#jaclyn poole

[onlyquinns]

haircuts and other cuts, m. rempe

pairing: matt rempe x fem!cosmotologystudent!reader, fluffy mostly!

content: you cut matt’s hair and there’s a little tension, sister’s best friend trope, reader isn’t too good with communication, mentions of blood (it’s matt what did you expect)

a/n: i think this is my longest fic yet!! idk if id consider it an entire oneshot tho but im still v pleased :) i hope u guys like it!!

matt sits deathly still, you standing behind him. the faint hum of clippers fills the bathroom, the little device buzzing in your hand as you bring it closer to matt’s left ear.

“you sure you know what you’re doing?” he asks you, watching the guard inch closer and closer in the bathroom mirror.

you huff and pull your hand away, barely nicking his hair, and matt somehow freezes even more.

the two of you are crammed inside of quickie’s bathroom, matt sitting on top of a small stool left in the bathroom for jonathan’s kids. he’s shirtless, back turned to you as you stand behind him in a tank top and a pair of jean shorts. he’d asked you to come over—with jonathan and jaclyn’s permission—to give him a trim, fully thinking you’d laugh it off and refuse to. unfortunately for him, you’d taken him up on the offer and showed up with a set of clippers and varying guards—something you’d nabbed from your brother back in calgary when you’d started cosmetology school.

“you asked me to do this, matty!” you cry out, waving the clippers through the air haphazardly.

matt throws his arms up, making eye contact with you through the mirror. “i didn’t think you’d say yes!” he cries out, ducking when you arc the clippers his way with a pointed glare.

“i’m literally going to school for this, dude,” you tell him, free hand on your hip. “i know what i’m doing—just trust me.”

matt gulps, his adam’s apple bobbing visibly. “okay,” he relents. “but if mom and alley make fun of me, i’m blaming you.”

you roll your eyes and line your clippers back up against his ear, folding the skin down with your free hand. “you’d deserve it,” you tell him, taking your clippers up and pulling them toward you in a quick motion before he can stop you again. “i see what you comment on your poor sister’s insta, y’know,” you say, referencing the weird little-brother-energy chirps he leaves on your friend’s posts.

matt’s barely listening to your words, instead watching wide-eyed as his brown hair flutters down onto the bathroom tiling. you work quickly, cutting down the length of hair around his ears on both sides before stepping back.

“what have you done?” matt whispers, scared. he brings two fingers up against the scratchy side of his head, feeling the blunt tips of hair brush against his finger pads.

“oh, my god,” you tease, “you’re soo dramatic, matthew! i’m not done yet!” you pull the 8mm guard free from your clippers, replacing them with a smaller one with a satisfying click. “now, move your fingers and let me work my magic,” you say, knocking the plastic against his knuckles.

matt pulls his hand away with hesitation, back rigid as the clippers come back to life and press flush against his skin. you blend the bottom half of the area you’d just shaved, moving from side to side to make sure they’re even. you round matt and grin, crouching down in front of him and grasping his chin between your forefinger and thumb. he looks at you with scared eyes, a look that’s nothing like the usual cocky and smug expression he normally sports.

“so pretty,” you hum, turning his face side to side in your hold. “told you that bringing back the mullet was a smart idea.” you pull away and step aside, letting matt look at himself in the bathroom mirror.

he doesn’t need to stand, torso long enough that he can easily see himself in the mirror while sitting. he turns his head slightly, analyzing your work. a crooked grin pools at his lips, his confidence seeping back into his chest.

“okay,” he practically purrs, suddenly feeling himself. “looks good.”

you smirk, tapping your guards against the ledge of the sink to free the trapped hair caught between the prongs. “told you i know what i’m doing, matty,” you say, smug with yourself.

he wraps an arm around your hips and gives you a squeeze, the action sudden and enough to make your fingers falter slightly as you pack up your things.

never in your life did you imagine that matt rempe—your best friend’s younger brother—would hold you so casually around the hips. he’d hugged you hundreds of times growing up, always settling for a quick side hug to show his gratitude, but never had he been so… cavalier with his affection.

matt notices your reluctance and drops his arm, suddenly awkward and red in the face. “uh, sorry,” he says, scratching at the back of his neck. “got carried away with myself.”

you let out a stilted laugh, turning on the sink to wash the strands of loose hair down the drain. “no worries,” you tell him, refusing to look at him through the mirror. “lemme know when you need a trim, yeah? i’ll drop by and fix you up.”

matt nods dumbly, letting you inch past him with your set of clippers tucked under your arms. you wave your fingers in goodbye and slink out the door, leaving it cracked just slightly. from where he sits atop the little bathroom stool, matt hears you wish jonathan and jaclyn a quick goodbye, letting them both know that they’re free to call you up for a haircut whenever as well, before you vanish out the front door.

a few weeks later, you’re tucked inside your apartment. every light inside your flat is turned off, the only thing providing any source of brightness your tv as it reruns highlights from the ranger’s home game.

you lay on your stomach, body flat against your couch and your chink tucked into a shoddy star-shaped pillow you’d made in your free time. alley talks animatedly to you through your phone, her smiley face filling a small corner of your phone screen as you absentmindedly scroll through your instagram feed.

your entire feed is filled with hockey—old and new clips alike. you pass through posts about trades and players play fighting with toddlers in skates, leaving a like and silly comment when you stumble across a ranger’s meme. your thumb hesitates over a reel of matt, a fifteen second long video of him skating to the penalty box with a bloodied nose from tonight’s game. you hadn’t messaged him since you’d cut his hair, dropping off his radar and getting swept up into your work.

“hey, alley,” you interrupt you friend, watching the reel loop over and over, eyes drawn to the way matt’s face is nothing but seriousness and boiled down anger.

“yeah?” she asks, leaning closer to her camera to catch a glimpse of you. a silly facetime effect takes over your screen, blocking matt’s bloodied face with a poorly timed stream of confetti.

“did you watch tonight’s game?” you click through your phone, finding other angles of matt’s fight, watching as his body hits the ice. “the ranger’s one; the one with matt.”

alley scrunches her eyebrows together, “uh, yeah, with mom. why?” she combs her fingers through her hair, pulling free any tangles and knots. “did you get a clip of matt’s fight, or something?”

you nod slowly, “yeah…” you tell her, “uh, a lot of clips, actually.” you turn to your tv just in time to catch a slow motion video of matt dropping his gloves and throwing punches at one of his opponents. “is he, like, okay?”

alley nods, “yeah, of course he is—it’s matty we’re talking about, he loves a fight.” she huffs out a laugh but stops when you don’t laugh with her, eyes instead glued to your tv as the announcer ooh’s and ah’s the sight of matt licking up his own bloodied lip. “hey,” alley calls, “he’s okay. my brother’s tougher than you think. we’re no longer those little kids that used to stick up for each other,” she reminds you, drawing your attention from your tv. she smiles at you as you nod.

“yeah,” you breathe, “you’re right.” but the image of matt’s bloody nose and lip fills the back of your eyelids as you blink, drilling into the forefront of your mind. “hey, alley, i’m gonna call it a night, yeah? it was good talking to you.” you smile weakly and alley says her goodbyes, blowing you a kiss that you easily reciprocate before hanging up.

you flop onto your back, arm and phone dangling off the edge of your couch. your tv still plays highlights of the game, the announcer’s grating voice and the crowds loud cheering filling the silence of your dark living room.

a soft knock echoes through your apartment, pulling you from overthinking. you pull yourself up, checking the time. another knock echoes through the flat, less softer than before.

“coming,” you call, pulling a hoodie over your shoulders. you don’t check the peephole, instead pulling the door open wide without thinking. “how can i help you—?” your voice trails off when you find matt standing in front of you, hands tucked into a pair of dark sweats.

“hey,” he says casually, “s’alright if i come in?”

you look up at him, hand still wrapped around the door knob. there’s a purple bruise forming on his cheekbone, nearly dark enough to match the grape-colored tee he’s wearing.

you blink quickly, the image of his fight flashing in your mind’s eye as you move out of his way. “yeah, yeah,” you say far too quickly, “of course—lemme just turn the lights back on and, uh, yeah.”

matt’s lips quirk into an amused smirk as he saunters in, bare forearm brushing against you briefly. he whistles low as he takes in your apartment as if he’s never seen it before.

“nice place,” he teases, placing his keys in a heap onto the small kitchen island. “you redecorate lately? move some stuff around?”

you shut your front door, making sure it’s locked before turning to matt. you watch him toe off his sneakers, leaving them tucked against the island, before he makes his way to your couch. his amused expression grows at the sight of your tv proudly displaying the ranger’s game, watching his own jersey number move across the ice.

“yeah,” you say slowly, walking closer to matt. “i moved some things around to open it up a little. felt too crowded, y’know.”

matt nods along to your words. “looks good,” he tells you, glancing down at you in your oversized hoodie and tiny sleep shorts. “alley texted me a few minutes ago, told me you were facetiming.” he takes a seat on your couch, letting out a deep groan that rattles your entire body.

“are you hurt?” you ask him, ignoring his question. you’re fluttering around him, easily taking hold of his face like you’d done to cut his hair. “your cheek’s swelling up really bad, matty, do you want some ice? i have tylenol, too.” you brush your thumb over a cut along the bridge of his nose, the area where his helmet’s visor ends. the plastic must’ve cut along his face during his fight.

matt hisses and grasps your wrists, “‘s fine, promise,” he tells you, “just wanted to see you, that’s all.” he gives you a cheeky smile, lips pursed in his classic close-lipped smile.

he pulls you into his lap, easily situating you so you’re pressed into his chest with your thighs bracketing either side of him. his warm palms spread over your back, drawing soothing circles into your frozen form.

“what’re you doing?” you whisper, hands frozen in the air and unsure of where to put them.

“jus’ relax,” matt mumbles, pressing his hurt face into the soft fabric of your hoodie. “i just missed you. it’s not cool that you ghosted me, y’know. especially since you’ve been talking with alley and steph.”

your chest squeezes at his words and you hesitantly place your hands around his shoulders, fingers pressing into the tight muscles there. “‘m sorry,” you tell him, “i was just scared.”

you can tell matt grins, feel the way the fabric at your shoulder shifts. he props his chin against it, tilting his head into your neck. his eyes focus on the screen in front of him, watching as it lets him know that it’s on auto play.

“of what?” he asks.

you swallow thickly. “this,” you say vaguely. “i’m your sister’s best friend, matt, i don’t think that you and i should be doing whatever this is; i don’t think i should feel like this for you.” your fingers wrap tighter into his back, nails digging into worn purple fabric and his skin. matt grumbles, the sound rumbling through his chest and your body.

“‘ve always felt like this,” he whispers to you, head titled so his lips brush against your ear. your stomach jumps at his proximity, at the simple words that he shares with you. “and i think you have, too.”

and, fuck, it scared you but he’s right.

ever since you’d moved in across the street from him and his family in calgary, getting easily swept up into their hockey lifestyle and playing street hockey with them—remembering the way the little green biscuit felt against your shins when he and alley would shoot too high at you and steph.

you liked matt ever since he’d replaced your crappy date who’d stood you up on prom night, leaving you in a deep blue dress on the front steps with that shitty flickering light that your parents refused to replace. matt had rummaged through his dad’s entire closet to find the perfect tie to match your dress, just to make sure you wouldn’t be left out on your prom night. it didn’t matter that he was a sophomore at the time and you were a senior; he wasn’t going to let you miss out just because some dumb guy thought it’d be funny to no call and no show.

“yeah,” you whisper and matt’s wolfish grin grows. “you’re right.”

matt pulls away from you and cups your face, rough fingers soothing over your cheekbones and bottom lip. his eyes glimmer at he takes you in, the tv light behind you casting a halo over your body. without another thought, you lean forward and crash your lips to kiss, drawing a broken groan from deep in his throat. one hand draws him closer, pressing into his nape, your mind screaming—begging—for more. your tv starts playing a new video, another ranger’s video. matt tilts his head, deepening the kiss.

and through your hazy mind, you hear the announcer.

matt rempe scores.

all photos from pinterest

[tvmilfs]

Laurie topless in a pool with Jaclyn (yes there are men there too but shhh)

[ewitsadrian]

Pool Day to celebrate the new addition to the family Maura Goth! Adopted by Bella Goth and Jaclyn Pancakes in my Goth Legacy Save.

[cleverhottubmiracle]

Sawadee Ka, and welcome back to another week in Mike White’s version of beautiful hell. The plot has been moving slowly this season, even for vacation, but episode four does build toward some more substantial plot points. If last week’s focus was on spirituality, this week’s is all about death. As those unconscious neuroses we talked about get brought to the surface, so do our characters’ fears, especially those of mortality. Let’s dive in.Of our three housewives who hate each other, Jaclyn is starting to spin out the most. Her husband, the hot, young, fellow actor she allegedly can’t keep her hands off of, isn’t picking up her calls, and at breakfast, she’s doing that thing you do when you manically try to hype up the energy so that you don’t have to face your problems. (Works every time!) When Valentin stops by the table to suggest another day of massages and yoga, she demands instead that he take them somewhere fun, “with a vibe”—but when the ladies arrive at the new hotel pool he’s sent them to, it’s Jaclyn’s worst nightmare: a “bargain hotel for retirees,” she says with disdain. When White’s camera lingers on the pool’s aging guests, guts, flabby arms, and leathery tans, it’s meant to be grotesque, and I suppose from the viewpoint of Jaclyn—an actress whose job it is to look good, she notes—it is.Furious, she storms up to Valentin back at the hotel and demands he take them somewhere better. Even though it’s not in his job description, he promises to make it right and rides with the girls into a crowded part of town, where he drops them off to shop while he fetches his friends to join the party. They notice the townspeople—mostly children—are all carrying water guns, which he reassures them is just part of the Songkran Festival aka the Thai New Year. When Kate condescendingly pats a little girl on the head, though, they become the targets of a gang of water-gun-toting children who totally humble our housewives by spraying them until they’re sopping wet and hiding behind the shelves of a store.Photograph by Fabio Lovino/HBOFinally, they end up at a swank oceanside club, where Jaclyn is fully down to rally. “What happens in Thailand, stays in Thailand,” she declares, though something tells me that’s not quite true. Anyway, all she meant is that, “We’re not dead yet. We can still be young, and hot, and fun.” Valentin and his Russian bros, Alexi and Vlad, have all arrived at the club for the very purpose of making the ladies feel as such. Alexi, for instance, shows off a snake tattoo that starts on his bicep and “goes all the way down.” The gigantic Vlad, wearing a patterned bucket hat and a black t-shirt with giant, gold sequin angel wings plastered to the front, assures them, “We know how to make fun.”Speaking of Songkran, it’s also the night of the Full Moon Party, which means the Ratliffs, Chelsea, and Rick are all aboard Chloe and Greg’s yacht. (Is it the same one Tanya died on after shooting three evil gays dead? If so, dark.)Rick and Chelsea are having their own morbid conversation—though it’s something of a breakthrough for the couple when Rick finally opens up. While Chelsea is still that terrified something awful is going to happen to her, given that “bad things happen in threes,” and she’s already experienced two with the snake bite and the robbery (“death is coming for me,” on some “Final Destination shit,” she warns), Rick is still hung up on Jim Hollinger—who, he confesses, is the man who killed his father. “I never knew my father,” Rick tells Chelsea. “He was a do-gooder. He came to Thailand to help people. He was trying to help these locals keep a shitty American from stealing their land. My father was here trying to do the right thing, and one day he disappeared, and they never found him.” He knows that Jim is responsible, he says, because his mother—who died of an overdose when Rick was ten, if you’ll recall—told him. Jim now owns both the White Lotus hotel and “half of fucking Thailand.” And Rick is dead set on heading to Bangkok to find him.Photograph by Fabio Lovino/HBO“Is this a bit, you killed my father, prepare to die, kind of?” Chelsea asks Rick. It’s a fair question. Rick doesn’t have a satisfactory answer for her but says that he just needs to look Jim in the eyes and tell him how he “ruined [Rick’s] fucking life from day one.” Chelsea knows Rick won’t just talk to Jim but do something worse, and has an uneasy feeling about the situation. But despite her protests, Rick goes to Bangkok, as we see him at the airport later—he also phones a friend, saying he needs an ominous “favor.”Timothy Ratliff, meanwhile, is staring down the barrel of his own mortality—both literally and metaphorically, as his whole way of life is now threatened by his bad deal with Kenny Nguyen. Now fully addicted to his wife’s pills (that didn’t take long), he’s drinking his problems away at the yacht party to the point of maudlin incapacitation. Despite putting on a brave face for his family, the cracks are starting to show (earlier, while totally distracted, he accidentally flashed them all in the show’s second male full-frontal moment). On the boat, he cradles Piper’s face in his hands, sentimentally realizing how important his family is to him.There’s a surreal moment in which Timothy and Greg interact at the bar; Timothy tells Greg (who is going by “Gary,” don’t forget) that he’s heard “anyone who moves to Thailand is either looking for something or hiding from something.” Greg, who we know is, in fact, in hiding, insists that he just wanted to escape “the rat race” by moving to his Thai mansion on the hill. Timothy forlornly says he’s “just on vacation with my family,” still adding a foreboding “but you never know.”Photograph by Fabio Lovino/HBOWe do know that Piper is hiding a secret of her own, which she plans to reveal at dinner with her family. But she can hardly get to the point—that the thesis this entire trip is based on doesn’t exist and that she’s planning to stay at the monastery—because Timothy keeps leaving the table. He gets his phone back from Pam and learns of his fate: Kenny Nguyen didn’t kill himself like he said he was going to, but instead fully cooperated with the feds. This is bad for Timothy, who is still flitting between the denial and bargaining stages of grief. “If I plead guilty [for embezzlement and fraud]...I can never work in finance again,” he tells his lawyer, who bluntly informs him: “Tim, that’s the least of your problems.” His assets have probably already been frozen, he might lose his house (making Victoria’s dream last episode all the more prescient), and he’s facing at least a few months in federal prison. “I would rather fucking die,” Timothy says. “What am I supposed to tell my family? We’re fucking poor, and I’m going to fucking prison?”He’s not wrong for thinking that wouldn’t exactly go well. At the dinner table, Victoria unknowingly twists the knife, calling Chloe and Greg’s yacht party a “convention for con men and tax cheats” and telling Piper she doesn’t know how lucky she is to “have a father who’s an actual Boy Scout.”The yacht party is still going, by the way—though at this point, only Lochlan, Saxon, Chelsea, and Chloe remain (I am loving Charlotte Le Bon as Chloe, by the way). There are a few young women too (ones Saxon already pointed out as prey on his creepy hunt to get Lochland laid) and now that their bald, LBH bankrollers have left the scene (some of whom “might be actual killers,” according to Victoria), everyone’s fair game.Photograph by Fabio Lovino/HBOWhere’s Greg, you ask? Oh, he’s just back at his mansion, cyberstalking Belinda on Instagram (where we get confirmation that the handsome Zion from episode one is indeed her son). Earlier in the episode, Belinda finally Googled Tanya and found out that not only is she dead, but that Greg is wanted for questioning in her very suspicious death. Hiding, indeed.Gaitok, meanwhile, is once again distracted from his post as he accompanies a dressed-up Mook to the hotel restaurant where she’s joining Sritala’s musical performance. This gives a distraught Timothy just enough time to steal the gun Gaitok was given after the robbery; as much as the too-tender Gaitok probably shouldn’t be trusted with a gun, neither should the surely suicidal Timothy. It’s a recipe for disaster we’ll have to wade into next week. For now, the tide is merely out—but especially with the full moon rising, a tsunami is definitely coming. Source link

[norajworld]

Sawadee Ka, and welcome back to another week in Mike White’s version of beautiful hell. The plot has been moving slowly this season, even for vacation, but episode four does build toward some more substantial plot points. If last week’s focus was on spirituality, this week’s is all about death. As those unconscious neuroses we talked about get brought to the surface, so do our characters’ fears, especially those of mortality. Let’s dive in.Of our three housewives who hate each other, Jaclyn is starting to spin out the most. Her husband, the hot, young, fellow actor she allegedly can’t keep her hands off of, isn’t picking up her calls, and at breakfast, she’s doing that thing you do when you manically try to hype up the energy so that you don’t have to face your problems. (Works every time!) When Valentin stops by the table to suggest another day of massages and yoga, she demands instead that he take them somewhere fun, “with a vibe”—but when the ladies arrive at the new hotel pool he’s sent them to, it’s Jaclyn’s worst nightmare: a “bargain hotel for retirees,” she says with disdain. When White’s camera lingers on the pool’s aging guests, guts, flabby arms, and leathery tans, it’s meant to be grotesque, and I suppose from the viewpoint of Jaclyn—an actress whose job it is to look good, she notes—it is.Furious, she storms up to Valentin back at the hotel and demands he take them somewhere better. Even though it’s not in his job description, he promises to make it right and rides with the girls into a crowded part of town, where he drops them off to shop while he fetches his friends to join the party. They notice the townspeople—mostly children—are all carrying water guns, which he reassures them is just part of the Songkran Festival aka the Thai New Year. When Kate condescendingly pats a little girl on the head, though, they become the targets of a gang of water-gun-toting children who totally humble our housewives by spraying them until they’re sopping wet and hiding behind the shelves of a store.Photograph by Fabio Lovino/HBOFinally, they end up at a swank oceanside club, where Jaclyn is fully down to rally. “What happens in Thailand, stays in Thailand,” she declares, though something tells me that’s not quite true. Anyway, all she meant is that, “We’re not dead yet. We can still be young, and hot, and fun.” Valentin and his Russian bros, Alexi and Vlad, have all arrived at the club for the very purpose of making the ladies feel as such. Alexi, for instance, shows off a snake tattoo that starts on his bicep and “goes all the way down.” The gigantic Vlad, wearing a patterned bucket hat and a black t-shirt with giant, gold sequin angel wings plastered to the front, assures them, “We know how to make fun.”Speaking of Songkran, it’s also the night of the Full Moon Party, which means the Ratliffs, Chelsea, and Rick are all aboard Chloe and Greg’s yacht. (Is it the same one Tanya died on after shooting three evil gays dead? If so, dark.)Rick and Chelsea are having their own morbid conversation—though it’s something of a breakthrough for the couple when Rick finally opens up. While Chelsea is still that terrified something awful is going to happen to her, given that “bad things happen in threes,” and she’s already experienced two with the snake bite and the robbery (“death is coming for me,” on some “Final Destination shit,” she warns), Rick is still hung up on Jim Hollinger—who, he confesses, is the man who killed his father. “I never knew my father,” Rick tells Chelsea. “He was a do-gooder. He came to Thailand to help people. He was trying to help these locals keep a shitty American from stealing their land. My father was here trying to do the right thing, and one day he disappeared, and they never found him.” He knows that Jim is responsible, he says, because his mother—who died of an overdose when Rick was ten, if you’ll recall—told him. Jim now owns both the White Lotus hotel and “half of fucking Thailand.” And Rick is dead set on heading to Bangkok to find him.Photograph by Fabio Lovino/HBO“Is this a bit, you killed my father, prepare to die, kind of?” Chelsea asks Rick. It’s a fair question. Rick doesn’t have a satisfactory answer for her but says that he just needs to look Jim in the eyes and tell him how he “ruined [Rick’s] fucking life from day one.” Chelsea knows Rick won’t just talk to Jim but do something worse, and has an uneasy feeling about the situation. But despite her protests, Rick goes to Bangkok, as we see him at the airport later—he also phones a friend, saying he needs an ominous “favor.”Timothy Ratliff, meanwhile, is staring down the barrel of his own mortality—both literally and metaphorically, as his whole way of life is now threatened by his bad deal with Kenny Nguyen. Now fully addicted to his wife’s pills (that didn’t take long), he’s drinking his problems away at the yacht party to the point of maudlin incapacitation. Despite putting on a brave face for his family, the cracks are starting to show (earlier, while totally distracted, he accidentally flashed them all in the show’s second male full-frontal moment). On the boat, he cradles Piper’s face in his hands, sentimentally realizing how important his family is to him.There’s a surreal moment in which Timothy and Greg interact at the bar; Timothy tells Greg (who is going by “Gary,” don’t forget) that he’s heard “anyone who moves to Thailand is either looking for something or hiding from something.” Greg, who we know is, in fact, in hiding, insists that he just wanted to escape “the rat race” by moving to his Thai mansion on the hill. Timothy forlornly says he’s “just on vacation with my family,” still adding a foreboding “but you never know.”Photograph by Fabio Lovino/HBOWe do know that Piper is hiding a secret of her own, which she plans to reveal at dinner with her family. But she can hardly get to the point—that the thesis this entire trip is based on doesn’t exist and that she’s planning to stay at the monastery—because Timothy keeps leaving the table. He gets his phone back from Pam and learns of his fate: Kenny Nguyen didn’t kill himself like he said he was going to, but instead fully cooperated with the feds. This is bad for Timothy, who is still flitting between the denial and bargaining stages of grief. “If I plead guilty [for embezzlement and fraud]...I can never work in finance again,” he tells his lawyer, who bluntly informs him: “Tim, that’s the least of your problems.” His assets have probably already been frozen, he might lose his house (making Victoria’s dream last episode all the more prescient), and he’s facing at least a few months in federal prison. “I would rather fucking die,” Timothy says. “What am I supposed to tell my family? We’re fucking poor, and I’m going to fucking prison?”He’s not wrong for thinking that wouldn’t exactly go well. At the dinner table, Victoria unknowingly twists the knife, calling Chloe and Greg’s yacht party a “convention for con men and tax cheats” and telling Piper she doesn’t know how lucky she is to “have a father who’s an actual Boy Scout.”The yacht party is still going, by the way—though at this point, only Lochlan, Saxon, Chelsea, and Chloe remain (I am loving Charlotte Le Bon as Chloe, by the way). There are a few young women too (ones Saxon already pointed out as prey on his creepy hunt to get Lochland laid) and now that their bald, LBH bankrollers have left the scene (some of whom “might be actual killers,” according to Victoria), everyone’s fair game.Photograph by Fabio Lovino/HBOWhere’s Greg, you ask? Oh, he’s just back at his mansion, cyberstalking Belinda on Instagram (where we get confirmation that the handsome Zion from episode one is indeed her son). Earlier in the episode, Belinda finally Googled Tanya and found out that not only is she dead, but that Greg is wanted for questioning in her very suspicious death. Hiding, indeed.Gaitok, meanwhile, is once again distracted from his post as he accompanies a dressed-up Mook to the hotel restaurant where she’s joining Sritala’s musical performance. This gives a distraught Timothy just enough time to steal the gun Gaitok was given after the robbery; as much as the too-tender Gaitok probably shouldn’t be trusted with a gun, neither should the surely suicidal Timothy. It’s a recipe for disaster we’ll have to wade into next week. For now, the tide is merely out—but especially with the full moon rising, a tsunami is definitely coming. Source link

[ellajme0]

Sawadee Ka, and welcome back to another week in Mike White’s version of beautiful hell. The plot has been moving slowly this season, even for vacation, but episode four does build toward some more substantial plot points. If last week’s focus was on spirituality, this week’s is all about death. As those unconscious neuroses we talked about get brought to the surface, so do our characters’ fears, especially those of mortality. Let’s dive in.Of our three housewives who hate each other, Jaclyn is starting to spin out the most. Her husband, the hot, young, fellow actor she allegedly can’t keep her hands off of, isn’t picking up her calls, and at breakfast, she’s doing that thing you do when you manically try to hype up the energy so that you don’t have to face your problems. (Works every time!) When Valentin stops by the table to suggest another day of massages and yoga, she demands instead that he take them somewhere fun, “with a vibe”—but when the ladies arrive at the new hotel pool he’s sent them to, it’s Jaclyn’s worst nightmare: a “bargain hotel for retirees,” she says with disdain. When White’s camera lingers on the pool’s aging guests, guts, flabby arms, and leathery tans, it’s meant to be grotesque, and I suppose from the viewpoint of Jaclyn—an actress whose job it is to look good, she notes—it is.Furious, she storms up to Valentin back at the hotel and demands he take them somewhere better. Even though it’s not in his job description, he promises to make it right and rides with the girls into a crowded part of town, where he drops them off to shop while he fetches his friends to join the party. They notice the townspeople—mostly children—are all carrying water guns, which he reassures them is just part of the Songkran Festival aka the Thai New Year. When Kate condescendingly pats a little girl on the head, though, they become the targets of a gang of water-gun-toting children who totally humble our housewives by spraying them until they’re sopping wet and hiding behind the shelves of a store.Photograph by Fabio Lovino/HBOFinally, they end up at a swank oceanside club, where Jaclyn is fully down to rally. “What happens in Thailand, stays in Thailand,” she declares, though something tells me that’s not quite true. Anyway, all she meant is that, “We’re not dead yet. We can still be young, and hot, and fun.” Valentin and his Russian bros, Alexi and Vlad, have all arrived at the club for the very purpose of making the ladies feel as such. Alexi, for instance, shows off a snake tattoo that starts on his bicep and “goes all the way down.” The gigantic Vlad, wearing a patterned bucket hat and a black t-shirt with giant, gold sequin angel wings plastered to the front, assures them, “We know how to make fun.”Speaking of Songkran, it’s also the night of the Full Moon Party, which means the Ratliffs, Chelsea, and Rick are all aboard Chloe and Greg’s yacht. (Is it the same one Tanya died on after shooting three evil gays dead? If so, dark.)Rick and Chelsea are having their own morbid conversation—though it’s something of a breakthrough for the couple when Rick finally opens up. While Chelsea is still that terrified something awful is going to happen to her, given that “bad things happen in threes,” and she’s already experienced two with the snake bite and the robbery (“death is coming for me,” on some “Final Destination shit,” she warns), Rick is still hung up on Jim Hollinger—who, he confesses, is the man who killed his father. “I never knew my father,” Rick tells Chelsea. “He was a do-gooder. He came to Thailand to help people. He was trying to help these locals keep a shitty American from stealing their land. My father was here trying to do the right thing, and one day he disappeared, and they never found him.” He knows that Jim is responsible, he says, because his mother—who died of an overdose when Rick was ten, if you’ll recall—told him. Jim now owns both the White Lotus hotel and “half of fucking Thailand.” And Rick is dead set on heading to Bangkok to find him.Photograph by Fabio Lovino/HBO“Is this a bit, you killed my father, prepare to die, kind of?” Chelsea asks Rick. It’s a fair question. Rick doesn’t have a satisfactory answer for her but says that he just needs to look Jim in the eyes and tell him how he “ruined [Rick’s] fucking life from day one.” Chelsea knows Rick won’t just talk to Jim but do something worse, and has an uneasy feeling about the situation. But despite her protests, Rick goes to Bangkok, as we see him at the airport later—he also phones a friend, saying he needs an ominous “favor.”Timothy Ratliff, meanwhile, is staring down the barrel of his own mortality—both literally and metaphorically, as his whole way of life is now threatened by his bad deal with Kenny Nguyen. Now fully addicted to his wife’s pills (that didn’t take long), he’s drinking his problems away at the yacht party to the point of maudlin incapacitation. Despite putting on a brave face for his family, the cracks are starting to show (earlier, while totally distracted, he accidentally flashed them all in the show’s second male full-frontal moment). On the boat, he cradles Piper’s face in his hands, sentimentally realizing how important his family is to him.There’s a surreal moment in which Timothy and Greg interact at the bar; Timothy tells Greg (who is going by “Gary,” don’t forget) that he’s heard “anyone who moves to Thailand is either looking for something or hiding from something.” Greg, who we know is, in fact, in hiding, insists that he just wanted to escape “the rat race” by moving to his Thai mansion on the hill. Timothy forlornly says he’s “just on vacation with my family,” still adding a foreboding “but you never know.”Photograph by Fabio Lovino/HBOWe do know that Piper is hiding a secret of her own, which she plans to reveal at dinner with her family. But she can hardly get to the point—that the thesis this entire trip is based on doesn’t exist and that she’s planning to stay at the monastery—because Timothy keeps leaving the table. He gets his phone back from Pam and learns of his fate: Kenny Nguyen didn’t kill himself like he said he was going to, but instead fully cooperated with the feds. This is bad for Timothy, who is still flitting between the denial and bargaining stages of grief. “If I plead guilty [for embezzlement and fraud]...I can never work in finance again,” he tells his lawyer, who bluntly informs him: “Tim, that’s the least of your problems.” His assets have probably already been frozen, he might lose his house (making Victoria’s dream last episode all the more prescient), and he’s facing at least a few months in federal prison. “I would rather fucking die,” Timothy says. “What am I supposed to tell my family? We’re fucking poor, and I’m going to fucking prison?”He’s not wrong for thinking that wouldn’t exactly go well. At the dinner table, Victoria unknowingly twists the knife, calling Chloe and Greg’s yacht party a “convention for con men and tax cheats” and telling Piper she doesn’t know how lucky she is to “have a father who’s an actual Boy Scout.”The yacht party is still going, by the way—though at this point, only Lochlan, Saxon, Chelsea, and Chloe remain (I am loving Charlotte Le Bon as Chloe, by the way). There are a few young women too (ones Saxon already pointed out as prey on his creepy hunt to get Lochland laid) and now that their bald, LBH bankrollers have left the scene (some of whom “might be actual killers,” according to Victoria), everyone’s fair game.Photograph by Fabio Lovino/HBOWhere’s Greg, you ask? Oh, he’s just back at his mansion, cyberstalking Belinda on Instagram (where we get confirmation that the handsome Zion from episode one is indeed her son). Earlier in the episode, Belinda finally Googled Tanya and found out that not only is she dead, but that Greg is wanted for questioning in her very suspicious death. Hiding, indeed.Gaitok, meanwhile, is once again distracted from his post as he accompanies a dressed-up Mook to the hotel restaurant where she’s joining Sritala’s musical performance. This gives a distraught Timothy just enough time to steal the gun Gaitok was given after the robbery; as much as the too-tender Gaitok probably shouldn’t be trusted with a gun, neither should the surely suicidal Timothy. It’s a recipe for disaster we’ll have to wade into next week. For now, the tide is merely out—but especially with the full moon rising, a tsunami is definitely coming. Source link

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Sawadee Ka, and welcome back to another week in Mike White’s version of beautiful hell. The plot has been moving slowly this season, even for vacation, but episode four does build toward some more substantial plot points. If last week’s focus was on spirituality, this week’s is all about death. As those unconscious neuroses we talked about get brought to the surface, so do our characters’ fears, especially those of mortality. Let’s dive in.Of our three housewives who hate each other, Jaclyn is starting to spin out the most. Her husband, the hot, young, fellow actor she allegedly can’t keep her hands off of, isn’t picking up her calls, and at breakfast, she’s doing that thing you do when you manically try to hype up the energy so that you don’t have to face your problems. (Works every time!) When Valentin stops by the table to suggest another day of massages and yoga, she demands instead that he take them somewhere fun, “with a vibe”—but when the ladies arrive at the new hotel pool he’s sent them to, it’s Jaclyn’s worst nightmare: a “bargain hotel for retirees,” she says with disdain. When White’s camera lingers on the pool’s aging guests, guts, flabby arms, and leathery tans, it’s meant to be grotesque, and I suppose from the viewpoint of Jaclyn—an actress whose job it is to look good, she notes—it is.Furious, she storms up to Valentin back at the hotel and demands he take them somewhere better. Even though it’s not in his job description, he promises to make it right and rides with the girls into a crowded part of town, where he drops them off to shop while he fetches his friends to join the party. They notice the townspeople—mostly children—are all carrying water guns, which he reassures them is just part of the Songkran Festival aka the Thai New Year. When Kate condescendingly pats a little girl on the head, though, they become the targets of a gang of water-gun-toting children who totally humble our housewives by spraying them until they’re sopping wet and hiding behind the shelves of a store.Photograph by Fabio Lovino/HBOFinally, they end up at a swank oceanside club, where Jaclyn is fully down to rally. “What happens in Thailand, stays in Thailand,” she declares, though something tells me that’s not quite true. Anyway, all she meant is that, “We’re not dead yet. We can still be young, and hot, and fun.” Valentin and his Russian bros, Alexi and Vlad, have all arrived at the club for the very purpose of making the ladies feel as such. Alexi, for instance, shows off a snake tattoo that starts on his bicep and “goes all the way down.” The gigantic Vlad, wearing a patterned bucket hat and a black t-shirt with giant, gold sequin angel wings plastered to the front, assures them, “We know how to make fun.”Speaking of Songkran, it’s also the night of the Full Moon Party, which means the Ratliffs, Chelsea, and Rick are all aboard Chloe and Greg’s yacht. (Is it the same one Tanya died on after shooting three evil gays dead? If so, dark.)Rick and Chelsea are having their own morbid conversation—though it’s something of a breakthrough for the couple when Rick finally opens up. While Chelsea is still that terrified something awful is going to happen to her, given that “bad things happen in threes,” and she’s already experienced two with the snake bite and the robbery (“death is coming for me,” on some “Final Destination shit,” she warns), Rick is still hung up on Jim Hollinger—who, he confesses, is the man who killed his father. “I never knew my father,” Rick tells Chelsea. “He was a do-gooder. He came to Thailand to help people. He was trying to help these locals keep a shitty American from stealing their land. My father was here trying to do the right thing, and one day he disappeared, and they never found him.” He knows that Jim is responsible, he says, because his mother—who died of an overdose when Rick was ten, if you’ll recall—told him. Jim now owns both the White Lotus hotel and “half of fucking Thailand.” And Rick is dead set on heading to Bangkok to find him.Photograph by Fabio Lovino/HBO“Is this a bit, you killed my father, prepare to die, kind of?” Chelsea asks Rick. It’s a fair question. Rick doesn’t have a satisfactory answer for her but says that he just needs to look Jim in the eyes and tell him how he “ruined [Rick’s] fucking life from day one.” Chelsea knows Rick won’t just talk to Jim but do something worse, and has an uneasy feeling about the situation. But despite her protests, Rick goes to Bangkok, as we see him at the airport later—he also phones a friend, saying he needs an ominous “favor.”Timothy Ratliff, meanwhile, is staring down the barrel of his own mortality—both literally and metaphorically, as his whole way of life is now threatened by his bad deal with Kenny Nguyen. Now fully addicted to his wife’s pills (that didn’t take long), he’s drinking his problems away at the yacht party to the point of maudlin incapacitation. Despite putting on a brave face for his family, the cracks are starting to show (earlier, while totally distracted, he accidentally flashed them all in the show’s second male full-frontal moment). On the boat, he cradles Piper’s face in his hands, sentimentally realizing how important his family is to him.There’s a surreal moment in which Timothy and Greg interact at the bar; Timothy tells Greg (who is going by “Gary,” don’t forget) that he’s heard “anyone who moves to Thailand is either looking for something or hiding from something.” Greg, who we know is, in fact, in hiding, insists that he just wanted to escape “the rat race” by moving to his Thai mansion on the hill. Timothy forlornly says he’s “just on vacation with my family,” still adding a foreboding “but you never know.”Photograph by Fabio Lovino/HBOWe do know that Piper is hiding a secret of her own, which she plans to reveal at dinner with her family. But she can hardly get to the point—that the thesis this entire trip is based on doesn’t exist and that she’s planning to stay at the monastery—because Timothy keeps leaving the table. He gets his phone back from Pam and learns of his fate: Kenny Nguyen didn’t kill himself like he said he was going to, but instead fully cooperated with the feds. This is bad for Timothy, who is still flitting between the denial and bargaining stages of grief. “If I plead guilty [for embezzlement and fraud]...I can never work in finance again,” he tells his lawyer, who bluntly informs him: “Tim, that’s the least of your problems.” His assets have probably already been frozen, he might lose his house (making Victoria’s dream last episode all the more prescient), and he’s facing at least a few months in federal prison. “I would rather fucking die,” Timothy says. “What am I supposed to tell my family? We’re fucking poor, and I’m going to fucking prison?”He’s not wrong for thinking that wouldn’t exactly go well. At the dinner table, Victoria unknowingly twists the knife, calling Chloe and Greg’s yacht party a “convention for con men and tax cheats” and telling Piper she doesn’t know how lucky she is to “have a father who’s an actual Boy Scout.”The yacht party is still going, by the way—though at this point, only Lochlan, Saxon, Chelsea, and Chloe remain (I am loving Charlotte Le Bon as Chloe, by the way). There are a few young women too (ones Saxon already pointed out as prey on his creepy hunt to get Lochland laid) and now that their bald, LBH bankrollers have left the scene (some of whom “might be actual killers,” according to Victoria), everyone’s fair game.Photograph by Fabio Lovino/HBOWhere’s Greg, you ask? Oh, he’s just back at his mansion, cyberstalking Belinda on Instagram (where we get confirmation that the handsome Zion from episode one is indeed her son). Earlier in the episode, Belinda finally Googled Tanya and found out that not only is she dead, but that Greg is wanted for questioning in her very suspicious death. Hiding, indeed.Gaitok, meanwhile, is once again distracted from his post as he accompanies a dressed-up Mook to the hotel restaurant where she’s joining Sritala’s musical performance. This gives a distraught Timothy just enough time to steal the gun Gaitok was given after the robbery; as much as the too-tender Gaitok probably shouldn’t be trusted with a gun, neither should the surely suicidal Timothy. It’s a recipe for disaster we’ll have to wade into next week. For now, the tide is merely out—but especially with the full moon rising, a tsunami is definitely coming. Source link

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Sawadee Ka, and welcome back to another week in Mike White’s version of beautiful hell. The plot has been moving slowly this season, even for vacation, but episode four does build toward some more substantial plot points. If last week’s focus was on spirituality, this week’s is all about death. As those unconscious neuroses we talked about get brought to the surface, so do our characters’ fears, especially those of mortality. Let’s dive in.Of our three housewives who hate each other, Jaclyn is starting to spin out the most. Her husband, the hot, young, fellow actor she allegedly can’t keep her hands off of, isn’t picking up her calls, and at breakfast, she’s doing that thing you do when you manically try to hype up the energy so that you don’t have to face your problems. (Works every time!) When Valentin stops by the table to suggest another day of massages and yoga, she demands instead that he take them somewhere fun, “with a vibe”—but when the ladies arrive at the new hotel pool he’s sent them to, it’s Jaclyn’s worst nightmare: a “bargain hotel for retirees,” she says with disdain. When White’s camera lingers on the pool’s aging guests, guts, flabby arms, and leathery tans, it’s meant to be grotesque, and I suppose from the viewpoint of Jaclyn—an actress whose job it is to look good, she notes—it is.Furious, she storms up to Valentin back at the hotel and demands he take them somewhere better. Even though it’s not in his job description, he promises to make it right and rides with the girls into a crowded part of town, where he drops them off to shop while he fetches his friends to join the party. They notice the townspeople—mostly children—are all carrying water guns, which he reassures them is just part of the Songkran Festival aka the Thai New Year. When Kate condescendingly pats a little girl on the head, though, they become the targets of a gang of water-gun-toting children who totally humble our housewives by spraying them until they’re sopping wet and hiding behind the shelves of a store.Photograph by Fabio Lovino/HBOFinally, they end up at a swank oceanside club, where Jaclyn is fully down to rally. “What happens in Thailand, stays in Thailand,” she declares, though something tells me that’s not quite true. Anyway, all she meant is that, “We’re not dead yet. We can still be young, and hot, and fun.” Valentin and his Russian bros, Alexi and Vlad, have all arrived at the club for the very purpose of making the ladies feel as such. Alexi, for instance, shows off a snake tattoo that starts on his bicep and “goes all the way down.” The gigantic Vlad, wearing a patterned bucket hat and a black t-shirt with giant, gold sequin angel wings plastered to the front, assures them, “We know how to make fun.”Speaking of Songkran, it’s also the night of the Full Moon Party, which means the Ratliffs, Chelsea, and Rick are all aboard Chloe and Greg’s yacht. (Is it the same one Tanya died on after shooting three evil gays dead? If so, dark.)Rick and Chelsea are having their own morbid conversation—though it’s something of a breakthrough for the couple when Rick finally opens up. While Chelsea is still that terrified something awful is going to happen to her, given that “bad things happen in threes,” and she’s already experienced two with the snake bite and the robbery (“death is coming for me,” on some “Final Destination shit,” she warns), Rick is still hung up on Jim Hollinger—who, he confesses, is the man who killed his father. “I never knew my father,” Rick tells Chelsea. “He was a do-gooder. He came to Thailand to help people. He was trying to help these locals keep a shitty American from stealing their land. My father was here trying to do the right thing, and one day he disappeared, and they never found him.” He knows that Jim is responsible, he says, because his mother—who died of an overdose when Rick was ten, if you’ll recall—told him. Jim now owns both the White Lotus hotel and “half of fucking Thailand.” And Rick is dead set on heading to Bangkok to find him.Photograph by Fabio Lovino/HBO“Is this a bit, you killed my father, prepare to die, kind of?” Chelsea asks Rick. It’s a fair question. Rick doesn’t have a satisfactory answer for her but says that he just needs to look Jim in the eyes and tell him how he “ruined [Rick’s] fucking life from day one.” Chelsea knows Rick won’t just talk to Jim but do something worse, and has an uneasy feeling about the situation. But despite her protests, Rick goes to Bangkok, as we see him at the airport later—he also phones a friend, saying he needs an ominous “favor.”Timothy Ratliff, meanwhile, is staring down the barrel of his own mortality—both literally and metaphorically, as his whole way of life is now threatened by his bad deal with Kenny Nguyen. Now fully addicted to his wife’s pills (that didn’t take long), he’s drinking his problems away at the yacht party to the point of maudlin incapacitation. Despite putting on a brave face for his family, the cracks are starting to show (earlier, while totally distracted, he accidentally flashed them all in the show’s second male full-frontal moment). On the boat, he cradles Piper’s face in his hands, sentimentally realizing how important his family is to him.There’s a surreal moment in which Timothy and Greg interact at the bar; Timothy tells Greg (who is going by “Gary,” don’t forget) that he’s heard “anyone who moves to Thailand is either looking for something or hiding from something.” Greg, who we know is, in fact, in hiding, insists that he just wanted to escape “the rat race” by moving to his Thai mansion on the hill. Timothy forlornly says he’s “just on vacation with my family,” still adding a foreboding “but you never know.”Photograph by Fabio Lovino/HBOWe do know that Piper is hiding a secret of her own, which she plans to reveal at dinner with her family. But she can hardly get to the point—that the thesis this entire trip is based on doesn’t exist and that she’s planning to stay at the monastery—because Timothy keeps leaving the table. He gets his phone back from Pam and learns of his fate: Kenny Nguyen didn’t kill himself like he said he was going to, but instead fully cooperated with the feds. This is bad for Timothy, who is still flitting between the denial and bargaining stages of grief. “If I plead guilty [for embezzlement and fraud]...I can never work in finance again,” he tells his lawyer, who bluntly informs him: “Tim, that’s the least of your problems.” His assets have probably already been frozen, he might lose his house (making Victoria’s dream last episode all the more prescient), and he’s facing at least a few months in federal prison. “I would rather fucking die,” Timothy says. “What am I supposed to tell my family? We’re fucking poor, and I’m going to fucking prison?”He’s not wrong for thinking that wouldn’t exactly go well. At the dinner table, Victoria unknowingly twists the knife, calling Chloe and Greg’s yacht party a “convention for con men and tax cheats” and telling Piper she doesn’t know how lucky she is to “have a father who’s an actual Boy Scout.”The yacht party is still going, by the way—though at this point, only Lochlan, Saxon, Chelsea, and Chloe remain (I am loving Charlotte Le Bon as Chloe, by the way). There are a few young women too (ones Saxon already pointed out as prey on his creepy hunt to get Lochland laid) and now that their bald, LBH bankrollers have left the scene (some of whom “might be actual killers,” according to Victoria), everyone’s fair game.Photograph by Fabio Lovino/HBOWhere’s Greg, you ask? Oh, he’s just back at his mansion, cyberstalking Belinda on Instagram (where we get confirmation that the handsome Zion from episode one is indeed her son). Earlier in the episode, Belinda finally Googled Tanya and found out that not only is she dead, but that Greg is wanted for questioning in her very suspicious death. Hiding, indeed.Gaitok, meanwhile, is once again distracted from his post as he accompanies a dressed-up Mook to the hotel restaurant where she’s joining Sritala’s musical performance. This gives a distraught Timothy just enough time to steal the gun Gaitok was given after the robbery; as much as the too-tender Gaitok probably shouldn’t be trusted with a gun, neither should the surely suicidal Timothy. It’s a recipe for disaster we’ll have to wade into next week. For now, the tide is merely out—but especially with the full moon rising, a tsunami is definitely coming. Source link

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: NEW Morphe x Jaclyn Hill 35 Shade Eyeshadow Palette Full Size.

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Honourable Mentions

Brittani’s Backstage Shot

Alexandria’s Backstage Shot

Nicole’s Backstage Shot

Molly’s Bee Shot

Dalya, Jaclyn and Dominique’s Wonderland Shot

Jaclyn’s Crazy Fashion Shot

Hannah’s Landfill Shot

Alexandria’s Landfill Shot

Alexandria’s Camel Shot

Brittani’s Camel Shot

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5. Jaclyn’s Crazy For Fashion Shot

Jaclyn went balls to the wall in this photoshoot and it paid off with one of the most memorable shots of the cycle. She looks legitimately insane! The craziness in her eyes, the messy joker makeup, the way she’s posing to show off the accessories, everything is just spot on. Jaclyn did everything I wanted and more in this picture!

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Believe in yourself like Jaclyn does!  

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I've always wondered, why did you place Kasia 3rd in your model ranking of cycle 16? You really seemed to like Hannah and Jaclyn more. Just curious.

A lot of it has to do with the fact that Kasia is a plus-size model competing against stick-thin girls. Comparatively, since they will realistically model for different markets, I thought Kasia proved more than Hannah or Jaclyn did.

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[potledomland]

Creepy ANTM Shoots: Fashion Psychos.