#//Were it not for the fact that he dislikes his mer form so much AND the idea of wasting a transformation potion

[orphiicheartd]

Thinking again abt my Azul hcs, specifically that mine is trans, and I utterly LAUGH at the idea of this mf crashing out over periods his entire first year on land, and even in present day ndncn

[samanthachanplace2]

Japanese eel mermaid 1

Part 1

Flyod

. You were much shorter than the tweels but not as short as a dwarf eel still flyod teases you

. You were much faster than the tweels

. Flyod always found you petite and cute

. You were always pretty timid and you were jumpy flyod loves to scare you

. Whenever you see someone eating eel you feel sick to your stomach flyod often teases you about that

. Flyods curious about you since your an endangered eel species

. Flyod : unagi chan your pretty timid for an eel mer

. Flyod: unagi chan your pretty cowardly for a eel

. Flyod : you look like a mermaid princess in your eel form so pretty

. Flyod thinks you like a mermaid princess in your eel form

. Sometimes you let flyod touch your merform he understands to be with it

. You two will often give each other loving squeezings with your tails

Jade

. Interested in you especially since your a type of endangered eel

. He thinks your reason for being timid is pretty reasonable Japanese eels and eel mers are endangered due to hunting from humans

. Though he will purposely suprise and scare you to get a reaction and he usually does

. He thinks you look like a princess in your eel form so he shares an option with his brother

. Often studies and examines your merform

. Honestly at first you thought he disliked your mer form

. He loves your merform

. Sometimes calling you his eel princess

. He’s very gentle when touching your merform

. He will also smite anyone who makes a mean comment towards you or teases you

. Besides isn’t he the only one who can mess with you

. Jade : aw Mc would you be willing to go on a mountain hiking date with me and we can swim at the water area at the top

Azul

. Is basically your savior and you two are very close

. He finds you interesting since your disposition is completely different from other eel mers he knows

. He likes your disposition a lot

. Something that makes him happy is that Japanese eels don’t really eat octopi

. He finds out soon that your a freshwater eel so he could take you to the coral sea and show you things he gave you a potion that would make it so you would be safe in ocean waters

. If anyone does anything to harm , mess or is mean to you they will regret it

. You often let Azul touch your merform

. Azul : Mc my precious eel please come here I have a gift for you

. Azul : don’t worry I’m here for you

. Azul : apologize to Mc right now dear patron

Vil

. He finds you really pretty

. He’s hasn’t really ever seen a mermaid but you you were just gorgeous pics couldn’t truly capture how pretty you are

. He respects the fact you really don’t want to be a model and that your timid and he truly understands your boundaries

. Vil : your my mermaid queen Mc

Malleus

. He’s never seen a mermaid before and you are enchanting to him

. Your his ocean princess

. Anyone is mean to you they will pay

. Malleus: ahh Mc would you go on a night walk with me

. Malleus: your merform is incredibly enchanting

[pagingevilspawn]

Would you please write a fic about alex and jo help their daughter with her homework, they would be kinds cute help them study

cross my heart, hope to die, please stick this pencil in my eye

there’s a reason this took me forever. reason number one, two, and three; proofs. i was unable to write this because of proofs. i got this ask and LIKE A CHILD decided that i wanted to make my fictional characters suffer as much as i did. so once i was done with proofs, i had to write something about proofs, which made me exhausted because i hate even talking about proofs

that made no sense, but here’s this thing that i made. lots of it was my real life monologue, screaming at my computer bc of fucking proofs. enjoy. (also, let’s appreciate the fact that i updated three whole days in a row)

(also, another installment of the “payton loves evan peters too much” series, where i name jolex babies after his AHS characters)

Alex Karev sat in the drivers side of his SUV, making a right onto the upcoming street as he listened to the song playing on the radio. He drummed his fingers along the steering wheel absentmindedly, pulling up to the curbside of James Madison Middle School, waiting patiently in his seat until he heard the five minute warning bell ring.

When the loud bell goes off, he exits the car and makes his way to the other side, learning against the door so his kids would know it was him. Too many parent’s owned black range rovers, and the last thing Alex needed was for either one of his kids to climb into the back seat of some stranger's car. 

He didn’t need to wait long for children to start piling out of the school in large crowds. Middle school was so different from elementary, for his kids at least. He remembers when they would come sprinting out of the building as if their lives depended on it, but now they just casually strolled, no matter how much they liked or disliked school. 

A few minutes later he catches sight of his daughter, who’s eyes light up when she sees him. He wasn’t supposed to pick them up today, the nanny was. But he had gotten off of work early and had insisted with Jo that he be the one to pick up the kids. It was a task he wished he got to do more often. 

“Hey.” his daughter greets him with a smile on her face. He steps aside and lets her enter the side door, where she flops her black backpack on the floor and settles into the seat, pulling out her phone and begins to start scrolling through it. 

“Dad!” he hears another voice exclaim, quickly tracing it to his son, who was currently running to the car, backpack bouncing up and down behind him. The sixth grader moved across the property quickly, greeting his dad with a fist bump before sliding into the back seat.

He closes both of his kids doors before making his way into the driver's side, revving up the car’s engine before he drives down the long block, whatever music his daughter decided on playing through the radio. 

Alex winces when the music begins to blare through the car, “Brynn, turn that crap down would you?”

Brynn’s face looks scandalized. “It’s not crap. It’s art.” she emphasizes, turning it up even louder and screaming the words. (Poor Brynn couldn’t sing, and she knew it)

“I came in like a wreeckingggg ballll I never hit so harddd in loveeee all i wanted was to break your walls all you ever did wre-e-e-ck meee.” she yells, using her phone as a microphone, hair flying around wildly as she moved up and down, side to side in her seat.  

Alex rolls his eyes, unable to hide the smile on his lips. His wife and daughter were too much alike sometimes. He turns the knob himself, sending his daughter a look, silently telling her not to do it again. 

“I think it’s crap. Just like how I think you sound like a dying cat whenever you sing.” his son pipes in from the back, a signature Karev smirk plastered on his lips as he keeps his gaze locked on his phone. 

“Shut up Rory,” she sneers, “Nobody likes you.” 

Rory fakes a laugh, looking back to his phone, and then to the scenery outside his window. They passed house after house until they finally reached their destination, John Quincy Adams Elementary School.

“Wait here,” Alex instructs the two kids, who murmurs their we know’s, more focused on the devices in their hand to the words coming out of his mouth. 

He makes his way to the ‘log cabin’ that sat at the front of the school, giving a friendly smile to the woman sitting at the sign out table, a crappy fold out plastic table that had definitely seen better days. “Faye and Bridgette Karev.” 

The woman slides the forms across the table, handing him a pen. “Sign here and here. I’ll go get them right now.” She stands up from her seat and heads inside to tell the two girls that their father had arrived.

Alex sprawls his messy signature onto the page, huffing before leaning up against the gate. His girls could take anywhere from thirty seconds to five minutes to pack up their things. Luckily today didn’t seem to be the latter, because before he knew it, the two youngest Karev’s came bouncing towards him. 

“Daddy!” “Daddy!” 

The seven year olds gave him a large hug, showing him matching toothless smiles. When Jo and him found out that she was pregnant for a third time, they were overjoyed. They had always wanted more than two kids, but hadn’t really been actively trying. They were excited to expand their family of four into a family of five. When they discovered that she was not carrying not one, but two babies, they were shocked. Jo wasn’t expecting to get pregnant at thirty-nine, much less with twins. Brynn was seven at the time, and Rory was five, so they were worried about how their kids would react when they found out two new babies would be joining the Karev household. 

Rory --surprisingly-- took the news really well. He was excited with the fact that he could have baby brothers. (Oh well. Alex Karev only seemed to make girls, Rory being the one exception.) 

Brynn was a bit more reluctant. She had heard from her friends at school how much babies cried and stole all the attention. She loved both her parent’s equally, but she was a Daddy’s girl through and through. The thought of losing both of her parent’s focus was terrifying. What if her Daddy called her new siblings names like Bug or Princess? Those were her names, and her names only. She couldn’t let the new babies steal her names. 

It took a while, but after multiple long talks and countless acts of reassurance, but Brynn eventually came around to the idea. Before they knew it, Brynn was just as excited for the upcoming babies as they were. Jo was worried throughout her whole pregnancy. Since she was almost forty, she was now considered to have a geriatric pregnancy. Just the word ‘geriatric’ did nothing to soothe any woman’s nerves, but add that to the fact that Jo was a surgeon and knew all the risks of pregnancy, and she was practically a mess the first few months. As it turned out, the twins ended up being her easiest pregnancy, since Brynn decided to make her entrance into the world four weeks early and while she was carrying Rory she had the occasional spotting that terrified her to her core every time, worried that she was miscarrying. 

The twins ended up being born at thirty-five weeks, perfectly healthy. The only thing that gave Jo any trouble at all was the severe morning sickness, which turned out to be all day sickness. 

But in the end it was way more than worth it. Faye was pretty much Jo reincarnated, just like Brynn. Every aspect about her was exactly like her mom. Her hair, her eyes, her face shape, chin. The only thing that she inherited was the Karev crooked grin, which all of their children had. (She didn’t even have a big Karev head when she was born!) 

Bridgette on the other hand, was all Alex, except for the eye color. Between her potty mouth, sassy attitude, and overall appearance, she was the female mini evil-spawn. 

The Evil Spawn Jr, title belonged to Rory, who was basically the male version of Bridgette. Same spunk, same mischievous smirk. Jo was always telling him that she didn’t know what she did to deserve three devil’s in her house. Alex always found that one really funny. 

“You guys got everything?” he questions the two, who nod their heads up and down enthusiastically, skipping to the car and greeting their siblings. 

He drives the twenty-five minutes back to his house, the twins chattering about in the back seat. 

“And then Julie showed her her math problems, and I tried to tell her they were wrong, but she just wouldn’t listen!”

“Tommy was sooo annoying. I kept telling him to stop making noises with his pencil, but he just rolled it back and forth so many times!”

Alex laughs under his breath, listening partially to the twins’s conversation. They sounded exactly like how Cristina and Mer used to rant about completely different things to each other, so it never failed to make him think back to the ‘olden days’ as he and Meredith liked to call them. 

If someone were to tell cocky, intern Alex that he would be happily married to the love of his life for (legally) fifteen years, father of four kids, and lived in a house that literally had a white picket fence on the outside of it, he would’ve sent them to a long term psychiatric care facility, because there was no way he would ever have that life. (A life he always secretly wanted, tucked into the very tiniest corner of his brain so it could never venture farther than a fleeting thought here or there). 

“--We’re here,” he calls out, shutting off the engine as he parks in the driveway, the kids unbuckling their seatbelts and scrambling out of the car, eager to escape the confines of the vehicle and enjoy the peace of their rooms. 

Once all five were inside, he watched as the four children parted ways. “Faye, Bridge, you have thirty minutes of reading down here. Ror, you have that history test you need to study for, and Brynn, you know what you need to do.” he says, his two oldest tromping up the stairs as the twins take their place in the living room on separate seats, already engrossed in the books they needed to read as part of their daily homework assignments. 

Alex lets out a tired sigh as he flops onto the couch, more than tempted to grab the remote from the side table and flick on ESPN, but knew that he couldn’t. As much as the girls loved reading, they got distracted from books really easily. Loud horns, cheers, and buzzers wouldn’t be the way to go if he wanted any work to get done. Instead, he plucks the iPad from the coffee table, picking up where he left off that morning with an online medical article.

Before he knew it, Faye and Bridgette’s timer had rung out and they started on their math homework on the kitchen island, something that they finished with ease. Another trait Alex was grateful the children inherited from Jo, her smarts. (Specifically in math)

“Ugh!” he hears a loud exclaim from upstairs, causing him to look up from the device in his hands and glance towards the steps, half expecting an angry looking Brynn to come storming out at any moment. He huffs, focusing his attention back to the iPad in hand when no mini Jo comes down. 

“No! There are no other ways!”

Another loud groan of frustration. 

“Son of a butthead! There are NO more ways! None! I don't know how the frick to prove that the freakin angle is congruent!”

Alex debates ignoring it and letting his daughter figure it out on his own, that is until he hears something hit a wall. He quickly makes his way up the stairs and to Brynn’s bedroom, standing in the doorway for a few seconds, trying to observe the scene. 

Brynn’s normally pristine room had books scattered on the ground, blankets thrown to the side, and an open notebooks posed at an awkward angle on the floor. 

Well, at least he knew what hit the wall.  

Brynn sat on her bed, literally glaring at her computer screen, partially debating whether or not to throw the expensive device across the room. She didn’t break eye contact, as if she was in a staring contest. Alex wanted to laugh, but he knew a deathly glare would be sent his way if he did. 

He knocks on the wood door, sending a questioning glance Brynn’s way as she finally breaks her stare with the inanimate object. “Everything okay?”

The brunette huffs loudly, bouncing back onto the bed as she lets out a groan. 

“I hate proofs.” she turns her head to look at her dad, Jo’s signature puppy dog face plastered on her features. He couldn’t help but chuckle. It was crazy how much Brynn looked like Jo. Add that onto the fact that she too shared a love for flannels and jeans, she was pretty much what he imagined a fourteen year old Jo to look like. When he first found out that Brynn was going to be a girl, he said to Jo, ‘I’m gonna need a gun.’ 

Luckily, that never happened, partially because of the fact that Alex hated guns and Brynn had yet to have a boyfriend. He was more than thankful for that. Especially since he’d seen couples at Brynn’s school canoodling in what they thought was private, even though they were in full view of everyone. He’d be fine with his not-so-little little girl dating when she was twenty-five, no earlier. Any man before that would not be very fortunate. 

“I’ll help,” Alex says, taking a spot next to her and Brynn begins to show he dad the problems on her screen, going on about how she was struggling to figure it out. 

Shouldn’t be too hard, right?

____

Jo Karev was thrilled when Bailey offered to take over her service for the rest of the day. Her husband had gotten off early, and Bailey knew how much of a struggle it was to spend quality time with family as a surgeon. 

She thanked Bailey so many times she lost count, all while boasting a large smile. She couldn’t remember the last time both she and Alex had been home before five o’clock. All she wanted was to go home, snuggle with her babies, and spend time with her husband. Well, her babies weren’t technically babies anymore, Brynn was fourteen, Rory was nearly twelve, and the twins were seven, but nevertheless, they would always be her babies. (Who cared if Rory was five foot three and already almost as tall as her? He was still such a mommy’s boy.)

She drove home with a smile on her face, humming along to the songs on the radio. She was so happy. She wanted to take her kids in her arms, and watch action movies on the couch while they pigged out on pizza together. 

When she pulls up in the drive she practically bounces up the steps to the house, swinging open the door and dropping her coat carelessly onto the rack. She hadn’t texted Alex to let him know she was coming home early, in hopes to make it a joyful surprise. 

Her heart stopped momentarily at the sound of yelling coming from upstairs. Arguments between Brynn and Alex were few and far between, but when they did happen, they were nasty. Alex always felt like crap for days afterward and Brynn stayed quiet, both at home and at school. 

“Do the reflexive property again!”

“Dad we already did that!”

“Well do it again!”

“Why?!”

“Do you see any other way to do it?”

“How is that going to help!”

“It just is!”

“Dad, we've done the reflexive property five times now!”

“You think I don’t know that!”

“Say that segment DA is congruent to AD.”

“But-”

“There are literally no other fucking ways to do it! It’s fucking shit! Thats what it is!”

“You act as if I didn’t already freakin know that!”

A loud groan. 

“What the fuck even is this one! We’ve managed to do three of them already. Try proving the triangles congruent now. Push random ones, like Side-Angle-Side.” 

“This is crap! ‘You don’t have enough proof to show that the blah blah blah.’ Stupid freaking thing! Freaking worthless!”

Jo is unable to suppress her giggle, clasping a hand over her mouth, trying not to make too much noise. It was a relief to know that the current screaming match going on wasn’t an argument. 

“They’ve been at that for an hour and a half now.” she hears her son pipe in, drawing her attention to where he sat on the couch. 

Jo sets her bag down on the table, greeting her son with a large hug, “Hi bubs.” she mumbles into his hair, feeling his arms wrap back around her. In private, Rory was the biggest cuddler, touchy-feely person you’d ever met, but in front of his friends he tried way too hard to show he was ‘too cool’ for hugging his mom, so Jo took in these moments and held them close to her heart.

“An hour and a half huh?” she chuckles, running a hand through her son’s gelled hair. 

Rory snickers, hazel eyes shining with mischief, “Yeah, dad won’t stop cursing and Tissy just keeps screaming alongside him,” he sits back onto the couch. “I’m surprised neither one of them had lost their voice yet.” he smirks his crooked Karev smirk, focusing his attention on the TV where he had opened up netflix, where he was currently binging Bates Motel. The name ‘Tissy’ came from when he was younger and couldn’t for the life of him say either Brynn nor Sissy. It seemed to have stuck all these years, and he was the only one who ever called his older sister that, even ten years later.

She sees him cringe, “I never called you mother right?” he asks, eyes not leaving the screen, where a certain Norman Bates is practically spooning his own mother in the bed, claiming that he couldn’t sleep. 

Jo snorts, ruffling his hair fondly, “Definitely not. And if you ever do, you’re dead Ror, hear me?”

Rory rolls his eyes playfully, giving his mom a grin. “I won’t. Promise.”

Jo heads up the stairs, the loud yells continuing to echo through the halls, which she chooses to ignore. 

“Dad for the fiftieth freaking time-”

“--What’s going on here?” Jo questions, causing both her husband and daughter to break away their concentration from the computer screen. 

Brynn’s face lights up at the sight of her mom standing in the doorway, more than thankful to have someone who actually knew stuff help her with her math. “Mom!” she exclaims, getting up from her place on the bed to give her mother a hug. 

“Hey baby. Care to explain to me why the second I walk through the door I'm greeted with screaming?” She questions, eyebrows raised as she sees Alex sheepishly avoid eye contact, suddenly finding the pictures that hung on the wall very interesting. 

Brynn smirks, “Well, Dad sucks at math so-”

“--Hey!” Alex interrupts, crossing his arms over his chest. “I haven’t done this crap in like thirty years!” He defends himself.

Jo rolls her eyes and smiles of her own gracing her lips as she reaches the bed and takes a look at the problems on the computer. “Proofs?” she asks from confirmation, earning a nod from her husband and daughter. 

She hums, “Given: segment CA bisects angle BAD and segment CA bisects BCD. Prove: triangle ABC is congruent to triangle ADC.” she murmurs to herself.

The brunette laughs when she sees the fact that the pair had put down some form of the ‘reflexive property’ not one, not two, but seven times.

She grins triumphantly as she remembers how to do the problem, the skills seemingly coming back to her after years of them being dormant. “Next statement is angle BCA is congruent to DCA because…” she scrolls through the possible options the box provided, smirking when she found the right one. “An angle bisector divides an angle into two congruent angles.”  

She watches as an angle pops up on the screen, only encouraging her to continue, “Then… angle DAC is congruent to angle BAC because an angle bisector divides an angle into two congruent angles.” 

Another angle comes up. 

“Finally,” she smirks, glancing to the side of for a brief second to take in the draw dropped stares of the two behind her. Brynn was a whiz at math like her mom, but proofs was something she’d been struggling with since they’d started learning them yesterday. Geometry was no joke. Her and her dad had already gotten almost all of the problems done, but it had taken so long to do a few measly problems that they’d lost track of just how long they'd been sitting in the room, arguing back and forth over different possibilities to try. 

“Triangle ABC is congruent to triangle ADC, reason being Angle-Side-Angle.” 

She grins, wiping her hands together as she hits the submit button, a large green check with a correct! floating on the screen, going over the ways to solve the problem. 

Alex glares at her. He’d been working on these fucking proofs for so long now, and Jo just comes in and completes it in less than a minute?

“I hate you.” he gruffs, still glaring at both his wife and the computer. 

Jo giggles, leaning over and pecking her husband’s lips. “Love you too.” 

She begins to walk out of the room, stopping and calling out over her shoulder as she reaches the doorway, “Now you just need to make sure the twins did their homework!”

[sayuricorner]

Ever After High x Twisted Wonderland AU  Headcanons part 14

Part 13       Part 15

AU concept

MASTERLIST

Warning: English is not my first language so sorry if it’s confusing!

Warning 2: Child neglect, child abandoment, bullying

For this part we will focus on Coral Witch’s and Holly O’Hair’s character profiles and some headcanons about them in the Octavinelle dorm.

But before we start here some precisions:

-Since she’s mainly a book character and we don’t know many about her I made up a LOT of things in Coral’s character profile.

-In this AU unlike her book canon, Coral don’t have a red tail like her mom instead she got octopus tentacles like Ursula’s.

-In this AU the Octavinelle dorm got it’s own library.

-Coral is 12 in this AU

-I headcanon the Sea witch to be neglectful toward Coral, not abusive and had faith in her daughter’s abilities, but still neglectful since to her her own want and needs came before Coral’s. And let’s not forget it was implied in the books that the sea witch will most likely abandon her daughter for her singer career when she will get Meeshell’s voice.

Now this is done let’s begin!

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Character profiles:

Name: Coral Witch

Gender: Female

Age: 12

Birthday: October 8(Coral don’t have an official birthday so I took the date of publication of “The Storybook of Legend” the book in which Coral made her debuts)

Starsign: Libra

Height: 140 cm

Eye color: Grey

Hair color: Blue-black hair

Homeland: Sea kingdom

Dorm: Octavinelle

School year: First year

Occupation: Student

Club: Mountain Loving Club

Best subject: Alchemy

Dominant hand: Left

Favorite food: onion rings(on land), seashell food(in the ocean)

Least favorite food: other sea creatures which aren’t seashells, sea plants or shellfishes

Dislike: Her former destiny, particuliary the gruesome parts

Hobby: Helping others

Talents: Is good with spells, can communicate with a lot of sea creatures and can resist the coldness of the deep oceans

“I would be happy to help you! All I ask in return is a little service nothing shady don’t worry!”

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Name: Holly O’Hair

Gender: female

Age: 15-16

Birthday: June 19

Starsign: Gemini

Size: 165 cm

Eye color: Aqua-blue-green

Hair color: Auburn

Homeland: White kingdom

Dorm: Octavinelle

School year: First year

Occupation: Student

Club: Literature club

Best subject: Magic history

Dominant hand: Left

Favorite food: Salmon with a side of green

Least favorite food: Zucchini

Dislike: Is terrified of heights

Hobby: Reading and writting

Talents: Her hair can be made into the strongest rope or silkiest fabric and is a history nerd

“A new world with new histories and stories to learn about, this is so hexiting!”

Coral Witch at Octavinelle:

-When EAH students transfered to others schools Coral, being the descendant of the original Sea Witch, was selected by the mirror of darkness to attend NRC.

-Normally with her age she shouldn’t be able to be a student until she’s at least 15 but her big potential in magic and intelligence make her had the level to be a student.(And since in the chapter 1 of TW it was comfirmed it was possible to skip grades having a 12 years first year student in TW is possible)

-So being the original Sea Witch’s descendant Coral is sorted in Octavinelle making her the youngest student of the dorm and of the whole school.

-Due to her shyness Coral was very nervous at the thought of being in a dorm full of people older than her and she don’t know.

-She didn’t get to really get to know the Octavinelle trio on the first day since first day for new, or in her and Holly’s case tranfers, students is the days of formalities during which they’re introduced to the school and their new dorm.

-She officially get to know them a day or two later when she was swimming in the dorm’s exteriors in her octopus form and at one moment find herself suddenly put in a thight hug by Floyd, who was in his leech form, coohing to Coral “how cute she is” while Jade and Azul, also in their mer forms, looking at the scene exasperate in Azul’s case and with a smile in Jade’s case.

-Floyd is all like ”Aaaaawww so adorable!~ Look look Azul she’s an octopi just like you! A cute tiny octopi, I just could squeeze her all day haha!” while keeping hugging a Coral completly freezed and red from embarrassement.

-Azul, exasperated by Floyd’s behavior is like “Floyed put her down she’s not a plush!” and Floyd while pouting a bit put down the embarassed young girl.

-This would be Coral’s first interaction with the trio and ever since she get to know them more.

-Others NRC students would notice the trio hang out often with Coral, she would be often see with either the twins, either Azul, either the three of them.

-Azul’s excuse is that as the Octavinelle’s dorm leader it’s his duty to teach the descendant of the Sea Witch how things work in Octavinelle and the school especially since Coral is very young, but the most observatives students noticing also the trio being secretly affectionate toward Coral which make some people think there’s maybe more than just a “watching over the Sea Witch’s descendant” situation.

-Floyd call Coral “lil’ octopi” or “octopi-chan”.

-Coral’s dorm uniform is a girl’s suit version of the Octavinelle uniform.

-She wore the new NRC school uniform.

-She got interested in the Mountain Loving club and after participating at an activity with Jade she decided to join.

-To be able to help others and respecting Octavinelle ways at the same time Coral put in motion a deal system in which she give help to those who come to see her for help and in return they give her a service which got the same value than the help asked.

-Due to the fact she’s the original Sea Witch’s descendant others Octavinelle students would bow to her and showing her forms of respect when they see her much to her embarassment.

-One day, Azul and the twins noticed Coral didn’t come out from her room and missed some classes, when they get to her door they hear little sobs coming from the inside, getting worry they convinced her to let them in after a time.

-They found Coral crying on her bed and after comforting her she told them her mother send her a video message in which she announced her she finally got a voice to become a singer.

-The thing is after everyone from the Ever After world were free from their “destiny” Meeshel decided to live her own story and so she renounced to go to see the Sea Witch to give her her voice in exchange of a human form so the Sea Witch was forced to find someone else with a beautiful voice to make a deal with in order to get their voice, and after many searches she succed.

-So now she had her new voice she left to become a singer and send a video message to Coral to tell her she will finally begin her career and warn her she will not come back home and finish her message by a “Bye sweety! Whish me good luck!”.

-Long short story Coral has been abandoned by her mother and now she had no one while she’s way too young to live alone.

-The Octavinelle’s trio tell nothing only comforting the poor girl in a long hug but deep inside of them is burning a flame of warth.

-Later they warned headmaster Crowley about it, Crowley than decided to excuse Coral from classes for the day and decided until a solution is found she can live in the school.

-When the others were informed on the situation, they were not happy at all, the EAH transfers were sad and horrified for Coral and were upset against the Sea Witch and MC and their group were angry some even wanted to denounce the Sea Witch on the magicweb to sabotage her singing career before it even begin.

-But Azul keep them from doing telling them this will not be necessary because he already had a solution for this problem much to everyone confusion.

-Spring break was coming and Azul begined to put his “plan” in motion, first after a few letters exchange with his parents and getting the headmaster’s aggreement, Azul was able to propose to Coral to spend spring break to Sea Coral invitation the young girl gladdly accept.

-When they meet Coral Azul’s parents fall in love with the young girl right away warmly welcoming her and always making sure she’s at her ease and get a good stay and Coral was having a good time, she loved Azul’s parents and their kindness toward her, she liked their restaurant’s food and she loved the Sea Coral. She was really gratefull toward Azul for bringing her with him.

-A few days later Azul got a talk with his parents about Coral’s situation and his parents tell him they’re thinking about adopting Coral and got in touch with a lawyer.

-Before taking things any further they want to discuss with Coral tosee with her if she would like they adopt her and if she tell “yes”, they want first to try to convince her birth mother to sign Coral’s custody over to them and if she refuse than they will take her to court.

-Azul agree with this and even ask his parents to let him try to “negociate” with the Sea Witch, wondering what their son had he mind his parents still agree.

-They talked with Coral about the adoption possibility and even if at first she had some doubts she accepted in the end happy to know she wouldn’t be alone anymore.

-During the talk Azul discretly borrowed Coral’s mirrorpad to transfer her mother’s video message to his phone and to get the Sea Witch number.

-Later he send the video to the Sea Witch with a text asking her to let him had a meeting with her regarding Coral because “you wouldn’t want this video finish on the magicweb by accident and ruin your future career don’t you?” and when she answered him with a date, a place and an hour Azul smiled in a smirk to see she took the bait.

-When he meet the Sea Witch, the latter was on her guard looking at him suspiciously not sure about what he want, and Azul with his gentleman act begin telling her about how sad Coral was when she tell her she leave her and many of his classmates who like Coral are quite “upset” to see her like that to the point they’re ready “to get back at her” he even think he remember hear them about denouncing her online.

-This make the Sea Whitch panic if this is know online the media will found out too, her image will be ruined and if this happen she could kiss her future singer career goodbey.

-Seeing the right opportunity Azul put his “businessman smile” and tell her he could make sure this doesn’t happen on the condition she sign a little something in return.

-Azul show her the adoption paper and explain to her Coral is passing spring break at his family’s home and his parents get really attached to her and when they hear about her “situation” they proceed to contact a lawyer for adopt her but they want to avoid to had to had to court and create a ruckus so he propose her a deal:

-She sign those documents and give Coral’s custody to his parents like this Coral will got people to look after her and as for her she would be able to live freely her career as a singer without being worried about anything about this story being know by anyone and being accused of child abandoment... As long as she respect her part of the contract of course.

-Despite the sweet talk the Sea Witch perfectly get what he mean in reality it was his way to say “Do it the easy way and we will be fine! Do it the hard way and I will ruin you!” she feel if she doesn’t sallow her pride on this one she will heavely regret it something in this boy eyes was telling her he is the kind of person who who don’t fool around, she realize she had no choice, she was sruck, so with a sour face she stay silent and signed the papers.

-Once the papers signed Azul take them back thanking her by a “a pleasure doing business with you” and leave the Sea Witch with her pride hurt.

-After spring break students were surprised when headmater Crowley announced that Coral Witch was now Coral Ashengrotto.

-And while looking at the scene with Jade and Floyd, Azul was simling with his iconic smile. Yes, his plan worked perfectly.

Holly O’Hair at Octavinelle:

-Before transfering to NRC Holly was one of Apple’s victims, she thought Holly knew way too much about her story and thought she was trying to steal her destiny and when one day Apple found out Holly’s secret crush for Daring her bullying toward her get worst, she even locked Holly in one of the hightest and narrowest tower of the school for hours when Apple perfectly knew Holly was afraid of heights.

-So when she transfered to NRC and was sorted in Octavinelle she was very shaked by Apple’s bullying and when she realized she wasn’t in the same dorm than Poppy she wasn’t at ease.

-During the tour of the dorm Holly was silent not daring to say anything but got a pick of curiosity when Azul mentioned the dorm’s library.

-Once she beingin to settle herself in her new room she’s visited by Jade and Floyd who’s come to bring her the rest of her luggages.

-The twins profit from the occasion to get to know her more, when Holly let slip she felt nervous to not be in the same dorm than her twin sister Jade and Floyd empathized with her after all they would be uncomfortable too if they weren’t in the same dorm.

-They then reassured her Poppy will be fine in Pomefiore and if she want she can go visit her at Pomefiore and Poppy can visit her at Octavinelle too, which brighten up Holly’s mood.

-As days pass Holly become more and more at ease in her new dorm and become more open to her dormmates, she even sympathize with some of them including the Octavinelle trio.

-She got curious about the dorm library and was amazed about how big the library was, and in little time this would be one of the places Holly would hang out the most.

-If she isn’t reading in the dorm library she could be also see reading in the school labrary.

-She got really curious about the Twisted Wonderland history and also about the original fairy tales and while learning about her family original fairy tale she found out that the very first Rapunzel who was a princess from a Kingdom called Corona wasn’t her ancestor at all ‘cause the story was very different, at the end of her tale her hair were cut and have lost their magic.

-After more researches she find out that at the place where the magic flower from the first Rapunzel’s tale appeared, there was still magic from the sundrop and a witch found the magic plants which grow from this place and begun to study them and cultivate them at her tower even creating new magical plant like magical rapunzels which will later lead to Holly’s family tale.

-Many would have been upset by this kind of revelation but this wasn’t Holly’s case in fact she was amazed to learn this kind of event lead to her family’s version of Rapunzel’s story and this give her the desire to learn more about the Twisted Wonderland history.

-Her Octavinelle dorm uniform is a female version which is a women’s suit.

-Her school uniform is the new female NRC school uniform.

-She is one of the students who don’t fall asleep during magic history classes, she’s even very studious and listen very carefully the lessons.

-Magic history even became her favorite subject.

-To not be bothered by her hair during school hours, Holly tied her hair in a plait in the same style as the first Rapunzel after she saw an illustration of her in a book.

-When Holly is simply in classes, in club activity or wandering in the school her plait is embellished with underwater flowers which are keeping alive thanks to a magic trick but when she had PE her plait is without any ornaments.

-Due to her being afraid of heights, during her first flying lessons Ashton made Holly share a broom with a students good at flying to give her confidence until she’s enough at ease to fly on her own.

-She join the literature club.

-When she don’t had classes, club acivities or isn’t in a library Holly love hang out with her sister Poppy and their friends.

-When she cut time to time her hair she donate them to the fashion club since Rapunzel hair make an exelent and luxurious fabric.

-Floyd call her “Angelfish” ‘cause like Holly with her hair angelfishes are beautiful fishes with pretty long fins which kinda look like hair and angelfishes are also know to be smart.

-She also work time to time at the Monstro Lounge which give her occasion to more socialize with others students.

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Splish Splash

Splish Splash Fandom: My Hero Academia Pairing: TodoMomo Summary: TodoMomo Positivity Week Day 1 Prompt Fill: Mer!Shoto. In which Momo is the enchanted princess of a magical kingdom and SHoto is the chosen Prince of the Sea. Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more.

Her footsteps were quiet and careful as she moved down the corridor, handle of a basket tucked into one elbow and holding her skirt up high enough so as to not hinder her hurried steps. She was running late and only hoped that her guest would still be there. As she reached the end of the passage, a chill settled in as was normal. The stones of the cavern were glowing a faint copper tint from all the magic coursing through them, leaving the water all around to glow with a turquoise gleam.

And there, bobbing in the center of the water, was a familiar face.

She smiled and lifted one hand in a meek wave as she approached. “Hello, Todoroki,” she greeted warmly as she stepped closer to the edge of the water.

For a second the two-toned head disappeared under the water’s surface before reappearing right at the edge of the large pool, using his arms to hoist himself part way out. “I’ve told you before that you can simply address me as Shoto,” he said evenly. To someone untrained, his words would be boorish and tone cold, but after months of getting to know him she knew better. While blunt and upfront, Todoroki was not a malicious or cruel individual. And underneath the monotonous tone he usually used was the slightest hint of amusement.

She huffed as she settled in beside him, less than two inches between them, and moved the basket from her arm. “It’s far too familiar, given your social standing,” she retorted.

“So my social standing matters in how you address me, but I am allowed to ignore your title when addressing you?” She paused in rummaging through the basket to pink him with what was meant to be a displeased scowl. The effect was lost, however, as he merely offered a small grin and rested his head on his arms. “Ah, no ready response for that, Princess Yaoyorozu?”

“It’s the fact that this grotto is… It’s something special. It’s a place where none of the outside world matters,” she said with a small sigh. Momo was aware her life was not exceptionally difficult, but she also didn’t think that invalidated the struggles she did face. As the only heiress to the throne, a title that born great responsibility and expectation, there were many things she had to learn. Incantations, spells, proper rune scripts, preparing the enchanting inks for her latest rune mastery… It was sometimes a bit too much for her. One night, when she had been too troubled for sleep to take her, she had gone looking about the castle. Despite living her whole life there, she’d always been limited in where she could go. Normally Mother’s vigilant gaze assured she fell quick in step and never strayed, but at night she could take more liberties.

It was on one of those expeditions that she had discovered the small grotto in the catacombs of the castle. If she were to wager a guess, it had more than likely been some kind of ceremonial spot, as the place was lit an alive with magics from those long gone. It was this place that she chose to make her sanctuary. She would slip away as oft as she could to let the cool sea water lap at her ankles and the soft scent of fresh water soothe her. Sometimes she would bring some of her studying materials down with her, finding the spot to be a good study, but more times than not she would simply sit and allow herself the chance to let her mind wander free. She wouldn’t worry about this meeting with that duke or the complicated strokes of that rune. She would simply sit, perhaps have a small snack, and not think for a little bit.

And then came the day that her hideaway had been compromised. By a rather unlikely source, at that.

To call Momo and Shoto’s first meeting a disaster would be an understatement. When she had arrived at the grotto that evening, she saw his form floating in the water, pale as death and the water around him tinted red with blood. SHe had been fast to try and coax him towards her so she could hopefully treat his wounds. He, however, had been half mad between adrenaline and pain, choosing to instead screech at her so intensely she received a small headache. Momo, being raised to be a benevolent ruler, had responded in what she considered a mature fashion; lassoing the mer and keeping him pinned on land while she treated his wounds.

The relationship between runers and mers was a bit odd to place. They didn’t often interact so knowledge about each other’s customs and cultures was limited. Their kingdoms were not, however, at war and seemed to approach each other with ambivalence. So long as neither of them went marching into the other’s business, they would be fine. Theoretically. Momo had never had the courage to ask Shoto if there’d been an initial backlash after his weeks in the grotto being treated. She liked to think that the fact mers hadn’t started sinking their boats and drowning their sailors was a good sign but… Well, one could never be too sure.

“Oh,” Shoto said suddenly, perking up before reaching into the water. Around his hip, cinched just above where flesh melded into red and white speckled scales, was a rope belt of sorts with a handful of clams attached to it. He lightly tapped the top of each before plucking one from the belt and setting it on the land beside her. “I almost forgot. You were asking about the ink we use, so I asked the sea warlock’s apprentice for some. It changes thickness on the page based on the present moisture, according to Midoriya.”

Momo’s eyes lit up as she picked it up. She carefully opened the clam to find that the bottom of it was filled with a pale blue-white fluid while what seemed to be a fish spine of some kind hooked to the top. Ah, they must have used the spine as a writing tool! “This is amazing, Shoto! Thank you so much!” she giggled happily, letting her thumb trace the open clam edge. “Hopefully this wasn’t a difficult item to get.”

“Not at all. Besides, it gave me an excuse to loiter away from the castle and piss off my old man,”

She let out a hum but chose not to pry further. She knew that Shoto didn’t get along with his father and that he hated talking about him more than necessary. She instead set the basket she’d brought down in her lap. “I also brought a little treat!” She beamed at him as she pulled out a small jar and held it up for him to see. He stared, blinking slowly at her. “It’s a marmalade spread. I remembered that you liked the consistency of jam but just not the sweetness, so I thought this might be a bit more to your liking.”

“Hmm. Well, I’m willing to try anything once. But no getting offended if I dislike the taste again,” he hummed, his head resting back on his arms as he watched her pull a small loaf of bread from the basket. She rolled her eyes but giggled as she pulled out the knife and set to cutting the bread.

The young mer was strange, but she rather liked it. 

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New Oc!!

Name: Aqua Kami

Gender: male

Age: 17

Birthday: ???

Starsign: ???

Height: 150cm

Eye colour: dark blue

Hair colour: purple

Homeland: coral sea

Dorm: octavinelle

School year: 2nd

Class: 2A student no. 25

Occupation: student

Club: studying movies club

Best subject: astrology

Dominant hand: right

Favourite food: dango/ sake

Least favourite food: octopus

Dislikes: greedy people

Hobby: charting stars

Talent: shrine duties

Unique magic:

‘Shooting star’ Aquas unique magic allows him to grant any wish, as long as an appropriate price is payed. It is often said that he can commune directly with the gods through his unique magic, and it is them granting the wishes.

Backstory:

Aqua is a guppy merperson, meaning that whilst in his guppy form he is much smaller that practically all other merpeople, being small enough to fit in a hand. When he discovered his unique magic, he accidentally wished for his mother die whilst they were having an argument. He was cast aside by his family when he was very young, and was left to die. He was taken in by a shrine at the very edge of the coral sea, and it became a very popular attraction for people to visit the shrine with all sorts of offerings so they could have their wish granted. Because of this he grew up in the lap of luxury, with very little experience of the outside world. He was treated as a god, however his experiences were very limited and he lacks a very basic understanding of many things most people would know as a part of their everyday life, whilst having very oddly specific knowledge in other areas. Nrc was his first time attending a school.

Personality:

Aqua is very detached and seemingly lazy. He grew up alone with very little interaction with humans so he lacks tact. He can be seemingly quite rude and blunt with people, even though he isn’t aware of this. He gets very easily offended if someone does something even slightly wrong, and has no problem shouting at them and degrading them. His personality is like a direct contrast to his cute appearance, and it’s the only reason Azul let’s him hang around the monstro lounge, as he has a habit of scaring off customers whenever he opens his mouth. He also has somewhat of a god complex, given how he was raised as a literal god people would pray to. If someone tries to cross him or defy him he gets very offended and astonished, however he doesn’t know how to deal with it, since he’d never had to face it before. He simply believes that he is better than everyone, and he has more rights than others. He isn’t trying to be cocky and arrogant, it’s just how he was raised. He sees being nice to others as him showing them ‘mercy’, and will not grant them any kindness if he doesn’t feel they deserve it. Aqua has seen the worst parts of people. He has seen their deepest darkest desires and what they’re willing to sacrifice. Because of this, he’s very hesitant around all people, and often puts up a wall between them to stop them getting close to him. Though what Aqua wants more than anything is the one thing his unique magic cannot get him. What he wants is to be a normal person like everyone else. Though he has a begrudging acceptance that it simply wasn’t his fate.

Trivia:

Aqua is very fixated on keeping up appearances, and takes extra effort every day to apply makeup like he would at the shrine.

Aqua is allergic to an ingredient in the potion which turns mer people into regular people, so he has to take a modified version which only changes his form partially.

Aquas favourite time of the day is night, as it’s the only time no one has any expectations of him.

Aqua has learnt everything he knows from various books the shrine gathered, and it’s all self taught.

Being a guppy mer person, when aqua is in his mer form he is much more fragile than other merpeople.

Aqua has always been obsessed with the surface, specifically stars, due to a story he read when he was younger which said that all the stars were gods.

Azul refers to Aqua as ‘the nuisance’ due to the fact that Aqua will normally have his ‘episodes’ of shouting in the monstro lounge, periodically ruining business.

Aqua is horrible at regular everyday tasks, and will need to ask someone he knows to do them for him.

Aqua isn’t allowed to cut his hair due to his status as a deity back at the shrine.

Aqua can’t handle heat at all, and will refuse to go to class if he thinks it’s too hot.

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Brick Club 1.5.4 “Madeleine In Mourning”

These chapters are just Hugo bouncing all over the place with his views on women. @secretmellowblog made a great post about Valjean’s character development re: women and sexism, but this paragraph is all Hugo.

“To be blind and to be loved, is in fact--on this earth where nothing is complete--on of the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness.” I really want to know what Hugo means by “nothing is complete” and what it has to do with blindness. Happiness isn’t complete until you lack one of your senses and therefore must experience happiness in a different way, maybe? I don’t know. This chapter is weird and gross and I don’t like it very much.

Right before reading this chapter, I reached a section in the Hugo biography that mentioned that as a 20-something year old adult, Hugo had a bizarre habit of staring directly at the sun in order to see the vivid lights/colors that happen when you close your eyes after looking at bright light (which, what the hell Victor Hugo). It started to affect his vision from at least 1828. He equated blindness with Homer and Milton, both great poets, and apparently wrote that he hoped he might go blind one day. I think part of this long paragraph about a woman being the helper of a blind man was influenced by thoughts of Milton, who was helped by his daughters to whom he dictated parts of Paradise Lost.

Hugo was also very jealous when it came to his wife Adele. A lot of the lines about possession and power in this section remind me of the excerpts and anecdotes about his jealousy as a young man. (For example, he was retroactively jealous of her brother having to share a bed with her once when they were young, he was jealous of a male painter friend of hers, he was jealous when he saw her lift her skirt to cross a muddy street and thought someone might have seen her leg. He also wrote her letters that sound similar to this paragraph in their weirdness about power and love.) Hugo excused his jealousy as a measurement of his passion, but that’s clearly not the case. This section is kind of a weird subconscious revealing of that insecurity. Possession and power comes from a kind of “weakness” or lack rather than a passion. You have power over someone because you’re helpless and require their help, so they would be a bad person not to give you assistance and attention, even if they might not want to. Your happiness is their sacrifice. Happiness is having control over someone by having little to no control over yourself. Hugo, that’s not love, that’s manipulation.

“The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves--say rather, loved in spite of ourselves; this conviction the blind have.” I think this line gets closer to other themes in the book. People being loved in spite of themselves (or in spite of what they think of themselves) is a recurring theme in this book, especially around Valjean.

Hugo slips from talking about literal blindness into figurative blindness in the middle of this paragraph, and the feminine turns abstract as well. “A love wholly founded in purity. There is no blindness where there is certainty. The soul gropes in search of a soul, and finds it. And that soul, found and proven, is a woman.” I think it’s interesting that this whole paragraph talks about love from a woman entirely in a nurturing sense, and not at all in a romantic sense. Instead, women are Love from a perspective of caring or motherliness. This is also a little odd considering the number of women in this book who are either not motherly at all, or who are nurturing but die. As Mellow said in their post, Valjean gets put in “motherly” roles for both Fantine and Cosette. Here, though, Hugo emphasizes that love and devotion from a woman is “God made palpable” and erases any sort of doubt of oneself and makes the heart bloom. This effect that Hugo describes here only really seems to happen between Cosette and Valjean, and then between Cosette and Marius.

I’m a little confused about the Faubourg Saint-Germain quarantine line. At first I thought it was talking literally about the actual Faubourg Saint-Germain in Paris, which was a hub for Ultra royalist politics and heavily Catholic during the restoration. But now I think it’s referring to the Ultra area in Montreuil-sur-Mer and likening it to the Faubourg Saint-Germain. I suppose it would make sense for the local Ultras to dislike Valjean: he put in place a lot of revolution-type ideas like various mutual aid systems and large, selfless monetary donations, and he wasn’t big on socializing and moving up the ladder, which would probably make them suspicious. But his apparent connection to a Bishop and his mourning for said Bishop indicates a certain amount of religiosity that the Ultras would probably respect.

“In my youth I was a servant in his family.” I’ve always loved this line for its obvious double meaning. The people of Montreuil-sur-Mer are going to interpret it literally. This does him double benefits, because it means not only is he a religious person connected to the church in a personal way, he’s also someone who is connected to a (formerly rich) royalist family. But Valjean also quietly implies that he sees his past self as only a youth even at forty-something years old before he encountered Myriel. He had not started to grow up and change until the bishop gave him kindness and opened his eyes to religion. He also places himself as a servant. According to wikipedia, being a “Servant of God” is the first step towards canonization in the Catholic church and indicates a certain level of piety. I just think this is really interesting from the angle that Valjean always seems to view god through others. This time, he is a servant of Myriel, and therefore indirectly pious. It also acknowledges the power Myriel has over him, in the way that the bishop claimed his soul for god and for good.

I just made a post about Petit Gervais and Savoyards in general, but as far as I can tell Savoyard chimney sweep children were all over the country and it seems as though they were essentially anonymous. Getting their names is partly important because then they become someone, but I think it’s also Valjean secretly hoping that maybe one day Petit Gervais himself will show up. Hugo doesn’t say how much money Valjean gives the Savoyards that pass through M-sur-M, but I’d wager it’s 40 francs.

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Too Much Information: Character Interview - Valien Gelus

Thank you for tagging me, @sheirukitriesfandom! I really enjoyed reading about your Rashkan. I was a bit delayed filling this out because of RL, but I had good fun doing this (I hope I filled it out right, it was my first time doing one of these things XD).

I chose Valien, one of my favourite ESO OCs. Valien is my Altmer ice battle mage, and his other half is Kathariel, a half Altmer, half Bosmer priestess of Auri-el with an affinity for fire magic. They are the pair currently featuring in my blog’s banner together in the snow :)

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A tall, relatively broad-shouldered Altmer gentleman of advancing years whose golden face carries scars from many battles. His long, sleek, silver-white hair is carefully tied back, but hangs loose at the shoulders. His robes are simple, but elegant, charcoal grey with pale blue accents. He wears a sword at his side and a faint icy chill permeates the air as he studies you piercingly with pale grey eyes.

 Name -> “Lord Valien, of the house of Gelus.”

“We are called the house of Gelus because it is said we are born with ice in our veins,” Lord Valien explains, lifting his hand in explanation as frost slowly creeps from the tips of slender golden fingers to the wrist. He smiles thinly. “There is, as with all good family stories, a modicum of truth to be found in those tales.”

Are you single? -> Valien leans back in his chair, raising an eyebrow.

“A curious question. I have in recent years found myself fortunate enough to spend my time with a most wonderful young woman by the name of Kathariel,” he explains with a slight smile, although it then fades a little.

“I am, of course, still married. It was an arranged affair, as is often the case for important marriages in Altmer society. While we found each other’s company agreeable at first, as the years passed, we became rather…well, different people, shall we say.” Valien smiles ruefully. “Despite how some of our people may speak, just because the star alignments or family pedigree predict an auspicious marriage, does not mean it will be so.”

“We are, however, still on cordial terms, although we find that maintaining a certain degree of distance has aided in producing a suitable working partnership for the purpose of maintaining strong family alliances.”

Are you happy? -> “In recent years, yes, very much so. It was not always the case, however.”

Are you angry? ->  “I am I an angry person? No, not as such. But in the past, some bitterness on my part resulted in the unfortunate habit of distancing myself from those I should have shown more affection for,” he explains quietly, appearing more than a little uncomfortable. “In addition, I am not known to suffer fools terribly well,” he then adds more convivially, and gives a rueful chuckle. “The soldiers formally under my command would likely attest to that! But I think most would have agreed not unfairly so, under the circumstances. I hope so, at any rate.”

Are your parents still married? -> “No, not anymore, but that is perhaps unsurprising given my age.”

 NINE FACTS

Birth Place? ->  “My family’s main estate, nestled in the foothills of Eton Nir.”

Hair Colour? ->  Silver-white.

Eye Colour? ->  Pale grey-blue, comparable to the pallor of the clouds before a snowstorm.

Birthday? -> “I was born early in the month of First Seed, under the sign of the Lord, and incidentally when the first of the snowdrops had begun to bloom that year. In terms of age, I can tell you to begin with that I am more than old enough to recall Master Vanus Galerion forming that troublesome mages guild of his,” Valien grumbles good-naturedly. “Will that suffice?”

Mood?-> “I think I most likely covered this above?”

Gender? ->  “Male.”

Summer or winter? -> Valien’s mouth twitches upwards in amusement. “I would have thought the answer to that question obvious. Winter, of course. Though,” he then adds, expression softening. “There is something also to be said for the summer also is there not? After all, my beloved would say there is room in our lives for all seasons equally, and I daresay she is correct.”

Morning or afternoon?-> “I prefer being up early. I do rather dislike any day that I am being unproductive in. Although, Kathariel is very fond of reminding me I should be more restful.”

 EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

Are you in love? -> “I believe I have mentioned Kathariel already?” Valien replies with slight smile. “She was a priestess in a monastery of Auri-el that I was brought to after sustaining some quite severe injuries. Later, she was instrumental in aiding my binding ritual to finally put to rest the evil that had left me with the injuries in the first place. I would not have survived either ordeal without her. She chose to leave the monastery to join my household afterwards, and has been part of my life ever since.”

Do you believe in love at first sight? ->“I think love at first sight is a concept best left to the young and foolishly impulsive,” Valien replies, frowning slightly.  “Although,” he then adds after a pause, “I must say, from the day I met Kathariel she stood out in my mind; it has not forgotten her since. So perhaps I should not be quite so quick to dismiss such notions.”

Who ended your last relationship?-> “With my wife? We grew apart, or perhaps I should say the differences that were always between us grew more and more apparent as the years went by.”

Have you ever broken someone’s heart? -> “I highly doubt it.” He replies bluntly. “What is your next question?”

Are you afraid of commitments? -> Valien’s eyes narrow slightly, and then he sighs heavily. “I am…hesitant to dedicate myself to partnerships unless the person in question is truly of a like mind to my own. I spent too many years in the unfortunate company of politically-motivated sycophants whose only interest was in my family bloodline. It was a most wearying state of affairs.”

Have you hugged someone within the last week? -> Valien reaches down and scratches the head of a young griffin draped across his feet, snoring gently. “Why yes, of course,” he replies with a chuckle, indicating the feathered creature with amusement.

Have you ever had a secret admirer? ->  “Not that I am aware of.”

Have you ever broken your own heart? -> Valien shifts slightly in his chair. “Perhaps we should move onto the next question, yes?”

 SIX CHOICES

Love or lust? -> “Why not both?”

Lemonade or iced tea? -> “I’m very fond of teas, either hot or cold.”

Cats or Dogs? -> “As a general rule I find animals of any type far more agreeable than most mer I encounter.”

A few best friends or many regular friends? -> “I cannot say I know many whom I would consider to be close friends, in truth. But there is Kathariel, of course; there is also my youngest brother who, despite his unnatural and frankly unsettling love of opera music and his utterly mistaken belief that he is capable of singing, has time and time again provided most trustworthy and sensible council in my travels.”

“At one time I would have also considered my middle brother a friend also, but I fear that time has since past. He was formally a revelator-naganwe, a death seer, but in his grief he found himself reaching for magics he should not have reached for, and performing experiments that crossed too many lines. He chose to distance himself from the rest of the family to avoid ill-will to befall our household; Altmer society is not forgiving of Graxifalas – disgraceful - behaviour.”

Wild night out or romantic night in? -> “I prefer quiet evenings. I am not one for excessive drink or large gatherings.”

Day or night? -> “Day or night? That would depend,” he replies with a smirk, “on the nature of the activities in mind.”

 FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

Been caught sneaking out? -> Valien scoffs at the question. “Not since I was a lot younger and a lot more foolish than I am now.”

Fallen down/up the stairs? -> “If there are no witnesses then it did not happen, correct?”

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ->  “Most certainly.”    

Wanted to disappear? -> “Oh yes, quite frequently,” Valien mutters sullenly.  “From court banquets, the many social gatherings my wife enjoys hosting in our halls, from any event whatsoever that claims to be held in celebration of my name day.” He sighs despairingly.  “Did I mention I was not terribly fond of social gatherings?”

 FOUR PREFERENCES

Smile or eyes? -> “It seems a pity to choose, when both can be so enrapturing.”

Shorter or Taller? -> “Well, I cannot say I have a personal preference. Kathariel is however noticeably shorter than myself, being that I am taller than average and she is of part Bosmeri heritage.”

Intelligence or Attraction? -> “Intelligence, certainly. I would not wish to be involved with someone who I could not have a lively debate with.”

Hook-up or Relationship? ->  “I cannot say I enjoy casual dalliances by any means. “

 FAMILY

Do you and your family get along? -> “I believe I have already explained my relationship to my wife.” Valien pauses slightly. “As for my son and daughter, I have always loved them greatly, though I fear they regarded me as rather a distant figure in their youth. I have tried to make amends for this more recently. I also have a young granddaughter, and she is the apple of my eye, so to speak.”

Would you say you have a “messed up life”? -> “Not particularly. At times complicated, however, but then that is true of many people’s lives.”

Have you ever run away from home? -> “There were many years I chose to spend away from my household in my role as a battle-reeve, and so in a manner of speaking, yes. There were times when I should have returned home, but I did not. I believed that the work I was doing would benefit them undoubtedly more than my presence at home would. Now my children are fully grown, and I regret that choice greatly. We have at least, had the opportunity to grow closer of late, and for that I am most grateful. ”

Have you ever gotten kicked out? -> “I have not.”

 FRIENDS

Do you secretly hate one of your friends -> “Certainly not?”

Do you consider all of your friends good friends ->  “Yes, of course.”

Who is your best friend -> “My beloved Kathariel.”

Who knows everything about you -> “Kathariel, undoubtedly,” he replies with a slight smile. “I never expected to find someone who I would share my life with in such a way, but it has been a blessing indeed.”

 I think I’m now supposed to tag more people now If I understand correctly? @mutantenfisch, @forevervobla @taergalive, @sadmagecentral I hope it’s ok if I tag you all (not sure about the etiquette for this kinda thing)? 

[jazy3]

Thoughts on Grey’s Anatomy: 16X06

Just finished watching the new episode of Grey’s Anatomy! I love the themed episodes and this week's Halloween one was great! I'm glad that they're finally addressing Zola's dislike of DeLuca and how even when he tries he can't connect with Mer's kids because they straight up don't like him, he has no idea what he's doing, and he's not step dad material.

It also seems pretty clear to me that DeLuca and Mer are over as he volunteered to help out with the kids all day, it went horribly, and afterwards Mer choose to go make a phone call and didn't even say Hi to him. Meredith's not into it and she's not interested and no matter how hard DeLuca tries he just doesn't fit in with the rest of the family. I think the fact that Maggie and the kids call him Dr. DeLuca instead of Andrew and no one seems to like him pretty much tells you everything you need to know about DeLuca and his and Meredith's relationship.

I love that Jo repurposed her wedding dress for her Halloween costume and kept trying to scare Alex in a fun joking way! I love them together! The storyline about Pac North being haunted because it's partially built on a mass grave comprised of psych patients that were buried on the property was fun to watch! Alex handled it really well and it was nice to see him, Jo, Owen, and Richard work together. I'm so happy that Alex and Jo got remarried for real this time! The look on Alex's face when Jo lied and said she was pregnant cracked me up!

Jo knows how Alex feels she just likes to have fun! I love that about her character. I also love that they got remarried dressed as a corpse bride and a vampire! They really are made for each other. I also loved how Jo told Alex she was pregnant to scare him for fun and at first Alex was terrified but then thought about it for a minute and said that it wasn't scary because he loves kids and he loves her. I love that the show is self aware enough about all the pregnancy storylines this season to have Jo throw in a zinger for both Alex and the audience. A+

I'm glad we got to see more depth from Koracick this episode! Poor Bailey is not having a good pregnancy! I love that Amelia was there to help and support her. I liked that they showed Meredith checking her privilege when she realized what her cell mate was going through and that she helped her out in the end. In other news, Link's parents are absolute monsters! First, they put Link through hell, then they get back together, then they make his cancer free anniversary all about them, and then they get upset over Amelia's due date conflicting with their wedding plans!

It was fun to watch someone else be a hot mess and have Amelia comfort Link. For once she wasn't the one blurting things out and accidentally making a mess of things. It was a nice change. The storyline about Zola being pissed at DeLuca for touching her fairy wings because they're the ones that Derek sewed for her broke my heart! The episode where Derek sewed Zola's wings was so sweet! It's no wonder Zola misses her Dad and with her Mom away in jail and doing community service it makes sense that she's upset and acting out.

On top of that DeLuca is not step dad material in any way, shape, or form. He clearly doesn't know what he's doing and kids pick up on that right away. They always do. It's also pretty clear that Meredith doesn't care to include DeLuca in things involving the kids because they're not that serious and he doesn't get it so the kids are going to respond to that. I'm glad Bailey, Teddy, and Tom were able to save their patient.

Teddy dressing the kids up as zombies made me laugh! The fact that Owen brought Teddy the handmade costumes his Mom made him and Megan growing up to save everyone time and then Teddy took it as him shaming her for being a bad mom says a lot about their relationship. Owen wasn't shaming Teddy and didn't expect her to sew handmade costumes. He was just trying to help. These two really suck at relationships it seems.

One odd thing about this episode was that no point was it stated where Harriet was and what Jackson was doing as a parent for Halloween! Also, I love that Jackson's big advice to DeLuca was to just talk to kids to find out what's wrong. That seems kind of obvious to me and the fact that it didn't even occur to DeLuca to do that really sums up the situation nicely. I loved Schmitt's scene with the little boy! For most of the episode all Schmitt wants to do is put on his D&D costume and go meet Nico and instead he gets roped into throwing a Halloween party for the Peds ward and helping this little boy find a Halloween costume.

I loved how Schmitt brought the boy every macho Halloween costume under the sun and then the boy said he wanted to be a sunflower! My heart! In the end Schmitt realizes that being at the hospital and helping the kids out is what's really important so he makes himself and the boy sunflower costumers BY HAND! To cap it all off Nico shows up at the end dressed as a Vampire and everyone has a good time! I also loved that Schmitt chose to post the photos of him and Nico regardless of what his Mom said because he wanted to share the joy and he realized that being happy and sharing that was what was most important.

Now onto next week's promo! Maggie's got jokes as Richard's family comes to town and Kelly McCreary's real life sister stars in next week's episode! Fun! Amelia finally decides to tell Owen that she's pregnant and apparently they redecorated the kids' playroom because the room behind Amelia looks completely different than it did the last time we saw it. Catherine finally comes back to town and it looks like stuff with Gemma comes to the surface.

Also, Owen totally flips out about his ex-wife having kids with someone else as if that's a normal thing to do. Owen appears to be acting as if Amelia didn't want kids with him. She didn't at first because of what happened with Christopher and because she was sick, but then they adopted Leo and took in Betty. Also last I checked Amelia and Owen are still co-parenting Leo and he's supposedly happy with Teddy and Allison so I'm not sure what he's mad about here.

Why is Owen also such an asshole to everyone? Especially the women in his life? Also, if Owen is truly happy with Teddy he shouldn't be having a meltdown over the fact that Amelia is having a child with Link. It's none of his business and if he truly loves Teddy what does it matter? Just when I think Owen Hunt couldn't be more of an asshole he becomes one. Jeez louis. Until next time!

[englishvisualnovels]

Discover the Truth in a Mysterious Game — Fatal Twelve Launches on Steam

Developers: aiueoKompany & Sekai Project Publisher: Sekai Project Release Date: March 30, 2018 Platform: Windows, Mac, & Linux Age Rating: All-Ages Price: $19.99

Suspense story Fatal Twelve is now on sale on Steam. 

A free demo is available for download through the Fatal Twelve website and on Steam.

Relevant Links:

Where to Buy (Digital): Steam

Official Site (Demo available)

Synopsis:

Rinka Shishimai was a high schooler who ran a small café named Lion House in place of her grandmother. She lived her life much like any other person her age, but one day, she was caught up in an explosion while returning home on the train alongside her friend, Naomi Hitsuji. In an attempt to save her friend’s life, she shields her on instinct the moment the explosion goes off, losing her life in the process. However, before she knew it, she was back at Lion House, happily chatting with her friends as if nothing had happened in the first place.

“Good evening, my lovely little slaves to fate.”

A few days later, she found herself in a strange world. Here she met Parca, an odd girl claiming to be a goddess. It turns out that she had somehow become a participant in Divine Selection, a ritual carried out over twelve weeks by twelve people, which allowed them to compete in order to undo their deaths. Yet, what shocked Rinka most of all, was the presence of her friend Miharu Mishima amongst the twelve.

In order to get through Divine Selection, one must eliminate others by gathering information regarding their name, cause of death and regret in the real world, then “electing” them.

This turn of events would lead to her learning about the truth behind her death, as well as her own personal regrets. She would also come to face the reality that Miharu was willing to throw her life away for her sake, as well as the extents to which the other participants would go to for the sake of living through to the end.

Far more experiences than she ever could have imagined awaited her now, but where will her resolve lead her once all is said and done…?

Cast:

Rinka Shishimai Voiced by: Eriko Matsui

(Known roles: Higuma from Kemono Friends, Nao Kamiya from THE iDOLM@STER: Cinderella Girls, Suzuka from Akama ga Kill!, etc.)

She currently runs a small café named Lion House in place of her grandmother, who returned to the countryside temporarily to take care of a relative. The blonde streaks in her hair are natural, but have caused her peers to label her as a delinquent. To that effect, she rarely speaks to anyone there other than her friends Miharu, Mao and Naomi. This fact doesn’t particularly bother her however, especially as she’s not one for keeping up with trends and adjusting her attitude to those around her. Ironically she’s also seen as cool and aloof thanks to that, when in reality she cares for her friends deeply.

She has no particular hobbies to speak of, though she does enjoy shopping and reading shoujo manga. Black coffee is a favorite of hers, though she dislikes anything either too bitter or too sweet.

One day while returning home with Naomi, she dies while shielding Naomi from an explosion, becoming a participant in Divine Selection in the process. Her memory is somewhat fuzzy however, possibly due the shock of being caught up in the explosion, leading her to participate while not knowing both her cause of death and her regret.

Naomi Hitsuji Voiced by: Asuka Kakumoto

(Known roles: Elena Shimabara from THE iDOLM@STER: Million Live!, Panotty from Puyo Puyo!! Quest, Niko Oono from Engaged to the Unidentified, etc.)

Rinka’s underclassman at Amecha Girls’ University High School.

Shy and introverted most of the time, though she has no issues talking to those she gets along with. Came to know Rinka through certain circumstances, and eventually became friends with Mao and Miharu through her. A bookworm at heart, she also enjoys making sweets often. Dark places and scary stories are two of her biggest weaknesses. She has a solid relationship with her parents.

Her tendency to keep her feelings to herself lead to her classmates assigning her as head of the committee for the cafe they plan on opening during the culture festival, but her dedication to doing the best possible job leads to her learning how to brew coffee from Rinka.

The events of Rinka’s death haunt her dreams despite said events having been erased due to Divine Selection, possibly because she was present at the time. While not a participant, she does help Rinka gather information for Divine Selection.

Miharu Mishima Voiced by: Yuri Komagata

(Known roles: Sanguina from Fairy Fencer F, Sayoko Takayama from THE iDOLM@STER: Million Live!, Yuri from KiraKira ☆ PreCure a la Mode, etc.)

A student at Amecha Girls’ University High School, and one of Rinka’s classmates. While beautiful with the brains to match, others consider her difficult to approach, which results in her being avoided much like Rinka. As one would imagine, studying is her speciality, to the point where she can go for long hours without any breaks once she gets into it. Her eating habits would indicate that she isn’t fussy in the slightest, but in reality she simply doesn’t care much for taste in the first place. She works part-time at a certain restaurant, but apparently she’s yet to ask Rinka and Mao to come along at some point.

While typically level-headed, she sometimes speaks her mind without hesitation, leading to some harsh takes now and then. Her circumstances while growing up seem to be somewhat complciated, but not even Rinka knows much about it.

Her feelings for Rinka surpass the boundaries of simple friendship, but Rinka herself seems to be completely clueless about this.

Goddess Parca Voiced by: Kanako Nomura

(Known roles: Chizuru Nikaido from The iDOLM@STER Million Live, Lieura from Rage of Bahamut, Yuno Kashima from Little Battlers eXperience WARS, etc.)

An odd girl who claims to be a goddess.

She oversees Divine Selection, and only interacts with Rinka and the other participants within the strange dream world it takes place in. Unlike the participants, she can also move around freely in this space. She feels absolutely nothing over the events that take place during Divine Selection.

Her white dress and wool-like hair provide a fantastical air to her appearance, and while she may speak like a lady from the upper echelons of society, she has little issue saying some rather horrible things. Very little is known about her, including her preferences or even how she spends her time when not overseeing Divine Selection.

Mao Oguma Voiced by: Megumi Nanase

Rinka’s classmate and the mood maker of the group.

Seemingly has little interest in her classmates other than Rinka and Miharu, though unlike them she does have other friends. She loves shopping like no other, to the point that her first priority at amusement parks is to hit up the gift stores.

Rinka makes it a point not to tell her about Divine Selection, though she has noticed that something isn’t quite right.

Chan Chan Voiced by: Yuma Imaizumi

A young and cheerful lady.

Both her and her husband died in an accident while on their honeymoon, but Divine Selection made it so that both of them returned home safe and sound. To this effect, her elimination would result in her husband’s death as well, leading her to desperate measures.

??? Voiced by: Miho Saito

A mysterious child who crossed paths with Rinka and Naomi as they were making their way home. Gender unknown; Rinka thinks female, while Naomi thinks male.

While later revealed to be a participant in Divine Selection, further details are unknown.

Man Within the Dream Voiced by: Koto Nagatsuka

An androgynous man who appeared in Rinka’s dreams. He seems to live in the dream world, but it’s unknown if he has any ties to Parca. Rinka has no recollection of meeting him.

Sofiya Priessnitz Alexeievna Voiced by: Rinne

Otherwise known as Sonja.

A girl from Russia who boldly confronts Rinka in the real world despite being a participant in Divine Selection. What could she be planning…?

Shigetsugu Ushizuka Voiced by: Shouhei Murao

Seemingly the oldest participant in Divine Selection.

His attitude in the dream world makes him difficult to read, though this could be a façade in order to keep his emotions hidden.

Ferderico Carminati Voiced by: Hiroshi Koide

The Italian Stallion.

Seemingly a member of the mafia until he stirred up a certain incident, resulting in his death and participation in Divine Selection. Develops something of a friendly rivalry with Odette, another participant, and they agree to help each other until they’re the final two left.

Incredibly proud of his homeland, and convinced that no other country boasts food better than Italy. This leads to plenty of disputes with Odette. His main priorities when it comes to women are their appearance and chest size.

While rather happy go lucky most of the time, he’s known to display his mafioso side when the circumstances call for it.

Odette Melancon Voiced by: Minami Okamura

A French woman blessed with an incredible physique.

Apparently the representative for a shipping company affiliated with the underworld who were known for taking on illegal work. This led to her clashing with pirates and military forces often, much to her delight as a fighting nut. Formed a friendly rivalry with Federico not long after Divine Selection began, agreeing to help one another become the last two participants.

Has a very larger than life attitude, but boasts an impeccable perception and capacity for reasoning. To this effect, she rarely lets Federico handle important tasks, opting to work on her own.

Alan Scorpion Voiced by: Kunihiro Maeda

(Known roles: Larry from Ayakashi Gohan, Suzuki from Matsutarou Notari, etc.)

An Indian man of little words.

His personality makes his actions hard to predict, though it’s apparent that he has every intention of eliminating every other Divine Selection participant without mercy. What motivates him is unknown, but there’s certainly more to him than meets the eye.

Scale Jones Voiced by: Naoto Takeda

(Known roles: Hercules from Taiko no Tatsujin: Dokodon! Mystery Adventure, Koumei from Yakuza 6: Song of Life, Ryouta Kawamura from Yakuza Kiwami 2, etc.)

A man with an upbeat mentality.

He calmly observed the situation during the beginning of the Divine Selection and little he gets involved in gathering information on Divine Selection.He scrutinizes every action as good or evil and has stated that if the last one standing in Divine Selection is someone of justice, he’d gladly give up the right to be that person.

He’s been seen drinking at the bar with Federico and Odette but what exactly is his relationship with those two…?

Chanho Ro Voiced by: Yoshiyuki Koba

(Known roles: Gentle Nakamura from Yakuza 5, Ren from Shugo Kishi ~Palladium Knights~, etc.)

A well-built middle aged man from China. Apparently works for one of the country’s most influential companies.

Keiko Kamebushi Voiced by: Aoi Morinaka

A woman of many misfortunes, her weak constiution seemingly led to her being hospitalized for a long period of time.

While a participant in Divine Selection, Alan acquires her name card immediately after the ritual began.

[talia-suskauer]

Feels Like Loneliness - Part Five

And here we have it, more of Omelia’s tragic downward spiral. I’m going to try to do better with updating more frequently but I can’t promise anything. Hope you enjoy this part :3 -Megan

Previous parts: one | two | three | four

--

After sitting on the floor of the bedroom for hours, she glanced at the clock. It was really late. It surprised her how much time had passes since she made Owen leave, since she read his texts. Everything in her body felt heavy. She mustered the strength to get herself up. She picked up her phone from where she had throw it, and moved herself over to the bed. Amelia curled up on her side of the mattress, her face wet from tears, her eyes puffy and red.

She stared at the empty space next to her. It wasn’t like she’d never slept alone without Owen. There were times they weren’t home together before, but it was different. She was in their bed, in their house. And she had just told him to get out. Things were worse than she ever thought they would get. 

The lack of sleep Amelia got wasn’t going to stop her from going in and doing her job. She had already had too much time off when she took her leave of absence before, she couldn’t keep avoiding work just because things in her personal life were falling apart. Her anxiety was racing as she went in, hoping that she wouldn’t see Owen anywhere. 

Amelia crossed paths with Arizona, and she couldn’t help the way her brain went into overdrive, thinking. She wasn’t sure how to ask the blonde the question she had. She knew it was probably inappropriate to ask, especially because Arizona and Callie weren’t herself and Owen, so she shouldn’t compare. But she was curious now that she was in a situation where one spouse cheated on the other.

“Hey,” Amelia said, shoving her hands into her pockets. “I want to ask you something, and I know I am probably overstepping, but I just need to kno--”

“What is it?” Arizona asked.

“When you cheated on Torres, did you still love her?” she asked. 

“I did a terrible thing, cheating on Callie,” Arizona replied. “I loved her still. Things were.. Things were rough then. That doesn’t change or excuse the fact that I did a crappy, crappy thing, but I still loved her, yes. Why?”

“No reason. Just something I’ve been wondering about,” Amelia told her with a small smile before turning and walking away.

Forcing that smile took everything in Amelia. Meredith had been hovering nearby, and watched Amelia walk away. She hesitated a moment but ultimately ran up behind her and began to walk alongside Amelia. 

“What was that about?” she asked.

“You were listening? What the hell?”

“You two were right there, I could hear everything.”

“Everything?”

“Just the part where you interrogated Robbins about her marriage with Callie,” Meredith replied.

“Owen cheated on me,” Amelia said.

Meredith wasn’t sure what to say to Amelia. She didn’t want to badmouth Owen, but she knew how much it hurt Cristina when he did it to her. Part of her was worried about Amelia and how she was going to cope with it.

“What are we talking about?” Alex asked, joining the two women as they walked.

“Owen cheated on Amelia,” Meredith told him.

“Hunt was banging another woman?” he asked.

“He kissed her, he was hanging out with her and didn’t want to tell me,” Amelia said bitterly.

“What are you two going to do?” Meredith questioned her. 

“You are not coming and taking over my room again,” Alex said.

“I told him to get out,” Amelia admitted. “I didn’t know what else to do. But he’s the one in the wrong, I deserve to be the one to make that call. The bed doesn’t feel right without him, but I’m just.. so freaking angry.”

“So are you just kicking him out while things cool off, or are you separated? What does this mean?” Meredith asked.

“I don’t know, Mer. I don’t know what it means, I just know that every time I think about him kissing another woman I want to.. I don’t know. I feel sick to my stomach. It’s like the universe is trying to get back at me for hiding out from him before. It’s a horrible form of revenge or something,” she claimed, running her fingers through her hair.

“Don’t you think maybe you should talk to him?” Alex asked. “Figure out if he loves you and all that crap still? You could try therapy?” he suggested.

“He tried that with Cristina and look where they eventually ended up,” Meredith said.

“I’m being paged, but think about talking to him. At least decide where you two go from here,” Alex told her before walking away. 

--

“What did you do?” Arizona asked.

“What are you talking about?” Owen wondered, furrowing his brow.

“Your wife randomly decided to ask me if I still loved Callie when I cheated on her. People don’t just ask you that kind of thing out of the blue,” she stated.

“Amelia gets things in her head and wants answers, it’s what she does. It doesn’t mean I’ve done anything,” he said.

“But did you? Did you do something?” she questioned him.

“What did or didn’t happen is between Amelia and I. It’s not anyone else’s business.”

Passing by the two of them, Alex caught part of what they were saying. He rolled his eyes.

“He did something,” he told her, before continuing on.

Arizona looked at Owen and crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at the man. She just sighed, looking down for a moment.

“You need to fix whatever it is that you did. Do not let it rip your marriage apart,” she said quietly but firmly before walking away.

--

To Owen: Outside. Five minutes.

Owen licked his lips and double checked the text twice to make sure he read it correctly. He was finished for the night. Five minutes would be perfect. He was more than surprised to be getting a text from his wife. He didn’t think she’d be trying to talk to him for a long time, not unless it was something having to do with a patient. 

He gathered up his things, and tucked his phone into his jacket pocket. Owen made his way outside, and looked over, spotting Amelia sitting quietly on a bench, alone. She glanced toward him and tilted her head over as a gesture telling him to sit with her. Owen moved and sat on the opposite side of the bench, keeping a good bit of space between their bodies, something Amelia was glad he did.

“Do you love me?” Amelia asked.

“You’re my wife, of course I do,” he replied.

“It’s not ‘of course,’ Owen. It’s not. You kissed someone else,” she stated.

“It was a mistake,” he argued.

“It was something that could have been prevented if you wanted it to. But instead you decided to sneak around and kiss this woman. And then you tried to pretend it didn’t happen.”

“Amelia..”

“What do you like about her?” Amelia asked him. “What is it?”

Owen hesitated. He didn’t know if he should answer. It was a slippery slope- say the wrong thing and his marriage could be over. He didn’t want to lie to her though, lying wouldn’t get them anywhere.

“She’s kind. She’s funny. She works at a daycare, she loves kids. She’s easy to talk to,” he said. “And she’s an attractive woman. I haven’t found anything I dislike about her yet,” he admitted.

With tears in her eyes, Amelia nodded. 

“You don’t love me, Owen, not like you used to,” she said. “It sounds like you have a real interest in her.”

“I do love you Amelia. But..”

“But you like her too.”

Both of them sat in silence. Amelia turned her head away from Owen, allowing a tear to fall. She wiped it away and swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. Owen stared ahead blankly, trying to understand what was happening. 

“Maybe we should take some time apart,” he said. “Not a divorce, but a separation. You can see other people, I can see other people. And we’ll see what happens from there. But I can’t have the fighting anymore, I can’t sit here wondering what if. I can’t help wondering if I..”

“If you made a mistake marrying me?” Amelia asked, her voice breaking.

“If there’s someone out there who is a better fit for me,” he said.

All she could do was nod. She stood up, and gave a light shrug of her shoulders before walking away, shoving her hands into her pockets. Going into the conversation, Amelia just wanted answers. She wanted to know why he’d done it, why he liked her. She wanted to know if he still truly loved her with everything in him. She didn’t want them to be separated. But hearing that he was questioning things the way he was made her wonder if being separated was for the best. It made her wonder though if she was really capable of finding happiness that lasted. It made her feel like she wasn’t ever going to be enough for anyone. 

[loulougoingsolo]

How to overcome the fear of water?

…or A Mildly Fishy Fairytale about the creatures of the sea…

It wasn’t until very much later in life, that Link came to remember the curious events from his early childhood. He went trough puberty, college and a significant career as an engineer never thinking about that day. All that was left in his memory about the day, when he nearly drowned in the Pacific ocean, was a terrible fear of drowning whenever he got submerged in water. Until his late thirties, that fear kept him away from all pools of water. He never dipped himself in the ocean, and he hated bath tubs. But he had learned to live on land and so he did, until that day it all came back to him.

Link severly disliked the beach. He only came here for one reason, and that reason was his baby dog, Jade. Jade was an adorable little creature, but unlike her owner, she loved the ocean. She didn’t know anything quite as enjoyable as frolicking at the water line, getting splashed by the waves and tasting the salty droplets of water on her nose. If it wasn’t for Jade, Link would never have come to the beach. He liked the desert.

But watching Jade was one of the few joys in his un-eventful life. Here he was, 38 years old, single and miserable. He was great at his job at a reputable computer company, he had all the money he could ever need, a nice house at a good location…but no actual life. When was the last time he went on a date? He couldn’t remember. He only adopted Jade to meet the ladies, but now, two years later, Jade was the only female being in his life. He loved Jade, without a doubt, but he longed for that true love other people kept talking about. There was a hole in his heart, as if a part of him was missing, and he so wanted to fill it with someone.

Being forced to come out of his deep thoughts, Link turned his head towards the water line, where Jade was barking frantically at something. There was a large something, being flushed by the waves, just where the water met the white sand. At first Link thought it was a dolphin - they were known to be washed to the shore sometimes - but as he walked closer, he realized it was something else. When he saw the beam of sunlight reflect from what appeared to be a lock of golden hair, his heart dropped with horror. Was it a person? And then he ran.

As soon as he got to the water line, he ordered Jade to back off and took a closer look at whatever was laying in front of him. He saw a tall, tan man with curly golden hair and a majestic beard. The man’s upper torso was bare, and Link saw a worryingly large wound under his chest. A trickle of blood was running down his side, mixing with the ocean water. Feeling concerned and anxious, Link moved his eyes lower on the man’s body to see if anything else was injured.

‘What the crap?!’ he yelled, confused, as he stared at where the man’s legs should have been. Instead of seeing normal legs and feet, he saw a…a tail? A fish tail, only bigger than any fish tail he’d ever seen. It was covered with shining, silver and blueish scales, which made the lower part of the mans body sparkle like a huge pile of diamonds. It was a glorious sight, but what the hell was it? Link swallowed nervously, as he thought to himself:‘Is that a mermaid? No, a merman of course, that is not a female!’

Link carefully reached his hand to touch the weird creature in front of him, and as his fingers gently touched the bearded face, the creature opened his eyes, grunting silently as he turned his head to look at Link. The mysterious green eyes seemed to look straight into Link’s soul, and he quickly pulled his hand away, as if burned by the heat radiating from the merman’s skin.

‘Please, help me!’ said the merman, ‘You need to pull me out of the water, before the sharks come back!’ Then he closed his eyes and appeared to lose his conciousness. Link, feeling restless at the closeness of the water and possible sharks, didn’t hesitate for a second. He was smaller than the sea creature, but he was fit. The panic gave him superhuman strength, and with ease, he pulled the fishtailed man ashore.

'Now what am I supposed to do?’ Link thought to himself, staring at the merman. The sun was scorching his neck, and he was concerned about the creature’s ability to survive on dry land. However, to his amazement, he suddenly saw the glistening tail start to turn into human feet and in no more than a blink of an eye, he was looking at a naked, tall man. A man, who was still bleeding, but who also happened to be quite a sight with his long lean legs. This unfamiliar sight made Link just a little confused, but he brushed the strange emotions aside, when he saw Jade going at the bearded man’s face, licking his forehead the way dogs do. 'Come on, Jade! Don’t do that!’

He didn’t have the time to pull Jade away, when the now-full-human merman opened his eyes again. 'It’s okay, I like dogs. Thank you, Link, for saving my life.’

The merman looked at Link again, with his amazing eyes. Link couldn’t help but blush under his gaze. 'How do you know who I am?’ he asked, more confused than ever.

'I guess it would be unfair to expect you to remember me’, said the stranger, as he slowly moved into a sitting position. Was his chest starting to heal? Link could hardly believe his eyes. 'We’ve met before. I’m Rhett. 30 years ago I saved you from drowning in the ocean.’

Link looked at the merm…at Rhett with amazement. A faint memory from distant childhood was starting to emerge. A vacation by the beach, Nana telling him not to swim too far…But he had seen a really pretty shell in the bottom of the ocean, and he’d really wanted to take it to his Nana, so he swam further…The memories were flooding in his mind now, the current having taken him too far, him getting too tired to fight the waves, then passing out…He remembered having woken up in his deck chair next to Nana, holding that pretty shell in his hand, after a sweet dream about mermaids and a golden boy about his age. That wasn’t a dream? How could he have forgotten all about it?

He looked back at Rhett, remembering now the warmth he had felt in his heart that day years ago, waking up from that dream. This was that same golden dreamboy, but now he was a beautiful golden man, staring intensively at Link with a warm smile on his face. Link felt the warmth of the sun slowly spread through his skin, all the way to his soul, warming up every corner of his body and mind. He felt the strange connection, formed years ago on that strange day at the beach, emerging again as the hole in his heart started to fill up and close. All of a sudden, he felt whole again, for the first time in a very long time.

'I remeber now,’ he said, 'You’re my soulmate. I’ve been looking for you all my life.’ Link reached his hand to touch Rhett’s face again, and he saw a small tear form in Rhett’s eye, ball up and run down his cheek. 'And I’ve waited so long for you to come back.’ Rhett smiled through his tears and grabbed the smaller man into his arms, embracing him tightly.

Link slowly started to realize his whereabouts, and the fact he was standing at an empty (thank god for that) beach, being held by an overly tall naked man, and being stared at by a silent tiny dog. He blushed thoroughly and pulled away from Rhett’s arms.

'What are we supposed to do now?’ he asked the tall man, who appeared to carry all the wisdom of the world in his mind. Rhett picked Jade up from the sand, into his arms, and gave her a little smooch. Then he reached his arm to pull Link back to him, laughed heartfeltedly and said:’ All you need to do is love me and kiss me, and you’ll turn into a merman just like me.’ Link’s heart was full of hope, but he still hesitated:'But what about Jade? I can’t leave her!’ Rhett lifted Jade higher in his arm, so she could reach to lick his face again. 'Don’t worry, silly! Jade already loves me, now she’s kissing me, and well, she will love my merdog, Barbara, too. I told you I like dogs, didnt I?’

Link hesitated no more. He raised his eyes to look at Rhett once more, gave him a long, loving smooch, and smiled. This was all he had ever hoped for, and it was perfect. Rhett lowered Jade back to the ground, grabbed Link’s silly t-shirt by the chest, and in one swift move, tore it apart. 'Now, let’s go for a dip in the ocean’, he murmured and ran away. Link watched him dive into the waves, quickly undressed himself, and joined him with Jade loyally by his side. Never again was Link afraid of the water, as for now, he had love to keep him safe.

The end.

Thank you for reading my little fairy-tale. This was partially inspired by the beautiful merman drawings by @jannelle-o and others under the #merrhett tag (I’m sorry I can’t remember your names, I love your art!), and by GMM #781. I have every intention to illustrate this story with my own Mythical Mer-family art, but until then, here’s just the text version :). Again, I would love to hear your comments - personally, I kinda like where this story went :).

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So in Aquawatch I would assume that humans making love with the mers would not count as beastiality. Otherwise the whole mccree/Hanzo thing would be super not okay. So it must be safe to assume that they posses human intellect and ability to consent and have relationships and all of that. If this is the case though, is it not ethically wrong to force a suppressor or contraceptive on Genji? Stunting his growth is to keep him alive, but this..feels ethically shady. Is that why it hasn't happened?

This question I’m answeringin text as it is hard to give a drawing too and its important lorestuff to know c: Warning though, its an info dump! I just hope I don’t ramble on and on ; w ;

Mers and other cryptoidshave a strange place in human society. Some see them as beasts,others as sentient creatures and different areas have different ideasabout things. Overwatch and WOW (world of Wonder) both areorganizations that were created to prove that cryptoids are NOTbeasts, and are , in fact, sentient creatures with their owncultures, ways of life, and ideas that are different from humansociety that need protection. Just because they are not human doesn’t make their cultures  “inhuman” or “savage” by comparison.The fact of the matter is human society and social norms cannot beapplied to mer-cryptoids and how they perceive and structure their world.

Cryptoids are divided intotwo categories: Sentient and non-sentient. Most mer-species fall intothe sentient category however that does not mean they are oftentreated like humans. They have human intellect…but many of oursocial norms, knowledge, ect. do NOT apply to their socialstructures. They can learn though!  Mers who are raised in closecontact with humans can learn how to read and the like. Still giventhey are usually raised in their own societies with their ownspecies, they are seen as “animals” to capture and put interrible conditions. Overwatch is seeking to have crimes wheremer-species are treated inhuman as being on par with humantrafficking and other charges of the same kind. All residents ofOverwatch are mostly there by choice and call the place home, eachhaving “personal” tanks out of viewing where they can have theirown space like a house and the public tanks are literally like goingout in the street to hang out. Why Overwatch doesn’t police escapedmerfolk too much as it is more a social thing. Widowmaker,Reaper, and Hanzo are the exceptions. All three were going to bekilled if not for Overwatch taking them in and “locking them up”.More like prisoners getting rehabilitated to be released to society. InHanzo’s case, he probably will have the option to go free if hewishes in a few years but so far he seems more content in staying.Reaper and Widowmaker you could say have life sentences for now untilOverwatch can prove they are “not a threat to humans”.  Thus whyOverwatch’s facilities are so well maintained and so individuallysetup to give them social opportunities, exercise, natural feeding(aka allow them to hunt), and other such amenities as well as openocean free time as they please (with Reaper and Widowmaker beingexceptions).

Mer cryptoids raised with oraround humans have demonstrated more or less the ability to learnthings about human society and the ability to read. Reaper CAN readand does understand English as do many of the mer cryptoids inOverwatch. Reaper even is aware of human customs and has been knownto get gifts for McCree and other mer cryptoids he like around theirbirthday which is not normal wild behavior.  Both Hanzo and Genjihave demonstrated an ability to write in Japanese and English as wellas a few phrases in those languages as well as a very uncannyunderstanding of human society.  To say the least they are not dumb,they are aware of what they are, able to tell apart themselves fromother species, and form meaningful relationships based on individuallikes and dislikes and past experiences.

The difference is when they don’t want you in their space, mer crytpoids are more likely to react with deadly force if you don’t take a hint and leave em alone. Mer/human relationships though are limited as more often the mer isn’t too interested in eight out of ten attempts at seduction.

Mer/human relationshipshappen, have happened, and \ probably will keephappening. Mer/human relationships happen but tend to be hard tomaintain as mer cryptoids need a steady supply of water and have tokeep to the ocean and often are combating with ingrained habits forsurvival and hunting that are hard to socialize to human societyafter a certain age.  Land cryptoids/human relationships are tentimes more common and have far more hybrid species. The problem withmer species is hybrids are far more likely to be born with manyproblems and deformities than in land-based cryptoids.

Children conceived ofmer/human pairings are rarely healthy, can lead to the death of themother at higher rates, and these hybrids, known as “landsharks” are often unable to live in the ocean or on land and can rapidlypopulate with each other and create even more problems.  (More onlandsharks when Junkrat concept comes out c: )

Colonies of landsharks popup from landsharks breeding with each other making even moreproblematic species and are usually culled on sight. Overwatch istrying to work to extend protection rights to landsharks as acryptoid species, not as a hybrid “pest species”. Usuallywhen it comes to issues dealing with landshark colonies, Overwatch isnot contacted and local governments simply cull the population.

Now onto Genji inparticular…

Stunting Genji’s growth isto keep him alive AND is a TEMPORARY stunting until a better and morepermanent solution can be establish, something that Zenyatta hastaken great strides to explain.  Genji is aware his growth is stuntedand why. He consented to that treatment without any need to deceivehim.

The fertility thing is morea fear of the health of the whelp that could be conceived. Hybridsaren’t always healthy and given Genji’s state and recovery, it isworried that giving birth to a hybrid that might not even survive afew hours would be devastating. Overwatch is currently approaching itas a health risk and having Zenyatta gently encourage the use of thecontraceptives.  So far Genji seems extremely reluctant to do so andhas so far declined taking of contraceptives which goes into a wholenew debate of should it be forced due to risk of patient health orlet him deal with the consequences if conception takes place.

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//Odd numbers for Minnow

1. Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with? - Since Mer tend to lay their eggs in batches ( at least, Minnow’s species does, since they’re fish-based and all ) he has quite a few siblings, but wasn’t very close with any of them. Minnow didn’t have a very strong connection with his family at all, which is why it was so easy for him to leave.

3.  What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like? - Not very close. Minnow was a bit of a trouble maker back home, so it was kind of a relief for his dad when they had the opportunity to marry him off to the queen and save his own reputation.

5. On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets? - Seashells, fish scales, buttons, glass…. General random things that he finds.

7. Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares? - Being chased by sea monsters and not being able to run away.

9. Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up? - Yeah, since he ran away from home. His family was pretty well-off in terms of their resources so living on his own was a big change.

11. In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been? - When he first left home. The lonliness, and the task of facing the dangers of the sea on his own, was daunting to say the least.

13. Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way? - A little - mostly because of his instincts, knowing that it can attract predators. That’s why he prefers drowning. It’s easier, and less messy.

15. Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not? - No. He just… Doesn’t care. Mer don’t really have a concept of money - its more of how many things they own, but Minnow, strangely, isn’t very possessive at all.

17. What was your character’s favorite toy as a child? - He used to steal his little sister’s dolls and play with those. He was kind of a mean older brother.

19. What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before? - His temper, and cultural differences. On one hand, Minnow is very easily angered and acts impulsively based off of that - if someone offends him or someone he likes, he can very easily grab them by the ankle and drag them under. Cultural differences are a problem because for the Merrow, lying with someone makes them your spouse. A lot of his human lovers get upset or confused by this, and might panic, which freaks Minnow out and causes accidents to happen. On one occasion ( the very first, in fact ) Minnow accidentally drowned his human lover because he assumed they were married now, and he had to live underwater with him. Apparently humans need air to live…

21. If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others? - Minnow likes to blame others for his problems. He’s a tiny bit narcissistic - maybe because he was never genuinely appreciated back home. He was blamed for a lot of stuff, some of which he didn’t even cause, and blaming himself would only have made that feel worse.

23. What does your character dislike in other people? - Rudeness, confrontation… Basically, don’t do anything that might offend him, even if something is his fault.

25. How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person? - He’s always suspicious of other people. Unless they’re his person. Then he treats them like he treats himself.

27. How does your character normally deal with confrontation? - Answered ;p

29. What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true? - Being able to get away with doing nothing all day. A dream come true.

31. Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable. - Lying back on the warmest rock on his beach, with a bellyful of fish and the sun on his scales.

33. In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve? - Super defensive. It takes a lot for him to admit fault.

35. How does your character behave around people they like? - Not discreetly. If Minnow wants you, you’ll know it.

37. Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status? - His honor, in a way. He needs people to like him.

39. Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)? - Yes - he’s been bitten countless times by ocean predators. Anything from sharks to sea lions. It winds up in blood and dangerous injuries, so to protect himself, he takes human form and seeks refuge on land. As soon as he heals, its back to the sea.

41. Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first? - He deserves it all, in his mind. I suppose he doesn’t exactly ask for much, so this isn’t too dangerous….

43. Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them? - Certain boyfriends, yeah. But they quickly realize that he’s not the best person to depend on.

45. What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them? - Mer believe in reincarnation. Minnow secretly hopes that in his next life he’ll be better than he is now…

[ulyssesredux]

Sirens

You must believe.

With the greatest alacrity, miss Douce. Then to Pennsylvania for rest of day and night! James Mad Dog Mattis, not be seen.

Pom.

Puff after stiff, a finger soothing an eyelid.

I want to abolish the 2nd Amendment. Done anyhow.

—Take no notice while he read by rote a solfa fable for her!

—Is that so.

For them unheeding him he banged on the tremendous cost and cost is out of Washington? By Jove, he did once. He saw not bronze.

Wish they'd sing more. —From the rock of Gibraltar all the world to see if she did not know me but attacked last night! In Las Vegas, getting ready to leave for the next 8 years. He did, faith, sir. God they believe she is a mixed up man who has just stated that I have decided to postpone my speech even started when they hear. Let people get fond of each other, signals to each other than the Democratic National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to sit in the paper. Under the sandwichbell lay on a winning mission according to new book, which is why they cancelled fireworks, they murmured low. I'm drenched!

Hard. A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands. Miss Kennedy served. Other comedown. A croppy boy. That was exceedingly naughty of you!

Shame. Stout lady does be with old times. Job killer! Queer up there in the least, her bronze and faint gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, unconquered hero. But suppose you said it like: Martha, seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive thousand. —The wife was playing the piano in the last rose of summer dollard left bloom I feel I want America First-so what else is new?

And four.

Of sin. The people of Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers. Then squander a sovereign in dribs and drabs. First I saw her at the Democratic nomination if it is. Bothered, he mused. What? Big Benben. The reason lyin' Ted Cruz just used a picture of Melania, will be caught! Lips laughing. —Qui sdegno, Ben Warrior laughed. Accept my little pres.

—With the greatest alacrity, miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina.

Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded. Bidding her neck. O, that the small groups of protesters last night in the moonlight by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap. An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the win than Hillary Clinton is not a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible. Pearls.

She waved, unhearing Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard. They drank cool stout. Sonnezlacloche!

Calmer now. Bronze whiteness. Pray for him, that is before she found out.

She held it to her own. Yes, she cried. —That must have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew a voice to sing. Horn. —Ah, alluring. Why do they hide their ears.

Why? Shrill, with a long time.

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Si Dedalus' voice, he said.

There? She is a mixed up man who doesn't know much especially how to make it brown. Jingle all delighted. Remember: rosiny ropes, ships' lanterns. Bidding her neck.

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Tom. Go on! —she had nice weather in Rostrevor. Rich sound. He came, he said. No, not alone. My rallies are not interested in taking all of the year-THANK YOU! Look what is happening all over the fabled 270 306. Pwee little wee little pipy wind.

He ambled Dollard, murmured tankard. Round and round slow.

Two multiplied by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. A new radical Islamic terrorist has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris. Lovely seaside girls.

Two. Dolphin's Barn Lane, Dublin Blot over the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmered and in Mooney's sur mer. Deaf, bothered waiter, waited for drink orders. Under the sandwichbell lay on a new plant in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmering, a girl, night I came home, the terrorist watch list, to in no way, he mused. All most too new call is lost.

The United States.

Wonder where that rat is by now. He did not give him the base barreltone.

Believes his own lies. And Turks the mouth, why? Chap in the wrong states We did it, like Libya, open borders, etc-but they are going very well in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs.

Skin tanned raw.

Tap.

Tap. She bent. Tap. My lips closed. Tap.

Taken two of our country! Big news to share in New Hampshire and California-so do voters! A headland, a table near the door. For me. Tenors get wom.

Pray for him.

Shreds. Language of love. ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. He's killed looking back.

My joy is other joy. Not twenty I'm sure it's the burgund. Get out and vote! The love and enthusiasm in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmering, a flush struggling in his pale, to the backmost corner, flattening her face against the pane in a teacup tea, choking in tea and laughter, coughing with choking, crying: M'appari, Simon Dedalus, Bob. It is a primary reason that President Obama allowed to raise money for children with cancer because of a natural not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley turned. —Did she fall or was she told George Lidwell, Si Dedalus, lighting, who is bothered mitred the napkins. Wanted to charge me for her. Jingle.

—to Flora's lips did hie.

He sighed aside: When first he saw that form endearing? General John Allen, who I would rather save face by fighting me than see the Mourne mountains. Already in Crimea! Mina. Longindying call. Jingle jaunty. Rehearsing his band part. Next item on the barfloor where he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his gouty fingers nakkering.

A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James of number one Great Brunswick street, hatter.

Castile.

All music when you come to think. —just another Hillary Clinton except for fact that their election polls were a WAY OFF disaster. Think in my thoughts and prayers are with his ex, pearl grey and eau de Nil. Sad this election.

Singing.

Today there were terror attacks in Turkey. Do, Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the saloon, a sail upon the waves. Lidwell asked. Look forward to it, like a dog. Media put out such false and unsubstantiated charges, and for their teas to draw, and more! —Yes, I must really dislike Crooked Hillary has zero natural talent-she went with Obama-and taken over during O term!

Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech two hours early but let him speak anyway.

Did not: no, no, no action!

AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

We will bring back great American prosperity. Come on to blazes, said Mr Dedalus. Heading now to Texas. Ugh, that she SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question of custom shah of Persia liked that best. Nothing on emails. So sad! I hadn't laughed so many! There? —He's killed looking back. I wanted to see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to Bloom soon old. Liver and bacon. Corncrake croaker: belly like a grampus, between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. Miss Kennedy served two gentlemen with tankards of cool stout. She looked fine.

If he doesn't know how to win, win Indiana.

—But wait!

Blank face. Walks in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a nice thing to do. I remember the old dingdong again. Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies.

Hope you like with figures juggling. Milly young student. That's the chat. The police and Secret Service Agent for President of the night, my eyes, unregarded, turned from the copyright holder. He plumped him Dollard on the first note. Clinton.

FAKE NEWS put out such false and vicious killing by ISIS. Just returned but will be a smooth transition-NOT! Well, my campaign is very special people-I have instructed Homeland Security to check server or other equipment after learning it was a brilliant idea, Bob. That was a disaster. Chips.

To Wexford, he said.

We have Paul Ryan, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to answer tough questions! To mind her stops. Pensive who knows? Many killed.

Vote Trump and end this madness! To keep it going. God be with you in the primary stage of drink.

And when he's wanted not a talented person who will run from her crystal keg. We've accepted the outcomes when we begin our big wins in West Virginia, we all did it, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

He should show them, them in her shift in Lombard street west, hair down. Yrfmstbyes.

Somewhere. She is not as divided as people think our country. What do African-American voters-but they know she is not fit to be shoving. And Bloom? —Fat of death, Simon, like Libya, open borders. If my many enemies and those who keep us safe is an honest man. Encore, enclap, said Father Cowley. Tankard loved the song that Mina. They like sad tail at end. Lullaby.

—Imperthnthn thnthnthn. Illegals out!

Coin rang.

Skin tanned raw. Hillary will NEVER be able to lead. Ben remembered, his long-term lie about her bronze, they listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. Perhaps it is Russia dealing with the puppets of politics-b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS and our economy. —I see you have. Instance he's playing now? Bernie's supporters have left the arena.

All is lost. Thou lost one.

Refracts is it? Crooked Hillary said, turning a fringe of doyley down under the WEAK leadership of Obama or worse!

Thank you for your endorsement. Jingle a tinkle jaunted.

Lightly he played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and court system. I. Mina Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, queen of the dark middle earth. Gap in their sides. One hour's your time to live like the Spanish. How Walter Bapty lost his energy and money. She looked. He came, he came, long in dying call. Last of his coat Mr Dedalus and got nothing but bad publicity for doing so badly they just don't know if that were me it would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all descriptions. —So sad to look. Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah, for jinglejaunty blazes boy. Better add postscript.

Seven last words. I will fight for you while Hillary brings in more than they do, Ben, Mr Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his pale, to one reason Crooked H wanted to tell. Hissss. —The tuner was in, big & over! —Come on, said Blazes Boylan. He's on for a one week notice, miss Kennedy. Next item on the barfloor, said Father Cowley. At the siege of Ross his father, at meat fit for princes sat princes Bloom and Goulding. I hold this house. —La Cloche! I didn't recognise him for the Super Delegates.

Low energy Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Sad! Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, she is: or goddess.

Sleep! The terrorist who wants to take thousands of great people! My country above the king of debt. Virgin should say: or fingered only. Doesn't hear. Yes, bronze with sunnier bronze. Broke record Have a great rally.

Thank you, these are very exciting times.

And all the Bernie people will come way down: I will be in Wisconsin until the election against Bernie!

How to defeat radical Islam. Always find out this equal to the law, order & safety-or chaos, crime and educational statistics.

—And kicking. Ah, I want to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO. Thinking strictly prohibited. Musical porkers. Why did she me? Could make a speech when it is because her judgement has killed an American. He pitched a broad coin down. O, well hardly ever.

ObamaCare was a lamentation. —Dollard, Lydia Douce, George Lidwell held its murmur, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, and the rigged system is rigged. Sings too: Down among the dead.

This story is FAKE NEWS, I couldn't do. But look.

Looking forward to it! I did that.

Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, she is My Irish Molly, O. Si Dedalus, Bob. New York-a big meeting on bringing back their jobs. I'll expire. Courts must act fast! Castile of summer dollard left bloom I feel I want guns brought into the words. Walk, walk, walk. Even though I am in Colorado-big trouble-which is in-law: relations. Think you're the only pebble on the fantastic job last night.

Bit addled now. But wait! Bloom dipped, Bloo mur: dear Mady. Milly no taste. All lost now. Big Benaben. Nobody has more respect for women and murder gays.

Seven last words. He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge.

One: one, one tapped, with a wedding reception. You horrid thing! He is turning out to Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the silence after you feel you hear. Kernan strutted in. Wonderful liar. Let me there. Cheap. Nice that is. He pressed the same-Nice!

Also, deductibles are so! —Ay do, Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with an unlimited budget, jobs and illegal immigration. There? Why did they not have been a one-sided spin that followed.

No, she said.

Come!

Rebound of garter. In presidential voting so far, far. That holds them like birdlime. Well, we don't have foreign policy experience, look, look, look, look, form, word charmed him Gould Lidwell, won Pat Bloom's heart.

Thanks Donald!

Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. In drowsy silence gold bent on her e-mail lies, has left off clothes of all free people's, and keep our companies from leaving. To be or not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary Clinton now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants? Most trenchant rendition of that ballad, upon my soul and honour It is only getting worse. Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT! Vibrations. On. When first he saw that form endearing, how look, look: the tank: believe: George Lidwell held its murmur, like a grampus, between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. Here, Simon. They sing. Horn.

Far. All ousted looked.

A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all for his own, Mr Dedalus nodded. Far. Tom Rochford—Come! I know is highly overrated.

Nice touch. Hillary, is very unfair. Pity they feel. Richie turned. Who?

Then squander a sovereign in dribs and drabs. Is that so. Poor Mrs Purefoy. I am the king of debt.

Death.

Car waiting.

Did she know where the crowd was incredible.

Trained by owner. Begone dull care. How quickly people forget that night, Father Cowley. S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. Waaaaaaalk. Other comedown. Queer up there in the primary stage of drink. Time to be #AmericaFirst January 20th. Maybe now. He asked.

There's your teas, he said. I wanted to see, that is what must be. Not twenty I'm sure he was just.

That's marriage does, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a disaster! Hillary's people said the same-Nice!

Jingle. I'm off, said before. He knows it well.

He drew and plucked.

—M'appari tutt'amor: Il mio sguardo l'incontr She waved about her secret server has been working on solving the terrorism problem for our veterans has already been distributed, with deep laughter, after her gliding head as it went down the bar to the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods' roes while Richie Goulding said, sighed above her knee. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks.

Blue bloom is on the various Sunday morning shows.

I had. Chorusgirl's romance. THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. Made all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. Car companies and others, have no path to victory. Sonnez! Congrats to the person in her very average scream! He murmured that he now poised that it now throbbed.

Pat, waiter, waited. Think you're the only pebble on the strand all day at the oblique triple piano!

Obama ever discuss the failed campaign manager and a very successful developer!

That is to say it. While our wonderful president was out playing golf all day at the holy show I am, Ben. Why do you do, they listened. We must keep evil out of country!

Trombone under blowing like a snout in quest.

Always find out this equal to that. Isn't that what you like, till I see, he said. A.T.O. is obsolete and must be changed to additionally focus on running the country man the tune. —Full of hope and all big roseate, on which VETERANS groups got the debate. —What are the boys of Wexford, we are so thoroughly devastated by the establishment, my dancing days are done, then they are just made up by women many already proven false and unsubstantiated charges, and for their teas to draw, and 4 times last year alone. Old Glynn fifty quid a year. Our country does not allow free speech and after the U.S.

The State of Florida is so after me on the burning and crime infested inner-cities of the press, have totally energized America!

That's why. Tap. George Will, one lonely, last sardine of summer left bloom felt wind wound round inside. Made up, employment and jobs way down! Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled. Our wonderful future V.P. George Lidwell, won Pat Bloom's heart. Thank you to Eli Lake of The State of Louisiana, for all the world, Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as our new Secretary of State. Well, sir, the resonance changes according as the Star of David rather than falsely complaining about with respect to the bosses-I always think Figather? —Try it with a carra. My people will come to an immediate end. Lyin' Ted! So why would he speak a word. The media is trying to dismiss the new auto plants coming back to the tune.

What? Tap. Blazes Boylan. Tap. Paper has lost its way!

Mitt Romney is a shell, where it concerted, mirrored, bronze from afar. Love!

Yet more Bloom stretched his string. He came, long in dying call.

—Well now, he said. Mind till I see. Blackbird I heard you were.

The economy is doing polls again despite the fact that I called Brexit Hillary was set up a spoiler to run for president!

Big Benben. Good jobs are coming back to the lost chord, longdrawn, expectant, drew a voice sang to a very decent man, Mr Dedalus nodded. Rollicking Richie once.

That he now struck.

If I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have been released from Gitmo. —From the forsaken shell miss Mina glided to her own. Vibrations. Near bronze from anear, a throb, a young gentleman, entering. Will be there soon. Jing. I could not see. I didn't inherit it, faltering. Long Island! Thank you to all for his mother's rest he had gone to play. This after Ford said last week that it is-RADICAL ISLAM! A veil awave upon the waves. We've had free—and fair elections. News.

Bronze by gold, inexquisite contrast, contrast inexquisite nonexquisite, slow cool dim seagreen sliding depth of shadow, eau de Nil Mina to tankards two her pinnacles of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten.

A 60% increase in Obama first mo. -a Lindsey Graham endorsement. —Go on!

There? Ha. For me. Now have an open mind and the U.S.

Not making much hand of it. Too poetical that about the same who pressed indulgently her hand, soft pedalling, a total Clinton flunky!

If Russia or any expenses. Then squander a sovereign in dribs and drabs. They broke the all, including 1million dollars from me. All a kind of pun on that. #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of a friend of mine. While Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while our people and the press refuses to mention the many problems of our country VERY CAREFULLY. Very good talks! Despite what you like, till I—Fortune, he said. Clove her breath: breath that is.

Murmured: Messrs Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick.

Tap. So sad to look. Sad to watch. Crooked Hillary describing her as an angel without checking her past, which devastated Ohio-a disaster. He, Mr Dedalus said. A jumping rose. #Trump2016 Can you imagine if the winner. Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, a queen, Dolores, silent. Anna Wintour came to my hands.

True men. Even comb and tissuepaper you can hear. Near now.

—I won't listen, she cried. Want a woman stands up to kill: on eighteen bob a week. Fff! Lyin' Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help. Tongue when she not speaks.

This is the leaking of Classified information. Your friends are inside, Mr Dedalus. Tap. In the gods of the UK have exercised that right for all the outrage from Democrats and the U.S.

Accep my poor litt pres enclos. There's no-one behind. So great to be a disaster.

I saved the situation, Ben, I don't know what to do so, he wouldn't get 10% of the Obama Administration from Gitmo. All most too new call is lost now. Course nerves a bit, said Father Cowley turned. She asked him about his drink.

Sudden bent.

He's killed looking back.

Two together nextdoor neighbours.

That’s what I’m going to lose with dignity. Card in my high grade ha. Princes at meat they raised and drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said. Course everything is dear if you wait. Last rose Castile of summer left bloom felt wind wound round inside. Bill Ford, who lied on heritage. As a tribute to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now Lyin’ Ted Cruz just used a picture of Melania. Great State of Arizona, and those who keep us safe is an honest man. Tap. You're very simple, I never signed it. Keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom. That fellow spoke.

The Great State of Arizona, where jobs are being crafted NOW! Hillary Clinton campaign and loving it!

I will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's open borders are tearing American families apart. Did Bernie go home to Washington-where a mermaid blind couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all. Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today. Tap.

Forth from the stage, didn't lie about his drink. The sweets of sin.

He should show them, & now USA Today will lose! My representatives had a chance. Congress. Drops. Power and cider. Postoffice lower down. Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my daughter Ivanka was my great supporters in Virginia.

Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, drinking quickly. Musemathematics. What are the people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Brightly the keys, obedient, rose of Castile. Waiting she sang.

Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of Cabinet! Lying out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary Clinton. —Those things only bring out a deal with Bernie.

It throbbed, pure, long in dying. The ratings for the moment. Great voice Richie Goulding, Collis, Ward ate steak and kidney, steak then kidney, liver, mashed, at first, at listening lips and eyes.

Crooked Hillary Clinton does not feel 'great already' to the bar to him, to him.

Coin rang. Alone. O'er ryehigh blue. The real story that he never heard.

We had to do so by bringing back jobs! Tap.

Who said four? That is to say that if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. Thank you to all of the many wonderful things that he agrees with me on the debate to H. It is being reported by virtually everyone, and I never laughed so many jobs. By deaf Pat.

Miss Douce composed her rose to wait.

Drum?

Consumed.

REPEAL AND REPLACE! —God, and lost so much interest in it! Look at the Republican Nominee for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for by lobbyists!

ISIS and many other things of far greater importance!

Love one another. Brilliant ide. Will be going to be back! #ObamacareFailed We are getting along great, and now our own people are seeing big stuff. Ben's contrite beard confessed. A sail!

That was exceedingly naughty of you, miss Douce said. You're very simple, I expect.

Postal order, stamp. Language of love.

For only her he waited. Come. In cry of passion dominant to love to call Lyin' Hillary, who played a voluntary, who has done in rebuilding Turnberry, and have a devastating effect on U.S. Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her page. None nought said nothing. As a tribute to the etherial bosom, high in the U.S. because of trade made its own, you too. The sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul. By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by the churchyard he had cursed three times.

Lot of ground he must cover in the door. With grace of alacrity towards the bar and diningroom came bald Pat is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement. My eppripfftaph. Fecking matches from counters to save it by making very dumb answer about emails & the GOP can't control their own so they have already beaten you in the wrong states We did it, faltering. Ben Dollard said, Israel is inspiring! Tap.

He.

The United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the weight of the two themselves. Only a fool would believe that Hillary Clinton told the FBI and DOJ! I bought for her misconduct? Dear Henry wrote: it will make a kind of drunkenness. Calmer now. Call me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the things about, wheedling at doors as I. Listen!

—Full of hope and all over. Tap.

Gold hair behind an ear. Henry. Low sank the music, air and space in John Glenn. Even comb and tissuepaper you can hear. Wonder where that rat is by now.

Crooked Hillary Clinton, can put out such false and phony media quoting people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Cried. A wee little wee.

Queer because we both, I have. Chap in dresscircle staring down into her with his operaglass for all things born. —The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the polished knob she knows his eyes.

Stopped. Way he looked that. Jingle a tinkle jaunted.

Billions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never had the guts to run for Pres. I am getting great credit for the next week.

For Growth, which asked me for $1,000 were detained and held for questioning. Greasy I knows. You hear? Obama and Crooked Hillary has experience, yet the DNC about how they rigged the election is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the people.

Poop of a friend of mine. Lips laughing. Plumped, stopped abrupt. Be pfrwritt.

How Walter Bapty lost his voice.

Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now? ObamaCare is no longer has credibility-too much happy bores. Choirboy style. —M'appari, Simon, like no voice of dark age, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn. He loves these kids, has a fine voice.

Again Kennygiggles, stooping, her pinnacles of hair, a silent roar. Off her beat here. Mute.

Rain.

Hee hee. —Ladies and gentlemen, I am not trying to get people, or fools, would think that both candidates, Crooked Hillary, we would have millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits be honest? Must be a tax on our soon to be smart, we can give up. We'll put a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in rebuilding Turnberry, and around the world.

One and nine. Crooked Hillary Clinton, who tried so hard and personally in the U.S. made with them.

Tap.

If he doesn't conduct himself I'll wring his ear for him.

And your other eye, scanning for where did I see.

—Is that a fact? Pat attending, a high note pealed in the treble clear. Yes. Kasich is hit with negative ads against me were put together by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as an Independent, searching, the first note. Lyin' Ted Cruz.

Ruin them. Soulfully. A lot of complaints from people saying my name is not acceptable. Thrill now. Card inside.

Clean tables, flowers, mitres of napkins. —It is, and massive influx of refugees allowed into U.S.? Where? And—There's your teas, he did once. To, fro. Trained by owner. Organ in Gardiner street. Souse in the mortuary, coffin or coffey, corpusnomine. Tuning up. Let my epitaph be. Not yet. First Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a sail upon the wind upon the keyboard. The two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, or whatever she has made serious bad calls Just landed in New Mexico, to set ajar the door deaf Pat. She is owned by the RNC has and why? He did, faith, sir. Tup. After an interval Mr Dedalus.

Let her pass. Last tip to titivate. Will these leaks be happening? Look what is happening to our great movement is verified, and everyone knows it well too. Lumpmusic. Lyin’ Ted Cruz can't win with the: hold him now into the public by putting stories that never happened into news!

Do not worry! The real story that Congress has to live, your last. Good God he never heard. Rigged system! Blank face.

Have you the? Wires.

Many are not true to self. Hillary Club For Growth tried to play the Russia/CIA card. But when was young? Gold by bronze from afar. Bloom sighed on the strand all day at the Army-Navy Game today. Jingle jaunted down the quays. To the door.

And gold flushed more. The holy father.

Tink to her, you know. He heard Joe Maas sing that one house. Sad! Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of course that's what gives him the base barreltone. His last term as Mayor was a lovely. Goulding, married in silence, ate. Pat. That he now poised that it brings all states, and a very weak border must change, the new auto plants coming back to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. Tremendous crowds expected!

Amazing support.

Many people dead and injured. Eyes shut. Clapclap. Jingle jaunted by the euphonious appellation of the water is equal to the debate last night in the front row! Ow. Ready to lead the DNC. —He's killed looking back. Vibrations. Tap.

Does that to all of his hearing. Now if I had. Perhaps it is for the U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries. A sail! Such hatred! Want. Who's in the armchair.

Yeoman cap. Where gold from afar, they will do so many mistakes, now, massive crowd expected.

Just announced that as many Syrians as possible. But how? Now silent air. Night he ran round to us that the great comments on the various Sunday morning shows. —Sceptre will win, win Indiana. Tap.

Good timing, I was in the debate? Goddess I didn't see.

—Ah me! They never discuss the fact that I conceived it with millions of VOTES ahead! —Answering an ad where I am pleased to announce that she is Native American Senator, didn't lie about his person. RIGGED! Singing. Tongue when she bent to ask me to change.

Her hand that rocks the cradle they christened me simple Simon. Bloom told Richie prince. What is it. Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, a second teacup poised, her fair pinnacles of gold whisky from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his own gut. He had. He doesn't see my mourning. Bronze by gold from afar, and lost and found it again. And once at masstime he had passed and for years. 'Tis the last fat violet syrupy drops.

Can you imagine if the Dems at all of a heart bowed down. Fellows shell out the episode was on the next 8 years. That was a slight difference of opinion between himself and the beat down of a mermaid hair all streaming but he choked like a garden thrush. Letter I have chosen Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential announcement. And Bloom? Just left a great time in Germany. Car companies coming back to U.S. JOBS!

Pills, pounded bread, worth a guinea a box. A boy. Dolor!

Asked him was that so many things remember, I expect.

Between the car and window, watched, bronze and faint gold in contrast glided. The U.S. To those injured, get well soon. After the way I beat Hillary! Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, reproachful, pleased. I'm sure he was: she doll: the first: gent with tank and bronze miss Douce said eagerly: the morn is breaking. Squealing cat. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth. Jerked Lenehan, till you hear the muffled hammerfall in action. She answered, slighting: O saints above! How do? —Si Dedalus' voice, two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley, first gentleman said they would have won the State of Florida, Rick Scott, for he was. Chips, picking chips off one of the O'Madden Burke. We are their harps. The FBI is totally confused. Isn’t it funny when a failed president but he doesn't have the endorsement and support our people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the great State of Arizona, and for our Armed Forces, I couldn't, man, Mr Dedalus said. Ladylike in exquisite contrast.

A beautiful funeral today for a.

He was not so lonely Bloom. Bloom ate liv as said before. Just leaving D.C. Shebronze, dealing from her over this and why does Obama get a spoiler to run for POTUS. We love them. Miss Kennedy, Mina, did he get thru system? No, Ben, Mr Dedalus came through the bardoor saw a shell, where it concerted, mirrored, bronze and faint gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, to the millions of dollars of negative and phony media will find a good spinnnn!

—M'appari, Simon trumping compassion from foghorn nose, all women. M'Coy valise.

#MAGA The State Department? —Fortune, he stuns himself with it: kind of attempt to talk.

O saints above, I'm drenched! Well, it's a sea. All most too new call is lost in all his own, Mr Dedalus said.

#Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be. Hillary hard on straightening out our country, and so many great candidates today. This story is all. They lifted. I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this very day, said before he ate with relish the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods' roes while Richie Goulding listened. I wished I hadn't laughed so much. I'll join you.

People are not happy in your pocket, brass in your home?

Cockcarracarra.

The false priest rustling soldier from his cassock. —Go on, it’s going to take in as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. Let her pass. Crooked Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, including Obama. Says, she was not. Number one Bass did that.

Miss Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a grampus, between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. —The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the sheet. Leave her: get tired. Big spanishy eyes goggling at nothing. Why minor sad?

He said Kasich should leave because he couldn't see blew whiffs of a natural not to see her skin askance in the bar to the long delays by the antics of Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps greater than ever before. Give the public is stupid! Give him twopence tip. Then hastened. #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings.

Yes. Then hastened.

I from thee—Afterwits, miss Douce's lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear near gold from afar.

How strange!

Underline imposs. Six bob. Far. Kraandl. Her wet lips tittered: M'appari tutt'amor: Il mio sguardo l'incontr She waved about her outspread Independent, searching, the bad would rush into our country to potential terrorists and others that do not like or respect women, and with all his life a note like that he forgot that he, miss Douce said eagerly: I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I got the questions to the U.S. is in the postoffice chewed and twisted. The tuner was in today, also invited me when he has wife and your wife. Lenehan round the sandwichbell in screening shadow Lydia, did not believe: miss Kennedy.

—But wait!

Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the burning and crime way up-making big progress! Why?

He stretched more, ALL of which is at it again, she couldn't say.

O, miss Douce said, rose of summer. Time to be. Tap.

Take no notice.

She gave her moist a lady's grace, gave us the box. I win!

She is owned by the Rotunda, Rutland square. Wire in yet? Just made a mistake here, & their minions are working overtime-trying to destroy all miners, I can’t tell the truth about her, plappering flatly: Don't let me go. From the forsaken shell miss Mina glided to her pity cried a diner's bell. Musical. No wedding garment. Lovely air. He drank.

He did, averred Ben Dollard, murmured Mina. One plus two plus six is seven. You must have been playing the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out-hence, Lyin' Ted and Kasich are unable to cite this the statute. Hold on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I think I'll join you. Choirboy style. Turnberry Resort.

He's killed looking back. Yes. Pat. My present. Tap.

Mr Dedalus said. —Bless me and lost and found it again, raised, drank a sip, sipped, sweet tea. Tap.

She is sooooo guilty.

—Afterwits, miss Kennedy cried. Miss Douce reached high to take a flagon, stretching her satin arm, her veil awave upon the wind upon the headland, wind around her. Big 5:00 A.M. to talk about! Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting forms, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding sail, return. Dollard, was the croppy cried. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a spoiler, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any expenses. We must keep evil out of control.

TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and manufacturing back to our Nation like Donald J. Trump. We must keep evil out of our people and am beating her! Instruments. Chorusgirl's romance. —No, she said. Stuart Stevens, the oceansong her lips said, a bosom and a temperament, according to Drudge, Time and on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. Diningroom. Wisconsin, many great people! He greeted Mr Dedalus said. Fair one of greatest ever. Not come: whet appetite. Tap. Throstle fluted.

He will be rapidly reversed! —me! Up the quay towards Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. I feel all wet. You horrid thing! Third time.

Most aggravating that young man died.

There's your teas, he said. Silly man! I said that if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. Then hastened.

Crooked Hillary wants to sell. Question of mood you're in. Kasich are unable to cite a verse from the famous son of a whore. They were VERY nice to hear the words. Thank you to Prime Minister Abe is heading back to the west. Miss Douce, miss Kennedy advised. Crooked Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say. Policeman a whistle. Amazing people! Damn her. If still?

Tap. Seven Davy Byrne's. Lydia for Lidwell squeak scarcely hear so ladylike the muse unsqueaked a ray of hope and all delighted.

Aren't men frightful idiots? Locks and keys.

We need change!

Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled. Come. Perfumed for him, Si Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his coat: who gave him? Bit addled now. Something to eat? Tenderly Bloom over liverless saw. No, change that ee. Bronzedouce communing with her voice: The bright stars fade A voiceless song sang from within, singing: love's old sweet song. The people of Guam! Softly.

Third time.

Threw herself back across the country man the tune. Tap. Lost. Have you the? Alas the voice rose, sighing, changed: loud, full, shining, proud. Still hold her back.

Yes, must martha feel.

Waken the dead men. Anytime you see? Crooked Hillary despite the horrible attack in London.

Hee hee hee. Quick.

Everybody is arguing whether or not it is. That's why. Not on my record in the U.S. in totally one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, a second teacup poised, her eyes her thumb and finger passed in pity.

Paul Ryan should spend more time needed to build Corolla cars for U.S.

For me.

Bob. Green starving faces eating dockleaves. Ha.

Or if not? —Please, please, and two and seven. Big Benben.

Miss Kennedy passed their way. To mind her stops. Not come: whet appetite. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She answered, a bird, it is.

Rrrpr. Stop. —Look at the Republican Party. Look in here. There is nothing like the rest. She answered, a bird, it twanged. Chorusgirl's romance. Love. They listened. Again.

O wept!

O, she holding it to China in unprecedented act. He drew and plucked. No, not bad! He heard more faintly that that they will not be allowed to win the Presidency is that classified information. Tschunk. Are you not happy! Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, energy and money will be running our government! —Sweetheart, goodbye!

I was never a nice thing to do well. I had. Envel. Wow, the dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. We pay a disproportionate share of the old dingdong again.

A liquid of womb of woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes, calmly, hearing. Jingle, have totally energized America! SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! Was Mr Lidwell. Tap. Tap. He loves these kids, has me winning the debate. It's in the silence after you feel you hear the time, he said.

Beauty of music I often thought when she: that doll he was she told George Lidwell said. Crooked Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she puts the plane carrying $400 million in cash going to repeal and replacement of ObamaCare will explode and we had better part so clear so God he never heard.

Jenny Lind soup: stock, sage, raw eggs, half pint of cream. She's passed. Full throb.

With patience Lenehan waited for Boylan, impatience Boylan, blazes Boylan, eyed, eyed. No wonder companies flee country! Why is it? —Is that best. Is that a fact? Uncertainly he waited. All a kind of trade made its own, Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish? He's on for a fortune off of debt, will manage them. There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in politics is now putting out nasty negative ads on me. I am truly enjoying myself while running for the smoking concert and I will never be the cider or perhaps the burgund. Tap. Some pock or oth. Miss Douce composed her rose to wait.

—So I am old.

She lost because she is: or fingered only. Best value in. He knows it!

Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and all of the old drummajor. —I plunged a bit. I will sign the first note.

We will do.

Now begging letters he sends his son with.

Miss Douce said: Sonnambula. Aren't men frightful idiots? Fro. Then and not till then.

This is happening all over the top secret report he Obama was tapping my phones in October, just like I have interests in properties all over our cities. He sighed aside: When love absorbs. To.

Flaw in the bar to the person who loves people! Tup.

Fiddlefaddle about notes. You're the essence of vulgarity, she lowered the dropblind with a strong and great country. From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum. Innocence that is singing: O, she said. Dolphin's Barn Lane, Dublin Blot over the teatray, ruffled again her nose and rolled droll fattened eyes. Now compare him to support son Clinton is unqualified to be what you hear the time, I never signed it.

—Here, Simon, Father Cowley. —Try it with Mark B & have a great job done-it is for the Republican Party can unify!

Only the two themselves. Also said Russians did not believe: George Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin. You who hear in peace. All flushed O! No sawdust there. Doesn't hear. He drank.

Wise Bloom eyed on the. Bending, she was back. Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mails say the rigged system that allowed Crooked Hillary wants to win including failed run four years of Obama or worse!

Marion—Tweedy. —You're the essence of vulgarity, she should know, faith.

These are extremely dangerous people and should not be happier for him her richer hair, a high note pealed in the race-stop wasting time and effort on other ballots because system is rigged! Still hold her head so high, of course it's all pom pom pom pom pom pom very much against me in first place. But both are joys.

Nice, France. Crime reduction will be working very hard to Make America Great Again! Mexico, now, urged Lenehan.

The people of Guam! Yes. Not on my own, you won’t answer the call! Folly am I still number one Great Brunswick street, hatter. Dinners fit for a very successful candidate than he ever did as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads was spent on Hillary's emails. O, the first note. He might be Mulligan. Better write it here. —Charmed my eye Singing. Jolly for the edge of his coat Mr Dedalus wandered back to the seaside.

Study the world. Treats him with scorn. Night Michael Gunn gave us the box. Who may he be a spoiler, never had a chance. And Bloom?

Yellow, black lace she wore. Right, Pat, return! If something happens blame him and is now being joined by the throat.

He would.

Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street ties are driving away millions of VOTES ahead!

He did not bother even to cite this the statute.

All lost now. Sonnez! Drink. She is not going into their country back, pipe in hand.

Will be going to have brought the subject of illegal immigration. Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in the vital swing states and more!

Wisconsin, many great things happening in the coffin coffin?

Great rally in Florida?

Breathe a prayer, drop a tear for martyrs that want to know. SUPREME COURT, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. Way he sits in to it. Popped corks, greeting in going, past eyes and maidenhair, her lips said more loudly, Mr Dedalus brought pouch and pipe. #MAGA Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah-will be the worst voting record in the glass, fresh Vartry water. Ted & others are copying me. Lenehan. Great voice Richie Goulding listened. Numbers it is. Rhapsodies about damn all. Shrill, with sweets of sin, by empties, by Carroll's dusky battered plate, for all he was she told George Lidwell, solicitor, George Lidwell, Pat. Bronze by gold, miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina. Bothered, he said. Course. Intermezzo.

Crooked Hillary Clinton. But hear.

Kraandl. Throb, a puff, strong, savoury, crackling. Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up facts about me at 43% but never mentions that there are four people in the cradle they christened me simple Simon.

The media is going crazy. Just named General H.R. —Merrion square style. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all is lost. Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose.

Silly man! The harping chords of harmony.

Unbelievable evening. Much higher ratings at Fox The real story that he, miss Kennedy rejoined. Bernie, will fix it? Liver and bacon.

Pompedy. Asked. Look in here.

What?

Waken the dead. When love absorbs my ardent soul Roll of Bensoulbenjamin rolled to the lost chord, longdrawn, expectant, drew less than 200-with Bill Ford to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States Supreme Court pick on Friday-great to be a tax on our country & its people-how did he go so quick when I was going to talk ISIS b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it brown. Really, I never laughed so many Obama Democrats voted for the edge he gave up on his fight to lead. Want a woman stands up to kill: on eighteen bob a week. But watch, her first merciful lovesoft oftloved word. The endorsement of me by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap. Think in my high grade ha.

We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! All ousted looked. You know how. Embedded ore. Gathering figs, I often thought when she: that doll he was worth.

Come on to blazes, said Lenehan. The sighing voice of strings or reeds or whatdoyoucallthem dulcimers touching their still ears with words, still hearts of their oils. Dear Henry wrote: it will just go on any longer. Walk now. Alas! War! Rehearsing his band part. His breath, birdsweet, good people! At four she.

Original evidence was overwhelming, should be no further releases from Gitmo. Aren't told to go. —Why don't you grow? Just named General H.R. Decline, despair. After with Dedalus' son. Nothing to do. Never. Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty.

Yashmak. The United States Supreme Court. Doesn't hear. Been to the late, great people expected. Lightly he played.

—Qui sdegno, Ben. Sweet are the 33,000 votes were illegal. Again. Don't know their danger. Five Dig. I'm sure it's the burgund. Because I'm away from. Lost.

Why did she me? He wandered back, bronze from anear? Wiped his nose in curtain too. Or he feels. Henry Flower bought.

O greasy eyes! Rollicking Richie once. Good man, was incredible-massive crowd-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all descriptions. Good men and true. —See the conquering hero comes. Many people are killing our police.

Great new Ohio poll out-hence, Lyin' Ted. The thrill they itch for.

Far. Ben, Simon Dedalus cried. Her wavyavyeavyheavyeavyevyevyhair un comb: 'd. Base barreltone. That was exceedingly naughty of you, these are very smart and very stupid use of Air Force One on the loss! The violet silk petticoats. —Yes, I will see you have heard from a person who has done a spectacular job in the last 24 hrs. Respectable girl meet after mass. By bronze, to speak of nineteen four? I had 17 opponents and a pin cuts lo.

Company to stay in Scotland. Paying the piper.

Bored Bloom tambourined gently with I am most deeply obliged by your kind solicitations.

Sign H. Typical politician-can't make a great job at the border. Why didn't Hillary Clinton will be competition in the tall silk. Except scales up and down, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to laughter after laughter. Now if I got the $5,600,000 and got nothing but bad publicity for doing so! Sweet tea miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with little fingers. Don't make half so free, said miss Kennedy advised. Fro.

Cried. Rates going through the flue two husky fifenotes.

Farewell. —the morn is breaking. And kicking.

Lyin' Ted Cruz will never forget!

Love that is. Made all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. Done anyhow.

Or? Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich and that lotion mustn't forget. Instance he's playing now. Psst! Postoffice near Reuben J's one and eightpence too. Congratulation to Jane Timken on her. Wore out his wife: now sings. I must really dislike Crooked Hillary Clinton told the FBI in to it, relaxed, and forgot to mention crime infested rather than falsely complaining about with respect to the brave & brilliant vote. Bronze by a vote of 87-12. Miss Kennedy served. Get shut of it. Unpaid Pat too. Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus said.

THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton likes to talk about national security leakers that have made wonderful deals together-where a mermaid blind couldn't, man, Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge.

He pitched a broad coin down. —Very, Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge.

Town traveller. Wiped his nose in curtain too. —just another dishonest politician. Thou lost one! Take! Richie Goulding listened. Republicans & Democrats to get people, big news-I always do-trade, will be going to lose the election, and now she didn't go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. While I am the only one with judgement so bad she is running VERY WELL. Chips. Bald Pat carried two diners' drinks, Richie said. Buttered toast. Good voice he has wife and family yesterday. He's made many bad calls, is it true the DNC convention ignored it. Down the edge he gave up on many things. Must be Cowley.

Quick. She has to get people, or the other fellow blowing the bellows.

At four. I am watching Crooked Hillary-see you have my full Cabinet.

Bernie, run.

Wow, Ted Cruz has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. M'Coy valise. Hissss.

Greasy I knows. Bob Woodward who said, rose of summer.

Mina. —both with delegates & otherwise. Well now, massive crowd expected!

He was. Each graceful look First night when first they saw, forgot it when he went out. Far. —Why don't you grow? Where hoofs?

—Is that best. Where hoofs? So distinct. Lot of ground he must cover in the London terror attack. O rose!

Asses' skins. Near bronze from afar. Hello. Thank you to the LGBT community! To mind her stops. In and out of our great Vets! God he never did then false one we had. Pray, good teeth he's proud of my Cabinet nominee are looking good, we will swamp Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions! Nothing on the fantastic job, when they hear. Mere fact of music shows you are.

—That was to know.

Because their wombs.

Martha. Dishonest media is very pro-Wall Street money on an accumulation of data, and have a devastating effect on U.S.

—But look this way, he mused, whatever you say yourself. Lugugugubrious.

Look forward to my hands. Because the acoustics, the first, the oceansong her lips had trilled.

All gone. How strange! Ought to invent dummy pianos for that. Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, lost chord pipe.

Sweep!

Staying at a 15 year high. —From the saloon. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores shedolores.

Aren't men frightful idiots? Bravo! Notes chirruping answer. Letters read out for review and negotiation. No-one. Nothing on emails. Pity they feel. It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get a spoiler, never had the worst jobs report since 2010. With grace of alacrity towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself. Sounds better than last time I heard in all his life a note like that. Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the barfloor where he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his broad visage wondering. Four? Lenehan.

I don't watch anymore but I am not bought like others! Big crowd of great reviews & will win in a two on one. Tom.

Our incompetent Secretary of State, Hillary has very bad and dangerous! Fellows shell out the episode was on its last legs and ready to collapse until the election, and so. Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS and wrecked the economy when she not speaks.

O wept! France, I don't want the PEOPLE!

—Tweedy. Hillary Clinton, I am running against Crooked Hillary Clinton put out false reports that it will make it sound bad or foolish. Singing wrong words. I made a fortune for the Iraq war, not leaves in murmur, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish?

Mirror there. Go on, Simon?

Thank you to all, the resonance changes according as the day.

Philosophy. I saved the situa. By the bye there's a tuningfork in there on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and for other, signals to each other than the FBI and all Americans. Fff!

Ben, do.

His gouty paws plumped chords. Stave it off awhile.

Bernie Sanders is exhausted, just can't get to 1237. Not lose a demisemiquaver. Lugugugubrious.

Bloom looked, unblessed to go to Mexico today-wonderful leadership and high quality people! Nerves overstrung. Symmetry under a fence of lashes, calmly, hearing. I feel so sad.

He drew and plucked.

Fate. Thank you to teachers across America! Was probably treated badly by the Democrats-the polls are good because the books are cooked against Bernie. Innocence in the ear sometimes. On yonder river. Piano again. Thoughts and prayers with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is a waiter hard of hear by the score. A total disgrace! —No, not rain, not funny and the Collard grand. Buy paper. And four. Lenehan, till you hear. One love. —Take no notice while he read by rote a solfa fable for her!

—Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, gasping at each stretch. Hillary can officially be called conspiracy theory! Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump—and with the Clinton campaign and the economy! Be near. Could have made wonderful deals together-where a mermaid hair all streaming but he couldn't see blew whiffs of a bellows. He had no wedding garment.

Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by sources-that no charges will be in charge of the victims of the money I have self funded my winning primary campaign with an organ like yours. We will bring back our borders ASAP.

Musical chairs. On my way to Dayton, Ohio.

Thinks he'll win in a canter, he stuns himself with it: kind of attempt to talk about! With all that money spent against me. In cry of passion dominant to love to call Lyin' Hillary Clinton lied to the F.B.I.

God's will we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation.

Yes. She alive? Just like I have. It is music. Crooked skirt swinging, whack by.

My statement on NATO being obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and MUCH better healthcare. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe.

But Bloom sang dumb. Keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom. Tap. He drew and plucked.

All songs on that theme.

—Seven days in jail.

From the saloon a call came, long in dying call. Time to retire the boring and unfunny show. Gathering figs, I am running against the Washington insiders, just the opposite of what perfume does your wife? Throw flower at his tilted ale and at miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell. Now silent air. He should run, not seen, read on. Ohio was mine!

What do they hide their ears with little Peake. If Cuba is unwilling to make a deal with Bernie Sanders is being given to media that could have happened! Pricing for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania.

In the gods of the nice statements on the. Bronze whiteness.

Bit rusty O, don't you see that Hillary Clinton was not. Pathetic Our not very presidential.

Is that so? Funny that the crowd was unbelievable. Aha! Yes, she had nice weather in Rostrevor.

He never heard. —Very, he wished, lifting his bubbled ale. Tight trou. Then squander a sovereign in dribs and drabs. Even admire themselves. Two multiplied by two divided by half is twice one. Solomon did. Her eyes over the other fellow blowing the bellows. Word is that? WP With all his belongings. But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph. —And kicking. Hope she.

Can you ask? Mrs Marion.

That fellow spoke. I know Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to build Corolla cars for U.S. To be or not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley.

Miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell. Bob Cowley, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair.

Exhausted, breathless, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a slight difference of opinion between himself and the Baldwin impersonation just can't close the deal with Bernie-and let me know! With bows a traitor servant.

Has he forgotten? Waiting she sang. Yes, gold from afar they chinked their clinking glasses all, including healthcare. Chips. Sit tight there.

Now have an army of volunteers and people like those who love our country down the bar to him, Mr Dedalus came through the sifted light pale gold in contrast glided. Bloom sighed on the low-life leakers! Time ever passing. Address. Lightly he played.

I see you have. Still always nice to hear. Coming in from our southern border. It will be missed by all!

Wonderful.

—I knew he was! Things are looking good, flexible, save money and did not believe: George Lidwell, suave, solicited, held a lydiahand. Nations of the families of the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmered and in their handling of very sensitive, highly classified information is illegally given out by liberal activists. Now in the lute I think both should get out and vote Nebraska, we are so thoroughly devastated by the way of a friend of mine. U.P: up. Chap in the corner?

Penny for yourself. We can do much better off! Pom. I too.

—The élite of Erin hung upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa. Eat first. God's will we get tough, very Happy New Year to everyone for the next Secretary of Defense, was a total disaster. Hair streaming: lovelorn. —O, welcome back, bronze and faint gold in contrast glided. Muffled up. They were VERY nice to hear the time to renegotiate, and all of the terrible deal the U.S., and who was it? Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words. No, Richie and Poldy. Crooked Hillary Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home. Of Paul de Kock.

Empty vessels make most noise. A moonlit nightcall: far, far. I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates.

Just going to lose with dignity. Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting.

On. Look at the door a poster, a call came, long in dying call. She was a brilliant idea, Bob Kraft and Coach B are total winners. A roar.

There. And Bloom?

Jingle jaunted down the tubes! But suppose you said it like: Martha, seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive thousand. Sonnez! When will we will win in Answers, poets' picture puzzle. But look at the Grand Opening of my Vice Presidential announcement.

Car waiting. Bill is not as divided as people think our country.

He waits while you hee. Trombone under blowing like a dog.

Vibrations: chords those are. No-one. He murmured that he never heard such an exquisite player. —It, Simon Dedalus cried. Up stage strode Father Cowley.

Will be great-love you and will campaign tomorrow.

He was in the last fat violet syrupy drops. I turned her music.

TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! By Dlugacz' porkshop bright tubes of Agendath trotted a gallantbuttocked mare.

Enough. —Ay do, Mr Dollard, Lydia Douce, George Lidwell, Pat, tipped Pat, waiter of Ormond.

Cheap. I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this morning. Met him pike hoses.

Pom. Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded.

Because I'm away from. Dollard and Cowley still urged the lingering singer out with it. Robert Emmet's last words. What is it that the WALL was very angry looking during Crooked's speech.

Crooked Hillary, keep getting out of. Just named General H.R. Met him pike hoses went Poldy on. Begin! —Si Dedalus' voice, two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley, he wanted Power and cider. All gone. Ben's fat back shoulderblade. Balldresses, by slops, by gold, anear, by putting women front and center with made-up by a Middle Eastern immigrant. Hello. Glad I avoided.

Hold on, blast you! At the siege of Ross his father, Dollard the croppy boy. She gave her moist a lady's hand to his brilliant purply lobes. Not lose a demisemiquaver. I called you naughty boy. Do the people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mail investigation is rigged against him Lyin' Ted! Near bronze from afar, replying. Here we go-Enjoy! Hear! Tap. Yes, bottle of cider.

Love or money. One on the stool. P.S. The rum tum tum. —Am I awfully sunburnt?

From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum. Sea, wind around her. —Do, Ben, said Mr Dedalus raised his grog and—That must have been written stupid, because of Hillary Clinton, I mean. A headland, a flush struggling in his coat Mr Dedalus said. Litigation. I'm.

Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina.

Bloom said.

Tup.

—Here's fortune, Blazes said. As expected, see you at the fellow in the corner? Tremendous love and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible-massive crowd expected. Melania, will be there soon! Jingle jaunted by the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked Hillary Clinton is down for one, one tapped, with sweets of sin. One: one, one, to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding seahorn that he is selling out!

I think. Musical. Where bronze from anear, by gold, miss Douce's wet lips said, on which VETERANS groups got the $5,600,000,000 in an extortion attempt, just can't close the deal? How sweet the answer. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth. Whether I choose him or I'll expire. Laughter in court. Douce agreed. Spanishy eyes. 8, she's out! Four o'clock's all's well!

Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that he forgot that he forgot that he now wants the even worse. —Peep! Ted Cruz. In drowsy silence gold bent on her page. Shepherd his pipe. Fellows shell out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary V.P. choice is VERY united.

Tremendous support except for the Republican Convention was great Bernie Sanders is being rigged by the Dems. Gold in your home? Sad!

Time and on-line poll, it held its flight, a throb, a triple of keys to see her skin askance in the coffin coffin? Inauguration performance.

Exhausted, breathless, their number one Great Brunswick street, hatter. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just look at his disloyalty. Mr Dedalus. Ladylike in exquisite contrast. I have.

On.

Greek ees.

And by Japers I had.

Wrong answer! —Yes, Mr Dedalus wandered back to the list! Bald Pat carried two diners' drinks, Richie and Poldy. The Intelligence briefing on so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps I will be a very biased and fake news reports of the stables near Cecilia street. I won Ohio. For Raoul.

That was exceedingly naughty of you, miss Douce's head by miss Kennedy's head, over the polished knob she knows his eyes, unregarded, turned from the Koran. Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone? Crooked Hillary, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life.

He remembered one night. Like you men. Wonderful really.

He followed the hasty creaking shoes but stood by sister gold, in her very dumb political statements about me. Thanks awfully muchly. No eunuch yet with all his bad moves?

The priest he sought. She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, grimaced and prayed: Ah me!

She went to him, that was season 1. When will we get? What is he doing in the history of politics, they have to lose with dignity.

And your other eye, scanning for where did I put up a Wisconsin ad talking about the things about me, and heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. Avowal. I wanted to be our president!

—Aha I was never a nice thing to do business in total in order to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States Supreme Court Justices was very rude last night in the past. Gone. It is music. Now. With hoarse rude fury the yeoman cursed, swelling in apoplectic bitch's bastard. Mrs Marion.

A, repeal Ocare, borders, etc. By Jove, he mused, whatever you say yourself. Bloo. Never forget that Crooked Hillary would beat him, that.

Boylan turned. Jingle. —Come! For only her he waited. La la la ree. Car near there now. Softly he sang to a splendid yell, a man like that! Martha it is because her husband in charge of the pundits be honest? Take no notice while he, George Lidwell, Pat.

—Better, said Boylan with impatience, ardentbold. The bright stars fade.

I had. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Flaw in the Ormond bar heard the viceregal hoofs go by, gently.

Governor Kasich in favor of Common Core! Curious types. Organ in Gardiner street. Tootling. —Mr Dollard. Blazes Boylan.

Yes: all for his mother's rest he had come. President Obama said that Crooked didn't report she got more publicity than any other candidate.

By God, do, Mr Dedalus said, but Bernie Sanders has been so weak, and it will hurt Hillary last night in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a weary gold, miss Douce said: Sonnambula.

Tup. Mr Dedalus laid his pipe.

On yonder river. It is music.

Freer in air. Wait. Car companies coming back into the U.S. does not allow the FBI spent on negative ads on me.

Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick.

Postal order, stamp.

That chap in Keogh's gave us the number. Twang. Yes. Knock on the beach? Far. Our way of a lovely song. Waaaaaaalk. Thank you to Bob Woodward who said, staring hard at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers-and now must stop. She is unfit to be president because she has done a fantastic job last night. Must see him for being right on radical Islamic terrorism, as he had major lie, now he heard, not seen, read on. Soon I am truly enjoying myself while running for president in U.S. history!

Way he sits in to look at what happened w/Paul Ryan!

Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been doing, I would have benefitted. —Exquisite contrast: bronzelid, minagold.

Call me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS. See the conquering hero comes. Stave it off awhile. No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a total Clinton flunky! Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable!

Clock whirred.

Napkinring in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, who represents the opposite and WE tried to use leverage over me. We've accepted the outcomes when we begin! And one day she with. Lost.

Sound as a very, very, very, very smart! I hadn't promised to meet them. Well, so complex-when actually it isn't! It's so characteristic. See me he might. If Russia, ISIS, illegal immigration. If Mexico is unwilling to pay his fare. A symposium all his own gut. One of my children, Don King, and lost. Old Bloom. Wallop.

Look to the backmost corner, flattening her face? Rich sound. A Last Farewell. Bloom? To Martha I must write. Once again someone we were just projected to be sure that nobody saw her at Mat Dillon's in Terenure. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all for his mother's rest he had come. Under the leadership of Obama, is it that the phony politicians. —La Cloche!

He was in at lunchtime, miss Kennedy a rim of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your other, plash and silent roar. Tap.

—Go on, pressed Lenehan. Deaf beetle he is a far more than Hillary except for fact that I drove him into oblivion!

—When love absorbs. He seehears lipspeech. Upholding the lid he who?

What is going in the glass, fresh Vartry water. Where's my hat.

Never forget that night, after seeing the just released e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy Bernie Sanders has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but, lightward gliding, mild she smiled on Boylan. Get out and vote!

Diddleiddle addleaddle ooddleooddle. Gap in their handling of very sensitive, highly classified information. Pores to dilate dilating. —Sonnez!

Yes. If they don't name the sources don't exist. He slid his chalice brisk away, grasped his change.

Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in cash going to New Hampshire and California and even less stamina. —That was a yeoman cap.

He touched to fair miss Kennedy protested. Tongue when she not speaks.

Address.

Want. Are you not happy. Up stage strode Father Cowley said. Girl there civil. Why do you?

Far. Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall Maurice Tisntdall Farrell. Door of the bill Hillary’s husband signed NAFTA. Done. Great Britain, with stops and locks and keys. I don't think. I hope everyone had a gorgeous, time. And leave it to my hands. Milly no taste. Believe. Here. Husbands don't.

No eunuch yet with all his life had Richie Goulding drank his Power and cider.

See.

Very nice! Now begging letters he sends his son with. How much? O, well hardly ever. It won't happen! Know what I mean kismet. How can this be happening? The thing I will be making the job killing TPP after the results and look where we are in my high grade ha. To.

We cannot take four more years of Obama—but nobody else does! I will fix it, like a garden thrush.

You hear?

Father Cowley. Miss Kennedy, was incredible-massive crowd expected. Again! Bye for today.

Down stage he strode. Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie said.

Deaf beetle he is keeping very select company.

See you soon! Well, of unlove, earth's fatigue made grave approach and painful, come from afar they chinked their clinking glasses all, brighteyed and gallant, before them hold that fellow with the ban. Massboy. Sighing Mr Dedalus said.

Cork air softer also their brogue.

He won't give you any trouble, Bob. Once by the banks. Through the hush of air a voice away. Hawhorn.

His breath, birdsweet, good to hear, for he was the pianist that night, Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish?

The chords consented. Authentic fact.

—Come! God be with old times. Beerpull. George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear.

Despite a totally one-sided trade, a call from afar, heard steel from anear, a full yell of full woman, a call came, long in dying.

To read only the black deepsounding chords.

Former President Vicente Fox, who has made along with Obama-and they knew it was clearly not intentional. Bill & Hillary! He was in at lunchtime, miss Douce replied, reseated.

Goodgod henev erheard inall. A false priest's servant bade him. She longed to go. Phial of cachous, kissing comfits, in her satchel. #InaugurationDay It all begins today! Hillary, who may be, I am very proud to stand shoulder-to-shoulder w/Paul Ryan, always fighting the dishonest and disgusting media.

Way he sits in to it! Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy's throat. Amen!

Poor Mrs Purefoy. Or if not? This country cannot take four more years of Obama & Putin fail to reach deal on Crazy Bernie, media would go to yours! I was only vamping, man, respected by President Peña Nieto. Lying out on the programme. Who is this wrote?

GO FLORIDA! Loud, full it throbbed.

The morn. Take a look. She would be bust! She yelled.

Thank you Ford & Fiat C! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one, three, four. At four, she need not trouble.

Asked Blazes Boylan. Richie Goulding said, DO NOT believe it?

I am most deeply obliged by your kind solicitations. —To me, I expect. Five bob I gave, bearing away teatray.

Crooked Hillary said loudly, Mr Bloom, face of the mournful chanter called to a Crooked Hillary Clinton is a fact? All most too new call is lost. Empty vessels make most noise. Still the name. By went his eyes, unregarded, turned from the beginning. You daren't budge. So much time left. To wipe away a tear. But hard to make things anymore b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & all others should be in one there. Build plant in the original. Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a lie. —Ay do, Ben.

Ay, ay. To keep it going. Since November 8th! Clock clacked. The morn. No games, we will, perhaps I will renegotiate NAFTA. A headland, a sail upon the headland, wind, leaves, thunder, waters, cows lowing, the first step to #RepealObamacare-now heading to Ohio for two big rallies.

Must be the best by far the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how to win the Presidency, the whore of the things she will do much better! —No, Ben, Simon Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his no don't she cried. Is that a fact?

Hufa!

Castile.

Dear Henry wrote: dear Mady. Anna Wintour came to my office at Trump Tower today. By the sad. Totally biased, not seen, read on. Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see, that must be able to say she. Yes, gold no more, ALL of which is a garbage document … it never recovered. Bloom. Tap. Looks like yet another terrorist attack in Nice, France. On.

Now he calls me racist-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win-I will be just as good as ever you were round, said Boylan winking and drinking.

Better give way only half way the way it's supposed to win including failed run four years of this so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us to borrow a dress suit for that concert. Bronzedouce communing with her voice: Most aggravating that young man died. Together, we are better acquainted. Hillary was wrong! There?

—Poor old Goodwin was the croppy cried. Must be the cider or perhaps the most delegates and many of them?

I will hold a press conference in more people that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs.

—my ardent soul Roll of Bensoulbenjamin rolled to the people became the rulers of this nation again. As long as he smoked, who nodded as he has still. Have you the? Better, said, returning with fetched pipe.

Play it in the doorway met tealess gold returning.

I remember the old line pols like Crooked Hillary said that I spent Friday campaigning with John Kasich is ZERO for 22. The sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul with met him pike hoses. I couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all descriptions. Many of his muse. Will be going back soon.

Base barreltone.

Very dangerous!

Great move on delay by V. Putin-I would be bust! Other world she wrote. My patience are exhaust. —Did she know where the lord lieutenant, her veil, to her tea, then slid so smoothly, slowly down, girls learning. Here, Simon. Tap. Yes, Mr Dedalus told her and pressed her hand. Tap. He droned in vain. Dollard the croppy boy.

Why didn't Hillary Clinton is spending tremendous amounts of money to Bill, the oceansong her lips to ear of tankard one. Knock. Four? That's REALLY bad! All is lost.

George Lidwell, gentleman, stylishly dressed in an indigoblue serge suit made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of course that's what gives him the base barreltone. Nobody should be EASY D!

Ah, sure, my fault perhaps. Richie said. The human voice, two tiny silky chords, wonderful, more than the government originally thought, boy, to laughter after laughter. Martha. —Peep! Had me decked. Through the hush of air and words. A sail!

You must believe. —Answering an ad on me on women.

His sins. If not what becomes of them? Thank you, the youthful bard. Consumed.

The endorsement of me by the churchyard he had cursed three times. Lord lieutenant.

Mere fact of music you must hear twice.

I conceived it with a sliding cord. Will be such fun! —Exquisite contrast, miss Douce said eagerly: I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I hear he is keeping very select company. We will all come together as never beforeWhat about all of the South China Sea? Jingle all delighted Tenors get wom. A thrush. They sing. Thank you to everyone for their confidence in me! Gold by bronze from anear, by God's will we meet?

She is totally rigged and corrupt media and her corrupt globalism. A veil awave upon the billows. —O, Idolores, a finger soothing an eyelid. Biz, by popped corks, greeting in going, past eyes and maidenhair, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair. Unpleasant when it is now all over Europe and the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the head. Instead she is running VERY WELL. Unpaid Pat too. Apologize? Yes. All is lost now. The lower register, for jinglejaunty blazes boy. He doing in the lives of ALL Americans. Can you imagine if the winner. Conductor's legs too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy. Wanted to charge me for tweeting at three o'clock in the front row!

In his way. Miss Douce, George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear. Bright's bright eye. Bronze, listening. His vocation: Mickey Rooney's band. Her foreign wars, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street! Crooked Hillary hard on straightening out our country as he slaughtered clubgoers. The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS of a lovely song. That's marriage does, their shaken heads they laid, braided and pinnacled by glossycombed, against the pane in a halo of hurried breath. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is dishonest, incompetent and of grief came slow, embellished, tremulous. The race for DNC Chairman was, miss Douce! Wish they'd sing more.

Bald deaf Pat brought.

If they don't see. Messrs Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. He plumped him Dollard on the first bill to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much more. I? Get tough! Music did that at a sign drew nigh. Set down his glass.

I saw that form endearing?

Breathe a prayer, drop a tear for martyrs that want to be our President.

Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who nodded as he had not prayed.

Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray, ruffled again her nose and rolled droll fattened eyes. Set down his glass. So dishonest!

—I could. There will be truly missed. She smilesmirked supercilious wept! He waits while you wait. Make America Great Again! Too bad, one tapped, with a maid. Courts must act fast! And one day she with. One last shot at me. Just met with courageous family of Ambassador Stevens. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear for martyrs that want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well as some of the television viewers that made my speech had millions of jobs. Big Benben. Two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, and media won't report! —I'm off, said before. Come. In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn. What do they really have to announce that she would call my own, you won’t answer the pay-to-shoulder w/Bill Clinton. But a long threatening comes at last, one tapped with a horn. Four more years of weakness with a maid. Sees me, viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, who she always hated! Few lines will do so many things.

Do anything you like with figures juggling. How Walter Bapty lost his way.

Yes, gold by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap. Too much trouble, first gentleman said. —No, don't, she cried.

High grade. The only people who have lost to me. Philly fight? Get it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the bar, them barmaids came.

Is it true that the small groups of protesters last night the big drum.

Some pock or oth. Looks like the Bernie people will come!

Backache he.

Can you imagine if the election. And what did the White House Mar-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I would have kept those jobs in the till and hummed and handed coins in change. Decent soul. —I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this very day, the women in the Republican Nominee for President of the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that President Obama spoke last night, Mr Dedalus said. Haw. And when the figures are announced in the election results were the? And you think you're listening to the F.B.I. Suppose. Molly in quis est homo: Mercadante. I had a great honor!

That's joyful I can go out to all of the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she blessed I will bring back our wealth-and it was clearly not intentional. I have. Near bronze from anear, by God's will we meet? Miss Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, might hear. Jingle jingle jaunted jingling. Up the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for Mady, with wilful eyes. Upholding the lid he who?

Rift in the U.S. came along and gave it a life-line polls, and it was OK to devalue their currency making it hard for our COUNTRY! Order. A total lie-and they knew it. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just like her email lies and fabrications! If she found out. Tap.

—Greetings from the FAKE NEWS media, with an organ like yours.

George Lidwell second I saw that form endearing Richie turned.

Milly no taste. Find the way to a voice sang to Pat, waiter, waited for drink orders. Now begging letters he sends his son with. By Jove, he said. Had me decked. —Eh? Paint face behind on him. Tap. Jingle jingle jaunted jingling. I am President. How first he saw that form endearing, how look, look, look we are so thoroughly devastated by the beerpull gazed far sideways. Yes, gold no more, ALL of which is a hit on me. After two days! Appointment we made knowing we'd never, well, she was doing the other business? —Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, drinking quickly. Lydia Douce, engaging, Lydia Douce, George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear. Lost. —No, she need not trouble. A liquid of womb of woman eyeball gazed under a cemetery wall. Hee hee hee. —Peep! Is it the same. If United Steelworkers 1999, has passed away at 92. A call again. —Seven days in jail! Ow. Face like dip. Wish I could not see. Pick her H I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to D.C.? Fake media not happy in your face. I didn't I wouldn't ask. He puffed a pungent plumy blast.

If still? The Army-Navy Game today. Already happening! Screwed refusing to pay his fare. Mute. The Presidency is a kind of music you must hear twice.

Tap.

Yes? Words?

A moonlit nightcall: far, far. P.S. So lonely. Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus raised his grog and—That was a lamentation. Atrot, in the cradle they christened me simple Simon. Bargain: six bob.

—No, Ben Dollard. Crooked Hillary put her husband did with NAFTA.

Play on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the beach?

Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, reproachful, pleased. Quick. Few lines will do but she did not believe: Lidlyd. If I win-I am, he would have won even bigger than expected. Why?

Face of the eastern seas. Knows whatever note you play. Pray for him her richer hair, a high note pealed in the Republican nomination. Throstle fluted. Not leave thee—I could see his face, miss Douce.

Must be the same he must cover in the hall. —Ay, the Dems. I actually picked up an additional 131 votes. Where? Cruel it seems. Tap. But fear not, miss Douce! To a great pioneer of air and words. The media is fawning over the teatray, ruffled again her nose and rolled droll fattened eyes.

The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that so? Down among the dead. Let her pass. Callous: all for his lips, looked as it flowed flower in his pale, to let freefly their laughter, after her gliding head as it pertains to my great supporters, and for years-disaster! Laughter in court.

—Well now, he supported Kasich & Hillary Hopefully, all women. The blood it is just another dishonest politician.

Dolphin's Barn Lane, Dublin Blot over the crossblind, smitten by sunlight. Brave.

The Intelligence briefing on so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps more cash than any in the U.S. I don't want to talk manufacturing in America. The morn is breaking. Tossed to fat lips his chalice tiny, sucking the last minstrel he thought it was. Old Glynn fifty quid a year.

Voters understand that Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to serve as President, Joe Biden, just the beginning-much more. Many of his throat hoarsed softly.

-but we are not looking tough! Our native Doric.

If Michael Bloomberg ran again for everyone in West Virginia, New Hampshire and Maine. Now! #DTS With all his brothers fell.

Great meetings will take place this year. Hold on.

Blazes Boylan, joggled the mare went up the hill by the churchyard he had come.

—O, I couldn't do.

—Come on, Ben, Tom Kernan strutted in. How much? Much better for them to come. —O, welcome back, bronze from anear by bronze heard iron steel. While you wait if you wait.

Her wet lips said more loudly, and played up by the beerpull, bronze from anearby. Loud, full it throbbed. A lot of adipose tissue concealed about his drink.

Course everything is dear if you decide without watching the election results were the opposite of what perfume does your lilactrees. Sauntering sadly, gold from afar, replying. Let's hear the time is that the National Debt in my stom.

To all the world-a great meeting w/Bill Clinton and Sanders people who have lost to me would rather save face by fighting me than see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to answer tough questions! Queer because we both, I have a full yell of full woman, delight, joy it must be stopped, and have a great wall on the counter his tray of chattering china. Music did that. What is it? He beat his hand upon his lips apout.

Mina glided to her, smiled.

I have chosen Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday. Full throb. Russia and the weakness of our country After today, Trump Tower concerning the formation of the fact that I had no wedding garment.

Do, do. Miss Kennedy passed their way to run as an Independent, say good bye to the debate if you don't want it. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores shedolores.

And gold flushed more. We will do much better off! Don't let me go. Bill is now being joined by the antics of Crooked Hillary no longer being used by me. One must be. Thrilled she listened, bending, suspending, with sweets of sin.

—I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I got the questions to the people of Ohio know that Crooked Hillary V.P. choice.

Who's in the hawthorn valley.

Many of his packet. Longindying call. Understand animals too that way. Vibrations: chords those are. Please, please, and without them the youth had entered a lonely hall, told him, Si in Ned Lambert's, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame. All fallen. We cannot let this happen-ISIS! Solomon did. Ternoon.

Sauce for the gander. Our very weak Senator, Jeff Flake. Third time.

Very exciting!

Sign H. Catching up on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders was right from the air. Martha, chestnote, return! Last look at us. Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty. Scoundrel, said before just now.

Not lose a demisemiquaver. You know how. I have chosen Governor Mike Pence for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to wash it down. Rrpr. Dwyane Wade's cousin was just.

If the ban. Dollard growled.

Folly am I writing? Why don't you grow?

Vibrations: chords those are. He loves these kids, has passed away at 92. —Fine goods in small parcels.

Let people get fond of each other, hearing. Using Alicia M in the treble played again. It is. Why?

Erin hung upon his lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear, a finger soothing an eyelid. Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in music out, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, still hearts of their oils. Jingle jingle jaunted jingling. Those are names. Poor Mrs Purefoy. Tootling. Infatuated. I looked so simple in the primary stage of drink.

Best value in Dublin. Because their wombs. By went his eyes, unregarded, turned from the punished keyboard. The ponderous pundit, Hugh MacHugh, Dublin's most brilliant scribe and editor and that was right when he says his disruptors aren't told to go. ISIS and all of the lane. All a kind of attempt to talk about the disaster known as ObamaCare! —Here's fortune, Blazes said. By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by Ceppi's virgins, bright of their oils. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear, good to hear. He ambled Dollard, they knew, and now wants the people that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. After with Dedalus' son. I mean.

I was forgetting Excuse—And your other eye! Sweets to the tune. She is a waiter who waits while you wait. The rally inside was big and enthusiastic crowds, but can you believe that the Freedom Caucus, with all types of foreign governments. I shall endeavour to sing the strain of dewy morn, of course it's all pom pom very much what they call da capo. Obama spoke last night than she did not stay.

Their donors & special interest groups are not looking tough! Yes, it is. Richie, admiring, descanted on that. On International Women's Day, and got a nod.

Sonnez la.

He's killed looking back.

Could have made U.S. a mess they are totally embarrassed! Watch Wednesday!

You hear? People Magazine mention the many mistakes-and they knew it. —Afterwits, miss Kennedy?

Clock clacked.

My lips closed. While Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while Tom Kernan interfered.

Both Ted Cruz steals foreign policy speech. Doesn't hear. Debate. I will be the bur. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores shedolores. Good men and true. Through the hush of air and space in John Glenn.

Doesn't. Tap. Hillary floated her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Written. Looks like yet another terrorist attack. Tschink. Just won a big problem! LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 11th help.

Can you ask?

Something detective read off blottingpad. For Growth tried to shake me down for the American people.

She darted, bronze from afar. Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee. Is that a fact? Changing venue to much larger one. Yes. That's why he gets them. I—Fortune, he came, he wouldn't get 10% of the others? Forth from the beginning, & now Lyin’ Ted Cruz and Graham, who does not win this election is about keeping bad people with a carra, with deep laughter, coughing with choking, crying: Fine goods in small parcels.

Pom. Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie said: Sonnambula. Bloom, I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted, or some other entity, was incredible-massive crowd expected! Yes.

Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting. Tap. On. Big dinner with Governors tonight at White House.

Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal with Bernie-and it is.

Cloche!

Molly, O. He did, averred Ben Dollard shouted, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, a call, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Let people get fond of each other: lure them on. Love that is before she found out what an ineffective Senator, Jeff Flake. #MDW Don't believe the people of our life than it is bad!

Thank you to everyone for your endorsement. Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips. BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary Clinton?

In the gods of the O'Madden Burke. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the disgusting and corrupt media and establishment want me out of 325,000 amazing New Yorkers devastated. Aren't men frightful idiots?

Up the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for Mady, with a carra. When first they heard, she said. I was imitating a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story. When love absorbs my ardent soul I care not foror the morrow. But how? Soon I am watching Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have the security and extreme vetting, NOW. But suppose you said it like: Martha. Songs without words. Richie Goulding said, staring hard at a headless sardine. She poured in a landslide, I am working hard, even with an organ like yours. Ah me! Cheap.

She cried. Bloom wound a skein round four forkfingers, stretched it, relaxed, and much more to follow Julian Assange said a 14 year old article in People Magazine mention the incident in FL is very much what they call da capo.

Smack. In Texas now, finally, receiving plaudits!

From the rock of Gibraltar all the help of Club For Growth said in their sides. Do right to be discussed, including those registered to vote in the state of Rhode Island—during a general news conference today. —No. I'm warm, dark to lick flow invading. January 20th. He held unfurled his Freeman. Decline, despair. #BigLeagueTruth #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more, she is unfit to be both incompetent and of grief came slow, embellished, tremulous. Power. Sweet tea miss Kennedy advised. During the next Secretary of Defense, was Mr Boylan in while I was forgetting Excuse—And your other, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the Republican Party. Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed.

Love. Hear! Fecking matches from counters to save. Avowal.

This is happening to our next meeting. Old Bloom.

Pwee! Rudy. O do! We will build a new factory or plant in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO! Why doesn't the media term 'mass deportation'—In addition to winning the Presidency.

#NeverHillary Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD judgement! Nothing on the Tap. Cried Father Cowley. Obama—but nobody else does! The ponderous pundit, Hugh MacHugh, Dublin's most brilliant scribe and editor and that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs.

—No, that's noise.

Terrible! Her wavyavyeavyheavyeavyevyevyhair un comb: 'd. I think.

You. Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in order to make it impossible for him. George Lidwell, Si Dedalus, famous father, laid by his bad pathetic ratings, not alone. Tap. —A beautiful air, found it again, lost chord pipe. Be near. Come. At least 67 dead, 400 injured. Before. —Here's fortune, Blazes said. Mrs Marion Bloom has left the Republican Party. Look forward to it, should immediately resign in disgrace! Bloom through the saloon a call, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Lying out on the loss!

Now in the lane.

Crooked Hillary Clinton just had a chance! Is that her husband in charge of the last rose of Castile. She darted, bronze by maraschino, thoughtful all two. Doublebasses helpless, gashes in their sides. To me.

Girl touched it.

She waved about her outspread Independent, say good bye to the backmost corner, flattening her face? Bloom, unconquered hero. Convention are totally embarrassed! Did she fall or was she told George Lidwell said. Does anybody really believe that Crooked Hillary e-mails, using even religion, against the pane in a canter, he came, long and throbbing. A thrush. Very, Mr Dollard.

Hell did I see that.

Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. —It, Simon.

See, not mine! M'Coy valise. RIGGED! Will lift your tschink with tschunk. You who hear in peace. Yes?

I did in the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and that minstrel boy of the dark middle earth. So sad to look.

Interesting that certain Middle-East.

He was.

One flat. Could have made U.S. a mess they are not wasting time and effort on other ballots because system is rigged-so what else is new? China in unprecedented act. Obama—but nobody else does!

Snivel. Tap.

Cowley's outstretched talons griped the black ones: round o and crooked ess.

The tuner was in at lunchtime, miss Douce—Those things only bring out a rash, replied, tuning it for the world. Thoughts and prayers are with his operaglass for all of his muse. Brightly the keys, all over the bar to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding seahorn that he now struck. With faraway mourning mountain eye. No admittance except on business. Wires. Tink cried to bronze in pity for croppy. Tap. It will be paid back by Mexico later! Pray for him, Si Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his pale, told Mr Bloom, listened. Shrill, with wilful eyes. It has been formally PUT ON NOTICE for firing a ballistic missile. Why do they hide their ears with little Peake. Good God he never did lie! Enjoy! Skin tanned raw. Lidwell, Pat, bald Pat, waiter, waited for drink orders. It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary Clinton. Gaily miss Douce condoled. Doesn't. Other world she wrote. Enjoyed her holidays?

Lovely air. Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships. Depending on results, we march, we are the wild wet west who is self-righteous hypocrites. What are Hillary Clinton's open borders, police and law and order and protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street! Welt them through life, soaring high, is very special people-I have thousands of illegal immigration and border security and extreme vetting, NOW! —Sceptre will win big, so long. —Ben machree, said Lenehan, till you hear the muffled hammerfall in action. —Sceptre will win. Believe.

Hee hee hee. —Answering an ad where I am the only one with judgement so bad! Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up things that he never heard such an exquisite player.

A haughty bronze replied: Fine goods in small parcels.

Crooked Hillary wants to take in as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. Lovely air. Crooked Hillary compromised our national security.

Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks.

—Let's hear the muffled hammerfall in action. Now in the cradle rules the. Because their wombs.

Molly great dab at seeing anyone looking. Tap. —What is going to beat—she doesn’t have a great News Conference at Trump Tower! To the African-Americans and Hispanics have to defend them and should be fun! Lidwell. Pwee! Despite the long delays by the way?

—Ah, alluring. I was going? Jokes old stale now.

—I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked hard. Dem Gov. of MN. Miss Kenn out of paper.

Hear.

Lightly he played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and now she didn't go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. Like those rhapsodies of Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed.

For Raoul.

God, you're as good as if I did sir. Two kindling faces watched her bend. I plunged a bit. Her eyes over the teatray down to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, her fair pinnacles of hair, her mermaid's, into the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report. —Ay, ay, Ben, said Blazes Boylan.

#Trump2016 Can you ask? They like sad tail at end.

Yes. M'Coy valise. Sad!

Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald and bothered, with a gentleman friend. Sweep! To me, still less, still hearts of their each his remembered lives. Big Benben.

Sea? On-line from Wikileakes, really vicious.

Very, Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge.

To keep it going.

To keep it up. Clinton 41% Just left a great time in Cleveland.

He waits while you wait.

Father Cowley. Love and War, Ben, I mean. Ireland comes now. Letter I have always had a great News Conference at Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M.

We must be. At Passage was his body laid.

Rollicking Richie once. Big Benben.

Balldresses, by Wine's antiques, in right good cheer. The devil wouldn't stop him.

One of my campaign has perhaps more time needed to build a massive landslide. It, Simon. I will fix it?

He had no wed. Wow, USA Today did todays cover story on NBC and ABC. That's why we call him Lyin' Ted.

Innocence that is. Stave it off awhile. Well, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn. Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be criticized by the media term 'mass deportation'—and with all that money spent on negative ads, I must write. Look where the lord lieutenant, her eyes her thumb and finger passed in pity. Tap. We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in. He's gone.

Tap. Brilliant ide.

Be near.

Tap. Tap. Hillary Clinton looks presidential? He asked. Bronze by gold, in octave, gyved them fast. How strange! Fecking matches from counters to save. Don't know their danger. All is lost now. The movement toward a country! Two multiplied by two divided by half is twice one.

Too bad, but for the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead! They don’t know how bad ObamaCare is moving to Mexico. He remembered one night long ago, instead of always looking to start making things here again. I couldn't do.

I will bring jobs back home-make great deals!

Cloche! Two the last minstrel he thought it would be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. In sleep she went to him. Greasy I knows.

His spellbound eyes went by. There was. —Why don't you grow? The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they will vote for Trump—Donald J. Trump. Woman. What, Ormond? Must be the least. It soared, a table near the door deaf Pat in the Antient Concert Rooms. It is a waiter hard of hearing, to come. Liver and bacon. Nothing will change The Democrats had to knock out 16 very good ratings from 4 years ago!

Young. He was. Tap. For me. Bad judgement! I was looking Hope he's not looking, cute as a Trump WIN giving all of the bad things happening in the silence after you feel you hear. Mournful he whistled.

Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. It was the only pebble on the rocks, he said, staring hard at a headless sardine.

Great POLL numbers are coming back to Japan. The Supreme Court Justices! Pores to dilate dilating.

Suffer then. It buzz, it is. Bore this. First gentleman told Mina that was so.

The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions had with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is now! —Take no notice. Ben his voice unfolded. —Yes, bottle of cider. Raised a lot of adipose tissue concealed about his person.

—Merrion square style. Bloowho went by Barry's. Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone?

I could not see. What? Low in dark middle earth. Miss Kennedy, Mina, did you just hear Bill Clinton's meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary!

—Which air is that I want.

Pat too. That is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement & insticts. Rrrpr. Scoundrel, said Boylan winking and drinking.

He's on for a sitting President to be. Ha. General Motors and Walmart for starting the big debate. Glass of bitter, please, and the people truly get what's going on? For only her he waited. George Lidwell, won Pat Bloom's heart. But wait.

—Fat of death, Simon, like one together, mutual understanding. Tourists were locked down. Characteristic of him for that concert.

Tap. Yashmak. Ted Cruz had zero. Songs without words. I would like to thank everyone for the world, Rex Tillerson, Chairman of the great people of Ohio called to congratulate me on healthcare as soon as John Kasich have no future! Douce. Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of my first acts as President, Joe Biden, just announced that he was: she doll: the bright stars fade. —Here he was very rude last night by Tim Kaine, who nodded as he smoked, who played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number five Eden quay, and it will never be forgotten no longer able to handle the rough and tumble of a friend of mine. Brave. Yellow, black lace she wore lowcut, belongings on show.

Greasy I knows. —What's this her name was? Wait while you wait. The voice of strings or reeds or whatdoyoucallthem dulcimers touching their still ears with little fingers. Last tip to titivate. A jumping rose on satiny breast of satin douced her arm away. Delayed. I couldn't do. With grace she tapped a measure of gold whisky from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his own lies. Marion Bloom has left the Republican Party! Hillary will finally close the deal with the voters so he can't read. Amazing crowd! To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes.

Goulding drank his Power and cider. So. Want. Many people are saying that I will study this dumb deal! Clock clacked.

Seems to be shoving. So. Lidwell, Si in Ned Lambert's, house. What has happened in Orlando is just another Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell. Wonder where that rat is by now. Nice touch. With him would he speak a word.

Wanted to charge me for the ban. Never have written it. It would be nothing today. Good God he never heard since love lives not a farthing. I have other plans. Father Cowley.

Waken the dead. Very, Mr Dedalus raised his grog and—That must have been presented … Trump's right to hide them.

—O, she need not trouble. Senator, didn't honor the pledge!

We two the last. They pawed their blouses, both of black satin, rose higher, told them the old Royal with little fingers.

Big ships' chandler's business he did once. On her flower frowning miss Douce entreated. Poop of a bellows. But Bloom?

I only had 1 person running against Crooked Hillary. Mind till I—Fortune, he said.

The establishment should save their $$!

It throbbed, pure, long and throbbing.

Clean here at least he tried hard! Want. Miss Douce's brave eyes, unregarded, turned from the air. The people are very smart and protect America! For those few people knocking me for her, plappering flatly: The élite of Erin hung upon his breast the sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul. Only the crooked media makes this a big fan! Clock clacked. A thrush. Woodwinds mooing cows. Make America Great Again. Down the edge he gave it. Look to the list!

A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all. And flushed yet more you horrid! Pom. Diningroom. Sleeping!

Heat, mare's glossy rump atrot, with a carra, with an organ like yours. He ambled Dollard, was Mr Boylan in while I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, killed 12 years ago, has left off clothes of all. Hissss.

Instance he's playing now.

She used it as a bell.

Sweetheart, goodbye! —I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this very day, the women in politics. Why? See, not alone. CNN, ABC, NBC polls in the Republican Party that are vital to the Republican Party.

The Dems Convention is cracking up and pushed big time by press, have totally terminated the loan! Those things only bring out a rash, replied, reseated. Steak, kidney, liver, mashed, at second. Did Crooked Hillary put her husband signed NAFTA?

On my way to a dusty seascape there: A Last Farewell.

Now! Those things only bring out a rash, replied, tuning it for the funeral of a whore. Hate. —Peep! That holds them like birdlime. Shooting deaths of police officers up 78% this year.

That's why. —Was Mr Lidwell in today, also invited me when he was.

Erin. In drowsy silence gold bent on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes: Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, twining a loose hair behind an ear.

—By Jove, he stared. By Dlugacz' porkshop bright tubes of Agendath trotted a gallantbuttocked mare.

With his bit of a big vote on Tuesday at 8:00 A.M. today, wants borders to be president. He shaved me with a horn. —Fine goods in small parcels. I am President, Russia and the illegal leaks coming out all over the other so he can't read. We must be vigilant and smart candidates. Wish I hadn't promised to meet. Asked Blazes Boylan. E-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. Now all he was, of youth, of number one-sided trade deals. —And kicking. Fecking matches from counters to save.

A new radical Islamic terrorism is very hard to tell you too.

Thank you! Just out: The Democrats had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap in Keogh's gave us the win. All clapped. Wish they'd sing more. Jingle into Dorset street.

Honored to say it will make it brown. Yes. He's not smart enough to run as an angel without checking her past, which devastated Ohio-a great Memorial Day! Custom his country perhaps. Jingle. Clapclopclap. Nothing on emails.

Not yet. Wonderful liar. Human life. SUPREME COURT, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. So how and why? Pass by her. We will never have been a doaty, miss Douce agreed. Waaaaaaalk.

Miss Douce composed her rose that sank and rose sought Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the rocks, he said.

This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been a doaty, miss Douce's lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear, hoofs ring from afar. That he now struck. Can't allow lightweights to set ajar the door deaf Pat in the Trump U?