The way Suyeon fights tooth and nail for Woo Young Woo despite the fact that she also gets frustrated with Woo Young Woo from time to time and knows that she would lose to Woo Young Woo on an even playing field.

The way Suyeon gets angry when Woo Young Woo says, "It's not easy for someone to like me," and puts herself down because to Suyeon, liking and helping Woo Young Woo has always been second nature to her.

The way Suyeon confronts Junho about his feelings, and urges him to tell Woo Young Woo if he is serious but only if he's serious, because not once did she think that Woo Young Woo was undeserving of a romantic relationship.

Because no matter what, she's gonna stand up and bat for Woo Young Woo every single time.

im so mixed on extraordinary attorney woo bc like getting abled characters to pretend to have intellectual disabilities is straight up vile, but the conversations they were having around intellectual disability were mostly so good. and like im really hating the romance because wyw is like this really charming character to the audience but the chemistry is sooo onesided that i like 1. dont really believe she cares about that guy and 2. as a result dont really get what he sees in her bc u dont really see her like doing anything to show she cares abt him or anything that would mean he likes being around her etc i get wanting to be like oh the autistic girl gets the normie guy every1 wants rather than the stereotypical autistic unloveable weirdo gets another autistic unloveable weirdo, but its just done so badlyyyyyyy largely bc of the fact its an abled person doing an autistic impression 😭 theres no real sense of like how autistic people show our affection theres just her telling him she likes him and then continuing to not really seem like she does................. it literally feels for any NT ppl watching like an advert for NOT dating an autistic person bc itll just be you acting like their carer all the time and them basically ignoring you & your feelings its so weirddd i also feel like they didnt really try and write like an autistic character’s romantic life, they just tried to do like standard romcom office romance and then throw their autistic character into it u_u like the romance is so offputting to me n its frustrating bc the idea of an autistic woman being shown as lovable and desirable is so great but it falls so flat that its kinda worse than if they didnt do it -_-

We need to talk about Jack

I have searched high and low for someone, anyone to write a post about Jack from While You Were Sleeping.Why do we need to talk about him? His character is a masterclass on how to present male leads in a cheesy rom-com movie and is surprisingly unproblematic in what would be a very problematic situation if it wasn't fictional!

To begin; Story. While You Were Sleeping (WYWS) is a 1995 holiday rom-com which starred and helped launch Sandra Bullock. Bullock plays Lucy, a lonely train booth worker in Chicago. She develops a passing crush on a daily commuter by the name of Peter. And I say passing, because it’s harmless until Peter falls onto the train tracks, into a coma and is ultimately saved by Lucy; thus cementing Lucy in the life of Peter and his family forever. Due to a mix-up at the hospital, Peter’s family believe Lucy is Peter’s finance and Lucy (being as lonely and awkward as she is) goes along with it and spends Christmas. All is doing swimmingly until Jack, Peter’s brother comes into the mix and falls for Lucy. She does the same too...

While the film bears many of the classic rom-com issues (marriage proposal after weeks of acquaintance, almost affairs, dead family trope etc.) Jack as a character is comparatively clean when sided against many other leading men in romantic films, even contemporary ones.

1. We as viewers see the two romantic leads get to know each other first. I don’t know about you, but meet-cutes rarely happen in real life. It is so refreshing to see a film where love grows from a firm foundation of friendship, which is so much more true to life. I know it can be difficult in a 90 min film to properly develop friendship when the end goal is romance, but my god! It is so much more satisfying this way! Do it more movie makers!

2. Jack actually has a character arc! In the beginning, Jack is working in the family business, which is father wants him to take on one day. We see him struggle with being the good son, he loves his family, but also wants to break out on his own. And by the end he finds the courage to do so, and actually finds out its really not so much of a big deal. A character arc for the supporting male lead? What?! The genre of the romantic comedy is filled with stagnant love interests, with no actual goals or desires outside of the main plot. Can I repeat the term refreshing? Well its my post so yes; Character arcs for love interests are R-E-F-R-E-S-H-I-N-G-!

3. He never tells Lucy his feelings. Um what? No, this is good. See, Lucy is (in Jack’s eyes) engaged to his brother for the majority of the movie. Now despite his smitten feelings for the sweater-clad Lucy, he respects what he believes to be her feelings for his brother. This makes it so much more frustrating for viewers, who know of Jack and Lucy’s feelings. JUST TELL EACH OTHER HOW YOU REALLY FEEL! God I love it.

4. He makes her laugh. This kind of goes hand-in-hand with the whole friendship thing, but when do you see romantic leads doubling over from laughing? NEVER! Making each other laugh is a sign of great chemistry between two people, so why don't rom-coms have more banter and humour? I don't know! They should!

5. That “leaning” scene... thats all I’m writing for point five. The “leaning” scene. It’s just *chef kiss*. Also the fact Sandra Bullock absolutely smacks the hell out of Bill Pullman’s face with a two-way door will never not be funny.

Thats it. feel free to add more if you have secret feelings Bill Pullman’s Jack. Let them be known!! Xx

WYW Chapter 2: Trying New Things

Ron sat at the kitchen table of the Burrow, his fingers entwined around a now cold mug of tea. The thoughts were buzzing round his brain so fast he couldn’t make heads or tails of them. All he could do was repeat the words ‘Ron, I’m pregnant’ in his head, and watch it coming from his sister's perfectly soft pink lips, and he hit himself on the head as he thought the last.

He had been sitting there for hours, just watching the steam float off the tea then disappear as the substance cooled. “What’s wrong with me?” he whispered to himself, flicking a fiery red strand of hair from his eyes. It was only a dream, nay, nightmare. But what could have possibly brought it on? She was his sister. He dwelled on the thought for a few seconds before rising from his chair in frustration and upturning the table while letting out an angry roar. Was he angry at his nightmare, or the fact that he was beginning to wish she wasn't his sister? “Ron?” an all too familiar voice asked from the bottom of the staircase. Ron froze to the spot for a moment. Feeling his hands becoming clammy, he decided to get out as fast as he could. He looked towards her through the hair that had fallen across his face. “Erm…erm-I’vegottogo.” He had said it so quickly Ginny had nearly missed it. She was about to ask him what was going on when he had grabbed his coat from the hook and dashed out the door, waving his wand as he went so the table stood back up on all four legs. “What the?” She stared after him; he never normally did something like that unless he was really frustrated with something or someone. And she guessed that it was her because he didn’t look at her, which was strange. And for some bizarre reason, it really cut her. “What have I done?” she muttered. Ginny Weasley could tell something was bothering her brother, and because it was causing him to not even look at her, she was going to find out what. ********************************** A week later Draco took Hermione to a club in downtown London. Inside the club there were people dancing on a dimly lit dance floor while others were at the bar chatting and drinking butterbeer. The lights were flashing fast with lots of colors, which occasionally revealed the hiding couples in corner booths. Hermione noticed that some of the booths had closed curtains, which, even though she would never admit it, made her a little curious. Draco was wearing a light blue silk shirt that clung to all of the right places showing off his muscular body. He was wearing expensive jeans that hung nicely from his hips. Hermione noticed while looking around that Draco's beautiful grey eyes were sparkling in the lights when they managed to shine on them. His hair hung loosely onto his face, but somehow it still looked as if he had spent hours to get it right. After noticing all of these things, Hermione suddenly felt very out of place. She was wearing a pair of stained jeans that hung very loose on her legs and a high neck black shirt that she would have worn to work. Her hair was up in a messy bun, being held in place by a pencil from her office. She started to feel very self conscious and wanted to leave immediately. Draco turned and pressed his mouth to her ear, and she felt a shiver go up her spine as he spoke, “Would you like something to drink?” She shook her head still looking around. “Would you care to dance then?” She shook her head again, and he sighed while taking her hand and forcing her to follow him onto the dance floor where a fast paced song just started to play. Draco pulled her to the centre of the floor and started dancing around her. Hermione stood there and started to shout to Draco, “I know this song! It's by Paramore. I love this band!” Draco stepped in front of Hermione and put his index finger to her lips. “Shhh, no talking, just dancing.” Hermione wasn't sure what she should do because she was very uncomfortable, and the odd contact from Draco made her feel even more out of place. Draco pulled his hand away and started to dance again. Hermione decided that the sooner she obliged, the sooner she could go home and read. She started to awkwardly move her arms in a circle like she was stirring a large pot. Draco smirked to himself and made a mental note, 'I have to teach her how to dance before we come back here. Oh and maybe some new clothes.' Without warning, the fast song moved on to a slow song. Hermione decided that there was no amount of money that could get her to stay on the dark dance floor any longer. As she started to move off of the dance floor Draco laughed a little, grabbed her hand, and turned her towards him. “Where do you think you're going?” he asked, and she blushed. “I don't really know how to dance, obviously.” He just smiled and draped her arms around his neck and put his hands on her hips. When he did this she backed away quickly and looked at him with a shocked expression on her face. “What are you doing?” “Dancing, of course.” He then grabbed her by the hips again and started to try to lead her around the dance floor. Hermione blushed brightly every time she tripped over her own feet but luckily Draco was experienced and strong enough to make it look almost unnoticeable. _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ The next day Hermione and Ginny were shopping together in Diagon Alley at the newest clothing store. Hermione was currently in a dressing booth feeling very unsure of herself as Ginny was standing outside the booth talking to her. “I'm so glad that I finally got you out to get new clothes. I can't wait to see you in clothes that are actually in style.” “Hey, I'm stylish in my own way; I don't have to be like everyone else to be interesting.” Ginny rolled her eyes and prepared for another argument with Hermione about looks. “Hermione, we all know how interesting you are--there's no question there. I just want you to be able to look stylish every now and then. Is that so bad?” Hermione paused and quickly thought back on last night with Draco. “Okay. I'll try on the clothes and see where it goes from there.” Ginny's eyes almost popped out of her head, and she had to ask Hermione to repeat herself. Never in a million years did Ginny think that Hermione would actually agree to try something trendy. Hermione then walked out of the booth wearing a blue jean mini-skirt and a black corset with blue strings. "What do you think?" She asked pulling on the skirt trying to wish it longer. "I think it looks great. Now, stop tugging on the skirt," Ginny said swatting at her hands. "I don't know. I feel really weird." Hermione wrapped her arms around her body and started to slowly inch towards the booth to change back into her 'normal' clothes again. "Hermione, stop it. You look beautiful, and I think that the next time you see Draco you'll understand why I dragged you in here." Hermione was suddenly very confused and slightly annoyed. "What are you talking about? What does this have to do with Draco?" Ginny just smiled and pushed Hermione back into the changing booth. "Just try on the next outfit." Hermione went more than willingly into the booth but wouldn't give up that easily on the conversation. "No. I want to know what you're talking about." Ginny sighed loudly and decided what the hell. "Fine...” Ginny paused for a moment. "Draco is the one who asked me to bring you here." "What?!" Hermione stopped what she was doing, shocked. "Why would he want you to bring me shopping?" "He wanted to make sure you had something to wear for the next time you two go out, I guess." Ginny giggled imagining the look that Draco would have when he saw Hermione in her new clothes. "What makes you think that we'll go out again? And it wasn't a date. It was just as two friends." Ginny rolled her eyes. "Sure, sure, whatever you say." She heard Hermione grunt a little but noticed that Hermione didn't even try to argue. A few minutes went by, and Ginny was getting a little impatient. "Come on, Hermione! What's taking so long?" "I'm not coming out like this. I can't wear this." A smile lit up Ginny's face when she realized what outfit Hermione was probably wearing and hating. "Come on, just let me see it." The door opened slowly, and Hermione stepped out hesitantly. For a moment Ginny was speechless with her mouth hanging open, making Hermione blush. "That looks.....it's just so......I can't even think of the right word to use. You look fabulous.” Hermione of course wrapped her arms around herself again, but this time, Ginny yanked her arms away. “Ginny! This shirt is so revealing. I can't go out wearing this.” “Hermione, this is the way shirts are supposed to look when you go partying. Can you breathe and move okay?” Hermione took a deep breath and exhaled then she bent forward and back like she was stretching. “Yeah, I can do both, why?” “Then, it's perfect. And you look great. You should wear pink more often. It really works for you.” Hermione simply walked back into the changing booth and closed the door. She turned to look at herself in the full length mirror on the wall. She turned side to side and ran her hands up and down her sides and stomach. 'Well, I guess it does look okay. Besides, I'll only be wearing it in a dark club anyway. No harm in trying it out in public.' With that last thought, Hermione changed and ended up buying more clothes than she had had in her closet for the past four years. She thought this was Ginny's plan all along, so she would never wear her normal clothes again. 'Well, we'll see about that.' So finally, they both left the store, leaving a very happy saleslady.