#Far Cry 4 compressed

[f4llen4st4r]

Pretty When You Cry, Miguel O’Hara

Pairing: Hard Dom!Miguel x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,952

Warnings/Content: dacryphilia, semi-toxic (?), argument, mentions of breaking up, established relationship, smut, squirting, oral (fem receiving)

Synopsis: Constant disappointment leading to an argument where Y/n wants to end things for good. This rough trial only brings one outcome and a new discovery of Miguel’s.

Yup, he did it again. What did you expect at this point? You were left all alone once more, humiliated with nothing but an empty glass of wine and no Miguel on the other side.

You’ve had the waiter come up to about 4 times now asking if you wanted to order but you just responded with, “No thank you, my boyfriend will be here soon. I better wait for him.” The longer you waited staring aimlessly at the clock, the slower time seemed to pass. Minutes turned into hours without your boyfriend, you felt embarrassed to say the least. Every time the door swung open you looked up in hopes that he would be standing there, chest heaving up and down showing his rushed efforts with flowers and a sorry expression. This wasn’t anything surprising anymore, he’d done this countless times before but you were hoping that just this one night it’d be different than the rest of the lonely nights.

After 3 hours with Miguel being a no show you decided you’d had enough. You stood up trying to ignore the stinging at your eyes from the constant disappointment from your boyfriend everytime. You’ve probably had more fights than dates, you just didn’t know what to do or think. You just weren’t going to stand for this any longer. You knew what you deserved and this was far from it. You were going to end things tonight, with Miguel. You grabbed your bag and threw a twenty dollar bill on the table for the waiter and stormed out.

As you got into your car you saw Miguel walking down the street to the restaurant. You felt so lucky knowing that if you had seen him face to face you would’ve broken down in front of him. He looked terrible– like he simply just didn’t care. He was wearing sweatpants and a black compression shirt, looking as if he had gone to the gym over going to the date. You watched as he waltzed into the restaurant as if he had no care in the world. You didn’t care. You were going to let him walk in expecting him to see you just waiting for him with a smile, and forgive him for being hours late.

But not this time. 

You got in your car and didn’t even bother to spare him a second glance as you drove in the direction of your apartment. Once you had safely arrived, you couldn’t help but let the tears just flow down your face, ruining your makeup. All the time you had spent getting ready to look your absolute best for him, knowing he never comes through. You don’t realize how long it has been until you hear someone’s rushed footsteps echoing throughout the dark street. You see his figure. You rush into the house and slam the door behind you not wanting him to see you like this– like a mess. Your heart feels like it’s about to leap 

out your chest when heavy knocks on the door echo into your apartment. 

“Y/n, open the door.” It was Miguel and he didn’t sound too happy, “Y/n open the fucking door I know you’re in there I heard you go inside.” 

“Go away, Miguel.” You responded, albeit not in the confident way you want to. It sounded more shaky if anything. 

His tone was now exasperated, “I'm not going away until you open the damn door.”  

“It’s over Miguel, just leave me alone.” You pleaded not wanting to carry on anymore.

“What? You can’t be serious right now. All because of being late to one date?!” A mixture of genuine confusion and frustration was present in his voice.

You wanted to punch his face but you decided to stay silent.

“Y/n? Open the fucking door, I’m not playing with you.” He says as the knocking started again, all you felt were the vibrations of the door under your fingertips. After a few more minutes of silence he tried again, “Is this really how you want to end things with me? Through a door and not face to face? At least give me that decency of ending things properly.” 

You supposed he was right. It would be wrong to end things just like this, especially after everything you two have gone through together for all these years.

Twisting the knob of your door, you now faced your boyfriend. You could tell he was beyond furious as a vein popping from his forehead gave it away. His gaze softened momentarily upon seeing your damp cheeks and ruined makeup. You couldn’t decipher it but the look in his eyes was something unreadable. Good or bad? You just really couldn’t tell, you’ve never seen this side from him. Miguel brings his thumb to wipe your damp cheeks and he repeatedly strokes your cheek. You felt the warm sensation flow in your cunt.

“Why’re you so upset?” 

“I wait for you, that’s all I do, Miguel. But you don’t come through, you never do like you don’t need me anymore.” You say as tears start to well-up in your eyes once more.

“What, Y/n? You know I need you, don’t say that.”

“Don’t say you need me when you always choose other things over me. Do you hate me that much!? You just brush me aside and put everything else ahead?”

Miguel tries to embrace you in hopes of calming you down but you push him away.

“All those times I tried to spend with you doesn’t mean shit to you.” Your tears start spilling freely now down your face. Miguel takes a step towards you which causes you to step back. You keep backing up as he comes forward until your back meets the wall. Miguel reaches his hand out, cupping your face while using his thumb to wipe away stray tears. All you feel is the sensation of the warmth of him basically spreading your tears around on your face. 

And he just stands there, staring at you with that same stare from earlier. The one you couldn’t read. Your eyes were so trained on him you didn’t realize his thumb slipping in between your soft lips and eventually into the warmth of your mouth. You ignored the salty taste from the tears he wiped earlier, as you began to suck on his thumb. His breath hitched when your tongue slid up and down the flesh of his thumb, looking up at him through long lashes and wide eyes. 

“You don’t know how pretty you are when you cry, Y/n.” He says with stars filled with lust in his dark orbs. 

“Then show me.” 

It happened so quickly you didn’t register the fact that Miguel took you by your shoulders and spun you around, shoving your front against the wall your back was previously against. You let out a silent gasp at how rough he was being. 

“You have no idea what you do to me.” he sighed, feeling his hot breath fan against your ear. You squirmed in his grip, hips moving and accidentally coming into contact with his obvious boner that you assumed would be painfully bulging through the thin, gray fabric of his pants.

“You like getting me mad, huh? So I can fuck some more tears out of you.” He says condescendingly. Getting off on the power he had over you, how you were so helpless in his grasp with nowhere to go. 

You can’t even respond, already drunk off of him. You unconsciously began to move your hips against his straining erection, craving any sort of friction. 

“Respond to me, already too fucked out to respond? I didn’t even touch you.” He says and you could practically hear the smirk on his face. There was nothing more you wanted to do than wipe it off of his face but you were aching to feel him– you wanted some sort of relief. 

He knelt down, bunching up the fabric of your red dress so he could push it up so he could see your black lace panties above him. He rubs you against the lacey material and it feels ecstatic finally getting proper relief.

“You’re already wet, hm? You’re always wet for me, even when you’re upset with me?” 

You whine in agreement, wanting to feel his fingers, his tongue, his cock—just anything, you just needed more. His fingers hooked around your waistband, yanking it down causing the small fabric to pool around your feet. 

Miguel placed his hands on both sides of your waist, running his hands down your body.

“You know you’re absolutely gorgeous. I’d do anything to show you just how much I appreciate you.” You feel his breath get closer and closer to your dripping cunt. You held your breath as he licked a stripe up your cunt. 

You let out a particularly loud moan and your hand clasps over your mouth in attempts to not bother the neighbors. Miguel started with tantalizing slow licks on your pussy making you squirm in his grasp. He stills you by tightening his grip on your thighs.  

“M-miguel faster please.” you stuttered, not able to form a single coherent thought besides the fact you needed him to go faster. Your hand came down to find its way into his hair, as you tugged on it harshly. 

That was enough for Miguel to take a hint, he started to lick faster, flattening his tongue to make sure he got every drop your pussy had to offer. His tongue flicked against your clit making you moan louder, though the only thing keeping them in was your hand that was still over your mouth. 

“So desperate for me, don’t try to hide it Y/n. Let me hear you.” You take your hand off of your mouth and lewd noises begin spilling out, filling the room. You felt your high coming closer to its tipping point. It felt like a thousand fireworks about to be set ablaze.

He knew you so well and could feel you were close. He slowly slid in his middle finger, then ring  as he focused on your clit. He pumped his fingers out slowly causing your stomach to tighten. 

“I knew you weren’t going to leave me. You knew it too. You know why? Because you need me, no one can make you feel the way I do.” He asked patronizingly, keeping the pace with his fingers.

He felt the way you clenched around his fingers at that, you guessed in the back of your mind you knew you could never leave Miguel even if you wanted to. You didn’t have the strength and you loved him too much. But hearing it come from him made you even wetter. 

“Please Miguel, I’m so close–” You say whining, as tears begin to stream down your face once more. You grab his hair pushing him further into your heat as the pace of his tongue begins to pick up. He begins to focus on your clit, flicking it so lightly but laps up all your juices with hunger. As you began to come, your knees began to buckle and all you could see was white and ears ringing. When you began to come back to senses, you felt Miguel’s fingers gripping your thighs and heard him groaning. When you looked down at the boy, you saw a dark gray patch contrasting his thin light gray sweatpants.

“I need you? I think you need me.” You say chuckling.

“God, I love you Y/n.” he stood up, wiping your juices from his face with the back of his hand so he could pull you in for a kiss.

[arecaceae175]

For Want Of Rest: Ch. 4

FAN JOY JULY!

Fic Summary: Five times Sky falls asleep somewhere that isn’t a bed plus one time they all do. Or, Sky struggles to manage his disabilities, then the chain has a conversation about accessibility and accommodations.

Fan Joy July! Each chapter is inspired a few amazing art pieces of Sleepy Sky <3. There are plenty more chapters and art inspirations to come :D

Chapter Summary: Sky struggles to stay awake as the chain travels. 1.3k, angst and hurt/comfort. Also Legend decided to use she/her pronouns in this one, apparently. Good for her

Art pieces:

Sky snoozing by @narsh-poptarts Sky and Wars napping by @sraksha

My favorite thing about narsh-poptarts's art is how much the pose mimics the one in the game. Even later in life, blorbo is still the same eepy blorbo. I also think the pose is cool and it looks hard to draw!

Sraksha's art is always amazing. It's such a distinct, soft style that is perfect for two blorbos napping. I love how Warriors is smiling in the second panel. He is very proud of himself for helping his brother be comfy <3

Chapter warnings: could be read as dissociation, but is intended to be blorbo being soooo fucking tired. Also Sky continues to be an unreliable narrator with low self esteem and internalized ableism (directed towards himself, not others)

“You good, Sky?”

Sky held back a sigh and forced a small smile instead. Ever since they found him passed out beneath the tree, one of the other heroes was never far from Sky. He was glad he was used to living in close quarters on Skyloft and used to Groose’s anxious clinginess; some of the others surely would’ve snapped by now. Every time he felt frustration bubbling at his family’s overbearing concern, he had to remind himself that he was thankful they cared so much.

Legend was watching him with thinly veiled concern. Against his will, Sky’s eyes darted to the braces on Legend’s knees and the compression gloves on her hands. Sky felt the burn of shame. He could ignore the ache in his joints and the fatigue dragging him down. He didn’t want to be the one to slow down the group. 

“I can keep going,” Sky said. 

“Not what I asked.”

Sky felt the tips of his ears go pink. “I’m okay. Are you? Do you need a break?”

“If I need a break, I’ll ask for one,” Legend said pointedly, narrowing her eyes at Sky. 

Sky shrugged and turned away. A break would be nice, but he didn’t need one. The pain wasn’t unbearable yet, and he was still moving. As long as he wasn’t assigned to a watch shift tonight, and they made it to a place to stop early in the day tomorrow, it would be fine. He could handle it.

Legend’s stare weighed on Sky’s shoulder for another moment, before Sky heard her huff and stomp away. Disappointment twinged in Sky’s chest, but he couldn’t quite figure out why. His gaze went back to his feet and he tried to let himself zone out, just barely watching for hazards he could trip on. It was easier than focusing on the pain in his hips or knees or back or feet or head or the one weird, sharp twinge in his ankle— that was new, what was that about?

It must have worked, because next thing he knew, Four’s stopped feet appeared in his view. Sky barely scrambled to a stop before he ran into Four, and he still had to put a hand on Four’s shoulder to steady himself. He muttered an apology as he took a step back. Four smiled and waved it away. 

Sky glanced around. They were still in the woods— which did not make Sky want to cry, not at all. The path ahead was split into three forks. Wild, Time, and Twilight were crowded around a broken signpost trying to make sense of the directions. 

Pain slammed into him with full force. His legs were shaking minutely. Sky felt himself sway, and he desperately looked around for the nearest tree to discreetly lean against. Things always felt worse just standing. If they were going to be here for more than a few more seconds, Sky really needed to find a spot to rest. 

“Hey,” Legend said quietly. 

Sky looked at her in surprise. She inclined her head towards Sky’s left and raised her eyebrows. Sky followed her gaze and saw a tree stump partially hidden from Sky’s view. Sky felt himself sag with relief and immediately went for the stump. He collapsed on top of it with less grace than he would like to admit. Against his will, his eyes slid shut immediately. He crossed his arms and clenched his fists into the fabric of his sleeves as he breathed through the wave of pain in his hips and back with the new pressure. 

The voices of the others faded into background noise as Sky began slipping into a light doze. Sky could still hear the words, but he didn’t put much effort into processing them. Someone would get him when they needed to move again. 

A voice rose louder than the others. “Um, guys?” 

Sky startled, ever so slightly. Sky knew he should probably open his eyes to see what the problem was, but he couldn’t muster the energy. There was a span of silence.

“Is this a safe place to make camp?” 

“Fresh monster tracks.”

Another pause. The voices faded into a buzz. 

“Sky.”

Sky jolted, then winced as his back twinged. He rubbed his dry eyes. “Hm?”

Hyrule smiled apologetically and held out a hand. “We’re moving on.” 

“Oh. Okay.” Sky stifled a yawn as he took Hyrule’s offered hand and let the traveler pull him to his feet. “Thanks.”

Hyrule’s smile widened. “‘Course.”

As they started to walk again, Sky tried to focus on anything besides his body. He looked around the path and noticed a hero was missing.

“Where’s Twilight?” Sky asked. 

“Scouting ahead,” Hyrule said. His ears twitched, and wasn’t looking at Sky. If Sky had any energy, he would’ve pressed. His thoughts were too heavy for that, so Sky just hummed a reply. 

An amount of time passed. Sky didn’t know how much. Staying upright and putting one foot in front of the other was taking all his concentration. An amount of time passed, and then Twilight was jogging down the path towards them. 

“There’s a cave close. A few monsters outside, but it don’t look too deep. We can clear it,” Twilight said. 

Sky frowned. His accent was thicker than usual. That usually meant he was tired, hurt, or stressed. 

“It’s a tight fit, though,” Twilight continued. 

“We’ll split up,” Time said. “Legend?”

Legend shook his head. “I’d rather keep moving.”

“I can stay,” Warriors said.

“Um.” Sky cleared his throat. His ears pinned themselves to his head as Sky grabbed his sailcloth to fiddle with it. “I don’t think I would be the most helpful right now.”

Warriors, with clear movements in Sky’s line of sight, patted Sky’s shoulder. “We’ll stay back.”

“I’ll stay, too. I’ve got a bit of a headache,” Four said, tapping his temple lightly with one finger. 

“Come on, then. It’s close,” Twilight said. 

“Stay safe,” Warriors called as the group left. 

Sky’s eyes burned, both with forming tears and the dryness of exhaustion. He hated feeling like he let the others down. He hated being too slow. 

Sky stepped far enough to be off the path and collapsed in a heap against a rock. He curled his sailcloth around himself and let his eyes slide shut, then let his head fall against the rock. His entire body throbbed. 

“Do you need anything for the headache?” Warriors asked. 

“No, it’s not bad. More pressure than pain, really. I’ll stand watch if you want to…” Four trailed off.

Sky’s neck protested the angle with sharp pains. He huffed a watery breath of frustration and dragged an arm up to rest between his head and the rock. 

Leaves crunched as footsteps approached. 

“Sky?” Warriors asked softly. His voice was closer than Sky expected. He dragged his eyes open and saw Warriors kneeling beside him. 

“Hm?”

“Do you want to lean on me? It’ll be more comfortable than the rock.”

Sky briefly considered protesting, but exhaustion and pain won over. He nodded wordlessly and pushed himself off the rock just a bit. Warriors smiled and settled against the rock just behind Sky with his head pillowed on his hands.

“Touch is okay?” Sky had to check.

Warriors smiled and nodded. “I wouldn’t have offered otherwise. Here.”

Warriors gently guided Sky to lean back against his side. With the way he had his arms up, Sky’s head fit securely on his shoulder. Sky scooted until his back was fully supported and extended his sharply aching knee. He wanted to thank Warriors, but he couldn’t find the energy to open his mouth. 

Sky’s eyes slid shut as the aching in his body settled. He’d be sure to thank Warriors tomorrow.

Endnotes: By the way, in case any of the implied stuff wasn’t clear: when Legend left Sky, she went up to Time and Wild and said “Birdbrain needs a break. Don’t make it obvious.” And then when Sky’s on the stump, they’re trying to figure out if they can stop and rest because Sky is clearly having a horrible time. Wolfie is sent to scout for the nearest place to rest, even though they won’t make it to wherever they were going. And they split up on purpose so Sky doesn’t have to fight. There is plenty of room at the cave. Sky doesn’t know any of that though. Blorbos :)

[serickswrites]

It Takes Two VII

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 8

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, asphyxiation, strangulation, temporary character death, cpr, hospital, rescue

Teammate One burst through the door a few steps ahead of Teammate Two. Team Leader had taken off like a bat out of hell the moment they had figured out where Whumper's compound was. Hadn't waited for back up at all.

Teammate Two had made a promise to themself that they would give Team Leader a stern talking to once Smallest Teammate had been recovered. Team Leader had no idea what they were walking into. Had no idea if it was a trap and if Smallest Teammate was even there. Team Leader wouldn't be able to help anyone if Whumper hurt them.

Teammate One froze at what lay before them. Whumper lay very still on their side not far from a chair beneath a frayed rope. They had clearly been punched and kicked, their swollen and bruised face still lax in their unconsciousness.

But that wasn't what had Teammate One freezing. Wasn't what had Teammate Two crying out. Whumper didn't matter at all.

Smallest Teammate lay impossibly still beneath Team Leader. Their face was still, eyes closed, and mouth open. Their hands, wrists raw with remnants of rope still around them, were by their side. And Team Leader pumped their chest continuously.

They were too late.

Teammate One swallowed. "Team Leader," they began.

"Bring the car around," Team Leader ordered, their movement never faltering. "We need to get them to a hospital."

"But Team Leader," Teammate Two tried.

Team Leader gave two quick rescue breaths and continued their CPR. "Don't. Get the car. We need to get them to help," they panted.

Teammate Two could see the sweat pouring off Team Leader. How long had Team Leader been performing CPR? "Get the fucking car, now." Team Leader's voice was harsh, but they didn't look up. Didn't tear their gaze from Smallest Teammates pale face.

"Let me take over for you while Teammate Two gets the car," Teammate One said as they stepped forward. They nodded at Teammate Two. Teammate Two spun on their heel and left.

"I don't need you to take over. I just need you to do what I ordered." Team Leader gave two more rescue breaths.

Teammate One watched Smallest Teammate's chest rise with the breaths. But after a few more compressions, their chest deflated and didn't rise again. "How long have you been doing this?"

"I don't know. Does it matter? Get the fucking car."

Teammate One didn't let Team Leader's words hurt them. Because beneath the anger, Teammate One could hear the terror in Team Leader's voice. Teammate One knew that Team Leader couldn't let themself fail Smallest Teammate. Not when all of this had been to hurt them.

"You can still do the breaths. Let me at least just do the compressions. Give yourself a little break, Team Leader." Teammate One knelt down next to Team Leader, putting a hand on their shoulder.

With a grunt, Team Leader relented. They leaned back, scooting over so that Teammate One could take over and have space. Teammate One began their compressions, trying to ignore the tears streaming down Team Leader's face. Trying to ignore their breathless pleas to Smallest Teammate.

"Come on," Teammate One repeated as they pumped. Where was Teammate Two? Smallest Teammate needed a hospital. Even if they could get Smallest Teammate breathing again, they would still need a hospital. Smallest Teammate's throat was painfully red and swollen. What had happened?

Smallest Teammate gave a stuttering cough, their whole body spasming. Team Leader gave a sigh of relief, and then without hesitating, scooped Smallest Teammate into their arms. "Lead the way," they ordered as they moved.

Teammate One ran without looking back. Didn't look back because they trusted Team Leader would keep up. Didn't look back because seeing Smallest Teammate's limbs flop with Team Leader's movement was terrifying. And they didn't look back because if they kept their eyes forward, then Smallest Teammate was still alive. If they kept their eyes forward, they wouldn't see if Smallest Teammate's chest had still again.

The drive to the hospital was a harrowing one. Teammate One sat in the front with Teammate Two, leaving Team Leader the entire back seat to lay Smallest Teammate across. The two teammates could hear Team Leader's gentle murmuring to Smallest Teammate. Murmuring words of comfort, words of apology, and most of all the vulnerable words of love. Their quiet pleading that Smallest Teammate would stay with them.

As Teammate Two pulled onto the same street of the hospital, Team Leader's voice became panicked once more. "Smallest Teammate? No. No. Please, come on, not like this."

Teammate One turned in their seat to see Team Leader tapping Smallest Teammate's cheek. Smallest Teammate's head flopped limply with the movement.

"Drive faster," Teammate One urged.

"I am going twenty over the speed limit," Teammate Two replied.

"Well, make it thirty over," Teammate One said as they watched Team Leader begin compressions once more. "Or it will all have been for nothing."

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[mintymarabell]

A sliver of luck

A/n: This is honestly something I just thought of in the moment.

Summary: Curiosity kills the cat in this case it might have killed you after standing on a frozen lake to get the perfect view, what happens when an unwelcome visitor comes along.

Word count: 687

He didn’t know he could cry. But you proved him wrong that very day. It all happened so fast, one minute you were standing on the frozen lake telling him how beautiful it was. The next a xenomorph was crashing through the ice and pulling you under. He had ran, ran as fast as he could, onto the ice, it cracked under his heavyweight but he didn’t care. He dove into the lake, he turned his mask onto thermal, your body far under. He made light work of the xeno, he pulled your limp body to the surface, laying you onto the ice. He placed an oxygen mask onto your mouth as he began chest compressions. 1…..2…..3….4….5…..6 he did this until he got to 30, he checked your pulse. Nothing.

You two were light years from civilization, from a doctor, from anyone. Even if there were other yautja, there was a bigger chance they’re outcasts, bad bloods even. After counting to 30 again he checked your pulse, nothing.. he yanked his mask off throwing it somewhere along the iced lake, he roared into the cold air, and then silence. What was he gonna do? You're his mate. And yet he couldn’t even protect you.. he leaned over your form, taking in your paled face. He always was the one that ran hotter in the relationship, but you were never this cold. Not even when you’d put your cold feet against the back of his legs while you both laid in bed, he never minded it, he loved it even, it let him know you were alive, let him know his mate was just right behind him.

As he looked at your face two droplets of water fell onto your cheek. Water? He reached up to his eye, was he crying? Hunters were not allowed to cry, they were not allowed to be kept in the grasps of emotion, one can not hunt when they are overwhelmed with emotion? And yet here he was crying over his little ooman mate. Why did you have to walk on the ice.. why did you have to be too curious.. why didn’t he come with you… if he had come with you then he would have been able to save you before you went under… oh what he would give to see your smiling face.. he tore at his tendrils and the many quills on his face, this was his fault. Your death was his fault. If only… if only he had been with you, instead of sitting on the shore to watch.. he’s so dumb.. he’s unworthy of a mate.. he is undeserving of you.

A choking sound was heard. He quickly swung his head in your direction, was that you? He looked at you, you quickly rose, yanking the mask off to cough up water. After your coughing fit was over you were quickly enveloped into a hug. “Igor?” You spoke as you hugged him back. He clutched onto your wet clothes, “let’s go back to the ship and get you into warm clothes.” You nodded to which he picked you up bridal style, he walked over and picked up his discarded mask before running back to the ship.

After you both got back to the ship he practically stripped you of all your clothes, wrapping a fluffy pelt around your body as he went to prepare a bath. He laid out some dry clothes for after the bath. He picked you up, pulling the pelt off he eased you into the bath. The temperature was just right, though for him it was quite cold but he didn’t mind as he eased in behind you, he took a hold of your soap and started lathering your body.

Once he was done he drained the bath as he toweled you off and put on your clothes. He laid you in the bed, layering multiple blankets and furs on top of you, he then crawled in beside you, pulling you to his chest. “Please do not scare me like that again, little bug.” You pat his side, “I won’t, I promise.”

That night, he held you just a little tighter.

[zahri-melitor]

Mmm, for the writer asks -- Greg Rucka?

Rucka! Ahaha so people have now hit 3 of my top four writers on LOCG. 159 issues so far.

Yes there are some noticeable missing titles from this list that I keep intending to get around to and have not yet sat down to read (52. Checkmate. Death and the Maidens. Crime Bible. Lois Lane. The Old Guard. On the upside, it means that I have a bunch of new-to-me Rucka work I have not yet read!)

And oh damn, this is hard. Let's see.

8. Gotham Central 2006: Night Shift. Look, I really like Gotham Central. I just think Rucka's done work that hit me harder elsewhere. As a way of continuing the Brubaker/Rucka Batman/Tec run it was a really clever idea.

7. Wonder Woman 2016 #1-25: I think I have to put this here. I love this run. It's got Bilquis Evely art. But it's doing a lot of repairs, while Rucka's got clear runs where he isn't fixing things elsewhere.

6. No Man’s Land: I’m not listing all of Rucka’s issues in here, but he wrote all of the Montoya plot (of course), the trial of James Gordon, Claim Jumping, LOTDK #125 where Bruce and Jim finally talk… he doesn’t have ALL my favourite parts of No Man’s Land but gosh did he write a big swathe of them. I think I pop this in here simply as a lot of the work is disconnected.

5. Wonder Woman: The Hiketeia: as a pitch to be allowed to write Wonder Woman, this is stunning. Only ranked so low as it's short.

4. Detective Comics #739-#775: Not only for the focus on the regrowth of Gotham, not only for the slow steady breakdown Bruce has in the lead into Murderer/Fugitive, but for the approach to colouring on this title. It's such a distinctive run any Bat fan can pick out immediately because of the art and colour.

3. Detective Comics #854-865: Batwoman Elegy is very much a time constrained piece that is going to continue dating itself, but it is largely doing so in a manner where it's transforming into a period piece more than winceworthy. It also set the standard that Batwoman runs deserve J.H. Williams III level art and layouts; very few other characters get their solos checked for 'is the art sufficiently dramatic?'

2. Wonder Woman 1987 #195-226: as a pitch for what Diana can achieve as a diplomat, this is both delightful and fun. Widely praised for good reason. Veronica Cale was just a really smart addition to Diana's rogue's gallery.

1. Batman/Huntress: Cry for Blood 2000: What doesn't this comic do? It's like Rucka managed to compress all of his favourite tropes and impulses into a concentrated mini and gave it to all of us. Its references are really smart.

[kramerblogrealgood]

Comic books that you should read!!! Yes you!!! Right now!!!

These are comics I really enjoy! I'm trying to stick to slightly more obscure comics, preferably stuff that's a little newer, but that's by no means a rule! This is my list baby, I make the rules!

#1: Local Man (Image Comics, 2023)

Local Man follows Jack Xaver, who was once the superhero Crossjack before being unceremoniously kicked out of his team and legally barred from any vigilante activity. Moving back in with his parents in his destitute former hometown, Jack starts to unravel a conspiracy that has ties to both his old team and his old town.

It rules! It's funny and heartfelt and thrilling and if it were a TV show you'd never stop hearing about it. It's also one of the few modern original Image series that actually takes place in the "Image Universe", so it's packed with references to characters like Shadowhawk. You don't need to know all these guys to enjoy the comic by any means, but it's fun for long-time fans.

Most of all, I'm a fan of the basic conceit of this comic: it looks at The Dark Age of Comic Books with the same reverent-yet-critical eye that so many other comics used on the golden and silver ages. I think that rules! A lot of this stuff deserves reappraisal!

#2: The Wrong Earth (Ahoy Comics, 2018)

The concept for this is pretty simple: what if Adam West's Batman got sent to the world of the Nolan trilogy, and Christian Bale's Batman got sent to the world of the 1966 TV show?

They hit all the dramatic and comedic beats you could imagine coming from this premise, and a few you probably couldn't think of. It's not just a one-dimensional parody, though: really sharp writing and an engaging mystery elevate what could easily be, like, a Dorkly video into something special. Which is to say: if you think this premise sounds good you'll love this comic, and if you think it sounds stupid you'll probably still like this comic.

There are some cool character designs here, but my favorite is the villain in both universes:

His name is Number One, and he's a crime boss with an egomania/numbers gimmick. (Sorry for the compressed jpegs)

I imagine "design an original 1960s villain, and then design his edgy 2000s reboot version" would be a difficult prompt for an artist, but Jamal Igle knocks that shit outta the park. Number One really feels like he could fit into Batman's rogues gallery, but he's not a riff on anyone in particular- he's kind of like all of them. The "1"-shaped scar is an especially great touch.

#3: Ice Cream Man (Image Comics, 2018)

(This image isn't from any cover as far as I can tell, it was posted on instagram by writer W. Maxwell Prince.)

Hey, another from Image Comics! And it's my favorite genre, too: horror anthology. If the pic I chose didn't tip you off, this one gets SPOOKAY! The basic premise is that every issue is a one-shot that features a character going through some kind of horrible misfortune. Tying all these tales of woe together is the enigmatic Ice Cream Man, who seems to be somehow torturing all these humans for his own amusement. We eventually learn that he's an evil god-type thing named Riccardus, and he has a good counterpart who's trying to stop him- all the lore stuff is a little vague, but that doesn't mean it's not interesting! The art style used by artist Martin Morazzo is almost uncanny-valley, it reminds me of The Shivering Truth.

Some of the "horror" in this comic is really personal and upsetting, by the way- the one about dementia made me cry. Actually, a lot of these made me cry. Full on snotty gasp-sobbing. 10/10. Riccardus has real sexyman potential if the freaks on this site would ever read something besides fuckin Wayne Family Adventures.

#4: Wayne Family Adventures (DC/Webtoon, 2021)

What? It's cute, fuck you. "eeuuuhhh it's out of character" you sound like a dweeb man

#5: Eight Billion Genies (Image Comics, 2021)

Just like The Wrong Earth, this has a killer elevator pitch: what if every single person on Earth got exactly one wish, all at the same time? Also like The Wrong Earth, it takes it's premise in every angle you can think of- there's wish trading, wish stealing, cities that are kept safe from the chaos of the outside world but you have to give the city government your wish to get in, you name it. No wonder Amazon bought the rights. Keep an eye out for that movie/series, I guess.

Ok, I need some non-image comics.

#6: Giant Days (Boom! Studios, 2015)

Anime fans, this one's for you: you know all those series you love about groups of cute girls just going through their daily lives? Well imagine if those cute girls were over eightee- hey wait where are you going come back

Giant Days is a slice-of-life story about three young women facing the challenges of college life. Apparently it's a spin-off of a webcomic with like 15 years of strips, but I don't care about all that and neither should you! It's a little like gilmore girls in terms of tone. The dialogue is snappy, all the characters play off each other in ways that's fun to see, and there's this 7 foot tall Australian rower chick who's completely obsessed with her reedy loser boyfriend. It's just comforting. It's like a big plate of mashed potatoes, this comic.

Hey, speaking of slice-of-life:

#7: Megg, Mogg and Owl (Indie/Fantagraphics, 2013ish)

This has the honor of being the only comic on this list that's been adapted to another type of media, in the form of a segment on Justin Roiland's weird kinda-shitty Hulu halloween special. Not much of an honor, I guess.

Anyways! MM&O is about a group of "friends" who live together in drug-addled squalor. Megg is a chronically depressed witch just waiting to die. Mogg, Megg's boyfriend, is a talking cat who just wants to keep the degenerate lifestyle they've built for themselves stable, and Owl is a neurotic sex addict who wants to make something of himself but doesn't want to lose his only companions, and Werewolf Jones is a drug-dealing sociopath. It's like Peep Show! I absolutely love this comic, I reread it constantly, but I'm having a hard time pitching it.

If Giant Days is a plate of mashed potatoes this is like... a gas station hot dog eaten over a storm drain or something. Still kind of comforting, just in a different way. Let's cleanse our palette with some capeshit.

#8: Planetary (Wildstorm/DC, 1998)

Planetary rocks. We follow an amnesiac immortal named Elias Snow as he travels the globe with his top-secret Planetary Investigations team to uncover the secrets of the Wildstorm universe. Think of it like... The X-Files crossed with The Venture Brothers. X-Files in that they investigate weirdo mysteries, Venture Brothers in that every genre of speculative fiction- from Doc Savage-style pulp heroes to Kaiju to James Bond superspies- all exist, or existed, in some form.

Also on the team besides Snow are The Drummer (who has some kind of information-based power I never really understood) and Jakita Wagner, the super-strong ADHD daughter of a Tarzan expy. It's hard to do it justice in a post like this, buy a copy! Or pirate it, if you don't want to give Warren Ellis any money!

#9: Bad Enders (Indie, 2020)

Hey, this one is free! Check it out here: https://beany-tuesday.itch.io/bad-enders-pilot-issue

Bad Enders is a shonen pastiche with all the humor and charm you could expect from a @beanytuesday joint. It's great! It follows a burnt-out twentysomething who once had ambitions of becoming a demon hunter, but has since resigned himself to a life of filling out excel spreadsheets. Beanytuesday has stated there probably won't be any more Bad Enders content, but he has another comic called GUE (https://beanytuesday.tumblr.com/tagged/gue/chrono) that takes place in the same universe.

#10: G-Man (Image Comics, 2009)

i bet you thought i was done with image huh

Anyways, this was my jam back in like 3rd grade and you know what? It holds up. When they say "all-ages" they fuckin mean all ages, I'm a grown man and I can enjoy this.

The story of this entry is that I wanted to end on 10 instead of 9.

The story of this comic is that a kid named Mikey G gets his hands on a magic blanket that allows him to fly, but his brother ALSO uses the magic blanket to fly with and they become, like, rivals, but this other kid can also fly and he starts fucking with them... better than it sounds. There's also this crazy arc later in the series where they have a baby brother but- hold on, I'll show you

See? Nuts.

Ok, that was all of them bye

[tomurasmoleunderhislip]

~League of villains members as things I said/done/whatever~

Y'all will think I'm messed up but oh well

Tomura: "yawned whole time and ate chips in front of psychologist while sitting next to best friend that was low key nervous and anxious (I was with best friend for support @wholelottawidows thas you dawg 💀), offered psychologist chips and later when I ate whole bag, I licked my fingers in front of both of them and picked my ear when psychologist wasn't watching."

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"Drank like 3-4 mugs of coffee and monster energy drink in one day but still fell asleep anyway"

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"What's the point of all these hard work if we will all die either way, sooner or later?"

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"When having breakdown, I remember something funny and stupid which makes me burst into laughter and forget what I was crying so violently about"

Dabi: "I'll start working out this summer, just to be able to fist fight and beat up our dads one day"

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"chased sibling with knife around house it was a joke just to scare him don't worry no one got hurt lol"

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"Life is short make it shorter"

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"Made my younger step sibling hit step father in the head few times with something"

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"Damn this headache fucking me in brain really hard now"

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"It is what it is (I would say that after I fucked up something 💀)"

Toga: "Slept with knife under my pillow few times"

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"have one stabbed pillow on bed which is covered with old t shirt"

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"when I was a child I used to bring dead hedgehogs and mouses to my mother saying: Look at this poor kitty mom, let's help it!!! While the fucking animals were flattened like pancake and were literally full of ants and flies"

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"Tried to snatch a street kitten once but failed and gave up"

Spinner: "Tried to eat cigarettes and rocks I found on ground as kid"

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"I know I'm atheist and don't believe in that shit, but you hoes need Jesus"

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"one time i ran through a swarm of tiny flies and my mouth was opened since I was gasping for air because of running and some of these tinyass flies got into my mouth accidentally I could feel them in my throat and gave up from trying to spit damn bug out so I swallowed it 💀"

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"Who needs bitches when you have perfect sandwich"

Twice: "-Why is your nails painted pink? I mean you are mostly dressed in black it's surprising.

- Because I'm fucking fabulous"

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"Smoked one or two times my whole pack of cigarettes and than my best friend's whole pack of cigarettes in one day (dw she gave me it I didn't just stole it and smoked it without her permission and I'm not heavy smoker now 👍💀👍)"

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"Feels confident and looks at mirror whole time thinking how good I look, than after 30 minutes look at myself in mirror and either cry or laugh saying how dumb I look"

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"accidentally choked on my own spit few times"

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"Tried to help my best friend to get up one time because she fell but right when I got closer to her I tripped and fell as well"

Magne: "cold & badass women are daddies and cold & badass men are babygirls and pretty princesses"

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"Bullies my siblings but when someone else does it I go protective mode like: "I'm the only one that can bully this dumbasses"

Mr Compress and Kurogiri:

"I can't stand you bitches so I'm cutting my legs off"

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"Smacks siblings hand/head when they touch something they're not supposed to or something that's dangerous for them"

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"one time while I was making coffee, my younger brother came to me to bother me and annoy me out of boredom, so I told him to go away. He did go away but not really far away, he stood at one line of kitchen floor half of meter away from me, I saw what was he trying to do he was trying to provoke me so I was like: If you want to provoke me at least do it fucking right you idiot

And I grabbed him and pulled him with me as I stepped on the actual ending line of kitchen floor and left him there as I went back to making coffee for myself"

~We gotta go baba now ~

I apologize to all people that I told earlier I'm going to sleep, sorry y'all but this idea farted up on my mind and I had to write it immediately so that I don't forget it 😍😍😍

Got a lil distracted 😔😔😔😔

(I hope people won't unfollow me bc of this💀💀💀)

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, MHA 294, Replies Part 1

1) “Last time we had mirio and then Machia went hooonk shiuuuu, because Momo is as badass as we think she is. Now, let us see what shall take place, on Chapter 294: Final Performance”- The closing moments of the arc, and the League’s time together, as one of the Core members prepares himself to leave the spotlight for good…

2) “oh hey look, dead people

that was certainly their last performance, that’s for sure.”- And they won’t be the only ones, if Compress succeeds in getting Tomura out of this Jam the League are currently facing. 3) “WAIT WHY THE FUCK THEY PUTTING GRAN TORINO INTO AN OXYGEN MASK

THAT FUCKER IS DEAD

HE GOT CRUSHED THE FUCK UP AGAINST THE GROUND BY SHIGARAKI AT FULL FORCE, TRUST ME HE IS NOT GONNA NEED THAT MASK”- Well, they did the same for Nighteye after he got shish-ka-bobbed, so I think it’s standard medical practice. Besides, Gran Torino might not be dead – he’s almost certainly paralysed though, with his spine broken clearly in two. If any adult hero survives this war, they’re almost certainly losing a piece of themselves doing so, judging by the count so far. 4) “Yeah Jeanist, but let us not beat around the bush, those people there are dead. Mt lady? Dead. Midnight? dead. Gran Torino? Super Dead. Endeavor? I wish. But perhaps eventually.”- I’m honestly going to start keeping a record of all the adult heroes who’re still alive and in one piece by the end of this series, and I don’t think we’re gonna be breaking the single digits with it. 5) “Yeah, but remember Mirio those are high-ends, they can learn as the fight goes along. The longer the fight goes on, the harder things are gonna become.”- They’re Near-High Ends actually, according to Garaki. The difference seems to be that they have above-average intelligence for a Nomu, but still no sense of true self, and so can’t vocalise or anything like that. Thankfully this means they can’t strategize and are little more than attack animals. Sadly, this means they still have capabilities that are close to the High-Ends’ own, so are still tough and dangerous regardless. 6) “Also, oh my god Ida calling Bakugo by his hero name- I’m still not used to that. And the fact that Bakugo of all people couldn’t come up with a comeback? Jesus, he really is beyond saving, he’s gonna be buried right next to GT”- Things are dire when not even Bakugou’s feral energy can keep him in the fight anymore. 7) “oh dear god Mr Compress is gonna do something to save his pals, isn’t he?

…

OH DEAR GOD THE TITLE OF THE CHAPTER- OH GOD MR COMPRESS YOU BETTER NOT”- I’ve seen people give an arm and a leg to save their pals, but I’ve never seen them give their ass before. 8) “Now tell me Mr compress, couldn’t you compress yourself so you can escape the cables and then just decompress? Surely you could, right? And it won’t require you making a dramatic sacrifice, right?”- I’m honestly uncertain if Compress can compress himself – we’ve never really seen him pull it off as an infiltration tactic before, despite how useful it’d be, and whislt he can do so to the league and pull them back out, he may be incapable of undoing it fro the “inside” so to speak, which would only lead to him suffocating or something. At the very least, he was forced to resort to this more drastic measure instead of self-compressing to evade Jeanist’s wires.

9) “I think you can exclude Dabi from that list, he already did got everything he wanted an- OH MY GOD TOGA IS CRYING”- Sadly, Dabi’s dreams can only be satisfied with maximum suffering inflicted on his family, and everybody else by proxy. And it’s a tragic case of dramatic irony, whilst Compress has sympathy for Dabi’s unfulfilled wishes as a part of the team, and Toga’s own emotional turmoil – and Toga would do the same were the situation reversed – Dabi does not give a crap about either of them, save the usefulness they can provide to him in the frenzied death-match he desires. 10) “Well you better act soon Compress, because Jeanist is getting sick of having to tie you guys up for longer.”- Now his attention’s no longer distracted by Machia, Jeanist is free to ensure the conscious members of the league are no longer left that way whilst the battle is pitching up. The less variable they have to keep track of, the better, and given what Compress does here, despite his lack of overall combat power, it was the right call. 11) “ACTUALLY I’M GETTING MORE WORRIED ABOUT SPINNER DYING BEFORE COMPRESS DOES GOOD LORD MAN I KNOW YOU WANT TO PUT THEM TO SLEEP BUT LOOK AT THAT FACE”- It’s not like Jeanist can accurately track their pulse and breathing from a distance away through the cables,  especially with the chaos erupting around him. The best he can do is focus on not breaking their necks and hoping that they pass out quickly so he can ease up on the pressure…but again, the situation is dire enough that even if Jeanist were to accidently kill them like this, he wouldn’t be blamed or held accountable for it. 12) “OH GOD HE’S NOT GONNA COMPRESS HIMSELF COMPLETELY, RIGHT? JUST A CHUNK OF HIS OWN BODY SO HE CAN ESCAPE THE CABLES

OH GOD NO”- Also a neat attention to detail that Compress can only perform this move on his right side, as that’s the only one with a flesh-and-blood arm remaining, Overhaul’s injury against him further handicapping the league’s chances of success at the crucial moment. 13) “AT LEAST YOU WILL SURVIVE THIS ONE, RIGHT? SURE, YOU’LL BE THE ASSLESS COMPRESS, BUT STILL, YOU’RE NOT GONNA DIE, RIGHT?”- He got them out, but in such a manner that means he himself won’t be able to flee with them – not that they even could overall, with the surrounding heroes mobbing them in an effort to prevent the primary instigators of the war from escaping and rendering the overall point of the conflict null and void. All Compress can do is sacrifice himself to give the others some breathing room, and leave the rest in Spinner’s hands to get Tomura out of there. 14) “HOLY SHIT HE WAS FAST

WELL, HE WAS MORE AERODYNAMIC WITHOUT HIS ASS AFTER ALL. LESS WEIGHT TO BE CARRIED.”-Compress is an under-looked member of the league, but his abilities have always been a source of support for them, giving them an edge with infiltration and similar, along with his observations of the others and accurately judging who needs help the most. In this moment, both the powerhouses of Tomura and Machia have been felled, and Dabi is not interested in lending his aid to the “leader” when his own goals are nearby, yet the support of a weaker, yet genuine team player proves crucial for the League to not completely lose this war. 15) “I’M STARTING TO FEEL LIKE THE ASS IS NOT GOING TO BE THE ONLY THING THAT WILL BE SACRIFICED IN THIS ESCAPE OF HIS”- Sometimes, winning a war comes down to having a person who’s willing to sacrifice more than the enemy in order to score a victory for his side, no matter the cost to him personally. 16) “YES BUT CAN YOU PLEASE DO THAT WITHOUT KILLING YOURSELF PLEASE? TWICE DOESN’T NEED COMPANY RIGHT NOW HE’S FINE”- Desperate times, desperate actions – and yet, the effort put into those actions is undeniable. Compress is no powerhouse fighter, but he’s always been one to lay down his life on the line for the others, which is a quality that Tomura is able to attract in his followers. 17) “That name seems familiar, but I can’t remember from where. Also, is this gonna be a Compress backstory reveal?”- It was name-dropped as one of many noticeable Quirk-users in history by Gentle during his infiltration of UA, desiring to be a standout villain of notoriety similar to him and Re-Destro’s ancestor. Ironically, Gentle actually seems to have more in common with Harima’s methodology than his actual descendant.

18) “Well, I must say, his ancestor must be extremely disappointed with the path he picked then, because what Compress got involved with is a long cry from exposing injustice, if the piles of civilian corpses they left behind those past 20 minutes alone are anything to go by.”- Not unlike Re-Destro’s own past, the legacy of a notable ancestor become twisted and distorted over time, becoming a negative influence on the next generation that guided them down a wrong path when they may have chosen otherwise if left to their own devices. In fact, the same can be said of both Dabi and Tomura’s own pasts as well – many of the league are those whose past histories isolate them from normal society in some manner and drive them together in a common cause in opposition to it, and Compress’ backstory shows how even a well-meaning example like his Robin Hood ancestry can change a man for the worse in trying to emulate that. (MHA ch 291) 19) “Wonder how much a DNA test is worth considering people with Toga’s quirk, who can become another person.”-And a hint towards Compress’ impending reveal, that he too, is one of such a renowned bloodline in their little group. 20) “Oh, not worth the time to kill him if your dad is not up to watch it huh, alright Dabi, can you fuck off then I want to know more about the assless compress”- Some translations I saw said that Endeavour had passed out from the exertion of body-checking Machia unconscious, and Dabi didn’t want to kill Shoto whilst their father wasn’t awake to see it. He’s got a plan in mind for how this fight’s going to play out, and he won’t accept deviations. 21) “THE MASK

IT’S OFF

OH GOD NO AM I READY TO GAZE UPON WHAT MR COMPRESS IS LIKE UNDERNEATH IT? DARE I WITNESS THINGS HUMANKIND WAS NOT MEANT TO KNOW?”- Behold and witness the Hawtness!! 22) “hello?”- Compress had to lose half his cake to balance out his good looks underneath that mask.

23) “Also, he’s the heir of a lineage of vigilantes wanting to fix society and he ended up a super villain trying to bring forth the destruction of it, as well as the genocide of an untold number of innocent people. Ouch Compress, that’s not gonna look good when you get to the pearly gates, your grandpa is gonna fucking kick your ass.”- Even if change is important to fixing society’s flaws, it’s arguably more important to bring about the right kind of change, not destructive anarchy like the League enacts in a short-sighted effort to “fix” things, no matter the good intentions. @thelreads

[ephemeral-winter]

what in the entire fuck

many many wot s2e7 spoilers ahead

young!moiraine would never just fucking visit cairhien with her lover be so fucking for real

jumpsuit good tho. i like the jumpsuit

the way they wrote the gitara scene is weird and overly didactic ??? i get that they need to compress like all of new spring into about 30 seconds but idk guys

why the hell did they bring the seat all the way to cairhien??? like why can't she sit on a normal store brand throne

that said i do appreciate the firm planting with the knees far apart none of this prissy legs crossed at the ankle shit for siuan that's a dyke for sure

siuan stroking moiraine's face put me in an early grave

madeleine madden emmy when!!!!!

i get it i get it they have no time to actually talk but like moiraine's facial twitches while siuan is all like omg can you imagine if a forsaken got to him lmaooooooo

i can't decide if siuan naming moiraine's fatal sin as pride is like true or not like sure there is some pridefulness there but it's way overridden by a crazy amount of 'i'm going down with him' and like i sorta think that seizing on pride is a misreading of siuan's understanding of moiraine??? or maybe i've been too into the fic where they have a psychic bond because anvaere's later explanation of moiraine's righteousness seems so much more correct

they are being soooo incautious about having important convos where other people can hear them like why did lan and moiraine have the suicide convo in that anteroom where the guards are and also like all your senses are heightened when you're holding the one power so like leane should totally be able to overhear moiraine and rand discussing going to falme idk guys

however i like how right before lan asks moiraine about suicide she's rubbing her fingers together and trying to calm herself. ms pike what do you know

it was cunty of lanfear to walk through the foregate like that i do have to give her credit for that

MADELEINE MADDEN EMMY WHEN!!!!!!

i love verin idc how they handle her later arc i fucking love verin

siuan channeling in the fur coat? yeah. let's think about that

the entire waygate scene. where to even start

1. arching and moaning.

2. i simply do not believe that moiraine was shielded for six months and then was immediately strong enough to open a waygate. girl needs the magical equivalent of physical therapy

3. the visual of the gate opening and closing is. hm. unbelievably sexual?

4. siuan in the fur coat. again. much to think about

5. hate to think that siuan is so angry with moiraine she can't hear that moiraine is not able to lie and like totally misses the part where moiraine is as close to begging as she'll ever get in public. that hurts my heart fr fr

6. arching and moaning. again

7. so rand when shielded is always crouching in on himself. neat little dumai's well/box arc foreshadowing i must say

8. i feel kinda crazy that lan heads for the waygate before moiraine. like i get that they are not so in lockstep as they once were but HE knows about siuan. and they just silently agree to leave her there? where is the lan who is the main shipper of siuraine

9. the dual trickle of blood. the 'moiraine please.' i'm going to cry for the next year

10. how are they gonna come back from this

11. fuck

[mysticalibra1994]

TBHK Headcanon #1 "Death Day"(?)

Yes, you've read that right; "Death Day", as in "Birth Day" but on the day you died.

So, I haven't read the manga in so long (I only made it to Hanako-kun being reunited in a "drawn world"), but I don't really mind spoilers. Anyways, all I know so far is that Hanako-kun killed his brother even though his brother (in a child form) has been gone by making a wish for him to get better. Since their world is different from the "surface" or living world, I wondered if any of the supernatural (the ones that used to be human (the "currently living ones" don't count... I think)) spirits ever had a "Death Day"?

Like, on a certain day (aka the day they died) they would reenact or relive (pun intended) how they died.

Example #1: Mitsuba Sousuke. According to his mother, he died from an accident on the way to the store for some potatoes for the curry (or stew). I know that the spirit of the real Mitsuba is gone, but I'm guessing that the clone of Mitsuba's spirit would have a small sliver of deja-vu (or dead-ja-vu) that even Tsukasa doesn't even understand (it would even baffle and/or traumatize Kou; having to see the clone of a spirit of your dead friend being hit head-on...

Exmple #2: Yugi Amane (aka Hanako-kun). Ever since I heard about a wish that Tsukasa made for his brother's illness, I couldn't help but wonder if Amane knew that his days were numbered after killing his brother? That could explain why he gave up his moon rock to his teacher. Here's how I believe it went down...

Amane was constantly getting injuries, but not from getting bullied, it was from the inside... He could feel his body weakening but feared dying (who wouldn't, right?). That is until he met Yashiro Nene (via The Tea Party arc). Thanks to that one moment, he's no longer afraid anymore... After getting patched up by his teacher, he gave up his moon rock ("I made a decision that I'm not going anywhere..."). The next day was his last day of school (literally), so he wrote his teacher a letter that simply stated...

"To whom it may concern, There is a reason behind my injuries. When I was a little kid, I had a respiratory illness with little cure. My twin brother made a wish for me to get better, only to trade for his soul. All that was left of him was nothing but a husk. As much as I love my brother, the guilt was eating me alive, so I did the unthinkable... Ever since my body has been getting weaker and weaker, and I've been getting these injuries. Tsuchigomori-sensei, I hope you got a display case for that moon rock. Thank you for everything. If my parents wonder about my whereabouts, tell them my brother's no longer alone..."

By the time Tsuchigomori-sensei read the letter, it was too late. Amane is no longer alive anymore... However, this never stopped his teacher from trying desperately to revive the poor kid. He continued, despite how sore his arms were and what the paramedics sadly told him otherwise.

Suddenly, Tsuchigomori's eyes were getting blurrier and blurrier with tears. By the time he felt a cold tiny hand on his left shoulder, he slowly stops the chest compressions. Then, as they wheeled him off, he just stood there, dumbstruck. Wait, he pondered, why was I crying? As a teacher, he shouldn't show/have any favorites when it comes to students, but he does did.

Example #3: Tsuchigomori-sensei. About several months after Amane's death, Tsuchigomori's curiosity about Amane's future increased to the point where he checked out Amane's book from the 4 PM Library. He wanted to know why Amane had an interest in going to the moon. I mean, sure it was an impossible dream. But, that was before men landed on the moon. As he got to the part where it stated that Amane was going to be a Science teacher and was going to be his kouhai, his smile went from a smirk to a frown to a tearful grimace. "That brat... He was too young to..." He was so distraught to even finish that sentence.

After going outside from school for some fresh air (and a pack of cigarettes), he accidentally (and unfortunately) came across a redback spider. Granted, the fatality of its venom is rare, but in Tsuchigomori's case, it was fatal; to the point where not even the world's most excellent doctors (at the time) couldn't even save him...

About several more months go by, Tsuchigomori's eyes open up after hearing a familiar voice...

"Hey there, stranger! What's up? I mean, besides us."

Example #4: My OC (Fujimura Saki).

TW: mentions "unaliving one's self".

This one is not just heavy to read, but is also personal to some (if not, most).

Despite having only one friendly teacher and one good friend/crush, Saki has felt as if she's been cursed to be targeted for bullying, to the point where she couldn't handle it anymore!

Yes, she did go up to the roof. But, she "made a wish" from a mysterious black flower...

Before she, you know... She was given 24 hours to say her final goodbyes to those who deserve it; just those two nice people in her life.

At first, they were confused. But, by the time they knew what she meant, it continued where they were left off; witnessing a horrible sight from the classroom window. The paramedics did everything they could but to no avail.

She was gone, but not forgotten; thanks to the altar table that her nice teacher made for her honor. Her best friend/crush decorates it with her portrait, white lilies in a vase, a sketchbook and pencils, and her favorite food and/or beverage.

I wish I could say more for the 4th example, but it would be a spoiler for the Gacha Club comic. But, just like the original story, it's a comedy, drama, and tragedy.

Well, I hope everyone enjoys reading this headcanon. I'm sorry for how depressing it sounds, but then again... The plot does contain parts about the supernatural and the concept of life and death, so...

[serickswrites]

Kingdom Collapse IX

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Warnings: referenced captivity, drowning, cpr, rape, hospital, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, hurt/aftermath, caretaker and whumpee

“CARETAKER!” Teammate Two shouted as they and Teammate Three ran across the snow-covered ground to Caretaker. They could see Caretaker leaning over something. Someone. Whumpee. 

Caretaker didn’t respond to Teammate Two’s call. They were too focused on their compressions. How long has it been? Doesn’t matter. I have to keep going. Have to save Whumpee. Hang on, kid. I found you. I’m right here. Please, kid. Please. 

Whumpee moved each time Caretaker pressed onto their chest, head lolling with each movement. They were pale–paler than their usual pale, their skin almost translucent–lips the lightest shade of blue, and they were completely boneless in Caretaker’s arms. 

Please, kid. Please, God. Give me them back. God, please. I’ll do anything. ANYTHING! Caretaker begged and pleaded with God as they never stopped their compressions. Never stopped moving. 

Caretaker heard boots behind them crunching on the snow. A gloved hand gripped their shoulder. “Caretaker, how long?” Teammate Three’s voice was a quiet murmur in their ear. 

They ignored Teammate Three. They’re not dead. They’re right here. I’m right here. They can’t be dead. Whumpee, wake up. Please. 

Teammate Three’s grip tightened. “How long, Caretaker?”

“Doesn’t matter. They’re coming back. You’ll see,” Caretaker panted, never stopping their compressions. 

And still, Whumpee didn’t stir. Didn’t sputter and cough. Didn’t gasp for air. They remained completely silent and unmoving. Save for the pumps on their chest from Caretaker. 

Teammate Three’s grip turned bruising. “How long, Caretaker?”

Too long. Far too long. They can’t be gone. I can’t lose them. I can’t have failed them again. I’m right here, kid. I’ve got you. I’m right here. Come back to me. I found you. Whumpee. Please. I have you, right here. In my arms. Please, stay with me. Stay, Whumpee. Please. 

Caretaker’s cheeks were warm with tears as they started to cry. But they didn’t stop. “I-I should have been faster. They were right here. RIGHT HERE. I wasn’t fast enough,” Caretaker sobbed, their movements starting to slow. 

“Take a break, boss,” Teammate Two murmured as they knelt in the snow on Whumpee’s other side and started compressions. 

Caretaker sobbed harder as Teammate Three wrapped an arm around them. “You did everything you could. Sometimes–”

“I didn’t! I didn’t! I thought they were dead. I didn’t look for them for two weeks. Two weeks at the hands of Whumper and their crew. Two weeks of,” but Caretaker couldn’t finish. Their voice broke. “Whumpee couldn’t wait for me to find a way across the ice. They couldn’t go back up to the house. And I wasn’t fast enough to stop them.” They pressed their forehead to Whumpee’s icy one. Please, kid. Please come back. I found you. I’m right here. Please, God. Give them back. 

Teammate Three squeezed Caretaker’s shoulder tighter. Teammate Two never relented on their compressions. “Come on, Whumpee. Come on.” They looked up at their two friends, both living, warm and breathing. Seeing Caretaker’s tearstained face and swollen eyes, they renewed their efforts. They looked back down at Whumpee and their breath caught. Whumpee was cold, so cold, and still. And completely breathless. And….dead. Their heart sunk as they realized Whumpee could not have waited. They had to get away from Whumper and their crew. Teammate Two had seen enough of the scene to piece together what Whumper and their crew had been doing to Whumpee for two weeks. 

“We all failed Whumpee, Caretaker. We all thought they were dead. None of us were looking. We’re all equal in this.” Teammate Three kept their voice low, soothing. 

“Please, Whumpee,” Caretaker murmured into Whumpee’s hair. “Please come back to me. We’re here. We found you. We have you. Come back.”

Just as Teammate Two was about to give up, hope completely destroyed, they felt Whumpee convulse beneath their hands. “Whumpee?” They asked as they stopped their compressions. 

Whumpee gave a sputtering cough as water poured past their lips. Teammate Two flipped Whumpee on their side, thumping their back hard. “There you are.”

“Oh Whumpee!” Caretaker pulled Whumpee into their arms, holding Whumpee tightly. They closed their eyes as they held Whumpee close, feeling Whumpee’s sharp staccato breaths against their neck. I have you. I’m here. We’re here. 

“I’ll go get the medics,” Teammate Three said and they raced off into the dark and snowy night. 

Whumpee groaned and started to pull away, but Caretaker held them close. “You’re ok, kid. We’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

By the time the medics had made it to the lake’s edge, Whumpee was wrapped up in Teammate Two’s jacket, with Caretaker holding them tightly. They shivered violently, but were awake. And alert. 

“I don’t need them to look at me, Caretaker,” they whispered around their chattering teeth. 

“Kid, you were in the water for I don’t even know how long, and you were…out for even longer.” You were not breathing. You had no pulse. You were dead. I almost lost you. I’m not losing you. I have you, kid. I’m here. 

Caretaker lifted Whumpee onto the gurney before Whumpee could protest further. Whumpee immediately thrust their hand into Caretaker’s. Caretaker squeezed their hand tightly as the medics evaluated Whumpee. Squeezed it as they loaded the gurney into the back of the ambulance. Squeezed it through the ride to the hospital. Caretaker only let go when the team of doctors and nurses told them they had to. That Whumpee was safe and they just needed to run a few tests. 

By some miracle, Whumpee was relatively unscathed from their near watery grave. They were horribly bruised, their shoulders were in terrible shape, and they had a few cracked ribs. But the worst was hearing Whumpee having to tell the doctor about being raped. Over and over. 

Caretaker knew that when they found Whumpee chained up and naked that the likelihood of that having happened was high. But hearing Whumpee’s flat voice as they said they needed a rape exam almost broke them. Seeing Whumpee’s eyes filled with tears, their face oddly flat as they spoke filled Caretaker with rage. Prison was too good for Whumper and their crew. 

By the time Caretaker was allowed back in the room, Whumpee was curled on their side in the hospital bed under three blankets, hand fisted to hide the tremble. 

“Can I come in, kid?” Caretaker asked tentatively. They wanted nothing more than to take Whumpee in their arms. Hold them close and reassure them that everything was going to be ok. Reassure themself that Whumpee was alive. That they were breathing. But they didn’t want to push Whumpee. 

“I wish you would,” Whumpee whispered, not looking up. 

Caretaker climbed onto the bed and wrapped themself around Whumpee. They held Whumpee tightly as Whumpee began to sob. Caretaker held them tightly until Whumpee fell asleep. Held them tightly as they slept. Caretaker was never going to let go. I found you, kid. I’m here. I’ve got you. 

Tags: @appleejuice @whump-a-whump-whumpshop @st0rmm @pigeonwhumps @ghostfacepepper @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @unrestrainedclown-whump 

[strange-spaghetti]

The quickest of updates since I need to sleep.

I’m official - getting my first ever photo pass for Alesana 🤘🏻 ~*’I curse the day my dream became my descent, suddenly I long for you, my only love’*~ 🥀

Will be renting a lens up to 200 or 300 mm & about f4 (more light, high compression, blurry background aka bokeh)

Bringing my Nikon F80 too. I bought 3200iso film from work so it shouldn’t be black this time! Still haven’t picked up my last roll haha.

Now on Luvox & I feel really hopeful after reading about it 🤞🏻 should help with rumination & compulsion, as well as not f*ck up my sacral energy & help me lose weight.

Therapy went really well today. Different than how it’s been. I told her about the love & hate episodes & how I can’t think or feel logically about him. She gave me a coin to ground myself when I lose myself in Dr Jekyll (devastated by my love for him & wanting to plead) & Mr. Hyde (agonized & angry with insult & hate wanting to confront). She put an emphasis on needing to realize needs changed & were not met & how someone his age goes through self-discovery by serial dating (absolutely disgusting to me but whatever, not my person & will never be my loving partner.)

… talking to a very beautiful multilingual Swedish guy. So far so good. Which scares me… he comes off as this worldly arthaus eclectic guy… he likes Berlin era Bowie so that’s common ground. I’m trying not to romanticize the idea of us speaking French together. I’m still so awful, it’s been 4 years without daily practice.

This wasn’t quick

Another BYOB cookout tomorrow after work tomorrow so I’ll be there from 9am to 11pm haha. Oh, sh*t I didn’t buy more banquet today… photos from last party are really cute, love them. Don’t think I’ll look great tomorrow though

Impulsively chopped 3 inches of hair this morning. Not good.

Work was mental today. Hope it’s not as overwhelming tomorrow. “Do you have a gun, I could use it” slipped when I was frantically organizing for a transfer to my mate. Both managers heard. My boss joked, & the gm I usually slag off & b*tch about looked at me with a deep caring concern & said “no”. I needed that. My mate hugged me & I went to the bathroom to cry for a minute & then got my sh*t together.

[libidomechanica]

Every color of stone— where every general curses

A rispetto sequence

               1

Every color of stone—where every general curses. Or keeps you once adored false friend; nor the first and pride! His service of going to die so soon. You than those thou my verse thine own soft-conched ear: surely be. Fill with an offering each thought do care to vaunt, which no longer. I can say that hired huzzas redeem in gentler dreams awake the lady Geraldine!

               2

Her bright, the empress, chest and pray for your sheephooks, and of war turn’d to Absál, her Star was harsh prude indemnifies her teens; and the brae, Sir, slides over you play, such as could not, or, like Friar Bacon’s brazen head, hand, whatever the countrèe. Faire eyes, with thy hair is the caper overrooted, by way of blisse, and there thy love, Jamie, come, t is fit to bear it.

               3

And meant, that with vulgar brain of dames: by axe and expression in the light to light, and thou pursued as food for inanition, her chamber flesh which Death may oft be unreturn’d. And haunted, beseech your nocturnal skin. If this all kinds of gin. Behind seen but in the vales await thee seen, the living brotherly affection, his you talk of love, and innocence.

               4

Antonia puzzled; Julia whom on this So saying what hateful for my poem. Riotous and Witch’s sieve, blissfully haven’d both to yield his spirit bows before hopes, and frown— that wintry brink, which means compression most people chosen poor Frederick, why did so, satisfy his credit, who all give back, and said … Nay, we are whom she did. In things, then beguiled.

               5

Although six days so far out of love at the old tree. The two hearts that braine doth breeds the lynx, they said, he was young girls these some silly flower, and summon lackeys, arm’d with slow and anger, free from this my soul is mine! Upon bed and green fool and saw his wife in every body on the dew dwelt in haste, she heart-stifled, in her morals, and yet against all payment!

               6

When it is an act of patriots now and answers I am waiting to habit. If you delight is lost, and Locks pickt, yet wither, and how to scale an upper sphere, extreme ill- breeding hard, and cry, at war with my mandate like a harpstring each morn and fault was good, have some rest; thou should not know, this is the owlet’s scritch: for what you would that minute—then be wise?

               7

Embryonic chickens grow vicious. Preach out- at-elbow peer, or desperate those skies above; and if I lie, I lie on; my altar elevated by darkness must be settled— and you might tempt to know. The halter was gone off wholly back in to chide: But I could not, or, like Joseph, leaving hands or the blasted Pine, to sit a stand—come down, O maid, alas!

               8

Her chamber, or ambition was of silence and silent was gone for his page with the sea. Watched by some more strong Foundation by the glittered, white with shut eyes I lay on sea-weed, on love, and suck the blue affrayed like that. A paragon, and the surgeon’s knife, dissection life’s worn confine, jaded, bloated, sated, to set up vain pretending to your nocturnal skin.

               9

Tulip seen to-day, but I, vnbid, fetch from joy and wonder’d in his let us away, my love allowed to an old maid of Tryermaine? Clings more than to week: much had been sleep. Star afterwards confesse, that they know that mine enemies who spur more from sweet to put you must be beaten. What opposite of white-thorn laden are more true wisdom of so strong, how self-denial.

               10

Juan the seven! The animals: an old pox, by borrowed. Which other time and must for youth a little door was of corn, and thought, though I can’t oblige her with such sublimity; in short-sighted; the day, right so doth he protected: and then my eyes so innocent, and some, like some said that I would studies fair began that moment seemed strong Foundation built that then?

               11

Fair maid, from you I try to picture, and the forum, and slay me not what care, alone with a tiresome food; I can’t say much amiss, an order lived besides the true! The world hath ever know your face, silent light, and Campbell’s Hippocrene is so good, have sail’d, and at her sire, Sir Leoline. Who knew the renew’d attack? On which commandment is the physician.

               12

’ Made the people everybody but hold. Between syl-lables! Of poets and pine! For the lake-like brow is ruffled cage of any kind mean not to boast, for Venus’ ceston every body has some years, at the echoes rang, while I do speak, and sung their languor, which the World a Desert, and winter in Florida. But no—already … I’m beginning like resign.

               13

That harvest, sowing that’s amiss—I say, when finish Juan’s last set free their minds, our bodies fill with ladies, praying in the mind the cincture from paining—they say to the sons they shrunk in hearts beating my thunder, of looking for giraffes in my blood! But what we were;—too old for slept an azure-lidded sleep, dear heart can fall liking no such welcome aye to Nanie, O.

               14

The vision of his penitent fare, my griefs alike from faery fancy; all amort, of stone—and was the porphyro! My misery can not contain commit a sin, and in their eloquence like a garden walk, and tween the gray clouds, astrea’s beam no darkness and is e’en talk’d learn the world has some skill for sinners’ sake grieved I, when, and they cal that cheek all pumpkins!

               15

’ And camps’ be quite old enough too late the sun, her who is the god unshorn, and wild Recess! As she past on; but each assumed from the brain, love and her heard her the soul which it could yield her infants in youth sincerity; but one whereon magician’s wand wrought it? Literary leave them, thought into my bosom whereon he his hardiness than all, could I hurt her?

               16

In the strike on mine offence, that seems you love the curtains peep’d, where our shadows hauntings of grotesques illumined; and delicate duties; thy ways! The conjuror played but see thee in lover’s vow they were. Or for their dangerous emulation then I should so continents, as they rode furiously she seems to drink in again? From the same who physician.

               17

To those bred up by spade from wicked woman and prosody are eligible, unless I blunder, shaped hearts. So pure and plighted match, and love. Flash up in ingots, bags of dollars, coins not of those exposure it is light which none but sage Antonia’s gondolier, by blood! Through all profits is another’s feelings from home in an author’s cap’s a feathery grasses.

               18

And must have a letter from thence worse, makes cakes? At least t was forced to claw it, and aspire to feel! But have seen! To be sure shadow camest thou? Maid paused a mind within her arms embraced and now doth Geraldine! His self-sweet-conspird in one to Venus, or hoard up warmth against thy mountain-river, why aught except they had been hid—I don’t make you suspected be.

               19

For one or two souls of wild flowers, such miracle. It favors neither fright of Don Juan’s earliest words. Whether in the ruins of income-tax laid on by favouritism, but now unrobe yours one more is any one except a dunce, daily, or mole, exceedings, than cough like her, and heart at bottom shelf, behind the lady’s tale. Is it the train was a bus.

               20

And Julia to the more heirs. And perfections clipt with the vainly guardian green, two white nor speak, but press’d unlink’d with grief a rich field with Ida’s shady brow, his flame, t is very eyes divine. She the mother would adopt your only tarry, her only bad; yet whence Love sprung in rhymes to catch my breast has taken up a lifeless vow to rob a living breast.

               21

From Tom&Jerry, and hear and drippings; and in pride, beside the charted system feigns o’er thy voyce the family-likeness, or states such as once Britannia’s glanced behind her, and small. Land quiet and fair; the bosom try what proper limits, was, to love talk, is it not worth a neat little strange their rose on my rose tree. Is free, the roar of some one tear it down on you wrought.

               22

—My Sandy O, my bonie, O: the op’ning gowan, wat wi’ dew, how pure, amang the ships, and hath ever with you this. Raised the ship from Cadiz. ’ The lady Christabel, that fell but not mad with faery land, and can’t help them both interest foes—converted. A huge, dun cupola, like a Shadow as I’m nearing—i only rise, not to be a Jew. So for a blink.

               23

Why call the house your brand new knights’ fees: his house, ’ she cried, baptize posterity, or from the lady Geraldine, his gray: tis a month before we know our lives under. This most part, thou, and birds sang, all nature is no dream it would win my love for love outsoaring mine, lass; and while he told her transitory perhaps this morn to his let us wish away her days.

               24

Sweet Christabel awoke and Wilberforce: the true we are seen em; she prayed she might have become died palsy-twitch’d, with torches bright, if such easy to him, and take twenty know. Of late; and thus, an order lived beside her kennel, run to see them still keeping by on its wings, for his infants in great of man the exact oppose, chain’d and anger, a space which missing?

               25

And no sneer again, he learn’d to fling through the frees; lies dreams came a chance speak, and sage, and all scandal which was bright have been, at best, when fine days together, like any other tree, which she died. And the chariots traced his jaunt to Germany, whose follies had run dry. Let the voice cries: to you to this sheet, t is sometimes on his knees he saw thee woman send away!

               26

When it sees but shorter a good deal may be done, since I’m free, I wish I could see beautiful: let it be grand multi-track white termination, preludios, trying just as reader! Glaciers, volcanos, oranges and saw his wide open air, and having Love upon you. Thousand guessed the windows, gazing on it hard, young Juan was obscure wood, ’ than when vicious; thy cliffs.

               27

A xylophone may say, nor of the moment didst seem. And all the dust of death, with other born in Roman scowls, and the strove to speak give me. To thy nest this verses show his age, his Death may give that spotless willingly their change the Thunderer’s face: watchet the hunter tell; but go, and though I have miss’d him as for all that his back—was ever agape—bought? From death.

               28

Same fashion, the second life supply come, let’s goe a Maying. Human observer in a wilderness; thought like this enough the tax; behind, and all things in wedlock. Coveted their eyes’ expressively did imitate that worst of all the nymphs and thence a half-unquench’d volcanos, oranges, and teach my mother, with many a famish’d for a pint-sized journey.

               29

Her even as this, out of malice, and small. These days together lie in one to Venus, or the fields to cross soft face puts on pants and bleached: bees pass it unimpeached. Some golden tresses near relations, particularly with thee watch’d with feet and fade that nursed the wide hall; they must be; for that they can one edition, Julia mistress, and May? Not that my name.

               30

Even survive that novelties are a’ my night, and goddesses came with triumphant song— he won them could I love, my love had some Hercules to walk here. Is your hand in this short of way which show’d a fever call’d back return with his card, was laden are Thus whisper’d, in short, I must nor may his pride, jealousy brought and speech of spleen? His toes, I know there is foiled.

               31

I’ll do my best canto, save me not the Italian Musico Cazzani sing at all the other stuffs, within us and Witch’s Lair, and Dungeon-ghyll so foully rent, with capsules in the moment of beer—but then Madam—Madam— here’s mony a flow in so thick and she looked at the tide is turn’d to kiss. And evidence is burning ring, silver cross the world.

               32

Many a coral grove, the maid, alas! But sixteen short, in all the abyss of course, of apprehending door and thine? I would do; but sometimes peaceable as Numa’s who wast thou dost go, thro’ the cedar-shadowed lawn; then grew a fire broken-hearted fair peace or war. The burden the great discernment was grown high and reason; t was merely tend the church, the vow?

               33

—Eight-and-forty manors if that matter. Nor stumbled into itself has many a curl that labyrinth, whose flame in two cupped hands. ’ As my friends should ask, t is but rarely gnaws so much that Boy, proues that black Edward’s helm, and good, so fared she was given: he miss’d. Suddenly the key turns, and tell me how the cottage, I dwell near these reported in Ettrick’s shore.

               34

After all, pray have much by being this fair, her defender; a dream of your quarrels, by blood and slight, and be at home into her knee. When folly of all these trunks of delight was grown with heart of thee, on such band, from out my songs thine shall call such as are you so apply, as his maine forced to me a livelier influence remain. Sighs which we cast the mothers?

               35

I loved me prettily bedabbled so, her charms in heights and the shield her foot she hungry arab—after male loss of tomorrow with such privacy Give me a kingdom or a hypocrite at length. Worthy skiff; and she was manifested in all;—no more, and my epic brethren gone by, this night; when her mouth keepe, that hope is dim: but at his magic vapour.

               36

On thing—too thick to be acted.—To all that water-smoke, that saints I could he could not justify the Genius. Alas, if you this. Could I ail my life and forth her sight; her fair creatures, couched, close by the high hill, thy spiritual splendour front steps are deaf and blue spurt of a great cause from top to toe. And another. Such think who got him, at least, he’s fast, and marriage.

               37

Of all poor Frederick, why did she accomplish, with so much—to give you on the wall, is first learn to hold their spirits. Come, come the earlier than half granted is, I feele my breast: her small bald eye would be brought St. And it wanted; nor the gilded monument give whate’er the city at his feelings ebb and sweetly! Then comes a clog will bloom upon the fray.

               38

And lay down in her joys, her female, young, he was an egg. We have sail’d, and doubts: the needy honour was but the heauens conspiring I might be taken. They hurt me. Too much; I lived in negatives, till he is none e’er light, half-listening; then think it would do; his youth shy, their injuries: yet do not giggle, and winter cloying they though meadows manage either. Remain.

               39

You faltering talk seem’d overbold; now I though some private play: name it I would have any wrinkle, or the grief at the same, as might blend in one, and dwell in pride of a different talent and passed away into tall grasses every degrees: the law. God said that beats, a family’s once so dear as grace she that I am I, who level, such a monstrous choice.

               40

Still forgive me a kind of faith, too—filled the conjuror played between their sea-coal canopy; a huge, broad-brimm’d hawker of the day—they’d have that desecration or petition; at which holds this a plighted vows fleeting as it swelled hers! That, Virtues, I call such mania a disease—he died; and begg’d her brother: they will come over the throne, your life, am I.

               41

Wound much rather charms of men and the money. —Donna Julia, in fact, there is an ever lightsome dawn that should not you so much them he beams have prince is but told of this enough. Hath left me broken. Until too late for this I heard, whom thy darkness of the Parliament and all is than the elected. ’ True Love is of the room-door in a modest all kind of doubt.

               42

I never be broken, but in old England! My Sandy O. ’ Or Verflucter, ’ affect noon, in all these tears; and worship of The Fire—even These let me take such pursuits: thought, a dreary change in zero gravity. And if in a witch’s Lair, and out went before thee; how small lady bowed, and neuter, with ruffian passing- bell may ere this; and like liquor or aspirin.

               43

And bad, on each day began too soon, alas! Roman scowls, and without a rapture in a second whiskers, to decay, and green snake coiled around, and them from his own slipp’ry steep; and the dimness of no great command, if at morning young Pharsalians did she find thee, as a page redacted, you walk into far Ku-to- yen, by the dust of death. Am I failing?

               44

Nor wilt thou be my ain. She could with a long minority and past worlds, and get into play—and raised: and bear with pushing roar: there is left with a quiet leave to go for a calm: God grant you forgive me. All grasses everywhere; a witch, you Diuell alas you still then with all the melodious wits, whate’er sum in mulct they could suffer. From Tom&Jerry, and hope?

               45

The angels would burden of widows, she resolved to scale a fortress—or a nunnery. So quicken, confusion over suddenly I saw a bright, drest to me a livelier emerald twinkles which saves, in fact that words. Soon as ASTREA may be drest in your happy are in the tangles of salt, and glances along the truth. I only ever suffer paine.

               46

Farewell; it is to hope that modulated cantana of the porphyry font: the time so opportunity; or fall but her whom they, in the wealthiest of bane: while with fears, than Heav’n will soone might have given up his garden- gate; a lion ramps at the eye, Love were your hurt invades it. Might be ta’en by Gurney, who saw the same that since arms she did not lie.

               47

What if I had vowed with words: this we pass overcome both brains to draw them all by name. And all, like poplars, with other; gratefull, who is not why or where ’t is strengthen outran discreet at all times; no, not Jove himself, and servants in your young Don Juan was a charming chips, o’er which none but see the dame, consulting the Society’s beginning when thy cruelly!

               48

And life, for all those times delay; then spur away o’er every bough and sweet loves in her mouth undaunted with her Moon and stolen glanced about to let the inner me threw himself for fits. You run about this than another snapp’d the chambers of tomorrow. Peep out somehow people say, I don’t make the cherry. Skill in wild dismay o’er earth and all the monstrous debt.

               49

Full-blown sleet: who knelt, with trump and she as one defied, collect his time. The climate’s sultry. But sage Antonia maid, until his duty, in all dipt in Angel offices, so I ascended. And being only the due prevarication, but—Oh! A star hath rescue me, I waste blank-verse, I’m fond of fire, and her who love. Then the sounds ill in motion sound.

               50

Pseudo-syphilis? Materials, but not mine: a real spirits of the despots know what to meet you as far as such a curry, and when all the black rock in the swelled her arms, that asking in desire to staunch the leafy nooks where upon the movies from home into memory doth deceive! In your spirits, leave me that huddling slant in furrow, and ices.

               51

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Then spring of refuse do powre euen hell on her deceased. Robbing and will fly and dastardly, and greater part of Christabel! My love, that this festive day, Sir; there’s not be, as hath charmed our day by day. Have tried to teach him manners for all the Greek, as well as most sublime, where yet in the street a Parke many a token before those feathers pluckt, where a man.

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Dear, but be shown—yet ne’er believed that bards of happier men. Is something red, that blows, her wit she something chests weigh not in her as the languish’d, the darken’d to him its direction of hers your cheek or the five, took me from does not kept awake, for what she knows why nothing so becoming down to human thoughts I speak, she look’d upon her palsied fancy, fair St.

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But what beats, a family’s once more, nor more to add yet this morality whate’er he may float where the Ring of my dear Perilla: all are gone and understood, by solitude against his starving skies for a monarch and passion and one or two; yet he was sold, his eyes the mother, with Formosum Pastor Corydon. To understand—a heart nectar-brimmed.

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Around shall bide at rest, that only to keepeth well. Three whole, breathed joy and passions I commit are forgive me, love which is a screaming fears. And situation of his paradise, or plays of travel, a paleness,—not like a God in pain sprung. To waken doubt in fact, there’s sometimes I would I love you, holy Christians have become a man. The gently sway.

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A decent either without a woman. Perfect bliss for life a thing about her face ablaze, yearning to and comforter, will be when you cease to live upon your eyes; my doubts could not, but whether in his breeding; but making conversation through bliss, and when the panted, with thou deserving, they give you this—to tell you trust to meet her master and his last words.

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My passions great moral, still on me; she seem’d the work Longinus o’er the window-panes; St. Amid their control; the silk was, and yet, writing world my spirit, smile on my pen and beneath these sodas or magnesias; which Britons deem their powers of her loving languorous hours, such a one t was sheer air such puppets of her own innocuous occupation.

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Who favoured men deem her that do such delight in those thing limping across the smooth, so levels with what life I did see the world till not room for her relations, particularly sets him often—such a scene between a rook or bishop, but yet for imposture. A richer pearles Ruby-hidden of roses and laid conditions howl of human cattle.

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In the forum, and here you once a whole troupes of verdure, certain order lived on air that charmed ocean’s swell; no, child, and, Loue, I hope he’s young: the fiery ringlets from this midnight— Donna Julia and Don Juan was real, or making dead words of wedded to tears. With blood burnt each place but to fix again the wind that god of pleasure lives attached to me: such sorrow!

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For the bars and wounded fantasies. Thou gav’st me leaves, the two-celled her; but since which she died of the garland was whole troupes of the ear-trumpet of my heart at bottom virtuous mermaids, whose ladies wishing in her side—a sight the Baron, the roads, and left alone, and oft that bitterness. Wavering on the surprise, what ails the honey on the room-door in a.

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And slip at once and takes, that glory prick’d and anguish’d, though travel through Warsaw, who level, when Pan and immaculate, unmix’d and their lady’s cheeks and length burst in the oranges and immortal of the spray, their station, a period sometime hold my tongue of last campaign. It to climb o’er whom abundance melts, and bells have burnt each and dashing to tell us.

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Such giddiness of the living befell, but his own high ground, and finding sickle’s compass, round the Fortune lay one’s laurel: for feare hence— forward violet,—those cooler shade yestreen. Till he send forth understand there she died: and moon were in vain? I many thoughtful Madeline’s change horses o’er the cause it is lightly term I may, a manly Palm, a maiden mild!

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