#elyse watches psych

[msjessicaday]

it’s really the quiet chaos of this scene that gets me 

#dule deserves an oscar for his facial expressions here #elyse watches psych #psych #video

[captainsjack]

may i recommend listening to "'tis the damn season" by taylor swift with the perspective of Shawn coming home after his years of having disappeared after graduation and he's spending his first holiday season back with Gus and they both have a lot of tension left by things unsaid?

........i’m........ hold up. you know what crazy??? this is exactly what i thought of when i first heard it. like. word for word what you said.

“there's an ache in you put there by the ache in me” and “it always leads to you in my hometown” (!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the reason shawn came back??!!??) and “now i’m missing your smile” and “i won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay” and “wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm fakin'” (DUDE!!!) and “the heart i know i'm breakin' is my own” (!!!DUDE!!!) and “the road not taken looks real good now”

i’m 😭😭😭

also??? what if it’s shawn visiting after like a couple years (he goes to gus’s college graduation and stays for the weekend). ALSO to make it more angsty, what if shawn and gus dated in high school and shawn left without telling him. (he called him a week later and they worked things out but they’re broken up). and then shawn comes back and we have this song. like “to leave the warmest bed i've ever known” and “you could call me babe for the weekend” !!!!!!!

i’m. it’s fine. i’m fine. i’m great.

#watch me send this to elyse so she can threaten to block me again lol 👀 #psych #shawn spencer #burton gus guster #burton guster #shus #shawngus #shawn x gus #shawn/gus #answered

[swiftzeldas]

dying about lassiter and juliet’s relationship oh my god

“it’s like wondering what would have happened if kenickie had driven at thunder road.”

“are we still in grease?”

“we never weren’t.”

#maybe they're soup snakes in a friendship way #text post #psych tag #elyse watched this episode today and was like oh it's not that good #hello??? it's so good

[knickynoo]

My Top 10 Family Ties Episodes

Here it is, people. In no particular order because it would take forever for me to try to rank all these great episodes.

Also, I am for sure inserting a ‘keep reading’ because I cannot control my rambling. You have been warned. 

- “Death of a Grocer”: I consider this one a hidden gem of the 1st season for sure. Alex gives up working for sweet Mr. Adler to go sell cat toys at another store, but quickly discovers that the gig isn’t all he thought it would be. It’s a nice little bit of Alex character development as he learns that life isn’t all about climbing the corporate ladder. Plus, we see Skippy for the first time! 

- “Speed Trap”: Honestly, this entire episode is just so fantastic that I don’t even know where to start. Doing drugs is bad, people. But Alex P. Keaton on speed is one of the funniest things to ever be on television. Steven walking in on him painting his walls at 3am in a state of pure frantic energy?? Peak comedy. Also, Alex breaking into a neighbor’s garage to clean it. When he leaps over the railing in the living room. This is one of the episodes I could watch over and over again. 

- “Go Tigers”: Poor Mallory discovers that her boyfriend, who is away at college, is cheating on her. She’s distraught and interrupts Alex’s very important interview at Princeton. But, like the great big brother he is, he gives it up and walks away in order to be there for her. The loving, supportive words Alex says to her on the train ride home are beautiful. Alex is a good guy, everyone! Don’t let the snarky exterior fool you. 

- “Birthday Boy”: Alex thinks that turning 18 makes him a man who no longer has to listen to his mother. Whoops, joke’s on you, Alex. He goes out with friends after Elyse tells him not to, and the episode ends with a really great, heartfelt scene between the two of them. I love the mother/son dynamic in the series and this is truly a wonderful example of their relationship. (Plus, the whole thing with Alex invading Canada is just fantastic)

- “Philadelphia Story”: Alex falls asleep while working on a paper about the Declaration of Independence and “wakes up” in 1776. He watches Thomas Jefferson turn down the offer to write the document and has to convince him to change his mind. Before starting the series, I had seen some clips from this one online and was really looking forward to it. It didn’t disappoint. How can it, when you have this?

Steven (as Thomas Jefferson): “We hold these truths to be....obvious even to a big dope.”

- “The Real Thing” (Parts 1 & 2): Alex and Ellen. ALEX AND ELLEN. *blows party horn* *shoots confetti out of a cannon* Do I really need to say more? The train station scene is one of the best of the whole series and definitely one of Alex’s most vulnerable, in-touch-with-his-emotions moments. A lot of beautiful words are said by both of them, though I’m not sure if any of them can beat

“I’m crazy about you, I’d give anything to be with you, I can’t live without you. Okay? Gotta go, see ya.” ( Good job, Alex. A+)

- “How Do You Sleep?”: Alright, so this is a funny one but what I really like about it is that it hits home for me. I have always had trouble sleeping. Like, exhausted out of my mind, can’t think straight, but STILL not able to fall asleep until 4am type trouble sleeping. Much like Alex, my brain doesn’t slow down, and my mind spins with thoughts & worries well into the night. (Also the occasional song stuck in my head on a loop for hours. Not fun, friends.) Anyway, it was oddly comforting for me to see an episode that conveyed with alarming accuracy what an average night for me is like. And the ending scene with Elyse and Alex is absolutely precious. 

- “A, My Name is Alex”: This- I mean- listen...this episode destroys me. It is a constant barrage of such intense emotions that it’s difficult to watch at times. But it’s so good. It’s the deepest look we get into the mind of Alex P. Keaton, and so very important to understanding who he is and WHY he is that way. The scenes of “memories” in Alex’s life is so well done. Getting glimpses into how being labeled “the smart one,” “the responsible one,” etc and having so much pressure put on him shaped Alex into the absolute nervous wreck of a person that he is really puts him in a new light. It’s no surprise to me at all that this episode always makes lists of top TV show episodes of all time.

Side note: I first saw this episode many years ago when I was younger, having not seen anything else of the series or even knowing much about it. I was channel surfing & happened to catch it. I knew MJF as Marty McFly, so I was psyched to see him in this show! But there I was, with no context, watching this Alex character cry in a therapist’s office. It stuck with me, though. (That same day, I also saw the “I am a woman!” episode, lol)

- “A Tale of Two Cities” (Parts 1 & 2): Alex goes to a banking convention in Chicago with his boss and has to stay with her in her hotel room when they lose his reservation.  These two episodes are wonderful. I like seeing Alex start off as so boisterous and “annoying” but then end up being the level-headed and responsible one. The scene towards the end between Alex and Rebecca really gets to me, when Alex puts a stop to things before they get too far because he knows Rebecca is drunk and not thinking clearly. Good job, Alex. The side-plot of Steven being distraught over the kitchen being remodeled is great too. (Part 1 also has what I consider to be one of the best Alex rants in the entire series, but I won’t type it all out here because it’s too long.)

- “Be True to Your Preschool”: Alex pulls Andy out of preschool because he doesn’t agree with their teaching methods. Some really cute Alex/Andy scenes, and just a general example of how much Alex loves his little brother. Really though, one of the best parts is the mini plot of Mallory writing her philosophy paper. The assignment is to try to prove something exists, and she chooses Skippy. (which Skippy is thrilled about because it’ll settle a bet he has with his grandfather. I cannot even handle this show sometimes.) Anyway, Mallory ends up NOT BEING ABLE TO PROVE Skippy exists and gets an ‘F’. It. Is. Astounding. 

And there you have it, folks. 

#this was fun to put together #i welcome any comments/criticism lol #family ties #alex p keaton #apk #michael j fox #nikki rambles

[staczak91]

My Top Ten Family Ties Episodes

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and I think I got the top ten episodes down. Full disclosure: this isn’t in any particular order. So, here it goes:

1. The Real Thing Parts 1 and 2

Alex falls in love with Ellen. Drives all the way to Pennsylvania from Ohio to tell her so. One of the sweetest episodes of any show to ever grace rhis planet, and quite possibly my favorite Family Ties episode.

2. Summer of ‘82

How could I not include this episode? A fan favorite and I can see why. And one of the first episodes of the show I ever watched. Alex gets his heart broken by a beautiful college girl. It’s sad to watch but such a great episode all around.

3. Birthday Boy/Ladies; Man

Ok I’m cheating a little here, but I really love both these episodes and simply can’t choose between them. In “Birthday Boy,” Alex and Elyse gets into a huge argument and the episode just skyrockets because of it. And in “Ladies’ Man,” Alex pretends to be something he isn’t for a girl. All in all, two of the best episodes in the show’s history. I simply can’t choose between them.

4. Birth of a Keaton Parts 1 and 2

The whole family gets to shine in this two-parter as baby Andy joins the Keaton family. I loved the whole thing and how everybody played a major part in Andrew’s birth.

5. “A” My Name is Alex

How could I not include this episode? A sad one, but terrific acting all around from Michael J., Fox. This might be his best acting episode all around.

6. They Can’t Take That Away From Me Parts 1 and 2

I described this episode as “brutal” in my review of it, and that’s a very apt word for it. Alex goes on to break two girls’ hearts, his girlfriend Lauren, and a new girl named Marty. We really get a look into his psyche and see just what makes Alex P. Keaton tic. A sad episode and brutal to watch, but I loved it all the same.

7. Alex Doesn’t Live Here Anymore Parts 1 and 2

The final episode. The fight between Alex and Elyse is heartbreaking to watch as Alex gets ready for his move to New York City and the life of riches ahead of him. Just saying, I was on Alex’s side during this whole fight. There was no grey area for me. But, still, it made the episode what it was. And that last hug. It’s gonna get me every time.

8. Go Tigers

Alex’s chances are ruined at Princeton because of Mallory. I love this whole episode: Mallory’s heartbreak ruining Alex’s interview, Alex coming to her rescue, and, of course, that final train scene.

9. Say Uncle

Tom Hanks stars as an alcoholic uncle. Uncle Ned hits Alex. The rest you can guess. One of the saddest episodes, but done so well. Alex and Uncle Ned go head to head, and really shine in it. 

10. Mrs. Wrong Parts 1 and 2

This two-parter had me laughing the whole time. Just a hilarious episode for sure. Seeing Alex stop the wrong wedding and bring home that girl from the wrong wedding. And Nick and Mallory really got to shine. Just a great one all around.

So, there you have it! My top ten episodes from the show’s run. Hope you enjoy!

Honorable Mention: Family Ties Vacation

A movie in Europe?? That’s crazy and doesn’t make any sense? Sign me up! Alex and Mallory get kidnapped?? Mallory falls in love with royalty?? Once again, sign me up!!

#Stacy watches family ties #family ties #top ten #alex p. keaton #michael j. fox #top ten episodes #justine bateman #mallory keaton

[but-i-still-wake-up]

Get To Know Me

I was tagged by @raionreads, thanks for tagging me! 

Rules- tag 15 people you want to get to know better! 

Relationship Status: Single

Favorite Color(s): Turquoise, maroon

Lipstick or Chapstick: Chapstick, never lipstick.

Three Favorite Foods: Anything potato, chicken wings, Diet Coke over anything.

Song stuck in my head: Killer Queen by Queen

Last song I listened to: King of the Clouds by Panic! At the Disco

Last Movie I Watched: Thor, I’m trying to make my way through the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Time: 11:41pm

Dream Trip: Disneyland and the surrounding California Area

Top Three Shows: Psych, White Collar, Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Books I am Reading: Inferno by Dan Brown, Walden Two by B.F. Skinner, and the Mary Poppins books by P.L. Travers (to prepare for the new upcoming Mary Poppins movie)

How many blankets do you sleep with: one or two

Last thing I googled: What’s on the Pennsylvania ballot

Anything you really want: I’m literally the softest bitch. I am obsessed with collecting and watching movies. My spirit animal is a turtle and Disney World is my happy place.

I tag: @caitys-xoxo, @farewolf, @i-okamie, @kaidence-elyse, @donutbeawkwarddonut, @mynameiseunique, @regrets9000, @with-love-comes-war

[gelissaleveille]

Tully and the Horror That Is Motherhood

     Motherhood is a fright, a concept that is coming more into the public sphere as time goes on. More and more women are telling their truths about what being a mother is about, despite the heavy burden to maintain the facade of perfect motherhood. These truths are often uncomfortable but have allowed mothers to shift the perspective from unsustainable standards to the changing landscape of politics that women have to deal with. This means coming to terms with a political landscape which uses motherhood as ammunition while ignoring the realities that many of them tackle. Media still finds mothers interesting, illustrated by the plethora of films centered around mothers and their children. What fascinates filmmakers more than motherhood are the oft-unspoken horrors that motherhood can become. 2018’s Tully sets the scene of a weary Marlo (Charlize Theron) beleaguered by the figurative weight of child rearing and the literal weight of a third-term pregnancy. Throughout the film, tension builds between Marlo and her kindergarten-aged son, Jonah, who has an unnamed neurodivergence which adds to the pressure Marlo already feels. She feels judged on all sides, a sentiment which she hides with little effort, even though she knows that being the perfect mother is a sham. With Tully, Diablo Cody unveils the man behind the curtain that is perfect motherhood, and in doing so, shows that the man is truly an infant, irate and irritable, ripping his way from the inside out.

     When Marlo is still weeks out from giving birth, she and her husband Drew, visit her wealthier brother, Craig and his carefree wife, Elyse, for dinner. Her sister-in-law has recently given birth, snapped back from her pregnancy with style, and has hired a night nanny to watch her children. She glows with the light of someone unencumbered by GMOs and stress and speaks to Marlo with a levity that makes Marlo look like the Grinch. Marlo is tired, and this is evidenced by her constant frown and generally frumpy appearance. Marlo is tired, like anyone would be who is weighed down by a 10 lb dependent that is eating her nutrients. Compared to Elyse, Marlo diverges from what “good” mothers are and she would resent that more if she wasn’t so tired. Diablo Cody’s writes about women and the expectations they face, especially while they’re in difficult transitions in their lives and the rejection of others’ perceptions of them. Her films dismiss satisfying, closed endings, instead choosing to end at the beginning of the next stage of her character’s lives.  And what is most evident about her films is that they embody a particular type of expectations of white femininity that remains blind to the diversity of women and femmes surrounding it.

     What we see when we watch Tully is the loneliness that surrounds Marlo, and this is made more distinct with the arrival of the titular Tully (Mackenzie Davis), a young, effervescent night nanny that Marlo succumbs to hiring. Motherhood and loneliness walk hand in hand with each other, and we see the loneliness Marlo is subjected to. Her husband is rarely seen in the movie, except when he comes home to play video games before falling asleep. He seems to be unaware of Marlo’s fatigue and Marlo talks to very few people throughout the film. Her loneliness is palpable, so much so that I caught myself asking where her female friends were, since mothers often stereotypically surround themselves with other mothers. Marlo is already burdened by two other children, which is to say they bring her no real joy. She doesn’t hate them, that much is evident, yet her tense relationship to her son (not with her son, as he is a child whose feelings are naturally centered around himself) is a tool to view her tense relationship to her feelings toward motherhood. It is this thing happening to her, something that she cannot control, which sucks at her life force without giving her a day of rest. It is when the night nanny comes that she is able to finally experience motherhood like all the magazines say one should and it is then that the horror begins.

     Pregnancy is a dangerous affair, and the effects of it range from person to person. My favorite way to describe a fetus is to compare them to parasites since their existence is inherently parasitic. Their connection to their mothers is real, as mothers are the vessels that they not only grow in but are the means of remaining alive by taking from the mother’s own body for itself. Babies have no real survival mechanisms, it’s a fault of our species, so their dependence on their mothers is vital. Because of that, there’s a real psychological connection that takes place. The pregnant woman is the only person who can verify the child’s personhood, it being an extension of themselves. Death by childbirth has enjoyed low risk in recent times, yet it is still something that can occur, sort of like the child discarding its past vessel to enjoy a new one.  The aftereffects of birth remain horrifying and mothers can take years to fully recover from it with optimal care. If they aren’t afforded that care, they are subject to remaining in their weakened state for longer than necessary. Postnatal can be even worse, evolving a woman into a postpartum depression that for many goes undiscovered. Postpartum depression has been illustrated in numerous films and television shows and paints these mothers as murderesses bent on ending the lives of their children. It’s because of this idea of postpartum depression that many mothers hide how they are feeling, lest they are decreed an ‘unfit mother’ and have their babies taken from them. This fear of the unfit mother can lead to some mothers spiral deeper into their depression since they can’t express their feelings.

     When Marlo is finally graced with Tully’s presence, she is able to embody the ideal white American supermom that she wanted to be. She bakes and cleans and performs motherhood in ways that she has been unable to do before. She is no longer tired and greets everyone with a preternatural cheerfulness that she finally allows herself after her birth. Tully is almost too perfect. She is serene and graceful, allowing Marlo to rest while also becoming a backboard upon which Marlo can fully unwind her thoughts. Her loneliness is fed as Marlo starts spending her nights with Tully before she goes to bed. She is not only able to meet her own expectations of what it means to be a mom, but everyone else’s as well, and that’s what really matters. It quickly becomes evident that Tully and Marlo share far too many similarities to be coincidence, so the audience is left to question how Tully could possibly know Marlo so well. Things start rapidly turning sour as Tully irresponsibly invites Marlo into NYC, leaving her newborn alone, just for a bit of fun. As the night goes on, Marlo comes face to face with the reality of her age and that she has grown up a lot from the person she’d been when she was younger. It is then that we see that Tully and Marlo are one and the same and that the nights of allowing Tully to take care of the child was Marlo entering a fugue state in which her fatigue hallucinated a persona to take care of herself and her baby.

     What is most horrifying about this realization is that Marlo’s body burrows deeply into the psyche of her loneliness and manifests that into Tully, how Marlo remembers herself to be at her best. It is a reflection of who Marlo wishes she was and in creating that hallucination, she is able to immerse herself into a protected space within her mind that saw only what it wanted to see. She was tricked by her own body. It casts pregnancy into an untrustworthy light, and since this wasn’t caught until she literally fell over a bridge, it brings up the question of which mothers will find themselves in the same state. For women who are able to become pregnant, the greatest accomplishment is having a healthy pregnancy, from which one can recover in record time. Putting Marlo into this situation brings focus to the fact that many mothers aren’t rejoicing in their change of status to mothers; they suffer in silence while trying to get through it. The baby is an unknowing revelation of the true horror in your own body betraying you because of something your body has created, the urge to kill the parasite which made you a shell of your former self.

     It would be remiss to note that this is the reality for many black women when they are pregnant. Black mothers have a frighteningly high risk of death during childbirth and it is the myth of the strong black woman that keeps medical professionals from taking their pain seriously. Cody, in her films, creates a landscape of the woman contrasted against the ideals of what femininity can be. However, her femininity is centered around white womanhood to such an extent that women of color are never seen in her films. In Juno, the film which put her on the map, she shows a teenage girl who ends up pregnant and how she comes to deal with putting the child up for adoption, while still trying to navigate teenage life. For magnitudes of black teenagers, this reality is often punctuated by socioeconomic hurdles that change the direction of their lives. This isn’t to say that Juno should have been put on the street like many other black teenagers, but there is a lack of accountability in Juno from noting how her life has been spared because of her place in life. Like many other white women when dealing with serious issues, she is able to remove herself from the equation relatively unscathed.

     For Marlo, it appears that her problems are all solved! She’s safe and her husband sees the extent to which he was ignoring his responsibilities. The unspoken conclusion though is that fatigue, postpartum depression, and mild psychosis are never solved after a chance visit to the hospital. When might Marlo’s hallucinations start again, now that she knows what her body is capable of? In a way, it can be deduced that her struggles with motherhood will be lifelong if her son Jonah can be used as a reflection of his mother. It is unknown if Marlo previously had any mental illness or neurodivergency that passed down to her son. It is unknown what the future holds for her. While she is now safe from herself, how does she return to the person that she originally hid from? Tully manifests a horrorscape that is a reality for mothers around the world. It questions what one thinks they know of themselves and tricks them into thinking something else. For Marlo, maybe her journey is done once the credits roll, but for millions of women and mothers around the world, that story may never end. The fright buries itself in the trenches of the mind so that life after birth becomes a mystery of mental illness that many women might never stop hiding.  

#writing #words #tully #movies #cinema #charlize theron #mackenzie davis #written #film criticism #film critic

[rainsonata]

Beneath the City

Fandom/Shipping(s): Elsword, none Rating: K Word Count: 2,305

Summary: It’s already weird talking to a younger version to yourself. It’s even weirder knowing that they look up to you and Lunatic Psyker isn’t sure if he can handle that kind of pressure on him. He and Psychic Tracer search for spare machine parts when they were attacked by nasods.

Christmas present for a friend.

“Wow, an underground laboratory!”

It was a wonder it was still standing beneath Elder after scavenging it many times with his counterparts. The endless material it offered made it useful when Psyker was out of parts needed for his recent projects, which was why he was here today. Going alone wasn’t an issue, so he was surprised to learn that Psych wanted to come along with the eagerness of a puppy. This being Psych’s first time seeing it, it was natural to hear the tracer’s surprise of its existence.

As long as Psych stayed close to him, he had no issue letting his younger self follow him to what has become a glorified junk yard with punchable minions. Psyker wouldn’t have brought Psych if he thought it was too dangerous. He had faith that the tracer would know how to avoid getting hit by stronger enemies. If not...well, that was what the trip was for, a learning experience and maybe a few new battle scars to prove himself worthy.    

They stayed at the entrance for easy access to an exit if security was heavier than usual. It appeared that the facility was just as quick to fix their fallen security nasods as soon as someone knocked them down. Having their power source limited to the core of the building however limited them to that area, so there was no worry on if it planned on invading the city as it did before, or at least Psyker hoped so. With precise aim, he demonstrated a Quake Buster on a security nasod that sent its wrecked limbs flying across.

“Don’t act like you can’t do that either,” Psyker said when he caught Psych gasping at his display of power. “I’ve seen you do it.”  

“Yes, but your Nasod Armor enhanced it.” Psych’s chatter bounced around the confines of the laboratory. He beamed, “The way it formed around your body made you stronger and faster reflexes to hit before it sees you!”

“It’s not just the Nasod Armor.” He looked away, “It’s still not perfect.”

Not yet.     

Psych’s praises turned him pink with pride, but his emotions were mixed with embarrassment when the tracer looked at him like he just dismantled one of Elysion’s highest nasods. It was already bizarre acknowledging that he could interact with a younger version of himself, although at this point, Psych’s future was likely deviating from his. No, what was strange was that for the first time, Psyker feel unsure of himself, an anomaly when he spent years knowing what kind of person he was and what he wanted.

Being with Psych made the brawler gain sudden awareness in all the things he said and did. When did he start worrying about how people viewed him? He didn’t have that sort of patience or concern when around the younger members from Elgang, was it because he was afraid of how acting around Psych would affect the tracer? It has only been a few months and Psych was already picking up his speech pattern and tried dressing like him.

“Psyker!”

Too late to rely on his reflex, he only had time to look up to see a nasod swing its bulky arms at his direction.

Getting hit by one of the smaller nasods, how pathetic. There were more of them, maybe three or four. Perhaps he gave Wally too little credit in working with nasods that he had the luck to be placed with one of his creations yet again. He never did learn his lesson about meddling with idiots, did he? He should have been able to avoid getting hit, but he was caught up in his own train of thoughts that he let his guard down. What a fool he was.   

With the help of Dynamo, Psych launched himself into the air to grab him by the hand and threw him over his shoulder. Psyker grunted in surprise, but it was enough for him to do a flip in the air before landing on his own set of dynamos. Electricity charged at his fingertips when a blur of black and purple storm past him. What was Psych doing?

Psyker opened his mouth to yell at the boy for being stupid when he heard Psych cursing. The Psychic Tracer was shoved across the floor by the nasod as soon as he approached it, tears threatening to fall when he growled.

“I’ll make you regret that,” Psych bit down his lips in anger. “Eat dust!”

Activating the incomplete Nasod Armor and enveloping himself with static, Psych threw himself back at the nasods with a series of punches and kicks that barely left a dent on them. Energy blasted from the tracer’s dynamos when he saw that physical brutality didn’t work, unfazed on facing a stronger enemy. The tracer laughed when they failed to hit him with a big blast of lasers until changing their minds and setting off homing missiles. His smile wavered to an alarmed expression when Psyker had enough of this foolishness and stepped in between them to divert the nasods’ attention to himself.

His dynamos protected their user like a shield when the missiles hit Psyker, sending them spinning across the room to hit the other nasods that were unfortunate to get in the way. Hmph, that would cut some work and free scrap metal for them. Plasma surrounded him as Psyker forced the nasod into a tunnel to hold it, charging forward with punches and kicks before pulling it back and away from Psych.

While it was stunned, he turned to check on Psych and saw that the kid was had scratches and a couple of opened wounds bleeding out. This wasn’t a safe place to wrap his wounds. The nasod should be almost at its limits. He gave it a final kick from behind and watched it fall over as it exploded. He pulled Psych to the side to wrap his arms around the tracer to shield him from the explosion, letting the dust and debris hit him. They needed to leave before security decided to reassemble themselves in their presence.  

They resurfaced from the underground laboratory to rest at the outskirts of Elder. Psyker let the tracer rest underneath a tree with his back leaning against the trunk with his face scrunched up from the pain.

“I’m dressing your wounds.” Psyker said with firmness that stopped Psych from arguing back.

Rubbing alcohol and bandage wraps were the first thing he searched for in his bag. He had his own fair share of injuries from fighting tougher enemies, which showed when he expertly clean and dressed Psych’s wounds without much thought. Psych said nothing when Psyker asked him for his other arm once he was done with the first one. The tracer had wounds on his legs and back too.

   Why did he let Psych tag along? If he was by himself, he had only himself to blame and perhaps be angry at himself for a few scratches and bruises. Psych wasn’t like Mastermind or Esper, who had years to develop their weapons and have a better understanding on how to fight stronger enemies. Psych was weaker in comparison and had an incomplete Nasod Armor that didn’t leave beyond a scratch mark on the enemies earlier.

Because of his reckless behavior, Psych was hurt and it was his fault. The tracer should have looked up to Mastermind instead of him. At least Psych could trust Mastermind to be careful and always have his drones out to look out for potential danger. Psyker wasn’t as cautious and always rushed into battle to finish them off. It looked like Psych wasn’t so different from him and did the same, except unlike him, he couldn’t afford to do at his current experience level. 

“We didn’t make it to the core.”

It was the first word that came out of Psych since they left Wally’s Underground Laboratory. The crazed look in his eyes from the fight inside the facility was gone, replaced by a somber one with the tracer straightening his back to look at Psyker.   

Psyker shook his head, “No, we didn’t.”

They didn’t even pass the entrance to be greeted with more security and crossbow archers inside. Perhaps that was for the best. Even he didn’t appreciate dodging their arrows in hopes for a few scraps of metal if he was lucky.  

Psyker checked to make sure he didn’t miss bandaging a spot and asked, “How are you feeling?”

“Like hell,” Psych mumbled. “It hurts when I move my arms.” He rotated his wrists and ankles to crack them, but winced when he twisted his arms to test them out.  

“Then don’t,” a curt smile formed on Psyker’s lips as he chuckled. “Just focus on healing and let’s get out of here.”

Expecting Psych to protest, he wasn’t surprised when the tracer tried standing up by planting his hands into the grass to push himself up. The brawler almost yanked his arm back down until he remembered that the kid had a bandaged arm.

He blocked the tracer from moving by placing his hands back down and growled, “We’re going home. Now. We’re done today.”

“Teach me how to fight.” Psych said with pleading eyes. “I want to be strong like you.”

“No, you don’t,” Psyker scoffed.

Was failing to pull out Psych in time to avoid injuries not enough to convince the tracer to avoid becoming him? Psyker was almost frustrated how starry eyed his younger self was with him. Maybe he was exaggerating because he wasn’t used to being in the spotlight, but it made him nervous. If he failed to live up to Psych’s expectations, he wouldn’t just disappoint the tracer, but himself too.

“Nasod Armor has human limits,” the brawler said. “You have to watch what you eat and keep your body in shape, or else it will fall apart. I’ve seen you stuff your face with chocolate with Arc. If you want to live that kind of life, go ask Mastermind how to code AI.”  

“I’m not going to become like that nerd, Arc.” The tracer glared at him, “I’m doing this my way.”

“Why do you want to be like me?”

Wanting to be strong… The brat really was him, Psyker closed his eyes with distress. Not only was he foolhardy, but stubborn too. If he was anything like him, he could take a gander to his reasons. After all, they were the same person, weren’t they? It was strange that he was becoming more accepting of that concept over time.   

Taken back by his question, Psych wasn’t as quick to answer as before. He looked at his bandaged arms and frowned, knowing that he wasn’t going to be fighting or training for the next few days.  

“You always look like you know what you’re doing,” Psych said. “Everything you do is calculated and you never doubt yourself. Your Nasod Armor still has room to improve, but it’s almost perfect. You can go anywhere you want because you have nothing to be afraid of. I want all of that.”

His answer had Psyker’s eyes widen. Was that how Psych viewed him? He was careful to paint a facade as an aggressive brawler, but was astonished to learn how efficient it was. All of that self doubt and loath for himself, it did exist, but he fought to keep it hidden away from outsiders. Never again did he want someone to see him as the weak kid who wandered Elrios aimless without a path or resolution.      

“Psych,” he sighed and placed his hand on the tracer’s shoulder. “I do get scared. There are things out there that can crush us like ants, so we always have to train to get stronger. I’m still don’t know what I’m doing and neither do most of Elbrat and his friends.”  

Psyker watched Psych’s shoulders slouch in learning the truth, but the other frowned, “But you’re also nice, like when you let me come with you today. Arc told me Mastermind promised to help him with his codes and Esper sometimes help Time, so I thought you could do the same.”

Now Psyker was the one speechless. It looked like he was wrong in thinking he knew everything Psych. Strength wasn’t the sole factor in having interest for him. He scratched the back of his head with embarrassment of being praised again.  

“Is that so?” He saw Psych nod and mused, “I suppose a little training can’t hurt. We’ll have to work on your posture first. Those cute little punches and kicks aren’t going to work if you do that to every enemy we meet.”

“Hey!” Psych protested, but laughed when Psyker helped him up to walk.

Their trip back home was going to be a long one, but that wasn’t a bad thing. That meant more time listening in to Psych telling him the time he and the other tracers were stuck in Bethma because of the lizardmen or when he encountered the nasods in Altera. It was entertaining watching how animated the tracer was, always waving his hands back and forth as he talked.

Despite the age differences between them being a mere year apart, seeing a less experienced version of himself made him nostalgic, or maybe it was another emotion. It was an emotion he recognized between Elbrat and his sister, the redhead.     

Being an only child, he always held his parents’ full attention more often than not. Now that there was someone who looked up to him and even relied on him, Psyker wondered if this was how it felt to have a little brother. They were the same person, but yet he was protective of him when he was injured as if he was a blood relative.

Huh, Psyker rubbed his forehead. How interesting.  

Author Notes: Arc and Mastermind had their one to one bonding fic, so it’s time for Psych and Psyker to go on a #LifeChangingFieldTrip. I love these two nerds I want them to be happy with Psyker accepting Psych as his student, sobs.

#elsword #eltag #Add (Elsword) #mywriting #Elsword fanfiction #Psychic Tracer #Lunatic Psyker #you know what I'm posting the rest of these christmas fics #my writing #it's been a long month of updates but I hope you enjoyed reading them

[shrack]

how do each of the fakehaus boys prepare for a heist?

i hope you like lists

adam spends the time before a heist psyching himself up. sometimes he seeks out other people, but not really. it’s mostly preparing himself for every possible situation and calming his nerves so he can do the best that he can.

james takes a page out of the dirik book and spends his time sharpening his knifes and cleaning out his guns. its less of a need and more of a way to calm himself down for the shenanigans that he knows are going to go down

bruce and lawrence usually get their anger out before a heist by playing some stressful video game. in the early days theyd take to sparring with each other, but that tired them out too much

elyse reads and listens to music. she, like adam, takes the time to psych herself up and breathe through any anxieties she might have about the idiots she works with.

matt usually just watches bruce and lawrence as a distraction. he also rechecks their ammo supplies a couple times--it never hurts to be too meticulous

#fakehaus #moosers

[cartoonmouse]

ANON SAID:  6 for merry and owen maybe?? Totally fine if you don't want to do it, I just think they'd be an interesting pairing

hey anon this is probably not what you were expecting but i have a habit of writing the dumbest plots for these prompts. also according to familyecho, glenmores and whitehills are distantly related, but at this point everyone in the AU is related in some way, so i don’t really give a shit *sunglasses emoji* ALSO i tried to keep owen in character, but i’m unable to do this and he might be OOC so ;-;... 

Here they come.

Merry Whitehill peeked over her laptop screen, eyes narrowing as she spotted the group of rowdy boys entering the coffee shop. They pushed and shoved at each other, trading barbs and insults back and forth. Loud, invasive, cocky boys.

Merry huffed and returned to her work. Graphic design was kicking her ass this semester. The professor graded too hard, found her work twee and therefore mediocre. Her latest assignment was returned with a harsh, red “C”-- the plus only serving to taunt her. Merry had never gotten a C on anything let alone an art assignment. Art was her thing. The one thing she had that set her apart from her other towheaded siblings.

“Rowing team,” Boremund Moss said, looking over his shoulder at the boys. They leaned against the cafe counter, some of the them to flirt with the red-faced barista clumsily taking their orders. “They love to walk around like they own the whole place, don’t they?”

“You sound jealous,” Tabby Lake teased. She was bent over a notebook full of scribbles--poetry, she called it. “Didn’t you try out for the team earlier this year?”

“No,” Mund replied, sharply. “I wouldn’t join up with those idiots if you paid me.”

Merry rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. You’d kill to be one of those dick-swinging jackasses.”

“They throw all the best parties.” Tabby thoughtfully tapped her pen against her lips. “Get all the best girls.”

“Grades are shit,” Merry said. She tilted her head in the direction of one of the taller boys. His hair was a deep russet color, grin bright and troublesome. The sort of grin you stayed far away from if you knew any better. “That one’s in my geology class. Even dumber than the rocks.”

Tabby snorted into her tea. Mund reclined in his chair, hands behind his head, amused.

“Merry, you’re something else.”

“Good to know.”

Her voice dripped with sarcasm--residual annoyance from the C+. She felt it burning a hole in her backpack. Elyse and Karl wouldn’t have gotten a C+, she thought as she ripped up her napkin into jagged strips. Tabby gave her a concerned look which she ignored. Usually being around good friends and good coffee (with doughnuts) would cheer her up. The smell of hot chocolate, cinnamon, and vanilla wafting through the air only stung her nose and gave her a massive headache. Or maybe it was the douche canoes causing a ruckus only a few feet away. This was her space dammit. A pack of wild bros weren’t allowed to invade her space.

“I’m going to kill every last one of them,” she growled. “Put holes in the bottoms of their boats so they all sink to the bottom.”

“They’re not being too bad today.” Sometimes Tabby reminded her of her mother with the sweet, placating tone of her voice, the way she tried in vain to give everyone a fair shot. Merry, meanwhile, carried the Whitehill temper like a curse, and no one was safe.

“I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt. For you.”

The words had not left her mouth before the entire rowing team decided to take over the table right behind Merry and her friends. Her shoulders hunched, wincing at the increase in noise levels. The boys yammered and guffawed at each other’s stupid jokes. One directly behind Merry “whispered” to the boy in her geology class, loud enough for the entire cafe to hear him.

“Nice ass on that one, right?” He was talking about the barista, Merry assumed. She gritted her teeth. She recalled nights out with Tabby where men had attempted to grope them and get their numbers afterwards. She would’ve kicked their asses if her friend hadn’t talked her off the ledge.

“Eh,” Dumber Than Rocks said. He took a long sip of his drink. “I’ve seen better.”

“Who?”

“Your sister’s.”

The table erupted as if Dumber Than Rocks had said the funniest thing they’d ever heard. One of them was due to keel over and die from laughter at any moment.

Across from Merry, Mund made a face, but kept doodling in the margins of his psych textbook. Tabby played with the string of her tea bag. She looked nervous. Like she knew…

“Hey--excuse me.” Merry had turned and tapped Dumber Than Rocks on the shoulder. She wore a sweet, artless expression--a look she had perfected over the years thanks to watching Karl and Roslin always get their ways with it. Thanks to Merry’s doe-eyed Bole features this came almost too easily.

Dumber Than Rocks eyed her with interest, his attention fully captured like a fish on a hook. Time to reel his ass in.

“You’re being a bit loud,” Merry said. ‘My friends and I are trying to study.”

“There’s a library on campus,” one of the row bros said, smugly. “You could maybe go there?”

Merry smiled thinly. “Wow… did you come up with that idea all on your own? I didn’t know a guy like you could think.”

The row bros let out a chorus of low oohs and jostled their friend. He soured and went to reply, but Dumber Than Rocks put a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, she’s just playin around,” he said. He directed his smile at her like a floodlight. “Right?”

“I’m actually being really serious.” Merry’s smile didn’t waver. She felt Tabby beside her take a deep breath and hold it. “And if you shits don’t keep your voices down I’m going to use this…” She held up the plastic knife she’d been given with her bagel. “To castrate each and every one of you.”

The row bros blinked, all taken aback by her threat. It was an empty threat, of course--she wouldn’t touch any of them with a ten foot pole--but saying it still felt satisfying. And the looks on their faces… you couldn’t buy that kind of gratification.

The only row bro who didn’t look put off was Dumber Than Rocks. He put a hand to his mouth, stifling a laugh, until he couldn’t hold it back any longer. When he laughed he showed all his teeth. Merry blushed and hated herself for it.

“You look like someone I know,” he said as his friends turned away to talk amongst themselves--quieter this time, Merry noted. “Do I know you?”

“Geology with Professor Skinner,” Merry said. “You sit all the way in the back and come in late every day.”

“So you’ve been paying attention to me.” He seemed pleased by this.

“Only because you’re a disruption.” Merry didn’t like where this conversation was going. She shifted awkwardly in her chair. Confidence only took her so far. She didn’t have Elyse’s breeziness when it came to dealing with others. She could deliver a verbal kick to the groin, but had trouble following it up after her temper had cooled. “Maybe think about coming to lecture on time for once.”

“Maybe we can sit together,” he said, hopefully. He smiled again, making her think of a puppy.

Not a puppy. A wolf.

“Maybe.”

“My name’s Owen.” He held out his hand, and she stared at it. Did he expect her to shake it? What was this? A business meeting?

“Meredyth.” She let most people use her nickname--most friends. Owen wasn’t a friend. He was more of a nuisance and therefore didn’t get the privilege.

Behind her, Mund made a show out of closing his textbook and rustling his papers. Even Tabby fidgeted a bit too noisily with her backpack (why did she need so many keychains anyway?). Merry turned to glance at her friends and they both gestured to the door of the cafe with their eyes, desperate to leave.

“We have an exam next Friday, right?” Owen asked. If he noticed Mund and Tabby getting up to leave then he showed no sign of it. He kept his eyes trained on her, following the movement of her hands as she unzipped her own backpack.

“Thursday,” she replied. “This Thursday. Tomorrow.”

Owen face dropped. “Ah, shit.”

Merry couldn’t help but feel bad for him. A little bad. She’d done her share of forgetting exam dates in the past. Mother would advise her to be kind, to offer sympathy to those who were in need of it. Maybe just this once she could.

“If you need help I have the notes,” Merry said. “You can borrow them, but you have to promise to give them back. Or…”

“Or the castration, yeah.”

Merry flushed and began rifling through her bag for her geology notebook.

“I have a better idea. Why don’t you and I meet up later and you can tutor me?”

“That doesn’t sound like a better idea. That just sounds like you taking advantage of my good will.”

The corners of Owen’s mouth twitched. He found her funny. “Look, you’re probably way smarter at this stuff than I am. I mean, who cares about… rocks?”

“The exam isn’t on rocks,” Merry said. “It’s on minerals.”

“Those are rocks.”

“Rocks are made of minerals.”

Owen waved a hand at her. “See you’re proving my point. I can’t wrap my head around it. I’d be way better off if you taught me.”

“Merry…” Tabby said. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, impatient.

“Wait for me outside. I’ll be right there.”

Tabby sighed and followed Mund out the door. Merry turned to shut off her laptop. Before she could, she heard the sound of a chair scraping against the cafe floor. Owen had positioned his seat next to hers.

“Did you make that?” He was staring at her laptop screen. The Photoshop window with her graphic design homework was still up. Merry quickly went to close the screen, but he shooed her hands out of the way. “It’s cool. The bugs.”

“It’s not done yet,” Merry said, her face beat red. “I don’t even like it. It’s not good.”

“Did you draw them?”

“Yes.”

“They look realistic.”

Merry stewed in her own embarrassment as Owen continued to study her drawings. She’d sketched them a while ago on a family vacation down south. She’d sat for hours in the field around their summer house waiting for dragonflies. They were messy, sketched fast since the dragonflies wouldn’t stick around too long. She had to copy the details out of books.

“You can draw me sometime, if you want.” Owen said. She couldn’t tell if he was joking.

“I don’t draw people.”

Merry snapped her laptop closed and started collecting the rest of her things. Owen watched her, grinning to himself.

“So what about the tutoring?” he asked. ‘It’d really suck if I failed.”

Merry considered him a moment. His messy hair, his teeth, the sturdy muscles of his arms. She looked away, hoping he couldn’t see her red face. Just as bad as the barista. Maybe worse.

“If you show up at the library tonight--8 o’clock--I might be there.”

Owen grinned. “It’s a date.”

“Not a date.” Merry picked up her backpack and slung it over one shoulder. “It’s charity.”

And with that she walked out of the cafe, leaving Owen and the row bros behind, wondering what the hell she was getting herself into.

#my writing #agokaf #ship meme #thanks to my boss for telling me what they call the rowing team at the college i work at #this served as inspiration

[rimarzaarts]

Apprentice’s Family

IDK i love the idea of Cerys having siblings and lets be honest I already ship them with arcana characters. (if any one can guess the pairings they get bragging rights)

Cerys’ sibs have names now. 

Oren - Older brother

Anwen and Elyse - Younger twins

I know that the past of The Arcana’s MC is a complete mystery and I’m not sure how deep it’ll go, but I have already fallen in too deep in love with Cerys’ siblings so  I wrote a tidbit about her brother at like 3AM. 

THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR ASRA’S ROUTE

The smell of warm pumpkin bread wafting up from his hip reminds him of her. He imagines her excited squeal when he comes home with it. Especially when it's after one of his trips.

‘Home’ he thinks, envisioning the shop with it’s lantern glowing brightly in the alley, a beacon for those desperate enough to seek it. Then that place in the corner of the back room where Cerys studies and Faust sleeps.

Home. The place where someone screams a name that turns even the sweet smell of pumpkin bread sour.

“CERYS!” a man's shrill shriek pierces the peaceful marketplace.

Asra drops everything and rushes into the shop where, hunched over her crumpled form, a familiar man with familiar eyes darts his towards Asra. Before he an say a word the familiar man lunges at him, pinning his back against the door, fist curling into his shirt and digging into his skin.

“Explain. Now.” the familiar man hisses, a note of pain behind his barred teeth.

“Oren…” Asra whispers, wanting to shrink. They had the same eyes, a minty green. Cerys’ older brother. He’d come to collect her so she could visit on the twins’ birthday. None of them knew.

Gathering up his strength Asra speaks clearly, despite the crushing weight on his chest both physical and hypothetical. “You’ll need to step back. I can't help her like this.”

Oren loosens his grip and steps away. His teeth are no longer barred, but an innumerable amount of emotions wash over his face.

The second Oren leaves his path Asra makes a beeline to her side, cradling her head with his left hand as his right brushes away at her hair. As it falls away, dull eyes stare up at nothing. His mind briefly flashes back to the first time this happened. The same, almost deathly look, staring back at him.

Oren watches with horrified curiosity. His hand encased over his ever clenching jaw. He wants to pace, but he knows better than to distract a magician.

Asra’s hand covers her eyes as he whispers something so quietly, one can barely make out the syllables. Then, as if breathing life into her, Cerys blinks rapidly before smiling ear to ear at Asra. He takes her arm and helps her up.

“You’re back, Master!” she gleams, completely ignorant to Oren’s gawking.  “Why... was I on the floor?” she glances down the back up to Asra.

Smoothly, as if rehearsed, he replies “You must overworked yourself again.” he shakes his head, “You should allow yourself to rest.”

She nods slowly, her eyes squinting as if trying to recall her error.

The nodding stops when Asra speaks again “Let me watch the shop today. You should rest.”

“Then you should too.” she says, that stern look in her eyes, fixing to make him give in. “You’ve just returned from a journey and must be tired too.” He wants to, but he can’t, not with Oren still burning holes in the back of his head. Asra can sense his anxiety from his spot on the other side of the shop.

“I’m not tired.” he smiles patting her on the shoulder.  “Besides I can't leave this customer waiting.” he leans down to whisper in her ear. “Especially this one.”

Cerys glances over at Oren, amusement gleaming in her eyes. Only amusement. Not the loving adoration he was used to seeing. She was someone new. Someone he wasn't anyone to.

She grins and let's out a short laugh. “Fine, whatever you say,  Master” striding across the room she keeps her gaze away from Oren and makes her way up the stairs.

After she is gone there is a silence. Asra drops down on one of the many piles of pillows, his head cradled in his hands, sighing deeply.

“Master?” Asra jolts his head up expecting to see Cerys’ brown hair popping out from the top of the stairs, but instead he sees Oren who was muttering the word. “Is this some kind of sick fantasy you two have?”

“No. It’s not.” this would've been hilarious had this been a different situation. 

“Then what is this?” Oren pleads, sitting down on the cushion across from him.

Asra has to think for a moment. What's the best way to tell him that his sister lost her memory in a traumatic event and remembering causes her to go catatonic? Well probably exactly those words. He repeats the words and then some more out loud, explaining the events that led up to this moment and watches Oren’s eyes go wide.

“And there’s nothing you can do?” Oren deflates almost as drained as Asra.

“I’ve tried everything I can. Nothing” Asra brings up his hands to rub out the tension in his temples. His hand brushes against cold tears.

There's a brief silence, then a sniffle from Oren “How many times?”

“So far, eleven.” Asra breathes out.

A tiny sob from Oren. Asra knows he should be looking directly at a person when telling them something like this. But he can’t. Oren looks too much like Cerys when he cries. “Why eleven?”

“I keep slipping up. Sometimes I forget that she doesn't remember, and I say something about you. Other times it becomes to difficult to hold back. That's why I go away.  Even if leaving her pains both of us, nothing hurts more than seeing her like that.” Asra finishes. Ending in a somber silence.

Oren rubs his face as if trying to psych himself up then slams his hands down on his knees as he rises from the cushion. He heads towards the door. “You have six months to return her memories.” his voice is cold now. Like he wasn’t just talking to someone who witnessed him cry.

“I already told you, I tried everything.” Asra stands as well but doesn't  move.

“Everything you know, you don't know everything.” and with that he left Asra alone in the shop.

#the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana (visual novel) #asra #asra(thearcana) #asra route #fan apprentice #fanfic #asra x apprentice #cerys #oren #anwen #elyse #cerys: facts

[bethgreeneishopeunseen]

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Merry Fucking Christmas- "Alexandria" segment- Elyse Dufour interview @ElyDufour

“Merry F@#$ing Christmas” Christmas Horror Anthology will be four segments featuring four really awesome and gruesome tales for the most wonderful time of the year!! Segment Title “Alexandria”; Written and Directed by the Lowe Brothers

Suffering from years of psychological struggles, Alexandria finds her daily regimen of anti-psychotics failing to stem the hallucinations and destructive behavior.  The passage of time leads Alexandria to believe that she is either being mentally and emotionally tortured by Martin or she is being haunted by the ghost of her unborn child. The mounting tension and fear break her fragile psyche forcing her to face the fallout of her decisions.

Elyse Dufour Interview

At 20 years old Elyse Dufour has done a lot of acting; 7 movies in just the last year and currently working on other projects. She made her jump to acting after realizing she wanted more out of life; all of her friends that she knew from her town were heading down paths that she didn't want to go down, one day she noticed just how bad things were getting. Elyse really wanted to get out and get away,the lack of excitement and  passion drove her to wanting more.  She always thought being an actress, writer or director as an impractical idea, she did not know how to get that thought across to her friends and family. She realized that she needed a change and cut off all the people that she felt was bringing her down. She wanted to do something better and become something better. She decided to throw caution into the wind and jump in! While shooting “Alexandria” she was also filming “The Holy Sound”, a psychological thriller which is in post-production. Her long term goal is to be known for making movies that make people feel something; when they are finished watching the movie she wants them to think about it afterwards. She wants them to fall in love with her character and remember her for the work she did in the film rather than forget it a day later. When talking about “Alexandria” Elyse describes her experience as being amazing and she really loved working with Brent Bauer as well as the other actors on the film.

I did ask her one question like of most my other interviews; "What three people would you want to spend the zombie apocalypse with?"

Lucius Hunt (Joaquin Phoenix) Seems really strong, doesn't seem to be afraid of the things in the woods, and felt they would let him live because he is a great person, Her mom because she doesn't want her to be a zombie and she knows she will have her back, Heath Ledger (The Joker) because he’s crazy and he’d kill everyone! This was a very fun interview; Elyse is an amazing person and I hope to one day in the future get the chance to talk to her more as her career continues to progress. Check her out on TWITTER. 

#elyse dufour #alexandria 2012 #indie films

[swiftzeldas]

live look at me and elyse talking about psych as we both start watching it again simultaneously

#elyse #psych tag #text post #us : GET SHAWN INTO THERAPY WON'T SOMEONE HELP THIS MAN

[nemrut]

A Song Of Trash and Fire - Mistakes Were Made ( Pokemon)

"When you find a path to the top, "Is it too abrupt?"..."Can you do it?"..."Is that possible?"...None of that matters! You just have to climb!" The sisters Lyn and Cassie, after a decade of separation, start their climb together.

  Ao3 and fanfiction.net

Quote in the summary was taken from Eyeshield 21.

The white board in front of her had the pictures of her classmates attached to the top rows. Under each picture was a list of their pokemon, their types, what attacks they had used during the two years they’d all been together and other information Lyn found relevant. Most importantly, a big question mark in each column, for things that they must have had kept secret.

These were going to be a few of her opponents today and she’d been staring at this board all night and most of the morning. Left out were the people she just didn’t know, who would also be taking the exam, bringing pokemon and tricks she had no real way of preparing herself for.

A quick, hot shower had been all the reprise she had granted herself.

The Saffron City gym had a reputation for being one of the toughest in the whole circuit. The leader had proved herself by obliterating the previous official gym of the city, one which had defended that title for decades, despite the type disadvantage. That didn’t mean that it was any more difficult per se to get the trainers license there. In theory, at least. While the process itself didn't involve Sabrina until the end, it would still be her judgment that counted. And Sabrina didn't suffer any fools. The gym leader was notorious for her low passing percentage. It made her stomach queasy just thinking about it.  Browsing the Saffron City gym thread earlier hadn't helped. The experiences the hundreds of posters had shared hadn't painted a promising picture, once she had filtered through the incessant complaining and insults. “When’s your match?” Lyn looked up from her white board to see her mother – step-mother - entering her room. Elyse Winter was a tall, blonde woman with a homely face. She had gained some extra weight after Amy’s birth but was still considered an attractive woman by many as the countless times their neighbor kept finding excuses to ring at their door proved that. Now in her early 40s, she had married Lyn’s father three years after his divorce from Lyn’s mother. “Later in the day. The theoretical part comes first,” Lyn said. She had turned around to face Elyse. “I think it should be before noon.” Elyse glanced at the clock that hung over the door. “Just after seven,” Lyn said.

“Would you mind if we watched?” she was rubbing her left elbow but was still smiling. “Because I would love to be there and so would Amara.” She paused for a bit. “Your father as well, but he said he'd be busy with writing.” Or drinking. Lyn shrugged. “Sure, if you want. It’s not going to be that interesting though. Just a bunch of beginners fighting.” “Oh, don’t say that, I’m sure you are going to be amazing!” she said with a lot more vigor than Lyn thought the situation warranted. “Cassie might be there as well, though,” Lyn said. Elyse didn’t frown but the smile fell from her face. “How nice, I haven’t seen Cassandra for years.” Her voice lowered, now more solemn. “Are you sure you can’t stay a few more days? Tomorrow is so soon.”

“We’ve been planning this for a while, not going to change the plan that drastically on the fly.”

This time, she did frown. “Oh. Well, if that’s what you want, of course. I can prepare some snacks for you two then, for the road.” “You don’t need to bother, Elyse.” “But I want to.” She smiled, which didn’t hide the sadness in her face. “And come down for breakfast, dear. Amara was rather hungry earlier and she desperately wants her older sister.” Lyn had forgotten about breakfast and Elyse insisted on all three of them being present before they began eating. It'll be only the two of them, from now on. She should feel a bit bad about that but she needed to go. “I’m sorry, be down in a minute.” Elyse nodded and went downstairs. Someone had to keep an eye on Amara, and the pokemon downstairs weren't always up to the task. Lyn wasn’t too worried though. Amara - or Amy- was usually well behaved in that regard, especially for a six-year-old. Too bad she had charmed Lyn's team. She turned her PC off and went downstairs, to see that breakfast was ready on the table. Amy was in her seat with Jolt hovering next to her and they were playing their usual weird game of tag. Amy tried to poke it but it floated out of reach at the last second every time, its hollow hum of amusement and silly expression made her giggle. Empy, the lilac nidoran was already digging into her bowl with pokefood alongside Bella, the sunflora. Carrie was nowhere in sight, which led to one conclusion. Can’t forget to feed her before we go. Abras may not do much outside of sleeping but they did need regular meals nonetheless.  “Hey Amy,” she greeted her younger half-sister who turned to her with a big smile. “Morning Lyn!” she yelled. Jolt used the momentary distraction to float to the small electric station in the far end of the kitchen. Magnemites and other electric types preferred electrical currents as nourishment. Some could consume food but Jolt needed to recharge at stations like these. She had already packed the portable one alongside everything else she needed for her journey. Her backpack was ready to go. “How are you feeling?” Elyse asked between pouring everyone some orange juice. “Okay.” “Lyn is going to win against everyone today.” Elyse smiled at Amy and then at Lyn. “Yes, I’m sure she’ll do fantastically today. We’ll be cheering you on extra hard, my dear.” Lyn nodded and forced a smile on her face. “Thanks. I’m a bit a nervous but I should be able to pass the exam.” “Just do your best,” said Elyse. "We know you can do it." It was a relief that from then on Elyse steered the breakfast conversation back to Amy and she immediately began to gush about what had happened in kindergarten yesterday. One of the caretakers had brought in a new marill which had in return captured the hearts of the kids on the spot. Being the adorable critters that marrills were, Lyn wasn't surprised. She finished her meal in a hurry, thanked Elyse and left the room. It didn’t take her long to find Carrie. She had teleported herself into Elyse’s wardrobe. It was one of her three favorite spots in the house to sleep in. Luckily for all them, Lyn knew her step-mom didn’t mind. Waking her up wasn’t difficult. Carrie had long gotten used to her presence. It takes a while for abras to do that and not teleport away immediately, even after getting captured. Lyn was lucky in that regard. Receiving her education in Saffron with its extensive focus on psychic pokemon had helped. Given that the gym specialized in them, they had a lot of tips to give with regards to training one. With a grunt, Lyn carried Carrie to her room and gave her a few snacks, watching her eat them on her bed. She let out a small sigh and shook her arms. Carrie wasn’t exactly a lightweight. She knew she'd be at certain disadvantage later today. She'd have only two pokemon to fight with whereas most participants would have one more. Until she evolved, Carre was only able to eat, sleep and teleport. Still, it has to be enough. It should be, Lyn had faith in Empy and especially in Jolt. Magnemites weren’t super-rare or anything but not that many people used them. And they were solid fighters. Another quick check on the clock showed that it was almost eight. She still had more than an hour but she wanted to be there on time and it was a bit of a walk. Satisfied that Carrie had eaten up, she returned her to her ball. She grabbed her backpack and left her room. Empy and Jolt were still lounging in the kitchen, while Elyse was washing up. On a normal day, she would have long since dropped off Amy at kindergarten before going to work herself. For today though, it seemed she had already taken the day off. Her boss was fickle when it came to giving her employees a day off and Elyse had still gone ahead and done just that. Just for the chance that Lyn would be okay with Elyse watching her match. She didn’t quite know how to feel about that. Lyn wasn't too psyched about spectators, least of all Elyse and Amy but it was…nice, she supposed. They were doing what no one else in her family was going to do. That deserved more than the awkwardness that Lyn was giving them. “I’m going out now.” Empy and Jolt had perked up at that and hurried to her. She returned Jolt to its pokeball. Empy squeaked at her, happy that she could remain outside. She and Jolt took turns but nidorans needed more movement than magnemites. It was important that Empy got to walk as much as she could. Wish I could have more than one pokemon out in the city. That had to wait a while, though. One needed a good reason to receive permission to have two of them out. Feeling like it unfortunately didn’t count unless one was a gym leader. “Okay, honey,” Elyse said, coming over and giving Lyn a quick hug. The younger girl hesitated for a few seconds before returning it. “Good luck and do your best.” “Sure,” mumbled Lyn and with a quick good-bye to Amy, she rushed out of the door, glad to be out of the house. She took a deep breath once outside, and started to walk. She passed the lone oak tree in the Winter family garden which housed Fred the forretress. Elyse had him for years. Both seemed content with their dynamic and neither Lyn nor Amy had could understand why. It seemed so boring. Soon, she had left their property behind. She had walked this path hundreds of times in the last few years. Ever since she started studying at the Gym for her trainer’s license when she had turned fifteen. The same day she'd gotten Empy as her starter. The city was full with people as always. Countless people hurried to work. Many had their pokemon at their side, filling the streets in-between the large buildings. One of the interesting things about Saffron City was the variety of pokemon on its streets. As the capital and also the biggest city of Kanto, they got people and pokemon from all over the continent. So, one was just as likely to meet those pokemon most common to Kanto as one was some of the more exotic species. You didn’t see a ribombee every day, for example, like that one guy had following him down the street. Many of them came for Sliph Co., a veritable titan of commerce and innovation in the world. It was a heavy weight and had a lot of people under its employ. While it was the biggest firm by a good margin, it was also not the only one. Its headquarters were a sight to behold. Lyn got to pass it on her way and it was always buzzing with busy employees skittering in and out of its big entrance. The guards and their pokemon,- an arcanine, an alakazam and a venosaur -, were observing everyone entering with keen senses. There had been a break a few years back and ever since then, the security had increased. Now and then, you could see a police officer wandering the streets. Once or twice, the occasional ranger would rush through, always busy. The cars, busses and bikes were loud and obnoxious in a lot of ways. Their smell, their noise, their speed and frequency. Thanks to the years of living in the city, Empy, and most other pokemon, had long since gotten used to that. Saffron City had stricter rules on releasing pokemon on its streets because of that. There were a few that normal people and even licensed trainers just weren’t allowed to release. One had to have the appropriate license for it. You just couldn’t release an onix in any city, for example. Needed to be a gym leader to do it or a company that was building something. Otherwise. you had to be mindful of the people and property around you. In about twenty minutes, they reached the gym. Standing in front of its doors. It was modern. A huge dome made from inter-lapping segments the color of a soft lilac. Twelve spikes extended from the segments and drilled into the ground. Six on each side framing the entrance, eerie and unnerving. The gym itself dwarfed all buildings around it and it was second only to the Sliph Co. HQ. The gym had undergone intensive renovations fifteen years back. It was the most modern gym in Kanto ever since. The Fighting Dojo, the previous city gym, wasn't even a third of its size. An older building, almost antique, it had been a temple with a shrine before, over a hundred years ago. It was a relic of older times. The gym teachers had claimed the reason the Saffron City gym was rebuild there, right next to the dojo wasn't to shame anyone. Rather, it was a reminder to never get complacent with your training. A rival was always waiting for you to slip up. Winning once wasn't enough, everyone could fluke into a victory. You had to keep winning. Again and again, until there was no doubt. The rivalry between those two institutions had never waned. It was bad form to roam a gym with pokemon out of their pokeballs and Lyn recalled Empy. People were working with all kinds of pokemon in there. Since one never knew which, it was best to be careful and not cause any complications. With that thought in mind, she opened the gym gates. The reception hall was large, with a tired, balding man sitting in front of his computer. Albert was the longest working person in the gym; he had seen three leaders during his time. He'd been here before this had even been the official gym of Saffron City. Lyn gave him a quick nod and hurried through the many halls to the classroom. xxxx The theoretical part, answering a bunch of questions for an hour and a half wasn't difficult. Lyn knew anyone taking the training business seriously better be able to answer those. There had been two questions to stump the candidates on meaningless details, though. Lyn hadn't wasted any more time on them than she had to. Generally speaking, few people who had stuck to this for years failed this part. Those who did, deserved to fail. No, the difficult part came with the mini-tournament afterwards. Between all sixteen hopeful trainers taking the exam today. “You don’t have to win to get the trainer’s license and the pokedex,” said Florence. She was a gym official and one of Sabrina’s top trainers. In her late twenties, she was also one of the tallest people working in the gym. She tied her long brown hair in a casual ponytail, had a strong tan and wore the usual gym uniform. The jacket with the gym symbol draped over her muscular arms. Sabrina rarely talked with the budding trainers leaving that to others. She was watching, though, right now, of that Lyn had no doubt. It would be her decision, after all. Few people had the authorization to grant a trainer license. "But you’ll have to put on a show worth watching. You gotta prove to us that you understand what it means to train and lead a pokemon in battle. That said, if your actions are unacceptable, then even a win won't give you the license. No such thing as space for trash or idiots in the pokemon battling world. That's true for all battles. Whether it's here for the license, in tournaments or much later for the badge. You screw up, you’re out and generally I’ll do the throwing unless you’ve shit luck and Sabrina does it.” Florence was sort of an anomaly in the gym. The trainers employed tended to favor psychic pokemon, for obvious reason. Yet, she had a personal focus on a more physical based combat. Still, she had impressed Sabrina and was working as one of her top people for years now. Her metagross was a beast. Besides, everyone had a healthy respect for the woman who could lift her own larvitar. It wasn’t anything they hadn’t heard before though. Florence or whoever taught had delivered a lecture like this a few times in the last three months. Whenever an instructor felt the class needed to hear this again, which was a lot. That said, not everyone in this exam had been a student here. Besides Lyn, there were eight others who had been in the same class. The other seven had either taken private lessons or had moved in here recently. Or had just come for the exam. While most exams were happening on this day, not all gyms had them. Some were a week later. Not everyone was the same age as well. While Lyn was eighteen and so were five of her classmates and one of the outsiders, the rest were a few years older. One of the candidates, Bryce, was nearing thirty. “Oh man, that guy looks tough,” said Nigel to Vyle, both of them Lyn’s classmates, loud enough for her to hear him. Nigel was tall, had dark skin, short black hair and a fondness for flying pokemon. Vyle was short, not even coming to Nigel's shoulders, had long, wavy brown hair and glasses. They'd been dating for a few weeks and if Lyn had understood things correctly, they'd be traveling together. He wasn’t wrong though. The boy,- she didn’t know his name-, looked to be the same age as them and dressed in particularly high quality clothes. That wasn’t what was remarkable though. That would be the fact that one of the three poke balls on his belt was blue with red dots. A great ball, rather than three regular ones that beginners like them had. Whatever he had inside that thing was likely to be stronger than whatever anyone else here had today. Vyle seemed to agree. She was looking annoyed as she nodded. Her eyes were still glued to his great ball. “Heard about guys like that. Could've taken the exam at whatever private big shot thing they studied at until now. Instead they take part in exams like this to make a big splash by beating the idiots there.” “Why not graduate with his other big shot friends?” Nigel asked, a frown on his face. “Because his chances to win against his big shot friends is less than his chances against us,” Lyn said, before Vyle could. She looked surprised and nodded. “Probably. A bit cowardly, if you ask me,” Vyle said after a short pause. "A gamble." "What do you mean?" asked Vyle. Nigel seemed to have understood though. "I'm guessing people at those schools have better pokemon, yeah? But aren't really better at using them, right? That's what you want to say?" Lyn nodded, hands in her pockets.

“Richer folk can get the pokemon that require an higher upkeep. Which beginner could afford to feed a snorlax for example?” “Man, that’s bumming me out.” Nigel groaned as he put both of his hands on his head, his fingers combing through his hair. “Still, no reason to give up though.” “Of course not,” Vyle agreed, crossing her arms. “A pokemon is only as good as the trainer. For all we know, he simply didn’t have the chops to graduate where he was and had to come here.” “Well, we'll see if his gamble pays off. Should be fun." Vyle seemed amused. “What's got you so chatty today? Usually don't gossip with us like this.” "Usually, you two don't talk about anything interesting." Nigel laughed as Vyle rolled her eyes. "Harsh, Raine. Harsh." Florence, until now distracted with a phone call, focused her attention back on the group. “Okay, people. You know the rules. Two pokemon each." She looked at the screen in her hand that was the size of a book. "We even got our first pair. First ones up are Lyn and Faze. Go through the door and give us a good fight.” The trainer they had been talking about started moving. Speak of the devil. "Good luck," said Nigel and patted her lightly on the shoulder. "Have fun," Vyle said, a small smile on her lips, no doubt remembering Lyn's earlier words. "Oh, I will." Lyn nodded at Florence and followed Faze, walking through the door. After entering the indoor arena, she stepped forward to the fighting field. The arena they were fighting in was one of the smaller ones of the gym. It was a mixed field. It had several smaller, connected pockets of water, each the size of a kiddie pool. Around it was plenty of land with sand, grass, trees and rocks covering it. That way, it allowed for a multitude of pokemon to fight at their best. All around the fighting field, there were seats for roughly only a hundred spectators. They had designed this room for either training or fights of low importance such as this. The big gym battles happened in the arena that could host thousands. It even had expensive cameras fixed all over. The fan remixes of some of these battles had become popular over the years.

The audience was already present. Not even twenty people. There wouldn’t be any cameras here today. It was rare for something spectacular to happen at one of these. Most of the time, only family members cared about this. Lyn knew that at times scouts from big firms like Sliph Co came to scout some promising talent. Sponsors and news could find their way here but they needed to already have an interest in some one. Today, it was just two bored looking reporters sitting in their designated seats. Each one had a smart phone ready, just in case. Lyn hoped to give them something to see.

She also saw Elyse and Amy in the stands who were waving their hands at her, but didn't bother waving back. Instead, she settled for a quick smile. The contestants took their spots on opposing sides. They nodded to each other and grabbed their first pokeballs and released their pokemon. Empy and an horsea materialized on the field, Empy on the land, whereas the horsea found itself in the water. That was an unfortunate matchup. How annoying that I can’t switch out Empy for Jolt. Still, it was winnable. It was quick and agile but not that strong. It also wasn't the most durable of pokemon. Then again, neither was Empy. Not yet. But Lyn would reckon that she could take more damage than the enemy. “Water gun,” ordered Faze and the horsea shot out a stream of water from its mouth. Empy was able to dodge by jumping to the side without needing to wait for an instruction. Never get hit was a command in play at all times. Horsea fired a few more in rapid succession and Empy was able to avoid all but the last one, which hit her in the side. She winced and the force of the impact pushed her back a few inches. Empy had avoided to get hit in the head though. “Growl!” Lyn said, her eyes darting between the pokemon and her enemy. Empy belted out a loud, piercing cry. Given her size, was more of a hiss, but it did its job and intimidated the horsea, making it flinch. It looked wary now, swimming on the spot, its focus on Empy, who was trotting nearer. This was something they had practiced. Always try to get close to the enemy. Long range was bad for them. While there were no type advantages and disadvantages in this match, it was still in favor of the horsea. It was fast and could dart in-between the pools and take shots at Empy from a distance. Sooner or later, it would get a few more hits in. In turn, it'd be difficult for Empy to attack horsea hit back. She was lacking any and all long-distance attacks for now and it was hard to reach something in the water. It wasn't impossible though. A small smile found its way on her face. “Dash forward!” Empy obeyed and closed the distance with surprising speed. But not fast enough. “Dive and water gun!” came the order to horsea from Faze fast enough and it disappeared from view. This wasn’t unexpected. There was always a drawback with this tactic though. It did shield the pokemon from enemy attacks, that was true. But it also stopped any and all communication between trainer and pokemon. In a lot of ways, it was a double-edged sword and Lyn knew how to exploit it. She didn’t bother looking at the pools themselves to look for the horsea. The movement of bigger water pokemon might stir the water and betray their location. Small ones like horsea didn't. But Lyn knew that trainers liked to give instructions on where to emerge beforehand. For exactly situations like this. Preplanned strategies. It was the sensible thing to do. Lyn had made the same. But sometimes, the trainers forgot that they themselves were a part of the match as well. Lyn saw that Faze was looking at the pool to the left of Empy. It wasn’t guaranteed. It might well be the case that Faze was trying to trick her by looking at the wrong pool. She didn’t know enough about him to tell. Overestimating an enemy can be just as dangerous as underestimating them. She had to take the gamble. Either it paid off here and they got a few important hits in or they had bared their back to a water gun. It was better than getting whittled down without ever being able to fight back. “Empy, turn left and rush to the edge of the pool. Double kick the second it breaches the surface.” Faze flinched, a frown appearing on his face. He watched as Empy positioned herself, waiting for the horsea to come out. It didn’t take too long. A few seconds later, the horsea burst through the surface. Its cheeks were already bulged and ready to fire its water gun. To its and Faze's dismay it found itself face to rear as a stubby leg smashed into its face. Empy, her head turned to watch for movement, had reacted before the horsea could. Faze's desperate order had no chance of reaching his pokemon in time. Horsea’s were fast but they weren’t that fast, least of all when the kick was coming at point blank range. It was lucky for Lyn and Empy that it had come up so close to the edge. It made sense, the closer the distance, the higher the chances of hitting. We have to finish this with this attack though. Might not get another chance to close the distance like this. The first kick slammed right in the middle of its forehead. The kick was strong. It made an high pitched howl escape its small trunk but it also pushed the horsea a few inches away from Empy. That made the second kick only graze her. Lyn had an idea that was as risky as it was stupid. “Jump backwards!” Empy didn't hesitate for a second and leaped. Horsea, still dazed from the kick, was unable to react to this unexpected move and Empy slammed into it. Her toxic spines dug themselves into horsea's small body before Empy landed in the water with a small splash. “Get out now.” Empy paddled hastily towards the land and it was lucky that it was not far. Unfortunately, the horsea, while poisoned, had now recovered enough to attack. And while the distance was short, Empy wasn't a fast swimmer. “Water gun!” its trainer roared and the water attack slammed against Empy’s back of the head. That had hurt. Empy let out painful squeak but the attack had also given her the necessary push to climb out of the water. Wincing, she turned around, waiting for the next attack. “Smokescreen and then water gun,” Faze gave the next order. A stoic look replacing his frown. The small pokemon covered the pool it was in with white smoke in seconds. While it made it a bit more difficult to aim, it didn’t make it impossible. It did make it a lot harder for Empy to dodge though. Not to mention that it could dive and emerge from another pool and attack from there. This time Lyn didn’t think she would get a convenient forewarning. Only an idiot would make the same mistake twice. A stream of water shot out of the white smoke and grazed Empy as she was able to avoid the worst of it. The second shot hit her right in the cheek, tough, making her let out another painful squeak. “Leap right!” and Empy obeyed immediately, dodging the third shot by a narrow margin. Lyn shot out a torrent of orders. Alternating in which direction to jump, allowing the nidoran to avoid the next few shots. There was one thing Lyn noticed. The water gun is getting weaker. So the reckless jump had paid off and the poison was doing its job. It made Lyn’s lips curve into a satisfied smile. Now, the ball was in Faze’s court. Lyn was content to run down the clock, until the poison knocked out the water pokemon. The scanners scattered over the battlefield were analyzing the whole time to make sure no pokemon took permanent damage. Besides, a small, light body like horsea couldn’t take that much poison to begin with. The bad thing was, Lyn could see that Empy wasn’t doing that hot either. The first water gun had nailed her good in the ribs and all the movement since then hadn’t done her any favors. Not to mention the other hit to her head. The smoke screen was clearing up by now, revealing a panting horsea, it’s eyelids half closed. The noises it made were mewls of pain. Florence took one look at her and stopped the fight. “Round's over, this is Lyn’s win.” Faze winced. “Thanks little guy,” he said after he had the horsea return into its pokeball. Florence, meanwhile, was giving Empy a critical look and checked something on the electronic pad in her hand. “Well, this was Lyn’s win. Nidoran can continue but I’ll be keeping an eye on her in the next round,” she said after a few seconds. That is unfortunate. Lyn had seen that Empy was not in a good condition anymore. She hoped she'd at least get a few hits in on the next pokemon. Best case, she'd be able to poison whatever Faze was sending out before going down herself. “Do you keep your nidoran in?” “Yeah.” “Okay. She turned to Faze. “Round two begins now, chose your next pokemon.” Lyn was observing Faze. His hand had reached first to the normal pokeball on his belt. It hovered over it for a second or two before he, with a grimace, reached for the great ball right next to it. Here it comes. The smile had returned on Lyn’s face. “Brace yourself.” She watched as Empy’s muscles tensed, lowering her center of gravity, ready to dash at any second. Lyn was concentrating on Faze, and to her surprise, he still had a bitter expression on his face. He looked as if he had swallowed a lemon. For a second Lyn thought she would have the type advantage. That is until the red energy from the great ball took the form of a magmar and robbed her of this notion. Fuck.

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Coming into the Ashes, this English was on a staggering winning binge, however they have been well and really dominated by the Aussies in this arrangement. They looked drowsy just as dumbfounded in the ODI arrangement and were poor, most definitely in the erratic Test. They have not to lose and everything to pick up from this T20I arrangement and will look give their beginning and end to get a positive outcome. Heather Knight and Daniele Wyatt have been the two most productive batsmen for them since the World Cup last a year ago, however the two of them haven't intrigued as much in the arrangement up until this point. Likewise, the absence of help from different individuals from the group have mounted extra strain to perform on them, which they haven't ready to adapt up to. They have a fair bowling lineup for the most brief arrangement of the game with a decent number of choices accessible with no trade off on the batting quality. Natalie Sciver has done exceedingly well on this visit and has contributed well with both the bat and the ball. They'd need commitments from every one of their players, and in the event that one of those can play a helpful innings or maybe bowl and marvelous spell, it won't amaze if England get off to a positive begin in the most limited adaptation of the game.

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Australia have effectively held the trophy and are as of now have the 8-2 lead. Nearly everybody have contributed for them in the arrangement gone up until now, and keeping in mind that they a couple of territories to improve in, they are excessively few and not critical. Australia's headliners, Alyssa Healy and Ellyse Perry have been awe inspiring in the competition up until now. They've done the greater part of the scoring for them alongside their other center request batsmen, and by and by their presentation will be basic to their prosperity. Bowling-wise too, Australian captain appreciate the advantage of having a lot of alternatives available to her with two or three great all-rounders accessible in the squad including Perry. Ashleigh Gardner, who has been marvelous as of late, will lead their bowling assault. Her one of a kind bowling spell in the T20I World Cup last will at present be new in the psyches of English ladies and won't care to give her simple wickets.

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16. Favorite food: tacos

17. Instruments: french horn (although i haven’t played in quite some time) and some not-very-good ukulele

18. Languages: just english unfortunately

19. Random fact: i have never broken a bone!

20. Aesthetic: i’ll let you know when i figure that out.... lol

21. One last thing about me: i love to try creative-type things but if i’m not immediately good at them i stop doing them. i’m trying to get better about that though.

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