First of all, we don’t actually see Kookie in the room, but we know where he is because Tae sings his name and looks at him at the end of the video, proof:
The above happens almost at the end of the video but please notice the direction he’s looking as he’s singing to Kookie above. Remember the direction!
Let’s proceed to the start of the video where Tae starts singing.. Again, notice the direction he’s looking as he sings different songs (aka exactly the same direction!).. And also please notice the lyrics he sings when he looks in that specific direction (aka in Kookie’s direction!
We know Tae, we know.
We still know.
Kookie, please just look at him?
Fourth: Aka the one that killed me.. He added the *no* himself and then stopped smiling! Poor TaeTae..
In conclusion, this bangtan bomb might not have seemed very Taekook-ish, but as with everything Tae and Kookie related, it’s Taekook AF, we just had to pay attention!
Rodriguez: […] But this is an important scene because this is where you find out Kate’s been killed. And your reaction— it was cool watching this because I was like ‘I want to see how my scene came out since I wasn’t there,’ make sure I don’t have to go reshoot anything. But you did such a terrific job. Madison: I really love your reaction in this scene, DJ. Rodriguez: Yeah, it’s so great. Madison: Because I think it’s so sad that you left Kate on the side of the road, or while you gave her money, and then— DJ: Yeah. Madison: Now she’s dead. DJ: He feels responsible.
(Robert Rodriguez, Madison Davenport, and DJ Cotrona in the “Santa Sangre” DVD commentary )
I just saw ip man today and I'm crying these rare cryptid healthy hets are so in love how is this possible?
AGH I’M GLAD AND THEY ARE !!! THEY REALLY ARE ! and like they just… get better with every movie…? which is…? ultra rare..? the third one killed me they’re so good. it made me believe hets are capable of attachment… after all this time
beaten two of Amarantha’s tasks, but I knew—knew it deep in my bones—that the
third would be the one to kill me. After what had happened to her sister, what
Jurian had done, she would never let me leave here alive. I couldn’t entirely
blame her; I doubted I would ever forget or forgive something like that being
done to Nesta or Elain, no matter how many centuries had passed.
@the King of Hybern: this foreshadowing says you fucked up big time buddy.
So more with my favorite Turian. We’ll call this: Part 2. Again, this is in no particular order–just how I remembered them. And again, this is not all of Garrus’ dialogue, just my favorites. In fact, I know I’m missing or forgetting so much! You all know the third one is going to kill me, right?
Shepard: Archangel? Archangel:*removes helmet* Shepard … I thought you were dead. Shepard: Garrus!
Shepard: How’d you manage to piss off every major merc organization in the Terminus System? Garrus: It wasn’t easy. I really had to work at it.
Garrus: If you were turian, I’d be complimenting your waist or your fringe. So your … um … hair … looks good. And your waist is very … supportive. Hopefully that’s not offensive in human culture—crap … I knew I should have watched the vids.
Shepard: What if we skipped right to the tie-breaker? We could test your reach and my flexibility. Garrus: Oh! I didn’t … hmm. Never knew you had a weakness for men with scars. Well … why the hell not? There’s nobody in this galaxy I respect more than you. If we can figure out a way to make it work … then … yeah, definitely.
Shepard: Since when did you start calling yourself Archangel? Garrus: It’s just a name the locals gave me for … all my good deeds. Ha … I don’t mind it, but please … it’s ah … just ‘Garrus’ to you.
Garrus: Are we crazy to even be thinking about this? I’m not—look, Shepard, I know you can find something a little closer to home. Shepard: I don’t want something closer to home. I want you. I want someone I can trust. Garrus: I … can do that.
Garrus: If I wanted to do more than take your shields down, I’d have done it.
Shepard: You know, Garrus, if you’re not comfortable with this, it’s okay. I’m not trying to pressure you. Garrus: Shepard … you’re about the only friend I’ve got left in this screwed up galaxy. I’m not gonna pretend I’ve got a fetish for humans, but this isn’t about that. This is about us. You don’t ever have to worry about making me uncomfortable. Nervous … yes. But never uncomfortable.
Garrus: A quarantine zone for a plague that kills turians. Why don’t we go anywhere nice? Shepard: It’s safer to stick with a squad that’s immune to the plague. Garrus: It’s your call, Shepard. If you need me, I’m not going to let a cough keep me back.
Garrus: Is it hot in here, or is it just— *begins coughing*. Oh … that’s not good.
Garrus: You ever miss those talks we used to have on the elevator? Tali: No. Garrus: Come on … remember how we’d all ask you about life on the Flotilla? It was an opportunity to share. Tali: This conversation is over. Garrus: Tell me again about your immune system. Tali: I have a shotgun. Garrus: Mmmaybe we’ll talk later.
Shepard: So when should I book the room? Garrus: I’d wait if you’re okay with it. Disrupt the crew a little as possible. Take that last chance to find some calm just before the storm. You know me, always like to savor that last shot before popping the heatsink. Shepard:*smirks* Garrus: Wait … that metaphor just went somewhere horrible. Shepard: I’ll let you get back to work. Garrus: Riiight … cause I’m in a great place to optimize firing algorithms right now.
Niftu Cal: Bah! I will wreak a revenge upon his people! But first … the leader of these mercenaries is in the next room! I shall toss Wasea about like a rag doll! Garrus: Shepard … this guy couldn’t tie his bootlaces, much less fight. Niftu Cal: I will tear her apart! My biotic are unstoppable! Shepard: Wasea will tear you apart. Take a nap—you’ll feel better. Niftu Cal: Are you mad? I’m unstoppable! Feasting on her biotic-rich blood— Shepard:*knocks him over* Niftu Cal: *getting up slowly* But … great wind. Biotic God. I’m … I … what was I saying? I’m … tired. You may be right. Yes … I’m tired. I’ll nap. Destroy the universe later … Garrus:*watches Niftu stumble away* So much for Godhood.
Garrus: Part of me still thinks we’re crazy for even considering blowing off steam. But I want to try it with you. I want a few moments that are just for us, before we throw ourselves into hell for the good of the galaxy. Shepard: I want that too, Garrus. Garrus: Glad to hear it. I’ll do some … uh … research. And figure out how to … you know. Shepard:*raises brow* Garrus: Okay, that sounded bad.
Shepard: I couldn’t do this without you, Garrus. Garrus: Sure you could. Not as stylishly, of course.
Shepard: Have you got a minute? Garrus: Can it wait for a bit? I’m in the middle of some calibrations.
Mordin: Repurposed Krogan hospital. Sturdy. Built to withstand punishment. Garrus: That’s unfortunate. Hospitals aren’t fun to fight through. Shepard: What is fun to fight through? Garrus: Gardens. Electronic shops. Antique stores … but only if they’re classy.
Shepard: My name is Shepard and I’m here to get you off this ship. Jack: I’m not going anywhere with you. You’re Cerberus. Shepard: I’m offering to be your friend. You don’t want to be my enemy. Garrus: They have a way of dying.
Garrus: Nobody would give me a mirror. How bad is it? Shepard: Hell Garrus, you were always ugly. Slap some face paint on there and no one will even notice. Garrus: Ha–ah … don’t make me laugh, damn it. My face is barely holding together as it is. Some women find facial scars attractive. Mind you, most of these women are krogan.
Harkin: I don’t give out client information. It’s bad for business. Garrus: You know what else is bad for business? A broken neck.
Tali: My brain agrees with you. My gut says I should jack his suits olfactory filters so that everything smells like refuse! Zaeed: A rifle butt to the head would be faster. Garrus: Remind me never to get on your bad side.
Bailey: … Selling illegal VI personalities. Actually, he was selling one of you. Shepard: Me? Bailey: Yeah. When you erased a file it would say, ‘I delete data like you on the way to real errors.’ Garrus: That’s pretty extreme, Commander. Shepard: Laugh it up, Garrus.
Garrus: It’s easy to see the world in black and white. Grey? I don’t know what to do with grey.
Garrus: I’ll find some music and do some research It will either be a night to treasure … or a horrible interspecies awkwardness thing. In which case, fighting the Collectors will be a welcome distraction. Sooo … you know, win either way.
Garrus: I’ve never considered cross-species intercourse. And damn … saying it that way doesn’t help. Now I feel dirty … and clinical.