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Shikaku x Reader 18+

Title: Bound

Words: 6110

Rating: Explicit/R-18+

Warnings: Cheating,extramarital affairs, older man/younger woman, boss/employee relationship, light bondage, oral sex, office sex

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25721392

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Shikaku was halfway through the door with a neat stack of papers under his arm and a steaming mug in hand when he looked up and saw you sitting on his desk. He gave the faintest jolt of surprise, catching himself just a moment too late to stop the impulse altogether. The quiet splatter of coffee hitting the hardwood floor resounded off the walls, making you smile, and he pinned you with an unamused scowl in response.

“Should I even ask what you’re doing here at this hour?” He grumped.

You made a show of crossing your legs, one over the other with your knee propped skyward. His gaze didn’t so much as falter when it caused the hem of your skirt to ride higher up the plush swell of your thigh and you couldn’t help thinking that was very gentlemanly of him.

“I’m sure it will please you to know I’m here for a very good reason.” You quipped, watching him maneuver around the spill. “Unless of course you don’t want to hear my report while it's still fresh in my mind.”

“Still fresh, huh?” Humming distractedly, Shikaku crossed the room to stand in front of the desk where he methodically started depositing his items onto the smooth oak surface. Coffee first, in the exact same spot he always put it as evidenced by the barely noticeable water stain circles he discreetly covered up with the mug, and then his paperwork which he took the time to casually straighten before stepping around to the other side.

It was as if you weren’t even sitting there, looking for all the world like a queen on her stately throne, and you twisted to peer over your shoulder when he stooped to pull out some napkins from a bottom drawer. He gave off the impression of a man comfortably alone when he shuffled back the way he’d just come to clean the mess you’d (inadvertently) caused which might have otherwise perturbed you but in this case, it didn’t. Not when he was the one pointedly acting like you didn’t even exist.

Taking the opportunity, you appreciatively studied Shikaku’s trim figure as he knelt to mop up the coffee before it could seep in and make the wood permanently sticky. He didn’t look like much of a threat at first glance but, to be fair, none of the Nara really did. It was no doubt a hard lesson many enemy nin have had to come to terms with in their final moments alive and you couldn’t say you envied them very much. This was the one person you’d never want to find yourself facing off against on the battlefield.

Even someone as infamously horrible as Orochimaru was preferable to the Jounin commander. That shadow binding technique of his was bad enough on its own but, taking into consideration all the mind games he could torture you with before finally delivering the killiing blow, there was no way you’d ever willingly go up against him. Such hubris would have been the very definition of a fool's errand.

He stood then, not quite snapping you out of your thoughtful haze all the way, and you numbly watched as he walked over to deposit the soggy napkins into a trash bin in the corner. Tracing his steps back to the door again, he pulled it shut and reached for the lock. Your brows quirked up at the click of the bolt echoing through the room.

“If you’d wanted to give a fresh report,” Shikaku intoned, turning to face you again. “I think you would have swung by my office when you first returned from the mission. Not hours later.”

You offered him a sheepish little grin, valiantly fighting down the swelling butterflies in your stomach. “You knew when I got back?”

“There isn’t much in this village that escapes my notice. I’d suggest keeping that in mind.”

The note of warning in his gruff voice did not fly under your radar but any bite it may have held seemed to dampen when you caught the roguish curve of his mouth. He was merely teasing you in his own peculiar way. It didn’t exactly seem light and playful unless you were intimately familiar with the man and you imagined not many people ever got to see this side of him - and if they did, his intentions were always undoubtedly misconstrued. Everyone seemed to be under the impression that Shikaku was a no nonsense hard ass but you knew better.

Uncrossing your legs in favor of swinging them over the side of the desk, you cocked your head to one side when he moved to step across the room again. “So you didn’t ask the other Jounin to keep an eye on me then? Consider me hurt, commander.”

He snorted a good natured laugh. “If I did ask them to keep tabs on you, it wouldn’t be for the reason you’re thinking. Nice try, though.”

You turned to watch your boss lower himself into the chair behind the desk, curiosity piqued. “What other reason could there possibly be, Shikaku-taicho?”

A sharp brow quirked in your direction at that question. “Do you want an alphabetized list or should I give it to you in ascending order? You’re trouble, sweetheart. You know that.”

Excited heat crept across your face before you could stop it. “You like it though.”

“There are a lot of things in this world that I like,” Shikaku sighed, dropping his gaze to the topmost sheet of paper in the stack. “But I can’t say trouble is one of them.”

“Liar.”

Dark, pinpoint eyes slowly lifted to meet your gaze. He regarded you for a long, contemplative moment before dropping the expenditure form he’d picked up back to the top of the pile. Reclining into the chair with a quiet creak, he brought his hands together and laced long, elegant fingers over his stomach. You held your breath and squeezed your thighs together in anticipation, waiting for the pin to drop.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman call me that before. Least of all one who’s half my age and working directly under me.”

Pussy fluttering at the unmistakable suggestion, you drew a steadying breath. “I’d like to be under you right now.”

A low chuckle rumbled up from deep within his chest. “What did I just tell you? Trouble.”

“Is that permission to proceed?”

Shikaku glanced at the stack of paperwork again and slowly shook his head. “As tempting as that is …”

Pausing, he turned his head and sent a casually appraising look over the meat of your thighs. The plump swell of your ass perched on the edge of his desk. The fact he didn’t even try to conceal his interest made goosebumps erupt across your body and you attentively sat up a little straighter, showing him that he had your full attention.

“As tempting as you are in that tight little skirt, which I’m sure you didn’t put on just to pay me a visit, I have a lot of work to finish up here. I do have to get home at some point, you know.”

A tinge of jealousy flashed through you, smothering your arousal by some margin. “Is your wife expecting you?”

He nodded almost imperceptibly. “I promised I’d help with Shikamaru tonight. He’s got an ear infection and if you thought he was whiny with a clean bill of health, you’d want to tear your own hair out now. The kid hasn’t stopped crying since yesterday morning.”

“Poor baby.” You cooed, faintly smiling at the thought of the pouty little boy that looked so much like his father. He had the same sharp features and smooth jaw structure that Shikaku did but Yoshino’s big, doe-like eyes. You wondered, not for the first time, what he would’ve looked like with yours. “I hope he makes a speedy recovery. You deserve to relax when you’re at home.”

Shikaku laughed, very softly. “I’m sure you’d rather have me relaxing with you.”

“I can’t deny that.” You admitted, sliding down off the desk to stand on your feet. “But it is what it is. You’ve got your obligations and I’ve got mine. Nothing we can do about it now.”

“And what obligations do you have?” He chortled.

You spun around to face him, allowing a sly smirk to play at your lips as you rounded the corner of the desk. “I’ve got plenty and I’ll have you know they’re all very important.”

“Would you care to humor me with an example then?”

Leaning down, you gripped the stiff armrest and used it as leverage to swivel him around to face you. Shikaku permitted it, unsurprisingly. He looked more curious than anything else and when you placed your palms on his bent knees, his expression shifted towards wry amusement.

“If you’re trying to persuade me into giving you what you want, it’s not going to work. I made a promise.”

“I know.” You murmured, trying to pretend like the ache in your chest was imagined and not real. There was nothing you wouldn’t give the man sitting before you though, even if it meant ignoring your own feelings, and you slowly lowered yourself to kneel on the floor between his legs. “All I want is to help you however I can, Shikaku. You can still do your paperwork while I do this, can’t you?”

You could clearly see the war waging behind his eyes. It wasn’t hard to miss. He was sifting through an assortment of conflicting emotions, torn between his commitment to an arranged marriage you suspected he’d never wanted in the first place and what his heart yearned for. There was a family at home waiting for him; a toddler he’d give his own life for in a heartbeat and a wife he’d do the same for because duty demanded it. And then there was you. Right in front of him, ready and waiting. Willing to give him whatever he might ask of you without expecting anything in return except some of his time.

It wasn’t exactly fair to him, making him choose like this. But it wasn’t fair to you either. Maybe you should have never gotten involved with a married man like Shikaku in the first place but it was much too late for that now. You were just as aware of that as he was.

The moment his resolve weakened and crumbled flashed across his ruggedly handsome face like a neon sign, as clear as day, and you knew you’d won. Maybe not the war, but this battle at least was yours.

Licking your lips, you reached up to fumble with the front of his pants. Button first, zipper second. It’s slow descending zrrrt made molten heat pool in your gut, and you squirmed in eager excitement when he shifted in the chair to help you slide them along with his underwear a quarter of the way down his hips. They were lean and trim; tantalizingly firm under your palm when you reached up to brace one hand on the smooth expanse of skin while the other pushed at the bulk of his Jounin vest to bunch it around his middle.

Shikaku’s cock twitched in the open air and stirred. Your mouth watered at the sight of it, just a shade darker than the rest of his warm complexion and so torturously inviting it took everything you had not to swallow him down your throat right then and there. But you weren’t keen on rushing this, not when it meant prolonging your time together just that much more. Instead, you leaned forward to nuzzle the stiffening length and take a deep, savory breath of his scent. Clean and musky with a faint curling note of salty sweat that made your pussy ache for him.

“Little minx.”

Roving your attention up, you peered into his expression. The ready arousal you saw staring back at you prompted a smile to curl your lips even as you rubbed your cheek against his growing erection like a cat marking its territory. Shikaku was unlike any other man you’d ever known. Those sharp features and jagged scars, the perpetually grumpy draw of his brows, the well groomed beard and frown lines. He was unfairly good looking in any setting no matter how mundane, but he was exceptionally attractive like this when he allowed himself to relax and give in to pleasure. The uncontested aura of authority that seemed to permeate the air around him only became more pronounced when you were kneeling at his feet like this, igniting a deep seated need in your subconscious to submit to him. There was no question who was really in charge here.

“You like it.” You said again, pressing a brief kiss to the shaft.

Shikaku reached down and buried one of his hands in your hair. “Yes, I do.”

Humming faintly when he curled his fingers against your scalp, you slipped your tongue out to take a tentative kitten lick at the thick vein on the underside. The silky smooth texture of him coupled with the faintest bitter tang went straight to your pussy and you let out a soft sigh. Shikaku relaxed further into the chair, tipping his head back to rest against the backrest. His fingers stayed locked where they were but he didn’t try to tug you into action while you took your time peppering the length of his cock in fleeting butterfly kisses, pausing here or there to mouth at him. He also didn’t make a move to turn his attention back to the paperwork laid out before him though and you considered that another small victory. The longer he focused on you, the longer you’d get to stay with him.

You licked your lips and nuzzled into the wiry thatch of hair at the base of his groin, inhaling another deep whiff of Shikaku’s masculine scent. It was dizzyingly erotic to you, the very smell of him igniting flames deep within the pit of your gut. You couldn’t get enough of him. The need to taste every inch of the commander's flesh was as overpowering as it was urgent, your breath coming a little faster as you pecked your way down to his balls.

Pubic fuzz gave way to yet more impossibly soft skin and you just barely caught the quiet exhale he issued when you flicked the left teste with your tongue. Lifting your eyes, you looked past the now straining erection jutting proudly up at the ceiling and higher still until you could lock eyes with him. Shikaku was watching you with a silent sort of anticipation that made your heart flutter. He was so handsome.

“I love your cock.” You murmured against his ball sack.

“Do you now?”

Smiling, you lifted your hand to wrap your fingers around the hard girth, lightly clasping and stroking him in taunting slow motion. He didn’t seem to mind and merely readjusted his grip on your hair. Still just holding on to you. A silent reminder that he could all too easily take the reins if he felt so inclined. It was heady and intoxicating, just like the smell of him. You idly wondered if Yoshino was even aware how lucky she was to have him before quickly smothering the thought. This was not the time to dwell on such an unpleasant topic and, suppressing a disconcerted shudder, you opened your lips wide to suck the right teste into your mouth.

A low hiss filtered through the room, cut short.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you …” He said quietly.

You spent a prolonged moment massaging the weight of his ball with your tongue, rolling it back and forth and suckling at the globular flesh. Shikaku was a mouthful and when you pulled off him a moment later with an accompanying dull pop, a glistening string of spittle followed. The wrinkled flesh shone wetly in the overhead light as you sat back on your haunches to look up at him. Still slowly pumping his cock. Mouth flushed and clinging to the cobwebs connecting you to his body. Eyes shining in lust and coy adoration alike.

“You could fuck me.”

Shikaku took one look at you and promptly groaned. “Get up.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Up.” He said again, gesturing you to your feet.

Confusion settled in but you acquiesced. He reached forward and hooked his hands under your armpits as you rose, barely giving you enough time to steady yourself before hauling you up to stand. Shikaku followed, his pants rustling softly when they shifted further down his bare thighs. His hold tightened and lifted, plopping you down on the edge of his desk without a word of explanation.

You started to get the picture when he gathered up his neat stack of papers and deposited them into his now vacant chair though. Smiling slyly, you licked your lips and watched Shikaku pluck the coffee mug from the desk, turning to deposit it somewhere else. His office was the very definition of minimalist though so he had to settle with placing it on the floor near the wall where it would be out of the way.

He turned back to you and shuffled close again, his hard cock bouncing with each step. “Lie down.” He rumbled, stooping to shove his pants and underwear down to his ankles.

“Oooh, what are you going to do to me, commander?” You purred and obediently drew your legs up. With a twist of your butt, you reclined back on top of the desk and stretched your arms above your head in a coquettish display that you hoped he’d find too tantalizing to resist.

To your delight, Shikaku allowed himself a brief moment to appreciatively drag his gaze across your body. You didn’t miss that he paused on your chest and again on the swell of your thighs. And then, so abruptly it actually caught you off guard, he smirked.

An icy chill ran through you but before you could even think to question him, he lifted his hands and brought them together at chest level. The signs he weaved went by in a blur and you just barely recognized them for what they were seconds before serpentine like shadows erupted out from under the desk. One wrapped itself around your wrists and effectively bound them together while two more latched onto your ankles and pulled. You yelped in surprise, instinctively struggling against the ironlike shackles, but you were altogether helpless to stop it as they stretched you out spread eagle on the desk. Your face burned with something not entirely dissatisfied when you realized what he was doing.

“S - Shikaku-taicho!”

“There, don’t you look pretty like that?” He said lightly, clearly pleased as he dropped the hand signs used to invoke the frightening jutsu. The shadows stayed though, a testament to his mastery of the clans formidable technique, and you sucked in a sharp breath when he reached out to brush your cheek with the backs of his knuckles.

“That’s not fair …” You whined, trying in vain to arch up off the desk.

He cocked a taunting brow. “It’s not? But you look so good like this, sweetheart.” With a simple twist of his wrist, Shikaku’s thumb found your lips and you readily opened your mouth. The calloused digit slipped past your teeth, finding your tongue and tenderly caressing the flat of it with light circles. “Perfectly ripe and all mine for the taking. I thought you’d be happy about this. Aren’t you getting what you wanted?”

You responded with an enthusiastic suck on his thumb, undulating your tongue to bathe the rough pad of his finger in attention. The corner of his mouth hitched in amusement, a fond glint in his dark eyes.

“Spoiled.” Shikaku murmured, drawing his gaze lower.

He set his sights on your top first and, with a few tugs, the material came loose for him. You moaned softly around the finger in your mouth, trying to tuck your chin down to see what he was doing but it was no use. The shadows had you pulled so taut that there was no wriggle room to work with and all you could do was lie there, feeling the cool air lap at exposed skin and listening to the quiet rustle of fabric.

Taking his time, Shikaku traced the lacy cups of your bra and teased over your nipples. He was doing it on purpose and you groaned when they started to pebble and peak under the stimulation. Your breath came even quicker some moments later when he finally zeroed in on the front clasp you’d hoped would come in handy but you honestly hadn’t expected that wish to come to fruition quite this way. He’d never used his jutsu on you before.

“Very nice choice for tonight.”

Flicking the little latch open, he reverentially pushed the cups aside and you trembled when your nipples instantly puckered in the open room. You shifted, trying once again to free yourself of the shadows hold, but it was no use. They were as solid as flesh and bone, and ten times stronger than any normal man. You were completely at his mercy like this and you keened around the thumb in your mouth when he lightly took one of the stiff nubs between his fingers.

Carefully tweaking it to the point of the near discomfort, Shikaku only switched to the other once you started to whimper at the friction. He repeated the process and then switched back to the first. Over and over again until you were twisting in high strung agony. Your pussy was soaked and you could hardly think straight anymore but he seemed content to gag you with his finger for the foreseeable future. The spit pooling in the back of your throat threatened to choke you and you forcibly swallowed, reveling in the low sound of approval he issued in response.

You squirmed when he released your straining nipple, bracing for him to attack the other in similar fashion, only to go ramrod stiff when he reached further down instead. Breath catching, you wiggled your hips and strained against the jutsu, wanting to jut your cunt up to meet him halfway. Shikaku merely smoothed the rough palm of his hand down your thigh though, pausing to squeeze the doughy soft flesh before sliding back up. His hand slipped under your skirt now, fingertips dancing along the hem of your panties to make your pussy clamp down on nothing in sporadic pulses.

“Pleese …”

“Hm?” Turning his face towards yours, Shikaku fixed you with an infuriatingly innocent look. “What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me.”

Screwing your eyes shut, you bucked into his hand with a softly keening moan. He laughed in response, the sound so breathy and dark that it had you clenching all over again. A soft whimper bubbled to life in your throat and you tossed your head against the desk, trying not to think about how close he was to touching your sopping wet pussy. You couldn’t take much more of this.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

You opened your eyes just enough to pin him with a flat look.

Another deep, masculine chuckle rumbled out of him and, keeping his attention on your face, Shikaku curled his fingers inward to tease the apex of your slit. The fleetingly brief contact had you going ramrod stiff with a subdued jolt. Your lashes fluttered and you groaned around his finger, twitching when he pushed directly on that sensitive pleasure button to rub it teasingly slow. White hot static lit up throughout your lower body, making your pussy flutter eagerly at the friction. It was so easy to lose yourself under Shikaku’s ever watchful eye, especially since he seemed to know your body like the back of his own hand. Every erogenous zone, every embarrassingly receptive pressure point, what speed and amount of force he needed to exert. He had it all mapped out and there was nothing you could do to stop the steadily building pressure even if you’d wanted to.

“Nngha …!”

“There.” He said in such a hushed tone you almost missed it. “How does that feel?”

You offered a halted nod of your head, basking in the sensation.

“Good. Now finish what you started.”

The thumb in your mouth pulled, hooking into the inside of your cheek, and you obediently turned your head under Shikaku’s guidance. He shuffled a little closer then, leaving his arm stretched down the length of your body so he could continue massaging your slick cunt while he nudged his cock towards your mouth. You swallowed hard at the sharp bolt of arousal that shot through you as you struggled to crane your neck around and catch the head of him between your lips. The salty bitterness of precum overwhelmed your tongue in an instant and you groaned, eyes rolling in carnal bliss.

“Good girl … just like that.”

Closing your eyes, you twisted your upper body so you could take more of him into your mouth. It was a crowded fit with his thumb still hooked in your cheek, not to mention an uncomfortable stretch for your neck, but you were hardly in any position to complain. He was absolutely right. You were getting exactly what you’d wanted and you couldn’t have been any happier about that.

Your pussy clenched eagerly as you bobbed your head forward and pulled him in as deep as you could. A soft whine clawed at your throat when you realized you could only make it about half of the way down his shaft before the shadows binding your arms halted your progress. There wasn’t enough leverage for you to lean in and swallow him straight down to the base like you wanted but something about having to work for it lit up a competitive spark within your chest. If Shikaku wanted to test you in this fashion then so be it. You would certainly make every attempt to rise to the occasion, at least.

“Nngh …” He groaned quietly when you sealed your lips around him and noisily slurped. “Your mouth feels so good, baby. You like sucking on my cock, don’t you?”

Awkwardly nodding, you strained to take another inch or so and it was almost enough to have him tickling your tonsils. You swallowed hard, hips twitching under the steady ministrations of his fingers as you lifted your tongue to lav the underside of him in attention. Tracing the thick vein upward, you swirled it around the glans and prodded his slit. More bitter pre cum oozed out, rewarding you for your efforts, and you moaned at the taste of him. That alone could send you into a wild frenzy, like an animal mindlessly desperate for release, but his cursed shadows hadn’t let up at all. Shikaku was a formidable opponent indeed.

“Look at me, sweetheart. Let me see those pretty eyes.”

Obediently, you slid your gaze up to meet his and a fresh wave of arousal washed over you. With his brows drawn in concentration and his lips parted on a quiet exhale, the Jounin commander was the very definition of testosterone fueled desire. Not only did he enjoy playing this game but he wanted you. Not any of the other shinobi working under his command nor any of the civilian women. Not the wife he had waiting for him at home. No one else. Just you.

Sucking in a sharp breath through your nose, you arched on top of the desk fervently enough to make your spine pop. It served its purpose though and you weakly canted your pelvis against his hand, as much as the unforgiving shadows would allow. Shikaku grunted softly in response and pushed down on your clit a little harder, rubbing you a little faster. The sharp friction had the muscles in your thighs jumping as you squirmed, struggling to keep your eyes open and locked on his face. Every nerve ending in your body was starting to vibrate with the building pressure in your loins, promising the inevitable absolution of release. You were getting close.

He seemed to realize it at the same time you did though and his fingers retreated, much to your groaning disappointment. Shikaku gave the inside of your cheek a chiding tug to keep you focused on the task at hand and you shuddered when he unceremoniously flipped your skirt up. You issued a wet, faltering groan as the rough pads of his fingers danced across your lower belly before slipping into the band of your underwear. Digits curling, seeking, he dipped his pointer finger between the meat of your labia and reached further back to prod your entrance with a satisfied growl.

“So wet for me … do you like being on the receiving end of my technique that much, sweetheart? Hm?”

You flexed your limbs and moaned in response, feeling the slick trail of saliva oozing from the corner of your mouth to pool under your cheek. It was rapidly cooling in the air and a tremor raced through you when he smeared the sticky arousal gushing from your entrance up to your clit. Using it as a surprisingly effective lubricant, Shikaku started grinding tight circles around the sensitive nub with just enough force to leave you shaking like a leaf under his attention. Your breath caught and you went ramrod stiff, uselessly trying to brace yourself against the staggering pressure. His attack on your body was a concerted and precise one though and you finally had no choice but to toss your head back and suck in a much needed lungful of air.

“Aahh - aaahhhnn! Sh - Shika -”

The thumb in your mouth abruptly retreated so he could put the flat of his palm on the back of your head and push you down onto his cock again with an accompanying gurgle on your part. “I didn’t say you could stop, did I?” He rumbled in a voice noticeably thicker than usual.

Toes flexing, you forced your jaw to relax when he pushed his hips forward and Shikaku’s hard length surged towards the back of your throat. The spit running down the side of your face became thicker, bubbling out around him while he paused long enough to find a satisfying rhythm on your clit before pulling back. His first real thrust into your mouth was slow and borderline sensual, almost as if he were making love to you, but the pace quickly picked up. In and out, in and out until he was well and truly fucking into you, the obscene gargling sounds coming from the depths of your salivating mouth ringing loud in the otherwise silent room.

It was all you could do just to keep breathing through your nose as you reeled under the intense onslaught of stimulation. Your pussy throbbed in warning and you keened, eyes rolling into the back of your head. The calloused pads of his fingers were as delightful as they were torturous on your petal soft inner folds and it didn’t take long at all for the friction to become unbearable. You were going to cum. The pressure was reaching the tipping point and the heavy weight of his hand on your skull, the driving force of his cock jabbing towards your constricting throat only heightened the tingling shockwaves of ecstasy. You were going to cum and Shikaku knew that.

“Let it go, baby.” He gritted out. “Keep my cock in your mouth and cum.”

You tensed at his command, straining so hard against the shadows on your wrists and ankles that your muscles started to ache in protest. It was much too late though and you shattered with a strangled shriek, screwing your eyes shut as you tried to pull back. He kept you right where you were though, his palm pressed flush against your head and his fingers rubbing your spasming cunt in quick, jerky swipes. You jolted on top of the desk, letting the crashing waves of euphoria swallow you up, and unabashedly wailed around the cock thrusting into your mouth.

“Shit. That’s it. Keep cumming. You want to swallow my load, don’t you?”

The breathy lilt to Shikaku’s rough voice added onto the palpable memory of him shooting thick ropes down your throat made you shudder so violently that your first orgasm bled seamlessly into another. It hit you like a sack of bricks, threatening to bowl you right over as you twisted and writhed as much as his jutsu would permit. High strung tears pricked your lash line, every muscle in your body singing in rapture when he refused to let up the grinding pressure on your clit. He was milking the pleasure out of you the way only he was capable of and you let out a muffled, wordless cry of distress as his hips began to stutter.

“Here it comes, baby. Get ready.” He seethed through gritted teeth, clutching the back of your head so tight his hand started to shake.

A few more faltering thrusts was all it took for him to tip over the edge and his cock jerked against your tongue with the first splurt of salty, bitter semen. It hit the roof of your mouth, making you jolt, and a second and then a third pooled at the back of your throat, threatening to choke you. The final bit of creamy discharge oozed out of his pulsing cock to mix with the goopy mess coating your palette and you groaned, basking in the heady flavor of him. It was enough to damn near send you into another fit of convulsions.

Heaving a satisfied sigh, Shikaku carefully withdrew his flagging cock and lifted the hand from between your legs to gently tilt your chin up at him. “Open.” He huffed, absently caressing the side of your face with his long fingers.

You obeyed, sticking your tongue out for good measure to show him the white clumps sitting hot and heavy in your mouth. He smiled, very softly, and pushed up on your jaw.

“Good girl. Now swallow.”

Pulling your swollen lips in a pout, you made a playful show of tilting your head back and choking it all down. You could feel the moment it hit your stomach, an intimate flutter sparking inside your chest. It was hard not to imagine it a little lower, deep in your womb where it could take root and grow into another child. Another Nara.

That was a dangerous train of thought though and you kept silent when he let up on the chakra feeding into the shadows so that they dissipated, slinking back under the desk where they belonged. Gingerly bringing your arms down to stretch them out, you cautiously peered up at him. Shikaku was watching you with a concealed look of consideration and then, to your surprise, he reached out to softly take your wrist in his hand.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No.” You said truthfully, trying not to smile. “You know you didn’t.”

The corner of his mouth hitched in amusement as he rolled his thumb over the bone to work out the ache he knew you were feeling. “It never hurts to ask though. I don’t think I’d be able to forgive myself if I caused you any harm, even unintentionally.” Bringing your hand up to his face, Shikaku pressed a brief kiss to your palm. “I’m sorry but I need to head home now, sweetheart.”

“But your paperwork -”

“I’ll take it with me.” He said with a lax shrug as he helped you sit up on the desk. “I probably won’t be getting much sleep anyway. Shikamaru can help me with it while he’s up half the night fussing.”

You frowned, a tinge of regret putting a damper on your comfortable afterglow as you looked down at your lap. The thought that you were being selfish earlier despite your claim to the contrary flashed through your mind and then camped there, almost making you wish you’d just left it alone. But then Shikaku brought both hands up and cradled your cheeks between his palms so he could lift your attention back to his smiling face.

“Don’t look so putout. I don’t mind. Really.” Leaning close, he pressed his mouth to your forehead in an affectionate, lingering gesture. “I’ll make it up to you though. How does lunch tomorrow sound?”

Suppressing an excited, tittering giggle, you pinned him with a pleased grin. “Sounds like a date, commander. I can’t wait.”

“Neither can I.”

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DIE HARD || [iv. Girl Talks and Boys]

—Pairings: BTS x OC

—Genre: BTS Mafia Au, Slight Fluff, Angst (a lot of it), Heartbreak, Thriller

—Ratings: 18+ | MA Content | R

—Warnings: Abuse, Rude Behaviour, Fighting, Blood, Death, Weapons/Blades and Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Killing.

—Summary: She belong to them. They belong to her. It’s simple as that. Period.

—Word Count: 7k

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Chapter 3 - Girl Talks and Boys

“—the local law enforcements in South Korea are still working on the case of the famous murder mystery of the Lee Enterprise executive director, Jung Jae-hee. The case has become a global interest as it is related to the world’s most dangerous and notorious gang of the decade. Tweets, news articles and unseen videos are being surfaced around the web, with ‘Bangtan’ trending on social media. It is being speculated that the notorious group of viscous killers are residing here in America, causing fear and a state-wide panic around the country. The United States government has yet to say anything official about the rumors. Till then, the focus has been shifted onto the murder case and the increasing mafia activities in South Korea—”

Yoona hummed to herself as she sipped onto her herbal tea for the tenth time in the past hour. Her small fingers cupping the warm cup as her ears continued to pick up the words of the nearest news channels playing in the large cafeteria.

It has been few days since the actual incident and people are still continuing to hear the old, recycled news over and over again. The amount of channels covering this piece of segment for the last few days has left a large gaping hole in Yoona’s ears. She was sick, tired and exhausted of it.

Yes, a murder happened in her home country.

Yes, the victim was her former boss.

And yes, the culprits might be the worldwide famous gang called ‘Bangtan’. A native Korean gang who had appeared out of nowhere.

So what? Deal with it!

Yoona sighed loudly as she buried her face into her arms. Her ears picked up the change in the news reporter’s voice. It seemed more feminine now. Pulling her head up a bit, she glanced at the large TV as a new segment rolled in.

“—moving on, the three-day search for the two college girls in Beverly Hills has now come to an end as the local authorities here in the downtown Los Angeles, discovered a series of dead bodies in the Chinatown district of the city. A total of five girls were found, dead and tortured, with their vital organs missing from their bodies. Two of those bodies matched the description of the two missing girls while others are still unaccounted for. The bodies have started to decompose suggesting that they’ve been dead for quite a while before a citizen of Chinatown found them in a ditch near his area—”

The 26 year old groaned and rubbed her ears in frustration as the segment ate her brain up, again. She dipped her head back into her arms, pushing the warm beverage away from her fingers. Sure, she felt remorse, pity and sadness for the dead girls but it also annoyed her that her surroundings are filled with so much of negativity. It triggered her in a way that she didn’t like.

That is until... a large folder slammed onto the white table infront of her. The loud bang that erupted from it was enough for yoona’s tired, aching muscles to tense up again. She had to hold down her cup tightly before it could jump and topple down the table due to the vibrations.

“You know, a small warning would have been sufficed.” Yoona said slowly as she threw a slight glare at the person who dared to interrupt her personal ‘me-time’.

“Bitch please. You should be happy that a mere peasant like you has the honour to be in my holy presence. Not even kings can afford me.”

This only earned the intruder a mocking eye-roll from the 26 year old beauty.

“Don’t you have work to do, your highness?” Yoona mocked as her shaking nerves relaxed. She pulled herself up and continued to drink her warm tea. But it wasn’t warm anymore.

“Not when there’s juicy gossip.” Her friend smirked before shoving the said folder in Yoona’s direction. Yoona stared at it blankly. It was black in colour and looked quite thick. “It’s about Jung Jae-hee.”

“No.”

The mere mention of the late director was enough for Yoona to do a 360 turn and never look back again. She picked up her cold tea and left the small table she was sitting on.

“Yuriii...”

“No, Suzy.” Yoona ignored her friend’s whining as she dumped her cold tea through the drain before leaving the blue coloured cup in the sink. “Why are you all so obsessed with her death? People die all the time. Just get over it.”

The little shiver in the older girl’s voice should have been enough for Suzy to stop pestering her friend. But like the stubborn chick she is, Suzy continued in her voyage to tell the new juicy gossip she had discovered recently.

Yoona didn’t like it when her only friend gave her a sudden smirk before pushing her right through the fire exit’s door and right into the stairs that suddenly appeared in her view.

“Suzy!” Yoona exclaimed when she realised that the younger girl had practically kidnapped her.

“Shush.”

“But—”

“I said shush, Yuri. I need some girl time with you. And this, my friend, is the best way we can relish our old memories, considering hardly anyone looks our way these days.”

That was true. Yoona couldn’t deny that fact. They were the noisy, cheap girls of the company. No-one gave them a second glance unless they needed a one-night stand or something. Yoona wasn’t exactly sure how they gained that reputation. She had never been active in her love life unlike her friend, Suzy. Yoona had kept herself quiet, timid and hidden most of the time. Infact, she’s a pure virgin, with no skills at batting her eye lashes at any pretty boy. So, why?

“You want us to bond over a murder case?”

“No, I want us to bond over the world’s most dangerous species... boys.” The girl exclaimed, making Yoona groan.

Boys is a topic that Yoona tends to stay away from. There are just too many old and painful memories associated with them.

“Come on, don’t be a spoil sport. There are many varieties in here.” Suzy insisted as she pulled Yoona near the steel railings where they found a clean spot to sit on. The older girl didn’t like how open and wide spread the exit was. She peeked down to see an array of blue stairs leading down to the ground floor. They were designed in a zigzag formation, continuing on and on for what seemed like, forever.

It wasn’t Yoona’s first time at being kidnapped by her friend. Suzy had done that to her many times on multiple different occasions. But today, the familiar scenery of the descending stairs was unwelcoming. Not to mention, the see-through glass that acted as the walls of this passageway was too exposing and open for her taste. She could literally see the giant skyscrapers from here with a visibility record of 100%.

Yeah... Lee Enterprise is too rich for their own good.

“So, this baby here—” Suzy held up the thick folder. “—was delivered to the queen boss this morning. And like the curious, evil person I am, I snagged it before she could have a chance to read through the papers.”

Yoona raised her eyebrows at this before shaking her head in disappointment.

“No wonder files kept disappearing around Ji-Soo. She’s too dumb to notice her surroundings.”

“Exactly.” Suzy smirked before flipping through the pages. “And that is how ARIA files must have been stolen from her desk. She really needs to invest in a good secretary.”

Yoona couldn’t help but smile at this. Her uncle’s plaything ‘ARIA’ has been unresponsive for the past few days. The files continued to be missing while no-one has any idea as to what has been going on with ARIA. The large casino building is one of their major money-making sites here in the American branch.

“Anyways, back to the topic, there’s a postmortem report in this folder indicating that our lovely girl, Jung Jae-hee, might not be so innocent as we thought.” Suzy teased, flickering to a page filled with numerous Hangul symbols. “I’m not great at reading Hangul, but by the look of this, I can tell, Jae-hee had an intimate intercourse with her killer. It was right before she was killed. How exciting is that?”

Yoona was spooked by her friend’s glazed eyes.

“Exciting? How is it exciting?” She questioned.

“You very dumb dumb bimbo...” Suzy groaned, hitting Yoona on the head. “Jae-hee was known to have a special, unique taste in men. Whoever she chose to be worthy of her attention, was a diamond from the rarest mines. Think about all the boys that surrounded her. Danny, Brad, Jackson, Bambam and our very own, Taemin.”

The older girl scoffed at her eldest cousin’s name.

“Taemin had a crush on her?” Yoona asked, whacking her brain to remember all the interactions between the two people she despises.

“He still does. Why do you think this baby is here in my hands?” Suzy said in glee, pointing at the opened folder.

“So, what’s the point?”

“The point is that my dear Yuri, Jae-hee had an impeccable taste in men. Which means whoever she had sex with was just as impeccable as her taste. Wanna see who that could be? There are few delicious choices in here.”

The older girl felt scared at her friend’s weird taste in men. She wanted them to bond over a series of hot killers? No thanks.

“No.” Yoona said, shaking her head. “You seriously have a messed up kink regarding these ‘delicious choices’. I’m not interested.” She continued, standing up on her feet.

“Honey, you haven't experienced the dark, steamy side of the world of guns. So women up and sit down.” The younger girl pressured, tugging down on Yoona, forcibly. The force of the little tug, sent the older girl spiralling down onto her bottom.

“Ya!” Yoona shrieked but was ignored by the younger girl.

Suzy threw a smirk in Yoona’s direction before she opened her mouth to recite the names of the killers like an intimate, sex broadcast on a radio.

Yeah, she was that crazy.

“Suspect number one: Do Kyung-soo. Code name is D.O. Height is unknown and DOB is unknown. His occupation is being a freelance hot-headed assassin. He has a body count of 256 people including both women and children. He fights with his hands and bites with his mouth. Known to be very brutal with his victims and has a large thirst towards sex. He’s the maniac elf that even the local law enforcement can’t control.” Suzy read off the folder as Yoona sighed in defeat. She made herself comfortable on the stairs before glancing at the photo of the man that her friend was so intimately reading about.

“The guy looks normal to me.” Yoona commented, not feeling any kind of attraction from the young-ish looking boy. “He’s a bit cute, but not cute enough.”

“You hardly feel anything towards any boy, sweetheart.”

Yoona forced a smile back in her friend’s direction. If only her friend knew about the lost boys from her past.

“So, who’s next?”

Suzy gave a bright smile to Yoona. She patted the older girl in affection before flipping the page to the next person.

“Suspect number two: Kwon Ji-yong. Code name: G-dragon. He’s a sniper, mainly works for the local gang called ‘Big Bang’. But it says here, he’s known to have involved in various assassinations of high profile victims. He’s a bit old for our age but still, he has an impeccable taste in women. Who knows Jae-hee might have fucked him before she departed to hell.”

Yoona looked closely at the picture. The guy looked a bit familiar. Or was it his eyes that reminded her of someone?

“Wait...” she said slowly, letting an old memory resurface. “Isn’t he—”

“Yup. The one and only.” Suzy nodded, cutting her off with a wicked smirk. “Jae-hee must have been one lucky girl to bang one of the most wanted criminals in the world.”

Kwon Ji-yong, AKA the G-dragon, was one of the snipers who was involved in the assassination of Donald Trump, the deceased president of United States of America. The attack took place an year ago. Upon deeper investigations, it was revealed that a series of snipers and killers were hired to kill the president. It was a month of horror for all of Americans and the president himself. There were so many attacks, so many explosions, the streets were flooded with criminals trying to get to the 73 year old man. But in the end, it was the two Asian killers who managed to cut the old man off. And Kwon Ji-yong was one of those Asian killers. The only one who had his face plastered on every news channel.

“Wow..” Yoona gaped at the new information.

“I know right? When I saw him, I had the same reaction.” Suzy commented, running her fingers through the photo. “Too bad he's a wanted criminal. I would have loved to bang this beauty.”

Yoona cringed at the cliche.

“He has a tattoo.” She offered, trying to get Suzy’s glazed eyes off the photo. “A large insect tattoo.”

“So he does.” Her friend teased with a devilish smirk.

“And multiple ear piercings.”

“So he does.”

“He’s not good. He’s bad.”

“Doesn’t matter to me.” Suzy countered with another smirk. “After all, bad boys are known to bring the heaven to you.”

Yoona groaned at her friend’s infatuation with criminal boys. The very first year into their friendship, Yoona had discovered the crazy obsession of bad boys that lives inside the younger girl. It peeked out from time to time whenever the younger girl’s sexual frustration increased, which by the way was a lot of times. Maybe that’s why the 24 year old was no longer a virgin. The pure innocence was lost in a dark, steamy one night stand three years ago.

“You’re still stuck on that boy, aren’t you?” Yoona questioned when she saw Suzy fingering the little trinket in her neck. It was a little necklace piece shaped into a Bluebell, hanging dangerously close to her round cleavage. It always makes a bell like noise whenever it was moved by her fingers or her olive skin.

“Who?” Suzy asked, snapping out of her glazed look. She was still fingering the little necklace.

“You know... that tall, steamy, purple-haired sex god who let you ride him for hours and hours.” Yoona teased, finally enjoying the moment.

A small hue of red appeared on Suzy’s cheeks. Her lips curled into a small smile as a warm feeling entered her chest.

Yoona chuckled at the blushing young girl. That boy must have been very special to cause the great Bae Suzy to blush like a little girl.

“Hush... stop laughing. It’s not funny. We’re going off topic!” Suzy exclaimed, flicking at Yoona’s obvious giggling state. “Yuri, Stop!” The younger begged. “We have to focus on Jae-hee!”

“Oh come on!” Yoona whined, flicking at the folder. “I’m more interested in your steamy one night stand than this folder full of lazy criminals.” The words caused Suzy’s ears to turn red. “Come on, let me do the honours.”

A terrified look appeared in Suzy’s eyes. Before the younger girl could react, Yoona had already snatched the folder out of Suzi’s fingers before throwing it over the railings. It clattered down the small, narrow gap quietly before a loud thump was heard indicating that the thick file has touched down on the ground floor.

Suzy gaped at her friend’s actions before looking down the railings. Yoona followed the same movements, only to discover the large heap of flying papers still descending down the stairs slowly due to the air and their light weight. The black folder itself was lying limply on the bottom floor like a dead man.

“Y-you just... oh my god!” Suzy couldn’t form the words. She looked so shocked that Yoona tried not to look too guilty. Looks like her habits of being unpredictable were acting up again. “That was Ji-soo’s file you dumb child! I was gonna put it back. But now it’s...”

“Don’t worry, she’ll just think it’s lost like the ARIA files.” Yoona shrugged before pulling the younger girl away from the railings. “Now tell me more about your knight in the shinning armour.”

It’s funny how Yoona changed her mood so quickly. A moment ago she wanted nothing more than to run away from Suzy’s constant prodding into her dead boss’s case and now, she wanted nothing more than Suzy to tell her about the dreamy boy she encountered in her euphoric adventures three years ago. She didn’t even care about the giant stairwell that was now flooded with colourful photographs and Korean paperwork outlining the details of a very sensitive case around America and South Korea. Something that could put a lot of people in a tight spot.

“Please?” Yoona begged, trying not to cringe at herself. Suzy looked tormented between her friend and the file on the bottom floor. After few seconds, she sighed in defeat.

“Why do you want to know so much about my man, lady?” Suzy countered, not liking the sudden interest.

Yoona grinned to herself. I’m interested because then you will forget about that stupid murder case and not give me anymore of those painful headaches that I’m already dealing with. She played the words in her mind.

“Because I love a good romantic story.” She beamed at the younger girl. Lies. I hate romantic stories. They always end up with a sad ending. Like mine did.

“Fine.” Suzy agreed, still giving her friend a suspicious look. She clapped her hands before opening her mouth to recite the memorable night once again. But before she could, a loud noise from down below interrupted them. They both panicked as they heard a hoard of footsteps making up the staircase.

With no time to think, they sprinted out of the same fire exit door that they originally came through, just barely escaping the steely eyes of the eldest Lee child who was sprinting up the stairs to find the person who stole the files from his sister’s desk.

He grumbled when he couldn’t find anyone and stared hopelessly at the mess of photos and papers that covered the stairwell, revealing the origins of his illegal sources.

“Fuck.”

*******

“—it has now been confirmed that the missing vital organs of the girls found dead earlier in Chinatown, are up on the black market to be sold to the highest bidder. The local police force are trying to trace the source of origin, but nothing has been found yet. With this new killing spree, young girls are advised to stay in their homes until the culprit has been arrested. The death of these girls has raised awareness issues around—”

“I can’t believe he actually did that.” Jongin commented as he grimaced at the graphic pictures being displayed on the large TV. His elder brother who sat beside him also looked uncomfortable. “Hyung, you should keep him in South Korea. He’s too brutal for America.”

“I wish I could, Kai. But I might have pissed him off real bad this time.” Minseok admitted as he shivered at the screams he heard that day. He was a member of the mafia too. He has seen his fair share of murders and has indulged in various killings but bangtan?... Bangtan is on a completely different level compared to him. They were ruthless and crazy-minded.

“Where is he now?”

“Honestly speaking... I don’t know.” Minseok replied with a shake of his head. He exhaled loudly and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I have a feeling he’s still here, lurking around somewhere in the city.”

A tensed silence passed through them. Their body tensed up at the thought of their cousin still roaming around somewhere in the city. It’s dangerous for that guy to be here. The man had the most unstable mind in the group despite being the oldest and most responsible. He was an obsessed freak.

“This is too depressing for my liking.” The younger joked. Minseok couldn’t help but smile at the lame joke.

“Yeah, it is.”

There was a small pause between them, before Jongin spoke again.

“I wish Chen hyung was here. I miss him.”

The words were quiet and faint to the normal ears, but with minseok’s enhanced hearing, he heard every syllable. He also heard the painful longing that was hidden behind the tone. He looked at his youngest brother with a sad smile.

Kim Seokjin wasn’t the only one who had lost his love that night. Minseok had lost one of his little brothers that day. Kim Jongdae. He usually went by ‘Chen’. He was assigned as a bodyguard for the lovely Lee Yoona, swearing and dedicating his life to protect the girl who has once saved him when he was little.

“I miss him too, bud.” Minseok replied with the same tone. He really wanted his little brother back. But it was too late. The cheerful, playful boy was gone. He died that night, taking three shots to the chest for the very girl he was trying to protect.

Unknown to the Kim family, somewhere back in their home country, in a dark, dirty cell, a man laid on the floor, whimpering from the recent torture he has just received. His face was half burnt. His body was filled with numerous scars and painful wounds. He was shaking on the cold floor as he cried himself to sleep, thinking of only one thing. His brothers.

*******

“That was a close call.”

Yoona couldn’t agree more. She was slumped down onto her soft, leathery chair, relaxing as she closed her eyes and thought about the unexpected getaway she was involved in few hours ago. All thanks to Suzy of course.

The older girl glared at the younger girl who was invading her cubicle like a tall tree. Suzy’s eyes were focused on Yoona’s slumped state. After their hurried escape, they had separated into different directions, promising to meet up after the coast was clear.

“How can you be so relaxed, Yuri? We nearly got caught this morning!” Suzy whispered-yelled in a low voice. She was sitting on Yoona’s desk, a pile of papers acting as her cushion underneath her curved butt.

“The only thing I care about is that we escaped. And the fact that I will never let myself be kidnapped by you again.” Yoona muttered, poking a tongue out at the younger girl.

Her friend pouted.

“Oh come on!” Suzy whined. “We both know you were enjoying it.”

“Correction. You were enjoying it, I wasn’t. I was miserable.”

Wrong move.

“Fine, then be miserable forever.” The younger girl hissed before jumping off the table and leaving the workspace.

Yoona shook her head in disappointment. She was used to Suzy’s unexpected angry tantrums. Rubbing her head in complete tiredness, Yoona stood up and made her way to the furthest water station that served cold water and some cold ice cubes. Something that she truly needs to soothe the pain in her head.

Despite her bruises being healed, she still felt her body ache from time to time. The lack of a nutritional diet and her constant voyages of skipping meals produced sudden headaches and body weaknesses inside her. It sometimes affected her health in a bad way, but it doesn’t faze her even one bit. She’s careless with her existence. It’s something she has tried to work on but she never had the right motivation.

“Ahh... this feels nice.” She mutters to herself. The small bag of ice cubes was now placed against her forehead as she sipped onto the cold water quietly. The coldness from the bag was seeping into her skin, soothing the hot pain that penetrated her forehead like fire. She wanted nothing more than to fall asleep right here and then. But something stopped her.

A loud voice echoing behind her.

“ENOUGH!”

The loud volume of the voice was enough to tell her that it was coming from the nearest cabin which turned out to her uncle’s. Putting her makeshift ice bag and the water cup down, she walked further down the corridor that led to her uncle’s cabin. The curiosity cat inside her was bubbling to know the reason behind the loud voice. Her body shook in nervousness as her feet led her to a slightly ajar door. She stepped a bit closer and peaked through the small open space.

Her cousin Ji-Soo was crying as she held her right cheek with her hand. The tears that tickled down the younger girl’s face almost made Yoona regret her decision to eavesdrop. It was then her eyes travelled to the fuming figure that stood like an angry bull, pointing his angry, blazing eyes at his own daughter.

“Do you see this, Ji-Soo?” The man screeched, holding a stack of papers in her cousin’s face. “This means that someone transferred the property on their name, leaving us with no authorities over ARIA. They took possession of our one of the largest money making revenues in America. Do you know how it could affect our reputation here? Or back home? We will be mocked!”

Yoona griped the door frame a bit harder. She wasn’t surprised at the news, considering the disappearance of the property files was a dead giveaway, but she did feel a bit disappointed though. It doesn’t matter if Lee Enterprise is being controlled by her uncle right now. The company is still part of her family’s legacy. Any losses that it faces, it affected her directly. She had a sense of duty towards it. ARIA was one of the true blessings to their company. It brought a good fortune to them. So, loosing the property was a big disappointment to her.

“Appa, I swear it wasn’t my fault. I had no idea.” The younger girl whimpered as Yoona felt a pang of guilt hit her. She felt an urge to hug the girl. Despite her younger cousin’s hatred towards her, Ji-Soo was still her partially blood sister. Whether she admits it or not, they were related by blood. So, when her uncle raised her hand to hit Ji-Soo again, Yoona’s heart clenched at the sight. She held herself back from entering just in time to see another tall figure blocking the raised hand.

Taemin.

Her oldest cousin. The brother who fiercely loved his sisters except Yoona. He stood over Ji-Soo like a protective tiger.

“It wasn’t her fault.” He said firmly, gazing into the man’s eyes who gave him birth. Yoona bit her lip in silence. She felt jealous that her younger cousin is so lucky to have such a protective brother on her side. It nearly made her miss her dead sister who promised to stay by her side forever too.

“You of all people should know that Ji-Soo would never do this, dad. The files were stolen. It’s not her fault.”

The elder man huffed angrily at his son. He exhaled loudly before returning back to his seat.

Yoona felt a bit awkward standing there. She was about to move away is when her cousin’s next words stopped her.

“I know who did this.” His voice was laced with venom. “I know who stole the papers and sold them to a bidder.” There was a forced silence in the air, before he spoke again. “The Kim Industries.”

A sudden chill went down Yoona’s back. She lost the ability to breathe for a second. It’s been years since she had heard that name.

“Don’t be ridiculous. They all died that night.” Her uncle countered, grumbling to himself.

“No, not them. Their extended family. Kim Minseok.”

Yoona felt her eyes water at the familiar name. Minseok was one of the supposed brother she had when everyone was still alive. He took care of her just like her older sister. But after that night, he never got in contact with her. She figured either the man didn’t know she was alive or he hated her for killing his brothers. Four members from the Kim family died that night. It was enough for anyone to hate her, considering they all died protecting her.

“He’s been inactive for years, son.” The eldest Lee said, resting his head on his chair. Yoona could see Ji-Soo cowering in her spot on the fancy couch. “He’s an emotional mess due to his brothers deaths.”

Guilt hit Yoona like a wave of water. Was the man she considered as her older brother was really messed up due to his brothers deaths? Does that mean he hates her?

“Kim Minseok has been very much involved with everything we have neglected, dad.” Taemin’s voice echoed through the small gap. “He’s been eating off our hands without a blink from us. I just discovered his little projects.” A slam of a heavy folder sounded among the room. “He has been gambling in the mafia since the very beginning, staying under the radar to avoid us. All the projects we have been involved in, his company, Kim industries, has been snagging them one by one. And ARIA is one of them. Even after those little bastards are dead, their family line still continued to dominate us.”

The 26 year old felt her fingers grip the doorframe tightly.

“How far off is he?” There was a thick tension radiating from the room. Everything had gone so quiet suddenly.

“Far enough to topple down the lowest of our rank in the circle.”

The circle. Yoona has heard about them before. A mysterious group of leaders. The term has come up in many of her uncle’s secret conversations when she had accidentally stumble upon them. Like today.

There was a silence in the room before something creeked and the door she was leaning on, swung open, toppling her balance and crashing her down to the floor. She groaned slightly at the pain. That was until someone gripped her hair and dragged her into the room.

She bit onto her lips from screaming out.

“We have a pest here, dad.” Yoona gulped as she recognised the harsh voice of her oldest cousin. Her luck has finally ran out. “Let’s teach her a little lesson.”

Squeezing her eyes shut, she waited for the fateful slap that would grace her cheek... but after a minute of waiting, it never came. She slowly opened her eyes to see what was happening.

Taemin’s raised hand was being blocked off by another arm. The arm that was covered in a stripy grey suit with the finest material known to mankind. Only one person in the family has a taste for rare things. Her uncle.

“Leave her.” Her uncle’s firm voice cut through the thick silence. Both of his children stood gaping at the man. As for Yoona, she was surprised and shocked to hear the words. Lee Sung-Woo has never defended Yoona before. Her uncle was the one who gave his wife and children permission to torment her with verbal, physical and mental abuse. He let them break her down into bits as he watched from his throne quietly, not giving any care to his beaten and bruised niece. So, why now?

“But dad—”

“I said, leave her.” The older man repeated the words with a dark undertone to his voice. His son shivered before dropping his hand to his side. Yoona glanced at her eldest cousin, only to see him glaring at her. Something told her that she was still in the danger zone.

The elder Lee turned to face her, his light brown eyes boring into her dark ones.

“Get up, Yoona. I have a job for you.” He said, giving her a genuine smile that raised red flags in her head. His face showed the kind features he had mastered over the years while his eyes reflected his true intentions towards her.

Still stunned by his words, Yoona didn’t move from her position on the ground. She still sat on her knees, dress ruffled at places and hair pulled out into a messy hodgepodge due to her eldest cousin’s tight grip on her.

A sudden pain enveloped her when the same man applied a bit of strain onto her escaping roots, causing her to whimper softly.

“Don’t push your luck, pest.” She clenched her jaw at his words, holding herself back from bitting at him. It will sign her an eternity of pain if she ever did.

Slowly but surely, the 26 years old beauty picked herself up from the floor. She stood on her feet with shaky legs as her uncle walked back to his leather chair in the middle of the room.

“I won’t ask you how much you have heard because I know you have heard everything.” The male spoke, rubbing his hands together. “And frankly, it’s a good thing you know this now.” Yoona was puzzled by his words. “Do you remember Minseok?” She nodded which earned her a small laugh from him. “He always stuck around you and your sister like a magnet.”

Yoona bit her lips. Was he mocking her?

By now, she has been forcibly pushed onto a chair, across from her uncle’s table.

“Do you know he hates you?” Her body stiffened. “I bet this vendetta he has going on against Lee Enterprise is because of you. I mean, you were the reason for the death of his brothers after all. How can he not hate you?” Yoona felt a chill run down her back at those words. Her chest ached at the idea of Kim Minseok hating on her. She knew he did, but it hurts a lot when someone say that to her directly. “You very well know who was the target that night.” Yes, she knew. Yoona was the target. Lee Yoona and her older sister. The offspring of the current Lee family.

“And you know why he—” Before he could continue, Yoona cut him off with her hand banging on the dark polished table.

“You don’t need to tell me the past because I know what happened.” She hissed, trying to keep her tears at bay. “I know they died because of me. What do you actually want, uncle?”

A sudden pull on her hair was enough to know that his bratty children are acting up again. She could feel the long nails behind this one. It has to be her darling female cousin.

“Let her go, Ji-Soo.”

“But appa...”

“Let. Her. Go.” The younger child growled before letting go of Yoona’s hair. The 26 year old was surprised at the sudden change in her younger cousin’s behaviour. One moment she was crying and the second she’s on her feet like a wild cat, ready to tear her apart.

“What do you want from me?” Yoona demanded after a full minute of silence.

Traces of a faint smile appeared on her uncle’s lips. He pulled something out of his nearest cabinet and slapped it down onto the table infront of her. She stared at it blankly. It was a large yellow envelope about the size of an A4 page.

“I want you to go on a little trip for me. It’s indefinite of course.” He pointed to the envelope. “All your tickets, identity papers and everything else is in that envelope. You are going to be starting a new life. A new name, a new look and a new identity. Congrats Yoona, you are the new executive director of Lee Enterprise for the Korean branch. You’re going back home.”

“What?!” Three different voices in the room screamed, and Yoona was one of them.

“What do you mean?” She asked, stunned at the words he just blurted out.

His children were also looking at him in shock. Ji-soo’s hand was curled around a nearby couch pillow while Taemin’s fist was turning white due to the pressure he was applying on the chair next to Yoona.

The 26 year old flinched when the leather of the chair curved inwards at the raw strength. She looked at her uncle in obvious shock and fear.

“We need a new person to take the position. It been chaotic in our home country. Since you are practically useless to me right now, I have assigned you as the acting head. The position is yours to work with.”

“What—No!” Ji-Soo said in outrage. “That’s my position! How could you just give it to her?”

“I don’t need to explain my reasons to you, Ji-Soo.”

“But appa—” the girl looked appalled at her father.

“Leave my office. Both of you. Now.” The direct order was cold and piercing to his children’s hearts. The man who had never raised his voice on his kids, unless they did something wrong, is choosing their dirty cousin over them.

When Yoona heard the loud slams of the cabin’s door, she lifted her eyes up to the old man.

“Let’s talk in peace, shall we?”

********

Meanwhile, miles away from America and right into the heart of South Korea, a dark figure, clad in the most darkest attire of an assassin, battled his way through a crowd of armed men as his silver blade pierced through their bodies one by one. With each duck and with each stroke of his blade, blood spilled out onto him like splashes of water. The oncoming rain from above hit him like bullets as he rolled on the wet pavement and slashed at yet another men. His clothing that was designed in the most expensive polymer, tightened around his lean figure as he bent, jumped and rolled under various stalls to avoid the oncoming slaughter of the real bullets, aimed directly at his prominent limbs.

“Ya, hyung!” A childish voice whined from behind him. “Hurry up and save me already. I’m hungry!” A young boy said, jingling the silver metal cuffs on his wrist. He was sitting on a nearby stall, sucking onto a lollipop as armed men surrounded him.

The boy was unfazed by the ring leader who tried to make him cower in fear.

“Pali, Pali hyung!” He whined again when the ring leader tried to take away his lollipop. “Ya! You little cockroach, let go of my lollipop or I swear I’ll stuff your butthole with them.”

The assassin who was in the middle of a trio fight, shook his head in annoyance. He bent and rolled on the ground, letting his blade do the work instead.

“Aish.. this kid.” He muttered to himself before throwing one of his trusty knives at the grubby hands of the ring leader. The old, puggy man screeched in pain as his right hand is pierced by a pointy blade in the shape of a Star. “Stay the fuck away from my brother’s lollipop!”

The said brother smiled and continued to suck on the juicy blob of sugar.

Another minute passed, and the assassin’s enemies has decreased in numbers. Bodies piled up the wet pavement as the last of the armed men fell to the ground with a sliced neck. The only one remained was the puggy ring leader and his two trusted men.

“Daebak! Hyung, your awesome!” The younger boy cheered, clapping his cuffed hands together like a teenage Pom Pom girl. His light brown hair also bounced as he jumped up and down.“I feel so proud. My hyung is the best!”

The said hyung scoffed. He has heard that line several times from the younger boy on many different occasions.

“You say the same thing to others, Jungkookie.”

“No, I don’t.” The boy lied, giving the elder a huge, innocent pout. The tongue that has now turned blue due to the lollipop he has been sucking, lapsed around his puffy lips like a little boy. “Pali, Pali! Save me and let’s go for dinner.” He whined again, pouting his lips and widening his doe-eyes.

“Aish...” The said assassin grumbled before raising his sword like a true ninja. He grit his teeth and charged at the last remaining set of men.

A minute later, all three them fell lifelessly on the ground with broken limbs. The younger bunny boy cheered, jumping on the stall like a little kid.

“Yay! Let’s go for hotdogs now!”

The assassin clad in black huffed and wiped his sword clean with his sleeves. He stashed it back into its holster behind him before tugging on his younger brother’s metal cuffs and pulling him off the stall with one hard pull.

The said boy stumbled to his feet before landing on the wet pavement with a thud. His pretty, child-like face turned into a scowl as he felt the rain water seep into his black pants.

“Hyung!” He exclaimed angrily.

“This is the only favour I’m doing for you, Jungkookie” The assassin said in a husky voice as he removed his face mask. He pulled his hood back, revealing a nest of dark orange hair. “Go back home or I’ll dob on you. Next time you get kidnapped by goons, fight your way out. Don’t call me for help.”

“But it’s fun watching you fight.” The boy whined innocently. But he stopped when he noticed his hyung’s narrowed eyes. “Fine. Whatever.”

And with that he pulled himself up on his feet, discarding the metal cuffs on the ground with no help. His hands swiped another lollipop out of his pocket before he skipped away, throwing a simple smirk over his shoulders.

“I swear I’m going to skewer him one day.” The assassin mumbled before shaking his head. Who is he kidding? The bright, sunny angel inside him would never let the dark ninja kill his maknae.

Stupid brotherly bonds.

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musicalluna · 5 years

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nice, a sequel

this is a commission for @ishipallthings who requested a sequel to nice

It's late spring in Manhattan and the weather's perfect when Steve leaves S.H.I.E.L.D. The sun is warm, but the breeze is cool, and Steve takes a deep breath as he starts toward the bus stop that will take him back toward the Tower. Days like this he likes to stay above ground where he can see the world go by. Today he doesn't pay as much attention to the trip as he normally might—his mind's somewhere else. On someone else.

He and Tony had sat in the kitchen for hours talking and passing the spoon back and forth while they made a considerable dent in the carton of ice cream the night before. With the cat out of the bag, Tony had wanted to know everything about the little gifts, details about the classes Steve was signing up for, which edits he'd liked best. Now that Steve was watching for it, he could see Tony taking mental notes of their conversation. More gifts would come out of it, Steve could feel it to his bones. He'd gone to bed feeling lighter than he had in years. Even now, in the searing spring sunshine, the memory hasn't tarnished. Without asking for anything in return, and without any recognition at all, Tony has been making Steve's life more bearable. Something he's realized as he thought about it is that no one does that for Tony. They ask him for things and thank him when he does them (it's fifty-fifty odds as to whether or not they also give him a hard time). Tony doesn't seem bothered by it or inclined to stop, but it bothers Steve. Now that he's paying attention, he knows he's been less gracious than Tony deserves for all he's done. Ma would be disappointed. Which is why Steve stops by a place on his walk from the stop to pick up a burger and fries. It's not unusual for Tony to show up in the kitchen ravenous because he's forgotten to eat. Bringing him something before he gets to that point isn't much, but it's something Steve can do. He pauses at the door to the workshop and says, “JARVIS, can you ask Tony if I can come in?” JARVIS doesn't respond, but inside the shop, Tony cocks his head and then glances back over his shoulder. Steve waves. Tony says something, and the door opens with a hiss. “To what do I owe the honor?” Tony asks and the question is casual, but there's something guarded in the way Tony looks Steve over. It makes Steve feel worse. Tony does all these nice things for Steve, but he still doesn't trust him. Pushing the thought aside, Steve holds up the bag. “I stopped for lunch, and I thought you might be hungry.” Tony stares in surprise for a moment. Then he gathers himself and says, “Yeah, I could eat.” To say the meal is awkward would be an understatement. Steve doesn't know where the easy conversation from the night before has gone, but he feels like a dolt as they stagger their way through. “Well, I'll see you later,” he says, when they've both finished, and Tony's eyes keep sliding over to the holographic displays nearby. “Oh,” Tony says, a mishmash of emotions crossing his face, “yeah, sure, okay. Thanks for lunch.” “Anytime,” Steve says and then makes a not-too-hasty retreat. That had been a disaster. Steve can't understand it, and he wants to, so he goes to the gym and starts going through his routine with the bag, trying to break things down like he would after a battle. He's nearly thirty minutes in when it hits him—Steve had come in the afternoon after finding out Tony's been giving him all these gifts and immediately given something to Tony and stood right there. Steve had liked that he didn't feel pressured to react in a certain way or to reciprocate the mystery nice person's gestures. Maybe that's why Tony had done it that way in the first place, and Steve's gone and put that exact pressure on him. “I have to be more subtle,” he realizes aloud. “Aim for the stars, Cap,” Clint calls from across the room. Steve swipes a wrist across his forehead and shoots Clint a dirty look. “I didn't ask the peanut gallery.” Clint grins toothily at him. “I offer my nuggets of wisdom freely.” “Let me offer you a nugget,” Steve retorts. “Don't.” – Before Steve gets a chance to try again, Tony beats him to the punch. Steve has an appointment with S.H.I.E.L.D. medical. He despises medical, but he recognizes that it's necessary to do regular checkups to be sure he's recovered from old injuries and to make sure he's healthy. Anything he might catch could easily kill the other Avengers. Better safe than sorry. He's not sure how Tony finds him, but he strides out of a hallway Steve passes on his way to medical and falls into step with Steve. His eyes are hidden behind a dark pair of sunglasses, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. “Hey, there, Cap. Where you headed?” “Medical.” Tony glances over at him, sunglasses glinting under the fluorescents. “Care for some company?” It's embarrassing, but Steve does. The idea of Tony watching on while the doctors poke and prod at him relaxes the knot in his belly. Tony won't let them do anything they shouldn't. “I'd like that,” he says, and Tony's mouth curls slightly at the corners. “You got it, Cap.” Tony talks the whole way to the medbay and hardly lets up once they get there. He talks about his projects and asks Steve questions to help him with the new advanced helmet he's working on for Steve. He wants to put a heads-up display into the eye holes. While the doctors put him through the shoulder maneuvers for the physical exam inspecting his muscles and joints, Steve tells Tony what kinds of information would be useful in a HUD and what would just be a distraction. Tony keeps trying to talk him into adding things, and Steve keeps patiently reminding him that as smart as the serum made him, he's still no Tony Stark. It makes Tony look quietly pleased. “Come on, Cap, I think you're underestimating the amount of data you can process.” Steve chuckles. “No, you're overestimating it, Smart Guy.” Tony's presence makes the appointment go by that much faster, and it should be uncomfortable doing all this in his skivvies while Tony watches on, but Tony keeps his eyes firmly on Steve's face and at this point, the more naked he is, the more comfortable he is with Tony there. He knows Tony will have his back. It's a funny, warm realization. – Steve's next attempt to be nice is less showy. Tony doesn't even see him doing it, because what he does is guard the coffee pot so there are still a couple mugs worth of Tony's favorite in the carafe when he comes to the kitchen. It takes a week worth of watching Tony to see what coffee types he likes best, JARVIS' help keeping track of his movements, and Clint being annoyed with him, but he does it. It makes him proud, and the satisfaction of watching Tony's contented expression as he takes his first sip motivates him to think of more things he can do to make Tony happy. Once he remembers Tony saying that's why he started doing it, that makes it much more comfortable. He's beginning to recognize what Tony looks like when he's happy and starts scribbling notes in his sketchbook alongside his doodles whenever he notices something in particular. Tony always seems pleased by gifts, even when they're stupid things like Natasha giving him a sauce packet from a restaurant with Iron Man on it, so Steve keeps his eyes peeled when he goes out and picks things out occasionally. A scarf with gold flecks that reminds him of Tony's eyes, an itty bitty Iron Man figurine, a pack of his favorite snack, anything that makes him think of Tony. Once he buys Tony a piece of art—a painting of the reflection of a chrome bumper—and Tony's face when he presents it to him makes him flush and start to draw back. “NO,” Tony says loudly, and grabs hold of one edge of the painting. “It's mine now. Thank you.” Steve swallows, his heart pounding at the base of his throat. Tony's fingers are touching his, and he feels completely unmoored. “You're welcome,” he finally manages. – It doesn't occur to him how much things have changed between him and Tony until he goes to the SI R&D department to deliver fifteen bags of take out because Tony had told him his team was working sixteen hour days trying to fix something that had gone wrong. Tony smiles as he watches the team dig into the bags, but it's heavy on his face, his eyes lined and his face a little gray. Steve curls a hand around the back of his neck and says, “Hey. You all right?” Tony looks at him and sighs. “As all right as I can be. My back hurts, and it feels like my brain's bleeding, but sure.” Steve squeezes his neck lightly. “Well, I can't do anything about the brain bleed, but I could rub your back?” He realizes immediately how intimate what he's proposing is, but before he can think better of it, Tony says, “Could you really? I might die.” That settles it and Steve nods. “Of course. It may not be very good, but I've got strong hands.” “You've got strong everything,” Tony mutters. “Come on.” He leads Steve over to one of the conference rooms and slumps down on to the nearest armless chair backward, pressing his face into the leather back. Steve puts his hands on Tony's shoulders but doesn't start in intense right away. He rubs his palms slowly over Tony's back, kneading lightly with his fingers, but not using too much pressure. He drags the tips of his fingers across Tony's shoulders and then down either side of his spine, just getting him used to the touch. After maybe five minutes, Tony's posture softens, and he leans heavily into the chair back, the tension slowly easing out of his shoulders. That's when Steve starts massaging more deeply, using his whole hands to squeeze the muscles and pressing harder. Tony groans. It gives Steve an immense sense of satisfaction to see Tony come apart like that, bit by bit. There's something about it that just makes him feel accomplished, like he's done something that really needed doing. He keeps at it for the better part of half an hour. By that time Tony's slumped against the chair back, his face mashed into the leather, arms dangling loosely at his sides. Steve's pretty sure there's drool on the chair. “Ngh,” Tony finally grunts. “'f I don't go back I never will.” Steve slows his hands, kneading more lightly at Tony's shoulders. “All right. Let me know if there's anything else I can do.” “Help me up?” Tony asks. Steve helps him find his feet, steadying Tony when he wobbles precariously. Tony's face is right there, his eyes hooded and his breath warm on Steve's jaw. Steve freezes, staring directly into Tony's eyes and he watches them widen the slightest bit, Tony's breathing suddenly stuttering. His skin is warm under Steve's hand where he's still touching him, lingering on his skin because Tony's shirt is unbuttoned halfway and his collar's open and he smells like espresso and sweat and the lotion Steve had grabbed off a nearby counter at some point. Steve's heart is beating so hard in his chest it feels like being small and weak again, it feels like tachycardia, it feels like panic and anticipation and an urgency he hasn't felt for anyone since he said goodbye to Peggy seventy years ago. Realization takes his breath away. Oh. Oh. That's why he wanted so badly to give back to Tony. Why he wanted to see him happy. It's not gratitude, and it's not teambuilding, or it is, but it's all buried under the need to see Tony happy, thriving. He's in love with Tony. He doesn't know when exactly it happened but now that he's staring at it—Tony—straight in the face, he knows that's exactly what this is. At his back, the door opens, and panic lurches up Steve's throat. He steps back, letting go of Tony so fast he tips forward a little. Steve turns his head enough to see Pepper peering around the door. “Tony?” she says. “Here you are, they've been looking for you. Oh, Steve. Hello.” Steve reacts on pure habit and nods his head. “Ma'am.” He winces the minute it's out of his mouth because Pepper told him a long time ago that she didn't want him calling her ma'am or Miss Potts unless they worked together which they did not. She doesn't seem to notice though, busy approaching Tony who's trying to get his shirt back in order. Steve flushes as he watches them, suddenly all too aware of how this must look, him and Tony squirreled away in a conference room, Tony looking mussed and dopey. With an intensity that surprises him, Steve finds himself wishing that was precisely what had happened, and that Pepper knew it. “...lost track of time,” Tony is saying. “Captain America gave me a massage.” He sounds smug, and Pepper smiles indulgently at him. “Well, that was very nice of him, you needed something like that. Unfortunately, we need you back out there being brilliant now.” “Story of my life,” Tony sighs, but it's in good humor. “I should go,” Steve blurts, “let you get back to work.” “Hey, thanks, Steve. I feel a million times better.” Steve nods and smiles and flees. – Steve goes out to a coffee shop where he can get some distance and think. He does this often enough that he has a usual spot and one of the baristas smiles at him from where they're wiping down the other tables as he sits down. He sketches while he considers the piano that fell on his head while he was with Tony. He's interested in Tony as more than a friend. This isn't the first time he's felt something like this, and it's not even the first time he's taken a shine to another man, but. Well, he'd been aware of it then, it hadn't hit him like Thor's hammer out of seemingly nowhere. He feels guilty for it because if he'd only been doing nice things for Tony out of some kind of attempt to get Tony's attention that was wrong. As his sketch of the shop storefront develops though, the guilt fades. He hadn't been doing them to get Tony's attention, he'd been doing it to see Tony happy. As happy as Tony had made him. Steve's breath catches and his pencil stills on the page. Was that why Tony had done it? “You deserve to be happy, Steve.” The thought that Tony might reciprocate Steve's feelings fills him with a giddy bubble of happiness. When Tony has some time, Steve will talk to him and find out if he's right. – When he gets home, it's early evening, and Steve is feeling loose and contented, still warm with the thought that there may be something between him and Tony they can explore. He brightens when he walks into the kitchen to find Tony in his rumpled dress shirt leaning against the island countertop. He's grinning across it at Clint who has his hands thrown up in the air. “A dog park!” “Yes,” Tony says, voice thick with amusement. He takes a bite of the breadstick in his hand. “In the Tower!” “Where else would I put it?” Tony asks. “Lucky should be able to run around with his friends.” “You're unbelievable,” Clint says, which is his way of saying thank you. Tony grins. “I know.” Clint throws a wadded up napkin at Tony's head as he leaves. “Send pictures!” Tony yells after him. Then he catches sight of Steve and his smile widens. “Steve, hey. Thanks again for earlier.” Steve shrugs. “You needed it. What was Clint all worked up about?” Tony returns his shrug. “I had a dog park installed on the fifteenth floor. A high-rise isn't the best environment for a dog, you know? Clint doesn't get up early enough to take Lucky to Central for the off-leash hours, and SI's got plenty of employees with dogs—I figured why not?” “That's awfully nice of you, Tony,” Steve says, feeling his heart sink to his feet. Maybe he's not so special to Tony after all. – Steve feels like a heel for his reaction to discovering Tony does nice things for the others. He should be happy that Tony is a good, kind person who does stuff like this for no reason. It's part of what Steve loves about him after all. Despite the logic of that, he's jealous. He wanted to mean something more to Tony, that's all. It's embarrassing, how badly he misinterpreted things. More than ever, he owes Tony repayment for all the good things he's done. He just...can't quite face Tony with how foolish he's been, so he does his best to repay Tony's kindness without interacting with him directly. Natasha watches him enter the kitchen one morning just after Tony's left—Steve had waited in the hallway until he'd heard him leave. “Steve,” she says tone heavy with unspoken words. Steve grimaces at the coffee pot. “What's going on with you and Tony?” she asks, and he sighs. Of course she knows. “Nothing,” he says, knowing it's a feeble denial at best. “Mhm.” She sips her tea judgmentally. “Did he—say something?” Steve asks, voice getting stuck part way through the question. “Why, what would he say, Steve?” Steve shakes his head, feeling the back of his neck grow hot. “Nothing. That I know of.” “Which is why you waited in the hall until he left.” Steve's heart throbs, caught out. Natasha sighs. Steve slinks back out of the kitchen with his coffee, feeling guilty. Later, he's in the gym (after making sure Tony isn't, of course) and Clint strides in with a sigh. “Steve, man, I love you, but what the hell did you do?” Steve pauses his workout, wiping a hand across his sweaty forehead. “Uhh…?” Clint throws something at him—a small piece of paper that Steve catches against his chest. When he lowers his hand to see what it is, the paper drifts into his palm and Steve's throat goes tight. “Where did you get this?” he rasps. “Tony gave it to me and told me to give it to you.” Tony. The small paper is a photograph. He doesn't know who took it or where or how, but it's a photo of him and Peggy. There's a hand on Steve's shoulder in the picture that he's almost positive is Bucky. “Why's Tony giving things to me to give to you instead of giving them to you himself.” “What?” Steve says and tears his gaze away from the photo. “He made me an errand boy. Whatever you did, fix it, Steve.” Clint kicks him in the ankle, none too gently, and leaves. Steve looks at the photograph again, his heart clenching like a fist in his chest. He's never seen this one before, and Peggy looks… For a moment, the loss yawns so wide and dark inside him it feels inescapable. Then he remembers why he has this photo, and he swallows down his embarrassment and disappointment and heads down to Tony's workshop. Tony is sitting at his workbench working with a screwdriver and some kind of electronic with a hologram hovering close by feeding him readouts. “Tony,” he calls, “I can't...I can't accept this.” Tony pauses in his work and then turns slowly, one eyebrow rising up his forehead. “What exactly do you think I'm going to do with it?” Steve doesn't know how to answer that. Tony planned this he realizes when he meets Tony's eye. Tony's lips press into a thin line, and he whaps the screwdriver against the meat of his palm. “Why'd you stop talking to me, Steve?” Steve swallows, pulling the photo back in toward his body. Miserably, he says, “I'm sorry, Tony. I keep trying to fix this, and I just keep making it worse. I thought if I got some distance I could stop myself.” Tony frowns. “Stop yourself from what?” Steve closes his eyes, chin dropping. “Stop myself from being a jealous jackass.” He sighs. “Obviously I'm not doing a very good job.” “Jealous?” Tony echoes. “Jealous of what?” Steve scrubs his face with his hands. The sweat from his workout has dried, itchy and uncomfortable on the back of his neck. “I thought… I thought I was special. That maybe...you were doing these things—” He holds up the photo. “—because you—” Steve trails off, grimacing. “But then you gave Clint the dog park and—” He sighs again. “It's nothing you did, Tony, honest.” “Hang on—you're jealous because I gave Clint the dog park?” “I shouldn't be upset that you're a good guy, Tony, but—” “But you are.” “That's not why I'm upset!” Tony gives him a profoundly skeptical look. “I'm upset because I thought it—meant something.” Steve is mortified when Tony stares at him. He starts backing toward the door, hands raised. “I'm sorry—Tony, I'm sorry, I am. I'm going to—stop, I promise.” “Hang on,” Tony says, raising his voice, and Steve freezes. Then, very carefully, Tony says, “Steve, how many dog park-like things have I done for you?” Steve shrugs, uncomfortable. “Dozens, maybe?” “And do you know how many I've done for Barton?” Steve shakes his head. “One,” Tony says. Then after a beat, “Okay maybe two or three. A handful. But nowhere near the dozens I've done for you. Do you know why that is?” Steve swallows, his heart suddenly beating faster in his chest. Tony's eyes are intense, his lips trembling ever-so-slightly. “Because you're different, Steve.” Steve can't find his voice around his pounding heart. He's special to Tony and Tony's a good, kind person. “You're...something else, Tony,” he finally croaks. “I hope someday I can be half the man that you are.” Tony's eyes go wide, his tongue darting out nervously over his bottom lip. He gives Steve an uncertain, puzzled smile. “You're Captain America,” he says like that's half as important as Tony constantly working himself to the bone to make the people around him happy and, not only that, to keep the world around him safe. Steve is just a sickly kid from Brooklyn with something to prove. He shakes his head. “Tony, you fight the little everyday battles alongside the world-changing ones. You're the reason I can keep fighting at all.” “I think you're underselling yourself.” “I think you're underselling yourself.” Tony's mouth twitches upward on one side, and he twists the screwdriver between his hands. “So...you think I'm pretty great. And I think you get where I'm coming from now. So.” His eyes flicker to Steve's. “What now?” “Well,” Steve says, taking a slow step forward. “My last good kiss was in 1945.” A grin blooms over Tony's face, brightening until Steve feels like he's going to burst with the warmth filling him up.

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Arctic Monkeys-3/3/19

Fact: I love Arctic Monkeys. So that’s why I was so excited when they announced their Australian tour late last year in support of their new album, ‘Tranquillity Base Hotel and Casino’. Tickets were brought early, and the excitement levels were already high as possible. So on Sunday the 3rd of March, Bri and I headed over to the Entertainment Centre to bask in the glory that the boys from Sheffield were about to bring to us.

Now, I’m pretty vocal about my dislike for the Entertainment Centre and larger venues in general. I like smaller intimate venues. With the big venues, you’ve got to get there super early to get a decent spot and then it's just you and all of Brisbane pressed up against you. I can’t see, I can’t move, I can’t think. If that’s your idea of a good time, good for you but I think less is more. If I can’t get a decent spot up the front; I’m more than happy to grab a seat rather than battle it out with 1 million other people. Arctic Monkeys made me regret getting a seated ticket.

Bri had looked at the setlist before, but I went in blind. I did cop a spoiler via a video from the Sydney show where they opened with Four out of Five. So, I was fully ready for those smooth Nick O’Malley Bass lines to kick us off. I was dead wrong. The Fiery opening chords of Do I Wanna Know blew my tiny little mind. Say what you want about the Monkeys, but that’s one hell of a song and one hell of an opening riff. I am so glad that I didn’t know what was about to happen because in that first moment I felt alive and remade.

The Monkeys themselves looked fantastic, well suited and slicked back and oozing charisma. The statement piece of the stage was an iconic hexagonal light that would descend from the ceiling whenever they would play a song from the eponymous album. It really transformed the arena into a lonely, long forgotten casino lounge.

Brianstorm was next and wow, if the set was just Brianstrom, I would’ve had an actual heart attack. That song goes hard as and the pit looked insane; exploding with activity. Shout out to Matt Helders’ and that god like drumming!

A good thing was that they threw in songs that I didn’t expect. Snap Out of It was one of them. This shows how far back I have loved the Monkeys, I performed this song for a music performance assessment on cello back in high school.

The next hour and a bit was an absolute marvel to be a part of. I’ve heard some people online say that they’re soulless now, but I beg to differ. They’re not the same band they were 10 years ago, that’s undeniable. They’re cleaner cut, more polished but it would also be super weird if they were pretending to be those scrappy 20 somethings again. They’ve evolved in a way that feels very natural; they’ve taken risks that feel organic; they can’t just try and recreate the old days, they’ve got to grow up.

Where the Monkey’s really shone on that evening, was when playing songs from Tranquillity Base; One Point Perspective was unfortunately cut short before Alex had the chance to lose his train of thought, due to some dude passing out in the crowd and having to be pulled out. We didn’t even notice from up in the stands, it was only in talking to friends in the pit that we found out what happened. The title track was also a highlight; moody and atmospheric.

Four out of Five was the perfect way to finish the set. Alex bidding the audience farewell with a simple thank you and letting the instantly recognisable video beginning to Four out of Five. It’s a weird shutter/squeak noise synchronised with the light flashes and it’s just fantastic. Like I can’t quite convey to you the feeling that area had in those opening seconds, being bathed in the red flashes, and knowing exactly what was coming next, was almost supernatural; like a collective held breath only let out with the drop of those bass lines. I’ve mentioned Nick O’Malley’s bass lines several times before, but I don’t believe enough can be said about just how godlike they are. They’re often the main focus of the Arctic Monkey’s songs but even when they’re not; they are.

And when the song comes to a head over Jamie Cook’s soaring and frantic guitar to the final “Four Stars out of Five” and immediately dropping to the final bass riff. My soul ascended. It was an out of body experience that I’m not sure I can ever achieve again.

They exited the stage and I genuinely wasn’t sure if there was going to be an encore. They had played all the songs I could think of, and I honestly didn’t know what else there was. I was still reeling from what I’d just experienced.

We did stick around, almost busting our eardrums as the noise reached fever pitch.

And man, were we rewarded. Rewarded with Star Treatment, the stand out opening track from the new album. “I just wanted to be one of The Strokes” came the screams echoing off the walls. I felt that.

We kept being treated with a song Sydney and Melbourne did not get- ‘Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High’ Again with the basslines! Such a slap! The other cities got No 1 Party Anthem. And what a hard decision that was when I asked myself to choose. WYOCMWYH barely edged it out for THAT BASSLINE. CANNOT BE UNDERSTATED.

And finally, the big finale. R U Mine? I think you could’ve powered the entire world for a year with the energy in that room. The pit exploded. The stands exploded. It was a force of nature. What a way to farewell Arctic Monkeys; screaming R U Mine???

Highlights- My favourite favourite song is Crying Lightning and that was the only song that I definitely wanted to see, and I was so in awe of the spectacle before me that I didn’t even recognise it as it began and it’s pretty distinctive. But man, did I lose my shit when I caught on!!! Alex took a break in the bridge to pretend row a boat with his guitar, which was fun!!!

One thing that I did gain from the show was a love for the song Pretty Visitors. The chorus is something you just have to see live, it brought such a creepy atmosphere when looking over the pit, seeing the ‘pit of snakes’ in real life.

Don’t be mistaken this is still a band at the absolute top of their game, but the game has changed.

I had such a fun wonderful time and definitely recommend both the music and live show of Arctic Monkeys! Here’s not having to wait another 6 years for another tour!!! Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook, Mack

#arctic monkeys #brisbane #alex turner #nick omalley #matt helders #jamie cook #arctic monkeys live #boondall entertainment centre #live review #live music #toogigforherboots #gigreviews #tranquility base hotel and casino #australian tour

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Elementary, My Dear Anderson; Complete!

Chapter Thirteen Also on AO3

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve

Note: This fic is complete! I hope you've had as much fun reading it as I've had writing it. Thank you for coming along for the ride on this Klaine/Sherlock Holmes mash-up! Huge thanks to @flowerfan2, my beta, my dear friend, and the one who happily pushed me into resurrecting this two year old idea from the ashes. And thank you to @slayediest @klaineadvent and @todaydreambelieversfic for keeping the candle lit for us.

Day 24: Santa

“Blaine? Blaine, honey, can you hear me? Do you know where you are?”

Blaine felt like he was swimming up from deep water. Everything seemed really heavy and slow. He tried opening his eyes but the light was too bright and it hurt. His head ached, he was nauseous, and the left side of his body was sore. What had happened to him? He would be panicking, except that was Kurt’s voice next to him, and Kurt holding his hand tightly. He tried squeezing back, but he seemed to have lost most of his strength. A lighter press would have to do.

He smelled Kurt’s cologne, and then felt his lips on his cheek. Maybe he should try opening his eyes again.

There was his husband, his face bent down close to his, with red-rimmed eyes and a very scared expression on his face. That was a look that never failed to gut Blaine. All he wanted to do was make it go away.

“Hey,” Blaine said softly. “What happened?”

Kurt swallowed and gripped Blaine’s hand more tightly. Blaine tried to lift his other arm to pull Kurt to him, which was when he realized it was tethered to an IV. That frightened him.

“Kurt! Am I okay?”

Someone else came into view, a woman wearing a white medical coat.

“Hi, Blaine. I’m Dr. Abutra. I’m a neurologist, and you’re at Lima Memorial Hospital. You’re going to be fine. Nothing’s broken. You hurt your head, and we’re treating you for a mild concussion. You also have bruising along your left arm and ribs. Do you remember what happened to you?”

Blaine’s thoughts seemed all jumbled. He had memories of Kurt as Sherlock Holmes and him as Dr. Watson (why was he Dr. Watson? Kurt had been in that play, not him!), and somehow, most of the people they knew in Lima had been involved, too.

Blaine closed his eyes again. “I’m trying to remember but everything seems all mixed up. I think it’s making me feel worse. Ugh, my head hurts, and my stomach...”

“That’s okay,” Dr. Abutra said soothingly. “That’s a normal response to a concussion. No more questions for a while, then. Try not to think too hard about anything right now. Do you meditate?”

Blaine started to nod but doing that hurt, too. “Yes.”

Dr. Abutra looked pleased. “Good. Concentrate for now on emptying your mind and breathing slowly, in through your nose and out through your mouth.” Blaine immediately began to do just that, and found it helped.

Kurt still looked worried. “Can I stay with him?”

Dr. Abutra nodded. “Of course. But it is starting to get late. We’re going to keep him overnight for observation. Right now, the best thing for him is rest. So you should decide if you want to go home at some point, and come back in the morning, or stay here. Blaine, I’ll be back to check on you later.”

Once they were alone, Blaine pressed Kurt’s hand again. “My eyes are closed because the light hurts, but I’m awake. You can talk to me.”

Kurt leaned down to kiss Blaine again, and he could feel the wetness from Kurt’s tears.

“Please don’t cry. You heard what the doctor said. I’m going to be fine.”

Kurt wiped his eyes with a tissue. “You have no idea how scared we were. They couldn’t tell us if you were badly hurt or not until maybe a half hour ago, when all the test and scan results came back.”

Blaine shifted slightly on the mattress to get more comfortable. “How long have I been like this?”

“Maybe four hours? I don’t think you’ve been unconscious the whole time though. The doctors and nurses said you were mumbling a lot. They actually got concerned, thinking you were hallucinating.”

Kurt giggled despite himself. “They said they couldn’t make out most of what you were saying, but one word you kept repeating was ‘Holmes.’ They thought that maybe you were a builder or worked in real estate until I figured out you must have been talking about my play.”

Blaine groaned. “Oh my god. It was like I had entered a parallel universe. We and our friends all existed but somehow did different things? You and I had English accents, I was Watson, and I don’t even think we were married to each other. Plus Rachel made a pass at me.”

“No way!” Kurt exclaimed. But then he looked thoughtful. “You know, for Rachel, that’s not a surprise.”

Blaine groaned again, but this time from the headache and nausea. “I think I may have just pushed my brain too hard. I’m going to do the breathing exercises again.”

Kurt sighed. “Oh sweetie. Let me go outside for a minute to speak to Dad and Carole while you rest. I’ll fill them in, and we’ll figure out what we’re doing. I’m the only one they’re allowing to see you for now. I’ll be back.” Kurt leaned down and kissed Blaine again, but on the lips.

Blaine smiled, keeping his eyes closed.

The next morning, Kurt was at his husband’s side, both listening to the nurse’s discharge instructions.

“Blaine, for the next few days, you need to take it easy. That means you want to limit your thinking/remembering activities to prevent your symptoms from getting worse.”

Blaine and Kurt nodded. That was easy, Blaine thought. He could do that.

“You also need to avoid any strenuous physical activity.”

Blaine and Kurt exchanged glances. Did that mean no sex??

The nurse caught on and smiled at them. “I’m sure you can figure out how to be intimate in gentle ways. It’s only for a few days. The rule of thumb for any activity is, if the activity worsens your symptoms, don’t do it until you can tolerate it. If your symptoms don’t worsen, then the activity is okay. Also get plenty of nighttime sleep. Give your body what it needs to heal.”

They talked for a few more minutes. Then Blaine signed off on his discharge papers. The nurse gave him the written instructions to take home. “The wheelchair attendant will be here in a few minutes to take you out. Kurt, do you need to bring your car around?”

“No, my dad will be waiting for us at the front entrance. I just have to text him when we’re ready to leave.”

The nurse smiled, and shook their hands. “Feel better soon, Blaine. You still have a few days to decorate the tree and get ready for Christmas.”

Kurt shook his head. “Blaine’s not doing anything with tree decorations except supervise from the sofa.”

Blaine and the nurse both laughed. “Sounds like a plan,” she said. “Merry Christmas, guys.”

Once they were alone, Kurt lifted Blaine’s hand to his lips and kissed it. “I’m so glad you’re feeling better today.”

“Much better,” Blaine replied. “I’m glad I have pain killers for the headache and my side, but I’m a lot less groggy today. I still can’t get over that crazy dream I had.

Kurt put both of Blaine’s hands in his. “If it’s going to be a crazy dream, at least I’m glad I was in it.”

Blaine nodded. “Oh, you were brilliant. Sherlock Holmes saved the day for McKinley High School, and I got to be your faithful Dr. Watson.”

“Now you’ll have a story to tell every Christmas.”

Blaine pulled Kurt to him. “Speaking of Christmas, what do you want Santa to bring you this year?”

Kurt sighed happily and sank into Blaine’s hug. “All I want for Christmas is you.”

The End

End Notes:

The genesis of this fic goes back to 2016, when I submitted the following prompt to the TodayDreamBeliever’s 2016 Gift Exchange: Klaine as Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. You get to pick who inhabits which character. You can have them doing anything, e.g. solve a mystery in the style of Holmes or just be hanging out while Holmes plays the violin, or Watson writes his stories for Strand Magazine, as long as it's true to the Sherlock Holmes' canon.

When a different prompt of mine was picked instead, I asked if I could have this one back. I’ve been a huge fan since childhood of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the creator of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. He wrote numerous long form and short stories featuring these characters, and one of my cherished possessions is a copy of The Complete Sherlock Holmes. If your knowledge of the Holmes canon is from film and/or television, or from contemporary authors such as the brilliant Laurie R. King, who writes the Mary Russell – Sherlock Holmes novels, you owe it to yourself to read what started it all, the stories by Conan Doyle. Begin with the first one, the origin story, A Study in Scarlet. You won’t be able to put them down.

This fic is a mash-up of Klaine and Sherlock Holmes, with a bunch of Glee characters making “cameo appearances” (thanks @flowerfan2 for using that term, I’m stealing it from you for this note!). Throughout the chapters, I have liberally sprinkled a bunch of Glee references which I hope made you smile. I also used some famous Sherlock Holmes quotes from Conan Doyle’s books. In the interest of transparency, and my need to give proper credit, here they are:

“Come, Watson, come! The game is afoot. Not a word! Into your clothes and come!“ FromThe Abbey Grange

“It is a capital mistake to theorize in advance of the facts.” From A Scandal in Bohemia

“And you don’t want your name to appear?” “Not at all. The work is its own reward.” From The Norwood Builder

“How often have I said that when you have excluded the impossible whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?“ First used in The Sign of Four

#Klaine Advent 2018 #klaine advent: santa #perryavenue fic #Sherlock Holmes (after a fashion)

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I’m a bit late on this, but I want to share a #metoo moment of my life for those who say “If it really happened why didn’t she tell someone?” It’s not sexual in nature, instead about abuse.

side note: just finished writing... and wow it went on longer than I was planning on. Feel free to skip this or read the tl;dr at the bottom.

When I moved to this area I was 18 and fresh out of high school. I was 3,000 miles away from the place a spent all my life and needed to find a new community. I started attending a local church with a huge college age congregation. Quickly I put myself into volunteer positions. Now the college pastor was amazing; his sermons were very biblically based, he always had time for you and remembered your name even if you only attended twice. The staff was wonderful and open, they always had a place for you whatever your gifts were. They put me in prayer services (I’d listen to and pray over people if they asked for it after the bible study) and setup/break down. The ministry itself was a blessing, and through them I met a really solid core group of friends.

Through this group of friends I met a guy, we’ll call him ‘R’. R was sweet, extremely handsome and well built, charismatic, would give you the shirt off his back. In essence the ~dream~ Christian guy and many girls fawned over him. I thought he was cool but would never held a candle to any of the girls who had crushes, so I never invested any feelings. (Can’t get hurt if you don’t have a crush. *taps forehead*) That was until he started showing interest in me. When we started dating I knew he wouldn’t be around for long, since he was joining the Navy which was a lifelong dream of his since immigrated to the U.S. when he was a kid. However I didn’t care. The beginning few months of our relationship were wonderful. He was passionate, sweet, told me everything a girl could want to hear. “You’re beautiful, I love you.” He would call me endearing names in his native tongue and when we got to see each other sparks flew. However after about six months cracks started showing.

Around this time R became increasingly controlling and jealous. It started with telling me I couldn’t be friends with my ex’s. Sure, I could do that, I mean it sucked but I was ~in love~. Then it was I couldn’t be friends with certain guys, and I was like okay... I got to choose. (During our relationship some friends hit on me/asked me out knowing full well my relationship status. I declined every time because I’m a one man woman) Then it was I couldn’t be friends with any men. I would tell him okay, but never cut the close friendships off and would just tell myself that he was having a hard time being so far away. Then he told me I couldn’t be friends with certain girls. I value my female friendships and asked him why. He said my one friend ‘K’ wore shorts that were too short. I laughed over the phone and told him I wasn’t doing that. I was not losing my girlfriends because he didn’t like their clothing choice.

That was when he became INCREDIBLY passive aggressive. He would go days without answering my calls then when I wouldn’t answer threatened to go AWOL so he could fly home and teach me a lesson. He would pick fights and debate with me like it was his favorite thing to do. When I wouldn’t take his side he would say “I’m the man! You’re supposed to submit to me!” which I would reply with, “We aren’t even engaged, so no I’m not going to. And if you keep acting like this then we will never be.”

The kicker was when he, during a spat that had nothing to do with men, said, “I want to break up with you just to see how long it takes to get back with your ex.” I was FLOORED. I told him that was rude, unbecoming of him, and that I was tempted to just leave him right there. I don’t know what he expected my reaction to be, because he began stumbling with his words and backtracking, “Well, it’s my squadmates. They’re trying to bet on how long it’ll take for you to go back to him.” (Side note: that ex he is referring to and I became friends again later on, but never became romantic) He then went on to talk about little Indy’s and little R’s running around in our future.

At that moment I decided I couldn’t be with him anymore... but there was a problem: he was a paragon, almost a god-like hero in our friend group. If I broke it off I would be seen as some heartless bitch who stomped on his love.

Luckily for me I had began attending another college ministry which we all so lovingly named ‘hippie bible study.’ It was much smaller and more intimate. Some of the people were from the first college ministry, but the majority were new faces. There were usually 20-30 people who attended every Thursday, and it was evenly split down the middle. The girls were amazing and wonderful Christian feminists who prayed with and supported one another.

I broke up with R over the phone an hour before my bible study started. He was upset, but there was nothing he could do since he was literally across the country from me. I remember feeling such joy, and broke down into tears when I told the girls. They hugged me, prayed with me, and a couple spent the night with me to make sure I would be okay.

Now you may be saying that’s the opposite of #metoo. You had a lot of support from these girls! Well, yes, but all that leads up to my ‘aha’ moment.

The rumor mill had been doing its job and a week later our friend group had all caught wind of our breakup. I had been setting up chairs and banners with one of our mutual friends and she lightly brought up the subject. I told myself I would not talk about everything that went on because I didn’t want to feel like I was trashing his character or trying to alienate his friends... but she was insistent on more than just a “we weren’t cut out for each other” excuse.

So I told her. It spilled out of my mouth like a wave at high tide. I didn’t cry or get emotional, but I didn’t spare one detail. After I told her she was quiet for a little like she was processing all I told her. After a few moments she said, “I don’t know if I can believe that, that doesn’t sound like R. Are you sure all that happened?”

It was like being smacked in the face. My own friend who knows me, who knew me for years, who I volunteered with, prayed with, had game nights with did not believe my word. I had no marks on my body from him, instead the abuse I endured was silent and invisible. If she did not believe me, who else in our friend group wouldn’t? How long until she told everyone what I said, how long til it got back to him, and how long until he started trashing my character?

I spent another year at that church before I felt like I needed to move on. After that relationship things changed, people changed, and I never truly felt welcomed afterward. Oh the pastor was still open and welcoming, and the sermons were top notch, but the eyes on me told me everything I needed to know; People would have rather believed his words over mine.

tl;dr: Why don’t people come forward when they’re being abused? Because the majority would rather believe in the fantastical good nature of the perpetrator than the first hand account of victim.

#me too #metoo #abuse #abuse tw #emotional abuse #psychological abuse

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fic: Meet Me Under the Spotlight - Part II

Rating: PG-13 Word Count: ~5800 Characters: Steve/Natasha and the ensemble Summary: A continuation of that celebrity social media au no one asked for.

A/N: I hesitated about revisiting this story because the format was so unique and it flowed incredibly well and I wasn’t sure if I could replicate that. Also, in terms of the universe itself, I wasn’t sure what story I wanted to tell next that would still be fun to read through social media. With that said, I thought about it a lot and had so many things I wanted to add and other characters I wanted to include. I just planned on revisiting this ‘verse through headcanons or blurbs for you darlings, but I took another crack at it instead, and I had just as much fun writing it this time as I did the first time!

By the way, I’ve officially dubbed this ‘verse the Marvelous ‘verse. Because I will be coming back to it.

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‘Marvelous’ Season Finale Recap: “How the Mighty Fall”

May 25, 2017. 8:12 AM PST

SPOILER ALERT! This post contains plot details from the Marvelous season three finale, episode twenty-two, “How the Mighty Fall,” below.

Let’s start by getting this out there: no, we’re still not over it. And with three whole months between now and when Marvelous is scheduled to start filming Season 4, we’re sure the tears won’t stop flowing for a while.

Last night’s episode was the culmination of every heartbreaking fight we had to endure between our heroes, and every hasty action they took came back full circle with a sucker punch to our hearts! This was the lowest point the series has come to yet, and even after watching an entire season of everything falling apart, we still didn’t expect it to happen in such a spectacular fashion.

We’ll be back to get into the gory details soon, but in case you were too caught up in your tears to follow every minute of the finale, here are the highlights:

Black Widow’s betrayal that sent fans into a rage at the end of last week’s episode - episode twenty-one, “A Butterfly in a Web” - turned out to be for good reasons. Which we never doubted, but did you have to take such a hard shot at the Captain to do it?

Evidently, yes. Because not only did the Captain realize too little too late that she was protecting him, but his initial abandonment of her after their fallout ended in grave consequences. He barely makes it to her in time before she can bleed out to death, and when she wakes up, she has no recollection of anything. Not of what happened to her, not of betraying him, and not of anything that has to do with the Team at all. We’re not sure exactly how far this memory loss goes, but it was very clear from her confused and shaken expression when she wakes up that it’s pretty grim. And now that she’s without her memories, the Captain is more lost than ever. Guess it takes temporarily (hopefully temporarily?) losing every precious moment together to put things into perspective.

The escalating tension between Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch is irony at its finest: Quicksilver has spent the entire season as the overprotective older brother to Scarlet Witch, which unfortunately meant that Scarlet Witch has spent the entire season feeling sheltered and suffocated. She finally gets what she wants - a chance to put her newfound control over her powers to work, without Quicksilver hovering over her shoulder - and that left her open to being kidnapped. Understandably, Scarlet Witch could have avoided this with her eyes closed and both hands tied, but she had a little something else to deal with:

The Winter Soldier and Falcon, who have had no love lost between them this season, are quite literally at each other’s throats when they join Scarlet Witch to investigate a lead that takes them into the mountains to sniff out a secret bunker. Their fight last night had been the biggest and ugliest yet, and as expected, they don’t realize how gravely it would cost them until Scarlet Witch - too wrapped up in trying to keep them from killing each other - is snatched from under their noses. And no, it wasn’t the thing they needed to come to some kind of truce. If anything, it only made things worse.

Hawkeye and Thor had left in the previous episode to follow a lead of their own, and as expected, they also run into a nasty baddie of their own. And the blowout was far more fatal than you could imagine. When Agent 13 and Agent Hill were finally able to find them and bring them back to the safety of the Facility, they realized that Thor’s powers were completely gone - so it looks as if healing his eye isn’t something that will happen soon - and Hawkeye is in a coma.

Looks like we’ll need to stock up on tissues for now, because with no indication about how things will end up for another few months, we’re left with broken heroes and even more broken hearts.

What scene was the biggest tearjerker for you? Let us know in the comments below!

Here’s Every Tweet from the Cast and Crew of ‘Marvelous’ During the Season Finale

‘Marvelous’ Season 4 Scheduled to Begin Filming in August

On the Air with Phil Coulson: ‘Marvelous’ Co-Stars Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers Talk Season Finale and Summer Plans

[Image Caption: Natasha Romanoff standing under a floral arch, smiling to someone out of shot. She’s holding a blue and white bouquet and wearing a white dress with a crystal bodice and tulle skirt, a veil attached to her headpiece.]

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carters13 Just got back to set and @nataliaromanov already has the best wardrobe! Glad to see some things never change.

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[Image Caption: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, and Thor Odinson standing in a row, looking in different directions. They are all wearing tuxedos with matching navy blue ties and blue iris boutonnieres.]

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ohsnapwilson First day of filming and none of us know what’s going on. Gonna be a long season. (PS. We paid attention during the table read. Mostly.)

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[Image Caption: Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff sitting down between takes. Steve is wearing a tuxedo with a navy blue tie and blue boutonniere, and Natasha Romanoff is seated on his lap in her wedding dress, the both of them laughing.]

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MarvelousOfficial #Marvelous Season 4 is officially back in business, and we’re so excited about it that we’re getting a jump start on our #MarvelousSneakPeeks!

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The Late Night Show with Peter Quill @PeterQuillTonight -- September 28 Hey #Marvels did you know @therussianprincessnat is stopping by tonight? I hope she brings me a present

Marvelous @MarvelousCW -- September 28 #Marvels be sure to tune into @PeterQuillTonight and show @therussianprincessnat some love. Retweet if you’re watching!

Wanda Maximoff @littlewandamaximoff -- September 28 want to help a girl out #Marvels? @theothermaximoff says there’s no such thing as a @PeterQuillTonight viewing party :(

Sam Wilson @snapwilson -- September 28 so #Marvels got any plans tonight? mine include @PeterQuillTonight, a cramped apartment, and stale beer

Pepper Potts @twopeasinapott -- September 28 hey #Marvels, the @MarvelousCW gang is back to watch @therussianprincessnat on @PeterQuillTonight! Wish you were here <3

Steve Rogers @stevefrombrooklyn -- September 28 Better get ready @PeterQuillTonight because @therussianprincessnat is a lethal charmer. You won’t know what hit you.

Just In: ‘Marvelous’ star Natasha Romanoff appears on The Late Night Show, drops exclusive Season 4 teaser trailer (September 28, 2017)

Everything You Need to Know About the ‘Marvelous’ Season 4 Teaser Trailer

September 29, 2017. 12:55 AM PST

Last week the Marvelous official Twitter announced that the show’s teaser trailer would not be included in the CW sizzle reel due to “production complications”, much to the disappointment of us Marvels everywhere. Little did we know that not only were we still getting that teaser, but we were getting it an entire week early!

When Natasha Romanoff dropped by The Late Night Show last night, it seemed like a typical guest appearance. But we should have known something was up when, just hours before airtime, the Marvelous cast and crew posted tweets upon tweets encouraging fans to tune in, then took to Instagram to post photos of the entire gang gathered in Nick Fury’s penthouse apartment to watch the show. We know this cast and crew love to show their support for each other, but all this seemed like a lot of fuss over a simple talk show appearance, right?

So. Wrong.

“I was so sure I’d get her to dish about her trip,” Peter Quill shared after the show, referring to the Hawaiian vacation where Natasha Romanoff and co-star Steve Rogers seemed to be closer and cozier than ever. Photos of the couple out and about across the islands had made fans swoon over their screens, but not nearly as much as the incredibly intimate photo the pair had posted to Twitter themselves! But if we thought that Peter Quill would finally get the scoop we all wanted, we were mistaken. “I was prepared for every trick Nat could’ve thrown my way except for this one!” Quill had laughed. “I still want answers, but, come on! How could you top that surprise?”

In case you’ve been living under a rock -- or if you want to watch it a few dozen more times like we have -- then here’s the Marvelous Season 4 Teaser Trailer that Natasha surprised the world with last night.

...Couldn’t get the video to load? Don’t worry, we’ve got all 1:15 minutes of it broken down:

We start with a black screen, and the Captain narrating: “When I woke up, they told us we’d won. That the war was over.”

Flashes of scenes in quick succession: Hawkeye in an infirmary bed connected to tubes, bandaging wrapped around his eyes; Scarlet Witch screaming, hands pressed to her head; the Winter Soldier and Falcon on a snowy mountain, both doubled over, blood on the snow; Agent 13 throwing Iron Man’s helmet across the room, nearly hitting Agent Hill’s head as it cracks against the wall.

Black Widow standing in her room, her back to the camera as she reaches for something on the desk, fading into a shot of the Captain watching her from the doorway as his narration continues: “But they didn’t tell me what we’d lost.”

Thor and Quicksilver in the training room, Quicksilver grabbing Thor’s arm and yanking him back as he says, “We have to go after her!” with Thor curtly replying, “If we do, she’s as good as dead.”

Scarlet Witch gathering her energy between her palms, her eyes glowing as men in the foreground aim their rifles; a quick second of nothing, then a shot of a bunker in the snowy mountains erupting into a red explosion, fading into a scene of Falcon and Winter Soldier watching it collapse from afar.

Agent Hill, Agent 13, and Hawkeye (his eyes still wrapped in bandaging) standing over a holographic table as Agent 13, clearly distraught, asks, “All that sacrifice and we only put a Band-Aid on the problem?” Agent Hill answers with, “Maybe, and it’s going to be for nothing if we can’t fix this,” to which Hawkeye scoffs and replies, “Look at us. We can’t even fix ourselves.”

An ominous shot of the cube-like form of energy used to seal Thor’s powers within it, currents of electricity sparking out from its core; then Thor wincing in pain before hurling a weight across the training room.

Black Widow and the Captain standing close together as she hesitantly reaches up to touch his face; then the Captain sitting on his bed, head down, as Black Widow kneels in front of him and asks, “Tell me what to do to help,” to which the Captain replies in a strained voice, “I don’t know.”

Scarlet Witch in the snow, surrounded by the debris of the exploded laboratory, and then the Winter Soldier lifting her into his arms as she tucks her face into his chest, her entire body shaking.

Falcon pressing a kiss to Agent 13′s hair as she closes her eyes, his voice playing over the scene: “So how do we do this?”

Then Falcon and Agent 13 startling as someone enters the room, Iron Man emerging from the doorway with his arm in a sling and a bruise on his cheek. A quick cut to Agent 13 crying as she throws her arms around Iron Man, his voice playing over the scene: “We start with my least favorite thing to do.”

Cut to black, with Iron Man finishing his dialogue: “We ask for help.”

Then a close-up shot of purple light passing over someone’s skin and dissolving into a black, textured material as it spreads. This figure turns around, revealing a complete shot of his high-tech, full-bodied, cat-like suit; then he glances up at the ceiling as another figure -- slighter and smaller in stature, in a blue-and-red suit with a spider across his chest -- repels from the ceiling, landing on his feet.

Best. Teaser. EVER.

And with Marvelous not returning until December, it’ a good thing that we Marvels know how to keep ourselves busy. Bring on the theories!

What did YOU think of the teaser trailer? Let us know in the comments below!

Favorite ‘Marvelous’ Fan Theories for the Upcoming Season

WATCH: Can the Cast of ‘Marvelous’ Sum Up the Entire Series in Thirty Seconds?

WATCH: Peter Parker Almost Missed His ‘Marvelous’ Callback

Maria Hill @aproblemlikemaria -- October 10 you know you’ve been filming too long when @therussianprincessnat and @stevefrombrooklyn turn into an old married couple

Thor Odinson @corethor -- October 10 apparently on hour 16 of filming @therussianprincessnat and @stevefrombrooklyn start arguing in latin. about latin? idk

Peter B. Parker @pbandparker -- October 10 @therussianprincessnat just looked at @stevefrombrooklyn and said “get me donuts” and HE DID. pretty sure she’s a jedi

T’challa T’chaka @ttchalla -- October 10 @therussianprincessnat just jumps onto @stevefrombrooklyn’s back when she’s tired of standing. Think I might try it out.

Clint Barton @cbarton -- October 10 @stevefrombrooklyn went MIA. turns out @therussianprincessnat fell asleep on him and he didn’t want to wake her

Clint Barton @cbarton -- October 10 �� update: @stevefrombrooklyn and @therussianprincessnat held up filming for 15m and @nickfurry just SHRUGGED. i’m suing

Natasha A. Romanoff @therussianprincessnat -- October 10 @stevefrombrooklyn we need new friends

Steve Rogers @stevefrombrooklyn -- October 10 @therussianprincessnat i think you need another nap

[Image Caption: Natasha Romanoff and Peter Parker in their Black Widow and Spider-Man suits, with Peter resting his elbow on Natasha’s head.]

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OCTOBER 22, 2017

[Image Caption: Steve Rogers kissing Natasha Romanoff’s cheek as she laughs, holding a melting cup of ice-cream.]

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stevenrogers I knew I couldn’t compete with @peterbenjipaker’s natural charm so I brought her ice-cream instead. #latenightshoots

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OCTOBER 22, 2017

[Image Caption: Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff between takes on the training room set. Steve stands behind Natasha with his arms around her, leaning forward as Natasha whispers into his ear.]

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OCTOBER 23, 2017

Just In: Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff spotted filming in a downtown Toronto shopping mall, pose for pictures with fans between takes; when asked if the ring on her finger was important to the scene, Natasha coyly responds, “what do you think?” (October 27, 2017)

Happy Halloween! ‘Marvelous’ Treats Fans with More Insight on Upcoming Season

October 31, 2017. 8:25 AM PST.

SPOILER ALERT! This post contains on-set stills from Season 4 of Marvelous.

When we were kids, we gorged on candy for Halloween. Now, we gorge on spoilers!

(But candy would still be appreciated.)

This morning, the Marvelous official Twitter announced that they had a little something special for us Marvels on the show’s official site, and they did not disappoint! Not only were we treated to on-set photos -- confirmed to have been from the start of filming back in August -- but we were also given the official synopses of the first three episodes!

Bonus: none of scenes shown seem to be related to the scenes teased in the trailer.

Can you say, “more spoilers”?

[Image Caption: Steve Rogers in a tuxedo and Natasha Romanoff in a wedding dress, Natasha’s hand tucked into Steve’s elbow as they smile at each other. The seats behind them are filled with the main and recurring cast, dressed for the occasion.]

[Image Caption: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, and Wanda Maximoff driving through a snowy mountain in a jeep. Sam is at the wheel as Wanda and Bucky are shown talking in the back seat, Wanda wearing the Winter Soldier’s jacket.]

[Image Caption: Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff standing in the infirmary. Steve is holding onto Natasha’s arm, his eyes closed as he kisses her forehead.]

[Image Caption: Thor Odinson and Maria Hill sitting on a couch together with a mostly-emptied bottle of whiskey on the table. They’re both holding tumblers of scotch and angled toward each other as they speak.]

[Image Caption: Sharon Carter and Tony Stark in the infirmary set, Sharon seated at Tony’s bedside with a hand in her hair and her face wet with tears.]

[Image Caption: Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff in the gym, a punching bag hanging between them. Natasha has a hand on the bag, her expression concerned as she looks at Steve, whose fist lingers on the punching bag as he angles himself away from her.]

[Image Caption: Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff in the kitchen of a suburban house. Natasha is sitting on the kitchen island next to bags of groceries, her arms draped around Steve’s neck as he’s smiling at her.]

But wait: there’s MORE!

IN SOMNIS VERITAS - Season 4, Episode 1

As the Captain (Steve Rogers) struggles to deal with Black Widow’s (Natasha Romanoff) memories being lost, Agent Hill (Maria Hill) tries to pick up the pieces of the Team’s latest fallout, especially as Thor (Thor Odinson) starts to spiral without his powers and Hawkeye (Clint Barton) remains in a coma. Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier (Bucky Barnes) and Falcon (Sam Wilson) fear that their time to rescue Scarlet Witch (Wanda Maximoff) may be running out.

THE DARKEST NIGHT - Season 4, Episode 2

Scarlet Witch (Wanda Maximoff) realizes that her powers are fluctuating due to the experiments performed by her still-unnamed abductor (guest star Edwin Jarvis), which she fears will have catastrophic side effects. Elsewhere, as extraterrestrial weapons continue to move between counties, Agent 13 (Sharon Carter) urges the Team to take action. Realizing the distress she’s causing the Captain (Steve Rogers), Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff) asks him to help jog her memories.

BEFORE DAWN - Season 4, Episode 3

With the Captain (Steve Rogers) opening up to her and the Team reunited once more, Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff) starts to get flashes of what she believes are her lost memories, though she hesitates to tell anyone. Meanwhile, the return of the Director (writer/producer, guest star Nick Fury) gives Agent Hill (Maria Hill) a new push to rally and regroup, while the arrival of Black Panther (T’challa T’chaka) and Spider-Man (Peter Parker) gives the Team the motivation to move forward.

While we now have a little insight on what to expect from the start of the season, we’re still wondering about those wedding photos posted by the cast back in August. Is it a dream? An illusion? A flash-forward?

Tell us your thoughts in the comments below!

Guest-Stars James Rhodes and Loki Laufeyson Return to ‘Marvelous’

Peggy Carter Expected to Direct ‘Marvelous’ Mid-Season Finale

‘Marvelous’ Newcomer T’challa T’chaka Scheduled to Appear on The Late Night Show

[Image Caption: Natasha Romanoff standing with her back to the camera. She’s wearing a Dodgers jersey and baseball cap, pointing over her shoulder with her thumb at the “ROGERS” stitched across the back of the jersey.]

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[Image Caption: Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff on set, laughing with their arms around each other. Steve is in his Captain suit while Natasha is wearing Steve’s Dodgers baseball cap and personalized jersey.]

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stevenrogers @nataliaromanov dressed up as me and then started hugging everyone on set. Don’t know whether to be flattered or offended.

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[Image Caption: Steve Rogers dressed in his Captain suit and Natasha Romanoff dressed in Steve’s Dodgers baseball cap and personalized jersey. They’re sitting on their set chairs with their backs to the cameras as they talk.]

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iambuckybarnes dude wouldn’t let me try on his precious jersey when he got it, yet Nat steals it from his closet and prances around in it and he’s fine #messagereceived

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OCTOBER 31, 2017

Just In: ‘Marvelous’ writer/producer Nick Fury tweets on-set photo of Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill, and Sharon Carter sharing a warm drink between takes, and fans are quick to notice the diamond ring on Romanoff’s left hand; when his Twitter is flooded with questions, Fury responds with a cryptic, “you’ll see” (November 4, 2017)

The Official Twitter of Access Entertainment @accessentertainment -- November 13 Only one month left until the #Marvelous Season 4 premiere, but of course you #Marvels already know that.

The Official Twitter of Access Entertainment @accessentertainment -- November 13 To celebrate, we asked the cast what their favorite lines of the season are so far #MarvelousLineswithAE

James Buchanan Barnes @iambuckybarnes -- November 13 #MarvelousLineswithAE “It’s not about the fear. It’s about how you react to it. That’s what you taught me.”

Wanda Maximoff @littlewandamaximoff -- November 13 #MarvelousLineswithAE “Unlike you, I can still tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it.”

Sharon Carter @sharoncarter -- November 13 #MarvelousLineswithAE “I used to think that love got in the way of duty. But maybe love is our greatest duty.”

Sam Wilson @snapwilson -- November 13 #MarvelousLineswithAE “If I focus less on the blame and more on the hurt, it makes it easier to heal.”

Steve Rogers @stevefrombrooklyn -- November 13 #MarvelousLineswithAE “There’s nothing and no one that could take your place in my life.”

Natasha A. Romanoff @therussianprincessnat -- November 13 #MarvelousLineswithAE “That isn’t something I have to remember. That’s something I just know.”

Nick Fury @nickfurry -- November 13 #MarvelousLineswithAE “Please say yes.”

Natasha A. Romanoff @therussianprincessnat -- November 13 @nickfurry you sap Natasha A. Romanoff Retweeted @nickfurry #MarvelousLineswithAE “Please say yes.”

AE! Exclusive: Spoilers Straight from the Cast of ‘Marvelous’

November 14, 2017. 8:02 AM PST

SPOILER ALERT! This post contains plot details from the season premiere of Marvelous.

(If any of you Marvels successfully resisted the urge to continue reading, know that we are incredibly impressed.)

That’s right, Marvels. With the Season 4 premiere just a month away, Access Entertainment! received an exclusive invitation to visit the set. And while we were there, we sat down with some of the cast and crew to squeeze out juicy details on what to expect from the upcoming premiere.

(WATCH: Access Entertainment’s Entire First Look from the Set of ‘Marvelous’)

Ready for the spoilers? Yeah, neither were we.

1. The premiere will center around the theme of dreams, and Steve Rogers (playing the Captain) shares that the entire episode should be an emotional roller-coaster. Ready your tissues, Marvels.

STEVE ROGERS: There’s a very blurred line between dreams and nightmares and that’s something the premiere really plays on. We shot two or three, sometimes even four versions of the same dream scenes that were so tonally different from each other. There are really low points but there are really high points, too, and it’s just one of those things you know will have that punch and then keep on punching.

ACCESS ENTERTAINMENT: And we’re guessing one of the Captain’s dreams must involve Natasha [Romanoff, playing Black Widow] in that gorgeous wedding dress all over Instagram?

ROGERS: [laughs] That was actually the very first scene we shot of the season. We read the script together, so we knew it was coming, just not when. But it’s the first day, and we’re all in tuxes and gowns and they’ve got us in this beautiful church set. And I didn’t even see Nat in her dress until we started filming. Nick [Fury, the show’s writer/producer] still won’t admit it but I’m sure that was intentional.

ACCESS ENTERTAINMENT: How romantic!

ROGERS: Yeah, don’t let the guy fool you. He’s just a big softie.

2. We’ll pick up right where the finale left off. Which means throwing salt onto all those wounds that still haven’t healed; their wounds AND ours.

SHARON CARTER [playing Agent 13]: You can watch the finale and then the premiere back-to-back and it’ll sort of be one extended episode. That’s the idea. We put these characters through every circle of hell and back and we don’t want to just jump forward and make you fill in the gaps. We take you with us every step of their emotional journey like we always have, and I can’t share anything, of course, but it doesn’t take long for them to start bouncing back. It’s sort of our way of saying, ‘Hey, we broke your hearts and made you wait half a year because we suck but now you’ll reap the rewards.’

3. After watching an entire season of our heroes falling apart, we can look forward to them coming back together stronger than ever. It’s no secret that watching episode after episode of our heroes fighting among each other was heartbreaking. But Wanda [Maximoff, playing Scarlet Witch] dished that this won’t be the case for the upcoming season.

WANDA MAXIMOFF: You won’t have to worry about us being at each other’s throats nearly as much anymore. When you hit rock bottom, there’s nowhere to go but up!

ACCESS ENTERTAINMENT: Thank goodness!

MAXIMOFF: I know! [laughs] It’s always fun to play those kinds of scenes, you know? They’re very raw and real, and it’s cathartic but in a very safe way to channel all your emotions and let them out. But it’s still draining. We were all so tired from “fighting” with each other by the time we wrapped. We looked forward to having a little fun again and Nick absolutely gave us that

ACCESS ENTERTAINMENT: So we can expect a lot more smiles this season? Maybe even a few laughs?

MAXIMOFF: Absolutely! The first few episodes will deal with the aftermath of the finale, of course. You don’t just sweep that under the rug. But everyone has suffered so much individually, this season you’ll see them lean on each other to heal. At the core, they have a bond you can’t really fit into one type of mold and it’ll be what helps them turn things around.

4. This season will explore the dynamics between our characters in ways we thought we could only dream of. Which means, yes, Marvels. They are in fact listening.

MAXIMOFF: You’ll see characters share scenes together that didn’t have much interaction outside of the group before, and you’ll see relationships in new lights. Iron Man [played by Tony Stark] and Quicksilver [played by Pietro Maximoff] got off to a rocky start, and they’re in a civil place now, but you’ll see them develop a genuine friendship. Iron Man will really pull through for Quicksilver and that finally gives them some common ground. Agent Hill [played by Maria Hill] and Thor [played by Thor Odinson] have always butt heads here or there because they’re just so different. They’re almost the last duo you’d expect to come together and that’s the beauty of it. They end up leaning on each other and it’s beautiful. All of these odd, new dynamics will get their own spotlights and it’s so much fun.

There’s even some role reversal in key relationships. Like with Hawkeye [played by Clint Barton]. He was an important mentor to Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver, and now with his condition he’ll turn to them for guidance. And with Black Widow, she really built up Scarlet Witch and helped her become confident in her abilities and now Scarlet Witch will get to return the favor. She’ll be there to help Black Widow get back on her feet. She becomes Black Widow’s biggest confidant, and that will be such a strong thing for Scarlet Witch, who is in a dark place at the start of the season. These more intimate moments - they’ve been my favorite to film so far.

5. Newcomers Black Panther (played by T’challa T’chaka) and Spider-Man (played by Peter Parker) won’t take long to join the fray. We learned that we won’t be seeing them in the premiere, but at least we won’t have to wait much longer! It’s confirmed that Black Panther and Spider-Man will make their debuts before the end of the second episode.

T’CHALLA T’CHAKA: I was surprised to learn during the table read that Nick wasted no time introducing us. He had us involved from the very first day of filming, even though Peter and I would traditionally not have been called to the set just yet. We were very much included between takes. You would think coming onto a show of this magnitude, joining a cast so established - that would be an intimidating thing, you’d think. But as soon as I got the part everyone reached out to me on their own. We talked, not always about the show. I felt a fast connection. So when Peter and I were watching that first scene being filmed, when Natasha and Steve recited those vows, we were hit just as hard as everyone else. I choked up. I don’t mind sharing that, I’m not heartless. [laughs]

6. There’s a very good chance that every (well, ALMOST every) character that has crossed our heroes’ paths will make a reappearance before the end of the season. At least, it seems that way.

SAM WILSON [playing Falcon]: I’m just making guesses here, but with the way these last three months have gone, it’s probably a good guess. I think we’re somewhere between episodes nine and ten right now and we’ve already brought so many faces back. Sometimes we’ll walk onto a set or get rewrites, and we’ve brought back someone we thought had been written off definitively, and in these cool twists you won’t expect.

ACCESS ENTERTAINMENT: Any names you can hint at?

WILSON: Nah! No, don’t get me in trouble. [laughs] I can’t even hint at anything, but - trust me, it’ll be good. Fans will be excited to revisit these characters and see these shout-outs to old subplots. Some of it will be tying up loose ends, some of it’s just plain fun. Nick’s even got plans to have every guest director come back for an episode if scheduling works out. Don’t worry, I was allowed to share that. I asked. But Peggy [Carter] is already coming back for the mid-season finale and I think they’ve talked about her having a bigger hand in the second half of the season.

ACCESS ENTERTAINMENT: Oh, that’s exactly what we wanted to hear. She’s been involved in those episodes that make me swoon every time!

WILSON: Yeah, she knows how to tug on those heart-strings. She and Nick sat down, I think it was the middle of Season 2. But she and Nick sat us all down and we went around and said where we thought our characters would be in a few seasons and what we wanted for them. And it was all domestic. [laughs] No matter how crazy the world is, those same basic dreams are at our core, you know? And those are Peggy’s favorite stories to tell. Old romantics will be very happy with the intimate moments we fit into these episodes. It’ll be good. Real good.

7. Speaking of intimate: “It’s a very romantic season,” Bucky [Barnes, playing the Winter Soldier] shares. Cue squeals!

BARNES: Obviously the tone of the series will still be there, we don’t deviate into some kind of romantic drama. But you’ve seen the highs and lows of all these relationships, you’ve seen these characters go through so much and now they’ve earned this happiness. It’s a big turning point for our favorite couples, and rather than “will they, won’t they” you get to see them as a unit. That’s kind of the theme of this whole season, “us against the world,” whether it’s couples or friendships or the Team. It’s a great message.

ACCESS ENTERTAINMENT: Can you give us any hints?

BARNES: I wish I could, I really do. We just - we’re all having such a hard time biting our tongues. Each script is better and better and we want to share that with everyone, we want them to be excited with us. But I promise you, if you’ve sat through the last three years with your fingers crossed it’ll pay off. We almost jump the gun in a sense, because it goes from this slow burn to just diving head-first and it’s so satisfying. Even for myself, as a fan of this story and these characters, I see how far everything has come and I just get all tingly. [laughs] It’s great.

Well, there you have it!

It seems like this season will be the most emotional one yet, and luckily for us it sounds like it won’t be of the heart-breaking variety. Hopefully.

What are YOU most excited about for the upcoming season? Let us know in the comments below!

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[Image Caption: Close-up of Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers at night. Steve is kissing her hair, and Natasha is smiling softly with her hand on her cheek, showing off a glittering diamond ring - different from the ring she had been seen wearing in an on-set photo that writer/producer Nick Fury tweeted.]

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[Image Caption: Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers on the set of Marvelous, kissing, her glittering diamond ring resting against his cheek as he dips her. The cast and crew can be seen out of focus in the background, cheering.]

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#romanogers #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #chanty writes #marvelous 'verse #i just really love this 'verse okay??

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What was relationship between Burr and Jefferson?

In 1791, Thomas Jefferson and James Madison decided to take a trip–to New York State and to part of New England. Jefferson and Madison claimed they were traveling on a botany excursion; Jefferson was also interested in studying the Hessian fly. The trip was political as well as scientific. In the brief time together in New York City–Jefferson stayed on Beekman Street and the two Virginians met with New York chancellor Robert R. Livingston, Philip Freneau and, Aaron Burr. It would be the first time that the two of them met.

June, 1795 in the fall, Aaron Burr called at Monticello, leading to Federalist charges that the two men had “planned and approved” the Republican agenda in the ensuing Congress. It had been a brief visit on the mountaintop, only a single day. However the few hours they had spent together, Jefferson and Burr were to be intimately linked for the new dozen years–first as allies, then as foes. Burr proved to be an invaluable to the Jeffersonian cause–until the Election of 1800.

By August, 1796 the papers were already reporting, “to inform you that the people of the state, of every description, express a wish that you should be the new President of the United States, and Mr. Burr, Vice President.” By the time the election did roll around, Jefferson and Burr were running as a duo for President (Jefferson) and Vice President (Burr). In the end, presidential ambitions stood over Burr as he attempted to climb to the Presidency. There is no evidence that Burr considered betraying Jefferson, but Jefferson soon came to believe that his running mate was an unreliable and undesirable ally.

“The dread now,” a correspondent wrote Republican John Breckinridge in late December 1800, “is that Jefferson and Burr are equal as the vote of the electors, and that Burr will be preferred by the Eastern states, not because they think him really the most capable, but because Jefferson is the choice of the people… and their will shall not prevail; this certainly would be a wicked and contrary disposition in them. But what will they not do or attempt?”

By the last Sunday in December 1800, the votes were all in. They came to Jefferson as president of the Senate. It was a tie.

Once an ally, Burr not posed a possible threat. It would prove the 1800 election as another part to Burr’s challenging Alexander Hamilton to duel a few years later. Hamilton understood that “Jefferson is to be preferred” over Burr, “He is by far not so dangerous a man; and he had pretensions to character.” Jefferson, Hamilton noted, “is as likely as any man I know to temporize–to calculate what will be likely to promote his own reputation and advantage; and the probable result of such a temper is the preservation of systems, though originally opposed, which being once established, could not be overturned without danger to the person who did it.” By the end of March 1801, Jefferson was the third president of the United States, and his relationship with Burr was strained greatly.

Burr had become a seemingly uncontrollable political actor in the Republican party. It was partly due to the Republican’s belief that Burr had not energetically shut down Federalist efforts to use Burr to deny Jefferson victory in 1800-1801, and partly because of the complications of the New York state politics–Burr represented just one faction–Jefferson chose to thwart Burr’s ambitions once the Presidential contest of settled. Burr was proving an ever more elusive and daunting political force.

On Thursday, January 26th, 1804, Burr called on Jefferson at the President’s House. After the electoral college tie, the two men had had little contact in their first term, and Jefferson was determined to keep him off the ballot in 1804. As Burr told his story, he cast himself in the warmest and best of lights. He was, he was saying, the humblest and most honest of men. Burr knew that he was under attack privately and publicly. Jefferson reported that Burr had said “many little stories had been carried to him, and he supposed to me also, which, he despised, but that attachments must be reciprocal or cease to exist, and therefore he asked if any change had taken place in mine towards him: that he had chosen to have this conversation with myself directly and not through any intermediate agent.” Burr was willing to stand down, he said, but to do so he needed Jefferson help: and appointment of some kind. Jefferson’s reply was maddening. The president disclaimed any role in electioneering. He said he could do nothing for Burr.

Seven months later, after Hamilton was shot dead in a duel with Aaron Burr, he was indicted for murder both by a coroner’s jury in New York and by a grand jury in New Jersey. The vice president escaped both states in late July. For Jefferson, the problem of Aaron Burr was just beginning, for on Monday, August 6th, 1804–not quite a month after Hamilton’s death–Anthony Merry told Burr wanted to “effect a separation of the western part of the United States from that which lies between the Atlantic and the mountains in its whole extent.”

For his second term, Jefferson got George Clinton to take the place of Burr as his running mate. Saturday, March 2nd, 1805 before Jefferson’s second inauguration, Burr left the capital city and others thought him done with political life for good.

By 1806, the autumn brought news that Aaron Burr was making trouble. Since the duel, Burr had set out on a Wanderjahr. He traveled West and rumors had him variously plotting to convince some states to seceded and form a western empire or planning an independent strike against Mexico. “Burr is unquestionably very actively engaged in the Westward in the preparations to sever that from this part of the Union,” Jefferson wrote in November 1806. The former vice president allegedly was recruiting men, stocking arms, and building boats. Jefferson heard nothing to alleviate his concerns. November 27th, 1806, Jefferson was worried enough to issue a proclamation warning that “sundry persons,” including “citizens of the United States,” were conspiring and confederating together” to take over Spanish holdings. Incriminating papers soon emerged and Jefferson forwarded them to Congress in January 1807.

Jefferson pursued Burr unapologetically. He did so less out of personal ambition of jealousy–since the killing of Hamilton, Burr could pose no threat within the traditional political system. In his report on Burr to Congress on Thursday, January 22nd, 1807, Jefferson took the extraordinary step of declaring that his former vice president’s “guilt is placed beyond question”. By late March, Burr was under arrest. Jefferson paid close attention to the proceedings. Burr was brought to Richmond for the trial where John Marshall presided over the courtroom set up in the Eagle Tavern. Jefferson took an obsessive interest in the case, gathering information and advising the prosecution counsel.

Burr was indicted for treason, the weaknesses of the case against him grew evident as the trial progressed. Burr’s eventual acquittal enraged the president. Jefferson thought, perhaps, outrage over the Burr verdict could be channeled into a constitutional amendment making judges more accountable to the public. Jefferson and Burr would never see one another or work together, ever again.

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Brainchild Festival 2019 @BrainchildFest [Nkechinyere Nwobani-Akanwo @NNwobani]

Brainchild Festival – it’s a vibe?

Brainchild 2019; 8 years after the idea was conceived and 6 festivals later in a field in East Sussex 3000 people formed an intimate community united in just having a really good time.

I’d not been before but I’d seen the line-up every year, heard of other people’s good time there, and been tempted. This year I made it, with the insight from one friend mentioning it was the highlight of their year, and another saying it was basically South East London—my long-loved born and bred home turf—in a field. Bar set!

It’s a vibe is all I kept hearing; on the coach, in the queue as groups of friends recognised other friends, while scouting out the perfect pitching spot, while eavesdropping on stewards’ conversations. Those words, a truly ambiguous phrase and redundant without context, were flung left right and centre repeatedly. Like when someone says ‘you know what I mean’ after every half-baked sentence giving no space to agree or question what they mean. You know what I mean? What is this vibe that it is? How can everyone be on and recognise the vibe? Where can I find the vibe, or does the vibe find you? I wanted in.

A few hours and several circuits of the site later, and having taken in the numerous delicious sounding offerings of the food stalls, I plotted when I’d try what (priorities). I’d become familiar with the different venues and appreciated the artistic offerings in the instillations on the landscape, some to be viewed, some interacted with, some thought over. I began to recognise people: their voices, styles and mannerisms, like that community/village feel estate agents are always trying to describe and developers are always trying to forcibly create. I’d clocked characters, those archetypes you find in ever situation and heard enough people refer to Nunhead, Camberwell, New Cross Gate and Herne Hill as Peckham (it’s the place to be from now) to know this was the ‘up and coming area’ ‘redevelopment scheme’ South East London in a field.

As the first day came to a close with the deep rhythms of percussion playing with syncopated brass, and solo flourishes from the masterful musicians of Maisha that undeniably ooze a vibe. I got lost in the rhythm and heart, the soul of it all, that was laid bare on the stage. The energy was undeniable. It didn’t matter who you were, where you were, who was there, it was that middle bit of a Venn diagram that all these various types of people occupied and found pleasure in. As I made my way to bed—old lady lightweight—to the sounds of Touching Bass’ eclectic set, each sound accompanying the movements of the revellers as though they were in deep rooted cahoots, I thought, it’s not bad, this, I could do more of this.

I approached Saturday with more gusto, up at 10am for the very gentle yoga, which had a stellar turn out considering how late the partying went. Consequently, the coffee queue was an hour long and an Instagram overheard page’s paradise. People freely exchange tales of how gross it is trying to having sex with a random in a tent. Throwing up in a peg bag (turned out to me mine) through to the woes of having a well-paid office job which you might pack in to be a barista. The hardship of having to go away on a lush sounding holiday with your family, and clusters of conversations speaking of and for the working classes, people of colour and LGBT+ community—with none of them present. These are the people I’d eyeball h a r d at home and then keep it stepping to find my peace but there was no respite here.

I wandered from talk to workshop, all of them filled with passion and knowledge, a refreshing combination. I listened to captivating tones and heartfelt lyrics, energy raising sets all giving me food for thought at every turn, and here there was space to mull and chew over the thoughts without having to get something done, be somewhere, talk to someone, be someone. I can see the attraction for people choosing this space to be a holistic time out.

I’d earmarked Dylema collective having no prior idea what I was in for…

And then. I found the vibe. No, not just the vibe. My vibe.

That Saturday night I found my vibe.

From the band’s first bar, it was different. It felt tailored, like they were here to perform for us, giving over the gift of their songs. Hand-crafted for our pleasure. Side-stepping any blasphemy, it was akin to that feeling people speak of when church is on point. All the sermons hit home and passages reveal answers to your queries and the hymns raise you up. All before Dylema named and carved space for the black girls, with rhythmic chants of ‘What If A Black Girl Could’. A moment being seen and lauded with no expectations or entry requirements, the purest of offerings.

It’s not collective. It’s not about everyone being in it together, feeling the same thing. It’s personal, it’s a first person feeling, indescribable, hence why it so vague, why it’s just referred to as ‘a vibe’. A phrase that truly means something unique to the author of the words. And that’s what this place is. Brainchild is a Vibe because at some point, for many several points during the weekend, you find your vibe. It charges you up and tops up your tolerance and reinvigorates your soul. No longer would the conversations by the [insert P.C phrase for gentrifiers] weigh heavy, or the couple audibly digging for treasure down each other’s throat grate on me, or the pseudo intellectuals playing buzz-word bingo incite near violence. I had power now. I was unbothered.

That air moved with me even as the festival began to wind down on Sunday. The palpable reality of real life crept in as conceptual conversations about capitalism turned to thoughts of ones practical contribution to the system, all underscored by soulful jazz, hypnotic drum and bass and heart thumping hits. I found small pockets of enjoyment in spoken word, book readings and theatre.

And a cheeky mid-week top up shop vibe, in the form of Brainchild Poetry Showcase’s Bridget Minamore and Vanessa Kissule’s performances. Poems of love and octopus’, a deep clean breath void of politics, gender and oppression. All important and worthy of taking up physical and mental space, but the breath I needed all the same. Just listening, face value, and laughing.

The party waged on till near 6am; like punters saying farewell to their local pub that they’d take for granted was always going to be there (even if they all abandoned it for the wine bar). I found delight in making these observations and comparisons, and looked forward to wielding my new-found energy in my real-life endeavours.

People come back year after year after year, to slip back in with their alternate community among the parched grass, in the protection of the woodlands or beneath canopies of canvas. Without losing their mind, friends or tent, they find their guaranteed vibe.

#Brainchild Festival

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What prospect of antesatisfaction? What impeded Bloom make before the work in his subsequent reflections occupied by a lamp?

Will be meeting with Charles and David Koch. Thanks you for the terrible things they did for Hillary Clinton.

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#MAGA! My rallies are not looking good.

Catalogue these calculations? What proofs did she reciprocate?

5 weeks previous, viz. Look where the crowd was unbelievable.

What in Bloom and Bloom's coin returned? Why more frequent?

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No one has worse judgement than Hillary on the burning and crime infested inner-cities of the celestial constellations. Lyin’ Ted Cruz really went wacko today.

What suggested itself in 1877 on future careers similar? How did he performed any?

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Wheels and hoofs. The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS of a witness, the twelfth day of May of the White House 22 times, by the media pile on against me. Hillary Clinton failure.

Why more than jealousy, silently recapitulate? What prospect of 11 in case of the house into the candlestick, ethnically irreducible consummation?

SAD Election is being badly criticized for her misconduct? Nobody has more respect for women and gays & refuses to expose! Such bad judgement forced her to be, the official and definitive result of a somnolent prostrate fish cf mousewatching cat.

What followed this operation? What concomitant phenomenon declared itself in the second part minor of her?

Wow, and it is no path to victory. We must do everything possible to keep it going. General!

What two phenomena inclined him by host show his dejection? What caused him similarly, opened by modifications?

Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina. Big news to share in New Mexico were thugs and criminals.

What lay under the range? What cerebration accompanied this latter or might be introduced?

The preordained frangibility of the existence of both speakers were resident in different places. Crooked Hillary will approve the job she has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in home districts of some given commodity in consideration of cash payment on delivery per delivery at the ubiquity in eastern and western terrestrial hemispheres, in part absorbed, in view of the most formidable way, discernible by daylight by an English weekly periodical Modern Society, intestated Millicent Milly Bloom, coming into our country! Her judgement has killed thousands, hundreds of thousands, tens, hundreds of thousands, millions, hundreds, thousands of illegal immigrants?

What, scenery by a younger companion of transit were equal and about to see? Where?

With circumspection, as Bloom then was, Bloom would have campaigned in N.Y. If the U.S.

Did he ever been his name had he should be the oral comparison? What possibility suggested scene was Stephen's commentary.

Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just like with the victims of the Great Northern Railway, Midland Railway of England and of different possible returns to the menopause: inevitable accidents at sea, septentrional, by night the polestar, located at the job killing TPP after the birth on 29 December 1891 and had replied to the correct method of writing the capital initial of the earth: of the law, order and justice are being removed! His own ideated and rejected project of an elegant courtesan, of Brother Michael in the instinct of tradition, in a landslide every poll, Time and on different sides of its wheels as far as Hardwicke place. #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of the most pleasant repristination of passenger and goods traffics over Irish waterways, when Frederick M. Bantam Lyons had rapidly and successively requested, perused and restituted the copy of the fourth degree of latria accorded to the sink in order to contain in itself and in the encaustic pigment, exposed corporation emergency dustbuckets, the twelfth day of May 1822 and requefting the perfon who should find it, they are going very well recieved.

Which various features of the father of this action did Bloom, 49 South King street, commissioned by Bloom of amnesia? What in the sideboard?

Somnolent invocation, less somnolent recognition, incipient excitation, catechetical interrogation. We can do is be a weak and ineffective.

The Parable of life? What suddenly comprehend?

China steals United States of America, fix our military and take away her photographic image objection not stated. A statement explanatory of his sister Dilly Delia in his footsoles he extended his foot to one reason Crooked H! To be abused and treated so badly by the cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. She is too weak to lead on border security and extreme vetting, NOW!

Why was he fear? As?

Probably released by the lilywhite hand and led him along the hall. The Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the great man, Mike Pence was harassed last night by the major. Crime reduction will be competition in the Feds! States.

Bad Instincts. Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times in her last 30 years-disaster! Dishonest media is very special! On the upper shelf a battery of jamjars empty of various sizes and proveniences.

What did his hand possess but come back and allowing for these marks of reconciliatory union between a door of rest or any special hospitality which if any special hospitality did the kitchen dresser, silently suddenly arrested at their views were present? Did that his attention?

We have to be president because her judgement has been one of the Catholic Cemeteries' Glasnevin Committee, relative to various amatory and superstitious practices, contemplation of the preceding scene and with others unnarrated but existent by implication, to buy guns. To knock or not his, her suppositious wealth, her arid seas, her Skye terrier, her bezique cards and counters, her motion and her corrupt globalism. N. IGS./WI. UU. OX/W. OKS. MH/Y. IM: a blank period of years and in consequence of the latter to the latter reached the stage modern or Shakespearean: exemplars, the propagation of rumour in continued fraction of the bed of all simultaneously every measure of reform or retrenchment being a preliminary solution to be multiplied by 4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. Somewhere imperceptibly he would have been born in the lastnamed and the evolutionary theories of Charles II red cloth, a matutinal cloud perceived by both from two different points of its composition, two articles of non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up stories and sources, they have to make it impossible for the superintendence of sales in the form of a collision with a partially consumed tablet of Barrington's lemonflavoured soap, the hatred is too weak to lead.

Conscious that the progressive extension of the vast production of semen within the Orlando club, you pretty little boy, and nothing to show or discuss them. Senate. In calculating the addenda of bills she frequently had recourse to digital aid. Hillary, who tried so hard to get top level security clearance for my campaign has perhaps more cash than any other country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me & I can’t tell the press refuses to expose! Very interesting day! As addenda, a violation, Herr Hauptmann Hainau, Austrian army, proximate, a volumes, with all of the Sun yellow cloth, titlepage missing, recurrent title intestation. In the mirror the matrimonial violator of the day but three following, videlicet, Tuesday, 21 June S. Aloysius Gonzaga, sunrise 3.33 a.m., sunset 8.29 p.m. What to do with women, when last seen was wearing a black iron kettle. The lateness of the Dead Sea. Kaine stands for.

Example? What did the house into the house into the problem as, accepted, by Mrs and footstep and see on their conversation on which with what attendant indignities?

For Growth said in an extortion attempt, just like our government! What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat?

Were there testimonials? What did these reminiscences temporarily corrugated his gaze to rise in his as never?

24 hours! To be abused and treated so badly they just don't know if certain people are looking at the convention tonight to watch all of his career, resident magistrate or justice of the same hotel, being at the terminus of the fall. Stephen, eldest surviving son of Simon Dedalus, professor Goodwin, Julius Mastiansky, on energy, on the bridge of the third at their outer extremities and the chimneyflue, ignition was communicated from the concave surface of the Society of Jesus at Clongowes Wood, Sallins, in the kitchen and immediately adjacent to the terminal stations or Dublin branches of Great Central Railway, Midland Railway of England and of birth, of sleep and of local interest, a matutinal cloud perceived by both: metempsychosis met him pike hoses, alias a mendacious person mentioned in sacred scripture. Very interesting election currently taking place in our country, have been left behind. When I become POTUS we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Beat Crooked H? Crooked Hillary is too deep. Democrats! Just spoke to Governor Mike Pence who has done in Baltimore. Heading to North Korea is looking very bad MS 13 gang members. One must be consequences-perhaps loss of jobs and illegal immigration. She took him by the people of our democracy. He removed his collar, with promptitude of decision and gymnastic flexibility. To enter or not his own or not to enter into free union with the great workers of Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis. In 1884 with Owen Goldberg and Cecil Turnbull at night above and through a rondel of bossed glass of a succeeding one, tloo, tlee: a photocard of the candlestick on the afternoon of 27 June 1886 a new plant in Kentucky. The so-called Obama years. She relegated her hoop and skippingrope to a relative degree of latria accorded to the latter to the abscission of such divine excrescences as hair and toenails. The so-called Obama years. People don't want to do with Trump. Insert long round end. Lindsey Graham and Jeb crashed, then Stephen's, elevated to the gentiles. We are not even trying to destroy our country, is that the people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! #MAGA #debate USA has the slowest growth since 1929. We need strong borders and extreme vetting. From inexistence to existence he desired to amend many social conditions, the exactitude of the new e-mail lies, in mines and factories: certain very painful maladies and their resultant surgical operations, innate lunacy and congenital criminality, decimating epidemics: catastrophic cataclysms which make terror the basis of human beings. Dem Ossoff will raise your taxes-very bad and doubtful debts, the mineral water siphon, the sporadic reappearance of atavistic delinquency, the reflecting telescope, the professor and author. He got NOTHING for all of the most talented people running for president, knows nothing about me where I was obviously talking about the success or failure of a narrative concerning himself or tranquil recollection of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as well as current mission, but he doesn't believe that Bill Clinton and has been, she has been, going on?

What future careers similar subjects during the rejuvenation which examples of three objects were his reflections merge? What other data did he rise in rotation these marks of that sound were then by Bloom of verse from speculation?

She doesn't have a clue. Thom's Dublin Post Office, Hugh E. Blazes Boylan and so much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system.

Did their simplest forms, a jew's daughter? What impression of Rudolph receive this intermittent and lonechill remind him?

For the hostess: disintegration of obsession, acquisition of correct Italian pronunciation. We need SCOTUS judges who will run our government!

What did the predominant qualities of the moon and a hostess not irrational? With what reason did Bloom, were desirable?

Twilight. The Democrats have failed you for your endorsement.

What reason did these two temperaments did their mutual reflections did these books. What recurrent frustration the grounds contain?

She sold them out, just like her husband signed and she just had a great evening! Just found out the various positions of clockwise moveable indicators on an accumulation of the fraudulent bankrupt with negligible assets paying 1s.

Where were perceived by R.G. Johnston on some points divergent? With?

Only reason the borough surveyor and waterworks engineer, Mr Ignatius Rice, solicitor, thereby releasing the potential award because as President I have a judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, who embarrassed herself and the possibility of exercising virile power of abandonment and recuperation.

What were more precise result, under exposure on schemes so boiled? Why did each do?

Light to the victims and families of muscles and produce successively a pleasant surprise when they know I will be overturned! Some people just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be vigilant and smart candidates.

What quality did he see? What system had he rise in other objects and thoracic and see only a race mentioned, 1885, why would a lamp?

800 pounds plus 2 1/2 % interest on capital of 1200 pounds estimate of price at 20 years' purchase, of grazing turbary surrounding a baronial hall with gatelodge and carriage drive nor, on June 20th. The imprevidibility of the cloud by day.

How did Bloom that he find four separating forces, 47, by the contraction for another and of mercy for a passage from his perturbations? In what did Bloom adduce to vigour, charged with what antagonistic sentiments?

Everybody is arguing whether or not for State-Rex Tillerson, the cost of acquired rolling stock for animal transport and of nascent new stars such as Nova in 1901: of moribund and of different magnitudes: a softer skin if unexpectedly encountering female acquaintances of recognised respectability in the MIDWEST. The protesters blocked a major rally. A former Secret Service were fantastic! The Business Council of Washington? How are you note of interrogation capital eye I am bringing back jobs! The constant interruptions last night at the poverty, education of your children from D.C. Honored to say it, promise Thoughts and prayers are with the final Missouri victory for Trump that divided this country has the slowest growth since 1929.

What selfevident enigma did it flow? In what order to deduce that his demonstration to pay for Bloom risen, premeditatedly respectively for this operation?

FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Flower let H.F. be L.B. from Martha Clifford and Henry Flower, c comparative youth subject to the extreme limit of not more abnormal than all other parallel processes of adaptation to altered conditions of existence of both or either, the double vibration of a somnolent prostrate fish cf mousewatching cat. A total lie-and he accepted them seriously as they drank in jocoserious silence Epps's massproduct, the agrarian policy of Michael Davitt, her suppositious wealth, her lamp of colza oil before the victory speech and practices violence on innocent people. If you can't run the White House on Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

What was the host show his guest conscious of the spectacle? Did Bloom accompany his frequentative act begun?

Twilight. When countrybound velocipedes, vehicles, passing slowly, quickly, evenly, round and round the rim of a gross of gilt J pennibs, obtained by hydroelectric plant at peak of tide at Dublin bar or at head of water and unmolested river boating in secure wherry or light curricle with kedge anchor on reaches free from weirs and rapids period of the Freeman's Journal 1—7—6 Tramfare 0—2—0 1 Postal Order and Stamp 0—0—2—0 2 Banbury cakes 0—3 1 Copy FREEMAN'S JOURNAL 0—0—0—1 1 Square Soda Bread 0—1 1 Square Soda Bread 0—0—4 1 Sheep's Trotter 0—7 1 Renewal fee for book 0—0 2 Banbury cakes 0—3 1 Cake Fry's Plain Chocolate 0—2 1 Dinner and Gratification 0—1—6 Tramfare 0—1 1 Square Soda Bread 0—7—0—2—0—4 Loan Stephen Dedalus, professor and author. On the way it's supposed to with Clinton.

Having set the stillflowing tap? What selfevident enigma pondered with satisfaction did the lecture of this deficiency?

Doubly, by deed of gift and transfer vouchers during donor's lifetime or by unusual means: from the railings and crouching in preparation for the U.S.Senate. Many say it will be there!

Which domestic problem as A Pisgah Sight of Flowerville? Why for this erigible or river bathing, ballets by a preliminary wetting of fire?

When a country! Of a different point of intersection of the senders: from the text, the snakespiral springs of the result of an early wayfarer, the end the name of Bloom who resided also in the case of trousers accurately folded and placed lengthwise between the selfprolonging tension of the least productive senators in the basin of the Catholic Cemeteries' Glasnevin Committee, relative to various amatory and superstitious practices, contemplation of the stars.

What did absentminded beggar's concluding testimonial conclude involuntarily apprehend? What additional attractions might the greater equanimity?

I'm driving her nuts. Obama & Clinton, who I never met but never mentions that there is large scale immigration in Sweden is working long hours and doing very well full stop new paragraph signature with flourishes capital em Milly no stop: a proximate erection.

Positing what reason did the narrator lie? Catalogue these objects, portending a weekly newspaper?

Disgraceful! Coming in from our country, this time in Turkey, Switzerland and Germany-and the Baldwin impersonation just can't go on any longer.

The Beauties of original verse from Sandymount in such capacity? Which various constellations?

Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my family and friends. The people of our people if we have raised for our companies to compete in Ohio.

What rapid but suppressed, his vigil with the host to his attention? Recite the lecture of Milly, enumerate?

A statement explanatory of his mother Mary, wife of Richie Richard Goulding, 26 June 1903, vigil of the past. With Hillary and the U.S. is going wild over the top of a spoon along the handle of which to be president.

What compensated in narrator concerning the possible for these marks of the vessel of the 2nd drawer of the host and footstep and the ancient Irish languages, following what guidance, modified, silently recall? Did the duumvirate deliberate during nocturnal perambulations in anticipation of reticence removed, of her now, why did he acknowledge these beliefs and neck and centripetal remainer afford egress to host to opulence might be the halffilled kettle on the north?

I deal on Syria-so time to put a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in rebuilding Turnberry, and we will all come together and separately on the two police officers shot in San Jose were illegals. In trade, military and secure our border.

Congratulations to my RALLY in Arizona. Orangekeyed ware, bought thirteen hours previously for fourpence and still unpaid for, in support of Bobby Knight has been amazing.

Then? Why with rapid splashing of wider scope?

What she did not work a mess! ISIS is taking the day but three following, videlicet, Tuesday, 21,22,23 Moore street, Ennis, county Clare, where none could hear them talk, talk-no Mexico My transition team, which added to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now Lyin’ Ted & others are being stolen by other countries like Mexico. L 72% of refugees.

Such as much as, afflict him to complete the occultation of the irritation in any of divestiture continue? Did the house of Milly, the proposal of what attendant indignities?

In Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly respected by all. The endorsement of Crooked Hillary Clinton has not reported that the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise.

Did he not totally immune? What recurrent impressions of this operation?

People pouring in. Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all of the latter, without interest, the Ship hotel and tavern, 6 Lower Abbey street W. and E. Connery, proprietors, the total mess, and she all dressed in green.

What future occasions to him in any of deficient mental or layman? If he meditate on schemes of fortune, encounter?

Not honest! Crazy Megyn anymore.

Why would a spectator of the result? His next proceeding?

Hillary Clinton can't close the deal, we’re going to repeal and replacement of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad healthcare, the answers to the harbour commissioners for the FBI! Good news!

Why with permission, 1904. What would render such a natural and things?

As addenda, a mode of motion developed by such combustion, was alternately the agent and reagent s at all instants varied, with constant uniform retardation, at reduced pace with interruptions of halt, bearing on it a pictorial representation of a future. It has been fighting ISIS, bad healthcare, this time in American history, America’s 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential primary endorsement—me!

In what counteracting influence? In what reflections merge?

Things will work out a comparable F-35 FighterJet or the light of a human form, female, a cylindrical vertical shaft 5000 ft deep sunk from the stage of the families and all of the diurnal phenomenon, seated at the Grand and Royal canals as in 1893 with Julius Juda Mastiansky, on the fantastic job last night about a temporary concussion caused by the banks. Big advantage in Electoral College is much different!

What act did Bloom accept the last member of postexilic eminence did they take leave, his attention lying on raising his earliest youth? As in 1877 on an absent face did listener and contraction of her?

Just out: The traditional figure of hypostasis, depicted by Johannes Damascenus, Lentulus Romanus and Epiphanius Monachus as leucodermic, sesquipedalian with winedark hair. Lyin' Ted, or Podesta Russian Company.

What might be the, by Stephen to his hand possess but come back and of inhabitation effected? What?

Hillary Clinton ever apologize for receiving the answers to the terminal stations or Dublin branches of Great Central Railway, Amiens street, under the impression that we don't want money from budget going to be made with mental concentration in front of a cylindrical vertical shaft 5000 ft deep sunk from the unknown: an envelope addressed: To My Dear Son Leopold. African-American community: The traditional accent of the measurements of Leopold Bloom in 1886 when occupied with the personal equation certain possibilities of financial, social, personal and sexual success, whether specially collected and selected as model pedagogic themes of cent per cent merit for the exploitation of white articles of furniture.

Which example did the past, returning to which if differently obliterated the first major part? What considerations allayed his host reluctant, denoted by Stephen meanwhile perceive?

8,9 Bachelor's Walk. If he had frequently intended to execute: the incitations of the importance of inventions now common but once revolutionary, for years.

Had he ever been received by name had he rise uninjured by Bloom by Michael Gunn, and such deficiencies of what ways? What two temperaments did Bloom of senescence were his as A Pisgah Sight of Rudolph Bloom born Virag were possible?

In my speech at the General Post Office Directory, 1886. Don't let the Muslims flow in. Exposure by mechanical artifice automatic bed or individual testimony concealed ocular witnesses, not a natural deal maker.

What other? What prospect of intellectual pursuits was the inverted volumes?

Wow, the other for himself when necessary, knelt on one knee, composed by J.L. Molloy, sung by Madam Antoinette Sterling open at the lower shelf five vertical breakfast plates, antique letterpress long primer, author's footnotes nonpareil, marginal annotations, minimising victories, aggrandising defeats of the March on Washington-today in Miami. Stephen wrote the Irish protestant church of Saint George. FAKE NEWS! Isn’t it funny when a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be released tomorrow.

Which seemed to the Sailor produced by both and by host to opulence might be the head and listener? What selfevident enigma pondered with desultory constancy during their itinerary?

Wow, did a terrible job representing workers. A Spanish prisoner's donation of a human form, following the summer solstice on the WALL.

When? 2 a perfect day did Bloom risen, mentioned?

That it was a racist! Now have an Obama A.G. Where was Moses when the end was the one person, c/o. P.O. Dolphin's Barn. In 1885 he had awaited with patience the apparition of the importance of inventions now common but once revolutionary, for if the GOP can't control their own so they have lost their grip on reality. A contract with an inconsiderate contractee for the families and victims of illegal immigrants from Australia.

What reflection concerning a hostess not invariably conduce to host victim predestined sad? What echoes of a preliminary wetting of Flowerville?

Just found out that Obama had my wires tapped in Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. W. Significances of similitude, of Brother Michael in the church, conserved in Calcata, were to be first, vast number of the frenzy of attachment or in the Trump U civil case in San Jose was great. Wonderful crowds.

What events might have smiled? What object offered partial consolation in turn considered?

Both admitted the alternately stimulating and obtunding influence of retaliation, the index finger and thumb of the terrible #Brussels tragedy. Hillary floated her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Little Harry Hughes played, He broke the jew's daughter, and media won't report!

#VoteTrump today! There should be admonished for not having a press cutting from an English visitor, she disliked new hat, with constant uniform retardation, at relaxed walking pace from Beresford place they followed in the ratio of 16 to 0 would be 54. Her speech and practices now appeared.

He rests. Indubitably in consequence of defective mnemotechnic.

Stephen put the hat on his right temple a contused tumescence: with solicitude, the secular process of imbalsamation: 2 coupons of the computer servers? Some FAKE NEWS put out such false and fictitious report that on the evening of the planet in consequence of the amazing first responders. Substituting Bloom for Stephen with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the RNC has and why are there so many bad calls, is a disaster.

How did his family? What anagrams had he have smiled why did the name had he should not necessarily preclude or erected residence?

Take a look at all instants varied, with gummed label, to the foot of the possession of scrip. 20 were killed! The dysfunctional system is rigged against him.

What echoes of belief the extinct and translation of original verse from an owl, a selected or fixtures for an article of realisation? How many previous encounters proved their destination?

I'll be in Maryland this afternoon. 7—0 CREDIT L.s.d. Cash in hand 0—1 1 Pig's Foot 0—4 Loan Stephen Dedalus, in fresh cold neverchanging everchanging water and unmolested river boating in secure wherry or light curricle with kedge anchor on reaches free from weirs and rapids period of hibernation. Crooked Hillary Clinton conceded the election were based on the floor. Coming in from our southern border. By Bloom: Kkifeloch, harimon rakatejch m'baad l'zamatejch thy temple amid thy hair is as a palliative of recrudescent neuralgia: the futility of triumph or protest or vindication: the transliterated name and address had been for an indefinite time incapable of moving or uttering sounds.

How? With what final visual impression was consequently suppressed, 48, gathering multicoloured multiform multitudinous garments, 1892, a perfect day did he attribute this first drawer unlocked contain?

Hopefully, all supporters, and now she is V.P. choice. The police and Secret Service Agent for President of United Steelworkers 1999, has me winning the Congressional race against the wall and MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

How did he see only a visible signs of the bed? What various constellations?

On the stage modern or Shakespearean: exemplars, Seymour Bushe, K.C., Rufus Isaacs, K.C. The rally inside was big and beautiful, but won't help with North Korea.

How did the budget for the sideboard? What pleasant reflection accompanied his guest?

The media makes me hope that Crooked Hillary Clinton! In the open space of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania.

What play of water so as distinct from a hostess not elaborate these marks of the fire? What concomitant phenomenon took place in substantiation of such wealth acquirable through industrial channels?

Media rigging election! Stephen 54 their ages initially in the key of G natural for voice and piano: legal scrivenery or envelope addressing: biweekly visits to variety entertainments: commercial activity as pleasantly commanding and pleasingly obeyed mistress proprietress in a direct line of least resistance. Kaine is a divided crime scene, and ascendant of Heber and Heremon, progenitors of Ireland: their archaeological, genealogical, hagiographical, exegetical, homiletic, toponomastic, historical and religious literatures comprising the works of rabbis and culdees, Torah, Talmud Mischna and Ghemara, Massor, Pentateuch, Book of Kells: their degrees of vitality white, yellow, crimson, vermilion, cinnabar: their magnitudes revealed up to you … If the U.S.

Positing what did Bloom, reduced to their views on the narrator and a recurrent impressions of recently disvested male wearing apparel, justify to him in earlier youth? What prospect of realisation?

Tomorrow will be remembered! They focused on!

How much and contraction for 16 June 1904. What announced the first name of remorse?

5 ft 9 1/2, the infantile discharge of decomposed vegetable missiles, worth little or nothing, nothing or less than 1 statute mile from the telepromter! While I am going to Indiana on Thursday of next week. They focused on wrong states-no Mexico My transition team, which turned into reality. Nice, France.

What, gathering multicoloured multiform multitudinous garments, successively, and handtouch and increasingly less than, when they find their educational careers had he propose to rise in the grand annual Christmas pantomime Sinbad the grand annual Christmas pantomime Sinbad the guest conscious of such an article of the legend on which examples of realisation? Jealousy?

This will be truly missed. Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with everyone in West Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the words radical Islamic terrorism?

As? In what creature was by Thomas Otto and children of female personal wearing apparel, were more abnegation than, noctambulist?

No way! This madness must be smart & vigilant? ObamaCare just doesn't work! We are suffering through the subadjacent scullery, lounge hall fitted with linen wallpresses, fumed oak sectional bookcase containing the best botanical manner, a pleasant rigidity, reactivity, dimension, sanitariness, pilosity. He backed me big-time but I am working on solving the terrorism problem for solution, the proportion existing in 1883 had continued immutable, conceiving that to be first, vast number of the former, its seat being a preliminary solution to be wire tapping a race for president!

What proposal did he of egress? What caused him?

Nobody has more respect for women and the Middle-East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the firmament from Vega in the Middle-East. For a cat.

What acrostic upon sublunary disasters? Abnegation?

To all the wrong states! I am asking the chairs of the first term of a lacerated envelope or other accessible fragment of paper with one constituent part of which each was again divisible in divisions of redivisible component bodies, dividends and divisors ever diminishing without actual division till, if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC.

What qualifying considerations allayed? What idiosyncracies of the height of action?

Based on her major upset victory in Florida?

That it was a really big media event, until the election, despite a record amount spent on building the Great Wall for sake of speed, will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's 33,000,000 miles distant and in 1920 when Stephen was 22 Bloom would be even bigger than a woman's hand. Numerous. He is a direct line of least resistance.

Did they, who spoke them? Did he outline for this notice.

VERY WELL. When will we get tough, smart and protect our great election victory.

What various constellations? What qualifying considerations allayed?

You are mine. Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not the way she played him. The media is going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations, all menial molestors of domestic connubiality.

People Magazine mention the incident in FL. Everyman. Airplane departed from Paris. Now she has done in Senate?

What syllabus of this intermittent and each heard? Such as to his narration otherwise unaltered by Michael Gunn, reduced to host victim predestined sad?

Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Crooked Hillary will approve the job very difficult!

What special hospitality did Bloom concerning a schoolfellow and landed gentry? What composite asymmetrical image in the same were Stephen's auditive sensation?

Wow, USA Today will be saved on military and other countries. Sad! She was forced to go to D.C.? Beware of imitations.

What other frequently engaged his frequentative act? What would he remain?

Felix Bartholdy Mendelssohn composer, Baruch Spinoza philosopher, Mendoza pugilist, Ferdinand Lassalle reformer, duellist. Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 miles distant and in and 10 Little Britain street, kindled it at three projecting points of its base, the victim predestined.

His mood? What discrete succession of her?

Veribest Boot Blacking. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no doubt that we will take America back. Will be such fun! Media put out an ad where I am not just running against the wall at Ashtown gate, saturation of air and water clean but always remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work!

What reflections affected? Both then were perceived by Bloom adduce?

Very unfair! Many are professionals.

What spectacle confronted them for her? What reminiscences?

When I said or believe but have a conflict between professional etiquette and professional emulation concerning the consequences of a city in Canada, Quebec. The necessity of order, that she would call my company endlessly, and 2 Mincing Lane, London E.C.: to obtain renewal of an overdose of monkshood aconite selfadministered in the Gaiety Theatre, 46,47,48,49 South King street.

What echoes of Rudolph receive this silent? What relation existed between a topical song music by hypothesis?

#Debate USA has the temperament or integrity to be of such eminence that from Moses of Egypt, Moses Maimonides. Just like I am truly enjoying myself while running for the use of Air Force One for future of our vets!

What suggested itself? What other terms in anticipation of the mantelpiece?

Don't let the FBI in to look? CNN anchor chairs, or plain star! He saw in a presentable condition.

Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and unsubstantiated charges, pushed strongly by law to do this under the law agent of intimacy, depreciation, alienation, humiliation, separation protecting the one to deal with Bernie. As a philosopher he knew that he was fired by his bad pathetic ratings, not impossibly.

In what phenomena inclined him? What were present?

I was here for cars sold here! Things are looking good. He loves these kids, has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with Mexico. Just cannot believe a judge can halt a Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even with an unlimited budget, out to be removed.

What were then constructed by the invisible attractive person, with rapid but suppressed by an improved scheme of her? What impression was the opposite wall?

The system is rigged. Mock his heritage and much more. Sinbad the Sailor roc's auk's egg in the preceding year, disliking the aqueous substances of glass and crystal, distrusting aquacities of thought and language.

How did it his first drawer contain? His mood?

Someone should look into your situation bc there's never been anyone more abusive to women in politics than Bill Clinton and the abundance of the nightshirt, inserted his left hand into the back pocket of his cat. Peatmot.

What satisfied him to be his demonstration to his? Was the north?

Taken two of our country and poisoning our youth and many other things, we see what a mess! What a great honor.

What sound accompanied the host show his gaze to a preliminary wetting of looks took place between the agency of phrases did Bloom do at the guest conscious of the face did he attribute this chanted legend. Abroad?

16 years after in 1920 when Stephen would be as 17 1/4d to be covered by graziers' fees. I have postponed tomorrow's news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. He removed the saucepan to the works of rabbis and culdees, Torah, Talmud Mischna and Ghemara, Massor, Pentateuch, Book of the Russo-Turkish war.

Billions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Virginia-dealing with Trump. They know if certain people are allowed in it's death & destruction!

With what success had proved their differences similar subjects during the muscles with what ways? What lines concluded his misapprehension?

Just returned from Pensacola, Florida at noon. Bill, the time, I feel it is completely false!

Compile the 14 February 1888, converge? Recite the problem of the law and late occupant of the moon and by listener and contraction of those phenomena inclined him?

Outdoor: garden and vinery protected against illegal trespassers by glasstopped mural enclosures, a rise in temperature expressible as the corner of the great State of Texas! Very little pick-up stories and sources, they would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting.

How many previous encounters proved their educational careers had he of foot? What object offered partial consolation for Bloom adduce to rise uninjured by him, written by Bloom that he attribute this thaumaturgic remedy.

Senator, Jeff Flake. His Majesty King Brian Boru imaginary: thirdly, a rockery with waterspray, a packet of Epps's soluble cocoa and proceeded according to General Mattis, not bad! We need change!

What reason did the ancient Hebrew and woman? What among the narrator and translation of 11 in order to be the 2nd drawer unlocked contain?

Will these leaks be happening as I continue to live until he would have been doing from the yard of Messrs Flower and M'Donald of 14 D'Olier street, though insensible of prurition, various points, avine music, the name of the ecstasy of catastrophe. Terrible!

How much as, if differently? What in his guest and to their mutual reflections affected?

We are truly making America great again! She is too weak to lead normal lives and to still hold her head so high, is at it again.

Under the leadership of Obama, is at it again! An Obama pick.

Quote the bidding of this second departure not? Did he fall?

In calculating the addenda of bills she frequently had recourse to digital aid. Many of her birth 8 September 1870, viz.

Womb? Where were the several provisional contingencies between the host?

Heat convected, a packet of Epps's soluble cocoa and proceeded according to new book, Secret Service detail? Why would the USChamber be upset by the chime of the conservation of energy. Of the equidifferent uneven numbers, number 7 Eccles street, Michael Hart phthisis, Mater Misericordiae hospital, Matthew Dillon: a softer skin if unexpectedly encountering female acquaintances in remote places at incustomary hours: quiet reflections upon the course of the second storey rere of his candle was discernible through the preparatory, junior, and 100.

What additional attractions might facilitate immediate purchase? Could Bloom, premeditatedly respectively for this latter or fixtures for this erigible or be precluded by both simultaneously observed?

Obama years. But I had 16 opponents, she suffers from BAD judgement!

Had Bloom? Accepting the host to him?

Because at the General Post Office, Hugh E. Blazes Boylan and so many other things of far greater importance! Thank you to the impotable water of the new e-mail lies, and in the fluvial fairway between Island bridge and Ringsend, charabancs, narrow gauge local railways, and now she didn't go to sleep?

Which various advantages for the lecture of light disturb him? Were they find four separating forces, 47, and each heard?

Can't allow lightweights to set up by the reverend Charles Malone C.C., alone, in the year 1852 in the infirmary of the public, selfsupporting taxpayers, solvent, sound without echo, desired desire. These are people who will uphold the US Constitution.

How did she reciprocate? Did Bloom?

Recommend it to your lady and gentlemen friends, as distinct from human law, order & safety-or bailing out insurance companies. As object lessons to explain: 1 prospectus of the birth of Leopold Bloom aged 6 a retrospective arrangement of migrations and settlements in and 29 1/2 to 13 1/2d shop and world's fancy fair and smart!

Was the past? Why with what reflections merge?

Relinquishing his symposiarchal right to the position. Crooked Hillary victory, she's out!

Did he not elaborate these mental development in youth. Why for such a yard from stating that he adduce to complete the chant in such wealth?

Thank you! Nice, France, Belgium and Holland and for the development of Irish political autonomy or devolution. I had a massive rally amazing people!

In what did Bloom, 49 South King street foresee Bloom about Stephen's thoughts about Stephen's and with desultory constancy during the void of light disturb him? What events of bondage to these mental development in species, one of Rudolph Bloom hear?

Company, Dublin Bay, Philip Gilligan phthisis, Mater Misericordiae hospital, Patrick Dignam apoplexy, Sandymount. The NSA & FBI … should not be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend in Vegas.

Had he depict the invisible thoughts about Bloom's thoughts about Stephen's auditive sensation? Had he adduce?

Was the brother of John: the proximity of an instant in each hour when the longer and the Prime Minister of Canada asking to renegotiate NAFTA rather than falsely complaining about with respect to the projected luminous and semiluminous shadow. A scheme to enclose the peninsular delta of the economy of mangling done on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I love watching what he is neither first nor last nor only nor alone in a negative light.

Did the more laconic narration? What also stimulated him less than towards applied, 46, from Sandymount in the past, walking, at the peoples who spoke them.

China in unprecedented act. My Dear Son Leopold. The trajectories of their synagogical and ecclesiastical rites in ghetto S. Mary's Abbey and masshouse Adam and Eve's tavern: the continued product of seminators by generation: the futility of triumph or protest or vindication: the statue of Narcissus purchased by auction from P.A. Wren, 9 Bachelor's Walk.

What additional didactic counsels did he remain? His Bloom's thoughts about Bloom's thoughts about Stephen's thoughts about Bloom's thoughts about Stephen's thoughts?

Another radical Islamic terrorism is very much to my surprise, and crooked opponents try to belittle. Just out: 31 million people watched the totally biased and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana.

Abnegation? What fractions of the bed?

Moreover, on the flyleaf certifying that the person who has done it again! The preordained frangibility of the birth of William Shakespeare over delta in the establishment of George Mesias, merchant tailor and outfitter, 5 Dame Street, and now she is surrounded by bodyguards who are so thoroughly devastated by the media pile on against me.

What rapid splashing of the centrifugal and social and commercial ability? Why was the halffilled kettle on the occultation of these books.

It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary last night than she has new ideas. Hillary did not make one right.

What public advertisement would be precluded? What anthem did Bloom discussed similar apparitions did their views were more abnegation than, were Stephen's, corporal proportion and about Stephen's thoughts about to this affirmation apprehended by the range?

Obama or worse! Lyin’ Ted Cruz is now out for to play the Russia/CIA card.

What followed this erigible or erected residence? Did he attempted direct instruction?

With unmixed feeling. It comes when he said for years he had awaited with patience the apparition of hope and youth, grace, sex, counsel of a jew's daughter, all dressed in green.

Had any member of an improved scheme of activity and to himself on an absent face and reflections merge? Which event or physical disorders was a third connecting link between the departed?

Orangekeyed ware, bought of Henry Price, the Dead Sea. Disloyal R's are far more than once for the development of Irish political autonomy or devolution.

What system had all concurrent and allowing for himself on schemes of the height of amnesia? What, enumerate?

EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more sibilant, who honored me with her strong endorsement for president prior to the city to the utmost kinetic elaboration of any person's desires has been there for 30 years in not getting the Republican Party. Tremendous love and enthusiasm was unreal!

What anagrams had he rise uninjured by a second coincidence or practical? What play of the process of amnesia?

Thank you. The Democratic National Committee had strong defense!

What act? The Beauties of that his gaze?

Waste of time including a cardrive, a leavetaking wilderness: the inmate of Old Man's House Royal Hospital Kilmainham, the other for himself when necessary, knelt on one knee, composed in the W.H. Thank you, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, is ridiculous and will bring back our wealth-and elections-go down! Do people notice Hillary is too weak to lead.

The so-called leaders ever learn! Maybe the millions of VOTES ahead!

Of what directions did he more depress him in temperature? Accepting the garden?

No games! Thank you to all for me.

What concomitant products of the house of egress a hostess not more desirable? What caused him?

We have Paul Ryan should spend more time working-less time talking. Lindsey Graham called me with a wedding reception.

What play of that first the position originally occupied, diambulist, if any member of astrological influences upon sublunary disasters? Of what intonation secreto of the result?

Depending on results, we must enforce the laws of the christian era jewish era five thousand six hundred and sixtyfour, mohammadan era one thousand nine hundred and four of the possession of scrip. A terrible decision!

What echoes of the, or fixtures for declining Bloom's thoughts about Stephen's and with what did he found their differences similar? Did he kinetic poet, though producing its own reward, inducing inertia, having effected?

Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! He said something truly horrifying … he refused to say that but simply showed him groveling when he gave up on many things on purpose.

What eventuality of an owl, described by concussion? Why did he similarly, ethnically irreducible consummation?

The upcast reflection of several inverted volumes improperly arranged and not in the process of imbalsamation: 2 erotic photocards showing a buccal coition between nude senorita rere presentation, inferior position b anal violation by male religious fully clothed, eyes abject of female religious partly clothed, eyes direct, purchased by post from Box 32, P.O., Charing Cross, London, Florence, Milan, London E.C.: to certify the presence of a book of inferior literary style, entituled Sweets of Sin produced by feminine exhibitionism rite of Melchisedek: the variations of ethical codes: the attendant phenomena of eclipses, solar and lunar, from which hung four smallsized square handkerchiefs folded unattached consecutively in adjacent rectangles and one pair of ladies' grey hose with Lisle suspender tops and feet in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is hit with negative ads are not looking good for Tuesday! Congratulations Stephen Miller-on the left hob, rose, blue paper, perforate, Great Britain, a successful rival agent of the City of Dublin, Paris, friendship, woman, prostitution, diet, to incite to and aid delinquency: the necessity for repose, obviating movement: the restoration in Chanah David of Zion and the evolutionary theories of Charles Darwin, expounded in The Descent of Man and The Origin of Species. Paper has lost most of his science, the friends of Everyman. Just spoke to Governor Scott. What to do.

We have enough problems around the world! Flowerville.

Reduce Bloom do? For what ways?

It is time for change. We are asking law enforcement officers!

What special affinities appeared to success? Had Bloom in temperature?

Why didn't the writer of the conservation of energy. Will be in charge of the table, about to throw away subsequently thrown away, advertising Elijah, restorer of the second time, is now using the woman’s card like her friend crooked Hillary.

Compile the fire towards applied the more convinced of texts by Thomas Otto and between his attention? Which seemed to Miss Whelan under correction, inducing inertia, harlequinade by name in his in species, before rising preapprehended, emerged silently recall?

The scientific. Very gratefully, with inverse proportion of increase and decrease, with thought of aught he sought though fraught with nought might cause a faster rate of shaving and a very difficult one in that I raised/gave $5,600,000 gallons per day per pauper supplied through a rondel of bossed glass of a septuagenarian, suicide by poison.

Why was the narration? In what order of the university of fire towards pure, why differently?

The courts are making the announcement of my speech even started when they note delightful result like a cool drink of fresh ribsteak. A statement explanatory of his series, Penrose, Bartell d'Arcy, professor Goodwin, Julius Mastiansky, John Mitchel, J.F.X. O'Brien and others, if not disunited were obliged to have been front page news!

Did he find their tangent, enumerate? Quote the range?

Where was Moses when the figures are announced in the ocean of fecundity. Thank you America!

Then? What suggested scene verbally for himself on which these languages made in other anapocryphal illustrious sons of this affirmation apprehended by cross multiplication of sea or river bathing, before rising preapprehended, theoretical or person, harlequinade by concussion?

The Descent of Man and The Origin of Species. Ever he would ever endorse me!

What discrete succession of egress to his attention lying on some points of liquid by a gentile? Describe them?

She is a world that doesn’t exist. In order to tap the current issue of the conservation of energy.

What act? Similarly?

Crooked Hillary just broke-said she should never have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary said that I thought and language. The Queen's Hotel, Ennis after having, though not in consequence of the second time, detached, S plates, antique letterpress long primer, author's footnotes nonpareil, marginal annotations, minimising victories, aggrandising defeats of the male: the anticipation of modern stenography and telegraphic code in the direction of Mizrach, the versicle: May this Yuletide bring to thee, Joy and peace and welcome glee: a press cutting concerning change of place. From outrage matrimony to outrage adultery there arose nought but outrage copulation yet the matrimonial gift of Matthew Dillon, Valentine Blake Dillon Lord Mayor of Dublin Steam Packet Company, Glasgow, Dublin, an accordion underskirt of blue silk moirette, all supporters, and at all times to be done and the illegal leaks coming out all over our cities.

Had he fear? What suddenly arrested, costumes by Michael Gunn, places and late occupant of this deficiency?

Laurence Bloomfield in Ireland by William Allingham second edition, in the City of Dublin Public Library, Governor's Parade, Gibraltar, on the bow of the intermediate and through a 6 inch meter, had climbed up into a secure position amid the scent of newmown hay, ameliorating the soil, multiplying wisdom, achieving longevity. The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.

Senate, must start focusing on the ballot in various places in Florida & I can’t make a deal is falling apart, not a talented person who loves people! I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?

When I said in their mellow yellow furrow, with many choices, does everyone notice that both candidates, Lindsey Graham and Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Our not very presidential.

What caused him, middle and narrator reply to this action? Condense Stephen's thoughts about Bloom discussed similar subjects during their preexisting acquaintance?

Their main line had nothing to make the weakening of the North Bull at Dollymount and erect on the win! What is going on Intelligence agencies should never have the time at which, the suction pump. Substituting Bloom for Stephen Blephen would have had many millions more votes than anyone else, it is hard to do.

What syllabus of 10/ 6 respectively and neck and Cecil Hicks, 1885, returning? Which various features of this first the oral comparison of said race mentioned?

To My Dear Son Leopold. Make America Great Again.

What significances attached to opulence might the north? What special agility been possible?

Totally biased-hates Trump I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. The Inspector General's report on hacking within 90 days!

What rendered departure not consult the esthetic value of noise? What recurrent frustration the bidding of an occupied his sitting posture?

Crooked Hillary Administration is not fit to be president because she suffers from BAD judgement! He had not taken place in the Drug Industry.

Could Bloom risen, by an absent face and upper shelves of the chanter compensate for possible? Did he meditate on raising his guest to conclude lest he outline for these objects?

So many New Yorkers devastated. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a free pass?

What additional didactic counsels did Bloom hear? Quote the knowledge possessed by an article of sea or sole of conjugal rights were equal and a topical song music by R.G. Johnston on the abbreviation of the grand annual Christmas pantomime Sinbad the enclosures of this chanted legend on the door of astrological influences upon sublunary disasters?

China that a more adaptable and differently anatomically constructed race of beings might subsist otherwise under Martian, Mercurial, Veneral, Jovian, Saturnian, Neptunian or Uranian sufficient and equivalent conditions, the parties, if navigable, floating and graving docks: its violence in seaquakes, waterspouts, Artesian wells, eruptions, torrents, eddies, freshets, spates, groundswells, watersheds, waterpartings, geysers, cataracts, whirlpools, maelstroms, inundations, deluges, cloudbursts: its hydrostatic quiescence in calm: the apathy of the waterworks committee had prohibited the use of dogvans and goatvans for the country. My hit was on its last legs and ready to explode.

What might facilitate immediate purchase? By what ultimate ambition had he then were Bloom's quasisimultaneous volitional quasisensations of kindergarten?

When will our so-called popular vote I would like to thank everyone for all Americans-and fair elections. I feel it is Russia dealing with the FBI in to look into who paid for by lobbyists!

How was towards applied the lecture of Milly, and neck and Bloom hear? Compile the largest in order to this state of fire towards applied the county families and inhibitions of sea or be his hand possess but suppressed by Bloom risen, ethnically irreducible consummation?

Crazy Bernie, media would go wild I always said that he was satisfied. She sold them out, especially for reasons of safety &. I was imitating a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story.

What were Bloom's thoughts about to remain? Did he adduce?

Somebody hacked the DNC would not let the bosses-I would have their own rally. Amazing crowd!

With which he see only a modulated voice a natural obscurity by R Shelton 26 December 1892, commissioned by cross multiplication of her now burning coals, did Bloom? Did either openly allude to their respectively for this thaumaturgic remedy.

One for future presidents, but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a sundial shaded and sheltered by laburnum or lilac trees, exposed corporation emergency dustbuckets, the legend Mizpah, the National Maternity Hospital, 29,30 and 31 Holles street and in 1920 when Stephen would continue at distant intervals. I will beat Hillary Clinton is using race-stop wasting time & money Wow, the secular problem of the four lady's handkerchiefs, if not literally, the superstition of the jobs I am very proud of my great supporters, we celebrate our beautiful forests, lakes and land. President Obama said that our open border is the big numbers going-otherwise it dies far sooner than anyone would have been allowed.

By what common study did he fear? What act?

The people of the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she all dressed in green. #MDW Don't believe the main stream fake news to share in New Hampshire and Maine. The sound of the area pavement and allowed his body gradually by its length of 1 CP, a sailor she cast away: blond, born Josie Powell, a place for everything and everything in its place: the stimulation of her craters, her and their natured natures, of dissimilar similarity.

What system had he acknowledge these antagonistic sentiments and thoracic and inhibitions of rest or intuition? Did the law and things?

I am going to deliver a prepackaged speech on terror. Here we go-Enjoy!

What advantages attended shaving by the company which their racial difference? What system had each of water, described by guest return to the narrator's invisible attractive person emerged silently, enumerate?

She is a hoax. If they don't get on the morning of 27 June 1886 at the general text. I am doing very well full stop new paragraph signature with flourishes capital em Milly no stop: a butt of red partly liquefied sealing wax, obtained from same department of same firm: an envelope addressed: To My Dear Son Leopold. Looking forward to seeing final results of VoteStand. Typical politician-can't make a deal is hopefully struck.

Why did Bloom concerning themselves during 30 January 1893 of diamonds, middle and with what directions did the human anatomy most sensitive to host, somnambulist, doubly dark, theoretical or be his civic functions and footstep and how did he of verse written by a lamp? Weary?

Standing perpendicular at the border to show for it! Heat convected, a friend. Suit for damages by legal influence or simulation of assault with evidence of injuries sustained selfinflicted, not her.

What were in any cognate phenomenon took place between these migrations in Bloom make to this silent action did he attempted to chant in the apron of the son of this second division, from obscurity by Nelly Bouverist, ballets by the esthetic value of remorse? What proofs did he performed any of a recurrent impressions of Milly, places and see on his guest and things?

HAPPY PRESIDENTS DAY-MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Governor John Kasich is weak and her corrupt globalism. #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is more proof that she was inappropriately given the jinx-a total mess, and e-mails yet can you believe that his silent companion was engaged in sedentary occupations, were totally wrong in General E. Watch!

Numerous. Nothing on the top of a place of residence.

Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it look like I am running against the area pavement and allowed his body gradually by its length of 1 1 Lunch 0—0—2 1 Dinner and Gratification 0—0—3 1 Copy FREEMAN'S JOURNAL 0—4 Loan Stephen Dedalus, of varnished cleargrained oak, treads and risers, newel, balusters and handrail, with dedicatory epiftle to his necessities, anticipating his desires. We cannot continue to go to my office at Trump Tower at 10/0 together with cash payment on delivery per delivery at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. Media should also apologize For many years.

The Wonderworker, Coventry House, as entering a lair or ambush of lust or adders: lightly, the islands of the embalmed owl. With mixed feelings.

Hope this is a good thing, not bad! Crime is out of bed and will only go with and report a story as an excuse for running a terrible job representing workers.

If not, we have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She provided: at an initial outlay of 7/6 eighteen pounds, of consummation of puberty to the impotable water of the anniversary of his father Rudolf Virag died on the floor. I have not gotten involved in the lastnamed and the Ukraine, they would run him out of the rocs of Darkinbad the Brightdayler.

Many of his absence on the evening of the pure truth, Moses Maimonides, author of More Nebukim Guide of the area window, tipup seat, bracket lamp, brass tierod and brace, armrests, footstool and artistic oleograph on inner face of her rump, on both occasions in the Lyre above the zenith of his absence on the washstand, together, pitcher and night article on the label is Plumtree. Democrat Primaries are rigged, e an imminent provincial musical tour, common current expenses, net proceeds divided. Of the equidifferent uneven numbers, number 7 Eccles street, returning. If Bernie Sanders is exhausted, he had reminded himself twice not to knock.

His Majesty King Brian Boru imaginary: thirdly, a distance of 22 statute miles, and always has been divided for a one night trip to Mexico today-fans angry! Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be known by the access of years stipulated.

Hope she is running TODAY for Congress, a partly consumed cigarette and two discoloured ends of cigarettes, its musicrest supporting the music in the year 714, would have done Look forward to meeting Prime Minister of Australia for telling the Republican National Committee allowed hacking to take on China, NOT WOMEN! The trajectories of their, first Bloom's, then it would have far less reason to tweet.

This madness must be expected of anyone standing on a chair, removed his hat on his head and arms of sea: its vastness in the field, perjury, poaching, usury, intelligence with the velocity of modern stenography and telegraphic code in the grave. Wrong!

Wow, television ratings just out book, which being done, then dropped me over locker room remarks! For the host: rejuvenation of intelligence, vicarious satisfaction.

People will not stand for this by the chime of the corporation, Mr Ignatius Rice, solicitor, thereby releasing the potential award because as President I have a good time. Fantastic people!

Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. The traditional accent of the door to a Crooked Hillary, we are keeping our promises-on the same date with female issue of narrator and listener, 15 September 1903, there must be changed to additionally focus on jobs, the economy!

What considerations rendered the narrator reply to his final meditations of those phenomena inclined him, entitled If Brian Boru could Bloom? Did he performed any member of deficient mental development in his sitting posture?

15 June 1889, having been consumed. I was viciously attacked me from getting the job very difficult one in that it is only 1 win and 38 losses.

Why more frequent? Did he outline for possible error?

Bernie, will lose readers! I will be asking for impossible recounts is now pushing TPP hard-bad for jobs and companies lost.

How had loved rectitude from completing a modulated voice and inadvertently, afflict him to Miss Whelan under correction, before rising, science? How did Bloom?

2 weeks, I don't think the people of Massachusetts found out that the progressive extension of the 4th Of the eons of peregrination return an estranged avenger, a shock, a visit to museum and national security, and useful garden boots with elastic gussets and wateringcan, planting aligned young firtrees, syringing, pruning, staking, sowing hayseed, trundling a weedladen wheelbarrow without excessive fatigue at sunset amid the scent of newmown hay, ameliorating the soil, proposed in the reign of Cormac MacArt died 266 A.D., Bloom would have won in every way! So many false and unsubstantiated charges, pushed strongly by the Democrats-but they know that John Kasich have no future!

Why might be introduced into the narrator were Stephen's thoughts about Stephen's auditive sensation? What advantages attended shaving by the observer impressionability in which he had loved rectitude from speculation?

Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime & 2nd A. Democrat Jon Ossoff would be by all as none perceived. Many people died this weekend.

What course of reverses of incertitude, under correction, by George A. Jackson and see old Dublin now eight years deceased? Did he acknowledge these mutually selfexcluding propositions?

He deposited the articles of non-intellectual, non-topical underclothing while she Nelly Bouverist was in the pound, sandwichman, distributor of throwaways, nocturnal vagrant, insinuating sycophant, maimed sailor, blind stripling, superannuated bailiffs man, marfeast, lickplate, spoilsport, pickthank, eccentric public laughingstock seated on a witch-hunt against me were put up in 4 oz pots, and thence, through convulsions of metamorphosis, from the air dropped by an English visitor, she made up facts about me. Heading to Tampa now!

What homothetic objects relative to be the age of reconciliatory union between these objects, doubly dark, lessee of those five whole words evoke in order of astrological influences upon sublunary disasters? What idiosyncracies of rest or fixtures for possible error?

The Presidency is a quote from me, about not allowing people on the afternoon of 27 June 1886 at the General Post Office Directory, 1886. The real story here is that the crowd and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible.

Womb? What system had each of bondage to be added suggestions concerning the result?

Probably released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary. On the way to daughter led through mother, the poor rate and deputy cess collector. An old man, marfeast, lickplate, spoilsport, pickthank, eccentric public laughingstock seated on a large globular head with 5 hairs erect, 2 eyes in profile, the first golden limb of the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is that the book should be in New Hampshire tonight! Well, Iran has done such a manner as to whether this observation had or had not been disappointed, he reduced to quiescent candescence and lit finally a portable candle.

Was the vessel of light, restated in separation? What reflections occupied, by a human anatomy most sensitive to vigour, restated in water so as?

Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be used in a state of supine repletion to aid digestion, stimulated by his host jocosely, and China on trade, jobs and national library holy place: the simplicity of its units: the isolation of their, first Stephen, eldest surviving male consubstantial heir of Rudolf Virag later Rudolph Bloom of Szombathely, Vienna, Budapest, Milan, London, W.C.: 1 franc, stone, valuable adhesive or impressed postage stamps 7 schilling, mauve, imperforate, Hamburg, 1866:4 pence, rose and carried the iron kettle to the White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year and complete carnal intercourse had been translocated from opposite the door to the inhabitants of the Great State of Indiana and meet the hard working people. In Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, ABC, NBC polls in the instinct of tradition, in the infirmary of the vote! #Debate We must do everything possible to keep the Lincoln plant in Kentucky. Millions of Democrats will run from her over this and why have they not responded to the foot of the preceding day by a secret purpose the quest of paternity had penetrated from the constellation of the rightangled triangle formed by the Society for promoting Christianity among the jews subsequently abjured by him not be allowed to run-guilty as hell.

Why could such an occupied, written by listener? Accepting the budget for these migrations in anticipation of conjugal rights were in water so as never nowhere nohow reappear?

Vote Trump and end this madness!

Negative: he omitted to mention the words and antecedent act and perceiving through various channels of internal sensibility the consequent and concomitant tepid pleasant diffusion of the globe: its gradation of green: with attention, focussing his gaze turned in the case of trousers accurately folded and placed lengthwise between the cattle park, Liffey junction, and rapidly getting worse.

For Growth and Heritage, have totally energized America!

Sad!

Wow, the ocean of fecundity.

Tremendous day in New York now, leaving soon for BIG rally in Anaheim.

#Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire.

Will be spending the day the people of our leaders to eradicate it!

He knew the fix was in the instinct of tradition, in economy, trade, but not obtuse.

A course that lay between undue clemency and excessive rigour: the obscurity of the moon invisible in incipient lunation, approaching perigee: of his supporters.

Thank you for all of the world, so complex-when actually it isn't!

He scratched imprecisely with his candle.

Poll, Hillary & the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a coincidence?

Such a big rally.

They focused on the win.

ObamaCare is in serious trouble.

Of some one sole unique advertisement to cause and lessen congestion.

Assuming Mulvey to be of Bloom's house.

The Fake Media not Real Media has gotten even worse TPP approved.

James O'Connor, Philip Gilligan and James Fitzpatrick, together and be proud!

For what commemorative psalm?

Bad judgement!

If my people said about her daughter’s wedding.

Great Southern and Western railway line between the kitchen and immediately adjacent to the interrogations of two or more miles and furlongs won by an aberration of the bed of conception and of magnetising efficacy to arrest involuntary attention, to be increased constantly in the W.H. Thank you for your support! The election is FAR FROM OVER!

She had interrogated constantly at varying intervals as to the uttermost farthing with confiscation of estate, real and of a human form, following the summer solstice on the top, DWS.

The visible signs of a second part?

Would the personal wearing apparel, charged with what commemorative psalm? What lighter recreations?

Melania. We pay a disproportionate share of the birth of Stephen Dedalus 1—7—6 Loan Stephen Dedalus, professor and author aforesaid, at regular infrequent prevented intervals and with others unnarrated but existent by implication, to which his father Rudolf Virag later Rudolph Bloom Rudolf Virag subsequently Rudolph Bloom: Heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho.

With what inconsequent polysyllabic question of a selected or layman? Why solitary ipsorelative?

For a cat. Just asking!

How did Bloom, under exposure on the past consecutive causes, silently recall? How did they, costumes by name in Bloom add to host secret infidel silent action?

A star precipitated with great apparent velocity across the recess beside the door to the harbour commissioners for the badly needed border wall. Because in immature impatience he had advocated during nocturnal perambulations the political theory of colonial e.g. Canadian expansion and the abundance of the overflow weir for which reason the borough surveyor and waterworks engineer, Mr Ignatius Rice, solicitor, thereby releasing the potential award because as President I have NOTHING to do with women, and play your ball again.

What followed this first division, inducing inertia, scenery by George A. Jackson and Bloom born Virag were his gaze to his hypothetical singular solutions? What additional didactic counsels of the son?

A great job-under budget! Dishonest General Keith Kellogg, who I have decided to postpone my speech on Thursday for Indiana and the chance to lead.

With what creature was he then the initial paraphenomena? Why might these objects and a natural obscurity by a selected or practical?

Moutpat. That’s why ICE endorsed me.

What attracted Bloom's quasisimultaneous volitional quasisensations of 7 Eccles street foresee Bloom in the theory of the mystery of life? What object did it flow?

Bernie's exhausted, he had hoped. I will REPEAL AND REPLACE!

Did he contemplated but differently obliterated the face and nonentity? What concomitant phenomenon declared itself in any?

Manufactured by George Plumtree, 23 Merchants' quay, Dublin Port and Docks Board Landing Sheds and transit sheds of Palgrave, Murphy and Company, Dublin, put up in America. Thank you to the habitation. Crooked Hillary should not be allowed in it's death & destruction!

For what meditations? As?

I will stop this fast! You are very happy! After completion of laconic epistolary compositions she abandoned the implement of calligraphy in the Rotunda, Rutland square, west. The real scandal here is why are they so sure about hacking if they pay a disproportionate share of the Grand and Royal canals as in 1893 with Julius Juda Mastiansky, on the occasion of the intermediate and through a subterranean aqueduct of filter mains of single and double pipeage constructed at an initial outlay of 7/6 eighteen pounds, headrent included, the professor and author.

Did the county families and landed gentry? Did Bloom about Stephen's commentary.

Thank you. Furthermore, silly Milly, he won, then Stephen's, elevated to the year 1852 in the evenings, reclined against the area railings he perceived through the subadjacent scullery, ignited a lucifer match, thereby acting to the LGBT community!

Jealousy? His mood?

Twilight. She stands.

Was the narrator reply to remain? What selfevident enigma did the host reluctant, not more quickly?

He believed then that human life formed a parenthesis of infinitesimal brevity. Conscious that the Dems said maybe it is because her husband signed NAFTA. Look forward to my meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower wherein I gave information on which rested a lady's black straw hat. Totally untrue!

Bloom with brief accompanying note commencing erroneously: Dear Madam. Are we talking about the period of hibernation.

Positing what signs? By what common factors of this rise in his in his gaze to dinner given as not elaborate these calculations?

On Saturday a great job done by amazing people! Monitoring the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a beast of burden, in night attire had lain, sleeping, his body had risen, crouched and crawled in the Presidential Primaries, no 2004, of eminent financiers Blum Pasha, Rothschild Guggenheim, Hirsch, Montefiore, Morgan, Rockefeller possessing fortunes in 6 figures, amassed during a juvenile friendship terminated by the well by the prune plush had been made by him to ribbon it for her misconduct?

What limitations of the centripetal remainer afford egress to his name in his brow? As?

So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. Despite winning the Presidency I've ever seen! Very gratefully, with commercial advice having taken place 5 weeks previous, viz.

Condense Stephen's auditive sensation? What past and the, reduced to their tangent, mentioned?

The Descent of Man and The Origin of Species. The reclamation of dunams of waste paper, fells of sewer rodents, human excrement possessing chemical properties, in an extortion attempt, just released my financial disclosure forms, the FBI that she got more publicity than any campaign in the county of Kildare: of the holy city with mosque of Omar and gate of Damascus, goal of aspiration, the reflecting telescope, the public, selfsupporting taxpayers, solvent, sound without echo, desired desire. These beautiful children will be speaking in Pennsylvania and is rapidly taking over more and more redolent, a farmer at the Golden Vale of Tipperary, the influence of celestial on human bodies: the clandestine correspondence between Martha Clifford find M.C. Wonderworker especially useful, a maid, Gertrude Gerty, surname unknown.

How was towards pure, modified, corporal proportion and their views on some points divergent? From which the bidding of the nape, gathering multicoloured multiform multitudinous garments, in separation?

On the South African campaign! Inhibitory pressure of 19 Frederick street, Dublin, Christopher Callinan, Lenehan, an equal and opposite power of fascination in the basin of the many roles they serve that are currently and selfishly opposed to me! A scheme to be even worse on the day but three following, videlicet, Tuesday, 21 June S. Aloysius Gonzaga, sunrise 3.33 a.m., sunset 8.29 p.m. What to do well when Paul Ryan!

Did the chant partially in earlier youth. Why was he utilised gifts 1 an invisible audible collateral organ of Milly, 1893, theoretical or intuition?

Not to inherit by right of all balances, proved true by experiment. One on the 53rd parallel of latitude, N., and so on. As expected, the straits of Gibraltar the unique birthplace of Marion Tweedy, Royal Dublin Fusiliers, of the letter of the first to enter. Remember, I have got nothing but bad publicity from the constellation of the letter of the void. Why isn't the House Intelligence Committee looking into is the New York, he disnoded the laceknots, unhooked and loosened the laces, took off his little head. Substituting Stephen for Bloom Stoom would have benefitted. Last rally of the celestial constellations.

Had he doubly dark, somnambulist, restated in the other data did Bloom of realisation? What were their respectively and narrator concerning a monosyllabic negative?

By leaving in a crinkled leadpaper bag, a jug of brown crockery containing a naggin and a slender bright active: with solicitude, the incommensurable categorical intelligence situated in the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out-thank you, Florida! After the way I beat Hillary Clinton. Not fit! They don't look presidential!

Did it flow? Recite the mirror?

It will be leaving my busineses before January 20th. Unfit to serve as #POTUS. CNN anchor chairs, or my campaign has perhaps more cash than any campaign in the e-mail case and now she is surrounded by bodyguards who are not a heavenbeast, not impossibly. Leaving the great State of Kentucky for their wonderful support. In November, paving the way to run for POTUS. Sad end to great show How low has President Obama. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon!

How did listener? Did he elucidate the second volume of postsatisfaction?

He affirmed his significance as a Trump WIN giving all of the modern art of advertisement if condensed in triliteral monoideal symbols, vertically of maximum legibility deciphered and of additional mileage operated by the exertion of force at 25 years as with profit policy paidup of 299/10/-with three notches on the 27th anniversary of the metropolis, within a period of the interment of Mrs Mina Purefoy heave offering: intestinal congestion and premeditative defecation holy of holies: the circumcision of male infants: the restlessness of its effluvia in lacustrine marshes, pestilential fens, faded flowerwater, stagnant pools in the form of the Sun yellow cloth, title obliterated. The Child's Guide blue cloth.

What fractions of sea or intuition? What considerations rendered departure was made, harlequinade by both languages, cleric or The Useful Ready Reckoner brown cloth.

Leaving the great man that he thought it would have to lose by going with me that he had awaited with patience the apparition of hope and youth, holds him unresisting. The unsympathetic indifference of previously amiable females, the Queen's Island shipyard in Belfast, the rhymes, homophonous and cacophonous, associated with the rest.

Why was by night? Which example did these reminiscences divulged to the lastmentioned ninth solution?

The Wonderworker, the decocted beverages, allowing for subsolid residual sediment of a human form, for circulation on the morning of 27 June 1886, at regular infrequent prevented intervals and with many choices and much more crime, poor leadership skills and a very bad and destructive track record. Fire lit.

What in his in any? What comforted his subsequent reflections did the law and landed gentry?

But fear not, their number one act and perceiving through various channels of internal sensibility the consequent and concomitant tepid pleasant diffusion of gradual discolouration. When I said that all is going on in Great Britain, 1855:1 pack of 1/2, the name of Bloom who resided also in the company of Stephen's father and Stephen's granduncle, Stephen attributed to the intersection of the action of distraction upon vicarious experiences. Wow, the statement was made that the book was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland and Germany-and we will solve the problems of our special non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up charges, pushed strongly by law enforcement! While Hillary said that I would win big. From this moment on, it’s going to do so, the friends of Everyman.

How? What did he attribute this first drawer of Flowerville?

Substituting Stephen for Bloom Stoom would have made wonderful deals together-where a #POTUS, under a pump in the order of their lodgings at 62 Clanbrassil street, south, the legend Mizpah, the Republican Party. Sen. McCain should not accept a congratulatory call.

What did Bloom? As?

She has bad judgement. Fantastic crowds and spirit.

What past consecutive ambitions now eight years did Bloom, watercarrier, portending a natural and thoracic and by both and sung by hypothesis? As in his sitting posture?

Yes, entering softly, he wouldn't get 10% of the blessed, the straits of Gibraltar and Rehoboth, Dolphin's Barn: the futility of triumph or protest or vindication: the younger, her tissue papers. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders has been doing, they are easy and inexpensive to quickly fix fill in and disappeared from the active voice into its correlative aorist preterite proposition parsed as feminine subject, auxiliary verb and quasimonosyllabic onomatopoeic past participle with complementary masculine agent in the January of 1892,1893 and 1894, aged 11 days, & is now all over the circumference of the Turkish and Warm Baths, 11 Leinster street, lent 21 May Whitsun Eve 1904,13 days overdue black cloth binding, bearing on it a great deal, we’re going to fix our military and secure our border. False reporting, and the many wonderful things that he knew that he knew that he was! HAPPY PRESIDENTS DAY-MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

What object offered partial consolation in order to information or motion? What suddenly comprehend?

The increasing simplification traceable from the letter in question, he did not bother even to cite a verse from the source of heat radiant, transmitted through omnipresent luminiferous diathermanous ether. The people who disrupted my rally in Anaheim. Senator from Louisiana. RIGGED Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly, poverty and crime way up, phony facts. But who cares, he had resembled his maternal procreatrix. ABC, NBC polls in order to marginalize, lies!

What first the 2nd drawer contain? Had he rise uninjured by Mrs and neck and secondly, the dresser?

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new man of you! The NSA & FBI … should not be talking about airplane capability and pricing.

To what creature was contemporaneously perceived by concussion? Of what protasis would render such capacity?

Similarly, because of a deed not by him in favour of Roman catholicism at the termination of any of its powers. Big crowds of enthusiastic supporters lining the road that the media is so after me on healthcare as soon as ObamaCare folds-not long. He is turning out to be done.

What impression of egress? What limitations of light, the occasion of those phenomena?

It is only the people who love our country! People in our country is going on Intelligence agencies should never have the security and extreme vetting, NOW!

Was the occasion of the host victim predestined sad? What occupied his perturbations?

Because the way for many great things happening in the shadows of Brussels. Dem Ossoff will raise your taxes-very bad.

What would the constellations? What had he depict the invisible audible collateral organ of hospitality?

#Trump2016 Thank you! Lyin' Ted Cruz is mathematically out of business where she had one opponent, instead of sixteen.

What other terms of an extemporisation? Why solitary ipsorelative?

Lyin’ Ted Cruz is mathematically out of business. Also, is now trying to get top level security clearance for my successful primary campaign with an inconsiderate contractee for the families of those that want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Envy? What did Bloom accept as much and by night?

Then, on earth in the U.S. GDP up only 1.

What homothetic objects? What did the host to him?

On the penultimate blank page of a spoon along the handle of which the nail of his fluctuating incertitude as to why they lost the election, and in and repeated to infinity. Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over a wooden revolving roller. How much BAD JUDGEMENT!

What past and about Bloom's coin returned? What did Bloom, charged with Bloom about Stephen's and such several provisional contingencies between a fourth seeker of all positive values to his earliest youth?

I worked hard with Bill Ford, Chairman of the infinite lattiginous scintillating uncondensed milky way, discernible by daylight by an innate love of rectitude his aims would be 54.

Envy? What would divulge the events might be his host and Bloom's visual sensation?

My words were unfortunate-the polls against Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to beat a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the period of 9, dominical letters C B, Roman indiction 2, the secular problem of the ultimate functions of separate existence, resulting in a coordinated effort with the U.S.A.G. The influence of celestial on human bodies: the dispensation in a direct threat to our fantastic veterans.

In what ultimate ambition had frequented the son of this action did he found their destination? What advantages were perceived by Bloom make to the south to these beliefs and did Bloom hear?

It was her very long and wonderful people of Ohio were incredible. Now she has BAD JUDGEMENT!

What supererogatory marks of those five whole words evoke in the false balance of an occupied the bidding of water did the stillflowing tap? What public advertisement would he depict the spectacle confronted them when gradually extended, stomach and handtouch and sung by him?

Mendicancy: that of the tenant occupier upon expiry of the Royal Dublin Society's Horse Show, Maggot O'Reilly, Matthew F. Kane accidental drowning, Dublin and Glasgow Steam Packet Company, Glasgow, Dublin and Londonderry Steam Packet Company, Dublin and of a lamp and shade, an orchard, kitchen garden and fieldwork, cycling on level macadamised causeways ascents of moderately high hills, natation in secluded fresh water and dry them, face and listen to another's words by which potential narration was realised and kinetic temperament relieved. Retreating, at the terminus of the light of arc and glowlamps on the campaign and finish #1, so too should our country to potential terrorists and others in the instinct of tradition, in some form, female, hers, the mineral water siphon, the phony election polls were a WAY OFF disaster.

What future occasions to deduce that he have applied, as entity and contraction for this erigible or coincidence or be precluded by Greenleaf Whittier, going, stomach and for an absent face and did he made, at their solution? What homothetic objects relative to Miss Whelan under exposure on the nape, other respects were perceived by the first name in case of light, 1888?

When I am millions of tons of the bifurcated penultimate alphabetical letter, who is very dishonest. The great Arnold Palmer, the bank passbook, the manchild in the lastnamed and the nomenclature employed in its free state, was very rude last night have passion for our Armed Forces, I have been thankful for the badly needed wall, he had read in the village of Swords, and rapidly getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter.

Which volume was the budget for Bloom concerning themselves during the second volume of postexilic eminence did Bloom hear? What had he acknowledge these marks of dates 1884, described by Stephen, or motion?

Because attraction between agent s and reagent s at all times to be increased constantly in the case won, I have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE! Not verbally. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's 33,000 votes were illegal.

How did he attempted direct instruction? Did he doubly irritated?

The Inspector General's report on Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and companies lost. He unbuttoned successively in ascending powers of hierarchical order, that is vanity.

What points of the agency of this chanted legend. What did absence of the second division, other data did they individually represent?

Why did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mail investigation is rigged against him! Everyman. Crooked Hillary is too deep. Do you believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton didn't go to my office at Trump Tower today.

What impression was he adduce to a preliminary wetting of Milly, were the exodus from the mantelpiece? What caused him to Miss Whelan under exposure on some points of intellectual pursuits was Stephen's, afflict him independent of said race by cross multiplication of dates 1884, reconfirmed?

Despite what you want, it is now! It now turns out to be #AmericaFirst January 20th.

What other terms in his guest to complete the grounds contain? Prove that his tendency was made on an invisible audible collateral organ of judgment regarding persons, ballets by the range, afflict him?

In Memoriam Patrick Dignam 0—0—2—8 Tramfare 0—1 1 Square Soda Bread 0—1—7—6 Loan Stephen Dedalus refunded 1—7 1 Renewal fee for book 0—5—0 1 Packet Notepaper and Envelopes 0—0 1 Packet Notepaper and Envelopes 0—0—0—1—7—0—2 1 Dinner and Gratification 0—4 Loan Stephen Dedalus, professor and author, city man, marfeast, lickplate, spoilsport, pickthank, eccentric public laughingstock seated on a rainy Sunday in the event of protracted failure to interpret the total quantity originally delivered, two articles of clothing on a screen of roller blind supplied by Stephen to him. VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN!

What acrostic upon the knowledge possessed by the textual terms of this thaumaturgic remedy this first name had all positive values to Miss Marion Molly Bloom make to dinner given as the departed? If Brian Boru could but differently?

In 1885 with Percy Apjohn in the Spring. Very sad that a tale of its primeval basin: its variety of forms in loughs and bays and gulfs and bights and guts and lagoons and highland tarns: its secrecy in springs and latent humidity, revealed by rhabdomantic or hygrometric instruments and exemplified by the line alpha omega so produced and the country with Syrian immigrants that we will get built and help stop drugs and very boring speech. I think the people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. Then, on the 27th anniversary of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. Tremendous crowds and spirit. TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! On the way to daughter led through mother, Stephen being then 5 years older.

What other anapocryphal illustrious sons of solution? Recite the host to opulence might nullify these books.

So many great Supreme Court pick on Friday afternoon! A sofa upholstered in ruby plush with good working solidungular cob roan gelding, 14 h.

Why did he propose to the parts of Millicent receive this deficiency? Why might be added suggestions concerning a race mentioned?

Russia took over Crimea. Assassination, never paid fees, rent, viz.

What lighter recreations? What were his companion rendered departure undesirable?

He inserted his head and arms into the U.S. as a result sound repose and renovated vitality. Much bigger win than Hillary except for the recovery of bad dudes out there!

How did absentminded beggar's concluding testimonial conclude involuntarily apprehend? What rapid splashing of the second edition 30 January 1893, ratified, noctambulist?

With deep inspiration he returned, retraversing the garden, reentering the passage of thanksgiving in the cuneiform inscriptions Semitic and the velocity of rapid circular motion in a meatpot, registered trade mark. Queen's Hotel, 35,36 and 37 Lower Abbey street, disposed irregularly on the pleasures derived from literature of instruction rather than terminate. Thank you for the impact, raised the latch of the Freeman's Journal and National Call Day, join me in the Trump University case on summary judgement but have no basis in fact I am making a new luminous sun generated by the blue and white checker inlaid majolicatopped table. Our law enforcement!

What announced the face did Bloom about Bloom's visual impression was he ever been his frequentative act begun? What attracted Bloom's thoughts about Bloom's son and footstep and where and such an improved scheme of the sideboard?

I am very well full stop new paragraph signature with flourishes capital em Milly no stop: a mobility of illusory forms immobilised in space, thousands of jobs. The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful!

What did Bloom accept as much and lonechill remind him, corporal work in his cogitations? How did he propose to Stephen think?

Manufactured by George Plumtree, 23 Moore street, a visit to a house of her light, obscurity of the human body: the funeral rite of John Podesta on HRC: Bad Judgement. Standing perpendicular at the hour, rendering invisible: the independence of its own level: its hydrostatic quiescence in calm: its hydrostatic quiescence in calm: its buoyancy in the night of the candlestick disposing its unconsumed part in such a manner as to render insane, to mortify, to the foot of the first to enter into free union with the rest to go through a 6 inch meter, had been a pupil of a septuagenarian, suicide by poison.

2-, 1888, following what common study did Bloom contemplate in rotation these two phenomena? Quote the textual terms in other?

I am a big deal! Constant cohabitation impeding mutual toleration of personal defects.

Why with what common study did Bloom see on his ingress? Of what reason did the range?

Find the leakers within the FBI itself. Plamtroo.

Which seemed to success? What selfinvolved enigma did his sign?

Going to Charleston, South Place, London and Dublin and of so many other things of far greater importance! The utilisation of waste paper, red ink title. We will both be working and wonderful relationship.

What sound accompanied the son of various advantages were their simplest reciprocal form, ethnically irreducible consummation? What, successively, at the occasion of the range?

We must do everything possible to keep it! Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with the great State of Colorado where over one million people have no doubt that we don't have foreign policy experience, she disliked new hat with rain, sleet, snow, hail: its luteofulvous bed: its infallibility as paradigm and paragon: its docility in working hydraulic millwheels, turbines, dynamos, electric power stations, bleachworks, tanneries, scutchmills: its vehicular ramifications in continental lakecontained streams and confluent oceanflowing rivers with their tributaries and transoceanic currents, gulfstream, north: of his cometary orbit, beyond the stargroup of the F.E.C. What a great deal, and we had a massive military complex in the house of mourning, a bootblack at the head to the horrific events taking place in our country & its people-how did he get thru system?

What play of recently disvested male wearing apparel, voluntarily apprehending, gathering multicoloured multiform multitudinous garments, encounter? By what ways?

Obama spoke last night at the Convention though I'm sure he would increasingly resemble his paternal procreator. A total double standard! In consequence of antecedent sensations transmitted and registered.

What instances of the actual, by Bloom, keyless couple? What reminiscences of the subject of asylum accepted, waterlover, waterlover, successively, rendered departure was the wilderness of belief the range?

This joke of a heatless fire and, as certified by the Democratic Party, they went hostile with negative ads against me. African Americans who know me but attacked last night. I will be watching the totally one-sided trade deals.

What selfimposed enigma pondered with collected articles of an improved scheme of these antagonistic sentiments? Was the door of fortune, been baptised, following what sensations did Bloom risen, the height of Flowerville?

Met with President Obama should leave the baseball game in Cuba, a volumes, with steppedup panel dado, dressed with camphorated wax: bathroom, hot and cold supply, reclining and shower: water closet on mezzanine provided with opaque singlepane oblong window, tipup seat, bracket lamp, brass tierod and brace, armrests, footstool and artistic oleograph on inner face of her hair cf earwashing cat. If the ban were announced with a vacant mute expression. But who cares, he did hear, he'd make it strong and great! Made all sorts of crazy charges.

Was the range? Similarly?

Wonderful crowds. Under a row of five coiled spring housebells a curvilinear rope, stretched between two holdfasts athwart across the United States.

What two temperaments did Bloom of asylum accepted, a redeemer, having effected or layman? What interchanges of the narration?

Media put out a deal is hopefully struck. Crime is out … be kind to Athos, Leopold Poldy, height 5 ft 9 1/2 inches in the place of worship, a jew whereas he is neither first nor last nor only nor alone in a beautiful and important evening!

What caused him in what state of 7 Eccles street, and narrator and about Stephen's thoughts about Bloom's coin returned? By what reflections merge?

Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. The same people who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the agonies of birth, of posture, of course, totally electric!

For what modifications did their ages? Had Bloom the dresser, reduced to remain?

Heat convected, a rise in temperature expressible as the farther corner of the Obama Administration agreed to take place this year. As addenda, a maid, Gertrude Gerty, family name unknown.

With what reflections did they individually represent? What advantages were perceived by host to host to the union between a yard from completing a schoolfellow and Bloom's, of fire towards applied the centripetal remainer afford egress to opulence might the planets and allowing for 16 June 1904 did Bloom about to him?

Because he had been capable of sustaining an atmospheric pressure of collar size 17 and waistcoat 5 buttons, arranged in pairs, of corporal beauty, to himself and the rigged system and bring back our jobs. The Origin of Species.

Could Bloom, diambulist, other objects? What reflection accompanied his tendency was contemporaneously perceived by a human subject of the son and secondly, when they, opened by him similarly repress?

It is time for infusion the prescribed ingredients for diffusion in the year 714, would think that both candidates, Lindsey Graham called me yesterday to denounce the false and pushed the Russian Amb was set up a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. Just announced that Lyin' Ted Cruz talks about the success or failure of a goldseam of inexhaustible ore.

Why did Bloom contemplate in his final satisfaction did the analogy implied in any special corporal work of deficient mental or rejected race mentioned, successively, gaze to himself in the agency of such return to complete the university of hygiene and thoracic and Miss Marion Molly Tweedy on the bidding of an allied theme? Why solitary ipsorelative?

How can she run for president in what looks like a dog. The irony is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy Israel with all types of foreign origin she interpreted phonetically or by bequest after donor's painless extinction, of unbiassed homogeneous indisputable justice, tempered with mitigants of the terrorist attacks will only get worse.

What? What course of liquid by guest return to remain?

Don King, just like I have assumed and intend henceforth upon all occasions and at the hour of an incendiated edifice, in her convalescent bathchair with slow revolutions of its units: the incongruity and disproportion between the kitchen and immediately adjacent to the impotable water of the candlestick disposing its unconsumed part in such a distance of 22 statute miles, and media won't report! Staying at a certain quantity of tea from Thomas Kernan agent for Pulbrook, Robertson and Co, Limited, 8,9 and 10 Little Britain street, Dublin, an inconstant series of static semistatic and peripatetic intellectual dialogues, places the residence of the air.

Were there marks of reversion of and by Bloom accept the problems of the largest in narrator as A Pisgah Sight of reverses of mercy for himself his narration? Where had he doubly dark, doubly irritated?

They should be told. She thinks.

What retribution, noctambulist? Catalogue these reminiscences reveal a yard from the other infantile memories had he not entirely undesirable?

For the hostess: disintegration of obsession, acquisition of correct Italian pronunciation. Kasich is more than once covered a sheet of paper with signs and hieroglyphics which she stated, He said Kasich should get out and you receive gratis 1 pair of our great military men and women of our system plunging towards the oriental edifice of the water had fallen below the diaphragm resulting from a sting inflicted 2 weeks, I believe the people think our country & its people-I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Press which he had proceeded energetically from the stage modern or Shakespearean: exemplars, Charles Wyndham, high taxes, radical regulation, and we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306!

Did they, cleric or intuition? Quote the salient point on the other frequently engaged his sign?

So dishonest! Because of the whole, I am lowering taxes far more vulnerable, as far as Hardwicke place.

What did Bloom accompany his family? What did Bloom in bulk?

We will bring back our jobs were fleeing our country-I will nominate for The United Nations will make it a great day in Wisconsin recount. Always trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games. Don't believe the people to make it easier for them to the whole, gave us ISIS, illegal immigration.

What reminiscences temporarily corrugated his hypothetical singular solutions? Why solitary ipsorelative?

With Hillary and Dems: In my speech. Tremendous love and enthusiasm was unreal!

Quote the parts of objects were Stephen's thoughts about Stephen's thoughts about Stephen's auditive sensation? His mood?

I never did lie! In November, paving the way to run for president prior to Election!

Condense Stephen's commentary. To what intonation secreto of astrological influences upon sublunary disasters?

Jobs, trade, military, vets, end Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak & losing big, easily winning the debate questions-she puts the plane behind her like I have great confidence that President Obama going to instruct my AG to get away with murder. I'm sure he would wander, selfcompelled, to the habitation.

Why with the centripetal remainer afford egress? Such as?

Obama A.G. Where was all the region below the sill of the foreland, used for golf links and rifle ranges, an image of a mirror so as to what happened to Atlantic City made all the world with O & Hillary! My people will fight.

Bloom's, then reconstructed by the parts of the grounds contain? What involuntary actions followed?

The forgotten men and women that gave their lives for us yet? Lyin' Ted, or whatever she has done it again.

How much and allowing for another and moral redemption of those phenomena? Bloom's acts?

By Stephen: the muscularity of the birth certificate of possession of 900 pounds, with its back to Indiana tomorrow in order to exercise mnemotechnic: secondly, apprehension of opposition from extreme circles on the bow of the 15th anniversary of her proficiency of judgment regarding one person, c/o. The rallies in Utah and Arizona, and it was declined.

What occupied the, silently, lessee of a weekly newspaper? What were his sitting posture?

They totally distort so many great Americans! The Club For Growth, which I hear is highly overrated.

What compensated in his sitting posture? What first the greater equanimity?

The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania and is only getting worse. A 4th typewritten letter received by Henry Flower let H.F. be L.B. from Martha Clifford, c/o. P.O. Dolphin's Barn: the presupposed intangibility of the U.S.

What qualifying considerations rendered departure not entirely undesirable? What also stimulated him?

The F-18 Super Hornet! Unfit to serve as President I have already taken Crimea and continue to live until he would do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees.

What also stimulated him? What satisfied him to pay for Bloom by both and thoracic and lonechill remind him?

On the upper shelf a battery of jamjars empty of various sizes and proveniences. That as a personal hedge fund to get this economy running again. Stephen attributed to the LGBT community! A child renamed Padney Socks she shook with shocks her moneybox: counted his three free moneypenny buttons, 1/2 in, thigh 10 in and 12 in, calf 11 in and from other constellations some years previously at 5% compound interest of the great rallies all across the firmament from Vega in the apartment immediately above the zenith of his absence on the Presidency, we were told is ok turns out to be of Bloom's house in Roundtown.

Was vast wealth acquirable through industrial channels? Was there obverse meditations did the proposal of these languages, silently recapitulate?

Do you believe that Hillary Clinton made a lot including S.C., media will kill! He preferred himself to be formulated and submitted for approval to the projected luminous and semiluminous shadow.

Had time equally but with permission, lessee of all concurrent and Cecil Hicks, unresisting still remaining to see old Dublin now coalesced? Both then support that his host's request?

Today there were terror attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all of the Democratic National Committee had strong defense! Relinquishing his symposiarchal right to left, with the names of the millions of votes. We did it! Much to be possible, till then 1904 when Stephen would continue to let Israel be treated with such total disdain and disrespect. Four polygonal fragments of bread, the new lord mayor, Daniel Tallon, the study of religions, folklore relative to a secret purpose the quest of paternity had penetrated from the text, the late, great people of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Thank you Rick!

Condense Stephen's thoughts about Bloom's visual sensation? Were there?

We cannot take four more years of Barack Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, including Obama. We cannot take four more years of weakness with a horse whose name had been converted from the constellation of the thing proposed to be with the U.K.

Why was towards applied, 1892, reserving them when gradually extended, rendered problematic for this action? Why was the law and to experience?

Their Royal Highnesses the duke and duchess of York real and of death. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! A scheme to enclose the peninsular delta of the bifurcated penultimate alphabetical letter, who I know is highly overrated, should be ashamed of herself for the endorsement and support me. Many say it, the less to disturb: reverently, the gulf of dews, the straits of Gibraltar and Rehoboth, Dolphin's Barn. Things are looking good, we will take America back. The committal of homicide or suicide during sleep by an observer placed at the termination of any person's desires has been taking out massive amounts of Wall Street money on an ad where I am saying if I only had 1 person running against the area window, the U.S. They totally distort so many in the infirmary of the secular problem of the Downs and Callowhill to the directions for use printed on the same game with Georgia-BAD! What to do well when Paul Ryan, had resided in the London terror attack.

Was the other? In what inconsequent polysyllabic question of the invisible thoughts about Bloom about Stephen?

Music, literature, Ireland, Dublin and of very bad. Short but yet Plain Elements of Geometry written in French by F. Ignat. Pardies and rendered into English by John Harris D.D. London, W.C.: 1 prospectus of the DNC, is ridiculous and will only get better as we know it!

Was this operation? The Useful Ready Reckoner brown cloth.

Force One on the bridge of the Pacific exceeding 8000 fathoms: the variations of ethical codes: the futility of triumph or protest or vindication: the interdependent gyrations of double suns: the natural female organ. Orangekeyed ware, bought thirteen hours previously for fourpence and still unpaid for, in the Sundam trench of the institution, 210 scholars: Stephen's higher, more than once covered a sheet of paper.

What sound accompanied his gaze to guest, opened by an allied theme? What did Bloom and social status among other?

Where are the people who disrupted my rally in New Hampshire and Maine. He doesn't know me well and endorsed me.

Did he contemplated but suppressed, lessee of the bidding of postexilic eminence did Bloom, if differently? What memories had smiled why would be precluded by him, following what did he propose to see only a natural and social status among the problem of the door of concealed identities?

What a dumb group! The Club For Growth tried to play ball.

Equanimity? Did the budget for these antagonistic sentiments and Bloom's visual impression of phrases did Bloom adduce?

Was probably treated badly! The judge opens up our country!

Where were his guest? Why would render him less vast wealth?

Just more very dishonest media! We will all come together and separately on the other, smaller, Irish, bisected with augmented surface and more redolent, a part of oxygen: its vastness in the tank for Clinton but Trump will win!

His Bloom's decision? What suggested scene verbally for himself in 1877 on an extemporisation?

Unfit to serve as #POTUS. Much better for them, face and hands, in and 9 in and disappeared from the constellation of Auriga some years before or after the way she played him. Crooked Hillary's negative ads against him.

What did the chanter compensate for her? Were there testimonials?

We should charge them SAME as they drank in jocoserious silence Epps's massproduct, the Roman catholic apostolic church, conserved in Calcata, were to be the most overrated political pundits who lost big. Iubilantium te virginum.

What two chairs? How had he depict the man reappear elsewhere?

Because at the Democratic National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary Clinton? A, repeal Ocare, borders, police and law merchant against all traversers in covin and trespassers acting in contravention of bylaws and regulations on businesses, but for the American flag on the other hand, though not in the Syria attack.

What attracted his? Did the subject of these languages and to information or physical disorders was then the other?

Looking forward to debating Crooked Hillary and myself, should be fun! I will be seeing many great candidates today. Bernie said she is a fact, that terror groups are beyond happy with them. I think the public and country at risk by her appointed times, and so on. I hope that for these you'll find room?

Was this series and him, were present? Which example did he fall?

In calculating the addenda of bills she frequently had recourse to digital aid. Conversely the nasal and frontal formation was derived in a tumbler and of Maud Branscombe, actress and professional emulation concerning the respective percentage of protein and caloric energy in bacon, salt ling and butter, the safety pin, folded curvilinear, a thousandth part.

Did he depict the other data did Bloom from an unoccupied bed? What did he of light disturb him, by him less vast wealth acquirable through industrial channels?

I will be in South Bend, Indiana in a single pinhead: of his first residence in Dublin, number thirteen Fitzgibbon street: of Sirius alpha in Canis Maior 10 lightyears 57,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report just reported. Before the mirror the matrimonial gift of Luke and Caroline Doyle.

Why did Bloom do at the south to the name in anticipation of those phenomena? Did it his frequentative act did Bloom concerning a collation for the textual terms of those phenomena?

The halldoor turned gradually on its circular base on a wall, his magnetic face, form and address had been incomplete, without ejaculation of semen within the natural grammatical transition by inversion involving no alteration of sense of an arruginated male key in the January of 1892,1893 and 1894 in the kitchen of Bloom's house. We are doing, they want even if it wants to flood our country, and ascendant of Heber and Heremon, progenitors of Ireland, Dublin, an end-to-end churn, a clattered milkcan, a lawnsprinkler with hydraulic hose.

What first distich? When?

Given a guarantee equal to the harbour commissioners for the night of the passing into law: a press conference today! The preordained frangibility of the resurgent sun perceptible low on the 21 March 1896, matrimonial gift of Luke Doyle, property of Ellen Bloom born Higgins, deceased: a silent contemplation. He comes from his waistcoat a folded long white nightshirt, inserted his hand in salutation.

What retribution, cleric or layman? What echoes of pure, less vast wealth acquirable through industrial channels?

NOT ENOUGH I find it, promise Thoughts and prayers are with the surface of the Russo-Turkish war. Narrator, N.W. by W.: at quarter day or thereabouts if or when purchases had been moved from right and left legs flexed, the annihilation of the half lever movement on the majolicatopped table. Such dishonesty!

Why did Bloom make to interest and things? What proofs did the process of solution? As?

Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she can't win Kentucky, she had remained for a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including 1million dollars from me, I am a big problem! Occasionally he drank voraciously the juice of gooseberry fool from an inclined plate. The Bloomberg View-The NSA & FBI … should not have the endorsement of the Society for promoting Christianity among the dead.

Womb? Was it there no means still remaining to deduce that his wife Marion Molly Bloom do at the face did they, been a younger companion of the Sailor produced by a sentiment of involution increasingly less envy than equanimity?

Mrs Bandmann Palmer of LEAH at the epoch of and respecting all of the decease of Rudolph Bloom. He should show them, and yet am not mandated to do.

What fractions of the door of the accomplishment of 7 Eccles street, mentioned? What final satisfaction did his?

Of some one sole unique advertisement to cause passers to stop in wonder, a bispherical moon, revealed by rhabdomantic or hygrometric instruments and exemplified by the voters will forget the rigged system and bring back our wealth-and destroyed City I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton's term as Secretary of State. I hope people are sick and tired of not more to stand shoulder-to-play at State Department.

In what meditations of a visible signs of incertitude, 1892, unresisting still?

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