Being On Rh*enicent Twitter During The Alicole Leaks Pre S2 Was The Funniest Thing Ive Ever Seen In My

Gosh I love them so much, can't believe I missed that.

Also a Nine Percent Reunion in the Year 2024 !!! I miss them all so bad will have to rewatch IP now.

NINEPERCENT GROUP LIVE ON WEIBO (zzt wzy wlk)

theyve talked about getting linong, chengcheng, justin and zhangjing on too (no other two but i guess i was expecting that…)

they sang a bit of mack daddy and started talking about how they never actually recorded it (CRIMINAL)

linkai complimented zhengting’s ep <3 and his long hair LOL

zhengting is complaining about justin rejecting his live request NDJSINFUHSNJ jiazheng in 2024 bless (“hes sleeping”)

“happy 6 years” DEAD. IM DEAD.

“bro i miss you”

talking about the last day… eating hotpot and drinking…

“do you remember the house the nine of us lived in? i miss that time so much”

DOING THE NINE HANDSIGN BUT ZHENGTING IS LAGGING SO HES NOT DOING ANYTHING (OK HE DID IT)

every time they say “the nine of us” my heart feels like exploding

“if we’ve changed, it’s only that we’ve gotten older”

“we changed clothes together” (linkai to ziyi) NPC LORE IN 2024?

“hello i’m zhu-zheng-ting” THEY ARE STILL CLOWNING HIM. AFTER SIX YEARS

why is zhengting eating a cucumber like a banana

“if its still the three of us next year im leaving the group chat”

“the next time we meet we should do an offline live”

episode 4 >> episode 6

SO excited for this!!!

Tom Glynn Carney and Phia Saban on how they approach playing siblings/married couple as Aegon and Helaena

the next three months are about to be the greatest fic era in this fandom's history

Nick probably wont get the headcanon last name we have created for him of Danforth-Evans because of Disney copyright things. but what if Kenny just cast Corbin Bleu and Lucas Grabeel as his dads and gave them names like slightly different. Chad Danforth= Charlie Davis and Ryan Evans= Ryland Easton anyone? Totally different characters right?

Das freut mich zu hören :)

Ja sag amal??? Ich mach da ganz mies gestimmt ao3 auf und geh auf Tatort UND SEH NE ROSA HERZOG/JAN PAWLAK FIC?????? WAAAAAAAS????

Edmund: Its so strange to see another human in Narnia that isnt my sibling, but im glad youre here

Caspian: I can imagine

Edmund: I mean, finally theres someone who understands all of the human culture who I can talk to without bickering, but still, when I saw those two Telmarine guys I was like "JESUS CHRIST THERES MORE", haha, you know?

Caspian: ... yeah...yeah I get it, I understand everything... everything human- just a quick question uh... whats a jesus christ?

Edmund: s-

Edmund: sorry what

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Peter: oi mate could you pass me a bo'lo'wa'er please

Caspian, crying: SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT HES SAYING

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Lucy (on the dawn treader): Well thats quite a storm, its raining cats and dogs out there!

Caspian: ... I...Im pretty sure its raining water

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Susan, struggling to string her bow: *quietly* fuck

Caspian: whats a 'fuck'?

Susan, whos bared witness to all of his confusion and had to explain everything for the past 72 hours: I dont have time for this

I really love how Gaius evolved trough the seasons. This will be perfect !

Yooo, I thought Gaius may be the centurion asking Jesus to heal his slave too!!! Granted, the slave mentioned might've been adult and I didn't recall Gaius specify exactly how old his son and servant are, but Quintus once addressed him as "centurion" soooo... I think they're heading in that direction.🤔

yess! i'm fairly sure it's Gaius. I also rewatched the s3 trailer and saw this:

so it's probably the servant boy that will be sick that this season!

YOU. Because of you I had an Aemond x Helaena dream last night. I don't remember much but I think they were talking about their kids.

me every single time I get a aemond x helaena ask

Whiteman’s  lounging with a whisky, looking comfortably casual in a pair of chinos and a t-shirt—blazer combination. He might be taken for any young, up-and-coming London professional out for a drink to celebrate the long weekend. Hillinghead, by contrast, looks like he should be at a wedding- the man’s in a three piece suit and the most complexly knotted tie she’s ever seen.  Still, Shahara’s hardly going to judge him for feeling more comfortable completely covered up and the man is (she still can’t really wrap her head around this) a Victorian. He’s got a pint of beer in front of him, though it doesn’t look like he’s touched it. 

She takes the first of the two empty seats at their table, her coke sloshing over the side of the glass as she sits, and remarks: “You two found your way around alright then?”

Whiteman sniffs sharply and half shrugs. “Fine. Nice to see the place not bombed to bits and rationing over.”

“It’s so- loud,” Hillinghead murmurs. “And crowded, and it smells-”

“It’s always smelled,” Whiteman interjects. “What, was it all roses in your time? I don’t believe that.”

“No,” Hillinghead stresses. “But it is- more.” he rubs the bridge of his nose.  “Have you heard from-” He freezes, staring at something just over Whiteman’s shoulder. Shahara can read a shift in to flight-or-fight posture easily and from the way he’s suddenly more alert, Whiteman’s clocked that something’s got Hilinghead spooked as well.

“Problem?” he asks quietly, in his clipped, cockney accent; a half-strangled vowel slips from Hillinghead’s throat and Shahara turns to see what he’s looking at. There’s two men enjoying what’s clearly a date, holding hands and locking lips. Shahara sighs internally, bracing herself for a slew of Victorian attitudes- “Yeah,” she says, a little sarcastically- Hillinghead’s knuckles have gone white, he’s clenching his fist so hard. The gold of his wedding band stands stark against it. “That’s allowed, nowadays- we don’t care.” 

“Hm?” Whiteman glances around- there’s a moment where Shahara thinks she’s gonna have to deal with 1940s attitudes as well, but Whiteman turns back, uninterested. “Fair enough.” he starts patting himself down, like he’s looking for something in his pockets. 

“They can-” Hillinghead murmurs. “I could…” He swipes for the beer and downs a quarter of the pint in one. Now Whiteman looks interested, he pauses his search, leans right forward and says, smirking, “Detective Inspector Hillinghead. Do you have a fancy man?”

Hillinghead sputters and brings down the glass. “Are you twelve?” he demands, something of the outraged parent seeping into his tone as– he’s blushing, Shahara realises. He’s actually blushing. 

“Are you-?” She asks, leaning forward, and she knows it’s rude and none of her business, but still. “Are you gay?” The wedding ring. “Bi?”she suggests, as a follow up, and then: “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“I- what? I-” he looks back at the couple, then grabs his beer again. “I have- I have a- I have Henry,” he downs more of the beer. “It-it would be nice, to- to not…” he trails off, his eyes drifting away from both of them.

“See, I’ve always been a bachelor- a bachelor bachelor, not a confirmed bachelor, myself, but I - fuck, I left my cigars and my lighter in the other jacket-”

“Language,” Hilinghead reprimands at the same time as Shahara says: “You can’t smoke in here anyway.”

Whiteman drops his elbow to the table and points at her. “You what?”

“No smoking in public places, it’s banned.”

Whiteman flops back in his seat and grabs for his whisky. “The future is bollocks.” he drains the glass and slams it down. “Good whisky though. So. While we wait for Maplewood to join us….Hillinghead can kiss blokes, and I can’t smoke in a pub. What else should we know about this 2023, then…?”