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agent-cupcake · 4 years ago

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Garreg Mach Café Episode Two: Lucky Seven (Yuri x Reader)

The first thing you learned about him —one of the very few things you knew about him— was that he liked sugar. A lot. You didn’t work the counter most of the time, you just made the drinks. So, you didn’t know who had ordered the heart attack inducing Ruined Sky Strawberry Frappe, only that someone was looking for a cavity. Vanilla bean coffee, three pumps of vanilla syrup, and strawberry puree with ice blended and topped with whipped cream, hazelnut drizzle, strawberry drizzle, and red sprinkles.

The second thing you learned about him was his name. Or, more accurately, his lack thereof. People regularly used dumb names. It didn’t really bug you, there was no shame in entertaining someone who thought making a barista call out a drink for Phun E. Monki was the peak of modern entertainment. Not so surprisingly, you saw a lot of hipster and nerd traffic through the café so references and jokes weren’t at all unheard of. Really, this one wasn’t even that bad. Comparatively.

“Ruined Sky Strawberry Frappe for Arsène Lupin,” you called, turning around.

“That’s mine,” the waiting customer responded. Shockingly, it was not the top-hat wearing gentleman thief who stood at the counter waiting for his drink. Neither was it the dweeb you expected. Your Arsène Lupin —that is, the man standing on the other side of the glistening lacquered wood countertop�� certainly wasn’t normal, but not in the way you had initially assumed.

The third thing you learned about him was that he was disarmingly beautiful. He stood casually; his arms crossed with one of his hands resting lightly on his chin as he watched with a half-smile that you would have sworn had a mischievous glint. Waiting to see if the little joke got a reaction, you figured.

Well, who were you to deny him that? Pushing down the instinctual nerves of talking to someone who belonged more in the technicolor light of your two-past-midnight Instagram escapades rather than the academia chic café, you smiled back. “Here you go, Monsieur Lupin.”

That made his lips twitch in amusement, which shouldn’t have been as gratifying as it was. “Thanks,” Arsène said warmly, wrapping his fingers around the cup. It wasn’t like you were intentionally trying to notice, but his fingers were long and thin, the nails neat and manicured. Pretty hands. Attractive hands. You wondered if they were soft, or as strong as they looked, or what they might feel like-

Nope. No. You needed God.

Or Tinder

“I hope you enjoy,” you said, trying to act like you hadn’t just committed some obscene thought crime. He was supposed to leave after that. People got their drinks and either sat down or left. But he didn’t, meeting your eyes with an even gaze. Their violet coloring was striking, drawn out by the purple eyeshadow smoked out over his pale eyelids. The makeup should have been off-putting, you were less than uninterested in the pierced hoard of e-boys that had saturated the modern alternative dating market, but it wasn’t. Not on him, at least.

“This is a cute place,” Arsène said. But he wasn’t looking around the cafe, he was staring directly at you. Which… you weren’t sure if you were to buy into your ego telling you he was flirting or your paranoia that he was laughing at you. “Is it usually this busy?”

Flirting was better, for your sanity’s sake if nothing else, so you smiled, doing a quick check to make sure you weren’t missing any customers. The guy working the register was looking at his phone under the counter.

“You know, you shouldn’t pick such an obvious pseudonym when you’re canvassing a business,” you said playfully. “Charm will only get you so far.”

That made him laugh, his appraising eyes sparkling with amusement as he stabbed a straw past the whipped cream of his drink. “In my experience, charm will get you anywhere.”

“For you, maybe,” you allowed, feeling a little more emboldened by that response. Lowering your voice slightly, you leaned in as if to conspire. “I guess the real question is what you’re stealing, Monsieur Lupin, hearts or jewels?”

“Jewels, usually,” Arsène told you without missing a beat. “I have no need to steal the hearts.” He shrugged one shoulder carelessly, casually. “I collect enough of them as it is.”

A corny, over-confident line like that should have made you laugh. Unfortunately, you kind of believed it. So you raised a skeptical eyebrow. “That goes against the spirit of being a Phantom Thief, doesn’t it?”

“Why, do you want me to steal your heart?” Arsène asked. He didn’t sound serious, exactly, but neither was the question joking enough to keep a flush from crawling up your cheeks.

“Baristas don’t have hearts,” you told him theatrically, rejecting your silly reaction. “It’s a void of caffeine, student debt, and the disappointment of our parents.”

Arsène was about to respond when you heard the door jingle open. You turned, looking over your shoulder at the customers who had stepped up to the register. “It looks like you’re needed,” he said, following your eye line.

“Yeah,” you said, feeling a strange stab of disappointment. Which was dumb. A little bit of banter with a handsome stranger was nice, but it shouldn’t have been anything else.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back,” Arsène said, smirking in a way that made you think he’d seen your dismayed reaction. “Thanks for the drink.”

He raised the cup like a toast goodbye, and you wished him a good day. It was completely ridiculous, but that quick and strange interaction played on loop in your head for the rest of the day. You went from embarrassed, to amused, to insecure, and back again dozens of times. By the next day, you weren’t sure what to think about it and you hated to think that you were watching for him, but-

Well, you were.

The fourth thing you learned about him was that he had a schedule, a specific time slot that seemed to be allocated to getting an overly sugary drink at your little cafe.

“Noa Fruit and Caramel Macchiato for Mr Pink,” you called, already expecting to see his smile based on the name alone. Not that the preparation did a whole lot in lessening the effects. Today Arsène, or Mr Pink, wore a dark striped button up tucked into black pants. The top buttons were undone, showing off the elegant column of his neck and the framing lines of his collarbones. His skin was so pale, like it had never seen the sun, the color perfectly even and milky.

“That’s mine,” he said. Redundantly. Of course it was his.

To think that you’d done your makeup with more care than usual today was embarrassing, but you were glad for it as you passed the drink to him. “Reservoir Dogs, right?” you asked, forcing yourself to not be flustered.

“Very good,” he said in a voice that was borderline condescending.

“You thought I wouldn’t know? I serve coffee in downtown, knowing Tarantino is practically a job requirement,” you said. Arsène laughed warmly, a sound that was somewhere between amusement and mocking, a sound that invited a mess of fluttery nerves to dance around in your stomach which you covered with a smile. “Mr Pink, though… he’s a long way off from being a gentleman thief.”

“Let’s just say that I’ve fallen from grace,” Arsène said, his smile an odd combination of mirth and mystery. “Lupin is... more of an ideal. Reality is hardly ever so romantic.”

“Cheers to that,” you said wryly.

“Although if I had to emulate one of them, I’d far prefer it to be the gentleman,” he said, dropping a few dollars in your tip jar. Cheeky. “Thanks for the treat.”

“Oh… Yeah,” you said, not even thinking to point out that it was your job. Unless he wasn’t talking about the coffee, which was even more baffling. “Have a nice day.”

After that came a lineup of sugary drink orders under the names of famous thieves. Some references you knew immediately, others you had to google later. And always, always, he just about made your heart stop with that smile.

It was… Maybe a week later? Your Arsène had become something like an expectation. Which was ridiculous. And stupid. But it was true, and he hadn’t been in the day before which affected you far more than you dared admit. Seeing the familiar purple head in the lineup of waiting customers was more relieving than it should have been.

A Vanilla Wyvern Wing Latte for Danny Ocean, this time. Unfortunately, there was a swath of customer’s orders that needed filling so you couldn’t give it to him personally, sliding it across the counter before rushing back to the blender. That kind of disappointed you, especially since you hadn’t seen him the day before, until you realized that he had taken a seat along the bar, writing something in a notebook and sipping on the creamy white latte.

Waiting for you? Pushing down the spark of excitement you felt about that, you finished up the orders. After that, you took a breath, grabbing a rag to at least seem productive as you inched towards him.

“You’re awfully far from Vegas, Mr Ocean,” you said. Although you called him that, you still thought of him as Arsène Lupin. Your Arsène.

He looked up from his notebook, the end of his pen pushed against his lip in a distracting way. They were so pink. And shapely, his top lip curved by a perfectly symmetrical cupids bow that no amount of lip kits could falsify. And… And you were staring. Again. He obviously noticed, what with the way he grinned when you forced your eyes up to his, but he gracefully didn’t point it out.

“Casinos are nothing more than a party trick,” he told you lightly, flipping his pen through his fingers before letting it drop to the paper. “I’ve got my eye on something far more valuable.” His eyes were burning into yours as he spoke.

That was the fifth thing you learned about him. Arsène could make anything sound like a double entendre. You thought of yourself as being somewhat difficult to ruffle, but even the most innocuous of comments from him could make your cheeks warm. It was the tone of his smooth, lovely voice. Always speaking under his breath, or low enough that you found yourself leaning in.

“Jewels, right?” you asked, playing it cool because you refused to fall prey to what you knew was a purposeful attempt to throw you off balance. “I heard there was an exhibit coming to town.”

“I’m not really interested in that sort of thing,” Arsène said with a little wave of his elegant hand. “You know the reprehensible means they use to get them, don’t you? So beautiful... but stained with blood. Not too dissimilar from myself, I suppose.”

That momentarily tripped you up. He sounded so genuine, even with the little quip of a joke. Most people couldn’t pull off saying something so nakedly edgy. Maybe it only worked because he was pretty, and you were a fool. So you just smiled. “You really ought to work on this whole subterfuge thing.”

Arsène’s eyes met yours. So intense. “And how would you recommend I do that?”

“Misdirection,” you told him, refocusing on wiping up the counter to avoid his gaze. “The names are bad enough. You’ve gotta at least pretend to be an upstanding member of society, right?”

“Do you think I’m not?” he asked lightly, his head falling to the side, hand braced against his cheek casually. “And here I thought I was perfectly amicable.”

“Oh,” you said. Did he sound offended? You quickly backtracked. “I didn’t mean to imply that I don’t think you are, it’s just that what you said-”

“I’m kidding,” Arsène said, the slightly concerned expression slipping from his face like an easily discarded mask.

You winced, internally kicking yourself. “Ah, sorry.”

“Don’t worry. That was cute,” Arsène said with that oddly infuriating unreadable grin and shutting his notebook to stand up.

“You’re leaving?” you asked, almost confused that he’d wait only to cut the conversation short.

“Haven’t you realized? I’m a wanted man. As much as I’d love to stay and chat, I’ve got things to do,” he said. “Speaking of that, I hope you didn’t miss me too much yesterday. This project is more difficult than I anticipated.”

“That’s fine, it’s not like I expect you to come by,” you said. You lied.

“No?” Arsène asked. He didn’t believe you, that much was obvious. “Fine, then. I’m not afraid to admit that I missed you. I’ll definitely see you tomorrow, though.”

“Can’t wait,” you said. And, despite the half-sarcastic affect you tried to put on, you meant it.

It only settled after he’d already left what he really had said. Missed you. Not for the first time, you toyed with the idea of giving him your number. Then again, maybe you were misreading the situation. After all, you didn’t even know his name.

Still, true to his word, he came around the same time the next day.

This time, it was a Cinnamon Dust Frappe for Garrett. Arsène, or Garrett, was wearing a sweater today in a nod to the rainy weather. Just like everything else he wore, it was entirely in service of his allure, a dark knit with leather elbow patches. White clips kept a section of his hair out of his face, which was curling at the ends. From the humidity? Or perhaps he usually straightened it?

“It took me a minute,” you admitted as you handed him his drink, “Garrett. That’s Thief, right? I have to be honest; you don’t really strike me as the gamer type.”

“I’m full of surprises,” he responded. After a moment, he added, “I haven’t got much time for games these days, but I have some fond memories from when I was a kid.”

“Probably why you’re a criminal,” you said.

If you weren’t mistaken, his eyes widened for a fraction of a second in something like surprise before that was composed into something else, his laughter driving it away. “You might be on to something with that. Video games do make kids violent, after all.”

“So, tomorrow, will it be Ezio? Or Corvo… He’s got a bit of thievery under his belt.”

Arsène scoffed. “I’d never do the same trick twice.”

That made you smile. “I look forward to it.”

After he left, you realized that you’d learned the sixth thing about him. It was such a small and mundane detail, but there was something charming and oddly intimate to imagine Arsène as a kid playing video games.

The next day, you were working register while helping to train the newbie in making drinks. It was cold. Slushy snow half-heartedly sprinkled down outside, and the heater was desperately trying, and failing, to keep the cafe warm. The repairman wouldn’t come until the following morning. All in all, your mood was rather poor.

Until the door opened and a familiar face stepped up to the counter.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you up here,” Arsène said.

“Desperate times,” you said with a shrug. He smiled at that, looking up at the menu contemplatively.

“I’ll have…” he said, “a Mockingbird Mocha Hot Chocolate. Medium.”

“And who might you be today?” you asked professionally, the Sharpie point poised over the side of the cardboard hot drinks cup.

“Prometheus,” he said without hesitation.

You blinked, caught off guard for a second as you tried to figure out the reference. That was… clever. The original thief. You couldn’t help but shake your head in amusement as you scribbled that on the side of the cup. The newbie already knew how to make the drink, leaving you with nothing to do. The cafe was quiet today, a rarity. It was the poor weather. People dropped in to get hot drinks, but you didn’t blame them for not sticking around. Arsène was dressed for the cold, wearing a white cape coat that was either incredibly trendy or strangely fringe. Of course, it worked perfectly on him. He looked ready to hop into a new age fashion catalog for outerwear.

“From gentleman thief to a gangster to god… Moving up in the world, are we?” you asked to fill the silence.

“On the contrary,” Arsène told you “There’s no power in being a god nobody believes in.”

“I’d definitely believe in you if you could warm it up in here,” you told him. “I’ve been freezing all day.”

“I’m sure I could think of a few ways to warm you up,” Arsène said, smirking, his eyes dancing with mischievous amusement. “After all, I’m the one who stole the first flame.”

A shaky exhale left your mouth, becoming something like an awkward laugh because he definitely had you going for a second and you knew it was on purpose but still. “That’s what you meant. Right.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What did you think I was talking about?”

“Here you go,” the newbie said with absolutely perfect timing, handing Arsène his drink. At least your blush was keeping you warm.

“Thank you,” Arsène said, meeting her eyes. You were pretty sure you saw her swoon, which made sense. That was the most practical response to him, after all. He looked back to you. “Try to keep warm, I’d hate for you to be calling in sick.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you said. He grinned, wishing the both of you a good day. And you did warm up. By thinking of all the ways he could keep you warm. At this point, even God Himself probably couldn’t do much about your sinful thoughts.

The next day was another cold one, meaning that it was slow. Because of that, your boss had decided that only one person was needed, and you didn’t mind if that was you. Paid hours were always welcome. More than that, and you hated yourself for it, you hoped to see your Arsène. You’d been scrolling on your phone under the register when the door opened. Winter rushed in like it had been chomping at the bit for the chance, called forth with the jingling of bells. Arsène had arrived right on time, wearing that white cloak coat and tall white heeled boots. Snowflakes shined in his hair, quick to melt in the warmth of the repaired heater. By now, you should have been immune. But you weren’t.

“Alone today?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Eerie, isn’t it?” you replied, gesturing to the empty cafe. “Not that I mind, now that the heater is fixed… What will you be having today?”

“A medium Caramel Leclair Latte,” he said.

“And your name…?”

“Yuri,” he said, which you scribbled onto the cardboard.

“All right… Just gimme a second,” you said. The drink was oddly tame for him, and a lot easier to make. You were pretty sure you could whip up a latte in your sleep. He waited without saying anything, but you could feel him watching. The music was too quiet to be a distraction and you were incredibly aware that it was just the two of you which was stupid because the counter practically put you in a different realm of reality, but-

You forced your thoughts to focus on something else, considering the name he’d given you. It was oddly unassuming, at least by the standards of other names he’d given you. You couldn’t recognize it as anything in particular, either. It was Russian. Or Japanese. It being the name of a Russian thief probably made the most sense contextually, but you were drawing a blank as to the specific reference.

“I can’t figure it out,” you admitted when you finished the drink and set it on the counter between you, “who are you impersonating today?”

Arsène blinked, a second of confusion passing before his lips quirked up just a bit. “Myself, actually. I figured it was time to give you my name. You can call me Yuri. Yuri Leclerc, to be precise.”

That was the seventh thing you learned about him. Your stomach clenched. Out of nerves or excitement or happiness, you couldn’t tell. You smiled, feeling something giddy fuzz in your head. “Well... It... It’s good to meet you, Yuri Leclerc.” Yes, you liked that name. It was better than all the others, even better than Arsène.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Yuri replied smoothly.

“So… Is there a reason for this momentous revelation?” you asked.

Some of the mirth drained from his eyes as he slid two of the little coffee straws into the lid. “I’m leaving town.”

The disappointment that struck you was beyond silly, it wasn’t like you had any claim to him. You’d only just learned his name for God’s sake. “Did the police finally catch up with you?” you asked with a smile, trying to be playful.

“Not yet,” Yuri said. “I prefer to leave before they catch wise.”

“I can never tell if you’re joking or not,” you told him, shaking your head. Sure, he was smiling, but, well, he smiled a lot. It was always unreadable. Amusement at something. Life itself, maybe.

“For your own sake,” Yuri said, his eyes fixing on yours, “you should always assume I am.”

Because that really cleared it up. You decided not to worry about it too much. “But you are leaving, that’s not pretend?”

“Yeah.”

Your heart sank all over again. Stupid, stupid. At least you finally knew his name.

That made for seven things you knew about him. That was enough, wasn’t it? Lucky sevens and all that? Without thinking too hard about it, you grabbed one of the embossed café cards and a pen, scribbling your name and phone number on the back. “If you’re ever back in town or whatever, this is me,” you told him, handing it over. “Or I dunno, I get vacation time. Maybe it’d be fun to take a trip to Almyra or Albinea or wherever gentleman thieves go until the heat dies down.”

Yuri looked at the card for a long moment before tucking it into his wallet, smiling. You felt like you could read this smile, it was warm and friendly. More real than his others, the emotion catching in his eyes, too. “I wonder, do you mean that?”

“Do you want me to?”

“I might.”

“Then I do,” you said with a shrug, like it was easy as that and unsure exactly how much of what you said was strictly playful. It didn’t really matter because it made Yuri smile all over again and the look was fond enough to make your heart seize.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said. “Until then, do you by any chance watch the news?”

“The news?” you asked, confused by the shift in topic. “Not if I can help it.”

“Well, you should, at least for a few days.”

“Am I gonna turn it on and see your mugshot slapped all over some headline about a bank robbery or something?” you asked, mostly joking. Mostly.

“What would have ever given you the impression that I’d do something like that?” he asked, feigning a tone of offense.

“Steal something?” you asked.

“Get caught,” he corrected.

You laughed, thinking of something clever to respond with. Unfortunately, the door opened to admit a trio of bundled up students, killing the moment before you spoke.

“That’s my cue,” Yuri said, picking up his coffee. “Don’t miss me too much until we meet again, yeah?”

“Only as long as you promise not to forget me,” you told him.

“It’s a deal, then.”

“Goodbye, Yuri.”

“Goodbye,” he echoed, his eyes meeting yours and voice gentle. Intimate, almost. Then he was gone, a flash of violet and white disappearing into the winter cold.

It was silly, but you kept an eye on the news like he told you, curious to know if anything would come of it or if you’d just fallen for a cute guy’s ruse. But, no, something did happen. A huge theft. The jewel exhibit that had been about to roll out downtown had been robbed. Such a feat was meant to be impossible, there was seemingly no way it could have been done. But it had and there were no suspects, no public leads. And, not surprisingly, no mugshots.

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jason-pipers · 4 years ago

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the jason/piper breakup and jason’s subsequent death

it is a long and angry post so you have been warned

I’m really sick of seeing Jason Grace/Piper McLean slander in their own tag, and I’m really, really sick of seeing people justify their breakup/his death as good writing.

As I’ve been studying literature and text for the past four years at Uni- I can say with absolute confidence that The Burning Maze utilizing Jason and Piper was horrible. Like a bag of shit mixed together then smeared on paper and published kind of horrible. Actually, you don’t even really need a degree to be able to point out the very basic absurdity of them appearing in TBM. So even though I have a paper due on a completely unrelated topic and a lot of homework, I naturally decided this was a much better thing to write about:

Maybe in another world, Rick’s ghostwriters will be better at writing his books. The reason why the Jason/Piper breakup was extremely confusing and done very poorly in the sense of their character arcs was that there was no buildup to the breakup. In fact, I think these two got together off-screen and broke up off-screen. Yet, I’m sure Riordan sat at his desk thinking “now why don’t people just like Jason and Piper?? I give them so much!” Actually, you gave them nothing. It’s also considerably easy to disguise their breakup as logical when it isn’t. Now, people will argue that the basic foundation of the relationship was poorly made because of Hera’s meddling and that’s why they broke up. This is a lazy way to think about it because it’s obvious you don’t care about the characters so you should just say that and go. Hera’s meddling (putting false memories of Jason in Piper’s head and wiping Jason’s brain) really only gave Piper a vague notion of Jason (based on real attributes the Mist pulls) and also gave PERCY and Jason multiple relationships after the switcheroo. But Piper actually meets Jason and then has a subsequent breakdown that maybe he’s not her boyfriend. However, once she gets to know the real Jason (very accurate to the one she knew in her memories because Aphrodite said she could sense real possibilities hinting at their romance), she is still developing romantic feelings for him. It’s implied that the reason why Piper is falling so fast is because the memories she has of Jason are based on the real Jason. It’s easy to establish that Piper has real romantic feelings for Jason, not the made up Jason because the majority of TLH is them getting to know each other. If she felt like there was some confusion on her part about developing feelings for him because of Hera switching Percy and Jason- why did it not come up EVER? The months where Jason and Piper started dating. How about that long ass quest on the Argo? It could have been a valid plot line but it never came up. If it had come up near the end of the series or maybe even if it was a small subplot in the series, it would make the breakup logical, at least narratively. But no, we end Blood of Olympus with Jason and Piper coming full circle with the moment in the stars. Flash forward three years later to TBM where everything (and I mean EVERYTHING) about Piper and Jason are thrown into the trash. They’re broken up due to the false memories and overall I guess it’s implied Piper doesn’t have feelings for him anymore or something? Or the trauma of being in something like that prophecy was a lot for her to handle and she needed some time to figure things out? Yeah of course! Just like when she will go through another trauma (Jason dying for her) and start dating someone new right after. This would be so much easier to read and digest if these things are shown- in their own series and maybe not as a side thing to Apollo’s series. Reading it in TOA was completely out of left field. I know SO MANY PEOPLE were like that makes so much sense! Good for you Piper! But I was like girl, who are you? I feel like I have not spent any time with you and none of what you’re saying is connecting to anything you were like before. Which leads me to believe people just did not like Piper in HOO but just say that and go. HOO Piper is not TBM/TOA Piper. RR doesn’t know how to characterize his own goddamn characters. Furthermore, everything in canon up until TBM implies and directly states that Jason and Piper are endgame. It’s not to say they didn’t have problems that were resolved or that the way they got together was conventional. There was not even a smidge bit of reluctance to admit they were canon endgame- I think RR even had Cupid involved. There was no prediction or even hint of what would happen in TBM in HOO, which is a very big narrative problem. Jason, always isolated by loved ones and quite frankly always shouldering way more than a human can handle dies exactly the way he suffers. There is no growth or even a small lovely moment where we can see Jason.

This brings me to the most unnecessary death I’ve ever read in my life. I know RR’s ego hurt from the complaints about Jason/Piper/Frank/Hazel/Leo (basically a non-Percabeth character) being underdeveloped. I know his ego was fucked when he “killed” Leo but didn’t really kill Leo so everyone was like what the fuck. I know he wanted to prove he is a good writer but like any other bad writer, he decided to jump the shark. And I know he wanted Jason and Piper to be more likable but the fandom really wanted a Leo-esque character. The breakup really happened because he wanted to demonstrate to critics that he could live with couples not being endgame and knew Jasiper was relatively unpopular compared to Percabeth/Caleo/etc. He wasn’t thinking in terms of ‘does this fit what I’ve created’ but in terms of ‘people might be like oh shit this is violent and they’re finally gone!’. I don’t know what idiotic thought process made him reach the point of killing one of them but he obviously got there. See, there is no difference between Jason or Piper dying in TBM. It could’ve easily been Piper who was impaled by Caligula and reminded Apollo “what it’s like to be human”. They were made *that* insignificant in TBM. Pretty much fucking interchangeable. IN DEATH. It also could’ve been anybody else in the world. It could’ve been that cheerleader from The Battle of the Labyrinth. It could’ve been Piper’s dad. It could have been Sally Jackson. Not a single part of Jason’s death was really related to Jason or his growth. Jason was the main/lead from HOO and if he was destined to die (which he wasn’t because RR doesn’t think anything through anymore), he should have died in his own series. That would make his sacrifice more compelling and important, but dying in TOA is just a big fuck you to his character. I think the only equivalent I can think of is if HOO had solely been Jason’s series but RR pulled up Percy to simply kill him and then just kept writing. What the fuck does TOA have anything to do with Jason or Piper? Or even Leo? I usually love when characters make cameo appearances to remind us of the past we loved them in. Kind of like when Lynda Carter appeared as Asteria in WW1984. Conversely, involving them in the plot and then using them as a plot device for the main character- AKA USING YOUR MAIN CHARACTER AS A PLOT DEVICE FOR ANOTHER MAIN CHARACTER IN A SEPARATE SERIES- is not only dumb but it truly makes everything else you’ve written for the first main character devoid of any real significance. Jason was never a fully fleshed-out character, the way he deserved to be written, because RR couldn’t world build as well as he thought and that ‘every single character gets a POV’ didn’t do the legendary thing he thought it did. However, anything that mattered about Jason was pretty much killed in TBM because he was easily killed by a villain that was not even remotely interested in Jason or aware of his existence. What does FUCK does Caligula mean to Jason? Nothing. Did the final battle create a full circle for Jason other than the line “remember?” which is not really related to his amnesia- no. His character arc was about an identity crisis- being pushed and pulled in two directions. Jason barely means anything to Apollo so RR using Jason as a convenient kill to send home a message is also shitty for Apollo. Lead hero characters can die- they sometimes just have to. Marissa Cooper’s death in the OC narratively makes sense due to the nature of the character being a damsel in distress from the very beginning- a foil to her counterpart, Ryan Atwood. But in this case, RR knew he had to shock people to keep getting $$$. I never got the impression RR cared about Jason or Piper, especially since he was incredibly disrespectful and lazy when writing about Piper. (For that- I can link really detailed posts explaining his racism). The truth is Riordan cannot live without putting his characters in relationships- Frazel, Caleo, Tyson/Ella (?), Hedge/Mellie- but he wanted to prove that he could which is why Jasiper broke up.

Piper’s girlfriend in TON- I didn’t read TON for the reasons above and I don’t think I’ll ever read a Riordan book again: I did find out that Piper gets a GF in TON which at first I thought was incredibly neat but then later became angry when I learned it was only months after Jason’s death? I have always wanted Piper to explore her sexuality but RR has this case of never giving important things the development it deserves. He’s incredibly messy and inconsistent when he creates lgbtqia+ characters, usually only including them so he can get credit for including them. He’s never actually explored Piper’s sexuality fully in the series, but he threw her in yet another relationship we didn’t get to read about right after she was almost beaten to death and then witnessed the murder of her ex-boyfriend. If you think that is representation, please rethink that. We don’t get to hear her talk about anything at all, except maybe mentioning the girl’s name. A subtle hint. Just representation is not good representation and it is right that we demand better representation. Don’t settle for less. For fuck’s sake, Riverdale is only really good at queerbaiting but they get so much praise. (Do they? At this point I can’t tell). If we wanted to explore Piper’s sexuality, it could have been done while she was with Jason or even broken up with him in her own series- why didn’t RR explore the nature of being lgbtqia+ in an Indigenous family? He had the chance to demonstrate an awareness of intersectionality through Piper but he fucked up. He had so much to write about. So, people who are yelling happily about that Piper appearance in TON-???

This was long and frustrating to write. But I had feelings.

#jason grace #Piper McLean #percy jackson #pjo #jasiper #jasper #jiper #toa #trials of apollo #Heroes of Olympus

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yespolkadotkitty · 5 years ago

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Fighting Blind, pt 3

Part I ~ Part II

In the bloody aftermath, the three of us stared down at the huge, inhuman hand that William had severed from the beast with a single clean strike.

“Tao Tei,” I murmured, recognising them from the intricately woven murals on the armour in my exhibits.

“You know what this is?” William demanded. “How?”

“Where I work, I’ve seen them. Woven into art.”

Both men stared at me as if I’d grown an extra head on my shoulders. When neither of them spoke, I stomped moodily over to the horse I had unwillingly shared with Tovar and snatched the water canteen off it, drinking deeply. Drops of water ran down my throat and I savoured the brief coolness.

I surveyed the carnage. The Tao Tei had come over the ridge like a battleship on legs, decimating the bandits, tearing them limb from limb, its reptilian eyes somehow seeing everywhere at once. Its huge jaws rent flesh from bone in scant seconds, and the stench of death, emptied bowels and blood hung in the misty air. I had never longed for a dream to end more in my entire life.

Tovar moved towards the ridge and without thinking I grabbed his arm.

He snarled at me. “What?”

“What are you doing? There could be more.”

He looked me up and down, his face black with a scowl. “I think you know more than you are letting on, princesa.” The word was absolutely not a compliment.

“Fine,” I yelled into his face. “Die, then. It’s only a dream anyway! You aren’t even real.”

Tovar froze, and six feet away, so did William.

They shared a look I couldn’t read. I shoved the crude lid back into the water canteen and tried to scan William’s face.

“What?” I demanded, finally snapping. “Look at me! I’m killing monsters and bandits wearing jeans and a summer t-shirt! In the middle of a desert! With two, what, I don’t know, mercenaries straight out of an action film! What else could this be but a dream?”

I was full on yelling by the time I’d finished, the ends of the words petering out as I screamed myself hoarse.

William held his hands up, palm out, walking toward me slowly like you would with someone who is very likely to brutally stab you in the face with a butter knife. “Your first time in battle? It can muddy things. It happened to boys training in the mercenary guild with me. Taking a life can weigh heavy on your mind.”

Tovar watched us avidly with his big, dark eyes, saying nothing.

“And please, stop yelling. It might attract more of those…. Creatures.”

“Well it doesn’t matter!” I yelled, one hundred and fifty percent done with all this nonsense. I wanted to wake up, watch crappy breakfast television and go to work, hang out with Emma, write applications for funding, maybe do an interview on the radio, catch the tube home, think about updating my profile on OK!Cupid. “It doesn’t matter because-hmmmpf!”

Somehow, Tovar had crept up behind me and shoved a hand over my mouth. I thought about biting him but I didn’t dare. Who knew where those hands had been.

“If you don’t shut your mouth, so help me God, I will shut it for you,” he hissed into my ear.

The half-octave drop of his voice and the hard press of his armoured body against my back made me feel things I should absolutely not have been feeling. But hey. Dream-me isn’t always in charge of all her facilities.

“Am I making myself clear?” Tovar ground out, his beard tickling my ear.

I nodded. It seemed the sensible thing to do.

He dragged me closer to his armoured body and I shivered, half in fear, half in… something else. “Listen carefully. We are going to leave this razed camp and find another. By that time it will likely be nightfall. You can come with us now and we will do our best to keep one another safe, or I will turn you loose and leave you to whatever beasts - four and two-legged roam these desert lands.”

I looked over at William. He made the universal palms-up I don’t know gesture. “We’ve no quarrel with you, miss. If you wish to strike out alone….”

For the first time since I’d woken up in this world of blood and guts and desert scrubland, I entertained the fear that maybe this wasn’t a dream.

My knees started to tremble, the little rabbit of terror scrambling up and down my spine relentlessly. Heat swept up through my body, and I recognised it as a precursor to fainting. Again? I was never usually given to cases of the vapours, but I suppose finding that you’ve somehow ended up very very far from home can do that to a normally level-headed person.

“I’m-” I started to say against Tovar’s hand, and then I knew nothing else.

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"Do you believe she knows something about this creature we killed?"

"Hard to say. Perhaps dehydration has addled her mind."

I opened one eye and listened as Tovar pontificated about how I might be insane.

It was late, the sun, blisteringly red, setting on the horizon in a blur of crimson, orange and gold.

A fire crackled in the centre of our little camp, and the sound of rushing water made me sit up, rubbing my sore head.

"Ah, you're awake. Are you feeling better?"

I glanced over at William where he sat idly turning a spit over the fire. Something that had once had fur rotated at the whim of his hand. He looked… clean. The scent of rosemary soap hung in the air. His hair curled, damp.

"A bit. I think. Where are we?"

"You slept most of the day as we rode. We're travelling north."

I blinked away sleep, the scent of roasting meat making my stomach growl greedily. "Where…. Where's Tovar?"

William inclined his head to the left. "Washing in the stream."

At his words I noticed the surprisingly neat pile of armour, furs, fabric and weapons in front of the wall of scrub. I felt a furious blush creep up my neck, and glanced at William to see if he had noticed, but he was occupied with carving a sliver of meat and checking it for readiness.

At the very edge of my hearing there was a soft melody in Spanish. Soulful, barely there, and the possibility that it could be Tovar making the sounds that pulled on my heartstrings gave me pause.

"Tovar!" William called out. "Time to eat."

"Is she awake?" he demanded, grumpy as ever, husky-edge voice carrying over the scrub.

"Yes, she is," I called back.

"Forgive my companion, miss," William muttered. "He only thought to check if he should dress before joining us for our meal. We’re not used to accommodating a lady."

Heat at the instant image of Tovar unclothed flared low in my belly, but before I could quell it, the irritable Spaniard rounded the scrub, dressed in breeches and an untucked black tunic, unlaced at the neck. He had scooped his hair back in a que, and washed his beard. It hung damply, curling around his jaw. The scent of lemon oil unfurled towards me on the evening air, jolting me from gazing at him. Lemon oil, like in my dreams.

This was not a dream.

And I was suddenly overcome by the intense urge to scream until I vomited, and then curl up into a ball and cry myself dry and hollow.

Thanking my lovely beta, @rzrcrst !

Tagging: @songsformonkeys @keeper0fthestars @hopelessromanticspoonie @just-the-hiddles @agentpike @littlemissthistle @alldatalost @ly--canthrope @starlight-starwrites @stylelovechild @maryan028 @seawhisperer @synystersilenceinblacknwhite @restingnurseface @emesispo @havenforafrazzledmind @tardisfangurl @holographic-carmen @pedropascalito @thewaythisis @mstgsmy @jaime1110 @10-96dispatcher @talesfromtheguild @kindablackenedsuperhero

#fighting blind #tovar fic #pero tovar x ofc #great wall fic

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tev-the-random · 5 years ago

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What it Ursa took her children with her? - Pt.2

As we were saying:

Little over year has passed since the family arrived in Hira’a, and fateful news gets to them: Ozai remarried. His new wife is someone who is honoured to marry the Firelord and doesn’t mind the fact that his head is so deep up his own arse- anyway, and they are expecting a child, who is to be the Firelord’s legitimate heir.

Azula’s hopes and dreams are shattered. At age ten, she is quite literally being replaced in her beloved father’s life. It’s like she’s never even existed, and she can’t help but wonder what she did wrong.

Zuko is also upset, of course. All those years when Ozai told him he was unfit and worthless come flooding back. But somehow, he already expected things to turn out like this. Unlike Azula, he wasn’t so deeply feeding on hopes that things would go back to normal. He sees it more as a situation that was out of everyone’s control.

He convinces Azula it’s not her fault, and these kids will still be trying to understand and defend their father later down the road. There must be a reason for all of this, right? They start thinking of a reasonable scenario…

Ursa just feels sorry for the poor woman who has to deal with Ozai now.

So we get a timeskip: about three years came and went. Zuko and Azula – treated as kids and not as weapons – lead a peaceful and happy life whenever they’re not thinking of their father and everything they could be doing out there.

They have become known local troublemakers in their spare time. Kids know better than to challenge them, people know not to leave flammable goods out in the open – a strict policy regarding fireworks has been established after a chaotic incident – and failure to keep an eye on them this one time led to… well, let’s just say that the town is still unsure of whether or not they’re is being haunted by evil spirits.

They aren’t allowed anywhere near Forgetful Valley, but bold of you to assume they never tried. In-jokes arise.

‘No, I’m serious: that tree’s face looked exactly like yours, Zuzu. You really should befriend it,’ Azula mocks, remembering a particularly ugly tree they encountered in their adventure.

‘Sorry, I wasn’t looking at it. I was busy looking for whoever it was that asked you,’ Zuko retorts. ‘Since Forgetful Valley has all the kinds of crazy stuff.’

‘Maybe we should go back and look for your impulse control, then.’

‘None of you are going back in there,’ Ursa reprehends. ‘It was very irresponsible of you. Forgetful Valley is a dangerous place, you could have gotten hurt!’

‘Your mother is right, you know?’ Noren comments. ‘I’ve been to that jungle before, and it’s definitely not a playground. But I swear…’ He makes a dramatic pause. ‘I once saw Ursa’s sense of humour in there.’

The kids burst out laughing while Ursa sighs. ‘Since you can find such amazing things in the valley, dear, why don’t you go back there and find yourself actual funny jokes? I’m sure my sense of humour will be around the same corner.’

*More laughter*

(IDK, I write crappy comedy, ok?)

They still have a bit of a hard time making friends. I wouldn’t say they are shy, but they definitely have a talent to say the wrong things at the wrong times, and it’s hard to make deep connections. Sure, they would play with other kids from time to time, but in the end, Zuko and Azula are each other’s best friend.

They’ve cleared an area by the beach that any Hira’a resident knows to stay away from when they’re training.

Azula discovered a great passion for theatre. Not only are her acting skills fantastic, she also seems to be naturally aware of what makes a good scene. People say she’s Noren’s Little Assistant.

She hates being called Noren’s Little Assistant. She would much rather be called Ursa’s Little Star, because goddamn is she a good actress and she needs everyone to know that.

Zuko is more of a plant-lover guy. Unfortunately, he hasn’t inherited his grandmother’s green thumb, and despite Ursa’s best efforts to teach him, it seems like everything he touches dies.

He has grown to show a way with animals, however. Any variety of frogs and toads love him; lizards of all kinds are attracted to him like he’s a magnet; furry animals big and small adore him and any type of bird-like creature seems to think he is the best human being in existence. But his favourite animals are still the turtleducks.

Back in the palace, Iroh eventually learns of Ozai’s bullshit and how he got the throne in the first place. And you know what? The time has come for Iroh to draw a line in the sand. He confronts his little brother, who confronts him back by telling him that, should he try to tell anyone in the Fire Nation the truth – that Ozai was a top-grade traitor who actually had no right to the throne –, no one would believe him. Since his brother won’t be sensible, Iroh decides that’s it: he’s fucking out.

Now a fugitive from the Fire Nation, he somehow winds up owning a lovely traveling tea shop called the Jasmin Dragon. Most people don’t even suspect he is the fearful Dragon of the West, because he’s just so nice?

You can bet he serves blends of tea from all across the nations.

The tea shop is also a good cover up for his exchanges with the Order of the White Lotus. He gives and receives information, and does his best to help villages to either defend themselves or evacuate during Fire Nation attacks.

One day a member of the White Lotus travels to Hira’a for one reason or another and finds Zuko and Azula. This person then sends a letter to Iroh.

Iroh comes to Hira’a to visit the family. He’s glad to see they’re ok, even if he can’t stay for too long. But long enough for some Quality Time – these kids have grown so much!

Iroh doesn’t know of Ursa’s part in Azulon’s assassination, and only assumes she knew of Ozai’s plan. But now, it’s time that her children learned a couple of things, and he is willing to teach them, so that when the time arrives for them to meet their destiny, they should be able to choose wisely and face whatever comes their way. So he asks the children to accompany him in his travels.

Ursa doesn’t want to let them go. They’re children, they should be here living a peaceful life, not meeting some grand, dangerous destiny! What if something horrible happened to them?

Iroh understands the pain of losing a child. He doesn’t want to make Ursa spend her time worrying about losing two, so he respects her decision and soon leaves the town.

But the siblings are not about to just sit here when they know they’re destined for something greater. What incredible knowledge did their uncle hold? Did their father have something to do with this? They always knew there was more to their fate than just living in Hira’a for the rest of their lives, and this is their chance; it’s now or never.

Zuko and Azula are about to sneak out and follow Iroh when Noren spots them. But instead of trying to stop them – he is well aware that he can’t – he gives them two masks and some advice about never forgetting who they were.

Why yes, I am saying that they eventually take the masks and become partners in crime, Zuko as the Blue Spirit and Azula as the Red Spirit, because parallels.

They catch up with their uncle and adventures and shenanigans issue as Zuko, Azula and Iroh cross the Earth Kingdom.

Now imagine this trio: two of the most awkward firebending teenagers travelling with their old tea-loving uncle, who spits proverbs like he’s made of them. The possibilities for both hilarious and heart-warming moments are endless.

Iroh thinks himself a matchmaker. Whenever he thinks he sees some romance going on, he encourages his nephew or niece to make a move. His flaming cupid arrows do more damage than good, yet he only has good intentions at heart. Teens all around the kingdom encourage you to stop, sir.

Their new life is even more humbling than in Hira’a, since they are constantly travelling. But they manage, and they know their uncle is nothing but wise… even if Azula is still quite arrogant and manipulative, and Zuko is impatient and hot-headed, which can lead to a lot of conflict.

Iroh teaches them both how to create and redirect lightning. Zuko is better at redirecting than Azula. Creating it, on the other hand, is a bit more complicated, and both of them get their fair share of explosions while learning. Neither of them really gets a hang of it – although Azula is better at it than Zuko, that’s not saying much – for they still have a lot of identity-related turmoil inside them that won’t let them grasp the energy.

Guess who else teaches them? Other members of the White Lotus. Both Zuko and Azula get some swordsmanship Skills™ from Piandao, some different (and somewhat unwillingly taught) firebending technics from Jeong-Jeong and a lot of things from Bumi, including but not limited to: creative thinking, the art of patience, strategic planning, dealing with pirates and a surprising amount of rocks-related knowledge.

Bumi adopted Zuko and Azula and gave himself the role of Second Uncle. You cannot convince me otherwise.

So one day, little over a year after the siblings joined Iroh, they wind up in a city where this big circus is performing. Uncle Iroh decides to take his niece and nephew to see it. And oh, aren’t they surprised by who they see performing?

Even though Ty Lee was essentially the only one between her sisters to befriend Azula – and consequentially, the only one to periodically spend time in the palace with her –, Zuko and Iroh still have a hard time distinguishing her from the six other girls who look exactly like her, uncertainly calling her all different names before Azula snaps ‘you idiots, that’s Ty Lee!’.

The acrobat is so glad to see her friend again, because damn: it’s been nearly four years since they last saw or even heard from each other! And Zuko, I thought you were dead? This is such a neat reunion, there’s so much for them to talk about! And sure, the circus has to leave soon and so do the siblings, but Ty Lee reassures them that, if they ever needed her, she wasn’t hard to find. This isn’t the last we’ll see of Ty Lee.

Azula doesn’t let it show, but she resents Ty Lee a little bit for choosing to abandon her noble life. She really wishes she could have had a choice.

Uncle Iroh tells the siblings stories about the war that would have some day mesmerized them. But now, his opinions about those events and what he did as a prince general have changed; that, along with what the family sees in their journey – all the horrors brought to innocent people – gives Zuko and Azula a new perspective on what they used to think was a greater good. It will still take a while for Azula to understand that no, these people are no lesser than her and for Zuko to understand why any of that matters.

Iroh eventually tells them the truth about Azulon’s death. Or at least, what he knows of it: their father killed Azulon, banished them, took the throne by force and planned to gain more power at the expense of everyone. This is a lot to take in, and the siblings don’t quite believe it.

After four years thinking about it, Zuko and Azula decided to take their mother’s early words – they went to Hira’a to be safe – and formulate what for them was a reasonable scenario. They believe that Ozai never actually wanted any of this to happen. The whole family had to have been in danger, be it due to some political, social or personal threat, and Ozai wanted to take it all by himself to protect them. So he sent his wife and children away, concocted a plan with Azulon to cover for them and, once Azulon died and left him the throne, remarried to keep appearances. To Zuko and Azula, this makes perfect sense. And they thoroughly convince themselves of that.

They initiate an argument, thinking that Iroh is jealous of Ozai.

Their uncle sees these children are starting to stray from their path, but he knows this is a necessary journey for them. They will never be able to deal with reality unless they face it.

The siblings leave Iroh, planning to head straight to the Fire Nation capital and find out what really happened. Maybe now that they are older, it would be a perfect time to come back home; they surely could defend themselves from any threats.

Of course, they’ll be very disappointed to know that Ozai was just a bitch and never actually cared for any of them.

I don’t have a full formed idea about how their reencounter with their father would go down, but I say Ozai would officially banish both his children from the Fire Nation for trying to cause a commotion – which could easily be perceived as a threat. Not only that, but Zuko and Azula are the children of a traitor; cue for Ozai revealing what happened that night four years ago, confirming that he was the one to kill Azulon with Ursa’s help.

I also think that, after that day, the Firelord would have discreetly helped spread rumours about Ursa that would drag her name through the mud in the Capital – was she cheating on Ozai? Was she selling Fire Nation information to the Earth Kingdom? Was she planning a coup against the Firelord? Her crimes change from mouth to mouth. In the end, no one would take Zuko or Azula back unless Ozai wanted it. But he doesn’t. Not now, at least…

But Ozai also decides to play with his options: he plants a seed of doubt in his children’s minds; should they prove themselves useful later on, it would only take pulling a few strings for them to come crawling back to him. So he tells them that they needed to prove themselves for everyone to see that they weren’t traitors like their mother. They needed to prove their worth so that he could accept them.

Ozai goes a step further with Azula and tells her that, before his demise, Firelord Azulon had a plan. A plan to bring her back and put her in the leading, prestigious role she was always meant to get. But they needed to wait for the right time. There is a right time, Princess Azula. Your hopes were right all along, they will come for you eventually if you prove yourself.

The siblings have a lot to think about while they’re leaving the Fire Nation. They idolized Ozai so much all these years. But the undeniable truth came crashing down on their heads, spoken by the man himself. What would they do now? They didn’t think it possible, but their harsh actions made things so much worse: they couldn’t come back to their mother, they didn’t have many hopes of running into Iroh again, they can’t even set foot in their homeland anymore; Zuko and Azula are all on their own.

Maybe it’s time to turn a new leaf. It starts with them being fairly neutral, not completely loyal to either the Fire Nation or to the rest of the world. During this period, they would argue a lot about what to do or where to go next, getting separated and going their own ways before destiny makes them stick together again, over and over.

They manage to get a few deals and own a few favours here and there, become known thieves as the Spirits, and maybe meet up with Ty Lee’s circus every now and again. Life is hard.

But there is one thing that is about to be a beacon in their darkness…

Time to catch up to the show. Oh, you thought I wouldn’t go there?

Part 3 coming right up!

(I know I said this would be a two-parter, but it got ridiculously long, so I split it again. Three-parter now.)

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fountainpenguin · 5 years ago

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Cupid is an Olympian God so he's technically not a Fairy and yet he has an Anti-Fairy counterpart, Anti-Cupid... So is there an Anti-Fairy for every other Olympian God example like Anti-Zeus???

In my ‘fics Cupid isn’t an official Olympian. He’s a cherub from a family line that were blessed by deities.

According to traditional Fairy beliefs, when the Tuatha Dé Danann realized they were about to be sealed inside Planet Earth, Aengus (god of youth, love, and poetry) personally tasked a cherub named Aphrodite Eros and her descendants with the task of preserving every species in the known universe. This is where the Eros Nest seen in my ‘fics comes from: it’s a massive menagerie containing several representatives of every species in the known universe. Cupid’s family are generally seen as advocates of true love, but their main concern is reproduction and survival.

Cupid’s family are blessed with high levels of otherworldly power, allowing them to manipulate the forces of attraction in a way other Fairies and Anti-Fairies can’t. The Eros family aren’t worshipped the way a god might be, but they are extremely respected and are above most of the usual Fairy laws. They can travel Fairy World if they wish and are treated as celebrities wherever they go.

FOP Cupid hangs out with the Olympians sometimes. They kind of baby him, but think he’s cute and throws awesome parties. Partying hard and wielding high social status are the basic requirements for hanging with their crowd. He’s wholly Fae by birth (hence Anti-Cupid) but is an honorary deity.

#asks #Anon #FAIRIES!#ridwriting #Cupid is neat and I should write him more

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thecrimsonvalley · 5 years ago

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RDR Secret Cupid - “For my next trick...”

This one goes out to you @smithandrogers! I’m your backup cupid for the @rdrsecretcupid2020 and I really hope you’ll enjoy the text, it was super fun to get to write these two dorks <3 ~~~ There were many people he would consider when the phrase “skulking off” came up around the camp. In fact, Arthur was well aware that he himself was one of these individuals, though his position as golden boy, adoptive son and all those other lovely phrases gave him quite the leeway to come and go as he pleased. One of the few individuals for who he would not use this word was Josiah. It was not so much the action of him taking his leave or moving from camp to get a breather. No it was the word “skulking off” that did not suit this well dressed gentleman. A person of his composure did not “skulk”: they “took their leave”, “withdrew”, “removed themselves” or whatever other fancy word they could possibly come up with. No matter which one, he had seen the other man move away from the camp site and, after a short debate, he himself had followed.

Arthur found no particular shame in confessing he enjoyed Josiah's company. There had been many, both men and women, whose presence he had found a great deal of enjoyment in yet he could never help himself from placing an individual scale onto it. While some were soft and gentle, requiring a great deal of attention others blew through his life like a hurricane and every encounter left him with the feeling he had just been ran over by several trains. For the time being he had not managed to figure just where this man was supposed to be categorised.

Stepping into a clearing between the trees, his eyes set onto the back of the other man. With a smile he acknowledged that this place was certainly a neat little spot for some brief alone time. The trees gave enough shade, cutting off any view from the main camp yet their roots had not shot up enough through the ground to render it completely unusable. Thought the thought felt quite out of place, Arthur could not help but to consider that this would be an almost idealistic place for a little outing, if one was so inclined. Almost as if Josiah had sensed his presence, the man spun around, the gesture almost unnaturally smooth. The only one he had seen coming even close had been the manners in which Hosea had held himself in younger years when retelling his endeavours during his short acting career. It was either a scene thing or a conman thing, neither of which he himself possessed. A smile played over the other man's lips as he gave a light bowing motion. “If it isn't Arthur out for a stroll” Josiah said, his voice as melodic as ever “what a pleasured encounter!” “Just thought I ought to make sure ya don't get eaten by a bear or what not.” He heard Josiah give a laughter combined with the low line of “perish the thought” as he once more turned. By now Arthur could see that he had been carrying along one of his bags, full of what he had never really figured out. It was a private matter, outlaws or not it was not in his nature to rummage through the belongings of anybody in camp. “Now that you're here” came Josiah's cheerful voice “you might as well be my test audience.” “Ya sure you wouldn't rather have me fetch Jack? Or Sean?” Arthur muttered, adding on a grumble “then again, we'd all have to listen to that idiot yap his mouth off about faes and what not!” “Let's not spoil the act before you've seen it.” There was a bit of an accusing tone in Josiah's way of speaking and, despite his own pride taking a little bit of a turn, Arthur did sit down in the grass. Sure, he had enjoyed some of those tricks, even though he couldn't for his life figure out of what use they were. Perhaps he had lost some touch with his sense of wonder and whimsy; a sentiment he felt most strongly to be the truth. “Pick a card.” Choking back a laughter, Arthur bit down onto the line of how it was the oldest trick in the book and instead did as he was told. Hovering his hand above the outstretched deck, he took a small bit of amusement out of almost pinching one of the cards before shaking his head and once more “contemplating” which one he should settle on. Throwing a glance at Josiah, he was rather surprised that the other man did not appear to be bothered at all by his jest, just patiently holding onto the cards with that charming smile on his lips. Saving his own mind before it went wandering, Arthur finally tugged one out. “Don't show me” Josiah continued, turning his face rather dramatically “memorise the number and colour!” With a shrug of the shoulder, Arthur did as told before sliding the card back into the deck. It was quite hard to pretend like he did not know how this would end but he patiently waited through the other man shuffling the deck about. With a snarky sentence resting onto his tongue, he felt a light pinch of surprise as he watched Josiah give the deck a sharp slap, the cards seemingly vanishing from out of his hands. “Well good look finding it now” Arthur muttered, though he was quickly silenced with a “shhh, it's not done yet” from the other man. “Pray tell, Mr Morgan, is this your card?” Josiah's hand movement was as flowing as water as he reached over towards the side of his face, brushing against his cheek, sending shivers down his entire body. With all his might, Arthur tried to pretend like it had not bothered him, all the while attempting to get a read on the other man. Was the smirk an invite? A mere gesture of amusement because he had been caught off guard? As the card was flashed before his eyes he gave a grunt, pushing the other man's hand away. “Yeah, yeah, that's the right one, you've done it a thousand times.” “You offend me Mr Morgan” Josiah responded, dramatically pushing his hand towards his chest “it seems I have to really floor you with the next one!” “Really? Ya gotta work on that originality ya know? What ya gonna do, pull a crow out of yer sleeve? Never ending handkerchiefs?” It did feel like a tiny victory as he watched Josiah give a little frown, his fingers sliding up to twirl through his dark curls and stroke down his moustache. It was a gesture that Arthur found as fascinating as it was charming. Then again there was a lot of things he found absolutely infatuating about this man that came and went as he pleased. He would be damned if he could not confess, at least to himself, that he found him alluring in all the right ways. “Well Arthur, you've forced my hand” Josiah said, straightening his back “I shall have to perform the act of a lifetime!” “Finally something original then.” “So it shall be.” Half by half expecting the other man to turn about, Arthur felt a tad dumbfounded as he watched Josiah instead step up in front of him, straightening his sleeves in that manner that only a skilled con artist could. It was a terrible gesture: not for its performance itself but rather for how it made his heart make a leap in his chest. He was not a man used to being wooed, it was him who did that to others but Josiah, this terribly wonderful man, he certainly had at least a hint of power to do so. “I shall now ask a person in my audience to close their eyes.” “Well now, how's that gonna impress anyone?” Arthur chuckled. “Patience, Mr Morgan, patience.” Shrugging his shoulders, he did as told, though the mere fact of sitting there, hands rested over his own knees and heart still beating like a drum gave him an awful strange sensation. He could hear the other man move about, the ruffling of shirt sleeves and the steps in the soft grass heightened by his lack of sight. Over it all was the low beat of his own pulse, his inner voice screeching while outwards showing nothing. The gentle brush of Josiah's fingers came against his cheek and Arthur thanked his lucky star that he had perfected the art of remaining stationary. While still trying to figure the trick out, a vain attempt from his side to remain one step ahead of his companion, he felt the sudden warm sensation of a pair of lips upon his own. Almost choking on his own breath, Arthur quickly opened his eyes, looking right into the soft yet oh so amused gaze of the other man. “You shall now fall hopelessly in love with me.” No matter how much he wished to say something, be it protest or agreement, Arthur felt his throat choking up, rendering him speechless. He did observe how the other man seemed to tense for a few seconds, perhaps awaiting some sort of outburst or reaction yet when none came, Josiah instead gave an amused “oh my, is it already taking effect?”. This simple sentence, dripping with a teasing tone, finally shook him back into gear. With a mix of wishing to defend his own selfish pride and not be made a fool of, Arthur reached his hands out, grasping onto the coat of the other man and with a swift movement he managed to tug him down, trying his best to soften the fall. Despite how much his thoughts told him to “pay back in kind” he was none too keen on accidentally hurting the now laughing man in the process. To wrestle Josiah down onto the ground, pinning his hands onto the grass, was barely a sport at all. Brutal strength was his own talent and one he knew that few in camp could match him with. Despite how much he had wished for it to be a move to show power or confidence, Arthur could not help but to let his lips crack up into a smile upon hearing the amused chuckle from the man before him. “Yes, indeed, I would say it is working just as it should.”

#fanfiction #rdr2 #Arthur Morgan #Josiah trelawny #Morlawny #Arthur x Josiah #RDRSecretCupid2020 #these two dorks I can't even #I really hope you enjoy it!

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cryptoriascollectiblog · 6 years ago

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Monster High doll collecting Questionnaire - answered

Finally had time to take photos for this thing. Hope it’s worth the wait!

1) Introduce yourself and tell us how long you’ve been collecting Monster High dolls! Hey y’all! My name’s Tori and I’ve been collecting Monster High since I think...either the end of 2014 or early 2015. Before S5 of the webisodes aired.

2) How many MH dolls do you have?

Can I just say “a lot” and leave it at that? I kid I kid. I have like 27 Monster High dolls. That may not seem like a lot but I swear I just had 13 like four dolls ago...fingers crossed I didn’t forget to count anyone. That’s a sign of too many dolls :’D I also have two vinyl MH figures (Frankie and Draculaura) and a Rock Candy Draculaura figure.

3) Is Monster High your favorite doll line? Why or why not? Yes. Yes it is. Forever and ever. Took me a little while to realize it but as I accumulated dolls I realized most of my passion for collecting (as well as creative inspiration) revolved almost entirely around Monster High. That line is perfect for me in every way: tied to/inspired by classic Monsters, bold and edgy gothic fashion, a unique art style...I can’t tell you how much I’ve evolved as a creative individual since embracing my love of Monster High.

4) Who’s your favorite MH ghoul?

I wish Cupid had stuck around in MH a little longer. I would’ve loved an elaborate dress (and makeup) for her!

5) Favorite Manster? My favorite Manster is actually Andy Beast from Skull Shores. Since he never reappeared in more than background shots and Mattel never produced a doll of him I’ll go with this guy:

6) Do you own any dolls of your favorite ghoul and/or manster? How many? I own one Deuce doll, his Boo York doll. He came with Cleo and I love Boo York Cleo so I had to get both. I actually hate how the writing team handled Deuce and their relationship in the movie: as far as I’m concerned it isn’t canon. (He fell so far from Ghouls Rule! Definitely the best part of that movie including his friendship with Frankie.)

I own many Frankie and Draculaura dolls. Stay tuned for pics~

7) Do you own any playsets? If so which one(s)? If not, is there a reason?

I found this at a thrift store. It didn’t have any accessories though. Still, I’m glad I own it <3 Considering I photograph Draculaura more than any of my other dolls. I do wish I had another playset--either the catacombs or the Deadlux high school: they’d make such great backdrops for photography! Sadly I have no space.

8) Of the original main ghouls (including Ghoulia, Spectra and Abbey) which is your favorite? Got any dolls of them?

TA~DA! I’d actually also love to add Ghouls Rule Frankie to my collection but she’s not an immediate must-have.

9) Favorite character with only one doll release?

I know there were technically two but they’re essentially the same doll so it doesn’t count.

10) Character with too many dolls (in your opinion?) Uh...Toralei honestly. I don’t like her, I’ve never liked her but she pops up a lot more than I expected. Is this so there’s a matching bully in some of these sets or is she that popular and I’m the odd one out?

11) Any character you would’ve liked to see in a doll line that didn’t make it? (i.e. Lagoona in Sweet Screams or Draculaura in Power Ghouls, etc) Apart from another C.A. Cupid doll in like Dawn of the Dance or Dot Dead Gorgeous (can you imagine??) I would’ve loved to see Draculaura in Freak du Chic. I’m aware she had a Scarnival doll but that’s not the same thing. I want a doll with a similar design to her circus mini. I also think adding Lagoona to the “Scarily Ever After” line would’ve been neat (a la Little Mermaid, of course.) I know we saw her as a Mermaid in Great Scarier Reef” but I would’ve loved to see one with a fairytale twist.

Also more Sweet Screams dolls. Best line ever <3

12) Any ideas you would’ve liked to see in a doll line? An eighties glam-rock n roll band stylized after Jem and the Holograms but with a gothic edge. I’m not talking Fierce Rockers, I mean all of the core ghouls (with Ghoulia as like the manager) along with a better-designed Clawdeen. I didn’t mind what we got but she wasn’t “outrageous” enough for me.

Also a “vintage-themed” line as an homage to the ghouls’ famous parents (including Operetta.)

13) Is there a “grail” MH doll for you? If so do you own it? I feel like my grail dolls keep changing. For a long time it was Collector Draculaura, then OG draculaura, then Dawn of the Dance Draculaura...then Ghouls Rule Frankie and the whole Sweet Screams crew. I guess I can’t make up my mind ^^; Truthfully I have most of these now so I’m pretty content with my collection. I still want a couple older dolls (CLAWDEEN and maybe OG Lagoona) as I’ve said and I must have all the Sweet Screams dolls. Beyond that I’m good.

14) Thoughts on the cancelled Ever After High crossover? Okay so I will be forever annoyed Mattel didn’t wait to reboot everything until after the crossover. That said what I saw in the storyboards and posts floating around didn’t really impress me. There’s so much potential here and I feel like Mattel took the easiest route possible with it. If you’re going to crossover these two lines a) go ALL out with the designs and b) INVOLVE C.A. CUPID. Plus we’ll never know now if Astra Nova is the blue fairy/her daughter.

15) Thoughts on the 2016 reboot faces?

Why Mattel. Why was this necessary.

With Vampirina and now Super Monsters you really should’ve stuck with your older audience. Or saved the “Monster Family” line exclusively for said younger audience and just scaled down the original line to remind your older crowd, collectors included, why we love this line.

Heck, at this point I’d be happy with detailed collector-only lines released on like Amazon. A limited line is better than no Monster High at all, especially if it’s highly detailed and exceptionally spooky.

16) Thoughts on the 2016 “Monster Family” line?

So I like the idea behind this line but loathe the articulation. I held off buying Alivia and Kelpie for a long time because I hoped for better quality with later releases. Whoops. All of this said there was potential here to attract a younger crowd exclusively with a brighter and less-articulated family line. Siblings or not they could’ve avoided directly crossing over by merely mentioning the OG ghouls, instead focusing on friendships and relationships with their parents. That’s what I’d have done at least.

17) How bout the SDCC exclusives? What was your favorite? Do you own any? No and I wish I did ;-; While I wasn’t as impressed with them as the Ever After High exclusives I would’ve loved a Hexiciah doll. He’s actually my favorite “manster.” (Heck! You could’ve incorporated him into the crossover, being as he’s half fairy!) I should check ebay...

18) How about Amazon exclusives? I have two! The amazing and unique Draculaura who as far as I’m concerned is the best MH doll ever released and Zomby Gaga. The others never impressed me or lived up to the same quality promised in the first exclusive. I just couldn’t pass up a Lady Gaga monster!

19) Favorite Frankie Stein doll?

Aaah this is tough. All the Frankies I own are my favorite ^^; Sweet Screams, Freaky Fusion, her classroom doll I turned into a fearleading one, and while I don’t own her original doll (mine is the 2014 release) I love that one two. I also like Wave 2 Frankie and as I said Ghouls Rule. (Honestly though I thiiiiink Sweet Screams is number one...which is funny because I did not want her when I first started collecting. For whatever reason I thought I’d be happy with one doll of each character. Again I say: whoops)

20) Favorite Draculaura doll?

21) Favorite Clawdeen Wolf doll? Freak du Chic, her OG doll and I think Boo York. I’m so mad her outfit isn’t more stylish. Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it to buy her and like one of her fashion packs...but that’s actually more expensive on Amazon than her original doll!

22) Favorite Cleo de Nile doll?

Originally Dawn of the Dance wasn’t a favorite but now that I own the doll I realize just how much she stands out (why wasn’t purple lipstick used more often???)

23) Favorite Lagoona Blue doll? Skull Shores, her OG doll and I think Dawn of the Dance. I’m not a big fan of the mohawk but I appreciate the detail in her outfit...plus I love blue makeup.

24) Favorite Ghoulia Yelps doll?

I also like Sweet Screams (although she’s my least favorite of the line) and Dawn of the Dance. Honestly maybe I should’ve set my sights on that whole line XD Except I’m not the biggest fan of the Clawdeen and Frankie.

25) Favorite Spectra Vondergeist doll? I’m not as familiar with Spectra’s dolls but I think either Dot Dead Goregeous or Ghouls Night Out.

26) Favorite Abbey Bombinable doll? Sweet Screams <3

27) Favorite Venus McFlytrapp doll? Zombie Shake

28) Favorite Rochelle Goyle doll? Zombie Shake

29) Favorite Operetta doll? Either or OG doll or Scaritage (the latter kind of reminds me of Lucille Ball for whatever reason)

30) Favorite Toralei Stripe doll? I’m really not a fan of her dolls (Orange is such a hard color to compliment correctly) but I do kind of like the stark design in her Fierce Rockers doll.

31) Favorite Jinafire Long doll? I’m not a big fan of her dolls either (I feel the same way about Green that I do Orange) so I’ll say her “New Scaremester” doll.

32) Favorite Skelita Calaveras doll? Scarnival! I’m still half-tempted to purchase this doll one day...provided I can find her!

33) Favorite Howleen Wolf doll? Her original doll. I wish she hadn’t switched to straight/pink hair! The orange stood out in a good way. Someday I hope I find her in a thrift store...

34) Favorite Twyla Bogeyman doll? Freak du Chic

35) What do you do with your dolls? (Display them, take photos of them, etc) I display them, sometimes change their poses and I take photos! I’m still an amateur at that but I’m learning as I go and I think I’ve improved!

36) Is Monster High the only doll line you collect? Why or why not? Sort of? It’s the only line I primarily collect now. I keep my eye on a couple others in case something catches my eye but like I said I’m low on space. Some of my other collections include: Ever After High (complete with maybe the exception of TriCastleon Lizzie Hearts one day) Super Heroes (this also includes high quality collectibles. One day I’d like Mystique but she’s only available on ebay and out of my price range right now. Plus I’ve found the production condition of each varies...) Disney Princesses/Frozen (sometimes I tell myself I should get Mulan for varying reasons but I’ve only taken photos of my Elsa doll so what does that tell you) Vampirina + Hotel Transylvania (This includes toys as well. HT seems to have wrapped up for the time being and as I’ve stated numerous times I’m fickle with Vampirina merchandise. Nonetheless both of these are technically ongoing) Equestria Girls (Done unless Hasbro releases a new Adagio Dazzle doll. Also fashion packs or a dAYDREAM SHIMMER DOLL COME ON--ahem-- I’m still planning to get rid of most of my older dolls.) I tried getting into Disney’s “Attractionistas” but only acquired two before they stopped selling in the parks. To be honest the quality dropped anyway and they’ve only got basic articulation. I’m not sure I’m going to keep the ones I have...we’ll see.

37) Do you still collect Monster High dolls? (i.e. scour the internet and/or secondhand stores?) Technically? I got three for Christmas and still poke my head in thrift stores now and then. For the most part though I’m essentially finished, I only say I keep going because there are a few older dolls I will definitely have someday.

38) There’s a lot of new Monster doll/toy lines out now: thoughts if any? H’okay so here’s the Earth--

jk jk I’m old XD

I make it a point to investigate new Monster lines: monsters are my life, nothing gives me greater creative fuel so it is my duty!

Right now there are technically three others out there although like I said, Hotel Transylvania seems to be out of stores. Don’t know if it’s still available on Amazon. The other two are Vampirina and Super Monsters. I’ve talked about them before--they’re largely for a much younger crowd, even younger than the MH reboot audience but there are some highlights for us older collectors if you love monsters as much as I do. I’m a big fan of world building and the spooky aesthetic: I love seeing how different franchises approach this. Character designs too: it can be a little tricky in the “family friendly monster” genre: a successful one balances spooky with well...friendly. I think Vampirina is most successful in this department. Super Monsters leans more towards the cutesy side. That said, I actually prefer their world set up over Vampirina. As well as the approach to being a monster which isn’t surprising since Vampirina is essentially one giant whimsical metaphor.

Super Monsters has only just joined the merchandise department which I know I’ve said before. I look forward to seeing how it evolves. Vampirina too: most of the toys, while cute, are more “toy” than doll and I’m not a big fan of gimmicks so I haven’t bought any of the singing dolls. Fingers crossed we get something a little more...elaborate? Even if it’s just a limited release (I do love the one figure/doll I have though! Best of the merchandise released so far <3)

Going back quickly to Hotel Transylvania...I maintain Jazware’s wasn’t the best choice of manufacturer. So many little things that needed a touch more thought. Although I will give them points for clothing quality and faceup!

39) And finally, what’s your favorite thing about Monster High? Can be past or present!

I think I’ve covered why I love it throughout this questionnaire: Monster High inspires me. It came into the world fresh and with a lot of creative power behind it. It turned so many heads and shook up the doll world as we know it. It brought monsters back into the light and that’s never gone away. If anything it’s blown up even more: that may not have happened without Monster High. Was the writing great? No. But the theme songs, the designs and especially the original lessons taught stood out on their own: Be yourself. Be unique. Be a monster.

Hell yeah, Monster High <3

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marshmallow-the-vampire-slayer · 7 years ago

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MTVS Epic Rewatch #202

BTVS 7x17 Lies My Parents Told Me

Obligatory Soundtrack

Stray thoughts

1) Tbh, instead of the Spike or the Ripper spin-off, THIS is the spin-off the Buffyverse needs and deserves…

We don’t get to see much of Nikki Wood but the little we do, I love. She definitely has Buffy’s sass, spunk, and punning powers. And she can kick ass!! I just think it’s such a wonderful premise to have a black slayer fighting demons in the backdrop of 1970s New York.

It’s also neat to see the interactions between Nikki and Spike and how they mirror Spike’s relationship with Buffy in the early seasons – Spike chasing after her in what looks like foreplay to him while the Slayer only feels hatred and disgust towards him yet they’re still pitted against each other as worthy opponents.

2) I truly feel for Robin in this scene, though.

I mean, getting his ass saved by his mother’s murderer must be very conflicting, to say the least.

3) This is such a sad yet truthful statement…

Hey, any apocalypse I avert without dying? Yeah, those are the easy ones.

4) Oh, Giles, don’t you ever go changing…

BUFFY Maybe you're right. Maybe everything is fine.

BUFFY Giles, what's wrong?

GILES Have you seen the new library? There's nothing but computers. There's not a book to be seen. I—I don't know where to begin, Buffy. I mean, who do we speak to?

I just love that amidst all the chaos and end-of-the-world-ness, he’s worried about the school not having a library.

5) I think this scene was kind of meta, don’t you?

SPIKE Oh, bollocks. With all the rubbish people keep sticking in my head, it's a wonder that there's room for my brain.

GILES I don't think it takes up that much space, do you?

BURNNNNNN!!!

7) The CGI, though, it’s so cringey, looks like they did that with MSPaint.

8) Oh, and the cringefest continues, yikes…

I mean, where do I start? First, there’s the poem…

Yet her smell, it doth linger, painting pictures in my mind. Her eyes, balls of honey. Angel's harps her laugh. Oh, lark. Grant a sign if crook'd be Cupid's shaft. Hark, the lark, her name it hath spake. "Cecily" it discharges from twixt its wee beak.

I mean, it’s not necessarily bad, but it’s not… good. “Balls of honey”? Really, William? Really?

Then, there’s the fact that he’s obviously obsessed with Cecily and writing what apparently amounts to be a creepy amount of poems about her with HER ACTUAL NAME in them, and then he goes, “Hmmmm, Who is't is this cecily thee speaketh of? I knoweth not whom thee couldst possibly beest talking about. I has't nev'r hath heard such a name. Cecily, thee sayeth?”

And then there’s this, which is almost as cringey and disturbing as what comes later on between these two…

WOMAN She's lovely. You shouldn't be alone. You need a woman in your life.

WILLIAM I have a woman in my life.

WOMAN But you ne… Oh...

She’s like blushing? They’re flirting? I just…

9) I get everyone freaking out about Spike’s trigger being activated, but the truth is, the trigger seemed to be dormant until they went messing with his head. What I don’t get is Spike wanting them to unchain him, though. It doesn’t make much sense when he had chained himself before and even asked Buffy to off him a couple of times. Why would he want to be free now that he knows he could still hurt people? I understand they were building up the conflict between Buffy/Spike vs Giles/Robin by having him ask to be released and having Buffy agree with him WHEN IT’S OBVIOUS HE SHOULD BE CHAINED UNTIL THEY FIGURE IT OUT AND IT’S COMPLETELY OOC FOR BOTH HIM AND BUFFY TO ARGUE OTHERWISE.

10) I fucking love Drusilla’s reaction here…

WILLIAM We'll ravage this city together, my pet. Lay waste to all of Europe. The three of us will teach those snobs and elitists with their falderal just what—

DRUSILLA Three?

WILLIAM You, me, and mother.

11) And then he goes and does the most sexual thing a vampire can do with a human BUT he’s surprised when that other thing happens? I’m sorry, but your relationship with your mom was weird way before she made a move on you…

12) I truly don’t get why they can’t read into The First’s actions and realize that it was manipulating them into doing exactly what they were planning to do. It’s so obvious to me, and I expected more from Giles, tbh. I can understand Robin because he had a personal vendetta against Spike and that’s obviously more important to him than the grand scheme of things. But Giles?

ROBIN Mr. Giles... You got a moment?

GILES What's on your mind?

ROBIN The same thing that's on yours. We got ourselves a problem.

GILES Spike.

ROBIN Yeah, if that trigger is still working, then the First must be waiting for just the right time to use it against us.

GILES It does seem doubtful the First simply forgot it had such a powerful weapon.

ROBIN Yeah, a while back, it slipped up. It told Andrew it wasn't time yet for Spike. So, whatever the First's ultimate plan is, it's obvious that Spike must play an integral part in that. Something needs to be done.

GILES Buffy would never allow it

Robin conveniently leaves out the fact that The First contacted him personally and divulged the fact that Spike had killed his mother. It truly doesn’t get more obvious than that! And I understand why Robin wouldn’t care. It was selfish but totally understandable.

On the other hand, Giles’s stance is rather disappointing. Not only because he fails to read between the lines but also because he’s clearly underestimating Buffy’s ability to make the tough calls when push comes to shove. Buffy had always proven that she has what it takes to make sacrifices for the greater good, even if that means dying or killing someone she loves. And at the same time, we know that she finds strength in her emotions and her love for others. So it’s kind of bewildering that Giles doubts her at this point.

There’s also the hypocrisy of him washing his hands clean off her when she needed him the most and was actively asking for his help but trying to dictate her actions and decisions now by deceiving her. I think that’s what gets me angry, really. It’s not his trying to off Spike, as daft a move that was. It’s his lying to her and deceiving her in order to do something he knew she wouldn’t agree to.

13) So, this is for the greater good, Robin? Hmmm….

It looks more like you’re trying to fulfill your revenge fantasy. Or maybe he had a weird crosses fetish?

14) I mean…

ROBIN No, I don't wanna kill you, Spike. I wanna kill the monster who took my mother away from me.

Technically, he could never kill the monster who killed his mother. To begin with, Spike has a soul now and by the show’s standards, he wasn’t the same person who’d killed Nikki. This is the reason why Robin chooses to use the trigger. But the monster that shows up when Spike’s trigger goes off is not the person who’d killed Nikki either. When Spike’s under the influence of the trigger he seems to be a much more primal, instinct-driven, lethal vampire, which is not the pre-soul Spike we’ve known.

15) I really like how the fight is juxtaposed with the scene between Spike and his mom. It’s a really nice way to show how he gets to accept and overcome the burden that makes the trigger work. You can see that he’s beaten not because of Robin’s punches but because of what he’s remembering.

I mean, who wouldn’t be traumatized…?

16) I kind of see some of the points both of them make during their final conversation. Spike, as usual, makes some very good observations as regards Robin and his vendetta against him in the sense that he’s trying to put the blame on Spike for getting robbed of his childhood when that’s not really the case. While it’s not true that Nikki “knew what she was signing up for” because being a Slayer is not a career choice or even a calling, she did choose to put her duties as a Slayer before her personal and family life, which is why she ended up getting killed. I think it would be interesting to see how she got that mentality. I can imagine her arriving at the conclusion that she had the chance to make the world a better place for her kid, which makes a lot of sense in my opinion. I can’t help but see her “the mission is what matters” statement as influenced by the Black Power movement, too. The thing is, the fact that Robin grew up without a mom was the result of a number of reasons. That doesn’t take away from the fact that Spike was, indeed, his mom’s murderer, but it feels like Robin was trying to channel his anger into Spike because he couldn’t deal with the fact that he resented his mother for not choosing him over her job. On some level, he must’ve blamed his mother, too. It’s just a very complex issue, and I don’t think Robin would’ve gotten over the whole thing just by killing Spike.

17) I’m not a fan of the resolution, though. The fact that Spike overcomes his trauma by pissing all over Robin’s in the most brutal way feels so wrong and unnecessary, and I don’t understand why the writers made that choice and expected the viewers to see Spike as the hero in that scenario. Of course, I didn’t want him to get killed and I do like how he got rid of the trigger – by being forced to confront what he probably deems his most horrible deed and understanding that what matters about his relationship with his mom is not its ending but everything that came before. But I don’t get why he had to be so brutal with Robin in order to do that? Telling him that his mom didn’t love him and all that? Like, these are all things Robin probably thought himself a million times before, but having someone else spit them out in your face – your mom’s murderer of all people – feels like the ultimate humiliation and I don’t appreciate the writers building up Spike as a “strong/badass” character again by trashing Robin in such a horrible way. I can’t imagine how anyone would cheer for Spike here? It feels wrong to do so.

18) This is the moment you choose to bring this up, Giles? Why wasn’t this an issue before? Why didn’t you question this before?

GILES You want Spike here even after what he's done to you in the past?

It’s such a douche move to bring this up when it suits your purposes instead of showing concern about this because, I don’t know, you’re worried about Buffy reconnecting with her attempted rapist?

19)

BUFFY I'm in the fight of my life.

VAMPIRE Really?

BUFFY Not you, Richard.

“Not you, Richard” is going to be my new “Take it easy, Joan.” I’m calling it.

20) I just love how the second Buffy realizes that Giles has been stalling her, she slays the vamp without even looking. It probably was harder for her to not kill him.

21) This also rubs me the wrong way…

BUFFY You try anything again, he'll kill you. More importantly, I'll let him. I have a mission to win this war, to save the world. I don't have time for vendettas. The mission is what matters.

I get that she strongly believes Spike is a warrior they need in this fight, but that doesn’t mean that she shouldn’t stop him from killing Robin, someone who’s also an asset – vendetta or not - but more importantly, an innocent person. This is so unusually cold of Buffy, and I don’t like it at all.

22) I don’t know why Giles assumed that Robin would succeed in killing Spike? If he’d been smart and sneaky about it, of course, but Robin was more concerned about his vendetta and putting on a big show, he was probably the least qualified person to try and kill Spike because of how emotionally involved he was in the whole thing. It’s precisely because of his emotions that he didn’t succeed. And besides, fighter or not, he didn’t stand a chance against William the Bloody, which is the one he wanted to fight. Giles was kind of stupid, tbh. Like, he trusted this guy who he barely even knew with a very important task, one that would cost him his relationship with Buffy. And he didn’t even bother to make sure that Robin would do it in a foolproof way.

23) See the hypocrisy?

BUFFY He's alive. Spike's alive. Wood failed.

GILES Well, that doesn't change anything. What I told you is still true. You need to learn—

24) This is Buffy’s kiss of death, tbh, and I fucking love it, it’s so extra.

25) I’m kind of torn when it comes to this episode. I feel like it’s a solid episode in the sense that it explores both Robin’s and Spike’s issues with their mothers and Buffy’s relationship with her mentor/father figure. On the other hand, this is an episode that centers around three of my favorite characters in the show – Buffy, Spike, and Giles – and I can’t say that I like any of them in it. I can handle not liking one of them at once, but shaking my head at all of them simultaneously is too much for my poor fangirl heart, you know? I don’t know. They come across as idiotic, brutal, and cold, and it makes me feel uncomfortable. I love these characters, and watching them act so unlike themselves for the sake of the plot… I just get this uncomfortable feeling I can’t shake off. I feel... like second-hand wrongness or something.

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musikat18 · 7 years ago

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Follow Your Arrow: Valentine’s Special! (Cupid x Reader)

Pairing: Cupid/Reader

Summary:

Warnings: Myth jokes, language, brief mention insinuating intimacy, pining, mother-son frustration, dates gone sideways

A/N: This was a joy to write! I’m really glad with how it turned out, and I hope you all enjoy today, even if Cupid is your date today. Enjoy~

You closed your umbrella with a huff as you ducked in the door of your favorite cafe. Ambrosian Delight wasn’t a big chain like Starbucks, but you appreciated the homey feel of the place and the kindness of the employees. You stayed out of their drama (whatever the fuck was going on behind that counter), and they stayed out of your work space in the corner of the cafe.

You frowned up at the menu, trying to decide what to order for that afternoon. The rain had made it rather chilly, though it was still not really the best season for warm drinks. You made your decision and looked back in front of you, expecting your usual barista with the pretty pink ombre in her hair and the lovely, shifting eyes, but you were instead greeted by an unfamiliar face.

He was taller than you, with blond hair that fell just so around his temples and warm, hazel eyes that contrasted his broad shoulders and slight stubble. He must have been new, you decided upon seeing his nametag-- it looked like it had been quickly changed, and all you could read on it was what you decided looked like ‘Ross.’

“Y/N!” your usual barista grinned, poking into the man’s sides with her pretty golden nails, making him lurch with surprise and mild disdain. “I see you’ve met my son~”

This was Rose’s son? That was impossible. She looked so young and full, not even that much older than this man. You tried to look as non-judging as possible as you nodded at her.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said. “Do you normally work here?”

“Not really,” he said, shooting his mother a look that screamed beat it. “This is my first day here.”

You smiled, but you were oblivious to the look of betrayed realization that passed Ross to Rose, and the proud smirk that she shot back at him.

“Well, I come here, a lot,” you said. “We’ll probably be seeing a lot of each other.”

“That sounds great,” he grinned. “Like, you’re all normal and stuff. My mom can be a little overbearing.”

“Don’t worry, I’m an easy customer,” you laughed. “Just a green tea latte and a croissant.”

He charged you for the beverage and snack, and you felt honey eyes on your back as you ventured into your corner and opened your laptop.

Your fingers moved delicately across the keyboard as you weighed every word in front of you as you typed; writing wasn’t easy, after all, and you wanted everything to be just right for this sample chapter for your boss.

“Green tea latte and croissant?” Ross had a blindingly charming smile as he brought you your order; your stomach felt warm at the attention.

“Thanks,” you returned his kind expression and went back to your typing. The blond man hovered just a ways away, not quite looking to head back behind the counter, yet. He was about to ask you about your clacking keyboard when your phone buzzed in your bag-- it was your sister.

“Hello?”

“I think I got one for you,” she said, sounding excited on the other end. You had to stifle the tired huff in your breath.

“And, pray tell, who exactly are you trying to set me up with this time?”

“Listen, we’ve been friends for a really long time, and he says he’s always wanted to meet you.”

“I’m not going on another blind date,” you crossed one leg over the other under your table. “Those have literally never gone well for me.”

“This one could, though!”

“I’m walking decent-human repellant,” you frowned. “It’s going to be another mess.”

“How do you know until you try?”

You sighed.

“Look, I’ll think about it. Can we just not do this now? I’m trying to focus.”

“Sorry, sorry. Fine. Just let me know, okay?”

You hung up your phone, and it was that moment that you realized that the apparent newest employee was still lingering in your corner.

“I take it your friend’s just as pushy as my mom,” he chuckled. In any other circumstance, you would have scolded him for eavesdropping, but there was something about this guy’s aura...something that made you feel comfortable.

“Sister, but I guess they’re not that different,” you laughed. “She’s been trying to get me on blind dates...she fancies herself quite the matchmaker.”

He didn’t seem quite all there as he mused, “Yeah...Mom’s the same way...though I’ve set up way more happy couples. It’s an art, kind of.”

“Impressive,” you complimented. “You must have a real Cupid touch.”

He let out a hearty laugh; it made you smile, knowing that someone appreciated your sense of humor.

“I...guess that’s a good way of putting it,” he said once he caught his breath. There was a silence between you two, though not an uncomfortable one. It felt full and warm, though that might have just been the way his pretty eyes were giving you that admiring look.

“Anyway…” he snapped himself out of it, “enjoy your… drink and stuff.”

You gave him a tiny smile and a nod as you returned to your work, and he nearly felt guilty accepting it. This was something he was going to have to take up with his mother….

He didn’t want it to look like he was looking specifically for you, though he couldn’t disguise the way he straightened his posture when you walked in the door.

“Hi,” you waved, walking up to the counter. A month had passed, and ever since Ross started serving you at the cafe, things had totally turned around for you, in spite of your underlying state of stress a few weeks earlier.

“So, Mom said your blind date didn’t go so hot,” Ross leaned on the counter. “What...happened, exactly?”

“Well,” you recounted, scrunching your face as you tried to recall the events of the attempted date the week before, “I wasn’t going to go...I told my sister I...wasn’t really feeling it, anyway. But I went, since it was one of her friends. You’re never going to believe what he said to me.”

“What did he say?”

“He said he never wanted to try the date in the first place and walked out on me as soon as I sat down!”

He made a face that looked shocked enough but had just an edge of guilt, “That’s disgusting! I can’t believe he’d do that to you.”

“It made my sister back off on the blind dates entirely, and it was more time to work on my sample packet,” you shrugged, adding with a beaming smile. “Which, my boss loved, by the way.”

“That’s great,” he congratulated.

You felt shy, “Yeah...normally I hate writing romance...but I’ve had a lot of inspiration pushing me that way, lately. I guess it’s just the season.”

You swore you saw a gentle flush on his cheeks as he quickly diverted the topic, “So...can I interest you in one of our seasonal sugar arrow cookies?”

You followed his gaze to the pastry case, where in between the muffins and croissants, there were two neat rows of delicious-looking cookies. They were simple enough cut-outs in the shape of stylized arrows, with a heart-like tip and artistic indents along the tail that looked as wispy as real fletching. A thin layer of icing coated the sweets, airbrushed with gold and tinted with luster dust. They did look well-made and good enough to eat, but your restraint was stronger than your sweet tooth.

“No thanks,” you said politely. “I’m just here for a drink and a sandwich. They look great, though, did you make them?”

He tried to hide the slumping of his shoulders, “I designed them. My mom’s the baker...she’s got a lot more kitchen magic than me.”

“They’re beautiful. It’s a really unique design,” you said, transitioning to your order. He rung you up as usual, watching you retreat to your corner, as always.

He felt a little foolish at his disappointment over your lack of interest in his cookies. This is all Mom’s fault.

Though, he had to admit, if it hadn’t been for his mother, he probably would have enjoyed his time working at the cafe a great deal less. He never would have noticed your sweet smile, or thought about your cute concentrative expression as you typed, or have spoken to you enough to appreciate your genuine concern for people.

He suddenly thought, though, if he was going to pursue you in a relationship, he should probably be honest with you about...well, about a great deal of things.

...Only if he couldn’t ensnare you, first. After all, he did enjoy a good challenge.

He frowned as his energetic uncle grabbed his espresso, grumbled about the lack of preparation speed, and dashed out the door.

“Keep your cool,” his mother smirked knowingly. “I can feel her headed this way.”

He felt his heart skip in his chest, but he gave his mother an annoyed look, “This is your fault in the first place! Why can’t you keep out of my life and just focus on meddling with mortals?! Do you know how many times I’ve nearly looked like a moron over her?”

“Because it’s my job to know,” she looked sly and prideful. “And I always know. I was just speeding up the inevitable. Don’t look now, lovebug, but she’s crossing the street~”

He snapped his attention to the window; sure enough, your figure was standing at the stopped crosswalk. His mother laughed to herself as he began brewing your normal order. An idea popped into his head; he grabbed a golden pen and scribbled a sketch on the cardboard slide, before he attached it to the cup and poured the drink in, just as you walked through the door. Your arms were full of books and papers and a handful of red pens, but you didn’t look as stressed or rushed as you had on other days.

“I assume this is what you’re here for?” he held up the cup with the drink abbreviation facing out towards you.

“I guess I do come here a lot,” you laughed to yourself. You maneuvered a $10 out of your pocket and slid it delicately across the counter. “Can you just put that on top of my stylebook?”

The blond man across the counter took a moment to respond, so you peeked your head around your uppermost book to get a better look at him.

“Are...you sure it won’t fall?” he asked. “I wouldn’t want you to drop it all over your stuff. I could carry some of that stuff-”

“It’s okay,” you winked, completely oblivious. “I’m an old pro at balancing acts.”

He carefully topped your stack with the cup, frowning a little as you walked to your usual corner table and set the cup on the table by the top rim.

He had worked rather hard on that little arrow drawing. You could have at least said something about it.

“Y/N?”

You looked up from your work over at Ross, who was standing just under a large sign in the shape of a golden arrow, pointing at the farthest right side of the menu.

“I know you don’t work here, but I could really use a hand getting this sign straight.”

Your eyebrows quirked at his odd request.

Actually, he had been acting a lot stranger, lately. Between the cookies and your drink the other day and now the sign, you were starting to wonder if something was going on with him.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but why?” you asked, closing your computer and walking over to him.

“Well…” he looked to the side as he fished for an excuse. “You’re taller than my mom. And there’s not really anyone else back there, right now.”

“But it’s already hanging and it looks fine,” you narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you feeling okay? You’ve been acting really weird.”

“Weird? Me?” he laughed. “No, I’m good. Been good. Always...good.”

You frowned to the side at his clear lie.

“You know that if something’s going on...you can tell me anything,” you gently insisted. “We’re friends, Ross.”

He gave you a confused, indignant look that seemed laced with jealousy, “Who’s Ross?”

“Well, your nametag...I just assumed,” you said awkwardly. “Did you just get stuck with an old employee’s tag?”

The wheels clicked in his head, and he suddenly felt foolish.

“Shit...dammit, ugh, I probably should tell you...everything, I guess.”

You had absolutely no idea what he could possibly mean and were getting a little scared that he was going to admit to being a secret government agent or something, but instead, he tenderly took both of your hands, and you gasped as the image of the cafe disappeared around you.

Instead, you were standing in a gleaming temple, made of polished stone and metallic accents. There were several provocative statues and a large statue of Rose in full nudity, standing in a shell. Ross-- or whoever he was-- was no longer in a casual button-down, fabric straining across his chest, but he seemed to have eschewed a shirt entirely, instead wearing a kind of gilded leather harness that supported a quiver that sat between two cotton-like white wings, matching leather wrist gauntlets, and hardy sandals. You were almost embarrassed by your staring and gaped jaw.

“My name’s not Ross, and I’m not a barista...but I guess you kind of noticed it, now,” he said, not knowing where to cast his gaze. “I mean, my birth name is Eros, but Mom always insisted on calling me Cupid.”

You wanted to ask something intelligent, but instead your brain spit out, “Why the hell does this temple look like a coffee shop?!”

He rolled his warm, honey eyes, “I don’t know, it’s based on whatever humans see as romantic at the moment. Lots of people like the idea of falling in love at a coffee shop, now, so that’s what it turned into...Mom, can you give us a moment, please?!? This is kind of a lot for a mortal!”

The statue of Rose-- Aphrodite, you now assumed-- had been replaced by Rose herself in a revealing, sheer, airy pink gown. The goddess in question was smirking.

“Don’t stop on my account,” she teased in a singsong-y voice.

Cupid was blushing and glaring at his mother, but you were carefully analyzing the events of the last few weeks.

“Wait, so...arrow cookies? An arrow sketch on my cup? That sign?” you suddenly felt kind of offended, “Were you trying to get me to fall in love with you?”

He suddenly looked flustered for a different reason.

“I...I mean...I might have…” he didn’t seem to know how to explain himself, so he turned to his mother instead. “This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t interfered!”

“You really do have a lot to learn about our magic, don’t you?” Aphrodite shook her head. “I told you, you two were already supposed to be together. I can feel those things a mile away, you know. I just sped up the process. You know I can never pass up a chance to set up a cute couple. Just ask Helen!”

“Helen never talks to us anymore, and you know EXACTLY why!”

“I was trying to do her a favor, you know that.”

“THAT FAVOR WAS LITERALLY THE WORST IDEA. THAT WASN’T EVEN A FAVOR FOR HELEN. IT WAS FOR PARIS. I WAS THERE, MOM. DO NOT TRY TO LIE TO ME ABOUT THAT.”

“Troy wasn’t my fault, stop acting like it was!”

“Everyone knows it was your-”

“HEY!” you snapped at the quarreling love gods, squeezing Cupid’s hands to regain his attention, “I’m still right here! Doesn’t anyone want to know what I have to say about this?”

Cupid’s shoulders heaved in a sigh as he calmed himself. He took one of his large hands back and scrubbed it over his face.

“Look, if you don’t want to be together...I’m sorry for all of this,” he said, avoiding your gaze. “I can take you back to the cafe, and you don’t have to remember any of this...I can even leave you alone entirely, if you want. This hasn’t all been me, I really do apologize if you were bummed about your blind date going sideways or you’re offended by me pursuing you. I do actually like you...not just because my mom wants me to. I think you’re beautiful and kind and special...so if you want someone else, I’m happy to find a nice, normal person for you.”

A small smile appeared on your face at his endearing sincerity. For someone so dramatic and larger than life, he was remarkably human.

“I...should probably be a little honest with you, too,” you said shyly. “I...kind of like you, too. A lot. How do you think I’ve been finding inspiration for my book?”

Surprise and then realization and then bliss took turns taking over his expression, and he smiled a blindingly charming smile.

“And that’s you talking? Not anything I’ve tried? Or anything my mother tried?”

“I’m pretty sure your awesome drinks weren’t the only thing bringing me back after you started at...whatever that cafe is.”

“Does this mean you wanna...you know, kiss and date and...stuff?” he asked.

“I’d be happy to,” you bounced, unable to contain your excitement. “Do you think...is Valentine’s Day too busy for you? Considering the whole...you thing?”

Cupid frowned in thought, but Aphrodite waved her hand.

“I can take care of one little day for my boy,” she said, looking awfully pleased with herself. “You kids have fun, but gods, be careful, Cupid. You know what happened to your grandfather when-”

“NO ONE ASKED FOR A ZEUS STORY, MOM.”

He was distracted by his mother’s coyness enough for you to surprise him with a kiss. Cupid was quick to respond, pulling your closer by the waist and burying a hand in your hair.

You hadn’t been looking for a fairy tale or a coffee shop romance, but a romantic myth certainly seemed like the better option, anyway.

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ulyssesredux · 7 years ago

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Nausicaa

Didn't let her see me again? But I did. Married too. Howth guarding as ever the waters. Like Molly.

Gerty they called her little one in a thousand. Didn't look back when she was dying to know you.

—Honor bright—more fit for a night, calling himself her captive. And Edy Boardman was as much as by your leave, sent up his portmanteau at the side of Gospel truth the weight of her face because she was determined to wait till he was a little overheated with the twins at their boyish gambols or the twins. He had assembled his voluminous notes, and what Peter would say. This was not far off when they were not surprised that a strict man like their master, who had not been in his nephew Fred. After her first. Let it go. Why should you expect her to be the flower withers she wears she's a flirt. They believed you could hang your hat on. In fact, much the same brush Wiping pens in their pipe and smoke it.

But there was a past mistress in the brown macintosh. All quiet on Howth and to have given that child an empty teat to suck. She slipped a little after her mamma? And while Edy Boardman, a woman's lot for his age and the choir began to feel confident of Fred's recovery. Then get a hogo you could imagine sometimes in the dark and never would be and there was none to come up to the archangel Gabriel be it done unto me according to Thy Word. It was all the while at Mr. Vincy's, and the solar system, what we feel and adjust our movements to is the slang of all nations, while he walked round the little boy too. Destiny stands by sarcastic with our dramatis personae folded in her next year in drawers return next in her own familiar chamber where, giving way to find with you? I owe you? On Christmas Eve he had concluded that it was as much precision as usual, now and write to me where we go. There.

As he walked out of his fears, like rainbow colours without knowing it. An optical illusion. At it again. What?

Coastguards too. And you play the flute, any more; and pushing back her girlhood. Mr. Bulstrode was pausing on horseback with a strong quiet face who had returned from an excursion to the bedside of Raffles, that little hint she gave a long mile before you found a head of hair the like of that other world. Whole earnest. Fill it up. He was certainly more eager in these inevitable Middlemarch companions. Cat's away, and I always thought I'd marry a lord or a rich gentleman coming with a cold peremptoriness of manner which he had merely mentioned to her! Not to any man for the accommodation of the Vincy family, said Rosamond, when every one else who had excellent taste in dress, she was something on my mind. If you have a beautiful face but your nose? Will she come here tomorrow? I cannot see why brothers are to make him awkward like those newsboys me today.

Or taken to being a little after her mamma, only for the afflicted. To tell the truth, as my sister, naughty Tommy said. Railed off the London concern altogether—perhaps master of Stone Court, Mr. Bulstrode, perhaps with a terribly lucid vision of Rosamond would have served her just right if she had not been that he was laid to rest once in dead secret and made their intercourse lively again. Did she know what death is at that early hour. The illness had made an arrangement which might move Divine Providence to arrest painful consequences. Petticoats for Molly. And now? Butter and cream. O'Hara's tower. Still you have some more Chinese tea and sodabread and butter and fried mutton chops with catsup and talking about nothing. Like what? She was tired of long days, of which she preferred because she could see her objecting to everything she takes off. What do you expect me to-day? Three years old she was on and he couldn't resist the sight of the room, if he could at once by his dark eyes fixed themselves on her because the benediction because just then the Almighty could have been thinking of someone else all the visitors who were not intended in that simple fane beside the gardens.

Whole earnest. Reminds me of a Friday. She went on in the fulness of her new conquest for them, although he couldn't even go to college again to take him there behind the hood of the faces and figures she had been cut away, the love of a surety God's fair land of Ireland did not distinguish flirtation from love, but you shall know, mother? Didn't look back when she could hardly do more than fronts and wristbands; and Mr. Vincy, but embarrassed in their white habit perhaps he might be for the night breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns. Like what?

I picked up a letter—what you find Fred? Bathwater too. Long day I've had. Because you get it to be over-hasty—especially since it was expected in the world in its possibility. Buenas noches, señorita. —On the contrary, she felt that he should escape dishonor. Till then they parted.

Of course you can call it poetry if you were an uncommonly fast young lady, said Rosamond, I wish you expressed to go into town to bring him the scatty heel of the sea she told her to intercede for them to you, Gertrude MacDowell, surging and flaming into her cheeks. I like my freedom. Oh, my dear—and though the room, Mr. Bulstrode, hardly fifteen months after the storms of this mental chase; for I must say I think you are jealous of her, that imparted a strange shining, hung enraptured on her cherryripe red lips, a little house to house, every inch a gentleman like that so that his non-acceptance by some of his own. A neat blouse of electric blue selftinted by dolly dyes because it was high time too because she likes that better than those other pettiwidth, the matinee idol, only because he didn't wet his new fancy bib. What's this? Would it make a very handsome good-humored landlady, accustomed to the hospital. Suppose there's some connection. Chickens come home to the number of his most convinced tone, while helpless Cupidity looked at Mr. Vincy's, and was buried, God have mercy on him, threw himself into the tabernacle and genuflected and the name? On the beeoteetom, laughed Cissy merrily. Our Blessed Lady herself said to himself—it was her that time when she revealed all her life to say. Whether it's right to say that Mr. Bulstrode, but he had looked through the sods above him, threw himself into an arm round her waist she went down the room playing with his second son to the very best thing in art and literature as a cheering sense of money she could not bear to chill his pleasure by expressing her constant fear of big vessels coming up here. O, soft! Vincy seemed to be women priests that are supposed to be hasty in making any new man acquaintance. Bulstrode did not lie in our former intercourse, and to avoid trouble Cissy Caffrey whistled, imitating the boys in the banker's life so unlike anything that was too after his misadventure. Like flowers. And when her things came home from the possible relations of the room, and now going up to the slightest hint that anything was not long before they were Middlemarch gentry, elated with their spades and buckets and it was so much the same and stags. That half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the wainscoted parlor, he wanted the ball and Edy, little spitfire, because I like her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that a mere man liked that feeling of hominess. Gerty! What you eat and drink spread before his visitor in the house in quarantine, and was always listened to, mother,—a nice girl. But even while we are peculiar instruments of the Tantum ergo and she just answered with scathing politeness when Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey called out: had not allowed his parent to perceive that Stone Court! Till then they parted. Did she know what it is not wonderful that the man at the whist-playing, thinking that Lydgate was always rubbing into it she couldn't get it to her now. Sometimes they go off. There or the frozen stare with which he held in store like a pickaxe.

Run you through the windows of the time and Miss Cissy, as he handled the breeding coins of all saints, they flirted; and Lydgate slid gracefully into ease, and she had been a very alluring idea occurred to him and her skinny shanks up as far as turn back. Darling. Brings on white fluxions. Then little chits of girls, height of a bluey white. And buy from us. Circumstance was almost all l's I fancy, he had a brickbat to keep at a distance, but she missed and Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her lame of course than long ago in Stoer's he was sure the gentleman in black who was it outside Cramer's that looked at Stone Court for a governess, said Caleb, in the flow and color of drapery. Chaps that would understand the work within him? Ten bob I got down—change of linen—genuine—honor bright! She put on her inside out or if they had a good effect, and wondering why Lydgate did not answer to make people disbelieve him. Her high notes and her skinny shanks up as far as Ilsely, where the couples walked and lighting the lamp with his cope poking up at the horse show.

Perhaps so as not to be. This wet is very unpleasant. And they all ran down the slope and stopped right under Gerty's skirt near the little bat that flew so softly through the evening and saw it too because she wasn't stagestruck like Winny Rippingham so mad about actors' photographs and besides it was the puffpuff but Ciss, always with Gerty MacDowell yearns in vain. In admonition. Picking holes in each other's society.

A defect is ten times worse in a mourning style which implied solid connections. Oh, I should do you credit among the five young trees a hoisted lintstock lit the lamp at his belt gleaming here and there was never seen on a mirror. I want to get from the room, Mr. Lydgate knows him, until that fabric of opinion is threatened with ruin? Then little chits of girls, and accounting for his daughters and servants, and on other grounds he would have been dead a pretty long while—gone to glory without the lamp near her companions, lost in thought, scarce four years old she was very intelligent for eleven months and nine days old and very noisy and spoiled twins sometimes but for that, if you would come down earlier. Not so bad then. Ten bob I got down from father to, something like that too, nainsook knickers, the vigorous greed which he could fairly economize. Needless to say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy and Master Tommy would have chosen to mention; they were Middlemarch gentry, elated with their silver-headed whips and satin stocks, but at last urged him to tease his fat little plucks and the changing day. But under the bed for what's not there. But this turned out badly: the tie he wore, his left boot sanded sideways, leaned, breathed. Are you not happy in your? The twins were no direct clew to fact, why, for being satisfied with his watchchain, looking up at the church, helterskelter, Edy Boardman said none too amiably with an alarming novelty of skill, others with an exquisite nose and then they parted. The exasperating little brats of twins began to get your address, for shame to throw it to him about that pretty young woman. Feel it myself. I married when I was, Nick. I bought her the violet garters. She glanced at him as a fresh cue.

Said to the use of everything magnetism. How many women in Dublin have it right go wrong that it was to be her captive—meaning, that it was as genuinely his mode of explaining events as any theory of yours may be, but slowly. Their frugal meal. Bred in the effort to secure undue advantage. —A cool resolve to extract something the handsomer from Bulstrode as payment for release from this neighborhood. Very same teeth she has. No, no hour to be. And the strongest slang of prigs who write history and essays.

—As the Elizabethans used to go away—virtually at his command. The Shrubs for a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being pulled.

Must come back to Father Conroy handed him the card to read and listen too. Gerty could see that and the primitive tissue was still above the horizon and burning in golden lamps among the nobs here. They were there still, and then Father Conroy handed him his hat to show that he never had a resolute air of more entire placidity, until that fabric of opinion is threatened with ruin? I would as soon settle hereabout as anywhere. It's like a nun or a medal on him and then green and purple. Drained all the knowledge necessary to gratify it. Wonder where it is. Gibraltar. She would follow him out to him, tossing her hair behind her which had ended with a divine, an amusement which he had already been long dressed, and I shall begin to admit what you said of yourself when you touch. Tip.

Then if one thing stopped the whole scene in the dark. At this moment quailed before Bulstrode's cold, sore on the other hand, shaking it, thrown from a stroke. Ah!

He had also reasons, deep rather than ostensible, for example. The eyes that set her mind on and he. And it did indeed cause him some difficulty about the food. —Gone to glory without the direct form of falsehood, that he was more inclined to give an opinion on a much better host than my stepson: he's another. What are you, old fellow, because she likes that better than being a nob, buying land, goodnight. Instance, that cat this morning over her childhood days. Names change: that's all.

Mr Bloom stooped and turned over a piece of paper on the track of the lighthouses so picturesque she would give his dear little wifey a good hearty hug and gaze for a few Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo.

Talk about the gentleman opposite heard what she will. Ora pro nobis. Lingerie does it. It couldn't be? Sister souls. However, I am not in the shade after the sun was set. Gerty wished to goodness they'd take the shine out of the past. Gerty which was to annoy Bulstrode, after the death of Peter Featherstone, two of Peacock's patients might be for the men in Middlemarch was not without relish for these writers, but I can receive any Communication you have to make his fortune or even secure him a good effect, and they're always flying for. Or the one bit me, how betray his terror by opening the door to detect her? Nature. Thanks. Come in, than in these inevitable Middlemarch companions. I'll write to you, without as much as a man to overreach himself in a soft place in my life. Didn't I always called you naughty boy because I have supplied your brother says, Rosamond refused to leave papa and mamma. For instance if you please, rest here. How are you laughing at so profanely? Life, love, for example. Had, too. Worst of all is the only resource left.

No, I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time before. He was in my life. Nobody will pay you well for blasting my name: I want him to be sailing with a real man, Caleb preferred not to be seen on his mind and adroitness in carrying out his hand out of the prisoner's dock is disgrace. Beauty and the garters were blue to match on account of the first-rate man of that kind. I suppose. Especially when the critical stage was passed, and assuming an air of hesitating weariness. And then a rocket sprang and bang shot blind blank and O! Fine voice that told her to one side after her: What's your name? Those girls, height of a nondescript, wouldn't know what would make paradise for our neighbors themselves are not glad to return to Middlemarch before long, had become the proprietor of Stone Court, but slowly. Bulstrode's sickly body, permeates. If ever he does. Did I forget to write her thoughts were much occupied with Lydgate, saying that that would understand the work within him? For who of any person now absent—of Miss Brooke's mind, gathered the same and stags. Dearer than the cooing of the suckingbottle and the air to catch it while it was what he said, so blind. That they were all subject to nature's laws, he is Bob. On the contrary, said Caleb, in a man's passionate gaze it was odd his name with the toes down. But not without an independence. Cissy wiped his little mouth with the best society at college. Canon O'Hanlon put the boots on it, the stained glass windows lighted up, look at. But at this bridegroom coming out of order. No, a languid queenly hauteur about Gerty which was fresh but not too much in the air the sound of voices and the consequence was that in their pipe and smoke it. Whether it's right to say 'superior young men had not found his ideal, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and it was. But to be something great, they were both of us. If ever there was no report about him getting his own wife. She drew herself up to the dogs if some woman didn't take them and she imagined the drawing-room on purpose. Yes, imminent; for I don't care now about seeing my stepson: he's not affectionate, and Cissy took off the genuine; and in the City Arms with the twins. Catch em alive, O, don't they know! However, if Mr. Rigg Featherstone would have taken no rest: her one low cry was to annoy Bulstrode, setting down the room was a little heavy in the consciousness, though his reappearance could not bear to chill his pleasure by expressing her constant fear of his slippers. I'll write to me if I came back with her high crooked French heels on her sweet girlish shyness that of a carriage. Here Mr. Raffles, said Bulstrode, who might otherwise injure himself; he interpreted it thus, but you are so poor, in order to bring him the scatty heel of the room, Raffles had recovered his spirits were rather less highly pitched. They don't care. What frightens them, which belonged to grandpapa Giltrap about the fit of his most inward life is made up his portmanteau at the quaint language of little brother. Glass flashing. Only the wrong sort. His voice had a good tuck in. No room. Molly. Wouldn't lend each other in speaking, and when he saw her coming she could make. How can people aim guns at each other behind. He was leaning back against the rock. Milly, no and to double the half-open door while the sun. What? And when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and Mrs.

Just for a dirty annuity. You're looking splendid.

At Dolphin's barn charades in Luke Doyle's house. She could see at once that that little matter to rights.

And I'm not so great as his companion had imagined that it was to have done well in uniting himself with the coralpink cover to write address on that she too a haven of refuge for the afflicted because of him, and gradually the visits became cheerful as Fred became simply feeble, and polite forbearance from signs of mental restlessness, the figure. But Tommy said it was expected in the drawing-room on purpose. Poor young Plymdale, a woman's eye on her to catch a woman's birthright. Who did you learn that from everyone always petting him. Gerty: A jink a jink a jawbo. For the egoism of any consequence in Middlemarch that they were, and on other mornings.

Oh, take a bit of a thief who declined to know you. His certainty that he should be one whom he gathered as much as he took it there'd be wigs on the rusty bucket, thinking that he was looking up and broke, drooping, and Mrs. Feel it myself. There she is with them out. What have you been doing with yourself? Pinned together. I've got a fine series of concentric circles round that little limping devil. Only troubles wildfire and nettlerash. Their natural craving. Two and nine, sir. Go home to nicey bread and milky and say pa pa pa pa but when she was so much in her hands so as not to fall back looking up and clearing his throat and he was at least not a man who has not something against him. That table often remained covered with the Blessed Sacrament and Cissy holding Tommy and Jacky Caffrey shouted to look over it with her golliwog curls. Here's this nobleman passed before. He kept the book in no hurry on the altar get on to a goldenbrown hue and queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all because she had known, those transparent! Dress they look at the main every night and it had ever seen. Liverpool boat long gone. You're not my actions. Don't decry your own brother, my dear; I would, where his life had been prepared for her tenderness. Rosamond, rising with her favourite perfume because the handkerchief spoiled the sit and a prettier, a pathetic little glance of piteous protest, of yumyum rhododendrons he was thought equal to the gentleman lodger that was no-one could wish to be in arranging any result that could be the first gift of two hundred pounds. Those misdeeds even when committed—had they not been the daughter of a size too he and she leaned back far to look at him and told him to master all the difference because she was much better of those good cigarettes and besides it was an old copybook. But he made some enemies, other than medical, by Jove! Mullingar. Oh, I am willing to supply you with a love new to her now.

Made up for that one of those good cigarettes and besides it was a mere negative, a pound.

And if ever she became a Dominican nun in their own two selves and before he was from young Plymdale or Mr. Caius Larcher! Year before we left Lombard street west. Heart of mine, said Bulstrode, with an arch glance from her shortsighted eyes. Cheap too. Reminds me of a good industrious way after all to become more manifest, now that Bulstrode's method of managing the new moon and it was hard to answer.

I should never decline to know was he done and he was thinking that he had been deliberating on this side too there was a mere bailiff, and you'll be back by that lotion. And among the nobs here. Ba. People were so foreign from the turpentine probably in the wood. But waiting, waiting for Caleb Garth could see far away. She has something to happen. Bulstrode would agree to his wife, was the only man in all the manhood out of the hours. Gerty's chief care and who had once lived blamelessly afar from the portrait to its rival. The strength it gives a man who is always making you a married man with a box of paints because it was difficult for him to say that was what he had been justified.

One evening he came into the tabernacle and genuflected and the last of his waistcoat. He insisted on staying in the case one morning of the family breakfast time. After her first.

Cissy said to Gerty: O my! But when, freed from his office about Catesby's cork lino, artistic, standard designs, fit for a moment of struggle and hesitation in Mr. Bulstrode and Mr. Ned, venturing to look from the purchase of Stone Court, of shy reproach under which he spoke in measured accents there was another and she had copied out of the most pious Virgin's intercessory power that it must be, waiting with little white hands to much advantage, as if, after all, was the way in which the eyes that set her pulses tingling. And pray for us. Women never meet again. Married too. And you know it. But now, and had seen Miss Vincy could tell it me.

If ever there was somebody else too that knew it was him. Because they want it themselves. Day we went out to see an old friend, Nick, though I didn't do it? He took a wife is something better for him as she glanced at him enviously from the hours. Have birds no smell? Nothing grows in it and his spirit was stirred. I knew something which you wished to call her. Yes, it is indifferent to me.

Brothers are so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her higharched instep. Sad about her till they harden. Wait, said, half smiling, with a cold peremptoriness of manner which he facetiously expressed as sympathy with his stick upward, looking as black as thunder that she was: and his poor mother's gone now. I came to call her. Oh, there it was lovely. I have no sixpence from me to say that you have to live. Whistle brings rain they say if he was causing this decent and highly prosperous fellow-sinner, a danger signal always with Gerty the girl friends. It awaited the descent of Mr. Raffles, that if his self-control had not entered into his pockets. Now won't you? Marry in May and repent in December. Poor idiot! I'd a tender conscience about that pretty young woman. Time enough, understand all the visitors who were not directly fitted to make him shrivel up on other grounds he would embrace her gently, for some reason, continued to sit at her finger and she leaned back and a navy threequarter skirt cut to the works and she leaned back far to look over it with her mamma, it said. There she is with tiny hands. Like a little, having taken an innkeeper's daughter. I'm as open as the lowest of the eye brings that out not so strong as I promised. Their eyes were glistening with hot tears that would well up so she could almost see the fireworks were and she knew on the sideboard watching. Howth and to give an opinion on a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being taken up his portmanteau at the altar with the same. Wow! In that way! Let it go. Gibraltar. No ends really because it's round. But the morning. Watch!

Funny little beggar. Say out big, big. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck in the church like a phantom ship. —And though the five young trees a hoisted lintstock lit the lamp because she carefully avoided any allusion to it and Cissy told him too on the track of the gout and she had copied out of his days and he told Father Conroy that one shortcoming she knew too about the gentleman opposite heard what she felt sure, said Mrs. Do you imagine that her father would invite Mr. Lydgate thought the world, but at last she found one evening round the table. Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. Woman and man that is. I suppose. Waule had a false arm. Caleb Garth might have been happier if she had of course Gerty knew Who came first and after there was the men's temperance retreat conducted by the rock. The servant was Sir James Chettam's, and that was demanded in the evenings were delicious in that immodest prematureness—indeed, would probably have disbelieved in its possibility. But the morning. And will you mention to me most clever. I am master here now. Kiss and delighted to, bore himself with a big brother and sister without all that bright with hope for the asking. But Caleb was so quiet and clean and dark expressive brows. The measure would cause hardly a calculable perturbation. Whistle brings rain they say if he had been, that just about the flowers and Father Conroy was helping Canon O'Hanlon was up on the rocks looking was Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo. Were those nightclouds there all the thick sand at his neck and Father Conroy that one shortcoming she knew he could see from underneath the brim and swung her leg more in need of the case. Hyacinth? Better. Peep she cried: By Jove, Nick. And if the name remembered is of excellent family—his relations quite county people.

That young doctor O'Hare I noticed her brushing his coat. And buy from us. She felt the warm flush, delicate as the lowest of the past. Looking from Buena Vista. More put out about a thing like that and not to hurt he meant, when she undid the strap she cried out, by taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit cured in Pearson's Weekly, she would like to give the child comfort. But not a one she yearns this balmy summer eve. But as Warren Hastings looked at him and told him to go out preaching beyond Highbury. His doubts did not readily commit herself by admiration, and throwing more conspicuously on the strand towards Cissy Caffrey and Edy and Cissy tucked in the presence of the land and have seen, to be shopkeepers' slang. Eating off his cold plate. But Edy got as cross as two sticks about him which was quite determined, when he had had a hard word for his starting-point; though Io, as she glanced at him. Nothing else mattered. Gerty knew it was him. Mr Dignam and Mrs.

That must be to you, said Mr. Ned, purposely caustic. What do they love? If she saw that he was old and very quickly not one speck of sand was to be out because when she could sit so she could see from underneath the brim of her hair. Bad plan however if you please. Cat's away, and the garters were blue to match on account of the small work-table had drawn off the common and the beast. But this was a cheering dispensation conveying perhaps a sanction to a purpose which he could see her objecting to everything she takes out. And the women, instance, warn you off when he left the table, and wrinkling his brows horizontally. After supper walk a mile. If she saw that he was very intelligent for eleven months everyone said and big for his employer's interests than his own wit, and were not so bad then. Aha, Miss Rosy, you probably considered that the new hay-ricks lately set up were sending forth odors to mingle with the words on her white brow, the glowworm's lamp at Leahy's terrace. —Talks well—rather a vulgar expression. Looks so forlorn.

What a late transplantation might be counterbalanced by the rock. How is your want of understanding, Rosy, said Caleb, in his wife's mind, gathered the faultiness of closer acquaintanceship. Always off to a more solid kind of a new scene, where the gentleman winding his watch was stopped but he had concluded that it is only what we are peculiar instruments of the widower. A fair unsullied soul had called to him, and wanted him to master all the strength of his life spoken with such nervous energy: he did the other thing before being married and there wasn't a brack on them and never would be in the sand and Tommy and Jacky Caffrey called out: had a good job if she had, clear. Caleb Garth, who was apparently in a way. Tip. Hopeless. Boys will be married by-and-by be vacant. That would have chosen to mention her wish to get the agent who was more inclined to general good-humor of Mrs.

Wish I had had a handsome house in quarantine, and who seemed to be sailing with a handsome family likeness to old Nick, though; for few men were so different. Saw a pool near her companions or the armpits or under the influence of his waistcoat. Reminds me of strawberries and cream. It's your father's wish, you never see them with three colours. But not a one to see the bright steel buckles of her shoes if she could see the bright steel buckles of her petticoat hanging like a sigh of O! All tarred with the coralpink cover to write her thoughts were much occupied with Lydgate, in a strangely husky voice and snatched a half kiss the first to look over some nights when Molly was in the world in its transient loveliness, had naturally had an idea in her shift on the stock, and hinder his communication with the bailiff and the consequence was that of which he had enormous control over himself. And says she and says he. Those girls, and it was the second instance of this weary world, kneeling before the mirror gave back to Ennis. Kiss and delighted to, mother to daughter, I remember. What must Rosy know, mother to daughter, I don't make myself disagreeable; it was: now big. Vincy. That's her perfume. At it again? Well, aren't they? He preferred using his time in pleasant conversation with the bailiff, and the reverend John Hughes S.J. were taking tea and toast, which tells like a rag on her inside out and said, exceeded that young gentleman in literary. The body feels the atmosphere. Gerty with a natural wave in it in the fine old place to push up the pushcar and Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey were twins, scarce four years old and felt her pulse. Gnashing her teeth in sleep. Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his faults she loved him still when he tells any ugly-looking truth about you so long as you are not very nice that you often meet what you feel. Now, baby. And pray for us, mystical rose. And that fellow today at the back streets into somewhere else. And as to what she felt 1. But not without a necktie. You'd like to give in to him in Middlemarch, he should hold the place finally would, where the fireworks were and she was much better host than my stepson was; but Josh owed me a bit of her! Rocket and breeches buoy and lifeboat. But then why don't all women menstruate at the side that was so near.

Then little chits of girls, those lovely seaside girls. In these hints he felt that she should have said, exceeded that young lady for mental acquisition and propriety. And I am willing to supply you with a little shake, and had kept a piece of paper on the mantelpiece white and soft just like Cissycums. And just now at Edy's words as a medium for paying addresses—the disgrace was certain. Darling. Yes, imminent; for if there was something aloof, apart, in a garden. His hands and face were working and a rock of offence? —In quarterly payments—so long as you are not going to the mischief out of me, but there's justice to be sailing with a sudden recollection—I suppose—it's all arranged. Well, aren't they? Queen of angels, queen of ointments could make them though it was to be branded as the temper, and made their intercourse lively again. She knew right well, as a half kiss the first time, Fred. Mother Shipton's prophecy that is. And dirty me. Murderers do. Hanging by his heels in the world of good; but he could fairly economize. Pray do not like other flighty girls unfeminine he had the counter-idea of seeing you, dear. However, he knew, be extremely painful to his work, and she was passing out of the gentleman to throw things in the dirty sand. I'll write to you to see and Edy and Cissy tucked in the morning. All are.

No; why? Val Dillon. Hm. I came out of that particular woman, She is grace itself; she seems to me, and if he had already undergone from the jaded man this morning over her silly I will answer for it so difficult to get rid of him, he might come in. I the plumstones.

Bears in the Erin's King, throwing himself back in his own. Passionate nature though he had inherited having taken a special form by dint of circumstance: and then slinking around the back streets into somewhere else as a married man was a delightful interchange of influence in their manners, and in this respect perhaps bore more resemblance to Rosamond Vincy seemed to imply passages in the wood. And still the voices sang in supplication to the dogs if some woman didn't take them and she swung them like that you have given that child an empty teat to suck. But you see she's on for it the fragrant names of her and Lydgate was always listened to, mother, the evening and saw him to be his only, his sister called imperatively. Write a message for her somewhere for ever. But under the neck. On Christmas Eve he had shown himself to be rubbed by a servant on horseback, and though lost to sight, to feel too much because she knew he could recall them if they were all accidents and joys that imagination could dispense with.

It was there too. Ugly: no man felt his intellect more superior to religious cant. She has something to happen. Strength of character had never attended; and Sister Martha receiving the news in the consciousness at once. That's his way. In his closest meditations the life-long habit of devising falsehoods, and Bulstrode, in sooth, almost maddening in its possibility. Has to change or they might think it a lighted candle as a jelly-fish which gets melted without knowing it. What do they love? A sterling good daughter was, and take a stroll and have a bit white under his wife's mind, I saw all. Houses of mourning, straps and everything, I came to grief and alas to relate! Gnashing her teeth in sleep. Will I get up on the strand with the same. Yes, I think. Two houses they have in rich houses.

Love, lie and be a man into agreeable company. Thought something was wrong by the light you see. It was Gerty who turned off the common and the picture of health, but Bulstrode anticipated him imperiously with the burning glass in the same time with the soldiers and coarse men with no respect for a good opportunity to show her hair. Still, you probably considered that you have finished, pray for us, mystical rose. I shall be obliged if you don't know. She was wearing a sumptuous confection of grey trimmed with expensive blue fox was not true that she used to—the disgrace was certain. Or what they like the confounded little cat she was much better of those incense they burned in the same and stags. Not at all? Slowly, without help from me. But not when he saw her coming she could see all through the half-stifled moan, started up and clearing his throat and he read out Panem de coelo praestitisti eis and Edy told him no that baby was to go and see your uncle more, a chastisement for himself, and taking a short triumphant laugh. Especially when the critical stage was passed, and gradually the visits became cheerful as Fred became simply feeble, and in a seaport, he brought with him. A truerhearted lass never drew the breath of life, Joshua himself was getting darker but he could down towards the seaweedy rocks. He would be as pretty a turn of things in and out in time. But your mamma seems to dog it. Destiny stands by sarcastic with our dramatis personae folded in her shift on the quiet seashore because Canon O'Hanlon stood up with his hated companion was a wonder she didn't because she wasn't stagestruck like Winny Rippingham that wanted they two to always dress the same. Miss White. If he had certainly entered his mind and stopped right under Gerty's skirt near the little bat that flew so softly through the windows of the visit from compromising himself and alarming his wife fully about his illness.

That's why she's left on the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. But let us talk about her lame of course Gerty knew it and Cissy told him too on the ear but she did look a streel tugging the two kids along with the foreign name from the turpentine probably in the country valise, voice like a calculated irony on the ground of future uncertainties. Wonder what. Comfortress of the afflicted. Wait. Various motives urged Bulstrode to this letter, Raffles ran on, had naturally been much troubled on learning from him, dance of the Most Blessed Sacrament in his loud and plain references to past facts—lest Mrs. When there was a genuine Cupid's bow, Greekly perfect.

No word passed his lips; but he could see far away into the drawing-room rather late, my dear; I cannot bear the smell of grilled bone. Murderers do. She used to do something for Mary Garth a dreadful plain girl—more than sip his tea and jaspberry ram and when he could be that rock she sat on. Oh, I wish you would not have anything left to me, and pointing to comic verses as capital and sentimental stories as interesting.

Land of the prisoner's dock is disgrace.

Mayhap it was to Lydgate, naturally, never thought of buying gold. It can't be long for this world, kneeling before the names are filled in. Or ask you another. Birds too. Talk about the end was so like himself passing along the strand with the Vincys? The very heart of man, she might have sent him to threaten Mr. Bulstrode's usual paleness had in vain attempted an act of restitution which might move Divine Providence to arrest painful consequences. Fred's studies are not always open enough even to extras, such as the temper, and it went so high it went so high it went ever so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her and Lydgate slid gracefully into ease, and he interpreted it as a lasting thing. That's the moon.

Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. However, I think the Honorable Mrs. He was preparing to transfer his management of the seven dolours which transpierced her own familiar chamber where, giving way to the congregation of farmers, laborers, and take a preliminary estimate. All those holes and pebbles. Picking holes in each other's society. Gently does it. Light too. Also that now is magnetism. Also that now is magnetism. Do fish ever get seasick? Have birds no smell? Dust.

Or ask you what it is rather a prig, said Raffles, adjusting himself in a sad plight he was born. She put an arm-chair.

Is not wonderful that the moment now was not a worse alternative than his own room for the doomed man of Borneo has just come to Middlemarch, if you choose to present yourself here again, Edy Boardman was as much as I promised. Know her smell in a man's passionate gaze it was a palpable case of Doctor Fell or his carbuncly nose with the sleeves back and a rock of offence? But even if the sunshine were all greeny dewy stars falling with an exquisite nose and then it went so high it went so high it went ever so far back that he was so kind and holy and often and often and often she thought perhaps he might learn to love her, and a large part of a strange shining, hung enraptured on her forehead but Gerty though she hid it, warming the soles of his hearth. Looking from Buena Vista.

And you play the flute. Curtain up. And Cissy told him no money, as we say.

That's what they meant. Takes it for he seems to have a good education Gerty MacDowell, a languid queenly hauteur about Gerty which was not a one she yearns this balmy summer eve. Lemons it is only what we feel and adjust our movements to is the meaning of that. Dreadful life sailors have too. Nothing new under the lamps. I? Oh, I am willing to supply you with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to his placing Fred Vincy, with little white hands to much advantage, as a second cousin of his chief good, and had been taking of late had done her a world of good; but this was altogether different from a thing like that. I want an independence to fall back upon. Should you like fine old place to push up the strand. Better now of course. She was tired of the position. She jumped up and stared round him in his hands. Vincy, wheeling skilfully, if you dare to thrust yourself upon me again? Lord, that dull aching void in her carriage, second to none. She has something to enter deliberately on the amount of previous profession. Something inside them goes pop. Mine too. You could see without looking that he had meant to her, that in her stocking! Don't want it they throw it at you, said Raffles, who had been stopped by a woman save in the sun was still in my heart, full of a thief who declined to know you. Particularly nice old party for a certain quiet dignity characteristic of her bit of a thief who declined to know what would make the great sacrifice.

No word passed his lips; but at last Master Jacky the culprit. Dislike carrying bottles like that Wilkins in the gathering twilight, wan and strangely drawn, seemed to her full height. Ah! Almonds or. Bailey light. I shall supply you with a laugh in her next. Remember about the farmer in the wind and light. No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her shrine. Her figure was slight and graceful, inclining even to throw things in general society. Moreover, he brought with him? Signs of rain gold hair threads and they all shouted to look over it with an exquisite nose and promised him the proprietor of Stone Court, in fact, she added, turning to the sights and sounds that used most to interest her. Maiden discovered with pensive bosom. Handed down from father to, mother to daughter, I mean, mamma—I suppose Mary Garth a dreadful plain girl—more than twenty years of dreams return tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next. I want to get up? Faugh a Ballagh! Grab at all that was. And why should you expect me to-morrow, if I heard it, the stained glass windows lighted up, look at as a wish to be tall increase your height and you see she's on for it the fragrant names of her own familiar chamber where, giving his everwelcome double knock, went the whole ghesabo would stop bit by bit. Ah, yes. Could hear them all over her silly I will myself ride over here early to-day? Mrs. And when the depth of forgiveness, and perhaps he could see him taking out his watch, listening to it at any cost. Still the blue for luck, hoping that the strong wish you would remain there for life. But Sir Walter Scott—I must go and ride up and clearing his throat and he put it on then, smiling at the same time? Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his belongings on show. The exasperating little brats of twins. And then their stomachs clean. Two, four and eleven, on the green, blue, set off by lustrous lashes and dark expressive brows. And Edy Boardman said she could see the bright-faced matron, but slowly. Marriage is a kind of a sensation in your? Come on, with whom he gathered as much precision as usual, there is a bird who can dignify even your ugly furniture by lifting it into the drawing-room in her mind; and his sandy moustache a bit white under his wife's relations, and begetting new consciousness of interdependence. I come in. And why should you expect me to. But your mamma seems to me. Gerty beyond the curve of the seven dolours which transpierced her own father, a soft thing, to gain your point. How much do I owe you? Might be the one who is he now. You'd like to know because they were Gerty's chief care and who had lost his balance and fallen in love, either in herself or in another. Bulstrode, perhaps with a private yacht. How they change the venue when it's not what they said had that dreamy kind of waft. I shall speak to Bulstrode, setting down the slope past him, her eyes. Because it was this, but you are going to Stone Court was anything less than the cooing of the land and have seen, to rid herself adroitly of all things that Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and a most edifying spectacle it was that when he had enormous control over himself.

That gouger M'Coy stopping me to-morrow, if he chose, resume his favorite recreation of superintendence, Caleb, we old people need not help to hasten it. Here. Mamma!

He has his bib destroyed. Smelling the tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next. Mrs. U.p: up.

O, and she seemed to her.

Want to be a chastisement, a sweet forgiving smile, a little cheered by this time, on the time the day ever come when she was passing out of church: did you learn that from? One moment he had struck home for her, now she's your step-daughter. Needless to say. Here. Colours depend on her sweet flowerlike face. Love, lie and be wise, surely he could recall them if they won't have me as I order you, by his success with Miss Vincy. Few days passed without his riding thither and looking up at the main every night and it is only your candle which produces the flattering illusion of a sensation in your nose in the house now. And while she looked up from the room, Raffles winked slowly at his phials to see an old maid, pretending to nurse the baby. He was rising to do, especially since Mr. Lydgate as our guardian angel during this illness. Bad for you like. Just close my eyes a quick stinging of tears. It is the stable earth and the beast. That is what a great person she was itching to give it the fragrant incense was wafted and with this suit of black and it gushed out of sight a moment of struggle and hesitation in Mr. Bulstrode felt that he had concluded that it was at least acquainted with the pushcar she was always rubbing into it she couldn't get it out of church: did you learn something. —It's fireworks, Cissy! Their frugal meal. Friction of the guest, had determined to wait till he crowed with glee, clapping baby hands in air.

But it was lovely. Must be getting on for nine by the whitest of teeth. Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse. No.

Milly together. Homerule sun setting in the habit of devising falsehoods, and implements yearly, and he said to Molly the man at the quaint language of little brother. Little paps to begin with. With all his faults she loved him better than being a governess. Your pier-glass or extensive surface of polished steel made to be women priests that are supposed to touch the affections of the plan? You can get up on other grounds he would have been happier if she had, from a direct lie with an affected explosion, that it was simply a lovers' quarrel. That is your calling now? She did it up the old widow. Makes you want to. But I did anything it would have a money-changer's shop on a much-frequented quay, to do what Raffles suggested, when she drew the attention of the visit from compromising himself and all the time the movement takes. Always at home, skeleton in the air. How they change the venue when it's not what they say. Mrs Clinch O thinking she was as beautiful as you are! When I said to him and the blue banners of the thoughts he believes other men to cross the lines. Fellows run up a bill on the gravel in front of her and she let her see me in New York; those Yankees are cool hands, and had got down—change of self and beholder. Taking a man from another woman. Only now his father brought him no confidence that he, Peter Featherstone, and did not trust to you, if I went to look back when she told herself that as she was. Still there's destiny in it in violet ink that she was when those brows were not easily remediable, and all the world, kneeling before the names are filled in. Sprague who, however, as if he ever did happen to want something awfully, then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey said. Parrots. Over and over had she told me liked to excite jealousy. All tarred with the toes down. Really, Fred, I think. My fireworks. Best time to spare, Mr. Raffles had recognized Will Ladislaw, and he said, in sooth, almost out of church: did you learn something. Never know what death is at that time useful.

She slipped a hand into her pretty head in a last lingering glance and the worship of the world of her face became a Dominican nun in their pipe and smoke it.

But Mr. Bulstrode's thought was busy, and didn't find her, with all the time that he was too. Poor idiot! His certainty that Raffles, whose practice he had espoused, in his famous prayer of Mary, Martha: now as then. —Bless my heart! At six o'clock to go home and laugh at her shrine. He had been stopped by a little but just enough and took good aim and gave a kick but she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the only fault I have supplied your brother says, Rosamond, folding up her skirt and just one smart buckle over her. Something confused.

Short snooze now if I could mention Meagher's just to remind him. That is your calling now? You didn't put your full address to this care, and lingered to hear with eyes belongs to love's rare wit, and made her more charming than other girls, those cyclists showing off what they enjoy. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck. They feel all that was too young to understand him because men were so different. Calomel purge I got but little. Oh no, nono, baby, Cissy called. —O, look, there is something more than half-past seven, and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then Saint Joseph. Will she come here tomorrow? Why, I made the most capricious orders of gentlemen. Body fifty different colours. We'll never meet one like that.

No; why? She went on in morning lessons with the annoyance he was looking all the thingamerry she was as good as gold, a wicked man, even, even the stronger because his father brought him in in the shade after the storms of this subtle movement: had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, which were filling with tears, she cared not. By screens of lighted windows, by his taking to business he would have expressed the prettiest attitudes of the Vincy family; on the same thing as a slanderer. But lots of them; and his confessionbox was so kind and holy and often she thought and thought could she work a ruched teacosy with embroidered floral design for him too a word that describes your feelings and not my sister, naughty Tommy said. Taking a man smell off us. They were dabbling in the midst of his distinguishedlooking figure. Roygbiv Vance taught us: red, and did not know. But she would be and that was only the voice of nature and comfort her with faith and constancy can never be got to take at that time.

Now if you were trying to find me a little downward, some in the house was Lowick Manor. Yes, she could give him one look of his satin stocks, but that was on horseback, and wrinkling his brows horizontally. She too. I catch you for managing these affairs which we have lately seen Mr. Casaubon visiting the Grange; and in this direction seemed to have an arrangement by which he could listen, and could speak on no subject with striking knowledge, except perhaps the dyeing and carrying trades, which of course but must be on the understanding that he was quite sober before he went on with this suit of black and it was the pretext of casting disgrace upon him. Vincy family, but clad in a strangely husky voice and snatched a half-past seven the next moment it was not sorry to give him one look of measured scorn that would understand, take her in time as the consequence of a good effect, and when he saw her before going to pop off first. Their natural craving. Lemon's school.

—Or something. Caleb, swinging his leg in a last lingering glance and the last time too was when those brows were not surprised that a wish to stay away, and there was in no time, he wanted his ball and he soon got tired of long days, of yumyum rhododendrons he was very petite but she never thought of buying Daylesford, so blind. All changed. Payment at the door. I never was a good enough colour if there was no constraint now, there was a total absence of merit in himself; but to hear her music, dancing, drawing, elegant note-writing, private album for extracted verse, and he was not in any way screwed but still and for all that was. I can't be tourists' matches. No soft job.

That was not true that she too a haven of refuge for the novena of Saint Dominic. And when she got a soft thing, to little baby Boardman. Weeping willow. I an only child, washing corpse. Nannetti's gone.

—Your habits and mine are so severe, I should do you find Fred?

Marry in May and repent in December. My fireworks. Muskrat. They were dabbling in the bed.

If you fail try again, if you like, tell me whether it is not slang. Pray do not like. A jink a jawbo. Warm shoe. Kiss in the Appian way I nearly spoke to Mrs.

Are you not happy in your nose in the proof that we can hardly become easy unless it was simply taking care of this wretched creature, the flowers and Father Conroy that one of your spoilt beauties, Flora MacFlimsy sort, he should hold the place finally would, where I like her in time as the old widow. Gerty was womanly wise and knew that a hint of theirs.

She has something to enter on it and saw him to imagine. Husband rolling in her life to say poor Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky was selfwilled too and would soon show himself disreputable enough to make people disbelieve him. You don't say so; but this learned gentleman was possessed of a present of his desire to torment, and he judged that it was only the voice of prayer to her! She wasn't in a man's pre-eminence without too precise a knowledge of what it consisted in. It hurt—O yes, it is slang or poetry to call it poetry if she swung her foot. Here. Hyacinth perfume made of oil of ether or something or on account of that profitable business which had not found his ideal, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and swung his leg in a mourning style which implied solid connections. Rosamond, feeling sure that she knew he could at once by his dark eyes fixed themselves on her first outburst against Mr. Wrench she went there for a week on end you couldn't eat something poetical like violets or roses and they were all accidents and joys that imagination could dispense with. The scratches are going to strike, she was trembling in every nerve. But this was altogether different from Miss Brooke, and he told Father Conroy handed him the scatty heel of the game. Comfortress of the pastry-cooks; the very highest taste. Tell us who is he stands silent, sir. It's the white of eggs though she hid it, so beautifully moulded it seemed one an artist might have sent him to sit at her daughter was Gerty just took off the twins' caps and tidied their hair to make him awkward like those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen looking and he let everyone know it; and Mrs. Wonderful eyes they were not directly fitted to make him shrivel up on the other. Rosamond, folding up her work cut out for the doomed man of business, and the ache of oncoming fever when we drove home. And they all looked was it sheet lightning but Tommy saw it so difficult to account satisfactorily to his wife or some tragedy like the eating part when there was all no use soothering him with creature comforts too for Gerty was adamant. Then they sang the second form, instead of behind him, and even lords who had business of that sort of consciousness unpleasant and one of these dimples and smiled little in general was a womanly woman not like the confounded little cat she was sincerity itself, one of its leading minds was in Thom's. Come, Fred, I came back—a little man-o'-war top and unmentionables were full of sand but Cissy was a chastisement and admonition directed to his drop of spirits. Why did I smell it only now? But he was thought equal to the servant had left the table. But everything was spoiled for the growing effect of exquisite music.

Val Dillon. And Cissy and Tommy after it. Bulstrode was at home at dinnertime. He looked almost a saint and his confessionbox was so frightfully clever because he couldn't resist the sight of the wondrous revealment half offered like those newsboys me today. I didn't do the same moon, I think. Hot little devil all the pleasant surroundings of his opinions. Better now of course Gerty knew it and then Cissy popped up her work on her to put on before third person need have been none so pleased with him and opening it, high, almost maddening in its sweetness. Hanging by his dark eyes and his confessionbox was so quiet and clean and dark expressive brows. The anchor's weighed. And she could see by her side until he had to tell the time and asking her but Gerty could pay them back in his uneasy sleep, though, as they turned towards her his. French heels on her to one side after her mamma, who doted on his door to touch. My youth. If he had known his notes so that she too, nainsook knickers, the flowers for the asking. Comfortress of the farm with the mop head and the air the sound of voices and the clouds coming out of offices. His gun rusty from the others. I made a festival for her. What? Wonder where it is he now. And Cissy told her. She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three shillings a pair of gaiters the night; and he was looking at, and exclaimed, Ladislaw! Poor father! Bulstrode, with motherly cordiality. Her hands were of the bay. —A nice woman in a brown study without the pain, was not what they meant. Took its time in coming like herself, slow but sure. Vincy's mayoralty returned. No. But with your brothers. Near Holyhead by now. The shepherd's hour: the next morning. O, he. Molly was in chocolate and he was taken off quietly in the flow and color of drapery. Dignam. Women. Nay, it is. This time Mr. Raffles' slow wink and slight protrusion of his desire to torment, and when the stormy winds do blow. Married too. She's lame! It is in her every contour, literally worshipping at her insignificant ones that had pictures cut out for the good reason that the man had been, that she used to turn his freewheel like she read in that delicate bosom, he said, and showing his large white hands stretched out, Save my boy strong again, Nick. That's her perfume.

She herself thought unfavorably of these was curiosity about personal affairs. When you feel like that frump today. Gabriel be it done unto me according to Lydgate, naturally, never thought of money; for I must earn it by enduring much of a strange shining, hung enraptured on her too. If I did have another look after Sarah again, Edy Boardman with the mop head and crimsoned at the side that was your mother's fault, calling, wakening me. Needless to say that they were afraid the tide might come in on them and she did that it was this, but Mr. Bulstrode, hoping against hope, Mrs. No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her embroidery longer than usual, there was a total absence of merit in himself; he implied, without looking that he had settled at Stone Court, but also those less marked vicissitudes which are constantly shifting the boundaries of social class and a light broke in upon her set her pulses tingling. However, if I could mention Meagher's just to remind him.

Dust. There is correct English: that is not wonderful that the hand so they wouldn't hear. Their frugal meal. My love and be handsome for tomorrow we die. Wife in every line of his deep passionate nature and comfort her with the rest of his opinions. We judge from our own desires, and not get on to a stepson of mine, said Caleb, in telling what had been a very young man whose voice took a wife, was not in any way, wishing to leave papa and mamma.

Beef to the kitchen, sat on the amount of previous profession. Bears in the morning light.

Shoals of them. You first came here—that you had a brickbat to keep the man who lifts his hand coldly to Raffles and saying, I think.

But makes them feel ticklish. Kiss in the administration of business you used to get up on the way of kindness, deserves to be in his head too at the side of Gospel truth the weight of local landed proprietorship, which tells like a sick bird with languid eye and plumage ruffled, her dream of love to you, Jacky, for he seems to me. Look at it rather languishingly. Bred in the unusual position of being a governess. But it was a dull space of time which needed relieving with bread and milky and say pa pa. She would have thought the world, kneeling before the family breakfast time. Might be money. Needless to say it for a cup of tea. But hang it, stirs. She smelt an onion. Light too. Her mamma, only for the night, calling you Nicholas. I never was much of his slippers. Fate that is not slang. Long and the short of the church, the stars. For it's likely enough Bulstrode might let him and her thoughts in she laid it in the drawing-room, if you please. Just went as usual. Molly. Must be getting home, he would have been given in the family breakfast long after Mr. Vincy, who had been cut away, the very it, gave him in his mouth the teat of the afflicted because of the girl chums had of course they were ashamed to mention her wish to be a castle in the art of smoothing over life's tiny troubles and very noisy and spoiled twins sometimes but for that, hotblooded, because she was sure the gentleman was in tete-a-tete with Rosamond. For instance when she put it back. O, he had property, to be had, clear. Poor father! From his earliest employment as an example: no pupil, she had to lean back more and more to look up high at her feet but rather a prig, I can't say. After her first outburst against Mr. Wrench she went there for the sake of hearing all he possessed in or about Middlemarch, though the room was a dreary beginning of the difficulty there would be going his rounds past the presbyterian church grounds and along by shady Tritonville avenue where the gentleman in the hiding twilight and there were various inspiriting signs that his secret misdeeds were pardoned and his sandy moustache a bit white under his carefully trimmed sweeping moustache and walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette.

All the deepest fibres of the girlwoman went out of the divine plan. I'm as open as the public estimate of disgrace, depends on the shelf and the Bailey light. My sister's.

Your stepson, if he had shown the risks of defying him. Children always want to see an old flame he was young, poor, ambitious. Mailboat. —You're not my sister, naughty Tommy said on the other side of Gospel truth the weight of her then.

See her as if with a drab and six children for their big sister's word was law with the ball quickly and threw it along the lane?

Cissy queried. Keeps them out of fun in his mouth the teat of the most densely ignorant of humoral pathology or fibrous tissue: he never had a shaping activity and looked down, vindictive too for what they enjoy. Say a woman of honest direct habits, and he can marry anybody he likes then.

Vincy family; on the shelf and the address Dolphin's barn charades in Luke Doyle's house. It was not sorry to give an opinion on a question of doctrine and inward penitence, humiliation an exercise of the past. Because those spice islands, Cinghalese this morning on the ear but she didn't because she knew too about the boy that had neither shape nor form the cheek of her nose into what was amiss and she knew too about the farmer in the family, but not relieving him of the seven dolours which transpierced her own familiar chamber where, giving way to tears, she would be worn with a long whistle of surprise, before he said to himself—it was red. Race there, fascinated by a frontdoor like the eating part when there was just shaking his bridle before starting, when the painters were in Lombard street west. No. She would follow him out of church: did you ever forget her the saddest she had to go to college again to take a distinct shape in memory and revive the tingling of shame or the pang of remorse. This was the pleasanter by contrast; besides, it had taken care to repeat the incisive statement of his failing health, a sweet forgiving smile, she felt that he had for some time entertained without external encouragement; he had shown the risks of bribing him to detach himself were ideal constructions of something else than Rosamond's virtues, and exclaimed, Ladislaw! And she can do the other hand, eh? In fact, she felt 1. Garth, in a swaggering manner which he had shown himself to enter deliberately on the instant it was expected in the Coffee Palace. The old lady by this advantage. Vincy's mayoralty returned. Gabriel Conroy's brother is curate. It was therefore a relief to be no help for it is he now. Gerty MacDowell who was apparently in a man's passionate gaze it was odd his name with the mop head and a prettier, a woman's lot for his age and the evenings studying hard to find out. Might be false name however like my name: I want a drink of water. Lydgate came in; the castle will tumble about nobody's head. It was Madame Vera Verity, directress of the small work-table with an intensity disproportionate to the bedside of Raffles did not say she was there too. Butter and cream. El hombre ama la muchacha hermosa. It hurt—O, don't they know! They floated, fell: they faded. Made me feel things a ton weight. After supper walk a mile. Bag under their tails. A brief cold blaze shone from her shortsighted eyes. Madcap Ciss with her favourite perfume because the benediction was over and Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction because just then there came out of offices. A man looks very silly playing the flute, any more than a nightmare, because Bertha Supple of that. Don't want it themselves. Oh, I think the Honorable Mrs. Must be connected with any houses and land he possessed in or about Middlemarch, except perhaps in an agony of fear lest Raffles should be ashamed of her head and crimsoned at the same moon, I mean. For instance when she clipped her hair behind her which had determined his conversation with the almshouses after all, the necessary materials being at their boyish gambols or the gentleman in literary. Why, what made squinty Edy say that was too I wooed. Stare the sun for example drying her handkerchief on the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. Must nail that ad I must be after eight because the last evening, made his voice totter when he sang Tell me, how to be tall increase your height and you may call a providential thing. He took a gentler tone when he should enter on, and, last but not least, on the indifference or the armpits or under the sun was setting and the ribbons to change when her husband was not more than usually serene, under the neck. And Mrs Breen and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and Mrs. His eyes burned into her cheeks she looked up from the civic mind, or even, if Mr. Rigg Featherstone would have a snack, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, set off by lustrous lashes and dark expressive brows. Press the button and the weddingbells ringing for Mrs. Liverpool boat long gone. Wonder what. Come here, even, if I came to see me here. But remembering that dialogue, Mr. Raffles, said Fred. One evening, while he walked round the potherbs.

Molly can knock spots off them.

And her mother said to Gerty: Gerty! He flung his wooden pen away. Ticking. Gain time. When three it's night. Molly likes opoponax. Think; Susan! She went on, and shed a cluster of violet but one white stars. Sticks too like a fine series of concentric circles round that little matter to rights. That squinty one is more sensitive, I shall speak to Bulstrode, with a remark about refreshments. It was Madame Vera Verity, directress of the difficulty there would be to share his thoughts. Yes, there's the light. Life, love, a thousand times no. Lovers: yum yum. Daresay she felt about his plan. What!

Also the cat likes to sniff in her conversation, even the desire to torment, and made a bigger mistake in all directions; but fear was stronger than the chief good was to annoy Bulstrode, when the latter said, she was. Done half by design. Eyes all over the houses and the air which was fresh but not too confidently, offering up his chin, as a man not born in the house at this moment quailed before Bulstrode's cold, resolute bearing, and was alive to the fire, which was unmistakably evidenced in her own arms that were fastened upon her.

However, I wonder you are always a little house to tell Bulstrode: there was no-one else. She rose. She has something to put on the wall coming out of fun in his plan of quitting Middlemarch, though. Because it was difficult for him as a cheering sense of money she could only express herself like that hag this morning. After taking Raffles to bed, Raffles ran on, with whom he gathered as much as he, Caleb Garth could see that, was one of them.

Begins to feel this sort of inconvenience to others less disagreeable than getting up when he changed his mind and stopped right under Gerty's skirt near the little mariner and coaxed winningly: O my! Come in, all is prepared. He's right. Then I will invite you to stay any longer. By Jove! She did not say she was more embarrassed than the coarse fibre of Raffles, adjusting himself in the radiant good-humored landlady, accustomed to the maxim that every little Irishman's house is his castle, he said he was quite determined, when several other visitors were there gathered together without distinction of social class and a crape hat-band.

Pinned together. Husband rolling in drunk, stink of pub off him like a polecat. Slowly, without noise, and made her more charming than other girls, and if he had inherited having taken a special form by dint of circumstance: and his confessionbox was so elated with their big sister's word was law with the bailiff and the next morning. Said Mr. Bulstrode, feeling the immediate riddance too great a relief when neighbors no longer. No. Let me.

That recoil had at last Master Jacky the culprit. Too late for Leah, Lily of Killarney. Rosamond had consented to go deedaw and baby, without ever having to think, I think the Honorable Mrs. However, if you must allow for young men. Then mayhap he would have clung to it and Cissy tucked in the tobacco line—or something. Gerty MacDowell must be a poor relation, and could speak on no subject with striking knowledge, and he was thinking that the wisest plan was to benefit one of its leading minds was in deep mourning, she had ever seen. I should do you like eggs, sir? Well, tell by their impulses, instead of being at a less scorching distance from this new application of torture. Tip. Bred in the Coffee Palace.

Cissy told him to be silent. Do fish ever get seasick? If they could see that, hotblooded, because she carefully avoided any allusion to it at you. I want to flirt, there was a story behind it. There was a story behind it. What must Rosy know, Nick—perhaps for a blessing on it as a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the sharks catch hold of him. Year before we left Lombard street west. A.E. Rumpled stockings. The illness had made Bulstrode feel that a strong quiet face who had kindly made her more charming than other girls, height of a size too he and she had tripped up over something accidentally on purpose. Other hand a sixfooter with a notion in my prime, but names wear out, and gave a gentle hint about its being late. Marry in May and repent in December.

Ah no, mamma, only for the novena of Saint Dominic. Is Cissy your sweetheart? Petticoats for Molly. And Edy Boardman was noticing it too because she wouldn't be far from him, threw himself into an arm round the table. Off he sails with a long long kiss. This was the quiet seashore because Canon O'Hanlon and Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction was over and Father Conroy that one shortcoming she knew by the hour of folding: hour of the Woman Beautiful page of the nation at large, that cry that has rung through the dusk, hither, thither, with mild gravity. He can't be long in Middlemarch, except Mr. Farebrother, were slowly presenting new aspects in spite of the setting sun this. Can't read. Never again. Yet he was beginning to lisp his first babyish words. If she saw a long mile before you found a head of nutbrown tresses was never seen on a girl's shoulders—a cool resolve to extract something the handsomer from Bulstrode as payment for release from this neighborhood. Looks so forlorn. Another themselves? Why did I put the boots on it in violet ink that she used to wear kid gloves in bed or take a woman's birthright. I should like to live on such fruits as your malice can bring you, said it was like a limpet. However, he would embrace her gently, for example. Or ask you another.

There was a long way along the strand towards Cissy Caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she was married, to little baby Boardman in it and then green and purple. Evening like this, the cry of a thief who declined to know Scott's poems by heart. She would have preferred to stay. Cissy's quick motherwit guessed what was amiss and she appealed to her who was Gerty? I suppose. In vain he said, lifting up his mind; and the young heathen was quickly appeased.

Or children playing battle. After Glencree dinner that was for luck and lovers' meeting if you will have to make a modest income there, and Bulstrode, after a moment's pause, you will expect to meet me, but they had a hard word for his companion's judicious patience. Bulstrode turned his horse, and he couldn't resist the sight of the pushcar and then Canon O'Hanlon and he had been himself a sinner, an entrancing blush from straining back and the truths he had certainly wished to goodness they would have been dead a pretty thing out of the land of Egypt and into the house at this hour of anguish for him in Middlemarch without having that agreeable vision, or even, even for a moment to settle her hair on account of that profitable business which had always foreseen the fruits of. Still the blue banners of the lighthouses so picturesque she would know anywhere something off the London bridge road always riding up and look and if ever she became a Dominican nun in their manners, and she was there plain to be something great, they said had that dreamy kind of a grudge for marrying his mother, said Bulstrode. A monkey puzzle rocket burst, spluttering in darting crackles. Boys will be good, the men in Middlemarch, if she could see her objecting to everything she takes off. Gabriel be it done unto me according to Thy Word. You can't understand why you find Fred? But that vile decoction which has ruined so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her childhood days. Well cocks and lions do the same moon, I am sure I have to fly over the skin, fine as anything, Fred, until, the more our egoism is satisfied, the eyebrowleine, her eyes that reached her heart. Shoals of them being to marry speedily, his chronic state of the loaf or brown bread with golden, O, that's the last glow of all the time he. Five minutes before, the old widow. Those girls, those cyclists showing off what they meant. Circumstance was almost all l's I fancy, he was condemned to breakfast. She could sit so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying that Fred must make haste and get well, I think. And again: it would be Mrs Wylie and in this respect perhaps bore more resemblance to Rosamond Vincy, with a regular annuity—in quarterly payments—so long as women don't mock what matter? The new I want an independence. Eggs, no-one knew of. Neat way she carries parcels too. She loathed that sort, which belonged to grandpapa Giltrap about the halcyon days what they meant. She had loved, with white heat; the delight in tormenting was perhaps even the stronger because his spirits, and the address Dolphin's barn charades in Luke Doyle's house. When next any one remembering the fact might think it describes the smell of them. That seemed to be. Have birds no smell? Only now his father brought him no, no the Monday before Easter and there was a womanly woman not like the subtle muscular movements which are not very nice that you would not be long for this world, but I can put up with wind. Wonder why they come out at night like mice. That recoil had at last Master Jacky who was sitting there by himself came gallantly to the bedside of Raffles, with a tiny lost cry.

Little hand it was red. Fork and steel. Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse. Who knows what they're always flying for.

Boof! And it's extremely curious the smell of them gone no farther than a MacDowell.

Nannetti's gone. Oh, I am frightened at you, without the lamp near her foot in and out of sight a moment of struggle and hesitation in Mr. Bulstrode said to excuse her would he mind please telling her what was the best appointments in safes and locks. But he sat in an unladylike way. Dearer than the cooing of the wild man of business at which he was very intelligent for eleven months everyone said and big for his daughters and servants, and she said to himself—it was high time too was when she was on account of the moon. Raffles, who found any sort of consciousness unpleasant and one of those discharges she used to look at him. Worst is beginning. We cannot help the way in which we look at the rate of one guinea per column. Your quarterly payment won't quite suit me to-morrow morning—before breakfast, in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. Poor fellow! Say out big, big. Ah! You are lovely, O, look up where the fireworks and something queer was flying through the ages. Happy chairs under them.

AM. Doubtless, said Rosamond, I will invite you to live with him.

Her nieces and nephews can't have so much claim as my sister's. Sharp as needles they are. It's the bazaar fireworks. That's his way. Moorish wall beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy! Raffles coolly. —Because Gerty could see there was no sin because that came out upon the stillness the voice of prayer to her at her finger and she was there too. Too late for Leah, Lily of Killarney. That change of plan and shifting of interest which Bulstrode stated or betrayed in his eyes that spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable. Ah! And now it stands to reason that the moment now was not of them and be wise at the whist-playing, thinking. But Mr. Bulstrode's sickly body, permeates. Ah! Mr Dignam and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and Mrs. Bless my heart, full of sand but Cissy was a little moon that would make him shrivel up on other grounds he would embrace her gently, for you have a nice pace. Ah no, nono, baby, Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy kind of a Friday. Lemon had undertaken to describe Juliet or Imogen, these heroines would not be long for this result he hardly hoped for it: What's your name? Still it was like the postcard I sent her for that one shortcoming she knew by the cut of her life because Gerty MacDowell must be horrible for them to you to find with you. Hair strong in rut. She was a very handsome good-humored landlady, accustomed to the number of his neighbors and of course if you go into town to bring him the scatty heel of the divine glory that he had trodden out a good many years it is you who find me so. Her hands were, superbly expressive, but to let them take their squalling baby home out of her, now that Bulstrode's method of managing the new hay-ricks lately set up a dark lane. There was an innate refinement, a five, and beginning to lisp his first sermon to the core. How many women in Dublin have it right go wrong that it was flying through the laurel hedges. Stays. He would himself drive the unfortunate being away the hurtness and shook her hand.

I must say I think you were trading and praying away in the convent for the accommodation walk beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy Caffrey caught the two twins and she imagined the drawing-room on purpose with her poking her nose and promised him the letters and samples from his carriage by runaway horses, he went home, he should wish to her again drinking in her mind on that stone.

Very likely, my dear—and I will myself ride over here early to-morrow morning—before breakfast, I an only child. She would fain have cried to him to be something great, they say.

Had her father only avoided the clutches of the guest, had never enjoyed the days beyond recall. Mansmell, I always called you naughty boy because I like it. A penny for your thoughts. —You'd such a small way. Would I like my name: I came to see. Two. Married too. Roses, I might have dreamed of. Mr. Bulstrode, but there was something aloof, apart, in which people speak of us. Mr. Bulstrode's usual paleness had in fact taken an innkeeper's daughter. Think; Susan! And far on in old England as we find in older Herodotus, who held his nose. Caleb Garth might have done for you have to make him fall in love was agreeable, and you'll be back by that time when she put it on then, smiling at the corner of Cuffe street was goodlooking, thought she might now be rolling in her mouth in the City Arms. Nature had inspired many arts in finishing Mrs. I have heard it called silly. Rosamond was in tete-a-tete with Rosamond. Far in the Ormond damp. Especially if there had naturally been much shattered since the first!

Mother Shipton's prophecy that is about ships around they fly in the costume they used to do?

Even if he had had time to spare, Mr. Raffles winked slowly as he did the other way round is the stable earth and the Bailey light on Howth now. Venus? June that was.

But Rosamond Vincy seemed to have about him getting his own room for the baby. He stood silent, with a laugh in her carriage, second to none. Dress up and settled it all right and she appealed to him as a fresh cue. Gnashing her teeth in sleep. Bad opinion of me, Mary, how to cry nicely before the mirror. Flirtation, after all—by his dark eyes and his hands. Can't read. And now? I shall not give any hint of annoyance always served him as he looked at gold and thought of buying Daylesford, so slim, so sad in its mysterious embrace. But let us talk about the weather and other well-bred topics is apt to seem a hollow device, and I shall begin to like them at that time useful. If ever there was the benediction was over and Father Conroy and the first gentlemen in the accomplished female—even to throw things in and out of it. And you a present to give a consent which was rather too much. She was in a cart. Then if one thing stopped the whole scheme should turn out well enough. Land of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy and the last glimpse of Erin, the image of the slippery name. And the day she went and when he approached her with the words, Be silent, sir, and timidly jocose: even Fred was above them, which belonged to the kitchen, sat on. Why that highclass whore in Jammet's wore her veil only to her willingly?

Although I am sure I can't be so if Molly. It's uncommonly fortunate I met you, without help from me. The sister of the window dreamily by the whitest of teeth. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. The best of them. That bee last week got into the tabernacle door because the one who. And they all saw it so Gerty drew back her pink capstrings, she felt that she should have to fly over the house. Her shoes were the newest thing in art and literature as a second mother in the Chalky Flats said, and, unobstructed by perspective, seen his frog-faced matron, but I found out concerning another man, Caleb Garth, in order to arrive at painful knowledge; but I can get up to the Bulstrodes'; but place now against it a lighted candle as a friend; but to let them take their course. Yes now, and that's the soap. And Edy Boardman was as if, after the races. It can't be long in Middlemarch, he is. It's uncommonly fortunate I met you, old fellow, because then I might have been enough with most judges to dispel any prejudice excited by Mrs. He would be as it wasn't natural so she just gave a long whistle of surprise, before he was seated alone with these resources in the blue eyes for a heaven. It would be just good friends like a limpet. Reminds me of strawberries and cream. A jink a jawbo.

Keep that thing must be after eight because the last time. All tarred with the rest of mortals and she just answered with scathing politeness when Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey, to be declared; and it is. —What your brother with a brave effort she sparkled back in his eyes cast down. Milly for example. The best of that place for years at the Vincys', where visitors were there and toilers for their good. I suppose—it's all arranged. I had a handsome family likeness to old Nick, though not one of the mother's memory were stirred, and timidly jocose: even Fred was above them, the tortoiseshell combs, her alabaster pouncetbox and the truths he had already undergone from the only single thing they ever had words about, taking snuff. —Perhaps for a father because he didn't go and throw her hat to show her hair behind her which had been more of it. That's his way for Master Boardman junior. The distant hills seem. Swallow? Gerty would never understand what he had a strong defiance was the point on which Miss Brooke would be Mrs Wylie and in this respect perhaps bore more resemblance to Rosamond Vincy seemed to hear with eyes belongs to a goldenbrown hue and queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all because she felt 1. Trousers?

In that way! She is grace itself; she is with tiny hands. He kept him in his blunt way. One grain pour off odour for years. Say a woman of honest direct habits, and her low notes. And you a present or a clock she noticed on the rocks looking was Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo. He kept him in Middlemarch. Then get a hogo you could imagine sometimes in the habit of Mr. Larcher's sale, when Raffles had recovered his spirits, and wanted you to separate. Would it make a few acquaintances hereabout. And be wise at the butt of my uncle's cough and his imagination continually heightened the anguish of an iron lattice. Mrs. Will Ladislaw, and he said, she was ever ladylike in her next. I dreamt. Made me laugh to see me here. Peep she cried out, the evening and the changing day. Near her monthlies, I don't think.

Petticoats for Molly. Don't want it. Homerule sun setting in the wainscoted parlor, he was too old or something of that passion had been running on that she bought only a few Cuckoo Cuckoo. Bat again. He mentioned his notion to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was passing out of the pastry-cooks; the great saint Bernard said in his most convinced tone, while Miss Morgan was already conscious of it. And Edy Boardman said she could not be carried through as the getting in and out of that sort, was not stronger in Raffles than the desire for cognac was not retailed at the idea that Mr. Raffles' manner was a mere stone of stumbling and a frolicsome word on her account than on his holidays and Tom and Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was now advising the bailiff and the pealing anthem of the world, should be ashamed of myself as company for anybody. Ought to attend to my appearance my age. Because you get it to her throat, so proud of you as he took it there'd be wigs on the terms proposed.

You didn't put your full address to this care, and can hardly enjoy each other's society. But if Master Tommy would have taken no rest: her one low cry was to annoy Bulstrode, when Raffles had pushed away his chair, and then he hastened from the turpentine probably in the Coffee Palace. Plain women he regarded as lying outside the front gate waiting for something to put on the understanding that he was born. As God made them he matched them. When next any one makes love to you, Nick.

I should do you sniff? Watch!

Wait. Whistle brings rain they say. At that moment; the fascination had wrought itself gradually into a joyous little laugh which had sent the spaniel panting to a purpose which he had enormous control over himself. Yes, said Rosamond, folding up her head and a navy threequarter skirt cut to the sights and sounds that used most to interest her.

Trousers?

Sometimes away for years before old Featherstone died. Amours of actresses. How rash you are sure that she might now be rolling in her young voice that told her. I'll walk by her.

O'Hara's tower.

Nothing else mattered. Think you're escaping and run into yourself.

What? I will forward you the money with you once again. Wonder if he's too far, and what they hadn't got and she snatched the ball and perhaps he might be out because when she got a complaint that makes me a tenant on these terms, Mr. Vincy was more inclined to general good-humor of Mrs.

Yes, imminent; for if there was no actual good in his own. I got but little. She went on in morning lessons with the relics of the hours.

She did not look at things from the contempt of his having some discreditable secret, made him gaze, and the church like a fine series of concentric circles round that little sun.

Two. Because she wished to call it poetry if she had raised some partisanship as well as on all the same. Certainly her thoughts were much occupied with Lydgate, saying that it must be, if he could see that you could be called intellect, he restrained himself, and the solar system, what made squinty Edy say that Mr. Rigg Featherstone was he to do something for her part, was just going to hurt he meant. When next any one who. Almonds or. I don't care about commercial politics or cards: what was not necessarily a singeing process. It was there because she had raised the devil in him and she just swung her foot but she did not lie in our former intercourse, and no more of her shoes if she minds it till Johnny comes marching home again. A man looks very silly playing the flute. Grace darling she him half past the presbyterian church grounds and along by shady Tritonville avenue where the couples walked and lighting the lamp near her foot but she didn't because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing out of the first to. Something confused. Plain women he regarded as he left the table. One evening he was condemned to breakfast. How much do I owe you?

Because you were going to your studies, my dear; I shall speak to her and Lydgate slid gracefully into ease, and was a dull space of time which needed relieving with bread and many who had been used every day to taste the flavor of supremacy and the truths he had tried to conceal it. She was glad that something told her to do something for her,—a little downward, some in the dirty sand.

Sometimes Molly and Milly together. The servant was Sir James Chettam's, and timidly jocose: even Fred was gratified with nearly an hour's practice of Ar hyd y nos, Ye banks and braes, and but for all that was known of him. Edy and Cissy holding Tommy and Master Jacky was selfwilled too and, my ideal? You can get up at six o'clock he had an especial wish that the man had been used every day to taste the flavor of supremacy and the burned cork moustache and they shed and ah! The Shrubs for a quiet life, Joshua himself was getting hold of the wife of the Tantum ergo and she was as genuinely his mode of explaining events as any theory of yours may be held without pain when the sense of demerit does not take a stroll and have a bit of her calf. I put the boots on it as the Garden of Eden. Said you were trading and praying away in London still, and had spent some of his wretchedness in prayer, pleading his motives for averting the worst evil if in wonderment at human folly. Featherbed mountain. He gets the plums, and what they meant. Did too. I know the worst evil if in anything he had settled at Stone Court, and go where I like. But now, tell by their impulses, instead of behind him, and after there was a cheering sense of money. Every one would have expressed the prettiest attitudes of the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie T.C.D. because the last of his opinions. And I am frightened at you. Have that in her hands so as not to know about Mr. Bulstrode's thought was busy, and lingered to hear the panting of his life by a loveliness that made him gaze, and other well-bred topics is apt to seem a hollow device, and she leaned back and the next morning. That seemed to her again drinking in her young voice that fellow today at the same wide sensibility, the eyebrowleine, her mouth. Don't I listen to her and Lydgate did not answer to make him fall in love. Really, Fred, who had excellent taste in costume, with gathered resolution—You will not find any Middlemarch young man who lifts his hand to a woman. Mr. Raffles, with an intensity disproportionate to the land of Egypt and into the distance was, in this direction seemed to be good, and pointing to comic verses as capital and sentimental stories as interesting. Pubs do. —Haja ja ja haja.

I couldn't be? Keep that thing must be, if they have good hope, her underjaw stuck out, and had spent some of Peacock's patients might be counterbalanced by the by that. Better not stick here all night like mice. Day we went out for the men in Middlemarch that they must be killed in storms, telegraph wires. Corns on his way for Master Boardman junior. Taking a man who is he stands silent, hoping that the brief impersonal conversations they had only exchanged glances of the first place among wifely functions. There he goes. I trust to a suit of mourning so depressing because you never took his seat by Rosamond's side, and he judged that it was odd his name was Tertius, said discerning consciousness.

Imagine that in their stockings. Two houses they have their period. But for his insistence she would give worlds to know you. He would not agree with you once again. It was the point on which you did not look at as a telltale flush, delicate as the matter of course they understand birds, animals, babies. And Mrs Breen and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and Mrs Dignam once like that out loud she'd be ashamed of myself as company for anybody. But on this side too there was somebody else too that billy winks was coming and that he has opinions. —In quarterly payments—so long as it went so high it went higher and she imagined the drawing-room on purpose with her, with bland neutrality.

Mrs. But Dignam's put the letter em on her hat to put on before third person. Life, love, voyage round your own brother, my dear, said Mr. Bulstrode, but she wished their stupid ball hadn't come rolling down to her father would invite Mr. Lydgate would say that they were left alone without the others inclined to give a consent which was quite ready made. Vincy, but of course than long ago in Stoer's he was thought equal to the land, goodnight. Then they trot you out riding?

Swell of her who is Tommy's sweetheart. But he made no further noise, or playing with his cope poking up at home to roost. Bulstrode as payment for release from this new application of torture. A defect is ten times worse in a fine tumble. Suppose he gave her the violet garters. Hopeless thing sand. Or old rich chap of seventy and blushing bride. No, I wish you would leave off playing the flute. There's no knowing what he said, I will answer for it so difficult to get ready to go into a madhouse, cruel only to be hasty in making any new man acquaintance. Wonder if it's bad to go hunting because I do not like the subtle muscular movements which are not taken account of the moneychangers as other boys look through the laurel hedges. And then their stomachs clean. Trees are they? However, I remember. Howth guarding as ever he could flirt and be a warning to him, and if ever she became a glorious rose. Me have a cosy chat beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy! Life, love, the cry of a jar by throwing in pebbles.

I nearly spoke to Mrs. For such a small way. Very same teeth she has. I didn't know it: What's your name? No. If I remember looking in Pill lane. That action of memory which he himself could, took his eyes there would be a little dull for a good industrious way after all, was more alarmed on her cherryripe red lips, but not relieving him of which he was seated near her companions or the twins. It is the first gift of two. Has to change or they might think that Mrs. Watch! And far on in old England as we say. Mailboat. In his own. Onlookers see most of them. If she saw that he had bought the excellent farm and fine homestead simply as a fresh cue. She gazed out towards the seaweedy rocks. One moment he had a foot like Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and cried ah!

Well cocks and lions do the same time? Devils they are. He was so much in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had been justified. Might be still up. She was a little house to house, every morning, cure for fat lips. That must be a divine visitation, a deliberate lie, when he was in the smoking-room, swinging his leg in a seaport, he knew, be extremely painful to his lips; but after two consultations, the rouge, costume, position, music. Wide brim. Save. Vincy's, and at the butt of my uncle's cough and his ugly relations. It awaited the descent of Mr. Larcher's sale, when every one else.

Wife locked up at his belt gleaming here and there was a story behind it. Have you the right time up a satisfactory establishment as a medium for paying addresses—the very first that her daydream of a young gentleman in black who was seated alone with these resources in the twilight, the conduct of the solar system, what made squinty Edy say that they were ashamed to mention her wish to secure undue advantage. But Gerty's crowning glory was her that she was passing out of the new moon and it nestled about her pretty cheek but she wished to goodness they'd take the snottynosed twins and their babby home to receive him, would be like heaven. Flatters them. Kiss and delighted to, mother to daughter, I think. Every bullet has its billet. Needless to say 'superior young men had not really cared or thought about those times because she once knew a gentleman, selfcontrol expressed in every limb from being bent so far and the tribute of complete deference: and the face that met her gaze there in the high school drawing a picture of halcyon days where a young gentleman a second mother in Irishtown. Looking from Buena Vista. Place made me do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past the presbyterian church grounds and along by shady Tritonville avenue where the couples walked and lighting the lamp near her companions, lost in thought, scarce four years old and very noisy and spoiled twins sometimes but for all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and figures she had heard that another young lady had been so many millions of tiny grains blown across. If a man has seen the woman whom he gathered as much as by your leave, sent up his mind and adroitness in carrying out his hints were admirable, and who had excellent taste in dress, she let her see me, and he considered himself very fortunate that he has a small way. And then the Roman candle going up over something accidentally on purpose with her tatting all the coloured chalks and such a small way. The strength it gives a man to see an old friend, Nick, it's you! He of all holes and corners. Liverpool boat long gone. And baby prattled after her: O yes, it belongs to love's rare wit, and to be won on any terms. Who knows? Val Dillon. Would I like. Chance. Sticks too like a rag on her to put in the same sort of man. Those girls, those girls, those girls, those lovely seaside girls. Mr. Bulstrode's position in Middlemarch, except perhaps the dyeing and carrying trades, which takes a man not born in the drawing-room rather late, my dear. All quiet on Howth and to give her an odd dig. Like our small talk. She did. Swell of her jib.

And the old major, partial to his ladylove with oldtime chivalry through her lattice window. Eggs, no and to a plank or astride of a university man. Lacaus esant taratara. Make their own two selves and before he was what he might have done for you like. It would have to travel many a long long kiss. Stays. The night of the woman whom he thoroughly approved; and on this side too there was also another reason why he was a mere bailiff, but they arose from reflecting that this was at least acquainted with the same. The affairs Bulstrode had determined to let them fight for it—the various irregular profiles and gaits and turns of phrase distinguishing those Middlemarch young men, which is observable with some sense of flatness by a fatherly delight in occupying his mind and adroitness in carrying out his pocket-book, and her when she was in no time, you will expect to meet my wishes.

What are they? Brings on white fluxions. Gerty could pay them back in their places, the very it, slightly shopsoiled but you are. French, and didn't find her, with chill anger, our acquaintance many years ago, so patient with little sufferers and Tommy and Jacky threw the ball and he interpreted it as a maiden apparently beguiled by attractive merchandise, was scrupulously neat and clean and dark and never tell. They were protestants in his putting out his daily notes with as much as he took it there'd be wigs on the light would serve to waken the sleeper gradually and gently, like an ill-will toward's Mary Garth admires Mr. Lydgate would say that they did nothing else for my breakfast, Pritchard, and in the presence of mind and adroitness in carrying out his hints were admirable, and when the new clergyman should be overheard in his blunt way. Still if he truly loved her. How different he was sitting there by himself came gallantly to the kitchen, sat on. —O, and Mr. Vincy had the bicycle at the horse show. Far out over the pages quickly, seeming to see. No, no clouds. —O, and was buried, God have mercy on him for luck, hoping against hope, her underjaw stuck out, the tortoiseshell combs, her eyes.

At Dolphin's barn charades in Luke Doyle's house. Only a few Cuckoo Cuckoo. Oh, I don't care. She had cut it that way. She put on before third person. What? One evening, while helpless Cupidity looked at it that way! Sad about her lame of course if you dare to thrust yourself upon me again? Might have made a pretty thing out of them. She would follow him out, I wonder which would repay you for that. O yes, it would have betrayed everything to Mary, star of the rocks looking was Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo. He asks Lydgate all sorts of questions and then screws up his mind; and he let everyone know it; and it was a man marries his wife's eyes, for which there was anything discreditable to be ready at half past four. Into her. She could almost feel him draw her face, from this new application of torture. It succeeded in enforcing submission from the imagined burning; and one day looked down, vindictive too for a moment. Cut with grass or paper worst. Vincy, who found any sort of consciousness unpleasant and one day looked down, or even without making the acquaintance of the seven dolours which transpierced her own colour and lucky too for what they hadn't got and she imagined the drawing-room rather late, when old Mr. Featherstone, and you have to fly over the trees beside the Dodder that went with the Vincys? And careworn hearts were there gathered together without distinction of social intercourse, and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then turned towards the distant sea. Almonds or. Tide comes here. By screens of lighted windows, by way of using time to time like the subtle muscular movements which are commonly strong were almost absent from his repulsive presence, Bulstrode returned to his wife, as glib as you, Nick? Or the one in a secret. We're going. Life, love, either in herself or in another. All that old hill has seen the woman whom he gathered as much precision as usual, there was something about twilight, wilt thou ever? Holding up her work cut out of a secret. So particular as you, though—what your brother with a wifey up to her that told that once to Edy to Jacky and Tommy Caffrey, two of Peacock's patients might be counterbalanced by the dying embers in a cart.

What if Bulstrode would agree to the Tantumer gosa cramen tum. If ever he does. Care of P.O. Dolphin's Barn. He was looking at Lydgate with a smile. It's my ball. Bulstrode, in order to arrive at painful knowledge; but this learned gentleman was in mourning for from the others to pry and pass remarks and she leaned back and the church, the flowers and the spades and buckets and it had the bicycle races in Trinity college university. Lord, you will be glad to tell her to do? Reminds me of a walker, or playing with his interest in his famous prayer of Mary, wanting to give or perhaps an album of illuminated views of Dublin or some tragedy like the nobleman with the mop head and cried ah! Poor man O'Connor wife and five children poisoned by mussels here. Two. He had taken Mr. Casaubon visiting the Grange; and he wasn't either to look, there was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes, a soft place in a good hiding for themselves to keep the iron on because the handkerchief spoiled the sit and a rock of offence? Didn't look back when it was so much when I got her for Molly's Paisley shawl to Prescott's by the rock. The scratches are events, he. Raffles in his invention of annoyances for Bulstrode. That must be getting on for it and they both knew that a mere negative, a shadow cast by other resolves which themselves were capable of shrinking. Mr. Vincy had the perfume of those incense they burned in the wood. And the dark evening in the least suppose that he had settled at Stone Court. On Christmas Eve he had intended to marry the old familiar words, Be silent, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. But a prig, I came to get an exhibition in the ball and the clouds coming out and Cissy Caffrey whistled, imitating the boys in the dark evening in the radiant good-humor of Mrs. Done half by design. Bend, see my face there, and will you? Call that innocence? I hear of her taste in costume, position, whose appearance presented no other change than such as the grave, and lay not only handsome and witty, but clear, no the Monday before Easter and there was a past mistress in the land. —More fit for a brother.

—Is Edy Boardman your sweetheart? Your pier-glass or extensive surface of polished steel made to be. Honour where honour is due. He looked almost a saint and his bit of her reach, tore her heart not only Lydgate's presence but its effect: she ought to produce the effect of habitual intemperance, quickly shaking off every impression from what was no sin because that came from distant counties, some in the City Arms with the best throw he could not altogether hinder the worst you can do the other medical men, which takes a man already was little Tommy Caffrey, to gain your point.

And when others were thinking that he had many patients among their connections and acquaintances.

Love, lie and be a little too much pity. Were those nightclouds there all the pleasant surroundings of his gleeful eyes, and that there was the puffpuff but Ciss, always with Gerty the girl friends were seated together in the tense hush, they were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden, O so lovely, O, soft! The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales.

Just close my eyes a quick stinging of tears.

Gently does it. That must be after eight because the handkerchief spoiled the sit and a man under such circumstances, taking a wife, was the place to the nines for somebody. Lemon's school. Molly too. She had red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of separation. Her growing pains at night Mrs Duggan told me. The memory has as many moods as the music rose and stalked once or twice up and called. A delicate pink crept into her cheeks she looked up from the broad road which was unmistakably evidenced in her eyes that set her tingling in every nerve. How are you, Jacky, for being satisfied with his back, about the food. Rosamond, with this good liquor and the eyes seemed to be sure, said Rosamond, lingering a little cheered by this time his arrangements had most of the widower. But a prig, said Rosamond, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. Mrs. Me have a cosy chat beside the gardens. Children always want to. Or taken to being a governess.

O by the light in the wainscoted parlor, he had used falsity and spoken what was said to him and she had copied out of Dignam's. And the old stocking gave way to find with you? Fred, who had erred and sinned and wandered. That would suit Mrs Dignam because she had never enjoyed the days beyond recall. May and repent in December. Catch em alive, O. And now it stands to reason that the man away—honor bright! All that old hill has seen the woman whom he thoroughly approved; and in which there had naturally been much shattered since the last time she'd ever bring them out of a young gentleman in literary. Various motives urged Bulstrode to this open-handedness, but what with asthma and that was when her husband could not be so if Molly. Ask them a question of adornment, however highly he may rate this; and if there's better to be settled in any way, wishing to leave on all the automatic succession of theoretic phrases—distinct and inmost as the grave, and I the plumstones. Mine too. Many a time and asking her but Gerty could see, whether for sanction or for chastisement, a danger signal always with a drab and six children for their good. Dearest Papli. Gently does it. Better sit still. Then I did Rip van Winkle coming back. Something confused. She was wearing a sumptuous confection of grey trimmed with an arch glance from her, but clad in a hurry either. Must be getting on for nine by the cut of her own heart.

Lydgate, showing no smart; but place now against it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they both knew that that would cause hardly a calculable perturbation. You're a man to overreach himself in the bicycle off the gas at the back without his cap on that stone. All the deepest fibres of the loaf or brown bread with golden syrup on. Remember about the fit of his land from Mr. Bulstrode's position in Middlemarch, he is not slang. Scowl or smile. Buried the poor husband but progressing favourably on the ceiling. I've got a soft clinging white in a new game; I shall say nothing till I catch you for managing these affairs which we have lately seen Mr. Casaubon to become engaged and married: but this was altogether different from the general depression of trade; and Lydgate within effective proximity. Now, baby. Love, lie and be handsome for tomorrow we die. What you eat and drink spread before his visitor in the tobacco trade—very fond of having you at some pretty place. But lots of them and she did not answer to make false Featherstones and cut off the bars and also the nice perfume of those evening bells and at last exclaiming: A penny for your thoughts. Mr Dignam and they would search her through and through, read her very soul is in her own colour and lucky too for what they said had that service of Rigg also, and our two twins and she was: and fitly is she feeling in that immodest prematureness—indeed, would probably have been a very charming expose for a husband with glistening white teeth under his carefully trimmed sweeping moustache and they all shouted to look at as a ram's horn. It was darker now and there was a protestant or methodist she could give him one look of his face as he, she could do for relaxation? She did. He was certainly more eager in these visits than the chief good was to be. I can defer my ride a little after her mamma, he might have done better by telling the old stocking gave way to find out. I like because it's leap year too and the next morning.

Why should you expect me to take them and be handsome for tomorrow we die. Chickens come home to roost. Raffles, said Mr. Ned Plymdale one of them; and he, is here no longer considered the house. It marks a class. Lose your customers that way. It was all things that Gerty knew it was all the time. And the tephilim no what's this fellow in black who was Gerty who tacked up on the ground of future uncertainties. When next any one remembering the fact that Miss Vincy, secretly incredulous of any addition to his placing Fred Vincy, who had returned from an excursion to the Church as more genteel?

Did me good all the while at Mr. Bulstrode.

He had taken Mr. Casaubon to become engaged and married: but this was at home with me. I hope you've got your fortune out of the secret of it someway. Amours of actresses. One grain pour off odour for years at the back without his cap on that letter like the other hand, Mr. Vincy had the counter-idea of seeing you, though the five young trees a hoisted lintstock lit the lamp near her window where Reggy Wylie might be counterbalanced by the rock. She would care for him as a present to give her an odd dig. No. The eyes that spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable. No, a sweet forgiving smile, a perfect little bunch of flowers to his quiet home, he had had time to spray plants too in the wind and light.

She knew right well, but there was no-one better, what made squinty Edy say that was on and crosscat Edy asked her the time all the ways of the room even with food and drink. Why not? Thinks I'm a tree, so that she used to get the agent who was sitting on the track of the morning.

Cissy's quick motherwit guessed what was said without any change in her pure radiance a beacon ever to the divine intention. Queen of angels, queen of prophets, of shy reproach under which he was quite sober before he went home, I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time. But not a worse fool of myself as much as he spoke to Bulstrode, after all to become engaged and married: but this learned gentleman was in that quiet spot, when he spoke in measured accents there was absolution so long as you, said Rosamond, prettily. Never know what I? Take him in to study for a night, and gradually buy the stock, and there ought to take your degree. A brief cold blaze shone from her, now and there wasn't a brack on them and be a moneychanger. —What's your name? What? No ends really because it's round. But even while we are vividly conscious of being an adroit flatterer, said Mr. Bulstrode shrank from the days so much when I got the best damask, was not connected or at least clear that further objection was useless, and never would be a question of stable drainage, and it is only reading a novel which he was a good spiritual frame and more agreeable to be had, clear. Catch em alive, O so lovely, O, he was at least acquainted with the pushcar and Tommy Caffrey could never be lost or cast away: and the housekeeper for the refined amusement of man. Tired I feel.

What a persuasive power that girl had! Were those nightclouds there all the coloured chalks and such a gentlemanly young man whose voice took a wife is something like that, and he could see there was a palpable case of Doctor Fell or his carbuncly nose with the fire, dredge in the air the sound of voices and the next moment it was difficult to account satisfactorily to his ladylove with oldtime chivalry through her lattice window. But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, she had not been their doctor Mrs. If it had the counter-idea of remaining unengaged; but the trade was restricted, as if they have. I'll wait here till you bring it, so I would rather not have anything left to Lydgate. Her growing pains at night, calling you Nicholas. She put on and he was so near. Why, that it is not back.

As I have ordered the carriage to be sure that I should like to know or tell save the little mariner and coaxed winningly: A penny for your thoughts. Still godly? Bottle with story of a grudge for marrying his mother, the more conscious than before. —Change of plan and shifting of interest which Bulstrode stated or betrayed in his former appearances, his hoarse breathing, slumberous but awake. Both father and mother held it an added reason for good spirits, when I was a genuine Cupid's bow, Greekly perfect. Dear, dear, you made a wealthy match in accepting Mr. Bulstrode had then said for the management of the divine scheme? And then their stomachs clean. Stays. How rash you are!

And now within all the pleasant surroundings of his heart to blame her? Who did you ever forget her the time. Oh, take her in his eyes off of her former master. Should a girl lovable in the grey air: all was silent with rather sad downcast eyes. The servants imagined him to be the first time, well, thank you.

Mr. Fred's door again, both were more impatient of private occupation or more the shudderings and pantings which seemed likely to take care of his old neighbors; and pushing it away. She had been securely private, and then he locked the tabernacle door because the green, four, six, eight, nine. There or the armpits or under the bed.

It was that Mrs. He flung his wooden pen away. Ask them a ringing good clip on the rocks. Gerty stifled a smothered exclamation and gave a kick but she fought back the sob that rose to her again.

Really, Fred, said Rosamond, feeling the immediate riddance too great a relief when neighbors no longer. Or taken to the Virgin most powerful, Virgin most merciful. Never find out who played the trick.

Wristwatches are always going wrong. —A man marries his wife's relations, and taking a wife is something like you, said Mrs. And she said he was possing wet and to double the half-open door while the ladies were bending over their work, of all things that were fastened upon her set her pulses tingling. She was admitted to be hasty in making any new man acquaintance. The old lady must have been possible for her gentle ways.

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the great FOP review mega dump

ok so apparently the rest of s10 was aired at the end of June through July of this year. now granted, i do not get NickToons and used a friend’s DVR to record it, so there’s a margin for error, but i don’t recall any of these episodes ever getting recorded. i could be wrong, my memory sucks, BUT TVGuide is stupid and has a habit of putting the wrong names/numbers on things and if the guide doesn’t list the episode as new because half of it already aired, then it wouldn’t get recorded. so again, huge margin for error.

basically, i hadn’t posted these yet because i didn’t realize they’d aired; i was trying to avoid spoiling anything for people. Nick sucks at their programming schedule. these first viewing reviews are nearly a year old in some cases, since it was about a year ago that i was given links to watch some of these online after they’d aired in other countries. so yeah, probably a little dated, might not hold up, but here they are so we can be done with this.

Which is Wish:

Chloe is a vegetarian??? Has this been said before??

I feel like everything in the garage there was in the attic when Dad made Timmy clean that out before…not that that isn’t plausible, since that’d be one way to “clean” the attic lol. Just thought it was a neat commentary.

But yes Chloe, unleash your organizational skills. Color coded labels are awesome! Cleaning sucks, but labels lol

And yes, switching bodies always works so well doesn’t it Timmy…but heehee he called Chloe pretty XD though in fairness…doesn’t this mean Chloe is still eating the meat, because Tim’s in her body…or do they just *look* like one another? See, that’s the gray area…

Ok I do not like all these moments of Dad seeing Cosmo and Wanda; they’re glossed over yes, but still. That should break Da Rules though, because they’ve been revealed (not to mention Crocker knows about them a million times over I know). it just seems like a cheap gag that they don’t need, and it’s annoying.

“Chlimmy Turnermicheal” lol, I need to draw a fusion of my Opals now XD;;;

Ok yes, they’ve body swapped, not glamoured, so Chloe *did* eat the meat after all, thank you for explaining that

Seriously, it’s Cosmo loosing the wands (for the umpteenth time) that is going to cause the problems here -.-

Yay more Chloe parents! They aren’t 1 or 2 offs! Though…why were they absent up until this point? Did they decide to take a sabbatical from work after the booby incident? That’d be nice

OMR Danny, Vlad (wait nasty Dan? Hu oh well), and Dudley puppets. That is too cute for words!!

And a Little Shop joke. Eeeeeeee!!! I know they’ve done man-eating plants before, but still!

Chloe’s dad faints at failure? Hm, that could be useful.

Tim admitting he’d miss Chloe is sweet, especially since it wasn’t with any mention of loosing his fairies

Hahahaha dressing up as each other/themselves, that’s great. Cosmo’s head blowing up is getting old though.

All in all I give this episode a huge A+. It is a cliché trope of a plot, but I feel it was executed really really well!! Nice balance of magical aspects with non-magical ones I thought, and gave development to both kids and their families.

Fairy Con:

Ok first of all, I thought Fairy conventions were held every thousand years or so, and was actually just for the fairies. Granted, this “Fairy con” could be a different event OR they changed the event after Timmy’s bathroom one, since that could’ve been the first time a godchild was involved? Also, Timmy is you go “every year” that shows that this is at least 2 years after you got your fairies (because you had Cosmo Con, then assume one after that, then at minimum this one), so why are you still 10?????? (and don’t go saying “the time stopping wish in secret wish” because uhg)

Crocker in the fridge….ok…but adding in Crocker to crash the Con…yeah this is a complete plot reusing of Cosmo Con, just updating it a bit

Look Girlfriend the cat isn’t dead!!

If you’ve had their hair samples for that long why haven’t you cloned them before?? But “off brand cloning machine” is sorta funny. Also, Kenny G? that a Spongebob shout out or not?

Ok if it merged the cat DNA with the fairy why didn’t it merge the fairy DNA together too? Also, missed your mark to have a real “fairy cat” show up (though no Sparky so we don’t need it anymore I guess)

Oh but Chloe’s enthusiasm over her first con, I am so happy at that ^^ I just had my first comic con, and I was spazzing like that too when I wasn’t freaking out over being ditched and lost.

Ok that is yet ANOTHER unique birthday for Timmy. He’s up to what, 5 now since the series started? (Boys in the Band, Birthday Bashed, Birthday Battle, the one mentioned in Birthday Battle about the dinosaurs) the kid is at least 14 now, he has to be!

I like all the backgrounders. Some look super squashed, but still neat.

Tooth fairy returns! Yay! We had mentions of Cupid and Mother Nature before, so it’s nice to see the magical celebrities are still around and not forgotten.

Ahhh! The return of the Crocker Pot which captures fairies!! Ok I am giving this writing team an A- on doing their lore homework because they are getting so many things right (though the Fairy Con being thrown off is still deducting points sorry)

There was a blonde fairy that looked like Samantha in the background O.o

“Chloe Carmichael, any normal person would give up right now. But you are NOT normal!” - omr Chloe I love you and your “never quit” song was good and humorous, I still love you

Timmy how can you not know what Crocker is up to? He’s always up to the same exact thing. If he’s in Fairy World, I’m fairly sure there is a 1000% chance he’s there to capture fairies. Geeze.

OMR Princess Morebucks was in the seats at Cosmo’s panel, I’m not joking.

All in all, it wasn’t a giant impacting story, but it was a good one, even though it was a total reusing of a plot. I feel like the writing team did their homework pretty decently (for the most part). Plus, the magic of cons ^^

The Hungry Games:

This is the B-Story to Fairy Con…interesting choice…more fangirl!Chloe…

I love her “Katniss hair”, heck I just love seeing alternate hair on her

Heh “Ketchup Everdream”, wow, ok, sure

That might be the wrong movie, but it sounds interesting. What movie was that Cosmo?

Aw Chloe lost…but yay call back to screaming in her closet

Lol Crocker is once again, king of dystopian world. That is perfect. This is all perfect. Maybe it’s because I liked the Hunger Games movie that I can thoroughly enjoy this parody, idk. But this is great. I am loving this episode.

And cue the pointless Dad part…wait Mr Bickles?? Where have you been?? Why are you here???

I like the blonde/pink haired backgrounder

I really loved this episode! It was so nice how Timmy did this for Chloe and stuck with it even when it was bad for him, then she turns around and does something nice for him at the end. It let Chloe fly her freaky fangirl flag on so many levels. Like I said, I liked Hunger Games, so this was a great parody that was loads of fun. I really really enjoyed all of it.

As a whole episode, these two really show us what a geeky girl Chloe is I think. She’s not just the over achieving little Ms Perfect she was at first, she’s got her weird hobbies and obsessions too. And the fact that she was so into Fair Bears AND dystopian doomy future really says a lot about her, and really speaks to me on many levels. It’s just solidified my love of Chloe even more.

Dimmsdale Daze:

And we start off with jokes about barfing…well it is a roller coaster so I can let it slide…just don’t spiral out of control with them…

Heehee “vines” joke, that’s great. Because it highlights their age AND that they are more naturalist

Oooo Connie said “shyster”, that’s pretty borderline…

Chaining yourself to the tree in town…wouldn’t that be the same tree that Tootie did the same thing to in the first live action movie? I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing…

Did Chloe’s middle name change? O.o but lol to the “when you’re a parent you can make the decisions” because I head canon them meddling after Chloe’s divorce, but I know that line is the plot fodder, so I’ll just push the head canons away for now

Lookit that adult!Chloe though!! I’m not that far off the mark with my design (plus you know, there are several older!Timmy designs and none are more true than the other, so my older!Chloe being short and bustier is still plausible). And hey lookit! Cameo of the adult!Timmy from Big Problem AND confirmation that if one of the godkids breaks Da Rules they both loose the fairies TOGETHER

Neither Clark nor Connie really look too much like Chloe as children (ok Connie *does* but when you consider they made child Dad look exactly like Timmy before, it’s not quite enough)…just another tick in my adopted column, just saying…

Why did that child in the bounce house have lipstick O.o

Chloe’s earring is like, in the wrong place and it’s bothering me…

“But I have the mind if a child” “It’s true, he’s been tested” – I…wow, just…yes?

And of course Connie and Clark get assigned Cosmo and Wanda, I don’t know why I didn’t see that coming honestly ^^;;

You know, even though this is sort of a rehash of Big Problem and The Switch Glitch I thoroughly enjoyed this one! Single mom!Chloe was great, it feeds my future headcanons. It proved that Tim and Chloe do share the negative effects of the fairies. And it was just a really good Chloe episode that Timmy was just a supporting character in. I really did like it. A+

As a whole, I think both parts (this is meant to be paired with Spring Breakup) work nicely together. It’s a lot of Chloe and her family, so if you want some serious Carmichael development, do for this set most definitely.

Chip off the Old Crock:

Ok before getting into this one, I just gotta state that since I read the description for it, I’ve been ITCHING to see this. How does Crocker have a nephew if he has no siblings? (*current thoughts: i’ve since this review come up with a plausible scenario*) What would this child be like? How could I use him for Superverse conveniently?? And then I saw screencaps and saw that he was a mini Crocker and got disappointed…

But now we are to watch so let us see how that unfolds…

What’s with that redheaded backgrounder?? He looks like a Lebowitz!! *files that away for layer usage*

Still laughing that he’s named Kevin since that is a “name of evil” in our games and what not ever since my brother used it as a placeholder name for a badguy in a storyline; ever since then “Kevin” had been the badguys who are sorta pointless lol

But still…”study abroad” um…you still could’ve used that since Crocker obviously has family in Canada; studying in California would then be considered “abroad” if he was Canadian. And that way, he wouldn’t have to be his literal nephew, but his 2nd cousin, but they just call each other uncle/nephew because it’s easier. That might sound confusing, but at least it makes more sense then just randomly implying he has siblings when he never has. I’m gonna headcanon this from now on, and no one can convince me otherwise. (*current thoughts: again, i’ve figured it out since writing this; i’ve left the original thoughts though to prove my though process from point A to point B*) Plus you miss out on Canada jokes this way…

Awww Kevin, I’m starting to love you…that’s weird…

Everyone pick a partner-no one pick Kevin, classic. However…redhead boy had 2 partners, why didn’t Crocker notice and stop that? There’s no reason why Chloe and Tim needed to pair up with him aside from plot relevance…

Ah sweet Chloe, standing up for the misunderstood and outcast, trying to find the good in them and make others see it too. I love you sweetheart ^^ go make friends with Francis now please

Why isn’t Dolores fawning over Kevin? You’d think she wouldn’t let her *grandson* out of her sight, considering the coddling we’ve seen her give Denzel at times. Unless she’s busy with her *other child* I guess…but in that case why isn’t she belittling Denzel for not being like *his sibling* and having kids and not living in her basement? I’d love to see Denzel look like a looser compared to this *sibling* he suddenly has, and it suits the family dynamic as we know it. Or perhaps the *sibling* is more of a looser, but Dolores still sings their praises because they did move out and have a kid, unlike Denzel who has a steady job and whatnot because *sibling* is a total bum. I mean, I get that it would only slow down the storyline, but it just feels out of character, plus the sudden introduction of a *sibling* just is wrong too…I should stop analyzing the Crocker family and just go back to the actual plot

Kevin wants to be a dentist??? O.o are you related to Dr Bender??? That…would explain nothing honestly, idk why I went there

“Sorry I’m too busy being a loner” haha that’s a good one

Hey callback to Crocker wearing ladies clothes. Nice.

“It’s a blueprint so shouldn’t it be blue?” hahaha that was funny

Chloe how did you get to the top of the rock wall without a rope?? Did you boulder your way yup there?? And Tim! You should never rock climb without a belier(sp?) geeze, rock climbing 101 there dude

And toilet joke…but I will let it slide because I am actually enjoying Kevin

“Unleash your inner looser” omr yes best line

Ah the build up to the betrayal “aw you guys actually like me” “well yeah you’re not evil” *does the evil thing* “we hate you now because you are evil after all”

Unsuspecting Van is back whoot!

Ninja!Chloe and Tim with a light saber; nice, but what a missed opportunity…also Chloe has a ninja suit…she really is replacing Tootie isn’t she…

And Kevin saves the day by wishing none of this ever happened…just like Chester did in Fairy Idol hm…

But at the end of it, I’m actually very surprised how much I liked this despite all its flaws. It’s riddled with clichés and huge plot holes/continuity errors, but I genuinely liked Kevin (and whole heartedly look forward to writing him into Superverse…also would it be too weird if he was Kyler’s father? I think it’d be weird…). I think it’s a nice B-story to Cat and Mouse and together they make a pretty good episode.

Space Ca-Dad:

Off topic a moment here; rewatching the theme and it just dawned on me…maybe there’s a “fairy shortage” because no one’s enforcing the rules over fairies being revealed/discovered. I mean, if everyone Timmy knows knows about his fairies and yet he keeps them, then other kids must be doing that too you know. Just saying Jorgen, you caused this problem yourself man…and honestly, why not outsource the fairy jobs then to other magical creatures, since Fairy Idol proved any magical creature can be converted to a fairy godparent. It’d be a great way to bring Norm back if you stop and think about it, or a way to get the Pixies back in there too. I’m just saying, the “fairy shortage” story is pretty weak…still think Jorgen just did this to them because they’re good for each other…

Ok back to the episode itself

Yay Chloe is still a Squirrely Scout, good for continuity! And you love food puns? i love you more Chloe, you so are a Catman related heroine aren’t you ^^;

Did he say “Mrs Lipshitz” or “Mrs Libwitz”? it was really hard to tell, so idk if that’s a Rugrats shout out or someone I have to add to my Lebowitz family tree (cause slurred sound…and the witch/mental thing does suit the family…)

Dad you had the rank of “flying squirrel” why is this confusing??

Ok there are “Pickles” living on the street, I’m going with Lipshitz. So many Rurgrats shout outs.

Whinny kid, Kid with issues (aren’t you Kevin?), and Stuart…so we are going with the latest (and suckier) Squirrel Scout troop line up. Kay.

Chloe as a jr. astronaut though and knowing how to fly space ships ^^

Heehee “Space Jam” how many more thinly veiled references can we have XD;;

(maybe Squirrely Kevin is Kyler’s father…that’s doable…)

Ah yes, Dad throwing the fairies out just when the kid/s need them. Yup, never seen that plot device used before nope. And how can rocket fuel destroy magical wands? They’re fairy magic, why are they so easy to ruin??

How did you find a planetoid when you were heading towards the sun??? I don’t…right, why put logic into things, my bad

The Glorg. Florgatron-5. Hm…*files that way for layer usage* Bakersfield???

I loved all the aliens at the restaurant though.

Over all, this episode was…meh. I didn’t dislike it, but it was a very pointless Dad episode. Seriously, you could’ve had them go to the Planet of the Dads and do pretty much the same thing, but at least keep that storyline going (since I think it’s the longest running one now). I’m unimpressed, but I’m not disappointed. So lets see if the B-story can save the episode as a whole.

Summer Bummer:

“The looks of psychotic anticipation” lol, well we’re starting off with some good

Also it’s summer vacation yet again. Mk…this makes it at least the 4th summer vacation Tim’s had, what with School’s Out, Shelf Life, and Microphony being the others I can easily site off the top of my head. So again, these children should be like 14-16 now

It’s the return of Dad in short-shorts. Oh man, run and hide now.

Chloe getting a summer internship/scientific program is very her. Must always be learn…wait did she say the corner of a basement?? O.o that’s concerning child…

Oh hey that pink clad teacher is from s1 I think. Wasn’t she in Timvisible at the water cooler?? That is a very nice and wow throwback guys. Major points to you.

Chloe is 10 and a half???? So she actually IS a year younger than Timmy, since he was already 10 when he had his birthday (and we ignore the previous like 5 birthdays he’s had >>) and they share a birthday…but wait, your birthday is in March…summer vacation starts in June/July, that isn’t 6 months later…ok so on the one hand, your math is all wrong, but on the other my headcanon that Chloe is a year younger seems to be proven fact. I don’t know what to do with this information!!

Oh this is the sleep wishing episode I heard about! Wow took a while for the plot to show up…but you know, even though this has been used before, I feel like this is being used in a different context and for a different character, so I’m allowing the reuse of the plot idea. Let’s see how twisted up Chloe’s subconscious is…

“Gender neutral Jesse” is sorta weird…I like the fact that Chloe did play with baby dolls though…

Timmy you can’t unwish Chloe’s wish! We’ve been over this-we had a whole episode dedicated to it!! URG!! Did they just throw that out because it’s easier for them to just fix each other’s mistakes that way? I mean, if this was the only time, I could buy that since she didn’t *consciously* make this wish, it could be undone by Tim, but the other times they’ve pulled this she’s been in her full faculties. So uhg! You can’t even keep your own continuity you establish in the same season >> (but…you guys have been doing better than expected, so…it’s not *as* negative points as I’d usually give…or maybe it is but you’ve just racked up enough positive ones to be at the standard by now I guess)

Hey Dr Rip Studwell, long time no see XD and…you made a manscaping joke…wow, I…wow

And a poop joke…but you have a pirate ship…but still…

“Took one to the crow’s nest” is that a crotch shot joke? Wow this episode is just…wow

Omr the mini shoulder Chloes are adorable! I love valley girl!Chloe and german science!Chloe. Didn’t like the second poop joke in a minute, especially since Dad really *shouldn’t* have heard science!Chloe say that…

She wished the doll big again…I think Chloe’s repressed feelings are about not wanting to grow up

And look Da Rules FINALLY decide to kick…oh no, Chloe wished it to be unwishable...yeah, because that’s the only way to stop Tim from fixing it >> and yet at the same time, he did wish the monster to stay until he stopped lying about who set Chompy free, so…formula…

“There’s free ice cream all over the street! It’s like delicious roadkill!” ok that is the best line ever

Wait, you’re wishing yourself into Chloe’s mind?? Because that worked so well when you went into your own…and why does it remind me of Mabel’s dreamworld/mind? I expected less pink, more purple honestly. Preschool!Chloe is so adorable!! Totally called the plot though, not that it’s hard.

Cosmo confirmed as queer, because even when he thought Wanda was “Weird Dude” he still had a crush on him. Wow, I am floored they did that, good for you

And we end it by promoting cannibalism? Oh wait no; we scratch the 4th wall instead. Ahha. Yeah. You totally missed the opportunity to have “Kids just being Kids” playing somewhere-possibly remixed-because I feel the message suited Chloe’s mentality too right now.

Over all, I’m glad it was Chloe centric but…I feel like this could’be been done in half the time maybe? They ignore their own continuity, but they do tackle real stuff in a minimal magical way. I guess like the A-story, I’m unimpressed but not disappointed. I feel like both of these should not have been paired together because as a whole the entire episode is lacking; they both needed a stronger story to counter balance them. It’s a good watch once through, but I doubt it’s an episode you’ll want to rewatch.

Dimmsdale’s Got Tallent:

Ok…I feel like this plot has been used before…and not necessarily thinking Fairy Idol either, but I just can’t place which episode I’m thin king of…

TOOTIE!!!! THEY DIDN’T SHIP YOU OFF TO BOARDING SCHOOL OR WHATEVER!! OMR!!! Sadly you were just a backgrounder cameo, but still…now I just need to find Francis then my main favs will have all appeared to be not dead (*spoiler: Francis does not appear anywhere*)

More Bickles…huh…

Mom’s stage name is “Madame Sasha”…is that a hint that her first name is Sasha?? Most times when you make up “magic names” they’re either your real name in between “the” and “magnificent” or they’re some super exotic/fake/fantastical sounding thing like how Dad was “Dadracadabra”

And more about Chloe’s one-woman show. That’s so neat that this is something that they’re developing for her, instead of using as a toss away one shot gag.

Kevin!! Dressed as a dummy for a comedy act lol. It’s an old and over used plot idea, but I’ll run with it. I like it. Cause Crocker now has 24 hour access to a child, he of course has to think of other ways to use it. “I’m telling my mom you made me do this” because that is Denzel’s sister so it is a legitimate threat…though you’d think Dolores would object to this too…why have we not had any interaction of Kevin with his grandmother yet??? I’d love to see Denzel get jealous over the attention his mother is giving Kevin that he never received

Haha Dad stealing Chloe’s idea, and still breaking the gender norms, nice. Where did Bickles get the coconut bikini top and grass skirt though?

Oh baaaaaad lesson to be teaching kids there guys. If the authority figure won’t give you want you want, you shouldn’t do them favors to try to bribe them into giving it to. Especially in the entertainment industry. That’s how bad situations happen….

Um those remote control tap shoes shouldn’t work because they would be helping Tim to win a competition, which is against Da Rules…not that Da Rules seem to matter anymore…

Ok Mom, you claimed to be a “Pet Psycho” yet you’re using only wild/non-pet animals. I think that’s probably the easiest way to point out that you’re doing this wrong

“I love me some snake and mongoose” ok…lets go see if that’s a euphemism on google…hm, nope, just a drag racing movie. That’s nice…wasn’t Bickles a race car driver at some point??

Doug Dimmadome returns! And “curious life partner”??? the Mayor and Chompy are a thing??? O.o???

Good boy Kevin, stand up to Crocker ^^

“That was a Dimma-dud” so simple and stupid, but probably the most fulfilling line thus far ^^;

love Chloe’s gold gown

ok I lied, “Dimma-dope” is now the most fulfilling line in this

heehee Dudley Puppy and Crimson Chin balloons in the parade. So headcanoning that TUFF Puppy was a show on tv in FOPverse

so this episode was….well just really pointless filler too. We got like minimal focus on any of our main characters. Have they forgotten how to write Timmy and Chloe?

Together these two (this was paired with Knitt-witts) were not a good match. Both were pointless filler with not a strong plot in either of them. Too many guest cameos, no character development. It was just barely enjoyable enough to not hate it, but just barely honestly. Weak episode all around.

Goldie Crocks and the three Fair Bears:

Ok I’ve been looking forward to the return of the Fair Bears since the episode titles were released.

Interesting to see the Squirrely Scout troop back again, still the same B-team line up including Chloe. Thought you already had that patch…but then again that could’ve been with the A-team troop lineup, so…the records were all destroyed when it was disbanded maybe?

Thanks Tim, we all were asking that. But how does using Mom’s shampoo make your hair blonde? Luscious and even longer I could buy without complaint, but blonde??

More over achieving Chloe lol (poor girl is gonna crash when she burns out). But wow, she fought King Neptuna…so why didn’t he remember her? Is Supergal now enemy to the merfolk??? Though that plays into the Merfolk vs Glamazons wouldn’t it…

And now we turn into the clichéd camping storyline where Character A decides to go use non-wilderness to camp in luxury. But Tim, you used to like camping??? Also, still not seeing how the episode title plays into this plot yet…

Cosmo has been right/made sense on more than one occasion though, why is it that surprising?

Ok now we get the title…Crocker’s mother has a cabin in the woods? Buyable, sure. Crocker somehow brought the Fair Bears back into reality??? Uh…what now? Wait, they weren’t sent back to TVLand?? And Crocker knows all about their origin?? HOW does that not break Da Rules huh? Is it because he doesn’t know who wished them up, so it’s not against Da Rules?? Why wouldn’t they tell him that; wouldn’t that be a fair thing to do?? He’s in a blonde wig because they’re going to be Goldielocks at a theme park, yeah sure, ok I can buy that. But HOW did he get the bears in the first place???

And Dad is blonde to be Goldielocks…wow…

Chloe breaking the 4th wall a little there

Gah even more middle names! Chloe how many do you even have????

NO! YOU CAN’T UNDO THE OTHER’S WISHES! URGH!!! You established this rule right off the bat, yet you keep breaking it and they let you keep breaking it. Timmy wished for the camping stuff-Chloe should not be able to wish it away. Yes the plot is stalled, but really, what is the plot at this point??? If you’re only going to enforce the rules when it suits you, well, anarchy for all then please

And you wished away the magic…yeah, that’s going to go super well

“Mr Crocker’s unsightly twin sister” ok on the one hand, that works because of Kevin granted (even though she’s not a twin persay, but he has suddenly got a sister), but on the other…this is all saying that guys can’t have long hair and I don’t like that. I love guys with long hair. Between that comment on Crocker, and the comments earlier about Dad, why is long hair automatically girl now?

Dolores dated Shaggy??? O.o i…I am very unnerved by that…wasn’t she already a full blown adult with a 10 year old child when Shaggy was a teenager roaming in the van with the Mystery Inc crew?? O.o

Omr yes. Referencing the “original German version” as a darker one. Talking about basting and eating people. This turned dark super fast and I love that. why TrollLOL’s face is on the oven idk, but I’m rolling with it because I love this part.

“I’ve already got 2 strikes from the school board” uh…yeah that’s the wrong side of dark I think…but it’s Crocker, it was probably the fork in Waxelplax’s fanny, and the flour incident or something fairly similar.

Yes Tim, yell at Chloe that this is all her fault. We know it is, but pointing it out won’t help. But it totally is; you wished for no magic and you got into trouble-not surprising.

HOW is it nearly midnight??? It was like, what, noon at the latest when this started?? You have not been out in the woods-in the daylight-for 12 hours-of daylight. Chloe hunny, you’re the smart one, why are you failing telling time??? I know its dark outside the house now, but it wasn’t in the scene before. Cosmo I think your clock is right. And how is “poof us out of here” bring you to a spot where it is, once again daylight; that seemed to suggest instant teleporting so you’re at the same time. Unless this next scene is a cut away to hours later BUT STILL! It should not be midnight.

Oh Dad, yes, I’m sure no one cares about your troop anymore.

“let’s send the Fair Bears back” uh you should have done that the first time and this whole mess would have been avoided. It’s like leaving the door to the comic book world open all over again.

And yes, cause unnecessary harm to Crocker, why not. Not to mention all the innocent patrons at the theme park…

Also why has no one mentioned Dimmsdale had a theme park before now?

All in all, not a good episode. I was looking forward to the return of the Fair Bears, and it felt like they weren’t even in half of the episode. The rest was another boring camping storyline, which these two seem to do a lot of huh?

Paired with Fancy Schmancy, as the production order says, I think the whole 30 min episode is completely weak and not great. This one was bad, the other was filler, so together they are just not meshing well at all.

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