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It may have been a combination of the things that were happening to, but the end result was the same. It took Alex a while to process everything and respond. Really, everyone was surprisingly on brand, or at least meeting his expectations. From Ritzy being somewhat snappy, to Dilan abandoning everything to go make pancakes… This was what he’d signed up for.

The confusing thing was Aya. Was she touching him under the table? Why was she touching him under the table? Alex had asked the others if they had questions, but now he just found himself left with questions of his own. She wanted to talk strategy with him? But why? He was a battler, not really a coordinator. He could do it, but he wasn’t the best. That was more Ritzy and Aya’s domain, which was why he’d drafted them in the first place… But! He was a good team leader.

All of them were hungry. Alex could understand that. Thinking made you hungry, and looking at the upcoming enemy was certainly enough to make someone think, which in turn made one hungry. Once Harry and Sully alike had asked about going to eat, all Alex could really do was shrug his shoulders and say, “Oh, yeah. Sure, go get something to eat. You can just go raid the kitchen whenever you want, Sully. I’m pretty sure that we just have whatever we ask for, so go nuts. If I were you though, I’d try to get pancakes from Dilan. Dude can cook.”

With that, Alex had effectively dismissed the party, and he turned his attention to Aya, squinting with narrowed eyes. “I mean, if you want? I’m not really… a coordinator, though. But if you wanna talk about strategies I guess I can give you some opinions? ...where do you wanna talk?” Alex had to do his own stratagems and stuff, but he was the team captain. He had to give time to those on his team who needed it.
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Owen had his arms full of Chinese takeout. Trixie had mentioned needed to ‘get ready,’ though he wasn’t exactly sure what she was getting ready for, and Owen had been sent to pick up their order while she did that. This wasn’t really a problem, he didn’t mind — she’d placed the order, and she’d paid, so hey. Saving thirty dollars was never a bad thing. The bad part was he had no idea what was waiting for him in the bags, but he trusted Trixie had ordered stuff he liked. No one forgot years of dating during a ‘break’ (that’s what Owen was calling it in his head now) that lasted two months.

Owen opened the door to the Locke house without much issue. It was nice to be able to walk in here without being glared at, or without it being not so subtly suggested that he leave by Ty, but… It probably helped that no one seemed to be here. In fact, it seemed like the entire place was empty… Owen shook his head, and kept a tight hold on the bag of Chinese food as he headed down the halls he knew like the back of his hand, and arrived at the destination: bae’s room.

Still, as polite as ever, Owen raised a hand and knocked. “Trixie? You in there?”

“Just a minute!” Getting back with Owen made her feel like when they first started wooing each other — nervous, excited, and completely clueless. She had so much missed time to make up for. Truth be told, Trixie had yet to see her parents, who were out for supper with her uncle and aunt. Stella went on a date, still not telling any adult that she was romantically involved with someone, and Luna was her cover, spending time with their half sister, Hailey, who did not have her girlfriend this night. As far as Ty and Julie were concerned, Stella was with them too. Meanwhile, Trixie knew Owen was still upset at her, but maybe, she could be forgiven if she made a quick romantic transformation of her bedroom and put on an old outfit he hadn’t gotten her a couple of years ago. A velvet red babydoll lingerie lace dress. It still fit…

Okay, her mind was in the gutter but it didn’t matter! They were back together so it could be. Her room was adorned with rose petals and scented candles. Right now, she was going to be hopeful she’d get something. If she didn’t have conviction, this pursuit would fail from the get go! Positivity. Checking her face one last time in the mirror, she added one last touch. Sexy candy-apple lipstick. After rubbing her lips together, she gave herself a playful wink, before turning on her heel and rushing to the bed.

Operation seduction.

Bringing her hair to one side, and positioning herself in a rather desirable position, her butt out on display as she laid on her side like one of those french girls, Trixie called out, “Okay! Ready~” Her heart was beating so hard, it felt like it would come out of her chest. Why was this so nerve wracking?

Owen opened the door, swinging the bag around. “Hey, I brought food — geeze, you’re dressed for somethin’, aren’t you?” Owen asked with a raised eyebrow as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, though he didn’t lock it. “I didn’t know what you wanted to drink, so my solution was to get you nothing to drink.” If there was ever a question that Owen was his father’s son, it was answered firmly whenever he spat out lines such as that. He stepped toward Trixie, and put the bag down on the bed beside her, though didn’t seem to be responding very much to her ‘operation seduction.’ “If you want water, I can go get you some. From downstairs.”

“Or…” Trixie went on her knees and ran her pointer finger up his toned stomach to his fine chest… “I could drink something else.” Hey, she was desperate. It was okay if she didn’t get any, but she could still please him! As his girlfriend, it was her job to fully satisfy him. Her eyes read: Come on, Owen. You know you want me.

Owen raised an eyebrow as he stared at his girlfriend, watching her finger trace its way up his body. Didn’t she know? He reached a hand out, and took hers in his, and shook his head as he pulled it away from his chest, “Uhhhh, no. You’re in trouble, babe. You know better.” Owen tutted, wagging his finger in her face. “Trouble means that I have to suffer too.” He sighed and shook his head, mocking her with a fake sense of disappointment.

“But why?!” Trixie crossed her arms and growled. “Haven’t we done enough to each other?” Why was he torturing her for something she did when they WEREN’T together? Like he had control of how she was going to deal with her emotional turmoil. The only support she had was from Jamie, so yeah, she used the one thing she knew would get him to comfort her. His need for gossip. No one said she was the most logical person but no one else was there for her either. Putting distance between them, she leaned on the backboard and looked the other way, out the window. What a waste.

“Look, I’m not mad at you. But I have to be consistent, you know. I can’t just freak out on Jamie, and weirdly go talk to his mom — who probably thinks he’s a golden child or something — and then let you be perfectly fine. Do I want to have sex with you? Do I want to do nothing while you do all the work because you feel bad? Yes, I do. But I can’t. This hurts me, more than it hurts you.” Owen explained, sitting the bag of Chinese down on the ground, reaching over and patting Trixie on the head. While Trixie was upset (maybe understandably), Owen was having fun. There was something to be said for this part of their relationship, when Trixie got grumpy. She was cute. “Make it through Friday, and then we’re back to smooth sailing, like nothing ever happened. Can you survive without me inside of you for that long?”

Her attention was still out the window but her words were directed to him as she mumbled, “You make it sound like that’s all I think about.” He could very well just stay mad at Jamie and not project his anger on her. Even if it was her fault. Jamie wasn’t sleeping with him or her. Jamie wasn’t in this room right now. Jamie had nothing to do with their relationship, so the fact he had to punish her was just downright mean. Why was he even over if he was going to be an ass?

“I know that’s not all you think about. That’s why I decided to come over for dinner, even though we’re not going to have sex. Duh.” Owen said, pulling out one of the boxes of Chinese food, and opening it up. “Now, you can either stop staring at the window and being grumpy, and eat Chinese food, or you can pout, and I can eat all of it. I’m fine either way.” By the end of this? Owen was pretty sure he was going to wind up in as much trouble as she was now, but whatever. It would be worth it. “Your call, baby.”

Unfortunately, Trixie was petty, annoyed, and stubborn. Although she did look away from the window, it was only to deny the food she bought, “I’m not hungry.” Leaning forward, she reached for the remote that was at the edge of her bed. Something to tune out her aggravation. Roughly, she brushed the rose petals in front of her to the ground. Love was stupid. The tv clicked on. “What do you want to watch?” Now, her eyes were on the TV, and not him.

“Now I know you’re just being petty. Trixie Kingsley is always hungry. I’ll feed you.” Owen offered, leaning over so that his chin was resting on her shoulder. If she didn’t cheer up soon, she was very likely to head into a talk with her parents in a salty mood, and he knew that was going to end just as poorly as this was. “I also been thinking, I don’t think I’m gonna talk to Marshall anymore again.” Not-so-subtle subject change. Classic boyfriend move.

Giving him a side glare, as he rested on her shoulder, Trixie replied, “That’s your own prerogative, but don’t get upset with me when I still talk to him.” The latina could never blame Marshall for his actions. Owen, however, could. Marshall takes cheaters to heart because of his family history and it didn’t help he was caught between a rock and a hard place. Even she fell victim to people with silver tongues. Even she chose to believe the lies over her trust for him. If anything, she was the one who did Owen wrong the most. The only true advantage she had was he still was emotionally and physically attracted to her. He should hate her.

“Not because of the whole ‘he believed Ophelia instead of me,’ thing — I’m actually pretty much over that. I feel like I’ve won, and as a teenage boy, winning is the greatest feeling that I can have so… No, I’m upset with Marshall over what Jamie did. So, as long as Marshall Radley is attached to Jamie Callaghan, I will not be attached to Marshall Radley.” Owen kept his chin on Trixie’s shoulder, and even nuzzled their cheeks together a bit as they spoke, little signs of affection. “I feel pretty good having you back in my life. The rest of this fallout, to me… it seems a little overkill? This was only ever between me, you, Ophelia, and Hailey. Everyone else getting dragged into it is unfortunate, but whatever.” Not his call, not his problem. Owen shifted where he was and looped his arms around Trixie’s waist, before he reached up with a bite of orange chicken, holding it up to her lips. Then, he whispered in an overly sultry, almost joking tone. “What that mouth do, babygirl?”

“You do realize I was the one that got everyone involved, right?” She turned her head a little more toward him, shaking her head to decline the meat nearing her lips. They were talking about something serious. No food or cute boyfriend tactics would make this better. His mind was warped and making her seem like she was blameless! When really, all the blame should be put on her.

Fine, he’d eat it himself. Owen popped the bite into his mouth, and chewed it while she talked, then shrugged his shoulders. “Your back was against the wall, and you were scared. My back was against the wall, and I would have broken Marshall’s face if Sean hadn’t stepped in when he did. You aren’t holding that against me. Why should I hold your mistakes against? Besides, you’re… you, know a girl. You get more emotional about stuff, and emotionally charged decisions are, as I’ve recently learned myself, sometimes violently out of control.” He shook his head, and took another bite of the food, “but the people you dragged in had no right, and frankly… cooler heads should have prevailed. No one should have been willing to get involved beyond offering you emotional support.”

“Yeah, well.” Trixie reluctantly grabbed a plastic fork and pierced a broccoli, “People are dumb.” They could at least agree on that. She wasn’t going to admit defeat but she would eat for him. Grumpily, she put the of vegetable in her mouth.





This sucked.

It was the worst possible way to make money, there had to be a better way to do this. As far as Megara could tell though, the labor laws of this state, even this country, were firmly stacked against child labor. It was no good, not for her. She needed eight hundred, and ninety eight dollars, and thirty seven cents. How was she supposed to get that much money? It was a meteoric sum, at least to someone her age. She didn’t even know if she’d ever seen that much money in one place before! Was it even legal to carry almost nine hundred dollars around!?

She just wanted trading cards. Little pieces of cardboard with images printed on them, but noooo. It had to be expensive. “Why does everything cost money?!” Megara demanded, though her voice wasn’t met with an answer. She was almost falling in this dumpster, but she ultimately succeeded in her task, and grabbed the empty soda can from the bottom of it, and pulled it before tossing it into the trash bag she had. “Okay, if each one of these is worth a nickel, before taxes and stuff… then I need something like eighteen thousand of them to buy my deck? This whole town doesn’t drink that much soda!”

To Megara’s credit, her morning had not been wasted. She’d been out since around seven that morning, riding her bike around the town of Millington, and stuffing cans into her bag, and it was about half full. By her reckoning, she had about fifty five in the bag now. ...wait. Had she locked the door when she left? ...eh, didn’t matter. Her siblings were grown adults, they could take care of themselves.

“Stupid money.” She grumbled as she threw her legs over the bicycle and adjusted her headphones, before she began pedaling. It was breakfast time at the house by now, and besides, she’d made the important stop of the day, and had collected a few of her money makers along the way. While the trash bag hung off of one of her handlebars, the document that needed the signature of an adult was in her backpack. Once she convinced Demi or Robin — both of whom were adults! — to sign the paper, she could be a paper girl. That certainly paid better than this whole ‘collecting cans’ thing. Even if she had the piece of paper to deliver papers (ha), she needed to make sure she worked on plan b: collect a bunch of soda cans. There was the chance that Demi refused, and it was hard to talk to Robin for long periods of time; he was stinky.

Why couldn’t more people in the neighborhood need babysitting? That was an easy way to make a bunch of money. But noooo, the only one was Ana, and she had a full time nanny or whatever. Meg just wanted her money! She was willing to trade her time, for money! Didn’t adults like that?

If her father was around, she could have asked him or Demi for some money, a little bit at a time, until she’d met her goal. But her father was gone. The adults suspected he’d been kidnapped, but that made no sense to her. If someone asked her (no one ever did), her father had just abandoned them. It was that easy. There was no need for the whole search, or the detective, or any of that crap. Dad just abandoned them.

He had a pilot’s license, by now he could have been in Siberia and they’d never know the difference.

She didn’t understand why that was so hard for people to accept. He took the baby and ran, because mom’s death drove him crazy. Made sense to her.

Megara abandoned her bicycle and the trashbag in the front yard, near the sedan she recognized as her sister’s, and approached the door. With her housekey pulled out, Megara reached for the doorknob… and found it left open, unlocked and inviting to intruders. Tut-tut. “ABIGAIL! YOU LEFT THE DOOR UNLOCKED!” she yelled, kicking her shoes off as she wandered through the walls and toward the kitchen. “Demi! Are you awake!? I need you to sign this paper!”
Tom Hardy and Michelle Williams are the only two actors in Venom who give a shit, yeah. But by my merits it's a wonky mess of a film that was not good by any measure. I had fun with it. But, yeah, I did not like it.


michelle williams is trash. no one but tom did a good job.
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Yeah, it was.


It really wasn't. Tom Hardy did a very good job (as he tends to), and the scenes featuring Eddie and Venom are very good. The action was ok, the cgi was a little wack. It could have been better, much better, but it was certainly a fine movie.
Venom was really fucking bad. I was entertained by how dumb it was. But it was really fucking bad.


it wasnt that bad
Venom's got an audience 88%, though, so, probs take dem critics with a tiny pinch of salt. Or a full pitcher. Or an ocean. Whatever floats le boat.


i, me, personally, i liked it.

Letting Sony make movies is a mistake.

Prove me wrong.


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