Every hairbrush, every comb, every bottle of shampoo, every can of hairspray, every ribbon, every barrette, every ponytail holder, every hair-clip, every scrunchie, every bobby-pin, even the curling-iron she used to give her hair that pretty little coil at the end -- everything was being chucked into the pond. Most of that she doesn't even seem to wear
Losing her One Twoo Wub and losing her HAIR is ON THE SAME LEVEL? Hoooly crud. Did Cori Falls apply NO sanity filter to these fics? None at ALL? Sanity filters are for the weak.
For several minutes, Jessie knealt on the bank of that pond, screaming the scream of ultimate suffering over and over again. Imagine the themes of this fic applied to the tune of 'Ultimate showdown' https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4WgT9gy4zQA
"I treated James like shit, and he hates me now." He never said that. Stop assuming.
"How could you ever love me?" she sobbed. "I was so mean to you! And you think I'm ugly! You said it yourself...." James began to cry again. "God, Jessie, I didn't mean that! I didn't mean it...." (amended version)James stared at her pointedly, choosing his words carefully this time. "I did, but not becuase of your hair...but becuase of your behavior." Tears formed in his eyes and streamed down his face. "You're not the only one who suffered today. I tried to tell you that but you nearly snapped my head off! But even after the pain you cuased... I never hated you. Never have and never will."
"But I don't wanna let her go," he whimpered, hugging Jess more tightly. (amended version) "I'm worried about what will happen if we leave her alone." James whispered, hugging Jess protectively.
I didn't mean to hurt you like that, and I didn't mean all of those terrible things I said." Not terrible. More like a reality check.
On impulse, I pulled out two of my whiskers and tied off either end of the braid with them. There. Now it was complete. Wouldn't that have hurt?
I began to applaud as I slowly emerged from the bushes and approached the swarm. "Impressive!" I said sarcastically. "Ya chopped off a frightened little girl's hair You should be grateful that's all that happened after that little girl pinned them with superglue. A little girl that wanted to murder them.
I had called the Scyther's honor into question Probably the very honor that prevent them from drawing blood in the first place. Team rocket didn't actually wound them, so they didn't actually wound team rocket.
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every ribbon, every barrette, every ponytail holder, every hair-clip, every
scrunchie, every bobby-pin, even the curling-iron she used to give her hair that
pretty little coil at the end -- everything was being chucked into the pond.
Most of that she doesn't even seem to wear
Losing her One Twoo Wub and losing her HAIR is ON THE SAME LEVEL?
Hoooly crud. Did Cori Falls apply NO sanity filter to these fics? None at ALL?
Sanity filters are for the weak.
For several minutes, Jessie knealt on the bank of that pond, screaming the
scream of ultimate suffering over and over again.
Imagine the themes of this fic applied to the tune of 'Ultimate showdown'
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4WgT9gy4zQA
"I treated James like shit,
and he hates me now."
He never said that. Stop assuming.
"How could you ever love me?" she sobbed. "I was so mean to you! And you think I'm
ugly! You said it yourself...."
James began to cry again. "God, Jessie, I didn't mean that! I didn't mean it...."
(amended version)James stared at her pointedly, choosing his words carefully this time. "I did, but not becuase of your hair...but becuase of your behavior." Tears formed in his eyes and streamed down his face. "You're not the only one who suffered today. I tried to tell you that but you nearly snapped my head off! But even after the pain you cuased... I never hated you. Never have and never will."
"But I don't wanna let her go," he whimpered, hugging Jess more tightly.
(amended version) "I'm worried about what will happen if we leave her alone." James whispered, hugging Jess protectively.
I didn't mean to hurt you like that, and I didn't mean all of those
terrible things I said."
Not terrible. More like a reality check.
On impulse, I pulled out two of my whiskers and tied off either
end of the braid with them. There. Now it was complete.
Wouldn't that have hurt?
I began to applaud as I slowly emerged from the bushes and approached the swarm.
"Impressive!" I said sarcastically. "Ya chopped off a frightened little girl's
hair
You should be grateful that's all that happened after that little girl pinned them with superglue. A little girl that wanted to murder them.
I had called the Scyther's honor into question
Probably the very honor that prevent them from drawing blood in the first place. Team rocket didn't actually wound them, so they didn't actually wound team rocket.
~~~SuperNova~~~