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ONE TREE HILL ( 2003 - 2012 ) ↳ season 3 episode 21

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"I think that's a wonderful idea." Despite the sudden anxious twist in her diaphragm, Ember didn't let it show, the nerves lubricated as well as they were made it a little easier to just... go with it. It was the first real time that she'd spoke to Emily, the two seeming to keep a subconscious distance from each other, but if there was ever going to be a time for it, this was probably it. When the spirits were highest.

"What's your poison then? I don't take you for a tequila girl." And really she should probably not have too many more of those so quickly herself. "You and Zach look really nice together, tonight." There was no bitterness in her tone, a statement said matter-of-factly enough to be an proverbial offered olive branch.

Emily had just got done speaking with Tobias when she found his daughter at the other end of the bar, enjoying herself to the fullest. She froze in place, afraid that if she even passed by the incorrectly assumed fury Ember had over Emily's budding relationship with Zach would unleash itself. While she'd yet to really dig into what went on between them (or Zach and Courtney, although she suspected something important), she was sure there was at least a friendship between the two and didn't want things to continue to be weird. Especially since tonight she was risking it all to take the next step with her chosen half of the Sanders twins.

She was grateful a small group surrounded the Wexley heir. At least then she could fade back into the shadows if things turned to disaster. After a calming breath, she forced her feet to keep moving, taking the few steps to the bar where she sat. "Think I could get in on a shot or two?" she asked nervously. "I don't want to have too many though. Duty calls in the diner and people need their snacks served," she tried joking a little.

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ALYCIA DEBNAM-CAREY as NIKKI VEE in It's What's Inside (2024) dir. Greg Jardin

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Ember, blood warm with alcohol and the argument with Ivy, had told Val that she'd be right back, and given into her impulse to see her oldest friend quarantine or not. Leaning a little on the wall of the elevator as she fixed up her hair in the mirrored walls, Ember couldn't help but be excited. Lane was more like her sibling than Maggie or Toby had ever been, and she'd realized that more than ever when all three hadn't come back and Ember had missed Lane most of all. Maybe even over her own mother.

It felt like forever before she'd finally found herself in front of the door, knocking incessantly and calling out her "Psst Lane"s up against it. The moment that she saw their face Ember had nearly thrown her arms around them, but stopped herself short at the reminder, unable to hold back her pout at not getting to hug them.

Lowering down so she was sitting against the hallway wall across from them, Ember's face was split entirely in two, eyes welling up with happy tears. "I can't believe you're here! Do you know how many times I've talked to you just... into the air. I knew you were out there somewhere, being all badass and stuff. You have come back from the dead for us, it's like a miracle, okay? Oh hush you, we don't throw away anything around here, and besides, now you can like have your own suite. I know Daddy will give you any one that you want, and it's my job now... to help you decorate it."

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lane had known who was standing outside of the quarantine suite from the rhythmic knocking alone. the metallic jingling of bracelets only further confirmed the identity of who was waiting for them on the other side of the heavy door.

they wrung their hands together nervously as they contemplated opening the door or simply ignoring it—but when ember’s voice spoke their name lane’s heart tugged them towards a decision. she opened the door slowly and looked at the familiar face with a tired smile. “no hugs, miss wexley.” lane reminded her knowing that she was already breaking protocol by opening the door.

“i think we can get away with a few minutes of chatting though.” she didn’t want to send ember away. lane had been surprised at the comfort seeing her had brought. “maybe just step back a few feet your side and i’ll do the same, yeah?”

lane kept the door open and did as she suggested, stepping back until she felt the wall of the suites entryway against their back. lane slid to the floor and sat criss cross applesauce.

“kind of feels like coming back from the dead.” lane admitted, about being back after so long. after a minute their face contorted to mock upset and they cocked their head, “you better not have tossed my stuff or i’ll be right annoyed.”

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TINY PRETTY THINGS ( 2020 )

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the older I get, the more attractive stability becomes……………… i just want some god damn peace of mind and a non-stressful environment

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PEARL (2022) dir. Ti West

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"Because he's my dad!" The exasperation was clear in her voice as she gestured vaguely to the Atrium and it's adjoining rooms, one of which held the man in question. "He's my Dad and I love him. Sure, we have our issues, but I still love him. And I still don't want some blond coming in and taking advantage of his grief and loneliness to get a more comfortable living situation during the apocalypse. Believe me you hurt him and it will become so much more than a threat."

It wouldn't be the first time she'd jumped a girl with her friends and cut all her hair off in the bathroom of her middle school, but she felt bad about that after and since. Doing it to Ivy wouldn't carry that same guilt if it was punishment for breaking her father's already broken heart further.

Shaking her head and running her hands through her hair, Ember sighed her frustration, locking a disbelievingly appraising eye on the shorter blond. "It's not like you actually like him, do you?"

Sure she saw how her Dad had smiled when he'd been talking to her at the snack table, and she did want him to happy, but neither of them knew if her mother was alive or dead out there, and it made her blood boil to see him looking at a girl her age in a way she hadn't seen him look at her mother in more years than she could count. She wanted him to be happy, of course, but she wanted him to be happy with the family her heart wanted to be believe would return any day now.

do they? she glanced around, taking stock of the people who's opinions she valued, and whether they'd said anything at all. politeness hardly ranked among the surviving qualities of the group here, that much was becoming apparent. she shifts on her heels, arms crossing in front of her.

"why did you say anything, then?" she doesn't feel the threat. there's nothing for her to watch. ember's done little more in her life than make page six. and there are better words than disgrace. "just a threat?" she doesn't feel a particular want or need to watch her back. and she's hardly going to feel any remnants of ember or constance in the guest room. but she doesn't say any of that, she does not starve the fire of oxygen. she lets it burn as it wants.

"don't make demands me of." she was no plaything, and this was not just a world where everything could bend to the will of a wexley. those days were long past. "i'm not on a payroll, and we are not friends."

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