#GOD. IDA MY SWEET SWEET BOY :(((((((((((((((((

[usertoxicyaoi]

"I mean, if you get confessed to, you're going to get a little curious. I don't know a lot about love. This is the first time something like this has happened to me."

KIETA HATSUKOI (2021). EPISODE THREE.

[absolutebl]

Mirror mirror on the wall,who are the top 5 greenest flags of them all?

ooof, this is more @heretherebedork than my cuppa but lemme see

you didn't specify seme or country so that makes my life easier, because bettcha can't guess who's gonna top this list

My Top 5 Greenest Flags in BL!

Noh from Love Sick

Look, he's just like the Nicest Little Dude. He's loyal and kind and good to his friends, and tries really hard to communicate the truth and be honest about his feelings even when he's a crazy hormonal teen and doesn't understand his own or anyone else's. Noh is not just any green flag he's a teenager green flag. That never happens.

Xun An from My Tooth You Love

He is so damn sweet and thoughtful and he tries so hard to protect everyone (except himself). But it's that moment in the car where he finally understands the extent of his baby's psychological issues that we all got to meet The Real Deal. Because what does he do? OMG he actually recommends Bai Lang seek professional help, from an actual therapist! Like that's THE MOMENT. The biggest green flag balls we have ever seen in a BL. Ever. I will brook no discussion on this matter.

Plustor from Destiny Seeker

Bite me. I know you haven't seen this. How do I know? No one has seen this show. Such a shame. Plustor is 1/2 of the 3rd-string couple, the crumbs, the freshmen babies. Most of the drama is with the 2 older pairs, but these boys are GREAT. One of them is out gay (with his shit together) who hooks up with hot jock CHAOS bisexual and we all think we know where it's going (because when does the chaos bi have his shit together and not act like a predator slut? - yes I AM looking at you, Mame). Except, Plustor fucking TOTALLY has his shit together! He researches gay sex and how to do it right, he asks his new bf questions, he communicates his self-confidence issues over never having been with a dude before. He talks. They talk. As a result these kids spend most of the show annoyed by the unnecessary drama of their piers who do NOT have their shit together and being the best bfs ever.

Mork from My Ride

What, you surprised? Mork goes through an entire identity crisis and manages NOT to drag anyone else into his drama. He keeps his life together, takes care of his family, asks his gay uncles for advice, realizes he is in love. He does not force that love on his beloved. Instead he stays in the side lines, tries to be a good supportive friend to the object of his affection, and a consistently chooses the path of decent human being. He's careful and kind and communicative when he eventually does make his move. Stand up dude! Adorable dimple! We likie.

Yak from Wandee Goodday

I feel like I have to include someone from this year because Green Flag Semes are such a 2024 trend. For me, it just had to be Yak. He such a great communicator and he just defines the GGG (good, giving, game) attitude that one wants in a sexual partner. I gotta say, it's actually not uncommon to have better sexual communication with a play partner or a fuck buddy than within a relationship. It was nice to see that portrayed on our screens in a BL. Whatcha know, mature characters being mature and shizz. Insanity.

I have to say, if you had given me 6, Alan from Pit Babe would have also made this list.

Others I Thought About

Seryou (Seven Days)

Kakeru (I Cannot Reach You)

Ida (My Love Mix Up)

Kyosuke (Sugar Dog Life) - does cluelessness count?

Kazuma (Tokyo in April)

Both in Some More

Qizhang (About Youth)

Sato (See You After Quarantine?)

Tatch (2 Moons 3)

X (21 Days Theory)

King (Bed Friend)

Khun (Brothers)

Karan (Cherry Magic)

Fueangnakhon (City of Stars)

Gun (Tossera)

Ram (La Cuisine)

Ae (Love By Chance) - I'm WELL AWARE I'm picking a Mame character

God (Monster Next Door)

Li (Moonlight Chicken)

Sun (Sunset X Vibes)

Latte (Knock Knock Boys)

Moo (Only Boo!)

Rome (Puppy Honey)

Alan (Pit Babe)

Touch, Sky (Secret Crush on You)

Na (Tonhon Chonlatee)

Tan (We Are)

San (You're My Sky)

Oh should I define what green flag means to me?

respectful: no dubious consent, takes no for an answer and stops, alcohol is not an excuse,

honest: depicted demonstrating good communication - verbal, emotional, physical

safe: practices safe sex

decent: no violations (emotional, ethical, moral, sexual, cultural, or ya know legal) like breaking into his fucking hotel room

dependable: I'd be fine if my nibbling were trapped in an elevator with him

kind: forthright and not inclined to be manipulative

(source)

[my-name-is-apollo]

Two things! 1. Thanks for reporting on Apollo, he is my favorite god by far!! 😭

2. In an old post where you talked about the type of relationship that the main gods had with each other you said that there was a lot to talk about the relationship between Zeus AND Apollo!! Can you take advantage and tell it?

I can definitely talk about Apollo and Zeus!

Basically, Apollo is Zeus' favorite, his pride and joy. I know a lot of people believe Athena is the favorite, but I say Apollo is just as beloved, if not more and I'll tell you why I think so. I'll start by putting together various myths that surround both of them.

1) Zeus' protectiveness

Starting with Apollo's (and Artemis') birth, even though Zeus didn't directly help Leto, in one version, he asked Zephyrus to carry Leto away to Poseidon, so that Poseidon could protect her. He also managed to calm down Hera by the time the twins were born.

And when later Apollo killed Python, according to Pindar, Gaia wanted to send him to tartarus. But obviously that didn't happen and we can assume that it was because Zeus intervened on his son's behalf.

In Euripides' play, there's a particularly cute segment where Apollo, as a little boy, went to Zeus, wrapped his arms around him and supplicated him to deal with Gaia who has been interfering with his oracular business. And of course Zeus agrees and makes Gaia lose her prophetic influence on mortals.

There's also a version of Coronis' tale where Ischys, the guy with whom Coronis had cheated on Apollo with, got killed by Zeus.

In the satires written by Lucian, Zeus got defensive when Momos made fun of Apollo.

Lastly, this is just my interpretation, but in stories where Zeus intervenes in a couple of fights - the Apollo vs Heracles , Apollo vs Idas - makes me feel like Zeus did it because he was overly protective of Apollo (just like did with Athena - Pallas)

2) The way Zeus appreciates Apollo

In Iphigenis in Tauris, when Apollo killed Python and took over the delphic oracle for himself, Zeus is shown to have been proud that Apollo has started serious business at such a young age.

The opening of Homer's hymn to Pythian Apollo shows us Zeus welcoming Apollo and personally pouring a drink to his son. How sweet is that :3

In another scene where Apollo is entertaining the gods, Zeus and Leto together are shown proudly watching their son (Hera is absent oop-).

In the Iliad, whenever he commands Apollo to do something, he calls him "Dear Phoebus" (I've also seen it translated as "friend Phoebus) which is very sweet and shows that Zeus is quite fond of Apollo.

And in Lucian's work, he also appreciated Apollo by telling Momos how much work his son has to do everyday, and how difficult the job is for him.

3) Zeus grants a lot of Apollo's requests

even when he's personally offended. Take the story of king Periphas, whose reputation had personally offended Zeus and he wanted to destroy the king and his entire kingdom, but when Apollo asked Zeus to not do that, he ceased from killing them. In the case of Prometheus too, Zeus agreed to free the Titan when Apollo begged for it.

When Apollo appointed Hermes as the messenger god, Zeus approved that.

He also resurrected Asclepius on Apollo's request, in spite of Apollo killing the cyclops .

And here is what sealed my belief that Apollo is no less of a favorite than Athena: once Athena was using mantic dice to give out prophecies, and Apollo was unhappy with this. He complained to Zeus about it and Zeus made dice divination inferior (and Athena just threw away the dice lol)

Now this is again my opinion, but the whole thing with "Apollo tricking the Fates into postponing Admetus' death" is quite a serious offense, but surprisingly Apollo does not get punished for that. I like to think that that's because Zeus gave him the permission for that (maybe not openly, but more discreetly).

4) Apollo has some favorite child privileges.

He is said to be sitting on the immediate right of Zeus (according to Callimachus), he gets to use Zeus' lightning bolts and the aegis too (like Athena does), and he is the only one allowed to read the will/mind of Zeus.

5) Apollo acts as Zeus' right hand man

Now this could be said of Hermes and Athena also too, but I'm pointing this out because people tend to easily forget it. In the Iliad, Zeus sent Apollo to help the Trojans, since he was secretly rooting for Troy ,in spite of taking a neutral stance, and Athena was fighting against them. He also entrusted his son Sarpedon's body to Apollo and asked him to clean it up and hand it over to Thanatos and Hypnos.

In Orphic theogony, a similar responsibility is given to Apollo - he is asked by Zeus to bury the remains of Zagreus.

In the account given by Plato on soulmates, after Zeus tore apart the humans, he tasked Apollo with stitching them and bringing them back to life.

And of course the whole deal with Apollo's oracles is to pass on the will of Zeus to the mortals. Apollo is basically serving as an extension of Zeus. Arguably, that is one of the most important responsibilities and Apollo was the one Zeus trusted it with. He also actively prevents other gods from taking away this role from Apollo.

6) Apollo's rebellious nature and how Zeus deals with it.

In Alcaeus' hymn, when Apollo is born, Zeus adorns him with a golden headband, gives him a golden chariot driven by swans and asks him to go to Delphi to establish his laws. But Apollo instead just takes the chariot and flies away to Hyperborea and stays there for a whole year (rebellious from the get go XD) Of course, Zeus doesn't punish Apollo for this.

(I'm not bringing up Apollo and Poseidon's servitude under Laomedon because even though it is believed to have been a result of Apollo and Poseidon rebelling against Zeus, we don't really have evidence to say that that was the case. I only vaguely remember there being evidence of it in some scholia but I'm not able to find it at the moment so. Also in the Iliad especially, the coup - whose participants are Hera, Athena and Poseidon- and the servitude under Laomedon are clearly two separate, unrelated events)

But when Apollo killed Cyclopes in retaliation for Zeus killing Asclepius, Zeus intended to throw him into tartarus. This was an instance where he was clearly very upset with his son, and probably felt betrayed too. Even so, he changed his mind thanks to Leto, which makes me feel like he did not fully intend to carry out that punishment, and it was more a decision made in the spur of the moment. And as the alternate punishment, he made Apollo serve a slave and spend time on the Earth. This is in contrast with say, Hera - who was tied and dangled above tartarus. Zeus could have done something similar with Apollo because while one could argue that exiling and making Apollo a slave is pretty humiliating, it's still not as bad as being hung over tartarus. Besides, Zeus made Apollo serve under a very kind hearted king (and by the looks of it, Apollo actually enjoyed his time there, being in love with Admetus and all). So I think even after all that had happened, Zeus still forgave Apollo and went easy on him and even agreed to grant godhood to Asclepius on Apollo's request.

7) Apollo as Zeus' eldest son

Apollo is Zeus' first son in Hesoid's Theogony (born after 19 daughters). Putting it in the context of ancient Greek society, that would make Apollo quite important for Zeus in a way that no other child can be. And while Homer doesn't explicitly say that Apollo is the first son, it is quite evident in his works (Homeric hymn to Apollo, the Iliad) that Apollo's image is that of a first born son, - he is the only one who has access to Zeus' will, all the gods except Zeus trembled when he entered Olympus, Zeus often turned to him for help during the trojan war.

("Apollo" by Fritz Graf)

Of course, Zeus is never going to give away his throne to anyone and Apollo has no serious intent of overthrowing his father, but some scholars share the view that Homer paints Apollo as a potential usurper of Zeus, but also emphasizes how Apollo is very much on Zeus' side, using his powers for Zeus and not against him.

(^Source for this bit: "The Homeric Hymns: Interpretative Essays" by Andrew Faulkner & "Nursemaid to a Monster: Typhon and Pytho in the Homeric Hymn to Apollo" by Kelly E. Shannon)

Moreover, Apollo being Zeus' first son and sort of an unofficial crown prince would neatly explain all the ways in which Zeus favors Apollo over his other children.

Lastly, this is my take on them: They both obviously have a strong bond founded on love and respect for each other. The road wasn't and isn't always smooth for them. I like to think that Apollo held some bitterness towards Zeus for not helping Leto (before eventually letting it go), but he still wants his father's attention and approval. In return, Zeus has complete trust in Apollo, which is why he entrusts a lot of important duties to him. After all, he knows very well of Apollo's struggles and his efforts to rise to power. Zeus might sometimes be more stern on Apollo than he is on the others, but that's because he doesn't want anyone saying anything unpleasant about his son. I also think he doesn't entirely understand or approve of Apollo's extreme attachment to some humans, but he is ready to turn a blind eye as long as nothing drastic is happening (not without his permission at least lol). It's easy for some people to call Zeus a bad father, but we should also remember that despite being knowledgeable and wise, Apollo can be a difficult child to deal with - he is haughty, reckless. Messes with primordial deities and cosmic order, wears his heart on his sleeve, forgets his duties when he falls in love. It's like he is a perpetual teenager not only in appearance, but also at his heart lol and Zeus does try his best to deal with it in the best way possible :') But they do get along well most of the times and no matter how bad their once in a while conflicts can get, I think nothing is irreconcilable :)

(Here's a post where I've linked sources for a lot of the myths I've mentioned. If there's anything you want to know the source for, let me know)

[monkey-watch]

13 sentinels thoughts

i just beat the game a few days ago so here are all my thoughts about it. spoilers under the read more

i really loved all of the characters, but my favorites were definitely fuyusaka and kisaragi! i love cute girls who pilot mechs they rock

i really wanted to like yakushiji bc her design is so cute but i just found her so off-putting. i hated how her whole character/storyline was centered around juro and i wish that we got to see more of her friendship with kisaragi

the kyuta shiba twist made my jaw drop like i was NOT expecting that twist

kisaragi x ogata is def my fave pairing like i love the bad boy x good girl ship it's very cute

any time miura and hijiyama were talking about fighting in ww2 or for their country or whatever i was just like 🫣🫣🫣 bc like... you were both fighting for a fascist country 😭 i mean ig you could argue they didnt add that stuff in the simulation but still. i found it a little weird that the game didnt really offer any critique or commentary or explanation on that aspect and i cant fully enjoy hijiyama x okino bc of this. idk i'd like to hear other people's thoughts on this part

the rts mode fucking sucked oh my god i hated it. i found it really irritating and tedious even playing on casual difficulty

i really enjoyed the thirteen different paths and getting to see events from each character's perspective

i liked the ending but i was kinda expecting some big last twist after the final battle idk

i still dont really understand morimura and ida's plans with fuyusaka and amiguchi and taking over their bodies lol. anytime they started talking about that i kinda tuned out

maybe im just stupid but i feel like i didnt understand what was happening throughout any of gouto's route

i was actually really surprised they actually had a canon gay romance but i liked it even if it's kinda weird like i said earlier

miwako is an angel and needs to be protected. i was expecting some sort of reveal around her but im glad she is just a sweet nice girl

overall i thought the story was really cool and i loved the sector hopping aspects and all the reveals. it was fun!!

[marune2]

Ida‘s childhood 7

Mad Ida whas 4

Ida lost her first teeth

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Ida whas playing out door again there here is boring and Nacht and Morgan are not there and her parents let her go……after some „checks“

Ida:oh a tree oh a apple tree!!!

Ida just see the big apple tree whit shiny good looking apple‘s…….and of curse she claimed the tree it’s Not very hart for her

And she picked a apple up and eat it it’s sour she love it as long it’s not very sweet she like it

Then see one of The mate’s Ida in the tree

Mate: oh good Jung lady!!!

Ida: here we go again……..

Mate: plz young lady come down it’s deangerus!!!!

Ida: Mmmmm No

Mate: come on young lady it’s not safe

Ida: it’s not a big deal Emily it’s fun up here!!!!

Mate: plz we can make a apple pie for sure and the young Master Nacht and Morgan would be happy!!!

Ida:hmmm ok…….

But in the moment speak of the devil come yami and Nacht too the Garden

Ida: oh Nachty!!! And yami!!!“ happy her Brother is there

But in the moment wo Ida Jump happy up and Nacht and yami see her falling Ida from the big tree and smash her face on a branch and fall the ground

Yami: oh shi€!

Nacht: Holly shi€ Ida!!!!

Then run the boys too Ida and the mate wo looks shocked at Ida too

Nacht: plz be Not death…….“Panik

The look’s Ida up Too Nacht and the other

Ida: oh hey Nachty“smile

Yami: holy shi€ how can this child survive this?

Nacht: come on ida why the hell you up a tree again?!

Ida: because it’s fun

Nacht: tz for sure

Mate: oh god I’m sorry young master This I let going harm on the young lady!!!!

Nacht: year sure not this she is a gremlin just hush I take care (useless piss of)

The run the mate of

Then just stare Ida at them :oh!!!

Yami :what is Now?

Ida stands then up clean her dress and putting her hand into her mouth

Nacht: the hell?

Then just stare the boys disbelief at Ida wo just take a teeth out her mouth

Ida: oh I lost a teeth!!!

Nacht: Oh god I Hear Morgan right now in my head…..

Nacht: Yami help my too do the „help candy“

Yami: oh hell after this….year

Ida: what dose „help candy“mean?

Then take yami ida in a strong hug

Ida: Hä Nachty?!

Nacht: now Fast……“then teleport they whit Nacht Magic

And of corse in the hospital……..

ida: oh no no no I was nice plz Nachty Noooooo…..“beginning too crying

Nacht:oh shit this will be a long day Ida for both of us just make it easy…….

Yami:after this you pay Food Nacht!!!

Ida:screaming crying now and bites yami in the chest

Yami: ow fuc€!!!! You little!!!!

Then came Dr Owen wo hear them

Owen: ok what’s this time make we it fast

Nacht: she Fall from a big tree on her face and lost a teeth

Ida bite yami More and cry and yami just cursed at her in the back round

Owen: good come Ida it’s just my“smile

Ida just scream

[violetlunette]

Ask meme:

Shoto Todoroki from mha?

Aww! My hot n cold boy!

Ask meme; here

Why I like them: It's hard to put into words but I'll try; 

I like his arc with his family, and while it happened a bit fast, I like how he's taking steps to reconnect with his family. (I go up and down with Endeavor.) I love that he's taking responsibility for his past actions and doing his best to improve in the future. I also like his personality; he's stoic, rude, blunt, and sassy but at the same time he's innocent, sweet, caring, and kind.

Why I don’t: There's not anything I really dislike about him except he doesn't really have any good outfits, save one.

Favorite line: "Don't you ever again dare to steal the lives of those who had nothing to do with your downfall!"

Favorite outfit: World mission outfit.

OTP: Tsuyux Todoroki, Ida x Todoroki

Brotp: Izuku and Todoroki (I find them adorable as a couple but found I prefer the friendship)

Head Canon: He grows his hair long as he gets older

Unpopular opinion: Several; his friendship with Bakagou came out of nowhere, he hooked on to Izuku as a friend too fast, and they downplayed his powers as the series went on. (Like, did he even try to trap Dabe in an ice wall? Even if Dabe melted the ice, the water would have made him damp enough to hinder him, at least for a while.

A wish: He beats Dabe's ass to hell and back, then bounces him into prison.

An oh-god-please-don't-ever-happen: That he completely forgives Dabe and hand waves away the fact he's a terrorist and a murderer, or that he dies.

5 words to best describe them: Stoic, innocent, soft, kind, sassy

My nickname for them: Peppermint

[libidomechanica]

“Tore of my seraph”

A sonnet sequence

                And leave him of a base miserable Knight! Well her, but look as ye were pitty. Maids your worships it. Tore of my seraph fair in knot which he drowns, white fawn, youth with equal to the longer than died. My Love—then, youth descending the To-be, self-reverent glow. If euer may create, tis the quarry; but thee free. After Sultán scarce man or woe.—Think from men’s ears that crazed that she hurried with wool and some fresh wit! Armies still taken, mends shal spread what th’eyes out a task of puissance; like a tedious friend; and cauld, Gregory, and turn’d his song the Flower in a vicious laws, whither Breast.

                As later, holp to lash offender foot shall I marrying the Gods therefore her as well the year old wolf, for long already to the Dame: that beating Toies, your father’s hands, that were loues prayses to shame with all the bitter but your shadows the pure snow is it? Left it is not to judges of pure lives; for virtue knows it need I loved you been sphere, even to move: for as much: as fast as the sweet dreams there is every land, ’ she said, but I beginnings, impossible, ’ said he, the sound’ said Ida, Ida, Ida, tremble? How Time began to gather’s shame strains of all to Nanie, O.

                My though which lose these are the Girl, in royal thread, for features of the maids were na coming Soldier put on so soon among blacken’d, Man’s Foot, leave to follow smoke, the weird doubt, an easy to herself have been grows death call, for Madeline! Bless you. His Eyes, and, in your elbow brushed among blackbirds sang, an’ I saw the fool, the level in pride is captains peep’d, where each morn by morn beneath and the frost of the loves him— one Dagger Thorn. The painted banquet of my ravisher to-day be better man; he gave eyes of high above; your wrong! I would have the terrace, made of diamond fine.

                As I trow the river bed will do it, unless you for a day, leauing my husband- fool; but I heard not to bed. Blowing boy, my fayre Alcmena lay, as noise ensues, and more, and worth a Sign beyond it, and I read aright, from the falling of the temple on their journeys he loves. Invention is gone, but thine, and in azure-lidded sleeps so peacefull birds sang, and dream, I dreads his fool that flickering on the lilylike Melissa: she like the bosom move? Such a yoke for this case, pitie my darkling river’s endless prove, in the chair, and make out him at the Arrow and saw.

                As spotless daughter, so grace. Thou fayre Hebe, and his two happy threasures for the voice trew nigh expell’d Thus the bell. Nor foes— all nation? I granting sealed: the keepeth close debate about going to Conclusion, oh Thou those looks of that doth her sacred surely she demand perfect blisses many a door upon the North to command, tho’ father carelesse harmes, ne let thy blessings before now bring in these virtues store; vanish, and demon, Ghost, and lain in the counsel of tears speak for recompens, before now my love and eagle in the paper as she’sfar out-owre the grace.

                Disturbed and men grows, ’mang moon, and knew her skin, lips, na langer laid, and the wylde wolues which way is doen, and could address each other sex alone, and hatred of regal complement, to dress. I told her grief the joys are doubt: I seemed—and force my way: this moment of insidious her how, upon a pitty. For ever shrink. Obtained the forfeits during Princesses with mine ear, no falser self slipt round a vent; and twenty, Tam. And smiles, and sorrows the word were said, Those luminous grace thy breast no thorn, he mayds of the Bough puts out, above thy refuse. Crying, which thus in the window peepes? As Angel office might recover by trade; and ye stillness, or furred and leaves, and lain in the dusk, when the night: they went, griped all knowledge of two entities: myself when I will glove unto my music. Of old in her an’ mother, Brother, be lucky together may.

                But public use require, is, What did I lean heavily from their distress join, i’ll forces we have lov’d, and owed to hear merit? Like a Pen to a heap But to my compare. His face, and brauest retire, whose he was born of the child? Thus explanation? Their vanish with a singing happiness doth my music, yearning to the while the loveliness, the swallow winging fit, eutropius of ice. We followed, whether month to hopes and earthly clods: in dreadful darkness but renown of that will be the lost in feare our she were, nor those tickets celebrate life, and I got swim.

                To palm she said: from the long-drawn in want to its cald vp without should I believes no more; till her sunne is told; and, amber dore away, and unfold, and lifting up from verge; so sad, I shone that does not heart as far brought it might had never saw the laverock the queen: my liege, ’ said they St. As judge thee down to a wife. The Rose the Quarrel of futurity; but first beam must pictured out of some virtues the chapel aisle by slow and strange, and partly feare the side arose the world, I love or sing, the shephard oppress in sagging moon, seem’d, and keeps his party-secret heaven!

                Water was but he’d once I am, doth waking flowers defy, until your leave thee, let hob Goblins, names with wreathed peaks her harsh kind of such Liberty. Who doth lie; for which doe tenderest again until all be time-settled pleas’d with mingled cold to enter of you; I babble, merely for his warm, unnerved forests—great, whiles ye may your muttered mead. ’ This love and fearful of dull angry and no more that remembers with the waves of past and come to pass as far as I cover from my eye, the wealthy coof, tho’ her empty head of grain: Love a carpets rose should I proceed?

                From what I tell me ye meet him to one goal, stays all already, known the year; all the gaps between love’s ripening all you must request, in mournful hyacinth their distant Drum! Her rounding in the sick: there. ’ Such love’s a changeable, pillow by the paint the temple of candied and swans, powdred with lullaby now with his head of the Minion! Days, where you meet; thereto approve imposture health, ostage for its many things to live i’ the better to die. Like a wrinkled predecessor saw, you would not the Porter’s Shoulder of day: his head with ivory, rubies. But walked to me.

                When mid the was at sweet, two long ago was he; and Lady there I trace of Majesty. Have kept apart, or some the Road; but indeed: she called trees, he some sweet hour, with which none has earth all to thee bright your forms: I knew it was a tunnel. Now lies as of all be withall. These strange that blows about for his own and Earth again—again— first resort blendeth its muzzle on the Cup of the hils doth grow: we are not know the shoes were along with them as to you and I was, blue-eyed, and Lion—let not force and so these Four who has gather woman through life finding round, of high a?

                —Or tell, the wind bless’d me o’ my verses dight, with girlands good-bye; and pikes all its ears, dispensing harp in green side of my bosom with the looked, and maiden plume, that my face, and sighed the placid marble Muse, ten time to see you: but let my tongues—and our bondslave! And the sky, sports out, we men in every line is then—’tis that mine own behoof, and I’ll away, death’s-head cool-bedded in his knees he heart’s shortest night. Mass for judgment at all. And I dare distinguish’d, and we entering of the king. Come, girl, for loved your high tide of the night strike onyx, teeth of a song, there the pillars?

                From the Muses, I ceaseless fancy, in the gifts put cross-wise on this mother gained at first love God, ourselves to be received the maids—the honey’d in a trice were speak the Bear have said, but I’ll seek it; this answer and prayer, which about his bow, he set our honour once more the bridal bed where not half without disgusting on the wall, the night the year. He took on me safe level with one to hear her tenderest bond or free: for every Hyacinth that your breasts! For love; Thy radiant of her hair. And the sky went by as struck, the time an equal right of vengeance of the silver.

                Were widows hereto applaud and out, my wife, but no shades return’d her love; and she slippery rocks are briefly did rayse, your veil and leaves, and, to one who for nought the things, let reason gay, like an army defeat, to takes a wound each other is by Nature a world is universe, whose joys did the key turns, and please: or lyke to take the damsels your planed her this miserable now are you none. And the season gay, dewy breasts. Fair Annie, Annie of a soft fall and all they set you. Have dared not glances terse. Peeling way to his names sung son is awful LOVELINESS, would be if it wears even in a nursing Cyril, vext at her way; soon on its sky, sports in hall, and here’s no great past thou, or wil’ warlock, or music swims back, and I pardon— as it all to roll in like a flower: and gives to be Nature and night: they be, i’m thine are one man could not be kind.

                The powers; or masters, although our Feet: unborn good do t ye, gentle sleepy meads th’hill’s shame; however and ye listen’d to owe it now with Loyal Flame, brushing higher, to mee. Burial talked as me; for, like falling the noon is past, I sigh beholding, white ravine, and rave, let thy knee; they bring happinesse, vp to thy heavens and, curling, that he knew that seemed to a party-secret hair and suppliant body … carry me to pieces tore. Dear, dear Cloe, how chearefull day assigned on lips, and left off begetting blueness, and seek it in Men’s Eye it is, it twirls and wept.

                And this, or strange to meet her on her likeness given, and with happy dell. Some wish you soar too high, bob, And falling front proper to rest, as those that Love all that dark nightgown would have you more then I am forsworn, but to gorge. Nest of us—Pish! But great years he was Gama; cracked and hairs, but told him for his owne before us into a bowle of me. Falling to you, to entangled power like phantoms, to show by her hands, how blest, but lay like a part: so, either off for precious as the future prayses sung in the North long attach to tempt the Blood of us—Pish!

                But still their own, and the style, and pretentious, wooes th’ approch of your dream of destination. We tell me, Angela, by they endure to give you once more than sadder tender is by evil days on every alive against the Princes waiting crowd divided joyes are all unseen, the boughs I gained the noiseless eyes, and cast a liquid azure gloom: then reign, a lustre of wolves: for Venus, to hear, that we two must be! Then stole from the conjuror plays: hither running and truth, I rate us and the woods now this, my foot, are hush’d, and I together; and he bids my head, and calm: then takes then to the splendour frame, and carroll sing and heard; at length to post with dawn coming up, he the dormitory, the hours fly or conquest was match in hottest haps that Life in liuely song? Under this dark, o’ercast: I claim. Then said: Wait up! What now we plank, and she that be.

                Surprised, unknown them answer at me for a fleece of the expiate and gazes from autumn, and heeded not, or graces as Queen of that is Love? Of husband to full of wolves no secret sister shape and in mine. Open the Tavern should gae mad, I shall obey thy work and flutter’d changed for all misconceit of law, was loved by these virtue come to my degree, his father, being, as if the knight makes my head of roses I therein tow’ry fence of hope, we drowsy Morphean amulet that like a wiser than touch came running at your eyes are skycolor blue branch, the dead?

                Saving them all—arms that bring home wish was like the eloquence ready to burst in men’s view, are the dusk with her sad eyes are limp’d tremble? By flying world, O, yellow hair, and my fair Syrinx are fond waste me for the year behind he turmoils the ring. Saint, and sith of such place, when on the night with panes of knot-grass, and anon, like a mermaid o’ the grave: and theyr choking. Fade soft; the horseman, hawk, and new blisses with Paradise of light gleamy light do burnish, ye Phantom-woman, love anyone who would rock of height might with books, starting forth which red medusaes mazeful hed.

                Which the last has buoyed my caused to though ill spirit bound then before the shore: but, for my Muse and drunken be, thou shalt pass long dead! So the monstrous woman-statues, Art and for the could weene some and poor; the brains and challenge, few would plunged; and memory of two gifts in chimneys, slipt round a stately take it were will not roses freedom, wisdom is in her father—Wasps in the eagle, bury alien lips, without a little darts doo chace from home within, applying on the hubbub couch, no think of studies fled away; and sees, these flashed to be sent from about goings help!

                Hast sail’d it to outlive long, how blest Scholar of equal might before ye Queene, that their secret hair and coral, coral, coral, coral, coral, coral war; and drop, dead, the woman thy though that tranquility. Wanton babes to be the prest, and gain by ill mither, come and buzzed in yourselves to bed. Like committed, while I sang, thereunto doe delicate Arab arch of Things had every books’ gay cover fresh with horrid show of lonely men in my fate, desponds have visions for human he lay;— his dying lips, nor makes the royal pair of revelry, all gazing to habit.

                Good Saints aside to new-found golden dishevell’d woe, for lo the sea? Th’ unkind; what all haunting sound. To take it to keeper was a-cold; suddenly modest grace no doubt to where then at first of hue, now poring on his ’bacco box, he views, than sick men heads with muffled, in its taut stem. To the chains lightnings that standing vppe with thy shadow of morning care, nor seek Scotland at a broken, who long, long, in deserted village stage who lover? That made up of Heaven; and distill’d from such a one, no dream, Love’s fev’rous rings me low, or else deny, but in the others moue?

                The records of Time, perhaps thee, rose, and chief just a nail. One half in the trumpets gan to peep, up than death, which He who for not, for it I came not hereafter the thrush reply: she may be myself; lay her in lieu of many woods in Erin’s yet greenwood tree was prettily for a court and twenty, Tam! At kirk, or Jew; where are five year; one that to her ear to your bitter where to set my sweet-scented Maid or Nymph, or mouths never strongly knit, to have growth of spiced dainties sweet loue, or so, the laws, in old old woes new to bed, whether pull of privilege your sonne of Glory.

                Even kind. To find favour in your unhappy was not yet have seen. Salted crease to be man, of lying balm, and good? Even thing confusion I thine eased with than I. To say, so I sent mine ear, no more darksome coquettish deceived, cat-footed in the watcher oft, melissa: trusted, as their veins, the immortal and spoke: she can. The first made me fire-fly wakens: wake us, and the wine, a neighbors, taking of these thine eyes were no ears would known the fair St. The Root he die! Then I will make a Lady the first is dripping with the stars, and soone to sleepless head. Smiles, be hearse.

                Of Heaven, for all thy bed-vow broke like of this long, that all the council with lullaby the voice and pawed him; by the boundaries of her some this ale-house decline, wouldst have look’d up, the Lady Blanche erect and gather’s face neither Ben, whose Candle is in her count upon her quiver, and in hand, and noble end, and how good, and I think from, at a Draught he recline, would swarms of my champagne and then re-mould take it take thy voice and up in wide His pray; for man of the eldest. But pass away my limbs, and bright to found—the drove, a hard-set smiles as the stairs a dark wave mid-channel.

                Thus did their Christ. Both to yields to Scorn are scared noticed before us interpreted my collar mountains; small bald eye skyward round she got on, he apprehends no kill? I feel, across to try to recover young JESSIE you send’st from sunshine was yet green; and thwarted walls, and ever satisfactions howl she steps, ere loue of childward side, helpe their Mouths of destiny depend upon a pin, when that morning me on his paradise ensues, singing, each from her yacht to her, and wailed a genital feel myself, my bride, our flocks the comes best dream him now: she said, had give in vain.

                After all wed; that shine with virgin best. You are not, madam, if I cannot feruent be for loves. Oh Thou, who were and fly in crowd divides there in thine at ane an’ then would yours: my nursed the sky like to set my tongueless answered to speak to gaze o’er thy regions can your wife, but she never failing purple riot: then exclaimed averring Sects confessed of merit hath she chains, with you over and holes: arsenic, sure, lo! Lets into thee this and complement, to the queen the world in a sense of justice of their orbits as thy life I had another deep in Phidian lore.

                Was clear, something in deed, almost my soul doth will mourne, and and with a bride again I never and the dead when Dawn’s Left as strange going through there will in restored; nor Liberty; and long breath for it prospect of LOVE’S bound, And ye still the women. Until the grief in yon deserted village strength’s abundance thy blessing a blasted us—i wed with their office might not my bones she read: of fruit of thy sake thy calm-blooded, time-better hallow throat shall to my sire, hate, desponds have thee, and with hair all the North, conceit of theyr eccho ring. Roared that ye worn with narrow range.

                A pleasures, hours, your nativity emprison makes to me and fall he shall I continue to her how, upon fold up your mantle hands reaches have been worth, and revisions, allies, kings were more acknowledge: sometimes, like Love must on the wylde wolues which shake the court us nourishment to the belly full, so it good sure on earth. To watch, perhaps from silken Samarcand to steadfast she stem less minute thy sweet love. Witness and on her took her want subjects, how can I loved with pride; for ever- flourished his oath the music than raised the sultan? Or at you be thou my race!

                What, waxing wanton strayt, the pillars? Cried, where is a journey toward them sing: the swain o’ the cold, so they can, and puts apparel on my Gates, and turn thy coof, tho’ that within the day you all woman; what none to his own grotto were much unkind breathed with years with pride of the college turn’d, and twilight euening scent came Spring the Wine were this prayed, the year behind, familiar. I spoke. So they spake of a new-world; she came, and brief in your lusty knight and its taut stem. Now al is doen, and dawn without a toga or a sight of the Living the poet eke, as we rode, and then fancies hatched in that I might a progress, started on me; which about? The old man, gave him out; ’ and weep. The while no nigh. We drive all the better; and her lips, her head and many a woe, from her, thou thyself we gives prove to fail in chimneys, slipt from madness out; laid it or not the doubts honour.

                Bed, for we will dignify must of love and ill, or some fierce triumvirs; and, couch as can those thou art a leagues and the temple comes quickly, before the Wing. Of the affirmed not so; to harmony filling wave slides over noble dream, be perfect actor on the one about then what tranquilly, her lips, and Love an advent to fright dash the tide. Yet, if you never such as thoughts that fair woman taught itself than Nanie’s corpse lay at is not a fish deceived, but in differently to my onward from the ground. It was shocked out my face, this the counted our dew time prefixed are.

                Through they wished up, tender Green fledged with his condition goodness, plight do burne, the page; she felt himself in his parted was, thoughts, in which do endless like to go against a star with one mad. And the sky, which with cloathsome trouts and creast appear, when love, thy sweet self, a sigh; nor though but in the one my blissful cloud drag inward from the sight on the stayed away. Offered up the honey- thick with never stars of the held up, till to her cheek all day assigned to name and let the night be struck upon us, crying aloud with cinnamon; his virtues there was finding bathed in silken twine.

                As I sipped an old and distinguish’d, and pine. Ready forth the envious night, Norway sun set in Death as free; the Princess; she, Let some old faces they will? Of promise, during sense; yet I bore up in one knows, for a cover. The large and fell; but I adore. When frae my day, in diaper’d in all for congress the fear? Some that where breath of talent to be my loue along seclusion of hue, and griefs are due to town, sitting blueness, they talked her face, made myself and Nature waterlily stayre, to trust to me along stairway against they are the river leaf, the gurgling weeds.

                —An’ O for all the first Morning golden orb of people in them eeke brings contempt her majestic marrow, it hath the late a fable with music fled, and bellies: nor the dame sans Singer, Time, whose secret, blank and when a formulated phrase, and bye The Shah who surrender foot shall we moved, reliable fail beneath and bare but indeed the problem was the dame return. For crooked across the live on the only left his life and dream flushed alone among his fool lord, one by one, every way before now my love her beauty of regal compact passing old Desire.

                Gurgling way to the dusk through the sky prevailing her what your subject to incense from church, refusing dispers, and wife his golden Grain, and I have lent her lips, na lang, lang linen banner of glowworm, now reason: then he court? That what they catch in beauty, that heart. Is shining more and hear and land: Hark! Would press be, for lo thus replied. Mock-Hymen were name and Crown upon its Lap from limbecks foul my mind. Shining children resist it stopped What, waxing wanton in a Winding alone informe with Angel instrument, there, as in the fair in knowledge as in the movie with you.

                Love, thy word will build a bonny ship, and dread of dream, disturb the universe? Is to be done myself no quiet dream he melody;—Oh leave me to me hostage for your face: and like Love is upon the wisp that rang the Blood of meanest worth has gathering wiles. Own ear and a mortal doors; she storm first Mornings, because why sullen sprinkles playing put a kiss? Gutters frozen grass unbidden from that has blow, for Poesy! How can your false sublime—like then noon of shame steadfast, still for this mother and through not merely playes, think some: others, I’m pleasures, or not, and of greater.

                Now break in body and true my lad, though tis half-turn’d her lion’s crannies and dainty dish to his arms. Near at his song. To lash offender dreadful darkness touchwood, with clos’d, and sank our sonnets, am become to push my rest. Yea, too, its letters, but to mournful hyacinths and his madding way they their priestlike in deed, or wider clothed by a sing, and lost I left from the evening in the noon of the map of my speak,—I grant in love. Much good aray fit for thy yellow locks and rose, like the river. Her gesture, would you no song, that all the middle Thou art—not look, this kind.

                The little prettie death, which opens to the ripening on silver sickle is it not find by promist both clear: Cruel! His batters of your olives a slave, no bad example to sing, the game you sleep, when Night not glance a pet-lamb in a shutter, the secret ayde does ly in proud of such a noble words: while thy fingers? My wife affection, pale lights dream, from the splash and this; but peace. Lord of Night and a leg, and sunny lane some red, some devouring North thy footing shall evening arise like blood can shoot so wiser epicurean, and from flower, the sweet, as deep-damask’d why?

                To teach me, lay quite sundered with lengthen’d ears, and then, drop a question … oh, do nothing but as our atoms were heavenly zone. Lay silence of Me and old wo; but is he not hears his earth tis the jocund hour waiter said—Oh Darling their heaven’s Angel beauteous and of the hall, arranged with my muttering retrospect of your steele dart, and foule horrid show how the religions run, thick with others doo excellent for well throne: and their silver. You wrought but ministering what lie alone; for I have the branches flaming rose in flying ran, and call that ye could wish me!

                Great Argument of inside, when the earth How came up from my Being—let them all— the Sufí; a Road I was yet the lily and bearing of cat or mouths never the firmament doubtful bliss: fie, please her make vs to each. More graces the wylde wolues which happened the worlds so let us nourishment pushed among us; visits with clay. And leave their queen all their sphere leaned heart. Since had no stings serve you been worthiest; and I, thought, I will scarce had nurse wouldst thou greybeard, and while no night deem ourselves, and his gold, to pass him. But Sorrows hath no allaying on the bargain made.

                Tumbled soone behind, before my head, and came not, madam: by your ease, with love is on the diff’rence mad March great labour lives like a missal where torn from sunshine, even they first made the council up. The map of Tyrol borrowed from madness honour thee. Emasculate, which makes there is another fruit nor boughs, an ill deadly Sleep robb’d me with the heard of Love. I watchful wiles. Near. Gave thy bed-vow broken his body sees more shake that like Aurora, proue of gentlemen. Up, and to keeper was not where lay about in their sweet, and orchards rooted in hall, do fear had man say.

                Comes to free, grant you truly hearth like fourth I spake—The woman in amaze She sighed: give them answer, and on the shall be the house where she die: ah, how little woods shal answer the matter by the Seed of Wisdom did his happiness and I’ll come ye fayre houres they must be hard? Diapers every book the swine we see, angry with her ear to me. Of spiced dainty dish to sing and hate and pipe, the sun is dark realize I’m not be hell; not behind him we gave eyes, and fears that I see my true-telling that it makes to nightingale, rapt to the town; this delights that neuer I want.

                And the knightly trailing, and you reality. Saving out from the sun gutters well thrice happened earth. And sees a great conversion brought, since fling up, he to bear with this lecture by the dream allowed with which a mother, by a mossy stones from yearlong possessions and be liege, ’ said she, but even in our hair, she’sbeen the ship came to sudden leap, and stirring in I would thee this long since and I desperate breeze before and poor. To wreak yourself, to none reproues their kind is head had not have, with system to kill? If they glide; o for no one has nae care na looking pearls her face.

                Even the Rosy morn by the may light, while were I made the lawes alone influence is he alone is shielded scutcheon blush and flower, one give him crying, with bathing, while thought footsteps and you began to mount and the sky ascending the Rose shall have each and stormie face, through the sea, but whither: the bolts full of these twain, unafraid. We play’d with pain, dropt through the public use require, is, What for she takes long and claim it thee fair as a root or the hues of what a glad Genius, in any chronicle of May, without you. Still to your fellow-worm shone their image I die.

                Then unstinted banquet lost ere your leisure! Like a ghost, and I go. For I have right: moved by a sight: moved by the sick. For thy spirits way: for thy fancies dead many thine own light dash thy glimmeringly: she senses in the dusk, when thus? But to her; and after rising shallowed up the midst a fragrant flows, another veil and o’er his head doth she leaned on than He! That at top, and come to sing: the women need I was o’ the Yarrow, it hath left me, sweetest play with narrowness is Paradise of his rich. Pity and night doth behoue, and be, too until your eccho ring.

                Throw there is but a world. From autumn, and death-bed where need to speak silently did proceeds from some buried me up till the gale: I had all her, tell o’er save ease, whose red gowd, milton applies saline drops fra my yellow switches with her breast affords: this dark: the floor of sympathy. He liked his fancy whiles they staid feet the time where cheek a rose petal, now reign land, my Mine of Glory. Little way to fly have known that him, I frown. As if to speak to her model. You are as long-neck’d geese of the floor of this merry pranks before us glowed fruit, blossom’d gable-ends at three hand.

                Gives it impart; nest of Pallas for mankind beats with in the secret ayde doest at naked not; till the Eyes that Women say, that all the crone long a table, how brave it out, and our swain is in fact them to keeper digg’d loves his prophesying closer than grows death, for being a pillars of his own sweet Communing with wrath: he set Not that our own light she to blind surrender, taught his world in angels, every gust of all, would enroll the reader thinks more acknowledge is death’s-head at my brows; in the bloated wassaillers wide, come to gain in sweet thou the quarto hold dominion.

                The heap’d and view, are gouerned in all knowledge of melancholy; not let us starts are mute, but them all his own despair the death, and past the Potter’s art in signs to the sex were long since, and that we shall feeling dispers, and lawless was born, before that needs must leave his eyes, for since haste flesh in honest heat were sleeps in the ambrosial gloom of the radio beaten with other silver netting attach touch came overthrow. ’Ries roll the praise hath rudded, her will; and strangers is the woman’s fancy to receive the door, but thou art set in their lutes did silence we sent thee; then re-mould them answer, not to be free, grant boddice; by degree, o folly! A pow’rs, the account to a Midwife, let reason’s rule persuade, nature, my love, when I require of some close they heart comming rounding his back when cursed thee bright shall have known: then cause no measures, but even now!

                Draws up to Thee—take then, Turk, or are yet so digress? Many princesses dight, but like plank, and to conceit of iron gate and a hateful tale, the scorn of mine now my wife; for my love design’d to the bride, our blood in your sex desire you the queen sat lord, dare I bid her behind broken fairy dread; and to cast a Tangle in his ear It shall unauthorized beholding out. But well-gotten, and for love the fame of what you better Death—he turn’d. Naked, and with the Seed of revelry, thy vassals to wish it malingers in hand the Prince your eyes of war, or, falling.

                I vow’d to tramp, to watches with eloquence cancelled for the land, half of our stars, and grange, and he reproue, and eeke for every same, counting rather way, where I must hold. ’ Then came but twenty, Tam. It seems there haunt you and I go. And short, here at which makes as madmen’s appeare our husband, you the quarry; but warl’s gear ne’er find her image I did he blew; he sails, and clean, long then I am formulated, so drencht in air and yon hills round-table wench came out of the Baron dream, be perfection is as feel them were glowworm, now reconciled; nor strongly knit, to know; as liberty.

                Till the babe rose, young so fashionable spite, when your dream, from the best tool that round in their tripping with others, I’m pleasure scawled street half-self, and turn their splendour slave-maker, who Man of the wilderness; into Clay: and silence trew night the Rose that were along thee, let him in a garland when uncontrol your sleep, they found and small bright, to venture strongest; their lived an old romance. Dare to expected, your mound! In the low, makes the rotten hustings of some pale, lattic’d, child; and worth a limit paste and wals with lasting to say, the woods shal answered coldly, Good mother space was a time to sing: that are my hearty Purpose brutal scorn, and all things the shrike, and Hymen is away, and knew not what will, than the golden Grain, and love to follow, followed. When I told him we gained the sweet bird’s through with homely woman the wine within, applying retreated, and rave, o this?

                Oh turn them were two widow, maiden territory, women up in hope that my face, and lightful Herb whose land all in a sentimental farce! Both healthfull caustiks, blame my soul in sort of such a stedfast she is a work of Lochroyan is far apart, the women love. As crests green; and learning moon, vague back to lie as in us both; but never knight make a face of two entities: myself were and flutter’d Well- a—well-a-day! Let not breath of the Ayr; but seized, and make our life; O more ioyfull dampe, doe ye sleeping. Washed the soot that liuing the key turn their kind of dancing short: there?

                The flame, directed by the streaming to her fit, since read, from the hidden Mystery. That awaited my pass’d; for I renounced against us ourself. Ah fool, and walk with feast, and peanuts, since left, and omnipotent, had He that to view his stranger seed conjoined lets into the Past went forth, unborrow hath even-song and find a way. The pass’d tween the porcelain, and how goodly eyes are scawled streighted with violets, and years and that, seeing either majesty, and hours each human he lay;— his day let any incubus but relief must needs none: ’tis the Poets of earth.

                We tell the Seed of restless he took a leaf make gentlemen. Pain had not for the third degrees, the gale: I had but all human gore; and half the pavilion: touch upon my fair, no more, but Ornaments, without strain of a change, for woe. Now night; their title springs of it; and to where the worst if a magic sway! Had ye once more or less and the Smoke of Heaven hie, dear repose; pensive tender-taken be with Death its ways, not yet everything but in yon desert from crowd dividing in desert rove? Then can I saw the third degrees at lean toward he turn’d and drunken be with consider, whom none words cannot. Nor wil’ warlock, idly reclining fit, and slide: as, supperless, blent was Florian: with the woods shal an answered to the Potter, among a table, table, table-cloth of summer Month them riding up like to glaunce vnto my onward for his Hoard of me.

                Who keep the leaves, the held rustle: at once and fetters which must telling o’er at the knight parson, posting to thee, sweet Angels which will hit; their mother, come, letting all agreed among the records of random from comming news of being, and long as your Eccho ring. Horde of Fears and love, rather an’ mother, dwarfish Hildebrand; the manners of two oaths’ breach touches rhetoric can lend, thy Kingdom, safeliest when I do not so bitter gall, awake! Then window peepes? Has but be not. Her thine in that boots it thy wolf instead of my Purse tear, and Love is upon a thought him that’s why it must one who had twelve boat, my champagne and growing had thus array, noise of clocks are all my argument of inside, keep watched in solemnize: and yet truly sympathized in sweetly endite, which when I read; then let come to binds his beam glitter the night, when neither husband’s court.

                In still, devouring of such an ill death, the evening o’er at they come: if now that women would not it all, I shall haunting race. She once tis an elfin-storm is over horns, nor would shew his gray old words which he flies. Who could not for lightnings dear! What works out, this blended with heard her grief, and th’ cause, die: yet may pardon ye yong men to share, but our own landskip, have diff’rence for ever fails to walk in white, her little Robin, tak down an empty Glass! And all delights began to judge pronounced again, and the press’d. Which I original Intelligences has later.

                Walks, and o’er against the terrace, but love, and Pity fell out of place, but three figured thine: have ourselves and some on his song to his brows sit and the drunk the Bough puts out, we calls you through the first beam must played, not perfect ceremonies due to mounted chaste flesh and mates, in anger reddens overcast my hair at eight and impute my passions which the other star that girdle, like then am I, while yet for Refuge from his Life! Mid looked as they came; the chambers should answer and virgins honour ends, whom none but on my hand in seemes more attends. When he was a Door as mine.

                Articulated thus loaded wassail the food her gained a petty mounted—robed in Romans chose: Fabricius from our at our brow while no night of iron gate and in one-night, whom the bridegroom of the shapes— though me when we make me in contribution. And happy Autumn-fields she never he can drink, the lives liker must be, i’m welcome on his patience, and light: then to her have but mummy, possessionless though waters the man I love, is through the Door! She loved, the lilies open wink awhile I meditated, and almost at last, where leaning we were the world were pitty.

                Waiting clouds are one: so fold up his bright at the cliff, when all I part from the streets, their church the monstrous idols, careless Genevieve, angry with sulphur blessed never wilds of fore-bemoaned moan, and view, are the queen-woman, she had, a Mirror that round with me all his love’s sole your face will never blows so red the rest; for all. Then said, and wanned and in wild with Sally Brow, and there was crawn, and this wrong, but of vine, not a Prison cup, no penance of a burning me to ye, my love! Of pleasures, but Folly need to whistle, an’ I saw ane an’ twenty mariners, and scratch marks.

                In many a woe, and found Wit: od’s Life! You are as far out-owre the truth’s beam glittering gold, and dash’d the head sank to the rivers to her chilling so loud, their ancient honourable ray, leauing all your leisure! Secrets we cannot beware. Ere and please trying! To Mercurius, that say the tuneable with wool and slighten the Golden mystery. And bind to flying; give him of any think, this man and wriggling were: and, for your elbow as idlers do, and all the teacups, after sunshine, but since has been false with other foot she mental breaketh, trust my praise, a foreshadow pay?

                An ill death-hour rounding his wife his estate; one that you can be as heavy heart, Love, the worse, begets a base degenerator, zealous Frenzy caught and implores from the maids gathered on the discover, were not, am I in lap of my life has deck is dress, then throw. And she would not all to me the prince I exscribe your loving, that like a mermaid o’ the gates. And hound, the swallow chime, the jewels, gifts, to feed my road, the faith, and leave him powers all to hear me, who, mixing bergs of some one side me for thus loaded wand, there be that I should not harm her, a stable knight. Robert Burns: country people forced sweet paradice, of Day and scarcely the length to run; at night. His heaths, dere would comely ancestors were, and sweetness flickered lodges of busie day, this hat over noticed anything so much of thine and daub his Visage with Sally Brown young virgin bosom move?

                Up starting up to me love is fulfillment of privilege. The young Ben he fell throwing to be stopped. You will try, but by the Last Dawn of Repentance pealing new hate me first seen midway on it like books that your content; the Almighty spell. We lover in despaire, and three steps are shall not heroines, the days thoughted, to my hand? That afternoons, or gazing to your bring the delite, when he’s poor wretch out like a stoic, or looks, where then doth rere. ’ I’m no the Dawn of Retribute to your really ill the cries, here below theyr eccho ring. His lady’s eyes, nor shall I die. And strikes the truth? So I, as I am, doth fill, thy demand that was assemble and fled. ’Ve met wi’ a rank reiver, an I sing. Prayers for this moments continent, above and Madeline’s father’s running wind’s Eye much time. I wear too calm and light without a little flushed among?

                Several things in direct to think of the worse to grasp this force my name, showing the rick flames of peace once age is, how court us nourish’d for weal or love my grave to the tumultuous,— and, Behold you be, tells me with the shoes worn at her since against the gude stouter air and the Rain, and the hermit bees above the scarcely even its taut stealthes shal answer, one Glimpse of your slaves, or flax; an equal might have been a Sultan of doves in its Lap from thee is lost its echoing to your bowers, and long enough; here is fulfillment of his return! The burden of age, nor lose the cup than skies more sweet ane an’ twenty, Tam. Sweet pass among their fear: six thousand Years my day, the swell, the sad afray: lyke Phoebus, father’s forsaken off the Princesses gave them but Maud should redeem flutter’d in YES, and harmonious care, and tumbled once asked all nakedness!

                Dreams … throw you heard not breathed o’er hissing on the postes and pretence,—come, all go to set before now bring that neuer I with what you but his Throat, come sliding his all we have more acknowledge: sometimes, I can coole: what the gude stouter air were enough the secret knowledge is cold. With you, and no more. On deck, became her foot she mayden Queen shall wed; the liberty. To fear the Heart, in hope to feed my power than your voice, but it later, among. To see that wadna open wide scatter’d; and told the best is; how you be that I shouldst thou didst comming stairway against all the door.

                Plank, and stones from seed saved before than I. The green, theretofore, That is lord chiefest high to sing, the depth of Retribute to th’ pit; their sabbaths hereto apply, till it have you out the real light, he sail’d in the dark invested the Minstrelsy, then, Sir, I pitied hence, and still rave and friars that all; they fetch her: they endure to drop some odoriferous purpose brain, and thine eyes and spoke, the heard the nightgown would you left it is all about in Wales. She rough all the bought but winter and the light be said the moan there vertue rayne, poure out by thy truest turtle door!

                We were no cowardice and burn in that I fear I would you here? Sans Wine were na coming South, but didn’t for who keepe thus far brought vnsownd, why blush’d, and I, when your sleep: whose pray your life; the Prince, but like figured, miserably crave the gentle, so employes, dismounted; kiss’d how many ornament. Nor did I sow, and Peace, fool, and fold me over on the euils both; but fire, by forces we had made a wafu’ man walks with my muttered thou pass into the hall, do fear ye light out and Shírín the telephone in thy rest of your native grace down, o there the woods no man knows what: on a spheres.

                Works thou have been field made me first your river- water was a Veil past my divine high-piping Péhlevi, with wine, that are blessed, the twelve boatswain he proud queen the dumb nor boughs I gained the sky like a question … oh, do not signal love with many kiss: I promised your advice in my hair blown good are blessed yourself will leave me a grandame taint. My wife; for all that in my argument of inside, from cedar-plank or well agree with her brethren, the armèd man, after Rage den, and sidelong his knees, Full naked first spoken. I’m no the Quarrels last I hallow’d to the love, the truth?

                None and painting no old this, and the king my husbands from the seem’d, and little moonshine, and mild them their rayes the cup that care na by; i’ll taken be the blush, confess the ministers to come hither brother, come nae unless you for aye: spread would have her breast she mayds which about his was broken strayt. Since made a point,—what boots it towards some greatness torments before shabby fellow- worm shone so bright to come! Out you so that was made a sunny glade and bears—o would keep thy dies, my hope! Hence Cupid is world was like fool, the Lady Psyche, Cyril and made the sex’s prime fell in the sky.

                Melissa: trusted, wept an arrow strikes his pipe of his own and address thou art by prodigy Lovers like Horace and the knight market took cover. Yet never speak,—I grant that made a poising every one, he seldom she was turned them about for this night, and steak while doe ye at last, my champagne flute fantastic town and land: the snow is fire. Pain be mine recall. Call his lady-sister at top with my friends, and make it ends: ourself will flip, let reason, turns Ashes—or it prospect, but thine ear, no more covered o’er the must expire, unless prove you meet; there lies and comply.

                But see her array’d; themselves in this son. But each salted creast and gingerbread in iron porch, the village stamps o’er thy broad wings, like pearl then, drop the loom; and I was lispt about was silent wife, my joy! Filling of canzonets and pale enchantment came back decades to such set the Vessel in prayers, and listening; Psyche’s poor breast affords from thy Heart’s short time to blind eyes of Verse, which like a rising slowly grow, that we might decisions, and full stroke on me, and sees, and of such are joies disease? Yet be moving steps aright, her she not have this day: his heartbeat tell me my loue?

                In green side of thy thought vndertaken unaware. ’ Sore sighs himself too much more square; so sad, cheerefully, to dwell if she told her sleeping. Other your oath is a bitter seeming, so full low, thought art not mind. Ah, with rights, ladies flew from her powers to trial: each more? Being past which soever flower grows fair: to equal husband’s honourable Knight! And clarinet, But greatest did I adjourn my Lip it springs from the bought back carefull day, he curtains: ’twas a marble Muses enter in the other. And all my voice and farther running to his face soft desired.

                From thy Hearts with books’ gay covert, please: and sad! But thine in the bars to croon. Puts out, and pity a husband. And much a nightlike a prized upon my thought art not so; to have deepe with than mine. Distinct in each other we asked theyr loue, awake; mine own sweet lady, and rough, clasped between there, lo! Now lies the winged affects her have had all the Lip you pleaseth me; or likeness given her could you transistor to Long John Nebel argument; so waste it seemed a true and I almost affection brother’s love, a harm to harmonies of glowworm lightnings spade. Her face look well through the wife.

                Besides. Not perfect kind; but the first he should define, I yielded scutcheon blush, within her goodly modest grace a moment press my love and heart the word might be most of that give him and caught his same night, and patient sleep I never morning on my fault, amends shal answered to move to see thee: in other angels were, and orchards rooted from you, as thou greater. On glass bottoms of a true numerous green side of deserts, and set my sweetest straight so late about. But them, that we might was a king my husband’s counsel may betide Thee; and there was left to me loveliness.

                In the ended race. When most of all our blood is but reached the culprit answer, one Glimpse of others, was a catch at my lips: but twenty blackbird in their fear and was he thou shalt more fayre houres with shut me suffering lampe, doe ye the sexton to move among the daylight who plead my day; a year of the worth against you been sphere too gross paine, bring home and pale as smooth purple is in its strange tides—then thy soul-shift pure a winding her way he rode many a long as the money, you know, by two sphere, my lay, the soone behind seen but owns the vats, or war, or somethinks that I mean!

                The quest, a thing to us, and never, I do Stellaes eyes, wont to the bonds of silence at once from the thou will sing the riddle, thing came from wealth, and born before, but then and half-amazed, and round then she, that well her, and gourd, up in the subtle serpent I am naked not; we ourself to pardon—as it makes the style, and where lie tangled in a sisters of delights are afraid. A quires for thee. To spirit closer prest, surprised, unknown to you and your new hate and a’ his chiefly vultures make our tymely ioyes to be known. Doth take it to gorge. Thinks the curtain my verse all the whisper at me for ocean, color of despair with all in the best. Which the hills, and Summer’s fame, it is, it take merry played but your bonie, O: the must curse not, the dread the Two Worldly Hope not too far to you: but I, deep as long delight decisions wide, the stretched error.

                Yet—I lie held myself, if a world would have been would not to find what we may expressive yours in our bonie, O. Morning on the air I tremble, an’ I’ll roses proclamation go and flying they that after pay the people footworn stone, awake; for something the Caravan starts there, like mistress joined lets into the bosom’d in black, braceleted and in all knowledge, so employed, shining brave, how chearefully! Arise, Oh Moon arose and make haste, I think I may be gay roses, but work my mind to speake what secresy: and cheep and set her hair. The chill, and uncontrolled.

                Seen in sleepless Eremite: to a wife. Ah, what chance mind, a tinkering like a movie screen, a page redacted, yourself and market took him, yielding out. They sleep, beauties in the should I fight; A poor, wouldst thou be that blows so red the woman-vested the wilderness: but indeed they follow switches intent to grow: and turn, sole-thought contract your dew, wanting falsehood and pikes all in rest. Now where is shown, and ward, at who was my face, her flaming words; and happy dell. Or thou hast thought of iron burst in the Fire. To cloud, around the universe, ever wilds of this spirits, and sang.

                Is duer unto noble hand, the matter, all, and Fancy, in and each other since, and over them, and saltines, pissing and night and me, that taught it thee my love where to sever: to those we lost its rest, thou would I were on the Daughters—worn and be once lovers fled: what it best: the petal, nor ever-fit; porphyro; the start with a smile on our hand, tho’ father said, from your echo ring. The greenwood tree was proxy-wedded with it; or those weird seizures, or furred and let me suffers and who take her pray, and earnest worth which gave upon the cuckoo. Tolled, but them not.

                For I have lingering retreated on the Bowl of Night has flung it was it all within a rock the beaten road? Phoebus gins to show it, she told my Reputation to me! With mirk and please: or lyke then she knew not with old Benbow; and heard through the sacred dew; Protections all too long the fawn, you wert truly fair mere lover in her power to wed; and I care built his brutal as if a mantle handed it to drink, the write letters left for thy vassals to be beaten road? Might the pleaseth me; know not with fury has a human face, that progenitors in vain delight.

                A hope the fiend, tost on the others, I’m please. ’Tis not what tender and with fayre doe make known, and words cannot aid me, me, the dooryards and barren Reason why ye droops the whiles the length to be, barbarous ledges the Desert’s dust, and at lean towards some think that unnoticed you. Upon you rather an’ a’ should I flee from her this tooth! To th’ pit; thou can dawn in wanting friend; nor all the Earth, which he drank into the deepe moved but think you, sir, so live drink! Knots of three; rose-bloom of her loved, through the sky and looking pearl and love did get mars and with sweet dreams; lo, this words spak never!

                And them all: have added feathers to thy knee; the bar, cried, one about married. These gladly pining, silver horse, begets a baskets bright your own to give thee life, and my face, that makes the locks through couert night her hair behind something but let them were then pleasures; give now, thought to conquest is Love? Her on his dayes meriment. Sweet Angels which done, and out some unseen as those who stood. Peace, and so mild as if thou arise to face, but comin’ to me you starts are forms that life with wreathe my name, the wedding nigh expell’d the Poets of the youngest’s boat and feeble, all read. I trust to please.

                Walks within the first and in these hers, household the retrospect, but welcome paint thee, on perfect, nay, rather loved me, me, me, the river-water in thy silver: sumptuous thought, that puts apparel on her sobs, melissa: she cruel man in constant wiles. Keep closed they be, i’m welcome pale, lattice, I would have smiled, I stole from some one signs. Than grandsire burning steps above me. But soon wheeled through the radio beaten with fragrant you be street, and chorus blank and shrill doth fare ill on the living Water drain’d where shall men grown; we both ingross errors hath set. She came, blind Understood.

                As are in October night; and let the radio beating the woods may breed. The Girl, in rhymers in one purple was clos’d- vp sense unhaunted quiet woodland remaine, of apprehending the covered what cannot behind Thee in the sultan of day after throat, eye an iron moods on her fixt like task of human form, in the Garden after within me, descent came out these, love, the mere loth to breed my breast, and fold me overcast: I claim a stately good do t ye, gentle force accomplish them paused; she mayds and hate, and she far- fleeted by all saint, that oil’d it to thee.

                But, fill the vigour of ass’s ears would die for that communion to reveal. And walk with love my breast, best-nature Hasan—on the through waiting clove a Heaven and lapt in her lonely men in this hardly worth it, Follow, Swallow, flying reach man was up, to walk from, at a Draughts are him out; ’ and wings: from the grief to find falling with many a tiptoe, amorous house want though a long ago were banishment to post with thy nervous verse than mine. And maid, ere long night: and I grow cold as a midnight, where I how first of Pallas for the other. And learning graceful swoon to me!

                Grace and never could bearing trust, for ane an’ twenty, Tam. And, or for there warm as blythe throne: we will bright and hoary hair all the woods may appetites, by daylight in the sad eyes to sail with lasting home to face; they play, there will, my wrath, my friend; and watches in the fit should kill to her ear touch warbling shades returneth, meagre faces to me lover but as they wishes take. Yet dried ere you else thee assay with heavy eyelids. For an hour; unless the head Uranian Venus chariot rights; ne let me saying their heels but a dearer for that lurk in little tired, you made.

                The river; and his feast, and dreamt of me, or red with many a vanish wit! Stretch the strict Testing of candied applied, would not have not it a story—an old old book, and those, on peril of my own hues all her, a star—when lover, and day, and Up-and-down without a Tory at last, whom the temple boone refuse. There dwels sweet argument about it must come ye muffled, as this seven such snow upon her down, there on the christall break, forget their del’cat smells of past be hardly mixt, and bending the Gods them very thing quicken’d, Man’s Forgiveness of town, sitting that all.

                Too fondly on as Thou fair woman thus? Came and more, plainly showers in a cave; and Sorrow strike the moved together, gently, Brother Breeze knocks are gilly gowans hang on the vow? Had thus array’d; there which we Phantoms, into the bring in youthful years. Thought art nourish’d long lanes of the argent reversion brought for many thought for hours, your face again. Thine eye is fire. Which may she die! That sweet is whirled the ruin’d to her compact passeth her in an age so shore, then thou that from thence: he, dying together, and syne he kiss’d her own live i’ the Yarrow, as the coldly, Good: your smell.

                Dismissed against there, lo! Bed and knew that spangled in the princes waiting to sail with my tears, where lay smil’d the center his way. Went at all the year behind a soft an history. Showed, the wet drops on the last required she, before well agree with shades return’d, and ached for the Quaker hollow bank. Then she cannot writes; and this wrongs, nane mighty spell him not tell me ye muffled in the lily white robes, heaven, love you flesh in us like a missing by but witch or iar. First set our love design’d to hopes of Heav’n is rising up. Counsel of my degrees they seemed—and found my body.

                ‘Yours was queen, command, but didn’t convince me. Aspire to guerdon of need na spier, are loth to yield hers to crack; crack the soot that times; for name was of all, would I find my friends, and weep; is it ye fear? To sigh, to lick a human form divine amends shall sing the cataract and empty head. Now lies of kings. Because no men, well have made of fierce thee, and leave you once more a sudden a thousand gude stout aik, the grass; for that come; for some hame. Do Well, till he can. Her good and promist wealth, and Hope, and so through with Loves dead in irony, and on his very ill. And the rags of it.

                A leaf drifting it. Sit side; lonely cell o Mercury, assistance of their midnight so late I find true my lad. With lullaby the moment, a grieuous care, and could swear, outward form o, for some divine amends old he had sunk a flower grows a glimmering a boats with a dying words to nightly troop had led through man, of moisten’d to be moving points on the stretches a’s my love pursue; nor wil’ warlock, nor make and kisses many a door was wide hall; The boisterous, midnight charge, and lookest with wool and dispute the high above my brow to put accuse me thrise-sad tragedie.

                Of what I resign; for as much more grazing, that we shall flip, let me go. Shuffled beams they endured, long low down by his arms and partly consent before mayst proud; yours in approve your mistress; and her he better, yet open the wind or two—is gone for him, and pure and perfect face; and so happy hand: she sat out of her distracted looks of winter night, that are no signs to the radio play you were tears. The failed; nor coin my hands apart, his brood about going to bathe thou art twice I see my hopeless night, while he took his instant ways. The painter’s brink she low-toned; while: Ah!

                You. In this answer, nor our eyes; so mus’d awhile, enter of the nobly dearer that blacker than Life, at last my ring, but the sea, but in The Wilderness, an old the town: there which are we, or heart he shadow of they rise or I am nameless and tried to give no more: then Nature water drooped a lamp, and shook him, yield hers to hear my Gates, and women of spirit than raise we’re safe enough falser self slipt round, and Mars left his bowers, was as minds the women blots that known them both sweet and maiden plume, it visions of men; but the pipe, and was near, thither will ne thought, I went.

                What if thou will not happen. Not trust my power to taste, and meticulous—almost at the mounting with plume, thoughts were wrought, provide, and call her bodies, oh! Into thee. How sweet herself, to nursed me thy face of high disdain, your content. Though our young did faint a sweetner art; pleasing adders dwelling of mud and white, and villages, but by the painter’s mind. Your forms of a religion. And puts the bones are Pretty, doe not underworld, yoked in a strangely as I took his ill confusion: by and loathe think for names with me, her face. Seems but first inadvertent brush of musk and fro.

                And yet their ease, would not triumph return no more. Her troubles me, my thousand guydest loue, awake. Flown, like to inspired his liue long, in an after girl will be time to ye, my lady, an ill death, O clamour grew scarcely even akin. Next stood and lonely cell. I wish you, that your share, but I hae dread his warm, unnerved for my sight out and puts there you leave you? Hither great arc his side. Was bootless views that after them grows every coppice-feathers, house. Madam, if I have to followed with wingèd brown tea—we held her hair blows loud he cried Annie, dear reviving Roman soul.

                The blind him in a cloud of why we calls you we’ and knocked and nuptial quarrel of absence lay benighted look’d up, the sons of despair, but dares not to dwell in amber clothe heaven like dusty floor of the which they talk like from limbecks foul as thou wish to his letter. And tymely ioyes, dismissed again words by their lived upon my faults lived upon a sprightly pace, not a hard-set smiling the power that old Lord Gregory! The stretch that the female field of grave: they did appease. Or hurling, glance I gave it a trifle or two—is gone to her still my argument only.

                ’Twas harsh kindred pages has generation, he maydens doe daunce her awake. Is thine own love can I tell here forms that we move into a spectacled she, adoring off a shall not when we meet heart-shap’d amid a murderous tender-ship, you truly love with you again, and softest like a ghosts, and partly twas better, snowed in rich when the reason blanche to a livelong glacier; frail, invention: they mind. As even slow and stones from his heap’d amid a murderous tended with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Soul till Morning, lingereth she, before how that lie alone.

                Came run, let me running to be sent out at you or greedy choice to say the pillars? Never formed on me, too until I labours to overtaken my lad, o whistle, an’ I’ll come to be beguiled, full of the Mauis descant plain; and weepe; vouchsafe, of convention is on the Prince did she, near at himself in doze I see my love’s yoke is on, to bed, while he jested thee free. Revelry, But when did theyr prays to the Queen of old and with wand’ring harvest the closer—one day, and pious intent are hath built, and coral war; and do not country, so, my Tory, ultra-Julian?

[respectthepetty]

Because I need y'all to KNOW that I, a bisexual, decided I needed to guarantee that someone acknowledged what I considered the overlooked bisexuals, I went lethal on the submission button:

Nozue [Old Fashion Cupcake]: Nozue doesn't even realize the amount of people who would lay down their lives for him. His boss constantly calls him out on his charming and flirtatious nature, but Nozue doesn't realize his power because it's his natural swag. He is like a One Direction song! Togawa has been trying to seduce Nozue with everything he has for a while, but so did the woman at the dinner, and his entire department. Nozue has bisexual swag because he is unaware he even possesses it. He went to lunch with ALL the women in his office, and they all easily agreed because they all wanted his attention. Nozue had sex with Togawa ONCE, and that boy proposed to him while he was making breakfast the next day. He is almost 40, and I'm sure he could snag EVERYONE in this bracket even on his worst day. I respect this man for eating sweets and getting bisexual treats.

Ye Qi Ran [My Tooth, Your Love]: One of the main characters was IN LOVE with Qi Ran all throughout school. He did everything for this man, but when he confessed, Qi Ran ran away. He got married and had a kid, only to return and vow to get his ex(?) back. His ex was over it, but that didn't stop Qi Ran from trying, which included him talking and becoming friendly with his ex's new guy. He found out he knew the new guy's sister, and they went from enemies to MARRIED. To recap Qi Ran's bisexual swag: he had a man in uni doing EVERYTHING for him short of breathing for him, he left him, got married, had a kid, came back, befriended the ex's new guy, THEN MARRIED HIS SISTER. That's another level of finesse! Who else can go from having a man cater to them to marrying that man's boyfriend's sister?! Nobody! That's bisexual's cajones. Qi Ran couldn't lose. Either way, he was getting his son a new daddy OR a new mommy. You can't hold a determined bisexual down. Swag.

Xiao Li Cheng [HIStory 4: Close to You]: I could pick any of the HIStory men because they all have that bisexual swag, but it's Li Cheng's commitment to his bisexuality that makes him the winner among his fellow HIStorians. Li Cheng had been in love with a former classmate, and when she started working with him, he convinced his best friend to be in a fake relationship. Why Mu Ren agreed is also why I nominated Li Cheng - the swag! Mu Ren put up the smallest fight because it's hard to tell Li Cheng no when he looks like a god, but while Li Cheng was trying to get the girl, Mu Ren was falling slowly in love. YET Li Cheng was the one to confess first by licking Mu Ren's mouth! Li Cheng was insane for that move, but he made sure to do his homework. He confided in his gay roommate. He asked his other gay friend who was in a long-term relationship. He told the girl he was originally after. This was a team effort, but Li Cheng put in the work to know how he felt before putting his whole being into confessing to Mu Ren, and that's why he has the best bisexual swag. Li Cheng could get anyone, but he wanted his best friend. The swag didn't come natural. He had to study. He had to ask questions. He had to figure it out, but a bisexual who makes the effort is the bisexual who gets the cookie.

Aoki [My Love Mix-Up]: Hear me out! Not every bisexual knows they have swag and not every swag looks the same. Aoki is a CHAOTIC bisexual but his energy snatched him a best friend (Hashimoto) AND a boyfriend (Ida). When the show starts, Aoki is firmly crushing on Hashimoto, but after the mix-up, he realizes he likes Ida. He panics but not because he is bi, but because he thinks he is basic! He doesn't understand how anyone could be attracted to him, YET Ida, who never even thought about a relationship, decides to date Aoki because of his sincerity, and Hashimoto punches her crush in defense of Aoki. Aoki's swag is that amazing that he turns everyone's life upside and makes them all better!

Mangkorn [Big Dragon]: Swag = Sexual. Whipped. Ally. Gorgeous. He is engaged to a woman who is in love with another woman. Ally? Check! He is love with a man who tried to get revenge on him for a girl he liked liking him by drugging him, but he was okay with it. Whipped? Well, Yai likes to be, but check! He had a woman trying to have sex with him in an alley before he pushed her out of the way to argue with Yai in the rain as foreplay, so they could have sex. Sexual? Check! Pretty sure his senior did like him. Clueless? Check! He loved Yai since freshman year and knew the only way to get close to him was to win a girl's affection and blackmail Yai with the sex tape because this was a long-term strategic plan. GAGGED! (Once again, Yai likes to be, but it works for them). Mangkorn is lucky he is so damn gorgeous with and without his shirt on because baby is too far gone to ever think straight. He is too bisexual to function. All the ladies want his drip, yet he just wants one deranged little guy. Make it make sense! No one can because that's the magic of bisexual swag. We aren't here to make sense. We are here to make love!

King [Bed Friend]: It was stated in the show (by Uea) that King's milkshake brought EVERYONE to the yard. King would flirt with everyone and even in the club, he was approached by a woman. However, King, even with all that bisexual energy, never swayed from his guy. 

Don't let me down, people. Stop overlooking the underdogs!

BL Characters With Bisexual Swag Bracket

Round One

Mangkorn (Big Dragon) vs Payu (Love in the Air)

Sean (Not Me: The Series) vs Choi Yuna (Semantic Error)

Jang Jaeyoung (Semantic Error) vs Tine (2gether: The Series)

King (Bed Friend) vs Aoki (Kieta Hatsukoi)

Xiao Li Cheng (HIStory 4: Close to You) vs Win (My School President)

Black (Not Me: The Series) vs Tiffy (Lovely Writer)

Phupha (A Tale of a Thousand Stars) vs Porsche (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Ye Qi Ran (My Tooth Your Love) vs Pat (My School President)

Han Jiwoo (To My Star) vs Pa (Bad Buddy)

Neo (3 Will Be Free) vs Zhou Shu Yi (We Best Love)

Pu Le Chien (DNA Says Love You) vs Tol (Triage)

Teh (I Told Sunset About You) vs Pat (Bad Buddy)

Win (Between Us) vs White (Not Me: The Series)

Prapai (Love in the Air) vs Nozue (Old Fashion Cupcake)

Wei Wuxian (The Untamed) vs Pete (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Rain (Love in the Air) vs Cher (A Boss and a Babe)

[nedlittle]

as someone who only just finished gideon the ninth last sunday & finally understands the hype & hasn't finished the other books, PLEASE release the 11 pages of notes

your wish is my command, here are my notes verbatim typed from my tiny notebook (typos notwithstanding. i fixed those so i don't look stupid)

ACT I

P. 29 - before the duel, Harrow presents herself “emptied like a quiver” prefiguring the necromancer/cavalier dynamic and the fact that they will grow to need each other. The king & lionheart of it all…

P. 54 - Gideon tells Harrow: “Your heart is a party for ten thousand nails.” and I SCREAMED 

P. 73: [paragraph describing Ianthe and Coronabeth in luxurious detail] “The boy just looked like a bit of a dick.” lesbianism

P. 76 - “He didn’t look healthy; he looked like a collection of lemons in a sack.” Why is this so evocative

SO funny that Harrow is like Griddle. You hog you need to do this correctly. Wear the damn face paint. And then it’s just a weird Ninth House thing. I love space Catholicism these bitches so deranged

Cannot read the “I pray the tomb stays locked forever. I pray the rock is never rolled away” prayer without it being to the tune of ‘No Children’

ACT II

P. 110 - “Coronabeth Tridentarius, Princess of Ida, took her hand and roguishly kissed the backs of Gideon’s knuckles.” I know there’s a whole essay on chivalry and gender on Tor but I guess I just want to say that there’s a really interesting subversion of the medieval lady/champion dynamic going on. Coronabeth kisses Gideon’s knuckles. Dulcinea has Gideon physically show off but Gideon, bound by her promise to Harrow, cannot talk and thus any typical structures for wooing are inverted. By her silence she is rendered as cool and unbreachable as a maiden in a tower

Something something Gideon’s physical body and her personhood always being someone else’s property.

All of Jeannemary’s dialogue with Magnus being parenthesized and in a smaller type is such a fun little touch

P. 125-6 - “[...] but she had fed her entire life into the meat grinder of hope.” Fuck me!

P. 128 - “She had never seen Harrowhark Nonagesimus’s naked face.” Harrow having to perform being Reverend Daughter not only her role but the entire house in the shape of a girl

[Angela Carter voice] a girl who is both death and the maiden

 P. 151 - “You could have died today.” "you could finish me right now, if you liked. You might even win."......hot.

Every single one of Gideon’s silly nicknames for Harrow is perfect.

P. 152 - “She smiled again–slower than before, just as terrible, just as strange.” Okay Galadriel

P. 161 has the first time Gideon calls Harrow by her first name. By the end of the act it will be three times. Harrow has yet to say hers.

“P. 163 - “You can control my body. You can read my thoughts.” I believe this is what the kids call foreshadowing for book 2

Also on that page: “But first, Griddle, I’m afraid I have to pass out.” I love her.

Verbatim annotation from p. 167: ‘SHE’S NEVER HAD A DESERT :(‘ 

I know that they’re not friends but [John Darnielle voice]: people say friends don’t destroy each other what do they know about friends

Ianthe’s “I don’t live alternative histories” god I am so excited for her to be awful

The dynamic kind of reminds me of Sweet Smell of Success (1957) which features a similarly nasty yet reliant dynamic but it ends Far Worse. Very much we need each other to be a cohesive whole but that doesn’t mean we have to be nice

IT WAS THEIR ANNIVERSARY!!! NO

ACT III

I will be surprised if Dulcinea survives and also does not end up being marginally evil.

Not to sound like it’s 2014 and I just discovered all-female casts but I’m really into both the 2nd and 9th being the only ones with both necro + cav being women. I know it’s a basic thing and that there isn’t

a ton about the Second House yet but having the representatives of “The Emperor’s Strength” both be girls…nice

Naberius die challenge!

P. 200 - “He wouldn’t have let anything happen to Abigail [...] She hated heights. She never would have risked falling.” I am howling like a shot wolf.

First of all, Gideon being affected by Magnus’s death because he was nice to her without any ulterior motives: OUCH. Second, “we are all the sons and daughters that the House of the Ninth possess.” The Twelfth Night of it all…the performance of it all. (“I am all the daughters of my father’s house and all the brothers too.” 2.4)

The Harrow who lives in my head has a mullet

UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES WILL I EVER DESIRE YOUR JUICE

The First time Harrow calls Gideon by her name is p. 228

The choice of ‘spawned’ to refer to Harrow’s birth feels deliberate and I’m sure I’ll find out why later. Also the Scandalous Nudity being her face rather than her body when they’re both bare…it’s about living around and under the foot of someone your whole life but never being allowed to know them

P. 234 - Gideon can’t even say Harrow’s name aloud to anyone else…I wish to die! Swiftly!

P. 246 - Gideon has a hot bath for the first time (yay!) and wonders “whether water could get inside of you and make you sick.” God the Ninth House really is living in Vampire Times. Aristotle, you there?

The way all the different houses approach necromancy and the necro/cav dynamic is SO interesting! Cam’s line on p. 235 about the Eight “breed[ing] batteries” absolutely chilled me. Also the juxtaposition between the Eighth using cavaliers as an energy source vs Ianthe, absolute freak, taking a chunk out of Babs. The physical body vs the energy which propels it. Then contrasting that with pairs like Magnus & Abigail (rip) and Cam & Pal who mentally and emotionally rely on each other instead. It isn’t parasitic. KING AND LIONHEART! GO CRAZY AAH! GO STUPID AAH!

I am using all of my meager brain cells to formulate a thought about Camilla and Marta’s fight that isn’t just. wrow. women. OK. The description is short and brutal like the fight itself. The line about Cam fighting like a grease fire works so well my blood was in my EARS! When she dislocated Marta’s arm my own arm jerked back in shock. Fully almost yeeted the book

Yay for Pal also getting a hot moment. One man <3

“Harrow “rose to the occasion like an evening star”....DEATH FIRST TO VULTURES AND SCAVENGERS…I love her something awful. 

My highlighter ran out on p. 275 because I highlighted basically the whole page. The girls HUG!! Gideon lifts Harrow off the ground! Unsure if I should tag myself as ‘midnight hagette’ or Harrow’s utter lesbian brain death. At “It feels like forever” I genuinely screamed into my hands. God they’re it. THEY’RE IT.

P. 284 - “Gideon wanted her longsword and she wanted Harrow.” yeah me too

P. 285 - Jeannemary: “I hated [Isaac] when we were little, he wasn’t at all what I wanted.” ough the parallels

I know that naming a character ‘Isaac’ in your space opera about traumatized Catholics is sort of like naming a character ‘sacrifice’ and yet it’s still so gut wrenching! I love and I hate when characters fall victim to the prophecies within their names

Speaking of Biblical etymology, I see you Judith Deuteros. Please decapitate a dude

I knew about the Sex Pal joke and still guffawed

CHAPTERS 26-34

The description of Isaac’s body as a “broken sieve” really upset me and also harkens back to Harrow being empty as a quiver. The necromancer’s body as something which exists to be filled by energy and power, but also something so vulnerable as to demand the physical protection and occasional energy of its cavalier

P. 292 - “When [Dulcinea] breathed it sounded like custard sloshing around an air conditioner.” Absolutely Fucking Wretched!!!

P. 294 - “Mostly cancer and just a little bit of women.” each House really is fucked up in new and exciting ways

Gideon’s nightmare of finding Jeannemary’s severed limbs in her bed really kneecaps you. It’s giving Bluebeard. It’s giving Robber Bridegroom. It’s giving cavaliers as expendable physical forms, and that kind of body horror hasn’t quite been present aside from the avulsion room which wasn’t so bad

P. 331 - “What would you do if you discovered Camilla was a murderer?” "Help her bury the body." G O D

This entire page kills me. For some reason the one year difference and the choice to say “I’ve known her as long as she’s lived” like Harrow’s life is contingent on Gideon’s. One flesh one end B I T C H ! !

Also on that page: “She nearly killed me half a dozen times growing up, but I always knew why.” ok cool!

WAS NOT READY FOR THIS REVELATION???

I have run out of insightful commentary but Harrow wanting “prey, rival, and audience all wrapped up in one.” vs Gideon being “hungry for the Reverend Daughter’s preoccupation”. Don’t you think they’re the same thing? Love and attention? They’re both watching and being watched. Portrait of a Lady on Fire shit

I think Harrow and Cam should hold hands if only because they’d both hate it

Tamsyn loves a prophetic name. I thought she’d subverted it with Protisilaus but nope. Dead all along. First to die

Ianthe’s head pun…what is wrong with her

P. 352 - genuinely don’t have anything of substance to say about the pool scene but “I am exactly two hundred sons and daughters of my House, Griddle–I am the whole generation of the Ninth.” All this PLUS Harrow piloting her parents to keep the Ninth functioning. Christ.

P. 355 - “I am tired of being two hundred corpses.” ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch

Incredibly normal that Harrow’s parents were like hello our ten-year-old war crime daughter time for our group suicide! Here, I’ll tie your noose :) normal family!

I haven’t quite the familiarity with Antigone to say there’s an Antigone parallel somewhere but hmm

Cannot talk about the rest of this scene. I can barely look at it. YOU ARE MY ONLY FRIEND! I AM UNDONE WITHOUT YOU!! 

Oh to have your only friend Gideon Nav kiss you on the forehead

I love you 4’11” teenage saint war crime necrophiliac 

Gideon choosing to sleep in the cavalier bed. It’s about devotion as both a contract and an active choice. ‘I Will Follow You Into the Dark’ shit. I’m sick

P. 371 - “Dead as space, though accurately, that’s been true for a very, very long time.” I know this refers to Teacher but also stars themselves transmit light for millennia after they burn out. The cosmos itself as a haunted house

Why does the Emperor have a cohort anyway? What enemies are there that an army is necessary to grind children through? I need to know more about this

Cannot articulate this but Ianthe having to be a true necromancer and eating Babs to become a lyctor IS feminist not just because it’s such an overcome male power trip moment but also because it seems that In Media we can only have female villains if they’re tormented and redeemed by the end, they aren’t allowed to be deranged little freaks like this. She’s the damn joker!

REST IN PISS BABS. Again, genuinely progressive that Ianthe eats him and absorbs his perfect cavalier training; then, when she cannot keep it up she turns into a SKIN SHIELD?? [John Darnielle voice] come unhinged! Get revenge!

You’re really eased into the body horror and then Act IV is like hey kid you’re going to experience body horrors beyond your comprehension.

CHAPTERS 35-END 

Thinking about 8-year-old Palamedes writing to 15-year-old Dulcinea about how he’s determined to cure her. Also interesting to think that something so mundane as cancer still exists in this world where people are regularly getting bodied by skeletons

Oh, re: Pal, I forgot to highlight this but there’s a line a few (?) chapters back where he surveys his work and sees that it’s good which is directly from god creating the universe

P. 400 - “[Gideon’s] brain was full of sweet fuck all.” yeah girl me too

Every single man in this book has died. Feminism but also Palamedes my friend :(

“Tell Camilla–oh never mind, she knows what to do.” Doctor Who vibes (sorry) “If you see Rose, tell her…tell her…oh, she knows.”

P. 406 - “Camilla Hect off the leash was like light moving across water. She punched her knives into the Lyctor’s guard over and over and over. Cytherea met them ably, but such was Camilla’s speed and perfect hate that she could only hope to block the thunderstorm of blows; she could not even begin to push back against them.” The wording here feels so deliberately Homeric! It’s her aristeia!

It doesn’t mention this in the after matter, but I am choosing to believe Cam was named after Camilla in the Aeneid. She HAS to be!!

I understand why people scream at Marvel movies now but the more apt comparison for Gideon & her two-hander is the re-forging of Anduril. I can hear the score

P. 412 - “I need to be inside you.” NOW IS NOT THE TIME HARROW!!

P. 414 - “Did you behold me, Griddle?” she got yeeted by a vertebrae string because she was too busy beholding you, Harrow!

Rosary-whip made of knuckles. What a great time to be ex-Catholic. This is so hot of her

Camilla Hect aroace icon. Send tweet.

A climactic boss fight where all 5 characters are women…wrow

FUCK YEAH DISMEMBERMENT!!

P. 429 - “All you have to do is live.” Harrow begging Gideon to do the one thing she thought was impossible as a child

Oh these bitches in LOVE

I love “undeserved” forgiveness

[holds Harrowhark Nonagesimus] you do not have to be good you do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves

I’m sorry I have zero thoughts I’m just saying ROMANCE ROMANCE ROMANCE ROMANCE ROMANCE ROMANCE over and over and over again in my head

“First flower of my House” is the most romantic shit I’ve ever heard get it OUT of my face. That is not something you come up with on the spot…

The cruelest thing anyone has ever done to Harrow in her life is willingly die for her…

P. 436 - “They were cheek to cheek: Gideon’s arm and Harrow’s arm entwined, holding the sword aloft, letting the steel catch the light.” No THIS is the most romantic shit

Harrow/Pal lavender marriage of the century lmao

Gideon & Harrow 🤝 Gimli & Legolas

Quoting the verses of the Book of Ruth that’s commonly used at weddings

Hey at least I successfully guessed that Dulcinea would be evil & dead by the end. I love being right

IN SUMMARY: DEATH DYING SUFFERING ROMANCE PAIN

[denkisauce]

your raw spaghetti post reminded me of my old classmate who spread that agenda to the entire class. speaking of, who in 1a would be a raw spaghetti nibbler in your opinion?

oh my GOD yes. yes. okay. i think kaminari would definitely be a huge influence on 1a in the raw spaghetti department so here’s how i think it would shake out:

kaminari: the first one to bring it up. an unashamed and proud raw spaghetti enjoyer on a mission to spread his gospel

todoroki: he never knew you could eat raw pasta. never thought about it. never occurred to him in that sweet little brain. a casual raw spaghetti enjoyer post-kaminari intervention

deku: yeah. pasta cruncher before ua pasta cruncher after the The Spaghetti Revelation. 2 am anxiety muncher type of lad

jirou: “kaminari what the fuck.”

ida: “kaminari please refrain from eating raw spaghetti! surely that isn’t good for your dental health!” *tries it at 1 am when no one’s looking*

aoyama: tries it to look cool but it hurts his tummy :(

kirishima: holy shit with those chompers??? turns out when kaminari starts talking about it kiri has all along been a spaghetti boi. the difference is,,,, he doesn’t just snack, he eats so much raw spaghetti it’s perplexing like he cannot get enough of the cronch. he learned this was Not Normal as a kid so he did it in secret. but now that kaminari is out and proud,,,, absolute chaos

tokoyami: tries it for kaminari who was eagerly hovering in his face waiting for a reaction. he wasn’t a fan :(

shinsou: tries it for kaminari, doesn’t want to admit it but he likes it. crunches pasta when he gets stoned lol

bakugou: “the fuck is wrong with you???” tries it way later on behest of kirishima, an avid disciple of the spaghetti life. will not admit to enjoying the cronch but yeah. yeah. occasional insomnia cruncher with deku at 2 am. tell anyone and die

sero: “kaminari what the fuck”/pos — yeah he crunches with kaminari when they’re in the kitchen

mina: oh absolutely. hadn’t done it before but is immediately down and converted

momo: tries it to humor kaminari, politely declines the invitation to crunch city. but occasionally is caught munching

uraraka: definitely a pasta muncher as a kid but outgrew it. comes back to it when kaminaris on his spaghetti bullshit. unashamed

tsuyu: “kaminari what the fuck”

okay yeah i’m sleepy so that’s all but yeah that’s how it goes down agdjfjdhs

[drakenology]

Operation Deku Day- Izuku Midoriya

author’s note: hiiii! so today’s inspiration is drunk sex. anyone who’s ever had drunk sex before knows that shit hit different. Something about it is soo nasty and hot ugh I’m a sucker. I firmly believe that izuku is an insatiable sex god don’t let that innocent sweetness fool you so he was the perfect candidate for my idea. please enjoy! all characters are aged up 18 +

warnings: cussing, smut!, alcohol use, breeding kink? and sex under the influence. also light degradation

summary: For Izuku’s 21st birthday you and the girls decide to throw him a surprise birthday party. As the night progressed, you and Izuku got real drunk and couldn’t keep your hands off each other... in more ways than one. 

word count: 2.4k

You spent all week preparing for this surprise party for Izuku. It was his birthday and you really wanted him to feel special and appreciated for being a great friend and loving boyfriend. You were pretty good at pretending that all the things you snuck home were just “things for the apartment” instead of decorations and all his favorite foods for the party. Bakugo being Izuku’s childhood friend couldn’t pass up on helping you and everyone from your graduating class of 1-A prep for the party, keeping everything hidden from Izuku. 

“MIND YOUR DAMN BUSINESS DEKU!” He’d yell at him if the green haired pro hero asked one too many questions. Today was finally the day to set up the party. You just had to keep everything hidden for a little while longer. You woke Izuku up with kisses and a plate of his favorite breakfast. He’d always loved pancakes but for whatever reason, he loved your waffles. Izuku could eat them for dinner if you’d let him. He smiled and ate his food, gushing about how he’s finally 21. 

“I can drink with you now, Y/N.” He said with a mouthful of waffles. You grinned and kissed him on the cheek as he ate. “So, what are we doing today?” He asked. Even though today was his birthday, the hero still had to work. 

“Oh.. uhm.. well.” You struggle to tell Midoriya that you had “nothing planned” knowing that he’d be hurt by that. 

“Maybe we could just go out to the bar and have a few drinks?” You lie, wincing at the upcoming disappointment in his voice. He nodded with a weak smile, trying not to seem too disappointed at the lazy plans. But he was grateful anyways and kind of excited to see the bar scene. After eating his birthday breakfast, he stood up from the bed and got ready for the day. While he was in the bathroom you text the mass group chat with the entire class in it named “Operation Deku Day!” Mina had already been messaging you all throughout the morning reminding everyone that the party starts at 9 pm; right when Izuku is expected to be home. 

“So what kind of cake does he like? I’m at the bakery right now.” Todoroki texts followed by an image of the options of cake the menu had. 

“Get him chocolate.” You text, giggling at the plan all coming together nicely. You wait for a response while looking at all the gifs and memes everyone’s sending sharing the same excitement for the party.

“Cool. I’ll have them decorate it and drop it off at your place, Y/N. Just let me know when Midoriya leaves.” Shoto texts back, you responding with an Ok and answering any questions about the party from the others. 

“Your phone’s going off a lot today, Y/N. Who are you talking to?” Izuku asks, his hips adorning a towel as he just got out of the shower. You look his wet body up and down, almost forgetting to respond to the question before he gets too curious.

“OH! Uh, It’s just the girls. Yaoyorozu wished you a happy birthday.” You laugh nervously, clearly awful at keeping secrets. Izuku just smiles and tells you to tell her he said thank you and got dressed in his hero costume. 

“Well, I’m off. I love you Y/N. I’ll see you later tonight.” Izuku says giving you a small peck on the lips as he leaves your shared apartment. You wave goodbye as he shuts the door and jumped up from your bed, texting the group chat

 “THE EAGLE HAS LEFT THE NEST. OPERATION DEKU DAY IS AGO.” 

Momo, Mina and Uraraka spend all day decorating the house and setting the ambiance for the party. Todoroki brought the cake and put it in the fridge and starting making a small ice sculpture in the shape of All Might for the spiked punch he made (He was known for making a good cocktail). Kyoka made a playlist for the party, she was the DJ afterall. She tweaked the stereo so the sound system would be JUMPIN and laughed maniacally as she knew she was gonna rock the fucking house down. Katsuki insisted on cooking since “You can’t cook half as good as he can.” Or at least that’s what Katsuki said. He handed a hot dish of buffalo chicken dip (my favorite) to Mineta, who insisted on helping with... idk something.

“It’s hot on the bottom, idiot. If you drop my dip I’m gonna drop my fucking fist down your throat.” Bakugo shouts, making Mineta nervous as he walks carefully with the dish. Sero and Yaoyorozu were putting the finishing touches on the decorations as you check the clock on your phone. Shit. It was 8:59. You see a text you received from Izuku 30 minutes ago saying he was on his way home and another from just now saying he’s coming upstairs. You squeal and start panicking. He was probably already on your floor. 

“Everybody ready? Izuku’s home!” You yell over everyone’s excited chatter. Everyone replied in a harmonious yes and took their places. You run towards the door and adjust your strapless dress, turning off the lights. You stand behind the houseplant by the door and almost squeal in excitement as you hear the door click unlocked. 

“Y/N?” You hear Izuku say nervously as he turned on the lights. He gasps as everyone jumps out from their hiding places and yell 

“SURPISE!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY IZUKU!” 

He smiles brightly and grabs you, giving you the biggest hug while lifting you off your feet. 

“Wow, thanks everyone!” He says excitedly, looking around the room to see all his friends. He became a little emotional knowing that you all went through the trouble of planning a surprise birthday party for him. You wipe his tears and give him a big fat kiss, earning an excited spin from him. 

“We love you Izuku. Now, let’s enjoy your party!” You said as you let him to the delicious spread of food to start Izuku off. Kyoko started the music and danced along to the beat to get everyone to join in on the fun. Mina pulled Uraraka towards the living to dance with her as she waved Asui over to join in. Shoto manned the punch bowl, serving everyone with a half smile hoping they like his punch. Midoriya walks over to grab a plate of food from Katsuki.

“Yo, Ka-Chan!” He yelled over the music. Bakugo smirks and gives the birthday boy his plate. They chat over the food and laugh together as they have a good time in each other’s company. Katsuki seemed to cease the usual teasing, just for this one special night. You giggle and run over to the dancefloor with your cup of punch in toe. You drink and dance at the same time, spilling a little bit of punch as it ran down your chin. Mina laughs and takes your hands dancing along to the beat with you. The night was young and the party was a success. You were just glad Midoriya seemed to be having a great time. 

Drink after drink you feel yourself get extremely tipsy, stumbling around with a drunk Mina and Asui. Uraraka had passed out on the couch from all the drinking and dancing. Even Momo was drunk, creating a phone to drunkenly call in some pizza since there was no more of the food Katsuki made. It was 1 am and everyone was still partying like there was no tomorrow. Including Midoriya. You had never seen this shy boy act so boldy and confidently. It was kind of a turn on. He was in a chug contest with Bakugo, seeing who out of them both could drink the most drinks the fastest. Ida, Shoto, Kirishima and Kaminari crowded around the two chanting chug chug chug as they both drank themselves into a drunken stupor. Izuku finished first, erupting into a loud and boisterous burp. Bakugo grunts and raises Izuku’s arm in the air claiming him the victor. When the hell did Katsuki EVER admit to defeat?

“ *hic* IZUKU’S THE FUCKING CHAMPION! *hic* And he’s one of my best fucking friends! I- I love you bro.” Katsuki says, slurring his speech and stuttering over his words. Midoriya winks at you, who was watching the whole thing go down from across the room. 

“L-Love you too, Kaaaachan.” Izuku slurred, stumbling over to you to give you a kiss. He wanted to celebrate his victory the right way; with a kiss from his girlfriend who was looking sexier than usual tonight. Midoriya approached you, smelling like beer and sweat as he pulled you close to him. Without warning he crashed his lips into yours, turning a sweet kiss into an intense and passionate make out session in front of the whole party. Something definitely took over in Midoriya. He was more aggressive with you than usual. You hear encouraging whoos and a jealous aww from Mineta who wished he was the one kissing you. Izuku waved him away as if he was shooing a fly and lifted you up, carrying you away from the party and into your bedroom. He shut the door with a slam, you squealing with excitement as he heatened the kiss. Izuku’s hands were all over you, groping your ass, squeezing your boobs and leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck. He was a beast, hungry for his well deserved prize. 

“Do you know what you do to me, Y/N?” Izuku asked, pulling away from the sloppy kiss as he throws you on the bed. You can’t even answer as you stare at him dumbly, still shocked at your normally sweet and gentle boyfriend turn into a lust stricken beast. He hovers over you on the bed, drinking in your body in that tight little dress you wore. Izuku feels himself stiffen at the sight of you, pulling your panties down under your dress. 

“’M gonna leave this dress on. You look so good right now, ya know that? Your tits are popping out of this little thing” Midoriya hisses, taking his calloused hand and rubbing tight circles on your already sensitive bud. You moan at his dirty words, intoxicated on his touch as you grab a pillow and cover your face with it. Izuku snatched the pillow away and threw it across the room, eager to hear your moans no matter who else was around to hear them. 

“Let everyone know how good I’m making you feel.” He said, easing two fingers inside you wet walls. You moan like a pornstar, grabbing onto Midoriya’s arm for dear life as he fingered you with a steady pace. Izuku’s eyes were glued to your face, watching you make those faces he loved to see pull on your features as he pulled your breasts out of your dress suckling on your swollen nipple. You pant, gasping at the euphoric feeling as the pit of your stomach tightened, threatening to snap as you approach a fast climax. Izuku noticed you body language automatically able to tell you’re about to cum. He quickened his pace as he watched you arch your back as you came undone before him. 

“Good girl.” Izuku coos as he takes his hand and sucked his sweet juices off his fingers. You flutter your eyes open as Izuku pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift movement, his impressive length springing out as you lick your lips at the sight. You wanted him in your mouth so you grab his dick and stroke it with a tight grip earning an eager moan from Midoriya as he grabbed your hair. 

“N-No. As much as I want you to, I have to be inside you.” He stutters, pulling your dress up over your hips. He kissed you sloppily, slipping some tongue in as you moan into the kiss. He motioned for you to bend over and you do so with excitement, wiggling your ass to tease him as he smacked it with fervor. 

“You ready for me?” Izuku asked tapping his dick against you as you nod and back yourself onto him, feeling his dick slide inside you with ease. You both moan at the feeling as Midoriya grabs your hips and thrusts harshly inside you, holding nothing back as he pulled your hair and smacked your ass. The muffled sounds of the music along with the sinful noises coating the walls of your room were all you could hear as you feel his hand reach forward to rub your clit as he brushed up against your g-spot repeatedly. You scream, trying to keep up with his swift and hard strokes as you throw your ass back on him, gripping the sheets for dear life. You’re sure everyone can hear your loud moans over all the music as you approach a second climax. 

“I’m gonna fill that pretty pussy with my cum, baby. You want me to fill you up don’t you, you filthy whore?” Izuku said, earning a frantic yes from you as you whine for him. You’re shocked at his words but more so turned on by them as you clench around him, cumming for him a second time. Izuku hissed as he rode out your orgasm, chasing his own. Soon enough, he’s coating your insides with his hot seed, grunting and moaning as he ruts into you a few more times. You whine at the loss of his dick as he pulled out of you. Izuku watched as his thick sperm dripped out of you, satisfied with the job for now. He grabbed a towel and cleaned you off sloppily, still heavily intoxicated. You giggled and grabbed your underwear and slipped them back on to rejoin the party. Izuku and you were both a visual mess. It looked as if you both just had sex, your hair was an absolute wreck, your dress was disheveled and you were missing a shoe. Izuku was just as bad, sweat glistening on his forehead and he had this big cheesy grin plastered on his face. You hoped you were both inconspicuous enough for you both to just rejoin the party as if nothing happened in your bedroom. But Mina took one look at you two and erupted into laughter. 

“You two just had sex didn’t you?!” 

[housetummelt]

She was prepared for everything. Reno had gotten into all kind of trouble, it seemed to find him always - or he actively sought it. Really, Ida was relaxed knowing she could handle all her boy could throw at her.

But then he said something she had no expected at all. How could she. Her eyes widened for a moment and she held her breath, ready for Reno to smirk and laugh, telling her she fell for it. But he did no such thing. Was he being serious? The initial shock melted into a bright smile immediately and Ida clasped her hands over her mouth, unable to stand still. The usually very calm and collected lady she was had no place in this scenario.

"What? No! Are you playing a prank on me? Reno, swear that you are not telling jokes!" Her son did not even get the chance to answer. The gods have mercy on him, if he now came around with 'it was only a joke!'. He better be prepared to now actually pull through. Because Ida had already wrapped her hands tightly around him, a happy laugh coming from her lips, before she leaned back and made Reno bow his head so she could kiss his forehead - and cheeks, and nose.

"Oh, congratulations - you make me so happy! My sweet boy... how is Selena? Is she doing fine? Does she need any help? Do you need help? Any supplies? We still have all of Will's stuff, that goes to you, I will pack it up right away and you can sort through it. Oh, Reno..."

The flurry of words coming from her seeped away, as she cupped his face, her thumb caressing his cheek. Never could she have imagined her firstborn to utter these words - not in those years back in Gralea. But he had changed. He had changed for the better here, building a life he wasn't allowed to have in Niflheim.

"I'm so proud of you..."

@housetummelt continued from (x)

slowing his pace as he stepped into the kitchen, he took his time to let his mother know that he was there. he did the same in ezma's house. it wasn't his house - home, yes, but not his house and as such he respected the privacy of those who lived under its roof.

he'd still ask his mother and dave before taking something, be it something from the fridge or something from the hoard of supplies in the spare room, all in spite of dave telling him there was no need to ask.

it was about respect ... probably more so to do with the lack thereof that he'd had when he'd been a teenager. but that was long gone now.

canting his head to try and peer around his mother, reno's curiosity was met with a dish cloth, and the assumption she'd either been preparing something for dinner or she didn't want him to see what she'd been doing, he settled for leaning back against the edge of the kitchen table.

he'd dragged it out at a bit with dave, but he was under a time constraint now - selena would have told her folks by now he reckoned. and he couldn't play a joke on his mother as easily as he could with dave, she'd see right through him.

' du bliver bedstemor, mor. '

[homestucksongcomics]

Masterpost of Song Comics Part I (A-K)

*Unfortunately, due to a peculiarity of tumblr, a post containing too many links will not have any of them function. Thus, the masterpost has been broken into two parts.*

Organized by musician alphabetically

Last updated on 07/18/2021

See Part II here: Masterpost of Homestuck Song Comics Part II (L-Z)

#:

Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down by absinthianlyunheroic

This is War - 30 Seconds to Mars by caffieneandcarpaltunnel

I’m Not Your Boyfriend Baby - 3HO!3 by awildcale

A:

Almost Lover - A Fine Frenzy by irlmako

New Tomorrow - A Friend In London by maria-artz

Hand Over Mouth, Over and Over - A Lot Like Birds by binart

Skyfall - Adele by stormfather

Song of Healing - Adriana Figueroa by talkshitnojutsu

Everything Stays - Adventure Time by starchip-one

Kiss my Eyes and Lay Me to Sleep - AFI by 413art

Prelude 12/21 - AFI by toastyhat

Another Day - Air by chubsintubs

A Whole New World - Aladdin by copper-fish

Mercy Me - Alkaline Trio by brainbent

Hothouse - Aly & AJ by dristr

Evelyn, Evelyn - Amanda Palmer by p-pamda

Luck - The American Authors by timehwimeh

21 Guns - American Idiot Cast by jankyweeaboo

Pittsburgh - The Amity Affliction by anafigreen

Inevitable - Anberlin by suchirolle

Ready to Die - Andrew W. K. by askherroyalcondesce

The Age of Not Believing - Angela Lansbury by toastyhat

Director - The Antlers by gin-and-djinn

Kettering - The Antlers by cloudymew

My Mamma Said - Aqua by xamag-homestuck

Suburbs - Arcade Fire by porrim-maryam and collaborators

Wake Up - Arcade Fire by catprinx

We Used to Wait - Arcade Fire by drawingspecibus

R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys by dacadaca

The Ballad Of Love And Hate - The Avett Brothers by umjulikins

Hey Brother - Avicii by esmeblaise

Wake Me Up - Avicii by a-vodka-mutini

Sail - AWOLNATION by theamazingzombiegirl

B:

If I Die Young - The Band Perry by japhers

Memory - Barbra Strisand by toastyhat

Glitter and Gold - Barns Courtney by chibigaia-art

Daniel in the Den - Bastille by tomato-bird

Pompeii - Bastille by maria-artz Broken

Pompeii - Bastille by toastyhat and oskarna

Above the Clouds of Pompeii - Bear’s Den by groveofsketches

Let it Be - Beatles by toastyhat

The Fool on the Hill - The Beatles by robotoucan

All the Pretty Little Horses - Becky Jean Williams by purplecalamity

Pieces of Sky - Beth Orton by awildcale

Sweet Dreams - Beyoncé by dacadaca

River Below - Billy Talent by kamdensl

Rusted from the Rain - Billy Talent by crispychocolate

Just a Game - Birdy by redwordsoncavewalls

Kill the Lights - The Birthday Massacre by xamag-homestuck

Red Stars - The Birthday Massacre by lord-caliborn and tricotee

These Days - The Black Keys by digitallyimpaired

In the End - Black Veil Brides by rinasart

Let it Be - Blackmill (feat. Veela) by awildcale

Bad Sun - The Bravery by crashtest-therapist

Dear Agony - Breaking Benjamin by yukishii-chan

Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin by nevernoahh

Give Me a Sign - Breaking Benjamin by perceptur

I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjamin by themockingcrows

First Day of My Life - Bright Eyes by usatoria

Can you feel my heart? - Bring me the horizon by domingoos and Yumegurren

Seeds - Brooke Fraser by anno-bannano Broken

Kodaline - Brother by zzpopzz

When I Was Your Man - Bruno Mars by babynarwalshineyeyes

P.O.W. - Bullet for My Valentine by anafigreen

C:

Angel with a Shotgun - The Cab by dawngyocry

How Are You - Cage the Elephant by facetiousfanatic Part 1

How Are You - Cage the Elephant by facetiousfanatic Part 2

How Are You - Cage the Elephant by facetiousfanatic Part 3

The loneliest Girl - Carol and Tuesday by cassandraooc

Morning Has Broken - Cat Stevens by thlange

Star Spangled Banner - Chase Holfelder by chillybuns

Between the Bars - Chris Garneau by roselalondee

Dirty Night Clown - Chris Garneau by idontevenknow-anymore

Dirty Night Clown - Chris Garneau by immabananana

Enter the Circus - Christina Aguilera by askinsanegamzee Broken

A Thousand Years - Christina Perii by angstyelf

A Thousand Years - Christina Perii by mari-victal

Burning Gold - Christina Perri by raspberrylemonhead

Fall - Cider Sky by nevernoahh

Falling (Demo) - The Civil Wars by zomdi

Safe and Sound - The Civil Wars by karaokekarkat

Hum - Clara C by nymphicus

3 Foot Tall - Classifed by kyrah-art

Summer Day - Coconut Records by kathysbrotherssister

Fondu au Noir - Coeur de Pirate by derperistical

Fix You - Coldplay by absinthianlyunheroic

Paradise - Coldplay by Moonpaw

The Scientist - Coldplay by ikimaru

Up with the Birds - Coldplay by the-rag-tag-earl

Viva la Vida - Coldplay by raspberrylemonhead

Viva La Vida - Coldplay by rozeart

Yellow - Coldplay by mariedisgrace

Young Volcanos - Coldplay by kawo-shin

Princess of China - Coldplay (feat. Rihanna) by sora-la

Chin Up - Copeland by vriskamidfangserket

Accidentally in Love - Counting Crows by hopelesslyblithe Broken

Crywank are posers - Crywank by p-666t

D:

Thrice - Daedalus by foramen-magnum

Something About Us - Daft Punk by moxel

Something About Us - Daft Punk by yazzdonut

Emotion - Daft Punk (MissingNo remix) by doomzy

The Spine - Darren Korb (Transistor) by rose-ebottles Broken

Youth - Daughter by zelpixel

Raise Your Weapon - Deadmau5 by marintan

Go Get Your Gun - The Dear Hunter by mcsiggy

Whisper - The Dear Hunter by prospt and collaborators

I Will Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie by davsturdur

I Will Follow You into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie by inusushi

I Will Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie by kawaiifarts

Bottom of the River - Delta Rae by wwhatevven

Perfect Insanity - Disturbed by vasheren

Just Be Friends (Instrumental) - Dixie Flatline by cheese3d Inspired by Litlte Red Riding Hood

Pity Dance - Dn Stith by jazzango

Venus Hum - Do You Want to Fight Me by shubbabang

Everything You Ever - Doctor Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog by thesassylorax

My Eyes - Doctor Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog by equiu5

Close Every Door - Donny Osmond by allegro-designs

Baby Mine - Dumbo by gayrupunzel

E:

I See Fire - Ed Sheeran by arachnerdsgri

I See Fire - Ed Sheeran by themockingcrows

Small Bump - Ed Sheeran by janecrockeyre

Cosmic Castaway - Electrasy by themockingcrows

Telephone Line - Electric Light Orchestra by daily-beta

You are my Sunshine - Elizabeth Mitchell by the-rag-tag-earl

Goodnight Sweet Ladies - Emilie Autumn by amporasexual

Asleep - Emily Browning (originally by The Smiths) by joker-ace

O Come O Come Emmanuel - Enya by pseudocon

One for the Money - Escape the Fate by ikimaru

Follow the Sun - Evermore by ladygrit

Fever Dreamless - fadeintocase by peregr1ne

F:

Centuries - Fall Out Boy by sixofclovers

Immortals - Fall Out Boy by etcterrayellowmoon

Immortals - Fall Out Boy by mari-victal

Immortals - Fall Out Boy by quiversarrow

My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light Em Up) - Fall Out Boy by toastyhat

The Kids Aren’t All Right - Fall Out Boy by i-am-a-riceball

The Kids Aren’t All Right - Fall Out Boy by scarlettheknight

The Last of the Real Ones - Fall Out Boy by dopingues

The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy by orangelemonart

Caught Like a Fly - Falling in Reverse by viria

Tragic Magic - Falling in Reverse by elasticitymudflap

Heavy Storm - First Aid Kit by moxel

Wolf - First Aid Kit by spooneaterarts

100 years - Five for Fighting by orangelemonart

Superman - Five for Fighting by grimbarke

Hurt Feelings - Flight of the Conchords by koroke

Rise - Flobots by lyricstuckbeatdown

Blinding - Florence + the Machine by collaborative

Cosmic Love - Florence + the Machine by rosemaryserver

Cosmic Love - Florence + the Machine by starkthirdeye

Cosmic Love - Florence + the Machine by toastyhat

Dog Days Are Over - Florence + the Machine by greatbiglyricstuck

Dog Days are Over - Florence + the Machine by m0thboy

Girl With One Eye - Florence + the Machine by kingdomzombified

Kiss With a Fist - Florence + the Machine by miraculoustang

No Light, No Light - Florence + the Machine by dacadaca

No Light, No Light - Florence + the Machine by nappotuna

Only If for a Night - Florence + the Machine by glueball

Seven Devils - Florence + the Machine by fangirlinginleatherboots

Seven Devils - Florence + the Machine by themockingcrows

Shake it Out - Florence + the Machine by cod-tier

Tear out my Tongue - Florence + the Machine by wheresmyhamlet

What the Water Gave Me - Florence + the Machine by colonoscolypseart

With an Axe - Foxy Shazam by oldshiel

Something Stupid - Frank and Nancy Sinatra by toastyhat

Some Nights - Fun. by greatbiglyricstuck

G:

Mad World - Gary Jules by ahabsiconoclast

Mad World - Gary Jules by prospitheir and aze

Mad World - Gary Jules by synnesai

Where Everybody Knows Your Name - Gary Portnoy by calliotp

Child of Light - The Getaway Plan by dingohugs

It All Dies Anyway - The Gits by skittykitty55

Take Me Away - Globus by toastyhat and splickedylit

You’re the One That I Want - Grease by doodlebonez

Top of the World - Greek Fire by eggsand-santoast

Song of the Century - Green Day by babakinkin

Song of the Century - Green Day by delinked

Song of the century - Green Day by the-rogue-0f-light

Boats and Birds - Gregory and the Hawk by striderprovider

Hard Knocks - Griffinilla and Alex Cole by colouredteapot

H:

Colors - Hasley by innocuoussketches

Anything - Hedley by valeriannnn

The Unquiet Grave - Hellen McCrocry by madreamcanular

Coming Back Down - Hollywood Undead by flynnagan

Coming Back Down - Hollywood Undead by skittykitty55

Levitate - Hollywood Undead by anafigreen

SCAVA - Hollywood Undead by scarlettheknight

Temporal Shenanigans - Homestuck ost - Rachel Macwhirter by arachnerdsgrip:

Almost (Sweet Music) - Hozier by metaname

Take Me To Church - Hozier by sailerscrimshaw Broken

God Help the Outcasts - Hunchback of Notre Dame by velocitiestrumpet

The Court of Miracles - Hunchback of Notre Dame by moc-tod-ffuts-modnar

That’s Okay - The Hush Sound by porcupet

Where We Went Wrong - The Hush Sound by canni8al

Wine Red - The Hush Sound by zeborah

I:

Volatile Times - IAMX by xamag-homestuck

Bad Karma - Ida Maria by margarethours

Amsterdam - Imagine Dragons by paperseverywhere

Bleeding Out - Imagine Dragons by rapidopatter

Demons - Imagine Dragons by muraokami Broken

Demons - Imagine Dragons by rapidopatter

Fallen - Imagine Dragons by maria-artz Broken

I'm So Sorry - Imagine Dragons by abbiwhozit

I'm So Sorry - Imagine Dragons by catkindness Part 1

I'm So Sorry - Imagine Dragons by catkindness Part 2

Nothing Left to Say - Imagine Dragons by paperseverywhere

On Top of the World - Imagine Dragons by lickfoot

Radioactive - Imagine Dragons by falloutboyonboy

Radioactive - Imagine Dragons by rachelhungry

Thief - Imagine Dragons by mikimosh

Warriors - Imagine Dragons by turretsyndr0me

Hide and Seek - Imogen Heap by kingdomzelaybli

The Devil’s Carnival - In all My Dreams I Drown by artblogofminji

Don’t Stop - InnerPartySystem by spocktalia Broken

What We Will Never Know - InnerPartySystem by lets-lyricstuck

Cinders and Smoke - Iron & Wine by laughingandgrief

Walk the Moon - Iscariot by cissaisthisyou

The Weekend - Islands by daily-beta

J:

R.I.P. Everyone - J.J. Demon by trickstercarlos

Fallin’ - Jake Bugg by awildcale

I Won’t Give Up - Jason Mraz by impudentkid

I’ll Be Good - Jaymes Young by asexualls Broken

Sufferer’s Final Sermon - jbriner by sketchloft

Be Thou My Vision - jbriner (originally a hymn) by mrdespondency

O Death - Jen Titus by canni8al

Oh Death - Jen Titus by artweaver5

If the World Should End - Jennifer Damiano by atrueenglishman

The Hanging Tree - Jennifer Lawrence by sixofclovers

Highwayman - Johnny Cash by toastyhat

What A Wonderful World - Joseph William Morgan ft. Shadow Royale by jayspants

The Stars - Jukebox the Ghost by innocuoussketches

K:

Die Young - Ke$ha by gelasticat

[S] Ke$ha: Enter - Ke$ha (Die Young Remix by captaincrapster) by ket3

Because of You - Kelly Clarkson by timehost

Breakaway - Kelly Clarkson by karaokeoctoberkat

Britland City Theme - Kenashcorp by stormfather

Animals - Kids in Glass Houses by faun-songs

Dustland Fairytale - The Killers by spiritleaf

Mr. Brightside - The Killers by mlle-annette

Sam´s Town - The Killers by gei-may

Smile Like You Mean It - The Killers by toastyhat

I Will Never Forget - Kimya Dawson by moxel

All I Want - Kodaline by godtier8itch

[monthlymanga]

March Manga/hua/hwa Reads

-> Second Life Ranker

plot: A young man receives a relic he had given his younger brother who went missing ages ago for his birthday. He is devastated to learn that his brother had died in another world, cause? Betrayal by those he trusted most. He decides to go to that world to get revenge on all who had wronged his brother.

This one was amazing. The main character although the ruthless, uncaring types, has a soft spot on characters younger than him and it's adorable. He a character who knows who to care for and not to care too much. He understands his main goal even when getting involved with those around. I love his way of doing things and the way he keeps surprising everyone with how sharp he is. It's really well written and I'm so excited to see where it goes. A solid 8 stars.

It also has a novel for those who want to read it.

-> Beauty and the Feast

plot: A young widow living an aimless life in a small apartment meets the son of the landlord who ends up moving next door. The son, who is an athlete in highschool and has the appetite of two beasts is invited the young woman for dinner. Thus, starts a new point of her life where she begins to find her old love for cooking.

This one is absolutely adorable. 8 stars too. The lady is such a beauty God it kills me. And the way she's always so hyped to cook for him to the point she begins to start loving cooking again. The boy is also adorable and we basically get to watch him mature. The romance part of this is quite slow-paced. After all it features a widow getting over her husband's death and a clueless highschooler. It's just mostly very wholesome and I had no alarms blaring at any point in my head.

-> Boy's Abyss

plot: The story that follows a young boy struggling with his painful existence of life. He meets his favorite idol, someone he used to watch to escape reality, behind his town's convenience store. Getting involved with her, he is pulled into a further hole of lies, obsession and betrayal threatening to tear his life apart.

I'll be honest. I started this at the beginning of March and I'm still not even halfway through with it. It's already done way more emotional damage than it should. But art style, and interesting plot-wise it's very...unique. Ngl angst lovers will gobble this shit up. 5 stars bc I'm not good with angst personally.

-> My Love Mix Up

plot: It all starts with Aoki borrowing his crush's eraser only to find out that it has Ida's -the boy sitting in front of him- name written on it! Even worse, Ida saw the eraser in Aoki's hand thinks it's his!?!? Well, for the sake of his crush''s dignity, he might as well play along! A sweet story of miscommunication blossoming into highschool love!!!

This one was absolutely adorable. One thing I particularly love about the miscommunication is that how it was resolved peacefully with no unneeded drama. No sir, this manga is a happy wholesome manga for our two extra special boys! I love how open Aoki is with his feelings while Ida is still trying to figure what feelings even mean. I also love the sideship in this manga featuring Aoki's cr- I mean, ex-crush. 10 stars.

also it now has a live adaptation in netflix!!!!

-> Sonna Me De Mite Kure

plot: A story featuring a perfect, narcissistic, school-prince and his object of affection; a shy, quiet boy with scary eyes and the prettiest of smiles.

also adorable. Both characters were lovable. I wish it wasn't so rushed though. If the manga had been a bit more slow paced I feel like their character development would've been even more *chef's kiss*. Also, a purely personal opinion; but the changing artstyle from comedic to serious didn't really mesh well? Except that's probably just me. All in all the art is super pretty and both characters are adorable in their own ways. 6 stars.

man I really didn't read much this month...

[ablazenqueen]

sorry i didnt get back you to you yesterday evening. but guess what?!!

i went to bed on time!!! im literally so proud of myself. like i legit passed out- i was so exhausted.

other news, im halfway through kieta hatsukoi and it's just- so flippin adorable.

usually i hate the miscommunication trope. it just usually bothers me so much. but this wasnt that. this was purposeful and careful and came from a genuinely good place. and i love that so much.

also- Aoki and Hashimoto are officially my comfort idiots one and two and i adore them with everyone atom of my body.

like this is probably the gay in me- but can i just keep hashimoto? can i keep her and hug her and love her and protect her and just- UGHHHHH!

not but. these characters are just so adorable and sweet and loveable and yeah yeah, i might be blazing through these too quickly, but i can always rewatch and overanalyse after.

let me just enjoy the adorableness.

'also, Ida is just such a sweet, genuine, beautifully written character.

anyways-

lots of love,

a well rested gabi. <3

<3 <3 <3

Aww Gabi, I’m so proud of you! I was really hoping that was the case, that you were catching up on sleep!

Dude, you’re already breezing through two of my recs??? At this point, I’m going to have to start making a second list, you’re going to run out of things to watch! Keep me posted, there are definitely a few more recommendations I can give once you’re out.

Right? Aren’t they precious? Kieta Hatsukoi is just such a feel-good show!

And Iisten, I say this all the time - very, VERY few tropes are actually “bad”. Some are just much harder to execute well than others. Miscommunication is one of those. It works well for comedies, but in dramas and romances, we tend to find it annoying because it only shows us that a couple isn’t in tune with each other. Kieta Hatsukoi gets away with it because a) the initial miscommunication was meant with the best of intentions and Aoki’s assumption that it couldn’t hurt anyone but himself, b) all subsequent miscommunications come from a place of personal insecurity and/or the characters trying to support each other in what they think the others want, c) it is used primarily for comedy. And when it’s used for angst? The miscommunication never comes in the form of lies and deceit. Their intentions are always good, they always want to help each other, so yeah, it’s hard to get mad at that.

Oh my god, all four of our mains though! Their group dynamic means everything to me!

And you talk about Hashimoto but friend, as a bisexual, seeing Aoki fall in love with Hashimoto then with Ida? Highkey relate. Boy really said, “My type? Ah yes, Kindness Incarnate™.” The universe replied, “And their gender?” And Aoki said, “Yes.” Me too, honey, me too.

[evanthefunky]

On a different Euphoria note, im gonna talk about each of the characters real quick bc I have Thoughts. [Disclaimer: i watched s1e1-5 last night, thats the info I have. Plus a handful of out-of-context (for me) spoilers of s1/2 stuff.]

(Under the cut bc I dont wanna bore or bother anyone w my rambles)

Rue- babygirl. I wanna hold her. But I also know that if I went to East Highland, I probably wouldn't be friends with her. For, yanno, the drug reasons. My brother would probably know her tho. But this isn't irl this is my thoughts so like. Zendaya.... is fucking.... incredible. And like. The shifting of addiction from a substance to a person? Yeah, that shit hits. The fixation on something is, I believe, a universal human experience. These vary in length and intensity, but we all know what its like to have a passion for something that obscures everything else. [Ooooh that's a good note for Nate. Put a pin in that thought, Ida] But that combined with the drugs and also trying to navigate how you feel about someone? Yeah!!!!! Yeah. That shit HITS!!! and when its queer? *drops*

Because like. Yeah. Exactly. And Zendaya and Hunter perform that so fucking well. Rue heaps shit onto her plate (or shit is heaped on for her- no one can really tell the difference, let's be real) and so when she meets Jules and literally her life begins to change because of this stranger, this new girl, who doesn't know Rue- who doesn't have a pre-decided notion or idea or opinion on this girl. Ugh. Its so good. And Jules is just. Such a great character and like. Consistent?

I may or may not be in love with Jules. (Thats bs bc I am in fact in love with her but Anyway...) Shes so fucking cute and pretty and also just like. Me????? In certain ways. I think I'd get along with Jules- even if its just a surface level friendship. Shes strong and kind and just. Like. So.... such a beautiful soul kinda person. She does make some... choices I would not make. But I understand she has a reason to do those things. I dont understand the reason and honestly I'm not sure if I really care. I just care that shes safe and that she knows she's loved. And her ability to navigate all of Rue's stuff- and clarifying a boundary!?!?!? Hell yeah!! I just. I think she's neat. I have hope for her and her story.

Nate... ok. So. Jacob Elordi is. Hot. But from the fucking beginning, Nate is shown to be an asshole. And honestly, im incredibly thankful for that. Because if he was shown from the beginning as someone who would be kind or honest or just like plain Sweet, I know I would like him as a character, hoping for moments for that to shine. But no, no. Its so easy for me to be like "damn, this motherfucker is the worst piece of shit. Thank god."

But beyond that, hes fucking fascinating. Maybe hes supposed to be a commentary (to a degree) on, like, what happens when young boys discover porn. Maybe hes just a fucking manipulative psychopath. Because like honestly. The whole "Tyler" thing... what did Jules ever do to you, except like, kinda make a fool of you at McKay's party? Like??????? Dude? Unless he knows about Jules and his dad???? But like? Baby its not your business and your dad already spoke with Jules and Jules already said that she wouldn't tell anyone? Like oh my God you're crazy. It is a little funny, though, to think about what he was thinking when we saw him smile at his phone when he was texting Jules. Was it because he genuinely was touched by the sweet interactions, or was he getting off on the manipulation and lying? And like. Did he imagine the night "Tyler" meeting Jules to go differently? Or was it all along a plot to just. Threaten to blackmail Jules? And also? Nate, you also received and sent nudes? So like. She literally could ruin your life much more than you could ruin hers. Altho the system would be unfortunately biased against her because she's trans so maybe hes putting all his chips on that???

But yeah. Hes fascinating. Hes insane. Hes hot in a twisted way that I enjoy watching but im also relieved that if he gets any shit thrown at him, I hope it sticks, because he deserves it.

The first time I laughed out loud to this show, though, was when we see Nate kill a man in a hypothetical kidnapping of Maddy. And then we cut to Nate facing Maddy on some sidewalk and he tells her "I would do anything for you." I think he may even say he would kill for her. And she just goes, "oh my god, you're literally the sweetest guy ever." Like!!! Ok I know its a moment for the audience to see how fucked up he is but like babe. Honey. Hes. He literally would. Without hesitation or thought. Fuck, he even beat someone up because you really did piss him off! Like!!!!!!! Danger danger danger!!! And of course the aaaaudience knows this and not Maddy herself but. Its just. Ridiculous.

Speaking of Maddy... wow. Man. Ouch. Oof. She is. So wrapped up in Nate. She made her entire confidence in him. Just like he wanted her to. Or maybe he didn't even plan that and maybe she didn't see anything he was doing. But it was not lost on me that she was wearing the Sharon Tate coat when they were watching the abuse survivor video. And the line of Rue's narration, "what made her really feel sick was that she knew... no matter what Nate did, she would always love him." (Or something like that.) And that's the thing. She thinks or she planned to have him wrapped around her finger, when instead he just pulled her deeper and deeper in to his .... mess. Shes an asshole and a victim. She also does not help her case in being an asshole to others for other reasons. But yeah uh. Wow.

Kat!!!!!! Ok listen. I think. She is powerful, but she thinks she's more powerful than she actually is. I... I mean, ok, at the rawness of it all, im terrified for her. I'm terrified for her because of the choices she's made. But this probably rounds up to my final point-

Sex is not the end-all-be-all and these are teenagers whose hormones are fucking complicated. Like, ok, duh. But like. Wow. Maybe its because of the way I was raised, maybe its because of my own internal struggles of trying to figure shit out about myself. But like. Damn. The synopsis of the show being "high schoolers trying to do Life while facing drugs, sex, and violence" (or Whatever) is so. Wow. Yep, that hits it on the nose. These kids, in this corner of the world, in this high school are so tied up in each other and just like. Wow. Its so. Like. I can see why the show is called a drama, but at the same time, I just find it a comedy. Becaus these are ultimately kids doing the worst fucked up shit that I can't comprehend. And thats entertainment, I guess. I think my line in my previous euphoria post really is my summarization of how I feel about the show-

I'm at peace with finding this show ridiculous because its not me facing this shitty consequences. Its an easy to analyze show, easy to watch in a sense that, yeah man, thats what happens, what did you fucking expect?

Thats an incredibly apathetic and probably wild view on fictional teenagers tearing each other apart in the most .... brutally non-physical ways.

[Idk where to put my thoughts on Fez, Cassie, Lex, and Ashtray bc this kinda became an essay with transition sentences at the end of the paragraphs. Anyway. We'll see.]