothing worth noticing. “Flash is the winner of this contest, then?”
“Is there a prize?”
“Clark buys him lunch. Usually somewhere he saw on a food show, since he can’t normally do that.”
“Barry can run anywhere, can’t he?” she asked. “I see no reason he couldn’t run to these places on his own.”
“He doesn’t like being alone in foreign countries,” Batman explained. “It makes him anxious.”
“Oh.” She returned her gaze to the parking lot. “How nice, then, that it all works out.” She frowned. “Is this weird?” she asked. “Spying on our friends like this.”
“I don’t think I’m the right person to ask.”
“Do you do this often?” she wondered. “Watch people have fun without you?”
Wonder Woman held up a finger in warning. “Zatanna taught me a trick.”
“That doesn’t sound good.”
“She says that if you ask me to define the parameters, it means the answer is bad.”
Before he could respond, there was a thump.
Superman was standing on the nose of the invisible jet.
He tapped a knuckle on the glass, until Diana opened the hatch. “Hello!” she said cheerfully.
“What are you two doing here?” Clark asked.
“We’re on a date!” Diana said.
“We’re not on a date,” Batman said.
“If you’re not on a date, can you give me a ride?”
“You’re out of our way,” Batman said.
“Nah, just drop me off in Gotham,” Clark said, slipping inside the plane, awkwardly floating between the two front seats into the back.
“You don’t even need a ride,” Bruce said, having to fit himself as far as possible into the edge of his seat so that Clark would have room to get by. “You can fly.”
“Yeah, and you can walk, but I don’t see you giving up the Batmobile.” Clark made himself comfortable in the back seat as Diana closed up the plane. “I’m craving Dimitri’s.”
“You’re too sober for Dimitri’s,” Bruce said.
“I’m always sober. You’re lucky I can tell this wasn’t a real date, or I would be really creeped out by the whole spying on me thing.”
“Don’t tell Barry we know about your special thing,” Diana said, pulling the plane out of its hover to ascend. “I don’t want to ruin it for him.”
“I won’t,” Clark assured her. “Hey, you know where we should go while we’re here?”
“No,” said Bruce.
“Where?” asked Diana.
“No,” said Bruce.
Clark put a hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “You can’t have come all the way to Florida just to see me,” he coaxed.
“I’m banned from Walmart, strongly discouraged from visiting Disney parks, and my parents are dead. I have no other reason to visit Florida.”
I haven’t even watched part 2 yet but we’re talking about a show with :
- a smart and sensitive afro latinx boy trying to navigate between his feelings and the tough act he has to put on, and having to choose between doing what he loves most (making music with his friends) and what would allow him to leave the Bronx for a better life (internships in big societies and college). He is also torn between his best friend who pushes him toward the first option, and his girlfriend who pushes him toward the latter.
- an afro latina on a journey to become a famous singer despite her abusive father and crumbling family, she learns that the business is not as it seems but she is determined to achieve her dreams.
- a black boy who’s being abused by his boss and who built this amazing, almost mythical alter ego to navigate through life. Music is what makes him want to live and he’s trying to become an incredible DJ. He’s trying to navigate between making music with his friends and becoming famous for it, and doing his boss’ dangerous and illegal work because he has no choice.
- a black boy discovering he’s bisexual and falling in love with another boy.
- the Bronx as a character in itself, with white politicians trying to “win” it to further their career while never giving a shit about the population, the only influential person trying to better the lives of the neighbourhood is a latino businessman/gangster.
- a former secret love affair between adults with a love triangle involving a woman and two brothers.
- explosive gang wars.
- and all of this happening while the main characters discover and revolutionize music and even create a whole freaking new genre.
BUT TELL ME AGAIN HOW THE GET DOWN HAS NO PLOTLINE ??? Just say you’re racist and go smh