SO Excited 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!

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…?”

Yixing announcing his big fat crush on Xukun to the world

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”

Love it & them 💛

Just a quick Eyk and Maura before returning to rewatching 1889 ;)

Ist wahrscheinlich meine, jedoch noch nicht fertig und bestimmt verbesserungswürdig. Die Umarmung nehme ich aber schonmal. 😂🥰

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

Random friend: Helen Pevensie, your children are just so well behaved and mature. I can’t imagine having children who act as nicely as yours do.

“Pile on Pete!” Lucy yells and they all jump onto Peter who grunts and grumbles but doesn’t push them off.

Peter and Edmund hitting each other with sticks in the back garden

Susan and Peter telling Edmund to eat his vegetables and him telling them that he’s an adult and he will eat his vegetables when he wants to. And to back off.

Lucy climbing a tree in her nice clothes because “I’m really good mum don’t worry it’s like the trees taught me”

Susan sneaking back inside at midnight with an empty quiver and bow. “I can explain”

Peter and Edmund routinely leaving school grounds on weekends to see Lucy and Susan at their own school.

Lucy spending more time with girls twice her age than other 10 year olds.

Edmund always sneaking away from the children’s section in the library and getting books on gory battles and great military failures.

Peter getting in fights over stepped on toes.

Lucy fighting bedtime every chance she gets.

All of them accidentally drinking wine on more than one occasion because they saw the glass and didn’t think about where they were.

Lucy somehow knowing how to punch.

Edmund ‘borrowing’ a horse from the school coach house to go riding over the weekend while he was bored.

Susan always spilling flour over the kitchen when she’s tasked with dinner and Peter can’t do dishes without soaking everyone in the kitchen.

All of them being terrible about cleaning up after themselves because they got so used to having staff to do those sorts of things.

Lucy forgetting electricity is a thing and taking candles to read in the dark, which half terrifies her parents. She gets lots of playing with fire lectures.

Edmund and Lucy releasing all of their cousin’s science project subjects.

All four of them routinely covered in mud and brambles from the woods.

“Yes, I’m not sure how they all got to be like this,” Mrs. Pevensie laughs awkwardly. “It certainly wasn’t me.”

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????

Literally the perfect scenario.

is it wrong that I really hope they go down the Alicent x Criston path …

But specifically I want those two to be so entrenched in their own morals and ideals that they hurt from want. I need heavy breathing, and lingering touches!! I want lustful looks, and internal turmoil!! I want them to both be so consumed by their hatred for Rhaenyra and her freedom that they deny themselves the pleasure of being loved !!!!! I want anguish and self denial and self righteousness that drives them to sickness with desire … I want those bastards to be so in love that they’re miserable