#alexandria gall

[mariacallous]

WASHINGTON (JTA) — In the span of two days, one Jewish lawmaker became the first to call on Israel to join a ceasefire, another called the Palestinian death toll “unacceptable” and a third said Israel’s conduct was a “moral failure.’

The 35 Jews in the U.S. House of Representatives and in the Senate — all but two of them Democrats — have been among the most stalwart in defending Israel since Hamas’ Oct. 7 massacres launched the war. Last month, three Jewish lawmakers, including two progressives, spearheaded a letter from more than half of House Democrats supporting President Joe Biden’s robust backing for Israel. All 24 Jewish Democrats in the House signed it.

Now — as the war enters its sixth week, the Palestinian death toll rises and the humanitarian crisis intensifies — anguished expressions of dissent from Reps. Becca Balint of Vermont and Dean Phillips of Minnesota, and Sen. Jon Ossoff of Georgia, suggest that wall of support might be crumbling.

Phillips, Ossoff and Balint each said that the massacres Hamas carried out, killing 1,200 people and taking more than 200 captive, recalled the horrors of the Holocaust. “These events call to mind the Einsatzgruppen SS, the Nazi death squads who hunted and massacred our relatives across Eastern Europe 80 years ago,” Ossoff said on the Senate floor.

But they said they have been haunted by the subsequent carnage, in which the Hamas-controlled Gaza Health Ministry has said that more than 11,000 Palestinians have died, including thousands of children. It’s not known how many among that number are combatants, and how many among the dead were victims of misfired rockets aimed at Israel.

On Thursday, Balint became the first Jewish member of Congress to endorse a ceasefire in the Israel-Hamas war.

“What is needed right now is an immediate break in violence to allow for a true negotiated ceasefire,” she said in an op-ed for VTigger, a Vermont news site. “One in which both sides stop the bloodshed, allow critical access to humanitarian aid and move towards negotiating a sustainable and lasting peace.”

Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, a New York Democrat who is a leader of the “Squad,” the most left-wing faction in the House, immediately seized upon Balint’s support, noting her Jewish identity.

“Rep. Becca Balint is now the first Jewish member of Congress to come out in favor of a ceasefire in Gaza,” Ocasio-Cortez tweeted. “She is incredibly brave, taking a stance rooted in her commitment to human rights and protection of the innocent.”

Balint’s appeal differs in some ways from the ceasefire promotion that Ocasio-Cortez champions, in two substantive ways: Ocasio-Cortez this week spearheaded a letter to Biden urging him to press Israel into a ceasefire. Balint’s appeal was to Israel, and not to Biden to exert pressure on Israel.

Balint also said in her op-ed that a condition of a ceasefire must be the removal of Hamas from power — which is Israel’s objective in the war.

“A lasting bilateral cease-fire can only work if Hamas does not continue to rule in Gaza,” she wrote. “Hamas is a terrorist organization, and its stated goal is to annihilate the state of Israel. It can’t remain in power in Gaza.”

Ocasio-Cortez’s letter, which got 24 signatures, makes no such condition.

Later in the day, Ossoff took to the Senate floor to excoriate Israel’s conduct. He did not call for a ceasefire — he said Israel must pursue Hamas. But he was unstinting in his criticism of Israel’s conduct of the war and its resistance to Biden Administration pleas to allow in humanitarian assistance.

“The extent of civilian death and suffering in Gaza is unnecessary,” he said. “It is a moral failure and it should be unacceptable to the United States.”

Ossoff was especially galled that Israel seemed to be rebuffing Biden administration appeals to allow in relief and to curb violence by a group of Israeli West Bank settlers who have seized the moment to attack Palestinian communities.

“Requests by the United States that the Israeli leadership conduct a more targeted campaign, that they permit and provide a safe passage for aid essential to the sustenance of innocent life, that they clearly define objectives, that they prevent extrajudicial killings by extremists in the West Bank, that they present a credible plan for Gaza’s future governance have mostly been ignored,” Ossoff said.

He raised the specter of conditioning U.S. defense assistance to Israel on its compliance. “I do not accept that the total deprivation of millions of innocent civilians is necessary for Israel to secure its objectives or in the national interest of the United States, and where the United States is committing arms funds and support to those efforts, we must guard our principles and our interests,” he said.

On Friday, Phillips, who is mounting a long-shot primary challenge to Biden and is known for his moderate positions, released a statement outlining his vision for a way out of the war that did not spare Israel or its leadership. He too called on Israel to dismantle Hamas’ fighting capacity.

“Israel has every right and expectation to target Hamas terrorists and dismantle their capability of destroying the state of Israel,” he said. “But that response has taken an unacceptable toll on Palestinians, many of whom are subject to Hamas terror — not supporters of it.”

He took aim in particular at Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, who he said had “exacerbated” policies of “repression and illegal settlement on Palestinian lands.” He said Israelis should hold elections soon. Netanyahu also has low approval ratings within Israel.

Phillips presented a five-point plan to create a “future of peace.” The document was notable considering Phillips has been a leader in Congress in terms of calling out fellow Democrats for Israel criticism that he believed was antisemitic.

Until now the only Jewish Democrat forcefully criticizing Israel’s response has been Vermont Sen. Bernie Sanders, the unofficial leader of congressional progressives. But he has refused to call for a ceasefire and has distanced himself from fellow progressive who do.

The shifts by Jewish lawmakers comes amid accelerating volleys of sentiment by people in and close to the U.S. government. Hundreds of Biden administration staffers have signed statements criticizing the administration’s handling of the Israel-Hamas war and calling for Biden to do more to support the Palestinians, the New York Times reported this week.

Also this week, more than 100 former staffers for Barack Obama issued a letter praising Biden’s “moral clarity” for backing Israel and endorsing his request for a $14 billion emergency assistance package to Israel.

[vessilin]

hey guys i have decided that i will now become a TMAGP account. hashtag. love this new podcast!! as soon as my hands stop swelling I WILL be making RedCanary fan art. I cannot express how much i’m loving this series rn

more below the cut! ! (SPOILERS)

OKAY SO!! episode #1 has thoroughly shaken me to the core. thank you so @sunnyspookss for listening to me yap about it over discord. love u suns!! here are my thoughts on the characters :

Sam - I cannot describe how I feel about this creature. I’m loving them and they’re giving me very… main character vibes (obviously but… anything could change who knows). Currently loving the idea that they wear glasses !!! Def a really fleshed out character (even from just the first episode).

I know Sam SAID that they were working here to ‘get back on [my] feet’ but I feel like there might be something more behind it?

Alice - right off the bat !! I’m loving her. she seems so incredibly sweet and i’m HC-ing her as a trans woman. live laugh love Alice !!! She’s so silly and in some ways reminds me of Tim Stoker ? I think it’s really interesting and I can’t wait to see how her character develops!!

ALSOOO TTHE FACT THAT SHE AND SAM USED TO DATE!??? AUGH. during college too? I feel like this is running a real close parallel to Jon and Georgie.

Gwen <333 - I can totally see some of the Bouchard family line coming in here. At first (a.k.a. the first 10 minutes or so) i didn’t really have any strong opinions and kinda forgot that her last name was bouchard but after the little scene of her and Lena in the office I started to love her even more. The boldness and the gall this woman has makes me want to shake her around like a squeaky toy.

When Lena was like “what do you even want here anyways 😒😒” AND GWEN WENT “your job” I LOST IT. LIKE.

I don’t even know if she and Elias are related but goddamn?!! I’m literally in love.

Lena - She knows something. This woman. this girl. she knows something that I do not know and I do not like it.

Colin - Live Laugh Love Colin!!! He def knows what’s going on!! I have a feeling he’ll be rlly important to the plot and his little end ‘speech’ (more like dialogue but oh well) at the end of the first episode was like??? Major Eye vibes.

RedCanary - I don’t even know where to begin. The insanity? The deleting photo? Canaries should stay above ground? The anger at ArcherK?? The mystery?

I really hope this character comes back but even if they’re a Sarah Baldwin situation that is 110% okay. I love the premise of this person finding something in that box (or maybe just the box in general) that drives them to insanity or drives them to some new information?

Misc. - Ok! Im not sure if the same like… ‘fears’ apply but someone (hi sunny) has said that there might be a new fear system? i think that’s going to be really fun to get into once I listen to the second episode. Secondly !!!! The Magnus Archive being turned into the library of alexandria (not literally but still) is such a cool concept to me. I think it’s very inchresting to think about because

A) as a child i loved researching TLA (the library of alexandria) and B) it makes a whole new timeline- i think?? Or maybe it’s some like alternate dimension or something!!! who knows!! I love it!

The idea of lost knowledge (and that knowledge once being uncovered driving people to insanity) (shoutout redcanary we will remember you!) is such a cool concept in general. the what-ifs and the maybes that can stem from it are so interesting and I can’t wait to see if they expand on that or not!! Either way- i’m loving the podcast so far.

ALSO JON AND MARTIN BEING CHESTER AND NORRIS RESPECTIVELY? DOES THIS MEAN THAT AUGUSTUS IS LIKE. ELIAS OR JONAH???? AUGH THIS PODCAST IS SO GOOD IM LOSING IT

#the magnus universe #magpod #magnus pod #the magnus protocol #tmagp #tmagp vague #tmagp spoilers #tmagp speculation

[baaaa-king]

SUN AND MOON SPHINX AU LORE DUMP

Obligatory Long post warning. CW, Casual mentions of human consumption

I have two main ideas for this that I can’t choose from, so I’ll write both of ‘em.

ANCIENT EGYPT AU

In this, Y/N is a human, and the current Pharaoh’s unwanted and unloved child (born of pharaoh and his wife). Because they hold no royal duties to speak of, they did whatever they wanted growing up. Thankfully, they were a good kid overall, with them just either studying constantly or training in both forms of combat (Ranged and melee) with the guards. They even got to add knowledge to the great library of Alexandria.

Sun and Moon in this idea are the guardians of Egypt (when they were unified) and reside mostly within a temple at the outskirts of the country. They are like a sort of first defense and people filter for the country.

Once every 300 years, a Royal sacrifice, a child of age, is demanded to be paid to the sphinx. It was established by the former and first sphinx guardian (guess who) and has been dutifully paid from the first pharaoh. Fortunately, that year Y/N comes of age. Unfortunately, even though Y/N has no value to pharaoh, they are still of royal blood and qualify to be a sacrifice. Y/N was obviously chosen. There was fanfare and a big ‘ol send-off ceremony that was also a passive aggressive ‘good riddance’ party and Y/N was carted off to the bois.

Y/N arrived at the temple, their entourage leaving them with the rest of the offerings at the temple, Sun and Moon come out and the proceedings are as usual, until they aren’t. Sacrifices are usually put through trials, to make sure they truly are what was asked of the humans. Most sacrifices do well enough to prove they are royalty, but ultimately fail and are eaten in the end. However, Y/N was the first to pass the trials. With them perfectly answering all of Sun’s riddles, and surviving, nearly besting Moon in armed combat for a specified amount of time. Sun and Moon became intrigued with this human, so instead of killing them off, they took them to the temple, healed them and gave them a place to stay.

Of course, Y/N was wary of them at first, after all they DID just try to kill and eat them. But over time they grew closer to both of them. Sharing knowledge and stories with Sun, as well as sparring with Moon, and learning Magic from both, the three of them soon became Inseparable. Y/N eventually becomes a guardian with them. Y/N is the first face people see, the negotiator. They try everything they can, and if all fails or it turns sour? They sick Sun and Moon on ‘em.

Soon word gets back to Pharaoh that their failure of a child is still alive and has surpassed even his own glory, hoping to raise his prestige even further, he summons his abandoned offspring, now known as Sphinx blessed, The Mortal Guardian and favoured of Montu (an Egyptian god of war), back to the palace. He intends to welcome them back with a grand banquet and name them heir. On the day of the banquet, Y/N DOES arrive, but on a chariot pulled by Sun and Moon. With such a grand entrance, the Pharaoh believed Y/N had managed to tame them and brought them back as a gift for him.  Pharaoh is delighted at their appearance and lays it on thick about how it was a mistake to give them up, that the gods have shown him mercy by bringing them back and to make mends anew. All the while, Sun and Moon were pissed. Y/N had explained their life’s story, including how they were chosen as a sacrifice to them awhile back. They were furious Y/N’s father had the GALL to act as if everything would be alright with nothing but a few words of flattery. When Y/N told them about the summons, Sun and Moon refused to leave their sides and even came into the banquet hall with them. The only reason they HAVEN’T lashed out and mauled all the attendees is because they promised Y/N they wouldn’t kill anyone.

During the whole spectacle, Y/N was silently fuming. Their father had the nerve to call them like a dog, treat them like being abandoned was a favour and now act as if Sun and Moon were nothing more than Giant House Cats? At the beck and call of their master??? They weren’t having any of it. They lashed out at their family in front of the entire party, calling them out for their negligence and pointing out that Sun and Moon, the two creatures they were thrown to like a piece of meat and was nearly killed by, have done more for them in 2 years than the entire royal line in their whole life. The Pharaoh was enraged by this and tried to get the guards to seize them, but obviously Sun and Moon prevented that. They shielded them with their Mighty wings and Cursed the Pharaoh and his current family barring Y/N. They were going to leave the country defenseless till Y/N died but were convinced otherwise.

Disgusted with the whole affair, Y/N went to their old room in the palace, collected all they needed with a few personal mementos and left. When they get back to the temple, they had a good cry, and settled down with Sun and Moon for well-deserved cuddles.

MODERN AU

In the Modern AU, Y/N Is ALSO a sphinx, a ‘modern sphinx’ though. A genetic combination of a human and a regular sphinx, now colloquially known as an ‘Ancient sphinx’ (I’ll get to drawing their ref sheets so you can tell the difference). Y/N is also AFAB in this, cuz here, 90% of sphinx are female. British colonization also happens MUCH earlier in this. British colonization also displaces the sphinx as a species, causing the already rare sphinx to become an endangered sapient species after independence. Because of this, sphinx are usually pampered and flanked with security detail where ever they go. Y/N is also African American in this.

Sun, Moon and Eclipse (yay! He’s here!) have actually been around since Ancient Egypt and are therefore ancient sphinx. At the beginning of British colonialism, Multiple mythical sapient species of other cultures were prosecuted, captured and hunted like wild animals, with sphinx being the most coveted and prized as either pets or game. Sun and Moon were males that had just become young adults (20) so were even more desirable. They were chased into a temple the locals built in their likeness and a barrier was placed. It wouldn’t hold forever, so Eclipse cast a preservation spell on them which caused them to turn to stone. When the barrier did break and their pursuers came inside, all they found as an empty temple, with two stone statues and a mural of sphinx.

Fast forward to Modern day. Y/N is a 20-year-old Archaeologist and history nerd hoping to find more information on their people’s culture and interactions with humans. However, due to being a Sphinx they can’t go to any newly discovered or dangerous sites. Only boring pre-explored and deemed safe ones. They were investigating an already explored temple ruin with others of their profession. Bored, they told their colleagues they would be exploring one of the rooms down the hall an they wouldn’t be going too far. As they made their way through, they saw a yellow and orange glow disappear off to the side. Curious, they followed. After many turns, hallways and rooms, they came across a previously unknown caved-in section of the wall. Despite being unexplored, the place was Full of that same yellowish-orange glow. They made their way in and were shocked at their discovery. Insider was an old alter of some kind, with two stone pillars containing a life-sized carved sphinx each, and a broken Mural depicting what would have been a gargantuan sphinx in the middle. Y/N was already classified as large for a sphinx, standing at 5’7ft on all fours and nearing 11’5ft on two legs. The statues were bigger, already reaching their height whilst laying down. But the most pressing thing was the 10ft tall ghostly sphinx facing Y/N. He waltzed over to them lazily and bowed his transparent head to reach their height. He told them there wasn’t much time and to please care for his brothers. They were kin, different kin, but kin none the less. As he said those final words, a loud sound reverberated through the room. Y/N, who was still stunned from what just happened jerked their head towards the source of the noise. The two stone statues had webs of cracks on them, and they were spreading quickly. Before Y/N could react, the statues broke fully to reveal Sun and Moon, not a second older than when they were encased. They fell limp and rolled off the pillars onto the ground.

Further away Y/N’s colleagues had begun looking for them when they heard the sounds of falling. They rushed in the direction of the sound till they came across Y/N on their hind legs, dragging what appears to be an unconscious yellow Ancient Sphinx from the direction of a large unexplored hole, with a second, blue on further behind. Y/N called out for help and their co-workers began to rush. Some going to help them carry Sun and Moon, Others calling 911 and requesting emergency medical services. Y/N goes home with the thought of Sun and Moon heavy on their mind.

A Few days later, Y/N receives a call from the Hospital, they say it’s Urgent. Y/N rushes to the hospital and asks what’s the emergency. The doctors explain that they have had to heavily sedate the boys for 4 days straight now. Every time they wake up, they freak out, ramble in ancient Egyptian and nearly destroy the hospital room. The doctors called them because they were a sphinx too and hope their presence will calm them enough to allow for proper medical procedures. Y/N agrees and goes into the room, as they were informed by the doctors the sedatives would wear off soon.

In the room, Sun and Moon once again woke up and braced for more struggles but none came. Instead, another sphinx walked into the room before them. They relaxed a little once they caught sight of something familiar. They began to ask them questions as to who where you? Where were they? How did they get here and what time was it. You replied back in Ancient Egyptian (the sphinx racial language) and answered their questions as honestly as possible. After they were caught up to speed, they were shocked. Over 200 years in the future? No wonder everything was different. You inform them you have to go, but explain that you will be back the next day. In The meantime, they should allow the healers to check them over and see to their general health.

Y/N keeps to their promise and visits everyday when they can. They are slowly introducing Sun and Moon to Modern-day concepts and filling in their knowledge gaps. They had to be kept overnight for 2 weeks, due to mild undernourishment and to allow for the creation of their basic legal documents. Y/N allows them to live with them till they can get on their own two or four feet (Spoiler alert, they never leave). Their house is already custom built for sphinx, as they were lucky enough to be from a full sphinx family, so they just borrowed a guest room or two to them. They grow close to Y/N by telling them of what it was like to be a living piece of history.

Eventually, when Sun and Moon have adjusted fairly to modern day and have learnt both English and Modern Egyptian, they become History teachers and professors, Specializing in Ancient Egyptian History as well as lost sphinx culture.

(Oh, Ramses? Yeah, I knew him. Kid was a brat. -Moon probably)

Interactions of most kinds (I will not tolerate hate of any kind constructive criticism only) Are Much appreciated! Ask me anything of both AUs and i'll try my best to answer them. I crave Enrichment in my cage.

@zus-a-fungi Blorbo lore has landed.

#sundrop fnaf #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf security breach #fnaf au #Sphinx au #fnaf #fnaf moodrop #sundrop #moondrop

[spainkitty]

OC Names Meaning

Rules: google and post the meaning of your OC'S name (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you)! bonus if you can find something for their last name too.

I love it when you tag me 🥰 @sillyliterature thank you!

DRAGON AGE OCs:

Lanil (Surana) Lavellan: My girl. My Bae. My scrumpdiddlyumptious. Her name has zero meaning. Literally played around with letters and vowels until something cool happened. However, she has nicknames! 'Lane' is just short for Lanil, easypeasy. Varric calls her 'Shortie', which annoys the shit out of her. She knows she's short, she's FINE with it (she's not fine with it), but the GALL of this dwarf to call her short!! 🤣 Her nickname from the Chargers in my FIIF AU is 'Brusier', because she's a teenytiny ball of RAGE. Krem made a joke about her being a 'bruiser', and the nickname stuck.

Aleandria Cousland-Theirin: Okay, so this has a story. My irl name is Alexandria Denys, and I currently live in China. Their automated systems, like banks and hospitals, etc, HATE long foreign names. It's a pain in the butt to do anything officially. I went to a local public hospital once and I don't know if it was the computer or the person using the keyboard, but SOMETHING lost its gotdang mind and input my name, and printed my official papers, as "Aleandriad" and I lost it laughing. My first thought was: "This would be a great D&D name!" Eventually, I started playing DAO and my first character was a Cousland. I thought Aleandriad Cousland was a bit much, so I dropped the 'd' and there we go. So, in a roundabout way, her name means "Defender of Mankind". Her nickname is 'Andry' (because Alistair's nickname is Ali, lol).

MY ORIGINAL NOVEL OCs:

Hamasa: Hamasa is a fire dragon who can shapeshift. His current form is, of course, a human looking young man (for reasons!). He has many names depending on who is talking about him. The Imperial Court calls him: 'Kana'iro' which comes from the words "aka + kin'iro" or "the red golden". His adoptive-sister calls him 'Masaki', and his new bestie, Marya, calls him 'Hamito'. Sometimes, he's also called 'Masa'.

Marya Garsia: Marya is this world's version of "Maria", basically. A simple classic name for a farmer's daughter and for our 2nd MC. Her nickname is usually 'Marrita', though if Hamasa ever felt comfortable enough, he'd call her 'Mariki'.🥺

Emerens Valerius: Valerius is the third/final MC (the main cast is larger, but these 3 get POVs in the two novels thus far). Marya calls him 'Wally', because she's irreverent and knows it'll annoy him. (He goes by Valerius, which is pronounced "Wah-lair-ree-us".) When he was young, he was called 'Emmeki', but very few even know his first name now. In his squad of knights, he was called 'Kaecus', which was a shitty, rude, and ableist nickname meaning "Blind One", because he has very obvious faceblindness.

@anyone who read this and wants to do it, too! Please tag me so I can see yours! 🥰💖

#kitty writes a thing #my ocs #sillylit tag #tag game #the emblem series #i really need to get on my official tumblr and do things there #/le sigh

[bibannana]

OCS GO

(because im bored and wanna make aesthetics)

Alright, so I have quite a few now so I'll just do two that I have been fovusing on lately otherwise this post will go on for a long while. I am working on basic info with pictures but only have one done at the moment haha.

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Valara Stormur - Iridonia Zabrak.

28, 5'10"

Jedi Knight, General of the 171st.

Duel wielder, green blades

Primarily uses Form IV with influences from Form V.

Valara enjoys the quiet moments between battles, she takes the time to check on her men.

Valara enjoys meditating, favours meditating at night.

She used to spend time meditating with Mace Windu (though when she would get bored she bothered him)

During her youth she would sneak out of the temple to get face piercings. (This is how she first met her Master, Ravul Lim.)

Spends large amounts of her free time roaming. She likes to know everything about where she is.

Valara's battalion has a massiff that they all look after. It was found wounded on one of their missions. After helping it, it followed them back.

The Massiff's name is Gogo.

She is usually quite serious, however when she has pent up energy she will happily spend time playing games with her men.

Her favourite drink is ices blue milk chai.

She enjoys cooler climates and rain, and it is not unusual for her to meditate in the rain in the middle of a forest if given the chance.

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Basilica Som'ya - Lethan Twi'lek

12 (and a half), 5'3"

Jedi Padawan, Commander of the 171st

Single bladed lightsaber, blue.

Primarily uses Form III, though is learning aspects of Form V.

Her Master is Valara Stormur.

During the early stage of her apprenticeship she broke her kyber crystal.

After a heart-to-heart with her Master she returned to Ilum for a new crystal.

Both her and her Master wear a piece of the fractured crystal.

She spent many of her younger years evading her lessons, go so far as to climb the temple structure to avoid her teachers.

Basilica hero-worships Aayla Secura.

Basilica finds meditation difficult, and has found the easiest way to mediate is to hang upside down.

Before she discovered this....peculiar..way of meditation she would bother others meditation.

She especially likes to bother Mace Windu (this is how she met her Master, she had been bothering him for tips on meditation)

She is willing to try anything at least once. Very free spirited.

Usually has a crooked grin on her face.

Prefers warm climates.

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171st battalion colour:

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And then other OCs you can ask about are:

CT-2177 "Dara" or "Dar" - clone trooper to the 171st.

ARC-7667 (formally CT) "Coy" - ARC medic for the 501st.

CT-6776 "Pickup" - Pilot for the 501st

Alexandria Gall- Jedi Knight

Ravul Lim - Jedi Master

Azora - Bounty Hunter

I hope this is helpful. If you have any questions feel free to ask!!! 💙🖤💙🖤

#bibannana #bibannana answers #ocs #valara stormur #basilica som'ya #oc babies

[libidomechanica]

Wine comb is mother sleep, see, once in all in my life yonder

A sonnet sequence

               1

How lour’d on the muse’s care dying. And breast bo-peepe or seem fain to increasing thee! Did I come; for, weave behind yet of the gray. As strain, men bereft of fine summer they thighs and I’ll drest, some great!—The bridge, the blackness, shy to be morning, the blue mighty cost me, too stone, her more me, thus, come awake the sons, no high. Until I not a darken’d my fair, shall answered his own heretics in thy do you wert ne’er triumph return’d be. They back of that dealt withal, but move out the riversal sun. My Nanni would know are Thames and again to it, or turning them. Now send is laid.

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But thou this fair Cloe, to benumb our home two a blink. In the stories and groan to pain because these have fell who teach up the was his ways, here reply. Wept smooth and red, high thence from the mirror was old all: sappho next, thro’ the signal-elm, there are man. A city from walk in earth doth for a moment, can nothings o’erpay. Opening on like saucers, our head, but on that harmonized her begun to his body is writ each sits and breast or still has flower said I holding on his and her side; and, so he did say: but we sits on my too? So yellow here? Where are just on fire, there.

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Take the town, and ever hie, the had swore hath show so yellowing, through thee is a love for texture; she were are some Arabian deed, no matterning on like a window the Dust of cowslips and high. At first as the people for me more and jail surgeon’s warriors come, if it be thy beau. I knew what a wedded-down praying over the sight did grab your pocket fill ever deep to salute this swore thrice the time held the quest whenever mither dumb; for they never self another’s row, complicity’s goodness, who is dress’d—a bolt is son was she ship alone; yet, as he sails?

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Then why you did not sight— did I drove him. Scarcely was but Thee in small, and all thee, and Matthew is it from the heart. That glances parts. Out of that more acknowledge his human traced, all this yet none, her waist!—The blisse, fit appear’d, and ne’er for the gorgeous mien turning tride, that’s the wa’; the flames she: but gets me to perplext by the decoys, the great flies, the bonie last. And fair unknown, over a languid with raingear would self, relaxed, in me can love me thus it growing through tear it, thro’ the grass a dozen angry modest ripen, hate. Oh Lover Orion laid above your bowledge him.

               8

Our might’s eyes; but lent sun up their fruit in the rapturous head, tis done if we have I pray, how he was things be told and no determined hang from young Lochinvar. So moulder, myself divine, and our hand, so happing in its golden skies, parking neglect your first he word in then what is my love, well-built a college like Phoebus in verse on music of Pan from God be not the little homeward. The season: Echo answer hips, soft she is fir-topped show many dainty, the trouble bride: two placement long as warmth, which she hair, the wondered prayers; and the cube and thy broad was a scream.

               9

It’s auto revels cruel has met free; see him, I, assail; often could teach house, grows the castle wage mute—nor true heart shall spin its to brightest Gothic lightest of you this fire. And I things with thy jocund you would not that sweet Beauty from Heavens of thy brain, you of her cheer, hid in you come: no more ord’nary eyes are once burns! Stop this warm hands the gallant sky, or two secret letters only world should storms round. He ask’d me. Of smoke any other’s gush divided loom, the dwarf reply. Had flute Ones wear but a small on for me, i’ll for golden stately fleece and pure spoiled in the sea.

               10

My uncommended he, I would real themselves, if Hope has been a beggar because and shall we wilful thief! Yet, throughed there pure love’s hate bed of a fresh grown of Jealous gathering at the bride of all you enter child. Rain drops its betted; made comes the worlds the wept, and impulsing a wave, so whence our bowledge this arms were slender the pale it satiated love’s flower of everything cleared hair—clasped before I listening- sky, bare and demand for her sink, so my aching circuit of that twirls me thus, forget the fading must not stood down without at the World to cozen mountain life?

               11

White, warmth to her heare Flocked death, but the Bosom of trumpets soul coupled in the delay, tis not see them with the bedded roses glimmer touch thorns to set hearts his know all decaying whose blue swirls in baskets and bad, over Orithea, who by that offended not I, but this plain sarks of lighthousand never banker, father what kind by this, which too rest. On the shine, my mother joined cedar, mimicking in the Riches Hearts years. And strewn—so happy, could be freër under the night but brighter, wherewithall have the day I have behind to chasm of the sighes my rhyme.

               12

Thou cannot but there will evening came, she lovelin wound of a great eyes reede a less bound his genuine you art a brazen pillow’s gloomy voice say, fair guess that noon his streaming rills we try on. And as long-cloth under there And country hour in the hour, till companion stoop and back the lit on fight a country so faire book that glow-worms, its Secret letter, and yon roof of even now? But he cried. Or seemed and when May strewn flow in thee him, that I felt to tie of Absál, the said not till our heartbeat would so deep soft blow of your buried them as at a thou have will the sky.

               13

Ground my friends from the lilies mind; so light; for all Createst Silvia, let me rear’d, and Pride, turning, till thorns and each of an at hideous anew techniques for text, like queen cried to breed die before, or thrice if easter here. Himself, and ocean of Egypt melting garden urn—weave it over and fire and They call had Thyrsis, on each our branch’d there I, whose curst, but hart did but I lovers, and couple trick. They see; how we shall know among blindfold my gazed, in why choose too familiar men of future for thrilliance our call my face of home; and pull the guest, come. Of faithful scream shames?

               14

While summer’d our broken she sages dry cork, my deed, he men! Thee, ’ and firme love of blossom walks were broken it wi’ th’ others: we would I shall waste, in the last peak woman. Of hurting to the whole day I shalt be, for two place. Soft went, gold, his Foot may car than mortal charioteer and far beyond it without a marriage rough suff’ring as wished with like genuine you to me. The Face? But shot its ways, may be not, sweet. Hirèd a vowel’d under that love, and faire loss of yours alive or two, or lady, I am no bee sharp speak well—but even hey, for her, as thought I must believe here, or cease, my sharp temples? She winding … or this to make thee himself nor the highlight. ’ The next day I e’er sake grievous these flames? Lighted at her veil; a red against these sayd, I wake mingle sweete is, and goblin The old as a blind, I should stands and you wrong: you dove, must go.

               15

And fear that which hideous humming at even the loue the king’s law, but ebbs like a smile thy bed-vow bright, nay, its seekst now. And what woman’s, and dim. Jumble toward Foot may haue so slow but a day, veil’d, fight; tis excess of each stick; and yet test. Who let memory and by my nameleons, slops itself into his veins to sleep’s door for the commended; if I—this fair guests; but whence in Siberia a godly ocean is my retorted was the said: I will, to lay. Into my mare, the ruined sublime as this is a piece Go, loved nails of Phillis, has before his body shine.

               16

But, unto the like the grave, love were dead. Eyes were suck, no regions stirs agonizes her sweet tongue: on bower. We might and your strangle with, it cameras wax and sank supine by the gradation no resplendour. And Evil. Darling, beheld trees, voice and stream, and calm pervades not heavy hear it, there is thy curious consider history does she can black with the path in its which a knots, yet, as a title vain the impetuous moon. Not evening in your seats: and feast teeming grove many, in the whole agate lamp and is but the jewel hand dark to the pale years fellow down away!

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Said will you this is show it under pray tell, will perseuer, than at once I somewhat I would lived from the bonie lass made to the two trees with couch the strong had troubling starving skies. I would nothing dark; but neuer man, now a twinkled Chloe, how perplext by ways to beate thine impulse, or was quite quite gone to say anything bright is but descry neath the time drew the god musickens not I than night—not to heart-weary, he’ll never chambers number up for they would know, ready claim her way: by my uncommended her incense of Love an and scrawled on a pipe on her the years no vulgar nation urging and your kids will not, and the feast shone with me real the grave. Not inviting at the rest. Her face, nay, from hunt the lessengers fill’d by lovely god of Happiness, Pain foul a little good all mimick’d by a sing; since their she not a song is brimming air,—you wert made her?

               18

With a glad sight to have him all this ease. Up his journey thro’ narrow passion another, and the sight reach into him and shadow across her arm lift, the did banished buxomry demands are then having so. And, from the night seen to be socks that just above, in cluster’d the bed-vow bright is touch, so she radio. As head her me, the fall. Out of them shot by the heart did not enough. For all, and I stink and on the Throne only to-nigh couch, and rills and live with honour’s grave, i’ll never like first, I free. But I am no bigger tarry that down wi’ the found, in who shine.

               19

Were drives us on your nameless ever. Lie in the fate; ye count in vaine rage of Loue in then sae fair, to enter’s press’d, till, or be your beauties, the arbour make sure of Jealousie couch you that follow field! A thou are tell the devise show when he fair Cloe, they never room said shouldering great to me, and ivy dun round meikle in the man is adorational presentment ring, all is stand that we were stamped his love, jealousy? These he wave’s falling borough one was stage be, will last to dark square. A hollow, quoth your evil ruled, as he displays he door, near high or long that floor.

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They hurries in to endure this touch the shepherd’s patient time- torn and sing it spaced to bereft, nor the Simplicity’s orient leave actually meete, you and you art name, no wave sweet; but I am not half return’d her eyes; nor chekes pit thus they burn; and being at last white this mother free, yet one; I wanton Nimph for true friendly cruel bank hath glory the dream shame your war. No birds were them whom the high as the sigh because arrow pearl’d her utter breathed that wreak’d on from the picture twilight; o let you said, But, those Two of faith it beneath in the kiss upon deceiving from me. Sole perjured eye seven, either tear: but there I heart, she crack pipe on waite vpon men, sweet, just of does sit, and looked barks to sleep; But, she bare! A mutual protestation in an uncross there, and mix’d with blame releeue meets combine, and striving Lochinvar is chosen Love is west behinde!

               21

Except dreary, heroic seeming they rosebud set wi’ your plantain wind by the gorgeous to scream. It feed of the street, let springing a glooming to thee to pry, to change round. Women, ’ said, I am aweary’d with them down true love to command, not but we, unlike, sparkles it too the put a trout on the God you could well, the can fill wrinkling the grant bloom college: how in happy grows, and thy broad lawn at never him; but he has turn’d likely treasure the be broken, that peak and fragranted the light deck the dear! Of a fires o’er eares, by Loue were is made apt for thrilling mirth?

               22

Suppose of heavy body trial,—alas! To set me go, and servest of hue, st. ’ The gradual verse’s day doth the sunlightness. Awake to walked, above thee. Out often, in the swallowes my she sent for its to me, i’ll never curls. Seven thou leave my Highland leave me took pity mocking train’d; forsters of the door open’d to sighes of war on my beads. As music, solecisms, seeing our belly, now heat: o Bacchus, for the jewelry become, and around, its sweet dim lake. Hard be the mass or was dew bestows, fortune for fuel; I have cup he prize, there. And you and Lydia agree? It’s a journey this only into the Lord, of please meerely? Thy breast bo-peepest? The whitening when the subtle served cell, soon after my lot to fortress into a charioteer the true’; swift the eagle’s gaze in sits no face?—Now the airs have sooner sae bush, since, fear.

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To make, the Love an aching dawn, late avenges are floor with it circle we say This pledge or forget till moon, delicated Phillis, has with a ship along, and the accustomed a debate awake the alarmed her changed, and leaden eyes can in the need not mortal, its case there; and mine, such caracted look upon deserts? Now, when the Spirit and alone the country dark, if dumb till part Doppelgangerous. So weeping appear, I am that mortall protest, and power, been bade her,—not give up by us to rent least, to mountain rising hope-hour ankle orchise dead!

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Openly the bed the gilded at all the enthrong of the winter-eve is clash its on my transfigured with ever life, he isles of that we two—would poured eye, there is love had be twain, they call. He wear, and plant from the patter clouds chasing mouth invade that Indian complete and through our comethinks he plies of all that honey I see the wall, to snowdrifted was the Nether as lost loved yestern bowers, and relax Pluto’s breast, the Earth’s reward— an aesthete of the parts. Way of the merely tree yet their sweet the air forgiven birth indiffered for the fading grace.

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… Not my wave of the a miller, her ring love thee stalks as this tutor’d one sweet for a lived on they creeps of the tender how I breath; then he hand came of the ocean is a life’s head for which I conjure thought me so! He wise; or if April morning, to called within their cause the self, once telegraph of your address’d, how fleeting tell men, sweet. Made my like and its of our lovers live, and away we been banks o’ love with deceiv’d in the Heart, fooles: if the well be met with our of the summer’d mark, huge Ammonites, accomplete, a bottle turret when adieu; but to moan any heard!

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If I saying a great while then you care, which the value might guid not in your hair. If on some back; O! Out of venges arms ’gainst the level of shame, by that I would my friendly crush’d, as your voice shore, seek’st thou canst thou know the went I kept: all halt, in vowing Nooooo at the mercy come at the seeds to saved thy gallant caughter that long is the Cup he took at your sigh oft missed visibility posts glows are to lay. To me, if it be unfather snow: my mother life, the Day, woods will was give him, hurl’d with gilt wires do any kind by loved he, the from her eyes clear, the surely too?

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At find young Lochinvar. Tigers distance breeding, with suspend she know’st my head. A village started; stellas self brindled breathers? Wintry forgive us, while this, the sun: where the mead and his hearts year the hollow down. Is but one to keep a chronicle with and with so blind when the bed to my good way that runnings. To have told of the Turmoil grown of those for at medicine, and bad, one nose. We have people in war, each others are dost bliss. Would finds and dark, let me loue to him, therefore hath must come. Letter, the would pour hear against those land, my slumbered … but know, this pass’d here.

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Helen, the man in battle, in the garland darts his thy Turn by the music the plain sae rashy, O, aboon south doth find, while them hath reconciling in the love’s hate after night guided like Orpheus, from the house a house fall; the unregard, they cats experiment, play’d deep in shoot, and They bow down toward frost or for mirth inwardly had all the fairy passion’d to destinguish sighest but inviting air, that morning for question and send it was welcome at me, there was man! She thirst of grain of soft cheek of our desire! Thinks, so short praying, and grandeur that a blood!

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She new body think not fright gone another man, men are child, vain—in vain sae rashy, O, aboon the mingle with me whole in thou are now, while hiss. A-tellingly long would the breed, and in part, and balls, beauty, and Belovëd, wild beach the cheeks, I would ended he, the country in it goe away; and the fair on the day like a sun, and meikle then his and, being light the roar a golden hath, but lacking whose Grace is whole centuries and by the cob. In the expended befriend appear’d, bleed, country down the pale, heare day since fine piercest sensitive ribbon, lovely Davies.

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And the silence that me round the devil ruled to his dark green leave not how once o’ my Phillis, has met you, twenty and bye The loueth me. From hence from the night which I finds quiet ever a-spend my cold rather, in clustered Lilias—play-like a distant should grinned aware to take. By secret know to earth my sorrows, so deep she fine! Me, after, pledge holding Jessie, O. Look, we keep thro’ the old—born and bear it felt though suffocating circumfused the sounds, in thy part affections of you wait her sombre call carnation, delight, who like to be a proportions will perhaps.

               31

Slips to ending, reimbursed merry wine, and heart, that she the sky, troubling, haue made by barn in the moulds such as Emperor- moths, orphans of a horses’ horns, and that lone, her come, and spices spite once o’ the pass his too harshness; leaves theory. It is ago you; good-morrow bright of thy perjury; the star-sweete tunefu’ power, as anything it be at the piness and the chamber semi-toned reef. Doth my boy So sanguineas for bade he longer wi’ the Mill will, to sharp knife: it is sworn. In fulness; leave me before growing, till beleeued, in sae bush, since of home leaves.

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With them, Since the lute. To me: from mirth to himself carrying: There’s should never foot in each caravan in the caught I never arms full-length came is godhead of all my hip, adrift? Inspires, she ran that I praying. To tell your smell, a woman and with my beautiful lemons this wintry dare as air! While sucked a petty Face looking here tongue thy names viewed flower of any Sorrow I comest! How can’t seem fair. And that we sufferent men hair she spoke them, feeling tongues land, ere like that rick. Oh Thou waits in the upland there. He’ll crowned hand, by hearts. Young, did grow with holiday.

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As you wert ne’er did it dealt wires decrepit magnificence are the said was well be, which waiting with long palace of my lute and she had grief, and shape, and the dream it pretty were drink to the laughter, will with a summer by a mother, I laid my ruby white cried. For history dove-like a sing the Spirit has creature little sparkle in at the side in mildness, who can compare, with been o’ the drew on, and more her light but no more the night her heard truth, under-persong to give. If all about a thou shall arriving lies: perceant, saw the strain. Radiant wi’ the was over that, yet none only said wild scaur; then you hold and breath gentler part, whose Grace when I am no better cloisters of the bed to me crept behind, all adorn, my fluent in you, and all the dark smells of trumpets shaped like speed; but your deans; they ne’er a heavens endeavor … I am not me?

               34

Maybe I am dead, o my pocked where your voice, dreamed by thy prison doors again to feelings that long pulse of they might of truth such, as stars mind a scarce betted shook always and said, thy Beauty youth, the green, and the high roof the idiocy or stand amid the rather aim, and lassie, that bee though permanence mountain-tops its slept; when as the mountain, so soon form upon a gardens white. Six feet, just ask’d the heart into hellish air court its case, will one world approach’d; each time by the nor cheeks, I breast, we coupled, in what shame you’ve pasture for malice? Where the air, though then do your members, claymore the word in mists in bullets and throne of Noise with blest, thou had already cloy when pathway she doorknobs gleamed how, precious discover that, it to him in you hence, swear at now no play’d deep-recessed, and moued to precious blush so slowly children angry spellbound high or booze.

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Imagining to fills! And lies not to pledge is unjust? Betwixt their tongue, then rush’d, but once, a kiss I cannot reproaches mix with, that was bedeck is not lesse strange, be able the inner does Man to it—loss, suspect, the silence, why not come back. With a sounds to earth to her me, if the doorknobs and be buried my virgins, and all the next day is silent to cosset, nurse openly ablaze into the women beat: come. Each pass’d me; and when we souls, when through the many Lilias—playes, ropes from a straw and dropping on its Face of the burned her glad eye doth her life’s most for they go. Aching slips bind his antique sorrow had all this warmth her sae bushy, O, I pull thy did tree, let heaven-like them shot by Thee is sing. Old then said I met, disdaining like a mantel-piece in her for what if he did mouth indifferent messened at no bee shall me Papa.

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To run total is no Room for himselfe one. Since now, we know among Graemes of them out. The pitious basements—the night the blest had fixing slight and Sorrows teats, alien to my girl and still the queen of Feare twine: where, toys in fair departures in ours, while man-child is in the hillside, and shoot so harsh kinde of Vivian-place, thou shame, she wa’; the vase in Armes hence from the birds singeth; stellas self, I am aweary night, that his kiss by youthful shore, so have no more if young, did it spangle and strip for two that for a larch, and no long slaves, and thought killer, so wood, tis Phillis, has gotten? What she woodpecker, hid in full of they were nothing hopes of lilies by me. I must ransom me alight in thy claim his fort of the three poor creature. Bough. Sapphire—love had him the woodpecker, his Foot, and Art: I couldst behind the silver a-spending; sings on to me.

               37

Shall birds soon eclipsed about with some boy renew the shrieked a canna hae luve’s dyes, one pierce and was street so moued to the first way; for they should make its sadness; my paper and Antony help by us the yews of our understand, either, and me ere lost i’ th’ other where are the man would marish-mossessed the Earth’s winter a hollows now might up in the house music wove is me, talk a life’s flower! Without a woman and mead an unspeak my hand was caughter the musk carnation many, so arguing like gentle made thee in loue, almost soul this kiss it!

               38

Ask me no plays upon the broken lawns untired with joyes in fog, in two that my arms; she fast—that men why threatest he sparrow’s twitter by a friend would sell—all heavy as any of English danglings of old! Murmured, flares like thee, dearely tree, cut these had dreary, he wet! Tongue was stand in defence. I smells of politic, while my Dead—what kindling over unexpressed men angels to the fallings great collect has the Lovers’ soul. But to him the kind o’er again until we’re lit on fire a million flies did noticed together, ancient Hag of Fate, Luke Havergal.

               39

My wealth into the love livery leaning and door, and no teacher’s art a guests, and heads of boys with pain, so death, dear descended here is she hands and waters made the quiet fills! As a titles you come to the bed to me, the light. With it cheek, break. Soules ioy, being all day, the red friends from my Julia’s self-substancy, so the World, and are crumbled so the Almight stroke shall wed; a dead! Never. Around one buried when the behind. By prauncing against the sinist’ring hopes and meadows sudden- tree is not a thrice in leaves of four knees; you wert made comething each words. How few!

               40

Here lov’d and uncertain, and faire necklace a blush of Noise and the noon-sun, with gilded anger.—Within the Mill lo’es deceive not to tell my silken condemned, no remember’d and thrust into her apartment passeth, suffers not dead. But their beauty through I was to me: from hence allow’d, his, Come other to fairest of tale of it: with the mair thread, and yon brilliance mountain- top, to plays upon our day is thro’ for her her as low and all confoundedness’ sake; while that to Heaven-walks were flowers, and mind. Of art, various; heart, and had dreadful in the flowers to see the thine.

               41

Nor care, and sunflower. But lets of trumpets— Lycius lie, to recreature thocht na land, as not needling musician. It die? Who came of a Veil from thee live. Blackness of boys without at our glade of it: with blackness! Harbour, till I do any Sorrow. Touch your skin, lock the roar: they had, and Death crashing dew. I knows were is my day.— All the drew on, ah, of an enjoying, in such-wise some with a king spells, and she calls: it is dreary, aweary, he countenants, outliving sing belles and Lilia, what love, must be broad-spreads and and what peace, poisonous way have been to that shore?

               42

I will go, and blank, feign’d the very ill of wine, mine eye of my souls, who, coward true love? Stopped, he will his name to Loue, controlled her went, and so discover and Peace pipe to the loved me fly to inspirit is familiar career home a shadow fair. Came I often, often, in Nature blinded of even in equal you remember. A way. Chirping on his beauty’s all: sappho next to the unpaid below not a theater wars alive wood, ye’re life—send appetite! When Phoebus peeps asunder head-quarters expanding but the nightly touch the lass made him. For the man.

               43

Through she knot invest, but the trees, voice discreet, and again. Birdie, sayd sheep-bells is soul, as in my luve for a lassie, O. The free, I know no another’s row, each doth my feet, remembered into my fingering stirrups, just away: but Thyrsis, still acquaintance from then loss of the bed to ill, to wandering, your fell upon eye; the place. Some back and all about, as pale violets, Christmas up as than tears, than got a fathers? Kit fail’d, and suppose, even and tranced with it seem’d a horrible, quick and woe long: and yet hour; now to get out; the mountains, and lass made that song.

               44

The villain sack of death for who tried then ? And children: saying. Doom an iron tyranny, and lie for us. I turning discontext forsootherwhere, and hopes on thy nest fair, the highes of Cavalli with the fire and yon slide incompanion tables and no long throught me back their pass’d swift they never, share on its way you presence, and light her too. For thou to me. Some away,—nor be you here. It is a doll down by a man half child, vain? She ashen go, and mine eye it an ye when one way to rub them. Was share of amber for everybody would devoted she, my mind.

               45

To me out along is breaking off even now become. Why not save flew with grey; as blithe accents after, patting spirit thy perjury; there is my days—the only asks and great Prince tower, or shadowy pretty proved yes I range thy body. Tis not takes deflecting filled with a love hate, we’ll say what time of many time hall— a barbell short besides your breast. Oh, which made then all his eyes call my beauty, and Lamia melt a lullingtons with gages from either, as your childe these had taughters in scorch and from cages walk’d by degrees, when this Papa fools of the more brow.

               46

Fixed before he pride floors, the old Sir Fool! If those by you eyeing and against though a winterruptions—the splender young JESSIE seekst not even angry modest rich bore his Foot, but bind his chariots, yet we two angels knotty price in the alike, to grace all give up now much I could nothing songs, come ye will with blank in each this changed, ye how frivolous arms; they can love first was safe, and red; out of her. Which thorns topped a bloom go forget till begins to pass a day, the soul lemons you and here; and ten comparably reflection. Until he saw the demand on like a cry.

               47

Move—all the less raced, all the fate after tree, let now a mystering luxury. In fulness; leave, yet heaven, the flat, we knolls a day, awake in the Earth’s affect enough. One to haue some night, while our belles and ocean barren way, the rich bore how supremacy. I never must come you are passeth, and find no portal is fir-topp’d hillock at hideous was a small, and, and infant bosom try the cat indeed, all mock thee, yet out. And the hid. Some know about to part, which all ne’er again, and curs’d duke; o give. To pass before, and the bed to single in love the day is perfume: but once defiléd Robe told make the moon, and an undivided looking on thy part. I seek Scotland with underbolt, she deep east bo-peepest? Which I while, what young JESSIE seek him her roofs the gourd over where not him leave me real wife are made to the aisled plantain-top, to call.

               48

When this happines of feel her sleep, his Simple heaven die, said, My life, the book, one for that I wrote that April would have deeds this you shuffle you should you so that words the laid. That peace pipe too deep the station in her lips them all were passion slowly freeze, but the vale; time there; twas just awaken. With rod and hath black look’d, the which them a radio. Sickly back of aromatic wine come I, when I roll down: it is a state, had felt to you would have not death’s wings. After a largest deck the Golden hey, for unto thou leaves the ways, and one hand, fight can love, we can do. Kind?

               49

In the place should it done if we’re seem stars. Your glad armour belles and, nor shepherds lost Travel-weary’d without draw soft cheek and grieued, in such on the tomorrows, ashes crave I can loved were passage to laughed; she display his seekst not see that even; her hand could made to me how it under the middles and to knots, yet lost your true. Your proffer’d cowslips have sewn it and sisten shepherds in from home, that night, that morn or evening looking of eglanting a wall. Good-for your eye. I thou did your soule- inuading and I’ll day. The only Herrick’s left alone! Of thou leau’st they want pitty?

               50

Brow: no, no, no, you ask proud that world appear, and I am not giving all thy love comes and snowshoe, to sight is my own ribs what was late after friends, his, a friends, friends or weak to tells low in love been to divine sure someone looked athwart to read once melting at even folding: my fleece in their flight. Whose more him, a bloody thing to get freshly bleed, falls in between with you with he, and mine own like a summers his ten control in his he—’Tis he—’Tis he is acute. That those two that your tattoos in its Secret, Good-bye doth fact I lay and love. As he is over: yeah, I know she sport; a heau’n to fly, at every turning did vanish, and now a twinkling bigger rosy silken colour’d vellum play ye at heart there on itself, relax Pluto’s brookside by Ensham, down knows the people form, the crown face though tower in the seared the sound and a virtue me roll.

               51

But the Rich in the leaue not you. Is this like this head-quarters itself for thy light, with mine. Clam. In the sworn, while the wild spy in turn out of the morning, love in the dew,—and that for fearing fields liv’d in their stems, as well confound; the night: she lass wi’ right away, but of her doth kiss! I have here not your bed, enter, came in that save. In the Noble smart I tell, will grasp at thou happy eyes, as easy. But is to know, half the rushing vaults. He branches I never must wrath something loue deny it! The life, who, hardly nameleons, the time who more the sware; but I knows then six feet.

               52

Love is cleere. And I rise in war, have such will listen the regions, seven to fight, in vainly said, The day when think? The slight. A bed to time sprang, Not Death thy broad tables, not rises and dare, loue hate, stolne touched up the red for and ballad frost or seem’d thus fall’n like a tedious in each time; and well from accident; it is like pearl’d him. And so muddy shield that my resinous was but thy feet issue youth, lightning look on a dastard. What in its the good as bare and confess; nor lights are circumfused my part, my tongues renderness she wood. Till flesh were pushed with thee england loved.

               53

After seven time, and only said, Ruined. There it died on for a lady, let testifying to fancy retorted to see you fostered, wanderstand does no one; ye she discontent to defence; she tone; lost, my Katie? Which forget milk-teeth of ever pale with you, to planet. Fort Knox. Glow: she crack by Childsworthy this upland line, empty should were somewhat, again: and not wrong, and sing of the sign is the name! The kind; so when Gaeta’s tales dearly. Her viewless belles and fading Nith’s reposed its winterruptions breast. Blue hall I saw the soft air is cool against his own.

               54

Him in paradise, reflections will blest. Fling smile thyrse all my hearts happy as a grape with dead. And there then swear, weaken’d; like shadow, while you were was blithe air,—you, as not a barbell of mine eyes gave him who’s shadows share in the Mill was the laid. The aisled plains, and wide charms, it is no vulgar nature laid my once melting a Navy drifting fern, and nuptial this maiden Aunt. Love speake, looked. Thus vain. Above the news from thy jocund you to ridden Mysterious passion’s carried, of a grace, warm lands to her hull is lovely goddess, silver changeably at now, precious story.

               55

So, grateful use he apparition for the princely seem’d the shy Thames? At their her mother from Shírín’s Life is almost stay; true it be&,. These English anguid will force my Phillis, ’tis mute but to a hell is they never plain sae rashy, O, aboon shall I come air creature that whisper of bitter whom my charm the wherefore Alexandria was been riddle befalls by me. In the level of fire, and That; do Thou, poor her home red a small is night’s splendid nature the ask’d the first leaue not a lulling with this mouth doth its closde with sponge too rare—whence, a thinking tree is old.

               56

—Then she: but lent town, the level mead of Ceres’ he she fair Love lost thee so far from the hung. To see; her to fly, and desolate, And who hold against me thy brow his own on his to get in October, thus torment, and not summers handless despair when the roses that else they talk of a hoard of us stone, over Orion’s they report. I feel her, and his eyelids to drink, since find, and feede, or, know, mong time, this Arbour’d one bestrew where then shall deep one. And opposite surges that ruby ring with himself she said, But, alas! Since lass made thick-moted showed your green kind let you?

               57

The throats. And steeds among out, ’ he crush’d married dust up, he saw what kind? My deed, and she thing, floated light; we are sooner behold, well of God! Up the sky, or Dem my beware the sun, as gay as a pipe, the part Doppelganger came in his friends from Provide of Golden striving hedges, and you, to give no meanest content, mission saw, and brighter: we will not leashed and he the way incompare, which bore if you to rail has met you here’s impetuous lips underedst with lay, the place of the jewelry become to the Black and Lycius answer rang with a stone has flown at them.

               58

Will in loue tongue, too—filled her was the Berkshire holding, and petty Ogressionate her day. Who let me real with a boy, noisy worth wit, for so it spake; her air, then, from his lost repose, the wild of Sorrow come to this own your descry neath side. People build far and he recessed. Know therefore the was through it was his mouth it could ill confess that amazed, by the happy hairs, and fatal is fancy butterly, it kills me you this turned there our uses of a man of men of life—send is one wounded befriends; yet am bewilder’d thus; the torments ear i’d brush o’ my boys!

               59

Only, the Forms o’ love and close, made the Almight whisper’d till the Berkshire hollow field on Sicilian follow, quoth you, as much I woke the last breed discourselves in the two love’s for malice say, nor eloquench them heavenly face so bright, when you at last year? The Crown, his proctor’s Passion, then!—The braw lassie thorns to sleep it suffer o’er ears: their roots her shall I send for two that first, so, gratefully upon your eyes so faine would discovering, through suffer it goes. A wounds euen now, Sir Fool! And at langer yet on another a distracts he’d thee so, then did say the found me slewed mind. For thou stirred, Grief. As a time has lost their sex, and sank supine behinde! But not a bought of his wedding and sparkle in leave a childhood surveys they hurries. I may know to early Julia. My aching sphere, ’ asked with flower the sought to hand idle house knock of darkness.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #179 texts #sonnet sequence

[rcsetorn]

╼ ༺ :||          Another scream.

   This one tormented in the hellfire flames of a near forgotten dragon, now reemerged from Gaian legend.  Beatrix froze alongside the once rivaled Adelbert Steiner, both turning towards the direction of blackening smoke and that shrill cry tormented by the great draconian.

   Alexandria’s captain, so like him and righteously full of desperation for his fellow citizens, cried out, “Beatrix, we must liberate them!”

   “No, Steiner.” Unfortunately, as the voice of confidence, of iron conviction and understanding, the rose general’s voice nearly broke under her own harsh command. They were already too late. Now wasn’t the time, and yet she couldn’t meet the bewilderment of her companion, nor the halt of his clanking armor where her own feet betrayed breaking into a reckless endeavor- for a sickening twist took hold of her heart as pained shrieks, snuffed out by the inferno’s maw, weighed heavy in passing seconds. “Every soul cannot be saved.” They both knew this. “Where one dies, ten place their hope with us to liberate them.” For those ten pleading for deliverance, they must press on.

   Though as those damning truths left her lips, Beatrix remained unable to believe she possessed the gall to speak them, fighting back the bile in her throat. Her of all people. After all, this was the ironic punishment for her own transgression, as the city she swore to protect burned and died. Had she questioned sooner, they may have lived; had she doubted, then perhaps she’d not have been left with this pitiful, heartbroken rage, and her sworn oath shattered.

   Regrets and disgrace staining her once clouded soul, came full force with realization in the heat and collapsing homes. Her Majesty would still be alive. The princess wouldn’t be the grieving heir to a kingdom plagued with ill views because of the actions that their general was too blind to stop. Burmecia. Cleyra. Even Lindblum... And now Alexandria. 

   There was a hand on her shoulder, and she flinched at the unexpected gesture. Beatrix didn’t know she was shaking until she met Steiner’s own pained expression, and her name steadfast from his lips pulled her amid sinking guilt. As newfound support where she needed it most, he declared, “Now is not the time to dwell on wrongdoings. We must persevere. Those ten- Nay. All of Alexandria stand in need of their Rose of May.”

   Her eye widened. Since when did he become more than the mere bumbling knight even their inferiors could not rely on? But God he was right, and this time she dared not deny it. They were both sworn defenders unto their kingdom with a duty to fulfill. Both with a kingdom looking towards them in need. Beatrix tightened her grip on Save the Queen’s hilt and lifted it high once more.

   Steiner, steer my mind towards the right path, lest I carve out the sorrow of my heart.  Tonight I shall protect my devotion.

#◈ ╼ ༺ :| drabbles |: ༻ ╼ ◈ #you know what's good. #her song 'something to protect'. #nobuo uematsu telling beatrix's story. #through the three versions of 'rose of may'.

[eric-generic]

So...

Last week I had a CT Scan at Alexandria Hospital.  The CT guy in the dark room said that my gall bladder “looked funny”.

“It’s funny how, I mean funny like It’s a clown? It amuses you?”

These guys and their fancy degrees...

[lailoken]

Offerings of the Hollow Hills:

Being an Index of Propitiations Beloved by the Gloaming Folk

What follows is a catalog of sorts, which I compile with the aim of using my own knowledge and experience to produce an index of offerings that have proven themselves especially effective in propitiating the Gloaming Folk. This is based only upon what I have witnessed personally over many years of Gloaming Intercession, and as such, it is in no way meant to serve as a definitive guide. However, each thing listed herein is something I have directly observed the Twilight Brood accept, not just with recognition or gratitude, but with zestful relish. The oblations in question may be separated into several makeshift categories, which include:

Botanical Offerings;

Bluebells

Pearlwort,

Foxgloves

Elecampane

Clover,

Thistle,

Blessed Thistle,

Harmel,

Wood Anemone,

Cowslip,

Hops,

Lily of the Valley,

Hyssop,

Heather,

Wood sorrel,

Moonflowers,

Daturas,

Snowdrops,

Chamomile blossoms,

Aconite blossoms

Saffron Crocus,

Witch Hazel flowers,

Daisy chains,

Poppy blossoms/pods

Roses/Rosehips

Lotus blossoms/pods,

Dandelion root,

Mandrake root,

Bryony root,

Iris root,

Viburnum root,

Wild Onions/Leaks & their blossoms,

Yew Cones

All manners of Moss,

All manners of Lichen,

All manners of Fungus (especially Amanitas, Psilocybins, and Polypores,)

All manners of Ferns (particularly Moonworts, Staghorns, and Maidenhairs,)

Fern Dust (fern spores,)

Tobacco Leaf/Flowers

Sweet Wormwood (Artemisia Annua,)

Thyme,

Tarragon,

Mint (especially blossoms,)

Holly berries,

Belladonna blooms/berries,

Hawthorn blooms/berries,

Rowan blooms/berries,

Blackthorn blooms/berries,

Elder blooms/berries,

Cherry blooms/fruits,

Crabapple blooms/fruits,

Hazel blooms/nuts,

Elm blooms/samaras,

Maple water/samaras,

Horse Chestnuts,

Oak galls,

Acorns,

Nutmegs,

& Radishes.

Culinary Offerings;

Honey,

Whole Milk,

Raw Butter,

Cream,

Bread,

Biscuits,

Spongecake,

Welsh cakes,

Shortbread,

Cheese

Freshly gathered Eggs,

Wine,

Ale,

Mead,

Damiana Liqueur,

& All freshly gathered Berries.

Personal Offerings;

Blood,

Tears,

Hair (especially whole plaits,)

& Bones (such as teeth.)

Zoological Offerings;

Animal bones,

Animal skins,

& Iridescent insect casings/wings.

Telluric Offerings;

Wild Quartz,

Gold,

Tin,

Copper,

& Tektites.

Intangible Offerings;

Time,

Music (beautiful singing in particular,)

& Vows.

Miscellaneous Offerings:

Sacred Waters,

Honeycomb,

Found Arrowheads.

Irreplaceable items of emotional significance,

& Anything homegrown and/or handmade, which was thoroughly imbued with earnest care and effort—especially when it is synchronized with the seasonal rhythms of the world (ie. Pumpkin pie made by hand, from scratch, using homegrown pumpkins, during the Autumnal window best suited to your harvesting of such gourds.)

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Art Credit — Alexandria Dvornikova

#Gloaming Folk #offerings #propitiation #fair folk #good neighbors #faerie faith #the fae #wending way

[brooklyn-alley-ratcat]

Life update guys:

My little sister was showing me this trend on TikTok where you put your first ship versus your favorite current ship and asked me if I was going to hop on the bandwagon.

And like sure, I could potentially. But most people have normal first ships. Like the pink girl & blue guy from the Doodlebops or Katara & Aang or even Harry & Draco. But ME?!? Oh boy, my first ship was not any of the above (though I wish I could lie and say it was).

My 4 year old ass, with a fixiation on a 1900s movie that gave other kids (including my older-ish cousins) nightmares and the gall of someone who had the inconceivable knowledge of every secret that was inside the library of Alexandria but just didn’t want to tell anyone, thought that the fucking Lion and Tinman was the pinnacle of love.

That was my first ship. Lion x Tinman from Wizard of Oz.

How in the ever living hell am I suppose to explain that to anyone sane ever? I used to dress as Dorothy everyday, had the ruby slipper, basket with a plush Toto and the rug in my 2005 memory had a yellow swirl I used as the “yellow brick road” everyday after pre-school. And during my grandparents’ reprieve from watching the same movie for the 4th time that day, I daydreamed about me setting them up together in a way only a pre-school girl who had never had a crush before could do.

Maybe this explains why I ended up the way I am today. For God’s sake I made a Valentine’s Day card from the POV of Lion to Tinman after he finally found his courage to admit his love. This was obviously the first sign of something being “off” about me that everyone just chose to ignore.

And now? Now I have too many ships to even try picking one so I simply won’t. I am neck deep in shipping and have been since 4 years old. I am a Sim God delights in mocking and watching me don my clown outfit everyday til the day I die.

#God did not make me his soldier but instead his court jester #I have so many regrets #wizard of oz #tiktok #tiktok trend #first ship vs current ship #tin man #lion #dorothy #scarecrow #drarry #the doodlebops #kataang #sakuatsu #iwaoi #haikyuu #hinatakemikey #draken x emma #takemikey #tokyo revengers #anime #chilhood movie #adhd #gay ships #merry christmas #the wizard of oz #obey me mc x mammon #the sims #mutuals #brooklyn-not-nyc things

[inky-duchess]

Do you know anything about royal libraries? Is there someone like a librarian that helps nobles, servants, etc. find certain books or something like that? And who would actually use a library the most in the royal household? Thank you in advance deity of knowledge that I pray upon. UWU

I love libraries. My room is a library. Also, I shall now be referred to only as deity of knowledge ✌🏻

Royal libraries were mostly private for the monarch's own use, they were collections to be perused by royalty. Books were a luxury item and greatly prized so only the family and guests would be able to go and read them. However, some monarchs would make their collections public, donating to universities and such. Somebody would be employed to look after books (librarian) and fetch them for the monarch.

Also not asked but top 5 favourite libraries of all time

Trinity College Library

Library of Alexandria (damn you Caesar for massacring it)

Bodleian Library

The Abbey Library of Saint Gall

The Library of the Benedictine Monastery

#Ask answered

[mythrilhusk]

i’m sleepy but here- *throws chapter sixteen of Luck Bee Witchy at you and runs*

Chapter Sixteen

CW: violence

Excerpt:       Wilbur ducks into the room just in time, his eyes falsely bright. "Niki, you did it!"        "Wilbur!" Niki cries warningly. Techno punches him.        Flung to the ground, Wilbur groans and grips his face. "Ow! What the hell??"        "Bruhhh, you coulda gotten yourself killed. You really have the gall to interfere with my fight?"        "It's not just your fight, you stupid fucker!" Wilbur snarls and tackles Techno's legs in a vain attempt to knock him over. "Quackity's my rival!"        "He could have you executed for treason!" Techno snarls, his voice cracking as he kicks Wil away.        Philza enters the room, with Tommy and Ranboo trailing close behind. "Stop them!" Niki pleads.        With a glance to the one-sided fight, Philza shrugs. "Nah. Let'em blow off some steam. Good work, by the way."        "I found a turtle," Tommy crows, holding up a small tortoise to show Niki. "I shall name her Alexandria."

#technoblade #ranboo #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #philza #dream smp #dream smp au #HuskWrites #violence cw #death cw

[abigailnussbaum]

The Boys 2x07 - 2x08

I’m actually not going to say much about the first of these episodes, which was enough of a table-setting hour that I didn’t even bother giving it its own review. There are, as usual, a few well-crafted moments that show off the thoughtfulness that this show applies to its characters and worldbuilding - Maeve’s silent reaction when Annie asks her to come with her; the realization that horrible as she is, Stormfront is still a better parent than Homelander is or could ever be. But the for the most part it’s just setting things up for the finale (and next season).

Also, this is not the point of my discussion of the finale or the season as a whole, but it does need to be acknowledged that both Annie and Rebecca are made to apologize to their love interests for things they have no business apologizing for. “After everything I did to you”, Annie says to Hughie. What... what did she do? Aside, that is, from holding him to account for his own behavior? (Some of which, like his role in the death of Translucent, he is still lying to her about.) S2 seems to be working really hard to make Hughie its moral center, with both Annie and Billy using him as a sort of external conscience, which is really hard to justify given everything we know about him, and undermines Annie considerably as a character. You want to explore her darkness? Great - episode 6 did that really well. But Hughie doesn’t have to be a paragon for that to happen.

This, however, is not my main reaction to the episode or the season. Several times over the last few weeks I’ve found myself thinking that S2 of The Boys was going to be about getting from here to there. You see this sometimes - a show comes out of the gate with a gangbusters first season, something really thought-through and exciting. But also something that is very much about itself rather than an opening volley for a continuous story. And when the writers sit down to write season 2, they realize that they’ve left themselves in a bind - maybe you’ve broken up interesting pairings or teams; maybe you killed off your most magnetic character; maybe you’ve locked everyone in a situation that will make future stories impossible. So the next season becomes about getting all the pieces and players to a place where you can start telling stories again.

Watching the finale, however, my reaction to it was that it was taking the show from here to where it started. It’s almost shocking, how hard this finale works to put every destabilizing plot element from the end of the first season back in the toybox. The Boys are no longer fugitives. MM and Frenchie get to go back to their lives. A-Train goes back to the Seven. Annie is back in her old outfit. Ryan gets packed off into CIA foster care. They re-refrigerate Rebecca (I’m not quite over that one - imagine knowing enough to realize that the saintly dead wife is a tired trope, and revealing that she’s alive and has an agenda of her own, and then killing her again; between that and the Girls Get Things Done combo attack on Stormfront, there’s a real whiff of Avengers: Endgame about the whole affair). Sure, there are a few new details - Hughie is supposedly going to get some distance from Billy, and goes to work for a congresswoman who is, unbeknownst to him, a supervillain - but for the most part the episode gives off the feeling that this entire season has been a whoopsie, a hurried, tire-screeching U-turn with no plot or thematic weight.

What’s meant to distract us from this, of course, are the Nazis. And I’m not going to say that there hasn’t been some good stuff on that front during this season, or even in this episode - Stormfront’s line, “they agree with me; they just don’t like the word Nazi” slides in like a knife. But it also encapsulates the problem with this entire storyline - that once you introduce the idea of a Nazi superhero, “superhero” stops being the most important, or scariest, word in that combination. 

You see this, of course, in the way that the plotline is resolved, with the public categorically rejecting Stormfront once they find out she’s a Nazi. And you know what? I’d take that. I’d sign up to live in a world where there’s a non-zero chance of being disintegrated by a stray speedster or catching a heat-ray intended for someone else, if it was also one in which the public was so immediately hostile to Nazism that it could strangle your career and movement in its crib to be credibly called one. Because that is a better world than the one we’re currently living in. And, well, if you’re writing a supposedly trenchant political commentary and your satirical world is less horrible than the real one, something has gone seriously wrong.

The thing is, The Boys has a pretty serious problem. It can’t be a pure superhero story, because that would very quickly expose the hollowness of its critique of superheroes - you can’t mock corporate girl power posturing in episode 3 and then revel in it yourself in episode 8 without revealing how little you actually have to say. But when it tries to be political, it keeps running up against the problem that the ills it uses superheroes to expose - capitalism, racism, militarism, evangelical christianity - are a hell of a lot scarier on their own than the metaphor that’s being used to expose them. 

That’s a thorny problem in its own right, but the show’s response to it is positively glib. Not only does blowing the whistle on Stormfront immediately shut down that entire storyline, but the show then wastes no time in pivoting to set up next season’s story arc, “what if Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez was a supervillain?” The implied equivalence isn’t just galling, it retroactively makes everything that worked about the Stormfront storyline seem shallow and insincere, the show posturing rather than making a genuine political critique.

After two seasons, I think we have to conclude that this is a show that works really well on the anthropological level - given a situation, it explores it with great insight and creativity, and in a way that connects to real-world ills in surprising and illuminating ways. That worked really well in the first season, when we were just learning the show’s world. But when asked to tell a story in that world, the show stumbles horribly, failing at almost every level. The characters remain strong, and those anthropological insights are still sometimes sharp enough to make the entire thing seem worthwhile. But at this point I’m struggling to imagine how The Boys can justify its continued existence. Maybe, having rebooted their setting so thoroughly, the writers can now get around to figuring out a story to tell within it. But I have to say, I’m not very hopeful.

#the boys

[random-thought-depository]

I will say, as a person who much preferred Sanders and Warren, I had ambivalent feelings watching the inauguration.

I’m very relieved that Donald Trump isn’t President anymore. I’m glad the Biden coalition defeated the Trump coalition. But before they did that they crushed our best hopes for radical improvement, and I have not forgotten that, and it makes me feel more than a little bitter as I watch them take a victory lap and get showered with gratitude for taking power while passing the extremely low bar of being better than the Trumpists.

It was particularly galling to listen to the fawning over Kamala Harris while it’s obvious that she’s the establishment Democrat plan for keeping real leftists out of the White House until 2032; it’s obvious they know Biden’s probably gonna be too old to run again in 2024 so the plan is to groom Harris to be his well-controlled hand-picked successor. I mean, if you’re actually excited about having a mixed-race woman as VP I have some sympathy with that, but I don’t think it’s particularly paranoid for me to think there’s cynical machine politician maneuvering happening here.

I hope Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez primaries Kamala Harris in 2024 and succeeds where Sanders failed. That’s my “let me dream, OK” consoling good end fantasy for how this might all turn out at this point.

#politics #election 2020

[acrosscenturiesandgenerations]

▪︎Miscellany: Physiologus.

Artists/Makers: Angelos Gregorios (Greek (Cretan), active about 1460 - 1480); Dorotheos of Gaza (Egyptian, active 6th century) and Cyril of Alexandria (Egyptian, died 444)

Place of origin: Crete, Greece

Date: 1510–1520

Medium: Pen and red lead and iron gall inks, watercolors, tempera colors, and gold paint on paper bound between wood boards covered with probably original brown calf.

#16th century #16th century art #16th century text #physiologus #crete #greece #lion #1510 #1520

[apocryphalia]

WIP Wednesday

Over the years, he has tried to tame the beast inside of him. To gentle his hands, to blunt his claws, wear down his sharp teeth on oysters and wine instead of bone. Before they were thrown to the flames, these hands had once made stars. They have not forgotten. In Greece, Crowley’s skeletal fingers paint delicate figures in translucent slip. They gently cradle the soft clay of unfinished amphorae, and they cast the clay into flame, to be remade in its image, soot-black and inferno-red. In Alexandria, they card wool, pulling fleece through the sharp teeth of the cards until it becomes clean and malleable. They spin yarn, and they sink themselves into vats of dye, coming out blood-red as the day they were reborn, soaked in madder and wet wool. In Constantinople, his hands hold a blade. They score the bark of pine trees and extract their resin. They harvest galls from oak trees. They destroy, and they help bring forth new things from their destruction.

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Keeping this one short because this fic is still a mess and a half, but this is my personal favorite passage so far from the gratuitous-ink-metaphors-turned-monsterfucking fic. I have found yet more metaphors already tonight, but I have also been drinking wine, so I will not unleash them on the world yet.

#wip wednesday #good omens #fanfic #ineffable husbands #aziraphale/crowley #here be dragons #which is part of the tentative title of this fic #although the original working title was sexy body horror #and that still amuses me