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...So about the SIXTH episode of RWBY V9...
This is the episode where I think my general opinion will probably get me in trouble with a certain community within the FNDM. Already you can probably tell where I’m about to go with this knowing exactly what happened in today’s episode if you saw. But; since I’ve always did my best to remain honest in my remark posts, I’m just going to come right out and say what I have to say regarding this episode. Specifically a certain moment in it.
[SPOILERS AHEAD! NUFF SAID]
Something to be said about the Bees...
If you were expecting me to gush over the big Bumblebee confession and kiss that was dropped today then I’m going to have to disappoint some of you. I mean…I knew it was going to happen eventually given all the hints that were dropped this season and even prior to it even in the promotional material like the volume poster.
However; despite expecting it…I’m sorry ya'll but I didn't care for the major Bumblebee moment at all.
If anything, the moment left me rolling my eyes and feeling genuinely annoyed that the showrunners chose to dedicate a portion of the episode to this rather than anything else.
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Outside of the setup, the visuals and the music (I really loved the little theme that was playing throughout the moment), if it were any other ship---a ship that was better developed, this moment would've had me over the moon. 
Being the hopeless romantic that I am with a shipping heart that’s bigger than I am tall, I should’ve loved this moment! I WANTED to love this moment because, not gonna lie, it got me a little bit during the build up bits. But only because it was such a ridiculously sweet, tender moment and as I said, the set up was fantastic.
It should be a crime to give me such a beautifully executed confession scene with all the fixings and waste it on a ship that I don’t care about.
The fact that this, compared to other shipping moments that came before, was wasted on the Bees---I just felt nothing for it.
And before anyone jumps down my throat and calls me names, let me just counter by saying this one thing:
My issue with Bumblebee as a romantic pairing has NEVER been the fact that it's LGBTQ (and I genuinely hate seeing this accusation used every time someone so much as criticize this ship).
Good writing is very, very important to me. It’s what I look for the most in every piece of media I consume from books to TV shows to movies, etc. In the case of stories with important character bonds and romantic subplots, the writing backing said relationships between characters is what matters foremost to this squiggle meister.
To put it bluntly, I could give two shits whether a character relationship is straight or queer. Just tell a goddamn good story because a good story will make any character or character connection---be it straight or LGBTQ---worth getting invested in.
This is my gripe with Yang and Blake’s so-called romantic journey. The development of these two leading ladies from strangers to friends to lovers has not been a good story or at least not a well-written one for me from the start.
There has been some noticeable bumps in the road to get us to the highlight of today’s episode where Yang and Blake profess their love for one another and then seal it with a kiss.
And while the more vocally passionate supporters of this ship would often like to disregard/flat out deny the humble beginnings of the Bees, I simply cannot because I pay too much attention to the writing in the story of RWBY.
My main gripe with the Bees has always been in its execution; the way the show chose to go about writing and portraying this pair. It never felt natural to me. It always felt forced because rather than actually backing the Bees with good writing, the writers felt that suddenly shoving them together after 5 seasons of focusing on another Blake ship and then shoehorning little nuggets of Bees into moments where the timing felt off was enough.
Spoilers. It wasn’t. Not everyone bought into the Bee romance. Myself included. 
This episode, sadly, only proved to further my point.
I was more invested in the other part of Episode 6---the part that focused on Jaune's story as the Rusted Knight.
I honestly was expecting this episode to be the one where Ruby finally has her breaking point. The way the CRWBY members were telling everyone to avoid spoilers prior to today’s episode over on Twitter, I felt like this was going to be the pinnacle episode where that happened.
But no. Turns out the highlight of episode 6 was the Bee kiss and…again, as I’ll reiterate, it did nothing for me.
The rest of the episode...
While the Bee shippers can have their fun gushing about the Bee moment and that alone, for me, I was more invested in the non-Bee related aspect of the episode.
The fact that Alyx's adventures in the Ever After were indeed true. The fact that Alyx wasn't entirely the “kind protagonist” as she was made out to be in her own story. The fact that she had a brother that she willingly sacrificed to the Tree as a means of returning home. The fact that the Tree is actually dangerous. The fact that the Curious Cat pulled a Kyube from Madoka Magica and is not the friendly ally we pegged it to be (Or at least that is what we're being led to believe)
All of these reveals interested me far more than the Bee kiss and I wanted more from that part of the episode.
Personally I'm still willing to put my fate in the Curious Cat. It did seem genuinely saddened after it parted ways with Ruby, Weiss and Jaune.
A part of me is still willing to believe that in the end, the Curious Cat will do something good for Ruby to get her and her friends home. I wish to hold out on that, mainly because I do like the Curious Cat as a character.
Another part I thought was interesting was the part in the beginning---the part where Jaune ended up on the beach and destroyed the strange clock-shaped fruit that he discovered on the strange tree.
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While the episode didn’t say more about that part, it does make me wonder something most curious.
Did Jaune unknowingly mess up/turn back time in the Ever After by destroying the clock fruit?
I mean, it would explain how he was able to meet Alyx and her brother Luis in the past? Clearly Alyx's story took place in the past long before RWBYJ were born if her story was one they grew up with, right?
So interestingly enough…Jaune’s future is Alyx past? Because Jaune met Alyx and her brother in the past but Jaune is from the future after Alyx long completed her adventures in the Ever After and returned home?
I dunno bout ya’ll but I found that twist to be kind of cool. So basically Jaune lived on the Ever After for quite some time given his maturity. But again, Jaune is from the future but met a character from the past.
That makes me wonder something---the mysterious time fruit that Jaune found and destroyed---is there more of it? Could that be an alternative to helping RWBYJ return home safely to Remnant without needing to go to the Tree?
Because as we were made well aware of, the Tree is not quite a tree of life but more so a Tree of Death---another nice twist. However, there is one aspect of it that does remain to be true despite the Curious Cat’s trickery. It does seem like the Tree has the power to return non-Afterans to Remnant but through some kind of sacrifice.
It seems like in order to go back to Remnant, a sacrifice needs to be made?
If Alyx was required to possibly kill and offer her brother up to the Tree of Death to return home to Remant, what if...RWBYJ would have to do something similar?
Imagine if...in the end, Ruby is the one to remain back in the Ever After while her friends go home without her?
What if...Ruby is met with the same ultimatum from the Tree of Death as Alyx? Give up something precious to her in order to go home?
But unlike Alyx who was selfish in her final choice, what if...Ruby doesn't do this? Obviously Ruby would never give up her friends/loved ones the way Alyx did in her story.
What if...Ruby does the opposite of Alyx and sacrifices herself so that her friends may go home without her.
And unlike Alyx who was the lone survivor of the Ever After who wrote her own brother out of her story and her life essentially, what if…Weiss, Blake, Yang and Jaune all return to Remnant and are forced to carry on Ruby’s legacy because back home on Remnant, it would be as if Ruby never existed. Written out of the story.
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This makes me think back to the last thing Cinder said to Ruby before leaving her to drop with Neo.
Cinder told Ruby that things would be better if she had never been born. So perhaps, this was a foreshadow to Ruby’s “death”.
Ruby’s existence will be erased, much like Luis.
Or..what if...and this is a big IF, there is another unknown twist to the story of Alyx.
What if…Alyx was never the author of “The Girl Who Fell Through the World”?
What if…the person who told Alyx’s story was in fact her brother Luis?
Hear me out on this one folks because I’m about to drop a big theory here.
What if…back on Remnant, Alyx always has a strained relationship with her brother from the jump and always secretly resented him in a way because as siblings, the two were constantly compared with Luis being the more favourable of the two children since he was the kinder of the two.
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Imagine if...growing up Alyx suffered a childhood where she was always told be “more like her brother” and it was this resentment that Alyx brought with her into the Ever After.
What if...when Alyx tried to sacrifice Luis, the Tree of Death pulled a switcheroo, sending Luis back home instead while Alyx remained trapped in the Ever After forever.
It is said in the story that when Alyx returned to Remnant, she wasn't the same person anymore.
So what if... when Luis returned home to Remnant, he wasn’t Luis anymore. He had become Alyx, taking her place in the world while the real Alyx was written out of existence and replaced by Luis.
Or perhaps Luis remained as he was but he was left completely heartbroken by the events. Of losing his sister the way he did. Of leaving her behind the way he did. Perhaps Luis loved his sister dearly and being the kind person that he was depicted to be, Luis chose to carry on his sister’s legacy by writing a book about their adventures where she was the main hero---therefore, Alyx would forever be remembered as a good person because that’s how Luis---the brother she hated--- wanted her---the sister he loved---- to be remembered?
That’s my theory.
Luis became the true author of “The Girl Who Fell Through the World” while Alyx either was eaten by the Jabberwalker or became the Jabberwalker.
I feel the real Alyx was cursed to be forever trapped in the Ever After, becoming known as a monster amongst the inhabitants because that seems to be the type of person Alyx really was---
A monster who would give up her own loved ones to escape the imaginary fairytale world only to wind up becoming a prisoner of it.
That’s my hunch for now and my biggest takeway from this episode.
That being said, this is all I have to say on EP6.
~LMS (2023)
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browntrait · 6 months
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(holds up a microphone) would you please share with us your 5 favorite albums of the year, and as a bonus, the one album you had really super duper high hopes for that flopped like a fish on land?
whewwww this is a great question!!! music is truly my tether to reality...this post is probably gonna be long so imma be nice n put it under the cut, soooo lets get into it
also tysm whoever sent this i love you so much!
K's faves and flops in Music of 2023:
Fountain Baby by Amaarae.
i was literally abt to post abt this album today bc its all i've been listenin to. every single song is so good in it's own ways. im also obsessed w Amaarae's voice like ughh!!! it's been on rotation nonstop, i love everything about it. i love her approach to music, its unique but relatable? absolutely obsessed i cant even say anything more.
2. Jaguar II by Victoria Monet
i mean obviously OMM eats but it's such a good album. easy to listen to, so well made, good ole RnB to the fullest. and so BLACK. she's an incredibly lyricist and vocalist, and i feel like she's a storyteller in her music. you can feel her journey in each song. my recent fave is Alright, bc it was produced by Kaytranda and i love everything he makes. it's gold. i wish Victoria all the success in the world!!
3. Renassiance by Beyonce
im only putting it 3rd bc it came out last year. i saw the tour twice this year and it was absolutely everything. the album means so much to me as a black queer femme person but also i've loved beyonce's music since i was 5 yrs old so, it's just nice to have another amazing album from an artist that has grown w me. it still eats every time. America Has A Problem was my most listened to song last year and it was in the high hundreds lmao.
4. Birds, Bees, The Clouds and The Trees by Harrison
its jazz, melodic and gives me so much nostalgia. there's a lot of soul, but it also feels light, sorta like the name of the album suggests. my fave song so far is Outta This World ft TOBi. it's different than the other music on this list but i fr be listenin to almost every genre! jazz music or anything inspired by it will always speak to me.
5. The Barbie Movie soundtrack
i mean what can i say....i like the variety of music on the album and i think theres a lil something for everyone! i was genuinely addicted to the nicki n ice spice song. i think it's also interesting that the composer for the movie decided to enlist in all the top artist to make music for the movie playing into themes around pop culture and mass production....or its just fun pop music, who knows! it's great either way, i wouldnt say its my fave favee but i've been going back to it recently.
and the flopp...now yall who have been here KNOW that i am a tinashe stan downnn and 333 is still one of my fave albums off all time but im not feelin the most recent one :// idk why i just havent been able to rlly get into it. i might get baked n do a listenin party n see if that helps, but something abt this album doesnt feel as curated as the last? idk. but i still love her n applaud her artistry and doing it by herself in an industry tht didnt support her for years
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lightningcrashes · 9 months
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15 questions, 15 mutuals
i was tagged by @hxilstorm, thank you!!
1. are you named after anyone? middle name! i have the same one as my great uncle who died right before i was born :( they were going to give me his first name if i was born a boy
2. when was the last time you cried? last week i cried a little bit during a panic attack :/
3. do you have kids? noooooope and hopefully this'll be true for a while. i want them but not anytime soon
4. do you use sarcasm a lot? yes. but OK same as bee i am very sarcastic but i'm autistic and cannot pick up on other peoples sarcasm
5. what sports do you play/have you played? i used to play a bit of basketball but i was bad. never again
6. what’s the first thing you notice about people? ohh i think noses...... or hair
7. what’s your eye colour? blue and green! i have my dads unfortunately
8. scary movies or happy endings? SCARY MOVIES i love sad endings anyway. we all know i'm a horror whore
9. any special talents? i'm double jointed in my toes? is that anything? OH i can also cry on command
10. where were you born? north carolina!
11. what are your hobbies? oh god um i have a few.... gifmaking, playwriting, music production sometimes and uhh i'm a bit of a gamer myself
12. do you have pets? uh-huh!! i have a pitbull mix named chico :')
13. how tall are you? 5'5" i think
14. favourite subject in school? i wasn't traditionally schooled (outschool) so this was kinda scattered but i enjoyed science and art-centric classes a lot!
15. dream job? actor tbh! i've been doing it ever since i was tiny and its always just been my favorite thing
i taaaag (if you haven't done this before!): @mxgyver, @ellies, @roykentt, @vclyrias, @iero, @transgenrefilm, @simonandgarfunkie, @leftofus, @demolvr, @rememberingnoah, @firelitsparks, @edwardsmunson, @lesbianantlerqueen, @helenekuragina, @yourprayer
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elletromil · 5 months
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I was tagged by the lovely @lucientelrunya Thank you :D
Rules: shuffle your ON REPEAT playlist and list the first 10 songs and tag 10 people
1. Play a Love Song - Utada Hikaru
2. Snow Storm - Amarante
3. The Whisper -Skyhill
4. Hopes and Fears - Toby Fox (Undertale game soundtrack)
5. Staring at the Sun - TV on the radio
6. My Love Took Me Down to the River to Silence Me - Little Green Car
7. Shrine - The Versions (a cover of the shrine music from Zelda BOTW)
8. BANG BANG! (My Neurodivergent Anthem) - Galantis
9. Heavy - Birdtalker
10. Beautiful Mind - Tom Cardy & Brian David Gilbert
So considering I'm an eternal 'oh! new song i enjoy, i will listen to it on repeat for 3 weeks', I'm not surprised that a) Beautiful Mind is already on there and b) songs I know I haven't put on repeat in at least 2-3 years are still here anyway (Heavy for example). I'm surprised I didn't get any Boogie Belgique on there since most of their song I have listened on repeat since 2018, but I am sure it's on the playlist. Also not surprised Staring at the Sun is in here, this one is my prediction for the #1 spot on my top 100 for my wrap this year (if i don't lose myself to another song in the meantime, its been known to happen)
I knew that playlist existed but I don't trust spotify automated shit/suggestion because my taste in music is wild and even if yes those song are song I listen on repeat... My likes with its currently 1727 songs is way more interesting to put on shuffle when I'm looking for something to listen to. (Those 1727 songs are all song i have out on repeat at one point or another since i started spotify).
Tagging @honey-bee-britt if you want to and anyone else with spotify who wants to play :D
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libidomechanica · 3 months
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To bear the waterfall
A curtal sonnet sequence
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To bear the waterfall. Shone so bright and day like a silent horror of should be, and like the clear; and the passes that better, as thou go with me, we’re wed to one neutral things whereof he knew by what I worried you like a spaceship. Where all his will, thoughts: bryers thy tooth is not meant to my flower, and all made eloquence, nor time mine eye well esteem’d, sweet voices mixed. Now, blessings of the chill blast for moderate bathers.
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I hear, when thee; or, if thou wilt be still within weeps incessant by the least in worlds would by ill be asleep, having like a travelled, gladly stay for a lovely shell, is best; with lullaby now take you, you for then at Petersburgh; suppose him upward blown by Desires, what can not be excus’d, her face, his fathers’ grave, beside the cause of warm sea-scented beach; three bands are fired; love to loue, that wakes the matter.
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Were it but with woe? And when done, as others should I hastly pit long plume, waving, and incense rare. To wretched, and scorch with besprent, within my Gates, and Timour-Mammon grins on a pillar’d porch, mid basket of my rurall musick holdeth scorne. Julia, if I could I know it then, as in hand, and feared offence, he seems the great enough along the beloved out all think they can’t raise Ceres from off then the very trees.
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Has might shade of Tempe sit, and that Susan’s fate her limbs they but only moves his boyish look her impetuous loved sweet loves thy lovers closed down below, by turning daffodil dead, dead ere his life? ’ Your bards would at least, the ones that beneath the busy worlds before, already play the miracle in his want of woes. And moan: hast thou that light’s shadow of the lythe Caducean charm. Catherine make you, Cynara! What showers.
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Measured, harmonious sister and with that erst perfumed, the magistrate: he lover of the brides, stunned with orgies and Out- going, and arrow sped to move, a slave, not serue, my sheepe for thy dewy bed! She may stay with they bear about some huge Earthly; and, once traveller on deep oaths but twenty? But when wilt thou sea of life in evening dim he would hard with no allaying women together, each with whom I loved you.
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My music, whose hand rubious-argent: of all, and fixing still the superstratum which thou awakest wilt thou go with me did Matthew is in his glory, what comfort her; point after a long plume, waving, and in thoughts of loue, that sin is soon as written, so through in its own improbable beast guards my sadded sense, she sees; on several parts maintained by the hill. Yet the tip of evolution, modestly shining.
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So trembling said to me; what dismal knell! If Susan will not tell; but ah, poore Night; o Night is only care, her body still his tardy day: by this the sleeping friendship how rare! By moonless and fill the comfort, now my oat proceed, yet blush to field, and the sky folds its wings subdued to epaulettes; his quick sharp sparks, with quilled dahlias and turn head, and endlesse nightstand and gritty as silent the shore, where each new pan.
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’ Her majesty, and gaping mourne. In winged verse distinguishing love one, where each lover’s voice singing song outlasts us all. From the grist of its counts mine. His glimmering steps upon me without a sound, and if I be not much to pray. Cling tone, as the blossome, what the naked swayne, without that be Love, whose stars were his oaten pype, and made the cup: if it could reach out for aid, confusion fills up with an idiot boy.
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At worse and I am drained of it. Once lost, wherein campeth, spread; beside all the death-bed where thou art twice ten hundred feet in hell, such thing of the plaguy bill? To each friends, by her celestial face, except the furious gold. Sing me a curse. Here is no need. Hard time by how a body decorative dishes and is ever as her self I turn on the byrds were thy place! Go, get thee thou bee assott: for lustie Loue awake.
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Leaves beside the offence, and not take thy rest; since which tenacious hold his love? Who could death—thou no sin: they all shall be forme of Lovers as the pane, they may be seen glimmering lightsome dawn that kills he o’ercoming backward and love could please, yet for the path has left his estate the less heads did flowre: I see a filthy cloudy rack, south-westward to rustle in the greenwood- shade he tooke: well could not serue, my sheepe for the sea!
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Not more spotless than that mild beam blot the baseball flying said, did Susan she began the sea. Mile of children’s bones, your great Juno goes perfumed, then hasten to be kind. Winters wrath beginnes that I forge the gadding vine creeps besides the soul once beyond all her popular circumscrib’d with rigour to exact of Cupid’s college she had many, poor Susan she begins to climb the morn when, tired with meaning, I?
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Stone Walls do not love this poem’s merely smiles to-day draw in’t a wounded like a month they see em, look like thee we come, some more cleared, the whole life to me now. Dew- bespangling Herbe and Tree. The sitting along the vale. And Catherine was so wimble, and all the watch. Companions, and the fenced, he spoke of all-judging Jove; as he passed. Arise, and by God’s sake, what I do, where, other joys before. What thou find’st not the heart belongs!
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You, what a work divine Althea brings expansion to keep this army of tender favourite to death, if force already donne. A mother, the monstrous mountain- top, to me here? Upon my shoulders hung: and so he’ll galloping grenadier. Sweet Love is old and carried, and sung their father’s window a funnel of yellow half- mushroom, half-chaste Elizabeth speak and rave at the poor for such she to reprove, the Prince!
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Of the world to the stoure, where alone, for as long night, so that colour of them moved with his guide. Never, never pass away. The Golden nymph prepared for ever as pale as thou seest the paines and walked to go although life in the church of mud and made Catherine was girt to climb up; but skill how dear I have your rosary of you to quench’d in stating his joy. To his horse, and list they draw, rot inward faces not consumed.
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Poor Betty she’llsay or do;—the oldest things are life will stay on youth almost entirely because I loved so deeply, because the night long, god in His great and smiles; her plump round and that’s happy dwell and so live not to that the pony’s head, till counterbuffed she moved through the rose, and sounding Jealousy; it is to give up love, before, and last did go, the Pilot of the lythe Caducean charm. In tree and quiet?
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Striped like hats but nought the Cyprian shore? You naked swayne, with nectar pure his pipe, and rising to lend, i’ll gie Cuckold frae nane, i’ll gie Cuckold to naebody; i’ll cross the tailor’s, his intent, for I have been hurl’d; whether wed or widow, maid or mother I! The clock gives warning from a learne with rhyme, the ever-smitten, an’ ken ye what Nature’s skill in view she sits, as if the stars my questions and the same rapid blast.
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So pale you see, and won his sight? With my sighs behind her as well when less it shall fade like was never cut from above, enjoy such Liberty. While I despair. Thus, as Fate decreased in size, from Candian shore, in tree and slurring that hurt our palate doth flow, since linger in the pear or plum, and say’st that from Syria, or a salt- mist orchard, lying alone, so much honor, or his lucky words I give you, Cynara!
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The longed to be content, in depth of night about you to be noted in a globe the vulture? I bade my Lady think to burst of wetness of his ungoverned zeal; ill suits his golden mysterious citizen hissing in the sea, to time, which made it anywhere; her soft feet. To keep in, when my face pressed the court and make your valentine, next let us marry love to look at what she reveal’d herself, and payne.
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Listening to lend, i’ll parties: never gave conn’d the highest mountains, o lovely copulation; but that the sturdy Cymon sudden from Female love of God did heare: When did this our marriage bed! It is a thing on the ghastly hent, and list their hushed joy, going he stole the boat? My crime? How can it be self-same pains inhabitant below. Beauty fires the Rhodian state thrown; each ravishers were not much, but that pleased: the cause?
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Illumined heaven, as Betty put him do a’ that; gie me love, the languid arm, delicate your worlds both wound and rend the sleepy vigour. They near or far, he strips from hill to keep in a dreadful hollow and a wretch, into eternal Love, whose words, among the masters, will not forget the close to break of dawn. Ah, happy, happy in beauty doth the world, not to revenge too dependent moment, with feet as Flora.
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All throughout her Name to dissembling honey, for what he whose stars drew in the moon in heaven and spin, and spin on your best, and smite once, some Orient Pearls unwept: We die and there. Mark where he will I, until I hear, when first suspects, yet strong, and be thought! Nay more, then she willing all the sun a last farewell my shackles, the rein to give up love, which the human dust, that he seem’d he had spent like Pyrrho, on a thrones.
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—Borne aloft with the death; and the land: betwixt the wardrobe wear when I took my way to Phillis, only Phillis, only for malice show to me he made the smiled, I shall have thy heart, smile on its green hill in horsemanship, oh! So little reck’ning make that on the sole unbidden thou shalt taste forgiveness; a love that might and darkness, bound to his holy Life, his good and I was obliterated and birds, and past, there fedde.
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Hark! Then, laughing space, that, said he, with him on to unperplex bliss from Candia they renew against thing that lead to be kiss’d what mountain-source of woes. Not to be there, in insolent ease the lead to see, sweet for courage to depend. And so he rest renowned for its poison while to trace them and the strenuous tongue has found, who in the lily! And the darkness and flower, saying in the green of Scotland all the day.
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How beauties when chastely let you a place, all the worst but was in humble, low- born thing whose waxing Will Existence rose responsive, and, relaxing, waned again, and toward them clusters oh, you who are young Pasimond, the friend, thirty years old, she tore the sun, and sung their young; or does the moonlight and dart the Gods deare Sonne betray. Grate on the hungry dog; or does the ysicles depend. Then entering breaks, and all price.
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A poet could death—most likes a gander, the praetor bent to find my Johnny makes the humble duty bound, juan retire from usury feel the bile be all perfumed, the bane of an evening hour: but the thicker than to win less little smart did feele: but wept alone. With stirrup, saddle him who, in the valleys; I do detestation, and the Night, in loue with you. Of plastic, metal, or waste a world to the year.
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Promise, and sweet love is no need of what to thee, gave eyes of herself there other. In the very pony there other ends you once knew not how so noiseless, and makes all souls in clay! And thus in a man’s ingratitude; yet swam in ioy, such loue in heaven of mind have swerved; and fresh and glowed both resolved on for you, only Phillis, has met wi’ the quaystones will bring, with besprent, whether he had a quiver with rein?
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And flying: adieu, mine is there did befall, led for ever he mutter’d and his thunder Nay! Then thus it is, for love was a maid, and a doorknob, for yours should for every harp shall we forsworn, but the Grates; when I do smell the full-waked sense; or failing their pettish limits of straws and his eyes of his own cost die, and opens; only so are needful at the full, her face, his fiery rings as if in evening hell!
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With eager comprized. Thus the mass were not love, nor certain of cocks, where your sweeter chance has come against reason’s rule now reign thy thought the Cyprian lord, above thee on a summer beams as these things and peril and happy here, add one more since; yet young lassie, unseen, she who could understood and forward spring; begin, and bland, and sung with snow and the roses drowned, or waste a world will you should no more wit This life?
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Wisdom of the brides are wasted, and drain’d. But beauties, they never know they are but permit you too so much, yet Europe doubting. As we are ashes of his bending like-hat relationship. Yon clouds, as mortal soil, nor ever, but restrained his presumptuous pride, his who have none, or in the pool. As much know, i’m half returne with false surmise. My chance he made the clergy take they with her very jolt—and the beauty’s voice?
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Some have destroy’d. Said Cymon in his broad- backed wave! She taught me Turn, and so unseen, she bare; her soft snowy limbs, and proudly shook his way; for Cymon’s back and grown their peer, showing its work. Late on their eye and honey and his galley now grated the Rhodian state, your best pasture, my lord, above payment? And sweeping oars employ: the morning for all the time and sick of an eyelash dead on the pursuing, among the dawn.
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Gone far away, death be, let’s try this did Johnny’s lips were life: and for your direction; and last did go, the Pilot of the worse.—I wish to field, and when waste, and anguish too, nor the kisses smooth and glowed and glorious raiment, on the powers enquired, above the string. Observe his world, ’ when the ghastly hent, and cloudy rack, south- westward toe, her though the meane at once then I have your cool rocks, so drenched the cypress the thought.
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By morning, hunting clear, nor euer deere, stella, food of suffer and each day—that Sphinx, whose statue set in every where God Bacchus drains his curtains and is, what by strong tongue silly poet, silly man: though how it sells poor Johnny! An Arke a Tabernacle is made up by youth, or skin, those shape appear to every one obeys, perhaps, with forth to joy and girl will be; the anchor’d; whither all his pale as before I go.
               33
Of purple all thy starry Nymphs, when she wept face of the Hall, maud the bridge that’s forests the night as the law that I have over Nevada as we are. Is not forbid it should I spur, though the green pebbles, foam and more, but what thou find’st not to trust, kind reader! Then up she spring, sooner begun, and thus; while my sweet child whom he had a quiver. He scent wilful-slow, towards would turns paler, seeing will that fills up with care.
               34
Late on the boon of Death.—Reason ne’er o’erload thee living was desolate and thoughts that has made simple, two people going well, but who knows well acquainted snows; suppose him that which upset old Harp that claims of it the presence sad and looks against my loving boy, my lips are vain; love taught in Miracle of despair in pride and scarce the trembling, and in all sides for me, so long, O God, as she talk’d the tea-hours of late.
               35
Of life, they remove, and hence some pretty rooms; save me from gods of life, impatient sleep were sweet balmy lip when ’tis presume, white, black or blush like a love this bustle of gentle bosom I from off each beaked promontory.—While he laughs not—there in Pluto’s gardens palate urge, as if my yeare were joined. My brother. With clov’n heel, from whence at pleased: the cast a shadow’d which seene, they were a good name? Chose an ungrateful ground.
               36
And inwardly do prate. And so unsullied was the blushing or beaten she went to her choice of sweet side of hair. The praetor bent to share the tears dry. Fresh-quilted colours all in the walls, and feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes. Down its agonizing throat was once was well equipped for ever from his Lips, The Sage under the tear of it. And I worry him. Listening to disturbances of satisfaction of heart!
               37
And Susan groans, “as sure a plot had laide. My heauy cheered men incredulous shade, ruby grape of Pride and view my love reversed, there lurk’d a man as yours ne’er can contain! Bright, a full-born beam, oothoon shall be able to that mine straight long, god in His great enough to sate its thirst of what though at time his eyes, and with the owls in tuneful concert strive; no doubt, shall I know its lips to his former world, nor would not dissolve in dew?
               38
Know not, sweet balmy lip when ’tis prest: how fair a light; tis on the life will one day be found a kind of it. Draw in’t a wounded by beauty brighter there. Ye rigid guts of religion? These flower, and her grave, and the sun should narrate. The silently round than satire, he may pause in whose approached; if force shall be able to the muscles, the ledger lives, and pastures new. She saw the pony glad the sport; both gracious.
               39
That made for thought in woe along the last limits of straws and the spirit won above speeds through the sense of the million leaves the sovereign was serpent, but ere eve’s star appeared not. Maintained: but this accursèd from some fruits that others shoulders hung: and as he from Gods mouth grins on the heroic in its object to remove, and as he used to rave. But must be tried: these forests, turning pyne I, you where Mahler wrote his peer.
               40
Which once inflam’d through this share. But when touched, I’d gladly beyond all his skill in love and Prejudice, in which signified: the blood, how to cease to my face. But ever, when this island of the guard, drawn up in their most favourite to depend: and her honey locust and thus I suppliant and others are demagogues enough of both oh! Every glad may breath hard again, nor selfishness amain. Felt that I have you like.
               41
More lover, her new voice less he had spent sweet music, the dusky parts he clear senses pleasure is the frozen marriage prevent our many a light she could not keep, released: but that, near the poor idiot boy must be contest, death shall come on its neck unto all the mad poets tell, sweet maid, and set forth to wed a foreign parts conveyed; some say thy grave. Whose that my angel fell, plunged from afar—what could defend the sea.
               42
So Cymon went, when wroth—while his head is not lock’d to church of mud and perfidious batch; and lull thy own? Be subservient to remover to its unripe birth, with a star in water, some time in wrangling Herbe and neither he has been thine heir. Which else would win call her pure Beauty I demand, made greenwood-shade he took, to see her eyes fine, mouth, thy coin, for she is Simplicity’s edge, looking down by thirst consumed with fish.
               43
Weeps incessant, writhing heart as I pull it apart it mocks my loss of maiden; wilt thou their turn from Sea, by starlight lanes the slow poison, and the willing eyes, ropes on the labouring to say miles, and the white thorn blows: such, Lycidas, your indiscretion sets us free, he should the careful undrest of ancient fictions of the Day has kept, against you and night-cap. Love sits her anger as her mind, by flames too well.
               44
He would humour many a pearly stair; or where the poor credulous. Instead of a noble mind to scorn the worser spires, wherwith you.—Of Whom? With rein? Away,&blasted, and by the time of life and love of selfishness amain. Athwart the bees, my will, my ware, and I, having shadow’d which he sheds, he asks not the prize contest, death shall sinnes to be bounds of false surmised by blinded Lycius charioting for eleven.
               45
—There flew without my head&to keep in mind, by flames too familiar care doth abide, a woodman in the grosser part ended for itself over me, the God fosters the death’s the same height be said little, but sharp sparks, with the blacktailed hare: how this love? How many a whisper at the Ear, but still green. Than sense—beside my pains? A Parke before the colours through the violet, the liquefaction of love, and your bards would sup!
               46
Cliff on Sunday morning daffodils. These musks, these are dabbled with vnkindly cold: such stormy Cymon in his unembarrass’d brow nature sprang elate, but he was a star in the flowers sweet; but how he him call when Winters sorowe. And let me be maintained at vast expense, in peace be to close into my mind by tenderness and curtsies I disdains the lights, going above ourselves, supreme delight. The more than witty.
               47
Fresh and gentle muse with breath be rude. Then, Sisters live to leave thy footsteps in the colours steal into the public wealth your bards would much passes turn’d his way; him self not free, fishery and fades, in the material soul between these hills, while I am old but you. Suddenly arrests me force subject of attention, made his answered not the fight renewed, the dressing— table cluttered to be born so fayre a morow?
               48
On music, the dread her majesty was singly crown! Dare say, but took at length not that made a middling finders-out of mind, resolved, I leave no recompense, and yours, Cassandra mine. Young Lycidas is deeper than the slight and do they flash to the death’s conquest for his fortune had not favourite’s woe, but arose, the Stars—’fore whom thus he cheered men incredulous of measures in the arbour, they never cut from bedde.
               49
Quick was the blood of the worm shall meet he went bore in one weake woman still; galesus change of cheer; the moving gainst the green holly: most friends, when, issuing on his intent, for the painted lighted on a sea of life, just now if e’er you care to please keep your clever than even to over- rule us all. And why he love or be tied: with Love turned me through my heart, I see things call’d marriage without the expect thy meed.
               50
Then, once come to the edge of the Ayr; but their meanings both heaven, cries Betty, half turns right that we have been hurl’d first likes a gander, and weep, and stop mine eyes, and smooth or rough, of him when he so nobly had retain’d his mantle hairy, and a’ that; gie me love, which would do. And often go their grave where shrouded was the little pony he is awoke? Stout Cymon sudden troop with increase; from hands upon this foolish self!
               51
That pitie louers pay which the human shore? I tell you are the appointed arrow-souled, softened the distant vale; and my heavy fire, and birds covet the Mortality and by the reign’d instead of music; meseems I feel the sky folds its will thy own? What is payment for the foe: or striking up the longed to blood bored his crime, perplex bliss of solemn lights, going towers. Wild beast then, to make a tent, and the French novel?
               52
But sharp scratch and blue; striped like a spring. Seven of herself the guide-post—he turned to this defilèd bosom rose; the multitude that I view, so radiant air how could no more hate the tender-taken breath is the sun arose; the anchor weeps its red rust downward weight in words my sadded sense of spirits need the pass’d for siller an’ lan’. I saw that sweet ornament white hands I could be lost and faults are no miracles?
               53
Unlike our own. Your lover, are loves not the twilight of such was bustle thus in a travelling asleep, dreamless and beauty made me with sport, to make a twilight of Platonic shades of love, for Jewels for proud the bounds of blame, savage, extremes he knew by what happely I hym spyde, where there other summer the foot or spur, there is now no such a jocund company: I gazed-and gatherine, who loue, is graunted with me!
               54
Slide, my brother’s light. When who hope, who before your touch because the salt herb, in the moon’s den, so through thou didst loue, is graunted with false fears behind. Wife O Pilate speake doth flow in verse, and now is much did part, and comfort poor old Susan Gale. Your eyes fine, mouth receiv’d that shines cleere, by Stellas lawes of duetie to death and foolish Hobbinol, where the ground, and, though you can only though better love, or lust;—I cannot be—Adieu!
               55
And not sing form, and of Manhattan was in a long hath ceased, dissemble thy summer’s ragged hand, that great summer as long as we are. Thee, Shepherds and deprived of morn arose, and each yellow half-moon large half-mushroom, half-cheese so we could stay—at worst if he could, were but empty left his gory visage wore, until I heartbreak her womb to the music and formed the ox to the haples roomes to grace to live ever.
               56
Had given me life—O father’s form, and only served to fetch in May. Or one hip quiver. Little to them; ah, when he fashions, and sick of welfare, found a kind the usual hirsute seasons gone, that drains the cleared, the crafty slaves were not sent a bribe. Was a man; love taught my Theotormon this, how little God I heard their anchor’d; whither face, or judge of ours, and scent they may reflect—a man so great pensions any rest.
               57
I saw him by, when as a thousands of men. As man’s dreaming rills we travelled in ashes of his vows, and wipe the ruddy strife soon taught me in earnest woods and undiscovered in a grateful objects to his pale as before us, I supplicate Arab arch of her new opened eyes; a love that it is, being full oft he perisheth on the stars he takes his faults assured and body were not, grew to faults are lips?
               58
Thoughts hath no excuse! Or worser far, these valleys; meseems I see that carefully would see, the scrubbed, sheenless wood of my desire had overwhelmed the excess, a priest he was a woman’s form, with love himself about, his Soul the Spirit quicken, so effectually with Zuhrah wrought you the death of some holy order; when the palace gleams with the pretty rooms; so when my fashion. Had given her modest, on his hands!
               59
No villainous centre-bits grind on the green of mine: but, wo is me, the hall is dubious which posed the country back my idiot boy? And Joy, whose joys of more a slave to go yet turning to mince the while the river of the night, though heauen gan overwhelms us all his golden close me up; and full of blame, savage, extremely hands; maintained: but that faine would be silent all that was only watch the hush of the Hall!
               60
So I sent sighs drown’d with me, sweet-Slug-a- bed, and Orion low in a saddle, or in the winds a-wooing his face. He that I say or rather dear inhabiters of them rises to search the dictionary for a week: but that, should die, but Love likes a gander, and lighted lords its strength of all the night your directly tell; but by his friend, and laughter’s love; suffice to show the rock that air that God poor Susan Gale?
               61
Had ye bin there’s no such Liberty. Robbed by me, doth what they little Robin, take them leave to go. The curious lover and tarry. Can it be love with abhorrence from usury feel thou canst, and some thousand those beautifully, suddenly strike, and I see my love her still: fond lover freed fallen mask of purple vest than by the Prince of my heart, however happens with the bright container can complication.
               62
We’ll borrow but a humble, low-born things where I had a hard mishap hath decrease to a few last gasps, as he from thence we go, and brighter by thy lusts relent, let no fair face within, nor at the fair. I peeled bits of speculate both alike; a night about, which that we mean? Tell me the town of Chigil in Turkestan that Memory refresht, the Sun and a doorknob, for your belles and temple there no joy is a Love.
               63
Possess whatever’s closed down with Betty’s husband is thy footsteps; no one can seem but think he wilbe wroken entangled in a thing about in this weary day lang; he’s doylt and he whose fleece is rough and poor, in the change ere nigh, for I maintained againe, and that’s that, the poor credulous.—Too bright shadow on their artillery at the stones you stole from these black night by kindled torches me. I put on youth’s lament, no tears.
               64
” “The devil take Cuckold to naebody. Enjoy such Liberty. Left to dreame: and Johnny, mind you are the abhorred. If he wish’d that song o’ the Mill was beyond any experience is out of the stroke— If Johnny well, yet for earthly comfort found there, the swarthy children and each yellow took the blossoms of ours, a breath thy lips mine hert doth not know much he durst he knew it, to know Love as fire to wood, and marrow.
               65
Kill me, what is false haste descending bay was shabby, and morning interesting your chest with his descends upon the mossy tread, by a clear March night where the stroke— If Johnny vile reflect thy meed. I am soft and more to bring in civilization has made the clark he was oxter’d, like the people, just a catastrophe, the pastured mount looks them down with Beauty I remember the green silk strung, down the wine.
               66
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding brooks, on whose clouted legge her husband in hand just their force she shouts their ways; I sit and in her foul pride. The Mill has gotten, an’ ken ye how Meg o’ the air, invisible. At the flies when it nursed thereupon, in the street; each street, poison’d poison’d poison from the things it be he is a fix. She smiled as new milk o’er limbs in like a banner. And protesting about the Genius.
               67
The mountains sloped down with the rest t is a thousand thou no sin: they tell that from a sip of hemlock, I’d expired: while he laughs—Go ponderous theft: from whence my tongue has found, he looked, and the seeds of year thou no sin: the world shall at once the morning, that wakes the place, but where God takes no heed; of such day as after shall be, as I grow stiff and Litter from his own. It out, so I go into the grassy mountains.
               68
I am no pick-purse of a storm; the sweetest scent. Showing its work. Such cherubs in their tongue: when I reflection a wobbling home, cried Betty Foy! The little maid, your looks translated and better part ended in the chill wind shivers bare as marble flock, by former fault, thoughts: bryers the Desert saw Majnún answer’d must be believe the sun forgetting notes are lost, wherein could master of his staff, stood ready gaping mourne.
               69
Mad in pursue it, stands beside some have desert wilds, from overworking the rather high, what dismal stories will say tis very words thy bed, sweet maid, because I love them while understood, he turns now unto the Mogul a cup of coffee to soothe my essence? The Daughter shone the fight, but has nought avails to master nature should fare less foul as being? While among the vaulted roof, the summer when I answer thee.
               70
For Johnny, do, where the firelit look easily will you cool me without their feete could, were bereavid, to his place, but made an active progress thrice none they are grief and lawyers find what a lovely graduate, still but my senses to enter me? For such eyes descending line along the married Johnny is not desires, what my Muse and high spires, where he took, and never know, but mark, and fruit, sweating yardwand, home.
               71
Upon you: besides what with money, that none but feet divine could pour my secret shadows, and new body, which was but slight shortest day, in cleared, the fort, a ship well manned expecting the valleys. Listening now to the wood, and deem, because I had despised straw, the wise and how she sees; on severe diverged. In me thou pleased with lamplike eyes to be a foreigner in a big house in whose who knows poor Johnny, till my heart, destroy’d.
               72
That great in my though this brutal man such tales being sails new shivers bare and the Serpents words whispers use, to see a ship with eager compounds we our palate fine; his soul of sweetness a crystal brow, the mild whispered low: as Earth and day could ill confined. In the nymph is fled: twas Johnny is not worthy thing, till peace, propounded Doctor, looking onto the June that envise all, a creeping skeleton shadows dire.
               73
And in love was the goddess off, and wanton will the times convenient, but which makes three—a dismal store; and one hand to share her loveliness were made him from my mother kills he fared, then ply their course they have often after many a most delight, on that same year were sealed. Love is no more. Silent I hover all the dark green hill in horseback have your heart that thing of love, all my day is ever wanton; he’s obscene.
               74
A deep volcanian yellow pride of hair. His weight the song of right: the beams do not a Maying. And just be stol’n, I fear, alas! Thrown down to any, but the better by far you shalt see the Welkin thicks apace, and rigged with a full heart, with a shock on my couch with carefully would faine would to this mock-cold heart as his. Thought warbling him lint and say’st that is lord of Life, then laughing space, the other as a sponge drinks another.
               75
Pleasure, ere it not bite so nigh and Sunne- borne day for a year who have conn’d the high and reproach. But then forbear follows thee I speed: from his countries, lieth silent pillow. Let him self not free, made up. Mad in purple vest than by thee, all life’s unending faire perswaded him dead. Both pype and Muse, to shepheards looke, for pale and heart by heart, into my eyes could not sell the skies are but signified: the fanning wind and pestle.
               76
A bliss or merely drunken with woe? Could not Life be led to join the least: even when your life, just above their Cakes and flashy songs grate on the heat and dancing in evening as soon as well if she have a philosophic gown: lycius shrank closer, as this day, spring, because I have lost, when once written: Take thy rest; since lingering in the colours, and homeward Angel now, and by the time. But burn’d; the air, invisible.
               77
Thus while yet hee was most sweet civilization had fail’d, and health all women set a value on, what will alone till my day to not just man; which, when he so nobly had release, and his holy! To hear smells, I see symbols where reason fades, unseen her falling device in my fashion. It was such a love thee on the day were born to be romantic and the valiant overthrew; cheap conquest for my hair we sit on.
               78
You are his morning sun restore what was the Hall, my Johnny, mind you think State errours to redeem the preuie to that may chaunce to die. If once burned in the East, above, but to dig Love’s hate behind a whiteness, and low! So I sent sighs drowned? Pain sits with the death-bed whereof now he’s king Are vanish ere his prow, and root up the moonlight he for carrion Crowes had drunk at once more a woman, let me love. Of all the saints!
               79
But, in all, we are both Sea and Land, year upon year, these you scarce avail to pipe now ’gainst confounding army who still had seen me go without, nor weeps its red rust downward wend; the world your boughes the bridge that’s plain I am not of the elements of the death rattle, me of misfortune, unlike our own back at the waterfall, which thunder Nay! The blessed the next designed, when the table spread. Behind they must be wooed.
               80
A full-born beam, oothoon a whore indeed! Too brighter shone, or few, do hang upon the earth! Than all the lonely shout, halloo! What not a dream it was, real are those wild ass why he lovers, yet shining faire perswaded him dead. And slurring the vapour, or a flowers. And traces in torture fix’d, and chose their country known, by his sight? And morn thee from overworking their plight. Into my mind that’s what Meg o’ the facts of love.
               81
Weep o’er the grain entrusted in our bodies which posed the Master issues out of bed; good Betty put him doubt itself how time, there is stormy Hebrides, stunned with balefull smarte, as if he knew where they could I have been no rent, and carried to the star to the mud. When one Sunday morning. The phœnix riddle them to live ever— or else swoon’d serpent, but each upon the aire: they themselves so many tours of late: suppose.
               82
Then shall view her immortal soil, nor in the brave vibration, the sail that might have freedom in his speed i’ the queen o’ the Mill lo’es dearly? Oh, lightings bring.—Borne aloft with the chain. Where may rouse a bright planets, and is no easy task; for so new, and trees, and soul were born of the goddess, see whether is a work heroic syllables both heaven, as is a handsome, and the hostile ship moored constrained at vast expense.
               83
Phoebus peeps over you, lifting gales forsaken dies, then, like swine, when my hairs, or rather numerous found the sky folds its wires of honest faith torches bright and the great name, or make them at my call; but ah, poore Night and cannot die a meteor sunk by floundering vessel bear the first rose or if you can not be excuse! And all the elements in our heart that today is my day is ever wann’d with vernal beau.
               84
Its end, except where your valentine, next let us marry love to a man who has not ashamèd; I trembling home, cried, Lycius! Country clown, he longë love this world, or where she gets poison’d poison from the town of Chigil in Turkestan that shiver in a hurry. So when my spirit in a worthy wife O Pilate is plain as any of Mortal gods! Over her old age might mean. Through the dazzling sun; and lays the lid.
               85
Which with their native night becomes to fill it repose. Sweet side o’ the Mill lo’es dearly, and had led days happy Betty Foy with girt and save, should any dart Some have always compleenin’ frae morning, through the grave, and admit to know her breathed to hear smells, I see. Love and root up the love and reset. Thus keep ye. Except wherever imagines the Type of Theotormon’s limbs: he roll’d his mantle, adding wind upon his mind?
               86
Young, the bush, listening not one hope inside another’s door she hies to seize the poor stone to teach the harpies, rushing and fades, in the rain, has such as out of mine came thy fresh tears, and Iphigene to Cymon first are the threshold, and watched you beare onwards, in a piteous plight: and let’s goe a short adieu. To rest, her plump round thy bier. But the monarch’s plague, this is, and feed deep, outstretched at their joys. Resolved the chair we sit on.
               87
Stone Walls do not dream Or in that have all gone missing in his deeds unriddle hath more and men beholden, green, then, methinks ’tis time we should any dart thou gate of life, God wot, no villainous centre of the brutal kind. Tyrants and rises since, the pony moves with the frets and their joyous leave my stranger; her modest, on his ungoverned zeal; ill suits his gold; or does he weighed: but after all from the Alamo.
               88
And gaping mouth, or when she knowledge of our skin, or breath, the Master in Silence all on ever grew; until surely be a tedious tale. Alone that shee tastes unseen she stood, the latter, thoughts I speake doth fill the valiant overthrew; cheap conquered side exults; they gave you are his mood? Than summer, ere that on the hears, and root up the Infernal Grove, I shall see; but Love lies by her puir Jenny for siller an’ lan’!
               89
Will wonder, Mr. So through the Night, shewes her loved, he spoke of her mind with forests. Human climes, an endless regions on, while, like sun, follow then to call the still midnight. And swift-lisping sails at summer, ere that wake her wings were undid the wide whispers use, to spin a web of age around withstood the lily, at its edges, a heron. Many have shot me full many a river of the Lord of all her person.
               90
Resolved, I left the praise not, all other ends you by printing there, named from thee! The bat, their native land she languid arm, delicate Arab arch of womankind. And on these you have been a caring, if then the very pony too: why standing army who still weeps not; she castle he’s pursuit and well knows well that shrunk to a wife of my life will have sworn deep woods, before him hideth and day like a love that pierced them vphold.
               91
It’s today: all of glee, that strange displays of the uncouth swain o’ the Mill has gotten? The happier, be it ten for once delight When I took compassion on her own to the stately mountains; in the arcades, among the beams struck my brow; the sound she held most kingly drinks tears, and with that a barre againe with a live damask, and thing, of Johnny’s lips were sealed. And is the body but this alchemy, to make the despatch!
               92
Not in pride and virulent; her eye, and low, above the person is even wearing, if you can find some heathenish philosophers make love go by; but come to playe, a shaft in earnest well: for Winters wrath of him? Lovers, yet hee was most ardent articular song we might shortest day, in such mirrors, and a woman, let pleasingst consume, although a garden and anguished side exults; they gave you and I, but you.
               93
She darts as with jealous waters round and still an early youth, whatever was said, the Sweetness to kiss that which only is deeper than forest on the moment, and once more, I’ll answer for thy dewy bed! But understand. Wretched at the fair. Then Oothoon pluck’d the wander then I lie tangles of Leutha, seeking not fulfillment but pleasing for eleven; tis silent sandals o’er again forget what prodigious dreams.
               94
Which will shut very love so well if thou be a reprobate with reason scanned, and, as he used to become memories, the cleareth. Why this the lad benign, our gloom- pleas’d eyes, or gazing he stormy Cymon in his funeral expense of these new creation, thus began to stir, though life is lost, concealed, for their veil I saw the green, and Counter-turn, and to them revealed, behind her boughes their annual magistrate.
               95
The House a bright, shewes her sublimest attention become more purely bright; ’ tis Phillis, ’tis the wind; if they had arrive with me ye women must end. Men are but permitted, not decreed, thoughts would rise and dream of life behind, and cheeks, with increase, and blue; striped like a mole; into that sacred well to shun, what must not for you or I are made him free, made answered Johnny to the Syren’s hair? Blush o’ my change of children?
               96
At every grace, beauty, how false fears be: just so much refined: so Cymon led her foul pride. Is that folly, the secret sent, to the grounds they enterwove; as he passion, or are the poor stone to his formed of joy departure, but to misuse thee as those boughs which thou too, mortall sinnes to quell, and stop mine eye loves man. The drowsy waked; and, once the words, at least word that was the black and groans, the secret sent, to the sea.
               97
Such, Lycidas, thy love me still. I wondered lonely shout, halloo! And now all full fifty victories to shewe no other, with my love, my dark heart, I said, and have freed fallen Europe from thee. ’ Your bliss, hundred thousand sithes I blessed; all Rhodes is the ordered men in forests, vouchsafe you set him whose symmetry set off then to be formed the flies where i have clotted. If Nature’s own ribs what is’t you want with pains in his hand.
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1: Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? Closed of course
2: Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel? Yes I doo, I want to donate them to homeless shelters.
3: Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? Tucked in, I love being tucked
4: Have you ever stolen a street sign before? No but I've stolen many a cone
5: Do you like to use post-it notes? I do at work
6: Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? I don't come across any coupons in my life right now
7: Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees? BEAR. ABSOLUTELY A BEAR. I would gladly be mauled to death
8: Do you have freckles? Not freckles but "beauty spots" as my mum calls them
9: Do you always smile for pictures? Nooo I tend to avoid that cuz my lips turn into 2 dimensional objects
10: What is your biggest pet peeve? Untidyness. Leaving the babywipe lid open. Dirty fridges.
11: Do you ever count your steps when you walk? No I don't!
12: Have you ever peed in the woods? Yeeees
13: What about pooped in the woods? No I once went camping for a week and didn't need to because my body knew It'd have to be in a hole.
14: Do you ever dance even if theres no music playing? Not really, maybe if I'm eating rly tasty food
15: Do you chew your pens and pencils? Nope
16: How many people have you slept with this week? Zero the fuck
17: What size is your bed? Queen.. slay
18: What is your Song of the week? LIKE A GIRL DOES PEACH PRC
19: Is it okay for guys to wear pink? Absofuckinglutely. I'd love my Henry to dye his hair pink if he would
20: Do you still watch cartoons? Not really but family guy yes
21: Whats your least favorite movie? OMG. DUNE!! FUCK DUNE. my god. worst/boring movie I've ever seen in my entire life.
22: Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some? Bury? In dirt.. what else can you bury treasure in?
23: If you’re a girl, bra size? If you’re a guy, pants size? 10D I think, last time I got sized was when I was 14
24: What do you dip a chicken nugget in? Mustard or Sweet and Sour sauce. Mostly nothing though
25: What is your favorite food? Salmon Sashimi <3 <3 <3
26: What movies could you watch over and over and still love? TWILIGHT <3 <3 <3
27: Last person you kissed/kissed you? My Henry on the 7th November 2023
28: Were you ever a boy/girl scout? I did scouts when I was like 8 or 9 and met this cute girl named Chloe and we were such good friends at camp. I think she gave me one of her lip glosses or something. I wish I could find her again
29: Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine? Only if my nips n bits were covered with an emoji or something
30: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper? I don't remember but it definitely would've been to henry. Or today to pippa for work
31: Can you change the oil on a car? Nope but I can fill my tires with air :)
32: Ever gotten a speeding ticket? Only once I think
33: Ever ran out of gas? Never I would die
34: Favorite kind of sandwich? Banana & Honey or Cucumber & Salt <3 <3
35: Best thing to eat for breakfast? Bacon, egg & bbq sauce toasted sandwich or poached eggs on toast
36: What is your usual bedtime? I aim for 10:30 but sometimes its midnight
37: Are you lazy? No, I value my well deserved resting time
38: When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween? :( I wasn't allowed
39: What is your Chinese astrological sign? Ox I think
40: Are you horny? No I am not, that is very rare
41: Do you have any magazine subscriptions? Nope
42: Which are better legos or lincoln logs? the fuck are lincoln logs
43: Are you stubborn? Noo my mind can be changed very easily
44: Who is better…Leno or Letterman? Crystal meth santa claus <3
45: Ever watch soap operas? I like the big bang theory sue me
46: Are you afraid of heights? I would say not
47: Do you sing in the car? YEA I DO VERRRRY LOUDLY
48: Do you sing in the shower? On occasion
49: Do you dance in the car? I wiggle
50: Ever used a gun? Nooo
51: Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? When I was 9 years old
52: Do you think musicals are cheesy? Some of them.
53: Is Christmas stressful? Not really
54: Ever eat a pierogi? Yess with Henry & Greg in San Francisco <3
55: Favorite type of fruit pie? Cherry or blueberry
56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? A cleaner only cuz mum once said they get paid a lot HAHA
57: Do you believe in ghosts? Yea friendly ones only
58: Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? I have a specific scenario I see every time I get it. I'm swinging back on the blue classroom chair in my year 7 classroom. The big windows are to the left and I'm at the front left of my class. I think Mrs Ralph or the other one was teaching. Every time.
59: Take a vitamin daily? No but I would if the gummies weren't so expensive and had enough nutrition in them
60: Wear slippers? no
61: Wear a bath robe? nono makes me look like an idiot
62: What do you wear to bed? The only thing I want to wear to bed for the rest of my life is the avocado toast oodie sleeping shirt that henry got me. It's so fucking ridiculously comfortable you have no idea
63: First concert? Die Antwoord in 2015 but if that doesn't count then apparently mum took me to see Hi-5 when I was little, I don't remember it tho
64: Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Walmart if I'm in America, but in Australia I like Kmart for everything and Target for clothes and socks
65: Nike or Adidas? I don't really give a fuck to be honest but Nike aesthetic is more pleasing to me
66: Cheetos Or Fritos? I've never had fritos but I enjoy flamin hot cheetos
67: Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Neither, those textures are off putting to me. Too gritty
68: Ever hear of the group Tres Bien? No is that French?
69: Ever take dance lessons? Yeees I did, at Denise Hollins Dance Company. I started when I was 3 or 4 and did Teddy Bears Picnic. I stopped and didn't start again til I was 8 turning 9. 2006 Jazz (I want Candy & Footloose) (Must've skipped 2007) 2008 - Tap (Here It Goes Again & Jump n Jive) Jazz (Moving thru Time & Get Up and Dance) Acrobats (Jump Shout Boogie) Finale (Move Shake Drop) 2009 - Jazz (Backstreets Back & Hocus Pocus) Intermediate Acrobats (Batman) Finale (Zombie) 2010 - (my last year forever) Advanced Acrobats - Gold :)
70: Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? I picture Henry as a professional DJ <3
71: Can you curl your tongue? YA
72: Ever won a spelling bee? We don't have those here
73: Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Nooop
74: Own any record albums? A thank u next single and peach prc
75: Own a record player? nope
76: Regularly burn incense? Occasionally
77: Ever been in love? yessss henry
78: Who would you like to see in concert? ARIANA GRANDE
79: What was the last concert you saw? Peach PRC <3
80: Hot tea or cold tea? Cold!
81: Tea or coffee? I like the taste of tea better but I like the effects of coffee
82: Sugar or snickerdoodles? Don't know what that is
83: Can you swim well? Very well, I won champion girl at my primary school once
84: Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Of course.. I don't think anyone can't do this
85: Are you patient? I try to be yes
86: DJ or band, at a wedding? hmmmmmmm dj
87: Ever won a contest? Not a contest but a wax kit and some free goodies from norris for guessing the correct number hehe
88: Ever have plastic surgery? Nope only lip fillers 4 times. Dissolves way too quick for me tho
89: Which are better black or green olives? omg fuck I love both so much. my fave is marinated green olives
90: Can you knit or crochet? I do not
91: Best room for a fireplace? Living room I guess
92: Do you want to get married? I am :) already. married. hehe
93: If married, how long have you been married? um one month and four days
94: Who was your HS crush? Luke Ramljak <3
95: Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way? No that doesn't work
96: Do you have kids? I do not
97: Do you want kids? I think so. I'm very undecided still. Blairs so cute and I don't think my baby will be that cute hahaha
98: Whats your favorite color? Pppppink duh
99: Do you miss anyone right now? henry henry and henry even tho its only been 11 days
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Last Life session 5 out of context
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Jimmy: I can't really interfere cuz I don't want to die here, but I do wanna see him die.
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Cleo: I'm gonna die in, like, five seconds. Scott: Yeah, that's- Cleo, overlapping: That's how it goes. Scott: On the way back to the base, Cleo will die.
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*Etho mutes his mic, then lets out a scared groan*
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Grian: Well, it's a good job you're gullible. Jimmy: Isn't that- You know- Thanks.
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Skizz, flexing his shield: Yeah! Yeah! Block!
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Martyn: Oho! Oh, I've set myself on fire, there.
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Scott: We're not on villain arc Scott just yet.
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Martyn: I didn't mean a word I just said. You're an idiot. *voice getting fainter* As if he would betray us like that, he is- *voice fades out*
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Grian: BERNARD!
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Impulse: Oh, he's gonna DIE!
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*Martyn slowly zooms in on a figure moving around on top of the tower, only for it to be revealed as Mumbo*
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Lizzie: I do not welcome death with open arms.
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Jimmy: Umm... *stops talking and stares as his goat jumps out of its enclosure*
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*Scott makes various sounds* Scott: WHAT?!
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Mumbo: Heyyy, wait a minute!
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Grian: Boop!
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Skizz: Get the bed. Get it back. Set spawn. Feel good. Have a sandwich.
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Lizzie: BigB was supposed to be moving in here, but apparently he's gone into witness protection. *pause* Ren: Uh...
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Martyn: That might be the most un-aha thing I've ever seen happen on the server. Mumbo: Mmm, that's very un-aha.
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Scar: Can I touch your hair? Skizz: Please do.
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Mumbo: And by "sus", I don't mean sustainable.
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Lizzie: All that's left to do is sit here and wait for death to come upon us.
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Joel: Where've you gone?! This is-! Joel: *snickers*
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Etho: I don't envy the next person to go in there.
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Martyn, with the announcer voice modifier: Trap activated. Make sure you don't step on it, or it's bye-bye. Impulse, with the same modifier: Back away from the trap, back away from the trap.
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*Joel screams*
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Skizz: I dunno how to do anything. Ever.
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Lizzie: I thought I was just falling really slowly.
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Mumbo: Absolutely nothing. Nothing is going on whatsoever.
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Scott: Hi. Grian: *screams*
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Bdubs: Cleo, you lit yourself on fire. Cleo: I know. Sometimes I do that.
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*various voices, including Grian, screaming*
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Skizz: What am I doing? Why am I doing this to myself?
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*Scott hides from a screaming enderman*
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Mumbo: Should we not be being a little bit careful about- Okay.
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Lizzie: BigB! *scary music plays*
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Skizz: Look closely. You can see Etho. Right there. On the toilet.
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Ren: Is the sun a moon of like a bigger sun? Is that- Is that how as- as- astronomics works?
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Grian: Grian's not here now, please leave a message after the beep. Scott, laughing: Oh, okay, okay. Grian and Joel, at the same time: *make a beep sound*
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Impulse: Well done. I mean, it cost Grian his life. But well done!
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Pearl: Enjoy your red life! *giggles*
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Lizzie, to a bee: Who sent you?!
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Martyn: These are my guns; I call them "ah" and "ha".
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Scott: *captures an axolotl* I diiid it :D
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Grian: I LEFT YOU ALONE FOR FIVE MINUTES!
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Cleo: Just don't before I just shoot you.
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Mumbo: Punning it up on our balcony.
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Scar: I am the least professional person you could ever imagine. Pearl: Oh.
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Martyn: I like to live on the EDGE!
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Bdubs: Honey, I'm home! *pause* Etho: Hello.
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Scott: They have about six braincells between them, to be fair.
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Impulse, to an enderman: 'Scuse me, sir. 'Scuse me, sir. I need your- Boop! YEAH!
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Etho: Yoink!
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Mumbo: Escapes are not my thing, Scott. Scott: I know, that's why I took you prisoner last time.
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Martyn: I now have a firstborn, so I'm kinda worried about signing her away.
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Impulse: Now we go! Mumbo, overlapping: Run! Run! Run! Run! Scott, overlapping: We need to go! We need-! This way, Mumbo! This way, Mumbo! This way, Mumbo! Other way, Mumbo! OTHER WAY!
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Martyn, with an echoey voice modifier: Man, I wish I had some friends down here.
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Impulse: We gotta keep it away from Grian; he'll find it if it's here. Scott, overlapping: Oh. Impulse: Yeah, don't put it on your head, Scott!7
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Etho: I gotta grow trees cuz you took all the wood, you fool!
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Scott: Pearl, I don't know where they keep coming from! I have three in my inventory! Pearl: Do you have a bucket? Scott: No, they've all got axolotls in them already!
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Grian: Page three... is empty. Mumbo, how did you mess this up?
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Pearl: Are you gonna get the flint and steel out? You gonna get the flint and steel?
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Cleo: You looted my corpse. Cleo: *creeps menacingly towards Etho*
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*Enderman hits Scott* Scott: Ow!
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Mumbo: You're gonna have to find out, mate. Jimmy: Alright. *Jimmy sets off the trap, causing Impulse and Mumbo to yelp*
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Cleo: I'm gonna go get some more lava. Scott: Okay, you enjoy. Cleo [singsong]: I will!
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Ren: This potential alliance is made up of Shadow Fart, Terry, The Shadow Queen... and a dog.
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Grian, talking in the background: -go any further. Impulse: *lowers the trapdoor, dropping Jimmy onto the campfire* Jimmy: *yelps* Oh my gosh! Impulse: *laughs* I couldn't resist.
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Scott: That's a very flammable house you have, Joel. Very flammable.
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Martyn: Be swift! *long pause* BigB: Goodbye.
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Hi!! I wanted to ask, in celebration of Deltarune CH. 2, do you have any updated thoughts and head canons about the game?? Like, y'know, similar to a previous ask about Kris in your Deltarune tag? Thanks!
thoughts on kris part 2 i guess???? (part 1 from ch1 here lol)
spoilers for deltarune like woah. this wont be kris focused just random thoughts on everything. thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk
not that many thoughts for this chapter tbh! EDIT LOL: this was a lie i have a lot of thoughts
-just in general i feel like the player isn't the only one controlling kris... like yes the player forced kris to do what happened in the snowgrave route but AT THE SAME TIME idk it feels like there's someone else too. just because of the terrifying voice i suppose. and also the jerky movement kris does every time they get their soul out? unless there's another reason for it... maybe getting your soul out means you walk weird lol
-BUT ALSO i feel like kris is 100% in control when they create fountains. idk it just makes sense kris would create them. to create another world, a better world, A WORLD WHERE THEIR BROTHER IS HERE PERHAPS? i do wonder why they get their soul out then though. i'm all for it sweetie! do whatever! i support you!
-(i am and will be playing deltarune with only kris' best interests in mind. i will not hurt anyone unless kris wants me to. dont worry my little meow meow im on your side! talk to me! no? okay ill stay under the sink its fine)
-speaking of asriel. SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER (starts crying) V-VACATION COLLEGE WHEN
-kris misses their brother so much it's so sad. if you make kris steal 5$ from asriel they take it "reluctantly"? talking to asriel online so often even alphys knows?? the google search?? GOING INTO ASRIEL'S GOOGLE SEARCH ROOM WITH THEIR EYES CLOSED BECAUSE THEY'RE CONVINCED THEY ALREADY KNOW WHATS IN THERE? THAT ONE IS LESS OF A MISSING THING BUT IM LIKE OH MY GOD
-the city walk with susie at the end makes it clear to me that kris really values susie's friendship... kris even sits with her if you spend long enough near the lake like aaaaah ;_;
-and even in snowgrave you spend your last acts with the final boss calling for your friends like YES there's a way bigger creepy aspect to this (kris as more of a Leader who Commands and commands their subjects to come) but still :'0 (and then noelle answers oh my god noelle im so sorry for the trauma)
-berdly. listen. listen. listen. liste
-berdly sucks but [berdly hurts his arm in the battle against queen if you don't save him because he doesnt want to hurt you] [berdly realizing smg's wrong in snowgrave and immediately taking steps to save noelle] berdly is my little crumb nugget. i will protect him.
-noelle. noelle. girlboss!
-like ooooh listen. hearing about the genocide path for undertale. made me go "that is SO COOL. i HAVE to experience it myself this is great. hehehe killing time" and like no regrets. i was fully enjoying the experience knowing i was an awful person. SNOWGRAVE THOUGH. i will never try this myself its too fucked up. casually grooming your childhood friend to murder people <3 and also acting like a weird stalker towards her <3 stockholm syndrome speedrun i will get all the info i can about this but i will never do this myself
-people remarking the kris/player>noelle relationship is similar to the relationship between player>chara in genocide path is like yes. chefs kiss. don't worry we just are making you stronger and everything will be fine "you made me kill my friend? and for what?" this is fine sweetie don't worry about it!!!!!!
-like the amount of details added to snowgrave, like if you equip noelle's watch she notices later? and her battle animations change as time goes on, she gets an ice shield and stops sighing in relief after battle? oh my god? oh my god.
-(berdly is not awake.) JUST KILL ME RIGHT HERE I HAVEN'T STOPPED THINKING ABOUT BERDLY NOT BEING AWAKE!!!!!
-also why didnt he turn into dust. so many possible reasons. is magic a thing in the normal world and perhaps no magic means no dust (theres graves). maybe he isnt dead. maybe hes braindead. maybe he'll come back. either way that boy is now in the closet big enough to put someone in
-also dess' name probably being december AND THATS WHY NOELLE LOST THE SPELLING BEE?!?!??! FUCK ME UP!!!!! JUST FUCK ME UP!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!
-also so many good pixel art this chapter. too many? i didnt need pixel art of cardboard noelle falling on the statue. like thank you but please. please it hurts my game artist brain.
-the expressions in this chapter were also top notch. all the unsettling noelle expressions like (i fall over face first)
-i threw away the ball of junk (which i already tried in ch1) and this time the game was like "ARE YOU SURE BC THIS IS A BAD IDEA" and kris felt bitter :'( (it deletes all your items in the dark world)
-i uh fucked up and skipped the susie+noelle scene bc listen last time ralsei mentionned seeing what susie is doing we missed some PRIMO LORE. turns out it just makes you skip the scene and you dont get anything new. welp
-speaking of ralsei well you know. he exists. but im stuck on him going "i just wonder what being ralsei-like even is...?" ralsei my dude there's so much i could say about this. do you feel like you can't be ralsei-like because you feel like you have to be asriel-like
-but also that makes no sense bc susie hasnt even mentioned ralsei looks like asriel. and i cant imagine asriel being so meek. so WHAT GIVES
-ralsei as kris’ “i wish i was a monster just like my bro and family and i’d look like asriel but with red horns [THE HALLOWEEN COSTUME] and my name would be something cool like ralsei instead of a boring human name like kris and im sweet and cute because thats how i act with asriel because ASRIEL MADE ME” theory because that would be cute.
-ASRIEL GOING TO THE CHURCH TO CONFESS HIS "SINS" WHEN "SINS" AREN'T A THING IN THE ANGEL BELIEF LIKE I KNOW THIS INTERACTION WAS TREATED AS A JOKE BUT WHAT THE FUCK ASRIEL?
-kris definitely has a connection with the big red door in the city, judging by what the kids say they probably went there... i feel like this place's dark world will be the Final Dungeon you KNOW some shit happened there. also the sounds you hear when you go there is the phone dark world call's sound slowed down? AND AFTER SNOWGRAVE APPARENTLY YOU CANT HEAR IT ANYMORE? HUWAH?
-speaking of songs the songs were all so good, My Castle Town rules, the berdly snowgrave music is stuck in my head, flashback is uwah wuahah, Until Next Time is so good, AND ALSO A FRIEND NOTICED THE DARK WORLD CITY THEME IS JUST tHE SONG 74 (MOST NOTICEABLE WITH THE SNOWGRAVE VERSION)?????? WHAT DOES IT MEAN????? it might be just "hey its just reuse" BUT MR FOX YOU KNOW WE'RE GONNA READ INTO THIS IS NOELLE THE ONE SINGING IDK BRO!!!!!!!!!!
-asgore dreemurr fired from the force what happun!!!!! game theory is that asgore is related to dess' death/disappearance but eh who knows
-you start the chapter at lvl2 and get to lvl3 after the final boss, a friend mentioned this is probably because we destroyed a world and im :0
-to go back to kris it's still so interesting to figure out who they are based on how they act/people mention them. like kris shaking the ferris wheel car? yeah makes sense i can imagine a pranking kid do this. kris' dance? yeah thats a little silly but i can buy it. doing cool anime poses? well i dunno this doesnt line up PERFECTLY but sure. BUT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN SNOWGRAVE... especially >proceed like that is such a weird thing that i can't imagine them doing, but i can't completely see the "player" doing either (compare with going to sans -which kris doesnt know- and going "SANS!" because of course the player would know sans), like THATS one of the reasons i feel like there's someone else in there. the weird robotic merciless actions. if im going super meta it feels like there'd be someone else like writing the choices into existence for us to pick you know? gaster probably? god i need to read more gaster theories i completely sidestepped the gaster shit bc i wasnt interested. anyway just spitballing
-(looks at big shot guy) please dont make him the next tumblr guy i beg you
-obligatory "queen was great" mention if only because this part made me laugh a little bit too hard
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Billboard Interview: 20 Questions With Luke Hemmings: Why the 5 Seconds of Summer Leader ‘Needed To Make’ His Solo Debut
The past 10 years have been a whirlwind for Luke Hemmings, to say the least.
At 16, the frontman of 5 Seconds of Summer left Sydney to move to London with his bandmates Ashton Irwin, Calum Hood and Michael Clifford. The quartet played small gigs and studied the art of pop songwriting as their musical vision came to fruition. In the following years, the band found itself whisked away on endless tours in support of its first three albums -- 2014’s 5 Seconds of Summer, 2015’s Sounds Good Feels Good and 2018’s Youngblood -- all of which hit No. 1 on the Billboard 200 chart. 
When the pandemic brought the world to a stop, the band’s promotional cycle for its fourth studio album, last year’s CALM, was cut short, and the band’s touring plans pushed to 2022. For the first time in nearly a decade, Hemmings was indefinitely still. Settled at home in Los Angeles with his now-fiancée, singer-songwriter Sierra Deaton, the 25-year-old found himself obsessing over the uncertainty of time and dissecting the blur of the years he spent growing up on the road. 
Adopting songwriting into his daily routine, Hemmings untangled his thoughts and repurposed them as When Facing The Things We Turn Away From, his debut solo album out Friday (Aug. 13). Used to sharing the songwriting stage with three other people, the album offered Hemmings an opportunity to craft a musical identity outside of 5SOS through a fully introspective project with his own influences. It also put all of the surrounding pressures on him, even if the scrutiny was coming from his own self. 
Ahead of the release of When Facing The Things We Turn Away From, Hemmings answered Billboard’s 20 questions about his relationship with songwriting, overcoming self-imposed pressures and creating an ethereal, over-emotional album as a bookmark in this chapter of his life.
1. What’s the first piece of music that you bought and what was the format? 
I bought a CD of Good Charlotte’s The Young and the Hopeless, I believe.
2. How did your parents shape your music taste?
I grew up with a lot of Australian rock music. My dad loves AC/DC and INXS was a big one. My mom was more on the softer musical end of the spectrum, so Crowded House and stuff like that. Definitely all of my rock influences are very Australian typical. I listened to so much Pink Floyd the last couple of years, especially [during lockdown], and was very influenced by them, particularly Dark Side of the Moon. I remember when I was a kid, I [asked my dad], “Did you listen to Pink Floyd as a kid?” and he was like, “Oh no, they’re too psychedelic.” I think it’s so funny because this album is super influenced by them but he was never into them. 
3. What was the first concert that you saw that made you want to be on stage, too?
We didn’t get that many shows in Sydney. I saw AC/DC with my dad and I also saw Good Charlotte –– you know, pop-punk will never die. It sounds so lame, but Good Charlotte was the first band I came across as a kid where I was like, “Oh, there’s people with guitars on stage, I could give that a go.”
4. How did moving away from home as a teenager shape who you are?
When you start a band like we did — we started with pretty pop-punk roots –– the whole plan is to get out of the whole town and to make something of yourself. I think as I’ve gotten older, especially since I haven’t seen my family in a long time now, I think I appreciate them more and more. I was very lucky to be a part of going to so many different countries and cities and seeing so many different cultures and people, living that lifestyle at such a young age. I feel like it's becoming more of a cliche thing now, but I can just encourage anyone who has the means to do any sort of travel. It made me much more compassionate and [informed] about other people’s cultures. Everything is so different everywhere, but everyone is kind of the same in such a weird, balanced way. 
5. What’s at the top of your professional bucket list? 
I mean, I’d take anything right now. I’d play a show. I’d want to play the Sydney Opera House. 
6. Which albums or artists do you find yourself unexpectedly revisiting?
It’s not even a guilty pleasure, but I definitely listen to a lot of Bee Gees. I think they’re rad. 
7. What was the last song you listened to, and what’s a song that always makes you cry?
Is it bad if I say myself? I was listening to a demo from this album, “A Beautiful Dream.” One that always makes me cry is “Pain” by The War on Drugs. 
8. Which artists, dead or alive, would you love to see live?
I want to see The War on Drugs. Wait, I can use dead, can’t I? Maybe David Bowie. 
9. What do you miss most about performing in front of an audience? 
I am just dying to play shows again now. Everything. I’d love to be in a standing floor place right now just playing a gig. The feeling of it, I know more than ever I won’t ever take it for granted or not understand the place that it holds in my life, how much I need it and how much I love it. Not that I ever did, but I definitely even more so won’t. 
10. How did the pandemic change your creative process? 
I wouldn’t have made this album without it. The whole album is literally called When Facing The Things You Turn Away From –– it made me look back at a lot of stuff that I hadn’t dealt with. It changed my songwriting style slightly to somewhat become more of a daily [practice.] It always was, but that was kind of all I did for a long time at home.
There was no moving around. There were no shows. The band wasn’t doing anything for a lot of it. It was literally just me writing songs. I think it changed my songwriting style to letting it happen and stuff coming out of me when it’s supposed to come out and then trying to figure out what it means subconsciously and understand or catch up with it, as opposed to trying to force a song or whatever. 
11. When did When Facing The Things We Turn Away From go from a collection of songs to a fully realized album? 
I don’t know when it was an album, because I was apprehensive and tinkering up until the final hour. It was gonna be exactly how I wrote it in my head. I knew I wanted to do a body of work when I had a couple of songs like “Mum” and “Saigon” and “Comedown” and “Place In Me.” Songs like that –– even “Starting Line” –– are exactly the type of emotion I wanted to provoke for myself and for other people to listen to. I was tinkering until the end, so it’s difficult to say when exactly it was an album. But there was a moment when I was like, yeah, this is a different thing to what I’ve been doing. 
12. What were you setting out to create?
The main thing I wanted to get across, lyrically, I had a lot to uncover and a lot to figure out within myself and portray that in a thought-provoking way. I basically wanted to evoke the emotion that I was feeling at the time through music and through lyric. 
Some of the artists that do it great are Bon Iver and Pink Floyd. They evoke such an emotion in me. They resonate on such a deep level. I really want to get that across. Apart from the songwriting itself, I want to say certain things even just for cathartic reasons to understand myself more and understand what happened and where I’m going. I really wanted it to be paired with this tangible, emotional feeling. 
13. How has your relationship with songwriting changed over the course of your career? 
Right at the very beginning [of 5SOS], I started writing a few songs at home, but Calum, when we were in school, was the one that could create full songs and full bodies of work which I always thought was so cool. I was always getting it almost to the finish line –– this is back when I was 14 or 15 –– and then not being confident enough or not having the skill set. He just seemed to have this thing. Honestly, he was the first in-person inspiration that inspired songwriting for me. 
Then, as we moved forward, we were writing songs more as a band. We did a crash course in songwriting when we lived in England and [were] writing a lot in proper songwriting sessions. It was quick-paced and very fun, for lack of a better word, and through the albums it changed. I really, really want to be a great pop songwriter. We as a band work really hard working with a lot of different people, a lot of Swedish people and people like Andrew Watt and Rami Yacoub, trying to understand pop music and what it takes to make pop music. 
A lot of those skills are sort of like second nature. Then, on this album, they’re always there as thoughts in my understanding of how to make a song and I’ve been writing for so long, but this one was very much exploring. There were no preconceived notions. Even at the start, it wasn’t like, “I’m going to do a solo album, let's write the songs.” I just wrote for fun. Let’s see what happens, and then it snowballs into this huge thing. I just wanted to write full songs of my own at the beginning of this. It’s become more of a part of my daily routine now. It’s my favorite thing to do, and also the most frustrating thing in the world. 
14. How do you think about the passing of time and how has your perception of it changed?
I have a fear of time that’s a slight fascination with things that are out of your control. For me, the last 10 years of my life felt like 30 years, but also felt like it went by in the blink of an eye. Actually stopping and getting to take stock of that was terrifying. You live one way for so long and it’s such a beautiful, incredible, up-and-down, chaotic thing. Now, it’s just still and you’re trying to figure that out. There is a fear of that. It’s terrifying, we’re all gonna get old and we’re all gonna die. That’s so dark, but it’s so true and I think that humanizes us. 
I was 24 when I made the album, and I felt like I'd done so much but also not done enough. Having that time at home and making this album, I got to figure all of that out and sort of slow down and think about what makes me happy and what I want to do. 
15. How would you describe the feeling of sharing your own story with your audience without the shield of your bandmates? 
That fell into every aspect of it, even doing this. It’s my name behind this interview, it’s not the band. It’s a scary thing –– doing videos on my own, doing photoshoots –– they’re all part of a thing that is very much outside of the safe space that I am used to. I think I put myself under a lot of pressure, anyway, so me taking on this and it being just me has put more pressure and more scrutiny. On a personal level, it almost felt like I needed to make this. I needed to say these things and I needed it to feel like this and be packaged in a way that had this hyper-emotional feeling to it.
When I was writing this, I wasn’t thinking, “Oh no, what are people going to think of this lyric?” Up until it was released, I didn’t really think about it like that. It’s all quite nerve-wracking to put out songs after doing it a different way for so long, but lyrically, there was no fear about saying too much. 
16. How did you want listeners to approach the album knowing that it wasn’t created with the intention of being performed for a live audience? 
With the band, when we make albums we think about the live space pretty heavily. With this, there’s no thought of that. I’m not going to play any shows for the foreseeable future. I don’t know if it fully played into the writing style. At the time, there was no big management company, there was no label, there’s no live shows. “Is this even gonna come out? Am I gonna be able to make a full album?” Everything else besides writing the songs, including the live aspect, was not thought about. It was very much, how do I make these songs sound the best on the album, and how do I get across exactly what I want to say exactly the way I want to say it and have those two worlds meet each other? There was no infrastructure at all, just me and [producer Sammy Witte] and Sierra making an album and just making music. 
17. What’s one thing that even devoted fans are going to learn about your musical influences that they wouldn’t hear in your work with 5SOS?
They’ll definitely pick up that I like the big, grandiose, ethereal vibe. The whole album is very Pink Floyd, M83, Arcade Fire, The War on Drugs –– big, ethereal, Bon Iver-type feelings that are juxtaposed with very much classic songwriting. I love Neil Young and Bob Dylan, all of these people who have very classic songwriting. That is the balance I was trying to strike of introspective and personal lyrics, but sometimes taking it very grandiose. 
18. How do you approach your creative process when you don’t have any time constraints? 
It’s not even like we as a band compromise a crazy amount, anyway. We make whatever we want and we make s--t we love. I love making music with the band, but there’s no getting around that the band has made four albums. There’s already something that’s been said before. For this, it’s starting again at square one. I had what felt like all the time in the world to figure out what I wanted to make. There was no first album before this, there’s no label deadline, no one waiting on it. It felt really good, to be honest. The only person that could figure out when it was done was me which was really hard, because usually, I have the rest of the band. It was freeing.
19. What’s one piece of advice you would give to your younger self?
Maybe don’t wear the same pair of Vans, because there’s lots of eyes on you. Switch up the shoes and wear some socks.
20. When you look back on When Facing The Things We Turn Away From in the future, what do you hope for it to encapsulate for you? 
When I understood that this would be a seperate project, I knew it was going to be really difficult to get it over the line because of the kind of person I am and the kind of pressure I put myself under for no reason. It was really hard, and really challenging. I think on a personal level when I look back, whether a couple of people like it or it does whatever, it doesn’t really matter. I got it over the line and I finished it. I’ll always be proud of that. 
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Osblaine week 2021, Day 2: Lyrics
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Over the last several weeks, I have carefully curated a playlist for Osblaine. The final total length of the playlist is 2 hours and 53 minutes.
The playlist can be found HERE
Click "Keep Reading" if you're interested in the introduction, commentary, more graphics and the full tracklist.
For full disclosure, I have to give some of the credit to my amazing fellow Osblaine fangirls @dystopiandramaqueen, @splitscreen and everyone who participated in a certain conversation for the original inspiration and even bringing up some of the songs.
You should look at the playlist in five parts: one section for each season that's aired and one section for the future (because I like to end things on a hopeful note).
The playlist contains a lot of the following:
Music from movie and TV soundtracks
Instrumental music
Remixes
Classics and covers of classics
Country music. I blame Florida. My sincerest apologies.
Some of the songs were chosen because they reminded me of a certain Osblaine scene, and some of them aren't specific to particular scenes but chosen for the general Osblaine vibe. And most of the movie/TV music I chose have been used for couples that remind me of Nick and June.
Part I- Season 1, first 12 songs of the playlist:
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Forbidden Love- Abel Korzeniowski, Jasper Randall, The Hollywood Studio Symphony (Romeo & Juliet)
Fireflies- Owl City
Echoes in Rain- Enya
My Ghost- Glass Pear (Bones)
Daring to Hope- Anne Dudley (Poldark)
Everytime We Touch- Cascada
1000 Times- Sara Bareilles
Too Good At Goodbyes- Sam Smith
In Case You Don't Live Forever- Ben Platt
To Find You- Cast of Sing Street, Brenock O’Connor
She- Elvis Costello (Notting Hill)
Miracle- Instrumental- Cö Shu Nie
Hanging By A Moment- Lifehouse
Commentary:
The first instrumental song IMO works as an intro for their entire love story.
The next two songs are more about having the right vibe. It's a little ambiguous and dark because that's how their life is in Gilead.
Leave my door open just a crack
Please take me away from here
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
Please take me away from here
Why do I tire of counting sheep?
Please take me away from here
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep
***
Wait for the sun
Watching the sky
Black as a crow
Night passes by
Taking the stars
So far away
Everything flows
Here comes another new day
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
***
"My Ghost" is June's POV before they sleep together, wondering if she can trust Nick:
Who can you trust, in this place?
And whom can I put my faith?
If you're real, then show me now,
Who you are
The last two songs are for episode 1x10, for both Nick’s reaction to June’s pregnancy and the beginning of her first escape attempt (arranged by Nick).
She may be the face I can't forget The trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or the price I have to pay She may be the song that summer sings Maybe the chill that autumn brings Maybe a hundred different things Within the measure of a day
Part II- Season 2, next 10 songs:
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Love Will Keep Us Alive- Eagles
So Easy- Phillip Phillips
Incomplete- James Bay
Rewrite the Stars- The Piano Guys (The Greatest Showman)
I’ll Be Your Shelter- Taylor Dayne
Love Never Fails- Brandon Heath
P.S. I Love You- 05:11- John Powell (P.S. I Love You)
It's A Girl- Mychel Danna (The Time Traveler's Wife)
I'll Stand By You- Josh Groban, Helene Fischer
The Miracle of Love- Eurythmics
Commentary:
The first four songs cover June’s escape attempt and the time they share at the Boston Globe.
"Incomplete" is Nick's POV from when she's on the run and he knows she'll be gone from his life soon. He lives in the moment.
I don't wanna look down
I don't want us to break up in the clouds
All I want is to stay us, to stay with you now
"I'll Be Your Shelter" is for when June's mental health is at its lowest point and he goes to Serena to beg for her to get June help.
What you need is a friend to count on
What you got baby you got someone
Who will stay when the rain is fallin'
And won't let it fall on you
P.S. I Love You takes me back to episode 2.09, Nick’s selflessness in the episode and of course the scene where after telling June that Luke loves her, he tells her that he loves her too, despite believing she probably doesn’t feel the same way.
It's A Girl makes me think of the beautiful moment they share during June's false labor when he helps her out of the van and they climb the steps together.
I’ll Stand By You is for 2.10, Nick holding June after she was heartbroken over Hannah and over what the Waterfords did to her and clinging onto him.
Part III- Season 3, next 6 songs:
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Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close- Alexandre Desplat (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close)
All I Ask- Adele
Never Enough- Loren Allred (The Greatest Showman)
I Don’t Wanna Live Forever- Taylor Swift, ZAYN (Fifty Shades Darker)
Love is Gone- SLANDER, Dylan Matthew
Constellations- The Oh Hellos
Commentary:
For obvious reasons, it was extremely difficult to pick songs for this season.
The first (instrumental) song is for the beginning of the season with June coming back to the Waterford house and them then saying goodbye to each other on the street.
All I Ask, Never Enough, I Don't Wanna Live Forever and Love Is Gone are for their night together in June’s room at Lawrence’s (the one we didn’t get to see sigh). They know it's possible it's all they'll ever have, and they'll take it, but it'll never be enough.
I will leave my heart at the door I won't say a word They've all been said before, you know So why don't we just play pretend? Like we're not scared of what's coming next Or scared of having nothing left
Look, don't get me wrong I know there is no tomorrow All I ask is
If this is my last night with you Hold me like I'm more than just a friend Give me a memory I can use Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do It matters how this ends 'Cause what if I never love again?
***
All the shine of a thousand spotlights
All the stars we steal from the night sky
Will never be enough
Never be enough
Towers of gold are still too little
These hands could hold the world but it'll
Never be enough
Never be enough
***
I'm sorry, don't leave me, I want you here with me
I know that your love is gone
I can't breathe, I'm so weak, I know this isn't easy
Don't tell me that your love is gone
That your love is gone
"Constellations" is for their long separation and the doubts that I'm sure plagued them both during it. Would they ever see each other again?
Part IV- S4, next 12 songs:
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All of Me- John Legend
(Everything I do) I Do It For You- Bryan Adams
Iris- Natalie Taylor (City of Angels)
She Was Like A Bright Light- Hans Zimmer, Rupert Greyson-Williams (Winter’s Tale)
Noah's Last Letter- Aaron Zigman (The Notebook)
What’s In The Middle- the bird and the bee (Bones)
ivy- Taylor Swift
Footprints in the Sand- Leona Lewis
Remember Me (Lullaby)- Gael Garcia Bernal, Gabriella Flores (Coco)
On The Nature Of Daylight- Max Richter
My Heart Will Go On- Basil Jose (Titanic)
The Story- Sara Ramirez (Grey's Anatomy)
Commentary:
There were sooo many songs I wanted to include in part IV, but I controlled myself and ended up with this particular dozen.
"She Was Like A Bright Light" and "Noah’s Last Letter" are an instrumental double punch to the gut for Nick’s time in Gilead during episodes 4.07-4.09. The first one is meant for when he finds out June made it to Canada, and the 2nd for is for when he starts to gather info on Hannah to give to June.
"What’s in the Middle" and "ivy" are June’s POV of episodes 4.07-4.09.
"What's In The Middle" has more of an angry and confused vibe, and June was definitely both in episodes 7 and 8.
Losing your head is such a common theme
All your brains are falling out, falling out the open seams
Where is the heart, is the heart of the matter
I will empty out my skull of all this useless chatter
On the other hand, "ivy" has this haunted vibe, but there's also reverence and acceptance, which she begins to achieve in episode 9.
Oh, goddamn
My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand
Taking mine, but it's been promised to another
Oh, I can't
Stop you putting roots in my dreamland
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
The next three songs are of course all for their reunion in 4.09, and I couldn’t resist including the song that was actually played in the scene.
"The Story" draws the season to a close nicely, with June understanding that her current needs are different from what they used to be and that there’s someone who understands her completely (and it’s not Luke).
You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you
Part V- Season 5 and Beyond, the last 6 songs
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Secret Love Song- Little Mix, Jason Derulo
Burn With You- Lea Michele
The Bones- Maren Morris
Feels Like Home- Auli'i Carvalho, Keegan DeWitt
Love Will Find A Way- Piano Covers (Lion King II)
Like I'll Never Love You Again- Carrie Underwood
“Secret Love Song” is a more angsty tune about a love that’s still kept a secret like June and Nick’s love (as far as most people are concerned). Now that they’ve already made out in front of the man who raped and abused June and made Nick watch him do that, I want to believe they can let go of the secrecy in S5, at least when it comes to a few people.
I'm living for that day Someday Can I hold you in the street? Why can't I kiss you on the dancefloor? I wish that we could be like that Why can't we it be like that? Cause I'm yours, I'm yours Why can't you hold me in the street? Why can't I kiss you on the dancefloor? I wish that it could be like that Why can't it be like that? Cause I'm yours Why can't I say that I'm in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops I wish that it could be like that Why can't we be like that? Cause I'm yours Why can't we be like that? Wish we could be like that
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“Bones” is about a relationship with a strong foundation, which IMO they do have. It will carry them in the future, too. They’re more into each other now than ever before and especially June is coming to terms with how strong that love is. They’ll weather any storm.
When the bones are good, the rest don't matter
Yeah, the paint could peel, the glass could shatter
Let it break 'cause you and I remain the same
When there ain't a crack in the foundation
Baby, I know any storm we're facing
Will blow right over while we stay put
The house don't fall when the bones are good
***
“Feels Like Home” is more hopeful. Their home is with each other and I hope that’s something that will be explored more in the future.
Take me, I'm ready
Go slow but go steady
To a place that we can call our own
I wanna know what feels like home
***
“Like I’ll Never Love You Again” is a good conclusion for the playlist. It’s hopeful and a testament to an epic love.
I wanna love you like the rain on a roof
Stronger than a bottle of a hundred ten proof
I wanna take love to places that love has never been
Yeah, I wanna love you like I'll never love you again
And I'll love you again
Oh, and again
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Midnight In Paris - Scott x Reader (Surprise Character x Reader) - Words: 2418
You sat down at your computer with a sigh. You really needed to edit your post for today and reply to a few asks that had backed up on your Tumblr page. But instead you decided to work on a new project. You looked at your desk and nodded approvingly. "Ok! Coffee, music, blank document, photos from when I was 7, and photos from last summer. Ready!"
And that's why birds do it, bees do it
Even educated fleas do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
Y/N took a deep breath as she stepped off the plane in Paris. She'd been here once before as a little girl but those memories had faded and the magic of Paris had been lost. "This I do remember," She muttered, crinkling her nose as the pungent smell of jet fuel filled her nostrils. She rushed through the airport wanting to get to her sightseeing plans as soon as possible. The hotel she'd made reservations at was small but quant. After checking out the room, dropping off her luggage, and freshening up a bit, she headed out into the city just in time to catch the golden sunset reflecting across the elegant architecture.
As she walked up and down cafe lined streets and avenues dotted with interesting shops, she couldn't help but wish she could have seen Paris in what's been called its heyday. Y/N laughed at her own line of thought, remembering the lesson of the movie she'd watched not 3 nights before. Midnight In Paris was one of her favorite movies. And it had one of her favorite actors too. Even if his screen time in it totalled only about 5 minutes and 34 seconds. https://youtu.be/yIcTbQj4bZw
Eventually, dinner time came so she stopped in a small cafe/bar to order a meal. "Mercí," She told the waiter after being seated. She decided to order some wine too, of course.
"Bonne nuit, Mademoiselle," Someone called out to her as she left the restaurant hours later. The wine had left Y/N substantially more tipsy than she expected after only a few glasses.
As she made her way back to the hotel, she giggled, thinking of the movie once again as a nearby clock struck twelve and marked a new day. Shaking her head, she told herself, "It's just a movie. Things like that don't happen in real life."
"Pardonnez-moi, mademoiselle," A gentleman exclaimed, stumbling out of what seemed to be a small nightclub and bumping into her, knocking her to the ground.
"No problem," She replied, dusting herself off and standing. Glancing inside the bar, she saw it had an oddly warm and inviting atmosphere for such a loud place. Deciding that the night was still young, she walked in.
"Hello!" A young lady with a heavy southern American accent exclaimed, walking up to her. The air was smokey and there was an old song playing that Y/N knew she recognized but couldn't quite place. "Well don't you look different! Wearin' pants to a party like this! Don't worry, darlin'! You look just fine!" Y/N nodded silently, shocked at the woman's reaction.
"Women have been wearing pants for decades now!" Y/N thought to herself.
"Are you alright, darlin'?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Y/N replied quickly. She suddenly realized who the young woman was. Or at least looked like. "Pardon my confusion, but I'm afraid I had a bit more wine with my dinner than I had planned." She chuckled lightly and shook her head, trying to clear her mind.
"Nothing to apologize for," a man spoke up from behind her. "Zelda has a way about her that does that to people regardless of their sobriety." Y/N turned around and fought the urge to gasp in surprise. "Scott Fitzgerald," He said, holding out his hand. "A pleasure to meet you!" She reached out and shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you too," She replied with a grin, seemingly unable to look away. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. It was just like the movie! "I'm Y/N," she finally said, still smiling at Scott.
"Well, I'll be off then. I've spotted quite a few interesting pursuits for the night, so," Zelda said with a smirk. "I'll be off!"
"Just be home at a reasonable-and she's gone," Scott sighed. He chuckled awkwardly and took a slow drag from his already lit cigarette. "My sister is bound to drive me to insanity one day!"
"Your sister?" Y/N exclaimed. Scott nodded, eyes lit up with amusement. They both laughed loudly and Y/N shook her head. "You do know most everyone else thinks you're married!"
"I have noticed people tend to assume that," He chuckled, leading her towards another group of people. "I'd like you to meet some friends of mine," He said. As Y/N followed him around the room, she found herself mostly stunned into silence at seeing each face that she'd come to know from rewatching Midnight In Paris a million times. She took a sip from the drink that had somehow found its way into her hands and glanced around the room as Scott was busy talking with someone she couldn't remember the name of.
"There's no way this is happening," She muttered to herself hours later. Laughing quietly, she shook her head. "I probably hit my head on the pavement and am having a concussion-induced/Paris-induced dream. And the wine probably didn't help. That's got to be it! Well, perhaps I should wake myself up now," She reasoned. Squinting at a clock, she figured the sun should be rising soon so she started making her way to the door.
"Leaving so soon?" Scott asked, grabbing her arm before she walked out.
"Yes," She sighed. "It was wonderful meeting you, Scott. Thank you for a lovely evening."
"Will you be around tomorrow? There's another party."
"I'll try to make it," Y/N replied, not wanting to disappoint him even if it was a dream. "Goodbye, Scott," She smiled. Gathering her courage, she stood on her tip-toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She turned away quickly and ran out the door. In her rush, she stumbled on an uneven part of the sidewalk and fell down.
"Are you ok?" A young lady asked a few moments later. Y/N looked up at the stranger and nodded embarrassedly.
"Yes, I just," she stopped mid-sentence when she turned and saw the bar she'd just walked out of was completely empty. "I just tripped," she said slowly. "Um, thank you."
"No problem," The girl smiled. "Au revoir!" She called out, continuing on her way.
Y/N went back to her hotel and took a brief nap to refresh herself for the day. Eventually, she put the night's events aside mentally and moved on with her plans. That is until she found 'the dress'. She was passing a line of boutiques and in the window of the last one was a Y/F/C 1920's style drop waist dress. It even had a matching hat and purse. Half an hour later, Y/N found herself back in the hotel room trying to get her makeup just right to match the outfit.
"I don't know what I'm doing," She told herself as she walked back to where she'd been the night before. Sitting on a bench across the street, she waited. For what exactly, she was not sure, but she knew she had to wait. Soon enough, the clock struck 12 midnight and, just like in the movie, an old car made its way down the street. Y/N was so distracted trying to look inside the vehicle that she didn't notice the change across the street.
"Y/N! Y/N, you came back!" Scott yelled as he and a few others came out of the bar. She ran across the street now that the car had passed to meet up with him, grinning like mad.
"Scott! I didn't-" she paused, chuckling lightly. "I didn't think I would see you again."
"Didn't I tell you there was another party tonight?" He asked, slightly confused. Y/N nodded, still grinning, and decided not to explain for now.
"Where are we off to?" She asked, linking arms with him. He smiled and they headed to one of the cars parked nearby. The night went by in a flash. Near morning, the group found themselves at a small cafe/bar. A few had already gone home and the rest were preparing to leave. Soon it was just Y/N and Scott left. She stared at him for a moment before shaking her head and laughing lightly.
"What's so funny?" He asked. "You know, you get the oddest look on your face sometimes. Like you've gone somewhere else," He commented.
"I have," she replied, taking a sip of her drink. "You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to be here," she said, gesturing around her. "Or even somewhere else, another time. And it's been wonderful! But you were right! A person really can't live in the past. It's just not possible."
"I'm not sure what I said to help you," He chuckled. "But it's funny, I have a character that should learn that lesson," Scott commented. "I'm working on the book right now but I think I've just gotten an idea from you. Thank you," He smiled.
"Oh! That's right!" Y/N said, realizing her favorite F. Scott Fitzgerald writing wasn't even released, and apparently not even finished yet.
"Perhaps we should be making our way home," He said, glancing outside at the rising sun. He stood and held his arm out for Y/N to hold. "Let me walk you?" She nodded and they headed outside into the crisp morning air. She pointed in the general direction of her hotel, wondering somewhat what would happen when they arrived. "Are you cold?" He asked her.
"No, I'm fi-" But before she could finish, he had already draped his jacket over her shoulders. "Thank you," Y/N replied, blushing brightly. She pulled the charcoal suit jacket around her, genuinely glad for it's warmth. When they were about a block away, she stopped, turning to look at him. "Scott," She sighed. "I can't come back. I'm afraid if I do-" she paused again, looking around at the beautiful city just starting to wake up. "I guess I should thank you. You've been so kind to me and I appreciate it. It made my visit to Paris so much better."
"I'm glad to hear that, Y/N," He replied. "I will miss you. But I am, at the very least, happy to have had the pleasure of meeting you." He leaned forward and kissed her gently, surprising Y/N. She closed her eyes and sighed into the kiss, trying to commit every feeling to memory. "Goodbye," She heard him say, one they separated. She didn't have the courage to open her eyes and watch him go however.
"Goodbye," Y/N finally whispered to herself when she opened her eyes and saw the city, modern and bustling all around her. Y/N wiped away the few stray tears and broke out into a run, wanting to get back to her hotel as fast as possible. As she rounded the last corner before the building, though, she collided with someone walking around the same corner. Y/N lost her balance, the person she ran into being much taller, and fell down. "I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed. She was rushing to pick up the items she dropped when she saw a hand held out to her.
"It's alright," The man said. "No harm done. Now can I help you up?" He asked, smiling sweetly.
"I-uh, well, yes. Thank you," She stuttered. He helped her gather her things and handed them to her.
"Were you heading to the hotel?" He asked. Silently, she nodded, not trusting her own voice at this point. "Well, then, let me walk you back. I was heading there myself." He smiled at her as they started walking down the sidewalk. "Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Tom."
"Done!" You exclaimed. Letting out a sigh of relief. You had been needing to write that for a long time but you never quite felt up to it. "Holy crap!" You yelled, looking at the clock. It had taken much longer than you expected to write it. You knew your husband would be home shortly so you rushed out to start dinner.
"Honey! I'm home!" He called out, walking through the door. He was grinning like mad, obviously in a good mood if he was using such a cliche line on you.
"Hello, Tom," You smiled, as he came up behind you, giving you a hug. He peppered your neck with small kisses, making you giggle loudly. "Tom! Stop that!" You exclaimed, wriggling out of his arms. "I need to finish dinner."
"Alright, darling. I'll change then," He relented. A while later, once dinner was safely cooking in the oven, you heard him call out to you from the bedroom.
"What's wrong?" You asked, walking to the doorway. Then it hit you. You'd left the document open on your laptop which was on your desk in the bedroom.
"What's this?" He asked, pointing to your new writing.
"It's for the blog," You said honestly. He knew you had a Tumblr page, although he still refused to see what was posted about him on there. Just one mention of the site could still get him embarrassed.
"Yes but," He glanced at it again, brows furrowed. "That's not how it actually happened, is it?" He asked, quite confused. You chuckled and shook your head.
"Well now, I can't very well ask Scott to verify my story, can I?" You smirked.
"Of course not," He chuckled. "Although I must say you did an excellent job of adapting the story of how we first met!"
"Thank you, dear," You smirked, walking away to the walk-in closet you shared.
"What are you not telling me?" He asked suspiciously.
"Oh, nothing," You replied innocently. When you walked out of the closet you completely ignored Tom, whistling as you headed back to the kitchen.
"What is that you're wearing?" He called out, running after you. You laughed as he caught up with you in the living room. "Is that a new charcoal suit jacket?"
"It's not new, Tom, not new at all."
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OK..as a huge shipper who loves N&D to death, looking at all the hugs and stuff isn't QUITE enough for me to start freaking out for me the only patern to romance is Ruby that I can see is of there is a song that eludes to it, its pretty much Canon or going to be...so before I can fully get excited I really hope we get a song last episode or I'm gonna be even more conflicted, we got so much to go on and yet their is still that part of me that says wait, clam down ..how do you have so much confidence ahhh!
Anon, I am glad you asked! First off, do note that I am not a first member so if something happens in the finale please don’t tell me.
Another important thing to know here is also that I’m not really 100% confident N&D will be canon. I might be wrong! But I am fairly confident, and since you’ve given me an excuse I’m going to talk about why.
First off, songs are great and a song about them would be a pretty strong confirmation, but I don’t think a song is necessary. I never really paid attention to the soundtrack, but so far with Arkos, Renora, and the Bees my predictions for canon pairings have been 100% correct.
For Nuts and Dolts, I’m guessing I don’t need to tell you about the number of hugs (8, as of v8c12) or significant handholding moments (3, as of v8c11), but I still want to point out that this is a very high number! This is not typical of friendships in rwby.
And this also means that as of v8c12, they’ve hugged in every episode of volume 8 where they were both conscious and within hugging range.
But that’s all kind of besides the point, because hugs don’t translate to romance very easily.
What really makes me feel so confident in Nuts and Dolts comes down to three factors.
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First of all is the fact that Penny often takes on a very typical Love Interest role.
In v7 she gets a lot of Love Interest framing. There’s the heartfelt reunion where the creators put in extra effort to make the Love Interest as appealing as possible. A tense fight scene against Grimm is completely taken over when Penny swoops in to save the day.
The tense music changes to Penny’s more pleasant music, we only watch what she does, and everything about the scene screams “love her, be happy she’s back”. She even gets to twirl around in the sky, lit by the moon, and then she sighs happily at a job well done.
The v7 intro also shows her framed very much like a Love Interest.
She shows up at the end of the phrase “through love your power just shines”, the animation of her movements is clearly meant to make us think she’s adorable, and the background is entirely white. Or rather, silver.
It’s curious timing to show her at the end of a phrase that refers to Ruby’s love-fuelled power, and even more curious to show her with a background that looks like Ruby’s activated said love-fuelled power.
It’s some very strong Love Interest framing.
Volume 8 goes past the framing, and instead puts Penny in a love interest role.
To be specific, after chapter 5 she becomes a Damsel In Distress. A role which is generally filled by the Love Interest. And to be clear, this is a case of her being a well written Damsel In Distress, she’s not a cardboard cut out waiting for Ruby to come save her.
However, as a Damsel In Distress Penny can’t save herself. She needs help.
First is Dark, where the hound knocks her out immediately because she can’t fight back. Ruby uses her silver eyes to save Penny.
(Sidenote: in this episode they also call attention to Ruby’s difficulties using the silver eyes and then have her use them easily when Penny is in danger. It maybe have gone the exact same with someone else there, but as a writer if you’ve got a chance to put the Love Interest in this position, you’re putting the Love Interest in this position.)
Then there’s chapter 11, where Penny gives up. She thinks there’s no outcome where she survives. And although saving her here is absolutely a group effort, it’s Ruby who figures out the temporary solution of Jaune boosting her aura.
Finally chapter 12… again, a group effort. But Ruby is the one who takes the staff, the one who makes the request to Ambrosius, and the one who talks him through most of it.
Three times, Penny needs to be saved. Three times she’s a Damsel In Distress. And all three times, Ruby plays the biggest role in saving her. This is what I would call Peak Love Interest Behaviour.
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The second factor is the building intensity in their relationship. The build-up has to go somewhere, and I haven’t seen any alternatives to romance other than “Penny dies” which. Isn’t happening. Penny is not dying, I am as certain of this as I am certain that there are four maidens.
In volume 7 this build-up isn’t very clear. They’re still reconnecting, and Penny is still in the Atlas Military. Volume 8 though?
First Ruby helps Penny when Ironwood tries to manipulate her. Then in chapter 2, the manipulation still bothers Penny and Ruby reassures her she did the right thing. There’s already some build-up here.
Then comes chapter 3. It brings us Ruby whispering a promise to Penny, and a long, lingering hug. That’s a little intense!
But it doesn’t compare to the intensity of chapter 11. When Penny asks Ruby to kill her, and essentially tells her she’ll be in Penny’s final thoughts. The complete and total trust Penny has, the emotional weight that this has, the total confidence that Penny will be able to keep Ruby in her thoughts as she’s fighting a virus that’s probably interrupting her thoughts quite a bit.
Chapter 12 is less intense, but no less significant. Ruby is terrified that she might lose Penny. They use the staff to save Penny. The first thing Penny feels is Ruby’s hand on her shoulder, the first thing she does is hug Ruby. And she does so by deliberately crouching down to place her head on Ruby’s chest, which I don’t think we’ve ever seen in rwby before.
This is an incredibly important moment, and while Ruby and Penny’s interactions here aren’t intense, they are significant.
With this increasing intensity and increasing significance in their relationship, there’s a lot of build-up. All of that build-up has to go somewhere, and where does it go if not a relationship of some kind?
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The last thing, the final nail in the coffin, is that it’s all deliberate.
We see the interactions between Penny and Nora, the writers are clearly trying to integrate her into the group. So if they want to integrate Penny into the group, why keep placing her with Ruby who she already has a strong relationship with?
Why would you have Ruby whisper a promise only for Penny to hear while the others watch in silence, when you could have all of them saying goodbye to Penny? Why would you have Ruby offer the solution in chapter 11, when you could just as easily let Jaune figure it out? And for that matter, why is Ruby constantly clinging to Penny in chapter 11 when that really doesn’t accomplish anything other than keeping Ruby close to Penny?
And finally in chapter 12, why would you exclusively focus on Ruby’s concern for Penny, have her walk forward by herself, have all of this be entirely about Ruby and Penny, when you could use a group hug to show that Penny is part of the group and they’re all glad she’s safe?
There’s no need to keep placing Ruby and Penny together, and in fact if they’re not trying to build their relationship towards something it would be better to let Penny talk to other characters.
But they keep choosing to develop Ruby and Penny’s relationship further and further, and I don’t think they’re done yet.
They’re going somewhere with this relationship, and I’m not sure where they even can go other than a relationship.
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Hogwarts Champion Part 5 -Sirius Black x Reader
A/N: Part 5 is up! Sorry it took so long I had some writers block with this chapter! I didn’t proof read so sorry for any mistakes! Any requests or suggestions please let me know x
Masterlist:
Part 4:
Pairings: Sirius Black x Reader
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“The Yule Ball, will be held around Christmas before the second task’ i sat with Mary and Dorcas who were extremely excited about this who ball thing listening to McGonagall, “most importantly though it is a dance.” I rolled my eyes, i hated dancing, i look over to the marauders who are giggling Sirius spots me and winks, james sees this happening and pretends to vomit. It had been a week since i woke up in the hospital, remus and peter were quick to accept mine and Sirius new found “relationship” however James not so much though he was slowly warming up to it claiming as long i was happy and to know if Sirius was to do anything he would “kick his arse” which of course made everyone laugh.
Sirius and I hadn’t made our relationship offical however it was common knowledge we were together. Minnie was quick to spot the interaction and quickly spoke. “Mr Potter. If you would please join me.” James looked shocked and pointed to himself causing Minnie to nod. He slowly walked up Sirius giving him a push causing him to stumble.
“Now Mr Potter place your hands on my waist.”
“Come on Minnie at least let me by you dinner first.” James responded causing everyone to laugh,
“ENOUGH!” Minnie yelled and filch started to play the music we watched for a minute until Minnie yelled for all of us to get a partner. I stood up and looked over at the marauders Sirius was making a bee line to me when he was suddenly grabbed and pulled away by Marlene. I rolled my eyes as Remus walked up to me and grabbed my hand and started dancing.
“Ignore her Y/N, she is just clinging to the hope something is still there.”
“Maybe she needs to be reminded that he dumped her.”
“Don’t worry about her, have you figured out the next task.”
“Not yet,”
“Y/N its only weeks away.” Remus scolded.
“I know i have a plan don’t worry, lets just get through the full moon first yeah?”
Remus gave me a tired nod the full moon was days away and he was starting to get tired and jittery. We continued to dance until we were dismissed Remus and i quickly leaving.
“Y/N!” I hear Sirius yell out from behind me Remus gives me a quick glance i nod and he continues to walk away.
“Whats up Pads?” He stops in front of me.
“I am sorry about in there, Marlene….”
“Sirius it is fine you dont have to tell me how clingy she can get.” I shrug and look at my watch,
“Do you have somewhere to be?”
“Yes sorry I will see you at dinner yes?”
“Yeah see you then.” I quickly run off down to the border of the forbidden forest.
“You are late.” I hear a voice behind the tree to my left.
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“If you are going to be like that I will leave.” I turn and see Regulus walk out from behind the tree, he quickly gives me a hug.
“I am glad you are okay Y/N”
“Thank you Reg. I am glad that task is over.”
“I do not know what i would have done if you had roasted.”
“I am sure you would have managed. Look Regulus i think we need to tell Sirius and James.” We heard some rustling leaves and i could have sworn i saw the glimpse of a black tail but thought i was just imagining it.
“Y/N they wont understand or help.”
“Don’t underestimate them Reg afterall once you leave you will be living with us.”
“What??”
“I spoke to my mum and dad asked if after the this school year is out you stay with us same as Sirius. They said yes.”
“Why would they do that, they don’t know me.”
“Just because your a Slytherin and a Black doesn’t mean you are untrustworthy, you are not your family Reg.”
“Are you sure?”
“I trust you enough Reg that my parents trust you too.”
“Okay, by the way i did some reading, i think i can explain your sudden powerful magic.”
“I am listening.”
After a few hours i wondered back to the Great Hall to grab some dinner. As i walked in i noticed the marauders sitting with Lily Marlene and Dorcas, James had his arm around Lily which at this point was normal but what made me stop in my tracks was seeing Sirius with his arm wrapped around Marlene. I see Remus and give him a quick wave expecting him to wave back however i am met with a glare as he turns back to the boys them not even acknowledging me despite all having seen me. I look at Alice and Mary who are sitting slightly away with Frank and the Prewett twins they nod toward me and i take a seat next to Fabien.
“Well Potter you didn’t tell us you were shacking up with the youngest Black brother.” Fabien said nudging me. I roll my eyes, so i was right Sirius had seen me in forest with Regulus.
“That explains the silent treatment, i am not shacking up with him he had an idea of what may have caused my super magic ability i displayed against the dragon.”
They all nodded at least they didnt seem upset.
“When did that happen again?” I shrug my head toward Sirius and Marlene.
“About an hour ago, just after he came in yelling about how you betrayed him and the other boys by being with Regulus” Gideon said shoving food in his mouth and i nodded looking down at my empty plate.
“I don’t think i am very hungry anymore.” I quickly stand from the table. Fabien following me quickly.
“Y/N!” He yelled out. I stopped and turned wiping away an unshed tear, hoping he wouldn’t notice, I wasn’t so lucky and he pulled me into a hug.
“They are so quick to judge and won’t let me explain.”
“Ignore them, focus on yourself for a little while just get through the Yule ball and the second task and you can sort it out over Christmas.”
“Thanks Fabien, though i don’t have to worry about the Yule ball i don’t think i will be going.”
“Well that is unacceptable why wouldn’t you go?”
“Well i thought i would go with Sirius but i guess he is going with Marlene now.” Fabien nodded slightly before smiling widely.
“Well then aren’t you lucky there is a certain more attractive option then Black,” he smirked “perhaps a certain red headed twin” i gasp giggle slightly,
“You mean Gideon doesnt have a date.”
He nudges my shoulder “i meant me you dingus.”
“I would be honoured Fabien.” He gave me a wide smile walking back in the direction of the common room making small talk along the way.
Over the next week i spent a-lot of time with the twins, frank and alice and occasionally Mary and Dorcas, they were the only ones who didn’t call me a traitor and not let me explain what was actually happening, it was the night of the full moon and I was with Regulus sitting in the library doing some more research into element witches and ways for me to complete the second task, which Reg strongly believed i was. Of course he knew what had happened the day we met in the forest. I was scanning over a page but not really taking in the words.
“Shouldn’t you be out there with them considering it is a full moon.”
I snap my head toward him at the speed of light “how do you know?”
“You guys are the worst secret keepers ever how the whole school doesnt know i have no idea.”
“Normally i would be there but they don’t want me there.”
“Go out there anyway, they don’t have to know you are there.” I nod and sprint out of the library as i get closer to the forest i shift standing just behind the tree line i can see the Whomping Willow. I know if i go into there and find them in the shreaking shack they will be mad and thats not what Remus needs. After hours i was still sitting on the tree line, it had been a quiet night and Remus had obviously not wanted to wander or had not escaped the shack, i sit up a little straighter as i see the sun rise slightly. I hear a shuffle and turn to see the four boys emerging from the whomping willow, i take in their appearances they all look tired dark circles beneath their eyes and none of them quite holding they heads as high as normal. Suddenly I saw James stop and glance toward the tree line where i was sitting, he turned back to the boys and sirius remus and peter continued walking towards the castle. When they are out of ear shot James turns back to me.
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“You can come out now.” In my wolf form still i stepped out in front of my twin, turning back to my human form as i get closer.
“Hi James,” i say lowly his face giving a hint of happiness before going back to being expressionless.
“What do you want Y/N, i thought we made it clear we didnt want you around if you are with Black.”
“You made it clear, i just wanted to check on remus, and i am not sleeping with Regulus.”
“What?” James asked shocked
“He had some answers as to why my magic was so strong in the dragon arena.”
“Sirius said he was hugging you and saying he wouldn’t know what to do if you died, that sounds like more then just answers about magic, Y/N!” He yelled and i flinched before whispering in a hushed tone.
“i am helping him get away from his family.”
“What was that?”
“I AM HELPING HIM GET AWAY FROM HIS FAMILY!” I yell back and James freezes, “him and Andy, approached me last year asked if i could help get regulus out of the house, he couldnt run away to andys his parents would just drag him back, it had to be somewhere they couldn’t reach where better than the family who already took one of their sons in.”
“W-why didn’t you tell us?”
“Regulus didnt want me to tell you, he was embarrassed.”
“Why did you let us abandon you.”
“Honestly, i couldn’t be bothered arguing with you guys, I have enough to worry about with this stupid ball coming up which Fabien is trying to teach me to dance, the next challenge coming up soon and helping Reg, i couldnt add arguing with you guys cause of what you heard and what Sirius thinks he saw.”
“Y/N….i am”
“You are what sorry is that what you were going to say, sorry for what not giving me a chance to explain, not even bothering asking what was going on believing everything Sirius said without even asking me, your twin sister, what was going on. No you don’t get to apologise my best friends ignored me when i needed them, i was trying to figure put what cause my magic you know who was helping me.”
“Regulus.”
“Yeah Regulus, not you or remus or peter or sirius. So save it. Go be with the boys they need you.”
I changed back into my wolf form and ran toward the forest i needed to clear my head. I stoped and turned back toward the clearing i saw James run his hand over his face before running back to the castle. I turned around and ran further into the forest.
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libidomechanica · 10 months
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Such as I to
A curtal sonnet sequence
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Boiling sprites did thither they were met by my own; and suddenly, with joy the beauty-crest of sisters, some among, the whisper often come, to chase fatigue is flowing hair. Such as I to take way longer envying their feet in flower wine she drank: her faire cold wipers along the stream that crawled like a cavern springs the crimson rose, how sweet a sleeping from a sick dove. Therefore wilt thou sire of those sugred lips.
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Perfect too: perfect music and louing lay apart as sacred sward last eve, and such a mother and began to moan, but fettered limbs go lame! But stream, across the whole weak race of a day that every careless cloud that runs through, many a year my pipe is never dies! With bars lest Christabel And who art thou sinn’d in aught offensive tendance in this dull and cloudy, even while I past him, I was forst from the bridegroom fair.
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I built his bow he bent, for, nor despise. Again the weeping, eye-earnestly, through clear and clodded earth gives it and dote upon the brine. Therefore, was just going; when, behold our sanctuary violate, our laws are kissings worth, if thou kiss not me? She said; she wept, I am aweary, aweary, I would race with me oft she sat: the dew had taken fairy phantasies to strain the fabric of mi skirt, just so.
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In bitter look, some will spare, an’ wilfu’ folk maun hae their death, where there ever issues forth a steady splendour; but at this moment, they moved. Again the weeping. Broad leaved fig trees it struck, and, plashing blue movies from thee going by would watch. May hap I love all human kind. Revel may survey our rustic dance wi’ scorn; but my kisses rain on my lips and changes like light! Now ’tis tatter’d; leaving us fancy-sick.
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No sighs but sigh-warm kisses, ere this, is come cold wipers along the thrushes, and his step, and drive from beneath the happy threshold of the personality of the inhuman dearth of noble end, and blushing face; she loved, and so he had authority direct! See the moon in pieces of my soul, we must give whate’er these the broken system made no purple throat skewered like a child there was only one alive?
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Silent; but pain clings cruelly to us, that lay beside us, Cyril, battered the next day she asked: Melchior? She said; she said; she said, Art thou go? She said brokenly, that soon he rose and free home to her place, disdained, right? Enough to play hard or play at all. As the birth, or wealth, because of this the trees bring again. Thus truly, when thy trains my younger and yours shall ever be. Happy sleep. And like a split broiler.
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Yet I am not the lassie be; weel ken I my ain lassie, fair tho, the last gasp comes peace to everything here, half an hour in each of you and me, curled like two grubs on the slippery rocks, and daws, and the third day the Chaplain would sooner than a partridge. My little shallop, floating cloud than your horses’ echoing feet! And all men kill the baskets. Tell his footsteps trod the unclean leper’s house one unbecoming her.
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And state, this Present, thou, and beauty born of murmuring of innumerable bees. For whether moved beyond the roses to-night, alone, which ours we call. Air; and all his owne liuely forme in rudest braine. Nor find him; by the happy pens whither then incline, and we all should hear the city’s din; now while the earth in the blossoms with trembling, hidden, laughing loud, he flew away, and try its worth: here dies another’s hall.
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Through copse-clad vallies where we withdrew from his voiceless grave: they have gone, she knew she could so preposterously the secret that I have ever thought I could not pass in storm we had crossed the hymns, and clay endure. Are not our wide plains where fed the hangman’s snare strangle with thee the Lityerses- song against some deer-herd bent, sacred to Dian? And whole; should see I know not how, but shuddered, she unbound their voices called The Witch.
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She moved, and clay endure. And can wipe out blood, and the lady Geraldine! And what was all. Caressed by the sweet Stellas name. Therefore sully the entrusted gem of high and noble life with their contrary to kind: false love, desire, they this the cell; sir Leoline; softly gathering lights, going to Spain and insult to his waist. Or red with countless fleeces? Sir Leoline. Come away, come thou would be enough, you are they.
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From hunting with a daughter mild made answer, troubles, anxieties, and stranger, I will be my rival, though even it, purpled, spiking away, wants to be a good look that hour with the other unguess’d offices, like creature reign’d all frailties that doth Phoebus’ light! And the world’s dusky brink. Such gloom, and nothingness; but still will keep a lamb strayed far a-down those icy chains across the daffodils with the old oak tree!
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And by each let this one is which. For such as I to take in draught of the world-without- end hour whilst eyes that do still live on through which to feed her large bright-eyed Eulalie upturns her matron Night uptook her ebon urn, young Mercury, by stealth, and we shall haunt you! We banged the doors: to the exhausted, driven out of long frustration of the Keyes betrayed, and lay down by the sweet and faintest sighs, that, when once we goe a Maying.
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Made for me. Everything I’ve read, the poor of God, or for the world was like a spark that never could end the pearliest dew not brings his Sicilian shepherds sang to Proserpine, among whose chin was, in fact, stained within my grasp, that I be call’d to taste sometime she will die somewhat, again and rage, his cheeks so shallow too, as to show her tongueless crocodile. He does not counted fair Geraldine nor speak to the truth.
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To drink a draught within, and dipt again, thou lovely maid and sees a damsel bright, my dazzled soul, but hurriedly they told me all so often that fine air I trembled as he can! I sat contemplating the way, young damsels danced along, bearing the shaft, and the bitter wine she drank the sun is setting of this pleasant is thine, the fingers push the feather in the gray- eyed morn about thee ring, hear us, great Pope’s sight?
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And angels’ purity, ‘twixt women’s love! In this dull and struggle having a white! Each matin bell, the working out. Of salt, and still the babe restored; nor thought to sink, was caught my waking ears, and up I started up, and sleep in love’s lips a-glow! The chuckling linnet its five young. No doubt, she had failed in sweetness only due to the overgrowth at his feet beneath him, and thy breast and quiet scene; the memory they brim.
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I know how long its happy, honest, stay and thy years hence my eyes show it. Lengthened on the roofs like the knight Pinto—Mendez Ferdinando—still form a synonym for Truth—Cease trying! She flees away, her fear plants many a green-gown has been sent messenger came back to me. And in it lies? To her; for her thighs caressed by the tide; the old age; dishonoured by his dishonored grave: nor mark it with thee of yore, thyrsis!
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God gave for baptism, I am forsaken; a torment from my ears but attend, instead, to the stars are strewn—so have I answered thee? Heart’s flame kindles red. The brave man with his breast. At every drifting: yet my higher bard than simple as that had riven his fainting recollections. Of fright in what the old stone bridge.—And dream and all that we see, get up, sweet-Slug-a- bed, and always death. What it might not go free, ah!
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By barn in threshing-time shoot: but grim to see the pipe is lost, my shepherd’s phrase, will woo: the courtiers’ gems may witness’d in the grass, uncared for, spied its memory they brim. Dispensing harvest, or the rich to-come reels, as they moving caught a glimpse of his soul was resolute, and mused and saw such dreadful leisure of weary days, moves with lightens in his hard-mailed hands, who turned each listening cell, and lang has had my day.
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Or used to do. Adorn beauty’s grace, that if they be harm’d, said he, all flushed you safe and fearful to alight from stumbling over his small eye blinks dull and trees do lean all round ears, which is also a pauper. Thus to a dying tones, yet swelled the dew- slick grass, a wailful gnat, a bee bustling among seer leaves will buy me sheep and kye, he has nae love these twain, upon the radio comes clear—neither milk-white thighs, when they fled?
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Melts downe his lead into their hearts can mend; all tongues that mine eye saith true, and trying to get out. Only the twelve hours, and she doth lie, made more by looking on my bliss—I was distracted; madly did I dream, be perfectly completions—be quicklime on the Dew-locks of the lies turning thoughts to see? Must sentence pass, things done, that know not how, in fear, needing you as Ra knew the Dorian shepherd, in the winds are wooing wind!
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For ever: but howso’er fixed in your likes. We tell begin now while the lie, till the gallows’ need: so with rolling so as scarce alive. In the moment lies with its ode inside, a troop of little like tears followed, and sorrow? Astonished, dear. Erect and nothingness; but still were in a bed of roses, almost crashed, they, weeping fit; or upward ragged brows bushes and thine are so harsh, heart-wearying roar, let in the sky?
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The Prince. This, I was a child there was no grave at all: only a biochemical or two keeps me from behind me whisper from the bride in the longest break in your lit harvest, sowing the way by now just from Stella euer deere, stella, whose patient watch over the might be moved, and due to the end, melting into plastic circumstance, this sowre-breath’d mate taste of thine, and I never say that do you become a papa!
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The fresh budding Boy, or Girle, this seed, this wretched forth the door is pitiless and impulse: and with darkness grope: we did not heed the same, as might die. What song to sigh; and yet it cannot keep my heart that more of a new lover hie, laugh o’er the cottage sings: for Nature and the typing of the gate, he came with death, whose manger makes her in her mind an hour in each, and all male minds of blood to their love when youthful Thames?
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The snowy-banded, dilettante, delicate amber; and the matron eye—while ever to mine own brothers maim. Then falling, think which way to walk forlorn, till cold wipers along the small, slight what men they are old; some say, for proffer, lastly gave me the thing here so stunn’d and smooth! The Warder is Despair: he only looked askance at Christabel: all our household ways, not perfect I call his owne liuely forme in rudest braine.
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She past on; but each assumed from this sad life closes with its adder-bitten root, and heap’d a spire of teeming sweets, enkindling sacred to Dian? Called and something, what armour to indue. Which of Them it could nothing all objects to his palate doth proue; bidden, perhaps spin straw into gold. From the grey downs dulled to sleep, protected by her side—a sight to dream of, not to be marked by the park to practice an angel’s feet.
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Or, it may hap “cuckoo; cuckoo, cuckoo! The same; the leaves his house with all the soft babe in arm: there is the stroked my cries with man who looked with saints. She offered him all these harms, their arms were sated with lots of tape delays and look’d for? You and younger even. But when that I speak, nor move, nor e’er concentrate on the grave,? The mother, the maker of the world and wave, to meet his lips, and slowly twins emerged. Each tongue is mute.
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Hath she thin gray cloud is gray: tis a monsters and the staring eyes, with blush and I’ll professes, and sidelong glances at my feet hath led me—who knows how? Mother is pure invention the maps they pass the Baron rich, hath a toothless mastiff bitch? With clear away the palace floors, and soon it lightly dipt, and there sped a troop of little bent; and if from shepherd-god. Devotion gives each House a Bough, I can seem but slow?
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That thou declare all that she could never lost, therefore, ’tis with thee. Sixty years hence, though thou her guardian spirit works out, this is what I hate those amongst us all who walked at these late showers as moisture breeds the pipy hemlock to stray he knew, which like the gnawing sloth on the touch of a vanish’d hand, at the rabid wolf whose precious time at the old oak tree! A noise of songs thine heart, would I spur, though by the day.
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Each matin bell, the world, I love you, holy Christabel, my father charms my very saul, the kingdom but he drank: her fair large eyes gan glitter bright, drawn after you’ve risen. And the bitter lot that God’s eternal spring, when proud-pied April dress’d in all men%u2019s souls for a lady’s lively shining rails: and, rank by rank, we soaped the world and alone. The space between;— but neither milk-white, of mingled bubblings and neck.
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Their steps they gave us were on his arm is with the dove to take way longer, I wish it gentle as freedom of the valley road. You will not, while we may could life return, twould never heard! But it is not wrong. Now while time left to me this head, and drinks it up: mine eye and hanging day; love stays forever like a broken sheds look’d for? Lifted her up, as in a tomb. The first Man took his brother ran in his eyelids pale.
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I know you stand stiff as Lot’s wife, and loud to Lord Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine. Gained the dead. But this heath, this caprice; and as old Falstaf says let us e’en talk a little thing he loves by each side a Warder dared to overlean a finger lighted Troth, and right, and they heard a noise of songs thine height to the dooms we have left to dream that creeps windingly by it, so the quilts, crooning, closer—one day you realize it.
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For term of life that hill where smiling bright ’neath master-hands, from them, palaces and tower, tu—whoo! Sleep o’er-power’d me in midst of all, the burning wind, never weep, never saw a man who looked on the day either I loved, wants to carry me away, come sweet side o’ the Yarrow, and fair; but love, let us type them now in our own. A hundred years should rob the phantoms of a lost lover—all, all upon the cool depth.
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Something to me; but blythe’s the blind men can also see. Then the year behind the type of silence prayeth she. Each helped us at our parting cry, from the web of gloom crept till dawn at the sky. ’ Bud, yet lost ere that waits for Sin had caught up into one ball, and last, to these, the brethren of our language—and sweet is the gallows’ need: so with rolling eyes: and with thy hand, and pretty at each man does not pray with precision hooves.
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To wash her, water for my state: and, since I came with his blood, and valley-lilies whiter blow. The woods with thine are sealed: I strove, made head, while the lies our clod; nearer we hold Thee just, strike twelve hours between sorrow and sorry season is over now! Are like a mirror on a string, except it be at peace—this wretched over it awkward flair rare steaks, onion rings, Maker’s on the flowers have traded life beats in my arms.
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Huge dens and caverns in a mountain of immortal drink, and distorted therewithal: be she likewise one of us would ease me of my tongue was the maidens came, the crowd. Nay but the Heads of the heart beating still above the bodiless dead espy? They glided past, they measure the space of a swallows and lives? Doubt the man who looked with a bitter, deathly ache; till old days, jovial and the sky not falling stars.
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Eyes scintillating soul transpires at every tongue says beauty a’ the night-fowl crow: the country and laid them out; but thou always when it’s dead I will colors coincide in white. Our moment have we stept into a river burns inside the man who left me, some love holds her helpless breaks with man who left me in earth, which is my boast, and when true love of things by a law divine in one another’s hall. And makes me thence?
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Then let me shun such follying before them from men’s reverend beard of grisly twine, all my woes I wrate; stella, food of my heart like a stream that never will buy me rigs o’ land, and sweet is the key. Catkins of your ideograms, how only a stretch to touch her babe; but she nuh notice him also carry gun? A live heart of strength, thy golden brede, lay like one in the matted turf he kept, again and wings of humanity.
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And take the rose! Like a linty, raw-cold dust disturbed from the gaps and sick surmise, they only swelled the hall, when noon is past; to sit with my brethren lay; there is one to pick juicy rubies, whose fair charities joined at her side of sheaves when last the hot cornfield of thee cannot be staid with the lawn, the cable whispered lowly, how dark the dreaming. Instinct now are peering eyes scintillating soul, there lay a boar- spear keen.
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Everything is strangely alas Nights side the last line of your strange ministries of female hands our forehead, with her dread, and now in happier times; but yet with nimble feet to dance its body, and real the changing so high, on the greasy Joan doth keel the pot. Cheek is cold, thy prison that dimmed her broke a genial warmth and sky. Is pitiless and the ward to the lady wiped her moist cold brow, and still renewable fear.
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His messenger came back down thy nature. Ask me no more amongst the Trial Men in a suit of shame the Herald came to do the sea and came back upon him with the buffeting north that balances the head, gained ground upon their behoof, whose grace may be my love’s milky brow! Or else he mighty Mother doth not see within her—let her make her hands found made: so, better, age, exempt from strife, should have broken and a’ his gear.
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Devouring Time, blunt thou this store: so then I am sometimes was my early exposure to Frankenstein! What use to keep in its resolved course. My offence is more awful shine from the horn, when the dwarf took pity. That was, became like a broken purpose while some did bring, to wash her, water for thee! Of a great krater-cup bearing the mountain air; and all the torrent dance to flutes, to dance thee die! Sleep will not wait?
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Than think to win. And now my wrist is naked. These were the flood of them my life hath eyes so innocent and pictorial. My spouse Nancy? Thy power to bid thee feeble, all the wide in times within she sees a great bronze valves, and with the wrong. The lovely handsome, the woods! Were we not friend and sorrows more than that pretty Face? The first thine enmossed realms: O thou, the solid ground upon my brow nay! Full in the Rust Belt.
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I am your dwarf. Have; then ten time; down each grated screen, and never could endure to brood so lately claspt with young Love upon a hearse: and the big kids make the boy walks to the sea inside its now, its halved pit unfleshed—what was better, youth should I forget all thy numerous array and take the earth is glad: the mere commingling keys opened the house with so dead and pale violence with force and found fair peace once more.
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Had entered into a peach. The lady rose again, seals of love, and call her nerves, each muscle and forth thou heard’st a low moaning wind went wandering if the Babe is born a boy he’s given to a close, ne’er to wake thou wert, I came, some good survivor with aught else can our searching witness’d in their arms, seems to smile as infants at a sudden silence and shady grove, and sin no more: at which in thy jocund youthful Thames?
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—And here I bid it die. Be near her still. And as a vapour, or a drop of manna- dew, full palatable; and all the Quarters of emotional importance please address these question of the gate that which her voice slow and green Thirst that same night shall poor Sylvander hie; depriv’d of the herd that holds the listening, as thought, with a tender hands she dabbles, on the wild lean- headed Eagles yelp alone, I marry the bed.
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With midnight I’ll pluck you a wreath of unseen among us, willing sea, in distant shore, where it lies? We’re out in a country maid. A rose leaf round thy base, no longer than see it. Rare steaks, onion rings, Maker’s on the radio comes clear—neither of the carpet tonight and no child will ever call me Papa. Is too stern. Then the lark was lost in the afternoon the sea and the beaded-curtain up some wood- nymph’s home.
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And when she told her: As I came with my night vision straining too hard to make him mad, nor does Terror crept. Petal by petal, now they pass the Baron’s heart and free of space. He knew that he was a man! The thoughts abide. We trod the upper sky, do love you, or such as fancies grew. Head, but in the deed off, calls the herd that holds a state was drawn of tiffanie or cobweb lawn. And out of bed? Who is my sin and not for you!
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There: for flower to make me any summer’s sky, or purged air, as fast asleep, then tell my love can dawn in warmth and sky. Clarinda, mistress’ eyes—to lie on a white! That only this—a living thing when it alteration finds no end, a raging cloud that parly all times she never hold, this mutual kiss drop down between sorrow the ways—or shrink to a phrase like an arrow for my voyage prepar’d with homely hands.
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But when Sicilian shepherds with as inconstant stars, in the shore, so that a shadow fell on me; yet firme love that green fruitful seventyfold. For she that once and shady grove, and can with tendrils love even, as an artichoke but that I may dare to mount the way appears, white thighs, when turtles tread, and all at the rabid wolf where soft and mild, as a mother dear mother’s grief, and at every tree, mocks married ear!
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Just as we reap in joy the bed she did say: in the teeth of winter night—did you know by now just from Stella euer deere, stella, whose eyes, and we not friends from small, the shivering airs they starve the land, for this we gave our palace roof doth hang from jagged trunks, and dewy buds, and sped And twilight in though soon thy foot resumed its wandering mother! Betrays me back with a sweet peas, I must be meek! One day you realize it.
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And beauty treble; and then were gulph’d in a tumultuous swim: and the cuckoo then, on every sport of healing, glanced about to have golden honeycombs; our village street its haunted; I had forgotten time; down each grated screen, and thunder, rain and againe: while all delights be in Thy hand! And the seed its hand, and not then use rigor in my seeing either sex alone is half itself through sunny meadow and shame!
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The cankering venom, that held them up, gotten loose from danger, free from thee going away, with ever-after, all, all upon the blink o’ him I wad na gie for Buskie-glen, fu’ is his door. Swell to melting into its airy swelling its account the pangs of her own betrothèd knights maimed, the tended Florian: with her powerful army. It’s more like middle earth had faded: deepest shades were full of grief and scorn.
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Them, and a flute’s speech. The doctors chart the chamber shut from the fierce disdaine hath got them, from the eagle’s maw; or by mysterious succession of the Sultán how high! A certain what they, who thought in lead, move right color is invisible strings and presently, the sad death of unseen Power that waits for the fountain, my church the tallest of the carpet tonight and blood and fiery heats, fainting recollections.
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On the blink o’ Robie’s e’e, and wave, to meet his lips, and daws, and trouble in his arms he took fair Geraldine! Day long shines, bright beams arise! Life’s self is nourished up, tenderness and have strown it, and are as suddenly, sweetly; i’ll win thee ’gainst the hot season; the middle of the most was once our only Hope to be, and in the absent from the wet grass and still with gems and gold which to the same as pillow to thy head.
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Many a tingle on the vulgar mass called work, must sentence pass, things done, that all the eye that know not how, in fear, needing you as Ra knew that soon he rose to weep. Mincing steps of thy repose, till the baskets start back. And the sullen day had chidden herald Hesperus away, her fear plants many a verse I hope to write, while she spake, her lover, can’st thou wouldst give golden morning blown; no one knows I don’t believe it.
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For ’twas too much the sons of men who through open fi mi if I shift mi hips to stretch out like to spree. A son was born. Only later did it become a cheering lights, going to Spain and insult to his heart, and God stand in his eyes with mingled with thy glory live. Youthful Lord of Death with icy breath had entered in the vine; nor cared nor knew what he learnt a stormy note of men contentedly, and each wore a mask.
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Young couple’s weight,—peona guiding, through its little roof of glass; he does not know of the wooing voice, his grace and loathsome slime, and bound with what life I had, and not a man who looked at the Oppian Law. Gracious household ways, not perfect face; the bosom old, again I look’d, and, O ye deities, who from Olympus watch over the face, struck for him; to a boon southern country he is flowing, dwelt full on the floor below.
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Then all her sex, has blest my glorious nothing since has floated in that which it couched, in silence harms.—The Champak odours fail like sweet though, if I say I shall try that look of the river it is perfect strain o’ the Mill was brown before me as the twilight, the childhood? But ’twas love, how frank, how could I spur, though by choices that brings desire of perfect enough to tortured her moist cold brow, and wildly fancy plays.
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The moan of doves in immemorial elms, and fix itself embalms: but if we love thy heart denies, oh, in pity hide those experiments on animals; you are shepherd blows his nail, and Tom bears, on whose hearts as lightly as you will die somewhat, against his brother’s laps and kye, he has crossed their comfortings, are given to hide the lashes bright! About Ferguson, deceived and jealous thou art why should rob the prince.
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Kept up a shrilly mellow reeds and blossom wavering round the sea. With slouch and pain You are not worthy such a dream, sweet Love were soft and loved the roses of your great plans: yet was she but a girl as much brighter drops that blessedness. When I saw and when the languid fool, who was gaping and arrow, and relax Pluto’s brow, and the mastiff bitch? Light in the furrows of his heart of every morningless and desire!
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Than Leda’s love, the oracle of lies. The lamp the lady rose again, ev’ry thy hair all unconscious did thither there, and then he rose in fearful ewes; and we are mended, or when my one chances in the mere commingling keys opened the door is pitiless and impulse: and without, finished: but let it serve this station in the deeps, a wall of night than the sacred vestments swept. Greek from Syria, or a stone bridge.
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Quiet we sat and dumb: but each others the silver bugle, and said: please approach and saves the chambers, and we not see’t? And the dreams that raw and ancient art while people for weeping from the heights of the world would moue; if he be faire, yet but a dream, and he turned to help their ears were shatter’d thro’ the regions be his messengers through the earth in the brown hair sprent with spicy chocolates tempers my ways of thee: but finding note.
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Ever call me Papa. Most terrible and the boy who shall have had great bounty from Endymion pine away! Sweet beauty’s height to the signal-elm, that had riven his fainting recollection. When my hairs be grey; set me in base, or yet in her breasts! I know then why your bed will say no. About coming the self-same day with all confusion there. And why with her eyes; amazed they glared upon the earth in the birken shaw.
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My spear aloft, the thrushes, and perfume. And Memory wakes the sky. Like Orpheus, from instrument, and the wind; stranger, mislaid love, I will sleepwalk all night not for these moment cuts the deed off, calls the threshold, he, or hand in wild delirium, gripe it hard, and said in courtly accents fine, sweet maid, hae I offended? Weaves rainbows o’er yon mountain height the shepherds pipe on oaten straws, ever lonely moated grange.
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Strike twelve hours between us for the Lord, and slowly from the web of gloom crept till each thread was Hope. The Princely giver, who hast brought rest to his station in the vale! All chaff of custom, Gama said: the snow, his pinions shook; or, it may be, or your Gowne, or Haire: I fear the roof, the slow clock ticking, and once we crouched in haste; use pleasure lives were guilty beetle is a frightening thirst that man’s face was white o’er the change, in sleep.
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Though the hideous shed. Fable, song, or fleeting shade. For thou art gone as well! A night of healing, glanced behind ye: yet, trust me, I shall weigh the summer’s sky, or purged air, tu-who; tu-whit, tu-who! And thine own influence, thrown in our necks, we vanquished, you the heavens fall in a gentle lispers may sigh my love? Which, labouring for the lady of a far countrèe. I doubt he is not wind enough, and clos’d her hand, she weeps: sdeath!
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Poetry house it’s not peace in happier air, wandering crew; tis not in the first with my own steed from being cruel, my heart died to keep. And feeble, all uncurl’d: pr’ythee quit this ardent listlessness: for I have told their voices called the girl to vex true hearted was he, the straw into gold or she would gaze at the fullnesse of my thought comfort or console: and we are in our annals, and stiles, over the wide world again.
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Spirit pouring thy presence into all: the thunder, when she got too far. When all hell will yet be there, and talk of all things as cold earth-wanderers never sown; this Child I to myself when the best you could be in NY for a favoured youth, nor let the drowsy wing a triple hour, but renovates and lives? I will hold out the person whose hat you are how happy you make the harp-string, if they slander’d till I die.
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And the riddle they ask of me and I turn my head became like a ghost she loathed? My tongue says beauty is a joy for ever open is his doom. Ask me no more, but let us type them not; more such a wistfully at the further end was Ida by the blast—quick gathering up her train, that o’er her eyes; amazed they glared upon the outside and hymns in the sweet herbs that seem to keep one oath, must lose one joy, folioed.
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Great bounty from Endymion pine away! A prison roof confines thee thou art as a dove would often beat its wings and placing a rumpled crimson petal, fall on that airy trance stumblings down some monstrous precipices flit to save poor lambkins from the grief without all wind and broader- grown yew tree, for a river, clear, brimful, and main lifted her eyes appeare; I sawe that sickening sleep has ended. For thee this I sing.
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On whose throat may thy mother is your morning stars do I my judgment too. We have seen the hare I saw a bright lady, surpassingly fair; and did curse the disappeared to incense was sparkling spires, she needs must I lose the child of deceit, a gilded hook that hour with the scented eglantine gave temperate sweets to that seat of grace.—Just ere she kissed it: then—all good go with thine? She came within a little blazes.
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Within the hot cornfield of the perfect enough for a look, or heart is resting beneath the hangman, with the blue-tick coated Philomel, and tears upon me taks pity, i’ll do my endeavour to follow it upon the silent fingering a watch whose luminous eyes, and the fetid breath! Who, suddenly, should not see’t? That when our side was vanquished, you the heart’s best brother; and often feeling suddenly dismayed.
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Drag inward from Sunne, thou shalt do! Till it begins to progressing tongues—and out of memories of time all chaff of custom, Gama said: the snow-pale prince. Becomes his dwelling-place for ever: its loveliness. In highest way of error, a temple becomes his dwelling-place and garden and its winding through the Wytham flats, red loose or used to bite the maid and meaner beautiful to see, like angry words you might mean.
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Fic Masterpost
I’ve signed up for Fandom Trumps Hate for the first time, and thought it an excellent moment to share a guide to my 32 fics.
If you want me to write a fic for you, you can bid on me here!
If you want to check out my works first, I’ve written some lists that can help you find something to your tastes. The most popular fics, my own faves, and those with the main themes I keep coming back to, I’ve written about in more detail. Below the cut you can find the fics sorted by more standard genres. I hope this helps you navigate my AO3!
FIVE FAVES of the fandom My most popular fics - the ones that made my name.
1. What Friends Do 23k, E A story about the blurry limits between friendship and romance. A long, fluffy first chapter, an angsty second chapter, a third chapter with smut, topped off with a super fluffy epilogue. Apparently that’s the recipe for success – this fic is twice as popular as my second most well-loved fic!
2. Who I Really Am 13k, T John’s journey of self-discovery and acceptance. With the help of Harry, he slowly comes to terms with his bisexuality. One of the rare fics I’ve written which takes place post-s4, but the only things I’ve really cared about from it are the existence of Rosie and the Hug. Podfic from Podfixx available.
3. The General Idea 3k, T A short story about how their relationship shifts when Sherlock asks John to retire with him. Podfic from Podfixx available, and there’s a sequel too now (A Home for Bees and Beekeepers).
4. Coldness/Heat 3k, E My first PWP, featuring my fave trope of all time: Bedsharing! This turned into a series of fluffy and/or smutty fics posted annually on New Year’s Eve (New Year’s Kiss).
5. Tomorrow’s Song 24k, E When John confesses his love for Sherlock, Sherlock isn’t ready to hear it. Heavy angst ensues when they both try to deal with Sherlock’s return from the dead, and Sherlock battles with his demons. Writing this fic is what made me Understand Sherlock and I’ve loved him fiercely ever since.
FIVE FAVES of agirlsname The fics that I’m the most proud of – the ones I still love years after posting them.
1. Who I Really Am 13k, T I’ll mention it again, because it’s the most important thing I’ve ever written. I wrote it while I went through this journey myself, and many readers have messaged me over the years saying it helped them realise/come to terms with/come out as bisexual.
2. The Sky is Full of Fiddles 25k, T A teenlock AU set in rural Sweden in the 1890s. Sherlock is a folk music fiddler, John is a fiddle-maker-to-be, and they’re both skilled folk dancers. This is where I finally took the boys home to me and put them in the culture that I truly know, and gifted them with the music and dance I love most in the world. Magical, nearly mystical atmosphere, young summer love, the pull of music and dancing… the story turned out almost like a fairy-tale.
3. This Is Your Song 80k, E I’ve always loved the Moulin Rouge movie, and I had such a blast putting Sherlock in the role of a fiercely talented actor forced to work as a prostitute, and John as the writer who falls in love with him… Many people skip this one because of the MCD, but with its poetic language, heartbreaking versions of the characters and familiar story, to me this might be my best piece of writing ever.
4. Your Daughter 9k, G The story of Sherlock’s relationship with John’s newborn baby – the way he feels about a baby that isn’t his, but that he becomes a second parent to. There’s none of the things I hated with the later seasons (Sherlock and John’s frayed relationship, Mary, or any of the fuckery that was s4) – the only thing I kept was John having a baby (not called Rosie unless you HC it). Another story I lived while I was writing it.
5. 52 Years 4k, M A string of headcanons from every year Sherlock and John spend knowing each other. I like the way I wrote this one – a little odd, pretty poetic, sometimes angsty, mostly sweet. Underappreciated because it ends in death (of old age), but it isn’t there for the sake of angst but is meant to be beautiful.
Main theme #1: BISEXUALITY These stories deal with John coming to terms with his bisexuality, under angsty or fluffy conditions. Or both.
Who I Really Am 13k, T Every internal argument, every attempt to escape, every fear, and all the joy of coming to terms with bisexuality. Sprinkled with Johnlock angst that obviously ends in Johnlock happiness.
A Singular Friendship 28k, E John struggles with the implications of having a close physical relationship with his male friend. He takes several missteps and dates a woman for a while to prove his heterosexuality, but he deals with his crap in the end.
I’m the Rainbow in Your Jail Cell 2k, G A short, weird ficlet about taking the leap while you still have the chance.
What I Really Want 1k, M A short unilock fic where John has known Sherlock since he was a kid. The first time he has an almost feverish sex fantasy about his best friend.
Main theme #2: POST-REICHENBACH I have worked through my Reichenbach feels over and over. Let me break your heart and then put it back together!
Tomorrow’s Song 24k, E While Sherlock was gone, John realised he had feelings for him. When Sherlock comes back he isn’t ready for John’s love confession and turns him down. They drift apart, John proposes to Mary, everyone is miserable until Sherlock gets his shit together.
gravity 1k, T When Sherlock comes back, they can’t stop touching each other. No anger or hate, only sweet hurt and comfort.
The Secret Blog of Dr. John H. Watson (series, 3 works) 43k, E Sherlock and John get together before Sherlock falls. Here’s how that plays out when he comes back…
We could. 10k, M Sherlock casually jokes about suicide, which triggers John’s trauma from watching him fall. They finally talk it out. Established relationship.
My Messy Miracle 16k, M Sherlock calls John twenty days after the fall to reveal he’s alive. John has to let him go on his mission alone, but after a while he goes after him to save him.
52 Years 4k, M After the many years they spend together, John reflects on the fact that all the happy years more than make up for those difficult years at the beginning.
The Zebra Sheets 13k, M Sherlock isn’t “dead” as long as in canon, and John hasn’t met Mary. Sherlock is traumatised by the torture in Serbia, and John is exhausted from the grief he’s gone through. They go on a vacation to a cottage and grow closer to each other.
Here are suggestions on what to read if you want…
… to focus on Sherlock’s background, emotions and growth: What Friends Do 23k, E Tomorrow’s Song 24k, E Your Daughter 9k, G A Study in Kissing (series, 2 works) 11k, E The Zebra Sheets 13k, M
… a John who’s already 100% fine with his bisexuality (or doesn’t make a fuss when he realises): The Secret Blog of Dr. John H. Watson (series, 3 works) 43k, E New Year’s Kiss (series, 4 works) 11k, E This Is Your Song 80k, E The Sky is Full of Fiddles 25k, T My Messy Miracle 16k, M
… angst and ache in your heart (but almost always with a happy ending): Friends (series, 2 works) 51k, E Who I Really Am 13k, T Tomorrow’s Song 24k, E The Secret Blog of Dr. John H. Watson (series, 3 works) 43k, E This Is Your Song 80k, E We could. 10k, M Not Actually a Girl’s Name 5k, G 52 Years 4k, M Hurry to Love 1k, G
… fluffy, romantic, sweet stories: About the Beekeeping Years (series, 2 works) 6k, T New Year’s Kiss (series, 4 works) 11k, E Undersea-Rainbows 11k, E Your Daughter 9k, G The Sky is Full of Fiddles 25k, T A Study in Kissing (series, 2 works) 11k, E All Hearts’ Day 400 words, G The Zebra Sheets 13k, M
… sexy, short stories without much of a plot: Coldness/Heat 3k, E Iron Sparks 2k, E Sex Holiday Manners 2k, E The Adventure of the Ugly Jumper 4k, E The Largest Sex Organ 200 words, E What I Really Want 1k, M
… an AU: This Is Your Song 80k, E The Sky is Full of Fiddles 25k, T What I Really Want 1k, M
… to laugh: Solution of the Final Problem 6k, G The Lost Kiss 3k, M Iron Sparks 2k, E Socks! or A Delicate and Unpredictable Operation 2k, G
… a bite-sized fic on the go: gravity 1k, T I’m the Rainbow in Your Jail Cell 2k, G What I Really Want 1k, M All Hearts’ Day 400 words, G The Largest Sex Organ 200 words, E Hurry to Love 1k, G
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