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lovifie · 7 months ago

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Hey there Lovifie.

I hate to bother you but can I ask for a request?

You see the thing is that I’ve been having a few bad weeks lately and the news I got today just really pushed me to the point that I can’t stop crying now.

Long story short, I’ve applied again for another promotion within my department for my job; this would be the third time I’ve tried for one and for the third time I was passed over for someone else. I honestly don’t know what I’m doing wrong; why they're not choosing me. I’m doing everything they’re asking for, going above & beyond for them and more but apparently it’s just not good enough for them. I just don’t know what else I can do.

Now I feel like I’m not good enough for anything; I'm confused and it hurts. Can I please request a comfort fic of John Price or Poly141 comforting a curvy, Mexican female reader who just feels like she's not good? Please? 🙏🏽 💔

My dear, you are never ever a bother. I’m really sorry to hear you have been having the last couple of shitty weeks, I sent you a message before and I hope this cheers you up a bit and everyone that may be having a rough time 🩷

I did it with poly141 because if we are looking for comfort we are going all out!!

The boys are back home and you know it, they got home last week, spending most of the time together, bathing in each other comforting proximity, helping them decompress after their deployment.

You didn't tell them about what was troubling your mind, they already have enough on their plate and you didn't want to bother them. Or that's what you thought it would be, a bother.

That's why you are standing before the door, knowing you have to enter but trying to recollect your feelings to be able to portray a happy face when you finally open the door.

But the door opens before you want it to, Simon's brown eyes staring at you. “What are you doing, lovie? The motion camera is going nuts…” he trails off, looking at how you try your hardest to look fine. “Everything alright?”

You quickly nod, walking past him, kissing his cheek standing on your tip toes. “Yeah, all good. Was trying to remember where I put my keys.” You laugh, thinking that it is believable as you enter. He doesn't buy it but chooses to stay quiet. You will talk when you need it.

You leave your bag on the floor next to the door, taking off your shoes and Simon helps you take off your jacket, hanging it on the hook next to Johnny's. “How was work?”

“Horrible.” You think, but instead, you sight and murmur. “Tiring.”

“Did I hear somebody say they are tired?” Johnny's voice beams in the room when he walks to you like a happy puppy, hugging you from behind and hiding his face on your neck. You move your hand back to pet the back of his head. “You tired, mami?”

You nod, with a smile on your face. Closing your eyes when he kisses your cheek squishing your face with his. “Then eat dinner and straight to bed.”

“No shower?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.

“Nah, you are still clean for a couple more days. Right. Or are you stinky?” He says, moving his head back with a confused expression on his face, only for him to hide his face again in your neck making you chuckle when he sniffs your smell dramatically hard. “Yeah, not stinky.”

He pats your butt, as in signing the deal that you don't need to shower and you smile shaking your head.

His silliness is almost enough to make you forget the hardness of your day. Almost.

“Is she home?!” Kyle's voice sounds from the kitchen and you follow his voice like a moth to the light. Hearing Simon tell Johnny to go shower his stinky self, making him whine.

“Hi, Riri.” You say, using the nickname he hates so much.

He groans, scrunching his face at you making you laugh. “I'm not Rihanna, love.”

“Hm, but you sound just like her when you shower.” You say hugging him from behind, he is standing in front of the stove, taking care of dinner. Some kind of pasta getting boiled while he works on the sauce on the pan right in front of you.

So close to it, that when Kyle moves, threatening to tickle you for teasing him, you move your arm to shield yourself. But your forearm crashes with the pan, making it fall and burning you in the process.

Kyle manages to catch it by the handle just in time before burning himself or spilling it all over the floor. He turns off both of the stoves, to make sure nothing burns while he checks on you.

“You alright, love? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stood so close.” He says, but your eyes are glued to the spot of sauce on the ground. Almost nothing fell from the pan, barely enough to fill half a glass.

But the thought in your mind makes you write it at the top of the list of things you have fuck up. And it makes your eyes tear up with the feeling of simply not being good enough.

“Sunshine.” Kyle calls you, cupping your face so you will look at him but his eyes follow you, seeing the sauce on the ground. “Hey, hey, it's okay.”

“I'm sorry.” Your voice cracks making you inhale to try and calm yourself down. “I'm sorry, Kyle.”

“Hey, what happened to Riri?” He asks with a kind smile on his face. “Don't apologise, love. It's okay, there is more sauce stuck to the spoon than on the floor, love. No problem, alright? Everything is fi- you are burnt!”

He cuts himself off when he sees your skin red with the burnt, he grabs your wrist pulling you to the sink to move your arm under running cold water. “I'm sorry, love. Poor baby…”

“Hi, mami.” Price says entering the kitchen, he must have just come out of the bathroom. Possibly kicked out by Johnny, because he enters the kitchen only wearing his pyjama pants, hair still moist. You look at him, eyes wet with tears making him furrow his eyebrows in worry. “What happened?”

“Little cooking accident, nothing to worry about.” Kyle answers, rubbing circles on your hand still under the water with his thumb. “Can you pass the mop, please?” Kyle asks, pointing with his face to the sauce on the floor.

“I'll do it.” You say, trying to pull your hand from Kyle's grasp. “I spilt it, I'll clean it.”

“Nonsense, you and I are bothering Johnny to grab the burns cream from the bathroom. Let's go, we might see his bubble butt if we are lucky.” Kyle jokes, winking at you, trying to get you to smile.

But you are already too deep in your own thoughts to do so, you sigh, rubbing your eyes at the sting of your tears and shaking your head. “I'm fine, I'm just… I'm just going to go to bed.”

“Without eating?” Simon walks into the doorframe, handing the mop to Price who cleans the floor keeping an eye on you. “Are you grounding yourself or what, love?”

And you try your best to not cry, to hold it in, at least until you are in your room, with your privacy to cry yourself to sleep. But then Johnny also walks in, talking about if anyone knows where his towel is; and his blue eyes catch yours, shining with worry when he sees your tears.

“What happened?” He asks, repeating Price's words without knowing it.

You look at them, the four pairs of eyes looking at you, expecting an explanation, worry and curiosity clear on them. And it only makes your eyes sting more with a new batch of tears that easily roll down your cheeks.

It makes you cover your face with your hands, sobbing softly against your palm. One of them hugs you, pressing you against his body and you know it's Price for the warmth emanating from his naked torso.

“Let's go to the living room, the kitchen is too small for five people.” Simon comments, his hand resting on the small of your back, caressing comforting circles on it.

When you don't move, Price moves his hands under your armpits, raising you to hold onto him like a koala. Crying on his strong shoulder like a baby, a big baby.

He sits down on the sofa, moving you so you are sitting on his lap sideways, your face still hidden on his neck. You feel everyone else find their place around the two of you. Kyle is sitting next to Price on the sofa, your feet resting on his lap, his warm hand resting on your calf under your trouser warming you up. Johnny is sitting on the armrest of the sofa, his hand resting on your ribs, moving up and down as well, moving slowly to help you breathe slower. And Simon is kneeling on the floor behind the sofa, one arm bendt on the backrest of the sofa to lean his head on it and the other hand petting your head, brushing your hair.

But no matter how comforting his touches are at the moment, the door holding the tears in has been opened and they are rolling freely down your face into Price's exposed shoulder.

It's long after that, that you manage to breathe normally again. Still hiccuping but now oxygen getting to your lungs.

Simon is the first that you look up, moving your hand from Price's shoulder to grab Simon's finger, the man curling his finger pulling your hand to his. A soft smile on his face. “Hey, pretty girl.”

Price looks over your shoulder, using his thumbs to dry the tears from your face, kissing your cheek. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asks, the only answer he gets from you is in the way of shrugged shoulders.

Simon stands behind you, letting your hand fall onto Kyle's and groaning when his knees pop as he stands up. He sits on the opposite armrest from Johnny, next to Kyle and looks at your face when Price moves you lower so you are resting your face on his chest.

“What's wrong, love?” Price asks looking at you, his hand petting your thigh.

“I… I just keep fucking everything up…” You admit, voice tiny, afraid that if you speak any louder the tears will return. “I ruined dinner, I ruined tonight, I ruined everything…”

“What are you talking about?” Johnny asks behind you. “You haven't ruined anything, lass. Everything is right.”

“Surprisingly, Johnny's right, love.” Gaz says, Johnny making an offended noise behind you. “Nothing is ruined, love…”

“Did something happen at work today?” Simon asks, regretting the moment you lock eyes with him and your eyes glisten with tears.

You nod again, melting into Price's arms. “We are proud of you, you know that right?” Price says, making you sob again. “We were proud before today, we will be proud tomorrow, we were proud of you weeks ago and we will be even more proud of you in the future.”

“You don't even know what happened…” you sniffle, wiping your nose with the back of your hand.

“We don't need to.” Johnny says. “We know you. And we know that you always try your best, that you work your ass off and that you are a bloody good worker, love.”

“Yeah, I just need to make my boss see it too.” You mumble, sadness being replaced by annoyance.

“We can always murder him.” Simon says, earning himself a group groan of his name. “I'm just saying.”

“What Simon's trying to say.” Price says, turning to you again. “Is that if all four of us can see it… he will eventually see it too.”

“Yeah, it's his fault he is so stupid it's taking him so long.” Gaz says, smile on his face.

“But I'm tired of it…” You admit, pout on your face as you lean your head back onto Johnny, the man resting his hand on your face, caressing your cheek.

“That's normal, love… How about we take care of you, him?” Johnny asks, making you look at him. “Let's have dinner, then you and I take a stinky bath, and then… a movie? Some cuddles? Sounds good?”

You nod before answering. “Yeah… sounds really good.”

All of them but Price stand up at your words. “Dinner time it is, boys.” Gaz says, walking into the kitchen as Johnny and Simon set up the table.

“Should we help them?” You ask Price, looking over his shoulder.

“Nah, they can themselves.” He answers, cupping your face to give you a peck on your lips. “You are amazing, love… don't forget it, alright? You are more important than your job, a promotion or anything going on, alright? We love you, cariño.” He says, accentuating the “r” to make you smile.

And later, when you are sitting down with the four of them at the table, the only thing you can think about is about how lucky you are.

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evermourning · 1 year ago

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞. ˚｡୨୧˚

pairing: Lee Felix x GN!reader

genre: drabble, non!idol au, established relationship, fluff(?)

wc: 1k

warnings: lots and lots of kisses, suggestive, making out, language, pet names (honey, sweetheart, babe, lix)

summary: you have an amazing idea. the idea in question being a romantic tiktok trend that your boyfriend is over the moon about trying.

a/n: so...i was listening to cigarettes after sex and i remembered that one tiktok trend to k., and ik it's dead now but IT WON'T BE DEAD UNTIL I DO IT RAHHHH so here's me feeding you guys while the last two lovertober entries are being worked on

Felix knew something was up the second he stepped through your door.

You had texted him randomly, a cryptic message he'd stared at for an actual eternity (five minutes) attempting to decipher but ultimately giving up.

"come over. as soon as possible."

Were you in trouble? Did you want to fuck him? Was it both? He decided he should just go over to your apartment to see if you were okay. He slipped on his coat and left hurriedly.

You were on the couch, dozing off to some early 2000's movie you couldn't bother watching. When the door opening, you jolted out of the state you were in and turned to stare at Felix, a look of utmost delight upon your features.

"Hi, honey." You cooed, getting up from under the comfy blanket to snake your arms around his neck and press a loving peck to his plush lips. "You look lovely tonight."

Blood rushed to Felix's cheeks, turning them the color of blossoming pink roses. You were wearing his shirt and a pair of simple, black sleep shorts. Felix gulped, trying to fight the urge to pin you to the wall and kiss you until your lips were raw.

"What do you need? I saw you wanted me to come over quickly so I rushed here." Holy shit, he was a blabbering mess. You grinned.

"You know that one Cigarettes After Sex song, right?" you asked, plopping back down onto the couch and pulling out your phone.

"Very specific." Felix teased, hanging up his coat before awkwardly sitting down beside you. However, he relaxed once you leaned into him, your head resting on his shoulder.

"Hey! But it's called K., and it's that one where it goes like 'Stay with me, I don't want you to leave'..." you tried to explain, and Felix giggled.

"Yes, I know it. Did you call me all the way here for a song recommendation?" You shook your head, before zeroing in on the black, form-fitting turtleneck he'd been wearing beneath his heavy coat.

"Not really, no. There was this trend that was going around...I don't remember when, but every time I hear the song I think about it." You mused, gasping softly when one of Felix's arms made its way to wrap around your waist. Good god. "You look really hot in that turtleneck, by the way."

"Thank you, sweetheart." he laughed softly, pressing a kiss to your exposed neck. "Now, what was this trend about? I feel like I know what you're talking about..."

He knew exactly what you were talking about. To be honest, he was overjoyed you were even bringing up the idea to him. Being kissed all over by his partner sounded like the perfect Saturday night.

"I hope this jogs your memory, then!" You pulled up a video you had saved on TikTok, moving your phone over a little so that he could see it better. It showed some girl putting on lipstick, and messing it up. Then, a hand reached into the frame to wipe it away, and the camera panned to show her boyfriend, covered in lipstick marks and staring at her affectionately. "So...what do you think?"

Felix was staring in awe. Which pretty much answered your question.

"Please use that one burgundy lipstick you have. I'm begging you." He murmured quietly, still staring at the video on loop. You laughed out loud with glee, dashing off to go grab it.

Felix was waiting patiently, staring at the empty doorway as the distant sounds of you rummaging through your drawers excited him to no end. He just hoped he wouldn't get too excited...

When you finally came back, holding the tube of lipstick he loved so, he swore the butterflies flitting around inside his stomach began migrating. He changed the position he was sitting in so he could lay his back comfortably against the armrest of the sofa. Unfortunately, every one of his emotions were on full display as you climbed on top of him, straddling him.

"Wow, you're pretty red, Lix. I'm a little worried that the lipstick might not show up!" You slyly teased him, only adding more color to his adorable cheeks. He reached up to caress the soft skin on your cheek, his lips curled upwards into an endearing smile.

"Babe, I love you and your teasing but put on that makeup and fucking kiss me already." Felix grumbled playfully. You had no hesitation as you applied the dark lipstick, leaning down to press kiss after kiss onto his freckled face until his skin was stained red inside and out.

Felix felt like you were edging him.

You'd kissed everywhere except his lips, and it was making him feel embarrassingly needy. You noticed this, and with an airy giggle, you moved towards his lips. However, at the last second your head swiveled and you left a mark on the corner of his lips. That was his final straw. With a groan, he reached up and pulled you down so he could kiss you passionately, his hands going to your waist to steady you.

His kisses were dripping with love and adoration, fiery with desire. They slowly became more and more intimate, tongues dancing with each other. Your hands went to his blonde hair, holding them tightly. When you pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you to him like some otherworldly string of fate, your lips were swollen and his were the color of spilt red wine.

"You can't jus' leave me hanging like that, sweetheart. C'mon, get my neck too." He said, panting. His chest was heaving. You liked it.

"But you're wearing a turtleneck." You pointed out, blinking once, twice.

He grinned.

"Exactly. Go ahead, take it off of me." With his help, his expanse of tanned, bare skin was exposed to you. A perfect canvas to create art upon with your lovely lips.

Needless to say, you never finished filming.

#ren writes!! <3 #evermourning #skz #stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #felix skz #lee felix #lee yongbok #yongbok skz #felix x reader #lee felix x reader #felix imagines #skz imagines

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mejcinta · 1 year ago

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Aegon and Shame (Body Language Study).

Just made an interesting observation of Aegon's body language when Helaena walks in on him naked and being confronted by Alicent.

Whereas before that he was frowning and his lips trembling from whining and pleading with Alicent, the moment Helaena appears out of the blue (off camera) he startles.

The change in his expression marks the moment Helaena sees him shortly before the camera pans to Alicent who suddenly takes notice of Hel behind her!

Aegon blinks in surprise, swallows and his mouth falls agape in shock. He knows he's in deep trouble with his wife!

As Alicent leaps forward to console Helaena (Alicent knows Helaena is displeased with this, or at least feels shame on her behalf), Aegon gazes at Helaena.

He's standing sort of hunched as he does it, his head slightly titlted, hand limply hanging, and then he brings his hands up to fiddle with the sheet covering his nakedness.

The fiddling shows he's nervous, hesitant and embarrassed. He's considering the impact of his actions on Helaena, just as Alicent is doing the same.

This is definitely not the state he wants Helaena to see him in, even if his marriage with her is not so ideal, it seems like they have some set boundaries. But he has now grievously broken them by not only being heavily drunk but also violating Dyana, their children's maid, in their bedroom (I don't know why else Helaena would go looking for Dyana in that room so casually unless it's her and Aegon's shared room).

Aegon seeming regretful could be what prompts him to try and make it up to Helaena later at the family dinner, by gifting her a dead beetle to add to her collection of insects.

It was the object she was examining and playing with at the table and even showing off to Otto.

But as we all know, Helaena did NOT let Aegon get away that easy 😊. By lambasting him using a toast, it is clear that she was quite hurt by Aegon's actions earlier.

It seems like she does want him to put in more effort in their marriage and to respect her. She speaks openly of her discontent in twisted humour/sarcasm, which Alicent reacts to with an expression of outrage. She doesn't approve of Helaena airing her and Aegon's dirty laundry, but Helaena likes her agency and also seems to know Aegon well enough to know what buttons to press. She even accepts to dance with Jace in Aegon's presence as he Aegon flies into a grumbly, quiet fit of jealousy, anger and outrage.

People don't usually demand/seek respect from people they hate, nor are their feelings hurt or affected by people they have no expectations for. If Helaena didn't care about Aegon she wouldn't have voiced her discontent. If Aegon didn't care for Helaena, he wouldn't have been bothered by her dancing with Jace.

Aegon and Helaena did the most to each other that day. They both hurt each other, although in Helaena's case she wanted to get back at him (consciously or unconsciously). This was a domestic issue exploding.

Helaena evidently cares for Aegon and the same could be said for him, judging by how ashamed he seemed in her presence after what he did and the present he gave her.

It appears that both do desire that their union was less miserable and that's something. Aegon tries to make an effort, and Helaena wishes that he keeps at it much as he is inconsistent.

The time skip did the show no justice because it gave us no time to see how characters changed over the years, but it's clear that Aegon and Helaena have marital expectations of each other and care for each other in a strange way.

I look forward to seeing how things will play out after Blood and Cheese and how that will affect their bond as parents and a married couple-- especially how that will feed Aegon's rage going into the Dance.

He's already a Fail Husband™. How worse will things get for him when he blames himself for what happens to Helaena and his children? For not being there to save them?

#incoherent thoughts #hotd analysis #aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #alicent hightower #aegon ii × helaena #helaegon

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iamfitzwilliamdarcy · 9 months ago

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ok this one IS an explicitly anti-maiko post, I'm not sorry. The Beach is a great episode except that a lot of it doesn't actually land for me in terms of relationship dynamics, and the extremely obvious one is maiko.

This episode does a lot of work for trying to establish the Fire Nation kids group dynamics and their motivations and insecurities. It's really good, especially for Azula. It also is where Zuko first starts confronting returning to the Fire Nation was not going how he expected and his growing internal conflict. But background to this is also further establishing the Zuko/Mai relationship, and lemme just say-- I do not think the writers do a good job.

This got long esp because of transcript quotes, so I put it under a read more, but here we go

Throughout the episode, Zuko and Mai snipe at each other, culminating in a blowup argument and a breakup. And then they literally just kiss and make up at the end of the episode, without doing anything to fix the things that led to the break up in the first place.

So let's start with the argument, work backwards from there, and back to their resolution. This is the argument:

Mai [Angrily.] Zuko, what is wrong with you? Zuko What's wrong with me? Mai [Scolding.] Your temper is out of control. You blow up over every little thing. You're so impatient and hotheaded and angry! Zuko [Snapping back.] Well, at least I feel something, as opposed to you. [Frontal view from behind Mai.] You have no passion for anything! You're just a big blah! Mai [Turns away from Zuko.] It's over, Zuko. We're done.

Immediately preceding this, Zuko shoves the Fire Nation kid talking to Mai at the party. Zuko's been jealous of him all episode and it's frankly not entirely unfounded. Chan invites Ty Lee to his party, Ruon-Jian notices Mai and invites her too-- Zuko is ignored until Azula insists on getting them both invites as well. Zuko's jealousy is out of line, and getting suspicious Mai likes Ruon-Jian is too, I can see why Mai would be annoyed by that. I can also see why it would trigger Zuko getting so upset when he sees Ruon-Jian talking to her at the party.

I... have trouble believing Mai would actually be so mad/upset that Zuko shoved another guy. It's a little controlling, but it is exciting and she had just been saying she as bored. It would make more sense to me if Zuko had taken this out on her -- she can't talk to people, etc-- as a reason for being upset-- because that would go better with her personal family trauma revealed later in the episode about being controlled and stifled.

I also think it's interesting Mai says Zuko's temper is out of control because other then going after Ruon-Jian, he's not really angry in this episode? He's annoyed about being handled by his father, he's dismissive of Mai's negativity at the party, he is suspicious and jealous but he doesn't do anything outright and hot tempered until then. What is Mai basing this on?

(after this Zuko IS very mean to Ty Lee at the fireside but we have no in show evidence he was before)

We certainly address Zuko's anger later at the fireside-- he's in conflict with himself, he is angry at himself. They sort of address Mai not feeling things and being a big blah in the fireside scene -- I'm gonna put the long block quote here lol:

Zuko [Camera pans right. Getting up.] Yeah, you do not believe in anything. Mai [Close-up; sarcastically.] Oh, well, I'm sorry I can't be as high-strung and crazy as the rest of you. Zuko [Aerial view of campsite. Walking up to the campfire.] I'm sorry, too. I wish you would be high-strung and crazy for once instead of keeping all your feeling bottled up inside. [Frontal view.] She just called your aura dingy. Are you gonna take that? Mai [Aerial view of campsite. Leaning back.] What do you want from me? You want a teary confession about how hard my childhood was? Well, it wasn't. [Close-up.] I was a rich only child who got anything I wanted ... as long as I behaved [Cut to shot of the sky.] and sat still, and didn't speak unless spoken to. [Close-up of Zuko.] My mother said I had to keep out of trouble. We had my dad's political career to think about. Azula [Side-view of campsite.] Well, that's it, then. [Close-up.] You have a controlling mother who had certain expectations, and if you strayed from them, you were shut down. That's why you're afraid to care about anything, and why you can't express yourself. Mai [Frontal view.] You want me to express myself? [Stands up and yells.] Leave me alone! Zuko [Side-view of campsite. Frontal view of Zuko.] I like it when you express yourself. [Approaching, attempting to put a hand on her shoulder.] Mai [Frontal view.] Don't touch me! I'm still mad at you. [She sits.] Zuko [Side-view of Mai.] My life hasn't been that easy either, Mai. Mai: Whatever. That doesn't excuse the way you've been acting.

Anyway, again, "the way Zuko's been acting" isn't really obvious to me-- he's a little snide after their fight and that's mean. And even here, Zuko is (I think fairly earnestly) trying to give her an outlet and she's not moved by it. It's not until he confesses he's angry at himself that she seems to forgive him, and it's unclear exactly what has moved her about this --

Zuko [Close-up.] Because I'm confused. Because I'm not sure I know the difference between right and wrong anymore. Azula You're pathetic. Mai [View from behind Zuko.] I know one thing I care about. [Walks up to Zuko. Frontal view.] I care about you. [They kiss.]

Press X to doubt because the whole episode has not shown once that Mai cares about Zuko. In fact, it's shown her rebuffing all his attempts to connect with her and the arguing with him. The episode hasn't shown me one piece of evidence that Mai even likes Zuko. There's nothing that's changed between the start of the episode and now, except that Zuko's addressed why he's angry and who he's angry with-- but it doesn't explain why that would make Mai not mad at him anymore. They haven't addressed any of their earlier grievances, but once again the writers use a kiss to show us everything's all made up and fine now, I guess. A kiss isn't a resolution, but I mentioned in another post, Book 3 does this a lot!

Also it's weird to me to just ignore Zuko expressing his conflict-- Mai has no opinion about that? This becomes a point of conflict a bit later in The Boiling Rock episodes, where Mai tells Zuko he is betraying his country, but again it's never really satisfactorily addressed. Azula at least calls him pathetic -- which isn't nice but isn't ignoring it either.

I would even go as far to say Ty Lee is shown to care more about Zuko when she calls him out for burning the family portrait and it's Ty Lee who says "I know you." That line just really hits me as very meaningful, but they opted not to give it to Zuko's girlfriend, not even to his sister, but to Ty Lee.

SO that is all to say-- if this is supposed to be a Maiko episode, it doesn't land. All it does is lay seeds for their dysfunction and conflict, then refuses to resolve it.

#anti maiko #anti-maiko #atla #i also think mai's backstory is a bit of a retcon but whatever

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ominouspuff · 3 months ago

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what would be on your art creation wish list? something you haven’t drawn yet for whatever reason?

Ohoho, ROOK. This is a difficult question, but I love it.

I have a few private answers, but one I can share is an animation dream. I admire Hayao Miyazaki as an artist, and respect his philosophy. I am very serious about wanting to create traditional frame-by-frame films someday, especially ones that likely would fall under the same ��genre’ of stories.

At the moment, this is beyond me. I’m practicing frame-by-frame animation, but it will be a long process. Here’s a piece for reference:

I have many animation dreams, some more serious and dear to me than others.

For my current Star Wars interest (and just for kicks and practice) I’d love to put together a short end-credits style piece about my RepGA AU, like a wholesome epilogue, or a happier-ending AU to my AU that may not feature all these happy endings precisely.

A few scenes that would feature:

- Plo Koon stepping out of a train-transport onto what is clearly a foreign planet’s platform, with much alien tropical vegetation, wearing a sun hat and followed by first one, then two, then the entirety of his battalion all decked out for a vacation and parading like ducklings (Wolffe is wearing colorful shorts alongside the equivalent of an incredibly thick, tough mountain shacket and combat boots).

- Ahsoka waving out of a train transport, grinning happily as it comes into the station, and the camera panning to see Anakin and Padme very worn, leaning on eachother with signs of recent hospital stay, and Rex right next to them grinning like a fool and holding both twins in his arms (Anakin has a hand pointedly resting on Luke’s head around Rex’s back, so that he essentially is a hen clutching the entire party to his person, visually).

- Fox and Cody in whatever counts as intensive care with healers in the vicinity. They are bickering about the weird hospital food that transcends all AUs and dimensions.

- Obi-Wan digging through rubble to help with cleaning up the wreckage of a sub-city in Coruscant, pausing to catch his breath while Alpha-17 both makes fun of him and walks over leisurely with a water bottle for him. Nearby, a team effort comprised of engineering tools used in a way not quite intended by the designers and Fordo’s raw strength launches an enthusiastic Wolffe up into a second-floor they were having trouble accessing, through a hole in the wall.

There are more, but they would give spoilers.

#OmPu Ask Hours #I love this question #WIP animation idea #RepGA AU #An AU of that AU #Thanks for asking friend

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memeapple2 · 11 days ago

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Ordinary sausage starters

"The best way to start is with a dirty pan."

-calmly takes a peice of cake- "I'm actually saving this peice for later." "YEAAAAAA!" -fuckin aggressively puts both hands into cake, without any fear of god-

"Hey everybody it's Mr. Potato sausage!"

"Shouldn't it be Mr. Sausage head?"

"Mr. potato sausage. 🎵 BADADADA TEQUILA!!!🎵"

"Oh you British bastards."

"This is your sausage. You can do what you want with it, but sometimes you don't need to dress them up. All you just gotta do is suck them up!" -Horrible vienna sausage sucking sounds-

"It doesn't smell yet! It doesn't smell yet."

"They love me. They just don't wanna say it on camera."

"It doesn't smell expired. But it does taste expired however!"

"Now the first thing you need for sangria is fruit that's about to go bad! Everybody loves sangria. Especially if you're a woman in her forties!"

"I was up all night thinking about this. Can you shoot mashed potatoes out of a super soaker!?"

"Listen buddy I'm not looking for any trouble." -Shoots at you with a horrible super soaker filled with fucking mashed potatoes-

"HERE WE GO! NOW WE GOT A MEAT SPIN!!"

"It might not all be bad news. Ah, it's all bad news."

"Sausage skull! Sausage skull! Sausage skull!"

"IT TASTES LIKE A NORMAL HARD BOILED EGG!"

"I better think of something good or else I'm back to boiling things in pickel juice."

"HERE IT IS! IT LOOKS STUPID!"

"It's not bad. But it also tastes like a rolled up tortilla."

"But what does the hot diet coke pasta water taste like? That's what I think everyone wants to know."

"Ahhh, the finer things! It may look like you have blood in your urine, but it tastes like hot chocolate!"

"There was probably a better way to do this besides hitting it with a wrench."

"OH MY GOOOOOOOD!!!"

"Are you naked under that sausage costume? Yes!"

"Of course I'm not a scientist. I'm a sausagetist."

"🎵 Feeeed me hash browns! Feeeed me all night loooooong.~🎵"

"I DID CHANGE THE BOX AND WE'RE ALL BETTER FOR IT! ARE YA HAPPY!?"

" 'Waaaaa they cracked the noodles so they're more easy and convenient to cook with. Waaaaaa!' That what YOU SOUND LIKE!"

"Ya know if you like black licorice there's something wrong with you!"

" 'It's the wrong kinda baked beans innit!?' AS IF THAT WAS THE THING THAT WAS HOLDING BACK!!"

"But you forgot the salt and pepper. No I didn't! This sausage is authentically bland! It's called a crisp innit!?"

"One cup of rice, two cups of water with half of it going on the side, AND A HALF A BAG OF SKITTLES!"

"This rice tastes like skittles."

"I'm no longer on board with this spaghetti."

"That looks like it won't kill me."

"Safe to eat raw? Me too, cookie dough!"

"And I told her, ONE MORE PEEP OUTTA YOU AND YOU'RE GOING BACK IN THE HOME!"

"Who do you think is right? Me the guy who's been making sausages for years. Or my mom, the person who calls tiktok clockclock!"

"That's the sausage water.."

"That's what I call an issue I'll have to deal with later!"

"Checking in on the stain. Looks like it's soaking in the table cloth pretty good!"

🎵"A total egg-llipse of the heaaart.~"🎵

"THE WHOLE THINGS UPSETTING I'M GONNA LIE DOW!!!"

#rp meme #roleplay meme #crack rp meme #rp memes #ordinary sausage #inbox memes #inbox meme #roleplay prompts #rp sentences #rp prompt #rp starter

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sunnyie-eve · 8 months ago

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9 | Redecorating

Series: Odds Together

Paring: Ryan Dunn x OFC Margera!

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: None

| MASTERLIST |

"We picked the perfect house!" Bam comes back after looking for a new house.

"I just want to say this... You break or lose any of my shit... I swear Bam. Mess with mom's and dad's shit I don't care but me." I stare him down.

"You heard her. Careful with her shit." Bam tells everyone as I go upstairs to pack things nicely.

"Need help?" Ryan walks into my room.

"To carry shit to my car, yes. I don't trust any of y'all with things important to me. Well, when I mean y'all I mean all of y'all together. You alone, I kinda trust more than you with them. If you get what I mean." I laugh at my rambling trying to explain myself.

"I get what you mean, Bels. I know your movies are one thing that's really important to you. Your snow globes you collect that not a lot of people know about. Certain rocks you find and like to keep." He laughs at me as I hand him a box.

"Then be careful taking this box to my car. It's got my globes and rocks." I pat his shoulder and he leaves as I grab my box of CDs following him out. He helps me put boxes and bags in my car till he was needed for other shit.

When Raab gets here with the truck I just watch them break everything. "Now you see why I put my stuff in my car." I tell the camera as it pans to me watching them.

"Hey, can you give me the address so I can get a head-start?" I walk over to Bam so he tells me.

"I'm only telling you so you can have first pick of a room. I'll be a nice brother about that so you don't get stuck with the worst room." He says making me hug him.

"I love you." I run over to my car.

"Key!" Bam yells tossing me the key and I catch it.

When I get to the new house I really liked it from the outside and liked it more inside. I look around before deciding the room I wanted. Out of 8 rooms 3 had their own bathrooms, so I of course took one with my own bathroom. Plus it was a good size for me and my stuff with a nice size walk in closet.

As the rest show up I hear the guys running so I stand at my open door say so they know I called this on.

"Yours is nice." Ryan whines before going to check out other rooms before picking the room next to mine. "Sup neighbor." He smiles at his door way.

"Hello." I laugh at him.

While everyone was taking on the second level, I hear mom say Jess's name making me run out of my room.

"Jess!" I shout running down the stairs almost but catch myself on Bam.

"There's the baby!" He wraps his arms around me as I hug him.

"It's good to see you but I have to fix my room." I say making my way outside.

As I was carrying a box in all the guys walk out. "Hey, help Ape and Phil's move in and paint stuff. We're going to Amsterdam." Bam tells me.

"What?" I stop walking.

"Have fun." He pats my back.

"You know he's a terrible son so you make up being the Platinum daughter." Ryan gives me a smile.

"I'm not going to do anything because he's going to end up redoing everything mom does. I'm not wasting my time." I tell him.

"You know your brother better than Ape knows her son." He laughs.

"Just go catch y'all's stupid plane." I walk past him going in.

"Annabelle, come help your mother and me!" My dad yells for me.

"I'm gonna pass this once because he's going to redo everything when he gets back. Come on, you've got to know that. He said it was his place so he's going to make it gothic." I lean out and down.

"Just help us!" My mom calls out.

"I'm busy fixing my room!" I go back into my room.

"Thank you for taking me to get a new bed. You're the only person I know who could help me." I tell Glomb as he drives.

"It's not trouble for me. I wasn't doing anything that's why I said yes to you. I was thinking we get more than just a bed. Get some other furniture as well. So it can fit whatever theme you paint your room."

"Sounds great." I smile.

After all the shopping and going back fixing up my room we made it look great. "I think this is the most girly thing I've ever done. Buying, putting together, and moving things around." He crosses his arms looking at the finished look.

"Well I'm a girl, and you were doing something for me... a girl." I laugh at him. "Thank you, again." I give him a side hug.

"No problem. See you whenever Bam calls me back over." He laughs leaving.

"Hey guys." I hear mom so I come out of no my room and look down at them.

Bam of course complains then starts reck everything making the rest join as I laugh at mom losing it. "Guess who's gonna go out the window next?" She says walking towards Ryan.

"Don't throw him out. He one of the few people I call a friend." I shout out as she kicks his butt.

"New house, new rules. We're burning it all!" Bam shouts.

"Just leave my finished room alone." I laugh making him run up to me.

"Finished?" He walks into my room and eyes the room. "I approve the shade of purple. Black carpet is good. I can get over the white parts. How did you do all this alone?" He faces me.

"I called Glomb to take me shopping for a new bed and he suggested to get other furniture for the room too."

"It's very you." Ryan walks into my room. "I expected a lighter purple though." He laughs.

"I hate light color walls especially with bright light. Dark makes me feel more comfortable." I explain.

"Dunn, look. It's the three of us." Bam looks at my picture on my bedside table.

"We mean that much to you?" Dunn wraps his arms around me.

"Don't get too cocky. Let's go burn the shit you threw out." I head out first with them following me.

I hear racket over in Dunn's room waking me up. I start to hear him shout for help so I get up.

When I open the door as far as it would go I see his bed flipped upside down. "You fuckers get me out of here." He tells me.

"Why I gotta be a fucker?" I yawn.

"Anna, help me out. I can't get out because of the saran wrap around me." I watch the bed move.

"Let me go get my scissors. I'll be right back." I grab them off my desk then go back to his room going around the bed bending down to look at him underneath it. "You look comfy to me." I joke with him.

"Just get me out please." He huffs so I work at the wrap then help him crawl out. "Thank you." He stands up.

"No problem. Let's flip your bed back." I get on the other side to help. Once it was up right the camera guy leaves us.

"You're lucky they can't flip your bed." He says pushing the bed against the wall as I pick up the pillows.

"I'd murder them in cold blood." I put the pillows back on the bed as he pulled the wrapping off rolling it up into a ball.

"I don't wanna have to go visit you in prison." He laughs as I sit down on his bed. "Did them messing with me wake you up?"

"Yeah. I heard you yelling so I came to see what happened." I lay back.

"That's what good friends do." He falls onto of me making me roll him off me.

"Bam is a good friend. He lets you stay here for free. Now I'm gonna go get dressed for the day and do whatever." I get off his bed leaving the room.

"What happened to you?" I ask seeing mom covered in mud as she comes back into the house from going to Bam and Ryan outside.

"Yeah, what the heck?" Raab asks.

"These two assees..." We all laugh at her for calling them that as she explains what happened.

The plan was to finish up the pirate bar and other rooms for Slayer to stay of since they were coming tomorrow.

"Anna-," I cut Ryan off with yelling.

"No passing that doorway when you are covered in mud!" I rush over placing a hand on his chest walking him backwards shutting my door behind me.

"Sorry." He puts his hands up as I keep making him walk downstairs far from the room.

"Can you make one room black?" Ryan asks my mom.

"No." She tells him.

"Slayer would like black." I tell her.

"No! Who wants to live in purgatory?" She gets louder and Ryan raises his hand making me laugh.

"Slayer!" Bam shouts.

All the guys do all the hard stuff while I just help Mom paint. "Have you got yourself a date to the party?" She asks as our backs face each other.

"Really?" I laugh at her getting more green paint. "Me have a date? I don't even know guys outside of Bam's friends. Everyone my age in West Chester knows the fake rumors. No one wants to go in a date with me."

"How's painting?" Bam joins us having a conversation with mom.

"I like heavy metal." She tells him.

"Well this is heavy metal." He tries to get her to understand.

"I love heavy metal." She says making me giggle as he tries to explain how heavy it is.

"Heavier than Metallica?" She asks so we say yes. "Def Leopard. My favorite." She tells the camera as I leave the room to go to the bathroom.

After my pee, I go down to check out how the guys are doing at Pirate Bar. "How is it coming along?" I ask walking up to Ryan's side.

"I have a boner." He smiles showing me the bone he was messing with.

"You have such a mature sense of humor." I shake my head at him.

"What we're you and mom talking about before I came in?" Bam joins us.

"She was asking if I have a date to the party. To which I laughed at because the only guys I talk to are in this house. Now I'm gonna be loser if y'all can somehow get Don Vito a date when I can't." I say going back to help mom.

Bam, Ryan, Dico, and Rake went out to go help Vito on his date and Raab asked me to help him paint things gold.

"Are you painting a bottle of Windex?" I laugh joining him.

"We don't have anything else good so I'll paint whatever gold." He laughs as I find something worth painting gold.

"What did you mean earlier saying you can't get a date for the party?"

"As I said the only guys I talk to are you guys. Everyone else in this town believes or is cautious about the lies." I explain to him.

"You know you always say only one person was on your side from the start but you had two. I was too."

"You never said you were." I stop painting.

"I thought you would know a friend believed you. Plus I knew how you felt talking about it. I didn't want to make you. I may be dumb but not all the time."

"Well thank you for always believing me." I give him a smile.

"I'll be your date for the party." He says making me raise an eyebrow at him. "So you can say you at least have a date and that you're not alone. You don't have to say yes."

"Sure." I nod my head

"What?" He asks.

"Yes, you can be my date and the other way around." I say making him get a big smile.

In four hours Slayer arrives and we were finished the little touches to the Pirate bar. Bam gets on Raab for painting random things gold. So I had to stand up for him saying we didn't have much, but I tried my best to find other things to paint gold too.

"I painted a rock gold so I did okay, right?" I pout at them.

"Yes, it's better than shaving cream." Ryan squirts it out then we celebrate for finishing up.

When Slayer does arrive we show them around the house. "You aren't looking forward to the party are you?" Ryan sits with me.

"I gotta make sure to keep random people out of my room. If you get what I mean." I give him a look.

The party wasn't that bad when I did hang out with everyone, Raab would stay by my side the entire time. Whenever someone, who I didn't know, would try to get me a drink, Raab would say he was my date.

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aritamargarita · 2 years ago

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ATTITUDE || 019

HELLO MY ATTITUDIANS (i thought that name was funny).

shout out to chapter 19. gotta be one of my favorite chapters,,it’s crazy how we made it to 19 already. this also has to be one of my favorite covers so far, the girlies look so nice here. please put your seatbelts on because this chapter is JUICY you thought last chapter was crazy? oh man. this chapter will also be split btw

now i can make this joke: 19 dollar fortnite card. who wants it? and yes. im giving it away.

VENGEANCE IS HERE. This is a very big night for you. It’s something you’ve been waiting for. Just to get your hands on Torrie and finish what she started.

The camera pans up on Doctor Smiley, who’s going through some of his notes.

“I know this night is very important to you. I’m glad you came. Debra gave me a call, she’s concerned you’ve been…..on a downward spiral.”

Once the camera switches towards you, the crowd cheers.

You’re not sure what he means. You’ve never felt better. “Well, I feel fine. There’s nothing wrong, from what I know of.”

Doctor Smiley simply nods, then writes something down. It’s silent for a moment, but he looks up towards you. “Plaid?”

“What about it?”

“New, isn’t it?” He questions. “If my memory serves correctly, that seems a little off from your normal attire.” It’s not much, but the jacket you’re wearing is telling him a lot. “Well, to be more modern, it’s just not your style.”

It makes a small smile grow on your face, the thought of Raven clouding your mind. You cross your legs. “A little recommendation from a friend, that’s all. Don’t you think I look nice?”

You’re reticent. He should’ve known. He also pencils this down, not answering your other question. “Right. I’m sure. Speaking of friends…how do you feel about Torrie Wilson? It’s to my understanding you two aren’t seeing eye to eye.”

What a wonderful question.

“When I think about Torrie, all I have are negative feelings.” You say. “I feeel…like I want to give her comeuppance.”

“…Would you say you want vengeance?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

BACKSTAGE // 6:56 PM

Earlier that night, you and Torrie were going back and forth in the training center, rehearsing the match for the night. You two had a decent amount of spots, not too over the top. All you two wanted to do was to showcase your strength and hers.

Outside of a kayfabe standpoint, having a match with her made you thrilled. It reminded you of the ones you had in WCW from time to time.

It’s shaping up to be a good night. Even the other matches had you excited.

SCOTTY 2 HOTTY & ALBERT VS. CHRISTIAN AND TEST

EDGE VS. WILLIAM REGAL (INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP)

[NAME] VS. TORRIE WILSON

JEFF HARDY VS. MATT HARDY

DUDLEY BOYZ VS. KANE AND BIG SHOW (TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS)

THE UNDERTAKER VS. ROB VAN DAM (HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP)

TRISH STRATUS VS. JACQUELINE (WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP)

CHRIS JERICHO VS. THE ROCK VS. STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN VS. KURT ANGLE

You plan to interfere with Matt and Jeff’s match after your own. Whether it be attacking Lita or purposely messing both men up, you’re there to cause trouble.

Truth be told, you’re going to try and fuck with everyone tonight and if anyone tries to fuck with your match, they’ve got a world full of pain coming back, tenfold.

But your match…..you’d finally show the WWF universe how happy you were. How happy that Raven finally took you under his wing, he made you his and you felt like you were apart of him.

You’ll tell the world as much as soon as you get into that ring.

Before that, Lita needed to be dealt with. You need to show her who she’s dealing with.

You want to get inside her head and most importantly, you want to worm your way inside the mind of Matt and Jeff. Those Hardy Boyz. Everyone loves them. You’d hear everyone scream for them as loud as they could whenever they’d show up.

Everyone loves Team Extreme!

You don’t.

You hate Team Extreme.

It’s clear to you that you have one brother wrapped around your finger already. The other wasn’t too easy to sway.

So before you know it, you find yourself rummaging through her suitcase like a madman. Cargo pants, crop tops…something that’ll make you look like Lita. Would fishnets top it all off?

For a moment, you considered buying a red wig so you could even mock her flaming hair. Is there enough time?

…Yes, yes there is. There’s always enough time. You’ll find a way to make it work after your match.

While you originally considered coming out to Edge’s match, you knew that wound was still fresh and you were still thinking of plans for him. It wouldn’t be fun if you did interference every match, honestly. You wanted to mix things up.

Actually, wait. It would make it even more interesting if it was fresh, wouldn’t it? Bah, you’ll think it over on the ride to the nearest costume or beauty store.

Either way, you needed to go and go quick, especially if you want your little scheme to work.

Wait! Maybe you’ll go out first. That way, no one would expect you coming out dressed as Lita later.

Yeah, that’s exactly what you’ll do! You already had something nice on, so why not just show up in all your glory? You may even help Edge win.

You just hope he’d be grateful, else, you’d have to teach him a few new things. You figure it’s good enough to make a guest appearance with the clothes you have on.

“Oooh, hey, [Name]!” Stacy’s voice comes from the door. She stands there for a moment before walking over to you with a smile. She looks nice tonight. “I’m glad you’re here. I just wanted to wish you luck tonight.”

You still feel pretty suspicious, but she’s not going out of her way to attack you or anything.

“You know, I’ve been looking for you!” She says, taking a seat on the small bench. She then focuses on zipping up one of her shoes. “Me and you have no problems! I just want you to rip her head off, okay?”

It’s nice of her to come and give you some sort of pep talk, despite how violent it sounded.

“Right. Yeah, I’ll do that.” You say, rubbing your temples.

“By the way, you look really tired, [Name]. Are you okay?” She asks. “Well, actually, how have you been? I haven’t been able to catch you backstage.”

It’s true, she hasn’t. Quite frankly you didn’t trust her at first, but she made her status clear the last time you saw her.

“I’ve been okay. I feel like myself.” It was a little true. Stacy probably doesn’t know about the Raven and Jeff situation, so you’re happy Lita kept her mouth shut, even if she didn’t know the whole thing in its entirety.

You take that back. You’re pretty sure Jeff told her…

“Alright…” Stacy gives you a smile and thankfully doesn’t press further. “When’s the next time we’re going shopping?”

“I dunno,” You shrug. “The next time I can actually see the Dutchess backstage?”

“Oh, you!” She bats her hand at you, then stands up from her spot. “I think we’re both really busy. I’m sure we’ll get around to it. There are so many things I see that remind me of you, I’m itching to dress you up!”

Of course. Her and Torrie always had a habit of putting you through rings of hell, dressing you up in what they think would fit you….

Stacy gives you a wink and you roll your eyes. She lightly hits your shoulder. “Don’t be like that. Hey, I’ll talk to you later, okay? I’m sure Bubba and D’von are looking for me. I just wanted to stop by.”

“I don’t mean to hold you back. I’ll see you later then.”

“You’re fine!” She reassured. With that bright smile of hers, she’s just about to leave the room before you call out to her.

“Wait! Do you happen to have a spare robe..?”

BACKSTAGE // 7:04 PM

This may have been the worst decision in your life, and shit, you’ve made some pretty bad decisions before.

Stacy was more than happy to loan you one of her robes. You were too afraid to question why she carried it around in her suitcase. You guess she’s ready for anything, even an impromptu swimsuit contest or something.

She didn’t know what you were up to and you’d rather keep it that way.

Your next mission is to find Chris Jericho. You had already changed into your ‘gift’ and put on a robe right over it. You’re a little ashamed to be doing this, especially with the cameras now on you, but Hunter asked for you to get it done.

You’re sure it’ll be worth it in the long run. Everything will be okay, even if you feel like you’re going to scream. Thanks to the advice from some producers, you find Jericho refilling a cup of water.

Alright, time to get your game face on.

You take a deep breath and strut on over to him. “Hey there.” You hope you don’t sound too forced, you really hate talking to him.

“Ugh, it’s you again.” He doesn’t seem happy to see you. “The hell do you want this time?” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was about to toss that cup of water on you.

“Don’t worry. I’m not here to fight or anything..” This time, you force a smile. “I actually just wanted to talk to you alone.”

“What’s there to talk about? If you think I’m dropping out of the title match, you can kick rocks.”

You try not to let his words get to you. It takes everything in your power not to reply with a snarky remark.

“Well, for starters, I don’t want to fight with you anymore. I want to make amends.” He doesn’t seem swayed, so you do your best to turn up the charm. “You know….I’ve always really, really liked you. I just didn’t know what to say.”

He raises an eyebrow, but the smirk growing on his lips tell you that you’ve got him fooled. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “Why should we fight anymore? Tonight, if you show up to my hotel room, I’ll make up for what was lost.” Almost on cue, you show him what you’re wearing under the robe and close it quickly.

God, you’re cringing so bad inside. One day you’ll look back on this segment and cry.

You give him one last smile and walk away down the hall.

The plan is in action. You’re sure Hunter will be happy you’ve done your due diligence. You’ve gotta throw some of your clothes back on now to make it for Edge’s match!

You’re so sure that he’s waiting on you. You just know him so well.

VENGEANCE // 7:15 PM

And you seem to be just in time. With the match just in its beginning, you nearly tripped on some cords as you made your way toward gorilla position.

They need to clean it up. What if you tripped and busted your head open? You wish you could submit a complaint somewhere. But then again, Mr. McMahon would probably pop a blood vessel trying to figure out who the hell did it.

The moment you step out onto stage, the crowd starts to cheer. This stage was huge. For a moment you stand up at the top, just watching the two lock up.

‘What’s [Name] doing out here?!’ JR asks.

‘Hey! Tell her to come over here!’ Jerry tries to get your attention to no avail.

JR can only shake his head. ‘I don’t think she wants to even be within 4 feet of you, King.’

The both of them really were going at it in this lockup, with Edge getting the best of Regal by shoving him into the corner. You want a closer look, so you come down the ramp.

It is only when the referee forces him off of Regal, was when you were noticed. He runs a hand through his hair, moving most of it from his face. He must’ve thought he was dreaming.

You open your arms. This was no dream. This was reality! He comes over to the ropes, staring down at you quizzically.

“I know you missed me!” You exclaim.

Edge is just about to respond but Regal comes over and smashes his forearm into his back. That was definitely your fault, but you shrug it off.

Regal was starting to take over, grabbing Edge by the hair and lifting him up. Yet again, they lock up, an aggressive show of strength from the both of them.

While they’re doing that, you skip on over to the side of the apron towards the announcer tables.

You can see Edge’s Intercontinental Championship sitting nearby, so you go ahead and grab it.

It’s a really pretty title. As are most of the WWF titles. Once you pick it up, you run your fingers along a continent, and the crowd looks at you curiously.

It’s not like you were gunning for it yet..though you wouldn’t mind if they put you in the running. Everyone seemed to like what you’re doing though.

‘You said she wouldn’t come within 4 feet of me, JR,’ King starts to say. ‘But I think you’re just jealous!’

‘She’s a nice young lady, I’ll give her that, but she’s got some sense.’ He responds.

‘If she’s got some sense, why’s she got her hands on the Intercontinental title?! Doesn’t she know it’s nearly impossible for a women to even hold it?’

‘I think you’re forgetting about someone…’

You’re too busy admiring the title to even pay attention to them and the match. Running a finger over one of the continents, it makes you notice how beautiful it was.

Then again, it seems to be a common theme with WWF titles. Whoever created the design needs some sort of raise. But not if it’s Mr. McMahon, of course.

You’re so focused on the title that you don’t even notice a baffled Edge making his way towards you.

“The hell are you doing?” He asks, lightly shaking your shoulder.

“I came to see you!” You say, a smile on your face. “Didn’t you miss me?!”

“..What?!“ You weren’t sure if he couldn’t hear you or couldn’t believe what you said. You figure it’s the former when he continues talking. “I don’t want you out here! Put the title down and go backsta—!”

Taking advantage of the situation, Regal had slid out of the ring and came over to shove Edge right into you. The both of you fall over, with Edge landing right on top of you.

It didn’t help you held the title in your hands. That fall completely knocked the wind out of you.

“That’s no way to treat a lady, now is it, you pillock?!” Regal taunts, grabbing Edge off of you and throwing him into the announcer table.

You groan in pain as you try making your way onto your knees. Now you’re angry! You finally get up to your feet and dust yourself off. You gently set the title belt onto the apron, before running over and jumping onto Regal’s back.

You can see the flashes of many cameras, but you’re too busy trying to claw his eyes out. You try to pry his hands away from his face, but he’s just not budging. You resort to try and choking him out to no avail.

‘[Name]’s jumping on the back of William Regal! What’s she doing?!’

‘Is she insane?! What’s wrong with her?!’

Edge watches this in awe. What the hell was wrong with you? He wants to pull you off and knock (figuratively, of course) some sense into you, but it seems like you’re helping him out in the long run.

You jump off of Regal’s back and allow Edge to come forward with a clothesline. That’ll teach him! They’ll probably be fighting on the outside for quite a bit.

Man, Edge knocking into you really hurt. You may have made it worse for yourself by jumping on Regal. You’re a bit sore and out of breath, leaning on the apron for leverage. It takes you a minute to recover, but when you do, you notice that Regal sends Edge flying into the ring post that’s behind you.

You quickly get the hell out of the way. That could’ve been worse…

“Watch where you’re going!!” You yell, trying to back away from the scene. And for good measure, you stick your tongue out at Regal.

Of course, he doesn’t notice, fiddling nearby the ring’s fabric skirt and shoving something into his trunks. What did he just get out of there?!

You don’t exactly want to stick your hand down there and find out…

That collision definitely left Edge out cold. Regal grabs him by the hair and throws him into the ring, a little too close by the ropes.

Once he tries to pin him, you grab his leg and set it on the rope. Thankfully, the referee didn’t see you put it there. Just in the nick of time too…

Regal gets off, glaring at you. You just smile in response. He could’ve won there..but no! You didn’t let that happen!

He tries to powerbomb Edge this time, just a little bit further from the ropes so there’s no accident like that again, and then pins him. Fortunately, Edge kicks out at two. This is really bad..

You’re not even sure if Edge can get up. The referee comes over and tries to check on him, so Regal turns away and fishes into his trunks for what he took earlier.

You can see it as clear as day! Those were brass knuckles. If he hits Edge with that, it’s night night for him! You don’t want that to happen, so you jump up onto the ring apron to catch Regal’s attention. You need to do it long enough so Edge can recover.

“Hey!” You yell. He’s a little bit of ways from you, so it’s hard to grab him…

He turns over to you curiously, then tries to ‘shoo’ you away. But then he just stops. Regal turns to look at you and crosses his arms. “Actually, I’m glad you’re up here, young lady, I’ve got a bone to pick with you!”

Now you’ve got him! You’re interested, too. What ever could it be?!

You don’t even get to ask ‘what is it?’ before he continues to speak. “You have quite the attitude problem! You don’t jump on a gentleman’s back! There are other ways to resolve your anger!”

It makes you remember that he too, was involved in Doctor Smiley’s session. Maybe you should heed his advice….?

Yeah, right! “The only way to resolve my anger is violence!” You say, jumping off of the apron. Regal waves his hand at you and turns around to be met with…A SPEAR!

Edge finally is able to get Regal down long enough to secure the win. The crowd cheers wildly as you grab his title and hold it up to him.

He takes it and you're outta there almost immediately, circling around the ring and heading up the stage ramp.

And yet again, Edge can only look at you in awe. You’re crazy, you have to be. But he can’t help but to admire you for coming to his aid.

While you blow a kiss from the ramp, he makes the motion to catch it. He’s a little starstruck.

Perhaps you haven’t burnt all your bridges after all.

VENGEANCE // 7:34 PM

You don't even have time to feel tired tonight. With your match being right before Jeff & Matt's, you feel like you're going to be on your feet all night. Perhaps you'll get a break before the Undisputed Championship match..

You’ve already changed into your ring gear, so now you’re waiting for Raven. Normally, you’d feel calm when it comes to matches, but with him being there, it just made you all the more antsy.

“You’re shaking.”

Your head immediately turns to Raven, who had walked up to you with his hands in his pockets. It took everything in you not to run and jump on him. “I’m just a little nervous.” You reply, crossing your arms.

He doesn’t say anything at first. “You’ll be fine, babe. Don’t worry about it.” The smirk that starts to play on his face tells half a story.

You’re almost thrown for a loop when he uses a pet name. You’re sure he was just testing it out, but it feels like you have butterflies in your stomach.

“By the way, I’ve been thinking.” He continues. “You and I were in WCW, yet you’ve never spared me a glance. Why?”

You think about it for a minute. Creative in WCW never really let you stray too far from what you’re doing, despite it being a little messy. “I don’t know. The writers over there didn’t even know what they’re doing. Look at the bright side though, I’m here with you now!”

You outstretch your arms. He stares at you for a moment. You almost think he won’t hug you, yet he comes over and wraps his arms around you.

“…I want you to prove your loyalty to me.” He says.

You tilt your head. “How?” Anything he asked, you’re willing to do.

Raven detaches from you and sets his hands in your shoulders. “There’s certain people you must get rid of. They pose a threat to not only myself, but our….” He trails off. You get what he means.

You don’t want anyone to get in the way of your relationship with Raven. Not now, not ever.

“The first person is Jeff Hardy. Once a contender for the Hardcore title…..turned nuisance to the WWF. Even worse, a nuisance for us, [Name].”

You just nod your head with a smile. Whatever he says, goes. Was Jeff really the problem?

Before he can continue on, someone from production comes over to you two. “You’re on, [Name]. Get out there.” Now you can hear your muffled music echoing over the arena.

Both of you were a little startled, but put your game faces on and head through that curtain. The adrenaline is running through your veins all over again once you’re met with the crowd.

The bell rings three times and Lillian is in the ring, ready to announce. “Ladies and Gentleman, this is a match set for one fall. Making her way to the ring, accompanied by Raven, [Name]!!”

You two walk out to stand on stage. Before you continue to walk down the ramp, Raven holds out his hand. You look at him in bewilderment, but it turns into a smile as you entwine your fingers with his. You’re thrilled he even let you hold it.

‘That Jezebel’s holding Raven’s hand!’ JR exclaims. ‘She seems to be just about anywhere lately. What’s going on in that head of hers?!’

‘I told ya JR, that mental hospital will be opening as soon as we kind find those scattered loose screws of hers!’ King says. ‘And let’s put Raven in there too! Ha!’

The both of you make it to the ring. You opt to take the steps as Raven climbs onto the apron and opens the ropes for you.

You feel elated. It’s a small gesture, but it means a lot to you nonetheless. Once you get in, you walk over and motion for a mic to speak.

Raven shuffles over to sit in the corner in the meanwhile.

“…All I have to say is one thing. The day I’ve walked into the WWF, everyone wanted to know about me..but I feel like everyone liked the thought of me.” You pause for a minute, trying to gather your words. “No one saw through me like Raven did. I can feel his pain and he can feel mine.”

You throw your mic to the side (giving it a tiny kick so it can reach the edge). Torrie’s music starts to play and you walk over to Raven’s corner to sit right in between his legs.

He’s actually pretty warm. It’s also a pretty comfortable spot. You turn your head over to the front as Torrie begins to make her way to the ring.

“Making her way to the ring from, Torrie Wilson!”

You have to admit, what she’s wearing is kind of cute. The color pink really suits her. Of course, you’d never say that out loud. You’re just ready to wrestle her.

Raven nudges you slightly, and with a whispered “good luck”, he moves away and gets out of the ring to spectate.

You stand up from your spot. Things are finally starting to heat up. The crowd is a little bit anxious.

On one hand, they hope you don’t punish Torrie too much. Then on the other hand, they hope you can get your revenge. If they’re lucky enough, maybe they’ll get some clothing shed!

Not! You don’t want any wardrobe malfunctions or any ripping of clothes tonight. This is supposed to be a serious match.

The bell rung again and you two walk around in circles. You two weren’t friends right now. You were sworn enemies, nothing less, nothing more. Torrie put herself in this spot, so you were going to make sure she regret it.

It hurts you more than anything to have to fight an old friend, but in order to get your message through her thick skull, you didn’t have a choice.

You don’t want to disappoint Raven. In fact, you just wanted to impress him. Show him you could do this. That you live up to whatever hype there is.

When Torrie tackled you down almost effortlessly, that was when you knew your head needed to be in the game. There definitely was animosity behind her hits, but rest assured there will be animosity behind yours too.

…You’re gonna be honest. Torrie is as green as grass. She always has been. Nothing wrong with that, it just makes it a little harder to carry her through the match. She wasn’t alone though, Stacy (although you technically haven’t wrestled her directly) seemed pretty green too.

You can’t help but to laugh. One time, Lita referred to those two as ‘the blondies’, notoriously known for being quite new and not knowing what’s going on.

She trashed them so bad that night, then told you that you’re the only one that could really wrestle. It was sweet, but you felt kinda bad she wasn’t fond of Torrie and Stacy.

You roll over her and start hitting her back, getting your quick just desserts.

Getting off, you stare at her as she sets her hand on the ropes in an effort to recover. Torrie takes a good look at you, her eyes narrowing once she sees you laughing.

Before she could fully get up, you come over to grab a fistful of blonde hair before slamming her right back to the mat. You’re not quite done with her yet. This is only the first stage of pain you’ll put her through tonight!

You saw a wrestler do this move a very long time ago, but you can’t remember their name for some reason. You put one foot on each side of her head and step on her hair, then lift her arms up.

The referee starts to yell at you to “let go” and to “watch the hair”.

You eventually let up, Torrie writhing around on the mat in pain. You come over and lift her face up. “C’mon, Torrie!“ You scream, slapping her for good measure. “That all you got?! Get up!”

You decide to force her to stand up, grabbing her and lifting her from the ground. She’s able to shove her forearm into your stomach, causing you to keel over.

Torrie really did get up. She grabs your hair and slams you down to the mat. It’s her turn to be in charge and she’s going to try and lay down the law.

She squishes your face closer to the canvas and uses your hair to roughly scrub it across. “You’re horrible!” She screamed. “Do you see what I have to do to you!? This is your fault!”

Torrie finally lets go of you so you can breathe for a second. The referee is chewing her out for this move, so she starts to argue with him. You slowly recover off of the ground, and since you don’t think you have enough time to get up, you use your foot in order to kick her in the shin.

She crashes down immediately, holding onto her shin.

While she’s down, you turn your head towards the front, Raven’s watching intently. Once you start to fully stand up, you can see him duck down for some reason.

But it wasn’t his fault. He was completely blindsided by someone with multi-colored hair. This person knocks him to the ground and starts laying into him with punches.

Oh no. No, no, no…

This can’t be happening.

‘Jeff Hardy has just attacked Raven!’ JR exclaimed. ‘What is going on here?!’

You don’t even know what to do. You grip the ropes, just about to abandon the match, but before you know it, Torrie’s had taken advantage. She rolls you up and then….one, two, three. You kicked out far too late.

No fucking way.

Did that really just happen?! Torrie can’t believe that happened either. Before she starts to celebrate her victory, you immediately tackle her to the ground to try and choke her out.

The referee has to pull you off of her, but you couldn’t care less. You’ll handle her right after you try and break up the fight THAT WAS STILL HAPPENING AT THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING.

You slide out of the ring in and run over towards them, doing your best to pull off the assailant to no avail.

“STOP IT! Stop!” You scream. You’re doing your best to get in between them….to no avail. Raven’s able to get up off the floor and starts punching Jeff back. They’re squabbling and you’re panicking.

This isn’t supposed to happen. Why did Jeff do that?! He didn’t even give poor Raven a chance to fight! At least he’s getting his hits in now..

Some referees have to come from the back and attempt to pull the men away from each other.

The rowdy crowd is looking on, cheering at the sight. One of the referees have to tell you to back away so you don’t get hit, so you do.

Aaaand you’re bleeding.

Oops, you may be mistaken. You’re pretty sure one of them is bleeding, but you can’t tell who. With the referees crowding around them, it’s hard to discern who it was. All you can see is some blood smeared on your arm and hand.

You simply walk away and reach under the ring to yank out a kendo stick. Torrie’s still sputtering in the ring, and with most of the referee’s attention on settling the two men, you come back into the ring for a little bit extra.

You absolutely fucking hated how this finished! This was growing increasingly stressful, so you had to deploy the cure.

Violence!

For now, you toss the kendo stick to the side. You get down and pull Torrie’s arm right under your leg, getting into position for a Yes Lock. But it’s not any old submission.

You take the kendo stick and pull it under her neck. She flails under you, so you try and lighten the hold just a little bit so she wouldn’t be too hurt later. You try to be nice, sometimes.

There’s so much going on inside and outside of the ring, no one even knows where to focus.

One of the referee’s finally notice what you’re doing. “Hey! HEY!!!” He yells, coming back in. He forces you to release your hold on Torrie and she continues to cough, trying to gasp for more air.

….You definitely lied. You’re not excited for tonight at all.

You’re not in a good mood anymore.

Y’ALL KNOW I HAD TO FLIP THA SCRIPTT. we originally were gonna win but i said NAHHH. jeff just fucked everything up. this is important heehee.

i need a goddamn cigarette after this. hope you guys saw a slight golden reference, golden!reader does the hair mare /pull thing lol it’s like HER MOVE

regarding jeff and raven. THIS IS INTENSE. THIS IS REALLY INTENSE. ALL IM THINKIN ABT RIGHT NOW IS A 12 POUND BAG OF SEAFOOD BOIL. SPICY. who ready for the matt vs jeff & undisputed championship match thooo??????

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kidresearcherindigo · 2 months ago

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[Video ID - Indigo and Arven in the middle of the schoolyard on one side of the battle court.

"Is it rolling?" asked Indigo.

"Yeah, it's rolling." Penny's voice can be heard from behind the camera.

The camera panned over to Director Clavell, who was approaching the other side of field. "Hello Indigo, Arven! I hope I hadn't kept you waiting," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice.

"Nah, don't worry about it!" replied Indigo, "We just got here too!"

"I do have to say, I was quite surprised to hear you wanted to battle," said Clavell, "I know how you feel about-...." Upon noticing the camera, his excitement almost immediately dissipated. "Penny why are you recording?"

"Uh-...." The camera panned back over to Indigo and Arven, who both exchanged looks.

"To capture the moment!" said Arven, putting his hands on Indigo's shoulders, "We're proud of our little buddy too, you know!"

"Oh, I see!" When the camera panned back to Clavell, he could be seen beaming as he adjusted his suit jacket. "Wonderful! I do agree that this truly is a moment to commemorate."

The camera panned over to Arven and Indigo, where Indigo could be seen scratching the back of their neck somewhat awkwardly. "Thanks guys..." They said, before regaining their bearings. "Anyway, I was wondering if we could do a double battle actually, so Arven could battle with me? We have an extra special strategy in mind we want to try out!

"Why of course, it'll give me quite the challenge." Director Clavell pushed up his glasses like an anime character. "Penny, would you be our referee?"

"Uh... Yeah, I can try." The camera moved over to view the court from the middle line, panning first to Clavell, then to Arven and Indigo who looked pumped as ever. "Ready guys?"

"Yup," said Arven.

"Oh HECK yeah," said Indigo, "Ready as I'll ever be!"

"As am I," said Clavell.

"Okay, um-... START!"

The camera panned over to Clavell who took two premier balls off of his belt and brought forth a Quaquaval and Oranguru from them.

The camera panned back over to Arven and Indigo, who were standing back to back.

"Prepare for trouble," said Indigo.

"And make it double," added Arven.

"Because you're about to experience..." The both of them spoke in unison as they pointed to Clavell. "THE POWER OF ONE HUNDRED ROAMING GIMMIGHOULS!"

Roaming gimmighouls began to crawl out of the students' sleeves and pockets. The camera zoomed in and followed as they scurried across the court to the other side, causing Quaquavel to jump up onto the Oranguru's shoulders in startlement.

"What?! How did you-..." Before Clavell could finish his sentence, he realized the gimmighouls were closing in on him fast. "Oh no-..."

He took a step back, but it was already too late. The tiny Pokemon were all climbing up his legs and torso. "How did you-..." He started laughing as they made their way further up his body. He tried to brush some of them off, but unfortunately to no avail. "How did you two manage this?"

The camera quickly panned back to Indigo and Arven.

"Ohhhhh, you know..." Indigo shrugged. "Breadcrumbs."

"Yeah, they go nuts for 'em," said Arven, "Who knew, right?"

When the camera panned back over to Clavell, most of the gimmighouls had already made their way to his head, covering his hair and somehow taking the shape of a pompadour.

A chuckle from Penny could be heard from behind the camera. "Nice gimmighoul pompadour, sir."

"Aha-..." Clavell adjusted his 'hair' in a manner strikingly similar to a pompadour-wearing 'student'. "Why thank you. But I would appreciate my own style back."

A whistle could be heard from the other side of the court and the gimmighouls all scattered and climbed down the director's body, then back to Indigo and Arven, climbing up to perch on Arven and Indigo's shoulders.

"Alright I do owe you a real battle soon, Director," said Indigo, "Since you were so excited about it."

The camera panned over to the director again, who was giving a berry to his pokemon. "Oh it's quite alright; you aren't obligated to," he said, "While it may have not been a real battle, it most certainly did not disappoint!"

"Nah, I want to though," said Indigo, "How about this weekend? 1v1, you and me!"

"Well, if you insist," said Clavell, "How about the same time, this upcoming Saturday?"

The camera panned back over to Indigo and Arven. Arven gasped in excitement. "Can I come watch?" He asked, before turning to Indigo. "Please let me come watch!"

"Absolutely," said Indigo, "It'll be epic!"

Then they turned and pointed to the camera. "Sturday at 12pm! Be here, or be..... S- squeer...."

Penny could be heard wheezing before the video cut out.

VIDEO END]

#arc: The Business of Smiles #NarUva Life #Treasured Tomfoolery #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #rotomblr #Sandwich Bestie #Hacker Bestie

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cookiepotofchaos · 5 months ago

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Some long(ish) ramblings and thoughts about the England vs Ireland game and U19s England vs Lithuania games below the cut.

I'm glad the U19s games are becoming more available, it's interesting to watch and see up-and-coming players.

U19s England vs Lithuania, Final Score 10-0

Difficult to really assess a team's quality when even the commentators pointed out that Lithuania would never normally be facing a team like England at this stage of a competition. It must be a bit disheartening going into a game you are fairly certain you'll lose substantially in.

Lithuania really did struggle; there were moments of sparks, where the ball was driven forward with intent, but lack of follow-up or people to pass to just meant it always ended up back with England. Darija Mikuckytė had such a hard shift in goal - the 25 shots on target do not tell the full story of pressure she dealt with. Kudos to her for continuing to throw herself at the feet of players to prevent them getting shots off even as the scoreline increased.

But, as I said, it's tricky to tell how well a team plays when they are so totally in control of the game. Vivienne Lia looks a clever player out on the wing, she had a decent number of well-placed crosses in and got a goal of her own. Arsenal have got some quality youngsters coming through for the upcoming season; as well as Lia, I've seen decent things said about Michelle Agyemang and Katie Reid, with Agyemang getting a hat-trick in this game alongside City's Poppy Pritchard.

They face Serbia on Wednesday, so it'll be interesting to see how they fare in that match.

England Vs Ireland, Final Score 2-1

Pleasantly surprised to see Weigman use all 5 substitute slots available, with all but one well before the end. Good to see some players who haven't seen much, or any, international minutes get time.

I find it interesting how there's still a lot of "such and such is benched, they're washed/out of favour/not good enough/no longer first choice" in football discussions, rather than just that some people are better against certain opponents, play styles, tactics, or so on. Rotation is good and so is flexibility. The England squad could probably benefit from some more of it, though there will be the teething problems and inconsistencies that come with that learning curve. Which was apparent against Ireland.

Park was fantastic, making and finding space in the middle, nipping in and out, strong passing and vision; probably player of the match for me. She seemed to have some indecisiveness when nearer the goal, at times keeping the ball for too long when she should have passed earlier, and at other times passing the ball when I think she may have been better positioned to take a shot. But that's something that'll come with age and experience, which hopefully she'll get more of on the international stage.

Thought Le Tissier was pretty decent in RB, made some good runs with well chosen and placed crosses in and forward to help open up chances. She seemed more confident when she was a bit further forward, making those long runs down the right, and a little less certain deeper in the England half. When she was tracking back, she seemed less sure and more prone to just passing back (though...that was a bit of a feature of the back-line overall). Overall, I think she put in a solid 90 minutes and shows decent potential.

I was delighted to see Naz get her debut, think she's a great player (sympathies to poor Kirby though, she looked very unwell when the camera panned to her...). Naz had good anticipation, read the game and momentum of play well, and used her pace alongside that to make runs that caused trouble for the opposition. She nearly got a shot on goal with her first (?) touch, and Ireland took a yellow card to stop her sprinting off on a counter attack (probably sensible, because she would be gone). I'd love to see her get a solid spot next squad call, and not just be a reserve, though I know the quality of players available makes the decisions challenging sometimes.

Didn't get to see enough of Beever-Jones (her coming on earlier would have been great), but she got straight into play with crosses and passes into the box which showed sparks of her potential. Hope she plays more as well.

On a wider scale, moving away from the newer players, it was a bit inconsistent in places. Which, with so many changes and so many usually core players not playing there was always going to be some wobbles. But you've got to try new things sometimes.

I've seen a few comments about it was only 2-1 because of the penalty, so could have been 1-1, but the penalty was given because Hemp was pulled down when she had an open goal in front of her. Without Hemp being pulled back, I don't think Brosnan would have gotten back in position in time to make a save. I think it would have been a goal either way.

There does seem to be some hesitancy or uncertainty or...something near the box and with taking shots on goal. I think this is where England miss James the most and it is difficult to replace a player like James when she's not available.

Other players seemed to have some wobbles, Greenwood had some great tackles and defending and then wobbled in other place, Carter and Charles both had interspersed moments of solid defending and then some heavy touches and misplaced passes. I wondered if the collision Carter had in the box after her shot on goal may have been a bit heavier than first realised, she seemed a second off her usual after that. And Charles is coming back from an injury, so there will always be some shakiness there.

Hampton was also a bit shaky at times. Made some solid saves, interceptions, and crosses collections, but some definite indecisiveness on the ball and her long-ball distribution was not great which meant there was a lot of short passing. Under pressure, you can see the same couple of shakes and errors start to creep up for Hampton. And, of course, there was that panicked moment of heavy touch that she had to race to fix and, thankfully, kept focused and did.

It felt at times like the defense were over-relying on Hampton's reputation for long-ball distribution to get the ball forward and when, for whatever reason, that wasn't working for her, it left Hampton getting the ball more than was fair, which made the indecisiveness worse.

Interesting to see what happens against Sweden.

#lionesses #engwnt #woso

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shadowsshowdown · 1 year ago

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Deus Ex: Human Revolution Shadow’s Showdown 64

The Secret Room.

Detroit. Connor's flat.

When Laura opened her eyes, she saw Connor sleeping next to her. Her first instinct was to wake him up but after a moment's thought, she withdrew her hand. Surely he would flood her with apologies and explanations as to why he was here and not on the sofa. Besides, after everything that had happened recently, he should get as much rest as possible. She owed him that, although the debt owed by her had become too great to ever repay.

Slowly she disentangled herself from under the duvet, sat on the edge of the bed and slipped her bare feet into her slippers. After leaning her hand on the nightstand and standing up, she glanced at Dale to check if he was still asleep, then hobbled to the bathroom, soon after, to the kitchen.

"You should be in bed, not here," maybe a quarter of an hour had passed when she heard a still slightly sleepy voice behind her. "I can't lie in bed forever. I wanted to make breakfast," she replied, closing the fridge door. "Besides, we're going to Rupert's today anyway so I should remind myself how to walk."

Connor let the air out loudly through his nose and went to the bathroom. When he returned, Laura was just moving an omelette from the pan onto a plate.

"I don't know if you like omelette but…" "Why are you still scared of me?" he asked, pushing back his chair.

Laura blinked. Standing for a long moment, with the pan in her hand, she wondered why he asked that question and what to answer.

"For a long time I lived in confinement, and Damien caused me terrible fear and punished me severely when I did something against his will. Unfortunately, there is no easy way to forget." "I'm not Damien but Connor or if you prefer, Dale. So you don't have to be afraid of me. Besides, I like omelettes, although I liked the Lemon-Lime Cherry Pie best."

The woman smiled slightly, though the memory itself was very painful.

"That night I was afraid not only for Joe but also for you," she said, sitting down opposite him. "About me?" he asked surprised, holding up a fork with a piece of omelette impaled on it. "Yes," she said, slowly nodding her head. "We didn't talk for very long then, but you fell into my memory. I had hoped we would meet again, however, the fire changed everything." "Apparently destiny listened to your request even more than you expected." "I'm very happy about that, very happy indeed," she replied looking into his eyes. If he hadn't admitted he was an aug she probably never would have guessed. Joe's cybernetic eyes, apart from being violet, were immediately distinguishable from real ones. She had always associated them with a camera lens. Connor's eyes looked ordinary; she couldn't see anything unnatural in them. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he muttered, sipping tea from a dark grey mug. "Your eyes are…ordinary," she replied. "Ordinary?" he asked, wrinkling his brow. “What should they be like then?” "The cyber ones are instantly recognisable." Dale sighed. "We'll talk about it some other time. We should be leaving soon."

Laura was troubled by his behaviour. He suddenly started avoiding the subject even though it didn't touch on the overly personal areas of his life. At least that's how it seemed to her. The woman stood up and took the plates. She wanted to put everything in the dishwasher, but Connor told her to leave the cleaning for later so she obediently left the kitchen with him. Dale’s behaviour seemed odd according to his usual meticulousness.

They separated in the hallway. The man walked right down the long corridor, on the way taking his car keys from a crystal bowl standing on a low cabinet against the wall on the left. He slipped them into his right jacket pocket. Dale looked in the mirror, noting with displeasure that an unruly strand of hair was falling across his forehead. He took a comb from the same jacket pocket and tried to tame the strand of hair. He didn't notice the keys, which were now lying on the carpet completely as if they didn't want to be found. Laura stood for a moment looking at his being thorough with a mixture of admiration and horror, then marched off to the bedroom.

"I'm going to the garage to get the car," he announced from the hallway when he decided the strand would not obey him for anything in the world. "Be ready," he added as he finished tying his black leather boots, put on a graphite jacket and then a Beanie cap. "Connor, wait…" Laura moved from the bedroom to the hallway wanting to stop him but the piercing pain slowed her down just enough for the man to close the door behind him. All she heard was a quiet squeal as he validated the code.

She sighed resignedly and trotted down the narrow corridor towards the bedroom, passing the bathroom, and kitchen on her left and the living room on her right. She wanted to look for something to wear, but her attention was momentarily caught by the ajar door to the room at the end of the hall. The distance of a few steps suddenly stretched into something incredibly distant. The forbidden door tempted even more than usual today. Her knowledge of this secret room boiled down to the fact that Connor usually slept there on the sofa although she insisted he would rest better in bed. He never mentioned it, but she had a feeling it was the only place she couldn't walk into. She called it his cave where he hid when he needed solitude. After a short peek backwards at the front door, she slowly moved towards her destination. As she placed her hand on the cool doorknob, she felt her heart beating faster and faster with fear and emotion.

The room was not large, being in the shape of a horizontally arranged L letter. Judging by the furniture, it was an office. To the right of the entrance was a desk made of dark wood, probably beech, with an armchair by it, upholstered in dark grey fabric. Two bookshelves stood against the wall. Laura looked to the left at the sofa and the perfectly stacked bedding on it. Against the opposite wall stood a low, long cupboard. Lying on it were several books about hacking, and next to them stood a crystal vase. Laura picked it up smiling to herself. We had a similar one at home, she thought. She was about to drop it when a white panel on the wall began to lift revealing a large screen, which after a moment turned on showing the login screen.

"Welcome Agent Cooper. Please enter your password."

She stood staring at the blue writing on the screen and the blinking cursor, still holding the damn vase in her hand. For a moment she was tempted to try and guess the password but Connor would surely find out. If he was so protective of the room, she suspected he made sure about the security of all communication devices. One question was vivid in her mind; Who could he talk to? The only person who came to mind was Damien. Laura shook her head, wanting to get rid of that thought. It was most likely that Dale was talking to Pritchard about company matters, and sending important information required the highest possible level of security. Especially now after the attack. Having put the vase back in its place, she looked at the laptop left on the desk but did not dare even touch it. Leaving the room she heard the click of the lock as the panel covered the screen. She had time to return to the bedroom and open the top drawer of the dresser when she heard Connor's voice from the corridor.

"I'm a butterfingers. I lost my car keys. They must have fallen out of my pocket," he announced as he looked around for his loss.

Laura felt her whole body paralysed with nervousness. She had barely avoided making a huge mistake. Through carelessness and excessive curiosity, she could have been caught rummaging through his private space.

"Still not ready?" he muttered, seeing her searching through her clothes. "Sorry! Wounds don't make things any easier," she replied taking out navy blue jeans and a woollen beige jumper. "Idiot of me," he sighed. "I should help you." "No need," she protested. I’ve got everything under control. If I'm careful I can do it painless." She lied, of course. While getting dressed, his help would be most useful. Although Connor had probably seen many incompletely dressed girls in his life, she couldn't get over her embarrassment and the thought didn't help her at all. "I won't insist, but you've known me long enough to know that I'd take care of your comfort and certainly not stare like some horny simpleton. Besides, if memory serves me right I've seen you without a blouse before." "Go now or we'll be late," she urged him. The man laughed, nodded and left. After a quarter of an hour or so, Laura managed to finish the uneven struggle with her clothes and her hair, which refused to obey her will. Connor returned when she tried to tie her shoelaces so, despite her protests, he helped her.

"You'd better put your cap on. It's cold outside," he suggested.

They didn't have time to argue now, so she listened to his advice and took a blue Bobble hat. Soon they found themselves in a street full of passers-by marching back and forth, muffled in winter coats and jackets. "Where did you park?" she asked, looking around and trying to guess which car belonged to Connor. "Here," he replied, pointing ahead. "An Aston Martin DB5? No kidding," she muttered, wrapping her hands together on her chest. "A car like that costs a fortune." "The price was a bargain. I advise you to leave your thoughts for later."

Dale opened the door for her and helped with get in the silver car.

"By the way, from where do you have such a good knowledge of cars?" he asked while fastening his seatbelt. "About this particular one yes. Joe and I have watched all the James Bond films a dozen times each." "Well, yes, that explains everything," he replied, correcting the cab mirror and starting the engine.

The car slowly moved, flashing its right indicator. Connor turned on the radio to somehow kill the silence. He didn't want to forcefully start a conversation, that was never good.

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In life, in love, this time I can't afford to lose For one, for all, I'll do what I have to do You can't understand, it's all part of the plan Broken pieces of the night Sing like hollow lullabies You and I, always in disguises

Laura listened, gazing at the changing world beyond the glass, which was slowly being covered in a milky white layer of vapour.

Lover, hunter, friend and enemy You will always be every one of these

She knew these words by heart. They were engraved in her mind in capital letters. Damien, with his scheming, had led her to hate Joe. He had then become her worst enemy, a nightmare and a hunter wanting her to become his trophy. To this day, she still couldn't forgive herself for how she had treated him. She had hoped they would talk, scratch and heal old wounds, that something would end and something would begin. Unfortunately, she couldn't foresee Joe would die. The car stopped at the traffic lights. The indicator ticking quietly and rhythmically expressed the driver's desire to turn left. The time she spent thinking passed so quickly that she didn't notice when Connor parked outside Rupert's house. It was a good thing that when she gave him the address he knew immediately where it was otherwise, knowing her orientation in the area, they would have been wandering around Detroit until the evening. As usual, they hadn't time to press the doorbell and already Demelza had opened the door, inviting them inside with a broad smile.

"You look awful," she said, looking at the woman. "You've gotten terribly thin, but after my dinner and dessert you'll gain strength." "You really don't need to," she protested. "We're not staying for…" "Nonsense!" she interrupted her. "And don't you worry about the vase," she turned to Connor. "What vas…" he wanted to ask, but a bumped object interrupted him mid-sentence. "Exactly with this," Demelza muttered wrinkling her eyebrows. "Unbelievable," she said to herself as she saw Dale deftly catch the vase before it shattered on the floor. "Rupert is waiting in the study," she turned to Laura. "I'll take care of your friend."

Dale felt fear overpower him as if Demelza possessed supernatural abilities. He had the feeling that she was reading him like an open book and none of his secrets were safe anymore. The feeling grew when Laura disappeared behind the study door and he was invited into the living room.

"Make yourself at home," the hostess said kindly. Connor found it really hard to believe she could have been a witch from children's stories. He had an equally hard time deciding to soil the carpet with his dirty shoes. He wanted to take them off, but Demelza firmly protested, thus subjecting him to the torture. The green carpet was decorated with a grid embroidered with gold thread, and its cleanliness was something almost sacred to Connor. However, when he crossed the threshold of the living room, all his fears disappeared. He felt as if he had stepped into another dimension. He walked past the antique oak table straight to the piano standing against the wall.

"Rupert liked to play it but it has been standing forgotten for a long time. It probably needs to be tuned to bring it back to its former glory," you could hear the sadness and longing in Demelza's voice for something that was long gone. "I can give it a try," he offered while looking at the instrument. "I know a thing or two about it."

"You're very welcome. Even if you damaged it nothing bad would happen," she assured him. "Now if you'll excuse me for a moment, I have to take care of dinner. If you need anything I'll be in the kitchen. It's right over there almost in front of this room." "Thank you, that's very kind of you," he said. "Spare yourself the courtesy. You are among friends." the woman waved her hand carelessly, bestowing a motherly smile on him. "And do not, under any circumstances, enter the study. Rupert dislikes it very much." "I'm not going to disturb them unless I'm needed for something," he replied.

Oppressed with remorse, triggered by an analysis of the tone of his statement, he wanted to apologise to Demelza, but the woman had already gone. Dale closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened them his gaze wandered to the left towards a bookcase filled with books. He slowly walked over to it and, reaching for one of the books full of disappointment, found that it was written in a language he didn't understand at all.

"I think it's Gaelic," he muttered to himself putting the book back in its place.

Connor went back to the piano and looked at it more closely. It was probably made of hornbeam and had no ornamentation, so he judged it had more sentimental value. He carefully lifted the keyboard cover and extracted a few sounds from the instrument. To his amazement, they were exceptionally pure, perhaps not so pure as to convey the nobility of classical music, but for killing time while waiting for Laura to return, they were enough. Having sat down on a low stool upholstered in cherry leather, which creaked quietly when he moved in search of a comfortable position for his body, he began to recall a melody from memory. His fingers themselves pointed the way, which he followed without hesitation.

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You have always been shining so brightly Your smiling face is just like a tiny star I have been treasuring it (Eternal starlight) On that day I could not come and protect you I just held my tears of regret inside I am still feeling the pain (I won't forget you, sweetheart)

Laura did not know how she should behave. Immediately after closing the study door, she was overwhelmed with doubts that coming here had been a mistake. Rupert sat behind his desk pretending to be busy filling out paperwork, but not even the slightest twitch escaped his attention. He could read everything from the woman's body language. The restless looking around, the nervous intertwining of fingers and the readiness to run away. He didn't want to guess how much must have happened in her life since they last met. He just wondered if she would shake off the burden.

"Don't just stand there, you're my guest," he muttered, putting the pages aside. "We know each other well enough that you should feel comfortable here. You could go to the other part of the study, sit down, or search the bookshelf while waiting for me to finish." "First of all, I should say hello," she replied quietly. "Paying attention to such trifles is not in my nature." The Scot corrected his glasses, stood up and, with a hand gesture, encouraged Laura to come on in.

As they both took their places in the armchairs, Rupert lit a pipe. He didn't ask questions, instead, he let her decide what she wanted to say and when. They could even sit in silence. Besides, phrases like "How are you?" or "Is everything going well?" he regarded as forcing a conversation.

"You must have heard about the attack?" she asked, to which the man merely nodded. "And about Adam too...?" "They were talking about it everywhere. There's a funeral ceremony the day after tomorrow but I don't think I need to mention it."

Laura's green eyes were large and full of tears, looking at Rupert, who seemed immune to her sadness. He realised she didn't know about the funeral, which surprised him immensely given her relationship with the Security Chief.

"Detroit has long been full of lunatics, but the attack on Sarif Industries was too much. In addition, not long after, a woman tried to lay violent hands on herself by jumping from a skyscraper. Apparently, someone saved her, they wrote something about a flying Superman but it sounded too unbelievable."

The woman twitched upon hearing that her actions had been noticed. Surely she wasn't the only would-be suicide, why did they have to take an interest in this one? What if Damien already knew? Her heart began to pound like a herd of galloping horses. Her breath tore like a guitar string tugged too hard, and pain spilled through her body reminding her of unhealed wounds.

"Damien...Damien knows...He knows...He..."

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