i wish i could watch it again

The Hobbit DoS is on TV right now and as I watch it I am reminded how much ‘Hollywood’ is in this. LOTR was made as a beautiful tribute to the source material and handled with such care. Now, while I believe the Hobbit movies were handled with care, these movies were made more for the money and it shows in the bloating of the story so much that they turn it into three movies.

I’m not saying there aren’t great things about the Hobbit movies (Thrandy) and beautiful moments (Thrandy), but it doesn’t pull at my heart like the LOTR movies did. The LOTR movies for me were truly magic and were near perfect for me even though things had to be changed/cut out of the film.

magicgirlwrites  asked:

To be fair to Marika, I'll say it again, I wish they had made them friends instead of love interest. They are friends irl, good friends at that and it would have been much easier to play off that. Their acting together has been sub par and should have gone noticed by the writers or producers earlier and they could have made them friends instead. They always like lighthearted fun on the show so why they didn't run with that is beyond me. They would have been fun to watch in that respect.

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Originally posted by abritandayank

I just realized something.

In all the analyzing and freaking out that’s ensued after ep11, there’s one line that’s been bothering me since I watched it, and I haven’t really seen it acknowledged in theories.

“What should I give Yuri now?”

This is where Viktor’s perspective ends.  For the rest of the episode, we see Yuri making assumptions about what’s going on in his head when he’s watching Yurio, Otabek, and Chris.  Yuri assumes he’s looking at all these stellar performances and wishing he could be a part of it again.  He assumes Viktor is now dissatisfied with his role as coach.  That’s what Yuri sees, so that’s what the show tells us.  That’s what the show wants us to believe.

but that’s not the case at all dude

Viktor is already the best of the best in the ice skating world.  He’s climbed that peak, he’s bored of it, the build of his character throughout the show has confirmed this.  He was lost before he met Yuri. 

So now he’s started conquering a new mountain.  Coaching.  It’s harder than he thought it would be.  He’s not the best out there.  He has a long way to go and a lot to learn, but that’s exactly what he’s been craving all this time.  A new challenge.  And yes, he’s a fiercely competitive guy.  He likes being on top.  He’s already a legendary figure skater, so now he wants to be a legendary coach, too.

“Now I can feel new emotions in me flowing through Yuri.”

He’s just as ambitious as he was on the ice, but it’s evolved.  He wants to be the one to make Yuri succeed.  He wants to channel all his drive and fire through his student cuz that’s what coaches do.

“What should I give Yuri now?”

For the rest of the short programs, Viktor is hard at work analyzing the fuck out of the other routines.  Yurio makes changes to his program that break Viktor’s record; Viktor wants to take that and apply it to new programs for Yuri.  He ain’t jealous–he’s probably proud as hell!!  Same with Chris and Otabek.  These people are all Yuri’s competition now, and he’s so focused because he’s trying to learn from them, and figure what tools to give Yuri to help get him to the top.

Viktor has done all there is to do as a figure skater.  Of course he still loves it, of course it’s still his passion, but that passion is now flowing through Yuri, and that’s how Viktor wants it.  He wants to stay Yuri’s coach until they’re the most ferocious team out there.  He wants to reach the top again, and he wants to be the one to see Yuri with a gold medal and say “yeah, I’m his coach.”

don’t worry - i promise i haven’t forgotten ro!

I feel like we haven’t appreciated this moment as a fandom enough.

Like there was plenty of room behind her to walk but Fitz chooses to brush up against her to prolong the contact between them in that moment. Touches between these two are always significant and especially in this scene, it was a symbol of comfort between the two of them.

  • What she says: I'm about to watch Yuri on Ice, again, starting from episode 1
  • What she means: OMG IVE GOT TO REWATCH THIS WHOLE SERIES AND ANALYZE VICTOR AND WHAT HE DOES SAYS AND THINKS ABOUT YURI UNTIL I CAN ACCEPT THE REALITY THAT VICTOR HAS LOVED YURI THIS WHOLE SERIES AND EVERYTHING HE HAS DONE HAS BEEN WITH THE PURPOSE TO BE CLOSE AND PROTECT AND LOVE YURI AND THIS WHOLE TIME THEYRE FEELINGS HAVE BEEN SUBCONSCIOUSLY MuTUaL, AND THAT VICTOR WAS ALWAYS SECRETLY WISHING THEY COULD HAVE A TALK ABOUT "THAT" NIGHT!

Friends, the time has come. Brace yourselves, for I am going in to Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights. All I know so far is that somebody pitched a remake of Dirty Dancing during the Cuban revolution (didn’t we all feel the lack of Fidel Castro in the original??) and I’m just taking a moment to salute the bold artistic vision that thought those two things ought to be put together on screen

A Wish List for Carmilla Movie

As holidays approaching, I thought I’d list the things I wish to see in the movie 'cause it’s certainly one of my most expected projects to watch next year. There it goes:

1. Hollstein in a healthy relationship and staying as a solid couple for the whole movie.

2. Some sort of Hollstein sex scenes (and cute cuddles) in bed. 

3. Laura showing her abs. (How come we never get to see those killer abs in the series?)

4. Keep it light-hearted in general. No unnecessary angst. 

5. Tank tops and plaid shirts.

6. A wedding proposal.

There are days where I wish I could watch Avatar the Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra again for the first time to re-experience those feelings I got when I did watch them for the first time.

The excitement for new episodes and the love I felt for the series’ back then. I’ll never have that again just re-watching the two shows.

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My Reflections On Yesterday’s Women’s March

In eighth grade I discovered the musical Hair and watched it over and over and over again, blasting the soundtrack from my bedroom at full volume (sorry Mom and Dad). I became endlessly fascinated with the protests against the Vietnam War & the many civil rights movements of the 1960s and 70s, and wished desperately that I had been born earlier so I could have been a part of those crowds myself, demanding justice, demanding equality, and marching shoulder to shoulder with thousands in demonstrations for peace.

I didn’t know exactly what I was wishing for, of course, since along with that fiery passion of a movement comes its counterpart: horrible racism, war, and unspeakable inequality for so very many. I also didn’t realize, at the time, that my white, middle-class upbringing shielded me from the fact that those very same inequities were still at work in this country, still holding tight all around me, and that there were loud, angry, passionate, and incredible fighters still gathering, still protesting, still demanding that their voices be heard.

In the last two decades, I have come out and grown up as a queer woman. I have worked alongside thousands of people in efforts to bring equality, awareness, and change. In doing so I have also learned more about my own privilege, about pervasive, systemic racism, about the effects of sexism, ableism, transphobia, Islamophobia. I have learned what it feels like to be treated differently and to have rights taken away based on who or how I love. That work, and that ever-evolving awareness, echoed many of the sentiments of that 1960s activism I so admired.

Yesterday, though, I marched in a protest for the very first time. My fear of crowds finally met its match with the horrors I continue to see unfold in my country. I stood in a sea 750,000 people deep in downtown Los Angeles. I screamed and shouted: I am here, I am full of fire and life, I will not stand for the inequalities and injustices that still exist.

Millions of people stood up yesterday and screamed those same words. Together, we challenged the world to listen. The inequities, the sexism, the racism, the homophobia, the transphobia, all of it is being doused with gasoline by a new administration that does not include the interests or rights of millions of its citizens.

As I stood with my wife, with my sister, my family, I realized: I was there. I was in the pictures I had seen all those years ago. I was right in the middle of that moving sea of protest. My wish, both powerfully and devastatingly, had come true.

To those who still have yet to listen: I am not going to stop shouting. I ask you to please think about the fact that millions of people are all, in unison, telling you that we are facing danger, that we demand better, that we need you to step up. If that isn’t worthy of your deep, concerted consideration and engagement, then I ask you one more thing: what ever will be?

I honestly wish I could go back to having never seen Ghostbusters (2016) so I could then see it for the first time again and watch the fandom grow, discover new things and see the fresh excitement and overwhelming joy because it was amazing and the happiest moments of my life and I would like to re-discover it all again please and thank you.

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But enough of my sob stories. The reason I’m blogging about my life in the first place is to warn those wanting to become vampires. Most think the strength, the speed, the immortality are reason enough. But you’ll never feel the warmth of the sun on your skin again, you’ll have an insatiable thirst and you have to watch your friends and family grow old and die all around you.

The third point is why I have no friends. I’m also broke because finding work at night (other than becoming a criminal) is a pain. Plus today is the day I need to pay rent… I wish I knew how to hypnotize the landlor-

*Knock Knock*

“Who the fuc –” It’s 2am. Seriously, I have the rudest neighbours. I could be sleeping for all they kno-

The next knock was much louder 

“OKAY! Jeez, keep your pants on” *curses softly*

Sometimes I wish I could forget everything that happened in Xena so I could watch it all again from the beginning and relive all the feels I got the first time I saw this amazingness

You know, if magical wishes were real and I was given only one, it would be to live a single day with you day over and over forever.
It would be a little like Groundhog Day, in that it wouldn’t be identical every day; it would always start the same, in the same place but I could change the course of the day with the decisions that I made. Every day I would wake up beside you and spend every moment with you, only to fall asleep beside you and start the day over again.
I could repeat this day forever and never get bored… I could do all the things I wanted to do with you… all the things we never got a chance to do. We could sit on the beach and have fish and chips, we could watch the sunset together from a million different places, we could even shop for socks I really don’t care - it’s having endless chances to spend time with you that I’m really wishing for. We could go to that Italian restaurant we always said we’d go to but never did, we could watch every great film ever made and cuddle the whole way through or I could read you my favorite poem until you’d memorized it like I have.
It wouldn’t matter how many times we repeated that day – I would always find something to fill it with… I would always find a way to love you and make you smile…
And the saddest thing is that the one thing in the world I would wish for if I had the chance – to spend endless repetitive days with you just so I can love you and finally get it right - is an opportunity that somebody else already has…
I just hope they’re not taking it for granted…
—  Ranata Suzuki | If I had one wish
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“I wish that happy times could always last a long, long time. But that can’t be just a wish.”

Chiro from super robot monkey team hyperforce go, I have been looking at nostalgic show and this one just hit me, I totally forgot about it but I don’t how I did it cause this is awesome!! If you waiting for the new season of Viktor to come by just bench watch this show again cause this is as good I remember it, please watch it , I really wish this could be back.

Your Voice

Sorry I haven’t been very productive lately, I’ve been really busy at work recently and had a serious case of writer’s block. I wrote this to try to get over it, and I’m happy to say it worked. This is part one of a series I’m working on, and I’m pretty excited to see how it’ll turn out. I’ve also started working on the submissions again and will probably have some up by next week. So anyway, I hope you like it!

Here’s a link to Chapter 2 and Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5


707: Heya MC

MC: Heya God Seven

707: Hey God MC

ZEN: lolol What in the world are you two doing? Lolol

707: Playing God and Pauper

707: Hey Pauper Zen

ZEN: But both of you…

MC smiled as they watched as Seven teased Zen. They were on Seven’s route again, and it felt just like the first time. They laughed as they talked about how Jumin called Yoosung’s mom, MC really enjoyed watching it. They wished they could have been a bigger part of it.

Just when things were about to get serious, the messenger crashed, and the background switched from a blue sky, to a plain green with several zeros and ones. MC was scared. This wasn’t how they remembered Seven’s route. The screen went black and they suddenly got a call. The picture was black, and there was no name under it, but against their better judgment, they picked up the call, and they heard a familiar voice answer.

“Oh, you picked up. Thank god.”

This was surprising. They definitely didn’t remember him calling during this chat, and they haven’t even finished the chat yet. What was going on?

“MC? Are you there?”

MC waited for choices to show up, but the screen remained black. They began tapping on the screen, but nothing happened.

“MC, say something.”

Finally, MC decided to try something. They spoke up for the first time since they started playing that game. “H-hello?”

“Yes! MC!”

“Oh my god!” MC nearly dropped their phone.

“MC, I can’t believe I’m finally getting to hear your voice!”

MC was amazed. They couldn’t believe cheritz finally found a way to let the characters respond to the players’ voices. It was a bit strange since they haven’t even updated the game lately, but maybe that’s what that weird screen was for.

As if reading their mind, Saeyoung spoke, “This isn’t a dlc, MC.”

“What?”

“This is really me. Saeyoung. I hacked into the app so that I could finally talk to you.”

MC laughed a little. “Yes. Okay.” They thought that that call was probably a tutorial for when they got other calls. “Thank you, Seven.”

Saeyoung was getting frustrated. How would he get them to believe him? “MC, I’m serious. I’m really here.”

“Yes, I believe you.” MC said, trying to make their voice sound normal. Maybe it senses intonations too? They thought, Wow.

Saeyoung sighed. They really wouldn’t take him seriously. Well, I can’t blame them. He thought. He decided he’d have to prove it to them. “Hold on.”

“Saeyoung? Hello?” MC heard clacking on the other end of the line and felt their phone vibrate and saw the screen change. There, on the screen was Saeyoung waving at them. MC was speechless.

“Wow, you look even better than I imagined.”

“Oh my god, wow!”

Saeyoung hoped that MC would believe him then, but he knew they just thought this was another part of the app.  “You still don’t believe me.” He said defeated. It actually made MC feel a little bad.

He was about to give up when MC spoke again, “If you’re really who you say you are, then I want you to answer my questions.”

“I’ll answer anything, MC!”

It took some convincing, but eventually, MC finally believed him. MC lay on their bed, just enjoying Saeyoung’s company, even if it was just on the phone. They talked about whatever came to mind, and they loved it. It was everything they dreamed it would be.

“What’s it like?” Saeyoung suddenly asked, “Being real?”

“I don’t really know how to explain it. I’ve never really been anything else.” MC laughed. “All I can tell you is, it can be difficult. There’s no right way to get a happy ending. There aren’t any walkthroughs or cheats, and there’s no way to know if you’re on your way to getting a ‘good end’. And sometimes, you really can’t get it at all.“

Saeyoung listened quietly as MC continued.

"Games like mystic messenger can help a lot, but it can get lonely. But sometimes, that’s the reason you get into the game to begin with. It’s fun to joke about,” they laughed, “but it really is sad when you think about it. How it would be impossible to be with the characters you’ve grown so attached to. How no matter how many times you see them smiling at you on that screen, or how many times you finish the game, that’s all it’ll ever be. Them on the screen, and you right here.”

Saeyoung said nothing, and just thought about what MC said.

He was brought out of his thoughts when they spoke again, “What’s it like being in an app?”

It took him a moment to answer. “It’s hard.” Saeyoung finally said, “It it hurts to watch the one you lo-” Saeyoung cut himself off, “the person you care most about, go through the different routes, fall in love with different people, and leave you just watching as they profess their love to each other over and over again.”

MC was the quiet one this time. They thought about all the times they chose someone else’s route and how Saeyoung must have felt about it.

“And when they do choose your route, knowing that whatever you do, no matter how many times you get the good end, or normal end, or whatever, that’s all it’s going to be. That’s how it ends. Even if we get a new dlc, it would never compare to the real thing.” Saeyoung paused for a moment, “It doesn’t compare to how this feels right now, MC.”

MC blushed when he said that. He cared about them. He felt the same way they did. “I-is that why you hacked into the app?” They finally asked.

“Yes. I-I know I shouldn’t have, it was the most important rule, but I just wanted to talk to you for real. I’m sorry, MC.”

“No, Saeyoung! I’m glad you did. I’ve always wanted to talk to you for real too.”

“MC, you don’t know how happy I am to hear that!” Saeyoung tried to say something else, but the line was breaking up. MC checked their internet connection, but it was fine.

“Saeyoung?”

He was able to fix the line long enough to speak again, “MC, I have to go. There’s something wrong. I added my number to your contacts list, you can all me during the times we have chats together. I’ll call you again soon. I-” The connection was lost before he could continue.

MC happily stared at their phone. They couldn’t believe this was happening. They finally had a chance to have something more with Saeyoung, they were over the moon. They thought about calling him, but they knew that they had to wait until the next Seven chat. They weren’t quite sure what was going on, but at that moment, it didn’t matter. They were going to enjoy this for as long as it would last.