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firespirited · 2 years
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Kiwi ash blonde to yellow attempt no2 (diluting with a different conditioner meant it wasn't very vibrant). It's part of the lemon and ash packs I got hoping for a platinum blonde and have been doing dye tests with since. Kiwi stretches easily so remember to be careful when washing it or choose nylon which has more tensile strength (aliexpress silk milk pure white is actually iceberg nylon) The orange is shimmer russet red dyed with yellow. This hair will hopefully go to repairing Holly woops Laurel? De'vious and her massive head crack. I'm not sure the people designing the hair styles fully understand the machines or maybe they just have a high acceptable loss rate and the rooted head is a negligible cost compared to eyes, body, clothes and shoes. It would explain how you can get a badly rooted painted head for $5 but those four piece odd shaped eyes are $7.
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prose-n-scripts · 3 years
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searidings · 2 years
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The prompt: Nia’s tasked with building one of those buzzfeed style quizzes and the theme is “Which Superfriend Would You Marry?” She sends it on their group chat as a test run. Kara and Lena are having a movie night and they take the test together. Lena gets Dreamer as a result . Kara’s immediate, not censored reaction is to say that there must be something wrong with it because there’s no way Lena would get Nia. The (fun) thing is, Kara and Lena aren’t dating (until that night oc).
“Which Superfriend would you marry?”
Lena promptly chokes on her mouthful of red wine, coughing and spluttering as her cheeks flush a deep puce. “Excuse me?”
Which— right. She probably could have phrased that differently. Kara grimaces, reaching out to rub soothingly over Lena’s back as her best friend tries valiantly to expel the last of the alcohol from her lungs.
“It’s a quiz. Craft Your Perfect Taco to Find Out Which Superfriend You Would Marry,” she explains once Lena’s breathing has settled, nudging closer on the couch to hook her chin over Lena’s shoulder. “Nia made it after Andrea decided Catco was going to become the new Buzzfeed within the week or we were all going to lose our jobs. I guess she finally finished it?”
Kara tilts her phone between them, showing Lena the message. “She sent it in the group chat. Wants us all to try it to make sure there are no bugs.”
“Which group chat?” Lena asks, hitting pause on the movie and rooting through their nest of blankets and pillows for her own phone. “Superfiends? Brain Train 2: Intergalactic Boogaloo? Alex Danvers' Blue Eyeshadow Support Group? America’s Ass?”
“Superfiends, I think— wait. America’s Ass?” Kara’s eyes narrow. “What’s that?”
“Woops.” Lena presses her lips together, blinking big and angelic. “You might not be in that one.”
Kara’s frown deepens. She pouts up at her best friend as Lena pushes up from the couch to refill their glasses, bottom lip at maximum extension. “You guys have a group chat without me?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Lena calls from the kitchen over the sound of pouring wine. “Tell me more about this quiz.”
Kara huffs. “You know I can’t be that easily distracted, right?”
Lena crosses back to the couch, depositing their drinks on the coffee table and flopping down beside her. She presses close, curling into Kara’s side in a cloud of expensive perfume. “Of course you can’t, darling,” Lena soothes, stroking a consoling hand over her forearm as she drops a large bag noisily into Kara’s lap. “Look, popcorn.”
Kara beams, ripping into the snack and devouring it with gusto. “Okay, so, the quiz,” she mumbles around a loud mouthful. “I guess we should take it separately? Nia wants as many guinea pigs as possible.”
Lena nods, settling in at Kara’s side as she unlocks her phone. She’s really close, and she smells really good, and her teal cashmere sweater is really soft against Kara’s skin so she makes the executive decision to hook her chin back over Lena’s shoulder. Just, like, for convenience.
“Hey!” Lena’s fingers dig lightly against her ribs, and Kara squirms. “No cheating.”
“How am I gonna cheat?” she huffs, but pulls her head back anyway, settling for hooking her pinkie through Lena’s belt loop instead. “This is a quiz designed to tell me who I should marry: my sister, my sister-in-law, my honorary father, my little brother, or his girlfriend. The results are gonna be pretty funky whichever way you slice ‘em.”
“Still,” Lena hums, wiggling her socked feet beneath Kara’s thigh. “Eyes to yourself, Ms Zor-El."
The loft falls silent as they tap away at their respective screens. She has to hand it to Nia; this quiz is no walk in the park. She spends a solid ninety seconds deliberating between pico de gallo and guac on her tacos, and is just making a mental note to tell Nia to add an all of the above option to every question when Lena sucks in a sharp breath, lets it out in a giggle.
“What?” Kara asks, craning her neck to get a look at the other woman’s screen. “Did you finish already? Who did you get?”
Lena’s still laughing, head tipped back, the elegant line of her throat exposed. Kara forces her eyes away from the arc of creamy skin, reaching over to pluck Lena’s phone from her limp fingers.
“Dreamer?” she all but shrieks, reading the name on the screen once, twice, three times. “You? And Dreamer? You and Dreamer? Dreamer?”
“Apparently so,” Lena laughs, head tipping back against the cushions. “Do you think Nia set herself as the only possible answer?”
“Apparently not, since I just got matched with Sentinel.” Kara shudders, the mere suggestion too icky to contemplate for long. She stares at Lena, who’s still chuckling.
“I can’t believe you got Dreamer,” Kara huffs, teeth grinding. “That’s ridiculous. I’m gonna tell Nia her quiz doesn’t work.”
Lena presses her lips together, holding back a smirk. Kara’s eyes get stuck there a moment; on the pretty pink sweep of plump flesh, the delicate bow, the deep plum tint left over from her wine.
“Why is it so ridiculous?” Lena chuckles, white teeth digging into the plush of her bottom lip. Kara’s eyes follow the indentation, the willing yield of her flesh to the pressure. She watches the way Lena’s mouth moves, entranced by the formation of words she’s barely registering.
When Lena’s mouth stops moving altogether, Kara manages to tear her eyes away only to find her best friend is staring at her pointedly, looking decidedly unimpressed.
Right. Lena had asked a question.
“It just— it’s wrong,” she manages at length, feeling a little like she’s having to manually fire her own synapses just to make her brain focus on anything besides the sight of Lena’s mouth. “The quiz is obviously faulty.”
“Why?” Lena repeats, a hint of indignation beginning to bleed into her tone. “I love Nia very much. There are certainly worse matches.”
“Yeah, but there’s also way better ones,” Kara insists. The collar of her shirt feels too tight all of a sudden, the room too hot and the air too stifling.
One perfectly manicured eyebrow quirks. “Such as?”
Kara opens her mouth. Closes it again. Opens it once more. “Well, I mean—”
Lena’s brow lifts another quarter inch. “Yes?”
“Lena, come on.” She doesn’t know why she’s so adamant on making this point. She just knows that Lena and Nia, it’s— it’s wrong. She just needs Lena to see that too. “You can’t honestly— Rao, if you were going to marry any of us it wouldn’t be Dreamer, it would be—”
Her jaw snaps shut with an audible click that echoes through the suddenly silent living room.
Kara’s heart is pounding. Her fists are clenched around the corners of an unsuspecting throw pillow, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. She becomes aware of this, mainly, because of how conspicuous her own noisy exhales are in comparison to Lena. Lena, who all of a sudden doesn’t appear to be breathing at all.
“Who?”
Lena’s voice is barely a whisper. In the unearthly quiet of the loft, it feels deafening.
Kara swallows, sandpaper rough. Doesn’t answer. Can’t.
Lena’s gaze is so heavy it feels like a physical touch. “Who, Kara?”
“I—” Her voice cracks. She clears her throat, takes a deep breath. “I don’t—”
Lena’s voice is a lit fuse, a thunderstorm on the horizon. “If not Nia, then who?”
The tension stretching the space between them pulls taught, wrought as overworked metal.
The goldfish clock on the wall counts the silent passage of time. Twenty seconds. Thirty.
She watches Lena. Lena watches her. Her lips aren’t smiling anymore. They’re pressed together, braced and tight.
Every molecule of air in Kara’s lungs shudders out at once. Her chest caves, shoulders slumping. The thread between them snaps, disappearing back into the ether. “I don’t know.”
Lena’s eyes widen a little, then narrow. The line of her jaw hardens infinitesimally. “Well, then. Maybe you shouldn’t be in such a hurry to pass judgment.”
Kara nods, cowed. Curls in on herself, hugging the pillow to her chest. Nia’s quiz doesn’t seem so fun anymore. In fact, their whole evening feels sour, curdling rotten in the pit of her stomach.
The movie restarts. Lena’s gaze is fixed on the screen but she isn’t watching, not really. Her eyes don’t follow the action, don’t move, don’t even blink.
Kara watches her, throat clogged with the contents of her slashed-wide heart, afraid to set it free lest its welcome be less than warm.
They don’t speak until the movie ends, some bland easy-listening tune rolling over the credits. It’s barely gotten to the first chorus when Lena shifts, rooting through the blankets for her discarded phone and reaching for her purse on the coffee table.
Kara sees the dismissal, the looming escape, in the tense lines of Lena’s shoulders. Hears it in the fraught silence between them before Lena even says a word. “Well, I should probably—”
Panic flares hot through her muscles and suddenly, vicious as a lightning strike, the dam behind Kara’s teeth cracks.
“Me,” she interrupts, desperate and half-wild.
Lena freezes, halfway off the couch, one foot planted on the floor while the other pushes awkwardly against the couch cushions. “What?”
“God, me.” She doesn’t want to say it again. She says it again anyway. “Not Nia. Me."
Lena’s mouth falls open, a soundless breath escaping her. Her toes twitch against the couch cushions. “What— what are you saying?”
Kara takes a deep breath. The dam has cracked, now. Little point trying to hold back the flood.
“I’m saying, if you’re gonna take a stupid quiz about which of the Superfriends you should marry then the right answer – the only answer – is me.” Kara bites hard at the inside of her cheek. The sting helps to centre her, calms her rapid breathing enough to get the words out. “I’m saying that if you were to marry anyone, anyone in the galaxy, then I’d want— I’d hoped it might be me.”
For a long moment, Lena doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Only stares at Kara, wide-eyed.
Then, slowly, achingly slowly, she sinks back onto the couch beside her. Across the desolate chasm between their bodies, their knees brush. Lena’s voice is very, very quiet. “I’d hoped it might be you, too.”
Kara’s breath hitches. Lena’s eyes are so green it almost hurts to look at them. “Yeah?”
Lena’s mouth, always captivating, quirks into the beginnings of a smile so radiant it could outshine the brightest sun. “Yeah.”
Kara swallows. Snakes her fingers out to where Lena’s rest on the cushion between them, twining tight. “Wow,” she breathes, breathless and still a little disbelieving. “Wow. So, are we— are we really doing this?”
Lena chuckles, squeezing their joined hands. “What, getting married?”
Kara flushes, a heady suffusion of white-hot joy coursing through her veins. “I mean, maybe we could start with dinner,” she chuckles, and Lena nods. Kara tilts her chin until they’re eye to eye. Lets the last blissful secret of her heart run free. “But, one day? Absolutely.”
Lena’s cheeks flush a delicate pink, eyelashes fluttering. “Deal.”
It’s natural, then, the way Lena folds into her. The way their bodies slot together on the couch like interlocking helices, Lena’s head on her shoulder, arms around her waist. Kara encircles her ribcage in turn, holding her tight, peppering the sweet planes of her face with the lightest dusting of kisses. She revels in the softness of Lena’s skin beneath her lips, the way her cheeks heat beneath the tender ministrations into a blush Kara can feel against her mouth.
“I cannot believe,” Lena hums, knuckles tracing the planes of Kara’s stomach through her shirt, “that after six years the thing that finally got us to this point was Nia Nal’s taco quiz.”
Kara snorts, nosing into Lena’s hairline to inhale the warm untempered essence of her. “God, I know,” she chuckles, pulling Lena a little tighter against her. “We’re ridiculous.”
Lena hums, burrowing against her chest, and Kara thinks she could stay here forever quite happily, actually. That she might never need anything else again.
A thought strikes her suddenly and she tenses hard enough that above her, Lena does too. She raises her head so their gazes can meet, green eyes wide and apprehensive. “What is it, darling?”
“Did you choose salsa rojo or salsa verde for your tacos?” Kara rushes out, wide-eyed. “Because now I'm worried I made the wrong call, what if—”
Lena only laughs, and halts all further taco talk with a kiss.
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creatorofclay · 3 years
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Welcome back to observations with your favorite Kamski obsessed roleplayer. Last time, we talked about the actual location of Elijah's villa (boy was that a pain to dig back up too), the exact location of it on Belle Island. Today, it's time to discuss inside.
So, credit where credit is due, I want to thank @nock-and-bolt for their post about it that caused me to dig myself because, wow. I actually bought the game on PC and paid for the freecam (from otis_inf on Patr.eon) to dig because I am absolutely desperate. Hope you enjoy!
For my research purposes, I will be focusing on the parts of the rooms you don’t get to see normally, since the pool room and waiting room are explored enough in game... As well as a bunch of other things, wow this post got long LOL woops.
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Okay, so, first off, I have said this before and I will say it again. This place is UGLY. But, I don’t get modern design, so we will move on from that. Second, the place is literally aesthetic only, I swear to you. There are at least 20+ different chairs/couches that you can see just in the main parts of the house. There’s no reason to have that much sitting space unless you either host people a lot, which I highly doubt he does, or its for design and nothing else. It doesn’t even include what we can’t see on the other side of the house, its just the rooms we CAN see. 
Its not a place you live, this is like a museum. Or office or some showroom.
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The left side (facing the building) is the only part that I believe is the living space and it seems to be very small. But, knowing that Kamski has an appreciation for Japanese culture, and that I personally believe he’s absolutely a minimalist, this would make sense. He doesn’t need more than this small corner of the house for the kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. 
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Roughly this size which, like I said, is probably enough for him. It would be the size of basically a studio apartment except more utilized because the living room and dining room are the other side of the house. 
But, moving on from the outside. Now, nock-and-bolt showed us what was behind the door that Chloe walks through in the pool room, but what I am curious about now is the farthest right door in the waiting area.
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I think I remember seeing concept art that made it out to be what looked like it could have been a room, there was a bookshelf behind the door. I always assumed it was a home office or something, and its what I personally have worked with in my headcanons. But, nope. Thats actually wrong. 
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Its just another hallway into this main living room. Which makes sense, sort of, if the kitchen and other things are on the other side of the waiting area. So you don’t always have to walk through the pool room to get to the other side of the house. But, whats super neat, that I love about this, is the stuff on the shelf here. Its just a few things but boy are they interesting. 
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A floral vase and a couple weird, modern art pieces. I really don’t like Elijah’s style, I can’t stress that enough here, but its again clear how much of a minimalist he is. But, there is also one more thing:
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What looks like some sort of Greek inspired vase the highest on the shelves. I did a bit of research to figure out what its supposed to be and what I could find seems to be referring to a nostos, which is “is a theme used in Ancient Greek literature, which includes an epic hero returning home by sea.” Which I only found from reading about Odysseus who was most known for his own nostos that took his 10 “eventful” years after the decade long trojan war, the subject of the Odyssey, one of two major ancient Greek epic poems attributed to Homer.
Crucial themes in the poem include the ideas of nostos (νόστος; "return"), wandering, xenia (ξενία; "guest-friendship"), testing, and omens. Scholars still reflect on the narrative significance of certain groups in the poem, such as women and slaves, who have a more prominent role in the epic than in many other works of ancient literature. This focus is especially remarkable when considered beside the Iliad, which centres the exploits of soldiers and kings during the Trojan War.
I am pretty sure the symbolism in the game is pretty obvious by this point, but this is just interesting because the vase is not something anyone would EVER see in the game. Its behind a door you can’t open, that never opens, and tucked away in the corner you would never see. But, it is still important for Elijah Kamski as a character. Assumed trials and tribulations, as well as the 10 year gap? Its just too coincidental. But, thats a whole other story honestly, and I don’t really know the most about Greek Mythos to be talking about it right now. 
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Some other small things from this weird house that I thought were interesting. Just textures really, but detail. The marks on the cellos may be my favorite because it means they’re being used. Probably played in that chair sitting beside them. 
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ALSO THIS? Theres one chair that isn’t pushed in equal with the others. ONE. Its literally like an inch out further than the other 7 chairs. Someone was sitting there recently. 
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Now, these are interesting. because they--
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--are literal tubes. I’m assuming these are for the androids. Maybe where they go when they aren’t in use or doing something. Or just. Charging? Stations? I don’t know, it could literally be a spawn point for them, but I think they are purposely placed and its interesting to me that they are placed like pedestals in front of the tv. Like he just likes to look at them standing there. Like a weirdo. 
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Now we have this door. This door that I thought went somewhere because I didn’t notice it from the outside before but. Nope. It just goes outside. 
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So I watched a video recently that was someone looking at $40 million NYC apartments and I realize what this door must be. Its the only way to get fresh air in this bitch. None of the other windows are made to be opened, anywhere in this villa. So, there has to be one. Its just weird to me that its at the far end overlooking the pier. 
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I just have a love hate relationship with this place. Its aesthetic, but the aesthetic is modern and weird. This place, what we can see of it, is not a living space. This is an office. What you show off to show how much money you have. I’m curious what this place looks like during the Kamski ending. All dark even though I think all these lights he has on are NEVER turned off. We shall see...
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Also when Chloe goes to talk to Elijah she stands at this door and doesn’t move until shes ready again. He’s spawned in the pool by this point. Sure, when she goes to open the door again, she appears a few steps back so she can walk up to it, but my heart wants to believe she was told to just stand there and make them wait LOL. 
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There was also a very human reaction from Chloe when Connor appeared to be standing in her way. I had stepped in so Kamski would start swimming and went behind the door to see where Chloe got the robe from (im sure she just pops it out of thin air because its just floating under the house) but she didn’t force him to step aside for some reason, like she has done before. She just... Waited there behind him.  She reached behind her head, rubbed at her neck, motioned like she was impatient like... “God is this guy really going to just stand there and play with a quarter or is he going to move?” She even tapped her hand a couple times against her thigh. It was.... Strange to see.
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In conclusion... Is there a conclusion? This is just a collection of things I discovered. If I find something else interesting, I will share. For now, thats all. uwu I went overboard and this is really long but.... I don’t call myself obsessed for nothing........
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hoochieblues · 3 years
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100 Days of Writing: Day 67
How do you get through the fire swamp?
for @the-wip-project
Honestly, I'll tell you when I know...? I haven't really had any experiences like in the original post, where it's a repeated experience that I hated every book when I was doing it (apart from some forays into genres or house styles I did not like doing) ... generally if there was an issue where a story was hard to write, something was up with it, either because I screwed up somewhere, or due to personal reasons.
Personal under cut; some mild abuse mentions?
If I've ever had a really hard time working through something, either the characters were off, the plot had a problem, or I had what I've seen referred to as a 'writing injury' - either burnout or negative associations with the process of writing that had become untenable for any number of reasons (in my case, ranging from financial issues and pressure, abuse at home, massive disconnect between what I was writing and what I was comfortable producing/marketing, and so on...) to a degree so extreme that I felt horrible about something I'd once been proud of and enthused by.
There are also challenges in terms of health and fatigue but, generally, if I was having such negative patterns every time, that would be really abnormal for me. That's something that occurs with, for example, regular editing jobs where I proof books in genres I really don't jive with.
What I do get most often is less a fire swamp and more a cold and desolate desert of indecision.
Like, rn I have (under a separate pen name) a series of fetish romances on the back boiler. The first one went great and got a lovely reception from the six people out there who actively read femdom. I was so delighted.
I'm currently completely goddamn stuck on the start of the series I was testing the water for, partly due to - TMI incoming - some gnarly shit in my personal life around relationships that affected how I see myself and my confidence in myself (kinky or otherwise) , partly due to Hooch's Continuing Adventures in Therapy (woop woop), and partly - probably most significantly - due to plotting myself into a corner with a macguffin that just stubbornly won't work.
I've been stuck on it for months, largely thanks to a depressive episode over the summer, and while that's a fabulous thing about self-publishing - you're fucking up no one's timetable but your own - it's still frustrating, and it's very lonely when you are doing it all alone.
I have very few writing buddies to start with, and literally nobody for the very classy plot-heavy I swear femdom smut so it's a real challenge. And I say that as the same person currently wading back into fandom to revamp about 500k of years-old fics for fun (why yes, I question myself often) after being stuck in a ~7year fire swamp of not being able to write either at all or 'for fun' because of ill health, work, other obligations/complete breakdown and processing all the nonsense I've cheese-and-whined about here before.
So, in short.... I don't know? I know what I'm trying to do, which is a) not be annoyed by or envious of people (no shade on the original post that was referenced in today prompt, this is my baggage entirely) who say 'I get through things thanks to my great support network!' - that's wonderful and I'm pleased for you, just slightly frustrated - and b) trying to be more compassionate to myself and allow that yes, sometimes I need time off. I need to heal, relax, breathe, and refill the creative well, to borrow @barbex's excellent phrase.
And that's okay. That's not something to be ashamed of or feel guilt or pressure over. I've had a lot going on, as anyone who's followed even a few of my long, rambling, and over-sharing posts will attest to. (I owe you all cookies. :) )
If it takes me a week, a month, a year, or longer, I will make it out of the swamp and/or desert on my own time. It's not unfamiliar terrain. I've lived here before and I packed rations and a teflon tent. I'm not worried.
Just... maybe this time I'll make notes on the map about what works and what doesn't, and aim for a shorter path.
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rudemaidenswrite · 4 years
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Letters
Thomas Hewitt x Reader, Leatherface x Reader
Part 1
By: @pusantheamazonian            For: @sylvanasthebansheequeen​
You’ve been sending letters to him ever since you moved. But you never got a response until now.
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"This place is a dump. Can't believe you actually lived out here." A scoff comes from the driver. Scott's always been a jerk, saying the first thing that comes to mind.
"It's not that bad. The people are what made it the best."  You really don't want to argue about this again. 
"No, Texas is a shit hole. Good thing you left." Scott cackles.
Against my will. 
"Like Mississippi is any better?" Donna chimes in from the front seat. 
Ignoring them both and their ignorant bickering. Texas was the best time of your life. That's why you're going back. You have to know if your happiness is still there. A deep itch of finally being almost home. Has you restless as fuck. You can only hope they remember you. It's been fifteen years since that horrible day. But as it turns out, the world is testing you today. 
"Can you fix it?" Donna whines as the three of you are on the side of the road, looking at the flat tire. 
"Yeah I got a spare in the back. Must have been a nail in the road." Grumbling Scott opens the trunk pulling everything out.
"Well thanks for the lift but I'm gonna bail. I'm just gonna walk the last few miles." Scooping up your backpack, you slowly start walking backwards. 
"What? No you can't just abandon us. We don't even know where we are." Donna practically screams in horror. 
"In good old Texas. Just keep following this road until it hits the interstate." Forcing a smile you keep backing up. 
"Seriously?"  Scott stares in disbelief. 
"Yup! Thanks for the ride and hope you have fun in California." Waving you turn around and start power walking before they can guilt you into staying. 
Freedom! Now it's just you and the land in this long trek. You forgot how eerily silent the town has become. You had heard that the meat plant closed down a few years ago. Hell you'll be surprised if there is anyone still living out here. The plant should have killed everyone, would have saved money if they did it that way. Rather than let the whole town slowly bleed dry. 
*Woop Woop*
"Fuck." Whispering you stand by the side of the road and wait. You know that annoying Woop Woop anywhere.
The old sheriff car slows to a stop a few feet from you. The car rattles as he steps out, an old grouchy looking man.
"You lost missy?" The gruffness is matched with a sour look.
"No sir. Just taking a walk." You remain neutral as possible and polite. 
"I ain’t seen you around. Where are you from?" 
"Rhode Island but-"
"You wouldn't happen to know what happened to the two young'uns a few miles back?" Cutting you off he steps forwards with a purpose. 
"What do you mean?" That question peaks your curiosity.
"A ways back looks like car trouble but both are dead."
"What? I left them thirty minutes ago. How can they be dead?" Confused, you don't know what to say. They were alive, bitching at the car but alive.
"So you do know them. Well I think we need to have a talk. Get in the back."
"Sheriff-"
"Get. In." He pulls a pistol out. Pointing at you and the car. Panicking you shuffle towards the door. This situation is not good but what's worse is you can't figure it out but the sheriff looks familiar. The tattoo on his forearm, you know it from somewhere. 
Sliding into the back seat you place your backpack beside you. The car stinks, it's a putrid smell. Either something died in here or there's something dead in the trunk. 
The Sheriff climbs back into the driver's seat, slamming the door hard. He's not interested in any conversation. Driving in silence he gives you the side eye from the mirror the whole way.
Now this is confusing, he's pulling up to the place you were going. 
"Sheriff how-"
"Stay here." Barking out the order with a glare, you nod in response. Leaving you alone in the locked car, he walks inside. 
What is going on? You didn't tell anyone that you were coming for a visit. The Sheriff certainly didn't even ask for your name. So how would he know to bring you here?
Leaning on the front seat you can see the house has taken a beating over the years. But it's still the same two story white plantation style house as before. 
The loud bang of the front door opening scares you. A massive man wearing a stained apron walks towards you. Keeping his head down the whole way. Retreating into the back seat. Who the hell is this?
Reaching the door, he pauses a second before quickly opening it. Startled by the force you scoot towards the other door. Panic sets in. Suddenly he's grabbing your ankle and dragging you to the edge. Just as you start to fight him, he lets go of you. Curious you risk a glance. You’re staring into chocolate brown eyes. Eyes you know so well, the ones that haunt your dreams.
“Thomas?”  Whispering you can't believe it.
He blinks in shock. He never thought you would recognize him. He recognized you instantly.
Out of muscle memory, at the same time you hold your left hand up using the sign language I love you symbol. He is doing the same symbol with his right hand. Pressing them together you both stare, never blinking. Different emotions are flowing in the silence. That is before you throw yourself into his arms. 
Falling onto his back he holds you tightly watching your happiness explode. As you babble about how happy you are to see him, how you have missed him to upset that he never answered your letters back to squealing in joy. 
“How dare you leave me without a word!” Teasing you can't help the tears. His hands cup your face, wiping the tears away. "I’m okay. They're tears of joy, I always hoped that I would see you again.”
Everything is clearer now the rude Sheriff has to be Uncle Charlie. He was always an ass but now with power he's gone a little psycho.
“Thomas quit fuckin around get her inside.” The Sheriff's gruff voice returns. 
Speaking of the asshole. Thomas steps in front of you shaking his head no. 
“No?”
“Hoyt what's going on?” A faint voice comes from the house. 
“Nothing Mama.” He shouts back.
“Hoyt? When did Charlie change his name?” Confused, you practically shout the question out. 
“What did you say?” Uncle Charlie, Hoyt whatever he wants to be called questions. 
“I asked when did you change your name to Hoyt? I clearly remember calling you Uncle Charlie.” Peeking out from behind Thomas you stare at the man dressed in the Sheriff's outfit. You knew there was something familiar about that tattoo. 
A huge arm he pushes you back. Thomas wants you to stay behind him.
“Y/N? Y/N Y/L/N?” 
“Hello!” You peek back out. With a frustrated huff he shoves you behind him again. “Thomas I was just saying hello.”
“Bullshit.” Scoffing, Hoyt can't believe it. 
“Uh huh!” Side stepping around Thomas, lifting your shirt up. Exposing the scar on your stomach. The one that dons most of your stomach, separating into three individual scars. You two were playing in the woods when you crawled over a piece of barbed wire. Uncle Charlie had to hold you still while Mama Luda stitched you together. 
“I'll be damned. There's never be a girl stupid as you that crawled over barbed wire for fun.” 
Frustrated, you watch him laugh. They never did believe you that it was a simple mistake. 
“It was an accident!”
“You knew better than to be playing in the woods.” Huffing he  remembers the two other people from today. “Well shit, your friends.”
“It's okay. I was only hitching a ride with those assholes." Shrugging if you're being honest they were not your friends. A coworker introduced you to them because you were looking for a ride. 
“Asshole? Good riddance then. Common on Mama and Uncle Monty aren't going to believe this.” He nods at the house. 
Smiling you interlock your hand with Thomas's and follow Uncle Charlie inside. Pulling Thomas with you. Giddy you can't believe everyone is still here. 
"Mama! Uncle Monty! You're never gonna believe who I found." He yells once passing the threshold. 
"Hoyt, why are you yelling? There's no yelling in the house!" The scolding voice carries from the kitchen. Followed with the shuffle of two footsteps. 
"Mama you remember Y/N." Hoyt smirks.
"Oh my… Y/N is that really you?"
"Yes it's me." Smiling you never thought you could be this happy. Mama Luda and Uncle Monty haven't changed either. 
"Well I never! You've grown up so beautifully." She's in tears cradling your face, treating you like glass.
"Thank you."
"You come and talk. Tommy has some work to finish." Hoyt orders interrupting your peace.
Turning you stare at Thomas like he's going to fade to dust right in front of you. You can feel Thomas staring the same way. Neither one of you wants to let go. 
"Y/N. Tommy. You can see each other later." Luda takes you free hand in hers. 
"Yes Mama." The words tumble out slowly as she tugs you along. Internally screaming you don't want to talk. You just want to hug Tommy until there's no tomorrow. Nonetheless you let her pull you into the kitchen. 
Planting you in an empty seat at the table. She pours some lemonade as everyone sits down and you notice that Thomas heads to the basement.
"Now tell me. How are your parents?"  Mama Luda scoots her chair closer.
"Both have passed on." It's a somber moment officially talking about it. 
"Oh dear. I'm sorry." Instantly she's frowning. You guess she didn't expect that answer. 
"Father was eight years ago. Mother last fall."
"What have you been doing since school? There must be something." Trying to sound cheerful she diverts the conversation. 
"I'm a mechanic."
"A what?" Mama Luda and Hoyt question in unison.
"You became a mechanic!" Uncle Monty is laughing his ass off. Everyone knows that's something you must have picked up from him.
"That's not fit for a lady." The frown temporarily returns to Mama Luda’s face. 
"Mama wasn't happy about it either." Smiling you remember the horrified face she made when you told her. "I was thinking about trying to buy the old house back and maybe open a mechanic shop." Shrugging you take a sip of lemonade.
"Dumb idea no one left out here." Uncle Monty states sourly.
"I know." Smiling it feels good to be home.
After dinner Thomas is showing you to your room, the same room you used to use when you would spend the night. But with each step towards the spare bedroom you feel queasy, you don't want to sleep alone. Grabbing his shirt you insist that he stop for a moment.
"Thomas...Can I stay with you?" He turns, staring at you with wide eyes. Now you feel embarrassed. "You don't have to say yes. I understand that you'll want your personal space. It's just been so long and I have this overwhelming need to be close to you."
With a silent groan he pulls you towards his room. It's just as you remember. The old spring bed, dresser off to the side and the now seemingly too small desk and chair. You place your backpack in the corner. You don't want him to accidentally trip because of your clutter. Leaning you pull out some pajamas. 
That's when he sees it. Your shirt rose up and in black ink is his name. It could be anybody's name but in shaky writing is the name Thomas. Before he knows it he has a hand on your hip. 
“What are you doing?”  Startled, you didn't expect such a warm hand on your hip, especially Thomas's. 
Bewildered, he looks at you quickly removing. Pointing at your hip, he pokes it. Following his eyes you see what has him curious, most of your tattoo is showing. Exposing your hip so he can see it completely. Curiously he traces it with a finger with wide eyes. 
“Yes I have your name tattooed on my hip.” He gives you a look that you interpret as him asking why. “Because we were always attached at the hip.” 
Minutes go by as he processes this, slowly caressing the letters.
“After you left school to work at the plant. I stole some of your homework that the teacher still had. Then when I got old enough I brought with me to the tattoo shop. I wanted it to be in your handwriting.” Embarrassed you've never told anyone the truth about the tattoo. That you wanted it because it was your way of staying sane and remembering the good times. Before he dropped out of school to help support the family and you moving away.
You see him frown slightly as he turns to the closet. Opening it he's searching for something, it's not long before he finds it. His body is trembling as he hands you an old shoe box. You've never seen him this worried about showing you something. Sitting on the bed you carefully open it. 
“Oh. My. God. You did receive my letters.” Your heart drops.
Everything's gone numb, you don't know if you exist anymore. The box is filled with everything you ever sent him and things from when you two were little. Picking a letter up you notice the worn edges like it has been read over and over. 
“I never knew if you did. I thought that they were ending up in the trash somewhere or to another person.” 
Placing it to the side, you see the pictures you have sent with the letters. Most just the yearly school photos but during high school you started to add different candid photos you thought were cute. But there's some old ones, of you two or just him that are burnt. Picking up the least burnt one, you and Thomas are in your Sunday best. Sitting on the front porch with his head resting on your shoulder while the two of you are reading Clifford the Big Red Dog. It looks like someone started to burn his face out but chose against it at the last minute leaving it an obscure dark color.
“You…have no idea how much I've missed you.” Breaking down, you sob uncontrollably. Holding the picture tightly. "Please…. Please don't ever leave me again." 
Thomas doesn't know what to do. He never meant to hurt you, he just wanted you safe. He didn't think that ignoring your letters would cause this much pain. Watching you cry feels like a stab to his own heart.
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studywithdanielle · 4 years
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How to Study For: Uni Entrance Exams
14 JUL 2020
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Hey guys! I’m currently studying for the TSA and I thought it would be helpful for me to consolidate my process so I can look back on it. Then I remembered that I have a studyblr (woop woop 🎉!) and that I can possibly help others by posting it on here.
NOTE: This is a strategy for exams consisting of multiple choice or short answer questions. If you’d like me to cover essay question prep, just let me know 🥰 !
Btw, I’m a conceptual learner that likes formulas so if this sounds like a rocket launch countdown, I deeply apologise ?.
What You’ll Need:
Internet - I mean, what don’t we use it for these days?
Practise papers
Practise questions
Phase 1 - Preparation
Step 1: Don’t panic
Okay you can panic a little, especially if you’ve left it late but not all hope is lost!
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Yes, I know the ‘duh, duh, duh!!!’ didn’t help but panicking will only make you feel overwhelmed and will make the exam seem impossible. Here’s what you should do instead:
Step 2: Find out what the university actually wants
Why do they have an entrance exam anyway?
Especially in the UK, most universities don’t have an entrance exam so if they do, there’s a reason and you’re going to be Sherlock Holmes and find out why that is. Whilst it may seem like they’re trying to traumatise you, I don’t think they particularly enjoy marking a zillion papers 🤧.
What do they expect?
For most university courses, there are a grade requirements and knowing what those are is really helpful for setting your own expectations. If your course (likes mine) doesn’t require maths and there are maths problems on the exam, they won’t be at A-level, IB HL or AP standard.
What score should I be aiming for?
This links to the previous question but finding admissions stats for your subject will help you determine a mark that you’re aiming for. Many of these tests are not designed for really high marks so releasing that expectation early will save you a great deal of stress.
What skills are they testing?
For some entrance exams, the university will list out the skills they’re testing in their entrance exam. Practising these skills broadly will help you to develop them. For example, if they’re testing translation in a language entrance exam, reading in the target language and understanding it will be good practise because you’ll be able to convey ideas from another language if you understand them.
Step 3: Master your strategy
The worst thing that could happen in an exam is that you don’t know what to do or what to write. The best way to tackle that? Having a strategy. Sometimes just having something to do in an exam even if you don’t actually know what you’re doing gives your brain some time to stop freaking out and start problem-solving. To master your strategy, you need to:
Find out the question types
For example, the TSA is split into 2 sections (I have to do both 😭), one multiple-choice paper and one 30 minute essay. I know there are about 9-10 different types of questions targeting 2 skills: critical thinking and problem-solving. By doing this, I can work towards perfecting each question type and in theory will be able to do the whole of the first paper.
Figure out the timings
You can do this in minutes per mark or if there’s an advised amount of time you should spend on a particular type of question, take a note of this.
Figure out your process for each question type
Usually at the beginning of a book full of practise questions, there will be a description as to how best to approach each question. If there isn’t or you don’t have access to one, try looking up strategies on the wonder that is the Internet. If you’re still not sure, attempt questions with commentary answers so that id you get them wrong, you can create a strategy of your own using the tips you’ve gathered from there.
Practise, practise practice. Oh, and did I say practise?
When practising questions:
Make sure to practise a block of questions that are all the same type. This will allow you to learn how to identify the question type quicker and also gives you a sign to stop so you don’t spend all day working on these questions because you’re stressed 😪.
1. Attempt the question
2. Mark the question
3. If you got it wrong, try and figure out why yourself - write this in a different colour.
4. Check the markscheme or talk-through (if there is one) and add in anything you may have missed or anything that could be helpful for the next question in another colour. Now you’ve differentiated between what you could figure out and what you couldn’t.
5. Attempt the next question
*This may seem tedious because why would you not mark all the questions at the end? Doing it this way ensures you approach each question with a better idea of what to do and allows you to pick up on nuances that you may not have otherwise realised. Also, you don’t want to instil the “wrong” method or idea because of muscle-memory.*
6. Once you finish your block of questions, make note of something that went well, something that could’ve been better and what to do for next time. I’d advise you to keep this in a table so that you can see your progress over time. Make sure to look at this before you attempt this style of question again.
Okay so now we now how to practise a block of questions, do we do them to time or not.
I’d recommend doing them not to time at first.
This will allow you to focus on mastering your process and approach to each type of question. You should continue to do this (if you have enough time) until:
You’ve perfected your process/approach
You’ve ensured your strategy actually helps YOU get the right answer
Once you know the strategy works, you’ll feel more confident in the exam, especially because you know if you blank, you have something to fall back on.
I say ‘YOU’ because whilst a strategy straight out of a textbook may work fine for someone else, it may not be the best way for you. Don’t be afraid to tweak it to fit you or create a whole new strategy altogether!
Now, if your strategy works, move onto the next stage. If not, let’s troubleshoot your strategy.
Troubleshooting your process:
1. Find patterns: are there a particular nuances you’re always missing or mistakes you’re making?
For example, in the TSA being able to differentiate between premises and conclusions is really important. If I find that this is something I can’t do, I’ve discovered a pattern.
2. Practise on easier questions.
With the example above, I may look up arguments for GCSE RS or psychology students and try and identify premises and clauses.
3. Adjust your strategy as is necessary
You may realise that you should another step to your strategy, such as highlighting key words, after practising on easier questions
Right, so you have your strategy down - now what?
Practise to time.
It’s the timing that’s the stickler for many uni entrance exams and the best way to get that down is to practise doing the questions to time. I’d still recommend doing the questions in their question blocks at this stage or mixing up blocks that are similar in question type.
Step 4: Practice tests
Now you know what to do when you see all the types of questions, it’s time to apply what you’ve learnt to a real paper. This is where you see what has stuck and what hasn’t so it’s important to see this is a learning process - don’t expect to get 100% on your first try.
When completing a practice test:
1. Answer the entire test
Since you’ve got your processes down, it’s not necessary to mark each question individually since it’s so time-consuming.
2. Go through and mark the test
3. Try and work out where you went wrong, do this in a different colour.
4. Go through the mark scheme and add further corrections in a different colour.
5. Make a note of your mark, what went well, what could’ve been better (even better if ...) and what to do for next time in a tracker. Look at this before you next do a practice exam.
6. If you find you’re getting a particular type of question wrong every time, go back to those question blocks and master your strategy again.
As I said earlier, these tests are not designed for really high marks and so even after lots of practise, there’ll probably still be things that aren’t quite right. But if:
You’re getting the scores you want/need
You have your strategy for each question type down
Then congratulations - you are officially ready for the exam 🎉.
Whilst I wouldn’t advise all practise to stop, I do think that at this stage, running through loads more exam papers is a bit redundant. Maybe doing one every week or fortnight will suffice. Plus, if you started preparing early, you don’t want to go through alllll your practice papers before the exam actually comes around.
Phase 2 - Lead Up to the Exam
Congrats - you made it!
Honestly, I think if you’ve prepared properly then doing hardcore practise isn’t necessary and might burn you out in the lead up to the exam. If you take away anything from this really long post make it this:
Consistent practise always wins. Always.
If you’ve been consistently practising, there’s no need to cram too much last minute revision. I will say though that looking over your practice test tracker the night before the exam may be helpful as a last-minute reminder but, of course, if this is just going to stress you out further, don’t do it.
Last-Minute Tips
Don’t make this your whole life - It’s summer! There are so many more actually fun things you could be doing. Even practising a couple of times a week at first is absolutely fine.
Ask from advice from the experts - If there’s anything in particular that you’re worried about, ask someone who’s done or is practising for the test or email the university - they might be able to give you one of their students details so you can ask them directly.
Well, that’s all I’ve got for you ...
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I hope this was helpful! Feel free to add your own tips and if you have any questions or feedback, just ask me or message me - my DMs are always open. Of course, you could just leave a note on here but if you want to be a little fancy, hit me up!
Alsoooo, let me know if you want me to a) do this for essay-based entrance exams and/or b) turn this into a mini-series and apply these steps to different tests like the TSA, LNAT, BMAT, UKCAT, STEP etc. Then all the resources will be in one place. Obviously, I’m not preparing for all of them (doctor who? definitely not me 🤧) but I have some friends doing some of these exams so I can get some extra exclusive tips from them.
Now, carrying on with QOTD:
QOTD: How do you get over exam nerves?
For me, acknowledging that I’m nervous before the exam and that it’s okay before I distract myself makes me feel much calmer. In an actual exam, I usually cover my ears and try and focus on what I’m reading to get out of my head 😅.
PS: This is my first informative post - please don’t judge 🙈! And if you’ve found it helpful, please reblog so that others can see these tips too ☺️.
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Tequila Sunrise
Pairings: Chris Evans x Fem Reader
Style: One-Shot
Request?: No, but 100% inspired by that stupid Shawn Mendes/Camila Cabello song I will never get out of my head
Warnings: Language. Smut. Unprotected sex (woops, wrap it before you tap it, kids). NSFW. Slight dom!Chris.
Word count: 4.5K 
Summary: You’ve known Chris since you were twelve. He’s always been a constant for you, never a romantic interest. But will the summer heatwave, humidity and pool time get to your head and change the way you feel about each other? Includes Anthony Mackie!
A/N: Holy shit, you guys. I’ve been working on this one all week. I won’t lie, I’m attached to this one and really hope you guys like it. :3 I’m considering doing a series tied to this -- more of what happens with Reader/Chris & potentially with Ava (bc I love her personality and modeled her off Blake Lively, if you couldn’t tell). If you liked this/would be interested in reading more in this world please comment and let me know!! Your support helps me write :))
This story truly feels like my baby so please do leave it some love/review if you liked it. Sorry if the smut sucked I hate writing it but felt like it was essential to the story jfdlakflds;akf;dsaf. Don’t hate me. ALSO, huge thank you to my #1 @deartomhardy. She helped me through this in so many ways. Hyped me up when parts of this fic made me sweaty, yelled at me when I whined about the smut. Supported me literally through it all. I love u my baby angel. <3 (Gif not mine!)
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You say we’re just friends,
But friends don’t know the way you taste.
‘Cause you know it’s been a long time coming,
Don’t you let me fall.
It was hotter than all hell, and you were starting to get sick of the dry heat that was coursing it’s way through the city the past few days. Your hometown used to be so enjoyable; better weather, less traffic, less people, less lines, less noise. Now, everything was popular - and not in a cute way. The donut shop down the street you had been going to since you were five was now considered a collectible. You saw tourists at the airport with the stupid blue boxes everywhere. The quaint coffee shop that was next to a questionable Chinese restaurant had now multiplied where you could find one on almost every street corner. Even down to the people - one in particular - who used to just be a regular Joe Schmoe was now a celebrity in his (also your) hometown. Wild.
“Find any hotties out there?” You turned your head to the edge of the pool to peer through your circular sunglasses at the voice. Mackie was leaned against the cool tiles surrounding the edge of the pool, the bottom of his body enveloped in water. He turned to look at Chris who had just entered the gated pool area.
“I just went to get some beers, Mack. Chill.” Chris replied, and you couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your lips at his response.
Local-theatre-geek-turned-celebrity did have its perks, though. For one, you were able to enjoy a private pool on a 97 degree day, well, privately. Chris’s summer home was nothing short of a resort; food at any and all hours of the day, a pool, hot tub, and theater room. The best part about the pool was that there were no kids screaming and running around, wreaking havoc. You had a barbecue all to yourself, you could blast music and no one would complain. Plus, you found yourself suddenly surrounded by far better and more interesting company.
You and Chris had always been close. That was clear to everyone around you. You went to his premieres, supported him on Broadway, stayed up with him late into the night over the phone when his anxiety got the best of him, and he was a full Country away from you. Assured him that he would have the family he’s always wanted one day. And he supported you through all your endeavors. Helped you pay your way through grad school (I have so much money, Y/N, I literally don’t know what to do with it. Let me do something good for you, just this once he’d said to you late that night on the floor of your college dorm). Listened to you when you ranted about your parents and how the planet alignment was throwing off your mood. Was a shoulder to cry on when you went through breakups. There were no secrets between you, and there was no drama.
You knew this was because the only rule you had with Chris was the one that had stood the test of time: no sex. Period. No matter how drunk you got in the college dorms or at Marvel premieres. Even if you didn’t have someone to kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve. Even if you were vulnerable, heart aching for some affection and non-romantic sex after your ex cheated on you. Even if you were just plain horny. No. Sex. Your 20+ year friendship had lasted this long because one person in the relationship had always stood that ground no matter the circumstances. And for that, you were so thankful. Thankful for the lack of complications and strings; thankful you had someone in your life you could be you around. It was a rarity these days.
“Beer?” Said friend asked you, sunglasses adorned his tanning face. You looked up from Mackie and nodded, stretching out a hand to reach for the refreshing drink Chris was offering your way.
“Please,” You respond, waiting for Chris to pad his way over to you across the massive outdoor patio.
Had Chris not had his sunglasses on, you would have noticed the way he was eyeing your outstretched body, clad only in a thin, navy blue bikini on the poolside chair. Your bottoms hugged your hips as if made just for you; your tousled hair touching just beneath your shoulders; stray strands innocently snuggled beneath your breasts.
He took a breath, willing himself to look away as he handed you the cool drink. You noticed the way his obliques twitched with his arm movement, and how massive his biceps were after coming off of Endgame. You had, of course, noticed your best friend’s looks before - you weren’t blind - but the heat was making you see him in a different light. You took a swig of your beer, hoping the distraction would take you away from the way a bead of sweat was falling just along his torso towards the top of his swim trunks...
“I’d love one, Chris, thanks for asking.” Your best friend, Ava, spoke out next to you.
“Did you have to bring her?” Chris teased, grabbing another beer and gently tossing it towards Ava, who lay sprawled out on a lounge chair next to you in a stunning red one piece that hugged her cleavage just right.
Ava was the quintessential best friend whose kindness and selflessness made up for the fact that any woman next to her would otherwise feel inadequate.
She had long, slender legs, carved after years of soccer, tennis, biking, and basically any sport she could get her hands on. The constant need for an adrenaline rush made her tanned skin stay year-round, which was accompanied by a moderate four pack, large natural breasts, and wavy, thick blonde hair that always fell just right. Add her bright emerald eyes and a contagious laugh that lit up any room, and she was a heartbreaker to any man that was lucky enough to be in the same room as her.
But Ava didn’t care about that stuff, and that’s what made her so special. She was selfless. She put everyone else’s needs above her own, and had kindness oozing out of her, no matter the circumstances. She went to Mexico on a UNICEF trip on a whim after reading an article about children in need on a random Tuesday morning. She put her younger brother through medical school when both of her parents passed away unexpectedly (still a mystery to everyone else how she ever managed it). She was a perfect blend of compassion and enthusiasm that attracted men who wanted to get in bed with her and women who wanted to be associated with her. And it was effortless; as if it came to her like breathing.
“They’re kind of a package deal, those two.” Mackie piped up from the pool, grinning as he unashamedly drank Ava in. He had been trying to get with her all summer, but Ava stood her ground. She wasn’t one for summer flings.
But Chris knew this already; in fact it was Ava and Chris’s friendship that had gotten you to know Chris to begin with. Your mom had forced you into 6th grade soccer (hoping you would show some sort of athletic talent in your childhood) where you had met Ava on the very first day. Chris had been on the boys team at your middle school, and Ava being, well, Ava, had already made friends with the entire team within days. Your practices were on separate fields, separated only by a goal post but always ended at the same time. You would frequently all walk home together after practice, stopping for a smoothie, donuts, or ice cream along the way depending on the weather and talking about everything under the sun. Those walks were the reason you stuck with soccer for all those years (sorry, Mom).
“I already know what you’re going to say,” Ava started, lowering her voice and leaning towards you so the boys couldn’t hear. “But if I didn’t know any better, I’d say a certain someone was checking you out today.”
You rolled your eyes, but felt your heart skip a beat at the insinuation. “Don’t go starting shit, Ave. He’s seen me in a bikini a million times.”
“Yeah, and you’ve seen him shirtless a million times, too, and yet here you are gawking at him like he’s some Sports Illustrated model.”
“Am not!” You laughed, taking a drink of your beer. You noticed the way Chris’s eyebrows raised at the sound of you from across the patio; he was always in tune with you even from a thousand miles away.
“Prove it.” Ava deadpanned, swinging her legs over her chair to sit up and face you.
“What?” You asked, exhausted by your best friend’s antics.
“Prove it.” She repeated, setting her beer down on the cement. “If it’s no big deal, and you feel the same way about him you always have and nothing’s changed-” She used air quotations, referring to the thousands of conversations you’d had about Chris since you were both back visiting your hometown and hanging out with Ava, “-then swimming and playing around in the pool should be no big deal. Just another swim with your best buds.”
She had a wicked grin on her face, and you knew you were in trouble. When Ava set her mind to something, she always saw it through. No matter what.
“Please don’t do this.” You pouted, though your best friend was already standing, waiting to make her move. The pitied look on your face didn’t fool her, and you found she was ignoring you as she dramatically fanned herself, heading towards the pool.
“It’s getting a bit toasty. I think I’ll take a dip to cool off.” She announced, “Y/N, you coming?”
“I think I’m good, thanks.” You glared at her, unamused. She shot you a wink in response.
“Man, I was really hoping we could chicken fight. Evans!” Chris jumped at the sudden inclusion from the loud blonde. “You in?”
He looked up from the edge of the pool where he had been leaning against one of the railings. Him and Mackie had been discussing some latest sports announcement at length, since you had been too bored earlier to listen out at lunch.
“Mhm?” Chris asked, clearly not paying attention to Ava’s antics and shooting a look over to the both of you. You noticed the beer in his hand was nearly empty.
“Chicken fight!” Ava said enthusiastically, “Me ‘n Mack vs you two losers.”
“Alright!” Mackie shouted happily, “Now things are getting interesting. Finally.”
Chris sighed, not near excited for the fight as the other two. “You in, partner?”
“I guess.” You groaned, knowing you had no way out of both Anthony and Ava’s persistence. You pulled yourself up off the chair and stood, stretching and rolling your neck, which had been stiff from the CrossFit class Ava had forced you to earlier in the week. Your muscles still ached from the fifty minute torture session you cursed your best friend all the way through, and though you’d never admit it - a dip in the pool sounded so refreshing after nearly 45 minutes in the heat.
Chris’s eyes never left you, or the way your body was glistening in the sunlight. The summer heat was leaving your cheeks just flushed, and he noticed how the thin swim material hugged your plump ass seductively. You were oblivious. Oblivious to the beauty and perfection Chris saw in you, how your right dimple surfaced when you laughed, and your eyelashes fluttered when you slept deeply. He felt a small pang of jealousy in his gut at the thought of all the guys who had seen you that way, and wondered if they noticed all those things about you that he did.
Throughout high school and through adulthood, people had always assumed Chris was dating Ava. Whether it was friends, family, or tabloids - people always gushed over what a “beautiful couple” he and Ava made. Maybe it was because of the stark blond hair, or maybe that she was almost taller than Chris, and they appeared to be “perfectly matched”. To Chris, she was just Ava. A close, and dear friend, but no one he would ever be romantically interested in. 
She wasn’t you.
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Much to your annoyance (and to Ava’s pleasure), chicken fighting with Chris had been just as awkward as you had expected. You were acutely aware of every touch - the way his strong hands gripped your thighs when you were straddled on top of his shoulders, desperately trying to shove your best friend off Anthony’s. She was stronger than you; that much was obvious. But having Chris at the base gave you an edge, and you ended up winning more than the other pair thanks to his cheating swipes at Mackie from under the water.
While the game was innocent enough, you heart drummed loudly in your chest every time his skin made contact with yours. Several times as you fell, shoved off by Ava’s very aggressive pushes, you’d feel Chris’s strong arms envelope you, laughing and crashing into the water with you. His arm stayed wrapped around your torso, holding you easily against his hip as you pushed up for air. Water droplets danced along your shoulders as you laughed, easily wrapping your legs around Chris as an excuse for support.
Finally, after several hours of Marco/Polo, ring tossing, and shark and minnows, Anthony and Ava had tired themselves out and retired to their respective homes. You and Chris had moved to the hot tub, tucked deep into the corner of the house, where you could still see the stars. The heatwave had finally burnt off, and you felt a cool breeze rolling through the property, sending a slight shiver down your spine. You leaned your head back onto the cool, diamond tiles that lined the tub, your legs peacefully resting on Chris’s lap across from you as the jets made water bubbles all around you. You sighed, blissfully happy - nothing was better than a long, warm day at the pool with your best friends.
“What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?” Chris asked softly. His fingers danced across your legs like a whisper, his warm blues matching the color of the water just beneath his sturdy chest. 
“I’ve just missed this,” You reply, raising your eyes to meet his. “Life should always be this simple.”
“It can be.” Chris retaliated, thumb now making small circles just above your ankle. You smiled softly.
“Sometimes. But other times I remember that there’s reality, and we have to work and pay bills and like... be an adult.” You sighed again, “It’s just not the same as...” You trailed off, not having the balls to finish your sentence. You awkwardly broke eye contact with him, looking down at your hands in the water.
“Not the same as what?” He pressed, hand now gripping your ankle gently. He tugged just enough to force you to make eye contact with him again. 
“Real life just isn’t the same as being here with you,” You finished out awkwardly. This was uncharted territory - you’d never talked about this kind of stuff with Chris. You were always just friends, and that was the extent of it. Nothing more; and there was never really an opportunity to be more than that because both of you had never let it. 
But now... now he was here. And he was so... perfect. And caring. And kind. And he listened to your ideas, beyond just wanting to get into your pants. And he knew you so intimately, it was hard to think about being with anyone else. It made you wonder if all of your past relationships had failed for a reason, maybe there was someone else you were supposed to be with, and he had been right in front of you this entire time?
Chris tugged on your leg, a little stronger this time, willing you towards him as the water bounced between you guys softly. He was closing the gap between the both of you, but the pace in which he was taking was painfully slow. You felt every second, as if it had been slowed down five times, as you inched towards him slowly.
“Chris, I...” You whispered, as his hands enveloped you, gripping your waist and maneuvering you so that you straddled his lap.
“What?” He asked breathlessly, drunk on your smell, and the way your ass was settling on his groin. His eyes still haven’t left yours, he’s testing you - daring you to be the one to pull away first. 
“I don’t trust myself right now.” You reply, eyes boring into his. Your face was millimeters away from his, and you so desperately wanted to reach out and taste him; know what it would feel like to kiss those soft, pink lips. 
“Just one kiss.” He breathed. His tone was more of a request than it was statement, he was begging you to give in just this once. You lifted your hands and rested them on the sides of his face, feeling his slight stubble against the palms of your hands.In the decades of knowing him, you had never been this close. You breathed in deeply, taking in his scent. You felt as though you were home. And although it was likely only seconds that passed by, it felt like it had been a million minutes all smashed into one, and you finally leaned in, closing the fraction of space between your lips.
And suddenly, you were falling. Falling so deep into Chris and your feelings it was indescribable. He tasted like a perfect blend of vanilla, honey and strawberries; likely from the massive bowl he had eaten just hours before. 
His arms wrapped around you, pulling you as close into him as he could. This was more than just one kiss, and both of you knew it. There was no going back now.
After a few breathy moments, Chris pulled back for air, immediately relocating his lips onto the crook of your neck, kissing every inch of your skin from your jawline down to your shoulder. Your skin felt as though it was on fire, and it had nothing to do with the temperature of the water. You leaned into him, a soft moan escaping your lips as you let your eyes flutter closed. His hands roamed up your spine, tugging at the spandex material that was barricading him from access to your breasts.
“Not here,” You murmured, letting your head fall against his shoulder. As warm and sexy as the hot tub was, you weren’t interested in your first time with Chris being messy and wet in his outdoor hot tub. Plus, the cool breeze was starting to give you goosebumps.
He pulled away from the hickey he was working on just above your right breast. “Hold onto my neck.” He said against your skin. Wrapping your legs around his waist he easily stood, carefully maneuvering the both of you out of the hot tub and towards one of the guest bedrooms just a few feet from the hot tub. All the while his lips continued his assault on any part of you that he could, stumbling in the dark towards the massive queen bed that was enveloped in snow white sheets.
A small giggle escaped from your lips as he tripped slightly, dropping you backwards and onto the soft mattress.
“Think that’s funny?” He asked, grinning as he took in the sight of you; eyes sparkling and hair wet and wild, soaking the cotton sheets beneath you. Nothing separated him from you other than your skimpy bikini, which he was determined to pull off within minutes of having you on the bed.
“I mean, it was a little dramatic,” You teased, reaching out to grab his left arm, and interlacing your fingers easily as he leaned over, hovering over top of you. No part of you were touching just yet, other than his hand in yours. “I do have working legs, ya know.”
“Well, yes, but where’s the fun in that?” He teased, allowing himself to settle on top of you easily. He was grinning from ear to ear, and you weren’t sure if it was your ego or the heat of the moment - but you could have sown you’d never seen him this happy.
“Are we really gonna do this?” You asked softly, reaching your hand to stroke the side of his face, your eyes searching his.
“Do you want to?” He asked, ever the gentleman. Your heart was ringing in your ears, aware of the hard erection Chris was sporting through his swim trunks. It pressed against your right thigh gently. You squirmed beneath him.
“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.” You murmured, and that was the final confirmation Chris needed to close the gap between you two once more.
And this time was different from the hot tub. In the water you were slow, deliberate, wanting every nerve in your body to feel him against you. This was different; he was hungry for you. His hands made quick work of your bikini top, tossing it onto the floor as your lips parted to make room for his tongue.
His right hand massaged your left breast, pinching and flicking your nipple every so often. The sensation made you moan, and you arched your back in response. You could feel your pussy throbbing for him, begging him to please you, touch you.
Needing air, you pulled away from him, placing kisses along his chin and down his jawline.
“Chris,” You moaned into his ear, slightly tugging on his long, wet hair as his thumb padded your tout nipple.
“Mhm,” You were quickly realizing that Chris was going to make you beg him for this one. After years and years of waiting, he wanted to hear exactly what you wanted him to do to you. He wasn’t going to give you an easy out. Not tonight anyway.
“Please,” You begged, as his right hand moved slowly, torturously from your breast and across your tummy, running a finger along your slit over top your bottoms.
“What do you want?” He asked, nose nuzzling your neck before biting you gently.
You groaned, annoyed at the teasing. “We’ve had twenty years of foreplay, Evans. You know what I want.”
He chuckled against your skin, palming your pussy in response.
“Don’t be a smartass.” He bit your earlobe gently, running his tongue along your neck. “All you have to do is ask.”
You weren’t used to such a dominant side of Chris, but the rate in which it was turning you on was unbelievable. He was confident and sexy in the bedroom - a side of him you weren’t used to seeing. It was a relief to feel like you were being taken care of, and that your needs were coming before his. Even if he was making you beg.
Deciding that being blunt was the only way to get what you want you pushed him away from your neck gently, meeting his warm blues. There was a quick beat.
“I want you to fuck me, Chris.” It was so vulgar you felt your cheeks go warm. But if Chris was turned on before, it was nothing like the look of desperation and hunger he had in his eyes now.
He shoved  his swim trunks off, freeing his cock that was standing at attention. You craned your neck to get a look, mouth practically watering at the sight. Chris yanked off your bottoms next and paused for a minute, drinking you in.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He breathed, his hands running down your sides. His hand stopped just above your folds, locating your wild eyes and watching your face as he slipped in one, two, then three fingers, testing your readiness.
You hissed, writhing at the feeling and pulled at the sheets in a death grip. After a few pumps he pulled out of you, but not after sliding his index finger once across your clit. The feeling made you shutter, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
He aligned himself, pausing to soak you in. After all these years of wondering, wishing, hoping; you were all his. He didn’t have to worry about anybody or anything else. You were here, and this was perfect.
Your eyes fluttered open, wondering what the hesitation was. You knew immediately he was silently asking for permission one more time. Once you crossed this line, there was no going back. Your hand found his and you intertwined your fingers once more.
“I want this.” You whispered reassuringly.
That was the confirmation Chris needed to settle himself above you, and slide into your pussy slowly. Inch by inch you felt yourself filled up by his impressive length, and you squeezed his hand, moaning loudly.
“Jesus,” He moaned, allowing your body to adjust before beginning to fuck you slowly. “So wet.”
His mouth latched onto one your breasts, licking and nipping at your sensitive nipple as he began slamming into you with more speed. His thumb was still making fast work of your clit, and the triple combination was making it hard for you to not cum quickly.
“Chris,” You breathed, reveling in the way his cock felt inside of you. You bucked your hips hoping to allow him to penetrate you deeper.
“So absolutely perfect.” Chris kept murmuring against your skin, over and over as he kissed, licked, and squeezed every inch of you he could. He picked up the pace, feeling your walls tightening around his cock. You were dangerously close to release.
You tried to form words but couldn’t think coherently. Everything was a blur, and every nerve was on edge as you felt yourself inching quickly toward orgasm. One more thrust from Chris and you let go, crying out as your walls clenched down on his cock without mercy.
Squeezing your breast, he found your mouth and kissed you as if his life depended on it. After a few more thrusts, he, too, let out a loud groan as you felt him finish inside you.
Still seeing stars you blinked a few times, your brain trying to catch up to the scene unfolding in front of you. You had just had sex with Chris Evans. Best friend of over 20 years. Man you shared every intimate secret with. He’s seen you naked. Touched you everywhere. Came inside you. Holy shit.
Chris was still lost in his orgasm, panting slightly. He pulled out of you, rolling over to his side.
“Wow,” He breathed. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “That was…”
“Amazing?” You offered, snuggling into his chest and letting a hand dance along his skin. Your heart still hadn’t recovered from the previous cardio session, and you could feel Chris’s still racing also.
“I was gonna say mind blowing.” His chest rippled in your hand from a laugh. “But amazing works too.”
Fin.
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heyangels · 3 years
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Hiiiiiiiii 💕✨ ♫
hii babes!!! my weekend is going ok! i failed a test (woops 😪) but it’s ok!!! (fyi im responding to your post shajjaak)
1. rockin’ - the weeknd
2. circles - post malone
3. ruin - shawn mendes
4. fortress - lennon stella
5. fine line - harry styles
quite the mix!!!
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proteesiukkonen · 4 years
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Woop, there it is, my first 3D character model. I’m quite satisfied with how I managed to translate my style and the character into 3D shape, though I will forever laugh at what a bug-eyed stick figure she is. Also had to let the suspenders go, as I was starting to run out of time and wouldn’t have been satisfied with doing them just as a texture on the shirt.
Can’t wait to learn rigging and animating so I can test it, aahhh.
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cabinofimagines · 3 years
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Hi, I don’t know how any of this works but could I get a ship or CP? I’m 17 and graduating this spring. 5’3, I have natural black hair but dyes it (its green right now) and I’m pretty pale (scott Irish and native American) but have a lot of freckles and a septum piercing. I’m dyslexic, have horrible anxiety, I have trouble saying words and getting them out, and I’m pretty sure I might be slightly autistic but due to family reasons I can’t get tested for it. I don’t really love school but I would love to learn how to sculpt. I write poetry. I love classic novels and fantasy books (obviously 😂). I’m learning phlebotomy to earn the money to be a world traveling photographer/journalist and I’m going to go to Paris France as soon as I have the money to. I love David Bowie and old artist like that. I grew up around my grandparents old classic cars and sailboat so I know a lot about both. I don’t have many friends but many younger kids are attracted to my dad friend personality. Due to my family circumstances I have a very mature personality and get along very well with old people. I’m the exact middle kid (two older sisters and two younger). I’m typically really quiet and not outgoing but will make snarky/sarcastic comment every once in awhile. I love puns and the boss of dad jokes. I have a very chaotic style that goes from 60s - now punk/grunge to a grandma in a sweater that she knit herself. I love space and everything stars. I love horror movies and thrillers but hate hallmark movies. Granted I don’t watch a lot of tv. I hate spiders and the majority of other bugs. I have a hard time sleeping. I’m afraid of being replaced and not having a place in the world and just not being enough. Clowns and dolls are a big no for me. I’m also deeply terrified of cat fish even though I love swimming and other fish (lake fish are just nasty). And that’s all I can think of! I hope that’s not too much describing or anything! I’m sorry if it is! No pressure to do it I just thought it would be fun 💚 (also I apologize if anything is spelled wrong or not understandable)
You feel like an Ares kid to us, woop. Ares kids have a lot more personality than just being angry, honestly. They stand out and stand for themselves. You feel like you’re making your own way in the world, but you also care for the people around you. 
For ship I would say you need someone steady, and ready for you like Hazel. She would join in you’re style and likes to chill and be steady. If you’re not into girls, uuh Jason is a good one for you. He likes to have an order in life, which brings discipline and stability. 
-Asja and Danny
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prose-n-scripts · 3 years
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To administer this most Powerful Magic...I will have to lick your nose!
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also i’ve been mulling over the “we’re Living ex machina!!!!” line and like, it still doesn’t make sense Really, but here’s my Afternoon Musings i guess
i’ve only actually seen ex machina once like 3 years ago but as i remember it goes a little something like This: some rando white-collar programmer guy has like, won a contest where the prize is to go hang out for maybe a few days or a week or so with this ~visionary genius~ tech dude played by oscar isaac at oscar isaac tech dude’s off-the-grid reclusive mansion or whatever.......i thiiiink the Protag Programmer won b/c his programming submission was Really Good but also maybe there’s a [randomly selected] element to it, or maybe we Think it was partly random selection but then learn it was actually All “yeah i chose you b/c your coding was the Best,” idk. doesn’t really matter but anyway yeah protag guy gets helicoptered in to the oscar isaac genius bro’s secret mansion 
oscar isaac soon reveals he has this advanced ai android whomst he wants the Protagonist to study / turing test, and the protagonist does that, but during one Conversation Session with this android (who is named ava i think? and designed to Look Like a Woman oo) like the lights turn off and ava-i-think informs the protagonist she’s found a Weakness in the mansion’s security system and hackt it so that the power (and thus the Security / Monitoring Systems) shut down for a minute like this but could feasibly be thought of as a glitch and anyways she’s like yeah i have feelings and thoughts and i want to Not Be Trapped here, ya gotta help me out here buddy, and then yknow ooh the systems come back on, oscar isaac can Observe them again, intrigue.....tl;dr protag and ava keep having these short secret convos and Do plan to break her out, there’s this dramatic moment where oscar isaac (who’s natch been acting weirder and more erratic as the plot unfolds) confronts the protag after the protag has just like, tried to get him blackout smashed by Hanging Out With Him lmfao and oscar isaac is like “ooh i knew you were planning to break her out, i’m gonna stop you guys though haha pwned” but then oh further twist, turns out ava and protag Knew that was the case and were thinking one step ahead and idk but yeah they break her out and oscar isaac dies but ooh further twist!!! ava locks the protag (or well, just Does Not Unlock, As Planned) in some room and leaves the mansion and gets on the Helicopter meant to take the protag back to wherever after the planned end of his stay. and the protag is just stuck there b/c everyone else is dead and presumably he dies as ava gets to exist in the outside world now, idk, we don’t need ex machina 2 where he’s escaped or smthing lmao
and i do NOT get what winston is comparing their situation to lmfao. like, oh rian is like an advanced ai android??? if anything, her being the more like ~true believer in High Finance as a means of socially beneficial effect~ vs winston like, having the supposedly cutthroat and cold Math approach would make Him more of the ~oh no more a robot than a person~ (though i think it’s Ambiguous whether we wanna judge ava as more Scary Bad or Sympathetic).........you can’t even really make the connection that “oh no we’re being deliberately Replaced!!” b/c if winston is [protag programmer rando] and rian is [ava] and wendy is, i guess oscar isaac then, uhhhh oscar isaac most definitely did Not intend to ~replace~ the protag with ava, he very much wanted her trapped in his mansion still........and the protagonist Only got “replaced” by ava in the sense that she took his place on the helicopter out of the reclusive secret mansion. i really doubt she planned to, or would even be able to, like take over his identity/life beyond that.....certainly not his job lol like, coworkers are gonna notice you’re a different person, there was no implication the androids can like oh shapeshift their appearance or whatever, and no implications about what ava even intended to do in the Outside World which is kind of bemusing b/c like, what of the Practical Questions of being an android and needing whatever Fuel Source a robot does, idk that might’ve been addressed or smthing like “oh yeah they can just Eat,” also she clearly does not Trust People considering her only company was evil oscar isaac creator and she wasn’t interested in bringing the protag along, plus yknow the fact that she Did deliberately manipulate the protag into thinking that she wanted to escape into the world With him........but not like i guess she has any choice for any other world to escape into but the one with all the people where she pretends to be an organic human
like there is just NO point of comparison where these situations line up unless you get soooooooo like broad strokes about ex machina that you’d do better to compare your experience to Anything else lmao. like, does winston think she’s some like, ideal advanced version of him?? like you might consider a crafted AI android to be?? i don’t know but i mean i think we have a more feasible explanation for why he’s so Insistent about this totally being Ex Machina, if only b/c as a straightforward comparison i swear to god it doesn’t work lmfao None of these points line up at all with any significance that’s worth insisting on
given that winston’s Apparently Canonically meant to be crushing on rian, and we have his example of ribbing her by calling her “gal gadot’s quirky sister” which is like, okay so the dunk is “you look similar to this famous a-lister who everyone thinks is pretty” and “also you’re quirky, boom” like, i think that could easily be meant as like, a Tell that winston already ~likes~ her.............aaaand it’s also somewhat ~ambiguous~ but i mean i think it’s safe to say that in Ex Machina you may understand the protag as having Fallen For the ai android lady. so maybe we can Understand this invocation of ex machina as being like “ooh person meant to replace me is Attractive but ultimately i think this Overall Situation is a bad thing i shouldn’t feel this way i resent it” like, a bit of a Reach, but honestly it’s way more of a reach to think about applying anything else about this scenario to ex machina, so i could v much believe that the thought that went behind writing this is once again, like, “okay winston’s invoking one thing on the surface level here, but simultaneously he’s already (inadvertently probably) acknowledging like oh also i have a crush on her already”
between this episode seeming to be Setup and the [winston has a Canon crush] and the fact that it probably seems like They Will Fuck A Nonzero Number Of Times or Make Out At Least But It’s Billions So, Might Get A Humorous Cut To [Postcoital] Or A Scene Where They Arrive At Work Together Short Of Breath With Messy Hair  And Hickies And Winston’s Got A Hoodie W/ “Property Of Rian” On It Until He Goes "Oh Shit Woops” And Hands It To Her And She’s Like “Oh Btw You Forgot Your Glasses.....Uh You Left Them Here On Your Desk Yesterday I Mean Of Course” And Hands Them To Him And An Unnamed Character Stands Up And Asks “Daily Poll: Who Had Sex With A Coworker Last Night” And Rian And Winston Raise Their Hands Before Going “Oh Wait” And Lowering Them With A Shake Of The Head And A Nervous Cough and i’m exaggerating but you know, the equivalent of the billions writing saying “wwinnnk” at us. i am fine with them having an unsolemn like, quasi-rivals-to-lovers (or -And-lovers) dynamic, even with it being a bit messy in like, still an overall Fun way, where yknow it doesn’t have to be peak epic romance cuz a) that’s just Always true and yet it can still be overall an okay thing even if they don’t quite get it together / mostly just trade sparks and sometimes hook up and b) idk seems like mayybe rian’s character isn’t meant to go beyond this season, so, an inherent limit there if true
i’m like Apologetic for being like “already i like their dynamic even as Romantique and it’s kinda cute and fun and i’m willing to continue to be engaged w/ this as long as the writing doesn’t completely fuck it up” lmao like, i guess i Did inadvertently give myself time to prepare for this exact eventuality b/c of wondering if this exact character would have A Thing w/ winston whenever she showed up and even if i was like “haha the character could show up Anywhere and do Anything and what are the odds, right” i was also like “hmm but i’m going to really think about it though” like, as always, didn’t think i was cassandraing that hard, but truly did do it 4x03 style where everyone else can be like “you never [made the text post or gave any indication you were thinking about “what if whoever she plays and winston have some kind of romance thing going on”]” and i can go “i only thought it but didn’t say it....doesn’t count” but well. i did think it lmao and why would i make it up.......sorry i had such a head start on Getting More Used To This Notion.......some crimes can never be forgiven.meme.......
anyways natch “intense horrible passionate” seems a little foreboding but maybe she was talking about it relative to [any Normal show] rather than the standards we’re used to on billions, where this was all but a Meet Cute, and a kind of quasi coworker rivalry where nobody’s taking it *that* deeply seriously and they also seem to mutually like each other by the end of 5x05 already so how not-amicable can it get. and re: Intense like, maybe the writing in future episodes will totally upend this, but i’d say rian and winston in 5x05, even when “clashing,” was like damn near laidback and chill. neither of them seem at all that pressed, but maybe even a sorta-playful Friendly Rivalry is more “intense” than, say, a dynamic that involves no rivalry at all. imo “Passionate” is just like, okay, so they’ll fuck or at least make out? sure. not sure what to make of “horrible” lmfao maybe again it’s addressing like “this is a lil messy and they’re kinda rivals!!!” like, certainly not an ideal start, except by billions standards it IS weirdly great. rian seeming good-naturedly amused by winston is something we didn’t get from his longtime-coworkers until like, now, sort of, and still not to the degree that anyone has smiled at him as many times as rian did in like that course of [1 min long First Scene Together] wherein also winston always gets off to a way worse start with people lmao............like everything about this seems Way Better And More Dialed Back And Grounded than usual, actually. but it’s that like, point of reference of “what’s Usual for winston and, more broadly, Billions” that maybe explains this weirdly strong language when all in 5x05 seemed chill actually
anyways like i said Sorry For Already Liking Rian/Winston This Much with my head start and all where like, i’m even tentatively looking forward to seeing where this goes, by “tentative” i also mean going [”i’ll kill you” the office.jpg] at billions where i am fully aware that maybe where this goes *is* a mess and not in like, just kind of a fun, non-melodramatic, not-treated-like-a-total-joke-but-also-not-that-big-a-deal way, where 5x05 could seem like Those Halcyon Days b/c everything from here out just devolves into an unappealing disaster.......but this is an unexpectedly solid start imo and like. even if this doesn’t become like this epic romance where they officially date and if rian does eventually depart the show by the end of the season, it can still just be Enjoyable and Fun for the characters and, god forbid, the viewers, where like, you don’t have to demand we be desperately invested with our entire life in this deadly serious heartwrenching epic romance, they can just kind of mess around and enjoy having a mutual attraction w/ this mathy rivalry and etc and it’s neither a tragedy of “the greatest love story of all time torn asunder” Or, truly god forbid,” this is a Whole Mess In A Bad Way b/c winston’s involved and ugh who could Really like him, being at all romantically entangled is an embarrassing mistake surely, ew cringe we hate him............like, cautiously optimistic in how like i always say that a Romantic Arc is just an easy/efficient way to develop both characters and it could certainly humanize winston an ounce in a show that treats him more like a walking algorithmic plot device and the thoughts of any viewers but us are limited to “winston annoying” basically........the show doesn’t seem to treat rian as a joke, so it seems possible that their mutual Romance in whatever way it unfolds could also be Not A Joke, which means winston’s part in it isn’t a joke, so that’s Some aspect of him for people to take seriously, for once..........like, the way his apparently-already-official crush played out in 5x05 *was* funny but it also didn’t seem like oh it’s a joke b/c his feelings are a total joke......it might seem that way if this *was* totally unrequited and going nowhere, but i somewhat get the sense that the interest is mutual even by the end of the ep, that didn’t strike me as a “shove off, it could Never Happen” shutdown from rian there, just like, hold off on that for rn maybe cue to rein it in a little, not just yet........anyways lmao i’m like “oh yeah i started this post about the baffling ex machina thing” but yeah the point is i think so far it’s pretty solid and i like it and am cautiously but [relative-to-billions level of Hopeful] about whatever developments we’re surely gonna get b/c it def sounds like this has Not ended with 5x05, but seriously @ billions i swear to god. yes so far the approach to winston’s crush here and even their unfolding mutual dynamique and dare i say, romantic interest, is being handled with an encouraging level of “this is Humorous but the characters / their feelings are not what’s being treated as A Total Joke or anything,” but who knows what will come next, this is billions and you can’t predict anything. fingers crossed about it all, though
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ahh my first request! (❤️ ur writing btw) anyways, how about one where the gang is having a boneyard party and y/n and jj’s song comes on and he and the gang hype her and kie up while they twerk or whatever IDK IF THIS IS WEIRD BUT IT WOULD BE MAD FUNNY
A/N: I’m sorry if you were looking for a more provocative song choice but you said “funny” so I couldn’t help but choose this song XD, I hope you like it! Also THANK YOU :) and I’m very honored that I am your first request <3 
“John B, can you turn the music up?” JJ yelled to John B, who was manning both the keg and the speaker and music.
You were sitting on JJ’s lap on a log in the middle of the Boneyard, surrounded by your friends who were mingling with other pogues, tourons, kooks, the works. JJ’s arms were locked tightly around your waist, and his head rested on your shoulder. You sipped a cup of beer and watched the party happening around you. You and JJ were watching different people are trying to read their lips and decipher what they were saying, but given the weird-ass stuff you seemed to read, you were probably doing it wrong.
As John B turned the music off, the ending of the song Kokomo by The Beach Boys played. Looking down at his phone, he yelled “JJ, Y/N, Replay’s next!”
Kie came running over to you. “JJ, I know this is your and Y/N’s special song, but may I have a dance with the lady?”
JJ nodded and released you and you stood up, laughing. You turned to face JJ, and checked to make sure he was okay with it. His expression was neutral, so you leaned forward to whisper “You won’t regret it,” in his ear, before pulling away a little so he could see your wink.
“Okay, yeah!” He nodded quickly and gave you a little push towards Kie.
Kie grabbed your hand and led you shortly away, only about 5 or so steps, but enough so you guys could dance with no logs in your way or anything.
“Kie, you better not be stealing my girl!” JJ shouted after you jokingly, but he only pretended to be angry. Replay was your and JJ’s song. The song that played the first time you kissed. It had been in the car, and JJ turned on the radio to try and get some sexy music going, but he had ended up turning on the wrong station and Replay had been blasted. It kinda ruined the mood, and caused you to break out in laughter, and him to be really embarrassed. But you hadn’t minded. It didn’t stop you from grabbing his face and turning him towards you, then leaning in to kiss him. Probably not a typical first kiss song, but it gave you a good story, and honestly you thought it made the kiss even more special.
“I’m sorry JJ, besties over testes!” You called back to him and shrugged your shoulders, with a sarcastic “sorry” kind of look.
He rolled his eyes and laughed at you, which you smiled at before you turned to Kie.
“Ready?” You asked.
She nodded, and you did your best friends handshake (which was pretty cringey (but that was exactly why you loved it), before the song started to play.
“Shawty like a melody in my head that I can’t keep out got me singing like na na na na every day, it’s like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay!”
As the song started, you and Kie sung the lyrics at the top of your lungs, well in between peals of laughter. Your movements were huge and exaggerated, and you weren’t taking anything seriously, just having pure fun.
You were focused on Kie but when you looked up, you noticed John B, Pope, and Sarah had also moved towards you guys and were watching your dance, along with JJ.
“That girl like somethin’ off a poster, that girl is a dime they say, that girl is a gun to my holster, she’s running through my mind all day ay...”
You changed your dance move from the sprinkler to swinging your hips and shaking your ass, and Kie followed suit.
“Goddamn, girl!” JJ whistled at you, his eyes staring directly at your backside.
“Okay, hottie alert!” Sarah laughed, making a half heart with her hand and pointing at you and Kie.
“Fuck yeah!” John B called, pumping his fist along with the beat. Sarah wasn’t upset, she knew John B loved her and only saw you platonically.
“Oh... oh... oh!” Pope cheered somewhat awkwardly. He seemed to not know what to say in response to your scandalous dancing, and you think you knew the reason why. You looked from him to Kie, and saw that he was watching her shimmy to the beat, her eyes closed and hair swinging around her face. You caught Pope staring and tilted your head towards Kie, giving him a wink. You looked back at JJ and slowly dropped low to the sand, before standing back up. He was looking at you like he wanted to do something to you right then and there.
Smirking, you looked right at him while you and Kie took turns smacking each other’s asses playfully. His mouth dropped right open, and stayed like that until Pope leaned over and pushed his chin up, closing his mouth.
“How are you so sexy?” Sarah wooped.
Laughing at JJ’s reaction, you switched your dance to some really bad fortnite dances.
“Shawty like a melody in my head that I can’t keep out got me singing’ like, na na na na every day, like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay.”
As the song came to an end, you high fived Kie and pulled her in for a hug, breathing hard.
When you let go, you stumbled back over to JJ and fell down onto his lap again, still breathless.
“Baby, that was so hot. I want... to take you home... right now...” he whispered into your ear, pressing repeated kisses to your cheek in between words. You grinned and let out a happy sigh.
Once Kie caught her breath, she called out to JJ, “Thanks for letting me dance with Y/N during your song. I hope I didn’t ruin it,” she smiled playfully, cocking an eyebrow.
“Fuck no, that was hot as hell. You should dance with her more often, if it means I’ll be able to see her like that more,” he joked and tightened his grip around your waist lovingly. “As long as sometimes Iget to dance with my girl and our song.”
“Yeah, Y/N, we’ll have to find one of our own...” Kie pondered, tilting her head as she thought.
“Hmm, maybe Anaconda? Like a Virgin? No Diggity? Slow Hands? Andante Andante? I’m Too Sexy?” Kie listed off a list of obviously very sex-related songs.
“Oh, all of those sound fantastic,” you laughed.
“It’ll have to be later, because we have to go NOW,” JJ said quickly and placed an arm behind your back and one under your knees, holding your bridal style.
“Bye!” you giggled to your friends as JJ ran as fast as he could with you safely in his arms.
You could hear a chorus of laughter behind you but you didn’t really care. You knew what you were going home to was going to be a lot better.
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Ghost Stories Pt1
TRIGGER WARNING: Discusses some violence
Halloween had always been Amy and Lily's favorite holiday, and that didn't change after they became vampires. If anything, they liked the spooky beauty of the holiday even more. This year, after fighting Gaius and all of the trauma they were still recovering from, they decided to spend some quality time with their friends.
They drove to a cabin away from the city, getting away from all the reminders of Gaius's destruction. They brought hot dogs and stuff for smores, blood and hot apple cider, and alcohol, ready to build a bonfire and spend well-deserved time with each other.
They all dressed for the weather, Amy insisting they all wear flannel to, as she said, "look the part." Kamilah wasn't usually one for lesbian stereotypes, but Amy in flannel was one she could get behind. She walked up behind her, wrapping her arms around her.
"I vant to suck your blood," she said, jokingly. Amy laughed as she kissed her neck.
"Wouldn't be the first time," she said with a wink.
They unpacked the food, feeding the ego of the men by allowing them to build the fire. Lily chatted about how much she loved Halloween.
"I'm just saying," said Lily. "Halloween is basically my Christmas. I live for this stuff."
Amy laughed. "We know, Lil," she said. "If I had to describe your style, it would be Halloween chic."
Lily gasped. "Girl, this is why we are best friends."
"Hey!" shouted Adrian.
"Finally!" wooped Jax.
The girls laughed, feigning impressed. "Good job boys!" shouted Kamilah.
"Nicely done!" complimented Amy.
"Level up!" laughed Lily.
With the fire roaring, the group gathered around.
Amy sat on Kamilah's lap, cuddled under a blanket. She was warm and happy. She leaned back into Kamilah's arms, staring at her liquid brown eyes lit by the light of the fire. She kissed her softly, the alcohol warming from the inside and Kamilah's warmth and the fire from the out. Her lips tasted smoky and sweet, the remnants of a burnt marshmallow there.
Adrian and Jax sat on logs, and Lily had brought a gamer chair that she pulled up.
"Not very rustic, Lil," said Amy.
"Hey," said Lily. "I've got to draw a line somewhere." The group laughed.
The laughter died down, the crackling of the fire the only sound to be heard.
"So what now?" asked Jax, downing a beer and chasing it with a shot of blood. "Drink and howl at the moon?"
"Bored already?" asked Adrian with a smile.
"I know!" said Lily. "Why don't we all take turns telling ghost stories?"
She smiled wide, pulling out a flashlight and shining it on her face. "Scariest one wins!"
"Wait," said Jax, rolling his eyes. "You mean to tell me you believe in ghosts?"
Amy laughed. "Jax you're a vampire!" she said. "You don't think ghosts are at least a possibility?"
"No," said Jax, matter-of-factly. "I don't."
"Well I do," said Adrian.
"Me too," replied Kamilah.
Lily sighed. "Your story doesn't have to be about a ghost, Jax. You can talk about monsters, or anything. Just make something up, for all I care. As long as it's scary!"
"Fine," he scoffed. "I'll think of something."
"Better think quick," said Lily. "'Cause you just volunteered to go first."
Jax groaned. "Alright, alright."
"My great-grandfather lived in Japan, before we found our way to America," he began. "When he was still alive, he told me this story of a beautiful young woman he had met in his youth. Her name was Aiko, and she was the most beautiful woman he had ever met. This was before my grandmother, while he was attending university. He told me that she had the face of a goddess, and when he first saw her he knew he must get to know her better. So, brave man that he was, he went up to her between classes.
'Hello,' he said to her. 'I couldn't help but notice you. You are truly breathtaking, and I would like the chance to know you better.'
The girl smiled at him, and he knew he was done for. He said to me, 'Jaxie, that girl's smile was sunshine, and I was instantly blinded. Every moment after, my vision littered with sun spots of her.'"
"This is supposed to be scary, not a romance," teased Lily.
Jax looked at her seriously. "Sometimes," he said, "love is one of the scariest things of all." This silenced Lily as he continued.
"The girl agreed to go out with him. He took her to dinner, then they went for a walk in the moonlight, underneath the cherry blossom trees. They talked and laughed, and my great-grandfather knew he had met the love of his life.
'She wasn't just beautiful,' he told me. 'She was brilliant. She talked about literature, painting stories more vibrant and realistic than the greatest authors I had read. And she spoke of science with such understanding and insight. She even talked of something I had just learned about, genetic experimentation.'
It was a new field in Japan at the time," Jax explained. "My great-grandfather had learned from some of the researchers as part of his studies. They talked of animal testing, altering their genetic makeup to give them human-like features. It was all very hush-hush at the time, kept under wraps by the government, so he jumped at the opportunity to talk freely with someone. So they walked through the park, conversing, my great-grandfather enraptured by this woman.
'Aiko,' he told her, 'I know we've just met, but you light my soul on fire. I have never met a woman with such passion, intelligence, eloquence. I was struck by your beauty, my dear, but I am most excited by your personality and your mind. I hope it is not too forward to ask that I see you again?'
Aiko smiled that sunshine smile, there under the light of the moon, cherry blossom petals falling around them. She took my great-grandfather's hand, kissing it softly. 'I would like that very much,' she told him.
He walked her back to her room, leaving her for the evening.
'Jaxie, I was smitten,' he told me. 'I was young and foolish, so I fell hard and quick. And she was a starbeam I couldn't quite catch in my hands. The way she eluded me, that pursuit, it drove me absolutely crazy with desire.'
So my great-grandfather planned their second date. There was a reading by a renowned author on the other side of town. It was late, and that area wasn't the safest, but he knew it would impress her. So, his foolishly smitten self decided it was worth the risk. And it was. They went to the reading, and she had tears in her eyes.
'Aiko, are you okay?' my great-grandfather had asked her. She nodded.
'I am so grateful for this opportunity,' she told him. 'Thank you.'
The reading finished late, and they were walking home around 2 a.m. when my grandfather noticed a group of men crossing from the other side of the street.
'Well, well, well,' said one of the men as they approached. 'Look what we've got here.'
My great-grandfather stepped forward, shielding Aiko behind him. 'We don't want any trouble,' he told them.
'Too bad,' spat the man. 'You just found it.'
He turned, looking at Aiko. 'Run,' he said to her, prepared to die if it meant she would live."
Jax paused to catch his breath, everyone leaning towards him, drawn in by his story.
"What next?!" Lily asked urgently. Kamilah held Amy close to her, and Adrian sat silently.
"So Aiko ran, turning down an alley, and my great-grandfather tried to fight the group of guys.
'I held my own,' he told me. 'But there were four of them, and I am only one.'
So they beat him, stole his wallet. They left him laying there and went on their way. He watched as they passed the alley, relieved that he had saved Aiko. He stood, painfully. His body was pretty broken, and he was covered in his own blood. But all he could think of was Aiko. So he stood, and he limped his way into the dark alley.
'Aiko,' he called out. 'They are gone, it is safe now.'
But Aiko didn't respond. And then he saw her body, laying on the ground. He rushed over to her, collapsing by her side.
'Aiko?' he screamed, trying to wake her. He felt blood, hurrying to check her pulse. He felt nothing. The clouds cleared and he could see a hole in her chest. 'Aiko, what happened?' he cried. 'What happened to you?'
Then, he heard growling. From the shadows of the alley, a dog stepped forward. Or, at least, he thought it was a dog. Until he heard his name.
'Eiji?' It was Aiko's voice. But it didn't come from Aiko's body, in his arms. It came from the shadows. From the dog. He looked up, eyes locking with--"
Jax paused for dramatic effect, looking at his friends. They sat on the edge of their seats, waiting for him to continue.
"Aiko. Or, at least, it looked like Aiko. It talked like Aiko. It had her face, her eyes. And then it smiled. And that smile...it was dark. Sinister. And my great-grandfather stood, looking at this dog with Aiko's face, but not Aiko's smile.
'What are you?!' he shouted, limping backwards.
'Eiji, please,' the creature said. 'Don't leave me. Save me.'
It stalked towards him.
'Eiji, take me with you,' it said. 'Let's live our lives together.'
My great-grandfather continued backing out of the alley.
'Eiji, I love you,' the creature said. And even though he knew it was not his Aiko, those three words stopped my great-grandfather in his track.
The creature lunged at him, biting into his leg. He screamed, collapsing, certain that his weakness, his foolish love for this woman he'd only just met would be the death of him."
Jax finished the story, glancing at his friends.
"That's it?!" asked Lily. "You're really gonna leave it like that?! Did he survive?"
"Obviously," interrupted Kamilah, "or he couldn't have told Jax the story."
"Okay, okay," said Lily. "But how did he survive?"
"And what was that creature?" asked Adrian.
Jax laughed. "One question at a time," he replied.
"It was a jinmenken," said Jax. "There are a lot of rumors about them in Japanese culture. My great-grandfather believed this one was a little different, though. After years of research, he had come to believe that a scientist had genetically modified a werewolf, creating a different effect than your average jinmenken, which had a static face. This one, he believed, could mimic what it saw. That's how it had Aiko's face and voice. As for why it spared him," Jax said, looking at Lily. "He had no idea."
"Wow," said Lily. "That was a pretty good scary story."
Jax smiled as the others agreed.
Then, after a beat, "Who's next?"
Part 2
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Pokeani Re-Watch: OS
My favorite OS episodes are under the cut! Since OS is kind of long, and I want to organize these lists by region, I’ll be breaking these episodes up into Kanto, Orange Islands, and Johto.
Kanto
EP001 - I Choose You!
EP002 - Pokemon Emergency!
EP003 - Ash Catches a Pokemon
EP005 - Showdown in Pewter City
EP007 - The Waterflowers of Cerulean City
EP011 - Charmander the Stray Pokemon
EP014 - Electric Shock Showdown
EP015 - Battle Aboard the St. Anne
EP016 - Pokemon Shipwreck
EP020 - The Ghost of Maiden’s Peak
EP021 - Bye Bye Butterfree
EP023 - The Tower of Terror
EP026 - Pokemon Scent-sation!
EP028 - Pokemon Fashion Flash
EP033 - The Flame Pokemon-athon!
EP039 - Pikachu’s Goodbye
EP040 - The Battling Eevee Brothers
EP043 - The March of the Exeggutor Squad
EP047 - A Chansey Operation!
EP048 - Holy Matrimony!
EP050 - Who Gets to Keep Togepi?
EP052 - Princess vs. Princess
EP056 - The Ultimate Test
EP061 - The Misty Mermaid
EP064 - It’s Mr. Mime Time
EP067 - The Pi-kahuna
EP074 - All Fired Up!
EP075 - Round One - Begin!
EP076 - Fire and Ice
EP077 - The Fourth Round Rumble
EP078 - A Friend in Deed
EP079 - Friend and Foe Alike
EP080 - Friends til the End
Orange Islands
EP081 - Pallet Party Panic
EP082 - A Scare in the Air!
EP083 - Poke Ball Peril
EP084 - The Lost Lapras
EP091 - Bye Bye Psyduck
EP093 - Navel Maneuvers 
EP100 - Wherefore Art Thou, Pokemon?
EP103 - Misty Meets Her Match
EP105 - Charizard Chills
EP110 - The Stun Spore Detour
EP111 - Hello, Pumello!
EP112 - Enter the Dragonite
EP115 - A Tent Situation
EP116 - The Rivalry Revival
Johto
EP117 - Don’t Touch That ‘dile
EP121 - Illusion Confusion!
EP123 - Spinarak Attack
EP129 - Ignorance is Blissey
EP132 - For Crying Out Loud
EP134 - Charizard’s Burning Ambitions
EP136 - Chikorita’s Big Upset
EP138 - The Superhero Secret
EP148 - No Big Woop!
EP151 - The Totodile Duel
EP155 - Forest Grumps
EP157 - Fortune Hunters
EP160 - Air Time!
EP169 - Beauty and the Breeder
EP180 - Houndoom’s Special Delivery 
EP186 - UnBEARable
EP193 - Sick Daze
EP198 - The Heartbreak of Brock
EP200 - Turning Over a New Bayleef
EP210 - Around the Whirlpool
EP213 - A Corsola Caper
EP216 - Dueling Heroes 
EP217 - The Perfect Match!
EP228 - Extreme Pokemon!
EP229 - An EGG-sighting Adventure!
EP230 - Hatching a Plan
EP245 - Will the Real Oak Please Stand Up?
EP247 - Outrageous Fortunes
EP256 - Just Add Water
EP258 - Hatch Me if You Can
EP262 - You’re a Star, Larvitar!
EP267 - Love, Pokemon Style
EP268 - Tie One On!
EP269 - The Ties that Bind
EP270 - Can’t Beat the Heat
EP271 - Playing with Fire!
EP272 - Johto Photo Finish
EP273 - Gotta Catch Ya Later!
EP274 - Hoenn Alone!
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