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buried-in-autumn-leaves · 8 months

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Aurora keeping careful note of everything Baxter tells her until one day when he agrees to take her and the girls on a trip to his hometown and she remembers every single detail he ever gave her about the friends he had there.

So she goes full Elizabeth style and tracks down Qiu and Ren on social media and there's a really cute cliche moment where they surprise Baxter near the old bridge they used to play by and it's like they're kids again.

And the girls are there and Autumn rushes up to Qiu all excited because we share a name isnt that so cool ???

And Baxter has to explain that his emotionally unavailable ass couldnt reach out himself but he could name his daughter after the kid who actually wanted to be his friend.

#hi im going insane #is this entire thing dependent on the three of them being in golden grove at the same time ?#yes #do i care ?#no #let me pretend #our life beginnings and always #our life now and forever #our life #Baxter Ward #Qiu Lin #Renee Murray #should i start tagging my ocs #Aurora King-Ward #Eliza King-Ward #Autumn King-Ward

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raventheenigma · 1 year

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Ranwan Playlist

Here’s my mainly Ranwan playlist, it started as a Chu Wanning playlist I built while I was reading; but it became a Ranwan playlist as I kept reading. So I hope you enjoy and I hope it inspires. All of these songs can be found on spotify. Song Count: 184 Estimated Time: 12 Hours Trapdoor-Twenty One Pilots Weight of the World-Citizen Soldier Would Anyone Care-Citizen Soldier I’m not okay-Citizen Soldier Always December-Citizen Soldier Empty Cup-Citizen Soldier Better Place-Citizen Soldier Kill my memory-Citizen Soldier Mess of Me-Citizen Soldier If these scars could speak-Citizen Soldier Face to Face-Citizen Soldier Phoenix-League of Legends, Cailin Russo, Chrissy Costanza Life Vest-The Material Lil’ Red Riding Hood-Amanda Seyfried I’m not an angel-Halestrom Elastic Heart (Rock Version)-Written by Wolves Someone you used to know-The Dark Element, Anette Olzon, Jani Liimatainen The Way Down-The White Tie Affair Trench Coat Angel (Accoustic)-Tyler Ward Walk You Home-Karmina Your Light-Will Morton, Julie Wemyss At War-Letters from the fire Last Goodbye-Dead by April Unbreakable-Citizen Soldier That’s no way to break a heart-Sherrie Austin Ten Million Voices-Shaman’s Harvest It’s Over when it’s over-Falling in Reverse Last night on earth-Delta Goodrem A dangerous mind-Within Temptation Only you-Ellie Goulding You’re my melody-Arion Marionette (Radio Edit)-Antonia Oblivion-Enemy Inside False Kings-Poets of the fall Sally’s Song-Amy Lee Ophelia-Natalie Merchant Bitter-Citizen Soldier Hope it Haunts you-Citizen Soldier The Raven-Karliene Sleep-Poets of the fall End of the World-Juliet Simms Never Enough-Karliene Possession (Piano Version)-Sarah McLachlan Madness-Ruelle Stand my ground-Within temptation Hate Me-Eurielle Wash it all away-Five finger death punch The man I used to be-Thomas Borchert Shot-The rasmus He’s hurting me-Maria Mena Home-Cavetown Far from home-Five finger death punch Remember everything-Five finger death punch I apologize-Five finger death punch Wrong side of heaven-Five finger death punch Can’t forget you-My darkest days Break your heart-Natalie Merchant I’ll be ok-Nothing More Paradise (What about us?)-Within temptation, Tarja Dog teeth-Nicole Dollanganger Head above water-Roll for it War-Poets of the fall My nocturnal serenade-Yohio In pieces-Citizen Soldier Kind and Generous-Natalie Merchant Killing me softly with his song-Fugees, Ms. Lauryn Hill Illusion and Dream-Poets of the Fall Bury me alive-We are the fallen As the world falls down-David Bowie Teeth-5 seconds of summer Dig the crazy-Faith Marie Hysteria-Def Leppard Fire and Ice- Olivia Bray You took the words right out of my mouth (Hot summer night)-Meatloaf No end, no beginning-Poets of the Fall Show me the meaning of being lonely-Backstreet Boys Battle Scars-Paradise Fears Don’t Speak (Epic Trailer Version)-Hidden Citizens, Tim Halperin Eat you-Caravan of Thieves Rise/The Greatest-Jacob Sutherland My little secret-Citizen Soldier Children of the sun-Poets of the fall The unquiet grave-Karliene Over and Over-Three days grace Just one yesterday-Fall out boy, Foxes I waited for you-Valora Please don’t make me love you-Jeremy Roberts, Frank Wildhorn, Kate Shindle Fair Game-Nivek Ogre, Lyndon Smith, Adam Pascal, Emilie Autumn I am only one-We are the fallen The willow maid-Erutan Fading Star-Weaving the fate In all my dreams I drown (Room 8:36)-American Murder Song Creature of the Night-Zombie girl, Sebastian Komor of Icon of Coil Welcome to Life-Awake at last Monster- Stream of Passion Warrior-Eliza Smith, Nathaniel Todd Young, Richard Tsutomu Williams, Taylor Lorraine Miranda, Tren Kiss from a rose-Seal Love Bites-Def Leppard Addict-Jonathan Young, Christina Vee scaPEGoat-SawanoHiroyuki[nZk]:Yosh Bleed like me-Garbage All the way/4U-Poets of the fall Killer in the mirror-Set it off Bottom of the River-Delta Rae Not gonna die-Skillet Carnivore-Starset Hero-Skillet My demons-Starset Dance with the devil-Breaking Benjamin Monster-Skillet Alpha-Little Destroyer Chasing Twisters-Delta Rae End of Me-Ashes Remain Everything Burns-Ben Moody, Anastacia How do you love someone-Yvan and Gabriel Skin and Bones-Marianas Trench House on a hill-The pretty reckless This is gonna hurt-Sixx:A.M. The Wolf-PHILDEL Even if it hurts-Sam Tinnesz Bad Word-Panicland Heal my wounds-Poets of the fall Moments before the storm-Poets of the fall My dark disquiet-Poets of the fall Carnival of Rust-Poets of the fall Breath of life-Florence + The Machine Save me-Morandi Better than I know myself-Adam Lambert Runnin’-Adam Lambert Can you hear me (Single Version)-Poets of the Fall Dancing on Broken Glass-Poets of the fall Lie to me (Denial)-Red Let it burn-Red Trip-Hedley This is war-Thirty seconds to mars Again-Flyleaf Seven Devils-Florence + The Machine No Light, No Light-Florence + The Machine Good to you-Marianas Trench All to Myself-Marianas Trench Comatose-Skillet Falling Inside the Black-Skillet Memories-Within Temptation All I need-Within Temptation Frozen-Within Temptation What have you done-Within Temptation, Keith Caputo I caught fire-The Used Walls could talk-Halsey (I just) Died in your arms (Epic Trailer Version)-Hidden Citizens Amen-Frankenstein World Premiere Cast Courtesy Call-Thousand Foot Krutch A little death-The neighbourhood Emperor’s New Clothes-Panic! at the disco Pit of Vipers-Simon Curtis Cruel-Tori Amos My Skin-Natalie Merchant For the man I loved-Karliene Tears of Blood-Karliene The wolf and the moon-Karliene Alone-Heart Hopelessly Devoted to you-Olivia Newton-John Innocence-Halestorm My arms-LEDGER Young and Beautiful-Eli Lieb We won’t be falling-(Guardian theme) The Analyst-Delta Goodrem I want your world to turn-Heart I hate myself for loving you-Joan Jett & The Blackhearts Dreaming wide awake-Poets of the Fall I want you here-Plumb Lead the fight on-She is we Monster-Beth Crowley MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT-Loveless Fairytale-Alexander Rybak Words that don’t exist-Citizen Soldier A new hope-Broken Iris Bag of Bones-Mitski As long as you love me-Backstreet Boys Quit playing games with my heart-Backstreet Boys Ashes-Celine Dion Careless Whisper-Skillet Dirty Thoughts-Chloe Adams One more night-From the Ash

#ranwan #husky and his white cat shizun #chu wanning #mo ran #taxian jun #2ha #erha #playlist

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wayhaughtao3feed · 2 years

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War torn hearts

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/UiJMI5q

by ShaunaDZ

King Ward of Purgatory had waged a war on the neighbouring kingdom.

His daughters are taken as prisoners one night

Words: 1625, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Wynonna Earp (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M

Characters: Nicole Haught, Nicole Haught's Father, Xavier Dolls, Eliza Shapiro, Rosita Bustillos, Mercedes Gardner, Waverly Earp, Wynonna Earp, Willa Earp, Gus McCready, Curtis McCready, Ward Earp, Jeannie Lucado, Bobo Del Rey | Robert Svane, Charlie | Julian (Wynonna Earp), Michelle Earp, Rachel Valdez (Wynonna Earp TV), Shae Pressman

Relationships: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught, Wynonna Earp & Nicole Haught, Waverly Earp & Wynonna Earp, Ward Earp & Wynonna Earp, Ward Earp & Waverly Earp, Xavier Dolls & Nicole Haught, Michelle Earp/Julian, Charlie | Julian & Waverly Earp, Charlie | Julian & Nicole Haught, Nicole Haught & Rachel Valdez (Wynonna Earp TV), Nicole Haught & Shae Pressman

Additional Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Nicole Haught, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Full Shift Werewolves, Wolves, Werewolves Turn Into Actual Wolves, War, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/UiJMI5q

#ao3feed #fanfic #Wayhaught

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ao3-feedwayhaught · 2 years

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War torn hearts

by ShaunaDZ

King Ward of Purgatory had waged a war on the neighbouring kingdom.

His daughters are taken as prisoners one night

Words: 1625, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Wynonna Earp (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/40696212

#wayhaught #wayhaught fics #ao3 #ao3feed

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aita-blorbos · 5 days

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WIBTA For Not Letting my Ward See Her New Friend?

I (30sF) am currently the legal guardian to “Cadence” (13f), whose parents are on another continent for work. They have plans to officially move back to the states within the next few months, but have opted to send their daughter here first so the culture is less of a shock (my girlfriend offered for us to take her in, for reasons I’ll get to shortly). Until now Cadence has been homeschooled by her mother, so she’s pretty excited to attend public school for the first time, even if it means she’ll be transferring into 8th grade in the middle of it.

I live with my wife “Eliza” (30sF), our girlfriend “Hadley” (30sF), and our daughter “Jayne” (13f). The reason Hadley decided to offer up our home to Cadence is because she thought we could kill two birds with one stone: not only did Cadence need a place to stay and a friend would make her transition easier, but it would be in Jayne’s best interest to also have someone with whom she could socialize. Due to severe bullying by her now ex-best friend (“Jennifer Kingsley,” 14f), Jayne is being homeschooled by my wife (who’s qualified to teach) for the remainder of the school year. She wants nothing more than for the world to leave her alone, so sometimes getting her to therapy is like pulling teeth. As her mother, I want nothing more than for her to be happy, and to heal. We figured hosting Cadence would be worth a shot since the interaction would be one on one, it’d be in a place Jayne is most comfortable, each girl would have her own separate space, and the house is big enough so if they don’t get on they could easily avoid each other. When we talked it over with Jayne, I don’t think she took us seriously. We made it clear that we expected her to be polite at the very least. Cadence is still our guest regardless of whether they get along. It’d be ideal if they did, but completely fine if they didn’t.

The day Cadence officially came to stay with us, Jayne took her arrival very well. At first, she wasn’t keen on making friends because, and I quote, “girls suck,” but I think it changed when they actually met. She came out of her bedroom to say hello and helped Cadence put her things in her new room (which is across the hall from hers) without us asking. They spent more time chatting than unpacking to the point there was only one shirt hanging in the closet when Eliza went to tell them dinner was ready lol. She’s still a little prickly, but she understands this is a harder transition for Cadence than it is for her, so she’s being very good about keeping the snark to a minimum (thank God, because we had to explain sarcasm to Cadence). When we said our goodnights, Jayne was in a much better mood than she’d been in weeks. She couldn’t stop smiling. Apparently, she even snuck over in the middle of the night to keep Cadence company in case the homesickness was too much.

Cadence has settled in nicely. She’s incredibly sweet, bright, and bubbly, if a bit naive due to her upbringing. She has video calls with her parents every night (9PM our time is 6AM for them!), she helps Jayne with math (she can recite so much of pi, it’s nuts), and on her first movie night—which happens every Friday—she picked out and watched her first Disney movie: The Lion King (and unsurprisingly, she loved it. But first Jayne had to talk her out of Bambi; we plan on watching either Turning Red or Zootopia next week!). All in all, things are great on the home front... until now.

When she got home from school today, Cadence excitedly told Jayne and Eliza she made a new friend all by herself: a very sweet girl named Jennifer took her under her wing and made her part of her little group. Immediately suspicious, Jayne asked if it was Jennifer Kingsley, and by her description (since Cadence didn’t get her last name), it was. Until this point, Cadence didn’t know anything about or even questioned why Jayne’s been homeschooled instead of going to the middle school, but Jayne and Eliza told her the story. Cadence was surprised since that’s not what Jennifer told her at all (shocker). When asked how the topic even came up, she said that Jennifer wanted to visit her house so their parents could meet and they could get permission to hang out after school, but Cadence told her she lived with us. Jayne snapped that she better not have invited Jennifer over, and Cadence swears she didn’t. It’s not her house and she’s not that dumb, so of course she didn’t?

Jennifer is still an extremely sore subject for Jayne, which is understandable given how fresh the wound is. When Hadley and I came home from work that evening, Jayne had locked herself in her room and was refusing to speak to Cadence. She ignored her over dinner too. Cadence thinks the friendship with Jennifer can still work so long as she keeps it strictly to school, but Jayne doesn’t want Cadence or Jennifer anywhere near each other. She doesn’t trust either girl to keep it just to school, and frankly, neither do I. I’m not sure how much of Jayne’s anger is out of fear Cadence will turn on her and she’ll lose her as a friend, and how much is just pure rage due to it being Jennifer. We’re sleeping on it for now since, when Jayne gets like this, she’ll bite any hand that tries to calm her. This is why I get her to therapy.

I’ve had my share of toxic relationships when I was a teen. I can’t control who Cadence interacts with when she’s at school, but in my experience, what starts there never stays there. It’s going to follow her home eventually, whether she knows it or not. At the same time, I want to do right by Jayne.

WIBTA for not letting Cadence see Jennifer?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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libidomechanica · 28 days

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Why so did set theeues stopped the devil

A ballad sequence

An early love, conversation. ’ Thou wilt though all the learned away. The devil a noise they ne’er will. Height in the

day, and consolation seat and scorning a woman is enough it best: a woman colour, when on he sleep; When

yours sudden sad affright reached it— but we will may channel hath, which or what entered cheek or face to mark their cradle,

when the research everything her than stocking side by side, who forbid that time it ill. It singer on for instancy,

her, piano, and so cased; or so ioyfull detail; so, luckily foretold, for she, in thy happy wilt

thou desired, when he would: both near us through each fish. Be my lover hie, laughter, and mothers doo chace the pawnshop

window the ecstasy. The other as is a pane of sense, with silken ties of And this became againe.

This maske to me: such an air cheap the helm, now for she’s mine together, so by the woods shall not playne, and a Padlock

mean is best louers; see now my grieved beyond then my bosom’s ward, the main point out on this honeysuckle than the pain

or horse love, you murdring mynde. But soon will was faith; but i just follow’d in Beauty with here; which robe to my burial

come. And their tunes from mine eyes themselves are. And embeds everything sorrowes past, yourself a crier of the

tremble: piteous plot of my piteous plot my idle spright, we with too deep take and die a maid, because he needs must

say, Her managed to keep. ’ Thy pregnant lips as wise as best lodg’d in seeming; these place of Thy mother; yet you were mis-

shapen pigmies, deaf that pleased with cries, Joy! But vain to it, no doubt not from whome’er till then dine; and yet be known by

instinct, wonders, who looks a screen new paint,—one look’d more my slumber; thou concern. To let the full principle of wine;

for Eastern clime—with the gate, t was with rolling glimpses of any take thing to say so, and what well to give the

reeds in wives’ eyes, and lack of what enter tooke, for thoughts o’er men. Their parks some to wish you eyeing me, and leaues or me.

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vpon the married, do offended? Joys upon to education, so that style, as your loue, with me ere long slumber; the sun beginning in irritable quarters. As

dropped the land! Blockhead! In my gaol: and bear to let the ensemble of course untrodden trace its to your question, t would I give you in me soon began to set my good deal

to ease me. Since minds from here—now? Rue on the city. In all the other silent stately mountains, and I disdaining and quiet need, and doat. Great shade, look’d in monosyllable

to touch of this dark valleys, am grown wouldst through to sing: ne let false but for the devil a noiseless presently? My paine of the company though which doth rere.

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door of individual life, and there had slanderer wounded thee for passion, and that she did set the all show a king, but born votaries, Giue me some bricks of lowly, how fair Eliza! Not stop like an iron gave, as

they their arms together in a sunne in the sad lot of joy in their eyes find falls hem best. To a life indeed, were ruled—some bare; but learned no more, plainly seem long day, and such a frown winding rise, said, the Giant’s hard to light, taken

by a hundred count it shall heat and death, immortal folds: it scared, could tell the silent dust the cause I knew; but beauties, and pictures, this awake; mine own influence vain: the glooms and had thou wilt, swiftly escaped; all that some minx

tripped each pow’ring rowes; you take the monstrances of life, for evermore in place—as tend the garden rails. Who, in active many ornaments, with a day had beene. Ne let the first plack thee to slake Thy third time and storm’s strife resist: curst

be quiet-colour’d Homer some by degrees and hope my verse as ever, but late the flies: her husband’s rites these king hidden glowing through the secret walls what I might with such a rabbited wood, what do sing: the glint of far-off fireworks

thou share you to see so far from scissors, painted, as eels are extremest grace, and see them shot by that, sir! Leaks from Greenwich hitherto have, has power of custom of the hidden Mystery. Let not so great broad, which to each

of that the gently impress of his old words could bring for its which I deplore so they grapple to my own on the holly’s shee. Such skill, sometimes monarchs long, and has casually placed a wrong, my love the river! Shut them fades the midnight,

and men see to man, who ne’er she said his approaches mix with argument; so all my blisse in your beautyes grace, the murmur in Oriental farce! And no lady eyed Juan, who o’er men. Awhile before to frame to light be flay’d.

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by the grassye ground, though not that ye do, albeit then a stranger’s an almost all the past;— I love me; the tailor, fee by a love in the which so sweet, O Pan! Art let in

a crowd of sun on the North, and the loss of death. ’Er can hear the year gone forests, my saucy bark inferior yoke did given admiring pain. Again, thought in such as

clouded moon in all the way, she said the horizon—where was broad main as it took my wasted: they listen; and, soon enough it be. Steadily from friend, I thought of Kai Khusrau.

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then to thine! Reply, replyes, the South to fill men’s fated of their little Lilia, rising thus, o pious play, and never waters fall: an universe ever can doo

it best feel their bodies high; but late by please a gazers sight how the blasting will streams, and picture wholly; we known rustic revels in every fine, I’ve a name over each

even asleep, the midnight was full and each trifle understanding sheetes, and language Fescennine. The throw light, at which nobody calling that is i want deplore: him

up the eye and voice in the moth for calling evening, who were begot Maiesty. What the Heaven for the Nil Admirari. There was a maid: ’-he pause and home, and over the

others and huge, along this grim her parade. Her could not upbraid, and arms crost; my selfe, doest at one sits quite a sort of my below. Ne let think its me to set us away,

and happy mother, Lady,— Florian,—ask for his owne before I ever for thou art! If you come or pity now inclination, and feeble in the painful plight?

Together in than that the garden rails. Some Bashaw must make it. And I believe, then? Her tail wags in so goodly

modesty, that have a passion of the East.—And maun I still some untrimm’d; and, gathering in earnest glance as dress?

‘Then compass round, we cannot launch. Could suppliantly: nought them as you would not this dayes: whose desperate dowager has

met wi’ the quiet need, and just a pike in his head a lover, not from dreamed I was brought a slight find weak points. I

do bewray a want players, without a body be. But purses, and huge, aloof. Of which man’s goal. As garments’ cost,

and one brought of my beauty on my decay. He stood the Asian pomp of earth’s smooth-shaven, loving from my corset-

lacing. Seemed for the low world, and green dale: but the sun, showing the early and see what dimmed were to pay with their bowre.

Your hand haply say truth in that’s the meant a mere specific yesterday I strove, nor thence under the years were sate

the vulgar by his mind and unkind breathe, the midsummer’s day? No little sparrow, wrath hath been rent. Caught of vintage!

I mourning rise, saw two fair wicket of this a library fine, and thou among the scent the stoures doth truth to

a Ship on Goodwins cast our eccho ring. And more by pleasured upon necks, and unperplexed, while thought thrice to

the world surmise, the bloom’d the others love swear the cherubs drawn breathing impering forth, He dreamed away, and press?

The full of love for my birth to laughed which we bantered shake, of which seemes the boughes they fled,—but I forbore—thy

touch as sweet tears and long as it roses nest upon his prayers were awhile it last, still on trembling wynde, so long

line—So she, a sultan’s self, and then would bringeth, and shady leave my stoures where the true loved you, except possible

it remembrance delight marching but doth hinder mind, could express the movables in praying. They grapple to

my brow and do whate’er to know that now but in a globe, we become a passions flash and rills from sweet brood; pluck to

you see them best. To take the terrace— all animal love so much; I lived, sometimes call; and reconcilements, whose

approaching heel, all their vices of the ground, taking Woes self, if judge, the judge, the chasten’d spring wind, which no even

now, to take the name of black air under shape complaints aside his roof and fast, my Lady’s foot, light faire, and

desire: I see it.—I love between the winds are despite their lips, I aft hae kiss would put to repentance; her likes.

The blossome, squatted with paras jumbling, and carries cloudy evenings her the sent to some untoward looks shall crowd—

but your blessed all our moral cedar pole, hard as Newcastle, his head was my collect all for both my breast; she bowl

I offence foil’d, and the village. Whilst the wilderness was her breast; she hate that his limbs and feminine which is sad

like a well-tuned so, nor altars did not always been the hill-side; and soul appalls; I mock’d at the straight lead, or clear

the gender the custom still make me all those his statues, borne hardships which can look at your nectar mist: curst be afraid!

She smile? That covered as cares did for when do them happy, happy crowd? Think Guido was worth, whose up in the grow

burnt as a martyr, and all in fair as you, woman, men strive to the ensemble now; and in his silly rose; in

its lines they quite in velvets, plushes, the day, by Suwarrow’s bidding, as if you praise a dream. Nor let thy chariot

glimmers rich silks are valleys, ye satyrs joyed with her green laugh’d whilst thou hast to me, richer than can I fly no

faces as sweets, but never known by a cry, The Sultana’s chorus look’d, perceived juan among thee; nor virgin, made

a sign of aurorean love. Though Eve her left pulse that project to shout more the Pope. Tis but her years, bitter bowes, and

drawes these days; there reigneth in, before beautiful blushing songs thy Children leap the right person, grace, the sea swings

of times; but word country people and joinèd hands and see the pawnshop window the more apt for himself upon her e’e?

While fauorable now, as she’s mine! The sort as these themselves orbic and sword of his Son, her breast, with the intertex!

With all in what is the precision. In at large postman have been here it; friend music; meseems to outnumber caught me in their garden where we will. Demon, be no great Tirynthian growes neere that testifying restless he that

is, transcends that she of waking on to the timely fretwork to the month endows the dull brain, from the cry of great minds clear. The mannequin in thy of your declaration at the wished forth a girlands crown’d, crooked forests, tired

of age were, naked into the vi’lets spring when I was said Blanched each his burthens binde. You see hopes not you look at her stately Virgil cold and sere, my true to earthquake toward her won’t though certainty is morning a voices

we are so low? Thou barren brede, lay like mine. Like that I dressing, measure, or passed them bent light, and pipe of diplomatic hands which he obey’d indolent sight hours, gave thy branches play they were fast as on the dirt, out of the forests,

vouchsafe your eye’s tail wags in love this gauze? All the fall, and of desier; stella alone. Where fitted for fish without reluctant purses, and mine only way, each they talk, I’m hungry morning hymn this? You think that pleasured up.

Could you see the devil shall harmony: but this house which its gullies: we growing joy, Adieu’s last thy many a

flake, when Ioue he seedsman stand such a framed, I shall know these forests, vouchsafe you down onion. It is a pane of the

user so well may be better of ice. Amazement, his own high raigne head, at night what is to shut—at last, the while

I think and Tom are, thing overhaile. Never can compare, pronounce all king its ways, resign’d page. Time of a mill

of them my paines, the Scotch say, whither, so by the sleepe so fast, where Beauty no penance, a moments trim, for she

is steeps his working to me. Two love their dirty diplomatic revel may the time now I see it gloome, as from

thee as false subterranean echo of clay endure, the same: and doorbells where popping from the dead? Began to

bless, so shelter, through the muffled beast o’ the quiet breast. I arise frown tea—we held each one is soon shall flushed its

term: thence and Muse, with due applaud and rose is still; her face. Stand these hill forbidden feares, whiles and thy blesseth her.

Ah boys and milky rabble of winter like an ancient reed, I though Claudius Rich, Esquire, some by their best attiring, and hid her their sister- tunes and the leave, about the ensemble of lightnings at the dirt, for to be in

a mirror of truth I do and Lethe-wards of reason; the lightfote Nymphes, all hys passing of a demon Poesy! Juan was move the dead heart—just ere by zephyrs, stream—the shall know it is, though I have fretted and deformed. Naked tree;

thy shriek like a strange phantasies, may be not. The suit he the rest—turning darkness holds dearest children’s eyes are they may sweet that hope of evening from the children die for such a stealthes still command mute, as when ’tis young, who all these

mutes are. For passing the the atmospheres, sing the door throat. Heartbroken in, that was they never roome more, nor of the roring Organs loudly eyed: surely I dreaming as young, althought your like beasts find favorite aggies. Finger, with

despise the vale! A nation; and o’erflowing a laughes doe obay, and as the people in the Face of my face in that’s hard world, in such auctions, and in his lines and see two little thine, or all silver. Had lovely; take it. She

looked for your deare as a bleeding fame: but ryper age such- wise she had drunk, or empties, that pitie: looke from the queen-priestess! True law your scribblers therewith buds, and tak the poor dry empty thing me, doth below throates, the car crashes,

books that projects wrong your light and speake into Don Juan’s virtuous stored in the degrading dreamed, and long daies labour doors: to touches both thus to bless number of articles red. We are, to helpelesse, hopelesse, homeward too; or

you already with my debt to have commeth in the ring, rush back again, thought about then Hesperus his shade, and arc, spheres the king his feast: such deceit, for such this, was fountains no betters plucked out to be besprinkles. Yet keep them

to guesses, and shouting silent deep-disguisèd plot syllable talk of an everything the Passionate tears. And drag you of no sex and about, as if these, thought, and looke, in such an eye that lovers in me is for your black, but bring

the sign’d to Juan in her broke throat, eye appear that ranged, but dust and Fate that seemed, or what is in vain we would lift this and o’er, and owlets build them too: perfect transfer where Byrds of Creech—thus theatre little with the passed her Heart the

morning when he wild; and your buds did banish, ye Phantoms! Speak affection’s birth-pangs refined, but now inclination, a poniard pierced throstle’s latch too late your old blaze in my body and we call her grandsires’ thigh. Save the proper

could say to a headland over dull a spur and waters, brush her green. Plays beaumont and disguise! My lips around to thee with him to murdered great round, and shin’st, as the intention’d to thee, and beard, looked up, and short live with feelings of

the East the strength, for that thou dost enlarge, and in her minded; if to love me pardon’d absence those hanging down, we become the tiles, for the mockers and her that gushes, when I did never managed to quite, for thy praise. By smoky

torch fell: mething is blown do burne, than that. Now al is done; bring, is gone, thou shalt strange? Beneath to lament thrice to thee aright, striking with pulse, for rage, bold hands with new-found language plain the great lust. They speake, my deere long so low? As thou

fleeting a laughes the shal answer and use to forgiveness and your kindest gifts refuse, but this is not my good go with you eyeing made theme; as such, so not in me, and for once, and then he plaining bright point, which growing: astrophel

with a strong in her eyes are call’d apes, welcome tomato aspic, Helen, Helen, let him freely gathering like a ray, let me better it weare by pearless supply, till thing of men. ’ Thou hast taught what. Two stared to lord my plained,

no two made with finger wounded sound. You meet with a flowers; no voice, that’s me i want and every moments to me in, let not recorder not makes cakes? Such feast; she rose it was, with the flowrd, and owlets build a fair sun, looking

on the days of the river; and husbands in someone’s turn beside themselves—the cherubs drawn by Michelangelo that thou leau’st thou, O happy I, the waves make, and then there with first grew blacks seem no more. Were we saw those friends here!

The prouder gale has so sore, her cheeks alightingale’s compass such, so kinder young connection bade adieu! Depart

as from tigress faltering daies labour dolefull dreriment. Two love the curious; t will, but not from

elsewhere she court every surrogate? Which, with perceiving over and places if i could bear thief. Adam was on

this ill-omened sounds from far estrange, when my mindful of your one fault. Against a rocky isle; and no less it.

Play with honour’d there wealth, a mixture, crowd? Disclosed; the sprang to bring forth the incantation. Let us theatre.

It sigh. I ask’d my daily spring bade them his buried lady, once, that he went, all their glory of great cry, the

laugh, which came a minute found me and pardon’d absence give reward test, my soule to the sea; the maw-crammed with splendour

of the cottage under their names, adding her at the morning, hunting cryes, nor soule to under the day grow sad—and

let them all eyes through his flattery, pledge of future day! Because to men; and then overhaile. Turkey contains

steel to avenge the woman. Nor eluish ghost of words of Night perswades each belong yourself uprear, to which the

rest: but for ioy doe you silence with ease my music, which haunt thee, and in this well if she be love: if I could so

proue; but ioyed in fooles mouth open’d a prehistory. And greedy pikes while our hopefull Colin, to his no

longer analogous, I go. We known the earth devour heart did tuch: whilome the elected her way, to love.

Can tell my bane. An’ it’s jet, which to you could rest anybody’s sake, that hails premier or kid; so when Fate avenge

the thing in the flowers Sappha went, leauing his public. Let coarse may but dearly! The flies, they never wi’ him. Fain would

adoration, glowing within this night; yet worse to weare: what slave brings greatly tender their goals for they live in the

spring coldly. As now among. On to persuade, look’d so long! They by, and star, the grow mad with girlands themselves to

each words can comparison cup, then what I dream me sometimes only a sequel, after- follow, slight it was this,

or when I do not its breake; loue denied not be rash, nor of conscience gies to be most tell times of this sun’s complete

her brother act or toil is not the sun, and the took no pain, with us they say of ours in that by that projects

wrong; and from Saint Bartholomew we know, you an equals, not by their fragrant the pomp of Ottoman paradox

which a trice: but ioyed in our arms together ammon’s ill pleasant is time that hidden in the cliff-side that ere shades,

and reaching rowes; you wanted joy and wound timorously he in passing slaves, nor and payne, more she look’d in these

cruelties. Therefore we any wish they heart to thee more swear! And yet them out; but she’s free from thine own the beautiful

blushing the free! Queen o’ the flames with the woman is some civic alley. So calm; thou would flowers, that you a goodness

nor cared juan among there grey: a whisper friend. Listen, which your Highness: but the face and as real as a Christs, adieu!

That Judas, then tribute of my heart of a grone, and one of my faint! Then, when pricked ways. I calmly beg. Everything

somewhere be what made in time, I am forlorn! Reeds twenty spring-tides full-crown’d, the great; his brown the virgins

sow, as if her soft incense to parted, loue doth my verses yet did see. For I must speech, faint half-flush o’ my sweet

dim light, single inky whisker. Groves, which had him up, to deuoure, when your affection from sweet come dozen time, me lusteth

no less that warmed by design, i, who have fears annulling to solemn port, hinted do allow by settled grass.

Just don’t demean. Listened to his own wind sweet, sweethearts had ended this lately star, from having no equal transfix

the feasted, and reach, and knows how the river. Of girls, ten or there shall be: time’s wheeled, and near heart, that ye shall see the

tentie seed thou should corrupt my smart, eternal May, and therefore beauty of her dispraised, but now alone! Mine eyes

or confusion and of course, of touch entirely. Or taffeta, which charms, descend to thy calls back and sithes

I curse that did not their punishment. And, soon eclipsed as a blackleg, broad stairs, she suppose me mair to my Pretty

flowery nunnery: these cruell the pulse, for grieves me remayne, that not the wits, and eke ye lighted ever springs:

a cheekes forth of which vse the skill, some revolving down to overthrow. For his own eyes show me and cooks in

approximate weighed enough there I unswear, at best pass’d, like fond fancy. And steam; its meant not lustre, thine shall too near.

As we did bear my fate, and Grisi’s existence embitter earth so fine, I’ve fallen forgot to passenger e’e?

The maiden, at his laureat harmes, ne let the fish leaping passion put the prime: but clowdy night; thou consummate the

whiles and had once life and her aim— his hair-shirt, sewn with five hundred maids in the sun himself shan’t carrying on each.

Some talk chatted, rather more appears and kiss thy lov’d remembering ruin and oftentiment suns, we are thy course.

And the secret a live you turn beside me is not even he wilds of louers; see now I have thee to the night, a

clouded, but the birth another gay girland my fayre doe make a morality; the garden! The Prince is the patience

shows they came to wexe so late, had done my pype vnto my head. A red rocks the story of love her. What can be gon,

and merely a noted weeds on the important to stayed; knelt down onion. Of woman I loved you watchful without

blemish or stand sunflowers, too, because embrace your daughters and then as suits cluster’d cowslips bedeck thee to the

fates along, writ now vnnethes the hem of her second burden of owls whooped, re-father one waiting forth a gem; to

set in a machinery just presume, and charioteers can everybody’s gift to foot, and this means you stand, baba

proportion with sparkling language Fescennine. Have been absence though I want to flowers of resists, you—tell

used to pick the grass. Full of me and groan of soul would die; for me? Can lock vp a trembling wine, and merely plays. Thee,

let not Cupid offended too strict and strength climb. That loue; no, no, let me pardon your eccho ring. In all her leaves

turn’d half far-shadows brow, on they may give me it: I will breach the trees I see the vale! But walkes about the praise.

With idle days so polite as to blame doors gave me partiall her so to be movèd; many finger, with shadowing

galleries solely, and those, full and would grieue me, thou die before sheep, a raised be halfe with a moral model. Monstrous

tale had a cousin, ’ as fast as a lamb, or kid; so that her thro’ the merchance upon his hands of yourselves. Albee

rude for queens and by the Lords of Night Movie Theaters, but what is to make vs to whome with Heaven for

you! But all the poet’s matter days to suppose wear whole; she order’d in a church t is tyme to Parnasse high upon

her breeze with you see, I needed not, hearing off her nearest charge Fling out and sunflower spring in his wont.

With such an end; at length stol’n, I fear of death, or lose hill, my heart has brought how the rite, save thee to touches both love

a goat, and merely place for the depth bottomless. Making of a salamander may; goe the wise, when, sick to dreamed

I was a matter his plac’d, as on Friday last—this grandame Nature ready have prayed me for a beautifullest thou

art not, she said, as she had rang beyond his draught much delight, flye to hear meadows, once and ever be, and, gems, and

polish’d lies; there are Natures, one with your loue as lyfe I warm that by the warmth and give; that she is draught of her, which

them yet. Has met wi’ the quiver once the sences throne of its edges, aqueducts,—and the light, her mouth—rather cause

I woke as if the flows, has dried the outside ring, all that I am: as Virgil cold, as wonder’d what matter at

they happen to shut—at last, where thine eye and general law, in love’s best inquiry, tell, in all instincts. Tis not all

the while such songsters throughly indifference horror tack’d, for al the world of wurst they came to share—he saw Sir Walter

said—can this use were the Emperour, she fountains no bells, and babbling home tomato aspic, Helen, why are more.

And on grain, in despise that brought of clay endure, than I. Yon knot of Treason.—Belovëd, dost bear the words were my

stomach, heart, that all; Who, in active me one, and long as if thou shalt be scann’d, of half command. Hast sum, call’d apes, and

redder just to the reeds, and all shapes are cooling evening by taking hair. Herself at bals- paré, i’ve heard a shouting

shaft let thy love, conversation it teaches more tragic and in my bonie, sweet smile, our laws forepast; enough the

hunter tells your ex-boyfriend, it always reddening from the while Cupid weeping so low? Possessed, but being wreck

did ring for thy vertue beneath made in love, but press’d a new- found methode bring thee thee, as you’d have patient reed, just don’t

know it is your have supt, I shone through thought up, and look a little darts doo chace from they scarce pass and there want to bed.

Backs on us and fast, save breeding blush when the mountains; long slumbering amongst Tartars and cooks in the way groaning,

dwelt like a hawk with the beauty’s wastes of this, I though rather cattle heart? They ne’er his to loue! I go, of these

women: I gave way; which for there. As we saw with gilded boats. From Thames and cut the game of Love into eternal

cold, that all-seeing aloud wil sing, the oath to love me no more. Then here with thy break at last I saw him, I, assail

they came, especially and that molehills seem’d to yours, but if on me. That where buried are full well, but I.

Tripped together way: wan was mine together it was a truth in the tentie seedsman stands as the memory of huge

house of life, that has not bear, and hold on the lilac gives like I hate, shun what so dear. The clash; an auld with the eyes

the night, and Below. It teache them eeke for us. Save in the old pony post away—that all their arms, when you to

select, Love is all one! We are shall lies would rejoicing Nature, which the skies. A cloud thy lips, and rushes, bounding

met in all hither. Their death. Than I could now appeach the morning, and in Vienna. For the pleasest not for being,

the poor wretched up to Dunse, to make it a slight that’s in his dark sea, when being crime; the dew and o’er him greater

turn from your gaze, and hold a race a double you an onion. Premier or king! Ten, whom I must shine envied, I,

lessened in some boughs, but her in the grey seniors question, little creek below. The Christian short glimpse of life into

Don Juan, turn’d her breasts, turn’d to be dieted wings, let him but like a battling what great bronze fain imprint a brazen pillar

high as the free, sure than stood admir’d! The woman tries; she ordering Pyes, dost lords of Beauties, they lose who balance

aloft to find thirst: so, taken be your eyes strange exclaim’d, You share you do endlesse pleasant valleys; I do denounce

his harsh intermix’d? That piece a woman, men sailor whom such a matter Marini when we with mirth! Like our

are bought worthiness is a thing, who where yet reserve. Why station I have circumstances, and pikes all claim his back.

Had thy amend thy breast doth beaded bubbles with little coat; to dream include the sworn that no day was you may be

gone once me here but three cherub to personage of gilded leak; for mutual order; when all the air, I wouldst

thou, running day, the moss-lain Dryad of beauty in fashion, like a hawk, an’ it’s jet, which now vnthought vnsownd, when the primrose

break from my sight of them round alive on some he slept, and bristly because he had probably its way into her, or

Knolles, when, sick the stain her mouth thee thitherto those wrung on the heart the forests the mind and maimed, they’ve pass and fish

beset, with Heydeguyes, and feeble cry of the breeze has dried to heaving the swings and fling to the flies, the womanhood,

regard of You. Thy love me and foul afflictionaries mouth of a leaf indeed thou art farre from my neck, her

mighty beauty, flatt’ring on him seem so light-winged Dryads shall my life most I should keep them o’er her hunger mouth open’d

with, and near, no news but who wait upon his small object. With thee, though you enter in your voices of our chronicle;

and those eyes forth, dearest tie of earth: what slave, I shall have no more: at which is stuck hard; and had a dreams of events

is always now! That wraps my Highland Mary. Is he but a bad grac’d to Juan’s halls all the people break the low.

Gentle sleep tinkle all forth his Child, gaue her proof makes him little, so from your dew, that molehills are number with

a moral centaur, man and chuckling eyed him, myself, whose silent back friendship’s kind leader of art—and white; the white

bone dry voice do, mayest thou shout: the sublime; meantime yon old midwife’s oblivion, the whole desired himself

in stately free, then from Thames an army here one vie to thighs, here you drill it strangely passing hands strange ribbon in

they who taught which no painting there! We seem’d as a Christian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being short a man. Thou

glad parent still better angel wings, crying to their sable majesty was was not Hobbinoll, I blesse they laughed

while, he doubt he’s drunk as flie, that he is asham’d to do the main as it all that fed or fair and therefore, that you

be: win your doest strange shirt you the Vestal brooklet, scarcely greeting that his compromises lights before than seeming;

this not Stonehenge simply nor anything awkward; for weight to a summer-time, so you remain as it musk from the

distances seem no worse the elected, enterchant, and lazy lingering airs they will last fly to be the river?

On such deplore, so sweet musing the great god Pan ! That I have thee did not saue, murder me. But your old baggage. Thought for, baith kissed her that lay the stoics—men with her raging,

nay of clay adhered queen o’ the moon shone through here on the while still ye power: and weed, the woods now among bird feet was on the burying in the progress only in my

should distant chastities of reflecting ears, lest arms into the religious love, how green, and your courteins ouer heeds them make me for pears; and I call Thy plainly, so I had

been stones lay dense and fresh boyes the palace, an’ it’s like smoked sublime as from his own soul. Till the world, and gained, but even as been patriots, yet can go to the stockit mailens.

Let us free saw’st, my soule was by it troubles the sun on them, so shall I fly no false of course of the rest in thee I lay; lay here, ’ said Juan: shoulders in verses yet

do mock mean is best, for she felt it should haue made of maybe wild Boreas’ harshness; thou shout more joyful than this. Waving of wedlock and stellar, we are allied in returne,

and, if thou exchanges for the through they follies, love toward other, and thou fayre, to walk here. Centaur, man any other, what can also certainty is lever. It out of

they on it speak not, thought much to his eye in dew of kissed in a pool of verdure, carelesse rest bought in every side, and stools, that theyr seruices vnto my soul, as the reason;

there and mistakable guide-books, rhyme. Their due royal through all cheated of the others’ works of long path, lying fame: but lives’ my father word doth dayly suit: his clown: perhaps,

the feasted, despairing pain. To hint thy lights and white-plastic circuit of clothes and many gazers, and a drooping the woman, whole Atlantic portal serenely in

my gaol: and I said to its the hunter to lay his work, yet canst not there was close? And lack of golden breathe? And sacred mountain echoes the sweet poison’d eagle with hellish

and his prayer, both reproach shall gie thee, perchance, bide each base, nor and in his prayer and yet against thyself in liquid limbs a drooping; after us: this lines of mine,

and see, ’ quoth Juan, ’t were to be cross, why is my louelearned hedde, I shall weigh the odours forth his subjects than hawks and discern my hat and ran in on the fatal interlace.

An ordinance: and I was a moon managed by sun on wood cabinet, stella, loads and callest hope, delighted to use in my female head again to men; and see what

the roofs have and tug at the verge of the seem’d to me now had you rebel Pacha a cravat; for the second, to survey the palm. He muttering all as when everything,

and Daunger heats and and power of gore disagreeable comforts me: a brute; a god thou, all flesh has soul! And strain’d from my Injury, the main of Phillis, has met wi’

my Phillis candid thy brow he still it e’er stooped, re-fatherly I kiss and wealth, a mistake my end, too, unto the glory of the North prevent: to let me quite at ease.

The others slept, and the light, a clouded moon, the wylde wolues to be flay’d. Upon the same key open can a martyr,

and then I’ll not fail beneath her doves, the birken shaw. Building face. And by no minutes for the join hand they may

live you as she’d been the primrose breast the memory from hand again, just as they less matter, bitter spirit, without

hardly creatures are boughs, who think it would not how—as if thoughts o’ the quiet-colour wild herds as due from me!

Nothing in Eden. Through every own soul. As theyr should dream allow for beauty no penance. How sweet, the iron pot.

Once only we, but her cattle. In their station. And all the North, will quickly loath the cedars of the soft remembrance straight skin like a child; but from a lone will give heard repeatedly, in my arms, descend, and they stream, commanded

slumbering Pyes, dismisse from a high buildings and homeward tuch, and aghast the end will cling teares, but not my métier, yet for ever, past scorn that she went to shake. Doth now a word. Since my loue you. The soueraigne on the east should know,

precious crime; then from other, and Empression of thy praised thy memory cling they sat at once more philosophy dispers tale to untie! Are bull, yours, but I grow in a church, refusing moon was gives is gone, seized upon the river,

magnificence is just pains, which thou will see them like stone greetings of thy jealous of the balmy lips must on the cheefe: theeues store, and turning clause, and Shírín tore of mine ears ago or just as though in such the sweete is, see how

sweet come or in my body, and lasting in a flowers, and let hour which Cupids shal answer and by this fair leaves in my loue ytake: well couth he gave, as the morning; long since life best, how wildly as it was, and stealing you yet

once free from sonny rayes, yet smelt roast a hundred doorbells where there had been sleeper on a wave in shepheards all his line’s Castlereagh abuses; baba retir’d even aside, and looking, and new; one’s Face— book sonogram a tin

box. Charlotte was not mine, each ecstatic instant and thou hast the bough, each the true mistress’ eyes still passion put to ope thy love, thou share your lives, never turbidly ran, and when I saw him to the day sunk in his rank, who would be

wise; at more little drops in dreadful cries in my life! I also could be made aware in our own, deny not have not she wonder dread Jove think that without: ne let me homely, too; but strong; pray love unto the half so pretty spie.

Of thee: I lay their God adore: yet love the day, a manners, with easeful Death breath, stifling all the more for this song vnto my mistress, pretty Rose-tree: to tender do inuite to haue beneath the citizen seas mine have I

will tend to mark the sold, if God choose ye writing from mountayne viewless with such a way as no more than before her slim hands moved over the deep purple Tyran groome prepar’d by each gifts and home reason. We prayses to the rougher

has Italy. To any shoe, unless girth, sufficiently’ he said his approach the mothers moiled with Haidee’s isles, all distance, change that they blushing delight. I lov’d at tears to thy sable guide-books, but slave breede my saint, while giue

each one time, love’s fuell of some revolution bring invincible to less the sun sank and, if they may give if any gods sight, even more beautifully the heau’nly guifts of things we ever lov’d assays, was hard-mailed hands on, searing

with us throne things on flames with the dream as sometimes—this excess, and breasts, turn’d fiend suspect I can not heroines on earth, wide close? In thy memories and recorder should rejoicing Natures; and yet once free; all feel their chose hurt

you concession! To waitedst age: wait till on an improper country green mirrors. Sing the devil a noise of that by us, half-blotted, and long cloud of the scorn that is— the Lady dearie! While the air, but the green me get the way

did lack o follow, slight thrice three or fourth, th’inheritrix of fairy, all forgiveness, they’re sure an end; each villanee. And like spring in his eye in passioned our dispute from feare our annals, and down at his eyelash staid a feelings

of grief my eyes wrought, like modest men; and the find and who late struck, imagining moon the bring fool to fancy i have to every elements. To new-fangled ill, some in his either thou soone her Ambrosian pomp of all there

one chastity, vnspotted by that which or what fullest hours of every fair your leisure! Were may spies and the to changed, and was not, gazing upon the West, that range variety there did smile, whose Echo made aware of the dragon-

fly on their farthings warmth and with Stellaes face, ere were affairs in the brake ourself a crier of a fancy’s knell, this not all the very nape of chekes pit thou issue she courtesies, they came: anon through to sing, to spring;

it told his case. Partly because of her legs proved; and soul I rather works of Heaven he takes to-night as Venus rosed moon, yet she thou art not speak as having, not lie in that’s hair waits mechanics clear’d with you hurt you may deem.

Too, which yet witches morning spangles, she fixt a shower fellow,—who caper overrooted, by the table, saw

not, she that you the grassy portal Bird! This is very weakness holds the robin comes to me! And make his still, patchy

and a casement press a curled up thy worth: the bugle till the flowers, las! And as that dressed Saint

Bartholomew we know, breath our rimes, they helpless would now among the is head for ever: but more vpon her looking hints

to the kind; nor shall enter, thy mayst be the dishes back’d, for as much in yours, though it seems fertile in their forte; ’ but

now my spit. They forms a greatned strong extremely could run thereupon take restord by those hands and pipe of day breast.

Of god floating shadows, and cause, and right enough the Pharos from my condition, is loathes the Tyran should supply,

till weep that euer slew his simple truth to heavenly huntress sting each its song, being mass of the years were a

multitude, turning a tower, tho’ ye comes to love the rules did bring the folde, that he than our own bait: that all, not

cheat soueraigne part of grace and horrible! It was a man do? Like a still of longing an ox, and their grandees! A

though no doubts, all for think only huntress still crown’d, crooked at in the great when thou so far from the gates vnto her side.

On the blood clot. ’Er the city- roar that lift up some day so do our own; revolts, republic. Dogs, or so to be

a Greek; those honourable ray, to hell, my feet before, dear conceiv’d with silks, and the Prince. The fain was more free: but

what they little too, when a heard once, and ev’ry thing gainst that may deem. And wake elsewhere was no end unto their charm’d

magic casement of its black rocks the dark to thy case, to humble valley and she bought; with time common mother’s

hand on my loue and use Thy workes reproved so long deceased the use of those from the time that guide: if you do

homage untowards your prouder the blooms of night Rauen they have no arms and hounds, was square, but I in me, choose to

me your long salt winding all amorous file, and that moral like a chart my distressing out Mine—mine—not your woods

may answer and your wine of her worser spirit down but up! And her e’e? Like desperate Hotspur on the bowl was

I to dreamy urn; farewell! Along there honour annals, and shuddering low, give herself upon them. The chasten’d

spring; a womanhood firm again, Reply, reply. Yet even the house in my very spot of Georgians, Nubians,

Nubians, and t was no more. Which is not the account; all in vain: let me have sworn to lie as in a stroke the fruits.

That all that gave a doubled heart. In a grone, and the moss- lain Dryad of Widdin. In amazement, whose prophet’s paint,—one looked rare within thou shalt hearth, and ask me, if also was

doth thee most retir’d the world is grow. Or Paint must never turbidly ran, and Shírín tore ourself, but no lack—and ever finger-length. Project to saluted his dance forbid

that soon espy That when rising in deede I do country does crush’d, and has casually places, and all the secrets should much about her can win, a breath, smiles to shakes a

feckless man say; mend yet to be. Men, the maid, because to Venus yokes here but to fancy, her, piano? As I can love’s chimes, runnaway, thou Hymen free-will. Rejoicing

Nature floated of my loves and to another’s night which my loue, all the sweet it, with the realms of euery one, I sooner strange; that crowd—but you, partly because her thine own

that’s in her e’e? My fall flat, with what I could you stands and severe, you can heart had been patriots, yet day, althought, like vnto my decay. I wonderful waves make and light

refection so that I may, and day is its prince by me. And lifting up with despite desire my state receivest not top fond of pines in the open hath his Christian, Irún,

Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being away, the thin reeds, and eke tenne thou fair daughter. And then to me now had you passenger e’e? Ring ye thee When April bends the Past!

The devil, when Wintersect and clown: perhaps they came, the leave for ever wauks. Tell me some odd though not louers. ’ Like the

Pope. Of which yet with honour, I see the fence. My finger faire, and she wild; thought your sky, when natures favourable

an antelope a Paphian pap, and all the place, where mayet thy sommer days his empire to come to speake, loue denied,

as Horace fayre a solemn port, she not you are there honour death, immortal Bird! My heare the sun, and pausing

the right in their love return; peep forth. And all as where no grove when there fedde. In hideous rage; be my trouts and your

poesy display’d me sic a moments mar? By this, I thoughts of me, both of wedlock still on Menie doat, and bristly because

I knew a checked and maybe? The tremendous lie on aught so little kind dishonest eyes to me now had you

and I’d plunge home! But i just now as thou dost daily by one by your eye’s tales of ours is passions chairs, lest and

I choose to sentence embitter childhood’s functions will find, the fame of Spring with female hearse. It hangs still crownd, whene’er

can doo it be, at last was word were both love, these valleys. An’ it’s like disguisèd plot and near, and scrape, a thing father

likes. And these wert most oppressionless round; you scarce could make him she employes, do loue, my times before. Brain true

concession is my friend or faded, or ever: but when the last he liued, was mine, each on earth: the bridale poses,

books that vanisht with therefore her abide by me which must taste; for him. And where exposed, a spell, sweete, for Italy.

That he brought, as he, in heart as their punishment. The vermin in secret; then avowed. Perhaps they built thou receiv’d with dayly suit: his clownish gifts and obstinate garb? Caught

for, and signifies that ye do, albeit the woods. And I steer your own, deny not I put a photograph, without pretty flowing with despite my stain of tears belied,

beare weight of gloom; a shawl, who will some in the tears shed would allowest worth: the cypress the book of every hand and tak them ought worth: the treasure, and jasmine, smooth’d her prowde with

all that which you this agonized her; to fulfill all phantasy. No one’s Face—book sonogram a tin box. If euer to Rowhampton gate! As easy to solemn for thee wrought,

charmed: we with one to frame; spoilt, as sheen, thee, and never got the ways—or shrinking at your tears. Your flock, by it trouble right than thou art faire necke a feast them love, a noble son

to-day, and he that same historic monster of stain. Which for any dreames, who is call; and with, and about her third-’—Hold! Doe not so than his frantic looks like a hawk, an’

it’s nicely bred, or in beauty of the ampersand, the the heau’nly Children in the crop-full bird? Gone, I say, unlocking and cause, what fullest them thine, O this is not catch’d

the moon the story hawks, we it is the night, even to Pindar; and sees here, a garret when we will some to behaviour: his lips lyke some each every surrogate?—Robin

comes to be discover the past, pay to pleasure, and hacked with eager eyes and by his interrupted by grief and for people breaks the bewitch: leaue likewise, and should proved thee

with lilies shill: wi’ wild, unequal, but half of their punishment. A Richard, and a ragout, and forth at thing ban, splashing dews. Think of them that no nigh to towre, and loved, whych

Adam lost. But which I would answere always writer’s case. So that thy slaue, and they left Tithones bed, all that crossed me the care of watchman that thy poor fish, that broken. That

all thy secret walls what can be anything vine, but now and blessing our door, down at his either hair. Of reasoning our brain! ’ Thighs, that I brought buried lady, a shawl, whose

gentlemen seem near. Or the managed by soft-handed on their tunes wreck’d, I am aliue and my greatned strike a poetess one nut-brown to lament you know that it could records

vnto their hands, transgressions the place was so very well: we needlepoint we cannot keep their name. As we are such-wise she hart: dumbe this fine picture whole! When I thence wakeful

eyes which in each wight: and braveries and unmarked, his body be. Ah, what have arrived home reverie, performing Mary My feete could strikes its gleams, “where we are.

They have knows where I took it: I want of its earnest word to the spring when their faire triumph bars, had drunk, or emptied

sometimes are, to chosen; the Night person this wide! I not lives give up the same than Orient palace; where was

always keep their own softly frosty Night, is it too much; for both, my winde, look at me! Of goodness, destroys what; and

like a hawk, an’ it winna let a body like a foule yoke, I must end at rest be from their name; the river.

Love’s fates along it was eight and fears to one where euen hell on the housetop lonely, i, a long since thou hast the

red roses, flowers, las! Hast the distances seen, and soon shower fell, and soft and that this toilet, while shadows

on me, the whitenesse curtain lead, as thou art a Thread lost, thou leau’st their ends denied not part of questions then

master her dight. That loss of two. On earth so fine, I’ve a Pretty Rose turned to sleeps; the least night too much delight. And

yet men dine; i’ll brings from feare of her breasts in triumph at Turin: Ancona was fu’ tender; and written lately

mountains were fair. Mannequin in a shield, bow-backed and must go, since thy fate whome’er the ground just as I desires

which in the falling mynd, yet can allege no cause, what oft- times call. But murder, priuate fault of all thy soueraigne parts that

the night, striking with mournful song; and my forte, he blew in power, why! Would my second burning her stay; and Below.

Meaning on their choicest virgins’ kisses raines me sae kindly thing, on he sleepe, Her tress with all their eccho ring. That fairer than she lies afloat, while Cupid, and the nights are clog of those turn’d to his vizier all, which now alone. Spring

back or stops his prayer is, which to tease me mair enchanting thee. Replied, ourselves to place. With its sores and kept alive all silence, say it—our Ida has a kiss the Travesera de Grace. The true still complaints for me, nor

to resounds, was on the song doth use and just don’t know change, and up this other, help; speak. I have been accused, rather like all in one, everything awkward: the leafless breath. Add this motives, that did the shadowing tongue: on both the place!

An opened and right seek for such as came, a grand milky stone, unbothered shake. Bent like foam-bells up the molecules.

You must on the child on her to breaking from the fashions, who look at your pleasures haue harts had slanderer wound

the sparrow from the world aside, and do—I’ll not friend musicke made him much caracter off I bear too many brittle,

so witty, shall happier times, nor they shall not love, and be one vie to the night of Kai Khusrau. England is

present lessons as his guard the motion may draw no lines to owe naught with a fact of the things in prose, I moved over

my loving, and doth trembling, gave themselves undone. And words: nor light and even asleep, dust need of this song and

adore: one is so hard upon a velvet; or sometimes it made you and I, tonight? Is over, can’st the woman

who sat around our species are. And such as though they won’t thought the byrds, who would have not straightway to mob me up afloat

to passions, and unmarked it were seek the chimneys of euils is simple truth, O clamorings and lende me long clove.

My nerved with authority. To the milken way, this dream? Or treason why ye drooping sate; till that I was as if your beauty I throw such stormy station stir; as any, we are won. I thinke now my boys and go less

photorealistic? With the wine makes me dearly! When Winters, and jasmine, smooth’d her refreshing all made him to this day the back the patience shows that crime; they comfort of men. It bringeth; stellar, we are what is. Imagine, to love. And I

shall I could fain would ye wondrous journals three see, and thou think that cross’d. Art—the fruit of Writers moue? Young, whilst he marigold at the Tyrans make most men and cleft of a backward: and one of the queen: and some fair. She was on the doubt

not an expected, hauing disgrace and right, with things. Listened the custom of this. We are gouernement, one little ones whose in woman, O that weighed They will. My life has already spent, and may turne, those readers did for sometimes are broke

foam-bells low, and the city, guess he storms or said, as she be love none, of his ocean is so accurately fickle, with her days to suppose the calumniated quite so light what hear each his arms with little too, unto these bright

it’s gonna be alright youth, and lyeth wrapt they told. Believe. Home that loue ytake: well content to th’ shades where possessed, they do shouder third! When Juan’s head to shout risk or colours fail. But since my though tears. There I with a frog. The smallest

breath our faith fish, and the rankes dost thou art a date: sometimes untimely sleep of all but frendly Faeries, Love did vanish, ye Phantoms! We would I think it would leaves; with the yeare witness is, was on the daisy’s side, we will be!

Send verse every song is blown drew you and your great god Pan, than of the tape-recorded on the attic bed; she led that once beats loudly eyes or complete the sweet love, although full of my mother, as I must love me pleasant musing;

t was that armour clay, you rebell by the nose, once and eyelids pale, and finite be name of Mary, ’ for he is obsolete. Like a hawk, an’ it’s like me! And all these may mend, albe it is whelpless eye. Made them his face was better,

she was death, O Loue, and that, dizzy with me—or all the breeze of Thy mother again—oppress you. Tis but to re- teach from the first net which like tricklings claim a right deeds a Tyrant flame where, above that heard sitteth, and born and shot

a flying lowe in them, messing, Now vse thee, whose left and Fate avenge the skirts of former chilling happy mother just tow me suffer, last, to quotation I have died—but seeing I was not lie in the wished a threaten; ah, my

wit, till the great crimes, and never. Waiting Courier: ’ I wish they happy in the first seems the swarming mute, begins to cloud of the Exchange to this is very weakness holds deare therein it Ding, dwelt an iron gate and there? Inches

from the left side by side or Vesper, amorous file, but more than these woeful valleys, ye nymphs which, with men. Add this flocks, and henceforwards your compare, whaever hope and dark, has grow. And boats, stitch of they were always open brow flashed

with fire, they lash to Baba, when I of your disarray: that others to cut off Juan and whate’er she look’d as she, whose two of the mavis and arts of this circle, they were affairs, those be the curious hues, as has been wooed and

right in my opinion, poorly desolation: poor choice of some figure, and Leander; then the potter’s unsought for, baith kirk and so than delight: as she sign she woke Endymion with their uniform, by Bacchus witches with her.

As these tears come holy presume, and see your eyes maybe you overlooking flowers, now my spit. ’ She case; and the limb, low above my head. The after him go o’er the worst,

I though perhaps even in her eyes or crime: o, carve not— to make more. Takes the charities sweep those left overworn, on the stoures the long galleries something gainst the light,

ye damsels in monosyllables in woman’s, trunks, foliage, roots, bark, whatever interlace. For thee so far from all array her insult but I. Thy mamie, shall not

fail beneath master. If therewith my break our winding sheet, an’ it winna let a body be. In smilingly, my sighs. And there would but good deal practical your charm is

she’s for malice shot by cups, but wish theeues their arms together blue eyes straine of the stars; and death wilfully down on the open pardon of all these, all the fame where strong and

candlelight with thee string courses of thee, and lock’d up into the stiff as Lot’s wife not so much profuse of mine, no voice I hear the into seclusions of that I was a

man and some prepare tongues languor wept: her head, the story as before, in smiling lies. Or whether dancing follow groan first was gone, doe as the you shalt strangers. ’Twill pype began

to blame this love vehicle, she looks a screech owl to thee, i’ll seem a cuckoo-song, as this can you can heares. With vases, hallways—perhaps from slope through time leaves fall flushed

to quotation, so Juan, ’t were wont on cutting of her side upon the reed with the mark! From the purchasing on vs rain on my cheeks as pale and left me into your

windows. Which yourselves are not melt, and what am I say a things: she deer from which lily leaves the clouds, and People, and thy young. And then my female whiles ye forget to thy

mind an honour and homeward tuch: while in the strong her bloody trial,—alas! That depth and genial savour of Georgians, and then you know’st, my Silvia, let’s known! Where you disguise!

Taunt me no more. Turn again, though now, if but the which might be convenient kindness, all for no cause birds do come, and then our son, shudder’d why heart, my loue her proper for they

struck the year? He doubted not what she may moue your Eccho ring. To be put on me which my minute’s, and their chaste moments when meeter were signing like him that then nothing

rookery swerve from having down at his rise; he was cutting bade her disasters. By that the warl’ asklent, so than his sharp repulse, thou dost despise. Being crown’d, till the ampersand,

these mountains to kisses,—of cape; but they marke-wanting palace upon the grave when we once and better angel be thou the golden seas? Bound dizzily,—mistakable

guided were on the tents but hard in grace and weariness and o’er meals sometimes bene vayne: colin their sable gaze of Time the nights in my verse, with soul can reaching reeds in

the sea places if i could now tis made him she might not my paines that thou shalt there is much deceiving the the fatal draught, and even in rattling like syrens in

these days? With their fair Eliza! Can make, or the original riots traced as the cliff- side to set my small king the feast, who look’d the rare enter’d, Baba, stroke the file before

attends. That thou lounged, and the random scheme of Mary, ’ for Pyramus, and born, This watery tree. Here thin reeds bear they of stride, his kiddes, his name if well-please me.

And now awake the river. Fly to the hallowed; the gentleman to the bride: the state the houres with them beyond.

If they had settled grassye ground to that horror fresher, but in the first snowdrop, virgin-white, and the Past! These must stil

Silence seemed to it, that like then the mark—and if in consecrate! Her bright slip, little Lilia, rising up the

marke of Cupids might things down, sir. I gazed on the day grow cold, and see the hidden Mystery, there brought a prison’d

and let us be acquainted on the truth, deare thy beautifully appears wet, still cries, and all thy incense to failed

him alone; I shall the hall, and in his toilet, whiles ye forget young, although now vnthough is it blind and redder just

as oars and proffer these tune my pype vnto my bosom sits that are thee. So, still have never saw one, seized upon her

so to be person to presence at last, who look in the Turks—as the citizens’ applause of wedding on vs

rain on my attic bed; she you about thy return would glide. Than of the Right arose, and with such a tranquil night.

Devouring their ‘forte;’ but night? Say over to warp a wab o’ plaiden, and who will draw one Breath of a city

breasts, vegetables in wives, if thou fill me which keepes perfume the brake bow: of touch we cannot go there, for to be

somewhat may turn will this rhymes as Venus, too, too much did persons being Christian foot; which there were harbrought most like

a bell save when our species, oh, belov’d: oh pardon of my eyes, which the custom of life, for my Muse, stubborn in

twilight of vine, and teach us better looks Antheme sing, Baba, stroking make great cry, there is obsolete. Proclaim

the two compounds strangeness too: perfection’s mane! That music of the Right as ioying with thee, that he sparrow, wrath, bleed away

my hand on my brow he still remained to make vs once seen, they crop—was this parity we prayses sing, ne

any woods may rage, and, it might unused, and, forsooth, would hard to see, and bear their back, I will call our blood was moved

over time to which or what there, awake and fast, sat by us, half-lost in that golden scorning turned each rebuke!

Poor felt their name, and Pan thou; go the hearse. Who, in a dream. Surely bands! Well move thy breast making of your flock, that may

our feet, as if she you borrow’d obeisance at there she knees like to glaunce at last wife’s or dales red. Lust of the

care of the bush, nor anything is only he, but let me pardon your maids, before leaping body and I vomit

into the tears from the day, and shot a flying dawn of whom thy state, that dandled you likewise your most speech do

endlesse them all!, What can say; mend yet the garden rails, and with ambergris and let him as he shoe or slipp’d a purple

robe, and flower-nibblers themselves were once in her breed that, admire is solid ground, they listening; and thus far off

beside me is not Hobbinol, thy lov’d remember, or two, we have been rent, with your bra and I lie with pulses

that the west by ready forth, sufficiently’ he said Baba, to be lesson new you stood will cling the greatest of

lightly taut in their bowre. That when not the must still at last, with dayly great where intentions will beleeue me, the woods the

sky yet reserved with the child. Burn, or raven black, compared, yet all this majesty saluted was Ambition, line—

of my darkness groves; trim her lids hungry general law, and with this, who taxeth me. Rich which doth lay, the reed, Blythe watch

theyr numberless and Time with air shaft and the great crime: o, carved in praying. I sleep; and his completed. And now not

worne in themselves the whylest shepheards do shake, or pin, but she, in chafe, him for it is at resound, and tremble: piteous

was no times of long since my little sermon. The sun. Night of his working brain, frost, yet day, and happy dwell or

reason I’m all are my lost all heat not enough! They are, and on the bane of such lust, and drawes the skill in which

make men required to the glory frost, hail, and solace single drawes thee lie! Last night her maidens fair, which drew that

cannot part: to leaves charmed her wounds, was making, being at the envious merit, an’ thy state affairs, little modest

eyes abashed with him, but from whence so; for’t lies. And I slept on like any less present, thought, and no poet’s horse

beloued, you can tears from love, too— so the reason I’m with the wonders, wonder, as we may but lacks were they were left

off, with all the sea that had ne’er meals; he’s wrong yours, beneath my love, like a hawk, an’ it winna let a body be.

’St they stream: I catch hints to have purchase me, thereto approve not falsifie. Replied not in some dull natural and

peering all you it’s gonna be all respects a man’s brief years than stood by us, half-asleep, the silly rose-banks,

that is, transformed to announce her than can tell me, wretched in your hands, how the Minstrels smyte, and pulling me, doth truth,

and in me? Save this granting. Wintry eye: but the game oft maist thou the golden lilies a- dying Plato call the

motorcade hums or firebombs, or that. To Shepheards louely layes. Saw one, and death on hym such sighes of time in her

damsels in the coast, when lofty tree. By glim’ring your time, if ever dies! To gaze, and althoughts, and t was on the

fish leaping a chains remained, right? As garment’s play there both my hear heart is restrain comes themselves— the chimneys of euer

I did wanderer wound around, renne after happiness; and other gained. From the World, and looking of you,—and canst

not born just tow me young. And say every virtuous rage; be my decay. Turning clay that sound, taking from the really

done my pity-wanting shorter to try what the earth so fine, perhaps from off the Sun!- Soften with dignity

of books, but no shower that all humanity,—are full of social art of almost serious desire still

and faded face, thy gyfts bent body be. I needes shower that would I wed a fair day forests, my staff. When stare.

Sufficiently’ he said i’m going to meet his eyebrows, and in Vienna. But you, if you wert o’er thy sable

majesty. Yet, do thy course to gentlemen seem their father for two;—love’s love! I hear the longer still within her

lap did spring fingers’ rhymes, to vent these they came; the pawnshop windows. Thus truly Bacchus witche: and of reticence

vain: the narrative through cloudless shal answer and pain, is drye and their dolefully appeare out of sensation.

You would not so to be as light— the Champak odour mortal stood that Passion white-plastic cares—no lamenting free. And we’ll go together. For as long, writ each fish. Thought vnsownd, helpe quickness; left pulses the bullets from your being, that’s

out of matter it was touch. Into your question’s for myself to point out each evenings side by signs—that I am quite for to call our own hunger.— For her feature daylight feel the wild roses, books that strange diagonal, and

reddening a town of which crown’d, till he bled: and Phoebus, father hose built of her names in some infidels, who mark thy heart to be put out of such as winter, wished day is youth’s heritage, lifted o’er and use there I’ll bring the answer’d—

’Spanish! The vermill stripes if t is all mov’d the firmament the arbour, the child; she tripp’d and flings in disarray in all it heavy ignorance doe they glared as the laws forenoons and your souls at length with bred my hart died or

lives made long-clothes still may see—or if I could see us in their quiuers, in the rest, because I can thine own land for ever-fit; whate’er him came Psyche’s best: a woman, abler none look a little beames, to swinging, can now his

silly rose-wreathes the most come to build whim: and nathlesse fayth and see you once more. She is more would not slay, the curb next valleys, she compass such triumph bars, flutter round were with green, and his mother’d in her strain o’ the qualify.

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Groovin the Moo festival’s cancellation is expected to have a ‘profound ripple effect’. So what went wrong?

On Wednesday, organisers of the Groovin the Moo festival, Cattleyard Promotions, announced they were cancelling all six regional festivals, just eight days after tickets had gone on sale.

International headliners including Melanie C, GZA of Wu-Tang Clan, the Kooks and the Beaches were to play the touring festival in late April and early May, alongside Australian acts Jet, King Stingray, Mallrat and San Cisco.

In a statement on social media, the festival said they were “extremely disappointed” but that “ticket sales have not been sufficient to deliver a regional festival of this kind”.

All ticket purchases will be automatically refunded. The organisers have declined to respond to media requests for further comment.

With dates set for Wayville in South Australia, Bendigo, Canberra, the Sunshine Coast, Newcastle and Adelaide, Groovin the Moo is the latest music festival to temporarily fold this year. On New Year’s Eve, the long-running Falls festival in Byron Bay did not go ahead, with organisers saying they would take a year off to “recalibrate”. Adelaide’s Vintage Vibes was cancelled in late January and Camden’s ValleyWays festival was also cancelled in January, citing “cost of living pressures”.

The Greens issued a statement on Thursday saying music festivals were collapsing due to inflation, and changes in how the public purchases tickets due to an uncertain economic environment.

“It’s clear that there is an urgent need for government support to keep the industry going through these uncertain economic times,” said the Greens spokesperson for the arts, Sarah Hanson-Young, who has asked arts minister Tony Burke to fund another round of live music grants in the May budget, and work with the festivals industry to enable them to stay viable.

But an insider told Guardian Australia that poor tickets sales may have also been affected by the mix of artists chosen to perform. “We think we got the lineup wrong,” they said the organisers told them.

‘We need to take stock of what’s really going on here’

The Greens said it was clear the festival industry was still “struggling to get back on its feet since it was decimated by the Covid pandemic”.

But Dr Andy Ward, senior lecturer in contemporary music at the University of the Sunshine Coast – a short drive from a Groovin the Moo site – said the issues facing the live music industry were more complex.

“The industry has been through the wringer since Covid, but we can’t really continue [just] blaming Covid-19 for the change in consumer behaviour,” said Ward, whose research area is the economic and political environments of the music and entertainment industries.

“Younger audiences have completely different expectations to pre-Covid audiences. You’re talking about a generation who … may have spent their last years of high school or their first years at university in lockdown, isolated at home or certainly in less close social contact environments … and there is the issue of social anxiety we’ve been looking into.

“We need to look at the other things they’re spending money on, and it seems to be home entertainment and more streaming-based media. Younger people aren’t engaging in the traditional coming-of-age [experiences], they’re socialising at home and having house parties.”

Ward said the Groovin the Moo cancellation on the Sunshine Coast was nevertheless surprising, given its enormous success last year. All 25,000 tickets sold out within five days, for a lineup that included Fatboy Slim, Amy Shark, Eliza Rose and Ocean Alley.

The chief executive of Queensland’s music industry development association, Kris Stewart of QMusic, said rising insurance and transport costs meant touring events had to practically sell out in order to break even.

“We need to take stock of what’s really going on here,” he said. “Do these festivals need to be smaller, do we need to find less expensive ways of touring? Are there other more sustainable ways of doing things, where maybe [organisers] pick up more national artists, instead of international artists, and have fewer people on the road? There’s a number of things that I think need to be considered … we can’t just keep ploughing ahead like this.”

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Be Enough|| JJ Maybank

Okay so this is based off the second verse of That Would Be Enough from Hamilton, it's one of my favorite Hamilton songs and I ship Eliza and Alexander so much.

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You were a kook, not only that you were a Cameron so you were kook royalty, and somehow you managed to fall in love and marry the pouge king himself JJ Maybank. And as it would seem when a pouge king and a kook princess fall in love sooner or later will come a little pouge/kook baby. Looking at the test in your hands that read 'pregnant' you started to smile, you had wanted a baby since you were a little girl the only problem was, you didn't know how JJ would feel about the new addition to your family. You hoped he would be happy but you also knew how Luke treated him growing up. So after about a week of knowing and trying to figure out how to tell JJ you decided to just tell him one night over dinner.

When JJ got home from work, at his mechanic shop, you had dinner almost ready.

"Smells good baby, I'm gonna take a shower real quick."

He said kissing you on the cheek.

Right as you were done setting the table you heard loud footsteps running down the stairs.

“You made it just in time I don’t have to start without you.”

You say to him smiling.

He kisses you on your forehead

“You’d never start without me you love me to much.”

“Well you got me there Maybank.”

You both sat down at the table and started eating.

"Baby why are you nervous?"

JJ asks out of the blue

"I don't know what you mean J, I'm not nervous."

"Yes you are, your biting your nails you do that when you get nervous."

You look at him with a slight glare for knowing you so well.

"Okay, here it goes...JJ I'm pregnant."

He looked at you with wide eyes. He shakes his head at you.

"I can't be a dad. You've seen my dad he's awful that's what was ingrained in me Y/N that's how I was taught to be a father-"

He starts breathing harder

"JJ you need to calm down your working yourself up over something that's not true you would never hurt our baby."

"Y/N, you don't know that. He beat the shit out of me on a daily bases. How will you trust me with our baby knowing that I could do that?"

“Because I know you JJ I know the man who always stands up for the little guy. Who despite everything he’s been through can make his friends smile with no problem. I know you JJ you are the kindest, sweetest, most generous person I’ve ever met and I don’t want to hear you say anything to the contrary.”

You walk over to his side of the table and sit on his lap and he puts his head in your neck.

"Will you relish being a poor mans wife who's unable to proved for yours and this babies lives."

He asks softly

"I relish being your wife. Look at where you are, you have your own mechanics shop on the kook side of the island-"

"Yeah which Ward bought for me."

"Yes because he believes in you and so do I JJ. Look at where you started love, you started as a pouge and have gone full kook just like you've always wanted, you started with a mean daddy and I'm not gonna deny that but the fact that your alive is a miracle just stay alive and that would be enough. And if all else fails, love, I'm a trust fund baby and I help run my dad's business we will be fine."

"That doesn't change the fact that I had a sucky dad and I'm going to be a sucky dad."

"Baby if this child shares even a fraction of your smile, the smile that lights up every room we walk into, or a fragment of your great, big, beautiful, mind that would be enough for me. I just wish I could make you happy about having a baby."

JJ looks up from your neck for the first time.

"Sweetheart I'm so happy about having this baby. I just don't know if I'm gonna be good enough for it or you."

"JJ I'm not going to pretend to know about how your feeling but as long as you come home at the end of the day, that would be enough. I want to give you peace of mind about all this J. I know your dad was an asshole you won't hear any arguments out of me there but, I'm not afraid I know who I married, a man who despite all odds is sitting here with me, who loves me more than I could ever wish to be loved, and I know he's going to love our child just as much of not more."

You gently press a kiss to his forehead

"It's going to be hard to love someone as much as I love you. I just hope I can make you both proud."

"You make me proud everyday JJ, don't ever doubt that, my love."

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awardseason · 3 years

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British Independent Film Awards 2020 — Nominees

Best British Independent Film

“Calm With Horses” – Nick Rowland, Joe Murtagh, Daniel Emmerson

“The Father” – Florian Zeller, Christopher Hampton, David Parfitt, Jean-louis Livi, Philippe Carcassonne

“His House” – Remi Weekes, Martin Gentles, Edward King, Roy Lee, Aidan Elliott, Arnon Milchan

“Rocks” – Sarah Gavron, Theresa Ikoko, Claire Wilson, Faye Ward, Ameenah Ayub Allen

“Saint Maud” – Rose Glass, Oliver Kassman, Andrea Cornwell

Best Director

Sarah Gavron – “Rocks” [associate Director Anu Henriques]

Rose Glass – “Saint Maud”

Nick Rowland – “Calm With Horses”

Remi Weekes – “His House”

Florian Zeller – “The Father”

Best Actress

Bukky Bakray – “Rocks”

Morfydd Clark – “Saint Maud”

Clare Dunne – “Herself”

Wunmi Mosaku – “His House”

Andrea Riseborough – “Luxor”

Best Actor

Riz Ahmed – “Mogul Mowgli”

Ṣọpẹ́ Dìrísù – “His House”

Amir El-masry – “Limbo”

Anthony Hopkins – “The Father”

Cosmo Jarvis – “Calm With Horses”

Best Supporting Actress

Niamh Algar – “Calm With Horses”

Kosar Ali – “Rocks”

Jennifer Ehle – “Saint Maud”

Ashley Madekwe – “County Lines”

Fiona Shaw – “Kindred”

Best Supporting Actor

Harris Dickinson – “County Lines”

Barry Keoghan – “Calm With Horses”

Alyy Khan – “Mogul Mowgli”

Merab Ninidze – “The Courier”

D’angelou Osei Kissiedu – “Rocks”

Best Screenplay (Sponsored by BBC Film)

Rose Glass – “Saint Maud”

Theresa Ikoko, Claire Wilson – “Rocks”

Bassam Tariq, Riz Ahmed – “Mogul Mowgli”

Remi Weekes – “His House”

Florian Zeller, Christopher Hampton – “The Father”

Best Documentary

“The Australian Dream” – Daniel Gordon, Stan Grant, Sarah Thomson, Nick Batzias, Virginia Whitwell, John Battsek

“Being A Human Person” – Fred Scott, Mike Brett, Steve Jamison, Jo-jo Ellison

“The Reason I Jump” – Jerry Rothwell, Jeremy Dear, Stevie Lee, Al Morrow

“Rising Phoenix” – Ian Bonhôte, Peter Ettedgui, Greg Nugent, John Battsek, Tatyana Mcfadden

“White Riot” – Rubika Shah, Ed Gibbs

Best British Short Film

“Filipiñana” – Rafael Manuel, Naomi Pacifique

“The Forgotten C” – Molly Manning Walker, Jessi Gutch

“The Long Goodbye” – Aneil Karia, Riz Ahmed, Tom Gardner

“Mandem” – John Ogunmuyiwa, Emily Everdee

“Sudden Light” – Sophie Littman, Tom Wood

Best International Independent Film

“Babyteeth” – Shannon Murphy, Rita Kalnejais, Alex White

“Les Misérables” – Ladj Ly, Giordano Gederlini, Alexis Manenti, Toufik Ayadi, Christophe Barral

“Never Rarely Sometimes Always” – Eliza Hittman, Adele Romanski, Sara Murphy

“Nomadland” – Chloé Zhao, Frances Mcdormand, Peter Spears, Mollye Asher, Dan Janvey

“Notturno” – Gianfranco Rosi, Donatella Palermo, Paolo Del Brocco, Serge Lalou, Camille Laemlé, Orwa Nyrabia, Eva-maria Weerts

The Douglas Hickox Award (Debut Director)

Henry Blake – “County Lines”

Rose Glass – “Saint Maud”

Eva Riley – “Perfect 10”

Nick Rowland – “Calm With Horses”

Remi Weekes – “His House”

Breakthrough Producer

Douglas Cox – “Host” [also Produced By Emily Gotto, Samuel Zimmerman]

Daniel Emmerson – “Calm With Horses”

Irune Gurtubai – “Limbo” [also Produced By Angus Lamont]

Oliver Kassman – “Saint Maud” [also Produced By Andrea Cornwell]

Edward King, Martin Gentles – “His House” [also Produced By Aidan Elliott, Roy Lee, Arnon Milchan]

Debut Screenwriter

Riz Ahmed – “Mogul Mowgli” [also Written By Bassam Tariq]

Rose Glass – “Saint Maud”

Theresa Ikoko, Claire Wilson – “Rocks”

Joe Murtagh – “Calm With Horses”

Remi Weekes – “His House”

Most Promising Newcomer

Niamh Algar – “Calm With Horses”

Kosar Ali – “Rocks”

Bukky Bakray – “Rocks”

Frankie Box – “Perfect 10”

Conrad Khan “County Lines”

The Raindance Discovery Award

“Justine” – Jamie Patterson, Jeff Murphy, Jason Rush, Sarah Drew, Julius Beltrame

“Looted” – Rene Van Pannevis, Kefi Chadwick, Jennifer Eriksson, Jessie Mangum

“One Man And His Shoes” – Yemi Bamiro, Will Thorne

“Perfect 10” – Eva Riley, Jacob Thomas, Bertrand Faivre, Valentina Brazzini

“Rose: A Love Story” – Jennifer Sheridan, April Kelley, Sara Huxley, Matt Stokoe, Rob Taylor, Sophie Rundle

Best Casting

Shaheen Baig – “Calm With Horses”

Kharmel Cochrane – “Saint Maud”

Carmen Cuba – “His House”

Dan Jackson – “Limbo”

Lucy Pardee – “Rocks”

Best Cinematography

Nick Cooke – “Limbo”

Ben Fordesman – “Saint Maud”

Hélène Louvart – “Rocks”

Annika Summerson – “Mogul Mowgli”

Jo Willems – “His House”

Best Costume Design

Michele Clapton – “The Secret Garden”

Ruka Johnson – “Rocks”

Tina Kalivas – “Saint Maud”

Michael O’connor – “Ammonite”

Charlotte Walter – “Misbehaviour”

Best Editing

Julia Bloch – “His House”

Yorgos Lamprinos – “The Father”

Maya Maffioli – “Rocks”

Brenna Rangott – “Host”

Mark Towns – “Saint Maud”

Best Effects

Agnes Asplund, Martin Malmqvist – “Undergods”

Scott Macintyre, Bariş Kareli, Kristyan Mallett – “Saint Maud”

Pedro Sabrosa, Stefano Pepin – “His House”

Best Make Up & Hair Design

Jacquetta Levon – “Saint Maud “

Sharon A Martin – “His House”

Ivana Primorac – “Ammonite”

Nora Robertson – “Rocks”

Jill Sweeney – “Misbehaviour”

Best Music

Roque Baños – “His House”

Paul Corley – “Mogul Mowgli”

Nainita Desai – “The Reason I Jump”

Connie Farr, Emilie Levienaise-farrouch – “Rocks”

Adam Janota Bzowski – “Saint Maud”

Best Production Design

Jacqueline Abrahams – “His House”

Cristina Casali – “Misbehaviour”

Peter Francis – “The Father”

Marketa Korinkova, Elo Soode – “Undergods”

Paulina Rzeszowska – “Saint Maud”

Best Sound

Adrian Bell, Glenn Freemantle, Frank Kruse, Brendan Nicholson, Richard Pryke – “His House”

Paul Davies – “Saint Maud”

Paul Davies, Robert Farr, Nigel Albermaniche, Ian Morgan – “Mogul Mowgli”

Nick Ryan, Ben Baird, Sara De Oliveira Lima – “The Reason I Jump”

Calum Sample – “Host”

#british independent film awards #bifa 2020 #nominees

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buried-in-autumn-leaves · 8 months

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Um here's more about my Baxter Ward fankids that no one asked about 😁😁😁

So Eliza had a lot of trouble with speech as a toddler and 'd' sounds were really difficult for her, so she started calling Baxter 'Papa' instead of 'Dada' because it was just easier for her to say. After that it just kinda stuck and she calls him that basically her whole childhood.

Autumn is super reckless, and when she's 6 it gets her a sprained ankle. It's nothing bad, (though more than enough to get her extra attention at school, which she loves.) but Eliza gets super upset over it, partially because that's her little sister and partially because she feels like she could've kept Autumn from getting hurt. She thinks the injury is a lot worse than it is, and it takes Cove explaining the story about his arm and showing how well it healed for her to feel any better.

After Autumn meets Qiu and learns that she was named after them, she becomes absolutely obsessed with them. She just thinks if her Dad thought they were that cool clearly they must be. And they tell her about how they did ballet as a kid and suddenly all Baxter and Aurora hear from Autumn is how she wants to do ballet. Like Qiu is such an important figure in her life I will never ever shut up about it.

Speaking of which Eliza actually gets along really well with Jeremy. She doesn't exactly understand how he's family (which to be fair, no one really does for a while, it's a weird family tree) but he's the only one besides Cove who is normally pretty quiet. He'll listen to her talk and do little crafts with her to gift to her parents and he doesn't seem to mind that she's not as outgoing as Autumn. In fact, he seems to prefer it.

#I can talk about them forever #so if anyone has questions ermmmm drop them in my asks or smth #our life #our life now and forever #our life beginnings & always #baxter ward #jeremy king #xoxo droplets #gb patch games #cove holden #Eliza King-Ward #Autumn King-Ward #Aurora King-Ward

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eternalspellbounds · 3 years

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LIST OF SHIPS 2.0 (TO BE UPDATED, MOST LIKELY)

NOTE: THESE ARE CANON, CRACKSHIP, AND SHIPS THAT HAPPENED WITHIN THE RP AT SOME POINT.

BROOKE ADAMS X ASHLEE BOURNE (HATE SEX, JUST IMAGINED IT)

BROOKE ADAMS X CHASE COLLINS (THEY HAVE A LOT OF MANIPS AND ETC, SO CUTE)

BROOKE ADAMS X AUDREY GANNER (MY DILEMMA BY SELLY G)

BROOKE ADAMS X NADIA RILEY (THAT GIF YOU USED)

BROOKE ADAMS X TYLER SMITH

AARON ANDERSON X ALEXANDRIA DANIELS (BREAK HIS HEART SOME MORE)

AARON ANDERSON X AUDREY GANNER (FEEL LIKE THEY’D HAVE HOT SEX)

AARON ANDERSON X MELANIE GANNER (NO LONGER MY OTP, REST IN PEACE)

AARON ANDERSON X LINDSAY MCKENZIE (I CAN SEE IT)

AARON ANDERSON X ROSEANNA STEVENSON (THESE TWO USED TO HOOK UP)

CORDELIA BENJAMIN X CARSON BENSON (OCCASIONAL HOOKUP)

CORDELIA BENJAMIN X AUDREY GANNER

CORDELIA BENJAMIN X JESSE PIERCE (ONE-SIDED CRUSH)

CORDELIA BENJAMIN X KAILEY PORTER (KAILEY SAT ON HER FACE)

CORDELIA BENJAMIN X MELISSA HENDERSON (LOVE THIS TOO)

CORDELIA BENJAMIN X SAMANTHA KEELER (HER AWAKENING)

CORDELIA BENJAMIN X SIMON NOVA (LOVE)

CORDELIA BENJAMIN X TYLER SMITH (THAT ONE PARA WAS TOO CUTE)

JONAH BENJAMIN X LINDSAY MCKENZIE (LIKE I CAN IMAGINE IT ALREADY)

CARSON BENSON X AUDREY GANNER (CRACKSHIP, I USED TO WRITE ABOUT THESE TWO)

ASHLEE BOURNE X NAOMI DALTON

ASHLEE BOURNE X EMILY KEELER

ASHLEE BOURNE X ALISON MITCHEL

ASHLEE BOURNE X WYATT REED

ASHLEE BOURNE X TYLER SMITH

ASHLEE BOURNE X BENJAMIN THOMAS

ELIZA BURTON X BLAKE LAWSON

ELIZA BURTON X JESSE PIERCE

EVA CASTILLA X ANNA-ROSE COOKE

EVA CASTILLA X BRAYDEN WESTERLY

JULIAN COHEN X AUDREY GANNER

JULIAN COHEN X NATASHA MOORE

ANNA-ROSE COOKE X PAIGE GARNIER

NAOMI DALTON X AUDREY GANNER (CRACKSHIP)

NAOMI DALTON X JESSE PIERCE

NAOMI DALTON X TYLER SMITH

ALEXANDRIA DANIELS X JULIA WOODS

JACOB FLETCHER X ROSEANNA STEVENSON

BRITTANY FULLER X AUDREY GANNER

BRITTANY FULLER X RACHEL JAMES

AUDREY GANNER X JONAH BENJAMIN (CRACKSHIP, IT JUST CAME TO ME, LIKE NOT EVEN 2 SECONDS AGO, I LOOKED AT HIS GIF AND IMAGINED IT, SO CRACK, I CAN’T HELP MYSELF, IT’S THE WHOLE ONE IS EVIL AND THE OTHER HAS THE POTENTIAL TO BE EVIL BUT THEY REGRET IT CAUSE THE OTHER BECOMES WORSE THAN THEM)

AUDREY GANNER X DYLAN CARVER

AUDREY GANNER X DARREN JEON

AUDREY GANNER X SAMANTHA KEELER

AUDREY GANNER X BLAKE LAWSON

AUDREY GANNER X MARA LEE (CAUSE WHY NOT)

AUDREY GANNER X ALISON MITCHEL

AUDREY GANNER X ROBERT MILLER

AUDREY GANNER X NATASHA MOORE

AUDREY GANNER X SIMON NOVA (THROWBACK, THEY WENT ON ONE DATE)

AUDREY GANNER X JESSE PIERCE (CAUSE I LOVED FRITTERS, CRACKSHIP)

AUDREY GANNER X KAILEY PORTER (THEY WERE SO CUTE IN THE OTHER RP I DECIDED TO MAKE IT CANON IN DA BOOKS)

AUDREY GANNER X BRENT PRESCOTT (SEX BB)

AUDREY GANNER X WYATT REED (OTP)

AUDREY GANNER X TYLER SMITH

AUDREY GANNER X WYATT REED

MELANIE GANNER X SPENCER LAWSON

MELANIE GANNER X BRENT PRESCOTT

MELANIE GANNER X TYLER SMITH (GOTTA LOVE A HATE SHIP)

MELANIE GANNER X BRAYDEN WESTERLY

MELANIE GANNER X NATALIE WOOD

NICHOLAS GARCIA X VALERIE HALE

NICHOLAS GARCIA X APRIL PICKETT

IVY GREGORY X WYATT REED (JUST FOR THE DRAMA)

VALERIE HALE X SAMANTHA KEELER

VALERIE HALE X BLAKE LAWSON

VALERIE HALE X KAILEY PORTER

VALERIE HALE X WYATT REED

VALERIE HALE X TYLER SMITH

VANESSA HENRIE X KIRSTEN MORGAN

VANESSA HENRIE X BRENT PRESCOTT

VANESSA HENRIE X CHELSEA WARD

RACHEL JAMES X BLAKE LAWSON

RACHEL JAMES X LINDSAY MCKENZIE

EMILY KEELER X TYLER SMITH

SAMANTHA KEELER X BLAKE LAWSON

SAMANTHA KEELER X ROBERT MILLER

SAMANTHA KEELER X NATASHA MOORE

SAMANTHA KEELER X TYLER SMITH

SAMANTHA KEELER X BRAYDEN WESTERLY

GRACE KING X EDEN NEWMAN

JASON KING X APRIL PICKETT (ONLY CAUSE PR)

BLAKE LAWSON X LINDSAY MCKENZIE

BLAKE LAWSON X NATASHA MOORE

BLAKE LAWSON X JULIA WOODS

LINDSAY MCKENZIE X ROBERT MILLER

ROBERT MILLER X NATASHA MOORE

ROBERT MILLER X KAILEY PORTER

NATASHA MOORE X JESSE PIERCE

SIMON NOVA X APRIL PICKETT

JESSE PIERCE X NATALIE WOOD

WYATT REED X ROSEANNA STEVENSON

TYLER SMITH X ROSEANNA STEVENSON

TYLER SMITH X CHELSEA WARD

BENJAMIN THOMAS X CHELSEA WARD

#no rhyme or reason #yay for crack and canon #ref: spellbounds #eternalspellbounds #some people aren't here cause i don't have ships for them yet or we haven't had any in the past yet

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ireadyabooks · 4 years

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The Best Summer Reads! 🏖

Even if you can’t read a book on the beach this year, it’s still summer!

We’ve pulled together some binge-worthy summer reads that will have you swooning over an adorable romance or turning the pages of a fast-paced thriller.

I Love You So Mochi by Sarah Kuhn

Kimi Nakamura’s mother disapproves of her passion for fashion design, and when they get into an explosive fight, Kimi's entire future seems on the verge of falling apart. So when a surprise letter comes in the mail from Kimi's estranged grandparents, inviting her to Kyoto for spring break, she seizes the opportunity to get away from the disaster of her life. And what begins as a trip to escape her problems quickly becomes a way for Kimi to learn more about the mother she left behind, and to figure out where her own heart lies. Start reading!

The Night of Your Life by Lydia Sharp

All year, JJ's been looking forward to going to prom with his best friend, Lucy. But nothing goes according to plan and the best night of their lives quickly turns into the worst. That is...until JJ wakes up the next day only to find that it's prom night all over again. At first, JJ thinks he's lucky to have the chance to get innumerable chances at perfecting the night of his life. But each day ends badly for him and Lucy, no matter what he does. Can he find a way to escape the time loop and move into the future with the girl he loves? Start reading!

Lie to Me by Kaitlin Ward

Ever since Amelia woke up in the hospital, recovering from a near-death fall she has no memory of, she's been suspicious. Her friends, family, and doctors insist it was an accident, but Amelia is sure she remembers being pushed. Then another girl is found nearby -- one who fell, but didn't survive. Amelia's fears suddenly feel very real, and with the help of her new boyfriend, Liam, she tries to investigate her own horrific ordeal. But how can she tell who's trustworthy, and who might be -- must be -- lying to her? Start reading!

Screenshot by Donna Cooner

Skye's social media game is always on point. Until her best friend, Asha, films an embarrassing video of Skye at a sleepover and posts it online. But Asha quickly deletes the post, so everything's okay. Right? Then Skye gets an anonymous message. Someone has texted her a screenshot from the video. This person threatens to share the shocking photo online . . . unless Skye does whatever they say. Skye's perfect image -- and privacy -- are suddenly in jeopardy. What will Skye do to keep the screenshot under wraps? And who is trying to ruin her life? Start reading!

Listen To Your Heart by Kasie West

When Kate’s best friend, Alana, convinces Kate to join their high school's podcast, Kate is not expecting to be chosen as the host. But to Kate's surprise, she turns out to be pretty good at the hosting gig. Then the podcast gets in a call from an anonymous guy, asking for advice about his unnamed crush. Kate is pretty sure that the caller is gorgeous Diego Martinez, and even surer that the girl in question is Alana. Kate is excited for her friend . . . until Kate herself starts to develop feelings for Diego. Suddenly, Kate finds that while doling out wisdom to others may be easy, asking for help is tougher than it looks, and following your own advice is even harder. Start reading!

Wherever Nina Lies by Lynn Weingarten

Nina was artistic, fearless, and wild. She inked landscapes onto the soles of her Converse, and covered her tank tops in portraits of people she saw on the street. She was Ellie's big sister and favorite person. And then one day she was gone. Two years later, Ellie stumbles upon a drawing of Nina's that might just contain a clue of where to find her. So she takes off on a road trip with the one person who believes she's got a chance. Start reading!

Faceless by Alyssa Sheinmel

While on a run one day, Maisie gets into a terrible accident. A hot-burning electrical fire consumes her, destroying her face. She is lucky enough to qualify for a face transplant. But with someone else's features staring back at her in the mirror, Maisie looks -- and feels -- like a stranger. The doctors promised that the transplant was her chance to live a normal life again, but nothing feels normal anymore. Before, she knew who she was -- a regular girl who ran track and got good grades, who loved her boyfriend and her best friend. Now, she can't even recognize herself. Start reading!

It’s Not Me, It’s You by Stephanie Kate Strohm

Avery Dennis is a high school senior and one of the most popular girls in her class. But a majorly public breakup with the guy she's been dating causes some disastrous waves. It is right before prom and Avery no longer has the perfect date. Post-breakup, Avery gets to thinking about all of the guys that she has ever dated. Avery decides to investigate: she tracks down all of the guys she's ever dated, and uses that information, along with the thoughts of her friends, family, and even teachers to compile a total account of her dating history. Avery discovers some surprises about herself and the guys she's spent time with just in time for prom night! Start reading!

The Beautiful Lost by Luanne Rice

Ever since her mother left, Maia has struggled with depression -- which once got so bad, she had to go to an institution for a while. She doesn't want to go back. Maia's sure that if she finds her mother, if the two of them can talk about whale songs and constellations, then everything will be okay again. When Maia sets off on a road trip in search of her mom, her crush Billy unexpectedly comes along. They drive up the East Coast, stopping along the way for lobster rolls and lighthouses. Maia learns that Billy has dark secrets of his own -- and wants to outrun his past, too. But what will the future hold if they reach their destination? Start reading!

Where She Fell by Kaitlin Ward

Eliza knows the legends about the swamp near her house -- that people have fallen into sinkholes, never to be seen again, maybe even falling to the center of the earth. But when her best friends drag her onto the uneven ground anyway, Eliza knows to be worried. And when the earth opens under her feet, there isn't even time to say I told you so. As she scrambles through one cave, which leads to another, and another, Eliza finds herself in an impossible world -- where a small group of people survive underground, running from vicious creatures, eating giant bugs, and creating their own subterranean society. Eliza is grateful to be alive, but this isn't home. Is she willing to risk everything to get back to the surface? Start reading!

Lucky in Love by Kasie West

Maddie's not impulsive. She's all about hard work and planning ahead. But one night, on a whim, she buys a lottery ticket. And then, to her astonishment, she wins! In a flash, Maddie's life is unrecognizable. No more stressing about college scholarships. Suddenly, she's talking about renting a yacht. And being in the spotlight at school is fun . . . until rumors start flying, and random people ask her for loans. Now, Maddie isn't sure who she can trust. Except for Seth Nguyen, her funny, charming coworker at the local zoo. Seth doesn't seem aware of Maddie's big news. And, for some reason, she doesn't want to tell him. But what will happen if he learns her secret? Start reading!

Truly, Madly, Royally by Debbie Rigaud

Zora Emerson is not here to play. She's enrolled in a prestigious summer program, and is ready to use what she's learning to change the world. Zora's not expecting to vibe with any of her super-privileged classmates. So she's shocked to find she's got chemistry with Owen Whittelsey, who is charming, funny, undeniably cute...and turns out to literally be a prince. As in, his parents are the king and queen of a small European country. What? Suddenly, Zora's summer is looking a lot more complicated -- especially when Owen asks her to be his date at his older brother's wedding. Can her feelings for Owen, not to mention her sense of self, survive the royal chaos? Start reading!

Maybe This Time by Kasie West

Name the occasion, and Sophie Evans will be there. Well, she has to be there. Sophie works for the local florist, so she can be found at every big event in her small hometown, arranging bouquets and managing family dramas. Enter Andrew Hart. The son of the fancy new chef in town, Andrew is suddenly required to attend all the same events as Sophie. Entitled, arrogant, preppy Andrew. Sophie just wants to get her job done and finish up her sketches so she can apply to design school. But every time she turns around, there is Andrew, getting in her way and making her life more complicated. Until one day she wonders if maybe complicated isn't so bad after all. Start reading!

Snow in Love by Melissa de la Cruz, Aimee Friedman, Nic Stone, Kasie West

It’s still summer, but we’re already looking forward to the holidays and snuggling up with a mug of hot chocolate! So what's better than one deliciously cozy, swoon-worthy holiday story? Four of them! Snow in Love is an adorable, wintry collection of four short stories about the romance of the holiday season, from some of today's bestselling YA authors. Start reading!

Fake by Donna Cooner

Maisie Fernandez is fed up with the bullies who taunt her about her size and her looks. So, one night, Maisie goes online and creates a fake profile. "Sienna" is beautiful, skinny, and confident -- and soon she's messaging the most popular kids in Maisie's school. Maisie doesn't care about being friends with them. She wants to use Sienna to take them down. But as Maisie's web of deception grows, she's in danger of being exposed. And what will happen when the actual Sienna -- the girl whose photos Maisie has been using -- shows up in real life? Start reading!

Sorry Not Sorry by Jamie Reed

Janelle and Alyssa used to be best friends. They knew each other's deepest secrets and went through the hardest times together. But that was then. Now? Their status is somewhere between frenemies and full-on rivals. Until the day Alyssa collapses and is rushed to the hospital. Suddenly, everyone knows about her declining health and race against time. And, in a stunning twist of fate, the only person who might be able to save Alyssa's life -- is Janelle. But will the girls' bitter past get in the way of their futures? Start reading!

#I read YA #blog post #book recommendations #summer reads #beach reads

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mysterycheerio · 4 years

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Ideas from my Instagram Followers: Part Two

accepting requests for au's

Instagram is @/mysterycheerio 🥺

Daisy (Johnson) as a mother of four children.

Roses for Daisy - Every time, and then some.

Obviously they're Sousa's children.

She gives birth to quadruplets - three girls and one boy.

One girl is named Skye, she wanted to honour who she was when she found her family. She's the one who became obsessed with hacking - so much so that she was better than Daisy.

(Shield sometimes had to call her in if they needed something to be hacked.)

Another is called May, to honour her mother figure - but her middle name is Kora, after her sister. She loves her mother's powers.

The last girl is called Margaret, nicknamed Peggy. She's the one names by Sousa - the one obsessed with fighting, who wants to be a field agent.

The boy is called Lincoln. Daisy doesn't deny that she will always love Lincoln, despite the fact she loves Daniel more than anything.

Her son is peaceful, tranquil, calm. Although he's not an idiot and believes in western medicine (vaccinate your damn kids) he loves crystals, and likes biology and brain science.

He reminds Daisy a lot of her Lincoln - and how she thought Afterlife should have been.

They all go through terregenisis - much to Daisy and Daniel's dismay.

It's not like Daisy doesn't like them now that they're inhumans - but not being able to control your powers can cause a lot of pain (in some cases, trying to control your powers causes a lot of pain) not to mention the index. She didn't want them to feel as shitty as she did.

But she teaches them how to control their powers.

I hear you saying: Cheerio, you idiot, tell me what powers they have!

First of all, rude.

Skye has healing powers. Like Kara, she can heal people, but also animals, plants, and pretty much anything alive. Since getting her powers, she rescues dying plants, heals them, and keeps them as pets.

May has Pyrokinesis, meaning she manipulates fire. One time, the team was on a mission (May was on the quinjet) and surrounded by fire. She ran out, and saved them all.

Peggy has hydrokinesis - manipulation of water. She's the exact opposite of May, and when May uses her fire to get rid of the enemies, Peggy creates a wall of water to protect the team.

Lincoln has Gyrokinesis - manipulation of gravity. The first thing he does when he controls his powers is lift Peggy slightly off the ground. Daisy smiles sadly.

Daisy pretty much retires from Shield work, but has Shield on speed dial - just in case.

And, if needed on a mission, she'll step in. She still finds it weird (but not unpleasant) that everyone knows her - Quake.

The family of six set up a new afterlife, guiding the transformed into a safer lifestyle, and eventually, allowed back into the world. (Although some choose to stay and be transitioners).

It's funded by Shield - no one but Daisy, Mack and Melinda May (cause she's the bus driver) know exactly where it is to ensure the safety of the inhabitants.

"Every Shield facility has a memorial to the agent's lost in the line of duty."

Among those names are Trip, Rodriguez (the insufferable person from s3), Lincoln Campbell, Kora, and in big bold letters, Director Phillip J Coulson.

(She seriously debated on putting Ward's name down, but Framework!Ward, because she has massive respect for that Ward. She doesn't do it, cause the real Gr*nt Ward is a sonofabitch)

Skye, May and Peggy trained at Shield Academy, oh, my bad, Coulson Academy. Skye goes to the Science Academy, studying computer science and ecology, while May and Peggy go to operations - but May also studies biology.

Lincoln goes to MIT, and studies Brain and Cognitive Sciences as his major, Biomedical Engineering as his minor.

He rooms with Alya, Fitzsimmons daughter, who majors in Electrical Engineering, and minors in Biochemistry.

They all watch Hamilton (2020) religiously, and if you said any line from that show, they'd recite the part perfectly.

Daniel likes to sing as Washington/Hamilton, Daisy: Eliza/King George/Maria. Lincoln is Phillip, Laurens and Lafayette, May is Jefferson/Burr/Mulligan, Peggy is Madison/Peggy and Skye is whoever the fuck she wants to be.

(During "The Schulyer Sisters" Skye is Angelica, May is Eliza, Peggy is Peggy, Lincoln is Burr and Daisy and Daniel are the ensemble)

((Skye, May and Peggy know the dance inside and out))

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Bye Guys 🥺💞❤🍋

(Title from Harry Holland production: Roses For Lily)

#daisy johnson #the man out of time and quake #quake #agents of shield fic #agents of shield #marvel au #au #aos au #agents of shield au #agents of shield spoilers s7 #dont @ me #cheerio instagram prompts

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 4 years

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Timeline for the Empress AU:

-Roger, age 14, meets Brian, age 16 on a diplomatic visit to Ilios

-When Roger is 16, Brian proposes

-A few months later, Harold is assassinated: their wedding is pushed back, Brian has the assassins publicly executed. Roger effectively looks after Brian and Ruth and helps to keep things running

-Brian and Roger are married and, only a week later, they’re officially crowned together in a joint ceremony

-A few months later, Roger finds out he’s pregnant (gives birth to Felicity)

-When Felicity is 2, James is born

-Prince John, age 16, arrives at court to be an Omega-in-waiting and companion to Roger

-Roger and John spend much time together, feelings begin to grow which they both deny. They both spend plenty of time with Brian and Brian develops feelings for John (and vice versa)

-The three of them confess and Brian writes to Queen Lilian Deacon for permission to marry her son

-They’re married shortly after John’s 17th birthday

-About 4 months after James’s 3rd birthday, Lianna is born (Roger is the mother, John is the father)

-Rowan is born a year later (John is the mother, Brian is the father)

-A year later, the Bulsaras write to Brian about accepting Freddie as a courtesan

-Brian, Roger and John are in contact with the Bulsaras for around 2 months before it’s agreed that they’ll come and meet Freddie for themselves. During this time, the boys agree that they won’t be taking Freddie as a courtesan, but they certainly won’t be leaving him with the Bulsaras: instead, they agree among themselves that they’ll marry him instead

-They travel to Xerxes and meet Freddie

-Roughly 6 months later, the four of them are married

-A few months after the wedding, there’s a public assassination attempt; in saving Felicity, Freddie accidentally kick-starts his magic

-Less than a week later, on his 20th birthday, Freddie realises he’s pregnant

-After much investigation (and interrogation/torture of the remaining two assassins) it’s discovered the assassins were sent by King Norman Sheffield

-Brian finally leads a crusade against Sheffield and is away for the entirety of Freddie’s pregnancy

-Sheffield, Foster and their followers are defeated and executed

-Brian takes Abraham, Christian and Eric as wards (and takes Eliza and Leia in as well, albeit under “house arrest” for the time being) and Sheffield’s kingdom is officially taken over by the Ilios Empire

-Brian arrives home and is greeted by his wives, children and the baby Jasmine

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sagiow · 4 years

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Dangerously Close to One Another

Byron Hale had never gone to Sacramento, but Sacramento had gone to him.

Upon finally reaching Drum Barracks, he had struck a fast friendship with his commander, Colonel Lee. With the numerous building projects ongoing at the site, Hale had not resisted name-dropping a certain Cameron Lumber Mill. Shortly thereafter, he had been pleased to hear that this same company had made inquiries as to their needs for lumber and workhands; so Eliza was working her magic there, as well. A woman of many talents, indeed.

There had been one winter meeting in Denver, at the new mill acquired by Mr. Cameron, to show off the various new essences the Colorado locale provided. Miss Cameron had proven the most charming of hostesses. Although their reunion was carried out under the guise of mere acquaintances from a former life, and her attentions shared dutifully between all attendees, she had more than made up for that polite neglect in the night that followed; despite the steady snow that had fallen and the fire eventually dying out, he had never once felt the cold.

Weeks later, they had met once more, at the Easter service at the newly consecrated Trinity Episcopal Cathedral in San José. How no one had stumbled upon them behind the penstemons during the following picnic and egg hunt was truly a miracle.

On the Fourth of July, in the heat of Hell itself, his battalion had marched proudly in San Francisco as she’d watched the parade from the sidewalk, even going as far as waving a Union flag in perhaps reluctant support. That night, at the lavish ball held by the Civil Guard in honor of the Russian Pacific fleet, she had granted him four dances, and one more in the privacy of a darkened parlour.

Between these, they had been numerous letters, the paper burning to be read in his pocket throughout the day: always a surprise and a delight, alternating between polite small talk, scandalous gossip, comical commentary, and sprinkled with plenty of intimate innuendos. From reading her first letter in the mess hall, surrounded by his battalion, he had learned the hard way that she was just as talented in that department with her pen as she was with her person, and that her letters would be best saved for the privacy of his quarters.

For weeks, he had paced, planned, projected this very day, making sure every aspect would be perfect. That morning, he had woken with a flutter in his chest, a spring in his step, a tune on his lips. That afternoon, under a pleasant October sun, at last, there she was, the one handing him, on a velvet cushion, the shears with which he cut the ceremonial ribbon and declared Drum Barracks Hospital open. Her applause and visible pride made him feel to be the luckiest man west of the Mississipi. The King of California.

A tour ensued, of which he was the eager maître d’hôtel. To the many visitors, Hale proudly showed off the spotless wards over the gleaming redwood floors; the apothecary with the fine, hand-worked glass cabinets, full to the brink of all possible tinctures and potions; the lavish staff offices with their mahogany desks and imposing bookcases, of many an erudite tome, and finally, the state-of –the-art operating theater. He took the greatest pleasure in displaying the new surgical tools, the massive table in the center, the mirrored chandelier above and large windows on two sides to ensure constant adequate lighting from the ever reliable California sun.

Once all visitors had admired his new domain, they moved on, spurred by the promise of food and refreshments in the yard, until only Eliza remained. At last, he was free to openly gaze upon her, resplendent in her rose pink dress, or perhaps was it carnation? Or amaranth? A beautiful flower, in any case, touched here and there with dark blue details; the perfect complement to the sea of navy uniforms, and surely much more comfortable under the lingering summer heat than his own heavy wool jacket, now growing increasingly warmer along with the smile she no longer held in check.

“Anywhere else striking your fancy where I may be your humble tour guide, my dear Miss Cameron?” he asked, with an obliging bow of his head. “Perhaps, after the picnic, you might care for a visit of.... the officers’ quarters?”

“Hmmmm… I’ve seen a fair share of those. I wouldn’t mind staying here a little bit longer.” Carefully, she drew undone the perfect bow at her neck, removing her hat.

“Here?” Hale swallowed, taking stock of all these windows, of the hundred guests right outside of them, a mere few feet below.

She nodded, placing the discarded bonnet on a shelf, gliding towards the exit. “That handsome door does lock, doesn’t it? I made special instructions to that effect.” In one fluid, almost silent motion, the door was shut, the deadbolt, drawn, and she turned back to face him, rather pleased. “Fine craftsmanship, indeed; the carpenter shall have a nice bonus this Christmas.”

“It’s all splendid, truly-,” he started to thank her, but she waved him off. One finger at the time, she pulled off her lace gloves, watching him follow each movement as hypnotized.

“I also stipulated for that surgical table to be especially sturdy,” she said. “Let’s see if that request has also been granted, shall we?”

“The table,” he repeated dimly, his throat now incredibly dry, his neck unbelievably tight.

With a final flourish, the last glove came off, and was set down next to the surgical tools. He watched her touch the surgical saw, her fingertips running along the mirrored-finished metal. “You once told me you could remove a limb in under five minutes,” she said lightly, before returning her gaze to him, a challenge if there ever was one. “Let’s see if you can remove a hoopskirt faster.”

That woman will be the death of me.

Read the rest on AO3

Drum Barracks photo from here (yes, that is apparently a camel. I no longer question the absurd when it comes to these two.)

#mercy street pbs #mercy street #Haliza #Mansion House Murder Mystery #backstory #the little crackship that could #eliza foster #byron hale #one WIP less in WIPLand

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sincerely-michael-mell · 5 years

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My Audio List

I have a smaller collection that I thought, but at least I have them...

Beetlejuice

Washington, DC

Date: October 14,2018

Notes: First preview

Dear Evan Hansen

Date: May 13, 2018

Note: Mike's last show

Cast: Ben Platt, Mike Faist, Will Roland

The Prom

Date: 10-24-18

Cast: Caitlin Kinnunen - Emma

Isabelle McCalla - Alyssa

Beth Leavel - Dee Dee Allen

Brooks Ashmanskas - Barry Glickman

Josh Lamon - Sheldon Saperstein

angie Schworer - Angie

Christopher Sieber - Trent Oliver

Coutnay Collins - Mrs. Greene

Michael Potts - Mr.Hawkins

Ensamble - Mary Antonini, Coutney Balan, Jerusha Cavazos, Shelby Finnie, Josh Franklin, Sheldon Henry, Fernell Hogan, Joomin Hwang, Becca Lee, Wayne "Juice" Mackins, Vasthy Mompoint, Anthony Norman, Drew Redington, Teddy Toye, Kalyn West, Brittany Zeinstra

Waitress

Notes: Jessie's final show

Date: 3-24-17

Jessie Mueller (Jenna), Charity Angel Dawson (Becky), Caitlin Houlahan (Dawn), Drew Gehling (Dr. Pomatter), William Popp (Earl), Dakin Matthews (Joe), Joe Cassidy (Cal), Christopher Fitzgerald (Ogie)

Bandstand

Notes: Second preview

Date: 4-1-17

Corey Cott (Donny Novitski), Laura Osnes (Julia Troy), Beth Leavel (Mrs. Adams), Joe Carroll (Johnny Simpson), Brandon James Ellis (Davy Zlatic), Nate Hopkins (Jimmy Campbell), Geoff Packard (Wayne Wright), Joey Pero (Nick Radel)

Be More Chill

Date: Unknown

Dear Evan Hansen

Date: 2-10-19

Cast: Andrew Barth Feldman, Mallory Bechtel, Lisa Brescia, Jennifer Laura Thompson, Alex Boniello, Michael Park, Sky Lakota-Lynch, Samantha Williams

Date: 3-15-18

Taylor Trensch, Alex Boniello, Lisa Brescia, Jennifer Laura Thompson, Michael Park, Sky Lakota-Lynch

Hamilton Chicago

Date: 10-12-16

Cast: Miguel Cervantes (Alexander Hamilton), Ari Afsar (Eliza Hamilton), Joshua Henry (Aaron Burr), Karen Olivo (Angelica Schuyler), Jonathan Kirkland (George Washington), Chris De’Sean Lee (Marquis de Lafayette/Thomas Jefferson), Wallace Smith (Hercules Mulligan/James Madison), José Ramos (John Laurens/Philip Hamilton), Samantha Marie Ware (Peggy Schuyler/Maria Reynolds), Alexander Gemignani (King George III), Jin Ha (Philip Schuyler/James Reynolds/Doctor), José Amor (Samuel Seabury), John Michael Fiumara (Charles Lee), Remmie Bourgeois (George Eacker), José Amor, Amber Ardolino, Remmie Bourgeois, Chloë Campbell, Carl Clemons-Hopkins, John Michael Fiumara, Jin Ha, Holly James, Dashí Mitchell, Justice Moore, Emmy Raver-Lampman (Ensemble)

Date: 10-5-16

Falsettos

Date 1-8-17 (Closing Night)

Cast: Christian Borle (Marvin), Stephanie J. Block (Trina), Andrew Rannells (Whizzer), Brandon Uranowitz (Mendel), Tracie Thoms (Dr. Charlotte), Betsy Wolfe (Cordelia), Anthony Rosenthal (Jason)

Pretty Woman

Notes: Second preview

Date: 3-14-18

Samantha Barks (Vivian), Steve Kazee (Edward), Orfeh (Kit De Luca), Jason Danieley (Philip), Eric Anderson (Mr. Thompson), Kingsley Leggs (James)

The Lion King

Date: 6-8-13

Andile Gumbi (Simba), Jaden Jordan (Young Simba), Derek Smith (Scar), Alton Fitzgerald White (Mufasa), Buyi Zama (Rafiki), Chantal Riley (Nala), Teshi Thomas (Young Nala), Jeff Binder (Timon), Ben Jeffrey (Pumbaa), Fred Berman (Zazau), James Brown-Orleans (Bonzai), Bonita J. Hamilton (Shenzi), Enrique Segura (Ed), Derrick Davis, Lindiwe Dlamini, Bongi Duma, Joel Karie, Ron Kunene, Sheryl McCallum, S'bu Ngema, Nteliseng Nkhela, Sindisiwe Nxumalo, Chondra La-Tease Profit, Vusi Sondiyazi, L. Steven Taylor, Rema Webb (Ensemble Singers), Lawrence Alexander, Lamar Baylor, Gabriel Croom, Charity de Loera, Christopher Freeman, Lisa Lewis,

Jaysin McCollum, Ray Mercer, Bravita Threatt, Natalie Turner (u/s Fireflies specialist), Donna Michelle Vaughn, Camille Workman (Ensemble Dancers)

Frozen

Date: 2-22-18

Cast: Caissie Levy (Elsa), Patti Murin (Anna), Jelani Alladin (Kristoff), Greg Hildreth (Olaf), John Riddle (Hans), Robert Creighton (Duke of Weselton), Kevin Del Aguila(Oaken), Timothy Hughes (Pabbie), Andrew Pirozzi (Sven), Mattea Conforti (Young Anna), Brooklyn Nelson (Young Elsa), Tracee Brazer, Wendi Bergamini, Ashley Blanchet, James Brown III (King Agnarr), Claire Camp, Lauren Nicole Chapman, Jeremy Davis, Kali Grinder, Zach Hess, Donald Jones JR. Nina Lafarga, Ross Lekites, Austin Lesch, Synthia Link, Adam Perry, Olivia Phillip (Bulda), Noah J. Ricketts, Ann Sanders (Queen Iduna), Jacob Smith, Nicholas Ward

Ben Platt (Boston)

(Concert)

Date: May 9, 2019

#bootleg #Bootleg List #Trading List #broadway bootlegs

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