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NOBODY WANTS THIS (2024–) 1.07 "WAGS" dir. Oz Rodriguez

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Nikita | 3x19 Self-Destruct

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"Oof." Giving a little wince at the idea of brass knuckles alone, Ember froze when their hands touched, but only for a beat, for a moment, before she resumed the pouring of their drinks. Maybe he wouldn't notice. Maybe it hadn't been that obvious. Why did it have to make all of this that much harder?

"No, no don't apologize. I couldn't imagine seeing the boat go up in flames like that." She had no idea if her siblings were alive or dead, and he had probably thought he'd watched his die. Was one worse than the other? She wasn't sure, but she did feel for him so deeply that she had to clear her throat less tears start to prick at the back of her eyes.

"You can ramble all you like. Honestly, sometimes it helps my thoughts out, you know?" Coming over to hand him his drink, she took a sip of her own and let the silence sit for a moment before she finally spoke again. "I bet Emily was worried when she saw you." There was no anger, not a hint of animosity, if anything there was maybe a little bit of sadness.

"Oh! In this case... Great idea." Zach faked relief when no birthdays were involved and, having placed the glasses down, thanked Doom for his company with a little dog treat. He obviously didn't mind having him around but if he wanted to lick Ember to death like he always did, he should probably pick a better time. When she didn't bring champagne with her because there clearly was a hidden agenda he wanted to know.

Zach chuckled; compared with the others and their injuries, he came back in great shape. "Brass knuckles," he explained, wincing. He had to admit that it wasn't fun to be punched like that, but it could have ended with a broken jaw. "Ember, it's okay, I-" A single brush of their hands when they both reached for the bottle was enough to make Zach clear his throat in amusement and step back. Metaphorically. Literally.

"Thanks. I'm happy we all came back. The plan was good, so was our improvisation... Great teamwork and all that." Zach pulled himself up onto the countertop across from Ember, since chairs were overrated. "Sorry, I'm still a little...- That explosion and everything? I was so worried about Eric I'm still processing it, if I'm being honest." He smiled at her, picking a piece of chocolate before he pushed the box in her direction. "It was easier to assume he was safe when I had no idea where he was, but I knew exactly where he was when the explosion happened and-..." He pressed his lips with an apologetic sigh. "It just takes a while before I get over things, you know. I'm just... rambling now."

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a cinderella story (2004) dir. mark rosman

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"Oh my goodness, Taddy, come on, for real?" Maybe it wouldn't hurt anything and he was really sweet to want to try and help. Besides, her whole vibe really had been so incredibly off since before the winter and so .... "You know what? Let's do it. I could totally use a realignment."

"You should really let me make an attunement. Your energy flow is totally off." Tad shook his head. He knew the medical team had their hands full after what had happened with the raiders. It was about time he stepped up and started doing his part too. "If we realign your energy you'll feel it. Emotionally, physically." He nodded his head to his own proclamations. "Some people say the feeling is life changing." He'd believed in it enough to become a healer himself.

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orquídeas

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"You do realize that Ripper Giles was just like... an old librarian having a midlife crisis. Like that was the joke of the whole episode. I know it was subtle."

The way he spoke her name almost made her want to bark with laughter, his entire demeanor and the way he instantly got under her skin reminding her a lot of Vince. In the worst sort of way. "Ooooh... he uses a bad word and comes for my wealth and calling me stupid all in one go, so cutting... so...efficient." Giving a little scoff, she just shakes her head, giving a bored sort of look to her nails. "No no, though, I suppose being raised among culture has helped me sniff out quality when I come across it... or the lack thereof."

Looking him up and down again, she shifted to get up from her seat, suddenly not all that hungry. "And you're right, I am cute."

"Rupert Giles?" Devan repeats with a scrunch of his nose. "Like librarian Rupert Giles or Ripper Rupert Giles? There is a wrong answer." No offence to librarians, they are swell people with a job he's made use of an infinite of times over the course of his life, the very first time being also the very first time his father sought to ground him when he was five and hit another kid with a chair one too many times not heading a warning to stop shoving a girl on the playground — the library was big enough that when his family even thought to look for him there, it had been no trifle at all to sneak around and make it back home without being seen to play innocent (with a new stack of books in his possession).

"Love this, though," they chuckle, folding his fingers together to rest his chin on it. "Tell me, September Wexley—" her name is spoken in the most posh RP English he can manage, to get his point across, "—is it rich New York City cunt culture to judge every person ya come across immediately, or that just one a your personality traits?" He leans back slightly, holding his hands up. "No offence if 'tis, course."

With that said, his entire demeanour gets a cold snap, his eyes darkening like a winter night past sunset as he eyes her. "Suppose I'm impressed you're still alive. Couldn't've been easy, havin' all your money and any skill ya might've had instantly become worthless overnight, right?" A slight grin returns to his features as he chuckles, the ice melting, just a bit. "I guess you're still cute, though, so there's that."

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VIRGIN RIVER 1x07 - "If Truth Be Told"

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i wanna take your clothes off… ;) and then replace them with something else because that outfit is ugly as hell

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"Of course you have?" There were few who hadn't. Her name as famous as it was infamous, riding the same trains as Paris Hilton and the ilk. It was rare to come across someone not at least familiar with her name, even just from the tabloids at the grocery store check outs. She'd used every ounce of social media to her advantage. She'd put the name Wexley on the map for an entirely new batch of generations. There was a girl that had been in this very building that salivated over just a follow from her. A single click of a button.

"I didn't even mean it-... that way-... you know you come off like a horn dog, right? Like, I just wanted to ask because honestly, I've known some guys that honestly like didn't realize that they come off like a walking erection. I get it, and honestly, it kind of works for you... I mean not for me but there's some desperate people in this building that this whole this is going to work for. It's giving... Off brand Gomez Adams meets Temu Casanova... with a sprinkle of..." Squinting her eyes as she looked him over a little more closely, she finally seemed to settle on something that by her tone was mildly interesting. "Like... maybe... Rupert Giles? Tell me, do your hips enter a room before the rest of you?"

Devan shrugs in response, giving the girl a grin. "Love, I'm just... tryna get to know people," he replies, in faux offence, holding his hands up before folding them on the table in front of her. "Wexley, right? September? Yeah, I heard a you." Socialite. A veritable princess. Seen pictures come by on Instagram a few times. Not that any of that matters now. Oh, how far she fell -- though Devan certainly is impressed she has made it this far. Most likely by the grace of those with whom she surrounds herself.

"I amn't interested in bein' popular, as it stands," they tell her with raised eyebrows, giving her another shrug. "Interested in stayin' the fuck alive." They tilt their head slightly. "You interested in bein' popular?"