because this scene never gets old

oh! I have to tell you guys a great story one of my professors told me. So he has a friend who is involved in these Shakespeare outreach programs where they try to bring Shakespeare and live theatre to poor and underprivileged groups and teach them about English literature and performing arts and such. On one of their tours they stopped at a young offenders institute for women and they put on a performance of Romeo and Juliet for a group of 16-17 year old girls. It was all going really well and the girls were enjoying and laughing through the first half - because really, the first half is pretty much a comedy - but as the play went on, things started to get quiet. Real quiet. Then it got up to the suicide scene and mutterings broke out and all the girls were nudging each other and looking distressed, and as this teacher observed them, he realised - they didn’t know how the play ended. These girls had never been exposed to the story of Romeo and Juliet before, something which he thought was impossible given how ubiquitous it is in our culture. I mean, the prologue even gives the ending away, but of course it doesn’t specify exactly how the whole “take their life” thing goes down, so these poor girls had no idea what to expect and were sitting there clinging to hope that Romeo would maybe sit down for a damn minute instead of murdering Paris and chugging poison - but BAM he died and they all cried out - and then Juliet WOKE UP and they SCREAMED and by the end of the play they were so upset that a brawl nearly broke out, and that’s the story of how Shakespeare nearly started a riot at a juvenile detention centre


So, let me explain this garbage. I watched Leap Year the other day and thought “I should write a fanfic based on this!” but then I remembered I can’t write so I decided to draw out my favourite scenes like comics starring my Ereri babies.

If you’ve never seen the movie, basically Levi wants to get engaged but Erwin isn’t getting the hint so Levi follows him to Ireland to propose on leap day, which is like some old tradition, but he gets stuck in bumfuck-nowhere and hires Eren to get him to Dublin and, of course, shenanigans ensues.

I just really wanted a sassy high-maintenance Levi and a charming kind-of-jerk Eren. This’ll probabably have several parts because there’s so many scenes I want to do…

Part 2/Part 3/Part 4

I don’t want Alex Danvers to come out.

Er, let me try that again. 

I don’t want Alex Danvers to have to come out.

I want Alex to go to Kara and tell her about her crush on Maggie. In the ensuing scene, I never want to hear: I’ve never had a crush on a girl before or I’m not gay or I don’t know what I’m doing or It’s just her 

The gay panic story is getting old. It’s not the way many of us experience our sexuality. I don’t want wlw to be portrayed as something to be overcome or confusing or some exception. It’s not an earth-shattering revelation plot point that ends in tears and angst. I don’t want an emotional coming out scene with a thinly veiled it doesn’t matter who you love! I support you no matter what! good ally-ship moral. I’m sick of those.

I want Alex’s sexuality as a foregone conclusion.

She admits her feelings for Maggie and Kara is just like Wow, finally, I could see the sparks from space. Without super vision. And she’s so much cooler than your last girlfriend. 

So yeah. I don’t want Alex Danvers to come out. 

Because I don’t want her to have to.


A/N: Alright, so I realized I never specified this, but I don’t actually feel that comfortable writing sex scenes (in any writing). It’s not because Peter is supposed to be 15, since Tom Holland is 20 years old, but just because I’ve never written smut, so I’m not quite at that level yet. Maybe one day, followers, maybe one day…

#84: “It’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

#87: “They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.”

Summary: You and Peter have been dating for 6 months and Aunt May leaves the two of you alone.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

“It’s like you want to ruin men for me,” you complained, laying on Peter’s bed. He turned to look at you, confused, though you could see the smallest hint of a smile on his face. He had been trying to reach up to the top shelf in his closet and his t-shirt kept riding up, exposing his torso to you. The short sleeves were rolled up, exposing more of his biceps, and you just couldn’t help your wandering eyes.

“Oh, hush,” he laughed, finally grabbing the clothes he’d wanted. Peter bounded over and sat beside you on the bed, fiddling with his phone. You watched him with a soft smile on your lips.

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anonymous asked:

What role does Teru plays in your ageswap AU? I don't think I have seen him

teru is a movie star/athlete/inheritor of a large company (or all three)! hes very smug and cocky since he has never been put in his place. he cruises through life and gets involved in seasoning city’s organized crime scene. and then mob (who is a member of the staff at salt mid) basically has everything that happened to him in terus arc happen to him here (but this time with Grown Ups instead of 14 year olds). teru has short hair because it wouldve gotten sheared and regrown in the same timespan of the regular story so far

basically its the same except theyre Adults

So we found out that He Tian and Guan Shan didn’t talk in detail about the note. He Tian never told him who to deliver it to and when.

So in this scene and the next one, HT and GS are hanging out with each other just because they want to.

After the deal they could have gone their separate ways, instead He Tian lights up a cigarette and Guan Shan voluntarily keeps He Tian company. Looks like Guan Shan wants to get to know He Tian a little more.

And of course He Tian doesn’t shoo him away, instead he smokes his cigarette and enjoys the company.

tag yourself as a stock character in ancient roman comedy!!
  • the young man: our young, rich, love-stricken protagonist. not very brave. bemoans his fate and always needs other characters' backup. he has fear but no respect for his dad.
  • the young maiden: literally a barbie doll. the love interest who spends the play mostly offstage and is treated as a prize.
  • the old man: usually the young man's dad, or a sometimes helpful family friend. usually a shit father but he loves his son. often embarrasses everyone by being in lust with the same girl the young man likes, wtf. he never gets her because she's his son's age, and he's stuck with his wife. miserly as fuck.
  • the pimp: runs a whorehouse, duh. the love interest usually works for him, so the hero is going to have to deal with this asshole in, like, every scene. has no morals and will do anything for money. literally carries around a moneybag.
  • the braggart soldier: the only thing he loves in life is himself. thinks he's handsome and brave, but is actually cowardly and an idiot. sometimes crushing on the hero's love interest.
  • the parasite: wears black and mooches off his friends. willing to lie about anything for a free meal. lives for himself.
  • the clever slave: really talkative, and speaks in alliteration and meter irl for unknown reasons. usually loyal to the hero while playing tricks on the hero's dad. drives the plot sometimes and finds out the shocking truth about something at the end.
  • the maid: a minor character used to move the plot. a tool of her mistress. conveys other people's information but never does anything.
  • the mother/woman/wife: shrewd. loves her children, nags her husband. sometimes loyal, sometimes not so loyal.
  • the prostitute: either a seasoned, jaded old hoe who has seen a lot or a young hoe who's in love with the hero. really hot, and has a really awesome hairdo.
Movie scene (Chris Evans x Reader)

Anonymous requested:

I love your imagines can you do a Chris Evans smut where him and the reader have know each other for years and they are in a movie together. They are rehearsing at her house and going over a kissing scene. They get carried away and end up hooking up and he ends up saying he’s always had a thing for her but because of their 10 year age gap he never made a move. Fluffy smut

  • Words:  2.812
  • Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
  • Warnings: SMUT OVERLOAD
  • Author notes: (Y/N) is your name, (Y/L/N) is your last name, (Y/E/C) is your eye color. 
  • VERY IMPORTANT. This request was very silimar to a request I saw on @chrisevans-imagines (again I lost the link to the actual work because I’m such a dork and I’m not good at saving stuff I see on the internet) so this is why it may seem like you have read it before. I have NEVER EVER intented to make a copy of the beautiful work provided by this blog, so I apologize in advance.

Originally posted by monicathecoyote

You drove your car to the gates of a complex full of fancy houses. The old man greeted you and asked who you were visiting.
“Hi, I’m here to see Mr. Chris Evans” You said from the window and leaning your body on the steering wheel “He told me he’d be here at this time”
“Can you tell me your name Mrs.?”
“I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N)” He searched in a small notebook for your name and when he found it, he nodded “Thank you” You said as the gates opened enough for your car to go inside.
You searched for the house number 4 and parked outside, next to a humongous car. ‘Chris is such a show off…’ You giggled to yourself. Two knocks at the door and an unbearably long doorbell ring was all it took for him to open the wooden door and greet you with a big smile.
“Hey! Look what the cat dragged in!” He said “Come here!” He pulled you inside for a bear hug that almost took your breath away until you softly started patting his arm so he could finally let you go “It’s been so long (Y/N). I haven’t seen you in ages!”
You met Chris back in Boston; your families met and they were really close, unfortunately you couldn’t get to meet him that personally because of your quite long age gap (10 years do matter), but every time he was around, he could go by your place and play with you on your first years, and when you went through your teenage years, you could go talk to him or call him or whatever. He was just an impossible love; platonic.
“Hey Chris” You muttered still a little nervous “It’s been a while”
“You’re prettier than ever” He said with a huge grin on his face and you couldn’t help to blush “How old are you, like 20?”
“24” You giggled.
“What? No way!” You nodded “And you’re gonna work with me?” You nodded again “This must be an honor to you”
“Oh, shut up dork” You huffed “You are going to kiss me and that’s barely legal, it should be an honor to you” You mocked.
“Yeah, let’s thank God you’re legal now” He laughed and your face went stiff “I’m kidding! Come on” He seemed to laugh even harder at your expression “I have the script up in my bedroom, please make yourself at home”
He ran up the stairs while you left your bag at his immaculately black couch. His house was huge and so neat. Did he have service? Was the service around? Were you allowed to sneak into the kitchen and have a beer or something? Was the other side of his bed occupied? Was he really thankful that you were legal? Were those muscles real? So many questions and which one of them was the least silly.
Your nervousness was completely understandable. You were an extra in his upcoming movie “Playing it Cool”. You had no script whatsoever, and you were not sure how you were contacted to be in it, but they were paying you and you could get to see the man. Because he was the man now. That dark hair, the blue eyes, the beard; everything! He was just amazingly gorgeous and inhumanly muscular. You felt tiny around him. He was definitely not the same person you met back in Boston.
“Here it is!” He said coming down the stairs. You couldn’t help but to look at how his chest bobbed up and down with each step he took and you had to try real hard to hold your giggles.
“What, do I have something funny?”
“No” You smiled and shook your head “It’s nothing”
“Were you standing here the whole time?” He asked with a frown.
“No” You defended yourself “I left my bag in your couch, I hope you don’t mind”
“Nah, it’s ok” He smiled again “Uhh… May I get you something to drink or… whatever?”
“No, thank you” You muttered “Do you wanna get working?”
Chris handed you his own copy of the script for you to check out. Romantic comedy, guy meets girl, they fall in love. Whatever. You saw the notes he had handwritten himself and it reminded you of the old Christmas cards he could write to you or post cards from his international locations.
“Can I give it a look at home?” You asked “I forgot I had a doctor’s appointment today and I’m kinda running late” You looked at your wrist watch.
“I can take it to your place later” if you want to. It’d be nice to know where you live so I can check up on you more often” He offered and the idea seemed better “I’ll bring food and something to drink so we can have a nice rehearsal”
“That sounds much better” You smiled “Thank you, it was nice to see you again” You leaned forward to kiss his cheek but you two had the same idea in mind so your lips ended up pressed against the other. You reluctantly broke it and to make things less awkward you said “I guess that’s a good ice-breaker” You winked at he kept the door opened so you could go through it.
“Nice ride” He said in approval “I wike it”
“Your nephew still does that?” You asked, unlocking the car.
“Yeah, of course”
“See you later, dork” You opened the door and blew him a kiss which he caught very dramatically and he pressed it against his hear. Then, you closed the door to leave the complex and drove back to your doctor’s appointment.
A few hours later you were back in your place and you tidied up a little. Chris was coming and you were a bit nervous. You knew about your part, and it was a kissing scene, but nothing else. You didn’t knew if it included some “action” or whatever. Kisses are not simple, and kissing him was indeed the hardest thing you’d done.
You had a crush on the public persona he was now, but the real Chris; the one who gave the best hugs, or that wiped your teenage tears over boys more than once was more like a platonic love. At around 8 o’clock you heard the phone from the administration, saying that there was Chris Evans looking for you. You told the man that he could come up and two minutes later, there he was.
“Hey” He said with a bouquet of flowers in his hand “I brought flowers, food, something to drink and of course, the script”
“Nice touch” You conceded “Come on in” He leaned forward to peck your lips and you stood there, stiff in awe.
“Ice breaker, remember” He winked and you couldn’t hold back your laugh “So, you wanna eat first and then check it out, or check it out while eating?”
“Why not doing both at the same time?”
“Multi-task?” He asked “Nice! It’s good to see how you have grown”
He helped you setting up the plates and you sat in the living room, while he read the script just a little, telling how about the whole story.
“So this guy is afraid of love because the last person who told him that they loved him was his mom, when he left him during his childhood” He said with his mouth full of food; you laughed and remembered when you ate at either his parents’ house or at yours’ and he made a fool of himself.
You lost interest on the story really soon, but you watched him speak and get excited about it. Against all your will, you wanted to get to that kissing scene. You had been thinking about him all day long, his eyes, his smile, that body… Soon he realized your lack of interest and asked without anesthesia.
“Do you wanna get down to business?”
“It’d be nice” You nodded.
He helped you stand up and explained you the essence of the scene. Basically you were just a chick he picked up some day and that he made out with. Just like that; no feelings, no nothing. Just a make out.
He asked you if you were ready; of course you weren’t, but you said yes anyway. He roughly pulled you in for a kiss but you ended up bumping really hard on each other’s noses. Then, for the second time, Chris’s hands were a little too low on your back, so you jumped a little under his touch.
“This is not working” He said.
“Stop pulling me to you” You said, trying to avoid his look.
On the third time you got it right. You were the one leaning to him so he could catch you effortlessly. His lips felt so soft and his hands grabbed tightly your waist; you didn’t want to stop it, it felt so good, although very problematic. What was going to happen now? Was your platonic love for him going to stay like that? Considering the heated moment you were just having, the answer was a definite no.
You exhaled on his mouth when his hands pulled you closer to his body and so you held on to his neck. In a split second, unfortunately, Chris realized that you two were going way too far.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have…” He muttered, pushing you away and taking his hands away from you.
“Chris?” You asked, evidently upset.
“Look (Y/N), this should be just professional” He ran his fingers through his short hair and looked away.
“Don’t come with that” You rolled your (Y/E/C) eyes “If you didn’t want this why didn’t you stop it earlier?” Seeing Chris speechless gave you the confidence to carry on “Ok, this is fucking weird to me as well, because I never thought I’d be here, making out with you and for work. You liked it, don’t deny it, and yes I liked it too”
“But you’re…”
“Don’t say it” You interrupted him covering your ears.
“So young…” He continued anyway.
“Chris, you’re seriously just 34! You’re not even old enough to be my dad” You pointed out, trying hard not to lose your calmness “Look, if you want to… just leave…”
“No!” He said, holding one of your hands “I don’t… Let’s just practice once more… I was caught by surprise, ok?”
“You sure you won’t chicken out again?” You let go of his hand and crossed your arms over your chest.
“Promise” He winked “Besides, I like that approach of you coming to me” He nodded, less nervous and flustered now.
He set the count and you threw yourself again, this time, decided to not let him go even if he wanted. His hands went back to the place they belonged to and your head tilted to both sides trying to get a better angle of him. He pulled you closer once more and his hands traveled to your thighs, making you hop. Almost involuntarily, you wrapped your legs around his waist. You leaned your head back just a little bit and he knew just what to do. His plump lips sucked on your neck as he tried to walk you to the room.
But no.
He only wanted to push you onto the nearest wall. You sighed when you felt your body being squeezed between the hard and cold surface and Chris’s warm body. His lips went to yours soon and you tried to get as much friction as you could. His hands found the hem of your blouse quickly and pulled it up and off your head; you tried to do the same, and surprisingly, you managed it without losing balance.
His half-hard erection pressed against your covered slit felt beautiful and your whimpers sounded in his ear, making him thrust harder. Your brain was not at war anymore. You wanted him. You needed him and he needed you, as much as his brain said the opposite. You were not the friends you used to be. This was a whole different thing, a whole different level of connection. It was like taking your friendship to a different place. You believed sex didn’t ruin things, and you hoped with all your heart that it was like that.
“Bed?” He breathed against your neck while his hands squeezed your butt.
“Mm-hm” You moaned in agreement “Let me down”
He did and you held his hand to take him to your room. You closed the door and pushed him to it. He sighed in approval but you were overpowered by him. Not like it bothered you, at all.
He got on his knees and started kissing your stomach while he unbuttoned your jeans. He pulled them and your panties down slowly, painfully slowly. You rubbed your thighs against the other to get some friction, but he parted them immediately and placed sweet kisses on the inner part. You cried in pleasure and he blew some hot breath to your wet pussy. Your knees felt suddenly weaker and he decided to attack your clit with those swollen lips he had.
Ou cursed Chris’s name and it seemed to excite him even more. One of his fingers found the gates to heaven and pumped up and down meanwhile you announced you were getting there. He made you cum so incredibly loud and good that you thought you were going to explode.
You finally surrendered to your shaky knees and started unmaking his famous red belt, but when you leaned to wrap your lips around his tip he cooed.
“Not tonight, baby girl” He always called you like that, but the lustful vice he used sent shivers down your spine. Then, he picked you up bridal style and gently placed you on the bed. His warm chest and crazy heart beating was so relaxing.
He crawled on top of you while he bit his lower lip in anticipation. Your chest heaved up and down with each deep breath you took, trying to get yourself together but you couldn’t.
“Wanna to carry on?” He asked, barely touching your lips with his “Baby girl, do you trust me?” You were silent, but you nodded anyway “No, I need you to tell me if you trust me and if you want to carry on” His eyes were not filled with passion. He acted like a grown up man that was utterly in love.
“I do, Chris” You nodded again in a whisper.
He kissed your lips before getting off the bed and searching in his pockets for a condom. He slid the material down his fully erect shaft and went for you again. Chris made sure you were still wet so he played with his long fingers on your clit and entrance.
Shit…” You whimpered.
“I love you” He said, teasing your entrance with his tip. He huffed when he got in and you felt in another dimension when he filled you.
His pace was slow at first, while you adjusted at the other but when he got himself comfortable inside your pussy, his thrust became harder, faster and you loudly begged him for more. Your foreheads were pressed against the other and some drops of sweat from his face met your skin and your chests got sticky. Your legs were wrapped again over his tiny waist and his dick reached your sweet spot perfectly. His elbows rested on each side of your face as you came undone under him.
He lifted your torso and dragged you amazingly closer to his chest. Then, he sucked on your left nipple while one of this hands kneaded the right one. All the sounds that escaped your mouth pushed him way over the edge. Chris cursed your name in a loud scream and you held on for dear life to his shoulders as you felt another orgasm flooding your being.
You unwrapped yourself from him and rested on the bed again. He laid with his chest touching your back; you turned around to hide your face on the space under his chin and he petted the sweaty skin of your back.
“Please, don’t think I’m weird…” He whispered “but I have been feeling things for you for a while now…”
“Is it so?”
“Yeah… You’re not the little girl I met back then… You’re a woman now and I… I just like you so much but you’re…”
“Chris” You adjusted yourself and faced him. His bright blue eyes stared deep into your soul “I don’t care about it, ok?” He nodded “We’ll figure this out, but for now… Just, stay the night with me” You got up and pulled away the covers to sleep inside “I mean it… Stay with me” He smiled and snuggled next to you. He held your waist tightly and you were soon asleep in his big arms.

eene-fangirl  asked:

What are your top 3 favorite Double Dee moments and why?

Oh man that is super hard to say haha

1) S1 E1 “The Ed-touchables”
It is when Eddy and Double D just made it over to Ed’s house, and Ed was watching TV. When Eddy and Double D jumped on Ed, while Double D screamed Dog Pile. 
It is one of my favorite scenes because of Double D actually getting to act like a kid. Because all of the boys are 13 years old and they don’t really get to act like kids all too often, especially Double D. He has to do Eddy’s scams, is self sufficient at his own home, takes his studies seriously, and along side with being bullied. He never gets to truly act like what he is, a child.
So it is such a relief to see him act like his age.

2) S5 E12 “A Fistful of Ed”
When Double D is consider’s a crazy bully. It is so saddening the whole episode, because Double D does NOT want to be a bully. It shows me that he knows the tormenting side of what bullying does, because he has been on the receiving end his whole life. What really broke me though is when Double D broke down into tears in front of the flower, and that is when Jimmy then believed Double D because if he hadn’t had been a sweet gentile soul with caring hands, he would have never been able to produce the plant.

3) S2 E13 “Fa-La-La-La-Ed”

When Double D was in the built pig and the whole cul-de-sac saw he was about to smash Jimmy’s pig. He was broken, because he knew what he was about to do was 100% wrong. That he when sobbed into Ed’s arms and Ed consoled him. Then it made everything better when he saw Jimmy giving him back the same pig that Double D was about to smash. It meant so much to him, you could see it in his eyes.

youregonnarememberme  asked:


Listened to It | wtf is that | LOVE IT (obviously bc i never shut up about it whoops) | meh | um…hate it | heard of it | yes!!

Rate: 1-10 - 11

Favorite Lyric: all of pretty funny.. whoops

Favorite Song: dogfight, hey good lookin, or ticker tape parade

Favorite Character: rose my daughter

Best Moment: the scene with rose swearing at the waiter and the whole dogfight song/scene… gets me everytime

Something that makes me angry: act 1 eddie

Gives me the chills: whenever rose sings “it’s still the same old face” in pretty funny

Overall opinions: so fuckin good…. im sure yall already know but i think literally every1 shld listen to this

send me a musical!

OK those…Arkham Knight GAME OVER scenes… kind of make me laugh because imagine how many fucking takes it took for Jason to get it right. 

Imagine Jason As Written by Grant Morrison, filming them OVER AND OVER, stressing over the wording & delivery, the timing of his dramatic exits and whether or not he should turn around before or after he says “I didn’t want it to end like this Batman.”

“You’re old..predictable..and I never stood a…YOU never stood a chance. fuck. ”

“Can we put the camera angle a little lower so that I look more intimidating.”


fiddler gives me a lot of feelings like the music is amazing no duh but also like. Anatevka I think for a lot of Ashkenazi Jews has become a cornerstone of our cultural identity, even when a family is from Warsaw or left Germany in the 1910s. It represents some part of the old country and the way of life that especially descendants of holocaust survivors will never hear about their own families

But also the portrayal of antisemitism is brutal and somehow subdued as well and I feel like I’m productions done by primarily nonjewish casts a lot of what’s so horrifying about the wedding scene is lost because they don’t understand that that’s our life… a background fear of something terrible about to happen at all times.

And the tragedy of leaving anatevka gets similarly lost because that’s also part of our story: being kicked out again and again and again and it hurts so much to watch the movie. It’s not a happy story and i don’t think enough people realize that because again- that pain is lost in translation.

The stories of Tevye the Milkman by Sholom Aleichem are even more sad than the musical and I wish more people read them.

Prince of Egypt, the other option there, is ultimately a story with a happy ending, a story that celebrates the birth of Judaism, and also has never been licensed to amateur theater companies.

ZMD7 - Regret

OR: Zuko Gets an Earful From Katara

Rating: T

Word Count: 724

Children giggle and whisper to one another as they crowd outside the door of Master Katara’s healing room. They can’t see who’s in there, but that’s not what interests them.

Master Katara is swearing.

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So while I was babysitting my nephew today I had an idea for a really sad fic.  I’ll probably never write it, and I only thought of one scene and nearly made myself cry.

So imagine Buffy season 4 or 5 and something happens to Xander and he gets de-aged to like 5 years old.  Anya is disgusted with this little version of her boyfriend that she can’t have orgasms with and tells them to call her when he’s back to normal.  Spike is there because he wants to watch mayhem unfold, because this new 5 year old Xander doesn’t have the memories of the Xander they’re all used to.

And while they’re all in research mode trying to make Xander big again Xander is playing with some old toys Willow brought, or coloring…and at one point he just climbs in Spike’s lap and demands a story.  The thing is though, little Xander is curious and asks questions.

He’s accepted that he’s not the age he’s supposed to be, that he grew up and met new people and made new friends, Buffy, Giles, Spike and Tara…he’s not sure about that Riley guy though.  But someone is missing.  So he asks Willow.  He goes up to Willow and tugs on her sleeve giving her big brown eyes.


“What is it Xander?”

“Where’s Jesse?”

Willow sucks in a breath and suddenly there’s tears in her eyes.  How is she supposed to tell this sweet little boy that his best friend is dead?  Buffy and Giles have tensed up and won’t meet her eyes, she knew Jesse, they didn’t…they’re leaving it up to her.  Darn it.  Spike is looking around confused, he has no idea what’s going on.

“Xander…Jesse went to heaven.”

Xander blinks at her, eyes a bit wider, a bit sadder and they start to water.  “Like my puppy?”

Willow briefly remembers Xander did have a puppy when they were 5.  “Yes, just like your puppy.”

Xander nods, sniffs and the tears start falling.  Everyone else is still frozen, but Spike looks like he ready to kill something.  Xander wipes at his tears.  “My daddy didn’t do it did he?”

And Willow can’t stop her own tears then, because the reason Xander hadn’t had that puppy very long was because Tony Harris had killed it.  In front of Xander.  “No sweetie.  Tony didn’t do it.  A monster got Jesse…we weren’t able to save him.  But you tried Xander.  You and Buffy went into the tunnels to save Jesse after a vampire named Darla took him…but when you got there…Jesse was already dead.”

Xander nods again and Spike scoops him up and holds him until he cries himself to sleep.  When he’s out cold Spike looks at her.  “There’s more to that story isn’t there.”

Willow nods.  “They turned Jesse…he was the first vampire Xander ever killed.”

“Where the hell was Peaches when all this went down?”

“He…”  Buffy speaks for the first time.  “He was afraid to go down there…”

Spike just growls and holds the boy closer.  And if anything good could come from this ordeal, its whatever this new thing between Spike and Xander is.  Willow smiles.  Xander deserves to have his own knight in shining armor.

Angel better not come back to Sunnydale anytime soon.

Now…why I thought that up while I was babysitting…who the hell knows.

Movie time with OT4
  • Harry: Lets you pick the movie and the best sofa spot. Stops it every 10 minutes to ask you if you need anything. Falls asleep halfway through and wakes up because of snoring too loud.
  • Liam: Has the biggest popcorn bowl you've seen in your life and eats it within the first 15 minutes. Pauses the movie to go make some more and Watson takes his place. Finishes watching the movie on the floor.
  • Louis: Lets you pick the movie but makes it clear he doesn't like your choice. Ends up putting the one he wanted to watch on the DVD when you look away. Complains when you pause the movie, pauses it later to go to the loo. Takes the whole blanket for himself.
  • Niall: Picks a movie you've both seen a million times saying "A good classic never gets old". Comments non stop. Has to rewind because he missed a scene because he was laughing too hard at something that happened five minutes ago.
Debra Messing pressured to have nose job by director

Debra Messing was told her nose was “ruining” a movie.

The 48-year-old actress was left devastated when filmmaker Alfonso Arau - who helmed her first movie, 1995’s ‘A Walk in the Clouds’ - told her to visit a plastic surgeon because he didn’t like her hooter, and the incident left her confidence in tatters.

She recalled: “I’d never been on a film before. I was doing a love scene with Keanu Reeves. We started filming and the very famous director screamed 'Cut’ and said, 'How quickly can we get a plastic surgeon in here? Her nose is ruining my movie.’

"It was a shock. I was so confident coming out of graduate school with my Masters in acting.

"I’d studied in London and I was so well equipped with skill sets, and then to walk on set and have that happen - I was reduced to an un-Hollywood nose.”

It has taken Debra “years and years and years” to embrace her unique look and feels frustrated that Hollywood has such a “very narrow” definition of what is beautiful.

Speaking to at the MAKERS conference, she said: “It’s taken me years and years and years to finally own my differences and to love what’s different about me, and to come face to face with a truth within my industry, within our culture.

"There is a very narrow definition of what a beautiful, vital, vibrant, interesting woman looks like, and that’s the thing we’re constantly fighting against. My entire career I’ve been swimming in that pond, where it’s like, 'Oh no, you don’t look right’.”

The former 'Will and Grace’ star also told the conference how the director had pushed her to do an unscripted nude scene and lifted the sheet covering her to look at her body.

She said: “He dropped the sheet on top of me like a used Kleenex, then walked away without a word.”

But the nudity wasn’t even used in the final edit of the film, with Debra believing the “trauma” was a calculated “power play” to “demean” her and “strip” her of her “pride and power”.

Nine years after shooting 'A Walk in the Clouds’, Debra ran into Alfonso in the street.

She recalled: “He said, 'Bella! It’s been so long, you were so funny in the movie, I’m so happy to see you again!’ I said, 'Thank you,’ and I turned around and never looked back.”

And the actress is thankful she never gave into the pressure to alter her appearance.

She said: “I have a strong nose, I have small breasts. I’m a f***ing original. My nose and I have come this far, and like Barbra Streisand I’m defiantly keeping it.”


Today I have been re-watching SnK Season 1 for the millionth time, and noticed something interesting…

Pictured above is the last time that we see Marco Bott alive, in Episode 13. For a long time, I assumed he was turning to look at Eren’s Titan form, about to plug up the hole in the wall.

However, what if he was already looking at Eren? What if he was actually turning because something else caught his attention?

After Chapter 77, it’s very interesting returning to old scenes in both the anime and manga.

Was Marco’s last scene alive actually a nod to this flashback in Ch.77? Is it possible we were already getting hints to Marco’s fate as early as Episode 13? Perhaps we will never know…