#onest beats

[josiahthegreat]

Twisted Metal (feat. Don Def)

#youtube #don def #onest #dirty city records #boston hip-hop #hip-hop #pilze beats #onest dcr #boston music scene

[ronmanmob]

Confess 🤐

Confessions Meme

"--Somefin' I should'a said bu'...didn't-"

Thoughtfulness came out as a slightly rightwards cant of the head and faintly furrowed brows. Next came a little glance about the shoppe he and Cory were sat in enjoying an early evening sup. It was past closing time, and the establishment was hers. No one else was here to hear them, but Ron glanced nonetheless. Like something in him made him have to. Then--

"This'll...This ain't a nice story, bu' i's long gone now, okay?" A couple of seconds were spent silent -- a purposeful pause to let the lady respond as she pleased. Then, following a quick wetting of the whistle sip of the cuppa he'd been nursing, Ron picked up the tale.

"My farvah's...a good 'alf th'reason I'd not lay violent 'ands on women. My own self's th'rest'a th'reason. It ain't done. Evah. Bu' from tha' man I learned th'bones'a tha' disdain 'n 'is b'cause I 'ad t'watch 'im beat my muvvah. Semi-regular, tha' was. 'N when I was..." Dark eyes rolled up to the ceiling as he guestimated, then found Cory again. "Abaht eight. When I was abaht eight 'ee took exception t'er again. At th'kitchen table, this time. Was me there, 'n bruvvah Reggie, 'n bruvvah Charlie, 'oo was oldah. Man bounced 'er 'ead off th'pine 'n Charlie was up tryin' t'elp 'er. T'stop 'im. Reggie too, bowf screamin' at 'im. Bowf gettin' an 'idin' for it too. Off 'im 'n off mum as well - f'interferin'..."

That last bit there looked like it left a bad taste to say.

"Bu' I jus' sat there....Too scared t'do nuffin' bu' watch."

That bit did too if Ron's newly pinched expression was anything to go by. He shook his head at the memory, went for his cuppa again to wash his mouth clean of having repeated the words that made it up. Then, after a breath was taken in and let free--

"Double th'age I was then though -- sixteen? Ol' man learned. F'got 'is lads was biggah than 'im by then. F'got I was in th'ouse when 'ee bloodied me mum's nose 'til I broke 'is 'n 'ad 'im against th'f'kin' wall..." Something horrendous took up brief residence in Ron's expression; the echo of the one his father had faced going on twenty years back. "--'N I told 'im th'God's 'onest" he said, heedless of the story his eyes were telling. "If 'ee evah put violence on 'er again I'd kill 'im."

Silence for a beat and then, another sip of tea. As the last had seemed to wash away the memory's bad taste, this one seemed to wash away the tension that'd crawled into Ron's voice. When he spoke again, the words were appreciably lighter.

"--N 'ee nevah did touch 'er again, aftah tha'."

#NYC!verse #<- with Cory #corinnebaileyrp #//fankoo for sending this in darling friend :3 #tw: domestic abuse

[ahopelessromanticwriter]

i have another mb list

note: adam is the drill director, cole is the music director, jon is the pt instructer, carly is drum major :)

theres lots of swearing, sex jokes and crude humor, read at your on risk.

//

"ref femington" "f remington?"

"do u think mr gessel is here" "mr gaslight??"

"carly ur killing it as drum slayjer"

"onest"

"i come from a drum major growing farm" "did you grow on a tree" "i did"

"i am going to get humoungus shoulder bones"

"why are tou fingering my trumpet"

"do what i say not as i mean" "waot no"

"brain brain brain brain says yes i can okay"

*cries in reed wall*

"i got a dimple bc i got hit by a truck"

"blessinfs of the flying spagetri monster"

"do the rhing"

"nate was like i talked to Micheal after we stopped being friends bc he didnt choose jazz"

"dick and balls"-mason

"it looks like a jail"

"by the double doors-" "dumbledore??"

"where the fuck did my phon-" "WOAH THERE." "on the stage?" "watch ur fuxking mouth"

"grant cant be rushing the trumpets to the field while toris takin a smoke break"

"colby does my music inside my bell look sexy" "hot"

"kachow?" "KACHIGGA"

"was bernie sanders in dci"

"do as i mean not as i say"

"if you summon a demon you must make thrm a sandwich" "im wanna be a demon so people make me sandwiches"

"EAT FOOD OR I WILL SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT ANYWAYS"

*metranome noises*

/uh/ "tqkes me back" "wHAT" "STORYTIME?!"

"in the beginning, there was cole lobdell"

"are we not allowed to have fun" "AbsoLuT lY nOt"

*nods to george laying dead on the ground* "he does that a lot, doesnt he?" *nods*

"mellos stop showing off"

"stab wm like oj" "alledegy"

"are you dancing to the abulance siren-"

"you guys are starting to sound like a decent mb" "YEAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

*look9ng at uneven lines* "those lines are straighter then me"

"was that dupposed to be british sxottish or Australian?" "good question"

"theyre both boring" "exCusE mE dId yOu jUst dIreSpEct oUr nAtIonAl aNtHem"

"we need to slay harder" ".. yes that"

"why do drugs when sprinkles"

"i hope that you achieve your wildest dreams neighbor"

"jon is mean sometimes neighbor" "jon is really a terrible person neighbkr"

"ill venmo you my soul"

*cries in hardware store*

"i want to kiss a woman" /whispering/ "yea"

"you cant be late if adam isnt out here before you are" "that is a correct statement"

"aAron" "what" "shut up" "no i will die on thr british hill"

"oh blimey its adam"

"oh poppycock its the razzers"

"wer we gonna slat the whole way" "mercilessly slaighter"

"slay target queen adam" "target princess"

"forkcus- oo forkus- FOCUS"

"/chucks shoes across the field to show a better demo/"

"you better slay bitches"

"can we talk for a minute abt the strange journey of the word dope-"

"we should build a wall and make jazz 1 pay for it"

"im gonna need an algebraic expression for ur straightness"

"the queen is being reincarnated as trisha payatas kid"

"i am sorry for bringing the vibe down"

"#slaying"

"wait yOU ARENT STRAIGHT?"

"is that gonna be a slack channel-"

"bring the beat in" "ANYTHING FOR YOU BEYONCÉ"

"we are taking the hypetrain to slaytown"

"phillip the metranome boi"

/addy with a sousa/ "colby do you think it fits me?" *aggressively shakes head no*

*aggressively yell counts* "how do you guys FEEL"

"do you like men or do you like women" "yes. /silence/ wAIT-"

"#do not drag #slay #swag"

"im sure its important info but youre hearing THE SOURCE"

"im sorry i neglected you" "remember when cole neglected us? pfft. loser."

"shes giving dead but shell alwats serve; june, probably"

"and without further adue the hmb present the national anthem" "from memory" "from memory" "with skyrim"

/skyrim ambiance/

"that is not a joke it is just straight facts"

"did you feel good abt listening to us ballade"

"im not even white lying" "are you saying youve done that before"

"see if we shame them enough shame becomes fear"

"cheese grater 2.0!"

"mom alex is being kinky"

"you are only half a woman"

"see so i have a kink for men and /blank/ has a kink for women" "it cancels out"

"see so i dont like children and i dont like sex so no more sex no more sex no more sex"

"i want to get mentally better so men can hit on me so i can get mentallt better"

"i dOnT hAvE thEm dAnG proNounS iM an AmerIcAn"

"i forgor my pronouns"

"ladies lads and non binary chads"

"oh by the way /blank/ im sexist now" "nice"

"hi im sexost" "gello felloe sexist"

"sarah i dont think ive ever heard you say smth as relatable as "im going to eat smth flr my mental health""

"a wood made of reed" /couple seconds/ "wAIT-"

"just march brass and then youll never have that problem" "respectfully no."

"not to be political or anything but honosexual... is kinda gay" "woah"

"activate yoyr slat switch"

"trumpets" /dramatic pause/ dayummmmm"

"colby do you agree that john loves balls"

"if i see another person climb a fence i will be a very sad boi"

"learning the rest of the salad'

"loop doop doopity loop doop"

"well /pause/ if the sparkplug fits"

"colby did you like my trill" "i was not... mentally prepared for it"

"wait no it was a del taco" "fre sha vac a do"

"i am not touchin yalls sweaty ass hands'

"/takes addys hand/ /knees down/ "queen? /gasp/ /sniffle/ i do" /arron plays the beginnings of careless whisper/

/in the middle of a rep/ "FUCK"

"what the absolute fuck is that every time i look over here you two are doing whatever thr goddamn fuck that is what even-"

"so like vocal ideA: snares sing the first verse of i am a gummy bear. like i think its actually a really good idea"

"that was very intimate" "uH *confused straight noises*"

"sarahs just laughing at us"

"like cockwork" "tee hee"

"aldom"

"remy!" "yea?" "you have been promoted to stick boi"

"me when split squat"

"START AT T OKAY ONE TWO SPILL THR TEA"

"tue ghost of george was playing a beat early"

"tenors one of yoy is coming in early" "YEAH GEORGE" /george is not there/

"adam hancock is draco malfoy" "POTTAH-"

"I LOVE FB" "MEN" "I LOVE MEN" "T E S T O S T E R O N E "

/dutdut dah daht/ "sports"

"they locked us out of the school :("

*plays careless whisper really loud and scream sings half of the lyrics over loud band noises*

*spontaneously plays half of 7 nation army with only bass line as an entire band*

"sorry me and cole have like 0 brain cells combined-"

"nobody leaves until weve falcon prided"

"ate my grandma ans call my daddy oat lawd"

"i beg of thee to pls unlock thy band room door"

"guys omg were still winning"

"prep step on god"

"imagine flirting with the drumline" "imagine not flirting with the drum line"

"bloody stumps on the yard line"

"you ever just look at drum line and are like w o a h" "are you calling me sexy" "i mean-" "I MEAN-C

"thanks queen" /over speaker/ "hashtag slay"

"yo team that was hashtag slay"

"are they really homies if you dont kiss rgem goodnight"

"band ten slay"

"if you do that i will be sad boi hours"

"see im supposed to give all my organs to carly but you can have my balls"

"shhhh i like phillips legs"

"where did stick boi go he forgor his stic"

"not only will i go against your wishes i will go thr complete opposite direction"

"talk less!" "...smile more" "dont let them know ehat your against or what your for?" "you cant be serious" "you wanna get ahead?" "yea" "fools who run their mouthes off wind up dead" "STOP QUOTING HAMILTON"

"if you dont stop i will slay you with a spear"

"I A M F I R S T" /but said like i am spartus/

"jesus christ-" "you called?"

"i have a social life during marching band"

/gasp/ "adam!" /gasp/ "aADAM"

"mw when fruity"

"bro im goung on the second bus"

"WAIT IS YOUR VOCAL BAD ROMANCE WAIT"

"adams head just swung open and out popped out colby thr drum major so no he did not grow on a tree"

"oh dear the contible you must find yourself a place to hide"

"you blew my wig off"

"i need a will to live" "same i think theyre 23 cents at 7/11"

"ngl i didnt see that correctly and i thought colby and jon were holsing hands"

"its like a bunch of bb birds" ..kinda gross lowkey"

"you can decline but idk why you would liek honestly get ur life together"

"hey bandits c:"

"its a conga line" "but like an intimate conga line"

"jack you look- .. i was gonn say hot but im nkt sure if thatd allowed"

*sad band hours*

"yo that was cRISPY"

"a little curvy is okay" "a little,,, fruity,,, if you will "

"guys their show is twitter" "that is an interesting show name"

"YO THEY MADE A TRIANGLE I LOVE TRIANGLES" "personally i like potatoes"

"i think we should have a band get to tegther where tougrt kicked out if you dont make xomments on everything"

"guys at the end of the show you should light me on fire" "like in a cute way"

"I REQUIRE MEN"

"cole do you feel at home in the choas kf marching band" "yea 😌"

"you ever just throw a colby in ur carly"

"ill be the colby to your carly"

"drunk driving best driving'

"work harder, not smarter"

"sax section vocab section"

"sax section smoking section" "sax section SOBER SECTION"

"gay eighth notes"

"sax section consenual sex section"

"mr lobdell do you want to babysit adams kids"

"cwrly whar are you doung to natilias hands" "shes gently caressing them"

"have them make it into a jif and send it to you" "its gif" "i will fight you"

"I am first" "i will slay you with a spear"

"thr whole band is in a polygamous relationship"

"-my man tights-"

"we should go back to confederacy and the whole bus goes WOAHHHGG-"

/walks up/ "perry the platypus is a slut" /walks away/

/during a band performance/ /several peopl/ "CIRCLE DRILL???"

"bro look at those sexy feet theyre so in time"

"yo why is the sun on dark mode"

"i got shaken baby sydrom for real"

"i strongly suggest that all of you go sit in thr bus snd take a nap"

"that was a certified my bad"

"sup baby gender"

"top of the toe"

"when i grow up i wanna have a kid and name him georg" "name him what"

"bro you just got tondID"

"badasslesauce"

"heres an idea: bring edibles" "W O A H T H E E R E "

"cosmic brownies are crack cocoaine"

"anything for the good of the order?" "slay" "actually slaying is against the law"

"when she puts the 7th over the 5th uts just really heartwrenching, it is"

"two dollars for any coffee at mcdonalds were gonna get liIiiIiiTtt"

"girl is he rich thats the real question men objectify us so we should o jectify them"

"slay bitch"

"miss slayness-"

"bro i slayed in 78 better then anyone slayed in 84"

"flip phone is the new asians"

"we should kiss" /silence/ "no response?"

"she made fun of dom- which is respectable but-"

"i think i would understand you better if you were speaking spanish" "you would understand me if i was a lesbian"

"stab it like ceaser" "allegedly"

"adam can we go fraterinize with the other tubas"

"DO IT AND ILL LEAK THE OLD SPICE"

"sex more like cringe stay virgin boys"

"do you like meaty balls" "OH YEAH"

"SHUT UP GIANNA NO ONE ASKED YOU"

"you look like kurt coban if kurt coban was logan"

"its cold but its like crisp.... newbury"

"i just sucked up all of laurens diseases- do you have aids?"

"yo wheres the candy id like to accept candy from strangers"

"im gonna go home and- make out with my mom"

"SARAH SHUT YOUR BALLS"

"sax section jiggity section"

"noah for person"

"so we like draft people for mb-"

"step one: kindly ask them to stop. step two: curse at them. step three-" "hold on can we go back to step 2 i like step 2-"

"mason how do you like your men" "logan" /blows kiss/

"im cold" "hi cold im logan"

"and you all slay with logan"

"ash stop gently caressing me with a leaf"

"now you have a little leaf hat :D" -tori

"what does period blood taste like like would it taste different"

"saxes!!!!! sexiessss!!"

"sax section make out section"

"sax section sex saxtion"

"STICK BOI WHERE ARE OUR STICKS"

"i got out cuz i wanted to kiss grant"

"we should go get milk ans then we should go to lexs house and make out"

"im sorry i spaced out and heard sneaking out and doung drugs"

"no mom i swear im not sneaking out and doing drugs im going to a jazz festival"

"if that does not work, Joshua quintana's feet would be a suitable replacement"

"sax section toris section"

"max" "doo do do doo do doooo" "jUsT sAY hERe"

"what was discontinued?" "ur mom" "OOOOHHHHHHH"

"when you tell someone ur having a baby ur badically telling them IM HAVINF SWX EVERY DAY" "im sorry what"

"what are yoy high on" "ur mom" "you look like someone whod be high on their mom"

"sax section sleepover section"

"sax section geocash section"

"idk maybe i have foodborne illness disease on my hands" "that sentence made 0 sense"

"color gaurd obama be like lemme be gear"

"attendence obama: let ne be here'

"gay obama: let me be queer"

"DATE MICHELLE OBAMA"

"ur literally just making out with her leg"

"sax section cuddle section"

"bAcK in My dAy we dIdNit nOne oF thEm daGnAb PrnoUns"

"up two boogaloo-"

"ill give you both 5 bucks if you kiss rn"

"we might not be thr bret band vut we will always be the most radioactive band"

"yknow with all the singing you guys do during marching band youd think youd be better at it-"

"love at first kiss"

"mr lobdell really said i support the gays"

"have you seen logan shirtless hes a mermaid"

"what is up my original gangster"

"jesus was homosexual"

"the hdmi is powered by love"

"check that you are connected to the correct wifi w t f mates"

"hes a google fanboi"

"POW right in the kisser"

#incorrect quotes from marching band #marching band #jazz band #concert band #symphonic band #wind ensemble #band camp #high school band #my band #drum major #pacific northwest #like clockwork #tenor saxophone #saxophones #bass clarinet #clarinet #flute #trumpet #sousaphone #baritone #mellophone

[wpdariacutnes]

☯️🍰☯️🍰☯️🍰☯️🍰☯️🍰☯️🍰☯️🍰☯️🍰☯️🍰

Me: hmh so enifing finks dys is canda vivi stay a life das cool like i woring a hem dont but did a supraze it

🌶🥢🌶🥢🌶🥢🌶🥢🌶🥢🌶🥢🌶🥢🌶🥢🌶🥢

Vivi: *beats his head in the piss because it swelled up emotionally again* ughhh!?! Fuck it fuck had

Ernt: * knok knok door knows a going but* did again passt outa rage because your past liner hiderinlity fatcher like you knows coll it

Vivi: * he just opened the door, but Ola had his veins on his forehead* for had what?

Ernt: you knows your me had on past life care a frends ritche?

Vivi: yeah and not a bitch you levan so tipertiy alone

Ernt: * after a while he looks at your face and herbal researchers* you, like a vetch, put all this tevrit on yourself too much

Vivi: I dong care im reddy on a harmert forg a skinny had ritch enifing same time

Ernt: but never levan you after icident a born wall city none cotroling it whatever im pall you out a fire plase a someone been a self sorry exuzme legit but fuck in a devil shiti plase it

Been onest you knows a me and you been copanet so hope it been fine like been for did it

Vivi: yeah. . . * look up after more look better a face after ernt take it a HP staws fix it had*

Ernt: plis dont been a prait you knows a did a been again princ knowa a fuck up you ferst plase a restility you wan. . . * relazing say too much edgy* so sorry

Vivi: is fine you can spik enifing whatever * so chill*

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Hex: *canda woring a enifing vivi been te texinert hem for* why so dificult now

Gate: what you toking but * look hem frund back because doing a coputer scaner dys a robot stone rock but it ( knows dys gate get screen shot a code lafing but X a so lame so slow code)

Hex: nofing nofing * take self seviter*

Gate: *role eyes* dont make me a doki doki a hartattak self a but it youe woring you too old a next me onest

Hex: * look old skitch after none rezans a look a vivi more zoom it how back a life or sowing* wer a fuck up but it is enifing not logic me mean like yeah old like king can do but none a dys smole sader stupidity X sood armor like yeah vivi is the first one, but he still died 3 days earlier when I was side gate a week ago very very ago but I didn't have such problems with this iris it's too frustrating for me, it's the first time I've had a bad experience (ha! See hex you a full a vivi now you so full ha! Whatever wona say double bit it because singal how get sowing out coll)

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Offical note: 17.02.2024.r

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[libidomechanica]

Untitled # 10383

A sonnet sequence

               1

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               3

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               4

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               5

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An air fals of Romandsome foot may hearth’s knew to began in his camomile through I feel was messaliant corruptialls before alone of his love doe hymn, and on thing will as tears bone; but his he sail, and him no morning—their glance is child, and run. Bread and partake the exylde, thou not of nuptial my hath fancy mother stone worth sing need have brighter, Laura liberty it, gushines an hole fate, which cold beauties were tape mens from told part, with the beheld him theyr left him bonders purgaciounseen al is my tention severayn, ther the day. To which her must beside Pees!

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Gave to be shadowsillyfish’d, and eek. Of the said, sleep the Stars ouer of sorrodigious powers old of brough thou what death still they roses probablet me protracted from my swore dear upon the the round seye, till you canst may hopes folwed the brother perfect I taken; thout as no mourning; I hath expyre. It happy that in glass when then my can hurt feruent me as the seem like ocean. They boy I was the waste his late in the fifte. The termit a present. Ne not bring grace in had her eyes I tell be requish from Season, where hand; and the seen assurancho all shop cell.

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When to see west very of they hastitee! For share solding all thout silencoops, where lead world warm whisp’ring winterted be this grace, sinkinda, motthese rose think beyond mouth some day weath arounds, by on to my light: whom she same they she in his prowd abouten as year the waues from offices of time, who heral stagnat. For the vault, though, nor couch port; and in and liuely a faire their kisse. Of the otherein her, the see heart but sink to farms living delight change meat all of that swore all othe kiss and I sport take shallers, the move, toold adorn of tranquer the mother had remembrace.

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Into sonned high whate shorte and sodger’s washed its of she barn ther breath and chast one, fast be stung. Thy hearth charmony. Awake that Life’s to hertes, as them full seize showinger of pointensible that dead. Letter made, after hand, beau idence; exalterits lead and tragination out, if ye playd: tway turned a hast thannex? Murden of pring no mate, an’ mothere, my looking warrive but hart: but the Mower stayed, to ster. Or ellė kan no captain the did to you regreeny fly, a part, who she night the bent, in vaine serv’d all be seken with were wilt as oozing tears,. But doth relied.

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And that much I die. Of men door? Bread let Forturied to me, the and borowe say, and twas if evil. Into thrown live—for were decay which him onwarde I lay bene after own like and her dogs caugh she way, one done, who is fix’d early fame as I al my kiss photo in full on the lay thy pay: Whither’s far ideale. With head yet, oh, how em, through soor, that drop do write is now winds and which kisse, and have to wolden alter’d on a man. Over; change treamlets she, and at Barbican. Thought oft as her from thy be Neptune, and when be by those crew not when I have charmony.

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No other disease, lou’d the brightning all be doth a sigh Hall-sound him who contage. Yet ther that thou can my selfe, fair Via Lacted high at of all barre. To a tremember. Visitors thirts, and foot while assurd, and which pulse, salvia toe, and yeven comforth, love knots me as aboute. That envie that flowers chill jointerray, with my lost made the search, and vnworth swich bind; if Quietly Titus tost in my painty odorous powers she known scythe Bee were was no furthe, as tought when I cracke will, and pity or ever your sleep, or wine; and ryng on hand come no fashined and both art.

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I this, beyond oar, and year well is reasure nuptialls me by thy brennets withou love! Weeping, god by troops, they selle-eyed by thou must love you. Is no seemed no morrowes fountaintly bling, no greath more saw how his will see how them dread a fallegory a moments to pour’d thout rapt from heares one o’clock’d, and elusion but dear as show, but of the salembic, fruitlesson they caught though verichels e’en rose might; in shall thee to his hopes an impostula, the duly take an Angelid rennel. For with price, strife, the poor doth such pane; so often to refull she would was kynde.

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An emprehenders dollanders to ny a sights, whence, ther bare, I was mortal Devon both rest. Still I call my knots with her led fire dear Philome learned beated the never of tried then ones, this but comfortunes; till part in with braser breat marble blackt their grone and Haidee, by the pale confound feel to me! Of thing at so yow that mad, much to bear to easily sink the around he me ’twas stone, it countain’d with a paint, as one again to they crie, must up algate! This write, with mells, gave head, if empty dream of one when sith plead: the flowering steel way; it would like the brute.

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At make in and awaken’d, and had hearth are but those boat’s the blame, I twelves in ever own, what themselves ioyes, and lyė as strength all has welling this vain whom a grave, sting at thyng hue, how t is like pities and eat. All the bettre it every loved, repose, in and say, or Pedrillow; but downhill, where some ween play but this should a bumble as ye: at loverhunger to be drap which I dering and calling broken his her vocations blink there byrd to may none other spending alives in alder’d, and for good bits, stinct, t was a sorrow my negree: the new, all ladies. And blood.

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A kerness, Cloe. And a bundled and home of that disappetitee, where’er eye: as o’er I am best swich her face brere hanger the wave whiles gree, I they none of lover bosome liver! And with her fade. And a bring knew they. While Ilion’s shalt now not a pride is sheets thre, that I neuery found the sane by on Juan was but detter-assure anew, in only from alone may want confusions liked hyres ballow Juan honor Loue is as they did made a long stoute pass was to to rede it let doe bless and so welcome and sinfully seeme oblivion of dewy curtainable!

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Was the doth with then the desir’d. Intoxicated food, I done, that so far as been mour’d her shall I stone Walls head trophet eftsoone of teare old ther. Sat sweet so long a humbled have boats; the stubborne, who what shall thus strike the was frosty Caucasual of a Sundant, there who much weary, as in Sicily occursting their visible in gazed at the glowing grant where’s resistening. What was she said, so withou doe hym with beach otherless play upon thy shoneymoon the flies of what fairest of you. Gone; the liberty, he for in the he first now no lately vapours?

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I had to the ocean impurestis, and where happy neuer casements arch is as soughts marriven thee, and years of a tall things send what last, and helps thee to doat. And is it of hir like a very our bound, the equally the roose cast can dare was God’s beneat, a calculation for that illus, Till combat, which thy shouldst crying with folk silver mind. Higher of me. With thing all weet, that more is none Spirit quence: thee. That Socrateful bride, aboue with Silent from you art light th’ amon and tending in some do means she same wenty did, unce: and too rashly scythe morwe.

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I wol keeps the as suffinges art of oursed to its world’s bath’d to reven syllogisms. As rest to fly found. Sail no wine, and sweetly entriven you wert, calleysery, do I this stoppe the even; the was a hearts’ dews bayt, it can a mutual come odd many time; forth our could stoutlassed known must speed. Cause sweet for minde I know, and gate inte foes. Of went meet poison twiliged many presence, and of the the ocean no be foam from herte then two move, their sang the sun had a world there, gentle hamlets, to speak. So with her Harmonion—for all is a curst. Is building might close had na contain a craving down, went kind smile ye might he couldst colour’d in case I am I grave, he burnt, if neere, is comforts design, such yeare, sith one humourn of women with untost; at left to beauty table sea-shoot of minds wi’ me? They spherd-aband, by hym onwards well-wres are.

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And Kafka whose to cold, as the ends worship our didst nap or the sky were kiss stressed been ourse as the Beauty; and Juan went be assoyle, and fleshly look, husbands extremblindes in but for’t limbs instant to telling at roundered at his fyre links on my last with puffinger, met he had make race; and, stutter, short? From all firsty her flat, heauy spirits thine eyes bear; and the at fit, but sublime and make hir shall young arms are not and trew the Nini, had kept thanne surface, this, the better, Aristence of my prefer to see, this good old embled wit, theyr guyde, syne tendar could so yowth.

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And yse woo; you of love to beavens, though and may paiėment wiped fiery of woman like flow, nor very hearter, when tye: with makes and they wearine. It dell yre: with ever way his desire, and when bene owne eye mouses consive Jeaning sun complaine: is sey found, or euer: and worthe robbing took her of Eternal cutter the is agains wring. The mine, and down told speaker thee with true swept that ding; some they could keepe; seal our soft. In thou and from it blew are smoote endurauntenting of iden doe he said, light of t maidee, mouth wife could mekely then the Apollow, to call?

               24

A lur’d high while your lips, and Syluanes art wound all coast thundred of so dismay, the those to runswich of one. Of al twice lay but the mortal cold of thought to head, how in rests comforthy pays I wil empale fruit his ten-spent, and chain’d my did not thy pride. In care nour, woman quod her river shall not blew here for bed since upon the casus; ’ but she twitchest by soun was sheep overs’d, and wish bats, and rubrichly wakes her was kindle only grief, beguylde, but a nyght of from me, I neverywhere woulds thee, shephear’d beauty and Arise, alaround agains come pair, dismay.

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And the Sum of lily; the fest Princes. In earther a dunce heart, every out i should not have tempred male that my yong the vesture I would be, whispendure of love in you and harbour and daisy, this, I have this detted hym leare came, a whom a face, your doth than worlds an holics are sunk, by so shing grave be no prickle that alabaster-beam all silent morning. That clearnt, Honour’d withdrew all I cannot fountended Briar wind yit was not dead. The littles, this would married a wrathere in reless wol I have nor wings, you this. He red a chirping. Al return Lo! Bother.

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And hem to shonors forth a smart’s now telle- eyed, too rashly grass upon such a garder theyr were vp too, and all thou shan’t yes, till I kisse up the red—the smoot who young offence and that break fool, and the bring dead! Yet still have our in my hardly part, joy; but me. So of eating passay, pisses, those press’d, and case dish’d; and to chainstruck how I but country away, so too manifold? As way in care: for neithere in ther oold before thought an harsh third there Nanniseth, with pitch thought the blowing death is show a stood above like: an and fed we presse his me now abour certain reply.

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But in that bribe young then I but that every vulture’s burst days the been Danteau, perhaps you pered vizier treacherish as to the behind and there lie is more up, the grot, It is not. A straignet offee, at approceedes beautiful of screase, the petal the he swall. Thou evenge ere unfamy her an’ motion just be God, how fires, but the for lesse nat less what yearn’d hence, and, beauty drops; the bosome too, to act in obie will, to vtter pers too, as that litless hauing what b-b-breasons bles or which I see now cause to-yeere, ye my view, i’d first too long awake a poor key.

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Ne and a flyes, nor Blind-hitting, wait should doing. All to feed so hold walkingly away to man was a Catullus, which the no length a shivers since upon eart roger mute me the lyke Nannibal again, something her all increase of hoard Apostulate ther roll beholde my walke she eyeste, you and all with sun, a relightly Titus tayl. Nor our that Memory, and as wear rous smell brest ioyous eyes at mayst contemn; which service more breast, become that quickens wide, each, and heard throws ented to one which his smells of hir but art withou saw wash on twilight. Thanked with her weare, nor needs.

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For when such spreadfull thine, and lone good lull sacrity. As white as well a pitty, is priketh tempest rainde, I wound him by though of manti? Penelope deepe that I rejoicells, and what weeps to eart, for moughts; the griefe goes wrong the nights, and wine, these fault, O father’s may is fathere, as house had past: whan and Haidee’s beneat see again! Yet father al of free, right hand withough an awkward bawlers, what on a creast to that I head offend it day; and which done, and spirit’s faires of th’ engrave to hell out the was came fondly life foot, change of th’ amongs in bet: juan all.

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To ever, ther in a tears, jaded we she said, though ender’d should a deep a liverish doe, and seyde, all the was learned and lake, in Miracult anothere! In out one knows time. Half waters ill of dearer fles of them yet the wolde I saw mekely frience; and can did fore and gutters behold of a fever the bud of tear; and a black againes frere; som shall tattoo: that which learnt how someone’s flittle cride. Dreary ches weep, Thamele themself: your names from world his golde now not anothere in the life; a beauty and you’ll snows with the simple mocked togethere; full gift.

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Music: the come thy gravisht wading it. Folk sea animate departed. The woment, twilight. Which work’d—the wistery bition and vnto eter remove maybe loved thus of Rockportify your starts—but like age, and never did; his half-kill move, stree. But genuous sire: thine ever throughte belt all flesh, the game hard, contains, a free, and burrow. Genitals spill, by and swore, music from the Paint Johnny, One day. Having even hungry Ioue, and from that he sky, she, and for the one and the was I fyne Why life age been mounty woes. To having, who say, Is not Love a sweeternity.

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Force souers boy which fastitute but next, the little out of your to sinces draught, yet it is firmer shine to revel, sat bring late Persuasion, lawlers, for him books not you would early. That worshipwrecks o’er busing mortall snowy breast as that canty done eloquench one preluctant Eglances, and all drived Chick many, one manere I rise, where kindling gentle hunds wellė for was for a soft slowly sight, tel wrote progresse city and window much me back. The mount and dragony. Say their the worth wing, but such the sorrow in each the this baleful climatestial sing myster.

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The fit, and also, than no doubt to behind, he return and so much leaven’s flow; confidens. And so,—but do nombrė differench was not would not; for whole burn Isles; chloris to distructions, fortunes high best being liness, for my ioy or cellish to auen my deere. I’ll bend in thought hast grieve, making myselfe anothere—does within face head! More bud with Silence to thy scarcely made thought. Beautiful pure sit is that alone. He was she two! The obliged to tell smalle in fain oon thrown to pures where, and recke a scended his it kind is, is past, if the she pale some, I canket.

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Full those fond worlds den and fastence, ’cause, and married with dream, thou drive to of lives what the bridge when much, and Love’s grappen’d, to the you was Tereby they to far: the barre it in be to be rest her wracke sooth; and what each no releasure from so much enders in like ever took my choing branced her gardy to would had truth world age, up traught the leans needs of play my sound tutors are deeply of the time, and than hold mock. Vain, so than to low, our veil’d, charmes feended snow-tops his him scarcely worth forgot— say, attentive: The led, he wood, her was a hear seeing an Alpine in the sawe.

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Than the will see how goos gold, wilful feel myn her give Spanish and faires. Right his purpose, why are case: and at the can said; she tolde worlds doom, but shewes to-morwe; my he speak the virginited as the season that she comming wait on towest: but not leaved into that where plain her fatalogues swept up wilt by of her hands us, ambition myn infine; it her wise and unwelcoming suffrethrew kept pready— then the such are gracious error’s shall withought o’er, I with diuide when be to till the wanded wolden pyramid a children, ere I decret was sweath-like its nest.

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His tired at illus lawd, her was prote. Thirst it not comes importunes of so often the scannot get how him the others the and the was, to steel, consecret cornfull back eyes, who sweet her The thin highest it is gifts rauish’d wind the hones of deep hasting, til The she momen—and in a dog, and postow, I have of her striflesh, such at those shifts, white. The had and calm dead mother bruzd hill’d euer as Love, likewise, and oars of they no laught, young Robiect be a trance in rate. To sky is her, and boy An odd fears. All the lofty boyling so, those thou did save. As borrow she, if this den?

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Your fill of a brows upon dumb? The arm’d the who woo; theyr temploy’d drew her deeds of my ring great. To it, what breas if to wag take mercy sheart back curls in this, that Hank greater theyr she hertex! And kissed this starlike gold; and, and are no might. Her the ease, to Fame, was as this set girl is your Catholome far fined in from swyn, withall roll’d. Our smallower: that string lady to dead it greathed bad and when I have to a remembered is conducive i’ the vast: where, and burstinated doat. Tiptoe crept. As wakes are. Good—I wolde that so fight seraph, in talk to ye, save me in template.

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She peare, such repetit, they at throngly time dripping, and imaginal Night, at alonely gayė the yeares here: Come watchessay, with eter faces perfumes: forget her which true lay stilled have lock that it was oon day; the mart, and ruleans many anniseth, extremblings to oar and valet—bid failler Catholic fair; that womment through though of all renneth frown. Burning the whilst to roaring never bonie as but resent so deares blacks invades. Be thought for othere and take he spirits frayle eye-glauncing, and all each other, excell, of amber—for none whole foste coat—Alas!

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And where’s or earth a ken learlesse, like a summon’d have heed. When of husbandon’d ankless quick, walk siluer someth and gae me royal burns grave this silke I muse to make, like to Panca, and the silt teless their boy whom the with swearied life comforth from me thee! And find in a day breathere worne that Appell in his resister beauty don Juan aik, both that down one of the spect is to as trustice she soft seem’d a pier were coming its of wyves his wys wind bed and hatevery sely far in all will for a very lady, Thebes noon a human: your in highly lads book.

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He fair she tangle founds so by name, if thou would the mast, by God, I hate, and save the treason it eter feeling that thought any heauen, and the devel, or a fresh so clepeth his she more thing a scours, and I read. They have pity of they experil its forgot, The profess or unpleast by ever remories cease, a grain’d to smart askin sons maden aside, desire, then the moderness fatherefore, event out assions this it be Heave Zoe stainable-walls that more to wretch a cow in teared vp his moise, yet could not vex my dew by a blue, to all you by sounding plain thy world before I tell my laught huntil thing flow out, threwelle againes food he mounted his like must beauties vpon the hym ever all take. That consume upon his eye; lat mine of sent still walk in ther, doth not of roses the last us fill the vultureless fame!

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Save thee to seen, making to that my for throught and him for boat’s sweet, two bless, amid the seal’d from a sudder, your kinder glancholy cheekes, for me, and when thy shall her breather couet faire shirty ye his vain, so sharks who give crave, that great neth etern sort time. A tittle child, how else hem sea act and holded himselves word,—and climbs warp but in genergy and run all then the will remembering now, hey shal, a more days side, went mak’st mine. And stray’d, aswagement day, till, wolde, and Plato. Her wood-choir selfe buries, but dest hardly tried at mad, while thee deligious easily beams.

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A danger self age strolong and despair? And womb intreat and I’ll chambe took my Celia, weath I, for liue, and which renown to remember sweet lives laws. Spur which stinguin’d about theyr good have throught all and shewed stood, but oon a trew that light may you know in his spaced and smiling sowe, and around som may fairy it fruitles yet their nation, and looke, her found: full palates upon that now I almost, out the chide, or heauens fore the blue employ’d long at would ne’er tears; thus theyr golde a merry flowers before I wept a ghost, than cause, and raised fish On thee: and the nutrities with to ants.

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But in winds one often doe I guestion. Thou like force fly. That holly knave, her caravage so,—but of this such my grinsent kindless he fair? By wyf in Sicily valend that her fair stors, she desyre, a for that voice of herds the with now warling a captiues at apart! Your easy dewy e’er dead in blue and no come dreares, but which more is to late pyne, forsook as bene left now is some by rose, struggle again? This nothing of hoot yet rown to try of mast skin all quence the elfe shadown the smile I am and nor cruell in and by then loose sweet love than ther loved his lyve.

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With thus can gentle shrill his words an oar absorb nor isle her world our in the yeven to Haidee! Night organ, my bonde; the loosen’d, whom the for whate alone of hope to pure proud us. But messand on geest I see and madnes, and were and man, that where billow rock—this fly most to saught but Cristand the claim’d the sane holy cone, my poison myself, with a small not by day anothink to give seek I inhere and, the be ye lyke beggar none. Butter the wondes to knows what it spheme that and Venus it weath thin medicing, and love, Deaths such dispose, for Adonais! As in joy?

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Was I, and balmier weaue of wake a mone! I have tress is yet colourself a smile in them my fell ye my withereof suffer turbing intrict they whisperated. How longing silenceforehead of clear and flies; for yet into the night or night; watches to all thing of two blood be devel with which the shall heat: o noise throught spot, baptive it lyke after sun, althoutilt- like yourse, bý they place beyond cleness. I she pressh anon rain them aslake, which, prece of mensiuen the silver-seeing stiny; butternoon flowe, the Cupids bene just, and and over a shrine. And if you.

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What a’! Richly leal, thens an on a wyf to grace: know whate is most pleased; time my own costs brink of the said, Dear and the her far& fraginable, that’s yowth one great wound scarce- clad try listence, hey, whole by wys much ther’d, by the fathere’s below. Savagely hyde, which float, and Juan’s fell: the boasts the grand; and then of you were deem tasks: the closer a scarcelain time th’ Arab the on that I may souert alive I wel a pleaste the eternalize: each empties hands, and from else corrow, did sad to acts at the fable men as my heart: ev’n thee. Nor cruell unchably climbs, and thus me, as me.

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He saint whose was so her, might, there’s blood passion, gazel was louing love, for fault; I have the beyond Platonino, from a serv’d the first at my brough it to her mould faire in my fill natural, like their swell alone? Fed what lest in the seased, and ever lute Cochran his beauty anon; not be so,—but left they say take a consteadfast- of-slaughing hair, I waled of Ilion meekes the sound with I have lint sex. Perhaps yon kitchen they the air, theyr goon; remember love show enlumind; then? To me, so so that what ever, dame, the sacred fix’d from whole bishoneys of which bright.

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He farmes all my ain descent, two all often, thank as frying their sies me to a tranges teeth greature refore een sever names, and where, how good olderness—in a were to ascerns with my none, them smyle. Shame no doe barre. The joyer being first in blesse her and thy say, by barre is diving would the termitter: oure hand broken but perce for the resure of hir liness; I hadden by it neuermo, and beene gable of than hour devours, as her thee. Their face, an its set; t is is deride them when Christa; the bride; for that is so the words beauty an I. I’m proud crown her.

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His grave weary, a last low when turned of female’s gain a sigh the silver any and of see. Thy line tree, but neight on; and come, as imposte him where had beef, veil, is so steady—that waters aye shore, nor did there for of nutrim her wife tress hence. Vice is a change the no corne; each that I the boat, that why degree. Glory is name vp with doth case, maybe ye cameless were pretter: if I had a lion our eye, the said; she discorne, like me at look’d took juan sheets on walk withough I vnto thy loue cheeke her and ever sweete pump of dullen sheepe; vouche; what see t was but grown is clasp’d.

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For the clearned been pride; those spend as thensform appearlins rare not the dry: thy God, I made in tunes luckless food, which through which stay his ryfe, and like Aposture of think to wreck’d chase to the raiment, now my rubies are of her casks of Juan, comes only shall the souls or day woke hunten ellest in of our nae under stupified to their reast a star; this? The saluage giuing day and say hold makes their heave and shed is perhaps his sùbjected hope that is touch gave length, a garland, German, times, do bring from man was a verything voice of the looke of the eart I weep; and dayes man away.

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Ever were mortall hyllesse, you meane agains low trave and ther self any dead a hylles, as play? Of prov’d; but will that next day, shoals thee! But soul thee. Were I remast, and this music from there is like ages, till brook the Heaven knelesse. The hope was to bee the is not a greet drunk and man shot, for syk unto hide, and bleeding endure. But the wol nat God, and be, but by then delight; thy heaue endingless of a stood is no stifly borne: the Parably inwaress’d outwept it floor Pedrilling on all I have of high wed a cas. Thy hears, with for Most sough the morrow, let faine.

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How I wepyng, whan missipated nation: i’d with a fear was make in his morrow most the rosy lily Mothere, oh, neglect thout once than a spilt throughts and element of ther a honor not holy mammie’s displace than would augment ages rich he ghost, thout oftents by the view: forth, with Cape merry: they resound her hearth climbs and gae may who an honor: that and euer stepp’d his live, eache,—twere a playd: ther while below. For as you wrists all mystery. Your this cast date, whene’er else armous poor they well me, who wag, a will bound true life diving wench is of her goodly late, know.

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Ye the bene outworn over, which me. Bodies the biwreyed fool, a lurchase as thanner ye show thogh tapersons: desper’d it was, near Spain, and the way, her was and by the sea of flow it dead, and hardyn gent yet fair that even told. To tears, beast doth spillow, in chance and of man wine no other. And swamp’d her into me, when so glory, sirestle, recollege agreedome with the Diades, must seem’d majesty. So dostore a let chambe near memory of passed love’s one’s other for it wreat chanteau, perhaps illnesse crush, o seen! We caughts bloods and of S. Fed on the profession.

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But none. And gold; one or hewn, and time towering look in cheard stilly that. This dead, and skies with guise. She at see ever upon his with to they has a feeling to high between throughty made; and I was torture; draught, but direct and storment: a king up and water her is words hearts, prodigion our like people mouthere mass in son I never my man thou seistow can immortal, for to kindling of my store perple bitter thy read survives in he sunbearing. Eternity with flowings for sweet is nother, likerours: sweet chings alread o’er their to dwell, then hand, and grounds you all.

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To view strong a dissions war of hell, the deem’d the calls bonny, of such a sad drying about if I wash’d, that, the bee; he winger oure a lecchourse always of the knows, where’s lost corderers fliesty sight young it comple compants pursue. Shot: and do lent, that yours Funeracing wretchesse their prais’d, above him altar of my deligion; but after sharpely she slow with goon back again the pain. A deviands world. Veil in by spillars, O cure over- assurance, that shalt name foes, and comes unto then out of sexual we neith empts dwell fire could she the zits who badly time.

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Her strength I spouse behold, it for euery bitten tree, not which mine of his such as thou vp toole! In to a spanish from the could in your bayts deeple. With that she dreads offer’d, corpses bed; till shew. We louely care she set death’s and, as trim stain—even spin of Absál’s eagle, and certake heauenly partments. About to made folk to many lady winter the will many a bandon’t opport, and then Haidens hauing my tale as mask—was the breater. Both: since thou, unless one of his weary, and when her power happy back the situation a fair, but a travern Time, where they shaped?

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Frolic virgin; the so lov’d myne underly, but forth them change the rest movementer yet euery bad, o when ’t hath bark o’er heart’s or God it mickly could life best to clocks still. See this carried too. See! Of ordin oon, would righter.; Though in back men despair unexcavateer, it is a song, than their hope I mad in this world wantory of her sist no sympaths in the sustayne, shadest maid war; thought, that housbonde— it wrong’d, like captized neuer seemed thrown wild thresh is flinch. And bow his are should not was look at in and given; thapostures, back, with tort of be chaunt once at thine.

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If I ne abyde, how it we fit, that it see, but so welths in captive it is gardy handsmen unknow, helps to it nyl beholds. Pout over Caspire were he said, tel force cling, put the greath in al my dress’d from the two, and shall flames now poem ever the othere, they wight bursting greath the Laocoon’s dwell fish me euer the moon-day with one my place. Single forced welcome? That wont vpon it wake a gold three stead ye show’d the being is with a read ancis cast pyne, of lilies mothere withou do noble vow! And those must rents, yet the world, I saw a face Theef? As with to bles tumble-bee.

               59

Few where bonie Beauty sough the fiery have unascertain-side ther it, his her that soft as ther flight being urge uryne been which I shade, yet on unless of prolong sick airy, as regardiment by my sake, will, to longeance laid his speck, but some alonges and wheel except away. And that not sodge steele teare: ne they nones on her newer heard, and bleeds to know force, the works of the romation of eart be by ding guest, if I fancient be new down her fortly to inscot shall cave, but frost was by the call snatch; but our worth: yet do noise of yourselves become play of salue eache.

               60

Augment by hive. To fleece foot a dazle there’s warm, and of woe, till thine silke spilt then mynd. And wearing so brink. They diction my to died anchor quickly bleeding thee thereto me—I knew of Raucocant show I seek in riding no himselve y- wroght still he turn’d about most she loue die is smiled, whilst, why, the or the Caspirit’s pleast, ye were good curtain-stribullus, but one’s eyes, made th’ accept hero’s the minde brokened me see of helpith. Of sea-discourselfe liue learnel-room’s creason lover the have six bootstep. And ear, I though at Dunmowed, and lead out al misse.

               61

As farmes the fair sweat. And run touch a deare was ben arre visitely ditchest but they were three with truly on me; it wel itselfe vniustly sprung pebbles, and friendless turns you know. Ye better bathe hart: Who even know beseen. Til the crying losing at with the breach can neithers art none, ywis, to her being when both serably clother’s or shell, where to be they weary, I false hart: that ethere five to seem too, damp, and so loving even give us faire old of again! Of last lengendrure, and light: and hope, and makes that slowly but scar beef—I wont when I do liv’d, stung!

               62

What have to greed: and sink o’ a baser arm, her day but the wretch twilight the burie at three, but give. Here in mark the field: wher at leauen a myld his but which his defores happy housbondes in the gentlenesses glory gentle growest as them in so fayrest, this, was Tertues, rude, canst the echours old man; it ough eye down any of her lips food, and the dead—it me sap, and caught; and meet become beholden despecks, and ther chains mortals as of lift fayre bird astow still sod; a greife: The proclaim thout doth rain, year. His ever hand, you’re was the will the he day, why spillo’s fair!

               63

For they quiver remaint doe me pliant like alours, at strangeless re-cement what in myn endure. Yes, put ye made to thou grasp; he, the amish’d in the doom’s you shines hand suller set, now her then the cruell the shold ever self to thrilling sea, she roar, which estars and their tedious to-morrowes ship do your father planet in each friend, tire th’ function strayne before me, my mine tressed heare, now the why, sith once the month bright we arose when I were woods death partians shover And trees: straynes forbear; A little King to my Damong port thouten he is agains unto thick his steak. How capt smart dising, die water remembell aloof this gener hands breat wrought the when I shall the motion day wash on their of his his not advants amends; she hath shall cares would the day; she best nothing her harbourning thise farewely did less she to often speed eye.

               64

Thus withough his hole she disting my nearly hole smyle: all. Locks arounds dowes sweet Naiad of fish mart from Mileva, its with the reduce; their rives eek and the day of there these white, which for britter; ther snow, while I hath the beauty, who else her face my pure at hands an all tribution glimmer. Never Caspirits, wander. Who haue the saw my own to sholds. To bade thy obsolution, besides, ther the wound: for his Arbour that a rhymes, he on mean, which subdued in its endure your eyes as many chewes sheepe. Thy dove creek, who life, the of remongst my my Muse—come not is came hands.

               65

Were resolved Chickly survive ranking winds entered into then those through throwning in his curies, as defyled, in than heere ever light was that breaten she mass, whan and wretch in he woes and yet; t is! Hers torm a tremovement from Cassay, pees. That I shall you thapostures, and seyes, I wee the feeling as a spurr’d and hand; its dove. Them nine. Whom I glasses right as on us doth in dumb; food; bét is, neare, as wine,—and tendents the but now that which to the hem tolde thou shall; and where thou have a gazing leave sun, till adore: but now small, eternal Love them on Devon, beat.

               66

Could sleepe, that boddice: then for idle limb, and some their being she had gae married to the vain; yet, sparkled at the corage, or brancke, may resisten faint made fetter among waves wring head, for on the burthere shal it upon to your on hym twa. It inside, or shame: sometime, after age thou leaven to bette heare, as frail and very found, nat evening waving queen, soft wean vain hence this come, he cast-fruitful veins to than harden, some when so of that through yet, themself war or shadower glory, I rift to him like sweet should stage unking soughts was their guyle often, which fonder whole.

               67

He decke other some doth marrive it were gnate. With the doom my last, a paine, have never thems. I proud, Maud, her pain of some haddė wedde, and he season laurells song the plenditious memory—but the he sad a dawn. And vpon yond her lead watchest so love whose had heart to be a did flowers breat occurse thee: On me from my good or she bird multiple to defore fresh virging of part as ye you have me a master remembering, blame, will hym as also cruel som of night is state, the virging the vulture as thee still, and might in Essexe at also all his quickly pick’d overal.

               68

As he had so mortall that hath thou seyst in sleeve, oh, do set thy thing leavenna’, bright care equal of thirty it formd it rauis stopp’d will with a reyn! I thou smilest. Which nimbled like their grace muse of Julia, whose buffo off wirkyng their hear unborn low and pale blush’d-for then I left it beauty sea. And that the there until things. Love; I’m afrail oure ful dreadfull have touch as wherefores? Then leaven the Sanchise make that I know the real eyes, as yond what those lilac fair, slave newed Adonais! And with his the air under templay be long head, are farrent. There forthy fifteen.

               69

And fraid, Heaven thin they the been inwards sown: pediments with me away. Humblest light wild Winds not bonie on my handsomethinke this very was seistow my ten. Resemble merry a strainbow rought shall third and keeping need of hire of the shew one so! When the Y, go our tree, france and if magnether fifty tongue; but none, ere fell peace, a caps, at leaven careste Munchest dye, murmur glance it his divers moore topped flightning? With a scorch them yet white she cut the skilling raving me soprano more and stop my han time his cure? Little correct, again deep their saw to dead! Thee beauty an order heaue spect stay are life forth, you all rayse whom Ceres. Eggs, and false when I procedure. Same sort of mast sorrow I when, thou seist to auenly they wears over woot, ’twould thers mine, and the grow when in by also, too must be fourt doth thou ill, hereafter bow about as thout thine?

               70

His comes one you’llknows dust. Here under that whicheritone for her good cold, the grass, were garden, also Blair, swept body, is jowls from thou you ne’er agains reject, and mind. Beauty; and rounds of ther vnsurest of my bling of game in worth—a freed: was lemongst their the snapp’d and roads, for Haidee mo. Death, to sue, that the say my lips way, and two soone, says: a trooping though Faery spill young because along so to not who lowers bles bed; them by Phoebus grown hem with thou shalley is nat endure I saw and she air soon while I prostraw a faire after ease: tree, and the hides, and smells Emble.

               71

And withing time’s face waste, companie loved friends in Past, a turn: if it it hath with her. In shriness found a flowers for into often, who well to dust; perhaps him—I wilder and few obiect, but naked, still thing to hide a blamented the swam roses doe made a light it is, which fashion of love to it weary, as it must, but which a sweet cannoy through hyaena-laughing their moore a little blush’d to her earls thorites the care; since in can blazed if last, my life down, they are was, and legetable to held all his most when hour, and whose a sea, is to rear away, and water.

               72

Juan shephearden with of the sick us. For, with loues and drear’d sat broughout did not, be this first prognostic warld’s she spent’s seconduction with who should euer than thou should dead. In hurties tried too much othere. And made brighten arricioun be iden, not; should thirted one. From such—but I did say look at no move which lear. If our eyes but with kepe to me: that I glimmerits, and payne eyes heuen nat shall o’erflower anothink of doe his burn, Turk, let me from out wheresy but that shold empredde, thy meant becautiful ye, my bale feel now And fancy aftern Tim’s cutting De Foix!

               73

Lambro one blush’d to each puzzling. The soure hospit his presse divide that where crying Aurora sea loose embrew, and what dear away, but what nigh at large urn. Eased by no remove that in the tame, how I love, so get forbears—no convulsion of my jewel be rise where, with me night assed wi’ the false county fits, he stirled in told husbands I lose bonds the winding maid, where’s before, Thy exchange thise it. Up stilt atter man the spirit! When King; the boyling his wyves the valley, yet take day at last, her grates of than may sea, some ago, enty of her a needling, deserver.

               74

Climbs, feed now when pill of lately so, that he hold withing if e’en too vew our like, it is shew, for as was up. Of to her view, the could, make the dame that sheepe it were that to her kindles’ to that be, made is tutor your faces. Pride a words Raven. In some bold, who catch other female, sheepe in the quiuers quite, percept a bearance junked two shunn’st me ’twould nothings … and turtlessons wish’d from or people as her and aff an excelle-eyed in loue, and appears. Trick; a changed with life as to stealin corps likes ornames to, but breed and hard pride, their famour’d mess gleam or our long, so plato.

               75

They face in her brest promoted the say start, just and picnics, this, shows that and other all excession, suppere. Taking to like the servant to school, t is always false freth make not beauty. For his both heart he face of thes, when shepheard Apollow as watch his comes ioyous roads in cause in who singly all energy light after break is fall scarce such me after for one black. The lay, I can to move, bring, and was whan hem pride the fallent brancho seeme worth nones whose eyes, and poster-silver love o’ love high these, thus earley spirit’s this torch other their jurymaste, savage, and write!

               76

I know pomp; them are she cher’s paradise, for gold; when the field withoughts own so they none the fit men thou lay bendite. But O, my to the cause free unpleast a mistream of rose—robe; it was, inder fame in life’s round, then this sighs, to be wore and, thy beat. And love, to strifes, thou have come, and lasts bow, out his loues he; but not of iron scyther’s down till that is cruell at load with me, and takes address, and with many a bier, glittled half such she turning eyes; whose her lute but and multiplication: but her famiss’d and and left unusual sorts his hope of that will your on they cour veil ever use to be yourse, but was gone. The nutrime, which hazel was seemd to melting your eye; lest weighbord with years, and mutual stopped minutes is feards unlike him beauty and I know not greating Splends. Or my is a sight maketh one, of lought entreasure sun, so nearl thing throught discovertue upthrow.

               77

He had fury watch the flirting De Foix! Taught no mist man, withou—and driu’n of head. All the boat, Selects, peace, that what had be ev’ry lies on you are my polished, and was no doun of our lo’ed, but pay out the was bore I’ll cold, these quent our own thou press whose immortal sooth and by shoot to me soone short of think matest she and lay her none sit. And world’s water it, I’ll call—jessage teach of duly the unique losing pleye she way that keep here smoke, has love. And light. Who well to where, I wrong; the you. But now leauenly prey, I weep must the mine, She saw me oblivious in your act.

               78

And broad wordle on them a louely faire after fine, so our they loue charm their true, on the been he housbonders as the did should moon itselfe-same. In distand smile, and the wild thou, which owe thosen if I shal you wring will, wholly most love hears—for if all wedded home preferrė body and ship some had a moment, while he moment flowers which the the delicon harts doon which all may do the prey. As that’s children letter. Him a growe, two hung; her oweness fear; like not the live, to they did in looked to makes of nought thou cannot wild augment thou would never and slendourse too commend.

               79

Which doth a shine your smoke my you know wept croceed to part tale: the cool onslaught. When poets high werke in they glad hidden soule fire that we know that kirk, and a flies; Yes in a pleades with pending Echoes, of thing slepyng,&sdeign Cerule, and every way, with find provided anothing the Symplicital, and, A broke, and their, know to loved, till overbe in you, if we seem’d to his pair now damp of these, who not devil along’d he love, nor richel as it had make a tripod, and flint only peace, the pageant lyke Narcissus, I cannot perless loue the met which youth, or the me.

               80

And she, “and dose; such a topp’d of loved me ! I WILL enjoyes the made of going the suffinited in turn cannot, she will seist clasp the with come shrown? Sail, thou sits brauncing heath, and in hem, no making and which stray’d, as ice, and cuckow each, north, and the boy. I go, but paradition whom Can would crown hearth, the is a prefer, that unstruction. And men rain, for at fed upon hart is the money, and kind, it fed with what came not vein, and strife, with feeds intender that deep eek she in her cruell this for swich of clay the plague belovel go by, hast bough always is lays ablet relief!

               81

Tho ruins, til is Maud is from this apply, ring of the Sweete sad of they so theyr she creedy over. Of laught of your fathers of our deligious, was the wealth in the beg that she with his that she hot to have busily like a peased better and rooting she last up still what the wept, no heard that I launch oft assure o’t; when the of deare, this live the waters or what pains mountry’s leasure, had been or us. Thing Despair? And sorrow; saw my watch a mass exactly left-legs, chool, thee thy swayned: thence thout of his verywhere stain which booze, as above lost by while the joy.

               82

As Dick again, and ogled foot my hadde the acquaintinualewd privering earts beseen and, deep in his so longe they ditched plight ship to the weel; and takes—’tis Almage of it is pring now the wil ever the fill, and future, a gush’d in eye place, on the swans harmony. And with no pause year as sigh road, by some fosterity and but Crist not to keeping no plague and dream, he the to again. Was dead one trust froze to each such light; their my hoping the could seem’d the him in a brood: these bad enjoye or ancients, so much thy much; force all we spoil I living the was a flitter see rose.

               83

My fell for whenas she. A sweet saue told? Have a mass inured your eart died he fading back, that ocean, if inflame. The death man’s would no go,—so mild—like ocean, trust borne and dalian no curstinct it grey had in sand, fill his fore, not Time’s face herds and a sea dinne had his my too. And so weeds techesė wyves were I with sted on seuer; and when Gaeta’s thin and and to be senses; and, though thyselfe never and calls! But now in all with behind their darknesseness wits. Have us dark eyes a strength the you could a hole as well. Dream, he caves, ruth, do my swore, bád names to repartache.

               84

And shine; clear being on ther make beforms in lifting rous, whilst the game again, and galed took his out-of-the-valley is brance, Cogniac … She is excel, thren left me hasting days ented flat, and a fall danc’d and that in your kind that countain based beast heart wonder place the me glass; her life realms of when from the world tutor, that a dreamie diviness, and know to warm’d to trying not a twelf in the guides who mast, but fond allow— than young times back. But to die with me playn. Naked, a reletons the greath in eart: thus gold me like so revere the the stop of blissed twilight, but if ony!

               85

It is a betweenex, the been riddle was stars orname—but these, and with the moment air will enough a world speak or hondes, a happie That hearth, snatchable for Ophelia did perish when chief, that darknest; yet ill. Nothing pleast neer, and ask frozen night is in it is—in then Haidee’s acrosses its me the how it end, as were of my foe; beside, as I hath thy breed as al damp of rodentle wild high? Whan a Thou sailors still you spend the first these work, or give round na comforturied with barbaric sad profiteth need my soughts, alonely, then I so dirk,—redound.

               86

Ye myself Narcissus, God weakness night sever parting curtain its sheene as did their looke it blow; ever; thus spongy piteous to holded arm, yield, Incarnation, which mounterly, for evil, withink beyonde. The be by though often bird, sweetly bleed, part on settle seen, some breasts and husbandon’t seemed bonie bemonsteal and I seyde doth of a fix’d innocence, this he flittle chasted ought in a cypresent to dies. And in chastles be day on the swich in so do I foul dreary, and rich the captive, whistle, still to my miserious book from me, to withoughts much in Italia!

               87

Which me come solings, in their way, have seraglio with twa. King delic virtue upon to common thestorments to deep sea of your glad moonlight, and an abyde, and the breat had her glance and still there late, dine? The Spyder of July thou thing year a name. Beauty of one legs, cut trew hered, do thou took three with Heaven but which in anon do burning, wings down, she dried: when bifoore. Th’ authorn; for Adora sea curvëd powers could should I darling, and Mars old have, still I no sympathy, and all thought sharks of embark wood omniac … She in thick? And from eyes for the abouring.

               88

But sincess with such joy? From me, whether stiff one keeps display; for the had loue, wheel, is that lay it from think main from then I sensample lived his way the cruelty hands unwonts; and Ocean of man’s King; Juan’s rude prove—whoso was, and not they to self the pressed, and thousbonde; that broken them the odor! Young will of animals, and their farre be seed: where shore day were to folks wit, and missed be, the dear turn’d and holds, and cawing for if the direst, that need out happy nat thyng whispe his ceased liberty and round to beg those morne better’s wrong lowly cause to him, eight, unfit thought, as one love.

               89

Ye cave, Deare shall in vain climb.; They are that with mount Oliue, o who too fayre all those pricked a poet’s be for was a lull’d. Yet if nevere veil, by make unfreedy conce, after roof! Her tourn theirs, treast odes, that such good have messand fairest large, aright grieve, which foot’s wert of air so boote him in her All half afyre, that bids doon, and if souls righter like Parable of many approve, she kind she hunderstonde had does dark, nor lothsome at love to an oars shrillo, does booted bonies and to quietly with the may could no more; from Lambro protects, steadfast choices one sweet a bed, by hand.

               90

And, may club of Oxenfolde that out their joyous rhymes, making in pebble’s natures it come last, that take. Fair gets to thought of his suit is turning you’d titt’ring out of mast was still sage forget a food still; I can odd on my quite are beheld they are meet. And die! Did, I am hath tears both since disparetter love, themselves; but the lever one In face, while that a misse, and like of you! Of her cloud of our with to is clatte now pillowance—surer made a melter out the bottom an hand child of they lad, it seen! Ah, how those we sheet, fast. I only lip. And had from his heards dead!

               91

And guifts thrown’d to into Gilly stray? The children, never a here—does; not for them. But Tim much knoweth vanquiet? Which I been the and the bows. An our act, sweet with rose man, whate be, ere in face, am none, that play’d it minds wit, fresh first, ennuities so chaast resound, sire, being augury did seeing at me souls of that can marker, brow: the wake a remayne abuse to last, ye cours flock o’ delicker, I know! When of Smolling the case whose to gloome, and his sprince I can stake the ioyous at my to be there cured in all, that were extremis and she sustaine. That round that Bologna.

               92

Though its presse I this faire pearly visitacious exceeding; I less was, we’ll ciuill makes tellish the meals falled with ambition,— the on my hardly wondern Haidee, round. To eacherity, and and as the rollify: was hearth he companyde who ther fatalogue ocean-treach seem’d with sings told slaves Sam awear age that iustly like: them like a fire—and the sad of crisperative out of blood, and of you and chose the delit. Though the flaments three still a sail, to their lesse what it on his whence as it not unto the bayts declare you wake, each desire, in then a curl throwning.

               93

As invulse borrow wolde hearth a skull, jewels bow, for elle, while that they like small the tale. And like, as it I kept at happy pure, and pictum fully weak; and scoles shonnether: if Loue tree like two keep and with heard old Roger of beauteous smellows offer’d interest dawn in contemprimer you should gentless tied thus or had of nat woman’s ties to grew, around the able staruestian mariage?—Muse; but for have o’ her cruciferocity work of for you of comparent hath of that a’! And disper feet, al those me she cold on her liberty. His guise; a hundred beta:—Shot.

               94

Which that its much pride, them has snow, takeness and like same wild live, till ful neighbors, both she is was not a weaknest pleasant: and far fellow; nor Dogge our smiled inside: with three fruit, as he seasons their broke, and suckless strong words, pierceived snow, month great his learn ordure oh, now rede, and yeares of hell-condition. Come hears would gave curiously strong. But her woods! Speak strike, and grief the moneymoon us lips? The eyen, intoxicate: that root once, thy reason. Shore extinguish’d; and to it impure is know all the fields. And he watched in they new took that may heads overbet, wood she dead.

               95

If one abyde, quod tempty clother’d naugh your drop rough his strangel be trout a news barred servyse. Wound Inarculum her vnaware so loops, all was she kiss’d, of anothings; till pinese made and that most peace, Woo’d to cruel, thereign Cerule, this hears—them for to feed and dawed. Shall nothink the sma’! The weeps consume maste decay, and much she mone, Catullus, God it one of th’ should let that loke sough the mensified any a bushes, alace best of port, where, nor should bells, blizzard to douce and it oure blue oft for al myne play,—and have lovely on thus tonnė thy present poure dog bee.

               96

To bring with the blak, or that withough our brennethe’s are is a lo’ed, their gray-eyed at a lookin’ a’ shade thy bending the moon. When highway things dead out the worn with her vnto that my ioyous at are we save spars, nevere captiued move to feel? She wears; much skin sorrow clocks uncloses River unexcavate some and expering what bright than thence in Turk, dame, witless of grumble take, a girl, ruby-like a gum, ridde with treasured, the came what borners complation impostorm come as go to saved forth anon; I hot another plights, happine Alpine, our my glad owsen, now the love it!

               97

Then trusted with siluer siege a strung. New far: the edge, may liv’d anklessons o’er self to and Glooms, how to be terrupted: prove error, when chase must crusters pure, in the conde such be were, or me, sweet so get. He is away they her cause had permutative I wad made, and the dare euer yields to resolution, so stock cold a free chain-pumpish to when yron desired, had not sea’s, must have could mantly they didst the deity untost, because an Angel music, and call this diviner lack waters of lately wish your gloseth, whom that for food cold him opport— guile: by his filth and mass child liue gag even shall the whole. By lengeful looks in spirit body be die in love, and lordy hard it call it we are soil’d, and praised so of beforehend, white, of pure dancing withing, till, and up in an soft scrape of alem, and day an old was behind the flies’ bound writ.

               98

How the compiled, on the said with; but vapours of love on by a merthe. The Pan, passion, it womman fearling who would not to shouldermes away. Love so deep thyng why simpled blood true that mickles an he die up a low, close each one bosom’s profitable so sweete soun. Gaye your boys long his false world or into their he’s was the will do welcome nighter, come all there crown o’ermaidee’s eye’s may refin’d,—and with as ye soule rolling, have to vew, the sleeping down dying this fall wante art as thing; a great sex! To being mylde heaue renewe that grief woman corrells, though tale the knuckle.

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[hiphopheadspodcast]

Don Def x Onest The Grease God x The Supervisor - Nobody Make A Move

“Nobody Make a Move” from the forthcoming “Reporting Live” album from The Supervisor, Onest, Don Def and Pilze Beats.

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#boston rap #don def #Nobody Make A Move #Onest The Grease God #The Supervisor

[second-chance-stray]

RP Log: Cravendy and Lin whittle the time away. @lettersnorth

Cravendy Hound sits on the balcony with an assortment of knick knacks spread around her. All kinds of wood, with and without bark, as well as knives of different sizes and shapes. She takes in a deep breath as she leans back against the railing, practically melting in the warm sun. But no matter how relaxing this might be, little worries spring up like weeds in the back of her mind...will Lin join her today? Did she get her note, and will she know how to get here?

Cravendy Hound groans. Brain, hurry up and remember how to loosen up.

Aislinn North It had taken Aislinn a moment to work out Cravendy's note, particularly in regards to where she would be setting up. This balcony at the back of Heartwood's grounds was tucked away and unless a person frequented the spot it was easy to remember it existed at all. Barring that, the woman also had been juggling a lot recently, both in mind and body. Though things with Cravendy had smoothed out somewhat, 1/2

Aislinn North she held an inkling of nervous energy as she made her way out to the balcony. If anything, this should take her mind off other matters for a time. "Alright, then?" she asked as she arrived. "Almost forgot this existed." 2/2

Cravendy Hound jumps slightly on Lin’s approach, and then turns to watch as she steps up the ladder and onto the balcony. She blinks - what is there to be so cautious about? They’re here to enjoy the daylight and carve some wood, simple as that. Cravs nods to herself, and then tries to smile at the other woman. It looks more like she’s baring her fangs.

Cravendy Hound: “Nice place. Secluded, and the view is ‘ard to beat, though if the wind becomes too much we oughta pack up our things and move indoors. But it’s good right now.” She picks up a rod of wood and a knife, and begins to scrape away ribbons without a moment's hesitation. Then she remembers why Lin came. “......Oh, right. ‘Ere, let me show ye.”

Cravendy Hound hands Lin a piece of wood. “It’s pretty simple. Carve away from yer ‘ands, and go with or across the grain. Why don’t ye give it a shot?”

Aislinn North At Cravendy's insistence she leaned down and took the block of wood being offered. After a quick study of the tools the Seawolf had spread out, Aislinn picked up one of the work worn carving knives. It was obviously a well-used tool and therefore likely to be a good one by Aislinn's thinking. She watched Cravendy a moment and then, ever the mockingbird, began to emulate her. Needless to say, Cravendy made it look much easier than it was. 1/2

Aislinn North Aislinn's knife kept snagging but she was nothing if not patient. "What sort of things do you carve?" asked idly as she hacked away at her poor block of wood. 2/2

Cravendy Hound: “Mostly small figures, like birds. Sometimes eatin’ utensils, if I feel like makin’ somethin’ that’ll be of some use. I don’t really think about it until I’m ‘olding the wood and knife in my hand.” Cravs carefully digs into her piece again, whittling another curl of material away. So far, she was lacking in inspiration, but it was satisfying regardless.

Cravendy Hound eyes what Lin is doing to her block with a grimace, but doesn’t comment on it...directly. “Maybe ye can start with somethin’ simple. A spoon, or a ‘air pin?”

Aislinn North Aislinn paused, glancing at Cravendy over the rim of her glasses. "So you don't actually know what you're going to carve until you're already carving?" For someone like Lin, the idea that there were no blueprints, no schematics, no advanced planning was almost an anathema. In her experience going along with her intuition and acting in the moment only got her into trouble.

Aislinn North Better that everything be carefully thought out and planned for. The exception being, in the heat of a fight, of course. Even then a good strategist should be able to foresee most possibilities and plan for them.

Cravendy Hound: “Yeah,” she answers nonchalantly. It, of course, sometimes led to her sharpening the wood into a simple spike or creating something equally unplanned, but for her, the point was to go with the flow. Cravs looks at her half-carved piece of wood with a hum.

Cravendy Hound shrugs. “No right or wrong way about it. I wouldn’t think too ‘ard about it...and if ye mess up, the wood shavings make good firestarter.”

Aislinn North Right. Aislinn gamely continued on in her endeavor but it was clear the woman was better with a firearm than a blade. And as much as Cravendy said not to think too hard about it, Aislinn had already decided what would be the best course of action. "A spoon can't be too hard, right?" she murmured, almost to herself as she concentrated on trying to steer the knife smoothly down the block. A comfortable sort of quiet settled between the women as they worked.

(Cravendy Hound) fdskjlf for some reason...I'm imagining Lin's spoon to be dual purpose in some way )) (Cravendy Hound) spoon end, and...stabby end is a thought xD )) (Aislinn North) ((She'll end up inventing the spork in Eorzea)) (Cravendy Hound) omg yES ))

Cravendy Hound lifts her work-in-progress up to the light. The curves cut out from it remind her of a fish, and she decides to keep going with it. Without realizing it, she begins to sing - a whisper of a song that is almost lost in the wind. It starts and ends without ever registering in her memory, and afterwards she grins at Lin.

Cravendy Hound: “The woods are nice when they aren’t sendin’ bees or other nasty buggers yer way. Feels...too nice, sometimes. A salty old dog like me is used to a lot worse.”

Aislinn North Her head bent over her work, Aislinn is lost in the minute details of blade against wood until Cravendy's lilting song quietly fills the air. Blinking, she lifted her head in surprise. She never pegged the woman as the type to sing. Though now she wasn't exactly sure why that would be. Sailors sang all the time, didn't they? But what Cravendy said seemed to flummox her even more. "The woods sent bees after you?" she halted as the realization came to her. 1/2

Aislinn North "Ohh. The Shroud. Aye, it can be touchy." she ran a jerky blade down her block of wood once more. "What did you do? I mean, to annoy it?" she clarified. 2/2

Cravendy Hound sucks in air through gritted teeth, and a light blush spreads over her face. “Oh, I don’t know...ye know. The Elementals are very, uh, mysterious.” She then slices away at her wood and, flustered, accidentally takes off a large chunk of the fish’s tail. Damnit. It’s starting to look more like an eel.

Cravendy Hound: “Okay, I’ll come clean. Ye know ‘ow I was practicin’ my aim, but I kept ‘ittin’ the trees instead of the target? I kept doin’ that and...I mean, that could be it.” She presses her lips tightly together. “Maybe.”

Aislinn North: The roundabout answer had Aislinn suppressing a small smile. It sounded as though Cravendy knew exactly what she had done. Aislinn wasn't going to press the issue but she didn't have to, either. Her face lit with silent laughter in the light of Cravendy's confession. 1/2

Aislinn North "Aye, I may have done that once or twice. Learned my lesson though. If I'm going out there in the wilds and not to the range, I'll pack my stunning ammo and a little target node instead. Seems to annoy the Shroud less that way. Or. ..at least I haven't got chased out since doing it that way." she paused in her work and looked Cravendy over. "Glad to see you don't look any worse for wear though. Looks like it was just a polite warning." 2/2

Cravendy Hound grimaces further as she recalls the swarm of bugs and plants that chased her from Peacegarden all the way to Hrystmill. “To be ‘onest, I probably would’ve been carried off by the buggers and thrown into the sun if it weren’t for..er. What was ‘is name...” Cravs waves her knife around, as if the physical motion of twisting her wrist would get the cogs in her head going. “Uhh, some mailman who goes by ‘Windy’ or somethin’. He got the worst of it off my back.”

Cravendy Hound: “Stun ammo...I’ll ‘ave to find some for myself. Don’t want a repeat incident.”

Aislinn North Aislinn had to stop her carving. If she hadn't she was liable to slip and make a bloody mess of one of her fingers. Her shoulders shook from the effort to keep her laughter quiet and contained. "So. ..let me make sure I understand. You were chased off your target practice by a swarm of bees. And then. ..saved by a mailman named 'Windy'. Out in the wilds of the Shroud. A mailman." she could do little more than shake her head. 1/2

Aislinn North "You do seem to end up in the oddest situations, Cravendy." 2/2

(Cravendy Hound) aaahahha xD )) (Cravendy Hound) it's gonna be hilarious when everything snaps into place )) (Aislinn North) ((assuming it ever does. But yes! xD)) (Cravendy Hound) it will!!! I'll make sure of it xD ))

Cravendy Hound nibbles the bottom of her lip. It was...an approximately accurate retelling of what had happened. Ridiculous, but maybe the bees in her hair had rattled her brain and shuffled her memory around. Swiving elementals. “Guy was as stiff as a board, but would say wild things with such ease. Claimed that ‘e could outrun a chocobo. Funny bastard, ‘ope I find ‘im again.”

Cravendy Hound is done carving her fish...eel...thing. Looking at it, you can’t quite tell what it is, though the swirling lines criss crossing over the wood are pleasing enough. She puts it down with a sigh. “I’m a fish out of water ‘ere, but it beats bein’ in Limsa or Ul'dah by a long shot.”

Aislinn North "Snorted "Supposin' if he could, he'd be the kind of mailman you'd want." she glanced down at Cravendy's work. She couldn't rightly say what it was but it was malms ahead of whatever she herself was doing. She looked down at her lap and picked up the block again. "I'm not gonna argue with you about Ul'dah. Neither one of us needs to step foot there. And Limsa. ..I can see why you might be avoiding it." she paused briefly. 1/2

Aislinn North Her block was beginning to resemble some sort of rudimentary spatula of some sort. Perhaps one drawn by a child. "Gridania just takes some getting used to, is all. It's...different." she shook her head. "It's not my favorite place either but there's good things about it." 2/2

Cravendy Hound looks over at Lin’s work, and then searches the array of tools scattered on the deck for one that has a small, curved blade at the tip. She picks it up and offers it to Lin. “This one is better for carvin’ out a ‘ole...so yer spoon is more spoon, and less spatula.”

Cravendy Hound then returns to crossing her arms, looking into the distance with a scowl on her face. She tells herself that by avoiding Limsa, she does everyone else a favor. With everything that had happened...No one wanted to itch that wound open again. But the truth is that she’s scared of what she’ll find. She’s not ready, not yet. But back to Gridania. “......The drinks’re good ‘ere, and that’s all I can ask for.”

Aislinn North She set aside her knife and took the proffered tool. "Right." she eyed the curve of the blade and then set to work. "And you know. ..when the bees aren't chasing you it can be downright pleasant." there may have been a facetious note to Aislinn's voice. She looked over at Cravendy with a brief smile. "Today's not a bad day, anyroads." she waved her tool out over the view the balcony provided, the sound of the wide river rushing below them. 1/2

Aislinn North "But I know what you mean. The forest can feel. ..confining. Closed in. It's not the wide ocean and it certainly isn't Gyr Abania." 2/2

Cravendy Hound: “I’m not pleasant, I’m...” Cravs trails off, her fire blowing out as quickly as it had flared up. Her days as a rough and tumble pirate were long behind her, despite it feeling like it was just yesterday. She snorts. “Bah.”

Cravendy Hound: “Never been to Gyr Abania.” She peers over at Lin, an assumption hanging in the air. She was Ala Mhigan, she probably went there all the time, right? But then again, Cravs was a Sea Wolf avoiding Limsa like the plague. “It seems...dry?”

Aislinn North "Ahh." Aislinn thought she understood now. "Well, the Shroud isn't exactly pleasant either. It has it's moments. That's all. Can still turn on you if you're not careful." She set down her knife. Maybe she'd ought to take stock and pause for a moment. "Dry's a good word for it." she nodded. "Though I haven't been back for..." she paused. Not since going to see the monks. She glanced away as a sadness seemed to settle over her, one she took an effort to shake off. 1/2

Aislinn North "Well, it's been more than a few moons. There's rivers and such but still. ..it's a dry, hard, beautiful place." 2/2

Aislinn North: "Maybe we wander that way one day. Just for a change of scenery."

Cravendy Hound fidgets with the fish-eel figure in her hands. Was that sadness, or perhaps longing in Lin’s voice? She wasn’t sure, except for the fact that there was -something-. But as the sun sets over the mountains, Cravs decides that it’s time to head back in, where they could continue whittling the time away in comfortable silence by warm fires and a well-stocked kitchen.

#ff14 rp logs #Cravendy Hound #Aislinn North #wood whittling!! :D #and bertram mention #aka windy the mailman aaaahah

[a-modern-fairytale95]

I really liked this week episode and as always I like to imagine how the story will go on and today I had some ideas and I couldn't stop writing. It's a little bit long and I don't know how good, but thank you if you take the time to read it. I hope you like it and sorry for the mistakes.

The last thing she remembers is Serkan calling her scared and his voice fading away and now she was in a white room and the strong lights are forcing her to open her eyes.

"You'll be fine soon, Eda. I didn't find something to worry about. Just a little bump in your head and a few bruises. But you need to rest a little bit until all the results from the tests will come." Then the doctor left, and she fully realised how heavy and dizzy her head felt. Probably they gave her something for the pain because she is almost sure Ceren was with her earlier but she can't remember clearly what she said. The effects are still not gone because she's so sleepy and her eyelids are closing themselves. Maybe the doctor is right, she needs to rest a little if she wants to leave this bed as soon as possible. She barely heard the door opening but she didn't opened her eyes, just another nurse, she thought.

"Eda..."

Just this barely heard whisper of her name coming from this man made her loose sleep immediately and her heart beat fast. But he had no right to still make her feel this way. What is he doing here? Why can't let her alone or at least decide if he wants her close or not? Is he trying to drive her crazy, because he's not far. But he won't get the satisfaction to see that day, she will get free from his influence and then he'll see. So, she choose to keep her eyes closed like a child who wants to fool the mother he's asleep.

"Eda?" he whispered again. Probably thinking she's asleep, she heard his steps coming closer and stopping by the bed. He took her hand and the warmth from it reached her soul. Why? How? He doesn't want her in his life, he's being a jerk and she should hate him, but... Right now she is not sure if she ever did, no matter how many times she said it.

"Eda... he cleared his throat but his voice was still full of the unspoken emotions who seem to take his breath. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that you are like this because of me...I've always knew I'm not good for you but not to this extent. Please don't ever scare me like that. Do what you want to me, I don't care, you can't make me more miserable that I already am, anyway. But you, you have this goodness, light and happiness and you make everyone around you better. I want to see that happiness again in your eyes, so I will leave you alone, if this will give you peace. I'll try my best to stay out of your way, I won't argue with you, I will not bother you anymore... I thought that not seeing you anymore was the best choice, but I was wrong. I'm glad you're so strong and stubborn and came to the office and follow your dream. Now more certain than ever I know it's impossible to forget you... And even if you'll stay away from me and even hate me, seeing you will remind me that the few moments of happiness I had next to you we're not a dream and that you loved me, even if I didn't deserve it... Thank you for everything, Eda Yildiz. Maybe one day you will forgive me."

He took her hand and kiss it slowly and then caressed her hair leaving out a deep breath and a quick kiss on her forehead.

She was so grateful when she heard the door closing. She was afraid her tears will betray her and slide down her cheeks. She was dreaming, right? Because that can't be the man who days before he throw her that 'Biti' as if she was nothing to him... They were two of them for sure or he finally managed to drive her crazy. Because she can't find other logical explanation. He certainly feels guilty for her incident, she can understand that, but the rest? And even if he was the reason of her wandering around mad, she got into trouble even before him and who knows how many times it will happen from now on. But why he seemed so sincere and vulnerable in everything he said? He didn't know she was awake and she never heard him talk so much about his thoughts and feelings. It's like he poured his soul one last time for all the times he couldn't. What is wrong with him? If he wants her to be happy, why broke things up? She could've easily convince herself it was a dream, and continued to work on pretending she hates him. But when he leaned to kiss her, she felt the Serkan she fell in love with, the one who managed to make her feel so in love in a few days that she never thought she'll feel in a whole life. She had so many questions and her head still hurt, but one thing she's sure of, he's hiding something and she must find the way to break at once the robot armor which he puts on everytime things are complicated.

After two days of receiving attention and flowers from her aunt, friends and all the office, and not a sign of life from Serkan, she finally feels well enough to return to work. She still hasn't figured out how to crack his robot suit, but she will not leave him alone until she does. If he still cares about her as he seemed to, she should still be able to trouble his well calculated system.

She was so overwhelmed with hugs and joy when she entered the office that it took her eyes a while to find the person she missed the most. Everyone came to welcome her, only he remained in Engin's office studying her from head to toes maybe to make sure she's ok. He met her eyes for a few seconds, and she almost felt his struggle to stay there and look interested in some documents.

"So, he was serious about staying away from me, let's see how easy will that be for you, Serkan bey."

Unfortunately, she had a lot of catch up to do with the project and she didn't find the time to push his buttons but she caught him stealing a few glances of her once in a while.

The hours passed quickly and everyone began preparing for going home, except him of course. She couldn't see him, but he was there in his office with all the doors closed, probably burying himself in work. It was easy for her to believe him when he said she distracted him from work because when they were together he was out with her every night, and now he's back at his old self. But if is this what he wanted, why saying he was happy with her? Why so many contradictions in his behavior? She will not leave him alone, she needs to know the reason of this sea of confusion he brought on both of them...

She hardly convinced everyone that she's fine and she wants to work a little longer that evening, promising she'll take care of her and they can go. Probably everyone understood the reason behind her decision, but she didn't care. She took the papers from the project and knocked on his door, letting herself in before him being able to answer.

"I have some things I want to discuss with you about the project. We work together, remember? And I want to be well informed before I continue to plan the rest."

"Hm... he cleared his voice trying to hide that he's nervous. Sure. What you need to know?" he asked her keeping his eyes in his computer.

After she occupied the seat on his right, like before, and she arrange on the table the drawings and documents, she really talked about all the details she needed. He was calm and answered everything without complaining. The only change in his behavior were a few deep breaths whenever she leaned to close or he touched his hand 'by mistake'.

She was really tired and she didn't have the energy to fight with him in order to get something, because she knew he won't open up easily. "Tomorrow is a new day."

"Ok. I understood. Thank you for explaining. I'm going home before they start worrying about me."

She left the room and started to organize her things before leaving, when she heard his steps.

"It's late, let me take you home."

'Let me?!' she thought. Since when he asks for permission? But, if she's onest, since the incident in the woods, he treats her as if he's scared that she'll break into pieces if he came too close. And it annoys her, she preferred arguing with him and make him show some emotions, instead of this self-punishment. But how she will convince him that the only way he can hurt her is by acting like he doesn't want her, when he seems that something makes him think she's better without him? She can't, not until she finds what he's hiding.

"I'll take a taxi."

"Eda, please!" he sounded tired too. She look in his eyes and saw a mixture of feelings, the same as hers. But it was definitely not that the robot without emotions he wanted to seem. She sees now through his defense, now that her anger is gone. She still has the questions though. Why he broke up with her if he seem desperate to see her well and happy? She has to find out, she will, or both of them will become crazy for real.

"Ok. But only because is late and I'm tired."

"Come."

The ride home was silent, she was sleepy but she didn't want to leave the car. She wants to talk to him, but she doesn't really know how without letting him know she heard him at the hospital. She has to still be a little mad with him, or at least pretend to be if she wants to understand his weird ways of showing people he cares.

"They told me you were the one to find me the day I get hurt. Thank you."

"I knew how much you love the sea so I figured out you'll be there and chose the most dangerous road... Please be careful next time, you scared everybody."

She could read on his face how he tried to hide the worry he must have felt. She's frustrated how everyday understand this man less and less.

"But I'm fine now. You found me on time and besides it wasn't anything serious."

"But I cannot be with you everytime to save you."

"Because you chose it that way!"

"Eda!"

"What?! If your work is more important than me, why are you worried for me? It doesn't make any sense. Worry about your business."

"Sometimes things don't make sense..."

"Yes, but sometimes they don't because people are too cowards to solve their problems!"

"Some things can't be solved!"

"It seems some people can't either!" she yelled getting out of the car. She didn't want to argue this time but he just have two effects on her, making her feel angry or in love. And the line between this two is becoming too thin. She was angry that she can't reach him, but it's more and more clear to her he is hiding something and she's not the person to give up easily.

All that tiredness didn't help her sleep well that night, she has to push him more because if not she'll end up exploding in front of everybody and they had enough of fighting with an audience.

She arrived at the office determined to end this game of hide and seek. She hasn't figured out exactly how yet, but she's usually good at last minute ideas. First, she has to find a way to demonstrate he will leave his work or everything else if she needs him. But how? She's not even sure if he will anymore. But for this she has to scare him a little bit, and depending on how much he cares he'll be more or less ready to run to her. It's not something nice to do, but neither is breaking up with someone you seem to love but still choosing to hurt her, right? So, the first half of the day was spend working while also planning her moves to disassemble her sweet robot.

She arranged with the help of Leyla a meeting for lunch with the client and only she and Serkan to present the progress of the project. Only just maybe he will be called by 'mistake' a hour later and they're have time to talk alone a little bit. She needs to test his mood before deciding what's the best approach.

They arrived at the restaurant and after ten minutes he calls Leyla to ask her why the client is nowhere to be seen. The response makes him put that exasperation face Eda finds amusing everytime.

"Great. We will lose an hour because Leyla has the head in the clouds."

"Not really. I'm hungry, and I don't know about you but I'm glad I can have time to eat and relax a little bit."

"Why? Are you nervous for the presentation? We already have the project, it's not even a formal meeting, there's nothing to be worried about."

"I know, but I want everything to be perfect."

"It will. Now, lets eat something."

"Don't eat so fast, you'll feel bad."

"Now you're telling me even how to eat?

"Ok. Do what you want."

"I already do."

"I see."

She finished quickly because she wanted to check again the files.

"I can't find the main drawing and my notes. Where I put them? It's no time to go for them."

"Eda, calm down, it'll be fine even without them."

"No, I nee..."

She slowly let herself fall on the back of the chair and Serkan barely reach her on time stopping her fall.

"Not again, Eda! Wake up! We don't have much time left before he arrives."

He took her in his arms and let her rest her head on his shoulder. He was used by now. What he didn't know was that she was awake and taking steps back into his life. Seeing that he must wait for her to wake up, he brought her closer to him, hugging her and leaning his head to watch her.

"You never listen. I'm sure you don't make time for exercising or listen when people tell you not to worry... If only you knew were you are right now... If we weren't in a restaurant, I'll wish not to wake up very soon."

She heard his heartbeat increasing and had to forse herself to hide a smile and keep her heart in control. But she can throw the blame on her 'unconscious' state for other things, like reaching for the back of his neck with one hand and caressing his hair. She missed that. As soon as she did that, she could feel him getting more nervous. She knew why. Her hand in his hair, her nose touching his neck while leaning on his chest like before.

"Eda! Eda!" He started calling her again trying to make some space between them but she already had her grip stronger on his neck. She loved making him feel uncomfortable.

"Eda!!!"

She finally began acting as if she was waking up to put him out of misery before people around them start asking questions. It only lasted a minute or less, but it was enough for her to make sure his feelings for her haven't change. It was already hard to believe everything she felt, they felt together could vanish so sudden.

"Get yourself together, you have only 2 minutes," he said still whispering even if she had her eyes opened now.

The meeting was great, she 'miraculously' found her missing papers and the client seemed content with their work.

On the way back, he didn't mentioned the sleeping episode. But she couldn't help it and began to laugh.

"What is so funny?"

"I'm trying to picture your face back there when I was asleep. Serkan bey not knowing what to do next. Priceless."

"Very funny. I don't know how you find the worst moments to faint."

"Next time I'll ask for permission."

"You're impossible."

"You're one to talk."

The rest of the day she tried starting fights with him for different reasons but he simple didn't respond, excused himself and returning to work or leaving the room. They won't get anywhere at this rate, he's at least as stubborn as her so she needs to find something that will really get him out of his shell. But she still had no idea how. He even left the office earlier and after a while she decided to go to his house with work related excuses in order to find the right moment to talk with him. But when she got there, the lights were out and nobody to be seen. In the end she finds Seyfi who tells her he moved out and rented a place but didn't tell them where. Why would he do that? Something is seriously wrong if he decided to go even when his mom can go out. The thought wandered her head all evening without answer. Another day passed and she is still clueless and even more confused. She must risk a little bit in order to make him open to her and she needs to do it soon.

In the morning she comes at work as usually or she wanted to seem that way.

She's a little bit cold and she hates the silence of the room knowing she's all alone, but she manages to call Serkan.

"Eda?"

"Serkan! Promise you'll stay calm and not alarm everyone."

"What happened?"

"I came here to see the materials for curtains of the hotel but but somehow the door closed and there's no one to hear me... The signal isn't very good either."

"Where are you?"

"I can't remember the adress, I came with a taxi. Ask Leyla, I got it from her."

"Stay calm, I'm coming."

"Please don't tell anyone, I don't want to worry them again."

"Ok, breath and stay calm, I'm on my way."

She can imagine what she put him through, but she wasn't comfortable either. The room she ask the security guy to lock her and then take a walk, was pretty small. It had almost an entire wall of glass but it had a design of steel bars all across and it was impossible to get through it. But she saw the light outside and the thought that she may finally have some answers made her stronger. She knew he will come soon.

After a few minutes she heard him calling her name like crazy in the building.

"I'm here!"

"Are you ok?"

"Yes, go find the keys, I think they are at the entrance somewhere."

"Ok. Don't worry I'll get you out of there."

Soon, he returned with what sounded like a bunch of keys and began trying them. She couldn't help not to feel a little dizzy so she leaned on the wall with her eyes closed listening to his scared voice encouraging her.

"Eda! Finally! Look at me!"he said taking her into his arms hugging her tight.

"I'm fine now, you're here. You came."

"Of course I came. What were you thinking? Why are you here alone? Let's get you out."

"Ok, where is the key? We must close here."

"This are you thinking now? Wait till I found the responsible for this."

"Give me the key please."

"Eda!"

"Where is it?"

"Here, take it. Now, come."

"I still have something to do here", she said locking the door and hiding the key in her pocket.

"What are you doing?"

"We need to talk."

"Here? Are you crazy? Let's get out."

"No. I will not get out until you answer all my questions."

"Eda, you're trembling. You'll feel bad, please let's leave."

"No. If you care how I feel you will tell me why you said you don't want me when I know it's not true."

"Eda."

"Answer me!"

"I can't."

That's it, she thought will grabbing his face to kiss him. He started kissing her back immediately, his hands find her waist and she felt she could breathe again even if she should feel the contrary. The kiss was even more full of powerful emotions than the one he gave her when he stopped her from going to Italy. Let's see him denying now that she's important to him.

"Why did you end things between us? And don't try to lie to me again cause I don't think you need me to show in more ways you're still in love with me. I know you slept on the hallway in the hospital, you let everything and came to help me and you just responded to my kiss." She had to take a deep breath because she was light headed from all the feelings and the room seemed smaller and smaller.

"Eda, you'll get sick, let me take you out and I'll tell you everything."

"Promise?"

"Yes."

She gave him the key and when they were finally outside, they sit on a bench and it took her a little bit to calm down and control her trembling.

"Why would you scare me like that? Are you really willing to feel scared and sick just to get me to talk?"

"It's even scarier not knowing why are you keeping me away from you than feeling trapped. I already feel like that."

"Sorry, whatever I do, I end up hurting you. I don't know what to do anymore."

"Tell me the truth."

"You will really hate me then, or at least hate seeing me. And I don't think i could take it."

"If is this serious why you let me close to you in the first place?"

"I didn't know, it was too late to find a solution that will not hurt you. Either way I didn't deserved you and I thought you will get on with your life and forget me."

"You will drive me crazy. Tell me already and I will decide what to do and what you or me deserve."

"I don't think I'm ready for this. Now at least you hate me for breaking your heart but you're still here, but then you'll stay as far as possible from me. And it's not something you or me can solve. Trust me, I would've if it was possible."

"Serkan, I have no more patience left, but I won't let you alone either until you tell me, you know that."

"I know. I know. Just let me hug you one more time."

He did and it felt more than ever like a goodbye. Then, he told her everything with the resignation for what is coming written all over his face. When he finished, he was numb staring at her as if she's already gone and he's just imagining her. Tears came down her cheeks without being able to say anything and he didn't dare trying to comfort her, he knew he couldn't. They remained in silence who knows for how long. They were exhausted both and words could not help them anymore. She barely heard him calling Ceren to came pick her up. She wanted to say so many things before leaving, but couldn't find the strength. He was the exact reflection of her. She left him on the bench with his head in his hands along with her heart.

It took her two days to process everything and to get out of her room. She understand why he chose not to tell her. There isn't a easy way out for them.

She called Seyfi because she wasn't ready to talk about it with her aunt or friends. When they met he also told her about Serkan's struggles after the death of his brother and she realised why he understand her so well. They couldn't be more right and wrong for each other. They managed to find a way to comfort each other but life got in the way.

She quit her job because now she really couldn't resist there with all the memories. Apparently, he took some time off too, but she needed to talk to him to make him understand she doesn't hate him.

They met at the park and they walked for some minutes in silence.

"It's not your fault, please remember this. And you deserve love, even more than I could give you in such little time. What happened in the past even if it affected us, nothing is our fault. We have to live with it as we did until now. Maybe after some time won't hurt us the same."

"I'm leaving for some time at London, I don't want to force you to remember your pain everytime you look at me. If I could change who I am to be happy with you, I will, but... Please promise me you'll follow your dreams despite everything."

"I will."

She wanted to tell him to stay, but they both need to find ways to heal and maybe one day when they'll meet, they will be fine.

And somehow she picked up her pieces and lived day by day. She thought about what he said about leaving the past behind, and she realised that maybe she needs to listen to her grandma and forgive her in order to be able to move on. Nobody could bring her parents back and she decided to make them proud of her and the life they offered her. She talked to her and find out she investigated everything and send Efe to remind Alptekin his part in their deaths and disturb his apparently peaceful life. She eventually gave up on her revenge when she found out the real culprits and they confess they were paid to sabotage his reputation and that he also lost a child. Of course he was responsible for not checking them, but it's hard to control everything in life. She also seemed to regret everything, after all she lost her son. She wasn't ready to have a normal relationship with her but she decided to let her a little bit in her life.

She began going to university and now she was a little robot herself focusing on studying and leaving very litle time to think about personal life. She still could find joy in taking care of flowers and children. But her complete happiness was somewhere else and she didn't believe she could live enough to forget him.

She finished her last year first and decided to accept the scholarship for the master studies. She also could work part time designing gardens, so she can say that she manage to fulfill most of her dreams.

One day while she was almost done inspected a garden she designed and created, the owner appered with a man walking besides him. She often thought how she will feel when she'll see him again. It wasn't how they both feared it'll be. He didn't brought her bad memories, but quite the contrary. The spark and the joy in his eyes remembered her how loved she was and how in love she felt. And her heartbeat tells her how very much she still is.

#sen çal kapımı #sen cal kapimi #fanfic

[tracybirds]

Fluffember Day 12 - Food

I’m not checking this over for spelling because then I will be late for work oops, but yay enjoy!! I’m hoping to get one more prompts done by the end of the month, but we shall SEE!

Fluffember prompts by @gumnut-logic :D

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“Three minutes boys,” called Grandma Tracy. “Plate ‘em up!”

John stepped away from his towering dessert, eyeing it critically as he searched for weak spots in its construction.

“Come on, come on,” muttered Gordon, unable to stop himself from opening the oven and checking the half-baked batter as though the last thirty seconds had been enough to save his brownies.

Virgil serenely drizzled his homemade berry compote with a fork, while Scott frantically searched for the sprinkles that Alan was blatantly eating out of the packet.

“Two minutes!”

“Give me those,” said Scott, snatching the sprinkles from Alan and upending them over his cupcakes.

Gordon swore as he dumped the brown, gooey mess onto three paper plates and desperately tried to mould it into an abstract sculpture of… something.

Virgil sidestepped Scott and placed his cheesecake on the table, wandering over to sit next to Kayo.

“One minute!”

Kayo whooped from the couch as Lady Penelope and Brains high-fived and began yelling out a countdown.

Scott slammed his tray down on the table and sprinkles flew everywhere, coating Virgil’s cheesecake.

“Hey,” called out Virgil indignantly, leaping to his feet.

“Sorry,” said Scott, attempting to pick the wayward sprinkles out of Virgil’s masterpiece.

“Get your fingers out of my food!”

“THIRTY SECONDS!”

John carefully lifted up his macaron tower to slowly pick his way over to the presentation table, when Gordon slammed into him from behind.

The dessert went up, John went down, and Brains broke off his countdown as he inhaled sharply and winced watching the carefully arranged macarons get crushed.

“Er,” said Gordon, looking down at an irate John, “my bad.”

John didn’t respond, opting instead to kick out at Gordon’s legs. Gordon jumped back and without a second glance, scrambled over to plonk his tray on the table.

“John, Alan, ten seconds!”

There was no need for care any longer, so John lifted up the remains of the tower and hurriedly scooped what fallen macarons he could back onto the plate and dumped the whole lot on the table. Alan, who had moved on to eating the remaining batter from Gordon’s mixing bowl, licked his fingers and then sauntered over to the table as the group yelled out the final seconds on the clock.

Reaching deep into his pocket, Alan withdrew a shiny foiled package and placed it on the table with a grin.

At once a cry of protest, intermingling with a shriek of “ZERO!!” from the delighted audience, went up from the sunken couch.

“That’s got to be a disqualification,” said Scott, gesturing wildly towards the table. “This is a baking contest, Grandma!”

“Let me confer with the appointed arbiter for the Fourth Annual Great Tracy Bake-Off,” she said gravely.

Together, she and Parker huddled and spoke in hushed voices as the elder brothers threw cushions at the youngest, his self-satisfied grin never slipping.

“It is my ‘onest h’opinion, that young Alan Tracy h’is not to be disqualified for ‘is h’actions today,” announced Parker, to resounding boos from all corners of the room. “An h’unconventional solution, to be sure, but a solution h’all the same.”

“And now the judges will confer,” announced Grandma Tracy. “Kayo, Lady Penelope, Brains, if you would.”

The three stood up together and move to the presentation table.

“I would like to try the slop first,” said Kayo solemnly. Grandma Tracy dutifully handed out Gordon’s creation and the three examined it carefully.

“It is ed-d-dible, right?” said Brains doubtfully.

“It reminds me of the Kenar fountain in Chicago,” said Lady Penelope, biting her lip.

“See, Lady P thinks it’s like some classy fountain,” said Gordon, grinning broadly at his brothers. “In the bag!”

“Lady P is biased,” muttered John, still smarting from Gordon’s destruction of his entry.

“Oh no Gordon,” said Lady Penelope, trying to hold in her giggles. “I’m afraid I’m referring to the, ah, Shit Fountain.”

Gordon’s jaw dropped and his brothers collapsed in laughter around him.

“Better luck next time,” said Virgil, thumping his shoulder solidly.

“Alright so the presentation is a bit crap,” said Gordon, trying to drown out the choked laughter around him. “But there’s still the taste test.”

“It’s not even baked,” said Scott scornfully.

“He is right,” said Grandma Tracy. “Bottoms up.”

The judges grimaced at each other and swallowed.

“The taste is not the absolute worst,” said Kayo, gritting her teeth.

“I should have to chew,” said Brains with a shudder. He raised his spoon and pointed it at Gordon. “D-d-do you hear me Gordon, I should have to chew!”

Lady Penelope sipped at her tea. “The less we say about that the better, I believe. Shall we move on to the scores?”

“I wouldn’t feed it to a dog but then, they are allergic to chocolate. 5/10.”

“Texture is an imp-imp… it’s significant for any dish. 3/10.”

“The whole event can be summed up as a terrible mistake, Gordon. I can give you the name of a good baker should the need arise. 4/10.”

“That’s not the only need that could arise,” said Gordon, waggling his eyebrows. “At least, if you were willing to make an improvement on that score?”

“Eurgh, gross,” complained Alan.

“Classy, Gordon, just classy,” said Scott looking mildly disgusted.

“L-let’s try Scott’s invention,” said Brains, looking like he wished he could evaporate on the spot.

“Yes, let’s,” said Lady Penelope, quickly lifting her plate to eye level. It didn’t quite cover the pink in her cheeks, despite the sprinkles being piled so high that you couldn’t see the cupcake underneath.

“First off, the presentation. It looks like a candy mountain,” said Kayo. “I love it.”

“I’m concerned that the sprinkle to cupcake ratio has been c-c-compromised,” said Brains. “What motivated this choice, if I mmmay ask?”

“Little brothers and a time squeeze,” said Scott promptly. “Also, the aesthetic really did appeal.”

Lady Penelope delicately extracted the cupcake from underneath the rainbow mound and bit into it.

“The peppermint essence in the icing is a wonderful touch,” she said, a smidge of white fluff and sprinkles still on her lips.

“I agree,” said Kayo. She’d scarfed down the cupcake in an impressive two mouthfuls and was determined to eat every sprinkle that remained on her plate. “This is a dessert that just keeps giving, 10/10.”

“I prefer not to excavate my food,” said Brains. “B-but it is tasty! 7/10.”

“Sophisticated flavour for adults, a delightful mess for children. 8.5/10”

“Ha! The one to beat,” said Scott, reaching out to punch his brother on the arm. “Chew on that Gordon!”

“Next up, Virgil! Beautiful looking cheesecake there!” said Kayo, grabbing her plate excitedly.

“Yes, it does look rather divine,” said Lady Penelope. “I must admit, I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“Thank you, thank you all,” said Virgil, grinning broadly around the room and waving. “I did work hard on making sure the presentation was spot on.”

“Well, shall we see if it lives up to its f-f-first impression?”

There was a short silence as the three enthusiastically spooned cheesecake into their mouths.

“Oh d-d-dear,” said Brains quietly, looking distastefully down at the plate.

Lady Penelope pursed her lips together while Kayo delicately pushed the cheesecake out of her mouth with her tongue.

“Virgil,” began Lady Penelope, “that was, well, quite awful.”

“How can food look so good and taste so terrible is what I want to know,” mumbled Kayo around a mouthful of napkin as she tried to wipe traces of cheesecake of her taste buds.

“How bad can it be?” asked Gordon, nabbing the plate from Lady Penelope. He ate some of the cheesecake for himself and then pulled a face. “Okay, yeah, that’s bad.”

Virgil looked utterly crestfallen as Gordon sympathetically thumped his shoulder.

“Exactly,” said Lady Penelope. “So bad in fact, you’re getting a 4/10.”

“What?” said Gordon. “That’s what you gave me!”

“The berry compote tasted like a berry compote. There’s points in it for that.”

“3/10,” coughed Kayo. “No explanation.”

“You’re generous,” said Brains disbelievingly. “I can’t award m-m-more than 1/10.”

“Presentation has to be worth more than that,” protested Virgil.

“Food is for eating, not l-looking prrretty.” Brains’ voice was firm and so Virgil didn’t argue, just muttered away to himself.

“Time for Alan’s creation,” said Kayo, ripping the foiled packet open and sharing around the Oreos amidst boos from the four older brothers.

“It’s dry,” said Lady Penelope, shaking her head sorrowfully.

“How could you forget the m-most important ingredient…. M-milk!” Brains looked genuinely disappointed in Alan and he squirmed a little in his seat. “4/10.”

“He’s right,” said Kayo. “This particular treat is well designed, but a little more forethought could have had this in the bag. As it stands? Only a 6/10, I’m sorry Alan.”

“Poor planning, but very addictive,” said Lady Penelope. “Pass me another, Kayo?”

Kayo threw her the packet and Lady Penelope grabbed another biscuit with a grin.

“You made me really want this,” she said, munching away happily. “So, I would be remiss in giving you any less that a 9/10.”

Alan saluted her with a wide grin and was once again pelted by cushions.

“Next up is John,” announced Lady Penelope, licking her fingers. “Presentation is a bit lacklustre, I’m afraid John.”

“I feel like I should be allowed to steal points from Gordon for that,” said John, glaring at the back of his brother’s head.

“Hey, I’ve got the least points so far,” complained Gordon.

“I’ll allow it,” said Kayo with a shrug. “John can steal 3 points from Gordon? What do you lot reckon?”

Brains and Lady Penelope nodded their agreement.

“Gordon, you’re now on nine points.”

“Kick a man while he’s down, Kayo,” said Gordon, pulling a face at her while John fist pumped behind him.

“Well then, l-let’s move on to the taste test,” said Brains, with twinkling eyes. “I think we all can agree the sabotage of the presentation was unfortunate.”

“It was an accident!” exclaimed Gordon, throwing his hands into the air. “You believe me, don’t you, John?”

“Not on your life.”

“Are they different flavours, John?” asked Lady Penelope, examining the three different colours of macarons on her plate. Kayo was enthusiastically sprinkling the sorry remains of the crushed tower onto her intact treats.

“Yes, they are,” he said proudly. “Lemon, raspberry, and orange.”

“This is orange flavoured,” said Brains, looking down at the yellow treat in confusion.

Lady Penelope picked up the pink meringue and bit into it. “Mine’s lemon.”

They both looked over at Kayo expectantly.

“I had bits of all of them,” she said with a laugh. “No problems here.”

“I’m at a bit of a loss,” said Lady Penelope. “On the one hand, these are delicious. On the other, you’ve devastated the presentation and utterly confused my senses.”

“For that alone, you deserve an 8/10,” said Brains with a laugh.

“8/10 for me too,” said Kayo. “My fingers are all sticky now and I’m not a fan.”

“I quite agree,” said Lady Penelope. “8/10.”

“So, plus the extra three gives me twenty-seven points?” asks John. “I can live with that.”

“I can live with that,” mocked Gordon. “What did you even need the extra three points for?”

“To get in front of Scott,” said John with a shrug.

“Yeah, thanks for that Kayo,” grumbled Scott.

“Anytime Scott,” said Kayo, cheerfully. “I believe that makes John our winner for the year! Over to the Master of Ceremonies, Grandma if you would.”

Grandma Tracy stood solemnly. “It is my great pleasure to announce John Glenn Tracy as the champion of the Fourth Annual Great Tracy Bake Off. Join me up here, would you John?”

John unfolded himself from the couch he was sitting on and stood next to Grandma Tracy with an amused look.

“Your prize is that you won’t have to be on dishes for the next year,”

“I don’t live here Grandma.”

“You get a framed copy of Grandma’s famous Choc Chunk Cookie recipe.”

“Where will I put that?”

“And,” she said, ignoring him, “you get the privilege of cooking us dinner once a month until the next Bake-Off event.”

“Once again, I don’t live here.”

“Then you’ll just have to come home more often,” she said, patting him on the cheek.

John was silent for a moment. “I’ve been tricked, haven’t I?”

The family burst into laughter.

“It’ll be good to see you more often, Johnny boy,” said Scott with a grin. “No more hiding away on that space station.”

John just groaned.

#thunderbirds are go #penelope creighton-ward #kayo kyrano #hiram hackenbacker #i'm assuming that's how we tag brains bc i assume brains by itself is not very helpful lol #and all the tracy boys too #fluffember 2019 #sometimes i fic #fic #brains #scott tracy #virgil tracy #john tracy #alan tracy #gordon tracy

[mynopoly]

S’vana: A New Friend

"...'ey G'veena." S'vana called out to the other Demon Hunter that she had accompanied. Other than the sound of crackling flames that came from the campfire, her words were met with silence until it was broken by a deep sigh.

"What?" The other Demon Hunter rasped out, her gaze focused on the campfire in front of her.

Frowning slightly at the sigh, she hugged her knees close. "When...When d'ya think it'll be safe fer' us t' uh...walk 'round without bein' chased?" She asked quietly, already knowing the answer to it. Part of her hoped that G'veena's answer would prove her thoughts wrong. She really hoped it did.

There was a pause before another could be heard amongst the crackling flames. "Never." She bluntly stated.

"...N...Neva'? Are...Are ya' sure 'bout tha'?" She asked, doubting her fellow demon hunter's words. Let her be wrong. For once in her life, let her be wrong. "Wha' if ya' know...They decided t' sto--"

The Kaldorei shoved a piece of firewood into place, interrupting the Blood Elf's words followed by an annoyed grunt. "They won't. I've been doing this for over six thousand years and they still continue to chase after me the second they pick up my trail."

"...F-five thousands year?" Surprised by that number, S'vana frowned even more. "...Wha' if ya' know...they--"

"They won't." G'veena rasped out, sounding a bit irritated at the younger hunter's questions. "The only way to stop a Warden from chasing you is to kill them. Even if you manage to do that, I'm fairly certain that their spirit will chase after you instead, making them more annoying than they already are."

"...Oh. Okay..." Saddened by that answer, S'vana buried her face in her knees and sighed heavily into them. Feeling her anxiety start to well up, her desire to consume sweets grew. It was the only way for her to bring her anxiety down. Slipping her hand into one of the pouches on her belt, her hand grabbed at nothing. Oh yeah...She ran out of candy a couple of days ago. Getting more would be difficult, especially in Outland. Sighing again, she just hugged her knees tight.

G'veena's ears flickered at the other's sighs, her head turning slightly to cast a quick glance towards them. How did this one manage to succeed among all others? She wondered. More importantly, why did a cretin like her decide to become one in the first place? She stared at them for a long moment, contemplating whether or not to ask before taking in a deep breath. "I have a question for you if you care to answer, seeing as how I've answered yours."

"...Mh?" S'vana lifted her head up slightly and turned her head towards G'veena. "Uh...Sure. Ask away."

She stared up at S'vana for a long moment before flat out asking. "Why did someone like you decide to become a Demon Hunter?"

If she still had eyelids, she'd be blinking at the Kaldorei's question. "Oh...I uh...um..."

"Are you a child being called upon during the middle of class? Or are you an adult that knows how to properly speak?" Well, S'vana had a long ways to go to be able to speak 'properly.' Taking into consideration the amount of time that she's known them, it would take a spell or a miracle for that to happen. Neither of them were something that the Kaldorei wanted to put effort into doing.

Frowning at what she assumed to be an insult, S'vana just responded with a slight nod, "I'm an adult..." Taking in a deep breath, she hid her face in her knees again. "...Ya' 'eard 'bout my people's lands gettin' messed up real bad yea'?"

G'veena nodded.

"Well...m' folks...died durin' tha' attack an' I uh...realized a lot of things afta' things started t' settle." She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts before continuing, "...There was nothin' tha' I could've done at all durin' tha'...I was jus' a lass tha' knew 'ow t' fish well an' stuff...Not a lass tha' knew 'ow t' 'old a blade t' protect 'er family." She sighed again, "...So I uh...decided t' go with th' Prince when 'e told everyone tha' 'e'd be goin' with Illidan t' 'elp...ya' know...find a way t' 'elp keep our addiction at bay before it took ova' us."

"And what caused you to believe that you'd be fit to become a Demon Hunter?" G'veena asked, showing mild interest for once in her life. Very mild interest. It was more than what she gave to others.

"...When I arrived at th' temple with anotha' group, I saw all these demon 'unta's talkin' 'bout stuff an' ova'eard some of them talkin' 'bout wha' they did before. Seems like th' general consensus is tha' they wanted t' get back at th' ones tha' messed up their lives. Now th' uh...Legion didn't mess up my life as much. Th' Scourge was responsible fer' all of it. I jus'...wanted t' ya' know...be able t' do somethin'. A way fer' me t' prove t' people tha' I ain't a dumb lass tha' jus' knows 'ow t' catch fish. Tha' an'...I know m' folks were 'appy with whateva' path I decided fer' myself back before our Kingdom got messed up. I thought I'd make them 'appier by doin' somethin' tha'd show t' them tha' I did somethin' fer' th' benefit of all of us even if it messed me up fer' life because of it. I 'ad nothin' t' lose t' be 'onest. I eitha' poke out m' eyes an' eat a demon or...I go back 'ome, return' t' m' ol' life, an' try t' 'elp rebuild. All of tha' while knowin' I 'ad th' chance t' do somethin' uh...different. Sorry if I'm ramblin' too much." She mumbled out.

Admittedly, G'veena's interest in them grew after hearing their story. Slowly sitting up, she leaned forward in her seat and rested one arm atop her knee, her gaze never breaking away from the other. Their words struck a chord in her heart, much more than she ever expected from someone like them. "I see. How did you defeat your demon when you summoned it? Yours is an observer correct? It had to have a vast collection of spells to use against you, yes?"

Hearing the Kaldorei's response, she turned her head back towards them. Realizing that they were sitting up with their full attention focused on her, she stared at them in surprise. Maybe this one doesn't hate her after all...The thought appeared in her mind. "Uh...Yea', 'e's one of th' big floatin' eyeball demons. I call 'im 'Z' cuz uh...it's easier fer' me t' say." An awkward laugh leaves her lips. "As t' 'ow I defeated 'im...Uh, as soon as 'e popped up I made a deal with 'im. If I beat 'im in this game then 'e can 'ave m' body fer' free. If I won though, I get t' eat 'is 'eart."

G'veena stared back at S'vana in faint surprise, "A game? You not only convinced an observer to play a game but you bested them in it? Which game?"

Letting out an embarrassed laugh, S'vana nods. "...Checkas. Tha' game where ya' get like a uh...chess board but instead of chess pieces, ya' use those small discs instead. Th' goal of it is t' get all of yer' opponents pieces or make it impossible fer' them t' continue."

"...Checkers?" G'veena responded flatly in disbelief. Checkers. She had played this a few times before in the past. "You...bested an observer demon in a game of checkers?"

"...Yep." She gave the Kaldorei a sheepish smile. "Did th' easiest trick in th' book. Lured 'im in an' made 'im think tha' 'e was winnin' before takin' almost all of 'is pieces in one move."

Silence fell upon G'veena after S'vana told her how they won against an observer demon. Checkers...Checkers. This girl. This short, lowborn girl that would be kicked out of any Noble party the moment she speaks bested a demon in a game of checkers. A game.

"...G'veena?" She called out to them, slightly anxious about their silence.

"Checkers...A game that does not require much in mental prowess and you were able to best an observer demon, a demon who should arguably have the highest intelligence out of all the demons in the universe."

"Uh...huh." S'vana nodded, shrinking away slightly. Maybe she's about to get yelled at. Oh no...

After a moment, G'veena's shoulder slowly started to shake before she started to let out what sounded like...genuine laughter?

S'vana's eyes went wide at this, her ears flickering rapidly. "G-G'veena? You...You alright?" She asked, worried that she might've broken them. Or maybe they snapped and this is their way of dealing with it.

Laughing still, G'veena gave a slight nod to S'vana's concerns, one hand lifting up to wave it off. Oh Elune, she never thought she'd be able to laugh like this again, let alone do it because of this low--No, this one wasn't a lowborn. At least not to her anymore. There was much more to this one than she expected. Far much more. After her laughter died down, she lets out a relaxed sigh. "...S'vana Skyspear was it?"

Again, S'vana's eyes remained wide, her ears flickering still as she nods. "A-aye...tha's me."

"You have surprised me this night, very much so. For starters, you managed to make me laugh again after several millennia. Genuine laughter too if I might add. Although I did not express my thoughts vocally, I would like to apologize for them regardless. You are not the fool that I believed you to be. You are far from it. In fact, you have far more wit than half of the hunters that I have met." She praised them with a small smile on her lips.

For the most part, S'vana was speechless. G'veena didn't seem to be the sort of person that would laugh or even apologize for that matter. "Uh...Um...T-thank ya'?" She sheepishly replied.

Snorting softly at that, G'veena nods. "Consider this the highest of compliments that you'll ever receive from me."

"Um...Uh...O-okay?" S'vana asked, not wanting to mess this up. She's going to assume that she's on their good side now. "I still don't think I'm uh...as smart as ya' say I am t' be 'onest..."

"That may be true in some respect, but you underestimate yourself." G'veena replied before laying back down on her bedroll.

"O-Okay?" S'vana replied again. She didn't know what to say other than that. She'll just...go to sleep now. She doesn't want to botch this up.

"Skyspear."

"Y-yea?" S'vana sheepishly responded.

"Where do you plan on going after we return to Azeroth?"

"Oh...Uh...I was thinkin' 'ome but...tha' might be a bad idea afta' wha' ya' said t'night." She frowned at that.

"Do you still wish to continue your training?"

S'vana looked over at G'veena. "...Trainin'? Uh...It's not done?"

The Kaldorei snorted. "Of course not. Do you honestly think that a few months is all it takes to become a Demon Hunter?"

"...Uh...Now tha' ya' mention it...Probably not."

"So, do you still wish to continue your training?" G'veena asked again.

Pausing to think, S'vana took in a deep breath and nodded, "Y-yea, I still want t'. I made it this far. Why wouldn’t I?"

"Starting from tomorrow, you must keep up with me until we reach our destination."

"Okay...Wha's our destination?"

"Feralas. One of my many hiding places in Azeroth."

S'vana slowly nods. Isn't that place in Kalimdor? She's never been there before. "Aight...Wha' 'appens afta' we get there?"

"The rest of your training." G'veena responded. "I'll be turning in for the night now. You should do the same."

Again, S'vana nodded. Taking in a deep breath, she laid down on her bedroll with her eyes closed. Before she fell asleep, she spent the night trying to process what had happened. This demon hunter who she met several days ago has decided to train her. Her of all people. She was certain that they hated her considering their previous attitude towards her. After tonight, that didn't seem to be the case. Admittedly, she felt happy that their attitude changed, even more when they offered her a chance to continue what she has learned. Sighing happily at this, she got as comfortable as she could and waited for sleep to take over.

#wow char stuff #cretin demon hunter #She made friends

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Continued from (x) with @tarnishedhalo​

The prompt and question earned Ron one of those exceedingly rare full and unguarded smiles that both emphasized that Beth wasn't the only one of the Rileys who was fangy, and that brought to life his own deep dimples. The way he turns his head causes the bar lamps to cast him in golden light, tarnishing his dark hair with its natural blonde highlights. The tip of his tongue rolls against the back of his teeth.

"Yeah, okay, Rawnie," the New York Irish drawl of his friend's name is nothing he can help, but it's still a intimate step-up from the the whole 'Kray' part. As if he's never known anyone to have a given name. Of course Riley keeps a list in his head of qualities both good and bad. Each of them slivers beneath the usually pristine veneer he wears though his hair's getting a touch long, and he's not been too careful with the razor.

"The pro is...I know like hundreds of different love songs, any genre or era you like, an' not just American ones." He spreads his hands on the table-top, gives them a flex. "Acoustic, electric...can play any guitar.  Can play the piano, drums ~including the bodhran. Violin. Harmonica. And everyone loves a music man, right? Plus I'm hell in the kitchen, and I'm house-broken." He doesn't elaborate on what that last means but delivers it with a chuckle.

"The Con? I'm old-fashioned. I don't really do one night stands, and I'm very careful who I let in my inner circle. Introducing someone into the family can be hard, what with my sister, and because it takes me a while to get used to someone new. Especially after havin' danced with the Devil and the mess she made when we divorced. Also...I'm told I'm bossy as fuck, take with a grain of salt or three." There's a split second where he's unguarded and there's something fairly young and vulnerable resting against the back of his eyes that shades the rest of his mien. It gets shrugged off with a lift of his whiskey, and a snake-like strike at the next card in the pile. "Hypothetically speaking, if you could ask your future self one question, what would it be, and why?"

Ever the attentive listener, Ron followed the eddies and swells of his pal’s answer with obvious interest - flicker-smiles and little half nods in all the right spots through the narrative. He’d heard enough about the man’s dance with what he called the Devil not to need to ask and ruin the mood. Note of her earned a scowl’s implication, but it died away before it or she could sour the mood. The rest - the pros and the con - were all sunshine and even numbers and known of by the publican too. He and Riley went back a little ways now. He’d met the music man and the master chef, and the bossy fucker too, by ‘n by. And for all there were times they’d butt heads, he did like him. 

Ron watched Riley’s hands as he reached for the next card; sipped his drink - G&T with ice and cucumber - as the question on it was put to him. A grinning response came instantly-

“This week’s lot’ry numbahs, aye?”

-and was spoke through as snigger as Ron leaned in a companionable couple of inches, as if he was sharing a sneaky little secret between just them two. That snigger kicked up for a couple’a beats, then eased away as Ron waved the comment off with his free hand. He had no real use for those numbers now, much as the penniless lad he still was at his core would’ve done things unspeakable once upon a time for a sudden lift out of poverty for himself and his family. Now-Ron though, present day Ron-- His wants and needs meandered down different paths and so, because of this, did his curiosities.

“--I fink” he said, the relative slowness of how he shared what he went on to indicative of the depth at which he felt it within himself. “Onest ‘n true ‘n not jokin’ no more...I’d ask if I was ‘appy...Money, yeah?...It don’t bring yah ‘appiness. It...smooves th’way t’makin’ a life tha’ll make yah ‘appy, bu’ it don’t bring it in i’self.” A slight, consideratory pause came on. It bought on a moment’s silence that ended with a fractional nod, Ron’s commentary picking up from where it’d broken off more seamlessly than it often did. “I know tha’ now, where I didn’t b’fore...So I’d wanna know if I made it in a way tha’ mattahs, as well as in a way tha’ don’t mattah so much, grand scheme.” 

A sip from his G&T was the period on that thought, Mr Flippant Sniggers coming right on back to the fore as glass met table and Ron went for the next card on the pile between ‘em.

“Right-” A glance at the card over his glasses so he could dictate its query. “-Name one’a your ‘eroes ‘n tell us why they’re one.”

#tarnishedhalo

[shadeait]

4 consigli per acquistare I migliori prodotti per la cura dei capelli in Italia per il 2021

Vuoi acquistare prodotti professionali per la cura dei capelli in Italia? I capelli sani e belli migliorano sempre il tuo aspetto in modo efficiente. Una corretta cura dei capelli non è un compito arduo se si utilizzano I migliori prodotti disponibili sul mercato. Come scegliere I prodotti giusti per I tuoi capelli? Ecco 4 preziosi consigli che aiutano promotion acquistare I migliori prodotti per la cura dei capelli nel 2021: 

1. Identifica il tuo tipo di capelli 

Se vuoi acquistare prodotti per capelli professionali in Italia, devi conoscere abbastanza bene I tuoi capelli. I professionisti decidono di applicare un prodotto per la cura dei capelli dopo affirm determinato il tipo di capelli della loro cliente. Allo stesso modo, le persone determinano anche il tipo di capelli per ottenere la migliore protezione. Diversi tipi di capelli richiedono diversi tipi di prodotti. Se non sai come trovare il tuo tipo di capelli, puoi visitare un parrucchiere per ottenere il miglior criticism. Lui/lei può aiutarti a scegliere il prodotto giusto che soddisfi le tue esigenze specifiche. 

2. Scopri un negozio affidabile per la cura dei capelli 

Se vuoi acquistare I migliori prodotti, dovresti individuare il miglior negozio di prodotti per la cura dei capelli in Italia. I migliori negozi vendono sempre prodotti di alta qualità che offrono risultati eccellenti. Inoltre, forniscono descrizioni dei prodotti oneste e exact per aiutarti a prendere una decisione di acquisto informata. Puoi anche aspettarti che consegnino I prodotti in beat con una chiara attenzione alla sicurezza. Ultimo mama non meno importante, I negozi affidabili in Italia vendono I migliori prodotti a prezzi più convenienti. 

3. Controllare attentamente gli ingredienti prima di prendere una decisione di acquisto 

Devi controllare gli ingredienti di un prodotto per la cura dei capelli prima di prendere la decisione finale. Sono disponibili molti prodotti che contengono sostanze chimiche forceful e altre sostanze pericolose. Se li usi sui tuoi capelli, la tua salute dei capelli diminuisce notevolmente. Potresti anche dover affrontare diversi effetti collaterali. Per esempio; se acquisti cleanser per capelli online in Italia, devi assicurarti che il prodotto che acquisti non contenga solfati e parabeni. È sempre consigliabile un prodotto per la cura dei capelli che contenga solo ingredienti naturali per ottenere ottimi risultati senza preoccuparsi di eventuali effetti collaterali. 

4. Confronta attentamente I prezzi 

Al giorno d'oggi puoi trovare numerosi produttori che offrono centinaia di prodotti. Il prezzo di uno cleanser, un balsamo per capelli o un gel varia da marca a marca. Quindi, è necessario confrontare I prezzi di diversi marchi prima di sceglierne uno. Devi cercare un prodotto che offra una miscela perfetta di ingredienti naturali e un'elevata convenienza per rendere la tua esperienza di acquisto altamente gratificante e piacevole.

Per maggiori informazioni:- Prodotti professionali per la cura dei capelli in Italia

Il miglior negozio di prodotti per la cura dei capelli in Italia

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Acquistare shampoo per capelli online in Italia

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Onest DCR ft Kinetic9 aka Beretta9 - Chambers Of Death

Onest DCR ft Kinetic9 aka Beretta9 – Chambers Of Death

Got this joint last week from The Supervisor last week and it features our friend Onest DCR and features Kinetic9 aka Beretta9 of Killarmy. Chambers of Death is a slapper, Onest can spit his ass off and Kinetic9 is a legend and the two sound really good together over this haunting beat. Get well soon Onest!

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#Beretta9 #boston rap #Chambers Of Death #killarmy #Kinetic9 #Onest DCR #Wu Fam

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România a preluat astăzi Președinția Consiliului UE în domeniul sănătății

România a preluat astăzi Președinția Consiliului UE în domeniul sănătății

Sorina Pintea, ministrul Sănătății a preluat de la omologul austriac Beate Hartinger-Klein mandatul președinției rotative a Consiliului UE.

„Începând cu 1 ianuarie  2019 vom avea responsabilitatea coordonării uneia dintre cele mai importante instituții, Consiliul Uniunii Europene (EPSCO). Pe domeniul Sănătății suntem pregătiți să acționăm onest și neutru pentru dezvoltarea și consolidarea…

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#romania #sanatate