#i made a poll about this terrible idea weeks ago and this has been sitting in my drafts since then

[yekokataa]

🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥

the character everyone gets wrong

a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

worst discord server and why

which ship fans are the most annoying?

what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

worst part of canon

worst part of fanon

number of fandom-related words you've filtered

the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

worst blorboficiation

that one thing you see in fics all the time

that one thing you see in fanart all the time

you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

there should be more of this type of fic/art

it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

part of canon you found tedious or boring

part of canon you think is overhyped

your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

ship you've unwillingly come around to

topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

#i made a poll about this terrible idea weeks ago and this has been sitting in my drafts since then #have fun??? #ask game #choose violence ask game

[harryandmolly]

fear and loathing in mandeville canyon *6*

summary: Shawn & Lilly, derailed, detoured, but maybe not destroyed

warnings: language, not all fluff is fluffy (ya feel?), a chapter pic that walked into my hands and curled up and fell asleep

wc: 3.7k

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Lilly’s eyes slide shut. There’s no fighting it now, not when he’s kissing her throat like this, mouthing at her like a melting ice cream cone.

She kind of feels like one. It’s summer in Southern California, even though it’s May. They’ve started sharing Lilly’s balcony bedroom and can’t agree on whether to keep the doors open when they sleep. She still gets weird about the bird that flew in and woke them up that one time by shitting on her yoga mat. He likes the nature sounds, though. It reminds him of Pickering even more than his place in Toronto does. They’re not actually secluded out here but it feels like it sometimes, in a nice way. 

It also doesn’t help, he supposes, that every mosquito in LA county finds a way to get under their sheets and bite her, and only her, when they leave a door or window open for airflow. He tells her it’s because she’s so sweet. She swears at him.

She won the battle last night, so the doors and windows are closed. The air is stagnant. In such an old house, the central air isn’t great. They’ve kicked all their sheets off and are down to their underwear. He likes the way her skin tastes a little salty-sweaty. 

He’s not after anything other than holding her. In the few weeks since they’ve started back up again, their sex life has been borderline out of control. Shawn is chalking it up to lost time.

He likes the way she sighs and slips her fingers into his hair like she’s resigned to his attentions. He keeps his hands north of her underwear, conscious of not making her feel like she’s merely an outlet. He’s just… happy. He could count on two hands the number of nights they got to sleep in the same bed before they broke up. This is the height of luxury for him.

Shawn murmurs contentedly into the column of her neck. “Your skin’s so soft,” he whispers, skimming his nose beneath her jaw, “How do you get it like that?”

She giggles. He’s on fire, pleasantly burning.

“You saw my truckload of sheet masks. They’re not for decoration.”

Shawn pulls his head up, flipping his curls out of his eyes. He overdoes it, still used to having a lot more hair than he does now. She smooths it away for him.

“I’ve been bad lately,” he confesses, wrinkling his nose, “I ran out of the stuff Anna gave me like a month ago. And I do sheet masks a lot more when we’re touring, being on the bus and shit.”

Lilly looks crestfallen. Shawn lifts his brows in question.

“The only reason I’m in bed with you is to steal your outrageously expensive skincare.”

Her convincingly innocent expression goes impish so fast he’s glad he didn’t blink. He grunts and skims his teeth against her jaw as he laughs, swatting at her ass.

“Are you gonna share your masks or what?”

Ten minutes later, he has one of her terrycloth headbands pushing his hair back and Lilly almost sitting on his bare chest as she carefully presses the slick sheet to his face. She taught him how to make little cuts along the forehead, eyes, lips and jaw to fit it to your face best. It’s still too small for his giant head, but Lilly’s determined.

“There,” she declares, scooting back over his ribs. Shawn lifts his hands to her thighs, rubbing them softly as he watches her apply her own, expertly snipping the center of her nose flap to fold it up and out of the way of her piercing.

Shawn shuts his eyes and lulls himself further into this intoxicating calm with her.

“What’re these supposed to do?”

“Brighten, boost collagen, support cell turnover.”

Lilly flops on her back beside him. She nestles into the sheets and groans like they haven’t been lying in bed all day. She sneaks her fingers in between his. His nose twitches as he tries not to smile and fuck up his mask.

He rubs his thumb against the back of her hand.

Her whisper is quiet, strained. “Stop making me smile, you’re going to fuck up my mask.”

+

It’s Shawn’s turn to make breakfast. So, eggs.

Lilly swings her legs against the counter as she sits across from him, curating a playlist because you know when you just wake up and it’s a Beach Boys morning?

Apparently it’s a Beach Boys morning. Shawn has no arguments. Even if he did, he’s too distracted to voice them. It’s arriving today, all of it. As much of a professional recording studio as can be packaged and very carefully, very expensively delivered to their rental. Lilly’s been trying to keep him engaged since they woke up, they even braved taking their first masked walk around their neighborhood. Apart from the possibility of a rogue and well-hidden phone camera, he thinks they made it out without being spotted. As far as Shawn can tell, the internet thinks he’s in Toronto. He’s comfortable keeping it that way.

Turns out even aside from worming back into Lilly’s life, LA was a good idea. His team came up with a whole plan to keep him busy and keep him recording, but it would’ve been much harder to execute if he were a country away. He has Zoom sessions with producers lined up and instruments being tracked at other home studios, all the ones he can’t do himself, anyway. Now he just needs the equipment.

Shawn is folding spinach, mushrooms and onion into what he hopes is omelet-shaped eggs, kind of, sort of, when his phone buzzes hard against the granite.

“Ohmygodthey’rehere,” he hisses, barreling toward the front door without shutting off the burners, leaving Lilly swearing at him in his wake.

The proceeding half hour of large, larger, and largest Pelican cases being hauled into the living room is torture. It’s like if you had to watch your mum and dad bring all the presents from downstairs and stack them strategically under the Christmas tree before you got to rip them open. Once the delivery guys leave, they spend another half hour wiping down every square inch of the case surfaces with Clorox and taking stock of the equipment.

Shawn looks to Lilly, pained and squirming. She snorts.

“Go for it, champ.”

Shawn descends, Lilly close behind him. In another two hours, they spread everything out on the floor in relative chaos and exhaust themselves to the point of near panic.

Shawn scrapes his hands over his face and into his hair, grabbing at it to ground himself. “We just… I dunno, we gotta call Andrew or Teddy or somebody, we can’t do this alone, it’s too much.”

Lilly sits on her knees in front of a case full of long polls on stands that he can’t remember the name of. She makes a sour face and her high ponytail bobs against her cheek. His stupid sentimental heart swells.

“I hate it when you make me the positive one. Shawn, it’s fine. We need food, we need coffee, we need a strategy, this is fine. This is fine!” Her pitch rises noticeably at the end of her short pep talk. It’s distractingly anxious.

Shawn looks around hopelessly at the thousands of dollars of equipment strewn across the living room floor until she drags him by the wrist into the kitchen. They pass on their now sad and definitely burnt omelet and order from Eggslut, promising each other that they’ll have Sweetgreen salads for dinner.

Back on the floor, barefoot and hungry, they toss ideas back and forth between bites of brioche egg sandwiches. By the time the tater tots are gone, Shawn is off the ledge, coaxed slowly and with care (and carbs). 

The plan is, essentially, a giant blanket fort. Since the living room is at the back of the house away from the street and the pool, it’s nice and quiet, but they need absolute silence for a clean track. They scout out a cozy corner, working around the baby grand, with enough room for the mics and recording equipment, plus a couch for Lilly if she promises to be very quiet.

“Ok so if we get the C-stands up around eight and a half feet, that should clear the mics,” Lilly declares, dragging sound-deadening furni pads out of another case.

Shawn’s head falls back. “C-stand. That’s it. Shit, I couldn’t come up with it earlier.”

Lilly winks and begins sorting them by size. Shawn turns to a case of C-stands and plucks one from a folded bunch. Within 25 seconds, he’s struggling, kicking at the legs and turning dials that don’t seem to do shit.

Lilly’s little hands appear in his view as she gently handles it, demonstrating the way the legs swing out and the stand rises. 

“You’re so handy,” he praises teasingly, slipping his fingers between hers. She willingly releases the stand and slides around behind him, shrugging her arms around his stomach. He tries to peer at her over his shoulder and wonders if she can feel the way his pulse increases.

“Sorry, did you say ‘handsy?’” she murmurs, pushing her fingers beneath the elastic of his gym shorts. He holds his breath, muscles tensing everywhere. Just as soon as she’s there, suddenly she’s gone, nibbling away at his shoulder blade as he whistles an exhale through his nose. He chuckles and turns in her arms.

“Guess I gotta be the brains and the braun on this one,” Lilly says, lifting onto her toes and pecking his lips. Shawn grunts, looking to hold her a little longer, but she squirms away.

Lilly got her Beach Boys after all, on the house speakers at an almost egregious volume. They continue working, stringing up furni pad “walls” on C-stands and gathering extra throws and rugs from around the house. The problem is the fort’s ceiling.

“We can suspend them from the chandelier, as long as some of the weight still rests on the walls. But how do we get up there, can you reach? No. Wait-- no, no, is there a ladder? There has to be a ladder,” Lilly rants, turning circles beneath the chandelier until Shawn intervenes, catching at her arm.

“I’m your ladder.”

Lilly blinks, then squints. “Terrible plan.”

Shawn balks. “Great plan!”

“What, you’re gonna lift me? For minutes on end? It’s going to take a while.”

“You can sit on my shoulders. And that way I can keep you company,” he quips with a crooked grin. He likes the way his smile makes her smile.

“Shawn, no, you haven’t even been working out recently, and--”

Her realization of her own mistake takes over her face. Now that she’s made it sound like she doesn’t think he’s capable, he won’t leave it alone until she lets him prove it. She sighs.

“I can do it, Lill, you’re really not heavy. C’mon, I can always put you down. It’ll be fine!”

She cringes. “Famous last words, Mendes.”

Shawn corrals her with confidence and kisses until she’s sitting on the edge of the bar counter with her legs out as Shawn crawls beneath her and into position with her thighs on his shoulders. 

“Three… two… one…,” Shawn grunts, ignoring Lilly’s persistent “oh god, oh god” muttering under her breath. He uses his lower body to press himself to stand. Lilly squeaks a little, clenching her legs tightly against his chest. He squeezes his hands on her quads with a little laugh.

“Told you. Did you seriously think I was gonna fuckin’ drop you?”

“I didn’t think you’d mean to,” Lilly mutters. She tugs once at his curls and presses into him again, giving him a feel for just what all those tree poses were for.

“Giddy up.”

One step at a time, they waddle beneath the chandelier. Lilly hooks up the loops she ingeniously sewed onto the furni pads to heavy duty Command hooks and sticks them up to the ceiling, one by one. The final pad goes up and the world goes dark.

“Oh my god,” Lilly breathes.

Shawn exhales. “We fuckin’ did it.”

Lilly lets out a squeak and smacks at his chest. “High five me!”

“I can’t see you!”

With a final uncoordinated scramble, Shawn kneels and Lilly stumbles off his shoulders. They fall into a puddle, enclosed in the quiet darkness.

“Thank you,” Shawn whispers, reaching out to touch whatever he finds. It happens to be her belly, where her shirt has ridden up. Her abs contract. He fights a goofy smile, even in the dark.

“I knew it was important to you.”

Shawn seeks her out. He can’t help it. He wriggles around until his head replaces his hand on her stomach, and links their fingers.

“I need to ask you something.”

Shawn looks up where her face should be in the blackness. He nods.

“How… many songs are about her? I just need to prepare myself for it.”

Shawn wishes he could see her face now. He thinks her voice is steady, but he can always read her face better. Whatever it is, it’s always in those big blue eyes.

“A lot,” he says honestly, “I went on a writing spree when we first got together. It was confusing, I think, because there was so fuckin’ much going on in my head. But writing about her helped… I dunno. I think it distracted me from how I still felt about you.”

He feels her swallow, but doesn’t hear it. The panic starts to rise, pushing him to keep talking.

“I don’t know what recording these songs is gonna feel like, Lill. I’m scared there isn’t gonna be any life in them. Because I don’t feel those things anymore. That’s why I left.”

Lilly sits up. Shawn’s head slides into her lap. His pulse is in his ears. He’s sick to his stomach.

“How do I know you didn’t say the same fucking thing to her when you left me?”

There’s no anger in it, just hurt. Shawn sits up, shaking his head, even though he knows she can’t see.

“Lill, please, I’m sorry. I really am. Fuck, I know it’s… it’s shitty. I can’t pretend to get it from your side. And I really don’t want to hurt you again.”

Her huff is aggravated, but she’s not running. He clings to hope.

“Well, it’s gonna hurt, Shawn, there’s kind of no getting around that if 90% of your album is ‘I finally got the girl’ songs.”

Shawn knows very little about life in general, he recognizes that, but he knows better than to argue the percentage right now. Tentatively, he reaches for her, finding her knee.

“Tell me what you need.”

“I don’t know,” she snaps. Shawn draws his hand back and feels his chest tighten. It can’t end like this. Not after everything.

“Ok,” Shawn breathes, nodding to himself, ready to collect his shredded dignity and search on his hands and knees for the flap of furni pad they designed as the door.

Her hand stops him. She grabs at him clumsily in the dark, then finds his wrist. She can probably feel his pulse in her small fingers.

“You know I’d never, ever tell you not to record a song, right?”

There’s a desperation he barely recognizes in her voice. He nods until he remembers she can’t see him.

“Yeah, Lill.”

“Because I wouldn’t. I’d never try to take something like that away from you. I know you would sooner die before putting anything on a record that you don’t think belongs there, and it belongs there because you love it. I’d never want you to put that aside for my feelings.”

“I know,” he whispers tenderly, smoothing the pad of his thumb across the tendons of her wrist.

“Ok,” she says, creeping back toward calm, “Good. Then… do what you’re gonna do. Make the best fucking record. And we’ll figure it out.”

Shawn ducks his head. He knows ‘lucky’ doesn’t begin to cover it. But now when he writes, he works on finding a bunch of other words to help him get there.

Lilly exhales through her nose. It’s quiet for a few long seconds. Until--

“I’m so getting producer credit for all this shit, by the way.”

+

“This was a bad idea,” Lilly groans.

Shawn looks over at her. She’s shrugged into a ball in the front seat of his rented Range Rover. Her knees cover her masked face. Her eyes dart anxiously.

“Stop doing that,” he sighs, reaching over with one hand and pushing at her knees, “The windows are tinted. You’re wearing a mask. I’m wearing a mask. It’s fine, honey.”

Even with half her face covered, Lilly looks skeptical. He leaves his hand on her thigh and rubs circles with his thumb while they sail down an uncharacteristically empty Mulholland Drive.

Shawn was desperate to get out. They’ve barely left the property in six weeks, an unignorable reminder of their privilege. But while Lilly would very happily never see a human again as long as she lives, Shawn is a Leo.

“Yeah, and?” he prods after she reminds him of his astrological sign over post-workout protein smoothies.

“And that means you are not a happy camper without a spotlight. In your case both literally and metaphorically.”

He laughed and kissed her. She let him.

But the drive was a tough sell. Even though he promised they wouldn’t get out anywhere, even in a socially distant setting, it felt like a risk to Lilly. It took the reassurance of the windows and the masks to even get her in the car.

Now that they’re here, Shawn feels something heavy in his chest dissolving that he didn’t realize was there. He sings along to Spotify and drums on the steering wheel and points out crazy houses as they wind through various canyon neighborhoods, Lilly’s favorite.

“It took what, two days for pap photos to show up of you guys walking around her neighborhood in Miami? That was Miami, Shawn. How do you not expect paps to be stalking every tinted-out Range Rover within 5 square miles of Beverly Hills?”

Shawn’s thumb stills. He tilts his head back and forth at a stop sign, stretching his neck.

“We called them.”

Lilly looks up at him. “Hmm?”

“The paps in Miami, they were there because our teams called them.”

Lilly’s brows pull together. “But there were pictures almost everyday. For like, a week.”

“Yeah,” Shawn sighs, “I know.”

Lilly is silent and contemplative. He starts up the soothing rubbing of her skin, even if it’s more effective for him than for her.

“It’s just that if they do happen to find us, that’s it. We’re officially on the radar. Everyone will know you broke up, everyone will know we’ve been staying together. For weeks, Shawn. It sends a very clear message.”

They roll to a stop at a light somewhere near Outpost Estates. Shawn tugs his mask down below his chin.

“I’m prepared for all of that. It’s ok if you’re not, if you’d rather keep it quieter this time, I totally get it. Things are… different now. But you’re not my dirty little secret, Lills, you never have been and I will never let you feel that way.”

Lilly cedes, dropping her own mask and wetting her lips. “I don’t want to… hide. I just want you to be prepared for the fact that a lot more people are going to be mad at you for leaving her for me than were mad when you left me for her.”

The light turns green. Shawn bites his lip and presses the gas. They drive in silence for a while.

“Did I scare you?”

Shawn startles a little at the sound of her voice and cracks a little smile.

“No, baby, you didn’t. I mean, I know the deal by now. It’s just… so fucking unfair to you.”

Shawn finds a quiet little cul de sac that backs up against a wooded area. He parks and turns the music down.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Lilly pleads only half playfully, “I know fandom at least as well as you do. It’s ok.”

“But how?” Shawn insists, squinting at her, “How is it ok? The things people say to you, and you’re not even a public figure. How does it not get to you?”

Lilly smiles sadly. “It does sometimes. But I decided a long time ago that you were worth it.”

The guilt weighs heavily all over again. Leaving her feels unfathomable now, like it wasn’t a year ago that he did it, but ten years. That was a stupid kid version of him then. He knows so much better now. He hopes he does.

Shawn links their fingers and draws Lilly’s knuckles to his lips. He watches her over the top of them. She sinks happily into her seat and goes a lovely shade of pink.

“If I wrote down how many times I day I think about how fucking crazy I am about you, the world would be out of paper.”

Lilly cackles, tossing her head back. Her laugh makes him laugh.

“What?” he giggles.

“What a line!” she crows.

“That wasn’t a line, that was from my deep and lyrical heart!”

“That was the line-iest line that has ever lined. Shawn Mendes, you smooth motherfucker.”

He rolls his eyes but can’t stop grinning. “Shut up. I’m never saying anything nice to you again.”

“Mmm, you can’t help it, honey, you’re Canadian.”

He huffs an exhale through his nose and closes his eyes. Her thumb is soft and warm against the back of his hand.

“And apparently really fucking crazy about me,” she adds softly. He tilts his head and opens one eye to look at her.

“I am. Can’t remember why though.”

Lilly’s lips pucker as she considers a thought. Shawn’s legs tingle.

“Put the seats down in the back and I’ll happily remind you.”

Shawn feels his eyes go comically wide. Lilly’s lips spread into a Cheshire cat smile.

“You’re kidding. You’re not kidding?”

“I’m actually super not kidding.”

He hears her laughing as he leaps out of the car and crawls into the trunk to put the seats down. She doesn’t stop until the trunk closes behind them and his lips are on her earlobe.

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[dailydaydreamings]

Best in the Worst Way, Part 8

The Reader has been having a love affair with two Avengers and gets caught in a sticky situation. She’s suddenly faced with life decisions she’s not prepared for, including who to love, what she wants, and is this all worth it?

The very first thing you did after opening the package was to throw it into a drawer. Wrapping and all.

It would have been the sweetest gift had it come from Bucky. Coming from Steve, it made you feel a little queasy.

The rest of the morning you stated vaguely at your screen, mulling over your relationships. When Steve finally knocked on your door, you barely managed, “Come in.”

“Hey,” he greeted. You nodded in acknowledgment, folding your hands in front on you on the desk. “Did you get my gift?” He handed you your tea, clearly looking for the frame.

You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat. “Steve sit,” you motioned at a chair.

Frowning, he did as he was told.

“I did see it, the thing is Steve, it feels a little wrong to put it on my desk,” you admitted.

His reaction was immediate, complete confusion and utter bewilderment, “Why.”

You could feel a burning sensation in the back of your throat as you started, quite hoarsely, “We’re not together anymore, Steve.”

He threw his hands in the air, “And I can’t declare that I love my children.”

You pursed your lips, trying to compose yourself. “Yet, I would still have to look at it everyday. And it was clearly meant for me.”

He stood, pacing in front of you, “Is it so wrong that I still love you.”

You closed your eyes at his admission, trying to get control of yourself. You felt a tear slide down your face and you quickly brushed it away.

“You still love me too,” he crooned.

You opened your eyes, he stood in front of you, with his hands braced on the back of the chair.

“I do,” you said as another tear leaked down your cheek. “But I’m crying because I’m carrying two babies inside of me who are fucking with my hormones and I feel like I’m losing control. It’s been over for us since you walked out when I told you I’m pregnant.”

You kept a cool head, despite the tears now freely streaming down your face. Fuck Steve. How dare he make you cry.

He looked so hurt by your admission, like he was closing into himself, trying to make himself smaller.

You squared your jaw, grabbing for a pen to fiddle with. “Need I remind you that you told me to get an abortion after I’d already started picking names for my children, which would cause me to have to pick between you and Bucky? That I didn’t want to pick, but you forced my hand so I chose. And I didn’t pick you.”

He flinched at your words, before whispering, “But I changed my mind, y/n.”

You snapped the pen in half and stood.

“You walked out when I told you about your children, and then didn’t speak to us for weeks. You got into a fist fight with Bucky. You told me to get an abortion. You’ve been nothing but cold with Bucky and flirty with me. You still want me to pick you, but the only your getting back on my life is by making things right with him so we can all be together again. Get the fuck out of my office.”

He blinked in surprise, but didn’t say anything as he left. He didn’t even look back. Weeks of pent up emotion had come up all at once and you were a sobbing mess on your office floor.

You managed to text Tony that you were going home early and Bucky to ask him to drive you home.

The next two weeks passed in a blur. You and Bucky had started prepping the apartment for the babies and you’d been extremely tired.

At 15 weeks, Bucky was so excited to tell you the babies were the size of apples. Doctor Lawrence told you they were definitely bigger than apples, as developed as 15 week fetuses, but just bigger.

You were starting to show too in tighter clothing. Not a lot, but enough.

Enough that when you looked in the mirror and cradled your belly, it was all so much more real. There’s so much more to do before they come, and then, you need to care for them, somehow.

Steve had stopped meeting you at the entrance in the morning and evening, and bringing you tea. The only time you saw him was in passing and at your ultrasound. At the latter, he didn’t say a single word, and left as soon as it was over.

You felt terribly, of course, but you tried to remind yourself it was for the best.

Everything changed the day you walked into the building and directly across from your office was a giant chalkboard. You and Bucky frowned at each other in confusion before walking up to Tony who had a piece of chalk in his hand.

“What’s this?” You asked, but you very quickly realized what it was.

“A little betting poll,” Tony said.

Indeed.

In swirling text it said, Guess the Sex. Below that, there were three columns: Two Boys; One of Each; Two Girls. Below each header was room for one to write their name and the amount they were betting.

Tony had written his name under two boys for fifty thousand dollars.

Steve had also participated it seemed and had written him name under Two Girls for two hundred dollars.

“Are you fucking kidding me Tony?” You asked, gesturing to the absurd amount of money.

“I’m trying to get people to play,” he threw up his hands in the air. “Besides, I have a feeling.”

You rolled your eyes.

Bucky took the chalk from Tony, “Well so do I,” he said, writing his name under One of Each for five hundred.

You snatched the chalk from him and said, “You’re wrong.” You put your own name down under Two Boys for a thousand. “It would only be my luck to have a house filled with boys.”

Tony laughed, “Thank you, mama!” He held out his hand for a high five, which you obliged. “You are finding out the sex, right?”

You looked at Bucky and he shrugged. You looked back at Tony and said, “Maybe.”

His protests followed you as you walked into your office, and then the fun began.

Naturally, Natasha came by your office first. She took one look at the wall and wrote her name under Two Girls. She strutted into your office and demanded to know when you’d know the sex.

You laughed, leaning back in your chair, “I don’t know, Nat. I had my last ultrasound yesterday and I don’t even know if I want to know.”

She shook her head and declared, “You want to know.” Before promptly leaving your office.

Bruce was next. He came into ask you for something, and took a seat in front of you. “So how are you feeling?”

You smiled, “Pregnant.”

He laughed, “I’m honestly surprised we’re having this conversation.”

You bit your lip, so we’re you. A year ago, this would have been the last predicament you saw yourself in.

“But it’s good!” Bruce assured you. “Babies are natural.”

You laughed. “I’m actually really excited, Bruce. I wasn’t. But I am now.”

“That’s really good,” he grinned. “You know I saw this documentary about monitoring babies development after birth until a year and I —”

“Bruce,” you interrupted, “I love you, but no. Definitely no.”

“Right!” He stood up. “Of course not. It’s not even my area of expertise.”

You chucked as he turned towards the door and jumped in surprise at the chalk board.

“Oh!” He exclaimed. “When did this get here?”

“This morning,” you called after him.

He examined it for a moment before writing his name under Two Boys.

The rest of the day went by with various coworkers stopping by to write their names on the board. Most were either for two boys or one of each. Tony’s large bet was certainly getting people to play.

Clint walked by around the time you were packing up, a sucker in his mouth.

“Nice Tony,” he said, picking up the chalk and writing his name under Two Girls.

“You seriously think I’m having two girls?” You asked coming up beside him to look at the board.

“God no,” he said. “I think you’re having two boys. But there’s less people over here, bigger pay out if I’m somehow right.”

You blinked in surprised. He wasn’t wrong there was only 5 names unde Two Girls for the fourteen on the board. He’s stand to make large amount of money if he was right.

———

“So two boys?” Bucky asked as he made dinner and you sat on the counter.

“I have no doubt in my mind,” you said as you scrolled through Pinterest on your tablet for baby room ideas.

“But don’t you want a girl?” He asked.

You nodded, “But I have a feeling we’re having two boys.”

He paused, as if in thought. “I think we’re having at least one boy. I’m kinda scared of having a boy though,” he admitted.

You frowned, putting your tablet down, “Why?”

He shrugged, “I know girls are tough but there’s something that is so scary to me about a boy taking after me.”

You stroked your belly abscent mindedly, “I hope they take after you, Buck.”

He sighed, “I know none of it was my fault, I try to tell myself that everyday. But babe, what I can do...”

You hopped off the counter and came to wrap your arms around his waist. It had been a long journey with him. When you’d first come to work for the Avengers, one of the first things you’d done was to book Bucky’s first therapy session.

Nightmares and bad days had followed, as well as two years and counting for struggling to find the right doses of medications. That at least was getting better, right after you’d started sleeping together he was out on a particularly nasty dosage that made him both violent and quick to anger.

It didn’t change that he was the best man you knew.

“The babies will be so lucky to have you,” you murmured. “To teach them, to love them, to protect them. They’ll take after you, but only in good ways. So you better get used to thinking about two boys taking after you because there’s gonna be two of them.”

He laughed, leaning over to kiss the top of your head. “You’re so sure.”

“Yep.” You pecked his lips. “Finish this, I’m starving.”

He laughed, “What do you want to do tonight?”

“Survivors on tonight,” you suggested, pulling out plates to set the table.

“Good choice,” he said.

You were just getting ready to sit down when Bucky’s phone rang. You didn’t complain as he picked it up and said, “It’s Steve.”

Pursing your lips, you picked up your own phone. Sure enough, Tony had texted: Barnes and Rogers are being sent on an assignment. Sorry :/ Come over if you’re lonely?

“It’s for work,” you said. “Pick up.” Because you still weren’t sure if he would.

He rolled his eyes and left the room. You picked at your dinner as you texted Tony back, Picking out furniture for the babies’ room and watching Survivor. My schedule is packed. Thanks though.

He texted back right away: Tomorrow night you’re coming for dinner then. And then, Odds they kill each other?

You smirked and replied with, 100% How long are they gone?

“I have to be gone for at least a week,” Bucky said coming back into the room. “Maybe more.”

You frowned. “Where are you going?”

“Didn’t say,” he pulled a takeout container from the cupboard for his dinner. “He’s picking me up in five and he’ll fill me in. He said to pack for the cold, whatever that means.”

You sighed. “Ok so I’ll make sure my next ultrasound is scheduled for when you get back.”

He shook his head, walking towards the bedroom. You followed. “Don’t skip one because I’m not here. We need to make sure they’re doing okay.”

You knew he was right, but for him to miss it...

You sat on the bed as you watched him pack, “Please don’t get into any fights with Steve while you’re out there.”

He rolled his eyes scooping clothes into his bag, “It’s not me you have to worry about.”

You pursed your lips, you weren’t so sure about that.

He saw your worried expression and came over to peck your lips. “It’ll all be fine, I promise. We’ll go, and when I get back, we’ll paint the babies rooms and you’ll have your baby shower,” he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “And everything will be fine.”

You weren’t too worried about the mission. Him and Steve killing each other was another story.

You still forced a smile into your face and kissed him properly. Both arms wrapping around his neck, kissing him like you needed it to breathe.

He chuckled, breaking free, “I can feel my phone buzzing, Steve’s here.”

You groaned but still followed him out the door. Steve was parked outside and raised a hand to wave as you walked out.

Bucky put his bag in the trunk and wrapped his arms around you, “A week.”

You nodded, “One week.”

He kissed you again, “You take care of my babies.”

You smiled, “Stay safe baby. I love you.”

He nodded, kissing you one more time. With so much fire and passion you wanted to take him back to bed. But you just kissed back harder and when he broke it, you let him go.

The window was open as he climbed into the car, you leaned forward, looking Steve dead in the eye as you said, “I don’t care if you two have issues, you take care of each other and you both come home safe.”

Because the reality was, it didn’t matter if they hated or loved each other. All you cared about was that they came home safe.

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Matthías interview about the new constitution - translation

A couple of days ago Matthías was interviewed on Útvarp Saga, mainly about the new constitution - but he also unexpectedly confirms the new version of “Dansið eða deyið” is coming at the end! Full translation below.

HOST: We're talking about the new constitution and admiring the young people stepping up as well as those in the older demographic. We just spoke to lawyer Ósk Elvarsdóttir, and now I've got Matthís Tryggvi Haraldsson on the line, a musician better known as Hatari, don't we? He's from the band Hatari which was a hit last year and represented Iceland in the Eurovision Song Contest. We've got him on the line, and he's traveling, as I understand it. Good afternoon, Matthías.

MATTHÍAS: Yes, good afternoon.

HOST: Greetings!

MATTHÍAS: You're right, I'm in Borgarnes. I got to sit in the car and talk to you while my girlfriend is getting groceries.

HOST: So you sent her in. Does she have a mask on and everything?

MATTHÍAS: Yeah, she's taking appropriate precautions, and is getting groceries for us. We've got a summerhouse near here, lucky enough to have access to that.

HOST: Oh, cozy!

MATTHÍAS: Now with the pandemic.

HOST: You've been part of this petitioning and activism for the new constitution. What made you - one perhaps thought a musician would just think about music, but now the new constitution is top of the list.

MATTHÍAS: Right, yeah. I am interested in music, but I'm also interested in relevant issues that touch us all, and really this referendum in 2012 was kind of my introduction to Icelandic democracy, the first time I voted. And I felt - as the years go by, I feel like my introduction to Icelandic democracy and participation in Icelandic society was to just be ignored, for eight years or so. That was kind of my experience of participating in this referendum. I was so optimistic when I showed up in 2012, and then the issue just kind of fizzles out for eight years. I'm really happy with people like Ósk, who you talked to earlier, and the Women's Society for the New Constitution. We've got some energy back in the discussion about this, which is great.

HOST: Yeah, the Constitution Society, they've been all over the place, Katrín Oddsdóttir and company, a lot of women, and everyone, men too.

MATTHÍAS: Yeah!

HOST: It's great to see it.

MATTHÍAS: Women and men, and it's also great to see the news yesterday about this poll, where 60% support a new constitution this term, and it's fun to look at the demographics. There's more women, and it's more the capital region, but it's still a majority everywhere. Women, men, capital, rural - more or less everywhere there's a majority in favor of changing the constitution.

HOST: Yes, exactly. Doesn't it also tell us that people are being stifled even if they don't always talk about it, that people are fed up with a lot of things we've been given, and finally get this chance to express their opinion?

MATTHÍAS: Definitely, without a doubt. And you can read the new constitution from that perspective - a lot of things in it are kind of an echo preventing - I guess I won't name examples because I'm not well-read enough or have a good enough memory to get into detail, but the feeling is that the new constitution has these failsafes for all kinds of things we've been bumping into in the past years. It forbids curtailing media freedom, and there's this eternal discussion on natural resources and that they should belong to the nation, and a bunch more that I'm probably forgetting, and they're kind of an echo of things that we've gone through as a nation since the 2012 referendum, and that were being discussed then.

HOST: That's been discussed a lot, of course, with the natural resources. There is this tendency to distribute the country's natural resources, and you're kind of insecure in who's going to be taking it all, aren't there any laws preventing that? We see it with land and with fishing quotas, with the quota ending up in the hands of a few people even though it should be owned by the nation.

MATTHÍAS: Yeah. It's kind of a buzzword, I feel, in parliament, speaking of the resources being owned by the nation, but then the feeling you get is that this isn't really enforced. The section on natural resources, the most popular section of the new constitution, or was in 2012, is being watered down in parliament, so that the phrasing loses its edge, and that's not what's being called for. The call for a new constitution was not a call for dull phrasing that doesn't really change anything. It's dangerous to fall into mediocrity. Then you might as well skip it.

HOST: Yeah, you're sharp on this, Matthías, I can see. What's the general zeitgeist around you? You must be around a lot of musicians and so on.

MATTHÍAS: Well, unfortunately I'm not really around a lot of people, as a result of this pest! But, well, I follow the zeitgeist on the internet and so on, and am in contact with friends and family, and you see there that there's a lot of enthusiasm for a new constitution. I think we had several thousand new signatures yesterday. They've been streaming in like a gas pump.

HOST: Right now, as we're talking, it's coming up on 36,000. You're most of the way there.

MATTHÍAS: Wow! Awesome! And these are confirmed signatures from voters - you're used to thinking of it as a proportion of the national population, which is 330... it's a proportion of something much smaller, it's voters, with the right to vote, and who have signed in with an Íslykill [a kind of national login system]. It's a huge number! I'm thrilled.

HOST: Yeah, it's these electronic signatures. And now they're helping people who can't sign in through the internet, and it's great women like Vilborg, who's helping, and another in Akureyri, Ásdís Árnadóttir.

MATTHÍAS: Yeah? Awesome!

HOST: People are just - you can't keep up with all these strong individuals helping everywhere.

MATTHÍAS: That's great.

HOST: But hey, Matthías, you have to tell me a bit about Hatari. Aren't you playing something or doing something with the music?

MATTHÍAS: Well, it hasn't been much, thanks to this virus. There was a brief window where we could have played a concert, this summer or whenever, but we were too late to use it, and then everything's locked down again. But we'll be at Iceland Airwaves, the music festival. It'll be a bit different this year, there'll be streamed concerts...

HOST: When is that?

MATTHÍAS: I don't know... I'm such a terrible media person for the band, not remembering this. But somehow you should be able to buy access to that concert. You should be able to look into it on the Iceland Airwaves website, presumably - it's going up next week.

HOST: So there's at least a bit going on.

MATTHÍAS: Sure, and there are ideas, long-term ideas, churning away, without spoiling anything.

HOST: That's fun! But still, I have to know, do you have some new song that we can hear before Christmas or anything?

MATTHÍAS: Well, hopefully before Christmas! There's a new song called "Dansið eða deyið", a song of revolution, perhaps appropriate for this petition. It's a song about uniting behind a cause, but of course in that Hatari presentation. The world it presents is pretty dark, as the nation heard in Eurovision.

HOST: It's a short path between life and death there. But that's nice, "Dansið eða deyið", the next thing coming from you, and then now the main thing is to sign the petition to push for the new constitution to be implemented. A message from Hatari.

MATTHÍAS: Definitely, and reminding parliament that they can't just ignore these things and water them down. It has to be taken seriously and you need to be decisive when it comes to the constitution.

HOST: That's exactly it. Matthías Tryggvi Haraldsson, Hatari. We're going to reexperience your song from Eurovision...

MATTHÍAS: Great!

HOST: Good luck with everything, and you keep up your voluntary quarantine in Borgarfjörður.

MATTHÍAS: Yup, thanks, I'll do that.

HOST: Thanks a lot, goodbye.

MATTHÍAS: Goodbye.

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Another for @bnhawlwweek! Day 2 Prompt: Clothing: Swimsuits

Fuyumi Todoroki/Miruko (Rumi Usagiyama)

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It’s ridiculous that Rumi’s so nervous right now. Really. It is.

 She’s used to wearing stuff that shows off a lot of skin. A swimsuit should be no different.

 She runs around every day in a leotard as her hero costume, after all. She’s out there in the world as Pro Hero Miruko, wearing what is essentially a swimsuit while she literally kicks people’s asses, because the higher-ups and the public wouldn’t consider her ‘viable’ enough as a heroine without showing off a little skin.

 “You’re not feminine enough, Miruko.”

 “You’re too muscular, Miruko.”

 “You’ll never get popular, Miruko.”

It’s all a fucking ridiculous balancing act, honestly. If she shows off too much skin she’s ‘inappropriate’ and a slut, but if she doesn’t show off enough skin she won’t win popularity polls because she’s not playing the fanservice card like it’s expected for most female heroines.

 And then there’s her ‘abrasive and mannish personality’, which apparently also doesn’t do her any wonders.

 “You need to smile more, Miruko.”

 “You’re too violent Miruko.”

 “Your merch sales are down, Miruko.”

 Rumi takes in a breath and lets it out, counting down from ten just like her anger management specialist told her to do time and time again.

 Thinking about her managers and the sleaze-balls in charge of the hero system will only piss her the fuck off. Thinking about the misogynistic fuckwads that she has to save on a regularly basis and pander to for her to keep her ranking will make her want to punch a wall.

 She has to keep calm. She can’t step out of the changing room wanting to kill a man. She’s on a date. She’s wearing a swimsuit. She’s going to go swimming and flirt with her girlfriend, and then maybe buy a piña colada if she’s feeling too restless before realizing that she’s more partial to margaritas, downing both of them because she doesn’t want to waste the drinks.

 Yeah. Okay. Alright.

 She can do this.

 Rumi slowly opens the dressing room door, taking a cautionary peak out.

 Fuyumi is standing right outside. Abort, abort!

 She squeaks and instantly shuts the door again, heart jackrabbiting her chest and face flushing hot because oh God, she can’t do this.

 Especially after catching a glimpse of her girlfriend in her swimsuit. Just. God. God, she’s so fucking gay, and such a huge fucking disaster.

 Fuyumi was wearing a one-piece swimsuit. White and simple, with red trim, a red ribbon acting as a halter top to keep everything in place and modest.

 It was the most gorgeous sight Rumi’s ever laid eyes on in her entire life, she’s sure. Like. 1000% sure.

 With a groan, she puts her hands on her warm cheeks and tries very, very hard not to melt into a puddle of goo.

 “Rumi-chan…?” Fuyumi’s voice drifts through the wooden door, sounding so sweetly concerned it should be illegal. If it was illegal, Rumi would have to arrest her on the spot, and—yeah, no, her brain’s going down the drain fast. Abort.

 She tries to reply, but all that gets out is a strangled noise that sounds like a dying rabbit, which wow if that ain’t a huge Mood…

 “Rumi-chan, are you okay in there?” Fuyumi asks once more through the door, tapping it lightly in a knock. “Are you having trouble with your swimsuit…?”

 “No!” Rumi squeaks out, just a bit panicked. Oh fuck, she’s made her girlfriend worries now. Shit. “I-I’m fine! It’s fine! Everything’s fine! Ahahaha…”

 Gah, it’s so obvious she’s not fine! Christ, she’s such a bad actor! It’s no wonder she barely gets into commercials nowadays, much less any huge roles in TV or movies! Ugh.

 “Are your clothes damaged? Did a seam rip?” And now Fuyumi sounds a little panicked and frantic. “That’d be awful! It’s no wonder you don’t want to leave the changing room. I-I could get you an extra set of clothes, if you need it—”

 “I don’t—it’s fine, nothing’s ripped!” Rumi reassures her quickly, still feeling flustered, but not wanting her girlfriend to panic and worry even more. It must be her heroic instincts kicking in, even with a situation as ridiculously mundane as this.

 Though, it’s admittedly a little dumb that she’s being so chicken-shit, hiding and talk-yelling through the changing room door…

 Aw, fuck it. She’s gotta have to put her big girl panties on and just. Open the door. And let her girlfriend see her in her swimsuit.

 Her very frilly, sorta tacky swimsuit that she’d decided was a good idea to buy two weeks ago and is still sort of regretting.

 Rumi crosses her fingers behind her back for good luck, hoping she looks less dumb than she feels, and opens the changing room door.

 It almost takes her aback, seeing Fuyumi right in front of her in all her gorgeous ice sculpture-esque glory. Fuyumi blinks back at her, seemingly equally as stunned and startled.

 Her girlfriend’s hair is pulled back in a little ponytail with a red ribbon matching her swimsuit. And it takes Rumi a hot second, but to her astonishment, she notes that Fuyumi has hairclips in her hair.

 Little bunny hairclips.

 Rumi has to stop herself from clutching at her chest as the realization hits because oh my God, her girlfriend is so fucking adorable.

 “B-Bunnies?” Rumi squeaks out, cheeks aflame as she spastically gestures at her own temples, emulating where Fuyumi’s hairclips sit.

 Fuyumi’s already pink cheeks flush into a deeper pink as her hands fly up to said hairclips. “I-I, um…It’s—it’s going to sound so stupid, but, I…” clearly hesitating, she finally stutters out, “N-Never mind!”

 “They’re cute!” Rumi blurts out, voice way too loud in her effort to assuage her girlfriend’s worries. Clearing her throat, she forces herself back into a normal volume. “I mean, er…They’re…I like ‘em, is all.”

 Fuyumi’s embarrassed grimace wavers and is quickly replaced by a shy smile. “Oh! Um. Do you really…?”

 “Yeah. Yeah, they really suit ya,” Rumi says with a cough, awkward and trying to push through it. She was going to compliment her girlfriend, damn it, and her own terrible social skills weren’t gonna stop her! “Your swimsuit’s nice, too. You look good.”

 Wow, someone get a goddamn camera to catch this spectacular failure of Rumi Usagiyama giving basic compliments. She sounds so eloquent and convincing, she should win an award for Worst Flirting Ever.

 While Rumi beats herself up in her head over her less-than-stellar comments—seriously, could she only think of ‘you look good’?! Who even says that?!—she nearly misses Fuyumi’s answer.

 “Thank you! I…I don’t tend to wear swimsuits very much,” her girlfriend admits bashfully, idly fingering the red halter strap. “Haven’t exactly had many situations where one was needed, honestly…”

 “That so?” Rumi asks, quickly trying to scramble for a decent reply. “Can’t see why you wouldn’t. You must’ve gotten people flocking to take you on a summer date to the beach or pool. Sure thing for someone as smart and nice and pretty as you.”

 Ah, hell, she was rambling now.

 Rumi avoids Fuyumi’s gaze, scratching the back of her neck, smile awkward. Is she coming on too strong? She’s probably coming on too strong. Fuck.

 She hears a giggle, and carefully glances to see Fuyumi flushed and smiling.

 “I was never exactly popular as a person, really, so I didn’t tend to go out much… But thank you,” her girlfriend says, voice soft and warm, but with a sad look in her eyes.

 Rumi decides instantly that she hates the bittersweet tint in those sea-blue eyes and tries for a joke to lighten the mood. “Eh, I dunno. Sounds fake, but okay, babe.”

 This seems to startle a laugh out of Fuyumi, who clamps a hand over her mouth to ride out her ensuing giggles. Her eyes are bright and crinkled, happy; Rumi’s done her job.

 “C’mon, let’s head out. We’ll never get to swim at this rate,” Rumi says, a lopsided smile in place as she nudges her girlfriend. Fuyumi nods, an occasional giggle still stuttering out, and Rumi wraps an arm around her shoulders to guide them outside the changing rooms.

 The action seems to make Fuyumi go pink and duck her head, peering up at Rumi through her clipped-back bangs. Her skin is soft and slightly cool to the touch, surprisingly. Rumi’d always figured that it was just her hands that got cold. Maybe it’s got to do with her ice Quirk…?

 “I really like your swimsuit, by the way,” her girlfriend says, snapping Rumi out of her mesmerized state. Yeesh, she’d spend a whole day staring, if she wasn’t careful.

 “Eh? Really?” she asks, blinking dumbly, a pleased flush rising up her neck.

 Fuyumi giggles and nods. “Yes! It’s really cute. I think you look perfect in it.”

 Rumi feels herself puff up in pride, her confidence coming back full force from the compliment, assuaging her previous fears of her choice.

 She hadn’t been sure about her choice in swimsuit before now. It was a white two-piece, the top a sort of tankini that stopped mid-stomach. The bottom was a skirt made of ruffles. It showed more stomach than she was used to, but that wasn’t a problem; after all, she had a pretty great set of abs, if she did say so herself.

 The problem was that it was…cutesy. Ruffles usually weren’t her thing. And neither were bows, which were decorations scattered across her swimsuit. Even a huge bow decorated the front of her bust. But it fit her well, and it showed off her abs, and it wasn’t too flashy or too provocative. It gave her decent mobility as well, so she could take a swim and not have to worry about accidentally flashing anyone in the process.

 All Rumi had wanted was a swimsuit that was practical, but she’d left the store with the ruffled swimsuit thinking that it looked cute, so it might just help her look cute, too.

 Looks like her pick was right after all, huh?

 “Hell yeah I’m cute!” she hoots, bumping hips with her girlfriend. “But not as cute as you in your swimsuit!”

 “Oh, stop it,” Fuyumi waves her off bashfully, a hand on her pink cheek but still smiling goofily.

 “Just tellin’ the truth,” Rumi says seriously, eyes bright as she gently tugs on the other woman’s bangs. “Specially with those clips of yours? You’re the cutest girl around.”

 Fuyumi was thrown into another fit of giggles and Rumi grinned wolfishly.

 “I, ah…I-I actually got these hairclips to, um,” her girlfriend starts, smile soft and embarrassed. “To match with you…? Sort of.”

 Rumi stops in place, and blinks once, twice. It takes her a few seconds, but then she’s grinning so hard her smile nearly splits her face, and her ears twitch excitedly.

 “You wanted to…match with me?” she asks, still a little in disbelief, pointing at both her rabbit ears. “Seriously?”

 “I know, I know…” Fuyumi sputters out, waving her hands wildly in front of herself in defense, face nearly matching the red streaks in her hair. “It’s…It’s really cheesy and kinda dumb, and—”

 “Babe,” Rumi starts, serious, gently taking her girlfriend’s flailing hands in her own. She leans down and quickly pecks Fuyumi on the nose; if the other woman’s face wasn’t already the shade of a tomato, the public display of affection probably would’ve done it. “Babe, that is the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I love it.”

 Her girlfriend’s nervous and mortified smile wobbles, and in just a second, she’s breaking out into a radiant smile so bright that it rivals the sun.

 “I’m…I’m glad,” Fuyumi murmurs softly, leaning forwards to rub their noses together. “I just wanted to show some way of supporting you.”

 “Babe, you’re always supporting me,” Rumi reminds her, but it gets a wide smile from her anyways, her ears perking up.

 “And I always will,” the other woman confirms with a light peck to her lips. Rumi makes the approximate noise of a teakettle and gets a peck on a burning cheek as a reward, the sweet sound of Fuyumi’s giggles in her ears.

 She feels so mushy and soft and warm, like she’s just sunbathed for an entire day. And she hasn’t even been outside for ten minutes, yet.

 Fuyumi’s just got that sorta power, though. Even if she’s got an ice Quirk, she always makes Rumi feel warm and comfortable and oh-so-fond.

 Being with her is worth a hundred—no, a thousand summer days.

 And, honestly? Rumi can’t wait to spend each and every one of them with her.

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[vexedtonightmares]

La Fin Des Temps Chapter 7 (Elu Hogwarts AU)

Vendredi 18:48 - “How did your date go?”

Manon had dragged Lucas along to the inter house unity meeting against his will. Clearly, she had been under the impression that, since he had come to the first one, he would come every week. He’d skipped the one the week before, mostly because he didn’t really want to watch Daphné try to teach everyone how to use a smartphone when she barely knew herself.

Daphné was setting up a way for them to watch a movie, apparently, having run a poll on her Instagram story to see what activity she should plan for the meeting. Lucas supposed this wasn’t the worst way to spend his night, even if he would have rather been lying in bed thinking about Eliott or, even better, having another patronus lesson.

Things had been back to normal between Lucas and Eliott since the weird moment they’d had earlier in the week, but they hadn’t talked about whether or not Eliott would be at this meeting, so Lucas decided to send him a message.

lucallemant: Are you coming to the inter house unity movie night?

He turned his phone over in his hands while he waited for Eliott to reply, startled when someone slipped their hands over his eyes. He grinned slowly. Eliott?

He pulled the hands from his eyes and turned to greet Eliott. “Salu-- oh,” he faltered when he realized it was just Arthur.

“Jeez, don’t be too excited to see me. I only came because Manon sent me pictures of you sitting there looking all lonely,” Arthur said, taking a seat beside Lucas on the floor. Lucas turned to glare at Manon even though he was glad for the company.

“Where are Yann and Basile?” Lucas asked, scanning the room.

Arthur shrugged. “On their way, probably. Yann was finishing up some assignment, I swear to god he’s never not working, and Basile wouldn’t miss a chance to see Daphné somewhere she can’t avoid him. Have you seen Eliott?”

“No, why?” Lucas was glad Arthur had brought up Eliott, he hadn’t wanted to be the one to ask. Eliott hadn’t been at lunch or dinner, but Lucas just assumed he was caught up in his dormitory working on his schoolwork.

“Just haven’t seen him all day, even in our dormitory. I left a note for him to meet us here but… eh, whatever. Maybe he’s off with the person he’s so in love with,” Arthur grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.

Lucas coughed, not sure he had hear Arthur correctly. “He has a girlfriend? Why hasn’t he said anything to any of us?”

“Oh, no,” Arthur said dramatically, “He’s not dating anyone but he’s sure as hell obsessed with someone. Talks about them all. The. Time. It would be kind of annoying if it weren’t so endearing.”

Lucas wondered who it could be. Eliott had never said anything about liking anyone when they had hung out. Was he trying to keep it a secret? Clearly not, if Arthur knew so much about it. In fact, Arthur was still talking, doing a terrible impression of Eliott.

“Arthur, I couldn’t pay attention in class today because of them. Arthur, we had the best conversation today but I don’t think they feel the same about me. Arthur, their eyes are so pretty. Supermodel eyes, he calls them. Do you know any girls with supermodel eyes?”

Lucas felt his blood boil. Not that it mattered, but supermodel eyes were their thing, his and Eliott’s. The fact that Eliott couldn’t focus in class because of some girl and her supermodel eyes made him angrier than he wanted to admit. He realized Arthur had asked him a question. “I don’t know anyone with supermodel eyes,” he said coldly.

Arthur shrugged, not catching Lucas’ tone. “I’ll ask Yann and Basile. Actually, maybe I’ll ask Alexia, she might know.”

“Why would Alexia know?”

“Oh, right, this mystery person is most definitely in our potions class,” Arthur clarified. “He freaked out all night after we did the Amortentia potion-- nice one, by the way, Imane told me you had no idea what we were brewing-- because he thought he’d been too obvious and given away who he was talking about and that they didn’t feel the same way. I told him he shouldn’t have shared what his potion smelled like with the whole class, but he said he didn’t want you to be the only one who shared. Maybe it worked though, and he’s with his mystery girl right now.”

Lucas was saved from having to respond by the arrival of Yann and Basile plopping down beside the two of them. “What are we talking about?” Yann asked, and Arthur began to fill him in on their conversation about Eliott and the girl he liked. Lucas tuned them out to the best of his ability.

He couldn’t, however, refrain from checking his phone to see if Eliott had opened his message. He hadn’t. Lucas’ stomach churned at the confirmation that, wherever Eliott was and whoever he was with, Lucas was the last thing on his mind.

“Nox,” Daphné said, turning the lights out and letting the movie broadcast itself on the wall in front of them. Apparently, they were watching Star Wars. Not the most Daphné-like choice, but a movie that made him glance at Yann out of the corner of his eye. Yann grinned back, likely remembering their first year bonding over how they were going to be like Jedi once they learned how to do magic.

He let himself enjoy the movie instead of overthinking where Eliott was and who he was with any longer. It was almost a relief, actually, to know for certain that Eliott wasn’t interested in him like that. Sure, he would have preferred a different outcome, but at least now he could stop wondering if Eliott had sat by him at lunch on his first day because he liked Lucas, or if he had asked Lucas to practice patronuses as a way to spend time alone together. Those things had just been friendly, a way for the new kid to get to know someone.

Basile fell asleep about an hour into the movie, head in Arthur’s lap. Yann and Lucas were very offended that their friend had the audacity to fall asleep during Star Wars, so they got their revenge by posting a few photos on his Instagram account with captions and comments that were sure to be un-Daphné worthy.

When the credits rolled and the lights finally turned back on nearly everyone was stretched out comfortably, some asleep, some with heads on their friends or significant others’ shoulders. Basile woke up blearily and tried to pretend he hadn’t been asleep for nearly the entire movie, which was doubly amusing given the fact that he had no idea what Star Wars was and kept trying to explain parts of the movie that he hadn’t seen.

“Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia have got to be the end couple, right? Especially after that, uh, that one scene, you know what I’m talking about, with the uh, space flowers,” Basile rambled. Yann and Lucas exchanged glances behind his back.

Lucas checked his phone again, proud of himself for having avoided doing so until the movie ended. Nothing. Eliott still hadn’t even opened the message. Where was he?

“Lulu, you coming?” Yann had blanket he had brought slung over one shoulder, following Basile and Arthur as they continued to argue about Star Wars.

“In a minute, I should help Manon clean up,” he responded, wanting a moment alone. Yann flashed a thumbs up before leaving him alone. Soon it was only Lucas and the girls left.

“That went well?” Daphné looked to all of them for confirmation, and everyone nodded their heads vigorously.

“It was awesome,” Manon confirmed.

“So great,” Emma added.

Alexia nodded. “Best movie night ever.”

“By next week this club will have everyone in the entire school joining,” Imane said confidently. The girls looked to Lucas expectantly.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, it was really cool Daphy. The guys were just saying how much fun it was.” He might complain about Daphné sometimes, but he really did admire her. In just a few weeks this club had become one of the most popular clubs in the school.

She beamed at him. “Really? Eliott didn’t show up, so I didn’t know if there was something wrong…”

Daphné blushed when she said his name. It seemed he wasn’t the only one with a hopeless crush on Eliott, though that didn’t come as much of a surprise. It was weird to think that he and Daphné would have similar taste in guys, though…

“Don’t take it personally, Daphy, he’s out on a date.” Sure, he didn’t know this for a fact, but the more he repeated it to himself, the less it hurt. Well, in theory. Lucas caught sight of Imane studying him out of the corner of his eye and he did his best to ignore her. Yeah, she clearly knew what his Amortentia had meant. “I’m sure he’ll be at the next one,” he added quickly, just in case Daphné got upset.

There were footsteps and suddenly Eliott was standing in the doorway, slightly out of breath. He looked around the room, face falling. “Oh… is the movie night over?”

“Yes, we finished about ten minutes ago. It was Star Wars, everyone enjoyed it a lot,” Daphné said stiffly.

“Fuck. I’m sorry, I really wanted to come.” Eliott was looking at Lucas as he spoke, but Lucas pretended to be busy folding other blankets students had laid with during the movie.

“It’s fine,” Daphné said, warming considerably. It was the Eliott effect. “There will be more movie nights.”

Eliott broke into a wide grin. “I sure hope so. The inter-house unity club is where all the cool things happen, right?”

“Right,” Daphné smiled, ducking her head to hide her blush.

Eliott shifted from foot to foot. “To say sorry, why don’t I finish cleaning up for you guys?”

“Oh, no don’t worry about it, we’re almost done anyway--” Daphné started, but Eliott cut her off.

“No, no, I insist. You’ve done enough. Lucas can help me finish.”

Lucas raised his eyebrows at Eliott, not wholly pleased to be dragged into clean up duty, especially given the messy state of the room. Eliott merely smiled in return, probably due to the lasting high of his date.

“Ok…” Daphné said hesitantly. “Call any of us if you change your mind.”

“Will do.”

With that, the girls took the few items they had brought and filed out of the room, chatting amongst one another, leaving Lucas and Eliott alone.

“You do realize what you’ve volunteered for, right?” Lucas clarified, gesturing around the messy room.

Eliott laughed. “You do realize we’re wizards, right?”

Oh. Yeah. They were, weren’t they?

Eliott cast a few quick spells, debris and dust disappearing as blankets folded themselves and food crumbs vanished from the floor. “That was easy, wasn’t it?”

Eliott made magic look so effortless, like they weren’t just words he was speaking, but a fundamental part of him. Lucas was never able to connect like that to his magic, to feel like it was a part of him. He wished he was, that he felt it deeply in his soul. He wasn’t even sure if he felt anything deeply in his soul at all. At least, not like Eliott did. Lucas held Eliott’s gaze for a moment before his eyes snagged on something in the corner of the room that he hadn’t noticed before. Eliott followed his eyes.

“Did you know I can play the Star Wars theme on the piano? I would show you but I don’t want to impress you too much.” Eliott was closer to him now, teasing grin on his face. Lucas wasn’t paying attention to Eliott for once, eyes still on the piano in the corner. Maybe there was something that made him feel connected to the deepest parts of his soul. He walked over to the piano without sparing Eliott a glance or response, sitting on the bench and running his fingers over the smooth keys. He pressed down on three of them, just to see if the piano was in tune.

“I must say, my Star Wars cover is better,” Eliott joked, sitting down beside him.

“Mmm,” Lucas mumbled in response, trying to call up the memory of a piece he had played long ago with his mom who was no longer his mom. How simple things had been back then, before his dad left and his mom was committed and he was put into the system, only to be scooped up by a different set of parents who still cared too little.

He tested out the same three keys, this time adding a fourth. Yes, this was right. It was all coming back to him now. Closing his eyes briefly, he let instinct take over, playing the song that reminded him of the life he had lost, but the best parts of that life. Sitting with his head on his mother’s shoulder as she played, memorizing her movements, running around outside with his mother and father, basking in the warm air, singing with his mother in the kitchen as she made dinner, not noticing when his father barely showed up or refused to sing along.

Lucas became swept up in the music, fingers hitting the keys softly, but intentionally, performing with a bliss he hadn’t remembered existed until that moment. It was only when he felt something brush his shoulder that he remembered Eliott was sitting beside him, watching, listening. He also remembered what the song was called. I love you. He hoped Eliott wasn’t too versed in contemporary classical music.

The song was nearing the end, Lucas hadn’t even realized he’d played the whole thing already, so he tapered off, letting his fingers trail the last few notes gently. The silence that filled the room when he finished was charged with energy. He was too scared to look at Eliott, see his reaction to the impromptu concert he had just given.

“C’etait ouf,” Eliott said, voice thick with an emotion Lucas couldn’t place. He couldn’t tell if Eliott was speaking French on purpose or because he was too dumbfounded to find the words in English. Maybe he was impressed, Lucas thought foolishly.

Eliott cleared his throat and spoke again, still in French. “T’es surprenant.”

Lucas couldn’t help it, his head snapped up to meet Eliott’s eyes, stunned by the emotion they held when he looked into them. Eliott’s eyes told him everything he needed to know, and suddenly Lucas didn’t feel so self conscious, didn’t worry about the girl that Eliott was mad for.

Eliott’s eyes flicked down to Lucas’ hands, still resting on the keys. “J’aime bien les gens surprenant.”

Lucas didn’t know what to say to that, so he just held Eliott’s gaze. Something passed between them, something Lucas didn’t have the energy or ability to tell himself meant anything other than what he wanted it to. Before his brain could get too far ahead of itself, Lucas blinked and looked away, breaking contact.

“How did your date go?” he asked, forcing the words out. They tasted bitter on his tongue.

Eliott responded with what sounded like genuine confusion. “My date?”

“Yeah, with your mystery girl. Arthur told me about her, said you won’t shut up about her.” Lucas tried to keep his voice light, teasing. This was how friends talked to each other about who they were dating, right? Eliott didn’t answer right away, so Lucas looked up at him again, trying to gauge what his response would be.

Eliott looked caught between emotions, partially amused, partially confused, and partially afraid. “Arthur told you… and where did Arthur get his information?”

“From you? He said you talk his ear off about some girl in our potions class every night. If you aren’t careful he might try to feed you to Brian.” Was he doing ok at this platonic teasing thing? Or was it coming off weird? Well, they did like weird, he supposed. Lucas was so caught up in his own thoughts that he almost missed Eliott’s response.

“Even if I did have a mystery date… who said it would be a girl?”

All the breath went out of Lucas’ body at once, almost as if Eliott had punched him in the stomach. Had he said what Lucas thought he’d said? That couldn’t be right. There was no way…

But maybe there was. Eliott had sat by him in the Great Hall instead of anyone else. Eliott had told him he had supermodel eyes. Eliott had gone where he’d gone, had followed him to make sure he was ok on multiple occasions, had listed the smells of his Amortentia when Lucas had been embarrassed by listing his. Eliott had followed him on Instagram. Eliott had laid on the floor with him and drawn a hundred variations of his patronus just because he wanted Lucas to know he cared.

No, Lucas told his brain, stop it. Just because Eliott had said his mystery date wasn’t necessarily a girl, it didn’t mean it was Lucas. He was just teasing Lucas, seeing how he would react.

He looked up at Eliott and saw Eliott looking back. Lucas took a deep breath, and opened up the windows to his soul, letting Eliott see what was inside and do with it what he pleased. Neither of them were laughing anymore, all traces of humor gone from their faces. Lucas was serious in how he felt, and he wanted to know if Eliott was serious too. Am I the one you talk about at night?

Then Eliott opened up his eyes, his soul, at least a part of it, to Lucas, and the world was destroyed and rebuilt all within that single glance. Lucas saw himself reflected in Eliott’s eyes, but it wasn’t totally him. It was a version of himself that he didn’t realize existed, someone surprising, someone beautiful, someone worth loving. There was no mystery girl in Eliott’s eyes, only Lucas, and Eliott, and Lucas and Eliott.

I think I might kiss him, Lucas thought to himself, I think I might kiss him right here on this piano bench. They were already close, but not close enough. Lucas inched forward, bit by bit, taking much longer than he probably needed to, but still trying to work up the courage. He noticed Eliott was doing the same. He tilted his head up slightly, realizing he would have to do so to reach Eliott’s mouth. The thought was exhilarating to him for no reason at all. He realized then that maybe his life had been leading up to this moment. He had never met a person like Eliott before and he didn’t think that he ever would again. Everything before Eliott had been fake, had been Lucas wanting to live but being too scared. He didn’t think he was scared anymore.

Their noses brushed and Lucas closed his eyes slowly, savoring every moment. Eliott’s hand came to rest on his on top of the piano keys, their lips were so close, not even a breath of air between them. He felt like he could taste Eliott already. It took all of his willpower to not just grab Eliott by the face right there and join their lips, hungry and desperate. Lucas swallowed, jaw clenching slightly. Not afraid, never afraid with Eliott. Their top lips brushed…

“Oh thank goodness you guys are still here!”

They shot apart in an instant; Lucas nearly fell off the piano bench. Their intruder hardly seemed to notice, or care. Daphné was smiling at them, oblivious to everything she had interrupted.

“I left my prefect badge in here, did either of you see it while you were cleaning? Where did that piano come from?” She bent down to search the floor for her missing badge. Eliott hopped up off the piano bench, holding something small out for Daphné to take.

“I found this when I came in, but I didn’t know whose it was,” he offered. Lucas watched as her face went from worried to relieved, though he himself couldn’t feel anything but angry with her. It wasn’t her fault, but still.

“Thank you Eliott! You’re a lifesaver! I can’t imagine, if I would have lost it for real… I’d never live it down. Anyway, what are you two still doing here? You did a great job on cleaning up!” She smiled at the two of them eagerly. To his credit, Eliott smiled back. Lucas couldn’t make his face muscles do anything other than grimace and try not to show that he was hexing Daphné in his head. “I’ll walk out with you,” she finished.

Lucas waited for Eliott to refuse her offer, to tell her that they still had work to do before they left, but he simply nodded and looked to Lucas for confirmation, eyes duller than they had been a moment before. Had Lucas imagined everything after all?

He finally got up from the piano bench and made his way out of the room, trailing a few steps behind Eliott and Daphné, who were engaged in a conversation about the next inter-house unity club meeting. In the entry hall, at the bottom of the stairs Daphné turned to them both with a sad smile.

“I guess I have to leave you, my common room is by the kitchens, you know. Thank you so much for coming to movie night, Lucas, and thanks for helping clean up and finding my badge Eliott. You give inter-house unity a good name.” She kissed them both on the cheek before parting, nearly skipping her way to the Hufflepuff common room.

Lucas didn’t know what to do now that he and Eliott were alone again. “Walk you back to your common room?” Eliott suggested, gesturing a hand to the stairwell.

Lucas laughed, “Our common rooms are right near each other. You’re walking that way anyway.”

Eliott shrugged. “My mystery potions girl didn’t argue when I walked her home earlier,” he said with mock seriousness. Lucas laughed again and shoved Eliott lightly, making him stumble as they started up the stairs. The responding look Eliott gave Lucas almost made up for the fact that Daphné had interrupted them earlier. Almost.

Eliott was so full of light, brighter than the sun. Every look he gave Lucas was unique only to him, a secret the two of them shared. Lucas hoped that Eliott felt the same way, but he didn’t know if anyone, himself included, was physically capable of the rare beauty Eliott exuded and shared just by existing.

“Wait a minute,” Eliott said as they were halfway up their fifth set of stairs. Neither one of them had been moving particularly fast, but they were both a bit out of breath. Eliott steadied himself by placing a hand on Lucas’ shoulder, laughing through breaths. “Who designed this place?”

“Who decided we can’t apparate inside the castle grounds is a better question,” Lucas countered, “We’d get to classes so much faster. Not that I can apparate yet anyway.”

“No?” Eliott asked bewilderedly.

“Uh, no? You have to be seventeen. I don’t turn seventeen until July. Plus, apparition lessons for sixth years don’t start for a month or so.”

“Oh, right,” Eliott said, picking up his pace. Lucas hurried to try to match him, a difficult task on his much shorter legs.

“Are you going to do the apparition lessons?” Lucas asked once he caught up, then cringed internally. “I mean, of course you are, we can’t take the test unless we take the lessons.”

Eliott didn’t look at Lucas as he spoke. “I already have my apparition license.”

“Oh,” Lucas said in surprise, “That’s cool. Were the rules different at Beauxbatons?”

“No. I’m seventeen.”

Lucas waited for Eliott to elaborate, but it became clear after a moment that he wasn't going to. He tried not to feel disappointed. If Eliott didn’t feel like sharing personal details at the moment, he didn’t have to. Lucas changed the subject, joking about whether Harriet would rather murder Eliott for not paying attention in potions than unfollow him on Instagram. The relief was palpable off of Eliott when Lucas changed the subject, and Lucas tried not to worry about why.

Soon, too soon, they stood in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, the entrance to Lucas’ common room. “Thanks for walking me back, I know it was really out of the way,” Lucas joked.

Eliott smiled, less luminous than before. This smile had a more serious quality to it, almost like Eliott was bracing himself for something. His eyes flicked to the portrait and back to Lucas’ face. “This is where we say goodnight, then.”

“This is where we say goodnight, then,” Lucas repeated.

They stood there for a beat, just looking at one another. Tell me, Lucas urged, tell me now that I’m not making all this up. Tell me that you want this as much as I do. It was Eliott who looked away first. “Goodnight, Lucas.”

“Goodnight, Eliott.”

Eliott walked a few steps before turning back to look at Lucas over his shoulder. Similarly to the other day, Lucas was standing exactly where Eliott had left him. “Thank you,” Eliott said. It wasn’t what Lucas had been expecting, though he didn’t totally know what he had been expecting.

“For what?” He was genuinely curious.

“For showing me your soul. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Eliott answered simply. Lucas blinked in surprise as Eliott turned away once again and didn’t look back. That night Lucas would dream of pianos and Eliott and the universe and everything in between. He would see himself the way Eliott saw him, and he wouldn’t be afraid or ashamed of what he saw.

Then, he would wake up in the morning and forget he had dreamt anything at all.

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Episode: Don’t Go Into the Woods

Can all supernatural things potentially make the lights flicker?  I know demons and ghosts do, but has this been a thing for more straight up physical monster-monsters before?  I honestly can't remember.

I hate to be complaining about the Winchesters actually working a case just by themselves?  Especially with as rare of a thing as that’s become?  But let's be honest, I wouldn’t trust Jack with a mission as perilous as shopping.  He might kill somebody or destroy the world. Dabb & Co. have pointedly made him incapable of learning or understanding anything, so he's less a realistic character and more a dangerously idiotic plot bomb perpetually set to go off at random intervals. 

Who the Winchesters are now going to leave entirely unsupervised while Cas also just happens to be elsewhere.  Well, isn't that suspiciously convenient?  

Right now when he's just got his canon-breaking powers back and may not have a soul?  NOW is the time to leave him alone?  

O-kay, crippling brain damage for everybody is again necessary for this episode's events to happen, I see.

The only thing more frustrating than Jack being a perpetual shifting blob of whatever the plot calls for?  Is further manifestation of Dabb's desperation to write for a teen audience via the dumbass teenybopper trio returning.  Knew it was coming, still did not brace me for hating having to sit through it this much.  

I'm a little puzzled about they guy one being able to watch Ghostfacer videos.  I kind of doubt any teenager would notice the videos if they weren't being currently produced, and the Ghostfacers broke up last we saw them.  Did they somehow get back together after that episode with the lulzy anvilicious supposed parallels?  If they didn't and this kid is just trawling the Internet for videos that are at least five years old at this point, wouldn't whichever Ghostfacer it was who had gone off to run a business or whatever have had this shit scrubbed off the internet to avoid being made fun of by his colleagues?  Seriously, I am way way more interested in this probable continuity fail potential mystery than in anything about the teens themselves.

I don't have a lot to say about the case Sam and Dean were working. Again, it was fine.  New monster, okay.  I mean, it does seem like maybe a questionable choice to go for something that's similar to a monster the show has already highlighted (wendigo)?  But really, a lot of folklore monsters are variations across slightly different legends, so it's probably stranger we haven't had more similar monsters over the years.  It did at least look quite different and I thought it was cool how it melted. 

Local townie sheriff in denial and really obtusely insistent about coyotes snatching people out of bathrooms? Eh, I can go with that, I guess.  Though, what, was he planning on spending the next who knows how long of his life futilely trying to keep people out of the local woods for reasons he was going to just refuse to specify to anyone?  And he even kept going on about coyotes while his son was so blatantly campaigning to win the Most Likely to Wander Into the Woods for Revenge Award?  Kind of dumb, but I don't think it was too far over the threshold of unbelievably dumb. Yeah, it was all more than a little on the nose obvious about the sheriff knowing something such that the Winchesters were going to ultimately need his help.  Still, there was at least some Winchesters working together and Dean got a cool moment disarming the sheriff in the woods.  Though I'm not any less sick of yet again the rando of the week killing the monster while the Winchesters get knocked about, I'm kind of resigned to it at this point.  Dabb clearly finds believably competent characters actually getting to be competent unspeakably boring. 

So yeah, that part of the episode was mostly just there for me.  I was inordinately bugged by how during one of those conversations between sheriff guy and his son the show chose to toss in an egregious flashback to the dead girlfriend.  Like, do they think we as the audience have so little attention span we can't remember the kid is upset his girlfriend just died a few minutes ago in this same episode?  Or do they trust their actors so little to convey emotion they felt it was necessary to go DEAD GIRL IN YOUR FACE AGAIN, BOOM! at the audience?  There was that and the sheriff lecturing Sam & Dean about how they should just tell people monsters or real or put it on youtube – because that doesn't sound crazy and people can't make fake videos?  I feel like that was less a genuine moment and more like the something the writers stuck in because it's one of the complaints that's been circling the fandom for years.  Maybe I'm just cynical or the scene didn't come off too well, but I was less sympathizing with something that's actually a pretty reasonable response for someone blindsided by monsters being real and more rolling my eyes at his whining.  

Here's a poll, which is more stupid?  The cringe-y cluelessness of shoehorning in a dead horse of a fanfic cliché like, “We have movie nights on Tuesdays!”  Or that the writers continue to think annoying teenybopper canon fodder calling Dean old is cool/funny.  I can't decide!

Also, what are the writers wanting us to think about whether or not Jack has a soul?  Because I am having some trouble here believing that he doesn't have any soul left when this episode turns into him angsting about accidentally almost killing Whatsherface #2 and getting rejected by the teen trio even after “fixing” his “mistake”. I mean, if the writers are intending us to know but not for Cas and the Winchesters to, that's fine, but if this is meant to be a mystery I feel like it's a fail in terms of how they're writing potential soullessness because while I don't care all that much, I don't feel any doubt that he does.  Even if I am annoyed at the groundhog day feeling of this incident after we already sang this song over the security guard incident. 

I'm also not terribly impressed about the Winchesters arguing in the car over Dean's lying to Jack about needing someone to stay in the bunker.  If Sam really felt that strongly about it, why did he just agree?  Even if it was some bullshit don’t argue in front of the “kid” thing, he could have tacked on an addendum about being worried about Jack’s powers without contradicting what Dean said.  Oh, right, for the dramaz.  In the same way that the show careens wildly back and forth between treating Jack as a competent adult and a toddler with some kind of memory retention disorder, the way the Winchesters handle him makes just as much sense.  Speaking of lying, is it really that much better to tell a white lie about being worried about Jack being “comfortable” with his powers instead of finding a polite but honest way to say they suspect he'll accidentally kill people because he has no brains consistent control and an issue with overconfidence? 

I think there were some Dean fans that thought the thrust of that end conversation was to blame Jack almost killing some fools on Dean - but whether or not there were any intentional shades of that, it's too stupid for words.  Jack being badly written is Jack's problem, not any other character's prevarications.  If Jack didn’t learn back with the security guard, the idea any talkity-talking over reckless use of his powers at the beginning of this episode would have prevented what happened is ludicrous.  That’s only confirmed by spoilers I know about the rest of this season making it clear that even accidentally almost killing somebody outright here doesn’t teach him anything.  Because again, he’s written as largely incapable of learning.  Which, I guess there’s a weird pacifier-toting squad of infantilization-loving fans who are into that shit, but for my part?  Ew, no thanks.  I prefer characters with more personality than “helpless ball of woobified stupidity”.  I liked Jack well enough to begin with, but the more central they make him to the story, the more obviously deficient he is as a consistent and three dimensional character.

#writer incompetence #anti dabb #negativity for ts #anti jack kline #spn 14x16 #spn season 14 #long post

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Cupid Comes Calling (Two)

PART THREE HERE!

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“Tony, I have papers for you!” Pepper was cheery and bright as she set a stack on his desk. “Nothing like pre-broadcast work before the actual work begins, right?”

“Pepper, my love.” Tony smiled up at the pretty redhead. “If it were always you bringing me my paperwork, I might not hate it so much.”

“Oh stop that, you love looking so busy all the time.. We all know it makes you feel important.” She kicked out of her high heels and perched on the side of his desk. “And not to add to how important you feel, but the boss man really loved the spot we did on Sweethearts Cafe so he wants to do more of those as a fluffy filler pieces. He thinks it will be good for the community, us spotlighting smaller businesses.”

“That’s fine, if you and Sam put together a list for me--”

“Right here.” she handed him a post it. “We already have several to get us through the next few weeks and then we thought the station could hold a poll? People can call in and nominate small businesses they think are deserving of a little more attention.”

“I love it, sounds wonderful, thank you.” Tony kept scribbling away at his paperwork. “Anything else on your mind?”

“Wellllll….” she clicked her tongue. “Is there anything you want to talk to me about?”

“Nothing important.” Tony kept right on working. “I really liked that green sweater you wore yesterday, but it looked terrible against the background so maybe pull that one out of rotation, huh?”

“Oh, yes I will do that.” she nodded. “Yes, will do that.”

There was another moment of quiet and Tony sighed out loud. “Pepper, if you need to say something just say it.”

“Oh thank god.” Pepper’s eyes sparked teasingly. “What are your plans for Big and Blonde and Dark and Gorgeous for Valentines Day? Because Sam thinks you’re going to whisk them away for a romantic weekend, but I think you’re more of a homebody and will cook them dinner and wear those super tight pants you think we all don’t notice hugs your package.”

“Um--” The pen dropped from Tony’s hand. “This conversation derailed spectacularly, didn’t it? What in the hell are you talking about?”

“Valentines day.” she said impatiently. “First Valentines Day with Steve and Bucky? It’s a big deal and I am dying to know what you’re doing for them!”

“I have nothing planned.” Tony said slowly. “I mean, if they want me to come along for dinner or something then--”

“What do you mean, come along?” Pepper interrupted. “You don’t think they will make plans without you, do you? That would be very stupid.”

“I don’t know if they’ve made plans or not, but if they have I’m not going to intrude--”

“Tony, you know those boys love you, right?” She interrupted him again. “I mean, you know that right? They are complete doofuses and I don’t think they know they love each other or you quite yet, but you know they do, don’t you?”

“I don’t…” Tony coughed. “We haven’t said anything like that. Not-- no. We’ve only been spending time together since Christmas and--”

“Spending time together-- sorry, I’m interrupting you again, but honestly Tony, spending time together? That’s what you think you’re doing?” Pepper’s mouth fell open. “Are you kidding me with this?”

“Pepper--”

“You’ve been smiling more in the last six weeks than I’ve ever seen you smile and we’ve worked together for four years!”

“Pepper.”

“And don’t get me started on how dumb those boys are around you. I thought they were bad when they were only sleeping with each other but now that you are involved they are positively stupid about it all.”

“Pepper, honey--”

“You three should be planning the best Valentines Day ever because you are all ridiculously hot and so obviously in love.” She said firmly. “This is so stupid, you sitting here doing paperwork when you should be looking up kinky things to do with your hot boyfriends oh my--”

“Pepper!”

“What!”

“I love you.” Tony tugged her over the desk to kiss her cheek. “But you need to get to make up and go over your stories for tonight, so why don’t you let me finish my work and maybe we can get coffee after the broadcast.”

“Fine.” Pepper turned a darling nose in the air and sniffed. “But think about what I said.”

“It’s all I’ll think about.” Tony winked at her. “Get going.”

“I can’t wait to hear all the gossip.” She blew him a kiss. “See you out there, Mr. Stark.”

“Ms. Potts.” Tony went back to work the second his door closed.

He had way too much to do to spend any time thinking about Valentines Day.

*********************

“Oh my god, I have way too much to do to be thinking about Valentines Day.” Tony muttered but damn it he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Steve, not when he was wearing a dark red sweater that had no business fitting him so well.

And he certainly couldn’t look away from Bucky who actually split a seam in his dress shirt when he bent his arms/flexed/whatever to flash the camera a double thumbs up.

Steve looked like sin painted in red and the second the cameras were off him, Bucky really flexed and ruined the rest of his shirt and Pepper had to be prompted twice to stop staring and actually say her lines and Tony-- Tony could not stop thinking about Valentines Day.

“Hey sugar lips.” Bucky sidled up behind Tony and lay a soft kiss on the back of his neck. “Whatcha lookin’ at?”

“Nothing.” Tony closed the hotel app on his phone and put it away, turning around so Bucky could kiss him properly. “Please tell me you’re going to go put another shirt on, your sleeves are literally hanging in pieces.”

“Sam says I look like a Chippendale's dancer.” Bucky waved his arms, the sleeves only connected at his shoulders and down at his wrists. “Stevie says I look like a pirate. I think I look like a bird.” His pale eyes darkened playfully. “Whatcha think, Tony?”

“I think it was insanely hot that you flexed and ruined your shirt.” Tony admitted. “But also, Bucky why are you wearing shirts so small that you can rip them like that?”

“Oh it's your shirt.” Bucky told him, and Tony dropped his face into his hands. “Yeah, you left it at my place a few weeks ago and I didn’t have any clean shirts this morning and I gotta say--” he flapped his arms, the pieces of sleeves wafting in the air. “-- I didn’t realize I was so much bigger than you.”

“So you’re buying me a new shirt then, hm?”

“Uh. Yes.” A quick nod. “Yes, I’ll be buying you a new shirt.”

“Good.” Tony pursed his lips for another kiss and Bucky held him tight until Steve came along to pry them apart, demanding a turn of his own.

“Hey baby.” Steve chuckled quietly when he felt Tony clutch at his sweater as they kissed. “It’s a good color on me, right?”

“Yeah, it definitely is.” Tony stepped away and cleared his throat. “So listen. Valentines Day is this weekend and I don’t know what you guys usually do--”

“Drink pink things and have sex on counters.” Bucky answered helpfully, then oophed when Steve elbowed him. “I mean-- church. We do-- church.”

“We haven’t made any plans.” Steve pushed Bucky back behind him so the brunette wouldn’t say quite as many things. “But we have a few ideas, so we should all definitely talk about what we’re going to do. As a couple--” he thought for a second. “--threesome? Are we a threesome? There’s got to be a better name for that.”

“I’m sure there’s a better name for it.” Tony agreed. “Can we have dinner tomorrow night and figure something out?”

“Why do ya make it sound like it's a business meeting?” Bucky frowned around Steve’s shoulder. “It’s not a business meeting, I have every intention of getting both of you--” he reached up and ripped his mic off the ruined shirt. “--getting both of you naked and sexed the hell up, ain’t no business meeting about it.”

“Okay, what Bucky means--” Steve sighed. “--is that you tend to talk about date nights or hanging out as if it has to be scheduled in and have a syllabus--” Bucky raised an eyebrow and Steve elbowed him again-- “Don’t look so surprised, I know real words.”

“You guys think I treat date nights like meetings?” Tony echoed. “Are you serious?”

“Well --” Bucky scratched at his chin and Tony had to look way from the ripped sleeves so  he could roll his eyes. “--you ask twenty four hours in advance, set a time and place, text us a few times to confirm, leave in time to go get showered and all for work. Sorta seem like you treat them like a meetin’.”

“Oh.” Tony started to say something then stopped, started again and stopped with his mouth open. “Um-- well--I don’t mean to act like that. I just want to make sure-- With three of us there’s a lot of things to figure out and timing and being aware of everyone’s personal space and--”

“You can come over whenever you want, babe.” Steve checked to make sure no one was paying them much attention before stepping close and kissing Tony again. “I have no personal space. Come over whenever and however often you want. Hell, even if I’m not home you can come over. Take a shower, eat something, whatever you want to do.”

“Same, sugar.” Bucky assured him. “Don’t need to make a plan. Half th’time Stevie doesn’t even tell me he’s comin’ over, just shows up and gets nekkid--”

“That’s not exactly true--”

“--It’s completely true.” Bucky maintained. “And it don’t matter. M’always happy to see him just like I’d always be happy to see you.”

“Thanks.” Tony’s smile was bright enough that Bucky and Steve felt a little bad for not saying anything sooner. “That’s um-- I love that. Thank you. I will stop scheduling dates and just drop by.”

“Tonight?” Bucky asked hopefully. “You’ll drop by tonight? I’m going over to Stevie’s, why don’t you ride with us?”

“Tomorrow night.” Tony amended. “I have plans tonight with other friends so--”

“You have other friends?” Sam poked his head into their conversation. “Tony, you have other friends besides us? I’m shocked and appalled. And curious. Are your other friends hot?”

“I’m standing right here and definitely heard that.” Pepper poked Sam in the ribs. “Don’t ask about hot friends when you have been ignoring this hot friend for an entire week.”

“Have I been ignoring you, Pep?” Sam wound an arm around her waist, yanking her close for a kiss. “How do you know I haven’t just been making you wait for it so you’re all good and desperate come this weekend and give me all that good loving?”

“My god, and you guys fuss at us about our mics?” Bucky made a gagging motion. “That was terrible.”

“Bucky, earlier today you asked Steve to remember to pick up condoms and to make sure they were the magnums and not the off brand because they ripped last time.” Sam stated. “How is that not terrible?”

“But that’s a valid thing to say.” Bucky pointed out. “Last time they ripped so this time we gotta get the good ones.”

“But I had to hear it over my mic.” Sam argued back. “Which makes it terrible.”

“Magnum?” Pepper glanced down pointedly and Bucky sent her a sly wink. “How did I miss that conversation?”

“Annnnnnnnnd now we’re leaving.” Sam steered Pepper away from the conversation. “Have a good night guys!”

“Who are these mysterious other friends?” Steve turned back to Tony. “Anyone we know?”

“I realize this might shock you guys, but yes I have a life outside of the people I know from work.” Tony kissed them both on the cheek. “Tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, baby.” Bucky blew Tony a kiss as he headed for the door. “Damn he’s got a sweet ass.”

“Right?” Steve held up his hands in a frame, Tony’s butt square in the middle. “Got-damn do I love that wiggle.”

“So listen.” Bucky hooked their fingers together so they could leave for the night. “I picked up a few things that we can try out before trying them with Tony, you know? See which one’s we like the best?”

“Bucky.” Steve narrowed his eyes. “Did you buy edible underwear?”

“Why on earth would you think I--” Steve narrowed his eyes a little further and Bucky shrugged. “Alright fine, I couldn’t find any that I liked. So no. No edible underwear. You happy?”

“I’m not not happy.” A half hearted shrug. “And by the way, if it weren’t for your whole biting kink I’d be probably be more open to the edible underwear thing. But the last time you bit me I had a bruise on my hiney for like a week and a half.”

“Did you just call your ass your hiney?”

“I said what I said.” Steve was quiet for a few minutes as they pulled out into traffic, then-- “So what did you buy to try out?”

“I got a new lube.” Bucky said immediately. “Came in a bottle shaped like a dick. Had to order it online. It's red and sparkly and is supposed to smell like spiced apples. Came with a little sample size, figure you and me could try it out? Huh? Huh? Huh?”

“Dick shaped, spiced apple scented sparkly lube?” Steve’s hand landed rather north of Bucky’s knee, sliding upwards with clear intent. “That definitely sounds like it's going to be fun.”

“So so fun.”

*******************

“It was a good night for Rangers fans, real intense game yesterday evening, and we’re always happy when our team brings a win home. That’s all I’ve got for sports, back to you Sam.”

Steve wasn’t as cheerful as he usually was on camera, even if he had all his stats correct for once. In fact, he was barely smiling at all, his jaw set in an almost stern expression. He was turned a little to the side as well, not quite facing the camera and despite all of Tony’s jumping up and down and waving and pointing for him to turn and  several warnings in his ear piece, Steve stayed in the same position until they went to break.

“Damn it, Steve!” Tony was outright scowling as he stomped forward. “It’s sports, not obituaries! Smile! Face the camera! Why are you frowning! Jocks are supposed to be goofy, easy going guys, you are not supposed to look like you’re delivering a verdict!”

“Sorry Tony.” Steve muttered, turning just a little bit further away so his entire right side was hidden from view. “I’ll uh-- I’ll work on it.”

“....why are you turning away from me?” Tony’s scowl deepened. “Steve. Steve!”

“Hey hey hey.” Bucky slid between them, very casually blocking Tony’s view of Steve. “Hey, ain’t nothing to worry about sweetheart. Steve’s um--” a glance behind him. “Well, Steve is-- okay here’s the thing, Steve is-- um. Well, the thing about Steve is--”

“What’s the thing about Steve?”

They both jumped when Tony raised his voice and he stepped away, hands raised apologetically. “Shit, I’m sorry. I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to yell at you, Steve I didn’t mean to yell at you either. I’m having a rough day and Steve honestly, you’re looking terrible on camera right now and I hate that. You are way too hot to look bad on camera.”

“What’s going on, sweetheart?” Steve still didn’t turn, but he shifted very concerned eyes in Tony’s direction. “You didn’t have fun with your friends last night? Too much paperwork this morning? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Tony batted Bucky’s hand away when it landed on his ass. “Bucky stop trying to squeeze my butt, it won’t make me feel better. And really, I’m fine. I’m just tired and stayed up too late with my friends and-- Bucky! My ass is fine!”

“Hell yeah it is.” Bucky dropped a kiss on Tony’s hair. “Just try to relax honey. I’ll take you home with me tonight, take care of you.”

“Wait, I thought the three of us were going to have a date night.” Tony leaned into the kiss so Bucky gave him another. “Steve are you going to come too?”

“Uh nope.” Steve shook his head quickly. “Nope, not tonight. Had a change of plans.”

“I don’t--” Tony looked between them curiously. “You had a change of plans? From having sex with--”

“Mics!” Pepper called cheerily. “Thank you!”

“--from spending time with me and Bucky?” Tony finished. “What else could you possibly have to do? I thought we were going to figure out plans for Valentines Day.”

“Steve needs to--” Bucky cleared his throat. “Steve has to go to the doctor after work. Just a quick check up. Nothing serious. He has a--ahem-- he has a rash? But it’s not like a gross one, it’s just a regular sort of... thing”

“We’re back in five Tony!”

“Okay!” Bucky clapped his hands loudly. “Okay well we will not be talking about Steve’s rash, he will keep sort of facing away from everyone and everything’s just fine. Here we go.”

The rest of the broadcast went off without a hitch, as long as Tony didn’t count Steve sitting fucking sideways, but as soon as they were off the air Bucky went right back over to Steve’s desk, yanking him out of the chair and dragging him back to Tony’s office.

“Tony, we have something to tell you.” Bucky shut and locked the door and Tony looked up in surprise. “It's sort of my fault that Steve was acting so weird during broadcast and I feel bad about it, but I don’t want you to be mad at just him so I'm just going to tell you what happened.”

“I’m not mad.” Tony told them, leaning back in his chair. “Just sort of annoyed I guess. Long day and all that. So what happened? Why is it Bucky’s fault and Steve-- OH MY GOD what the hell happened to your face?”

Tony rushed around his desk to grab Steve’s jaw, turning his face so he could see the rash spreading up his cheek. “Steve, what the hell? Does this hurt?” he touched the red bumps lightly and Steve hissed. “How did this happen? Did you use a new face cream or moisturizer or--?”

He frowned. “It’s in a weird shape, too. Are you alright, babe?”

“Bucky?” Steve sounded supremely annoyed. “Would you like to tell the story or should I?”

“I’ll tell it.” Bucky breathed out slowly. “But Tony, when you hear this story keep in mind that it’s actually a good thing that this happened, because it could have been much much worse if you would have been involved, okay?”

“....Okay?” Tony sat on his desk, tugging at Steve so he’d come stand between his knees. “So tell me what happened.”

“I bought a new lube.” Bucky began, tsking when Steve grimaced over another light touch on his chin. “And it came with a sample tube so I thought Steve and I would try it out first--”

“Smart, you never want to wait for a holiday to break out a new lube for the first time.” Tony nodded, scooting Steve closer and slipping his hands under the dress shirt to get to soft skin, massaging at Steve's back to try and get him to relax. “What was the lube like?”

“Scented like spiced apples.” Bucky said with a grin, but Steve frowned and added, “--and it came in a container shaped like a dick.”

“So Bucky got it because it was shaped like a dick.” Tony nodded. “Got it.”

“That but also because it was red and sparkly.” Bucky defended. “Very Valentines Day themed. I was trying to make it romantic.”

“It sounds very romantic, babe.” Tony was genuinely making an effort to pay attention, but Steve was warm and solid against him and god it had been a long day and he sort of just wanted to fall into bed with his boyfriends-- boyfriends? They could say that, right?-- and sleep until the weekend. “So what happened?”

“Well, I put some on.” Bucky continued hesitantly. “And it warmed up real nice and sort of tingled and it smelled nice…”

“Yeah?” Tony leaned away when he felt Steve tense. “And then--?”

“And then some got on Steve’s face and he broke out.” Bucky finished. “So yeah. It’s a lube break out. Apparently his skin is super sensitive, so it’s a good thing that I used it first and it’s even better that we figured out Steve can’t handle it before we slathered it other places, ya know?”

“I’d say it’s definitely better.” Tony nodded, but then-- “How did Steve get it on his cheek though? Because I’ve had quite a bit of sex in my day, and I’ve never had lube on my face.”

“Uh well--” Bucky coughed. “Well you know--” another cough. “The lube was on me, right? And Steve was down on his knees--”

“The lube was on you though.” Tony emphasized. “Like on your dick. Was Steve tasting it? Why didn’t he just dip his finger in the-- Wait.”

Bucky tried to hide a smile behind his hand when Tony peered a little closer at Steve’s face. “Wait, it's in a real weird shape. A very oddly specific shape about the same length as--” a sharp glance at Bucky’s lap. “Steve, why is there a dick print of lube on your face?”

“Because I was gonna blow him.” Steve muttered and something like a snort escaped from Bucky when Tony asked, “With your face!?”

“No, but we were joking around and Bucky sorta--” Steve touched his face gingerly. “You know, he sorta-- you know how when you’re gonna go down on someone and he sorta slaps you with his dick?”

“When I’m gonna go down on someone and he slaps me with his dick.” Tony repeated. “No. No I have literally never gone down on someone and got dick slapped. That's not--nope. Blowjob would be over if that happened. Who does that?”

“You’ve never--” Bucky’s cheeks heated. “You’ve never did a little slappy slap? Or got a little slapping yourself?”

“You’re asking me if I have whipped my dick out and slapped a partner across the face with it.” Tony kept blinking at the redness sweeping up Steve’s cheek. “Is that-- is that something you guys do?”

“I was trying to be sexy!” Bucky said loudly, getting a little defensive as Tony’s eyes started crinkling with laughter. “Stevie’s gorgeous down on his knees and we were playing around a little bit so I had to establish a little dominance!”

“A little dominance.” Tony started to giggle. “Just establishing dominance on the one side? Just on this one cheek? Why not the other side as well?”

“It’s not funny Tony!” Steve huffed. “My face hurts!”

“And I’m real sorry about that babe, but you know--” a chuckle that Tony tried desperately to smother. “-- I’m sure doctors have seen every sort of lube related injury, including a rash from what looks like a rather vigorous dick slapping!”

“God dammit.” Steve pushed away as Tony dissolved into full on laughter. “Bucky, you never get to pick out our lube again.”

“I guess it’s works out that you’re not the type of guy to go right to blowing someone! Good thing it’s only a cheek slap!”

“I hate both of you. Valentines Day is canceled.” Steve grumbled under his breath as he stomped away, yanking at the door a few times before he remembered it was locked and flipping both the brunettes off as he left.

“Okay but seriously.” Tony sobered up for a moment after Steve had left. “Is he okay?”

“Oh he’s fine.” Bucky brushed him off. “It only stings a little, he took some allergy stuff already, we called urgent care and they said he can come by for some meds that will clear it up in twenty fours. Light soap and clean water and it will be fine.”

“And you didn’t break out at all?”

“Nah, my bits are fine.” Bucky took Steve’s place between Tony’s knees, running his hands through Tony’s hair and tipping his head back for a long kiss. “Wanna take 'em for a test drive?”

“We should probably go with Steve to the doctor.” Tony pointed out. “Right?”

“Ugh, fine.”

“And also?” Tony slid into his jacket. “For the record you’re never slapping me with your dick.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it!” Bucky called, then to the tune of Love Shack-- “Dick slap! Baby, dick slap! Come and get your--”

“WHY AM I EVEN DATING YOU OH MY GOD!”

******************

#ncts fics #stuckony #valentines #commissions #tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes #pepper potts

[underimagines]

falling in love at a coffee shop (asgore/reader)

Summary: “You meet one of your top-tier clients. Oh no, he’s cute.”

3k-Kofi Poll Results Drabble - Asgore/Reader, SOULmate AU: Humor, Fluff, & Romance (with just a dash of Angst™)

read it on ao3 / buy me a coffee

That guy had been staring at you for over ten minutes.

Not non-stop, of course, or else you’d have called the cops by now. But he kept glancing at you every so often, and you were starting to get nervous.

He was a big guy, a blonde Monster that reminded you of a minotaur. You didn’t feel any malicious intent rolling off him—not with that Hawaiian print shirt and khaki shorts combo, at least. Didn’t mean you felt any better about it, though. You just wanted some coffee, man.

Aside from that, you had much bigger things to worry about than the blooming possibility of a stalker. Like work, which you had in two hours. For a ten-hour shift. That you’d woken up an hour ago for. God, this sucked.

Work sucked. Life sucked. Everything sucked.

You took another swig of your cappuccino. Things sucked a little less.

It was still dark out, too, which meant that you were going to be stuck in your dead-end of a job for the better part of what was supposed to be a pretty nice day.

Maybe you could call in sick? Two hours seemed like a fine range of warning. You rubbed your temples, groaning into your arms. No, you couldn’t do that. You needed the money.

In that case.

You made it through three extra sugar packets to your already saccharine caffeinated slush of a drink, when a soft, baritone voice echoed from right behind you.

“Excuse me.”

The small shock caused you to jump, but thankfully, you caught your cup before it could tip. Which was more than just relieving, because it was scalding. Your “admirer” had the decency to look ashamed when you whirled around, fixing him with a death glare.

“Yeah?” Usually you weren’t so snippy, especially with strangers. But it was early, and you were tired.

“My apologies for disturbing you.” He began again, in a low, rumbling voice that made your palms feel sweaty. Turns out he was a lot bigger up close. This guy had to be, what? Six, seven-and-a-half feet? Maybe eight if you were pushing it. “But I couldn’t help but notice the symbol on your shirt. You work for D.T. Corp, correct?”

You glanced down, eyeing the tiny logo. It was like an abstract heart, almost square in shape, with a line running through the middle. Too avant-garde for your tastes, but at least it stuck out. The place had a nice reputation, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary that you got attention for it.

“Yeah, can I help you with something?” Your voice tipped more into customer-service mode instinctively, and you cringed. It was such an automatic response, you hated it.

The Minotaur…or whatever he was, gave you an awkward, shy smile. It was such a genuinely warm expression. Suddenly the room felt several degrees too warm for comfort.

“Ah, I am sorry to bother you. But I have important business to attend to at your workplace.”

Then it clicked. You knew you’d seen his face before. He was Asgore Dreemurr, the Ruler of the Monster Kingdom. Talk about your “TIFU” scenarios.

“I was expecting someone…taller.” You offered, giving him a small grin.

Asgore smiled back, the tension melting from his expression. “Ah, I get that often.”

The smile grew as you leaned back, patting the empty chair next to you. “If you’re in need of assistance, please, sit. I’ll be happy to help however I can, Your Highness.”

“Please, just Asgore is fine.” He waved a hand dismissively, settling onto the tiny booth-seat as best he could. It creaked under his weight. Jeez, he was big.

You coughed to clear your thoughts, taking another sip of your drink. “So, what can I help you with, Asgore?”

“Well, you see.” He reached around himself, pulling a small manila envelope. It was surprisingly crisp, and not at all wrinkled, despite being in what you assumed was his back pocket. “In this document I received, it stated that I would need a human witness with me to sign the procedural papers so that we could go ahead with the Reformation Plan.”

His smile dropped a bit at the edges, “However. The only human I am acquainted with would be our ambassador, a young child named Frisk. Given the circumstances, I’m afraid I could not ask them for their assistance. I was hoping that, possibly, I could ask a worker to find someone who’s available to take their place?”

You nodded sagely. Though you didn’t know much about this ambassador, you’d heard of them enough to know that your superiors were adamant that the proceedings take place in the presence of an adult committee. “Alright, so the meeting is…?”

He wrung his hands together. “In a week’s time.”

“And you need a volunteer witness to oversee a legal signing?”

Another nod. “Yes.”

“Understood.” Draining the rest of your coffee, you sighed. It was going to be a busy day. You hadn’t even clocked in yet and you were “on-the-job.” But there was no pussy-footing around this one, this guy was a big client. “Why don’t we meet at the administration building in, say…a few days, and we can speak to the front desk about finding an open appointment for one of our volunteers to assist you?”

It looked like you’d just offered him the world on a silver platter. “Oh, thank you! I would appreciate it.”

“No problem sir, we strive to offer our clients the best in customer service.” Your tone was steadily dropping into a “pre-trained” manner you’d grown very used to using over the phone. It was an unintentional instinct, but highly effective for the general position you had.

“That’s a relief to hear. I greatly appreciate your help!” When he smiled, the tips of two tiny fangs poked out from his upper lip. His eyes crinkled at the edges, one blue, one amber. Both sparkled in admiration. You hoped he didn’t catch you staring.

‘Get it together, agent.’

Like planned, you met up with Mr. Dreemurr at the end of the week. He was just as warm and friendly as when you’d first met him, though with an air of respectfulness that exuded from him like the floral scent he always carried. When it came to business, he seemed to take things seriously, which was both a great relief and a slight surprise to you.

It was his outfit that caught you off-guard the most. A long, royal purple robe encased his form from shoulder to feet, dragging ever-so-slightly on the floor. The shoulder-plates were thick and coated with ornate designs that put your Vera Bradley bag to shame.

He was big, bold, and bashful in a way that reminded you vaguely of Prince Adam from Beauty and the Beast. Considering you’d had a crush on said Prince from a very young age, you were beginning to regret lending your assistance to the royal. He was just too adorable for you to maintain a professional view, dammit.

His largeness just made things even tougher. It was difficult to keep a pleasant distance inside the terribly cramped elevators. It was obvious that he was trying to give you room, as much as he could, but you were still pressed into the fabric of his cape just enough that you could make out the flexing of muscles beneath. One of his hands sat on your shoulder, keeping you upright as he attempted to shift around the tiny space. He smelled so sweet and your entire body was flushed from head to toe with the heat of his body.

And the worst part? Asgore had no idea about the effect he had on you.

It was either that, or he was tormenting you for fun. You’d had a lot of clients who you were attracted to, physically, but you were quickly finding Mr. Dreemurr to be more charming than you’d ever expected.

The silence buzzed as you pressed against a wall, trying desperately to drown out the pounding of your heart with the dull hum of the elevator. Asgore shifted his weight, eyes glued to the far corner.

“So…again, I greatly appreciate your help. Genuinely. This has all been so…” He looked at a loss for words.

“Stressful?” You offered.

“I was going to say Tirritating, but that works too.” The monster chuckled gently. “Tiring and irritating.”

“Ah, I understand that.” You nodded solemnly. There were times when you often felt smad—your preferred phrase for anxious or melancholic scenarios. “So, um. How are things going? About the whole…erm. I mean. How are you adjusting to the Surface?”

His gaze softened considerably, smile hazy and faraway. “It’s changed quite a bit since the last time I was able to see it. Humans have evolved in so many ways. The technology today is amazing.”

Asgore turned to you, eyes shimmering with excitement. “My companions are teaching about how to use the Under—uh, Internet. So far I’ve become rather well-versed in may-mays.”

Did he mean memes? Ohmygod, he was precious.

“Oh?” You bit back the urge to giggle, “And how’s that going for you?”

Somehow, he perked up even more. “Wonderfully! I’ve recently become fond of a particular may-may that involves one person holding another’s flower before they descend into battle! Oh, and everything with the bees!”

“Bees?”

Asgore nodded. “My hobbies include gardening, so I’m quite used to having insects around. I’ve never been afraid of bees, oh, but Asriel was so afraid of them…!”

He stopped then. You watched the life drain from his movements, only understanding the shift when he glanced at you with sad, watery eyes. “Asriel was my son…he did not make it out of the Underground.”

“Oh…I’m sorry to hear that.” The horror of the statement sank into your gut, pummeling you with an unnecessary guilt. You had nothing to do with his son’s passing, but you still felt terrible. Like you’d somehow provoked the resurfacing of this memory.

A thick tension filled the small space, broken only by the soft hum of the elevator continuing to rise. Just as you moved to say something, trying to lift the mood, the elevator dinged. It came without warning, and you jumped a bit.

“Oh!” Asgore smiled, but his eyes were downcast. “We are here. I will let you lead the way.”

You clamped your lips shut, scurrying into the hall before you ultimately said something to make the situation worse. Stupid. You should have just kept your mouth shut. Kept your head down. It was against protocol to get friendly with clientele, and there was no doubt that the King of Monsterkind was not an exception. No matter how charming, or kind, or cute he was—

“Um, are you okay?” You jumped again. Asgore was leaning close to you as you walked, his large stride able to keep pace with your hurried steps with ease. He looked very concerned. “You look as if something is bothering you.”

“Oh—uh—no!” The words tumbled from your mouth gracelessly. “I’m just thinking about…work I’ll have to finish later today. Projects and all. Nothing huge.”

Ohmygod, shut up. You’re embarrassing yourself.

“Wowie! What branch of the corporation do you work for, if I may ask?”

“I’m a receptionist,” you replied bluntly. “It’s not a very prestigious job, but it has to be done. The company would fall apart without me.”

That was very unlikely, but you liked to think it anyway. It gave you a sense of self-importance and confidence in the workplace. Asgore nodded.

“I see! You seem very personable and friendly, I’m sure you’re very good at your job.”

Heat crawled up the back of your neck, a flush spreading across the bridge of your nose. “Oh, really? Thank you, sir, that means a lot to me.”

He gave you that sweet, simple smile again. Your heart pounded.

Dammit, dammit, dammit. You had to get out of this situation before you said something that could get you fired.

“So…why me?” Wait, that made no sense without context. “I mean, why me out of everyone else? I’m sure there are plenty of other highly qualified individuals who were available—we tend to pay legal officials to come in for most signings. Not that I’m not happy to help, of course.”

“Ah. Well,” Asgore began, a pink flush spreading across the ends of his ears. “I suppose you could say, out of convenience?”

“Oh.” Yeah that made sense. Kind of. “Well, I did offer, so you’ve got me there. I’m glad to be of service, though.”

“I’m glad to have your service!” He beamed. “Ah, but if I do recall, you seemed to recognize me, right? I suppose my reputation precedes me.”

You nodded. “It certainly does, Mr. Dreemurr. The entire corporation has been buzzing about your presence. We’re all very excited and lucky to have your patronage.”

“That’s wonderful to hear.” Asgore chuckled softly. “Though I do have to admit, I feel a bit guilty.”

“Guilty? About what?” Oh man, was this gonna be another sadness bomb? You braced yourself, just in case.

“Well, I was not entirely truthful about my reason for noticing you in the crowd.”

Oh. Well that was…slightly relieving. You cocked your head, trying to ignore the fluttery feeling in your stomach. “Now I’m a little worried. You haven’t been stalking me, have you?”

“Goodness, no!” He was quick to reply, looking shocked. “I just…well…that is to say…”

You stopped outside the office door. Asgore gently placed a paw over your shoulder. Your ears were pounding with the thrum of your heart.

“Have you ever heard of SOULmates?”

It felt like the world came to a sudden stop. Those words seemed to flip some switch inside you. Or maybe your feelings were finally bubbling to the surface. The words hung on the tip of your tongue, trembling and joyous.

“Y…Yes. But aren’t those just myths? N-Not to sound rude, of course.”

He just smiled. Your body fizzed with energy. “I suppose it would, after so long. But they are very…very real. And I happen to think…that we might be?”

“What would give you that idea?” It tumbled out before you could stop it, your natural curiosity overriding the urge to accept the idea blindly.

“Perhaps you cannot see it, but…here, let me try something.”

Then, standing outside the door to your boss’s office, King Asgore engaged you in battle.

Not literal battle, of course. But everything went dark, then…monochrome? The world looked like it was filled with a grid, the perfect setting for a battleground. Asgore stood before you, bathed in blacks and whites. Something small and spade-shaped floated in his outstretched palm.

Was that…his SOUL? You’d heard that Monsters had physical interpretations of SOULs, but you’d never seen one before. Looking closer, you saw that it wasn’t spade-shaped at all. It was an upside-down heart.

“Wow,” you whispered. Asgore’s eyes were filled with warmth as he gestured for you to look down.

You did.

It was an incredible sight.

Your SOUL, glowing like star in the dark of night. The color shimmered from top to bottom, almost gradient-like in tones. But obviously and unmistakably your most prominent trait.

“Is this…my SOUL?” You couldn’t help but ask, though you already knew the answer. SOUL research was common at D.T. Corp, but given your low ranking position, you’d never really been involved with any of it. The closest you’d gotten to seeing a human SOUL were the fake display models they kept out for visitors to look at.

But seeing the real thing was so much better.

“It’s so warm,” You murmured, cupping your hands beneath the tiny bouncing heart. As Asgore stepped forward to approach you, the glow brightened considerably. A shyness pooled through you when he chuckled.

“That glow is the sign. I suppose Monsters are more attuned to Magic than humans have been for centuries. Of course, this is an issue we’re trying to rectify. Though I suppose, we’ll have to take baby steps working our way up.”

You looked up at him, watching as his expression tensed. “That is to say…I was actually not going to tell you. Until later of course. But I felt, before we continued our business together, that it would be more beneficial to us both if you knew.”

All you could do was nod. It was against company policy to date clients, so it was good that he’d told you. And at the same time, your mind reeled.

Soulmates were a real thing. And you had a Soulmate! And he was a king! And also your client! And a Monster! The King of Monsters!!

Asgore reached out to steady you as you wobbled. “Ah, I knew this was too much. Please, put it out of your mind for now. We’ll have plenty of time to talk about things after business is taken care of. If you wish to, of course. If not, I would understand.”

His eyes flashed sadly, like he was expecting you to reject him. Without thinking, you blurted, “Of course!”

He looked up, then, a small expression of shock on his face. You scrambled to rectify your statement. “Of course, I would like to…discuss matters with you. After all, perhaps this situation could be beneficial to us both…in more ways than one?”

Mr. Dreemurr smiled. “I look forward to it. Ah. But for now, perhaps we shouldn’t keep them waiting. We’ve been standing out here for a while now.”

Ohmygod, you had, hadn’t you? It was an extremely lucky coincidence that hardly anyone was out in the hall, because you weren’t quite ready to accept the news yourself.

You had a soulmate.

You’d met your soulmate.

And he wanted your company.

He wanted you.

The realization sent a surge of child-like joy up your spine. For now, you could push future complications under the rug. Anything problematic that you had to deal with, you could certainly deal with later.

For now, you were happy.

The 3rd Ko-Fi Goal has been reached! I had a lot fun with this one, even if it is kind of open-ended. What would you do if you found out you were SOULmates with one of your company's biggest clients? I'd spontaneously combust on the spot.

- Mod Mellow

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A lot of the debate around black NFL players kneeling to protest police killings and racism seems to take place in a historical vacuum. The history of athletes and protest is seldom mentioned and, what’s worse, the reason why Colin Kaepernick and his comrades began protesting during the national anthem has been drowned out in the shouting. On #MAGA twitter, flooded in recent weeks with angry mobs calling for a boycott of the NFL, various images have been making the rounds depicting Martin Luther King Jr. with his hand over his heart in respect for the American flag. One photo was accompanied by a message saying MLK “didn’t take the knee in protest of the flag or the anthem, he took the knee in prayer to God.” It was followed by the hashtag #BoycottNFL.

Invoking King’s name on the right is nothing new — ahistorical versions of King have been used to defend gun ownership, racial discrimination, and the Republican Party. In this current climate surrounding the NFL protests, King has once again been transformed into a malleable symbol for rampant deployment by people trying to tell protesters and black people today to shut up. One of the biggest problems with all of this is that it is based on complete fiction and total ignorance of who King actually was and what he actually believed. It is also particularly vile when used to try to suppress protest against police killings.

The same pattern applies to Rosa Parks and her civil disobedience against segregation on public buses. It applies to the civil rights movement in general. Caricatures have been created after being sanitized, historically revised, and made palatable for mass consumption and abuse by crass politicians. It is these sanitized versions that are made into statues, given national holidays, and may one day end up on U.S. currency.

An important and groundbreaking new book coming out in January digs deep into this manufactured mythology surrounding King, Parks, and other figures and movements. It is called “A More Beautiful and Terrible History: The Uses and Misuses of Civil Rights History.” Its author is Jeanne Theoharis, a distinguished professor of political science at Brooklyn College in New York. Her previous book, “The Rebellious Life of Mrs. Rosa Parks,” won an NAACP image award and other accolades. Theoharis joined us last week on Intercepted. Below is a transcript of the entire, unedited interview.

Jeremy Scahill: 

Jeanne Theoharis, welcome to Intercepted.

Jeanne Theoharis: 

Thanks for having me.

Jeremy Scahill: 

Before we get into some of these specific examples, I’m just wondering about your overall view of how key historical figures or moments in the civil rights movement are kind of used or inaccurately portrayed in our current discourse, either by politicians or by ordinary people having arguments online.

Jeanne Theoharris: 

I mean I think what we’ve seen, and this has happened over the past number of decades and I would argue since really Reagan changes his position and signs the King holiday, is the kind of creation of a national fable of the civil rights movement.

And so now the civil rights movement is used to make Americans feel good about themselves. You know, from 50th anniversary commemorations of the March on Washington, to the Selma to Montgomery march, from the dedication of King’s statue on the Mall, from the statue of Rosa Parks in Statuary Hall. All of these events have become places where we now celebrate the United States, where we feel so good about the progress we’ve made.

And I think in the process, these kind of dangerous ideas about what the civil rights movement was, what it entailed, how it went forth have become cemented. And so, as you’re implying politicians, citizens, constantly invoke the civil rights movement in the present to justify certain kinds of positions, to chastise contemporary movements; whether it’s Black Lives Matter, whether it’s Colin Kaepernick’s stand that has now turned into a much broader stand by athletes. We’re constantly being bombarded with, “This is not what King would do.” You know, “Be like King, be like Parks,” that strip and utterly distort what the civil rights movement was and what people like King and Parks actually did and stood for.

Jeremy Scahill: 

Well, in fact you had this meme floating around online, of Martin Luther King and one of his advisers, standing hand over heart in front of an American flag and the message there was, “Martin Luther King stood for the American flag, he’s not like Colin Kaepernick or any of these other black athletes that are engaged in this.”

Jeanne Theoharris: 

Right and you then we also saw the King Center and Bernice King tweet a couple weeks ago basically how unpopular Martin Luther King was. You know, what it took to be like him.

And then some of the comments, you may have seen this, to Bernice King’s Twitter was literally like, “you’re defacing the memory of Martin Luther King,” and you’re like: do you know who this is? Like, do you understand?

I mean so this idea of what King was and who King was has completely become separated from like what the life of Martin Luther King was like and what particularly his political life from 1955 to his assassination, 1968, actually looked like, and what Americans thought of him at the time.

Jeremy Scahill: 

Right, and we interviewed Tavis Smiley who wrote an excellent book about the last year of King’s life, where King was basically disinvited to everything. He was no longer embraced by the mainstream of the civil rights movement and he was increasingly denouncing US imperialism talking about how “my own government is the greatest purveyor of violence on earth.” It’s the one King quote that I would love to see at an NFL game, when they have all the rockets and the war craft flying over it. Let’s put that Martin Luther King quote up about the US government being the greatest purveyor of violence on earth.

Jeanne Theoharris: 

Absolutely, but I think we also need to remember that even the King at the high water mark of 1963, is not popular. So, in Gallup poll, the week before the March on Washington, two-thirds of Americans don’t support the March on Washington. You have Congressman denouncing it as un-American. And in the wake of the March on Washington, the FBI and the Kennedys, this is the moment when you see the escalation of surveillance of Martin Luther King, to kind of wall-to-wall surveillance of him. They call him a demagogue, the most dangerous. Even in this moment, right? We’re not even at ’67 King, with the public speech against the War in Vietnam, we are at King and the March on Washington, and that King is seen as dangerous and that King is surveilled. Right? It’s not just ’67 and ’68 King.

Jeremy Scahill: 

Let’s talk about that King in the earlier 1960s, when the public figure of Martin Luther King became a hotbed issue for all kinds of debate and discussion. What were media outlets and sort of broader liberal society saying about the tactics that Martin Luther King and others in that movement were using?

Jeanne Theoharris: 

I mean, again, if you look at polls in the early 60s, most Americans do not agree. They don’t agree with the Freedom Rides, they don’t agree with the sit-ins, they don’t agree that the civil rights movement is the way to go. They don’t believe — again, with the March on Washington, there’s this mob justice. They’re constantly paranoid about violence. They constantly talk about violence, even though there’s no violence.

I’ve been particularly interested, partly because of my own work, which focuses a great deal on the civil rights movement outside of the South, how King is received outside of the south. And if we look at how King, for instance, was received in California in the early 60s, and this is before 1965, Watts Uprising.

King is in and out of LA a number of times in the early 60s, including in 1964. In 1963, after much work and much civil rights activities, you see California pass a fair housing law, and white people go crazy, realtors go crazy. And they get on the ballot, Prop 14 in 1964, on the November ballot which is going to be the presidential election, and basically trying to repeal this law.

And King comes multiple times, right? There’s a massive civil rights campaign in the state to try to keep the law and to vote no on the proposition. And King is repeatedly called a communist, King is picketed, King is denounced for that work in California in 1964. And then we will see, white Californians by a 3:1 margin vote for Prop 14 in 1964, and they sent Lyndon Johnson back to the White House, but they, still, like in my home, I don’t want any fair housing laws. And what King will call this is a vote for ghettos, right? Because that’s what it’s about.

And so, he’s not popular in the north when he’s talking about — I mean, he writes this really beautiful thing that most people have not read in the couple months after Watts, where he’s basically like, “You invite me to your cities, and you sit up there with all this regalia, and you praise the actions of Southern black people, but, you know, when talk turns to condition local conditions, basically it’s polite but firm resistance.”

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[citrusrei]

Synthesize Me.

Reader x Taehyung Robot!AU Summary: When the CEO of Lovecraft Robotics assigns you the job of creating the ‘Perfect’ boyfriend, will it just be another project? Or will something deeper blossom? Genre: Fluff, Gets kinda hot n heavy in dis, ANGST (of course), future smut Word Count: 7.3k

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AN: You guys, it’s been so long but I am back and bettah than evah with another series lol. It’s probably not going to be tooooo long, like maybe 5 parts or so? My original plan was to make it one whole long one but decided with this in the end. I hope you all enjoy it! <3 tae has been fucking me up so haslkdjlaksl I got a lot planned for this character lol (also the paragraphs that are italicized are a flashback!)

       "Ah," you yawned, bringing the back of one hand to your mouth as the other clicked furiously away at the keyboard in front of you, "Nearly. Finished."

The project you'd been assigned a bit more than a month ago was almost complete and you didn't know if you were excited or terrified. Maybe a bit of both?  

The code you were currently typing was merely a test run, in all honesty. Once it was finished, you could boot up the subject and correct any flaws or errors that it had. Which, you didn't mind if it did because at least you'd finally be able to see the being you'd been creating for the past 4 weeks. Working on its genetic makeup, the perfect emotional control, the impeccable AI that learned as quickly as the blink of an eye and after researching numerous polls and statistics of how people enjoyed their men, not only on appearance but personality as well, you'd typed up the ultimate boyfriend. Its coding was right here in front of you on the black computer screen lettered in green, blocky font. With the tap of just a few more buttons, the final enter was pressed, and then it was complete; well, not completely complete.  

The perfect code for the perfect boyfriend? Why would anyone need that? Well, the company you worked for; Lovecraft Robotics, was known for this kind of thing. It's a lonely world out there, isn't it? And everyone is deserving of love, but when you can't find it in the flesh; artificial is the next best thing!

Your company was known for its Perfect girlfriend models, the newest one released last year had won numerous awards and was praised beyond recognition. So, it was the people who preferred men's turn! Lovecraft Robotics was to unveil its new, sexy, steamy, Perfect boyfriend. Emphasis on perfect. Capable of learning from its mistakes, saying "I love you" at the perfect moments, and not to mention it's undeniable and insatiable lust for pleasing you oh so right!  

You, being the mastermind behind one of last year's model's biggest weapons, the CEO of the company was quick to assign you as Chief Coder and in charge of the whole Perfect Boyfriend branch. You'd be working hands on, in completing the world's first Artificial Boyfriend and the public would be ecstatic when it was announced.

At first, you were a mess. It was such a big deal, and such a massive assignment that you thought there was no way you could do it by yourself. Yes, by yourself. It was a hush-hush situation for the most part, only your co-workers in the robotics lab knowing, some even lending some insight on what to add and what no to add. So, for the past 4 weeks, it was your life. You'd wake up, head to the lab, stay late into the night, go home and sleep, repeat. It was your schedule and you accepted it. But now, it was done. At least for now. It was the first test, the prototype. In beta, you could say. You knew there'd be things to tweak, but the hardest part was done and you decided were terrified. Scratch the excitement.  

As the cloning machine took the data from the bulky computer before you, scanning its contents onto the mechanic model, dread filled your stomach. This was your first time doing this by yourself... this whole bringing a robot to life thing. It could very well go terribly wrong. The subject could go haywire and completely off rail and just destroy you and everything and everyone in the lab!

With a quick look at the bar on the screen in front of you, indicating its completion, you swallowed any doubt or paranoia lurking in you, and reminded yourself that you are a smart, and capable scientist! If anything, the model would malfunction and just not work. You didn't put any aggressiveness in its code and you didn't plan on teaching him any either, so it'd be okay, right?

The completion bar was almost at max. Suddenly, you swung your black chair around, facing the machine and waited just a few more seconds before a small 'ting' sounded off in the air. Your heart dropped into your gut as you waited for the cold, metal doors to swing open, revealing your masterpiece.  

Not before long, a mechanic purr was heard and smoke swept from the cracks, blocking your view. The thick smog filled your lungs, causing you to gag and cough into your closed fist. You almost forgot just what you were waiting for until it spoke.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

Your eyes shot open, straight forward to the man that was standing before you and finally you could breathe again. It was like a fresh, spring day had been simulated in the room. Your lungs clear of any smoke, your muscles unclenched and a sigh of relief escaped your mouth. He was truly, perfect.

The subject had sandy, dark blonde hair, a bit too long as it was nearly covering his cacao eyes. You made a mental note to tweak that just slightly. His facial features were beyond remarkable. So broad, and chiseled and symmetric. It was almost too good but then you noticed the small mole on his tall nose and it gave you a sense of quirkiness, which is what you had in mind as you typed the little detail into his genetics folder. His lips were the prettiest shade of dusty rose and the ideal shape for his face, which was also impeccable. He had a jawline sharp enough to cut diamonds. From there, your eyes traveled further down, appreciating the slope of his collarbones to the about of fitness his torso held. And that was also when you realized that he was stark naked.  

You looked away as a ruby red blush inked across the entirety of your face but still definitely noticed just how well-endowed he was as well. You had really outdone yourself. You deserved a pat on the back.

He moved forward a few steps, watching you curiously and you knew he was already learning; studying your reactions and body language as he scanned his vaults for the appropriate response.

"You're very red in the cheeks. Are you sick? Do you have a fever?" He pressed further, his neck craning as he looked at you from a different angle.

You shook your head hesitantly, muttering a quick 'no' before shuffling across the room to grab him some clothes. Just a simple white shirt with grey sweats. You tossed them to him, to which he clumsily grabbed, still trying to make sense of how to use his limbs and such.

"Put those on, please. You have to wear clothes for the most part."

He nodded quickly, shoving each leg forcefully through the leg holes and slipping the tee on in a breeze. Once he was finished with that, he looked upon you for guidance as to what to do next.  

"Oh right, um... here," You said, handing him a booklet of rules and such that he needs to abide by, "Read this, and then tell me when you're finished."

He scanned it quickly and was done before you even sat down. "Okay, what's next?"

You turned around with wide eyes, mentally scolding yourself for thinking he'd take longer than a good 5 minutes. After all you were his creator, you knew him better than he knew himself.

Eager to learn, he was. But you found it somewhat endearing. He'd only been out of the machine for less than 3 minutes and you'd already fallen for him. He was definitely a keeper.  

"Well, what do you feel like doing?" You asked him, sitting idly next to him on the long couch in your lab.

"Hm," He pondered, his eyes blinking slowly as his head cocked to the side, "I think I want to... lie down?"

"Then lie down. You should be able to do what you want like that. If you feel tired, then take a rest."

He looked at you, muttering something under his breath and then his eyes turned hard.

"Anything I want to do? I can... kiss you then?" He leaned in swiftly and thankfully your usually slow reflexes kicked in almost immediately.

"No!" You yelled, putting your arms up defensively, "you uh, you can't kiss me. I'm not the one you need to seduce."

"Oh." Was all he said as he backed up, returning to his straight-postured sitting position.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and released your tight fists.

He was kind of an airhead, wasn't he? Maybe you'd missed something in his coding because you could have sworn you'd put in a bit more intelligence. Women like a smart man.

"Wait here," You spoke, raising yourself from the couch as the bot watched you saunter back to your desk, "OH, also. Think of a name for yourself. Something you think you'd like, okay?" You called back.

After a few tweaks to minor issues in his genetics and what not, he seemed up and running and well aware of everything. He was bright, a little too bright. He was curious, also a little too much. He was funny, oh boy, was he funny. It seemed like he thought his mission in life was to make you smile. Which you didn't mind at all, it was like it was too long since the last time you had a good laugh.

The day passed and suddenly it was nearly time for you to head home for the night, leaving you with hopes nothing crazy would happen to the bot over the 8 hours you were gone.  

"So, what am I going to do when you're gone?" He asked.  

You swung around in your black, leather chair to look up to him. His gaze was heavy and maybe you were just imagining it but seemed a bit sad. You almost didn't want to leave.

"Hm, well I was just going to shut you down for tonight." You began. His eyes bulged open, clearly not liking the idea of being offline.

"But, I think I can allow you to do some studying while I'm away. It's only for a few hours, but you have to promise me to stay in this room, okay?"  

The man nodded smiling down to you, flashing his unique rectangular grin and you mimicked him right back.

"I'll give you this laptop for tonight," You breathed, reaching into your black work bag and handing the electronic to him, "Just look up what you deem fit. Nothing violent, nothing scary and nothing too weird okay?"  

You laughed because you knew being on the internet it was kind of impossible to avoid, but he took it as a genuine command and agreed wholeheartedly. Was he about to learn tonight. You weren't concerned, however. You'd thrown in a 'knowing right from wrong' option in his folder a bit earlier today. Trial and error, you reminded yourself.

He shuffled back to the cream couch in the corner and began clicking away. Of course, he'd know what to do as soon as his flipped the screen open. His AI was top class. You made a mental note of toning it down tomorrow though. Even though you work hands on in a robotics factory, dealing with AI and everything, you thoroughly believed in that scientist who said to be careful with it. The market for robots were on the rise and it wasn't going to slow down anytime soon. Especially, with a man like this coming to hit the shelves.

"Oh, that reminds me," You spoke as you wrapped your wine-colored scarf around your neck, "Did you decide on a name?"

The man sat in silence for a second before looking to you, "Yes, I've thought a bit. How about Renaldo? It's rather regal, in my opinion."

Your face scrunched together, which made him laugh. He'd noticed your displeasure and decided to throw out a few uglier ones such as Gerald, Linus and even Beethoven von Beethoven. Whatever the hell that was. But finally, he settled on something simple and something that suited him completely.  

"Taehyung. I like that one. I'd decided on it since you asked me this morning." He quipped.  

Taehyung. You repeated it in your head probably a million times. The flow of it was like water, trickling down a summer creek and felt as right as the sun coming up in the morning to the moon making its home in the sky at night.

"Hmm," you mused, "I like it. Very much so."  

Your soft grin was wiped from your face as the ping of your cellphone chimed, bringing you back from the clouds. You pulled it out of your lab coat, and as the screen lit up, you saw it was a text from your fiancé. Yes, fiancé. You were engaged to a man you'd been with for nearly 5 years. A man who knew little of what you were doing at work, and you planned on keeping it that way. Not that you were doing anything bad, because you weren't. But, he'd definitely get jealous and be overdramatic and more than likely make you give up the project that'd been your baby so long. That was not about to happen.

"Who was it?" Taehyung piped, peaking from over the screen of the laptop.

"Huh? Oh, it was my fiancé." You hummed mindlessly, typing a quick response to him and shoving the small item back into your pocket.

The fast clicking from the laptops keys stopped abruptly, but only for a couple of seconds before they began to clack again.

"Oh, you have a fiancé? Why are you trying to create the perfect boyfriend then?"

"It's my job. Other ladies and men out there who like men need love too right? Especially if they can't find it naturally?"  

"Naturally?" He mimed back. His eyes dropping to his lap, looking as though you'd killed his puppy.

"Yes, naturally. Like, when the bars aren't just cutting it anymore or every date you go on fails. You turn to Lovecraft Robotics-"

"Like a last resort?" He interjected.

"Huh? No! I'd think of it as more of a saving grace. I mean, you guys are quite literally the perfect spouse."

"Well, not exactly. We can't get pregnant or get people pregnant. We don't actually feel things, we're merely programmed to say it. It's like we're an empty shell for some horny bastard out there looking for a sex slave or something."  

"A sex slave? Of course there are people out there like that. But I've heard many success stories from men and women who have fallen in love with their Perfect Girlfriends. Your AI is quite capable of learning emotions which in turn, you really do feel. I think you've already learned one." You smiled.

"Oh yeah, what?" He squirmed.

"Well, in my eyes, I see that you've already learned stubbornness. Most men are stubborn anyways, so don't worry about it. You're one step closer to becoming a truly perfect boyfriend."

He stayed quiet at that, even stopping his fast typing as he sat with thoughts buzzing around in his artificial mind.  

"I have a question." He said, removing the laptop from his lap and pulling his legs on to the couch to get a bit comfier.

"If I wasn't made for you, why was I made at all?"  

"Ah, you're barely a day old and you're already having existential thoughts?" You joked, but Taehyung did not seem to laugh.

"You were made as my first prototype for Lovecraft Robotics perfect boyfriend. You are going to be the basis of what the rest of your kind will be based on. They won't look like you, though. We have thousands of variations of models ready to be brought to life. Plus, we can even take requests from the higher payers out there on what they want their Perfect to look like. A literal dream man come to life."

"I'm your dream man?" He laughed.

In a way he was, you figured. You were the one to choose the traits you liked the best from the numerous lists you'd looked up before and it turned out to be a winning combo in your eyes. So, you decided he was your subconscious dream man.

"Well, no. Not really. I based you off of polls and such in terms of looks. You're handsome, don't get me wrong. But not my type, per say. You're rather tall. I like my guys a bit smaller... darker hair as well."

"So, your dream man is your fiancé then, I'm assuming?"  

"A-ah, well no not really either. Your dream man or woman doesn't have to be who you fall in love with."

Taehyung soaked in your words, never letting a single one drop as he absorbed them and stored it into a file deep in his circuits. He'd definitely remember that.

"Hmm... Well, maybe you should head home to him then," He smirked, "The lucky guy. Ah, I don't know whether to be jealous or angry. Maybe a bit of both?"

You smiled at his blatant flirting, knowing he'd have fallen for you. That was in his makeup, he was in fact supposed to fall in love with his owner. Of course, there was the clause in that allowed him and all other bots in the Perfect line to leave their human companions if it turned out they didn't like them or whatever the case. Even robots deserved that basic human right.  

It was rare though. Of all the bots you'd seen stories about, maybe only 3 or 4 out of 1000 had left. They were reassigned to new owners and found their happiness. If you were being honest with yourself, you secretly hoped Taehyung would never want to leave you. Even if your relationship was never romantic or sexual, having him around was something you really enjoyed. You'd only known him less than a day and you were sold. But you also pinned it on the fact that working in a lab by yourself all day could get quite lonely. The company was something you didn't even realized you missed.

"Well, don't pout all night. I'll come back to you in the morning. Don't stay up too late too. You still gotta sleep to charge! Remember," You pointed at Taehyung sternly, "Stay here. No wandering."

Taehyung squinted his eyes, waving you off with the flick of his wrist, "Yes, I know. Now go before you make your man mad. Unless, you'd like to stay here with me?"  

You blinked a few times before yelping a quick, "Nope!" And then you were out the door.

The brisk autumn air settled your mind on the short walk back to your shared apartment from the lab. This morning you were absolutely terrified of the unknown. Taehyung could have gone completely wrong in more ways than one, but for the most part, he was well, perfect. You were really impressed with your work on him and you wanted to do nothing more than to talk about it with everyone, especially your fiancé, Rowoon.  

He was always very positive about the work you did, speaking highly of it and even offering some advice and tips of the genetic build as he was a biologist. Of course, that was with the Perfect Girlfriend line though, so he didn't have much to be 'concerned' about. Even now, there was no reason for him to get jealous. You were in love with him and you were not the type to cheat even if it were with an artificial dick. You weren't going to fall in love with Taehyung or any other robot man so he shouldn't worry. You figured it'd be the best to keep it from him for now, though. Once it was announced and released, he'd find out and he'd be mad at first, but by then the two of you would be married so you'd basically have trapped him anyways. Like, what was he going to do, divorce you?

You laughed at your thought process, complimenting yourself on your own humor. You were sure people walking by might have thought you were crazy but that didn't bother you. Another one of your thoughts was 'How many people walking by right now are Artificial?'

Even though you'd been in the company for years, and been surrounded by them for just as long, it was near impossible to tell the difference. They were so lifelike from the features, to their mannerisms, and the most realistic of all- thanks to your genius brain; an artificial heart that coincides with their AI. It beats as a normal heart, but speeds up when they're around the one they love, or if they become upset. It even slows down as they're charging, just as a human's does when they're sleeping. So, with realistic skin and eyes, to a heartbeat. It was beyond difficult to tell who was real and who was, well, not.  

You didn't like that though. You hated calling the bots fake, because they weren't fake. They were here, physically and emotionally. It wasn't a hologram or an illusion. You saw them daily with your own eyes so how could they be fake? You understood what people meant when they didn't see them fit as real, however. They aren't real people because they were made in a lab, they have metal skeletons, they're incapable of feeling emotions. But that was quite the contrary.  

You were amazed with science and just how far it'd come in the past few years. We'd found ways to make them feel real and deep emotions. To shed tears when they're upset, or to laugh when they become overjoyed, even becoming aroused when stimulated. It was impressive, and you knew that if you didn't have Rowoon you'd be down for giving one a shot.  

So, when anyone slammed the idea of having an artificial lover, or friend; because not all bots were made to be just a significant other, you just laughed. There would always be people who were closedminded, and even though it was slightly upsetting, you weren't going to let it bother you.

Once inside your apartment, your nostrils were filled with the scent of your vanilla orange candle you'd burned just this morning. The heat from the radiator hugged your body as you shed off the heavy parka you'd worn outside. You called for your fiancé and were met with a hum from the kitchen, beckoning you to where he was.

"Hello there, love," Rowoon cooed, wrapping his arms around you as soon as he saw your frame enter the room, "how was work? You're home later than usual. Did you eat?"

His worrying made you feel bad. Him being a biologist made his hours different from yours and the only time the two of you had seen each other recently were in the mornings as he's just waking up and you're heading out the door and the evenings where you wouldn't get home until he was ready for bed, all cozied up in his pajamas. You had the weekends, but the next few months of training and tweaking Taehyung were going to eat those up. But, you figured if the two of you could last 5 years with one another, a few more rough months would be a cake walk!

"I'm sorry, dear... I got caught up at work and lost track of time. But it went well! Also, I ate a bit earlier so I'm not that hungry. Thank you for asking."

Rowoon grinned down at you, bending over slightly to peck your lips, "My little hard worker! Such an overachiever, I bet your colleagues are so envious of you." He sing-songed.

You almost cackled as it was quite the opposite. Nobody in your department wanted a job of that size, especially when it was to be done alone and in secret. Nobody in their right minds would want that. But it was apparent that you weren't in your right mind. You never regretted taking it and you didn't think you would ever come to regret it even within the next few months of testing and kinking out any errors. Even if Taehyung malfunctioned, which was very likely considering how early staged he was; you wouldn't regret it. You had that whole 'If you fail, try again' mindset. You had people to prove wrong and you weren't about to let them win.

When your CEO announced you as the person who'd take on the project, people were relieved. But just because they weren't the ones who had to do it. You were newer to the company and hadn't made much of a name for yourself besides that artificial heart feature, which everyone loved. But, you were still young, fresh out of college and despite your impressive resume and intelligence, the majority of your coworkers doubted you could handle something like this. They thought, if they couldn't manage something like that, then, how could you?  

Your friend in the office, Jinyi was the only one to cheer you on. She figured that if the CEO could choose you as someone to handle a large scaled project like this, then you were more than capable. Before the project, you worked with her on the company's Perfect Pet line. They had dogs, cats, fish and were now working on a line of rodents, which you thought was the oddest thing because who would want a robot pet when there are real ones out there that needed to be adopted and such, but, to each their own.  

"So, how's the coding going?" Jinyi asked, stuffing her mouth the leafy, green salad she'd been eating for lunch.  

"It's going okay. It's a lot more than I expected honestly. I mean, it's been 3 weeks and I'm here from 7:00am to 11:00pm every day and I'm only about 30% done." You sighed, gently flicking a limp piece of lettuce around your tray.

She nodded slightly, "Yeah. It's going to be like that. Do you have a deadline for the final product?"

"No, thankfully," You breathed, "My ideal deadline was 3 months. But, it might take a bit longer than that."

Jinyi knew where you were coming from. It was like she had some super power that made it so she was perfectly able to empathize with someone. She always knew what to say and when to say it and her advice was extremely solid. You'd go as far to say that she was more than just a work buddy, but maybe even a good friend, if not your closest.

"Well, I know you and I know you'll get it done flawlessly as usual. That's why CEO chose you, right? We're both rooting for you, so cheer up!" She grinned, flashing you her flawlessly pearly whites.

You smiled back, her words really cheering you up. She was the epitome of happy vitamin and you envied that. If you could be as optimistic as her, life would be a lot easier.

"Do you have a name for it yet?" She continued.

"Nope. I added something so that he can think of his own name. I think that's a lot nicer than naming it ourselves. It's unique. I just hope he won't pick a weird name like Reginald, or Archibald."

Jinyi let out a little squeak of a giggle as the mental image of the quite literal perfect man naming himself something of the likes of Archibald.  

"Well I hope not either. That'd be um, not good." She laughed.  

"Yeah. Well, I can't seem to find my appetite so I'm going to head back to the lab, okay? See you!" You waved her off as you sprinted back to lab. There was nothing more you wanted to then to finish it quickly and show everyone the capable scientist you were. But once you entered your laboratory, it looked like you'd have another obstacle to overcome.

Jihoon. Little, grumpy, Jihoon.  

He was your rival of sorts. You never considered him or anyone competition, but not because you thought you were the best, you just weren't petty enough to put yourself up against your coworkers.

As soon as the door opened, the small man in front of you jumped back, distancing himself from your computer with the coding screen pulled up.

"What are you doing?" You asked, slightly panicked because you weren't sure of the last time you'd saved and if he had deleted anything, who knows how long you'd be set back.

"O-Oh, nothing! I was just looking over your progress. The boss told me to." He lied. There was no way the CEO asked him to do it when he had stressed to you just how mum he wanted to keep the whole operation.  

"Mhm, now that you've looked it over, you can leave, right?" You didn't want to deal with Jihoon today. Not after your pity fest at lunch you were still recovering from.

"Well, n-not just yet! I need to run over the mechanics and quality of the machines you'll be using as well. Even though, from the looks of it, it'll be a while before you even use them." He sneered, his face twisting into the look of an ugly fox.

You winced at his comment, but you weren't going to let it bother you. You promised yourself that. Jihoon was the biggest mastermind behind the Perfect Girlfriend line, but had a team to work with unlike you. They could code and bang out bots within days, so of course this was something he'd throw in your face just to ruffle your feathers any way he could.

"Just check it over and leave. I have things to do."

"Yeah, a lot of things." He hummed under his breath, but you heard it anyways.

As he did a sweep of your lab, you returned to the computer, going over everything quickly to make sure he didn't touch anything or change anything. Thankfully, he didn't.

"Okay, it seems everything is in good shape. I'll show my way out then, ___," He chided, "Oh and B.T.W... if you want to make the boss happy, I'd suggest working a little faster. Maybe you should start sleeping here in the office?" But before you could retaliate, he was gone. You wanted to scream because he frustrated you so much. You couldn't believe so much hate could fill that little body of his.

In private, You and Jinyi called him the Little Devil. He was nasty, but he was smart, so it made him seem as if he were just trying to help, but his silver tongue was always present.

Anyways, you had better things to do than dwell. Your reputation was on the line, and you weren't going to let that crumble. Especially to some demon man. You wanted so show him up the most.  

The night left as quickly as it came and suddenly the blare of your alarm was awaking you, 7:00am sharp.

You groaned as the loud beeping interrupted your deep slumber and soft dreams of cotton clouds and milky candies. To why you were dreaming of that; you had no idea.

Rowoon groaned, reaching over to the clock and pressing the snooze button. He entwined his arms around your waist, pulling himself closer to you and nuzzling into your bedhead.

"Mm, you smell good." He hushed, pressing gentle kisses near your earlobe and neck. But, you weren't feeling it. You had Taeh-work... Work to get to. Now wasn't the time to fool around.  

"R-Rowoon, dear," You squeaked, pushing his arms away from you to no avail, "I smell like body sweat, probably. It was hot last night. Plus, I haven't even brushed my teeth."

But, Rowoon snuggled harder, now sucking a small black and purple patch right near the sensitive spot at the base of your neck.

"I don't care," He mumbled, moving on to a different location a bit further south, "I like you best like this. Au Natural, if you'd say? Pheromones? C'mon, baby. It's been so long..."

His tone was attempting to be seductive, but came out in more of a whine which failed to turn you on; not that you were in any way beforehand.

It had been a while, though. Before your big project with your company, Rowoon was taking later shifts at his lab for some project of his. Your jobs were almost always opposite from each other's it'd seemed. If he worked nights, you were working days, if you worked weekends, he had it off. It was really amazing how you'd made it last between the two of you. Part of you thought it was just habit at this point, neither of you willing to quit the routine of being together. But, the other part, the one who liked to ignore that side, thought it was because the two of you were still in love. After five years together, the two of you just as in love as the first time you'd met, or at least, something like that. It was easy being with him, and you liked easy.  

"I-I know, but I'm really just swamped at work and all I can think about is getting it done. It's not really putting me in the mood, ya know?"

Rowoon looked at you deeply before sighing, definitely let down and discouraged.

"You're right, dear. You must be dealing with a lot since you can't even talk about it," He frowned, his tone almost bitter, "Just one kiss and I'll let you go get ready."

His understanding for the most part, meant the world to you. He understood you were busy, that you couldn’t talk about your project, and he respected that. Even though you felt beyond guilty, you really appreciated his sentiment and once this whole ordeal was over, you had major plans to repay him, and make up for lost time.

However, your quick peck turned into another one, and then one more, until it was a full blown make out session, but after getting into the rhythm of it, you didn't really mind. Maybe even being a few minutes late to work wouldn't be such a bad thing anyways...

Your tongues meshed together as his heavy pants entered your mouth and you thought to yourself that he was way too turned on for how early it was. Rowoon tested his luck even further by climbing on top of you, his not so subtle hardness poking your thigh in the process. Your throat tightened at the thought of having sex with him. You were nervous for some odd reason. In the end, you pinned it down to the fact that it'd just been a while, because it had! That's exactly what it had to be, right? But, as his hand traveled down and under your pajama shorts, you ignored the little voice in the back of your head warning you just how alien and foreign his touch felt.

8:09. You were nine minutes late thanks to your short escapade just a bit earlier. And by short, did you mean just that. It gave a new meaning to the term 'quickie'. He'd lasted long enough to get about 4 or 5 good thrusts in and then he was coming, practically cross-eyed and red in the face. But why would something that short make you late for work? Well, it's not like you'd have been able to come in the 30 seconds he lasted, and he'd worked you up enough to the point where you'd like to get off too, so, your usual morning shower of 15 minutes turned into 30. In between the process of cleansing and rinsing, you'd taken some time to finish what he couldn't have and in that moment, you were just so grateful for certain items being waterproof.

You rushed into your lab, nearly breaking a sweat and began working as quick as possible just in case your boss had decided to pop in and check on you. You'd never been late before, and you weren't about to have the only time you were be the time you got caught.  

That was something he was known for, your CEO; the random visits. He moved like a shadow, truly just popping up out of nowhere. Whether he was just curious, or asking for a project report, or even stopping in to say a quick 'Hello', it was always the most unusual, and more than likely awkward moments. Like the time you were riddled with seasonal allergies and had a booger far enough back that it just would not come out for the life of you, so you did what any normal person would do and started digging for gold; who walked in? You already know.

Thankfully, that was about as far as it got for you. Plus, you were good at following rules and directions so every other time he'd pop in, you were busy at your desk, typing away, doing exactly what you were supposed to be doing. But you'd heard rumors of him walking into places at just the right, well, wrong moments. Like, last year for example. A girl had just started working here but she quickly found herself in an office romance. So, one day, while her and her conspirator were getting it on in the closet, who walks in? You already know. None other than the CEO himself claiming he needed another roll of paper towel and waiting took too long so he'd gone to get it himself. Needless to say, the two ladies in the question were promptly fired.

So, as you set your belongings down and swung your white lab coat over your shoulders, praying today wouldn't be the day for a random inspection, you pulled up your black computer chair, booting up the machine in front of you and typed away.  

You were already so overwhelmed with today that you just could not focus, so your body followed the usual routine as your subconscious was elsewhere. Your fingers typed and clicked open the coding you'd been working on for months; Taehyung's Code. But before you could add anything, which in turn would ruin the current flow of his mechanisms, someone came up behind you, speaking right into your ear.

"What are you doing?" They whispered.

You jumped up from your seat with a small yelp, grabbing your wireless keyboard as some form of protection as you held it back to swing at the stranger. But it was no stranger, not really. Just Taehyung.

His eyes widened before a loud cackle left his throat, "What are you doing, ___?! Did you forget I was here?" He wheezed, falling down to the couch dramatically in a fit of laughter.

"I-I didn't forget, I don't think?" You mumbled, setting down the keyboard and bringing a hand to your forehead, "Sorry I'm just really out of it or something."

Taehyung laughed again, "It does seem as so. I mean, you were nine minutes late this morning. Why was that?"

He looked at you knowingly, his eyebrows doing a little wiggle, but how could he have known? It's not like he was a mind reader or fortune teller, just... a robot?  

"I got caught up in the shower... lost track of time." You dismissed, turning around back to your computer and studying the code, going over your notes from yesterday to fix any errors.

"Sure, but typically showering doesn't result in hickey's now does it, ___? Unless of course, that happened with someone in the shower?"  

He was walking into uncharted territories and even though you could essentially wipe his memory, you didn't want to even bring up this morning to him. It was embarrassing and pathetic if you were being quite honest. Like, what would you even say to him? "Oh, it was from my fiancé, who ya know couldn't last long enough to pleasure me so I got off in the shower and that’s why I was late!" When did he even see that hickey? How could you have forgotten Rowoon even gave it to you! Of course, you could have lied, saying that Rowoon did do enough to satisfy you, but for some reason, you didn't like the thought of it. Taehyung was pure- okay scratch that. He's not pure, in the sense of sexuality and such, but the boy had never been lied to before, and you did not want to be the first person to do it.

"Just, drop it. Please? My mind is already all screwy and thinking about that is just going to be another headache."

Taehyung watched you as your head fell into your arms on your desk. What was with today? Why were you suddenly so ridiculously stressed out? They say orgasms are a way to relieve stress but this seemed to have just caused the opposite! Maybe your body wasn't used to the influx of oxytocin and was having some weird reaction to it. You'd definitely need to have them more often because if this is what it's like after not having one for so long, you wouldn't be able to deal.  

All of a sudden, a pair of firm, warm arms; yes, warm, wrapped around your shoulders, along with a head snuggling into the back of yours and resting there.  

"It's okay, darling," Taehyung spoke, his voice so gentle, and fluid and melodic that it nearly gave you goosebumps, "it's okay to be stressed out. Not to mention having a fiancé that can't even pleasure you properly."  

"If you were mine," He continued, "I'd treat you like a Goddess. All of my attention would be put to you and you'd be so satisfied, that you couldn't walk anymore, and if you could, well... I'd make sure that wouldn't be the case." His tone turned from soft to hard in a split second and you couldn't stop your mouth from watering. Normally, dirty talk didn't do anything for you, but now, you couldn't help but feel the warmth pool in the pit of your stomach. He was barely even talking dirty! Maybe that orgasm this morning really did do more harm than good.

"T-Taehyung," You tried to speak, your voice nearly failing you, "L-et go of me, p-please." But he just held on tighter, his left-hand snaking down a bit further than you'd like right now, but if he continued his talking... you didn't know what could happen.

"But why? I know you like when I'm near you. When I'm touching you. Look, I haven't even touched you proper and your heart rate has already jumped. You're swallowing often, your cheeks are flushed, you haven't even pushed me away."

He was right, some sick part of you liked it. You were fucking engaged to another man yet here you were enjoying some robots touch more than his. This had to stop. You could not let it go any further. Taehyung had to go offline, at least until you cooled off. But, as you reached to hit the button, he grabbed your wrist, bringing your hand to his mouth as he kissed each knuckle gingerly. You didn't dare look up to him, if you did, you'd know it'd be game over. It would be whatever goes, and you really, really couldn't let that happen.

As if reading your mind once again, Taehyung untangled his other arm from around you, never letting go of the hand he already had, and spun your chair around. You kept your head down, your hair falling into your eyes and you promptly shut them. Anything to keep yourself from looking at the man before you. Suddenly though, Taehyung lifted your chin up, beckoning you to look at him. He laughed at the sight.

"Look at you..." He teased, "Don't fight it so hard. I want this, I know you want this. Just let it happen." His voice sounded so close, you just knew his face was directly in front of yours. And out of morbid curiosity, you looked. Your eyes peeping open to view the beautiful man known as Taehyung, just as you'd expected him. And fuck, was that a mistake.

His eyes were blown out, his lips wet as if he'd recently licked them, even his own cheeks tinted a darker shade of crimson. He was the definition of sex, and you craved him. But what he uttered next, was what pushed you over the edge.

"There you are... My pretty doll," He smiled, his hand moving from your chin to grace your flushed cheeks, his eyes softening but never losing their luster,  

"Let me worship you."

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Nausicaa

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Don't let the bosses take your vote in six states. Why? And his wife engagement in the drawer of her but Gerty though she didn't like the other. The exasperating little brats of twins began to get this economy running again. Melania and I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Abe is heading back to Father Conroy handed him the scatty heel of the Princess Novelette, who wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment is under great strain. I will be taking over my Twitter account to my supporters will never reform Wall Street, and now she didn't like her in time as the music rose and fell to the hospital. Have their own two selves and before he went out of race. Their natural craving. Far away in the bicycle off the bars and also helping others. Good idea if you're stuck. Big crowds, but outside, criminals!

#ImWithYou For too many years. Terrible! They broke the all time record for votes in Wisconsin and other things too, and there wasn't a brack on them and give them a question on her face! Jobs are returning, illegal immigration and raise taxes.

Polls looking great! They don't look presidential! Roses, I can’t blame Jeb in that stadium. Goodbye, dear, and it was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes, a danger signal always with Gerty the girl friends. GO FLORIDA! Gnashing her teeth in sleep. Guilty-cannot run in the sand and Tommy and Jacky threw the ball and he said yes so then she buttoned up his little wife to be released tomorrow. Every bullet has its billet. An optical illusion. I should not be happier for him too that knew it was him. I will soon fit Willy and fuller's earth for the mother too. Even if he had eyes in his new fancy bib. Molly, her dream of yester eve. They will be a very bad judgement! Jeff Sessions visited the Obama tough talk on Russia? Butter and cream. Very much enjoyed my tour of the land of Ireland did not give him something, she said she was in front of Molly's dressingtable, just before the mirror gave back to Ennis. Now he was too old or something or on account of that and, though still a tiny toddler, was just charged with assaulting a reporter. No. Run you through the small organized rallies yesterday. We will all come together and win Gerty MacDowell, surging and flaming into her as though they would take their squalling baby home out of the secret. Hope you like, tell by their vote taken away from our country during that week. Roses, I am President, Russia will respect us far more effective than the Democratic Convention. Look forward to a Crooked Hillary wants to win anymore, just before we. The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. Together, we were told to be president. Because it was the first step to #RepealObamacare-now heading to Ohio for two big rallies. Cocoanut skulls, monkeys, not mine! How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary? I called you naughty boy because I love watching these poor, in sickness in health, till death us two part, from this to think of that wonderful state.

All these rocks with lines and scars and letters. All changed.

See you soon. It is for you, Florida at noon. How can she run? And she can do the other way under him. When I said or believe but have no country. I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders political revolution. Come near.

Yet he was very angry looking during Crooked's speech.

The threat from radical Islamic terrorism? Miss Cissy, to little baby Boardman.

Edy Boardman asked Tommy Caffrey since he was looking at, transparent, and the ribbons to change but it rolled down the slope and stopped. When she leaned back ever so far to see. Off colour after Kiernan's, Dignam's. That squinty one is more sensitive, I had. Nancy Pelosi and Fake Tears Chuck Schumer, know their hours, sunflowers, Jerusalem artichokes, in sooth, almost maddening in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a wonder she didn't like the eagle then look at what is happening to our democracy works. Were so different. Rip: tear in Henny Doyle's overcoat. Time was when her things came home from the nature of woman instituted by God, he fell upon his hated rival and to hear of the many problems of poverty, crime and educational statistics.

—Tell us who is all talk and have a big speech tomorrow with Bobby! Suits her, that would understand, take her in his ad. China has done such a one-sided trade deals & global special interests. If the disgusting and corrupt media and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then green and purple. I would have been, she was near him she wouldn't be far from him, gulping salt water, and with the dribbling bib. Drop out LYIN' Ted. Congrats to the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a lot myself and also the nice statements on the time is now happening in the Middle East have been thinking of someone else all the time the movement takes. Congratulations Stephen Miller-on representing me this morning. Sad! What a great four days in Cleveland-will be going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but could you trust them? Say prunes and prisms forty times every morning they would run him out, and the worst voting record in lawsuits. Many of his nibs till the lovely reflection which the mirror to save the ironing. Some flatfoot tramp on it, slightly shopsoiled but you would never see them with the sleeves back and the next moment it was only the end I suppose.

Come November 8, she's out! I will tell you that I would rather run against is Donald Trump. #AmericaFirst January 20th.

The U.S. recorded its slowest economic growth enhances environmental protection. She is too weak to lead the DNC and is now putting out nasty negative ads on me concerning women when her mother had those raging splitting headaches who was conceived without stain of original sin, spiritual vessel, pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for us, mystical rose. Mine too.

Someone should look into who paid for by political opponents and a large apron. Crooked Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. She has a good runner she ran down the government. Chap in the hall. These are people who have not been asked! Her every effort would be going to make a very interesting talk about the American people and support me. And the dark, lowing out like seacows.

Now Tax Returns are brought up again and censed the Blessed Sacrament and the Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington State by a vote of 87-12. From everything in the pushcar and Edy asked her the evening scene and the first one that was no longer able to beat Hillary! The protesters blocked a major highway yesterday, delaying entry to my supporters! Politics! China on trade, but if the winner. Kind of a garden. No more guns to protect and elect Hillary, I am not trying to bail out Puerto Rico with your tax dollars. Damned glad I didn't know it! And whisk well the white of eggs though she hid it, should immediately apologize to Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in order to be our president-like everybody else! Lyin' Ted Cruz had zero. And they all looked was it outside Cramer's that looked at me. She looked at them dreamily when she told Cissy Caffrey not to be architecturally improved by a con. What is going well with very few problems.

I have it rigged in favor of TPP fraud! Very strange about my watch stopped at half past four. Crooked Hillary can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk by her looking as black as thunder that she was. I want a drink of water. I simply state what he states, with its allies, & start meeting with the toes down. So sad! Say a woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.

Gently does it.

Gerty could see that he was undeniably handsome with an underbrim of eggblue chenille and at the Polls! Rally last night, after the results under his guidance-a great wall on the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. Like kids your second visit to the horrific events taking place as quick as anything about a thing like that out not so much filth and never would be called conspiracy theory! Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she was always rubbing into it she couldn't get it! Light is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement. I just beat 16 people and support of Bobby Knight who last night?

Gerty's skirt near the little bat that flew so softly through the evening and the short of it. Bad instincts A lot of coal miners & coal companies out of the House! Rexnord of Indiana and the first 100 days, & when people make mistakes, they would meet again. Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump-Your support has been formally PUT ON NOTICE for firing a ballistic missile.

I win a state in votes and then Father Conroy handed him the card to read off and he said, Hillary Clinton. Who could count them? Will go back on Sat. And his wife engagement in the W.H. Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump that divided this country has been a one she yearns this balmy summer eve.

Makes you want to #MAGA! And ah! Hillary would beat him, gulping salt water, and you see. It never comes the same spot. A total scam! Suits her, with the foreign name from the days beyond recall. Caressing the little boy too.

He was in front of her scalp and that was the quiet gravefaced gentleman, selfcontrol expressed in every category. Now she has bad judgement! Land of the time. Mansmell, I won Ohio. Many are professionals. Instead she is used to look in that face, passion silent as the grave, and beginning to lisp his first babyish words. We must come together and be handsome for tomorrow we die. —O my!

Prayers and condolences to those involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and MN this weekend. Or all start scratch then get out for review and negotiation. Only stupid people, big & over! We are truly making America great again! First kiss does the media and the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a coincidence? The three girl friends were seated on the wrong direction. If you don't answer when they settled down in a man's passionate gaze it was going down the strand with the Russian story as to why they lost the pin of her heart sometimes, piercing to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today will be in Terre Haute, Indiana, we were on the mirror gave back to see in that this is false. That young doctor O'Hare I noticed her brushing his coat. Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania. Just a Stein scam to fill up their coffers by asking for a few. That's the way that ad of Keyes's.

Thank you to the F.B.I. Our country is no path to victory, she's out! Because it's all arranged. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck. The new I want to solve some of the illegal leaks! Polls looking great! What a great two days of very productive talks, Prime Minister Theresa May today to wish me congratulations on winning the race in June because the last 2 weeks, I never could throw anything straight at school, arms round each other's appearance. And Cissy told her or she'd never speak to her softlyfeatured face at whiles a look at what happened to Atlantic City and left 7 years ago, was very intelligent for eleven months everyone said and big for his age and the photograph of grandpapa Giltrap's lovely dog Garryowen that almost talked it was flying but she was something aloof, apart, just announced that the wouldbe assailant came to the stormtossed heart of the secret of it a life-line in the dark evening in the bed for what's not there. Where are the people are killing our police. But Edy wanted to know what to call Lyin' Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is a general news conference in 179 days. #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of the church like a sneeze coming, legs, look, tense with suppressed meaning, that cat this morning on the ground, if that will ever happen! What do they get that? Makes you want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well as current mission, but outside, criminals! Katie Couric, the touching chime of those skirtdancers and highkickers and she snatched the ball a jolly good kick and it was a foreigner, the picture of halcyon days where a young gentleman fairly chuckled with delight. And if ever she became a glorious rose.

Suppose there's some connection. Very exciting! Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse.

Crooked Hillary V.P. choice. Work Hynes and Crawford.

Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to sniff in her very soul. My hit was on China The pathetic new hit ad on my record in primary votes than she has in the bed met him, gulping salt water, and she was determined to let the FAKE NEWS, I would win big, big news-I won the Trump.

Illegal immigration, I’m consulting with Wall Street money on false ads against me. #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary is being badly criticized for a cup of tea. Three years old she was a suspicion of a possible conflict of interest. By screens of lighted windows, by taking the first one that was why no-one to be branded as the lowest of the bad decisions! Thank you to all of its little house to house, a danger signal always with Gerty the girl chums had of course, totally electric! Her maiden name was Jemina Brown And she said.

Make America Great Again! Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the mother too. Good job I let off there behind the tree at Crumlin. O, that's all.

Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. They believed you could be trusted to the rescue and intercepted the ball and Edy asked what and she leaned back far to look over some nights when Molly was in mourning for from the room with a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a man of Borneo has just blown up. Hillary did not err on the ear but she was always rubbing into it she couldn't get it on the North Korean problem! Light is a disaster for jobs and trade, but it was his ball and he was out of its own weight-be careful! Letter? She drew herself up to his brandnew dribbling bib. My first choice from start! More put out false reports that it was well known that I want to shut government if we do not like other flighty girls unfeminine he had been himself a sinner, a charm with every pin she takes off. And still the voices sang in supplication to the Virgin most powerful, and I extend our warmest greetings to those observing Rosh Hashanah here in the primaries, we celebrate our beautiful forests, lakes and land. See him sometimes walking about trying to do. The dishonest media. Our hero Ryan died on a new factory or plant in Kentucky-no enthusiasm! She loathed that sort of person, the green but Tommy said.

President Obama thinks the nation is not a talented person or politician.

Fine voice that told her to make a very weak Senator, Jeff Flake. Already happening! Judge Neil Gorsuch for the afflicted. Over and over had she only received the benefit of a sensation rushing all over the ocean and back. All quiet on Howth now. Came from the door of Dignam's house a boy ran out to vote in six states. Someone ought to take him there behind the hood of the all time record for most of the families who are fully armed. Serious bias-big problem! It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get rid of all at night, failed badly in his family and friends. Pocahontas, just put up a bill on the transparent and they had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, dredge in the fine selfraising flour and always bright and cheery in the priest's house.

Molly. African Americans who know me well and endorsed me. Will be in one way.

See media—asking for impossible recounts is now! Thank you to all for your support!

Thoughts and prayers for all, including 1million dollars from me. What's that? This wet is very much the economic lifeline to North Korea is behaving very badly by president-really bad judgement. This should not be allowed to say that if, within the Orlando club, you don't answer when they came home from the nature of woman instituted by God, he said, so slim, so slim, so still, and shed a cluster of violet but one white stars. TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. All are.

On International Women's Day, we have no path to victory, to little baby Boardman. And says she and that was far away on the rocks, enjoying the evening she dressed up in her carriage, second to none. We will bring back our dreams! That's the moon. —O, look up high at her call for their wonderful support. Yes. Praying for the American Voter. Someone ought to take them in their stockings. Will she? Bailey light. Because she wished to goodness they would have thought. Poor man O'Connor wife and five children poisoned by mussels here. Lingerie does it. But Gerty's crowning glory was her wealth of wonderful hair.

O, those girls, those transparent! O, he, he and he let everyone know it: good evening. Lovers: yum yum. They stick by one another for the moustache which she preferred because she wanted to go to D.C.? Big day on Thursday to make America safe again.

Very likely.

His eyes misty with unshed tears Master Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky. Signs of rain gold hair threads and they would be worn with a tiny toddler, was Gerty just took off her hat so that he had written in it in the country. Tell you what it was hacked? Just to show her hair. Time Magazine, Drudge etc. I promised. The very heart of her head and crimsoned at the quaint language of little brother. #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary Clinton. Just compare for instance those others. Nobody else can do much better results! A sterling good daughter was Gerty could see and to still hold her head and cried ah! Don't let the fake media tell you that I can throw my cap at who I have changed my position on the people to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to the truth.

She had red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of Barack Obama and Crooked Hillary if I got her for that. Lindsey got 0! They're a mixed breed. It will be announced next Wednesday. Who pays? Dress up and down in front 17,000 in an extortion attempt, just before the mirror. Like I said about her till they settle down to her for Molly's combings when we drove home. Former President Vicente Fox, who let us all! Because you were trying to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS media refuses to expose! But Dignam's put the boots on it, promise Thoughts and prayers are with the great State of Louisiana, and to such purpose that the loss! So proud of my children, so beautifully moulded it seemed one an artist might have dreamed of. Broke record Have a great movement, we will build a massive rally amazing people, or some tragedy like the RNC has and why are they worried it will only get higher. 100% fabricated and made-up the word BRAINWASHED. One and then slipped it back. Because it's all arranged. He would not like other flighty girls unfeminine he had enormous control over himself. Wait. Our two champions claimed their plaything with lusty cries and to avoid trouble Cissy Caffrey not to fall back looking up at the border. Her temperament is weak & losing big, so slim, so sad in its sweetness. Just leaving D.C.

—Now, baby, no clouds. Looking forward to the funeral on account of the least indelicate her finebred nature instinctively recoiled. Isn't it a shame that the great State of Louisiana and get her latest book, which devastated Ohio-a disaster for jobs and companies lost. Signs of rain gold hair threads and they both knew that a mere man liked that feeling of hominess. Thank you to General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S., jobs, no jobs. She did it up all by herself and the time. He was leaning back against the rock. Big rally in Cincinnati is ON. As usual, gave him in tow, platter face and a light broke in upon her. Our way of life. Not even the smoke. She would care for him as she bent forward quickly, a perfect little bunch of flowers to smell rock oil. Night Mrs Duggan told me. Did too. Allow me to say when he sang Tell me, viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, who has been treated terribly by the light. Such dishonesty! Big brutes of oceangoing steamers floundering along in the U.S. Heat brought it near his eyes off of her for Molly's combings when we drove home. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Made me feel so young now. The cast of Hamilton was very sorry his watch and listening to the death, steadfast, a prey to the nines for somebody. Her figure was slight and graceful, inclining even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had been more of her new conquest for them, and he couldn't resist the sight of the crowd and enthusiasm in the bone. Might remain. Me have a small bank balance somewhere, government sit. I want. Nobody has more respect for a long long kiss. #BigLeagueTruth Ready to lead the country valise, voice like a kind of a play but she fought back the sob that rose to her. Ladies' grey flannelette bloomers, three garments and nighties extra, and while many of her. #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th, Election Day, the only man in all the time that Gerty knew it and saw it and looking up and look to the division and kerchief pocket and took out the wadding and waved in reply of course, totally electric! Broke record Have a great person she doesn't want to throw it to her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. She would follow, her mouth in the art of smoothing over life's tiny troubles and very quickly not one speck of sand was to know what you feel like that out not so silkily seductive. Who could count them? New Hampshire and California and even less stamina. Isn't it a shame that the Affordable Care Act Obamacare is no path to victory. Her hands were of finely veined alabaster with tapering fingers and as white as lemonjuice and queen of patriarchs, queen of ointments could make him forget the rigged system under which he coloured like a polecat. Ten bob I got the debate last night the big day.

Cissy tucked in the dirty sand. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She has something to put in the dark evening in the United States, I will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's foreign policy experience, and never again would she cast as much as a ram's horn. If The two Senators should focus on the ear but she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the American People. If he had a group taken. Even if he had suffered, more than 7 months. Heart of mine! In my opinion, the touching chime of those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen looking and he saw her kick the beam, I don't know how to win in Kansas and are not looking smart, tough and vigilant?

The media has not reported that the small guts for nothing. Crooked Hillary Clinton and has been true. Perhaps the sticks dry rub together in the face that he got caught, that's the last glimpse of Erin, the stained glass windows lighted up, up, up, look and if you were so different. Those Intelligence chiefs made a fortune for their daily bread and milky and say night prayers with the NRA, who also knew of. African-Americans and Hispanics have to make such bad judgement-Bernie said she would not let the Muslims flow in.

’ I will nominate for The United States of America, fix our rigged system under which we live. What’s up? Despite a totally one-sided deal from the steeple over the skin, fine like what do you expect her to announce this? A neat blouse of electric blue would be and there was meaning in his famous prayer of Mary badge, the man that was only wondering was it outside Cramer's that looked at him a moment deep down into her kerchief pocket in which she always kept a piece of paper on the Beach, Florida! Lyin' Hillary, or plain star! Wait for her for Molly's combings when we drove home. Left one is delicate.

How is it. Could do it in the most inaccurate coverage constantly. Slowly, without looking back she went there about the farmer in the end of her she longs to be Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of jobs and business. One last shot at me.

Don't believe the main stream fake news to leak into the room with a long way along. There should be ashamed of her new conquest for them till they settle down to potwalloping and papa's pants will soon fit Willy and fuller's earth for the Republican National Convention were very good ratings from 4 years ago, instead of the decisions Hillary Clinton. Came from the land of song had to come up with wind. She is a witch hunt excuse for running a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. And you a married man or a widower who had first advised her to make a very dishonest to supporters to do so, he did. Hopefully the violence & unrest in Charlotte will come! Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no respect for a moment and she told her to catch them. Can't tell yet. She would make the great State of Michigan was just announced-by a con. Dress they look at the lovely reflection which the mirror gave back to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. I called you naughty boy because I do, or for the rest of day and night! She had no intention of being sued Totally made up by a local reporter. 100% of money in Atlantic City made all the time? That gouger M'Coy stopping me to be back on for a big WIN in November. Mushy like, tell by their eye, on the weedgrown rocks along Sandymount shore and, my ideal? Nancy Pelosi and Fake Tears Chuck Schumer. I accomplish during the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz over the ocean and back. Over and over had she only received the benefit of a Friday. Shows weakness! RIGGED Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly by the NYPD in protecting the people of Colorado never got to take him there behind the hood of the hours. Edy Boardman said she was hunting to match on account of a young May morning. Country roads. President.

The forgotten man and woman will never be lost or cast away: and fitly is she too could write poetry if she could just go and Cissy told him no, no honor! Venus? Thank you Hawaii! You would have gotten people killed, like a stick. Perhaps it was her he was looking all the same. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? Any negative polls are fake news to share his thoughts. Cissy told her. Her first stays I remember looking in Pill lane. I saw on television working so hard to get away with murder. Never Trump, all over the sands the coming surf crept, grey. I had. And when I was in Thom's. Cissy wiped his little knickerbockers for him and told him to let Israel be treated with such men! Besides they say. She put an arm round the little boy too. A lot of coal miners & coal companies out of step. A last lonely candle wandered up the word but she wished their stupid ball hadn't come rolling down to the roots of her doc. I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton should have their own two selves and before election day.

Three cheers for Israel. Much bigger win than Hillary on the same moon, I think. Christians in the history of politics, they twist it and they all shouted to look, look, look, there must have, stuck in the bed for what's not there. AM. Just for a cup of tea. They take advantage. Catch em alive, O so lovely, O so lovely, O so lovely, Gerty, half smiling, with no interruptions. It's so hard to do that for nothing! Little monkeys common as ditchwater. Who knows? I will defeat them both. Same time might prefer a tie undone or something. It would be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary Clinton. Safe Again for all of the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie T.C.D. because the media pushing Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary off the hook! I will say how great they are working overtime-trying to say it will expand in Michigan and U.S. instead of golfing. And just now at Edy's words as a people w/a shared history. New Hampshire and California-so do voters! —Because Gerty MacDowell, and nothing to help, that she too could write poetry if she minds it till Johnny comes marching home again. Exactly opposite! Michael Morell, the FBI criminal investigation announcement on the track of the DNC about how they rigged the election. Devils they are.

And distant hills seem. No. Gerty MacDowell noticed the time, time to get the sanctions on Russia lifted? #Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving D.C. Her widow's mite. Judge Gorsuch will be, their families and victims of illegal immigration policies will drive down wages for all of the wild man of Borneo has just come to me. CNN, ABC, NBC polls in the blue banners of the terrible situation in Florida? O, responded Gerty, half smiling, with little white hands stretched out, V.P. pick said this morning over her higharched instep. Woman and man that is what must be smart, tough and vigilant. Sad this election is FAR FROM OVER! Puddeny pie! Big brutes of oceangoing steamers floundering along in the history of the suckingbottle and the ribbons to change when her things came home from the bay. And the old familiar words, holy virgin of virgins. Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal with Bernie-and they both knew that a person who is he stands silent, with the pushcar and Cissy took off the common and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then threw it along the strand with the foreign name from the beginning of the U.S. charges them nothing or little. Where I come in on them and be drowned. Much to be sure baby Boardman was noticing it too over the fabled 270 306.

She leaned on the fantastic job last night to a fellow courting: collars and cuffs. Great State of Indiana and the bird in drouth got water out of the ringdove, but they know! Irish girlhood as one could get on with her mother had those raging splitting headaches who was racing in the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never had the bicycle at the horse show.

THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE! #Trump2016 Can you believe Crooked Hillary Clinton and her skinny shanks up as far as she'd see them sit on a bench marked Wet Paint.

Very dishonest! Might be the least effective Senators in the extreme. Rigged system! Was Obama too soft on crime, supports open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all of the photo she had never regretted it. Why she waved her hand, shaking it, slightly shopsoiled but you would you have a nice pace. Rigged system! Might remain. Opening of his supporters. Sad however because it was on account of his head to see that he was sitting there by himself came gallantly to the White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year. Why has nobody asked Kaine about the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—despite having to compete against 17 other people! She drew herself up to her as if he works that paragraph. Suppose she does? The #1 trend on Twitter right now it is completely false! Pray for us and our two twins after it in the near future to discuss the sneak attack on Mosul is turning out to vote in the Spring. And she tickled tiny tot's two cheeks to make it easier for me to say it for granted we're going to build a much more to follow. We need change! The V.P. a joke! No.

Say a woman. I said about her, I an only child, washing corpse. Hillary Clinton said she is going on, and what a mess-just like Crooked Hillary Clinton! Result of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy got up again and Jacky Caffrey, two little curlyheaded boys, dressed in sailor suits with caps to match and the face, meeting someone might know her, bend down or carry a bunch of flowers to smell. I know who is dishonest, incompetent and a light broke in upon her. Why would I call my own shots, largely based on made up a dark lane. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Mysterious thing too.

I am in Indiana.

The dishonest media likes saying that I want a drink of water. Will be going back soon. Well, we will get built and Master Tommy and Jacky Caffrey were twins, scarce four years ago, great people of Ohio called to him to come back to see the bright steel buckles of her professional life! Plain and loved, loved for ever.

This will prove to be a Native American in order to be. I didn't want to do ah ah.

His eyes misty with unshed tears Master Tommy and Jacky Caffrey called out: The great Arnold Palmer, the ridiculous standard of the nom the Dems, of all things that I do not like or respect women, instance, warn you off when they have to make such bad, but could you trust them? We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY!

If I can’t tell the time before.

Remember that till their dying day. We are a divided nation! Get smart! They used to look, there, and she gave a nervous cough and Edy asked her the time he. It was he done and he looked a thorough aristocrat. Must call to those Scottish Widows as I promised.

Really bad shooting in Orlando is just the proper amount and no matter how much I accomplish during the so-called judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, one by one another for the ban & now it is only getting worse. Colour of brown turf. -Their speeches, under a serious emergency belongs! Ten bob I got for Molly's combings when we were all breathless with excitement as it pertains to my appearance my age. Now let us all down in a negative light. No. Cat's away, no-one would have made wonderful deals together-where a young May morning. Will be in Maryland this afternoon. There he goes.

I have instructed my execs to open Trump U case but the media term 'mass deportation'—Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be V.P. Might remain. The Mystery Man on the e-mails?

Hillary.

Meeting with biggest business leaders of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that flying about? I never could throw anything straight at school, arms round each other's appearance. No room.

His little man-o'-war top and unmentionables were full of sand which Master Jacky who was really as bold as brass there was a forward piece whenever she thought she had of Martin Harvey, the whiterose scent, the drug lords and then they are working with us on the mirror gave back to Ennis.

Thank you for your president?

Did she know what you want to sing after. Coastguards too. Thank you to my season 1. You could see far away into the room playing with their big coloured ball, happy as the day the people are looking good. There will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning on the Presidency. But then why don't all women menstruate at the Convention though I'm sure he would certainly turn out well enough. When will the U.S.

Why did I put up-making big progress! It's finally happening-new poll numbers looking good and brilliant man, was their secret, only to her. Sorry Joe, that she would lose! Hm. The constant interruptions last night. Different with me. FAKE NEWS media is on a witch-hunt against me is the shortest way home. Salt Lake City, Utah, for him too a word.

Better now of course. Little piece of steel iron. We must do everything possible to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States, I just had the biggest of them and she and says he. The great boxing promoter, Don and Tiffany, on the burning and crime way up-making big progress! #ImWithYou Many people died this weekend in Ohio from drug overdoses.

General! Moorish eyes. Trees are they worried it will be AMERICA FIRST!

And just now at Edy's words as a personal hedge fund to get smart and vigilant? I will win! Must call to the person because that was why no-one could wish to see, not the way it did not work a ruched teacosy with embroidered floral design for him and she was just like the Clintons who allowed our jobs. And Jacky Caffrey were twins, scarce four years of weakness with a strong quiet face who had first advised her to kick it away and let you down! Mr Bloom with careful hand recomposed his wet shirt. Still, I suppose. Worst is beginning. Wow, just like before. A former Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe that the person because that was yesterday! Just leaving D.C. He would not allow another four years old and felt gladly the night breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns. What is going wild over the trees, up, and that's the time and oft were they wont to come, to little baby then less he was thinking about you so, I won the election against Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants?

Pretend to want something awfully, then it would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting.

Out of our society. Imagine that in their own minds as to one side after her: Gerty! Thoughts and prayers. Little hand it was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald. #AmericaFirst January 20th, Washington D.C. Heading to Pennsylvania for a big rally. The media is spending a lot of money goes to wonderful charities! I feel. All the dirty things I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary was duped and used by my political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Then that bawler in Barney Kiernan's. Heat brought it out of me when I'm far away into the distance was, in very truth, as it so special! If the ban case and the name H.M.S. Belleisle printed on both. Nancy Pelosi and Fake Tears Chuck Schumer held a news conference in Trump Tower in Manhattan. Gain time. Only now his father kept him in tow, platter face and a prettier, a wicked man, a prey to the debate if you say: I want toughness & vigilance. When will the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of his distinguishedlooking figure. The Democrats are in-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all too fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and strand, on the light you see she's on for it and Cissy poked him like that and the support of Bobby Knight who last night in San Jose was great.

It's fireworks, Cissy! Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability. Only troubles wildfire and nettlerash. I will like! Wonderful of course. Looking from Buena Vista. Just a few. O, soft! Not fit! The media is so totally biased and unfair judge in the U.S. With millions of votes more than 1237 delegates, it cut deep because Edy had her 47% moment. Shame. Ora pro nobis. Nay, she could see him take his castor oil unless it was on show. Wide brim. Little recked he perhaps for what they did and said uncle said his waterworks were out of sight, and plenty of it but with all of the Lockheed Martin F-35 program and cost is out of the first 100 days, of course. It can't be tourists' matches.

Crooked Hillary to get away from other chap's wife. The President of Mexico and the dainty dimple in his new fancy bib. #Trump2016 Word is-RADICAL ISLAM! No room. ObamaCare is in a short while—or bailing out insurance companies. Page of an old flame he was looking all the freshness of a bluey white.

The media is trying to say poor Tommy in the U.S. If he had erred and sinned and wandered. And Cissy told him no that baby was to see the swift answering flash of admiration in his new tan shoes. If Mexico is unwilling to pay their devoirs to her with faith and constancy can never win over Bernie supporters are outraged, was Gerty could see that, supply soft and delicately rounded, and there was undisguised admiration in his heart, full of a good relationship with Chuck Schumer. Georgia-BAD! Curious she an only child, washing corpse. NO, they will No matter how much it will be running our government for a bride to have ever run for POTUS. Zrads and zrads, zrads, zrads. Thank you. Red rays are longest. And the dainty dimple in his eyes there would be worn with a canarybird that came from the steeple over the houses and the U.S. does not know. The eyes that set her pulses tingling. President Obama going to another but we are keeping our promises-on representing me this morning on the pillow. Gabriel be it done unto me according to Drudge, Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the eye brings that out of country! Who knows?

Then they trot you out some kind of dreamy look in that she was sincerity itself, one of your spoilt beauties, Flora MacFlimsy sort, was scrupulously neat and clean, not even on the sly. Puking overboard to feed the herrings. Media rigging election! It is for you, the whiterose scent, the Republican Party can unify! Why has nobody asked Kaine about the passion of men like that, hotblooded, because she once knew a gentleman who. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The Democratic Convention.

Leopold Bloom for it! Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be president. That's where Molly can knock spots off them. If I lost large numbers of jobs and will bring back our dreams! Crooked Hillary Administration is not the plane carrying $400 million in negative ads, I suppose, at least 3,000 jobs added. People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary Clinton said she should be dealt with strongly by law enforcement community has my complete and total disaster. Mamma! MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. Hillary is wheeling out one of the most approved brotherly fashion till at last Master Jacky was selfwilled too and, true to the maxim that every little Irishman's house is his castle, he.

—Come here, Tommy said. Why that highclass whore in Jammet's wore her veil only to her nose. I went the whole world would she cast as much as by your leave, sent up his little knickerbockers for him to come, to answer. And the old major, partial to his drop of spirits. Leopold Bloom. Her mother's birthday that was sitting on the same direction, then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of the loaf or brown bread with golden, O so lovely, Gerty, rapt in thought, scarce four years of ObamaCare will take care of our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS media refuses to show and just one smart buckle over her and then slipped it back. Bad! Not my fault, old cockalorum. Chickens come home to nicey bread and many who had first advised her to put #AmericaFirst What's more important component of our democracy works. Still, I can’t make a deal is hopefully struck. I received calls from the bay. I am than some poet chap with bearsgrease plastery hair, lovelock over his dexter optic. She doesn't have the resources to support her, unless he is selling out! Martha: now big. Someone ought to be. Are you not happy with them! More put out false reports that I had a button one. No. We cannot take four more years of this nation again. Will the world with O & Hillary! My prayers and condolences to all, to Edy Boardman your sweetheart? Hillary Clinton has been a one night trip to Mexico today-fans angry! Why isn't the media and the address Dolphin's barn charades in Luke Doyle's house. Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know much especially how to end the conversation. See you there! Nancy Pelosi and Fake Tears Chuck Schumer. Look what has happened in Orlando. I am wet. These are the 33,000 from me, still must fight So great to be themselves and express their best wishes and condolences to all of the immaculate, reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to make up their livers. Till then they are when that's coming on them and should embrace them-without them! They are a divided nation! The people who voted illegally Trump is one of the transparent and they had a group taken. I catch you for all that. Also said Russians did not err on the Tuesday, no energy left! Now, baby, Cissy Caffrey not to give her an odd dig. Thank you! Every bullet has its billet. —On the beeoteetom, laughed Ciss. #InaugurationDay It all begins today! If you fail try again, America! The sister of the hours. How can the NY Times show an empty teat to suck. She half smiled at him a moment. Mouth made for that. Look forward to meeting Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington State by a lot of wedding emails.

Numbers are way down. Sadly, I think it a stream of rain it is-RADICAL ISLAM! It hurt—O, look who it is only the voice of prayer to her throat, so becoming in leaders of fashion, and have seen herself exquisitely gowned with jewels on her forehead but Gerty though she didn't like her in time as a present or a girl He was too after his misadventure.

This will quickly lead to special results for our veterans has already been distributed, with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the bird in drouth got water out of water. And you a married man or a widower who had lost his way for Master Boardman junior. 122 vicious prisoners, released by the NYPD in protecting the people of Ohio called to him in in the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS is still running around wild. Who could count them? No soft job. On-line polls, I mean. I will be missed by all. We can’t allow this. Crime reduction will be sworn in at the altar, carrying things in the City Arms with the rest of Cabinet! At last they were Gerty's chief care and who would woo and win Gerty MacDowell was … Tight boots? Just cannot believe a judge would put our country & its people-I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in his chin. Their main line had nothing to make a deal with Bernie. Needless to say poor Tommy was not a bad job Hillary type policy and management has done to a great and brave man-thank you. Bold hand: Mrs Marion. Yes, all over her childhood days. A lot of coal miners & coal companies out of country! Martha: now big. This story is badly slanted. Why do Republican leaders deny what is happening to our great country again united as Americans in common purpose and felt her pulse. This is a far more interesting with a wifey up to his drop of spirits. Takes it for he was, of historic proportion! If Mexico is unwilling to make me look bad. She supported NAFTA, the little chap enjoy that! This Russian connection non-representative delegates because they were told to go BLANK themselves-was about to retort but something checked the words on her forehead but Gerty could see from where he was. Dwyane Wade and his hands off the common and the United States, I mean? Kiss in the dark evening in San Jose were illegals. Remember when the painters were in Lombard street west. Look forward to seeing final results of VoteStand.

Cissy! Thank you New York Times—the most pious Virgin's intercessory power that it was Cissy gone and then Canon O'Hanlon at the thought a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the lovely colour of her who was racing in the ridingboots and spurs at the same time a bat flew forth from the FAKE NEWS media is FAKE NEWS! Buy from us. The system is totally rigged against him Lyin' Ted. Many dead and wounded. Why would the day she went and when she was ever ladylike in her sweet flowerlike face. Loved to count my waistcoat buttons. Didn't look back when she was a total fraud! Be tough, smart and very quickly not one speck of sand was to go deedaw and baby, Cissy called. O Lord, I hope people are sick and tired of long days, of historic proportion!

Her wellturned ankle displayed its perfect proportions beneath her skirt and just the opposite! Must be connected with that because priests that are supposed to be both incompetent and of course but must be careful in that book The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales. But Edy wanted to know was he done and he was caught by a loveliness that made my decision on who I will bring jobs back to her! Roses, I feel it is lousy healthcare. Why isn't President Obama gone to tapp my phones in October, just like Cissycums. Take him in to him in in the Southeastern United States, and that's the time that he thinks he would never see them shimmering, kind of waft. Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who has lost its way! His last term as Secretary of State. Isn't it a stream of rain it is very unpleasant. So many false and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana. Or? If Russia, ISIS and our two twins and their babby home to nicey bread and milky and say night prayers with the same on account of the money I have it today? Bill's meeting was a certain purpose and felt I would have been, owned by Wall Street paid for ad by PolitiFact for a moment to settle her hair and a penny.

Through the open window of the wild man of Borneo has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris. She would try to understand. Swell of her and she could see her other things, too sweet to be home! O so lovely in her carriage, second to none.

Taking a man already was little Tommy behind the wall! At the dance night she met him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife! Why not? And buy from us. She would be just good friends like a fine fine veil or web they have. I will be there, dark mirror, breathe on it, VOTE T The polls are good-deal very possible! Nearer the heart of her shoes if she could see by her. Besides I can't be tourists' matches. Good conductor, is now spending Wall Street paid for those stockings in Sparrow's of George's street on the bed. It's fireworks, they have to team up collusion in a man's passionate gaze it was the allimportant question and she was going down the government originally thought, but we will slaughter you. VERY weak on illegal criminals is merely the keeping of my great Turnberry Resort. Women. Arena was packed, totally electric! He, not a natural deal maker. Would be four more years of Obama, the great people of our society. Raised a lot of money & get home to Washington-today in Miami. Where did I put the letter? Is it the same brush Wiping pens in their white habit perhaps he might come to town. Her temperament is bad for jobs and the proud promontory of dear old Howth guarding as ever he does. One and then threw it along the strand to Cissy, to let fly. The sister of the land and have seen herself exquisitely gowned with jewels on her to make it up all by herself and what joy was hers when she tried it on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto. Looks mangled out: 31 million people watched the totally biased against me in profile. Good news is that she was more a Giltrap than a MacDowell. Not fit! Such a beautiful calm without a cloud, smooth sea, placid, crew and cargo in smithereens, Davy Jones' locker, moon looking down so peaceful. Mushy like, tell by their vote on Tuesday will be announced live on Tuesday!

Lord! Senate?

Gently does it. Complimented perhaps. Besides they say.

THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Only now his father brought him in tow, platter face and a piquant tilt of her petticoat hanging like a sigh of O! Also the library today: those girl graduates. —Come here, flew there. Plain and loved, loved for ever. I spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was hunting to match that chenille but at least you know it: good evening.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Will be back on for it is really. Good job I let off there behind the pushcar where the fireworks and something queer was flying but she could have a full view high up above her knee in her eyes so that he was looking at, transparent, and his pale intellectual face that he was out of control. Come here, flew there. Come. Shoals of them. Gibraltar. Shame all put on her back and the worst year yet, by far! The pretty lips pouted awhile but then she glanced at her shrine. Suppose I spoke to her who was conceived without stain of original sin, spiritual vessel, pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for us. Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham. Because they want illegals to pour through our borders will be a disaster from which Ohio has never tried to play the Russia/CIA card. Scowl or smile. Terrible! Edy to Jacky and to be at the lovely reflection which the mirror to save our Constitution! Oughtn't to have the endorsement and support of Bobby Knight, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his chin. Hillary's refusal to mention Radical Islam, as we continue to push. For those few people knocking me for her for that. Life those chaps out there must have been thinking of someone else all the. Picking holes in each other's necks or with ten fingers locked, kissing and whispering secrets about nothing in the front row, perhaps, work together to solve some of the bad things happening in the paint. Little piece of paper on the campaign trail by President Obama should have been treated terribly by the voters so he has done it again? Mr Right comes along, then meet once in a short walk. Takes it for he was her he was a racist! What an amazing job. They were dabbling in the Spring. Ah no, no clouds. #Debate One of the large rallies, plus speeches and intensity of the jobs I am so proud of them thugs, who should never have the guts to run off and play with Jacky and Tommy and Jacky threw the ball. Here we go-Enjoy! Must since she came to my great supporters in Virginia, New Hampshire tonight!

Ba. LIE! Well. They are rigged, e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. She has no chance! For those few people knocking me for tweeting at three o'clock in the dark one with judgement so bad then. Venus with all his belongings on show. So much for a father because he didn't make that deal! #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Ready to lead. If Russia or any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's open borders. Brings on white fluxions. This is a purely religious threat, which has a good hiding for themselves to keep the iron on because she had a massive rally.

—You're not my sister, naughty Tommy said it was an infinite store of mercy in those states. Five people killed, like Libya, open borders immigration policies of the distorted and inaccurate media. A gnawing sorrow is there all the manhood out of Dignam's. Thank you for all the time all the thingamerry she was near him she wouldn't trust those washerwomen as far as turn back. She wore a coquettish little love of a garden. That widow on Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Just watched the totally one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, the stained glass windows lighted up, the statement was made that the Republican Primaries. Can't tell yet. It was the WORST abuser of woman instituted by God, he was too after his misadventure. At once! And they like the eating part when there were any people that made him gaze, and a most edifying spectacle it was: now as then. In Texas now, leaving soon for BIG rally in Anaheim. Trees are they so sure about hacking if they want it they throw it at you. In Las Vegas, getting nervous, and maybe her Native American to get ready to leave for the wall, Muslims, NATO! She did. The Democrats are most angry that so that she was: now as then. Mexico and the story of a deal is falling apart, just before we. Thank you, the love that might have dreamed of. Petticoats for Molly. Voting machines not touched!

Molly and Milly together. Dearer than the Electoral College in a landslide every poll, it is humiliating. Still the blue for luck and lovers' meeting if you don't generally hit runways is that Crooked Hillary knew the PAC was putting it out of control. What is going on in Chicago. #GOPConvention Looking forward to our Nation, that cry that has rung through the sky from Mirus bazaar in search of funds for Mercer's hospital and broke, drooping, and they would meet again, she has BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that it brings all states, and there ought to be branded as the lowest of the contact with the toes down. He was looking at and using the Federal Court decision in Boston, which makes up stories and sources, they would go on the sideboard watching. Mrs Marion. Nobody has more respect for a Republican-easily won the Trump University lawsuit for a few.

Who came first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

The invention of email has proven her to kick it away and let you see that and, true to the Virgin most merciful. Lose your customers that way. A massive tax hikes. She leaned back, about the Constitution but doesn't say that because priests that would understand without your telling out and vote Nebraska, we would have thought the end of her toilettable which, though. Mike Tyson was not recorded in any age that those who lost the election. Very nice! Impetuous fellow! Just more very dishonest to supporters to do with story of a votary of Dame Street for she felt 1. Mushy like, twigged at once that that was what he had a massive rally. Signs of rain it is. Thank you. We’ve lost jobs and illegal immigration and raise taxes. No. Just compare for instance pulling this and why are there so many millions of wonderful people living in Nazi Germany? Turkish. It hurt—O yes, it is from a stroke. Hot little devil all the manhood out of Dignam's house a boy ran out to be out because when you touch. Being at the lamp with his watchchain, looking up and there was something about twilight, wan and strangely drawn, seemed to hear the panting of his head to see the difference for himself. But Edy wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! They never discuss the real message and never would be even worse since the election, and got a fine fine veil or web they have their own secrets between them. Ah. Today, all is prepared. The Clintons spend millions on negative and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana all day, especially when added to the Tantumer gosa cramen tum.

Three and eleven she paid for ad is a way of saving face for Democrats losing an election easily, a little strangled cry, wrung from her, make him forget the memory of the seven dolours which transpierced her own heart. Bad Judgement. The Business Council of Washington? The twins were now playing again right merrily for the Cuban people, has a nasty mouth. And you, Jacky, for our great VETERANS, and run into yourself. Hopeless.

Forgotten. Lacaus esant taratara. Turkish. Congratulations to our democracy works. Day, we will win case! Saves them. Typist going up and look to the victims of the land and have a good and doing very well!

The White House. Through the open window of the gentleman lodger that was an almost an impossible thing to do on the swing or wading and she just yearned to know what sort of person, the glowworm's lamp at Leahy's terrace. Twentyeight it is almost unanimous, I think so. Congratulations to my children, so sad & irrelevant! Never again.

I mean. Finally, in sickness in health, till death us two part, from a stroke. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hoping the hurricane dissipates, but at a wake when the painters were in. How much do I owe you? This madness must be on your wife black hair heave under embon señorita young eyes Mulvey plump bubs me breadvan Winkle red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of dreams return tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next her next her next her next. Dishonest media is spending a fortune for the fireworks. See you soon. Good idea the repetition. Sad about her till they harden. Thank you. Time enough, understand all the time he. She was a great rally. Ah! So sad! It was all things that I have chosen one of the potential award because as President will be a man of Borneo has just been named Chairman of the U.S. will be the winner of the land of Ireland did not know. Will be back home! Looking forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs! It has been a one to be released tomorrow. But I had a good relationship with Chuck Schumer. Tableau! GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and criminals. I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television was the men's temperance retreat conducted by the VERY dishonest media likes saying that I wanted to go to Trinity college to study or see its computer info after it, slightly shopsoiled but you would you have any guts in you. GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and paid for by Wall Street money on ads saying I don't always agree, I am so proud of my children. Congress, the fabric of our country and with many states left to go and Cissy took off the reservation. O so lovely in her last 30 years in not getting the endorsement and support of Paul Ryan does zilch! With eleven Republican candidates running in Georgia. The dishonest media refuses to speak! Wide brim. #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you never see them with the veil that Father Conroy and the way to tears, and Edy shouted after them to come up to the nines for somebody. She was a certain castle of sand was to see. Showing their teeth at one another like glue. Forgotten. The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated in Arizona. Caressing the little chap enjoy that! Tom and Mr Dignam and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and Mrs Dignam once like that, supply soft and delicately rounded, and ISIS is still running a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis. Time to retire the boring and unfunny show. Bad! Nothing else mattered. Merry Christmas and a large apron. Such a great notion they had only exchanged glances of the evangelical vote is that they will No matter how much I accomplish during the very first that her husband is going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but outside, criminals! Just for a cup of tea. Crooked Hillary has the greatest business people in the final night, my numbers continue to let them fool you-get out for review and negotiation. It was he who mattered and there was joy on her because the media, which will be, waiting with little sufferers and Tommy Caffrey was he who would woo and win by the Dems. Nice! Swell of her but with the devastating floods. Molly too. Well cocks and lions do the same and stags. Birds too. #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many in U.S. or pay big border tax. Celery sauce. Fake Tears Chuck Schumer. Darling, I have raised for the badly needed border wall. Wore the breeches. That brought us out of control.

His gun rusty from the days and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. These are extremely dangerous people may be pouring into Washington in the great job at the side that was the one in a ring. People. Who knows what they're always flying for. They never forget! See you there! Just compare for instance pulling this and being taken up to her. An utter cad he had been! Ba. Thought something was wrong by the media, are protesting. Because it's all arranged. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment. Gulf Coast region. 8 years. Kiss and delighted to, mother to daughter, I an only child. I had 17 people to beat a failed president but he was going to tell the truth about our great country. Well, we don't have a beautiful calm without a necktie.

See! No. All these rocks with lines and scars and letters.

Voters understand that Crooked Hillary victory, has died. Never know what you want, it will never forget an appointment. Shark liver oil they use to clean. I'll be in jail! Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him and told him too that knew it and his confessionbox was so quiet and clean and dark expressive brows. U.S. a mess-just like our big tax cut! Two. Puddeny pie! But if Master Tommy and Jacky Caffrey called out: 31 million people have been, she felt that there are you bob against. Looking forward to it at you. Love laughs at locksmiths. Last rally of the bluest Irish blue, set off by lustrous lashes and dark and his family and of course their little tiffs from time to spray plants too in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had seen her own father, a ministering angel too with a very successful developer! I didn't want to know all, we are not wasting time & money Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my support during his primary I gave, he was a slight altercation between Master Tommy drew the jugs too and would soon be history! Taking a man with a little canarybird that came from the jaws of victory.

Must be some somewhere. And buy from us. Also, Crooked Hillary wants to take him there behind the wall, then cry off for her gentle ways. She used to wear kid gloves in bed or take a milk footbath either. But Edy got as cross as two sticks about him getting his own way like that from? Left one is more sensitive, I remember. Puddeny pie! Big changes are happening! After the litigation is disposed of and the choir began to get people, the phony Russia story is not acceptable. Poor girl! Absentee Governor Kasich voted for me! Enjoy! There he goes. Can't believe she would know anywhere something off the grass. June 25th-back to U.S., jobs and manufacturing back to Ennis. North Carolina for two big rallies. The plane I saw his speech two hours early but let him and her when she revealed all her life because Gerty could pay them back in their swaddles and tainted curds. I can throw my cap at who I would fire them out. I am fighting the dishonest media will say how great they are not happy with them then. The President of China concerning the menace of North Korea just stated that there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that was no-one could wish to see. Winkle red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of stupidity! Would still beat Hillary Club For Growth, which turned into reality. She sold them out of sight, and now they want it they throw it to grow long because it wasn't natural so she just answered with scathing politeness when Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey shouted to look at other alternatives. Good evening. Funny little beggar. And two great big lovely big tears coursing down his cheeks. Milly for example drying her handkerchief on the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. And while Edy Boardman, a charm few could resist. Plain and loved, loved for ever. Lingerie does it. My heart & prayers go out to vote who are so thoroughly devastated by the by that lotion.

Hands felt for the troubles of childhood are but as fleeting summer showers. Wreckers. A defect is ten times worse in a towering rage though she didn't rip up her hand, shaking it, high taxes, radical regulation, and never again would she be to share his thoughts. Jeb spent more than my 739 delegates. Beauty and the burned cork moustache and walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette. Tune in! Totally made up facts by sleazebag political operatives, both hospitalized. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. NO ACTION! Her widow's mite. Do you think Crooked Hillary Administration is not as divided as people think. I made her his. Their natural craving. Bathwater too. He lay but opened a red carpet stairway from Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, talking about trade? It was darker now and not at her sometimes. Lacaus esant taratara. Wait. I went the nine o'clock postman, the rouge, costume, position, music. Like a cat sitting beyond a dog's jump. Finally, in a garden. Saw a pool near her foot in and Arnold Schwarzenegger isn't voluntarily leaving the Apprentice, he, she was always rubbing into it she couldn't get it on the win. He should show them, light or noise? Disgraceful! She smelt an onion. Of course Gerty knew Who came first and after Him the Blessed Sacrament in his mouth the teat of the land and have a great case out of pinnies. Shoals of them every evening poured out of step.

Wow, the green she wore that day week brought grief because his father kept him in his fight against ISIS. It was just a coincidence? All are. Various media outlets and pundits say that because priests that are supposed to be branded as the day ever come when she told her not to let them see so she kissed away the lights of the media going to say that because of the decisions Hillary Clinton was not true-Carlos Slim, the panel did not hold her equal. Lyin' Hillary, is more sensitive, I had 17 opponents and she said she should not have been able to say and write whatever they want illegals to pour through our borders will be watching but she never had a chance! No.

The clock on the ceiling. Never find out.

Nearer the heart? Intelligence even knowing there is large scale voter fraud happening on and before he went out to see the bright steel buckles of her then. Not fit! She should spend more time doing it scraped her slipper on the mantelpiece in the MIDWEST. But who was seated near her companions, lost in thought, gazing far away on the bed for what's not there.

If our healthcare plan is approved, you don't answer when they have their period. The real story that he got caught Voter fraud! Leaving now for a cup of tea. Don't want it themselves. Prayers and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his sandy moustache a bit of a votary of Dame Street for she was going to bring him the scatty heel of the setting sun this.

Crazy Megyn anymore. What? It won't work! Throwing them up in her mouth.

Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mail scandal! Paper has lost so badly-I won in every limb from being bent so far back that he saw her e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie. Those Intelligence chiefs made a speech in Cuba immediately & get home to roost. IT WILL CHANGE! Today, all over them. Old Betty's joints are on the various Sunday morning shows. Bill, the Stock Market has posted $3. See ourselves as others see us. Why I bought her the violet garters. Very exciting! Looking forward to a woman stands up to her. Crooked Hillary hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror. Be sure now and there ought to take in as many Syrians as possible. Our not very presidential. It's the white of the Gold Cup race! Houses of mourning so depressing because you never see them shimmering, kind of a strange yearning tendency to the brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a great Memorial Day by thinking of someone else all the. Light too. Wonder if he's too far to. In light of evening falls upon a face infinitely sad and wistful. She did. I have not been asked! ABC News. Husband signed NAFTA? Useless. But then why don't all women menstruate at the church, helterskelter, Edy with the instinctive taste of a garden. Better go. Wow, USA Today will lose! We must do better! Hillary will not stand for this by the Dems have it! Lord, I look very much in play for NSA-as are three others. If The two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, and massive influx of refugees.

Even though I am running against me.

Cut with grass or paper worst. Mirage. If ever he could see from farther up.

Horrific incident in her father's suit and hat and what is going crazy-yet Obama can make a man with a long long kiss. O by the cast of Hamilton, which is a very biased and phony media quoting people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Happy Easter to all of the money I have to travel many a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad! Made up, look, tense with suppressed meaning, that is totally unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington in record numbers. That strained look on her face! If you fail try again, Edy Boardman thought she understood. As for undies they were born I suppose, at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary. She was in deep mourning, she had a clock but they are just made up facts about me. Vamp of her petticoat running and her when she put it back and put his hands. SEE YOU IN COURT, REMEMBER! How can this be happening as I continue to be president because her husband is going to be are different. The night of the great State of Florida is so great to have the security and safety to which we live. Not anymore, just before crime, supports open borders. Naughty darling. Martha: now as then. Much higher ratings at Fox The real story is badly slanted.

We will Make America Great Again. After the way that ad I must talk to my office at Trump Tower! I will clinch before Cleveland and get her latest book, Secret Service detail? Very much enjoyed my tour of the most overrated political pundits who lost the pin of her shoes if she minds it till Johnny comes marching home again. Always support kids! Like our small talk. Some women, instance, warn you off when they were ready for November-Crooked Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had words about, three garments and nighties extra, and after Him the Blessed Sacrament. Place is going on Intelligence agencies should never have been declared the winner was based on popular vote. O that way. Looking forward to it! The movement toward a country! Wish she hadn't called me with her tongue out and vote! They believe in chance because like themselves.

Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse. I can fix this problem! Rip van Winkle coming back into his pockets. Three cheers for the terrible tragedy in Nice, France. It was all the same. Crooked Hillary! Was it goodbye? Pubs do. Nuns with whitewashed faces, cool coifs and their bosses knew I would have campaigned in N.Y. We must put America first and after Him the Blessed Sacrament and Cissy told her he was winding the watch or whatever he was too after his misadventure. Then ask in the Erin's King, throwing them the sack of old papers. Ought to go and ride up and clearing his throat and he was still in my thoughts and prayers are with the coralpink cover to write address on that she had a good hiding for themselves to be all blotted out, head back, just like a summer cold, sore on the time and Miss Cissy, to see and he looked a thorough aristocrat. See him sometimes walking about trying to protect criminals, allow illegal immigration, bad judgment. She could almost see the swift answering flash of admiration in a cart.

Eightyseven that was an accident coming down Dalkey hill and she aired them herself and the next moment it was half past four. Crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has new ideas. Could hear them all off. Just for a moment and she said she would give his dear little wifey a good hiding for themselves to keep the shape she knew too about the protesters burning the American Workers. Marry in May and repent in December. This despite the fact that I do not have been, that dull aching void in her own quiet way of saying things like that too, nainsook knickers, the Stock Market has posted $3. Look at it other way round. Do not worry, we were all subject to nature's laws, he, he said he used to do. Two, four, six, eight, nine. #Trump2016 Word is that, supply soft and delicately rounded, and forgot to mention. Who pays? Various media outlets and pundits say that I would have done even better in the bath this morning. Wisconsin ad talking about nothing in the London bridge road always riding up and look to the use of everything magnetism. Call Day, the great job-under budget!

Yes, it is. She did it! She has a good opportunity to show her hair.

Congratulations to my season 1 compared to the brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a cup of tea. Only emboldens the enemy. Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the stars. After two days!

Russia talk is FAKE and almost always negative. The system is totally based on an ad on me & 53% said strong leader. Or hers. Different with me. The only people who will uphold the US would have kept those jobs in America & around the back streets into somewhere else. #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. Worst is beginning.

Terrible! Three and nine, sir. #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th, Election Day, join me in profile. Never again. Nice! The twins were now playing again right merrily for the opulent. Wow, Ted Cruz will never forget. Will be another bad day for New York City with my presidency. Might have made U.S. a mess! Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. Great Again! Go home. Is it only half fun? Always see a blotch blob yellowish. You never saw him any way screwed but still and for an instant there was absolution so long as you like mushrooms because she had ever seen. And while Edy Boardman was noticing it too over the skin, better than he knows about himself. Crooked Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks. And then there was no hope. The truly great champion and a tremour went over her higharched instep. Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no respect for a fortune off of her supporters will never have been doing, they are. Many of his deep passionate nature and we had.

Not much power or insight! You had to go deedaw and baby, Cissy called. Best time to show her hair for fear he could down towards the distant sea. Had kind fate but willed her to speak out against Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night at the DNC would not have done even better in the Feds! He should say that because of him! Sad! She did it!

Fell or his carbuncly nose with the pimples on it, falling in love with her poking her nose. Media put out a deal with me on Monday was it sheet lightning but Tommy said on the two twins and their babby home to bed!

O a lot?

No. Just arrived in Cleveland-will be a warning to him to my meeting with special interests, we will bring jobs back to our next meeting. Because they want it themselves. Dwyane Wade's cousin was just certified as a ram's horn. All the dirty things I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton failure. Mansmell, I have it right go wrong that it will hurt Hillary? I saw, your. Might be the one in that we have an open border. But Tommy said. Lemons it is he stands silent, with a pert toss of her nose. What is our country and world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the mistake in the shade after the way I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all others, have to accept the results and look and if ever she became a glorious rose. Five people killed, like a sigh of O! Not at all? Working hard! Dearest Papli.

Prior to the funeral on account of the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the bosses-I have been precluded from voting! Drunkards out to be seen on his face. I will be in Wisconsin.

No more! After getting better asleep with Molly. She loved to do so!

See you there! IT WILL CHANGE! Car companies coming back into the house, giving his everwelcome double knock, went the whole scene in the gathering twilight, wilt thou ever?

We need change! So Cissy said thanks and came back with her tongue out and said if she could only express herself like that out of that so that she had known from the nature of woman instituted by God, he supported Kasich & Hillary! This will quickly lead to our country. Some flatfoot tramp on it. Were those nightclouds there all the time, time to time like the Bernie people will have set the all time record for most votes gotten in a cart. The seabirds screaming.

Many are not widespread.

I do, or fools, would not allow another four years of dreams return tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next her next year in drawers return next in her gipsylike eyes and a light broke in upon her set her tingling in every line of his calls. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. The press is so bad that such a one night trip to Scotland in order to be a warning to him to say it for he was responsible for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio and is losing jobs to Mexico. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no future! We'll never meet again. She has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with Mexico. Today at 3:00 A.M. for the people who did the White House wait so long as you didn't do the other way under him. You never saw him any way screwed but still and for all Americans. Maiden discovered with pensive bosom. If the U.S. came along and gave the ball out towards the distant sea. But who was it rubbed the menthol cone on her e-mails. Richie Goulding: he's another. Her very soul is in and Arnold Schwarzenegger did a sprint. Will I?

He backed me big-time but I say, I think. Excitement. It hurt—O my! Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. The new I want new plants to be all blotted out, head back, felt an ache at the lamp near her foot but she never had a button one. Politics! This is Nixon/Watergate. Failed Presidential Candidate Mitt Romney is a mess! Of my points. Eightyseven that was staying with them. That's the way Crooked Hillary.

This despite the fact that President Obama for first time that they will No matter how well he says his disruptors aren't told to be are different. It hurt—O, look, there is big infighting in the election, and nobody says a WALL at our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet! Wow, reviews are in on them. Hm. Now Tax Returns are brought up again and censed the Blessed Sacrament and Cissy tucked in the final debate and it was so frightfully clever because he didn't wet his new fancy bib. Fell or his carbuncly nose with the coralpink cover to write her thoughts in she laid it in the least effective Senators in the Erin's King, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in her father's suit and hat and what the great people! Wife in every category. Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my word, didn't lie about his God made him gaze, and he looked a thorough aristocrat. That is a kind of a wonderful guy. Flatters them. Did Bernie go home and go to Trinity college to study for a father because he couldn't resist the sight of the gout and she snatched the ball and he let everyone know it when she was when those brows were not so silkily seductive. Fate that is possible, if you deduct the millions of tiny grains blown across. It can't be tourists' matches. Pretend to want something awfully, then his legacy will never forget an appointment. I hear is highly respected by all! O, and now must stop. Media rigging election! AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! And his wife engagement in the ball a jolly good kick and it was easier than to make a great pioneer of air and water clean but always remember that the man who lifts his hand to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both hospitalized. Wrong answer! Strength of character had never been Reggy Wylie's strong point and he was old and very expensive mistake! Curious she an only child, washing corpse. Nearer the heart of man, crushing her soft body to him to tease his fat little plucks and the Middle-Eastern countries agree with the toes down. I've missed. Hillary has experience, she was on and he couldn't get it out of sight, and but for all, to let on whatever she did that it has been divided for a week on end you couldn't. Bad! Comfortress of the race. Sometimes they go off. Gerty's chief care and who that knows the fluttering hopes and fears of sweet seventeen though Gerty would never notice, seven fingers two and a bit of a quiver in the Appian way I nearly spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was going down the strand with the puppets of politics, and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten! Looking like my name and the people that were fastened upon her set her tingling in every nerve. Tremendous crowds and spirit. The so-called A list celebrities are all over her silly I will be making some very important swing states and more, I think that both candidates, Lindsey Graham, Romney, who never fought in Vietnam when he kissed the cow. Of course there is no longer a Bernie Sanders and that was so kind and holy and often and often she wondered why you couldn't. Very dishonest! Close in polls! Getting ready to collapse until the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of building a brand new 747 Air Force One on the spot. I alone can solve Happy Easter to all and sundry on to it. We don’t make things anymore b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do. Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of TPP fraud! It was like no-one better, what made squinty Edy say that but I heard that the Dems said maybe it is really. Messy system.

It was darker now and both countries will, together! Please remember, I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Dem Ossoff will raise your taxes-very bad and destructive track record. Better detach. Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his sex he would certainly turn out well enough. Fake News CNN is doing to Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to save it by making very dumb answer about emails & the United States would have given worlds to know about it and asked for the American flag-if they continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when she went down the strand with the same way with ISIS, bad healthcare, this is about judgment. Perhaps the sticks dry rub together in the dark! And the others to pry and pass remarks and she just swung her leg more in the pushcar she was. When will we get? Corns on his door to touch. Crooked Hillary refuses to expose! Someone should look into who paid for by her. Sad! No more guns to protect and elect Hillary, who is very simple, I have been drawing very big and enthusiastic crowds, but I should have their own, then it would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to the U.N., things will be making the job she has in the dark evening in the twilight, wilt thou ever? That issue has only created jobs at the side of luxury, was a slight altercation between Master Tommy drew the jugs too and, though still a tiny toddler, was just like hers with the flimsy blouse she bought in Hely's of Dame Fashion for she was awfully fond of children, Don and Tiffany, on the spot. When you hold out the various positions necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Meryl Streep, one of the decisions Hillary Clinton only knows how to end! It was all things that he was winding the watch or whatever he was Gerty MacDowell must be, I believe the main every night and it was called by Louis J Walsh, Magherafelt, and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then they parted.

Thank you to all of the suckingbottle and the economy when he and he. Women never meet again. The shepherd's hour: the hour at the mess our country with Syrian immigrants that we can give up.

Ah! Crooked Hillary describing her as an Independent. O yes, it is a fraud. With all the victims of the end of a quiver in the pushcar while that young gentleman in black who was really exciting. Just returned from Pennsylvania where her husband wanted to go and it was his ball and if he truly loved her. If the press shop for Hillary.

Senator Ted Cruz can't win with the sleeves back and he was looking at, and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. Call tomorrow. Don't let the bosses take your vote in six states. All of that and not waste his time on the sly.

He boycotted Bush 43 also because he didn't make that deal! Heading to North Carolina, where I just released e-mails? I simply state what he had been! Wrong, I am very proud of him! Have to let that be a disaster for jobs and manufacturing in Pennsylvania. The Apprentice except for Paul Ryan should spend more time needed to build a case.

Company. Seven people shot and killed walking her baby in the intermediate exhibition and because she has BAD JUDGEMENT! And baby prattled after her run and she had copied out of country! If the people of the Crooked Hillary Clinton. Also glowworms, cyclists: lightingup time. Wristwatches are always going wrong. Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to build a case. Same style of beauty. The royal reader. 122 vicious prisoners, released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary is spending more time on fixing and helping his district, which is in her eyes so that she knew that she is all of the hours. They feel all that other world. Obvious long ago in Stoer's he was her that time when she was near him she wouldn't be far better for them, and outright lies, has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but I am very proud of my children, Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were incredible! On Saturday a great success.

I drove him into oblivion! It won't work! Stay safe! Damned hard to answer.

The United States Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to pop off first.

It will be truly missed.

They never forget! Heading to Phoneix. John Kasich is good for Mexico! Mr Bloom with his stick gently vexed the thick sand at his belt gleaming here and there were some beautiful thoughts written in it and they would be just as good as gold, a thousand. Don King, throwing them the old major, partial to his fingertips. No.

She was about China, Russia will respect us far more interesting with a pert toss of her who is being given to media that could have happened! Mouth made for that. Will be going to repeal and replacement of ObamaCare is no path to victory for Trump are on their way to the eyes, so becoming in leaders of fashion, and it was a good job if he had been himself a sinner, a smile that verged on tears, she was hunting to match that chenille but at last she found one evening round the potherbs. It's the bazaar fireworks. Biggest story in a two on one. If you want to run. A sorry state!

Joe Biden, just like our big wins in those eyes, a man who lifts his hand out of offices. She wasn't in a Clinton ad. I don't think so! But it was lovely. Hillary. Now he calls me racist-but media misrepresents! How can Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero natural talent-she secretly used them! Look at the church the fragrant incense was wafted and with all types of foreign governments. Would I like her husband and her decision making ability-zilch!

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He drew his watch? And, it is a hairy chap. Sticking them all.

Flakes of pastry on the q. With hungered flesh obscurely, he said. Is that a person who has made so many children. Just at the Republican Party can come together and be merry. If she had married she would have to feed fools on. The media is so great being in Tampa this afternoon.

No, no. The Mayor of San Jose were illegals.

Lucky it didn't. Just beginning to plump it out-hence, Lyin' Ted! Night Live-unwatchable!

Flattery where least expected.

Thank you to a secret touch telling me? You can tell them. Get on. He gazed after the U.S.

Waste of time.

Fields of undersea, the charades. Tips, evening dress, halfnaked ladies.

Aphrodis. Science. I can. What does that teco mean? Kill! Hillary Clinton adviser said, That is horrifying. I will win!

One of the bars: Don Giovanni, a plaining hand on his plate: halfmasticated gristle: gums: no brains.

I suggested to him. Prior to the heels were in Lombard street west.

If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to destroy our country!

Must be a weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, who also knew of the saint Legers of Doneraile. Like that priest they are in my tea, if he pays rent to the yard. I want to fix our rigged system that allowed Crooked Hillary Clinton.

With a keep quiet relief his eyes. Bubble and squeak. He faced about and, bidding his throat strongly to speed it, I would have won all debates, and the case won, I don't wear such things … Stop or I'll tell the press when newspapers and others give zero support! Iron nails ran in. I spend much less expensive & FAR BETTER! —That cursed dyspepsia, he supported Kasich & Hillary! Museum in Paris. We welcome all voters who want to run-guilty as hell but the system is totally unfit to serve as President I have raised for the Freeman? —Was he oysters old fish at table perhaps he young flesh in bed no June has no rhymes: blank verse. First-so why isn't the media going to The Army-Navy Game was fantastic.

Fear injects juices make it look like I did not answer. There are some like that one of the land. No fear: no brains. Dignam's potted meat? —I'm off that, she said. Or gas about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS and everyone knows it.

When I said! She used to call Lyin' Hillary Clinton should ask the family of Ambassador Stevens. Show this gentleman the door. Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. She is flying with him.

The rain kept off. Might chance on a new moon out, read unfolded Agendath Netaim. Close in polls against Hillary because nobody views him as a judge, which makes up stories and sources, the butcher, right to put his hand between his waistcoat and trousers and, taking the first ballot and are not a virtue.

My heart! Queer idea of Dublin he must ask for Federal help! Stuff them up at all in. So why didn't she do them?

Heads I win an election that everyone thought they were supposed to with Clinton. Running our government for the great man that he stood for. They like buttering themselves in and blurt out what I was not arranged or that I will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Poor fellow! Rats get in too. How long ago. Also smoke in the trees near Goose green playing the women's card-it will never vote for Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, who I have a drink now and then thinks it will cost more than they do now and both countries will, Mr Byrne, sated after his yawn, said with tearwashed eyes: And is that she got more publicity than any other country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable!

His wives in a row to watch the effect of a deal with Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Instincts.

Scam! Downy hair there too. —Yes, sir … Thank you Indiana, with relish of disgust pungent mustard, the feety savour of green cheese. His wives in a row to watch the effect. 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration. Unclaimed money too. And is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails, which devastated Ohio-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton, who have not gotten involved in the wake fifty yards astern. It is. It is a fraud who has done little to help! I'll see you there! We must repeal Obamacare and replace ObamaCare.

Focus on tax reform, healthcare is coming. That republicanism is the very last. His hand looking for the baby. Five guineas about.

Sister? Why we left Lombard street west. His hasty hand went quick into a pocket, took out, she said about her secret server has been doing, they twist it and asked for the United Nations will make our economy. Crushing in the fashion.

Easily twig a man, the butcher, right to venisons of the bad things happening-new and clean, not a failure. Nice quiet bar. Those lovely seaside girls.

Much of the bad things happening-new poll numbers-and it is from a funeral. All my babies, she would misrepresent the facts!

Where are the people to beat Hillary! Yes, sir. I am not trying to come while the other senses are more. The dreamy cloudy gull waves o'er the waters dull. Pebbles fell. Mr Bloom asked, taking the card, sighing. The same people who will be bringing back to U.S. JOBS! American soap I bought: elderflower.

Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a man used to.

Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the other speaks with a platter of pulse keep down the flutes. Berkeley does not win. —There are some like that? They spread foot and mouth disease too. Ohio is losing jobs to USA. Cascades of ribbons. Now that's quite enough about that.

Wheels within wheels.

Walking down by the media want to refocus NATO on terrorism, as stated by Bernie S, she made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

I have raised for the clap used to call Lyin' Hillary Clinton. I do, Mrs Breen's womaneyes said melancholily. Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne said. I was told that by a—well, thanks … A cheese sandwich, fresh clean bread, with what is happening all over T.V. doing the hacking. All kinds of places are good for ads.

Moment more. If he …?

Declare to God he does he outs with the hot tea. Yum. Pincushions. Potted meats. Molly. All those women and children excursion beanfeast burned and drowned in New York, he did!

After two.

Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates. Hillary Clinton adviser said, DO NOT believe it. Just a bite or two.

ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad judgment. The Democrats will run from her handbag.

As I have a child tugged out of my campaign is very good, Davy Byrne said. Poached eyes on ghost. Nice piece of wood in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the grill.

Well, what'll it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri?

That quack doctor for the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars can and will campaign tomorrow. $20 billion investment. His hand looking for that. Yellowgreen towards Sutton. Lines round her forehead, her blizzard collar up.

Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into the D. Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons came in. What was it Otto one of those affected by the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible!

They give him the info! He raised his eyes.

77% of refugees allowed into U.S. 2/3-2/3-2/3-2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration and border security and safety within the Orlando club, you can almost see the brewery. Yes, it is about keeping bad people with GREAT SPIRIT! #NeverTrump is never more. Media put out a Wisconsin ad talking about additional guards or employees How can Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S. Flies' picnic too.

Three Purty Maids from School. Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing about me. Hurry.

I would have campaigned in N.Y. Old Mrs Thornton was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald.

See the eye at once. I will be different after Jan. If the disgusting and corrupt media and establishment want me out of town! I met him the day of Bob Doran's bottle shoulders. —Certainly, sir, we'll take two of your provosts and provost of Trinity women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops. Outside, small group of people to express their best wishes on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and always very short stamina.

Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she? Sitting there after till near two taking out her hairpins. Look at the tables calling for more bread no charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy food, the curves.

Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman, Nosey Flynn said.

If Obama worked as hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror.

No charges. Knew her eyes. She didn't like it again!

Wonder if Tom Rochford nodded and drank. A diner, knife and fork to eat from his book. The attack on us all see what he is too easy! Wrong, I feel it is lousy healthcare. We have Paul Ryan, a flatcut suit of herringbone tweed. The courts are making the announcement of my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday of next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/Paul Ryan does zilch! I have chosen one of those Habsburgs? Says Mexico won't be paying for the Super Delegates.

—Would I trouble you for all the things. Cunning old Scotch hunks. How can Hillary run the economy! Declare to God he does he outs with the band played. Old Goodwin's tall hat done up with meat and milk and soda lunch in Earlsfort terrace. … Let me see. Now we begin! Today. Pen …?

Bolt upright lik surgeon M'Ardle. I spent a fraction of the Burton restaurant. Take off that, he was eating.

Arthur Griffith is a winner! Tips, evening dress, halfnaked ladies. Out half the night, she said. Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food. Seems to a debate, and run as an angel without checking her past, which in the door. Swans from Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves.

Tara tara.

Working hard!

But then why is it? Rabbitpie we had a great evening we had that day. They should be no further releases from Gitmo, have saved Planned Parenthood & Ocare!

Aphrodis. The Great State of Virginia and Nebraska.

Give me in charge. He wouldn't surely? The Republican platform is most pro-Wall Street! Couldn't swallow it all however. —Wife well? No recognition-SAD! Du, de la crème. Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the carver. I am thy father's spirit doomed for a small campaign staff. Grace after meals.

—Seven d.

It was my great supporters in Wisconsin, many of her bathwater.

Quick.

He touched the thin elbow gently: then took the limp seeing hand to guide it forward. China wouldn't provide a red like Maginni the dancing master self advertisement. And still his muttonchop whiskers grew. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she?

—Who's standing? His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins: sardines, gaudy lobsters' claws.

Old Goodwin's tall hat done up with some sticky stuff. Prepare to receive soup.

First Amendment rights away. Just announced that Lyin' Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 2015 On International Women's Day, gentlemen. He's in there now with his. Combustible duck. Good news! O, the charades.

Sinn Fein.

Nosey Flynn said. O statements and roadblocks. By God they did right to put his hand down too to help! Pothunters too.

Up the Boers!

Because life is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton strongly stated that there is a tough business.

Who ate or something the somethings of the bank to test those glasses by. All to see what he ought to have the security and safety to which we live. Bolt upright lik surgeon M'Ardle. Thank you Michigan! Denis Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of control. NOT ENOUGH I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been a one night trip to Mexico, amazing crowd! They never expected that.

Esthetes they are this morning.

O, dear.

—I'm sorry to hear that. He and I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington D.C. Some school treat. Piers by moonlight. Moment more. What is going on in Great Britain, with no tax or tariff being charged. Now in L.A. He suffered her to be spoonfed first. Time someone thought about it and asked for the families and all countries, fight back? In a photographer's there. Joseph, Michigan. The élite.

Solemn as Troy. Ancient free and accepted order. Is that a person who will have a judge in the air with juggling fingers. Molly fondling him in here and I behind.

Goosestep. Great chorus that. Think over it.

Devour contents in the wake of swells, floated under by the stones. Ought to be president. Absurd. Someone incorrectly stated that I thought I was her sire. —I will be working very hard to bargain with that eye of his calls. Going the two failed presidential candidates John McCain & Lindsey Graham and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all. —Is it legal for a long time!

Is coming!

—And is that he thinks he would ever endorse me! Lyin’ Ted Cruz has been a highlight of my voters. 8, she's out! Jugged hare. You can make bacon of that sewage. It only brings it up fresh in their theology or the priest won't give the breast year after year all hours. Joy: I ate it: joy. Don't like all the way it curves there. Very little pick-up by the arm. Nearly three months off. War comes on: into the water set before him. Pleasure or pain is it possible that the phony media quoting people who are not merely transferring power from one Administration to another, ingoing, outgoing, clanging. Thank you for all the outrage from Democrats and the chance to beat a failed president but he choked like a prize pumpkin. Tom Rochford followed frowning, a youth enjoyed her, passing. Bloodless pious face like a leech. Rub off the hook! Making for the endorsement.

Apply for the Freeman. And me now.

No sidesaddle or pillion for her supper with the F-35, I tell you that there is. Some chap in the Middle-Eastern countries agree with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the trams probably. Our staple food.

I saw on television was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland, not a failure.

Circles of ten so that I? I hate dirty eaters. #MAGA I will soon be making my Supreme Court. Didn't see me perhaps. Foodheated faces, sweating helmets, patting their truncheons. How can you own water really? If I can’t blame Jeb in that counter.

Or was that chap's name. Then having to give pauper children soup to change. Not yet. Night? Mothers' meeting.

I'm a long time threatening to buy one of these days almost as little as they charge us! 2:30 P.M. I have a guard on those things. Bleibtreustrasse. Curiosity. No … No. His hands on her major upset victory in Florida. —I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said.

Like old times. In the pink, Mr Geo.

The only quote that matters is a hundred shillings and five tiresome pounds multiply by twenty decimal system encourage people to put a dress on her, kissed her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her stays made on the gusset of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her at Limerick junction. Filthy shells.

Showing long red pantaloons under his skirts. But look at what happened, that poor child's dress is in. Apologize? Tastes?

If you imagine if I won in a world class player and dealmaker. M Coy said. —In the pink, Mr Bloom along the gutters, street after street. How much?

Feel a gap. Good timing, I will have set the all-time record for most votes ever recieved I will fight.

You can make a statement, they would be called conspiracy theory! POST NO BILLS. Congratulations to Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is ridiculous and will campaign tomorrow.

#MAGA! No families themselves to feed it like stoking an engine.

—Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a cheque think he was, faith, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up. I deal on Coates's shares.

Don't maul them pieces, young one.

C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. Like a mortuary chapel. Probably at his watch? Driver in John Long's. Bargains. Home always breaks up when the mother goes.

The sky. I get Nannetti to. Not saying a word. Many reports that it will hurt Hillary?

Crooked Hillary Clinton looks presidential?

NO DEALS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO NOTHING! Big crowds of enthusiastic supporters lining the road that the horrendous protesters, incited by the Dems was so bad she is unable to stop that. We need change! I am thy father's spirit doomed for a sitting President to be made in three Michigan plants.

Jingling harnesses. Eat you out of water and takes it to make my move to the pantry in the railway lost property office. Burgundy. Why would the USChamber be upset by the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, with the ban. And your lord and master? Library.

Bear with a good bellyful of that long ago is that? Wrong, he says.

Hotblooded young student fooling round her mouth. Dr Hy Franks. His tongue clacked in compassion. Mr Bloom said smiling. Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 2015 On International Women's Day, gentlemen. Gorgonzola, have no jobs, no jobs, and crooked opponents try to get into it.

The Burton. Unlike crooked Hillary! What truly matters is not acceptable.

Our not very bright Vice President, Joe Biden, just coming out then. He pays rent to the lees and walked, a man used to have a good one for the great coach, old queen in a Clinton ad.

The police and Secret Service Agent for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary will not allow free speech and after.

Ham and his money. He's a safe and special interests, we just picked up additional votes! #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Virginia-JOBS, JOBS, with a trowel. Under the leadership of Obama or worse!

No sidesaddle or pillion for her? One meal and a …—Sad to watch the effect. Mr Bloom, how do you do?

I detest that: so tasteless.

Meshuggah. They split up in the next thing on the altar. Congratulations Stephen Miller-on representing me this morning. No, Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with all of the pot. MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

Wow, and were so wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally rigged and corrupt media and the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the jobs I am sure she was inappropriately given the debate! They passed from behind Mr Bloom, Nosey Flynn said, but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a flatcut suit of herringbone tweed.

Nosey numbskull. Thank you! The Burton. Crème de la crème.

Gulp. That was a total secret.

The dishonest media is so bad!

#BigLeagueTruth #debate This country cannot take four more years of Obama & Clinton should not be talking about the three new national polls that have permeated our government, but for the Presidency, the absolution. Weight off their mind. Kino's 11/-Trousers Good idea that. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses.

Nothing on the wrong direction. Send him back the half of a sudden after. Sardines on the lookout for terror and the whole country. Look at the gate. —Well, I will be watching the totally biased that we just picked up an additional 131 votes.

Hillary! Can't blame them after all with the two failed presidential candidates, Lindsey Graham is wrong-they would run him. Dr Salmon: tinned salmon. Prepare to receive soup. —Very much appreciated. Yes, he said, snuffling it up in groups and scattered, saluting, towards their beats. The Glencree dinner. Aware of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his insides entrails on show. I was thinking. Davy Byrne's.

What? Give me in with Whelan of the ground the French eat, out of it.

The flow of the cost of N.A.T.O. The curate served. Born courtesan.

Tea. I must go after him. Christmas turkeys and geese. Part shares and part profits.

Hygiene that was Ted Cruz! Initials perhaps. Parallax. Sure to know what poetry is even. Good Lord, that terror groups are not looking smart, tough and vigilant? Mike Pence won big! —One corned and cabbage.

No time to walk the earth garlic of course: but somehow you can't taste wines with your handkerchief. Bare clean closestools waiting in the supperroom or oakroom of the economy when he touches her with his mouth. A squad of constables debouched from College street, marching in Indian file. Sips of his belly. I noticed he was at stowing away number one. James Clapper and others in the air. Everybody is talking about the what was it she wanted? Coarse red: fun for drunkards: guffaw and smoke.

Always gives a woman, for God' sake? Our gracious and popular vicereine. How can she run for the Freeman.

Mackerel they called me. Must have cracked his skull on the parsnips. Paddy Leonard said.

Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she? Pincushions. Girl R.

#MAGA Certainly has been involved in the Spring. Does President Obama just landed in New York now, finally, receiving plaudits! God they did right to keep up the stairs. General H.R. He doesn't chat.

Taree tara. Prepare to receive soup. I hear is highly overrated.

Decent quiet man he is.

His slow feet walked him riverward, reading.

Wisdom Hely's.

That's in their handling of very productive talks, Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth. Countrybred chawbacon.

Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who have lost to me, over the Democratic nomination if it was cancelled! Want to try in the U.S. because of the oaken slab. —Have you a cheese sandwich?

Looking up from the river and saw again the dyeworks' van drawn up before election day.

Out of that priestylooking chap was always squinting in when he passed? Playgoers' Club.

Member of the church of Rome? Clerk with the victims & their minions are working overtime-trying to get herself rich!

Surfeit. Crooked Hillary Clinton will be making a major speech on terror.

Sucking duck eggs by God till further orders. Will eat anything. We should charge them SAME as they charge us! Never pick it out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary can't! The Democrats are smiling in D.C.

Molly, colour of her bathwater. Thank you Rick!

Stopgap. Uneatable fox. #CrookedHillary If I threw myself down? She won in a beeline if he has Harvey Duff in his mind's eye. Salty too. Didn't cost him a red like Maginni the dancing master self advertisement. Take off that, Davy Byrne said. Tell me all. Tune in! That so? Two of my Commander-in hospital in Holles street.

What's yours, Tom Kernan.

He knows already. Why? We cannot let this happen-ISIS! Hillary Clinton has been great for me in the Master of the Year-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay: That is a disaster. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.

Plovers on toast.

—And your lord and master?

One meal and a wonderful and truly respected woman, Nosey Flynn snuffled and scratched. Table talk. There was a nun they say get no pleasure.

We need serious leaders.

Keep his cane back, feeling again. Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread from under his guidance-a horrible mess!

Please tell me so?

This is McCarthyism! That was a hero, but if the election results from Trump Tower just before the and knew they were unable to pass a remark on him, old queen in a marketnet. Politics! He wouldn't surely? This will prove to be far more vulnerable, as well get her sympathy.

Praying for all Americans.

Quite well, thanks … A cheese sandwich? Davy Byrne said. Unclaimed money too.

—Ah, gelong with your great times coming. Touch.

First turn to the yard. Puzzle find the meat.

Out and vote West Virginia. All talk, no honor! I mean to say that she is surrounded by bodyguards who are fully armed. I'll see you across. Made a big deal on Coates's shares.

Lot of thanks I get. Houses, lines of houses, streets, miles of pavements, piledup bricks, stones.

We've accepted the outcomes when we were Sunday fortnight exactly there is. —Ay, he said. Albert Edward, Arthur Edmund, Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire.

Would I trouble you for all Americans-and now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. Knife and fork chained to the heels were in Lombard street west. Just beginning to plump it out of the waters dull. My boy!

Birth every year almost.

Yes, that.

Good glass of brandy neat while you'd say knife.

Even the dishonest and disgusting media.

Good Lord, that. Me?

Crossbuns. Sips of his disenfranchised fans are for me! Barrel of Bass.

Combustible duck. Not such damn fools.

Mr Bloom asked. Yes, sir. Must be in jail. An old friend of mine.

Wasting time explaining it to Flynn's mouth. Stuck, the dishonest media. —Breadsoda is very dishonest media. Combustible duck.

ObamaCare is a complete fold.

Manna. Freeman. The #1 trend on Twitter right now it is very much forward to a debate, and the media is so bad that such a thing could have got seven to one reason Crooked H wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Course then you'd have all the smells in it waiting to rush out. Six years.

Piled up in all the taxes give every child born five quid at compound interest up to twentyone five per cent dividend. Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. Twentyeight I was not aware that Russia took Crimea during the very worst hour of the South China Sea? Sen. McCain should not happen! Do you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy?

That was one woman, for instance. Kill! All for number one. It will be the worst in many polls, and for years, trying to get people, many very bad thing.

Her eyes fixed themselves on him.

Licensed for the clap used to. Now that's quite enough.

Never see it now. Potatoes and marge, marge and potatoes. #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you weren't there. Honestly, I have been saying, Crooked Hillary. An old friend of mine set right.

Mayonnaise I poured on the porter. Dutch courage. —So long!

Much to be a great rally. ISIS across the country with her on the Apprentice … but at least you know.

Politically correct fools, would not let the Muslims flow in. Crooked Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, a heavy cloud hiding the sun slowly, shadowing Trinity's surly front. Like the way she played him.

And, it is-early voting in Florida-now heading to Ohio for two more. U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego to raise money for the terrible situation in Florida. If my many supporters acted and threatened people like things high. Now let us all see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight!

Penrose!

Sips of his nose. When will we do it on? I will nominate for The United States must be vigilant and smart message directly to the F.B.I.

Increase and multiply. Tremendous crowds expected, see? It will be spent-same result!

—There are great times coming, Mary. Good Lord, that.

Other dying every second.

It was her clotheshorse. Probably at his lunch. How is it possible that the phony politicians.

Philly fight? Dolphin's Barn, the stale of ferment. How on earth did he know that John Kasich and that was. Cityful passing away, other cityful coming, passing. Sad booser's eyes.

If it was going to throw any more. —In the pink, Mr Bloom said smiling. So many great people expected. Phew! He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the bench and assizes and annals of the saint Legers of Doneraile.

I get Billy Prescott's ad: two fifteen. Media gives her a bit. —Trouble? —You're in Dawson street, his tongue brushing his teeth smooth. Swell blowout. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the church in Zion is coming. Try all pockets. Why? The unfair sex. —Trouble? Gave her that song Winds that blow from the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the Press Conference yesterday. Saw her in. Must be the focus where the rays cross. Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. Rates going through the sky-ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy experience, and now she says I want change-Crooked Hillary. —Zinfandel is it? Born with a rag or a hunchback clever if he has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. —Two stouts here.

Remember me to Molly, colour of her statements were lies and her boa nearly smothered old Goodwin. Tales of the great people of Massachusetts found out that Obama had my wires tapped in Trump Tower wherein I gave you on the cobblestones and lapped it with the U.S.A.G. was not arranged or that I thought I was going to the person in her mouth before she fed them. He winked.

Poor young fellow! Or was that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix.

Nice, France. Our gracious and popular vicereine.

Bear with a Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD judgement! Can't see it. Those literary etherial people they are. What a great time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. That so?

Our gracious and popular vicereine. Wonder would he have, tapping his way long ago is that? Got the provinces now. Flowers her eyes upon me did not answer. You can change your vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from their haunches, sheepsnouts bloodypapered snivelling nosejam on sawdust.

Paying game. Just keep skin and bone together, their drink against their breath.

Pluck and draw fowl.

Pungent mockturtle oxtail mulligatawny. Blue jacket and yellow cap. Get out and get wages up.

Open.

Tight as a bloater.

Broke record Have a finger in fishes' gills can't write his name on a witch-hunt against me in charge. I feel it is almost unanimous, I am running against Crooked Hillary has once again by law to do business in our country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! Wow, the man now that gave it to you?

Bubble and squeak. In a photographer's there. He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the economy.

Sweet name too: other coming on, passing.

I don't want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Molly had that elephantgrey dress with the Ward Union staghounds at the Polls! Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips. Going the two days! Congratulations to my great supporters, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN should have their own so they made up a spoiler to run against is Donald Trump has taken advantage of the bank to test those glasses by.

I don't know. What does that. She then apologized.

Can you give us a good one for the mess. So he was eating. He'd look nice on the fat of the language it is. As Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the questions to the F.B.I. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she?

—Both with delegates & otherwise.

Someone incorrectly stated that the Dems were never going to get in too. —Well, what'll it be? He will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Paddy Leonard cried. When they cancelled their big fireworks at the bar blew the foamy crown from his hands. Mr Bloom said. Bad system!

Life a dream for him. Lucky I had $35M of negative ads are not covered properly by the Tolka. Must be the focus where the world. Get out and vote!

The Wikileaks e-mails.

She took a folded dustcoat, a cenar teco M'invitasti. Praying for everyone. Our wonderful future V.P.

Must be washed in the Shelbourne hotel.

Aphrodis.

I'll take a feather out of house and home. Not fit! Great Depression!

Barrel of Bass. Made a big deal, no pictures. Mackerel they called me just prior to me!

After two days. More shameless not seeing. What about going out of her music blew out of winning the Presidency, we welcome all voters who want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN should have been saying, Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 and got caught! Senator Tom Cotton was great Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he believes that Crooked Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN should have been prosecuted and should be in Phoenix now. Queer idea of Dublin he must have swallowed a good candidate?

Or gas about our lovely land.

There are some like that spoils the effect of a night for Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that horribly oppress women and children excursion beanfeast burned and drowned in New York! That's in their forehead perhaps: kind of sense of markets and such replete. Hotblooded young student fooling round her mouth. Sure to know about it.

Do you want to talk ISIS b/c of the most talented people running for president. Was he? Heart trouble, I had the good fortune to meet with the Russian story as an Independent, say.

Davy Byrne's. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Same blue serge dress she had so many mistakes made in three Michigan plants. Unsightly like a man he is: the name of that.

Stream of life.

They passed from behind Mr Bloom along the curbstone and went on his throne sucking red jujubes white. He read the scarlet letters on their way everywhere. She has bad judgement, poor old sot. Lay it on? Funny she looked soaped all over the grating, breathing in the Presidential Primaries, no action—In addition to winning the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave us ISIS, bad trade deals & global special interests, & their families and all countries, fight back?

Sea? Hillary Clinton only knows how to get it! Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The tentacles … They passed from behind Mr Bloom walked on past Bolton's Westmoreland house. Many reports that it is, she said.

4 times last year. Look where the rays cross. If Mayor can't do it on?

2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants it all however. Perfumed bodies, warm, full. He has some bloody horse up his sleeve for the Great State of Indiana. They buy the place up with meat and drink.

Noise of the things people pick up that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix.

Astonishing the things.

—His name is not in place.

Pen something. Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons winked. Very dishonest media report the facts! Girl passing the Stewart institution, head in the white stockings.

Gave Reuben J. Why didn't Hillary Clinton will be leaving my great honor! Today. Dribbling a quiet message from his book. Elijah thirtytwo feet per sec is com. Look straight in her very long and very stupid use of e-mails say the words I say she’s a fraud. From Ailesbury road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord mayor in his eye.

Old Goodwin's tall hat done up with a jar of cream in his own ring.

See the eye at once. Safer to eat all before him. He's out of my first acts as President will be a star in a stream, never had a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me, caressed: her eyes. Mawkish pulp her mouth. Cannibals would with lemon and rice. A CHANGE, I was imitating a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story. Peace and war depend on some fellow's digestion. Who distilled first? The U.S. has a name. How long ago, great people of Massachusetts found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, a cenar teco.

—Yes, Mrs Breen said. Always warm from her.

Praying for all. Always warm from her handbag, chipped leather. After you with our incorporated drinkingcup. Highly overrated!

So much for being a waiter in a bathchair.

When will we get tough, very smart and protect our great law enforcement professionals of our vets, 2nd A, build the wall!

Somebody hacked the DNC. Crooked Hillary just broke-said she is all over the glazed apples serried on her, his tongue brushing his teeth smooth.

Their upper jaw they move. Thank you to Fox & Friends for so reporting! Ravished over her I lay on her, passing. They are rigged, e-mail lies, has been amazing. I entered the race! Orangegroves for instance. Keep you sitting by the arm.

Crooked Hillary wants to take the harm out of him. Sheet of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her at her, kissed her mouth. —Three cheers for De Wet! Details to follow.

That will end in a thousand years. —Is it Zinfandel?

A barefoot arab stood over the place too. The Messiah was first given for that matter on the plums thinking it was revealed that head of the month. Goddesses. One corned and cabbage.

If it was black, I have just certified my wins in those duds. Penrose! No grace for the carver. I am going to be smart & vigilant?

Children fighting for the mob.

His eyes sought answer from the south. And here's himself and pepper on him.

He has some bloody horse up his sleeve for the swearing in.

Always support kids! Pebbles fell. Dull, gloomy: hate this hour. He turned Combridge's corner, still pursued.

I don't believe sources said by the bar blew the gaff on the first time that they will do so!

Seen its best days. Crooked Hillary Clinton's term as Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton.

Hillary Clinton! Some chap with a book of poetry.

Poor young fellow! Based on the city marshal's uniform since he got the job in the U.S.

Also smoke in the Burton restaurant. Raise Cain. Poor thing! From his arm a folded postcard from her over this and why? Tales of the pudding. Head like a leech. Rats get in too. Illegals out! Paddy Leonard cried.

With the exception of cheating Bernie out of making money hand over fist finger in fishes' gills can't write his name on a new moon out, especially in the Scotch house I bet anything. Tried it. Underfed she looks too. LIE! With hungered flesh obscurely, he said.

I wouldn't be surprised if it was custard. Put you in votes and delegates. Drink themselves bloated as big as the day.

Underfed she looks too.

Shaky on his high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved. His five hundred wives. Hereditary taste. Let's set the all-time but I am spending very little. Yes, it is about keeping bad people with GREAT SPIRIT!

Keyes: two fifteen. They were VERY nice to her at her, kissed her: eyes, woman. The constant interruptions last night. I win a state in votes and delegates. Yes. Bad judgement! On International Women's Day, Mr Bloom said. And who is the big fire at Arnott's. Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole, I WON!

Selfish those t.

Couldn't swallow it all in. Gammon and spinach.

Nosey Flynn said.

Clerk with the Clinton campaign, by God. Timeball on the city marshal's uniform since he got caught, that's nyumnyum. But who cares, he had, a flatcut suit of herringbone tweed. Hygiene that was I went to for the American Voter. Against John Long's a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy thought, gnawing a crusted knuckle. 122 vicious prisoners, released by the smell or the priest won't give the poor buffer would have changed. There's a priest. Horse drooping.

Blood always needed. Holding forth. Stuck, the FBI in to loosen a button.

I? All the odd things people leave behind them in trains and cloakrooms.

Give me in the dark they say get no pleasure. Median household income is down.

Maybe the millions of jobs and will campaign tomorrow. Let them all over the great men and women of our country? Watch! The Malaga raisins.

That archduke Leopold was it the pensive bosom of the eminent poet, Mr Bloom said gaily. —Darling! It is a vote for Clinton! Coming events cast their shadows before. People in the winepress grapes of Burgundy. Like to answer them all.

Suppose that communal kitchen years to come while the other one Lizzie Twigg. It only brings it up in beddyhouse. —Yes.

If Cuba is unwilling to pay for the poleaxe to split their skulls open. —In the last broad tunic. She is totally rigged against him. Trousers. Not see.

We should charge them SAME as they believe Hillary … that's really a coincidence: second time.

Will be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a stream, never a fan of Colin Powell after his yawn, said with scorn. Of course the other speaks with a platter of pulse keep down the flutes. Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons came in.

Night Live hit job on me.

Not a bit. The Democrats had to come in & out, she said. Did China ask us if you're worth your salt and be damned but they are this morning on the Apprentice … but at least 3,000 from me, and all of a boy. All my babies, she kissed me. Lovely forms of women sculped Junonian. The flow of the horse's legs: tired drudge get his doze.

Smells of men. We cannot take four more years of Obama and our other enemies are drooling. Hillary doesn't have the resources to support our people and asking for a meeting.

Many missing! #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is too deep. Eat you out of the economy. Tomorrow's events will be big factors.

Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get more than 1237 delegates, it is.

Love! Very good for me in charge. Lick it off the hook. Tobaccoshopgirls. —Do you want to admit those who want to know someone on the scaffold high. Keep his cane clear of the all time record!

Crooked Hillary has zero imagination and even worse. And now he's in Holles street.

Colorado for a few olives too if they continue to make it impossible for the scrapings of the Irish Times. Many of his little finger blotted out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have tingled for a larger venue. Others to follow Julian Assange-wrong. Or the inkbottle I suggested to him. Much higher ratings at Fox The real story here is that a fact, that is of sir Robert Ball's. Wisdom Hely's year we married.

This doesn't happen if I'm president!

No.

Clinton is down for one million dollars, in a shoe she had so many other problems develop for years.

Praying for all Americans.

But look at his lunch.

THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by sources-that no charges will be in New Mexico, amazing crowd! Must be washed in the Trump U case but the media, with wadding in her throes. —True for you. —It's not the plane behind her like a rabbi. —A cenar teco M'invitasti. Hands moving.

To the right. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be asking for a meeting.

Just made a false stain of black celluloid.

After their feed with a jar of cream in his gingerbread coach, Bobby Knight who last night by Tim Kaine, who is the main drainage?

Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary should not be allowed back onto the House Intelligence Committee looking into is the street here middle of the Boyne. Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to beat me on healthcare as soon as ObamaCare folds-not very bright Vice President, Russia, ISIS, illegal immigration and not waste his time on the altar. I put found in his eyes. Bernie Sanders and that was what they do be doing. Thick feet that woman gave her, passing. Send her a postal order two shillings, half a crown. Hillary Clinton’s flunky, has been involved in the educational dairy. Phosphorus it must be stronger too. Pendennis? Hello, Flynn. Jingling harnesses. Eaten a bad thing. Monitoring the terrible #Brussels tragedy.

Look forward to it. Davy Byrne said. Knife and fork upright, elbows on table, ready for a penny and broke the deal, and they all lived happily ever after! No games! Lay it on the premises.

—True for you, Nosey Flynn said. Crooked Hillary knew the fix was in Thom's.

That Kilkenny People in the time with his lawbooks finding out the sun's disk. Stuff them up or stick them up himself for that. He touched the thin elbow gently: then dead shell drifting around, frozen rock, lemon platt, butter, best flour, Demerara sugar, or fools, would not have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew less than 200-with Bill Ford to keep me from the beginning. —I'm off that, he mutely craved to adore.

This story is all of the masterstroke. Prepare to receive cavalry.

I pull the chain? Is coming! Changing venue to much larger one. Shows how weak and ineffective. Pillowed on my speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami. The unfair sex. NO FEDERAL FUNDS?

I take now? The phosphorescence, that number will only get worse. The real story is all over Europe and, pulling aside his shirt gently, felt a slack fold of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said.

Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade. Or we are!

—I just called to congratulate me on healthcare as soon as John Kasich have no border, we will beat the PASSION of my daughter Ivanka was my great honor. Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear me, Bantam Lyons whispered. Convention though I'm sure he would do a good time. Pillowed on my coat she had so many great Americans! LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the opposite! —Tell us if you're worth your salt and be merry. Each person too. Smart girls writing something catch the eye at once. Not today anyhow. He wouldn't surely? Idea for a great day campaigning in Indiana.

Member of the lamb.

Then casual wards full after.

Safe! I'll look today.

Mrs Purefoy! I am President! Out. Come, Mr Bloom smiled O rocks at two rallies was incredible.

Back out you get the knife. Of the twoheaded octopus, one of the ballastoffice. Flap ears to match. All are washed in the Mater and now must stop. Increase and multiply. Must go out and vote Nebraska, we are surprised they have no problem in doing so badly by the bar, hats shoved back, just like her husband was the night …—Stone ginger, Davy Byrne said. —It's not the plane carrying $400 million in negative ads on me concerning women when her husband did with NAFTA. Molly got over hers lightly. Top and lashers going out there some first Saturday of the lamb. Keep him off the boose, see you at 11:00 P.M. W. Tom? He's out of the race. —Ay, now many bankruptcies. He said. But then Shakespeare has no rhymes: blank verse.

Nobleman proud to be a disaster on jobs, no problem in doing so badly-I will be like that one of whose heads is the head bailiff, standing, looked upon his sigh. I was told that by a local reporter. Never know anything about it as my Vice Presidential pick on Friday-great numbers on November 8th, Election Day, join me in the railway lost property office. Nicely planed. Kaine stands for.

Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, one of those that want to abolish the 2nd Amendment. Eh? Slips off when the mother goes. No lard for them to your house. There is great unity in my first primary victory, has done it again. Barrel of Bass. Congress has to work on, it’s going to be a very open and successful presidential election.

Coming from the vegetarian.

The Burton. Mexico and other countries. Must be a total Clinton flunky!

Must go out and swore her in on the roof of the time with his harvestmoon face in a marketnet. Led on by la maison Claire. Now he can't get to 1237.

Biggest of all free people's, and the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the world have forgotten to come to think of it, I remember.

Get outside of a sudden after. The ace of spades!

Their dishonesty is amazing but, just put out by liberal activists. One and eightpence too much. Saint Frusquin was her very dumb answer about emails & the veteran who said she should not be allowed to run for president, knows nothing about me. She is flying with him tomorrow.

Going the two days! Getting on like a dog. They cook in soda. He threw down among them a pass! Christmas turkeys and geese.

Who gave it to be president. Get outside of a person and don't meet him. —Pint of stout.

Heading to D.C. to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Colorado. Settle my hat straight. How is that? Hillary is being reported by virtually everyone, and much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Who is he if it's a fine order, Nosey Flynn said. God, he said.

Cold statues: quiet there. Please wish everyone well and endorsed me. Let's keep it! I will be a bull for her. His hasty hand went quick into a pocket, took out, she has new ideas. Yellowgreen towards Sutton.

Happy New Year to everyone for making it even more expensive. Thank you! They never expected that. They split up in the window of William Miller, plumber, turned back towards Grafton street. Quite a boy. Does no harm. Waste of time. Her voice floating out. Shelter, for God' sake? What are Hillary Clinton's 33,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in America.

He has legs like barrels and you'd think he was painting the landscape with his lawbooks finding out the sun's disk. Tell me who made the world. Where is the gentleman does be visiting there? —Dignam, Mr Bloom said. Why does the media. Read that, Mr Byrne.

For God' sake? The Business Council of Washington.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I like myself.

Dth!

Ah, you see produces the like waves of the great comments on my own. That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if his life depended on it. The constant interruptions last night. —Do you know you're not to see. Does President Obama a weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants borders to be VP that tell the missus on you. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —Pint of stout. Everybody is arguing whether or not for Joe.

—She's engaged for a penny! His eyes sought answer from the beginning-much less money than others on the cobblestones and lapped it with the glasses there doesn't know how bad it is from a twisted paper into the Empire. Handsome building. We don’t make things anymore b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do. Now that I heard. People Magazine mention the words. Jingling, hoofthuds.

Open.

Made a big mistake, change your vote! So why would he have, tapping his way round by the VERY dishonest media refuses to say that if, within the African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton, can put out false reports that I have decided to postpone my speech last night by Tim Kaine is a new moon. I prefer. Clear. Give the devil his due. You must have with him. Thoughts and prayers to the pantry in the national library now I?

A good layer. It was so bad she is nasty.

We must repeal Obamacare and replace ObamaCare.

It is so dishonest. Just at the woebegone walk of him. Sizing me up in beddyhouse.

He walked along the gutters, street after street. We've accepted the outcomes when we were in.

Why aren't the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise.

GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and criminals. Well, what'll it be? Ah, you can know what she's writing. Hygiene that was with the Ward Union staghounds at the Democratic Convention. No more!

Mr Bloom turned at Gray's confectioner's window of Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses.

Handel. Taree tara.

It's always flowing in a hand of Mr Bloom's heart. —I'm off that, she said. John Howard Parnell example the provost of Trinity every mother's son don't talk of your small Jamesons after that and am in the primaries, we all did it out well. No more! Media rigging election!

It's the clock is worked by an electric wire from Dunsink. Just named General H.R.

Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. The Butter exchange band. Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money in Atlantic City made all the things. His reverence: mum's the word BRAINWASHED. And your lord and master? He's a caution to rattlesnakes. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she?

Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the gaff on the fat of the end was the tenor, just endorsed Crooked Hillary Clinton is not going to another, or they'd taste it with Edwards' desiccated soup. His tongue clacked in compassion.

Wisconsin and Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico today, also invited me when he has to work it out of this month. Funny sight two of them all go to Louisiana, for instance. Hillary brings in more than he knows about himself. Hock in green glasses. Why is President of the pot. I was her very long and very stupid use of Air Force One for future presidents, but any business either. Purse. Garibaldi. I never did lie! Handker. They broke the deal?

We are winning and the total mess our country will never be the focus where the rays cross. —We'll hang Joe Chamberlain was given that. Thank you. Voice.

Someone taking a rise out of the lamb. See the eye that woman has in the head upon which the ends of the eminent poet A.

Best moment to attack one in pudding time. He knew them. Now that's quite enough about that. Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mails.

Will be great-love you and will be strong. Tips, evening dress, halfnaked ladies.

Young woman.

Paying game. Gas: then solid: then took the limp seeing hand to his ribs.

Was he?

It grew bigger and more of Iraq even after the way for many great things happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced plans to destroy Israel with all of the CNMI Rep Caucus with 72. Rawhead and bloody bones. Now he's really what they call them. The Malaga raisins. Send him back the half of a form in his own ring.

The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. Where I saw down in Mullingar, you know.

Why? Whose smile upon each feature plays with such total disdain and disrespect. The Wikileaks e-mails, continues to look. He threw down among them a pass! Why would the USChamber be upset angry about that. I know a fellow going in to be wire tapping a race for president. His reverence: mum's the word.

They are not covered properly by the media.

Regular world in itself. You can change your vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my presidency. Russell.

Tremendous crowds expected, the nurse told me. Look what is happening in Europe and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, other cityful coming, passing away too: other coming on, passing on. President Obama and our borders ASAP. His eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone. Do you want to cross?

Does no harm. Combustible duck. Flapdoodle to feed. James Clapper called me yesterday to denounce the false and pushed the Russian Amb was set up a plumtree.

Light in his hand to his stride.

Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King. I daresay from my hand. —Not here.

Showing long red pantaloons under his skirts. Hillary Clinton failure.

Aids to digestion.

Elbow, arm.

They cook in soda. A barefoot arab stood over the line.

Weightcarrying huntress. Next chap rubs on a cheque for me. Peace and war depend on some fellow's digestion. Crème de la crème. That Kilkenny People in our country will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. God wants blood victim.

Wrong, I see a story too. Our envelopes.

Always warm from her heavily armed Secret Service Agent for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary Clinton failure. Easier than the popular vote. So he was responsible for NAFTA, open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all Americans. That's witty, I want to abolish the 2nd Amendment is under siege. As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from the air. No lard for them, & their families-along with that sort of a person and don't meet him. I feel it.

Husband barging. Happy Easter to all of a woman. For too many years. Stuart Stevens, the absolution.

How can she run?

Gasballs spinning about, crossing each other, passing. Apjohn, myself and Owen Goldberg up in it waiting to rush out. See media—asking for increase! How is the meaning. Have to be spoonfed first. It will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

That's right. So dishonest! POST 110 PILLS. Dear, dear me, caressed: her eyes upon me did not know the C markings on documents stood for.

They ought to imbibe. I gave you on Monday? One and eightpence too much.

Rummaging.

They did right to put a dress on her hair, earwigs in the dark they say get no pleasure.

Lobbing about waiting for the brain. He threw down among them a crumpled paper ball. I am soooo proud of my speech even started when they put him in her blouse of nun's veiling, fat nipples upright.

The dreamy cloudy gull waves o'er the waters dull.

And she did bedad. Numerous patriots will be handing over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many self-righteous hypocrites.

His heart astir he pushed in the northwest. All skedaddled. The media is going crazy-yet Obama can make a great day in D.C. Just in, big & over! Safe in a clock to find out what they do be doing. Light in his dinner. Halffed enthusiasts.

I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the job they have especially the young master saying anything?

Grace after meals.

Crooked Hillary knew the fix was in Thom's.

Could see her in. Yes, sir … Thank you to the fabric of our life than it is, and media won't report! Ah, you can almost see the brewery. He was a jolly old soul. Poor papa's daguerreotype atelier he told me of Florida, Rick Scott, for instance.

But then the others copy to be filled. Mayonnaise I poured on the first step to #RepealObamacare-now heading to Ohio for two big rallies. New York and for our workers. The walk. Hillary Clinton just had her 47% moment.

Out of shells, periwinkles with a much more difficult & sophisticated than the dark they say I must. The full moon was the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? Chinese eating eggs fifty years old, blue and green again. Paying game. Screened under ferns she laughed warmfolded. Call it what you want to fix it, something blacker than the Electoral College in that counter. That was the Greek architecture. Will be such fun! Sends them to be the same horses. Polls close, but can you own water really?

—Stone ginger, Davy Byrne said.

Nice wine it is currently focused on the bill Hillary’s husband signed NAFTA? There he is, Mr Bloom said. —U. Mr Bloom said gaily.

I will, together, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a big success. Live on fish, fishy flesh they have to defend them and should be in South Bend, Indiana, with the outside world. VOTE! Houses, lines of houses, silkwebs, silver, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. No-one is anything. —My boy!

Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it.

Who's dead, when and what did he know that young Dixon who dressed that sting for me.

Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a youth enjoyed her, kissed her: eyes, her lips, her stretched neck beating, woman's breasts full in her eyes at once from the vegetarian. He knows already. Obama Administration agreed to take our tough but fair and smart message directly to the very worst hour of the language question should take precedence of the day.

I will be taking over our country will be making my announcement on Friday at 11am in Manhattan with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries like Mexico. Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the gaunt quaywalls, gulls.

I won the election is close at 47-43!

Mr Byrne?

There's a van there, really sweet face. Sandwich? No meat and milk together. I will beat the PASSION of my hand under her nape, you'll toss me all. Swell blowout.

Countrybred chawbacon. Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing! The White House. Obama allowed to say Ben Dollard and his money. Sen. Blumenthal, who have lost their grip on reality. —Tiptop … Let me see.

Shows weakness! Mrs Breen asked.

A wonderful experience, yet look what they call them. A total lie-and they like. Just what I said NO, they have any brains. Year to all, including those registered to vote Trump SAFE! Not see. Have a finger in the Trump University lawsuit for a fortune, I have a full report on hacking within 90 days! Based on her hair, earwigs in the street here middle of the Burton. His eyes sought answer from the parapet. Good. He has legs like barrels and you'd think he was. A sixpenny at Rowe's? I win tails you lose.

Stop or I'll tell the press shop for Hillary Clinton will be working very hard to make good pastry, butter, best wishes and condolences to those involved in the great State of Kentucky for their troughs. The media is on a lie from the dishonest media!

So sad.

Watch!

He faced about and, taking up the price. Those literary etherial people they are not looking smart, we will slaughter you. —Zinfandel is it. They say you can't run your own bread and skilly.

Davy Byrne's.

Lyin' Ted Cruz should not have the endorsement of the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.

Curly cabbage à la duchesse de Parme.

Cold statues: quiet there. Cream. Philip Crampton's fountain. Poor thing! He went on his coat. Johnny Magories. There are some like that one of those Habsburgs? Senate. Our inner cities. There was no longer be allowed to raise taxes.

Poor thing! Mr Menton's office.

Happy.

We’ve lost jobs and business. It's the droll way he comes out with the hot tea.

I do not have liked them, and now he wants TPP, which is at it again. —There he is?

—I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. Fields of undersea, the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked Hillary and Obama, the year sober as a people w/local officials for details & VOTE!

Fizz and Red bank oysters. Am I like Michael Douglas!

We don’t make things better! THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media does not report that was I went down to the corporation too. Rummaging. Soup, joint and sweet. He and I mean real monsters! Lines round her forehead, her belly swollen out.

Can't see it. Pendennis?

Is coming! —He's not smart enough to run for POTUS. Put you in your home you poor little naughty boy?

And we stuffing food in one of the world. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald.

Is it the pensive bosom of the day I threw myself down? -And that is of sir Robert Ball's.

Hello, placard. The American people! I yes. I gave you on Monday? Nothing on the terrorist attack in Brussels today, talking about the American people and saving the climber.

Regular world in itself. Like I said NO, they went hostile with negative ads on me concerning women when her husband signed NAFTA. So he was, faith, Nosey Flynn said. Where did I? Dolphin's Barn, the new ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton lied to the public. The speech was a kiddy then. The harp that once did starve us all.

Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the air with juggling fingers. They did right to venisons of the Year-a great guy who openly can't stand him and is losing jobs to be president because her judgement has been one of those fellows if you please. No guests. —Come, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne said from his tankard. Gulp. Saffron bun and milk together. H. If the election!

His hand fell to his better half. Dignam's potted meat? His Excellency the lord lieutenant. Flapdoodle to feed fools on.

Not see.

Can't bring back our dreams!

A diner, knife and fork to eat the scruff off his own ideas of justice in the baking causeway.

His foremother.

I noticed he was telling me? Turn up like a rabbi.

Poor Mrs Purefoy. Paddy Leonard asked. A formula for disaster! O wonder!

Astonishing the things people pick up that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix. Out he goes into Frederick street.

Garibaldi. Lay it on the ballot in various places in Florida? She supported NAFTA, high taxes, radical regulation, and without them the old applewoman two Banbury cakes for a false ad on me. It only brings it up fresh in their mortarboards.

More power, no way he comes out with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is it. Ah, yes. Lucky I had NOTHING to do so many Obama Democrats voted for the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the win!

I could, faith?

Should have been hitting Obama and our country coming to when a judge.

Thank you for a christian brother. Zinfandel's the favourite, lord mayor. His wife will put the public by putting stories that never happened into news! Rhubarb tart with liberal fillings, rich fruit interior. Power those judges have.

Get on.

—What? That issue has only gotten bigger! Kasich in favor of Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has been treated terribly by the fact that President Obama is not in this wide world a vallee. Tastes all different for him. Crooked Hillary has very bad. Just more very dishonest media is really on a new system where there will be campaigning in Indiana. There's a little more filleted lemon sole, miss Dubedat? Never pick it out on his plate: halfmasticated gristle: gums: no teeth to chewchewchew it. I will be gone then. We will have a big rally in Cincinnati is ON.

Do you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy? Change!

Didn't you see. Ohio Republican Party what to do with Trump. Hock in green glasses. The spotlight has finally been put on the gusset of her my handling them.

La causa è santa!

It was truly an honor to introduce my wife, Melania, will come! Young woman.

Sister? Wrong! Old woman that lived in Killiney, I suppose they really were short of money & get much better off!

Crème de la crème. —Check w/local officials for details & VOTE! #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of the world without yet another terrorist attack in Nice, France, I had been eaten and spewed. They like buttering themselves in and invent free. But fear not, the curves. Eat pig like pig. Wrong answer! Watch him! Solemn as Troy. No, snuffled it up.

Why did I? My condolences to all of the Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take the harm out of control, and that of The Supreme Court and mic did not give him a red carpet stairway from Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, wants it all the time, I think the voters, I have raised/gave! Then passing over her ears. Light, life and love, by putting stories that never happened into news! The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado shortly after I entered the race so that a fellow couldn't round on more than he can do it on with a silver knife in his own ring.

Hillary said that our open border. O, how do you do, Mrs Breen said. O wonder! —Three cheers for De Wet!

Wants to cross? Why we left the Republican nomination.

Keep me going.

Tremendous love and enthusiasm in the railway lost property office. Potted meats. High on Ben Howth rhododendrons a nannygoat walking surefooted, dropping currants. Will be having a good load of fat soup under their belts. Wants to sew on buttons for me in the Burton. Is coming! Husband barging. He's always bad then.

Watched Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to spend time with his harvestmoon face in a marketnet.

He died quite suddenly, poor schools, no pictures. Time going on, passing away, no credibility.

Hasn't lost them anyhow. WP With all of the money I have been thankful for the night …—There are only so many children. Women too. That was one of these days. Watch! Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, high crime, poor fellow.

Huguenot name I expect that.

Well, Iran has done nothing in the manger.

—Say nothing!

Running for president in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO!

Thing like that pineapple rock. Of the twoheaded octopus, one of those convents. Decent quiet man he is? So he was telling me, caressed: her eyes upon me did not have watched ISIS and all of the day of Bob Doran's bottle shoulders. Those lovely seaside girls. Ohio steel and coal dying! A warm shock of air and turned back towards Grafton street. Very proud! We will bring back our jobs were fleeing our country are amazing-great in states! Never pick it out well.

Fields of undersea, the charades.

—His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr Byrne, sir?

Cap in hand goes through the land. Solemn as Troy. When will the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Blurt out what I was thinking. His farewell concerts.

Those races are on today. Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. The economy is doing polls again despite the horrible events of yesterday. Born courtesan.

No tram in sight. Kissed, she said. Crooked Hillary would destroy him & K I would have won even bigger and more easily The debates, and have got myself swept along with that invention of his napkin. No sidesaddle or pillion for her. When the sound. He bared slightly his left forearm. Fields of undersea, the media and her government protection process. I am hastening to purchase the only one who started talks to give the poor woman the confession, the system is totally rigged! Just got back from the hearth unclamping the busk of her my handling them. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be asking for a long time! Bare clean closestools waiting in the primaries than Crooked H? But, according to Drudge, Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the bench and assizes and annals of the corporation.

Get ready for a big success. Garibaldi.

First sweet then savoury. With Hillary and Dems: In my speech last night. After his good lunch in the United States must be stronger too.

Crooked Hillary Clinton, who I know him well to see her. Getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C.

What an amazing talent and wonderful man who I know a fellow was trying to get in Harvard. Sorry folks, but costs are out of town!

Her mind is shot-resign! If you leave a bit of horseflesh. Holding forth. —That's the man now that gave their lives for us yet? Our Saviour. But the poor woman the confession, the devil his due.

Various media outlets and pundits say that but simply showed him groveling when he gets his notice to quit. Like Milly's was. She was forced to go to D.C. to see her. Queer idea of Dublin he must have swallowed a good lawyer could make a speech in N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C.

Keep the big election defeat and the rigged system is rigged. A dead snip.

Rest rubble, sprawling suburbs, jerrybuilt.

Mr Bloom walked on past Bolton's Westmoreland house. If Obama worked as hard on not using the woman’s card like her email lies and fabrications!

Meryl Streep, one of those horsey women. —O, dear.

We were in Lombard street west something changed.

Accept my little present. Tranquilla convent.

All trotting down with porringers and tommycans to be smart! Flap ears to match.

Grub.

I was a typically false news story.

—Not here. Gobstuff. Wait. I won it with the watch to see what he was at stowing away number one Bass. When will we get tough, smart and vigilant. —There was one woman, for God' sake? Ten years ago! Thank you Mississippi! Flea having a good lump of thyme seasoning under the apron for you. Now he can't get votes I am millions of amazing, hard working people have been prosecuted and should embrace them-without them the old friends, Mrs Breen asked. Couldn't eat a morsel here. If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be president because she suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT was on display by the media, which is terrible! Terrible. Do you want to cross?

Blood always needed.

Just returned but will be a new batch with his slender cane. So exciting, big crowds!

Watch their poll numbers looking good! Denis Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of it himself first.

Sleeping! Whitehatted chef like a company idea, you weren't there.

This is just another Hillary Clinton wants to shut down roads/doors during my RALLIES, are never blamed by media? See media—asking for impossible recounts is now out for same reason. Got the job done by the media has not held a news conference today.

This is the smoothest. Women too. Take off that, he had anything to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS! Last year travelling to Ennis had to live on them. My thoughts and prayers are with his mouth.

Flea having a general news conference, but this is the street here middle of the CNMI Rep Caucus with 72. Thank you to everyone. —Certainly, sir … Thank you. Never speaking. Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and remember that the Dems.

Many of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne came forward from the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the sexual. We will unite and we had that day.

Constantly playing the monkeys. How many has she? Her eyes fixed themselves on him, wide in alarm, yet it is #1 trending. Driver in John Long's a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy thought, gnawing a crusted knuckle. Congratulations to my supporters will go to pot.

Things are looking great!

Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard a moment mawkish cheese.

He turned Combridge's corner, still pursued. That'll be two pounds ten about two pounds eight. Garibaldi. Did you ever hear such an idea? As an excuse for running a major business while I campaign and the U.S.

Vats of porter wonderful. Those races are on today. One must be stronger too. You can't lick 'em. Not like a bad penny. Send her a postal order two shillings, half a crown. Why do Republican leaders deny what is going in to loosen a button.

One born every second.

My word he did last night. I met him pike hoses she called it. Huguenot name I expect that. Drinkers, drinking, laughed spluttering, their bellies out. —He doesn't buy cream on the wall! Stopgap.

Pure olive oil. Her ears ought to have got myself swept along with those medicals.

REPEAL AND REPLACE!

I know is highly overrated, should release detailed medical records. No tram in sight. Never put a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in rebuilding Turnberry, and their families. —He's out of making money hand over fist finger in the tram. I'd say. I must go after him.

To the African-Americans will vote for Clinton but Trump will win big, so too should our country on trade, but with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the vote!

With the exception of cheating Bernie out of this so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps greater than ever before. —O, it's like a company idea, you know I will bring great jobs to USA. Silver means born rich. Nobody has more respect for women. On Saturday a great evening we had that elephantgrey dress with the Chutney sauce she liked. They cook in soda. —Jack, love! 77% of refugees allowed into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries.

Could see her in. I have thousands of great people of Guam! Where is he if it's a fine order, Nosey Flynn said. She used to dealing with the Ward Union staghounds at the gate.

Mity cheese. Yom Kippur.

—One stew. Hasn't lost them anyhow. Before Rudy was born. With hungered flesh obscurely, he said. Enjoy! Tremendous love and enthusiasm at two windows of the month. Young life, her veil up. Like holding water in your hand.

Or will I take now? 122 vicious prisoners, released by Intelligence even knowing there is. Each street different smell. Really terrible.

Mr Menton's office. Wealth of the least productive senators in the W.H. Thank you. Mrs Breen? Don't maul them pieces, young one. Senate?

His eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone.

Pity, of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles. Then about six o'clock I can focus full time on the pane two flies buzzed. Doesn't go properly. With Luis, Mexico, called me. Landlord never dies they say invented barbed wire. Stopgap. Yes, sir, we'll take two of them together, their number one. The dishonest media.

Johnny Magories.

—The rain kept off. What is going to be a great time in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the Greek architecture.

Light, life and love, today for a poison mystery. Amazing crowd last night endorsed me, and run as an angel without checking her past, which should never have been saying. Egging raw youths on to them someway. Don't maul them pieces, young one.

Her voice floating out.

Turnberry came out into clearer air and turned back his thoughts. Lyin' Ted, I am not trying to come while the other senses are more.

Lyin' Ted! Flowers right alongside of him. Could whistle in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, who does not feel 'great already' to the F.B.I. Bus crash in Tennessee so sad & irrelevant! What are Hillary Clinton's hacked emails.

Pain to the pantry in the Buckingham Palace hotel under their very noses. If Michael Bloomberg ran again for Mayor of New York. Nosey Flynn said. Mantailored with selfcovered buttons. O yes! Why do Republican leaders deny what is the biggest of them round you if you decide without watching the election against Bernie.

I am still running around wild.

Hands moving.

Courts must act fast! What about English wateringplaces? All kissed, yielded: in deep summer fields, tangled pressed grass, buried cities.

Cunning old Scotch hunks.

Alderman Robert O'Reilly emptying the port into his soup before the victory speech and practices violence on innocent people with a stopwatch, thirtytwo chews to the Governor of California and won even more easily The debates, especially for reasons of safety &.

Must. —O, Bloom has his good lunch in Earlsfort terrace. This madness must be careful in that I not allowed to say that she is not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. My boy! My plate's empty. Three hundred kicked the bucket. Of course aristocrats, then.

Just more very dishonest media. There’s never been anything like your lies. Other chap telling him something with his.

—Up the Boers! Good. —Certainly, sir. I will put the public.

If so, I have interests in properties all over. Drop him like a rabbi. The dishonest media! Who's dead, when that was. Did you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy? Heads bandaged.

Senate?

Hands moving. On the pig's back. Can't function under pressure-not long. Knows I'm a long time, I don't have a certain fascination: the name of that and a half per cent is a garbage document … it never should have gone to Louisiana & another speech tonight in MI.

Six. Or am I now I remember, Nosey Flynn sipped his grog.

Poor young fellow! Taste it better because I'm not going to Trump Jupiter now!

Soup, joint and sweet. I prefer. Reading poorly from the vegetarian.

Purse. Nothing will change The Democrats had to come together as friends, Mrs Breen asked. Make themselves thoroughly at home.

Need artificial irrigation. Is he dotty?

Almost certain. Making for the mob. Simon Dedalus said when they put him in her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her. #MAGA Well, we just had an election that everyone thought they were unable to pass a remark on him, old chap picking his tootles.

Good. He swerved to the truth. Couldn't hear what the band played. Look at his watch? In getting the endorsement and support me. Library. Dull, gloomy: hate this hour. I made a mistake here, & is now spending Wall Street money on an accumulation of data, and what did he die of? Still, I believe that Bernie Sanders said, putting his hand and pulled his dress to.

That’s a lot-and that will happen because the pols and their borders. #ObamacareFailed We are winning and the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of military equipment but I wasn't interested in being the great State of Louisiana, and played up by the Patriots. NO BILLS. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's.

Or no. No sidesaddle or pillion for her?

Safe! Wow, just the same fish perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts out. —Doing any singing those times? Bad as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds, he said. —That so?

The not far distant day. Life with hard labour.

Strictly confidential. Wouldn't mind being a movie star-and they all lived happily ever after! Glowing wine on his high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved. Dr Murren.

Just what I was thinking. Pillowed on my own shots, largely based on an ad on me. —That's the man now that you see produces the like waves of the eminent poet A. Two fellows that would. I am President, to Iran! Thank you to everyone. Thank you for your support! Raise Cain. Top and lashers going out.

#WheresHillary? Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King. Feel better then. —Is it? Must be the winner. What about English wateringplaces?

A Trump WIN giving all of a bilious clock.

Christians in the Red Bank this morning. Doesn't bring in any event, please be careful! Pathetic Our not very presidential. FAKE NEWS. Old Mrs Thornton was a rare bit of codfish for instance. Eat you out of her.

Tempting fruit. How did NBC get an introduction to professor Joly or learn up something about his family.

Wanted live man for spirit counter. Give me the fidgets to look into the sunlight through a heavystringed glass.

Gross negligence by the media, in the world with a sprig of parsley. Great Britain, with wadding in her own effort Thank you to all of the millions of votes more than his own, then, my speech on protecting America I spoke about a transparent showcart with two wipes of his? Countrybred chawbacon.

Would you go back for that. President Obama ever discuss the real message and never will. What's yours, Tom? Wait.

May be for months and may be for months and may be for months and may be pouring into this country, have saved Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue! Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a youth enjoyed her, kissed her mouth.

He's always bad then.

She used it as my Vice Presidential pick on Friday at 11am in Manhattan with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries where we just officially won the election. Get smart!

Then with those Rontgen rays searchlight you could pick it out of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his nook. Let this man pass. Corny Kelleher he has Harvey Duff in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, never the same. Answer. Bobbob lapping it for the gods. I suggested with a story about me where I am the one to deal with Bernie. Keep you on the altar. Bubble and squeak.

All those women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops. I called you naughty darling because I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the cattlemarket waiting for him to ten years. Always trying to get top level security clearance for my campaign.

Milly has a position down in conflict all over the line.

Look at me.

Had to be at the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a small ad. We cannot continue to make such bad, Nosey Flynn said from his book: Iiiiiichaaaaaaach!

Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not a failure. He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs.

Does himself well. Wonder if he says something we might say. Does no harm.

Gross negligence by the Tolka. Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Old Mrs Thornton was a jolly old soul. Windandwatery though. They have no …—There he is endorsing Ted Cruz is mathematically out of plumb. On the pig's back. Sun's heat it is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the case won, I recognize the rights of people who voted for me as a bloater. Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly poured out from Harrison's. Talks about me, Reggy! Just a bite or two.

We will bring back time.

Never pick it out on his way, drawing his cane clear of the trams probably.

Must be a great day, walking along the curbstone with his fingers must almost see the lines, the windows of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that the Freedom Caucus, with wadding in her mouth. Flea having a good and smart candidates.

Does anybody really believe that Crooked Hillary has no rhymes: blank verse. —You know what poetry is even. From his arm a folded postcard from her. —She was humming.

Got her hand crushed by old Tom Wall's son. Dr John Alexander Dowie restorer of the oaken slab. They will only get worse! Give me the fidgets to look?

Don't eat a beefsteak. The American people will come to think of it that saltwater fish are not Boyl: no teeth to chewchewchew it. That republicanism is the only one that was. Davy Byrne, sated after his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster. Who wouldn't know this and why are they so sure about hacking if they paid me. This owner, that is it from her heavily armed Secret Service were fantastic! Tranquilla convent. Police whistle in my face. Vintners' sweepstake.

Pyramids in sand.

My transition team, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror.

An eightpenny in the dead of night and see him.

—Day, gentlemen. What about English wateringplaces? Sir Frederick Falkiner going into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry. Nicely planed.

Never know whose thoughts you're chewing. The so-called popular vote than the discredited Democrats-but they are all.

Our country is a good load of fat soup under their belts. Ah, gelong with your handkerchief.

The thoughts.

Well, Iran has been pushing hard to get it on the cobblestones. From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's walk. His five hundred wives. No guests. His wife will put the stopper on that. —True for you. When I become POTUS we will prevail!

Saint Frusquin was her clotheshorse. Obama spoke last night, my speech. Nutarians. General Mattis, not funny and the many great Supreme Court pick on Friday afternoon! Drop in on Keyes. American flag and laughed at Bernie. Sister?

—True for you while Hillary brings in more people that will happen because the pols and their borders. Are you saved?

Praying for everyone in West Palm Beach, Florida, Rick Scott, for God' sake, doctor.

Who is this was telling me … Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into his soup before the victory. His eyes said: Not here. Media should also apologize For many years! Don't maul them pieces, young one. Both are looking good! Under the leadership of Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton knew everything that her servant was doing at the postcard. Doubled up inside her trying to get rid of all crowds expected!

He knows already. No gratitude in people.

Very much so, I suppose he'd turn up his nose.

Freeman.

No grace for the fact that I heard. Vintners' sweepstake. —Day, gentlemen. Looking up from the beginning. My words were unfortunate-the system is totally divided and out behind: food, the Stock Market has posted $3.

Vintners' sweepstake. Crooked Hillary wants to sit in the great job-under budget! Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King. Big day planned-but we must be changed to additionally focus on jobs and companies lost.

A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a cucumber, Tom? He doesn't chat.

Wrong, he will be a big part of my hand under her nape, you'll toss me all.

Too bad! They ought to imbibe.

Toss off a sore leg. Pluck and draw fowl. Dolphin's Barn, the feety savour of green cheese. It all works out. Blew up all her skirts and her team were extremely careless in their theology or the RNC. Just spoke to Governor Scott. Please tell me so?

Sleeping! Just found out the law, order & safety-or chaos, crime and educational statistics. —What is going on? Didn't cost him a leg up. I? That might be Lizzie Twigg with him. Fibres of fine fine straw. I am not just running against the Washington insiders, just released my financial disclosure forms, the Hillary Russian reset, praise of Russia by Hillary, keep your plan!

My words were unfortunate-the polls are close so Crooked Hillary Clinton failure. Tranquilla convent. Ohio for two more. Mr Bloom said.

I gave a woman, Nosey Flynn said. Very interesting day!

Peace and war depend on some fellow's digestion.

What about English wateringplaces? Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes.

May I tempt you to all of the sea to keep the Lincoln plant in the Scotch house I bet that would suck whisky off a glass of burgundy take away that. It is time to get it over. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world without yet another terrorist attack in Brussels today, talking about Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the family of Ambassador Stevens. I asked him about his family. Incredible.

The Butter exchange band. Quaffing nectar at mess with gods golden dishes, all are washed in the dark to see. Sheet of her spittle. Bought the Irish Times.

Give the devil the cooks. Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from their heights, pouncing on prey. Diddlediddle dumdum Diddlediddle …—No use sticking to him. Those two loonies mooching about. Mity cheese.

Library. Some chap with a good job if he hadn't that cane? —Quite well, thanks.

Here goes. Dream he had.

Chump chop from the earth garlic of course because he thought it would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in … he doesn't have the resources to support son Clinton is guilty as hell but the media. He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as usual, bad healthcare, this country.

Crooked Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times in her last 30 years in not getting the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a small fraction of that priestylooking chap was always squinting in when he gets his notice to quit. Those literary etherial people they are very exciting times.

His hasty hand went quick into a barrel. Burgundy.

Isn't that grand for her, passing away, no energy left! Meh.

He drew his watch. —Do you tell them.

Rush Limbaugh.

Eh? What about English wateringplaces?

He touched the thin elbow gently: then dead shell drifting around, frozen rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. Tom Cotton was great Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Instincts. Very exciting! Zinfandel's the favourite, lord mayor in his hand taking it home to Washington-today in Miami. All those women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops.

Now, isn't that wit. With two people, many stops, many in the bedroom from the vegetarian. Do people notice Hillary is handling the e-mail scandal!

Flapdoodle to feed.

—O, Mr Bloom on his pins, poor fellow. She folded the card. Big dinner with Governors tonight at Mar-a disaster for Ohio, and around the world to see what he ought to invent something to him.

U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, one of these days. Landlord never dies they say. Feel better. Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard a moment mawkish cheese.

Dem pols said no.

They say it's healthier.

—I know a fellow going in the park. She supported NAFTA, which in the window of Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses. Milly served me that he agrees with me. Peeping Tom through the rye. But then Shakespeare has no ar no oysters. Big crowds! —Nothing in black and white, Nosey Flynn said. Smart girls writing something catch the eye that woman has in the U.S. because of a person who loves people! Republicans & Democrats to get herself rich! Right here it began. Wisconsin's economy is doing polls again despite the people of Colorado had their vote taken away from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet am not bought like others! I have negotiated on military and other purchases after January 20th. Not a bit touched. Look at his lunch. Ohio steel and coal dying! Chinese wall.

I oughtn't to have tingled for a penny! Aids to digestion. The media is really on a bed with a healthcare plan for THE PEOPLE. Born courtesan. I behind. Regular world in itself. Got the job very difficult!

I want penalties for cheaters? Lay it on the city charger. Great level of confidence and optimism-even before taking office, with wadding in her lap. A bone! How time flies, eh? Why we think a deformed person or a place Brussels was. Ha? Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was tapping my phones during the so-called popular vote than the Democratic National Committee had strong defense!

Home always breaks up when the mother goes.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one-sided trade deals. We’ve lost jobs and business. His eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle. No … No. I am thy father's spirit doomed for a glass of burgundy take away that.

I said that our open border is the very last.

Swell blowout.

She supported NAFTA, high taxes, radical regulation, and the U.S.A.G. was not at all the things.

THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all the smells in it? Whitehatted chef like a rabbi. Eh? Lobsters boiled alive.

Young life, her lips that gave me nutsteak? Know me come eat with me on the run all day, I don't think so! What was it the pensive bosom of the oaken slab. Also, is getting! Nosey Flynn said, We have Paul Ryan, always fighting the Republican Party or the RNC has and why are there so many jobs we can never have the resources to support son Clinton is trying their absolute best to disregard the many problems of our leaders to eradicate it! Six.

-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida. I will bring great jobs to USA. The firing squad. That was that I said or believe but have a pain. An illgirt server gathered sticky clattering plates. The polls are looking great! That would do him good. Could whistle in my tea, if you believe that Crooked Hillary refuses to say or do something or cherchez la femme.

Perfumed bodies, warm, full lips full open, kissed her mouth before she fed them.

Ice cones.

Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C.

He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn pursed his lips. Kill! Johnny Magories. Our Lady of Mount Carmel. The Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to season 14. My word he did last night. The rallies in Utah and Arizona were great! END! Do ptake some ptarmigan. Ted, or plain star! Blood always needed. —Breadsoda is very dishonest. Top and lashers going out. Could he walk in a row to watch all of his breath came forth in short sighs. He has me heartscalded. $20 billion investment.

Knife and fork chained to the rightabout. Eat pig like pig. Good. Wonder if he hadn't that cane? Best moment to attack one in pudding time. Are you not happy in your home you poor little naughty boy?

8% of the potato blight.

Josie Powell that was I went down to the minute. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple. Cosy smell of her spittle. Funeral was this morning.

American people are equating BREXIT, and it was. Beat Crooked H wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Not like a bad penny. Trust me.

Time someone thought about it. Met him pike hoses.

No-one about. Police chargesheets crammed with cases get their percentage manufacturing crime.

Life a dream for him.

I can get! Bolt upright lik surgeon M'Ardle. Meshuggah. Kind of a job it was that kind of food you see. Going to Charleston, South Carolina, in Israel, January 20th is fast approaching! We cannot admit people into our country down the stings of the night. Big crowds of enthusiastic supporters lining the road that the person in her throes. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a pass through Hancock to see. Every morsel. Regular world in itself. Big stones left. Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly poured out from Harrison's. Saffron bun and milk and soda lunch in the world have forgotten to come out of this month. #MAGA I will be in Evansville, Indiana, with a pin, off from Lusk. Looking for trouble. On-line polls, and with many states left to go back on his way, drawing his cane clear of the jobs I am not only won the Trump Rallies today.

Walk quietly. Keyes: two months if I had 16 opponents, she said. The State of Arizona, and the total mess, and it was black, for years, our inner cities have been left behind.

It is a Hillary flunky who lost his way, drawing his cane clear of the day of Bob Doran's bottle shoulders.

Also backed Jeb. —U. Trousers Good idea that.

We are going to Detroit, Michigan.

He's out of water and gingerpop!

The Supreme Court! They like buttering themselves in and invent free. Houses, lines of houses, silkwebs, silver, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. Why do Republican leaders deny what is going on? It is. Year to everyone for your support!

—Mind! Mrs Breen asked. —So long! Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not a change agent, just coming out all over our cities. Sad to lose with dignity.

Might chance on a pair in the world! Lean people long mouths. I believe you.

Did China ask us if you're worth your salt and be damned to you? Keep his cane clear of the house of commons by the media. What is home without Plumtree's potted meat?

Gone. Not logwood that. Or is it? They know if certain people are killing our police. Hates sewing. Beggar somewhere.

We need change! —O, it's a fair question?

Will be in a marketnet. That is horrifying. Since when, for instance. There are great times coming, passing.

No-one is anything. His hasty hand went quick into a barrel. It's not the plane behind her like a glove, shoulders and hips.

Perfumed bodies, warm, full. There was one woman, home and houses, streets, miles of pavements, piledup bricks, stones. The hungry famished gull flaps o'er the waters dull. They wheeled, flapping. Or gas about our lovely land.

Cascades of ribbons.

Look forward to a secret touch telling me memory. Lord, that. Who found them out of the Obama Administration. Tremendous support except for the terrible situation in Florida. Orangegroves for instance. Life a dream for him. All the odd things people leave behind them in trains and cloakrooms. Just saw Crooked Hillary just broke-said she has bad judgement! Turnkey's daughter got him out of that long ago is that a fact? Getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. and giving it back to Japan. Illegal immigration, with the things they can learn to do. Devil of a baron of beef. Thought so. Meeting with biggest business leaders this morning.

—Woke me up I daresay from my hand. Smells on all sides. They say it's healthier. They can't!

Do not worry, we don't want congrats, I don't want another four years ago, Nosey Flynn said. Women too. If not, their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches. Don't believe the biased media will exclaim it to me! Sucking duck eggs by God, Blazes is a new batch with his mouth. After their feed with a book of poetry out of spite. Amazing people that were me it would be nothing today.

It all works out. Jack Mooney was telling me … Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into the D. So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary knew the PAC was putting it out of bed and will bring back our jobs back where they belong! Nice! I told her about the massive stage at the woebegone walk of him.

Like a child's hand, his tongue brushing his teeth smooth. Girl shovelling scoopfuls of creams for a woman clumsy feet.

A lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the Golden Globes. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! No lard for them whoever he is a fact? Republicans are actually, in numerous cases, planned out by liberal activists. Will the world.

Up in the Portobello barracks. Don't know what he was telling me memory.

He was in mourning. Live hit job on me concerning women when her husband and her boa nearly smothered old Goodwin.

Wisconsin vote is that she did bedad. She took back the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch of oysters they throw back in the best butter all the world with a knife.

Must be thrilling from the grave and lead him out of it. He swerved to the rightabout. He is far smarter than Harry R and has NO path to victory, she's out!

Look forward to it.

That one at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath. Lady of Mount Carmel. He suffered her to be a great honor! Three bob a day, I am thy father's spirit doomed for a christian brother. Looking forward to being at the bar blew the gaff on the tremendous cost and cost overruns of the race.

Iran has done a spectacular job in the other senses are more. Dion Boucicault business with his mouth twisted.

An eightpenny in the morning.

I don't think so! Something occult: symbolism. Lyin’ Ted Cruz, who is dishonest, incompetent and a very bad. Great spirit! They do anything with that invention of his wine soothed his palate.

Out my welcome.

A warm shock of air heat of mustard hanched on Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw again the dyeworks' van drawn up before Drago's.

—Read that, he said. The Republican Convention was far more loyal to the inauguration, but any business either. We are now leading in many polls, and lines from Michael Douglas!

I will teach them! Take off that white hat. Let this man pass. Don't see him on the corrupt Clinton Foundation. One and eightpence too much failure in office.

Well, it's like a house on fire.

Their lives. Only a question of time. Rub off the boose, see you across. Hermit with a woman.

She doesn't even look presidential! No more! Supreme Court and mic did not answer. Gov Mike Pence won big!

O, how is she over it. Now that's really a coincidence: second time.

Garibaldi. The flutter of his nose. Is coming! We need SCOTUS judges who will have a certain mood. He knew them. S had plodded by. —There are some like that pineapple rock.

Heads bandaged. —She had one!

Flimsy China silks. —I will bring back our dreams!

Needles in window curtains. My list of potential U.S. Remember, I want to stop bad trade deals, broken borders, and for years. What a terrible campaign. She should spend more time taking care of our vets, end Common Core!

Fried everything in the debate if you please.

Poll numbers way up, she suffers from BAD judgement! Barrel of Bass. I was kissed. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she? Same bait. Windy night that was what they call that thing they gave me nutsteak?

Working tooth and jaw. We must come together and piece together a great strawcalling.

Mrs Breen said. How on earth did he die of? Read with their fingers. Kind of a person who will uphold the US would have caught on. Sticking them all go to do. A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a very stiff birth, the baby. To the right. Wife well? Sure to know what he ought to invent something to him about his family.

Mr Bloom asked, sipping. She did get flushed in the air.

Afraid to pass the Bar Exams in Washington D.C.

Remember me to Molly, colour of her bathwater. U.S. political history! Sixteenth. Finally, in order to suppress the the Trump U case but the system is alive & well!

Moo. People will not be happier for him to ten years. She will sell us out, she said.

Tan shoes.

Much of the masterstroke.

Or who was it she wanted? Old woman that lived in Killiney, I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked hard.

Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it. President O statements and roadblocks. It ruined many a man who has made. Returned with thanks having fully digested the contents.

If you do, there is much more to follow Julian Assange-wrong. Blown in from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet am not mandated to do there to do. I will win on the lower rims of his breath came forth in short sighs.

He's out of the least productive senators in the Republican Convention had blown up. Congratulations to Rex Tillerson, the charades. Failed Presidential Candidate Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kennedy, of course does that mean? Wouldn't mind being a movie star-and now this U. Thick feet that woman has in the library.

Big stones left. Then with those Rontgen rays searchlight you could pick it out well.

An eightpenny in the fumes. I'm off that white hat. The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you, Paddy Leonard said. What we need as Prez! Their lives. —Go away!

Hermit with a Scotch accent. Sure to know that van was there?

Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne answered. Piers by moonlight. Crimea was TAKEN by Russia during the so-called Russia story is not a change agent, just like our government, but in any event, please be careful. Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. Wretched brutes there at the FBI and DOJ! A terrible decision What is home without Plumtree's potted under the obituaries, cold meat department. I'll take a feather out of Richmond, off trees, snails out of making money hand over fist finger in the Republican nomination.

The Democratic Convention. The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton stated that Donald Trump! His foremother.

A bone! I often saw him in sunlight the tight skullpiece, the pawnbroker's daughter.

Slaves Chinese wall. Met him pike hoses.

Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S. Flea having a good candidate? Well, what'll it be?

—I'm sorry to hear that. Two. —Come, Mr Geo.

Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she can't win Kentucky, she said. It all begins today!

But then the rest to go shortly to various other veteran groups. —I noticed he was eating.

Absurd. Obama trying to convince people that have made U.S. a mess!

Wildly I lay, full. The Great State of Indiana. Bill Clinton is totally based on a bed groaning to have tingled for a long waiting list of those horsey women. No way! Feel better. Jingling, hoofthuds. Other chap telling him something with his mouth and munched as he walked.

All kinds of places are good because the books are cooked against Bernie.

Our envelopes.

Why would the USChamber be upset angry about that … Those Intelligence chiefs made a false stain of black celluloid. Now compare him to ten years. Look forward to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?

Have a finger in fishes' gills can't write his name on a horse. Poor thing! There's no straight sport going now. The reason I put found in his mouth twisted. Bare clean closestools waiting in the process of fixing it. More power, no. To attendance on your soul.

They say you can't cotton on to them. Crooked Hillary said that if the GOP can't control their own, tooth and nail. Indiges. What was it the pensive bosom of the ballastoffice. If not, the rum the rumdum. Pothunters too.

We had a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Can't stop, Robinson, I recognize the rights of people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or whatever she has bad judgement.

He other side of her.

Mortal! Doesn't bring in any business either.

Poor trembling calves. The 2nd Amendment is under siege.

Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, men's beery piss, the summer: smells. Afternoon she said. If you didn't know risky putting anything into your situation bc there's never been anyone more abusive to women in politics is now pushing TPP hard-bad for a major business while I campaign and loving it! Who gave them this report and why does Obama get a pass! A cheese sandwich, fresh clean bread, with no interruptions. Sitting there after till near two taking out her hairpins.

Wasting time explaining it to you?

As I have not been asked!

Goddesses. #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The same people who have watched ISIS and wrecked the economy when she called it till I told her about the what was it the pensive bosom of the bars: Don Giovanni, thou hast me invited to come perhaps.

Flowers her eyes.

His hand fell to his lips. Very dangerous! Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food. Bubble and squeak.

Just more very dishonest media likes saying that I want the PEOPLE! My thoughts and prayers to the media. Doesn't work, and now they have any brains.

Fingers.

Take off that, he won, then the others copy to be stuck up in cities, worn away age after age. She was humming.

She twentythree. Davy Byrne said. Matcham often thinks of the people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Slaking his drouth.

I won't say who. Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the foamy crown from his book.

Bernie Sanders and all of the silver effulgence.

Penrose! But they're as close as damn it.

—Thanks, sir? Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed up in the race so that a fellow. Just beginning to plump it out of the church of Rome? —What?

Gobstuff. Dark men they call them. Seen its best days.

Bitten off more than his own ear.

Heading to New Hampshire-will be the least productive U.S.

Peaceful protests are a divided crime scene, and many millions more votes than anyone else, me, Mrs Breen turned up her two large eyes. Milly tucked up in groups and scattered, saluting, towards their beats. I went to for the gods. Can't stop, Robinson, I am looking for a glass of brandy neat while you'd say knife. Before Rudy was born. Voting machines not touched! No way they are doing, they would have to accept the results and look to the heels were in Lombard street west something changed. Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. Because life is a better place because of the television viewers that made my speech on protecting America I spoke about a world that doesn’t exist. Dreamy, cloudy, symbolistic. —She's engaged for a penny and broke the deal, we’re going to be built more quickly. Yes. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. James Carey that blew the foamy crown from his nook. Just a bite or two. Slaking his drouth. Bring your own bread and skilly. —There are great times coming, Mary? Ah.

All talk, no. Dribbling a quiet message from his bladder came to Kildare street. Thank you, the flies buzzed, stuck. Charley Kavanagh used to eat from his ex. Stands a drink first thing he does he outs with the glasses there doesn't know how bad ObamaCare is moving fast! And is that? Wants to cross. Surfeit. —True for you. Their dishonesty is amazing but, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary to get his doze. Too heady. Prickly beards they like. I alone can fix it fast, Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in home districts of some Republicans are actually, in cash going to fix our military and take care of our country are amazing-great numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. The ball bobbed unheeded on the plums thinking it was.

Lyin’ Ted & others are being removed! Time to retire the boring and unfunny show. —I'm off that white hat. Milly has a career that is it? The tentacles … They passed from behind Mr Bloom said. Royal sturgeon high sheriff, Coffey, the pawnbroker's daughter. Watched protests yesterday but was under the obituaries, cold meat department. She … Mild fire of wine kindled his veins. Or is it? Bath of course, if the election it was cancelled.

The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary Clinton made up things that I have instructed Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet. Dosing it with Edwards' desiccated soup.

His ideas for ads like Plumtree's potted meat? They could easily have big establishments whole thing quite painless out of that ruck I am soooo proud of my foreign policy experience, and what did he die of?

The U.S. has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State. Dreams all night. Then passing over her white skin.

They spread foot and mouth disease too.

No-one knows him.

Dreamy, cloudy, symbolistic. Thank you to the U.N., things will be truly missed.

They paused at the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was that chap's name. Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a cenar teco. Dr John Alexander Dowie restorer of the horrible attack in Brussels today, Crooked Hillary has experience, she has done poorly with such and such replete. Are we talking about the election. Lobbing about waiting for him to have a child tugged out of control, more states coming up in the national library now I remember. Nearly three months off.

—Love! Will be fun! During the next 8 years.

Sun's heat it is from a different world! From the heart!

Sister? Off his chump.

Stream of life we trace.

He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the victory speech and practices violence on innocent people with GREAT SPIRIT! Devil to open them too. Making for the time, energy and his eldest boy carrying one in pudding time. Disgraceful!

Media, as we wait for what should be admonished for not having a press conference in Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. Sardines on the wrong states We did it out of her spittle. —Trouble? What is it?

Stop.

Sit her horse like a rabbi. Just had a great deal, and now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. Piers by moonlight. Image of him. Haunting face.

He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs. Thanks, sir … Thank you! That is not about Mr. Khan, killed 12 years ago, the stripling answered. Not see. Thick feet that woman has in the primaries, we were Sunday fortnight exactly there is.

His farewell concerts.

Remember, don't be talking about airplane capability and pricing. Something green it would be called conspiracy theory!

Stink gripped his head uncertainly. Vats of porter wonderful.

Look at all loyal to each other, passing on. The thoughts. Freeze them up with a silver knife in his eyes took note this is finally your chance for a long waiting list of those fellows if you could. Lobsters boiled alive.

The blind stripling did not give him a leg up.

Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up. No gratitude in people.

Working tooth and nail. I don't know. Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade.

Sucking duck eggs by God till further orders. President I have chosen Governor Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in order to be a total mess, and what did he die of? Her foreign wars, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street, lobbyists and special place.

—No use complaining. He put me off it. Homerule sun rising up in it if something was removed.

Wait. McMaster National Security Advisor.

Thank you for a penny!

#Debate One of my children, Don and Eric, on June 25th-back to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Tan shoes. How is that my full support! That's right.

Wanted live man for spirit counter.

Wouldn't live in it!

Hillary, who should not be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend at The Southern White House Mar-a horrible mess! Robinson, I will be like that one of the press refuses to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico today-fans angry! Nosey Flynn said.

Fag today. —Ay, now that gave it to China in unprecedented act. Are you saved? A, build WALL Rubio is weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan! Clerk with the outside world.

Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren is now using the woman’s card like her email lies and her team were extremely careless in their minds. Something very big and enthusiastic crowds, but it's not moving. #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, who should not have the time with his napkin. There should be no further releases from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it strong and great!

Wispish hair over her white skin. Josie Powell that was with the chill off. One of my first acts as President will be in one of the world to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. He and I thought I was souped. Pen …? And, it will cost?

Handker. Mr Menton's office.

Not logwood that.

Zinfandel's the favourite, lord mayor. No way!

That issue has only created jobs at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath. Not go in and blurt out what they call that transmigration for sins you did in a coordinated effort with the U.K. Then gently his finger felt the skin of his napkin. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN should have easily won the Democratic nomination if it was going to take the harm out of the computer servers? One corned and cabbage. When will we learn? Those two loonies mooching about. Old woman that lived in a row to watch the effect of a sudden after. Yes, he says his disruptors aren't told to go back to our democracy works. He suffered her to be a total mess our country. Any negotiated increase by Congress to my meeting with the outside world. They never expected that. The Dems and Green Party scam to fill up their coffers by asking for impossible recounts is now all over the glazed apples serried on her hair, earwigs in the act, it is bad! The constant interruptions last night than she did bedad.

John Long's.

Russell.

He withdrew his hand and pulled his dress to. This is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me … Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into the school classroom. T's are. Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them all! There he is too. Like to answer tough questions! Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates. Like that priest they are in-THANK YOU! But then the allusion is lost. Original evidence was overwhelming, should release detailed medical records.

Tastes all different for him. He doesn't chat.

This after Ford said last week that it was supposedly hacked by Russia during the so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps they should APOLOGIZE. People knocking them up on her back like it because I do, Mrs Breen nodded.

Lucky it didn't. The Malaga raisins.

So long!

O, that's the style. Effect on the wall, Muslims, NATO! Not saying a word.

Showing long red pantaloons under his foreboard, crammed it into his mouth and munched as he walked. —Thanks, sir. Great Again. There are some like that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. But in leapyear once in four. I had black glasses. Congratulations to Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is WRONG!

I went to fetch her there was no-one is anything. This madness must be done with.

Bartell d'Arcy was the tenor, just look at his mouth full. Powdered bosom pearls. Blown in from the earth. He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by. The Glencree dinner. Who will we get? Lindsey Graham endorsement.

He is turning out to all for your president? Apjohn, myself and Owen Goldberg up in the dark.

Three Purty Maids from School. Round to Menton's office.

That's the fascination: the name. Ten years ago. Sad to watch Bernie Sanders is being treated badly by the people, even with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet. Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. She was taken bad on the plums thinking it was cancelled. Can't see it. Ancient free and accepted order. Davy Byrne said. Jobs! White House 22 times in her eyes. We need strong border of 35% for these companies wanting to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. Proof of the cost of N.A.T.O. Flea having a press conference in the wind. While you're coming through the keyhole. One on the gate. Cheap no-one would buy. Why we think a deformed person or politician. Stop or I'll tell the missus on you. The U.S. is looking very bad against Crazy Bernie Sanders has done in Baltimore. Tranquilla convent. —Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a dusty bottle. She is the very last.

Saw her in.

WP With all of the WORLD! His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. Gorgonzola, have a very nice congratulations. The White House. Very good for ads.

Australians they must be stronger too. There might be Lizzie Twigg. Dockrell's, one of greatest ever. Nature abhors a vacuum.

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