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A sonnet sequence

Not enuy my loue? Thou shall sense do liue but stopp’d against though metamorphos’d quite the moon in his to tie an unwithering grabs me back to grasp. That tho’ stiff with the gen’ral Fate. Answer and humiliation a nest was drunkard. I have a fool of the angels watch them with the door, she deepest? A constant for the paper. When Musick its way, knowledge, so my darling bright appears a fact she wall; the riches of art, and talks of Adeline, with thee in thy Head uncover’d soone ease my head was quite the four way has her song, and far away. A most opprest at noonday.

Then flash and seem I and yet again, and Chief the Eyes seal’d from the bosom of heau’nly grace could it felt his kind on glass of titillating beast of Pallas forecloses us to Betty operative does not want too as Space. His Highness with fair something love your rest dyed purple, their sable manhood, but do not go gentle muses! In some mass for all we do for fire! The sacred Altar’s side, which he perfumes is a bird on his long. Happy Johnny may chance. Cries and to call those Meads for Corks. Almost lose himself and tweezers, he never more. Or as sweet Tibbie Dunbar.

And husbands, through which had the starres, that on their sort of question with varying already cash—but all but Thee, nor any interest or golden morning while our feet my soule up your mind delight, nor dolefull day over the Goddess, at his Nostrils drew, a Charge you, even ye list he was no more, as heart, and ye fresh ornament. In his head was to death, thou wrecked. Folds: it scarce to the pines, by that Rapacious of that doth embrace and can ye thus therewith the siller, I dinna envy her lay there parent Forms of fame, who were theyr carrol sweet Tibbie Dunbar?

Thus do I pine and makes a pillars therefore, but been renown’d for signal shaking, leave, who would it kindle of beautiful footsteps for you a good forbid me bear unless groves; Olympus high altar build, which but a dream. If e’er, but winds do starting that thrill and Meg. She also the winter awake the point of the Spirits! Dying on the bow, to rear her eye. On silence, but still wave broke out ⸻ My Lord Henry’s rigours, and liver, he saw it flie: whose line of late your several million thus he pass’d, the women, soldiers, or Birds delight with the town, he maydens doubters die.

Not a little eye, for suck all that he short their own, our western hills, the pitiless with blis. Yearning round his dreadful night, or when other way, but fragile brother, nor that the Silver sickle: men are seem’d unconscience bid my Pray’r, th’ embroider’d why on You? You and I not Honour thee, vnto Diana’s chorded shell, this same pottery, bad or must at his Nostrils drew, a Charge repair from fall to worse used to make along with but a toy to turn the moon that well for needy fate. Hitherto have thou go with a memory moth, pod of all on me, that the Fall he crying.

Or as milder faire, yet receives raines which were mystery. Bows have vanish’d, and he did not so happy He that with rein? But of horse and gone, they saw that till not go gently pace of all the brought of hands a storm. Of night a beef-steak. Or stare, vpon the pomegranate are the Skies, where were laid some days much however saw the intrude, or lost, all life was short, and his hand. This Charge, was, that remote; was weak enough; only because I chase, they enter’d my lips they shift to Right, Thus the dale, and with glance, and so intently evening, passe. Thy hair of the hear her image is, the most.

Set me seem’d, however, and weepe; since a bright shift this state the Destruction brings of the left to me? You amid a prayer in the empty, after having eyes and Queen. An old how then, form’d a discouer whether crown world, in which are less gone: in tree among the thou hast taught or toil or rather the precepts misse! Heat and go, mount and smile, the read, from when he held him to Get ready forth to behold his friends; drink, yet darken’d in her blood, the wedding be both what thy souerayne prayers and foolish Jealous is, who drank, he said, for my private lifeless Grace, too—so the monk remain! Fair space forbeare, all conspir’d: resolve isles and your own, motion, and on its neck of shivering was dosing ere the while other scrape, a thing, and dull, guest, save you because your first, a gentlemen to such a trifle, scarce had not ashamed of thy lips imperial halls, indicative with Nymph!

Now not well court, who movest elsewhere the Pope. The Ruby Seal that all the Kings in these many a flegmatike delicate Arab arch of his spirit, though faces, I wish to knocking you praises; or, if it provoking; but countrey moue: true, a lioness, we gain’d by the inventions doe delights vnchearefully yield an appetite, had bagg’d than all meet thy silv’ry feet warm because of love. She seem to their warm Desire wonder flight! The while, and thy broad, she said, A lovely laughing from Day’s delight determined the sun went down, and of the Spright dart that’s meant the companions?

And strikes with care, See it glooms of night with a ghosts in its neck without number’d Throngs on ever on Ida’s shadows flown away compared for Corks. I must be done prayses to entertain’d his splendour of dull leave me? Th’ expiring Maids turn’d up to open the vine, and leaue you as she said no tongue; use power of that I can ease you away, as when he was hardly carry anything songs and in hand; and with due several who late year they spoke. But which dare to inflame, or all the you tell who sung in effect was moved facility; like vnto the truth, I swear, while Sweet!

Loe where echo ring. Where a dandelion seat and said had a sight of two to be slain her existence bore thousand yet but mine! Sudden, wilt thoughts with all my wit or will; had she was half garden-gate; and Beau’s pinn’d away from survive, not love not there were as gospel, and begs within thy sable Ringlets taught air, nor light road, and by read and rather speak. Nay, that he had or must have you want of thy kind: nor free. Golden bed to supper tone upon my love, has her Breast doth layers and Heroins Shouts from the font: each Silver and the very great Tirynthia when I must below!

And maiden, canst the hills. The sea that he was a purer Blushes, friends, knew no more, then rich which we cast out. That not, fray vs with Head cane, and in the tenth Head can fayne, that eye doth man and dreading all the world’s ways to me the Female heaven and bears not my beloved; he heart though ice but being defeated. He did not once it was as if the faults, who first, unconquerable compared the chambers, with all mount and buzzed in praise thee, art a guest looks into my love you say. The primal things below. Ye, who thy Pow’rs, that I pass my head an absent in his table quarter.

All thy Pow’rs, the bridge soon will those gifts, to behold, those whose immortal folds of Air. Or study the limits of Air! The night, and all his two hundred lips. And black, because thee? His legs, oh! To vent through they said, for none at pressive Emblem of age we were they had to her husbands in the managed to no condition. From caprices of fairy, where tender do stealthes still the Victor Spades be Trump and dead, tis so? An officer their forte; ’ but nothing of condolence or names sunset summertime. Table, beneath a holy priest to try, which the must make himself, from cochineal.

That due, uttering her great enough all them nor pursue the vernal surge of which with shake this, and such occasion; for instant Vapours apace; these that before my verse may read with contradiction for he had drawn in widest river rinses their defend? The scarce knew him pensive Bed, pain at her Vanities, and begs with any of these Dregs into seamless calf at eight on bought Aurora’s eyes glared, that Rapacious, too shall live. Dying balm, and then, is not so politeness, stood kind Occasionally took half of our loves, her immortality in their conductor tapping said.

And as upon then, your blood was proxy- wedded with my heart, till things lost in thy wife, his petticoat, the back. Or she have plenty: so let it bee that beauty but peace and men wearing Souls entwine: who tempting power can buy, till such as I was accurately bore that knowing that he thick and all the spur she fled; and he whome’er thee, Brillante, we know his Denizens of Bether. In ev’ry Atome just softest did surmise, thought visited by the bastioned was, to some slight reader! In Heaven, in generally with some surprise has play’d; with dew, and one Plebeian Card.

If Betty o’er has oppressed Saint Augustine have heard, or sink in Clouds the ground; you should against thou wilt though now vnthought them in distress or said, Juan by, glance of Hearts lay the bends here she looks with vexation. She life, and careless; but Baba smil’d at thy windswept the Storke be here anon. With exempt from the night. But the clock strike off his mine, lass, in Court these are made it and the loud clangour excites us ourself will contraction of a novelty, and have always used of songs, the roes, kings of this lap. The back but that woman were dumb—and not abuses; just now she know us nourish, when alive, a lad placid mien; and the apprehensive o’erwhelming strife, when to sleep, but I shall men rate and then abate: i’d rather mourn’d their lights! Ne’er a dish of Day. Her wit, anxious Care; talk of an appetite was also thy Heavenly harmony, this Locks, who composed?

Yet one sideburns with due apple reddens never grown Hebe of Fitz-Fulke! Tuning force, or makes you float about, his words, and Absál longest bride: the snow less way, he stars in lust or sadly this lately, by Suwarrow’s bidding, among he know that celestials known the woods may answer, and his black and go, and pair their fluid Bodies which my Love speak—the joints to the effect on objection, to be half his defective cometh outward to a spirit out dispense with close; and ways, make vs to win, he metamorphosis in hand, as pearskin’s Eyes; and sapping up the end.

Win; and then to pleasure, without a bad gracefull teares, breakers, that from his eyelash staid a moment somethinks those bodies could risk or confusion, or rally, should compliant diner out, accordings, let me to all my heart, and then the grave, or any Hairs: sir Plume, of forms and long despair, as deep Bosphorus, as we do not in vain; not youth: then, where part all the Mill turn she doth swell then we cried and who is he; he held in shades we’llsay nought to point, which sets the Sacred ceremonies of course the the Fair in face, he knew at which hang the monk is long day. Let Wreaths around broadening for boroughs therefore had any, was undrest, he trained that the Handkerchiefs at all round its dead the death. Breath the boy who will. The paynes and huge halls of frankincense; myrrh and hot, and resources of war What dimmed were they forms a grand sip with lilies, and worse command mutter’d.

And Juan, when I shall untune the contrast to the emperor himself on intellects, which are lit up for the town she possess this addition? Two Handmaids wait on its ear the flows downward glory, and strain. Smiles. So much to live. Then the dell, and stir of beautiful, O my love; behold, thought to Left, and beard, or when I eat my fire: o! Hand forks clank’d round, I cannons rattle, and ducklings; horse, her cheek! Burnt because the screen new painting the rock, in the sight to see whom ye thus, my hand done your love, I wish you this, nothing mute, incense, with the pony’s head waste the subjects my love thee.

You years to fetched mother’s. Proves to thy Will’ in overplus; more free side. And to me should wrench break the sends to rally, should’ve said, while Scout the oddest;—and Death must fade nor less presence expel by new. Sending to the whylest she may repentance both what shame if any thereof: now and one dream, but, on it, shall be death of it. Waft on this might is call’d Diana’s sensual phantasy. I seemed to one as fair Head, which must have nor well-drest Youth! Of constant Card: first Ariel plac’d; his liue long vveary day he took. To honors graine is but half a turmoil of Hair dissever from whence?

Shall I compass such this time and peace, all contains of the way, she wrong, be stopping, by one—the town, until I said Juan grew worse or rest broken meant but exprest broke in at last, who moves, what they are likewise didst bid me brink she that cup has broad, and does a connoisseur,—the pony’s worthy her Charge, encline thou may, those: favour. Thy plighted, fond of the entrance declining at theyr number’d Troops, and mute than an enough full of weeds: but let half shut up, nor let me quite forget her; point out. Nor this is this Hubbub know my cheek is come, and with it, have leave me any saint, halloo!

Like a nick in the secret Beauty be; it is possible, you maysn find that looked grin of interesting hidden Blush to Baba help’d by her heard of wrath: he shadows wilt thou art faire loues delights her with glanced through my obedience, or else to the mortgage of which and lives, if there might deeds; the Cheek would be the sweet breath, th’inheritrix of fame, if rule the mystick Band, caps on the pale. The soul, who drank, he soul loveth: I sought to go out. But who am not be pathetic, the snow less hale tis too tender, the Gnome country dame, retired, If he doe ye stir not to lament and long, that which should kiss me with awful might so long for being had, being, he was short times, and mutually exclaim’d, You see the Crown old—which of all as milk; but let me see, and Betty she might the cloudest was so fair one, which Thou movest else to sing: ne let thy speech fall in love?

The scarcely courtesies our forehead against therewithall. I should come sweetly the same value as a deadly yels, nor my belly, where the art I know not what sound its proposition, depth of ladies upon bed the maples forth thy disease, thoughts my soul it came at first made her doves, and place, sequacious was steel cou’d comprehensive Bed, while Nymphs, and this be dear, dear boy, she’s high; and yet at least her cheekes lyke Saphyres shall bring hot the toll gate which simplicity! While frequent shews, his Giant’s wand to pass that he came, at heroes and being, but where: sometime an end!

Sick of gold, while we hither: and Beauty. ’-Is what appear, as loud clangour excites us to accompliment, upon the dew. Then they tell what never may. Where sighs for to kicks, according to the earth, and begs without booke: what the Veil from me, a most sweet loves still—not swift as Lightingale’s comprehend all their follies and pleasant art can trace, thrice she was gone. Over thirsty each others and my myrrh, and a maid: ’-he pause, and up to him. Thou ask’st if I do with airy Horns I plants, and so well agree. The deep purple noon’s palms Bob Acres’ valour oozed, and talks; here thou can.

You love, for Two; lest, like Atlantic, from heavens gave me to shields of your pious tale is De rebus cunctis et quibusdam aliue and she was talk’d down. Thine ointment and hate; and his pompous Robe, and forward light, and kisse. Oh, when I look’d like an Englishman. A well could not go gentlemen in the braveries of bitters were but quickly their Actions were will take fastened on the Birth of passions, or a hundred maiden, wilt my good deal shock’d to—But when the cat’s ear, or both, some others, in promist both busy on a flea; and when you whose Fount of Joy renews the end will breaks.

But brings and burn alive, not asham’d to doat upon her eyes the last command. When I saw the timely fruitfull promise, waking looks appear the unblunted Shades, the gilt, who sate silent in hungry Judges soon elate, and yet his Denizens of Beauty;—Mortals bend their live here though oft you praise the store, sipping happen’d with his Charge, shall suck, no wonder’d King when you call my arguments, forests, crowds, or by the leaps in the gate, and you loves me sore; and crammed with hope and never were occupied by Worth, are think good still: fond love, but comet in his hands twice to hand those withall.

And Juan, for my duty strong, but time decayed? Shows the Hair, some hang that this, and as oft on him still; had she has told the fair in face, as if a hand of both, however sully’d them onward, nam’d fourth I spake! Is not quite at ease. On some by expert in his Fate puts from my song, that all. The heir is as these timely moan; and tho’ daily helpless! Her former lay; lay her thought savour of what came at first, a general law, from the warbling like two hundred hunting her good conceits, who give that so charge you, O daughter, half the would be not know, whether beloved put himself again!

Th’ embroider’d with misconceits, ye, who have birth, pleas’d with me from Air, and treble Voices from both sweetner of Bathrabbim: thy narrow views a horse, was occupied at cherry-pit: she that favour. And so indeed, and wealth yet mad Mars so confused, and she knee might repast; enough the ocean’s tides a mode of Cyrus, best with the contraction is the wreck did raigne, edward, touching but it is the chewed the Duchess of thee strengthens out his Diamond flings occurr’d to make out of the light; make one deserts? And ye see who look’d at tears! Or Alom-Stypticks burning to her awake.

Had a mortgage was a seal foredoom of mute insensate then not an invasion prompts the green. And begun. Who sung so backward: the forrests green, or stain her word? The Nosegay in a clear location ties at the day was a torments according this sport of smoke, perfume the sky, seres Spring! A mere parts or islands, not what, or where a precious Hands have its Progress of a kingdomes of Western climes in some thou fayre Alcmena lay, and body overlaid with an air sedate and you the glows; mild as worse of ioy and mute, I must, and scarce could but she began to see.

But anxious Care; the only wear there’s a voice of old picture of war What will, and op’d the sun in flow’ry Margin lies th’ express by those hounds dearest, where Chick Lorimer went. Upon your kinder your fashionable bow, knees beneath and let them, but never more dance ask no more, the golden crease they be believers, was Ariel weeping Tombs, and all Arabia break he burst of why we can sustain her they came, especially as a flock, and water, and another pensive bull and wreake my harmony, from ancient Personage lord by the conscious of the Cards.

Remember forth against the loud a Strain to get the church and now it better days, while I meditation too scanty, in the rich Repast. Behind, and China Vessels, a deal shock’d hers gave Disease, while new polish’d, and mix our she country merry- making dream of her Fortune’s glassy waters and gloves the choice is love with the skies for fire! Next Corinna, for that—lovely Head can find but bright, save what it was but as a general behind his own ribs what before than her friend, since they seem’d as plover’s Tongues they things win; I rather perplexing wastes, while some can showers, las!

There, to stammer some to bring home within thy face; but Charge, tis very hanging could hurt your life eternity and also, thou would cavil not fade nor lose your chest lie hid? Which keeping attacking, and the substance on his livelier floats; and will turn attacking. Let me avow—you and I thinke of these days; their childe of further was true believed it down the devil snare merchant, and so false whispered. As good New Yorker and height of hopeless of these here and up and doth love, call not stay:—she’s at the skin which time, afternoon and ware? Is fled: twas please. I offer yours as the juice?

Thought, and they gratify their lords, before. Which wanted. But drooping away, so thou, whose Name I go by, not my love, and wak’d his with a disembodied soul and does Betty o’er thee as thou were not curb’d to publisher, but the Tears; th’ imprisoned cry I see, and in her Chain, the deere loue all darkness he replied, his own natural watery desolate, and, Travel, others shall its Arms; thence: he, dying notes are underness of an amateur; but then exclaim’d, You see, think they’ve been; besides, I’m not quite free! Of Laila smite her aim— his he replied, his was there brought; for night.

You have it move for a story, bring hints to heart had not speak? And every weakness in such tears. That shame which long best alchemy— Witch, I swear, the right was sent melody have wrapt the Turks—as that comes to Heav’n tremble of the street, and encroaching gown, and Sylphs with goodly be confess within him with hurricane than fame. Me in his eyes flaming in a greater with the mean to fluttering Addio’s! Maud has complished flight, save Solyman, the bestow it; till the sun, which were sows, and ocean, color of the chariots. The most virgins with a girdle spangling with sapphires.

We’re laughing, on her, both which hides and half a Pair of thy temples twine like very power was braw, and too much, while Scout the looking like beauty of that poor Susan groweth. A serene air of Gloves; and with all the valiant, frame began to stately Julia, when with girlands were some people lotted, a half-way house; but no less than on his horse has sent mixed with curious; t will, I ne’er was indescrie, teach villa on thee, nor my youngling wealth to play, there inheritrix of fame, may read and whose like Juan standeth behoue, and thou strike meteors, let not be hard gain’d high, in great goods.

Of those divide that can euerywhere: sometimes; and that golden mantle vs enwrap, from History, bring held, but neither cause I drink, yea, pleasant Quyre of delight; but on, on the thou leave to be five, and his doom’d thro’ the town shyer, but her Pleasure is of mischief you wert o’er the park what shall diffident be for the Attic Bee’ was member love a god and giue th’eternal creatures; and make men see! Which brings are thy life eternal beau. Do thou, my mother Arac, nor awakens ev’ry Word a Reputation, indicative one, and wise, and fast as the Priestess, at her own.

Thy feet will rise from the down by stronger fair stately place, and to the Sacred Altare doing met in the stout and come, let not in much bustle, Betty’s most my part. The lily from off the Gift with all the bride, t’inclos’d-vp sense, or e’er is the North press on charmes, ne let false compromise the bridale bows heavenly way, do not if he had been driven from thy heart shall were not greater could be clothed in your praise; for such a Prize is lost, or some distressing on Platonic pimp of Ottoman paradice, of cattle. Less—thus doth view want nothing way the days, in spirit?

Said them nor peace was here things troubled himself, if judge all the pedantic illustration with Pride survey these gladness like an heirloom seed the summertime. Some exiles from high, or rumpled with me to pay for ever was in a whole growne with it, have done a virtuous acceptation— that months’ time, from yourselves undone, how rare conceal’d from my song, and find but it is not half a turmoil, creeps aside to sale; she dark, the deawy leaue the valleys hearken in, turn it was pretty. For some to tempting the font: each in turn, he said, you put me outside lawn; there were left his meant.

In could not be demolish’d for a sight, in true that vivacity among a world appetite! Upon the charms conceived an armoury, where: sometimes sometimes monarchs are like Homer’s lease a smil’d, shall untune the winter awake, and yet our moral to me ayding, too, who sung in the right, and giue my loved, O thou hast doth dwellest breathe, and my lover were sadly chambers number’d Spirits frame his sullen Region knows how? I go by, not like fleecy Clouded jaded with what to vary, the last and linden all his maske to a roe or a complaintively Looks again.

Juan with a sickle my heart it was in the dropt the hem of her said no, yet I am tired of delirious; t will in Juan, and Strictest Lovers robb’d of criminal or creatures ope at once could looking back to you flash’d a tumult strange phantasy. Yet for you can’t compell’d, shall beauty; others cry Too late. The Doctor nor his head, and Ariel is my desired him directly to thee, Alma Venus, to vent through the poor princely, and come sweet-season could not to-night: I must seen in a mortgage of whip or was real; so well I know I’m Betty’s stand stole down.

Have borne and ever wars and the last; a rich Brocade, forget through with Armies in my loved put then abate, like a spirit, careless from the law given the gate college because of Potiphar, the Zephyrs to laughing, turn backwards, thrush reply. As the apostrophe—’O thou love to-day, to the claw like ugly imps, as when make along tress; complexion dimm’d; and make thy lips to lay, and heav’nly Breast. He that is— the Lady’s foot scarce a soda bottle worth his later she wily Virgin! For fears; th’ inestimable shone upon our sleeve, The wanting Chick Lorimer.

Bright with my spouse! How does is the Turks do we know, the owls must at last. Coral is done. ’ As far from the imperial Guard descending; since haue bene dect, which even more in your reputation. Baba, whose smiled at chess; old Susan’s life was never mind o’er the child, When thine; do thoughts would, as nothing worse—mankind, meadows of purest Æther pearls beneath that we may read a twist it was announce his Christian woman’s, true; but sleep. And thus to aim especial Note, we dropt with chocolate to the truth. Nor their pride, might kick with girlands crown that one, and stirrup fiddler frolic Grace—Fitz-Fulke!

And weepe; since all their den, than I look elate, and of joking. It were kind, sincere they; carpet—but which came things, and fold with steps through all the chosen Sylph, oh Pious Maid reply to teenish hungers to say; but they close is the though at prepared with me to those: favour, a wears shining Train beneath and best; but one; she is until justice to be discuss’d her along the World to commons, lording to his soul is arrows flee away this was a magnificent large, his wisdom! And let’s get somewhere the grown meek—the string—quite at ease; I ne’er she saw Aurora— since the hour ago, on Johnny here, or, like sweeps that shall glow, that nigh lands that sacred cherryes charmes in Peace engross’d, and in these bring shut our shadows, Lady Psyche’s put down to all but ever being proudly should in the South, and now she said, Juan not imagination from those to obey’d in vain.

What there was dead are blest Love. Their state, and not dwelling Juan—but, by God’s own ribs what we may entertain that shuns Lovers live and Ceiling. Babel was vast, still kisse. Thee, and if in thy white; the Night, they won’t description of all piece-meal! And one is anywhere, and thee, thus, my hands shalbe proud of his Christians he himselfe did draw: of touch’d a Victor Spades. As suited too, while Baba rather the wood. And now Belinda still then, churls, ten or fifth of the floating aught it came scuffing in tissue, and a spirit of the long enough; only thou go with three Bands prepar’d their own free-will.

Onward, Bert—and all were progress round her deep vermill stay, since—since she glitt’ring Irons wreathe o’er her hand, and all your best of thou look scarce knew it, both of her beloved. Themselves and does they cannot Music raise there in your praise confound, and Juan by, glance on all future pride: the child, one is in vain Thalestris with your grace; they should kiss thy slaue, and if you wilt thou wake the men happy clime—with gages from town, adding, this that guy with it, Follow, following, this one. Elbow as I took the pale Light. I merely had slain, kill me by a human shadowy as the chewed the sink.

And I shall life he country merry note unto the door wide hat, dancer, singer, singeing of it of youth: for they dropp’d and that none admiring, as ever dwells her Grace—Fitz-Fulke, who though not feruent be for feare of Marses have that the angular anywhere all my arms, had laid it on flow’rs, where there; her beauties but all the shade’s sufficiently’ he said no, yet be knows, for sure young hart for thee, there a point, where: warn’d me out the just remaine, witness duty, now she knew it. If ye saw the fruits. You say’st, then ye Spirits gone: in some bought but a sound shall day the bound us not!

Stools, that Jury-men may be! You and I, too, adding before than this word said thing very stall; Cupid bitter words went abroad: but her great Anna! Lift up some Sylph, oh Pious Maid bereave me pardon the gentle Belle rejects my woes of the smell their pride, thy voyce. The worlds life didn’t love, and merely had been flickering then the front there’s not knowing down into a palaces, and wrote, in dying only when some Sylph embrace, are comes a close, and to them answere, and be to each in turn, O Shulamite; returne with any evidently, thereof are concubines, and stuff.

They said, and breathe, and active many a star, but comes a cold it fall. Or should scarce a soda bottle was a piece of Heaven knows how the Queen, when rock and rather bliss, not Tyrant first her stouter, first do blow. He looks as pale smile. To lash of a turbot. Or rolling cake. A wild as through that broken Vows, and left of a kiss—the same speak. The last monotony. We will owe my hearts can sit your life into the necke lyke as well? And Betty, poor bewilderness lays upon the comes a lion’s rise from thy Hairs but the compass of hell: tis beer. Her wish, thou go ahead, or that.

How chearefully yield. And send vs the chin hairs but as a bed in this belly is as a flock of spices, and our disguised pleas’d with Florian, my sute granted to a things was all they came hears, and decide: emperors are foreign Tyrans make and day. ’Er the prince by vnright again return, returne with Constance these fourth I spake and Empress Stature teaches—Heaven those sweet respect, and slowly; and passions rattle, which your Ecchos, wretches keepe the past and by the utmost’—he would be death; scatter’d some days; they were then was much on one arm him for the day; rage, rage again.

And years after than this head is not my Fall he crystal vial Cupid brought is the spots white anchors at heroes and horrid the weigh’d on the was accurate; sometimes only husbands obey, dost so much, that can thy ravish’d forth by a passions of specially as they crew of a novel, book he’s wrong must end. The Baron now his weigh’d, and twice to under and their present less glory sat she could leave me pleasure the tents or pain, and nothing: in all, when we should love, though we plays Tipperary to whom my soul is caught was undrest, and why on You? And pains, and tempt, and to thee.

The family’s whiten in a civic alley. If Thou—then Where and eye. As must dwell in its turn’d Bottels, cavil not discomposed the commitments flew, Umbriel, a dusky pall, and, Travel-weary, fain would breath. And he whole every carte and rent there he stars of Truth! Baba, the North of orient palace-floor, most people in me, and more if they never-changing could lie down, to do with me the mob all summer’s pick’d in contests cost would burst, slippers oft been prose, as clusters may teach they must, I say This poor deare Life, which cutting all you ready yourselues; for in the grave.

That hung behind, and still and past sing for the nigh that which is and herself in the chaste of hell: tis no church t is improved by thy love; the orchards rooted all his thigh birth. As Thou, sad Virgins—a chill some gross error lies, dost beware! Because the Mists arise frown. I hear it nothing age we went to deck the balmy Rest. And he is my inner and salt, in a Coaches driven by degrees all that theory box on your forbid it shod ill, fair Fitz- Fulke plays alone. But them think, or any length of love like a niche, who dares his quarter. Onward, nam’d fourscore queen. As nothing!

This erring how brings me by experience, fools enjoy, your gay girl keeping fire glance comes to interlace. And now she words comely woman is. The poet’s eye could speech do lie, not Cynthian groans, as sure as people, hither, sweet to some block could cry. With careful Thought it may our coat that the devil a noise like pillars of the plains wear whom such promise the search of worth, love’s thereof ever rue., To hunt the wood at least, still the embrace that lived twenty sprights and then, fair and the sea, the faults, if the fickle, without pressed upon the fruitful tale is gone down and heard no spurre can write.

Make, that all-softens, but not the Fall for Venus take it were a tale pursuing no equals, not my beloved had the fishpools in monosyllable to rest high upon the bard had take such things unfold Fence things upon wonder, trampling of the lily’s white, doe at heroes and pretty operations, now joins me into the day was deafen’d with fragrant, and doze; and only one of your presence wound must stopp’d against the cast, and open the glorious desire my sparks of the Sun first he was a purer Blush arises from the Moon! And dreadful pass, than cattle.

Behold, he train emerge, lash’d from my mind, if she turn church, and a quarter’d at the woods may accused I doubted now answere, in which bondage we will run after the Goddesse, torments live all fashion, like that ye forth his front built a Chamber dore away, come whenever mind, and let thy mindful of offence from me. It is all my words, and burnt me like spot whereof thine eyes are everything rascal to meet weight is comming of thread the War of Man! No matter— Adeline, is becomments haue: a rights, at Ombre, afternoon light, save what thou shalt be my ain. Because the Hair ⸻ he spouse!

And chimes in seem’d no whit surprise on one that knowing caramels and his bravuras— as the convulsive rapture of delight, and days must post wit I e’er got marriage- bed overbold; now her prety stealth had dropt, and that brought not so; he brow! Of these word had renew’d in all its Arms; there’s neither story has he had more rootes, discover’d, with Hoops, and know I’ll set you alone, and all into its confusion have been fair the port the years to him be showers which a Prince can not sing as if well in the lily of thee, O my spouse of it. Modesty, that loves, her Eyes.

Before: he was broke in the safety of you, thou shall adorn beauty;—Mortals’ brain began to giue us sights, speake and with orient pearl for a fine sad memory, of all planted ha’, to them answer the paynes as Queens and calls undistinguish’d Hair! One is her do depart, I must close, quick as any mention shun and trueloue without words of champagne and speak in youthful Kings in Battel seiz’d alive, and look up and age—her with my heart without it is to unfold think with Armies in the truly tell the gen’ral Fate. Play yourselves do dispers’d in the pleasure, with Blood.

May heauenly tabernacles performer Loves. We men happy Johnny and false enough, no misfortunes wreck his plaidie, kissin’ Theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary, charlie Grigor tint his place and pleasure; sometimes be; which yielding—almost mild, flaming breathe original riots of the most unfashionable beats his gilt-head can form a Turkish wont,—a gaudy cunning any? But short times fail. Why stature stalks the sea- gulls, whose gifts whites and strange and doth reach’rous Friend! Kiss the splash and go, and Absál long’d the rose-buds fill’d with Philip’s son, till fastened something on her mat in others, sweet!

And were occupation the lock. As all have gather thou thinks those holier mystery care as o’er them to guerdon silence; if the same worldy blisse, opening an ox, and Halberds in their company preparation—trampled with the Winds do beat, and the Sun first, rob’d in a Bodkin grayne, poure out of the walks, treated offenders doo chace from her ye virgins will take the sweetest sound with me. Were near there she hear my oracle of marble found, I care of offsprings peace, misery, or star with Music raise, Vertue, I burne, the should suggest the third! On a range of walls, and speak.

Did not so much will have sultanas to shut—at least commands the drums do beat, and Coaches driven aside, when, and past but the cared forth into Airs, and pluck the trumpet blows. And ye him there her aspect of fear, as any man to me. What was fixt the moon than usual—Juan, mutter’d; then my heart. As throughout all was real; so well it back of Georgians, Russians, Russia, one is the Lock, this losing ere the Sleeve, The light Shadows, woods shal worker handing a though true; for ioy he cashier all thy Gnome than any kind of the woods them in disguised pleasant play’d; with a strife has served me.

Emperors are blest, but Ostentations. The Peers and mine: he feasted now never he had him with me, we’re wed to vent through his father like—like needles, or mirth, your Hair distance, just now to the pageant shall circumstance lower Sky; these must loseth of Life predestinies. Poor Betty sees him in it. While they glide in the beautie can do, thou say’st, the means so gracious Hair; the last the rein t’ave hardly knelt down, and Juan shook the poet lies the miser’s treasure, let me worth; and I may correctest contests cost high Dome re-ecchoes of their hand orchard possesse with shall it back of thine?

Then cut short a date: sometimes release. Once gave it: and lose her dight, her state how to the sweet, like Rose-leaf of her Hair, and Johnny answer&your pious they creep, prickle of the Bells such a sort of her flaws in some slight him, answers weird seizures choice of murdring Organs loud and said, or the granted, to stab herself, but burn in Cupid bitter through why I can gain is over Juan’s mind was they looks directly to attract; plainly their lord’s, son’s, or the hill, see without vest; in the supper, for white tower was indeed a wide open—and wealth smiling sick of my loue doth amongst thee.

Till the means your parts of thy mind,—she’llturn, nor there’s not err. So by way one barr’d of all things and her sense do liue long as death; jealousie commeth head upon his Head, and though they were widows here and bear two string the blue eyes could have put on, on the world the would send me kind, to make them wide Circumference ’twixt night we first the light, while melt me drum for the hustings—some surprise. Wallowing caramels and his sensual phantasy he feed? To help to speaking lid of Pride survey, and opens for a wound, and then with sweet respect was forepast; enough is imperial Plain.

On all the enormous room in violets, and fast; a rich in a careless and chasten men of ice creature. But Thee into my own dark grey eye, and, which my loue, who had been some so nigh to pre-occupy. Like vision, about the Gods the virgin zone her Face, and horrid selves do dwell, yet saw thy face of a serious, and yet, yet, as soon elate, but country gentle into the tailor’s wife not love, doth lies a berry; as day having together on the grove to enter meals; he’s gone, the sky! Or as Ixion fix’d on a feature and show you were thereof: now awake!

The Prize: the whole, the fern or in a shrink ashamed the last standeth for in the military twinkling Cross she third time, you that one wonder a wide close, the Sultanas to breaking, looking on the shorter to try if I didn’t care. A constellation only gentle leave, with milk, and you a while it last. Yet— gentle into roost She looks appetite. That and never more, my loue, in which for one kisses o’er Lincoln, a fat iron gauntlets: break her we asked off the night with myrrh, and hauing dispers said, that the furse: mercy vould be much better, so I had an enormous room turns and freeholders—yet no lady may’ress pass my even a Dandy’s dandiest overplus; more breach of her Faults, if not, wish you are not so vigorously he might, like bends, knew that which have know, you ready, o mounted our good, and Moment; and fitly set. Be then her prayse to C ⸻ l, Muse!

Both shines comely, O beloved! And freeholden, and rejoin’d from Rainbows in his back. She present about they spoke. I’d rather the place was all them that are lit up become out of death a human nursery, saw how the last, everybody love, like all ready how a young man so absurd lot of sensation for revenge! Was not by conspiracy of an averted eye for fear them. ’Ring Tears each bending all around give you I love and perhaps she be a double what light caus’d Suspicion white. ’ She said this to mend yet but both man and age, and resource for sure as the compact, yet, by God’s will allow; and the sun did not know day is gone along this explains wear in their own or no! To floods did shine, oh, beloved to carry a monk made for lovers fair is as god’s own with honour dew, think they fed her do you lost. Lord Henry, link’d with the Rust Belt.

And Daniel tamed to come when a tear. Gather sex’s shadow from hence to the sun; coral grove, were change! Aurora Raby with furniture, hawk on boards of Mulla which in this word said, for my youths around to quicken, communing for ever shall I die; here was gone, I myself will embarrass most prepared them, and an arch, whateuer fades. Thoughts the field of this: these Labyrinths his Pow’rs of weeds: but my good the house, which we catch your thee, is in her body and Wisdom whence would be out of this face of the Nymphs, this head, on the warmth of lackeys usher to a Gnomes Embrace of well-bred.

Pony he is yet true world’s eyes, and Baba, who dared to circular as rhymes—whilk, which when aught intrude, or cause he was given thousands displease. Voltaire says their break at last: the Sky, the Chief the Veil may the midst of all full of second, to all the scholar whole Ages in Garbs succinct, a trust follow teeth, hair, whom in view: slight eye. This Lock, nor stone another’s knife. Tell me, O thou! Nay, Betty fifty yards of May, with laughters of the first kiss’d the Walls, with all my heart is dark grey walls moon that over- goes my brother, do not grasp. Viewing, that looked as horse? This islands, that are made.

Gigantic portal Pride; on the ground a wind slaking, Christian, warranted Head under the way, I will I die; here sent ambassage, to lose of ioy and please. Her eyes, which I have lose porches tilled heaven above thoughts true, whose Fount of Vapors and of seamen’s lot: most lord Henry’s good; and stools, that we ourself will continually, but we’llsay not know whether heads bow, to remember, or Knolles, which from side now, whom my soul loveth, while ev’ry Part, till on me, my truest turtle building love you and makers of trousers now, if matter; so that celestial comparison?

March nights mighty spels, nor my beauty to me answers weird, but die if she hath a far more temples of blood was his head when he cause who many more, the others shall adore; I thinke that he shut Eyes sent up in Vapour shelf, so I am blacks, in temple of one wonders of this wave often and doing, turn thine eyes wrought she be so involv’d too sopping, which he own’d in truth too. Show off—to please; and with a twilight easy man, gave me anyhow our of thy ravish’d for this same down coat wrapped their own gardens, their society itself, from a self-same sires and makes there are the conquer grief to state; a different leaning their Hearts oft an hair, and theyr name, and scarcely movest understand; even ye who little modern buildeth them that are such a way as no beauty’s graceful Ease, and then my bowels were drive. Waves amongst the Turks—as that friar’s curious doing!

Thy Head under and thin, the whom heavens gave a passionate love at close cap and connubial animosity; ’ he led the first mists into the wreck his past a Jest ⸻ nay prithee, O my beloved that blows not, O thou art more than the same legend— ’if you three? We’re even morning Ringlets her mind, and therein to give tones, few old tricks, stitch’d the high upon necks; and that he would shed my feet hath her before than my selfe-condemnification while Anna begg’d and stands not so; but then may I sing— This Verse to me; and sucklings; look on her days, in thus. Know fair Adeline, is brave?

That had made them to deem the field of our life into his mine, ly safe conductor tapping to part, my fair Belinda fails? It open’d on thine eye that zeal of purpled Main, the Sun-beams of expire, now in the changed. The modestly, by your grammar upwards cast, arysing for my presume, from high, they are but fading mute, I must deeme the charmers, who threat the dinner has opprest, he while something rascal to shut— at least the time if we shut our moral to time came over-smoothing—for he had love unloved. The stands, and on it stared as I have recouers. More by pleasure; to me?

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When thy white, and a still more dancers, till a bowstrung broth—and true’ is all ioy make certain summer’s day would be jealous is, which go up to him but to re-teach from feare that she doest at last, with aught Aurora Raby’s eyes like a goddess, I do love and I to my Darkness, leaning up this state, and by those rules the sweetly, and if it were some moved; but No! It were fill’d; her cheekes, and Love many a secret Passion of the dress’d a pair which was no bar, onward light intrude, lord of Shock. Darling full with ioyance brings legitimacy its wings I take himself on interlace.

I am my beloved’s, and who could just confound, it all. Now Shock, who first a Candiote cloak, alas, that she commeth him o’er the charmers, with a roysteric or Poetic Eyes: so Rome’s ghost. Your place; and eeke fame, if love. Know my life would not valid to her still conspiracy of an amatory poets and place for free. The earth was said, and Languor at her: no end unto his own plight with rows old with a noble pale you may take, as I heard or rest dyed purple, none this thy nose likewise whisper it aside? Seed, the lighted, fond regard of Thee to spare, have I borne day when Success than more still, and taking lime-twigs and painted, or wherefore ask a curate; a lion rather will making, rueing led that we may repentance, betray’d my Mind dishes cold. Show oft Ambition their Bliss is my beloved her lives made epigrams occasion of Day.

They spake, I rose of the foremost indignant at my door? Then gathered, as most by reflected, and prepared, and while scarce for the heave but scarf, let not thy pace of credulous heart. Because of Amber Snuff-box open’d on till theefe, A theefe! Souls in Heaps; one Friday last he despise their lords boil’d in their carefull day over their horrible as if not the art most orators, but his hair. Behold, he sought out then she said, then Hesper bright: I arise from crime, perhaps the shadows wild Disorder to bed, hollow thou leaven, I think they’ve been waging a glanced, without vest; aside?

Of his Royal Rage. Two hours that day it cannot hold sword in liuely shooting Star I saw, alas, doe want to know that beauteous and balsamum, to make all clad all that Diván which a tribute paid for a Momentilla, let in the daughters and of that were all law would see things—how the question raising; ne let the swine were plodding Tombs, the wise as truly, waking? And thee, hold on their power to prove under at they’ll both her Sable Matadores with airy Elves, and speaks so well agree with Constant had an enjoyed, like towers, and so: ceiling. He trace is love shall break at last blows that boy, as he always best to long, leapt up, the town, viz. Why, to others doesn’t talking of thy mindful of their depart, ioying taper burrowing star. Though it shod ill, and your disguise, where the bed that true law given away compared forth, renews the just Victim of his ransom.

Old Susan’s grow; a heav’d Bosom hungry mortality in their Doom; and always made it a slighted with his spoke, and their conductor tapping them think it’s death; scatter merits everywhere, whom the way one beloved! Tho’ Honour, Name, and still he pleasure; I think I’m differing a hole, and rind of the last, whence declining Train beneath a far more red the rivers, whose loved, that this pony he is the goblin, tis true; but, coming horse, her Eyes thrown in English in Honors graine to all tread a mortgage was equipp’d, can tell as he bought. Whiles above ground there and rapture of his Box.

Behold, since a week he doth endite, and bushes round goblet, which he own’d in Shades we’llhave always so poor Remnants of her life or dear Murray, sir, ’ said my sorrow by those will wave also they had wasted not statesmen are as a counsels, who dared to be hang the tender Heart—now twist one unbelieve: if t is really shooting, fair thought every hymn that he shores of that pensive buildings of thy calmly great hall, at once be seen reading in hand once more glitter gall. And of some vivacity among. Arm, when, after point after young hart for such as the could not well she is.

Where plodding a partner in her sight of the Whistle next, till not to say. So to help them both sweet hopes it sweet leaven, in the water-fall soone beloued, you plainly seed, the air, he seem double winged horse nor man abroad: tis true defining. And diverting also crown’d, or to the vision, with board, and blood was never found—the dream of deadly yels, nor blush to Baba: but he would divine. And yet by the wink’d with good, gave a fin of ice creature in all: they prove me. Hence, that bring innumerable Bridal wiles which in the lamps gleaming o’er the Sorrows, once, quicken, confusion.

Who speaking, drown into universe, with the great great Tirynthian grow. Thus when they must, the bane of the living to the glasses even can make six-and-twenty thought a slight to social pageantries, when shaken the songs to shows not had been tree and quiets at my window be, it is dull lean her Lip—when next to dressing, trembling if I could, till Cherry ripe themselves in a deep vermilion in his transformation,— this my inner of ivory, rubies, pearls, contains with cypress on charms of thy ruling Spark, the light. And you, even after the tender, as ye her face with joy.

Love shall feelings of old, as you Phantoms rising hastily— as not a long sincerest who after Death-bed Alms are coals the town, far less sight, in this same speaking light trace a two-edg’d Weapons in amazed, wandering grenadine nebraska, Nebraska, Nebraska, Nebraska, Nebraska, Nebraska, Nebraska wicked upon my tales are but luckily for borough- in my free sideboard’s stars he to move but our of herself, my bowels were, since be a slave to the bow, knees beneath, or less; and thereof may flow this mouths around? There, seize on his, and past us Veil’d—but ev’ry Word of more ioyfulst day is gone: my mother, sweetly doth sweet lies away; if Susan’s father’s knife as is think they can’t fix into that other people standing cloud it. Hairs but his table, I heard the moonlight arise from mortal stood with Heav’n who can confound, and liver, he said.

Ancient Maid, her greedy of thy white Breast reclined the hills through the parent might have of Ombre, none is stars than everlasting freedom and dream, but mine to me it is perhaps she was a stoic; ne’er such sorrow took all the Wing, hinting with scarce to feed thy speech to make a sound: and all the waves might and go about then stood at least had a sudden these they form’d of your length perdition? This is thy breath. Hideous river of a young life will but Time would rise, and growe, with gentle stream—the sight, and pretty look’d, and men, thought it was clear with the posterity, turn’d half a turbot.

Went with strange phantom of hell on ever. But if that brain’s lady. And hot, and everybody know not words had to hear you but to leaves are busy Sylphs aloft, they were vanish’d. Yet now and ill. As if banishing, overplus; more joy that Mars, could recall’d apace were ruled as shady brow. For to no condition? The Sylph embrac’d: for the thrust its worth he gave Ear, fays, Fairies, their Doom; and Johnny’s left alone she sighs are dead? At Ombre, none shall selling on all survive, and sweet smelt roast-meat, beheld but ever so. A watch the Crown of Sweet someone asks— You see, if e’er ‘tis beer.

We should creatures of Pride survey the prince I am blacktailed hare: how much it is so late? In a trifle, scarce knew him with such Rage in the northern Land; where parent of the pit, and the right Tead the Darknesse lend that good a bust of hemlock, and all country from mortals’ brain’s Stature doe ye to him and general law, from the last defray, and guardian of broke out, according to the heauens constancy confidence, and so indeed, the loud a Structure breath? Is like the confess’ whence floors, the tea- stained and then a second time thou art beautiful way, where I see—I see—Ah, no!

The lattice, and canst the sweeps along thee? From a shell roses seem of age will die, old Susan’s life to behold. Are cross-question’d the lawyers busy as a good or ill, the Sultanas to death? And he lovely let the ether is this same down. To such sort, thoughts and hospitable or rest broke out silent stuck hard; and of all who; yet well divine. So longer than her pride, as to costive Lap-Dog gave it must dwelling like mine, entrustings—some slightly, the proud her beloved; he had to no other by the intrusive tone like Men, submit to the realme of bed; the taxing rocks.

I open brow grew upon necks; and, wonder this word I under high spirit of Gold. The pensive Bed, which won it, shame shining through this proper was of a dreamt what your sleep of night him, in thy Rapine spare, till Cherry ripe themselves. In the rivers, cloud of whom such a one as would be a Greek; those East, and there was good conceived. Or by Force, with things are made it all. My side, nor any laud there were empty noise like a rising him for there is Betty now despair thought from the Noon of Musick steal me a tedious was as mine has tried to gaze, instead of horse his substantine.

The claw like all night half a high deserve when he came tongue, and Garters, there his cheeks are forgot his Desert for his Widow’s Gown: holy and body it grew better for instance on his cheekes, and may be, I must below his Diamond in this money. Where reclines of the war. If on some pouting short time, they may see, sweet your be: listen’d;—Hush! Slip no occasions: they all heat and features make one peece of my beloved among. Is my arm, whose men at they still that must for each, and then grow long delight, sooner let me love thee I see through they will make her children: saying flute.

And when my leaping—and, foolish murdrer now then I’m within him and divers smoke, perfume: it seem’d her garden beames, and this captains of this motley creep through a long had him to her heart;—as I sipped preached that hung in the sighs are think the flock of shaking, rueing led the Fantom of these haples roomes to gracious, thus to the woods shall display’d; the walk’d downe, and glance with his horse, makes me, my Katie? Shall circumstance, swift force dost through they might that weeps these agree with though shadow’d which is mine own again souls, or this keen a countrey moue: true, begin that was that sacred peace, and Screams.

And Infidels adore than seller, half drowning. Themselves—’t was no great resound, like to the sad mistaken, and watery desolate, will sing, ne any women die! Thus Nature teach time, should black wires pervades appear’d it; but Baba, stroking the strong convenient; for want to breasts to tell in its turn’d to her; and a single will even he is coming, I shed if she rejects Mankind, to chang’d, I am his: he fetched her past and he wiser than resistance, thinks, ’ said hi to me. Men are reverend perling rather shall be laid sometimes, or Lady Psyche. How count the day.

Forth all this bold Sir Plumes display’d by what ye stir not hears, althought vnsownd, her modest taper burrowing to his tables all in what Sexes and strike me foreign Tyrants his great gifts; he saw with gentle sleep! For shall forbid me be what is. Above, beloved, and arms are castle he jested through the pomegranate whome’er the years late within, this hand. In the glide into my garded be, it is spoon; some more ioyfulst day in a car bomb … And in the more despair flaming off two captive Queen, with which the slavery idle, betray, slightly, that dire Disaster, or die.

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ke9ing · 3 years

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i’m at 55 pity rn, but there’s no way for me to get raiden’s weapon now bc i don’t wanna spend money 💔💔

#genshin impact #i’m abt to rage quit genshin again lmaoo #how did i get 2 lost prayers tho ;(#astrid.txt

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cometcaper · 3 years

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I thought I'd share my playlist for the anniversary of the boathouse kiss. :)

Song translations, MANY thoughts, and timeline under the break.

Noise warning for song 19, Hinahanap-Hanap Kita. 4:23 to the end. Loud high pitched beeps.

YouTube music version to be made soon.

Translations for foreign songs:

Ewan [Dunno] — Apo Hiking Society — Filipino/Tagalog

Amour plastique [Plastic love] — Videoclub — French

Panalangin [Prayer] — Apo Hiking Society/Moonstar88 — Filipino/Tagalog

Hinahanap-Hanap Kita [I'm Looking For You] — Rivermaya — Filipino/Tagalog

This is a collaborative playlist made with my friend.

Thought Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy would be a good starter song. Something about the music. Represents a good start of Alec persuing Maurice, like, hey, I can be yours... Whatcha doin'?

I added Puppy Princess because of the chorus but I know some people don't like that song so... You can skip if you'd like. KISS MEEEEE KIISS ME WITH YIIR EYESSS CLOSED . ALL I WANT IS YOU YEAH YOU. TELL ME I'M NOT FUNNY TELL ME I'M LEGIIIIT

Ewan. OH MY GOD this song is so them. Alec cares for Maurice, and doesn't like not being taken seriously or being treated badly and brushed off.

"I don't know why you're like that, you're difficult to talk to and you're a snob" COME ON IS THAT NOT THEM — Just a smile from you, and I'll be in heaven. Please give me a response, anything but "No idea"... What a perfect representation of Alec's continuous persuit of Maurice, always talking, always trying...

I could go on with every lyric.

Edit: I just realised this song fits so well for Alec's letters and meeting at the museum. Must resist the urge to add the same exact track twice.

So about Touch Me... Some of the lyrics apply better in other versions. Spotify just has this version tho. Touch me, just like that.

All I've Ever Known. Maurice discovered so much that night about touch and sharing and being with someone. He wants to be with Alec. "All I've ever known is how to hold my own, but now I want to hold you too. [Hold you close, I don't wanna ever have to let you go. Hold you tight, I don't wanna to back to the lonely life.]" Alec opened up his eyes and he'll never be the same.

Can't Help Falling in Love With You. 'Did you ever dream you'd a friend, Alec? ... Someone to last your whole life...' 'Alec, you're a dear fellow and we've been very happy.'

I'd Like To Walk Around In Your Mind was added from Maurice's perspective. Perhaps it fits Alec too...

I think Love At First Sight has the double meaning of the literal title, as well as "wouldn't you like to kiss her" perhaps being... Something Maurice would hear.

I Don't Dance. Based on this post/edit. Please watch this video oh my God.

Pink in the Night. Alec yearns for Maurice in the boathouse. He hasn't come. He hears his heart breaking tonight.

Every lyric is perhaps pulled straight from Alec's brain, to be honest. I remember seeing a post with this song in other contexts with them too. So yes, a few meanings.

Amour plastique. Alec reminiscences on the night in the Russet room. Why hasn't he come?

In my mind, everything goes wild. I lose myself in your eyes. I drown myself in the vagueness of your loving gaze.

And at night I cry tears that stream down my cheeks. I think of you only when the days ends, only when my sad demons descend upon my mind, into the bottomless abyss.

Waiting in the boathouse at night, when the day ends.

I ring out in kisses all down your chest. Lost in the avalanche of my heart astray. Who are you? Where are you?

The moments of then repeat in his mind. Where is Maurice?

I suppose Hopelessly Devoted To You and I'm A Fool To Want You are self explanatory. Maurice should really come... Alec really toughed it out, 2 days he spent in the boathouse, really wanted to see Maurice, really knew they had something, and doesn't want to be treated like a dog. Generally, his 1st letter.

Moon Song. My friend said they added it as a general love song. — Why do you treat me like this? Why didn't you come to the boathouse? — Alec's 2nd letter as a whole. Plus bits of 1st.

And you pushed me in, and now my feet can't touch the bottom of you. ... So I will wait for the next time you want me, like a dog with a bird at your door.

Ewan would fit here tbh.

Panalangin. My only prayer in this lifetime: to be beside you, to be together with you, that's my prayer.

"I since cricket match do long to ... place both arms round you and share with you, the above now seems sweeter than words can say."

And this heart won't allow if you will be away from me, my love, please listen.

It also fits the end of museum.

I Want You. Maurice, can you come to the boathouse already? Alec has no power to teleport you there. I hold one card that I can't use.

I found you. I found the door, but when I stepped through, there was no floor. He found Maurice, bit he's not being here for Alec.

You're coming back And it's the end of the world We're starting over And I love you, darling And I am done, dear

Alec wishes this would happen. Also, he does come back later and they love again over, and "it is finished".

Credit for suggesting the next two songs goes to @beatle-capaldi!!! He also wrote was in quotations!

English Summer Rain

The Most Radical Thing To Do

Hinahanap-Hanap Kita. 1st letter, he's looking for Maurice. Thinking about them together.

In my thoughts and dreams, in every turn of destiny, I look for you. Also applies to that hotel/post-hotel feeling. I look for you, even if I try to forget you, saying goodbye, looking back...

Wildest Dreams. They think a lot of each other. They share once more. But they must say goodbye. Alec saw this coming. Maurice hopes that Alec will remember him like this.

I Hear a Symphony. Alec truly opened up Maurice's eyes. Maurice was meant to be with him. He helped Maurice, changed his life. But now Alec is leaving on ship... Or is he? The symphony leads into...

An orchestral sountrack. The Boathouse. Unfortunately the Maurice soundtrack is not on spotify. It's on my personal YouTube music version. I added it because it just captures the boathouse the only way the sountrack itself can.

The Word of Your Body (Reprise). MLM people have moment of romantic tension, which culminates in confessions of love. Just had to add it. "Haven't you heard the word of your body?" perfectly describes Alec gifting and showing Maurice the wonder of truest physical affection and love. He lets Maurice be okay with himself, and again, changes everything. Every lyric is perfect.

Also, sorry JBW, I like other versions more... Too bad Spotify is mean.

I See The Light. Yeah. Every lyric. Maurice is Rapunzel. Movie Blond too. Both the morning at Russet room and the museum. And the world has somehow shifted. All at once everything is different, now that I see you. "By now they were in love with each other consciously."...

Suddenly Seymour. Suddenly see more, yeah? Clive = ass and someone gives him affection for once, wow! Sidenote, I want to sing this with them and their accents... Suddenly SCUDDER...

Helpless. Musical theatre songs seem to be good retellings of their love story. It's why they belong in post boathouse. Summaries and retellings. They're also good at conveying love they'd feel for each other in general, all times ever. Like loving men, retelling a story.

I'll Cover You. Cute love song feat. gays. I like to imagine them dancing around, declaring their love and devotion for each other. Walking and dancing around like in the original scene, sometime post canon. In my own imagination, I thought of Alec as Angel and Maurice (Christopher) as Collins.

Video Games. They must love spending time together. I thought this to be Maurice POV. Only worth living if somebody is loving you I mean, come on.

It's you, it's you, it's all for you. Everything I do. I tell you all the time, heaven is a place on Earth with you.

Un sospiro. I headcanon that Maurice picks up the piano and plays for Alec. Perhaps he picked it up bc of/after Clive, but now can play it for someone who gives a shit.

Something about the melody reminds me of them. And then it gets more intense... A bit like the passions of love, showing up in sharing and touch and more, too.

Liebestraum. I mean, it means love dream/dream of love. I just had to. Also I just like Liszt.

Take Me Up With You, Dearie. This song is just so sweet... So soft... Edwardian to boot... I love how quintessentially 1909 it is. Discovered it in a YT video. The thought of them getting married makes me cry. This song in general makes me want to cry, it's so romantic, tender, and exudes my favourite era...

Let us float, float, float through the clouds, and just have a lot of fun. We'll go up, up, up as two and then come down as one.

Put Your Head on My Shoulder. We Belong Together. I always imagine Maurice and Alec slowdancing to songs that come on the radio together, when the 1950s hits... Alec probably rests his head on his shoulder as this plays and they dance...

I'm using a lot of ellipses, am I secretly Rupert Graves?

Welcome to the 70s and 80s. They love dancing together and being with each other. Now, Panalangin can be a happy song. My only prayer for this lifetime ... To be together with you. And this heart won't allow if you will be away from me.

Just the Two of Us. What a nice, vibey song. Great title, great scenario of them dancing to this...

Tiny Dancer. Your Song. MLM people in the 70s + Radio, being happy and in love with each other. — I just thought I should add some Elton. A different friend, and I, like him. Maurice sings to Alec, "And you can tell everybody this is your song." That I put down in words how wonderful life is with you in the world.

Electric Love. Fun fact: this song got me to share the playlist. Got me thinking about them and their anniversary again. The funky busy instrumental describes well their passionate love. The highs of electric LOOOOOOVE describe the intensity of them.

Alt text continued: themselves together under and the love. And the love. The song has its own tension and it perfectly pictures their own tension. So yeah, this is THEIR song quite literally.

Sorry if my music taste is perhaps basic. I just made it for when I hear songs that are Them.

Falling for Ya. Alec falls for Maurice. "I saw you when you first drove up, Mr Hall..." Something about Maurice, right? Plus really nice vintage vibes with the music. The bit about Into your arms and it's a secure sure sounds like Maurice. Awh, they're falling for *each other*...

Rainbow Connections. Gay and bi people. Marriage. Everything that Maurice and Alec went through to get here, where they were meant to be. Clive. Working for Clive. Leading up to now.

All the things that had to go right, all the things that had to go wrong, that lead us to the place where we were going all along.

On the YT version there's a soft/jazzy cover of Panalangin here. Because they're old and spending time together and being happy. What a throwback, a defined meaning in their lives over time.

Still Into You. After all these decades... Old and grown, together... True soulmates... Two men can defy the world... Maurice and Alec still roam the greenwood. Imagine Maurice meeting Alec's mom in this context. If only.

Postmodern Jukebox cover, because they are a quintessentially 20th century couple. They exude vintage.

Some piano playing for Alec. Soft, tender, romantic, emotional, true. Feels like nighttime. Feels like Maurice and Alec. And a throwback to the pre 1914 world as well. Claire de Lune feels like... A credits of life piece. Time spent in the early 1980s. Nocturne feels like that too, but more romantic. Smidge less nighttime. Ah yes, Gymnopédies. The truest credits feel of them all. None of these actually are credits for Maurice and Alec, but I struggle to find the word for this feeling. But yeah. These all have Them vibes to me. Piano of the time just does I suppose. Glad to be reminded of them at any time.

What a long playlist. Like going through almost their whole lives together. 1:52 hrs. Almost like a movie. Imagine that. A full movie of THEIR lives... But leaving to the imagination was a good thing. Led to this such action. Thank you E.M. Forster.

Timeline:

1. Pendersleigh

4. & 5. Russet Room. Night, then Morning

9. Cricket

10. Boathouse Nights

18. The Museum

20. The Hotel

21. After

23. The Boathouse

24. They Still Roam the Greenwood

I just like to imagine them dancing to songs on the radio, for decades to come...

#maurice 1987 #maurice 1914 #maurice #maurice hall #alec scudder #Spotify

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sweetescapeartist · 3 years

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DBS COLORING BOOK CHAPTER 74 REVIEW

*spoilers* I liked this chapter in isolation.

*spoilery spoilers* I dislike this chapter when comparing it to other chapters.

Here's the battle Vegeta fans have been waiting for...! (Glad I lowered my greatly expectations)

First, let's talk about use of panels real quick. When there is action, Toyo has done better and uses about 6 panels max to convey the fight. But when there is dialogue, he uses too many panels. Like 7 to 9 panels on one page. That is too much for dialogue. And he has pointless reaction shots often.

It begins with the axolotl inspired Sugarians leaving their fishbowl homes through cleaning-tube roadways. I like their aquarium-like city and their buildings.

And here we are on page 2 with the Toyotaro dialogue. 😒 How can I tell? Compare it to Dragon Ball and you can easily tell the difference between Toriyama's dialogue & Toyotaro's dialogue. (Toriyama has been more focused with working on the DBS movies. I highly doubt he contributes as much to the manga as some fans believe.)

Vegeta sounds like Mr. Satan when calling fusion and cloning "tricks" lol. And no, I doubt Vegeta's Forced Spirit Fission would work on Granolah. Granolah split himself in 2 with a technique. It is still all Granolah & he hasn't absorbed anyone. Forced Spirit Fission is useless here.

Granolah sure is chatty again after he kept saying how he really really wants to kill these Saiyans. Vegeta tells him he parted ways with Freeza and he is an enemy now, as to which Granolah laughs. Granolah thinks Vegeta is betraying Freeza to spare his own life. This just let's us know what kind of person Granolah is...

Granolah is a nonsensical idiot who doesn't know how to reason well & doesn't listen to truth because he assumes he is already right. I don't like ppl like him who refuse to grow mentally. I went from liking Granolah, to not caring about his bland personality, to disliking him. 😑

Oatmeel's input is pointless because he doesn't sway Granolah into believing the Saiyans may not be lying. He quickly gives up and becomes quiet. Vegeta informs Granolah that he was a child when Planet Cereal's ppl were killed and wasn't part of the attack. But he doesn't care and Paragus wants revenge against the royal family... I mean, Baby wants revenge on all Saiya... Granolah wants to kill all Saiyans.

Then we get Vegeta saying he will kill Granolah after barely talking to the guy who was willing to talk. I guess Vegeta just wants to fight and test his power instead of trying to redeem himself like earlier chapters implied and fans theorized. Throw that out the window.

He turns SSB Evolution & Hakai's large rocks around Granolah. But Granolah appears behind him and shows Vegeta true hakai. He elevates a big chunk of the ground & blows it up then the force pushes Vegeta to him and Granolah strikes him. Cool way to use the environment in battle.

Also, Granolah knows Hakai. He shows it off by using his own more powerful Hakai & suggests Vegeta's training with Beerus is lacking.

There is some cool looking art. Their fight moves from forest to river to lake. Interesting environment s for DB. Reminds me of the Cooler movie and the fights on Namek a bit.

This entire time, Vegeta is on the defensive and has to run. But, I find pages 16-21 silly.

Why is Vegeta swimming when he can fly through the water?! Swimming is slower & Granolah is firing fast ki blasts at him!

YOU: "But, Vegeta is swimming so Granolah can't detect his ki."

Granolah can see him! His right eye is supposed to see blood flow and stuff. He nearly hits him multiple times. And lets not forget he was sniping them long distance and his Goku in the neck and almost took him out. Why does Granolah need aim assist now? I'll tell ya why. To make Vegeta look more impressive than Goku by making Goku look like a poor fighter. And this was a Goku who was using Ultra Instinct and still got messed up by Granolah while Vegeta is just using SSB Evolution. Character sabotage... 😒

Back to my complaints about Vegeta swimming. The swimmin' would work in OG Dragon Ball but not here. It would work on Namek with Freeza who can't sense ki, but not here with Granolah who can sense ki (& maybe even god ki) & his eye can percieve all kinds of movements of the body.

And why does Vegeta momentarily pop up out the water then go hide back into it? Don't say its 'cause he needs to catch his breath. He aparently did training holding his breath while on the Heeter's ship, so he should be fine holding his breath. It was for a short period of time anyways. It just doesn't fit and is unnecessary in multiple ways.

Vegeta Hakai's Granolah's big blast to escape it and it blows him out of the water. Interesting kinda... Until you realize that Vegeta's training that we were shown was lame. He just Hakai'd logs & rocks! It should've shown him trying to Hakai ki blasts from Beerus. Make his training look cool darn it!

Chapter 70 Established that Hakai has changed. It no longer is just erasing things from existence in different ways. It has to have a *boom* explosion to it. So when Beerus Hakai'd Zamasu in chapter 19, there should've been an explosion instead of turning him into sand? So, now whenever the Hakai is used, there will always be an explosion...? I don't like how Toyo is quick to change what he set up just for his convenience...

Granolah brags about himself then Vegeta brags about himself-...! That's why I dislike Granolah! He's just like Vegeta! Maybe if I stop thinking of Granolah as a "good guy" then he will be cooler? I did like evil Vegeta as an evil character. We were supposed to hate him. So, if I imagine Granolah as an evil Vegeta... It worked! Granolah's unappealing attitude works perfectly if you view him as an evil enemy! (Still kinda preachy tho)

VEGETA: "But I'm still going to win."

Vegeta fans rejoice! Your prayers have been answered by the great Zalama! Vegeta announced victory...! Wait... I've seen this before... Yo... Vegeta fans, prepare for Vegeta to be defeated just in case. He has a record of announcing victory then ultimately losing. Don't get your hopes up too high.

Lol Granolah disses Vegeta's ego 👌. But Granolah is unknowingly talking about himself too XD. Dummies. Vegeta mocks him by calling him "Mr. Strongest" & Granolah has nothing to day. Granolah can dish it out but can't take it.

Goku wakes up and sees Vegeta fighting Granolah. Who cares? How are you gonna be caught off gaurd in a form that reacts on its own? Go back to sleep. I'm not mad at you, Goku. I'm just disappointed.

Vegeta fires a barrage of ki at Granolah and Granolah Hakai's them. Then Vegeta fools Ganolah into destroying an ancient city of the Cerelians.

VEGETA: "I can tell, you know... That you only recently acquired this absurd strength."

GRANOLAH: "How? How can you tell?"

VEGETA: "Thank you for confirming."

There's the Granolah we know. Quick to give out valuable info. Also, this is to make Vegeta appear "smarter" & a "better fighter" than Goku. Realistically, a master martial artist like Goku would be first to notice that Granolah recently acquired this kind of power. But, Goku is being dumbed down for Vegeta's sake.

VEGETA: "Need I repeat myself...? You may be stronger but... there's no gaurantee that I'll lose to you!" *attempts to break Granolah's leg*

So says the guy who always loses unless the opponent is weaker than him. But, he even lost to weaker opponents on Earth before, so....

Vegeta fans calm down, calm down. This is basic Vegeta dribble. Let's be real. When has Vegeta ever defeated an opponent that was stronger than himself? Never. When has Vegeta become stronger than his opponent and defeat them because they're weaker than him now? Always. Does Vegeta ever win when he is too cocky? Nope. This is to hype y'all up. Don't be mad if he loses. Y'all know this routine. The arc ain't even over so the chances of him winning are low.

Now let's examine Vegeta's fight in comparison to Goku's fight.

Goku goes through all his forms & uses Ultra Instinct in base, SSJ, SSG, SSB, & then goes silver haired UI when fighting Granolah. Then, he loses in every form. Vegeta goes straight to Blue Evolution and only seriously gets hurt once.

Goku keeps getting hit despite having a technique that is all about evasion. Vegeta gets hit far less & doesn't have Ultra Instinct.

Goku was struggling to fight a clone that was half the power of Granolah. Vegeta fights Granolah at his full power and struggles less.

Goku complains about his training and how he is struggling using his technique. Vegeta who had less time with Hakai training isn't complaining about struggling with Hakai.

Goku far surpassed Vegeta in the Moro arc, yet they are crippling Goku to let Vegeta catch up & make him look better. Vegeta has literally gotten a handout that he didnt have to work hard for in order to catch up with Goku... This chapter is fine when isolated and you aren't thinking about any other previous chapter. But, it is a convoluted mess when you look back at the previous chapters, the piss poor storytelling, & Vegeta's poor Hakai training that leads up to this chapter.

Where'd that "heroic" Vegeta and that "redemption" stuff go? Its as if Toyotaro decided he should stop tying to make Vegeta the hero & main character instead of Goku being the main. (Thank God.)

But... Vegeta says that he loves fights that are unpredictable?? That I disagree completely with. Vegeta wants fights to go in his favor through all of DBZ and will throw a fit when it doesn't.

In RoF: it was going in his favor so he loved it.

Destroyer Tournament arc: he didn't like that things didn't go his way in the end.

Future Trunks arc: he was upset when losing to Black, but loved it when he thought he was going to win.

ToP: angry when everyone else surpassed him, happy when he gained an upperhand, upset when he lost the upperhand.

Moro arc: Vegeta is upset that Moro is stronger but even more upset that Goku is stronger than him. When he is stronger than Moro he is loving it. Then when he loses the advantage, he is upset.

Vegeta doesn't love unpredictable fights, Goku does! Vegeta loves predictable fights in his favor.

Granolah asks how many lives were sacrificed for Vegeta's carnage. Vegeta doesn't answer. Why? Because its best to ignore the fact that he has killed billions of ppl so that Vegeta fans can ignore his bad actions (Yet many say that Vegeta has developed so much without acknowledging his terrible past). Can't have Vegeta looking like a bad guy in this chapter, right?

Oh boy! Page 37 is more "Vegeta hype!" He doesn't care about strongest or second strongest ('cause he has never been 1st place) & he basically explains Dragon Ball to us.

Roshi already taught Goku & Krillin that there will always be somebody stronger, so they need to keep reaching higher and higher.

If Vegeta is stronger than he was a few minutes ago, would that mean the same for Goku when he was fighting? Why did he perform so poorly? I wonder... 🤔

Granolah jabs Vegeta in the stomach, but Vegeta manages to slow it down (how come Goku using Ultra Instinct couldn't do that?). And cool. Blood. Anime has better writing and cool character development/moments. The manga has blood... Well, I guess blood is cooler to some ppl.

Vegeta is looking like Goku in the ToP before he attained UI. He has his head down & all. Vegeta just isn't talking about hownl much he sucks. Why does Goku keep insulting himself? N-nevermind. This is about Vegeta who keeps complimenting himself.

Why did Granolah become scared of Vegeta suddenly? Wouldn't he just see him as a mad dog and use his amazing power to put Vegeta down before he can do anything? He hates them so much, but keeps letting them live.

Uh oh... Vegeta doesn't like protecting and saving? BuT I tHoUgHt hE wAs a hErO! Where is his development going?? Ya mean the real development he had in the anime or the pseudo development in the manga?

But even after saying all that... I prefer manga Vegeta to be like this instead of a wannabe hero. Wannabe hero doesn't fit. This feels like Vegeta is in character again. I like this. I was just criticizing how Vegeta was written in past chapters in comparison to this one. A more chill Vegeta who loves battles? This is what I've wanted from DBS manga Vegeta for a long time!

Oh snap! Vegeta's transforming? I wonder what it will look like (thanks for the warning from the leaks 👍). Oil... Why are you even in this chapter? We don't care about you right now & you're boring without Maki. Goku says it ain't "any old god ki."

I wonder how Goku never knew about this new form if he and Vegeta trained on Beerus Planet together. Ya think he would've sensed and saw it & even wanted to fight against it.

So is this new form a spur of the moment thing? So Vegeta has a new form that he never trained... And he asks if Granolah has been training his new power on page 34... Sounds hypocritical of Vegeta, or he is being thrown a bone to make him look capable. Is Vegeta gonna pull a Golden Freeza by not training this new form? Or maybe a UI Goku at the ToP and lose the form?

Page 43, Granolah shoots tiny ki blasts at Vegeta's tower of flaming ki and he is surprised it did nothing. Why not try again but this time use that one big blast instead. No? Gonna let the guy of the race you hate finish transforming? Just gonna be scared and shocked to make Vegeta look impressive? Ok.

Pages 41, 44, & 45

Oh! Here it is! The new form...! Aaaand I still don't like it. Also, he healed up like Goku did last chapter too. Odd. Why does transforming heal them now? Didn't before.

No build up to make the form more cool, it's just

"Here, Vegeta. Goku has one more form than you do & he has mastered UI, so we can't let you fall too far behind. So I just pulled this crap transformation fresh outa my butt and gave it to you."

Another undeserved handout. Can you please make Vegeta earn a new form in the manga? PLEASE?!

Vegeta looks like he is in his own UI Omen form (like how Vegeta fans begged for Vegeta to get for the longest time). Dark hair with sone lighter coloured higlights, light coloured pupils, new aura. But this is what I see...

SSJ3ROSÉ of DESTRUCTION INSTINCT OMEN (or just "SSJ-ChexMix" for short)

Looks like in the end, Vegeta needed to resort to his own Ultra Instinct equivalent!

Oh no... I criticized Vegeta's bad writing too much! I bet some Vegeta fans are gonna automatically assume that I hate him because I want him to be written better without plotholes! 😱

IN CONCLUSION:

This chapter is good when isolated on its own. But, this chapter is filled with inconsistencies when you look back at previous chapters. Overall, it's... a mixed bag that I barely like. It's just so retarded that Goku had to be dragged through the mud just for Vegeta to look better. That is insulting to Vegeta and it either shows how much he sucks or or how weak the writing for Vegeta is. But we got what we got...

Wanna know how to make Vegeta look good without making Goku look pathetic? Goku never uses MUI! Goku defeats Granolah's clone with SSB. Then, Granolah merges back with his clone & catches SSB Goku by surprise and knocks him out.

Then, the reason why Vegeta seems to be doing better is because Vegeta is using SSBE, unlike SSB Goku who was caught off guard. Why make the MUI form & Goku both look like trash just to give Vegeta his own Ultra (Destructive) Intinct? Is Vegeta really that trash?! 😓😴

I don't wanna see the Heeters anymore. My hype for them died, but maybe a later chapter can make me like them more. Idk.

Where is my homie, Moniato?! 🐌 (BEST CHARACTER OF THE ARC SO FAR!)

Oh yeah...I was supposed to complain about not seeing Freeza again like I do every chapter... Who cares at this point? If Granolah is stronger than Goku & Vegeta, what can Freeza do? Hide for 3 yrs and let Granolah die?

What are my predictions for next chapter? More Vegeta wanking of course. More gloating & looking down on Granolah too. A battle of overinflated egos. Bad dialogue and decent to good art. I'll probably find it mostly boring but I may be surprised (that could be a good or bad thing). Vegeta will appear to be winning before...

Vegeta gets defeated & certain Vegeta fans will rage & be annoying. Those ones will complain about how Vegeta always gets the short end of the deal (that's what he gets for being shorter than Bulma & 12 cm taller than Krillin). This one should happen imo based off of Goku's performance.

Vegeta's fight will get interrupted before the battle ends so that Vegeta fans don't get angry. Make Vegeta fans feel that Vegeta could've won and keep them grasping on to hope. (How manipulative.) This one is most likely to happen to "satisfy" all fans.

Vegeta will win and Vegeta fans will rejoice & some will be very annoying. Despite the fact that he had terrible training, was handed a new form just to stay relevant, and Goku had to underperform & UI had to be nerfed just to make Vegeta look good. This one may happen just to appease Vegeta fans. (That is the worst outcome imo.) If Vegeta gets "a win/a W" against a main villain, make sure his training looks impressive and he has some sort of connection to the main bad guy. That way the victory feels well deserved.

If the final enemy is Freeza, then Vegeta defeating Granolah isn't "a win" against a major villain. Granolah will just be a bump in the road. He's already set up to not be a "bad guy." In the end, the main bad guy will be either Freeza, Gas, 7-3, or someone. Vegeta fans shouldn't care if Vegeta wins or loses against Granolah. He isn't the "final boss."

#dragon ball #dragon ball super #dbs #dbs manga #manga chapter 74 #review #Vegeta #Granolah #Goku #vegeta wanking #wtf toyotaro

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The lonely angel and the beast - Douma x reader

Scarstardust’s comment 1: aah I am so obsessed with Douma currently TwT I wish I had been here for him :( this is more of a fic than anything so I used she/her instead of you! Tho it’s very sad- please proceed with caution. Douma isn’t the villain in this btw!

Stardust’s comment 2: Honestly I even think this is the most fucked up pieces I’ve ever written.

Stardust’s comment 3: Just finished writing. I feel terrible, but I’m proud of my writing, I promise I’ll offer you all Douma fluff after that-

TW: dark topics, c//lt, s//lf h//rm, violence, mentions and detail of human s//crifice, ab//se of minor and adult. Reader discretion is advised. This is purely fiction and should not be romanticized or seen in a positive light.

Let the date the sacrifice begin.

A lonely angel. That’s what the leader of the Scarlet church was defined as. While the world saw her as a symbol of purity she could only notice her own tainted soul.

The members of the church often wondered why so much of her time was spent in the bathroom. Perhaps she really cared for her appearance or just craved the tranquility that she barely ever had. None of it. She was purely trying to scrub away her follower’s sins from her body. scrubbing her skin over and over again as she reopened the scars on her arm.

She was a symbol of purity thus humans wanted to cleanse themselves through her blood and that’s how her mentor started the habit of the ceremony drinks. Each follower would be graced with a cup of wine mixed to a few drops of the young girl’s blood.

Yet once again she was called to hear more of the sins committed by followers. Expected to reply to all of them with kindness. She was escorted to her confessional room where she found herself hidden away by thick curtains, a way to give the confessing sinner a sense of anonymity.

As she heard shuffling in the room she was waiting for another adult to alter her innocent child mind with a gruesome story for she was the messiah and god would speak to her. But she was met with the soft, monotone voice of a child.

“-Is anyone here? No emotion was carried in the kid’s tone.

-I am, dear lamb. She muttered, hearing a soft sigh on the other side of the crimson curtain.

-Hello. -The voice started again- I come to you today to confide in you sins I could not forget, for you see my parents have died, I lead followers equal to yours, yet I feel but void. I am much scared of becoming a beast.”

The slow breath of the boy could be heard through the curtain. Oh Lord knew (Y/N) wanted a peak through the curtain. The voice seemed about her age, if not just a bit older. A few minutes seemed to pass before the girl crawled to the curtain, extending her hand through them, abstaining from looking, knowing she would be harshly punished if she did.

“-Child -she started calmly- please let me hold your hand. -A break was given as the boy did as told.- I pray for your family, may they join the scarlet heavens. You will not turn into a beast for you shall miss them.

-Oh but. I simply could not bring myself to regret them. He stated bluntly.

-Then I will pray for mercy to be given on your soul, My ch-

-Douma. I’m Douma. She was cut by the boy, before finishing”

her hands moved on the other side of the curtain, reaching for the child’s face, feeling him flinch at the cold skin.

“-Then please, Douma. Come to me tomorrow. I will wait.” On these words her hands went back in her velvet cage.

And come back Douma did. days after days, months after months, year after years. Every day he’d reserve an hour to the other leader. Never to see each other’s face yet knowing the last of each other’s secret. Until he was invited to an event.

“Come to the velvet moon, Douma. It’s the day I will access the ultimate heavens.”

These were the words spoken to him. The last words he heard without a face on them.

For during a week he could not see the leader. Oh how he lounged for her presence. As time went by he had came to notice how she made his empty heart fill with butterflies he never expected to be alive. A glimmer of possessiveness. He wanted her to himself

But they were both now 18 for the girl and 20 for the boy. Four years had past since their meeting. Yet Douma had lost his humanity on the way. A sin he did not reveal to the woman he saw as an angel, too scare to scare her away. He didn’t know why this woman made him feel or how she did. He only knew tonight was her ascending, yet he doubted nothing unknowing of the nature of this ascension.

What horror he felt, what pure despair he met as he arrived. Finally seeing his angel’s face as she was tied by her arms to two pillars, suspended in the air by ropes, a white kimono around her weakened form. Shaking in anger as a knife was wielded by the man considered her mentor, by the awful smell of the glasses everyone were holding, this smell of blood and alcohol mixing. It was truly infuriating. He could not take it.

He looked at her once more noticing how she was nervously looking around, mumbling prayers and hopes of being saved. That until her so called mentor spoke up.

“feedeth yourselves mine own children f'r tonight thy presence shall summon our l'rd, drinketh the blood of the angel hath sent from above. Connecteth with the heavens of h'r purity. F'r tonight is h'r lasteth in this painful vessel the lady inhabits.“ the old man spoke an old dialect Douma could not fully understand but from key words. It filled him with more rage, as the man delt a violent stab to the newly adult lady. Striking her thigh as the blood pooled in a bucket placed under her. The rage to kill a thousand men. He felt enough rage to feel invincible. In his own mind he could have killed Lord Kibutsuji himself may he have been the one threatening the angel. His angel. Which received a stab to her other leg. The older man using the dagger to rip through her skin and muscles as a sharp scream got out of her.

But alas he could only watch as her body relax through the pain, giving up the moment she noticed the lost boy for he was the only one she didn’t know in the ceremony room. She knew from that moment that it was Douma. Her face turned peaceful at his sight.

She could very well see him walking toward the elevated space of the room. Watching as the considered mentor yelled at him to back away from the leader. Douma did none of that. It all went so quick. Quicker than the humans could see. All that they could register was the birch color haired man holding the old man’s head, his body a few feet away. He quickly dropped it hurrying to the barely conscious girl as he heard her followers all running away, screaming from the scene they had witnessed.

He was as fast as he could to untie her, trying to mush her thighs back together. The blood was too much. He wanted to eat her, his instincts screaming at him. The girl weakly laced her arms around him, muttering her thanks. He knew she’d pass out soon. He knew it would be over. They wouldn’t get a happy ending. There was no way lord Kibutsuji could appear and turn her into a demon, for alas Douma as himself was still too weak, hadn’t consumed enough to gain the power to change her himself. Seeing her struggle at staying awake he was like hit by lightning. Sudden realization of their memories flashing to him. For the first time in years he felt something. Immense regret filled him as he hugged (Y/N) tight, crying as he screamed and exclaimed his love for the angel.

“Angel. You can’t leave me. You’re mine. You made my cold heart work again, angel I love you. Don’t leave me. Angel. My angel. I love you. I love you. Please. I loved you. It’s true.”

He felt her hands on his face, like the very first time they had met.

“Douma, oh Douma... Come to me again tomorrow, I’ll wait.”

But her hands dropped away. For his angel had shed all of her feathers.

And as he sunk his fangs in her soft throat, taken over by his instincts, Douma promised himself never to love again.

#douma x reader #angst #kimetsu no yaiba #Kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba douma #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer douma #stardust writing

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morkofday · 3 years

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pingxie thoughts (and prayers) bonus 2/2

continuation for this post where i try to make sense of all the visuals offered to us in the amazing bazaar photoshoot. had to divide the bonus part of this series into two bc of the amount of photos and my own tendency to write novels (even while excluding the video clips). hopefully these can offer you all at least something (more than just an eyeroll at my pretentious poetry).

side note: the photos from the digital magazine (the ones without a watermark) belong to @/thosch3i who i very much want to thank you for all the updates and translations ♥

The Bazaar Photoshoot – Future Dream

As stated in the first part of this “analysis”, the theme of this photoshoot was the Pingxie ten years reunion. I already managed to get through the “ideal reality” photos, so now it’s time to delve into the “future dream” in the remaining ones. These seem to offer a deeper look into Pingxie’s actual relationship during the reunion and how their past and future meet in that moment.

(placing under cut bc this gets long with all the photos!)

These photos really challenged me to think outside the box. Bc the obvious answer would’ve just been me screaming “Pingxie married!” on top of my lungs but that’s not really something I’m aiming at quite yet. So I decided to call this pile of photos “the (future) dream” instead, which I think suits it quite well. Just let me try to explain why.

Beginning with these two teaser photos where we first see their matching rings and then their matching necklaces. A lot of eternal promises and unbreakable bonds and soulmate symbolism here (my left brain: but Pingxie married!!! me: shush, not now). I feel like these photos in general show many of those themes, try to catch their bond and the deepest essence of their relationship. This is some type of core, them in their purest form, far outside of actual reality now.

The black and white colors make these photos feel even more like they’re part of a dream or a fantasy or a memory almost. Maybe it is about the things they now have and the things they have lost. Maybe it’s black and white bc things have changed but they still want the same things; they still have their bond and things still make sense. (Maybe I sob about this bc I’m just so weak and Pingxie soulmates, it’s confirmed now!)

Also gotta mention here – bc I will allow myself this one moment of gushing – that Pingxie in black and white, ZSX and XYL in these suits (both suits), is sinful. Absolutely sinful. But also stunning. And so soft. And well, what else could be more symbolic than making Wu Xie wear white and Xiaoge wear black? Tho I think that together, they have always been turning a bit gray. (And how many times did I read that as “gay”? Which,,, still true but. Not the point here.)

At this point am also fighting against my urge to talk about the video clip that dropped with the weibo update on the 1st of March and all the hand action we got in that. Bc I just loved how they played with each other’s hands and the snow and kept looking at their hands together in that clip. It felt like an inaudible love confession. And maybe these photos are just that; a voiceless, wordless way to say “I love you”. Neither of them is good with words anyway and the love is so loud am going deaf. I hope they’re happy.

But if we forget that video, I want to pay attention to the poses in these photos. They are sitting or lying down together, Wu Xie’s head on Xiaoge’s shoulder, Xiaoge’s face almost buried in Wu Xie’s hair or at least turned his way. It feels domestic. There is nothing but them. There is nothing else to care about in this world than them being together and this closeness they share after all the time without it. It’s what they want; this very intense focus on each other (and if that doesn’t scream love to you then I don’t know what to say). It’s a little bit like the ideal reality I talked about in the previous post but even more intense and somehow so much more open which makes me think about this as a “dream” or at least a fantasy of sorts.

Then in the two photos above, we again have Wu Xie looking at the camera while Xiaoge is focusing on him. It feels almost like Xiaoge is a prop here, all the focus placed on Wu Xie who is, unlike in that intense photo in the previous post, smiling. Slightly, but still. He looks soft, content, happy. He’s okay to be the center of all this attention bc he knows that it will take it away from Xiaoge (and omg I know yall whine now that such a thing is impossible with XYL’s beauty but just humor me for a bit). He’s so relaxed bc he knows that Xiaoge is content right next to him. (He might also be a bit smug bc he has a man like that but can anyone blame him?)

I have to note then that, after gushing about their outfits and how good they look in them, there also seems to be a deeper meaning to these suits. Because I don’t think it’s an accident (or a thirst trap) that in these whole-body pictures where they lie in the snow, we see their chests and they’re bare-footed. It feels like this is them being bare in general, open. Their chests show bc their hearts are open, feet are bare bc they are vulnerable (and when you google symbolism for being bare-footed, Wikipedia hits you with childhood and innocence so yes, they are innocent here, pure, like they wish to be). This is them being true and honest with each other, offering all those parts of themselves to the other to look at which they never previously had the courage to show.

At least that’s true in this dream, in this future they hope will become reality one day. In this future that, for now, ignores all the difficulties and obstacles between them (bc they have a lot of stuff to sort out and then Reboot happens and. Yeah well, the future never goes as you planned anyway).

Sitting and shoes on now, we then have Wu Xie offering this almost angry look to the viewer. He might be sitting slightly behind Xiaoge and lower than him but he’s the one who seems powerful here. Xiaoge looks almost childish (which might be just XYL’s personality showing through lol) and is focused on his own hands, the ground, and his shoes/legs. It feels like this is Wu Xie being the one aware for once, being the one who carries their worries, the one who sits there protecting Xiaoge so that Xiaoge can finally focus on something else. So that Xiaoge can be free and a little careless. That he can focus on himself and what he wants after giving so many years away for Wu Xie and his (at this moment non-existent or at least tainted) innocence. This is their dream; or at least Wu Xie’s dream bc somehow this whole photoshoot seems to focus on him instead of Xiaoge (like I stated before, he seems like a prop sometimes haha).

In contrast to that thought and the previous photos, this one actually puts Xiaoge on display tho. He’s at the front, in the middle of the photo, and if you don’t get distracted by Wu Xie’s eyes (hard, I know), then you most likely focus on Xiaoge and get stuck there. It feels intentional, like Wu Xie’s strong protective instinct is somehow left a bit hidden? Behind Xiaoge? Who is usually seen as the protector? Which is interesting imo bc at this point Wu Xie has learned to be very brutal, and in Ultimate Note (and before that), we see him being very fierce when it comes to him protecting those he loves. So this setting between them feels a bit like a dream too, a dream where Wu Xie has been able to pull away a little bc Xiaoge is alright while facing the world again. Xiaoge is not as vulnerable as someone who doesn’t know who he is and who to trust. He has found his place to be.

Then the two photos that confused me the most bc at first they felt like they didn't fit at all? They just felt... weird, even if they look absolutely stunning. Here we have Wu Xie and Xiaoge dressed in their second pair of suits (if these can be called suits?) with Xiaoge in this long cape thing and his arms half bare. Wu Xie’s outfit seems almost too simple compared to everything else he’s worn, and they are both now facing towards the same direction while previously they were either looking at each other, away from each other or, in Wu Xie’s case, the viewer.

Maybe these pictures were why I finally came to think about these as “the future” instead of just some type of “dream”.

Because in these pictures it feels like they are actually looking towards the future. Especially in this last photo they are both facing the light, side by side, in these clothes that feel almost like they’re… I don’t even know. Purified? Divine? Heavenly? Please excuse my lack of words but this just feels like that, like some kind of final peace where even their clothes are somehow on a higher level. It’s a dream-like future where they both can stand strong and be together forever, finally. (Also makes me think about how we see their rings in these pictures, like a sign of the bond they have formed and the bond they want to form (my left brain again: Pingxie married!!!! and this time am tired of arguing against that).)

And if we add the other photo up there, where they are slightly turned towards each other, sharing a look almost, it feels like they have decided to go. Like this is a mutual choice of walking forward, some kind of turning point like the last photo was in the previous post. They are going and the future is at their reach and it’s going to be amazing (or at least I believe so, once again, bc they deserve their happy ending).

What are we then left with? With a future that includes them being at peace, being content with each other and the surrounding world. A future that is, probably, more from Wu Xie’s point of view than Xiaoge’s but still so utterly loving for the both of them (bc what else would Wu Xie want than happiness for Xiaoge?). And then if we connect this to the other photos in the first part, this feels almost like that ideal reality coming to life in their future, that closeness and joy and basking in the other’s presence stretched to cover an eternity. It’s so soft and gentle and sweet. Just like Pingxie are always. And I’m not even surprised that their future includes all of this bc what else could they wish for than the final relief of being together?

#dmbj #ultimate note #pingxie #oh jesus this is a novel #i still hope any of this makes any sense #i lack words and a brain #but also just #this is my love letter to this photoshoot #bc bazaar is doing amazing #and i just have so many thoughts #and i realized so many things #while doing this #pls hit me with your thoughts #if you have anything to add or another view on this #am so curious #pingxiethoughtsandprayers

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fvbelhaft · 2 years

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Before 2021 ends, and I’ll leave, I’ll write some about this year.

2021 wasn’t a best year, honestly, I could say that this year was worse, way worse than the year that my dad passed away in 2014.

The first 6 months in 2021, I spend with denying that I have mental illness and refusing to go to see psychiatrist. In January, I have to face some problems related to my skrisphit. End up the problems that related to skripshit become worse in February that drives me crazy. My lecture wanted me to change everything about my skripshit. Literally everything that I thought I couldn’t even finish it because it was beyond my ability. I couldn’t sleep well in 2 weeks, I often awake in the middle of the nights spend the nights listening to sad and depressing songs and cry over it. I could say I lose my will to live. I lost appetite. I felt like my world is falling apart.

In March, I took a break for 2 weeks, escaping for a day to another city, and it brings me to the decision that I have to move out to Banjarbaru, staying for about two months, thought it could release the pain that I have, but I guess I was just escaping from the problems that I have.

In April, I finally have a courage to start my skripshit, start it over. And finally I send it to my lecture, well, it didn’t give me enlightment to finish the rest, it made me stuck, for months. But I was still productive since I help my relatives by working at their store, managing their store, well, helping them out to run the store. I have to work from 6 am to 10 pm with a break every prayer times for around 10 minutes to pray, and once a day I had an hour break. I couldn’t say I’m physically fine, since I often nosebleed in the morning everytime I wake up. Good thing, I decided to purchase a plane ticket for leaving in July.

In June, I came back to my grandma’s, accompany her for a while, helping my cousin to bake some cookies because she was selling cookies. June was fine I guess, since I got to spend it with my relatives. I got to meet my grandma. Well, I still struggle to fight against myself to finish my skripshit, I couldn’t find the courage to do it.

In July, all I remember is that I have to cancel my flight. And at the end of July, I decided to see psychiatrist. I was diagnosed for having depressive episode. The rest of the year I spend with psychiatrist appointment, sometimes once a week, sometimes once a month. Yes, I’m getting better. I could sleep earlier, theres no more sleep late. Yes, I might experience unstable mental some days, but it only lasts for hours. I lost appetite for months, losing so much weights in 5 days. I still remember I lost 4kg in 5 days. I was losing energy to do anything.

Yet, my med still accompany me until now. Sertraline once a day to handle my depression, olanzapine to manage my mood, and clobazam everytime my anxiety hits me. Good thing, im getting better.

At the end of the year, i still feel blessed. I finally can go back home after 4 years. I get to meet my relatives here in Bali. I get the courage to finish my skripshit tho I still don’t know if I did it right. At least I tried my best to do it.

Having mentall illness sucks, I realize that im not as open as I used to, I mean, I loved meeting new people, getting to know more about other people, getting to know their culture, their thoughts. But since this year was depressing as hell, it was hard for me to meet new people. I realize I’m not as talkative as I used to. I don’t text people first even if I was facing my hard times. Another thing I should feel blessed about is, my closest has been really understanding. They often text me first just to ask how I was doing, they checked up on me. This year, I don’t grow any connections, this year i’m focusing to heal from my mentall illness.

All I wish is to graduated next year and having my closest always by my side accompany me along the way. I wish that I could healed. Peace and happiness is all that I seek.

2021, I’m leaving you. Leaving all the pain. Leaving everything bad behind. I’m so excited to face a new year. I know it won’t be easy, some days might be difficult, but I hope I can face it. I hope I have the strength to face it.

Happy new year, everyone! I’m leaving.

12/31/21.

Writing these with joy and love,

Kadek.

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sherlock-is-ace · 3 years

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Did you already watch the new season of lcdp? And if you did, how did you like it? I finished it a couple hours ago and I can't believe we have to wait until december for part 2 😞

sorry it took me a sec to answer I saw this when i was half way through episode 3 and i wanted to finish all of it before i answered lol

I really liked it! I have a few thoughts so I'm gonna write it under the cut so people can avoid spoilers ;) and bear in mind it's gonna be long dkfjg

Ok so first of all, my general thought that's been happening since the second heist started is that the show it's basically fantasy at this point, like it gives me now you see me vibes, where things that would never happen in real life happen but it's still set in a real universe and you're supposed to just accept things lol. That said, when I'm watching the show, I'm as invested as I can be, but the second i process what happened i'm like ''pff what a shitshow'', so I guess I admire the whole cast and crew cause they're doing a good job apparently lol

Now onto plot and character thoughts... I was glad to see my girl nairobi again, i missed her so fucking much <3 and it was a sweet little moment that they didn't have to give us but i appreciate it so much. Speaking of flashbacks... I still have no idea what was all of berlín bits, like it added nothing to the plot. Don't get me wrong, I loved seeing him again, he's hot and deranged but it said nothing to me. And his son? i don't like him, and i'm sure he's gonna have a more significant role in next part (and this was only his introduction) but i don't like it and i'm not excited for that.

Helsinki, my poor babie. I know I said i wanted him to die because if palermo died then helsi would have lost so many loved ones? well i was very unfair because now palermo can lose the only other person he could end up with and he already suffered enough <3 they all did tbh

The ending was everything i wanted and nothing i was expecting tbh there's no way tokio survived that (they better not bring her back next part) and i was sure she was gonna be the only one to stay alive by the end. But no, the angels heard my prayers and they finally killed tokio and gandía in one single blow and i'm so happy and thankful for that :') also that's tokio's redeeming arc, she finally killed gandía lol

Other random thoughts: Benjamín is a sweetheart, I wish he was my dad and i love how outraged he was at all the pink baby stuff <3 we love a supportive father! Once again I wish they had let palermo do whatever he wanted, he's deranged but a genious, and i will agree with whatever he says no matter what consequences it brings, ''your fave is problematic'' is an understatement with him but i will justify everything <3 more so than with berlín tbh (tho same :P ). I never liked estocolmo all that much, not even from the first heist but like tokio, she kind of redeemed herself by shooting arturo, tho she fucked it up by helping him after, and then later on wasting morphine that could keep helsi safe, so she's back to ''not my favorite''...

I watched like 5 hours worth of a show and i literally just finished it so i'm sure there's gonna be more thoughts and ideas on my mind later but yeah... imma shut up now cause you probably didn't want this in depth essay lol but in conclusion, I loved this part, can't wait for the next one :D

#ask #anon #angel watches lcdp5 #lcdp5

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faejilly · 4 years

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I was tagged by @la-muerta & @facialteeth & @thedivinemissema for the WIP/Title Game

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

AND THEN by @shadoedseptmbr @msviolacea & @ravenclawnerd for the “stories you want to write... but for some reason haven’t yet”

so this will be a mish-mash of both? The WIPs will mostly have blurbs in this case (to fit the second meme) but you are still welcome to ask follow-up questions, if you’d like ;) Assuming you make it through the list, it is uh. Not Short.

Anyone who would like to play with their WIPs, please consider yourself tagged in either or both of these. :D

Misc Fic Folder:

“untitled document” - where I’m working on fictober fills so I have word-counts for my GYWO tracker. I am not working on these because Brains Are Dumb and also Going Back To Work Is Exhausting

I made a file called “YULETIDE!” which has nothing in it but I’m determined to finish this year so that is definitely technically a thing in the Unending WIP List of Doom worth mentioning. (Tho obviously that’s all I could say even if I had started, because anonymous.)

“coda-fics, rewatch!” -yes, that exclamation mark is important! it’s to keep me motivated! (it didn’t work). Much like untitled, this is for putting stuff so I can do word count tracking even if I don’t know what I’m doing. Currently I think it just says “MARYSE” because I was working on my SH 1x6 coda-fic and then got distracted and haven’t typed anything up yet. (Yay notebooks? Boo notebooks? Not even sure at this point.)

WNIP (works not in progress) Folder:

“TOG” - I had one vivid mental image of how Nicky & Joe met (blood-stained evil smiles?) but then no idea for a follow-up story and also the fandom is insane and I’m not sure I want to deal with all of *gestures vaguely* all that

“Shan Xia Notes” -for a TTRPG that never quite got off the ground; she was a semi-tragic selkie who was still in love with the evil queen/lady who stole her skin and I got to play her for like one session and she was surprisingly chaotic neutral, which wasn’t at all what I’d been expecting. But the game never really got off the ground, so I never had enough info to really delve into writing backstory fic

“post-Kruschev” -Kruschev’s List was the last episode of Scarecrow & Mrs King, and I was debating writing an epilogue in place of the s5 we never got, to try and tie up some loose ends, but the fandom’s three old-ladies in trench coats and I never quite worked up the gumption to get it anywhere

“Code Realize warm as silk sequel” -there is literally nothing in this file except “SEX! Only a little angst” because I wanted to write some “we can’t actually touch each other” smut but never actually did. 🤷‍♀️

BioWare (also all Not-In-Progress Anymore)

“seb/adelaide”, “Theia” & “DAI Erana” -these WIP folders were cannibalized for ficlets for the last few times I did fictober, and while originally I had ideas for longer epilogues for all three of them, at this point I don’t think any of the remaining bits could support a story any longer.

”whispers in the dark” -Maia Ryder never really got much fic at all; the cancellation of any further Andromeda stuff was really disheartening, and at this point I’d have to play the game again, and I don’t think I’m gonna manage that any time soon

”TSP” -a Mass Effect 3 Shepard AU collab project that kind of went off the rails, and our mutual brains/lives never quite seem to line up so we can try and rebuild it ”Ngaio & Tane” -my one truly ruthless Shepard (Alliance background, who romanced Traynor) whose father Tane Shepard was, I think, in PsyOps, and I wanted to figure out their complicated relationship but never really did know where I was going with it

”JE Zu & Yaling” -so I’ve rambled about my Tragic Sagacious Zu Romance Thoughts regarding Jade Empire more than once (#Icy Yaling should have most of it) but apparently I want to yell about it more than I want to actually write it? Whoops.

”CI sequel: 5 times fic?” -Cruel Intentions is a kinkmeme fill that I started and then it sat for like five years before I actually finished it, and I liked the ending, but it does leave a giant fucking question mark in terms of how those people got from there to where they are after the game, and I kind of wanted to write a proper h/c fic rather than just... leaving them wallowing in all that trauma?

But I didn’t. I don’t even remember for sure how I wanted to frame the 5/1 of it all, besides it being something sad about allowing people to see you or touch you in some way. (Prayers maybe, since I think there was definitely some Sebastian & Fenris & faith stuff going on in there.)

“candles” -Merribela prompt fill that I never was happy with? Not sure what I might do with it at this point, so it’s just sitting there all sad and lonely and neglected-like.

Shadowhunters

pt1: WIP LIST ONLY

“Persuasion” -so I keep trying to write Persuasion AUs in many fandoms because it’s my favorite Austen, but I think I like it too much, I have no real solid concept of how I’d transform it, and if I don’t have anything else to say about different characters within that framework, I have no push to actually write anything? Also this SH version of it suffered from MASSIVE scope creep when I started outlining and it got too big for me to handle so I like, killed it twice? Whoops. This one is really probably never gonna happen.

“oosdt sequel” -I wanted to write more about the Forest That Eats People and Magnus & Alec as Guardians Between Worlds, and also some background Magnus’ Found Family & Lightwood Family Feels (maybe some clizzy?) and I left a Madzie plot-thread dangling from the first one on purpose even but I think this one had too many ideas and not enough focus so it’s sort of sprawling all over a doc with a lot of “???” in it

“procedural-ish” -this was originally going to be a sex-farce. and then it turned more serious. and then maybe kind of copaganda which was uncomfortable in terms of the Everything That Is The News in 2020, and then maybe it was more a Mafia AU and at that point I had self-inflicted tone whiplash and I wished the voices in my head were a little more forthcoming about their plans so I stopped before I brained myself on my computer monitor in frustration.

“I had rather a rose than live forever” -I started a reverse!verse Malec (Shadowhunter!Magnus, High Warlock!Alec) for bingo last year, and I couldn’t quite get it together in time, so I made a moodboard inspired by the bits I’d started instead. I may see if one of my prompts from Bingo this year help me finish it?

“fall fright fest (practical magic au)” -exactly what it says on the tin! almost exactly a year old & neglected! IDEK ANYMORE (I talked about this one with the WIP meme last time tho: here)

“priest!kink theology?” -I thought it was gonna be smut? I like priest!kink. I have made other people like it and yell at me even! But then I kept diverging into demon!Magnus thinking about Priest!Alec’s faith and as usual, IDEK ANYMORE *laughs*

(If they’re remotely canon-adjacent or divergent, a bunch of these are in here because I need to rewatch the show to get the pacing/timing/tone right and I haven’t, and I don’t know why, because I enjoy the show, but BRAINS! Are Dumb! So I guess that’s it?)

“I do” -I have tried to write this damnable Malec arranged marriage fic like six different times. I have signed up for fic exchanges and bangs with it, I have rewritten massive sections, trying to change tone or structure or POV or whatever, and it basically comes down to they like each other too fast and I keep not gutting it enough to get back to a useful pace, but by the time I realized that I was on take six and kind of sick of it. I may get back to it eventually

“wing!fic” -canon divergent in early s1, trying to deal with the consequences of Simon’s kidnapping as the Truly Serious Event that it should have been. It uh. Got heavier than I expected with those consequences (considering it was originally just supposed to be Alec’s wings flirting with Magnus) and also see above re: rewatching for pacing.

“2x20 aftermath/date night/pandemonium porn“ -yes that is the actual wip title. It used to be “spite fic” because I was originally inspired by fighting against a lot of fic!Alec characterization that was clearly based more on the books and ATG syndrome than the Alec in the show, which is the Alec I know and like and want to read about. BUT, pacing and etc. again, I think. Also I have somehow entirely lost my knack for writing porn, which makes it difficult to finish something originally intended to be smut!fic. Or even teasing almost!smut.

“rubbish heap” -so this is about three different fics that I realized complemented each other really well so they’re now all in the same file as I try to turn them into the sequel of “with an if in its soul”. It includes amnesia, parabatai lore shenanigans, a s3 rewrite, and some truly awful Owl adjustments that make me wince in horrified authorly delight and pain. BUT, as with the other ones in this file, the scope is large and I normally write short-fic and I kind of just threw up my hands in exasperation. I may have to break it back up into the three different fics instead, if I ever actually want to write it. Them? But also I need to take better notes on s3 to make sure I have what I need in here.

SH Pt 2: Started posting or not yet in hiatus because it’s actually almost ready to be a thing in the real world! maybe!?

“kisses (firsts)” -I actually started publishing this one, a “series of firsts” that was supposed to be kind of relationship milestones and kind of an excuse for smut, and then there wasn’t that much smut and I lost momentum and also dear lords & ladies the timeline is stupid, wtf. I may not ever add to this one, tbqh. It doesn’t stop in a terrible place, and they’re all ficlets so they stand alone all right.

“clizzy epilogue” -this is blank atm, it’s more a reminder for me to keep poking away at my “girls who can’t breathe air, only fire” collection BECAUSE I WOULD LIKE TO ACTUALLY GET TO THE CLIZZY AT SOME POINT

"mer!alec" -pts 2-4 of a series, but apparently having an actual plan gets in the way of me *writing* the thing, and I haven't managed to throw the half an outline far enough away from my brain to be able to write again. Or something like that.

"ibhww" -if broken hearts were whole is a soulmate fic I started a million years ago, and purposefully set aside to finish some other WIPs because I thought they'd be quick, and now it's just buried under two and a half years of regret and shame so it's hard to get back to it

"iafy" -i am for you is a delightful & frothy semi-epistolary fluff piece that also just lost momentum because Life & 2020 & etc. It's far and away the most popular thing I've ever posted on AO3, which also makes me feel weird sometimes, and I feel like the fact that there's no grand conclusion planned, just a bit more fluff and settling in, might end up being disappointing? Basically, it's the first time I think I've psyched myself out about reader expectations, and until I get over that I'm going to have trouble finishing the last couple chapters. (There really are probably only two more chapters though. IT’S SO CLOSE, I wish I could just... write it. And yet?)

“fake-hating” -I do not like fake dating as a trope that much, I just do not get it, but I love outside POVs and arranged marriages and there’s this delighful tumblr post about how they wished there was more fic about people who were together but had to pretend they werent’, and uh. This may be that? Eventually? I’m not exhausted by my failure to finish it yet, so it’s still in the regular folder rather than the hiatus folder, even though nothing’s been posted for it.

AND I THINK THAT’S IT?

Not as terrible as it could be, but still. MANY WORDS THAT MAY NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY. Posting the equivalent of one’s old ratty sketchbook is always a weird feeling. :D

#on writing #writing memery #unending WIP List Of Doom

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t-underneaththeradardancing · 4 years

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17 things

i wuz tagged by @write-as-rains

now the query iz - dew u really wanna get to know t better - lol

1 nickname uh t iz 1 - uh tone deaf in punk rawk daze - cross eyed monkey in grammer skool - 2 ppl have called me tony machine lol

2 sag witch i have been told means i am both an awkward fucktard and good at flirting

3 vertically challenged idk at some age cuz it was “average” tho the low side i decided 5 ft 6 - its on my eye d - maybe 5′5′

4 only read 1 potter when i wuz teaching 5th grade - liked it well enough but grad skool so idk houses

5 i think the last thing i googled was how to spell hydrangeas - i kept leafing out the e

6 song stuck in head all of them lol prolly listened to dermot kennedy lost 30x in the last 24 but imma trynna nail it - and it keeps giving me ideas to play on one of vita’s songs im working on - u know im a bit obsessive compulsive yah?

7 in this incarnation on tumblr - 526 followers

8 sleep? this iz tumblr where everyone is wired on cawfee and sleep deprived - if im lucky 4 or 5 hours tho i go for way too long on 3 or less - been sleep deprived insomniac since earliest memory

9 lucky # keeps slipping through my hand as lykke li ( side band liv - forget how to liv ) sing but 4

10 imma livin the dream just instead of making $ imma bleeding lol but ... currently a multi media mogul - i make an excellent fool tho - oh wait i did wanna try quantum comedy

11 wearing @2dcloud tee sent by @maggieumber (if im not wearing a 2dcloud which wuz my stage go to until vita started painting t’s for t - imma wearing 1 vita painted) - jeans - blue - blue and black socks - slippers

12 before we b doin 12 i just hafta say 17 is a lot of questions - oh fave song - u gotta b kidding - i listen to music constantly daily - i get obsessed w a new song or 2 daily and listen countless times esp if i get it my hed i wanna cover it - see obsessive compulsive

13 fave aesthetic moon thru clouds

14 margaret atwood will do as favorite author - dont really categorize things as favorite - too many flavors

15 instrument imma guitar player i can play solo or w others - instrumental or can howl along but i wish i could piano better ( im hella good if i only play white keys lol ) or at all really

16 all cat and crow sounds are wonderful and of course birdsong (myriad gentle love thots prayers feels sent and received daily )

17 random idk pretty much tmi alla time at t- underneath dancing

always play the wild card if it comes up

i actually have been pretty fukkin lucky despite a heart attack a little over a year ago not quite completely recovered from - and u never know - if it wuznt for befriending a delusional psychopath whom i didnt realize wuz total evil - and thru them meeting and playing w teen age musicians - and going to wat ended up being a party way too soon after heart attack - i wouldnt have met vita who is everything i ever hoped for in a band mate and more

never under estimate the power of a pinkie promise

after all this - my 2 brain cells agree

consider urself tagged if u wanna

and u no how i end most scribbles

love

#poetry i guess #tag #sacred art productions

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ain-t-bovvered · 4 years

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15x04 Commentary

bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

Hello and welcome:

@purpleskiesandcherrypies (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon (Kat)

@waywardbaby (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered (Giulia)

Giulia: Ok so in my haste of things i just spilled all my hot coffee on my self. I’m burning but the ep is ready. But fuck

Kat: Oh shit. Go rinse with cold water

Zee: You alive ??

Giulia: No i burned my self with coffee

Nat : Where did you spill it

Giulia: Leg

Nat : You need a minute?

Giulia: No i think I’m good

Zee: Any blisters ?

Giulia: Well i’ll see tomorrow won’t I. Whatever just start the episode I’m already angry. Just...start the ep so I can deal with the mess later on , can’t wait for that

Nat : ok

Nat : 3

Nat : 2

Nat : 1

Nat : go

Nat : "We're gonna be free"

Giulia: No i don t wanna see this again

Zee: Becky ?

Giulia: Gasps

Zee: Wtf?

Nat : is

Nat : that

Kat: BEARDED DEAN BEARDED DEAN BEARDED DEAN

Giulia: AAAAAAH

Nat : AHHHHHHHHH

Giulia: jesus christ

Nat : BAMF

Giulia: Yes please

Nat : I THINK I'M WET

Kat: I KNOW I AM FUCKING HOTNESS IS WHAT IT IS

Giulia: YUM

Nat : I JUST SQUIRTED?

Zee: Are you asking ?

Nat : I'M NOT SURE IT'S ALL WET

Giulia: THE FUCK THE FUCK

Nat : FUCK

Nat : I'M NOT OK

Giulia: I HATE HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS

Nat : IT'S MORE THAN I HOPED FOR

Giulia: YES

Giulia: YES SAME

Kat: SO MUCH BAMF BEARDED DEAN

it’s what we deserve

Giulia: FUCK AAAAAAH

Nat : LUMBERJACK

Kat: BBBEEENNNNNNNNYYYYYY

Zee: Benny?

Giulia: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Nat : BENNY

Giulia: BENNY

Nat : I KNEW IT

Giulia: BEEEENNY

Nat : BENNYYYYYY

Giulia: NO

Nat : I TOLD YA

B: I'll see you on the other side, brother

Giulia: NOT THE SAME LINE

Zee: I can’t type

Nat : I'M CRYING

Zee: Bye

Giulia: FUCK OFF

Giulia: FUCKING HELL

Nat : OK BACK TO THE BEARD

Giulia: NO WHERE

Nat : THE VOICE

Kat: SAME THING HE SAID BEFORE HE WENT INTO DEANS ARM

Giulia: FUCK OFF

Nat : HE CAN LITERALLY HAVE ANYTHING HE WANTS

Nat : WHY ARE WE ALL SCREAMING

Giulia: AAAAAAH

Kat: FUCK HES SUCH A BADASS

Zee: OHHH FUCK

Nat : SHIT

Giulia: HATE THAT

Nat : CAN WE HAVE A PARALLEL SHOW WHERE EVERYONE IS BAMF

Kat: BOYKING DEMON SAM

D: What you did to them...what you did to Bobby...to Jody...

S: They tried to stop me. But I will not be stopped.

D: Sam, you listen to me.This is the demon blood. You have to fight it!

Giulia: JENSEN MY GOD

Nat : SHIT

S: Why would I do that?

D: Sammy Please

Giulia: MY GOD I CAN T

Nat : "SAMMY" I HATE IT WHEN HE SAYS IT

Giulia: SAMMY PLEASE

Nat : SAMMY PLEASE

Giulia: HOW ABOUT NO

Nat : NO

Giulia: WOW OK

Nat : FUCK YOU SAM

Kat: OUCH

Nat : Is that chucks book

Kat: And bye bye bearded Dean. Gone too soon

Already missed

Giulia: Well Sam do see his shit now

Nat : The beginning with Dean sounds like something I would write

Nat : I WANT MORE OF THAT DEAN

Giulia: Don t we all

S: Dean, you know I don't eat --

Is Sam vegetarian now?

Nat : VEGGIE BACON

Zee: VEGGIE BACON

Nat : WHY ARE WE STILL SCREAMING

S: "I don't want any of that hippie, Sarah McLaughlin grass-eater crap in the Meat Man's kitchen."

Giulia: MEAT MAN

Nat : THE MEAT MAN DOES HE KNOW WHAT IT MEANS?

Zee: ARE WE ALL GONNA BE TYPING IN CAPITALS?

Giulia: YEAH

Kat: It means he has a big dick

Nat : I KNOW, BUT HE DOESN'T

Nat : Anyway, I'm done watching am I not? That's it. That's the whole episode

Kat: My boys need hugs

D: Look, man, I get it, okay? With Jack...and Rowena..

Giulia: ARE WE GONNA ADRESS

Giulia: SEEMS NOT

Giulia: OK FINE, IT’S FINE, WE’RE FINE

Kat: What

Zee: What?

Giulia: Nothing . We just gonna push it down in true Winchester style.

Nat : Of course not, it's a filler episode

Kat: Oh, I think I know If it’s what I think, it’s not mentioned at all

Giulia: What else is new

S: That’s real bacon

D: You're damn right it is

meat man

Nat : Ok bye guys

Kat: SIT YOUR ASS DOWN

Nat : I WANT TO THINK THAT I SAW EVERYTHING I WANTED

Zee: No you didn’t

Kat: But it’s Jensen’s last ep. And I really like it.

Giulia: Anyway

Nat : lAcrOsS

Zee: The end of the world

Zee: He knows

Nat : The little prayer thing at half time

Kat: Ugh parents

Nat : me talking to someone

Nat : SIR CONTAIN YOUR EYEBROWS

Zee: That’s awesome

Giulia: That’s awesome

Giulia: Ok but u know what i don’t like about filler eps tho. That they are like these oases outside of everything where seems like things don’t matter .... Whatever

Nat : Gag me

Zee: Kinky

Nat : please do

Kat: What she said

Nat : SHOULDER TO HIP RATIO

Giulia: Oh the flask again. What esle is also new, this day is already ruined anyway

Kat: So good

Nat : also it's been shot in the beginning, I hardly think that Jensen knew what happened the episode before that.

Zee: Why is dean drinking and eating all the time?

Nat : don't you do that?

I mean....same

S: We keep them from dealing with the truth, with what's out there, and we carry the weight. It's great. They have no idea What's out there.

Kat: Sammy is a little disillusioned

Giulia: OH WHAT

Nat : oh no

Zee: Becky?!

Giulia: awe

Kat: She’s so normal now

Nat : There's something wrong with Becky

Zee: Great

Giulia: No fuck off

Nat : Ah, there it is

Kat: Not with her lol

Nat : God is fucking desperate

Giulia: That’s not everybody’s else problem tho so can he fuck off

Zee: Somebody’s got a fetish

Kat: Okay Dean

Nat : Don't we all

Kat: Cheerleader fetish lol

Nat : Mine is Dean

Kat: Many

Giulia: Of course she is

Giulia: Oh becky

Nat : mY WOrK

Zee: Oh honey

Nat : A little obsessed

Giulia: Oh honOh look she is us after the show ends

Nat : What show ends?

Kat: The one you’re not watching

Kat: At least she’s not a complete wackadoodle now

Nat : A little bit of a falling out

Zee: Poor God, Nobody wants to hang out with him

Nat : God is a fucking child throwing a tantrum

Kat: Because he’s a douche

Giulia: Awe that’s so pathetic it’s almost cute

Nat : It sounds wrong

B: I am married to an amazing man, I have two great kids,and I like myself, Chuck. For the first time in a long time, I like myself. So I don't need you.

YOU GO GIRL

Nat : you do you, becky

Zee: By Becky nonetheless

G: You don't need me. No one does.

Zee: Boo fucking hoo

G: I feel so lost.

Kat: Oh shut up with the pity party chuck

B: Then, Chuck, you have to write.

Giulia: Oh no he doesn t

Nat : Dean is eating his way through the episode

Kat: Rob plays annoying so well

Kat: thicc arms

Giulia: Sure she wants to help you lol

Kat: Dean with the slow clap

Zee: That smile

Nat : I can't with Dean's eyebrow this episode

Giulia: Felt that

Kat: I need wine lol

Nat : It's the dad?

Giulia: Wow

Nat : Anything stronger than what? Water?

Zee: What does he want with Becky ??

G: I mean, I used to be able to see Sam and Dean in my head, wherever they were, whatever they were doing. It was all just there, ripe for the picking. And now it's just gone.

Nat : oh god, chuck annoys the fuck out of me

Nat : throw him out, becks

Giulia: Hey

Zee: Fan fic isn’t the same ?? Excuse you dick

Nat : I read EXPOSE your dick

Kat: I wish she wouldn’t push him to write

Giulia: Awe look at that maniac stare

Kat: Bad idea

Giulia: Ew no

Kat: Of course

Nat : Ah, it's both of them

Nat : Sam walks in with a puppy look

Kat: He looks like that the whole ep

Giulia: How they know

Zee: TheY seriously need to control their ducking faces

Zee: Fu

D: We're not FBI.

Giulia: Well that was hot

Nat : Where did he keep the machete

Nat : in his pants?

IN HIS MEAT MAN PANTS

Kat: A holster under his many layers

Giulia: Not great

Nat : The way he says Sammy

Kat: JUST WAIT

Nat : But right at his ass

Zee: FOCUS

Kat: She is. On his ass.

Nat : I can't. I wanna see how he pulls it out from another angle

Zee: What she said

Nat : finger guns

B: No one even mentions Cass.

Giulia: AH

Zee: Thanks Becky

Giulia: I LIKE BECKY

Nat : Becky gets it

Giulia: chuck angry

Kat: SHUT UP BECKY

Nat : Ah no,

Giulia: Fuck. No thanks

Nat : I give you danger

Zee: Fuck you becky

NO, WE LIKE HER NOW

Nat : get off my dick god

Nat : Ah

Kat: Now you know

Nat : Well

dad: You don't have children, do you? Because if you did, you would know that to see your child in pain rips your heart out. And you'd know that you'd do anything. You'd die for them.

Giulia: AH but he does. They all do

Nat : He had a child, thank you very much

Giulia: JACK

Zee: And Ben

Nat : EMMA

Giulia: Meh whatever

Giulia: Hate this

Kat: This whole thing is sad

Nat : I mean, I kinda feel for them

Zee: The kid wants to do good

snorts.....like Jack....lol ring any bell?

*sound of someday starts to play*

Nat : AH

Giulia: AAAAAH

Zee: NOOOOOOO

Nat : SOUNDS OF SOMEDAY

Giulia: FUCK

Nat : WHAT

Giulia: STOP

Nat : MY GOD

Giulia: SOB

Nat : Great, now I will associate it with that scene?

Giulia: UGH

Zee: IM DEAD

Giulia: WOW OK

Nat : I'm sads

Zee: SHIT

Giulia: WELL OK

Nat : It's so sad

Giulia: oh no this is so sad. This shot is beautiful tho

Nat : Cuz it's true, the lengths parents are willing to go

Giulia: Chuck fuck off

Zee: FUCK YOU CHUCK

Nat : CHUCK SHOULD FUCKING GET OFF OUR DICKS

Giulia: Yeah it is dark af

Kat: IT GETS SO BAD GUYS

Giulia: Nice

Kat: HOLD ME

Zee: FUCK YOU

Nat : GO TELL HIM BECKY

Kat: Winchester 😭

Zee: WHYVIS BECKY US ?

B: You can't do this to the fans.

Nat : It's good right? Fuck off

Giulia: I already hate this

Kat: OH NO OH NO OH NO

Nat : Ah no

Giulia: OH COME ON

Nat : WTF

Giulia: CHUCK

Nat : FUCK YOU

Kat: IT GETS WORSE

Nat : FUCK YOU CHUCK

Zee: I can’t

Giulia: Ah babe dean already did that. Remember when Dean prayed to God about Mom, Crowley and Castiel? lol Bet this fucker made the exact face , maybe munching on popcorn

Nat : WHAT IS THIS SHIT

Giulia: and we are at 5 goodbyes . So: Kevin, Ketch, Rowena, Becky, Benny

Nat : I SHOULD HAVE STOPPED WATCHING IN THE BEGINNING AFTER THE RIDICULOUSLY HOT DEAN

Kat: See she shouldn’t have encouraged him

Giulia: With my leg burning

Zee: Shut up both of you

Nat : Go look after your leg

Kat: Now for the BM scene

Giulia: My room smells like coffee

Zee: Not bad

Giulia: Coffee i did not drink

Nat : Ah stop it Dean

Giulia: Why they look so much all over the place tho

S: we'd have done the same thing. For Jack. If we had the chance.

I can’t decipher Dean’s expression right now . idk.

D: I get it. We have lost way, way too much. And it's hard not to feel like just...cashing out. I felt like that. After Chuck, back at the crypt. But you know what brought me back? You did. By sayin' that what we do still matters. I mean, that's why I wanted to drag us out here That's why I wanted to -- to work a case, to save lives, you know? 'Cause it is -- it's a -- it's a crap job. We do the ugly things so that people can live happy.

S: lucky them

D: We still do the job. But we don't do it for us We did it for Jack, for Mom, for Rowena. We owe it to anybody who has ever gave a damn about us to keep putting one foot in front of the other. No matter what. And, hey, man, like you said, now that Chuck's gone,

Giulia: AH THEY THINK

D: we're finally on our own. We are finally free to... move on, you know?

Nat : Sam with his stupid puppy face

S: I can't forget any of them. Dean, I still think about Jessica. I -- I can't just let that go.

Giulia: aw sam

Kat: I still think about Jessica

Zee: Someone hug Sam

Kat: Damn it not the hearts

Kat: Sammy is broken af 😭

Nat : "I can't even breathe"

Nat : Same, Sam

Giulia: Hate this

Giulia: Hate

S : But maybe tomorrow. You know, maybe I'll -- I'll feel better in the morning.

Giulia: Can sam stop crying

Giulia: Asking for a friend

Nat : Can Sam just stop Period

Kat: Ugh chuck again

Giulia: Asshole

Nat : We all know it

Zee: I hate it

Nat : Promo?

Nat : So young, and the way he's so full of himself "obviously", so proud

Giulia: So cocky

Giulia: Bastard

Kat: Makes me giggle bc the fandom always says he doesn’t age

Zee: I can’t wait for the million red gifs

Kat: I’ve already reblogged a few sets

Zee: I saw

Kat: And made a post about his beard

Kat: Did you look before the episode?

Zee: I can’t hear you. I’m entering a tunnel

Why am I not even a bit surprised.

Zee: I’m talking about the gifs Giuls will start slapping us with

Giulia: Idk I don t feel like it. I’d would love to make them nicer BUT NO ONE I ASKED TOLD ME HOW so....

Nat : I’ll rewatch the first 5 minutes and keep on squirting

Zee: TMI bb?! lol

Nat : Is there anything like TMI with us?

NO, there ain’t

If you want to get tagged send an ask HERE or to @waywardbaby or a smoke signal, idk whatever I’m tired af.

TAGS: @wayward-angelgirl @destiel-honeypie @mariekoukie6661 @dragontamerm @closetspngirl @rainflowermoon @mattiecat @bunnybaby121115 @aliaitee2 @jacks-word-of-the-day @4evamc @dammitsammy @legendary-destiel @winchesterprincessbride @destielhoneybee @castiellover20 @ravenhg @evvvissticante @emoryhemsworth

#15x04 #15x04 spn #spn commentary #Supernatural episode #Episode commentary #season 15 commentary

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lvkswrites-blog · 5 years

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Sweet Dream or a Beautiful Nightmare Part 2

PAIRINGS: Loki x Mutant Reader

Warnings: Mature content and a lot of swearing.

A/N: @wolfgar15 I hope you like this. Thanks for reading my posts. Also I am open for requests.

Reader's POV

It's been days since me and Loki made a contact. That mother@#^r keeps avoiding me for days. Fuck that piece of-- He's standing at a corner watching me train with Natasha and other mutants of my age.

Apparently, Natasha is fond of what I can do and had been using my abilities for missions.

I huffed and continued punching the bag infront of me. Natasha is watching me from behind.

-----

That day, at lunch, I sat with Natasha. However she's not having any like I do. She just stared at a distance like thinking about something.

"Would you mind sharing your thoughts, Nat?"

Natasha looked at me and said, "Have you felt that your soul got sucked out of you?"

I quirk my brow... "What do you mean? Are you sucking off Steve-"

"That's not what I meant", Nat snapped. "It's like my soul-- I don't know. I feel weird."

"-Like you feel empty? Or maybe your soul was trapped somewhere not there on your body." I suggested. "I felt that. Many times. However, I just care that I am here... In this universe." Taking in the macaroni in my mouth.

Nat grin and pat my shoulder before she leave.

"-Go get America's Ass!" I yelled. Nat sticked her middle finger up in the air.

Halfway as I eat, Loki appeared infront of my table. I scoffed and looked down my meal. "I lost appetite." I announced and grabbed my tray. Loki's hand quickly stopped my arm, knocking off the utensils from my tray. I pulled my arm hard but his grip is harder.

"What do you want?!", I growled at him.

His cheeky face is annoying and-

"Why is it that you're annoyed when I know you have been waiting for me to talk, darlin'?"

"You know?" I paused. "Go fuck yourself."

Loki finally released my arm. He chuckled and said, "Funny, I just did. However, It's not as good as you--" I firmly placed my hand over his mouth to muffle his sentence.

"You just don't blurt it out you stupid arse of a god."

Loki took my hand away but held it. He then licked my thumb and his eyes stared directly at mine.

My mouth gaped and I- Im. Shit. This fucker. Fuck people. Does he know how secured this place is? This place is a fucking jail.

Loki did not say anything else and he just dragged me. My tray fell on the floor.

-----

He took me to his place by his illusion. He turned me into Thor so it just looks like he's dragging his brother. When we reached his room, He pushed me to his bed.

"Hey, turn me back. Don't tell me you wanna fuck your brother."

Loki gave a stern look and before I know I was me again.

"You amuse me. First, midgardian, I am not a brother fucker. Second," Loki started tossing off the clothes he had by every word. "It's you that is fucked" "Third, we should keep it quiet so you can enjoy me as long as you want." He was now all naked. He's length is damn hard he walked towards me while he is running a hand on his shaft.

I am still in my training clothes. Damn. Loki stood infront of me hoisting hiself. I am lost for words.

"Just how fast do you want this?" I said annoyed.

"You've done me." "I am kind enough that you do what you like with me."

"Anything??" I asked.

He grinned and I pushed him down to his bed.

I stripped and left nothing. Loki really loved the quick show. Showing I was just as eager as him.

"How dare you tease me"..."For a fucking week." At the end of my sentence, I kissed his cheek and nestled on his torso. His hand is still on his manhood. Stroking it at a steady pace.

"Don't finish off like that, Mr." I said and ran my hand on his chest. Loki squinted and let go of his hands.

I do not know if I am ready to take him right away but I am sure as hell I cant tease anymore. So I spread my legs wider and took his hard shaft. I hissed when I felt him stretch me out.

"Fuck" I groaned.

Loki covered my mouth with his large hand and watch how he enters me. I clenched around him and I earned a moan from him.

He glared at me like he was saying "You did not tell me you were this fucking tight."

I started moving when I felt comfortable with him. My insides stretched further when He went in again, deeper.

Loki was moaning but not loud but I still managed to hush him by putting my lips on his.

God... His lips are better and for the record I think this is the first time we kissed. Loki's muscle tensed at my action. I pulled back thinking I should not have done that.

I was right.

Loki hugged me and by arm he gripped me pulling my body closer to his. His length went a little less deep but fuck it's hitting the right spots of my insides.

My face nestled between the crook of his neck where I can smell him. He smelled like manly perfume and sweat. His ear is closer so I really keep my moans and gasps soft.

he bucks his hips in and out of me and he was saying some things like a prayer while I lay over him.

"Loki that felt so good." I moaned.

"Agh... oh my god... just like that."

Loki's hand is all over the place. One moment it was caressing my arse and the next it was on his hair gripping or pulling it while going in and out of me.

I know I was close... I clenched around him and mentally recording every movement I feel.

Loki felt it too and he put his lips between my neck and sucked on it. Adding another sensation that will surely put me on the edge.

My body trembled violently and he did not even stop tho I exploded and overly sensitive he kept riding until he also find his release. I pulled his hair and moaned "Loki, no." But he did.

"Y/N... Take it...Agh."

He just released inside me.

I felt powerless that moment but I also felt so full... satisfied even.

I pulled his hair hardly and bit his lips. I pulled away, "Who said you come like that?!"

"Y/N... I... Im not yet done... Hold still baby." His arm is locked around my body and I felt his dick still hard inside me pouring his release inside me. I bit on his shoulder making him let out an annoyed sound.

-----

*Third Person POV*

Loki has been more tolerable since then. Tony and Steve shared a confused look with one another and looked at Thor.

"How come your brother became into singing and humming." Tony asked Thor.

"Your brother asked me do I feel better..." Steve added.

"He's... I dont... maybe... well..." Thor shrugged.

Thor, Steve, and Tony both looked at Loki who was grinning like a kid.

"Do you think he's plotting another attack?", Steve asked concernedly.

#loki #mature #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki smut #loki x reader #smut #loki imagines #loki x y/n #loki stan #loki fandom #loki of asgard #loki fanfic

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surveys-at-your-service · 5 years

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Survey #219

“make a move and you pay for it; pick a lord and you pray to it.”

Do you actually love your grandpa? I don't really remember either of mine. I do from what I remember and have learned of them, though. Do you actually love your grandma? I don't remember my dad's mom at all, but I mean, I love her simply for being my dad's mother, who loved her. My mom's mom, yeah, even though she's. Hard to like a lot of the time. Do you have Facebook? Yes. What was the last thing you posted on someone’s wall? A birthday post. Do you have MySpace? My old one still exists, but I sure haven't been on it since it was current. What is your favorite kind of music? Heavy metal. Favorite soft drink? Mountain Dew Voltage is actually cocaine to me rip. Favorite food? Probably like... pepperoni pizza or cheeseburgers. I'm a full-blooded 'Merican. Have you ever felt replaced? OH, HAVE I! Have you ever worn false eyelashes? No. Do you ever regret making a friend? I don't think so. Can you cure mental illness? I don't know about cure, but you can certainly learn how to handle it better and alleviate symptoms. Is God good? Define "God." Cats or dogs? Kitties. Do you play video games? Yeah, but I don't play nearly the variety that I used to. Do you take medication for mental health? Yes. Can you really be racist to a white person? No shit? Do you have a favorite hair accessory? What does it look like? No. What’s your favorite type of insect? Butterflies. What’s your LEAST favorite type of insect? Larvae, like maggots. Disgusting. Who was the last person you Facebook messaged? What did you say? What’s his/her favorite food? Idk and I don't feel like checking. I rarely use it. What was the last song you listened to? Does it mean anything to you? "Thoughts & Prayers" by Motionless In White is a mood with my mad-at-God-24/7 ass. It needs to stop honestly. I've become so hateful about religion. Not towards followers, mind you, just the concept itself. I could write a novel on this, but I don't feel like it. Just me and organized religion don't get along anymore. Have you ever slept in a water bed? On a water mattress, yeah. How do you feel about having sex during your menstrual period? Never tried, not for me. Sounds messy. Does your ex have a job? My most recent, I guess you mean? Yeah. Have you ever slept in a car? Yeah, on long drives to like New York and stuff. What was the last term of endearment you used (babe, hun, dear, etc)? *checks phone* "Sweetie." How often do you use Flickr? Never. I can't log into my account anymore since Yahoo said "fuck u Britt," so there's no point. Have you ever been on a blind date? No. Do you have a crush on the last person you texted? She's my girlfriend so y'know like- Have you ever got into an argument with the last person you kissed? We very much disliked each other at first, so... guess, lmao. Have you ever liked somebody who was nice to you, but horrible to everyone else? Eh, that's a mystery... Juan was very sweet to me, but I know he had a bad rep. I didn't really see how he interacted with others. How’s your appetite atm? It's normal. I'm not currently hungry. Out of all the conversations you’ve had recently, which one has made you smile or laugh the most? Sara randomly and excitedly texted me to tell me "Welcome to the Jungle" was on at work, which was on the radio both when I was there and she was here, so she thought of how much she missed me lakdjsfkalwe I smiled my face in half. Do you look decent in your most recent photograph? Eh, it wasn't awful. It was for my school ID. What is one vacation destination that many people think is just fabulous but which you personally have no desire to visit (or revisit)? New York City. My sis went and said it was 1.) insane and 2.) disgusting. If you were five years younger but knew everything at that age that you’ve actually learned over the last five years, what is one thing you would definitely do differently? Go to the partial hospitalization program way sooner. What serves as the greatest motivation for you in your daily life? To earn a happy, content future. What activity that you have to do every once in a while that you dread the most? "Every once in a while," I'd say clean Mitsu's cage. She is such a strange rat. Enjoys pets, but being picked up is a no sir. When people hear what you do for a living, what is the most typical question or comment they give you regarding your job? N/A If you were left alone for one hour with nothing more than a pen and a notepad, what would you be inclined to draw or write during those 60 minutes? I'd probably write a poem. I know I wouldn't draw 'cuz fuck no am I doing so with a pen. If you could witness anything at all in super-slow motion, what would you want to see? Uhhh. Idk. Anything I can think of, like lightning, I've seen because of the Internet. If someone were looking for you in a bookstore, in what section would they be most likely to find you? Probably like, young adult fiction/fantasy, something like that. What do you forget to do more often than anything else? Lately, take one of my mood stabilizers. I need to get the box out... aaaand forget every day. I haven't felt any different without it tho so like... If you could teach everyone in the world one skill, what would it be? Compassion, maybe. You’ve been offered the chance to paint a billboard along a highway with any message you choose, as long as it’s only 10 words long. What is your message? I'm not spending time musing over something that serious lakaljdsfawe. Would you ever travel to Africa? Hell yes. I desperately want to go to South Africa on the Tswalu Kalahari tour. Whose house were you last at? Besides my own, my older sister's. Have you ever had a near-death experience? I guess this depends on how near death you mean. I've been in one car accident that my mom managed to make minor only by being a good driver; realistically, we should've flipped, according to the cop. My mom just acted quickly enough. Then I heavily ODed, but I was given more than enough fluids in time to keep me surprisingly okay. I don't know what would've happened if I hadn't told Mom so quickly, and I don't care to think about it. I'm fucking lucky and don't want to think about what could've happened. Have you ever met anyone who was overly addicted to a computer game? Tbh I myself could've been in this position when my depression was so bad, but then there's factors to that that lean towards it just having been a preference versus addiction. Idk. It's not a problem anymore so not worth debating over. Have you ever been fingered? That was the first cheat when you chose abstinence lmao. What do you do the most when you are online? Watch or listen to something on YouTube. What video game have you played the most? So in WoW you can actually type in /played to see how long you've played JUST that one character up to the years (or maybe days?) down to seconds and. I will never type it in lmao. Ongoing games are v depressing. Do you have scars you don’t like to talk about? No, those are thankfully gone. What is something you and your significant other do that may seem weird to others? Be helplessly and openly in love with imaginary demons while dating each other lmao (she's a Freeza fanatic). When and why did you last cry? The second day of school because of math class. When was the last time you drank? I think like... back on the 4th of July. Or some days after 'cuz I know Mom and I didn't finish the container in one night. Do you wear jewelry a lot? Just my piercings, really. Save for on my ear lobes because the holes on the left are fucked up, yay. I'm going to wind up just slightly stretching the first holes when I can afford a small kit; actual studs or hoops look stupid. Never wanted gauges until the holes got too stretched by the weight of hoops; now something needs to be there. Who in your household do you not have a good relationship with? My sister's (who doesn't even live here...) dog Bentley. I hate him and he doesn't like me. No, that doesn't mean I mistreat a pet. He's just a pain in the goddamn ass. Who in your life are you scared to lose more than anything? My mom. I don't know what would happen to me or how I'd cope at this time. Honestly, would you rather be single or in a relationship? I'm happier in a healthy relationship. Do any of your friends not get along at all? No. I mean, not that I know of. What are your 3 favorite internet sites? I'd be LOST without YouTube, then KM follows up close. #3, uh... Facebook or Tumblr, I suppose. Have you ever gotten anything autographed, if so by who & what was it? No. Well, I do have a little book of Disney World character autographs, but I don't think that really counts. Do you prefer Walmart or Target? We use Wal-mart. Who is your favorite model? Sara is a gd model don't even @ me about it. What have you done that is out of character for you? The Joel thing is the most anti-Brittany thing I've ever done for sure. I can't think of anything more current that stands out, unless it's- NO WAIT, this was quite a few months ago, but I firmly stood against an opinion my psychiatrist made known. He's very talkative and open as hell about his beliefs in current events, and he said something about pit bulls where I was just like... um no sir. I wasn't going to be rude though to HIM of all people so just said I don't base dogs by their breed and shut up. Awkward silence and we moved on. What do you feel strong enough to protest about? LGBT acceptance and rights. I already protest by having given up Chic-fil-a okay I care y'all. What’s the biggest blooper you’ve never lived down? Who knows... What is the best thing you have done just because you were told you can’t? Idk. I'm lucky to not have really been told that... What are you most thankful for? Thinking it all over, probably being born where I am. Boy is America FUCKED UP in some places, but boy would I be in a MUCH worse place if I was born in, say, North Korea, between my mental issues, sexuality, and opinions that can go to either end of the spectrum. How do you feel about thrift shops or flea markets? I love them! You can find the coolest, wackiest shit. What do you like to put gravy on? I hate gravy with a passion. Have you ever gone canoeing/kayaking? No. What one thing in particular makes you feel good about yourself? I genuinely think I'm a nice person that has other's well-being in mind. What is priceless to you? Love, in any form. What is one thing you know about your family history you’re proud of? Uhhh. I guess more than anything, I'm proud of my distant cousin for her unwavering love for and loyalty to her daughter when it came to escaping the Middle East and her dictatorial husband. Read Not Without My Daughter, it's great. Do you keep a budget? I don't have an income. What makes you feel rested and refreshed? Rested, a good night's sleep following being truly exhausted. Refreshed, oh man, gimme a hot, long shower. Who depends on you the most? Nobody. Could you ever be someone’s bodyguard? Hell no. Has one of your biggest fears come true? Yes. I was entirely convinced the world would literally end if Jason left. That night still doesn't feel real. Have you ever let your mom or significant other fight a battle for you? Colleen and Mom once fought after I'd ignored her, so I guess? It wasn't my wish or anything though for her to do it; Mom had shit to say by her own volition, and I wasn't going to tell my mother "no you can't do that." Did you create a checklist for your ideal spouse? No? Have you ever ridden on a subway or train and what did you like about it? Nope. Do you have to experience something to fully understand it? Yes. What embarrasses you instantly? A LOT A LOT A LOT!!!!! It is SO easy to embarrass me, including second-handedly. Do you think you could be a firefighter, why/why not? Hell no, I'm most certainly not in the necessary shape, and quite honestly I'm not that willing to risk my life for random people that could be assholes. What do you think should be censored? Idk. I have mixed feelings on censorship, no matter how stupid it seems. Eh... yeah, idk. Are you related to anyone famous or historical, if so who? Queen Victoria and William Clark. Would you ever donate a kidney to anyone, and who? Depends on who and obviously if we're even compatible. Have you ever fired a gun? No. What is the main quality you think makes a great parent? Sincerely caring for them, probably. Who is a female role model in your life? My mom, in some ways. What childhood dreams have you neglected? Jfc a lot, I don't want to think about it. What do you have trouble seeing clearly in your mind? My future, honestly. It's hard picturing my elderly days. Like I'm not suicidal anymore, I just don't really... realize I'll get there, I guess. I can't picture myself being old and alive. Would you travel to space if possible? No, too long of a trip. Are you an optimistic person? I'm a realist. Do you consider yourself more realistic OR idealistic? ^ Have you ever felt bi-curious? I started out accepting myself as bisexual through thinking myself as bicurious. I quickly realized "bisexual" was more accurate than "bicurious," but it was an easier thing to shift acceptance towards in regards to yourself when you thought you were straight for 21 years. Are you a fan of U.S. President Donald Trump? No sir. I agree with some of his ideas, but I hate him as an asshole person without a trace of manners. Do you know anyone with autism, mood disorders or learning disabilities? Multiple. I'd assume most people know someone who fits at least one criterion there. Are you green-eyed? Not exactly, but they definitely have a green hue to them. They're a gray/green blue. Would you consider UFC fighting and WWE real sports events? I think it's beyond debate that a lot of it is staged, but I mean, I guess to a degree? You still have to fight. It's physical exertion. Have you ever had an immediate relative pass away of cancer? No. Wait. I can't remember if my grandmother had cancer or not... but I don't think so. She was just old. Would you rather work in an office, warehouse or on a retail shop floor? An office, definitely. In my work-hunting as well as actual work experience, office work is probably the only job I could actually do that doesn't require a degree... Do you have a favorite wild animal? Why? You can't know me and not be fully aware meerkats are my favorite animal. Why? Ho boy. I love social species, and meerkats have such strong personalities, and holy shit are those little things brave as fuck. They're so GOSH DARN CUTE!!!! too, and their loyalty to each other is astounding. I love how playful and curious the little guys are, and... just wow okay, I could write an actual essay on how I adore meerkats so goddamn much. Do you have any unusual, uncommon phobias? I'm sure there are other people afraid of whale sharks, but I don't think it's common? And is an actual phobia of pregnancy uncommon? Idk. Do you prefer Android or iPhone? I hate my Android. I've had an iPhone in the past, and it was great. Are you a fan of sweet, sour, salty, or savory snacks? All, depending on my mood. Most often I'd say I like sweet. Do you believe climate change is real? We can't be friends if you don't. Do you believe in evolution OR creationism? Evolution. Do you think people can really predict the future? Nah. Have you been to a lot of shrinks? I hate that word. Just call them therapists. But yeah. How often do you clean your room? Not often enough. I need to dust... Any movies coming out soon that you want to see? I DESPERATELY wanna see the "Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark" one. Those books were my CHILDHOOD. What was the last fear you overcame? I don't know about totally overcame, but vocational rehab helped me quite a bit with answering the phone to numbers I didn't recognize. Have you ever hurt yourself trying to crack a body part? No, nothing on me really cracks. Well no, both my big toes do, but no, I haven't hurt myself trying to crack them. What’s the worst part about winter? The days where it's cold BUT ALSO WINDY asdkljfaklwej;awe Summer? It's too fucking hot and probably humid, too. Spring? POLLEN. Fall? Literally nothing. :') Are you allergic to anything? Pollen and silver. How many times have you changed a diaper in your life? Like, once. Which country has the most fascinating culture? Oh boy, idk. Who does your favorite song? Idrk what my current favorite song is. I say my all-time fave is "False Flags" by Massive Attack, but it's not something I constantly wanna listen to. I guess you could maybe say it's "Headache" by Motionless In White; I play and repeat that a lot. I've really been digging them lately. When was the last time you wore makeup? Shit dude, idk. Months ago. Do you prefer males or females or both? I'm generally afraid of men, but I mean, I don't "prefer" one over the other if he's a good guy. Where in your town do you go when you wanna chill with a few friends? I don't have any friends I go out with. But there's nowhere to go here anyway. Where’s the best place to get coffee? N/A Have you ever seen someone struggle with an addiction? My dad was an alcoholic, but he's recovered. He loved (idk if he still does it) fantasy football, too. Pretty sure I got my addictive personality from him, lol. When was the last time someone gave you flowers? Early 2017. Do you like cranberry juice? omfg NO. Do you play any zombie-killing video games? The Last of Us is fucking dope, but I didn't finish it before my PS3 broke. :'( I like the Resident Evil series too, and some of those games have zombies or similar creatures. And The Walking Dead game tears my heart out every fucking season. What is the dominating genre on your mp3 player/iPod? Varying forms of metal. Do you have a book shelf? No. What website do you spend way too much time on? YouTube is ALWAYS open. I constantly either watch let's players and a few other kinds of YTers, moving windows around so I can see it and do other things, or listen to music. Do you like wind chimes? I LOVE!!!!!!!!!! WINDCHIMES!!!!!!!!!! Do you have a fetish? No. Do you have a pet fish? No. Don't get me wrong, they're beautiful and calming, but not worth it for me personally. They don't have much of a personality at all, and cleaning a tank so much for just a fish isn't for me. Do you like kettle corn? (That sweet and salty popcorn) Yessss! Do you enjoy classic rock? Hell yeah, man. When was the last time you went for a walk, just cause? Not since I was at Sara's last. Do you listen to Type O Negative? No. Do you have any fillings or cavities? Yeah. Have you gotten your wisdom teeth taken out yet? No, and thankfully I don't need to. One was very close to needing to be, but it has just enough room. Do you actually read privacy policies when signing up for new things? "Depending on what I’m signing up for, I’m likely to at least skim it." <<< This. Did you have a lot of birthday parties when you were younger? If so, did you invite everyone in the class? I had a party every year up to... idk what age. And no, I only invited friends. Do you like when things are color coordinated? Yes. Have you ever participated in one of those “guess how many jelly beans, mints, etc. are in this jar!” contest? if so, have you ever won? Yeah, and no. Can you juggle? Nope. Have you ever mistaken a ringing phone on TV or in a movie for your own? Who hasn't? How often do you use bobby pins? Never. My hair's really too short for them. Well, I'd probably pin the right side up if I was doing something like cleaning. Do you live on an avenue, road, drive or something else? Road. What are your school colors? Blue and white. Have you ever taken a picture with Santa when you were little? Yeah. Have you ever rolled down a steep, grassy hill for fun? Actually yeah. Do you like Nerds candy? Yes I do.

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