Spies did not exist before spy films. The first spies were only trained after governments around the world saw the earliest spy thrillers and thought every other country already had them, so they needed to as well.
Well, these two panels make me believe that JinMom assasinating her son wouldn’t be as simple as we may assume. Take a notice that she seems to pity him - she probably understands that this is not his fault that he participates in his father’s murders. He is too little to comprehend it.
She may think that if she were more careful about choosing her husband and cared better after her child, Jin wouldn’t be involved in this bloody shit. The milk is spilled and she knows she can’t just go back in time.
She perhaps tried to kill Jin in order to protect his mentality beacuse growing up he would understand all those bad things he was doing. She wanted to save him from becoming ruthless murderer. It was all she was able to do for him - beacuse it was too late. Too late to fix anything.
I’ll ask people in the true crime community here if you want to participate as actors and then we’ll all become bad ass and famous and make the best movie ever and everyone will remember us and asdfgjdklmn I’m being slightly hypomanic again, I can’t even get to wake up in the morning without throwing angry and sleepy fits, let alone become a movie director…..
What I'm thinking:
Why does Michael Jackson take that girl out into the middle of the woods to ask her to be his girl in the that movie at the beginning of the Thriller music video if he knows he's gonna transform and want to kill her? That's so wildly irresponsible. I mean, I know they ran out of gas, but c'mon, dude, you had to have known that was coming. At the very least, drive on the main roads so she can run to somewhere safe and not fall down helpless on a pile of evergreen bushes, I mean, why did you have to go so far out of town? Get it together man, you obviously knew what was going to happen so why didn't you plan ahead and get gas ahead of time. Or maybe just not going out with her on that particular night? Unless this happens every Wednesday. In which case, don't take your girl out on a Wednesday. Are you stupid? Speaking of Wednesday, how did those cops know where to find the guy? Literally 8 seconds after he attacks the girl, the cop finds him. Is he a serial killer? Is that how he gets his victims? Takes 'em out on dates, ask 'em to be his girl and then kills them? Does he re-use the same ring on each of them? I'm glad the real Michael Jackson put that disclaimer at the beginning or else I woulda thought he was one messed up guy.
“Do you fear me, Detective Y/L/N?” His light voice echoed through the destroyed room, sending chills up and down your spine.
4 years you had worked day and night for this exact moment, the moment you would finally point your gun towards Byun Baekhyun, leader of the most complex criminal network of all Asia and one of the top ten of Interpol’s most wanted.
I initially thought… wow Wilson would be floored by the special effects in modern thrillers! Then I thought…. wow Wilson would be floored by the existence of television sets! Here he is marveling at an old black and white TV.
I found this AU… “Your window was open and you live across from me so I saw and heard you in your underwear, singing and dancing ridiculously and I really wanna get to know you cause you’re pretty hot and I might have a crush on you.”
I had to.
Levy McGarden was enjoying a peaceful afternoon in her NYC apartment, sitting on her windowsill reading a new novel, with a glass of iced tea next to her, listening to the hustle and bustle of the city below her. Just as she was reaching a major plot twist in her thriller, her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a loud guitar blasting from the apartment building across from her. “What the hell..” As she turned to see what was causing all the noise, in the room directly across from her on the other side of the small alleyway that separated the buildings, a tall man, with thick, black hair down his back, clad in nothing but his grey boxers, came into her view, completely unaware of his one-woman audience. The volume of the music was completely forgotten as her neighbor began to put on a show by (unknowingly) serenading the small woman.
“I’m tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface I don’t know what you’re expecting of me Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes…”
Levy had bust out laughing at the man, holding the invisible mic, belting it out and giving it his all, like he was really in front of a live audience. “Linkin Park huh? Nicccccce.” she said to herself with a laugh.
“I’ve become so numb, I can’t feel you there Become so tired, so much more aware By becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you.”
She let him finish his performance, watching his every dance move, and hip thrust, and listening to his (amazing?) singing. All the while her eyes trailed down his muscled torso and back, damn.
Once Gajeel finished his jaw-dropping, fuckin AMAZING song, complete with a bow to the crowd and all, wondering why someone didn’t just sign him on the spot, he heard a small sound from outside his window.
His open window.
Someone was clapping from the other apartment building. For him? “Fuccckk fuck fuck.” He swallowed his pride, and stuck his head out the window, to find a very pretty lady with blue hair clapping for him.
“Heard all that didn’t ya?” he grumbled.
“Hahaha oh yes, and saw all of it too,” she added with a wink.
“Hey, but I thought you did a very good job, and you don’t look half bad either,” the bluenette said with a giggle. “My name’s Levy.”
“Gajeel, and ya like whatcha see don’t ya? Gihihi.”
Levy blushed, and retorted with, “Well why don’t you bring that fine ass over here then so I can find out more about you, other than you are a master on stage,” with a look only the devil himself could mimic. “4th floor, room 405.”
“See ya soon shorty,” as he ran to find some pants to put on before he went to meet this cute, but feisty new neighbor.