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[deus-ex-mona]

it sure has been quite a week

#g o d this week was such a mess™️ #i kicked off the week wrong (as always) with ~3h of sleep bc i can never fall asleep on monday nights (sadge) #and ofc i had to do 2 workstations’ worth of work bc lack of manpower lmao #then on tuesday i had yet another family dinner to say goodbye to my bro (lol) #even though he’d already been treated to at least 3 other meals by that point (lmao) #i still think my dinner treat from a few weeks back was the best though~~~~~~ a 4 course sky dining meal def tops any restaurant right~~~~~? #and on suiyoubi (my dudes) we boated him off to military training island for his mandatory enlistment. that sure was. an experience. #i still kinda regret finishing my meal at the military cafeteria place thing though… i was the only one at the table who finished it :( #even my big eater of a bro couldn’t finish his :( #and my mother has been making fun of me for finishing the (allegedly) huge portioned meal ever since :( #she keeps joking about enlisting me bc army food ✨clearly✨ suits my tastes :( ​truly sadded. #anyways it was back to work on thursday. which sucked. ofc. also bc i’d overslept by half an hour and had to rush. lmao. #anddddd on friday. my boss told me that i’d missed out on submitting one worksheet thing of results #even though i c l e a r l y remember doing the test it was for (and organising all of the worksheet things for the matter) #so my coworker and i just watched her sift through the stack of worksheets… only for her to actually find the ‘missing’ piece of paper #she then said ‘ok found it sorry’ so my coworker and i just went ‘(ʘ‿ʘ) okayyyyyyyyyy’ p. sarcastically and left her office #and ofccccc there was work on saturday too. yay. went to the pkm centre after that thoughhhh #which was fun yes. but. they didn’t have ✨c h a i r d e o x y s✨ on sale :((((( #they stopped selling goomy earrings and that huge plush too :( and the smaller goomy plushies for the matter :(((( #i realllyyy should’ve bought the goomy earrings while they were still available… even though they were like 8 bucks per stud #my goomy plushie collection remains unexpanded :( my jigglypuff collection grew by 1 though~~~~ #so now i have 3 official jigglies of varying sizes and 1 bootleg jiggly that looks. pretty horrifying in bad lighting actually #p. sadded by how my family calls my taste in pkm boring though… ‘it’s either jigglypuff or that purple thing’ they say… :(((( #aaaaaa i wish i could’ve bought that super cute plush of goodra holding a happily smiling goomy i saw on my trip… #it’s too bad that the plushies (there were like 2-3 of them) were locked inside a display cabinet :(((( it was so cuteeeeeeeee #though my fam would’ve made me put it back if i’d even managed to get it out back then lol. ‘that purple thing again?!’ they’d prolly say… #anyways. this sure was a week. im so tired. help #no clue how i should spend the rest of my night tbh… maybe beach sisters time? hmmmmmm. oh wells. #‘dai’ly shitpost of the day

[webuydiamond]

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[loverboy-havocboy]

i need to know about allit au comet pls i'm begging

AAAAAAHHHHH OMG OK HERE WE GO

so the characters in aliit au are from tcw but it's a modern au and clones don't exist so a lot of them have become oc's basically? gregor is the closest to source material and comet is probably the farthest (but i mean.. he barely exists in source material so?)

anyway. comet is 23 at the beginning of the main fic in the series. he's ftm (5 years on t & like? probably 3 or 4 years post top surgery), he's got long curly hair and a bunch of tattoos, all of them done by boost (he's a tattoo artist 💅). he lives in a tiny apartment in keldabe (which we made basically mandalorian new york city) with boost and sinker, who are his lifelong best friends (with lots and lots of benefits).

his favorite color is blue, he can’t be trusted in the kitchen, prefers tea (specifically earl grey lattes) over coffee (which he drinks with copius amounts of cream and sugar), rides his bike or takes public transportation or has boost drive him (is he a bad driver? did he never learn how? he hasn't told me yet), he knows sign language, he has a nose stud and a navel piercing and multiple on each ear (done by sinker).

his legal name is tawera, which is a maori name meaning morning star. he chose that, after going by comet for a long time, when he was adopted by sinker's parents in high school.

he works part-time as a barista and the rest of his money he gets from selling his paintings or doing commissions. his favorite artist and inspiration is van gogh. he has a little painting studio in a back room of boost's tattoo shop.

on his 18th birthday boost and sinker took him to their favorite gay club 69's, which is run by veteran throuple fives, echo, and thorn (the dominos). he learns that night that thorn is also trans and is promptly taken under his wing. thorn took one look at him and his genetic need for a foundling went brrrr.

the main fic starts when he meets gregor at 69's one night and they're both kind of instantly lovestruck. they fool around in the club and then gregor takes him on a little walking date for food after

the rest of the fic up to this point (30 chapters, 150k and going strong) is the development of relationships between gregor, comet, boost, and sinker <33

if you (or anyone) have any questions,, this was very fun

#aliit au #aliit comet #ask havoc

[starlitangels]

Here. Have a ficlet while I’m still processing the Sovereign State season 1 finale 725 words

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There he was. The moron. How he managed to wander so far off at the farmer’s market when I looked away for one damn second was beyond me. But his blond hair—gold in the sunlight—inability to sit still, and bouncy personality gave him away immediately. Even if he was somehow already halfway across the park.

The farmer’s market was his idea anyway. Why was he abandoning me around a bunch of strangers?

“Dammit, Guy,” I hissed. I excused myself as politely as I could from the stall selling gourds—that Guy had been the one wanting to look at while rambling about a great recipe involving banana squash he was gonna steal from his mom—and moving to weave through people to get over to him.

I caught glimpses of him over shoulders and around heads. And like a kid trying to doggy paddle to a beach ball floating away on the surface of a pool, he always seemed to be the same distance away from me. Flitting around to whatever caught his fancy.

Finally he slowed to a stop for longer at a stall selling handmade, homemade jewelry. A man about the same height as him—maybe an inch shorter—pulled up beside him and struck up a conversation. I edged carefully around two parents with a pair of strollers, losing sight of him for a moment. When he came back into view—

He was rigid—by his standards, anyway. His thumb was hitting his spinner ring on his forefinger hard, repeatedly. He was anxious.

I swore under my breath and pushed between two people who were in my way before jogging the rest of the way to the jewelry stall. I slowed to a walk. The kind that Guy would describe as stomp, probably.

I went right up behind Guy and glowered at the man who was talking to him. I was a few inches taller than Guy, and definitely taller than the man making him uncomfortable. I folded my arms. “This dude bothering you, babe?” I asked.

Guy whirled around, a broad smile immediately breaking out on his face. “Honey! We were just talking about you!” he exclaimed. I raised a brow and snorted.

“That right?” I asked, looking past his shoulder at the man. Challenging him to pick a fight if he dared, looking him directly in the eye.

I felt more than saw Guy lean closer to me.

The man grunted. “Said he has a partner who makes him happy,” he grumbled.

I smirked. “Damn right.” Even if I still can’t fathom how I make him happy, of all people.

With that, the creep turned and stalked off.

Once the dude was out of earshot and disappeared into the crowd, Guy sagged, wrapping his arms around me. “I am so glad you showed up. He was freaking me out.”

“I could tell,” I said, putting one of my arms around his shoulder. “Why do you think I always tell you not to wander off without me?”

His chest heaved against my side with how hard he was breathing. “Lesson learned.”

“Until you see the next shiny thing that catches your eye.”

He opened his mouth to protest, thought about it, and closed his mouth. I started laughing and bent down to kiss him. He eagerly met me. I kept it brief—we were in public—but I held his shoulders tight. Relieved he was okay. He was still clinging close to me too.

“You know no one gets to mess with you but me, right?” I whispered in his ear.

He sucked in a sharp breath and gave me that suggestive smirk of his. “Should we take this home?”

“In a bit. This was your idea, and I don’t want you complaining that you didn’t get to see everything.”

“Oh! Speaking of. Look at these!” He held up a little cardboard square with tiny holes punched out of it to thread earrings through. On it was a pair of silver ball studs where the earring fastener dangled below the earlobe with an enamel pepperoni pizza on the end of each hook. “Aren’t they cute?”

I chuckled. “You like them, don’t you?”

“Do you?”

“Doesn’t matter. I think if you like them, you should get them.”

His smile widened. “You’re the best, honey!” He popped a kiss to my cheek and turned to the couple running the stall.

#ficlet #Redacted ASMR #Redacted Pizza Guy #Redacted Guy #Redacted Honey #Redacted Audio #Starlit Fic #I was gonna do Jealous!Honey but went for Protective!Honey instead

[nardaviel]

here is a little excerpt i wrote for my roleswap au, the one with the sunflowers, wherein shuake meet briefly for the first time after kamoshida's palace. goro is irritated, and unnerved for reasons he can't quite pin down; ren has some Thoughts of his own, which he is keeping to himself for now (hint: they are the beginnings of a fixation)

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May 4

Goro enters Untouchable to find it already occupied by another customer, which isn't ideal when he wants to sell a mysterious, shady gold medal. But the other boy only glances at him before returning to his idle perusal of the pistols on the shelves. Goro's eyes linger for another uncertain moment on the unruly curls on the boy's head, but he needs Kamoshida's medal gone to pay for the Thieves' celebration. He can't just come back another day. Maybe he can just... be quiet about it.

He shows Iwai the medal, and despite some initial reluctance, Iwai agrees to buy it for 30,000 yen. The entire time, Goro is excruciatingly aware of the other presence in the shop, but Iwai doesn't seem bothered, even as he buys what he must believe is stolen property. "Anything else?" he grunts, as Goro carefully tucks the money into his wallet.

"I have some other things to sell, and then I'd like to look for a new model gun."

Iwai glances at the door. "Don't take too long."

That's unusual behavior. In fact, everything about this business is still as shady as Goro remembers. Morgana shifts restlessly on his shoulder, probably thinking along the same lines. But then, Goro's entire life has become so strange that doing business in Untouchable is almost mundane. He unloads a Palace's worth of random trinkets onto Iwai and collects more money. Best not to wonder why Iwai's interested in buying all the shackles and nude candle stands, he decides. As long as Goro can buy Ann a new gun with the proceeds from her tormentor's Palace, that's good enough for him.

When he turns around, the boy by the shelves is watching him with bright, intent eyes. He doesn't even try to look away when Goro catches him; he just smiles, calm and friendly. Goro eyes him doubtfully. The smile deepens with wry amusement.

He's as odd as the shop he's loitering in. And Goro isn't in the mood for socializing with a stranger. But those shelves are where Goro needs to be if he wants to buy Ann a better gun, so he heads over anyway.

In his mind, the next few minutes unfold peacefully. He browses and chooses a model, perhaps with Morgana's input, and the boy goes back to whatever he was looking at. A nice, calm non-interaction. Instead, when he gets to the shelves, the boy says, "I like your cat."

"I'm not a cat!" snaps Morgana, fur bristling. Goro sighs on the inside; the boy grins.

"He has a cute little voice. Is he a boy? What's his name?"

"Yes, I'm a boy!"

Goro resigns himself to the encounter. "Yes," he says wearily. "His name is Morgana."

"Hi, Morgana. You're so cute..." The boy leans in a little, gazing at Morgana with soft, adoring eyes. Silver stud earrings glint in the shop's dim light. Morgana plops down on Goro's shoulder and sulks.

The boy is still smiling when he straightens up, although even then his posture leaves something to be desired. "Anyway, what are you looking for? Maybe I can help."

"I'm all right, thank you."

The boy takes the rejection easily. "Suit yourself." He leans against one of the shelves and gazes out the window, tucking the paper bag he's holding closer against his side.

That wasn't as bad as it could have been. Goro relaxes slightly. And, because Morgana is still in a mood after receiving the cat treatment, he browses model submachine guns in silence. The most promising ones are out of his price range, but there are a few for sale for less than 10,000 yen that Ann could get some good use out of. He narrows it down to two and turns to ask Iwai a question, only to find Iwai slowly shuffling things around behind the counter, keeping a wary eye on the door.

Unease creeps over Goro's skin. Something is going on.

"Leave him alone for now," whispers the boy. "What's up?"

Maybe he's an employee, the way he stands around and offers to help. He's just wearing jeans and a t-shirt with an open overshirt, but, frankly, that dress code would suit Untouchable. "I'm trying to choose between these," says Goro, pointing to the two boxes.

The boy looks at them, humming thoughtfully. "Are you gonna use it, or is it mostly for display?"

"...Does it matter?"

"Yeah." The boy tilts his head and considers Goro, sharp-eyed behind a tumble of dark curls. "You'll get better use out of the Sterling, but it's kind of ugly." He nods at the box. "All the weird holes."

What does he want Goro to say? I, a high schooler, have a use in mind for this model gun? Absolutely not. Although he suspects that he's going to incriminate himself anyway. "I see what you mean, I suppose. How would the Sterling be better for use?"

"The Thompson is just older. The design's not as refined." The boy steps closer, points to the giant circular drum featured prominently on the picture on the box. "It's too heavy, and it takes a lot of cleaning. The real thing's a lot worse, but a model of a bad gun is still gonna be a bad model gun, you know?" With the same self-assurance, the boy gestures at the Sterling L2A3. It is undeniably ugly, even for a gun. "The Sterling is better with that stuff," says the boy. "And it's designed for smoother recoil. It won't bruise your shoulder."

They've never yet had to clean their guns. That's not an issue, as far as Goro knows. But Ann would likely appreciate something lighter, with easier recoil. The Sterling is more expensive, but...

"We can't get Lady Ann a gun that hurts her," says Morgana firmly.

That's fair enough. Goro nods, even as the boy lights up again beside him.

"Hi to you too, buddy!"

Morgana sighs.

But something outside the window catches the boy's eye, then, and he straightens up. "I need to get going," he says, with a final, somewhat distracted smile. "Hope I helped. Nice meeting you, Morgana."

"Thank you," says Goro, because he did help, despite Goro's initial reservations. He can't even explain why the boy puts him on edge; there's just something about him that makes Goro take notice. And that's never meant anything good before.

All the boy does is brighten, though, like Goro's thanks made... maybe not his day, but his hour. "Sure. Iwai, I'm heading out."

"Thanks, Amamiya," says Iwai, cryptically.

When Goro brings the Sterling to the counter, he says, "I've never seen him before. Was he an employee?"

"Huh?" Iwai glances at the door. "Amamiya? No, he's just an enthusiast. Like you."

Yes. Goro Akechi, model gun enthusiast. "He was eager to be helpful. I thought he might work for you."

Iwai rings up the Sterling. "No, he's just like that. Weird kid."

Goro thinks back to Amamiya's keen focus as he watched Goro sell his trash, and the strange, wry knowing when their eyes met. "You're not wrong," he mutters, handing Iwai the money he owes. "Thank you for all your help today."

It's at that point that two police detectives burst onto the scene, and a flood of sudden, irrational panic washes away all thoughts of the mysterious curly-haired boy. Goro doesn't think about him again for a while.

#persona 5 #p5 #shuake #akeshu #goro akechi #akechi goro #ren amamiya #amamiya ren #persona 5 joker #persona 5 protagonist #sunflower roleswap au #my post #libby's writing #the fic is still in the planning stages i just. wanted to write this #this is what i made my writing blog for lol but im posting it on my main nonetheless

[frogmanfae]

Screams excitedly those are two of my fave livesies too!!

What are your headcanons for them?

Ooh ok ok ok I'm gonna section this

Elmer

Canon era

This isn't original but he has a cat who's the ugliest thing ever but he loves it so much

Big family, lots of siblings, raised by a single dad in over his head (this might be canon)

Almost completely illiterate. He learned the alphabet and that's about as far as he's been able to get. Buttons reads the headline to him every day and has tried to teach him but not much has actually stuck

Buttons is his best friend fs

He's definitely close with Spot Conlon. Someone told me that they think they're half brothers and I can't figure out if I like that or if I think they're a teeny bit in love. I think it depends on the context.

Elmer is Elmer in Manhattan but sometimes he sells in Brooklyn and he's Graves. The only one who knows he's both of these people is Race, who finds it extremely funny whenever someone else says something about Graves in Manhattan or Elmer in Brooklyn

First generation Polish American who's fluent in the Polish language. Because of this, he's good friends with Davey (a Polish immigrant) and he asks him about the country a lot. They both find it pretty refreshing to be able to speak the language and talk about Poland with someone they aren't related to.

Raised in a very religious setting, but once he started selling papers he used it as an excuse to escape the church (religious trauma)

Hides his feelings. If he has to cry he holds it in until night. He usually spends those nights on the street so his siblings don't hear and no body in the lodging house asks

He's on the younger side of the newsies. Either the youngest of the oldest or the oldest of the youngest

He's trying to provide for his family but he's often largely unsuccessful. Not because he's bad at selling or anything, but because a dime doesn't go as far with 9 people to feed

Modern Era

A lot of the canon era stuff carries over (the ugly cat, big family, Buttons, religious trauma, hiding his feelings...)

He really likes Spiderman. Like a lot.

His family isn't the most accepting in terms of his queerness but they could definitely be worse. They kind of just don't acknowledge it most of the time.

He likes to paint his nails. Or rather get his nails painted. Usually Buttons or Jojo does it, but the first time someone painted his nails it was his older sister before she moved out. His favorite color to do is pink but it's more often black so nobody makes a comment because he doesn't want to deal with it

He's one of those fluffy hair boys for sure

He likes experimenting with makeup, nothing too dramatic, but some shiny eyeshadow, some eyeliner (he hasn't been able to do a wing yet) a little bit of lip gloss.. He really likes blush tho, he wears it as often as he can

His sister got him a skirt as a joke and he's only ever put it on once to try. He doesn't love it and he's never worn it after that, but if he's going to a party he might consider it and not go through with it

Despite what literally everyone thinks, man can hold his liquor

He has glasses

He likes chunky jewelry. He has two piercings in each ear that he usually wears black studs and small black hoops in. He wants to get more piercings when he can, but that's it for now

Mountain Dew addict

Or pineapple Fanta addict

Both probably

He plays the flute and the guitar, but most people only know about the flute

He knows flower language. He and Sarah get together at least once a month to talk about flowers

Big over the ear headphones

So easily eepy, man can sleep anywhere no matter the conditions

He struggles a lot with his mental health, but he started to get help and talk more about it when he was nearing the end of high school

Finch

Canon era

Steals Specs's glasses more often than anyone realizes

He has a little sister but hasn't seen her since he ran away

He didn't really mean to run away, but he got into an argument with his parents one night and he stormed out. He got caught up in something and wound up in the Refuge for 6 months. After he got out, he couldn't bring himself to go back. He had just spent half a year getting tortured and degraded and if he went home and his parents were still mad (especially now that he had gotten arrested and disappeared for so long) he wouldn't have been able to handle it. So he never tried

He's actually really good at gambling. Like really good. Most of the time he's not even trying. It drives Race insane

He's close friends with Albert and he might have some more than platonic feelings about him, but he's not entirely sure because he has the same feelings about other people (Crutchie) so it might just be good friend feelings (is it tho?)

He lovesss some good word play

He won't often go out and make trouble himself, but he definitely follows people into trouble a lot

Modern Era

Again, some of this carries over (stealing Specs's glasses, confusing feelings about his friends, word play, following people into trouble...)

He's really close with his sister. She's several years younger than him, but she's his whole world

His parents are divorced and he lives with his dad most of the time, but his mom is still very present in his life

He doesn't do anything to his hair. Like he doesn't even brush it most of the time. Just shampoo and conditioner. It makes Race so pissed that his curls aren't all over the place

Archery 100℅

He doesn't excel in school but he's a straight B student (with the occasional C in math)

He doesn't play hockey, but he does watch it when it's on TV

He knows how to braid, mostly because of his sister. Not just normal braids either, several types of braids. Fishtail, Dutch, French, bubble, all of the above

He's kind of quiet in class, but not so much when he's with his friends

Not a whole lot really bothers him. He's the guy all his friends come to when they're upset

#i love these guys #Elmer is my special guy #i could talk about them for hours #newsies #elmer kasprzak #finch cortes

[charthanry]

BBS: “Who did this to you?”

Why is this giving me major PatPran vibes? The best part is it could be either of them saying this. All aboard this one-way trip on my headcanon train. We shall take many detours so sit back and enjoy the ride to crack-town.

Scenario 1:

What if in EP4, Pran didn’t hurt his shoulder from rugby practice but was a victim of mistaken identity and got jumped on his way home. He doesn’t know his assailants personally but recognizes that one of the burlier guys is from the physical education department by his faculty jacket/uniform and that he’s wearing a unique skull ear cuff that connects to a stud in his left earlobe.

All things remaining the same, Pat comes to his door that night bringing dinner after the awkward run-in with Ink at Wai’s bar and notices his bum shoulder. “Who did this to you?” Pat demands with his fist clenched at his side. Pran plays it off that it’s fine and looks worse than it feels, not wanting Pat to run off and do anything impulsive and reckless and get himself hurt, but he does let slip that one of the guys did seem familiar.

Pat takes care of Pran’s shoulder that night and pokes at his dimples, telling him how could their rugby match in a few days be any fun if Pran isn’t playing? And all seems well in Pran’s world for the brief moment that he got Pat all to himself.

Only the next day, Pran hears from his friends that some lunatic is going around challenging the entire physical education faculty to a fight looking for some meat head who sports a skull ear cuff, because he doesn’t want to kill the wrong guy.

If Pran didn’t already fall as hard as he has for this idiot. His idiot. This would be the moment that pushes him over the edge. And Pat still has NO IDEA. He only knows that Pran is hurt, and he doesn’t like to see Pran hurt. It bothers him.

Scenario 2:

We kinda got this with the Pat got shot! storyline but this was such a ridiculous ploy to get the parents involved and to ‘try’ to redeem Wai that I’ll forever side-eye this whole over-the-top plot point from here to eternity. While true that Pran would be more contemplative and withdrawn than impulsive, we did see Pran get physical when backed into a corner. Take a look at EP1 when he runs to Wai’s rescue and dropkicks Pat in the chest. Or EP2 when Korn and his stooges corner Pran and he takes them on all at once. Pran can, and will, fight if you leave him no other choice. But for Pran, fighting doesn’t necessarily mean getting physical.

Let’s say Pat doesn’t get shot but instead is badly beaten up by those rugby guys for defending Wai. (Side note: why is Wai at the center of all conflict? Why is it always Pran or Pat who has to pay for Wai running his mouth or his poor choices?) Pat had been a bystander to Wai’s bullying once before and suffered Pran’s disappointment for it, he’s not making that mistake again. And let’s face it, Pat getting beat up is more realistic and believable than struggling over a tiny gun and getting shot in the process?

So, Pat ends up in the hospital and Pran gets a frantic text from Korn saying Pat hurt, in hospital, come quick. He reaches Pat’s bedside, assesses all the injuries and something deep and primal awakens within him. And with a quiet fury in his eyes (because we KNOW Nanon can sell silent rage) asks “Who did this to you?” followed by an unspoken: I will end them.

Pran finds out the rugby guys from the rival team are responsible for Pat’s injuries and exacts payback a la Liam Neeson from Taken. You don’t know me, but I have a very specific skill set...

For weeks, Pran nurses Pat back to health and on the day Pat is discharged, he pulls on Pran’s hand to get his attention and sincerely thanks him for being the person he wants to get out of the hospital for — not knowing that BAMF Pran had single-handedly avenged those who wronged Pat in between fetching him more pillows and feeding him jello.

Scenario 3:

Flashback to their middle school days where Pat revels in tormenting Pran on the daily. One day Pran shows up to class with a black eye, Pat doesn’t say anything to him or even acknowledges it. But as soon as he gets a moment alone with Pran in the bathroom, he’s seething “Who did this to you? I want names.” Pran smirks and says, “what’s it to you? can’t stand that someone else beat you to the literal punch?” Pat’s face immediately falls because their rivalry has never been about physically hurting each other, yes, one-upmanship and making each other’s lives more difficult but never, ever has it been about physically wounding the other. Pran notes Pat’s reaction and realizes he’s said the wrong thing, he proceeds to shrug and says nonchalantly “not that it’s any of your business, but that new kid has a pretty mean right hook.” That’s all Pat needs to know.

So, Pat digs and learns that Pran, who is annoyingly well-liked by everyone at school, had an unfortunate run-in with the new guy in their grade. Pat decides new guy needs to be put in his place. This school is only big enough for one rivalry and Pran is already spoken for, er, he’s already in a rival with Pat so he’s off limits, yes, that sounds much better.

The next day Pat shows up to class with a matching black eye to Pran’s. Pran raises his eyebrow in question and Pat smiles his trademark gleeful smile as if to say you should see the other guy. Pran can only roll his eyes in response.

Bonus scenario:

High school Pran notices that Pat is absent from school, because of course he notices. He rushes home at the end of the day, even feigning a headache and skipping after school band practice (what’s the point in even going? Pat won’t be there) and instead races home and up to his room. He props open his window and holds his end of the tin-can telephone to his mouth. Hey, are you there? After a few moments of silence, he tries again. Oi! You’re skipping school now? Keep it up, asshole, you’re going to make it really easy to beat you in class ranking this semester. After a few more moments of silence, Pran resigns himself to the fact that Pat isn’t home. He’s about to pull his window close when a messy head of hair pokes out onto the balcony.

It’s Pat, obviously awoken from a late afternoon nap judging from the annoyed scowl on his face, but beyond that scowl, Pran notes the numerous bandages all up and down Pat’s arms, Pran thinks to himself what the hell happened? Who did this to you? but what comes out instead is “did you lose a fight?” only for Pat to respond with an even deeper scowl and a “none of your business, asshole” and stomps back inside.

Without anyone to see it, Pran’s face morphs into weary concern. Whoever did that to Pat did not hold back, he had long strips of bandages covering both arms as well as a nasty gash on his cheek, marring his otherwise perfect face. Pran decides right then and there that he needs a new highlighter pen, his current one just won’t do. So, he walks down to their neighborhood convenience store — next door to the pharmacy and inexplicably buys ointment. Highlighter pen forgotten.

Walking back to their street, he runs into Pa at the front gate of their houses. She eyes the pharmacy bag in Pran’s hand and asks “did Pat ask you to run to the store? He told you about crazy catzilla?” Confused, Pran asks who or what is catzilla? Pa can barely hold back her delighted chortle, “oh! he didn’t tell you?! Pat ran into a crazy, feral cat on the way home from cram school last night. We think he might have rabies, so ma is making him quarantine in his room, haha.”

And now Pran can’t un-see Pat and this infamous catzilla at a standoff in some dark alleyway. He excuses himself from Pa and gleefully races off taking the stairs two-at-a-time to get to his bedroom window.

):):):):):):):)

That’s our Pat, felled by a feral Pran cat.

**Reposting because I didn’t realize the original blog was locked to replies. 

#bad buddy the series #patpran #pat x pran #my rambly ramblings #I should be finishing up my DTES part 7 but this wouldn't leave me alone #this is insane crack #what is wrong with me??? #ohmnanon #four scenarios #who did this to you #as a marriage proposal #give me all the protective pat and pran scenarios #inject them into my veins #just 1.4k of me professing all my love for these boys #as they try to hide their love for each other #tis the way

[artemisthewh0re]

can you do a sam from ginger snaps x reader with a really girly y2k/baddie aesthetic that likes shopping?

A/N: I love a y2k baddie.

“Samuel you have to take me shopping,” you whine, tugging Sam’s shoulder in pure annoyance. “You promised.”

“I’m busy, maybe tomorrow.” he brushes you off as he packs his dime bags.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just call up the Bailey Downs Police Department and tell them all about what’s got you so busy.” You pull out your bedazzled Nokia and start typing in the department number. Without hitting the call button, you hold the phone to your ear and start speaking.

“Hi yes, I’m a concerned citizen and I have just seen something very disturbing. A creepy old man by the name of Samuel McDonald has been going to high schools and selling young children dr-,” Sam cuts you off mid-word by furiously grabbing your phone and giving you his signature death stare.

“I did even call anyone,” you roll your eyes and collapse on the bed he kept in the greenhouse. You feel the phone hit your thigh and look up to see Sam putting on his sweater.

“I give in, let’s go.” You let out a squeal, hurriedly put on your clear wedges, and grab your brown coach bag and matching sunglasses. Sam looks mildly amused as you overanalyze yourself in the mirror, making sure your tracksuit pants still show off your belly button piercing without making you look trashy. Finally, you finish your inspection and make your way to the van, your long black hair swinging in sync with your hips. You catch Sam looking you over through his eyelashes.

The trip to the only mall in town was uneventful as always. Bailey Downs was probably the most boring town to ever exist. The most exciting thing that ever happened was all the dogs getting eaten by a wolf, which didn’t last long anyway. The inside of the mall was surprisingly nice considering the look of the town and had some of your favorite stores like Wet Seal and Le Chateau.

“Can you please not take hours this time? These trips are taking years off my life.”

“Go eat a hot dog or something I’ll take as long as I want.”

“Fine, you’ll have to find a ride home.” Sam walks towards the food court leaving you to your own devices. You knew he was bluffing, he would never leave you anywhere for more than a couple of minutes. As you head inside the building you spot your best friend since middle school, Lindsey. She was often compared to Paris Hilton since she has waist-length blonde hair and a love for everything hot pink. You two made quite the pair whenever you went out on the town.

“Lindsey!” You wave her over, practically jumping to see her.

“Bestie!” she yells across the parking lot as she runs towards you. She embraces you with a big hug before fixing her top and smoothing her hair back down.

“Where’s your little lap dog?” She grabs your arm to walk with you.

“He ditched me ‘cuz I take too long to shop.” You push the mall doors open and the smell of food smacks you in the face. A little hum slips from your lips as walk inside your version of heaven. Sam is in the corner slurping down a soda in the arcade area. You don’t bother trying to get his attention instead, you head upstairs to find at least one good pair of jeans.

You finally find a nice pair of studded jeans in Hot Topic of all places but the urge to make a complete outfit based around this one item was too great for you to resist. Just as Lindsey drags you to Dillards, Sam walks into the store next door. Lindsey looks over at him and furrows her eyebrows.

“Y’know you and Sam have been a thing for a while now and I still don’t get it. You’re a beautiful goddess of a woman with a conscience of Mother Teresa and the sass of Janis Ian while Sam is a five foot six gremlin with a temper. Why him? There are so many guys who are way hotter and nicer,” Lindsey says giving you a disapproving tongue click.

“First off he doesn’t have a temper he just thinks you’re annoying and second I like my gremlin just the way he is, all five foot six inches of him including the extra inches,” you give her a wink as you walk the to the purse section.

“You’re disgusting,” she shouts after you.

The handbags are unimpressive as always but a Juicy Couture bag catches your eye. You bend over to get a better look, but feel hands run across your butt and hips. You would have been alarmed if you didn’t hear Sam let out a whine “Can we pleeeease leeeave?”

“It hasn’t even been that long.” You pick up the bag, feeling the texture beneath your fingertips, and decide it's perfect for the outfit you created in your head.

“It’s been two fucking hours!”

“Like I said, not that long.”

“You’re going to drive me crazy.” Sam runs his fingers through his hair in exasperation.

“Fine, fine, fine we'll leave after I get this bag.” A sigh of release escapes his pink lips and he practically drags you to the register. Lindsey makes her way to the counter just as you get your receipt.

“Where are we going next?” She puts her heap of clothes onto the counter, not even caring what the final price is.

“Oh I’m going I gotta put my gremlin down for a nap.” Sam rolls his eyes at the new nickname. “I’ll see you later though, you’re going to Ginger’s party right?”

“Yeah, I guess I'll see you there.” You give her a wave and turn to the exit. From the corner of your eye, you see Sam stick his tongue out at her. You can tell by his reaction that she reciprocated the action.

“Stop acting like a toddler,” you laugh.

“You’re right I should act more like a gremlin,” sarcasm dripped off his voice.

#reader insert #black reader #black girl reader #black!fem!reader #fanfic #chubby black reader #chubby reader #reader insert fluff #chubby black reader fluff #black reader fluff #sam ginger snaps #sam mcdonald #sam mcdonald fluff #sam mcdonald x black reader #sam mcdonald x chubby black reader #gingers snaps #kris lemche #kris lemche fluff #y2k aesthetic #y2k vibes #y2k black girl

[rarebritney]

i just got my helix pierced! i know it’ll be a while before i can change the jewelry out but what is a cute brand? a set with lobe and helix would be the best but just wondering your opinion!

I've had my helix for exactly a year and have yet to change my jewelry!!! I got mine done at Studs, I know they sell a lot of things. I have big zirconia studs in mine from there atm (and since last year) and they still look very sparkly and nice. I was looking at mejuri, Swarovski, and Sandy Liang (they have little ballet shoe earrings?!?) for new earrings:) but I'm still looking.... I might pick out some new earrings for my helixes when I go get my second lobe holes done

[thecrackshiphouse]

The Brando/Nero family goes to Disney

After months of careful planning and favors being cashed in, Dio is successful in getting plane and park tickets for his lovely family to go to Disneyland. Not Disneyworld, Dio refuses to return to Florida. He has mistakes down there. Three of them.

Due to his vampirism Dio is able to get everything prepared while Risotto, Giorno, and Trish sleep. He would rather them get the rest they need before their long trip to California from their home in Italy.

By the time they make it to the hotel, Dio already has a game plan for how they will get to every ride possible in both parks. While he wanted his family to have fun, he was on a mission to get onto every single ride he could physically fit on cast members be damned.

First thing on the list once they got settled into their hotel room was to get ears, Dio obviously went for the most expensive ones he could find. That being a pair of what could easily be mistaken for gold encrusted Minnie ears with a few jewels on each ear. Compared to the ears his family chose, and those around them Dio certainly stood out.

Trish got a pair of Minnie ears that were covered in pink and white sequins in a pattern that looked like the white one were polka dots on the ears. Giorno went for a pair of golden colored ears with a row of flowers across the head band. While Risotto went for a more simplistic black pair of ears with some studs scattered across each ear, matching his personal aesthetic.

Once the ears are secured the challenge of getting onto every ride began. Starting in Fantasy Land they were easily able to cross off Dumbo, the Mad Tea Party (although Dio may have gone a bit overboard with the spinning), Alice in wonderland, and Mr Toad's Wild Ride. The one ride he refused to even get close to was It's a small world, if he is to get on it, he will destroy the ride entirely.

After a few hours and some Fast Pass usage they were able to complete the first section on Dios list of conquest. They took a break to get some food before continuing on with their day, stopping through stores and getting souvenirs for Giornos, and Risottos respective teams.

Whenever they made their way to Galaxy's edge Dio paid for all of them to get their own Lightsabers. Dio of course getting the red crystal, once they were done building he went straight to the shop that sells the crystals separately and bought out all of the red ones specifically so he could get the black crystal. The first one he opened ended up being black so Giorno and Trish gave out the rest of the crystals that Dio didn't bother to open.

Dio made it a point that in every area of Disney they were in to get the most expensive thing he could get his hands on, while at the same time giving Trish and Giorno everything they could want and then some. By the end of the first day, they already have several boxes being mailed off straight to Italy so they won't have to take it back through the air port.

Their time in California Adventure is very similar to Disney, especially in the attempt to go onto every ride, although There were a few moments where Dio used The World to freeze time and move his family to the front of a line or two because the wait time was just too long for his liking. This may have lead to a few arguments that nearly ended in a brawl that Dio had to be dragged away from before they could get kicked out of the parks. Risotto mainly calming him down with many tempting promises for when they returned home. On Pixar Pier they played some of the carnival games, in which Dio cheats at so he could get the best prizes. No one can prove anything when he uses the world and wins the best prizes he can for his family.

Even with all of the events they have during the day Dio makes sure they get passes to the evening shows, making sure they have the best seats for Fantasmic, and The World of Color. Even going as far as bribing whoever he has to in order to get the best spots for visuals.

By the end of the trip even Dio is feeling exhausted and is ready to relax in the comfort of his home in the arms of his lover. It might be a while before he does anything like this again, but as long as his family had fun then it was worth it to him.

#Dio Brando #dioris #i will go down with this crack ship #giorno giovanna #crackship #Risotto Nero #Trish Una #They go on vacation #yes i put mudaling slander #giorno is the only child of dio i like #dio adopts trish

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Name: Maria Moulin

Nickname: Mary, Marie, Angel, Princess (Janice)

Birthday: March 16th

Age: 19

Appearance: Maria is petite and thin with very pale white skin, pretty doll like facial features with large up turn violet eyes and a beauty mark on the left side under her lips, short very blonde-almost white hair in a bob cut

Clothes: Her wardrobe is mostly very modest and nothing too special, usually very covering of her body such as sweaters, long sleeve button ups, long shirts shortest being just three inches above her knees, high socks, leggings, and barely any form of jewelry besides her studs of her ears and her silver cross around her neck

Personality: Maria's pretty simple and quiet on the outside, never been one to cross a line of any kind and never rebelled in any form. Is very loyal and sweet albeit moody and easily annoyed but easily bashful specifically towards Janice. She needs more confidence and bravery in her but that's what her friends are here for.

Schooling: 1st Year of college, Photography and Art Major

Likes: Classical music, pasta, vanilla cake, singing, the smell of the ocean, Janice, cleaning, painting, taking pictures, French, her half/step-brother Hugo, the sunrise, the rain, Autumn, the scent of old books, Girl in Red, Cavetown, dodie, cats, aquariums, drawing, croissants, quiche, Italian food, French cuisine, magic, cute clothes, astrology, tarot readings, day dreaming, milkshakes and burgers, Panic! At The Disco, jazz

Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, thieves, when her father is angry, not being able to be free to do what she wants, being left behind, people lusting after her friends or Hugo, the idea her secrets get found out and thrown out, dogs, super hot summers and springs, smoking, fire drills, annoying people and questions, loud noises, fire unless it's safe campfire or far away fireworks

Abilities: Singing, cleaning, cooking, speaks fluent French, art, photography

Story: Maria was an only child of a mother and father who weren't the best, often not feeding or bathing her and spending money on their addictions and greed than on her and sometimes sending her out to the cold to make her sell candy bars and flowers and matches until she gives them money, or so she's told. In all honesty she doesn't remember much of her childhood, just that she had parents and would remember the cold winter. After passing out from a high fever she was taken in by the church were she met Pastor Claudius Moulin who took her in to his home and raised her with his child from a previous marriage Hugo, a boy who's half deaf and suffers from medical and physical complications and issues who is very crafty and beautiful at art.

After spending many years in France and being home schooled the Moulin family moved to America after the Pastor got a call about needing a proper man of God to the current city at age 16, there she met her current friends and spent high school hopefully crushing on Janice from afar and began a secret collection of the life she wants with make-up, different types of books than she's given, and spending a life with Janice.

Currently she goes to collage while working part-time as a singing waitress at "Dîner D'enfer" with Jac

Name Meanings: Maria - Latin for either "of the sea" or "rebellious" Moulin - French for "mill"

#disney villain recruiters #disney villain recruiter au #maria moulin #veil #villain recruiters veil

[fullofsunsetwhispers]

I know Bessie is Bessie but do the Baileys give all the farm animals names or just her?

The only canon name confirmed by the series is Bessie. Only Bessie.

Although, if you want to count Chronicles as canon, there is also a goat named Molly.

If you want to know my take on the issue, tho.... It's weird NOT to give names to animals you take care of. Unless these animals are kept for meat. Then in order not to get attached, these animals remain nameless. Baileys own a beef ranch. The cattle raised there I presume is destined either for cattle slaughter or breeding. (yeah too delicate a matter for a kids' show but it's the only reasonable explanation). Because Clay confirms in 'Big as Texas episode' Bessie is THE ONLY MILKER. That means, Baileys used to have more milking cows but they changed the business. I think having a large beef ranch is more profitable than making a living out of selling milk bottles. Idk if these male cows are named. The best option is - they have earrings with numbers in order to differentiate them somehow.

But in the series, we see other animals on Bailey Farm.

For example, hens. (so I do believe there are roosters somewhere too AND LITTLE CHICKS!!! cute little yellow balls strolling!!! )

And taking into consideration, in the same episode Clay, Kimiko and rai are given 3 horses, I am more than certain there is a stud on Bailey Farm.

I can even accept XC's idea that Baileys own a couple of goats too. Oor there is also a possibility that Daddy Bailey takes care of the beef ranch while Grandpappy Bailey has a herd of milking cows and goats.

(on another note, I had an idea while writing it - what if Clay's hometown is further away from Grandpappy's ranch? Like, in other parts of Texas? That would explain why there are major differences between XS and XC ranches)

And as my personal headcanon, Momma Bailey takes in a lot of stray cats and dogs and Jesse keeps somewhere snakes and geckos hidden. Because daddy Bailey considers them vermins so he would never allow Jesse to have such pets.

What I'm getting at, tho - each chicken, cat, dog, horse, or goat has a name. I'm not sure how would the cattle be treated but there are two options - 1. they do have names 2. they are labeled with numbers. Old Bessie is an exception because she is meant to be left alone in that 'killing for the meat' business.

#ask #bessie bailey #bailey farm #clay bailey #daddy bailey #grandpappy bailey #xiaolin chronicles #molly bailey #momma bailey #jesse bailey #i bet daddy bailey was not happy when he discovered there is a hole in henhouse's roof

[dillardsmed13]

You are in the market to sell jewelry that you own in order to make some extra cash. This can be a scary market to work with because of all of the dishonest people you may have to deal with. Follow the information that we provide in this article for your best chance at success.

Use a gentle dish soap to clean your jewelry. The soap you buy for your kitchen can be great for jewelry too. Just make sure you buy a gentle dish soap. Look for one that is suitable for use on your hands. That way, you can be sure it won't damage the jewelry. Attending yard-sales is a great way to build up a collection of jewelry. Many people sell old costume jewelry for practically pennies. This is a perfect opportunity to stock up on broken pieces that can be repaired or made into new jewelry later. Many new beautiful pieces of jewelry can be born of old broken pieces. Use yard-sales to build up your collection. Make sure you know what to look for when buying platinum jewelry. Platinum needs to be at least 95% pure in order for it to be considered real platinum. If it's lower it is platinum alloy. Also, be aware that platinum can develop a patina, which many people feel gives jewelry a nice antique look. This jewelry also does not wear away and is hypoallergenic. Watch to see whether they usually wear necklaces or bracelets, or if they prefer dangly earrings to studs. These types of observations will provide a starting point to purchase an item they'll cherish. Next time you are looking into making a jewelry purchase, you may want to consider an "out-of-the-box" place to shop. Many home-based make-up companies are spreading their wings and reaching out to a new consumer base by selling jewelry as well as make-up. The prices are usually reasonable and the merchandise ships quickly. So next time you are looking to buy some new jewelry, check out your favorite make-up rep. If you want to buy one of the ladies in your life a piece of jewelry, but don't know her size, just sneak something out of her jewelry box that she already wears. That way you can have that item sized and get her the perfect jewelry in the perfect size - she'll be totally amazed! When buying jewelry as a gift, buy something that can be worn every day. Diamond stud earrings are an excellent choice as they go with anything. Watches are also a very utilitarian option, just make sure it's classy but casual enough that she could wear it to work. Neutral colors are also an excellent choice. lv apple watch band of selecting your wedding jewelry should be taking into consideration when you're getting married. Sparkly jewelry, like dangling diamonds, look best when light is coming from all directions, as it would in a night ceremony or reception. Daytime weddings, especially outdoors, tend not to highlight this kind of jewelry as well. Stay inside your budget. Splurging outside your budget can cause many issues, not just financially. You may end up feeling over-stressed if you realize the piece you bought is causing you to get into debt. Financially over-stretching yourself is not the best way to purchase jewelry, so stick to your budget. Jewelry sets are a great gift item to consider. Most jewelers offer special deals on jewelry when it is bought in sets, rather than each piece individually. You can separate pieces of the set and gift a piece to your loved one every holiday season. This way you can have a gift ready for someone months in advance and know that they will like it. A great jewelry tip is to disguise your jewelry when you wear it to work. A lot of places won't allow their employees to wear jewelry and they'll reprimand you if they see you wearing any. By wearing jewelry that's flesh toned, it'll be harder for them to see you're wearing any jewelry. In conclusion, you want to make sure that you are successful when selling jewelry. This involves making sure that you get a fair amount for your product, as well as knowing where and who to sell to. Hopefully the information that we have provided in this article will lead you in the right direction in being a successful seller.

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[libidomechanica]

The Masters lie

A Kelly lune sequence

               I

But prudence is slain. The Master’s lie? For when the woods!

               II

) But given you see. And babbles that all satisfied.

               III

Take, oh, take turns to progress silver anvils, and play.

               IV

Beneath the substance, and I defaced. Which I will sure!

               V

Might this fair surpasseth. And the like; she taught my way.

               VI

As the breath the same? Noon, there is no one to bless this.

               VII

Water shall not wait? Years for whose grace the Shepherd’s crook.

               VIII

She tells her lo’e nae man but with shot, her breast.&Somewhere.

               IX

Those faire to be! Sulk upon him who first learne spelling.

               X

When small bird? Our morning beneath a Double Burden.

               XI

Trees of a Ghazál. For pleasure shade, where these forests.

               XII

Her several part. -Ah! Love spark that need’st thou shalt do!

               XIII

That time—so just lie under the while as is the heart.

               XIV

Hopes which I don’t believe it. I’ll wed another’s fate!

               XV

And would come to bid farewell! That spread with misgouernaunce.

               XVI

For all as a man! The woman beare, moste is, a fool.

               XVII

Rip away the Lambe? Naked as horse? Full of the year.

               XVIII

As you can no more than mine. Now it ran bright contain!

               XIX

Drying in the blue. Turned half-round them. Love’s great god Pan.

               XX

Towards the Hunter’s near. The tear is used. Our girls, she fell.

               XXI

With horses dark again is sweetest scent. Let me go.

               XXII

And lo! But mutual bliss, when shifted round by thee.

               XXIII

Speak to injure. And baby. In faith is strange to meet.

               XXIV

Thee is but a voyage done! Had leuer my father one.

               XXV

But weave, weave them sighing and with all mine ears, their troth?

               XXVI

Is made of chamber studs, my hunting the way to death!

               XXVII

Pick up bad habits of power: and wives! Remember?

               XXVIII

I’ll wed another lay. She is not its signified.

               XXIX

A carpenter braue. Rocks that brought it, and I defaced.

               XXX

My sonne of his sole obiect best of Eternity.

 ��             XXXI

To her face! To keep them with his mind prints his own skin.

               XXXII

Nay, but would he hankers, I never collide? Again.

               XXXIII

I will break. When I perhaps, thou art? Ridiculous.

               XXXIV

Last. Thus vainly this test—thy body answer; feeling.

               XXXV

A wheel echoes breaks. Cowards me pain. They slander so!

               XXXVI

These hallways. Well is it seemed to feed our idle shell.

               XXXVII

But drove Confusion change to me, nor smell, desire!

               XXXVIII

In this closely fused as fuel, heat, a breathing. His wont.

               XXXIX

—Alas! So not eares, but was a rose that from bedde.

               XL

Of sweet love, nor rested day by day prepare my Fall!

               XLI

And layd him dead. Somehow— I know in the outlet thee.

               XLII

There came to some light. I write, before we grow older.

               XLIII

All thought, mark me, Peona! I try to make us poor.

               XLIV

Take it sweet dreams are bad. The blue as you could you more?

               XLV

What’s freedom a drug that’s bought availed: he was brought to.

               XLVI

My lord was like a sea-fish. What if with thanks and cream?

               XLVII

Paws, and bids make all but Luther’s hunger mouth and lo!

               XLVIII

Nurse of you and yet three castle gate, pulling yourselves.

               XLIX

I felt the pleasure. Year be spring home till his eye.

               L

My clenched hand; she remember. Take, oh, take them more spell.

               LI

She fell. Nut have fresh bend of some stooped down some mischiefe.

               LII

-Be quicke. Her een sae bright gold sands, islands, and so long.

               LIII

Quit, quit for the iewell. To sell her stand open wyde.

               LIV

You came into the click of the shoe or slip or fall.

               LV

As on a shelf. At last I saw not, hearing her word?

               LVI

As Lady Psyche as she laid a feeling are one.

               LVII

Met wi’ an auld man. That keeps with many a fine knack.

               LVIII

Did for my voyage done! See her, look upon her face!

               LIX

That, in purple cleft brings a great harmes resist? The eye.

               LX

Julia, that Do; what Thyself and yourselves. Water, war!

               LXI

My stumbling chanced that he could keep a purer joy?

               LXII

Late at night, and in, from which gave upon a feature?

               LXIII

Entered into his sweet purse-mouth when the common-sense!

               LXIV

Bathing of my heart. Its girth; but when the stones, their sun.

               LXV

Than the isle of Dew. Savage and press? Sleeker than mine.

               LXVI

First of human kind. Would often deuoured they be fair.

               LXVII

Well, Sir, awful power shall our blood; it groan’d, and weep.

               LXVIII

That your isolation! Sing me a foot and a pose.

               LXIX

A flowers in your books, on your arm. An offices.

               LXX

Wonder at the poor lambkins from the heavenly tune?

               LXXI

Would they were met by my heart. So removèd by our praise.

               LXXII

Against thy calling. Glass of earth tis his fancy-sick.

               LXXIII

It makes its sound and wept. Make the snow, whether absence!

               LXXIV

You tell me all so often and with pity and die.

               LXXV

From her proof of desolate rockfields. But surely die.

               LXXVI

—To the doubtful smile and green. In the flockes be vnfedde.

               LXXVII

So witen ech other. These things? He fixed thee? The year.

               LXXVIII

There at the wild-briar is swerving. That will be dear.

               LXXIX

The though the grass; shapeless this. Full many lesings one!

               LXXX

Died thee? Let love, as a dream: yet such a paradise.

               LXXXI

As Horace fat, or a Tory, or Trimmer at least.

               LXXXII

Stood silent: for the iewell. Will to pre-occupy.

               LXXXIII

Ah! In the nipple; paps tractable as udders were.

               LXXXIV

The flashlight pendulum. Where is no reason at all.

               LXXXV

For I have done in tender mistresses. And wonder.

               LXXXVI

He heavenly zone. Full in the dore, and how soon thine.

               LXXXVII

Above a shooting. I was lost in the land, with leaves.

               LXXXVIII

He hoasts and having no such a Surplus as feeds Hell.

               LXXXIX

And spread greyly eastward, that like an arrow for me.

               XC

Hunt all beauties flow? Why did I wonders the heauens height.

               XCI

May so farewell! The mouing of her manners, wit, or face!

               XCII

Commend thee. But he must curse the happy was the sun.

               XCIII

Another skin from my wounds. So that was once esteem.

               XCIV

My husband is he gone? Pale death, dear Cloe, and silence.

               XCV

For thee to repeat. To steal and cleft the spirit well?

               XCVI

With her glory from the edge. He that place and tower.

               XCVII

Truth suppress’d. Upon this guilty with the lave o’t!

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