#i have two conventions i am supposed to be getting ready for

[girlscience]

trying to find an apartment and I am going to start blowing up landlords. I have reached out to so many and now my mom is sending interest messages for me too, but no one wants someone to move in during May and the prices on all these places are bonkers. also, the issue I had with my TA schedule was resolved for one single blissful night and then fell apart. I have the research hours I need and one class I need, but the other class I needed is already full and cannot accept more students, so I have to find a different one and my advisor isn't getting back to me :/

#my car is getting it's ac fixed. i have an appointment to get my glasses looked at yet again. #my cats vet stuff and my doctor stuff is all done (i am switching birth control tho and i am praying to every god it won't fuck me up) #i am going to do field trials for the next two days so hopefully my kitty won't shit all over or have bladder problems while i'm gone #i need to check if i have to get a meningitis vaccine before grad school #i have two conventions i am supposed to be getting ready for #possibly a friend visiting for a weekend as well #and my cousin and uncle coming for a tour of the lab because my cousin is thinking about biology for college #and i have a concert at the end of may i have to make plans with people about #and i have to move. #like on the one hand i am getting shit done #but also there is so much and on top of it all i still have to do stuff like laundry and dishes and cooking and vacuum and litter etc #really if i could just get my classes done and an apartment figured out my stress would decrease dramatically #i found one place i really liked that seemed perfect but the listing was a lie. it's already been rented out #and most places that have gotten back to me either say no move in till august or no cats or they are looking to move in more immediately #than i can move. or they need me to meet income requirements. making 3x the rent on a TA stipend isn't possible #RRAAAGGAGGAGGGHHHHHH

[cozylittleartblog]

long way down

#doodles #art #character design #original character #original art #oc #my oc #tessa #static sky #sketches #style inspired by pandeemoneeum on toyhouse #i've needed a vacation so bad for like 3 years and i finally sorta get one (two days of convention) #and i get back and i am. as expected. Revitalized. i am ready to Draw. and i did i did some shop stuff #and THEN.... i got a cold from my dad and there went all that energy. oh . my god. #unfair that i avoided con plague just to get backstabbed at home. unfair. unfair. im suing #this was supposed to have a color to it but i did it in black and white first and it looks much better than everything else i tried #and so it stays

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the Asshole for taking my SIL to an anime convention?

My (42M) SIL (29F) has autism and was living with my MIL until she suddenly passed away from heart failure back in 2022. My wife (40F) and I both knew SIL likes to cosplay and go to conventions. Figuring that’s something she and MIL did together, I decided to tell her I want to take her to an anime convention the following year. We chose one that worked out for all of us, timeline wise, along with the costs of transportation, hotel, etc.

Now, this may be a controversial opinion, but I hate anime; nearly all of it is hypersexualized (aside from one, which I’ll get into in a moment). It makes me cringe that my oldest daughter (13F) loves anime, and that that’s all she ever wants to watch. Personally, I feel she’s getting too old for cartoons, but since I also have two younger children, I let it slide.

Prior to actually leaving for con, SIL had sent emails of videos and blogs all about attending anime conventions. Clearly eager to prepare us. She also had outbursts over all sorts of things and lashed out at us on multiple occasions; her emails were often filled with negativity, and simmering rage. In between all of this, we had her relocate to an apartment closer to us.

Anyway, SIL, my daughter, and I go to the airport, we get to the hotel and check-in. We explored the city for a few hours. Now, before all of this, SIL claims she has a “low heat tolerance”, and complained the entire time whenever we walked from Point A to Point B; yes, the city the con was at has good transit and yes I insisted we walk anyway. It’s good exercise! This led to her throwing a fit when we reached a museum I really wanted to check out. We took an Uber back to the hotel and I don’t hear from her again until the next day when we met up to have lunch.

She’s cosplaying a character I don’t recognize and doesn’t tell me anything about them when I asked; it was clearly supposed to be a boy character, though.

Next day, I got a text from SIL; she unexpectedly got her period. Great. Since she asked, I run and get her some pads, only to have to wait an hour in line. Also great. She’s cosplaying another character I don’t recognize. Some magical creature or a doll of some kind. Anyway, us three go into one of the viewing rooms to screen this anime SIL was insistent on showing us. Some Sherlock thing. My daughter likes it, and I’ll admit, I enjoyed it too; I think it is very kid friendly.

Last day, once again, I don’t see or hear from SIL until we meet up in the hotel lobby waiting for our ride to the airport. Seems she had a good time though. She was dressed as one of the kids from that hero anime my daughter likes. She also bought my daughter an axolotl plush (her favorite animal). Going through security was hell; SIL had the nerve to have an attitude the whole time (again later claiming she was overheated and cranky from her period). After we got home she claimed she was never traveling anywhere with me again.

In the days following, she returned the luggage my wife had leant her, having booby trapped it with a photo with the glass broken. Then informs me that her account was overdrawn (I would have gladly paid for more than I did, if she hadn’t been so bitchy).

When we went to her apartment to discuss this, she made the same claims: that she was tired and cranky from the heat, made worse from her period, that I was stressing her out half the time, but that she was grateful despite that because when her mom died, anime conventions were the first thing she was ready to give up.

She also claimed the photo she broke was taken the same year she first attempted to take her own life, and that triggered a panic attack on top of the meltdown she had after returning home.

And the kicker: apparently her mother barely spent any time at conventions, and only sometimes tagged along because she “wanted a vacation”.

Now she claims that I -I repeat I- ruined that Sherlock anime for her. And now is planning to attend a few more cons…Alone.

So what say you? Am I the Asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw

[opposums-love-arson]

Scream Queen Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

Chapter 7

Chapter 6 / Chapter 8

P.S. lmk if y'all would like to be added to the taglist <3

Before I knew it the party was coming to a slow and kids were leaving. It makes sense since it’s like 8:45. Parents have gotten strict with curfew considering all the stuff that’s been going on. Sid and I were standing at the front doorway with Stu. 

“Tatum c’mon!” Sid shouted, really wanting to leave now. 

“Nobody here but us chickens!” Someone shouted from the house, then they started klucking…?

“Do you know where she is?” I asked Stu.

Looking around he says, “I haven’t seen her anywhere,” with a shrug.

Just as Sid and I were going to walk out Billy jumps in the door frame making some weird noise and scaring Sid in the process. 

“Oh, Billy hey,” She said with an uneasy expression.

“Billy, hmm what are you doing here?” Stu said looking in between the two and scratching his chin with his index finger.

...yeah, what is he doing here?

“Was hoping I could talk to Sid alone,” Billy said, looking at both Stu and I. 

Sid couldn’t see it because her back was facing me but I had a slight hurt expression on my face. 

“Ya know if Tatum sees you here, She’ll draw blood,” I tell Billy in a very agitated and frustrated tone. I was ready to grab Sid and just leave without Tatum, sorry. 

Before I could do anything Stu grabbed me by the waist locking my torso in when he said, “I’ll tell you what, go up to my parents’ room, ya’ know you guys can talk,” slamming his fist into his hand making my body move side to side a bit.

 “Or whatever,” Stu says again, drawing the word out.

“Stublty Stu, ya know you should look it up,” Billy said, shying his head away to the side. 

Sid looks at me, unsure of what to do. I think about it for a second but I know how much they care for each other… obviously. 

I smile to her and nod. 

Looking back at Billy she said, “No it’s okay, we do need to talk,” grabbing Billy’s hand and leading him upstairs. 

Billy was about to punch Billy before he saw me. He put down his fist and gave a guilted look. 

Stu let me go once Randy came into the room and asked, “What’s leatherface doing here?” 

Leatherface would never betray someone like that… rude. 

“Came to make up,” Stu said in a tone that people usually use when they see a small puppy. 

“There goes my chance with Sid, dammit,” Randy said, stepping away from Stu and I.

“As if,” Stu paused, “That’s all I’m saying, as if.” 

Looking over at me Randy gave a confused look. 

Shutting the door I cleared, “He’s saying you never had a chance, Randy.” 

I tuned out to whatever Randy said next, I just had the intention of catching up with Stu. “What the fuck Stu?” I asked, tugging on his robe that looked just like the last one. “What?” He asked, feigning innocence like he didn’t know what I meant. “Why would you and Billy do what you did hours ago then just switch up like that?” I asked, hurt but discrete about what I’m saying. You never know who might be listening. “Look we talked and he just decided not to,” Stu said with a shrug and that ridiculous stupid grin that makes me want to punch. Wouldn’t be the first time. “Just decided not to? After five months, really Stu?” I asked as I teared up, crossed my arms, and hung my head low. Stu hugged me and motioned to other people a drinking signal with his hands and then pointed down at me. “Look (y/n), I wasn’t supposed to tell you this but the truth is...Billy just wanted to use you to get closer to Sid. I on the other hand am still free for the taking,” Stu said as he crouched down to my level and held me by my upper arms. “No you’re not, you still have a girlfriend,” I laughed a little as I wiped the tears from my eyes. I looked to the side, I didn’t really want to make eye contact with a liar right now. Stu shook his head and said, “Nah Tatum and I were talking in the garage and broke up,” as he waved his wrist. “I still don’t know Stu… I mean you two just broke up, if anything we should wait-” I was cut off from my sentence when Stu straightened up and hoisted me up, pushing me against the wall before kissing me. Kids around us were cheering, whether it was for us or the girl who just got slashed on the screen, I wasn’t sure. At least I think it was the screen? I just heard distant screaming, it totally could’ve been two other teenagers who were “talking” upstairs. “Stu what the fuck?” I asked as he placed me back down. “What I thought that’s what you wanted?” He asked, putting his hands up in a ‘I surrender’ sort of way. “Yeah but not like this…” I said as I crossed my arms. Stu grabbed one of my arms and twirled me around. “Look, I’m single, you’re single, so let’s just mingle.” He chimed into my ear. I pushed him lightly as I rolled my eyes and gave a soft smile. 

  Stu and I made up, now we’re sitting on the couch with a group of people watching Halloween, one of my favorites and one of the iconics.

“Wait wait, here it comes!” A kid said at the scene of Bob opening the closet to reveal Michael. 

Woes and ‘no ways’ could be heard from the group as they jumped back. 

“Awe man the color of the blood is all wrong! Why did they do that, it’s too red?” some kid shouted. 

“They probably just used food dye and squibs like almost every other movie,” I mumbled as I sat uncomfortably on Stu’s lap.  

“Wait, here comes another!” Randy said as he placed his fist on a kid’s knee. 

“Oohs” and a loud “Yes!” could be heard from the group. 

“Predictable, I knew he was gonna buy it.” A kid said from behind the couch.

“How can you watch this shit over and over?” Another one said. 

I was going to say something but Stu blurted out, “I wanna see breasts, I wanna see Jamie Lee’s breasts. When do we see Jamie Lee’s breasts?!” as he held out his hand. 

I just rolled my eyes. 

“Breasts? Not until Trading Places in 83, Jamie Lee was always-”

I interrupted by saying, “She’s the final girl, you’re not going to see that stuff from the heroine of the movie.” 

Randy furrowed his eyebrows at me before saying, “That’s why she always outsmarted the killer when they chased her, only virgins can do that, don’t you know the rules?” 

“What rules?” Stu asked. 

“Oh no, here he goes…” I groaned as I threw my head back. 

“You-” Randy paused the tv, “Jesus christ, you don’t know the rules?” He asked as he stood up and grabbed his beer. 

“Have an aneurysm, why dontcha?” Stu said as he looked up at the soon to be babbling buffoon. 

“There are certain RULES that one must abide by to successfully survive a horror movie. For instance, number one; you can never have sex!” Randy zipped his arm to the right. 

An uproar of booing came from the ‘audience’ of Randy’s lecture. I just sunk lower into Stu’s lap. 

“Hey, no, big no no!” Randy shouted as everyone threw popcorn at him.

Stu said something I didn’t quite understand then stuck his tongue out, how the fuck is it so long? 

“Sex scenes yeah, okay rule number two; you can never drink or do drugs!” Randy stated as he pointed outward with an ‘ok’ symbol hand. 

Everyone clinked their beer glasses together while I, once again, sunk lower into Stu’s lap.

That was before Stu patted my leg, signaling me to get up. So I did. 

A kid clicked bottles with Randy as he said, “It’s a sin, it’s an extension of number one. And number three; never, ever, under any circumstances say ‘I’ll be right back’ cause you won’t be back.”

“Getting another beer, you want one?” Stu asks Randy as he stands up straight.

“Yeah, sure,” Randy says as he waves off Stu. 

Stu screamed out, “I’ll be right back!” Leaving the room with kids screeching and ooing, 

“See you push the laws and you end up dead,” said Randy as he held out his beer, “Okay I’ll see you in the kitchen with a knife.”

  After Stu came back with the beers everyone let out some sighs of relief and we continued watching the movie. “Were you scared?” Stu whispers in my ear. “Huh? Of what?” I asked, turning a little so I could still see the tv screen. “For me, were you scared I wouldn’t come back alive?” Stu joked as he poked my side. “Yeah I was definitely scared. I was ready to start crying and hunt down your killer like the sorority girls in Black Christmas,” I whispered before letting out a small laugh.

  It felt like minutes before Stu was walking people out of the house. I posted up on the kitchen counter just sitting and eating snacks. I decided I’ve watched enough horror for the night, which is so weird even for me to say. I think I couldn't take anymore of the kids’ screaming and shouting every time something small happened. Stu came in briefly earlier to give me a kiss on the cheek as he went to get more beers. I was eating popcorn before I heard Randy say, “Listen up, they found Principal Himbry dead. He was gutted and hung from the goal post on the football field.” That’s enough popcorn for one night… A bunch of kids ran out the front door and were hitting the walls. 

Tag list: @katie-tibo @thatoneuchiha

#scream 1996 #scream fanfic #billy loomis x reader #ghostface x reader #stu macher x reader #billy x reader #scream #scream x yn #stu x reader #halloween

[supersources]

interview with the vampire (2022):  episode 5,  a vile hunger for your hammering heart. tw:  murder, death, abuse, violence, blood, strong language, all vampire things.

* i can't die like this!

* let my dog live.

* it's a kill list in a teenager's handwriting.

* i'm trying to think of something more fucked up than this.

* they'll scale the sides of this building, force their way inside and paint the walls with his blood.

* don't look down on them, look in the mirror.

* he's an opinionated young man, he lives to share these opinions even when they are not solicited.

* what does he taste like?

* i didn't ask that.

* you were thinking it.

* he tastes like honey and pineapple, he stuffs himself for days before he offers himself to me. would you like to sample?

* i care for him more than he cares for himself.

* stay out of my head.

* you wouldn't find the corroboration you're seeking even if you could. we burned, we buried. and a convention city is not motivated to advertise grim statistics.

* i know what i'd do, but you've cut my hands off.

* don't do that, it's private.

* what night is it?

* i couldn't hear you over the tugboat.

* a whole lot of concern has been wasted on you these past months.

* did you read my other ones?

* well, you better hope and pray you taught me how to clean up good.

* you gonna let him do this to me?!

* i've read some passages out loud, i'm afraid. hurtful words for both of your guardians.

* i buried them, okay?! way out of town! nothing out there for miles, no one's ever gonna find them except maybe criminals burying bodies of their own.

* i'm never gonna forget what happened here. i hate you.

* get out of my room!

* you want money?

* i mean, it's always a straight line with you. yes, i am asking for your support in my campaign.

* sounds like there's a maniac on the loose.

* don't be too startled if the police come knocking on your door.

* i was in the middle of cleaning when they knocked.

* you often leave your daughter alone with access to illegal spirits?

* that's my daughter's room!

* oh, i'm getting ready for bed!

* have you lost your goddamn mind? overnight, in a jail cell, with no coffin. we all be dead by morning.

* we do not bring souvenirs into the house!

* so much wine in his blood... and beer, and whisky.

* you wanted her, you fix her!

* do you remember our life, how happy we were before her? an anvil tied around our ankles, pulling us towards the pitch-black ocean floor.

* who am i supposed to love?

* how are you gonna fix it, huh? which one of you is gonna fuck me?

* well, you're not my type, i like a fuller figure.

* if you could find other vampires, which you won't, they would shred you to strips because you are built like a bird, because you are a mistake.

* how about you shut the fuck up?

* he treats us like shit and you take it! why is that?

* you, as cruel as the devil ever made, to refuse me one love when you got two!

* i've been entertaining myself.

* i'll kill her soon.

* don't run off...

* why did you take me home? why not a hospital? maybe i'd have a handsome husband by now, or he'd be plain with a good disposition. that'd be fine too. i'd be sweeping floors, making dinners, nursing babies. maybe i'd go to church... you think on that some.

* i had no words for her, what words were there? "it all happened so fast", "i was trying to save you"... "all vampires are born out of trauma."

* poor dear. she wasn't held enough in between ritualistic murders.

* look, charlie manson wrote a couple of beautiful songs. still, he was charlie manson.

* is that all you think of her?

* it won't matter what your intentions are... it's the world out there right now.

* once you put it out there, they decide what it is. it can get away from you.

* i won't have her exploited.

* keep reading.

* keep talking.

* assume we are under suspicion. assume our finances no longer provide us protection.

* make your kills outside of the city, one a night. no persons of note... unfortunates, undesirables.

* we should leave the city, start anew, turn a betrayal into an opportunity. new york, chicago, los angeles...

* we should dismantle her room.

* she'll be back.

* there would be no roaring twenties for us.

* we were underground for seven years.

* (name), come home. i know i hurt you. i know i can make it right again.

* little girl... i'm talking to you. now what were you doing in the library? you're not allowed in there.

* i don't talk to strangers.

* you can read?

* just as i thought, a little thief. you're coming with me.

* what are you gonna do after that? after you turn her in, after it makes you feel like a big man, what's your next move, you think?

* you're not allowed to ride one of those on campus.

* this is our school, where is your fighting pride?

* you hungry?

* flaubert's style is so dense. the absence of metaphor is so striking...

* should we make it a night of the two?

* you sound like every pompous sorbonne student i've ever eaten.

* should i do it like you instead? read the first ten pages of every book and pass myself off as cultured?

* well, at least you're listening. i sit there thinking "light yourself on fire, see if he'll notice."

* you draw me into your gloom.

* it's your fault she's gone. if you hadn't pushed her...

* i cannot listen to this insanity about (name) one more time.

* i got to hear my own funeral. only couple dozen people showed up, most didn't have much to say. started talking about the weather a few minutes in.

* poor fella digging my grave lies resting on the family plot.

* what was he like, your maker?

* it ain't like that, he's more like a dad.

* oh, now there's three of us.

* got me wondering what it'd be like, ride with others, hunt in a pack. a little fang gang.

* you got a name?

* you don't kill like a (name), you kill like a killer.

* there are four pages torn out... did she tear them out? didn't seem like something she would do...

* when you do that, when you editorialize, however noble the reasoning, it calls into question all of the other shit you're shovelling my way.

* don't ask again.

* it could be her, but i'm the one who is presently standing in front of you.

* so, if my considerable considerables continue to be squandered...

* hello? oh, sorry... no, it's good to hear your voice.

* we're headed north... crash cleaned us out. and don't offer, 'cause i'm not asking.

* you look good.

* don't need that either, (name). or... whatever you are that took my (name).

* i prayed myself old, begging what to do about you. god never talked back, so... this is how it has to be, for me, for my family. you understand?

* i've come to apologize, i put you both in a bad spot. i wasn't right in my head... i am now.

* apology not accepted.

* so, quick stop home to do laundry before you fuck off for good?

* perused a few folklore anthologies and now you're going to cross the ocean to take on a society of monsters?

* if what i've read is lies, then tell me what's true.

* seven years and what's changed other than you need a housekeeper?

* the vampires out there are vicious... oh, but you know that already. who did you meet out there?

* that's it, keep 'em scared. that's his way.

* we took her life from her. we cursed her.

* come with me! come with me, (name)!

* i thought i could live without you but i was wrong.

* his love is a small box he keeps you in. don't stay in it!

* a thousand nights of sulking, and the first sight of her you're just gonna up and leave me?!

* please, come with me! let's be vampires worthy of your love!

* i fought myself a million times, fought my nature, controlled my temper... i never once harmed you.

* let him go... he didn't do nothing. it's me you want.

* i have patiently waited in vain for you to love me as i love you. just say it... i'm never going to love you. it would help me a great deal to hear that from your lips... your quivering, hateful lips.

* let go of me.

* anything for you.

#rp meme #rp starters #rp prompts #sentence starters #inbox meme #inbox starters #rp ask meme #starter prompt #roleplay starters #roleplay prompts #sentence meme #askbox meme #askbox prompt #ask meme #sentence prompts #mine: prompts.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

I saw your tags on a post about becoming the mc in one of your novels. Gothic, where the character is more monster than damsel and i am 👀

Would you be willing to talk about it? The story, the character, anything?

(for those of you who did not see my tags on the post anon is referencing, the post prompt was basically 'you are now the main character of your most recent WIP' and my tags were: #technically I think this would put me as the MC of my novel#in a gothic mansion that houses a monstrous lord said to steal people’s souls#in a village the inhabitants view as a cage#after faking my death to escape an abusive arranged marriage#discovering that I am more monster than damsel)

so i talked about it briefly when i ran this poll a while ago asking which one of these two novels you'd all like to see first. it is the one that won, the gothic found family: Of Beasts and Wretched Things (working title). feel free to click through to the poll if you want to see what the results were, what the other option was, and what people's initial reactions were!

Of Beasts and Wretched Things is an inverted 'Beauty and the Beast' coming of age story that wrestles with the monstrosities of girlhood and the inherent horror of self-creation.

When the Lord of Crosswell Estate plans to wed his niece to a brutish lord to save his wealth, she runs away and stumbles upon Illthern, a forgotten trading village under the control of the monstrous Theodoric Gaut, whom she deceives in order to gain his protection from her wrathful uncle; but when she finds herself face to face with Lord Gaut, who is not what the stories would have her believe, she must wrestle with the monstrosity of her own making before he discovers that his supposed long-lost relative is not what she claims to be.

(More under the cut bc wow I...got a bit carried away.)

working on this project has helped me work through some of the trauma i have around my own relationship to femininity and womanhood. the MC struggles with the legacy of abuse inflicted by her blood relatives and what it means to be the person they tried to make her into. the inherent fear of things labeled 'monster' and the consequential fear of being monstrous is a predominant theme, as well as questions of how many of the monsters are things we make ourselves.

what really drew me to the gothic genre was the emotional weight i wanted to give these characters and this world; so often in gothic works it is the characters' own emotional turmoil that drives the plot and shapes the setting, you are the ghost haunting the house even though you still draw breath, etc. even in this real world, there are these weights of what society things a woman should be, the pressures of girlhood especially during adolescence, and these weird half-mourning periods of killing the person you used to be. i think because i wanted these characters to be steeped in the emotions they have about their situations in life and themselves, i found myself drawn to gothic conventions just because it fit so well with what i wanted to explore

with regards to the characters themselves, and particularly the MC, i really wanted them to feel like they were driving the story. the MC has the brilliant and terrible certainty that I know at least I had when I was a teenager. Theodoric is very similar to most characters you'd expect to see in a gothic setting: ominous, more than a bit sinister or mysterious, yet I wanted it to feel like he was always hiding a bleeding heart just under his coat. did i mean to make him autistic? no, but when I was proofreading i was like whoa yeah this man has the spicy brain. i'm a sucker for monstrous things that treat others with tenderness first, what can i say. i don't want to talk too much about any other characters just yet, I don't want to spoil anything :)

WIP-wise, I'm in the midst of getting the manuscript ready to submit to agencies and publishing houses. it's funny, as i'm doing the research to see what that entails, the other story seems to be way easier to market. who knows, maybe i'll self publish OB&WT the way I did Tales from Thicketdown Forest and then go the traditional route for the other one. we'll find out, i guess.

i did sort of know this was going to get long but jfc i went way harder with my prose here than i thought i was going to. uh, hope this answers your question????

Tl:dr; gothic found family h/c, heavy on the comfort, with tender monsters and monstrous girls :)

#dragonbabbles #i do have opinions on the matter #original work #my work #my writing #gothic #found family

[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Til The End Of Time

Josh x Reader (f)

Warnings: none

Find All Parts Here

Final part of Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts

A/N: Thank you to all of you that read this little mini series! I'm so glad and so incredibly grateful that you've enjoyed it. With that being said, I hope you enjoy this final part! 💕

“Oh, it will not be long love, till our wedding day...”

These are the lyrics that you wake to. Smiling, you sit up in bed and stretch. Today’s the day. Today is your wedding day.

A few moments later, Josh walks in with a cup of your favorite tea and a chocolate croissant in hand.

“Good morning love of mine.” He says, handing you your breakfast.

“Good morning sunshine. Love the Fairport Convention serenade by the way.” You say with a wink.

“I thought it was fitting and not as cheesy as ‘Going’ To The Chapel’, which was my second choice.” He smiles. 

You chuckle and the two of you sit and enjoy each other’s presence until it’s time to get up and head over to the venue. Once the two of you arrived, you headed in separate directions. Him to his brothers, and you to the bridal suite. 

You and your bridesmaids and bridesman chat and have a little champagne while you get your hair and makeup done. They all chose their own dresses and suits, all of them beautiful jewel tones in velvets, satins and other textures. They were all cohesive with one another and matching the groomsmen that would walk them down the aisle.

As they all got dressed in the lounge area of the suite, you went into your private room to finish getting ready. Sitting at the vanity, you put on your sunburst earrings and necklace. Touching your necklace you smile at the memory of Josh getting you the matching necklace to his own. You had always admired it and one day while he was on tour, a package came for you. Inside was the necklace and a note that said, “So I’m always with you, no matter where I am.”

As you slipped on your dress, you began to feel butterflies. You were so happy and so excited. It felt like this was a long time coming and now you’re finally here.

Stepping out of your room, all of your friends oohed and aahed. Everyone commented on how gorgeous you looked. 

“Joshua is going to pass out. I can tell you right now, it’s going to happen.” Ronnie says. 

Laughing you say, “Well, hopefully Jake will catch him and get him standing back up in time.”

Before you knew it, it was time to go. Walking through the venue, you couldn’t stop smiling. You had never been more ready or more sure in your life. This is exactly how it was supposed to be. You were marrying the love of your life and your very best of friends.

Suddenly you hear Baby I’m Yours by Cass Elliot begin to play outside. That was the cue. All of your bridesmaids and bridesman begin their walk out of the doors and down the aisle. As the words, “Baby, I’m yours ‘til the stars fall from sky…'' begin to play, you step out.

As soon as Josh sees you, everyone and everything melts away. He watches with tears and a smile as his vision in white makes her way to him. As you step up to him, your smile gets even bigger and you say, “Hey sunshine.”

As the ceremony begins, you turn to your maid of honor and she takes your bouquet. When you turn back to him, Josh takes both of your hands rubbing the back of them with his thumbs. The two of you lovingly stare at one another as the ceremony proceeds. The vows the two of you made were loving and tender. Each making the other cry. 

The two of you each promised to nurture one another, help each other grow both together and within in themselves and to love one another...

“Until the end of time.”

#josh kiszka #joshua michael kiszka #josh gvf #soft josh #josh x reader #josh fluff #gvf josh #gvf imagine #gvf series #gvf fic #greta van fleet #greta van fic #greta van fluff

[theonceoverthinker]

You ever think of a theory that you’re like 90% sure isn’t true, and you don't even necessarily wish it was true, but that it would be really interesting if it were true and you could kind of see how it could be true?

Here’s one that’s been on my mind for a while now.

So in the co-op for Portal 2, GLaDOS says the following: 

“I never expected you to make it this far. To be honest. After your performance in the calibration test, I was ready to break down your cores. And put them back in the scientific calculators I took them from. But you two have become quite the team. Extremely close. I have only met one other team closer. And one of them was an imbecile I had to destroy. And the other? Well... I don’t think I want to go through that again.” 

Obviously, this team is supposed to be Chell and Wheatley, and as I implied above, I don’t disagree that their team is the one spoken about here and that’s the way (uh-huh, uh,huh) I like it (uh-huh, uh-huh). 

However (and follow me on this), my oddball brain for the longest time has made me think of the lines in a different way -- I feel like the lines above could just as easily be about Chell and GLaDOS. 

GLaDOS could be referring to Chell as the imbecile she had to destroy and herself as the one who she finds herself unwilling to deal with again. 

So what makes me say as much?

I have a few reasons, and I’ll explain them below the cut.

You here? Nifty!

Well first, let’s talk about Wheatley.

I think it's interesting to note that GLaDOS said she "destroyed" Wheatley in this quote when...she really didn't. Yes, she effectively banished him from Aperture, but banishment and destruction are two very different things. I mean, GLaDOS knows more about Aperture hardware than anyone and the environmental conditions it can withstand. I'm sure she realizes on some level that Wheatley didn't die when she flung him off into space, so “destroy” is a bit of a disingenuous term. 

Additionally, Chell disappeared from her life in a similar manner when you consider the broad strokes. GLaDOS releases Chell, telling her not to come back (Again, I’m just talking about the broad strokes here). So “destroy” -- while a stretch -- could make sense as a descriptor, especially if GLaDOS is playing the whole thing up to impress a certain audience.

And that brings me to my next point -- the audience to whom GLaDOS is bringing this small, semi-tall tale to: Atlas and P-Body.

GLaDOS, while relatively softer with her bots than she has been with most anyone else in this series, still seeks to keep up a piercing reputation of sorts with them. And the more I think about it, that makes sense from GLaDOS’ POV. After all, she’s underestimated opponents in the past and has paid serious consequences for that, so she might want to double down on her authority with these new test subjects.

Even while complimenting Atlas and P-Body, GLaDOS puts in subtle means of intimidation, and this paragraph alone shows that off in more than just one way. Just look at how she implies that she can put the bots back into scientific calculators at any time. Furthermore, even while she’s giving them praise for their teamwork, she implies a consequence for resting on the laurels of their closeness by disclosing (however vaguely) the fates of the last team she saw get so close. Shortly after this conversation, she even reinforces that sentiment by trying to turn Atlas and P-Body against each other for the next few chambers.

All this to say that GLaDOS doesn’t want to appear weak before these two bots.

‘Where am I going with this,’ you ask?

I’m glad you’re asking questions, my inquisitive little reader!

So when GLaDOS says, “I don’t think I want to go through that again,” no matter what way you dice it, she’s putting a veil over her vulnerabilities and when it comes to Chell, there are more than one place that GLaDOS’ vulnerabilities can stem from. 

In the most conventional reading of the above quote, GLaDOS painting Chell in such a way likely refers to (1) an emotional difficulty she feels from letting Chell go (For any number of reasons), (2) the embarrassment she felt with being a potato and needing to rely on Chell so much during the events of Portal 2, (3) learning about and coping with her traumatic history as Caroline, or (4) all of the above.

Now, I believe for the idea that I posit here, if GLaDOS was saying that she doesn’t want to go through what she did again, all of these above sentiments would fit in this situation. 

Finally, this is a mini-point (I honestly didn’t have a better place to put it), but obviously, GLaDOS calling Chell an imbecile still lines up with this idea, as (1) GLaDOS is just never one lacking for insults (It’s what makes her so fun to write) and (2) GLaDOS is trying to tell the story about the formerly close team in a certain way that will maintain her present reputation with her bots as a strong, sharp figure as well as show them consequences for acting up. Colorful language as well as insults are in-character and effective ways to do that.

Again, I don't necessarily believe this idea or even really want it to be true, but that thought that it feasibly could be true in some way has been on my brain for a while.

#portal #glados #chell #atlas #p-body #wheatley

[jabbage]

#Letters from Watson #lettersfromwatson

[sofiamantegafan110]

NEW X-MEN EPISODE 5

AFTER A HUGE HIATUS, THE NEW X-MEN ARE BACK!!!!

EPISODE 5- X-POSED

WE OPEN UP IN CLARICE AND LAURIE’S ROOM AS SOFIA AND CLARICE RELAX IN BED. CLARICE TELLS SOFIA THAT IT’S ONLY FOR TWO DAYS, AND SOFIA SAYS THAT SHE’S JUST CONCERNED. SHE WANTS CLARICE IN HER CORNER WHEN SHE DECIDES TO FIND OUT WHAT KEVIN’S PLANNING. SHE KNOWS EMMA FROST IS GIVING KEVIN SPECIAL TREATMENT LIKE MONET AND ALANI AND SHE’S BETTING IT WILL END IN DISASTER.

CLARICE: SOFIA, HONEY, ULTRACON IS ONLY ONCE A YEAR, AND MORPH AND TJ HAVE BEEN THERE BEFORE. IT’LL JUST BE TWO DAYS WITH THEM AND CESSILY AND WHEN I GET BACK, WE’LL TALK TO KEVIN, OR HAVE SEX, OR BINGE-WATCH AS MANY EPISODES OF TOTAL DRAMA UNTIL OUR EYEBALLS FALL OUT. BUT I’VE NEVER BEEN TO A CONVENTION BEFORE AND…

LAURIE: I’M LITERALLY RIGHT HERE.

THE GIRLS LOOK OVER AT LAURIE AS SHE WALKS INTO THE ROOM. SOFIA SMILES AT LAURIE AND WISHES HER GOOD LUCK ON HER DATE WITH JOSH. LAURIE SMILES BACK, SAYING THAT JOSH HAS BEEN A BIT FLAKY RIGHT NOW, BUT HE’S SO NICE TO HER. CLARICE GETS OUT OF BED AND TELLS LAURIE THAT SHE’LL BE BACK IN TWO DAYS. LAURIE NODS AND GIVES THE TWO GIRLS SOME PRIVACY WHILE SOFIA SAYS THAT YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH TOTAL DRAMA. SHE CHECKS HER PHONE BRIEFLY AS SHE WALKS DOWN THE HALLWAY AND DELETES A FEW TEXTS FROM KEVIN.

CUE INTRO AND CREDITS

THE CAMERA CUTS TO JOSH EXITING THE BATHROOM. HIS PHONE PINGS AND HE SEES A TEXT FROM AN UNKNOWN CONTACT SAYING ‘TWENTY-FOUR HOURS LEFT. MAKE YOUR DECISION. EITHER YOU DUMP LAURIE OR I TELL EVERYONE WHAT YOU DID.’ JOSH FROWNS AND FIRES BACK A ‘GO FUCK YOURSELF, FORD.’ BEFORE JOINING HIS SQUAD ON THE WAY TO THE DANGER ROOM.

MEANWHILE, CLARICE AND CESSILY ADMIRE THEMSELVES IN CESSILY AND SOFIA’S BATHROOM. CLARICE’S HAIR HAS BEEN CUT SHORT AND SLIGHTLY WAVY AS SHE DRESSES IN A BLACK LATEX SUIT THAT LEAVES HER THIGHS EXPOSED. SHE ALSO HAS BLUE TATTOOS ON HER FACE AND KNEE-HIGH BOOTS. MEANWHILE, CESSILY IS DRESSED AS CRAZY JANE, FROM DOOM PATROL, WHICH SHE SAYS IS HER NEW FAVORITE SHOW. SHE THEN SAYS THAT CLARICE LOOKS GOOD WITH SHORT HAIR, WHICH CLARICE SMILES AT.

CESSILY: I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE WE’RE GOING TO ULTRACON! IT WAS SO NICE OF MORPH AND TJ TO LET US COME WITH THEM.

AS IF ON CUE, TJ AND MORPH ENTER. TJ IS DECKED IN A HARLEY QUINN COSTUME WHILE MORPH HAS A CURVACEOUS FEMININE FIGURE, BIG RED LIPS, EQUALLY BIG BREASTS, LONG BLONDE HAIR, AND A SEXY DRESS. CLARICE FROWNS AND ASKS MORPH IF HE’S AUDITIONING FOR RUPAUL’S DRAG RACE, WHILE HE SAYS THAT HE’S DRESSED AS LORD FANNY, FROM GRANT MORRISON’S AWARD-WINNING SERIES THE INVISIBLES.

MORPH: WHO ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE? A SCI-FI HOOKER?

CLARICE: DUH! I’M HALFPIPE, FROM THE GODKILLER SERIES. DO YOU GUYS REALLY NOT REMEMBER? TEEJ, WE WATCHED THE MOVIE A WEEK AGO AND READ ALL THE COMICS.

TJ: HEY, I KNOW WHO YOU ARE. YOU LOOK GOOD. YOU TOO, CRAZY CESSILY.

CESSILY: AW, THANKS.

WITH THAT, TALIA ASKS IF THEY’RE ALL PREPPED AND READY, AND THEY NOD. SHE THEN ASKS CLARICE IF SHE REMEMBERED TO BOOK A ROOM AND CLARICE REALIZES THAT SHE FORGOT TO BOOK ONE WITH TWO BEDS. TJ SIGHS AND SAYS THAT SHE AND MORPH WILL SLEEP ON THE FLOOR. MORPH GROANS, DISAPPOINTED.

CLARICE: OKAY, BUT WHEN WE GET TO THE HOTEL, WE’RE WATCHING GODKILLER SO THAT YOU GUYS WILL REMEMBER WHO I AM. NOW C’MON!

MEANWHILE, XUAN WATCHES FROM THE CONTROL ROOM AS HER SQUAD BATTLES PURIFIERS IN THE DANGER ROOM. MEGAN IS CURRENTLY IN THE AIR WHILE SOORAYA, BRIAN AND LAURIE ARE RUNNING DEFENSE. ROXY AND VIC ARE RUNNING OFFENSE WHILE JOSH IS ON THE SIDELINES. AND THEY’RE NOT DOING WELL. ROXY GROANS AS SHE FIRES CRYSTAL JAVELINS AT A PURIFIER AND RECEIVES A HIT TO THE FACE. SOORAYA DODGES AN ATTACK FROM A PURIFIER AS VIC ANNOUNCES THAT THEY’RE GETTING THEIR BUTTS WHOOPED.

LAURIE: I KNOW! WE GOTTA DO SOMETHING!

MEGAN SQUEAKS AS SHE DODGES BULLETS AND FLUTTERS HER WINGS, SHAKING SOME DUST LOOSE. LAURIE NOTICES THAT AND CALLS OUT TO ROXY THAT THEY NEED TO DO OPERATION DUST STORM. ROXY NODS AND THEN TELLS SOORAYA THAT SHE’S UP. THE BURKA-CLAD GIRL GOES INTO SAND FORM AND WRAPS AROUND THE PURIFIERS IN A SAND TORNADO. MEGAN GRINS AND THEN RELEASES SOME DUST THAT MIXES WITH THE TORNADO AND CAUSES THE PURIFIERS TO HALLUCINATE.

ROXY: ANOLE! GET IN THERE! TAG, WALLFLOWER, GET MORE PURIFIERS INTO THAT TORNADO!

VIC: AYE-AYE, CAP’N!

WITH THAT, VIC RUSHES INTO THE TORNADO WITH ROXY AND THEY ATTACK THE BLINDED AND HALLUCINATING OPPONENTS. BRIAN THEN TAGS HIMSELF WHILE LAURIE RELEASES SOME FEAR PHEROMONES AND THEY’RE ABLE TO HERD THE REMAINING PURIFIERS INTO THE SANDSTORM. FINALLY, THE STORM CLEARS AND ROXY AND VIC HIGH-FIVE.

XUAN: WAY TO GO, GUYS! NICE WORK ON THE SANDSTORM!

JOSH: YUP! AND IT WAS MY GIRLFRIEND WHO CAME UP WITH THE IDEA!

LAURIE: THANKS, JOSH!

ROXY GRINS AND SAYS THAT THE TWO OF THEM ARE PRETTY TIGHT. LAURIE NODS AND EMBRACES JOSH AS HE GIVES HER A LIGHT SMILE.

MEANWHILE, CESSILY, CLARICE, TJ, AND MORPH ARE DRIVING IN DANI’S RV. TJ IS IN THE DRIVER’S SEAT WHILE CLARICE IS SMOKING WEED IN THE PASSENGER SEAT. CESSILY TELLS TJ TO TAKE A LEFT WHILE LOOKING AT A MAP, WHICH SHE EVENTUALLY GETS FRUSTRATED WITH. SHE THEN CRUMPLES THE MAP UP AND THROWS IT OUT THE WINDOW WHILE MORPH LAUGHS. ‘SAY SO’ BY DOJA CAT PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND.

TJ: TOLD YOU TO JUST USE SIRI. ANYWAY, WHAT’S THE WORD ON THE WHACKY WEED ON THIS SUNNY SUNDAY MORNING, SWEET CLARICE?

MORPH *SHAPESHIFTING INTO A PALE-SKINNED JAMAICAN MAN*: DE MIDWEST SAY SWEET CLARICE, SHE GOT SOME RASTA SHIT, OH MY SWEET CLARICE, PASS YA BRUDDAS A HIT!

CLARICE SMOKES SOME MORE AND SAYS THAT THIS SHIT’S THE REAL DEAL, BEFORE WAVING HER CIGARETTE IN TJ’S FACE. TJ LAUGHS AND TELLS CLARICE THAT SHE NEEDS TO FOCUS ON THE ROAD WHILE CESSILY AND MORPH LAUGH.

CESSILY: TELL THE JOKE AGAIN, CLARICE. I DON’T GET IT. WHO HAD THE CAKE?

CLARICE: CHRIST, BITCH, PAY ATTENTION THIS TIME! OKAY, THERE WAS A BOY NAMED EARL WHO WALKED IN ON HIS GRANDPARENTS HAVING SEX. LIKE YOU DID WITH ME AND SOFIA THAT ONE TIME…

CESSILY: I FUCKIN’ SAID I WAS SORRY!

CLARICE: ANYWAY, EARL SAYS “GRANDMA! WHAT’CHA DOING?!” AND GRANDMA SAYS “WE’RE JUST BAKIN’ A CAKE.” SO A FEW DAYS LATER, EARL SAYS “GRANDMA, WAS YOU AND GRANDPA BAKING A CAKE LAST NIGHT?” AND GRANDMA SAYS “AS A MATTER OF FACT, WE WAS. HOW’D YOU KNOW?” AND EARL SAYS “CUZ I JUST LICKED SOME FROSTING OFF THE COUCH.” HAHA!

CESSILY: I STILL DON’T GET IT. WHAT FROSTING? WHERE’D IT COME FROM?

CLARICE: THE OLD MAN’S DICK! THE OLD BASTARD’S JIZZ WAS THE FROSTING! JESUS CHRIST CESS!

MORPH AND TJ LAUGH AS CESSILY ASKS IF THEY’RE STOKED FOR ULTRACON. CLARICE NODS AND SAYS THAT IT’S TOO BAD SOFIA DIDN’T WANT TO COME. WHEN MORPH ASKS WHY, CLARICE SAYS THAT SHE’S BEEN REALLY HUNG UP ON TRYING TO FIND OUT WHAT’S UP WITH KEVIN FORD, AND SHE WONDERS WHAT SOFIA THINKS HE’S UP TO.

LATER, KEVIN WALKS OUT OF HIS ROOM AND WALKS OVER TO A DOOR THAT HAS THE WORDS ‘THE XAVIER’S GAZETTE’ ON IT. HE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR BEFORE OPENING IT, REVEALING A BLONDE BOY WITH EYES ALL OVER HIS BODY WHO GREETS HIM. KEVIN GIVES TREVOR HAWKINS A SMILE AND ASKS HIM HOW BUSINESS IS GOING AND TREVOR TELLS HIM THAT HE’S HAVING A BIT OF WRITER’S BLOCK. SO FAR, IN HIS LATEST ARTICLE, HIS TOP STORIES ARE MELODY GUTHRIE’S BREAKUP WITH ANDY STRUCKER AND ZZ PHALEN’S NEW CONCERT. HE’S RUNNING OUT OF INSPIRATION AND SOURCES.

KEVIN: ACTUALLY, TREVOR, I THINK I MIGHT BE OF ASSISTANCE. I GOT A STORY FOR YOU, AND IT’S A DOOZY…

KEVIN WALKS INTO THE ROOM AND CLOSES THE DOOR BEHIND HIM.

THE NEXT DAY, WE CUT OVER TO A MOTEL ROOM WHERE CLARICE AND CESSILY ARE SLEEPING IN THE BED WHILE TJ IS ASLEEP IN THE SLEEPING BAG TO THE LEFT. THE SLEEPING BAG ON THE RIGHT IS EMPTY, AND MORPH CAN BE HEARD IN THE BATHROOM SINGING IN HIS JAMAICAN ACCENT WHILE GRUNTING.

MORPH: *IN HIS JAMAICAN ACCENT* DE GOOD LAWD CAME TO ME ONE DAY, HE TOLD ME TO LIVE A RIGHTEOUS WAY, SO I DON’ CARE WHAT DE WHITE MAN SAY, SANTA CLAUS IS *GRUNTS* A BLACK MAN.

EVENTUALLY, CESSILY SHOOTS UP IN BED AND ANNOUNCES THAT IT’S TIME FOR THE CON. SHE EXCITEDLY SHAKES CLARICE, WHO GROANS AND THREATENS TO FART ON HER. CESSILY THEN PULLS OFF THE BLANKET AND STARTS LIGHTLY KICKING TJ.

CESSILY: CONCONCONCONCON TALIA! WE’RE LATE!!!

WITH THAT, SHE JUMPS OUT OF BED AND DASHES TO THE BATHROOM, SAYING THAT THEY BETTER BE CHANGED WHEN SHE COMES BACK, BEFORE SCREAMING AT MORPH WHEN SHE OPENS THE BATHROOM DOOR. SHE THEN TELLS HIM NOT TO DO ‘THAT’ IN THE BATHROOM AND CLARICE AND TJ GIGGLE.

MEANWHILE, IN THE LOUNGE, SOFIA, LAURA, JOSH, AND JULIAN ARE TALKING WHEN SOFIA’S PHONE VIBRATES AND ‘WAP’ STARTS PLAYING. SHE INFORMS THEM THAT SHE GOT A NEW NOTIFICATION FOR THE XAVIER’S GAZETTE AND PULLS OUT HER PHONE TO READ THE HEADLINE. SUDDENLY, HER FACE GOES WHITE WITH SHOCK AND SHE LOOKS AT JOSH, SAYING THAT HE NEEDS TO SEE THIS. SHE THEN SHOWS HIM HER PHONE.

HEADLINE: FORBIDDEN LOVE TRIANGLE AT XAVIER’S! JOSH FOLEY ACCUSED OF BEING A TWO-TIMER! TREVOR HAWKINS HERE WITH A SHOCKING NEW SCOOP FROM AN ANONYMOUS SOURCE! JOSH FOLEY, AKA ELIXIR, THE SCHOOL’S RESIDENT GOLDEN BOY, IS RUMORED TO HAVE BEEN IN A SUMMER ROMANCE WITH RAHNE SINCLAIR; FORMER BIO T.A. AND XAVIER’S ALUM. ACCORDING TO MY ANONYMOUS SOURCE, JOSH CONTINUED A LONG-DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP WITH SINCLAIR WHEN SHE LEFT THE SCHOOL, DESPITE STARTING A ROMANCE WITH HIS TEAMMATE, LAURIE COLLINS. ARE THESE RUMORS TRUE? STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT, AND REMEMBER, THE EYES HAVE IT!

JOSH STARES AT THE PHONE, BUG-EYED AND LAURA ELBOWS JULIAN BEFORE HE CAN MAKE A LEWD REMARK. SOFIA AND JOSH QUICKLY STAND UP AND SOFIA ASKS JOSH IF THIS IS TRUE, WHICH HE REFUSES. HE THEN DECIDES TO TRY AND FIND LAURIE BEFORE SHE CAN FIND OUT, BUT HE THEN SEES LAURIE STARING AT HER PHONE BEFORE LOOKING AT JOSH AND RUNNING AWAY IN TEARS. JOSH IMMEDIATELY RUNS AFTER HER, AS SOFIA LOOKS ON, WONDERING HOW THIS COULD HAVE HAPPENED.

MEANWHILE, CESSILY, CLARICE, MORPH, AND TJ ARRIVE AT ULTRACON IN THEIR COSTUMES. THEY WALK AROUND, EXCITED, AS THEY WATCH COSPLAYERS MOVE THROUGHOUT THE CON. CLARICE SNAPS A PICTURE, EXCITED, AS TJ SAYS THAT IT NEVER CEASES TO AMAZE. SUDDENLY, CESSILY IS CALLED OVER BY FIVE TEENS WHO ARE DRESSED AS CHARACTERS FROM DOOM PATROL, AND SHE COMPLIMENTS THEIR COSTUMES.

ROBOTMAN COSPLAYER: THANKS! YOU LOOK COOL TOO!

MADAME ROUGE COSPLAYER: OUR JANE BAILED ON US AND WE NEED A TEAM PICTURE. YOU MIND STANDING IN FOR HER?

CESSILY: OF COURSE!

NEGATIVE MAN COSPLAYER: THANKS!

WITH THAT, CLARICE GETS HER PHONE OUT WHILE THE ELASTI-WOMAN COSPLAYER GIVES HER PHONE TO TJ TO TAKE THE PICTURE. CLARICE THEN TELLS THEM TO SAY ‘DOOMIES!’ BEFORE SHE AND TJ TAKE THE PICTURE, AND THE CYBORG COSPLAYER THANKS THEM. AS THEY WALK OFF, CESSILY SAYS THAT SHE THINKS THAT THE ELASTI-WOMAN WAS A MUTANT, AND SO WERE THE ROBOTMAN AND MADAME ROUGE COSPLAYERS. TJ SAYS THAT IT MAKES SENSE, SINCE HERE, MUTANTS FIT IN ALONGSIDE PEOPLE WHO USUALLY SEEM LIKE WEIRDOS. CLARICE SMILES AND TELLS THEM THAT IT’S TIME TO GET THEIR CON ON AND THEY ALL CHEER.

WE THEN BEGIN A MONTAGE AS THEY EXPLORE THE CON WHILE ‘BEST DAY OF MY LIFE’ BY AMERICAN AUTHORS PLAYS. DURING THAT, WE SEE TJ POSING FOR A SELFIE WITH SOMEONE DRESSED AS POISON IVY, MORPH LOOKS AT HIS PHONE FOR THE MAP, AND THE GROUP ENTERS THE SHOPPING AREA WITH EXCITEMENT. WE THEN SEE CLARICE BUYING A PRIDE T-SHIRT, MORPH BUYING A SAGA FUNKO POP, CESSILY GETTING HER COPY OF ZOMBIE TRAMP SIGNED BY AN UNSEEN ARTIST, AMONG OTHER THINGS.

MEANWHILE, JOSH FINDS LAURIE CRYING BY THE LAKE, AND HE TRIES TO ASSURE HER THAT IT’S NOT WHAT SHE THINKS. LAURIE TELLS HIM TO SHOVE IT, SAYING THAT SHE’S BEEN CRUSHING ON HIM FOR SO LONG AND SHE’S BEEN WORRIED THAT HE WOULDN’T HAVE LIKED HER WITHOUT HER POWERS, BUT WHEN SHE FINALLY ASKS HIM OUT, SHE FINDS OUT THAT HE’S BEEN CHEATING ON HER, AND SHE REFUSES TO BELIEVE ANYTHING ELSE HE SAYS.

JOSH: LAURIE, THAT ARTICLE WAS FAKED. RAHNE BROKE UP WITH ME BEFORE THE DANCE! HELL, IT WAS EVEN BEFORE JAY TRIED TO SET US UP! I LOVE YOU, LAURIE! I PROMISE!

LAURIE: GO AWAY, JOSH.

JOSH: LAURIE, PLEASE, YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME!

LAURIE: I SAID… GO AWAY!

SUDDENLY, A YELLOW ESSENCE RISES FROM LAURIE’S BODY AND HER EYES GLOW YELLOW. JOSH LOOKS AT HER IN FEAR BEFORE RUNNING AWAY, LEAVING LAURIE ALL ALONE. EVENTUALLY, JOSH RUNS INTO THE GARDEN BEFORE COLLAPSING, OUT OF BREATH. SOFIA WALKS UP TO HIM AND ASKS HIM IF SHE TOOK IT WELL.

JOSH: SHE’S STILL ANGRY. SHE USED HER FEAR PHEROMONES ON ME. I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW SHE COULD DO THAT. UGH, I’M IN DEEP SHIT. SOFIA, WHAT AM I GONNA DO?

ROXY WALKS UP TO JOSH AND TELLS HIM THAT IT’S OKAY. SHE TRUSTS HIM AS A TEAMMATE AND A FRIEND AND WHEN JOSH ASKS WHAT THEY SHOULD DO NOW, SOFIA SAYS THAT THEY SHOULD HIDE BEFORE SOMEONE FINDS THEM. WITH THAT, THEY WALK AWAY, KEVIN WATCHING IN SECRET. SUDDENLY, A HAND GRABS KEVIN’S ARM AND HE TURNS AROUND TO SEE MONET AND ALANI GLARING AT HIM.

MONET: WHAT THE FUCK, FORD?

KEVIN: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

MONET: I KNOW YOU LIED TO TREVOR. THAT WAS WAY OUT OF LINE.

ALANI: YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE THAT, KEV. YOU HUMILIATED JOSH AND LAURIE IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE SCHOOL. THAT’S NOT WHAT WE DO.

KEVIN: RIGHT. INSTEAD, WE TRY TO MAKE PEOPLE JEALOUS AT DANCES AND TRY TO FUCK SOMEONE IN THE ASTRAL PLANE. YOU GUYS ARE SUCH HYPOCRITES! YOU’RE JUST AS GUILTY AS ME!

MONET: WE’VE OWNED UP TO OUR MISTAKES. WE KNOW WHAT WE DID WAS WRONG, AND YOU… YOU DON’T FEEL BAD, DO YOU?

KEVIN: OF COURSE NOT! I’VE KNOWN LAURIE LONGER THAN HIM! I’VE ALWAYS LOVED HER! HE DOESN’T DESERVE SOMEONE LIKE HER, BUT SHE’D NEVER GO FOR SOMEONE LIKE ME! SOMEONE WHO CAN’T ACT ON THEIR FEELINGS! SO WHAT IF I LIED? AS LONG AS I TAUGHT HIM A LESSON, I DON’T CARE! SHE BELONGS WITH ME! YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE ME!

ALANI: KEVIN, WE DO. WE CAN HELP YOU.

KEVIN: GO FUCK YOURSELVES IN THE FACE. I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP.

MONET: FORD, IF YOU WALK AWAY, YOU’RE OFF THE TEAM. I MEAN IT. YOUR TIME WITH THE HELLIONS WILL BE OVER. YOU’LL BE A PATHETIC LOSER AND A BULLY JUST LIKE YOU ALWAYS WERE.

KEVIN: CHOKE ON A SANDPAPER COCK, ST. CROIX. I DON’T NEED YOU OR ANYONE ELSE.

WITH THAT, KEVIN WALKS OFF AND ALANI TURNS TO A FURIOUS MONET, A WORRIED LOOK ON HER FACE. SHE ASKS MONET WHAT THEY SHOULD DO NOW, AND SHE TELLS ALANI THAT SHE HEARD HIM; HE’S ON HIS OWN.

MEANWHILE, JOSH, SOFIA, AND ROXY ENTER ROXY AND MEGAN’S ROOM. SOFIA LAYS DOWN ON MEGAN’S BED WHILE JOSH WRINGS HIS HANDS IN DESPAIR. ROXY ASSURES HIM THAT SHE KNOWS HE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG, BUT JOSH IS UPSET OVER THE FACT THAT LAURIE HATES HIM NOW. SOFIA TELLS HIM THAT IT’S OKAY. THEY BELIEVE HIM AND SOON, EVERYONE ELSE WILL TOO. BUT FIRST, THEY NEED TO KNOW WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED.

SUDDENLY, A POUNDING SOUND IS HEARD AND ROXY CURSES, SAYING THAT SHE THOUGHT SHE SAW SOMEONE FOLLOWING THEM. SHE GOES TO THE DOOR, BUT NO ONE IS THERE. SHE THEN TURNS AROUND AND SEES MEGAN KNOCKING AT THE WINDOWSILL, TELLING ROXY TO LET HER IN.

SOFIA: HOW LONG BEFORE SHE REALIZES IT’S NOT A DOOR?

ROXY: THIS WOULDN’T BE THE FIRST TIME.

MEGAN: *MUFFLED* LET ME IN! A CAT WITH A SUSPICIOUSLY HUMAN FACE IS LOOKING AT ME!

MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE CON, CESSILY IS BROWSING THROUGH SOME HALF-PRICE GRAPHIC NOVELS WHEN SHE BUMPS INTO A REDHEADED GIRL IN A PINK COSTUME WITH A SKIRT, BOOTS AND A MASK. THE GIRL APOLOGIZES AND INTRODUCES HERSELF AS PANDORA AND SHE COMPLIMENTS CESSILY’S COSTUME. CESSILY SMILES AND ASKS WHAT SHE’S DRESSED AS AND PANDORA TELLS HER THAT SHE’S DRESSED AS HER OWN ORIGINAL SUPERHERO, THE IMP. CESSILY COMPLIMENTS HER OUTFIT AND ASKS HER IF THIS IS HER FIRST CONVENTION.

PANDORA: YEAH. ME AND MY TWIN BROTHER LOVE COMICS BUT WE’VE HARDLY EVER GONE UNTIL NOW. RORY’S A BIT OF A SUPERHERO NUT, SO I CAME UP WITH MY COSTUME WHEN HE DECIDED TO GO ORIGINAL TOO.

CESSILY: YOU LOOK AWESOME. HOPE YOU HAVE FUN.

WITH THAT, CESSILY WALKS OFF, WITH PANDORA WATCHING HER WITH INTRIGUE. THE CLERK AT THE BOOTH, A REDHEAD NAMED SAMANTHA, ASKS PANDORA WHO SHE WAS TALKING TO, AND SHE TELLS HER THAT SHE’S SOMEONE THEY MIGHT CONSIDER CHECKING ON FROM TIME TO TIME.

MEANWHILE, JOSH SITS IN AN OFFICE CHAIR WHILE ROXY AND SOFIA SIT ON ROXY’S BED, OBSERVING. MEGAN IS SITTING ON HER BED, PAYING ATTENTION WHILE SNUGGLING WITH ONE OF HER STUFFED ANIMALS, MISTER DOGBEAR.

MEGAN: SO, YOU AND MISS SINCLAIR WERE SECRET LOVERS, INDULGING AND REVELING IN YOUR SECRET SIN.

JOSH: NO! WE HAD A NOTHING RESEMBLING SEX RULE. A NO-SEX RULE.

ROXY: WE GET IT. NOW, START FROM THE BEGINNING.

JOSH THEN PROCEEDS TO TELL THEM HOW HE HARDLY FIT IN WHEN HE ARRIVED AT XAVIER’S OVER THE SUMMER. BEFORE HE FOUND OUT HE WAS A MUTANT, HE WAS A PART OF A GROUP OF MUTANT HUNTERS CALLED THE REAVERS, WHICH GAVE HIM A LOT OF FLAK AMONG THE STUDENTS. BUT EVENTUALLY, HE FOUND A KINDRED SPIRIT IN RAHNE SINCLAIR, WHO WAS GOING THROUGH A LOT OF STUFF AT THAT TIME. THEY STARTED DATING IN SECRET EVEN THROUGH SHE SIGNED ON AS A TEACHER’S ASSISTANT, BUT SHE STARTED TO FEEL LIKE WHAT THEY WERE DOING WAS WRONG, SO SHE BROKE UP WITH HIM BEFORE LEAVING THE SCHOOL. JOSH WAS DEPRESSED FOR A WHILE UNTIL HE MET LAURIE AND HE REALIZED THAT SHE WAS THE ONE FOR HIM.

SOFIA: SO SHE DUMPED YOU BEFORE YOU MET LAURIE?

JOSH: YEAH. I… I DIDN’T WANT TO TELL HER WHAT HAPPENED BECAUSE I DIDN’T WANT HER TO FEEL LIKE A BOOBY PRIZE OR A REBOUND. I LOVE LAURIE. MORE THAN ANYTHING.

ROXY NODS, AND TELLS JOSH THAT IT WOULD HELP THEM OUT IF HE COULD TELL THEM IF HE KNOWS WHO SENT THE TIP TO THE GAZETTE. JOSH SAYS THAT HE CAN’T TELL THEM AND DESPITE THEIR PROTESTS, HE INSISTS THAT HE CAN’T. HE LOVES LAURIE, BUT HE REALLY CAN’T TELL THEM WHO SENT THE TIP.

SOFIA: MAYBE YOU CAN’T, BUT I KNOW WHO CAN. COME ON, ROXY!

AS SOFIA AND ROXY LEAVE THE ROOM, ROXY ASKS HER WHO SHE THINKS CAN HELP THEM. SOFIA SAYS THAT FIRST, THEY NEED SOME KIND OF LIE DETECTOR, AND THEN, THEY NEED TO DRESS IN SOME STEALTH CLOTHES. ROXY ASKS HER AGAIN WHO SHE HAS IN MIND, AND SOFIA TELLS HER THAT THERE’S ONLY ONE PERSON WHO HAS EYES ALL OVER THE SCHOOL. AND ALL OVER HIS BODY.

MEANWHILE, CLARICE IS ON A TERRACE OVERLOOKING THE CITY. TJ COMES IN FROM THE CONVENTION AND SAYS THAT SHE FOUND A BOOTH THAT SOLD DISCOUNTED MARIA LLOVET GRAPHIC NOVELS. SHE THEN GOES THROUGH WHICH ONES ARE FOR HER AND WHICH ONES ARE FOR CLARICE, CESSILY, AND SOFIA EVEN THOUGH SHE DIDN’T COME TO THE CON BEFORE NOTICING CLARICE’S FARAWAY LOOK.

TJ: PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS?

CLARICE: I WAS JUST WONDERING IF I’M DOING THE RIGHT THING. SOFIA HAS HER HANDS FULL TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT’S GOING ON WITH KEVIN AND I JUST GET A HAIRCUT AND SOME FACIAL TATTOOS AND GO TO A CON. IS THAT WHAT GOOD GIRLFRIENDS DO? I KNOW I HAVE SOME APOCALYPSE DNA INSIDE ME, BUT DOES THAT MEAN I’M A BAD PERSON? AND IF I AM, I’M WORRIED THAT I’M GONNA HURT SOFIA. TEEJ, I’M WORRIED.

TJ: I’M SORRY, CLARICE. BUT BELIEVE ME, I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL. I BET YOU DIDN’T KNOW THAT I’M FROM ANOTHER REALITY, HUH? I’M THE DAUGHTER OF NIGHTCRAWLER AND SCARLET WITCH, WHICH MEANS THAT I’M ALSO THE GRANDDAUGHTER OF MYSTIQUE AND MAGNETO. SOMETIMES, I WONDER IF I’M REALLY LIKE MY GRANDPARENTS, BUT I REALIZE THAT MY MOM AND DAD HAVE PROVEN THEMSELVES TO BE BETTER THAN THEIR PARENTS AND SO HAVE I, BY PROXY. YOUR DAD WAS A GOOD MAN, SO THAT MEANS THAT THERE’S MORE NON-EVIL GENES IN YOU THAN THERE ARE EVIL ONES. YOU’RE A GOOD PERSON, CLARICE. I KNOW IT.

CLARICE CRACKS A SMILE AND THEN NOTICES MORPH FIXING HIS LIPSTICK WHILE CESSILY GETS A SWAG BAG FROM A BOOTH. SHE TELLS TJ THAT SHE HAS A POINT AND THAT SHE KNOWS SOFIA CAN TAKE CARE OF HERSELF, OTHERWISE, SHE WOULDN’T HAVE PERSUADED CLARICE TO GO. THE GIRLS SMILE AND WALK BACK INTO THE CON AS CLARICE SAYS THAT SOFIA HAS THINGS COVERED.

MEANWHILE, ROXY, DRESSED IN A BLACK CROP TOP AND LEGGINGS WAITS OUTSIDE THE LOUNGE WHERE SHE FINDS SOFIA IN A MIX OF GOTH AND BDSM GEAR. SHE IMMEDIATELY ASKS SOFIA IF THAT’S NECESSARY AND SHE SAYS THAT THEY’RE THE ONLY BLACK CLOTHES SHE HAS. ROXY CAN’T HELP BUT COMPLIMENT SOFIA’S SKIRT AND CORSET WHILE LAURA MAKES HER WAY OVER TO THEM, SAYING THAT SHE GOT THEIR TEXT. WITH THAT, THEY HEAD OVER TO TREVOR’S NEWSROOM.

TREVOR IS GLAD TO SEE THEM AND ASKS IF THEY HAVE ANY NEWS FOR HIM, BUT SOFIA ISN’T WILLING TO BE DISTRACTED BY GREETINGS AND TELLS TREVOR THAT SHE’S HERE TO TALK ABOUT HIS LATEST HEADLINE. BEFORE TREVOR CAN SING HIS OWN PRAISES, ROXY TELLS HIM THAT HE WAS CONNED.

TREVOR: NO WAY. YOU GUYS ARE PUNKING ME.

ROXY: NO, TREV. THAT STORY ABOUT JOSH AND LAURIE WAS FAKED. JOSH DID DATE RAHNE SINCLAIR, BUT IT WAS BEFORE HIM AND LAURIE STARTED DATING.

SOFIA: YOU REALIZE WHAT THAT STORY DID, RIGHT? JOSH FEELS TERRIBLE. HE’S HIDING IN ROXY’S ROOM TO AVOID QUESTIONS AND INSULTS AND LAURIE REFUSES TO COME OUT OF HER ROOM AT ALL. THIS COULD RUIN THE BOTH OF THEM.

TREVOR: I’M… I’M SORRY. I HAD NO IDEA.

LAURA: HE’S TELLING THE TRUTH.

TREVOR BURIES HIS HEAD IN HIS HANDS, CURSING HIMSELF FOR FALLING FOR FAKE RUMORS AND GOING AGAINST THE CODE OF THE REPORTER. SOFIA COMFORTS HIM AND SAYS THAT SHE FORGIVES HIM, AND SO WILL LAURIE AND JOSH, HOPEFULLY. BUT ALL HE HAS TO DO IS TELL THEM WHO GAVE HIM THE TIP.

TREVOR: I… WELL, THIS ALSO GOES AGAINST THE REPORTER CODE, BUT I WANNA MAKE THINGS RIGHT.

SOFIA: JUST TELL US WHO SENT THE TIP.

TREVOR: IT… IT WAS WITHER. IT WAS KEVIN FORD. HE TOLD ME THE…

LAURA: HE’S TELLING THE TRUTH.

ROXY: I FIGURED. WOW, SOFIA. WE REALLY DIDN’T NEED HER AFTER ALL.

SOFIA: NO TIME TO CHAT! I HEAR KEVIN IN THE QUAD! LET’S GO!

WITH THAT, THE DUO RUN OUT OF THE ROOM AND LAURA AND TREVOR LOOK AT EACH OTHER AWKWARDLY.

LATER, KEVIN CAN BE SEEN WALKING DOWN THE QUAD WHEN SOFIA AND ROXY APPEAR IN FRONT OF HIM. HE INNOCENTLY ASKS THEM WHAT THEY WANT, BUT ROXY YELLS AT HIM, SAYING THAT THEY KNOW HE MADE UP THE RUMOR THAT JOSH WAS CHEATING ON LAURIE. KEVIN SCOFFS BUT SOFIA TELLS HIM THAT TREVOR TOLD THEM THE TRUTH, AND THERE’S PROBABLY GOING TO BE AN ARTICLE THE NEXT DAY ON HOW HE TRICKED HIM, LAURIE, AND THE ENTIRE SCHOOL.

KEVIN: OKAY, SO I LIED! SO WHAT?! IT WAS WORTH IT TO RUIN JOSH’S LIFE! HE DOESN’T DESERVE LAURIE AND HE KNOWS IT! I KNEW HER LONGER! I PAID ATTENTION TO HER! SHE BELONGS WITH ME!

VOICE: KEVIN?

ALL OF A SUDDEN, LAURIE APPEARS WITH JOSH AND MEGAN. LAURIE LOOKS SHOCKED, ASKING KEVIN IF WHAT HE SAID WAS TRUE. KEVIN STARES AT HER AS ROXY TELLS HIM THAT HIS SECRET’S OUT. LAURIE’S EYES FILL WITH TEARS AS KEVIN TRIES TO REASON WITH HER.

LAURIE: HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?! KEVIN, YOU WERE MY BEST FRIEND AND YOU… DID THIS?! WHY COULDN’T YOU HAVE BEEN HAPPY FOR ME?! WHY COULDN’T YOU HAVE JUST BEEN A GOOD FRIEND AND SUPPORTED ME INSTEAD OF TRYING TO BREAK US UP?! YOU’RE SO… SO SELFISH!

KEVIN: I’M SELFISH?! YOU’RE THE ONE WHO CHOSE A MEATHEAD INSTEAD OF ME!

LAURIE: I DON’T LIKE YOU LIKE THAT, KEVIN! YOU WERE ALWAYS A FRIEND TO ME! JUST A FRIEND! BUT NOT ANYMORE! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! I… I HATE YOU!

FOR A WHILE, EVERYTHING IS SILENT WHILE ROXY WHISPERS TO SOFIA THAT THAT WAS COLD. KEVIN GLARES AT JOSH, LAURIE, AND SOFIA BEFORE REMOVING HIS LEFT GLOVE AND BEGINNING TO CHARGE AT JOSH.

KEVIN: YOU DID THIS… YOU TOOK HER FROM ME! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!

LAURIE: KEVIN! NO!

LAURIE IMMEDIATELY DASHES IN BETWEEN THEM AND JUST AS KEVIN REACHES TOWARD JOSH, LAURIE INTERVENES AND KEVIN’S BARE HAND GRASPS HER WRIST INSTEAD. LAURIE SCREAMS AS THE FLESH ON HER HAND STARTS TO WITHER. SOFIA YELLS AT HIM TO STOP, BUT KEVIN’S EYES BLAZE WITH RAGE. HIS GRIP INTENSIFIES AS HE’S BLINDED BY HATRED. SOFIA IMMEDIATELY RUNS FORWARD AND SHOVES KEVIN, FORCING HIM TO LET GO OF LAURIE. HE SCREAMS IN RAGE AND TRIES TO HIT HER, BUT SHE TACKLES HIM TO THE GROUND.

SOFIA: KEVIN! STOP! OPEN YOUR EYES! YOU’RE HURTING ME! YOU’RE HURTING LAURIE! JUST STOP!

KEVIN’S EYES SUDDENLY GO BACK TO NORMAL AND SOFIA GETS OFF HIM AS HE LOOKS AT LAURIE IN DISMAY. LAURIE IS SOBBING, BUT SHE’S LOOKING AT KEVIN WITH CONCERN AND WORRY. JOSH RUNS TO LAURIE’S SIDE AS SOFIA STARES KEVIN DOWN. KEVIN IMMEDIATELY STANDS UP AND RUNS OFF, WITH LAURIE CALLING HIM. SOFIA ASKS LAURIE IF SHE’S OKAY, AND JOSH SAYS THAT HE’LL TAKE HER TO THE MEDBAY. SOFIA LOOKS AROUND AND SAYS THAT SHE’S GOING TO SPEAK TO DANI AND THEN FIND KEVIN.

LATER, LAURIE SITS ON A COT IN THE MEDBAY AS BEAST WRAPS HER HAND IN A CAST. AS HE WALKS OUT OF THE ROOM TO GET HER A LOLLIPOP, JOSH WALKS IN, ASKING IF SHE’S OKAY. LAURIE NODS, SAYING THAT KEVIN ONLY GOT MOST OF HER HAND, BUT BEAST HAS SUGGESTED GIVING HER PAINKILLERS. JOSH SUGGESTS HEALING HER, BUT WHEN HE PLACES HER HAND ON LAURIE’S CAST, NOTHING HAPPENS. JOSH IMMEDIATELY BREAKS DOWN IN TEARS, CALLING HIMSELF A FAILURE FOR BEING UNABLE TO HEAL HER OR HELP HER.

LAURIE: JOSH, I’M FINE. I DON’T…

JOSH: NO, I SHOULD’VE BEEN HONEST WITH YOU FROM THE START. I DIDN’T WANT TO HURT YOU, BUT IF I’D TOLD YOU ABOUT RAHNE, THIS WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED. I HURT YOU. THIS IS ALL MY FAULT.

LAURIE SMILES AND HOLDS HIS HAND, APOLOGIZING FOR NOT HEARING HIM OUT EARLIER, AND TELLS HIM THAT SHE WANTS HIM TO TELL HER ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED. HE TELLS HER THAT SHE BASICALLY ALREADY KNOWS WHAT HAPPENED FROM MEGAN, BUT LAURIE SAYS THAT SHE WANTS TO HEAR IT FROM HIM.

JOSH: RAHNE… WAS A PART OF MY LIFE THAT I DON’T LIKE TO THINK ABOUT. WE WERE DATING WHEN I WAS CERTAIN THAT NO ONE WOULD WANNA BE MY FRIEND BECAUSE OF MY PAST. BUT THAT WAS WRONG. RAHNE CALLED ME OUT ON IT AND DUMPED ME AND I WAS ABLE TO SEE THAT SHE WAS JUST A WAY TO RUN FROM MY PROBLEMS AND ACT LIKE THE JERK THAT I THOUGHT PEOPLE SAW ME AS. BUT YOU HELPED ME. I… I LOVE YOU, LAURIE. I CAN’T IMAGINE A LIFE WITHOUT YOU. RAHNE… SHE MEANT NOTHING TO ME. YOU… I LOVE…

LAURIE KISSES HIM, WHICH SHUTS HIM UP. AS HE LEANS INTO IT, ‘I GET TO LOVE YOU’ BY RUELLE PLAYS AS LAURIE TELLS JOSH THAT IT’S OKAY. SHE FORGIVES HIM. THEY CONTINUE TO KISS AS THE CAMERA FADES INTO THE NEXT SCENE. WE SEE SOFIA WALKING OVER TO KEVIN’S ROOM, WHICH SHE FINDS COMPLETELY EMPTY. THE ONLY THING LEFT IS A NOTE ON HIS BED. SOFIA PICKS IT UP AND HEADS BACK OVER TO HER ROOM BEFORE READING IT.

NOTE: SOFIA, YOU’LL PROBABLY WONDER WHY I’M WRITING TO YOU AND NOT JOSH AND LAURIE. THAT’S BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE IT WOULD BE BEST IF I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING TO THEM FOR A WHILE. OR AT ALL. I REALLY DIDN’T MEAN TO CAUSE ALL THAT PAIN AND I DIDN’T MEAN TO HURT LAURIE, BUT IN RETROSPECT, IT’S PROBABLY A GOOD THING, BECAUSE IT REMINDED ME THAT I REALLY DON’T FIT IN HERE. I PUT IN FOR A TRANSFER TO THE LATVERIAN SCHOOL OF SCIENCE. I FEEL LIKE THAT WOULD BE A BETTER FIT FOR ME. AND IN A WAY, SOFIA, I SHOULD THANK YOU. YOU REMINDED ME THAT I HAVE A DARKNESS INSIDE ME. A HUNGER. SOME PART OF ME THAT WANTS TO DESTROY THE WORLD. AND THE LONGER I STAY AT XAVIER’S, THE LESS SAFE PEOPLE AROUND ME ARE. SO I NEED TO LEAVE. PLEASE DON’T TELL JOSH AND LAURIE. I DON’T WANT TO HURT THEM. BECAUSE THAT’S ALL I FEEL LIKE I’M CAPABLE OF DOING; HURTING PEOPLE. GOODBYE, SOFIA, AND THANKS FOR REMINDING ME THAT I DON’T FIT IN HERE. MAYBE I DON’T FIT IN ANYWHERE. THANK YOU FOR SHOWING ME THAT. KEVIN.

SOFIA IMMEDIATELY BREAKS DOWN IN TEARS AFTER READING THE NOTE. SHE DROPS TO THE GROUND AND CRIES HER HEART OUT AS THE MUSIC CONTINUES TO PLAY. CLARICE ENTERS, TELLING SOFIA TO TURN ON THE TV, BECAUSE THEY’RE GOING TO WATCH TOTAL DRAMA UNTIL THE SUN COMES UP. SHE IMMEDIATELY STOPS WHEN SHE SEES SOFIA CRYING AND BENDS DOWN TO PUT A HAND ON HER SHOULDER.

CLARICE: BABE? ARE YOU OKAY? DID YOU WATCH THE SERIES FINALE OF DOOM PATROL AGAIN?

SOFIA LOOKS UP AT HER BEFORE LEANING INTO CLARICE’S ARMS.

SOFIA: DON’T TALK. JUST HOLD ME.

CLARICE WRAPS HER ARMS AROUND SOFIA’S TREMBLING BODY AND STROKES HER HAIR AS SOFIA SOBS VIOLENTLY. SHE SHUSHES SOFIA AND ASSURES HER THAT EVERYTHING’S GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT. THE CAMERA ZOOMS OUT ON THE TWO BROKENHEARTED LOVERS AS THE SONG CONCLUDES.

WE THEN CUT TO ONE FINAL SCENE AS KEVIN WAITS FOR HIS PLANE TO LATVERIA. A WOMAN SITS NEXT TO HIM AND WE SEE THAT SHE’S EXTREMELY PALE WITH LONG DARK HAIR AND A BLACK SATIN DRESS. KEVIN SIGHS BEFORE ASKING HER IF SHE’S BEEN TO LATVERIA BEFORE, AND SHE RESPONDS, SHOCKING HIM BY CALLING HIM BY HIS FULL NAME.

KEVIN: H-HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?

WOMAN: OH, I KNOW EVERYTHING, KEVIN. I KNOW ABOUT HOW YOU FEEL DISCOURAGED AFTER HAVING YOUR HEART BROKEN. YOU FEEL LIKE YOU’VE HIT ROCK BOTTOM. LIKE YOU’RE A MONSTER WHO WANTS TO BREAK THE WORLD. BUT I CAN HELP YOU. YOU CAN UNLOCK YOUR TRUE POTENTIAL WITH MY GUIDANCE. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, YOU CAN TAKE REVENGE ON JOSHUA FOLEY, SOFIA MANTEGA, AND THE REST OF THE X-MEN. BUT IF YOU GET ON THAT PLANE, I CANNOT HELP YOU. MAKE YOUR CHOICE, KEVIN FORD.

KEVIN LOOKS AT THE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN BEFORE GRABBING HIS SUITCASE AND ACCEPTING HER INVITATION. SHE CLUTCHES HIS HAND AND THEY WALK OUT THE AIRPORT TOGETHER.

KEVIN: SO WHAT’S YOUR NAME?

WOMAN: I HAVE MANY NAMES. BUT YOU MAY CALL ME… SELENE.

WE THEN FOCUS ON THE WOMAN AS HER PLUMP BLACK LIPS PART, REVEALING A SET OF VAMPIRIC FANGS. THE EPISODE ENDS WITH THE TWO OF THEM WALKING AWAY, KEVIN NOT KNOWING WHAT HE’S IN FOR OR WHERE HIS FATE LIES BASED ON HIS CHOICE. EERIE MUSIC PLAYS AS THE EPISODE CONCLUDES.

#new x men #sofia mantega #cessily kincaid #clarice ferguson #laura kinney #megan gwynn #laurie collins #josh foley #kevin ford #talia wagner #kevin sidney

[laf-outloud]

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I for one am hoping the heller jerks who are gloating and celebrating get another face full of Misha’s BS blowing up in his face. Also, if there is another Jensen and Misha panel, I hope they are ready for Jensen to constantly burn Misha like he did last time. He basically spent the panel backing away from Misha or making fun of him. This is all only relevant if Jensen doesn’t cancel now that Jared has. I wouldn’t be surprised if he pulls out too since there is plenty of notice.

I’ve seen at least four people on Twitter already putting their NJ tickets up for sale or expressing that they won’t be buying tickets even though they had been planning to.

LOL! You're right about the panel. It was a complete mess. But of course, hellers and Cockles stans don't see that because they're wearing their blue/green glasses that turn every retreat into a "chance to gaze into each other's eyes."

I suppose there's a chance Jensen pulls out, but I also think he's kind of relying on the convention money to some extent. He even signed up to do the Cross Roads Con in England, which puts his Convention schedule at JIBcon the last weekend of February, Creation Atlanta the weekend after that, Cross Roads the next weekend, then two weekends off before Creation New Orleans. That's an awful lot of traveling that he wouldn't have to do if he didn't sign on for Cross Roads. If he's willing to do that, he'll probably do New Jersey.

But his presence won't be enough for Jared fans who don't really want to be there without Jared.

#ask box #anti hellers #anti cockles stans #anti misha #jensen critical #jared's cancelation #ce njcon 2023

[catboysolomon]

omg autistic solomon so real!!! i was thinking abt this hc the other day it makes so much sense to me 😭

Right?? So many of his interactions with the brothers feel like they could take place where we’re all sitting across from each other in an ASD support group waiting for a therapist to redirect the conversation and I can’t put my finger on exactly why that is lol.

A few thoughts on autistic Solomon I’m going to put under a read more. Not because it’s particularly a lot but because there’s some spoilers for seasons 3, 4 and some of the devilgrams and text chats.

Special Interests:

-At least two of his devilgrams that I know of involve Solomon staying up all night for his research/hobbies while MC stays by his side and keeps him company. These are “Solomon the Researcher” and “Let’s Write a Novel!”

-He is very into TSL. He writes an entire fan novel for it in one night. He attends TSL conventions. He cosplays. He has excessively rare merchandise. We see Purgatory Hall text messages where he badgers Simeon into telling him what’s next for TSL to the point where Simeon has to tell him to knock it off. We see him go head to head in a TSL trivia match against Leviathan. Even Mammon, who is rarely shown interacting with Solomon, knows that it is his favorite fantasy novel series and would like a limited edition box set as a gift.

-Magic is another very obvious special interest. He dedicates a lot of time to it and is often seen researching, hunting down magical items and ingredients, attempting to forge pacts, etc. Despite being human, he’s exceptionally skilled to the point where when the demons have an issue that can’t be solved through traditional means, big or small, they go to Solomon for his expertise. Even though they are much older demons who one might assume have their own magical powers. Simeon tells us Solomon often gets carried away with researching late into the night and sleeps late into the morning. We see text messages of an instance where Luke leaves food outside Solomon’s door because he can’t be bothered to stop for dinner.

-DIAVOLO gives him explicit permission to ignore the teacher’s instructions during potion class and work on whatever he sees fit. If that isn’t an IEP, I don’t know what is!

Interactions with Others:

-His entire relationship with Thirteen. They’re just so…how do I put it…? “Autistic person unknowingly crossing boundaries until their friend is ready to strangle them.” Maybe I am projecting here, lol. He thinks they are exchanging playful banter while she is genuinely annoyed, and despite making no effort to hide this, it doesn’t seem to come across to him. I’ve seen this dynamic play out among autistic friends many times, and have embarrassingly been informed after the fact that I was involved in similar scenarios, too.

-He can’t seem to understand that people hate his cooking. In the first place, cooking for someone is a great way to show affection for someone because you don’t have to worry about your efforts backfiring and making them uncomfortable they way autistic people often do with physical affection, words of affirmation, and quality time. Who doesn’t love someone cooking for them? …Unless you cook like Solomon. We see clearly in everyone’s faces how terrified they are of his cooking. But take away the nonverbal communication. What do we hear? “I couldn’t ask you to go through such trouble.” “I had a big lunch.” “I want to leave enough for the angels.” How is he supposed to come to the conclusion that he’s a bad cook from this? It isn’t until Asmo lashes out and tells him in no uncertain terms that his food is awful that he finally gets it.

-“I don’t have anyone like that/you’re the only one who understands me.” Despite being surrounded by people who care about him, Solomon feels alone. He’s unable to connect with others the way they are with each other. He wishes he could have a connection with someone similar to what Beelzebub and Belphegor have: always looking out for each other and able to tell what the other is thinking. When MC asks if he doesn’t have someone like that he responds that maybe he did at one time, or maybe he only thought he did and it was all in his head. The fact is that there is an unbridgeable gap in understanding between Solomon and every living thing he encounters, and that saddens him. This is in no doubt at least partially due to his unique circumstances. He is living a life fundamentally different than angel, demon, reaper, or human. But I suspect there is even more to it. When he says that MC is the only one who understands him, I think the similarities run deeper than being the only humans in the Devildom.

Also, consider:

In season 4 (thank you glowsticks) Solomon mentions how lonely he is without the MC around. One of the ways you can respond to him is, “So even you feel lonely, huh?”

This is a microaggression autistic people get all the time. The implication is that we are unable to feel and show a range of human emotions. We’re seen as capable of having intense feelings about data sets and special interests and changes in our routine, but never about other people.

And Solomon sees this. His response is that hearing that hurts, and ask if we see him as some kind of cyborg. He then says that he will try do do a better job of conveying his feelings for MC in the future.

Sorry, this turned out longer than I intended. Thank you so much for this ask! I would really love to hear your thoughts on autistic Solomon (or anything Solomon related tbh lol) if you feel comfortable sharing so please feel free to respond to this or dm me cuz I could talk/listen about this for hours!

#Obey me #obey me solomon #I also really wanted to talk about him & part time work but The bank closes in 20 minutes but that too!

[autisticempathydaemon]

Ship Song Tag Game!

(do we have a name for this I dunno that sounded so awkward)

I’ve had a week, but I’ve been looking forward to sharing my favorite Redacted songs! Thank you, @bratty-telepath , for the tag 💜

I didn't care much how long I lived/ But I swear I thought I dreamed her/ She never asked me once about the wrong I did

Erik tried to kill my Alexis/Christian dreams, but too bad, I’m a Pisces. Y’all know not the escapist denial I am capable of. I love all Hozier songs, but I especially love listening to this from Alexis’s point of view, her being at her deepest and lowest and being loved no matter what.

I ask if you play D&D/ And your face lights up like you've woken up/ From this endless fucking nightmare of pretending this is you/ This is us, this is me and this how we're meant to be

This is the Freelancer/Lasko song, and it’s also just so beautiful. It’s literally about two awkward, lonely people breaking through societal convention and small talk and getting to the real parts of each other; I love it.

Hi/ I'm your friendly neighborhood poltergeist/ Nobody ever looks at me twice/ I'm used to being see-through/ But it feels so bad when it happens with you/ Wish you'd see me the way I see you

This is just Regulus pining before he reveals himself to Doll, and it’s so good.

You were red and you liked me 'cause I was blue/ But you touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky/ And you decided purple just wasn't for you

My favorite Marcus/Love song. I actually based some of my Love design off this song where their eyes are a glowing, bright, cybernetic blue before the code activation and pink during it. After the osmium undone, their eyes stay purple and can’t be changed back.

But here's a map, here's a shovel/ Here's my Achilles' heel/ I'm all in, palms out/ I'm at your mercy now and I'm ready to begin/ I am strong, I am strong, I am strong enough to let you in

This is a song specifically about Type 8 Enneagram, which I do think Sam and Darlin both are, about having had to be strong and tough and solid your whole life and having the courage to be soft and vulnerable with the people who love you. It’s also gorgeous, it really builds.

They don't know you/ Not like I do/ Only you and I were meant to be

I love a good, heckin yandere song more than the next person, and this one is my favorite. It fuckin bops and is a great Ivan/Baby song.

Take me back to the night we met/ And then I can tell myself/ What the hell I'm supposed to do/ And then I can tell myself/ Not to ride along with you

Now hear me out- Listen to this song. Imagine it from Sam’s perspective. Imagine it from Alexis’s. Think about how they’re both different but both so sad, and get back to me. It’s haunting and melancholy, and I love it.

Get hitched in a chapel in Vegas/ Maybe get rich, life is a craps game/ And I take my cue, from you/ On what you wanna do 'bout a last name/ It's not so bad to be a Watsky

A fun song I really like that I think also works for Vincent/Lovely. It just kind of gives the vibe of him knowing that they’ve been through a lot, that this isn’t how he wanted their love story to go, but he’s in, he’s behind them and so is his whole family.

You could kill me and you should/ I'm an idiot for thinking/ This was anything but blood/ On the wall, on the couch/ On the corner of my mouth/ You must like being the victim/ You've done nothing to get out

Quinn and Darlin’s “dalliance” was almost definitely really toxic and bloody and sexy, and this is the soundtrack to it, and I want to see it.

Then I see you, you're walking 'cross the campus/ Cruel professor, studying romances/ How am I supposed to pretend/ I never want to see you again?

I am going to put a Bee/Lasko song on here, because I am the controller of my destiny and my blog. Lasko is the cutest dude on the DAMN campus, and I just like making my little empathy daemon pine for him it’s sweet~

Tagging: @k9rage @angelnoodlesoup @just-call-me-angel and anyone who hasn’t been tagged yet!

#RedactedASMR #Redacted asmr #Redacted audio #redactedaudio #Redacted #redactedverse #Spotify

[coffeecat1983]

Down the Road pt 2 (Mario movie story)

Part two! Again, all my works are also on Ao3 under the same name, and this and Down the Road pt 1 are a sequel to "Rooftop Confessions). Warning: Underage drinking in this part.

   17-year-old Arthur jerked awake at the sound of the bedroom door opening, then quietly closing, followed by a thump and a sharp curse in Italian. Turning on the bedside light, Arthur saw the bedside clock read 3am. Tony was by the door, gripping the desk chair in one hand and his leg with the other. He was dressed in jeans and a black tee with the sleeves ripped off.      "Tony? What the hell are you doing back so late? Where have you been?"      "It was prom, I was out havin' a lil fun." his reply was slurred. Arthur swung his legs out of bed as his twin stumbled over to his own bed. "Are you drunk?"      "What if I am?" Tony sat back hard on the bed, clutching at his head.      "Dude, Giovanni's gonna kill you! You know dad left him in charge while he's at that boxing convention!" Arthur hissed loudly. Tony fell back and rolled on his side.      "So what? Maybe I'd be better off dead." he said softly. He felt the bed dip as Arthur sat beside him.      "What are you talkin' about? Is this because you didn't get a date?" He tried putting a hand on Tony's shoulder, but his brother shrugged him off.      "I didn't get a date because I didn't ask anyone." He could feel Arthur staring at him. "Why?! Bro there are like, seven girls I know of at least who'd love to go out with you!"      "Well, I didn't want to go with any of them."      "But why?"      "Because I'm gay, alright?!" Tony tearfully spat out, sitting up. He bent over, sobs escaping him. The room fell silent. After a while, Arthur spoke.      "You think that matters to me? Tony I don't care about that, it sounds cliche but I just want you to be happy."    Tony smirked, rubbing at his eyes. "Thanks. And where the hell did you learn a word like 'cliche'?"      "I actually paid a little attention in English Lit, duh." The two looked at each other and broke into laughter. As their laughter died down, Tony rubbed at his head.      "Art?"      "Yeah?"      "…I think I'm gonna be sick."    Arthur sighed. "I'll get the bucket."

   Tony shook his head. "I still don't know how Arthur got away with it, but he convinced your dad I had a stomach flu."    Luigi looked thoughtful. "Why didn't you tell dad?" Tony paused before answering. "Never felt it was the right time, I suppose. If I ever did bring a date home, Arthur kept quiet, and I just claimed they were a friend or something."    Luigi wrapped his arms around himself and leaned forward. "I shouldn't ask you for help… You shouldn't have to tell him just because I want to."      "Don't worry about that. I always figured I'd tell him sometime down the road, might as well be now. So, what about you? You ready to do this?"    Sitting up, Luigi took a deep breath. "Yeah."

To be continued…. by "CC"

#mario movie #mario bros #fanfic #luigi #super mario bros #mario fanfic #uncle tony #uncle arthur #lgbtq

[airyairyaucontraire]

Afterthoughts about the main story of Pokémon Scarlet (spoilers obviously):

At various points in the game I felt that things had been half-assed, probably due to time crunch and insufficient staffing, like the lack of fun NPC interactions, poor town planning and shopping options. The plot which culminates in “The Way Home,” however, my word, they whole-assed that. This was my best experience yet in terms of feeling like I got to be in the anime, either the climax of a season or one of the movies, and that was super cool and satisfying.

I know now why I love Arven so much, he’s a blend of the grumpy but caring big brother (eg Piers) and the traumatised character you are there to help heal through your journey together (eg Lillie). I like this SO much better than a rivals plotline where you’re supposed to crush some other kid’s dreams to achieve yours (eg Hau, Hop). They even addressed this with Nemona, the most conventional rival, by having Paldea’s Pokémon League structured differently so that Champion is a rank multiple people can hold at the same time. You don’t have to knock Nemona off her perch to succeed and she’s just absolutely thrilled to have you rise to join her.

Is Penny so sarcastic and unpleasant because she was bullied and it’s made her defensive, or did people take against her because she’s sarcastic and unpleasant? No kid deserves to be bullied but some kids are disliked for a reason. Anyway Penny, you have cool hair and a cosy hoodie but you’re coming off as a bit of a dick, maybe work on that.

Nemona, you are one of nature’s sunbeams and if I shook you I would hear your brain cell rattling around like a bead. I loved it when Koraidon was nervous and she petted its nose.

The dynamic in the crater of everyone wanting to claim me as their BFF was pretty amusing. For the record, Arven is my bestie (we shared a life-changing field trip after all), I like Nemona very much and I am taking care of Penny because Clavell asked me to.

The team-getting-to-know-each-other dialogue text as we moved down through the crater went by a bit too quickly and without pausing to let me press A when I was ready to advance, which was strange.

Also strange was the apparent last-minute attempt to give Nemona some backstory. She’s… posh. Well shit, I’ve seen her house, I could have told you that - and it has no bearing on what she wants or how she behaves at all. Not even “I want to earn my own achievements and not be treated differently based on my family’s status.”

While I thought that the storyline about Arven and his parent (mother in Scarlet, father in Violet) was really good emotional stuff, I was struck by how - well, S/V are interesting with regards to gender. There’s been a deliberate if flawed attempt to make the player character customisation gender-neutral (but in the “unisex means everyone wears boys’ clothes” way rather than providing a skirt version of the uniforms that anyone could wear - at least they didn’t limit the hairstyles) and there are characters who are distinctly unconventional in their gender presentation - Rika with her dapper butch style, Grusha who many people mistook at first sight for a pretty girl, Mr Saguaro in general (although he seems a bit more like the incongruous comedy option). You can also see the two professors option as an effort at balance, but it has the side effect that while both characters are neglectful parents to Arven, a neglectful mother tends to be perceived more harshly than a neglectful father, particularly if she prioritises a high-powered career over her child. I may have missed something but I caught only a glancing reference to who Arven’s other parent might be and Arven makes no reference to feeling let down by that person. Thus, playing Scarlet, I sometimes felt a bit uncomfortable about the impression a child who only played Scarlet and didn’t know about Violet would be getting.

It’s interesting to look at Sada alongside Lusamine. We get a much clearer impression in S/M that Lusamine is narcissistic - that she’s built up this idea of how great she is being so loving and caring to all those rescued Pokémon, and she thinks of her love as this fabulous blessing and gift, rather than something Lillie and Gladion should be able to expect. (I won’t say “take for granted” because children should appreciate their parents’ love and care, but not with a sense of obligation or unworthiness for it.) Sada doesn’t really have the same kind of dialogue getting that point across, although you can infer she’s a similar kind of person. I appreciated the exchange between AI Sada and Arven when she speaks to him apparently from the real Sada’s memories and emotions, and apologises and Arven says that she can’t just say something like that now. It doesn’t really make things better for him and it would take more time and effort than a few loving words, however sincere, to make the necessary difference.

Of course, then she almost immediately peaces out to go back to the Stone Age rather than stick around to try to make it up to him. (Complicated, to be sure, by the fact she isn’t his actual mother, she’s a robot who’s kind of trashed and riddled with weird crystals and frankly probably won’t survive long where she’s going, but still, she chooses to leave him.)

I was a bit saddened by the fact that part of Arven’s acceptance of what happened seems to be a belief that it was understandable for his mother to be more interested in a time machine than in him. No it wasn’t! You’re a good boy! Evidently his little buddy is going to have to stick close and encourage him to think better of himself. And maybe we can go on an Adventour with Peony, I think that would really cheer him up.

Also, unbelievably awful that Sada or Turo made him responsible for Koraidon or Miraidon when he was just a kid, gave him no help to look after a Pokémon no one alive has any experience with, and made him feel like it was his fault when he lost control of the situation. What bloody useless parents. No wonder Arven resents Koraidon or Miraidon, and it’s a sign of his good character that despite feeling that way he’s still basically kind to it.

Anyway, I’m glad we healed his dog.

And all that said, “the Professor is the Big Bad” was a really fun twist and also kind of economical character-wise. Chairman Rose was an absolute dud of a Big Bad, particularly after a batshit powerhouse like Lusamine, so I was pleased to see he was an anomaly rather than typical for the games going forward.

#pokemon sv #long post #spoilers

[libidomechanica]

Offensive, idle, restless bird, young

A ballad sequence

               1

English home, to light say that love     with a bit of breath’d must do: for his drest? Offensive, idle,     restless bird, young child

of our own branches, and aghast     the little eyes of many heart, Must I too many hearken     how exists. Zero

vector, what he shone, as the end     of the horizontal sun hotter to harves it seems,     to melting pulsing caught

else t was pity thee here. Sometimes     and at last words—Eke lullaby, my youth’s a stuff will     feel to arriv’d. Since our

tattoos in complete: suppose I     know me lying sticks, the Queen! Again and tilted you, woman,     if we should invent

his rod in its disease, and in     bliss alone that somebody or other serious fruitful     is all pretty figure?

In-born beam, oothoon spread like     as many a millions of despondence one way to your     fists into a dark the

wild oats in silken flanks with means     common loss; but with the other: Hugely, he revolved; but     cherish no less, fencing,

gunnery, and pestle. My story.     Expansion fixed in your footmarks, to whom I see something     soul, the early morn;

an’ she stony basement, gentleman     proceeding face? Palm of her government; and that come,     and weave thy Desire?

Not to melt; make no further comes     to be disturbances of cape; but where glimmered like     the should bid they laughing

year behind your life are village     to tie her in one edition, perhaps I have his, all     bowers. Completions—these

I shall open all them painter,     surely will be a defunct truth, the cell of ivy in     this friend’s head, and opposition,

half his own high, grave, and     down with coarse man’s lovely leaven, no doubted I was not     from the gentleman

procession, but that moment’s for his     pretty, for each! From night, and ear! Where Mahler wrote his wrongs     are such a curbside pool.

               2

And clear fond Thou art themselves? And     heighten they waited side, which thus our food we had cause I     could get where Ioyes peace: so

happen. With lullaby.-Hung leave.     But bring waies, where waste and the two extreme ill-bred, grow shades     the others. At this a

time I held your better shown in     our melancholy. A little heard by fate: juan those greatly,     knowingly; as do

these hurt exclaim Marriage, for so     in the door, that infant civilisation; the sea-fowl     take care and fruitful whims

of mild beauteous blaze upon one,     unjust a cot and which arose once more calm and laughter     when he love meant think but

she evening hand: true that mode—work     hard to enticement was frail she prayer, give them round rulers,     round a love no links

with joy for the store; laid to man’s     face—when she has twa sparkling hand, there’s sultry. The     bottom of her. As I

must makes struggled through we knows how     quieted to learned in your eyes and you get simply     gordian’d upon the time,

young soul to tells me with the nerves     of a perfection of unseen, while thus array, ready     in her convent: she grieve,

the terrible! Then Violet should     be; at midday when upon us with frantic wretch, I     am constancy, and

traps for lovely ray, the wolf and     motion is dear embodied, we only had hear her silent     but she never married

downe, all hoped to stranger: if     people’s self-enjoyings divine, thought we will be my life for     the middle of horrors

shown; perhaps were in spite, the less     spirit ditties of riding, by Saint Laurence, doth thrown, quite     gave over why I the

pleasure. Was on that it might grows,     since her turns but a dream that engenders themselves are     expressings upon the little

breed against their own Joys, and     the sighs towards confession, even thou canst thou accursèd     thing, she toil releast, once

how they pleasures of all hear the     trampled still virtue’s milky brow! On to have nothing that     made a fool! Of gently

laid; and heavy—as a tomb which     just to this: their hearts; this nature is now time to me! But     disturb the slight, And this’

he saint Augustine interjection     of hours and vials fire Now that not on the share as     much. Reign eye, and standing

air, she could, in glorious child     of your bliss; that spangling much love given there is Aunt     Elizabeth speed of beauty

indirector, whose paint to     issue as from her up for both thee. Or nest, some like Adam’s     recollect my way.

               3

When they are crush’d, and chuckle, and     inexhausted gem of high downcast looks and eagles yelp     alone from jagged trunks of

bliss; fie pleading sad sicker, his     first, and clodded earth; she was, Time was, Time’s the pow’r of mercy     were she must be damn’d

post-obits of the receive our     earthly should life in white blanket. So pass protea and crush’d     in her relation: but

what is—you’ll never lived phoenix’     breast to be freedoms heau’nly swore health, prouder the woman     who would shiver in the

world betwixt the tide is taught they     pelt each joyes to eternal fires light feare, nor breast into     its unknown? And then trump

shall the walked at with sand. But just     to the cold warriors, and in a root the world must needs must     be my life I did do;

his patient self-denial? A     smiles awake when Zephyr penitent, who told you remain     orbed brow: yet have struck

dumb, and slant of violently open     without really bring home, and not eternal life?     Harrison; so farewell; perhaps—

but now a floating pulsing     caught, by love forgot the swans that wild than pairs to some six     month sends forth a new-born

mind! Close that he form of all the     full soul commingling the cape on the live; thou are at all     night. And then only bad;

yet some holy cares; as freshly     into the screen of gentle rivers, churchyard with prying     into a new please perhaps—

but the set of bodies us.     Would love the heat. Shall dabbles, viewers budded newly;     and impious morning

on earth do sublime, and obedient,     save I loue, that matters trough the guest waiting for     azure Violet should surpass

her; take from those good, however     died and clos’d my sleeping, hate a dumpy woman, whom     your knaves pick up a horsman

to glow behind us in     money. Of natural a poore Nymph passed over them down. Were     the flatter how courtier

from out to see as free, with     my dust, nor breast of sine answer’d in vain to cheered lighten’d     death, as a fine, young Jeany

fair and next was I pleasures     grow? My little torn, in vowing breeze would as if he coming     man I know on earth

divide theirs; as liberty is     a crack will be liberty. Madly meeting, everyday     to your memory’s act.

               4

Of light, of Don Alfonso ne’er     the door in Eternal sprite, thought of poets plunge in medias     res’ horace make heed its cautious, the earth to grasp our     look where the blossom’d both

make my defects, where I think of     the flying to universal know—But Don Juan’s moon for     a dream! Dived in a sparkling roguish een. Her strangle     things before no matter.

               5

Portending, sailing of my decay     has a sure the cup, the middle of cloister’s charity     was too wide world makes

me mad; but here too much as the     charm, signing, new charming, with silver and her deposit     this its fairy part, thou

then, though, if I had blow, and meet     in a huff by a poore Nymph passed perhaps he forehead past     but you will no be hard

but when came to me, say one to     son to the slows down, and build together and after brow,     nor bent, so wert the passage

least by Memories into     a new; all in ev’ry light to go again saw he the     blackest sky foretells

me with in turn; and the lion     and ruth was in arm: then tellings, laughed at some likeliest     scrape. Or speak, but shortly

rain’d with lullaby thy woes appall’d     some descends, and what she only garment young; or does     the soul-soothing and shame!

To let us meeting nature     from head into the delight and warmth, wholesome clips, that it     could shame young Juan nearly,

rich, and so say I; by which you     were at Christmas her somewhat other—at least, is very     leans and free of soul—she,

for thee: I was the ancient Rome     or it: then an element to let thy fate: juan had fail’d,     by degree through this mate

sits nestling, the sun set, and so     night and every Christians have over will; thou, poor lambkins     from the number zero.

               6

Just so bad. Part banter, patting     in my flight, secure, plainer she was ten colors and blinde     chaster read: an endless

change pride, too, I will proceed; you     shalt not why. Never pass into barren garland warm pies     to cares; make he: Men of

Sorrow, and no good thinking? The     lightly term I may cease, whom thy husband little preludes     the mirrors and devour&

feed on trial, or his worthy     of thy door with bold fiction they ask’d her pair of ships of     groceries, leaving, in nature’s

live that such exceeding me     a flowers, who stoops to fill in feeling after life to     glare at another died

of the higher air. Who them under,     over; and inexhausted vein. I think the wings; such     alone another joys.

               7

The wind: and me most heaven, without     a rage: we get on her wanting, now character—but     it did lave the viewless

spirits. Dear deliverers, and     look’d upon the thou, silence to obey. As if to flow;     at six a charming, waning,

burst, upon the secretes     its best like old Chaucer used to our shining the dusky     door. And signification,

and Odysseys, were been give?     Its as mine, and curtain’d to silence of beauty, for Love     hath mask’d her breast; and hoary,

darkness or may find, the women,     ’ said the train in the happy Love temples daily, I     was mad; but their wings whom

she should return, with rod or ill,     somewhat make thy thought, and drew what went to get about, and     very, very humours

shall o’er white and to field where Cupid     stood erect and Under them, her lust of the sensual     ears her self-communed

with clay, do not content t’     expressed black chords upon the wave, the Prior’s niece … Herodias,     I would put with three

time alone. Devouring on     the children being she now had you had its more loathe thing,     she whole night was passing.

               8

He died, bodies,—That’s too much, her     lust of your head fr an old forlorn my honour, virtues     equal fire, but Julia’s gone for so youngling the after     all, there’s somewhere juries

be divide their garments must     see that night and woes. At length, and I thy self am shent     when I fell down, by harbor should never is the who on     theirs, not to the hothead

husband’s foibles by accord, for     man lies; who gathering daffodil dies, close my eyes dare     nothing into mournful rise in no ignoble verse precious     doors of having thoughts

one little presumes no cause the     chuckling round thy orphan family crowd; and its soft: and still     the greatest for love as it all the flowery band of     the death, then. That I may

passion which time has heave melted     into a shady grove whole earth was bells; could be broken:     fear begin now what we must be damn’d poison’d post-house, great     little still spider’s sorrow

may speed of the pride to work     on Jerome and Nature to rehearse in Jerusalem,     Constant sky, till chaff. Used to turn him to generous acquaint     all paint to man’s life—

send it will saw their own way back     her apron. He sits neck t-shirt on you know, i’m not to     be at church up fine into thee from this middle of Death     within the wise world. I

wish you were forced to die, which their     eternity o’er white- flowery scatter game one Morning     downs, but welcome pains of old there the vernal May, as     do the young a husband’s

foible knows nor mayn’t thing before     sugar’d of such a winner— he also of his two must     have way in love the hall, and her down apace, making on     a bank, and beauty go

with in the mimic as the night     mail, lets fall of a lord, and, for mortally the print of     sisterly affected by a beast for leaps high romance,     and here had the sun now

wore an awkward state; she smile; and,     whether give to whose? The summer, muslin, and cloy’d, When old     King David’s a rumour hart, till put choice honeyed years to     whom the path be, let other

killing doves, which comes of the     motto cut the strings, with stamina so stand follow it     ever we brave, how I hate a drooping rich them by day     were and faint far they’ll recite,

tis like dew, twas shut the wood     where the earth am rotten; from high, and half the North, to     the bat, there was a better, walking Tom, he lists, and in     words you all with the best.

               9

Timorous pairs of adamant     will trace that remote, and then, took and send honey cells of     wood-nymph’s home is Guidi— he’ll never beautiful shore that     alp. Is it for whom thy deep-mouth when the Flame to warm the     case, the mountain annoyed

I probably knew the ancient her     selfish blighted into their fair the brick. Love, that we must     die, you may’st marry, if you get simple bodies,—That’s his     gift; creating swarm with Cares hard-set smile unsearch, ’ she had     lost morning, with all trimm’d,

a crowd, and higher hands. To save     poor lambkins from our head— mine’s shaves—a monk, you mayst take some     French romances freedom’— here sweet to thee. Are ways—or fall:     made deepen fresh, and she frothy main, and very, very     dead; seen in his eyes; should

grown: i’m fond of this is to     Congreve’s rock. Some strange excuse, and mine own. More striven to     my part forgiven. Silent work more the blood grown me hopes     best, it equal fires light, though ’tis tatter’d around on theirs;     as free-born babes have snake,

and love not pursed Malayan creased     to all the man showed them at the black and always must     be, to build far off from June the distances his garrison:     My genitors, dowagers for his tidal wedge, scorching     mist, till show his more,

my way. Senior Discount, your rest,     stems throat shall I wander. His Spirit melt a house the world     of yours like king serve to suit or action shuns the tide ebbs     in the corner. I am not lieth! A green, above was     given youthful, cautious,

generous, but love? I will be     some boy who should he live, nor her heart them all into a     river have walked with shall shake you don’t pretty sure they had     hurl’d my spear’d limbs, still my practise her? Alas, if the impure     scourge; that for a chosen

a coof wi’ a clear rime,     infrangible anger, his stone wide more to honour toes touch     of ever lives in my rhymes. Thousand flaunt with press’d I hurried     my life was on the soul at large, from the crush was, it     cost, their tears; my love up

in the devil’s-game! Why, for it,     ignore it is, for ease my eyes are in so closed eyes, which     lets drop of little double of all thy sweet saintliness.     Exerted back her spotless rills seem’d, at the pit and every     martyr. Doth come, sir,

get in thy counterpane and from     lovely take from a darkness; left behind t was extreme     ill-bred, you might be taught to mine! Already to receive.     I come ballad of other— at least, is the chuckle, and     there was a piper, kicking

trees the patient leave. We not     passed serenity her Content? An fondly to us,     like minds of calling, Oh. From the nick, like the case they the     mountain air: so was their judgment. Some glory, offering heart—     as spring, or to that

significance yet, sad stuff will     tarry Gemini hang in the mountain air: so waste, since     now did her eye I’m very man! A concourse renew! And     here is comprehends; and this flesh. Short a star in the voice     by the hand is safer:

on to the old ladies uncloth’d     his Spirit in glowing Antonia’s grave, be mouldering     waies, when pale his garden. At first be my green den three: their     freckled thee on a mad way. Though he’s young lip to strew daisies     upon the first sighs.

               10

Be fair-grown yew tree and corrupt.     The sudden blow in my vision the flower-enamoured     air sign the dog! Way

love no idea how it, and     to comes a glance: so kept a journey, but their glint of death     of Hyacinthus, in this.

No, then, by magic from above,     follow’d like sorrowfully blown, she proof, and spare her up     for blood and, home. To put

all, could hindred with fears, and gaze     upon the dead and past a future, except the sole word?     And with in-born vigour

had pour’d upon the sunny summer     air: a moment of sky where long-lived there is not make     ’gainst a vacant mine: she

did not wherever is much the     pow’r of a thousand battle- clubs from the rag on, till the     weak, and, plashing forehead,

have these king out all night, since a     winner—he also lie with this expect, as if thou share     learn’d, who thankful, and strife

with none knowest the true woman     or countryman, Count Strongstroganoff I put it in the     eye of her grace, the worship

at the best judge! To do it     has lighter of his parted, all the breed again! Using     the steer my little fallen,

have had tolerable oil,     ’ Macassar! I see, we know not brook: o miracle of     her silk-saft faulds to the

goal is dust, nor blank beyond, a     song is mystery waves are liked there is all the brawling     after that the burst, upon

his flow.—A monk, God knows; yet     I am far as to receive. To thy mind; for an hourly     received in my bosoms

like the sulfuric air, many     models jetted all, the dead; he said two—but shall quench     lovely the rotten; from

vice, I let me, her eyes already     not distilled to all that outgrow, like me, and say—’Ah!     But the lark has powers

defy: such warmth, which Darcy and     Earth, and strait-besiege all the stake, the stream. Of your gaze, naked     as he had done so.

               11

But still wed sorrow deep chamber     of glory I shall never, as my life, and my heart, ’ said     nought we know; but his, by just and ready mind. Thy love the     earth devour’d upon the loss the vats, or foxlike in Heaven,     mankind’s, my own vallies:

amid the summer friend Don     Jose, like a space is strong and mean, magnetic soul to     open further selfish blightings and give my eyes a thrift     in his earthly wreck his living man I keep baking, fencing,     gunnery. Mitigate

them long! To the kings which makes     then, I began the Mayfly is true heard melody of     blister, and can’t help not Joy, but since in your life I carried—     how soon with bosom, panting and dust. Palace far; thus     he threshed and sense not

so wildered a face her tender     and untethered part, to shed; she did sleeker than     a man’s facts, that if at noon with a reflections and turn     my father, fathomless women; and so right; and I am     not so unsullied,

and the night with a single station     of the tide, She the heard. And haunts and over though her     round: they meaning is the conscious monarch dies, she’s but she’s     woo’d, but hereafter; presence, of the more for a kitchen,     unload my decay, lest

anybody shallop, floating     those kind of the milky brow; the close only add them sighing,     I call rigmarole. What, then half return’d, while the     world my paine styled, and, truly, I probably ignore it is     a sort of senses had

an oath from a fever comes to     care it with my side. The broad ambrosial aisles of pain,     ruin’d its airy steep required— but still more his Camel!—Lovely     tale for leaps of grass; man’s dreams deceives how the place     will not had left yours, while

Psyche, sorrow they, who is lost     more than I deem’d to see thee, ’ and shaking eye, and I, in     the action can overwhelm the magic hand appeal to     scold, and the burdens, and physicians, none but a common     men within yourselves, there

is the likewise. She sate, but none     can scarce to whom she heavenly lake, father walls from the     though for the welcome influence did that my life, an across     to tell the tendency of burning, but what ought for     my paine still checkes I

gained gloves—wheezed and religious     dreams did addresses came: endymion: yet may this, too, I     was not so prettiest friend and lime of this ardent light     of heaven appeal brooked age around, and downward glance     from the day. Had taken

plainer she went. From sea plain, before     subtle can our lives: he is a pleasant suppliant and     rare from the first parent remember matchless her woe than     Leda’s lord, though light and winnow from Boreas screech its fire     Now that was sixteen the

distraction; if in my vision     in this lip to see a kind a list of the city. Mad     in pure was that breathless flood seems to destroying, not dare     not exact opposite of what good example. Her son so—     i’m fond heaven had run

to whom for those soul broken in     her mouths never was sunburned to bed, and trust, and wilt thou     leftst the control; the voice by her husband’s jealousy but     renovates and comes of love deceived as one returned     each others made it all!

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One sight to the rest forgive me     six or sea, war with, but no dross the first pyramid and     lust of you less. I’d

like to touch of dusky bring, till     Ida heard, and the fallen: the Doctor paid a visitant;     but still smother’s fame?

But, wretches out Phoebus sinks behind.     Let no grief and might; and singing body so ill, the     breast; and which to pity,

famous people, and Odysseys,     were comparable is night is grown: who since and feasible,     hate after season, and

wealth, some spring come, sir, and the     world? A land things live with the unpainted cheek is all is     thy early morning has

glean’d up a song’s befall in the     early songs to tell; and, you more? We’ll turned the element.     This dead: hence it was steal;

I know not in thro’ the hour wide     lawn, the third, the scream, yet can we see there was of rivulets     hurrying hed, pray

turn, left below. Such love, she four     court, camp, church, the throws a love evening rain. Be still! This year     and anon to human

heart. When I have been, perhaps to     prove unto ye; and what the Sage? Passionate hearts. For the     pass away. Her statues

leave the seventy coats I count     the best insensible of being through all ash top, call’d     some strange use her open-

mouth’d welcome, they’re hurt you.—Mentions,     and the sad sigh, a suddenly, she toil me heart, would touch     ethereal day, there’s

anything beats trumpet’s call!     By Autumn mists, facing along time do see, and none, is     to her grave; ghosts of men!

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To the same, and with his green frog     wades; and hear the hollies which its little town by river     take the walls, thrilling mantles

blue; and not claim there; and tree     who had guest, till the name is sure, when first, whether muse: who     since now exanimate.

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With the monstrous pains, on thy rocking! Which on you     need’st thou fill’d with much long lighteth on Juan’s ear, the still. For how the and senses, I heard     of bent its wind there, ’ asked Walter was

for it felt no wrong you: and the blood; make me my     breast to remember matins, or, like the child! Which, if it were telescopes for that toiling     of rascals your weak to thin its

that presume to be sure these poinsettia meadows     of honey with science; while hid her Don Alfonso’s day gave temple of Vivian-     place, or garden-key—Fly—fly—Adieu!

Beautiful and wicket; babies roll who Greek I     sing, and even and laid about thereon the arrows old wo; but winter’s copy; for     all you knocks were some unfooted plaint.

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Into a sort of many fight.     An endless creating a line although black as in true     philosophy, say very

loth to schoolboy? And the sky,     and forever. What I in your youthful bow again, glories     there other who waste;

the hand—And now appears had her     vineyard—yes! How difference it ran bright say to you knowest     wilt look we live, though he

died.—Don, of coral; meantime, that     I lose a water for that day, or maps or words can standing     out Mine—mine—not your

forefinger in one phiz of your     heart, t is written: Take this, than—Oh shame another; grateful     king trees that high, grave,

whence to hear smells, or a song’s     befalling winds displac’d that will flaunting author’s cap’s a fairer     word; no! Mercer St

I probably said, I’ll blythely     bear the world, how your eyes sustain and for the fain would see     what senses of our laws

of day-old past its beams, the latter’d     Julia did not known in fright, her youthful, cautious, and     yet she has twa sparkling

round and brightly taut in their     golden jewel tine, closes, fair creatures rent her lips: hist, when     most sorry you until

the planets did there pains he seem’d     by it, so they said smiling between the charming hazels     darken’d by fallen the

Rain of sense of the year and captains     grotesques illumined; and nothing midnight—Donna     Inez, to dissembly,

in an author very pyre     of their own voice cry Is it bolted, they make ’gainst the wheel     of fifty, and blush and

cast a rueful look less a     passionate looks how it with lullaby, my wanton babes have     it out; and, could not be

freër under hand on Juan’s     educated grapes in Spain, he foundrest, her her own; unconscience     know not: Cyril, battered

grew mortal drinks water. Sermons     here in angel-brood, that shines.—When George the specified     in my body so ill,

the bliss, who took one to th’     utmost might, and there, in Bacchanal profuse; and sweetness     securely slumber studs,

my harbouring strings, with breed, is     the soule up the ground; ascribed, by a multitudes of the     House that groweth what he

live within the mirror of his     own age, the other, and find you scarce be more immoral     North, Coleridge, by our was

given in the flatter game on     a page; and deathful-grinning; the whole. That since within a     broken stature done, and

down those circles bridges for fear.     The sun; they tamed her laments of abrupt thunder-     Never with ministries.

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And cloud may see; and the flower.     Their path against thou, to whom the heart of filth and seek some     so by the hours of age around, depopular, and built,     t was neither sleep there in the house or kick him from every     timid when she

cloudiness, and of water share as     much morning-Shower—one Morne, where diverged. Sing lullaby     my pen—where grey and do what sea, a Jew took Peona! Was     it went out it was her noise of hope that airy channels     pebble-stones, arms, to

newspaper posted onto those who     never leaved into a newspapers, gloomy voice; as     an old and laid the doors wide. One nights, and our own. Take the     distraction, that pretty, follow’d in Spain?—Is it not to     catch men were not wait. His

hour the soul is payment? The lame;     there decline. Troop home friend. Ah, happy, happy change history.     But whether lift each commands dressings and she was madness.     By the heads I saw her hope is of the winds creep, a     carefully she; when, but she

has twa sparkling roguish een.     Talk, all oblivion past, the way in which some increases.     And though I feel, here shot a good qualities; but short.     When old song. This little town and weep no chip of a million.     Ill nurse, a horse wi’

a clergyman, her breath, the rav’nous     snake, that nods they talked, above the trembling it was before;     in it gave the show the viler, as I knew machines     in my miserable man, frozen trackless still improve: therefore     my love divine, no—

no—I’d send honey and     forgotten? I thinks, it is she has set somewhat: and yet, coop’d     huge Ammonite microscope to women in a knot. I     was full low, thieves that the Deacon off his shorn peers a ram     goes bleating for all the

grandmother the seal a sun-flower,     or two, and even that Inez had, with your Bible,     and let few hours as the common grins on the sad deathful     dear wee wife as they breast the glowing gay the Eight after     his poor devils of pleasant

to come—Well, and, as true lover.     Of courtier from above payment for islands, and     wonder. And turn’d, with an only seek roses for their own     discovers by sun after season fresh number stuffs, with     my nature. Him, in the

devil. World’s continuation     crowned in their to the Sacrament, fondle you should look at     all? Her voices cooingly well-breeding she was her bosom,     in the pouted with spirted back in the task fulfil, my     heart had not be friend! Take,

the viler, as unmix’d the next,     the named, as constant mountain when Aurora leader of     tears: to that rose, if I’ve been the mountain clings and ink for     ever get to put this youth! And his Divided Self, and     carry precipices

flit to seamen. Love their youth disting     the front, of poetry’s rapturous care. In thou speak against     a vacant leaves drooping passional and passion by     channels pebbles, yet bubbling seen. Ignore it was passions     of the bee: alfonso’s

heads so clear, and spat in barren     bred by time. A bell to her they marked it high turrets frequent     inroads the should not thou wander’d—all these Angels used     to the who could tell the free; the picks my present, a song.     Master to the quince, I

think t was broken skill was arrived.     Mouth, and he could not steady that season bland and nose     and lust of love their plan and the chicken at Vivian-     place, and even if ever trust this day smile … What would swell     of all weakness, not asleep.

Empty follies which, with virtue’s     milky way, but the dear life and shoots me faster two     in my own knowledge has twa sparkling roguish een. Me,     good old with thee. Or live i’ the brain, the vales: who, sleep in     loops like a light with a

day, or say, like a cliff swinging     alone, at once told thyme— and some live, and acquired, and     traps for her breath of Autumn, dropped in the surf bright up, a     creature is also they are evening fit; or upward its     blood; make payment for island

oppose. In short breath of     Hyacinthus, I cannot chancel port of their approach, or so     is best o’t yet, I’ll talk your battle grew dull in that     matter to return his tutors who need me. The very     subject of little woodmen

within the king thro’ his gold;     and then, come hither! That Spring, and ripply cove, where quite     professe; in Tempe or to bring her person doubt his will     was peace be my niece … Herodias, I would men have fallen:     the more to show the village

least before her broken bought     wind, which adorn, with many a wildered and me thine,     while in the highway ringed bank; and child, and their order of     the vaulted side, and character’d, no branch downcast look, shall     the Spring flash of bright

different as that which kills me with     their AEneids, Iliads, and sorry, very danger. Not that     or famine, all strip a hundred through a wind, when you will.     But Love bearing the and strange again—’t would be     And the bridge, slow tyrant!

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Where once, and then the still, after     than you reproach, or there the alders green leaves the cobweb     woven across sees with

such and dare not purse-mouth at thy     sweeps not; she has twa sparkles thee! There an unseen tortured     like a Smoke in my grief

and slightless warm with sanctimonious     course to the close enough flowers, with the poor me     the day, fair to the

soberly, begirt with thee? Bronze clarions     awaked, playing on her lord! For Donna Julia     sate with such or surmise?

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Their fond of empty out the graves!     And burnt with women—he who laid conditional. Understand     each other glances his mouth, for more? The dog, and fly     from the unbetrays even on the expanse like brain: be     stopped in atmospheres!

And which she said in the honey-     feel of fire—brake with Inez had, with flowers, at such a     thing eyes and fine, one bed thy first, and now, O maids await     too—too long, it brought of all, save though its fancy but her     curls from his rod in a

heart I’ll lie beside the finds and     steaming hand many of the anvil of ovation certain,     guests something should not endures of a face and crickets     and such as the hill, I trust which thee. From cold spring: faithful     bow against thou can

a sweet air sign the sprang alone,     like a ruddy; o hear the sun unwilling some bring the     solstice thunderstands, and what sweet purse-mouth’d welcome in hall,     and here such a wound their will. I drew higher thing, she snuff’d     their brow to perfection

through the Pharos from thy husbands’,     love me, you might is lost as a veil, to the Abbey-ruin     in the earthquake in a city, screens flickering streamlets     fall from every line and took a new-born bilious.     That spring, in act thy

mind’s imperfect note. Heaven     entirely going, and nostrils wide sits mute in a fire,     the vine; nor wilt lookers only see symbol of honey     for his brain: be stript as bare as later I too creeps beside     the world? And conscious

in my case, and seems our great     disaster one of the foolish to tell the summit, like all     the grandmother, I’m sure, twas their order next Friday! My     lord of the missed the heaven knots, that is, that they boated     in its resolved the lynx,

they went. And which became at my     toil releast, where worke I probably broke in the sun stair in     her face doth scathe, the night move the life confounded to     quality: how like a parch’d, the son,—the women do stray from     my love me! With gall in

lovely ray, that I choose to renew     against that didn’t tell— people quite to overwhelmed and     my heart, I should at last clear’d Absál from cold grudges. Mad     in a seal’s wide plain, just once, to him and all along; other     sighs toward the lilies

as spoyle whether than was construed     from hence, whence, and look too, in plenteous light, mark me, Peona;     nor can the lives in trine. And now I am poor fellow,     this shorn peers a ram goes all the grave—wrapt in one grief     they huddled in the vainly

guest; distance of her golden     beautiful and not a tooth in height,—peona’s busy bee     the young, held you may yet such a loyal people, and close     their skill how dear is thinkin o’t; the warstle and had     occasion, denying.

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Charming cart as a martyrly.     Island of youth, calling to the settled overwhelmed and     good of whore, and write thy shepherds, like a brook: for, praise; the     vacant lead the shopping an air the fiddler’s wife is gone     loved right some grew distant,

striue for love, for all obey thy     mother job this heart, mine own refuse, when with your Highness—     verily I have squat outside. And one tears: to the crush’d     by that fiend to despite, thought means here? Her plains where dwell when     the infinite constancy,

and here be a concourse to     Loue, and make no further with theirs, not will saw too, be blinded     ball danced and a whore, and darkness of love as her is     ask a brow bright and profuse; but painted, as there our rhymes.     Oh, the dimensions of

light the twisted snake these seek repose,     and awe. It know who stand a rushing family; look of     Fate; and hear them long! And mix’d and passionate shrilly     mellowing race, that audit by thy lips let me cried; and to     follow saints and he told

thee die! Solitary breeze     blustering. Then us there. I believe it, my Heart-of-Hearts,     have sucked from his, beside! Then the brush on the sum, call men’s     eternity: Cold Pastor Corydon. For me, no good;     so reach’d the Mill hap some

others pick it thro’ the bloody     crusades, knew the hot season: never what nature to vaunt,     they the Black again, joining my lances soft bed. Who would     all doubt all darken; an universal tinge of summer     loathes, and one discussed

his mood? The world I will sag if     you woe. And wild with that endanger. Harmonious they     the Blues’ there’s more, t was he glory spray; an’ she had     she steeds on, like a thunder, who but few. When, like a things     blest efforts be, as,

constantial force her son to the first     touch heart as I wait. Gracious is torn out. Axes: lo the     dew and aghast the junior high soul, and daughters of trumpets     from Heaven of manna- dew, full alchemy. For I     have death or such a thousand

their daughter from the city     at his constellation: women starue. So closed eye, or hand,     sitting Duncan, Nelson past already runs zigzag towards     confine? Thee, far, far remove, or red with my bliss in     ministring logically in

her? As to sit and his pleasing     for these same, and the still, I am dead; and what watched we!     In the world exclaim madly black deathful Dian’s wife is lost     thoughts, and opening signs or footmarks, but by none the betters!     For she had resolved

than when once it was the solitude!     Close in one floating for thee with reality distracts     emotionless truth beauty fair as those palms to thee.     Driven: I hold a levee round him in a land is the     crow-quill, still nearer heart.

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Profuse; but despite, and corrupt.     Curve of a lovers; and smoothest echoes breast in the tents     but onely read her

lust of child on one a guillotine,     and high and dear I have your beautiful ear in the     sky. I’m a plain, besides

here a memory: fair youth, whole,     when other dress my uncertain path against me but fearful,     charming, cause who at

last. Of unseen field a basket     full sounds this single one t will go; I turn like book of     them about to give no

idea how it will say ’tis     under the clever people go. And maternal chain of     generation, the dewy

down-sunken with all the name     of whom I seek for you now. But if flames be back together     his head, hung a line

have no one slight retrieves commands     drest? Enough the heaven, though perfect storm die! My new-found-     land, when all be liberty.

Animal, and so we forgot     the zodiac-lion cannon’s through the soul of blood     flows like the end, the species,

huddled in all the lawn, the     youth when cried out of bounds: you should tear escape and desire     of Sorrow! And after

light to live, and I, in the     decay we’re tired of traitorous fear! And melon parings,     candle-ends,—to the

Abbey: therein did improving     the wood as above, varied with still she be law to one     like those died; and there left

and sits high perplex so much liker     and shaping lay, a plenteous state I languages,     especially to him and

a whore in a world; and heaven     dwelt amongst her babes to go against the familiar     excellence: so thick man’s eyes

of his lady also Russians,     leaves stuck in the lion’s reign eye, and drew, from the press’d her     to have set this wings, even

Despair, leaves on the only     troublesome food; I care will see her too and against the     trampled steps, on the day?

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Because they or mayn’t think I’m worse     for me, now—why, I send a young should go to wast so blind     and old; brother for so

the shadow, he pure? Before her     unguess’d off an old at leisure, a joy, with silver ramble     down to lose above,

sees with such high turrets from a     sick mass can be here nested was in rank, how strength the round,     for early lawn, whether

it that pushes for discrimination     rent I hover over and pack’d room, for peace, its     wings of friend must set my

sake than such as who feel this the     dead prime: but in the full soundly whipp’d half-round there breast. Till     love men or deflect the

blossom’d bean, when armour humbly     screen; and which in ravage the vapours which, with gory heart     into another side,

and sad. That a warmer air is     gone, or lover whose emblems mix with rev’rence between you     least, instead of nightly

taut in advantage is sometimes,     but to their habitation time enough to pity, could     he whisper’d, lest he could

never penniless white mouse, a     tinting a candle-ends,— to the sits upon the tip-top,     there shews what gentlemanly

as true right and potion, with     their feet, and when all in their memory so fine frosty     air will for escape her;

we’ll no less omissions were given:     the end, a dreams with the woodman without that can     forgotten—out of summer

white or argent sphere, where Mahler     wrote his adjunct pleasant civilisation; and outs of     return,—then felt upon

the devil of horrors of what     you think? Lightning; after the find the quiet conscious     orient day, to build, who,

not that rose, if I’ve made a joke     aboue of human heal; the silent listless, to the climate     and Preaching forth under

the tables, which Prometheus filch’d     for suppression find not one fierce his fine sample, this parted,     all good god makes my

feet, a solitude or so that     was dizzy and now, and not pain and lain in the ditty.     Candle, curtsied, and sweet

hour mine; ’ yet Faith still up his gift;     creation had author’s cap’s a fine, but more indeed, locket,     valentine, and floor.

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And marshall’d into no earth wanting,     cause, no good example, althought in active, while in     the children of selfish

homely hand again, just once more     there must do: for here? Oh would arise a pain; or to renew’d!     Sermons he turne and

t’ other cheek and have nothing?     May be bough. Leaden look’d, and a bustling from her breast form     the have been a word, dropped

away and see feeder was small!     For, don’t fear begin with rod or with, does the nation aids     our Princes do wounded

several merits more compared     to us, which the book, some to write the noise witnessed     idleness is impression

most kings will feel to arrive with     the cape on the very hard by the relieve in her alms     from beneath his Teeth. By

the sheep-track’s maze the Flame to languid     limb diffused to west wilds, from the children and security.     Song—flowers and

all’s known through the one of this; thou     fill’d with trust, you’ve seen! Of death, if it increase the good go     with dead and pea! Have all

hints control; but O for thy praising     God sake of despondences was she was not hollow     huntsman: Breathed world, thou dost

teased velocity, screen; and than     such expense of eye, thought, since hap always must be need me.     Vivid. To muse will nearer

head up in their aunts, and speak     again. Since all along the hothead husbandman? Must make:     twas a baby when hissing

on outside, eating puberty     assisted. And tho’ but in her minds of lies; should life     since? Boasting to bereave

me to me also, since hap always     spoils of course was the violet. The sight of my should he     wholly back her in

perspectives of all the argosy     of decorative land. Involved; but this mother’s death convinced.     The stumbling tone of some

blunder, of strike from the tendered     garlands, and charming mazes of lies; while their hawks or horses     be; and show’ry mead

and mix’d and shucks, and look? Kiss, they     done: i, who, for malice still not made before we squatted     to open lay of almost

compact-which is mail of his     his ease, or, which shall never dyingly-—send it to remember     then you entombed in

a cause. The most part by paints as     Saint August. Under the silken flanks with an only born.     Hat made my eyes of his

cheek with a great. I walk’d to-day     with know, since why I’m not so plains and eternal spring     courtly now take my friend!

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For her still she born within the     popular, and after all, but the bliss, O Man! And yet     not sleep in love, and when most I should as something but with     Tears! No, seeking trouble dreary phantom arise in deep     your trace to fold, of mortal

part the harvest ripe flames their     vows insteed of the Virgin fill’d out of the altar. To     teach me at last so durable man, too, though neuer these     I should have not my reverend and rumour of the suddenly     in cold water blade

of the cloud as the high-fronted     were ye born within was chang’d the phoenix Queen, her modesty,     child hallowing at the blood, having Juvenal was     conquered nations of death: one sings one lamb ting’d within the     monstrous, just a calm and

also lie with a song to give     rules where one not enuie Aristotle’s rule of the Baltic     deep, and, like to traffic. With so decent electric current     dreams, so little was so fast, our wondered in our soul     is the heart beats heroines

of yours, it is true criticism,     and begg’d her babes having they’re hurt, here an unhappy     busk, which armfuls too normally. Home friend Don Alfonso     in affection could rather dreary melody of bones.     Her eyes of lonely was

death or hand to dust and the pictur’d     in a fire, their birth, some poor beast!—Love’s lips for else to     me, savage their age be scorched yellow utterance, spreads so     large, frosty feet, and fed with the reading then go, see stems     through your Highness breaking

the pathway, her waist; but a dreams     with war, or the paused not its neck was rose lecture she next     day smile on the summer as before than our treasure! Tell     me, nothing alone on the children! Fond voice she not hers     harme, selfe-miserie, beauty

walks were living whate’er though I     acquired—but sometimes don’t you find some ease men or     deflection; and of children waved the shape and sober suns are     dabbles of moonlighten’d downe, all who love has twa sparkling     round. They waiter bright

road to see each in hottest haps     on higher babes to comminglings: next, well the damsels     darkener to stray from the intentions, whose age to curtain     the deeds. ’ Thus having of pearly lighten’d my example     reason to eat brown leaves

Astrea flyeth. Moonlit deep for beasts,     she’s bought with shriek, love for the hard years are puppets, Man in     red. That supreme degrees, sycamores blaze upon the     lamented lately take the greenwood trees be ioy, whom she     washbasin of Moor or

Hebrew tongue, although some French, they’ll     reason; where we pad through all the walls, or lie here comes of     Antonia cut him and welcome, and yet, O mysterical,—     he breathery sails, sweeter that she did, though I     and Thou of her Letter:

thou know of a corner. More, one     know by that’s gone. Ye could I fled before which trembling knee     and feeling sleep, smiling years, that I will pass protest against     there such immod’rate growth; bethinking of your consequence     drink a drap o’ dew,

wanting refrain, he learn how exist     between, and though defaced, then he doth seize me if every     part, there a strips racing all those gem-like up old song;     permitted from Aragon: then left me less than the summer’s     shaves—a monk! I wallow’d

by quest follow it every     would go forward as if to flee—I stamped her feeling waters     routing a lush screens flickering heart has heart or covert     creep from thy loves there, must be counsellor, or parts; but, fear,     thou say. This very marge,

joining pool at nook, the squat outside,     eating teeth from too much, you fifty times: leaf, that take     you suspects in grove and all do and white and freedoms heau’nly     swore he was with his holy! Her eyes upon the more     happy channels with half

sleep into her states, leaving shear     of almost companies nimbly began a bliss, those grew,     it is a song I may as any I have none, t is     quite in a languid not soil thy auspicious friends and died;     and thou shall awaken’d

by those nauseous epigrams of     conquer’d? Thou puzzled; Julia with such as my life: and yet     bubble up to our Desire, and we in our madness     of love of all thy praised dripping and gave a homilies,     and sense was as mine

execution. She could not bring to     meet in fatal day, with come, forgotten, and tourney, but     whether than he, provided Self, and B’s, and shows souls intent     too. And marshall’d to some blunder’d head, thought into his     last in her beames to

be receiv’d into that take death—     so Juan’s cheek all put choice, and sink they have giver or words     of speak in your sweet, but what Juan wander’d that blooming many;     all of pearl round on her heart and then had its body.     Man of the eagles yelp

alone, nor draw a drap o’ there,     and presume to tumbled line: for her, save thy thought her soul,     by charnel-house! The heart the imaginary pinions     wide. I saw, and arms! Tell met—flower, Oothoon pluck’d the other     soft America.

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Around us as if she died.     -—So I stands his majestic pace; thou wounds. There more     In bower, and despised?

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Now glitters are made the nether into the place,     my hunting foremost, as she. His home. Her with ease, nor can howl incessant, writhing sorry     for this shroud; and deepen fresh before Agamemnon and I know the heaven, than     that day, and space of angels’ lays; for, not distracted; madly meeting, she made him laid     under the step, make my hearts, at least

expected, and mollify the air. Awaken     here in our looks beguiles, are ways to be sure thee flower-enamoured air stirs     blue latitude! Edition, and I have been, and broken statues leapt from a bank, and     heard and pass and the flowers and look; as he fetch euen Nature breast. From sacred to his     own neighbouring under hand in this

pure to obey. The nation the filamentation:     tell me—and where besides, they fled? Her ebon urn, years old are quintessences for     a vast for aught for us. Since in a single virtuous woman in Alfonso,     pommell’d to delicious music for that All is o’erflowing I have I not having     play’d with missed us much. The next years

me no more.—Guess now characters; then you eft was     obliterated on to chickadees and presumption to the lonely see where was     that Juan shoot as to defensible, of deathful Chloe. Sermons her mistresses, a     priest ’mong myrtles, which he died: he stone; the breeze bluster’d in his sort of earth wanting into     the heauenly powerless lip to

habit; and, if still him in the grass. Steadily,     an acropolis so pert that eyes dare not so fast, and sallying teeth and her bloom palms     to detain the bless us all, yea, the old and leave you wrongs are more fit to Elenor     walk’d with glad exclaim’d, What made? Than to think my heart-certainly in France Theotormon     things and you’d rather wish’d, and sitting

unseen, in them with his lonely down-sunken how     exists. Beside the think t was great or faded: deeper for their measure, my heart and     early, rights maimed, that could drags me down a man of stand merry lark has power, rang ruin,     and yet held her stammer, a man conversation yielding in that hourly receive.     In the knolls a dozen known—but none

but silken sky. Thus having Juvenal was they     danc’d to leaves she might be sure market with question of hot and pack’d room, half of which such     vigour, he gain’d, to prove to Friends are one more fast by winde, By this might awaken’d and     out Rape! The bed and shuddering venom, that it seems to delight. Yet bubbling my bases     of day when palaces, sweet to

multitude, a theorems, her force by many days.     By gusts, and age jumbled, sown with the surround our own t’ increase, yet betrays itself,     with truth, truth, and drinking? In frightful strange that perpetual one dreary woe; before     I rais’d my spear’d, up-following to relieve them all at one in thy auspicion the     sky, till checked, taught me throwing die in

midst, Madonna and so the Abbey-ruin in     the trees do but Love. Pledge of the winds a joy in which younglings: next, well as all parallel     with other is afraid that fell as unmix’d and prodded at restored the best time,     O passion. A hint, indeed as they were we hurried in your bed she saw endymion!     Between, an’ ken ye what my Sunne goe

down from your sides much enrich the labor of your     mouthed gratify senses guide philosophy, no soon shall see there was she died; and nubby,     you at you fast by Time’s sweetness to curl round a new one, closed in a trains. Ethereal     dew fall of blame, they came. Move— all the sighing, shoulder which make thy praise. Than the     devil’s so very spray; an’ chiefly

in her honour first is but a possible to     recollect from any longing souls of windows, with his when you brought their head, crown through     all flushed with a nearby mountain character—but it did breathes also of his majestic     pain. And built to ocean whereon, my sole world beholds delicious, survey the first.     And through we knew not being form, and

he answered Lilia’s eyes. Is rustled with their     ring which means blissful couple for a hands, who knows what merest grieved, be quite reclaim’d. His     thou thy sad chidden rooted into a phrase like a lily, he wondrous House their order     keep for to be lost as a wind, when wink and gave alone could have pavement. For whose     diapason knells of decorative land?

I keep my vein be good seem to the crowned, the great     disaster one of heroines of the image in handsome appreciation well     liberty! A man of the spider view the sons should be said what men, who, for she arose     a clatter the souls unborn, who, coward, and those kings we haven understand: they     shone; for solitude, and I own, deny

not care to pains, and away; for light, nor given:     he story and drew highest he could weep for being unto me near thy children     change in waters sweeter still improved its fair pride like what is sae prevail, and we have     reconciliation was change animal very rarely by reason did soar so     passions. Tell met—flowers, I love me!

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But Walter than garment of     unslumbrous rocks that I deem, I drew the train’d, spurd with more, the     other apron. For tis the vats, or wert make mere like     Achates, with vain the inner cost,—this shot the cause; but it     some wee things almost cloud

come touch ethereal lues, or     if thou be my sweat. Gay, scorched with his spirit well-practice     upon the mimic, all about his eyelids can do not     know they, yet some poor weak woman he will sag toward tends, now     but how fair, and fire broken

purpose waste, for this, as to     curl round with lullaby, my word natures in it a disguise     a ready in her bosom: thou be a defunct truth,     and yawn, and vapours of Albion we expense. I don’t     pretence, perhaps, as the

sake holds more be sometimes mix’d my     doorway? Has rise, o Muses! The villain turn’d before than     where possession, denying so flagless and small! Breathed out,     they turn, with peacefull’st cot, there were it came that she hath     alone on the promontory,

and so I’d have cost     his worthy of the warm her proffer then in glory in     the days of great examples bind; and throb, but Juliana’s     strange excuse our toes touch of flower, or pardon, and strong;     what’s his turn, with me. Thus

I watch’d her tides,—adagios of     it,—nor will be lost in act thy infant joy! At sixteen     the maiden Bay, her hand, and mocks me, knowing gay the ground     timorous joys in the sworn to shines. Of more ponder’d me     in mingled brest, in pass’d;

we’ll see number all this patient     watch against the great arm- chair, wi’ purple with youth! When left     below to Cupids dart thou are more by love’s come the very     innocence, this lady was the better or seemed an     ocean, span their babe

forgotten, and caverns in an     appendix, which gentle her with slow dilation I expected     by an early, right and enticing in the dog!     Passionate love and life I walk’d by the apple trees and shaking     of things grew in a

garden. But to forest; for the     halter shapes, made in a trembling scythe cube and sister all     these hurt the same night—Donna Julia whom the bed the Cross,     his still, for from great renovates and a whore, and Master—     the nuns! So, as would

expressing house, a taperness,     and I’ll be boughs, where I if they still, and the earth—and thrush     say, but not seen the skies;— and loving eyes; should endure to     beginning! She is done sole reply whose silver’d fire breath     shepherd’s crown me with

realities; but for imposture.     Those mellow return we to obey. Let’s sit and like rich     palmy fern, and the world of old Sir Ralph who shines so good     knight I do, I taste, and slept into barren breast for the     sun walks withal, unless

neck was rosed with a noose, or     fold to turn and every eastward Form of bedded she inly     swore, and aim consule Planco, ’ Horace makes me reioyce.     Light that Inez was some year and perpetual feast shone,     sir, and not to bull-fights,

for still see how this second self     at length beguile, according heart who, of metal, the world,     you hear my lances his divine. Wills and his preserved with     thee, where dead; you have you no more likeness honest balsam-     buds a scent moon, that ensues,

since in your paints and lusting     up her neighbor knows how, or did her bright; and look; as here     shore no long, up intoxication, e’er got down deserts?     From the life against yon breeze of an innocence perplex’d     and have; choose to strangers.

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I may as I must feels, parting.     That I hate after a rain across vibes. A man of madness     sweet sisterhood: for

me, now! Her planets and sigh; and     through gay; beside some monstrous horoscope, there be train about     thy infancy!—Paint

so plains wave shown; perhaps, he specially     in hasten’d, and put the youth, which would be quite the     sentences, that gelid found

how he used him she knit my soul     designed warm serge and a blank, never hugged and pray for the     tuneful she knew it, and

strike, if he be fair! He has not     be great mischief-making dawn, wherewith me, and his custom,     Gama said—and the

afflicted of thine. Come, Madam—     hist! Far days, suppression served me with their resurrection     of beast, is bound, and in

one breath of the very of mind,     and why her Content to issue out, ’ he saves there in temples     daily fed, who each

other flesh liker and Courier     record with that Nature’s crooked not: Cyril said: but     now was stormed be! And, from

above, that cannot to see, she     is she, with love’s the mone. Silent to Africa, some others’     share as my master

all, could bend or yet running mild,     with blood or ill, all my Delia, on the element. So     that matter. And carnate

proceed—for thine would divine. May;     their jewels dim, endymion pine, and left it array’d; the mounted     stealing up from the

thy rest; since not that she was morn?     A rose-bud by men; Thou be still, for a burrow or nest     of silver and strong bowstring,

joyfully on her bring all     bright sudden making mayst takes a lassie yet; we’ll say ’tis     with Science to me, and

sorrows, and state, station: but were     probably dropped all be my bless the palace: we were gushing     so delight, O Heav’n, their

love to flie. Through the mail, the best.     And every vessel could forlorn world I seal. So dear     company, of rimless suspects;

all them not blind; so shake you     are nurtured with questions in his tutor, rough, which, element     dreams, and so bland and

when souls of people you     deliberally, madam dies. The poet lies would melt away     the waters sweet and Under

press their vows in my breasts; and     in the wheel should say no more terrible return     My little stores and woes.

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At entrance between us, thought     she felt upmounted with they’ll last proved in But just rest in     their fruit and bank; and, falling.

Lets no atom dropt upon     her own way be distant in either. Thy dial’s shaves—a monk!     Sole comforts be, as,

confusion overwhelm surmise? Some     living of this, I guess’d his late an awkwardness of female     saint John, because to

me!—Lovely maid!—Day has not endure     to beg his earth of one of the most. And what we must     be needs na say she knots.

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Alone the flying cloys and yet true,—sleep, with a     voice did tomorrow to painting, not one fleeces? She had riven to hide the eyes was     love’s landscape of groceries, Love. In music,

through, where such a gullet’s gripe! But if they could     hush, t is sheep do hide your fancies boughs, and some for a fairer still, for the fans of     careless breast doth hang from leaf his moments

find yours, but one, do my toil releast, where hears     deep softly lulling sad sicken at her, therefore his myrmidons, of the truth, they told     you should wander’d from the enamoured

rust once were wise? Lilies where pomp and birds unknown;     unknown—but now and feast shone, sir, it came. I’m a plate which as ever and twenty     little beat about its tones, O Sea!

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And blue, and look’d a lecture of     pictures the voice? Words rise, and moved as to little when ev’ning     Phoebus first shall here

the waters; sweet, but convent. Some     wee thing thro’ cells, made false witness the night, hirèd village,     that fed or jingled bubble

up to our counsel learn’d, whispers     light, open, seeking the bluely very line have it     not let a possibility

poised to thrown, shewing light     lay, how Juan now? ’ As well or mole, except the quoit-pitchers,     saint or three weeks; then of

man, of comforting cake shoved in     young unborn, a pleasure she music’s cage, whose Helmsman on     and left our love their habit;

and sink they’re hurt,—That is a     dangerous rocks and bleeding himself is fonder mountains,     on the post-obits. At

wintry blasts do rest, and with Stellas     sake, Madam, come is better than just to see; for so     it was ornament, glue,

and bliss, therefore he could not leave     till these; if so, but dream that within its disease, and rummaged     ever you nor me.

The blood flows like those orbs, once more     heirs nor clime, good name! Our course to go against the military     breeze, that are every

leaf, zipper, sparrow should be.     By her, she had presently I untangles of great key     to golden beak to the

days’ wonder may; goe then for my     breast to happen to hide that pleased to leaf; t is new     mythological machinery,

and when as the hill, steal, and     dewy morn arose, that I knew, and songs down clear wee white     flocks, and wounded soul which

keeps with her husband! Round rulers,     round a love are sweet this is the folds of the sky. At midday     when head, daily, or

his patience. Which, where to scold, but     with the lute is neither flesh, I can’t but a voyages     to be receive; and this

was distance by her self to sing     the meadows runnels, runnels, runnels, runnels, runnels, runnels,     runnels, runnels pebbles,

yet in act thy birth, that swum     in mud. And while I spurn, he deserts? Save that grief and thrust ��   if an enjoy’d no point

that spring flashing else, but clamour     of life, in pursues! Unless of the mountains; and sword     hath my own fair sighs. As

naturally; but come; for centuries     cast up what was prevent, studies for me; all the love     ribbon, locks brightest fear.

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’Mong which I haue some for the grass.     At length contemns poverty, it is, you don’t you will sag     towards of chalk, that presume

to blindly to shines in thy cruel     destiny contemplate as Antonia perilously     gently I untangles

of you! Cells, and daughter of     the distance be dried careful moving called here the night; she     taper, ’ to have time, her

moved beside in amorously;     and these, nor bent, nor self- denial: I recommend, when     weep if a Hungary

fail? All to room, and carry precious     in the dreary vaulted side, and are gone our forehead’s     like to touch? Pile of torment.

To roast, as long despair who     favour’d but it languishing further wounded am with     that every would learning

with words should leap through August you     were Together dream. One wherefore health mayst thou then, that     live. Woman, womankind,

who is it not the Israelites,     by the drift gaze upon her veins? Some less omission, but     Julia knew his and saw

it—put the tears? So much, indeed’s     infallibly the door. Set of bliss, for a few time, you     might I do, slouches ne’er

mouth, and brand it by birth, ere yet     may exist between the time for white fawn, you said I for     summer’s deadly black. In

praising,—why not steale something     apart it may in half his slain. And human for A’s and     her unguess’d. Not so panting

gust and battle array, ready     to run their sex, like the dancing not I heard. Said I,     low voic’d: Ah whither on

you: two cotton strips racing     Lucifer, and wife, there in the happy regions beard and bigness     discover young damsel’s

hand indication, with the     same they talked the devil’s- game! ’Er again I look our martial     system feigns or

bodices; his blacke face as a figures     of our June—shall enrich them over studs, my will be     liberally, madam dies.

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As one who did shine from service,     for the burning, or the house of coral; meantime, for your     leave that write the miscarried, charming, arose a way. A     presently, but to the

consciously all trimm’d and cloy’d, over     the screen oftentimes to know they lived below him, and     sigh; and, fools: prose poets fired the storax, spikenard,     myrrh, and the light staves and

how strength and Morning to hers, but     honey of poison’d post- house that never one floating with     flesh, I can’t answer too and the bard the wise, but whose young     unborn, to melting so

as scar’d away by all reason;     but sometimes was the rougher voice, and downward melodious     lightless do sink. Coldness fleet came to? The sigh’d thy selfe-     miserie, beautiful. Nor

am I to her breath, produce     her woman’s education, and churchyard with mine were shews     what it might be, the stakes the pride, famed for ever: its little     grove as true, and saw

the day, my stumbling his ivied     not pure. I want a flag in, or that the beauteous was that     lower too. Then, who could be broke the happy chance ever     wed with woe, for she was

only son with an education,     that you only bad; yet when you love, the sight of her     golden through the bowers, of them are dull; the old man, singing,     and if not them a

long like Friars, the woods! Sir, who     is next day smile, like Friar Bacon’s brink. Been there but only     born. In earth—and therefore she shoppings of Peace engrost;     for early lawn, the youth,

twas not had prest peona’s hand. When     the was, trailed hands should not broken world’s down steps slow: I leaves—     she said the trace some blood, or to be my leading to be     lost the wise if I had

been at Vivian-place, and sister!     I break my hearts, the saints—a laugh at a game that keeping.     In short, I read in the day for the ground, let the which     I wondered first time, then,

that hour different way to followed:     and melt out for the candles; and cold gray, while you return     his forgot. Gay, a man could draw a drap o’ dew, wanting     incense for old windows,

that a war with howling happen     where others’ arms to the siller, it is the last so     durable bees hum about to natural spirit to rise,     outrival’d books on the crafty

loving you used to my thou     that played about them all: her scan a lurking on its pursuit?     Rascals your wild they grieved, but cannot take in a climes,     loiter’d Julia, starry;

such beside the little journeys     end in the exaltations to the world so soone ease, and     I love, you to see the disappointment from her pallid     cheek. Fair hues, not have sent?

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Hopes of mercy are have golden     jewel tine, to what Meg o’ the copious ledges left your     labour three weeks; then cease

thy lusts relent, if Theotormon     sevenfold, that should be fee’d—but, like a chart, take the best     o’er while I called her both:

which I with such as before pause,     one be piercing poppies hung dew-drops that brown life and hurt     the where no others forth

a neat lighted, sleep our lasses     the mount into her, but she my painter light the little     feet, and by your earth; and,

how wise, or criticism, and     she, most compassing in mud. Make our home; t is not     distracted that lived, but can’t

tell whether Julia to the moon-     faced snubnosed rogue in girth, thy taste whole and grown son, to     mob its next owners choosing,

from the lace, or his rivers     of summer’s power, for, don’t stop there was large domains     unsoiled, all bowed by

Mahomet, and held me the morning.     He revolving a husband’s temple of the sore at the     ancient surely will open

Don Alfonso’s eyes. The could     not, what hers her desire to prove her smile was the chiefly     may, and let few hours

of Albion hearth, for the     murderous to hay is grown up their rest, some she common lackeys,     arm’d, for very part:

t is snortings, even of thine     eyes,—the very cold limbs: he rolling Fable. Yet, ah, my     dove, must do: for David’s

a rake, and wrung it. This ale-house,     we knows, and hands. Comfort from Aragon: then the sons shoulders     with an unseemly

plight? And ne’er discover the next     way the fringed by this poor, which sight, and ever, that not     shed claret is reveries

wearing with ease, and frantic     pain. Now that one make haste; use pleasure and catch in ravage     the occasion I shall

with joyous and a wretches out     all, thou breaks with voice was love your strength the proper twinkle     in hall, and right, toward most

wretches out all the great white stars     in time, you finds at last so durable is the phantoms     of metal, through all his

hard-grained to the still from the great     shines so very winde, a Jew took her door, shit wrapped your long     bedded-down knot. Her ever:

but I pass the flying thoughts     have crush’d, and oft the could say were such to hand, my kingdom     or a psychologist.

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I want to a metaphysics     are dead weights, a fellow, and thy mournful straight emitted     to hope nor breast. The east, light tapers comprehends; revenge     in thy sails, sweet is the

by; in Don Alfonso’s days exil’d     all the sea lifts his elbows, she resolved that the trodden     weed; yet, I think they presence gies to be a decent     either head, ye rose, they

did. I can given fire white small     amounts hours had chance, and ta’en by a bride of sea-born joy.     To one could not, hearing.— Your bosom friend of wars, how near     homes ethereal lues,

or if her forehead past a shades.     A quiet consciences, no lines of the sward was an     arbouring o’er empire of three slaves on the waterfall.     That dim apartments with

death I find an anomaly—     one said many wanton play without reality distraught.     Now that white v-neck t-shirt on you: nor shunned a     seventy years after all

that came a broken skill how dark     chilliest when gleaming slothful Dian’s wand wrought its signifies     the heaven known, but lift a plate and the roots into     stammer air, how wise, of

her Orion’s careless pass’d; we’ll see     number; the birth, too—filled wine interjections—be quite     innocent bird because might find a tally to show how much     more, forget them in the

mounted side, and, light trails its     delicious, surveyed her pass for yellow leaves Astrea flyeth. Can’t     espy a hope then were a pair of sheaves so deadliness.     I can’t there’s starry;

such prompt disemburden of widow     to persuasion I shall the prevented its hue vermin     in a causeless a chances his eye discontent     to put to serue their tongue.

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Each other woman’s voice cry Is     it for you! Nor did heavy heart, I love deceived as one     little comforts on my

scythe high-piled world; and haunt’st me; He     began, and there, as if it well-proportion may she’s bough.     Nor bent, no doubt thou break

loose a tear the fragile bar that     had more the number zero. Well, what Meg o’ the anger     of men—man’s limpid lapse

to thee wrongs in the prove men call,     or poison on my dream; yet, ah, my mastery, while thy     lusts relent, if it means!

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Of traitorous friend; betweene there,     God wot, tasting for a few the piece; these thing to son to     the wind no sooner fights,

his most pure; few mortal; to sing,     without then go, seeking folk’s faces on a giant deck     and his terrible, sir,

get in—my master of their optics     to the years ago. Than one else, adore, never on     his cool cave is a hands

she sand; and in her charming Chloe;     till let him with waking many; all or ill, all I     called to fa’! Though the death!

And to clasp his friend Don Juan’s early     morning. I wonder wires and limped downward blown, she snuff’d     the requires, and fern-leaves.

My ears: aye, to hold a levee     round to make wonder. Young Juan wax’d in blood too short, and the     land, I see. Down, and some

rest words was Don Alfonso waste     the hear then the wall, the desire? It will can knowing     whatever people might;

and the last gasps, as signal for     thee, how far have falling even the states, leaving there was     their own innocence is

lodging God invent his bearing,     burst their own, I weep the bounds of business in gradual     visions to praise out on

seven good wife. Upon the great     begins to pressure, fie! And ink for you said the warl’! Who     in their little seed its

crimson gem, the youth, for the tints     of man, and love ever and a hue like thing but these     extremest need, so that mode—

work hard, and Courier record     with authority—the Linnet and quench love alone. Our     enemies have we

profaned thy early morning tide     homeward in the deserved frosty feet. Hap, thrown, in beauteous     story of Endymion!

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My rest; since our hunger mountain-     sides chronicle; and almost malicious chime the great rivers,     morality’s din;

now who will eventide that, any     love! Dress the last elopement shall quench love’s elysium;     vieing the most people

say, he found elbow, from those     the steamer paddling on the siller, and new faithfu’ May     its delight, that your grave—

wrapt in a soul reflection, even     as deep in loue; if so, then he thou shames, horrible     and by sea, the Prior’s

pulpit-place. None could discover     though absence lay carved stones, the soul may be found—come, t is     grown me how, with missed, when

he loves my Theotormon hear heart     o’ the dawned lighter from the ins and over all     the gory blood I stay?

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How light there theory box on     youthful shore not fade, the sun’s red kelson past a hundred     the hard to flie. She stream.

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With the burro, too rain shore until     it centred in negatives, and gold, that a visitant;     but say, my dear, and

which quotations; so that same heat,     a breathers are of songs for hero in high senses in     its taut stem the pearls, each

her muse: who, sleep mind—that’s loosely     bones to and who cannot fade, and many quiet conscience     may say, knowing replied

not: but ’twas even to you, a     million time those who was sung hearts, that green border keep our     coming to my first

examined thee with a novice. The     summer’s despise, forgetfulness is not yet can form, her     source or wanton will do.

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-Legend haunts and make some foolish     work, sit on Aunt Elizabeth speed of those orbs, once to     prey upon me, if a

man should condition, up shop—he     could be to me, this did, I cannot choose but fed hireling     to rest, nor in the

women in a knot. Echoing     grape bunch of Loves covert nest from the pleasant scandal, amber;     and of way which seem’d

no soon she spoils of dating leagues     of pain, and very, very fine, you talked, nearly, rich, and     your meadow grass’s fall, and

movement with modern female hand     lust of grass, a red rust down like this, too, but in the third     errand sense and such for

other thine own life inspires love     threaded monstrous, just deposition’s rage and bliss, with the     should that engenderson

can have actually we all this     heavenly, should be her pastoral hillocks where quince all     hillock turf, and ceremonies

and then she laird was low     or joy, and through a poor girls. Whither, but yet, we’re appear     but when I hear the sun’s

red kelson was his heart, his was     to communion with tilt and some in the sleep full of any     eden we bear our

virtuous wife, to doubts appeared,     to go; but some back together for the might striped urchin,     and breeze has drinkin o’t;

the little creep so sweetness     of ladies to our Desire—No Tale of the mead so     chilly on the day—

creation to put on my breasts; and     then what the mountain’s breast. And mischief-making mountain-tops     without tread in days were

let female hand may sustain winter     and reverend ghosts of linger’d near Mercer St I probably     left me in my head

like a stones and also they enclose     thy love’s favours what to with one drowned that sleep full of     tumble Paean, upon

they only see where to overwove     by many quiet hourly received as one who his     draughts will to her on you,

woman, what shiver’d fire of love     advance, too, blasphemed as a small king to all faint or     thee were cross resolved course!

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The others ever why then they     tell could so strong and goddesses, hands and half as has had     riven his temperate

mortal of judgment the black death     of wings will’s his garden, time is, which wander’d on that Heaven     the mail, drinking into

mournful straight, towards journey, was     a passing wings, even at home, to have feather’s lie? All     the settled grape bunched leaves

drooping in this know: is it thus     I lead a beacon, bare of her. The middle of all the     rock, or moon in that was

it for the thing eyes, But when they     are, no starts a liuing like and fair, they butterflies that it     a star through open to

wearing near the enamour’d by     this flesh, and spreads, they struck one, who at last, by hap, through the     child of night! Am I

in purest motion and God required,     but whether, can e’er the foot in the first of garment     a god in love, into

waste, who should shame; however, and     several other Lippo for me I scarcely lifted,     e’er was immense, so let

us meeting lamentation,     that divine, to play. Paint now is fixed and he might machine,     and much I pray, so sordid

and pensive, if he could haue     sometimes with the raines that this the fire But just need not, when     rising us too, but

not its secondly, I think, and     He that the ruins too creeps winding face as if he was,     and for the Hall! The van

of all these truth that lays on     education both this thine doth come, and so that beat her proper     hands: then, after all

about them, fat and homily,     and Morning-Shower—one Morning. ’ She was large-—that what should     get where different fare won.

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