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ghostlynachopanda · 1 year

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Solution

a/n: I'm drowning in schoolwork. anyways,, you guys see lady Nagant?? soo happy she's finally animated. but yeah, lady Nagant and vigilante deku is the only good thing from this week. here's the last part pals, enjoy :)

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

words: 3.7k

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To say Wednesday was pissed would be an understatement. Watching Enid force you to talk to others was infuriating, even more so when you actually got along with them. Erebus started following Wednesday about a week ago after you walked out on her. He's there when it starts to get dark, when she's alone, and she isn't quite sure how to feel. He never bothers her, curling himself around her legs in a protective manner or falling into step next to her when she sneaks out. She wasn't sure what bothered her so much until she realized the warmth he gives off could've been yours. The problem was you aren't there with him. You're a coward.

Wednesday wants to despise you for what you were doing. She desperately wants to make you pay for what you've done, for what you're not doing, and for what you're making her feel. She wants you to suffer in the worst way possible by her hands. Wednesday isn't sure if she can do that though, so she'll settle with acting like she hates you. Of course, Wednesday talks to Erebus about a lot of things. The most common topic seems to be you, and what you're doing to her. What Wednesday doesn't know is Erebus tells you everything.

You had no idea what would've happened when you walked out of Wednesday's dorm room. You expected to walk away and go back to how things were before you met them. Not expecting Wednesday to start throwing glares at you and actively avoid you. You also weren't expecting Enid to get even more persistent with hanging out, this time forcing you to hang out with her friends too. Enid didn't force you to talk to anyone though, just not wanting you to be alone. For her sake, you put in slight effort into the friendships.

Enid was elated when you started talking to her. Though kind of uncommon, you were making an effort and that was enough for her. Enid had no problem filling the silence whenever you two would hang out, she seemed to always have something to talk about. She also had picked up a habit of blurting things out, random things that pop into her head at the most random times. You never minded though, that made things entertaining. It was funny to hear her say what she's craving for an afternoon snack when she was talking about nail polish just moments before.

You two were hanging out in the quad after classes were done for the day. She was talking about an argument that happened between her and Bianca. Enid suddenly went quiet, appearing to be lost in thought. "So, you gonna tell me what happened with Wednesday that night?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant about it.

"Why do you ask?" you responded with a question of your own. Not liking where this was going.

"Wednesday has been more," she paused for a moment "murder-y and gloomier than usual. A girl can only put up with so much, ya know?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize-" she cut you off

"There's no need to apologize. I just wanna know what happened to see if I can get her to stop threatening me every 5 minutes." Enid didn't care about the threats, long grown used to them by now.

She watched you closely, her eyes now almost as observant as Wednesday's. You were tenser than you were when she was talking about that fight with Bianca, a hint that things obviously didn't end well. Before you got the chance to answer she added, "Besides, you two were almost attached at the hip. She spent, like, all her free time with you. And, she wasn't bothered by you at all. Which is amazing by the way, 'cause she's bothered by like everyone."

"Oh," you nervously chuckled "yeah, well, nothing really happened. We talked and I left."

"That's it?" she inquired.

"Yeah, pretty much," you stated.

"Man, maybe something happened with her family then. Oh, can I ask why, uhh,, what's the wolf's name? The big one that's always with Wednesday."

"Erebus?"

"Yeah! That's the one! Anyways, can I ask why he's been with Wednesday so much? He hardly pays any attention to me when he's in the dorm" she pouted slightly.

"Don't worry about that. He just really likes Wednesday and throws a fit when I tell him no. I just let him go be with Wednesday whenever he wants." you explained, not wanting her to know you send him to keep her safe. You also didn't want Erebus' actions to offend her.

"Okay, yeah, that makes sense," she looks at you pointedly "send Tengoku over sometime. I'd love to hang out with him again, I'll even take him on some walks!" she exclaimed, her tone going from demanding to excited. It made you chuckle.

"Of course, I'm sure he'd love to hang out with you again. Maybe if Thing isn't too bothered you can bring him along too," you said softly, excited by the idea.

After that, the conversation goes back to being one-sided, but completely comfortable. 10 minutes pass and Enid claims she needs to go do some homework. A believable excuse on her part, so when she sees you walk out of the quad she starts to talk to her shared dorm. Enid is going to devise a plan to get you and Wednesday to talk to each other again. It might just be the last thing she does since Wednesday might actually kill her for meddling in her business, but anything is better than this.

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Enid is happy to play detective and be a mastermind. Enid's walk to the dorm is short, she needs to know more about what happened. Once she gets there she, not so gently, pushes the door open. Wednesday is sitting at her desk staring at an empty page in her typewriter. Enid decides to act unconcerned, asking her roommate, "Writer's block?"

"No, just starting a fresh page" Wednesday replies with an irritated tone, turning to look at Enid. Wednesday's eyes are sharp, if looks could kill Enid would have died multiple times. Enid decides to ignore the look, "Say, what happened that night?" Wednesday sat up a little straighter, tensing.

"What are you referring to?" There's only a slight bite to her words, it's said ever so slightly quieter than the last.

"Come on, Wednesday. Our favorite person! The only one in school who can give us our little furry friends. Although, 'little' might be the wrong word since they're both freaking huge-"

"I'm aware of who you're talking about and what you're talking about. I want to know why," Wednesday says, words sharper than her favorite knife.

"Just curious if you're the reason my fav person is all sad," that confuses Wednesday, lots of questions filling her head. You're sad? Why are you Enid's favorite person? Did something happen while she wasn't looking? Wednesday slightly shook her head to clear her thoughts before replying, "Good, now why would that have anything to do with me? You're interrupting my writing time-"

"I can't seem to shake'm out of it. I'm just worried about my friend, that's all." Enid lied through her teeth.

"It's a good thing your 'favorite' person is suffering. Now, would you shut up so-"

"So it's your fault," Enid said accusingly.

"It would be a fantastic thing if it was," Wednesday replied evenly, giving up on shaking her roommate's attention. Enid saw her roommate turn to put her typewriter away, a lengthy process Wednesday made look easy. While Wednesday was busy, Enid took a quick look at Thing. Sending him a look to see if he could possibly help her out, he shallowly bowed, trying to be discrete in his desire to help out.

A small, victorious smile pulled at Enid's lips; she could get the info she wanted now. Quickly wiping the smile off of her face when Wednesday turned around, still sitting in her desk chair. "Roomie, tell me what happened. I wanna know everything," Enid inquired, Wednesday didn't seem as murderous this time.

"Nothing happened," Wednesday said, back to her monotone voice. Thing crawled his way over to Wednesday's desk, catching her attention and making her look at him in her peripheral. Thing started signing, for both roommates to see. Enid piped up before Wednesday could.

"Yeah, you don't go from being with each other all the time to not, something had to have happened. Just tell us what happened so we can figure it out." Both Enid and Thing looking at Wednesday expectantly.

"I hate repeating myself, but I'm aware you're a little slow," Wednesday said, offending Enid. "nothing happened. We had a conversation and when it ended she left." Enid knew there was something else, she knew the conversation didn't end the way Wednesday wanted but she needed Wednesday to say it herself.

"So, what you're telling me is that our resident shadow user just decided not to speak to you, out of nowhere? Yeah, no, I don’t believe that." Enid was starting to get mad, she didn't want to keep asking questions.

"What's not to believe-" Wednesday gets cut off.

"Shade wouldn't do that without a reason-" Enid gets cut off this time.

"Shade?" Wednesday asks, when did Enid give you a nickname? Why did you let her? And why something as stupid as that?

"Yeah, Shade said it was cute so I kept it," Enid shook her head and stared pointedly at Wednesday. "Stop avoiding the question, something happened and I want to know what you did."

"Are you going to make me repeat myself for a third time?" Wednesday said in a low, threatening tone.

An exasperated huff left Enid's lips, looks like she'll have to play dirty this time. "Fine, I just wanted to try to help out my two fav people but if you want to be alone that's fine." Enid turned, walking to the door. "I don't exactly feel like being around someone willing to hurt my friends anyway," Enid said angrily, slamming the door on her way out.

Wednesday turned to look at Thing, but he wasn't on her desk anymore. She looked around the room to spot him with no luck, turning to face the big window to take some calming breaths. She realized something at that moment, it’s cold. She felt her eyes start to sting and that's when Erebus crawled out from under her bed. She didn't have the energy to greet him though, her mind has been running this past week causing her to lose sleep.

Wednesday didn't need to say anything, Erebus slowly walked over and laid his head in her lap. A comforting gesture, she hated the fact she unconsciously ran her fingers through his fur. Perhaps I'll speak to Enid tomorrow and maybe Shade too. "Erebus, do you think it would be a good idea to speak to Shade?" Wednesday asked, not expecting an answer. But when he nodded his head slightly another question popped into her head, "Do you think she'd listen to what I have to say this time?"

She saw him close his eyes, unsure if he was falling asleep or thinking. Continuing to thread her fingers through his fur while she waited, comfortable in the silence of the room. A few minutes pass, and the quiet growl and small nod Erebus made disturbed the still air. A weight settled on her chest. What if you don't listen though? Erebus knows you better than anyone else she's met. Maybe, just maybe, he's right...

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The quad had a couple of students in it, not quiet but not loud either. Last night, Erebus told you Wednesday wanted to talk to you. He didn't say about what, and that made you anxious. You haven't been actively avoiding her, but now you’re considering it. Enid had been attached to you all day, hanging out with you more often than she did before. Maybe Wednesday's threats got to be too much? What did Wednesday say to Enid? Is Enid okay- you’re thoughts are cut off by someone standing across from you.

"Is this seat taken?" You look up to find Bianca. You're unsure if she had resolved her issues with Enid yet. Sure, you've spoken to her a handful of times, but what would happen if Enid shows up and they're still mad at each other?

"No," the words come out before you reached a decision. You see something akin to satisfaction ghost across her features as she sits down across the table. It was weird, you don't know why she wanted to sit here; multiple tables are free since it's an off period for some students it's unlikely there will be more coming. She doesn't say anything, just looking at you. You've been scrutinized before, mostly by Enid and Wednesday, but this was different. You feel the need to make conversation.

"Your, uh, eyes are very pretty." a strong urge to cringe comes. That’s not how you're supposed to break the awkward silence. How is she even supposed to respond to that?

"Thank you, your eyes are pretty too," Bianca replied coolly, causing your cheeks to warm from embarrassment. That's when Wednesday walked in, immediately taking notice of the two of you alone at a table. Wednesday noticed your tinted cheeks, watching as you bashfully raised a hand to rub the back of your neck; something she learned you do to draw attention away from your facial features, usually when you’re embarrassed about something.

Wednesday felt the urge to walk over and take you from her, but she also had the urge to turn around and walk out. Both were in a battle causing her to be stuck in place, watching in horror as the two of you conversed easily. It makes her feel nauseous, an uneasy feeling settling on her chest. Why are you talking to her? Why does the conversation flow so easily? What is it about her that makes you speak so freely? Why can't you just- her thoughts are cut short by a nudge on her back.

Whipping her head around to see Erebus, half of him coming out of a shadow from the hallway. He nudged her again, more forceful with a growl that was loud enough to catch your attention. Swiftly turning your head to see what happened, seeing Erebus bare his teeth on Wednesday caused concern. Without thinking, you excused yourself and walked over to the pair. Completely missing the smirk Bianca wore and the nod she sent a hiding Enid.

"What are you doing?" a scolding question directed entirely at the wolf.

Wednesday froze, you were finally close enough that she could feel your body warmth. Something she didn't know she craved. Wednesday cleared her throat, "Everything is fine," Erebus growled again, his eyes moving back to Wednesday. A threatening look adorned his features, a look that would send most people running.

"Clearly not. I'm so sorry Wednesday, I didn’t think he'd act out like this." you refuted, stepping between them. Your frame almost completely obstructing his view of her, but he still didn’t take his eyes off her. You don’t know what's happening, Erebus wants something from Wednesday but you don’t know what it is.

Erebus and Wednesday seem to be having a staring contest around your figure, neither of them backing down. Erebus replaced his growl with a lower, more threatening one; showing even more of his teeth with his ears back. Wednesday knows he won't do anything to harm her, even if he tried you were here and would put a stop to it. She was sure you'd never let harm come to her in your presence. Wednesday didn't want to back down, but she didn't want you two to fight, "I need to speak to you,"

Erebus finally stopped his aggressive behavior, calming down enough to listen to the small conversation. You turned your head to look at her, caught off guard by what she had said and how Erebus was acting. Surprised written all across your face, "Oh, are you sure?" Wednesday wanted to slap you.

"Yes, I would prefer this conversation in private. Now, come with me," she said, making Erebus completely calm down and retreat back into the shadow. She didn’t give you a chance to reply before she grabbed your wrist and started dragging you in the direction of the woods. Oh boy, you're in trouble.

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During the walk to Wednesday's destination, you zoned out. Not exactly caring where she was taking you, just eager to get this conversation over with. You hadn't realized you reached her destination until she let go of your wrist. This whole situation makes your stomach feel like it's doing flips.

"Run away again and I'll torture you in the worst way possible," she started, threats back in full swing.

"I wouldn't expect any less," you replied.

Wednesday took a breath to calm her racing heart. The uneasy feeling settled in her stomach again, but you piped in before she could. "What do you want from me?"

She hates that question, she knows all you want is honesty. Wednesday is worried her honesty would scare you away, just like last time. Her pondering is broken by your next words, "Remember, silence is an answer too."

"I want you to stop being a coward," she speaks quickly, rushing to get it out.

"A coward?" you chuckle humorlessly. "I'm afraid I don’t understand what you mean, Addams" venom laced in your words.

"Putting others before yourself is cowardly. Stop caring about how you'll affect others, and stop making decisions for others," she said, venom is thrown right back at you.

"Listen, I didn’t come out here to argue with you" you sigh, annoyed with how this conversation is going.

"Then stop arguing and just listen to what I have to say," she replies just as annoyed.

"Fine, but do you really think I see things like that?" you asked incredulously

"No, but you should."

"Why?"

"It's ridiculous, a complete waste of time and energy," she explained as if it was the easiest thing.

"Aren't you putting me before you right now? You seemed more concerned for my feelings over anything else," you said, wanting to see if you could get to the root of why she was here.

"No, I'm simply acting to get what I want," she responded, voice even.

"And what is it exactly that you want?"

"From my understanding of my classmates, for some odd reason, enjoy being around you. They might not get the warmth scale you have, but they enjoy your presence. Enid is a prime example, she's been grossly more positive after meeting you." that made you pause. You hadn't really been paying much attention to the others. More focused on keeping to yourself. You figured Enid was the same, just accommodating your silence.

"Is that true?" you asked, not believing what she said.

"I don't lie unless it's for personal gain. Another example would be earlier, Bianca sat with you rather than at one of the empty tables." you feel the need to sit down. This new information has your head spinning.

"Is it true for you?" you can't keep the hopefulness out of your voice. It's quiet, one of the softest things Wednesday has ever heard. But it made her pause, should she tell the truth? Erebus said you would listen this time.

"Yes, not once have I been tired of you." shock covers your features before joy does, all muted but it's there. Wednesday wouldn’t say, but she likes the look of joy on your face; especially when she's the reason. That same despondent look taints your face, the same one you gave her when you worked on the project together for the first time.

"Has it affected you?" you asked cautiously as if you were afraid of the answer. Wednesday isn't sure what you're referring to, but her answer will be the same regardless.

"Not in the way you think,"

"How so?" you're worried now, all your prior happiness is completely gone. Replaced with worry for Wednesday. Unintentionally taking a step back, as if physical distance will give back the warmth you stole. There are a couple things Wednesday absolutely despises, one of them is talking about her feelings, especially to someone alive and responsive.

"In the beginning it was irritating, not knowing what I was feeling. It has nothing to do with your 'lack of warmth'," she takes a step calculated step toward you. "I still don't know what the feeling is, but the one that came when you walked away was worse. I know, for certain, as long as it's you I won't mind." she finishes, taking that last step into your personal space. Your eyes are frantically searching hers, looking for a hint that she's lying.

Wednesday's heartbeat is loud, silencing the sound of rustling leaves. She waits, hoping she said the right thing. It takes a couple moments for your face to relax, looking at her with the softest eyes to date. She releases a breath she didn't know she was holding. The relief you feel at her words is enough to make you feel like crying; it comes crashing down on you but also lifts a weight off your chest.

"Thank you, Wednesday." The words are breathy, soft, and so quiet Wednesday almost didn’t hear. These words were the only ones you were able to get out. Wednesday didn’t need words to understand, she felt the same relief. She's relieved to finally be able to be in your presence, without interruptions or distracting thoughts. She's relieved that you didn't walk away, relieved Erebus was right.

"Will you sit here with me? I don't want to go back just yet," you said, looking down at your shoes, cheeks painted a pretty red. Wednesday didn't need to think before answering, "Of course,"

Settling down on the grass, sitting close enough that your fingers almost brush. Close enough to feel the body warmth from the other. A quiet, comfortable air surrounds the two of you; as if you're in your own little bubble. Soaking in one another's presence, looking forward to more moments like these. Wednesday breaks the silence, her words somehow making the moment more emotional,

"You're warm."

tags: @alexkolax @rainbow-love4ever @o638

#wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair

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yonemurishiroku · 11 months

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ELABORATE MORE ON LITTLE MERMAID AU????

Uhm... I... don't have anything...?

😭😭😭 I'm so sorry omg it was just a whim and the only thought i had was like omg Bianca sounds like Ariel minus the falling in love part so I just ajdajsdhak went with it. I absolutely had no idea how the story might progress beyond whatever I posted about it.

But since you asked. Maybe I can try to provide some concepts.

The barest idea I have of this TLM AU stems from an old post about a deep-sea merman Nico - which is exactly what I decided to go with in this particular AU.

Which, ok, maybe doesn't go that well with the fact that Percy is a human. He'd probably die before sinking low enough to reach Nico.

But heyyyyyy how about we make Nico rise to the surface once in every while to wreak havoc on those who harm his sister? And Percy - the risk-taking dumbass he is - decides to jump right into the myth of a sea monster because he, well, is a dumbass?

(Told ya I have solutions for everything)

I just love the concept you know? Nico as the giant, oversized sea creature that locks himself away out of sheer grief for his sister and resentment towards the humans.

When he's at the bottom of the ocean, hugging himself and weeping, earthquakes stem from his cries that reverberate through the seabed; his tears turn into deep, vicious currents that suck boats and ships into vortexes, sinking them.

When he rises though, the sea rages with him. It's a disaster for any ship that comes near him. Every sway of his tail sends tsunamis across the ocean. He doesn't cry but his tears still fall, drop after drop of silver that freezes the surface because he brings the coldness of the trenches with him.

I have two visions about this AU.

The first is when Percy decides to take his chance with the sea-monster-that-heralds-disasters myth. He takes a smaller boat and not unexpectedly, he falls into the water, and catches sight of Nico. He sees his glowing pale skin, the chaotic currents wrapping around him, and the dark, dark eyes that nearly suck Percy's soul into the trenches. Just this... overwhelming presence of something that's so much larger, greater than him - a mere pirate obsessed with conquering the ocean.

(Nico sees him, too, but Percy's just a human to him then, something he can't bring himself to care whether they're dead or alive)

That encounter should scare Percy off. But he loves the seas too much and risk-taking even more to back off now. He also wants to come to the bottom of this myth, because in his opinion, Nico, albeit scary, seems so sad. His sadness overflows the water, and Percy can feel it.

Percy's a dumbass, but Annabeth, his navigator, isn't. She suggests asking around, so they go to the nearest town and do just that.

Percy meets Hazel, in this case, is exactly the Witch. She's the protector of the seaside town that's the nearest to Nico's residence.

(Obviously) Hazel is Nico's sister - once a mermaid, now staying on land to shield the innocent humans that her sister loved from her brother's grief.

When the vague story that Hazel tells doesn't satisfy him, Percy says he would find out by himself. Hazel realizes that Percy's interest is genuine with such a rasp enthusiasm to learn about Nico, she entrusts her hope in him. That comes in the shape of a protection spell that might aid Percy in his journey through the despair that Nico might bestow.

And there Percy goes. He goes to Nico, under the water. He sees Nico closely for the first time and he wants to see closer. Their eyes meet. Percy gets to hear Nico's voice - the rumbles of the seabed, the whales' weeping, the tunes of undercurrent waves. They talk.

Nico after such a long time away from contact, doesn't understand how a human can dive so low and get past the barrier of his tears so many times. Although the resentment he still holds prompts him to chase Percy away with a flap of his fins a few times, he's come to question Percy's intention.

This time, Nico holds Percy in his large hands - never close to touching but enough to appear cherishing - and listens to what he has to say.

Percy's inquiry, however, sets Nico off - ("I won't kill you, but with you and your kind, the emptiness inside me would never heal") - and Percy's sent back to the surface through powerful rushing water.

The next time they meet is when Nico rises to the surface to gaze toward the faraway land and wonder what was so beautiful about the humans that managed to take Bianca away from him. The sea, in tune with Nico's grief, rages. Though, Percy has never been one to surrender a few waves.

He goes again. Without Hazel's protection though. He goes through all that natural disaster by himself to reach Nico's side. He nearly dies, of course - and he would have been if not for Nico's hands shielding him from the rain and storms. Nico's tears are dry on his face, and Percy watches them shimmering under the dark of the merman's irises from where he lays between Nico's freezing large pale fingers.

Percy's stubbornness prompts Nico to see humans in a different light.

And that's everything LMAO I'm too old for this. Yes I've just come up with all of that^^^ as I wrote. As I've said, all I have is the visions. It'd be months or years (or an eternity) until I write something ajsdhajkdas.

Hope this might entertain you even just a little tho lolol

@lukecastellanshandholder too bc I think you'd like to see this...

#nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #toa #yone rambling #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #percy jackson #merman nico #pirate percy #yone writing #hazel levesque #bianca di angelo #the little mermaid au #deep see merman nico #percico #percico prompt #percico fanfic

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nikoldragonne12 · 1 year

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Despicable Minions (DM AU) - Another dilemma approached... (Wild Knuckles)

Do you know that feeling when you've just solved one problem in your AU and eventually realized there's another, even bigger one?

I've been searching on Google lately and randomly came across this wiki site:

https://despicableme.fandom.com/wiki/Madeleine_Gru

I'm not 100% sure wheater or not is the information true but it's stated there that Wild Knuckles is Marlena's dad.

... great...

No need to be worried tough, I have a plan and I am NOT GOING TO REWRITE INFO/BACKSTORY TO WILD KNUCKLES IN MY AU! At least for now...

So, here is my solution:

If you read one of my previous posts, you'll find an information that Gru in my AU was lying about his name to look better among villains and he did the same with his connection to Henry Wilde/Wild Knuckles:

Gru's maternal grandfather had the same name and surname as Wild Knuckles but he was just some very rich guy (he wasn't a supervillain like Madeleine), unlike Gru's idol.

Also, Wild Knuckles was pretty private about his family (even Belle didn't know all his relatives - she only knew Knuckles' son and daughter-in-law through TV and the newspaper) and the fact Gru viewed him as his grandfather made him feel happier, so it was no surprise that he agreed on Gru saying in the villainous public that his grandpa is none other than Wild Knuckles.

Actually, Gru's whole family tree is a fake one made by Marlena to hide the fact who Gru's father and brother are.

Some other differences between Gru's biological grandfather and Wild Knuckles in my AU:

Gru's grandfather had black hair and blue eyes and Wild Knuckles had ginger hair and brown eyes;

Gru's grandfather didn't know his wife is a villain, Nora (Wild Knuckles' wife in my AU) was aware of it (and she was slightly connected to villainy, as well);

Gru's grandfather had a daughter and two grandsons (obviously) and Wilde Knuckles had one son (Herb) and two granddaughters (Ruby and Bianca) - I don't count Belle simply because she's not related by blood to Wild Knuckles;

Their outfits were also far way different: Gru's grandfather was an uptight man with a royalty, wealthy-like style while Wild Knuckles had much more modern-styled outfit preferences - this also includes their signature colors, which were blue (Gru's grandfather) and red (Wild Knuckles).

Feel free to ask me anything you are curious about (just don't be rude and toxic)!

See you later!

#dm #dm au #minions #the minions #minions the rise of gru #despicable minions #despicableme #wild knuckles #Wild_Knuckles #wildknuckles #gru family #marlena gru #alternative universe #au

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a-tale-of-legends · 1 year

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I wanna see more legendverse meeting their alts lmao

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I don't have many ideas atm, the Sonia and Leon one was pretty much how I see a lot of them going lmao. But! I'll entertain you with impromptu ideas lol.

Naomi isn't the one for knocking people out, she generally tries to be more friendly and ease her alt( whether it's an oc, Gloria, or an actual alternate version of herself that doesn't have to deal with all the stuff she went through) in. Carol can just as easily do this, but if they get annoyed or the alt isn't cooperating ( if this is an alternate version of themself, then that would definitely happen), they would just. Momentarily stop their soul from working to get them to a place/ person who can better deal with the alt. Again, Carol is very good at talking,but they're also not the easiest person to befriend.

Jude would choose violence cause they can't be bothered lmao. Especially towards a Serena/Calem, they literally do not give a shit. Dante is nicer, but mostly for the sake of balancing Jude out. He, too, can be a bit...snippy, though he carries himself gracefully. The sand with Ames, though tbh, I wouldn't be surprised if she would try to just. Push the alt into an ultra wormhole and hope that they get home safely. Like it would be very dumb and very bad for her to do so, but modern problems require modern solutions ( Rotom Dex and Poppy stop her before she does anything too stupid, thankfully).

Alexis would be....too fucking tired man. He'll help, obviously, but he gives off the air that he rather not. Believe it or not Elliot wouldn't choose violence unless the alts choose violence first, partly because she wants everyone to be at ease, and partly because she's making sure they don't become Eva's lab rats/j ( I kid, Eva isn't like that. But she IS curious about the alts world and who they are as people! She tends to come off strong though).

In terms of canon characters in the Legendverse, you already saw Sonia and Leon lol. Cheren and Bianca are kinda similar, though with Cheren being more of the Sonia in this situation. He's not too morbid, he's a teacher and so that natural urge to help is there, but ah. His bf has a Hoopa that is known to do the type of shit regularly so. He's kinda apathetic to most of it really. Again, this is Cheren, he has a big heart and wants to help in anyway he can. It's like he goes " damn, that's crazy. Anyway, either I knock you out to get you somewhere else confusing, or you can cooperate with us for a bit to figure out how to get you home,". He's very blunt, as you can see. The only real exception to this is if the alt happens to be a child, or someone noticeably younger than him, but I'm just assuming this is like. An alternate version of himself. Bianca is equally as used to this type of nonsense, but she's not as blunt about it.

Aaaaand yeah. That's all I can think of right now. If you want me to come up with something regarding your verse, I can try!

#r answers #legendverse

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howtotrainyouragents · 1 year

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Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Titan's Curse by Rick Riordan

Percy joins a dangerous quest to find the missing Annabeth and goddess Artemis only to discover the end of the world may be sooner than he thought.

I was totally sane yesterday, why do these books make me so insane

I was wondering why exactly we all love Percy so much. And maybe part of it is that he feels so real. He's an underdog always fighting to be valued, his flaws are on full display. He acts the way we would in the situation. Yeah, he's funny and can be goofy, but he's also someone who's been through shit and is very serious and grounded and is just trying to find his place in the world...like a lot of kids feel. AND THEN, there's the fact he's just such a genuinely good person. Like he always befriends the loner kids, does nice things for people because they ask him to, sacrifices himself over and over his friends. He has such a good heart, he's someone I think we'd all want to be friends with

The fandom is also right in that he's also a sarcastic shit who really does just talk back to the gods

I'm thinking about Percy's fatal flaw (which is identified for the first time in this book) vs Bianca's death. Like, Nico telling him he broke his promise to protect her is about the worst thing you could ever tell Percy. Did I want him to put up more of fight against her taking down Talos? Would he have if they were closer? Does this decision effect later decisions? Idk, I'm just thinking thoughts.

Continuing my point about Percy's Hero's Journey, this book obviously reflects Hercule's story with the Nemean Lion, Erymanthian Boar, Ladon and the Golden Apples, and Atlas. Hercules is THE Greek hero, and that's why it's important in Percy's journey that he rejects Hercule's path (and the path of previous heroes in general) and decide to forge a path of his own

Which leads me to my next point. This book's themes is about how being a hero is not about doing it on your own, your own ego, or your own needs. It's about love and friendship and family and that is what is going to save the world. At the beginning fo the book, Percy is failing a lot, trying to do things on his own. He's jealous of Thalia and the others. But what Percy excels at is saving his friends, working together, leading. He becomes the bait for the skeleton soldiers to save his friends. He puts himself in danger constantly and comes up with solutions to protect his friends. He cares for his friends' feelings. He protects Bessie. He sacrifices himself and chooses to be the child of the prophecy to protect Nico. This is what Percy is best at. This is the kind of hero he is

Perceabeth has a fanatastic explanation on how this book is about love (Sally and Paul, Annabeth and Percy, Dionysus and Ariadne, Zoe and Hercules) and I love it so very much and agree

Continuing my point about the five-book arc: This book is definitely the turning point. Percy's comfortable with the mythical world, his skills, his powers now, and now he has to push himself in new ways, esp emotionally and mentally, to level up. We also see the pieces on the chessboard, Thalia, Nico, Bessie, Mount Tam are clashing together for the first time and creating repercussions. We're still a bit away from the final showdown, but we can see the battle on the horizon. This book is so much more serious and signals what's to come next

I really love how Aphrodite is used here to explore Percy and Ananbeth's growing relationship. Like Percy/the writing are not the type to sit and wax about feelings. Instead we see the Hunters representing the anxiety about their relationship as they grow up. The scarf of Aphrodite showing how much Annabeth thinks about him as he does her. Aphrodite interrupting the quest to call out Percy on why he's really doing this. Aphrodite calling it what it is, a love story.

I mean, Bianca's death is devastating, but I do really like how it's because of an act of love, you know? Like even if she doesn't want the responsibilities of taking care of Nico, she of course loves him . She takes the Hades figurine, knowing she shouldn't, because she loves him and wants him to be happy. I just...I can't fault her

So, I'm not sure how much we talk about this, but I think prophecies will always be fulfilled but they can be fulfilled in multiple ways. Like, there's different ways the "land without rain" gets applied and there's different people who's parent tries to kill them, and it's because of them trying to reason with the prophecy, even prevent it, that the events happen the way they do

In other news, I think this book has the most Olympians introduced to us? Apollo, Artemis, Athena, and Aphrodite

My favorite cover of the series (maybe along w/ TLT). It's an understated scene, but it's the scene directly tying to the theme of the book. Mr. D is calling Percy out for being like all the other heroes, and Percy must now decide if he will be or won't

My current ranking of the series: TLO>TTC>TLT>BOTL (I decided I should be nicer to it)>SOM

The battle at Camp Half Blood is foreshadowed here, and I never caught that!! They said the first step was to take out the heroes!!!

In terms of awe factor, these books have held up over the years very well. However, as a kid, having the cabin counselor meeting in the Big House around the ping pong table was so cool and all, and now as an adult, I'm like...someone get these kids a decent table and snacks lol

To answer my previous post's question, Tyson's shield does come back into play! And there's a reason I don't remember it here!

Book 2 has so many iconic scenes, but I think a lot of personal favorites are in this one, including: the Erymanthian Boar, Nereus, Hoover Dam, Smithsonian

My personal favorite scene is him choosing the prophecy for himself (imo, the book should've ended with that as the cliffhanger but I digress) because the amount of courage and love Percy has to do that is incredible. Close second is the reveal of Nico as the son of Hades. Like, I think I'm so used to him being the son of Hades now, that I forgot HOW BATSHIT INSANE THIS REVEAL WAS

I know we learn what Clarisse found on her secret mission, but I don't remember what it is (Also shoutout to PJO Riordan bc I have so much faith that the little references he drops do matter, whereas in the latter series I read, I don't have that same confidence)

Speaking of reference, Nico talks about resurrecting the dead early on, ooohhh~

Percy Jackson bought a toy rat from a rundown store in a rundown town in the middle of nowhere in the middle of a very dangerous quest just because he felt bad for the store clerk, and that is why he is better than all of us

#pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #the titan's curse #ttc #agent book reactions #agent h #book review #ya book review #the only reason I am not more insane about bts is bc I’m already insane about my number one boy Percy Jackson #I accurately spotted BOTL in 2-second bg shot of Abbott Elementary (Zoo Balloon) that's how insane I am

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What types of music do Frankie and Jay listen too? or if they don’t, what other things are they interested in? 💓

Thank you, dear anon, for the question! It's a really difficult one because I feel like I have no idea, with my European background, what two 40+ American ex-soldiers from the south would listen to. I'm thinking old school rock, or like 70's through 90's rock, and country, but that's probably a stereotype. I haven't really put them down as music lovers as such, they'll listen to whatever comes on the radio. Frankie can't carry a tune. Or was it Jay? I can't remember anymore.

Jay obviously is very dedicated to working out. She's an active and energetic person who likes spending time outdoors. Before the kids, she and Frankie weren't strangers to the local hiking trails. Frankie is more of an indoor person, especially after the kids arrived and he resigned from the military. He loves chilling at home but also making himself useful at home. His dad is a carpenter so he's been taught from a very early age to build and fix stuff. He likes it when he can do small repairs and come up with solutions to different problems around the house.

I'll let you in on a secret: after Always You, they use the money from South America to buy a house in the country, a fixer-upper, and they renovate it while also whipping the garden into shape, and start growing vegetables. They don't have to work anymore, obviously, and the kids are still small (Alma is almost five and Bianca under a year) so they just love being present parents and (re)build their future together <3 It's exactly what they need after the tough times of Jay being pregnant with Bianca while Frankie was doing drugs, and the time after when they found their way back to each other. Those years are some of the happiest in their life, just focusing on fixing the house and the garden, working together from early morning to late night taking care of their daughters and creating a home. It's a rare opportunity and something they'll always look back on with great fondness and gratitude.

#asks #fic asks #frankie x lady #anon asks

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HC+ The Things She first noticed about Bernard

The biggest thing that drew her to him in the beginning was his sense of conviction. He was shy, obviously, but spoke up when he felt it was important and didn't let his nerves or superstitions stop him from doing what needed to be done.

Long before they teamed up, when Bianca showed up late to a society meeting, he would create a diversion by knocking something over or spilling cleaning solution on the chairman's shirt. He wouldn't admit to doing it on purpose, but he never seemed quite as clumsy any other time.

#the rescuers #the rescuers down under #miss bianca #bernard #disney #headcanon

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Entertainment Spotlight: Bianca Bosch, The Kissing Booth 2

Bianca made her feature film debut in Netflix’s global hit franchise The Kissing Booth as the flirtatious and fun-loving Olivia, leader of The OMG’s, which she reprised in The Kissing Booth 2. She will next appear in the third installment of the franchise—The Kissing Booth 3, slated to debut in 2021. Born and raised on the eastern cape of South Africa, Bianca started ballet at just four years old and trained and competed in high-level contemporary dance until she was 19. A small role in a production of Evita solidified her passion for bringing characters to life, which she followed to The New York Film Academy and the American Academy of Dramatic Arts. Bianca is passionate about giving back to her local communities in St. Frances Bay and Port Elizabeth, South Africa, and hopes to inspire women of all ages and from all walks of life to go after their dreams and heal those who need it, with strength, wisdom, and empathy.

What do you find exciting about portraying Olivia?

When people first meet me, they always sum me up as the bubbly, dramatic, ditzy blonde, and don’t anticipate my intellectual aptitude. They also soon realise that I’m super laid back, easy-going, and value a great sense of humour. Many people always say my exterior doesn’t match the interior. With portraying Olivia, I got to push those qualities that people assume I am at face value, as well as those mannerisms that come naturally to me, but are actually far from who I really am. It was so much fun living in that heightened, exaggerated bubble.

Can you tell us anything about Olivia’s development between the first and third installments of The Kissing Booth?

Being the “it girl” of the school, Olivia knows all the gossip going down and will not let any information slip past her because she is the ring leader, and has to have a first peek at any potential. As the story evolves, you see a softer, more supportive side to her, for example, when she cheers on Ollie and Miles as they have their first kiss at the kissing booth.

Which character from The Kissing Booth do you personally identify with most, and why?

I identify mostly with Elle. Navigating relationships can be hard and confusing, especially when the person you love lives far away. Having faith in your relationship and in yourself is important, but not always easy. I have been through those doubts and dilemmas. At the end of the day, communication and respect are vital to making a long-distance relationship work.

Alongside acting, you train in Vinyasa Yoga and Reiki, while also running a lighting/interior design business called MOODMAKERS. How do you cope with wearing so many hats?

I’ve got to keep up with my lifestyle somehow! Obviously, with acting, you’re not always employed and shooting. You might constantly be auditioning, but it’s been said that you book 1 in 25 auditions—so in between, someone has to pay the bills! Why not incorporate jobs that are already a part of my daily routine and always will be?! Plus, I find that the busier I am, the more I actually get done. Educating and practicing Reiki and Vinyasa yoga are more hobbies than jobs for me; plus, they all coincide with wellbeing and creativity.

Do you have any advice for young women who would like to become entrepreneurs themselves?

You have to think about your individual strengths and potentially use those to fill a gap in the market by providing a good or service. In my case, it was a product, in the form of a portable light. The opportunity in South Africa was the inconvenience of load shedding, which refers to rolling blackouts that occur due to the lack of electricity in our country. My father is an interior designer, so being surrounded by design my whole life sparked the idea to provide a stylish solution with portable, rechargeable lamps.

How do your experiences as a dancer influence your acting work?

I feel very in tune with my body, and every character needs their own physicality. So it helps me to sink into and develop the character’s mannerisms. Not only is it great for keeping correct alignment while staying physical, but also it provides discipline through general practice.

You engage in charity work in your hometown, can you tell us a bit about that?

Well, recently, with COVID-19, volunteer work has changed with social distancing in place. I believe charity starts at home, and home for me is in Saint Francis Bay. So, we’ve shifted focus to the local townships’ impoverished areas. We coordinated and prepared meals once a week and delivered them to the local soup kitchen for as many residents as possible. After going there each week and seeing the living conditions, and how excited these families were for their meals, I felt guilty but also so appreciative to come home and live the life I do.

How do you practice being an ally, and what does your allyship mean to you?

It means being a part of something bigger than yourself. My mission statement is to inspire young girls to go after their dreams, not only through my own actions and successes but also by mentoring them in person where possible. Being an ally also means being committed to educating myself on struggles that differ from my own experience and standing up for others in unjust situations.

How can mental and physical wellbeing and self-care help to sustain creative work?

I think physicality, mental health, and self-care are as vital as working on your acting skills. This career path takes dedication and perseverance. Keeping grounded in the madness and focused on your goal is crucial. This industry is tough on your body, especially when you’re working long hours on set or doing back-to-back night shoots. It’s not the usual 9-5 job. Plus, you want to be looking and feeling your best for the camera. You need to promote wellbeing for concentration and maximum performance. Having irregular sleeping patterns due to shooting schedules throws off your circadian rhythm, which can have a huge effect on your adrenals, which ultimately affects your skin, moods, and weight. You want to feed your body with the best nutrients, so when the tough times come, your immune system holds up strong. I generally tend to stick to a gluten-free + dairy-free diet and pump my body with loads of greens! Lean proteins and healthy fats! It’s so hard to say no to sugars, so when desperate, I try to go towards the natural sugars (honey, xylitol, etc.), because if I don’t, it results in inflammation and feeling sluggish. Also, I recommend loads of water to promote glowing skin and avoid water retention! Although this might all be beneficial for aesthetic reasons, it’s also preserving your body long-term for your career! Mental health is highly important, as this industry is mentally taxing when it comes to confidence and self-love. I practice meditation every day to promote self-worth and to help me stay grounded.

Describe each of the following in one word: who you are, what you value the most, and what you’d be if you were a food item.

Who you are - Firecracker

What you value most - Family

What you’d be if you were a food item - Peach

Thanks for taking the time, Bianca! The Kissing Booth 2 is now streaming on Netflix.

#entertainment spotlight #bianca bosch #the kissing booth 2

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how different do u think things wouldve been if bianca never joined the hunters and died 🤔

this has been in my ask box for a few days, and i’m really sorry about leaving your message in here for so long!

No, I’m just kidding. Honestly, I think a lot of things would be different.

I feel like the main purpose of Bianca dying was really more to do with Nico’s character development & conflicts. She didn’t actually play that huge of a role in Titan’s Curse, but she obviously played a humongous role in Nico’s life, actions, and choices.

If she hadn’t joined nor died, I feel like Nico would, for one, be a little more mentally stable. He wouldn’t have to feel like he’s alone in the world because he still has his sister. However, I think that if he were to somehow remember his mother & her death, this may lead him to having a more negative outlook on his life. But, even then, I feel like Bianca was just his kind of grounding to the world. And there’s no telling that he would find out about Maria’s death, so maybe he would never know.

I think Bianca’s death is a driving factor more for Nico than really anything else. And we know that Nico plays a huge role in all three series because he knows so much about everything. I think that knowledge about all the stuff about so many different pantheons and about solutions to problems (ex. dipping Percy in the River Styx, leading everyone to the House of Hades, etc.) had a lot to do with how alone he was in the world. As a rogue demigod, he discovered a lot of things. If Bianca hadn’t died, I don’t know if he would have gone rogue. Or maybe even both of them would have. We wouldn’t really know.

But at the same time, who’s to say that Nico couldn’t have figured out all that stuff even if Bianca were alive? Maybe he’d get Bianca to join him in traveling through this strange new demigod world and the two would figure out all this new information and discover solutions together. The only difference would be that Nico wouldn’t be as alone.

But it also isn’t just about Nico - if Bianca hadn’t gone to the Hunters, I wonder how she would feel. If she was never invited, then I don’t know if she’d play a large role within the plot itself or not. I personally don’t think it was terrible of her to join the Hunters because she was only a 12 year old - no child should have to take the burden of taking care of a younger sibling at such a young age - but at the same time I know that people have differing opinions on her leaving him, so I don’t really wanna get into that. But what I’m trying to say is that if the Hunters never asked her to join, she perhaps would have played a role with Nico as one of the underdogs. But if she was asked and rejected them, maybe she’d feel guilty? Maybe she’d get angry?

Thinking about what would have happened with Bianca not joining the Hunters is really interesting but also up to interpretation, because we don’t really know what kind of course the plot would take.

Thanks for the ask! That was really interesting to think about.

#solar-times tag #asks #nico di angelo #bianca di angelo #hunters of artemis #rick riordan #riordanverse #the titan's curse #ttc #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #house of hades #hoh #toa #trials of apollo

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lastwagontrainhopper · 3 years

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A little help goes a long way

I managed to finish this fic just in time before the end of pride, woohoo!

Summary:

"Riza sighed and put her pastry down on the table. She looked him straight in the eye.

“I thought we had agreed, Colonel,” she said slowly, “on the fact that we do not have the same taste in women.” "

Roy is determined to find someone worthy of his Lieutenant.

(aka even when Riza and Roy are not together, they're still the otp)

Words: 2997

Tags: Royai ,Sort of?, Banter, Fluff and Humor, with just the tiniest speck of angst, Friendship, Riza is gay, Roy is an ally, They Gossip

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"Other than that, I spend most of my time helping out at my father's metalworking company. Do you know Gordon Industry? "

A few seconds went by before Riza realized she had been asked a question.

She took a long sip of wine to hide her surprise and promptly turned her attention to the young man in the brown suit who stood beside her. Casually leaning against the counter of the bar, he held a glass of whiskey in his left hand, a cigarette on the other.

"No, I’m not familiar," Riza finally replied with a contrite smile. "But I have to admit that, um, metalworking isn’t really a passion of mine."

The young man’s eyebrow shot up in genuine surprise. “Really, you’ve never heard of us?”

Riza had been upfront, but obviously not enough: the boy launched into a detailed description of the business’ operations, while she leaned further into the counter as she attempted to drink her boredom away.

Around them, the air was buzzing with conversations. The bar area was dramatically overcrowded: to reach the dancefloor in the next room, one had to elbow its way through the crowd - Riza had almost dropped her drink twice already from being pushed around. A tape recorder in the opposite corner was screaming out a blaring jazz tune, and a thick cloud of cigarette smoke was already beginning to form on the ceiling.

The Labor’s Day party was certainly not the fanciest celebration of the year, but it was nevertheless one of Riza's favorites. On this day, she was truly off-duty: there was no information to gather or higher-ups to compliment, and no reports to make at the end of the night. Besides, it was a rare opportunity for the military to mix with the civilians of Central, which led to some interesting encounters.

Well, most of the time.

Riza nodded idly as the young man continued his monologue. She had exhausted her repertoire of polite ways to end a conversation: this man was either incredibly tenacious or splendidly oblivious. He had even followed her to the bar when, on the pretense of getting a drink, she had tried to sneak away! For the umpteenth time, Riza’s thoughts drifted to the gun that was strapped on her right tight – sadly not a serious solution. She sighed and rested her chin against her left hand, her elbow on the table.

"Lieutenant! "

The interjection snapped her out of her reverie immediately. She raised her head and looked over her shoulder to see the Colonel - who else - who was just emerging from the crowd.

Riza hadn't seen him since the start of the night; he liked to keep busy on this type of occasion. But he didn’t seem in the mood to party at the moment: his expression was tense and he didn't even have a drink in his hands. As the Colonel reached the bar, he placed a hand on the counter between Riza and the young man, turning his back toward him as if he hadn't noticed his presence.

"Lieutenant, we just heard back from Havoc," he told her with a tone as serious as his face. "Target's on the move; we need to go now."

It did not take Riza long to understand. Without skipping a beat, she put her drink down, grabbed her purse and let her face fall back to its usual, serious appearance.

"Got it, sir."

Roy turned around and began to walk away. She went to follow him until a hand grasped her shoulder.

"Wait!" It was the young man - of course - looking dumbfounded, as if he hadn't followed what had just happened. "Can I at least get your number?"

This time, Riza didn't bother to fake a smile. "Maybe some other time."

With that, she twisted out of his grasp and ran after the Colonel who had already disappeared into the crowd.

She caught up with him as he exited the bar and entered the larger dance room. Riza took a few deep breaths; although the guests were just as numerous, the air here didn’t feel nearly as oppressive. The Colonel kept his rapid pace until they had crossed the sea of guests dancing in the middle of the room, swirling in all directions like raging waves.

When he slowed down and finally turned toward her, Roy wasn’t even trying to hide his self-satisfied smile.

"And you're welcome," he said with a half-mocking bow, stretching out the first word.

Riza took a moment to adjust the sleeves of her dress who had slipped off her shoulders – the garment wasn’t really made for this kind of wild chase.

"You know, people are going to become suspicious if you keep doing this," she replied as they started to walk again at a much more relaxed pace. "Besides, how do you know you didn't interrupt a perfectly lovely conversation?"

Roy threw her a knowing look. "Lieutenant, don't insult me. I could sense your annoyance from across the building." They were now entering the dining room, where guests could sit on small rounds tables to enjoy the buffet - not very fancy but quite filling – that laid on the counter along the wall. He smirked, putting his hands in his pockets. "That polite face of yours wasn't fooling anyone.”

"It was certainly fooling him."

"Men see what they want to see," Roy said whimsically. He glanced behind them, then pulled Riza by the arm. "Wait, let's sit. I think the guy might be looking for you."

They swiftly sat down on the first empty table they could see. Thanks to the people standing in small groups around them, their presence was hidden from most of the room.

Riza tried to look around, but couldn’t the young man's brown suit. She went to sip her drink and realized she had left it at the bar.

She sighed. “Guess I’ll need to lay low for a while. But thanks for the help, Colonel,” she added with a rare touch of honestly.

“Always my pleasure,” he nodded slightly. “Give me just a minute.”

Roy stood up and walked toward the back of the room. A few moments later, he returned with a plate filled with some of the few ragtag dishes that had survived from the buffet, and placed it down between them.

Riza suppressed a small smile. "You don't need to keep me company, you know."

Roy shrugged, mouth already full of shrimps. “I could use a break from the networking. Plus, being seen chatting with a beautiful blonde can’t hurt my image.”

“Except everyone knows that blonde is your subordinate,” Riza answered flatly, leaving the other problem unsaid. She reached out to grab a chocolate éclair. “This isn’t even a military event, and you’re still thinking about work?”

“Military event or not, many influent figures of Central are gathered tonight. Can’t miss that opportunity.” Roy licked the butter off his fingers, a gesture that contrasted with the classy black suit he was wearing. “But while we are talking….”, he turned his attention back to her, “there is actually something I needed to tell you. I’ve received intel on a certain individual, here in the capital, which seems rather intriguing.”

Riza fell back into soldier mode in the blink of an eye, straightening up on her chair. “What is this about?”

Roy raised a hand in front of him. “Relax. It’s not about the military.”

Riza frowned. Intel about someone from Central, without it being related to their work? What else could this be about?

It took a few long seconds for the realization to hit her. Oh.

“Sir….” she began warningly, hoping she was wrong.

Roy had a smirk on his face now, like a kid trying not to laugh at its own prank. “Now that I think of it, you in particular might find this person – her - interesting.”

Riza sighed and put her pastry down on the table. She looked him straight in the eye.

“I thought we had agreed, Colonel,” she said slowly, “on the fact that we do not have the same taste in women.”

He raised his hands defensively. “I know, Lieutenant, I know. Which is why this isn’t someone that I would date.”

Riza frowned, suspicious. “How come?”

“A bit too austere for my taste,” Roy answered offhandedly. She gave him a piercing look, and he caved in with a sheepish smile. “But mostly because she wouldn’t want to date me. You, on the other hand…”

Riza ignored his comically wiggling eyebrows and went back to eating her eclair.

“Do you even know if I’m her type?” If women were her type, was what this meant.

“My trusted source tells me so.”

He grabbed an olive and popped it into his mouth before leaning forward, his forearms resting on the table. There was a playful glint in his eyes.

“She’s in her late twenties, work as an investigative journalist – so smart, without a doubt, and with a touch of boldness. According to what I’ve read of her, she seems to have her heart in the right place too - you should see what she writes about Bradley’s administration. I didn’t even think it was legal to print this kind of thing!”

Riza hummed noncommittally. So far, so good.

“And I haven’t even got to the best part,” Roy continued, raising his index for emphasis. “My trusted source tells me she has not one, but two dogs.”

Riza raised an eyebrow. “Two? Sounds like a lot to handle,” she replied, keeping her tone neutral.

He smirked. “But you’re not the type to back down from a challenge, are you, Lieutenant?”

Riza sighed. She had forgotten how persistent Roy could be when he had good intentions. “God, you sound like your sisters right now.” A doubt crossed her mind, and she narrowed her eyes at him. “Did your sisters had something to do with this?”

Roy leaned back in his chair. “She goes to the same hairdresser as Bianca,” he admitted shamelessly. “They’re friends.”

“You are impossible,” Riza said with a half-smile, shaking her head. “I’ll think about it.” Roy nodded, apparently satisfied, while she grabbed the last piece of bread from the plate. “But what about you?”

“What about me?”

“I haven’t seen you with Madeline for a while.”

“Oh, well…” Roy looked away, his expression growing more somber. “Things were starting to get too serious between us. She wanted to move in with me.”

Riza felt her teasing smile fade off. “So, you broke it off?”

“No,” he replied a bit defensively, “we had a conversation about it like mature adults. I told her how I really feel about…all of that. And she decided to end it.”

It wasn’t the first time she had heard that story. Riza felt a pang of sympathy for him. “I’m sorry about that, Colonel.”

He shrugged it off, trying to appear casual. “It’s alright. I had a feeling it would end this way.”

Around them, the crowd had begun to dissipate, as guests wandered outside to enjoy the cool night air. Riza spotted two unopened beers lying on a table nearby that was now empty and got up to get them.

"You know," she said as she sat back down, placing one of the bottles in front of Roy, "there are plenty of women who would be happy with a casual relationship, no string attached."

“Trust me, Lieutenant, I am aware,” he replied with a smirk. “And I’ve had my share of that in the past. But I’m almost thirty, now; I’m not a young man anymore.” He popped the beer cap off on the edge of the table – his favorite party trick – and took a swig. “It’s only natural to seek something a bit more meaningful, someone with which I can drop the act.”

Riza raised an eyebrow as she searched through her purse for keys. “So, you want a serious emotional relationship with none of the practical aspect? Seems to me like you want to have the cake and eat it too.” She finally founded them and opened her own beer with a flick of the wrist.

Roy frowned. “Well, you seem to manage to get exactly that. You were with Rose for what, 2 years? Without any talk of moving, marriage, kids or whatnot.”

Riza gave him a flat look. “Yes, because if we had done anything like that and someone found out, she would have lost her teaching position – and I would have risked getting kicked out of the military. That’s hardly a pleasant reason.”

“Of course,” he nodded, “you’re right. But in our case, you have to agree that it is convenient. “

Riza hummed reluctantly. It was, in a way: she never had had to reveal the real reason why she didn’t want to - or couldn’t - commit too firmly to a relationship. She was grateful for that; even among her most trusted partners, there weren't many who would have understood.

“But all is not lost!” Roy said after a moment, pulling Riza out of her thoughts. He set his bottle on the table with determination. “I have decided to try a new approach to dating, one that I think is promising.”

Riza looked at him, tilting her head with curiosity.

“I’m going incognito.”

She took a sip of beer. “Interesting. Any alias?”

He crossed his arms, musing. “Think I’ll stick to Roy. Just Roy, a simple guy looking for someone to spend the weekends with, without getting too engaged in each other lives. I’m sure some women are looking for that.”

“It will be a bit harder without your whole “Flame Alchemist” thing going on, though,” Riza notes, amused.

“I know,” he smirked, “but that’s the fun of it. You see, with my reputation, I can easily sway the most exquisite women in Central – except one, that is.“ Riza rolled her eyes at his sideways glance. “But the kind of women that are interested in me rarely is the one I’d like to end up with. In fact,” he chuckled somberly, “if someone falls for my “lazy, arrogant Hero of Ishval” persona, either they’re in it only for the prestige or they’re a terrible judge of character.”

Riza nodded slowly. “An unfortunate consequence of your strategy.” There was a short silence. Then she propped her chin in the palm of her hand, elbow on the table, and let out a teasing smile. “At any rate, I am looking forward to seeing how this will turn out. If only to know if you’re half as good as a seducer as you’ve always claimed to be.”

That made Roy laugh, throwing his head back. He looked at her with a fond expression, the type he only had after a few drinks. “You know, I’ll never get over how unfortunate it is that I’m not your type.”

She smirked. “I think it makes everything a lot simpler, actually.”

“Maybe,” he conceded. “But the best things in life rarely are the simple ones.”

Riza chuckled, and the two fell into a comfortable silence as they worked on finishing their beers. They were lukewarm, and not of the highest quality, but that didn’t matter - this was a night for familiarity and comfort, not luxury.

Suddenly, something in the room caught Roy's attention.

"Oh - I think I just saw her!" He craned his neck, looking at something behind Riza.

"Her?"

"The journalist. Come on!" Roy was already on his feet, motioning for her to get up.

Riza frowned as she pushed her chair back. "You mean she's here?"

Roy turned back toward her. "Do you think I would have told you all this if she wasn't? You underestimate my organizational skills, Lieutenant." She snorted, but let the comment slide. "By the way - have you seen what was on the news about Major Kingsman's trial?"

Riza tried to remember what she had read in the newspaper the previous Sunday. "I've skimmed through it, yes..."

"That'll do." He maneuvered between the tables, heading toward a woman who had just stopped by the buffet - or what was left of it. "Ms. Delacroix! We were just talking about you! I would like you to meet Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye - she's the subordinate I was telling you about."

The woman turned in their direction and smiled as she recognized the Colonel. Her outfit was simple but elegant, a linen shirt with a low-cut neckline and flowy black pants. Her brown hair fell down her back in a long braid, and her face was covered in freckles.

Riza felt like her jaw had just dropped. God. Did Roy even know how much she loved freckles?

The woman turned her attention to Riza as she came up beside them. "Yes, I remember! It's a pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant."

Riza suppressed her sudden urge to rearrange her hair- which must have looked atrocious, after hours in those stuffy rooms - and stepped forward to shake her hand.

"The pleasure is mine, Ms. Delacroix," she replied warmly. For once, it really was.

"So," the woman began, looking at Riza with interest, "Colonel Mustang told me you had some questions about my recent article in The Central Times?

Riza swore internally. She made a mental note to take it up with him later. "That's right," she said with a small smile. "I'm afraid I'm not an expert in the subject, but your article certainly caught my curiosity."

Before Ms. Delacroix could respond, Roy glanced over his shoulder. "I'm afraid I heard someone call my name," he chimed in, not looking the least bit sorry. "I'll leave you ladies to it."

He bid them both goodbyes, bowing his head at Ms.Delacroix, and promptly walked away.

Over the journalist’s shoulder, Riza saw him look back after a few steps. He caught her gaze and gave her a satisfied grin, mouthing something.

"You're welcome."

Riza bit down a witty retort and instead turned her attention back to Ms.Delacroix. The Colonel could wait; she had more important matters in front of her.

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10 Things I Hate About You

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1) The late 90s/early 00s were filled with contemporary adaptations of Shakespeare’s plays - Julia Stiles starred in three of those, coincidentally - but, in my opinion, none has been more iconic than 10 Things I Hate About You. It’s been over 20 years since the movie was released, and it’s certainly become a teen/rom-com classic. It’s definitely a feel-good movie, and even though it obviously had great source material to work with, it did so in such a unique and fun way. And it was kind of woke for its time, too.

Disclaimer: I am a bit afraid this whole review will turn into me taking screenshots of the movie and just writing “iconic.” You’ve been fairly warned.

Anyway, let’s get into it!

3) I really love how they managed the “show, don’t tell” technique with Kat’s introduction. Her first scene really shows who she is – a jaded, kind of rebellious teenager, who marches to the beat of her own drum. Or to the beat of Joan Jett’s drum…

She’s shown as the opposite of the other girls, but it doesn’t feel like a criticism of the other girls' more cheerful, sunny disposition. We very quickly learn what she is like, but we have yet to find out why.

4) The next characters we meet are Cameron and the school’s guidance counselor. Cameron is the new student and the guidance counselor is just…

I love her. And Allison Janney proves how talented an actress she is by making the token counselor character both memorable and unique.

5) We also meet Patrick Verona, the resident Bad Boy who had “exposed himself” in the cafeteria. Oh, Heath Ledger, you are truly missed!

6) Michael Eckman shows Cameron around and he basically delivers the token “school cliques scene”, and since I’m not American, I’ve always wondered if this is a real thing in schools? Like, are there really so many cliques that are so visually different from one another? Each group dressing in a particular style and hanging out at a specific spot? Anyhow, the cliques here are the beautiful people (or rather, the assholes), the coffee kids (?), the white Rastas (or white stoners), the cowboys (?), and the yuppies.

7) Michael’s tour gets cut short when Cameron spots Bianca, and he’s instantly infatuated with her. I’ve always found it hard to root for Cameron at first because I’m not really a fan of insta-love, and he ends up doing A LOT of shady things for a girl who he doesn’t know AT ALL. But more on that later. In fact, the movie kind of makes a point of how ridiculous it is for Cameron to be in instant-love with Bianca by having her deliver this little lecture on love:

BIANCA: Yeah, but see, there's a difference between like and love. Because I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack.

CHASTITY: But I love my Skechers.

BIANCA: That's because you don't have a Prada backpack.

Bianca clearly grows a lot over the course of the movie, but it’s clear that Cameron was in love with her appearance and not her brains or personality, which makes his quest to sweep her off her feet misguided at best.

8) And then Michael presents the main plot point…

The question then is, how is Cameron going to get the girl? It’s his quest to get a date with Bianca that creates a domino effect that brings all the characters together.

9) See what I mean? ICONIC!

And can I say that I just love Kat? Not only is she smart, but also, she didn’t take any bullshit from anyone, especially not males. She was a feminist before being a feminist was cool. And she does grow a lot.

10) Okay, two things, A) I love Mr. Morgan, and B) foreshadowing? Sort of?

11) Iconic.

12) Michael seems to have a lot of preconceptions about Bianca – and most of them were kind of accurate, at least at the start of the film. She was kind of vapid and shallow and self-absorbed. For someone who believes that Bianca is not only completely out of Cameron’s league but also not worthy, he does get very involved in trying to get Bianca to date Cameron.

13) This is one of my favorite lines in the movie, probably because it sounds a lot like Buffyspeak…

14) This is so random…

And the movie does have a lot of these little moments of slapstick comedy that almost seem to belong to a different type of movie, but for some reason, they work?

15) And this reminds me of the Veronica Mars of yore, the one I used to love…

16) We meet Cat and Bianca’s dad, and he is very overbearing at first, but he truly grows on you once you understand where all his rules are coming from. And of course, he establishes The Rule, which sets off the movie’s shenanigans – Bianca cannot date unless Kate does.

17) Bianca does prove a lot of Michael’s preconceptions right during her interaction with Cameron, who asks her out on a date, and even though he has been tutoring her she can’t remember his name and after he reminds her of it, she calls him “Curtis.” Bianca very clearly sees in Cameron the solution to her dating problem, and she very obviously manipulates him when it’s clear she’s not interested in dating him. She’ll get him to do the dirty work, and then let Joey rip the rewards. On the one hand, this is wrong. On the other hand, Cameron sort of had it coming? He was only interested in Bianca because of her looks, and he was about to manipulate Kat with total disregard for her feelings, so...

18) So Michael and Cameron set out to find a match for scary Kat. And what do you know…?

They figure the only way to convince Patrick to date Kat is by paying him, except they don’t have any money. So they turn to Joey, who gladly agrees to invest if it means this will get her Bianca.

19) Patrick and Joey strike a deal, and let me tell you, this deal never made any sense to me? Like, after some bargaining Joey agrees to pay Patrick 50 dollars? And I might be daft but how would Patrick be making a profit here? If he took her out, he’d be spending most of that on the date, making the whole thing pointless if he’s not making a profit? And Joey was supposed to be loaded, so why not offer more than that, to begin with?

20) I really love how Patrick assumed all he’d need to do was say hello and Kat would be at his feet, and she gloriously turned him down and put him in his place. He tries again the next day and he gets turns down, again. And I can’t blame her, he was acting like an entitled douchebag and assuming she’d want to jump his bones only because he was hot and asking her to go out, like that’s all it’d take.

21) And Joey gets a little bit of what’s coming to him…

22) This leads to Kat getting into an argument with her dad, making a lot of valid points…

WALTER: Is this about Sarah Lawrence? Are you punishing me because I want you to stay close to home? KAT: Aren't you punishing me because Mom left? WALTER: You think you could leave her out of this? KAT: Fine. Then stop making my decisions for me. WALTER: I'm your father. That's my right. KAT: So what I want doesn't matter. WALTER: You're 18. You don't know what you want. And you won't know what you want till you're 45, and even if you get it, you'll be too old to use it. KAT: I want to go to an east coast school! I want you to trust me to make my own choices... and I want you to stop trying to control my life just because you can't control yours!

I can see both sides of this argument, though. He wasn’t punishing her because her mom left, I think he was just afraid they’ll get hurt again and that’s why he was so overprotective. And Kat had just crashed her car on purpose, so I really don’t understand how she managed to turn the whole thing against her father?

23) Patrick renegotiates the terms of his agreement with Joey, demanding a 100 bucks per date. He can’t have had getting something for Kat as his goal at this point, but I think he was just trying to screw Joey over as much as possible, which kudos to him.

24) Michael and Cameron approach Patrick and inform him that they’re actually the masterminds behind this date-Kat plan, and they agree to help him woo her. And I get that Kat was not the most agreeable person to begin with, but it’s still very disheartening to see that literally no one considered her feelings in this whole thing? Like, all of them were so proud they were playing Joey, but she was the one getting played the worst? And Bianca even allows Cameron to go inside Kat’s room and go through all her private things? Everyone was an asshole in this movie, is all I’m saying.

25)

26) And then…

Probably in spite of herself, he managed to get through her shell a little bit.

27) Bianca finally begs her sister to go to the party so that she can go, and what do you know? Kat does have a heart after all, and she agrees to show.

28) Which leads to…

29) Kat seems very happy to see Patrick at her door, although she quickly puts the bitch rest-face back on and pretends his keeping his word and coming to get her did not affect her at all…

30) So, now that she got to the party and gets to hang out with Joey, Bianca demands her sister do not address her in public, and I’m like, wtf?! Kat then begs her to listen, and again, Bianca shrugs her off and tells her to go off and “enjoy her adolescence”, which pisses Kat off and probably hurts her, too. So she decides to enjoy her adolescence the way everyone seems to do, getting trashed and embarrassing themselves.

31) Further evidence that Bianca was, indeed, an asshole… Cameron is the reason she got to go out at all – after he pulled off this elaborate plan to get her sister a date – and she manipulated him by feigning to be interested in him, and now…

But karma is a bitch because Joey might be the most popular boy in school – god knows why! – but he’s as dull as dishwater, and she quickly finds herself regretting her decision to brush Cameron off in favor of Joey.

32) Meanwhile, Kat is truly enjoying her adolescence…

And thank god Patrick was there to catch her because if he hadn’t, I don’t think anyone would’ve helped her.

33) I really love Patrick’s pep talk to Cameron…

CAMERON: It's off, okay? The whole thing's off. PATRICK: What are you talking about? CAMERON: She never wanted me. She wanted Joey the whole time. PATRICK: Cameron, do you like the girl? CAMERON: Yeah. PATRICK: And is she worth all this trouble? CAMERON: I thought she was, but, you know, l... PATRICK: Well, she is or she isn't. See, first of all, Joey is not half the man you are. Secondly, don't let anyone ever make you feel like you don't deserve what you want.

34) And Patrick taking care of drunk Kat is the sweetest thing ever…

35) Of course, now that Bianca no longer wants to hang out with Joey and her friend leaves her high and dry, she asks Cameron for a ride home.

36) On the way home, Kat actually opens up to Patrick, a lot. She admits she’d love to play in a band, and that her father wants her to be someone she’s not – her sister. Patrick admits that he doesn’t really get what everyone sees in Bianca, and Kat delivers what’s probably the greatest compliment you could get from her…

She puts herself out there… and gets shut down. Of course, Patrick was probably feeling remorse about the way he’d gotten to know this girl and the way he’d been playing her because now that he’d gotten to know her a little bit better, he could see that behind that badass façade she was extremely vulnerable and sensitive. Kat feels rejected and humiliated, and who can blame her? He’d been relentlessly pursuing her, and now that she’d opened up to him and offered to kiss him, he’d turned her down…

Anyway, Patrick’s behavior, later on, makes no sense after the way he acted here, but more on that further below.

37) Cameron finally confronts Bianca about her manipulative behavior, and to her credit, she is honest and owns up to being selfish when he calls her on it. And I guess she finally sees he’s worth it…

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39) This exchange is so silly and hilarious?

Like, Cameron’s answer seems silly, but what type of answer was Patrick expecting? Where could she have possibly kissed him? On the knees?

40) Kat is clearly not yet over the rejection…

41) See what I mean about the jokes in this movie?

And they just look over and go on talking, as if she hadn’t just nailed her teacher on the ass with an arrow...

42) Joey goes to Patrick yet again and offers 200 dollars to get him to take Kat to the prom. Patrick tells him he’s sick of this game, and Joey ups the ante and offers him 300 dollars, which Patrick somewhat begrudgingly takes. I just would really like to know if it was at this point that he thought he’d used this dirty money to buy something for Kate. Otherwise, he was still being a jerk...

43) This scene just gives me butterflies, okay?

And as charming as he is, Kat is still not over the humiliation of putting herself out there and being rejected.

44) Cameron returns the favor and gives Patrick some very good advice, the reason for that glorious scene later on…

CAMERON: Look, you embarrassed the girl. Sacrifice yourself on the altar of dignity and even the score.

This gets Patrick thinking…

45) And I’m just going to add the video here because this whole scene is just rom-com perfection and bless Heath Ledger again, okay? And why didn’t we get more of him singing in everything he did? His voice just makes me feel things, okay?

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Seriously, how do you say no to that boy asking you to let him love you? You don’t say no, that’s how.

Same, Kat. Hard same.

46) Kat goes into detention and distracts the coach while Patrick attempts to escape out the window, and then…

And the teacher is looking directly at her tits? And while the distraction tactic worked, how was she not sent to the principal’s office? Patrick was sent to the principal’s office for “exposing himself” with a bratwurst while joking with the cafeteria lady, and Kat is literally exposing herself and she walks scot-free? Hmm.

47) Patrick and Kat have another heart to heart, and to be honest, it always melts this cold heart of mine…

PATRICK: So, what's your excuse? KAT: For? PATRICK: For acting the way we do? KAT: I don't like to do what people expect. Why should I live up to other people's expectations instead of my own? PATRICK: So, you disappoint 'em from the start and then you're covered, right? KAT: Something like that. PATRICK: Then you screwed up. KAT: How? PATRICK: You never disappointed me.

Same, Kat. SAME.

48) #SWOON

49) And this is the part that doesn’t make sense to me. They’ve just had this perfect date, and they’re growing closer, and they’ve kissed, and he clearly likes her. And the reason he didn’t kiss her after the party was that he was feeling guilty about the way he’d gotten her to go out with him and fall for him – through deception and manipulation. And now that they’re much closer and into each other, he tries very hard to get her to go to prom with him, pushing her in a way that makes her feel uncomfortable, and like, why? They’re clearly not the type of people who go to proms, so why not take Joey’s money and screw the deal? Why did he have to keep his promise? Why not be honest with Kat? Why not tell her, I like you a lot and this idiot is paying me to date you even though I’m honored to do that for free so why don’t we team up and scam him? I know the answer is “conflict”, but it’s always pissed me off.

50) Seriously, though, Cameron. Why?

51) In true teen-rom fashion, everyone needs to be paired up, right?

52) See what I mean about the jokes?

53) Loved the Dawson’s Creek reference…

Believe it or not, a lot of people thought DC was scandalous at the time. And DC was so naïve compared to its predecessors The OC or Gossip Girl…

54) Kat finally opens up to Bianca and explains why she has so many issues and why she doesn’t want to conform to high school’s social rules and expectations and stereotypical idea of “normalcy.” She’d had a less than stellar dating experience back when she was way too young and far too vulnerable with none other than Joey, who had slept with her and dumped her right after. Oh yeah, and it all happened right after her mom had left them. In an attempt to prevent the same thing from happening to her little sister, she had agreed to their dad’s rules, effectively preventing Bianca from experiencing anything on her own. It’s kind of a case of the pot calling the kettle black, considering she’d complained about the very same thing to her father.

55) Kat finally realizes she’s been unfair to her sister and decides to go to prom, to their father’s dismay. Kat even swallows her pride and actually apologizes to Patrick for questioning his motives to ask her to the prom, and he has the nerve to forgive her. Dude, you do have ulterior motives, and the girl you like is actually apologizing even though she’s done nothing wrong and you’re blatantly lying, and he doesn’t even bat an eyelash when he tells her “You’re forgiven.” I mean, I love Patrick, but still… not cool.

56) Bless Walter.

57) I guess they’re a thing, because why not?

58) And this is, among many other reasons, why I can’t hold anything against Patrick Veronica…

He got her favorite band to play in the prom.

59) Chastity is such a bitch for no reason? Like, she and Bianca were close friends, and then, all of a sudden, they aren’t? And she’s so mean to Bianca!

60) And leave it to Joey to ruin everything…

61) And I truly love that Bianca is the one to put him in his place…

62) See? He’s a good guy, he was just trying to protect his daughters the only way he knew how…

WALTER: Bianca did what? KAT: What's the matter, upset that I rubbed off on her? WALTER: No, impressed. Fathers don't like to admit it when their daughters are capable of running their own lives. It means we've become spectators. Bianca still lets me play a few innings. You've had me on the bench for years. And when you go to Sarah Lawrence I won't even be able to watch the game. KAT: When I go? WALTER: Oh, boy. Don't tell me you changed your mind. I already sent 'em a cheque

63) And I also have to include the video for this scene because it’s just… *chef’s kiss*… Julia Stiles absolutely nails this one, and it never fails to bring me to tears…

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Same, Patrick. Same.

64) And while the fact that he doesn’t immediately run after her always has me screaming, he does make up for all of it…

KAT: A Fender Strat? Is it for me? PATRICK: Yeah, I thought you could use it, you know, when you start your band. Besides, I had some extra cash, you know. Some asshole paid me to take out this really great girl. KAT: Is that right? PATRICK: Yeah, but I screwed up. I, um... I fell for her. KAT: Really? PATRICK: It's not every day you find a girl who'll flash someone to get you out of detention. KAT: Oh, God. You can't just buy me a guitar every time you screw up, you know. PATRICK: Yeah, I know. But there's always drums and bass and maybe even one day a tambourine. KAT: And don't just think you can...

65) This movie is hardly a masterpiece, but it doesn’t intend to be either, and not every movie needs to be. It’s a feel-good movie, and it delivers on so many levels. It’s funny, it’s tropey, it’s cute, it’s romantic, it has a great soundtrack, and you just feel a whole lot better after watching it. It’s the 90s at its best, and that’s why it became a classic.

What I love the most, though, is Kat’s character development. We see this girl who is a badass and super smart, takes no bullshit, holds everyone accountable for their shitty behavior, and has a great wit. But she is not without flaws. She’s closed off because she has been hurt before, both by her mother and her first love. She holds everyone at bay because it’s easier that way. Throughout the movie, however, she shows empathy and a lot of vulnerability. And she soon finds out that she had been missing out on a lot of things by shielding her emotions. She’d missed out on having a good relationship with her sister and on finding love again. What is truly admiring about Kat, though, is that when she’s hurt the most and she has every reason to close herself off again, she does the exact opposite. She opens herself up not only in front of the guy she’s in love with but everyone. The shrew cries and bares her soul for the world to see. Regardless of the happy ending, I think that in itself s truly inspiring, don’t you?

66) Bonus: bloopers!

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67) Hope you enjoyed my recap, and, as usual, if you’ve got this far, thank you for reading! If you enjoy my recaps and my blog, please consider supporting it on ko-fi. Thanks!

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SINOPSIS Título original The Kissing Booth 2 Año 2020 Duración 130 min. País Reino Unido Reino Unido Dirección Vince Marcello Guion Jay S Arnold, Vince Marcello Fotografía Anastas N. Michos Productora Distribuida por Netflix. Coproducción Reino Unido-Estados Unidos; Komixx Entertainment Género Romance | Comedia romántica. Adolescencia. Secuela

Reparto Joey King, Molly Ringwald, Jacob Elordi, Maisie Richardson-Sellers, Joel Courtney, Carishma Basday, Joshua Daniel Eady, Meganne Young, Kai Luke Brummer, Frances Sholto-Douglas, Camilla Wolfson, Taylor Zakhar Perez, D. David Morin, Michelle Allen, Bianca Bosch, Bianca Amato, Nathan Lynn, Morné Visser, Chase Dallas, Judd Krok, Toni Jean Erasmus, Motsi Tekateka, Shana Mans, Carson White, Noa Milan, Matthew Dylan Roberts, Dylan Edy, Grant Ross

Resumen Elle Evans, que debe tomar decisiones sobre la universidad, afronta su relación a distancia con Noah Flynn, que se marcha a Harvard, su cambiante relación con su mejor amiga Lee y lo que siente por un nuevo y carismático compañero de clase de nombre Marco (Taylor Zakhar Perez).

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‘The Kissing Booth’: Netflix’s Teen Comedy Sensation Is Sexist and Outdated — Review

Netflix might be trying to corner the market on big-budget spectacles from some of Hollywood’s hottest names — from the $90 million “Bright” to its multi-picture deal with Adam Sandler and Martin Scorsese’s much-hyped “The Irishman” — but the streaming giant has quietly planted its stake in a less ambitious place: romantic comedies. So far this year, Netflix has released six original films that are classified as rom-coms, with at least three more on the way before the year closes out. And it’s on to something here: 2017’s “A Christmas Prince” was such a smash hit for the outfit that it has already prepped a holiday sequel.

Netflix’s newest hit-in-the-making, “The Kissing Booth,” is kicking up similar attention. Unfortunately, the high school-set rom-com is a sexist and regressive look at relationships that highlights the worst impulses of the genre. Netflix isn’t new to the sub-genre of teen rom-coms, and it has already succeeded with other picks. Later this month, Craig Johnson’s delightful “Alex Strangelove” will arrive on the streaming service, and last month saw the introduction of Olivia Milch’s “Dude,” a female-driven comedy in the vein of other raunchy features like “Bridesmaids” and “Mean Girls.”

Films like that are indicative of the outfit locking down yet another piece of Hollywood magic and serving its viewers something they want to see, even if the traditional studio system isn’t giving it to them, but “The Kissing Booth” is a strange blight on that run. The film combines classic narrative tropes of the genre — think a low-budget mishmash of “Pretty in Pink,” “Never Been Kissed,” “Mean Girls,” and “10 Things I Hate About You” — but is also hobbled by a gross understanding of gender dynamics and what makes a healthy relationship.

And that’s to say nothing of its approach to depicting sexual harassment, frequent slut-shaming of its leading lady, and attempting to romanticize a “bad boy” love interest who mainly seems interested in getting in physical fights and then loudly mouthing off about his possessive tendencies. Cute, huh?

The movie, written and directed by Vince Marello (best known for his film versions of stories from the “American Girl” doll franchise), is an adaption of the Beth Reekles novel of the same name, and starts off with a relatively sweet premise. Elle (Joey King) and Lee (Joel Courtney) have been best friends since birth, “raised like twins” by their mothers, who also happen to be life-long best friends. (One of the moms is even played by Molly Ringwald, to give the film further rom-com bonafides.) They’ve been obsessed with Dance Dance Revolution since they were tiny, and while their private high school appears to be a clique-y kind of place, they’ve grown into popular-ish kids who are grounded by their bond.

The first act of “The Kissing Booth” plays out in predictable fashion, as Elle wrestles with her growing feelings for Noah as he alluringly teases her, engaging in the kind of push-pull will-they-won’t-they dynamic that’s always been a hallmark of the genre. And yet, even in its earliest moments, “The Kissing Booth” is preoccupied with sexist rhetoric and a willingness to apologize for Noah’s alarming behavior.

Elle (who, it must be noted, is just charming, thanks to King’s bubbly performance) has a lot going for her, including a plucky personality that manages to find all kinds of solutions for weird problems. Early in the film, Elle tears her last pair of school-issued pants, and unable to rustle up any other options, is forced to head off to school wearing a two-year-old skirt (too small, but at least part of the dress code). The moment she hits campus, she’s assaulted by catcalls from nearly all of her fellow male students (a real “boys will be boys” moment that imagines that all teenage boys are simply unable to do anything beyond scream epithets at pretty girl they’ve known for years, if she’s wearing a short piece of clothing).

It gets worse, as Elle is groped by another student, leading Noah to physically assault him (predictable). Elle lands in the principal’s office — an awkward enough twist, given she’s the actual victim here — and things only get worse from there. Both Lee (again, her best friend and typically a sweet guy) and the school’s principal tell Elle that she was “asking for it” by wearing the skirt. It’s a laughably regressive moment, such obviously outdated thinking, but “The Kissing Booth” just keeps plugging along.

The parking lot-set fisticuffs helps pave the way for Elle and Noah’s tentative romance, with Noah first brushing off his behavior as springing from a place of familial affection for Elle, while she wonders if it’s a sign that he has deeper feelings for her. Despite this run-of-the-mill and wholly relatable high school romance (who has never felt like Elle?), “The Kissing Booth” remains enamored of Noah’s defining characteristics: he’s got a seriously violent streak who gets turned on by jealousy and demonstrates some weirdo possessiveness that never abates.

This is not an exaggeration. Noah’s affection for getting into fights — often very brutal ones — becomes a large part of the film. Elle even lays down a rule that he can’t fight anymore if he wants them to be together (His response: “You know, you’re cute when you’re bossy”), and later gets him to admit that his family has struggled to deal with it, even sending him to counseling with no lasting impact. It’s “kinda just how I’m wired,” he muses, and that’s all there is. Later, Lee briefly worries that Noah has hit Elle, a jarring moment in a film marketed as a fluffy rom-com for teens. And Elle constantly acquiesces to him, even when it feels dangerous.

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El stand de los besos 2 (Estados Unidos, 2020). Dirección: Vince Marcello. Guion: Vince Marcello, Jay S. Arnold, basado en las novelas de Beth Reekles. Elenco: Joey King, Jacob Elordi, Joel Courtney, Taylor Zakhar Perez. Duración: 130 minutos. Disponible en: Netflix. Nuestra opinión: mala

La experiencia de ver El stand de los besos 2 es desconcertante. Se trata de una secuela del film estrenado en Netflix en 2018 que resultó ser un enorme éxito, según los datos de la plataforma. Basadas en las novelas escritas por Beth Reekles a través de la aplicación colaborativa Wattpad, ambas películas tienen como protagonista a Elle (Joey King), una estudiante de secundario que vive en un mundo de fantasía digno de una historia animada de Disney. La escuela a la que asiste, sus compañeros, sus actividades y sus amigos tienen el espesor dramático de una hoja de papel y sus intenciones, matices o pasiones entrarían en una carilla de esa misma hoja.

Inverosímil y sin un atisbo de realismo o actualidad, la trama parece estar dirigida al público adolescente o preadolescente pero, y ahí es dónde comienza el desconcierto. Difícilmente le interesen los constantes montajes que resumen los mejores momentos de los personajes a un grupo etario que baila en TikTok y se comunica a través de Instagram, ni tampoco los artificiales diálogos que abundan en el film. O tal vez sí. Pero con una puesta en escena más cercana a ciertos telefilms apuntados al público infantil y una historia que se ocupa de tratar a los cuerpos de sus personajes como objetos para admirar y a sus cerebros como un accesorio resulta complicado identificar al espectador ideal de El stand de los besos 2.

Es posible que sus realizadores hayan tenido la misma dificultad. Puestos a adaptar la historia escrita por una joven mujer de 16 años, los dos guionistas adultos reinterpretaron la fantasía adolescente en sus propios términos y terminaron con una película de dos largas horas y diez minutos que nunca se preocupa por hacer de su protagonista un personaje mínimamente interesante, que exista más allá de su relación con los hombres de su vida, a los que en esta vuelta se suma Marco (Taylor Zakhar Perez), el chico nuevo de la escuela. Construido, aparentemente, utilizando la información provista por una encuesta, el muchacho tiene un poco de Noah Centineo (A todos los chicos de los que me enamoré), una pizca de el propio Elordi y algo de los protagonistas de Elite y su exótico atractivo latino filtrado por el algoritmo de Netflix.

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Pokémon Black: The Novel - Chapter 9 (Thread the Needle)

Prologue and more info

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Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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Hil spent the next week training along Route Three.

He stopped at Striaton City’s Pokémon Center often and stayed there overnight. Even if he often heard whispers and received awkward stares, he had no intentions of going to Nacrene City just yet. He knew Cheren and Bianca would likely spot him, and he just didn’t want to talk to them. As angry and hurt as he had been at Cheren in Wellspring Cave, he had understood Cheren’s concerns. In fact, he had even agreed with him. He just had no solution for the problem at the time.

His mind had settled on a simple plan: train, train, and train. Do it alone. He hoped that he would be able to manage on his own, and if he got into a tough spot, desperation would force him to keep from locking up. At first, he and his pokémon had been forced back to the Pokémon Center almost hourly, but after a while, he found a groove and was able to remain for longer stretches of time. His pokémon seemed to appreciate the one-on-one interactions they received, at least. He had even managed to catch a Blitzle after repeated, failed attempts at acquiring one.

The Blitzle, a male one, had an arrogant air about him. He had been lazy and disinterested in battle and that had been what allowed Hil to catch him. Hil had offered him the chance to leave following his capture since he seemed angry at having been caught, but at the last second, the Blitzle had seemed to change its mind and bumped its muzzle against Hil’s right palm. Hil had smiled uneasily and thanked him for agreeing to stay. Due to his haughty nature, Hil had jokingly called him ‘Prada,’ and the name stuck.

It was day eight when Hil awoke in his hostel room to his Xtransceiver ringing wildly. He ignored it at first, as he always did, with the hopes the other person would get the hint and leave him alone. Yet, after ten minutes or more of successive rings, Hil’s anxiety kicked in and he sat up, dazedly reaching for the device. He found it was a mixed effort of Cheren and Bianca both calling him. He flopped back down in the bed before sliding his finger across the ‘Answer’ button.

His face appeared on the bottom left screen. His unkempt, oily hair, whipped into every which way, indicated way more obviously than he’d have liked that he hadn’t showered in the last two days. “Sup,” Hil mumbled groggily.

“Hil!” Bianca exclaimed. “You finally answered! I’ve been so worried!”

Her voice echoed. He could tell she was with Cheren in the same spot and they had both just been making a concentrated effort to annoy him into answering. He supposed it had worked.

“Yeah? I’ve just been training on Route Three some,” Hil yawned.

Again, it was Bianca who spoke. Cheren didn’t seem to even be looking at his Xtransceiver. “Well, you scared us! We thought you might have been hurt when you kept refusing to answer and you never showed up in Nacrene,” she whined. She tilted her head and glanced at Cheren. After a short pause, she stamped a foot and tapped him in the shoulder. “Hey! Speak up!”

Cheren winced at her touch and shot her a dirty look. He nervously glanced up at the Xtransciever and away again. “I’m sorry for what I said in Wellspring Cave,” he mumbled at last through what sounded like a mouthful of cotton. “I lost my cool. You didn’t deserve that. It won’t happen again.”

Hil tossed his left arm over his forehead, blotting out his view of them and their view of his face. “Don’t say that, Cheren,” Hil sighed. “I mean, I appreciate the apology, but what I meant is… you weren’t wrong, really. It is scary that I freeze up like that and that’s gonna be a big problem if I don’t deal with it. That’s why I went off the radar. I wanted to practice without having anyone to fall back on for a while but myself. Hoped it might force me to see reason even if I was having a freeze-up.”

“…Did it?” Cheren asked quietly.

Hil thought about that for a second as he moved his arm from his face. He hadn’t really had but one or two moments in his training throughout the week where he truly froze, and both times, his pokémon had taken up for him. At least, Noodle had. Rather than continue to panic alongside Hil and wait for him to issue commands, the Snivy had taken it upon himself to react when Hil began to lose his focus; he seemed to default to a Vine Whip, and then would lightly tap Hil’s legs with the vines as well to try to regain his attention. Interestingly enough… it had worked. Noodle had to repeat his ministrations a few times, but it always worked.

“I think so,” Hil answered finally.

“So, nothing bad happened while you were out there?” Bianca asked worriedly. Suddenly, he felt very annoyed with that question. It sounded as if Bianca were being protective at him. While part of him wanted to be appreciative, what little pride he had was wounded at the implication he needed guarding by her.

“Nope,” was all Hil answered her with. She didn’t deserve his vitriol. “I caught a Blitzle, though. His name’s Prada.”

“That’s awesome!” Bianca beamed. “Where are you at, anyway? You look like you’re in a bed, but we haven’t seen you in Nacrene.”

“You look like you slept on your head and forgot what a shower was as well,” Cheren added dryly.

“Ha ha,” Hil sneered, “yeah, I’m in Striaton City’s hostel. Was able to convince them to let me have a room alone.” Hil curled his lips a little and mockingly said, “Perks of being the kid of a dead gym trainer man.”

Bianca visibly cringed at that statement, but shook it off within seconds. “W-well, we’re at Nacrene, if you want to meet us here! Cheren already won his badge from Lenora. We were waiting on you to come along and have your battle before we left!”

Hil blinked. “You were?”

“Yeah. We left Nuvema together, didn’t we? Why split up now?” Cheren questioned. “Not gonna let one little fight ruin us, are we? We’ve had worse spats, I think,” Cheren laughed a little nervously.

Hil chuckled. “You have a point… okay. I’ll get ready and meet you guys in Nacrene in…” Hil glanced at the time in the corner of the Xtransceiver’s screen. It was currently 10:12 AM. Oh boy, he had sure slept in. “…Probably about noon,” he said half-heartedly. “Sorry, I had no idea I slept in so late…”

“You always sleep in late,” Cheren mused.

“We’re away from home, who cares? Sleep as late as you want!” Bianca giggled.

Cheren scowled at her. “That is not healthy life advice.”

“Thanks Daddy, always lookin’ out for us,” Hil grinned.

With that, Cheren hung up and Bianca squealed something incoherent, laughed, and quickly wished Hil farewell before hanging up as well. Hil felt relief welling in his chest. He hadn’t realized how badly he had missed talking to them and how painful it had been to actively ignore them over the course of even just the week. He had known Cheren and Bianca his entire life, and he looked forward to putting that spat behind them.

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Castelia City had felt suffocating recently. It was a new feeling to the happy-go-lucky gym leader of the most bustling, lively city in Unova. The open, winding streets and various shops that had once felt warm and inviting now felt restricting, like the straps to a straitjacket, and he, the loose cannon of a patient. He had opted to leave the city for a while. He still had rights to a studio in Nacrene City and although he had allowed some younger artists to use it for the time being, they had been ecstatic at the idea of having him back for a while. Their exuberance had been welcome. Burgh didn’t feel like he was anyone’s favorite person anymore, but their reaction had made him feel wanted.

Many would tell you Burgh was the cavalier, artsy gym leader of Castelia City, enjoying life at its fullest and encouraging his gym trainers and challengers to do the same. They would proclaim him as easily the most upbeat of the entire Unovan Pokémon League Staff, they would celebrate his portfolio of art, and lightly tease his fondness for Bug-types. They may have whispered about his occasional artists’ block and how he’d travel to Nacrene City to escape it on occasion, since he had started his art career as a lost, lonely art student in one of its outrageously expensive studios.

More recently, however, one may have found a wildly different picture of Burgh painted by the brush of news anchors: the ignorant, careless gym leader that did not notice the light fading in one of his students. A callous, pompous artist who no longer concerned himself with the emotions of others unless it suited him for public viewing.

It had all stemmed from the sudden suicide of a gym trainer of his named Vincent, or as he had preferred to be called, Vince. Burgh also felt the blame aimed his way was highly unfair because he never had any idea Vince was struggling. Vince was more outgoing than many of his other trainers, he joked often, he loved to pretend he really was a court jester in alignment with their funny clown outfits… He had seemed so excitable and happy. Sure, Burgh had been aware Vince had an unpleasant home life, but the gym had seemed to lighten his day up. No matter how many times he scrutinized his time spent with Vince at the gym, he could never come up with an ounce of evidence pointing to the idea that Vince was struggling with such bitter demons.

The closest thing to evidence he had come up with was that sometimes, Vince showed up in unkempt clothes, the scent of coffee strong on his breath, and his eyes glazed over dazedly. It had given Burgh the impression that he may have been hungover, but what was he supposed to have done about that? Vince was a grown man, and while he preferred his trainers to show up unintoxicated, there was no official rule about it. The only time anyone was asked to sit to the side for those reasons was if they were actively disrupting instruction or clearly not in their right mind. He hadn’t had an incident like that with any of his students, well… ever. Vince had always joked about his uneasy state whenever he arrived like that, and Burgh had just joked back, thinking that’s what Vince had wanted.

Insulted was a kind way to put how the media’s lashings made him feel. Burgh prided himself on offering help to others and indeed, his passion for art had grown from a desire to show off the beauty of everyday mundanities to others in a bid to brighten their lives. His love for Bug-types had sprung from a youth spent sympathizing with them for how most considered them gross and unsightly. He had striven to show they were just as deserving of love as any other pokémon. As any other living creature.

Over the course of three short months, the media was running his name into the ground. Truth be told, not everyone believed it; Burgh had personally touched the lives of many people and his status as gym leader meant that many had difficulty even considering the possibility of the sensationalist stories being right. Even so, the small group of people who believed it were very real. An odd glare here, a hurried, husky whisper there… Burgh was not blind nor was he deaf to the hike in public criticisms. He could have marched up to them and demanded they stop spreading such nonsense—indeed, he could have even gone to the news stations themselves and order them to stop spreading such insidious stories—but he knew that would only worsen his reputation. He had begged other League Staff that had wanted to defend his honor to leave the subject alone and let it blow over. It seemed like it would never blow over, though…

On top of all of that, crime was on a minor rise in Castelia City, and he knew the source of it. Robberies, though only of relatively small amounts of cash, were being reported. The culprit was described as a mid to older teenager that used pokémon wordlessly and seamlessly in his thievery. Burgh had known immediately who they spoke of and although he had not exactly been interested in divulging that information to police (nor was he required to), guilt had pressed him to offer those stolen from some compensation. He earned plenty of money from his art as well as his job as a gym leader. He played off their confusion as him simply wanting to be a good citizen.

Meanwhile, he really was just trying to lessen the heat on the robber. Burgh had met the boy, Taven, some years ago, by chasing him through the streets of Castelia and well into the sewers after hearing stories of a mysterious young man robbing grocery stores for food and other menial supplies. He had grown frustrated with the chase and had his Leavanny use String Shot to tie him up, force him to stop. Until that point, Taven had been mostly silent save for the occasional grunt, but upon finding himself trapped, he yelped and began to struggle madly against the bindings. The fright in his dark, slate eyes had given Burgh some pause. That was a notable change from the careful, almost smug expression he had seen earlier.

Initially, he had intended to calm the young boy down, and then take him to social services where he would personally oversee how they handled his case. Yet, as Burgh and his Leavanny had drawn closer, Taven had glared up at him with an almost feral look of fear and snapped, “No!” He then had jerked with so much might in his attempt to free himself that he had lifted himself nearly completely off the ground. The panicked effort had seemed to sap most of his strength, as when he stopped, he had been panting wildly. “They need me!” he had gasped, his voice cracking in the last word. He had squeezed his eyes shut at that point.

An Oshawott had then scurried from the sewer water and jumped in front of Taven, brandishing a shell in its tiny arms. Unlike most Oshawott Burgh had met, who looked as if they had no idea where they were most of the time, this one had been dangerously focused. Rattata soon had followed and begun to gnaw away at Taven’s silken prison. Zubat then swooped from the darkest recesses of the arching ceiling and had descended on Burgh in a swirl of beating wings and screeching. His Leavanny had managed to scare them off, but by that point, Taven had been long gone. A pile of shredded silk had been all that remained.

After that, it had been a long road of carefully gaining the boy’s trust, and coming to the unspoken agreement he would not try to remove him from his home. Even if Taven’s home was literally the Castelian Sewers, he seemed happy there, and he had never forgotten the sheer panic and conviction in Taven’s voice that first meeting. Taven truly believed he was all that looked out for the pokémon that called Castelia’s sewers and alleyways home. Burgh knew that although integrating him back into society would have likely been best for him physically, Taven would have hated every second of it. The more he learned of the petty thief, the more he saw him as his own son, and felt a stronger desire to help and protect him where he could without forcing his hand. Taven… was complicated, but Burgh knew he had a good heart. After all, despite his downfalls, Taven’s primary motives were rooted in helping abandoned and starving pokémon around Castelia City.

Except recently, he feared that was taking a turn. Robberies performed by Taven up until that point were done to take care of himself or his pokémon. Clothes, food, the occasional creature comfort—but these robberies were simply for cash, and although nobody was ever hurt, the details from the victims showed that Taven was not afraid of threatening the victims to get them to listen to him. Burgh liked to believe he didn’t have a truly violent bone in his body, but…

He sighed. He was wondering if he knew what anything really was anymore.

Suffice to say, he was looking forward to heading to Nacrene City, and hoped to get some coffee with Lenora and Hawes while he was there. They were a lovely couple to hang out with and Lenora typically inspired him with her discussion of new artifacts that had been given to her museum for curation. He had a habit of over-blowing details in his artwork of ancient pokémon she described, but she seemed to enjoy his work, nonetheless.

He was walking the straightforward route through Pinwheel Forest. The buzzing of life from within its depths always made him feel a little introspective, he thought with a snicker. It was where he had met the majority of his pokémon. He often escaped to the Pinwheel Forest whenever he wanted to draw as a child and that habit had not fled him even as he grew older. This was not his destination, however, so he pushed through the last of the canopied pathway and found himself on the neatly trimmed path that connected Pinwheel Forest and Nacrene City. A beautiful fountain circled by pathway appeared in front of him as he walked and he decided to take a breather on one of the benches next to it. He listened carefully to the Pidove cooing overhead and the distant calls of Patrat chuffing at threats in the distance, likely telling the rest of their pack of a prowling Purrloin.

He breathed in the clean air. It smelled strongly of the nearby forest and a little swampy. Parts of Pinwheel Forest were marshland, after all. Already he was feeling the prickle at his fingertips to begin to sketch as a loose, indescribable image formed in his head. All of his art started that way, as a nondescript blur in the back of his mind, and it was his hand that sketched it into proper form. After a few seconds of waiting to regain his stamina, he was off again. He’d have to settle into his studio and then go meet Lenora before he could be free to camp out in the forest for a day.

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He had only just noticed her before she came barreling at him at top speed, enveloping him in a tight hug. She was a lot stronger than he remembered. Hil staggered at Bianca’s hold and laughed when he stumbled as she let him go. Cheren strode up to him next with his arms crossed. Hil gave him a small smile. Noodle, on the other hand, practically danced on his shoulders in excitement as he recognized Hil’s two friends.

“Yeah, that’s them, buddy,” Hil chuckled. He snorted as Noodle finally opted to climb onto his hat and lean down on Hil’s visor to get a better look at them. Cheren snorted and awkwardly reached his right hand out to pet the bouncy Snivy.

“So, are you wanting to try and take on Gym Leader Lenora?” Cheren asked idly as he continued to rub Noodle.

“I guess I could try. We were training for a while out there…” Hil glanced at the visor of his hat. “Noodle, you think we’re ready to fight the next gym?”

Noodle peered over the visor, sticking his nose into Hil’s face, and chirruped. Hil felt his tail gently thwap against his head a few times. He laughed and moved to grab Noodle’s tail to steady him. “Easy, pal, that’s my head, Arceus knows I’ve got enough brain damage,” he giggled.

“Would you stop,” Bianca complained as she gently swatted at his arm. Cheren took a step back.

“Stop what?” Hil asked, genuinely confused.

“Saying stuff like that,” she huffed. “That’s mean.”

“It’s about me, though.” Hil really was clueless as to what she was getting at.

“Exactly, stop saying mean stuff about yourself,” she said, nodding. Hil dubiously agreed that he would, but really he didn’t see anything wrong with it. It was funny. He was allowed to have some humor about his situation, wasn’t he? That familiar feeling of irritation picked at his chest. When was everyone going to stop shoving their ideas of how he should handle it onto him?

“Anyway,” Cheren interjected sharply, “if you want to challenge Lenora, we’d better get there soon.” He adjusted his glasses and turned to face further into Nacrene City. Hil noticed the cityscape behind his friend was mainly that of dark wood and faded stone structures. It looked old, but lively, with people bustling from the various apartments and studios. “Gym Leader Lenora only takes trainers at certain times of the day since she works as the Museum Curator.”

With that, the three friends headed toward Nacrene City’s museum and gym. It was a large, stately building visible from well across the other side of the city, but as they drew nearer, they noticed a crowd of people gathered in front of it. It was easily two or three times as large as the one that had blossomed in Accumula Town for the Team Plasma speech there. Yet, it soon became clear that was exactly what this was. To the left of the museum’s entrance, a group of seven or eight silver robed men stood proud. Just like in Accumula Town, two on either end of their makeshift stage proudly displayed flags bearing Team Plasma’s insignia, while a man in darker, rounder robes paced back and forth between them. He had a tall, round hat and gray, grizzled hair spilled out from beneath it.

“This looks good,” Cheren grumbled as they all slowed to a stop at the back of the crowd.

“We call ourselves friends, or benevolent caretakers,” the elderly man was saying, his voice rising in volume, “and yet we bring our ‘friends’ back from the dead to fight for us! They are brought back from a life some thousands of years ago, likely from a time very different from ours, and expect them to assimilate to our society! To our brutish way of battling one another for sport! Fossil restoration is barbaric and another cruel invention of the Pokémon League!”

Hil had started to laugh, but was cut off by the roar of agreement that came from the gathered people. He shared a look with his friends and noted the shock on their faces as well. He had known Team Plasma had managed to gather a rather massive following… but, as he looked out over the crowd, actually seeing it in person was an entirely different feeling. The air was alive with their chanting and fist-pumps. This seemed less like an informative speech and more like a rallying cry… He cringed as he heard some of the words from the crowd.

“No more exhuming the dead for sport!”

“We shouldn’t profit off of something resting in peace!”

“And yet, that’s exactly what trainers do…”

The elderly man looked over the gathered crowd with a satisfied grin. He jabbed a fist into the air and screamed, “We must put an end to this horrific practice of bringing back the dead to serve the needs of selfish trainers, usually young children that have no idea what it is they’re doing! Not only are we abusing pokémon, but we are manipulating our youth into believing this behavior is acceptable!”

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You Opened My Eyes - Part Four

Here we are!! Again thanks for being patient with me! I hope the wait this time was much better! Thank you all again for your support and reading my work! I really really appreciate it 💕

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We arrive back home, and all step out. Drake goes upstairs to take a shower, his clothes still all gross from the sludge. “Hey, Elle!” Liam calls out to me before I can make my way upstairs. “Yeah?” I ask, turning. “I’m headed to the store to get some wine, want to come?” He asks, and I bite my lip and nod. “.. uh yeah sure,” I say, going downstairs with him. “Mom doesn’t let us drive Pam, but we can use that rental car she got for you guys,” he says as we leave the house, heading back into the cold night. We get into the small sedan and pull away from the house. We sit in silence for a moment. “Hey, I know I mess with you guys, but I am genuinely happy that you two are finally together,” Liam says, and I smile gratefully. “Oh thanks, Liam, that’s actually really sweet of you,” I say. “Well I am the sweetest guy ever, as you know,” he says with a smirk, making me roll my eyes as we pull up at the small store.

We browse the empty aisles, looking for stuff for tomorrow night. Once we’ve got everything, we line up at the checkout. “Oh, one more thing!” Liam says, going over to the medical section. I stay in line, starting to put our stuff on the checkout stand. I smile at the tired looking worker, and Liam jogs back with a box in his hands. He plops it down, and I read the cover. “Oh? You and Olivia got a busy night?” I say cheekily, looking down at the Trojan box. “No they’re for you and Drake,” Liam says casually, rummaging through his wallet for his card. I choke in surprise, looking at him incredulously. “Liam!” I say, covering my face in embarrassment, as the worker doesn’t look so tired anymore. “Oh come on, I insist!” He says, making me shake my head in disbelief. He swipes his card, and before I know it, we’re headed back in the rental. Before we go in the car, he looks into his bag, grabbing out the condoms box, handing it to me. “Mom might have a heart attack if you have this out in front of her,” Liam says with a smirk, and I reluctantly take it, stepping into the passenger side. I open the compartment and toss the box in, rolling my eyes.

We get home and I help Liam put away the bags in the kitchen, before excusing myself upstairs. I sigh as I get into Drake and I’s room, plopping onto the bed. I can hear Drake still in the shower. It would be surprising he’s been in there so long but the store is about three minutes away and the store was mostly empty, so he’s been in there less than ten minutes. So he should be done soon.

I sit on the edge of the bed, biting my nails anxiously, the dull sound of the shower running in the background. This has gone on far enough. I need to tell him that it’s off. We need to tell everyone the truth. It just hurts too much.

I push myself off the bed, starting to pace back and forth. We can just tell everyone that it didn't work out. No biggie! Once we stop pretending to be a couple, I will stop having feelings for Drake. I mean, the only reason why I’m feeling like this is because of the whole fake relationship. As soon as we call it off, I’ll be all good, without a crush on my best friend.

Simple.

I stop, taking a deep breath, relief flooding over me over finding a solution. The shower stops and I near the door, my heart pounding. “Hey, Drake?” I call through the door. “Uh yeah?” He asks, and I shuffle slightly. “I think we need to talk,” I say through the door, nervously playing with my hands. There isn’t a response, but in a minute, the door clicks open, and I freeze, my eyes widening at Drake who is standing there, his towel hung lowly on his waist. “Yeah? What’s up?” He asks, his chest and hair still wet. I gulp, my mouth drying up as I tear my eyes away from his toned chest. He has an amused smile on his face, and he cocks his head to the side expectedly. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

“I- I need to leave,” I rush out, brushing past him to grab my boots and coat. “W-What?” Drake asks, but I don’t respond, stepping into my boots, shaking my head. “Elle,” Drake says, but I still don’t answer, shrugging on my coat and rushing out the door. I walk quickly past everyone in the living room and out the back door into the large backyard.

I run outside until my lungs burn with the cold air, gasping as I lean against a tree far from the house. What is wrong with me? I can’t be having feelings for Drake, it’s just ridiculous! I catch my breath, leaning my head back and gazing up at the sky. Just breathe. I tell myself, trying to convince myself that I’m fine.

“Elle? Elle!” Drake’s voice echoes, and I snap out of my daze, whipping my head in his direction. I see him outside the back door in his coat, jeans, and boots. Dang, he gets dressed quick. He sees the movement of my head and runs towards me, stopping right in front of me, his face scrunched up with concern, his hair still damp. He grabs my arms, stabilizing me. “Are you okay?” He asks, his eyes searching mine. His grip on me is strong, bringing me back to reality. I just sigh. “It’s- it’s not right Drake,” I say quietly, shaking my head. “What’s not right?” He asks, shuffling slightly, still confused. “This! This stupid relationship thing!” I burst out, breaking away from his arms.

Before he can even utter another word, I’m shouting again, unable to control the rush of words coming out of my mouth. “I know it was my idea, but your whole family thinks that we’re together! It’s just so messed up! I mean, Bianca dropped hints about an engagement. An engagement!” I scream, my heart pounding loudly in my ears. Drake’s eyes widen, blinking in surprise.

“What’s worse is.. is how much I love this, I mean I- I think I’m falling for you, and it’s all fake! Like what kind of idiot falls for someone like this? I-I don’t know why it is, if it’s the way that you are acting with Bartie or the fact that you don’t have cute little college girls skipping out of your room every morning, but Jesus Drake, I don’t know what’s happening to me! Being in this fucked up relationship thing just feels so right, and I don’t know why! And I know that you used to have a crush on me when we were little, but that’s obviously changed!” I stammer out, breathing heavily as I pace back and forth, too nervous to even glance over at Drake, who still hasn’t said anything. Oh god. “I mean- it’s completely idiotic for me to think that we would ever have anything, I mean, look at the girls that you usually sleep with! Skinny waists, pretty faces and sweet voices, and then there’s me! An unfit nurse who is always fucking exhausted, I just can’t compete with that!-“ I’m suddenly cut off as Drake grabs my flailing hands. I falter, looking up at his dark brown eyes. “Elle, those girls aren’t even on the same level as you,” that’s what I’m saying you fucking-“You are way above any of them,”. ... Oh.

My heart flutters in surprise, and I just watch him in as he laughs lightly in disbelief, shaking his head. “‘Can’t believe I’m saying this, but Elle, I’ve loved you since we were thirteen. I was lying when I said that it was just a short phase where I had a small crush on you, I thought about you day and night,” he says, his cheeks tinted red, but he never looks away from my gaze. “We were best friends and I always felt like I wanted more with you. I was so protective when you got your boyfriends and I told myself it was brotherly instincts but I was really just jealous,” he says, this time doing all the talking as I watch him in awe. “Around college, I finally realized you weren’t ever going to see me that way so I stopped trying. I dated other girls, but I couldn’t help the nagging voice in the back of my head, telling me to flaunt them to make you jealous but you were always just supportive and happy for me. Then I would go to the same bar and pick up other girls and I just never stopped. I only sleep with these college girls to try to fill the...void that you left, but your the only person that I’ve ever... loved,” He says, his deep eyes looking into mine.

I shift my footing, trying to get a grasp on all of this. “So you mean?” I start, and he nods. “I love you, Elle. More than you’ll ever know,” he says, and I just breathe a sigh of relief, flinging my arms around his neck. Chuckling softly, He wraps his warm arms around me, and we hug tightly, the warmth of his body calming me down. I bury my face into the crook of his neck, openly loving his soothing smell. Before we separate, I instinctively kiss his cheek, and we freeze for a second. We turn to each other, his cheeks reddening. I grin before grabbing his face, connecting our lips together. He is shocked at first, a muffled sound of surprise erupting from his throat, but he soon kisses back, his hands tightening around my waist.

We separate, breathing heavily, creating clouds from our breath. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” He says, his voice an unfamiliar husky tone, sending chills down my spine. I smile. “I don’t understand why you kept up with our friendship if you felt that way about me for so long,” I say, looking away. “I knew that our friendship was the closest I would get to you and I was okay with it,” He says, shrugging. “I had no idea that somehow you would end up feeling the same,” He says, an adorable bashful smile forming on his face. I can help planting my lips on his again, kissing him softly this time. He kisses back, entangling his fingers in my hair.

He breaks apart to pepper kisses on my jaw and onto my neck, making me moan softly. “You have no idea how hard it was to try to control myself around you these past couple of days,” he says in between kisses, making my heart burn with adoration. “Come ‘ere,” I say bringing his head back up so I can kiss him again. I can’t get enough of the feeling every time our lips touch. This kiss is rushed this time, both of us wanting to be closer. I take a leap of faith and I hook one of my legs up on his waist. In the flurry of the kissing, he grabs my other leg, bringing it to his waist and hoisting me up. My heart thuds in my chest, so loud I’m sure he can hear it too. He then pushes me against the tree, kissing just underneath my jaw, making me throw my head back at the sensation. He starts sucking the spot of skin, clearly intending to leave a mark. Once he’s satisfied, he kisses me once again, heated and rushed. I want to be close to him and nothing is close enough. “Let’s go somewhere a little more private,” I whisper into his ear, kissing his earlobe. “A-are you sure?” He says, and I nod, biting my lower lip. Just hearing his voice makes my stomach pool in arousal. “I don’t know if we can go inside...” he says, glancing back to the house. My heart pounding I try to think. “Oh!” I say, making him look at me in surprise. “The rental car! The one your mom got for you?” I say, and he nods, a grin on his face. “Come on then,” I say, dropping down from his waist, he grabs my hand, leading me to the car.

He unlocks it and climbs onto the driver's seat. Not being able to wait for another second, I hop onto his lap, closing the door. I reach down and press the button which moves the seat farther back to give us some room. I look back up to Drake, who is watching me, a strange look on his face. “What?” I ask, and he brings his hand up, caressing my cheek. “I just can’t believe that we’re here together. I’ve imagined this so many times, it’s hard to believe that it’s actually happening,” he says breathlessly, his face red. I grin, kissing his hand softly. “This is real Drake. I want to be with you.” I say, my voice laced with desire. His lips crash to mine, surprising me this time. The kiss quickly turns heated, my hands shaking as I run them through his soft brown hair. I fumble with his jacket, zipping it down hastily. He helps me remove it, throwing it carelessly to the back of the car. I then help him lift the sweater off him, tossing it behind with the jacket. “This is why I hate winter, all the fucking layers,” I mumble, making him chuckle softly. I run my hands down his toned chest, practically drooling. “It’s your turn,” He says, and I snap out of it, taking off my sweater as well, leaving me in my bra. Drake’s eyes roam my body, his gaze shadowed with lust. “Fuck,” he swears, and I grin, reaching behind and unclasping my bra, letting it fall off. “God, your so beautiful,” he says, his voice hoarse. I grin, leaning forward and kissing him once again. His hands quickly find my breasts, massaging them, making me moan. “Just hearing you make those sounds, Jesus Christ Elle,” Drake says huskily, his voice low. I reach down, grasping his noticeable bulge, making him groan. I lean into his ear, “I can make many, many sounds for you,” I whisper, continuing to palm him through his jeans.

He starts fumbling with my jean button, his breathing heavy. I stop palming him and try to help him get my jeans off, leaning back to undo the zipper. I lean a little too far back, and accidentally hit the steering wheel, making the car horn suddenly blare. Drake and I both jump in shock, and I can’t help letting out a squeal of surprise. We freeze in place, terrified someone heard us. The car is nearly buried in snow but our um- make out session has fogged up all the windows. No one has seemed to hear it after a couple minutes and Drake and I turn to each other, bursting out laughing.

Once I catch my breath, I turn to him. “Maybe we should go in the back, to give us a little more-“ I grind down slightly on his hips, “-room,” I say softly, and he sucks in a sharp breath before nodding. I grin and clamber off him, carefully climbing into the back of the car. Drake just goes out the driver's door and back in through the other door. As he closes the door behind him, I pull down my pants, revealing my plain black panties. I kick off my jeans and turn to Drake, who is watching me with hooded eyes. I grin at him, biting my lip. “I know I don’t have the best body-“ I start and he stops me. “You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of seeing your body, and I never could have imagined how beautiful you are,” He says, making my heart flutter. “How do you always know exactly what to say?” I ask, and he grins. “It’s a special talent of mine,” he says, winking. I snort. “Well, what other talents do you have?” I ask, biting my lip, my eyes slowly raking his body, and flicking back up to his face. His joking demeanor is gone, his face shadowed with desire. He nears me, and I lean back on the row of seats, my heart pounding in anticipation. He puts his hand on my thigh, slowly bringing it closer to my damp core. “I have many talents,” he says slowly, as his fingers finally brush over my soaked underwear. I gasp, holding onto the door handle behind me for support as he starts running his fingers up and down in tantalizing circles. “Drake,” I moan as he deftly slides the panties to the side, his cool fingers running up and down my folds. My swollen clit throbs in anticipation. “Faster drake,” I beg, fidgeting underneath this incredible man, yearning for release. He grins, a dangerous glint in his eye.

He suddenly plunges one of his fingers within me, making me gasp, my hips bucking towards him instinctively. I cry out as he pumps his finger, in and out, stimulating my every nerve. He abruptly stops, my core pounding with desire. I look down and see him pulling down my panties and tossing them to the side. I’m about to question him but he leans forward, his face in between my legs. I can’t even react before his tongue is swirling around my most sensitive area, making me gasp and moan at the same time. Before long I can feel my orgasm nearing, my thighs quivering. “Drake I’m going to-“ I don’t finish the sentence, too overwhelmed as my orgasm crashes over me and I cry out euphorically, my head thrown back. He doesn’t stop, licking me as I ride out my orgasm.

He eventually removes his head from between my thighs. He sits there, watching as I barely move, breathless as I lie in shock. I prop myself up on my elbows, looking up at him. He glances at me, concern on his face. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. Drake grins, clearly proud of himself. “Told you I’m talented,” he shrugs. I climb over to him, straddling him on his lap. “Yes you are,” I say, kissing his jaw. “I think-“ I say, between kisses, “- that it’s your turn now,” I say seductively, my tone low as I palm his large bulge. He only groans in response. I bite my lip as I reach down, unbuckling his belt and jeans. He helps me pull them off, leaving him in his dark grey boxers. I reach right past his waistband, grabbing his length, making him suck in a breath. I start slowly pumping, back and forth. “You like that?” I ask slowly, and he nods, his head back as he lets out a low groan. Just the sounds of his throaty groans make my clit tingle in arousal once again. I remove my hand from his boxers, making him look down at me confusedly. “Just hold on a sec,” I say, looking around and thinking. I turn and climb between the drive and passenger seat, headed for the glove compartment. I may as well keep my ass pointed toward Drake as I work, trying to open the glove compartment. “You’re killing me Garden,” he groans, and I just grin, as the compartment pops open. “When you went upstairs to take a shower, Liam and I went to the store and he bought us condoms, insisting we needed them,” I say distractedly as I shuffle through the compartment. “What?” Drake asks, his voice incredulous. “Hey! He forced me to, but turns out it’s working in our favor,” I say, as I finally grasp onto the box. I climb back into the seat with Drake, fiddling with the package.

I eventually open it up and take out one of the foil packages. Drake’s hand suddenly grabs mine. “Are you sure? We don’t have to-“ I cut his sincere voice off, my heart bursting at this amazing man in front of me. “I’m sure. Drake, I want this.” I say sternly, hoping to convince him. He smiles. “Okay good,” He says, and I grin, getting the box and our disheveled clothes out of the way.

Drake removed his boxers, freeing his length. Jesus Christ. I stare at him for a moment, my surprise evident on my face. “What are you staring at Garden?” He asks, his tone cheeky. I clear my throat, looking up at his amused face. “Drake, I knew you were um- blessed- But damn!” I say, my mouth drying up. “I’m pretty sure your drooling,” He says, smirking. Two can play at that game. “Oh really?” I say, backing up slightly so I can lay out. I spread my legs, running my own fingers along my wet folds, staring intently at him. His smirk is quickly gone and he replaces is with a dumbfounds expression. “Who’s drooling now?” I ask innocently. He quickly snaps out of it, ripping open the foil packaging and rolling the condom down his length. I quickly bring my hand away from touching myself, waiting for him as he nears me. “You’re such a tease aren’t you?” He says huskily, touching his tip right up against my clit, making me gasp. “Well I made you wait so long, lusting after me,” I say cheekily, and he rolls his eyes. “Shut up,” He says, a slight smile on his face. “Make me,” whisper, and his expression immediately darkens as he doesn’t waste any time as he enters me, making us both moan. I rock my hips against him, as he buries himself deep into me. We’re both gasping and moaning, rocking against each other relentlessly.

It’s not long before we’re both on the edge, shouting each other’s names as we finish.

—

We lay there together for a bit, in each other’s arms. “So I guess we’re actually together now,” Drake says, and I nod. “Yeah. It’s weird. I feel so much relief now you know? It felt so wrong to lie to everyone for so long,” I say, and he hums in agreement. I realize how tired I am and sit up with a yawn. “I don’t want to go inside. I just want to be here. With you,” He says softly, kissing the back of my neck, making me smile. “Am I going to have to deal with you being all lovey-dovey now?” I ask, turning to look at him. He grins. “Yep.” He says shamelessly, making me laugh, throwing my head back. “I waited so long, I'm going to make the most of every second,” He says, and I widen my eyes at him. “That's what I'm talking about! It's like your out of some sort of romantic comedy!” I say incredulously. “You love it,” He says in a fake, deep voice, making me chuckle, shaking my head.

Maybe falling for my best friend won't be so bad after all.

- THE END -

thank you again for reading! I think I may write a small Epilogue, but this is the end! I hope you enjoyed it as always! Much love!

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