when will we ever learn

An inspiration blog for Felix Katz, a man of many universes-- some original, some not. Run by Felixity.
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nowyoukno:

If you believe someone is lying, then change subject of a conversation quickly, a liar follows along willingly and becomes more relaxed. A guilty person wants the subject changed; an innocent person may be confused by the sudden change in topics and will want to back to the previous subject. You can learn more at nowyoukno.com

You are a vast ocean. Too broad. -R

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felixity:

Felix’s trainer card! 
In my AU for him, he’s a field researcher for Silph Co. who really wants to be the best trainer there ever was. While also being the best researcher. While also being the best inventor. What he’s managed to accomplish so far is seeing huge portions of the Pokemon world while churning out effective treatments for steel type pokemon and some interesting data on TMs. He’s got a fair number of badges, but he’s nowhere near professional. 
He probably has a small fanclub that really likes his sense of style and fashion.
(His mom is president.)
His first pokemon was a Purrloin, which was a gift from his family. She’s his little princess and loves cuddling with him and stealing food. Sableye was given to him for research in minerals and for digging around for rock/steel types. Volcarona was a teenage present— his grandmother gave him an egg and a Larvesta hatched out of it. He raised it from birth and it has a terrible habit of trying to snuggle up to him.
Sceptile was ‘liberated’ from Team Magma as a Grovyle. Felix pretends it was a selfless act but, really, all he saw was ‘leaf gecko’ and had a need.
BEST TRAINER.

felixity:

Felix’s trainer card! 

In my AU for him, he’s a field researcher for Silph Co. who really wants to be the best trainer there ever was. While also being the best researcher. While also being the best inventor. What he’s managed to accomplish so far is seeing huge portions of the Pokemon world while churning out effective treatments for steel type pokemon and some interesting data on TMs. He’s got a fair number of badges, but he’s nowhere near professional. 

He probably has a small fanclub that really likes his sense of style and fashion.

(His mom is president.)

His first pokemon was a Purrloin, which was a gift from his family. She’s his little princess and loves cuddling with him and stealing food. Sableye was given to him for research in minerals and for digging around for rock/steel types. Volcarona was a teenage present— his grandmother gave him an egg and a Larvesta hatched out of it. He raised it from birth and it has a terrible habit of trying to snuggle up to him.

Sceptile was ‘liberated’ from Team Magma as a Grovyle. Felix pretends it was a selfless act but, really, all he saw was ‘leaf gecko’ and had a need.

BEST TRAINER.

“I can’t believe you grew up with this.”

He squinted up at her, the sun haloing her head. “It’s pretty cool, yeah.” He dug his toes deeper into the sand, enjoying the heat as it curled around them. The water splashed against the shore, turning the almost white sand a murky brown.

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Madison’s nose wrinkled. “Do you have anything that isn’t… well, this?” She gestured to the radio.

Felix leaned up from the back. “This what?” Theo shook his head, a half-hidden smile on his lips, but he didn’t answer Felix’s suspicious look. “It’s good music,” he defended. Saranya laughed and Felix whipped around to glower at her. “You’re back here with me. Remember that.”

And I don’t give a damn about a greenback, a dollar,” Madison howled off-key. “Spend it fast as I can, says the rich urban politician.” Saranya laughed and joined in.

What’s a mob to a king? What’s a king to a god? What’s a god to a non-believer?”

But baby I been, I been prayin’ hard, said no more counting dollars, we’ll be counting stars—

“It’s not that bad,” he shouted. Marcy danced in her seat beside him, still singing about stars, her hands up in the air as his mix clicked over to another song. Saranya grinned at him, something between amusement and slight malice in her dark eyes. “It’s better than Theo’s.”

Madison jerked half-way around. “I haven’t heard his, but bullshit. Country’s not worse than political hymns from the urban pulpit.”

Something warm coiled around his heart. “Switch it over, then,” he said. Theo’s smile vanished as Madison ran a finger over the iPod’s display.

The radio went silent and Theodore leaned forward to speak to Madison. “Maybe we should do Ren’s—”

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