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Okay, but as I watch the parade, I am ten thousand percent convinced that back in High School, Jen's squad performed one year.

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It's the day before Thanksgiving and my two muses are handling it VERY differently. Jen is a flurry of activity -- cleaning, shopping, doing all the things a good hostess does. Because this is her first year hosting the pack Thanksgiving dinner. She's attended before, obviously. But this year she's hosting. Michelle, on the other hand, has taken up residence on her father's couch and is flipping through the channels looking for something mindless to watch as she is officially on break til Monday. Huzzah!

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Jen's nails vs. the color she painted Richard's nails.

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Jen's outfit for Wicked.

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It's Wicked day!!! And as such Jen can be heard belting 'The Wizard and I' as she stands in the kitchen, making french toast. And yes, she is putting green and pink sprinkles on it.

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If you don't think Jen went out and purchased a totally pink ensemble for the Wicked movie...well, do I have news for you. She is going all out. Sparkly purse and all

She is also determined to paint Richard's nails a Fiyero blue. Opi does have one as part of their collection...

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The mention of Richard's amber eyes... YES PLEASE.

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Virginia Gardner

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Re-reading these books is kind of wild. As is the amount with which I absolutely LOATHE Jean-Claude. He needs to go. And Richard needs to be with someone much better than Anita.

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✩˚｡⋆  𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐒  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓  𝟏.

below  is  a  list  of  dialogue  said  by  various  characters  from  the  television  series  suits.  this  dialogue  was  gathered  from  various  sites  ,  &  compiled  into  a  list  for  easy  access  &  use.  feel  free  to  change  names  &  pronouns  as  needed.  do  not  add  to  the  list  ,  &  always  reblog  from  the  source.

❝ Anyone  can  do  my  job,  but  no  one  can  be  me.  ❞ ❝ I  refuse  to  answer  on  the  grounds  that  I  don't  want  to.  ❞ ❝ I  don't  get  lucky.  I  make  my  own  luck.  ❞ ❝ You  just  got  Litt  up!  ❞ ❝ I  don't  pave  the  way  for  people,  people  pave  the  way  for  me.  ❞ ❝ What  are  your  choices  when  someone  puts  a  gun  to  your  head?  You  take  the  gun,�� or  you  pull  out  a  bigger  one.  Or,  you  call  their  bluff.  Or,  you  do  any  one  of  a  hundred  and  forty  six  other  things  ❞ ❝  It’s  not  bragging  if  it’s  true.  ❞ ❝  No  kicking.  No  Biting.  No  rabbit  punching.  ❞ ❝  I  need  you  to  babysit  the  client  for  a  while.  ❞ ❝  If  she  asks  any  questions  about  the  deal,  nod  your  head  and  look  pretty.  ❞ ❝  I’m  getting  a  little  tired  of  people  asking  me  if  I  care  or  not.  ❞ ❝  I’m  against  having  emotions.  Not  using  them.  ❞ ❝  I  don’t  see  anyone  lining  up  to  get  your  ass  out  of  here.  ❞ ❝  That’s  the  difference  between  you  and  me.  You  wanna  lose  small,  I  wanna  win  big.  ❞ ❝  They  think  you  care,  they’ll  walk  all  over  you.  ❞ ❝  I  don’t  have  dreams.  I  have  goals.  ❞ ❝  Win  a  no-win  situation  by  rewriting  the  rules.  ❞ ❝  I’m  not  here  for  your  absolution.  I’m  here  for  your  redemption.  ❞ ❝  I  don’t  have  to  overturn  award  like  that  because  I  never  lost  one  in  the  first  place.  ❞ ❝  First  impressions  last.  Start  behind  the  eight  ball  and  you’ll  never  get  in  front.  ❞ ❝  I  don’t  play  the  odds.  I  play  the  man.  ❞ ❝  Don’t  send  a  puppy  to  clean  up  it’s  own  mess.  ❞ ❝  Winners  don’t  make  excuses  when  the  other  side  plays  the  game.  ❞ ❝  When  you’re  backed  against  the  wall.  Knock  the  goddamn  thing  down.  ❞ ❝  Sometimes  good  guys  gotta  do  bad  things  to  make  the  bad  guys  pay.  ❞ ❝  Let  them  hate,  just  make  sure  they  spell  your  name  right.  ❞ ❝  It’s  so  much  easier  to  criticize  someone  else  than  it  is  to  acknowledge  your  own  shortcomings.  ❞ ❝  Do  I  think  I’m  smarter  than  you?  You’re  damn  right  I  do.  But  if  you  think  that  means  I  can’t  kick  your  ass  up  and  down  this  floor,  take  a  swing  and  see  what  happens.  ❞ ❝  You  put  your  interest  above  mine  and  now  I’m  putting  my  interests  back  up  with  yours.  ❞ ❝  You  didn’t  come  all  the  way  here  just  to  tell  me  that.  ❞ ❝  I  always  win.  That’s  what  I  do.  ❞ ❝  I  don’t  respond  to  threats,  I  make  them.  ❞ ❝  Trust  is  a  two-way  street.  If  I  ask  it  from  you,  you’re  getting  it  from  me.  ❞

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I forgot this book had one of my absolute favorite quotes in it.

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Have I mentioned lately how much I love Louie. Cause I love Louie. Like yesssss you tell Anita to get her shit together. Jen? Also loves Louie. She thinks he is the absolute best.

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Brock O'Hurn

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Ugh. Raina. The amount with which she can go fuck herself is endless. I hated her SO much the first time I read these books. And right now, that doesn't seem to be changing.

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Okay. So who is gonna write Richard and/or Jason for me? Cause I desperately need to use Jen more. And try to ignore all the things Laurell did to my actual husband, Richard Zeeman, later in the series.

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Me, every other page, as I re-read The Lunatic Cafe: Shut UP, JC!

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Yeeeah, that wasn't going to happen. Not because she didn't trust her dad -- she did. Implicitly. But because she couldn't let him get involved. Her mom either.

No. She was going to have to handle this one on her own.

"Because JC's annoying. And I can only take so much of him and his...JC-ness." Jean-Claude had been a staple in Michelle's life since the beginning. And thus had showered her with gifts, money, and opportunities beginning on day one. And while Michelle was very VERY grateful for everything (especially her cell phone), it wasn't that far fetched that she would find him....overwhelming at times....

"Things here are way more chill." Again, not technically a lie. Because of course things were way more chill with just the two of them.

"Plus, you aren't as stingy with the weapons."

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Edward was an observant person by nature. By profession, he was downright paranoid. He would have to be far less attentive than he was to his daughter's life not to notice the recent changes in her. He could hope she was interested in hunting for its own sake--there was a certain appeal in raising her to be like him, after all--but he didn't fool himself that it was true just because it was pleasant to think so. There were other changes as well, and he'd noted her sudden distance from the Circus and its occupants. He hadn't quite managed to narrow it down as to who she was avoiding, although several of the lycanthropes were certainly on the list, but he couldn't tell whether that was all or even whether the lycanthropy was relevant. She wasn't a bigot, and she'd never been frightened of them. She was far too much his daughter and Anita's to be either.

He couldn't help a smile at her nerve. It wasn't Ted's down home, good 'ol boy grin designed to put people at ease, but it was small and real and entirely his. "We could," he allowed, turning more fully in the chair to face her and setting the half-cleaned gun aside. "Why don't we make a deal. You can come on this mission, and we'll conveniently forget to tell your mother about it until we're home--" Anita would love that. He didn't think she would actually shoot him for it (and, truly, he would find it most entertaining if she tried) but her rage was always a spectacle to behold. "--If you tell me the real reason you don't want to spend time at the Circus lately."

❛ is that a ‘no’ in your lingo? ❜

"No is no in my lingo, princesa. We'll see means I'll talk to your mother." It wasn’t their week with Anita. Edward spent every other week at The Circus of the Damned and the rest at his ranch outside the city. Both were essentially fortresses designed for her protection, and Michelle was free to move between them as she pleased unless one of them was on a job. He’d always been a solitary creature though, and even that much togetherness could wear on him, with the exception of his daughter, who didn't register as "company" the way most other people did.

They'd never pretended she wasn't a surprise or that they ever intended to stay together for so long. He’d doubted their ability to make it work in the beginning, but he thought they'd done better than expected, all things considered. An open relationship suited both of them just fine. Edward had never particularly believed in monogamy or marriage, nor was that even an option for Anita now that she carried so many of Jean Claude's hungers, but he did love her, perhaps more than he’d ever loved anyone besides his daughter.

It wasn’t his style to sideline Michelle from a job. He'd raised her to be a warrior, though he cared very little whether she followed in his footsteps or forged her own path. He simply wanted her to be able to protect herself. In an ideal world, he and Anita would always be there to keep her safe. In a practical one, they'd both made a lot of enemies in their lines of work. He’d made sure she'd grown up knowing how to handle every weapon in the house, taking sparring lessons and survival training, and when her necromancy flared to life, he'd personally taken her to Antia's abuela for magical training.

Those cool blue eyes lifted from the gun he was meticulously cleaning to settle on her, an appraising look to them. He didn’t have to put on his Ted persona in the privacy of their home. He never had for Michelle. He didn’t have to pretend he was anything other than exactly what he was. "I think you're ready. But if your mother doesn't agree, we'll discuss other options. Either way, we'll get you into the field." He didn’t care if Anita agreed with that. If she couldn't operate in the field, then all her training was useless. She needed to be able to react to real threats and still keep her head.

Michelle had always gone happily between her parents' residences -- basically deciding upon a whim where she wanted to be that week. However, as of late, she had been spending more and more time at her father's ranch, returning to the Circus only when Edward did. At first Anita had assumed Michelle was upset with her over some slight…teenagers, after all, had a tendency to be overly dramatic. To see every 'no' as a personal slight. But now….now she wasn't so sure. It made her wonder if there was something deeper going on with the girl.

For her part, Michelle was doing everything she could to make it all seem normal. She loved her father. Worshipped him. So her choosing to spend time with him was hardly unusual. What was unusual was her actively avoiding those she had spent her whole life around. Nathaniel. Jason. As a child, they were some of her favorite people and now she wouldn't even pick up their calls.

But then, what teenager actually answered calls? Texts only, please…

Tugging at the end of her sleeves (an oversized hoodie clearly stolen from one of the people she was now ignoring), she nodded. That was another thing…her interest in 'hunting' had skyrocketed. In being in the field.

"They say its easier to apologize than ask permission. Can't we just do that? Talk to her AFTER we get back?" Cause otherwise, Michelle was going to have to return to the Circus during her father's upcoming trip and well…she was not looking forward to doing so.