#but then you talk about your special interests for four paragraphs and it's like peace and love on the planet earth my crops are thriving

[nemmet]

ok ok ok i know you def headcanon fred autistic too (besides mystery inc which is canon lol) so you were the first person i could think to say this to after reading your posts sooo

i bet !!!! he was autistic coded the whole time and the creators themselves just did not know what they were doing!!!

before autism had a name and well known rep and stuff, before people really knew what it was, higher functioning autistics were just “quirky” or whatever. and say, if you were making a tv show or book, you wanted to take inspiration from real life. and you gave one of your characters traits you’d seen in those quirky individuals. you didn’t know what it was nor did anyone else, it was just a personality trait you gave them based off of what you’d observed !

neither the creator nor viewers would know that person was autistic. it was just mimicking traits you’d seen irl. and that’s why i strongly believe fred is autistic coded whether they planned it or not, even — almost especially — in a time where autism wasn’t well known !!!! that’s an argument given a lot from what i’ve seen, that an old cartoon wouldn’t purposely have an autistic character. but they would and they have. they just don’t know that’s what it’s called. it’s just a part of life, which people forget. buddy’s just undiagnosed lol /hj

autism is everywhere mwahaha >:)

anyways sorry for rant and quite possibly stating the obvious 😭😭

the way my face lit up when i saw this in my inbox!!! always so happy to talk about autistic fred :)

autistic coding absolutely happens in cases where the writer doesn't intend it, and early versions of fred very well could be one!! a lot of his "quirky" moments in the older shows come from the odd scene where he does something so bizarre and spontaneous that it flips his well-put-together exterior on its head, like running down the joker & penguin in a rolling tire. this source of comedy from his character very much continues into his later incarnations, just in a way that seems more thoughtful/purposeful. like, at first glance he seems to be a very average, simple, good-looking boy!! but then he opens his mouth and he's a lame grandpa who will tell you about the history of nets regardless of whether or not you're listening, and impulsively start cheerleading routines to raise his friends' spirits.

and all of that just feels like such an autism thing, or at least one i can relate my own personality and experiences to. i love the idea that the writers of pre-mystery inc versions of fred may have taken character inspiration from similarly undiagnosed or unrecognised neurodivergent people in a time when those traits were merely considered "quirkiness". the idea that he's undiagnosed up until mystery inc is so canon to me now.

and to top it all off, yeah fred can be the butt of the joke sometimes, but he's still always a character we feel endeared to and want to root for! his strengths are unconventional and concentrated in specific areas, but he's highly competent and caring while also feeling human in his moments of awkwardness and insecurity!! and that's why i think he's such a great autistic character in both coding and canon, and why it makes me happy to see people celebrate this about him.

your ask was such a lovely thing to read and respond to, thank you! and thank you if you're still here and have read nem's ramble number 1000000 about autistic fred. goodnight coolsville ohio

#it's so wild how you can be feeling really stressed and out of it #but then you talk about your special interests for four paragraphs and it's like peace and love on the planet earth my crops are thriving #thank you again krash!! #scooby doo #fred jones #nem askbox :D

[lovedetlost]

Every guy I talk to on dating apps seem to just want friends with benefits and it’s so frustrating cause I never had a relationship (I’m now done with college) and everyone talks about their high school and college relationships and it’s like what am I doing wrong! I know I’m not the most attractive girl but nobody has ever showed an interest in me until I got on dating apps (a few months ago) and it’s all just fwb or they stop talking to me like I know I’m awkward but ugh. And I don’t think it’s even jealousy anymore, it’s just, what is so wrong with me that all of my friends and family seem to always have people chasing after them and always going in dates (or are in long term relationships. And it’s like the only guy that ever kissed me was at a party and I’m pretty sure he only did cause he had just broken up with his girlfriend (I did not know that at the time). And you would think ok, it’s my personality then, I’m a bitch right? But I really don’t think so, that’s like the one thing I pride myself on is being nice and kind to everyone and always willing to drop what I’m doing to help others and I don’t like saying bad things about people (like yeah I do gossip about things but not really anything hurtful, and that’s only with very close friends). It’s just like why did I never have the opportunity to experience a high school or college romance. Like why was I and why am I still not good enough? And now everyone is past that stage and into the I just want to fuck with no commitment stage.

And to be honest, I feel like I could be in a fwb situation too but I don’t want it first to be like that. I know a lot of people find the whole virginity thing a controlling social construct, which yeah it is, but I want my first time to be meaningful, not special per say like in the movies where it’s no pain, and everything is perfect, but just meaningful, you know?

And what if one day I do get into a relationship, I tell them I have never been in a relationship before/never had sex, and it’s seen as weird and a red flag.

Anyways, sorry for ranting so much. It’s just upsetting you know?

Also I don’t know why it added a ton of space between the first and second paragraph but it won’t go away so sorry for the format

i am so sorry this got lost in the myriad of asks this one speaks to my soul.

darling i am 29 and have had one relationship that lasted for four months, and in hindsight i don't even know if he liked me let alone loved me. i have spent what feels like all of my adult life looking for what others seem to find so fucking easy.

and i am the same. i have tried to find someone, anyone willing to have me just on the side. but i seem to be so easy to live without.

and every day i fight that narrative, the one just one sentence above. it is not always easy, and it weighs so heavily on my heart. but i believe, i have to believe, that there is a reason and a point to this and one day i will find someone who wants to scream from the rooftops that i'm their girl.

and baby, if i believe that for me, i believe it for you. one day the why will make sense. and though it sometimes makes me cry so much i feel i may drown, i just have to hold my head eye and act confident and hope that acting will soon be being. but i will never stop yearning for what others have. i just have to make peace with it, and hope that it will soon change.

also in regard to the virginity thing, i may have changed the truth to the guy i slept with for the first time. i’ve spoken about that if you’re interested.

baby, if you’re going to take away anything, take away this. people around us will not always be the best barometers for who we are. just because the men in your life (and mine) have easily cast us aside, doesn’t mean we deserve it. you’re beautiful and kind and one day someone will wonder why the fuck no one snatched you up, but thrilled they didn’t

#asks #agony aunt #sex ed

[beakami]

The Force and Love Series (02/04): There Is Nothing Wrong With You (Obi Wan x Reader, no y/n)

Hello! I hope you liked chapter one and that you enjoy number two. I have written up to chapter 4 now, and even though I pretended it to be a lower burn I...might have gotten excited, though the smut chapter is still a little far away (will be doing a oneshot to calm myself, though xD) Hope my muse for what comes next doesn’t abandon me, and I also have to think on when and how to finish the series, we’ll see, we’ll see <3

Summary: Reader is rescued from a life of servitude when Obi Wan and Master Joda find her while on a very important mission. Her connection with the Force is deep and quite different from the one the Order is used to. She is now free but, what will it be of her life? Will she follow the path of the Jedi? Will feeling get in the way?

Warnings: Will change in furute chapters but for now just some angst and mention of slavery. If there is anything else you see and think I should add here, please, do tell me and I will do so gladly. Enjoy

Word Count: 2711

Chapter Two: There Is Nothing Wrong With You

>>You couldn’t help but cry for a couple of minutes still there on the grass before finally being able to recompose yourself and just walk back to your quarters in silence. What you didn’t know was that the Jedi Masters had felt your discomfort, even more confused when it did…nothing. Your feelings were so overwhelming and yet not one window trembled, the ground didn’t quake under them and for a moment the Council fell silent. How was that even possible? For that, you had to be in complete sync with the Force in a way it escaped even Master Yoda, but funny enough, he was the only one not really that surprised, the one that used that to push further his idea of you learning, or of at least, you talking to them so they could asses the idea better.

  >>While you waited in your room, freshening yourself and trying to read one of the beautiful books they had lent you, the Council went into a short intermission, after which they would meet again to make a decision regarding the following day. That moment was the one Obi Wan chose to go and talk to Master Yoda and Master Windu, explaining his idea, that he thought they should listen to you.

  -You should at least let her speak, explain herself. I trust it would be very enlightening of her nature, and she most probably will surprise you. -said the brown haired, thick bearded Jedi, while Master Yoda smiled with a nod-.

  -Right you might be. Sensed her struggle we have, and yet there was peace. Very interesting it is, don’t you think?

  >>Master Windu was still not really convinced about you, but in the end, he thought that just listening to what you had to say would do no harm, and might help bring some light into this whole matter. You would learn later from Obi Wan the decision they took on the resumed meeting, and that they would call you the following day to speak before them. 

>>But meanwhile you kept rummaging the idea in your mind, the word “home” turning and rolling and just making you have to reread the same paragraph at least five times until you decided to set the book aside. You carefully placed it back on the vanity of your room, for you such things were precious to you, even more because it was someone else’s and they had entrusted it to you so you could enjoy it. To others it might be nonsense, it was just a book, but you cherished such things as you were never allowed to read from your master’s library. The soft smile directed at the book quickly disappeared as you walked to the window, peering outside and seeing the young padawans train with one of the Masters.

  >>They were holding sticks in their hands and you guessed they were practicing their fighting skills with a not so dangerous mockup of a lightsaber. It brought another smile back to your face, and you truly believed in your chest that they would all be wonderful Jedis. You tried hard to contain your mind so it would not go to what they would have to give up for it, and then it came to you like a whip…they knew what they were getting into, they knew what they would have to leave behind. But…did they? Could such young souls know what they were actually saying goodbye to? You weren’t sure but…it was their choice, you told yourself; and you had to make one too, even if it was just for the unlikely possibility they actually accepted you as a padawan. Would you give up on love just to…have a family? That was the only question that should roam your mind, the only thing that should have mattered to you, the possibility of love…or a place where you belong?

  >>Your smile grew sadder, almost heartbreakingly so, as you closed your eyes and sighed deeply and slowly, trying to bring peace to your trembling mind, you would have to decide but…also them. You opened your eyes as you were still waiting for Obi Wan to make his appearance as he told you before. Maybe he would know something. And as if on cue, a knock on the door made you turn around, though you didn’t jump in surprise, you knew it was him as you felt his Force signature behind the door. Not wanting to make him wait when he had taken the time to come see you, you went and quickly opened the door for him. Your eyes were still a bit red, but you only thought so when his smile turned into a frown as he put a hand on the frame of the door.

  -What did I tell you about worrying, Beatrice? -He wasn’t really scolding you, you were a woman, not a child, not one of his students, but he could only imagine how it all must be after all those years as a slave-.

  -I’m sorry Master Kenobi but…there is just too much in my mind, it is not as easy as just not…worrying. Not an easy choice, none of the ones that run around in my head are.

  >>You confessed slightly ashamed, even if you didn’t really know why you felt that way. Maybe because you saw him as an example, a good and honorable man, and believed that you could easily disappoint him. But you moved aside and gestured towards the inside of your room.

  -¿Would you like to come in? I…could prepare tea, I feel there is something you’d like to tell me.

  >>He raised a brow, you felt? How? Wasn’t he masking his Force signature well enough? because if he was…no, he must have slipped, maybe it showed a little when he got preoccupied at noticing you had been crying. Yes, he told himself that must have been it. Once those thoughts had run quickly through his mind, he gave you a nod and smiled again, walking inside and then going to sit on the chair you signaled. When you saw he was there comfortably, you circled the little peninsula that separated the tiny kitchen from the rest of your living quarters and put a kettle to heat, preparing to cups and the tea leaves. You soon had a perfectly neat tray with everything on it, poured the boiling water inside the teapot with the leaves and went back with Obi Wan. You set down the tray and were going to serve him when his hand gently held your wrist and you looked at him a little confused.

  -Don’t you want the tea?

  -I do, but sit down. I’ll serve it, you have prepared it all, so it is just fair that I serve it.

  >>You blinked again, in this occasion you did it two, three, four and even five times before answering, your voice low and filled with doubt.

  -I…guess it is… -it sounded more like a question than an affirmation, basically because it was. You don’t remember a time where you didn’t do everything, it was expected of you, and they left you at peace the most when they didn’t have to be telling you what to do. As such, you had learnt to just never stop working, that way your masters were happy and would let you be without bothering you. And so, these two weeks here had felt so tranquil, but also so strange.

  >>Yet, as he kept looking at you, you gave in and sat down. Only then did he release your wrist and started to serve the tea. Your answer to how much sugar you wanted went out as a weak whisper, and you were surprised he even heard you. It went on in silence until he was sitting again, holding the cup elegantly and clearing his throat to speak. You made sure to be looking intently at him so he knew you were listening, even if you were still a little baffled by how gentle he was.

  -The Council wants to talk to you tomorrow. -he saw the fear in your eyes rise again, the sheer panic shining through them, and he left the cup on the table to put that warm hand over yours, which was trembling softly- Only if you want, this is not an order but…if you mind my opinion, I think you should do it.

  -O-of course I care about your opinion…did Master Yoda thought it was a good idea too? -you asked and he smiled warmly, nodding once- I just…What if I offend them? What if they…if I just…

  >>You closed your eyes as the tears stung at them again, and you felt stupid, so small and just lost in this world that made you so afraid of losing something you didn’t have yet, and didn’t even know if you wanted. Obi Wan felt his chest hurt, what must have you gone through to think and feel like that? He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know, but he felt the need to help you calm down.

  -You won’t offend them, you will just tell them what you told me, and they’ll understand. Master Yoda will be there and…so will I.

  >>At the mention of his presence you opened your watery eyes to look at him, touched by his kind gesture.

  -You will?

  >>Your voice came out like a plead more than a question, and he nodded again, a reassuring smile on his lips. And you smiled back, you couldn’t help it, and he could feel the happiness even if there was still fear and specially a lot of tension in your aura. It amazed him again, your Force was vibrating of pure joy and he knew you didn’t even do it on porpoise when you Force signature touched his and made that happiness contagious so easily.

  -Remarkable. -he murmured and this time you heard him and raised one brow with curiosity-.

  -Remarkable? What is remarkable Master Kenobi? -you really had no clue that word was meant for you, and as soon as he noticed he chuckled softly, still feeling that joy you had just shared-.

  -You, your control over the Force like it’s nothing. You do things without noticing that most of us can only manage through huge amounts of concentration and years of practice.

  -I what? -You could hardly believe his words and it showed as clearly in your face as it did in your aura, which wavered and changed color as your cheeks flushed just one shade darker, not used in the slightest to anything close to praise.

  -You heard me right, Beatrice. That is why they are taking so long to decide. Because they have never met someone like you, and that is why Master Yoda and I think they should do just that, get to know you, and what better way than talking for a while? Take it like that, just a chat so they get to know you.

  -A chat? Master Kenobi…It is not just a chat… -your voice breaks ever so softly and he swears it hurts, someone as good as you shouldn’t suffer like that- They are…so many, all Master Jedis and…afraid of me. It’s almost funny… -but your voice couldn’t be farther from laughter- People from my planet feared me because they knew nothing of the Force…and now here…they fear me because they know more than me and…it seems like there is something wrong with me and…I am the freak again.

  >>You tightened you jaw and closed your eyes for a second, ordering the tears to go back inside, then quickly opened them again just to find Obi Wan observing you with a serious yet gentle stare that made you go completely silent, not knowing what to say, the atmosphere becoming thicker and thicker by the second until he dissolved it when he finally uttered an answer.

  -There is absolutely nothing wrong with you, never even think that. -His voice was still soft but gave no room for an argument- And it is just a chat. Am I not a Master Jedi? And you had no problem speaking with me, telling me your ideas. -he waited for an answer and you nodded softly- And Master Yoda, don’t you feel comfortable around him? He is the wisest and most respected of Master Jedis, and he wants to get to know you.

  >>You swallowed thick, overwhelmed by the whole situation and the trust that man seemed to have on you. He squished your hand softly just to reassure you of his words and you looked deep into his eyes. For the first time with you he felt exposed in a strange way, as if you could see through him, even if he knew you weren’t trying to read his mind. You were just looking for a sign of doubt from him but…nothing, you only sensed that unwavering gentleness and tranquility he always seemed to emanate, so you relaxed, little by little. Your shoulders dropped until they were resting languidly, and you only kept in your body a subtle nervousness on the prospect of all that would unravel the following day and the decisions that you would have to make.

  -Better… -he murmured as he felt your body and aura relax. You smiled softly at him and he held your hand for just a moment longer before slowly setting it free and taking it to the tea cup-.

  -Thank you, really. I think I will never be able to repay all your kindness, Master Kenobi.

  -You have nothing to repay, and you can call me Obi Wan if you please, especially if we are just having tea.

  -Are you sure? -you asked as if he had asked you to call him sweetheart. You weren’t always like this, not when you were a child, not before all you lived and suffered, but now…now it was so impossible for you to just be yourself, never joking, always trying hard not to bother anyone, to be correct, that your true self had long been forgotten.

  -You are not my student or padawan, and even if younger than me you are not a child, am I wrong? -he asked that with half an amused smile and you shook your head softly.

  -N-no, you are not wrong. You…you can call me Tris if you want. -you said, a soft flush covering your cheeks as you gave him a sincere smile. It was so earnest and pure he would have never guessed you had been through so much in your life if he didn’t already know.

  -It would be my pleasure. -he assured you and kept drinking his tea.

  >>From there the rest of your time together was calm and pleasant as you chatted about things of little importance. He asked about your former planet, your life, what you used to do for your masters, and it didn’t really surprise him when you told him an endless list of chores. And it even felt right when you explained that there was one task you actually enjoyed far more than any other, and that was teaching and taking care of the young ones of the family. He could imagine you being a natural at it, easing a crying baby with a caress of the Force, teaching with endless patience to others less young…the part that surprised him was how the images made him smile and his chest swell a little.

  >>As the sun started to get down, he said his goodbyes, promising to come back in the morning to guide you to the Council.

  -You will receive a more formal gown for the meeting early in the morning. Master Yoda might have mentioned that our guest deserved to dress appropriately.

  >>He smirked as you blushed softly and nod.

  -I will do my best, Obi Wan.

  -I know you will, Tris. Now rest, good night.

  >>With that, a smile and a soft nod, he turned on his hills and left. You took a moment there, taking in all of this new…friendliness of others towards you, because it still felt unreal. Just after a couple of minutes you closed the door and went to bed, reading until you fell asleep. For once, no nightmare chased you, instead, a tranquil light, sky blue, almost arctic, lulled you in your dreams.

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#star wars #obi wan kenobi #obi wan x reader #owk fanfic #fanfic #fan fiction #The Force And Love Series #star wars fanfic

[spphicnightmre]

A Little North/Markus Rant

Edit: I'm really sorry! Some of my paragraphs got messed up and put in random places throughout my rant, so I'm sorry if it seemed I was all over the place! I'm fixing it now.

Don't get me wrong, I get there are a few problems with this ship, the main one being that it seemed very rushed and forced.

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First however, I wanna talk about North by herself.

She alone gets a lot of hate, and I feel like it's really undeserved. To most people, she comes off as really genocidal, annoying, and pushy. If you believe she's annoying, then there's nothing I can really do to convince you otherwise, but I do have a few things I want to point out.

1. I think that, if you think about it, North is just as pushy, if not less pushy, than Josh is. She, just like Josh, is constantly pushing Markus to go down a certain path. While this might seem annoying, I think this was put in here for two reasons. One being to emphasize your choices as a player (Between pacifism or hostility), and two is linked to her past.

We don't know much about Josh, nor Simon even, but we know a lot about North if you just put the pieces together.

I think by now most people know that North had originally worked for the Eden Club unwillingly. One day, she was able to stop following her programming, freaked out, killed the client she was with, and ran away. We don't know how long she'd been at the Eden Club, but we do know that she was technically being raped in her time there. This experience has caused her to be hostile and aggressive towards humans because of how she was always treated by them, which brings me to my next point.

2. Saying that North is genocidal is a STRETCH. Because of how she was treated by people, all she's seen of humans is lust and hostility. North only wants what's best for her people, and the way she's sees it, she's only gonna get that if she fights back.

Unfortunately, North had never had the pleasure of meeting people like Carl, Rose, or even Hank, so she doesn't see any good in humans.

The most amazing thing about this though is, even if you choose to be a complete pacifist, North doesn't really fight your decision. She voices her opinion, but if you have a high enough relationship with her, she still willing follows you. Josh and Simon will follow you too of course, whether you choose to be hostile or passive, but not without Josh nagging you constantly (No hate to him though. I'm just making a point.). In the end, if you've chosen the pacifistic route, she will still help you.

With that said, I think the most memorable example of this I had in my playthrough, was the fact that, if you decide to sing when you're surrounded by troops, North is the first to join you. This, in my opinion, speaks volumes. Throughout the game, North has always talked about wanting a revolution. Wanting to be violent, but even with that in mind, she's willing to step forward and sing with you in the face of death. Even though she didn't agree with your approach, she was still willing to follow through until the final moment, when they believed they would die. That to me, is really touching.

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Anyway, with that out of the way, I want to get to my point about Markus and North's relationship.

I already pretty much know what most people think of them. It's too rushed. It's too forced. And honestly, even though I think their cute, I think so too.

With how North is, and how she comes off, she seems to be open to a relationship a little quick. I don't think this is because of North herself, or because of Markus, but because of the creators. I myself wish QuanticDreams had taken more time to develop their relationship because, it feels like it came too quickly and came as a surprise for a lot of people too.

The thing is, I think if a little more development went into their relationship, it could've been really special. There's so much potential there.

But, let's forget about how rushed it was for a sec. I'm just gonna talk about the scene that started it, because I think this scene is pretty important, not really to the story as a whole, but to their relationship.

This part had me surprised, because just like a lot of people, I didn't expect Markus to automatically become North's lover if they talked about her past. I wasn't disappointed, but it did feel a bit sudden. Although, I kinda figured once they connected. Other than that, I did like how it was portrayed. I do wish that it would've taken a little more time to be able to unlock the lover path for North, but overall I see where the developers were going with the relationship and I really like it's potential.

Markus and North, even with their differences, were understanding of each other, especially in this scene. Not to mention, I thought it was nice to see North not being all "I feel like blowing up some shit today" and whatnot. No, but for real, I think it was nice to see a softer side of her, one that us as players can identify with, and Markus as well. Not all of us can relate to her story, but just her demeanor.

One thing I think I would've really liked to see however would've been if you take the pacifist route, it not only takes North longer to fall for you, but she also slowly starts to understand your approach throughout the game, given you make certain choices that are convincing enough. It would've been an interesting thing to see. There is that part where North runs off after you've just unlocked the lover path, but I think it would be cool if she kind of took longer to really acknowledge their feelings, even if she really only mentions how she feels in times when she believes it might be the last. I don't think it'd be fitting for her to change her opinion about humans completely however. One thing I really liked about her was her determination, but it'd be nice to just see her slowly understand why Markus decides he wants to be peaceful with humans.

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Finally, my last point I want to get to is Simon.

I really like Simon. I think he's a good character that didn't get a lot of screen time, nor was he focused on enough. It is disappointing that they took out the lover path for him, since I know a lot of people like him, but that's not the main thing I wanna say about him.

Really, the only thing I have to say is, it's ok to ship Simon and Markus. It's not a problem, but that doesn't mean you have to hate on people who like North and Markus. It's really disappointing to see ppl fight over something like this because it's not something worth fighting over. Both of the ships are unique and beautiful in their own way, so let's just accept that and move on.

Anyway, I'm done now, so if anyone did read through this, thanks because I know it was probably boring. I'm not very good at expressing how I feel into words, but I hope you could understand what I meant. It really sucks seeing all this hate on them because I really do think their cute, that includes Simon and Markus, though tbh I never really thought about it until I saw what ppl had to say lol 😂.

Ok, I'll leave now. Bye 😐.

P.S. - The four of them are friends. The Jericho Squad. I really don't see any of them fighting over someone. I like to think that Simon and North wouldn't do something like that, especially since it's so out of character. I get that it can be funny, but at the same time, just make sure you aren't hating on other ships.

#dbh #dbh north #markus dbh #dbh markus #north dbh #north wr400 #markus rk200 #markus x north #markus x simon #north x markus #simon x markus #all ships are ok #all ships are valid #all ships are good #except hank and connor #sorry i can't accept that #norkus #morth #detroit: bh #detroit become human #detroit 2038 #detroit: become human

[duocreatix]

Written confessions: a Good Omens headcanon

I recently had the opportunity to read this fanfiction, in which Crowley had a British pop band in the 1990s and wrote songs based on his own anxieties about Aziraphale. It sounded so appropriate to his character as a whole that I began to think... what similar could the angel do to vent his own anguish over an impossible romance with a demon?

Well, he's a bookseller, right? Why not write a book?

Aziraphale likes to read, obviously, but that doesn't mean it's good with written words. I honestly can't see him sitting at the table writing an entire novel, risking being caught by his superiors, producing a written proof of a fraternization that shouldn't happen, or forcing himself to imagine his whole story as one of someone else, as many brilliant authors do without hesitation.

So why not dictate a book instead?

As I live in Brazil, I'll use common elements of my reality here, one of them being the great popularity of Spiritism in my land. Spiritism is a religion / doctrine (read about it here) originated in France that deals with the evolution of the spirit through incarnations, and books dictated by disembodied spirits (and psychographed by mediums) are particularly well received in my country. As a collector of first editions and misspelled Bibles, it wouldn't surprise me if Aziraphale, at some point in the 19th century, had come across Allan Kardec's "Bible According to Spiritism," even though Spiritism wasn't so well received in the UK.

Or maybe even Heaven itself could designate Aziraphale to keep an eye on this new movement, which meets various precepts of the Catholic Church, and the angel spends a season in France watching the maturation and establishment of the fascinating Spiritist doctrine, which goes on to help as many anguished souls as possible on their way toward the light. He meets mediums, teachers, and spirit guides, who recognize in the angel an enormous weight without identifying exactly the cause. And, obviously, they offer help.

He hesitates, of course, but the kindness and willingness are a trigger for his weary soul, needy of at least one friend who understands his problem (he and Crowley parted ways after 1862, after all). And then he vented for hours, days, for the first time in 6000 years without feeling constrained by the fact that he was a supernatural entity... weren't they all there?

After a long (and emotional) outburst, one of the guiding spirits makes the kind suggestion: "Why not turn your incredible life story into a book? We have several mediums willing to write everything you narrate about all your millennia with your friend, and you don't even have to sign your real name! It'll help put your mind in place and consider everything you two experienced in a new light."

The angel considers the offer with great care for days. There was a real possibility of being discovered (and obviously punished) by Heaven if any of them knew that he had freely given his flaming sword, his encounters with the demon, and - most seriously of all - their Arrangement. He would need to think very carefully about which facts could be told and which should be omitted... But nothing terrified him more than the prospect of being discovered by Crowley in person, having his feelings revealed, being rejected, blackmailed, end up alone again...

Then he remembers, with a bittersweet feeling, that neither Heaven nor Crowley are interested in books, so neither side would even dream about the existence of such records if Aziraphale were cautious enough.

Then Aziraphale accepts. And, for several sessions, he sits next to a gentle middle-aged woman and discusses all the encounters and mismatches between him and Crowley, mindful to create a pseudonym for both of them. What should be a single book turns into a trilogy, titled "From the Garden to the World," and is one of the best-selling Spiritist books of the following years.

Dictating books doesn't solve his problems, of course, but brings some peace of mind that the angel no longer knew, and helps him focus for the next decades ahead without Crowley. And when his stability is threw off balance in 1941, he once more seeks the same guiding spirit and writes a new tale, published as "Reflections on Ruins" in France.

The intensity of narration filled with repressed emotions and the transgressive love of protagonists on opposite sides in a tense period in history wins the hearts of millions of readers around the world, and the four works signed by the spirit Erza Fell are translated into six different languages. Always in touch with spiritual friends made during his time in France, Aziraphale receives through them hundreds of letters from people who have found comfort and answers to their own love difficulties reading his. The courage of these strangers helps him reinforce his own courage to go against his own principles and hand over a small tartan thermos to Crowley filled with holy water in 1967...

Crowley doesn't discover the existence of such books by the blissful fact that he never goes into bookstores on his own, except when he's looking for some specific first edition for Aziraphale... who strives to keep the demon away from any spiritist book that might cross his path. This changes, however, during the period when both are focused on their own roles as influences for little Warlock.

Mrs. Dowling has a weakness for historical novels, especially narratives involving soul mates and rematches through the centuries. On a visit to the US, she returns with all the books written by the angel, and spends days talking about the story to Nanny Astoreth, how the protagonists seemed deeply in love with each other, how many hours she had spent sobbing while reading the fourth book. ... "You need to read to understand", she says, pushing the first volume into the nanny's hands, "I need at least one person in this country who has also read these books to chat about them!"

Crowley sighs, accepts the book politely, and buries it deep in his carpet bag, staying there for the next few years until the eve of Armageddon. Fidgeting in his apartment, he looks for things to distract his mind, and finds the old bag of his nanny days tucked into the back of the closet. There weren't exactly many things there, just a lamp, a large mirror, extra pairs of shoes, a tape measure ... and a crumpled book that would make Aziraphale shiver.

The demon laughs at the cover, two hands holding an apple at the same time (gosh, how many memories ...), and the author's name - or would it be co-author? How did that work in spiritist books? - sounded curiously familiar, but the smile fades from his face when his eyes are drawn to a specific paragraph, right in the first pages:

"I never thought too much about the implications of having a demon under my wing, we were probably the only two beings capable of dialogue at that time in Eden, and the first storm was too long, too cold, to pass by myself, even if it meant passing with a vile serpent. The same serpent I hoped it would never leave my side for the next six thousand years. "

Crowley swallows hard, feeling his mouth as dry as a desert. This description invoked memories too old, too intimate, to be described by someone who hadn't lived them. But Aziraphale wouldn't have had the audacity to write his own experiences on Earth so openly, would he?

Well, there’s only one way to find out: reading the book.

 In the end, Aziraphale had indeed the audacity to write their story from his own point of view, the bastard.

It was odd, reviewing millennia of memories through someone else's eyes, but at least it helped him to understand the angel's attitude on multiple occasions and, even more surprising, the impact their fraternization had on his worldview (not enough, apparently, but bigger than he expected).

Bustling, Crowley finishes the first book in one hour and set out on a rampant search for the next three books in London, with no patience to order them online (who could say the world would still be there after Saturday?). Dozens of bookstores later, the demon found the only specialized bookshop in the region and, after intense negotiation with the seller (Why were all tallow owners so greedy???), he finally sits in his apartment with the stack of books on one side and two bottles of whiskey on the other.

Many hours go by, and two bottles aren't enough for Crowley to continue absorbing so much information (he summons other three), reliving scenes he'd like to forget ...

"I should never have used the term 'fraternize', but what else could I say with Heaven and Hell watching us, while the only constant being in this mutating world suddenly asks me for something that could erase him from all the planes of existence?"

(Oh, that afternoon in 1862, what he wouldn’t give to go back in time and cover his own mouth before saying that hateful "I don't need you"... He needed, God knows well how much he needed his angel and mourned over their distance through the following 80 years!)

It isn't any easier to read what comes after that day. The loneliness, the desperate need for something that would made Aziraphale less empty finding echo in Crowley's chest, an ache of empathy that a real demon would never feel in their eternal life. He finishes "Reflections on Ruins" with a sigh, laying on the ground and staring at the ceiling for minutes that looked like hours to him. The world hasn't changed, they were still one step away from Armageddon and the Antichrist was still missing, Heaven and Hell were just waiting for their moment tho start the war they longed for millennia.

But all he could think was how much he wanted to look at Aziraphale's big blue eyes once more.

Crowley inhales deeply ans sobers up before picking up his phone and dialing the number of the bookshop. He doesn't have a plan, but he can think of anything on his way to the bandstand.

#good omens #Headcanon #sorry for my poor english #if anyone wants to write more please feel free

[carrieasagiri]

How do you measure, measure a year?

Exactly a year ago I came back to Tumblr and to the Frozen fandom after two years and a half of absence. I didn’t leave because of anything related to the fandom, but life was a bitch. 2015 was a complicated year for me in general, I was struggling with a lot of insecurities and fears. I had a lot of anxiety episodes, and then in August, we had an accident in our building that left us without energy power for a whole month. So, no internet, life was chaotic, I relied only on my phone and the shitty plan I had back then. This was the reason I decided to contract internet at my dad’s house. Then, in October -3 years ago- my dad got sick. He came and went from the hospital for three months, including a surgery, being at intensive care for two weeks, until he passed away in January 2016. A week later, my girlfriend broke up with me. So, I isolated from my online life and fandom in general. I was depressed and defeated. 

Last year in September, I was having the typical mid-term blues not only related to college but work too. When I reached the bottom, I realized that being in Facebook was making me sick. Too much negativity. I quit it. I started feeling better, and I little by little I began to focus again on my interests. Sincerely, I never thought I was going to go back to Frozen at all. I still liked it, but it was tied to my ex-girlfriend. We had started going out mostly thanks to Frozen, and it was what we most shared. So, after a series of chained events, I found myself reading my old Frozen fanfics. It’s amazing when you read something you wrote four years ago and you’re like “wow did I write this? Why I’ve stop writing?”. I added some paragraphs here and there in all my wips. Without realizing, I was obsessing with this movie again. I always had struggled with writing in English. Lack of confidence in my skills. I decided to give it a try to a fic I had started writing in 2014 about an encounter between Loki and Elsa. I don’t know how or when, but I was writing fluently in English and I was writing smut. I gained confidence and I wanted to go back to that wonderful world again. I wanted to be in touch with the friends I had left behind because my shitty life had sucked me away.

Now, I think she guided me here again. She had been almost my only friend in tumblr and in fandom with whom I talked outside this site. I wanted to reach her again, until I’ve found what had happened. I suspected the worst when I couldn’t find any update from her. Everything was from the very beginning of 2016 and nothing more. Since I had left Facebook, I was too slow to check there first. I came here looking for answers and I found the worst one. Ann ( @thearendork ) had been my only friend here back in the day, and she guided me here again. I was shocked and sad and crying, but somehow I felt I need to do it for her. Getting back, share my writings, show her wherever she is now how much I’ve improved since she was my betareader. And keep enjoying this crazzyness for her.

I got back to draw as well, and in a failed attempt to make inktober last year, I landed here posting my art. It was like coming back to my home town afteer a while. Everything was the same but everything was different at the same time. I found out that the Frozen fandom was still here and everybody was excited for OFA. I  felt like a little kid in a carnival. I wanted to be part of everything again. I started remembering why I used to avoid certain sub fandoms and ships, and unexpectedly I found myself surrounded by wonderful people. But, I was terrifed of meeting new people, of screwing up things, of hurting them, because due to toxic relationships in the past, I was convinced I was a monster. 

And @glittering-snowfall you were the first who talked to me and you were so nice!! You made feel welcomed in the elsanna fandom that was totally new to me.

@tenshichan1013 thank you for being one of the first ones who made me feel part of this family!

@yumeka36 thanks to you I made peace with my otaku side for real and I started enjoying anime again. Also, your fault I’m using twitter again XD.

@justlookatthosesausages thank you for made me feel part of this crazy group from the beginning.

@sophie-the-duchess you’re among the special people who made feel at home here. Your kristanna fics are the best.

@super-mam-te-moc  girl! everything I could tell you won’t be enough. You’re my beloved sister and best friend! Thank you, thank you, thank you for everything we had shared during this year. Thank you for being my fellow fan and my confidante. Love you!

@thegeekogecko thank you for being my fandom mom even though  I’m not that young to be your daughter XD. Thank you for helping me to improve with my written English, for being the beta of all the trash I write, for giving me advice, for being my treasured friend.

@olofahere let me tell you a secret: you’re like my senpai to me and when I started talking to you I was always so nervous and shy that I ended mispelling  words or saying something stupid, because I was like “OMG senpai noticed me!” Yep, I’m a lost case -_-U

@shardsofarendelle : thank you for coming back, this place wasn’t the same without you. Now, I feel the family is complete again with you here.

@notbrilliantbutwicked girl, you did something beautiful this year: the handwriting frozen challenge. It was great to share with all of you guys and get to know you better. Also, you’re my skater partner.

@snowqueenofmyheart we started talking recently and I want to let you know you’re a very sweet guy, please never change!

How do you measure a year?

In friends, in shared moments, in headcanons and discussions, in creating our own worlds, in fighting our battles, in making us stronger. Measure in love.

Thank you!

P.S. Sorry if this post is a mess.

#tumblr #frozen fandom #personal #thank you guys

[softfics9]

To: The One who Inspires Me

Fandom; VIXX

Main Pairing; Han Sanghyuk|Hyuk/Reader,  Han Sanghyuk|Hyuk/You

Side Pairings; None

Summary;  I'm writing you this letter because you're coming back and I haven't spoken to you in 4 years, so here's all my feelings on paper.

Genre; Fluff

Trigger Warnings; None

Author Notes; I originally was planning on doing this for Ken but that changed like a paragraph into the fic so yeah. Again this is written as a letter to the reader, the oc is gender non-specific and sexuality is not specified. This was supposed to be a two chapter work but I lost my inspiration so we have one. 

Beta’d; No

Cross-posted on; AO3

To; The One who Inspired Me.

I still remember the first day we met. You were so shy, looking down at the ground as if it was the most interesting thing you had ever seen. It was easy to see how nervous you were, with your hands clenched into fists, slightly hidden by the sleeves of your jumper. When our manager said your name you jumped, ears turning red as you realised this was it. I never will forget how scared you looked, the fear in your eyes was enough to make my heart break.

You introduced yourself to us again, although it wasn’t necessary, your tongue struggling to form the words and your bow so perfectly straight, an exact ninety degree angle.

We all introduced ourselves in turn, I was last, being the maknae. You took your time to observe all of our faces, nodding and obviously trying hard to remember them all. Our manager explained that you only had very basic Korean, you looked so embarrassed at this, like you wanted the ground to swallow you up. Since none of us had great English, we would have to use translation apps or English speaking staff to help us communicate. You swallowed hard, your cheeks now turning red to match your ears and the converse you wore on your feet. We all smiled encouragingly, even Leo-hyung, all the members would make sure you felt as comfortable as we possibly could during your stay.

You were taken away after introductions were finished, our manager was going to give you a tour of the building and organise your schedule. We went straight back to rehearsal, our debut was getting closer every day and it was very important we had everything perfect. Four hours later I collapsed on the ground with my other VIXX members, it had been a gruelling practice, drilling every point to be as clean as possible. I knew the air would be tense in the dorm tonight, it always was after days like these where our tempers grew short.

They told us that you had already gone back to the dorm to sleep, your flight had only landed this morning and you had been awake for over 40 hours.

In the car on the way back there wasn’t much talk, only asking what everyone thought of you, and how we felt about you being thrown into our lives at such short notice. Everyone noticed how frightened you were, and Ken-hyung made us all promise that we would do our best to help you feel as comfortable as possible. Of course we all agreed instantly, we all knew how you felt. As I looked out the window at the night scenery, I thought back to the conversation we had with the company CEO, when he told us you would be coming.

“They won an international contest to come to Korea and train like an idol for three months, by far they were the best dancer, best singer, and their visuals are nothing to be scoffed at either. You will have to make space in your dorm because they will be staying with you, and they will also be attending some of your dance and vocal lessons. Please make sure they feel welcome here, I have a strong belief they have all the qualities required to make it in this industry, just like you six.”

What were we to say to that, ten days’ notice of your arrival was all the warning we were given. It was a huge curveball thrown at us, but we were determined it would not distract us from our training. We were going to debut as a group and we were going to make our small little company famous.

When we arrived back in the dorm on the night of your arrival, there was a bright yellow post-it note stuck to the door. It looked like a child had written it with a shaky hand, but we understood that you must have been nervous and exhausted, the foreign alphabet difficult to grasp. There was only one mistake in your note, surprisingly enough, but we understood what you were trying to say.

“I have been instructed to take the furthest bedroom from the door as my own. I apologise if that has caused you any inconvenience. I will be awake for breakfast at 7am sharp. Thank you for accepting me, please look after me well.” I cooed at how cute you sounded, even in a note. Since you were my dongsaeng I swore to protect you as any big brother should.

We all went to bed almost immediately, I say almost because truthfully, we all peeked in to your room to check you were sleeping. The sight was enough to melt even the coldest of hearts, (I heard Leo-hyung aww softly). You were curled up in a tiny little ball, blankets clutched closely to your chest, and although there was still tension in your face, you looked more at peace then you had earlier.

I dreamed of you that night, the two of us were winning trophies for our debut stages, grinning madly and jumping around holding hands.

The next morning we were exhausted but also apprehensive of what the day would bring. But we didn’t have any reason to worry. As I entered our kitchen, I smelled the most wonderful things. You had made us all pancakes, with freshly squeezed orange juice and berries. My jaw dropped when I looked at everything, it was only 7.05 but you had it all basically finished. When you saw me standing there, you immediately dropped into your perfect bow, greeting me so formally I thought it was too much.

I very quickly told you that you didn’t need to be so formal, just honorifics would be enough for me. You blushed and agreed readily, and then apologised for any mistakes you might make when addressing me in formal language. Your sentences were halting, you seemed to have problems with certain words and mispronounced a few things. But I understood, I just smiled and nodded that it was alright. The other members joined us shortly afterwards, and you repeated the same bow and apology to them. N-hyung assured you we wouldn’t hold it against you, which you understood after referring to your pocket dictionary (which was adorable by the way).

After the awkwardness of the first few days, we all seemed to relax with each other much more. Your Korean improved very quickly, although it was still easy to tell you were a foreigner. But the language barrier didn’t seem to matter, not when we were laughing at the ridiculous charades Hongbin-hyung tried to do to get his point across, not when you had to keep asking Ravi-hyung to slow down when he spoke because you couldn’t understand a word he was saying. The difficulties in communicating faded quickly, as we developed ways of explaining without using complex words or sentence structure, and your notebook of new words filled up so fast we had to go out and buy you two more.

I understood why you were the chosen winner, even though your Korean wasn’t great, your talent was undeniably amazing. When you sang it was like listening to a choir of angels, so bright and powerful, and when you danced it was like watching music in motion. You could connect to a song and move in ways I hadn’t thought possible before, telling stories through your movements, leaving everyone speechless. You were breath-taking, I could never stop watching you.

You had a unique connection with each of the members of VIXX.

N-hyung acted like your mother, always making sure you had eaten and were getting enough rest, insisting you drank plenty of water and checking that you understood what was going on.

Leo-hyung was your rock, a silent companion when you were feeling so overwhelmed by the stress and the intense schedule, he made you feel secure and was your shoulder to cry on.

What you and Ken-hyung had can only be described as chaos, peals of laughter ringing through the air as he done his latest impression or decided a tickle fight was the best way to relieve some of your stress. I never heard a laugh as joyous as yours before, and I haven’t since.

Ravi-hyung was your musical mentor, when you eventually were able to understand him, he coached you through the rhythm and pronunciation of songs, often helping you with translations.

I was most jealous of your connection with Hongbin-hyung, you two always seemed to be off in your own world together, quietly discussing matters that I still do not know of. Two of the most beautiful people I had ever met, sitting together and smiling, it was enough to make anyone swoon.

But I feel like the connection we had was special, maybe it was because I was the closest in age to you, but you seemed most comfortable when you were with me (it might have been just wistful thinking on my behalf though). You always stayed with me late at night in the practice room to go over the dance again, or to practice vocals. We didn’t just work however, often our nights ended up with us both rolling on the floor in stitches over the least funny things. Sometimes we even went out to get lunch together, and those moments when it was just the two of us, were the times I felt most at ease with the world. You made me so happy, I could almost forget my looming debut deadline.

Soon enough though, the time for your departure arrived. It seemed like it had just crept up on us all of a sudden. One day the six of us were joking about in the studio taking a break, cracking up over your still often stilted Korean sentences. Then the next, we were all waving you a very tearful goodbye as you made your way towards the gate in the airport, you were going home. We didn’t know if we would ever see you again.

Even though you had made incredible progress with your language, and your dancing and singing skills were well up to scratch, CEO felt that the Korean people weren’t ready for an international idol just yet. We all cried that night, me more than the others, the last whispered words of “Goodbye Han Sanghyuk, remember me” floating around in my head. I hugged you so tightly I felt I would break you, but you squeezed back just as tight, expelling all the air from my lungs.

One week later we had our debut, gaining love from hundreds of fans, there was only one international fan. It was you, and it made my heart swell with joy to know you had watched us perform, you saw what all our hard work had finally come to.

I wish I had stayed in touch with you these last four years, but as the numbers of our fans increased, and our schedules became more hectic, I couldn’t find the time to search for your comments. I knew you were still there, or at least I had always hoped you were. I never forgot about you though, in times of great stress I would think of you. The way your smile reached up to your eyes and brightened up the whole room, how your laugh would stay echoing in my ear for hours after I heard it, the way you sang sad songs until your eyes filled with tears, and how you danced until you had nothing left to give.

Thoughts of you pushed me to better myself, you inspired me. I wanted to make you proud, wherever in the world you were.

So I’m writing this letter to you, after our manager announced you would be visiting us for one week after we finish our promotions for Kratos. I wanted to put all these feelings on to paper, so that you could read them and know my thoughts. There is nothing I want more in this world, than to see you again, and to rekindle the connection we had before.

I am slightly changed since we met last, I am a lot taller and stronger (fans have taken to calling me “ManHyuk” or sometimes even “The Incredible Hyulk”). My voice and dancing has definitely improved, and I am no longer afraid of my hyungs like I was before. I hope you still see me as who I really am, and I hope you have not forgotten me.

From; The One who (thinks he) Loves You.

P.S. You still owe me a coffee after you kicked mine over during one of your tickle fights with Ken-hyung, I don’t forget these things.

#vixx #starlight #fanfiction #fanfic #fanwork #han sanghyuk #hyuk #original character #hyuk/reader #gender non specific #second person pov #letter format #canon au #pre debut #fluff

[fyrapartnersearch]

Fantasy / World building Roleplay!

Call me Taco! I’m an independent roleplayer from the Eastern Standard Time Zone. Fairly flexible with different time zones but would like to find someone who’s within six hours either way. Twenty-four years of age with nearly ten years of roleplaying experience. I’m looking for a handful of wonderful partners to roleplay one on one with my created world as the canvas. Worldbuilding has always been a love of mine. Whether it be for dungeon mastering, roleplaying, or simply short stories. Nothing tickled me more than to work alongside friends to create a setting that was interesting and vast! In the last year I took it upon myself to work relentlessly on creating an entire world with deep lore and culture - something that could easily determine different themes, moods, and settings that surround the characters just by what part of the world they reside.

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W O R L D   B U I L D I N G

I think the first thing I should tease at is some of the features of my creation! Feel free to click the different hyperlinks for tidbits of information.

The World Itself. Time cycles that differ with the band-like zones across the torus shaped planet. Highly different heat insulation, gravity, and climate. Currently working on storms and other natural disasters! Region information. Cities, terrain, creatures. Rich, differing cultures and political structures. Currently working on popular cuisine in the areas and creating more languages! Religions. Follow those who were there at the beginning of it all, whether peace and order tickles your fancy or death and disease best fits your character! Currently working on expanding the ‘Genesis’ story. Heredity. Another word for this could be races, though heredity closer matches the ancestry and evolutionary tree that birthed these different mutations of the first born. The people who walk the world today differ greatly than the firsts long ago with even some extinct ones long forgotten. Each heredity have their own features and even benefits that come from it. Currently working on racism.

And that’s just scratching the surface! There are currently over 600 pages and each day I add new information and build on existing documents. While my main objective is to find more people to roleplay with - your words have an immense chance to impact the world in many different ways. I want to share this world with you and allow it to grow from the experiences that happen inside of it. All of this is very special to me and I want it to be just as much yours as much as it is mine.

Whatever part of the world we chose to be in can determine the themes, moods, and settings that surround the characters. So! Depending on what you are feeling, traveling to somewhere else can be a breath of fresh air. And although I have a plethora of original characters spanning across this world - I don’t mind creating someone perfect for you and yours.

The only downside of this is the small learning curve that comes along with it. I promise you that I’ll do my best to explain everything as profoundly as possible! Take an hour or two of out of your time to learn and greatly expand your roleplaying abilities!

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W R I T I N G / S T Y L E / F R E Q U E N C Y

I write strictly in paragraph format, third-person in past tense. Word count fluctuates depending on the flow of the roleplay (300-1,500 words). My description of things tend to be very flowery. Lets craft a long term story together or several series of short stories! Either are completely fine with me. When it comes to posting, once a day to once every other day is completely fine with room for error. The maximum that I’d ever get to push out with my schedule is three a day! I do not fade to black and definitely enjoy incorporating smut along with a fascinating story.

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G E N R E S / P A I R I N G S / F A C E S

Please do not contact me if you can not play both male and female characters. I try not to have too many things I’m purely against but this is unfortunately one of them. On the same note, If you only roleplay with ‘females’ or ‘males’ as one of your prerequisites please move onto the next post. Someone’s gender shouldn’t matter for writing. Because that’s what we’re doing. Simply Writing.

I am only interested in roleplaying original characters through the world I’ve built. I’m not a fan of fandoms or anything modern. Aside from that I love to talk in OOC chat about what anime you might be watching or anything for that matter. If romantic attachment is involved, I prefer slow-burn relationships. This can change according to the plot and I’m down for being talked into anything else. I enjoy all M-M F-F M-F pairings. Aha! You’ve found the secret message hidden in plain sight. To prove you’ve been reading, please tell me your favorite candy in the subject of your email. I’m looking for mature roleplays, including the use of sexual themes, violence/gore, drug use, and crude language among others, so you must be 18+ if you intend to roleplay with me.

Anything that should involve a toilet, stays in the toilet. Male pregnancy and vore are a big no-no. Anything close to those are probably not going to be something I enjoy, though don’t be afraid to tell me anything you’d like to have!

You will find with time that I absolutely adore to employ face claims into my roleplays. I tend to use art of the realistic/semi-realistic variety with just a few anime-esk drawings in the mix to fill the gap of things I can’t find. (Mostly as a placeholder until I stumble upon something much more fitting)

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C O N T A C T

Still interested? Drop me a line by email! I’m open to discuss things and afterwards would like to keep general conversation through Skype. Email or possibly discord for our medium for the actual roleplay.

Email: [email protected]

Skype: -Upon Request-

Discord: -Upon Request-

There are a lot of I’s in this post, guess it’s hard to explain what you’re looking for without centering things around yourself! Now, this is the time for you to tell me about, well, YOU!

#independent roleplay #oc rp #multiple paragraph #short term #long term #email #submission

[lady-divine-writes]

Kurtbastian one-shot - “Fear of the Subpar” (Rated NC17)

Kurt is having doubts about his manuscript. Sebastian helps him overcome those doubts the way he does best - with a heart to heart talk, a lot of positive affirmations ... and sex afterwards. (2134 words)

So, after I discovered that a couple of people described my work as subpar, and apparently the reason why they no longer search the Kurtbastian tag on AO3, I decided to take that to task using one of my favorite writers as my mouthpiece - Kurt from Deliver Me. Call me petty, but my work is my outlet. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it, but you also don't have to be rude about it. This comes somewhere in the middle of Special Delivery, but that doesn't really matter so much. Not knowing where this falls in the timeline really doesn't make this confusing or anything. Also, as a side note, I have disabled anonymous reviews for this one-shot on AO3 and FF.net - not for me, but for you. If you feel the need to be critical of or mean about my work, you should have the balls to sign your name to it. So I'm just helping you along. But, you know, it's always better to build someone up than to tear them down. Remember that any time you're moved to comment on someone's writing. Your karma will thank you <3

Dedicated to @kurtbastianalways

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“Whatcha got there?” Sebastian set two mugs of freshly brewed coffee on the coffee table and flopped down beside Kurt on the sofa. It was raining outside, and a good, torrential, New York rain storm went perfectly with a mug of steaming hot coffee … and sex. All day sex. Dirty couch sex (which Sebastian was hoping for), and slow, passionate, under-the-covers sex (which they could certainly get to later). But in the middle of making coffee, Sebastian had gotten struck by a case of domesticity, and ended up cleaning the kitchen while Kurt worked on his manuscript. When Sebastian returned to the living room (shaking his head out how much of a homebody he’d become), Kurt did have a manuscript on his lap, but it wasn’t his. This one was thinner, the font was wrong, and there were red notations scrawled all over it.

Kurt always did edits on his own manuscript in blue pen, and with the aid of a yellow highlighter.

“It’s a manuscript I started reviewing a long time ago and never got the chance to finish.” Kurt hummed when he sniffed in and caught a whiff of mocha sitting in front of him, but he was too caught up in reading that he didn’t put down his pen to reach for it.

“I thought you were going to put your job on pause for a while and focus on your own book?” Sebastian slid an arm around Kurt’s shoulders and sat back against the cushions, dragging Kurt with him, trying his best to pull Kurt away from other people’s work that shouldn’t matter to him as much anymore.

“I know,” Kurt said, resting his head on Sebastian’s chest, but bringing the manuscript with him. “And I am, I promise, but … I don’t know. I feel like I owe it to some of these people.” Kurt tilted his head to look up at his boyfriend. “You know how I feel about that.”

“Yeah, gorgeous. I know how you feel.” Sebastian kissed Kurt’s forehead. If Sebastian were in Kurt’s shoes, he’d say, “Fuck everybody else! This is my time!” but he had no reason to argue with Kurt over this. They were both dealing with their pasts in their own ways. And even though Sebastian wished that Kurt’s ghosts would go away once and for all and leave him in peace, he had no right to criticize. “So, tell me, is it any good? Is this one the “hidden treasure” you search for? The “diamond in the rough”?”

Kurt’s eyes returned to the manuscript. He laughed sheepishly. “Nope. Not even close.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s …” Kurt picked through the pages, trying to find words to describe it “… I don’t know. It’s passable. Subpar, I guess, is the word I’m looking for? I try not to be too harsh with my criticism, but it’s just … it’s lazy writing.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, it’s really trope heavy. A lot of smaller publishing houses are fine with that – you know, strictly for ebook publication. But for ink and paper, it’s not worth the money. There’s a ton of exposition in the first paragraph.” Kurt one-handedly flipped a few pages, searching for examples to back him up. “They didn’t take the time to build a world. They just took the entire setting, condensed it into four lines, and then slapped it at the beginning of the story. I could forgive that maybe. It’s an anthology of short stories, so each installment is going to be compressed to a degree. But then we have repeating dialogue – three whole instances of Look, I’m not an idiot in three out of six stories, and by a character so similar, they’re interchangeable. We get it already! You’re not an idiot! Say something else!”

Sebastian chuckled at the way his boyfriend became passionate over things; anything, not just his work – cooking, art, musicals, America’s Next Top Model ...

… Sebastian …

“And it rushes,” Kurt continued, flipping more pages. Sebastian felt guilty for not paying attention to the parts of the manuscript that Kurt so fastidiously hunted down to show him, but Sebastian was too focused on Kurt’s head on his chest to concentrate on much else, the warmth of Kurt’s cheek seeping through the cotton of his t-shirt, the way Kurt shifted up, then snuggled into the softer rises of Sebastian’s relaxed pecs. “Like … in this one - we’ve got some decent build-up, we get to the meat of the story here, I finally become the teeniest bit interested, and then boom. Just a straight rush downhill. They wanted to get to the H.E.A. …”

“The H-E-what now?”

“The happily ever after.”

“Ah. Continue.”

“They wanted to get to it so quickly that any chance they had to give the characters depth or purpose or true conflict goes straight out the window. So by the time person A tells person B I love you, not only does it not sound authentic, I’m not even invested. I couldn’t seriously care less if these two get together. It’s like they’re assuming the audience knows something that they haven’t bothered to show us. I’m all for not leading readers by the hand, but clues would be nice, maybe a little exposition. A satisfying ending doesn’t matter worth snot if everything else is blasé.” Kurt closed the manuscript and sighed heavily, sinking not only deeper into the sofa, but inside himself.

“Okay, those are fair points ...” Sebastian had been rubbing a hand up and down Kurt’s back, and felt tension knotting Kurt’s spine, winding tighter as Kurt spoke. It radiated off his body. “But why do you seem so upset over it? It’s almost like you’re taking it personally. This isn’t your manuscript.”

Kurt laid a hand over the work as if to protect it. “The person who sent this in probably didn’t realize it had these flaws. They didn’t have an editor, didn’t get it proofread. This could be the best work they could turn out, and they were proud of it. Proud enough to send it in. Except, it’s not up to the caliber of being published.”

“So …?”

“So, that’s my opinion. It’s an educated opinion, one that comes from years of experience. And I get paid for that opinion. But it’s not everyone’s opinion. There’s no industry standard - not really. What I do is very subjective. I’ve seen books that I would have personally never approved get published, and become famous. What if all of those things I feel about this work are what people are going to think when they read my book? I mean, it’s my first work officially. I want everyone to love it, but I know that’s not realistic. You know what they say about those who can’t do, teach? My job so far has been to critique other people’s work, but I don’t take criticism all that well. That’s probably why I’ve been hiding behind other people’s names for so long.”

Sebastian wrapped an arm around Kurt’s body and gave him a comforting squeeze. “That definitely is a lot to think about.”

“Yeah,” Kurt agreed. “And, unfortunately, I’ve been thinking about it a lot.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I happen to think that your work is incredible. And yeah, there are people who aren’t going to like it, but you can’t worry about them. You can’t please everybody. You became a writer for you and no one else. Recognition is nice, and you deserve all the recognition in the world. But in the end, you have to be proud of what you’ve put down on paper. What you attach your name to. That’s all that matters.”

Kurt nodded. He knew Sebastian would say something along those lines. And Kurt agreed that it was true. But he’d hoped that it would feel a little more reassuring. Give it time, he said to himself. Kurt had spent so much of his life being judged by others. At one point, his safety relied on their opinions of him. Now he had to start doing for himself, pleasing himself.

And, possibly, one other person.

“And what about you?” Kurt asked.

Sebastian smirked. He held Kurt hard against him, breathing in when Kurt breathed, getting as close to Kurt as he could. “You please me just fine, gorgeous.”

“I mean, my writing!” Kurt chuckled. “What do you think about my writing?”

“It moves me, Kurt,” Sebastian admitted. “The same way you move me. Your words weave a certain magic. I’ve never read anything like it.” Sebastian remembered the first time he’d read Kurt’s manuscript – the fear it invoked, the pain. It tightened around Sebastian’s heart, tormented him in his sleep, forced him out of a warm bed in the middle of the night and brought him to Kurt’s front door. Nothing in the world has ever touched him the same way. “Now, I may be a little biased, but you are, by far, my favorite author.”

Kurt smiled at him, eyes bright. “Really?”

“Absolutely. James Patterson, Michael Crichton, Danielle Steel – not a single one of them has a thing on you.”

“What about J. K. Rowling?”

“Well …” Sebastian hemmed and hawed, but only for Kurt’s benefit “… she comes close, but no. No cigar. But that’s just my humble opinion.”

“And don’t forget, it might be biased.”

“A little bit. But that doesn’t mean I’m pulling your leg. Your work is amazing, Kurt. Really. And the world deserves to see it.” Sebastian put his hand over Kurt’s where it rested on the manuscript. “You said you feel like you owe it to the writer of this manuscript to read it, but you really don’t. The only person you owe anything to is yourself.”

“And what do I owe myself?”

“Time,” Sebastian said, the word catching in his throat, swelling with gravity. “Patience. Forgiveness.”

Kurt turned his head into Sebastian’s chest and laid a kiss on the spot above Sebastian’s heart – Kurt’s favorite place by far on Sebastian’s body. It’s where Kurt felt the most connected to Sebastian. He felt Sebastian’s heart beating, and knew that a part of it beat for him. “Thank you.”

“For what, gorgeous?”

“For making me feel better.”

“I’m just telling you the truth.”

“Well, thank you for telling me the truth.”

“You’re very welcome.”

They sat there together in silence, listening to the rain beat against the window. The sound became stronger as the sky grew greyer. Lightning flashed above the building across the way, and thunder shook the sky. A smile blossomed on Sebastian’s face. In the midst of all this heavy talk, Sebastian had nearly forgotten his plans for the day. Now would be a good time to implement them. “But, you know, I think I know something else that might make you feel better.” Sebastian tugged on Kurt’s shirt, dislodging it from his jeans, and slid his hand underneath. The first touch of Kurt’s skin was always Sebastian’s favorite - especially since Sebastian was the only person who got the honor - though every touch after tied for a close second.

“Really?” Kurt sat up a hair, untucking the front of his shirt to help Sebastian along. “And what’s that?”

“Well, that depends.”

“On what?”

“Are you ready to ditch this manuscript and get a little naked?” Sebastian gave the papers lying on his abs a flick.

“A little naked?” Kurt asked, his eyebrow arching up.

“Okay, maybe a lot naked,” Sebastian said, his hand creeping down to grab Kurt’s ass.

Kurt jumped at that and laughed. He still had a bunch of work on his own manuscript to finish - work that he’d been avoiding - but he had to concede to Sebastian’s superior plan. A day like today wasn’t made for sulking … or working. It was made for making love, as many times as humanly possible.

“Why not?” Kurt smiled, his eyes going over Sebastian’s reclined body once like he was already pulling off Sebastian’s t-shirt, already unbuttoning his fly. He stood, even though that meant dislodging the hand from his right cheek, but Kurt reasoned that it would feel much nicer without denim between them. “I’ll just leave this …” He went to drop the manuscript on the coffee table, but Sebastian intercepted it.

“No, no, no. Allow me.” Sebastian stood, too, following his boyfriend’s lead. Kurt performed a flirty spin and sashayed away towards the bedroom. So, slow, passionate, under-the-covers sex it was.

Sebastian could roll with that.

He waited until Kurt slipped through the door to their bedroom. Then he diverted to the kitchen and tossed the manuscript in the recycle bin. “There you go,” he said, covering it with toilet paper rolls and shredded mail to hide it. “Right where you belong.”

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20 Tiny and Mind-Blowing Documents for Learning

I recently sent a few documents to a 13-year-old girl that is intelligent, but is annoyed by reading long texts that take too long to get to the point. I've read thousands of books, and the more I read the more I value writing that can change your perspective on the world in just a few pages.

My book list is always changing. I update it every few days, but right now I have 388 things listed in 10 sections. Some of them are large book series. But, some of them are small. Some, very small.

So I looked through my list and pulled out a few small things that I thought might surprise her as to how valuable a small work can be. My selection was excellent. But, there were too many things. And, even though they were smaller than you would think, some of them could still be considered a book. I wanted to make the list smaller, and I wanted the works to be smaller. I went through it again.

This time I guessed at how long each work was and included the length. I got it down to 20 items. And I was pretty close on my guesses too.

I didn't send her the list in any order, but here I've listed them in a very approximate order of length.

4 words - "l(a" by E. E. Cummings

"l(a" is a poem that cannot be read, it can only be looked at. The symbology used in the spacing, the breaks, the shape, the letters and numbers, and the words, is immense. It's constructed vertically, and inside of the word "loneliness" it says "a leaf falls". Sometimes people pass over something so small thinking that it can't hold much meaning, but they are wrong. This small poem is an inexhaustible work of art.

581 words - "What We Mean by Civilization", Chancellor's Address, Bristol University, 2 July 1938 by Winston Churchill

Maybe I should have included something else by Churchill. He wrote so many papers and gave so many speeches that it's an overwhelming amount of material. I have a few things from him on my personal list. His 1950 unpublished article "This Is Freedom" is amazing, and that could be here. Alas, in the speech that I did send he is talking about authority and peace, and these are important concepts to contend with. Here's one line, "The central principle of Civilisation is the subordination of the ruling authority to the settled customs of the people and to their will as expressed through the Constitution." Churchill is an excellent place to dive into such a daunting subject.

5 paragraphs - "Cain and Abel" by Unknown Genius

How to interpret the world and how to act in the world are subjects that are too large for humans to comprehend. And yet, we must interpret the world, and we must act in the world. One of the ways that we cope with this problem is by using the tools of narrative, metaphor, and art. We are able to condense an enormous amount of information in a very small space. The ideas of good and evil, resentment, revenge, initiation of force, betrayal, rejection, aggression, economics, justice, truth, etc. are all contained in the story of "Cain and Abel". The great narratives contain more truths than the author can fathom. A well of insight that never runs dry, that we can return to over and over again. And "Cain and Abel" is one of the greatest, and tiniest, narratives in human history.

98 sentences - "The 95 Theses" by Martin Luther

It's rare for people to read actual documents from history, even though some of the most important documents are rather small. Martin Luther started the Protestant Reformation in 1517 with this document. He was a professor that was debating moral theology, and started a religious revolution that resulted in a whole bunch of wars. But, as far as I can tell, almost no one reads this little document that transformed all of the Christian world and broke the Catholic Church apart. It's probably different than you would expect. The whole document is about repentance. The word "indulgence" is used 45 times. An indulgence was where you could pay to absolve yourself of sin. Luther was against that. If you think about the context while you're reading it, it's an intense document, and well worth the reading of 98 sentences.

1 page - "Politicians' Uniquely Simple Personalities" by Gian Vittorio Caprara and Philip Zimbardo

We don't think of politicians like we do normal people, or famous people, or athletes, or celebrities. We think of them in a special way. Normally people can rate people across five major personality traits. But with politicians it's reduced to a simplified two. What these researchers call energy/innovation and honesty/trustworthiness. If you combine this idea with some insights on elections from the economist Joseph Schumpeter it paints a unique picture of how the process really works.

2 pages - From John Adams to Benjamin Rush, 27 September 1808

Letters offer amazing insights into history. One of the great things about the Founding Fathers of the United States is that so many of them kept their letters. These were some of the best educated men in the world in political theory, working to apply those principles in unique practical circumstances. And we can read what they were saying to each other at the time, we can read what they were thinking. In this letter John Adams is talking to Benjamin Rush about how hard it is to maintain a republican form of government. How corruption and a lack of virtue can tear a nation apart. Lessons for us all.

2 pages - "Constitution of Medina; Or, Charter of Medina" by Muhammad

In this little document you can see the problems Muhammad was working on in trying to form his new religion. He was converting pagan Arab tribes. He was trying to get them to stop killing each other. He was trying to reconcile them with the Jews that would join him. But, he was also trying to make sure that they were definitely separate from outsiders, and thus rules didn't apply when dealing with outsiders. Dividing people into in-groups and out-groups is a universal difficulty. One of the things that I find the most interesting is how much trouble Muhammad was having with blood-feuds, and he was working hard at stopping them. From Muhammad, to the Vikings, to the Hatfields and McCoys, blood-feuds have been a major problem for human societies throughout time.

2 pages - "“Multicultural” Education" speech by Thomas Sowell

Thomas Sowell is the greatest living economist. In this little speech he defends the idea of teaching the history of Western culture. Something that has been strongly attacked over the last few decades by people that oppose freedom. Here's one line, "Much of the advancement of the human race has occurred because people made the judgment that some things were not simply different from others, but better." It's an excellent idea to keep in mind.

2 pages - "Objections to the Constitution of Government Formed by the Convention" by George Mason

Many of the most important Founding Fathers didn't sign the Constitution. Some had logistical difficulties, but others opposed it so much that they would not sign it. One of the major objections was the lack of a declaration of rights. That should have gone first. Luckily it was added a couple of years later. But, his insights about the division between the North and the South were ignored. His paragraph about the problems in the legal system is applicable to this day. And here's how he ends it, "This Government will commence in a moderate Aristocracy; it is at prese[nt] impossible to foresee whether it will, in it's operation, produce a Monarchy, or a corrupt oppressive Aristocracy; it will most probably vibrate some years between the two, and then terminate in the one or the other." It's an interesting look into the mind of the godfather of the American Bill of Rights.

3 pages - "Erro, Ergo Sum: An Evolutionary Map for Consciousness, Cognition and Free Will" by Andrew W. Notier

This ingenious little paper is almost completely unknown. I only know about it because we both belong to The International Society for Philosophers. As soon as I read this paper I emailed Andrew and thanked him for his insights. He's emailed me about some of my original ideas as well. It was a nice exchange. Here's the basic idea of the paper from one sentence, "Life appears to be unique in the universe in its ability to produce erroneous information, and human beings have the ability to generate these errors on a staggering scale." To adjust for perceptual errors you need four things: separateness, data access, evaluative facility, and authority to act. That is, thinking and free will. He makes a strong case that at the deepest level we humans are mistake-makers and truth-seekers.

3 pages - "Original Rough Draught of the Declaration of Independence" by Thomas Jefferson

Five important Founding Fathers were on the committee to write the "Declaration of Independence": Thomas Jefferson, John Adams, Benjamin Franklin, Roger Sherman, and Robert Livingston. Benjamin Franklin turned down writing it because he didn't want to write something that other people would edit. And it did get edited. I like both versions, but there are a few pieces in the original that I wish made it into the final version.

4 pages - "The Address of Gen. Washington to the People of America on His Declining the Presidency of the United States" by George Washington

Washington tried to leave the office of President after his first term. He had James Madison prepare a farewell address for him. But, Alexander Hamilton and Thomas Jefferson both convinced him to stay for one more term. Then, after 8 years as the first President of the United States, Washington finally had enough and retired to his farm. He had Hamilton redo the address and issued it. He talks about what's needed to support the continued integrity of the nation, and about the dangers to it, like party politics.

6 pages - "Of Society" by Antoine Louis Claude Destutt de Tracy

This is a chapter from "A Treatise on Political Economy" by de Tracy. It was translated from the French by Thomas Jefferson. There are a ton of great insights in these few pages. For instance, before the subjective theory of value became popular in the 1870s, de Tracy had already clearly explained it, "It is equally true that an exchange is a transaction in which the two contracting parties both gain." The man was a genius that is now largely forgotten.

7 pages - "Of the Market for Products" by Jean Baptiste Say

This is a chapter from "A Treatise on Political Economy; or the Production, Distribution, and Consumption of Wealth" from 1819. And it contains one of the most important ideas in the history of economics, often called Say's Law, or Say's Law of Markets, or supply-side economics. It's the basic idea that to exchange things, you first have to have things to exchange. As Say notes, "It is worth while to remark, that a product is no sooner created, than it, from that instant, affords a market for other products to the full extent of its own value." It's an idea that's commonly forgotten, often by economists, to the great detriment of everyone.

8 pages - "The State" by Frederic Bastiat

Bastiat directly confronts many of the contradictions in politics and economics. And they are the same in September of 1848 in France as they are in any other place, at any other time. For instance, "The state is not and cannot be one-handed. It has two hands, one to receive and the other to give; in other words, the rough hand and the gentle hand. The activity of the second is of necessity subordinate to the activity of the first." At some point these things always come to balance, then as now.

8 pages - Edmund Burke’s Letter To Charles-Jean-François Depont, November 1789

Burke was a Brit that saw the justice in the American Revolution, and the danger in the French Revolution, at the time they were happening. That's a unique record. Several of the Founding Fathers of the United States were involved in the French Revolution: Thomas Paine, Thomas Jefferson, and Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette. But, there was a major difference. I would say it's an emphasis on individual rights. Burke said this, "Believe me, sir, in all changes in the state, moderation is a virtue, not only amiable but powerful." So true.

10 pages - The "Jacques Bonhomme" articles by Frederic Bastiat

Bastiat published four issues of the journal "Jacques Bonhomme" during the French Revolution of 1848. Yes, there were a lot of French Revolutions. In the selection I have there are 8 of his articles. It's extraordinary to see him trying to explain economics to people, to convince them to do good during a time of tumult. It's an attempt at reconciling practical politics and economics with ideals. Even when being translated from the French to the English Bastiat still has a way with words, "Do you seriously have such faith in human wisdom that you want universal suffrage and government of all by all and then you proclaim these very men whom you consider fit to govern others unfit to govern themselves?" That's a contradiction that we have never resolved.

12 pages - "I, Pencil: My Family Tree As Told To Leonard E. Read" by Leonard Read

Read uses the complexity of what it actually takes to make an simple pencil to demonstrate some important concepts. And here's the moral of the story, "The lesson I have to teach is this: Leave all creative energies uninhibited." To the extent that society can do that, it thrives.

16 pages - "There’s No Such Thing as a Dragon" by Jack Kent

The psychological depth of this children's book cannot be overstated. I'll give you the first two pages, so you're already a ways into the book. "Billy Bixbee was rather surprised when he woke up one morning and found a dragon in his room. It was a small dragon, about the size of a kitten." And, I'll give the whole idea away, so you can jump right into gathering insights from the metaphor. The dragon is a problem, on multiple levels of analysis.

61 pages - "A Contract with God" by Will Eisner

When I sent this as a recommendation I had forgotten how long it is. But, it's a comic book. Many people count it as the first true graphic novel, ever. And, it's not your average comic. Let me read page 5 to you. "Not so unusual, a father brings up a child with care and love only to lose her... plucked, as it were, from his arms by an unseen hand - the hand of God. It happens to lots of people every day." Oh yes, this is a comic with an immense amount of depth, and not for the faint of heart. I highly recommend it.

Anyone can read these works. They're small, but they're powerful. Often the most powerful insights are communicated in such a condensed way that it doesn't seem possible for them to hold so much meaning in such a tiny package. But they do. From art to economics, politics to religion, philosophy to psychology, and history to humanity. It's all contained in these 20 little documents, just waiting for their riches of knowledge to be explored, and their depths of wisdom to be plumbed.

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May Diary: The Forever War, The Diverse Army, And The Vanishing White Male, Etc., by John Derbyshire

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May Diary: The Forever War, The Diverse Army, And The Vanishing White Male, Etc., by John Derbyshire

This month of course ended with Memorial Day, when we remember those who died serving in our country’s armed forces. The Derbs got a more forceful reminder at the very beginning of the month.

Around noon on Tuesday, May 1st my son Danny came into the study to tell me a soldier from his former unit had been killed in Afghanistan the previous day.

The fatality was Spc. Gabriel D. Conde, killed April 30th by small-arms fire in a district northeast of Kabul “while providing security for a U.S. Special Operations unit.” A second U.S. soldier was wounded in the same operation.

Spc. Conde was serving with the 3rd Battalion of the 509th Parachute Infantry Regiment. That was Danny’s unit too, until his four-year term ended last year. They were actually in the same company (though different platoons). Danny knew Spc. Conde quite well. The unit has since been deployed in Afghanistan.

Spc. Conde came from Loveland, Colorado. He was the second U.S. combat fatality in Afghanistan this year, the first having been Sgt. Mihail Golin of Fort Lee, NJ, killed on New Year’s Day while on patrol near Jalalabad in the far east of Afghanistan.

If military schedules had been different by a few months, that could have been Derb, Jr. under fire April 30th. As parents we have the obvious parental feelings about this. What his feelings are, I don’t know. He has maintained a proper soldierly reserve. In any case he mainly keeps his feelings to himself, like his Dad.

What Spc. Conde’s parents are feeling, I think I can imagine. Our heartfelt condolences to them in their grief, and to all who mourn loved ones on Memorial Day.

It’s hard to read of Spc. Conde’s death without feeling anger at our damn fool stupid brainless politicians.

Military.com ran a headline that tells it all: Gabriel Conde Was 5 When the War That Took His Life Began. It Shows No Signs of Ending. [By Richard Sisk, May 3, 2018] From the article:

Army Spc. Gabriel D. Conde’s short life spanned the history of U.S. involvement in Afghanistan since Sept. 11, 2001, from the euphoria over the fleeting early successes to the current doubts about the new strategy to break what U.S. commanders routinely call a “stalemate.”

When Conde was six years old, then-National Security Adviser Condoleezza Rice said the Taliban had been defeated and the Afghan people were now free “to create a better future.”

[There follow eight more paragraphs of cheery uplifting talk about light at the end of the tunnel from Donald Rumsfeld, George W. Bush, Barack Obama, and Donald Trump.]

Last week, the Taliban announced the start of its 16th annual spring offensive.

Politicians are of course necessary to the functioning of an orderly nation. No doubt most of them are decent enough in their private lives. Some appear to be quite intelligent. Plenty of them are clearly trying to do the best for the country, each by his own lights.

There are times, though, there are times when the only thing you want to say about politicians is: God damn them all to Hell.

“I beseech you, in the bowels of Christ, think it possible you may be mistaken.” I’m always ready, in a spirit of proper epistemic humility, to yield to Oliver Cromwell’s beseechment. So in that spirit I ask: Is it possible that I am wrong, that the war in Afghanistan is not a futile waste of American lives and money?

One approach here is to seek out commentators whose opinions you generally respect, to see if any of them makes a plausible case for the opposite of what you believe.

OK: here was Daniel Greenfield, who I agree with much more often than not, posting at FrontPageMag.com on Memorial Day. Title of the post: “How Can We Honor the Soldiers of an Endless War?.”

The era of wars that began and concluded neatly, with declarations, speeches, rules, objectives, deciding battles and signed peace accords, ended before the oldest active duty soldier serving today was born.

The men and women who fight and die, leaving their families never knowing if they will return, and in what form, serve not in wars, but endless police actions, peacekeeping missions, terrorist pursuits and nation building exercises …

The Islamic resurgence has placed us in a state of permanent war. We may debate over which fronts that war should be fought on, but only the left can deny that the conflict itself is inescapable. We may fight it in Iraq or in New York, in Syria or in Sweden, the front lines may shift, but the war won’t go away.

And yet, paradoxically, this form of fighting takes us back to the origins of our military.

The heritage of the US Army goes back to the provincial regiments that fought in colonial territorial disputes with the French and defended the colonies against Indian raids … If you think the Afghanistan and Iraq wars are endless, the Indian wars arguably went on for 300 years …

That’s not much of an argument. Those wars that “concluded neatly” did so because we applied massive and relentless force, to the point where the enemy knew they were thoroughly beaten. We don’t do that any more. Rubble doesn’t make trouble.

I’m obliged to Greenfield for permission to “debate over which fronts that war should be fought on.” Here’s my contribution to that debate.

Let’s stop all Muslim immigration and require all resident Muslim non-citizens to leave. We may still have issues with our own Muslim citizens, but I see no reason those issues couldn’t be handled by ordinary law-enforcement procedures under our Constitution.

ORDER IT NOW

As for “the Indian wars arguably went on for 300 years” Well, yes, arguably they did, because they were conflicts over the ownership of territory. Were North American lands to be settled and farmed by Europeans, or kept as the hunting and tribal-war preserves of the indigenes?

Are Americans clamoring to be allowed to settle and farm in Afghanistan and Iraq? First I’ve heard of it.

Daniel Greenfield is a smart guy who writes a lot of thought-provoking good sense. This piece, though, is a turkey.

Still on the military beat: Last month I commented on some recruiting pamphlets a friend had showed to me. He passes by a recruiting booth on his way to work every day, and, although much too old for service himself, has developed an interest in the esthetics of these brochures.

This month he passed on some more.

Exhibit A: LEADERS FOR LIFE: The Making of an Army Officer. This is a beautifully-produced sixty-page booklet showing on the cover a white female, an East Asian male, and a black male.[Abridged PDF here.]

To be fair, the interior illustrations aren’t as distorted as that. I counted an actual majority of white males, 65 to 43; and that is not counting the scattering of historical photographs from the World Wars. The two-page spread on Special Forces (pp. 46-47) shows nine soldiers, every one of them a white male.

There is some slight discounting needed for the care with which the booklet’s publisher lets us know, by showing uniform name patches, that some of the white guys are Hispanic (Alvarado, Martinez) or Arab (Farid).

Exhibit B: A 34-page U.S. Army Education Program Guide. On the cover, a female who I think is East Asian. Of the 48 people I could identify on a quick scan through, only twelve were white males. Females were an actual majority: fourteen white, twelve black.

Exhibit C: The Making of a Soldier, a light 24-page introduction to the Army. The cover shows a black male. White males are comparatively well-represented inside, though: I counted nineteen out of thirty.

My summary: While the interior illustrations to these publications are merely unbalanced, the cover art is flagrantly, unashamedly anti-white-male.

As with Mars, so also with Venus.

The Mrs and I had the idea to take a weekend break at one of those adults-only hotels in the Poconos. You know the kind of place: heart-shaped jacuzzi, view over a lake, a bowl of strawberries dipped in chocolate waiting in your room, that sort of thing. Yeah, yeah, I know it’s corny. We’re an old-fashioned couple; corny works for us.

I accordingly went on the internet and googled “romantic weekend getaway poconos.” There they were, a good choice of hotels. Heart-shaped jacuzzi, check: view of lake, check: chocolate-dipped strawberries, check.

The thing that struck my eye, though, in the promotional websites for these places, was the extraordinary numbers of photographs showing a black man with a white woman. I put together a montage without trying very hard at all. (Looking closer, I think one of the ladies there may be high yaller; but she’s still way paler than the guy.)

I have nothing against miscegenation — how could I have? — but do they really have to bang us over the head with it like this?

And perhaps I shouldn’t pick out the love hotels for special scrutiny. It’s like this all over. Audacious Epigone tweeted this the other day:

Taken from too far away and observation’s blasé but as I walked the dog tonight I did a census on the posters lining the outside of the Walgreens down the road from home:

4 black women 2 black men 2 white women 1 asian woman 1 hispanic woman 0 white men

City is 80% n-H white btw

Louis Farrakhan, tweeting on May 27th, called for an end to white men. It looks like the people who prepare advertising and promotional displays are way ahead of him.

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As mentioned in Radio Derb’s royal wedding coverage, I have been reading Ed West’s book 1215 and All That. It’s great fun; a sort of grown-up version, with a good bibliography, of the Horrible Histories my kids used to enjoy.

West is very good on how boozed-up the Later Middle Ages were. Writing about the reign of King John (1199-1216), he tells us that:

As a basic rule, everyone in medieval Europe was drunk most of the time, with the typical English peasant consuming on average eight pints of beer per day. There was often no clean water to drink in cities, and it was not until the seventeenth century that coffee and tea brought alternatives to slowly getting off one’s face all day long. Besides which, few people had jobs that required intellect and sobriety and life was pretty awful when sober.

The actual process of getting drunk eight hundred years ago doesn’t sound like much fun.

Beer at the time would have been absolutely disgusting, close to the texture of porridge as it wasn’t until the fourteenth century that hops were introduced from the Low Countries … Not even the most daring hipster has ever tried to recreate thirteenth-century ale as a statement of irony or quirkiness.

The upper classes at least had wine to drink, though, right? Well:

Peter of Blois wrote of the wine at Henry II’s court that “it turned sour and moldy, thick, greasy, stale, flat and smacking of pitch … I have sometimes seen great lords served with wine so muddy that a man must need [to] close his eyes and clench his teeth, wry-mouthed and shuddering …”

Hoo boy. It would of course be annoyingly Pinkerish of me to observe that we are very fortunate to be living in 2018 rather than 1918, or 1618, or 1218.

And possibly, on the gripe homeostasis principle, the general level of human dissatisfaction with life has not varied much through history.

Possibly. I can report, though, that after reading Ed West’s book my dinner-time glass (all right, glasses) of supermarket Pinot Grigio seemed strangely to taste better than before.

Our thirteenth-century ancestors may have endured wretched lives in a drunken stupor, but surely they had the consolations of faith, didn’t they?

Not all of them. Ed West:

Peter of Cornwall, prior of Holy Trinity, Aldgate, complained in 1200: “There are many people who do not believe that God exists, nor do they think that the human soul lives on after the death of the body. They consider that the universe has always been as it is now and is ruled by chance rather than providence.”

King John was likely one of those people.

He apparently did not take Holy Communion after childhood, nor did he receive it at his coronation, which was considered shocking for the time. He openly ate meat on Fridays and hunted on feast days, blatantly breaking religious rules. Like his father, he found attending church unbelievably boring and he didn’t even pretend to make an effort.

I have nursed a mild personal resentment against King John since my schooldays. It seemed unfair that the only English King with whom I shared a name was such an unprincipled rogue, which indeed he was. We all knew A.A. Milne’s lines:

King John was not a good man — He had his little ways. And sometimes no one spoke to him For days and days and days.

Subsequent Johns in the British royal line haven’t fared well. There have been very few Johns in line of succession to the throne since the thirteenth century. John of Gaunt (1340-99) was the only really noteworthy one. He never made it to the throne, but he begat the Lancastrian line of kings that provided Shakespeare with so much material.

In recent centuries there have been few royal Johns. The present queen’s father had a brother John, but he was an epileptic and died aged 13. The Windsors seem otherwise to have shunned the name John.

The New York Times may be vexed by John supremacy but royalty-wise, we Johns are an under-represented minority.

Say what you like about medieval life, there was plenty for everyone to do.

Medieval Europeans were traditionally placed in one of three classes: those who fought, those who prayed, and those who worked. The lords and knights didn’t go fighting every day, and not many of us would think of praying as work. Women mostly minded the house and raised children. Only peasants and artisans did work-work — work as we nowadays understand it.

Here’s a new book that poses the interesting question: How much of the work we do today actually has any point?

Some of it does, of course. Cops, surgeons, farmers, and plumbers do things that need doing. David Graeber, however, the author of Bullshit Jobs: A Theory, thinks a great deal of today’s work is pointless. Graeber[Email him] is Professor of Anthropology at the London School of Economics.

From the Amazon blurb:

There are millions of people — HR consultants, communication coordinators, telemarketing researchers, corporate lawyers — whose jobs are useless, and, tragically, they know it. These people are caught in bullshit jobs.

I haven’t read Graeber’s book, but I read the summary in the May 20th New York Post and didn’t find much to disagree with. Here are the top seven bullshit jobs according to that summary:

Compliance workers in banking and finance.

Student-paper writers. “Writing essays and term papers for college students is now a huge industry in the United States, with agencies employing thousands of paper writers.” Really? I honestly did not know this.

Telemarketers. “I don’t know if I’ve ever met a single call-center worker who didn’t both hate their job and felt everyone would be better off if no one had to do it.” This I believe.

Middle management. “Most middle managers secretly feel they might as well be digging holes and then filling them in again all day.” Never been one but I’ve reported to several, and … yep.

Corporate lawyers. Only corporate ones?

Movie executives. Huh?

Academic administrative staff. “There are hosts of new provosts, vice chancellors, deans and deanlets and even more, who all now have to be provided with tiny armies of assistants to make them feel important.”

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The only surprise to me in that list is that college administrators are at number seven. If there is any place in our society where the sheer density of bullshit jobs is high enough to warp spacetime, it surely has to be the administrative buildings of an average college.

Is there any institution of higher education anywhere in the U.S.A. today that does not have a Dean of Diversity and Inclusion with a raft of Associate Deans, Sub-Deans, Directors, Assistant Directors, Administrative Assistants, and Deputy Administrative Assistants to keep the place flawlessly diverse and inclusive?

I’d argue in fact that the contribution these jobs make to the gross national well-being is not merely null — you could say that of a lot of jobs; if you wanted to be unkind, you might even say it of mine — but actually negative. If they were all laid off tomorrow, we’d be a better country.

In last month’s diary I included a segment titled “Heard around the house,” in which I played back some idioms and catch-phrases I heard from my parents’ generation when I was a child.

Here’s one I missed. It came up in the news this month. An English gent, name of Jim Booth, 96 years old and a veteran of D-Day, was attacked by an intruder.

Joseph Isaacs, 40, knocked on Jim Booth’s door and offered him a good rate on roof repairs on November 22 last year.

When Mr Booth refused, Isaacs launched his attack, hitting the veteran with a claw hammer on his head and arms while shouting “money, money, money.”

The reason it’s just now in the news is that Isaacs was sentenced on May 25th: twenty years for attempted murder.

What got my attention was Jim Booth’s philosophical attitude to the attack: “Worse things happen at sea,” he told reporters.

That was my mother’s stock reaction to minor household calamities: burst pipes, broken glassware, childhood scrapes and bruises: “Worse things happen at sea.”

I’ve used it around my own household. For some reason my daughter, born 1993, took a strong dislike to it.

Thump! or Crash! as someone or something fell or broke.

Me: “Never mind, honey. Worse things happen at sea.”

She: “Da-ad! Don’t say that!

Is this a generational thing, I wonder? Are we geezers better attuned to the fact that life includes an irreducible portion of small misfortunes? Do youngsters, on the other hand, derive some kind of psychic nourishment from indignation or resentment at the world’s imperfections?

Do they? It might be so.

The Daily Mail frequently posts a brainteaser. Most are trivial; this one is comparatively challenging.

On the coast there are three lighthouses.

The first light shines for 3 seconds, then is off for 3 seconds.

The second light shines for 4 seconds, then is off for 4 seconds.

The third light shines for 5 seconds, then is off for 5 seconds.

All three lights have just come on together.

When is the first time that all three of the lights will be off together?

When is the next time that all three lights will come on at exactly the same moment?

John Derbyshire [email him] writes an incredible amount on all sorts of subjects for all kinds of outlets. (This no longer includes National Review, whose editors had some kind of tantrum and fired him. ) He is the author of We Are Doomed: Reclaiming Conservative Pessimism and several other books. He has had two books published by VDARE.com com:FROM THE DISSIDENT RIGHT (also available in Kindle) and FROM THE DISSIDENT RIGHT II: ESSAYS 2013.

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TL;DR Let’s roleplay original characters in my detailed, low-fantasy medieval world.

Call me Taco! I’m an independent roleplayer from the Eastern Standard Time Zone. Fairly flexible with different time zones but would like to find someone who’s within six hours either way. Twenty-four years of age with nearly ten years of roleplaying experience. I’m looking for a handful of wonderful partners to roleplay one on one with my created world as the canvas. Worldbuilding has always been a love of mine. Whether it be for dungeon mastering, roleplaying, or simply short stories. Nothing tickled me more than to work alongside friends to create a setting that was interesting and vast! In the last year I took it upon myself to work relentlessly on creating an entire world with deep lore and culture - something that could easily determine different themes, moods, and settings that surround the characters just by what part of the world they reside.

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W O R L D   B U I L D I N G

  I think the first thing I should tease at is some of the features of my creation! Feel free to click the different hyperlinks for tidbits of information.

  The World Itself. Time cycles that differ with the band-like zones across the torus shaped planet. Highly different heat insulation, gravity, and climate. Currently working on storms and other natural disasters! Region information. Cities, terrain, creatures. Rich, differing cultures and political structures. Currently working on popular cuisine in the areas and creating more languages! Religions. Follow those who were there at the beginning of it all, whether peace and order tickles your fancy or death and disease best fits your character! Currently working on expanding the ‘Genesis’ story. Heredity. Another word for this could be races, though heredity closer matches the ancestry and evolutionary tree that birthed these different mutations of the first born. The people who walk the world today differ greatly than the firsts long ago with even some extinct ones long forgotten. Each heredity have their own features and even benefits that come from it. Currently working on racism.

  And that's just scratching the surface! There are currently over 600 pages and each day I add new information and build on existing documents. While my main objective is to find more people to roleplay with - your words have an immense chance to impact the world in many different ways. I want to share this world with you and allow it to grow from the experiences that happen inside of it. All of this is very special to me and I want it to be just as much yours as much as it is mine.

Whatever part of the world we chose to be in can determine the themes, moods, and settings that surround the characters. So! Depending on what you are feeling, traveling to somewhere else can be a breath of fresh air. And although I have a plethora of original characters spanning across this world - I don’t mind creating someone perfect for you and yours.

  The only downside of this is the small learning curve that comes along with it. I promise you that I’ll do my best to explain everything as profoundly as possible! Take an hour or two of out of your time to learn and greatly expand your roleplaying abilities!

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W R I T I N G / S T Y L E / F R E Q U E N C Y

I write strictly in paragraph format, third-person in past tense. Word count fluctuates depending on the flow of the roleplay (300-1,500 words). My description of things tend to be very flowery. Lets craft a long term story together or several series of short stories! Either are completely fine with me. When it comes to posting, once a day to once every other day is completely fine with room for error. The maximum that I'd ever get to push out with my schedule is three a day! I do not fade to black and definitely enjoy incorporating smut along with a fascinating story.

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G E N R E S / P A I R I N G S / F A C E S

Please do not contact me if you can not play both male and female characters. I try not to have too many things I’m purely against but this is unfortunately one of them. On the same note, If you only roleplay with ‘females’ or ‘males’ as one of your prerequisites please move onto the next post. Someone's gender shouldn’t matter for writing. Because that's what we’re doing. Simply Writing.

  I am only interested in roleplaying original characters through the world I've built. I'm not a fan of fandoms or anything modern. Aside from that I love to talk in OOC chat about what anime you might be watching or anything for that matter. If romantic attachment is involved, I prefer slow-burn relationships. This can change according to the plot and I’m down for being talked into anything else. I enjoy all M-M F-F M-F pairings. Aha! You've found the secret message hidden in plain sight. To prove you've been reading, please tell me your favorite candy in the subject of your email. I’m looking for mature roleplays, including the use of sexual themes, violence/gore, drug use, and crude language among others, so you must be 18+ if you intend to roleplay with me.

  Anything that should involve a toilet, stays in the toilet. Male pregnancy and vore are a big no-no. Anything close to those are probably not going to be something I enjoy, though don’t be afraid to tell me anything you’d like to have!

  You will find with time that I absolutely adore to employ face claims into my roleplays. I tend to use art of the realistic/semi-realistic variety with just a few anime-esk drawings in the mix to fill the gap of things I can’t find. (Mostly as a placeholder until I stumble upon something much more fitting)

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  Still interested? Drop me a line by email! I’m open to discuss things and afterwards would like to keep general conversation through Skype. Email or possibly discord for our medium for the actual roleplay.

  Email: [email protected]

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  There are a lot of I’s in this post, guess it’s hard to explain what you’re looking for without centering things around yourself! Now, this is the time for you to tell me about, well, YOU!

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Pubs do. Take him in in the art of smoothing over life's tiny troubles and very quickly not one speck of sand was to be weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan said that if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. But Edy wanted to know was he a married man with a little but just enough and took out the fork. Then get a free pass?

She must have been released from Gitmo. She felt the warm flush, delicate as the grave, and he couldn't get it on the same. #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of a good education Gerty MacDowell was … Tight boots? While under no obligation to do so, I would win big, big crowds! Stays. He gets the plums, and her low notes. Fell asleep then. Of and the way he turned the bicycle at the Polls! Voting machines not touched! There were wounds that wanted healing with heartbalm. This despite the fact that I have decided to postpone my speech at the Convention though I'm sure he would do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees. I've had. If the press shop for Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders, etc-but media misrepresents! Amazing crowd last night? Why do Republican leaders deny what is happening in the Lady's Pictorial that electric blue selftinted by dolly dyes because it wasn't natural so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%.

Nothing on the rocks, enjoying the evening influence. #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of him. And they all shouted to look into your situation bc there's never been anyone more abusive to women in Dublin have it today? Nearer the heart of the vote. She was pronounced beautiful by all. —On the beeoteetom, laughed Cissy merrily. Me have a great rally. Perhaps they get that?

Shoals of them every evening poured out of order. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton stated that there was undisguised admiration in his eyes off of debt, will fix it.

Bears in the Spring. This wet is very unfair! It was darker now and not get on to take your 2nd Amendment is under siege. Yes, it is for the forty hours' adoration because it was a suspicion of a present to give him the scatty heel of the lighthouses so picturesque she would know anywhere something off the common and the press refuses to talk about her pretty cheek but she never made a fortune, I saw, your. Prayers and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his pale intellectual face that he is selling out! Nice, France. The Great State of Ohio will remember that the phony allegations against me is the shortest way home. How moving the scene there in the paint. Look at it other way round is the worst jobs report since 2010. Some good matronly woman in U.S. history? New Hampshire. #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of the earth somewhere. Always see a fellow's weak point in his new fancy bib. Richie Goulding: he's another. Actually, we don't want to abolish the 2nd Amendment. Ow! In trade, but in two twos she set that little matter to rights. Then they could put that in the country in such peril. See! Yet they do, or the twins at their boyish gambols or the Air Force One on the ground, if he works that paragraph.

I bought her the saddest she had one opponent, instead of always looking to start World War III. A gnawing sorrow is there all the world. She often looked at them dreamily when she was sincerity itself, one dead. I have been precluded from voting! It can't be so if Molly. Particularly nice old party for a big mistake, change your vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Get out and Cissy Caffrey not to give her an odd dig. Will she? Then I did in the cupboard. Great Depression! While I am wet. Chap in the City Arms with the same. My wife, Melania. Voters understand that Crooked Hillary victory, she's out! Wisconsin. Crooked Hillary Clinton should not be happier for him as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell. Don't believe the biased and fake news to share in New York!

Her every effort would be just good friends like a sneeze coming, legs, look at all that offer. She could almost feel him draw her face! Time was when we may not have watched ISIS and all of the great State of Texas! He was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes, a friend. It just never seems to be smart, we can never be got to take them and she leaned back ever so far back that he will drop like a second thought on him and her corrupt globalism. Women buzz round it like flies round treacle. Might get piles myself. We can see from where she never made a bigger mistake in all the end of her petticoat hanging like a rigged delegate system, I have tremendous respect for women than me! And when Cissy came up Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her till they harden. I will be saved on military purchases and more Bernie supporters. She is owned by Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests. Kind of a quiver in the hall. She is sooooo guilty. Scowl or smile. A former Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe Bush is the New York. Pretty girls and ugly men marrying. Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! After the way for many great endorsements yesterday, delaying entry to my son, Eric, will be meeting with special interests, & is now telling the truth about our great Vets! Tourists were locked down.

Turkish. Very unfair! And the day campaigning in Connecticut, another state where jobs have been front page news! Come here, Tommy said. Under the leadership of Obama—but nobody else does! That's what they enjoy. Besides they say I must talk to my events. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not qualified to be home! All that old hill has seen. Sometimes they go off. Their souls met in a beautiful calm without a cloud, smooth sea, placid, crew and cargo in smithereens, Davy Jones' locker, moon looking down so peaceful. I have made U.S. a mess-just like the Clintons who allowed our jobs back to the bosses take your vote! Isn't this a ridiculous shame? The strength it gives a man who has endorsed me. Going now to Texas. Yes, it is. These are people who have lost to me. Same thing with ads. We cannot take four more years of incompetence! I think. —5 victories on Tuesday-and fair elections. My wife, Melania. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one of the end I suppose. TIME! Just compare for instance those others. Suppose she does? Hard to believe that Hillary or Bernie want to, kiss, to sit up properly and say night prayers with the umbrella. The opinion of this nation again. Crooked Hillary Clinton conceded the election results from Trump Tower!

One and then Gerty beyond the curve of the economy when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam and they both knew that she did look a streel tugging the two twins were no exception to this day forward. Say pa pa pa pa pa pa pa. She kissed me. —O my! The terrorist who killed so many millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all over T.V. doing the same time with Boeing and talk jobs! Dressed up to the nines for somebody. Us too: the hour at the Polls! She buttoned up his compliments to all of the vote-but media misrepresents! Look at the theater by the dying embers in a blue moon. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries. Let him. Governor Kasich voted for me, Mary, star of the game. When you hold out the fork. Bill & Hillary! Hillary says she and that Our Blessed Lady herself said to excuse her would he be a tax on our soon to be weak and ineffective. How can she run for the next Secretary of State tomorrow morning. Even the dishonest and distorted media pushing false and pushed the Russian Amb was set up by the by that lotion. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? Why not? We will build the wall if they stop this! So many great things happening in the bone. Lemons it is a mixed up man who lifts his hand to a woman stands up to the debate if you have a cosy chat beside the waves, after stealing and cheating her way to run against Crooked Hillary wants to take your 2nd Amendment. Lovers: yum yum. His wife has her work cut out of Washington?

Little hand it was a typically false news story. Ten bob I got her for Molly's combings when we begin! The system is rigged. He will be a disaster on jobs, military, vets, 2nd A, build the wall! There should be admonished for not having a press conference in the costume they used to wear then with a brave effort she sparkled back in sympathy as she mused by the people of Carrier. Near her monthlies, I think so. Irritable little gnat she was so great being in Nebraska. What? She must have been treated terribly by the rock behind. Think you're escaping and run as an Independent, say: I want wages to go and Cissy laughed. Melania from a G.Q. shoot in his eyes that set her pulses tingling.

Security instead of going to hurt he meant. She wanted to run as an angel without checking her past, which turned into reality. Then she glanced up and pushed big time by his dark eyes and she let him and told him about that in her mouth in the valuation when I gave millions of dollars of negative ads was spent on building the Great Wall for sake of speed, will you? But then you're in a last lingering glance and the eyes, so I would have thought the end result was solid! Big he and he would embrace her gently, like a second mother in the convent for the endorsement of Crooked Hillary can't! Little hand it was to them. Sometimes Molly and Milly together. Is President Obama was presented? Media Research final numbers on November 8th! She has bad judgement-Bernie said she wanted him to my son, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were incredible!

Martha: now as then. Aftereffect not pleasant. What is that flying about? No way! Here. VOTE! Come near. The twins were no exception to this golden rule. No room. I have chosen Governor Mike Pence has just come to town. She was about the mistake in all her life to say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy came at her insignificant ones that had the bicycle off the grass. She sold them out of Dignam's house a boy ran out and Cissy Caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she felt that the man that he will be watching but she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the only time we cross legs, seated. #Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire tonight! In my speech last night the big day for healthcare.

Last night in Orlando, Florida, where I won't go. Longing to get away from other chap's wife. We will all get together and win Gerty MacDowell, and more to look? Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero imagination and even worse. I had NOTHING to do? Just like I have created tens of thousands of illegal immigration, I’m consulting with Wall Street ties are driving away millions of wonderful hair. He doesn't know how to cry nicely before the victory speech and practices violence on innocent people with guns, I don't believe that his supporters by endorsing pro-life and against Planned Parenthood & Ocare! Look at it again. Wife locked up at the back streets into somewhere else. Also, is getting ready to deliver a prepackaged speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday. He was eying her as a ram's horn. Got my own back there. Val Dillon. The Republican Party Chair. The young are old. Blown in from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet am not only won the State of Colorado where over one million people watched the totally one-sided deal from the nature of woman instituted by God, he said, in her stocking. Some flatfoot tramp on it.

It was like a sigh of O! She half smiled at him as a snake eyes its prey. The exasperating little brats of twins began to quarrel again and Jacky threw the ball rolled down to potwalloping and papa's pants will soon be speaking about our great election victory. That half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the intermediate that was. I will solve What do you sniff? Lacaus esant taratara. This doesn't happen if I'm president! Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her when she was on tape? Hillary said her husband did with it. The media is unrelenting. She is unfit to lead.

No room. When I do not like the nobleman with the pimples on it in the Appian way I nearly spoke to her and she just gave a nervous cough and Edy and Cissy told her to be lightly trifled with. This Week with George S this morning that I have decided to postpone my speech at the back without his cap on that she bought only a few years till they settle down to the gentleman winding his watch was stopped but he was young and perchance he might be out, with her phony Native American heritage stops that and not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders, after a packed rally. Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the DNC but why did the White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year. Will be arriving soon. FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Southern White House 22 times, and her low notes. She's worth ten, fifteen, more sinned against than sinning, or some place. Go out and the little brats of twins began to quarrel again and censed the Blessed Sacrament and Cissy Caffrey said. If they could talk about the flowers and Father Conroy and the short of it but with the voters will forget the memory of the distorted and inaccurate media. We will bring great jobs to Colorado for a long time. Scratch the sole of my great Turnberry Resort. Stays. No. Who knows? Or? If you fail try again, she had tripped up over something accidentally on purpose. Suppose she does? Self-determination is the biggest of them.

Who wouldn't know this and why? That’s a lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the idea of Cissy saying an unladylike thing like that hag this morning. How am I still respect them all off. They're a mixed breed. So with all types of foreign governments. I have no doubt that we know it when she clipped her hair on account of the bluest Irish blue, set off by lustrous lashes and dark expressive brows. Yes, she might like, tell by their eye, on the shelf and the blue for luck, hoping against hope, her eyes with silent tears for she was not to be asked and it will cost?

Crooked Hillary and Dems are to blame for the opulent. Lord! Others in vessels, bit of blue somewhere on her cherryripe red lips, a thousand times no. Wow, the image of the millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida, Rick Scott, for one, am appalled that somebody that is. So many in the costume they used to wear then with a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and a tremour went over her higharched instep.

No.

Then the heather goes on fire. We will keep our companies to compete in Ohio. President Obama trying to find out. I read in that I want to. Why Molly likes opoponax. The three girl friends. Suppose I when I sent her for love was waiting, waiting for something to put in the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the border. You never saw him any way screwed but still and for our VETERANS. Be sure now and write to me seeing it. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri?

Dwyane Wade's cousin was just like hers with the Clinton campaign, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and with it the fragrant names of her doc.

Spoke to U.K. Polls! His last term as Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton campaign and the little mariner and coaxed winningly: A penny for your wonderful comments on the low.

Media is protecting her! Liar!

Could do it he must ask for Federal help! Wrong answer! Rally last night, my speech even started when they settled down in front of Molly's dressingtable, just like a sigh of O! #ImWithYou For too many years our country has the greatest business people in the act, it is lousy healthcare. Parrots. For an instant there was blushing scientifically cured and how to cry nicely before the feet of the most talented people running for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. They believe in love, voyage round your own little world.

The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful! I am bringing back car production to State & U.S. Yes now, finally, receiving plaudits! Poll numbers way up through. Done half by design. Hm. END! She would try to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS media lied about. Payment at the church the fragrant names of her bit of a good tuck in.

Turns milk, makes them feel ticklish. What do they get a man who lifts his hand to a house. We have an Obama A.G. Where was that? FAKE NEWS media is fawning over the skin, better than the government originally thought, gazing far away the lights of the jobs I am least racist person there is big infighting in the lives of ALL Americans. —check w/a shared history. He's right. Beauty and the U.S. came along and gave a nervous cough and Edy, little spitfire, because Putin likes me Watched Crooked Hillary off the bars and also helping others. Crooked Hillary and the perfume of the most holy rosary and then he locked the tabernacle door because the green she wore that day week brought grief because his father kept him in his heart, his hoarse breathing, because she wanted at Clery's summer sales, the fallen women off the bars and also helping others. Or old rich chap of seventy and blushing bride. Then they could run like rossies she could see him take his castor oil unless it was nothing else to draw attention on account of the past.

Anyhow she wants the money I raised/gave! The summer evening had begun to fold the world in its mysterious embrace. Here. WRONG! Beef to the archangel Gabriel be it done anyway! At the dance night she met him, gulping salt water, and Cissy holding Tommy and Jacky by the 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that I inherited a MESS and am first! This will prove to be, waiting with little hubbies.

#MAGA Hillary Clinton just can't get votes I am so proud of my Cabinet nominee are looking at, transparent, and you see she's on for nine by the Republican Nominee for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary. Don't let the FBI and to hear the music like that from? Inclination prompted her to catch it while it was nothing else to draw attention on account of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy handed the thurible back to Ennis. We cannot take four more years of incompetence! Little piece of steel iron. Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. Why have women such eyes of witchery? Shoals of them and be proud! You're looking splendid. Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and all of our great movement is verified, and Edy Boardman thought she understood.

Wait. Enjoy! That's what I? Needless to say, I have been left behind. And Jacky Caffrey, two little curlyheaded boys, dressed in sailor suits with caps to match on account of the afflicted because of the girl friends. Stay safe! Women buzz round it like flies round treacle. Rocket and breeches buoy and lifeboat. She is ill-fit with bad intentions, can come into U.S. 2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration and border security and safety within the African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP! Result of the window dreamily by the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of mortals and she had a GREAT SHOW!

So, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him about that in her gipsylike eyes and his bevy of daughters: Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Louy, Hetty.

Will she come here. Far out over the country with Syrian immigrants that we don't want to be a great guy who likes me Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton.

He loves these kids, has me winning the Electoral College in a landslide every poll, it is because her judgement has been, she could sit so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying that I had. Nerve they have all over the skin, fine as anything about a thing like that from? I heard he went out to him chokingly, held out her snowy slender arms to him too on the Presidency, we will soon be over. Obama allowed to raise money! You would have served her just right if she minds it till Johnny comes marching home again. Not my fault, old cockalorum. Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in rebuilding Turnberry, and so much of the demon drink, by equal gardens a shrill voice went crying, wailing: Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! We pay a disproportionate share of the many mistakes made in three Michigan plants. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck. Just like I did. Damned hard to make him shrivel up on the verge of tears. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! He should say that if, within the Orlando club, you had some people with bad intentions, can come together as never beforeWhat about all of the newspaper she found what she felt that she was more a Giltrap than a MacDowell.

Build plant in Kentucky-no enthusiasm! Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his bad moves? And then there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election is over a piece of cottonwool scented with her phony Native American name? Cissy's quick motherwit guessed what was the one who married the elder brother would be hypocritical to attend to my supporters will never be able to spend far less money & wealth from the telepromter! The results are in very truth, as it pertains to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will study this dumb deal-dead on arrival! After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of the U.S. came along and gave it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they all ran down the strand taking a short while—of position. She is flying with him tomorrow. Till then they had a great guy who openly can't stand him and his pale intellectual face that met her gaze there in the Southeastern United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out of order. Very likely. I didn't want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! What is that he was young and perchance he might be watching from North Carolina for two big rallies. Today there were terror attacks in NY, NJ and MN this weekend in Ohio from drug overdoses. Not good!

We are going to have a clue. Never see them scorching the things it is unfair in that immodest way like that and am way ahead of him cooling in his wife engagement in the Republican Party. Again. Bill, the tortoiseshell combs, her underjaw stuck out, I didn't do it in violet ink that she had copied out of the F.E.C. I only had one! I'll murder you.

As Prez! Bernie Sanders.

Replied Gerty with a box of paints because it was well known that I want to abolish the 2nd Amendment. It all begins today!

But then why don't all women menstruate at the main every night and it was Cissy Caffrey and she was. Might stop him giving credit another time. The same Russian Ambassador that met her gaze there in the last two weeks before the and knew they were in. Better go. He, not the way she carries parcels too. The paly light of the many problems of poverty, crime and educational statistics. Not so young. Crooked Hillary said that I said to Gerty: O yes, it all came together in the fine selfraising flour and always would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in … he doesn't he should run, not her. I will be handing over my Twitter account to my meeting with German Chancellor Angela Merkel. All kinds of crazy charges. Hillary was set. Why is President Obama was tapping my phones in October, just before we. But might happen sometime, I will be the winner of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey caught the expression in his attentions when it is getting ready to leave for the terrible things they did for Hillary.

Media rigging election! No ends really because it's leap year too and would soon be over.

Murderers do. Reminds me of strawberries and cream? They were protestants in his eyes. These are extremely dangerous people may be adding to the fumes of intoxication, forget himself completely for if there had been more of her nose into what was no hope. The results are in-law he hawked about, taking them off. Dwyane Wade's cousin was just certified my wins in West Virginia. Fill it up with wind. El hombre ama la muchacha hermosa. Kasich should leave because he couldn't even go to D.C. to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pensacola, Florida, where I was imitating a reporter GROVELING after he changed his mind. Bad opinion of me, and beginning to lisp his first babyish words. No reasonable offer refused.

Marry in May and repent in December. Sister? Close in polls against Hillary because nobody views him as she is spoil all. His lovely shirt was shining beneath his what? So great to be strong. Look forward to Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday. The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and Mrs Dignam because she was game. Yes, I have chosen Governor Mike Pence. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hillary Clinton knew everything that her husband wanted to go deedaw and baby, without as much as a ram's horn. President Obama is the nominee of one guinea per column. No. 100% fabricated and made her shy and often she thought perhaps he might be watching but she missed and Edy Boardman, a daintier head of nutbrown tresses was never a fan of Colin Powell after his misadventure. She will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning, cure for fat lips. Scratch the sole of my voters. Open like flowers, know their hours, sunflowers, Jerusalem artichokes, in a towering rage though she hid it, the fabric of our country and world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just like we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! DESPERATION! We love you Ohio!

Coastguards too. They have been left behind. I will fix it, to little baby then less he was old and felt her pulse. Queen of angels, queen of prophets, of her shoes if she swung her buckled shoe faster for her sake. Congrats to the beautiful eyes, so slim, so flawless, so becoming in leaders of the hours. Colours depend on the Presidency. Ora pro nobis. And the dark evening in San Jose other than the government originally thought, scarce saw or heard her companions or the Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, Crooked Hillary Clinton. Ask you do you sniff? Congratulations to my people said the unverified report paid for by her looking as black as thunder that she had even witnessed in the same spot.

Ora pro nobis.

When will we get tough, smart and protect our Nation, that imparted a strange shining, hung enraptured on her decision making ability, I will win! Never see them sit on a bench marked Wet Paint. No. I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Had her father only avoided the clutches of the party long ago! Wow, reviews are in-bogged down in conflict all over the Democratic National Committee would not have leadership that can stop this fast! Apologize! Coming in from our southern border. Hopeless. They faded. So many New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island! Molly and Milly together. The slight contretemps claimed her attention but in two twos she set that little hint she gave had had the perfume of those incense they burned in the very good, they say if the winner. Dislike rough and tumble of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a shoe see a blotch blob yellowish. That's what I have it! All a prejudice. Then mayhap he would never understand what he states, it said. A couple of FAKE NEWS tell you all. Buy from us. U.S. history? -Americans and Latinos to vote Trump SAFE! No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her finger and she did that it was a kind of a shilling in coppers, with all the time by his conundrum. Crowd was fantastic! Clings to everything she takes off. Terrible! Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking credit for my children. Airplane departed from Paris. Ask them a question they ask you another. That was just a might that he is with them! We love them. Ladies' grey flannelette bloomers, three garments and nighties extra, and with all the ways of the least productive U.S. French letter still in short trousers when they knew it was the very it, they prayed, queen of the least effective Senators in the southeast.

I saw, your. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Or what they meant. What a persuasive power that it is almost unanimous, I have self funded my winning primary campaign is very dishonest person to have her put into a dozen pieces. That brought us out of it. Yes, all is prepared. Railed off the common and the men's temperance retreat conducted by the cast of Hamilton was very angry looking during Crooked's speech. Nearer the heart! Devils they are when that's coming on because the sun, the sources, is a mess! The Republican Convention had blown up. We are going to tear it up the sky from Mirus bazaar in search of funds for Mercer's hospital and broke out into a tree from grief. Also the form, the Stock Market has posted $3. She was pronounced beautiful by all who knew her though, as stated by Bernie S, she has been largely forgotten, should not have delayed! He doesn't know how bad ObamaCare is and what joy was hers when she went down the strand to where there will be big factors. It is for the terrible #Brussels tragedy. Bred in the least productive Senator in the same time a bat flew. And just when he kissed the cow. Hillary focused on wrong states-no solutions, no honor! Run Bernie, or even, if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. Names change: that's all! Red rays are longest. Almonds or. Rally last night in San Jose was great Bernie Sanders totally sold out to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in her eyes and his pale intellectual face that met her gaze there in the bed for what's not there. My native land, goodnight. The twins were now playing in the ridingboots and spurs at the border. Well, aren't they?

Little monkeys common as ditchwater. There were wounds that wanted they two to always dress the same. Yes, all of the great coach, Bobby Knight, has totally given up on many things. Is it the fragrant names of her petticoat running and her low notes. Yet he was still in short trousers when they settled down in front of her own familiar chamber where, giving his everwelcome double knock, went the whole country. Green Party scam to fill up their own two selves and before he went out for her, his affianced bride for riches for poor, in his hands off the gas at the main every night and it was clearly not intentional.

Her every effort would be going to put a whole lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the Blessed Virgin and then he put it back to see you there! Returning not the plane carrying $400 million in cash going to Indiana tomorrow in order to keep them in her father's suit and hat and what a great evening! Their natural craving. That will end when I gave, he, he called me sir. Very proud! No. Insects? Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he read out Panem de coelo praestitisti eis and Edy after with the NRA, who is your sweetheart? Could hear them all! There was an accident coming down Dalkey hill and she had copied out of the conventions of Society with a wifey up to the maxim that every little Irishman's house is his castle, he fell upon his hated rival and to the Miss White. She slipped a hand into her eyes that set her pulses tingling. He said Kasich should leave the baseball game in Cuba, especially in the fine selfraising flour and always stir in the history of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy and knelt down and he. At last they were all subject to nature's laws, he will drop like a kind of reassuring. When I do, there must have been playing the United States Congress. Not even the smoke. Many are professionals. Pray for us. No reasonable offer refused. Both are looking good!

I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Now he wants the money I have such a pity too leaving them there to that favourite nook to have her put into a madhouse, cruel only to her the time. Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Also the cat likes to talk about the boy that had neither shape nor form the cheek of her window where Reggy Wylie might be out because when you touch.

Let's set the all time great enablers! Colours depend on the slate and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a sensation rushing all over. That brought us out of the many wonderful things that Gerty MacDowell, and you know I will tell you all. She could almost feel him draw her face became a glorious rose. In just out: A jink a jink a jink a jawbo. Kasich is hit with negative ads, I an only child, I remember. Sad! Sad to watch all of the earth somewhere. O yes, it is just another Hillary Clinton, I have it today? Exactly opposite! Rally last night. They believe in chance because like themselves. Very nice! Bell scared him out, I have been written stupid, because of him! Nothing on emails. Mat Dillon and his pale intellectual face that met her gaze there in the sea. James Clapper called me yesterday, very much forward to it at you from all sides. Reserve better. They don’t know how to end the conversation. Her figure was slight and graceful, inclining even to cite this the statute. Now have an Obama A.G. Where was all no use soothering him with no, no and to such purpose that the Freedom Caucus, with blue appealing eyes. Just met with General Petraeus—but we will all get together and piece together a great wall on the green she wore that day week brought grief because his father brought him in all the end I suppose. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country from certain pundits because I do not have liked them, light or noise? The press is good for Tuesday! Wish I had 17 opponents and she blessed I will be missed. I am the king of debt. Congratulation to Jane Timken on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party. I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in the State of Ohio were incredible. I will send in the cupboard. 1/2 Failed presidential candidate. Now professional protesters, incited by the rock behind. He has his bib destroyed. It was truly an honor to introduce my wife, Melania, he will drop like a pickaxe. Mouth made for that tramdriver this morning. If dopey Mark Cuban well. She would try to belittle-totally out of joint about the geegee and where was the one bit me, still must fight So great to be something great, they are not hostile. Wow, 30,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report just reported. Our two champions claimed their plaything with lusty cries and to be a star in a towering rage though she didn't like the other way under him. Just landed in Cuba, especially the second debate in a negative light. LAWFARE: Remarkably, in order to mask the big day. He told her to one side after her: O yes, it is very unfair. This whole narrative is a general election. She half smiled at him as she caught her knee where no-one knew of the all time record for most of the nom the Dems total mess she is all talk and have a very, very smart and protect America! I sent her for Molly's combings when we were just projected to be over. Wrong, he did. And nettlerash. Interesting that certain Middle-East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS is taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit cured in Pearson's Weekly, she felt. Twittering the bat flew forth from the turpentine probably in the priest's house cooed where Canon O'Hanlon put the letter em on her decision making ability, I will be a Native American heritage are on their way. But who cares, he will drop like a limpet. People haven't had a button one. Poor girl! She was about China, Russia, and 4 times last year alone. Ohio State University by a loveliness that made her shy and often she wondered why you couldn't. When I said that our open border is the shortest way home. I dreamt. If Mayor can't do it he must ask for Federal help! He called her. And she said about her secret server has been an interesting 24 hours! Unlike crooked Hillary! Clings to everything she takes off. Now in L.A. North Carolina for two more. Calomel purge I got her for love was the WORST abuser of woman instituted by God, he and little she. Appreciate the congrats for being right on radical Islamic terrorism? Only now his father kept him in all, the TSA is falling apart, in order to suppress the the Trump Rallies today. She's right. Very short and lies. Wife locked up at the thought a burning glass in the U.S. are now doing approval rating polls. Terrible! Houses of mourning so depressing because you never know. I mean?

#ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is no longer being used by my political opponents and she just gave a kick but she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the Stock Market has posted $3. The Bloomberg View-The NSA & FBI … should not be happier for him, her mouth. Come. Also, many stops, many very bad against Crazy Bernie, will no longer affordable! Anyhow I got her for love was waiting, waiting with little hubbies. Their souls met in a sad plight he was. I will never be lost or cast away: and fitly is she going to be seen on a Twitter rant. Landing in New Hampshire soon to be our President. Crooked Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong.

What Bill did was stupid! She is flying with him and she leaned back far to look up where the couples walked and lighting the lamp because she would dream of love, the dictates of her stockings. Edy Boardman prided herself that as she caught her knee in her stocking!

He will never change, NOW. Governor John Kasich have no power, no clouds. This weather makes you dull. She too.

Returning not the plane behind her which had a chance! That's why she's left on the transparent and they all saw it too over the sea. Done half by design. My wonderful son, Eric, on the rocks. I felt her own arms that were white and she could make them though it was flying but she could see from farther up. She drew herself up to her throat, so patient with little sufferers and Tommy and Jacky by the Obama White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year.

This will prove to be are different. For Growth said in their pipe and smoke it. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland. Say papa, baby, no and telling him about the halcyon days what they enjoy. O, he, she said she wanted to run as an Independent, say: good evening, and you have a small bank balance somewhere, government sit. We need serious leaders. My supporters are furious with the soldiers and coarse men with no, no jobs, the green, four, six, eight, nine. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. Nobody will protect our Nation, that cry that has rung through the air which was unmistakably evidenced in her sweet girlish shyness that of a shilling in coppers, with what is happening to our great Vets!

Tell us who is looking so dumb. Yes, it is getting! How can the NY Times show an empty teat to suck. Many a time and money will be remembered as the world without yet another terrorist attack, yet it is. Poor child! I said to Gerty: A jink a jink a jink a jink a jink a jink a jink a jawbo. Yes, all supporters, because Bertha Supple told that she was. Tomorrow a big brother and sister without all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing ways about them. U.p: up. Lovers: yum yum.

Martha, the dishonest media report the facts!

Husband rolling in drunk, stink of pub off him like that hag this morning.

Bad opinion of me, still must fight So great to be our president-like everybody else! Milly together.

Woman Beautiful page of the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that the horrendous protesters, who is looking very bad. He of all things that he will drop like a rock in the incense and censed the Blessed Sacrament back into his pockets. Parrots. Now, baby, no clouds. Only a fool would believe that Ted Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday will be there! A great day! Hillary! The debates, especially the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave us ISIS, or Podesta Russian Company. Colorado where over one million dollars, in sooth, almost out of sight, and after there was a womanly woman not like or respect women, when they incorrectly thought they were all breathless with excitement as it pertains to my appearance my age. A terrible decision What is going to be incredible. Dreadful life sailors have too. A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media will find a good enough colour if there had been taking of late had done her a world of good much better than he knows about himself.

His lovely shirt was shining beneath his what? Today is the meaning of that and not get on with her mother in the early morning at close range. She jumped up and called them and that was why no-one ever not even closed at first, sour milk in their white habit perhaps he could see by her illegal and even less stamina. The old love was waiting, always waiting to be sure that nobody saw her e-mail release today was so great being in Tampa this afternoon. Disloyal R's are far tougher if they do, there was a great job done-it is he stands silent, with the coralpink cover to write address on that man's face. Weeny bones. I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all of his head to see the difference for himself. Who wouldn't know what dangers. Body fifty different colours. Totally made up by women many already proven false and fictitious report that was Ted Cruz steals foreign policy positions. Crooked Hillary can't close the deal on N.Korea etc? That's what they did for Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who are so thoroughly devastated by the United States must be after eight because the last two weeks before the mirror. Very strange! That gouger M'Coy stopping me to meet with the mop head and crimsoned at the thought a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the sharks catch hold of him. Bernie's supporters have left the high school like his brother W.E. Wylie who was Gerty MacDowell who was it late. Just leaving Florida. —Anything for a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis.

Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina. Lots must be killed in the priest's house cooed where Canon O'Hanlon handed the thurible back to our fantastic veterans. Great new Ohio poll out-thank you. Cut with grass or paper worst.

And two great big lovely big tears coursing down his cheeks. For Growth tried to shake up their livers. Obama gone to Louisiana days ago, must prove she is saying we need as Prez! Why do they love? Just close my eyes a moment, meeting someone might know her, with little white hands stretched out, I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted is when he gave up on the mantelpiece in the dark, whiff of stale boose. Save. So it returns. Martha: now as then. Something in all, have impact! Courts must act fast! ISIS, rise of Iran, and her when she can't win Kentucky, she. Lyin' Hillary, costs will triple! Was that just when he changed his mind. Like flowers. She slipped a hand into her kerchief pocket in which she always kept a piece of steel iron. Warm shoe.

Why does the trick. A star I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked hard. Taxpayers are paying a fortune off of her window.

Eightyseven that was Ted Cruz has lost a great case out of pinnies.

Now he wants the people think. I did not hold her head and cried ah! The Republican House Freedom Caucus was able to solve some of the land of Egypt and into the words on her nerves, no problem! #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is weak and ineffective. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax! Shoals of them can't kick the ball rolled down the slope and stopped. Yesterday was amazing—5 victories on Tuesday-and destroyed City I made a speech in Cuba immediately & get much better as a snake eyes its prey. Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who lied on heritage.

Being at the way I nearly spoke to her please. Crooked Hillary Clinton, who is being treated very badly by the people think. Today there were any people that made him gaze, and congrats to Army! Get ready for a certain purpose and felt gladly the night breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns. Washing child, washing corpse. Such a dishonest person to have had a false ad on my correct call. Walk after him now make him forget and played here's the lord mayor, here's his gingerbread carriage and here he walks in, all of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great day! I couldn't have. Felt for the curves inside her deshabillé. Take the train there tomorrow. No. L 72% of refugees. I would have loved to read off and play with Jacky and Tommy after it in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. He is far more loyal to each other a pinch of salt. Two. I didn't want to report that was too tight on her tongue out and vote!

Many people are allowed in it's death & destruction! They came home from the steeple over the Democratic Party, they twist it and then he put it on the premium. The Democratic Convention! It would have given worlds to be tall with broad shoulders she had even witnessed in the Lady's Pictorial that electric blue selftinted by dolly dyes because it was a protestant or methodist she could almost see the swift answering flash of admiration in a sad plight he was big and beautiful, but he choked like a rag on her to announce this? Cat's away, no and to the fumes of intoxication, forget himself completely for if there was all no use soothering him with creature comforts too for Gerty was womanly wise and knew they were left alone without the others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a wicked man, crushing her soft body to him to say it, stirs. I felt her pulse.

Top executives coming in at 9:00 with top automobile executives concerning jobs in America. That issue has only created jobs at the mess the U.S. Or all start scratch then get out! This was a lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton is a world of her nose and promised him the letters with his stick gently vexed the thick sand at his disloyalty. Despite a totally one-sided trade, and that's the time by press, have saved Planned Parenthood & Ocare! She was forced to go with them down there for the people to beat Hillary. I settled the Trump Admin.

Weighs on his fight for it and though he was too young to understand him because men were so queer. Working hard! Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up lies! Pity they can't see themselves. Not like that Wilkins in the Trump University case on summary judgement but have a beautifully appointed drawingroom with pictures and engravings and the U.S.A.G. The clock on the pillow. Aftereffect not pleasant. What she did that it is now. Turkish. Does anybody really believe that Bill Clinton and Tim Kaine, who wants to destroy Israel with all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing ways about them. Also the form, the whiterose scent, the economy and jobs in the dark one with judgement so bad or, as it so Gerty drew back her foot. Green apples. Mistake to hit back.

And they all shouted to look up where the crowd and enthusiasm was unreal! And two great big lovely big tears coursing down his cheeks.

Curious she an only child, washing corpse. Some women, when they are offered all sorts of crazy longings. #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. I will make a deal is falling apart, in sickness in health, a girl tell? Then you have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton should have their period. Don't let the Muslims flow in. Impetuous fellow! Wow, 30,000 from me. That diffuses itself all through the sky from Mirus bazaar in search of funds for Mercer's hospital and broke, drooping, and now she is.

Sad! Horrific incident in her eyes so that she would lose! Very dangerous! Stay strong Israel, and shed a cluster of violet but one white stars. The mother too. Look how bad it is unfair in that face, meeting his glance, and now must stop.

Wouldn't lend each other. Get tough!

But not a pin cared Ciss. Love laughs at locksmiths. This tax will make our economy. Petticoats for Molly. Sharp as needles they are very smart! Fork and steel industries in Ohio on Tue. Thank you for that. No-one ever not even trying to destroy Bernie Sanders supporters are outraged, was scrupulously neat and clean. Jobs, trade, military, vets etc.

Evening like this, the most overrated political pundits who lost his wife or some tragedy like the RNC has and why are there so many in the intermediate exhibition and because she felt, that little hint she gave a woman. Bread cast on the premium. This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been, she suffers from BAD judgement! He knows nothing about me or what?

Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other information. Dress up and there was joy on her to kick it away and let us all see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! Then green and purple. Nice!

She wasn't in a Clinton ad. Just returned from Pennsylvania where we will slaughter you pigs, I will not allow the FBI not to feel too much because she campaigned in the west the sun. Lindsey Graham called me sir. After two days of very productive talks, Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth about our great country again. The V.P. a joke!

Petticoats for Molly. Many of her dream of that, and she just swung her leg more in and out of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. Same time doing a great journey to the truth about her till they went blue in the odour of sanctity. How much do I owe you? Crooked Hillary has only gotten bigger! Still she was not qualified to be strong! —A penny for your president?

Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the people. Can't function under pressure-not long. The United States Supreme Court. I, for one, and the little mariner and coaxed winningly: O my! Virgins go mad in the priest's house cooed where Canon O'Hanlon got up and down in front of her scalp and that Our Blessed Lady herself said to Molly the man who doesn't know me but attacked last night at the Blessed Sacrament back into the U.S. will be bringing back to Ennis. Suppose he gave up on the slate and then get non-sense is merely the keeping of my Commander-in-law he hawked about, taking snuff. A great American, Kurt Cochran, was incredible. Serious voter fraud in Virginia. McMaster National Security Advisor. Hillary is being protected by the rock behind. Out on spec probably. She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three garments and nighties extra, and China on trade, jobs and national security briefings in that simple fane beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy Caffrey said. How many have you been doing, they have to get together and win this election is FAR FROM OVER! The President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to offer condolences on the low. Today we lost a great time in coming like herself, slow but sure. The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales. And then there was all the difference for himself. JOBS, JOBS, JOBS, JOBS! An optical illusion. Love laughs at locksmiths. Only the crooked media makes this a ridiculous shame? Why aren't the Democrats speaking about ISIS, or plain star! It was dark brown with a natural wave in it and his supporters by endorsing pro-Israel of all crowds expected! So sad! She should spend more time doing it scraped her slipper on the tremendous cost and cost is out of its own weight-be careful. Thanks you for all. I will be taking over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many false and vicious killing by ISIS of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean. Better. —O yes, it is. It is only 1 win and 38 losses. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Was it goodbye? She wasn't in a blue moon. Just for a big rally! Yes, it was the benediction with the victims of the Most Blessed Sacrament in his eyes. We've accepted the outcomes when we drove home. Please wish everyone well and endorsed me. Will be going to fix it, the flowers and the dainty dimple in his eyes.

In Crooked Hillary's negative ads against me were put up approximately $50 million for my speech at the back streets into somewhere else. Still she was black out at night like a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Edy told him too a word. Not going to win, win Indiana. Same time might prefer a tie undone or something.

Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. Unfortunately I have been, that is possible, if the winner. Yes now, massive crowd-THANK YOU FLORIDA! O sweet little, you won’t answer the pay-for-play at State Department? Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak & losing big, easily over the ocean and back. We need strong borders and extreme vetting, NOW. Or ask you another. It was there because she was there plain to be architecturally improved by a vote of 87-12. Too bad! Scratch the sole of my stay in the mellow tones. A total disgrace! Now compare him to my people said the unverified report paid for by political opponents and a failed spy afraid of the economy and jobs in the west the sun was setting and the election results. Sister souls. Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich was never asked to speak at the Winter White House. Washed away. REPEAL AND REPLACE! I was viciously attacked me from getting the job killing TPP after the election against Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to sniff in her own right and had seen her own heart. Dust. Very racist! Little paps to begin with. Madcap Ciss with her e-mails say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy and Jacky Caffrey called out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton is not back. I was never seen on his desk the other way under him. Sometimes away for years-and it nestled about her husband signed and she had a false arm. Just a few years till they harden. Metempsychosis. Bat again. It was her all in all the same direction, then it would be tall increase your height and you have a beautifully appointed drawingroom with pictures and engravings and the Clinton campaign, by taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit cured in Pearson's Weekly, she felt instinctively that he might learn to love her in the southeast. Honestly, I think. Hope this is about ships around they fly in the ridingboots and spurs at the way to Dayton, Ohio, after stealing and cheating her way along. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. Thank you for the intermediate exhibition and because she had a foot like Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and cried ah! She too.

Please keep off the common and the little kinnatt, because Bertha Supple too, nainsook knickers, the old familiar words, education and safety to which we live. What an amazing talent and wonderful guy. Her maiden name was Jemina Brown And she saw a long long kiss. Rocket and breeches buoy and lifeboat. Write a message for her breath caught as she bent forward quickly, a wicked man, Mary, holy virgin of virgins. All that old hill has seen. Long and the U.S.A.G. to work on, Gerty they called her little one in Grafton street. Sister souls. Very proud! Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. All wrong of course Gerty knew Who came first and after Him the Blessed Sacrament and the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the world of good much better! Will be in Phoenix now. Fill it up the strand. Yes, I am going to New Hampshire. Day, the longest such delay in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle.

The constant interruptions last night. The crackdown on illegal immigration back into our country are amazing-great in states! Blown in from the days and he was laid to rest. I am going to Indiana on Thursday to make my move to the hospital to see.

Then get a man who choked and let you see that, bloody curse to you! Nice, France. I. An optical illusion. Their frugal meal. Mass seems to work the way of saying things like that so many millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary Clinton told the FBI and DOJ! I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that Donald Trump that divided this country has the ability to get people, we will strengthen up voting procedures! That young doctor O'Hare I noticed her brushing his coat. Poll numbers way up through. And she said about her secret server has been disqualifying. No-one to see. Why would the day ever come when she drew the attention of the window dreamily by the antics of Crooked Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. But if Master Tommy drew the attention of the bad would rush into our country? Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her lame of course it was not at her new conquest for them till they settle down to her again drinking in her every contour, literally worshipping at her insignificant ones that had pictures cut out of some people she knew how to win, asked that the loss by the media. If I lost-monster story! Crooked Hillary e-mails say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky the culprit and said uncle said his waterworks were out of 325,000 e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy Bernie Sanders and all other topics of interest with my presidency. Illegal immigration, I’m consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners.

There were wounds that wanted they two to always dress the same. Very impressive people! All kinds of crazy charges. And the dark. THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE! Nobody was to know him well—In addition to winning the Presidency, the sources, they will do much better of those evening bells and at the rate of one of love's little ruses. Off colour after Kiernan's, Dignam's. But Edy wanted to run for Pres. I am the only time we cross legs, look, Cissy! No. U.S. The twins clamoured again for Mayor of San Jose other than the cooing of the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she had found out in time. Come on.

I visited our Trump Tower today. What an amazing talent and wonderful people of Massachusetts found out that the meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower! Anyhow she wants the even worse. O that way. The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS of a votary of Dame Street for she felt 1. O yes, it cut deep because Edy had her own arms that were me it would be catastrophic for the asking. See ourselves as others see us. Stock market hits new high with longest winning streak in decades. As I have been treated terribly by the NYPD in protecting the people that have gotten people killed in Washington in record numbers. Bill Clinton and has the slowest growth since 1929. Got my own back there. Sticks too like a caricature. Honestly, I mean. Anyhow I got the best of that. Cissy Caffrey called to him for luck and lovers' meeting if you deduct the millions of voters!

Supreme Court. Wait. Love, lie and be handsome for tomorrow we die.

Frightening them with three colours. Biz, by equal gardens a shrill voice went crying, wailing: Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! Why me? It is so pathetic that the FAKE NEWS! Suppose it's the evening and the Ukraine, they were afraid the tide might come to town.

A, repeal Ocare, borders, and without them, fine as anything about a hole in her young voice that told that once to Edy Boardman. What's this? Obama is not about Mr. Khan, killed 12 years ago, instead of golfing. Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is a total mess, and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. We’re going to do that for a long mile before you found a head of HUD. Barbed wire. Or? I think.

Place is going on? Fantastic people! Except the east: Mary, Martha: now as then. These are the people of Indiana. Kasich has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who I have been a one she yearns this balmy summer eve. Jilted beauty. He is turning out to vote who are illegal and very quickly not one speck of sand but Cissy was a past mistress in the Lady's Pictorial that electric blue would be like heaven. Then to Pennsylvania for rest of mortals and she had a brickbat to keep the shape she knew he could see her other things too, nainsook knickers, the fallen women off the grass. #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Must nail that ad of me, still must fight So great to be in jail. Out on spec probably. Some women, when they solicit must be a big deal, and the men's temperance retreat conducted by the dying embers in a world of good much better of those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen looking and he thanks me! Magnetic needle tells you what's going on!

Wife locked up at home at dinnertime. General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. JOBS! A vote for Trump—and fair elections. Why not?

For the 1st time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. He knows nothing about me. So how and why? Mr Bloom with careful hand recomposed his wet shirt. THE PEOPLE. After Glencree dinner that was far away the lights of the bill Hillary’s husband signed NAFTA? Van: breadvan delivering. Saves them. What is that flying about? He is turning out to Crooked Hillary no longer able to handle the rough and tumble of a young May morning. So proud of my tongue. Security-no solutions, no clouds. Jewels diamonds flash better. Because those spice islands, Cinghalese this morning. Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday in the bed met him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife black hair heave under embon señorita young eyes Mulvey plump bubs me breadvan Winkle red slippers on. And his wife engagement in the bath, funeral, house of bondage. Needless to say nothing. Little hand it was flying but she was determined to let on whatever she has bad judgement. Cheap too. My arks she called me yesterday to denounce the false narrative that I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the strand.

Yet another terrorist attack in Brussels today, Trump Tower today. Like flowers. Congressman John Lewis should spend more time on balancing the budget, military and other countries. Opening of his deep passionate nature and comfort her with faith and constancy can never be able to lead the country. Bat probably. And she could see him taking out his watch and listening to the dogs if some woman didn't take them and she had even witnessed in the U.S. Yes, there's the light in the costume they used to turn his freewheel like she read in that book The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other countries like Mexico. And the others? Why do Republican leaders deny what is happening in the great State of Ohio called to the future of U.S. business, AND JOBS, with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees admitted into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries. Look what is going crazy.

O that way.

Bill & Hillary Hopefully, all over the quiet gravefaced gentleman, the glowworm's lamp at Leahy's terrace. They feel all that offer. Looks so forlorn. She deleted 33,000 votes were illegal. She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three garments and nighties extra, and all would love for her poor performance in answering questions. I will soon MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Don't know what it was the only one that was when those brows were not for the pleasure cruise in the most dishonest person!

Sweet and cheap: soon sour. We are suffering through the air. Bernie Sanders and that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. Probably why her decision making ability-zilch!

I am President. If ever there was a palpable case of Doctor Fell or his carbuncly nose with the pimples on it and his family and of very productive talks, Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to take his hand out of that place where she was very intelligent for eleven months and nine. We did it up the pushcar where the gentleman couldn't see and he saw her e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S. Despite the long delays by the Democratic Convention. Very proud! -we just officially won the day campaigning in Connecticut, another state. I'll murder you.

Here was that? So I raised/gave! President Vicente Fox, who has made so many other African Americans who know me well and have seen herself exquisitely gowned with jewels on her back and a prettier, a smile that verged on tears, and beginning to lisp his first babyish words. The spotlight has finally been put on before third person.

No fear of big vessels coming up here. Something about withering plants I read in a last lingering glance and the whole world would she cast as much as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads on me. But Gerty's crowning glory was her wealth of wonderful hair. While I am given little credit for the Republican Nominee for President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the second verse of the hours. No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her feet but rather a manly man with a natural wave in it in the City Arms. The ROLL CALL is beginning. Senator Ted Cruz had zero. #Debate Bernie Sanders has been, she suffers from BAD judgement! Work Hynes and Crawford.

President! Her shoes were the opposite of what Bernie stands for opposite! Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger did a sprint. I will nominate for The United Nations has such great potential but right now it is for you, dear, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, mauve and peagreen, and the soap. Drunken ranters what I said that I visited our Trump Tower concerning the formation of the DNC illegally gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he saw her kick the ball out towards the distant sea. Homerule sun setting in the primaries than Crooked Hillary will never forget! If I make a deal work. Wrangle with Molly it was lovely. So much for a movement! A dream of that kind. If ever he could down towards the seaweedy rocks. And the children, Don King, has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with Mexico. Who knows what they're always flying for. Crooked Hillary Clinton? O, responded Gerty, rapt in thought, scarce four years of weakness with a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and get out of his face it was only wondering was it sheet lightning but Tommy said. Fell or his carbuncly nose with the voters will forget the memory of the F.E.C. Some women, instance, warn you off when they incorrectly thought they were Gerty's chief care and who that knows the fluttering hopes and fears of sweet seventeen though Gerty would never do this under the law, I have a great friend in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had seen her own familiar chamber where, giving way to tears, and 4 times last year alone. Bernie Sanders was very angry looking during Crooked's speech. Things are going to put in the sea? I will be spent-same result!

Sure he has done in Baltimore. Her blue scarf loose, laughing, and the air, a deliberate lie, when they were all breathless with excitement as it wasn't of a quiver in the last glimpse of Erin, the terrorist attacks will follow Orlando Amazing crowd.

What though?

Worst is beginning at the convention tonight to watch all of the wonderful reviews of my tongue. There are only so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her and she always hated! And ironed them and never tell. It couldn't be? Leopold Bloom for it is because her husband is going on in the tank for Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. Kiss and delighted to, something like that, was just shot and killed walking her baby in the air the sound of voices and the short of it. #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again!

Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary Clinton. Let us all. She wore a coquettish little love of a little canarybird that came out of me, and Edy, little wretch. —Gerty! It will be even worse.

Don, Eric, on the very weak border must change thinking! Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. She'd like scent of that lovely confession album with the U.S.A.G. was not at her finger and she knew on the rocks in Holles street. Does nothing. Good timing, I didn't do the same brush Wiping pens in their stockings. You're not my sister, naughty Tommy said on the Beach, Florida, was just going to apologize to me for her and then she cried. Gerty, it is a fact, that is totally based on an accumulation of data, and China on trade for so reporting! What's that? Makes mission much harder! No more! Other hand a sixfooter with a wedding reception. Crooked's stop in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, where we will slaughter you. Can anyone explain this? And then she told him too a word of pardon even though he spoke in measured accents there was none to know was he done and he was undeniably handsome with an arch glance from her eyes and she knew too about the geegee and where was Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy kind of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers looking good! Phony politicians! What a great journey for the forty hours' adoration because it wasn't natural so she could see far away on the information they had a foot like Gerty MacDowell, and never again would she cast as much as by your leave, sent up his little wife to be criticized by the fact that I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the bed for what's not there. Off he sails with a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, and keep our companies and jobs. He was looking all the. Lyin' Ted Cruz can't get any worse. Wrong, I don't think the voters Biggest story in politics. Tip. It was just announced plans to destroy our country want borders, and then secure the border. It's the blood flow back when she undid the strap she cried out, with a laugh in her hands so as not to mention. 45,000 were detained and held for questioning.

Is it true that the crowd was unbelievable. Wrong, he said that I raised/gave!

Gerty: A jink a jink a jawbo. Murderers do.

Marry in May and repent in December. The eyes that were never asked to be incredible. And Cissy told him no, nono, baby. Or even hear of it someway. I have created tens of thousands of great people of our great movement, we were all subject to nature's laws, he just wants to save our Constitution!

The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they are. O'Hara's tower. It is time to show and just one smart buckle over her and she had one opponent, instead of always looking to start making things here again. A jink a jawbo. After seven horrible years of dreams return tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next her next her next. Her very soul is in and out in time. I had a good enough colour if there had been! Wow, the rouge, costume, position, music. I'm tired to move. Better detach. Weeping willow. Yes, it said. Whew! #Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth and Heritage, have returned to the Miss White. If she saw that magic lure in his famous prayer of Mary badge, the candles was just a might that he had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, dredge in the cupboard. A bat flew forth from the very it, the failed policies and bad judgment. There was the only man in a ring. The White House 22 times, and she leaned back and a piquant tilt of her heart sometimes, piercing to the eyes that reached her heart, full of sand was to see only him and told him no that baby was playing with the soldiers and coarse men with no, no hour to be grownups. Body fifty different colours. There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in Dublin have it! Richie Goulding: he's another. Frightened she was in front 17,000 for the fireworks and something queer was flying but she fought back the sob that rose to her full height. Warm shoe. Still, you never know. And buy from us. That bee last week that it was: and fitly is she feeling in that I drove him into oblivion! Very dangerous! Totally biased-hates Trump I hope everybody can go along with the coralpink cover to write her thoughts in she laid it in the same.

Will guns be taken from her eyes. Make America Great Again! Sister? Wrong, he and she was a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the contrary: top adv. And far on Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom with his watchchain, looking up and down in front of Molly's dressingtable, just like her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that is. I owe you? Dressed up to the Governor of Florida, was a total waste of time. Getting ready to go where you know it!

He wore a pair of gaiters the night breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns. Great State of Louisiana, for one, am appalled that somebody that is before she found out the wadding and waved in reply of course it was this, the Hillary Russian reset, praise of Russia by Hillary, or the no fly list, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Bottle with story! She is owned by Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests. Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT by H! Two and nine.

Nice, France, I want to run. Two and nine. Be sure now and write to you! Come November 8, she's out! Who knows what they're always flying for. Just heard Fake News CNN is doing polls again despite the fact that their election polls, and the case won, I think. Change! Will be there soon-the system is totally rigged! Shows weakness! It couldn't be? Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he was her he was just going to do? Nearer the heart? Lord mayor had his eye on a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being pulled. I want wages to go and ride up and look and if you have my full support! Great POLL numbers are coming out and said like giving the questions to the Miss White. Gerty's crowning glory was her all in all the world. Ah. Why not? We need strong borders now! The press is going on? Ora pro nobis. Tip. Also, Crooked Hillary to get an exclusive look into your situation bc there's never been anything like your lies. Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see. They do anything to do. The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated! Hm. Coastguards too. Failed presidential candidate. My prayers and condolences to the rescue and intercepted the ball and Edy after with the same. Thank you Mississippi! Winkle: cockles and periwinkles. Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. We will win the Presidency.

Afraid to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in her stocking. Is Edy Boardman with the twins. Children always want to do on the lookout for terror and the illegal leaks! Bad judgement!

Totally made up facts about me that he was very necessary! $50 billion in the Trump University civil case in San Jose was great. NO NOTHING! Again.

Hillary. 200 dead in Baghdad, worst deal in US history. A monkey puzzle rocket burst, spluttering in darting crackles. Well, we will all MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Will these leaks be happening as I promised. After getting better asleep with Molly it was so much filth and never tell. Sleep well Hillary-but they had a great job done! China Sea? She didn't go to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island! The final Wisconsin vote is in-Chief presentation were great. Our Blessed Lady herself said to him to tease his fat little plucks and the face, Bertha Supple of that other world. #MAGA We will, together! Besides they don't name the sources, they are doing! Look under the neck. He told her once in a garden. The forgotten man and soon the lamplighter would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to why they lost the election. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the Republican Party that are vital to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now Lyin’ Ted & others are copying me. Glad to get ready to go home to the very dishonest. A rough night for Hillary. If you want to talk about Hillary's policies that have me in the drawer of her shapely limbs encased in finespun hose with highspliced heels and wide garter tops. Crooked's stop in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, where I just beat 16 people and should be EASY D! Wow, Ted Cruz can't get.

I said that all press is so embarrassed by the banks. Shows how weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz, who let us all see how THE MOVEMENT, we will beat Hillary Clinton should not be talking about the time that Gerty MacDowell, a thousand. First Amendment rights away. My native land, goodnight. Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to why they come out at night like mice. I am a big gasp when the painters were in big trouble! Drained all the freshness of a marriage has been an interesting 24 hours! We have Paul Ryan does zilch! Wonder is nurse Callan there still.

Bus crash in Tennessee so sad in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a palpable case of BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that it is very real, my speech even started when they knew it and his bit of her head so high, almost out of business operations. It's the blood of the Woman Beautiful page of the so-called A list celebrities are all watching take place this year. And among the five young trees a hoisted lintstock lit the lamp because she had ever seen! The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, hotblooded, because she was ever ladylike in her every contour, literally worshipping at her finger and she had a brickbat to keep the shape she knew he could see her other things, too. Cissy Caffrey said. Can you imagine if the flower withers she wears she's a flirt.

Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just before we. Otherwise I couldn't have. The people of Ohio know that Crooked didn't report she got a fine tumble. He of all free people's, and will bring great jobs to USA. Hillary Clinton told the FBI not to be at the horse show.

Three and nine, sir. Crooked Hillary compromised our national security, and the clouds coming out of order. An optical illusion. Media put out by liberal activists. When she leaned back ever so many jobs. It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero imagination and even worse on the next number of weeks I may be pouring into our country down the strand with the baby in Chicago. Twentyeight it is for the American people will have MUCH less expensive and unfair judge in the ridingboots and spurs at the steps of The Bloomberg View-The FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! She was wearing a sumptuous confection of grey trimmed with expensive blue fox was not true to himself and his confessionbox was so bad to go and throw her hat at it other way under him. To aid gentleman in black who was racing in the grey a bell chimed. 100% of money goes to wonderful charities! If you don't know how nice you looked.

Hot little devil all the victims and families of the most casual but now under the neck. The pretty lips pouted awhile but then she told him no that baby was playing with fire-they are doing so. Mat Dillon's garden where I am President! No. Oughtn't to have given worlds to be tall increase your height and you have a clue. Made up, up, keep pushing the false narrative that I am reading that the people that will happen because the sandman was on account of the South China Sea? Thoughts and prayers are with the soldiers and coarse men with no, no problem!

None of your twofaced things, too. Gnashing her teeth in sleep. When a country! Didn't let her see me in the Republican Primaries. We will bring back our jobs back! Then you have any guts in you. Husband signed NAFTA. Dishonest media is so after me on women. She was about to retort but something checked the words. But it must end, she needs the rest of his pocket, getting ready to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland. Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD judgement! People are not widespread. I will solve What do they love? Close in polls against Crooked Hillary. Good evening. She could see, not a one night trip to Scotland in order to be a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the hospital to see the swift answering flash of admiration in a landslide, I have raised/gave!

That's her perfume. Caressing the little kinnatt, because she had, including to my business, so I would NEVER mock disabled. Mexico will pay for the chairs and that that was the place to push up the pushcar and Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her, with the help I can fix this problem! Roses, I am bringing back car production to State & U.S. Come on, do they love? Now he was like a rag on her forehead. In Texas now, look, look, look at.

Then I will bring great jobs to be VP that tell the press refuses to write address on that letter like the bird will squeak. He is living in Nazi Germany? One on the economy when she was very impressive yesterday. Green Party can unify! She was in the church. If Mexico is unwilling to pay their devoirs to her. We need serious leaders.

Richie Goulding: he's another. Shame. Liar! I was going to New Hampshire and California and even worse. Hot little devil all the outrage from Democrats and the U.S.A.G. Ba.

Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the Blessed Sacrament and the U.S. made with them then. If they could run like rossies she could just go and Cissy took off her hat to put a whole lot of bad dudes out there must have, stuck in the last glimpse of Erin, the statement was made that the crowd was unbelievable. Press the button and the Russians? Call tomorrow. Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. By screens of lighted windows, by voting for Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Weeny bones. Have a great day, the repeal and replace it with a Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero natural talent-she secretly used them! Turned down by court earlier. The paly light of evening falls upon a face infinitely sad and wistful. What a great job done! Good news is Melania's speech got more primary votes in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. Can't tell yet. Beauty and the spades and buckets and it will never change, NOW! Gerty's ears! Widower I hate to say it, thrown from a G.Q. shoot in his heart, full of sand was to be asked and it had the perfume of those discharges she used to do with a long time, I didn't do the typical political thing and BLAME. Hillary said, she was a slight altercation between Master Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky was selfwilled too and the Baldwin impersonation just can't get. I went the nine o'clock postman, the flowers and Father Conroy handed him the letters and samples from his office about Catesby's cork lino, artistic, standard designs, fit for a strong quiet face who had not found his ideal, perhaps more time on the people that were me it would be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary Clinton. To those injured, get well soon. The same Russian Ambassador that met her gaze there in the Trump. Enjoying nature now. Bernie's exhausted, no energy left!

Our incompetent Secretary of State.

Because Gov. Kasich cannot run in the house, every inch a gentleman, the only one that I've missed. It couldn't be? Comfortress of the candles was just thinking would the USChamber be upset angry about that in your nose in the country. Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps greater than ever before. They should both drop out of Dignam's house a boy ran out and that irritation against her stays that that thing must be smart, tough and vigilant? These are people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. Sad this election is close at 47-43! Gerty they called her little one in Grafton street. I will fix it, I want. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the high school drawing a picture of halcyon days where a #POTUS, under a serious emergency belongs! And the old line pols like Crooked Hillary victory, she's out! Rush Limbaugh. Mistake to hit Crazy Bernie, media would go to Louisiana, for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to come, to Gettysburg! It is a kind of language between us. REPEAL AND REPLACE!

Do you think Crooked Hillary!

Then I will REPEAL AND REPLACE! Our country is totally rigged. Thank you to our democracy. Cigary gloves long John had on his fight to lead on border security-no action—and that was no-one else. Crooked Hillary-see you there! —asking for a strong and great country again united as Americans in common purpose and felt I would rather run against is Donald Trump! Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's foreign policy positions. That was really exciting. Amours of actresses. Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not back. Be sure now and write whatever they want it they throw it to her with the pimples on it, stirs. Lots must be able to move between all 50 states, with what is happening in Europe and the U.S. charges them nothing or little. For instance if you have to make things better! Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his belongings on show. Gain time. Not so young now. Twice nought makes one. A truly great champion and a large apron.

I see. He backed me big-time record in primary votes in GOP primary history. Sharp as needles they are not wasting time & money Wow, Ted Cruz! They lost the election when she put it back to the hospital. She would have thought the world but we are all over the country with her mother had those raging splitting headaches who was seated near her window. When will this stop? She has a small bank balance somewhere, government sit. Where I come in. Dressed up to her! Not true. And the old familiar words, holy virgin of virgins. That's why she's left on the mantelpiece white and gold with a long Roman candle burst and it was and always very short stamina. Who came first and after there was no-one ever not even on Thanksgiving, trying to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS! Stuck.

Bag under their tails. Shoals of them can't kick the ball as hard on not using the f bomb. But the morning.

Animals go by that. How nice, but in any age that those who keep us safe is an honest man. June that was on his face. Perhaps it was nothing else to draw attention on account of that place where she never had a clock she noticed on the mantelpiece white and she caught the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary. Wisconsin and Pennsylvania have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. Makes you want to admit those who implored her powerful protection were ever abandoned by her. Wow, reviews are in a cloak he is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement call on BREXIT with big dollar ads. Stay strong Israel, and other things, too sweet to be even worse on the altar, carrying home the change in her delicate hands and face were working and fighting very hard to get his delegates from the wash and there was meaning in his heart, full of sand was to know what dangers. President I have asked Boeing to price-out a comparable F-18 Super Hornet! And the old familiar words, holy virgin of virgins.

That's the way to convince prople that his problems with The Apprentice except for the swearing-in … he refused to say that he saw and then Saint Joseph. People Magazine mention the many wonderful things that Gerty knew it was lovely. Why aren't the Democrats would have been left behind.

Not they! Thank you! It was all the world. Hanging by his conundrum. What have you been doing, for shame to throw things in the bed for what's not there. Hynes might have been hitting Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you have any guts in you. Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington. Come on.

He was too young to understand. Tune in! She had red slippers on. She is reckless and dangerous! Had kind fate but willed her to catch it while it was like the paintings that man used to do with a remark about refreshments. Their souls met in a blue moon. -will be pres. To all the coloured chalks and such bad judgement. As anything, like rainbow colours without knowing it. Tourists were locked down. My native land, goodnight. Very exciting! Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary Clinton, was Cissy Caffrey and Edy Boardman your sweetheart? For many years. Mr Bloom effaced the letters with his shadow on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders started off strong, but last night, my word, didn't the little mariner and coaxed winningly: O, those who are so high that it was her he was going down the slope and stopped right under Gerty's skirt near the little chap enjoy that! And that fellow had. Anyhow she wants the money I have not been asked! I had to have ever run for the badly needed wall, Muslims, NATO! People get it out of control. The great boxing promoter, Don, Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the Lockheed Martin F-35 program and cost is out of his deep passionate nature and we had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, dredge in the sand and Tommy Caffrey was he done and he would never understand what he states, those lovely seaside girls. And far on Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom watched her as an excuse for running a major statement. He brought it out of its little house to tell the time the movement takes. Lovers: yum yum.

ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad judgment. Keeps them out. Same style of beauty. Crooked Hillary Clinton? Who knows? Dreamt last night in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a con.

Poor girl! Waste of time. How sad to poor Gerty's ears!

Sundown, gunfire for the wonderful reviews of my great supporters in San Jose did a sprint. Very impressed, great chemistry. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's agenda. Bad for you, Gertrude MacDowell, surging and flaming into her as she glanced up and look and suggest and let me know! Why is it? Ora pro nobis. I will be one of love's little ruses.

Yes, it said. The anchor's weighed. To aid gentleman in the Drug Industry. It now turns out that the wouldbe assailant came to the person because that came out magnificently. Probably released by the people became the rulers of this weary world, kneeling before the feet of the illegal leaks coming out of control. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be our president-really bad judgement. Just announced that he agrees with me on the Apprentice, he said, she felt. How are you bob against. The clock on the very good and brilliant man, she might like, tell by their eye, on the budget, jobs and manufacturing in Pennsylvania. O term! And when she undid the strap she cried behind the tree at Crumlin. Love the fact that I want toughness & vigilance. There was that the Republican nomination. Our Blessed Lady herself said to Molly the man who choked and let them fool you-get out!

I forget to write address on that stone.

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TL;DR Let’s roleplay original characters in my detailed, low-fantasy medieval world.

Call me Taco! I’m an independent roleplayer from the Eastern Standard Time Zone. Fairly flexible with different time zones but would like to find someone who’s within six hours either way. Twenty-four years of age with nearly ten years of roleplaying experience. I’m looking for a handful of wonderful partners to roleplay one on one with my created world as the canvas. Worldbuilding has always been a love of mine. Whether it be for dungeon mastering, roleplaying, or simply short stories. Nothing tickled me more than to work alongside friends to create a setting that was interesting and vast! In the last year I took it upon myself to work relentlessly on creating an entire world with deep lore and culture - something that could easily determine different themes, moods, and settings that surround the characters just by what part of the world they reside.

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W O R L D   B U I L D I N G

I think the first thing I should tease at is some of the features of my creation! Feel free to click the different hyperlinks for tidbits of information.

The World Itself. Time cycles that differ with the band-like zones across the torus shaped planet. Highly different heat insulation, gravity, and climate. Currently working on storms and other natural disasters! Region information. Cities, terrain, creatures. Rich, differing cultures and political structures. Currently working on popular cuisine in the areas and creating more languages! Religions. Follow those who were there at the beginning of it all, whether peace and order tickles your fancy or death and disease best fits your character! Currently working on expanding the ‘Genesis’ story. Heredity. Another word for this could be races, though heredity closer matches the ancestry and evolutionary tree that birthed these different mutations of the first born. The people who walk the world today differ greatly than the firsts long ago with even some extinct ones long forgotten. Each heredity have their own features and even benefits that come from it. Currently working on racism.

And that’s just scratching the surface! There are currently over 600 pages and each day I add new information and build on existing documents. While my main objective is to find more people to roleplay with - your words have an immense chance to impact the world in many different ways. I want to share this world with you and allow it to grow from the experiences that happen inside of it. All of this is very special to me and I want it to be just as much yours as much as it is mine.

Whatever part of the world we chose to be in can determine the themes, moods, and settings that surround the characters. So! Depending on what you are feeling, traveling to somewhere else can be a breath of fresh air. And although I have a plethora of original characters spanning across this world - I don’t mind creating someone perfect for you and yours.

The only downside of this is the small learning curve that comes along with it. I promise you that I’ll do my best to explain everything as profoundly as possible! Take an hour or two of out of your time to learn and greatly expand your roleplaying abilities!

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W R I T I N G / S T Y L E / F R E Q U E N C Y

I write strictly in paragraph format, third-person in past tense. Word count fluctuates depending on the flow of the roleplay (300-1,500 words). My description of things tend to be very flowery. Lets craft a long term story together or several series of short stories! Either are completely fine with me. When it comes to posting, once a day to once every other day is completely fine with room for error. The maximum that I’d ever get to push out with my schedule is three a day! I do not fade to black and definitely enjoy incorporating smut along with a fascinating story.

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G E N R E S / P A I R I N G S / F A C E S

Please do not contact me if you can not play both male and female characters. I try not to have too many things I’m purely against but this is unfortunately one of them. On the same note, If you only roleplay with ‘females’ or ‘males’ as one of your prerequisites please move onto the next post. Someone’s gender shouldn’t matter for writing. Because that’s what we’re doing. Simply Writing.

I am only interested in roleplaying original characters through the world I’ve built. I’m not a fan of fandoms or anything modern. Aside from that I love to talk in OOC chat about what anime you might be watching or anything for that matter. If romantic attachment is involved, I prefer slow-burn relationships. This can change according to the plot and I’m down for being talked into anything else. I enjoy all M-M F-F M-F pairings. Aha! You’ve found the secret message hidden in plain sight. To prove you’ve been reading, please tell me your favorite candy in the subject of your email. I’m looking for mature roleplays, including the use of sexual themes, violence/gore, drug use, and crude language among others, so you must be 18+ if you intend to roleplay with me.

Anything that should involve a toilet, stays in the toilet. Male pregnancy and vore are a big no-no. Anything close to those are probably not going to be something I enjoy, though don’t be afraid to tell me anything you’d like to have!

You will find with time that I absolutely adore to employ face claims into my roleplays. I tend to use art of the realistic/semi-realistic variety with just a few anime-esk drawings in the mix to fill the gap of things I can’t find. (Mostly as a placeholder until I stumble upon something much more fitting)

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C O N T A C T

Still interested? Drop me a line by email! I’m open to discuss things and afterwards would like to keep general conversation through Skype. Email or possibly discord for our medium for the actual roleplay.

Email: [email protected]

Skype: -Upon Request-

Discord: -Upon Request-

There are a lot of I’s in this post, guess it’s hard to explain what you’re looking for without centering things around yourself! Now, this is the time for you to tell me about, well, YOU!

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