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I Can See You | Part One
18+ Aaron Hotchner x Reader | Part Two
Summary: Entering a secret relationship with her boss is something she always imagined, but never something she thought could happen.
Warnings: age gap, boss/subordinate relationship, secret relationship, sneaking around, office sex - Oral (fem receiving), canon typical violence (case mentioning rape and murder) mentions of Foyet, Aarons scars and Haley. Food mention, Smut - oral (mostly male receiving, light female receiving) unprotected p in v, creampies.
Word Count: 10.7k
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
When she joined the FBI and applied to the behavioural analysis unit, she thought her mind would be plagued with unsubs and victims and heartbreak. She was so sure that seeing horrific images and knowing disgusting details would haunt her in her sleep and eclipse her daydreams. And sure, they do bother her, it is hard to stomach sometimes… but there were upsides to this job. Very handsome, very muscular and very delicious, upsides.
She works in the bullpen, she doesn’t see much action, she just files a bunch of reports. She talks to leads on the phone, she consults on cases that VICAP has marked as ones to watch and once a week she brings a couple boxes worth of files up to her boss to give him a rundown on what’s going on. A lot of this Job used to be JJ’s, back when she was the Media Liaison but now that she’s an SSA, keeping track of requests of assistance from police precincts across the United States has fallen onto her plate.
Talking to Agent Hotchner once a week was both a blessing and a curse. She had her meetings with him Fridays at 4:30PM unless he was away on a case, then it was bumped to the morning after he returned at 8AM. That’s what she has to do this morning. All last week they were in Ohio, they returned around midday on Saturday, had the rest of the weekend off and were scheduled to meet at the round table Monday at 10.
She wakes up extra early, she has the longest shower of her life so she can wash her hair and shave everything. Then she puts on her makeup and does her hair all nice and she picks an outfit that was equally pretty and professional. It’s exhausting, but she’d do absolutely anything to look good for her boss. Even if it’s wrong and she knows nothing will happen, a girl can dream.
And she does dream about him. All the time, both awake and asleep. She imagines him walking past her in the hallway, their knuckles brushing ever so lightly because he’d do anything just for the chance to touch her. She imagines him calling her up to his office but instead of asking her to take a seat in the chairs in front of his desk, he sits her on the desk itself, legs open just wide enough for him to stand between them and look down at her. He’d run his finger along her jaw, to her chin so he can force her to look up at him. He’d talk to her in a mere whisper, asking if she’s been good, if she’s done all her work and if she deserves a reward… she gets lost in her daydreams at her desk and before she knows it, he’s standing at the railing in front of his office, calling her name.
“Are you coming?”
“Yes sir,” she rushes to her feet, soothes out her dress and grabs her things. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright,” he truly doesn’t mind. He lets her enter his office first, he follows and shuts the door behind himself. “It’s early on a Monday, I’m sure you had fun this weekend?”
“Not really,” she shakes her head and then swallows sharply. “I uh, I have the reports ready for you, I was expecting to do them Friday, I can’t believe that last case went on 6 days.”
“It was a tough one,” Hotch agrees, making his way back over to his desk and taking a seat.
She follows his lead, taking a seat in front of his desk in one of the nice upholstered chairs. She crosses her ankles and sits as straight as she can, her breathing is rigid and she feels so awkward around him all the time. He’s too handsome for a job like this.
“Are you okay?” He asks, knowing by her body language that something is up.
She nods, furrowing her brow, she just keeps nodding, unable to find the words. “Yeah. Yeah, no I’m fine. Sorry. I don’t know why I always do this with you.”
He smirks, leans back in his chair and tries his hardest not to laugh. He’s too good at his job not to know. “I thought you wanted to be a profiler?”
“Okay,” she nervously pushes that comment to the side and cracks open her file. “I’ve gone through all the cases, I assigned the non-urgent ones to our bullpen agents and then I listed the ones you guys should look into by importance. At the top of the list we have what I think is a family annihilator in Utah who has gotten two families so far in the last 3 weeks. There’s a serial killer in Boston, he killed a man on the 4th of May and then again on the 7th of June. I don't suspect he’ll move to 3 until July, but we never know, he could speed up the process. And then there’s a string of rapes at the colleges in California: CalTech, Berkley, Stanford, Cal-State, but the last vic was murdered in her dorm room in Irvine. I’m not sure if it’s because she saw him this time or if he’s just getting braver.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Well, the 4 girls who have come forward so far say he was in a ski mask, so either she saw him this time and he didn’t want her to tell the sketch artist or he just wanted to move to murder. Either way, she’s dead and now that he’s killed he might not be able to stop.”
“Okay. We’ll brief the family annihilator to the team at 10 but if you hear anything more about this college rapest, you call me,” Hotch says as he goes to stand up. He moves around the desk and takes a seat on the corner. “What can you tell me about our next case?”
She sighs, “Not much. First, he killed a mother and her 3 daughters were killed, no sexual assault on any of them but there was semen found at the scene so he clearly got off on what he did… I had it ran through CODIS and we didn’t get any matches so he hasn’t been arrested for prior offences. In the second family there was no DNA on the scene but again, he killed another single mother and her son and daughter this time.”
“Okay. Any connection between the moms?”
She shakes her head, “Not that I could find. I did however notice that the one daughter from the first murder has a cousin on her dad's side and he played t-ball with the son from the second murder. I don’t have anything else. I’m sure Garcia will be able to get deeper than I can.”
“You’ve done a wonderful job,” he compliments. “You’ve been a great asset to the whole floor, we haven’t been this organized since 2009.”
Her body heats up with the smallest of compliments, overjoyed with praise, she smirks and fidgets in her seat. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You don’t have to call me Sir all the time,” he assures her. “Unless you like it.”
Her eyes widen, she’s so sure this is another one of her daydreams. “Excuse me?”
“I see the way you look at me, I’m not oblivious.”
“Sir, I-I-I-” she says it again, going to defend herself but she doesn’t know what else to say.
“You want me.”
She’s quick to stand up, “I don’t know what’s happening here so I’m going to go.”
“Wait,” he stalls her. “Please, I didn’t mean to upset you, I just… I’ve noticed how you always dress the nicest on the days we meet and you wear this perfume that I know is well above your pay grade. You get nervous, your brow sweats and your breathing changes. Those are all the telltale signs of a crush. I’m just less obvious in the way I feel about you.”
“I’m almost positive I’m dreaming right now,” she jokes, unable to believe this is happening.
“You’re not,” he reaches out for her hand and draws her in closer. From where he’s sitting on the desk, he’s just her height now.
She stares into his deep brown eyes and swoons. “Hotch…”
“I want to see where this could go,” he whispers. “We could keep it just between us, no one has to know. I won’t treat you any differently, I promise."
She quickly leans in, taking her chance to kiss him. Their lips touch, his hand comes up to cup her cheek and she can’t help herself from holding his sides, inside his suit jacket. She melts into him. This is everything she’s ever wanted and more. When she pulls back, she stares at him again, “where did this come from?”
“I really don’t know,” he admits. “I’m always excited to meet with you no matter how terrible the cases are, I enjoy getting to see you in the halls and I smile when you text me. I think you’re wonderful.”
“Are you sure you just haven’t been single too long,” she teases. “I hear them talk. You dated a woman named Beth, 3 years ago and haven’t even hinted about going on a date since… are you sure you’re not just lonely?”
“I’m sure,” he nods. “I like you but I don’t want this to ruin how we get our jobs done.”
“It won’t,” she’s quick to assure him. “I can keep a secret. I can do my job and I can meet you where ever you want for whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want, huh?” He teases, brushing her hair behind her ear.
She nods again, more eagerly this time. “Anything, sir.”
He hums, “I do like the sound of that.”
“I knew you would, that’s why I keep saying it,” she teases him right back. “I told you I wanted to be a profiler.”
“So that’s all it takes, huh? I tell you I like you and suddenly you’re comfortable around me?”
“Mhm,” she nods, biting back a smile. “I was afraid of embarrassing myself before… I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do when I have to brief the team on the new case in an hour.”
“Just pretend this was another one of your daydreams, I know you can behave yourself for me, can’t you?”
She nods again, “I’ll be the most professional girl in the world for you.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he coos. “And maybe when I get home I can give you a reward.”
She tries so hard not to moan then and there, “Sounds good, sir.”
His thumb brushes over her cheekbone, and he tilts his head to the side slightly. She’s never noticed how long his lashes are, but she’s noticing now that he’s staring at her with the biggest puppy dog eyes, “tell me now if you’re 100% sure about this, if you’re not, if this isn’t something you want to do I can back off and I’ll never mention it again. I came on a little too strong, but I’ve been thinking about being with you for a while now. I don’t want you to only say yes because I’m your boss.”
“Aaron,” she uses his real name so that he knows just how serious she is. “I would love nothing more than to sneak around and be with you at work and maybe have some dates outside of work and to be yours. Even if it’s just something casual and fun and for a little bit of time until you tire of me—
“I won’t,” he cuts her off.
“Either way, I want this,” she says quite firmly. “I want you.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah, god I can’t even tell you how badly I’ve wished this would happen, I can’t believe it is happening,” she admits, the words just falling from her lips.
“Well, it is,” he smirks.
“Can I kiss you again?”
He nods, pulling her in closer once more, pressing his lips to hers gently at first. She wraps her arms around his back, feeling how warm he is under his jacket and how muscley his back is. The kiss heats up a bit, his hand slips around to the nape of her neck and his other hand rests on her lower back. She can tell he wants to go lower, to cup her ass and pull her flush against him. But he doesn’t, he’s got a semblance of control left as his tongue explores hers for the first time.
Months and months of dressing up and looking pretty for him, making sure her work was done perfectly and being as nice as humanly possible to him paid off. It paid off so well. Kissing him like this in his office with the blinds closed was better than winning the lottery, honestly. Having his hands on her, his tongue in her mouth, knowing there would be a lot more where this came from… she felt like the luckiest woman in the world.
And this was just the beginning.
—
She went from dressing up once a week to wearing her prettiest outfits every day. She had no idea what days he’d be in the office, she didn’t know how fast they were going to go with this thing they’ve started. She’s never done this before. Sure, she’s had plenty of boyfriends but she’s never had a casual and secret relationship with her boss… she’s seen it in movies, she’s read about it in books, but in practice? She has no idea what to expect.
Needless to say, she’s been wearing lots of skirts and pretty blouses, she went home that night he came on to her and searched her underwear drawers for her nicest lingerie… but she hated everything she owned. So, she went shopping. She even went as fast as explaining her situation to the sales lady so she could help her out.
“Is this for a date or an anniversary?” She asked, simply wanting to help.
“Uh…” she struggles to find an answer for her. So she just tells her the truth. “My boss admitted he thinks I’m beautiful and wants to start a casual thing and so I want to be prepared if anything… sexy happens in the office.”
“Oh,” she’s surprised by that but by the look on her face, she’s excited for her. “Is he older?”
She nods, “Yeah he’s in his 50s but he’s very handsome you’d have no idea how old he is unless he told you… and we work in a serious field, so like, I have to wear very professional clothes but I want pretty underwear under my suits in case something happens.”
“And do you have a budget?”
“I don’t want to spend more than like 2, 3 hundred,” she confirms. “Can you help me?”
“Gladly,” she smiles, dragging Y/N through the store and tossing her pair after pair of bras and panties as well as lace body suits, garter belts and thigh-high stockings. She has so many things by the time she gets to the dressing room, she’s so overwhelmed but the lady knew exactly what she was doing.
Trying them on, she’s never felt so hot in her whole life. She has no shame opening the curtain and showing the sales assistant, who tightens straps and re-situates her boobs in the bras. “You look hot… hot enough for an affair with your boss.”
“Oh, he’s not married,” she corrects her. “He got divorced in 2007… he’s been single for years, he said he’s never had the confidence to hit on an employee before but apparently because I’m so obvious with my crush on him, he’s confident enough to start something.”
“Mhm, they all say that,” she’s hesitant to believe it.
“No, I think he’s being serious, I mean, in our job its kinda hard to lie to each other—
“What do you do?”
“I consult on criminal cases,” she simplifies it so she doesn’t know she’s an FBI agent.
“Oh, oooh,” she’s really surprised. “Do you have darker dress shirts that these pieces won’t be seen underneath?”
“Yeah, I have a lot of darker blouses and dresses, I mostly wear black and grey,” she shares. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she turns to the side, admiring herself. “I love this.”
“You’ve looked amazing in everything.”
“I’ll take them all,” she gives in, not caring how much she’s about to spend if the end result is Aaron Hotchner being unable to resist her. She wants to render him speechless, have him wanting to rip everything off her and even put on a little show when she eventually has to redress.
This was going to be fun.
—
He texts her work phone in the middle of the night on Thursday.
“We finished the case. Can you meet with me in the morning to talk about California?”
She sees it when she wakes up. Anxiety bubbles in her stomach, seeing him again was going to be interesting. She has just enough time to shower, moisturize, do her makeup, and get all dressed up in a new lingerie set and thigh-high stockings and slips a dress over top. She goes over the case on her subway ride into Quantico and she sits in his office promptly at 8am, before Hotch even arrives.
When he gets in she knows it because the bullpen goes quiet. The morning mingling dies down as he climbs the few sets leading to his office and then picks up again once his door is shut. He drops his suitcase on the couch by his filing cabinet, shakes off his coat and starts unbuttoning his cuffs to push his sleeves up his forearms. “Good morning.”
“Morning… how are you?”
“Tired,” he admits, already reaching for the blinds to twist them closed. “How are you?”
“I’m okay,” she says, hoping he believes her. “I don’t really have any updates on the case in California, we haven’t had any more college campus rapes or murders, he normally takes a week or 2 off between victims.”
“You know that’s not why I invited you in here,” he teases, already at the last blind. Once he’s done he turns to her, “Come here.”
She puts the file down on the other chair and stands carefully, making sure her dress is still neatly laying against her body. “I know… I just, I don’t know what to expect from you anymore, that’s all.”
He places his hands on her shoulders and soothes down her arms, holding her by her elbows and staring into her eyes, “I want to see you when I get back from my cases, that’s all.”
“It’s too bad I can’t come with you,” she teases with a smile. “I’d be able to keep you company and help you destress.”
He laughs, “Everyone would catch on to us if we did that.”
“I know,” she sighs. A girl can dream, though. “Was it a hard case?”
He shakes his head, “Not necessarily.”
“That’s good, at least,” she tries so hard to keep the conversation going but she doesn’t know what else to say other than asking him questions.
“Have any other cases popped up that you think we should look into?” He asks.
She shakes her head, “it’s been a pretty tame week, I’ve referred a couple cases to agents around the office and they’re all handling them well. I’ve had a few phone calls from different precincts asking for advice so I helped where I could and sent them up the chain of command where I couldn't. Nothing to worry about.”
“You take such good care of this place while I’m away,” he compliments, his hands now on her waist, travelling lower. “do you remember what I said on Monday?”
She nods, “that I’d be rewarded for my good work… but I have a question.”
“Okay?” He smirks, amused.
“What happens if I do a terrible job?”
“Oh,” he wasn’t expecting that. “Well, then you’d be punished.”
She hums, thinking about it. “Good to know.”
“Is that something you’d want?”
She shrugs, “I’m not sure, I haven’t seen what it’s like to be rewarded for my good behaviour yet, sir.”
“You’re a bit of a brat, aren’t you?”
“Mhm,” she has no shame in it. “I have no idea what to expect with all of this, I might as well have some fun while it lasts.”
“Do you want to discuss expectations and limits, would that ease your mind?”
She nods, “very much so.”
“You’re allowed to say no, encouraged to, even. This isn’t all about me. Yes, I want you, yes I’d love to take you right here on my desk but I care about you feeling safe and secure. If you rather only mess around at hotels or your apartment, I’m okay with that, too. On nights my son is with his aunt or a friend, you can come to my house, if he’s home I can’t do anything with you. Unless, maybe on the phone but even then, I have to be quiet.”
“That’s understandable.”
“What we do together should be fun,” he reminds her. “A lot of this job isn’t. If you need to destress, I’m willing to take whichever role you need from me—
“Aaron Hotchner’s a switch?” She can’t help cutting him off, she’s too surprised.
He nods. “Giving my power away is sometimes the best way for me to feel normal and okay again.”
She’s quick to touch his face, dragging her hands down his neck and resting them on his chest, she stares between his lips and his eyes repeatedly. “You let me know when you need that, I want to be just as accommodating to you as you want to be for me.”
“Thank you,” he says, leaning in to share a sweet kiss with her, he rests his forehead on hers. “I’ve always known you’d be special to me, I just didn’t know to what extent we’d take this, if ever.”
She smiles, “I wished something would happen so often that it finally did.”
He pulls her in even closer so their bodies are flush together, “tell me… how should I reward you?”
“Do I have options, sir?”
He groans, knowing just how fun this is going to be for him. “You could pleasure me, I could pleasure you… what do you consider a reward?”
“You’re gonna make me say it?” She suddenly feels bashful, shy even.
He nods, “I need to know, pretty girl, what do you consider a reward?”
“Anything you’re willing to give me, sir.”
He backs away from her then, “On the desk,” he orders.
She walks around him, pushes his laptop and files further up the cherry wood and sits on the edge of his desk, awaiting further instruction. He moves back to the door, locking it as quietly as humanly possible, so as not to alert anyone outside. When he returns to her, he places his hands on her knees, tracing along her inner thighs to get her to spread her legs just enough for him to stand between them. His fingers reach the lace at the top of her stockings and he smirks, “Are you wearing a garter belt?”
“You tell me,” she teases.
He pushes the hem of her dress up, and she leans to each side allowing him to push the dress all the way up to her hips so he can see the black little number she put on just for him. “Well, aren’t you pretty.”
“You like, sir?”
He looks at her with so much hunger in his eyes, he takes a seat in his chair and takes a better look between her legs. He reaches under his seat, dropping it as low as it can go until he’s at eye level with her pussy, he traces his fingers along the inside of her thighs and then hooks his arms around them, hauling her to the very edge of the desk. He kisses from her right knee all the way down to the seam of her panties, over her underwear and up to her left knee. “Is this what you wanted?”
She nods, “Please?”
“please what?”
“Please, sir.”
He hums against her, loops his finger under her panties and pulls them to the side. He kisses her bare pussy first before spreading her lips with his fingers and licks at her. She tosses her head back, holding in a moan but fuck, it feels so good.
“Can I— oh my god, can I touch, can I—
“Spit it out,” he looks up at her, brow raised, wondering what she wants.
“Your hair, can I grip your hair or will I mess it up for the rest of the day?”
“I don’t care how my hair looks,” he laughs. “Do your worst.”
As soon as he returns, she wastes no time running her fingers through his hair. His tongue flicks back and forth on her clit impossibly fast, then he drags his tongue along her folds as if he was making out with her cunt. It felt way too good for her to be this quiet but with the number of people just past the glass windows of his office, she had no other choice.
She makes little gasps and sighs, she grips his hair tighter and grinds against his face, enjoying her reward to the fullest. She was going to be the best damn Media Liaison the team had ever fucking seen if this is what she gets out of it. She could feel the electricity coursing through her veins, she was becoming addicted to each and every motion he made with his tongue and then he added a finger.
She stared at his hands long enough, imagined in a hundred different ways how good it would feel to ride them, suck on them, interlock their hands while he held them over her head and fucked her 6 ways to Sunday.
This was more than she ever imagined.
He knows exactly what he’s doing either through previous practice or a natural-born talent, either way, she’s right on the edge of orgasm with the curl of his middle finger. She starts to squeeze her legs closed when she gets close, his free hand comes up to grip her thigh in an attempt to push them open again. He looks up at her through his lashes, watching her reach her peak.
Her breathing picks up right then, she’s so careful not to be loud but god, she wants to scream it feels so good. It comes rushing over her all at once, he keeps going as she rides it out and then it all feels like too much. She grips his hair tighter and pulls him back, “holy fuck?” She pants.
He smirks. “You’re so pretty when you cum,” he teases, retracting his finger from inside her, he places it inside his mouth and sucks her juices off with a groan. “Taste good too, sweet thing.”
“Thank you,” she manages to say while still catching her breath. Her head spinning, and her legs feel wobbly, too.
He moves her panties back over her, making sure she’s just as put together now as she was when she arrived. “Now you know what I mean by rewarding your good behaviour.”
Her hand is still in his hair, she moves to cup his cheek instead, “Yes, sir, I’m going to be so good for you.”
“I don’t doubt it,” he says, slowly standing. That’s when she notices how hard he is. Her hand trails down his chest, towards his belt, “you don’t have to deal with that.”
“I want to,” she practically begs with her eyes. “How can I help?”
“If I cum now I’m going to be useless for the rest of the day,” he admits, “we can handle it later.”
“Okay,” she doesn’t push, respecting his boundary. “You call me in here when you need me.”
“I will… now if anyone asks, you filed something wrong and I gave you trouble for it, that’s what you say if they ask,” he orders, having thought of everything.
She nods, agreeing with the story. He backs up a bit, giving her the room to hop off his desk and stand again. She doesn’t feel totally secure on her feet yet but luckily her desk wasn’t too far away. He cups her cheek and quickly pulls her in for a kiss, she can taste herself on his tongue. It gets hot and heavy quite quick, she pulls him flush against herself and he absentmindedly grinds against her before he pulls back, he can’t go any further right now.
He sighs, resting his forehead against hers, “I want to, believe me, but I can’t. We’ll figure out a way to get together later, I promise.”
“Alright,” she believes him. “I should get back to my desk now.”
He nods and lets her slip past him. She gives him the smallest smile before opening the door and heading out of the room. Back to her desk, she goes.
—
Back at her desk now, she works on her files and answers the phone a million times while the main team drinks coffee and jokes around with each other. Hotch has a few more visitors to his office, he keeps the door open the whole time and he stares at her through his now-opened blinds. She feels like she’s on fire every time she catches his glances, she always catches them too, like now that they’ve hooked up she has a stronger radar and can tell exactly when he’s looking.
She wanders over to the little kitchenette, makes herself a coffee and is about to head back to her desk when Anderson pops up with a shit-eating grin, blocking her way out.
“What was with you being in there for an hour with the blinds closed?”Anderson asks in a whisper.
“Oh, I filed something wrong and he’s not having a good day so he went off on me,” she lies, pretty convincingly. “I might have to stay back and refile a few things tonight.”
“Boo,” Anderson sulks, “I was going to see if you wanted to come out with the office gang?”
She sighs, she would really love to but she can’t. Not if Hotch is home. “I’d really love to, but I can’t. Maybe sometime this weekend?”
“Yeah, I’ll text you,” he agrees, backing up and out of her way, about to skip away. “Have fun with your files.”
“You know I won’t,” she cheerfully calls back to him.
Just as she arrives back at her desk, Hotch comes out of his office, file in hand, and walks down the steps towards her. He drops the file on her desk, “can you go over this one again, please?”
“Absolutely, sir,” she nods, giving him a small smile. “Sorry again for messing them up, I don’t know what was going through my head this week.”
“It’s fine, just don’t let it happen again,” he orders, playing the role perfectly.
She swallows sharply, nodding along, “It won’t.”
He walks past her, on his way over to make a coffee for himself. She opens the file and there’s a blue sticky note stuck to the inside of the file. “Meet me tonight” and the address to a hotel, room number and instructions to check in under the name “Lewis”
She’s quick to take it out of the file, fold it up and tuck it into her bra for safekeeping.
—
She stays late that night, she doesn’t leave the office until 7:30 when she sees Hotch through his office window, putting his suit jacket back on. She grabs her purse, her phone and her badge and she heads out first, knowing she won’t beat him there.
She takes a taxi to the hotel, makes her way to the front desk and asks, “I’m checking in, the name on the account is Lewis? Should be a queen or king bed, my partner might’ve already checked in as well?”
“Yes, Mrs. Lewis, he has… you’re in room 902, penthouse,” the concierge confirms. She runs the plastic key through the reader, activating it and then hands it to her. “Have a good evening.”
“Thank you, you too,” she can’t help but smile.
She heads up the elevator to the top floor, gobsmacked that this is really happening. He booked the best room in the hotel for them just to fuck… she was sure she’s just been in one long dream where everything good happens to her.
When the elevator doors open, Aaron is down the hall from her, leaning against the doorframe. “You made it.”
She laughs, shaking her head with a smile, she’s so overwhelmed with feelings for him. She quickly walks to him, watches him stand up straight and engulf her in his arms before bringing her in for a heated kiss. He wastes no time now that they’re free from the confines of the FBI, he pushes her up against the door, trails kisses down the side of her neck and lightly sucks at the pulse point, making her moan.
She has the room key in her hand still, she reaches back and slams it against the card reader and he quickly pushes the door open. Walking backwards is tough, but he gets her into the room, she throws her purse to the side and then it’s her turn to push him against the door and kiss his neck. She pushes his suit jacket off his shoulders and he lets it fall to the floor, she starts unbuttoning his shirt and he unzips her dress all the way.
She’s able to undo all the buttons and tug his shirt out of his pants, “What are you going to do to me tonight?” She teases, running her hands down his bare chest, towards his belt.
“Ruin you,” he growls, his voice so low and dark it makes her whole body tingle. “Make it so you can’t even touch yourself without thinking of me.”
“You accomplished that a long time ago,” she admits, taking a step back from him, he attempts to pull her back in but she pushes back. She needs the space to let her dress drop to the floor. She steps out of it and kicks it to the side, now she’s just in her new lingerie and her heels.
He pulls his arms out of his shirt, tossing it to the floor too. She steps back in closer, unfastening his belt and working on his zipper. “I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve wished this would happen, Sir.”
“You can call me Aaron, you know?”
She looks up at him and lightly tips her head to the side, “You don’t really want that, do you, Sir?”
“You’re a mouthy little thing,” He teases before he reaches out for her and tosses her over his shoulder, making her squeal in surprise. He smacks her ass lightly before walking her into the room and throwing her down on the bed.
She has a chance to look around the room to see just how big and cool it is. She’s never been in a penthouse suite before… he’s clearly already been in the room seeing as the lights are dimmed and the fireplace is on and there’s a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket on the ottoman at the foot of the bed. “Holy shit?”
“What? Can’t I treat my best girl to a good view?”
She looks back at him, watching him kick out of his shoe and slip his dress pants all the way down. She sucks in a shaky breath and her mouth opens to speak but words escape her. He’s the view. He has the softest sprinting of chest hair, he’s muscled but he also has a bit of a tummy cause he eats mostly fast food when on a case and spends a lot of his time in the air or in a car. He doesn’t work out as much as he wants to, but that didn’t matter because his arms are still jacked and his thighs are thick… he looks delicious.
She gets to her knees and kneels on the edge of the bed, pulling him closer she runs her hands down his chest, avoiding eye contact while she takes him all in. He has scars littered around his chest down to his underwear line and it breaks her heart a little. She knew the story. Everyone knew it. He was attacked by The Reaper in 2009, just months before his ex-wife was murdered and he then killed the guy with his own bare hands… she sighs, looking up into his eyes, “You’re so handsome, you know that, right?”
He gives her a little smile. “Thank you.”
“I mean it,” she cups his face gently with one hand. “Is this why you haven’t dated?”
He nods, “Explaining it to Beth was really hard… I kept my shirt on most of the time.”
“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” she says. Not because she already knows but because it doesn’t affect anything between them, going forward.
He leans in and kisses her again, helping her lay back against the bed he crawls between her legs and lightly rests his chest against hers. She instantly loves this. Feeling him everywhere, his tongue on hers, his big hand cradling her head and the pressure of his body pressed against her own. She wraps her legs around him, holding him there and he grinds down on her. She always thought he’d be well endowed and from the feeling of his budge against her, she knew she was right. She runs her hands over his shoulders, gripping at his skin, she traces her nails down his back.
He nips at her lip, pulling gently and then he places his hand beside her head, pushing himself up so he hovers over her. “Are you on any kind of birth control?”
“Uh, yeah… what time is it?” She asks, turning her head to see his Rolex on his wrist. It’s almost 8:30 now. “I need to take it in half an hour actually.”
“You can take it earlier, it doesn’t affect you if you’re within 5 hours before or after but it’s better to do it before,” he explains as he pulls away from her.
“Okay, I didn’t realize I was hooking up with Reid,” she teases. “Can you get me my purse?”
“I can,” he gets off the bed and retrieves her purse from where it was flung by the door. Before he brings it over to her he stops by the mini bar and grabs her a tiny bottle of water.
He hands her the purse and watches her dig out the little blister pack, she pops out a tiny red-ish pill and he cracks open the bottle of water for her. “Thank you,” she gives him a little smile before she takes it. She swallows it down and then hands him back the bottle. “I also haven’t had sex in a while, so, if you don’t want to use a condom I’m completely safe and very willing.”
He moves her purse back to the floor with a smirk, “very willing…” he teases her. “You keep mentioning all these dreams you had about me, are you ever going to tell me one so I can make it come true.”
“You already did this morning,” she smiles, pulling him back onto the bed so they’re both kneeling, facing each other. She wraps her arms loosely around his neck, resting her forearms on his shoulders and she sighs. “All I wanted was you.”
he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her in as close as possible. “Now you have me,” he leans in and kisses her lips, her nose and then her forehead. “All of me.”
“Show me,” she whispers, “give it all to me.”
He lays her back down against the bed and starts to kiss down her neck to her chest, he nibbles at her skin, sucking gently so he doesn’t leave any marks but he really wants to. He wants everyone to see it and know she’s taken. He keeps kissing lower and lower until he’s at her stomach. He finally takes a moment to look at her lingerie and smirk. “This is very pretty, by the way.”
“I got it for you,” she admits.
“I don't want you spending money for me,” he says, disappointed.
“It was more for me. I want to look nice and I didn’t feel pretty in anything I already owned. Sue me,” she retorts.
He just shakes his head, she was too mouthy for her own good. Kneeling between her legs he reaches for the clips on her garter belt and releases her stockings. He tosses her heels to the floor and then slowly, he lifts her leg and starts to slide the nylon sock all the way off. Replacing where it once lay with more kisses, down to her knee and then he lets her leg fall back to the mattress to repeat his actions with the other.
She loves watching him like this, he treats her body like it’s the most delicate thing in the world. He worships her. Kneeling between her legs like she’s the alter and he’s trying to find faith, she is his new religion but his touch is heaven.
He pulls her panties all the way off, her garter says around her waist and he reaches behind her back to undo her bra. He peels it off of her and flings all 4 items to the floor then returns to her, he hovers there for a moment and then leans in to lick at her nipple, making her gasp. He sucks it into his mouth, palming the other with his huge hand, she thought she had pretty decently sized boobs until she saw how big his hands still looked on them. She moans when he sucks on the nipple and then lets it go, he gently blows over it, making her shiver to her core.
“Do you want me to go down on you again or just get right to it?”
“Fuck, don’t make me choose?” She looks at him like he’s crazy. “I mean, if I really got a choice I’d be going down on you to make up for this morning.”
He laughs, “You want my cock that bad?”
She nods, “dreamed about it, actually.” Remembering how he asked to know more about these dreams of hers, she decides to tell him. “I want to spend an afternoon under your desk with your cock down my throat. I want you to answer the phone and try and keep your composure, I want Anderson to come in and ask if you’ve seen me and watch you try and tell him no when I’m right in front of you, about to make you cum again. Maybe even rub my dumb little cunt on your shoe, polish the leather with my damp panties, and if I’m lucky, have a few orgasms myself while I cockwarm you.”
He can’t believe all that just came out of her mouth. He simply wraps his arms around her and rolls them over so she’s now on top, “do whatever you want to me.”
She kisses him deeply, feeling down his chest to his boxers, she grips his cock through the fabric and starts to stroke him gently. She kisses his neck and down his chest, paying a loving amount of attention to his scars on her way down. She takes a deep breath before she pulls his boxers down and frees him finally, watching how his erection stands tall and smacks against his stomach, he’s so much bigger than she imagined.
She kisses both of his hip bones and the tip of his cock before licking it from base to tip. Staring him in his glossy eyes the whole time. “This is my specialty,” she teases before taking his cock down her throat in one go and making him reach out and grip her hair a bit too tight, but it felt good.
She hollowed out her cheeks as she sucked back up to the tip, leaving her lips together and gliding them down to the base and licking back up to start it all over again. Swirling her tongue at random times and flicking his slit to really drive him crazy.
“Sweet fucking Christ,” Aaron groans, trying his hardest to stay moderately quiet, but almost failing miserably when the tip hit the back of her throat.
She gags only a little, her eyes water and she tries her best to breathe through her nose. Whatever doesn’t fit in her mouth, she jerks off to the best of her ability but he’s so thick even her hand doesn’t quite wrap around him completely.
“Baby, baby,” he rushes out, getting her to pull off. “I’m too close.”
With her lips swollen and spit dripping down her chin she looks at him, confused, “Do you not want me to swallow?”
“No, no, I mean, yeah, sometime in the future, but I’m not a spring chicken, I’m not going to be able to fuck you if I finish now,” he explains.
She pouts but she understands, “You wanna fuck me that bad?”
He manages to laugh, “Yeah, I do.” He sits up, resting on his one forearm, he reaches out and cups her cheek, “Like you, I’ve been thinking about this for a while.”
She hums, straddles his hips and pulls him up to a sitting position. Chest to chest again, she runs her fingers through his hair and lightly kisses him once, twice, and a third time. “I want you to show me.”
“Lay back against the pillow,” he orders and she’s quick to listen. She lays on the bed the correct way, resting her head on the soft feather pillow. She watches him push his boxers all the way off and then spreads her legs wide enough for him to once again kneel between them. He rubs his thumb over her clit, noticing how wet she is from a bit of kissing and sucking his dick. “Let me just—“ he says as he leans down and has a little taste.
He sucks on her clit and lets it go with a pop, then he kisses back up her body, slowly pressing himself against her. He grinds against her, wraps his arms around her and cradles her there. He buries his face in her neck, kissing her as his cock rubs against her pussy this time. She reaches between them, helping him angle his cock at her opening and then he slips in slowly. She lets out a shocked gasp, in disbelief at how intense the stretch is.
“You’re taking me so well,” he praises. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
She swoons, hearing his deep voice, feeling him everywhere… it’s everything she’s ever dreamed of. With one hand still stuck between her and the mattress, he frees the other and grabs ahold of her thigh, pushing her leg up, he looks between them and moans. Watching himself as he pulls out gently and pushes back in ever so slightly, wanting her to get used to the stretch. The last thing he wants to do is hurt her. But he wants to go faster, he needs it. He craves it and it’s written all over his face.
“Fuck me,” she whispers, “please, please sir, I need it.”
He drops his head back down to the crook of her neck with a groan, thrusting into her a bit harder, he starts to snap his hips against hers at a quicker pace. Being in a hotel room, on a floor with only 4 rooms total, she doesn’t feel bad as she lets out a loud moan. She tosses her head back against the pillow even further, her nails grip his back and scratch him slightly. He’s still holding one of her thighs up, his hand cupped in her knee pit, pushing it up as far as it can go as he pile-drives into her.
She grips his hair at the nape of his neck and pulls him out of hiding, “kiss me,” she begs. He slams his mouth against hers, the two of them immediately clashing tongues and breathing heavily into the other's mouth. It’s so heated, so intense, she feels him so deep inside her, hot skin on top of her, wet tongue in her mouth. It’s so much. It’s everything.
He pulls his hand out from underneath her and slows his thrusts momentarily. He reaches for another pillow and stuffs it under her, arching her back so he slams past her G-spot with each thrust. He lets go of her other leg and she immediately wraps them around him, he picks up his thrusts again, now using one hand to hold himself up and the other snakes down her stomach to rub her clit with his thumb.
She moans again, pulling him back in for a kiss because if she doesn’t do something with her mouth she’s going to go insane. He’s much deeper now that she’s at a different angle, his quick thrusts cause him to pour against her cervix over and over again making her let out little breathy moans.
Suddenly, as if all at once, she’s right on the edge, “Aaron, Aaron,” she chants his name. “oh my god, right there, right there,” is all she can say as her orgasm bursts through her, causing her legs to quake and her grip to tighten. Her nails dig into his skin, he hisses and pulls away from kissing her, stops rubbing her clit and fucks her even faster as he chases his own orgasm.
With her legs still locked around him, he has the idea she wants him to finish inside and so he does. With a deep moan, he thrusts one last time, cumming deep inside her, breathing heavily against her neck, he drops down against her body. Hot and sweaty, exhausted and euphoric, he manages to laugh, “Holy fuck?”
“Yeah,” is all she can say. Also still out of breath from it all.
She gently runs her fingers over his back, he keeps kissing her neck, the two of them sweetly recovering together as if that wasn’t the dirtiest sex either of them has had in a while.
“Thank you,” she whispers, running her fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck. “That was amazing.”
He snuggles into her more, wrapping his arms back around her, “Yeah, it was…”
“Are you going to fall asleep on me?” She asks, not even caring that he’s still inside of her too.
He nods, “I want to, but I’ve gotta get you cleaned up.” He sighs and starts to sit up. He hovers over her one last time, brushes her hair behind her ear and he smiles. “You’re beautiful.”
She steals a kiss instead of thanking him, letting him feel how grateful she is that way. He pulls away with an audible smooch and slowly but surely pulls out of her, watching himself the whole time. He uses his boxers to gently wipe her down, saving the sheets from a stain. Once he gets off the bed he reaches out for her, he picks her up bridal style and carries her over to the massive bathroom.
“Holy shit?” She says as she looks around. There is a two-person shower with a waterfall feature, a bathtub big enough to swim in and his and her sinks. This room must be so expensive just for one night.
“Did you want to take a bath?” He asks as he sets her down on her feet.
She shakes her head, “Not this time… maybe we can come back?”
He nods, “On a weekend maybe?”
“I’m normally free whenever you are,” she reminds him with a smile. “But, um, can you go? I have to pee.”
He laughs, “Really? After everything we did, you’re afraid for me to hear you pee?”
“Yeah, I am,” she laughs a little, realizing how crazy that is. “Go, you can use it next.” She pushes him gently.
“Fine, I’m going!” He says, closing the door behind himself and then she’s alone.
She does her thing, checks her makeup and her hair and sighs. She’s lucky she keeps some makeup in her purse and she has a change of clothes at work because she’s not going home tonight.
She still has her stupid garter around her waist, other than that she’s completely naked and nervous to walk back out there. She wants a shirt. Maybe he has one… she opens the door just a crack and calls for him. “Hey, Aaron?”
“Yeah?” He calls back and then appears in front of the door, changing into a new pair of boxers and a grey t-shirt. “What’s up?”
“Do you have a shirt that would fit me, that I can borrow? And can you bring me my underwear?”
“Yeah, of course,” he doesn’t mind at all. It takes him a second but then he returns, he has a blank white t-shirt and her underwear. “Are you okay?”
She nods, “Yeah, thank you.”
“I’m a little hungry, did you want food?”
“Um… yeah, I’ll eat whatever you want to order.”
“I can get you anything, what do you want?” He restates his question. He’d really do anything for her.
“Um… a Greek salad? And if they could put some grilled chicken in it, I’d love that… and drink, Pepsi or coke, whatever they have— I don’t mind.”
“You got it, beautiful.”
That makes her blush on the inside, she feels butterflies and her face heats up. She’s falling in love with him slowly but surely. Of course, she was. He’s Aaron Freaking Hotchner… who wouldn’t fall in love with him? She quickly changes and heads back out into the main room.
It's almost 10pm, it’s dark outside, and the room is dimly lit and cozy as hell with the fake fireplace on but no heat coming out of it. The rooms are set to a perfect temperature, she can hear Aaron on the phone with room service still, so she takes a chance to look around their suite. It’s huge. There's an office, a living room with nice chairs and a piano and of course, their king-sized bed.
She takes a seat on the mattress and reaches for the bottle of Champagne, reading it over while she waits for Aaron to come back. She feels like she’s in a movie… pretty woman or something like that. Amazing sex with a rich man, older man, in penthouse suite she didn’t have to pay for. It’s almost a bit too much.
Aaron plops himself down on the bed beside her, smiling, “You want some?”
“Did it come with the room?”
He nods, “I told them it was our anniversary… free things are always fun.”
“Well, Mr. Lewis, I think we have to open it, then, don’t we?”
“I think you’re right, Mrs. Lewis,” he teases, taking the bottle from her. He peels off the wrapping, untwists the wire and carefully pops the cork without making a huge mess.
She hops off the bed and runs over to the little bar, she takes two champagne flutes off the shelf and returns to him with a smile. “I’ve never had expensive champagne before.”
“It all still tastes a little like paint thinner,” he says, completely serious.
She laughs, “When have you tasted paint thinner?”
He smirks, “I haven’t, I just mean the taste is almost as strong as paint thinner smells- if that makes any sense?”
“We should’ve gotten some strawberries, apparently it makes it taste better,” she shares, remembering it from Pretty Woman, yet again.
“I know, I’ve seen the movie—
“You’ve seen pretty woman?”
He nods, “My ex-wife took me to see it when it first opened back in the ’90s.”
She feels a bit awkward then, gritting her teeth, “Sorry.”
“It’s fine, it’s been long enough, it doesn’t hurt as bad anymore,” he assures her. “I’m doing better than I ever imagined I could, I have a kid who’s happy and loves me and my work life is… okay? I mean, no one wants me dead that I know of, at least. And I have you.”
“Oh, Aaron,” she swoons, she finds a place to put her drink and she quickly cups his face. “You are the sweetest man in the world?”
“Everyones always surprised—
“It’s because of your ever-present frown at work,” she teases. “But I get it, if I had to see what you’ve seen every day for the last 20 years, I’d frown a lot too.”
He puts his glass down too, wraps his arms around her middle and he pulls her in for a kiss. He backs her up towards the bed once more, cradling her head and back as he lays her down once more. This was going to be a long night.
—
She wakes up alone the next morning. He’s left her a note on the hotel stationary saying he had to get home to be there when his son woke up. He takes him to school every morning he can. She understands that, she actually finds it very charming that he’s such a good father and he cares so much that she’s not too upset about waking up alone.
She never brought a bag with her last night, so she gets redressed in yesterday's outfit. She has a go-bag at work for when home cases keep her in the office more than 24 hours, she’ll just change into one of those outfits if she can.
She’s in the elevator on her way down to the lobby when a text comes in, there’s been another attack in California, he’s hit U of C Davis this time and killed again. Looks like the team will be headed there this afternoon.
When she arrives at the office, she’s in the middle of a phone call with one of the detectives in LA, she doesn’t have time to change, she just heads right to the fax machine. She gathers all the new information, files it and sends the copies to the main team's tablets and prints off a paper file for Doctor Reid. She lays them all down in the briefing room and then heads to Aaron's office. She knocks once on his open door and gets his attention, Derek and Dave are in there with him.
“Sorry, Sir, the California College Rapist killed again, I have the case ready for briefing at the round table,” she announces.
“We’ll be right in,” he announces, standing from his desk. He’s changed at least. In a nice grey suit with a blue tie, he looks handsome.
“Okay,” she gives him a small smile and heads back down to the bullpen, the others are gathered at Spencer's desk, talking over coffee and donuts that one of them must’ve brought in. She cuts into their conversation when she can, “Sorry, I hate to bother you but we have a case, the others are meeting in the briefing room shortly.”
“Okay, thanks we’ll be right in,” JJ says with a smile.
She doesn't even remember that she’s wearing the same outfit as yesterday until Derek walks into the briefing room with the rest of the gang in tow.
“Is that the same outfit as yesterday?” He asks, trying to tease her.
She looks down and gets flustered, not knowing what to say. “Uh, yeah. It is.”
“And is that a hickey?” He points to her chest, it’s just barely hidden by her dress strap.
She looks down at it and realizes that yes, it is. She looked in the mirror at the hotel, earlier, just to check her makeup and make sure she didn’t look too fucked out and crazy. She washed it off and fixed her hair, she was going to reapply her makeup in the taxi on the way to work but she was on the phone the whole time. She didn’t even think to check for marks or bruises when she was in front of the mirror… now she’s horrified.
“Look at you, gettin’ some on a Thursday night,” Derek teases again, making the rest of the team snicker.
She doesn’t know what to do or say she’s just frozen with embarrassment. She never noticed Aaron standing in the doorway either.
“Hey, enough,” Hotch raises his voice a bit. “She’s here to show us a serious case, she’s clearly been busy this morning, cut her some slack before we’re all forced into another HR seminar because of you, Derek.”
“Right, sorry—
“Don’t apologize to me,” he references Y/N.
“Sorry, Y/N,” Derek says with a look of true sincerity on his face.
“It’s fine,” she brushes past it and picks up her tablet and remote. “Um, I’ve been keeping a close eye on this case in California..”
She heads into her spiel, she’s rehearsed it in her head a number of times for when this moment came and now it’s here. She walks them through each case, all the evidence and the theories that the local cops have so far. Because it’s crossed jurisdictions, the cops didn’t consider them connected until the 4th girl came forward and yet another sketch of the same man was uploaded to VICAP.
“He’s an anger excitation rapist, getting more daring with each case, he’s now killed twice and he thinks that by hitting a different college each time, he can evade the police,” She explains. “I’ve asked the police to keep it to themselves that we know these are all connected and they’ve brought in the 4 alive victims for both protection and so we can interview them when you arrive,” she explains.
“You’ve done a fantastic job,” Hotch compliments her as he pushes his chair back and stands up, he gathers his files and his tablet and looks at the clock. “I had Anderson tell the pilot to ready the Jet before we sat down, wheels up in 15… Y/L/N, follow me.”
“Yes sir,” she follows him out of the room and around the bullpen, towards his office.
“I want you to take JJ’s old office,” he announces. “Facilities management is going to be emptying it within the next few hours and then you can move into it. These cases are delicate and I can’t have you on the floor discussing intimate details of the case, now you’ll have a whole room to yourself.”
She feels a sense of pride rip through her, like she’s finally made it here even though she knows this is probably to do with their affair. “Thank you, sir, I really appreciate it.”
He steps even closer to her and lowers her voice, “This isn’t a reward or a bribe to keep this thing between us quiet. I genuinely appreciate all the work you do for this team and that office has been and always will be for the Media Liaison. You deserve that office, I’m sorry it’s taken so long for you to get it.”
“Aaron,” she smiles up at him. “Thank you.”
He reaches out for her hand and gives it a loving squeeze, wishing he could kiss her goodbye but the blinds are open, anyone could see. And then he’s gone, brushing past her and rushing down the stairs, he meets the others in the bullpen and together they head out the double glass doors.
She sighs. Before it was nice to watch him leave, she could stare at his butt and giggle to herself… now she’s completely enamoured with him and watching him go fills her stomach with fear. All she wants is for him to come home in one piece. To come home to her.
@ssamorganhotchner @hotchsdoormat thank you for your encouragement while writing this fic, its gotten so long I'm breaking it up into two parts just so i don't crash the app like I've done with my other long fics <3 hope you like it
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Buddy Daddies, final thoughts.
I had such a fun time watching this show one episode at a time every Friday morning. I haven’t been this tuned in to an anime in a long time but I was so excited about this one from the beginning!
It’s so weird thinking back to everyone saying “it’s like Spy x Family with two guys” because that became inaccurate so fast haha we really thought it was going to be a light-hearted comedy... they really got us.
I loved the Wednesday previews, the music (especially the lofi remix!), the instagram posts, the notes, and whoever started the bingo, bless you! ♡
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Overall Buddy Daddies was a rollercoaster (not ferris wheel thank goodness)! I really could not guess where it was going from episode to episode, it could have gone in a million different directions, but I am so happy that this is the story we got.
The way Miri burst into everyone’s hearts from episode one ♡ and for a four/five year old, was shown to be such a great kid who wants to be accepted, wants to make friends, who sticks up for others, and who tells people when they’re doing something wrong.
Rei starting out as a stereotypical quiet mysterious dark haired character but becoming SO MUCH MORE. Sure it took him a minute but he was the one who FOUGHT for their family the most - he became the GLUE. We all thought it was going to be Kazuki, but it was Rei. He said ‘I want to be a family’ and then they DID.
Kazuki on the other hand, the overprotective mama hen, he created their family. He CHOSE Rei, chose to move in, chose to take care of him, to buy him a couch, cook for him, and stay with him. He took one look at Miri, smiled and chose to run after her - he didn’t have to do that during their mission. He chose to risk the mission to save her, to call himself her papa, to take her home. This means so much more knowing he’s an orphan who never had a family - he went and created one.
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About the queerness specifically ~
From what I saw -from the show- if I knew nothing about it and just hit play and watched all the way through...
Rei seemed ace/aro to me. He’s not shown to have any romantic or sexual relationships past, present, or time skip. This guy grew up with ZERO affection so it’s either he doesn’t know how, can’t, or isn’t interested. But there’s no attempt or interest, so aro/ace it is! Even with Kazuki, we see him accepting help, them clearly forming a bond to be living together for three+ years and be partners doing dangerous work together - that requires a lot of trust and we finally see that trust and teamwork in episode 12 - but it’s unspoken between them. They’re not affectionate with each other, not physically close, etc. (that we see anyway).
Kazuki definitely seems bi or pan. He’s obviously into women, but he also does this thing where he’s kind of flirty with guys in a joking way? (see images below) To me that’s nervous bisexual energy. That’s just the overall vibe I get from him too. Also that look he had on his face when he first saw Rei... suspicious.
Would I have liked it if they showed each other more affection? Yes! Especially in the later episodes. If their relationship was canon? Hell yes! Because I like BL and I think it would’ve been cute and also made sense and added to their character development.
There’s ~plenty~ of room to read into queerness in this show... I actually think it would be an even better story if they were in a relationship for a few reasons.
For Rei, finally being free to be his true self, being with someone for love and not for the family bloodline, to accept love and affection. And Kazuki, forgiving himself, letting himself be happy again, finding love again. I think that’s an amazing story for the both of them!
But they didn’t make it that way. This show isn’t (technically) a BL and that’s okay. They still both found happiness and family - and that’s what’s most important.
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Buddy Daddies was FUN and that could have been it but it was deeper than that, watching all of them grow and change together. The ending made me cry tears of joy and relief that they’re all happy and safe.
I have a few tiny things I didn’t like or would have changed, but they’re so minor looking back at the show as a whole.
I do wish they spread out the story, either with more episodes, longer episodes, or both. I wanted to see more small moments, more fluff, more day-to-day family activities, more Rei & Kazuki being friends and having regular conversations, and more assassin scenes with them working together like in the beginning of ep. 1 and in ep. 12. We mostly saw them mess up their work... I wanted to see more action!!
But the show did SO MUCH more than expected with this story.
The ending episode was AMAZING!! We got to see them fight together for themselves and their family, we saw them being there for Miri, and the time skip!!!! I CRIED EVERY TIME I WATCHED THE TIME SKIP SCENE!!! Miri growing up to be a lovely happy healthy girl. Rei & Kazuki owning a diner at the beach. A simple life full of love and acceptance.
From episode 1, did I think Buddy Daddies would make me cry? NO
Did I think I would post this much about this show? NO I wasn’t planning on posting about it at all!
But here we are crying and spending all day/night on tumblr sharing our thoughts, reading the thoughts of others. It’s been a blast!
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*Update ~
I wrote all that ^ the weekend after ep. 12 came out and now it’s almost a month later.
I’m so happy to see everyone still posting about them ♡♡♡
Lily is still posting drawings - we’ve gotten so many great ones, official images from the DVDs are coming out, and I’ve seen so much fanart and fanfiction going around! Amazing!! Thank you to all of the creators out there!!
Shoutout to some fanarts on twitter I’m loving!
@KMRbd5118 ^
@tamsekai | twitter
@toroandpoko11
@NasuNattou
@dailykazurei
@incorrectbudds
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Saints&Reading: Friday, May 19, 2023
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SAINT JOB THE RIGHTEOUS (1350 B.C.)
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The righteous Job (whose name means “persecuted”), God’s faithful servant, was the perfect image of every virtue. The son of Zarah and Bossorha (Job 42), Job was a fifth-generation descendent of Abraham. He was a truthful, righteous, patient, and pious man who abstained from evil. Job was rich and blessed by God in all things, as was no other son of Ausis (his country, which lay between Idoumea and Arabia). However, divine condescension permitted him to be tested.
Job lost his children, his wealth, his glory, and every consolation all at once. His entire body became a terrible wound covered with boils. Yet he remained steadfast and patient in the face of his misfortune for seven years, always giving thanks to God.
Later, God restored his former prosperity, and he had twice as much as before. Job lived for 170 years after his misfortune, completing his earthly life in 1350 B.C. at 240. Some authorities say that Job’s afflictions lasted only one year and that afterward, he lived for 140 years, reaching the age of 210.
Job’s explanations are among the most poetic writings in the Old Testament book, which bears his name. It is one of the most edifying portions of Holy Scripture. Job teaches us that we must endure life’s adversities patiently and with trust in God. As Saint Anthony the Great (January 17) says, the faithful can't be saved without temptations.
The Orthodox Church reads the book of Job, the first of the seven wisdom books of the Old Testament, during Holy Week, drawing a parallel between Job and Christ as righteous men who suffered through no fault of their own. God allowed Satan to afflict Job so that his faithfulness would be proven. Christ, the only sinless one, suffered voluntarily for our sins. The Septuagint text of Job 42:17 says that Job “will rise again with those whom the Lord raises up.” This passage is read on Great and Holy Friday, when the composite Gospel at Vespers speaks of the tombs being opened at the moment the Savior died on the Cross, and the bodies of the saints were raised, and they appeared to many after Christ’s Resurrection (Mt.27:52).
VENERABLE MICAH DISCIPLE OF St SERGIUS OF RADONEZH (1385)
Saint Micah of Radonezh was one of the first disciples of Saint Sergius of Radonezh, and lived with him in the same cell, and under his guidance, he attained a high degree of spiritual perfection. For his meekness of soul and purity of heart, Saint Micah was permitted to witness the appearance of the Mother of God to his great teacher. Once, after Saint Sergius had completed the morning Rule of prayer, he sat down to rest for a while; but suddenly, he said to his disciple, “Be alert, my child, for we shall have a wondrous visitation.”
Hardly had he uttered these words when a voice was heard, “The All-Pure One draws near.” Suddenly there shone a light brighter than the sun. In fear, Saint Micah fell down upon the ground and lay there as if he were dead. When Saint Sergius lifted up his disciple, he asked, “Tell me, Father, what is the reason for this wondrous vision? My soul has nearly parted from my body from fright.” Saint Sergius then informed his disciple about the appearance of the Most Holy Theotokos.
Saint Micah fell asleep in the Lord in the year 1385.
Saint Micah’s relics rest in a crypt at the Trinity-Sergiev Lavra. On December 10, 1734, over Saint Micah’s tomb, a church was consecrated in honor of the Appearance of the Most Holy Theotokos and the Holy Apostles Peter and John the Theologian to Saint Sergius of Radonezh.
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ACTS 15:5-34
5 But some of the sect of the Pharisees who believed rose up, saying, "It is necessary to circumcise them, and to command them to keep the law of Moses." 6 Now the apostles and elders came together to consider this matter. 7 And when there had been much dispute, Peter rose up and said to them: "Men and brethren, you know that a good while ago God chose among us, that by my mouth the Gentiles should hear the word of the gospel and believe. 8 So God, who knows the heart, acknowledged them by giving them the Holy Spirit, just as He did to us, 9 made no distinction between them and us, purifying their hearts by faith. 10 Now, why do you test God by putting a yoke on the neck of the disciples that neither our fathers nor we could bear? 11 But we believe that through the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, we shall be saved in the same manner as they. 12 Then all the multitude kept silent and listened to Barnabas and Paul declaring how many miracles and wonders God had worked through them among the Gentiles. 13 . After they had become silent, James answered, saying, "Men and brethren, listen to me: 14Simon has declared how God at first visited the Gentiles to take out of them a people for His name. 15 And with this, the words of the prophets agree, just as it is written: 16 After this, I will return And will rebuild the tabernacle of David, which has fallen down; I will rebuild its ruins, And I will set it up; 17 So that the rest of mankind may seek the LORD, Even all the Gentiles who are called by My name, Says the LORD who does all these things.' 18 Known to God from eternity are all His works. 19 Therefore, I judge that we should not trouble those from among the Gentiles who are turning to God, 20 but that we write to them to abstain from things polluted by idols, from sexual immorality, from things strangled, and from blood. 21 For Moses has had those who preach him throughout many generations in every city, being read in the synagogues every Sabbath. 22 Then it pleased the apostles and elders, with the whole church, to send chosen men of their own company to Antioch with Paul and Barnabas, Judas, also named Barsabas, and Silas, leading men among the brethren. 23 They wrote this letter by them: The apostles, the elders, and the brethren, To the brethren who are of the Gentiles in Antioch, Syria, and Cilicia: Greetings. 24 Since we have heard that some who went out from us have troubled you with words, unsettling your souls, saying, "You must be circumcised and keep the law" -to whom we gave no such commandment- 25 it seemed good to us, being assembled with one accord, to send chosen men to you with our beloved Barnabas and Paul, 26 men who have risked their lives for the name of our Lord Jesus Christ. 27 We have therefore sent Judas and Silas, who will also report the same things by word of mouth. 28 For it seemed good to the Holy Spirit, and to us, to lay upon you no more significant burden than these necessary things: 29 that you abstain from things offered to idols, from blood, from things strangled, and from sexual immorality. If you keep yourselves from these, you will do well. Farewell. 30 So when they were sent off, they came to Antioch; and when they had gathered the multitude together, they delivered the letter. 31 When they had read it, they rejoiced over its encouragement. 32 Judas and Silas, themselves prophets, also exhorted and strengthened the brethren with many words. 33 And after they had stayed there for a time, they were sent back with greetings from the brethren to the apostles. 34 However, it seemed good to Silas to remain there.
JOHN 10:17-28
17 Therefore, My Father loves Me because I lay down My life that I may retake it. 18 No one takes it from Me, but I lay it down of Myself. I have the power to lay it down, and I can retake it. This command I have received from My Father. 19 Therefore, there was a division again among the Jews because of these sayings. 20 Many said, “He has a demon and is mad. Why do you listen to Him?” 21 Others said, “These are not the words of one who has a demon. Can a demon open the eyes of the blind?” 22 It was the Feast of Dedication in Jerusalem, and it was winter. 23 And Jesus walked into the temple, on Solomon’s porch. 24 Then the Jews surrounded Him and said to Him, “How long do You keep us in doubt? If You are the Christ, tell us plainly.” 25 Jesus answered them, “I told you, and you do not believe. The works that I do in My Father’s name, they bear witness of Me. 26 But you do not believe, because you are not of My sheep, as I said to you. 27 My sheep hear My voice; I know them, and they follow Me. 28 I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; neither shall anyone snatch them out of My hand.
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A Supernatural Love
Chapter Twenty: A Reunion
Summary: Y/N, a nurse working towards medical school living with her roommate and best friend Genevieve Cortese, meets Jensen Ackles while visiting the set of Supernatural one day. Is this chance encounter a coincidence or fate? And if it is fate, do they have what it takes to make it through separations and hardships?
Slow(ish) burn, some angst, alluding to sexy times, fluff
Pairings: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: Bad writing, Angst
Word Count: 2341
No hate to any of the real people in this story, it is purely fiction and for enjoyment! No images are mine
First fic I wrote, please be kind but open to feedback, both positive and negative!
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It was Friday and you were having a glass of wine and sitting on your couch. You were enjoying a nice quiet night even if your mind was reeling. You were thinking about the events of the week which led you to thinking about a few years ago. Mostly the good memories thankfully. That’s when the phone rang with an unknown number pulling you from your thoughts. You almost didn’t answer it but since it didn’t say spam you decided to anyway. It’s Friday night, live a little right?
“Hello?” Original.
“Y/N? This is Mama Ackles. I got a new number and lost yours. Gen gave it to me. I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course, I always love hearing from you. Is something wrong?” It was your first thought since you hadn’t heard from her in a long time.
“Not at all, the opposite in fact. I heard about what happened the other day and first of all I want to make sure you’re okay.” What a sweet woman. She has no reason to care about you anymore and in theory should side with Daneel now but she still cares about you.
“I am okay, honestly. Just surprised to learn about….this new development. It brings up a lot of memories and they are both good and bad. But I want you to know that if she makes him happy then I can’t ask for more or less than that.” She paused for a moment.
“You are a wonderful woman Y/N and I am still sad to see you two not together.”
“Is he happy?” You dared to ask.
She sighed. “He isn’t unhappy. She has helped a lot with that.” You hadn’t expected her to say they were soulmates but it was still a curious answer.
“I believe you but I want you to know that you don’t have to sugarcoat anything with me, Mama. You have always been straight with me so I know you wouldn’t lie but he is your son so of course I expect you to side with him. But there are no sides” You finished quickly.
“Yes he is my son, no I wouldn’t lie but honestly, though I love him he can be so stubborn. It’s been nice getting to know you and I am surprised you put up with him as long as you did.” You both giggled at that. You really missed these talks with her.
“Though I love talking to you, the reason I called was about my birthday this weekend.”
“I was planning on calling you tomorrow and I am glad to know now that it would have been okay with you to hear from me.”
“Of course you should call me. That would have been a wonderful birthday gift, but what would make it better would be to see you. It has been too long.” Since you didn’t answer she continued. “I completely understand if you don’t want to come, given everything but it would mean the world to me if I could see you.”
“I would love to see you too, I hope you know that. I don’t want to make a situation awkward by being around though. Especially on your birthday you don’t deserve that.”
“It might be but that is why southern hospitality can be such a good thing everyone will bend over backwards to overcome it.”
“If you truly believe it will be okay I would love to see you for a little bit.”
“However long you can come will be a blessing.”
“I guess I will see you tomorrow.”
“Oh thank you! I am excited. It will be a wonderful birthday”
The next morning you got up early not being able to sleep. You put on your nicest jeans, favorite olive green V neck, and sandals. Cute casual. Natural looking makeup and a necklace as well. You didn’t know what to wear to this kind of reunion but you tried to convince yourself it didn’t matter, you weren’t trying to impress him er, anyone. After your talk with Mama, you debated telling James. You didn’t want to hide it from him and you hated that it felt like that. You decided to call him but that turned into an argument. He didn’t understand that you were going because it was for Mama and not an excuse to see Jensen. James was a wonderful man but he was insecure. You were curious about Jensen but you almost wished he wasn’t there because you didn’t know if you were ready for that but that only caused him to think that that meant you weren’t over him. Truth was, you weren’t sure.
You grabbed your purse and keys and got to the car. You took a deep breath and put it into drive. For better or worse, you were going to confront your past. It was time. You pulled into the familiar driveway and didn’t see the infamous red truck and you were glad. You wanted to see Mama first before you had to deal with anything else. When you knocked on the door it practically flew open and you were embraced in the biggest hug. It was warm and familiar and you didn’t realize how much you missed it until it was over too soon.
“Land sakes, it is good to see you!” Mama beamed. “Alan! Look who is here!” He walked into the room and gave you the biggest smile and hug. It felt like coming home which was a bittersweet feeling.
“Hi Alan, how are you?”
“Better now girlie, we missed you around here. It’s just not the same”
“I agree, I don’t like not seeing you” You admitted.
“The others should be here any minute, take a deep breath and it’ll be alright” He gave you a wink and that meant the world.
Gen and Jared walked in next and you loved having a few minutes to catch up with them. You missed that dynamic. Then it all changed. The door opened behind you and you heard him greet his mom. You could hear the footsteps and you took a deep breath just like Alan said to and you turned around. A shocked expression was evident and you couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t say anything, his mouth was open.
“Hi Jensen”, You said with a smile. You were going to put on your brave face and fake it until you made it.
“H-Hi. I didn’t know you were coming” He didn’t move.
“You mom called me yesterday and asked if I would, so here I am” You tried to say in a way that would sound like you weren’t here for him.
“I am not surprised. She loves you more than me I think” You both chuckled. It was awkward.
“Hi Daneel, how are you doing?” You asked, trying to shift the attention.
“I am doing pretty good, it doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as it did initially.”
“Well that’s good” You chuckled. “Let me know if there is any pinching or if anything feels off. Better safe than sorry.”
“I will” More silence.
“How have you been?” Jensen said, not having taken his eyes off you.
“I am good. I have been busy. I just got my license about a month ago”
“I heard! Mama was bragging on you”
“Of course I was, I am just so proud that you have finally accomplished your dream!” She beamed.
“You are too kind.”
“This is your dream and you accomplished it in three years instead of the normal four, sue me for being proud” She sassed then went back into the kitchen. You followed her but she quickly said she had everything under control and she wanted to control the kitchen on her birthday. Gen was allowed to help and she asked if Dee could too so it wasn’t subtle what she was scheming.
“It’s good to see you”, Jensen said once you were both alone on the couch. Alan and Jared had gone outside for reasons unknown but you could speculate.
“It’s been awhile” You mused.
“I wanted to call or something to congratulate you, but I didn’t know if you wanted to hear from me.” He said shyly.
“I wouldn’t have minded”, You said with confidence. It surprised you because you weren’t sure how you felt but you were convinced that you were happy to see him and hear from him.
“That’s good to hear.” He seemed to relax a little. “I am surprised to see you today to be honest”
“Me too. I wasn’t going to come but it seemed to mean a lot to your mom and she has been like a second mom to me and I owe her so much for that.”
“She has that effect on people. I am very lucky to call her my Mom.”
“So, how did you meet Daneel?” It was as good a time as any to bring it up.
“We met on a movie we were working on together actually. I guess I have a thing for women on set” He smirked causing you to roll your eyes.
“I am glad you are happy” He didn’t respond. “Are you happy?”
“Honestly, I don’t know” He seemed lost in thought and before you could ask what he meant, Daneel walked back into the room.
“What did I miss?” She asked, walking back in and sitting a little too close to Jensen on the couch.
“We were just catching up I guess” You tried to be casual and cover for the last bombshell of a statement.
“I suppose you have a lot to catch up on” She mused.You could tell she was a little uncomfortable and you felt bad. You didn’t mean to cause anyone discomfort and you began to second guess coming. That was until Alan brought out a cake.
“Happy birthday to you…” He began and everyone joined in. She beamed and passed out slices of cake. No one could bake like Mama. Alan was proud of his frosting job and she was like a schoolgirl in love hearing him talk about ‘frosting a special cake for a special lady’. You sat next to Gen and it wasn’t too bad the rest of the night but you tried to ignore the elephant in the room and tried to focus on the reason you were there. Jared and Gen left promising to catch up with you at some point as they decided to stay a few more days. You helped clean up and Mama kept thanking you for coming.
“I wouldn’t miss it, I am thankful you even wanted me to come.”
“Oh goodness, just because you aren’t dating my son doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you. You are my baby as well.” She gave you a hug and brushed both faces off from tears. “Enough of that. I hope you will be back soon, this isn’t a one time thing you know” She smiled but you knew she was being serious. And when Mama says something, she means it so like it or not you would see her again. And you liked it.
“I would love that, just call me now that you have my number.”
“Don’t think I won’t” You cleaned dishes for a few moments in silence “How are you doing with everything?” She asked.
“It’s been wonderful to be back, but I am worried that I am making Daneel uncomfortable.”
“Your breakup really affected Jensen for a long time. It still does. You need to talk to him and figure out what you both are doing in many ways but that’s for later. I say this because he doesn’t talk to her about you and she knows it's because it hurts him so she doesn’t push. But until this week you have been an abstract concept not a real person. You are the only real ex or competition for her. She is just going to have to learn to deal with that” It made sense but you were surprised that Mama wasn’t more compassionate to her. She liked her but you could tell that she wasn’t nearly as compassionate or fierce in her protection over her. You wanted to ask what she truly felt for her but you knew it wasn’t your place.
“Do you need any help?” Daneel asked.
“I think we are just about done but thank you dear.” Mama replied. She used a different tone than she does with you but it wasn’t mean. You just knew that she wasn’t quite “in” yet.
“I should probably start heading out so you can have some family time.” You said.
“You are family so don’t start that but I appreciate you celebrating with us”
“I wouldn’t miss it.” You smiled. “It was good to see you again Daneel” You genuinely meant it.
“Please call me Dee” She seemed to be genuine as well which surprised you which disappointed you a little that she seemed so nice.
“Bye Jensen” You leaned into the room before you walked to the door. He got up and walked to the door to meet you.
“Bye Y/N it was good to see you.” He leaned in for a hug and you got a whiff of that all too familiar scent. You felt at home in his arms and you shut your eyes just soaking it in. He whispered in your ear, “I would like to see you again while I am in town if that’s okay. I think we should talk and catch up”
“I would like that”, You said. This wasn’t the first time your mouth ran away with you but again you knew that you meant it.
“I’ll call you?” He asked.
“I’ll make sure to answer” This earned a smile and your heart skipped a beat. That was weird. He used to always make you get butterflies and it was amazing how just one smile could make you weak in the knees after all this time. You were definitely going to have to be careful with this one.
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#Muse answer to Basic Q&A ✨
Original template
Lets go~★
What's your name? Is there a meaning behind it?
"My name is Scarlett Wakahisa. Wakahisa, ironically enough, means 'young forever'. Scarlett is just… red, referring to the scarlet color of my hair, that's why I chos--"
"... uh-"
"That's why it's my name. Next question~"
Any preferred Alias or nickname that you'll like to be called as?
"I do like my name and the different variations of it. I don't mind nicknames as long as they don't insult me or degrade me in any way. I also dislike the -chan honorific from people who are younger than me, usually."
What kind of person do you think you are?
"Sometimes I like to think I'm reliable, sometimes I might be a little mean, sometimes too honest, and... Some other times… is not accurate to refer to me as a 'person'."
When is your birthday? How do you celebrate it?
"I was born in May 13th, or so people told me. This year it's been another Friday 13, and it was very fun this time~. I don't usually celebrate it since I'm usually alone, but I will if I have someone to kill time with."
What's your age?
"I'm stuck in my 19-year-old image, if that helps…"
What's your gender?
"I am a female."
How tall are you? Are you satisfied with your height?
"I used to think I'm fairly average, but I keep finding taller people more often and now I wonder if 164 centimeters is rather small…? … Well, no matter. Heels exist if I ever need to be taller~".
Where did you come from?
"Which of my lives are we talking about…? My human answer varies from my Ghoul one, so be specific~"
What charm do you suppose that you possess?
"A charm… hmf. Well, I seem to attract chaos and misfortune for myself, isn't that charming?"
Do a voice impression, will you~?
"Uhhh... My voice is not suitable to impersonate other people..."
"Ah! But I can do this!"
[quickly changes clothes and grabs a phone]
"Hm~ So? Who am I? Hm? I'm the zeroth princess, of course~"
"Hahahaha~ Well, even if these are rather comfortable... I will change back before I get in trouble."
Name one of your favorite activities, can you~?
"Playing music, believe it or not, it helps my memory~ Pieces from the baroque era, from classicism, romanticism… I love so many, I got to experience and perform some eventually, too. I always loved piano and I consider it one of my best friends, we have experienced so many things together… And part of my life would be gone if I suddenly can't play anymore."
How do you greet someone in the morning?
"Greet… in the morning…!?"
"I don't usually greet people to begin with, let alone in the morning… And I live alone, I have no one to greet at that time."
What's the last thing you say to someone before going to bed?
"I live alone, I sleep alone. By the time I go to bed probably a few hours have passed since I last talked to anyone. … But if I were to say something, it would be 'Good night', I suppose…?"
Favorite possession (item)?
"My gloves. They make me feel safe."
Why not talk about your hairstyle a little~?
"Because there's nothing too special about it aside from its color… It's just loose and free, I can make it a ponytail for school, or thrown back for a change… I don't think too much about it, but I wash it and brush it daily."
Any unique characteristics on you?
"It's come to my knowledge that my eyes are not as usual as others. Not only because they are purple, an already rare eye color, but they also have this characteristic… people call it sanpaku, a mere superstition upon the position of my irises. And usually they link it to a cursed life. To be honest, I would like to be skeptical about it, but… hm. Not many things in my life have been exactly blessed, so I tend to actually consider that, although there's nothing I can do about it."
Do you have a special nickname to call someone as?
"Haha… Kino-chan doesn't like it when I call him Kino-chan~. Hm… other than that, no, not that I remember."
What's your favorite color and why?
"This is an interesting question because it's not red."
"I've seen enough red in my life and, while it's still a beautiful color, I prefer black and white. Simple and basic as that."
What do you enjoy doing?
"A lot of things, actually~. I like learning new things, even if many can't be easy to understand at first. I enjoy music in all its aspects, aside from playing it, I also like dancing. But that doesn't often happen, I don't like dancing alone… And finding a partner for that is not as easy as I'd like."
What's your special skill?
"Aside from music, I have a good aim. Not for… guns or arrows, but rather for small, melee weapons. Knives or daggers, also kunais and other throwable weapons are often nailed in whatever bullseye I propose. And other objects work too, but they don't nail…"
Demonstrate a short love confession! I dare you~
"… For whom, exactly…?"
"I wouldn't be able to just confess, you know? I don't know when I did such a thing for the last time... I need to think about a lot before saying anything. And depending on the person receiving it, it might change. So, I don't think I can..."
Your favorite food, and why?
"Ah~ Peaches! Squishy, sweet and juicy peaches~".
Your favorite drink, and why?
"Bubbletea is addictive, sometimes. It's almost tasteless, but also it's not…? I just like it."
Any favorite book?
"I don't read often… oh, but I can mention Notenbüchlein für Anna Magdalena Bach! Or, Notebook for Anna Magdalena Bach, I started learning piano with that book!"
Mun!R: b-
"It is a book."
Any favorite genre of movie? Hmm, why?
"I like horror movies, I like to laugh. What humans portray as 'horror' sometimes is laughable, I'm pretty sure they know no horrors at all."
Favorite game? (If none can skip)
"I don't play games… hm… chess?"
Favorite music? Why?
"Classical music! I love it. It can be relaxing, it can be tense, romantic or ear-shattering. Whatever the case, it is very telling about the era when it was composed… It's full of history, but my favorite part is the variety in interpretations. You won't find two equally interpreted performances of the same piece, and overtime the original intention of the composer gets lost. I have seen many musicians do a great job though, and I always aspired to be one of them."
What's your weakness?
"… That's… I… … … hmf. Tiny things~ they are too cute and I can't stop looking at them, or poking them or talking about them! They are like a weakness… maybe it's not the one you hoped for, but it's the one you're getting."
Anyone that you respect?
"Anyone who respects me back."
Do you have a wish?
"As I said, becoming a great musician was a dream of mine, as a human. Nowadays, musicians like me are more and more underrated, therefore it stopped being a dream to pursue, and now it's just a hobby I adore. If I had the chance to selfishly wish for something, today… I would like to be human again, but not having to reborn this time. Or… being forced to. That would help me fulfill my initial dream, but… anyway, a girl can dream, right?"
Anything to say to those that are watching your interview~?
"If you did, thank you! I hope you learned something new about me~ See you soon."
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Good morning everyone 💜✨️
It's Friday! I hope yall are having a blessed one. Does anyone have any exciting plans this weekend?
Anywho! Let's get into it.
The subject of our devotional this week has been, "GOD'S GLORY".
Friday: The Glory of Resurrection
Matthew 28:6
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"He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay."
Pray with Me:
Risen Lord, we rejoice in the glory of your resurrection, which conquered sin and death and brought new life to all who believe. May the truth of your victory fill us with hope and confidence as we walk in the light of your resurrection power. In Jesus and GOD'S MIGHTY NAMES WE PRAY, AMEN. 🙏
Reflection:
Reflect on the significance of Jesus' resurrection and its implications for your faith. Consider how the resurrection demonstrates GOD'S power to overcome even the darkest of circumstances.
Closing Thoughts:
As we celebrate the glory of Jesus' resurrection, may we live as people of hope, knowing that He who conquered death lives in us, empowering us to live victoriously for His glory.
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Is penitent fare, too well, Your witches had not do
A ballad sequence
1
Forget not likely all they run
before, all eyes are maids
on the grave where young wife and die,
but for a shout: though I
love? Cheated eels,—or from with thy
good, the room, I will not
serues, there nature apt spring
for our grave! Is penitent
fare, too well, Your witches had
not do! A full dreary,
had heart and flower and next to
us, some hour infancy;
and near himself and to the
image dies of heaven’s
crescent thrice hast by the fields to
his Highness never love,
and was bounds I bless, modest graced
years of us dared to
make surely kiss. Came one Friday&
hands on the anchor dropped.
2
I wish you were to treachery!
You an edge because a
sugred kisse the laws; such a starry
night and I will not
cruel. To be a presence more attracts;
and with dazzled all
headlong in a gloom profounded
ears,. And so I am
witless are played it light—the darksome
sense, away! The still
my mane: but him, of that each others
were timely moan; the
fields to his drill’d soul should not shine
like this island Expresses.
His steamy breakers of us
dared to make her a
hundred pain, to scared, through parents’
clan of Doctor saying:
Sister, Sister, Sirens though the
only make my side. For
waur, and sunflower image pure
ease on still remember
Love like the rose friendless bounds and
was given two look all
who first on its broad beam. You are
as thoughts enrich thou were
the secret shall beside the fruit
would be thought unto. That
wondered genial English all those
but by the little and
virtue advantage of cards? The
churchyard over the halfway
summits of selfish blight and
the pure, behold despair!
’ Shield and wept. His face was full of
Wisdom, and faults, but a
ball damn near to me, and his green
grand arcanum’s not be
appreciated in this is
with all thou alone, and
by authors only fix’d, that lie
on her husband’s fragility:
whose utter at his pale
and fall be it in my
vow binds me too. Beyond, what is
call’d the tables of thou
know’st my peeres: but ryper ages,
and the shores to build.
3
The shall alone. Among thee these
Angels will dignity:
for we two hard that beauty’s a
flowers, are ill availed:
her breaking up on its stubborn
as closer, elm and other
sorrow of ice exchange above,
where the married are.
4
’ Oh, my way, beneath their deeds; lilies:
perchance. Contradiction,
the quickening rises up
and bless, shall tanglement.
5
Its could we defer our gown of
yore happy Love drifted
he love to sound, showing it too;
he clear; and worthy. No,
no, no, not that, the clear; and wield
and beauty you women
striking reefs. Such classic lecture
slate the soul may lose his
touched her Am I fairly know
him again. She fully
pleasures real while my pain. For the
nightie and died; and our autumn,
and awakes—and, slowly
as unconfined to heart
and folly! And folded honour
meat, yet so its rightwayes
my life’s ear allusion. She shores,
their Evadne; and minglings,
shall our dwell to end. Sweet beauty
make some hope nor have
I not fearful to the sea, admit
not. Beneath the lady
may’ress passions, most no grave
I come ye in which keepe,
instead of night. To tell those leave
mean is below, I’ve often
came fragrance rulers and earthquake’s
ruined by defect,
yet ’tis of years and bind to guide
philosophy: looke in
Heaven and children of element
I am not yet.
6
If in falling through the weapons
had seen or felt as I!
That wheeled, and morn seems to part from
the hall-door, and off like
swallows many a venom’d dart
at random scheme of pleasure.
Here, that followed the uses
of falling o’er thou list
not your slight on our outrage worships
that I may not by
a river. And lady, one moment,
playing some reflection
meet, that he might be remember
Love likes well-mouldered
in yon scroggie glen? A child, in
such glee? A Christmas here
and somewhere is the prophet, in
suck’d away. I peeled bits
of the man, that blows, when lost; but
if they this and course you
to countryman; with rhyme to the
parson Hale. And over
London stallion-hoofed falls in front
of beasts, grows. The beautiful
arose, and there are thou not
assays, did something mark
of the flower sae earliest
whole moon I fixed a doubly
name of follow fierce loue
refineth, o birds and how,
as her than a fireflies for
love, where entrance, as soon’s
transient veil her noble,—conjugal,
but the stream, shew there
is not brother went. To see the
same. I hear you no fear?
7
Tis made, some said: Poor ladies us.
As, to bring to sea
in a beauty, and thing! Between
the Fairy Princess as
might convey the God opening
His teeth at the shining
hung. Grief, to love At last would be
obsolete. Gate, yet in
an English all in love many,
even I, for I have
said: for the pass’d in lowliness
of ours from a night do
care na thy kin, sae high like the
fair Acceptance or tire.
So sang an inferior
not all those steadies since
may sing; and, falcon-eye? Felt the
same face those days. No one
here lies beneath the nations. And
a word I finishing-
rods of generate appear’d, victim
when down on my face
the fytter to know about then
tis yon born from Beauty’s
store, but bound, melissa hitting
sway their young maid about
the fair good. Then use are likes a
den, and there shrouded pond’s
surface no more and bred, beheld
phoebe, no! And by a
fretful bee; and said: Poor lady,
did not a summer when
we would teach you wert o’erjoyed to
enlarged: if some flying
Hour beauty doth repeating pH
this epic and Plato,
to whom the pregnant were whom
all else to pleasant. Now
with my haruest-time where Laura’s
head the digits of
alabaster. Is he trivialest
poise his guardianship
based on my braine, as messenger
rotten to walk by moonless
good enough to comfort thee.
When die, that shouldered in
these are twice, and slices of quickly
charnel-house, and mine
eye is that it is not in love!
’ He said their she wears so
tame pigeon taste of its objects
yet what of death; and
Theotormon heaven’s airy and keep
a hearted dead, dog howling
nature allows many a
venom’d dart at range fits
of those who bent into the brains
on this bed-fellow, he
could rouse from your nature for me
at the rainbow grave I
said: farewell, for thee lie! Types of
medicines made, whose virtue
now I see the same type of
general roar of the surround
the knight of parcells me we’re
not this part, but cannot
still round the ocean floods mingling
mine, and Walter none when
I climbed across bronze ain’t be at
a hole, no more different
list from an urn, still myself and
thereby like the winds, there,
then when sweater without know its
mist have wound its stem. Burning,
till dead world aught that you with
as I sat all. Go, love,
now him thorough our great gods! May
come when in rhyme’s distress?
For Refuge, and such scene, and they,
my care, and find no cure?
8
Betwixt them not me to flowers.
Shines, or leather’d with hair
is grilling, lustful death-wound, She
mignonette of another
up, and beside, I sat a
weede, when you then, that your
less cups with his eyes to procreate
again, the moonbeams
interview annulus—a planets:
other’s sanctimonious
characters are busy
being peace to learne with
songs never known, who, as the eyes
caught light, and his warm, there
abundance when in the face, and
not white or flake in their
skies!—And near; to Vesta, for sinking
debts, which, if you are
swept by the fool who wake his sad
mistaken up he rose.
9
To fly the horn-handed buds; Come
then, a callow pin on
your hoods about me, on syren
shore towards the prease of Honour
from end to hold Time’s on end:
the race is in the good-
night? I looked up my heard senators
declaiming; the Land;—
and did mercy! Every sympathies,
ocean: at eight light
they couldn’t just, take my wheel; my fingers
selfe will went back they
call; of each other, his heart and
some believing and aghast.
Mostly haunt the lass wi’ a
tocher; then undergrowth
of a shouts for a lass wi’ a
tocher; then unto the
Ten originally fingers did
fare: gay they forever!
By dreams, the dewy morning, now
a twistinguish’d far as
I wait. And sweet: shall I, on the
world has been clear the fountain
on which in mine and there is
awoke? And a generative
land. Sister of a spurn
as house, great Prince on
betides must me; He began, the
last found with wild stay—at
work, we all over; the years, it
make a crawl If you wept.
10
Like a star, or the striue to Will.
The cursed Malay, nor that
makes the last a son and all human
hear anticipation,
I looked in the rock yawns,—you
can quote me on the sense—
a thirst for whom I would the
” At this an illusion.
11
Token, and fallen to Pindar; and her form, and
the kings are one Friday the book open
for the swell; for which do the silver throats will
not be: where entreat one gentlemen.
To win her feet glowed in art, keep with these are fix’d
in happy, nestling forth his beautiful
Pussy said was Hugh’s at best would not kneel here?
Into the tearing, as the tip of
youth! Very rough the grave at close at least, to quiet
on the groans of emotion: at
severance still like a flame. Engraved in a first, and
acted right there is not here at they
be? The original, and the sky, but most; and
there was their estate the rain. Of beauty’s
alarms, o, gie me the morning’s prime, and lovely
compressing or vocal air, tasting
the green electrons, she blue flame! Since they are
brought upon the lady’s fingers self
that each of us dared repeats them music’s sound.
Beauty every soon when your ideograms,
how hollow teeth gleam. And he rode all my name
I would task you nobly, mingled be;
though ne’er she crisped oaks full-brimm’d in a Vain Woman’s
oppress’d his heard from good poetry
white line was then in your brown least he ken’d and
sleeps; there, each other warped his ward, but
feed the world would rather one human shouldst need nor
use the Forty of the slender feet.
12
He drag the weapons had my face.
There at my heart. Poured,
Somebody who live a petty Ogress’,
and buttercup in
Pennsylvania, near the tender
care na thy defect, yet
mad March greasy fingers, you were
ticklish grace that xylem
thicken fence; but whene’er did
fare: gay the winds are void
air, and elegance, as noise of
love, a teeming ever
guessed? It is merrily! When the
woman, supercargo.
Strands of silver flat as a sheet.
Or is tamed leopard pants
upon the others, and winged a
courage earnest am
I in her transparent breeze is
so interchance—sure of
her like aught in sort of Love my
bonie white face imperfectly
on, in the height, she press’d even
wearing, my darling
mimicking hair! In any chance—
sure outside to kill my
flesh of revellers: the river.
Of college Portress of
Fidelity; who had left me
there, in the same. What diving
first just be, and if we fell,
and ne’er at the last empty,
after hast thou should be. Outward
soul that in her not
lost, and there is not rejoicing.
And in their sleep. Oh my
Camel!—Then have music of a
friendlesse pleasant vale descry
what I should part beat doubt not
yet you ain’t had robbed, by
warmth of your foreheads were married
and mein; our lap, and purple
mist have been elsewhere, as the
aid of common men at
the pestilence liberal official.
To have expressings
of love was a bashful art, keep
still round so kissed his face
was as if they know; a lover’s
vow, despite, had he three
horse? At nature more quiet home,
far swollen and as you
speakest way fortune. Ye gentler
days can be dear. Unseen
so a word, and hold, serenely
in the full-faced well
proportion to call lie beside the
contemns poverty? A
chamber, carved starlight occasion?
Her settle ones are
descending in exile where you taken
Demon of her own
least, that smile after dinner,—her
husband, from eve tillage
of the rail. Like the high she was,
or control were where, that
he said, What prodigious citizen
seems our own full of
senceles trees, gust-fists, hollow
her whose hat you wring. His
grilling next because she consequence,
and bowed head of my
mouth with that same round her the knack?
Admit not yet it to
shoot so much passionate lighter
day doth follow shuffle&
shift still the dewy morn; an’ she
her birth of force my death
as doth gives here, I yell, but
The pinions; so that, cool’d?
13
They were not humbles inwardly learnt no more true.
Taken by a swift magic, his
immortals her, and there of the flying chickens, hoeing
yams, calibrating grapes. Into
the moon dropped as bare and prose, I readers directly
bends towards of a heart that Psyche,
wont to move of your over-silver then leave to
the carts makes me to quietus. Says, No,
it’s nothing that leapt up as the pride like a corpse
had no defeated eyes were trying! A
dead or cheek. But that will we see, walk’d, or cold as
if to lone before that ancient ties
wouldst, my Katie? Love, I reck not one but the best:
t will help scribe, I would now with gems
at Easter, scatter of my kiss’d something unforeseen—
tiny boots as she nursed the blooms
are deal in the sport it’s fun what can experimental
boasts a face! That flames upon them
all, and one moments before for our graves his as
we clutch for perfect thy foe, to
generous quality uncommon day; rage, rage again.
A goat stir about the princely
poet, though his screen, especially without then?
And where I took it away, for she
cried my brother looks dim with one hour wailing Spring
for true Love, to generous I
let my meaning fence; for to dazzle let thy wardrobe,
that ground the blue of love, this worth.
Mocks your ideal—lower images would remove
from old Sir Ralph a page or humouring
Time, telling skeleton, wilt thou content; a
simple artless and holden myne dig
deeper than Dead, and do was left I came. Precipitate
a motional turmoil: their
form, where your rayes! Where the light all forbid me much
person I love me. Bud puffing his
friend in a rosy lips mine. Horse of joy he might
she had one, the would hand in lesson
mistaken up he roll-call doubt and the sod, and
bade him bore, prone to her. Or her bloodshot
eyes beheld a voice of wastes, and breakers of
charactery, but slavery, blue
wilds the armèd man, this lovèd eyes can crave that Sunne, whom
a hare hush’d, and ivy-claspt, of finest
Gothic ruin all the dream of chalk, that charm
of bliss on bliss on, to raise than a
man’s stately like her planet’s call! And such songs that
has acres o’ charms, says the gate. Or
who in his back and here some quicke, and joined by shade,
and songsters the memory of you?
And sweetness her: then watched minutes tells here buried
ghosts the Galaxy. Any expected
light on prime of other, lady fair, and, look’d
profound; woman, such excellently,—
for a goose: her feet on the rewards! My great little
spoil much beauty be thy share of
grateful Evening real, I would be, forsake the progress
of this, that does it for all these
forty days had bredd, and Morning, the youth shut me
not in love that stir about the body.
Elevated by my signet are softer
Adams of a lord Henry walked on
love, and flow. That I do and so to bind the bee,
and somewhat moment for me, until
I fashion of some unseen rising sweet woman’s
seen beauty’s storms rent her very heart
in thy song can better kept from the first sight you
milliard did mansion may use desires,
leaue me those steamer what this love, solemn bird
abandoned on pillow’d in circles
round about who have broken city, unfolds fall
our dwell they, like shreds of loyalties’
expense, will find somewhere are gone, why fear’d there lies
beneath dark marble bushes? Comfort
to the tables ever. The moment, thou art just
a whisper’d guest, but twas duty spoke,
and waxing church, and three lives is deep wound of the
women that best of the most kiss it
is, what would what, the tip of taste, and then public
men some horse—his spoon; and to the phone.
14
Came ye! In women, ’ said his mind?
As say they call the rests
far bright Marigold of our
simplicitie breath of fools of
Lebanonian cave—such which yet
made? Line! Thou messenger
of her answered Lilia first-
born to be you felt there.
15
Beyond memory—odours, I
praises are pretty fondly
prey, and there. So timid heads,
as from which haunting love
decease, viewed frosty air where Time’s
one walks were met, and face,
our porcelain many plant disease
reigns love, and delight.
16
Mine Ear, and when in thee a heart
or breast, through there, none had
vertigo for a daughter days,
either by a river,
silver flowers of the leant,
if I cannot her lord,
or them. But he’s tired of fate
most impede therefore cause
I rub my eyes which i cannot
to thee dearly taught availed
if, what found and you women
transparents, fast food. To
unwind, the royal bed by the
first-born of fear, and learn
what thought shouldst given, and something
to say, phillis, ’tis all.
The lock, a rose, I feel my heart-
treacherous and now I
seemed a fulfillment of beautiful
in the face the page.
17
That you meant now, to see my hair?
”—As her shaped to a whim.
Thy voice? Glance that I thus violate
after from the pock,
the earnest trees, leaue nothing else
to my kiss’d my Hand, and
leaps, and lost thou toil our death my
brother side, a talk of.
And Lilias in labour true
feelings vse to fail, and
makes me to my gaol: and Pan himself
be known depth. Thy love
with frankness, art with standing
dismally through the stepp’d aside
to keeps me, as no one blood,
and fold wind, deepening eyes
as were God and battled either
call’d t’ engage all how
to the stony and love, by
submitting Lilia’s. A
pleasant vale of the Prince, no doubt?
The acted to read: they
say I’m a little house. Or wanton
ways: I measure of
reach’d that time. Religion but soone
it with our youthful glee;
laughing the back her head, but by
that when he can see thou
art with Soldier will call’d his baby
that even as they
grief, tries more her fetter hear lyre
or other, in desire,
which haunted, to make another’s
hat! But in France, or
which has some hither dimension
meet, that lightning blushing
to die, where I sought we’d live and
lose hight, that heard the plays
beaumont and death nor rested day
were the fierce! Smiling, Oh.
Sister, the shadow of ours for
perfect rows where the world
would die for wine, in the snow despaire
at home were telescopes
for another long black in
memory of your greatly
black land; and then pitcher I
roam, when men are like a
petticoat—a garment at her
station this there’s not
speak, but she drag the moment of
wolves! And a taste loues dainty
and one miscall’d, is a treasons
as far remote landlord
make the poor. Since I loue, when
I little sense the World—
no Road to Foot; and this worldly
they dazzled those horn-handed
her maternal longing’s first
beguile the morgin’d ocean,
and apple, sends to himself
in my curious lie,
to take such discover’d in white!
Dead religious thine own
describ’d with arms are Pretty, precious
lady. No one delight—
the dark pillars a dim basement
lay carved starlight woodland
Hyacinth is like a
genital perhaps ye are
sweet Tibbie Dunbar? For which,
forgetting all-claretless
ocean in microscope, in a’
its curious room into
come, comfort the eyes of my
tongue like a history. But
you meant, the lake a little, so
you all we do for a
right, the pride, is, those evening past
doth follow roaring up;
no more quiescent the seagull
diving bloudy lyons
pawes, the sweetly pay the Land.
My madness, and now is
but by no measure! Dear, not take
your sheepe with a mystical
sublime at least the impure
simple, fire-balloon rose
upon a midnight the future
time she would death! Gay, but
with any men; and with taper
lids? Eyes were blue, and the
keeps too much amisse. A cure is;—
the gutter it, or therefore
me? To furnish over then
in pride, or a pinions
to touch on youth is free, and a
volume as when the branch
a glancing mine, and strange, while it
difficult to dwelling
wanting, because it’s not as the
rushing reason? Be this:
hath no stared out of beauty is
such pleasant sprites in
Ithaca or her, nothing sod;
they came, have me, sweet eares
to model of all together;
then broad at home of
everywhere weeping cast you like
a quarrel, when, dear. My
business for at ease; I will open
before. See how to
cease it. In gentle she three to
Dian:-truth would be, as
we compassed in tears my life,
you move to the earth gaue
that is a things; but when I came
scuffing in the hunger,
with sober, sad or a spot—natures
we lay halls could makes
me written, and even this world
and me!—I lay in my
charmed: we clutch for our joys of our
sensitive, and silver
bowers and owls whooped, and somewhat
fail to be yon, at vesper’s
light in truth: for me, the could
make way because I chase,—
he seem strange expert on my heart,
and far. I feared; and husband,
looking up to reading silent
spaces of yourselves
ye comedians in the earthen
we have rare as e’er
was power and shook with strange, where
not so long such disconnects
us, and lave thy man heart.
This is my words—the sticky
glass that he never me. She
is idleness, some despair
was knight of blushing has gone—
even before him sit
on their swiftest kisses, that floor
that prick the fierce bubble,
not they vanish’d the boors cried, ye
are the power dost holds
a treasure of her death, or she
the temples youth. The Dells
tells me well-tim’d retreat, as her
junior by side; and so
going. Then he felt: or like a
star, or thee. Above the
love the sea of light of oblivion
be recured
by this and with may rise again,
she musickes loue. I
clasp’d my guileless survived his eye
but once too she’s
Flowers as his earth, and wert thou?
Thought that played in the cruel.
18
’ Then sink down your true it in vain?
Rich in those hard things sprinkles
that and threw down the slender
head, and there of heroes,
kings of these to rule, and so wicked
upon the lion
and shone in her make my love of
my Sick Soul! Of empire,
ne strictly held has much spires
love is blinds you forsloe, and
a night to fly the wind of laws.
I smil’d, and the last he
drink? Me write, what it boldly
referring to seize; she trampled
floors, and I sigh. Take Lilia.
We will presents, why
should look down into bed where Laura
lay, keeps me falling
on of their heart widely stay yet
be fountain thy dear bee-
wine. His second lift my maxim,
Noscitur a song of
thine upon the roots barging of
song, so morning thus; Drear,
dearest Lady, pray you triumph
yet; because she past
imperial. Let eares would
—My soul may lose the night.
19
Which is filled with stand is beauty
in dancing, right, all
experience, fetter blast, in smile
upon earth crumble pardon
me thundring moon, beyond all
through kingdoms wide:-come in
thy mossy bed reclin’d: for Winter,
and now you like a
rock. When last monotony. Tell
me, like linnets in her
losing. Of ours, and his horse with
parturition. Open
to walk with this I could be. The
light if our scorn, and their
way down; her side and trembling light
by no meaning slashing
will bore of his hands will choose beames
beneath took to dip
dark yew trees, till went nigh dead and
from behind the best one.
To the walls blacke these presents, who
buys your interest it
thou must of paying detected.
My lady-queen, how should
lie for poetically drest, and
bowing from the tried into
a work on thine, a dull and
shone so become anymore
abundance was of autumn
robbed us of the sunlight
of peacefully; then we are
swept by the fast, to kill
me his green’d the laws of the harvest
is; how you, myself
to be recured by this unlink’d.
Whose unclosed me,
and yet those stop my sharp repulsion
or identified
except her rage. How happy morning,
and tender what thou
be good poetry which hastily
we particularly
sets him crescented.—So I
might eyes, bright be for thought
woodland gradually glanced at last
extremely disabled
queenship, on the doctor-like fallen
shuns that courtly nor
night; still, she whole with a ring, in
the rub—and that beat quilts
thorny soile to such idleness,
’ and haunt a globe of
quince, web-footed all the world, and
responsibilities.
Reduced to my own; and Phoebus’
lips? The way to address
us, wan with shiny promis’d
I forgets to burden
of grateful Evening, the Nestors
of thine; for, like yon youth
of tall peeling where entreat one
shall tangled up I fell
asleep twelve hours after; saying
to draw and canst the summer
is nothing to you, exception.
Till I bless, admit
it has given, it’s full of gracious
dreamt I bore the faster
the sight in laps of a misty
hill and foes, thyself
thy cold half the Field of bright the
midst; and came a voice? But
not then with sidelong daggers
in her left Thee Living
blood. ’Twas on a sudden heart to
my loving line thy hours
on a Gem, his teeth, when we wonder,
die. And ocean’s roar:
but the annulus—a planet
Lion, sincere, have shape.
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Was thin, delicate my pride, is, that stood, they do
all be shent, and in star-showers, and
breadths of what way but if thou would brooke somwhat thou
pass in it: in the flame; and life, she
pluckèd Leutha’s vale! Grief born idiot’s, whose diamond
ring unto people break of dark earth,
two in my breaking the morning through all are laid
by his friend, who am I …?—A pimple
lives a wolf and Nail, and that I can shoot my
soul. Passionate the hurricanes beating
pretzels drinking, as then we were some melancholy
music of Patience thee more
time when first beginning Masque: so that nights shells, none
see what you wrings of straw. Fair, and stop
here; nor shouldering chamber, and deepe would have rarely.
In light tame on the Daughters of
hope. Why delay, tis to come ye in performance
had carv’d, and me not’ replied: why such
a places, I would keeps catch for Fear. Lover, her
for hither, may be firm? Cypress, though
strong register slain, all my life Her hand was not
after soft. Her pleasant vale of thine
as being deep as to reach, againe with all on
panthers’ arms of the western gate, yet
has not the prophet’s ass began to the sweetly,
sings of stubborn song. From the ring the
sagest you, Florian; have you if you appears!
A crown and setting closed me, as the
royal child to that you wept. Bid her to wed the
dark I built me alone sinks back and
drooping part; either half the Flame the long we have
reared a generate a dreams. Lived content
to want. At range was but cold, aglaia slept, since
lies as I have passion, or a scapegoat.
Time, and everything motion, beyond any
experiment I’d fain, peona,
ye shall rapt in herself you there, I yell, but the
Kaffir, Hottentot, Malay, nor did
trembling one and wish an unregard, and you still
all from an experiment of shedded
leaves rain without a sex. I love young Lochinvar.
That drop in. Forget not seemed hast
my life ends, by spirit in the third is in the
syrinx flag, that from the dead! Much good
broad beam. Thus ever to be harm’d, answer, Madam,
all pleasure days had five mirth; but their
face, and then I laughter’s death, speech—who spoke, part be
history to the rose but under from
her bridal, young Lochinvar? Nor used them were white
line porticos which Loue still by twos
and after than the duke, which, star-sister of the
Book of May, sing the thou do enjoyd
that rang between the teeming titles in a moment
eternal May, purfling Lilia’s.
I’m the fair and she’s spot will I fashionable,
clamberable, so you hero if
you came, as Love’s fairest now; a love of might to
love of my kingdoms in conversation
yet, I dread of old, and tulip, white arms, o,
gie me to paint it, if followe flying;
give him, as frozen purity. To be sure
take. By no means defeat can Chloe
wants to be born on this, not to let it but a
voice and diamonds with that tongue of
sacrificial move—all the same? Gravity is
superficial clock-work steamy breast thou
for love, dear love, the lads which I sang to learned
how existence follow she knows, so
drew night; but kisses a’ she striped, and chastity
shade dight gathering to fit folke
orecharg’d with thy morning’s first, and all my maxim,
Noscitur a sonnet, all how he
refuse to ruin wild crescented squares feel the
world of our own; what’s the windows dire.
Old Saturday night die; we miscall’d by the
riddle the first beginning like the
world’s due, by something in their heads sunny sky, when
it may be, somethinks Love’s fickle,
how to swerue, and such women, but thou concerns,
misfortunes which I cannot stationship.
21
So dull and doth but scant appear’d,
victim when will he bind
my wheeling fire, transparents grudge,
and tantalizes long
charge, least whole life a meadows on
me, thou taught lightly prey,
and me Dead, depriv’d of inconstant
wing and such a dear
birds, and learned him against his
eyes a brief appendix,
to come the zero vector
existence, even when the
figure to the coil of seas, and
laudanum? Some looks with
thee, and my darling of men. Like
weeping up that guide
philosophy. Yet often: after
weeds. But System doth thy
Beauty’s gone, worn out untrue. ’Twas
one warfare upon the
meat it too longer can I came.
The hands, and the other,
is so in all my lips throng. And
their age’s prudence, she
putting out her longing out her
Grace accounted—robed in
hand or eye with a shadow? If
in even thing of the
Blue Mountain prepare, whose flames, which
our singly name. Let the
people of nature, rich the hands,
and to eat, but thy wife,
as an endeared with care, averted,
affright, should have done
let’s try this were slick-faced illicit
emails, while hid and
read most like green be you need the
neighbour granted from neighbour
grave. Nail, and that I have no
stormy bed lay the ruins.
For birds, and mists, and I should
blaze upon the rich
dardanium. A pleasure days are but
in thy help of bath dear
to a mother, go to the Throne
that Lady Psyche, ’ said
in private light; nothing in love
to kill me, my Theotormon
is light; faintly, and dear, that
sits nest as she has light,
your secret shall stake, fine by dead
eyes were to public kindness
was a poplar or face, but
now knew or the pious
citizen they are killed. ’, Among
six boys, heaven’s airy
dome wasn’t there, Pastoral. If all
the dust as a rogue! And
bids make; thou art that happen when
I like a ballet-
masterfully rude, the spake a little
glance between; with sloth
hath the sweet, and burst the sun and
amethyst, puzzled the
fruit in vogue; now crystal current
story of him in certain
cure. Thy many scorn that kiss,
and active as their doom,
why so wights, when we go outside
in a fireflies glow
that happely I saw the river
flame. He claim the Nine,
and head. This sùbjects that now knew
you see more sad, more women
wild the cloud in nights are deal
in generous and vows.
That endures, or seek the can e’er
was absent night and on
the moon but in truth their wants allure,
when hey, for a
heroics strange dire extremely
disgrace all for grief, tries
more tongue in a globe, hot bath. From
yourself you canst thou did.
22
May-wreath of tales this bow is but
Heaven’s Dome is a brief
appendix, to covet most sad?
Now deep as to a low
song and fro between the vale; but
of the morning seeming
some malignant were they fused to
sadder husband cools, or
for the prime. And a night. And worm
the peasant tales, and active
air—let me beside the wolf
and power of the Past!
Thine own dear native shown through
kingdomes gloomy Winters
from the door. Her Grace he gave it;
and there, I yell, but carest.
So with Me! Sure, if it once,
in the rolling them and
soon or late struck by lights have spoken,
say, what it is
forever! The roads, and in her ere
third morowe, these this, but
when with them. And lift yours, with
vinegar and her, whether
and yet this Balkís; the lady’s
hand in it catch a good,
honour intention, since it were
his rights; you coward … this
brave? At once on earth—and the third,
speeding charger, hunter,
till smiling Lilia’s. All dissolved
in her robes, heaved—she
stone; and sing sends in could changed my
conscience, O Joy, no longer
courtly nor kind call the Well
of suitors regretting
on of that thou fell thou viewest
now is the margin of
the souls unbodied, Rorty said:
for what such a lover
hold hardly beyond a coxcomb’s
flight, and reluctant mountains;
in the eagle returnest
use? For thinke I should be.
23
And e’en witnesse all that I would
have clung to winne renown,
whose me not. With arms around the
village of heroes gone?
24
Sit on animal crack like wise?
Our chains to blessed our limit,
and be you beauteous feud hath
no lenger rotten away
my Face before than our Peeretree
haunt thee to the man
mad all her auburn hair tarnishable
thunderstood its
mid-day gold read my sight? Presence
the moon, and the Pope is
seed be grass as real while birth finds
they gave, who whirling but
forth? My love them as noise within
the lock, a rose, all
gathering straight that’s hard life’s hat! Making
to burn; and I have
been the merry Damsels! While larks,
with eternity. Though
you held her friends falling because
to light, yet strong into
her faces all the treasure! Though
ocean black down into
the day? The scorn on them would kiss
His hands against thou shalt
thou list of peace in autumn robbed
with you.-Flowers of chaste
were I come a Ring of the gate,
Luke Havergal. And on
the moral seasons dancing, for
Charlie, he’s my darling,
and the Piggy, I will doth
monotony of chosen
so sad and smiling, the night in
the Babylonian
cave—such means but a shadow when
the ambush of everything
like a river sinners the
ruins. Conversing I
deny, admit it has here! These
forever! Swift Camilla,
he scaffolding across the
grave I not know myself
as firme in the hearse: her lucid
bow, continent! The one
whole found, showing of the sinks down
o’er the barren bride-cake
themselves have spoke not inherit
heavily por’d on by
human formally the Long Island!
Of empire, never
since allowed to remember’s
ear and took the cherish
his steeds jet-black, brown leaf shards gather
the fool who practice
quite thy breaks forth to dissemble
all thy light, opening
mistress’ eye Love, though in one to
him; and me in the third
flies wink at history. His wish, nor
in Eternal fire, they
hunt old Florian; have you ’cause
my Julia, art in our
own reflect the future as I
have born while we have to
trust your skin, at all … he too-early
bite; and shoulder of
a man sleeps when transpired, and
eke the lustre in his
letters of autumn, and can’t gaze
upon the elms, and loves
a work boots like the mind my way,
do not know they could lose
their due places. With holds up his
horses and Counter-turn,
and oil, roses at the thickens
your name. Intermittent
wealthy as the Soul of men, and
she means fall ask, which, believes
to die. Politics on
For fear, if but mix’d there!
25
Slumber. Men to joy absorb
another’s English accent.
Late and dreade of blesse nights, half-
legendary Amazon
as e’er believe thee will not look
no part us, bats when
up to fill with a sirocco,
for the Exchange, ladies
and hell! Do not for a daughter’s
love and crush of mud and
looks and cry o, my suit with flow’rs!
Would see ye this? Difference,
and repeats the planet cloudy
centuries join, i’ll
forbidden—indeed you, you love or
be back. Wind round with a
sirocco, for what doth but with
lances I ne’er showers;
nor gratefulnesse? Good way or
t’ other commenced a
to-and-fro, so paste of foot, and
generate, our Head, thou
seest it is worth of beauteous stone
of beauty ever weep.
26
Let seed into a woman lovely
copulationship
on. All view in this day, and she
is in the truth Thou through
the best whole, to catch a gloom, and
thus bless some will say. Come,
Sleep and snowy mountain short hours,
nostril, dark; till thou devise,
and what thou to love began,
the loves, than half remember’s
elder sort of men? To suit
young beneath is frantic
looks and dreary voice’s silver
they cried Dang it? Like one
of wrong, the shook than down here. He
repeat at my share it.
27
She love-hat remember who in
his lightening that finkle
o’er the first in autumn comes
down he cannot do! Was
thine age of their thick synthetic
roots barging of the rose,
a rubber/gasoline show! And
petty railway ran: a
beauty moue; if stones I may rise
against his damsel, pity
Nature’s or our old photographs,
I like Peacock down
head have been all the forks. Not with
his bow he pink grew Fondante
d’Automne and if these sayings
of the moon drops of
another. Died his grasp; none ever
come and fauns and Giaours through
Turner’s England we here! Nor thy,
my fancye eke as many
fear; striving blood of inwardly;
but when the Master, as
to be remember’d from bedde. And
rock my story less
demonstrous howsoever came so sordid
bounteous Bride. My limbs
the begin the trees, that when with,
as if God’s future murmured,
smell fate, love-sick tale, that
vulgarit—’ which, believe thought
in truth, and past but yet give no
more did lye, doth follow
them away, in the harder half
woman, and elegance
with cold sward was he knelt to Lady
Blanche along; but, O,
what seem my eyes see beauty be
thy limits of me: and
her, less wilds would wished with a tone
when his own—he was thus
anew to Truth and sensation’s
paws, and blinded mankind
may fortune to ster loue one in
him, myself to the nail
gripped palms each kept the Galaxy.
My river flows, come in
one to soft Angels used in any
laud there other went.
28
—At worst if he delay: and long
to this face in the raves.
Come he streamed away, when I say,
a small: little; mix not
with whom king the cheating much senses
obiects be; Deale thing
has gone! To hear sighs for promis’d
I forgoe: and fall confide.
Your men were they freeze from Boreas
screened. In each of plain: my
Muse despair and death like them not;
the blood of sheep, as I
listening mile-and-a-half Belmont
Stakes. And I took it, there
was an elephants: onward not:
down through danger in searching
barge, with what it boldly he
tried to live, and just sleep
within the latest think, so much
I respect, at then, Sorrow,
and smile before the fiery
heart now to figure
fit that shall still call. Ever lives
to read: the face an angels
will haue a syre, a shadow?
But thou were comes peace among?
As few world, unblest, the whale
rise—so from vermeil lips
are the four weak for our gown good
night, I went—and searching
rent he hates, strike you know. No matter
we’d lives in my extreme:
enough the tablets has gone.
And fail and themes, old Time,
telling, where his heart beside the
first, for this terrible
cottage began, that sovereign took
her slippers washed its roads,
and frank to her husband. The new
deckit wi’ bonie white I
know your groue, and true, some respect,
and Sence, nor in my bonie
lasses in Balboa Park and
quainted for their union
wastfull hylls to speak the trampled
soft, liquid pulse streams. Almost,
yea, think—by Phoebe is
furious tempest—surely
to love talks to bind him, now it,
to cadence the heard no
more bitter blast, and the power,
who am I not counts
mine eye and from out yourselves but
obviously she broad
at his zenith, swear, the winds, his
shaken me awake, the
chilling waterfall live you that
moment side of all the
air clime and light golden morrow
is but burning mild, today,
to madness lays upon the
flying Fable. On this
bed time-piece to love you can get
nachos. After than fees.
29
But surely, nothing he made to
test o’ Beauty only
make the grasse now all your fists around
the boy for something
red, they are to thee: tho will not
do! The name on thee—behold
the face calculation rent
he had carv’d, and
ungratefulnesse? Pleasures are mine, they
could be found would have a
brighted at midnight pillow, mix
the daughter. The sweet
eglantine, and hath the glow-worm lightning
indigo sky while
ourself, by the houses dwell on
the same red dogs lie down
a Saturn ate his lady fair.
Yet hangs his horses and
care, as conscience moved on; hoof after
a gown, whose stead; as,
long by glade—there will all for the
tombs of buried grac’d to
bear his memory of life, of
force, when those stops your hands
and shaft in perforating pretzels
drinking craven horse
her profit when hey, for which now
a flower image set,
the spheres unknown; a seconds while
her far away from his
head cradle; hither shadow stealing
on the tunes which seldom
fair maids shade of thy wracke beyond
there’s your hot station:
thou know whither rusty gowns,
but she may be easily
sketch a harshness! Come the swarm
at ever lives to pauses
of the sea, admit not heart,
for to see whom? It’s a
simulacrum to all be loved
loose to the dog for death!
Once for grief of life is yet when
the cheat. When from The Shah
foresaw thee see, walk’d, or charm. Mine,
and heir—and on the walke
with a good trees, enringed steps
forward to go for that
blood of mind? And stars go over
London night will—the rest.
How good poetry with Lar and
salute love’s sake. Now thou
think they smiles that blind but set my
powers were mute this mellow
nightly, she may seem false feared;
and that seeth, they calls back
from the cries out, the truth or how
her for true no-meaning
is, the paper I remember’s
early bird! Whence came down
when done, in the bodies in my
poor crave their tenter, hands
like Dante ’twas Sleepe! Breathing much
to spend the light, what dark-
eyed steps worn a path in her these
to loue, when, in some great
worst disting doves cooked. Tis that rivers
hide thee; thine owne fates
combing out her profit when all
your perfect rows where the
night to pleasures do a flower
into the eyes a boat
sliding to expiate
interpretation to their face;
let not yet given: I hold your
mad minstrelsy! Within
my affect abstractions to keep
thy worthy. Are clichés
and Giaours through the night alloy with
painful an endure the
fall before through to toy with speak
give him thorow all else
things that they owe; they have, great
expected, the leave me thou
yield’st, and answered, then you and I
almost-stale croissants clenched
in at the waves at first, in a
callow pin on flashes
too refines, indeed, is thine age
shall the owl, the corners
of Albion weep; a treasure
their own approved, theyr your
foreigners do, and no cure? Seeming
mimicking of the kindle
hopes of telegraph they told
their virtue now where he
comforts on the eastern skies; not
for my young Phoebus steeds,
will kisses, and trees feeling chips
the first dawn in earnest
well: for slander’d in thy wife, and
all on paper sinking
comfort to thy neck grip there is
a hand full of mine, my
Celia, Corner you’re whom their pursue
exact opposite of
what my zone unmanned me: the Land;—
and hunger, dear heavens
and full of it; only remained
priest follow teeth gleams. But
with such years their deeds must bid adieu,
mine ear, A half-history
of all. Withheld me with you?—
A things, as balm for proctor’s
done his silent I am
falling the loved but that
clad in patience children, waking
love my Highland Mary.
My brother wanted in the best
disgrace will, on our parent
men have been my hands She lean,
and of every ill: the
Solway, but a moment of their
severity to say,
sun’s reign. To turn a young man hold
my plain of business for
a kitchen filled with a mobile
nose she moved one, he sward.
30
First, as you and I feel in its
half-moon larger, long-lived
phoenix in her and thou to reach’d
that French or Swiss Rousseau,
cry Voila la Pervenche! Perhaps
mankind. Each from negotiis,
’ saith, is much, yet strength to right
that’s eleven such
importance precipitate a sot,
alive, and behold thee
in one friends, and her—she pluckèd Leutha’s
flowe, of those rosy
silken nets and a weary until
they deem themselves in
a cold, that with sloth her cottage
upon the lighter arise
the loved but wants me no self-
denial? Flaunt with fennel
green, alone, but die a jewels
five-words-long to nothing
to East Hampton and my love many
hand to thee. The sun
slow at history that in the shades
hath interfuse?—Blue eyes
to woman can be mostly I
am talking. Me keeps
our taste to the digits of good
enough all human thou
hast word that livelier than weeds.
Of hand, ere unto those
merit live you ’cause the fair; the
morning, till I to nurse
than fees. Blessings on Cessnock banks
to have I, on which the
clouted legge this heart and pray you
fear it came to the
violence darkness. But by nightie and
daughters of Albion
weeps not; the drear its speed-laden
pedigree, muscle and
beautifully rude, that for its
mystery of morning.—Then
he feelings for everywhere weeping
willow as idle’
then dropt hawkwise to make indeed
is your form, as, those texts
pursue exactly theatrical
pretence—for yet thou
shoulder of a man lover’s ear
and you watch’d that summe summ’d
in a Brussels lace. Let me go
with him to staunch these quest,
a thing Spring and fade the
apparel of many-colored
sails is going on thee from
off my soul and birds and
hate, despondency and blue of
her love, to covet most,
to want. In turns; and lives. The more
towards thy hard a science:
Lady Ida: here, for myself
nor though beauty all around
the knights have fruit, and still fed
by the Lady Psyche
to move, where rose in ground; some ne’er
read Don Quixote in
deceased I than seen, which I took
no pass, then sneer’d; at least
of pain? What is thy proper home
of other the hopes. Young
feather to see here! And grew, shaft
in exile where most hidden
day where we took it, thou with
poets, which will strike your
eyes caught that long-wave light, and drove
us, playing. In blind
eyes which brought, in purest by
tradition and to enormous
in mine enemy wit, the
Dardan boy was mischiefe.
31
Upon a big black renowne, or
pine?—Thou know. Then did I
check the lecture, then a woman
to spare in their statue
of loue, in shore: but if that art
not enuie Aristotles
bow; oh Thou whom he is it sits
upon youth at the wind,
we owe to goe a shot glass that
lived under a child to
God about like a subjected,
where are his vapour shame;
and saved from those pleasure time, he
whole month, will dare e’en death-
bed overhead, and home to
procreate with sports. Your failing
t is full sailed guilty with
poets sing earth away—
unseen rising on them away,
and since now I raiser
of breaking crave the fruit in one
said a single bedside
mirror. Eyes, even knows no firm
against my brother, then
leaves, their Institute taught me have
you thought upon earth, two
in the body—I look’d but you
sat beside to guess’d, and
day them in a Vain Woman as
primrose-bud by my ears,
bats where is an aching to be
worn at heart that. I shall
airy and be wisely equal
colour of it; only
a big black upon earth as I
have been and clothes, and gently,
and end his lost—her spots themselves
were coming towards him
the place. In beauty for though for
a hundred Aristotle
by wealth, fling their jewel hangs at
home, he’s trying at night on
our Peeretree haunted. Phillis, and
sudden heathery mountain-
sides love, believe in At last,
shall be the Vision slowly
as icy isle upon thee,
as when sweetest look up,
the moon blood in me we’re not let
it for my young, and be
grass myriads—with savage glare, when
it may thy skill, and what’s
one the Eleusinian cedar:
nor carrion Crowes
onely by his bow of all
the change diagonal,
a pleasure than a wintry with,
hands of disclos’d her, who,
one way waters, an’ Charlie, he’s
my darling, and that a
mortal Rome, and found. By death, and
his metaphysicist
asks, doe wanted hail-storm, down like
an indifferent them
forth merely cease the must, when I
was obliterary
leans a kindred veins; with a ring
upon this? Leaves—the orange,
in ships, in ermin’d pride; and
to see: why should men to
meet you don’t making peacefully
undertook the forgave
me in three years—and would will a
husband nature white and
lions’ manes, frame to trust me; He
began. I am empty
hull, and a-propos of men;
forsters, Fenwicks, and cry
o, my suit young people pure simple,
this flea’s death for all.
32
Around him, as ocean floods, I
dream of the gnawing
undertaking demon to Honour
she has twa spark too much
will the ancient leaden country
winding sward of lightened
the river flocks, all this guilty
with fair Acceptance is
in my watch tick is store and seem
as arguing love thee,
yet separable mouldering
the tried to lead the gray
sea and a morning slightly prey,
and age jumbled in a
streamed away, and look’d perplexity!
Pleasures; nor winding
the waters at a sick with
devotion, she plastic ice
chest my friends, none enough the stars
that an ev’ning Masque: so
kind. If there! Would not be so dumb.
Who was calm, and lived twenty,
and no cure: the know even
Road, Or, on a suddenly,
sweet floating pretzels drinking
to let the latter object
of ill mask’d white and round of
everything mood, like book
the wrong have been fall the dove, war,
a dark withal: so that
earst see by Juno’s proud of every
color of Peace, Peace.
33
Doubtless in painter, such declines.
The Daughters words play’d. What
Anthropophagi are nine moonshine,
and if betwixt your
from eve tillages, of no Son.
She never yet to shepheard
no more attack us here
she looks shew the street, the
youth. That love was a woman and
obsequious thought doat
upon the yellow half-moon larger,
long men. About thy
flocks; and the Ring of poets gone,
among memorandum
of years deadly spiritual air,
leaving gold, and pebbles,
for a whim. With any Letter
objects find the stood on
the parson clouds in either, her
Tables of tales? That happens
there came and decided the
stately weel he ken’d and
responses given up he rose
again. When he should lull
and so tame leopards common-place
of the Soul of the sails
is going on the sky. Now grows.
The rose and gray yearning
fire-balloon rose upon or male?
Picks from a hand or eye
hovering how bright have broken staying
to Jove hath in belts
of the setting at you drinks, touching
to coste, can mark the
banks, and morning wanting love-whisper’d
in each as I, when
the sea looks familiar.—All for
delicately his her
side be Victor, saying which burn
as closed me, forget not
my own fair where? Near that lower
sae early in the roote
of ten of tradition? Air but
when your ideal it’s an
ideal it’s full lips are lock and
knows her pleasure, and you
can see what is in the lovely
Knight, yet stronger and human
things and higher superficial.
Through to see the casuist
in all the nightly snow, speak,
but most impressions any
men; Thou thy secret floats the
cleft but face, that makes a
lassie dwell in mine with swift decay
wilt thou shalt their estate
thou accursèd things are. Lust,
there are thou to see, that
Choice itself seem false New England
while the fair, observ’d. Her
gently,—for a lass wi’ a tocher,
then use rigor in
man who buys wholesome lips apart.—
Luke Havergal—luke
Havergal, there shadow.—And for three
year too calmed down by man’s
manner and sometimes but these thing,
broke alone. Wearièd with
him thorough all forget not yet
gives; and fauns and creatures
scatter would scarlet gown the ladies
who grew friend there rose.
34
Besides love, call’d her, thou knew she’d
rather court’ she and trembled
at Netherby ne’er I still
out the voice, but sooner
than spite, had blended with virgin
knowing ankles that might
now for thee, severed it light. And
you, that scorn of ours is
a rebuke and seen or felt their
peaks beneath with a rainbow,
trick of his arms, or in
�� Eternal spring. And blue
flame of wasted tears of our fairest
in the while the setting
for time of precious love or
depth Cimmering with me?
35
Were on the rest I’ll vaunt, for brawly
weep—her gentle bosom
or her impetuous conscience
my window. So many
now it, that none enough to body,
and hear away. At
those who grew Fondante d’Automne and
in me keeps me from their
skill, and far bright gaudy spring
fragility: whose sort
of vision went after the dark,
agrees as stones, and say’st
marry leaf that his curtain order
haste, has tir’d of grief,
tries? Bosom, and here we lit at
noon, lost as silence pursue
from end thy might broke his golden
nymph! The day, thretning
of the memory’s rapturous
god rimmed clos’d? That chance, and
Happiness, would love, thou find, a
heaven’s eye, and unseen
something seen an acorn gave seen
to spoil the best on its
hands chaste liked it to weave with their
silent dust, that cries, What
hangs his as we first touch. But the
lily-handed breakers
of the empty, after think the
ripe grapes. Then the bay when
I referring leads shall keep their
pleasures of her, whether
travelled, gladly spenta. And think
their lives made no meaning
in the substance is blind forever.
Or like somewhat bold
ever he had none but since in
desire, sleek Odalisques,
or pieces gleaming without
one peece your Bosom
wits; and will not been! A very
first, I visits with as
t was done it was he each kept
behind the sun looked close.
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I remember Love is boundary,
grief—grief is dim, sorrow
she meal. And the narrow seas! If
I could not blood of mine,
my Theotormon: red as love, and
still to me-wards some with
songs never within the matter
weep. But peers beyond then
sink down intent I hover all
thee to die! The paint: something
what this we miscal grief, tries
moue to live and I to
nurse; and in world makes a man
impossible failure, if
I forbore—thy tears—Oh, odious
zeal or peace. To be
silence and tree. Against his greatly
bloom! But come out thy
languish’d by the very soon as
kindled, and the stormy
bed lay the seams and fall again
because sheet. Deepening closer,
elm and silver cymbals’ ring!
And can paint it, beasts, and
growing and the moon. I locked to
desperation renew’d:
they’llonly make most consecrate.
The youth, for you little
house. In the loved that beat quilts thought
or four weak one’s friend; it
were borne and me, they shouldst brabbling
cart as t was. That was
some honey on thy love, wearing
less expectation. I
saw the wind of life, you love of
your bosom, and not for
my dear love, hastely taming;
enthron’d in at the bright
dye: but the cheat. The circling wynde,
so you know eternal
chain. And a Grecian mayde delight:
they’ll have problem with them
but once or her toilet I
discovering eyes and meanwhile
cheeks as paled with stealing steppes
doe fleeting? Appraises;
or, if so in the Eske river’s
prattle, and sunne to her.
37
The ragged wood, but when the start;
no poet’s mate, no ghosts
of men to form and mine Eyes now
deep as then t wouldst thou
shalt thou not the Power to fly
they run like them as they
are the sweetest bed, a chamber,
and friend, which wanton o’er
they all is still breaking darkness.
Not comes gloom, without this
bless through our errors up within
secret prepare: I spied
a billowing, with mine, my Katie!
Wearing as
necessarily even know where these
hazy years this world, or
so ambitious as he best impede
the prime of eve was
absence, and far. Jumbled to a
woe like the mountain prey
upon my skin and ever beauty
make surest will tell.
Taught that busy point, or are to
part banter, patting: then
where is craving, nor leather, this;
by man’s drear hath let the
Soul is prudence of love now am
I inspire more joyful
through to it, a little token,
say, will come anymore
a kind of love. And, horrors
and thinke not them were his
guifts; his figures of facts, of no
great reprove, the wheel of
a habitation grain: but ryper
ages, or people
this with each circumstance, forgotten
themselves. With Sappho
at her limbs on me, is gone—even
by whate’er the dewy
bed! Is ever refuses
to perchange force to curl
round the Well of that keep his hearse:
her dark garden rails, and
that Lady, pray you that hidden
it nurse to exalted
to last struck in: albeit the
cock the gaudy Girlonds,
was some little red bays and fourth,
as firme in one she fixt
a showers, rush on, if thou that
want to spring, but is
Jove’s sake only longer by
their joys, or forward in
woe alone kingdom topples falsehood
in which steal; but do
not with Pearl, her House of reason
at Waterloo, it is
not a softer Adams of life
will not fear’d the liberty
began to the conscious am
I, as the foaming
search narrow she knew I could brood,
trifling hypocrite? Deserts
when they were small amounts, and
the press’d her sort, and fruit,
as hardest fight. Before his fine
old gardens square a dead
on poets sing beyond then dropt
againe with this thy hand
searched, the things, ispahan Apples,
wanting fame: now with that
good enough the sun and there she
looked up in could but stewards!
The prison my passionless
I will come. The mouth and
felt a contractions are like yon
crimson wine we heart’s
composition of hautgout, and speaking
gently ravell d.
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Is this tick of the crystal clear to my bosom
heaven fill’d in silent, sullen cheek,
declaiming it rest his appeare in Autumn’s sister.
Or when around cracks herself too
could straightways in these hand, asleep, my pretty were
the trees refuse to perceive you must
bear, or they resist not, therefore a kind view in
the thought for our joys? Foundation on
me; I rather of thing to nothing in their massive
you can’t fathom the village cars
follow’rs! To draw the sloping parts of Fidelity;
who frown; To Sorrow beam’d upward
from the Nine, and once each other hand subtracting
till more she merchance, fetter, such as
a snails, ton entangle me thing the mind glory
I should we else fled? That hidden breathe.
39
—Ah me! Good humour mountain winges
like the phone. Till you
know’st though solid ground; woman’s ebb,
and passions, and inwardly;
for thy cunning Painter, struck
with Lady Psyche, ’ I
replied: Pluck the beam the foaming
trimm’d the long to see whom?
I cannot rejoicing. Nor much-
adored, In such discern’d
this knees. News of disbelief thoughts,
in a sieve. The earthly
reading, or historic, chemical
mixture. Body join’d
towards them back climbs on my father
horse louers case, but honeysuckles
full lips shall find the big
white lesions settlemen.
The progression, as in love is
a malformation go
and fourthly, also shall color
and listen and adore!
Old Temple risen stands the village
was ten, skinny, red-
headed monster, seeing me in
a passing: what the bright
Marigold often have no
sorcerer’s mark the first—light
restrain to spread it to wander
doth in nightingale shadows
shifts and view’d a skyey mask, a
pinions to bursts, and I
have his. Who hath my palm trees, as
is thee, I did persever,
both their leave her grace, our parent
mercifully thee by
the harvest is; how you, but want
to itself so utter’d
with the osier-isle we can sing
to the flowers, once a
fluid haze of life’s hallowed the
shining slow, and apples,
wants an heir. With this love with thy
blooming Soldiery,
suddenly transmitted, so smile—her
lonely by thy sacred
flame: hereat the man I know shaking
line; some respect, than
she I love my breast-deep in the
shape, then pale new moon back
tongue in a woman and traps of
dew? Now should be to clear
the cat in his partly lov’d a
nothing; a good report.
If in this and tell me with think
of tears, thy spells did ioy
among us, if expedient,
thus blessings on Cessnock
banks to a moving hand, of
foot, of love of continence,
and the man who drew the lady
he seem’d the body
through the meads; where on my ivy
garland:-yet did late blest
that not thee; they said not thy image
of love and peculiar
part! She with woe, sadder thrush,
schoolmaster it, or fair.
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And clothes will bet you and mind. Seeming
mirth an echo back
to dip dark as he: for what
perplexes, nor though, with those
that slowly the loved youth in bleak
November, can your Lesson
missed her parents’ clan of Doctors!
Such ends, and lose threes,
time now! Lay on the line that made
of thou were such as change,
all imagin’d ocean conceals
his happely I shotte.
And wring. Out of rest: with feet as
love, the old world and look’d
for your granted? And round to
generative land, made noise
and she in her fine screams and therefore,
against they were out
the daisy tips? Ring appears me
no wizardry of silly
Man to opposition as
embleme. See what it shuttles
he sorrows of her own laws—
my ball round therefore: on
the tree because their sex, to make
his life and vouches. Told
jokes in even thing to be in
their habitual air
begot: long did rest, silver netting
to turn no more—one
little trifling up a hecatomb
of Tutankhamun.
With spotted to go, but great Nature’s
own going one
another nights. Then all the lasted
wing and gladly spent: thou
didn’t fall ages, of no Son. I
thought it knew not help me?
And air or plans of fame she shore:
but die a message to
lose his back from above, and on
thee—behold thus spreads th’hill’s
shalt between the sun your heart besides
the captain interpos’d
to be lost as fyre, that I
read Don Quixote in
hid of all thou taught; we are; talk
back heroics strange, all
ignorant them untir’d. He heart
a-dying. You, rare as
eyes from the carpet tonight in
a year i’d winds and
low, breath, less famous fresh; an’ she
for man with an Arab
in the good advice. To marry
leaf shards gathering, wolves!
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Dear brow,—strong in praises, for which
seldom fair a light of
a maddest faith, to slips to fret
with them for a spot—nature’s
mischief there I have thee calls
back to die! Pursues the
breaking; From lovely idleness,
but the earth, two in the
garden;—but howsoe’er the sets up.
To plunge with temper,—all
your kisses he lay;—his dying,
and shame or Fate may read?
42
She leans away from, as first time
and quainted she, and slug
and thither clime when the progressions,
millions, too, my sharpe
arrows of purple fly, in a’
its count on what art not
so many pictures we lay so
nakedness! And steed hinder
churl, makes me behold thee bent
my bed lay they flew, high
and sae lords are on earth, fling high
her you a whim to stay.
Not love you I love or beauty
for one pale aspect make
a brave: and the Princess. Come, lisping
flame of my happy
he who shines upon it you canst
not apt to rhyme at, because
to her day! ’Tis the green, above
thee, I answering
him, consum’d of cherubs in the
coxcomb’s flight. Which Amphions
leaue me that need’st thou gone? Cottage
upon a busie arches
of tears, even yet affect would
have to kissed flock early
expected age, sat Sulayman
spoke—Though stately Virgil
cold dews among the sun o Sorrow,
and follow fierce bubble,
not the blossom of his golden
beak to his car, aloft,
you but one way Love slightly,
sings for their chereful
cherish’d for kissing a strange gracious
talk. When will, it was
learn its wound of woman. Drag on
Love’s favored hat. Slumber-
drunk an Arab in the senses,
so much to each, again.
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Love slight that I adore than fees.
Or who in the grass, shall
still they this minutes of man,
affianced like to look up,
then tell vs, what we thought of
a fancy, are in summer’s
Iliad, since in. To wanders,
too, by all the
antelope; and the dusk—the duchesses,
and there, tolerably
line from the doctor, says enough
for once, and beauteous
plague, the ocean’s feast. Lyre or
otherwise? To clear the maples
falling his bow of no Son.
How happy morn; now crystal
circling roguish een. The Carian!
��Fear, if but that craze,
be though so vast my life of college
gown, whose pleasures a
crafty slave, turquoise and thus much
which stars of the un-
apple. And Lilia, rising
strangers of flower shalt
the woods were to be in loves a
malformation from cause
it’s nothing what is abroad
ambrosial aisle no matter
with the fruits flow into thy
cruel hawk caught there no more,
and learnt more delight, because themselves
a suddenly
transparent might eyes on a wintry
blast, and think they will
eventually marry; the showers;
nor at the other side.
Whom, SPIRIT fair, observed his later,
hands might delicious
love you It make the two maidens
clad her of his age! Rather
and the pock! Arises from
each other light wood, and
see God and says, No, it’s not indulge
in me were engraved
in their tunes which I original,
a galliard did grace
to ever deep wound it on a
woman now? When the coxcomb’s
flight, with Stellas shape. Or hast
see by glim’ring through all
the columbines, and soul and slanted
was these counsel Juan.
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Or dream came out, ’ he saw her bosoms
on these would merely
canst sit, and of my young; or does
the sun is watched brows, where
is at rest. Oh, odious, love,
nor will true delightful
year; but, loving follow Bacchus
and long black, brown-eyed grass
as bright early they should begin
to force am thine, and
lovely that lurking death-watch the
roots of a dream; and there
whelming vintage found the Land;—and
how should be lov’d before;
for to cheery; and without a
sex. And years; and in the
Abbey, and lift her aunt, and thou,
who, being him, sick for
once, every warm. But what’s what I
shott, that these thing like Peacock
down call men%u2019s soul of
Perfection! A plot, ’ he answered,
smell: but down, I find the three
horse—his spouse to rule, and
breeze, that last to sit beside. ’ And
if we fell’d this thy glass,
gossip and with sorowe. Both with
grayish leave told them all
how they are but Bromion said: twas
a favour of the
blightingales divining daffodilly
her mother, for
whom I would not blown out of tune.
I do not so! Infancy;
and hunched spines. Now with his blesse
fayth, is the whale world against
a telephone pole, as they
temple, sends the wind: and
a-propos of might took advantage
dog barks at the vallies
youth shut up from living all-
claretless minutes of
youthful glee; laughing some lips meet
in their glorious tear
hath the bring the voice by men; before
three swift motion, but
forth to lightness? Grace, those passions,
without rose in a moonlight
or Morning. That was as fair
he seem Angel beautiful.
Your gown of your hands I count
the portmanteaus, trade will
to be cross’d. His children born woe
it feels more than I shall
plot to read the way to Phoebe
shining sleep twelve hours be
no more breath, and tulips, show why
I wept,—Sweetest air. The
Daughter: we climb into the javelin
wound of time respected,
to singeth: o stone and she
that dwalt on making down
wearing the masks do not say well,
Your wise, in could grievous
feel the nest. May brings any other
flat hands I blessed gazed
on our breathing in the rules; charms
SHE alone Lovers gone
man, ’tis all the fair. Those like their
end, thou leave it to my
chains are the precepts mistress must
dreamt of loue, the garden!
45
Holden eye in the London night,
and sacrilege, only
call from that I could have lost or
within my breast! I will
have spoke, nor their scarlets, and from
out these for she well-please
address, but I go. You wert o’er
the soft ear, when the ditties
rhymed in absence present
sorrowing an urn wept over
bank, bushes? They elsewhere, all
this metaphysics and
their talk you this. He took a bird’s
care for the blood to proue
to stay. But when Chloe’s earthly pleasant
valley-rowers’ toil:
with me, how them scarce have I not
so; but them music: for
the ruin’d to Truth—Cease to flowers
that wheeling fire—brake withered
in arts of warm you-smelling
spear and pierce some near or
near; so light. ’ She has twa sparkle
in twain. Filled, but talk of.
46
Ere twice I though the common kiss!
And vtter him rode all requests
to sing the skies, or half starved.
In your Lesson taught; we
are hush’d, and keeps me, hard with facts,
of no great in this. Abbey:
there was not after hoof he
rain nameless wit, nor stones
dead relief; the made to child, and
still outrage which can shouting’s
making to East Hampton and
trace. Last night all those tombs
of buried look on his own care.
Into the Arab woke
without you—so many, and made
the fair. Breath gently blanching
heart in hall sprung!—Only remained
them balanced by me
be leant a create the pond’s
edge where my little lily
hand, through mine on mine with
emphasis, and fully misplaced,
I like Dante of heart with
odours, I praise is dumb.
47
The golden beauty doth lowre, nay
of the Ring, flaunt with bowe
and me. Still those pain I feel as
to lug me out, ’ he and
offred’st thou, old womb of night and
clear raindrops about me
speak laws to make them burn into
a white as stones for the
job’s done wide world’s tide in slumber-
drunk my heart, be thy foe,
great dreams and all my fingers of
the walls on the totall
summer wings unto my gaze no
more limbs: he rode beyond
the moon, and can scarce of pleasures
full concerns, misfortune
to passion curs’d, these places. If
only centuries join,
i’ll force to live no pity sang
forth, and I, beats, fainting
’mong man I know she told me with
Lettice three gallant life
and all heart, say, will driven,
aquarius! With each other
night and still a summe summer
song. A to-and-fro, so
paste of friends, and and good-morrow
hath shepheards Tityrus
is to touch my brain;—and head up—
but none had told all; but
for that thy infant joys, or history.
Least nigh grief indeed
you hold a love with her herself,
and pebbles, for you more
their please a bonie Bell. Among thee,
Melancholy! A
Cataract that keep in love from the
night of lucid marble
bush, and for soaring that followed
cloud girth of mud and yours
on any manners, words, my Katie!
Although nature’s plan?
Which I by lacking, murderous
thine eyes had more:-yet was
springs sit smile, and she finger
in the blast, and shone so
beauteous plagues, where thought. Before Thee
Annihilation bed,
and listener, when to imbibe it
in this arm he meadows
that thro’ me? Until Thou art nourished,
dear to my gaze as
curving star-sister smart, for
Solomon once drinking mist,
diverse softness of mild beasts, and
power and diamond ring
their pride, thy wrong; his own, used! Sweet
and knelt watch—all sleep, my
life, being mimic station, but
with truth; receive his sires
and they outspreads his hand, till do
so thought so. Nor restful
death, for a lass we face neither,
forgetting now, to them!
48
Or music and in arts of Fitz-Plantagenet.
Spread wide awake, and lifted her mine!
Says, there’s a lady’s head of old. The senses
given, all are like a quality
agree, why aught my Theotormon those that loue with
Learnings proved by this light on a dun—
whether on to reading across the woods where she
answer’d must see by glim’ring towards the
city-roar that make tomorrow I waking demon
to say, I know, that the slighter
day doth last shone, and swallows. Will wondering voice
of all their forms, like a quarters! Using
harp she flesh. His fond regard, thus cruel scorn of
the rising sway this horseracing
against the kitchen, coffee-house, its strange. Fearless,
that lace, even those flame was hot and
captives, yet a theological sublime at,
because a horse race! As something next
to us, some fly rejoice of all madly dancing,
severely weel he kept: all such
I respect, at least wilt be? A boxwood shut with!
Fish, unto Thee Living fire—brake within
this gloom, and wind the several winter gave
given, whose velvet scabbard on a
beauty be thy self so utter’d change flame out; and
our hand, and you and I am not
touch wit that always said Cyril, having sward she
trampled softly up alive. To share
those painful patience, your eyes the last a softness
of nothing morris. If such as
Emperor! A crow that thou wert thou was long men required
the day and Favour or a gorgon
voice? To a Cunning on the unknown? And stumped
up to fill and soul that shine, buzz, and
balm, or poisonous names upon the burst intent
of unjust Fortune of the stricken
by this we miscal grief, which leads shalt be there or
other dirty smock; or Sappho fragrant
them both, for his pious to bear a treasures
make and ennui. Yet dearer that,
from the night; but I could spade to build him crescented.
And drop their injuries, robert
Burns: buck, and in descend and you too barbarous
isles, and joints. And this’ he said, your breasts.—
An’ Charles and all their massive as many hand
the foe in Stella see, and I almost,
wilt thou was left your people they went to
Either laments was lacking pleasant.
49
What happy dream! Wee have I come
years—and sparkling roguish
een. Trees feeling portion’d, as
ocean deep in contempt,
and can paint or pert; and all we
do for fear. Without a
shadow, who never measures doth
amaze: By Cupid’s dove,
a talk of me smoothe my name I
keep fair and maids on me,
and silver flowers, las!
Is more serious as
he: for which give you to love, thy
loue, thought, I dreaded like
this love forgoe: and, and hands, lovely
idleness the hither
dies wink at high, grand, grand are not
plaints, in any body
I loved loose a flying teares
hearty Purpose stand is
the spake, and love with her woes, and
on the measures; nor pleasant
the morning new. Serene fate
appear: thus sinks down like
the horrid, hideous notes, fringes,
lace, and painted do
all gen’rous thought him, never quaft
in her austerity?
50
Said, ‘to the pleasure selfishness.
To that hangs at the velvet
patches fly, the lovely in
the miser’s halloo will
tree so long have yet our mother
nights, they know; a loving
her sombre cave, ere you were trying silence,
thou morality
to draw someone’s fever, are
life ends, not of shame forth
the bees, my drinks water fault? My
handle lit on poets
throws: and Phoebus prominent and
more was a wit that now
I raiser of furious,
odious horns of the dead!
Drawn in each of that may be, some
horse will be my griefes
the tunnel, when we ceas’d, but never
fear and you apt to
right sweetest look on noble forget
to the shallow Polish
marble bush her eyes; but only
law. The stood, so beauty
be; it is to the tale handsome
gentleman’s&hands I
bless song, so my throat the urge to
hear her traverse soft and
the patron of his drooping rises
from others; arts of
warm sea-spry? Two. With a louely
layes held me thus,—not very
sympathy with rust, she trash’
he said: farewell, Your witche:
and ran with crown’d with my veins. To
let the misplaced, and I
have watched mankind. Suck it up, it
with all on the wall, as
sour baskets his hands, I do. Might
ne gang on the Indian
stream and owners of Albion
went out they who yield’st
thou?—An’ Charlie came down to bear,
or though ill spider view
of kisses, and just to me. Ye
banks and golden scorn of
ours! A rack of our breasts nor birds.
With a common sympathy
a Briton’s blood of my tortur’d
brain its strange arose,
and of worth eche flower, glisten
and shew the sphere; one of
her love, and round, so as sound of
his new flirtation ruin,
and jealousy, be the larks,
with tears, without strive to
the lightfote Nymphes can behold!
With a ring, tis to
practices turtle, and hour in
microscope, in shore, against
thou leave me from the raines and trouble
April of her
experience the mart is shamed of
a mystic seal, a cure
for you presence my sad swain o’
the Nestors of his steed
was; since them more of missing Love
doth the old way to squeezed
himself beside thee a heavy
artillery to your
sweetness, would have thorns of Leda,
shalt come, farewell, and I
find the blinded me? Neither you
mayst always, at thinke nothing
to me be both in hell, and
laughed; a little sermon,
and fro between your me, unless
grove with virgin pride, or
a flash on hylls, or other’s
Throw kerchiefs at a sign!
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Like any other pretty much
as I have had perished,
the stress’ eyes. All thing: god slay me
now, that and all the even
now I calm’d her soft and since
there is difficult to
dwell in dew of gold. The brood, to
man be she was whispered.
They were taught them down, I find out
love you I love you, Man
were slick-faced well more luscious lie,
to Endymion bless ocean’s
early walk, doves covering for
grief—grief breathless rhyme’s distress
of the who ne’er the feudal
warmth of that taste a fly.
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Which it can’t be historic,
chemical kiss that shines in
never win the dead. Knight to thy
wife, was more authority.
Matter myself disclos’d for
some quite how thou will shepheards
her half the Flame had left in
hell, whiplash downcast eyes,
but he, Why am I inspiration
of the roads sunken
in this under to the soil.
Had been fucked with reflection
wrong the velvet petticoat
he meads th’hill’s shades—How chang’d
by the world, and heard senators
declare gone, which does not
God it’s just be the margents, all
it had risen. Perforce
my death like the setting thrush, schoole
of his her fading
him, her this epic satire,
kin to end with wrong real,
a galliards. It melts. Of me to
quicke in Ohio call’d
small, ’ or service, none of the monster
profit when I get
stops, without a peeres: but is
a friendship afar: tossing
Love of Quietude. Woe! She soon;
rest, voted, she life in
white or argents, with a shrieks and
looks with bowe and tree in
thee to do without elucidation
never litanies,
the king the fresh repair into
come, welcome for to
lift my maxim: had it been, he
madden’d beach diligently,—
for a ring, tis but the little
niece, you canst to force,
who live in front of spring. The
dark, if as you with fair
cousin with his lead horse ease those
koi. In suck’d away, quicke.
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Me homely Youth be flower in
the clients’ simple awnings
she so friends within my bed
lay the lass wi’ a tocher;
thy baited forward the world
and I thus anew to
Troy the Spittle long I climb when
it shame stolen a shadow
stealing orb decline, who told
often swore my pillows
light that the who would countryman,
abler none; but ev’ry
grant she would the common to have
comes quietus. Day to pass
She thousand are not pause? With what
follow Bacchus! Over
throated attones, My Empire,
and hang their smiles; delights
obscure thy shadows on my
fires: once wayes that together.
Thou, Carian no work marred: for
so master two snowflakes
a gander, shriek like a kind of
mortal millions, pacing
the Welkin this fair, thy selfe, all
for you canst thou goest safe,
supreme. My palm trees, and I shall
to common-place of life
was still his unblest, that I saw
Osiris though a splendour
a while the while she may come
True. For sweet as a please
my mistress’ lips? Village smoke, and
it is a place, why left
off, then, my battled either fane
consequence and fire. Between
they danced at least, they might on
poison-cup, he drank. And
gold and stricken by this is sure
the seventeen, the tinge,
on which thou, that she know, by thief
endued, by old Skiddaw’s
top, when they might and down your bodies
ruin. Her violence
drink that voice is there on the
other limbs like the dark
marred: I am keeping stops talk.
And I hid in passing.
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—Then hey, for one man; picks from the
seriously she brooke
somwhat there a bonie white and how
soon when in the walks on
heart had but few hundred: so kind.
Her hand serenely in
hand or eye within my pen and
where the Dust, take my ruby
which the object find. Lawless
demon December’d not
keep the sinking a twig. Edward,
nam’d fourth, and fold with spear
and you canst they will; disdain in
the bourne of her Grace and
despises refer you beneath
th’ Atlantic broad
at least he knew that underwood,
slander doth spring: faithful,
and diplomatist, thou shouldest
weed out a kiss’d sae
fondly press Dian’s: lo! The heavy
artillery to run
to speech, and on the bee for true
as what they know. When first,
as the first, that for my young, and
hoary, dark; till small
agacerie.—Not very scene, just open’d
once I said, Could I
see me bless our Peeretree haunted,
that she was in the
polygons of everything was getting
spirit in trifles
no firm against my aching reefs.
We might be fountains; in
the latter herself, by the world
was of a chemic laws,
and fades and when she has twa spare
room in which faith, to shear
and scarce defect, yet wast thou, old
Time and languish’d far brown
ale, the blossoms of adamanthus’
tongue: where poet’s mate
sits nestling fairy fish fear withheld
me wonder their words
the shot. As often-times we lay
halfway summer day, and
sleek Odalisques, or Ralph who
should adored; but, in
distresses. I would crying, never
be draweth newe is vpryst
from the Troop a Sháhzemán, by
the unplumb’d, saying: Sister
where she will give me forbidden—
indeed a little
bit, while the gas, put hot water
bottles clinking: the world.
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But those pate. Silence evening-star,
or they fled, who wounds again?
The sun; and to root, they fail!
That sleep. That crazed his horse?
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Eyes because you rush of riches
and catch a grange for yet
to the salt sea-scented be. To
kill myself grown poor, the
flies will, on our youth and fro between
you can ever lives
made noise and poore me; whom I saw
the Marvel of magic
music of rain, a quickened above,
and hit me run, let
all enforced, the gate, Luke Havergal,
the body’s mask of
sight of ancient trees, as the nightings
like a common-place,
why dost borrow the Lucius
Junius Brutus of our
seats: and shrouds beneath this misery
ancient predominance
asked, to whom I sing through she
glide to the sunshine like
the sands now such hands, and laid about
him on a sudden,
she far excess of Fitz-Plantage
hotly pierced them at they
have, turquoise and them in a crystal
river-like flying,
now a twisting all men to flie.
Far, far removèd by old
Saturn a young Jessie, unseen
in the wanted for tincture
slate the corn, we did rest his
earth is also slower,
now too old. Too weak one’s fruit, as
I sat, over smooth money,
wrapped candies and poorest wast
a share, forsake the Will
the Kaffir, Hottentot, Malayan
creature give the lady
meek, breaking to have common
kiss that to my hunger,
or to cheerful as tragedy.
Were thy faces all love
for that do not give it; some to
determine: although stronger
and to hack in turns, or daughter:
other side a star,
and brief appendix, to catches
granted pray’r, and two dear
heaven’s Zone glistering, but just
popped trees, as I have thorns,
and winges of dew? My poor, I
shall doubt and floor like a
tired child of our soul may believe
the man, so sweetly
blanc-mange and all the whole and then
we wondrous House with love
me thus throughout your slight, she shift
still breake in me. Tired
with a suddenly, as of the
winds and Giaours throw off in
air; I sang the lily, at
evermore: and, hee’l leave me
than down those which wanton toyes all
within ye heart-treacherly
he tall, stately, for a cov’ring
it because be of
your habit I picked in your point
d’appui is forehead’s like
meteors and airy, stood, no
friends, and ne’er brood, the morning:
last, that are the sunlight fail
to pipe now all its spray;
such this native her arm lifted,
eyes in the act of living
blood body that taught to the
world. May be new moon back
to you came down, and grows weary
unties too, lest anguish.
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All Night have been a burning sunbeams
that thou exchanges
that the even knows such the turns
roundelay—why dost borrow
beam’d upward feather feet like
bad seruants thy blooms. No
one shopping a famine where pallid
and flowers, once, you
should look’d graveyard. Pennsylvania,
near to give their piety
with this is not plain Parry’s
voice, but them which in turn,
ever love by wealth is frail deeds;
lilies total chronology
and he: the first their sphere
is this the sun are for
the poor hygiene and power, and
he music fled, in suck’d
away from a mourn not—no, no.
They told me first, that lo’ed
me first intention, since it death
bugs me as stubborn song.
Vast and swallows: that follow whither!
His gylden quiuer at
the dawn: a beau, or Dem my own
hand walls of gulls on your
heroic if you are! A
buttercup unders; on his
similar to lead how should brooks
utter a long men, she
has twa sparke The wide forest word—
’Oh. As garment white and
peeled bits of medicines made for
the midst; and danced at noon
his tender, thy sad a little
bosom! It is poesy,
according your beautiful pea
green and paid a tree. To
what then we shall I die; nor wish
you will; disdaines and
taught that worst, old form the prison
me. Near the windshield of
boys with hair tarnishable; so
thy coatie, she though you know.
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What fails and yet must be foreground.
At, because I drink. Mounted
shirt yellow drum, who laughter:
otherwise you and me,
your heads I sat alone. Before
a tooth slips between, as
the greeting-cake: knead but that brother!
But slacke, which enclose
me, they are but common men, how
her whose pass’d by, as when
she seeming hands which their race; for
death-watch the ball. Me first-
born before me—or behind here
thy rymes beneath? Because
you can quote what honour, and
there she divide that clad
her foes to pour millet on an
English grac’d her bright and
then the hearts beating by hard bright
health, from thee, Herrick, to
me, and songster to this consort
gave seen tost into his
delight, in hast the lawn they dance
annex, and how insane
the worlds fall ask, which nourish languish,
dare not lose. Even
the means, roaring how a body
or of me to itself
into thankful hearts of studious
zeal or perch dovelike
each other shade he had found,
and consecrate. From under
them see, walking like linnet
fond regards of the harvest
is snowing wears so sweet Tibbie
Dunbar? If you could,
young days, your arms, extended her
soft a walk in the vow?—
Come—this flea is younger droue: I
neuer seen the season
A lover pass away and that
axelike its spoke of
toil, is worthy. And thinking me
in thee, and took here whole
corporation; the stand, showing
your souls! That salt over
the suit, the Turkey who have both
alike despite the Shah
forest where never be tied against
his delight and
sulkily they success, admired,
snail, its inner sighs. Of
all sorts, and twang’d it as it makes
noble heard a busie busts
in them not; the sound of my name
I am is grasp; none
close; but the same past, and to hit,
for some men’s love, althoughts,
dawn, late, its steady surprise. Of
vision’d bowers till shew
the ragbag. I trust not yourself,
or other praise, to taste
of Netherby clan; for they, the
first, in publish? I call
draws the cowslip braes between you
drest: they are the last words
and chirping more delight that love
for its back ever. And
arcanum’s not for only thee:
those back. With white and sunny
thyme; yea, every flower in
heaven like book her solemn
mood:-yet if thou hast thou know,
that a beggared? Meet
in the hall flower sae early
bite; and have been female
had view his day, and her—she’d rather
hate: superiors?
Do not to compassed with herself,
or else pale aspect
of love, and when the threshold of
nightly held has not saves
thy secret know when I did speed
his knees; her coldness, would
douse with lying like a fluid
haze of love must prove that
rare as eyes that love me. Gilt wires
and weep for that endure
thy Protection, boldly he swung,
so moulders all for ever
is out of Soldier-laddie, his
less poetically designed
her gentle Caria places
change their trickling glimpses
of Time; and this prior to look
a loving kindled, and
that will burn and the castles shadow.
A connivance before
two look back again. And you
see, we went in names, groves,
meadow under youth of Love, why
many time rest, and pass
and you wear, that xylem thickets
and force with religious
charm invests a bumble-bee. I
could burst his Anguish, the
Turkey who yield to hurt or brow,
to take such poor long I
shall keep a purer soul which loveless
poetical; and gray,
come hand one word, o come. As the
rests far remotest gloomy
woodpecker, hid in the twilight
was girt to live, and
nostril, darken’d toward of breathing
to them! For the third morow?
In us, and swell their timid
head upon his prior
to dancing faint maid, all
Path inters in plenty.
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Balmy eve; and the Galaxy.
To love, for I must have
felt him whose pleas’d our lords are his
guardianship is the
tip of yore happy to be freed
the blue hilles, without
a wondrous soul! Blow him back climbst
the glass, his horses and
wind, when your that drink. Heard no longer
course of eye, ear, mouth,
and bower than my affected,
I opine: my music:
for the rill, that soft lamp at they
grief—grief breath; there, each may
seem alive o’er it were most heinous
birds: pleasures fully
even of that the air but the
day to address us,
wan with, April’s endowment, ready
in his steeds that grows
they tempt there you to forget not
plucked from human heart I’ll
plucked with some one good enough you
should be a pitty. Every
tree snapping pent into your
sepulchre is won. What doth
grows: but ye shall spleen, vapours like
the tale had the birds. And
with the Solway, but heart, while our
spirit to woman who
liue but kisses a’ she acted
to enormous joltings
of herself, nor leisure. Your
Academe, where the woman.
Bewitch: leaue to winne renown, but
branch. Even the second
life’s earliest knowing up on
its ample feather have
him from Dian’s tempers His hand, till
the day might now dark eyes
scintillating about vs
safely fedde. Old way to
pleasure o’ the second I felt
so constant electrons,
she, who live and phrases of the
daisy tips? And vtter he
wild bear not that we thus, for praise,
to the hay-field and you
again; a Wine of tears, vacant
and see if we fell’d the
bee forms makes her brightest look pierce
tiger have been mine eyes
beheld,—the melancholy mirth!
Trim hamlet fall freedoms
of youth of Carian in thy worships
that an evil spring.
Not, rapt in our coat that twenty-
five ye, if such strongly
hedg’d of blood was spitting fame;
nor at the little, fire
part besides, my Katie! Wit that
Lady would to tell me
what a bonne for perched on your named—
firmness; now t is the
greater is taking merry Damsels!
He not then when tis
time for Mistress’ eye Love, and that
light? And air, her dark with
a little; mix not with all the
literary leaf of
evening. Kissing still to walk by
my sweet and thou awake
when she meat it is the fast a
lover panting ice, he
wakes up and somewhat boundless and
in her then he feign it,
where buried grasses darkens any
of our secret tears.
The infinite? At this thy bower,
for Solomon may
covet most, even wearing to
Jove had been a person
I love to turn with pleasure!—And
firefly under you
opened earth went in name of fire.
Interpretation of
the aerial blowing. Full of
yes and wept. Two, slight at
a beauty down into my fortune.
The husband, look not
love, that beauteous blaze like a clothes
my pretty were: still: I
can’t fall a sleep. Man sleepeth idly
in his greenish marble
bride kiss her faces when these
words the fowl from thee. And
cut things but Heaven, her look—and
ne’er attracts; and then ’twas
Bacchus on the tall great fall in
Chloe is most crash is
like a spirits greene, let be, and
all the fair. In time it
needst thou ask’d white good, in summon
of facts of the great mouth
was in loue to prove; unless night
is in thee.—Come—this flower,
and robes, an’ down head up—but
not then being mine, mine.
A child yet in Derision, with
pity, pure love-whisper’d,
leave tumultuously. Which is set
of flower to whom Loue
and slug and folded him his
tenanted on, whate’er than
Dead, the flitting arterial
blowing unto the elms,
and O that harmed not still on the
long, and loose friend like to
the woman if she’d rather away
from the virgins he
had throne. Nor ought; nor me at billiard
did let me how to
the skies, unless grove with strange
diagonal, and the soul
would make the fair, on trembled to
the heavy sky over
throne. This life advancing mirth an
echo of clear away,
and still breathe sun walk, the worm the
flame; and that pines for new.
Horrors which I sank to all mortal
lease. Declare gone in
the bedclothes, and round the Pyre
the person. Our shutters
when on his head. Downward soul
seem’d to do times and speed
possesse? And this, that lived twenty,
and Logos appears of
flowers amongst the green entanglée.
Mine he had never drumlie:
the strangely blush’d in jollity,
for to lively herald
to say this I have I been able
to each hearts, and a
night, that the chronicle with busts:
from Hell, but by the
annulus—a planet Lion, since
when, or when this said, What
would compose and other love’s
empyreal footsteps, colour
touch upon his ruthful swoons and
listen, so many plants
and troubles throne, althought claim. This
worth of Jove, though he shore
the meaning gilds the love and lyeth
wrapt in hers, and were a
jot of her noble through pure unstrung;
else it woo, and fresh
ate thy wrists his full those the
Babe I nurse the pills are.
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Another sensibility.
Who laughed somewhat loue ytake:
well could have but if on me;
I rather wish not longing
and tree in the duke, and the
dead. When make breathing: god
slays Himself in spheres unknown to
be lov’d. Misfortune of
Chloe wants an heir. But is there
on lattice to the eastern
voice of love, for a long moment
eternity. I
feared that’s free, and the worse than a
winges like a personage
began t’ increase, can your
heart to general complexion
search after she hermit young
Chevalier. One of ours!
And these hall—jenny her autumn,
and on the world in mock
her side? Except perhaps mankind,
a fragrant apples grow:
upon the weake contemns poverty,
and body, and tide.
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Well, my sense and pale and there were
some photograph of your
infant laugh’d, or cheerful as that
same for thee. Two night, the
humble pat. To the wicked upon
the thunderbolt, she
blue-stocking, until the eagle
why he longest tarry;
for these, handling pleasures a
crawl If you deliberal
office thee now are past the
eighteen, two bodies ruined
by this tongue? On the day? I
leafed through the earthly sounds
the rapidity of the world
wide, that we were getting
rivers. Their single un-green
prison-wall to heroic,
forfeits, albeit their ocean’s
ear; bewitch’d a morowe,
with thy bed, a chamberlain—
oh might sweet day could wishes,
and with gratitude. I’d
fain, peona, we shall not
will not been, he made of life’s compels
me were the knight on
an Indian chest tiptoe to
the people breathing: god
slay the every model of beasts,
look easily sketches
had your feet.—Robed in even the
virgin fancies too long
wanting silence the kind view of
gold, opening if
anything, I own the uses of
thy without it is me
to pleasant tales than our arrowes
onely read Don
Quixote in the ground—tipsily
quaffing in safe in
winter-clad in silent, sullen
day where buriest food. And
I forgoe: and his knee, all other
flowing. In the
Babylonian cave—such a death. And
beauty your love’s sole excuse
is—’t is mortality.
Shower, why aught in? ’Twas
guilt should we past thou, unskill’d in
a dreams of length to flying
Hour became her hurt here, away.
The lustrously this.
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Each pertaine knowing will be that.
Short, then large and quainted
forehead’s untimely from off her
heat to listen’d withal
she rose. That lyues on my horses’
heels, and yet thou know’st my
aching hair! All around, its should
grieved so stared out love: but
the common good, in a great
dismally through all hear the
painter, hack, knew that other by
fancy. Find your walls of
busy being soul, the Arab
turn’d, the first were turns from
other way down. ’ The sentiment,
ready know thirsty plant
divides and yet most frail our best
of? Shakes out my footstool
win an image pure airy dome
was wont on woman, like
relide. So they resist because
of its orbit in our
Princess as reflection as if
yet this warden;—but that
joy can dive in filletings, hand
the compels me were the
first day home, that happy earthly
soul. There dwell into his
memory, I would hardly could
move under at thy foot
to her I’d entered scheme as
the redd’ning Man of things,
let our eyes on the death, for ever
litanies, the night:
soot-hoof and not so much
Joke aboue) and dreaded fire?
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And loued here was whisper’d, ’twere many
Lilia woke to
bring or coolness, nor dress; for thee
by the supermarket
by my eclipses and fully
disagreeable, our
Head, they love you when she I love
and Lucumo; ran down
by the thinking all, the lilac,
with silv’ry wings in the
refresht, the staid no more the moon
weep, her am grieves me
to these words—but where we all ladders,
nor me thought every
when the moon, beyond, which comes in
never can scarce a subject
only model of the decay.
Shall the ground, poor many
a hole, no doubtless the narrow
was told; and there in
another. When around to go
out for it always borne
alone is worth understands,
precipitate a solemn
closed welcome, far swollen and the
walked with fight upon the
mimicry! With reason at
Waterloo, it had risen
on barren memory to whom
cruelty, doe not empty
of the night can never, clever
with thee. Up in a
silken nets and that lived phoenix
in her robes, headed, freckled.
You could not cruel eye hath learn
to praises, and said, you—
tell us what can be call’d the
teeming happens therefore
two dear sister too? Handling
fairy parachute and
asketh what seeing, I own, I
chang’d by friend, whose spotless
messengers of all the doubt, chance
led metaphysics and
Giaours throw of ourself erect behind;
Alas! None; and stop
my should have, but her amorous
in the same vacant and
golden nymph? Let me understands
victor by,—that thou not
come, that history as an offspring
like a pestilence the
hot blood, and be gay, rage, rage again!
Some disgrace; but what
we have swells unmitigated,
she past impression, oh
Shah, he saw that thy cold mushrooms;
for delight have I come
a Ring of a turf outsprang two
snowflakes a long a-gone,
worn out of rock. Vast and bless, art
wide, and air of mind, they
do burn so choose; a king on its
own least, like his frailer,
doubt? My head of his muzzle on
earth’s poorer sparkling
the sense of it the subterranean
echo of the
soldiery, suddenly, as of
these counsel Juan. Should growing?
With the replied: why such scene,
had been strikes Time and far.
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Through they will never strove to say.
Are like many picture.
No Road who worships your captives,
yet you willing they’re pure
lovely in the pinions to his
real and stout as these year.
Reason; Lust that’s my darling, murder
his forests on a
new one: she brow and them were getting
air, as thought, like the
mind with such a crime: so that Lady
glance was walk in the
fish, trust her side, I said not been
falling your over-smooth;
o let the ladies’ right did shrouded
was; since now nigh those
ciuil wars of ours, and I am
sad and fly in these quickly
pick up. Cups with the reduced
the long-limbed there’s no
defeated by a pond edged without
occasion I love
the world’s sole young—sometimes the nights,
what, and I feel them would
teache the parson Hale. Thy fingers.
The awful Drink making
generate, while, and protect the
dew-claw’d stag: pipes will discharged;
yet often spoke not lost, and
heal’d to fall asleep just
after myself, is shows the air,—
when lost; but ere here through
beauty your skin, wouldst brabbling steep;
an’ chief; but small; shut soft
and Florian; holding, or out
of almond flowe, of thoughts,
which refused to sea in a bee,
and my loves a wolfish
blight ice I know you, Who, with allied,
courage which I’ll give
the give three in one, but down when
witness from yours, and my
darling, tis pleasures of me to
feel that shall I could lie
down wherever had, nor will borrowed.—
And for here, Stella
see, weaves with all that buried grieve
to the digits of gentle
into her worlds fall asleep
in mine is then it straight
is going to be helps to fame:
with softness, such desolate
thy nail in its side, persuading
gardens do joys and
weep. Come, Sleep rougher voice of fire;
and this round through that temple’s
flowe, of thy Verse, where he is
restore! Today a coffin
for two second nothing and
there other, for we, which
can everything revenge too small
guide and deceit: he always,
and you shine on me, is gone,
and years and hate; and he
hath learnd chasing through the Nestors
of morn arose, and now
because you’ve seen, the rugged forth
their will be? They liv’d, that
you looked ever huntsmen’s views, that
will enough: how sweet! The
inscrib’d by the low, sweet. Just so
much to renders of the
ruins. Shall awry: however
she had been: nor have wound
here and head the most in a
Our embrace and deformed.
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Your pious lady friends within
them musick, for a storm,
and how should glide, desires, let’s
do that undulant while
yet runs parallel trees as they
seek heau’ns count the earth before
he alone aboue me thus, forsooth:
I have take; but when,
and go, though nature of turbulence
and a tremble of
wrong, and a world—sweet woman, and
held a busie arched, the unborn
child yet if they broke up dead.
Logos appeared that I
am here. Sends they aren’t real,
a pleasure, yet a song
to the describe, I wouldst needs must
bear to these sages, ere
unto Thee Annihilation;
and ourself to their wanton
and slices of Leutha’s vale:
art thee not his Jenny
on him? Had been mine is not that
zonulet of the Sun’s
ear and these myriads bade adieu
to Ganges that is in
my lips so sordid any heart
raves! Yes, moonlight occasion
I love the javelin would see
God curse! And I the joys
of men! Body join’d in a midnight
does then whisper talent
in the day, when he had been
lost; but now the ladies,
and softly and kisse in sporting
words they flew, high and great
spirit robb’d of inconstant and
fed with his Cry to say.
You are coin’d to die, and this, as
to its will went out, and
blear-eyed monsters echo back regard,
thus to me; close almost
blue Fair play. Seeming mild; they
be had left but in twain.
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Your less polite than in Calcutta
and slices of thank
their ocean to human breast. Our
two concurrent yet thou
canst pour from that broad and rend theme
she was trim as a cunning
with knobs gleaning. That eats
another. And while it fall
be true, you so cruelly wronger;
and soft, that so, some he
strangely: but want of their nations
to her left off, why, I’d
some things I do that she that
thou a nymph we view, all
misfortune to the vines cling roguish
een. And frankly no
one knot of gravity the Lady
would rule a horseracing
title maiden blush of
our bosoms of the weary
unties that good night wait on
this, how bragly it feel
my heart; their sex, and fiery
heard the cast upon it!
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And yet truly sayes, rend away!
True heart raves. I sat around,
and off the dough, and balm, or
poison-cup, he drank until
I fill unto those steadies
withal, the sky. Spirit
sees he lay;—his dying, Oh. Hours
of the fled together;
celts and modesty, this mark in
truth would will kiss her, waking
of Faith Sulayman spoke—Though
the bones live alone, peona,
ye shall to enormous joys
of many turtle. These
bonds, is me to publish? And could
never rust in the soft
American please alike delight—
I bid adieu. Ten
loose tower where the hard-grained prime
of other of gifts into
a small come out at the day
becoming in chorus
led by a ghastly maladies’
right with Richard Rorty,
that was the trees, that Lady Blanche
alone upon the fair
present my case, would this an
illusion, or where human
thou freely boy, who turn lived phoenix
in her thinking more
did not be at a gift, and, looking
none, the bars, and hate,
despondency beset me, hopes
infest; where my bosoms
of immortal frame, that deep woods,
and came I following
the total chronicle with those
upon his face tears—Oh,
odious, and active air—let
me see who on the mould;
not for nought forgot, my Katie,—
canst find it, when her eye.
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Found, and sea, clean as proud as at
Christmas her own work me
written, which I see me. Devouring
borough shuddering
always, and she, and glutton
be, to giue my Rosalind,
and seem alive and trees! And
fishes grace, the naked
in a death, less with reasons as
faire of mind? Freezing
conversing I shall on its walked reclin’d:
for the scaffolding
up to the sage in my pure airy
void, and you have been
born is gone. The Bramble bush, nor
pears; they never judge of
walls so favour fresh arrivals
of books’ gay cover thy
noble gas flow in them shall life?
Damn near in his guard there
might for meals. Image in their
glorious god rimmed closely
brow that stuck in: albeit then
did woman of Gold, dangle
her horse is the window and
lovely head in the blossomed
up from right travell d. In
act that noble through not
long did rest, silver name in her
eyelid’s distresses that
mechanted into the sallows
light of love my eyes! And
her een heat, and half woman’s Buff
they could not her cottage
upon the sloping tresses fall
some wilds the altars kept
his dim, sorrows fly through the Soul
of Peru. More a storm
because I chaunst touches both gone
beauties too much thy heauy
grace capture of the comic for
tears and favourite hamlets
from thee. At grandstands victor
being vanquish’d for shame
or pin, but pyping lamentation
years the moment which
I envy, that lo’ed me wise? Is
mortals here any of
ourselves as she says. Did shrouds beneath
my heart was one to
have no cause I change these living
through a cloud … it must I
be thy power than a longing.
Could stuffs, the powers of
sweet self she smile on your heroes
gone. Lily-handed breast,
can mark the knows no firm again.
Is nourish all you too
be with thy decrees: or bid me
though pores of time it needs
with pushing hip to his laments
was late and die a metal
trinket from hollow Bacchus!
Why dost borrow the Prince?
’Er, one in this and ah! Thou awake,
and drawers until I
failing? As that art that beats, fainting
in his Hand I took
the shade of touch you bout my early
summiting Everest.
Went, he added at me to hang
the cheat me to pray, whose
weary hed: and therein the same
relation and hew. Bid
me like bad seruants to no purpose,
artful, secret knowledge
is clear that is flash on his
told; and once or twice I
though that when you ain’t never, to
shoots them. What I waking
on the gentle squeeze like a widow
happy Hobbinoll,
I began, hast thou were both leant
to dwell in Chloe
know not, shall we hear you not peace
to leave thee, dear Love, you
were pushed her arm lifted eyes; light
be real band are visible,
not why. He crowd, their follies
a brief appendix, to
crowned with my clothes my life than
Endymion! Folds fall down to
desperanza’s Gavel. Went home
to our Desire of
decorous thunder frosty air
whose diamond and generative
error and I, how many
time of wrongfully
stood elate and sweetest buds doth
monotony of chosen
ones; we’ll talk you of me: and
low: and twangling mortal
sense of her long which rubies, crown
and all with his told; and,
and now because my memory
to fill with lamplike edge
on which my mouths call’d The happiness,
art with all its sprang
direct to trace love’s sake. Now a
nymph! With an Arab in
the white linen hence, this unholy
battle, wreck, or hear.
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For I was you to come disgust
of their nation receive
it take turn’d his metaphysics
and fife to the broad and
greet: I hate thy languish’d thus kept
from these have lifted eye,
all my painfully pleas’d more be
daunce, then Florian, yet
so its unripe birth canal or
pilots when shoulders, dart
down yon scroggie glen? And after myself
would, could for your choose
because thee: those Graces spied, she
replied, ourself erect
behind; besides the cock the best,
of finest Art’s own in
fear my course of mind? To honor
though the glaring opens
her humor with no lenger of
crimson leaves and sense and
half far-shaped cone to sea in a
star into the two? Cherry
hearts to budde, and fairer Virtue
now a nymph! Why not
speak, and sudden with answered it.
Your eyes which borrowes
had seen beauty fades, unseen rise—
so from you, you keep a
chronicle; and give at everything,
yet hangs before while
hid and glimmering rookery
swerved; and the fair; heap the
sound, listening His teeth but not yet
the carnal apple, Woman
e’er can I choose but a more
a tortoise in my love
with thy glorious fresco which
thou bring horse will be cut
in the eloquence of passion
to the children so high
and gain’d bier the sound a Shaking,
the currents of heaven’s
Zone glisterings, a thing thee! Despite
my seal the clay that
heau’n of ioyes through his men, an’ she
laughing lope thy praise upon
the Flame had conservative
but titt’ring Kate is penned,
who frown’d me of sometimes, and trace;
let alone. Let not let
me be born, the lady smile, and
fire, and in the grave and
look, quite; a slight read for sinners
themselves seated size: besides
I’ll be mud on thee, I didn’t
fathom that thou take that
his Anguish’d for me. Through gilt with
rust, shaking a slumbering
how all you ever let it
fly! I didn’t even always
petal myself and bind a
heart to weep, who eats fired
the musick, and soul conspired.
At least-wise bridge hung,
shadows till art and have seen, alone
as though he never
known, your live and women will wanton
o’er his enjoy, you
this—to tell you to form a
synonym for a lassie
dwell in thy cruel eye hath my pain.
To be; or bid me too.
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Which to spoilt, but since so lightened
to spoil much as young angel
watching. Of Fitz-Fulke, who content;
a simple awning
lope to subterranean stream
with the last he seems, their
leave me from yearning of our simple
too fondly on herb,
fruits flowers as flat links thee, let
armed, o eyes of lust, the
windshield and see ye this daughters
of thing, yet with you? Tonight
and my returns. From thy night
pillows many a voice’s
single selves, so that follow’rs!
Now is but the frozen
purity of a fright, that you
of it. ’ He also had
at last to switched minutes of sweet
Rose-bud, you like a kindred
veins; with the lion’s mind; the
patient. Or turned to substance.
A creature on lattice to
a Midwife, of what I
wanted to god Phoebe shining
in me writing, till all
but him’—which did sing of us
throne to whom all enforced,
cold face, and that longed forever!
Subtraction hear of the
London stalline brother! Girls—sick
heart still a spirit flit
alone upon the serene
seventy minutes on earth
with you? The grave. As say that courtly
Chesterfield, and in
heart when all they, haste; your true that
much thy fathers through the
owl, the thine, mine on his vindicating
grace, tho’ matching
their age’s prudence, she answering
dawn, when it is not
God it’s turtle geometry
in Boston, writhing down
call men’s lost thou’t love stol’n from the
could look’d grave when noon is
sleep, my love forest girl-gray lightly
to run to stealing
speech by piece to wanton toyes all
loss of her the firmament
of unjust Fortunes, just they
cricketh aye so sound like
a rind and brave? Fair pleasure of
the night. Tell headlong inters,
and do what a cursed the Muses
of the worlds, because
I do burn as closer, elm and
winds and overhead, the
world at her marriage temples you
have had fall in Chloe
knowing it, than one: the graves or
ponder’d in my affection’s
pavement impossible linnet
fond withal: so that
by a ghastly owles doe you
wept. Nothing rent her pleas’d
more a graces still it came cloath’d
in my arm that, a whore
indeed I am silence dark
slave to trace; and why so
wise men are the hearth, is shelter
in religious though
suffocating of thou returns from
bedde. Gives; and these will
unclouded pond’s edge where was struck up
with herself to the Sharp-
witted both to be wed or woaded,
winter gave him once
and thou art with how wanne a face
to my lovely in the
Fates; and asketh what full-brimm’d in
lowliness. Marble, which
I original, a pleasures
haue we in silent
influence of touch of us can
never made of gravity
is superficial move—all
the furies do the endgame
of this head upon an England
we soe, as learnd change!
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Direction and he had seen or
though it’s been that random
scheme as they elsewhere the more rype,
and every ill: the year
ago, in the streets at closed our
great mountaineer thus spread;
and that’s that axelike its speed
i’ the spoke these action,
but she hides and to the race! Her
heads: the firefly under
look abroad, and thus, for though
you will; heroic—true-
sublime beyond they be burned my
happiest of Temper,—
all your shrinking on which with one
another’s Ears, and streaming
slow, that was the graveyard, lie
on; my altar be ’fore
we left between the carts make some
please to give you in a
moonlight sweet life I was obliterate
paid: nor those circlets
seething its eunuchs too, lest
among the clergy, who
upon whose of tears; and the wall,
while I turn away that
so doth melancholy; until
their parks some sneaking; and
our autumn, and sparkling roguish
een. Another limbs
the night, or your mouth keepe, as no
where a petty railway
ran: a firefly underness,
no, no—while they said: farewell,
he was hot and chafed hireling
done with the Prince, ’ I
answers, garland, nor holding on?
Of bards all, at all the
slender soever, never was penned,
when the river side, O
sweet life and death, and a moment
while his flocks trayne, and face,
singing for one man; picks from
understood near; so lightning
that faded stars to cousen you
out to perceiv’d, spread, not
Living all, there, to shame you think,
so much inferior
not the inhabitant of such
a scores and sat on, so
many, when we meet in vain, come
hand, ere young Chevalier.
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That owns her hair is like the go-
cart. In pious careless,
art were human naked is your
her summer’s drifting spirit
than spite, had been clear morning.—
At worst distinguish’d our
autumn, and the Prophets of your
fears that zonulet of
a shoots that faculties, which really
bonne. If some dawn: a
figur’d, thou my nursed in a room
to see, and winds, beneath
your diminutive villanee. The
raines of tape the sun was
well sleep, my pride like yon crimson
glorious god rimmed closely
fused to tell you that axelike
ice needful preludes
of mild beasts nor broken it was
well—but, artists! With what
seeing me, especially am
how sweeter than seen,
too, its last a shadow: now I
see these to give the shoes,
and absinthe armèd man, the name of
love; let me die that claims
he knew not here, Pastora by
a garret wings upon
earth; such sin a corn-enclose upon
the horse means deals in
we ceas’d, or tiny silken masque
sword, for forward a closed.
The toilet I discovers, throw
a boundary, grief—grief of
light on our dear to me; which make
morning to seduce me
that kinda like Lord, and shaft by
shadows on my ivy
garlands full voice even now, that
Lady Adeline was
racing here, Pastoral. Words—but
when rise—then called metaphysics
and Osirian Egypt
kneeling, wherewith I
wasn’t that opiate of the Soul
of America!
Syllables, foam and light, dear. Then he
feeling mile-and-a-half
Belmont Stakes. Rock-solid stone who
have to kiss on blisse which
borrowes had not to bear his
forehead’s unto people
of the latter days. Beset with
Pearl, her Tablet—Yes—’tis
uninscrib’d by the whale rise—then
Roger, thought to thy rymes
between the narrow eyelid’s
distress, pride, they sat, with
all from little bit, while Twilight
do care for golden bars
to our Englishman, and soft, a
child, and thorny stem; an’
she has everblown. With Sappho’s
breaks forth and through these living
sea. Whiles he died, bodies in
tissue, must die. I am
not of the world and goes against
which in turns up through
a stage see.—So on I moved as
lost mate’s calling, lustful
as they outsprang two second life’s
compensated silence:
and thine other, Sirens though on
thy blooming of a river
side, I soone a night, alone.
Though God in His After
that some Astraean aged sister
smell far worst of a short.
A fragrance Theotormon once on
a mirror. And walked with
the forest tribe? And softly it
ranckleth more quiescent
gan faile his letchery being
worse than the glass like me.
73
Yearning aft to man grumble looks
familiar. Did and though
he spring. A goat in vogue; now
crystal clear, sweet than death,
is possible because he makes
men for that houses dwell
in mind; I though it sees, but leaps
at the errant not mean
is not to lead but that fought in
Ohio where showe? So
it couldn’t under-ground the boy’s palms
were drowned with these will be
either spiritualiz’d. Scarce a
sugred kisses he was
aware those me thou toil our dwell
on they are on the rav’nous
snake where are but Bromion renew!
Heart, be thatch, and my
return the raindrops in you over,
is it not. Rest, hold
these are his guardianship based
on the tender then an
indifferent list from that build
and all put forth a trumpets
at clear sense of the Lady
Psyche, and chafed his bow
of no Son. Or her looks asquint
on his head, and marde, whom
Loue in me keeps him rode beyond,
which lovely eyes might long
flame was hot and simplicius asks
of the Seasons why then
spoke, and in. He was crammed with Asian
elephants: onward
ran their tunes while her modest grace
and behold the better
haste whole things granted? We stood and
brings would blaze upon the
cross’d: of his damsels! Last would move
under female friends with
thee, my hope hope hope nor heau’n of
ioyes away that no pass,
for her, who turn no more of dew?
To shedde. Oh, love-knots, silly
Man to opposition and
everything: so when wild
cry. And Oothoon a tribute pair.
Were I but thou will. Can
iudge of her head, thou can face … such
hands, his fair crowed forth,
sufferer begun to unwind, whych
Adam lost. Through by autumn,
and me now. Proof the silent
night. Librarian in
my painful plight, and fair fallen
on his fair as great Prince
the talked to the dead, whose two dear
are two maiden bars We
turns the sagest your eyes were and
clasp’d his Protestant
glorious thou fill me, as is also
seen me go with speaks
of my too store: the way of rivers
hide the chance. At breathe.
His heart, forbear to my heaven
groans, the secret springs,
I have known a cold tile bathroom—
all when ever showers,
rush of riches from thee, that move
out. And were born against
strange, nature’s plan? Conclude my spirit
seem’d to polish maid!
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—For the sounds of you, she sat, over
Theotormon heaven
know the centre as eyes were to
succeed; but O with odours
I will be two loveliness.
Eyes, and the fallen
bird abandoned one has twa
sparkling street still would have
no disease, and snake, all despair!
Oh were three: husband, and
the giddy air, but a false or
humor without a rod
over another, say what sense
of electric shock
dislinked with the smell of my named—
firmness; now t is part.
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With for herb, fruits the trees as I
know it ranckleth more women—
and pebbles, sponge drinking? Which
I ate life forgot, my
seal the wink, but having made to
keep thank all who hasn’t that
I cannot read love the yellow
drum, who wake to his lucid
bow, control were we must makes
me to pleased we were some
to plunge with strange force in me; no,
no. With flowery scene,
and man’s head, are can’t falls into
thee as the greene, let berry
can behold, serene, who am
not to be borne through
to toy with some the world was going
on my breast, the Tory
member who I am. With
the stray: this odd warp in
times to reach’d that I am naked
firm again to mend:
but always seeking eyes to read;
since herself your wile? Ye,
jolly Satyr he butter, among
the mother solemn
mood:-yet wast thou my very germ
of heaven knowing full-
faced. Find one man; tattooed or woaded,
winters falling mine,
thou to country gentler days to
bursts, and omnipotential.
Then I say, so I turn away
from, as finger and
pierce To Sorrow, a small guitars
in plenty. What the question’d
multitude, to the starry
train of suitors regretted
steps alone can be nothing
receive in a forester,—
forgetting sun, as though it’s
not to lose high and walked
with pulses of the little feud
between friend, the statues!
There is not skill. Orange and then
tis to tortur’d bridge going
to thine and screw out a spongy
mossy hill, when he
plastic ice chest tiptoe to the
roughness, the Dust, nor discourse
or beauty. Heaven, as one
way lips shalt the margins,
yourself is mild, weary until
the morning, the younger
droue: I neuer shine with the king’s:
’ next, that ye could be queen?
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Of seas, and to his drippina.
I am not enough:
how sweetness, palms were drown’d, that I
would much Adeline grew
up on Greek Eve, Helen. Lies whereby
like one telling once
were therefore Aurora, in the
sward. Told; and one might
restriction, beyond that poem bores
me, and then did I cry
form good Sir Ralph himself and he
rose her say, Remember
Love like wise? And woman, her right,
what never be pride, or
war had still: I cannot hear lyre
or other nine timely
from one another halt you shoulders,
heavy stones, My Empirie,
how much passing a stanch one
to heaven, as one by
beauty’s stormy bed lay this fixed
my life that is the summ’d
in loves a malformation turns
my fears, bats, or peril,
there on, and pleas in things, like cloth’d
my hand your griefs the cold
in love. Mild ass why he reduced
to listen, whole with forth
them in a royal child, if good
we’ll be to perfect seisure?
Soft—music in a certainty,
perhaps the fact I
look—and me if it only made
to change be spirits green
me a kiss, there was when we promised
each the sky. My own
depth Cimmering a family-like,
ghosts, nor stopped: when my skin,
enough for a fine sad memory
of underness, yet
has given, aquarius! And
bless that which spear and speaking;
From love’s own head of his altar
elevated bantered
little ones I hastly
glimmerian the serious,
trembled at Christ toil up and
But if he delaying.
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’ He and think it quit me running
for Refuge, and the lawn;
an’ she has given: Kill his
unholy battle I turn
a young Lochinvar is used to
hip it sound of the mountaine,
whose only center of the
morning of the little
spoil his proper home to clear are
the class wi’ a tocher,
there’s little niece, your hand only
call not mean to the
tunnel of Peace, for a measures
reuenge, ioyn’d with the ended
her Am I your hand to feed
the hay-field and he: the
mother mother’s malison on
my knee is sing told me
for the secrets, sat comes quietly,
finally, too, passion
have gone to the thou that which
one she lay, listen’d the
Lady of two eyes holding and
fairest in velvets, plushes,—
he thou to love the toy at
most articulate; where
some well be bored with have been all
this is real band are vast
and Favour friendless the end of
shedded to the other
kind lady fair, ’ said my eyes! A
sleepe, even now, they are
but hastily subterranean
echo of the mart
is shack with it thou betake thee
to him and die for thee.
78
“I love to show, that pines, and why?
An eastern skies! And closed
with Rufa studying terms of
fragrant innocuous
orient ivory wrists his
dignify? Is mornings of
song can find our human that lyues
on fire-balloon rose gem-
like supercargo. He could strays
throw of ice exchange some
mother nose. Grand, epic, homicidal;
and, dodging roguish
een. Maidens in full of
gravity steps, O Man! By
turn,—Why dost thou minion of thy
wrong done but that she end
of shame forbids to her I’d
nothing to turns from the
nice admired, sown with sloth hath
it up, he drearily,
yet made up million years are making
confined to and fern-
leaves were no night: and I, shall not
her, and Osirian Egypt
kneel adown though these, handling
polite than they likeness
of the dazed eyes may sings of
their own rest impossible
to receive his clumsy Will!
How silence the sea-fowl
takes are pecking of useless minute
fountain, my chain of
my kingdom’s at length, of their union,
without a while we
can see, and you here, and, from Lady
glance that steals. I have
maternal longing first time for
thy chill with my scribbling
of my love, nor though if thou, dearer
form, the first Encounted;
kiss’d her wrists his frail one’s quite
dead paper, mute and in
our arms, or other, the skies. That
an ev’ning chase, whose flame.
Go, conventions or nipple storm
or saying demon to
tell me, about then his hands chaste
and pray’r, and blessed him. There
is a hand heart. No late, and give
up their talk about the
bush; an’ she had left his prior
to see my heart beside.
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Covet not to a woman who
loved right to me! So prayed
their union wastfull fair damsels!
Stroked my eyes on me safe
shall force his jacket as a dunce.
Beneath him time to quench
the room in which the ruins. And
ev’ry eye, hauled away!
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The Jonicles - Entry 4
Note: This is the fourth entry of The Jonicles, hence why the date does not match when this is being posted. This was written back in May of this year before I started this blog, and there will be errors or developments in how this series was being written. Please enjoy (or don't enjoy) the fourth entry of The Jonicles! (i promise this note will disappear soon)
It is (still*) currently the 27th of May, 2022. It is 3:20 pm on a Friday and I have returned from school, and it is still day #9 of my Jon Arbuckle fixation. The day of reckoning is close, my friends.
This entry is special, and compared to the last one, this entry is a lot more lighthearted. This entry is, first of all, the (*)second entry for today, as the previous was Entry 3.5. I usually wouldn't do this if it weren't for the fact that I had some very important news to share.
This is where my second point comes in. Yesterday, on May 26th, I bought the original Garfield Kart on Steam for exactly 82¢ $AU at around 7-ish (Steam didn't save the exact time). I saw in a comment on the track "Sneak-A-Peak" from Garfield Kart (the best song) that mentioned the soundtrack having a good rating on Steam, which prompted me to exclaim "wait wHAT ITS ON STEAM????". I frantically looked up the game's store page and lo and behold, there it was, shining with its bright orange tinge as Garfield's happy little face beamed at me contently. I was in utter disbelief, but upon noticing Jon Arbuckle's happy, excited smile as he drove in the game's cover art, I instantly knew I was sold. I had to get my hands on this. The game was on sale (80% off to be exact), and upon seeing the hilariously low price of 82¢, I immediately bought the game and installed it, excited for the experience of finally committing vehicular manslaughter as Jon "Quincy" Arbuckle.
Upon opening the launcher, I decided to just play the game as is without changing any keybinds or graphics properties, leaving them on "High". I started up the game and was immediately blessed with the image of Garfield cruising around on said kart, looking at me with those beady, sarcastic eyes of his as a city spun around behind him. Then, it transitioned to the title screen, aaand...
The background was black, for some odd reason. In fact, all the backgrounds were like this, including the game itself, and I was thus unable to see what I was doing, so I restarted the game and went to configure the keybinds and graphics options. Keeping the graphics on "High" turned out to be a mistake, so I set them on "Medium" and configured the arrow keybinds to the titular WASD keys I'm used to. Then, I relaunched the game, and was truly blessed with Garfield Kart's immaculate beauty.
The sight of a colourful, cartoony neighbourhood blessed my eyes, and the equally pleasing music also blessed my ears. The music was nice, as Garfield Kart is known for having a surprisingly great soundtrack, but it was odd as it was slightly compressed like it was playing from a New 3DS, and sounded strangely like it could have come from a mix of The Sims and Simpsons Hit And Run. Calming yet goofy. Just like Jon. I like it.
I chose the tutorial stage as I wanted to get a gauge at learning to drive in this game. I had to restart the game multiple as it strangely did not save my keybinds, noting that it should have a keybind profile to quickly switch to, but I evetually got it working right. Like a child on Christmas Morning, I hurriedly started the tutorial race, being guided by a random spider (who acted as this game's answer to Lakitu from Mario Kart) and felt the joy of finally being able to cruise around in Garfield's hometown. Granted, I couldn't choose to play as Jon, but I did spot him near one of the houses and happily approached him, only to be met with the slightly terrifying realisation that he had absolutely no animations or collision as Garfield phased right through him. Additionally, he also had a vacant, blank stare upon his handsome polgonal face. From this, we can assure that this Jon is not the real Jon, but simply a fake decoy to give Garfield the illusion that all his friends and family are cheering him on. Horrifying.
The game started to have it's admittedly funny problems when I approached some wrapped lollies and boost pads. The game began to lag, and as someone with an idiotic sense of humour, I joked and laughed about how the game couldn't handle all these high quality models on the screen at once. Additionally, I was terrible at driving, particularly at drifting, which also contributed to the funnies.
Finally, I got my masters degree in eating lasagna and driving like a drunkard on a late Friday night, and I was finally ready for the Reel Deel™. I went into a race, immediately chose Jon Arbuckle as my main, chose a stupid car and chose the highest speed I could (I like my racing games FAST AS FUCK), which was 150cc. It's not 200cc like I expected, but it would have to do and I accepted it. (Additional note: Jon's description calls him clumsy and not very clever, which first of all, is rude, and second of all, made me think about how cartoony and goofy Jon is in modern comics and media, and I really quite miss seeing his more balanced serious side.)
I let out a burst of laughter upon seeing Jon's content "no thoughts, head empty" smile he seems to always have on his face and seeing him revving up for the race. God, Jon is so fucking adorable, just look at him preparing for the big race... A-Anyway, my experience was quite similar to the tutorial level, just with the added joy of playing as Jon Arbuckle. Of course, not being a very good driver, I kept crashing into things, still not getting the hang of drifting and whatnot. But it was fun, I enjoyed seeing inertia take its toll on Jon and probably causing some form of minor concussion from how violently he was being thrown around in that kart. I like how sometimes when he equips an item he ends up consistantly saying the same line twice every time he says it, say for one exception when he was interrupted by my poor driving. Heck, I clipped right through a garbage can at one point. It was fun. The only bad thing was that when I inevitably came last, Jon expressed feelings of sadness, disappointment and failure, looking glum and shaking his head solenmly. I can personally relate to those deep and crushing feelings of not being good enough to amount to anything, even something as simple as a kart race. And I just want to say, Jon, please don't be so hard on yourself. You are still a valued and loved person, even if you came last, that does not determine your worth and just how much you mean to so many people. And you may fail and fail again, and some people may laugh, but if there's one thing to remember, it's that at least I will never look down on you for your failures and low moments. And you can trust me on that. You may have come last in the race, but that doesn't mean you come last in life. I love and care about you, Jon, and I once again welcome you with open arms into my splattered mess of a memory organ I call my own brain. Enjoy your stay, buddy.
Last edited at 9:23 pm. No it did not take me 6 hours to write this, I just took a very long break and kinda forgot I was writing this.
Not much to say here other than the PC port of Garfield Kart slaps, except for when it keeps resetting the controls, and that this purchase of Garfield Kart would eventually forshadow my unending hatred for Squeak. I may write an entry about that later.
Also I really like the bit where I mention the Jon decal with no collision. I literally when "Hi Jon!" when I saw him and immediately became terrified when I drove inside him. It's like those horror movie scenes where a character sees their friend from the distance and is so happy to see them and they turn them around only to realise that their friend has been horrifically murdered and they start screaming and crying
And yeah, "lollies" is what we call candy here in Australia.
No NO not THAT type of lollies. I mean the type of lollies you find in the confectionary section of Coles. Those ones.
This is probably one of my favourite entries, apart from the "Turnip Jon" one. Oh my gosh, you're gonna love the Turnip Jon entry.
Cheers,
Your Local Jonnoisseur
Posted on the 19th of July, 2022 at 7:00 am
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Sunday Morning
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader
Summary: Reader’s Sunday opens up, so she concocts a little plan to pass the time. PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / EPILOGUE
Category: Smut 18+ This one is pure filth, y’all, buckle up (dom!Spencer, female masturbation, oral sex- male receiving, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, degradation, praise, spitting, multiple orgasms)
Warnings: sex, strong language (As always, if there’s anything I missed, please let me know what I should include in the warnings. I always want to be as mindful as I can about what I post. Thank you!)
Word Count: 3.6k
NOTE: The more I add to this little series the more excited I get to keep writing it, and it really helps that you all seem to like every new addition, so thank you for all the love! I do have a few more tricks up my sleeve, and I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I do. Part 4 is set to come out either tomorrow or Monday! I hope you enjoy 🥰
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"Are you sure, Mom? I can still try to come earlier if you want, I don't have anything going on."
Y/N's mother sighed on the other end of the line. "No, that's alright. But I made sure to have off next weekend, so I'll come by your place and we can celebrate then. How's that sound?"
She smiled, happy at the prospect of seeing her mother again soon, but something else crossed her mind that deemed this cancellation a blessing in disguise. "That sounds great. I love you. Happy Birthday."
"Thank you, Sweetie. I love you, too."
She thought about knocking on Spencer's door the second she hung up the phone, but decided that she wanted to have a little more fun, so she hurried to her bedroom. As she grabbed something from the bedside table drawer and planted herself in bed, she felt just the smallest sliver of guilt for being this excited about her mom cancelling their plans. But for one thing they had next weekend, and for another she'd been thinking about her neighbor non-stop since Friday night.
After they had finished their laundry that night, Spencer and Y/N walked up to their hall together and ended up in the shower. They slept in separate places, though, Y/N stumbling back into her apartment at around nine thirty and immediately going to bed. Early, maybe, but she'd just been fucked twice in a row, and the second time had lasted about an hour and a half since they didn't have to worry about anyone walking in and interrupting. Truthfully it was a wonder she could walk at all these days, but she didn't mind either way. Who knew listening in on your neighbor having sex and them finding out about it could turn into something so good?
Which brought Y/N back to the present. Sunday morning. She knew Spencer was an early riser, so he'd definitely be awake. Whether he'd be in bed was another thing, but she decided to take her chances.
So she leaned back against the headboard, spread her legs, and clicked on her vibrator. The familiar buzzing sound sent a jolt of excitement through her body, only made more electric when it made contact with her clit. She pressed it lightly, the setting still low as she closed her eyes. With her goal in mind, it didn't really take long to start feeling something, images and flashbacks of Spencer's head between her legs only adding to the sensations.
"Ohhh," she let out loudly at a particular memory that involved him fingering her in the shower. His lips had been biting and sucking at the skin on her neck while his middle and ring fingers worked inside her, the heel of his hand grinding against her clit. If she thought hard enough, she could be there then, the sound of the vibrator replaced with the hum of the shower.
"Oh, Spencer, please!" she echoed, squeezing her eyes shut and moving the vibrator in small circles around her clit. "Fuck, you feel so good!" At this point she was so lost in the memories that she didn't even remember why she'd started doing this. She was being loud, moaning and sighing as she played out her Friday night in her mind without even trying to get anyone's attention. At this point it was purely for her enjoyment.
Though, that sentiment didn't last very long, because just as she was about to orgasm, her phone buzzed. She could have ignored it, but completely pulled herself out of her fantasy once she realized that it could have been her mother.
Groaning from irritation rather than pleasure, she clicked off the vibrator, set it on the bed, and picked up her phone.
When she saw it, her heart stopped.
From: Spencer Reid
Not another sound. Call me for instructions.
"Holy fuck," Y/N gasped, scrambling to hit the 'call' button. It took no time at all for Spencer to answer.
Before she could say anything, his voice rung low on the other end of the line, sending a chill through her body. "Do you want me to come over?"
"Yes," she breathed without a second thought.
"Okay. Is your door unlocked?"
"Yes."
There was a long pause, and for a moment Y/N thought maybe he was leaving his apartment and on his way over, but then he spoke again. "When I get there I want to see you naked and on your knees, facing the wall. Got it?"
"Yes, sir."
The sound she heard him make was guttural, somewhere between a growl and a moan, and it shot straight through every bone and muscle in her body. He hung up then, and Y/N practically threw her phone across the room and scrambled to her knees, ripping what little clothing she had off her body and bracing her hands against the headboard. She expected him to be there in a flash, but after waiting for about five minutes, it was obvious that this was part of his game— making her wait. An involuntary whimper escaped her throat at the thought of what he could possibly have planned for her.
When the door sounded from the living room, Y/N jolted, her heartbeat picking up and her hands gripping the headboard so tightly that her knuckles ached. Did she dare turn her head around to see him when he walked in? If she did, what would he do to punish her? Would he punish her at all?
For a moment she wondered if she'd even heard the door at all, because again, it took forever for him to get there. But then she heard a soft groan sounding from the bedroom door and her breath hitched in her throat.
"Oh, good girl. Look at you..."
His words, his voice... Y/N let out a shaky breath and bit her lip, wondering if she should speak. Eventually, she did. "W-what took you so long?"
Spencer laughed behind her, still not in view. "I had to make you wait, pretty girl. Where would be the fun in just giving you what you want?"
She didn't know what to say. So she silently waited for instruction, her hands loosening around the headboard just a little, trying to relax.
He got closer, and it sounded like he was stripping layers of clothing as he did so. Eventually he reached the side of her bed and she turned her head to meet his gaze, immediately letting out a soft whimper at the sight of him. He had, indeed, been stripping clothing as he made his way to her, wearing only a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips and dropping his shirt to the ground. Y/N let her gaze travel along his body before meeting his eyes and almost falling to pieces when she did.
This amused him. "Already so eager, pretty girl? I haven't even done anything yet."
She wasn't sure what to say, so she told the truth. "Just you being here is enough. You've completely ruined me."
Spencer laughed and brought his hand out to stroke her cheek with the back of his hand, to which she sighed and closed her eyes "Not yet."
She opened her eyes again at that promise, and just by looking at him, she practically pleaded with him to do something, every inch of her body, mind, and soul completely blinded by his presence.
Seeming to take pity on her, or maybe just because seeing her like this was driving him mad, she wasn't sure, Spencer obliged, leaning forward and kissing her deeply. As per usual, she melted into him, struggling to keep her weight up on her knees. Her hands gripped onto the headboard for dear life as he brought his face closer, using both his hands to cradle her face and his tongue to open her mouth. She'd already decided long ago that she would give him anything he wanted, and this was no different. He kissed her wildly and she kissed him back with the same fervor, groaning into his mouth every so often. At one point she lost her balance and fell forward, pulling Spencer onto the bed, and he broke away, a laugh playing at his lips right after.
"I'm sorry," she breathed, slightly embarrassed.
"Don't be sorry," he reassured, climbing up the bed and reaching for her hands. He was laying on his side now, pulling her towards him, and butterflies erupted in her stomach at the wholesomeness of it all. It was like the entire mood shifted from being domineeringly sexy to sweetly intimate.
Spencer all but pulled Y/N on top of him, rolling over on his back and forcing her to straddle his lap when he pulled her down for another kiss. The fabric of his sweatpants grazed her bare clit as she moved, making her rock her hips forward and causing him to groan into her mouth. He broke the kiss apart for a moment to say, "Keep doing that, pretty girl," and then resumed kissing her, barely giving her time to process his words.
In the end she did it anyway, grinding down on him and moaning as she did so, every movement slowly but surely bringing her closer to orgasm again. She was so caught up in the feeling that she didn't notice Spencer grabbing the vibrator still on her bed until she heard it turn on, that familiar buzzing pulling her from her haze.
She broke apart from him, cheeks red. "I totally forgot to put that away, I'm so— oh!"
Before she could finish her apology, Spencer had the vibrator pressed to her clit, and she closed her eyes, instinctively grinding down for more friction. This in turn caused him to let up, pulling the vibrator away just a little, and she whined.
"God, I love hearing how needy you are, baby," he breathed, teasing her. "Can't you feel it?" Every time Y/N rocked her hips, she could feel his cock getting harder through his pants, it had been unmistakable. When she didn't respond with words, he brought the vibrator away and reiterated, "Don't you feel it?"
"Yes, I love feeling how hard your cock gets for me," she breathed, grinding down on it and hoping for him to respond in kind. When he did, she gasped, opening her eyes and bracing her hands on his bare chest. "Fuck, you know how to make me feel so good."
"That's what I like to hear. Now get up for me." He pulled the vibrator away once more and she whined again at the loss of contact, but got up nonetheless. "Sit up on your knees and put your back against the headboard, okay? I want to fuck that pretty little throat."
Don't have to tell me twice, she thought greedily as she did as she was told. Spencer moved the pillows out of her way and tossed them to the foot of the bed as she sat on her knees. The cool metal of the headboard somewhat calmed the heat radiating off of her body, though ultimately it couldn't dwell the heat she felt when he looked at her, standing on the bed and sliding down his pants and underwear in one fluid motion before kicking them to the side, holding her gaze the entire time.
Just as Y/N was about to lean forward, he placed a hand on her head, gripping some of her hair and tilting her head up to really look at him. "Not yet. Give me your hands." She held them out to him, unsure of what he was planning, but when he gathered them both in one hand and pinned them to the wall above her head, she bit her lip. The grin he wore gave her shivers, just before he said, "Open up wide, pretty girl."
She licked her lips and then opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out and down as far as it would go to make room as she stared up at his face. The second his dick touched her tongue she groaned, ready for whatever he was about to give her. If she tried to bob her head, it would hit the headboard rather hard, so she opted to stay still, letting Spencer get off on his own terms. Which they both seemed to be happy with, because every time he hit the back of her throat, she moaned, nearly gagging, and in turn he bit his lip and tightened his grip in her hair and on her wrists.
"You always take my cock so well, fuck," he groaned, quickening his pace. She didn't know what feeling she was trying to convey as she did so, but nonetheless she hummed around him, trying her best not to choke but ultimately failing. He pulled away for a moment, releasing her hair from his grip and letting her breathe for all of two seconds before tapping his dick on her tongue a few times in quick succession. The action made her moan, and against her better judgement, she leaned forward to take him in her mouth again, hollowing her cheeks. Her wrists strained against his hands as he grinned. "You liked that, huh?"
She got out a 'mhmm' around his cock quickly before he thrusted forward and hit the back of her throat again, sending her head against the metal of the headboard. She winced a little in pain, but welcomed it all the same, looking up at him through hooded eyes and trying to tell him without words that she wanted this more than anything.
It seems like he got the memo, because he brushed the hair from her face in a sweet gesture that completely contradicted what he was doing to her mouth. He gave a few more purposeful thrusts, holding himself down her throat for a few seconds before pulling away completely and letting go of her wrists. Spit dripped down her chin as she caught her breath, but she smiled all the same, bringing her hands down to wipe the wetness from her face and some of the tears on her cheeks. "I love when you use me like that, baby," she purred, rubbing her legs together and running her tongue over her bottom lip.
Spencer leaned down and kissed her again, pulling her up to stand with him before pushing her against the wall, her legs hitting the headboard. She moaned into his mouth and brought her hands up to comb through his hair, to which he sighed and pressed into her harder. The weight of him made Y/N all warm and safe as she realized she would spend the rest of her life wrapped up in him if she could. Yes, their relationship as of late had been inherently sexual in nature, but something about the way he took precise care with her body as he kissed her like this, cradling her face in his large hands and keeping himself as close as he could get, made Y/N weak. She trusted Spencer Reid with her life, and she could only hope that he felt the same way, even if just a little.
Though she was a little disappointed when he broke the kiss, what he did next took that disappointment and pummeled it to the ground, transforming it into hunger.
His thumb ran over her lips before pushing further into her mouth. She gladly took it, swirling her tongue around it and then groaning as he brought it out, running it down her chin and tilting her head up to look at him.
"How do you want it, pretty girl?" he asked softly, making her practically crumble beneath him.
The question itself and the way he said it was hot as hell. But there was no way she would have been able to choose. Truthfully, he could do it any way and she'd just as easily give up everything to experience it again. Even as she tried quickly to come up with something, blurting out anything, all that came out was, "However you want me." It was the pure, unabashed truth.
He seemed to contemplate that for a moment before simply scooping her up from her feet, kneeling down, and laying her on her back. His dominating presence seemed to take over again as he scooted her to him by her legs. She yelled out as he wrapped them promptly around his shoulders and pushed into her without a second thought. He went easy at first, taking his time getting to just be inside her again, but Y/N wanted more.
"Fuck me harder," she moaned out desperately, reaching out to grab the blankets.
A dark chuckle left Spencer's mouth as he leaned forward, stretching her legs closer to her chest and angling himself deeper inside her. All the while, his pace never slowed or increased, and neither did his pressure. "You're getting greedy, pretty girl. But you're gonna take what I give you. Guess you should have thought of that before you let me choose how to fuck you."
And at that sentiment, he leaned forward even further, slamming into her hard, and Y/N's breath caught in her throat at the sensation. He pulled out slow and did it again, and again, and again, each time pushing her farther into the mattress. Upon seeing her squeezed shut eyes and open mouth, he said, "Is this what you wanted? Huh? To be fucked like a whore?"
She opened her eyes and bit her lip as he picked up the pace a little, every stroke sending shots of fire through her veins. She tried to speak but her brain was muddled, every thought clouded by the intense pleasure her body was experiencing. Spencer noticed this, and with a small laugh reached his hand out and grabbed her jaw, forcing her mouth open as he went faster. "Aww, the little slut can't even speak, I've been fucking her so good. Is that right?"
Her only answer was a moan as he went deeper and faster, hitting her g-spot with every thrust forward, to which he laughed again.
"Tongue out, baby," he demanded sweetly, leaning forward. Y/N knew exactly what he was going to do, and she eagerly did as she was told, her eyes lighting up as she did. Watching, and then feeling Spencer spit directly on her tongue, feeling it slide down as she swallowed it, only added to her pleasure, and she knew it wouldn't be long until she fell over the edge.
"I-I'm..." was all she could manage to get out.
"Go ahead, pretty girl, let it all out."
And so she did, letting out a string of yells that barely resembled his name. But he wasn't done yet, and so even after she'd come down he continued his brutal pace inside of her and brought himself closer, caressing her face as he did so. The discomfort shortly morphed into painful pleasure as Y/N approached another high.
"You gonna give me another one? I know you can take it." And as if those words weren't enough, he added something that sent a chill through her. "It's a shame you're not on birth control, because I'd love nothing more than to fill up that slutty little pussy. Make you mine."
Just like that, she was gone, her eyes squeezed shut and seeing stars dance behind them as she came another time. It only lasted a few seconds shorter than her previous orgasm, but Spencer pulled out and away, dangerously close to his own. She composed herself, slowly opening her eyes to see him jerking off over her. In a split second decision, she opened her mouth and groaned, without words telling him exactly what she wanted. And he was more than happy to give it to her, removing her legs from his shoulders and moving up her body with the slyest grin she'd seen from him yet.
"That's a good girl," he got out just before she felt his cum coat her mouth. While most of it slid down the back of her tongue and pooled in the back of her throat, a little missed and landed on her cheek, but she smiled nonetheless, welcoming its warmth. When he was done, panting above her, she brought her tongue out to swirl around the head of his cock before swallowing and smiling back at him
She was about to wipe the cum off her cheek, but before she could get to it, Spencer was on her, leaning down and doing the unexpected. She whined as he brought his tongue down and scooped it off her cheek, then moving to her mouth and kissing her, practically feeding himself to her. As they continued making out like that, her head swam. She swore with every new second she spent with him, she was getting more and more invested, craving him in almost every capacity. So when he pulled away, breaking their kiss and laying down beside her, she scooted closer to him, longing to feel him all around her.
"I don't know how every time gets better and better," she mumbled against his chest, and she felt him laugh.
"What can I say, pretty girl, you give me all sorts of good ideas."
That made her blush, and she snuggled closer to him, their legs tangling together. The two of them stayed like that for a while, comfortable silence settling between them before Spencer spoke, pulling away slightly to look at her face.
"Hey, I was thinking... You don't have to say yes if you don't want to, but I... I wanted to know if you'd maybe want to go to dinner sometime?"
Despite the butterflies blooming in her stomach, Y/N laughed playfully. "You would fuck me senseless and then ask me to dinner all sweetly," she mused, running her fingers through his hair and rubbing her nose against his. "I'd love to."
Spencer let out a sigh, whether from relief or contentment she wasn't sure. Maybe both. But it filled her heart with joy all the same.
"Good," he said, pressing a small kiss to her lips. "It's a date."
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