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sineala is talking about due South over here and specifically what a troll Fraser was. I watched it as a kid with my dad, and I doubt troll was a verb at that time, but I absolutely enjoyed Fraser's sense of humor and that style of passive delivery.

I saw The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent and . . . it's fine. Probably wait for it to stream unless you're a fan of Pedro Pascal's face - which was delightful. I was very confused by Nicky, but ( apparently )

Watched The Batman it was good, way better than I expected. The music was excellent, it really reminded me of some of the God of War III temple music. I would absolutely like to see the evolution here for Brucie and the addition of a Robin or two. I'm not holding my breath, but definitely second favorite live action Batman after Michael Keaton.

Finished Halloween Kills since I walked out of the theater it was so stupid. It continued to be absolutely the worst.

( sunday six - from my psychic wolves Sam/Bucky. The preshow when they're talking about the order and what happens next. )

ourflagmeansgay if you'd like it!

So, I thought I might try this. Maybe it'll help get me typing more.

I started this, wow, over a year ago or geeze, maybe closer to two at this point? Watching Fighting With My Family last month kicked the interest up again. Anyway, I present you a bundle of sentences from a wip -> MCU as wrestling entertainment!

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“I can’t believe you screwjobbed Steve! I mean Captain America is half of all your merchandising!” Sam paced on their side of the table, unwilling to even attempt to settle down. He and Steve had been herded into the makeshift conference room straight from the ring, still covered in sweat and disappointment. “What the fuck? What the ever-loving fuck!”

He and Steve were on one side of the table. Pierce, Rumlow, and their mystery guest took up the opposite side. Brock slumped like he was bored by the whole display, though he kept a tight hold on his ill-gotten championship belt. Pierce sat straight as always, pressed suit and tie in perfect order while he steepled his fingers in front of his chest. The other guy, he hadn’t even bothered to remove his muzzle, his eye black bled across his face, and his hair looked like it had never met a brush it hadn’t beat into submission.