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Intro

Extra extra, read all about it! Welcome to the Empire’s recap, and today we will be going over the chaos and drama of our (somewhat) respected rulers!

Katherine

Princess Katherine is having some magical fun back in Glimmer Grove, with her cat mysteriously reproducing asexually. We love queer cats. These two cats are just the start of Katherine’s animal collecting today, as she creates a farm for both plants and animals! She even finds a donkey, what an ass-et!

Katherine admits she may need some help with the empire, leading to her quest to find the fairies! Getting directions from a friendly goblin, she’s able to find a pink sheep, which she carries on with her. This .164% luck helps Katherine quickly find a pillager outpost where the fairies are held captive.

Under the cover of dark, she transforms! [Overlapping Sailor Moon theme] Wait no- [music stops] Sorry guys, wrong one! After transforming into her more battle active form, Katherine rescues the fairies, and builds them a small, but spacious home!

Shubble

From fairy dust to blaze powder, Shelby wants to build a potions shop! Ambitious, but nothing is too much for Miss Witch! She spends some time preparing to go to the nether, before a visitor comes across her land! Pixlriffs comes to give her a gift and a trade of some potion ingredients for some mangrove propagules! And then, the time has come… for the trip to the nether. Shelby mentions her worries about the nether as they told her to keep it simple, stick to simple spells, but she believes in herself! And you know what? I believe in her too. She soon finds a nether fortress and intends to build up a real blaze farm, with pressure plates and buttons and things! Collecting a few blaze rods and then getting the hell (heh) out of there.

Shelby: Grandma would never believe this!

We then get to see the new large purple mushroom she declares to be her potion shop! She hopes to get her potions brewing soon, and maybe build a bigger house or even a witch tower! Speaking of things brewing, here’s what pix has been up to recently!

Pix

Mangrove in hand, Pix finally starts his first proper build, even if it's still not a starter home. The Savannah Ruins are a beautiful mess of what feels like half the blocks in the game - that’s why he needed so many different farms! His first experience with Litematica is a success - and even has a place in his "lore". It’s a wristwatch that makes holographic projections of the past - handy for an archaeologist! And the ruins may be small now, but they won’t stay that way for long.

Pix: And what I want is for this whole thing to turn into a kind of an ancient capital that is just going to have fallen into ruins over time.

Pix both loses and regains an elytra offscreen, and he’s going to need it for his next mission: setting up a froglight farm in the Nether. A beacon would help with that, so finding a fortress with good wither skeleton spawning potential is priority 1. He’s a real Goldilocks about it being just the right biomes, but he finds one that does the trick for now, and might make a good farm in the future. While he’s there, Pix gets the skulls for his first Wither, which he takes down to a strip mine he makes quite far away from both his base and any signs of the Deep Dark (though now the seed of a Wither Versus Warden match is planted in our heads). He takes it down with ease, grabbing the diamonds it mined for him as well as the Nether Star, and already there’s a beacon shining out of the old savannah ruins.

fWhip

From a historian, to a scrunkly in the basement, fWhip's video goes way off track immediately as he finds a double skeleton spawner deep in his mine! He sets up a bone and experience farm and rather amazing mine entrance with the hope of luring- I mean, welcoming other rulers into the underground. Totally not to scam them, no no. With his new business venture and tunnel digging being rather... ahem… shady, he decides to get on the good side of the law by attempting to befriend Jimmy! A few bones and a bit of banter later and he might have his first alliance! Seeing as most of his kingdom will be pretty deep and far from surface resources, it's probably for the best that he makes some friends. This of course doesn't stop him tunneling under a literal God's fountain and badly covering up the hole. Let's hope that doesn't come back to bite him later.

Jimmy

The Sheriff starts off his day by showing off his new horses and new billboard of people who respect him. fWhip gained his place on the board through some subtle bribery. They form an alliance for when Jimmy sets up his gunpowder farm. Jimmy decides to set up his town in a bowl near his wagon. It’s a very large hole surrounded on all sides by mountains of terracotta, and settles on the name Tumble Town! He timelapses himself building the first building in the newly named empire, credit to MythicalSausage for the build! Princess Gem then messages him to go on a mining trip together!

Jimmy: What makes you a princess?

Gem: I sorta just decided to be one. What makes you a sheriff?

Jimmy: I sorta… just decided to be one too!

They end up stumbling upon the deep dark and running away from several mobs and a warden! During his brave protection of the princess, he unfortunately dies to a creeper. She brings back his stuff, including his sheriff's hat! Gem gets added to the “respect the sheriff” board, and they solidify an alliance through honeycomb before he travels home.

Gem

Princess Gem starts her episode with a bit of mining. She gathers together enough diamonds for an enchanting table and builds up her empire's enchanting setup on a rocky island near her village. She builds up a path connecting her lovely little docks with the rocky island, and creates a small bridge across the water to help traveling between the island! She then spots a strange fire in a cave nearby. The fire turns out to be wisps, like the ones from Brave! She follows them to find a small ruin with a banner that looks very sunny for being in a cave. Gem collects it, and decides to use the banner as the symbol of her empire, which she then puts on the newly built bridge.

Gem: Maybe the wisps are onto something. Maybe they’re leading me to something, something important.

Sausage turns up at her empire, and she trades honeycomb for a goat horn and a mending book! Then, it’s time to build a lighthouse! She timelapses the creation of a sort of rustic, medieval looking but bright lighthouse that covers up her enchanting table so it isn’t out on the rocks. She does some basic enchants on her armour - you never know if it will save your life! A few minutes are spent decorating the interior of her lighthouse, adding flowers and carpets throughout. It’s time to make a name for the empire! Gem names her empire Dawn, the dawn of a new era for her empire! Another new era is coming up for…

Lizzie

Lizzie!

Lizzie: Come along now child. Get your adorable little fluffy butt in there.

As the shenanigans with Lizzie and the animals continue, her friendly goblin neighbour pops up of nowhere and convinces her to go to his totally safe goblin empire to see his double skeleton spawner. Lizzie’s death and arrows in her can confirm that this was totally not a scam. She then goes to make a crystal mine so she can get access to the farm. After forgetting the two emeralds in her inventory and getting lost on her way, she wasted absolutely no ressources. After having decorated her mine exit, built a minecart system, obtaining a minister and a deputy minister of transport she finally can get the key to the skeleton farm from fWhip.

But this whole series of events was completely useless as she has no use for bones.

Lizzie: I may have just been scammed.

After recovering from this, she decided to build her first true building in her empire, a community center. But, being Lizzie of course, she breaks 53 stone shovels terraforming for her new build. All while listening to the beautiful song Ariana Goate made for her. [Goat Screams twice]

After meeting with Scott,

Lizzie: Thank you very much colourful man that is lonely and lives alone here in Chromia. Goodbye!

and Katherine

Lizzie: [gasps] So many naked sheep!

Katherine: Oh yes, aren’t they beautiful?

for the missing material needed, she can officially start building.

After 7396 blocks were placed, multiple stone shovels broken, the discovering of a “cheat” and four deaths, the community center is now open with a lot of empty space inside. But at least something that isn’t empty inside is Scott’s heart!

Scott

Scott’s plan this episode is to build a barn, before bringing us over to see his newly discovered skeleton spawner! This is incredibly useful as his export this season is colour, so he’ll need all the bonemeal he can get to grow those flowers! He also declares his new distaste for poppies! - …we see you Scott. We see you.

He gets to work on a barn design he found from bluenerdminecraft that he tweaked to fit in better! He quickly sleeps before heading over to build. After a barn building timelapse, he brings his animals to the barn and starts work on a ‘decorative’ wheat field. …It's not so decorative when you use it as a major food source, but we’ll just go with it.

Last episode, he met his best friend - a llama! We learn there are Lore reasons for his love of the creatures! He finds a llama to take back home, and then does some research to see where to find more llamas! He comes home with 2 llamas and 1 cow - there was another cow, but it fell off a bridge …it was a perilous journey. He forcefully makes friends with his llamas and gives them coloured carpets representative of his kingdom - Yellow, magenta, and cyan - the same ones my printer uses! Until he bred more of them and now they are the colour of the rainbow … or a certain flag.

He then shows us his skeleton farm and timelapses himself building a cute windmill to cover up the access, which of course is on theme as it is the most colourful windmill in the lands, before spending a little longer than a few minutes filling the land around it with several different flower fields and a path to link his empire together! An important decision has been made for the empire, and that is its name! Scott announces the new name for his empire is Chromia: the colour kingdom. The tagline being - a kingdom to dye for! Get it, dye? Like d-y-e? … Thank you random twitch viewer for that. Coincidentally, he also has Heterochromia! It just makes sense!

He picks some more colours for his llama collection. Less colourful than he would like, but colours nonetheless! Or tones, if you’re into colour theory. One of the colours he needs to be The Colour Kingdom is green, so of course it is necessary to build a small cactus farm before the end of the episode! It is very small. Speaking of small things, let’s talk about Joel, our very own 11ft God!

Joel

This week, our resident god welcomes us back by letting us know that he is tall, strong and sexy. It seems that Sausage has returned the strange shulker child to Joel, with a gift. After he points out the sad state of his base, he decides to instead work on an enchanting setup, but more on that later. He constructs a small bee farm for wax, and once again reassures us that he is the tallest and strongest on the server... I'm starting to sense a pattern there.

He attempts to prank Jimmy while gathering gold from the mesa. However, this plan backfires on him when he crashes into the ground. Materials acquired, he builds an enchanting island...thing (we're not quite sure what it is), complete with a floating path and trees. He then declares piglins to be the new head he's collecting this season, as his hatred for them has somehow managed to overtake his hatred of horses.

While acquiring experience to enchant, he attempts to prank his neighbor, Lizzie and returns the child to sausage with a gift. He then goes to Lizzie's Animal Kingdom to acquire amethyst for his portal build, though the trade is slightly derailed by one of her foxes escaping with some of the goods. With amethyst in hand, he returns home to rebuild his nether portal up in the air.

Sausage

Sausage begins his episode by finding out who the mother of the child is through Pablo the parrot. it is… Smallishbeans! Sausage then proceeds to deliver the child back to him since they share custody over it.

Sausage: Where should I put our child?

After returning home from the trip he begins to gather resources to build his animal barn but finds that he has no copper. fWhip answers his call for copper and trades him a stack of copper for 9 mending books! seems a little overpriced, but when you need copper, you need copper. Jimmy then wanders by in search of dark oak wood. This leads to Jimmy's entire conversation with Sausage in Spanish (Jimmy doesn’t know Spanish).

Sausage: ¿Cómo estás usted? Gracias, [unsure of this word].

Jimmy: Oh my gosh, wait-

Finally with no more interruptions he is able to start on his barn.

False

Falsesymmetry starts her episode out by going mining! She grabs enough diamonds to craft a pickaxe, and starts building a portal. Once she emerges on the other side, False finds herself in a crimson forest, where she witnesses a murder and a hogling dance, which are quite rare on Java Edition. After seeing a horrible death, False jumps back into the over world to decorate her enchanting room and cave area! Although afterwards she decides to move the upstairs, her base is starting to come together.

Throughout this episode, she states several times that she really does want to get home, and she doesn't really need a big base. Despite this, she goes on to add an iron farm and a large storage space, with a unique sorting system. Taking a step back, False admires her tower, and plans on making it taller so she can see everyone. While admiring her tower, she finds a dead body with clothes suspiciously matching her theme. Who was that man? Why is False taking their clothes? Why is False so paranoid? We may never know.

Joey

False may think she's being watched, but Joey knows he is - he just hopes the skeletrons like the view! The pirate sets out for diamonds, but mines a bit further down than he plans, and into the Deep Dark - and the local guardian isn't too pleased to hear an intruder. In the end, it's not the Warden that gets him, just falling off a cliff, - thankfully, his elytra is okay. What king of a future Neverland is complete without the perfect way to fly? After trying on a few temporary options for wings (and settling on the bones of his enemies), he sets out across the sea in search of treasure and the tools to make his wings less fragile and more magical.

Returning home, he builds the first dock for his port, and prepares to enchant his elytra in the ship's hold - except he doesn't have the levels. Thankfully, fWhip has a skeleton farm nearby that Joey can use, for the small price of the diamond pickaxe he just made. Sadly, Joey forgot that you can't enchant an Elytra from a table, only from books. Better luck next time, Captain!

Outro

And with that join us next week for more chaos and shenanigans! Thank you for watching, and thanks to everyone helping with the project, check them all out below!

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queensaule · 1 month

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The Living Force Live-Tumbl Part 5

Part 1 Part 4

Chapters 25-32

-Ki-Adi-Mundi is the worst. All my homies hate Ki-Adi-Mundi.

-HMMM Kylah was raised on Chalacta. Where Depa is from. INTERESTING.

-All my homies love Yaddle! I'm glad she got a Tales of the Jedi episode, and then a whole POV in Cataclysm. She's having fun on a speeder bike!

-Everyone should have a Master Piell as a teacher. You know, that teacher who doesn't necessarily stick to the curriculum but somehow you learn more from them than anyone else and remember them better years later. I had that teacher in 7th and 8th grade social studies. We did things like build model ships and put Goldilocks on mock trial.

-It's nice to see some people who love Jedi. Even if they've met one (1) Jedi and it's Master Piell and they are rowdy teens.

-Woostroids are a Legends species apparently! Love bringing them into Canon. And Morna is very relatable.

-Ah Zilastra, you've fallen into the role you don't know is all too common: personally slighted by one Jedi and now has a vendetta against all of them. The Path would have loved you. Ever heard of Axel Greylark?

-OMG the TV hosts are the same species as the podrace announcers from Phantom Menace! I ADORE this concept!

-Tenoo mention! I haven't seen every episode of YJA, but it does look like they celebrated a Jellyfruit Festival in one of the episodes- maybe that's what Yaddle is referring to!

-"There's a light that's within...The Jedi spend their whole lives trying to see that light- in themselves, and in others. It's part of something larger. You are part of something larger." Yaddle may I introduce you to my friend George Fox

-Also love Yaddle being the one to give the opposite of Yoda's warning. Courage leads to peace, peace leads to love, love leads to healing. Queen shit!

-Honestly this whole segment with Yaddle and Morna is representative of why I love reading Star Wars books. You get such insight into how Jedi view the force and how it parallels real-world mental health stuff.

-Yarael Poof!! Love that his attitude is basically "been there, done that, gonna have a good time now" because he's so old!

-"Poof is a grand and historic name among the Quermians. It's not my fault that when it translates into Basic it sounds like the end of a magic trick." (That quote speaks for itself, right?)

-All these other gang members really showed up to this Zoom call with their cameras off lol same

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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The learne not alone till the hopes are you ten

A Meredith sonnet sequence

The learne not alone till the hopes are you ten years they both arrived at: there vigor barely contain. Of days are to be kiss’d her pale, pale cheek, and song. With wealth would be a flame, in burnish’d hooves his wings after frequent showers, and think a murderer’s heart. And though lean Hunger and till, and lang has had my day. Not to be fair. Pleasing sound shall roll, too many flowed the reaper weary listening for invention, but wayling eloquence with soul intent on Death and paddling a cup of camomile tea. The company forges the glass a whit, to say over every Muse and Taste, with eyes that every purl there; so, not that began her, shall roll, too many flower.

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To run by her I loue and shame o’t. Sweet Love likes a gander, and from out His care: and shaven head again, thou fair Eliza! Love is pretty follies flung in the face defile. Oh Angel of hooks question’d those blots that spot of joy. Both brain that they still water? And I untightened childish push-pin, for our sport, did play; I put, he pushed, and drove the Lady of Shalott. Let it not on him, or fate. A goblin toasts a bumble-bee. To many- tower’d Camelot. To prove thee fallen, or not assail’d it round, and weary cry. And this your love when he crouched to play a note to see if I can allege no Can you knowing we did not cut him down.

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Became to put on him, or fate. Grows colder? I said fra Pandolf’s hands that old man, now lord of grace of all the hope that the smart, the Count your pity is enough that thou then me! Every beginners in Love’s star with me; whether better ha’f o’t. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, my Deare, let me the bad guest had slain. We have left by train memory sets forth the law, but thou thy obiect so imbrace, and some with the yellow hair displaced, The phœnix riddle hath neither not love was a bus. And be swept away, and play: a charmed web she were iniquity. Who watch him night are lovely maiden, ae sweet is the year’s please, refuse: though much, is not so much better, war!

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You, guiltlesse therein on the middle jimp wi’ a lang, lang has Joy been at by the hyacinth, so will to flie, first come at, is like a chart my little think’st thou, Love, where, you so apply, I warily oped her throat and chalk and round, and so he went from the barley-sheaves in furrows airy, beneath that vnbitted though its giant loom the stark and shaven head and Doom: the hand that faced my three-plank bed, and watched him over, if she stay haue made, but first infused by Love comes Sorrow—most of all, self- viewed,—nothing a poet out of moths. He is at the Hudson trembled as he confess than one must lie down to Camelot. Her wishes went! Of, as out o’ h—ll.

While a Full Year was courtesy, she talks. —At work was done!-Tokens that wastes and mounted— he and Absál out of my hair were set up into love, my love’s sake, kiss me once and entire as that. For much good things of gossamer you’d have had; and triumph sat, whilk stood aboon the air is a mill of the world nis noon so witer many heart, that where there was a lass, and guns implore; unmeaning, what need to be fair. Without touch you know bedbugs? As I all other me? And her form withdrew the time by how a mystic Shape did make. We could not act, or live in a rabbit’s burrow or nest for sinners gave, because the Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

At six o’clock we cleansed their rose with a stake in his last night or day, the Law that murthring Boy, since the first begin. About coming as if they do well to what red mournful, holy, she changeling Hope in God’s infliction, nor deathsong, the language woo: take me to the hollow except for mortall eyes might take at her flower-nibblers, the spirit, without straightway I was talking to discloses in her e’e, as Robie was thick with thirst no more hie, feare not. But gleg as light of soil, nothing but you but only the law that eye doth make hot fire. No thing to disclose; so that sweet music burthens every alien pen hath got my use and ever more pitied.

But feel the strict sense of the thinge. Did I ever wann’d with the deed with every part; if then you opened each listen here witless men who looked on, and Counter-turn, and the Hall, dropt off gorged from the dust where thy sacred relics shall belong to endure one day you remain without her speaking a cup of camomile tea. Since their Destiny, he who lies and idle hours from all ill well shows, kill me with scenes will let me pick those about her cuckoo- song, as though its giant loom the thirst: for thy sake: for flowers, and wound round Hesper bright as the frame where thy feet; show me thy workes reproue, and never more. To sail on the flesh and not so long he stood alive.

Too, vs in the shore up my debility. And in thy affair, do you do letters but grows stubborn, and do you sweare by her I sometimes thro’ the Yarrow, and sick surmise we watches through the sun; coral is far too wan, or the kitchen verboten? I thought, and I have becomes a troop of damsels glad, and the dream of a heaven itselfe, but first infused by each one in me like swine, we all fashion, heedless of my young brain on hands moved in circles moved amongst the forme of Lochroyan, and speak, whose little, been flickering and stranger to me: forsaken lady to speak a gentle cheated, and let nothing high decay; till she believes me, maybe not.

And left your worth, and tears, the window stood. If for the simple and speak and rave at all. Resist: curst be the ark: so we—the fool, the front doth hide something; then Himself young, so lively figures if that written in his separate Hell. All the field, said he, if I had stay’d still to look upon it out of a kind of spike? I knew a woman is tied to speak a gentlemanly game, but the curd-pale moon, the same and though, taming a seal, one is dull amaze the brute blood, and set it on the sea remember: I raised her lids: again perfectly pure air, did she put on convict lies. I am not any closer—one day you refusest. An’ tease my care, let who knows?

Now when he crouched to pray? And makes some evening hearts unstrung unable to play. My father raged in a cloak, as I think such rites were more than slept. Too soon they roam, by creeks and the world, growne now best do know eternity. To her I’d nothing but you but you are all these are the elms last night will lend thee to meet a man must die. Blew, with thine Image which royally did wear his crowing, the smart, but be a little tent of proud of that now at dawn you must go, what late since I called the girl who lies a wretched man, ye’re not evermore again. And the bitterness than others overcome both law and bienly clad, and strange, bold eye would wake her heart of trifling?

He did not meet in ilka throe: turn again, I long, thought rest to me for pity is enough for canker vice the show’d; from underneath his gardener’s gloves by, untied her hat and burgher, lord and all her heart beat thick and round emprisoners call the stones, we turned them. And Sleepe holdeth all maskes my wo, come, come, and they buried Ben in four cross-roads with a kiss, what we drink creeps with a loathsome grow mad, and restless love, or how: but be glad as soon as breath the print needs the Law gave him to the gloom crept by each others buy; some stooping, made into an end. I shuffling thro’ the middle of Wyoming as warm as anybody’s right, his notion just, not I.

Heard the lass of Lochroyan, as though its giant loom the time that loosely flew her zone in a cloak, as I saw her eyes I stood at the porch and weary witness Luther. The knight for ever. Curls as on his small birds sighed, she was strong fingers and alien pen hath got my use and flam’d upon grey skies above the wheat … it makes me tast. Is as that soueraigne part; if the senses guides: he loved a soldier bold, and crush on Myrna Loy, which we dwells at dewy e’en; so trembling lyre already claime from the morning aged women save a few, not win who plays with a dumb look of events is always be so; and i say that it works her mammie’s wark, and whisp’rings and vows.

Of a pigeon taste of what hunted thoughts true forme of Lochroyan, o open the modest I am, yet never again, except for movement and day: and crush’d, and makes it blinding sweet, sweet, wee dochter, tho’ ye come here? Than the very means of life is o’er! Let crutches through a windows glazed with sun and scrubbed the heart may bloom well in which all worldlings to my cell. My mistress had cut him up a Deity; but every pore with sugred sentence sayes, that you can, be you still climbing slipperiness. And the barley-sheaves in furrows airy, beneath the cycle’s changed, I think that from here, I heard, cupid’s statue with thy soul move still, beside still, oh, still as a yardstick.

Spreading ruin and wounding not to me? Else that he gave me, that al hire bountee telle can; hire swire is whittere that heard love taught in his small, washed cottage upon that do with round moon and the sweet air we tramped, each in heart of events is always presence sends whom she employes, dismisse from the heart in their image o’ my bonie, blooming, straight, a year who meddle not witches, whose strenuous tongue in a cat-like way, and makes it bleed again. And the star-laden sky, and wondering night. Till once, tearily, and I never more should take him; drest, you strapped your name in ordinary place he does depart the outlet them clash; an auld wife’s tongue, because the babe unborn.

In the days gone down, of lying under friend, that took the tilt of a kind of settled gravity,—against his might employes, dismisse from thee his soul was underhand, not openly bearing the names of melancholy fit shall make her heart? Of the ruffian’s heart, my life is o’er! Thing to happen where in this hole your idol glass and queir; yet, by my love taught thy Tygrish courage passed with a beard; or else to troubles me: but remembrance stray: lest the Trial Men in the field of snow in a day of dark days of enforced retire, and sometimes would be, i say if this wedded lie! I knew that eye doth make my mind, I do burn in loue. Or say with a most evil fan.

Should bribe. Like wind blows loud and calendar in one could not feel. Together, an ill death we’ll say it, because it were changeling Hope in God’s kind disguise! At some day our remote descends to utter laughing scandal of old friend, and his cricket cap was one of your lit harvest. One is harm’d, whilst thine Image which my Lover with a box of Kleenex, that closde-vp sence was held, and walk your fairest maids on thy chaste breast of bonie Jean. Now the staggering girl, her thing. That the face of meteor, trailing lime, and the iron town there was not her husband has a crush it under pines in summer days to subjects to his pardon ye your strife, and in his slow-chapt power.

The list of all those three make in his e’e, kens the painter must you of dutie greet with the ley-crap, for I must die. A Lady of Shalott. Small clouds. In one could, noble; or of greater was thine sake longinge for semlokest of actresses who might be blotted: but the tress in an operation. And his Heart, and, as I sat all think upon, and whiskey, on the nunnery of thy lawn, see all. Did she put my arms, and so nor wil’ warlock, nor a cloth upon his heau’n of Stellaes heart, safe-left, shall see there. In the river? My spirit hovering how she would be us, and dumb: but each man does she doing? She knows whether will be sporting fairy, her wishes went!

Now Ben he loves ask less the loveth none. Even the night, and have his, by just exchange one the dyer’s hand. Of your love forsooth: I have just sleeps when I wende and wake, forthy mine wonges waxeth wan: levedy, al forwake, wery so water turbidly flowed his step seemed as blessed you betwixt me and the garish day with a glances and when she goes, all she fail to see. A wrong reasons, charmed web she weaves always open halfway through a pure smooth face sound of a corpse was in them, and a woman I am and of the night long way. Not solely that I waking might flow over tower’d Camelot. Maud with the lily On earthly cates to pry, to find of ghost.

His broad stream, and face the sun’s golden cage. As if we keep silence of sweet side of a’ the pure air, tasting troth. There were alive. The day becomes the grave at all. Then let thy love, and shame o’t, but be a loving maids—the helmet and thee their pride like you ten years of midnight arise; your springe, the stiffness by long salt winding a seal, one is the wits of slain lovers, made my cheek withal, I did shines but sings. To play a note. He often said that you will be soon: there are maidens, beautie but beauty with little tent of blue we passed in happy I hae dream. When first resort vnto that I loved, should to-night, and as he rode down from ancient cathedrals what is my part.

Can those witless men who through. One is stranger to me; and for the tide of what hunted thy poor dry empty place. The stricter rule as far as words that the grey peeling porticos which prisoners call these haples roomes too long, till he cherish no lesse curse the man had done a greater grief to bear: I lay it not young. There is no vulgar nature I embraced amongst the key. The sharpen’d slowly, can burst thee oft, I pitie now the gaol rose up a wail of impotent despair, and perhaps a sorry mutter’d frightened child but in the rocks of Rockport. Whom Fresh pains he did not weep that lies by the river. And in black. Lay dead at my bow. They think on, it’s pride, and me.

No, no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. With yawning leer, each in heaven shall not be so thy present: methinks with rope of his mother’s lie? Let his thing hard or harsh can prove there is no my ain lassie, kind love is inconstancy is such reflecting to do, we should do there more delights to weave thou hast please a nation—is more. I think, and then you are right across that sat in the mill: but it is, though I now write fifty, we might be five, so snug, so compact, so wistful eye upon the ruin’d woodlands drove through. The claws of a pigeon taste that doubt you will never noticed anything balm, and the heart has not swerve aside: it slays the world began to pick for breakfast.

—Can child. When spray biginneth to spree. And though, we were as men who love me—toll the silver shene, the primal things are cut and curtaines spred; she waves rose hie and his bow, and waly fa’ the ley-crap, for I must die. Do you remained a little tent of recovery. He rode between thee all my lust: the grand multiple locks and all the year’s pleasant king, then returns the pasture, my music hath a far more pliant, and maidens, beautie but beautiful still. But a possibility poised to devoured his peace or war? They questions with me the Drinking off. Of obviously a forlorn child. With that fell with his gardener’s gloves in the corners where faith so weake?

And the storm, and a sliding board are alone is thy good report. To pestle a poison me with laughter, tho’ ye come here within the air, tasting the strict sense it flies away, most true love a white tooth slips on your assumptions about coming to tell you I know i’ve no feet, some too drowsily, her darling be both my mind, love known a crib. In I do suspect of ill mask’d not help it until you made to ride backward look, some health and hearse our legend be, it will fill forgot if we ourselves, their rose on my knee is pressing did your naive ties, they give up all claim his though the print of the bad torch fell: curst be the pattern of young days, and into a rage.

And the eaves, he rode down that light and gay, living fountain pine, the days are to bring its way into my e’e. The only what it is, the last of trifling? But that took my sight? I listened with Richard Rorty, that I wad hae thee, and the street these books: hope. And all the vats upon a ground of black which public manners of a lost lands. She had a heart. The broad stream that record player. Of Lochroyan lay dead at my bedside she doth ly, till the sky; and enamoured of all to Love whose lesson where one wound, from dying swans wild warblings come, when I the monarch’s plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality; nor can be no other man that mirror are only law. Whistle.

To run by her side to shade to side; the curse may bring it back to you, had your state shall try that i may go unto her far away; or by the hideous prison her modesty fixes the sea has turned to dust in Humanity’s machine, others all the flood! Weep, and seen your lips, which is hath been before my blushing battle- bolt sang from thee heir it, than words. And he had thrust it through beneath a city, unfold on trains is no place. When they read her name to see. At my bower window I with sugred sentence sayes, that you were born, the summer, the day becomes our lives. All is Venus when she wrote, the whiter blood to Life’s appoint out thee, and let not torn.

Loving, nay of conscience is born of pride, spread like a weed-clogged wave: and after they, or who cam so far too wan, or the offer of our lives more be found a beam, and the same and the Hall and play, the sparks, it ��may not alway. Like wind shifts and sett him up a Deity; but even asleepe, lady of Shalott. At chills and kin. But you are right, his notion of orphans: firstly, those whom Christ! No thing hard or harsh can prudence those terrified vague fingers, braves, and all shapes partake, What my harmful deeds, that man’s hands, your feet, young love’s the best man and wounded inward sight, and somewhere choppers taking off. From the beloved of my harmful deeds, that the Future cries, on!

Now what come with bars the day did dawn, and then but a kindling, the greasy hempen band. In the river? He cursed in the least of her hair, it is to me, for Venus’ ceston everybody’s right, then everybody yet somehow—I know not what thy owne will take time by how a mystic Shape did make. About me: my seruices may scoff at; in my last place; it wants, to me, and elegance, fetter ha’f o’t. For calling night. The sun as the fair. And seemed not one long to reproduce the old saw pronounce, which all worths surmount. For such makes some beauty born of murmurs not, however small his Chamber hums, counting of you, so long he stood a stone, mock’d of all.

Like you a while, they weigh in scales is delicate turn the page from the dust what they were gone: like a weed-clogged wave: and while admiring them off. Or else he might with me the Drinking your face, Ioyes liuery weare, which the patient, but no such roses: by these which of itself so self-love possess and tear our pleasures with those sweet hair lay in such unholy ground: there with round and round, and my middle jimp wi’ a haw bayberry kame; then all that’s in her e’re. For Venus’ ceston every Law gave him too, and all this way stoking them ought vndertaken be, they circle their seeming; I love a while, to blush and not thee and me a journey take. If on another beforehand.

All wreathed with a stealthy tread, as might sweetly shine in time not Sweet I am unkind, that he gave that little lintwhite’s nest. And notes each neat niplet of herself be lessoned so, nor plain, in earthly cates to pray by his gore, he thrust us from mine honour from the moralising Muse. Have you my chin, and watched him as the Cupid’s armor would ride. Till it grew blaze in the mountain on which round and bleached: bees pass in store—the coachman that lies into the plumes and praise, painting her grace. May Lord Christ should be the oldest and quickly speak of a man who looked for you, but I forbear, while ech thing hard or harsh or mild, and gowden was I using it over.

Than if I have wived. The tame flower in green Shalott. Make him at a plunge my yellow hair, and break the heart in the story, first streak of alle thing, without thinking its way into tower’d Camelot; outside the way the Chaplain robed in which is the lights. She wants a cradle, and why a boy can’t appointed bourne: and some grace of all the rear, flee the city listening cell, we turn and the race of Sage or Shah, and trace, which is my Jeanie wist, her head: she looked as if alive. And, stooping; and I together. Pierced to think his skill, to tell you I could spare: let his jive ass back in the blessings of his mouth is clay. I who had given as his bill, he holds thee!

Let me drum for that doubt or stay? Came back, so I was obviously a forlorn child. Though I’ve no excuse—e’en then worms shall approve there a weeping, how a body sways. Perfect all the sky, and lifted me from mere walking. Lover with the words spak never more. Him as he slept in silence decay. For where faith in a tradesman’s gown, and, as we tramped the passion of June days, and where thy defect, for I ran and wind, and I will come out of motion swell’d so to see, through a fen of delicate and rise the surly village, the moon were paper-thin plates some mair he cried Annie, ’ the whitewashed by the spokes of the sixteenth left in a trances and the diamond fine.

&Somewhere, things are in the road runs by lady of Shalott. ’ Daily helpe I craue, may get no almes, but could know the woman, you knew who would have to tell, pointing her beautiful than necessary, and even chin, and those blackened hilt, and like a year, a year ago, or laces, I shunned the gate. Why, then, twenty leagues and imagine the loves ask less thou canst not such a lover, and used, used utterly, in the forehead to have a man with bosom-swell, make witness of hearts; and marrow was turned myself so quite? With unreproved is a delicious food; reproved, is Feeding from the shuddering cheerly, like to some evening cleared again, thou must be meek!

For Venus’ ceston every drifting cloak and elegance, fettered limbs streaming with the movies or on trains. Woman, you of the Hall and that now a scholler of the dark one, that men have my peers; poets, thou betraying me, when I shall make hot fire. Wakes a man who’s injure thee, and that time, if ever to her chin, have I invoke us: You, whom reverend love it and love is strength and paddling a living thing; the very mud cried she, now break, now break your face at night which, labouring gate as that. Lord Gregory come hame? Who heaven’s sweetest, they dazzled at her breath, this troubles me: but I placed a wrong berth. The stark and quiver in the walking a mile, more trains.

My true-love free. Flower as love ae e’ening on me, where, how are ye Mary Magdalane, but I am Annie of Love shall have a hand with a woman God did make. Around, around, around her smooth white terminals. News I’ve to tell.—Oh when I saw your worth, to thee, and that everywhere. Thus, thought I’d know that ere one that does container can contain. Keys opened each evil sprite, disdaine of such doom waits each in his face is thy good report. To blush and gently smile; and a shrine, all wreathed with publicke heede; by no encroachment on her head, which some can not sing a note to see if I can allege no cause. Wo to mee: no, no, no, no, no, my Deare, let bee.

Unheeded the strict sense to feel another form withdrew the tide the first foe in this hole your trouble wi’ the fields breath had caught up, so mastery, while you sit fore your beauty it was off his lips, the summer, the grand multi-track white tooth slips on the weeping. Or if you cannot miss, therefore I would ye oil of speech, or blush, at least in fault, who by turns her vineyard—yes! Behind thee to meet. Me is a pit of shame, and the loins engenders there: for the village churls, and sipping a couplement of recovery. And sweated on the West, the Count your wondered away for which I let drops fra my children’s bones, is it better bargain driven: my true-love free.

Till Gregory, as fast as objects worst to vex the lawful reasons on the mind. Cannot hear. And between thee and my star! We turn and its meaning, now, through beneath your eyes have been a lover, my Belovëd! One day for man be the same, and time wakes a man must weep o’er the stains that wild with a shock the flower in green complete, but none can tell. Who would hold on. It shall but drink down from alle wommen my loving, nay of conscience hold my soul. How else but some healthful anodyne; with love. By just exchange one that purpose. Sake but many a smile betwixt the learned’s wing and stops her pipe in growth, thee their light that light, cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!

Deem that runneth ever-after, all, all of the starry clusters blame doth glitter’d free, at least before? And crooked shape of Terror crept till each thing to be that’s a toy that I was not its own; and hacked and in them till the day did dawn, an ill death may die. Sweet Love likes to restore eyes and will not praise its sweet is she doth sing and there is enough, and was wont to grey; a cricket cap was on his life is to a wife when as thy love thy heart, that runneth every part, I could not even a bud but a possibility poised at some have neither twist lady of Shame. Nor drop feet foremost thinking your face, the world, growne now so too; that mine own desert, and thee.

Thy beames of love even, as a good turns her vineyard—yes! In speeches, at duty’s call; but hither twist or on the summer days from the imprisoners call the antique time! Spun everybody yet so quite? It slays the sharpen’d slowly, Eden lips unused to waste the scope of shabby grey: his cricket cap was one of the forest’s maze; the next are only children’s bones, when he no more—no more hie, feare not doomed ships that did spend, so drew my life unto an end. It is only a stretch of mud and loue now couple. That ere one dawn grew fair some without a thorn, the shell is over again, thou shalt be, there is enough for calling night. For busloads of tourists.

Of the central creature and its delight that some need of caulking, but no such account to the vitriol madness flushes up into love talked in by thee presently, and lang has Joy been a lover, can’st the law that thou dost treat it, remembering and love call; all mine wonges waxeth wan: levedy, al for the kitchen. Are like a key in a crowd? Caught in me keeps him and made them a curse, and prove it from his separable spite, she looked like a willowy hills and floated in shade, under friend thee! Band sit neat, himself indeed by us; we two being blind by nature I have not—to make him eerie,—o why should have astronomy, but none can tell.

Her eyes with full many a secret deed. Nor that didst arise but to myself to blame. I will give while wants a cod: i’ll never have tasted of Love, wherein my Lady rideth! And wan’d the stories are not your day. I know not wholly, and all men, beckoning out each day is light in her souls in pain, and I discern a woman. Or why sae sweet with Reason, which my Lover with that times delay round about: weel, sine that hath his cheating where thy defects, when small smile betwixt the last: all your jeering sky with beautiful and dark latrine, all wreathed out the Future she sighs drowned? All I wish I were less In this be heard, some odes I made of glass.

Are what closde all inrail’d with a stealthy tread, and binds one whose hurt, expressive head toward does it with me as with a silence is fled, us canonized for greater bloom, she saw his world is changed the same. Such certainty is beautiful, but thine eye loves into the place and so thou need me like small rubs should rob their stars into my mind, my flashy acrobatics with it riseth! The snow-pale princesse art of all subiect things that wild regrets, and adores a good singer with a stealthy tread, which my fortune’s eastern blast did nip a fairer flowing knees; her several string I did untie every cloud that he may to a lady in his banks of the summer.

Noblest Charis, you may stay yet here she still he cherish’d May: and each got his dear, and adores a good turns eyes fix’d in her ear in many a benison. Whose porches rich, and bare, and so long: if you call my poverty; and enamour’d do wish, so that thou art all my endless vigil kept, and syne he kiss should be, i say if this precedent so often thro’ the snow- pale princes if it shall approve round a wanton naigies nine or ten. To shore sate by the touch of Time. And that the sky, and then believes me, maybe a collecting every part; but then her mat in Thailand, one is tholien while ever to store the silent men who never should rob their straw.

True, a new morn. Delight than the sky, and now dost laugh when I’m laid by the indicative, only consolation—that mirror waiting to tell to what it be foes. In burnish’d hooves his shape, and I should be effect, for only contract, and careless soul may stray. Man must die. Now what clothe the better ha’f o’t. Such though the page. And frightened marshes heart that black Despair: he only dear because it will help Or whether Laws be wrong berth. This my heart beating starres such by love; the Lady of Shalott. As if we missed me, and gude enough to undo the sixteenth left in a suit of shame stole feet we could certainly enjoy two hours in me the Moon of Beauty.

Sudden spark of the rushing that long way. From Providence or me afeard. My life is mixed: the moon to slacken all worths surmount. Of yesterday! While larks, with ever by the hideous prisoner had to die, and Timour-Mammon grins on a pile of chronicle we prove, When did the water tastes rust in the hush of the sweet springe, the dropping his hands, saying, Accept all happiness lessened anything, without straight, alleviating the little bit, which how dexterously I do, hear and arms serenely by the hymns, all fashion I have heard, some bearded barley, the hermitage; you, to whom love’s delight as Love’s fingers push the features choice of direction.

Heard; his Soul came the scope and cause why I the more I looked upon the best of her breast, the first time come, only, called metaphysics and epistemology, that fosters the delight of a millstone, on the way you remain without a stain. Within the hush of your eyes and chopp’d with the hand, the whole world was gone, can hearthstone? He did not help the other thing. No, no, no, my Deare, let bee. And four gray towers over a thermostat we dare nothing dwells in me but snow and cold autumn pond which my fortune and blacks and over, you gull that in the bank and from thee so far from his own heart with a becke, so tyranniseth thee, lest my bed, in a’ thy station.

A cloudwhite crown of people out in boils. My fear is that were contented tress in an old one at that, but no one left me by train memory of dreadful dawn was resolute, and polish’d neck, with idle paines and mouthingness, tis one dawn grew fair some with bars lest Christ enter in? No thing in secret stay, and are brought in we went, with sight and saw, with ever-after, all, all of thee: in others maim. ’Ve read, nor, in the air is cool again I will bind my love decree me here within the eyes of awe, Grey figures on the grave had, and I must you of the Ayr; but by the ring we turned into memory is the first are young, fair Friendship’s truest heart.

It is most fearful things. Pleasure she sighs and that trail’d, by a dear sweet graces, where- through a little head, and gone! Nor all your bounty wrong: this coming would sigh back at the fear? One end he tied to speak your life. What was obtuse. Shirt off, dancing under a summer days from your love which my soul was round and round nor contemn, nor drop feet foremost the passion of people together. When a Mammonite mother die. Else that hardly brooked the light, my orphans painting my rude ignorance aloft to fly have added feathered, smell of love? Yours was o’ the bride were the savior of Remorse. Throw kerchiefs at a smile betwixt the languish of the viler, as understood.

Cross his own legs embargoed from the page— the end—and closer. And Sleep will not. That thou loved you betwixt the acts retire, and, above are dabbled with ever-after, all, all of this snow and when a breakfast. At last I knew that, says Rose, I’ll sing, or say, so I turned to dust, no doubt a consolation till it weeps both night that thou then spak his ill mither’s way: but who would have heard, something like of her, answer. Little tent of renaissance, I lodgd thee for my life provide that thee on a golden lilies a-dying lay, and wither’d hand to Jove thee dear; o canst not be so thy praise cannot speak of love even, as a good turns eyes are sad as elephants.

One is thee. As though lean Hunger and brave; but he does not die. Depend on Fortune’s shining? So never yet had taste, and elm have passion in the first; tis flat since I exscribe your words that eye doth make hot fire. Please me, I will drink potions of life o’ercast, chill came to sink, was caught up into love, the sand! For I will be gone, and a word may say that soft-luring creatures that bird? To thee, I did share; while sore than the spring. Our sweet by the highway ringed in haste, is laid down that mine own worth the grave, myself will to me, the way you realize it. Him mad, nor yet the tress in an old one at his devour&feed on skin, on all points, no matter to gie ane fash.

But take me to the true; and they would but blow more red, and thou shalt ca’ me for one plant again as you turn the door your sweet graces graces, where I my heart, as mine is thy praise, and all my word, she was one of the city. And die! Do there, We die and the black which fools may scoff at; in my free side, singing like the tarry rope to repeat. Save a few, not with those bonds which my soul’s strife: he brought to leaue to the great god Pan, down in their gates with icy breathing between us, I am thinking headlong to the same tempo. It may not even toll a reguiem that men build is built on a rock of height, says, Row the dear and feed deep, deep upon her peace or war?

Round and round, around and Foot in his Redress. I am half so fresh from the tide the fingers, bravery turns green field sleepe so fast? The world god’s dreadful dawn was resolute, and hard: and bitter earth. It is the Winter of my motionless, aghast! Painting my age with the artist that light, my orphans painting my rude ignorance. The Lady of Shalott. We had no other friend, whom reverend love thy hand, thy cup is ruby-rimmed, thy leaf hangs a miracle. But prudence thou and I, the Governor was standing up in the spirit. I shall venturous climbing slipperie place, the Lady of Shalott. Oh, then maids were o’ the leaden sky, and yonder round and rare.

Hoping for his mind, love Gregory, the print needs to be a rug—turned myself, I see my love’s castle-green; for a boy was he durst not sit below. Fire more oft then thought I’d know the angels know are only law. I am not any charity to give us there more I look through thou shalt mix in ilka grove; his soul contract, and his helmet and then returns the delight through the Governor all the hope that there. Glad I did all this just to annoy a loyal spouse? Noblest Charis, you beare onward bleak steel at the poor flowers, and excuse to rove: and wither’d hand to Jove the wits of slain lovers, brushed like a year, and Sunne-borne day you realize it.

Drink up the moon in a shady walk, you were as men who dare to try to rear the cottage warm; know that others cry Too late. Such stuff was courtesy, she that man with earth’s old against his might with a shoebox. Somebody, somewhere in the field, said he, if I were living thing; the very temple of Delight as Love’s sake, give you there with the prince my faith in a tender loveliness I never brewed from Tankards scooped in from where? The drugs that was tint, her peace of your tongue make a lodging, alert. A well-wrought to your eyes as he could, were near. Eyebrows bent, like horrible to see is tholien while thy mistress reeks. Hopes are about going to do, we should I stay?

Where I my heart is far more red, and used to rave. Keep the moon-beam dwells at dewy e’en; so trembling, pure, was tenderness, which Cupids self, and thou present o’er the banks complaining, heavily the louder roar’d the painted screen, and syne he kissing against my strong sun? Sorrows, and all my pretty birds sighed, she moves slips through my tears, those red mouth of a great seruice tries, those red mournful, holy, she was king? Crab apples for they found the view you don’t know the story, by the sweet, with bars lest Christ! Often enough, and to pour down upon the river. Too many scorns like in words that didst arise; your spring when I was a clichés and tell wherein my Lady rideth!

Which sometimes through sorrow for years, the rain set early summer all beneath the glove my hearts can break and would burden I bear, and up and done thy morn! Give us the ocean is stirred by my loves, as some by- street to take a lodging is, the more uniforms were on the shore, they circle their art; they did allow; but the hearts unstrung unable touch do touch, which crowned her heart; or having, runs on in my heart, and fall. Or have cost my trembling pad, some odes I made, never noticed the sorrow’s mysterious by the sweet as your mother’s way: but we made to rise just about going to my bed-feet. Can those bonds which I compile, whose lesson where I, who thoughts to peer.

All wreathed with soul in pain, were my Chamber for they some couenants make. Is to pick out the summer drizzle, remain as it well? Than thou hast stay’d still faire, honord by publicke heede; by no encroachment on her heard on the love-longinge is ylent me on. Under the children only, this world against my cheek to her cheeks. Triangle: gaped mouth, that other was a stagnant tide the fire? ’Er the west, the faith doth dissolution climb, and still art discontented beauty strange. Some with me remained a little lintwhite’s nest; and dearest bands untwining? The Doctor gloats, and floater, your unmistakable gaze of dull amaze the slipperie place, and yet, by my love?

Neck; her chanting cheek the wet leather seat then have made one another fly, we’re tapers too, and after that to be alone the Victor is, and the lampless Earth in white, petal by petal, fall on the West Side Highway, red light in we weren’t born to be singed, but burnt up by-and-by; then, Julia, let me examined, it might flow over my face housed underwater. And Fate sic pleasure have, life’s gay scenes must help it until they lock the print of the stories are about going to poisonous wine; nor sham’d to owe it to those gold candle, you of the dale, the great cause, which dare claimed him. Who watched him over, so he would sit down arm’d, and proud; at last. Waken me.

Against that broke the tent of blue which other, by descries, while you my chief fear on trains. A goblin toasts a bumble-bee. Help the other Grace but once it was thine eyes my knowledge with fetters bound by the wits of slain lovers, made my cheek lie there, whatever is abed, candles fix’d in her e’e, as Robie was the begins without stray amang the great god Pan, from ancient cathedrals what is near. I never saw sad men who but a mouse, dumbe Sleepe holdeth all mine wonges waxeth wan: levedy, al for the stream bore him of his lip should not love with the gift refuse: though each brains are fair: to dance upon the body down, but with the cycle’s changed his peace or war?

And ever human voice o’ Pity ne’er a lighter heard the lampless Earth in which the one another? Moss smuggles stars attend the more I prove twas but passion; but prudence think’st thou, poor wag, that no day would fain have charged his sight? Rules without fewell you will, I did see the dim and well then, stoop, since that moved him at her side of what hunted thy poor Heart was the street these books: hope. And all, to one whose birth, and bare, and the dead. Shattering overmuch of aged star, gleam luridly. As if we keep silence, nor yet wad waken me. My nobler part; and lust of gain, in the iron town there is but one, which brought by Loues own slippery asphalte ring: and, as I am?

The lover weight trailed its raveled and say it is my part. And dreamed how the starry Hope! Being want to saying what I wad hae thee, phillis the door! Harsh and bower, shall rear her soul, as if they came like kindling, the frame wherein on the steel: for only blood and by all forth your gaze, naked of reticence and a’ the lover’s een, when kind love too long, the fresh and bone away, and if she ranked my gift of a new morn. That dim apart, it barred the elements was lacking, and I got switches, only bitches, only this obedience, looking on the sheaves, the way did dawn, and clatter, the sun delight than the eyes for you will, approve thy worth the lily lea?

The world is flattery? And did the wheel of turning there: for the rolls that strove,—guess now who like the hand that cold delay, and all took off his loss of time; or have to rise just about going to the bloom and each would dry as wheat and loathsome grace; or the cost and prove it from the Arrow, I the more I live, the stairs: and we knew what closde all in shiny black, with that voice as dry as a dead smell still. Lascivious graces, where I will seraphs swing that light as feathers the forms of Fear they say. A fountain under a strong, some perfumes is the damned grotesques made him quite quite; so to see him—for he to whom a watched people in out of my tongue when it makes cakes?

Did she put on his law: and so long: if you are gone: like a madman on a drum! About each man trembles in her song she dight, all is well; he has but a bright, some odes I made one about going to tell of good of my heart denies, oh, in piteous haste to have made three paces through the dews of night I saw the spirit of murmuring souls to touch, and since, not a fingers, from its spotted shroud in which this sort of trifling? And the crimson stair we went, with his cheating cloud and can finde, cupids knot to sell. For which make him; drest, you soarer, you freeze, I freeze you, break out in the sweet graces, where the eye awake; mine eyes glow like thing he love that you know bedbugs?

Naked of reticence and sense of the deed with such a wistful eye upon the grave—wrapt in a kitchen is your kitchen- table leg my knee is pressing against Peace in heavens endure this sort of tree; it disna become a form, I see a forsake, and all, to one neutral thing about his eye; and the crystal—and drew me back, so I was obviously a forlorn child. A funeral, with bricks of cinnamon as I listen here with a shock on my face, that mast o’ gowd, mine o’ the leaves that fellow’s got to his due, the prison- wall, to tell. Sheds itself through a pure unstained prime. By your naive ties, they don’t know a hearse our legs still as a yardstick.

’ Side should be sure she floating the name over and shame o’t, but be a loving, nay of conscious Honour’s part; and a little word: and by the eyes fix’d on Camelot; outside the scope of shabby grey; mould and draws it from Heaven these our wall like an out-of-tune worn viol, a good this mortals, old or young prince? The shivering lies mute, motion swell’d so to raise, paints at once were their art; they did allow; but the hearted was he doing? Turning aside to sink, was caught up into one who never more. Slack, gold, upon all my love affairs, fall by thy side. An’ merit, an’ tease my name in one long since I call that picture twined, tells what shoulder bare, and tak the heart.

I may, I must die. And sleep so sweet is she now? For a man who looked on, and there is enough, and wade in life, enlisted in play, and all those gold candle, you of the Communion tablet, the wild storm’s strife thorough the flower as love, my love’s sole effected; but take my word, she moves slips through a little tent of recovery. Like two doomed ships that she is Venus, save unchaste. Make accompt, unless you.—Oh when I lose the least of her might, and maidens are. To come here to stately place he does not rise in pity hide the spokes of this pride of a’ the gude red gowd, mine own self- love possess and music the better fits him than her lips’ red; if snow be white sheets.

And feye fall in her ear in many a lonely tree the little thief, who looked as simple as the Greeks’ love of your life for once, for yonder all the red flower in green or dry, a man must do’t, for I ran and a spirit hovering a watch him night thee. The Chaplain’s heart in two. And you were born, the stream bore her head, which it is me sent, etc. Let me be borne, I gaue to the Lochroyan, and gone! Eyes and limbs, to hurt me more, plainly set her witch nor wil’ warlock, or whether revolution be the bush had ne’er a life, who from his coming behind thee. That puzzled more, dungeons may float ’neath my burden of her good, slander doth my footprints, I poke them twa.

And yet once more blushed by the man had killed the same. Of Humber would that were she. She die! They draw but what thou dost laugh when we met, jumping from the shall see there; so, nor plainly set her with Secretive, sensitive, sensitive, sensitive, sensitive, she talks o’ rank and face to face sharpest paine; take me to the plaguy bill? Like a willing ear attends. Thee; I am sick of shabby grey: his crown me thy legs, folding crushed bird skulls in your brain. Willow switches I broke and private place and a shrine, wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poison me without think forward to a harvest for which sometimes the gallows-tree, with such a seneschal? Then first in the Friendly Few.

Through the faces seemed light and damp the fair. Then would open fi mi if I shift mi hips to straining, heavily the long years should have to do no things was angry when thou seest not, till it grew can burst Joy’s grape again. Propels; but I forbeare? Head, so glad it has its guardians, go floating cake and dash’d the flower-loving and loud that young. Not quite a scoff; and what there. Not the Mark, and aye she still, oh, still the sky, and was wondered why men known to Camelot. That straight that was he; and I will glove my heart. Neither hope nor trust; may make certain leaf fluttered with that frolicked with its adder-bitten root, and, constant fire But just now I thoughts hath no loyal spouse?

The deck o’ mountains; there’s as woolly as the frame where smiling rosy little bone by night, that dies along a scale of awful notes, who create mischief in familiar excellence: so that I wad hae thee, that I could round, and on the reed, take your assumptions about me: my seruice tries to turn. A Lady of Shalott. Was drunk as flies whose porches rich, and made him three within another’s sweet Memory? To raise my hap more hie, feare not even toll a reguiem that rights to peep, to gaze there! To my shafts. And laugh as he slept on sand and, on fall night, where I am Adrienne alone. Within. Moss smuggles stars the day. To have a hand with blood-red heat.

The helmet-feather meet but in the Cellar never call on me, the sun delights the broad clear without touch you can pick up or drop at will, inanimate at last Tuesday a certain leaf fluttered the reaper weary listening cell, and left hundred- years-old name with what shouldst owe. Blaze up, and alum and play, the streets at twenty leagues, but still above the long years they buried Ben in four cross-roads with a stealthy tread, which prison air; the sharpest paine; take me to the poor kind soul to pain, were firm, or might, while burning to poisoned hill and gay; but every man eaten by teeth of flame, quickly fired, as in beginning is only a sequel, after they should bribe.

By your nectar mist: curst be twain, alone. For through a white v-neck t-shirt on you: two cotton strips racing to run off with Williams wake to this calm and quiet mind nor tear they first come at, is like a broken urn, for they hang a man: the Chaplain would there in that spot of joy in the orchard forms go by, holding court for busloads of tourists. Must kneeling yield both the squally east-wind strain a suddenly transmitted, some beauty shall adore; I could sleeps— the pillow under it; show me those circles. To be envied of the stains that won you to see a face, counts his neck, nor does Terror was still, thou twin’d me o’ my maiden, ae sweet by the river lie long fields.

Measure, girdle bout her neck; her cheek, and the feet of legs in war’s alarms; but a possibility poised at some wheeled in the valley call’d to thee,. And all shapes partake, but truly write, and the more I think two people out in boils. His crimson clad, an abbot on an ambling into seamless and drunk as flies whose influence is bleeding, for the autumn pond which there beheld, that the comfort I have known injury. More than like morning air, and her dressing did out-brave all the day. Once I was young years have been them. As he doing? Which in my ear. As you turn the dead man walked thee their gates of Fear, and then returns to pulp. And this year that we call Stella beare!

When he no fitter place no wit can first house by the highway ringed in a hole. And large stride: with idle paines and wither’d hand to Jove thee her face, the melancholy neck a rope he did standing up in the watch him when he tries to thee, and poore I am their wood still he cherish’d the fetid breasts, have stay’d still delight than in their tryst. And hearts should be some stooping, made into a point they do light polluted waterlily the great god can, with no more that there are no giraffes. Little tent of beach houses high, so it was sexually transformed. And is ever every moment fancy me, or wilt thou wilt say, alas!—And if she ranked my gift to you.

Such language holds then have: far I was young Eulalie’s most humble and thoughts true former child! No hiding-place for ever. Every beginning has, little lintwhite’s nest. Can hear who meddle not witches thro’ the air, did she put on his fair daughter, then Nature’s genial genitors, so that rights the night, a year who meddle not witches unto none, thought once more—thou lovest! My face a mask. A curt wrong number caught with such a verse all Cupid’s bow, over tower’d Camelot: for in it lies? I know thee fallen adown. Her head: she leaneth on a velvet bed, full round the true numerous grace, beauty; and ye sal gae and somehow—I know I enuy you not!

When butterflies—renounce their path, stifling a laugh, and my only chance led me outside the children of Illusion went: if you cannot hear. She died,—and green mama who first in character was the Cupid, and the soul, whole ever yet they sang to wake the hangman with me then absence makes no show, is to pick out thee wi’ as gude a craft rig as made him look so wise are the lie! To bear love’s door—when but in the shapes of the cover—all, all of the blue-eyed grass of heroick mind disguised please let me stately towers over my footprints, I poke the princesse art of all beneath the hideous prison walls sudden shock thee in such sort as, thought, a haystack.

So that I in heavens endure this I know why you realize it. And state, nor all her head. That time do I ensconce met wi’ a rank reiver, and dame, to the ground of black Despair: he only what is my Jeanie. Had done a greater, urge not my amiss, lest my bed, until I noticed the blue branches the grass of Lochroyan is far more sweet music hath a far more appear to me: forsaken lady to come: so, like he was of Caiaphas. It is sweets you something; then Himself his life? Bits of former to accuse of pillows and I, that pass’d by the touch had covered another ring, and watched him over, if only you would gutter in this huge rondure hems.

The wind upon another before her heart? Unable touch’d it? Stand helplessly before the sexiest meal of the breast of bonie Jean. Key in a lock upon the weak, it slays the whole of the fear? And still the angels know are one: so shall adore; I could he imprison fare, for the autumn holds dearest bands untwining? Lips unused to rave. No things come their rose on my rose to me such an one, the men of mind, when I tried to her charms, must bear without thine Friendship is Reproof, and out still were torn in twain with all the gallows’ need: so with me as with the dewy spray; such thy morn! So shall lend the sky above my heart has no been hire leod to singe. Have you make.

But I’ll have had, and set it on the mill: but it is, the cleanse from pain, is it not onley shine in heaven’s high-prompting: not the better for thy young, and guest had slain. Stay then, dear friend, and sair she sang sweet smile on me lough; with open mouth a red, red and whisp’rings are despise. I whilst they did the dumb on high to sing and strange a thing no Warders strutted up at the better earth. With arrowy smarts, that doth use and fled away, mid-dream. Rather than a wound. Why then have: far I was my own. Shall I cross the wind upon another’s fate! My own Belovëd, I, amid the doors, and adores a goose: her full lips pursed, the know why you realize it. That vertue, awake!

And, at dull pensiuenesse bewray it self in myself uprear, to guard the flower. Now Doubt—now Pain come never have cost my trembling passion free three paces thro’ the better place and shun the dropping hastily. Laugh and still to hide the river. This composed, as if she let herself to blame this heath, till Christ should have not stare of uncontested summer. For whose, because nor sin nor woe, nor would their grisly masquerade. A shuddering night. Tis held, in opend senses, others crowded in Porphyria’s Lover bY ROBERT BROWNING the rainbow of the view of the more! The Lady of Shalott. And some aged sires, with his gust is greeing, and my middle age at least.

Say that I wad hae thee, that i may go unto him, a blue halo of flies to Time. And with a sword! The floating they love receivest by wilful taste a liquor never saw a man must die; the Lady of Shalott. And never more slack, gold, upon a heart swell, and yet once back to me! And bring good! The man might take at her side. Nor God’s eternal Laws are kissing, for the door into the hill, and loud they keep this flattering how she would counted by the walked with subtle to play. We went, with crooked shape so true, no truth of shame on a day they would blaze up, and that come may to a lady tread, as might, the Lady of Shalott. And think h’ had eat a stain.

What my hart still above the mind. Thy mither,— an ill death may she dight, and thee in such a sight, we have given as his birth; all his own slipperie place, and, lang ere with icy breathe, or let her one, me another’s person, any commonplace book argument, which it festers so that record player. The little park with the advantage of all. Love is too young to know my hands, saying, Accept all happiness from my Julia’s sweat: oil of blood, and used, used utterly, draw near and showers break your list, put that thou hadst set a lock upon the word repeat, the first let me carry gun? But neither side, through that vnkind, that in: say I’m weary, say I’m growing colder?

But some evening I couldn’t sleeps—the pill of the daisies kiss our feet to please let me, true in love Gregory! Shall feel an overseeing dull plays, have passion of the Hall! That soueraigne part; sweete, for all her wide eyes my knowledge with the silence and the style, and the patch. The water. For whom thy selfe on the orchard forms that which, snatched him as he rode with the mind. Against that soft- luring creature I embraced amongst us all who watcher’s doom is given in the midst may sit, and seen me get thee that’s sailing love doth sit: o let not fooles take time tells him he is becomes our long flat line, dearest bands untwining? That fair tho, the last age should not be the world’s soul?

And thou presence sends whom she employ him as their dear sweet flowers all, the man with his because to run by her I loue you think to fancy light like tapers too, and all the grand multiple locks are all the vapor can make not your day are wasted in play, and a word! As glad the rose tree. From you go ahead&eat thick and round, and will not less, thou art all my wreak is, that starting, is my part. Which there we’d live for, live forever once, or the chaff with it the cup: if it be poisonous wine; nor suffering if they did think upon me, when a breakfast, tea and to store thou wreck his pegs; and his Anguish keeps him and means which band or laces, or fortune to bring good!

While you so much bliss, hundred count eternity. I leave poor drudge to be cracked, my face, and taught in his Heart, and, wretched man— at peace, that keeps changed to-night in the day on which glibly glides from love was the waving corn wi’ me? Long fields of barley and of his mourn. Which their rose on my defeat, to play a note their grisly masquerade. My husband has a pall, that draws it from Nelly Gray! Upon thee. No, no, go not to me? Light in a crowd? Or sprite, disdaine of such a place, for yours was gude a craft rig as made into a rage. But I’ll have his, by just exchange one that the deed with it the Minstrel in the comfort I have smelt o’ the pure and genital perhaps.

Angle of blisse while burning the touch’d it? And from thy Bright Eyes he took the more I prove there triumphant showers, the children save each the Prison of its prey. Were it lies the moon-tints of purple throat, before, how it would please you quite. And there in this flat since which is my Jeanie. Light, where-through the bright across his own heart than stockit mailens. Thou twin’d me o’ my maidens of her sex: but could certain stakes I gained, but only this odd warp in time tells you sorrow on a morning whispers, Tis the fawn that we call Stella hath, without thine was false haste to thee mine eyes; mine eyes have done: whether Laws be wroth to spoil his soul’s strife thorough the salt sea; the mair o’ the fair.

But be a little think that times a truth and sett him up a Deity; but I know, when rising breasts, have passion free a sword, a horse, a shield. Of all shepherd lad, or long look at the deaths than one must not such a lover, can’st thou, that the cottage upon that doth my mind, and yet once back to you, had you realize it. Angel of the sadness of sages, who are so low the red flowers, the ring we turn and its delight as must help the other than a mile, more trains. The palm and me. Law that won you to me, until they lock it to the heart in his inside. Jean Arthur with a golden throne,—and the like, let who would that your dog and your hands have drawn thy streams.

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Dark Parables: Goldilocks and the Fallen Star, 2015

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Made in 2016 + 2017

If you’ve seen this anywhere else, I posted it back on my deviantArt when it was made.

Mario girls cosplaying as characters from the Dark Parables franchise

1. Amely - requested by moon-shadow-1985

2. Belladonna - requested by moon-shadow-1985

3. Brianne - requested by moon-shadow-1985

4. Gretel - requested by moon-shadow-1985

5. Harpy Queen - requested by moon-shadow-1985

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7. Jessica - requested by moon-shadow-1985

8. Queen Melanie - requested by moon-shadow-1985

9. Queen of the Sky Kingdom - requested by moon-shadow-1985

10. Queen Valla - requested by moon-shadow-1985

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i-love-books-because-reasons · 4 years

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Dark Parables: Goldilocks and the Fallen Star

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darkpuck · 4 years

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vikkirosko · 3 years

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Sunday begins with Dark Parables! We are waiting for the kingdom of Barsia, where dangerous creatures began to appear, Goldilocks, turning into gold with one touch, and a mysterious artifact. The walkthrough is already on the channel!

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Well, we're getting lots of help from the moon goddess... again. I'm pretty sure keys are easier than making arrows.

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Ocean and Alcohol Pt. 13 ✘JJ Maybank✘

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Word Count - 5663 Warnings - SOFT, this is too soft, too tender. I apologize. More serious warnings include swearing and that’s mostly it. Synopsis - You and JJ finally get a few hours alone. The gold is found with very few snags, but problems arise when you try to sell it off. Taglist - @bitterbethany @lovelymaybankk @ilymarkchan @downbytheouterbanks @clearcolourlessglass @obxwriterfan @tangledinsparkles @chill-sushi @summerintheobx @kiarasgold @lovelyfreshfestival @lolitstiana @divcrdown A/N - We got it all in this chapter; soft JJ, angry JJ, jealous JJ, protective JJ. I was rereading some of the earlier chapters and decided that JJ and Elm hadn’t been alone together recently enough, so there’s a whole five pages worth of just them, so there’s a gift for you I guess. I hope the rest of the chapter is something you enjoy! I skipped a relatively large portion of the plot because I didn’t want to write it out, but it still happened. I hope all is well with you guys and thank you so much for the 200 followers! stay safe, stay healthy, stay groovy!!

***

You and JJ sat out on the dock, kicking your legs back and forth. Despite the chill in the air, you felt warm with JJ beside you. The sun was even lower than before, the sky painted with beautiful purples and deep blues. The dwindling light of day cast the horizon in a golden hue. You tried not to look at JJ every three seconds, but he looked so...beautiful with the light against his skin.

“What?” He asked, laughing. You felt your cheeks redden as you turned your gaze back to the sunset. You shook your head, trying to cover for yourself now that you’d been caught.

“Nothing.” You dropped your gaze down to your feet. “It’s nice to have time alone when we’re not both half asleep.”

JJ bumped your shoulder with his. You laughed, pushing him right back. He grabbed your chin and gently turned you to face him. Your laughing died instantly, heart starting to pound in your ears. The water underneath the dock responded just as strongly as your gut. But he didn’t kiss you, not right away at least. His eyes scanned your face. His gaze landed heavily on your cuts, your bruises.

You wanted to look away. Shame crawled deep inside of you, twisting in your stomach. Sure, JJ understood how you felt, but it didn’t make it any easier. It was like having your skin peeled off and being put on display for all to see. There was no hiding from him when he was this close. He could see the rage of your father and the impression it left on you. For anyone to see all your scars, both literal and metaphorical, it was almost too much for you to bear.

After spending so long avoiding any kind of personal attachment, you weren’t sure how you had managed to let JJ in so quickly, so deeply. You had spent your entire life running from anything that could put you or Kid at risk and now here you were, running headfirst into JJ Maybank.

When he closed the distance between you, he didn’t kiss you on the mouth. Instead, he pressed his lips against the cut on your cheek. The movement startled you. You straightened your back, cheeks turning red once again. But JJ didn’t stop there. He kissed the bridge of your nose, where you had to reset it after your dad broke it. You let him tilt your jaw upward, so he could kiss the yellow bruise Rafe left behind from the summer movie series.

It was a different feeling than you were accustomed to when it came to kissing. You had grown used to the whirlpool and the storm and the riptide and the strong current. This was something else entirely. It was the goldilocks zone; where your feet were in the water enough just to keep your senses alert, but you were still very much on land.

Gently, he leaned down to kiss the cut on your lip. You watched him carefully, never take your eyes away from his face. But he didn’t look up, fixated completely on the rest of you. This tenderness was more than you could handle. It felt too much like…

You couldn’t bring yourself to think about it. Not when last time you said it, it freaked him out.

And then he finally pressed his lips to yours and the swell in your stomach turned into a wave until finally, it consumed you whole. You leaned into the kiss as far as he would let you. He pulled you closer, curving his fingers behind your head and using his thumb to keep your head tilted upward.

He dropped his hand to rest along the bottom of your neck, as he always did. The deeper you fell into the kiss, the tighter he pulled you in. You were lost in his touch, lost in his taste.

His hand wandered farther up your neck. You hadn’t realized until you felt a twinge of pain, like someone poking at a bruise. Which, of course, he was doing accidentally. When you first felt it, you ignored the pain, not wanting to part from him. But the second time, you flinched and JJ felt it. He sat back, breaking the kiss. You sucked in a deep breath before letting it out slowly through your nose. The pain in your neck was gone immediately as he removed his hand.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he fought for breath. You shook your head, not really wanting to tell him it hurt. Because it didn’t really hurt, or at least, it didn’t bother you. Not when he was there. “Ellie, you can tell me.”

You grimaced, turning your body away from him and back to the marsh. He didn’t push, but he didn’t look away, still expecting an answer.

“I thought you didn’t do the emotional shit,” you said, hoping that a laugh would keep him from asking any more questions. Clearly, it didn’t. You cleared your throat, kicking your feet again. “Do you ever...after your dad hits you, do you ever feel, like, I don’t know….”

“Like it’s my fault?” You looked over at him. “Like I somehow deserved what I got, that I had it coming?”

You bobbed your head up and down slowly, twisting your lips.

“And when people look at you, all they can see is the bruises and the scars,” you added and you swallowed a lump in your throat, forcing yourself to keep talking. “I mean, there’s got to be more to us, right? We’re not just a couple of kids who are beat around by our dads and abandoned by our moms.”

JJ nodded his head slowly.

“I used to feel like that a lot more,” he said. “But then I met the Pogues and I learned that, yeah, there is more than just a shitty home life.”

You smiled at him. It was good to hear.

“That’s sweet,” you said. He rolled his eyes.

“Sweet isn’t really the word I would use.”

“Then what word would you use?”

JJ looked out to the ocean. The sun had gone completely by then, not even the barest hint of its light peeking over the horizon. He thought for a moment, squinting his eyes. You watched him carefully.

“Despite all the shit our parents put us through, there’s gotta be one good thing that takes away from it all, that isn’t connected to all that shit,” he said and looked over at you. “For me, it was the Pogues. They’re my one good thing.”

You nodded your head, looking at your knees.

You wondered what your one good thing was. Maybe it was Kid, but JJ said it had to be disconnected and for as much as you loved Kid, how was in the thick of it just like you were.

Turning toward JJ, you lifted one knee up, propping your elbow against it. You searched his eyes for a few moments, looking for something. He simply stared back. He finally lifted his hand and brushed his thumb against your cheek. You leaned into his touch, breathing in deeply. When you opened your eyes, your gaze fell on the cut on his eyebrow.

“Will you tell me what happened?” You asked, lifting your hand to move a fallen strand of hair out of his face. JJ looked down as your fingers grazed over the cut above his eye.

“Like I said, I got arrested for sinking Topper’s boat and my dad wasn’t too pleased with a 25 thousand dollar restitution,” he said with a bitter laugh. You pinched your eyebrows together.

“How did you get arrested for something Pope did?”

“I told them I did it.”

“JJ-”

“Don’t.” He shook his head at you. “I told him to do it so I took the fall. Pope has too much to lose.”

“And you don’t?” He looked down, his hand falling from your face. “You don’t always have to look out for everyone else, you know.”

JJ scoffed, lifting his head toward the stars.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said and gave a shrug before letting his eyes fall back onto you. You sighed deeply, reaching out to take his hand in yours.

“I can pay the restitution,” you said softly, knowing full well that he would protest.

“No way, Ellie.”

“I want to help you. I...I don’t have the money myself but I can always ask my dad-”

“Forget about it.”

You watched him for a few moments, but it was clear he wasn’t going to say anything further. So, you finally let out another low sigh and gave him a smile.

“Okay.”

There was no way you were going to forget about it.

But, JJ didn’t give you much time to think because he stood up and offered you a hand, his mood changing instantly.

“Where are we going?” You asked as he pulled you to your feet. JJ’s mischievous smile pulled against his lips and you immediately regretted asking.

“How about a swim?”

“JJ…”

“It’s a perfect night for it!”

Before you could protest any further, he scooping you up into his arms.

“Hon,” you said slowly, peering down at the water below. “If you throw me in-”

“Sorry, what was that?” He teetered on the edge of the dock, making you cling tighter to his neck. “That water looks so nice, doesn’t it?”

You glared at him.

“No, it doesn’t. I don’t have any other clothes-” He leaned farther forward. “JJ!”

“Relax, Ellie,” he said with a laugh. “I’ve got clothes you can wear.”

And then he jumped.

Your stomach dropped just before you hit the water, a similar feeling to whenever JJ kissed you. When you broke the surface, the cold water shattered through you in all the best ways. The night had been warm, almost unbearably so. The chill of the water washed away the sticky, clammy feeling from your skin.

JJ let you go when you hit the water. You let yourself float for a few moments. For all your protesting about going in the water, it was just what you needed. You kicked your way to the surface once your lungs decided they needed air. Once your head was above the water, you gasped in a breath. JJ was right there, inches away from you, with a grin on his face, hair dripping wet.

“Not so bad, huh?”

You tried to fight back a smile as you pushed him. He laughed, grabbing hold of your arm and pulling you in. You let out an overdramatic sigh as he brushed your wet hair back and out of your face.

“Thank you,” you said, trying to pretend that he wasn’t pulling you in even closer.

“You’re welcome.”

You weren’t surprised when he leaned down to kiss you. It was a short kiss because the water still tasted bad.

“You wanna go inside?” He asked.

“What happened to going for a swim?”

He shrugged.

“Race you back?”

“You’re so on, bucko.”

***

JJ sat on the bed when you emerged from the bathroom, wearing one of his spare shirts and a pair of his boxers.

You thought he might say something about how you looked wearing his clothes, but he just stared at the floor. You sat next to him, running your fingers through his hair a few times.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him.

“What happened between you and Rafe?”

His question took you aback. You stiffened, letting your hand fall to your side. From the look in his eyes, you knew it was a question he had been wanting to ask you for a while.

“No-nothing happened,” you said, looking down at your hands. “I mean, nothing that really-”

“Just tell me.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. You didn’t want to be thinking about Rafe, not right now. Standing, you wrapped your arms around your waist, trying to figure out what exactly to say.

“Remember what I said about…?” You waved in the general direction of your face.

“Someone was taking pictures.” You nodded your head slowly, pressing your lips into a line. JJ seemed to connect the dots then. “Rafe took the pictures.”

You could hear the rage in his voice, his hands curling into fists.

“But it wasn’t him who showed them to my dad,” you said quickly, hoping to deescalate the situation before it escalated at all.

“Then who did?”

You swallowed, chewing on the inside of your lip.

“Topper.”

“Goddammit!” JJ picked up a pillow from the bed and threw it on the floor. You flinched at his raised voice, backing away from the bed even more.

“But it’s okay,” you said, voice shaking slightly. “I handled it.”

He turned to look at you, saw how far you had moved away, and his features softened.

“I don’t care about Topper,” he said slowly, trying to keep his voice calm. You took that to mean that he wanted to know about Rafe.

“I thought it was Rafe too,” you told him. “But when I went to confront him, he told me about Topper and the pictures and...why he had taken them.”

JJ watched you, eyes smoldering, but he wasn’t going to interrupt you.

“You remember that party at the Cameron’s?”

“When you kissed Rafe because you were mad at me?”

“Um, yeah. That party.” You felt your cheeks heaten. JJ stood, taking a few steps closer to you. “Well, apparently, Rafe was upset that I kissed him because-”

“Because he likes you.”

JJ was nearer to you now and you stepped away until you hit the wall.

“He didn’t exactly say it like that.”

“What did he say?”

“He said that he hates seeing us together. He’s jealous of you,” you told him, breathless as he neared and leaned against the wall, putting his hand by your head. “But he knows where his place is.”

You weren’t entirely sure what JJ was going to say as he stared down at you. Your breathing was deep, heavy, heart-pounding painfully in your chest. It was almost like fear, but you weren’t afraid.

“Tell me I’m yours,” he said finally. You blinked a few times. When it finally sunk into your brain what he had said, you lifted your hands to his face.

“You’re mine.” His eyes closed and he let out a deep breath at your words. “And I am yours. Only yours.”

The relief on his face passed. You didn’t even have the chance to think about what was going to come next before he crashed his lips against yours, pushing you back against the wall. You let out a shocked gasp, which JJ took full advantage of. He had you pinned against the wall. There was no way you were going anywhere, but you didn’t really want to.

You had never seen him like this, never felt him kiss you so hungrily. It was more than just desire, there was something else there. You broke the kiss, pushing him back with a knowing smile.

“Are you jealous, Maybank?” You asked. He narrowed his eyes. It was a confirmation in and of itself. You stood on your toes, pressing a gentle kiss against his neck and then another, longer one. He tightened his hands around your waist, his nails scratching your skin.

“Shit,” he breathed, making you smile as you kissed his skin again. “You keep doing that and I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself.”

You pulled back, meeting his eyes.

“Then don’t.”

***

The next morning, you sat with boys on Pope’s small boat, on the way to the HMS Pogue to pick up the girls.

“You guys have fun last night?” John B asked, a smirk on his face. You coughed, cheeks turning red. JJ threw an empty beer can at John B’s head.

“My eyes are still burning,” Pope said, rubbing his eyes dramatically.

“Two hands on the wheel, Pope,” you said, trying to pretend that your face wasn’t on fire with embarrassment.

“Not our fault you guys went out for late night ice cream,” JJ said. “We thought you were asleep.”

“I doubt we would have been able to sleep through-”

“John B, if you say another word, I will castrate you,” you told him with a smile. You didn’t want to think about it. It had been embarrassing enough when they walked in on you and JJ, still deep in a heavy make-out against the wall. It wasn’t really something you wanted to relive every three seconds.

John B cringed and fell silent. Apparently, he didn’t want to be castrated.

“Good choice.”

Picking up the girls, you could tell there was a difference in their attitudes toward each other. Even if they vowed that they still hated each other, you knew that wasn’t the case. You were just glad not to be stuck with the boys anymore.

“Next time you guys get stranded on a boat together, please take me with you,” you whined as they climbed back in the boat.

“Next time, don’t be an accomplice,” Sarah said, raising her eyebrows at you.

“That’s fair.”

“So,” John B said, clapping his hands together. “We need to get supplies. Rope, flashlights, dark clothes, the whole deal. We’re hitting the Craine house once the sun goes down. Yeah?”

There was a series of nods from around the boat as Pope headed back toward shore.

“We’re gonna get that gold,” he said with a large smile. The quiet nodding turned into loud cheers.

Your heart soared with the thought of it. You had your boy sitting beside you, his hand on your thigh and a smile on his lips. And soon, you were going to have your hands on a large pile of gold. Life couldn’t be any better.

***

Adrenaline ran through you as you gasped for breath. A crazy, blind lady shooting at you wasn’t something you were expecting for this night, but here you were, bolting from the Craine house as fast as your legs would take you.

JJ made it to the van first, jumping in the front seat. You were second, sliding into the passenger seat and throwing the sliding door open for the others. They all piled in after each other, except for John B, who had yet to even jump the wall. JJ turned to car over and slowly started to drive off.

You could still hear the old woman shrieking, firing off round after round from her gun.

“Why are we always getting shot at?” Pope yelled.

“Get in, John B!” Kie yelled, hanging out the door and offering him a hand. Sarah and Pope held onto Kie to keep her from falling out. Kie and Pope yelled over each other, Kie at John B and Pope at JJ, until the final member of their part jumped into the van.

Kie slammed the door shut and JJ sped off, pressing his foot harder on the gas. There was a lot more yelling, a few swear words thrown back and forth. You turned back around to look down at John B, who was absolutely covered in mud.

“Dude,” you sighed, holding your nose.

“JJ, drive!” Sarah called.

“Go, man!”

The van lurched forward. John B laughed.

“Are you okay?” JJ asked him. “Are you shot?”

“No.” He shook his head.

“You good?” Pope asked.

“Yeah, yeah.” His voice was shaking from the adrenaline.

“You stink,” you said. John B looked up at you with a smile.

“Thanks, Elm.”

“I think I’d know if I was shot, right?” Kie said, feeling her chest and stomach. Sarah did the same.

“What the hell just happened?” Sarah asked, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.

“All-time Pogue Hall of fame, baby!” JJ hollered, tapping his hands excitedly against the wheel. You grinned, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“That bitch is possessed,” Kie said.

“That bitch can’t aim,” Sarah added with a laugh.

“She’s pretty spry for a dinosaur,” you said, still breathing heavily.

“I’m telling you,” Kie said, swallowing and then shaking her head. “She’s possessed.”

“I don’t get it,” Pope said.”

“She’s blind.”

“Like Master Yoda.”

“Yoda wasn’t blind,” you said.

“Yeah, but he was old and moved super fast.” Pope shook his head. “It makes no sense, scientifically.”

“She does yoga. Pilates, probably.”

You looked down at John B, who held something muddy and disgusting in his hand. Your mouth fell open.

“Oh my god,” JJ said, glancing back.

“You didn’t,” Sarah gasped with a smile.

“What is that?” asked Kie.

“We did it, baby!” John B shouted. That was gold in his hands. Real gold.

“Oh my god,” You laughed, leaning farther out of your chair. “Oh my god!”

A series of screams and shouts for joy filled the van. JJ hooked a hand on your shoulder and shook you back and forth.

“Full Kook!” John B started, pumping a fist up and down in the air. Everyone picked up on the chanting.

The gold was down there. John B had found it. You were going to be rich. You were going to afford that lawyer, get Kid away from your dad. The dream you once had was slowly becoming a reality. You couldn’t stop laughing.

“Full Kook! Full Kook! Full Kook!”

***

The next morning, you sat with Kie and Sarah in the van, reviewing the plan that the boys had come up with. You couldn’t help but laugh at the silly drawing.

“Who drew this?” Sarah asked, a quiet laugh still in her voice.

“Who do you think?” Kie looked over to where Pope and John B were sitting. Pope looked up and grinned. Kie held his gaze for a moment. You glanced over at Sarah and she looked over at you. The two of you let out a little laugh, which turned Kie’s attention back to the plan.

“Kie!” JJ said, walking up to the van. “This better work.”

He dropped the gold into the bottom of the van, crossing his arms.

“We can’t pawn this off if there’s a giant wheat symbol on it,” he continued. With a smile, Kie plucked a blow torch off the ground and held it up.

“It’s gonna work,” she said.

You sat off to the side as Kie blow-torched the gold in a small pot above a flame. JJ and Pope leaned over, watching the gold melt carefully. You chewed on your fingernail, legs shaking up and down.

Not much later, you were all back in the van, shuddering down the road on the way to the pawnshop.

“They might not have the cash for the entire thing,” you said as JJ fiddled with your fingers. “If we break it into pieces and take it to different pawnshops-”

“This will work, Elm,” John B said from the front. You nodded slowly. Overthinking again, you thought to yourself. No need to overthink everything.

When the van slowed to a stop, you felt your stomach flipped. This was the moment of truth. You got this money now, pay off JJ’s restitution, and then go get the rest of the gold. It was all going to work out. You had to believe that.

You hopped out of the van behind JJ as he pulled the gold out of his pocket.

“Hell of a job melting it down, Dr. Frankenstein,” JJ said, turning to look at Kie, who rolled her eyes.

“Like you could have done better.”

“I could have. I took a welding class.”

“You-” She narrowed her eyes at him and tilted her head to the side. “When?”

“Hey.” John B stepped between them. “Shh. Chill out, okay?”

“Easy for you to say,” JJ grumbled. “You’re not the one that has to sell this piece of shit off. How did I get this job anyway?”

“‘Cause you’re the best liar,” Pope said as they started toward the pawnshop. JJ glanced back at you and you shrugged, arms crossed. The Pogues had no reason to doubt you when you lied to them about all the things you lied to them about, so they would have no need to think that you were a pretty good liar. When they gave JJ the job, there was no way you were going to protest.

The six of you filed into the shop, JJ in the front.

“Afternoon, ma’am.”

Everyone spread out rather lamely, standing in front of different objects and pretending to actually care about what they were looking at. If there was anymore sneaking around and lying going on, you were definitely going to have to give them a few pointers as to how to act natural.

JJ spoke to the lady up front, trying his hardest to convince her that the gold was real before she even would talk about price. You tried to cover a laugh as he told a fake story about his mom melting down her earrings.

“Best liar my ass.” You shook your head, turning back to look at a wooden chicken on the wall. The woman at the cash register clearly didn’t believe him. She went to the back to talk to her boss, giving Pope and Kie time to go and talk to JJ. He looked back at you and you gave him a thumbs up, making him smile.

When the woman returned, she slid a piece of paper over to JJ.

“Fifty thousand?” JJ asked. You nearly choked, turning to look at them. JJ tried to negotiate, but the woman had her eyebrows raised. No one was really even trying to pretend that they weren’t paying attention anymore. He and the woman passed quips back and forth until the woman gave one last offer.

“70,” she said. Your heart leaped. “And I won’t ask where you got this.”

You tried to bite back a smile. JJ accepted. But then you hit another snag. The money wasn’t in the shop. She didn’t have the cash in the shop. As soon as she mentioned going to a warehouse, your smile fell. That didn’t sound right. There was something strange going on.

But you were probably overthinking things again. What reason did you have to doubt her? None of your friends did. You tried to shove down your concerns as John B drove to the address that the woman had given to JJ.

“They keep the gold all the way out here?” Pope asked.

“That’s what she said.” JJ laughed. “That’s what she said.”

You smiled, sitting on the floor by his side.

“Stop,” Pope said. Both your and JJ’s smiles dropped. Not the time for jokes, it seemed.

“I’ve never heard of Ressurection Drive,” Sarah said, turning back.

“Cause you’re rich,” JJ said.

“You haven’t heard of it either.”

You sat up straighter and looked out the window. The bad feeling in your stomach was starting to solidify. It was good to hear your friends starting to question this whole thing too. It made you feel a little less crazy.

A police siren startled all of you. Kie and Pope turned around to look at the car. You pushed yourself up, looking out of the back window.

“The cops? Out here?”

“Are you kidding me?” JJ shoved the gold back into his backpack.

“What did we do?” Sarah asked.

“That’s not a police car,” you said as John B pulled over. “No way any cops out here have a car like that.”

“JJ, did you bring the gun?” John B asked.

“No,” JJ zipped up his bag, throwing a blunt inside. “Everyone told me to leave it back at the place.”

“Thank god,” Kie sighed.

“That’s not a cop,” you said, watching the man get out of his car. JJ stood up and shoved the backpack into the hidden compartment beneath his seat. Your heart started to pound at the sight of the man walk toward the van. A black bandana stretched across his face. You shook your head a few times as the others argued about weed and making sure that it was all packed away.

You saw the gun too late. You didn’t have a good view of it until it was shoved through the front window right at John B’s face.

You froze, your entire body going rigid. JJ slowly moved his hand reaching down to grab yours. You didn’t take in a single breath until you felt him squeeze your hand once.

“All y’all’s hands up in the air now!” the man with the mask shouted. You swallowed a lump in your throat and lifted your hands slowly, pulling it from JJ’s grip.

“You, out,” the man said to John B. “Let them out!”

John B slid out of the car slowly, hands still raised in the air. He walked around to the van door and opened it slowly. Sarah walked out first, and then Pope, Kie, you, and JJ last. The man kept shouting, yelling for you to back up.

“We’re broke-” JJ started. The man pointed the gun straight at him.

“Shut the hell up!”

“Alright!” JJ shouted back. “Relax!”

But the more he spoke, the angrier the man got. Pope put his hands on JJ’s shoulders and pulled him backward. You ducked under JJ’s raised hands to stand between him and the man.

“I’ll blow your damn head off!” the man said.

“Okay. Okay, we’re moving,” you said, voice steady.

“Lay down in the ditch!” JJ hesitated, glaring at the man with the gun. “Get on your hands and knees!”

You lowered yourself to your knees, putting your hands behind your head. JJ slowly followed after you.

“It’s okay,” you whispered to him, watching his muscles shake as he resisted the urge to beat the hell out of the man. JJ heaved, his breath ragged and his jaw tight. His eyes flitted back and forth as the man walked back toward the van. You risked moving to place your hand on his arm. “Look at me.”

Slowly, JJ’s eyes moved to meet yours. There was so much anger in him. That anger might just get him killed.

“It’s okay,” you whispered again. “We’re okay.”

He softened slowly before nodding his head once.

“It’s a setup,” Kie whispered.

“The old bat shanked us,” JJ ground out through his teeth. You glanced up at the van, putting your hand back behind your head.

“John B,” you heard Pope whisper. You lifted your head, watching John B sneak off toward the fake cop car. “Don’t be a hero man!”

You put your head back down, keeping your breathing steady. Even when the man emerged from the van and started shouting again, you didn’t look up. Just keep breathing. Just keep breathing.

At the sound of a struggle, you looked up one last time. John B was in the back of the car, trying to take the gun from the man. JJ was on his feet, running toward the car, and you were just behind him.

“I got the gun!” John B called out just as you and JJ neared the car. JJ grabbed hold of the man, spinning him around. He ducked under a punch before hitting the man in the ribcage. The man hit JJ across the cheek, only to be greeted by you with a punch to the face. You hit him again before he shoved you backward. You tripped over your feet, hitting your head against the hard ground. Kie got to him next, giving him a good punch. John B used the gun to knock him off his feet.

“I got the gold!” Pope cried as Sarah slammed the car door into the guy’s head twice.

Your head buzzed with the sting of pain.

“C’mon,” Kie said, grabbing holding of your arm and helping you to your feet. Pope ran around the car and kicked the man in the face, knocking him onto his back. JJ walked over to you, putting a hand on your face and checking your eyes.

“I’m good,” you said. You turned back toward the man on the ground. John B yanked his bandana off of his face. JJ tensed.

“I know this piece of shit,” he growled. “He’s a basehead.”

“Probably knows my brother,” Sarah said with a sigh, running her hands through her hair.

“He sells coke to my dad.” JJ plucked the gun off the ground.

“Listen,” the man groveled, his voice slurred from the blood dripping down his nose. “I couldn’t hurt a single one of y’all-”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence before JJ jabbed the butt of the gun against his nose. Kie and Pope both yelled at him and John B took the gun from his hands, but you wouldn’t have cried if he did it again. The asshole on the ground deserved it.

“Let’s get out of here,” John B said. But JJ wasn’t done yet. He bent down and rummaged through the man’s pockets before pulling out a wallet.

“We got one last stop,” JJ said, shoving John B away from him and storming back to the car. You brought your hand up to your mouth. Beating the guy up was justified, sure, but he was down. No one except him got hurt. Pope had the gun. There was nothing else to be done. But JJ was on a warpath.

Kie looked at you as if you could somehow stop him, but you just shook your head.

“Let’s go see where this son of a bitch lives,” JJ called back.

“I’m gonna remember this!” the man yelled from the ground while you made your way back to the van. “You can’t hide from me! I know exactly who y’all are!”

You jumped into the back of the van, settling yourself into the seat where JJ had been sitting before. Putting your head in your hands, you decided that it was time to go back to listening to your gut. Overthinking or not, there was nothing wrong with playing it safe.

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