The first and last scenes aren’t in Casa Kira which means this blonde suave-ass David Bowie looking purplephile broke into strangers’ homes, murdered the owners, stayed the night, cooked breakfast, and made himself completely cozy in the homes of his deceased victims.
During the last scene, Mr. Hand Man left the severed hand at the crime scene so he could run errands and go to work, which ended in a lot of ORAs and a face-swap, so someone else had to walk into this apartment and find a severed hand on the kitchen table. Knowing Kira, he probably cleaned the places up, too, so the Morioh PD probably has this huge list of missing persons and the only thing they have in common is that their homes were discovered really neat and tidy. This guy has no chill but, at the same time, he has all the chill in the world.
Jesus Christ in heaven. This entire episode was pure magic. Normally I write a post called ‘Destiel bits on episode xyz.’ This episode? No need because every single second was Destiel. So this post will be more of a recap and screaming about every scene.
And before we proceed, Steve Yockey… Marry me.
Warning for long post ahead with a metric ton of gifs. SPOILERS AHEAD.
Favourite Acting Scenes – Even and Isak have
their morning after in the kitchen (8.10 part 1)
Known as the scene that revived Gabrielle’s
impossible without some sort of writing, whether it’s a script or just some
ideas written down on a napkin. It’s hard to nail people’s actual speech in
script writing, however. Millions of different people means millions of
different speech. You have to nail the character’s voice, every single time,
otherwise the actors will find themselves struggling to find their character in
the script. Often scripts return to age-old lines (“you can’t leave me! We belong
together!”), that will be cringy to work in for every character, no matter how
capable they are. But that’s not the case in this show, not in this scene. So,
if the script’s there, it’s good, it’s up to the actors to see how they perform
it. And we’ve talked about body language, and about eye contact, but this scene
shows how to use your voice to elevate the script. It’s in the intonation, the
volume, how you act out the lines.
Even have had an interesting night, full of craving for each other, to hold
each other, to kiss each other, to touch each other; finally, after three
weeks, they can. But then, it’s the morning after. Isak is really astonished to
hear and see Even in the kitchen, talking to his roommates. He doesn’t say a
thing. Even sees him, and greets him enthusiastically.
A bit too enthusiastically.
You hear it
in his voice. The intonation in his good morning seems slightly.. off. Not that
Even has been an unexcited person until now, but this feels different. It sounds different. It’s as if there’s an
extra exclamation point after what he’s saying.
back to his cooking and Noora and Eskild excuse themselves in the most obvious
way ever. Isak moves over to the counter, but after Even tells him that he’s
made a lot of food, that same
slightly off intonation returns again. Which
movie? But before Isak or any of the audience can make sense of what he’s
saying, he’s already somewhere else in his thoughts. He sounds soft when he
makes Isak taste the scrambled eggs, but that harder ‘tablespoon of sour cream’ seems to come out of nowhere.
moment of silence before Isak begins to speak. He’s quite vulnerable, splits
his sentences in the middle to really think about what words to use before he
says them. It means a lot to me that you’re
still here. I thought you might’ve only come for last night. And Even is
able to assure him, even though I don’t think he exactly got Isak’s meaning
comes an interesting acting choice: what Isak’s saying here is difficult, it’s
painful, it’s scary to ask. So once again, Tarjei splits the sentences in the
middle, needs to think about what he’s saying here. Until the last sentence. In
which he reveals the base of his fears, mentioning Even’s name because he really needs him to hear it. Even, I need you to really listen to me. This
is important to me.
result, Even listens. His reaction in his voice is significant: he does not
look at Isak, but he’s also almost pushing the words out of his mouth. It’s
almost staccato. It’s bitterness, it’s anger, it’s frustration because he is so
done with that part of his life. Let’s
be done with her, Isak. It’s just us. I feel a whole lot more for us.
Alright, Isak is done with that part too.
I have never felt.. quite like this.. ever.
stunned. And he whispers, so softly, only for their own little world to hear
that he feels the same.
seems to be broken. There is no hesitance in their speech anymore. Only soft
words, teasing words, flirtatious words remain. This is comfortable, this is
their private space they’ve created for each other. They’re so fond of each other.
Say it again, Even whispers.
they have created their own little, safe world, with only two inhabitants to
live in it, no one else is allowed in and they’re not allowing each other to
leave either, Isak can say the following with only a breath of sound. It’s barely to be heard, even for the audience.
They both revel
in this revelation. This is it.
unfortunately, the reason of Even’s intonation in the beginning is still
bubbling under the surface. You hear him softly sing along with the song. The words
that are sung are more significant for him than Isak realises. Now, he doesn’t
use his own words, rather opting for those of the singer.
You make me fired up. There’s nothing that can
cool me down. You make everything go up in smoke. There’s no one else I’d
rather do this with.
surprise that this scene was the catalyst for the audience to realise that
there was something more to Even than meets the eye. His words don’t seem
significant at times, but the way how
he is talking can tell us enough. The same goes for Isak’s reluctance but
bravery in asking Even the hard questions he wants answered. Words and
sentences need intonation and particular speech patterns, and that’s what a
good actor can add to a good script.
I have an idea for a novel but I'm having trouble developing some of the characters (it's more than one pov) and creating the plot. I have some scenes but they're all over the place. Help me please?
Hi Anon! Don’t worry; you’re exactly where most writers start off, and that uncertainty is not a bad thing–it just means the story is still developing. When I start plotting, it’s always with a single idea, and I begin with no clue of how it all comes together. For example, my last book began with the image of two boys sitting in a kitchen amongst an entire cupboard of broken plates after having thrown them all to the ground. Who were these boys? Why were they breaking plates? How did they know each other? I didn’t know any of that yet, but I knew that image was going to play into some hypothetical book somehow.
I always begin by pulling up a Word Document and listing the characters and the major things I know about them. I’m in the process of plotting out a new book right now, and what I’ve got so far is everyone’s names and about 3-4 facts about them. And we’re talking the basics (right now, one character just says: really loves dolphins). Then I make a list of things I want to happen, random events or scenes, as you said. And though I don’t know how they come together, I just take note of them so I don’t forget.
For me, the next step is to figure out what the characters want or what adventure I’m going to throw them on. Eventually I decided that the two boys were groomsmen in a friend’s wedding, but that one of the boys was in love with the bride. The adventure of the story was the wedding, but what each character wants is different. One wants the bride, one just wants the wedding to go off without a hitch (and of course, he had his own story as well). You can start with the basics: list what the character is like at the beginning of the story and where they’ll end up by the closing pages. For example I started only with:
At the beginning: scared of love, thinks it’s a weakness, runs away from all chances at romance or relationships.
At the end: opened up to the possibility of a relationship and goes on his first date.
The plot, therefore, had to get him from point A to point B. Once you map out these “want charts” for every character, a plot begins to form on its own, as you begin to put together the necessary elements to bring these characters on this adventure. What road blocks do you have to throw in their way for them to have a change of heart? Who do they have to meet in order for their world to be changed? What needs to happen between the scenes you’re sure of, for those scenes to make sense (how do you get them to that place, for example)? Think of plotting like a drive. Every destination you want to get to has to have a trip there first. Just like in real life, if you want to get from one side of the country to the other, well first you’ll need a car, then you need a driver, then you need a map, then you need pit stops, rest stops, gas stations, etc. When you begin to fill in the pieces that your story needs to get from A to B, you find your story.
It is always helpful to look at The Hero’s Journey, keeping in mind that the journey can be spiritual and that you don’t have to follow every step, but these steps are a great jumping off point as you piece together the plot.
isak is such a hypocrite for saying “you guys need to start getting chicks yourselves” like he didn’t fucking BLUSH every time even so much as looks at him,, like the Kitchen Scene where he deadass could not lift his head and look even in the eye never happened,, we see right thourgh u bitch
I never knew I could watch a whole episode with Big Foster interrupting my Sasil. I mean them scenes were absolute and utter pure gold! I mean, did I just fall a little for Big Foster? He had me cracking up! That look from him to Sally Anne after she mean mug him in the kitchen…I must have watched that twenty times already.
You hear Hailey’ s voice when she saw Hasil roll up? It was all pleasantly surprised. Has nothing to do with Hasil all dressed up and fine as hell. She know her panties got damp. I had to sit on a towel the whole episode. Lord Jesus all that neck whispering had me fanning myself and thanking WGN for this gift. I was never into nape caressing but I am now.
So Sasil can go up the mountain and visit now. I love that they finally matured and put it all on the table and compromised. I was hoping this wouldn’t drag out. Sally Anne knew who he was before she met him and she still have him the drawers. Just no guns in the house but knowing Hasil their baby will be a ninja Assasin.
I’m so happy Sally Anne is going to school! It’s exactly what I did when I got pregnant. Realized no more Fucking around. I’ll be damn if I let this life down. And I got my Associates Degree so it’s good the show is pointing out just because you pregnant and poor now doesn’t mean you get to settle. You can still achieve your goals.
Lil Foster got some nookie
This is a total reach but...what if Sana and Even knew each other before Even moved to Nissan? His old friend group somehow knows Sana, through her brother? I'm not sure. Anyway, that would explain their behaviour towards each other e.g. Even kissing Sana on the cheek when they've supposedly only met a week or two before? That gesture was more appropriate for greeting an old friend, also the conspiratorial look in E10 when Isak asks if they've met. What do you think? Reading to much into it?
i mean they couldve known each other before that,,, but even also kissed vilde’s cheek ,i think thats an european thing? (or well we do that too) the ep10 kitchen scene could also mean smth..i havent thought about it before but after today i….sdlkfj
You woke up to the sweet smell of bacon coming from the kitchen. Your eyes darted open and you quickly jumped out of bed, running downstairs to eat. Frost was cooking away at the stove in his suit. Well that’s not what I was expecting. You thought to yourself. You secretly hoped J would be the one preparing you a huge breakfast, but you knew that would never happen.
“Good morning Y/N.” Frost said casually as if nothing was strange about this scene.
“Good morning Frosty….Can I ask why you’re cooking all this? I mean, it’s nice and all but this is definitely not part of your job description….” Seeing Frost first thing in the morning making you a feast for breakfast was certainly never something you thought you’d witness.
“Well,” Frost spoke as he flipped a pancake expertly, “Mr. J is going to be very busy today, and he instructed me to make sure you’re taken care of while he’s out. I figured I’d start with feeding you, so here I am.” Frost smiled, another thing you never thought you’d witness.
“I can’t argue with J’s orders.” You said giving Frost a wink. You walked up to the large kitchen island and hopped up on one of the stools while Frost began to lay the food out in front of you. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, hash browns, fresh orange juice, Frost really went overboard. Not wanting to wait another minute, you grabbed your fork and started scarfing down the food.
“Whoa, it’s like you don’t eat, you just inhale.” Frost said Jokingly.
“Ha-ha very funny Frosty,” You spoke between bites, “I don’t have any plans for the rest of the day so I was thinking I’d just clean up around the house. You can take a few hours to go out and do whatever you need to do if you want.”
Frost worked constantly, J never gave him any time off. You figured you were just going to stay home all day and do some housework, so there was no reason Frost needed to be watching you. Not to mention he deserved a few hours to himself.
“I don’t know Y/N, boss told me to keep an eye on you-”
“Frost, you can be back before J and I won’t tell him. It can be our little secret. Go enjoy yourself.” You smiled and continued eating as Frost gave you a small nod of appreciation and walked out of the room.
After eating practically everything and stuffing yourself to the brim, you decided it was best to get the day going. You went up to your shared master bathroom and took a quick shower before walking into your massive closet to pick out something to wear. Hmmmm what to wear, what you wear….You thought to yourself before flashing a cheeky smile and picking up your favorite shirt of J’s. It was just a white button up dress shirt, but it was always perfectly ironed and soft. On you it was practically a dress so you figured that was a good enough outfit and made your way back downstairs to get to cleaning. You were never much of an organizer growing up; however, with all the madness going on in the mansion all the time, you began to find it therapeutic.
Walking into the living room, you noticed that it needed some work. The house was always pretty clean as the maids took care of all the vacuuming and dusting; however, the henchmen and J had a tendency to never put things back in their place after using them. Well if I’m gunna get the organizing party going, I better put on some music. You walked up to the stereo system and just pressed play. “Fly Me to the Moon” by Frank Sinatra started playing throughout the whole downstairs. J is such an oldie when it comes to music. You smiled thinking about him.
You got to work picking up after the henchmen and J, getting lost in the music as you did so. You swayed your hips back and forth, dancing around the room.
You lost track of time and didn’t realize how long it had been since you started until you turned around and immediately gasped as you saw J standing behind the couch watching you with his silver grin.
“Well, well, well….what do we have here.” He growled, trying to contain a laugh. You were so embarrassed and you felt your cheeks heating up. You could only imagine how silly this looked and you couldn’t find any words.
J put you out of your misery by speaking up again, “I like your shirt, I wonder where you got that from.” He made his way slowly around the couch, walking up to you as he reached out and pulled you closer to him by the white fabric.
“I figured you’d be gone a while so I’d get some cleaning done….” You whispered, still feeling shy from being caught.
“You’re quite the dancer Y/N, I might have to put you in one of the cages next time we’re at the club….but then again, I don’t want anyone else lusting after you.” Always so possessive, I love it.
J smirked as if he could read your mind before looking deep in your eyes and beginning to unbutton your shirt, “You have five minutes to get upstairs and in bed, doll. Daddy needs to remind you how to be a good girl and not take my things.”
i’ll just never be done talking about this scene. that Regina left Emma hanging out in her front hall, while she went into her kitchen to “get glasses.” lol. come on. it’s my headcanon that she was in there touching up her makeup and standing in front of an open fridge waving cool air up on her face and neck. you mean to tell me this woman doesn’t have at least a couple glasses already set out by the liquor in anticipation of company? no no. girl needed to reapply her lipstick and calm her nerves before facing this beautiful blonde stranger again. look at that smirk when she comes out through the door. she’s so stoked to see that Emma is still standing there.
I hope there’s a scene in acowar where Lucien is just constantly asking Feyre “Where are your wings??”
And Feyre’s just constantly going to reply with things like
“Lucien I’ve told you already the chicken wings are in the kitchen”
“Lucien if you want to see some wings look at some birds”
and then suddenly out of nowhere she shocks Lucien, and Feyres wings appear and
“Oh you mean these wings?”
And her wings disappear so quickly he doesn’t know whether to believe if they were real or not