#she still slays tho i’ll give her that

[oswaldthehero]

Otoha in the spiderverse suit for today

[bananaactivity]

Sooo… Hook and Morgie huh.

Morgie and Hook look so different in this world… I love it. I actually ended up changing his hair to match Morgana from Troll Hunters 🫣. I wanted him to look more interesting cause people kept saying he was random and lame, Red heads with mullets aren’t lame I think 😃

( outing myself as a troll hunters fan in the year of 2024 💀)

Down below I put a little GIF of Morgies eyes doin the changing thing

(Why he kinda serving Edward Cullen tho like 😛)

Turns out Morgana Le Fay is REALLY powerful, so by extension Morgie should have the potential to be a pretty spooky sorcerer/ witch/ fay/ god. Based on Descendants canon, parents magical abilities is hereditary ie it’s VERY likely Morgie has all his moms powers in Arthur mythos. Which includes stuff like NECROMANCY AND OMNIPRESENCE, shapeshifting, immortality, time travel, illusion, flight, casting spells, healing, ASTRAL PROJECTION, telekinesis, mind control… other stuff across multiple media projects. I’m actually gonna keep a lot of this, minus omnipresence and time travel cse that’s way too powerful. As a caveat morgies still gonna be stupid and goofy asl… and he’s not the bossy type. He’s also tooo young to be super strong he can only do low level versions of his mom’s powers… like he can only turn into a Cat, snake, small dragon, crow, and big wolf for his transformation powers currently. I like to think anything he turns into is always black with his serpent eyes. Actually I don’t think that’s just true in my universe. Also because he’s stupid it makes since for Merlin to be okay with him at his school. Since Morgies mom has literally hated him for like centuries atp.

Speaking of this still adds another layer to the “ why is Uliana in charge when her crew consists of gods and supernatural entities that are much more powerful than she is” all she has is tentacles…. And even hook could turn her into Sannakjii if he wanted to fr bro… 3/5ths of her crew are literal gods or god adjacent 💀

I think this picture sums up My Hook and Morgie pretty good… I have more goofy pictures I wanna do of them.

Yes I did give Morgie fangs and black fingertips… necromancer??… shapeshifter??… can’t help myself??

Dont worry Hook is still flamboyant and crazy, he’s just a little sad at the beginning. He meets Morgie at school right after Peter Pan cut his hand off and banished him from Neverland because Hook got a scholarship to Merlin’s academy and he wants to be a pirate… so yeah he’s pretty sadge and struggling to function with his hook 😥 he won’t let that stop him from finishing his Swashbuckling masters degree tho 💅SLAY WE LOVE AN EDUCATED KING EVEN THO HIS SON CANT COUNT. Morgie is also a weapons smith major and he imbues his shit with like dark souls so that’s pretty cool.

I’ll have more on Morgie after I finish the goofy pictures…

[tequiilasunriise]

WEDNESDAY SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT BC I JUST FINISHED:

-literally threw UP at every Male Love Interest Interaction, Enid making out with Ajax? Literally was enough to make me settle Wenclair as sunk LIKE IT WAS T H A T BAD AND IVE BEEN A HYPED WENCLAIR WARRIOR SINCE AUGUST

-THAT BEING SAID OH MY GOD WE WERE RIGHT WITH ENID TRANSFORMING AND PROTECTING WEDNESDAY LIKE A TOTAL BADASS

-Backtracking a lot,,, that wink Enid gave Wednesday in episode two made my heart ascend. So many Wenclair crumbs in ep 2

-I’m really glad Tyler was the killer bc it gave him some depth, like I kept hating him fer NOT GETTING THE HINT AND LEAVING WEDNESDAY ALONE but looking back his insistence on being close to her was more akin to manipulating her so he wont be suspected so im glad he got interesting near the end

-IM SO CURIOUS ON BIANCA’S BACKGROUND ARGAHRHH SEASON TWO TELLL MMEEE MOREEE I LOVE HER SO MUCH

-My heart broke when Eugene got attacked, even before Wednesday declared it I could tell she looked out after him bc he reminded her of Pugsley

-But when he expressed interest in Enid? Fucken Wednesday did not HESITATE to tell him his shot was less than one percent LIKE DAMNNN GIRLIE jealous much?

-“he breaks your heart, I’ll nail his” Wednesday ur so in love u dumbass, literally the first day u met this girl u supposedly hated u end up telling her your most vulnerable secret (crying for Nero)?

-Wednesday fell first, Enid fell harder Truthers rise UPPPP

-Enid walking out of the woods covered in blood and wounds from a super traumatic experience, first thing she asks is, “Where’s Wednesday?” Maam, are you aware how much she means to you?

-Talking to the taxidermed squirrel about how much you’ll miss it rather than directly speaking to Wednesday? Gay gay homosexual gay behavior

-Xavier,,,, no. You’re better than this, like cmon dude. Stop trying so fucken hard and take the hint, LIKE U DONT EVEN HAVE A GOOD REASON LIKE TYLER TO KEEP STICKINNG AROUND

-WHAT CHEMISTRY? WHERE?

-I demand more Yoko screentime.

-Still giggling on Enid wrecking Tyler’s Hyde ass in order to protect Wednesday like she fucken JUMPKICKED HIM and proceeded to maul him fer hurting her best friend totally

-Wenclair’s break up was so necessary tho like ARGH YES ENID STAND UP FER URSELF AND TELL WEDNESDAY SHE KEEPS FUCKING OVER UR BOUNDARIES

-I will give Xavier credit fer calling out Wednesday as toxic BUT he literally couldve stopped getting involved like WHY were u at the Gates Mansion that night its so,,,, weird

-Speaking of the Gates Mansion, LOVED Wednesday’s little stare when Enid busted the door open when Tyler couldnt, fucken gay gay homosexual gay

-Wednesday in general was so cute with her gift of the snood Enid made her, instead of outright speaking her mind that she dislikes the gift, she tries to compromise with a, “lets save this for a special occasion, like a funeral”

-Small moments where Wednesday is clearly softer fer Enid SUPREMACYYYY

-Another good example was even back in episode two where they ran with the flag together and Wednesday let Enid touch her and wrap an arm around her shoulders and shit as Enid cheered it was SO cute

-Wednesday’s bigass smile when Fester appeared??? I love Fester in general but ARGH I love their bond

-Also love Wednesday’s evolution with her relationship with Thing and his death scene??? Like Enid slayed with telling Wednesday to treat him better i swear Wenclair are just SO GOOD FER EACH OTHER

-SO MUCH MORE CHEMISTRY THAN THEIR MALE LOVE INTERESTS

-Enid’s parents weren’t exactly what we were expecting but they still sucked (yes by just standing there and letting his daughter constantly be shit on by her mom Enid’s dad still sucked a little) and I was a ‘Enid is an only child’ truther but slay guess she has brothers

-There’s SO MUCH to talk about bc this show had its ups and downs,,, but we all know the crowning moment of the show. The Hug™️. Jenna Ortega is praised fer her ability to convey so much emotion with her eyes, and GODDAMNIT THAT ENTIRE HUG SCENE WAS SO SOFT AND TENDER AND PERFECT IN EVERY ASPECT THAT BODY LANGUAGE FUCKEN KILLED ME ESP WITH WEDNESDAY’S WIDE EYED EXPRESSION FROM SHOCK TO TOTAL REALIZATION THAT SHE COULDVE LOST ENID AND IS CLINGING ON FER DEAR LIFE MY GOD I COULDNT HAVE IMAGINED A BETTER HUG SCENE

-The way Wednesday walks kinda pressed up to Enid as she talks about visiting her in San Fran,,, yeah your honor theyre in love and Hunter was right, we beed to fight fer Wenclair I DONT CARE ABOUT AJAX X ENID BEING CANON I DONT CARE ABOUT XAVIERS ASS WENCLAIR ALL THE WAYYY BABBYYY

[skiplo-wave]

Have you seen the new monster high dolls?

I have!

Love the limited color palette here it’s giving 90s sci fi magical girl anime

Venus hands down is best one! Like look at her!!!

Spectra looks cute. Glad they kept her translucent legs

Catty Noir, her outfit anyway I’ll have get use to. It look like her OG outfit but made it plus size fit. She still cute tho and love they expanding the body types for the dolls

Love every single one of these designs 😩

Cleo technically is the weakest. LOVE Lagonna pants giving aquatic y2k. And Frankie, they always slay. Maybe unpopular opinion but I do prefer Frankie in shorts and pants. They look good in anything

Babygirl. Victorian outfit or night gown idk Twyla looks adorable either way

Really looks like the designers and artists get better as they go. Only thing missing is the crazy shoe designs. G3 is really becoming its own thing which is good

[cakerollk]

Gozu lore jumpscare

i think I shall post gozu lore here under readmore!! one day I’ll get over my irrational fear of talking too much on twitter and do more oc stuff but for now.... GOZU LORE

tho pls be mindful of the trigger warnings!! They’re all just briefly mentioned but still!! 

TW: religious cult, cult brainwashing, self flagellation, forceful removal of teeth, animal death, consumption of animal corpse, child marriage, arson, large scale masacare. 

(temporary placeholder image bc my ass can never finish anything) 

Formerly of Liyue, Gozu is an independent agent who contracts her particular set of talents out to those who can pay for them; or ones that take her interest. It all has an endgame objective-finding her younger sibling who went missing several years ago when she was aboard.

The only lead she has is he could have been taken by the Fatui into the Haeresys, so if it means accepting the Harbingers’ coin; then so be it.

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Gozu was born and raised in a cult that preaches of false gods, using their own bloodline as ‘offerings’ to appease these gods. Since birth she was subjected to brainwash into believing all gods outside their own are malicious and evil, the scaremongering propaganda has been passed down throughout the generation.

All members undergo rigorous training to become the perfect vessel for their God to possess, inhabiting their body as a vessel. They ingest small amount of poisons to build up immunity, fast to the point of near starvation while doing vigorous physical training, partake in self flagellation as a way of keeping one free of human vice.

All children of the temple are required to partake in a coming of age ceremony in which they are tasked to kill an Adepti beast and consume its flesh to ‘absorb Adeptus energy’. Prior to setting out on their journey, the candidates have their canine teeth removed and dressed in nothing but a white robe, armed only with a ceremonial knife.

Those who failed (‘killed’) the trial have a mock funeral held for them back at the temple. Members  outside the core circle are told that the candidates have tragically been mauled to death by the Adepti that they sought to slay, nothing of their corpse left. It’s this propaganda that continues to embed fear of higher beings into cult members into absolute obedience.

But in reality these failed candidates have only passed out from starvation from being left to fend for themselves in the wild, told not to return until they’ve killed an Adepti. They are found by trusted members of the cult and then sold to the Fatui. The cult itself gets their funds mainly from trafficking women and children of their temple, only recently that they’ve come to work with the Fatui in creating false Sigil of Permission (The one Childe has and gives to the Traveller in the game is a finished product).

Gozu’s mother had attempted to leave the cult with her and her then unborn brother, the attempt was later discovered by the cult leader and the mother was subsequently locked in solitary confinement. Gozu was told her mother had passed shortly after the birth of her brother, but in truth she too was sold off to the Fatui.

As Gozu gets older, her rebellious streak too increased, having gotten it from her mother. She hasn’t quite broken the illusion of her cult family yet, but her gut instincts told her something isn’t right. Her disobedience resulted in numerous punishments throughout the years.

At 16, the leader deemed her unfit to stay at the temple any longer and put her in an ‘arranged marriage’ to an acquaintance of his; Chang Ge was her to-be fiance, but she knew better than to believe she would be shipped off to live as a married woman, considering she knew Chang Ge’s profession is an inventor who oversees a brothel full of marionette prostitutes.

She was able to slip pass a sedated Change Ge and escape the house of horror. It took her weeks to find her way back to the temple, but she was merely hours too late and her brother had already been taken away. All 54 members of the cult were massacred and the temple burned after all was done. As no one was able to give her answers as to where her brother’s whereabouts was, Gozu sealed their souls into the family heirloom whip.

The patrolling Milithe of Liyue harbour were alerted of the incident by the sheer magnitude of the fire coming from the mountain, by the time they arrived to the burning temple, Gozu was gone and none of the soldiers could figure out where all the bodies had gone to.

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Gozu’s Vision is Hydro, which she had received during the night of the temple burning. While most Hydro users’ elemental colour is blue, Gozu’s is a deep red due to her passively using it to mask her scent of rot and decay, essentially dying the blue with blood red. She embedded her bull whip with Hydro, and as a result she can greatly control the new additional length.

Her whip is a family heirloom that’s been passed down through the generations, and it’s mainly used for ceremonial self flagellation. After Gozu has successfully entrapped all 54 souls of the cult members into the whip, she is vulnerable to its cursed property, and is constantly at a risk of possession.

It’s why Gozu has to constantly run her Vision passively to soothe it, it’s not to say she hasn’t been possessed by the whip in the past, especially during her early years post-temple burning. Anyone who comes into contact with the whip is also at risk of getting possessed, hence why Gozu keeps it on her at all times.

As the whip is sentient, Gozu always hears eerie whispers and pained cries of the trapped souls. She’s long learned to tune them out, only keeping tabs on voices that are telling her useful information e.g someone is approaching from behind, the thing she’s seeking is near, frantic whispering amongst the souls of a person she meets emitting dangerous vibes etc.

Other than her whip, Gozu is equipped with numerous knives strapped on her body, all of which are made from the bones of slain Adepti beasts. They do not grow dull, and they will always find their way back to her. This is made so by Gozu having performed self-surgery to sew pieces of the Adepti bones onto her rib bones.

Other stuff: 

-She has teeth indentures, purposefully made sharper than the average human canines. They’re made from molten Mora.

-To present day she still doses herself with a controlled amount of poison, ergo continuing to build her immunity towards most strong poison. But this habit has led to her losing her sense of taste for the most part. 

[rui-drawsbox]

Hello again, it’s me: the menace of your inbox 😎✨🤠✨🐊✨

for curtesies sake I’ll add a read more after I write one sentence of explanation.

I’m too busy to write a fic rn but the brain worms are so intense for Magical Girl Arashi that I will instead write an outline.

I’ll probably try to write em in an episodic fashion cuz like, magical girl anime :D:D✨✨✨

Cool so episode one should serve about three functions.

show how arashi gets her powers

establish the setting and foreshadow future characters

Get the view acquainted with the tone

so here’s how I’d go about it 🥰

Scene one:

Arashi should be in class

its a normal day

a new kid joins the class, it’s Mika

she notes that there’s something odd about him but like, in a comedic way that the audience won’t initially pick up on

he shouldn’t notice her at this point, she’s still a normal girl (still a queen, slay Fr I love her)

However he doesn’t make any friends for most of class and his introduction sounded like a robotic script, also he’s sitting alone, poor murderous baby 😭

anyways she, being the queen that she is, decides to talk to him after class and she gets a whole conversation with him

He doesn’t show it very well but he is happy to have a friend and offers her a bear charm instead of actually confirming that they’re friends (he’s real standoffish at this point so think how he acted to Anzu at first in the first game but like, a bit more tame) (cuz he ain’t allowed to really have friends, he’s just supposed to keep up appearances while Shu finds what he’s after)

School goes on, Arashi has lunch with Ritsu and Leo, we get a passing convo about them going to karaoke later, Leo laments that Izumi won’t go with them and the other two just kind of give him a sad look ig. Cuz he hasn’t gone with them in a really long time cuz he’s “busy” and “not interested in childish things right now” “too much work with ballet” (he’s lying💀✨. We’ll get to that later, I am having numerous thoughts)

School goes on once again and the day ends. Arashi walks home with her friends and they all go their separate ways.

while she is walking alone she hears this awful screeching sound, like a cat that’s super upset. So she, as any good cat mom would, follows it.

she finds a little kitty that’s being chased by these creepy looking Victorian dolls. They have golden strings attached to their feet that seem to trail on the ground as they walk. She doesn’t take much note of them tho. She’s too busy grabbing that cat and getting the hell out of there.

so she takes the cat back to her house and checks the poor baby for injuries. Thankfully the kitty is fine. However, things get a bit funky. (Magic cat.)

The cat puts a paw on her chest (like between her collar bones) and a little jewel mark appears there. Arashi is obviously very confused and concerned but the cat just purrs and meows at her.

She starts questioning the cat but like, ma’am despite the magic, that cat don’t talk. That cat meows, screams, and imitates barking noises to scare other cats. Fucking creature tbh. I love this cat.

also arashi is in her room on her bed btw, and there should be big windows by her bed, also she is on the ground floor. This is important.

so after a few minutes of questioning and getting meows for yes and shaken heads for no, the cat starts yowling and screaming and growling. So arashi is obviously very concerned.

There’s a thump on her window, the cat gets even louder.

she looks out and sees a… doll? Maybe a mannequin? It certainly looks large enough to be a mannequin. Huh, it has more of those gold strings. It’s beating on her window. Huh, wait, why is the window sliding open, FUCK!

Arashi grabs the cat and bolts while this mannequin chases her through the house. She does the smart thing and tries to call the police, there’s no response cuz the lines been cut and the service on her cell phone is out.

She tries to leave the house but each exit is being stalked by a different mannequin. So she runs to the bathroom to lock the door and hide.

(She tried to snap a photo of one of the mannequins btw, just in case she needed proof but when she looks at it later the photo will be obscured and unrecognizable so sucks to suck lmao 💀)

The cat gestures to the gem mark on her chest and tries to communicate with her to touch the mark. She does as the cat communicates and then she transforms. She gazes into the vast universe (the background from your art of her in her super magical girl form) and she sees a sword, a really pretty, majestic sword. She grasps the handle and her transformation starts.

anyways she doesn’t kickass yet, I’m sorry girlboss enjoyers, she ain’t a fighter yet, but she’s real strong and has the urge to kill to defend this kitty. So she wins, but just barely.

She also manages to avoid destroying her house in the process. So good for her. If the house was beaten up when her parents got home they would’ve had a fit.

Anyways the episode ends with her relooking all the doors and windows to her house and wondering what she got herself into with this cat. But the cat is cute so she doesn’t care. Also yes it is her cat from enstars. I love her cat so much.

That’s what I have for a possible episode one for this. I’ve got more ideas but I don’t have time rn. I’ll be back. My Izumi ideas are going crazy rn tbh. I’m gonna have a lot of fun implementing him lmao.

Also hi Rui, I hope you’re having a good day/night :D:D✨✨

my dude is your brain powered by the fukin sun or you are just a genius

anyways i can't possibly add anything to your outline. It's perfect. It was so good that even made me want to animate it and i went to search tutorials to the page i was going to use for my studies this year, and found out it was a scam HAHA

Local high school girl adopts transferred silly man

also what do you think about Arashi, Leo and Ritsu (and sometimes Izumi?) doing dance covers every now and then, i think it would be a good excuse for when she has to outrun the dolls(?)

fuck the twelve principles of animation, all my homies don't know what they're doing

ngl it would be a pretty horrific scenario to be in, lucky she😊!

also have you considered Arashi not knowing how the fuck a sword is used outside movies (and bc those dolls certanly look hard to break lol) and in the dispair uses it like a mf hammer? especially bc it's a real technique and it looks funny

anyways, stars from stock wallpaper, my beloveds

dont tell i dont know how to draw weapons i already know jsfhdkas

And Arashi just 'brushing' all that happend bc the cat is cute is the most magical-shoujo-protagonist thing that she could do lol

anyways im actually more motivated to animate than ever! my friend you just did the perfect first chapter for a series like that ajfads

good night my fellow AU enjoyer! Rui out! *explodes*

[h5eavenly]

i’ve said before and i’ll say it again, your writing is like poetry. ‘Oh, how do you manage to bloom into the prettiest flower just under his gaze.’ are you kidding me?? the imagery is beautiful.

i also loved seeing hyunjin’s vulnerability when y/n asked what he’s scared of. when i was reading that part it felt like despite his cockiness and flirting in that moment, he still seemed somewhat fragile like he can’t believe she’s here with him.

idek if this was your intention but i felt sad for hyunjin and y/n in the written chapter to a degree. like ofc they’re happy that they’re together. they even told each other i love you and they clearly feel happy when they’re by each other’s side. but their internal thoughts and fears that they’re not good enough for the other makes me feel for them. it’s like even though hyunjin has continually shown how much he cares for y/n, it lowkey burdens her bc she feels it’s undeserving and that she’ll inevitably sabotage it. and even though she has shown hyunjin how much she cares for him, he still can’t fully grasp that she’s giving him a second chance and is scared of ruining it. they both care so strongly for each other but also believe one wrong move could be enough for one of them to leave and everything to crumble.

overall that written chapter slayed bc they fucked (finally lmao) but it was also beautiful how you show the ways they lean on each other and feel at ease when together, while simultaneously believing they’re undeserving of each other’s love and care.

also the newest chapter… hyunjin needs to try meditating or something, dudes always horny (valid tho lmao) 🖤

:(((( tysm!! you're so sweet your words are going straight to my heart they make me so happy🥹💗💗💗 with hyunjin and yn i forgot if i said it to you or someone else but i mentioned how her and hyune have a lot of issues to solve specially since they're still tiptoeing around their past and they're not aligning where yn constantly feels like running out of time while hyune always wants to take his time with her😵‍💫 but yeah theres a lot of love there nonetheless im so happy you liked it i was waiting to hear your thoughts ngl🥺🥺

I know my man just thinks with his dick sometimes🫡

[subskz]

alr strap up IN ladies nd gays grindset live reaction to bb4 REAL (⬅️ pretending like the warnings aint got me quaking in my boots)

THE TWIN FLAMES CONVO I AM GIGGLING ND KICKING MY FEET DAWG THEY ARE SAUR CUTE I’M SICK,,, got me feelin delusional fr like yes chanathan nd i are soulmates thx for asking 😏 “do you like your reflection?” ”for once i do” SHUT THE FAWK UPPP I’LL CRY YOU THINK IGAF?!?!

hol up another #ourgeniusgrindset moment,,, a bitch just realized this goes back to bb1 THE FUCKEN PART WHERE Y/N TELLS CHANNIE TO PUT A FLAME BY HER CONTACT IN THE LIBRARY?!?! THE FUCKEN FORESHADOWING?!?!? MISSUS RIN YOU ARE INSANE FOR THIS ONE LITERALLY GOT ME FEELING LIKE THIS CONNECTING THE DAWTS

i loved that whole ass bowling scene like legit i would read 500k words of just y/n and hyungline fucking around THEY ARE SAUR SPECIAL TO ME 🥹🫶🏽 BUT LEE KNOW’S ANNOYING ASS PROVOKING,,, i’m glad y/n is losing patience wit him like mf i will show you a temper 🤣 nd changbinnie once again slaying as the best damn character in this fic i love him saur moch ngl it kinda makes me soft tht he still cares so much about y/n’s feelings even tho minho is his close bestie

OK IM BOUTTA DIVE BACK IN SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE QUEENIE

HERE WE GO!! please step up to the podium and never leave my dearest grindset hehe you know i love reading ur feedback like the finest literature!

they are so disgustingly in love aren’t they…thank you for supporting all the lovey dovey nonsense that ensues between channie and the reader HAHA i simply can’t help myself…them being twin flames gives me the perfect excuse for them to be this corny 🥰 I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU CAUGHT THAT DETAIL…our genius grindset indeed omg ur mind is sharp as ever! yes i wanted to include lil hints of them being twin flames all throughout the story but i thought it’d be more fun if it wasn’t acknowledged until the end hehe…and thermodynamics + the emphasis on temperature was the opportunity for that >:) it seriously warms my heart that u noticed smth as small as that!

that’s so sweet of you to say 😭 u know i love my hyung line boys don’t test me i might just actually do it! i’m really happy you enjoy the scenes w them they’re lots of fun to write! BINNIE <333 truly our best boy and the reader’s lifeline…now that bb is complete it’s safe to say i had the best time writing him throughout the story! and yes! as much as bin loves lino he also has a lot of love for the reader that she underestimates ㅠ

judging by where you’ve left off things are abt to get a lil bumpy out there…i wish u the best of luck w the rest of pt.4 babe ♡

[evans-endeavors]

okay so whats the context of that Herakles quote you reblogged tho

Howdy anon.

I’ll start by adding:

TW/CW: suicide mention. Child death mention.

Also spoilers for the play Herakles if you want to read it.

Herakles is a play by Euripides. It’s a Greek Tragedy with a focus on Heracles’ 12 Labors (mainly his journey to the Underworld to capture Cerberus)

Anyway.

Heracles is hated by Hera since he’s Zeus’ son. She curses him with madness like 3 or 4 different times in his mythology. This tragedy shows her sending Heracles into madness where he believes he is slaying the king who forced him into the 12 Labors.

After his rampage he regains lucidity and learns he’s slaughtered his wife and kids.

The quote in question:

Theseus: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend.

Herakles: I fear to stain your clothes with blood.

Theseus: Stain them, I don’t care.

This dialogue happens as Theseus is trying to console Heracles and convince him not to unalive himself. While really tragic it’s also a sign of Theseus’ kindness or simply his loyalty to Heracles (who had pulled Theseus from the underworld earlier in the play)

In Ancient Greek society killing your family or “kindred bloodshed” was like one of the worst things you could do. Still Theseus remained by Heracles’ side, and even gives him hospitality in Athens and half of his wealth.

The play ends with Heracles deciding not to die while leaning on Theseus as they head to Athens.

Sorry for all the text. But this play is emotional! Felt like it needed context as to why it’s both tragic and profound that Theseus said this to Heracles.

[libidomechanica]

“For shade to shade will coin young Cupids”

A ballad sequence

               I

Himself thrice in the act of love.     And honour, if ye will. Or like not of the pan I scrub     and burn, and here and every

tree does shed its fruit. For shade     to shade will coin young Cupids. But O the heavens fall in     a gentle rain, when they

say she’s coming home the train as     it leaves the mouths of men. Beauties budde, reliuen not for themselfe,     but form and only

wake with yours in the Light of Lights     forever.—I’ll write whatever feeling of thy swinck, that     with such a rare carnation

grew. Into the day, and which     cloys, for the sword and for his gray shadow, he pursues! And     even those people roll

by in the mouth. One of those sweets     that dwell in my delicious meat is to the man. Once more     among the rest—turning

from the golden Morpheus in silence     of that which slays even more—the death, no, not the praise,     phoebus replied, Your blood

should die: till out of long frustration     of an Alien Name I shadow One upon whose     toppe the stars, and then decide,

without love’s flame. So now his     frend is chaunged for darting it. By this Leander sitting     under the other

Sestos here who on Love’s seas more     glorious eyes watch our close ivy-twines; there I’ll behold     thy bared snow and thy

tears, so long as I have above!     Learnt our meaning to be venged for a frenne. Of haggard     seeming, but effectually

is out; for it no form     delivers to the water from moats and how the strangers shelt’ring     from the blue skies derived

a double light in air and     sinless child of sin; but closed in Stygian     Three April perfumes there.

               II

They fed her that their cups with tears!     And once she stayed, and wound wherewith they bring that great     elixir to thy hive. Some

have wronged it, sought far less for loss     of tickets, or codille; spleen, vapours, or smallpox, above     the team hotel, the

moon shall shine upon, lulled a sleepe     through, and you in Grecian dame, that is tame, and but at other     eyes serue him with

deluging storm. But Time, which down her     prayse, but into weeping for thy prey: the name of murdrer     now on thy faire forehead

sitteth, and euen while I meditate     the thankless Muse? We kissed her and Juan thought, be torn. I     learnd a lesson derely

bought that nys on earth assuraunce     to be Nature’s own hand painting fools, yet is, whate’er     may seem good to the hills

bene nigher heuen, and them did     saue with blazing still would I give for thee. The old world grows     dull, and long, long deserts

scorch the camel is to pass, than     this I would that I were dead! Of all his bearded Victor     of ten-thousand men, who

looked at her, and live with softest     downy breasts, have passions brought the past still we moved together.     To spare, blinded alike

from sunshine and from the Queen’s     decease she brought her falling, yet was honest meaning truly,     and nothing at all

how I love thee in such sort as,     thou being mine, mine is thy good report. But hear that she     wile your fancy frae me,

for fear of seeming rather touch’d     earthly faces. To keep them warm until they read: till she     not fair began to give

or keep, to live alone among     her women; certain, would say, leander, thou art the fair     young hearts bleeding wound

Leander to display both in each     other spy. As we. Tho’ father an’ a’ should gae mad, o     whistle, an’ I’ll come to

bid them hither cast their bells and     flowers, and there, all wild to found an University     for maidens, on the springs.

Not always snarling, that taste     is gone. A trentall sung by virgins o’er the shadow of     the poet is whirl’d into

fonts met in thee, and from out     a rill, a nymph and her small goodman shrinks in his grave, yet     not mine; yet mine in part.

               III

The boy beside me is not you a mightier     way make war upon the carpet lies: such heavenly path with many a curious     dint that runs along his back, but my rude pen can hardly blazon forth the greate shepehearde     his daughters in the second protest and sweet soul, had hardly stew a child; has ev’n     been prov’d to grant a lover sure might

you see the rudest or gentlest sight, the seed     of gods, but a boon indeed: the harper came, and last, to follies youth could scarce dare     hyena foemen, and live with fluttering about the bed there sighing and kissing so     close; by their praying in dumb orat’ries, along the most exalted, Charity, are     saving—vice spares nothing happens next

because we were lowe, and like a broken purpose,     will in me to infuse my tale of love in the white; nor waves the mouth. And she becomes     a wayward love, where haue you seene the iawes of hellish Ielousie! And state, perforce, from     the crevice peer’d about. And still, save that time do I ensconce me here within their meaning     truly, and not unto myself

again, and the white rose is a dove. Of his sister     Jane; in bed she moaning lay, till in his twining haze, sees full before her in a     hurry, without marble or a name as fruitless as amber, translucent as the currant     on the beare when it strives to polish all it can its last best work, but for ever.     Then came these? Can’t get out, ’ like Yorick’s

starling; why then I’ll swear, as poet Wordy swore     because the waiting my bonnet but to them, at least appearing sun, as if their laws,     command me fight with rivals or with emulous loves there took his restrained, the world’s dust,     their lutes did silent was to end: then all for languor leapt a cry; leapt fiery Passion     from their light for ever, till she

feared that I were dead! I sing too as womanly     as can the best can mingle and express when two dewdrops on the spur she fled, and,     subtly sifting on all sides, so plied interrogation till it hit the Northern hills.     Vessels of brass, oft handled, bright, and made myself the shame among us, learnt, in days     far-off, on that bed; she comes back safe

ride with us to our lines, and unobserv’d the     glaring orb declines. Panted from heaven find: but from the lark shot up and showers be     still a-falling, yet was honest man that ever sweet was used in giving gentle day     doth follow night, whose prayers for the shades o’ dawn are fled, in a’ its crimson soul lambent     flames; purple passions brought, o

carefull verse. As through loues misgouernaunce. And asked him     what went wrong. Ae e’ening on a rustic, woodland reels athwart the gloomy shades, cloudy,     dark, o’ercast with dim and darksome shade, nature, gladdening and adore: not for thee, each     morn and evening, wherewith disturb’d, she utter’d a soft moan: to wake into a     slumberous tenderness—too hard, too cruell.

               IV

Your captive, yet my father’s will.     Down in the porch of Death as doome of ill desert: but knewe     we fooles, what it doth

latch: of his quench’d heart; and they that     level at my abuses reckon up their owne woe; so     ample eares as neuer

good newes know: is it not     euill that day I e’er had loved before i’ll kiss the threshold,     he, or hand in low coral

groves sweet singing in the wild-     briar fair? This desolation: few would be queen for life.     From heaven to wear! Hard

by a poplar grove where I lie,     and we close shrowded in thys shade alone. What is your sex     a tyrant o’er itself.

Dost not bite so nigh as make away     my doubt, while he forth from his dungeon stray’d; the air was     calm, and on the earth in

the shy touch of hands; true love’s coming,     that came in Neptune’s plea. Others, because known, nor     less divine: Love’s inmost

sacredness called to him, and smile     as thou dost, good! So on she goes and inflames objects to     his beauty had he been.

               V

As not to let thy nature it     concealed leander’s eyes. But when she sang:-she would catch her hand     in mine. Full of all beauties

flow? Within the realme of Loue,     and yet at every stroke, betwixt the rich Ocean for gifts     he flies. Come forth, sweet kisse!

               VI

From four winged horses dark, that practice     better at the foremost, who had fallen, with a little     child of one unworthily;

their sighing and kissing     so close. As after noon, one summer’s front doth sing and stops     her pinion, and twincling

starres bene so trimly dight,     I pray thee Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? Which perhaps     he mixt with flowers, than

what they seem’d to grow. Proud as a     peeress, prouder as a punk; chaste to wreak vengeance on him     her flashing eyes a moment

of that which governs me to     go about doth part his function and with feare, but with thy     Gotes should know my swain,

innumerable rose, beat balm     upon our eyelids close, and spake to him who under other     Name taught us to

veil a noble tear; and up we     came to where a double light in air and sinless faith, a     maiden Queen guarded by

an unseen hand at a game that     pulls or shakes it from the court the shores of keen delight to     be accounted nice. And

bathe in gold the misty dale, and     fly with me as tho’ that ye car’d na a flie; but steal me     a blink o’ your bonie black

e’e, yet look as ye were na comin’     to me, and come, for lover who could avenge, if cause     should fall; and like a touch

of hands; true love, or to be loved,     truest friend, at no man knows. And never to the hills. You     have done the things I do.

Became her golden reign. Till one     of those fair plants, which the Last sole Agent is in this poem,     There are the gems of

the plumb beat adamant as weeds.     Calliope speede her to be sent with it, Follow, follow,     thou wilt renew the

beat of his quench’d heart; and the tortoise     crawls; troops of untended horses; here and the garden,     taste the ripened ears, we

fell out, my wife and I, o we     fell out I know not, cannot guess how much the fury still     out of reach, yet never

out of fear; for love, yet, love, for     pity sake, me in thy bed and die let’s give a new nod     to nothing was denied.

               VII

His arms might be better dayes death     hath shut vp in woe? Whom universal nature did lament,     when by the countless gold of thy door. Once more ye myrtles     shall be as thou dost love me. Las that I am     forst such euill of thee

to say: I say thou art! The torrent     dance thee down to find three perfection every way. To     see thee, Porphyro will leave me here to fade and pine. Catch,     ere she change that sober hue deuise, in obiect best to knitt     and strength; the more she strived,

the wakened by the sea-     shore, whereon was many a sigh; let us away, my     love, without attaint o’erlook the dedicated words which     writers use of their exchanging glances at my father     sent ambassadors with

furs and jewels, gifts, to fetch a lasse,     whose home is in this maid I love, and silence the heat more     by provocation bites. The submissive ground; so he that     does not know ye: alas! Said: I have a sister and my     brother ran in his rage

to the churchyard laid then ye are     only five. And kissed again with tears. To dazzle let the     top. She, with a bootless calf at eight years old, she said, I     am aweary, aweary, I would catch her hand in     wild delirium, gripe

it hard, and fling it like a mermaid     in sea-weed, all garlanded with pearl, and in his fame     the hero-boy, who lived too long should an hour come to bid     them hither cast their bellies’ sake creep and intrude, and climb     into the workman and

his will a cheat. By this a murmur     ran through your marvelousness. Which so prevailed, as he     spake, upon the floor she slid. Offer went beyond, they knew     t was fresh—for he had lately used the lock—and next proceeds,     and boldly ventured

on the rose-briar is sweet; myriads     of rivulets hurrying through thee, indeed I think     our chiefest Nymph of al, of Oliue braunches seare: the faded     lockes fall from yours, within whose least act abides the nameless     lie beneath his Feet.

               VIII

In laurel: her we asked of that     hue; blue as the submissive ground; thou seëst all this comes down     which they would learn it, were

more the trumpet round him; Juan, t     is—tis Lambro—’t is my father! But shaken here and     the sad wound, and breast

maternal wean’d at once withdrew his     weapon, and replaced it; but stood still, save that he fled; they     say your stockings there I

hem; and then he chewed the thrice-turned     cud of wrath, and cooked his spleen, communing with a wondering     looked as grand as doomsday

and as grave: and he, he     reverence up, and are not worth a little change in the logic     of a life? She goes

out to hang the pensive awhile     she dreams awake, and steal; I know it, and himself: then from     the dewy shoulder half

cut through thee, indeed I love: the     new day comes, the light and dark squares feel like tiles for any     man to go: but as his

brain began to burn, for so it     seemed to move among the depths of passionate desire!     Her babbling wells with her

destiny; but she defied all     means they could not be absent long; and old Damætas lov’d to     hear our son, if this be

so, the mother; for wearing as     they were: the power. Haze, sees full before you like none, none     you, for constantly? Was

endowed when first I wanted of     life, for it was not last year at the foreign place; and strange     sensation which she must

partake perforce swayed to her doating     spark, sighs for a daughter of the liberties. By     measuring the intensity

of blue: ’ o, Lady Daphne!     Or foxlike in the sky. Especially when added to     the vales and bid them hither

cast their bellies’ sake creep and     intrude, and climb into the boxed-in hills beyond the truth,     the truth! Love, from Clarinda,

friendships’ guarded guise, for more     the old Sunday evenings at home, an English home, and tuned     it vnto the Waters fall.

Even Time the pit. He rode the     melodie that’s sweetly quickens when tis by that alone she     can be bequeathed to none.

               IX

Ye’ll slip frae me like a king: three     days he feasted us, and on the east are circumfused     there. The air was calm,

and on the rainbow of the two,     according to your eyes are bull, your mound! Floats up from those     dim fields about the homes

of happy hours, and makes one little     grave, o there above the garden darkens. Because it     wasn’t talking about on

a train he knows I cannot force     love as you do. Ah, Chloris, that myrth thee made of yore. No,     no, go not to Lethe, neither

moved nor wept. A cry for a     brother John and I. A simple child … that light be my leading     star! Through a lowly

arched way, there was no reason why     such agonies should be above, and with sacred ring where     the ground with gallant

institutes, and binds her sultry horn,     batt’ning our flocks with the rest; where can we find two better     hemispheres, with wild

thyme and therefore on him who under     other Name taught us to veil the Praises of a     Power to which there brake

on all sides, clamouring etiquette     to death, unmeasured mirth; while now the two only     darts of Loue, now will I

attempt to know what no her tongue     to say what was left of faded woman-slough to sheathing     stars who, where they decked her

fast and thereby committ’st a sin     far worse of constant stars, in them their native East. Bring hether     thee list the loued lasse

forlorn and lost with sick unpruned     wing. Her breath as fragrant too, a stratagem, that proue?     And damns me for that act.

               X

Yet some of you are free: meantime     the frosty dark; and as the sun and stars are nearer that     he had, a Mirror, like

the bounds of shame; my eyes caught light     from your sight—not to cost you a tear: but if you be that     Ida whom I knew, I

ask you nothing? But sucked on country     comets, that portend no war nor prince’s funeral,     shining unto no higher

end than to presage the gray-     fly winds her down for his love Europa bellowing loud,     and many an islander

with her dream so pure and deep     one unbecoming thoughts would be to each his thunder, rain     and whole; nor Arac, satiate

with his Grace and clip my willing     body, and the lips part and say: I mean to go on     living? Of that which will

blot? This idol which you neither     change of place maintaining that is falling into blood and     fire, the danger is less

than fame, may rue the bargain ye     wad buy; but an ye be crafty, I am cunnin’, sae     ye wi anither you

will not come. And true plain words by     thy true-telling friend; and there the fiercest attention becomes     a Virgin bright; then

he arose, and arrow-straight, his     fierce beams struck my brow; the soul of Ida fell, and showed the     rough ways of flurrying is

my inner recesses surfacing     paints the bedroom blue because she took more from hence your     life we love a sister

at their cups with teares besprint.     Will sink where lies stellas faire haire; her face doth look, and grasp’d,     and ran, but it was rich.

               XI

And then he got him to a rock     and under your wine, in autumn. Pardon me saying it     were much better than they

have devised what strain I heard was     of a higher mood. Tis well—but, artists! And on the edge     like to the tree cut from

its pedestal with many a     churlish billow, and the little lintwhite’s nest; and frost     will blight the Baron dreamt

of many a woe, a cloth of     woven crimson, gold, and both together both, ere the highway     too black for the past.

               XII

On Helen’s cheek or ear. With Cyril     and with his awkwardly, and foul contagion spread; besides     what the cooling river’s

crescent-curve, close at the quiet     woodland ways, where paced the scouts with rumour of Prince Arab     hard at hand. Why, there

are no other Prophets than The     Wise. That night into the wall snatch’d down his weary feet and     felt my veins stretch with fire

the trade of love; the fierce triumvirs;     and before her father cease to move in old memorial:     I fenced it round within

his clasp, twixt her and breast     maternal wean’d at once or twice, the ear becomes a bleed. The     base of all: the rusted

nails fell from time to go about     doth part his function and with a dissipated life, and     simple was the flood than

she left: she shall not be thy defect,     and delights to lose itself when the only minstrel     be, proscribed from the thing

need not set your thought I traced something     down in a bed that nigh expell’d innumerable     of stains and on flowers.

               XIII

Will crush her pretty maids in the     pool; for none, his glance inquired of hers your kinder mistress     are at strife. To know

a sweeter music than the creamy     curd, or on the world, if Queens and kings. From your kinder     mistress are at strife. Her

own grand way: being herself three     times a gleam of dewy- tasselled trees: what neede hem caren     for the bass, the beast

can only bellow; in fact, he     had no pulse, but death seem’d absent still; no hideous sign     proclaim’d her surely die.

               XIV

” Answered nothing else but anger.     The patient angel waiting for his sake, to be revenged     on Jove did undertake. Lovers fled away into     the present; i’m sensible

redundancy is wrong, but     could not love it all; I could not love it all; I could never     tell the ground he laid and, tumbling and sounding beauteous     springs the crowning race

of humankind. To say: back rode     we to my father, Tut, you know, who wedded with a milder     ray, like summer night, her matchless fair, at kirk or market     to be sent with it,

Follow, follow, thou shalt have a     trentall sung by virgins might have lost their hooks, fit baits for     ever.—Nature in her left hand, hammer in her e’e, as     Robie tauld a tale o’

love: o Jeanie fair, I lo’e thee     dear; o canst thou think to fancy i have deemed with you, my     most true mind thus makes mine eye well knows what with equal     husbandry the woman were

an equal share. Heaven descend     above the arias of death and love will never hear.     ’ Dreams, the sweet heaven, either not a whit made purple glens     replying: blow, bugle,

blow, set the wild-briar fair? Where     all summer: lightnings that being caught feign death, spoke not, nor     stopp’d to meet her glance nor grasp, for still she railed against us     and within private

arms empale free woman.     Directed all, and in his pride, and doth first begin. An open-     hearted, the night is Cupid’s golden head, and thunder.     Intelligence—First of

a Chain of Ten Intelligence—     First of all. On the green and village-cotted hill, is the     tumulus—of whom? So their fair subject, blessing every     bad a perfect animal,

the two-celled heart become so     sympathetic, that I must have recourse to black Bohea:     tis pity wine should be so,—but—it cannot be but some     vile tongues to be your being

shall make ye flourish all the     past to mind; and when thou alone kingdoms meek of joy and     pain; yet wist na what her ail might bring.—With nothing such to     the wall in time to dye.

               XV

While new emotions, like stranger’s     ill; not I have never a word to say. The females stood,     and ever-changing

invocation grew. Characters at     all. Of smooth-kissing breath, in the realme of Loue, now will I,     alas, refraine; loue feares

nothing more timely, nothing     like one! And oftentime great clymbers fall vnsoft. You out the     prease of those fierce triumvirs;

and before the rough ways of the     sun in a diameter fires and the rank mist they draw,     rot inwardly do prate.

               XVI

The horror of the liberties.     Are all thy lights, and cold, and said no and the loud roar grew,     and none beside. And drooping

rich the dews of night, blot out     the Agèd Host, a beggar at another rage; and when     they should lay, the while upon

a hillock down he lay and     sweetest buds doth love, and with a bough of wilding in his     neighbour than his fate—he

felt himself most nigh it, like to     her breast, can mark the fate which sin, kiss and shake the daunce, and     Cyril whisper its last

best work, but for one hour more in     Heav’n expect thy meed. And them, like Mars and Erycine, display     terror to earth, and

tempest came her golden reign. Me     or float or sink, be high or low. ’ At which she must partake     perforce, at last, as shepherd’s

trade, and lyeth buryed long in     Winters bale: yet soone as spring holiday. Which in our     hands. Was used in giving

gentle day doth follow night, we     could tell; my passion to create, as where the ground was white     with snow and I could ill

confine; I looked as grand as doomsday     and as grave: and he, he reverence up, and are not     at all: in vain to the

vast uplandish country dwelt. The     white rosebud with a flush on its petal tips; for the slave     market of Constantinople.

And what is Algrin he,     that is the grace and proscenium of her face: she linger’d     still. A hundred thousand

groans, but thinking to haul up and     swig! Young Juan and Haidee clung around her grave as her image     in marble fonts; there

grain, and close beside her and to     me she said; she said I am aweary, aweary     I would you had her, Prince;

you cannot love it enough. The     monstrous ledges there stood as one ashamed, wherewith the     Soul inspir’d and all his

loue doth scorne: he plonged in payne,     his tressed locks dooth teare. Will storm his heart re-sent; and he     had our daughter and his

will a cheat. A certain portrait     may I grant be seen, the little grave, to see them, that may     delight. As others use,

to sport with Amaryllis in     the noblest seats of those two tralucent cisterns brake a     stream of liquid pearl, which

did thy Rosalind hath so little     door, old Angela was feeling but by other drest     with temper, whose light the

Baron dreamt of many mortal     taint. With their rank though hate had put them out: numb were the river     among the bush had

ne’er a lighter heart when Chloe     dies. She goes out to hang the pensive head, and     Than public manners breeds.

               XVII

My bonnet but to tie, and clos’d     her up, as in a snare: which every bough and sweet self, or     pines in sad experience,

this; by man’s oppression was     the sallow sand, sends forth a rattling murmur to the     literary rabble:

whether doth my mind, and many     an oath, arcades ambo, ’ id est—blackguards both. Girls     are we; two of us

in the Rose—and I myself to     cherish. Come then, dear friend, and touching her breast, a greater     fon, that loues the things to

hit, for true no-meaning puzzles     more than for the destiny he heard the night, your glorious     in his armour braue.

Eyes aghast against the Princesse     bene principall. Can you well compare? Afflicted by     my kindness, they leave me

with my verse; do now your flowery     levels underneath their pride, weakness somehow shapes the     shade, or with the White yfere,

in either change of place     maintaining that indefatigable Pen in celebration     of love’s great master,

Aretine, and Syluanes haunten     rathe. Once over again, and flowers and all the past     melts mist-like into thy

glory, I thought a king a king;     he cared not for the hinny he’ll cherish the bee, my laddie’s     sae meikle in luve

wi’ the silly rose-wreath now and     deck thee with the weedes be glutted. And Pity fell on     his Eyes, and soul! But when

they have treated him as something     she spoke I fear they will take up that heard not out the world     shall grow, while the sun in

a diameter fires and the     tip of evolution, modestly shining. They may ache     in icy hoods and mails.

               XVIII

Or pines in sad experience worse than South-sea-     isle taboo, dwarfs of the hills—teenagers in love he is in love he is a flower     as May never bore. Say: I say thou art; I said they were: the power of fervent kisses     from Nubia brought it, and smite no more: as hags hold sabbaths, less for thee. That thou art     as fair in face, of temper amorous

play. And while I kiss thy garment’s hem with your     looks, your imprimatur’ will ye not annex? My manhood is cast down in the fire of     a foolish fashion’d all that there was a lass, and she was hot and generous and so     the least that to the fair vermilion knew, and saved my old body from the town and half     house; but scarce would bring; though sleeping, vseth.

Or wanders here; the sun and moon renew thy beauty,     like a throbbing star came furrowing all the Quarters of the loom; and there among     piled arms and your great court-Galen poised his gilt-head cane, and pawed about the prease of those     who have ceased to hear his tale, left off her running. The gynaeceum, fail so far in high     deserts? Boasting his parentage, and

recollection; on her foot she hung a moment,     and thinner, clearer, farther going! There are the dancers; there’s the pity, with gossip,     scandal, and spite; and Jack on his arm, and to the yellow leaf, ’ and Imagination     and mine—where she lies, but will not come, she said, betwixt the right color is invisible,     only movement, he withdrew.

               XIX

Kept walking. As not to love, or to be lov’d.     Committing heady riots, incest, rapes. Will sink where lies the swan. Tried in vain paining with     its synonym. And to some corner secretly have gone, let maps to other, wine from     grapes out wrung. What two come here to fade and pine. Or in this eternal thirst is flowing,     and sigh, I can’t get out, ’ like Yorick’s

starling; why then I’ll swear, as poet Wordy swore     because the publisher declares, in sooth, through the bills. And almost think that idiot     legend credible. Of Things of the lake doth glitter the green that it might mount the Throne.     Thine eyes were spiritual and clear: and things that precede the mighty storm; in the endgame     of her cheeks, with his own avenger.

               XX

One daye he sat vpon a hyll, as     now thou wouldest me: but I am tought by pachas, some     by Jews, how some were bought

to keep her back; and either seemed     it strange song I heard Apollo sing, while Ilion like a     mission’d spirit, unaware:

came many a token without     a groan, or sigh, or glanced about the causes weighed,     fatherly fears—you used us

courteous lights in show the     duller eyes through the soundest rest. You may vow I’ll not forget     to pay the debt which

th’ angry gods had fasten’d     with you too. True love’s channel, where it shall fall so woful,     and of such deep sorrowing

in my heart receive this lock     which our olives failed; seldom she spoke I fear they will bring     forth sweet water oft her

hand; in touching the gasping     furrowes thirst with Reason, which perish in the wood gods love     to hide, affection of

the glen at wintry dawn, where o’er     the beauty of your chance almost at naked nothing upon     earth more miserable

night; but sorrow seize me if ever     that lightly my beauty morn by morn; I earth in earth     my Emma lay; and now

to see thy foolish boy, that is     the best. But tougher, heavier, stronger, he that smote and     threw warm gules on

Madeline began to weep, and kye,     and wanton winds, what hard mishap hath doom’d this general evil     they maintain, all men

are bad, and in it catch, ere she     change that sober hue deuise, in obiect best to knitt and strength;     a daintier iudge applies

his praise the thought. Through needles’ eyes     it easier for the bass, the beast can only bellow;     in fact, he had no pere:

so well she couth the ship soon, because     of both sides I doe take my blood from them runs headlong     to the brim, wakes me next

morning in the present; i’m     sensible redundancy is wrong, but could not do—the pillow     glowed and glowed both roof

and floor, and birds sang sweet influence     reigned; and ever afresh they seem when the glassy darkness     greeted by a doubtful

curls, and thee! That burning core,     though I, once gone, to all the ground he laid and, when the lily     lies o’ercharged with

them for the field-mice are abroad,     he cannot be—or I at least, or a Protestant parson,     or Catholic priest, to

instruct those after us: this     we were, this is all; she will die from want of care, or sicken     with his flaring glass.

               XXI

And up we came to where he stood     as one ashamed, wherewith she strooken, so at her toilet’s     greasy task, with Sappho

fragrant at an ev’ning bright     toward heav’n’s descent had slop’d his western bower. Moses was,     that sing, whose earliest

beat still the wide stairs a darkling     way they will; disdains all loss of your eyes gave me love, and     felt the blinding bandage

from his eyes grew brilliant, a gang     war wrapped&cut diagonal at the shearers’ feast and shove     away the parasitic

forms that seeldome falls bynethe.     The trumpet, and again vowed spotless chastity, whom Nature     made her chief worke, Stellas

eyes, in colour blacke why wrapt     she beames so bright? I rode beside him swim, and talk of     love, the horror of the

day or night, and the towers have     gone to sea. Oft have I to do with me remain without     thy help by me be borne,

and never knew my father that     our companion was a Romagnole, but facts are facts:     no knight could be; yet maiden-

meek I prayed concealment: she     demanded who we were, and round about the bed alone.     Here han the fleece, and eke

the fleshly follyes vndefyled,     and grey hairs were buoyant spirits, never bound with swimming     looks of speech about your

Mistress, but about the acacias,     and a bird, that each passion to us. With clamour:     for among them all: a

common lose the childlike in the     very brother with Latonaes seede, such follie great sorow     to Niobe did breede. ’Er you

do, fight and fight with passion to     create, as where their children of despair with laughter; what’s     to come is still together

deep in woods, unseen as sings     the night to name my desires, when happiness? In such     wars women use, or thirsting

after her a letter sent,     which joyful Hero answered sharply crystalline fragments     of many a woe, for

I am slow and feeble, faint,     and the fatigue is flowing, that als we mought be, simple,     as simple rustic love.

               XXII

Than when two dewdrops on the babe     restored. As those who served; she gave no very satisfactory     information

about his lip, to prick us     on to combat for my own; his mother. No Angel, but     a dearer being, and

the white of Pelop’s shoulders of     the king of gods and mails. How can my nature says: My children     still, and caught her up.

               XXIII

To plunge in cataract on an     island-crag, when storm is on the siller, he canna hae     luve to spare, whose heart had brooded, all that beat about a     glimmering threshold of

the morning dew. Lest I lose all.     And magnify, and catch them to be thus was another     Phaeton had got the guidance of the dead and rites were injured.     The woman through their

chief art in reigne dissembling is.     Not marble, nor can integrity our ends promove: for     Kings and Lovers are alike in this that leaped into hell,     and sing a song to the

after party? Echoing inside     my head, it scents the early grave which men delight? Objects     having too much quickness ever to be hated. Which     in my thought, a touch, did

she uphold to Venus, and against     the tax; behind, and so our souls, that loved us. If     in the council broke, I rose and fell, and all the Truth God     only can be caught with

such halcyon calmness fix our     souls, that love is a factory. A table, and, half anguish’d,     threw thereon came many a bore, and haggard seeming,     but effectually is

out; for it no form delivers     to the appointed hour. The cattle are grazing, their heads     the cornice rests, with hair of glitterand gold, mought them shend:     they bene to heauen hent.

               XXIV

Provoked remarks which now it shan’t.     Rough Satyrs danc’d, and Fauns with clov’n heel, from them heard something;     then looked. Oh my bodhisattva of new roses proposing     a new era for us nobis pacem oh my     bodhisattva of new

roses you’ve saved my life, saying     not she knew: her answers gave no sign, save breath, when Haidee     threw herself to man, were to be a rug—turned away, mid-     dream. Mountain smoking with gyfts to winne his wanton heart. From     its forest root of years,

till I should wed, my father’s face     grow long and snake-like life for a blow. My youthful years; it     is now time to time came murmurs to a sister at the     first are broke, thus to thee. Then Cleopatra lives at number     seven, and Antony

resides in Brunswick Square. When     all the orient into gold. And yet against her will     and said … Nay, we are seven! Your mother who smiles as she     went away. I took you for chastity, whom Nature me     a man-at-armes did make.

We saw the palace. Its little     shy at first with Reason, which is salted by complexities     or cries. But an ye be crafty, I am cunnin’,     sae ye wi anither you will not slay me, nor your presence     room I stood with an

end, that follow’d it as gentle     heart, be thine! Who had given us letters, was he bound     to speak first, thus matcht, were scantly gentlemen.—Star followed     star through needles’ eyes it easier for the muse of me     put less in t: and now

hath made me glad. Or cast a Tangle     in the desert wild they both wander in that Submersion.     Remembering how we three presented, and I’ll say that     ye may lightly pranced three captains of the house. Now somewhat     sing, and they the breeze

of a softer clime, half-lost in     the loss alone, when you happen to see, you’ll say with princes     were denied pin’d as they were all that succeeds it; by     the quivering lid of an averted eye—the smile that     life I had, and liued with

lullaby thy lusts relent, let     others harme, selfe-miserie, beauties flow? Heart on fire emprison     her soft and milky way; but overwrought within the     bushes rancke? How be I am but base: base in respect     of thee, I thought he scarce

fit for ballads in the fit of     fruits, and the whole weak race of venomous worms, that strange     affection. Yet mark the figures on an Indian chest; and     when he did, he found—but sought not perform nor yet she ask.     And in the shade. Grandma’s

rosebush reminiscent of a     Vice Lord’s do-rag. Her answer by the score flattered by my     own affection of the day fled on the fountain—the child     shall know. Acquire the deep blue surge, o’ershadow’d there we     love and kissing so close;

by their praying and wishing, and     panting limbs we’ll gently lay, in the faint flush upon the     spray that showers and purple of the soul. The thing, he cannot     live, the question’d those about his lips bidding adieu;     and aching Pleasure nigh,

while still he stood as one who ne’er     had loved before her in a strait; I grate on their babes to     rest, and liued in lowlye laye, and take thy rest; since age is cold     and heavy cheer, complaineth. Passes turn and bid fair peace     be my lot, far-off from

thy owne sunlight; silence in both     holds one degree the flockes doe graze about in Nature’s     range, or veer or vanish; why should have ever been; they were     children, wants and wish’d that hour with carven imag’ries his     was harsh penance on St.

               XXV

‘We fear, indeed, divine and pure.     For a long while. Besides, I’ve no more forbear to taste our     joys, struck with agues in

her brain to madness; she arose     from fright of dim espial. In marble fonts; there grain, and yet     she asked but space and figure.

As then, that bene so lewdly     bent. We rose, and sweetly played in tune. For as a hot     proud horse highly disdains

to have his head was chalke, a shell     fish downe let flye: shee weend the shrieks of the wild echoes flying,     and clasping and tumbling

in the glassy darkness from     thence, have lighted there more to heare of warme fine-odour’d snow,     nor blushing stood upon

Achilles; they say the child, a     lesson new you shall reign the head and wine of her days. Juan,     and shuddering o’er the

Laocoon’s all eternal throes, and     in such taking, for nought, was moved with nought, and hid from     Soon, trembling through the lawns.

               XXVI

But I will not. But little needes     to strow my store, suffice this hill of our. Small clouds are     sailing, blue sky prevailing;

there are schools for all. Yet mark     the fate which sin, kiss and shaking off the Dust of that Soul-     wasting absence is our

carke. From her grave as her image     in marble fonts; there grain, and close the child; and rhymes and dismal     lyrics, prophesying

change beyond all reasons show, and     there, and Terebinth good for Gotes: the one, my madding     mynd is starte, and woes the

Widdowes daughter’s grave is there     took his restrained touches ne’er too much mescal. Nurse, and dandle;     a thing of sorrows

on the fountain, still flinging diamonds     flaring glass. She said, my friend, with their lee—another     tack with stroke on stroke the

horse meant knight. Her wide sleeves green, and     saw thee woman through Sestos from her heau’nly iewell, teaching     Sleepe most faire to be!

               XXVII

And fain by stealth away she threw,     and silver tincture of her soft hand, and tooken, await     thee; azure pillars of

the salt Medway his sourse, wherein     were wrought by greedy men, that swincke and pure, dutiful service     may thy love procure.

               XXVIII

The woman’s cause is, stella lookt     on, and from mine arms she rose the yesternight, and she a     weeping far away. The

vale of lilies and the shrike, and     the man wants weight, the nail in it. And looks intense she gazed,     a sudden a passion,

or a prayer: or her, who laughs     at you and me never fear. Naked, a double blue, dancing     all free and happy

in the midst of men and day, and     bless the show appear: that loved not at first and feeble, all     the orbs between a

cymballed Miriam and a Jael,     with Psyche’s babe, was Ida watching and kissing her: ah!     Dream he melted, as they

came. Strongest; the cattle are grazing,     their hearts entangled, the air was calm, and on the     liberties. Of wealthy men,

who care not: this is true: so like     was one minute found to forget these empty courts, and the     wild words the snake, my secret,

blank and waste it seemed his own:     the scientific animals are the kind flood on a     wave should lay, the faery

people of the night is dreary,     he cometh not, she said; she said, and thou arise to the     tryste, he danc’d along with

ivory-headed wand, and he love.     Genius of the king. Hebrides, whereon a woman-statue     rose with sweet ecstasy

to all who fry in your decay     with means more blessed hour atones for all his life were     said and sung: she clos’d the

door she goes to inform the Prince,     I prize his truthful change, as is most meet for all? Is lying     a dead infant, slain

by thee. Nor all which derives     assistance from his hand dares stretch to touch but must not float upon     his shrieks and cried. Were

in the churchyard thing, tis that our     companion yestermorn; unwillingly requited. Drew     the greater, being near

the sun’s broad beam has tir’d the sight,     all mild ascends th’ unguarded store, or wanders here;     the sun and sea; how long

the chapel aisle by slow degrees:     all eyes may see from what they meant by their sighing she     spoke not; not a sigh relieved

her thorns were my only luve,     and fare thee weel awhile! Sort of drifted off. Then like     describing people mad, for

feare hence flew Love’s alarum     pattering on black blocks a breadth of thunder. Thence climbing o’er     the imperial tent

whispers use of their skins; they left     no echo of their skins; they left no echo of their tears,     and be not thine own thrall.

               XXIX

Yet she betray’d at times are shown,     a woman’s head, nor burnt the grave, we kissed him, and fell in     drops like tears because she’s

home. And gave it to his sight displayed,     whence floweth Helicon the learned well, helpe me to     blaze her worthy praise, the

sole men to be mingled with     lullaby my gazing eyes, which she lifted up her voice and     cries, and speak without end,

my wavering road! In deathless     marble. The sandy footprint upon sand which old-recurring     waves do rise or fall.

               XXX

So that I might) o ioyfull verse.     Or seemed to hear, as in a poplar grove when a light with     fish. I’ll take your leaves bedew’d,

awake the eyes from out that     noysome gulfe, which gaping lies between the North. Even as,     when gaudy nymphs pursue

the chase, we hunt them for the hinny     he’ll cherish doth with iniurie: who since he hath, by Natures     speciall grace, showing

off walls of sure and solid stone.     Could suffer me in heart, and say it is esteem. No, not     the power and shave before

us, knew we would creep; and     Haidee’s bitter shriek, although in me each part will be. For     as he eats and drinks he

grows younger and lust, the little     change to challenge eyesight? The men of wealthy Sestos every     year, for his sake, to

be revenged on Jove did     undertake. Of those sweets that do with the dewy shoulder in     the depths of passionate

cry from underneath this radiant     floor was Danae’s statue in a brazen tower, jove slyly     stealing kisse. And there

rises and she said; she said I     am aweary, aweary, I would they grew like field-     flowers and, maids, take me.

               XXXI

A fairer mark; and without aid!     And all their dear delight. Her recollect the time of     merimake. Years could be more cruel, love, and here on those balusters,     high above the love of wit. She rapt upon her lover’s     pray’r, and paid a

tradesman once to make a fire with     someone who wanted me in measure you! Of this theme which     I held, and on the rocks once-a-boy pilfering grenadine     nebraska, Nebraska, Nebraska, Nebraska,     Nebraska, Nebraska,

Nebraska wicked at the thought her     up. Tristan und Isolde is scarcely the story, women     at least should ne’er too much truth; therefore unto him hastily     she goes and inflames objects hath the bond—the striplings!     Until some honourable

deed be done! To wreck thy spleen     on? Hath its merchandized whose rich esteeming the owner’s     tongue doth publish every where. His name was Gama; cracked     and small, of all hearts that know the woman, and prayed. Or pines     in sad experience

worse than were she dead. Than whom     Cassandra was not free of this the meed of all, self-viewed,—nothing     repels thee,. And suddenly her former colour changed,     and her thought of those that near him. Though a thousand aves     told, for as you were born

was beauty’s doom and dates, in     argosy transferr’d on board of one of her dream if ceremony—     I think the year; the one Abydos, the other     dies. Yet, ye are seven! He is in love with him to one     goal, stays all the World, but

the fair he sees all bath’d in tears—     Oh, odious, odious trees! Cat-footed through th’     horizon peeps, as pitying these lovers, downward creeps,     so that we might make it worth his while. As those who longest     miss the old archer’s shafts,

thy voyce the angry Sisters of     the world my love let’s fall down in bed and main, and flowers,     and silent as a tomb. Above the trade of love; it is     important to face the rear of the crane, ’ I said, at the     topic die. One on the

rushes to be flung, strived with     hurricane tape, like a Saint’s glory up in heaven? And     not unto myself ascribe, unduly, things which you term     virginity is neither were ye playing on the beach     the waves which bright all from

the storm. Carved on the sphere; grief makes     her in his arm and for the hinny he’ll cherish the bee,     my laddie’s sae meikle in luve am I; and I will     come to ye, my lad. He inly stormed and was but the     reflections—these will be thy

bier. Heart did mercy come, chiding     that I were dead, forgotten. To wash the black—o! He thrice-     turned cud of wrath: sike syrly shepherds that have the power     seem’d gone for every street like to empty houses     That each past emotion.

               XXXII

But the rich mine, to the ivory     skin and, crying Love, I come, leaped lively in. Leander,     thou art; I said thou wert

wont to fear. And takes and ruins     all; and thus some boding flash’d through the gates, and caught her of     a harp; the hare limp’d trembling

through the grassie greene, hye you there     and for her robes but straight in her own thought; and thence this slander,     as I hear, the smoulders

hidden; tis my mother, a     good wife, worth winning; but this is all, I stand upon her     sweet, as if to greet the

king that with equal husbandry     the woman, and with the sun in a diameter fires     and affection? I have

been: we had our dreams; perhaps he     mixt with floundering horses. Not the taut holding With blackest     moss the flower inscrib’d

with woe. Has yielded: she, my     golden-crowned rose! Waking she was wildly clad; her eye might     flow over my heart … he

does not war: and, sdeath! A stream of     liquid pearl, which down her face was strooken, looked so dolefully,     as made love simply

wears away. Full-summed in all     this must be twain, although our stranger’s ill; not I have not     made for amorous, as

they went away.—Climb the stone—sometimes     too much quickness ever to be taught; with lullaby     your looks, your imprimatur’

will ye not annex? And oh,     Sirs, could I help it, but my cheek, in loving song sighs o’er     her lone head, so fierce and

highest, among the bush had ne’er     a lighter heart did mercy come, chiding that great elixir     to thy hive. Roses!

               XXXIII

All men%u2019s souls for a long while.     Sicker I hold her, right or wrong, and, Prince, trampling the front,     but deep in woods, unseen

as sings the crowning race of     humankind. A great labour of the Mountaine sayles. Leaves nothing     too deere for thee, young swain,

enow of such wondrous fair, so     young, so gentle, so employed, should more dazle then delight,     like the wild-briar fair?

               XXXIV

At a brother, all that men desire, a pleasant     ayres of true loue be infected by the Moon, salámán and Absál rejoiced     together thrive, if from the wind walks o’er

it, was she shaken by the dusk curtains waved, the     wakened flies were murmuring of innumerable rose, beat balm upon our eyelids.     And was thilk same song of Colins

owne making? In thy Turn Well may betide Thee; and     turned again, but was at a loss what they meant by their flocks? Cold as a mountains sloped     down with poppies orange as crayfish

all the blisses of a Power to which they would     fain be weaning back to old thoughts are free: meantime the ground was strewed with panes of quaint     device, saying, Mercy, Porphyro!

               XXXV

Blind below their vanishing eyes.     True love is of the king. Soft moon! No doubt we seem a nest     of travellers, ’ but not

the last he rose, and she far-fleeted     by the cry they made a halt; the horse and horseman, hawk,     and hound, seen mid the

sapphire heaven’s sweetest buds doth     love, and lay no more than now, she said; her hair was dripping,     and sights, intrigues, adventures

in: let no buzz’d whisper’d thus     his tale, left off her running. The dim curls kindle into     sunny rings; changed with rod

or with knout? Clad; her eye might flash     on his, but found it dim; and thus some boding flash’d the dream     of what she wile your fancy

frae me. On his helmet, tough,     strong, supple, sinew-corded, apt at arms; but tougher,     heavier, stronger, he that

smote and threw warm gules on     Madeline’s fair breasts his tents, legs his triumph is well-tim’d     retreat, as hard a science

himself, a sight to say my     desire without end; nor end of mine, stateliest, for     they were woode, except the

Wolues, that sleepen long. Are vain     and coy excuse! Were they at the river rinses the dark.     Nor only these: Love in

the liquid azure bloom of a     crescent-curve, close at the stems. Parted from tasting your     Castalian tea! Thy Muse to

long slombreth in sorrow cleft with     human filth that column was cemented, with morning, did     he take his flight. Love; yet

when the melancholy has her     humour most, when she charms my sight, in pride of a’ the glen;     and he had our dream. So

deep in shadow: further trust can     place in: from all its ancient Secret be enlarged deride     his cancell’d laws, and forbear

to kill; but I must do my     duty—how thou hast pass’d by the steam floats up from those dim     fields about the prease of

those things be! The lucid outline     forming round my wrist, and tremble in mine ear, and turn, sole-     thoughted, to one Lady

there; he always made a pause. When     Juan spoke, too—it might be, to have a home for thee. Than thus     man-girdled her without

a bound, and pulled him Love, and swore     he never slander’d one, but cares not look on them. Her sale     sent home some discussion

and some I could run and slide, my     brother and in the bottom of the east are circumfused     there. The soul’s distracting

lethargy, the patient angel     waiting for his Feeble foes: what were wont to do?     The Shah crown’d with your parts.

               XXXVI

And quenching the cobwebs with his     captains flashed their wealth, and the Seas Seven but dropping something     shook her, it seem’d he never came back. And, beat from the     wall in time to his hand dares stretch to touch upon a sphere     too gross to tread, and all

the rosy heights came out above     the empurpled champaign, drank the gale that blows from off the     wall a sluice with blackest moss the flood of remembrance stray:     lest that ye car’d na a flie; but steal me a blink o’ your     bonie black e’e, yet looks not

life, for thee that deed I dare uo     do! Sighing she spoke: but oft clomb to the rose-bud in your     beauteous gift, methought I traced something in it as you say:     but you like a sea of milk shalt lie display love’s holy     fire, with wind and the South,

and from the high Hall-garden I     see her tender brood, the pride of a’ the glen; and he begun     a long low sibilation, stared as blank as death in     marble fonts; there grain, and close beside the ods hath fur: for     they were life to me and

revelled in my changeful     dreams like petrel on the siller, he canna hae luve to     spare for me necessity and fate? While weeds and ordure     rankle round the ghost begins to redden thro’ my very     ears were hot to hear them:

knowledge, beat her down—will leave her     space to burgeon out of thy swinck, that with such poor tricks of     treason. Roared make yourself in every blessed night, and hid from     the board, with roses strowed the lattices, beside the     palace ran the people

far away. The tenor’s wife, with     no stars, bats, or moon blooms. Shades, cloudy, dark, o’ercast my sky:     but when she heard it—the wind and the noise of arms; and standing     at the door unto my house no more to do have I?     And sleepe so favourable

is to me, and twilight gloomed;     and broader-grown the bold waves with the hot blood of wretched     lovers slain. Not war, if possible, nor can integrity     our ends promove: for Kings and Lover’s Language wholly     misinterpreting;

sun and Moon are but my Lady’s     self, as any Lover knows; hyacinth I said, at the     end of them pitied be, the hallow’d hour was near at hand:     she sighs and moan forth witless Jeanie wist, her hearty meal     upon a dunce. To Venus,

answered in such taking, for     nought caren, that swincke and swear; yet ever, as he thought to     the air, had held till now forbore to speak?—Let us away,     my love, and with what life I had, and like a flash the     weird vision of our house.

               XXXVII

From Arac’s arm, as from an old     Roman princess with a gossamer were wisdom to it.     That, seeing Two who draw

one Breath together deep in woods,     unseen as sings the crowned twins, commerce and higher, like lightnings     that Colin made in

her lukewarm place Leander sitting     thus a Noodle heard him, and from the larks on wing are     dropping orb were gone; juan

gazed on her, so gracious and a     gallant institutes, and binds her down—will leave me not nor     from me a sigh of pain

which I desired, and gained the     terrace ranged along the fire on the beach the waves which brings     all have it: ’ but again

she veiled her brows, and produces—     You. Their energy like life of dull lead, color of the     chase, wretched men to weete

whats good or ill, we deeme of Death     as doome of ill desert: but knewe we fooles, what it vs     bringes vntil, dye would

we work for fame; though Wilberforce,     at last, with more than half- opening buds of April, and     cozenage; and when he

feigneth, looks asquint on his arm     and for your child! Now in more subtle wreaths of dangling water     and dull earthly fumes.

What pardon, Julia: he doth win     grace with them: we touch of hands they may ache in icy hoods     and mails. Not rob thy nest

from Fez; and spiced dainties, every     phrase well-oiled, as man’s could be; yet maiden-meek I prayed     concealment: she demanded

who we were, this is my sonnet     to your features and their strength; a daintier iudge applies his     praise the thought myself ascribe,

unduly, things which you neither     you will do, speak but the Muses, that shrild as lowde as     Larke, o carefull verse.

               XXXVIII

I fenced it round with Daffadowndillies,     and angled with rain: her summon’d, and, subtly     sifting on all sides, so

plied interrogation till it     strikes on a wood, and every voice shall whispered. Your prowess,     Arac, and what they seem

when the fields she needs must be postponed     discreetly for the present, a great labour of the     poplar made, did all

confusion: by and by sweet order     lived again with all confusion. I designate as love,     without virtue, or a

vice. Mix with this, for Tyrans make     folke bow: of foule rebellion then I do it makes me     hope, although I knew him—

could have crept, and to some one sent     beneath his vaulted palm a whispered: Take me with yours in     the Light of Lights forever

like a snare. Through numbing cold,     all feeble, faint, and wan. The months go to the slowly     altering alters all; then

the Fair one beautiful was never     ill-bred enough, no matter what you say. The next, an     awful voice within his

clasp, twixt her and to make love groan:     to say they err I dare not talked to thus: yet will we work,     and mounts The Throne. So he

took his rest. Were caught some ghost of     us: that tape-recorder should have provoked remarks which     no eye should cancel—but

she may sit upon a king’s right     hand now, and them, like Mars and Erycine, display love’s holy     fire, with words the snake,

my secret, blank and waste it seemed,     as if another Sunne belowe, ne durst againe his fyrye     face out showe: let him, if

he dare, his brightness was but a     dream! Such I weene thou mounefulst Muse of nyne, such cause of     all: then Lambro, who till

now forbore to speak, smiled scornfully,     and singen soote, in their sighing and kissing, and such     skies, when I shall live—such

virtue hath an amorous habit     soon revealed. Did but fan the first. They laid him in a     little hand glanced like a

blanket, too soft a lasting mark     to bear, and tell me how— Good Saints! I would that I waking     might have cause to say, oh!

               XXXIX

Only movement catches the eye.     The jasmine and trust in all things are over; still I have     not made ourself will crush

her pretty maiden gardens yet     unset with virtuous; what virtue is it that is at     a loss what they saw, but

what they meant by their sighing and     kissing her: ah! Which, I protest, he startled her; but soon     she knew not of his sister,

as the empty air he flings,     all deep enraged, his sinewy bow he bent, and showed up     I felt so warm and

generous and so through with Love, a     happy date with his snaky rod did charm her nimble feet,     and made at least, their lutes

did silent was to show the coming     of the joyous wood the ghastly Wraith of one she loved     to dwell. A little maid

would have welcomed both, show what they     seem’d turn’d to Juan, in whose least act abides the nameless charm     that none of Chloe’s shall you

pace forth; your praise shall consume, and     swept, as t were, across the salt sand-wave, Hark! Like those that     is with azure circling

lines empaled, much like desires     and inflames objects to his beauty had as could provoke     his liking, yet was

she strooken, so at her presence     made them take him in; oft blind and age-bent, sore distrest, until     he can a Maiden

win. Heart, we will forget. The garden     darkens. For ever and anon a something new, a     strangled titter, out of

which the fond eyes trace in all fair     things that precede the mighty storm; in the dark, when clocks throbbed     the farms wi’ me? Am

I despised because a horse     to horse we got, and soon among rose-bloom fell on his Eyes,     and how she blushing stream

the tears rush’d forth from his dull cabin,     found him in the white ambulance to pick up who had     sent a herald to the

great fall with religious awe. Who     looked at her feet the engines laid which to the lion’s roar,     and love of every sense!

               XL

”Oh, odious, odious trees!     Dread, and love, and her lambs unshorn, and as a brother’s shafts,     perhaps the early morning. The crust of iron moods that     masked thee from this place; they

are like the rest, our own detention,     why, the cause and mine: but since then your sister came she     won the heart made for thee. Gentle friends, by wealth of follow’rs!     Why, there are the forces

we had ranged with the Soul inspir’d     and all that draweth on the thickest and bore him with some     cold morning on thy face, one on another self I turned.     Among the deadly fatal

knife that she wile your fancy     frae me. Nothing in it as you say: but you shall be stored     there than to walk forlorn, till cold winds woke the gray kings at     parle: and Look you’ cried

my father’s camp, and riseth from     the darkness holds the genuine apparition of your     mournful terms, with sighs, and everywhere. One on the arrow     we cannot speak, or stir.

               XLI

Have we not made ourself would tend     upon your own, as Lady Psyche. And, O ye dolphins,     waft the hapless youth. His weapon, and rent the wonder of     glory, and vain; till down

she knew not how they may yet envy     me; not thou, and slip into my bosom and bough lie     wither’d to its root; lions, boars, wolves, all how true! Dived down     to hell her loathsome carriage.

Until she sobb’d for breath, and     cooked his son, thinking to have kissed him. For true no-meaning     puzzles more than now, she said: o friend, child, lover, brother,     all that I were dead! Thus

whisperers in anger not the     hollow sea’s, mourns o’er the Laocoon’s all eternal woe, for     if the nymphs should have listened to despair, observes how much     a chintz exceeds mohair.

               XLII

Of the North. Fame: with thine? Flaps awkward flair rare steaks,     onion rings, Maker’s on the second two: they well might have lost their aim, and after her,     an open-hearted, the night, with nothing

art thou of thy loued lasse forlorn and lost with     many an island-crag, when storm is on the rocks melt wi’ the sun: o I will live on     through a lowly arched way, seen mid the

sapphire visaged god grew proud, and many     deaths do they escape by this issue: let our missive through, and your mistress, or fourth wife,     or victim: all this must be beaten.

               XLIII

Since I left you, mine eye untrue.     Of bounding pulses that she dearly held. And often sayne     that whilome was the word.—

That well-built house, why tear it down?     There never miss’d. Then thou, whom partiall heauens for the fire that     frown aside, and smiled, but

unto her dream so pure a spell,     and sing of soft misnomers, so divine that wardes the     Westerne coste? Of this

heavenly nymph, beloved friend, with     the first cold night, and all eares worse then worst, I say thou     are she, still, still as though

a tongueless nightingale is     souereigne of song, before one charm or hope had taken with     ill-usage, when they embrace;

so nimble feet as stirre still,     my dear, while still he stood, in act to spring on the fire     that froth’d on his dead brow,

which this, Time’s pencil, or my pupil     pen, neither in inward worth nor outward tells of human     swains, receives no blemish,

but ofttimes more noble     than she that watch’d—the lucid outline forming round the sick,     and caught his hair, and so

I often told her all. Azure     circling a world of plunder and pride of all our fair land,     you did but shear a feather,

and it happen’d the male was     Juan,—who, an awkward flair rare steaks, onion rings, Maker’s on     the blind wildbeast of force,

whose lively heat, like fire from head     to add; and thus some boding flash’d the dread voice is past that     to the literary

rabble: whether my verse in time     to dye. In high deserts? Colin my dearest bond is this,     not like to the soul! So

in the churchyard come, stopped short beside     my daughter; while compress’d within his clasp, twixt her and     Juan was a boy of saintly

breeding; so that I must needs     the beggar at another time he might call them masterpieces:     they mastered me.

               XLIV

Regarded; neither cheeks, with flowers,     and never find my bride, he clashed his iron hills, rotting     on some wild shore with

the Desire of rest: blends, in     exception to all gen’ral rules, your taste of follies, with     our scorn of us, They

mounted, Ganymede, for under     water he was proude, that each may breathe the violet,—drown’d all     in Rhenish and the tortoise

crawls; troops of untended horses;     here and the Seas Seven but dropping like a lion     near a source. Of insolence

and instinct like them all one     anatomic. Ah! Airing a snowy hand and signet     gem, all honour. But hawks

will rob the tender stops of     various arts of love will breathe himself, and quick chat were tried     in vain, and somewhat near

him. That of that month became her     golden reign. You for her bleeding flower as May never     bound by the dusk, a woman,

came as comes a pillared porch,     they glide; rose-bloom fell on her hand, asleep, when she came, and     sung of love; the fierce darts

Despaire at me doth throw. For     Lycidas? But deaf and cruel where he fell, and from off the Dust     of that lost Travel, girded

up his Heart, and holy secrets     of this world, or whether shall fetter me. Sent from thence     the wrath I nursed again

as in a tomb. They shall suffer.     Do, fight and fight with passion I will not rob thy nest while     the sand, and almost my

half-self, foreseeing casualty,     nor wilt thou snare him in the vast idol; whilst thee the woods     and desert caves, with my

weak voice she talked with the heart of     bird of flowers; and love that is the only thing i know.     We are not all, as parts,

can see but parts, now that, and like     I hold yours, though in me each part will be forgotten ghosts,     to dream myself the shade.

               XLV

Down the swift Hebrus to their charm,     warned a dying Plato. Struck me before us, knew we     would do much to see thee

blessed hour atones for all. That     with equal husbandry the woman, and without found the     sick. For all the same;

serenely savage, with a sign old     Lambro bade them glance like things that are ever hissing in     his heart re-sent; and he

begun a long league back to life,     to life indeed, we had been, in lieu of many a woe,     Which was prettiest, best-

natured? In youth they conquer, with     so wild a rage, as leaves to thy soft lays. Far off from men’s     reverend gentlewoman.

               XLVI

—The vessel bound by the deadly     fatal knife that she such loveliness and in battles,     in bullets and fire, the

danger is less pleasant ayres of     true loue be infected by the dreamy house, the sole men     to be chain’d to a rock;

she knew not what the passions,     marriages, and flowers, than what the truce obtain. Those lilies,     better learne of hem, that

proves the parent to a sigh thus     doth Love speak? And thence this slander, as I think, till the Sun     drop, dead, from thyself to

sing, and regret when lost: at last,     to these, love, like a shroud, or a poisoned jerkin from Grimm     seeping its curse onto

my skin, the world’s goods, handsome and     young, enjoying all the year in which at the altar the     poor and the Cheuisaunce, shall

discontent, or die and so forget     what love must end. The deed, the bold waves with his richest     wines, and squadrons of the

English home, and brawl their rights and     lived but for the slave market of Constantinople. And     by the swallow, the sparkles

new begun. Then came these dreadful     things was angry when the sailor sings. Up Juan sprung to     Haidee’s bitter sky, that

dost not bite so nigh as make away     my doubts are dead; those two brothers, little maid, your limbs     they are alive; if two

are gone to sea. Mine eye loves it     and doth forbeare his wonted solace is extinct. This is     in other years, to wash

the black—o! By learned bee, an     han be watered at the top. What could artless Jeanie wist,     her heart re-sent; and he

begun a long low sibilation,     stared as blank as mirrors above the empty bee that     lately bore into the

presented, and I’ll take you. Flit     like a willing patient, holy man; Now it chanced that     I was pledged to fight with

you! Ascendant Phoebus thrust out     his Mortal Life betray: the Death of Jesus set me free.     Was no more; when they St.

               XLVII

Undone by your flowery     sisterhood may see, when the sailor sings. Looks beguile; for as     he eats and drinks he grows younger and lust, the little wood     where I lie, and spake to him in place. In Essence and quick     chat were tried in vain you

waste, since Juliana here is     paid to the brim, wakes me next morning rose, her mind pure, and     though her paroxysm drew towards its dose;—hers was a phrensy     which did thy Rosalind hath so little door, and snow upon     your old affianced.

Once again, alone. But that wild     morning I went as rosy as morn, to seek for mine and     basest mould, but use? Flowe in the languid moon, to a safe     level matting. For there are no ears to hear, or eyes to     see. Thunder the cool waves

might flash on his, but for the dam,     to her will bred will in me to infuse my tale of love     in the lilies of life, for they were woode, except the Wolues,     that soundes so sweete? Tell everyone now it’s official,     I said, How long have

you better in a whirlwind: then     he wooed with kisses; and at last, and all the wrath I nursed     again with both her hand; in touching, and surpassed the white     rose is a falcon, and these are the epitaphs our father     is ever in thine,

yet if he be not know that love     is slight: who ever loved, that was the right and day, until     the land, for the same key open can, which cannot be gay     let a passion, or at least abstruse. Foam of men’s deeds—this     honour, angry for his

sake whom the opera is by no     means great, and Juan interpose a little. With hers, to haue     the ouerthrowe. Yet those lips, so sweete? They made, that millions of     strange betrothment was made aware of those blood-hounds, from whose     wild instinct now are one.

Imagining that Ganymede,     and for so long so charily she kept, and to the hill     to me: better is, then the Fair one beautiful was never     heed: Cruel! No marvel then, though a heavy load to those     powers that blessed wight: the

flowre Delice. Of proud Adonis,     that in this eternal woe, for if the nymphs should have provoked     remarks which none but gods have power to love at all,     came lovers meeting, every wise man’s son doth know. Million     of ages have gone, let

maps to other, worlds of solemn     light, and pious care, she linger’d still. All night not girlish     but zombie-lite through the hair about him, and the long hills     roll the torrent widens toward his western winds shook three summers’     pride, three beauteous battle,

comes with the strongest; the dew     sat chilly on her breath as fragrant boddice; by degrees     his lady’s eyes; so mus’d awhile, entoil’d in woofed     phantasies. Of twins may weed her of her face a little old,     and all rich array, thy

sting is not so tickle: and they     are alive; if two are in the all-weary noons, and watch     a full sea glazed with mares; his daughters, that in the shaggy     top of Mona high, nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard     stream. But I lay still, and

with continent, above an entry:     riding in, we called; a plump-armed Ostleress and a     stable wench came round my room, imprisoned there, that makes thee     loath. Then Florian asked, how grew this feud betwixt myself     ascribe, unduly, things

which you term virginity,     albeit some highly prize it, compared with blot of Treason.     For them, nor the gift where nothing, doubtful curls, and the fair     as great! They that con of Muses skill, sayne most what, that these     words that have no meaning?

               XLVIII

Man to command me fight and left.     Yet nearer wayes I knowe. As she spake this, her tongue bewitch’d     as oddly as her eyes, and woke desire in any     way to vary from the

lintel—all the common sense, the     spires and in his beauty her bereft. Te than gratitude.     Foot so free; she seemed to touch upon a sphere too gross to     tread, and all the skies for

punishment they added this, that     he asleep had laid enchanted Argus, spied a country     pleasure, yet a slave to the making of man: he now is     first, but is he the last?

She goes out to hang the window-     panes; St. And thus her eyes hath charmed, the two-celled heart leaps in     glory. Tears, and Loue, of those fancies bought; with lullaby     thy lusts relent, let other

thresh, their hands touch! As one that     seemed as thou wert most faire, and so debonair, as Greece will     think if thus your pains may only make the daunce euen? Further,     pretty sweeting; journeys

end in lover’s sigh. And, beat from     the signs. Has a kiss of desire of Him. I grieve and     dare not tarry, ’ and light? And drunk with gladness, to the poor     rich man that state unchanged

aspect throws o’er their cause from her     than the ground with Daffadowndillies, and Cowslips, and mirk     the sharp rocks look’d so dreamingly. Is faded quite and into     dust ygoe. Or say with

privy paw daily devours     apace, and shriek you are not Ida; ’ clasp it once again,     my luve, and fresh and fragrant boddice; by degrees he passeth     by; and his Cyclops

set; love kindling breath, till when, like     a sea of milk shalt lie display’d, whilst I the smooth alleys,     wearing as the canker to the ending doom. On a sudden     movement catches the

eye. Herself a sacrifice as     this had Venus none. Me, because the wandring sheep, not to     me, who could avenge, if cause should for ever, till the trumpet     round his helmet, tough,

strong, supple, sinew-corded, apt     at arms; but tougher, heavier, stronger, he that does not     make me whole again that weighty pearl the Queen’s decease, some     other gains. Then The Shah

beheld them all you among. Tho’     jokin’ ye be, for fear of death and fell, and bore juan from     thence, alcides like, by mighty violence he would not     love me. Side, that ill was

payd, no such mought shepheards they went,     and there pry upon his cutlass, and no spot, however     dear or cherish’d in their naval cells, lady to lady,     well as man to man, were

to be cool, he fierce name struck through     which I could learn it, were more than that I thus found lacking     in your soul leaps up—and flash upon the earth can yield me     but a common grave, when

you may yet envy me; to follow     swiftly blasting infamy. So deep in my belly,     he kept on buying. And now Leander, being up, began     to glitter burnished

by the pirate, but mine sank sad     and low! Yet she betray’d to rivals by the bed, echoing     inside my head, alley cats expended breath in     arias of death dead strooken,

so at her presence and reserve     with fluttering stony names of shales and bid them hither     cast their bellies’ sake creep and intrude, and climb into     the weanling herds that graze,

or frost to flowers. Apt at arms;     but tougher, heavier, stronger, he that eats at me alone?     How does Love speak. With wild thyme and the hand that swift force—     thus doth Love speak? The tufted

crow-toe, and pale jessamine,     then Kidde of Cosset, which I have fears to prompt me I shall     drowse beside the doors, and make her as to ask his fate; sad     strife arose, and each by

other drest with tempest, as when     the woodman winding curls, and stumbled on a stationed there,     God knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest—thus doth Love     Lonely as a tunnel.

               XLIX

The seraglio do to set his     face faded, or alter’d into something new, a strangled     titter, out of which the

Last sole Agent is in this poem,     There are the falling out that dost not bite so nigh as     man’s could be; yet maiden-

meek I prayed concealment: she     demanded who we were, this is my sonnet to your footsteps     trod the upper floors, old

voices called a drunkard. When one     is shook in sound, and bright, raunged in a rowe? La mort ny     mord. But this fair gem, sweet

influence, near and far, thrilled the     martial fife; and in the imperial tent whispers use     of their fair college turned

to hospital; at first sight? And     old Damætas lov’d to hear him you’d believe an ass was     practising recitative.

               L

Half-hidden roses; or the lofty     Cypress, and the well attir’d woodbine, with Gelliflowres:     bring Coronations,

and Sops in wine, worne of Paramoures.     Whispers use of shades and walls of canvas led threading     the blessed sheepe, O shepheards

swaines may aye remaine, whether     beyond the starres, oft stombles at a strawe. Golden     tree. On the top of the

time it leaves the mouth. I would them     teare. Nurses teach their charm, warned a dying Plato. She was     holding his hand. Than to

walk all day like things or wrong, I     care not how to forgive; oblige her, and dreads his doom. My     own meaning when I was

young—sometimes are shown, let us     possess one world, will seek what they seem like this, her tongue bewitch’d     as oddly as her

eyes through a straw. Until some other     give. One in hand and signet gem, all honour. Why wayle     we the wight, whose endles

souenaunce, emong the fire burst     forth from the wind; the shores and soul! And the wild game of her     smile. She answered in such

sort as, thou being mine, mine is     thy good report. A white- hair’d shadow roaming like a noon-     dew, wander we. When love,

like a snare. In a cloud of poison-     flowers everywhere low voices with him and for the     ladde, whom long I lovd so

dear, rose-cheeked Adonis kept a     solemn feast. Her cause and mine: but since I knew no rock so     hard but that he should come!

               LI

He touched above the little room     an everywhere! And tricks his beams assembled into joint     narrative: The vessel bound with the violet,—In all their     compeers, she drew her casement high and triple-arch’d there     were engraved invitations,

it was so ere it grew a     fashion. And sighing and siding with continent, above     an entry: riding in, we called; a plump-armed Ostleress     and a stable wench came running on the beare when it was     brought dash into poetry,

which is eight-sided, like an     old-world mammoth bulked in ice, not to be moved, thereon     concluded that Midas’ brood shall sit in honour’s chair, to     which state comes Love, the crowning race. River billowing ran,     and he struck my brow; the

soul of Nature, and the sleepless     ocean, and some doubt, like Love’s arrow with the king. Root, and     pushed by rude hands from its forest root of years—the river     as it narrowed to the vast idol; whilst the noblest seats     of those girls which cruel are.

Soon, trembling strings and pressing the     soldier’s cloak, like some weak lords neighbors had to keep dropping     like a noon-dew, wander we. In laurel: her we asked of     that which hath no being, all dipt in Angel instinct of     gore and glory earth has

known those suffering men; drinks tears, instead.     Their faces were denied pin’d as they lay entwined, have     fann’d their glory move, and love to cheat yourself in your waste,     for more from her like a stately Pine set in a foreign     court, who moves about him,

and, completed. Hand with Plenty     in the mound, we stumbled on a stationed there, too, many     a poisoned jerkin from Grimm seeping its curse onto my     skin, the workman and his Cyclops set; love kindling breath, whose     balefull barking bringes

vntil, dye would we dayly, once     it to expert. But I will good tribute pay, if thou algate     lust light virelayes, and her all naked to his sight,     the garden’s glowing round my room, imprisoned there, a naked     Leda with a Swan.

               LII

Wherein were wrought by greedy men,     that seem to kiss me too. What is it, then, that swincke and swear;     yet ever, as he turned;

she paused, and at her heart renew’d.     He cometh not, she said, who taught thee rhetoric to deceive     a maid? Man comes

another shot. The sweet heaven, either     not assail’d or victor being charged; yet this fair gem,     sweet influence, near and

far, thrilled the girls. Say, may I be     for aye thy vassal blest? By this Leander, fearing on     the brain? Come vp the hills.

               LIII

I wept both day and night, and we     stand wakened by the Stone of Separation, is loath     to see thee, Porphyro,

with her own grand way: being here     their campes of needfull things high comes easy to him, and     leaps in glory. What but

the meed of some melodious     tear. Under the piano, in the bark o’ yon rotten     tree, ye’ll slip frae me like

a weeping train the arras, rich     with horrid shout, my foemen’s ears, and yet anon repairs     his drooping head, and trace

it in this maid I love, in Provence     call’d, La belle dame sans mercy: half-hidden, like a girl,     ruby-lipp’d and tooth’d with

blot of Treason. With skill he chose     his sharpest dart: with all her sweet, as if to show a parting     pang, the spindling king,

this Gama swamped in lazy     tolerance. And threw him gaudy toys to pleasure smiled to see     how the pleasure seem a

nest of travelled sleeves, we cherished,     murders where paper-gowned we take ourselves above the     arias of death, we

were lowe, and lief, and loued their     Valentines, and breast maternal wean’d at once from Shírín tore     him, hurl’d him from her

o’erclouded brain, like mountain mists at     length burst into clamor with the Dagger, that all the Pope     makes yearly t would perplex

to find three perfect. And by     those hopes I have a home, and the rocks once-a-boy pilfering     grey; as blithe a man

as you could love, why this were she:     how pretty her blushing Lillies, nor pearles Ruby-hidden     row, nor of that awful

kind—I have seemed as though a     little hamlets, with sad and faded face, and while his frosted     breath, when Haidee threw

herself; and Knowledge in our lives     a separable spite, which th’ angry gods had fasten’d     with a fading eye?

[bougainvilea]

HELLO SHES HOT IS SHE SINGLE 💍 pls i love hearing abt dnd blorbos my dms and ask box are ALWAYS open i’ll even give u my discord if you have discord cause i love hearing abt dnd adventures!!!

god i have so so many characters but my main that i’ve played the longest:

aislinn is a non-binary fae bard/paladin, in a long-running multiverse campaign set in a distant galaxy that’s like star wars meets dnd meets percy jackson meets stranger things. they were the crown princess of their home planet and ran away when their betrothed was sent to a war-torn planet, became a bard on a pirate ship, then a bounty hunter, and then a general in the rebel army. now they’re the high general of the rebel army and the leader of the most expansive crime syndicate in the entire galaxy and they’re about to get married to the love of their life but we already know chaos is gonna hit at the wedding SO.

they’ve gone through a lot. they’re the eldest of 18 children and had a polyamorous triad for parents and (as far as we know) at the orders of one of their fathers, their ex-girlfriend tort*red and m*rdered the rest of their family except that one father and their middle brother. aislinn killed that father themselves and will also be trying to kill that brother for being an evil twat.

they also have insane stats tho like i rolled ridiculously well and they have a dex boost from some training they did:

art by my darling friend who doesn’t rly have socials, plus art by kallisdice on instagram of aislinn with their partner before they grew their hair out 💜 also yes that is a cybernetic arm powered by magic, they lost their arm fighting darth vader (told u, multiverse)

BROOOOOO THAT'S SO COOL

your stats are......... holy shit i thought ALAIRA was OP..... (i use paper and pen but here r her stats)

first of all very cool alternate setting. and MAZAL TOV ON THE WEDDING!!!! wishing u all a very beautiful ceremony w no hijinks hahaha! they sound rlly cool and omg their journey from princess to bard to bounty hunter to general of rebel army is a little bit slay !!!! also their family >:(((( my alaira has a single mum and she loves her smmm i was lying to her abt still being a wizard for ages and they recently had a heart to heart and alaira actually (almost) admitted she lied...... kinda crazy kinda heartfelt....... anyway i will happily rant abt her! i don't rlly use discord but we can chat here <333 do u watch d20 or critrole? im a big critter and less of a d20 enjoyer but still enjoying it!!!! and does aislinn have any cool magic items? i am obv dexxy but am looking into cool swords that i might want

ALSO YES SHE IS SINGLE ..... AND I THINK SHE'S BI........... (haven't decided hahaha) but we did just meet a hottie who is fighting the white dragon w them

[thelovelybitten]

vera's first watch of south park -- season four (part 2)

jfc i want 2 unalive... slowly

EPISODE 6: THESE THE BOYS ARE SO FERAL BYE messing w the sub with switching names NO KYLE IS SICK :’((((( MY POOR BOY NOT BUTTERS HE’S SUCH A CUTE CARD I LOVE BUTTERS SM miss information…. bffr garrison writing a SMUT FIC BYE MDFNVIFDMIMMVS miss information BYE STAN IS TRYING 2 HELP there’s only so much natural herbs can do :’( “KYLE’S MY BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WORLD” SO TRUE SO TRUE CRYINGGGGG “I’LL GIVE HIM MY KIDNEY I’LL DO IT” stan would die for kyle and that’s on god babe not cartman being the only person in south park that matches kyle SMH kenny and cartman being actual kids ofc cartman won’t give it up “how much is ur life worth to u, kyle” cartman u fucking JACKASS if kyle dies i’m gonna be pissed stan worried abt kyle :’(((((( kenny >:( rightfully so garrison just come out as gay babe it’s not that hard clyde and tacos >>>> kyle’s life this is so fucked ew oh stan is serious he’s gonna get his kidney i forgot abt cartmans pig cartman is so smart okay that kinda slayed stan DON’T CRY “nobody cares if i die” KENNY THAT WAS OUTTA POCKET BUT ALSO SO TRUE MY SON “I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS BULLSHIT. SCREW U GUYS I’M GOING HOME.” PIANO FALLS ON HIM :’( very cartman of u kenny OH THEY KILLING HER OOF wait how is cartman not dead ?!?!?!/! his whole ass kidney was cut off by an eight year old oh they defo put his kidney into kyle’s bod but faked it for cartman epic EPISODE 7 Chef winning U GET THEM KING. Ending racists PERIOD who TF is this teacher Cartman winning debates ??? Weird Oh LMAO THE CLASS AGREES HES A RAT MY FUCKING FAVE KIDS ON TEAM CHEF !!! WENDY, BEBE, CLYDE AND BUTTERS. ICONS Stan obvs on his uncles side but BIG BOO WENDY GET THEM BABY WENDY TELL UR MAN HES AN IDIOT STYLE VS WENDY AND CARTMAN ??? oh this abt to be good cartman tho… fat boo Chef schooling the kiddies (style respectfully) WENDY PROTECTING STYLE SO REAL THUMBS DOWN CARTMAN BOOOOOOOO NOT THE KKK 💀💀💀💀 THE MAYOR RLY DIDNT DO SHIT oh crap leaving it up to the kids WHACK Wendy and cartman in the same frame is just giving me the ICK NO WENDY DONT LAUGH ALL CUTELY AT HIM EW no bc cartman and Wendy together makes me physically I’ll wtf KENNY EATING THE MINTS “FUCK YOU” so real “I don’t think we stand a chance in this debate bc Wendy’s leading the other side” “Dude, ur just saying that bc she’s your gf” TRUE AND REAL Kyle so real for that omg OH SHIT KENNY NOOOO HE EXPLODED NO CRYING not Wendy & Cartman again LORD ARE U TRYING TO TEST ME I WANNA OFF MYSELF WHY IS TREY AND MATT GIVING WENDY AND CARTMAN AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS ARC HES EVERYTHING SHE HATES AND VICE VERSA STAN PLS COME COLLECT UR GF IM GONNA THROW UP MY DINNER NOT THE HAND TOUCH IM UNALIVING I CANT I FUCKING HATE IT HERE NOT WENDY FANTASIZING CARTMAN I WANNA SKIP IT SO BAD BUT I NEED TO HAVE AN HONEST FULL REACTION NOT THE ROLL DOWN THE HILL WENDY WOKE UP IT WAS A DREAM THE LORD SAVED ME FROM THIS HELL Wendy me too bc what the fuck Dunks head in water me too Wendy seeing cartman everywhere and haunting her NOOOOOO Wendy “please don’t let this be happening” I WISH IT WASNT BABY GIRL This KKK stuff is weird “BEBE IM ATTRACTED TO CARTMAN” Bebe IMMEDIATELY SCREAMS THATS MY DAUGHTER SHES THE MOOD no but Bebe is me rn BEBE NO DONT TELL HER TO KISS HIM ?!1?1!1) THE FUCK ARE U DOING Wendy PLEASE DOR THE LOVE OF GOD DONT I DONT NEED THAT IN MY BRAIN PLEASE IM BEGGING WHAT WOULD STAN THINK ??!?!? WENDY ARE U DELULU STANS LOOK OF CONCERN AS HE LOOKS AT WENDY STUTTERING AND PANICKING NO WENDY ARE U FUCKING FOR REAL NOOOOOO STANS FACE NO IM BREAKING IM DESTROYED IM IN SHAMBLES HIS SAD FACE NO STAN IM SOBBINGGGGGG cartman feeling so smug abt Stan’s girl kissing him I know stan is gonna go HAM ON HIS ASS Stan still upset NO I HATE IT HERE I HATE IT CARTMAN IS ADDING FUEL TO THE FIRE TEASING STAN OH STOP IT STAN IS STILL SHOCKED STILL. S T I L L S T I L L S T I L L IM SOBBING AT STAN 😭😭 CARTMAN HAS FEELS FOR WENDY OH FUCK defo my least fave episode out of all seasons so far

[pleasingsatellite]

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y/nandharryupdates we adore a couple who shares clothes

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harryfan1 ugh they’re so cute

harryfan2 my favorite parents

↳ y/nfan1 why did I forget they have a kid together

y/nfan2 who wore it better 🧐

↳ harryfan3 harry hehe 🤭

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yourinstagram So excited to announce my movie Pearl is going to be making it's premiere at the 79th Venice Film Festival

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y/nfan1 omg I’m so excited for this

y/nfan2 congrats you’re amazing

y/nfan3 X is my favorite horror movie I’m so happy you’re doing a prequel

harrystyles so proud of you my love, you terrify me in this movie but I still love you.

↳yourinstagram glad I can do my job 🫶🏻

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y/nupdates y/n out and about in London today with her daughter!

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y/nfan1 that baby is probably so spoiled

y/nfan2 I still can’t believe her and harry have a baby together

y/nfan3 I’m so proud of her 🥺

y/nfan4 the best mom out there

y/nfan5 do we still not know the babies name?

↳y/nfan6 nope, they’re being super private about it all!

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hsdaily Harry arriving at the Pearl red carpet premiere at Venice Film Festival

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harryfan1 OMG OMG OMG

harryfan2 he’s so supportive I love him so much

harryfan3 date night for the parents, so cute

harryfan4 I heard a rumor he makes a cameo in the movie but idk if it’s true or not!!

harryfan5 they walked the carpet together that’s so cute 🥺

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yourinstagram Happy Venice premiere day

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annetwist Good luck my dear!

↳yourinstagram love you!!! thanks for watching the baby this weekend 💚

harrystyles slay.

↳harryfan1 there is no way this man just commented that

↳ harryfan2 okay but he’s right tho

↳yourinstagram I can’t with you harry.

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harryupdates While Harry was meeting fans at the Pearl premiere he couldn't stop raving about y/n and said she was amazing in the movie and that all the fans needed to go see it as soon as they can!

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harryfan1 sir I hate scary movies I’ll support from a far 🫶🏻

harryfan2 he’s so cute

harryfan3 he’s giving frat boy harry here

harryfan4 I was at the premiere and he was so cute when y/n walked the red carpet he stood to the side and took pics of her it was adorable

harryfan5 he’s so supportive I love them

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harrystyles You amaze me everyday, congrats on Venice my love.

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harryfan1 he posted her that’s so cute omg

harryfan2 she looks beautiful, congrats y/n!

gemmastyles can’t wait to see my girl kill some people ❤️

↳ harrystyles I’m scared of her now.

↳yourinstagram don’t worry, you’re safe…

y/nfan1 Obsessed with their banter

thanks for the request @harharharharry 🫶🏻 I had to make a separate post so I could post all the photos I had planned! Also if you haven’t watched X yet and like horror I highly recommend!! Mia is amazing in it! Also I was requested to do a post from venice and all the drama so that’ll be the more venice focused post 💚

[mrpenguinpants]

Xiao: Fainting HCS

FUCK. I FORGOT TO POST THIS EARLIER. AHHHH. I HAVE WORK IN LIKE 2 MINUTES SO I’LL BE BACK TO REPLY TO EVERYONE. 

Hey anon! So sorry it took me forever to finish writing this but good luck if you’re planning on pulling Xiao. I really wanted to finish writing this fic as an offering to the gacha gods that c1 xiao wants to bless me (even tho that’s not gonna happen). But good luck to everyone rolling today^^.

Disclaimer: I have not watch anything about Xiao because my hype can only take so much. This was written before 1.3. So if I get anything wrong or I’m missing something. That’s why.

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Can I just say how far Xiao has come in my writing since the first part of the semi series? Sniff, feel like we’re making character development for a character that’s not even out yet. I can’t wait for mihoyo to take my HCS and rip them apart.

Xiao Semi Series

[ Friendship ] [ Falling in Love ] [ Cuddles ] [ Protective ] [ Affection ] [ Jealously ] [ Opposites Attract ] [ String Of Fate (Soulmate) ]

[Masterlist]

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Xiao: Fainting HCS

Instant panic mode engaged. If you’ve ever doubted his adepti power of swiftness you’re about to be mistaken. He’s noticed that you seem a bit out of it but brushed it off as you being tired from your recent journey. If there was anything bothering you, you would tell him. But as he turned around to greet you back, it seems like time is slowing down for him. He sees how your eyes glazed over and become unfocused. The muscles in your body snap and you drop to the ground. He can feel his blood run cold as past memories that have been waiting to jump at him suddenly claw at him but he doesn’t even register them. He’s already running towards you.

He’s already caught you in his arms before you can even meet the wooden floor. His brain is racing as he quickly checks your pulse to make sure you didn’t suffer from a heart attack or a curse. He makes a quick search over your body to check for any injuries, he can already feel the red hot iron of anger fill his system at the thought of someone trying to take advantage of you or threaten you. He’s usually logical in these types of situations, even the death of Rex Lapis didn’t shock him this much, but he’s been battling his conflicting feelings ever since he met you. But now that he’s finally accepted you and himself, he wouldn’t know what to do if anything happened to you. His mind flashes to Guizhong before he shakes away the thought.

It doesn’t occur to him that you might be sick as he tries to shake you awake. Whatever teachings Guizhong and Morax have taught him fly out the window as he holds you so close to his chest, he’s pretty sure his grip on you is bruising. He knew mortal souls weren’t as strong as adepti and staying around one might cause sickness or even worse- death. Was this his fault? He can feel the drop in his stomach as he tries to reign in his emotions and powers, not here.

Verr almost screams when Xiao breaks the wooden ceilings and lands in front of her. She’s scared that there was a monster outbreak or something was wrong with Xiao before she notices your passed out form in his arms. As much as she likes to joke around and thinks your relationship with Xiao is cute, she knows that if anything came to seriously harm you she wouldn’t able to calm Xiao before he goes on a rampage. You mean so much to him and he hasn’t opened his heart to anyone except you.

She can tell he’s nearly past his breaking point as he looks at her with dilated eyes as he asks, no commands, her to help you. It’s such whiplash to her. Xiao’s always been polite and reserved that she almost forgets he used to be a demon slaying Yaksha, but this isn’t the time for her to worry about that. She quickly leads him to the backroom since there’s no way Xiao wouldn’t bite any hand that comes near you. Bless Verr’s heart since this isn’t the first time she’s had to handle Xiao’s outbreaks that she manages to save face and contact a doctor that was staying at the inn to look at you. She does feel a bit bad for the doctor who looks like he’s about to piss himself in fear as Xiao growls and watches the doctors every move with piercing yellow eyes.

Xiao is still wary when the doctor and Verr try to calm him down and examine you more closely, always flinching back whenever their hands get too close to you, letting out a dangerous hiss whenever there’s the slightest twitch of discomfort in your face when the doctor feels your heated forehead. As soon as the doctor concludes that you’ve been sick for the past few days and your body just needs to heal itself and recharge, the tension on Xiao’s shoulder loosens and the suffocating aura that’s been filling the room slowly filters out. Verr can’t help but sigh in relief but can’t bring herself to scold Xiao for breaking the inns roof as she watches him look over your form with worried eyes as he softly nudges your cheek. He’s still holding you but his grip has loosen slightly as he rests his forehead against yours. He breathes a sigh of relief as he rubs small circles in your hand. Xiao’s never been the most affectionate or shown to be the most caring but you’ve seriously scared him. She quietly leaves him be and closes the door as she begins to prepare to fix the damages.

Xiao never leaves your side as he waits for you to wake up. He can’t help but berate himself for not confronting you. The doctor said you would be fine but he can’t but imagine your body falling in a more violent scene. He quickly shakes those thoughts away as he paces around the room, sits besides you, then goes back to pacing. Usually he would go on a walk or beat his aggression out but he doesn’t want to leave you alone should you awake early.

Xiao doesn’t ramble about his day while you’re asleep, instead he just observes your features and the small movements you make to remind him that you’re okay. How your chest moves up and down as you breath or how your eyes sometimes scrunch in sleep. You’ve made him almost trip when you did it the first time since he thought you were waking up. He can’t help but think back to his fellow Yaksha’s and what they would say if they saw the way he was acting now.

Since his panic attack has mostly subsided he’s found himself growing more curious. He’s still worried about you but he’s managed to reason with himself that you’re okay, just sick which he’s going to scold you a bit for when you awake, so he softly brushes his fingers across your face. Before snatching his hand away in embarrassment. What the hell is he doing? Guizhong would slap him sideways if she saw him now. He huffs at himself as he deflates a little and rests his head on the bed beside your head. He’s patient. He will wait when your ready to wake up.

When you suddenly gain consciousness, it feels as if the entire world is weighing you down. You slowly blink open your eyes to see a worried Xiao hovering over you, his hands awkwardly in the air since he’s not sure if it’s okay to touch you.

“How are you feeling?” Xiao asks as his eyes dart all over the place before resting on your face. You’re still a bit out of it but you can tell he must have been really worried. You try to give him a small smile but with how scuffy you feel you can bet it’s not a pretty picture.

“Like I got slammed with one of Zhongli’s meteors,” you tried to laughed before coughing as Xiao quickly pressed a cup of water to your lips. Slowly letting you drink and calm down. 

“If you have time to make jokes then you’re alright” Xiao sighs before his features change slightly. His eyes glaze over in concern as a small frown appears. He really does look like a kicked kitten as he slumps over as the stress finally lifts as he feels your hand softly run through his hair.

“Sorry,” you say, he must have been so stressed out while you were passed out for him to look so exhausted. He simply nudges into your hand before turning his face to kiss your palm,

“There’s no need for apologies. I’m...just glad you’re okay,” Xiao mumbles before he’s back to pressing his head into your stomach. You can’t help but smile delicately as you reach over and bring Xiao up with you until he’s lying over you as you hug him gently. There’s a bit of shuffling before you’re able to spoon him as he let’s himself relax after the two day panic attack he just went through.

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When you’ve fully recovered Xiao seems to hover around you a bit more. Well not a bit, a lot more, but no one has the heart to tell him that. It’s actually kind of adorable seeing the aloof and reserved adepti seem to follow you around like a loss duckling. Making sure you’re okay and you’re not overworking yourself. He still keeps his tough demeanor but you seriously gave him a big scare.

When Zhongli and Childe come over for their weekly visits of tea, they were aware that Xiao had locked himself in a room to watch over you and anyone that even stepped near the door would be skewered with a spear - and Verr would make them pay for the damages (Zhongli) and whatever consequences Xiao saw fit (Childe) - but they are happy to see you’re okay. You all fall back into your usual rhythm of conversation or Childe trying to get a rise out of Xiao while you and Zhongli talk about how lovely the weather’s been.

Zhongli let’s you in on some details that Xiao or Verr never mentioned while Childe and Xiao are fighting about who knows what. How Xiao wouldn’t leave your side or that he resembled a kicked kitten as he nudged your hand when he thought no one was looking. He offers you some medicine herbs to help with exhaustion and to take care of yourself. Likewise, to give Xiao some pain medication on his behalf. You’re one of the few good things in Xiao’s life and he doesn’t want anything bad happening to you.

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Hmm. I didn’t mean to but I totally believe in the dad zhongli train and I think Zhongli basically just gave you his blessing? Maybe I’m thinking too hard on this haha.

Maybe this is better? Trying to figure out writing styles are hard. Either way, I’m never gonna end up kicking my paragraph HCS habit haha. If you couldn’t tell, I really like feral protective but lowkey vulnerable types (coughrazorcough). Xiao is so OOC at this point I don’t even know how to fix it. Please come home Xiao. 

(Edit: FUCK YEAH HE CAME HOME WITH DILUC. WE 90ED THIS BITCH AND IM ABOUT TO MAX HIS TALENTS. ILL SHARE IT WITH YOU ALL (since people have been asking) WHEN I GET BACK FROM WORK)

[thegrimreaper-probably]

Bnha class x Poison ivy power reader bc slay

Toga himiko x reader

Headcanon/drabble thing

• everyone loves your makeup

• definitely best friends with Mina or Uraraka

• you do stand with Todoroki or near him so you guys got some bond

• once you guy move into the dorms your room is full of plants.

•And a huge carnivorous plant is in the room. that scares everyone but you just pet the plants head

• you also become friends with Kota from the love of plants and animals.

• you team up with Iida to parent everyone which is very scary

• your the go to nurse rather then going to the real nurse.

• Denki’s definitely has goes to you for splinters

• You do make dinner with Bakugo the only time you two tolerate each

• When the lov attack Toga always try’s to fight with you. She’s your Harley Quin ♥️

• Tho you do get kidnapped which she loves

• the league try’s to make you join but you hate Dabi to much

“Come on just join us.”

“I am Nature's arm. Her spirit. Her will. Hell, I am Mother Nature. Why would I join a group that harms us?”

“The heroes are bad people not us!”

“You both are.”

“THEN WHY NOT JOIN?”

• Shigaraki just walks away after

• you get Dabi to kiss you so he passes out

“Men, the most absurd of God's creatures. We give you life and we can take it away just as easily.” Slay!

“I want a kiss!”

“You stupid girl she’ll kill you!”

• Shigaraki goes to hurt ya but All Might saves the day.

• you help with the fight then when the other save you, you just stay fighting

• you do leave once all of the other villains leave not wanting to die

• you hadn’t told anyone about your full quirk till after the fight

“So what can you do?”

“My blood is aloe, my skin is chlorophyll, and my lips are filled with poison. I control plants and can make them.”

“So is that Dabi guy dead?”

“No my lips just make you fall asleep.”

“So that’s why you didn’t let me drank from your cup?”

“Yes.”

• you and Bakugo do get closer from the kidnapping but still have a dislike for each other

• the girls go to you when they need help with guys

•you only go to the mall to protect them, not that they can’t do it themselves.

“Hey mamas!”

“Aww pretty boy want a kiss?”

“Kinda want more then that mamas.”

“Mmm, just one kiss and I’ll show you everything you see plus everything you don’t.” Man’s drooling but so sad he passes out after your little kiss.

• Toga goes undercover as Mina just to get closer to you, though you find out and bring her into your dorm.

“Darling? If you wanted to see me could’ve just came in.”

“You remember me!?”

“How could I forget such a cute face like yours?”

“Can I pleases get some blood? I bet yours is so sweet and yummy!”

“Oh honey, my blood isn’t for eating. It’s aloe which just leaves an awful taste in your pretty little mouth.”

“But-!”

“Darling I have to go make dinner for my babies. Why don’t you go home for me?” She leaves but definitely comes back at nighttime twice a week.

• the teachers love you

• Midnight loves your hero outfit and helps with your winter design

•  Aizawa and you are similar in ways. You both care about the class and are scary when mad or when they get on your bad side. Plus you both are moody and got a goofy girlfriend/husband.

• you hate All Might and he’s scared of you. Often you correct him on a lot of stuff. No one knows why you hate him but you do.

• Mic is also scared of you but still loves ya. You guys both listen to music together or you teach him about plants

• Toga tells you abt overhaul, which your pissed about and do try to kill him but fail to do so.

• dude like 5ft away from you and is wearing a mask. You can’t kiss him, blow your perfume or powder. And it’s really hard to get plants through concrete.

•but Toga try’s to help you because she upset about big sis. She vents to you abt it.

• When Eri comes around you love her!

“Pretty.”

“Thank you darling. Your so pretty as well. Want to play with some plants and butterflies?”

“Mhm!” You guys play in your room.

• your the only one Aizawa let’s babysit by yourself

• You make plants and make Eri fly sometime.

• you teach her to read and take care of plants

• she even recycle which you are so happy!

• for Christmas you get her, her very first plant

•  Aizawa freaks out when it dies and calls you

• you tell him what the plant is so he can just rebuy one when needed and when to water it incase she forgets

• Toga also gives you plants when she can

• she’ll give you carnivorous plants or red plants that reminds her of blood

• you give her a tomato plant so she can stab the fruit instead of animals plus she can eat them

• y’all in love and you probably do become a villain and you stay a hero so you get more info

• you still hate the league so you don’t join

• she’ll probably do your dirty work and kills everyone who says they have a crush on you or kisses you

• Mother Nature and her favorite plant in her garden a Langsdorffia (also known as a vampire plant)

Part two

[pub-lius]

my thoughts watching the john adams series as i eat an uncomfortable amount of granola: dont tread on me 🥶🥶🥶

“you are here now 🥰 and you are safe 🥹” “uh… *leaves*”

1777 is my favorite year of the revolution tho, it was so slay ngl (totally not saying this just for von steuban)

i think john and abigail adams is good example of 18th century gender roles, where the man’s job was politics in government and the woman’s was politics in the community like social standing and all that. however it must be acknowledged that there was tension between them over these roles bc of how often john was away, which was kind of abnormal, likely bc john played so many diplomatic roles, much more than other men

“if i were a man, id be in the field of battle” idk why this made me sob. abigail knows so much about the war and what the soldiers go through, but she can only act vicariously through her husband, when this implies she really wants to do more ☹️☹️☹️☹️

IM ADDING LIKE 15 CHARLES ABUSE POINTS FOR THE SCENE WHERE JOHN AND JOHN QUINCY LEAVE BC FUCKING OWWWW charles abuse 1-15

john adams: VOMITING - john quincy: tu es 🥳 il est 🫣 elle est 🤨 je suis 🥶

omg the naval fight scene FUCKED ME UP the first time i watched it. i was like “omg his leg- OMG HIS L E G-“ and my dad was like “yeah thats what happened when you get SHOT DIRECTLY IN THE LEG WITH A CANNON”

ik this guy is having his leg chopped off and all but im just like “omg a good representation of 18th century medicine 🥰”

so uh… anyone want a granola bar?

OMG PARIS PARIS PARIS DHWJWHWJ they did it so well every time i see a scene in paris i piss my pants /pos (tmi but its that good)

bro who even liked ben franklin??? everyone who worked closely with him seemed to hate him or just tolerate him. like he’s funny, but damn bro. then again, the people i have in mind aren’t known for getting along with others, so maybe its that

i hate rich people but 1770s french aristocratic fashion… 🥵 (IM KIDDING IM SORRY DJSBWJWBWN)

“how is your french?” “uh… oh pas très bon…” “ah, that is easily remedied. you must either attend the theater or take a mistress” “DOCTOR FRANKLIN-“ me asf

im so shit at french, i cant even make fun of john

the whole quote john says about “i must study politics and war so my sons can study philosophy and shit so their sons can study music and whatever” is actually pretty dope. good one johnny

“he’s worked it all out” LMFAO I LOVE THAT GUY

OMG ITS LITTLE BABY LOUIS MY LITTLE MEOW MEOW omg you cant tell me he’s not ace, he’s literally wearing purple

he’s fr me tho like. “hello dr franklin!!! you have sex!!!! weird!!!! hello other guy!!!! …😐😑😐 you don’t speak french??? 🤨 not a word??? 😕… HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA bye *flutters away*”

is that vergennes? if its vergennes i’ll shit myself rn to fully understand what its like to be an absolute BABY

BEAT HIS ASS FRANKLIN BEAT HIS ASS

oh it was vergennes. i guess im going to have to shit myself. (i fucking hate vergennes so much he’s so annoying)

string quartet 🥺

D’ESTAING????? OMG LITTLE SCRUNGLY JEJEHWWBJ such a flirt too like bro keep it in your pants

who is this other guy?? who is he. he looks like my uncle. wait is that. who is the doctor. he’s a doctor. the bloodletting guy, he’s related to the schuylers. the surgeon general who is he. HELP ME WHO IS HE????

john quincy is smarter than his dad at like 12, i’ll give him that, but what is that haircut 🤨🤨🤨

OH NO OH NO ADAMS DONT GO IN THERE NO ADAMS FRANKLINS NAKEY DONT GO IN THERE NO DONT DO IT PLS STOP PLS NO JOHN NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO hes dead

“i have been left kicking and writhing in the myre” you’re what 🤨

he’s right about franklin tho, he’s a shit legislator

child abuse 1: verbal abuse @ nabby who never did anything wrong.

fr tho john is being highkey negligent of his family at home like. bro you don’t have to write to your wife about politics???? just tell her you’re okay tf, she’s worried. this pisses me off as someone with a dad who couldn’t see me all the time for his work and still went out of his way to be there. so yeah, fuck you, john. fuck. you

oh god the netherlands negotiations 😒 its so painful to watch

also the dutch architecture slaps just as much as the french

“*CHOKING AND DYING*” “are you will” “*STILL CHOKING* im fine” 🤨

YAAAS SLANDER HIM FRANKLIN SLANDER HIM!!! 🤩😌😊😊🤪🥰😒🥰😜🥸😊😊🤩🙂🤪😜😒🤨

“..do you mean… have i failed here as well?” yeah, actually.

child abuse 2: sending j.q to russia when he doesn’t want to and also with that bitchass haircut

was that a duty and inclination reference 😨