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With light by
A kimo sequence
1
That grew beside a human door! With light
by light: lonely thing, that soon
he rose and warmth of loue.
2
But Flight. Of air, not pure as it, yet pure,
doth well delight. My slumber
was gone for you, my dear.
3
Because the blue sky bends over and trust
that I shall those tears; take me
to the centre. But there.
4
Pushing toward daybreak. A dainty dish to
set before me, when the trance
was o’er, the mastiff bitch?
5
I do not the disaligned. Though yet,
heaven seems half-way to lift
some weight of low replies.
6
That hole where leather men are vain? And slowly
rolled her with me, we’re wed
to one eternity.
7
I have been faithful to you, Cynara!
Harry, Tommy, Wilfred, Edward,
Bert—and light and song.
8
Stay with your old baggage. Plunge them in up
to thee, and thee to mee: no,
no, no, my Deare, let bee.
9
Says, I wanted to get married. With blushing
shame, by rage suppress’d, let
tears, and weep each other?
10
To sit a star upon the floor below.
And, Do I dare?
No, no, my Deare, let bee.
11
Cannot flie away. Nor equal, nor
unequal: each fulfils defect
in each, and lang’rous waist!
12
—Thy words, relieve my verse in time, your fortune—
range the wilds of Time, perhaps
not a woman, off!
13
Make in misery to live. And lie, ever
singing, each to each. Makes
you tyrants in the end.
14
Free from fear, they cross’d the diver’s brain, for
a lady’s chamber floor. Yet
so did I let my friend.
15
Now do I know this: I fell in love wilt
hear; if from thee. Oh Angel
of hopeless, lasting flames!
16
After than Phoebus, if he seav’n times bright!
For forbidden fires. To spit
out all the dance was mine.
17
Bright eyes, that all her hard and cold white as
stone. Involved in stillness, plighted
vows fleeting as air!
18
Assist the field is universe into
a lute. Is it indeed so?
Be thine! The air is still!
19
I told my love had seen mine execution.
Curse on all best exceed
proportions of the year.
20
And gave a twist to me. Which stands check’d;
Religion of my mind, thy words,
thou art as tyrannies.
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I’ll wrap it round. Till the same chance!—Harry,
Tommy, Wilfred, Edward, Bert—
and light a cigarette.
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And all thou know’st to my dear doting heart.
Do love you here is none like
a dog in a kennel.
23
But tis twilight dawned; and out of sight. Owe
this dearest, that long-wish’d-for
end, full to thee, and doubt.
24
The lovely lady’s shroud. I heard the mermaid
now, for I will say: How
his hair is growin’ yet.
25
Give me the shade of the sky.—An’ Charlie,
he’s my darling, the young
Chevalier. And is he gone?
26
Ah! The Castle wa’, she saw three bonie boys
playing with a dying fall
beneath the huge oak tree?
27
Our bed is lovely maid and sees a damsel
bright a dame! Hand, turning
her grave. By more than dead!
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And like a noon-dew, wanderings I have
sinn’d! I want to glide a sunbeam
by the Maiden’s side!
29
Where I fly, pursue, rise in the brain is
not so. Spake words Sir Leoline.
I dreamed I was a child!
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By thee to mount, and complaint of present
the bonie laddie in. Bare, lest aught
unholy loiter here?
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And love to so base a vice, for no man
knows. Much, Cynara! No matter
by the might be well!
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He danced with rough. Amid that scenes appear
where’er I turn me not to
belie his soul with clay.
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Run afresh, as if she ’d said, Gee woe!
I lift my heavy eyelids
my anguish hangs like shame.
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To the fault; I view my crime, but kind? To
labour was thine! And do accept
my madness, and weak.
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He drank: her fair large bright and slender oats
foraged in the lady’s
chamber door; and the sun.
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A cool suspense from pain; thy life destroy.
The wanton thru the flower
amang them very ill.
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Of lonely way, close by the castle bell.
As if she be small, jewel-like
flower unfamiliar.
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The way to the blood runs out across the
sounds and strange man should presume?
That is so vex’d with thee.
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To know her but I? Or foxlike in difference.
And thus she stooped, methought
I heard a hollow sound.
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A blue moon for an instant leper. Lord
of her beauty lies, when faithful
to the land of spike?
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And none of us thought thus watred was
my strange death of Jesus set
me free. In this fashion.
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But could have this; she shall: then my hopes and
men, who looked askance and end
with his society?
43
And those tender-ship, cried Sally Brown! Sleeps,
and love all night upon mine
ears, both I and the brow!
44
Within the bathroom floor mocks your haire with
me! So, the year, that yours and
mine had bound us lie?
45
Van Diemen’s land if certain when two dewdrops
on the best, even to
life in the airport. Ah!
46
Seized, inside my honest faith in this man
no more, but other me? A
shining steps of thy child!
47
Lingered in the moon is behind, and saw
thee woman in contractions
are five minutes apart.
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Comes first—light in what they might half undo
it. Of loue new-coin’d to her
from the pitiless wave?
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And his Anguish grew—how bear it? But, as
luckless, I have sworn to bury
all things undo me.
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That looks up at the lady by her word
were it even for me. Loathe
the side-lie of a truth.
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For once, a tremor breakfast the sky ascends,
wi’ sangs o’ joy. And damning
their necks, where away?
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And flush themselves forsake and for very
feare would return to life, to
life in thee has killed it.
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And the rain on my soul. And I was a
rose that green mama who first
forced me to Mortal part.
54
Scott, Rogers, Campbell, Moore, and Crabbe will trim.
To sail with old Benbow; and
here, ev’n then, shall be poor.
55
The Sexes rose to work upon is much
too much, some say, she seems that
sweet said, that thou to dread?
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And hark, again! From happy pieties,
thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense
sweet face of you and me.
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Why should poor beauty from my love, my life.
But, as luckless, I have known
the rain lasts anywhere.
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In the bud will wear white despair? Wilt thou
go with me, we’re wed to one
eternity in days?
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Not Ida; ’ clasp it once all-fragrant-curtain’d
love begins again. Then
downward like those who love.
60
What peace. And her voice is strength beguiled, this
golden foot of May is on
the bloated hiss of death.
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For I have slept on the brands were stopt with
griefe. Still as death, can break her
word were it bitterness.
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The earth forever! It must be because
it is a precious seal of
my life, myself—and you.
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Is changed in a convent’s solitary
Child. When I break through all the
grist of its insides grow.
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Now folds the maid and thine for me. Than Heaven,
my Lover, were my Chamber
Heaven’s sun staineth.
65
Err I dare to look at the basin and
wriggling on thy fame! My own
heart’s heart, where, while I weep!
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Till love you, dear, I’ll love you all; let Virtue
be your soules; come wait on
hir whom winged Psyche true!
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I waste my heart and mine should hindred be.
Gloom, and nothing can be old,
for as you with my death.
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For once and show me what I meant, at all.
Proud of many, lives upon
his gaine is our lost will.
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I call, I call: who do ye call? And the
rent, and long to stay with your
old baggage. I would get.
70
—Not the power to burn and be all that
bloody torments you doe give,
creatures, couched her homage.
71
Geraldine shakes thee hence. Yet, if Hope has
flown away in a night, or
in nothing but a feint.
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That heart to this fool lord, dare I bid her
abide by her side; nor strange.
That is misunderstood.
73
You soarer, you of the sea. ’ Echoing
straits between the hills? Again
she sees my lady’s maid.
74
Nor shall die tonight, I wrote this morning.
Black Melancholy reigns; what
means the warm leaden sheet.
75
And the gravelly sand take a body
to it, even blue-eyed fly
to the field. Sir Leoline?
76
From op’ning on the crowing cock, how
drowsily it crew. Shall ever
was in our own child-bed.
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Within and whom I am confined. Water
so cleanly I myself
upon the floor below.
78
Cries to catch her but I? Of all that we
see or seem is but as a
tomb which happened balloon.
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Out for love, to give the wreath’d trellis of
a working brain, love alone.
With a moonlight and song.
80
I lift my heaven knows, in joys and woe
so many times. To the banks,
close of each too, too late.
81
My soul would only be the best, even
to life in losing mine? Naked,
a double behind.
82
Like cliffs which have no fear! Beneath the weight
of soil, nothing new is in
us, and were at peace.
83
I knew a beautiful olives. We men
and drivers in a bar-room
around its wings and neck.
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—Come live with me—or fall from its boundless
mere, with true sight! This day my
journey should I presume?
85
Into many a summer’s front doth sing
and saying plainly of not
turning from yonder bay?
86
Oft did I rove by bonnie Doon, how can
you bloom so fresh and faithful
to its crisis? Have guessed?
87
I fell, and fro, while I weep! And turning
away, wants to be made, cobbling
at the lasting flames!
88
Such gentle still dictates, and those faire skin,
beamy eyes, for the quarters,
and looking to the Pole.
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Pitiless wave? Flickering gyres, but
he’d once about to have gone
to the sun delights me.
90
And may appear so when this rebellious
heart, and that will show itself
to stone. Nay, fairer yet!
91
To swell a progress, start up, the same chance!
As old as a dog, as quiet
as a skeleton.
92
Move still doth breeding flow’rs. They will sing to
me. That even its grossest
flatterers dare not brave.
93
That looks up at the happy again. A
clover, a Fisherman mends
a glimmers on to me.
94
To them through my fingers am I at
all satisfied. Her deadly
pangs be drown’d, while I slept.
95
Rain on thee; yet eyes this curious friend.
The winged’ steed, I wish we never
looks both small and dull.
96
And make my old excuse, ’ proving his
caresses by the cold. With open
eyes ah woe is me!
97
To deem, as a most logical conclusion,
that ’s underneath the
weight. It even for me?
98
Nay, by my own eyes inspiring hole.
My heart is dust at the pin;
and here, ev’n then, shall meet!
99
Unto the straitest best of all to Love
than is or ever dear! Angels
of the precious jewel.
100
Ida came behind. That brought to. But to-
morrow, the field. While prostrate
here increase! To the field.
101
I cried for madder music and forms of
men! His gentle daughter is
safe and fro, while I weep!
#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 8#153 texts#kimo sequence
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Daily Rise Quotes: DAY 153
Leo: You've been portal chopped!
(Rise of the TMNT: The Movie)
#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#quote#risequotes#day 153#rottmnt movie#rise of the tmnt: the movie#leo#leonardo#leonardo hamato#rise leo#rise leonardo#alt text
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pov: you and your partner are about to drag your other partner home and strangle him for going through with the demon genocide plan because you can’t seem to get it through his thick skull that he doesn’t have to shoulder these burdens alone and he gives you this look
#you know he had to do it to 'em#“Sorry for committing war crimes. It will happen again.”#but then it finally becomes “it won't happen again” :'')#Norrayemma#Noremray#Imperial Capital Battle Arc#TPN 153#Norman#Emma#Ray#FSS Shenanigans#『𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦』#the 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 I feel at that quote#one of the instances where I wish they'd kept the Shounen Jump Greek chorus text on the page#the carefully cultivated calmness and attempt to project a persona of tranquility against the backdrop of total decimation#his light blue vest matching one of the many shades of the sky to further evoke a sense of the former in the viewer's mind#no attempt at hiding the destruction behind him as he lays it all bare before them#trying to convince them his mind has achieved true clarity‚ yet his face is in shadows as he's haunted by what he's done#but he has no time left to dwell on it#so he accepts whatever their feelings may be at what he's done‚ resolved to find solace in them being able to have a future#[Ray: Ah. So this is what it's like being on the other side of this.]
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✨ 9 favourite films that I watched (for the first time) in 2023 ✨
tagged by @losthavenmine
i would say that the above movies just easily slithered its way in my top movies of all time! the lighthouse and awakenings are among my top favourites of all time and i'd consider 2023 my carpenter year! really excited to dive more into carpenter his work next year, as well as diving further in older cinema.
#text#tagged#not tagging anyone bc i never know who to tag :~#i watched 153 movies this year but not a lot made An Impact tbh#otherwise i would have only put one carpenter movie on here
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i shine bright like a dead star
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[Day 153]
"This doesn't seem like a good idea"
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#dddaily4sherin#ethoslab#grian#goodtimeswithscar#mumbo jumbo#isdoodles#secret life#secret life smp#trafficblr#traffic smp#Aka the initial idea was just warden darkness color experimenting#I tried to add the puslse effect kinda but I have no clue what I'm doing LOL
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2022 OMEGA X WORLD TOUR [CONNECT :Don't give up] ⠀ NORTH AMERICA TOUR SCHEDULE ⠀ 🎫 Tickets on sale Thursday AUG 18, 2022 EST 5:00PM LOCAL TIME ⠀ #OMEGA_X #오메가엑스 #CONNECT #Dont_give_up #AMERICA_WORLDTOUR ⠀ https://t.co/C3NG6WmgIf
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꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊 ─ 𝐃𝐑𝟑 ˚₊· ꒱꒱
─ summary . . . ❨ a new york love story between a charming aussie and a grad student and it all started in a cafe ❩
─ pairing . . . ❨ daniel ricciardo x fem! grad student! reader ❩
─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩
─ author note . . . ❨ this is going to be a one part thing so no part two unfortunately (and please don’t ask for one) sorry as I wanna try and write something a bit more angsty but anyway enjoy! ❩
❨ taglist | masterlist ❩
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CUTE BARISTA
hi
COFFEE CUP GUY
hi
dame guess you are full of surprises
CUTE BARISTA
how so?
COFFEE CUP GUY
I didn't think you were gonna text me
since I figured you must get guys numbers all the time
CUTE BARISTA
yeah I do
but you are the first guy I've ever actually texted back
COFFEE CUP GUY
oh really?
so it wouldn't be too bold of me to ask if we could hang out
CUTE BARISTA
sure
why don't you come over to my place
and we can take it from there
COFFEE CUP GUY
just send me the address babe and I'll be there whenever you want me
CUTE BARISTA
xxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxx
9pm tonight
see you then sweetheart
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yourinstagram he stays the night and suddenly he thinks that he can use my kitchen
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bestfriend1 GIRL-
bestfriend1 RUE WHEN WAS THIS
bestfriend1 THE FACT THIS WAS THE FIRST THING ON MY FEED WHEN I WOKE MY STUNNIN ASS UP THIS FINE NEW YORK MORNING
bestfriend2 you better be spilling in the chat about this fine ass man
⤷ bestfriend1 word or else shit is gonna get ugly
⤷ yourinstagram my timbers are shivered
friend1 okay but cooking shirtless on the morning of the first night is WILD BOLD
friend2 this guys rizz is up god dame
friend3 he got a brother?
friend4 this mf better treat you better than the last bitch you dated or else trust it will get ugly
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BABY KOALA
hey baby
we need to talk
MY KINDA COFFEE
hi babe!
yeah sure what's up
BABY KOALA
I got seat for this season
at alpha tauri
MY KINDA COFFEE
OMG
THAT'S AMAZING
we shoul def celebrate you tonight
BABY KOALA
that's the thing
they want me to fly out tonight
MY KINDA COFFEE
oh...
when will I see you again
BABY KOALA
that's the think I wanted to talk about
I think we should break up
MY KINDA COFFEE
what?
daniel...
did I do something wrong?
is there someone else
please baby talk to me
BABY KOALA
no baby
you did nothing wrong
and there isn't anyone else but you
your perfect sweetheart and don't you forget that
but as much as I love you
I don't want to be selfish and make you put your whole life on hold for me
this has been the best couple of months of my life
but my life is hectic and both of us together may not work out how we want it to
you deserve a guy who is there for you 24/7
someone who isn't in another country every other week
someone who can be there to watch you graduate
and someone who could give you all of their hours and love you like the angel that you are
so I'm setting you free
I think it's best if we see other people
MY KINDA COFFEE
yeah...
that sounds great
guess this is goodbye then daniel
BABY KOALA
goodbye Y/N
I love you
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anon ─ could u write a fic about daniel ricciardo where they met while he was in nyc (she’s a student in grad school there) and they spend a summer together but don’t officially get in a relationship. later, he goes back to racing when the season starts and they agree to see other people even though he loves her? (smut/fluff/angst) 🙏
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Fwb Riddle with the prompts "You don't have to leave, you know" and/or "Stay the night tonight" 🥺
AAAA YES YES. OTL
(fwb dialogues)
“You don’t have to leave, you know,” Riddle murmurs, watching you pick up your discarded clothes scattered on the floor. He’s sitting up in his bed, the covers draped lazily over his lap. Awkwardly, he wrings his hands out of nervous habit.
You glance over your shoulder at him, stunned. “I thought you didn’t have time today. You told me so—said you’d rather be studying when I texted you.”
“Yes. Well…” He huffs, averting his eyes. “I’ve changed my mind. So… If it’s not asking too much, stay the night tonight.”
You tilt your head, resting your hands on your hips. “Isn’t there some rule about this in the Queen of Hearts’s law?”
Riddle chuckles, regaining slivers of confidence with every passing second. “There’s nothing in the rulebook that says I’m not allowed to share my space with you. We’re abiding by the rules.”
“Most of the time.”
Riddle blinks at you, opens his mouth to question you, and then clamps it shut. His face explodes with color. He remembers the night well—the party at the lounge. He only went for courtesy’s sake, accompanied by Trey and Cater, and he’d planned to make his rounds, greet everyone in turn, and leave before he missed evening tea. Rule 153 — One must only drink herbal tea in the evenings.
But then someone passed a fruity drink into his hand—something that was so very obviously alcoholic from the look and sight alone—and Riddle had thought himself strong enough to decline. Even though his wits were about him, they crumbled at the sight of you, merrily giggling alongside Kalim and indulging in the type of mindless fun he’s never had the chance to know. He’s never needed to rely on liquid courage or anything like it; he derives enough confidence from the ever-present fear of failure and that keeps him going.
But this was different, and it wasn’t very secretive to the keen eyes of his friends and dorm mates.
Cater had nudged Riddle, grinning encouragingly. “You literally never get to see (Name) outside of class. Now’s your chance! Go make Cay-Cay proud and talk a bit.”
Riddle flustered outright. “I’ve no idea what we’d even talk about!”
“The upcoming exam,” Trey prompted with a half-shrug. “Nothing gets people talking faster than when it comes to exams they aren’t looking forward to.”
For once Riddle doesn’t find academics an appealing conversation subject. But he hadn’t had time to deliberate because Cater looped arms with him and skipped over in your direction.
Riddle learned two very valuable lessons that night. One: Never drink wine in copious amounts no matter how delicious it is. Two: Never hook up anywhere near or in the Mostro Lounge.
It’s been months since that party, an irresponsible mistake on his part, and he’s arguably closer with you than he’s ever been. Physically, perhaps. Emotions are…difficult. Neither of you signed up for the emotional benefits. Just the sex. Sometimes he wishes there was more. Rule 53 — One must replace anything stolen.
But how can you do that when you’re not aware of the thing you’ve unintentionally stolen?
Riddle surfaces from that rumination, refusing to dignify that with incoherent, embarrassed sputtering. Instead, he simply says, “Certain situations call for…exceptions.”
“Is that what I am?” you ask, stepping into your underwear. Riddle’s gaze traces the length of your legs. “An exception to the rules? Last I checked there’s no rule saying we can’t kiss.”
“And there aren’t any rules prohibiting you from staying either.”
You pause, half-dressed. “No, I guess not… I don’t want to ruin your study time, though. I may be an exception, but I don’t want to be a distraction.”
“We could study together.”
“You’re the only guy I know who’d study after sex.”
Riddle bristles. “W-What else am I meant to do?”
An amused smile curls on your lips. You cover the distance to the bed and lean over to meet him. He stares at you, swept up in your charm. You’re everything his mother would object to. Your relationship doesn’t suit that of normal, standard love (because it’s not), but it’s his choice and no one, not even the rules or his mother, can influence that. It’s messy and imperfect, but it’s all his.
“You could try talking to me,” you offer, your face within kissing distance. “Not about school or dorm stuff. But about you.”
Oh.
Yeah, you’re right. He could try that.
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Play along: Amrev codebreaker!
While browsing through some primary materials reading up about John Laurens’ mission to France as special minister to the court of Versailles, I came across a letter that he wrote to the president of the Continental Congress on 9 April 1781 that included a coded message using a numerical cipher.
I took a shot at deciphering it – here’s the process I followed, and you can play along too!
1. The first step, of course, was to determine which specific encryption was being used. After a bit of digging, I came across the immensely useful United States diplomatic codes and ciphers, 1775-1938 by Ralph E Weber. He explains that the cipher in question was “prepared on separate encode and decode sheets, the latter contained 660 printed numbers, with usually 600 words, syllables, and letters of the alphabet scattered randomly throughout the sheet.” So, for example, the word “congress” is “143”, the syllable “el” is “593” and the letter “r” is “215”. This cipher was an updated and improved version of the one used by Benjamin Tallmadge, and Weber explains that Laurens was the first one to use it. Weber also handily provides the decode table in an appendix.
2. The second step was to design an efficient way to decode the hundreds of numbers Laurens used in his letter, and the obvious answer was my good friend the spreadsheet. I transferred the table from the book to Google Sheets, which was mildly tedious but hugely time-saving later on.
3. Now the fun part! I typed out the numbers from Laurens’ letter, and then used a simple LOOKUP formula to match the number to the decoded text.
The cipher also includes two nuances - an underscore beneath the word means a plural, and an overscore denotes adding an “e” - so I marked these in the cells with pink and green highlights respectively.
4. The final step was correcting a few errors in my table, refining the decoding (some numbers have various iterations to save space, such as 103 which can be any one of “ec/eck/ek” depending on which syllable is needed), and extracting the final text.
It all reads very smoothly, with the singular exception of “ght-f-t”, which is the way Laurens rendered the word “gift”. The obvious explanation for this mangle is that he mis-wrote 340 (ght) instead of 170 (gi).
That’s definitely 340, 304, 196 which decodes as “ght-f-t”.
While it seems like a strange error to make, bear in mind that the encoding sheet (the one Laurens was using to change plaintext into numbers) would have been listed in alphabetical order to make finding the numbers easier (while the person at the other end has the sheet in numerical order, to reverse the process just as easily). And when we sort alphabetically, we can see that 340 and 170 are right next to each other:
A simple slip to make for someone writing coded letters late at night in low candlelight.
If you want to play along:
Here’s the code/decode spreadsheet.
And here is the transcribed text (underlines for plurals, asterisk for added “e”). I've given the solution under the cut!
I have employed the most unremitting efforts to obtain a prompt and favorable decision relative to the object of my mission_ 381, 304, 543, 437, 366, 377, 276, 75, 75, 226, 269, 385, 426, 377, 17, 465, 197, 481, 428, 593, 381, 355, 153, 278*, 428, 333, 70, 18, 405, 184, 226, 291, 197, 376, 524, 330, 446, 362, 449, 143
The Count de Vergennes communicated to me yesterday his most Christian Majesty's determination to guarantee 381, 59, 594, 18, 9, 205, 330, 497, 254, 401, 376, 503, 306, 503, 467, 428, 226, 236, 330, 278*, 245, 205, 506, 99, 376, 381, 381, 256, 184, 90, 340, 304, 196
...and the value of the military effects which may be furnished from the Royal Arsenal, 418, 330, 497, 428, 197, 380, 377, 196, 376, 45, 278, 245, 205
I shall use my utmost endeavours to procure an immediate 467, 208, 491, 18, 278*, 9, 205, 45, 278, 42, 381, 230, 215, 355, 18, 237, 330, 497*, 215, 167, 290, 377, 376, 341, 278, 182, 302, 75, 376, 59, 594, and shall renew my solicitations for the 357, 34, 197, 18, 203, 291, 491, 481, 484, 34, 325, 89, 113, 392, 197, 269, 336, 458, 278*, 97, 18, 245, 205 may not be 126, 21, 215, 497, 376, 341, 296, 75, 477, 226, 103, 196, 481, 278*, 483, 215, 553, 75*, 18, 238, 377, 59, 374, 478, the providing this article I fear will be attended with great difficulties and delays as all the 476, 490, 481, 36, 228, 351, 392, 226, 197, 18, 237, are remote from the sea, and there are no 441, 420, 50, 563, 503, 197, 18, 377, 59, 278, suitable to our purposes.
The cargo of the Marquis de la Fayette will I hope arrive safe under the convoy of the Alliance_ 481, 341, 78, 465, 75, 426, 408, 596, 115, 76, 376, 174, 196*, 291, 103, 197, 75, 75, 184, 226, 197, 281, 5, 171, 278*, 428, 593, 381, 355, 492, 194, 236, 376, 45, 574, 408, 504, 366, 381, 506, 197, 197, 193, 213, 75, 197, 199, 291, 377, 197
The Marquis de Castries has engaged to make immediate arrangements for the safe transportation of the pecuniary and the other succours destined for the United States_ 481, 350, 215, 167, 450, 196, 376, 34, 381, 75, 473, 376, 76*, 458, 278*, 72, 208, 449, 577, 114, 89, 405, 486, 497, 197, 113, 126, 34, 361, 376, 269, 278*, 277, 291, 104, 381, 113, 278*, 401, 230, 408, 550, 552, 342, 291
Have fun!
I have employed the most unremitting efforts to obtain a prompt and favorable decision relative to the object of my mission_ after many discussions, difficulties and delays with the details of which it is needless to trouble congress.
The Count de Vergennes communicated to me yesterday his most Christian Majesty's determination to guarantee a loan of ten millions to be opened in Holland in addition to the six millions granted as a gracious gift.
...and the value of the military effects which may be furnished from the Royal Arsenal are to be deducted from the six million.
I shall use my utmost endeavours to procure an immediate advance of the ten millions from the treasury of France to be replaced by the proposed loan,
and shall renew my solicitations for the supplies of the ordinance and military stores on credit that the present of six millions may not be absorbed by thousands objects and the purchase of necessary clothing
the providing this article I fear will be attended with great difficulties and delays as all the wool and manufactories of France are remote from the sea, and there are no
public magazines of cloth suitable to our purposes.
The cargo of the Marquis de la Fayette will I hope arrive safe under the convoy of the Alliance_ and by satisfying our immediate necessities prevent the delays above-mentioned from having any disagreeable consequences
The Marquis de Castries has engaged to make immediate arrangements for the safe transportation of the pecuniary and the other succours destined for the United States_ and has repeatedly assured me that the naval superiority which will be established on the American coast the ensuing campaign
#historical john laurens#john laurens#amrev#18th century history#code breaking#it's my birthday so naturally i must give all my beloved mutuals and followers a lil gift#let me know what results you got!!
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Your dress groomes have sight
He gaed within a story now such those
the people hart banterns. Where, So I have
been a nod. Whence, what last our most faded
flip-flops. And blow; thrall, most decree! Can my
Gates, as her chaste? Of the restores, twas old
heaven we met you, so pick and thy strange
matter of dynamite and when other;
and me: but twas vpon sometimes unloved
loneliness is sphere the fields;—reflected, each
lights which see that warfare under-tents for
one hip quivering the fathers. Old Eolus
the other in one forgot nowe slender
to years half-opening most to
Dissolution grass turning of old decree!
#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 5#153 texts#sonnet
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Drag king Stormé DeLarverie was considered the mother of New York’s queer community for many decades. They continued to work as a bouncer at lesbian bars well into their 80s.
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Quote source: Leslie Feinberg’s Transgender warriors: making history from Joan of Arc to Dennis Rodman p.153
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TPN 181 - WSJ Release vs Volume Release Differences
#wait what they changed the last few pages? have to look it up in my volume o.o (via @officersnickers on this post)
Yeah I've talked about it a bit before in this post, but the volume version adds nine pages on to the WSJ release of chapter 181 and tweaks some of the frames starting around page 17, besides the inclusion of this incredibly poignant side scene at the beginning of the chapter:
The first is an expansion of Emma's speech to the demon god that spreads one panel's dialogue across multiple panels and adds on a bit of new text.
Pages 17-20, WSJ release:
Pages 17-22, volume release:
Pages 19-25 of the WSJ release and 21-27 of the volume release remain the same.
Pages 25-28, WSJ release:
In the volume release, page 27 is the same as WSJ's 25, but page 28-29 adds a dream sequence/vision of Norman and Ray finding Emma on the shore they washed up on two years ago, as if she was always there, waiting for them to turn around and find her like in the chapter title art:
Page 30 expands WSJ's page 26 dialogue out across more panels:
Page 31 removes the "screw destiny" text in the panel next to Alex in WSJ's 27 and replaces it with a panel of Zack, Thoma, Gilda, Lanni, Rossi, Mark, and Jemima (the rest is the same):
The "screw destiny" text is moved to the bottom of page 32 while the top is a mix of flashback panels that include a straight-up lifted one of the trio hug from chapter 27, a new panel of Emma and Ray running after they remove the trackers in chapter 33 but before Anna tends to their wounds, a new spread of some of the kids in the bunker during the Cuvitidala arc, and a tweaked version of Emma and Ray extending their hands to Norman in chapters 153 and 154; Emma wears a slightly different smile while Ray wears a more relieved smile on his face as opposed to his stern frown in the originals:
The page 33-34 spread expands the scene on WSJ's page 28 to include more characters as well as alter the expressions of the characters who were on the original page. Notably, Don, Gilda, and Jemima can be seen crying now, Ray's smile is less intense and now softer and more fond, Norman is sporting a blush with tears pricking his eyes, and Emma's hint of a blush is stronger as tears prick her eyes as well, both in the group shot and in the panel of her by herself.
Page 35-36 is an extended spread I've talked about before:
This spread legit made me catch my breath for the briefest of seconds seeing it for the first time. Such a powerful statement conveyed in such simple concept: how after centuries of suffering on the grounds of Grace Field, that chapter of history closes as life blooms anew.
Page 37 shows what life is like for Mujika and Sonju as they lead the demon world into a new era (since Leuvis dipped lol)
And the final page of the volume's version of the chapter shows Emma running off to join her family in front of Alex's home, now filled with plenty of laughter and life again:
The anniversary picture from WSJ #36/37 2020 hints at the kids building more around it:
#/late lol#so happy Demizu let Norman ugly cry in the extended version fkjsd 🤍🤍#TPN Spoilers#The Promised Neverland#Yakusoku no Neverland#YnN#Human World Arc#TPN 181#TPN Cast#Grace Field Kids#TPN Emma#Emma#Full Score Trio#FSS Chatter#officersnickers#Zazie doing a touchdown pose in the final panel of the chapter :'')#Rossi looking on with murderous intent in the bunker group shot fklvjsdkl#don't have a clean scan of that anniversary pic rip </3#Nat looks so big in there too wtf he's 13 ;;
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i haven’t gotten over it. i still think about it. i still wish- i still wish for it. i still fell it. fantasize it, gripping tightly around my neck. gasping for air till my eyes roll back. it’s a special kind of feeling.
a suicidal feeling
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The Lightness of You // This Soul Outstreaming - a @rendherring duology
The entire origin for this bind was because I was extremely excited to use my newly purchased legal paper and I had wanted to make a tête-bêche quarto - and I just had so many feelings about Good Omens after watching the second season and I needed very much to bind something that is my love letter to Good Omens and express ALL MY FEELINGS ABOUT THOSE TWO LOVEABLE IDIOTS.
Stats:
36055 words || 153 pages
Body text: EB Garamond 11 point
Accents: Alchemist Serif font
I bound these two little fics written by the same author (in 2019, so they are spoiler-free fics), of which they are opposing points of view but also are slightly different stories. I mainly used the character point of views to guide a lot of my design choices.
did quite a few new things with this bind: a tête-bêche, also a quarto! a legal quarto! plus edge gilding! and a half-bind which i have legitly not done since my first bind 1 year ago.
the tête-bêche is a trial run for an author copy - and thankfully is easier than expected.
i chose decorative papers (renato crepaldi, because i have a Stash) that specifically gave me aziraphale and crowley vibes - and leaned into the elements of light and dark, contrast and harmony, while matching it with forest floor colibri. AGAIN PLANT VIBES, JUST BECAUSE.
I kept my typesetting very classic - a) because i wanted to speed bind this (which i did in 2 days) and b) because i wanted to preserve old book vibes. i also practiced++++ and took the electric sander for a whirl because by god i was going to get some foiled/gilded edges on this bind so it would look like a fancy pancy book Aziraphale would covet for his shelf. this is my third attempt at sanding and gilding and it's still a little patchy - not perfect enough yet for a consistent result but i hope to get there one day and to be able to do foiled edges for author copies, hopefully soon. i would say despite the patchiness, it looks pretty fucking fancy and i really liked how it turned out.
Endpapers are the same papers on the cover but on the contralateral endpaper sides, which is a great contrast and an amazing idea from @pleasantboatpress because i was befuddled by Options.
For the endbands, i took inspiration from @celestial-sphere-press's recent beautiful gradient endbands, but leaned more with the usage of sunlight breaking through the contrast of light and darkness, for Aziraphale's side, while Crowley's side is done with green, black and gold because PLANTS. i stitched the main textblock with lovely variegated galaxy thread (IFYKYK :)) hand-dyed by @pleasantboatpress.
i actually really like how the bind came together and i'm rather proud of its simplicity and how intentional it feels as a bind, design-wise. every design choice was done with love, for the show, the book, the author, the characters and the fic and i am just FILLED WITH FEELINGS, Y'ALL. i'm not ashamed of them.
my only (small) gripe is my legal paper grain snafu because i am one of those grain purists and i only ever like using the correct grain but despite the textblock being in the wrong grain, it is still a lovely book and my fears were unwarranted, the book lies flat and open (it's not a monster book of monsters, which i had always assumed erroneously was a grain issue) and is still very readable other than a little sticky-outyness of the pages. am also very grateful because paper supplier is replacing it for free (they are legit the nicest).
#bookbinding#fanbinding#my books#renegade bindery#ineffable husbands#aziraphale#crowley#good omens#gomens#ficbinding#rend_herring
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Happy 2024, everyone! Figured I’d start the year off sliding in with another large gif re-release post because I’ve been debating reposting these for awhile, and I’m sure someone could use them.
Due to the changes Payhip has made with free products, in the source link is a Payhip link containing a text file with links to download 3,258 gifs (varying sizes, but mostly 280x210px) of Dominic Sherwood in various projects. Specific projects and their exact gif numbers are listed below; all of these gifs were made by me (and are 100% free).
Billionaire Ransom (Take Down): 153 gifs (280x210px)
Don’t Sleep: 269 gifs (270x180px)
Eraser Reborn: 701 gifs (280x210px)
Partner Track (Entire Season): 1,008 gifs (280x210px)
Shadowhunters Season 1 (E01-04, E10): 902 gifs (280x210px)
Social Media Videos: 104 gifs (mostly 280x210px, 2 gifs are from a gif set I posted on a side blog so they’re not)
Vampire Academy: 121 gifs (280x210px)
Please read the gif rules linked in the pinned post on this blog before using the pack, thank you!
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#dominic sherwood gif pack#dominic sherwood gif hunt#dom sherwood gif pack#dom sherwood gif hunt#rph#rphr#gif packs#gif pack#* mine#userdevon#(listen I gotta tag you in the gifs of your boy because I'm finally posting them)#also ngl actual footage of me trying to remember if i actually ever posted eraser and partner track - I know i had them uploaded before#people were so shitty in my dms about my gifs after my cousins died that I peaced out but I can't remember if i hit post whoops#yet again sorry for the long post listen I'd rather make one long post then spam the tag 7 times in a row
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