#8.2

[oldmanffucker]

"the dean of your old hospital is here"

and when house finds out the dean is a "he", he shows up in the visiting room with his hair slicked back with water ermmm okayyy....so you thought it was wilson and made yourself pretty...okayy..

[bungoustraydogs-tr]

Bungou Stray Dogs Gaiden 8.2. Bölüm: Yolcu Treni / Sabah / Bulutlu ②

[radish-club]

At the Levithan fight already? I know about this fight by reputation and assumed it was much further into the story. Unless this is a fake out which I doubt.

[larry-is-my-anchor1]

Episode 2, of season 8 of 911, called When the Boeing Gets Tough, why does this show make me so very happy?!

I’m guessing this is how captain Gerard, the bafoon goes on leave and perhaps Nash can return?

Seriously why does Athena having to keep being put through crap?!!

I understand even good people go through bad things and it’s a show. Except I’ve kind of grown to like the 911 family and I want them to be ok.

The “film” Bobby is working on, cast a British actor to work on the fake film. Did 911 the show do this as a nod to Oliver?

I hope not because the character of the fake movie/captain played very well by British actor Callum Blue, is a prick.

I remember Callum from one of my very favorite shows Dead Like Me.

I love when Buck yells out “How long does it take to shoot a scene?!” Snort.

And that poor passenger trying to help save her seat mate yells out “Does anyone here have erectile dysfunction?” And the older couple across from them who look at her, then the wife starts swatting the husband like give her your meds. Lol!

And the geriatric couple comes through again for the win! The wife had a nebulizer.

The scene with the shiv lol! Like that athlete was very lucky Dennis was on the flight.

How does this show keep finding such good character actors? From the Asian couple, to the lady with the dog to the actor playing Dennis. They’re all impressive. In addition to the cast.

Athena never reached Bobby, but Buck finally speaks to Bobby, to let him know sheepishly Athena is flying the plane. Bobby’s response is “Of course she is.” That scene had me laughing out loud.

[drjohndisco]

Daniel: [sighs] This military outpost can't function without a sassy bitch. I can't believe I'll have to take this position, now that Jack's gone.

Sam: You don't have to.

Daniel (louder): Can't believe you're making me do this!

[archivistsammy]

stackednatural, october 10 (1/2)

8.2 “what’s up, tiger mommy?” // 15.1 “back and to the future”

[dailyanneofgreengables]

Chapter 8: Anne’s Bringing Up Is Begun (part 2)

Anne promptly departed for the sitting-room across the hall; she failed to return; after waiting ten minutes Marilla laid down her knitting and marched after her with a grim expression. She found Anne standing motionless before a picture hanging on the wall between the two windows, with her eyes a-star with dreams. The white and green light strained through apple trees and clustering vines outside fell over the rapt little figure with a half-unearthly radiance.

“Anne, whatever are you thinking of?” demanded Marilla sharply.

Anne came back to earth with a start.

“That,” she said, pointing to the picture—a rather vivid chromo entitled, “Christ Blessing Little Children”—“and I was just imagining I was one of them—that I was the little girl in the blue dress, standing off by herself in the corner as if she didn’t belong to anybody, like me. She looks lonely and sad, don’t you think? I guess she hadn’t any father or mother of her own. But she wanted to be blessed, too, so she just crept shyly up on the outside of the crowd, hoping nobody would notice her—except Him. I’m sure I know just how she felt. Her heart must have beat and her hands must have got cold, like mine did when I asked you if I could stay. She was afraid He mightn’t notice her. But it’s likely He did, don’t you think? I’ve been trying to imagine it all out—her edging a little nearer all the time until she was quite close to Him; and then He would look at her and put His hand on her hair and oh, such a thrill of joy as would run over her! But I wish the artist hadn’t painted Him so sorrowful looking. All His pictures are like that, if you’ve noticed. But I don’t believe He could really have looked so sad or the children would have been afraid of Him.”

“Anne,” said Marilla, wondering why she had not broken into this speech long before, “you shouldn’t talk that way. It’s irreverent—positively irreverent.”

Anne’s eyes marveled.

“Why, I felt just as reverent as could be. I’m sure I didn’t mean to be irreverent.”

“Well I don’t suppose you did—but it doesn’t sound right to talk so familiarly about such things. And another thing, Anne, when I send you after something you’re to bring it at once and not fall into mooning and imagining before pictures. Remember that. Take that card and come right to the kitchen. Now, sit down in the corner and learn that prayer off by heart.”

Anne set the card up against the jugful of apple blossoms she had brought in to decorate the dinner-table—Marilla had eyed that decoration askance, but had said nothing—propped her chin on her hands, and fell to studying it intently for several silent minutes.

“I like this,” she announced at length. “It’s beautiful. I’ve heard it before—I heard the superintendent of the asylum Sunday school say it over once. But I didn’t like it then. He had such a cracked voice and he prayed it so mournfully. I really felt sure he thought praying was a disagreeable duty. This isn’t poetry, but it makes me feel just the same way poetry does. ‘Our Father who art in heaven hallowed be Thy name.’ That is just like a line of music. Oh, I’m so glad you thought of making me learn this, Miss—Marilla.”

“Well, learn it and hold your tongue,” said Marilla shortly.

Anne tipped the vase of apple blossoms near enough to bestow a soft kiss on a pink-cupped bud, and then studied diligently for some moments longer.

“Marilla,” she demanded presently, “do you think that I shall ever have a bosom friend in Avonlea?”

“A—a what kind of friend?”

“A bosom friend—an intimate friend, you know—a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul. I’ve dreamed of meeting her all my life. I never really supposed I would, but so many of my loveliest dreams have come true all at once that perhaps this one will, too. Do you think it’s possible?”

“Diana Barry lives over at Orchard Slope and she’s about your age. She’s a very nice little girl, and perhaps she will be a playmate for you when she comes home. She’s visiting her aunt over at Carmody just now. You’ll have to be careful how you behave yourself, though. Mrs. Barry is a very particular woman. She won’t let Diana play with any little girl who isn’t nice and good.”

[and-i-stare-at-your-hands]

Well, from the trailer, I can confirm the final season of Wentworth is going to absolutely devastate me

Wentworth // 8B // Trailer