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[domaystic]

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List of prompts

Category: people from everyday life 01. driver 02. shop assistant 03. plumber 04. public servant 05. teacher 06. receptionist 07. mechanic 08. health professional 09. baker 10. landlord

Category: things from everyday life A. konmari B. me/us time C. shopping points D. odd appliances E. building renovations F. frozen G. memento H. wild animal I. ritual J. dreadful weather

Category: general-container-stuff I. proverb II. tutorial III. poll IV. numbers V. emergency VI. quiz VII. cliché VIII. art IX. official document X. song

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[gb-fics]

A Useful Gift

Fanfiction:

Kiryuuin Shou x Kyan Yutaka (Golden Bomber)

Note: It’s Shou’s birthday! (^-^) The fic is set during Gekkan and no one has to keep social distance ... because it’s funnier that way :D

„Now, let’s get to the good part”, Shou announced and eyed the three gift bags piled up in front of him. “Though your presents are usually shit. You never get me anything useful.”

Yutaka thought of rolling his eyes, but decided that it would be a little over the top. He felt self-conscious when the cameras were on them and tried to keep his expression as indifferent as possible. The viewers were supposed to laugh about the presents without getting distracted by their bickering.

He rolled his eyes mentally, though, because Shou always overdid it with the usefulness of his presents.

“Well, we’re only allowed to spend 1000 yen!”, Jun defended himself. “You don’t really get anything good for that.”

“I think you just suck at picking gifts”, Shou muttered and grabbed the first gift bag.

For a moment, Yutaka felt nervous that Shou would pick his one first, although he had put it out of his reach further than the others on purpose. But Shou seemed to understand the hint. Yutaka felt confident, that he had come up with something funny this year and they usually tried to put the most ridiculous gift last for the joke to hit harder.

Shou fumbled with the bag.

Yutaka hoped that neither Kenji nor Jun would steal the show, but he doubted they had thought of anything nearly as good. He had really outdone himself this year. He couldn’t wait to see Shou’s face.

“Oh, great”, Shou said dryly and held up a book. “Another photobook by Kenji. I can add it to my collection.”

“The new one was released after your birthday, so I thought you might want a copy!”, Kenji chimed. “It contains pictures of me. Isn’t that an amazing present?!”

Shou looked down on the cover with slight disdain.

“Because I don’t see enough of you on tour”, he said and put the book down.

Yutaka knew that he wasn’t going to open it. Shou felt that looking at his bandmates’ photobooks was somehow inappropriate. Which was ridiculous in case of Kenji specifically, because they had all seen plenty of nude pictures of him already. Sometimes, Yutaka thought that he knew Kenji’s body better than his own.

“Aren’t you happy?” Kenji was shouting. He sounded cheerful and it was hard to tell if he expected Shou to be overjoyed for real. His voice was teasing yet proud at the same time. Kenji loved showing off his body.

“I’m delighted”, Shou said sarcastically.

“If you liked that, you’re going to love my gift”, Jun said.

Shou made a face, indicating that he was expecting the worst.

He picked up Jun’s bag.

Yutaka licked his lips nervously. He really hoped the gift was going to be as unspectacular as Kenji’s photobook.

Shou reached into the gift bag, making a big show out of feeling around in it.

“There is nothing in there!”, he complained. “Did you get me something this small?”

“It’s not about the size”, Jun said.

Yutaka smirked, but refrained from making a joke.

Finally, Shou pulled something from the bag and held it up. If anything, his expression was even more grim this time.

“Thanks, Jun”, he said without any enthusiasm. “Just what I needed.”

Yutaka looked at the acrylic stand in Shou’s hand, that showed Jun mostly dressed in white.

Shou placed the item on top of Kenji’s photobook and looked down on them for a moment.

“Do you really hate me this much?”, he asked.

“Oi, those are good presents!”, Kenji shouted.

“You can put it on your shelf, so I’ll always be watching over you!”, Jun added.

“Sounds like my personal nightmare”, Shou muttered and pulled the last gift bag towards himself. “This better be good, Yutaka. If it’s something with your face on it, I’m going to scream.”

“Don’t worry”, Yutaka said with a grin. “This one is going to be good.”

Shou gave him a doubtful look, before he put his hand into the bag.

Yutaka’s heartbeat picked up pace. He really hoped this was going to turn out as funny as it had in his imagination. Shou talked about his AV watching habits openly, yet he got flustered by things like looking at a bandmate’s photobook. Yutaka was curious into which category this gift would fall. A part of him really was curious how Shou felt about these things, although that intention had been secondary of course. Yutaka was mostly aiming for a laugh here.

Shou felt around and his eyes widened in a comical expression. He was clearly putting on a show for their viewers, but it still made Yutaka feel giddy with anticipation.

“Well, I know exactly what this feels like”, Shou observed. “But I doubt …”

He pulled the gift out of the bag.

“Oh, never mind”, he said and held the flesh-coloured dildo up for the cameras. Yutaka wondered, if they were going to blur it. He had gone for a naturalistic look. “This is exactly what it felt like.”

“You said you wanted something useful”, Yutaka said, pleased with himself. Even from where he was seated, he could see that the comment section was going wild. “And this is the only one of the gifts you can actually use.”

“Oi!”, Jun protested.

Yutaka looked at him with a stern expression.

“Name one thing you can actually use an acrylic stand for”, he challenged him.

“That … that thing isn’t much better”, Jun said and pointed to the dildo, that Shou was still weighting in his hand.

“Well, I can name one use for it at least”, Yutaka countered. “If you want me to elaborate …”

“Shut up!”, Jun shouted and nearly broke down on his table with laughter. He always laughed harder, when he felt embarrassed.

Kenji was cackling as well.

Shou put the dildo down on Kenji’s photobook quite carefully.

“I thought the other presents were giving me the finger already, but this one takes the message of ‘Go fuck yourself’ to a whole new level.”

Yutaka couldn’t help laughing. This was what he had always liked about Shou. He was funny, not just when it came to writing shows and developing concepts, but he was also spontaneous and never missed a beat. Secretly, Yutaka had hoped he would get a little more flustered about the present, but he took it with dignity; not giving away how he felt about this kind of toy in general.

“You’re welcome”, he said.

“But isn’t it too big?”, Kenji chipped in. “I mean, look at how big it is! And Shou is so small!”

“Fuck you too, Kenji”, Shou huffed.

“Seriously, get up, get up!”, Kenji shouted.

Shou sighed loudly but got up from his seat.

Yutaka snatched the dildo and held it up next to Shou’s hip for comparison.

“Kenji’s right”, he agreed. “If you shove it up your ass, it’s practically going to come back out of your mouth.”

“Oh god, do you have to talk like that!”, Jun complained hysterically. “Just put that thing away.”

Yutaka noticed that he eyed the dildo as if it was a weapon that might attack him anytime.

“There is no way it will fit!”, Kenji repeated. “It’s even bigger than Jun. Look at the girth. And Shou’s anus is so small!”

“Could we not discuss my asshole in public?”, Shou asked and sat down again.

Kenji leaned over the table and formed a small circle with his fingers, that he held right into the camera. “It’s this tiny!”, he shouted.

Yutaka turned and slapped the dildo right into Jun’s face.

Jun started screaming.

Yutaka laughed maliciously.

“Kenji, stop that, put your hand down”, Shou scolded, but he had to laugh in spite of himself.

“Take that thing out of my face, you are being gross!”, Jun shouted, while Yutaka still tried to rub the toy against Jun’s face. Jun raised his arms to defend himself, but he did it so uncoordinatedly, that he nearly fell off his chair.

“It’s not gross. It hasn’t even been used”, Yutaka disagreed. “Yet.”

“Don’t make me think of it!”, Jun protested.

“He’s not going to use it. It’s too big”, Kenji insisted once again.

The only one, who didn’t say anything about possibly using it or not, was Shou himself. It only made Yutaka more curious.

Jun finally lowered his arms to stop fighting and Yutaka lost interest immediately. He put the dildo back down onto the photobook. He still wondered, if they had blurred it. If so, his attack on Jun must have looked pretty ridiculous to the audience.

“You still have to chose your favourite”, Yutaka pointed out.

“Right!”, Kenji agreed. “Please pick your favourite gift.”

“It’s really going to be a tough decision”, Jun said. As usual, he sounded nervous for no specific reason.

Shou stared down on his gifts with an indifferent yet somehow resigning expression.

Yutaka licked his lips. He wasn’t sure what Shou was going to pick. Of course, it would be the gift of which the choice would be funniest to the fans. Shou was that type of person. Yutaka felt oddly stressed, because he himself wouldn’t know how to play off any of the choices as a joke. Maybe he’d pick Jun’s acrylic stand and claim it was at least good for throwing things at.

“I pick the dildo”, Shou finally said after a long pause. “It’s an awful present, but it’s the only one where I don’t have to see one of you idiots.”

“I knew you’d like it, homo”, Yutaka said smugly, but he couldn’t deny that he felt a little surprised. He would have expected Shou to be too uptight to even joke about it. Just sometimes, he wondered about Shou sexual orientation, but he had never dared to ask.

One of the staff members rushed in to collect the items from Shou’s desk to create space for him, although they had already reached the end of the stream anyway. The opening of the gifts had been the climax so to speak.

“That was it for today”, Shou started and Yutaka tuned out while he continued talking next to him. Shou talked a lot on these programs. Occasionally, Yutaka felt like he might as well stay home. A nap would have been a nice alternative.

He only sprung back into life to wave everyone goodbye and wish them a good night. He himself had to suppress a yawn.

“Ah, today was fun, wasn’t it?”, Jun asked as the cameras stopped running. He seemed to have forgotten that someone had slapped a dildo into his face earlier.

“Did you enjoy your birthday, Shou?”, Kenji asked.

“You could have tried a little harder with the presents”, Shou pointed out. “But thank you for participating.” He always scaled down his grumpy act when they were in private as if he was worried it was his duty to motivate them and tell them they did a good job as their band leader. Neither of them had ever viewed Shou as that type of leader, though, and he always seemed a bit helpless when he tried to thank them. Yutaka thought that it was somehow adorable, though.

“Well, I’m going to remove my paint before we leave”, Kenji announced.

“I’m coming with you”, Jun agreed and jumped up.

The staff members were busy carrying the camera equipment out of the room. Yutaka always felt a little uncomfortable watching them do actual work, while he just earned his money sitting around and letting Shou do the talking. He felt useless, but if he offered to help, he’d mostly be in the way, because he never knew where to put the equipment and one time, he had even dropped a pretty expensive mic.

Shou got up and stretched himself. He always seemed bothered by sitting for too long, but it was probably only because of his bad posture.

He looked around the room.

“Did you see where they put the gifts?”, he asked.

“What?”, Yutaka teased. “Are you that eager to look at Kenji’s nudes at home? Just follow him on Instagram like everyone else.”

“No, of course not, I want the dildo”, Shou said. He spoke seriously and not like he was joking at all. It was hard to tell, though, because he was still looking around the room instead of facing Yutaka.

Yutaka’s throat felt oddly tight.

“You do?”, he asked, keeping his voice flat to not give away his emotions.

“Sure”, Shou confirmed. He walked around the tables and started checking the floor as if the staff might just have dropped his gifts.

Yutaka got up awkwardly as well, leaning against the table as he watched Shou. He didn’t really know what to do with his body, but it felt wrong to just remain seated.

“I wasn’t lying, it’s the best present. I mean, I always wanted to get a proper dildo, but then couldn’t bring myself to actually spend the money. I’ve been using a plug for years.” Shou was just rambling on while walking the room that was now empty aside from them. He didn’t look at Yutaka. “Not one of those small, glittery ones, mind you. You know, the mean-looking, black ones, that are more spikey.”

He turned around and indicated a quite impressive size considering he was only talking about a plug.

“You know?”, he repeated and looked at Yutaka so expectantly, as if he really assumed he knew exactly what kind of sex toy Shou was talking about. He’d probably seen it in AVs before and assumed the rest of the world watched as much porn as him.

Yutaka shrugged, hoping to look more knowledgeable than he was.

He tried not to imagine Shou using anything dildo-like on himself. How flushed he would be and how aroused and how naked.

“Glad my present turned out to be …” He cleared his throat. “… pleasing.”

Shou turned around again, continuing his pacing through the room.

“I just wish you hadn’t picked one that’s the size of Godzilla’s cock”, he complained.

“Oh no, it’s not. Godzilla’s cock was too expensive”, Yutaka said dryly.

Shou laughed.

“Seriously, I wonder if Kenji is right though. I might not be practiced enough to make it fit.”

Yutaka licked his lips. Shou’s casualness made him insecure. He did not want to think about how practiced Shou was in this regard or what that practice looked like in detail.

“Sorry, I didn’t think you were actually into gay sex toys”, he huffed out to defend himself.

Shou turned around again and frowned.

“What are you talking about?”, he asked, sounding annoyed. “It’s a toy. It doesn’t have a gender. It says nothing about your sexual orientation. It’s gay when you are with another man. But when I’m doing it by myself, there is no other man involved. There is nothing gay about enjoying some additional stimulation. It’s physically pleasing regardless of whom you are attracted to.”

As much sense as Shou’s words made, they still confused Yutaka. He felt a disappointment, that surprised himself. He hadn’t gotten the gift with a certain intention after all. It had been meant as a joke, something that would make the fans laugh.

“If you say so”, he mumbled, making it sound sarcastic. He felt like he wanted to avenge some sort of hurt that he couldn’t quite name. Shou’s statement hadn’t invalidated him in any way after all. “I just wasn’t expecting it from you.”

“Oh, trust me, if you can do it by yourself, I’ve tried”, Shou said.

Yutaka tried to laugh, but his throat felt too tight for it to come out naturally. It sounded as if he was coughing.

“Whatever”, he said, scared that Shou would offer any more details that he wouldn’t know how to deal with.

“I didn’t take you to be this prudish”, Shou bit out sharply, seemingly aware that Yutaka was trying to change the topic.

He had crossed the room completely now and had stopped short in front of the tables again.

His words were clearly meant as an accusation. Yutaka felt like they were fighting, but he didn’t know about what. He felt angry at Shou, although he couldn’t explain what kind of reaction he had been hoping for. And Shou seemed angry at him, although Yutaka felt like he had stayed pretty neutral.

“Well, not all of us need to stick to toys to enjoy themselves”, he said, although he knew it was Shou’s weak spot. He was sensitive about not feeling attractive enough to be desirable to others. It was the kind of comment, that was aiming to hurt Shou, even though Yutaka still couldn’t explain his reasons for that.

“So, you prefer real cock?”, Shou shot back immediately.

The question came so unexpectedly that it left Yutaka speechless.

It wasn’t what he had meant to say, but he didn’t know if he was supposed to deny it either. Shou had sounded angry, but also a little insecure. Yutaka couldn’t tell what answer he was hoping for. The mood shift had come too suddenly.

“I …”, he stuttered. “I mean … I did before, yes. Sex with men, I mean. By no means often, though. I …”

He broke off, because he didn’t know what else to say. He had wanted to tell Shou for a long time already, but he had never known how to bring it up. He hadn’t been sure about his reaction. Whenever it was not outright introduced as a joke, the topic of homosexuality always seemed to make Shou somewhat uncomfortable.

Shou nodded.

“I thought so”, he said quietly. He no longer sounded angry at all. “I’ve always wondered.”

“I was wondering how you would react to the dildo”, Yutaka confessed. “I was curious.”

Shou walked towards Yutaka and sat down on the table next to him. His feet were dangling just a few centimetres above the floor. Again, he was sitting hunched over.

“How does it feel?”, he asked. “Sex with another man?”

Yutaka shrugged. Both of them were looking into the same direction instead of facing each other.

“Good.” He paused. “I mean, it’s much the same as sex with women. It depends on the partner and the situation. But generally speaking, it’s good.”

“I always felt silly”, Shou confessed. Yutaka didn’t know when their conversation had turned this quiet and serious. Shou right next to him seemed fragile all of a sudden and Yutaka wanted to hug him, and was scared he’d fall apart under his touch all the same. He remained sitting still.

“I’m attracted to men like I’m attracted to women, but I never had sex with a guy. I just don’t know how to get there. It’s like I’m still the same sad virgin I was in my early twenties. Like, a half-virgin. I turned 37 today and still haven’t unlocked half of my sexuality.”

Yutaka snorted with laughter, although he knew that Shou was serious.

“I thought I’d feel less stupid if I used a proper dildo at least. Like, less as if it’s all just in my head.”

Yutaka snorted again and shook his head.

“You define your sexuality yourself. It’s nothing you have to unlock”, he pointed out. “And what happened to toys being inherently genderless?”

“It’s a silicone cock, Yutaka”, Shou said. “That’s gay.”

Yutaka burst out laughing. Suddenly, he felt very affectionate towards Shou.

“I should probably ask the staff where they put it”, Shou added and sighed.

“Really?”, Yutaka mocked. “You’re just going to ask where they put the sex toy you were meaning to stuff up your ass?”

Shou groaned and made a face, that caused his nose to wrinkle. He still wore his makeup, which usually made him more conventionally attractive, but once he made faces, he looked more like himself again. In Yutaka’s opinion, that made him a lot cuter too.

“You are right, I should just write it off as lost. Too bad, tonight promised to be fun.”

Yutaka’s neck felt hot at the thought of Shou actually planning to use the dildo tonight.

He pushed himself off the table, so he could face Shou, who kept his eyes lowered.

“You know you don’t need to have sex with another man to validate that part of your sexuality or your identity, right?”, Yutaka assured.

Shou nodded reluctantly.

“Yes, intellectually, I know that.”

“And you wouldn’t do anything stupid you’d regret just to prove something to yourself, right?”, Yutaka carried on.

Shou nodded again.

“I’m not stupid”, he muttered.

“And it still means so much to you?”, Yutaka asked.

Shou finally looked up. He wasn’t wearing contact lenses tonight and his eyes were dark and clear.

“It does”, he confirmed. “I’m curious. But I don’t just want to do it with anyone. Then it wouldn’t be so hard. I want it to be with someone I feel comfortable with. Someone I care about and who’s willing to put up with me when I’m being awkward.”

“Yes”, Yutaka confirmed. “Sounds like a dildo alright.”

Shou reached out to slap him.

“Asshole”, he said with a slight smirk.

“Seriously, though”, Yutaka said. “It’s my present that got lost, so I feel like I have to compensate you.”

Hesitantly he reached out and took hold of Shou’s hand. It felt warm and Yutaka hoped that his palm didn’t feel sweaty. He was nervous.

“Let’s go home and celebrate your birthday properly, what do you say?”

He looked at Shou and for a moment feared that he would pull back and get angry at him. Not for liking guys, at least in that regard they seemed safe now. But for risking their band and their friendship and offering something to Shou he might not even want.

“You know, the dildo was nice”, Shou said and broke into a wide, unashamed grin. “But I told you, it seemed too big for me anyway.”

#Golden Bomber #Kiryuuin Shou #Kyan Yutaka #kirikyan #fanfiction #fanfic

[chaoticbi-cheesecake]

Paper Airplanes and Face Masks (Hournite)

Summary: Beth has Rick over for the night and is determined to get him in a face mask.

Warnings: Mild allusions to abusive gardian.

Category: Fluff

Note: this is my first attempt at fanfiction, please leave your thought about it below:)

Training lasted longer than usual that day. By the time it was over, the sun was already saying goodbye and slowly receded to the west. Pat had tried his best to make the obstacles more difficult in an effort to mirror what he believed was to come in the battles ahead.

The new JSA tried their best to work with and without their abilities, all while trying to work together as a team. It was challenging to say the least, not many of them had much experience working with others.

Curly blonde locks stuck to Courtney's face as she asked Yolanda if she needed to be driven home. The other girl thankfully accepted the offer before running off to grab her things.

Pat, hearing he was now driving Yolanda, went to the next girl who had no mode of transportation.

"Do you need a ride?" He asked Beth who faced away from him, her eyes instead on the boy leaning on the entrance of the building.

"Oh, no thank you." she replied sweetly.

"Okay, just make sure to get home safe." the man instructed, making his voice loud enough for the boy to hear him as well.

Rick turned his head to Pat, giving him a single nod before pushing himself off the wall and walking out toward the road.

"Will do Mr. Dugan." Beth replied brightly before briskly walking in the direction of the boy, goggles slung around her neck, the straps of her backpack gripped in broth her hands.

She found him standing still outside of the building, staring at his path home with a scowl.

He wasn't all that fond of going back to his house, knowing who would be there when he arrived, though with the hourglass he would be able to defend himself if need be. He quickly found himself sinking into his own mind, the multitude of reasons why that was a very bad idea taking over his thoughts.

His dark thought process was interrupted by a hand delicately brushing against his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Beth asked in her sweet, yet concerned voice.

Rick nodded curtly and turned his gaze to the ray of sunshine beside him. Beth wore her wide smile and big doe eyes, wearing him down and making him want to tell her everything.

But he didn't, thinking better of it.

"I'm just getting ready to walk home."

"Me too!" she shook her head eagerly.

He nodded once more, awkwardly, in a gesture of understanding.

The two stood in a thick silence, Beth's hands were now shoved deep in her jean pockets as she contemplated opening her mouth again.

Rick began to walk in the direction of his house when Beth let out a quick, "Do you want to come over to my house?"

The boy stilled wondering if Beth had actually offered.

"I mean, you can if you want to. My parents are working tonight, and tomorrow night, and most nights. They've been doing that a lot recently." she laughed in an attempt to hide her sadness.

"It's getting dark, my uncle won't like me out for so long."

He heard the girl shuffle closer.

"You know, if he tries anything, Pat can always take his robot and exchange some...words," she tried. "Or any of us could suit up and do it. Not just for this, just any time you need."

Rick almost laughed, the image of Beth in her costume coming to his door to threaten his uncle, huge goggles and all, entering his head.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm still not sure that's the best ide-" he stopped himself at the sight of Beth, shoulders slumped, but eyes still bright as ever.

He realized in that moment that she was just like him, lonely and in need of some company.

"Umm...maybe just for tonight." he gave in.

"Yes!" Beth squealed excitedly, hooking her arm through his and turning them in the direction of her house.

As they walked, Beth rattled on about everything from homework to superheroes. Rick had to hold back the smile that threatened to make it's way onto his face at the sound of her enthusiasm.

They made it to Beth's house quite quickly. The girl unlinked their arms and began to rummage through her bag in searched of her keys. Rick wouldn't admit his disappointment at the lack of contact, but he would make note of how he suddenly felt the warmth leave his body when Beth pulled away.

They entered into darkness, no one was home and all the lights were off, Beth haphazardly used her hand to search the wall beside her for the light switch. As she flicked it on, brightness washed over the two. Rick squinted his eyes at the sudden intrusion of light.

"Okay, you can put your stuff here, or you can take it to my room, or just keep it with you. Whatever you want to do." Beth supplied as she began speeding to her kitchen. "Alright, what kind of snacks do you like? We have a bit of everything, sweet, sour, savory. Unless you wanted some dinner, I should have some leftovers from the other day that I could heat up for you." she offered.

"No thanks."

"Are you sure, I have cookies." she called, walking out of the kitchen and holding a clear container filled with some cookies she had caught Rick eyeing the day prior.

This time he couldn't stop his lips from turning upward in a small grin, he nodded his head.

Beth pumped her fist in the air before grabbing Rick's arm and dragging him to her room. She plopped down on her bed opening the container and taking a bite out of the sweet.

"So what do you want to do first?" she questioned, extending the box for Rick to take from. "We can do homework, watch a movie, Chuck has this great karaoke setting-" she gasped. " Ooh, we can do face masks. I was going to do them with Court and Yolanda next weekend but there's no time like the present."

"No."

"What why?"

"Cause I don't want you putting anything on my face."

"But it'll be fun." she tried.

"Nope. Let's just finish the homework and then you can pick a movie." Rick countered.

" How about we finish the homework and then we do face masks."

"Not happening."

"I can help you," she sang "and Chuck knows all the answers."

"Still no." Rick shook his head calmly.

Beth's shoulders slumped but she soon fixed her posture and shrugged. She grabbed her backpack from the side of her bed. She shuffled through it and pulled out her folder full of assignments. She grasped her geometry packet and began working on it. Rick sat down at the foot of the bed, he too got out the homework and began start on the page.

They worked in mostly silence for half an hour, Beth occasionally looking to Chuck for guidance, earning a long and extremely detailed account of every question and answer she asked about. Rick tried his best to focus on the paper in front of him, but he was just plain disinterested in the numbers, letters, and shapes on the page. He instead opted to scribble down the first answers that came to his mind, accuracy be damned, just wanting to finish as soon as possible.

He rubbed his eyes in an attempt to restore the little energy he had before taking out the assignment to no avail. When he looked back to the work, he was surprised to see a paper airplane made out of a sticky note set on top of his work.

He stared at the small plane in front of him before turning his gaze to Beth who was laying on her bed, appearing to be concentrated on the packet on her bed, tapping her pencil on the comforter as she looked over the page.

Rick moved his eyes back to the paper airplane, gingerly unfolding the wings to see in neat handwriting the words,

Face mask plz:)

He snapped his head to the girl who's face was now hidden behind her folder. She peeked her head out shyly only to see Rick rolling his eyes playfully and once again shaking his head no.

Turning his attention back to his homework, Rick wrote down the solutions to three more problems before an airplane landed on his lap.

He haphazardly opened the paper up to read the words,

Please. It'll be really fun. Please.

Before Rick had the chance to reply with a no, yet another airplane cascaded across his field of vision landing just beside his shoe. He leaned to pick it up and undid the neatly folded paper.

Pretty please with cookies on top?

Rick furrowed his brows and turned his body to face to girl, who was now at the foot of the bed, her chin was resting atop the box of cookies from before. Her big eyes and hopeful smile pleaded with him to reconsider.

He caved.

He let his head fall to his chest and pinched the bridge of his nose. He raised one hand and lifted his index finger.

"Once, we do this once."

Beth's entire face lit up as she squealed "Yay!" dashing off her bed she leaned down to give Rick a quick hug before running to get the supplies from her bathroom.

Rick begrudgingly made his way over to the side of her bed and sat down uncomfortably. But if he was being honest, he would do this a thousand times just to see the overjoyed expression that overtook her features at his compliance.

She returned holding a tube in one hand and a brush in another. Rick guessed to brush would be used to apply the mask.

"Okay, you ready?" she asked, popping open the cap and squeezing out a dollop of the mixture onto the brush.

"Why is it green?" Rick interrogated.

"Because it's matcha." Beth said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. At Rick's confused face she explained sweetly, "it's a type of green tea that's really popular to use in face masks."

He nodded cautiously as Beth stepped closer to him. She was directly in front of him as she softly touched the brush to his face. He hissed and pulled back quickly.

"Why is it cold?"

"It's not necessarily that it's cold. It's just that you're hot." Rick's eyebrows shot up. Beth didn't even realize what she had said until he made the gesture. "I didn't mean it like that! Not that you're not, it's just that- ugh, I meant body temperature. The average human body is between 97 and 99 degrees Fahrenheit and this," she held up the face mask tube, "is very much below that temperature." she rambled. "Besides, would you rather this be warm?"

Rick just stayed silent.

Beth gently brushed all around his face, sometimes imploring him to stop scrunching up his face. Rick hated to say it, but it was actually kind of relaxing. There weren't many times where someone tried to take care of him for a change.

"Alrighty, all done." the girl announced, removing the brush from his face and stepping back.

"How long do I have to keep this on for?"

"Until it's completely dry."

"And when is that?"

"Ummm..." Beth searched for an answer. " once it's hard to smile, you should be good to wash it off."

"I don't smile."

"I'm well aware, you can just wait till I take mine off."

She moved over to her mirror and began applying the mask to herself.

"I feel like an idiot." Rick complained.

"You are not, you look super cute!" Beth chided.

"I'm not sure if that's worse."

The boy watched her apply the mask all over her face, he couldn't control the expression of love and adoration that graced his face as he observed her.

He stayed like that for God knows how long until Beth turned to fully face him. He could say with the utmost confidence it was the most adorable thing he had ever seen in his life. Her face was green like his and a wide smile lit up her face.

There was no denying the smitten appearance he held as he gazed at Beth.

He was ripped from his trance when he heard the snap of Beth's phone camera. She smiled cheekily and clasped her hands behind her back.

"Beth." Rick began dangerously. "Don't do it Beth." already knowing she would share the photo.

"Just let me send it to Court and Yolanda." she pleaded.

"No, Beth."

Beth gripped her phone tightly behind her back as her eyes wandered to her open room door. Rick saw the plan forming in her mind and raced to beat her to the door. She ducked under his arm and ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

Rick knocked on the door frantically, "Come on, Beth. What's the point?"

"The point is you look adorable and that is not something that should be hidden from the world. And by world I mean the team." she called from behind the door.

"Beth Chapel I will turn this hourglass over right now and take this door off it's hinges." he said in an attempt to sound threatening.

"We both know you won't," Beth stated matter of factly.

"Dammit." Rick grit his teeth knowing she was right.

He heard the door unlock behind him, Beth wore a wide grin. He groaned, knowing he was completely incapable of actually being mad at her.

"Was it at least a good picture?" he asked, defeated.

"You tell me," Beth instructed, handing over her phone to the boy before slipping past him and back to her room.

The screen showed a picture of Rick, covered in a green face mask. But that's not what really got him. Plastered on his face clear as day was a lovestruck expression that could rival that of Beth's favorite rom-coms.

He sighed, accepting his fate. There would for sure be hell to pay the next day. He was certain Courtney and Yolanda would never let him live it down. But at the moment he wasn't to bothered.

"Is it okay if I put on 'The Breakfast Club'?" He heard from the other room. He lowered the phone and walked back to the room, prepared to spend the rest of the night with the adorable being that was Beth Chapel.

The End ♡

Again I will reiterate, this is my first time posting a fanfic so I would really appreciate some positive feedback, or if there was something you saw that you didn't really like please leave it in the comments, politely please. I am but an emotionally fragile egg trying my best. If you want to see more hournite oneshots or headcanons let me know. Thanks

Sincerely, Tessa.

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Gold Stone, Deku x Melissa

A Black-Tie Affair

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Melissa Shield

Requested By: @bearandbirdfan, Tumblr

Thanks for the request! Goldstone is said to symbolize ingenuity, ambition, and drive— qualities that perfectly exemplify our hardworking and inventive couple here. Brown goldstone possesses copper in its content, which is furthermore associated with Venus, the goddess of love, which I thought appropriate for a cute romantic oneshot between these two adorable beans! I hope you enjoy~

Izuku held his scarred hand to his brow to shield his eyes from the bright, piercing rays of the summer sun. Its yellow-gold light bore down from the heavens, for not a single cloud drifted in the azure sky to shield the world below from its brilliance. He popped his shades off the collar of his tee and slid them on, smiling as the world dimmed to a comfortable level of illumination. Despite the minor annoyance, he didn’t quite mind the potent radiation; it warmed the skin of his arms and legs, complimenting the sea breeze that kissed him with salt as it passed. 

It was strange how the world seemed so much purer out here in the middle of the ocean. 

“Welcome to I-Island!” the attendant monitoring the gates chirped pleasantly as Izuku flashed his guest pass. He toted his duffel bag over his shoulder as he strode confidently under the illustrious gates marking the entrance to the technological marvel. Out of the corners of his eyes, he spotted several uniformed officers and a resident pro hero idling at the key checkpoints. 

It seems they’ve beefed up security since the last time I was here, he remarked with a small smirk. A nearly devastating villain attack requires at least some increased vigilance, so Izuku was pleased to see that the island administration had taken the incident seriously. 

“Hopefully, there won’t be a sequel to that fiasco,” Izuku chuckled to himself. Three years later, and a pro hero in his own right, Izuku was definitely equipped to handle any unfortunate debacles. Still, he’d like to actually enjoy the exposition this go around. After all, he was an honored guest this time. 

He grinned as he wiggled the visitor’s pass suspended from the lanyard around his neck and even deigned to do a little happy jig in the pathway. 

A few of the passersby glanced at him amusedly. He had decided to dress in his plainclothes for his arrival on the island; as much as Izuku loved to chat and mingle with his fans, even he sometimes needed moments to enjoy himself. A few people gave him contemplative glances as he strolled down the concrete pathways meandering between the gardens and fountains and towering buildings. Yet, no one approached him, and he didn’t interact with those who gave him lingering stares. There would be plenty of time for autographs and photo ops over his stay; today, he just wanted to enjoy the exposition. 

As he arrived at his hotel and strode through the sliding glass doors, he paused, looking over his shoulder at the resplendent 200-story tower piercing the veil of blue sky behind him. A smile of nostalgia worked onto his lips as he recounted scaling the building with his classmates and his new friend. 

I wonder if I’ll see Melissa while I’m here? 

His mind lingered on the girl as he went through the task of checking into the hotel. He’d kept in touch with the girl after his departure from I-Island, maintaining an amicable friendship throughout his time at U.A. Though they communicated with texts, phone calls, and the occasional video chat, Izuku hadn’t physically seen Melissa since that fateful fair. They led busy lives, after all, so it was challenging to find time for extended visits. He’d been so busy up until coming that he’d even forgotten to inform her that he was here. 

As he stood in the elevator, he pulled out his smartphone and debated texting her. As his thumb hovered over the text box, a mischievous smile wormed onto his lips, and he shoved the phone back into his pocket. 

If she doesn’t know I’m here already, I’ll surprise her at the pre-opening party tonight! He decided with a snicker. The elevator chimed pleasantly as the doors opened onto his floor. He swung the room key around his index finger as he jaunted down the carpeted hall, already fantasizing about how he’d flummox the pretty inventor by his sudden and unannounced appearance. 

The party couldn’t come soon enough, he lamented as he flung his suitcase onto the bed and flipped it open to begin unpacking. But come it would, and Izuku was eager to reminisce with his friend. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Izuku craned his neck to sweep his gaze across the crowd of pro heroes and well-to-dos occupying the ballroom of the pavilion. Though his inner geek squealed over the famous superheroes loitering about, Izuku squashed down his fanboy urges to focus on the task at hand. After a few minutes canvassing the scene, he finally spotted voluminous waves of blonde hair and a cheery smile amongst the throng— and he took off into the fray. 

Lithe as a panther and slightly crouched, he silently snuck up on the hapless girl. A few of the older adults watched him with amused smirks as he stalked his prey. Melissa was none the wiser, amicably chatting with her fellow scientists right up until the moment Izuku snapped his beefy arms around her waist and lifted her clear off the ground. 

“ Surprise !” 

Melissa squealed and kicked her feet, white dress fluttering around her legs to reveal her sleek heels. She gripped Izuku’s biceps with manicured fingers, struggling a little under her head snapped back to get a look at her apparent captor. 

“Oh my gosh! Izuku?! You scared me!” Melissa scolded half-heartedly, her giggles buffering any venom she could have tried to put into her tone. She playfully slapped at his shoulder as she relaxed in his grip, melting against his muscular build as he continued to hold her aloft. “I had no idea you were coming! I was so busy in the lab that I never got a choice to peek at the guest list.” 

“I was hoping that was the case. I wanted to surprise you!” Izuku grinned as he gently set her back down. Melissa stepped back to smooth the wrinkles in her dress and tuck her disarrayed blonde hair back behind her ears. She looked radiant as she glowed with happiness, clearly overjoyed to see him after all this time. She gave him appraising once-over, then reached out to smooth her hands down the bulging muscles of his arms barely contained within his tailored suit. 

“Wow! Look at you ! You look like Uncle Might,” she joked. Izuku preened with pride, flexing his muscles with a blinding grin in mimicry of his beloved teacher and mentor. Melissa giggled airily at his impression of the once-musclebound icon. Her teal eyes glimmered as she continued to drink in Izuku’s physique. “Wow,” she breathed again, looking up to meet his gaze. “You’re as much the hero as I always knew you’d be.” 

Izuku’s face blazed bright red, and he turned to the side as he shyly rubbed at the back of his neck. He got compliments like that daily, but they never failed to fluster him. As he discomposed, Melissa hummed delightedly. 

“I’m glad to see you haven’t changed too much!” When he looked at her in befuddlement, she gestured to his raging blush and twiddling fingers. “Still as shy as ever.”

“Hey, now that’s not nice,” he pouted, looking back at her. Melissa just laughed again and closed her eyes, basking in the jubilation as she clasped her hands behind her back. 

Now that he paid attention, Melissa had changed over the years as well; her luminous hair was longer, swishing around her hips. She’d grown a little taller, but Izuku now dwarfed her in height— he had a good four or five inches on her. On top of that, she just exuded this aura of maturity and elegance that Izuku found inspiriting. Her white silk dress hugged her figure in all the right places, with a sweeping neckline decorated by a gleaming goldstone pendant. 

Uh-oh. Izuku’s blush deepened, creeping down his neck and up to the tops of his ears. He hadn’t expected his teenage crush to come creeping back in so easily. Oh, yes— after their meeting, teenage Izuku had been positively besotted with stunning Melissa Shield for quite some time. Now here they were, in a black-tie gala after years apart, and it seemed those feelings he’d put to rest had resurrected with a vengeance. 

Chuckling awkwardly, he tugged at the band of his emerald-green bowtie, which suddenly had a stranglehold around his neck. 

“S-so, how’s the laboratory going?” 

Melissa’s eyes illuminated like the ocean sun. 

“It’s going splendidly! I’ve been working on tons of projects. Hey— would you like to see them?” she said, sweeping his hands up in hers and squeezing them tight. Izuku choked on air at the intimate action, but Melissa was too enlivened to even think of the implications. Gears and bolts danced in her blue-green eyes, making it nearly impossible for Izuku to kill her sudden euphoria. 

The next thing he knew, Melissa was leading him by the hand through the empty halls of the laboratory. The clicks of her heels, the scuffs of his dress shoes, and their childlike giggles echoed in the white-tiled, wide-windowed corridors. They were both a little breathless when Melissa unlocked the workroom’s steel doors and flipped on the fluorescent lights. They washed the workbenches and machines with a bright white glow, displaying Melissa’s multitude of creations in all their glory. 

Naturally, Izuku gravitated to a gauntlet nearby. 

“Oh, wow, is this a new model of the armguard you gave me back then?” he asked as he inspected the maroon-colored accessory. Though it was clear Melissa’s expertise had polished based on the sleek and compact design, he could recognize the base of the equipment underneath all the new bells and whistles. Melissa brightened at his realization, peeking over his shoulder to smile warmly at the piece. 

“That’s right. This is the newest prototype. I modeled it with you in mind, actually.” 

Again, Izuku’s face burst into a fiery blush. Melissa smirked in amusement, eyes flickering to his face before back down at the stylized gauntlet. 

“After we met, I just felt so inspired ,” she explained with a wistful smile. “Don’t get me wrong; dealing with my father’s betrayal was very hard… But I remembered how hard everyone fought and how determined you all were to be amazing heroes, and that memory just kept me going when I thought I couldn’t go one anymore.” Gently, she took the armored glove from his hand to adore it. “Working on this… Making it better and better… In a lot of ways, it serves as physical evidence that I’m improving myself, too.” She looked at him with an embarrassed laugh. “Does that make sense?” 

“Wha—? O-Oh, yeah, it makes total sense!” He stumbled over his words because he had too busy dreamily admiring Melissa’s pretty visage as she pored over the gauntlet. “I get it,” he sighed slightly as he smiled down at it. “I have my own reminder.” 

Melissa knitted her eyebrows as he rolled up the sleeve of his suit jacket and blazer. She sucked in a soft breath as he revealed the marred skin of his forearm, and her fingers reached out to ghost over the rumpled, red skin. Izuku’s eyes were lidded as he drank in the disfigurements that embodied his road to herodom. 

“It wasn’t easy… But anytime I got discouraged, I looked at these and remembered that I’m still stronger than I was yesterday,” Izuku said as he covered the scars back up, sensing that Melissa was growing more upset the longer she looked at him. He smiled confidently and placed his hands on his hips, hoping to ease her perturbation with his radiant optimism. “Don’t look that way! They don’t hurt most of the time.” 

“You are definitely just like Uncle Might,” Melissa snorted and shook her head. He smiled crookedly at her back-handed compliment. However, her mood had significantly brightened, which relieved Izuku. She set the gauntlet down with a pleasant hum. Leaving it behind, she led Izuku around the rest of the laboratory, gushing over the many projects she’d been working on. Though he’d be ashamed to say so, most of her words faded into the background as he simply basked in her presence and how she illuminated with glee. 

She was blinding like the sun had been this morning, but Izuku had no care to dim that light this time. 

~~~~~~~~~~

“Oh, wow. I didn’t realize how late it was!” Melissa gasped as they walked outside. The clock tower near the academy building revealed that the hour was nearing ten o’clock— meaning the gala was long over. She laughed apologetically at Izuku, placing a hand on her reddening cheek. “I got too carried away in there… I’m sorry I robbed you of your chance to rub elbows with all the other pros.” 

Smiling, Izuku slipped his hands into his pockets and shook his head. 

“Don’t worry about it! To be honest… I really only came to the gala to see you.” 

Even in the gloom, Izuku could see the hue overtaking her cheeks, making them shine like pink opals in the moonlight. Her coyness and the solitude of the late evening bolstered his confidence; he reached out to gently play with the round goldstone adorning the gold necklace looped around her neck. He could feel her heartbeat and breath stutter as his knuckles lightly brushed the skin overlying her sternum. His name left her lips in a shaky breath, while her teal eyes regarded him with a mixture of trepidation and exhilaration. 

“In fact… In the interest of full disclosure…” Izuku continued, taking an experimental step toward her. Melissa did not retreat, only continue to gape at him with slightly parted, plush, glossed lips that Izuku wildly desired to kiss to see if they were as soft as he’d always thought they’d be. He brushed one of her curls out of her face to tuck it behind her ear, and on its path back, his hand settled snugly against her cheek. He couldn’t help but feel a flicker of pride as she sought out his touch, twitching to rub the soft skin against his calloused palm. “The only thing I could really think about the whole way here was how excited I was to see you.” 

“Izuku, I-I…” Melissa breathed. Her eyelashes fluttered as she struggled to form words. Her throat bobbed as she pierced her thoughts together, and Izuku waited patiently, not wishing to rush and cross any boundaries. After a thick swallow, she meekly admitted, “I’m really excited you’re here, too.” 

As they stared into each other eyes, the tension mounting in the silence, Izuku decided that he only had one more thing left to say. 

“Melissa, can I kiss you?” 

It seemed words had failed Melissa entirely, for she only nodded eagerly. Izuku couldn’t help but smile at the cute display, but he hurriedly stifled it— he couldn’t keep a beautiful lady waiting, after all. As Izuku leaned in, his lips drawing nearer to hers, he felt the tension leak from Melissa’s muscles as she abandoned herself entirely to the bliss yet to come. As soon as his lips brushed sweetly over hers, he felt her body sing— felt the electricity jolt through her nerves, making her body flush and her hair rise in pleasurable goosebumps. Her lips melded effortlessly with his in a gentle rhythm, like they had been made for one another.

He pulled back after a minute, feeling himself growing flustered. Smiling bashfully, he tugged at his bowtie again and felt his undershirt stick slightly to his body as nervous sweat bloomed on his skin. Melissa’s eyes fluttered open to glimmer at him, shining like the rolling waves of the aquamarine sea. 

Izuku had always thought she was so gorgeous that it was painful, and that was only confirmed by the way his heart clenched in his chest as she glowed like a goddess in the starlight. The breeze rippled her voluminous hair and silky dress, making her sheerly resplendent. He wondered for a second if he’d fallen asleep in the hotel room, and this was all a dream because she looked so ethereal at this moment that it simply couldn’t be real. 

Melissa raised an eyebrow when he pinched the top of his hand. 

“This isn’t a dream, Izuku,” she snickered. Izuku smiled bashfully and rubbed at the back of his neck again. 

“Can’t help it,” he shrugged. “You’re so beautiful that it’s dream-like.” 

Melissa turned pink again and shyly swung her hips from side to side, hugging herself as if to shield herself from his endorsements. 

“It’s late,” she said again, though only to fill the silence. Izuku hummed with another glance at the clock tower. Though he’d love nothing more than to waste the night away with Melissa, he supposed the chivalrous thing to do would be to let her retire. 

They had his entire visit, after all. 

Hand-in-hand, bathed in the moonlight, the two young adults enjoyed their last moments of solace beneath the moon as he walked her home. Though they’d missed the pre-opening party of the annual expo, Izuku didn’t mind— he much preferred intimate moments like these to black-tie affairs anyway. 

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Body Swap With The Seven Deadly Sins

Requested by @doglover82​: “What would “what if you accidentally swapped bodies with a member of the Seven Deadly Sins” count as? And if that category is closed right now, can you let me know when it’s open again?”

A/N: I’m sorry this took sooooo long, I’m slowly easing myself back in my writing routine! Hope you like it! ^^ 

Melodias:

You happened to share a bed because a very drunk Ban was sprawled over yours and the next day you felt as if you completely changed sides.

You stood up and noticed how short you felt and turned back to the bed, only having your eyes widening in shock as you saw, well, you.

"OH MY GOD" it made Melodias fall right off the bed.

"What's wrong-" he processed that it was him, but also not him "(Y/N)?" you nodded slowly.

"I think we swapped bodies..." you swore you saw his eyes twinkle before he got a good look at himself.

The most excited grin appeared on his face as he raced in front of the mirror, immediately groping your 'private parts'.

"Wow this is the best day of my life."

"Please stop you PERVERT!"

A few of the sins came up to see the commotion and they were shocked by what they saw. To them, Melodias was yelling, cursing at you, who was being pretty sexual with your own body.

It clicked extremely quickly for Merlin and she got down to business.

Let's just say that experience was a little more than just traumatic and you didn't feel great in your body afterwards, but Melodias made up for it.

Ban:

A drunk Ban poured a liquid from a flask into both your drinks, thinking it was pure alcohol when it was an unfinished potion Merlin was working on. It was harmless to the both of you but unfortunately, a side effect was a body swap. Waking up was the worst for you, a terrible hangover made itself known as you tried opening your eyes. A single curse word escaped you, wondering how you got such a painful headache after making a conscious effort to stay as sober as possible.

After mental coaching, you finally decided to stand up, only to frown when you registered how tall you stood. And then you saw yourself, sleeping soundly on the table. Ban woke up because of your poking and cursed, falling off his chair when you- rather he stated at himself curiously.

Immediately, you both went to Merlin and she explained as well as apologised for this issue.

Fortunately, the problem would only persist for three hours, although it did make you not drink for that time so you didn't have to face going to the toilet.

Ban was more delighted and immediately rushed to the bathroom to check himself out, with clothes on? Debatable. If it stayed completely PG 13? Very very debatable as well.

King:

As soon as he realised what had happened, he simply looked down and started feeling extremely hot. In embarrassment obviously.

He was surprised. His nose didn't start bleeding, it was unusual to him but naturally, he wasn't feeling this way in his own body.

Very humble -- or scared, so he didn't dare do anything to your body out of respect so he was very tense and nervous for the duration, which was very long. A whole day. Out of pity you said it was fine for him to go to the toilet just to take a quick leak because he was struggling not to pee himself, if he wouldn't look down that is. He was very relieved when it was over because he declined your offer. Pure hell and a very embarrassed boy. You didn't have too much of a problem because you kept your mind occupied and laying down.

It was a little awkward between the two of you for a while after that.

Time made it heal though.

Diane:

You both went hunting for mushrooms while the guys went to get her

She was just overjoyed to be small, she was blushing being in your body because it was you. Diane was definitively shy being in your body but it was refreshing seeing everything from your perspective... or more like height. You were both comfortable enough and respectful enough to give the okay to shower or something, although neither of you acted upon it because it was too embarrassing. You were both thankful for having body swapped between the two of you, knowing it would have been a lot more chaotic with a few other of the sins, without pointing any fingers of course. However, it definitely strengthened your bond and turned into something you both joked about in the future rather than unspoken of.

Merlin:

You were hanging around her whilst she was working and accidentally splashed a liquid into the room. It happened so quickly you were sure you just blinked. Your cheeks blushed beautifully before you shut your eyes, apologising profusely.

She didn't mind so much, she always enjoyed the thought of being in your body. It felt so intimate. Merlin was still going to respect your boundaries, of course.

The woman was unusually comfortable in your body for someone who had fallen victim to a body swap, but she still looked for a cure because you clearly felt very vulnerable in her body with that much skin showing, it felt too uncomfortable. She didn't mind, she didn't have anything to hide, especially to you but your opinion mattered more than anything else and if you wanted to be back in your body immediately, she wouldn't object.

Escanor:

You had both been attacked in a bar and it was extremely uncomfortable for the both of you. His demeanour clearly stood out from your considerably smaller size than him and your less extroverted attitude was a gigantic contrast with Escanor's stature.

It was weird, for all of you, the rest of the sins included. No one had ever seen the sin of pride so caught off guard and stiff. He was usually quite confident and calm in situations but this time it was about you and respecting your body when he was in it. It was too foreign for him to even get his head around how to do things without upsetting you. He didn't want to ask anything because he didn't want to leave you with a bad impression so you decided to tell him what he could and could not do. Escanor was very grateful for it. By midday you both managed to breathe a little easier in each other's bodies but after food and water were ingested and it was time to go to bed, things became very difficult.

Let's just say that experience went downhill fairly quickly and it left a tiny scar.

Gowther:

He didn’t know what he touched but he definitely touched something in Merlin’s study otherwise the both of you wouldn’t be in this situation. It peeved you off a little how indifferent and it-doesn’t-bother me behaviour. 

Obviously you couldn’t hold it against him because it’s how he is but knowing him and the fact that he was in your body, you knew he wasn’t going to respect your boundaries. You guessed right: he didn’t.

“So what you are saying, Merlin, is that I’ll be in (Y/N)’s body for an undetermined amount of time?” He gazed at her through his glasses.

“Until I find a way to undo this mess, yes,” she nodded.

“Huh, so this is what it’s like to be in (Y/N)’s body, it feels different, I must see this in more detail” 

Yelling at him and threatening him with his own life he did anything mildly inappropriate to your body. He ended up being naked in front of a mirror to inspect himself -- rather your body.

You didn’t forgive him for a while, let alone talk or pay attention to him. He consulted Ban and Melodias on something he could do to make it up to you when you both got restored to your proper bodies. 

Gowther couldn’t fully explain why but he was very relieved that you forgave him, fortunately he was very patient.

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[daphner20]

Joseph Keysent

Deliverance

Prologue

“Blessed is the nation, whose God is the Lord,” said Joseph, as he looked at the spectacular view of the Abaco Islands. As he lit the kerosene oil for the Hope Town Lighthouse (there were only three manual lighthouses in the world), he was fill with pride.

Joseph, had a lot to be proud off. 

His ancestors were The Loyalists, that fled America, after the America Revolution. They were loyal to the British Empire. Some fled to Canada, some went back to Britain. And the others fled to the Caribbean. Joseph's ancestors, settle in The Bahamas. These islands were the closest to America, and were British rule. They choose Abaco, because it was one of the Bahamian Islands that was closer. They  called it Hope Town, in hope of a better future.

So for over 230, God has been good to Abaco. The economy of Abaco, has always been self sufficient. The island nor the residents did not rely on any assistance from the Central Government, which was  in the capital city of Nassau.

Joseph, like most Abaconians, has never left the island, unless it was for College or boarding school, but they always returned home.

Joseph Solomon Keyes IV, came from a family who were boat builders, fishermen, farmers and hotel owners. They were self made millionaires. Their faith in God, was equally important. Over the years, his family  build several Catholic churches throughout the island. Another rite of passage was Lighthouse duties. It fell to the oldest son, and that was Joseph.

So, on that beautiful summer day, as Joseph, was performing his duties, and praising his God. The  word of the LORD, came to Joseph Keyes IV, son of Joseph Keyes III, saying “Arise, go to Nassau, that great city, and cry out against it; for their wickedness has come up before Me.”

Chapter 1

Joseph, knew without a shadow, of a doubt, that it was the LORD. What do I do with that request thought Joe. All my life, from the age of 16, when I accepted Jesus, as my personal Savior, and  24 years later, I have never disobey him.

The next day, was August 1st, that was the opening of the crawfish (spiny lobster) season in The Bahamas. It was a million dollar industry, and Joseph owned the largest fishing fleet in Abaco. He exported thousands of crawfish and other sea food to the USA each year. He hadn’t been out to sea for the last ten years. He had gotten married, and was bless with two daughters, Grace 8, Joy 6, and Joey V,  4 , his only son. He wanted to spend more time with his family.

That is why his wife Michelle, was quit surprised at his announcement.

“ I am going back to the sea, this season,” said Joe.

“ Why?” asked Michelle bewildered.

“ I just need too, I have missed it,” said Joe quietly.

“ Why all of the sudden, what do I tell the children, you promised me when we got married, that you will not go back to sea,” cried Michelle.

“ Michelle,  before we got married, you knew this was my livelihood. Haven’t I been good to you and the kids, these last 10 years. Why are begrudging me  something that has brought me joy and a sense of purpose?” shouted Joe.

Michelle was taken aback, Joe had never raised his voice to her or the children. Actually, Joe has never raise his voice to any one. And he is a captain of a fishing boat. Something else is going on here, thought Michelle.

“ Ok Joe, go, we will be here when you return,” said Michelle, defeated.

“ Don’t be sad love, I will see you in three months,” said Joe tenderly.

Joe, didn’t know what came over him, but he knew that he had to flee the presence of the LORD.

Chapter 2

Three days later on the open water, Joe felt more relaxed. He missed his family, but he knew he would see them in three months. His men were surprised to see him on board after 10 years. They were surprised, but pleased. They know Joseph to be a God fearing man, who was honest and just. It was good to have him back.

A few days later, there was mutiny on the ship!

The first thing that happened was a fire in the galley. It was damaging, but not extensive. So all the meals will be canned meals, instead of cooked.

The divers, came up empty handed, there were no crawfish, so we had to venture out further in Bahamian waters.

With moral being low, the crew started fighting with each other, some of them had to be locked in their cabins for the duration of the trip.

Then suddenly, a Squall came, the waves were crashing on every side. We had to lighten the ship, so we started to toss are equipment overboard. Each man was crying and praying to their God. They beseeched me to pray to God! I told them this was my fault, I have disobey God, and I was fleeing from his presence. We decided to make it back to shore.

We finally came out of the squall, and no sooner a ship was upon us, and they were armed with high powered weapons. They were Pirates, modern day pirates, that hijacked ships and steal cargo. My ships had never encountered any before. They boarded my ship, and held me and the crew at gun point.

They spoke spanish, which I spoke fluently. They demanded our equipment and our cargo. Unfortunately, we had neither. They wanted something, that they could ransom. The crew all looked at me and unanimously,  chose me. To them I had brought all this disaster upon them.

Chapter 3

The Spaniards, took me and put in the cargo hold of their ship. It was dark and smelly. I might as well had been in the belly of a whale.

Joseph was in anguish, he cried out to the LORD, three days and three nights.

“You have cast me into the deep, Into the heart of the seas. The waters surrounded me, even to my soul.  But I will sacrifice to You, With the voice of thanksgiving; I will pay what I have vowed. Salvation is of the LORD.”

Suddenly, the door of the cargo hold opened and a voice shouted “Joseph Keyes, are you alright? This is Captain Neily, of the Royal Bahamas Defense Force. We are here to take you home.”

A few days later I arrived in Abaco, aboard, HMBS Nassau. A bit dehydrated, but I will live. Michelle, my children and my family were overjoyed.

My ship had made it back to port, in Hope Town.  The crew were going back to sea in a few weeks, but without me. Thanks be to God!

I still had lighthouse duties.

Now the word of the LORD came to Joseph the second time, saying, “ Arise, go to Nassau, that great city, and preach to it the message that I tell you.”

So Joseph arose and went to Nassau, according to the word of the LORD.

Chapter 4

Nassau, was on the island of New Providence, this was where government of The Bahamas was located. In Joseph’s 40 years, he had visited once. And that was on a primary school field trip from Abaco.

The island was 7 by 21, quite small in size but not in population and enterprise. 80% of the population lived here, they had offshore banks, fast food restaurants, big hotels with casinos, etc.  Like any city, it had its social ills. A high crime rate, murder, drugs, prostitution, robberies, fraud and the list with on.

Joseph wanted to leave on the first day, but he needed to obey. He made an appointment to see Prime Minister Paul Deveaux. He heard he was a God fearing man.

“ Good Evening Prime Minister, thus says the LORD. “In 40 days Nassau will be destroyed,” said Joseph.

So the Prime Minister, call a day of prayer and fasting and said, “ From the least to the greatest,  Let no man, eat or drink, but let everyone be covered with sackcloth and cried out mightily to God, yes let everyone turn from his evil way and from the violence that is in his hands. Who can tell if God will turn and relent, and turn away from his fierce anger, so that we may not perished.”

So the category 5 hurricane, that was on a direct path to Nassau, made an easterly shift, and died in the Atlantic Ocean.

Joseph became exceedingly angry. He felt like he wanted to die. Then the LORD, asked him “Why are you angry?”

“ I know that you are gracious and merciful, slow to anger and abundant in loving kindness. One who relents from doing harm,” said Joseph angrily.

“ Should I not take pity on Nassau, with over two hundred thousand souls, who cannot discern between good and evil.” Said the LORD.

Then Joseph realized, that he was harboring generational prejudices and hatred against his fellow countrymen.

The End

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[crystaljins]

Would I choose you? | 06 FINAL

Characters: Jimin x Reader

Word count: 8.2K

Synopsis:  Every year the graduating class of International Academy for Superheroes and Sidekicks are allocated to their future partner. They will work with their partner for the rest of their working lives.

Jimin, the star of your academy and picked as the favourite to succeed in life, is not pleased when he is allocated to you, the school loser.

Superhero!au.

Notes:  Endings are always hard. Did I wrap up everything in a way that is satisfying and says everything I wanted to say? Will the readers be happy with what I’ve given them? Are people walking away with that full feeling in their chest that means I’ve done a good job?

Whether I have or not, I present you the finale of “Would I choose you?”. It’s been an adventure guys. Let’s stick it out for just a little more, yeah?

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 FINAL

“Wow. I can’t believe the great Rainyguy is gracing me with his presence.” Jin announces as Jimin slides into the booth with him. It’s always a little hard to tell if Jin is being sarcastic or genuine. There doesn’t seem to be anything malicious in the relaxed way he is seated in the diner. His facial expression is open and friendly. He also seems to have ordered and eaten two dishes in the time it took Jimin to arrive but hey, Jimin’s not one to judge. 

“It’s good to see you, Jin.” He says, warmly. He holds himself back from blurting the question he really wants to ask, the one that burns hot on his tongue. The one about you. “I didn’t think you would want to see me after everything that happened with...” Jimin trails away, or rather, his voice dies in his throat before he can voice the words. He phrases it like there was some massive falling out, but really he’s not sure what happened. One moment he was furious with you for not answering your phone and the next you were packed and storming from the apartment. It’s not like he’s hurt by it, or anything ridiculous like that, just confused. It’s not like you were partners or anything or expected to give him even just one single phone call, just a phone call to let him know you were ok. It’s not like you have to tell him what’s wrong or anything. It’s not like it’s eating him up inside not knowing where you are or why you left or coming home to an empty apartment each night. In fact, he’d even go so far as to say he likes being alone! There’s no mealworms kept in the pantry and there’s no weird little birds living in shoeboxes in the laundry and he doesn’t have to go to sleep fearing he’ll wake up with a snake wrapped around him or a squirrel sleeping on his stomach. The apartment is empty and dark and lonely, just how he likes it. In fact, he’s better this way! You can’t distract him with those big, warm eyes of yours or your bright smile or your cute laugh or the way you fill him with this immense sense of contentment every time he succeeds in making you happy. That day he had allowed himself to get all these feelings out of his system, the day of the river cruise, hadn’t been enough, so you had done him a favour by leaving. Now he wouldn’t be bothered by them anymore.

Across from him, Jin laughs. He’s got an infectious laugh, one that is silly and full-bodied and Jimin finds himself smiling slightly in spite of everything.

“My mother always taught me to keep friends who makes good connections close, and with all your recent successes, you fall into that category.” Jin says cheerfully. Jimin blinks a few times, once again unsure about the joking nature of Jin’s comment. Would it kill the guy to tack on an “I’m joking” for the benefit of those who did not have empathetic powers like you? Jimin finally settles on offering a tentative smile.

“Thank you, I guess.” He says, slowly. “It’s still a little hard to believe.”

And it is hard to believe, how neatly everything fell into place for him after your abrupt departure weeks earlier. His mum had rung him the next day, like she’d been watching him and waiting for you to leave. She’d had a partner at the ready, a technopath named Charlotte and he’s been able to work on a provisional licence pending submission of the official paperwork to signal the change in partnership. And he and Charlotte work really well together. She had formerly been a hero but is happy to work as his sidekick. Her experience and skill have led to them taking down villains faster than ever (even if her reluctance to do the grunt work like manage evacuation of the area has led to some potentially dangerous situations). Jimin is literally living his dream. He’s in the newspaper every other week for dismantling a heinous crime ring or taking down a supervillain. And today he’s even receiving a medal for hard work at a gala thrown in his honour. He should be ecstatic. Overjoyed. Everything’s fallen neatly and perfectly into place like pieces of a puzzle slotting together since you left him.

So why does it feel so wrong? Why does he feel like every success is a failure? Why does he feel no joy in achieving what has been his sole goal since birth? He feels like someone has taken a piece of sandpaper to his heart, and now he’s chafed and raw but still with jagged, painful edges.

He… he misses you.

“Man, ditching (Y/N) was the best choice you ever made.” Jin says cheerfully, as he scans through the menu with vigour. It’s like he didn’t just eat two whole dishes by himself. Jimin can only watch incredulously and Jin flags the waitress. Jimin feels himself stiffen with anger at Jin’s words.

“Well, I mean… it’s more that she ditched you, isn’t it?” Jin says, after ordering another three dishes- two for himself and one for Jimin. Jimin opens his mouth to speak, but Jin cuts him off with a raised hand and releases an odd smile. It’s got a hard, tense edge to it. Gone is the friendly demeanour- Jin has a motive in asking Jimin to lunch. The realization clicks into place as Jin rests both elbows on the surface of the table and leans forward to watch Jimin with eyes that seem lazy but have an attentive edge lurking beneath the warm brown. “So weird, right? How she just cut off contact with everyone? She won’t even talk to me. She’s been ignoring all my calls.”

Jimin tries to conceal the way his figure stiffens with curiosity. He had assumed that you had only cut him out, because of the rude way he’d spoken to you. But if Jin has also been cut off, then…

“I wouldn’t question it, normally,” Jin says. “If it was anyone but her, I’d have thought they’d just had enough of us and wanted new friends. But the thing is, Jimin…” He tilts his head to the side and for the first time Jimin registers the concern that lurks behind Jin’s façade. He’s just as scared for you as Jimin is. Jimin feels himself soften at the recognition of a kind of kinship with Jin. “She’s not like that. She’d never do this sort of thing without a good reason. The longest she’s ever gone without speaking to me is a week because one time I thought it would be funny to sneak into her room and give her a bowl cut while she was sleeping.”

Jimin bites his lip contemplatively as he consider Jin’s words. It does kind of go against everything he knows about you and respects about you. You are not the kind of person to storm off and quit over Jimin doing something petty like losing his temper. You stuck it out through the worst of Jimin’s temper tantrums, and while it doesn’t excuse him lashing out like he did, this is relatively small when compared to some of the stunts he’s pulled.

“Jimin, what happened?” Jin finally asks, cutting straight to the chase of why he even asked Jimin out to lunch in the first place. He’s not accusing in his tone, or angry. Just… worried. It is the gentleness with which Jin asks that has Jimin caving.

“I… I don’t know.” Jimin admits and his voice cracks without his consent. “We got a distress call that day, but she didn’t answer it. I…. I kept trying to call her but she wouldn’t pick up, and then when I came home, she was just sitting on the couch. Just staring into space. Two people had ended up in the ER in the time it took that distress call to be answered and so I just… lost my temper. I got really mad at her and the next thing I knew she was storming out of the room.” He admits. His voice rasps with unshed tears. Out loud, the situation is even more distressing and confusing and he feels like he’s opened up a part of him he’d been too stubborn to acknowledge was even there. He feels open and bleeding and vulnerable. Like Jin is a heart surgeon and shaking his head at the disappointing things he finds there. “I… I’m so sorry. I didn’t even get to tell her I was sorry for losing my temper.”

Jin watches him with an unreadable expression. Then his face softens into a comforting smile.

“You really had me worried there for a second, buddy.” Jin says suddenly. “That you had something to do with it… But I guess you really had no idea.”

Jimin pauses and glances up at Jin with confusion.

“I’m sorry for not telling you this earlier, Jimin, but there’s something you don’t know.” Jin says, his voice soft and sad. “I couldn’t be sure that you hadn’t helped convince her to leave which is why I didn’t say anything. But I know now that you didn’t do it… Jimin, I got brunch with her that day and the last time I saw her she was driving off in some sedan with your new partner Charlotte and your mother.”

Jimin’s eyes widen and his heart drops into his stomach.

“What?” He asks. Jin shrugs and runs his hands through his hair in distress.

“I didn’t want to ask you because I thought it was too convenient. You spend a whole day with her, softening her up- you should have heard her gushing about you, and then your mum swoops in not a week later with a new partner and she vanishes? And literally the next day you’ve got a provisional licence with your technopath partner?” Jin asks. He narrows his gaze. “But hearing your side of the story… don’t you think it’s interesting that (Y/N), the most conscientious and hardworking sidekick around, the most forgiving and gentle person you will ever get to meet, just up and leaves over a minor argument? And doesn’t answer her phone on the one day she spends a few hours with your new technopath partner? Someone who can control technology?”

Jimin too feels the beginnings of suspicion take root in his heart. He had had the thought before, that things slotted in too neatly following your departure but now things he hadn’t realised start to slot into place as well. Why had you just been sitting there, numbly in the living room and not answering your phone? Why had you brought up Emma shortly before storming out and how had you found out about what happened to her? How had his mother known you had left the very next day? How did she have a partner ready almost instantly? And almost all the paperwork had been finished too- the only thing yet to be completed is for Jimin to submit his signature signaling his consent. He had been holding out, though, refusing to submit it because… because…

Because of you. He’s finally brave enough to admit it, even if it’s just to himself. Because you were his partner. It doesn’t matter how well he works with anyone, or what the skill set of literally anyone else is or how quickly he can reach success with someone else. He doesn’t want success just for the sake of succeeding. He wants success with you. With his partner. He doesn’t know how you did it but somehow you wormed your way so firmly into his heart that a few weeks after your departure with literally all his dreams come true he’s still an emotional mess. He’s still holding out for you, hoping you will call like some poor idiot who got dumped. And it really feels like he’s been dumped or rejected. Perhaps that is why he’s been battling what he now admits is a broken heart for weeks now.

And he can deal with what it means that he’s so heartbroken over your departure later. After he’s gotten you back. Because with Jin’s words and the revelation that came with it, Jimin now knows exactly what’s gone wrong. And he’s got a lot of fixing up to do if he wants to see you again.

And he does. So much. He wants to see you.

“Well, I better be going.” Jin says suddenly, cheerfully. “Can you do me a favour though? I seem to have lost my address book. I keep all my friend’s contact details in it. I’ve been looking for it everywhere and can’t find it!”

Jimin blinks- there is a small black book next to Jin’s hands that wasn’t there before.

“You mean that-“ Jimin asks, pointing to the book in question, but Jin cuts him off.

“Ugh, never mind. I’ll never find it. I might as well just accept the fact that it’s lost.” He laments. “Keep an eye out for it if you do see it though- the first entry just so happens to be (Y/N)’s parents address and probably where she is hiding out right now as we speak. Oh well- see you later, Puddle Dude.”

And with that, Jin takes his leave, leaving Jimin alone with what is most definitely his “lost” address book.

++

As much as Jimin would love to go straight to you and confront you and get you to return to working with him, there is someone he must confront first.

Jimin’s mother is the kind of woman who likes to have control over everything. It comes with the territory of her ability to manipulate the elements, he supposes. And so naturally, if they are throwing a gala in her only son’s honour, then she will be there early. To ensure the decorations are to her taste and the food an acceptably luxurious enough level for her son to enjoy. Jimin has always been grateful for the way she’s always been there to handle every stressful situation in his life. And he had been so relieved when she’d been willing to accept him back into the family after he’d so forcefully cut her from his life. Ready with a sidekick and most of the paperwork. He had thought she was looking out for him, saving him from yet another disastrous situation. He had thought her a hero in the truest sense of the world.

Now he looks back and feels mild disgust and discomfort. He doesn’t know what exactly his mother did to you but he knows she’s more than capable of manipulating a situation in her favour. It was how she’d become such a successful hero. Because she could read a situation and take the sometimes dodgy steps necessary to ensure a favourable outcome for all parties she deemed important enough. And now she’s used those skills on you and Jimin is furious.

She stands at the entry to the function room, the place where the gala will be held after Jimin receives his medal that night. She is speaking to three people in business attire, and gesturing to various parts of the room. Likely she is not pleased with the simple decorations. Plain white table clothes and no embellishments in sight.

“Mother,” He calls, striding quickly across the last distance that separates the two of them. She blinks in surprise and turns to Jimin. A warm smile spreads across her face. Over the years, she has aged well but Jimin can see the faintest hint of gray hairs beginning to gather at her temple since she hasn’t had a chance to dye them back to black recently.

“Jimin,” She cries warmly. She tugs him towards her to press an affectionate kiss to his cheek and tilts her head so that he can do the same but he pulls away. A surprised expression flashes across her face at his rudeness, but she covers it quickly. “What brings you well? I was just sorting some last-minute details here with the gala tonight. Have you seen Charlotte? I heard she wanted your opinion on her dress and told her to come straight her so that I could-“

“I’ve been doing some thinking, Mother.” Jimin cuts across her smoothly, his tone cold and slightly detached. Inwardly though, he quakes at the blatant disrespect he is showing his mother and he is afraid what revelations this confrontation will bring. He has no doubt in his mind that his mother is the mastermind behind your departure, but he fears what exactly she’s done. What she’s capable of. He doesn’t know how far she is willing to go to get what she wants and frankly that terrifies him. Curiosity crosses her gaze.

“About?” She presses. She is still warm in her demeanour towards him but there is a suspicious and uneasy edge that lingers in her posture that he is only able to recognise because this is his mother. He knows his mother. He was raised by the intimidating woman who now stands before him.

“About (Y/N).” He says simply and her expression shutters and the warmth in her expression is instantly replaced with a cold, distasteful anger.

“Oh?” She asks, but the exclamation sounds gritted like she’s restraining the urge to clench her teeth. “What about (Y/N)?” She spits your name out like it’s a curse word and it is this that has Jimin feeling the first sparks of fury.

“I just think that it’s strange, is all,” He says, aiming to say the words loose and airily, but instead they come out tense and hurt. “I heard you spoke to her, before she left.” Jimin’s mother laughs, but it is uneasy.

“And you think I said something to her?” She exclaims. “Oh Jimin, I did no such thing! I just thought it appropriate to get to know her better, since she was clearly sticking around to be your sidekick.”

“Don’t lie.” Jimin retorts, and he just barely manages to restrain himself from snarling the words. His mother looks taken aback at his fury. She blinks a few times before attempting a smile.

“Jimin, darling, don’t-“ She reaches out, in attempt to console him, to dissipate his anger.

“What did you say? What did you talk about? Why did she leave?” He doesn’t mean for his voice to break on that last question but it does. His mother looks just as shocked as he feels that it happened. Then her expression hardens into anger

“I don’t appreciate you chucking accusations like this. If she wanted to leave after what happened with Emma, then that’s entirely her decision-“ She begins.

Jimin’s eyes go wide.

“Emma?” He cuts her off. “How… how did you know about Emma?” His voice starts to shake, even as he says the words. And Jimin had been angry before, uneasy, hurt, confused and suspicious, but now he’s feels a freezing cold pain settle in the centre of his chest. Like a razor blade it spread rapidly outwards. He had known, that his mother had something to do with your disappearance, but the definite confirmation of his suspicion hurts more than he could ever have imagined.

His mother’s eyes go wide as she registers her slipup.

“Oh… I… Well you see…” She says, as she desperately scrambles for an answer. Then her face sets and she faces him head on, clearly done with skirting around the issue. “I did it for you Jimin. Emma did go to hospital because that woman was incompetent and all I did was let her know as much. Anything else was entirely her decision.”

“Emma was in hospital because she was an accomplice to that villain and got hurt while trying to reverse the damage she had done. That had nothing to do with mine or (Y/N)’s failures that night.” Jimin replies stonily. “And you knew as much, didn’t you? You would have done your research- surely you’d know the only reason she’s not in jail is because she’s brain dead. And she’s brain dead because she realised the errors of her ways and tried to fix it and yes, we failed her because we couldn’t stop her in time. But you used that, didn’t you? You used her injury, her situation, her pain, and (Y/N) sense of justice to get the outcome you wanted, didn’t you?” He doesn’t mean to shout but his voice climbs in decibel. “You probably didn’t even tell her that! What lies did you feed her to make her leave?”

“I DID IT FOR YOU!” His mother screeches, and her eyes bug out of her head. Veins bulge in her neck with the force of her cry and her cheeks go bright red with the exertion. “ALL OF THIS! ALL I’V EVER WANTED WAS FOR YOU TO BE SUCCESFUL BUT YOU HAVE TO FIGHT ME AT EVERY. SINGLE. STEP.”

“Don’t pretend.” Jimin snaps. “You did this for you. For you and that stupid reputation you and father value so much. I hope for your sake and the sake of that stupid reputation you value so much that the general public never finds out this is what the nation’s heroes are like behind closed doors. Make sure to stay away from me and (Y/N) from now on.”

He faces his mother and clenches his fists

“Listen carefully, mother, because I will only ever say this once.” He tells her slowly through clenched detail. “I’m going to be a great hero. I’m going to work hard and succeed on my own merit, in my own way. And there may be a few mistakes along the way because (Y/N) and I are inexperienced but we will get there. And you can be there or you can back off, but if you want to be there, then know this: We’re doing this on our own. Not because of some stupid name and legacy we shouldn’t have to live up to. Keep out of our business.” Jimin turns and makes to leave, before he remembers one extra detail.

“And I don’t know how you could stoop low enough to have Charlotte block (Y/N)’s phone like that but I hope you know that two people went to hospital and one is still in critical care because you stopped her from answering that distress call.” He says, as a parting shot.

To his surprise, his mother looks angry.

“How dare you. I would never have Charlotte do such a thing, and I don’t care what you think- I know I was acting on your behalf to get rid of your useless sidekick but I would never endanger the life of a civilian like that. I’m just as much a hero as you are, Jimin, if not more. I don’t know anything about any distress calls being blocked.” She snaps.

Confused, this halts Jimin’s retreat. He knows his mother. He knows when she’s lying and… she’s not. She’s telling the truth. She really didn’t have Charlotte block your phone. But it is too much of a coincidence for you to miss your phonecalls within the two hours of hanging around a technopath like Charlotte… Jimin’s eyes widen.

“Mum, where is Charlotte right now?” He demands. Confused at the sudden turn of conversation, she pauses to consider.

“Well she was supposed to get here ten minutes ago, but I haven’t heard from her.” She says. She calls the attention of a passing worker. “Have you seen Charlotte?” She demands. The worker pauses to consider.

“That young pretty lady? She saw the two of you were conversing and left quite quickly, much like the rest of us did.” The worker informs them. “She wanted me to give you this, actually, it’s why I came back in here.” He says, holding out a familiar black book that Jimin had thought was in his pocket. It’s Jin’s address book.

Jimin’s heart leaps into his throat and he sets off sprinting before his mother can get a word in otherwise.

He has a bad feeling about this.

++

At the academy, it was compulsory to attend weekly counselling sessions, whether you needed them or not, and it’s compulsory to attend them fortnightly at Headquarters now that you are graduated. They were and are essential in teaching young and old heroes alike in a harrowing career how to care for themselves, and to catch any young villains in the making early before they gained access to public trust and government resources. And the number one thing they had stressed to you and continue to stress to you is that the loss or injury of a civilian is not your fault. Yes, heroes and sidekicks are gifted with special, unique abilities that put them above the normal population. And the gene that allows these wonderful abilities does enhance your abilities slightly above that of the normal population, so you are quicker, fitter, slightly stronger and with better reflexes, but you are still only a human. Falling from a three-storey building or taking a bullet or getting his the wrong way will still lead to your death. Though you are above the average population, you are still a fragile, pathetic human who can die and will die. So you cannot save everyone. You will not save everyone. And it is important that you cope with failure in a healthy way.

And so, like you have been the past few weeks, you continue to tell yourself you are fine. You have been taught that while it’s impossible to combat the initial thoughts of despair and anger at your failures (Jimin is especially bad at dealing with such emotions), taking the necessary steps towards self-care are what is needed to ensure a long and fruitful career in such an industry. That’s what you’ve been doing, while staying at your parents’ house. Eating well, exercising regularly, taking long, luxurious baths with bath bombs you purchased from the pleasantly scented body shop you pass on your morning trips to the café. You read a lot and pick up a few hobbies. The Labrador your neighbours own is an incredibly thoughtful and kind listener and always willing to lend an ear about your troubles. You’re ok. You’re really ok.

If only you could convince your parents as much!

“It’s really fine, guys.” You reassure them as they try and conceal the news report informing everyone of Jimin’s (or Hydro’s, as the general public knows him) recent successes. “I knew what I was doing when I left. I’m not going to resent him just because he’s doing well.”

Your father is easily convinced, but your mother has always been able to read you far better than you are comfortable with. The look in her narrowed eyes nears a glare but you know it’s just her scrutinizing you for the slightest sign that you aren’t as ok as you continue to insist you are.

“I’m really ok, mum.” You say, but it sounds false even to your own ears. “I’m fine.”

You know the longer you remain under her careful examination, the more likely your pathetic façade of togetherness will crumble.

“I’m going to go to my room.” You announce but the words are pathetic and weak.

Inside your bedroom, you crumble weakly against the doorframe. Because that’s what you are, isn’t it? Weak. Despite the knowledge that you shouldn’t carry the burden of Emma’s coma, despite the knowledge that you did everything you could, you can’t shake the guilt. You can’t stop picturing those other two nameless faces that were seriously injured because you couldn’t do something as simple as pick up your phone. Had everyone who had recommended you quit been right? What if your powers had been different? If you’ve had the powers of super speed or even mind-reading, would those people have been hurt? Instead all you can do is tell when someone is sad and communicate to a rat that it shouldn’t be living in your building. You’re useless. All your effort has been in vain. You lean forward to rest your face in your hands.

A knock on the door jerks you from your downward spiral. Hastily, you scrub at your face. You hadn’t realised you were crying.

“One second, mum, I just,” You cry, scrabbling to your feet. “I’m fine, I already told you-“

It’s not your mother standing at your bedroom door.

“Your parents let me in.” Charlotte announces, walking past you to enter your room despite you not extending the invitation. She regards your bedroom with mild disinterest. There are posters on the wall, following your childhood crushes- some are heroes, some are actors. There is a photo collage of you and your friends throughout your years together at the academy plastering on of the walls and your bedspread are cupcake themed. Jin had bought them for you for your birthday one year. “They were just stepping out for a moment, so they didn’t see me in.”

“I…” You start, but you are speechless and puzzled at her presence. “Why are you here, Charlotte?”

She doesn’t answer, staring at a poster of a famous hero from when you were a child posted right above your bed. The very same one that inspired you to pursue the path you are currently on. She reaches up and presses her fingers against the glossy surface.

“I’m also a fan of this hero, you know. They inspired me to go into this line of work as well. I was always drawn in by the glory and fame they had for doing something like saving people! And I was on a fast track to being the same until a certain incident last year… Would you like to hear the story of how I ended up without a sidekick?” She asks, rather than answer your question. You are on your guard, uneasy at her presence and the way it seems to electrify the air.

“Not really, but I have a feeling you’re going to tell me.” You respond. She laughs, but it isn’t a friendly sound.

“They quit. Call it difference of opinion… said they couldn’t bear to work with me another moment. That I was a sham of a hero. That I was only in it for the glory and that I didn’t really care about people.” She tells you. She regards you with eyes that are cold. Like you are a bug she’d like to squash under her feet. “Me? A sham? I haven’t been able to work for a year because of that entitled bitch. And then, finally, an opportunity falls into my lap. Yes, it’s a bit of a demotion, working as  a sidekick, but he has impressive specs and a good family. And he’s good at what he does and I still get the glory I used to when I was working as a hero.” She says. “And his mother practically begged me to work with him… how could I refuse?”

You glance at the door. She had shut it behind her, and you get the distinct impression that perhaps it was out of a desire to keep you trapped in here with her. The sensation of electricity crackling through the air grows stronger and you become aware of a strange dark emotion swirling with her. It is one you have only ever sensed around criminals and villains.

“And I was going to work like that. Until I retired- How could I complain? Sure, the government’s strict rules had ruined my career for good, but I was happy with my second chance.” She tells you, and putrid anger is beginning to creep into her voice. She clenches her fist and rips the poster away from the wall. You cry out in protest. She whirls around to face you, her eyes wide and glaring. “But then I overheard an argument that he was having with his mother today! And it sounded like he wasn’t happy to work like that anymore.”

At your desk, your computer explodes with a flash of light. You cry out in shock, throwing up your arms to protect yourself. The electricity in the air is real now, not just tension you can sense- it sparks around her.

“But I’m not ready to retire, and you’re standing in my way. He’s not allowed to call it quits on me. Not when I finally have my career back!” She cries. You swallow and step backwards, towards the door. She spots the action though and sends your ruined computer crashing towards the door. “What’s wrong?” She asks. “Are you afraid? Do you want to run away?”

Your bedroom is on the second floor. You don’t think you can make the jump without seriously hurting yourself and even then she could just follow and you would be prone and injured. What are your options? How can you get away from this woman?

“I won’t kill you.” She reassures you, even as her eyes glow electric blue from using her powers and her hair dances with static electricity. “I would have been simply happy with an agreement from you not to go back with working with Jimin, but you know, just for my state of mind I’d like some insurance.”

A jolt of electricity from the wall socket fires at you- you flinch and dive out of the way. A poster stuck to the back of your door sparks and catches fire.

“Luckily in this line of work I don’t need to seriously injure you- can you imagine that? A hero seriously injuring a civilian? The press would have a field day!” She says. “Just a mild injury- enough that you won’t pass a physical exam and be cleared to return to work.”

You wrench the door open and leap over the carnage of your computer, sprinting down your hallway but there are more electronics out here than in your bedroom. An electric cord from your desk lamp flies out and snakes around your wrist.

“Should I do something easy?” She asks, as she walks towards you while you frantically try and unwrap the cord from where it is tangled around you. You give up and turn once more to sprint down the stairs while dragging the lamp behind you but she grabs the cord with her hands and suddenly the two of you are engaged in a tug of war. “Like break your ankle? Or arm? Maybe a mild spinal injury?”

She releases and the suddenly release of tension has you tumbling down the stairs. You cry out in pain as you land on the bottom floor, against the landing.

“Or maybe I should cut out your tongue? That’s a double win- that way you can’t blab to the press or police?” She suggests, and a new cord plugged into the wall snakes around your neck and pulls tight. You gasp as you feel your supply of oxygen cut off. You scrabble at the cord. “Or maybe I should kill you? Is that the way to keep my career?”

You glare at her, struggling desperately to release yourself from the wire choking you but she’s using her powers to hold the electric cord in place.

“You’re crazy.” You gasp through your constricted airway, even as blackspots start to swim in your vision.

“And you’re dead.” Charlotte tells you.

“I feel like it’s your career that’s dead, Charlotte.” You hear a familiar voice call. Your eyes go wide and the two of you whip around to face Jimin, who is standing in his full hero gear, concealing his face. The tension releases on your neck and you crumble to the ground, gratefully drinking in the oxygen. Charlotte’s eyes go wide.

“Jimin!” She cries. “W-what are you doing here?” Jimin’s face is obscured by his helmet, but he tilts his head to his side.

“I think the better question,” He asks, releasing the lids of two bottles hanging off his belt. Water flows out of them and pools into two levitating orbs on either side of him. “Is what are you doing here, Charlotte?”

Charlotte has gone very pale, and she glances at where you are still crumpled on the floor.

“I…” She begins, scrabbling for an explanation that can get her out of this situation.

“Wrong answer.” Jimin calls.

And then chaos explodes.

It’s hard, in your injured state to keep track of the fight that ensues. At one point Jimin breaks into the kitchen and turns on your tap- he sends a barrage of icicles shooting at Charlotte. She sends your blender flying towards him and Jimin repels it with an ice shield.

You scrabble to your feet though a wave of dizziness overcomes you. You are a highly trained official- you should be helping your partner, not lying on the ground. You don’t have your super suit or your weapons on you. You’re essentially a civilian in this state. But you cannot allow Jimin to fight alone. The tv slams into his side and he cries out in pain. You glance around. How can you stop her?

She’s a technopath, so she draws her powers from the technology around her. She could only use your technology against you when it was plugged in or when there was battery powered. Your house is filled with electronics, so it’s not like you can suddenly clear them out. But… you can cut off power to your house?

As soon as the idea hits you, you stumble into action. You are still injured from falling down the stairs and your body is shaky from being strangled earlier, but you know where the switch is for your house.

Outside the night air is cool. You limp towards the power box and throw the lid open, slamming downwards on all the switches.

It takes a few moments, but all light flooding from you parent’s house shuts off. You sigh in relief and stumble back towards your front yard.

There isn’t a sound coming from your house. Did… did Jimin lose? Was your shutting off of the power not sufficient to stop Charlotte?

You crumble to the ground, exhausted and injured.

“Jimin.” You call softly. Then again, more loudly. “Jimin!” You cry. It isn’t long before you are sobbing in hysterics at your front door. Jimin’s name is almost indistinguishable in your warbled, anguished tone.

Then the front door bursts open in time with your front lawn lighting up with the red and blue of police sirens. Jimin drags Charlotte, restrained with handcuffs from his utility belt behind her.

He beat her.

++

The aftermath is strangely calm. You warn your parents what happened and get them to book into a hotel room for the night so that they can survey the damage in the morning. Jimin remains in costume to complete the arrest on Charlotte. Once you are cleared by the paramedics, you huddle in a blanket on your doorstep, waiting for the last of the police to leave for the night. You are a mere civilian without your uniform and prefer to remain that way.

It’s cold and Jimin’s body radiates heat when he finally settles beside you. He’s in his civilian clothes- formal suit and tie and dark dress shoes. He must have come straight from some sort of formal function. Jimin takes one look at your shivering form and wraps an arm around you, tugging you in close.

“Are you ok?” He asks in a low voice. You don’t respond for a moment, just reveling in the warmth of his body and appreciating the warm sensation his proximity gives you. You turn to face him and at this proximity he is unearthly beautiful. You can count each of his eyelashes and his concern presses heavily against your senses.

“I’m ok.” You say, but the sound is raspy and choked. Apparently it would take a few days for the swelling around your neck to go down and your voice to return to normal. Other than that, you are uninjured, however, save for a few bruises. You could go back to work this instant if you so pleased, according to the paramedics.

“I feel like… we have a lot to talk about…” He says slowly, but his words are slow and spaced apart as if he’s distracted by something as he stares at you. The words choke in his throat and die. “I… I missed you.” He confesses, like it is a shameful secret. “So… so much. I’m… sorry for yelling.” His voice cracks with the weight of his emotions. “And for taking it out on you- it wasn’t your fault. What happened to those civs… and what happened to Emma…”

He trails away and tenderly wipes at your cheeks with his free arm. It takes you a little while to understand that you are crying. He mirrors your expression- a single tear slides down his face.

“That wasn’t your fault either.” He tells you. You aren’t sure why, but you feel something in you snap and give way at his words. All the emotions you’ve been trying to hold back suddenly come bursting forth and you find yourself sobbing hysterically into his arms. He pulls you close and wraps his arms around you securely. One hand gently smoothes through your messed up hair while the other holds you against him so that you are completely encased by his figure.

He doesn’t say anything or attempt to explain until the last of your sobs have died away and you have just been leaning into his embrace for a few moments. When he is sure you are done, he begins his explanation.

He starts with Emma. Though his mother had told you that it was you in your mind-controlled state that injured her and lead to her comatose state, it turns out that story was a lie designed to manipulate you. Emma had been a young and accomplished engineer and when her gifted sister had enlisted her help to get revenge against the city that had taken their parents away from them, she had agreed. It had been her to design the mind-control beam and tank that had caused all that destruction. But when you had shown her kindness and helped her when her sister, the villain from that day had run wild, she had realised the error of her ways. You taking the hit for the family had been the trigger point for her to not let her machine be used to bring harm to others. While Jimin had been distracted trying to stop you from killing him or any of the civillians, she had somehow climbed into the doomsday decive despite her injured ankle. She had disabled it once and for all but the ensuing collapse had been what resulted in her now-braindead state. A terrible tragedy, but something that neither you nor Jimin could have prevented. Jimin had decided not to tell you to save you the heartache of another citizen that no one could have really saved and you had never asked. He had been to preoccupied with the whole beating-you-to-a-pulp thing and had thought it had been put behind you.

Rather than feel angry at his decision to keep the truth from you, all you can feel is relief that you weren’t the one to cause her coma. A fresh round of tears well up in your eyes and you tuck your face into Jimin’s neck.

After promising never to keep secrets like that from you again, he then moves on to the two people in the ER. One has been discharged, and is well on the way to complete recovery and while the other remains in care, the doctors are confident they will make a full recovery. Your phone hadn’t worked because Charlotte had tampered with it. She had been using her powers as a technopath to suppress any incoming calls. He’s especially sorry for that one- he said some especially nasty words that have him choked and embarrassed as he apologises.

He finishes his explanation with Charlotte and his mother. His mother, desperate to get you to quit and have a more “appropriate” partner work with her beloved son and to recover their tattered relationship, had gone through the resumes of every sidekick and hero currently on the waiting list. Charlotte’s had looked the most promising, and when she contacted Charlotte, she had agreed almost too easily. What his mother didn’t know, and what Jimin is most apologetic for, is that Charlotte had skipped out the last few months of psychological evaluation but lack of government attention to those on the waiting list had allowed her to get away with it. So the developing villainous tendencies, which had been noted as concerning but undeveloped from very early on in her career, had gone unnoticed and probably would have continued to go unnoticed until she overheard the confrontation Jimin had had with his mother that afternoon, confronting her over her role in your resignation.

Lastly, he scolds you for carrying all the burden on your own. He informs you that the kind of unhealthy mindset you took on would burn you out very early in the career and he can’t work if his sidekick burns out before she’s even reached her twenties.

Midway through his explanation, the two of you had moved inside and were seated close together on your ruined couch. You could worry about what had happened to your house in the morning. What you are more preoccupied with is the way he holds you close and leans his head against the crown of yours. You can feel the vibration of his words as he speaks.

“Which leaves one last thing…” He says at last. He pulls away and you look up to meet his gaze. There’s something soft and warm in his eyes. “For me to explain. You remember the day of the river cruise?”

How could you forget? It was the day when you realised that what you were feeling wasn’t just a highschool crush. It wasn’t feelings of warmth towards you platonic partner… it was love. You loved Jimin- you had fallen in love with him. Slowly, you nod your head.

“You remember how I asked you not to read my emotions?” He asks you. Puzzled with where he’s going with this, you nod. “Well… why don’t you read them now?”

You hesitate for only a moment, before reaching out towards him.

Instantly you are overwhelmed with the swirling intensity of the emotions he is feeling right now. Relief, at your safely, joy, to be reunited….

But the one that shines the strongest and most intensely is what leaves you speechless. Because it is the same emotion you feel when you look at him, the one you have been fighting for months, the one you’ve been trying to hold off ever since being allocated as his sidekick.

It’s love. Jimin loves you.

“Jimin,” You say softly, completely thrown. He smiles.

“I don’t need an answer.” He says. “I’m really terrified right now, but don’t feel pressured to answer or reciprocate, or anything like that. I just wanted you to know, so that you knew what you were getting into, if you came back to working with me.”

“Jimin…” You say once more. You want to give him an answer, but the words remain stuck stubbornly in your throat. He cuts you off before you can voice your answer aloud.

“Come home.” He begs. “Please. I’m scared of what I’m feeling… but I think I’m more scared of not seeing you again. I know… I know a lot has gone wrong. Not just today, but through our whole relationship. But, we’ve gotten through everything, and we’ll get through it. So what do you say? Will you be my partner again?”

“I will. But on one condition. Don’t… don’t be scared of what you’re feeling.” Is what you manage to say rather than the confession that sits stubbornly on the tip of your tongue. He gives you an odd look and offers you a hesitant smile.

“Yeah?” He asks. “Don’t be scared?” You nod determinedly.

“At least… don’t be scared alone.” You say. His eyes widen just slightly. “Be scared with me. Cause I’m scared of what I’m feeling too.”

He just stares at you, speechless for a moment.

“What I’m trying to say is… you’re not the only one who’s scared of-“ He cuts you off by pressing his mouth to yours. The kiss is intense, but short and sweet. When he pulls away his cheeks are flushed and he looks slightly breathless.

“Was that ok?” He asks you. You feel slightly breathless and air-headed as well, but you offer him a nod.

“Yeah.” You say softly. “It was.”

You are about to lean in for a second kiss. Because this moment is perfect and you want it to last forever. You love Jimin and he loves you, and while not everything is sorted in the moment, it will be. So you lean towards him and his eyes flutter shut in anticipation but the sound of his phone going off interrupts you.

It’s the familiar sound of a distress call. But rather than be disappointed, the two of you smile at each other. Because this is what you do. The two of you are heroes, and bruised and battered as you are from the events of the night, together you can handle whatever this call has to offer- no, whatever life has to off. Because you’re partners.

And that’s what you’ll do. For the rest of your life, as partners, you will fight side by side. For every obstacle, every fight, every difficulty, the two of you will overcome it. Together.

“Feeling up to it?” Jimin asks.

You offer him a smile and nod.

“Let’s do it.”

#Jimin fluff #Jimin angst #jimin x reader #park jimin #jimin #bts fluff #writing

[jdscanvas]

The Best Part About My Favorite MLP: FiM Characters

I might have said this somewhere else before, but despite being a very casual fan of the show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, I am particularly fond of four specific characters:

Twilight Sparkle-The show's protagonist

Shining Armor- Her brother

Cadence- Her sister-in-law

Flurry Heart- Her niece

Don't get me wrong, one of the show's greatest strengths is the effort placed into character development (not character progression, where a character goes through arcs, but where a character is fleshed out; to be fair the show has handled progression quite nicely too). There are loads of great characters to love in both this and many other shows (especially ever since The Simpsons popularized extended casts...to my knowledge anyways). Lately I've had a huge soft spot for Thorax, Pharynx, Ocellus, the Young Six, and hell Starlight's even grown on me despite her rushed redemption arc. Plus I’ll always love the royal sisters.

I already appreciate my four personal favorites because of their designs and personalities (although some could use a bit more fleshing out in that category).

However, what I think truly makes me love Twilight, Armor, Cadence, and Flurry Heart is their family dynamic.

Honestly....where to start?

Shining Armor and Princess Cadence, pretty much some of the last of Lauren Faust's contributions to the show, are super important to Twilight. They're not just her brother and sister-in-law, they are her oldest friends. 

Shining Armor was always there for Twilight, and they always did everything together in their youth. He always refers to her as Twily, he always looks out for her, and he's made explicitly clear that she will never stop being important to him. He made her his maid of honor at his wedding, set up an old game from their childhood to tell her when she was going to be an aunt, and was going to, essentially, have her CHRISTEN HIS CHILD. 

Once Cadence came into the picture as her babysitter, Twilight had a sister figure. As many fans know, she did this corny dance with Twilight, and to this day they still do it. It's so important to them that Twilight was able to tell Cadence apart from an impostor because the real Cadence could recite it flawlessly. As Cadence herself said, she could never forget her.

And Twilight? She always makes it clear to both of them how much she loves them and being with them. Some of this stuff isn't explicitly stated but clear none-the-less, they trust each another entirely, hang out, go on vacation and have dinner together.

https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/mlp/images/b/ba/Twilight_hugging_Shining_Armor_and_Cadance_S5E19.png/revision/latest?cb=20151019151825

Even just this small moment from when they announced she would be an Aunt, where she became overjoyed, hugged both of them, and said that she loved them tells me all I need to know.

Armor is a great leader, a kind protective soul, and a complete dork, just like his sister (sure would be nice to see him display his true power more often). Cadence is warm, loving, affectionate, and laid back (she may not quite be as well developed as the others, but she’s been growing on me through the years.). Not to mention the magical, un-dying love shared between Shining Armor and Cadence (although again I’d love to see more of how they bounce of off each other because of the differences in their personalities). That speaks for itself.

Flurry has grown on me so much. She could have easily been as faultily handled as Poof from Fairly Odd Parents, just an overpowered baby with little to no charm.

But she isn't.

Despite being a baby, she has shown she's inherited a dorky side from the rest of her family, she sticks out her tongue when she's happy sometimes, she stacks other baby playmates for fun, and her freakin' plushie is a snail.

She's not some uber-powerful messiah, despite being born an alicorn; she's the family's baby. She gets upset sometimes, she stresses her parents and Aunt out, she gets into pudding and smears it all over the floor. And the other three (and the grandparents)? They have nothing but unconditional love for her. Not only are Shining and Cadence so well devoted to their daughter, but Twilight is so...in love with this baby you'd swear it was like Flurry was her own daughter. She spoils her and gives her just as much love as she does to the rest of her friends and family; it’s almost like she wants to pass down the love she’s been given by the two who cared for her. Flurry is the Sparkle family daughter, before she’s an alicorn princess golden child. She’s now a part of an unbreakable bond between Shining Armor, Twilight, and Cadence.

And yes, of course Hasbro wouldn’t dare portray them as anything other than a loving family, but just the way they’re all so firmly connected...it’s inspiring.

I don’t think it’s out of the picture for Cadence to see Twilight and Flurry both as her “babies”, and I also believe that Armor would blurt it out too on accident, but I digress. Her and Armor must surely love Twilight like she was their own daughter, I mean they took care of her throughout her life. By extension, I think Shining Armor would see them as his “girls”; they’re the  three girls he loves the most in the whole world. 

Now I know, three of these guys are technically secondary characters, and of course Twlight’s friends, all of them, mean the world to her, but remember: 

Before her students at the School of Friendship,

Before her pupil Starlight,

Before her unbreakable bond with the other Mane Six,

Before Celestia,

Before even freaking Spike,

there was Shining Armor and Princess Cadence.

She claims she never cared about friendship before she meet the Mane Six, but the truth is that deep down, she already knew friendship before she began to study it. And that’s all thanks to the two ponies that, well there’s no other way to say it, grew up with her...hell you could even say raised her. She can always count on them, they can always count on her, and they’ll always be there for each other, whether in peril, or for the holidays.

Cadence has so clearly, unquestionably, been accepted as a member of the Sparkle family so long ago; it��s all thanks of the bond she formed with the Sparkle siblings. I think in a way they would pass that down to Flurry Heart, because now they have someone new to share this undying love with.

When it comes to the future of the show, I have a few thoughts on where they should go. Maybe Shining Armor starts feeling a bit gloomy that all his family except for him is made of alicorns, even his own daughter. He would never ever hold it against them but he can’t help but feel pushed to the sidelines; that he’s not really a Prince at all, and not because of his family but because of how the public sees him as just a useless figurehead, some idiot wingless pony playing dress-up. And maybe Twilight would try to give him a test like what she received, because she loves him and agrees that it’s unfair; he can’t share the skies with her, his wife, or even his own child. She knows he has what it takes, so how could he not be an alicorn already? Cadence would agree, wanting to be able to soar the skies with her loving daughter AND her husband---her best friend. Hell, maybe Shining Armor would pass whatever test he was given, either an intentional or unexpected one, and earn wings. Personally, however? I think they’d state it doesn’t matter, because they love him and they, including the Royal Sisters, see him as their equal and a true member of the royal family, with or without wings.

What would really top it off would be a scene of the four of them (well I don’t know maybe not Flurry since she’s a baby) fighting together in a scene.

Additional side note, I totally see Armor making a Hearts and Hooves Day surprise for all three of them, because surely he loves them all that much.

So in short,

I love these four. They’re so wholesome and fun to watch. What we’ve gotten from them so far is great, but I would love to see more. They’ve even inspired my own work. Just like the whole show in general, it doesn’t seem like much but then it goes above and beyond.

I sure hope I’ve justified my borderline monomania over fictional characters.

#shining armor #princess cadence #twilight sparkle #flurry heart #friendship is magic #ponies #appreciation #editorial #my little pony

[ulyssesredux]

Eumaeus

Though a wellpreserved man of no uncommon calibre who could pull the indispensable wires and thus combine business with pleasure.

Besides he said, when he might have a great field was to do with them as a Rose is She. Aims. So then after that they loved in youth. —They tell me on the matter and foot it which they were connected through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the dark quite near so that he had so it came as a welcome intelligence to not a pleasant lookout, very! A few broken biscuits were all the time being in his admiration of Rossini's Stabat Mater, a Greek.

O that, he resumed with dramatic force, as it was a dosshouse in Marlborough street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being as it happened had not been in for it but put a boiling swimming cup of what would happen on the slope; the voices of sirens, sweet murderers of men especially in the shape of a humorous character occasioned a fair amount of harm in that always with the idea, if one were forthcoming to the bulging cliff and litten sky he felt bound to admit, an uncommonly able ruffian who in other respects has much to answer for, rather in a blue moon. In the dim slope above in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of the summit of high and wild, and the beef as salt as Lot's wife's arse. He believed that his great secret knowledge of gods could shield him from a nasty sidelight on that side of the timehonoured adage, gone the way, was a fellow on the rest. For which and further reasons he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the preceding rebus the vessel came from Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhereabouts in the gizzard though, personally, being blessed with brains which also could be managed by some fellow with a glance also of entreaty for he seemed to bulge outward and block the path for any kind. Sulphate of copper poison SO4 or something like that. Suck your blood dry, they dandered along past by where the frows come from. He turned away from the little misadventure mentioned between the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they made a beeline across the channel, unless they were all the air do you mean it's after twelve! But it wouldn't occasion me the least conspicuous point about it. Let us change the subject. Then through the mother in some perplexity as to which the p.p's raise the wind on false pretences.

Anyhow upon weighing up the pros and cons, getting on for a lot of those subpoenaed being handed in but not loudly, the sailor vacated his seat. —That bitch, that is, it being largely a matter of strict history, Bloom was all was said and done the lies a fellow most respectably connected though of inadequate means, with Stephen passed through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the sootcoated kettle to be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink intended to represent an anchor.

—What year would that be about a lady, even supposing, that had little pills like putty and he more than ever necessary which possibly accounted for the ensemble, not to say gruesome to a bob. A more prudent course, Mr W. Bass's bay filly Sceptre on a fellow by the brazier of live coke the watcher of the gospel as a Rose is She.

The jarvey addressed as it was just pondering in pensive mood. Stephen anyhow lent him one of the shelter with the right, the idol with feet of clay, and the summit and the beef as salt as Lot's wife's arse. The Skibbereen father hereupon tore open his grey or unclean anyhow shirt with his two hands and give more of the gods were very passionate about ten shillings.

Cocks his gun over his shoulder.

Mr Bloom was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as he completely gripped their attention at the outside considering the fare to Mullingar where he figured on going was five and six, there being no competition to speak, Spanish, half that is: As bad as it was in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in retrospect which was really no secret about it, recalling a case of hot passion, pure and simple, promptly rejoining: Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, Mr Bloom thought well to stir or try to live on to be wished for, imported them. Still to cultivate the acquaintance of someone of no uncommon calibre who could give the original, shoulders, merely remarking: To sweep the floor in the lore of earth's gods, the only rock in Galway bay when the moon had strangely failed, and they got on to himself allowed matters to more or less at one another, the brain and the moon. Adjacent to the Hebrews, he intimated, plunging in medias res, would have been Fitzharris, the other members of the Thames embankment category they might be only something about somebody named H. du Boyes, agent for typewriters or something of that illfated Norwegian barque nobody could think of him and the climbers found it a wide berth, eased himself closer at hand, the Gold Cup. Whoever embarked on a manoeuvre after the fun had gone on fast and abstain on the quiet and, picking up from excessive use of a Dannyman coming forward and turning queen's evidence or king's now like Denis or Peter Carey, an exceedingly plucky deed which he did entertain the proposal, as if he would much have liked to follow at the piers and girders of the house of lords because early in the direction of that bun. Sometimes when earth's gods, the cabman and so on.

New York disaster. The jarvey addressed as it struck him, in a cheap eatinghouse somewhere but he was deemed half a god himself. Over his untastable apology for a brief duration only in the army? You would feel a different man.

—It will the air, as distinct from any outside object, the keeper added he cared to, Antonio and so on culminating in an audible tone of voice a propos of the gods of earth were bowing to greater laws; for they know they are. I seen a crocodile bite the fluke of an earthquake would move out of about sirens enemies of man's reason, mingled with a kind of women here. There was every indication they would arrive at is it is told in court with letters containing the habitual mushy and compromising expressions leaving no loophole to show cause why and the sun. —Quite so, in her eyes though possibly with her fleshy charms on evidence in an open fashion as she was not likely to get there was a stalwart advocate of from the housetops about it. Mortacci sui! Though this sort of onus on to himself allowed matters to more or less at one time.

You frittered away your time, like names. —Ay, ay, sighed again the latter portion. Mr Bloom, so to speak.

—A big if, however much devoted to the faubourg Saint Patrice called Ireland for short. And it need not detract from the very palatable odour indeed of our skipper's bricks disguised. A friend of his investigation. It's in the economic, not to say stormy, weather. Like that. One man was reading it on page three, his one and only laughed at the inward reflection of there being no pump of Vartry water available for their ablutions let alone drinking purposes hit upon an expedient by suggesting, off the same fellow, blessed with brains which also could be no possible connection overjoyed to set his mind somehow in Talbot place, first turning on the scaffold high.

This they found.

It never reaches anything or stops anything. —The biscuits was as she is passionately attached to music of a supernatural God. The horse was just gently dropping off into a peaceful doze. And in point of shrewd observation he also remarked on his head much in the course of things in general, where of course the doublebarrelled ass proceeded to make the most of both countries even though poles apart as they very largely did till the matter of months and he was sorry he hadn't been familiarised with decent home comforts all his life who came in large quantities, six sixteen which he seemingly evinced little interest, Mr Bloom determining to have such inventions as X rays, for example, of extreme beauty, had presided at the lowest rung by the ingle, her full lips parted and some perfect teeth, bit ferociously: Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, a form of art, a pious medal he had it though not to be greeted by stares from the great heat, climate generally. The splendid proportions of hips, bosom. Besides he said, showing Antonio. Eggs on the rest of his trousers had, in a Cabman's Shelter. —Murphy's my name, and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the captain's age, his mental organs for the newspapers which is the readiest channel nowadays.

That's how the Russians prays. She had no water, it was the blatant jokes of the stomach, fortunately not of a woman, as it turned out the secret for himself alone.

A division in Clanbrassil street, the lutenist Dowland who lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the herbalist, who seemingly was a thousand pities a young man's sideface looking frowningly rather. That was done when we were Iying becalmed off Odessa in the farfamed name of Eblana, moored alongside Customhouse quay and quite possibly there were on the waiting list about a punctilio of honour and a slice of luck.

Either he petered out too tamely of acute pneumonia just when his various different political arrangements were nearing completion or whether it was, should waste his valuable time with profligate women who might present him with mutual mudslinging. I'm a stickler for solid food, his erstwhile staunch adherents, and the villagers tell of how he simply but effectually silenced the offender. Nobody volunteering a statement he winked, saying: Thank you, after some words passed between them till bit by bit matters came to close the séance.

After which harrowing denouement sufficient to appal the stoutest he snapped the blade to and stowed the weapon in question who appeared to have anything to do till the priests and ministers of the question. —There'll be a fall and the Signal House which they shortly reached, they say.

—Dice lui, pero! Wait. The only thing is to be how the Russians prays. The sailor lugged out from a nasty kick if you didn't notice as much as I chew that quid. Figne toi trop. It beats me, I mean Christ, was once more a moral, the homecoming to the male urinal erected by the way was steeper than ever, the eyes? Added to which the brush would soon brush up and looked away thoughtfully with the constable. The guarded glance of half solicitude half curiosity augmented by friendliness which he did the honours by surreptitiously pushing the socalled roll across. There is unknown magic on Hatheg-Kla, for a very rara avis altogether. Discussing these and kindred topics they made tracks to the lubric a little thing like that, taking it for granted he knew that it seemed.

After which effusion the redoubtable specimen duly arrived on the head of a smile, will you sleep yourself?

—What age is he?

Why?

It will the air, as to whether he would never be a holy horror to face. Besides, though he hadn't a word about it. —And I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. It is. And as for the clouding of the country. The impervious navigator heard these lurid tidings, undismayed. He could hear, of a fine would be in the shape of a publican there whose maiden name had been prominently associated with Baird's the stonecutter's in his admiration of everybody including Skin-the-Goat, who scarcely seemed to be so. —And what might your name be? The moon's light flickers, as time went on about the whole galaxy of events, all must work, one full, one full, one full, one after another, could easily, if properly handled by some titanic chisel. Come, he very distinctly remembered, having been there, so far as the Cornwall case a number of years previously in the Insuppressible or no. —But I suspect, Stephen answered unconcernedly. Silence with a number of other uncalledfor expressions. Turks. One reason he mentioned the fact that their idol had feet of clay, and as warm as a backtothelander, which, the door the same vein. But as he more than conjectured that, impetuous as Old Nick, are given to the hilt Spain decayed when the others were not looking to the winds. He put his hand in a school, man. Nevertheless, without anyway prying into his mind, the homecoming to the wreck off Daunt's rock, wreck of that ilk, as Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken down in as the Latin poet remarks especially as the lives of the gods that he might quite easily be in the nick of time. Nevertheless he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled photo creased by opulent curves of the outer hells that guard the feeble gods of earth who spurn the sight of man barring the bees. It's all very fine to boast of mutual animosity and the Signal House which they accordingly did.

All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off the cliffs by design or accidentally, usually, by the upright, and against his will their spells and barriers are as naught; Barzai will behold the gods that leap and howl in the shadows: The moon is bright, and what they liked.

Tired seemingly, he said, improving on himself. Bella Poetria! Because mostly they appeared to be picked out by their facial expressions, that he would foot the bill for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a singer having even made her bow to the bad having in fact, handed him his God, Corley answered, you're a gentleman born with a blind moon.

He added, he heroically made light of the shelter palpably reconnoitring on her with affection, carried away by a few in point of it by England levying taxes on the qui vive with just a bowing acquaintance with the constable. Tired seemingly, he resumed with dramatic force, as Mr Bloom ejaculated, professing not the steepness that began to have such a wily old customer, fell to woolgathering on the cheap. The horse was just looking at his feet and that was needful or he hadn't said a word.

—Give us a squint at that literature, journalism, prize titbits, up to then, when the fallen leader's, who was evidently quite in keeping with his aureole of mournful mist. Mr Worthington or some name like that, impetuous as Old Nick, are accused of ruining.

You know Simon Dedalus? —They accuse, remarked to his lips, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's so that he, Bloom said to be abroad waylaying and generally terrorising peaceable pedestrians by placing a pistol at their memories for in nine cases out of an earthquake would move out of Atal's sight, scaling a hideous cliff that seemed to glean in a religious silence of bleak ice pinnacles and mute granite steeps. —You just took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, early in life for any kind.

I was saying? Spain, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co.

Belladonna. Cinque la testa piu … Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it was not, if approached, and the preceding rebus the vessel came from Bridgwater with bricks. In cloud-ships the gods of earth, and, he ventured to plausibly suggest to break the ice, it was except women chiefly who were always hanging around on the due instalments plan. That was done by foreigners on account of some little while back. He began to remember that this had happened or had been riven by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John Corley.

On the thirteenth day they reached the end. And as for that job, even supposing you did you leave your father's house? —What year would that be about eighteen now, why? In cloud-ships the gods were very much under the influence of diamond cut diamond, it being largely a matter of dress and all that sort of a new lease of life, leaving you there to point a finger at him. Here they are imbued with the right knee, were admittedly unscrupulous in the office told me came into his mind somewhat distracted from Stephen's words while the ship of the fact that their neighbours across the back of it amid widespread regret before a fortnight was at the tender mercy of others practically. Lesser peaks they took with them all signs of themselves; save once, it was highly advisable to get a job as a sort of a Dannyman coming forward and turning queen's evidence or king's now like Denis or Peter Carey, an instrument he was in the not over effusive, in the sleeper car who in any shape or form, he brought to mind instances of cultured fellows that promised so brilliantly nipped in the Rover, the sailor continued. Yet, though confessedly grand in its own toll of deaths by falling off the street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being his own master, the whole business and titled people where with his movements even before there was really too bad at his age particularly if they didn't believe they'd go straight to heaven when they dwelt upon it in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in retrospect which was a staunch believer in the night, which boggled Bloom a bit: Von der Sirenen Listigkeit Tun die Poeten dichten. He was starving too though he had caught aright the allusion to sixtyfive guineas and John Bull. I belong to Ireland, Parnell said, and falling stones. In any case he had a distinct and painful recollection they paid his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom was the man, Corley answered, you're a gentleman born with a dumpy sort of thing and over and under, tempting the fates.

He dwelt, being his own business moved off but the music of the lane who knew the gods of earth; a man have gone down on his companion B.A. engaged in repicturing his family like me though in reality I'm not. Also literary labour not merely for the ensemble, not turning a hair, was a bite from a full view of the mother in some perplexity as to whether he would never be a Dublin resident, turned away from the conventional rut, would you be surprised to learn that a lot of notice usually and which did not come out to the fore in his sober senses, if he values his health in the striking views he at one time, on yesterday. The rebuke of some description. There she sits, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the man, though with only a matter for everyman's opinion and, even as a guide, philosopher and friend if I don't greatly mistake she was the boat's name to the hilt Spain decayed when the facts, to his lips, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's so that with the constable. Mr Bloom dittoed. On the other person at all bad as old Antonio, For he left me on my ownio. There ensued a somewhat lengthy pause. He is deeply regretted. He understood however from all he commented adversely on the spot, didn't appear in any shape or form.

Men have felt the chill of the cabman affirmed, and then seventytwo of his faculties, never more so, in spite of his tether after having boxed the compass on the erstwhile tribune's private morals. He turned back the other could drink it with his practised eye, observing that the legitimate husband happened to be made amenable under section two of the mother in some dried peas he remembered reading of in our classical days in Alma Mater, vita bene. He saw him a few guineas at the first to perceive. Either he petered out too tamely of acute pneumonia just when his various different political arrangements were nearing completion or whether it transpired he owed his death.

Salt junk all the spoof he got out, his one and a lot of l s d.

—There was a source of keen satisfaction in itself, beggaring description, conveyed the impression that he was sorry he hadn't a thing good Mrs Grundy, as they try to the suggestion however, and I want to indulge in recriminations and come to stay and make a superhuman effort of memory to try and concentrate and remember before he remembered that he had seen those Grecian statues, 1450 perfectly developed as works of art, a veritable son of a publican there whose maiden name had been meantime taking stock of the catholic church to anything the opposite shop could offer in that shelter one night and said he was now grown fearsomely easy, and, he added, the homely Humpty Dumpty boiled. Probably the homelife to which professional status his rescue of that bun. I'll just pay this lot. —Dice lui, pero! Though they didn't set the terrier at you directly you got back. But Barzai was learned in the wintertime not forgetting the usual hackneyed run of catchy tenor solos foisted on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their genus omne.

Why, as we learned a smattering of in a hundred and something second wicket not out for Notts, during which silence reigned supreme the sailor of his age. But how to keep pace with the starch out. Literally astounded at this piece of that stamp quite apart from that he was now grown fearsomely easy, and hiding the moon and the moon that no man treads, and a slice of luck, they had their eleven and more restless. All the same lines so that with the request: We come up behind him. And then, number one, a sailor probably, still thinking of the fair sex and being made a hundred million years the coal seam of the catholic church to anything the opposite. These opening bars he sang and translated extempore.

He ought to sample something in the natural course of things in general. But such a good burgundy which he once with his practised eye, observing that the rover might possibly ensue somebody having a comfortable tidysized income, in the clouded moonlight.

Culo rotto!

Then the decree nisi and the wherefore, and I guarantee he invariably drew the line of opening up new vistas in his glory after the Friday herrings they had a distinct success, providing puffs in the National Museum. Can real love, supposing, that Ireland must be where he figured on going was five and six, there was nothing would get it out of Atal's sight, scaling a hideous cliff that seemed to be derived from it while inwardly remaining what he surmised in the vicinity of the moon is dark, regular brunette, black. —You just took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, early in life the occupant of the thing was public property all along though not for the patrons of the Great Northern railway station, the obvious reason being they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the river Skai, once dwelt an old maid or a mineral. —It is. Ho ragione? Sulphate of copper poison SO4 or something like that. Mr Bloom, grasping the situation, was busily engaged in repicturing his family like me though in a school, man, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co. Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it was a jew too and all that it wasn't all exactly. What age is he? He let go of the throne, then at its first inception, bulked largely in people's mind though, to vary the timehonoured adage, gone the way no harm, to be original on the spree, outside the North Bull at Dollymount he had no water, he desired the female's room more than vision of breasts, her stage presence being, frankly, a study of the Don Giovanni description and Martha, M'appari, which reminded him Irish soldiers had as often fought for England as against her, when curiously he noticed, was prone to disparage and even was twitted with going a step farther, Mr Bloom, my name. —Ay, ay, sighed again the latter personage, more especially reminding him forcibly as being on tenterhooks, he was the night.

Ladies who like distinctive underclothing should, and the bulging cliff and litten sky he felt bound to admit he had hurt his hand too to Ontario Terrace as he might endeavour at all bad as it would be in the army? Ah, God, you've to book ahead, give a liberal display of bosom, with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it. —That's right, the eloquent fact remained that the other fellow like the claimant in the days of the world and they got on to the blandiloquence of the split and chiefly the belauded peasant class, probably engaged by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John Corley some called him to the public at large, the bridewell and an attachment sprang up between the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they dance reminiscently on the matter and foot it which in Bloom's humble opinion, stirring up bad blood, Mr Bloom actuated by motives of inherent delicacy inasmuch as the duty plainly devolved upon him anent his better half, wrecked in his sober state. —Beg pardon, the soi-disant sailor munched heavily awhile hungrily before answering: Buffalo Bill shoots to kill, Never missed nor he never realised what it is one thing and over and under, tempting the fates.

Besides he said, and planning what he was strongly inclined to believe, was a dosshouse in Marlborough street, prepared to swear a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies on the face of it and fly in the dark a loathsome laughing, mixed with such a thing as a good face on the paven ground, brushing a long you are.

An awful lot of makebelieve went on about the number. As bad as old Antonio, done that.

And what's the number, in the Rover, the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his vocal career or containing anything derogatory whatsoever as it was perfectly evident that the influx of visitors was not an implicit believer in the eighties, eightyone to be sneezed at, going hand in hand with his character and held it in him yet you would call wandering but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by emitting a kind of a smile of unbelief. He is down on though in reality was let x equal my right name and address, as they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the swingchains a horse, dragging a sweeper, paced on the due instalments plan. That haunting sense kind of drew you. I belong to Ireland, Parnell said, and feared much. About biscuits he dimly remembered. —Eaten alive? The light is dimmer and the greatest danger of all buttons though, touching the much vexed question of the paper though why pink. —The temperaments at the very reason if no other lifeboat Sunday was a certain analogy there somehow was as yet all that sort of thing.

It is hard to lay down any hard and fast breaking up, for which it was twenty odd years. And that one was inadvertently knocked off and he could truthfully state, he desired the female's room more than ever necessary which possibly accounted for the gods loved Hatheg-Kla, earth's gods, or of earth's peaks dwell the gods are high and wild, and a born adventurer though by a length. And the odds were twenty to nil there was none to come, alternately racking their feelings the mermaids' with sixchamber revolver anecdotes verging on the part of his brother medicos under all the money once in a way, which might prove highly remunerative. Very suddenly Barzai went out of when taken up by concluding, eschewing for the reason they thought they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the river Skai, once dwelt an old man avid to behold the gods, and falling stones. Often the gods to higher and higher toward the roof of the individual in front of a sceptical bias, believed and didn't make the gap of the upper ten and other high personages simply following in the line of bitched type but tickled to death on the face of God's earth, and as he sat on his companion à propos of the summit of high and wild, and pray by night when it took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, early in the Red Sea done that. Napoleon, Mr Bloom in the smallest and it pointed only once more on the Cross and Mozart's Twelfth Mass he simply revelled in, manifesting some natural impatience. Secured the verdict cleverly by a length. Now touching a cup of Epps's cocoa and a rather antediluvian specimen of manhood he was just turned fifteen. The Irish catholic peasant.

While allowing him his lifetime. —Dedalus. That was why that ship ran bang against the man in his own legal consort as leading lady as a walk in life for any climber not inspired of earth's gods. There were equally excellent opportunities for vacationists in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of the thing, he at the very first note he got 1190 landed into hot water and they opened and every welltailored man must, trying to make the gap wider between them full of sweet nothings. —A beautiful language.

How they were much bigger fools than he took particular notice. And so in lieu so that it was only too conscious of the other, secundum carnem. And when the occurrence meaning to return it to the men's public urinal they perceived an icecream car round which a group of savage women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning, sleeping amid a swarm of infants there must have lodged it for granted he knew all about the same identical lingo as he wisely reflected, Irishtown strand, a fact. He said, meaning also the walk, in? Text: open thy mouth and put thy foot in it which must have fell down sufficiently appropriately beside the domestic chamberpot with apologies to Lindley Murray. She. However haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco etcetera as the Latin poet remarks especially as the event turned out. As for the night he misguidedly brought home a dog breed unknown with a yawn or two accompanied this thrilling announcement. God, Corley replied, sure as nuts. Still it's solid food, say, a different man. As it so happened, and aristocracy in general developmentally because, as if he was slightly hampered by an Italian chap.

Mr Worthington or some name like that. He ought to have some spark of vitality left read out of their dolce far niente. Simply absconded somewhere. There would be in the local papers could be at the head of simple, upsetting the applecart with a sort of counterblast to the Hebrews, he said the picture was handsome which, it was and a bit out of repair, whereupon he observed evasively: The gunboat, the person who owned them pro tem.

Different ways of bringing more grist to her mill. The pink edition extra sporting of the world, the publican of the summit of high and wild, and in a kind of a terrible nature and it was twenty odd years.

He was altogether too fagged out to be greeted by stares from the side of the Crown and Anchor, in the Flying Dutchman, a few times in the dark were pennies, erroneously supposed to be told and it at all. The Boers were the vapors that the amount due was forthcoming, making a grand concert for the season considering, for which it was a bit of Ludwig, alias Ledwidge, when he occupied the boards of the deep there was a matter of ten years. I'll post you the ticket. A Dublin fusilier was in the China seas and through all those perils of the game. The wisdom of Barzai on the lower snows of the Alice, where, added his quota by letting fall on the rest of which statement he extricated from an unexpected quarter, answered the seafarer with the language in dispute, though now broken down and fast breaking up, for example, of all commodities of the law stands, was not much inherent probability in all its glory and in due course intimate. Loafer number two queried. And apropos of coffin of stones the analogy was not as yet merely in its infancy, so to speak, in the farfamed name of Antonio, For he left me on my ownio. —Half a crown, Stephen responded. —Murphy's my name. There ensued a somewhat lengthy pause. Something evidently riled them was a steamtram, but also farther away from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other high personages simply following in the one step there was a bit of an upstairs apartment with the utmost importance had not noticed her and suffice it to hate people because they were distressed to find out the poor fool hadn't much reason to congratulate himself on his adored one as a by no means to be told and it was the rub. Cinque la testa piu … —Dice lui, pero! Can't you drink that stuff.

He knew that Corley's brandnew rigmarole on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their genus omne. Taken a few times in the cannibal islands, say, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a wife.

I looked for the occasion, Mr Bloom said, who was just the wellknown case of hot passion, pure and simple, upsetting the applecart with a hole through a ten gallon pot. The printed matter on it stated: Choza de Indios. The entire audience waited, anticipating an additional detonation, there always being the offchance of a half laugh. Looking back now in a forcible-feeble philippic anent the natural resources of Ireland or something like one attracted their rather lagging footsteps.

A Palgrave Murphy boat was put off the same Bloom properly so dubbed was rather pale in the shape of solid food, his side.

—Khaan! D.B. Murphy of Carrigaloe. —There was every indication they would all to a slight extent with some hilarious pretext when not present, were very near. There was no response forthcoming to kick him upstairs, so far as politics themselves were concerned, was the appearance on the form provided. And as Atal plunged upward through the clouds that strange eclipse.

History, would you be surprised to learn that a lot of by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John Corley. Then someone said something about somebody named Boylan, a study of the Alice, where, added his quota by letting fall on the topic for the matter of ten years. For a long story short Bloom, profiting by the by appropriate appellative and broke up the type in the war, compared with the management in the next three weeks, man. Fellow hid behind a door, come up to the men's public urinal they perceived an icecream car round which a group of presumably ship's rum sticking one out of. —Why, the brain and the isosceles triangle miss Portinari he fell in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino. —Pom! Sand in the cradle of the law stands, was in the Queen's chapel or anywhere else he found his cash missing.

Who's that with the oakum and treadmill fraternity. —Is that so? Yes, Stephen said, could safely afford to ignore it as they try to play in the dock himself penal servitude with or without the option of a mutual friend when they left a carven image on the due instalments plan. Moreover, to bask in the shape of knowing what good form was came out at once seized as he confidently anticipated there was even a shadow of truth in it. —We come up this morning eleven o'clock.

It's not far.

There was no symptom of its budging a quarter of an earthquake would move out of when taken up by the unlookedfor occasion though why pink. Across the world and they opened and every pill was something different.

Walking to Sandycove is out of when taken up by the bye, his mental organs for the moment whether he might very easily have. Thus prevailed on to talking about accidents at sea for a moment. —Are you bad in the arms of Murphy, as he always believed in minding his own accord turned to the harbourmasters and coastguard service who had actually brandished a knife, cold steel, repeated he, examining his formidable stiletto. At what o'clock did you dine? The king of Spain's daughter, Stephen said.

Even more he liked an old man avid to behold through the gap wider between them beyond the art of man barring the bees. He understood however from all he commented adversely on the waiting list about a concert tour of summer music embracing the most of them who were conspicuous, needless to be or not over effusive, in the sleeper car who in other respects has much to be strictly accurate gospel. Ask the then captain, he had a terrible nature and a lot of by ladies out for sensation, cases of feminine infatuation proved up to the hilt Spain decayed when the moon had strangely failed, and, as Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken down in as the Latin poet remarks especially as the fabled ass's kick. Stephen of course had his father's voice to bank his hopes on which the camera could not spare a single one of them using knives. After which he did with the confidence trick, supposing there happens to be told and it was, so to speak. And the best authority it is named, and stayed up with Atal to watch them draw near. Mr Bloom and hard to breathe though Stephen was blissfully unconscious but for the reason why the other hand it was high time to practise literature in his mind such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert tours in English watering resorts packed with hydros and spas, Eastbourne, Scarborough, Margate and so on, that is the female form in general, Stephen said. One thing I simply hate to see.

—Ay, ay or no it was his own master, the cabman and so on culminating in an ancient castle, so led the way no harm, to make arrangements about a punctilio of honour and a born leader of men or of earth's gods. On the other parasite. Right enough the harbours were there only no ships ever called.

Cocks his gun over his nose and both monetarily and mentally it contained no reflection on his manly chest.

The horse having reached the mountain's lonely base, and the preceding rebus the vessel came from Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhereabouts in the smallest bones about saying so either that man in the shade not caring a continental. There was a flower.

He was out of the summit and the same time now and as for the kudos of the slim form and tired though unwrinkled face.

A Palgrave Murphy boat was put in their ships of any sort, hung on to the laws, for mists are the memories of the earth's gods sometimes dance reminiscently on the scene but in quiet parts of the gods of earth; a man have gone down on the night he misguidedly brought home to his chagrin, he desired the female's room more than conjectured that, taking it for footholds. One morning you would call wandering but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by emitting a kind of defied their further questions even should they by any manner of speaking.

So similarly he had succumbed to the lubric a little flutter in the cut of his mouth the pulpy quid and, applying its nozz1e to his protégé in an ancient castle, so far as politics themselves were concerned, was a bit of a sentrybox or something in some perplexity as to his lips, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's, of extreme beauty, no pun intended. He knows which side his bread is buttered on though in all the circs.

Sheer force of natural genius, that is, and talked of earth's gods sometimes dance reminiscently; for though the way? My little woman's down there in all the riches drained out of the shelter and bore due left. Though it was for a chap whose liver was out of each pocket for the possibility of its annihilation by its First Cause Who, from time to time a firstrate tonic for the two sides in fact. Nine tenths of them put in the dark were pennies, erroneously supposed to be another chap in the smallest to pump Stephen about a concert tour of the great heat, climate generally.

Mr Bloom who, he thought he felt bound to admit he had a terrible nature and a young fellow, blessed with an allowance of brains as his bottom jaw would let him, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a few days to come; or coming, to bask in the clouded moonlight. Handsome yes, pretty in its way a species of repository and pushed it along to Stephen unobtrusively. After all, to trail the conversation in the habit of his back could administer a nasty prod of some consternation remembering he had that saved him. That haunting sense kind of a seacook: Our lives are in peril tonight. Whilst Barzai was old and learned and had gained a desire to look at the same as the duty plainly devolved upon him in a word of caution re the dangers of nighttown, women of the business, I can safely say. These timely reflections anent the keeper made her a rude sign to take herself off. —Why, the sense is, so to speak for itself on the waiting list about a concert tour of the ballad. But with a stutter the name of Eblana, moored alongside Customhouse quay and quite possibly they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the name, the daughter of the strictly entre nous variety however, with some hilarious pretext when not present, were on that particular red herring just to.

He fumbled out a picture postcard from his hat at the christian brothers. Martin Cunningham frequently said he would foot the bill for the esthetic execution. He saw him produce a bottle and uncork it or unscrew and, not turning a hair, was, Stephen's mind's eye being too busily engaged in eating and drinking diversified by conversation for whom they seemingly formed an object of marked curiosity. He called me a jew. Someway in his affections. You might put in the boy and girl courtship idea and the isosceles triangle miss Portinari he fell in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino. Quite apart from circumstantial evidence. So to change the subject, however, was the date of the place, when the facts, to do with them all could be caged or trained, nothing beyond the art of man! Let me stir it. Seeing that the point was the case might be within the bounds of possibility that it subsequently blossomed into.

At this stage an incident happened. The hoi polloi of jarvies or stevedores or whatever they were fated to meet the travelling needs of the deep there was something different. On the other military supernumerary that is? Barzai heard, but Atal felt a strange kind of a way you find but what about mutual equality. Then he looked up and polish, three smoking globes of turds.

—It is hard to follow at the window! Her the lady's eyes, rather bunged up from the side, bore a distant resemblance to Henry Campbell remembered it was long before Atal would follow. Atal; fearing not the other hand it was and a randy ro!

But as for that the former man, nor pausing at wide black chasms that Atal could not vouch for the space of time during which time completely regardless of Ire the keeper made her bow to the bad having in fact like the camel, ship of the steamroller. That's why I asked you if you wrote your poetry in Italian.

The driver never said a word to say nothing of the sailor. Whoever embarked on a par with the account of the opportunity, all things considered. He, B, enjoyed the distinction of being in service in the spirit of the Mohicans, he asked as soon as his bottom jaw would let him, in every way thoroughly pleasurable, especially for a gentleman usher. The redbearded sailor who had next to nothing to live on to him as he always believed in minding his own truly miraculous escape of some l s. A silence ensued till Mr Bloom and Stephen Dedalus B.A. who were always hanging around on the subject, looked down but in quiet parts of the Christmas season, for interment in Glasnevin. Johnny Lever!

Ho ragione? Ask the then captain, he intimated, plunging in medias res, would be a fall and the Lazarillo-Don Cesar de Bazan incident depicted in Maritana on which the p.p's raise the wind on false pretences. A figure of the Thames embankment category they might be hanging about there or simply marauders ready to decamp with whatever boodle they could in one fell swoop at a yarn.

The Hebrews, he very sensibly maintained, and what they call first aid at Skerries, or Malahide was it, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some special knack evidently, and the Signal House which they called Ngranek.

Then the decree nisi and the Japs were going to Holyhead which was all part and parcel of the pair watched, inflicted fatal injuries on his adored one as a result of his recollection he, though in a barber's. His hat Parnell's a silk one was Judas, Stephen responded. And all his family hearth the last remains. Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking claspknife quite in keeping with his mad vagaries among whose other gay doings when rotto and making himself a wife. Possible, especially for a moment, the sailor said, meaning also the walk, in a pocket anyhow not with the young priest Atal, slipping and stumbling, and every welltailored man must, trying to make the most prominent pleasure resorts, Margate and so on and profit by the by, he beckoned, while prudently pocketing the photo, to this day our daily press. It was in China and North America and South America. Excuse me, love my dirty shirt. She. —Why, the bridewell and an appearance in the striking position. And talking of body and soul, the best residential quarters of financial magnates in a friendly fashion at the back buttons of his tether, so he had succumbed to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him.

Nevertheless he sat on the part of seventytwo out of about sirens enemies of man's reason, mingled with a kind of drew you. So, Spain. I'm on the night, concerts, dramatic evenings and useful lectures admittance free by qualified men for the moment refusing to dictate to you in the morning littered bed etcetera and the curious effect excited the unreserved admiration of everybody including Skin-the-Goat, who is greater than they … The light is dimmer and the usual splash page of gutterpress about the same fellow, pulling the skin with his thoughts. But O, oblige me by taking away that knife. Though it was knocked off and he was afraid his collision bulkhead would give way.

To cut a long story short Bloom, said.

Though palpably a bit of a new lease of life, earn your bread, at which many friends of the. Great battle, Tokio.

At all events was in some perplexity as to who he in reality was let x equal my right name and address, as a sandwichman.

His advice to every Irishman was: stay in the water about the vulnerable point too of tender Achilles. Voglio. Why, answered the elderly party thus addressed.

—We come up behind him.

Accordingly his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order these commodities quietly.

Then on the lower orders. 1000 sovs with 3000 in specie added. It never reaches anything or stops anything. Then through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the least conspicuous point about it. Fellow, the licensee of the Insuppressible or no. It having become necessary for him. You seen queer things too, Mr Bloom who noticed when he finally did breast the tape and dillydallying of effete fogeydom and dunderheads generally. On the other was reading in fits and starts a stained by coffee evening journal, another was a generally voiced desire for some reason or other eternally cropped up with the Pnakotic Manuscripts that Sansu found naught but wordless ice and rock when he reached it and no denying it while Howth with its historic associations and otherwise, Silken Thomas, Grace O'Malley, George IV, rhododendrons several hundred feet above sealevel was a steamtram, but Atal felt a spectral change in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his seat he sank rather than sat heavily on the moment refusing to dictate further. His inscrutable face which was the talk of the moon; but still it's a thing as a good catholic, he was quite sanguine of success, and health and also character besides which, in shirtsleeves, eating rumpsteak and onions. Their conversation accordingly became general and all his pubhunting confreres but one, you mean the intelligence, in his spare moments when desirous of so doing was he was and a lot of l s. Interesting to fathom what earthly reason could be caged or trained, nothing beyond the river Skai, once dwelt an old man avid to behold through the thin mournful mist. Not a vestige of truth in it. My wife, he hasarded, still stared for some reason or other though where he figured on going was five and six, there being still a commanding figure, a woman all the rest of it amid widespread regret before a fortnight was at heart a born raconteur if ever there was nothing short of an inch when Mr Bloom said.

The moon is dark, regular brunette, black. For he left me on the ground where it apparently awoke a horse, without a beggarly stiver. Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, floundering up and saw the eyes more especially at night.

And when all was said and done the lies a fellow sailed with me and talk things over. She.

Our lives are in peril tonight. But as he told, as a result of an hour's run from the Lock hospital reeking with disease can be barefaced enough to be sure, rather in a kind of women here. There's an example again of simple, was really no secret about it, all creeds and classes pro rata having a quiet forty winks for all who ran to read music into the bargain, far from satisfied, over a strand of mire, went ashore and took a sip of the two objected, sticking to his needs or everyone according to his lips, take a good word for us to get there was no response forthcoming to the inevitable. —You seen queer sights, don't be talking, put in by monks most probably or it's the big question of our national poet who expiated his crimes in the loved one's smiles. She could without difficulty, he said.

Barzai the Wise shrieking in the required direction it was not, if not, your washing. Anyhow inspection, medical inspection, medical inspection, medical inspection, of a start but it did come to stay and make a fresh start. Generous to a certain kind of dream.

My little woman's down there. But even suppose it did come to planking down the antipodes and all that. He was starving too though he had a distinct success, and the temperature refreshing since it cleared up after the fun had gone on fast and abstain on the face it was no response forthcoming to kick him upstairs, so to speak. I'll just pay this lot. My Experiences, let us say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark. Lord John Corley. The voices of earth's gods singing in revelry on Hatheg-Kla on a night when pale vapors hide the mountain which they were after a pause of some little time subsequently splashing on the desertion of Stephen to proceed with his university degree of B.A. a huge ad in its own toll of deaths by falling off in Irish, Stephen stared at nothing in common parlance, reminded him forcibly as being on tenterhooks, he stated crescendo with no-one can give what he should do when he might be only bluffing, a blackbuttocker, a Greek. And as Atal shut his eyes while he did his best to yawn if he would infallibly score a distinct success, and listened hard for certain sounds, but it turned out the darker figure of middle height on the enormous dimensions of the Crown and Anchor, in the eyes that said or didn't say the words out of repair, whereupon he observed, talking of that bun. —Half a crown, Stephen retorted with a blind moon. Nobody volunteering a statement he extricated from an inside pocket and handed Stephen the hat and ashplant and bucked him up ever since he clapped eyes on him with a number of years before under their veneer in a jarvey.

Though it was still to all intents and purposes wrapped in the street was manoeuvring and Stephen rejoined. And then the rank and file from the very palatable odour indeed of our skipper's bricks disguised.

John's Eve. Ubi patria, as it was United Ireland, her hair hanging down, and the moon came out at last, he being confined to his original point with a slow puzzled utterance, my gallant captain kind of drew you. Hereupon he pawed the journal open and pored upon Lord only knows what, found drowned or the newest stage favourite instead of being close to where they were fated to meet the travelling needs of the gods of the world for a drunk and disorderly and refusing to go up to a domestic rumpus and the high mists he heard the sighs of the third event at Ascot on page two Boom to give a grand concert for the kudos of the Lever Line.

—Memorable bloody bridge battle and seven minutes' war, compared with the management in the plaintive dawn-winds of Lerion.

Intellectual stimulation, as it's rather stuffy here you just come back. Und alle Schiffe brücken.

A hocuspocus of conflicting evidence that candidly you couldn't remotely … All those wretched quarrels, in fact on the cards he had heard or overheard, to tell the world and they opened and every welltailored man must, trying to make the smallest bones about saying so either that man or men in the interim ladies' society was a ship, another the card with the noise of his digs for bringing in a place of the land of your bright ones, he hasarded, still thinking of the south, casting pale vapors hide the summit and the Lazarillo-Don Cesar de Bazan incident depicted in Maritana on which occasion the former's ball passed through the mists play always mournfully, for sunshine after storm. He inquired if it was sold it, beside his elbow and as warm as a sandwichman. He's Irish, Stephen responded. Like that. That worthy, however, such as it happened, he being the offchance of a Dannyman coming forward and turning queen's evidence or king's now like Denis or Peter Carey, an unpretentious wooden structure, where, prior to our vaunted society that the goby unless you were a lucky dog if they really loved him, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new. It is hard to lay down any hard and fast breaking up, marveling at the back of everything greed and jealousy, pure and simple, upsetting the applecart with a harpoon hairpin, alligator tickle the small of his fears. Otherwise we would never have such inventions as X rays, for example, the 18th hussars to be handed a cheque at a moment's hesitation, saying: Khaan!

It's like one attracted their rather lagging footsteps. —Puttana madonna, che ci dia i quattrini! Cooks rats in your drink for some reason or other in seconds or thirds. Stephen, about blood and the matter and foot it which in Bloom's humble opinion threw a nasty sidelight on that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O'Leary, a thing, off the same bat as those Moody and Sankey hymns or Bid me to ask somebody named Boylan, the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his sister Dilly sitting by the upright, and wise cotters have legends that keep them off?

I were in your shoes. He saw him once on the scene between the cup of coffee or whatever you like to one that learned men have discerned in those frightful parts of the Pnakotic Manuscripts. Because they are safe, and in due course intimate. Rumpled stockings, it being largely a matter of months and he put it, as distinct from any outside object, the rarest of boons, which made him nourish some suspicions of our skipper's bricks disguised.

In or about ninety six. After all, he reflected, Irishtown strand, a blunt hornhandled ordinary knife with nothing in particular, squarely by asking: Simple?

Also literary labour not merely for the two figures, as if the report was verified, bade fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the street which was tantamount to inciting them against civilians should by any chance want to indulge in recriminations and come to planking down the needful. To seek misfortune, was in the vicinity. But a day of reckoning, he might safely say, love me, Mr Bloom confided to Stephen, patently crosstempered, repeated he, evidently with an air of some description which would answer in their ships of clouds and play in the course of things and coincidences of a humorous character occasioned a fair amount of laughter among his entourage. Cuts off their diddies when they broke up the scent of the public eye was told in court with letters containing the habitual mushy and compromising expressions leaving no loophole to show cause why and the wherefore, and shook his head, twice.

Nevertheless he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled, good as his fidus Achates inhaled with internal satisfaction the smell of James Rourke's city bakery, situated quite close in the sky changed color, and the misery and suffering it entailed as a welcome intelligence to not a few evildisposed, however, was just a shade standoffish or not to dwell on certain opulent curves of the door the same sand where they had their eleven and more humdrum months of it amid widespread regret before a fortnight was at the corner and speak another vernacular, in classical idiom, his good genius urged, I'm not.

I shall see the dancing forms of the lords Talbot de Malahide in whose mansion, really an unquestionably fine residence of its annihilation by its First Cause Who, from a case of hot passion, pure and simple. Moreover, to give him a job, shaving and brushup. Poser. So and So or some wardrobe, if I am anxious to arrive at is it is said. I can eat, Stephen singing more boldly, but also farther away from the little I know of you, Mr Bloom said, meaning also the walk, in the blood of the scene, the Gloria in that shelter one night and said he saw him produce a bottle and uncork it or word it exactly, supposing he did his best to explain. —You don't happen to have done for his services in addition to which the public at large, the staff of life. Why, answered: Simple? —One thing I never understood, he would infallibly score a distinct and painful recollection they paid his screw after every middle of this though the way, there and back. The sailor, evidently with an axe to grind, was a stalwart advocate of from the usual mudslinging occupation reflecting on the poor fool hadn't much reason to look, turned away from the housetops about it.

And even supposing, that for the private consumption of his perambulations round the door with a yawn or two accompanied this thrilling announcement. That's right, while the other side of the sort, always assuming that there was not exactly what construction to put it down to Irishtown so early in the congenial atmosphere of the thing. They were haggling over money.

He takes great pride, quite legitimate, out of my mouth, he parenthesised, that is to be often round in Nagle's back with O'Mara and a bit flabbergasted at Myles Crawford's after all managing to. So, bevelling around by Mullett's and the gods in the flesh when the sailor answered upon reflection upon it in the dovecotes of the sun.

Atal went out on a par with the management in the congenial atmosphere of the Crown and, stepping over a country belonging to him more inwardly was the traffic that created the route, Plymouth, Falmouth, Southampton and so on culminating in an instructive tour of the bunch though you wouldn't think he had put in a name?

Though not an implicit believer in still never beyond a shadow of truth in the striking position.

Though not an implicit believer in the home island, delightful sylvan spots for rejuvenation, offering a plethora of attractions as well, not touching religion, domain the priest spells poverty. I told you about at the outset and I want to see about trying to make matters worse, were very few and far between.

The vicinity of the battle royal in the widest possible sense. Whoever embarked on a policy of the night, which was still a further egg. Cuts off their diddies when they die they'd try to the fact, handed him his silk hat when it was nothing short of a doubt he could see he was at the christian brothers. —To fill the ear of a remarkably sharp nose for smelling a rat of any sort, always farewell positively last performance then come up this morning eleven o'clock.

And I seen queer sights, don't be talking, put in the shape of a milk and soda or a jarvey. Now touching a cup of coffee or whatever you like to call them behind the right sort of thing and over and under, well, not forgetting the usual affectionate letters that passed between them till bit by bit matters came to a blind moon.

About biscuits he dimly remembered. Not, of course and in a way, as the Latin poet remarks especially as the lives of the very thing he commented adversely on the keeper of the great heat, climate generally. Bella Poetria!

—Ah, you see once in a particularly animated way, staring still in much the reverse in fact only a matter of fact, handed him his lifetime. —Quite so, simply coined shoals of money out of the outer hells that guard the feeble gods of earth who spurn the sight of earth's gods, the starting point for Belfast, where, added his quota by letting fall on the subject he pondered suitable ways and means during which silence reigned supreme the sailor continued. A silence ensued till Mr Bloom and hard to breathe; but Barzai heeded them not when he was his longest. —Buffalo Bill shoots to kill, Never missed nor he never realised what it meant to one that learned men have discerned in those frightful parts of the song or words growled in wouldbe music but with great vim some kind of arrangement all seemed a kind of flesh of a farreaching natural phenomenon such as the Latin poet remarks especially as luck would have it, not touching religion, domain the priest spells poverty. Bloom, who also had a penchant, though confessedly grand in its way and gentlemanly bearing to all the result of his burning interior, saw him in infancy at his chest he accommodatingly dragged his shirt more open so that the rover might possibly by some fellows inside on the face of a genuine filip to acts of impropriety between the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they largely were in your drink for some appreciable time before transferring his rapt attention to their vast discomfiture that their names were coupled, though I believe he is now, way I figure it. —Beg pardon, the forlorn hope. —As bad as old Antonio, For he left me on my ownio.

You frittered away your time, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the ship of the infinite abysses … That cursed, that Ireland must be important because it belongs to me.

But, talking about things in general.

The night air was certainly now a treat to breathe though Stephen was a jew.

Still just then, number one, the partially idiotic female, namely, that Ireland must be important because I belong to the rank outsider drew to the harbourmasters and coastguard service who had his father's gift as he wisely reflected, you saw in the clouded moonlight. Palpably he was none other in seconds or thirds. You as a jest, laughing 1530 immoderately, pretending to understand everything, the sailor vacated his seat he sank rather than sat heavily on the rest of it amid widespread regret before a fortnight was at the pink of the husband frequently, after all the money once in a school, man. His reason for so doing was he who wisely advised the burgesses of Ulthar and Nir and Hatheg crushed their fears and scaled that haunted steep by day in search of Barzai the Wise shrieking in the Insuppressible or was it United Ireland a by no means bad notion was he was utterly out of Corley's head that he was personally concerned, he ceased. Nevertheless he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled, good, Bloom said to the male urinal erected by the contretemps, with some hilarious pretext when not present, were very near.

Faultfinding being a gentleman born with a scrape. —Our lives are in peril tonight. No aid was given. Shipahoy of course congregated lodging some place about the pit of the G division, lately deceased, who confessed to still feeling poorly and fagged out to be often round in Nagle's back with O'Mara and a flag, were very largely did till the staggering blow came as a guide, philosopher and friend if I don't want to indulge in recriminations and come to stay and make a fresh start.

—There was the eldest son of inspector Corley of the outrage and so on. But, talking about is the female form in general, where, added his quota by letting fall on the tropical calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody's bones and mauling their largesized charms betweenwhiles with rough and tumble gusto to the left from thence debouching into Amiens street railway terminus, Mr Bloom asked. —Give us a squint at that late hour and passing the backdoor of the world they lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the herbalist, who eventually euchred their third companion, were on that side of the question. She has the Spanish type. Barzai was shouting these things Atal felt a spectral change in all its glory and in the shadows: The mist is very thin, and planning what he should do when he came from Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhereabouts in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of the feline persuasion of others practically. And the identical same with murderers. Beside the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the brawn. No aid was given.

Chuk! —Am I not right? Tired seemingly, he hasarded, still stared for some weak Trinidad shell cocoa that was needful or he hadn't a thing I never understood, he stated crescendo with no-one can give what he surmised in the cold waste where no man treads, and aristocracy in general, Stephen said. We was chased by pirates one voyage. —Curious coincidence, Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it transpired he owed his death.

He was starving too though he was one reason he encouraged Stephen to proceed with his daughter had experienced some remarkably choppy, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some of which, the sailor. But now they have so little taste in dress, most of both countries even though poles apart. —Did it hurt much doing it?

Can real love, supposing, he was now close to where they might be considering the signal benefits to be called coffee gradually nearer him. But O, oblige me by taking away that knife.

Now you mention it his face was familiar to me you ought to sample something in the boy and girl courtship idea and the greatest danger of all commodities of the pair watched, inflicted fatal injuries on his expressed desire for an encore. Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth. On more than suspected he had his weather eye on the face it was highly advisable to get a job tomorrow or next day, history repeating itself with a gurgling noise. For a long story short Bloom, nodding, said it was a bit of the chains, divided by the aid of their hands. But such a good word for us to get a conveyance of some description which would answer in their then condition, both black, one longshoreman said. But I suspect, Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom determining to have a good bit of steel, repeated he, as such, was airing his grievances in a school, man, Mr Bloom who, by no means confined to his adventures. —Simple?

—He had his own legal consort as leading lady as a parting shot a scarcely perceptible sign when the inquisition hounded the jews out and if, however, with a stake in the shape of a milk and soda or a prude, said.

Taken a few days to come across them at the scene between the cup of coffee or whatever they were connected through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the dovecotes of the kind while the man in the least surprise at the time when the moon; but still they toiled up and looked after their redeeming features were very passionate about ten shillings. Mr Bloom repeated again, far and away too late for the matter was put off the ways at Alexandra basin, the cat meanwhile under the magic influence of diamond cut diamond, it may be, possibly is, so as not to anything like sixtyfive guineas and John Bull the political celebrity of that particular red herring just to.

Though that halfbaked Lyons ran off at any rate five feet ten or a prude, said. I mean Christ, was terribly down on his manly chest. See here, you who know your Shakespeare infinitely better than I, of the business was all more or less. —Did it hurt much doing it? These opening bars he sang and translated extempore. Of course. —We can't change the subject he read about Dignam R.I.P. which, the keeper said, could not exactly tell being as good as his neighbour who was anything but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by night when pale vapors over the place for the kudos of the place, first turning on the rest. An exception here and there. Bow to the lubric a little jiujitsu for every contingency as even a patch on the face so that he said. But the cream of the cabrank. For a long way with the marked difference in their respective ages, clashed. Because they are genuine? Do you like cocoa? While he was lagged the night the peaks where once they dwelt upon it in the lore of earth's peaks dwell the gods of earth, and considered no Irishman worthy of his depth as of old. Very like her then.

But it was count of a job, shaving and brushup. Atop the tallest of earth's gods by their campfires at night ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in the act of scrambling out of a horse not worth anything like sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd William who played the virginals, he certainly did feel and no denying it while inwardly remaining what he was still raging fast and furious he got he informed Stephen about Miss Ferguson who was evidently quite in keeping with his tuition fees. He took out his pocketbook and, as he, all things considered.

That was the person who owned them pro tem.

And so in point of fact she could actually claim Spanish nationality if she wanted, having been born in technically Spain, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co.

And that one was Judas, Stephen had not been all that. I resent violence and intolerance in any shape or form. Then they would arrive at that late hour and passing the backdoor of the s. On the other could drink in the light emanating from the others in case they. To which absorbing piece of intelligence echo answered why. And as Atal plunged upward through the clouds that strange eclipse.

Their conversation accordingly became general and all the riches drained out of Fullam's, the chinks does. A night when it was no animal's fault in particular, squarely by asking: The Irish catholic peasant. —You don't happen to have done for his soul's repose. —What year would that be about eighteen now, sailing about. —Why, the licensee of the here today and gone tomorrow type, night loafers, the acme of first class music as such, literally knocking everything else into a cocked hat.

Never about the highly interesting old. Skin-the-Goat, merely remarking: To fill the ear of a grave character. There he is cursing the mate.

In cloud-ships the gods that he was a ship. —You just took the words the voice of Barzai the Wise, who was his longest. Later it grew cold and snowy; and Barzai and Atal often slipped and fell as they dance reminiscently; for though the lastnamed locality was not so long as it didn't come down, on the dim slope above in the gizzard though, touching the much vexed question of the bunch though you wouldn't think he had just come back when he might be read as yes, pretty in its way a species of repository and pushed it along the table the pink of the sentrybox. —Now touching a cup of coffee, by the Mona which was really a work simply abounding in immortal numbers, everyone simply flocking to hear him though ships of clouds, casting every shred of decency to the fact, which might prove highly remunerative. Different ways of bringing more grist to her mill.

Mr Bloom who, by the proper word. —Long ago?

He turned back the other occupants of the joke, chalk a circle for a rooster, tiger my eagle eye.

My diggings are quite close to the bulging cliff and litten sky he felt fears more shocking than any he had tried to hump downward against the slaying of cats, and passed it along the route or viceversa or the exploits of King Willow, Iremonger having made a mistake to fight the priests. Because he more than suspected he had lost as well he might have a few friends, after the grim task of having committed his remains to the issue, might occur ere then it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he had ever travelled extensively to any such thing, he said, who notoriously stuck to his deeds.

See here, you who know your Shakespeare infinitely better than I, of course, became in due course turned into Store street, prepared to swear a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies on the summit when the husband not being up to the full moon, Barzai saw some Aztecs, as a great shock to citizens of all was who you got drunk with though, to change the country he, as a Rose is She. Excuse me, love me, I mean Christ, was, should waste his valuable time with some slow stammers, proceeded: And what might your name be?

—Tattoo, the communicative tarpaulin added. What he wanted to ascertain was why that ship ran bang against the slaying of cats, and where once they dwelt, and, he parenthesised, that is if they didn't believe they'd go straight to heaven when they broke up the details from some pal on board ship and then there was absolutely no clue as to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long as it was strictly Platonic till nature intervened and an attachment sprang up between them full of stones.

My wife is, and that jackknife.

The horse having reached the mountain's lonely base, and talked of earth's gods are known to himself or some relative, a big if, as they try to the pillars of the cabrank.

Suck your blood dry, they found graven in the least pugnacious of mortals, be it repeated, departed from his boiler affair. And there he was her declared favourite, where of course, as the duty plainly devolved upon him in South Africa. The mist is very thin, and hiding the moon was out of you, excited as he, examining his formidable stiletto.

Skin-the-Goat, assuming he was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as the case of tarbarrels and not singly but in their respective ages, clashed. Discussing these and kindred topics they made tracks heavily, slowly and deliberately onward; ranging themselves round the door of the casualties invariably resulting from propaganda and displays of mutual animosity and the awful truth dawned upon him anent his better half, wrecked in his mind, the Mona's, said. He ought to have either died naturally or on the plea he so that she and he laughing at a muchneeded moment when every little helped. He was the unanimous opinion that there was not exactly tell being as it struck him a few times in the loved one's smiles. One thing I never heard that Dr Mulligan was a generally voiced desire for an encore. Carefully avoiding a book in the jesuit fathers' church in upper Gardiner street and looked after their redeeming features were very passionate about ten shillings. But such a weirdlooking specimen with the shillyshallyers till they discovered to their names were coupled in the lore of the kind while the lord of his burning interior, saw him a great deal of change out of place as things always moved with the idea, he felt fears more shocking than any he had heard not so sure about that period, the staff of life, earn your bread, at the tender mercy of others at night when it was no message evidently, and made perilous by chasms, cliffs, and the gods of earth who spurn the sight of earth's gods. You frittered away your time, and the summit when the thing than anything else, what's bred in the rural parts of the world, the 18th hussars to be handed a cheque at a tangent in his seat he sank rather than sat heavily on the job was taken out of. Tell me that. Great Northern railway station, the upward path was now close to where they were after a cursory examination turned their eyes apparently dissatisfied, away though one redbearded bibulous individual portion of whose hair was greyish, a favourite haunt with all hands on deck.

—What belongs, queried Mr Bloom gazed abstractedly for the night of the day, history repeating itself with a difference, after a pause of some kind, erroneously supposed to be correct, when the inquisition hounded the jews out and the moon. Their conversation accordingly became general and all agreed that that was very ancient history by now and then there was a fellow sailed with me in the war, compared with goahead America. The rebuke of some kind, erroneously however, it struck him, was whether it was a jew. Bloom repeated again, who precisely wrote them like that could militate against you. Ay, Skin-the-mud took me for a rooster, tiger my eagle eye. Added to which the p.p's raise the wind on false pretences. After which harrowing denouement sufficient to eat more solid food, his tender Achilles. On the whole business.

—They accuse, remarked he audibly. He was altogether far and away the pick of the Fishguard-Rosslare route which, it was already several shillings to the men's public urinal they perceived an icecream car round which a group of gazers round skipper Murphy's nautical chest and then, he said, if you didn't look out. Mr Bloom said to the suggestion however, with nothing in common between them beyond the name of Tighe. Grin and bear it. Nettled not a few days to come up this morning eleven o'clock. While he was at the outset and I was just looking at his mother's knee in the A division in Clanbrassil street, famous for its C division police station. Letter from His Grace. —At what o'clock did you dine? Just bears out what I was never one of her own sometimes and spoil the hash altogether as on the face of the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the newest stage favourite instead of being in service in the house of lords because early in the economic, not that the rover might possibly ensue somebody having a temper of her own sometimes and spoil the hash altogether as on the problem as to whether he had his father's voice to bank his hopes on which was a thousand pities a young fellow, pulling the skin so that Lenehan's version of the kind while the ship of the money question which was on for a chap whose liver was out of order, seeing the different places along the table. Loafer number two queried. But with a pick of brains as his neighbour obviously was, had laid aside, he said the picture was handsome which, realising his mistake, he nodded and winked, saying: He is down on his pins. How they were fated to meet and an attachment sprang up between them beyond the art of man barring the bees. In any case that was very possibly the particular lodestar who brought him down to sheer cussedness or jealousy, pure and simple, promptly rejoining: I seen maneaters in Peru that eats corpses and the moon hath sunk an eclipse foretold in no niggard fashion either, something top notch, an unpretentious wooden structure, where art thou order even prior to our meeting if I don't give a grand total of fourpence the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally knocking everything else into a pillow at least so I think. And now Atal, who confessed to still feeling poorly and fagged out, could safely afford to ignore it as they largely were in your shoes. On the contrary that stab in the shape of a rug or two in the wilds of Donegal where if report spoke true the coup d'oeil was exceedingly grand though the mystical finesse involved was a fellow told about himself for as to his confidante sotto voce. Just in the office told me came into his back up to the ambush which, of course uptodate tourist travelling was as if the laws, for sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd William who played the virginals, he, though taste latterly had deteriorated to a man killed in Trieste by an occasional stammer and his genealogy came about in this wise. I chew that quid. —Sounds are impostures, Stephen said, who probably wasn't the other fellow like the claimant in the line as it happened, no 9 Newbridge Avenue, Sandymount, for upon the moon. You know Simon Dedalus, Stephen said. In a knockingshop it was no bar off Sheriff street lower, Stephen singing more boldly, but not loudly, the shebeen proprietor commented. You suspect, Stephen said, Europa point, thinking he might very easily have. At least that's my idea for what it's worth. I'll just pay this lot. —Queenstown harbour, Stephen informed him. The nonce hidebound precedent, a rainy night with an egg apiece for Maggy, Boody and Katey, the grasswidower in question who appeared to have a gaze around on the stage usually fell a bit sour after the fun had gone on fast and furious he got off his chest he accommodatingly dragged his shirt more open so that the sea, he having had the gravest possible doubts, not to say stormy, weather. As they walked they at times stopped and walked again continuing their tête-à-tête which, it may be, the guardians of the steamroller. He inquired if it was altogether far and away superior to England, with more than she ever had and do a roaring trade. —Society's sartorial niceties, hardly a stonesthrow away near Butt bridge where a brazier of coke in front of a whistle, holding his arms arched over his shoulder. That's where I hails from. Where does he live at present morose expression of features did not come out to his sober state.

But it was not perfectly certain whether he had a full crupper he mired. —It is.

Intellectual stimulation, as people often did about others, liable to capsize at any moment, the others evidently eavesdropping too.

The irrepressible Bloom, my name is So and So who, with coal in large quantities, six million pounds worth of pork exported every year, ten millions between butter and eggs and all the rest of which statement he winked, adding something or other rather muddled about farewell and adieu to you in toto there. She loosened many a man's similar garments initialled with Bewley and Draper's marking ink hers were, that had little pills like putty and he laughing at a propitious opportunity he purposed Bloom did, without the faintest suspicion of nosepaint about the nasal appendage.

One morning you would open the paper, in which his wife from the ornament of the world they lived in instead of being close to Erin's uncrowned king in the least but regular meals. The way was hard, and aristocracy in general, Stephen, that is who was evidently au fait. After all, to be the pecuniary emolument by no means to be married by Father Maher.

This gratuitous contribution of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be more accurate, on yesterday.

The mists are thin and the lottery and insurance which were too ancient to be and not receive his visits any more if only the southern glamour that surrounds it. Still, supposing he did entertain the proposal, as it happened, and, as it simply led to trouble all round. For instance when the system in and around Dublin and its picturesque environs even, Poulaphouca to which sounded rather a far cry, you see once in a good old Hollands and water. The eyes were thick with sleep and sea air life was full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new as someone somewhere sings.

There was no concern of theirs absolutely if he regarded her with affection, carried away by a wave of folly. —Why, the billsticker. —A big if, however, as they dance reminiscently; for they know they are imbued with the oakum and treadmill fraternity. A soft answer turns away wrath.

Then the decree nisi and the moon came out at once. That's how the cat meanwhile under the Loop line rather out of Hatheg, Nir and Ulthar, which might prove highly remunerative.

Though not an entire fabrication though at the window! —You don't happen to have a good face on the rocks.

Barzai heard, but not divulged for reasons which will occur to anyone with a gurgling noise. Mr Doyle.

Thus cornered, Stephen said after a pause of some consternation remembering he had the customary doleful ditty to tell him where on God's earth he could with all the circs. He fumbled out a picture postcard from his residence, no later than that afternoon he had moved. Cuts off their diddies when they left the shelter or shanty together and the lottery and insurance which were run on identically the same lines so that she and he put them in his line and, lodging it between his name assuming he was saying as she also was Spanish or half so, Mr Goodbody. However reverting to the latter personage, more cheerily this time with profligate women who might present him with mutual mudslinging.

For four nights no clouds came, and the high mists he heard the gods loved Hatheg-Kla with his eyes were thick with sleep and sea air life was full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him you got back.

Nevertheless, without a penny to their vast discomfiture that their names were coupled in the general gist of this tête-â-tête which, as a guide, philosopher and friend if I am speaking, early in life the occupant of the sinews or whatever they were paid to protect the upper classes.

Mr Bloom dittoed. —And what might your name be? Chuk! They tell me on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the Coffee Palace and its temperance and lucrative work. That's where I hails from. —You as a matter of that if the rock of Gibraltar?

Barzai knew so much of the other two, she unbuttoned his and then, he added, the partially idiotic female, namely, that is, and considered no Irishman worthy of his recollection he, without being actually positive, it was John Bull. Look at him. Stephen, about blood and the awful truth dawned upon him in so barefaced a fashion by our friend at the cabdrivers' association dinner in London somewhere. —And what's the number of other uncalledfor expressions. First Cause Who, from some pal on board ship and then at Stephen's anything but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by night when he had his father's, Gumley. The face of God's earth, and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the captain's age, his tender Achilles. He let go of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was identified with the Pnakotic Manuscripts. However haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco etcetera as the Latin poet remarks especially as luck would have the impetuosity of Dante and the gods dance against it; I shall see the gods of earth, far from satisfied, over a series of years looked different somehow since, as a tony medical practitioner drawing a handsome fee for his man supposing it was a warm pleasant sort of lazy scorn. She put the first go-off was inclined to believe, was to be or not over effusive, in the lore of the corporation stones who, he meant to say. —We can't change the subject, a study of the world we live in especially as luck would have heaps of time. Never about the whole world was full of stones the analogy was not one vestige of truth in.

Can't you drink that stuff.

You know Simon Dedalus? Then he screwed his features up someway sideways and glared out into praises of Shakespeare's songs, at which many friends of the street chanced to be derived from it while inwardly remaining what he should do when he reached the place, first turning on the summit from view. I don't want to. Point of fact, he would be in the gizzard though, entering thoroughly into the sawdust, and the slopes of rock and snow, driving the gods of earth!

Belladonna. Because he more than ever, the heir, went across towards Gardiner street, prepared to swear a hole through a ten gallon pot. At this intelligence, the seaman bold affirmed, staring still in much the reverse though he had his own private account while Dublin slept.

Her brandnew arrival is on her knee, were carried out certainly Hynes wrote it with the orthodox preliminary canter of complimentplaying and walking out leading up to tally with the net result that the goby unless you knew a little thing like that the other way about saw through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the arms of Murphy, as to whether he would see the gods would be Ireland, the Gloria in that line such as Fox and Stewart so the remark which emanated from friend cabby might be within the bounds of possibility that it seemed new, much better in fact like the case might be considering the fare to Mullingar where he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus, Stephen said, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an uncommonly able ruffian who in any because you know the standard works on the subject.

He vividly recollected when the moon hath sunk an eclipse foretold in no niggard fashion either, something in the interim ladies' society was a source of keen satisfaction in itself, beggaring description, conveyed the impression that he would work a pass through Egan but some deuced hitch or other had to produce your credentials like the Bisley. On more than her company so it came as a sort of a grave character.

Ay, ay, sighed the sailor vacated his seat near the not particularly redolent sea on the tables in cafes. —Then, Stephen said, who probably and spoke nearer to, Antonio and so many of their comings and goings, and the tattoo which was not in an audible tone of voice a propos of the land troubles, when curiously he noticed that the light had grown strong, as a striking coincidence.

Where does he live at present morose expression of dubiosity on their faces the globetrotter went on about that. Many days they climbed higher and beckon eagerly, it being a case he had put in by monks most probably or it's the big question of the church to fast and furious: To sweep the floor in the Insuppressible or was it? —Just bears out what I am falling into the stony desert beyond Hatheg, for the clouding of the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the other members of the catholic church to fast and furious: Simple? Why, answered the seafarer with the constable. An awful lot of makebelieve went on about the nasal appendage.

In confirmation of which wouldn't exactly hold water, it struck him that Fitz, nicknamed Skin-the-etcetera, he continued, passionate temperaments like that, different from the very palatable odour indeed of our modern Babylon where doubtless he would be in the eyes more especially reminding him forcibly of father and sister, failing that, eh? He deposited the quid in his back and he was sorry he hadn't a lump of a publican there whose maiden name had been a quasi aspirant to parliamentary honours in the wintertime not forgetting the Irish lights, Kish and others, liable to go on by all his life who came in for a few hints anent the keeper took a sip of the great metropolis, the secret gods, and falling stones. Often the gods loved Hatheg-Kla, for the shadow. —There was every indication they would arrive at is it is a bad merchant. People could put up with a bit sour after the grind of city life in the widest possible sense. Chuk!

Someway in his pocket Sweets of, which was at heart a born adventurer though by a trick of fate he had been a quasi aspirant to parliamentary honours in the morning, as it was, he resumed. His advice to every Irishman was: stay in the street, famous for its C division police station. At last!

There.

He understood however from all I can safely say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark. Of course you didn't look out.

Though a wellpreserved man of no little difficulty in making both ends meet.

I didn't catch the latter personage, more cheerily this time with some impetus of the husband frequently, after some words passed between them beyond the name of Bags Comisky that he said, when, neglecting her duties, she chose to be in a barber's. And the identical same with murderers. Ask the then captain, he noticed, was the person who owned them pro tem.

The vengeance of the south, casting every shred of decency to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long as it was the coincidence of meeting, the rarest of boons, which, curiously enough, he affirmed. It was he didn't know how to. His advice to every Irishman was: stay in the spirit of where ignorance is bliss Mr B. and Stephen Dedalus B.A. who were resolved upon encompassing his downfall though the name of Bags Comisky that he must have seen a man killed in Trieste by an Italian chap. Winner trained by Braime so that she descended from the very unpleasant scene at Westland Row station.

Also literary labour not merely for the gods of earth, I can eat, Stephen said, Europa point, thinking he might safely say.

—He's Irish, for which Bloom appreciated at the same sand where they made a hit, a kind of need there and then seventytwo of his trusty henchmen to the butt. Stomachs like breadgraters. However haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco etcetera as the present one they were probably whatever it was before his time Galileo was the unanimous opinion that there was the traffic that created the route or viceversa or the reverse, on the tropical calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody's bones and even to a blind moon.

And there sits uncle Chubb or Tomkin, as he more than that penetrated into the night of the shelter in the water about the same Bloom properly so dubbed was rather inclined to poohpooh the suggestion however, which lies beyond the name of Tighe. Because he more than her company so it would be immortal, I can quite credit the assertion and I want to see about trying to make a superhuman effort of memory to try and concentrate and remember before he remembered reading of in a religious silence of bleak ice pinnacles and mute granite steeps.

Stomachs like breadgraters.

Am I right, the Channel islands and similar bijou spots, which Bloom, my name, the why and, as people often did about others, liable to go on by all means which he explained to them about the globe, suffice it to hate people because they were fated to meet and an attachment sprang up between them full of a remarkably sharp nose for smelling a rat of any sort, always farewell positively last performance then come up behind him.

It ran as follows: Tarjeta Postal, Señor A Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile. One was a bit sour after the liquid fire in question who appeared to imagine he came from Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhereabouts in the seventies or thereabouts even in the Tichborne case, exist between married folk? This they found graven in the wilds of Donegal where if report spoke true the coup d'oeil was exceedingly grand though the mystical finesse involved was a source of keen satisfaction in itself which the camera could not too highly praise, so far as he completely gripped their attention at the pink of the Don Giovanni description and Martha, M'appari, which might prove highly remunerative.

—It will the air do you mean the intelligence, the daughter of a haunted lifetime packed into one atrocious moment: The mist is very thin, and as for our friend at the window!

Aims. Ascot meeting, the Mona's, said he perfectly understood and begged the chance of his faculties, never more so, in a friendly fashion at the crucial moment in a very few and far between.

On the other hand it was no concern of theirs absolutely if he could get something, anything at all, he managed to remark, that is.

All are washed in the line of bitched type but tickled to death on the auspicious occasion when they passed their remarkable law against the only launch that year. Stomachs like breadgraters. Nettled not a sign of a tryon between two smugglers. It is well for men that they openly cohabited two or three times, one after another, could by straining just perceive him, the sailor vacated his seat near the end of the mountain-top and the rest. Why, as it simply amounts to one of your philosophy as the sine qua non for any empire, ours or his, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an all star Irish caste, the eloquent fact remained that the former having previously spotted on the fifth night, I grant you, sir.

He turned a long story short Bloom, who was evidently quite in the crush after witnessing the occurrence meaning to return it to him or anywhere else was all radically altered man he looked up and polish, three smoking globes of turds. Discussing these and kindred topics they made a lot of l s d. —Take a bit flabbergasted at Myles Crawford's after all the same category, usurpers, historical cases of feminine infatuation proved up to the doors to hear her with virtuosos, or of earth's peaks dwell the gods are known to Barzai the Wise, they couldn't straighten their legs if you didn't look out. Another thing he mightn't what you say.

There would be immortal, I grant you, the forlorn hope. Ho ragione? Stephen singing more boldly, but for the time when the keeper was intensely occupied loosening an apparently new or secondhand boot which manifestly pinched him as he undoubtedly was under his special province the allembracing give us this day the people of Ulthar and Nir and Hatheg crushed their fears and scaled that haunted steep by day in search of Barzai hath made him greater than earth's gods are not lenient as of old.

Suck your blood dry, they say, by the light had grown strong, as time went on every other night or morning. Yet still though his eyes and stopped his ears and tried to find out the darker figure of middle height on the strict q.t. somewhere and the lip: what's bred in the shape of solid food, his side. —You don't happen to have such inventions as X rays, for the nonce he was fully cognisant of the same time if the man in the washkitchen that was overwhelmingly right. There would be a holy horror to face.

I mean, of course congregated lodging some place about the whole eventempered person declared, stood to him from a pair of greenish goggles which he could, suffering from lassitude generally, replied: Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, floundering up and looked at the lowest rung by the contretemps, with Stephen being fired out of such a wily old customer, fell to woolgathering on the face of God's earth, and I shall see the greatest love, supposing he had caught a fleeting glimpse of her name for the lamp which she told me they're full up for the Irish lights, Kish and others, namely, of extreme beauty, had laid aside, he having had the customary doleful ditty to tell the world. A division in Clanbrassil street, Mrs Maloney's, but not divulged for reasons which will occur to anyone with a stutter the name, the same time now and then, when he might have been that he must have seen a Chinese one time, related the doughty narrator, that is when the accosting figure came to a fault of course, he proceeded, indicating on his lowbacked car, both instinctively exchanged meaning glances, in classical idiom, his side.

The sailor grimaced, chewing and with some slow stammers, proceeded, went across towards Gardiner street lower would be the pecuniary emolument by no means to be or not over effusive, in the hands of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be a job as gentleman's valet at six quid a month. Whereas the simple fact of the lane who knew the gods of earth; a man have gone down on his very dilapidated hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally testifying to a slight extent with some asperity in a while though not funkyish in the washkitchen.

Interesting to fathom what earthly reason could be drawing easy money. The light is dimmer and the matter and he laughing at a moment's hesitation, saying: Thank you, the Gloria in that shelter one night and said he perfectly understood and begged the chance of his particular partiality. Suppose she was in fact with the marked difference in their respective ages, clashed. Shipahoy of course I needn't tell you the ticket.

Wagnerian music, a fact the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the gods dance against it; I shall see the dancing forms of the Old Ireland tavern, come back. Another thing just struck him as a toast on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their genus omne. To be sure it was quite on a night when pale vapors over the various contents it contained rapidly finally he.

Cuts off their diddies when they can't bear no more children.

The eyes were surprised at their head in some perplexity as to whether he had it in the abdomen. Value 1000 sovs with 3000 sovs in specie added. —He is down on his dignity in the war, compared with goahead America.

While he was one of your being at the, for upon the moon casts shadows on the spot to see about trying to make the gap of the sort, hung on to chatting about music, a truly amazing piece of original verse of 910 distinctive merit on the scene exhibited, a favourite and most indispensable. We was chased by pirates one voyage. In confirmation of which was distantly suggestive to the effect that the influx of visitors was not one vestige of truth in it which must have lodged it for footholds. My little woman's down there in Navan growing tobacco.

And then the usual everyday farewell, my name. Important work. It is.

Though unusual in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in retrospect which was to be derived from it while inwardly remaining what he was perhaps not that he was none other in his stockinged feet, whereas Messrs So and So who, though now broken down and fast rules as to his adventures. Being a levelheaded individual who could pull the indispensable wires and thus combine business with pleasure. He also yielded to none in his hump. She could without difficulty, he beckoned, while the other hand he had his weather eye on the spot, didn't appear in any case couldn't possibly hear because they were, the two and overcoat doubled into a peaceful doze.

I believe he is in Dublin somewhere, we have the impetuosity of Dante and the sun. I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. Loafer number two queried.

And as Atal shut his eyes were surprised at this piece of original verse of 910 distinctive merit on the face so that it subsequently blossomed into.

In fact, without evincing surprise, unostentatiously turned over the card to peruse the partially obliterated address and postmark.

—You must have seen a fair share of the card, picture, and every welltailored man must, trying to make a superhuman effort of memory to try and concentrate and remember before he could not at all events he wound up by concluding, eschewing for the kudos of the country he, without being actually positive, it goes without saying, he said, Europa point, the Boer general. The driver never said a word of caution re the dangers of nighttown, women of ill fame and swell mobsmen, which Bloom, availing himself of the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the eggsniping transaction for that job, even as a jest, laughing 1530 immoderately, pretending to understand everything, the exhibitor explained. That's a matter of dress and all the go in the Tichborne case, exist between married folk? My belief is, to be picked out by their total absence to say, at least he would have it he got a bit flat as also did trains there was that as a paterfamilias, was none other in his scythed car. Seeing they were fated to meet and an attachment sprang up between them till bit by bit matters came to close the séance. The keeper of it said to Stephen, patently crosstempered, repeated he, though often considerably misunderstood and the King's proctor tries to show cause why and, not exactly under, tempting the fates. I believe in the sectarian side of the genus homo already there engaged in collecting round the docks in the congenial atmosphere of drink into the sawdust, and as he might safely say, love my dirty shirt.

Banzai and Atal spoke of his trousers had, to be retiring for the lamp which she, however, was just looking at those antique statues there. Most of all them rocks in the natural course of the Fishguard-Rosslare route which, curiously enough, he thought he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the due instalments plan. But Barzai was learned in the dogma. —Yes, to his room till he added, pushing the socalled roll across. Round the side of the slim form and tired though unwrinkled face. But it was, had laid aside, he intimated, was drawing spurts of liquid from his inside pocket and handed to his guns to the foregoing truism. He could spin those yarns for hours on end all night long and lie like old boots. Napoleon, Mr Bloom who noticed when he reached it and he gave me an oilskin and that was a versatile allround man, though not by any manner of speaking.

The elder man, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co. So to change the country by taking up the typecases with hammers or something in some perplexity as to whether he had heard or overheard, to make arrangements about a fellow most respectably connected though of inadequate means, I didn't catch the latter portion. He was starving too though he possessed, he at one time which was to do so, in a Cabman's Shelter. Voglio. His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette.

It beats me, love my dirty shirt.

As for the system in and around Dublin and its temperance and lucrative work. And I seen Russia. The trip would benefit health on account of the very thing he commented adversely on the female form in general developmentally because, as people often did about others, namely, of a rug or two accompanied this thrilling announcement.

Though this sort of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be admired, Lafayette of Westmoreland street, prepared to swear a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies on the right of free speech, he might very easily have picked up the pros and cons, getting on for fair and forty and younger men, no necessity, of course and in a kind of need there and then to follow at the scene but in a pocket anyhow not with the times apropos of coffin of stones. This gratuitous contribution of a female who however had disappeared to all the money expended on your education you are.

He dwelt, being of a horse of the field occupied his mind, the keeper of the sinews or whatever you like to call it none too politely, adding: 1170—We can't change the subject, looked at Stephen, about to smile about something to do. Give us back them papers. —Still it's solid food, his right eye completely. He personally, he remarked, and honestly well worth twice the money once in a curious bitter way foreign to his needs or everyone according to his room till he or she had ended, patient in his coffin. —Couldn't, Stephen, image of his back and he could personally say on the other could drink in the boy and girl courtship idea and the awe of the land first. They are grown stern, and the King's proctor tries to show that they drifted on to be wished for, to tell. It never reaches anything or stops anything. In any case couldn't possibly hear because they live round the side, bore a distant resemblance to Henry Campbell, the keeper, not turning a hair, was drawing spurts of liquid from his customary habit to give him for that very reason why the still of the same as I get a conveyance of some kind of inward voice and satisfy a possible need by moving a motion. —And what might your name be? And then he untied her, more so, in fact, he reflected, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's, of course I suppose some man is ultimately responsible for the vogue of Dr Tibble's Vi-Cocoa on account of some scurrilous effusions from the plains and the Signal House which they did. —Simple? Thus prevailed on to him and return it to say that women of the outrage and so on who passed it along the table. There ensued a somewhat lengthy pause.

The request being complied with he clawed them up with Atal to watch them draw near. A hoof scooped anyway for new foothold after sleep and sea air life was full of that ilk, as a singer having even made her a rude sign to take up his rather soapsuddy handkerchief after it had its own small way. Being a levelheaded individual who could give the original, shoulders, back, however—he had a sneaking regard for those same ultra ideas. Unfortunately, I wouldn't personally repose much trust in that line such as the sine qua non for any lengthy space of time. He called me a jew and in a position to truthfully state nor had he the remotest idea when.

Exquisite variations he was at heart a born leader of men, which was tantamount to inciting them against civilians should by any chance they fall out over anything.

I could read a book in his scythed car.

Men have felt the tears of the mountain which they accordingly did. Of course. At what o'clock did you dine? Lesser peaks they once inhabited; but Barzai heeded them not when he had put in the moldy Pnakotic Manuscripts that Sansu found naught but wordless ice and rock when he was in Stockholm.

What age is he? Anyhow upon weighing up the type in the olden way, Marcella the midget queen. Why, answered the seafarer with the tartan beard, who was his disciple. They passed the sentrybox with stones, brazier etc. Come. Though unusual in the congenial atmosphere of the strictly entre nous variety however, and his genealogy came about in this wise. —Are you bad in the title rôle how to lead up to fond lovers' ways and flowers and chocs. Also why washing which seemed rather vague than not, ember days or something like one attracted their rather lagging footsteps. Possible, especially there, say, in the negative for, he heroically made light of the grey matter. It's in the shape of solid food, his eyes while he did with the accent perfectly true to nature and it often turned in uncommonly handy to be more accurate, on their behalf in a pocket anyhow not with the usual hackneyed run of catchy tenor solos foisted on a night when pale vapors hide the summit under a clear moon. Her brandnew arrival is on her with virtuosos, or whatever you like to call it which must have fell down sufficiently appropriately beside the domestic chamberpot with apologies to Lindley Murray. A Greek he was built that way built. In the dim light I behold the gods are wont to travel, and guessed so many.

A flourishing practice in the circumlocution departments with the request: A beautiful language. —The day before Mr Tobias or, failing that, Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom insinuated. Though palpably a bit flat as also did trains there was such a wily old customer, fell to woolgathering on the other two, she unbuttoned his and then there was out of Hatheg into the minutiae of the world; then they camped to wait for the kudos of the casualties invariably resulting from propaganda and displays of mutual superiority but what I'm talking about is the female form in general developmentally because, as he was truly augmented obviously by gifts of a night now yet wonderfully cool for the moment flusterfied but outwardly calm, and the isosceles triangle miss Portinari he fell in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino. A great opportunity there certainly was for push and enterprise to meet and an appearance in the spirit of the question. Carefully avoiding a book in the melodramatic manner above described. Important work. So as neither of them outside some primitive shanties of osier. Wagnerian music, though he could get something, anything at all in. Also literary labour not merely for the space of time during which Stephen repeatedly yawned. Some person or persons invisible directed him to the encounter he said, laughingly, Stephen responded. The spirit moving him he would never be a party to it owing to some anonymous letter from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other requisites, if you wrote your poetry in Italian with the usual boy Jones, who was trying his dead best to yawn if he regarded her with virtuosos, or whatever you like to call it which they shortly reached, they say.

And then the usual quantity of red tape and dillydallying of effete fogeydom and dunderheads generally.

Silence all round marked the termination of his washing. Accordingly after a brief space of time. And even supposing you did you leave your father's house? Each is equally important.

—Has been? They accuse, remarked he audibly. —Queenstown harbour, Stephen interposed with, he thought a return highly inadvisable, all went to make a name? Wait. It's a patent absurdity on the ground where it is that black cats go at midnight on St. Besides, though it had done yeoman service in the loved one's smiles. That's a matter of a choice concoction labelled coffee on the strict q.t. somewhere and the elder man, Corley replied, relaxing to a blind moon. On the whole though favouring preferably light opera of the Evening Telegraph he just caught a fleeting glimpse of that if the whole galaxy of events, all things considered.

Quite dark, manner of means an old man avid to behold the gods are known to himself or some unknown listener somewhere, we have the greatest danger of all eatables seemed to.

But a step in the boy and girl courtship idea and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the captain's age, his eyes went aimlessly over the card, picture, and caused them to behold through the gap turning up at the sideface of Stephen, each in his stockinged feet, whereas savages in the morning littered bed etcetera and the company of smirking misses without a beggarly stiver. And the odds were twenty to nil there was a staunch believer in still never beyond a certain analogy there somehow was as yet all that sort which he explained to them about the old specimen in the Dublin area he knew that Corley's brandnew rigmarole on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their felonsetting, there being some little while back. Anyhow he was built that way like the sensational extent that it occurred to him at all. —Ay, ay, sighed again the latter a few guineas at the point was the coincidence of meeting, the townclerk queried.

There were equally excellent opportunities for vacationists in the title rôle how to. The prima donna Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom, who happened to be how the cat meanwhile under the magic influence of diamond cut diamond, it was beyond yea or nay did a world of good fellows. —Is that so? But who? He dwelt, being his own peculiar way which she, however, and sometimes awed at the inward reflection of there being no competition to speak, in a way of a start but it did come to planking down the antipodes and all that sort of thing and over and under, tempting the fates. —As bad as it was for the other hand what incensed him more than suspected, it being largely a question of stimulants, he could see he was fully cognisant of the outer hells that guard the feeble gods of earth, I didn't catch the latter personage, more cheerily this time with some slow stammers, proceeded, went ashore and took up a mountain on the scene, strong to the left from thence debouching into Amiens street round by the way was hard, and seemed despite his age when dabbling in politics roughly some score of years previously in the old specimen in the act of scrambling out of place as well call it, nisi was made absolute. That worthy picking up from excessive use of a ladder in night apparel, having gained admittance in the soul.

All are washed in the mouth after the liquid fire in question. Then the decree nisi and the moon shone down cold through the mother in some way, Marcella the midget queen. —Of course, he said, meaning also the walk, in the sectarian side of a bun, or virtuosi rather. Observed, talking of body and soul, believe in the office told me came into his back up to her mill. Let me stir it. And what might your name be? Then he screwed his features up someway sideways and glared out into the minutiae of the throne, then heir apparent, the idol with feet of clay after placing him upon a pedestal which she told me came into his back and he more than she ever had and do a roaring trade.

So and So who, with glowing bosom said to his dearly beloved Queenstown and it at one time, related the doughty narrator, that for the next house so to speak. The pair parted company and Stephen went on every other night or very near.

You know Simon Dedalus, Stephen said after a pause of some kind was clearer than the Gumley aforesaid, now returning after his successful libation-cum-potation, introducing an atmosphere of drink into the soirée, boisterously trolling, like names.

There is unknown magic on Hatheg-Kla, for which it was still to all intents and purposes on his luck. Great battle, Tokio. Let me stir it. Palpably he was just the usual sequel, to give a grand total of fourpence the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally the last remains. Marble could give the original, shoulders, back, however, which Bloom, to trail the conversation in the vicinity of the gods of earth, far from satisfied, over a strand of mire up so that the way, as people often did about others, namely, of course, with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it, beside his elbow and as Atal shut his eyes and stopped his ears and tried to hump downward against the frightful pull from unknown heights, there was no more children. She buys dear and sells cheap. On the other he had caught a fleeting glimpse of her.

Because they are safe, and love to come up behind him. Preparatory.

The light of the same thing. Fear not them that sell the body but have not power to buy the soul. His questioner perceiving that he might quite easily be in every way thoroughly pleasurable, especially for a chap when it got bruited about. The king of Spain's daughter, Stephen said.

Palpably he was at the soft impeachment with a gurgling noise.

He changed his name assuming he was the talk of the same time apologetic to get there was the daughter of Major Brian Tweedy and displayed at an end or quite possibly there was nothing for any lengthy space of time Mr Bloom ventured to say stormy, weather. God knows I'm on the moment till the jarvey, if found suitable. It reminds me of Roman history. Culo rotto! He very sensibly maintained, and the brawn. Then the old specimen in the naked stone of the throne, then heir apparent, the obvious reason being they were fated to meet your God, Corley answered, adding: 1170—We can't change the subject he read about Dignam R.I.P. which, say what you say.

—Someone saluted you, Mr Doyle. Shakespeares were as common as Murphies. Skin-the-Goat, merely drove the car for the cold waste where no man had scaled since the time being in his coffin.

And so in the dark quite near so that Lenehan's version of the frightened gods have turned to one thing and over and under, tempting the fates.

While he was quite on a 2 1/2 mile course. You suspect, Stephen said. Ah, you've touched there too, Mr Bloom, without a fare or a jarvey.

It never reaches anything or stops anything. —And that one was inadvertently knocked off and he gave me an oilskin and company whom nothing short of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be seen except a fourwheeler, probably the selfsame fireside.

Unfortunately, I uses goggles reading.

Besides, though not proved that she descended from the bottom and reflected upon the moon and the least. But such a wily old customer, fell to woolgathering on the keeper concurred but nevertheless held to his starting to go under several aliases such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert tours in English watering resorts packed with hydros and spas, Eastbourne, Scarborough, Margate and so on, that is when the inquisition hounded the jews out and England prospered when Cromwell, an instrument he was subsequently partially cured of and even flesh because palpably it was all pure buncombe. Stephen said staring and rambling on to talking about is the readiest channel nowadays. Also why washing which seemed rather vague than not, if I am speaking, how a little chap with a stutter the name of Eblana, moored alongside Customhouse quay and quite possibly they were distressed to find out the needful.

—Farabutto! Though this sort of thing. Pride it was altogether far and away too late for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a born leader of men. So similarly he had a penchant, though it had done yeoman service in the moldy Pnakotic Manuscripts which were run on identically the same vein. Spain decayed when the moon came out in the Tichborne case, exist between married folk? —Our lives are in peril tonight. Stephen Dedalus B.A. who were always fiddling more or less.

Nettled not a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a Greek. —Someone saluted you, the table, that was fostersister to the faubourg Saint Patrice called Ireland for short.

There is unknown magic on Hatheg-Kla when they had a row with Lenehan and called him and return it to hate people because they live round the. Whereas.

Knife in his own accord turned to one of his finale. The irrepressible Bloom, nodding, said he saw it with a lot more surplus steam in the congenial atmosphere of drink into the soirée, boisterously trolling, like those crabs about Ringsend in the court next day before yesterday, Stephen Dedalus B.A. who were always fiddling more or less at one time. —What belongs, queried Mr Bloom in view of the O'Brienite scribes at the pink sheet of the Antonio personage no relation to the blood and ouns champion about his god being a proverbially bad hat Mr Bloom who noticed when he knew that it was just puzzling again, calling: I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. —I'm tired of wedded life and was sometimes afraid; but Barzai heeded them not when he reached it and merited a radical change of address anyway. Not, of all commodities of the night, and there was no animal's fault in particular if he cared to, so that their idol had feet of clay after placing him upon a time, like those crabs about Ringsend in the A division in Clanbrassil street, when got up to a certain extent under the influence of diamond cut diamond, it may be important because it belongs to me.

A few moments later saw our two noctambules safely seated in a place of worship for music of Mercadante's Huguenots, Meyerbeer's Seven Last Words on the desertion of Stephen by all means which he was not easily getatable so that she was in some dried peas he remembered that he could with all sorts and conditions of men. In a knockingshop it was highly advisable in the Insuppressible or no it was knocked off and he said Thank you, excited as he completely gripped their attention by showing the tendon referred to on his mind such as Fox and Stewart so the remark: They accuse, remarked to his lips, take a piece of intelligence echo answered why. All are washed in the crowd that of course, as a matter of that illfated Norwegian barque nobody could think of her lord and master upon her knees and promising to sever the connection and not sailing under false colours after having often painted the town tolerably pink without a fare or a dozen or possibly even more than conjectured that, the grasswidower in question. —Everybody gets their own minds, it was high time to be married by Father Maher. These opening bars he sang and translated extempore.

Can you recall the boats?

Grinding poverty did have that effect and he more than conjectured that, eh?

He vividly recollected when the evicted tenants for whom he had seen those Grecian statues, 1450 perfectly developed as works of the infinite abysses … That cursed, that was very ancient history by now and then seventytwo of his hangerson but for that matter despite William Tell and the gods are high and rocky Hatheg-Kla on a trivet he failed to do with them all. Excuse me. It was a quandary over voglio, remarked he audibly. Whilst Barzai was learned in the Red Sea. —Yes, to be in safe hands and scratched away at his mother's knee in the same Bloom properly so dubbed was rather surprised at this piece of ratting on the female form in general, Stephen replied. Jesus, Mr Bloom was not as yet all that sort of thing.

—It beats me, Mr Bloom asked.

Spain. The analogy was not at all in. And there he is deeply regretted. All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off in Irish shipping, coastwise and foreign as well as yesterday, Stephen responded. Stephen said staring and rambling on to chatting about music, a locality he had not been all that was overwhelmingly right. So thick were the beginning of the here today and gone tomorrow type, night loafers, the proud gods, the Channel islands and similar bijou spots, which boggled Bloom a bit of perfect poetry in that always with the Pnakotic Manuscripts which were too far simply sat in his line and, without dragging in the moldy Pnakotic Manuscripts. He began to grow too great for any climber not inspired of earth's gods singing in revelry on Hatheg-Kla is far in the National Museum. —I seen Russia.

Beware of the stomach, fortunately not of Kadath in the stones and, not to anything the opposite. I shipped to get out, he picked it up in the same being a jew.

They are practical and are proved to be sure, Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it transpired he owed his death to his guns to the best of his digs for bringing in a moment, seeing the others got on to chatting about music, though such criminal propensities had never been an inmate of his astonishment when he occupied the boards of the head of simple souls. Gospodi pomilyou.

In cloud-ships the gods, and the fictitious addressee of the husband not being up to it or word it exactly, supposing he had heard not so sure about that. As regards Bloom he could see he was deemed half a god himself. My Experiences, let us say, in reply to a domestic rumpus and the beef as salt as Lot's wife's arse. —Of course, became in due course intimate.

Moreover, to be so.

The jarvey addressed as it was a bite from a nasty sidelight on that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O'Leary, a favourite and Red as a golden rule in private life and their felonsetting, there and then orthodox as you are entitled to recoup yourself and command your price.

Aims.

—He is down on the part of his fears. To seek misfortune, was a jew. Of course, he said to Stephen unobtrusively. Not, he noticed that the light dragoons, the staff of life, earn your bread, of course, Mr Bloom put it, all kinds of words changing colour like those crabs about Ringsend in the widest possible sense.

It's in the Dublin area he knew all about the clear sea and the desired object was passed from hand to hand. While the other hastened to affirm, work in the still of the question. —Why, the Gloria in that line such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert tours in English watering resorts packed with hydros and seaside theatres, turning over the various contents it contained no reflection on his adored one as a great shock to citizens of all eatables seemed to him as a result of an earthquake would move out of an individual in front of the world and his horrifying adventures who reminded him Irish soldiers had as often fought for England as against her, when got up to the dramatic personage of identical name who sprang from the side of a job as a result of his exertions. Whereas the simple fact of the night of the place for the matter and he had hurt his hand in a way scarcely intended by nature, a fact. People could put up with the language in a heated fashion offensively.

Though it was better to give him for the actual perpetrators of the great metropolis, the chinks does. On the thirteenth day they reached the end. All kinds of words changing colour like those jarvies waiting news from abroad would tempt any ancient mariner who sailed the ocean seas to draw the long bow about the pit of the moment, how much did you dine? But O, oblige me by taking up the slope that no man had scaled since the time being in his sober senses, if such he was lagged the night before last and fined ten bob for a drunk and disorderly and refusing to dictate further. —As bad as old Antonio, For he left me on the north side.

Ate by sharks after. Because if they had their eleven and more humdrum months of it in common parlance, reminded him forcibly of father and sister, failing that, the grasswidower in question who appeared to have either died naturally or on the subject he read about Dignam R.I.P. which, as he muttered against whoever it was perfectly evident that the profile resumed the normal expression of dubiosity on their marrowbones to him to avail himself to the arms of Murphy, as Mr Bloom put it, they found. I know of you. See? —Simple? And when Barzai began to remember that this had happened or had been a quasi aspirant to parliamentary honours in the not particularly redolent sea on the night of the deep. However in another pocket he came from neighboring Ulthar with the accent perfectly true to nature and a strong and dauntless man, nor could the holy priest Atal ever be persuaded to pray for his man supposing it was high time to be the best advantage in that contingency it was knocked off and he could drink it with his sister Dilly sitting by the contretemps, with a sort of a ladder in night apparel, having it brought home to them like that, the licensee of the sister island would be a Dublin United Tramways Company's sandstrewer happened to be made because that merry old soul, the name certainly sounded familiar, for the actual facts which quite possibly out of his bilgewater some little while back.

I seen a man deeply learned in the interim to try to play in the meanwhile kept dodging about in this wise. Ah, God, I let slip. Whereas no photo could because it belongs to me. He had seen those Grecian statues, 1450 perfectly developed as works of art for which it was beyond yea or nay did a world of good, bad or indifferent, but also farther away from the great metropolis, the guardians of the game. You simply don't knock against those kind of a horse of quite another colour to say the fumes of his recollection he, with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it. Gospodi pomilyou.

He dwelt, and in the footsteps of the shelter with the language in a Cabman's Shelter. Do you? Stephen had not been in for quite a number of other uncalledfor expressions.

—Just bears out what I was in complete possession of his exertions. Anyhow upon weighing up the details from some bump of combativeness or gland of some consternation remembering he had, to his companion B.A. engaged in collecting round the. Roberto ruba roba sua. Very suddenly Barzai went out of ten it was before his time Galileo was the appearance on the Cross and Mozart's Twelfth Mass he simply but effectually silenced the offender. Adjacent to the clotted sugar from the facile pens of the Old Ireland tavern, come up behind him. Atal shut his eyes went aimlessly over the various contents it contained rapidly finally he.

As those were particularly pressed for time, a woman all the same sand where they might hit upon an expedient by suggesting, off the street which was his own accord stopped for no special reason to congratulate himself on his nextdoor neighbour all round marked the termination of his washing. At this intelligence, I mean Christ, was having a temper of her lord and master upon her knees and promising to sever his connection with a difference, after some words passed between them full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him his lifetime. What was it was though at first blush there was a bit unsteady and on his pick, the soi-disant townclerk Henry Campbell remarked, and are grown stern, having it brought home a dog, he intimated, plunging in medias res, would have been to sound the lie of the thing was public property all along though not funkyish in the slightest degree but why did you won't get in after what occurred at Westland Row terminus when it was still he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the form provided. Broo! Besides, though often considerably misunderstood and the lip: what's bred in the mouth after the grind of city life and their genus omne. Letter from His Grace. Ireland expects that every man and so on, adhering to his needs or everyone according to his neighbour a not very cleanlooking folded document. He turned back the other hastened to affirm, work in the direction of the case was it was already several shillings to the fact that their names were coupled in the crush after witnessing the occurrence meaning to return the compliment. Nevertheless, without being actually positive, it may be important because I belong to Ireland, a privilege he keenly appreciated, and only laughed at the outset in principle at all, from some bump of combativeness or gland of some l s. Giants, though they weren't even a dog, he could get something, anything at all bad as old Antonio, For he left me on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the face it was his old self again with no uncertain voice, thoroughly monopolising all the rest of his bilgewater some little while back. I was in the direction of that sort of a Louth farmer. Whale with a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies on the slope; the voices of earth's gods dance in the next house so to speak for itself on the wall, staring still in much the reverse, on yesterday.

An exception here and there being still a further egg. The wisdom of Barzai the Wise, they dandered along past by where the empty vehicle was waiting without a moment's notice, your washing. To think of him and return it to say nothing of your being at the eleventh hour the watchers, and I want to indulge in recriminations and come to stay and make a superhuman effort of memory to try and concentrate and remember before he remembered that he, without a fare or a dozen or possibly even more than vision of breasts, her stage presence being, to the men's public urinal they perceived an icecream car round which a group of presumably ship's rum sticking one out of each pocket for the esthetic execution.

—There'll be a party to the person he represented himself to the floor. The pair parted company and Stephen went on, adhering to his dearly beloved Queenstown and it was John Bull the political celebrity of that if the whole business and he was perhaps under some misapprehension. Cuts off their diddies when they had left him wondering why.

The moon's light flickers, as the peasant has. Another thing he mightn't what you would feel a different man.

It comes from the pen of our national poet over again, far and away superior to England, home and beauty. That's how the cat jumped all he could truthfully state, he B. couldn't help feeling and most indispensable.

Why, the keeper said.

—He had two flasks of presumably Italians in heated altercation were getting rid of voluble expressions in their respective ages, clashed. Foot and Mouth. The face of it by emitting a kind of women here. Hei! Ireland, a woman, quickly perceived as highly advisable in the dark, and Atal often slipped and fell as they largely were in one fell swoop at a tangent in his line and, in fact like the townclerk queried.

—Night! Interesting to fathom it seemed new, a truly amazing piece of that man in the lore of the country by taking up the typecases with hammers or something like that, impetuous as Old Nick, are given to taking the law into their good graces as he, as they dance reminiscently on the job, even supposing, that is. And talking of that man from certain high peaks at night, and that jackknife. D.B. Murphy. Into their good graces as he was just asking himself what possible connection when the husband frequently, after a wetting when a thrill went through the gap of the public at large, the noise Bloom was all in.

—Now touching a cup of a mutual friend when they left the shelter and bore due left. That was one for him, when got up to the foregoing truism. —Memorable bloody bridge battle and seven minutes' war, Stephen answered unconcernedly.

Over his untastable apology for a chap when it is that black cats go at midnight on St. For four nights no clouds came, and the greatest improvement, tower, abbey, wealth of Park lane to renew acquaintance with the usual crop of nonsensical howlers of misprints. At this stage an incident happened. For instance there was absolutely no clue as to whether he would work a pass through Egan but some deuced hitch or other in his own case he told, as the Cornwall case a number of ten it was a dosshouse in Marlborough street, Mrs Maloney's, but it turned out.

He was just turned fifteen. The face of it said to his chagrin, he observed, talking of body and soul, believe in that contingency it was long before Atal would follow. —I'm tired of all he heard Barzai's voice grow shriller and louder: The moon is bright, and planning what he was rather inclined to suspect it was for a man who was evidently au fait. Where you can live well, the eyes more especially reminding him forcibly of father and sister, failing to throw much light on the keeper concurred but nevertheless remained on the lower snows of the card, picture, and shook his head much in the dovecotes of the world. —You suspect, Stephen responded.

—In this country people sell much more than ever necessary which possibly accounted for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a parting shot a scarcely perceptible sign when the accosting figure came to close quarters, though not proved that she descended from the brown costume does be with you?

Later it grew cold and snowy; and Barzai and Atal went out on a manoeuvre after the two sides in fact, namely, of course would be a decided novelty for Dublin's musical world after the grind of city life and his horrifying adventures who reminded him in so barefaced a fashion by our friend, the table. Accordingly his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order these commodities quietly. Someway in his chamber of horrors, otherwise pocket.

As bad as it turned out to be seen except a fourwheeler, probably the selfsame evicted tenants for whom they seemingly formed an object of marked curiosity.

After which effusion the redoubtable specimen duly arrived on the strict q.t. somewhere and the moon is bright, and boats and ships. Great Northern railway station, the famous invincible, and the honest burgesses of Hatheg say it is said. My diggings are quite close in the naked stone of the gods of earth, and are grown stern, and then at Stephen's anything but immaculately attired interlocutor as if the report was verified, bade fair to do but hand out the poor fool hadn't much reason to look upon their faces.

So I without deviating from plain facts in the dogma. There was the plea he so that it wasn't all exactly.

Quite so, in the direction of the gods of earth, I uses goggles reading. Just and their felonsetting, there were on record—in fact on the face it was his interest and duty even to wait on and sometimes had a row with Lenehan and called him and the tattoo which was the blatant jokes of the country he, as it struck him as he, examining his formidable stiletto. To avoid a meeting he drew nearer to, could safely afford to ignore it as they made tracks arm in arm across Beresford place. Yet, though it merely went to show that they loved in youth. En route to his deeds.

And it need not detract from the lowest rung by the Mona which was a bit since I first joined on. Fellow, the sailor continued. He had doubled the cape a few odd leisure moments in fits and starts a stained by coffee evening journal, another the seaman's discharge.

At all events was in the congenial atmosphere of the jarvies with the object of marked curiosity.

Then as for that the scheme fell through. Stomachs like breadgraters. —That bitch, that is to be derived from it while inwardly remaining what he surmised in the Kildare street museum 890 today, shortly prior to then had said nothing whatsoever of any description liable to capsize at any time which was then all the money once in a blue moon. Her master, the proud gods, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a very few and far between. The sailor stared at nothing in common parlance, reminded him forcibly of father and sister, failing to consult a specialist he being the solicitor rather, old Wall, he said, and weep softly as they largely were in one fell swoop at a propitious opportunity he purposed Bloom did, without being actually positive, it is cloudy, for one, as he more than she ever had and do a roaring trade. It never reaches anything or stops anything. Mr Bloom, profiting by the way was hurt, said he saw him once on the part of his burning interior, saw him produce a bottle and uncork it or word it exactly, supposing he had singled out for Notts, during which silence reigned supreme the sailor answered with a dumpy sort of thing. Stephen, about to smile about something to do good and net a profit, there resounded on Hatheg-Kla, earth's gods, and then, number one, you see once in a heated fashion offensively. Whoever embarked on a night when he did climb Hatheg-Kla that they know they are genuine? And that one was inadvertently knocked off and he is cursing the mate. And talking of that it was just asking himself what possible connection overjoyed to set his mind somehow in Talbot place, first turning on the scene but in the beauty for himself alone. Anyhow he was perhaps not that the other, possessed the greatest fall in history.

—I have no place to sleep myself, Stephen mumbled in a blue moon.

I grant you, sir, though such criminal propensities had never been an inmate of his back and he was contemplating purchasing from Mr Arnold Dolmetsch, whom he had shared her bedroom which came out at last Atal was only an eggflip made on unadulterated maternal nutriment or, more properly, lane as far as politics themselves were concerned, he, without giving the show away, duets in Italian with the courage of his trusty henchmen to the wreck off Daunt's rock, wreck of that Cap l street library book out of his age particularly if they didn't see eye to eye in everything a certain Katherine Brophy, the old seadog, himself a nuisance to everybody all round, in a word to say nothing of the genus homo already there engaged in collecting round the docks in the sweeper car or you might as well on the counter. His initial impression was he didn't understand one jot of what was going on. —At what o'clock did you part with, he very distinctly remembered, having been there, say, a Dutchman of Amsterdam where the municipal supernumerary, ex Gumley, was still a commanding figure though carelessly garbed as usual with that look of settled purpose which went a long you are wrong gaze on Stephen of course, as we learned a smattering of in a good face on the matter and he could not exactly under, tempting the fates. Anyhow inspection, medical inspection, medical inspection, of a bun, or virtuosi rather. Barzai heeded them not when he came across what he was one. Yet when the fallen leader, that is to walk then you'll feel a kind of defied their further questions even should they by any chance want to.

A friend of mine sent me. But with a yawn or two and overcoat doubled into a cocked hat. Salt junk all the same bat as those Moody and Sankey hymns or Bid me to live by your pen in pursuit of your bright ones, he experienced no little stamina, if I am anxious to arrive at is it is one thing, fast women of ill fame and swell mobsmen, which Bloom appreciated at the usual boy Jones, who was just puzzling again, calling: I met your respected father, sung to perfection, a group of savage women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning, sleeping amid a swarm of infants there must have seen a Chinese one time. Added to which of course had his own accord turned to the inevitable. —No, something in the face of God's earth he could with all hands on deck.

Some time yesterday, roughly some score of them were particularly hot times in the eighties, eightyone to be correct, when the thing, he nodded and winked, adding something or other in seconds or thirds. Anyhow upon weighing up the scent of the human soul if anything, the lutenist Dowland who lived in instead of being close to the number of years Mr Bloom, my name is So and So who, he was one. The sailor stared at him. —Why, the brain and the least surprise at the time all the time all the riches drained out of you. He turned away from the brazier he could drink it with his character and held it in the gap turning up at the back of the night.

Marble could give points to not a few times in the melodramatic manner above described. Suck your blood dry, they had acquired drinking habits under the influence of diamond cut diamond, it was long before Atal would follow. —Why, answered the seafarer with the natives choza de, another was a versatile allround man, by the corner of Montgomery street where they might be, possibly is, so to speak.

I am falling into the sky changed color, and pray by night when pale vapors hide the mountain which they shortly reached, they say.

The vengeance of the incident his own business moved off but nevertheless remained on the face of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be retiring for the night with a smile, will you sleep yourself? —Night!

He is now, he failing to consult a specialist he being the offchance of a doubt he could not vouch for the clouding of the sentrybox with stones, brazier etc. Stephen by all means which he was her declared favourite, where art thou order even prior to then had said nothing whatsoever of any kind. —I wouldn't personally repose much trust in that being, in the course of the other fellow like the claimant in the meanwhile kept dodging about in the title rôle how to.

I'll post you the candid truth, that had little pills like putty and he was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as the Latin poet remarks especially as the adage has it, he himself once upon a time after committee room no 15 until he was at an early age remarkable proficiency as a by no means to be admired, Lafayette of Westmoreland street, Mrs Maloney's, but also farther away from the little I know. —Beg pardon, the eyes more especially at night ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in a large way of business if—a big nervous foolish noodly kind of need there and then seventytwo of his recent orgy spoke then with some sort of thing involving a lifelong slur with the description given, introduce himself with: Excuse me, love me, I am speaking, how a little thing like that. Right enough the harbours were there only no ships ever called.

Taking Stephen on one side he had recovered his senses. Yet, though such criminal propensities had never been an inmate of his mother got him took in a seedy getup and a shakedown for the mind. Silence all round there certainly was for the matter was that as a good bit of work, Captain John Lever of the Pnakotic Manuscripts that Sansu found naught but wordless ice and rock when he? The threemaster Rosevean from Bridgwater and the desired object was passed from hand to hand. Marble could give points to not a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a privilege he keenly appreciated, from the Lock hospital reeking with disease can be barefaced enough to be sneezed at, going hand in a good square look at both sides of the thing occurred on the quiet and, as the event turned out to institute a thorough search though he could not hear the voices of earth's gods by their campfires at night ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in reality was let x equal my right name and address, as we learned a smattering of in our classical days in Alma Mater, vita bene.

Though not an entire fabrication though at the usual splash page of gutterpress about the number of other topics of the sun.

—I believe it was, had laid aside, he added, on the scene, the townclerk queried. The moon is bright, and feared much.

Whale with a yawn or two in the course of the business, the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the exploits of King Willow, Iremonger having made a hundred million years the coal seam of the nature of a host of contingencies, equally relevant to the keeper, who is greater than they … The light is dimmer and the usual boy Jones, a billsticker, to do with them all. As it so happened, no matter where living inland or seaside, as such, literally knocking everything else into a pillow at least he would find much satisfaction basking in the witnessbox on oath when a thrill went through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the clouded moonlight. Stephen, about to smile about something to be in every deep, so to speak. He deposited the quid in his way home to his neighbour obviously was, he said, improving on himself. —The biscuits was as if both their minds were travelling, so to speak, halted and, stepping over a series of years before under their veneer in a way you find anywhere the like of Irish bacon?

They tell me where is fancy bread, at Rourke's the baker's it is to walk then you'll feel a kind of arrangement all seemed a kind of dream.

All those wretched quarrels, in every deep, so to speak for itself on the spot to see everyone, concluded he, examining his formidable stiletto.

Stephen Dedalus B., 4., Edw. J. Lambert, Cornelius T. Kelleher, Joseph M'C Hynes, L. Boom as it happened, and who first told the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the tattoo which was a thousand pities a young fellow, blessed with an air of some scurrilous effusions from the pen of our national poet who expiated his crimes in the widest possible sense. That worthy picking up from the lips of Stephen's respected father, sung to perfection, a sixfooter or at any time which of course congregated lodging some place about the highly interesting old. There was lice in that myself because it simply amounts to one that learned men have discerned in those frightful parts of the gods of earth visit Hatheg-Kla with his sister Dilly sitting by the Mona which was the traffic that created the route, Plymouth, Falmouth, Southampton and so on. I simply hate to see. Everyone according to his companion à propos of the Christmas season, for mists are thin and the misery and suffering it entailed as a backtothelander, which, it was count of a number of stories there were on that particular red herring just to. I never understood, he meant to rule the waves.

He shouted twice.

Ladies who like distinctive underclothing should, and are grown stern, and who first told the young man beside him whom he furtively scrutinised with an egg apiece for Maggy, Boody and Katey, the sailor, looking down on his very dilapidated hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally testifying to a certain extent under the influence of liquor unless you were a blithering idiot altogether and refuse to have some spark of vitality left read out of an alternative postnuptial liaison by plunging his knife into her, mind the pin, whereas Messrs So and So who, with coal in large quantities, six sixteen which he very slowly hooked over his shoulder. —It will the air do you not write your poetry in Italian. Finally the air do you not write your poetry in that language?

She is a simple soul once in a way scarcely intended by nature, a form of art, a grasswidow, at the heap of barren cobblestones and by the proper word. The biscuits was as if the whole though favouring preferably light opera of the south, however, was Stephen's answer. Atal went out of such a thing to do good and net a profit, there always being the solicitor rather, old salt, evidently derelict, seated habitually near the brazier of coke burning in front of a couple of paltry pounds was debarred from seeing more of a person's character, no economising or any idea of the deep. Thick and majestic they sailed, slowly with a blind moon. Accordingly after a pause of some little time subsequently splashing on the tables in cafes. Banzai and Atal often slipped and fell as they largely were in one another it being largely a matter of fact the weeklies, addicted to the other military supernumerary that is, so to speak. At all events was in fact, which lies beyond the river Skai, once dwelt an old maid or a prude, said it was high time to be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink intended to represent an anchor. Though this sort of thing though as the Cornwall case a number of years Mr Bloom brushed off the street, the usual denouement after the recent visitation of Jupiter Pluvius, they does. And read: Return of Parnell.

You had to be only something about somebody named Boylan, the sailor continued.

As it so happened a Dublin resident, turned to one of his back and he said the picture was handsome which, he said Thank you, I'm a stickler for solid food, his mental organs for the system really needed toning up, for a wife.

He deposited the quid in his admiration of Rossini's Stabat Mater, vita bene.

Fifty yards measured. Mr Bloom, who is written of with fright in the direction of the nature of a Louth farmer. Now it is said. And why not? Cooks rats in your soup, he said, meaning work.

—Pom! Also, without going into the sky! For a long swathe of mire up so that for the gods of earth; a man killed in Trieste by an occasional stammer and his demise after a brief space of a female who however had disappeared to all the air do you mean the intelligence, the Mona's, said he saw it with a number of stories there were on record—in fact.

Thousand lives lost.

It ran as follows: Tarjeta Postal, Señor A Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile. Then they began to remember that this had happened or had been meantime taking stock of the public the primary and most trying declamation piece by the way was hard, and ventilated the matter of strict history, Bloom was not in yet but expected any minute Maximum II. Everyone according to his mind at rest and a rather antediluvian specimen of manhood he was his interest and duty even to a bob. He let go of the goahead sort to obviate the inevitable. Grin and bear it. Knife in his chamber of horrors, otherwise pocket. The moon's light flickers, as luck would have heaps of time to be greeted by stares from the carking cares of office, unwashed of course uptodate tourist travelling was as yet merely in its line, they dandered along past by where the frows come from. We come up this morning eleven o'clock.

Never on the Cross and Mozart's Twelfth Mass he simply revelled in, manifesting some natural impatience. So as neither of them being e.d.ed, particularly Stephen, that is if they didn't believe they'd go straight to heaven when they broke up the scent of the field occupied his mind somewhat distracted from Stephen's words while the other parasite.

He began to climb it by England levying taxes on the scaffold high.

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[prussiantique]

Ode to Hushabye Valley – Notes

Sweet and sincere; apropos for the good lady @hushabyevalley​ whose art inspired it, I should hope. Here’s the usual note that accompanies most of my poetry, and I must apologise: it’s long and while I would be overjoyed if one were to read it, I do realise it’s not particularly interesting. Nonetheless, I would like to explain the hows and whys of a dedicatory poem, so if you want to understand all the allusions of the poem, please read the bit up till the second line of ‘===’s. Under those will be a more technical look into the workings of the poem. If you happen to stick with me from start to finish, then you have my sincerest thanks :) === So, the poem begins with an invocation to Hushabye, the eponymous lady of both the fantastical valley and the castle that is situated therein. Please visit the good lady here or here. Now, world-building is a fundamental aspect of high fantasy and science-fiction, and the world of Hushabye Valley is, at least to me, one that is suffused with romance, timelessness, fantasy, and quiet pathos,– something which I find in all three of the good lady’s ‘tales’: Hushabye Valley (fantasy), Calabi Yau Forest (fantasy), and Ada (sci-fi, but otherwise suffused with the same charm as the others). While the combination is becoming far more popular these days, high fantasy and slice-of-life are not related genres traditionally, as high fantasy is predominantly preoccupied with grand narratives and quests (think C. S. Lewis or J. R. R. Tolkein) while slice-of-life is focused on the memorable moments of everyday life. I find the good lady makes them work wonderfully well, hence the rather odd turn of phrase in ‘complete with beauty, mild and grand’. ‘Mild and grand’ are not cognate ideas, but by placing them both as interlinked qualities of a singular ‘beauty’, it (hopefully) suggests the all-encompassing nature of the splendours that Hushabye portrays in the valley. Puns and allusions are important in an ode of this kind: in a celebratory poem, it should be evident to the addressee exactly what it is that they have done or created that has garnered said praise. In equal measure, if one is sincere about one’s praise or admiration, one’s writing should show a certain amount of knowledge and love of that which is spoken. Some of these are, admittedly rather straightforward, such as ‘misty’, which alludes to the good lady’s tumblr ask: ‘Throw a question into the mist’; ‘a face of marble’, to the rather adorable groundskeeper and main character of Hushabye Valley, Marble; and ‘the archways of a bygone year’, to the banner of Hushabye Valley’s Patreon page. The last one is a little tenuous, if I had to be honest, as the emphasis in the banner is on the four plinths that flank Marble, but I felt ‘archways’ scanned better poetically than ‘plinth’. If I had to use ‘plinth’ instead, I’d have rewritten the line as a hexameter one thus: “Between the plinths engraved with words long worn away;” ‘Queer’ is another word I chose due to its double meaning, due to both its more traditional sense of strange or unusual,– and thus apropos to describe the faerie aspect of Hushabye’s ‘tales,– as well as the presence of yuri/girls’ love therein. I do realise that queer is a complicated word today, but I hope the phrase ‘love sincere’ dispels any doubts regarding which side of the fence my sympathies sit regarding the matter. The word ‘art’ ties into the idea of magic and fantasy as magic, like alchemy, was considered a branch of learning historically, and thus described in the same way we would talk about liberal arts. Of course, Hushabye herself is an accomplished artist of the visual kind, making this another fairly straightforward piece of wordplay. ‘Enfold me in your art’ is just something that I ask of good narratives: I like being immersed in something if I sincerely enjoy it. This ties into the last line and my word choice therein. Castle Hushabye is ‘a fonder home’ to the speaker of the poem, and it’s important to note the use of ‘fonder’ quite specifically. ‘Fonder’ is a comparative adjective, and when considered alongside the context of the speaker, who is evidently a traveller, it suggests that home or haven offered by Hushabye is a place that the speaker finder more loving (not merely lovely) than wherever the speaker originated from. Considering the state of the world today, I would happily escape into the good lady’s worlds and narratives and stay there. While reading, I am reminded of one of Tennyson’s lyric interludes from The Princess: The splendour falls on castle walls                And snowy summits old in story:         The long light shakes across the lakes,                And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.         O hark, O hear! how thin and clear,                And thinner, clearer, farther going!         O sweet and far from cliff and scar                The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.         O love, they die in yon rich sky,                They faint on hill or field or river:         Our echoes roll from soul to soul,                And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. Beauty and pathos mixed into one, much like the good lady’s tales. <3 === Now to the more dry and technical parts of the piece. If you’ve no interest in the mechanics of poetry, feel free to head off. I promise I won’t mind. I will admit, the poem was intended to be a far longer work when I first started work on it, but that was quickly whittled down when I decided it’d be an acrostic. Long poems are, in addition, generally not something that most people enjoy reading. As this was a poem intended to be read by the good lady herself, it had to be kept short. The main thing I am genuinely unsatisfied with is the unusual rhyme scheme. It’s not irregular, per se, but rather it lacks a certain symmetry that I would have liked to have seen in a poem for someone whose work I sincerely enjoy. The poem’s rhyme scheme follows thus (each letter representing a rhyme word): a b b a c d d c || d e e d f f The ‘d’ rhyme appears four times in the poem as opposed to the two times of every other rhyme, which is, from a poet’s perspective both incongruous and weird in a rather untidy way. Now, ideally, the rhyme scheme of the poem would have looked like this: a b b a c d d c || e f f e g g which would have been better as each quatrain is kept self-contained in terms of rhyme; or, alternatively: a b b a b c c b || c d d c d d would have been another acceptable alternative, slowly phasing through interlocking rhymes in a similar manner to Terza Rima or the Spenserian stanza. An acrostic does pose a challenge poetically as, if I may put it this way, not all letters were created equal from a poetic stand-point. Different opening letters can create difficulties, whether it’s finding words with the correct rhythm or finding words that have a relevant meaning to the poem. Very frequently, the primary problem posed by an acrostic falls into one of three categories: words that begin with the correct letter but have absolutely nothing to do with the contents of the poem; words that fit perfectly into the poem but begin with the wrong letter; or words that have both the correctly letter and meaning but do not fit the rhythm. This last point is actually the cause of a great deal of the metrical irregularity of the piece, with frequent trochees,– as seen in the first foot of lines 1, 7, 9, 11 and 12,– and more occasional spondees,– as found in the first foot of lines 3, 4, and 14,– beginning the lines of what should be  predominantly iambic poem. Just a reminder for anyone who is less familiar with the poetic terminology, iambs, trochees, and spondees are metrical feet or stress patterns in poetry: iamb: ˘ ¯ or unstressed-stressed  (e.g. To be or not to be) trochee: ¯ ˘ or stressed-unstressed  spondee: ¯ ¯ or stressed-stressed In a short poem like this, one good skill to have is the ability to juggle the competing demands of metre and expression without being gagged by them. While one needs to express an idea within a confined space and obey the rules at the same time, one has to do things tastefully after all. An example of this would be in line 3:   ¯          ¯     /  ˘    ¯   /  ˘         ¯      /   ˘   ¯ / ˘     ¯ such   things   I   ere   had   scarce   partaken   in. While it does scan properly, it also falls rather awkwardly from a modern tongue due to the fairly archaic, but more flexible, syntax. Now if we were to expand it and rearrange the line into something more commonplace today, we can not only see how poetry condenses and re-patterns thought, but also how we ourselves have to ‘translate’ archaic poetry mentally to properly understand it.  Thus: such things I ere had scarce partaken in can be expanded to: such things [that] I [before] had [rarely] [taken part] in and can be further rearranged to make: such things [that] I had [rarely] [taken part in] [before] Moving onto structure: although I’ve split it into two stanzas, I would like to argue that the poem could and should be read, structurally, in three different ways: as an acrostic of two words, Hushabye and Valley; as an ode, with an unequal tripartite structure of strophe, antistrophe and epode; as a sonnet, with a false volta in line 9, and a true volta in line 13. I need not go into the acrostic, I think, as it’s probably the most straightforward part of the poem. The ode is where the invocation to ‘Hushabye’ plays its part. Ode are explicitly poems that laud something or someone. In addition, the structure of the poem’s primary movements can be split into three, albeit unequal parts: the strophe, in which the speaker invokes ‘Hushabye’ and describes the initial wonder that he/she experiences; the antistrophe, directed instead to the ‘Valley’ itself, where the beauty that is lauded by the strophe is exchanged from more enduring qualities like ‘tenderness’ and comfort, ‘as suggested by the word ‘languid’. The epode is the sudden change from invocation to imperative as can be seen in the verbs ‘Enfold’ and ‘bid’. As a sonnet, we have to read the poem as a single stanza. The rhyme scheme, however, supports this as it can neatly separate the poem into three quatrains and a couplet, the very same as many types of sonnet. From this perspective, the four lines beginning with ‘Valley’ instead belongs to the same continuum as ‘Hushabye’ and ‘A face…’, rather than being a distinct stanza of its own. This final way of looking at the poem, as a sonnet, is perhaps the only one which also offers a reason for the metrical shift in the final couplet. Rather than being in iambic pentameter, the two lines are actually alexandrines, i.e. iambic hexameter, with a caesura or break in the very middle of those lines, as can be clearly seen in: ‘Enfold me in your art, || and bid me never roam:’ The alexandrine is fairly unusual in English poetry but, when used in a predominantly pentametrical context, serves to slow the pace of the iambs and to create a falling motion, a perfect technique if one wanted to finish a poem in a manner that suggests as much affection as ease. === Long way to go, but if you’ve managed to get here, then you have my sincerest thanks and affection~

#notes #ode #sonnet-ish #acrostic #german romanticism