#HHHHM THIS IS GOING WELL

[eldritch-spouse]

Hey Pinnie! I’ve been working on two animatics for you characters. But I been having trouble with a character filling in a role. I’ll send a separate ask for the second animatic.

So I thought it would be funny to draw Fasma into Robot Hell: https://youtu.be/-OQjVdrZfZE?si=H3CR5yuPBZgXi7gn . I have no idea who would fit the Robot Devil. I thought Dorem first ‘cause you said he was chasing the old fart’s soul as a joke, but it really does not fit him.

If no one fits the role, then could I add my own character?

- 👁️.👁️

An animatic? Consider me cautiously flattered, they're quite the workload. :Y

Hhhhm, I'm really not sure who you could put in the place of Robot Devil.

I have never illustrated Xiko, who is a character I have in the backburner being redesigned since their old days. They will serve a new purpose and tie some lose ends regarding human trafficking to the Rings. This character has had and will continue to have ties to Fasma, but he hasn't been redrawn and rebuilt yet, and I'm not too sure if they'd make a half-decent Robot Devil too. :/ I honestly don't know.

Of course you're free to add your own character, it's your animatic! Plus, I never specified that other people's ocs couldn't interact with mine. In fact, it has been done in the past more than once.

Ahhhh good old AM.

That can work with anyone. Krulu talking towards Ludwig is okay, yes. But it could also be the initial stages of him with an Admin.

Wherein he truly has no qualms ripping on humanity and blaming you for your own human nature, even unloading his frustrations.

I suppose it fits well enough. In case you haven't noticed, something characteristic to Krulu's speech is that he doesn't use most abbreviations and will often go out of his way to complicate sentences. You've never heard "don't" from him, but you have heard several "do not"s. That's the only thing that could be jarringly out of place here, but otherwise it's a very in-character choice.

[dilfhakyeon-moved]

okay well anyway my dream was really whack i remember bits of it but im pretty sure i had an illness and was close to death the entire time

[fishstickfeind]

BE COMPLETELY HONEST!!!/non-theatening /being friendly

Who is a character from the Cars franchise that you didn’t expect to like but you are now a huge fan of?

For me I didn’t except to like Chick Hicks but now I’m a fan of him thanks to our calls on Discord and what I’d seen from this fandom!

NDNDKAJDJSKKS I’m glad to hear my uhm.. obsession interest in Chick Hicks has had some influence XD

Hhhhm I had to think about this for a bit! I know for a fact theres someone who I didn’t care much for but they grew on me but I can’t think of who…

Well, I’m gonna be honest here! (Tumblr please don’t kill me cause I know some of yall like her a lot) buttttt Sally. I don’t know if I’d say I’m a huge fan of her now but about a 6 on a scale of 1/10! I really liked her character, but the main reason is I built a strong bias against her because her gushing over Francesco in front of Lightning and behind Lightning’s back just did not sit well with me. I know all relationships have different bounderies and I fully respect that, but Lightning didn’t seem comfortable with it at all and I know if my partner started babbling about someone else infront of or behind me then I would gut myself and say adios to them really fast.

Same thing with Flo because she also babbled over Francesco while being with Ramone as well. If them and their partners are cool with it then go right ahead, but Lightning clearly not being okay with it just..put a bad feelin in my stomach, yknow? I still got some mixed feelings on her but for the sake of the show, my sanity, and not being gutted on tumblr, I’m tryin to put it in a not-so-dark light

I just want to say for the record, if you do like or love Sally at all, completely okay!! I’m not saying I hate her character or she deserves something bad or any of that, and I hold nothing against anyone that likes her. If you like her then go right ahead I will never stop you from that or hold a grudge or somethin!

[tuff-and-fluff-archives]

K, L, and X for Discord (and Ganondorf if you're up for doing two!) :>

Well you've waited this long, I might as well do both! :3

💞 Discord 💞

K, kind: How different are your and your f/o’s personalities?

While at first I am quite shy with newer people, when I can just have fun and be myself I feel like me and Discord are quite similar! Chaotic, fun-loving, do what we want and ignore what we don't, and I'll admit I may be a liiitle bit arrogant sometimes, but I'm nowhere near as bad as he can be! 😅💖💖

L, longing: Was your relationship a slow burn?

Hhhhm, I think maybe a little bit! It wasn't so much a slow burn as much as a moment when he accidentally hurt my feelings and it hit him all at once how much that hurt him 🥺💖💖💖

X, xenon: How far of a distance would your f/o go to see you?

Well luckily Discord's magic allows him to transport himself anywhere at anytime, so there's literally no distance he wouldn't travel to be with me! 💖💖

🖤 Ganondorf 🖤

K, kind: How different are your and your f/o’s personalities?

We could not be more different if we tried. We're literally the "someone will die" "of fun!" couple, but ya know, opposites attract! 💖💖

L, longing: Was your relationship a slow burn?

Honestly, not really! Love is something that he's never really dealt with and if he has, then he's tried to suppress it. It really wasn't until one fateful moment in battle when he saw me about to be attacked that something in his just clicked, and he charged at the enemy with no type of plan or strategy, just concern for me channeled into pure anger at my attacker.

X, xenon: How far of a distance would your f/o go to see you?

I know it's the most cliche and obvious answer, but I like to think that he'd travel any distance to reunite with me. Like, say I was captured by an enemy force, then his one and only objective would be to pursue the enemy until I was safe with him once again 🥺💖💖

💜 ask game here! 💜

[blackenedwhite97]

Trials ( An Erasermic x Reader Medieval AU Ch.11-12)

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

https://blackenedwhite97.tumblr.com/post/643722830321696769/trials-an-erasermic-x-reader-medieval-au

CHAPTER 11

The next time you awoke the long glass ceiling was filled with inky darkness, a dull amber glow barely vignetting the far edge of the sky. There was no longer a hustle and bustle in the hall beyond the closed heavy doors to your wing, and across from you Hizashi breathed softly in his sleep. He had changed his clothes since you'd fallen asleep, he was wearing a similar forest green tunic to the one he had one when you first met him and his hair washed and haloing out around him. You too had been changed in your sleep, your oversized traveling clothes replaced with a fresh white linen dressing gown. Next to Hizashi, stretched out across a still made cot, was Shouta. He had yet to change fully, his pants were still the same black worn trousers he'd been wearing for the last handful of days but he'd peeled off the heavy top layers and was wearing a thin linen shirt not so dissimilar to your dressing gown.

The door creaked open every so slightly, wavering golden light spilling into the room in a clean molten ray. A man, peered in, his features silhouetted by the torches in the hallways, his head was more than a foot or so higher than the average man's head when standing tall. The edge of his broad shoulder peeked through the door as well, and a huge hand wrapped around the edge of the door. He slowly pushed the door open, trying to keep the heavy door's moans to a minimum. As he entered the room you got a good look at his full size, he was enormous. His shoulders were as wide and Shouta and Hizashi's side and his arms reminded you of the brutal strength in an ox's legs, you could see defined mounds of muscle through the rich red velvet that encircled his arms.

"Hello." He whispered softly, looking at you. You could see the faintest outline of his face in the light from the hallway, a kind smile across his lips.

"H-hello." you greeted back, choking on the dryness in your throat.

He walked towards you, for a man his size he was exceptionally quiet. He wasn't soundless like Shouta could be but his foot falls were light and controlled like he had lots of practice roaming around in the small hours when everyone was asleep. The closer he got the more you could see, he had golden hair that was neatly combed back, two clocks in the front refuting the lay flat, and glowing blue eyes. The doublet he wore was a rich blue quilted velvet, the long sleeved tunic beneath it made from red velvet, the clasps of the doublet were gold and the shoulers were lined with little tufts of white fur. He was dressed unbelievably lavishly, his clothes fitting to those of a king.

"My name is Toshinori." He greeted, sitting down smoothly on the cot next to you.

"Toshi- Lord Toshinori?" you gasped. You tried to sit up, maybe even stand, tried to make an effort to greet the lord properly.

"Please," he raised a hand to stop you, "it's alright. I take it Shouta and hizashi have told you a bit about us then?"

"A-a little bit," You muttered, still acutely aware you were speaking to a lord you threw in some formality for good measure, "m-my Lord."

"Good." He was still smiling but there was an air of awkwardness about it. "You may call me Toshinori when we aren't speaking under official circumstances, Y/n."

"Of course, m-Toshinori." You smiled politely. A Lord, who didn't want to be referred to as a Lord, at all times? You suddenly understood Shouta's horrendous display of court formalities a few days ago. "How did you-"

"I spoke to Shouta earlier today, after you and Hizashi were tended to he came to speak to me. He informed me of your meeting and of some of the details of our travels, you've had a very exciting week." The way he spoke warmed you to your bones, kindness seeped outwards from him in thick wafting waves.

"That's a nice way to put it." you responded. Exciting. Try traumatic.

"Yes," he chuckled deeply, "I've been told I tend to sugar coat things."

He fidgeted awkwardly with a clasp on his doublet and sighed, his eyes were far away in thought.

"Regardless of what you've experienced, Y/n, you are safe here." He looked up at you.

"What is here?" you asked, wanting so badly to understand how a man you'd only just met could make that promise so assuredly.

"Hhhhm, where to begin. What do you know?" he asked, a sparkle in his eye.

"About this place?" You collected your thoughts for a moment before speaking. "Shouta and Hizashi say that it's their home, that the people who live here have special abilities like- like me."

You tried to stop yourself out of habit, the idea that you could exist here without hiding this part of yourself would take some getting used to.

"Before that, though... I suppose just the legends of towns folk and gossiping children whispered about the great disappearing fortress in the mountains, a home to the creatures that stalk the mountains at night." You paused for a moment, remembering how you'd passed through a set of trees and then all of a sudden the walls were rising up before you. "You don't have an army of ghouls and spirits in secret do you?"

"Not that I am aware of." Toshinori laughed. "I'm ever so amazed at how those stories have kept over time, probably for the best..."

He trailed off, he looked far away again, this time he was looking at something specific. He cleared his throat softly as he came back.

"Well, I suppose I'll start from the beginning." He shifted further onto the bed. "My name is Toshinori Yagi, I grew up far away in the west. I'm the second born to the House of Yagi and was, once upon a time, first in line for the throne. That was, until my mother found out I was different, to her I was dealing with dark arts and witchcraft, but to me I was suddenly plagued with abilities no sane man would ever ask for."

He looked at his hands, as if they held a script.

"My mother, she was very religious you see, and she could not have a son who would go so far against God so as to practice witchcraft so she motioned for my father to kill me." Toshinori was speaking casually, as if he'd told this story many times over. "He was a kind man, my father, and he couldn't bring himself to order an execution. Instead I was ordered into exile, and sent into the world with nothing. I wandered, I wandered and found pity from a farmer who let me stay in his stables and later a traveling merchant who let me ride with him to the east and again from an old woman who'd lost her son and couldn't till her own land any longer.

" I stayed in a village not far from here for months, and while there, I learned of the local myths surrounding this fortress. At the time it was said that it was empty save perhaps a pack of wolves that had made a home in a portion of the crumbled wall. I stayed in that village until the winter frost began to form and farm work ran out for me." Toshinori paused, it was only a brief moment of silence before he started again, his voice slightly more grim than before.

"I needed somewhere to stay, shelter that wasn't haphazardly pitched tents that filled up with smoke every night. I found myself in the hills and looked up to the mountainside at the great stone walls of this fortress and decided that, even if it were just for the winter, that there had to be somewhere here I could make a home.When I arrived, however, I found that the village folk had been sorely mistaken about the fortress being empty and decrepit. This is where I met the woman that would change my life, the woman who would teach me how to control these new abilities of mine and the woman who would make all of this possible." Toshinori gestures around.

" Her name was Nana Shimura and she was like us, special. She let me stay the winter and eventually the spring and then eventually she realized she wouldn't be able to get rid of me. It wasn't long until Nana was able to help me control my own strength, she was a great teacher, after all. One day, in the late fall, I'd been on my way back up the mountain with some supplies from town when I happened across a man who was wandering the forest looking for a woman he'd been told could help him.

"He said that he'd heard of a witch who lived in an old fortress haunted by spirits that could help someone who suddenly found themselves plagued with dark abilities." Toshinori cleared his throat. "He had originally wanted to be healed, wanted to be stripped of his abilities."

"I-is that possible?" You blurted out, you had been trying so hard not to interrupt but the idea that you could theoretically go back to a normal life sparked something in you.

"Not in any way that I know of." Toshinori hummed. "We were curious too but we were never able to find anything that supported what this man believed Nana could do. Instead, he came to stay with us for a while."

Toshinori paused again as if you waited for more questions, there was a part of you that would have gladly taken the opportunity if the other, rational part of you hadn't been screaming at you for having just interrupted a Lord. When you didn't speak he continued.

"It was in finding that man that I realized that Nana and I were not alone, that there must be more people like us. I wanted to make somewhere for people like us, ostracized, unjustly convicted," Toshinori's fists balled, his knuckles paling. "somewhere for us to seek refuge."

"A safe haven." You muttered dreamily.

"Exactly." He hummed. " I was in line for the throne and even that couldn't save me. I realized very quickly I was lucky, though. Had I been born ro any lesser family my neck would have been on the chopping block, or my body hanging from a noose. And so, I welcome all sorts to Kaer Yuuei, and we became a fully functioning community in no time. We were small in numbers but with our abilities being so vast and varied we found new ways to thrive. Now, we're the largest settlement of our kind."

"There are others?" you asked, shocked.

"Yes." he looked saddened, his fingers picking at his knuckles. " There was one to the south, but it has been annihilated in recent years by House Noro.

Your blood ran cold. The name, Noro, seemed to follow you everywhere.

"There are two more far to the east, smaller settlements that work together rather well. We've had brief dealings with them in the past." He continued. "But they were all formed only after I began my work here."

"Y-you started this place on your own?" You stammered. He seemed so kind to begin with, but the more he spoke to more you understood there was something deep within him that went beyond just kindness. He spoke about his own family so blasé but when he spoke of the shuddering of others, his hands trembled. He was that special sort of person, the sort of person your mother had been. He was a good man. It was rare to find anyone who would go beyond the law and the church, someone who went beyond just staying in line. If someone like him had been in your little village...Shouta and Hizashi had, you reminded yourself. They were also good men. You glanced wistfully at them as they slept.

"Not on my own," Toshinori smiled, blush creeping across his face. "I had help."

Toshinori followed your eyeline, watching the two of them sleep for a moment before looking away.

"I met those two nearly ten years ago." He smiled. "Hizashi came riding up the mountain side one day, a barely conscious Shouta sliding from his saddle. They had come from the southern country, and Shouta was in a bad way. They had had dealings with the House of Noro."

You straighten up at that name, Noro. It was understandable the fear that Shouta had expressed at the idea of witch hunters, especially given what they thought you all were, but there'd been something more to his ration when Hizashi had told him about seeing the crest. Something you hadn't been sure at the time you were able to ask about, in fact, you still weren't.

"That's a story for him to tell, I'm afraid." Toshinori smiled at you. "Shouta wanted to go back south when he was able to travel once again, but it was Hizashi who convinced him to stay. Instead they traveled to the surrounding towns to keep an eye out for any signs of House Noro or their victims who had fled north. It was they who pioneered our efforts to find and protect others like us outside of these hills."

"Hm." you breathed. "Even if it hadn't been them who found me, I'd still have them to thank."

You were both silent for a moment, something hung heavy over Lord Toshinori's head.

"I hope you don't feel as though you are in debt to us, y/n." He looked up at you, a very grim look on his face. "We don't even want you, or anyone here for that matter, to feel as though they owe us their allegiance. We-"

He sighed heavily.

"Many of us have experienced the same fate, experienced the same kind of baseless hatred. We- we can't just stand by and watch others burn." His lip...quivered. You could barely see it in the dull light but there was a twinkle of tears welling up in his eyes.

"I'm afraid, whether you want it or not, I do owe you all my life." You chewed your lip. "But, if the only way for me to repay that debt is to thrive, in spite of what had been done to us...well, I think I can do that."

Toshinori smiled wide, a laugh shaking his shoulders. He wiped his cheek with the back of his hand and sniffed loudly.

"A-are you crying?" Shouta asked blearily from his cot, rubbing his eyes.

"It's not my fault this time, I swear." Toshinori laughed softly, realizing he had to be quieter lest he want to also wake Hizashi. "She's a good one."

"Yeah," Shouta smiled sleepily and looked at you through heavy eyelashes. "I know."

You smiled back. He was so...relaxed. Even during the calm points in your travel Shouta still seemed aware, or alert, or at least uncomfortable. For the first time since you'd met him he seemed fully relaxed, like he'd been able to leave his constant vigilance at the gate. There was something about the way he slumped back against the headboard to this cot that warmed you. You suddenly felt as safe as he seemed to, waves of relief washed over you. You hadn't realized that you'd been holding on to so much fear until just now, even when Toshinori had promised you safety you'd been reluctant to let go.

You were, for the first time since this had all begun, really looking forward. Not staring with empty eyes at a horizon, fooling yourself into thinking you were trying to think of the future, when really you were too stuck in the present and the past. A sudden flurry of thought hit you, like who would you meet, what would you eat, would you become a healer here, what would you do for a living, where would you live.

"Uh," you swallowed. "W-where am I going to live? I mean, how does this work, here?"

"We'll have to find you a place." Toshinori leaned back comfortably, as if problem solving was his natural state. "You may have to stay in the training barracks for a while, or possibly the dorms at the school until we can get you settled."

"She can-" Shouta started abruptly, then slowed himself down. "She can stay with us, for the time being. We've already been traveling together so-"

"If Y/n is alright with that, I suppose." Toshinori pondered. "Of course, if you want more privacy you could always-"

"I would like that." you rushed. "I-I uh, don't really want to...be alone."

A wild blush crept across your face and you looked down at your hands. It was strange, you felt inexplicably safe with both of these men, perhaps it was the vulnerability the Lord had just shown you, but you felt as though they could be trusted with that information. However, you were a fully grown woman who lived on her own for the better part of her adult years now and admitting something like that was mortifying.

You felt the edge of your cot dip and looked up to find Shouta sitting at your feet. He placed a hand on your leg and ran his up and down your leg in long soothing motions.

"You don't have to be." he hummed, sleep still thick in his voice. He was half awake but his instincts were still telling him to comfort you. You heart swelled.

"Settled." Toshinori declared. "You have time to get settled, to build a life Y/n. Don't worry about the future just yet, alright?"

CHAPTER 12

Winter

6 months Later

The world had frozen overnight, what had started off as a mild winter had quickly become snow up to your knees and breaths freezing on your lips. You peered beyond the bushes, the buck knee-deep in snow, its snout rummaging around for frozen berries of a snow capped bush. You slowly shifted your balance so you were perched up on one knee, your other leg propped to balance you. Slowly you lifted your semi-translucent shimmering bow, an arrow notched and ready to be drawn. You hoped the bush would give you enough cover to hide the dull purple glow that radiated from your bow as you aimed. You'd been able to somewhat control the amount of light and the opacity of the items you conjured since coming to Kaer Yuuei but there was always a residual purple glow about everything.

You stilled yourself and dre your bow, lining up a shot towards the lower front of the buck's abdomen. You could feel the strain of the bow under your fingers, with every passing second your arms began to sway more and more under the draw weight. You held your breath and released the arrow, somewhat cloaked by its transparent nature, you could barely see it fly over the snow. The buck shunted sideways with the force of the blow and scuttled into the treeline, disappearing over a bank of snow that had piled up around the base of the trees. You dropped the bow, the astral conjuration blinking from existence before it could hit the snow.

You dashed through clearing after the buck, with a wound like that, especially now that the arrow had been dismissed, it wouldn't take too long for the buck to pass out. A thick trail of blood had melted through the snow, the buck only made it a few rows of trees before its legs gave out. Its eyes were glazed over and its breaths were shallow and laboured and you had to grit your teeth and close your eyes and you summon a long blade to make its final moments easier. You looped a thick rope around it's rear hooves and begna your trek back to Kaer Yuuei, towing your bounty behind you in the snow.

The sun had begun to set by the time you made it to the gates, as the mountain side grew darker the golden lights of Kaer Yuuei grew brighter.

"Y/n!" Kirishima greeted, smiling brilliantly. He was one of the boys you'd seen opening the gates of the first day you arrived and over the last six months you'd learn he was one of Shouta's students. "There's an emergency council at the hall, just got called a few minutes ago. I'll take the buck to the butcher so you're not late."

As if the buck hadn't weighed over two hundred pounds, Kirishima wrapped the rope around his hands and hauled it off down the road with ease. You jogged through the layers of the fortress, noticing the streets were less busy than they normally were. This meant that either the snow had deterred folks from leaving their homes or that the council was dire. Councils were held in what you had assumed to be Lord Toshinori's manor when you first arrived at Kaer Yuuei, however you later found out that he only lived on one of the upper floors and the rest of this building was used by the public for gatherings, councils and a place to host large celebratory meals.

The door was just barely cracked open and as you slipped in you were met with a broad pair of shoulders, you ducked to the side and apologized for the near collison. A hand grabbed yours and tugged you away towards a pillar that left a bit of an empty pocket behind it, away from the overly crowded room. You followed, looking up to see Hizashi grinning at you. His nose and cheeks were pink as if he'd just come in from the cold and he still had a great furry hood pulled up over his head.

"You're late." he mumbled under his breath as the two of you settled next to the pillar. The room was filled with a low rumble of voices, the council had obviously not started just yet. You could hear a few words here and there, some were just talking idly and others wondering why the council had been called.

"The snow slowed me down." You responded, taking off your thick fur lined mittens. "Where's Sho? I thought you two had class together today."

"At the front." Hizashi's usually dopey grin faltered. "He got called away by Toshinori earlier today, I think something's happened. I heard whispers of a scout returning late last night in bad shape."

" I heard there were some sightings of House Noro not too far from here, a little south but still too close for comfort." A sultry, feminine voice hummed behind you.

You looked over your shoulder to see a familiar face. Nemuri was a beautiful woman with long dark hair and icy blue eyes, a coy smile seemed to be permanently affixed to her lips. Nemuri had become one of your closest points of contact since coming to Kaer Yuuei, she had been friends with Hizashi since he was a kid. They went their separate ways as teens, Hizashi leaving after the bandit attack on his village and the two of them reconnected years later, here.

Hizashi swore under his breath and crossed his arms.

"Makes sense." He grumbled. "That's why'd they call Sho."

You were about to ask for clarification on the rumor but Toshinori's booming voice rang out, silencing the room.

"I understand the shift change is going to happen soon so I'll make this as quick as possible." He started, his voice sounded tired. Hell, he looked tired, his normal shining yes were weighed down by dark circles. "A week ago one of our agents went missing, he turned up again last night. He'd been intercepted by a group of riders while returning from an investigation out west and was abducted."

There was a collective breath. You could feel the tone of the room change all in one moment, there was a tense fear beginning to creep into everyone. Yourself included.

"Whilst in captivity our agent was able to obtain important information. Namely that the riders who abducted him were of House Noro, this was verified by Shouta who examined a letter with a crest our agent had managed to collect." Toshinori glances sparingly at Shouta. You weren't able to see much of Shouta through the crowd but you could tell he was slouching, and there was a dark look on the half of his face you could see. "What's more is that he was able to find out that the Noro family have been enslaving gifted people and forcing them to work on their behalf. While we are not entirely clear to what these gifted individuals can do, our agent was able to find out one of the slaves had a tracking abiltiy."

A smaller man, perhaps he was regular sized only to be dwarfed by Toshinori, stepped forward with a linen bag and handed it off to the Lord.

"From what our agent was able to gather this individual is able to track the general direction of an individual, using an object with immense personal value. During their escape our agent grabbed an item he'd seen the tracker using." Toshinori opened the bag and reached inside. You shifted to the side a bit to peer through a set of large shoulders, trying to get a better view of the item and he pulled it out.

"We believe that this item is how they've managed to get so close to us." he declared, withdrawing his hand.

From his fingertips dangled a necklace. The chain was silver, warped in places, and in the center hung a polished turquoise stone surrounded by silver filigree. That necklace, the last time you'd seen that necklace it had been glittering in the sun a handful of yard from you, hanging at a vender's stall and labeled a witch's medallion. You'd dreamed about that necklace a few times since you'd made it to Yuuei, about how it hung around your mother's neck, how it looked against her always clean linen dresses, how you'd wanted it for yourself so badly as a child. You'd half thought about going back to find it or asking the next person who would be passing through your old town to buy it for you.

Your stomach dropped, and suddenly the room was too hot and your mouth was dry. Your breaths felt heavy, like running your hand through water. The men in front of you were radiating heat, scorching waves of sweat. Hizashi and Nemuri too, and you pulled back. Your back met someone's chest and you huffed a rushed apology and ducked away, yoru shoulder brushed someone and then another, no where you ducked to was safe. The room was positively sweltering now, sweat was pooling under your jacket and every person you came in contact with felt like a hot iron pressed into your body, breaths coming harder and harder with every contact. You scrambled for the door, trying to dip and weave and stay away from stray shoulders and out cropped elbows. You pushed on the heavy doors with all your weight and were greeted with a cold wind, littered with snowflakes and you stepped out into the night.

Hizashi clamoured out after you, you name on his lips. He'd been calling you names you'd realized as the cold snow granted you more clarity. He's been calling your name the whole time. You didn't have the breath to speak, you didn't have the breath to think. You barely hand enough to be feeling the panic that was rising in your chest. You slid down to your knees in the show and buried your bare hands into the fresh icy powder trying to grip for more clarity.

"Y/n," Hizashi's arms wrapped around you and you could feel his chest pressing into you back. He'd slip down into the snow with you. "what's happening?"

His voice was soft, comforting but a little frightened. He placed his chin on your shoulder and in an instant just having him wrapped around you your breaths came easier.

"The-" you panted, swallowing hard. He waited patiently, looking his finger through yours. "The necklace, Hizashi-"

"What about it?" he asked, directing your frantic thoughts as you trailed off.

"Mine." you hiccuped. Hot tears were swelling in your eyes now, the panic was giving way to guilt now. "Me. They're tracking-"

"It'll be, okay." Hizashi shushed you softly.

It wasn't true. It hadn't been true, not ever. You were meant to die in that cage, you cheated death when they showed up and this was punishment for that. You were the reason why this new life of yours was going to be taken away.

"Stop." you huffed. "Stop- lying."

Hizashi's arms tensed, you'd hit a nerve. He pulled away and stepped around you so he was crouching in the snow, his emerald green eyes boring into your own.

"I'm not." he declared. "We'll fix this, we always do. We'll take care of you."

You felt your bottom lip quiver and the tears that welled up in your eyes fell. You'd needed saving so much during your time with Shouta and Hizashi and you tried not to feel badly about it but you couldn't help but feel guilty now. Not only was you who needed saving but now all of the gifted folk who were in danger because you were the one they were tracking. Hizahsi grabbed your face with both of his hands and stared in your weeping eyes, you could see him breaking apart slowly. He sighed and dropped his head to yours, leaning against you. His breath floated up into the air and surrounded you.

"I'll talk to Toshinori when the council is adjourned, we'll figure this out." He sniffed.

You nodded against him.

"I- I just need some time-" you sniffed hard. "time to collect myself. I'm going to head home."

He helped you up, again you were reminded of how strong he was despite his lithe frame.

"We're not losing you." he smiled sadly at you.

He looked at you for a moment, lingering long enough to stew in whatever emotions were boiling up inside of him. He blinked them down, cleared his throat and turned back toward the hall. He turned back briefly, jutting his child out toward the east wall where your shared home was and ordered you away with a soft "go".

You obliged and started off towards home, snow crushing beneath your heavy boots. Your hands were burning now with that awful sting of freezing skin. The snow that had melted against your skin was freezing now into thin sheets of ice and you found yourself being able to wipe it off on your coat in thin layers of white. Your cheeks stung, the spilled tears leaving you skin raw and susceptible to the cold.

By the time you made it to the wall, you were so frozen that you could feel the warmth radiating from the apartments stacked against it. You sprinted up the staircase to your door, wishing desperately that Hizashi and Shouta had gotten a ground level home as your foot slipped out from under you and you gripped the rickety wooden railing for dear life. There was a dull glow through the warped glass window, a luxury you hadn't yet gotten used to, windows that didn't need shutters. You pulled on the latch and was greeted by warm humid air and a small dying fire in the hearth. Another luxury you weren't accustomed to, fires that were tended to throughout the day for you so your home was warm when you returned. Living in Kaer Yuuei was somewhat a dream at times if you were honest.

You still remembered the first time you'd stepped foot in your new home, despite the fact that Hizashi and Shouta had spent the whole day with you in the hospital. You'd never lived higher than ground level, and you felt as though you had to walk softly everywhere so as not to disturb your lower neighbors. Hizashi got a good laugh at that one, watching you tiptoe around for days before telling you that they lived over a storage room.

Back then the living space was a little different, there were three rooms. The main room was the largest and had held a bed big enough for the two of them on one side, a fireplace on the other and a worn out chaise lounge that looked as though it had once existed in a castle somewhere was sat in the middle. When you'd ask about it later Hizashi would grin and tell you that it was stolen from a rather unkindly noble during a move from one city to the next, however he would be very adamant that it was not he who did the thieving. The other two rooms were smaller, one a store room that was on the other side of a small door on the far side of the bed and the other a lavatory through a door on the other side of the bed. Along the far side of the room there was a line of twine strung up around the ceiling, pieces of parchment with dexterously drawn scribbles, letters with misspelled words and small crafts hung from it. A fraying thick knitted blanket and a bundle of furs were draped over the chaise lounge, obviously seeing very little use in the hot summer days. At the foot of the bed there was a large dented drunk and a small furry animal curled atop it snoring.

"Uh, w-welcome home." Hizashi smiled. "We'll obviously have to change some things around now that you're here."

It was around the same size as your cottage, only in your cottage you'd managed to pack in a counter, a kitchen table, a padded bench you used as a bed for your patients, a large chair with a footrest you usually slept in, two bookcases of herb bunches and glass vials and fireplace. Compared to your cottage this was rather spacious.

"There's a lavatory through there." Shouta pointed to the closest door awkwardly as if he was showing his new home to his parents awaiting judgement. It was strange, you realized, seeing their domestic life after having spent the entirety of your time with them sleeping in the wilderness and running from armed mercenaries. "But there's some hot springs in the caves behind the hall where most of the fortress tends to bathe."

"A hot spring?" you repeated. "This place is starting to feel like a resort."

"Yeah," Shouta looked lost in space, staring wistfully at nothing in particular. "it's pretty nice here."

You looked around again when a thought sprung itself on you. There was one bed... and a couch. It wasn't that you were opposed to sharing a bed with them, in fact the three of you were essentially sharing a bed by combining your bedrolls in the bottom of the wago for the last few days of the journey and before that Hizashi had woken up nearly cuddling you a few times. It was more that you were unsure of where you stood. It was one thing to admit you found each other attractive and another entirely to act upon those attractions.

"So," you toed your boots together awkwardly and looked at the chaise lounge, "is that mine or, uh- are we going to get a cot?"

Hizashi's brow shot up and his eyes darted back and forth between you and the chaise lounge.

"No." He snorted, incredulously. "You're sleeping in the bed!"

Then it dawned on him, the real question. A bright pink blush sprung up in his cheeks and a small nervous grin formed at his lip.

"Well," He began one long stammering sentence, "only if you want to- or feel comfortable- i mean we don't have to- we can take the - although i don't think we'd really fit and-"

He was rattling off half finished sentences faster than you could piece them together, a thin veil of nervous sweat forming at his brow. He started to nervously laugh between sentences, blushing more furiously than before. You fought off a smile and side eyes Shouta to gage his reaction to find him openly grinning. He looked pleased, both with the offer and with Hizashi bumbling. His eyes flickered to you and there was a silent moment between you, something you were starting to realize was going to be a hallmark of your relationship, these wordless conversations. He nodded softly answering the silent question of whether you really belonged here. The question had tugged at the back of your mind since you woke up after Toshinori's visit, whether your attachment to them was a circumstance of how you met and whether theirs was some sort of saviors complex. Whether you were really meant to be here with them or if you were encroaching on their lives. But it melted away with the way Shouta looked at you, with such a dreamy softness. You could feel the contentment with this life in his eyes, you could see love in his eyes.

You strode over to hizashi and took his fidgeting hands in yours, his mouth instantly unable to form real words. You take a split second to muster up all your courage, this certainly felt harder than running away from murderous mercenaries, and places and kisses on Hizashi's lips. It was short but sweet and just as you pulled back he let go of your hands and gently clasped each side of your face and pulled you in, this time for a longer more passionate kiss that pulled the breath right from your lungs.

Behind you you heard a low laugh and when you separated Hizashi rested his forehead against yours but one of his hands began to fish around his pocket. He giggled softly to himself and apologized under his breath, still obviously flustered from the kiss. Then a coin was being tossed over your shoulder and Shouta, silent as ever was behind you, catching it. Hizashi's hand returned your cheek and instead of kissing you against he stayed pressed against you for a moment.

Then you realized what just happened.

"Wait." You pulled back. "Did you- did you make a bet about me kissing you?!"

"Yeah." Shouta hummed behind you, he pressed forward his chest meeting your back. You felt the instinctual want to just melt back into him but fought it. "I was sure it'd be with him first."

"H-how were you so sure I'd kiss either of you!" you huffed, albeit playfully.

"Oh no." Hizashi laughed. "I'm the only emotionally adept one here, aren't I?"

"W-hwat you do you mean?" you pouted.

"Shouta bet you won't kiss either of us and that I'd have to do it." he smirked.

You looked over your shoulder at Shouta who seemed unbothered by any of the statements being made.

"I'm not as bad as him," you turned back to Hizashi, "am I?"

Shouta scoffed behind you, pulling away and stalking over to the bed where he freely fell backwards on top of the plush mattress.

"No," Hizashi pulled you closer, looking down at you with heavy lids. That same liquid love swirling in his eyes as Shouta's. "He wouldn't have gone in for the kiss at all. That was a very romantic way of telling me to shut my mouth."

Your own words echoed in the your mind. I don't really want to be alone. You wouldn't have to be and even if it wasn't meant to be forever, it felt pretty good for now to be with them. Maybe their hero complex would wear thin and maybe their bathroom habits would put you off but that was a someday problem. For now, falling asleep in their arms, your boys on either side of you felt pretty good. No more cold night, no more hard bruising cages, no more estrangement.

***

That was six months ago and everynight they still held you and you them, every day you still looked into their eyes and found love and every morning Hizashi took way too long to get ready for the day. The apartment now had a much larger bed, it had to be custom framed to fit all three of you comfortably, and the once lavish Chaise lounge was unfortunately given to Nemuri who had more room for it. A writing desk had replaced it, somewhere for the three of you to draft reports of your patrols.

You woke up, Hizashi's arms draped over you loosely. He was a snorer, and with his gift even a shallow breath could resonate down your spine. You blinked hard, clearing the sleep from your eyes and looked around the room, the space Shouta usually occupies was empty and letting the cold in. You lifted your head and looked around finding him slouched over at the writing desk, penning something absent mindedly.

"Hey." you mumbled, sitting up and sliding off the edge of the bed. He didn't respond, keeping his eyes on the page. You stood fully and took a few steps towards him.

"Did Hizashi, uh- tell you?" You asked, clearing your throat awkwardly. "And Toshi?"

"Mm Hmm." He hummed quietly.

"Oh, good." you nodded to yourself. "Is there any plan, anything I can do?"

"No." he grunted shortly. "Just stay out of the wood for now. Actually for you, not travel. Period."

He hadn't looked up at you. His writing got more sloppy, aggressive even. You could see frustration boiling up inside of him and you could tell it was directed at you. That guilt that you'd momentarily forgotten about hit you in the chest leaving a heavy stone plummeting to your gut. You didn't know the full story between Shouta and House Noro, you just knew that he had a run in with them years ago. This must have been a nightmare for him, having them so close to Kaer Yuuei, his safe haven. And it was you who lead them hear no less, unintentionally, which made it worse because he probably felt like he couldn't really be upset with you.

"Sho," you muttered, your voice cracking. That got his attention, he turned around to look at you, his expression hard to read. "I'm sorry. I'm- if I hadn't come here- I'm the weak link here."

Shouta stood and strode towards you, there was a strange sort of power in the way he moved. Like he was trying to cut through a crowd of people with a specific destination in mind. But when his hand reached your shoulders and pulled you close to him he was gentle and you felt as though he was swaddling you in safety.

"I'm sorry." he breathed into your hair. "I didn't mean to sound like that. I- I'm just..scared."

You looked up at him startled. You had been half ready to get the full force of what anger you thought he held towards you, and the fact that you received the exact opposite was jarring enough. However, Shouta flat out admitting he was scared was more perplexing. Over the last six months you realized that Shouta had no problems admitting to a few things, namely all of his annoyance and misunderstanding of social conventions or when he forgot to do or get something. Those were more so things Hizashi seemed to get hung up on and would try to play it cool over. Shouta had more trouble admitting his own emotions, Hizashi said that he was much better at expressing positive emotions more readily, but you'd never really heard thim admit to being upset or scared willingly. Hizashi was like a magician when it came to getting Shouta to talk about his feelings, a very persistent and borderline irritating magician.

"I know." you muttered. " Me too."

He sighed and pressed you against him.

"What have I told you about my life before Kaer Yuuei?"

[my-self-ship-wonderland]

Day five: shopping

@selfshipweek   I know it’s February, but I decided to make this one christmas themed for no discernable reason. Also, this one is not cute cause I really hate shopping. (Insert john mulaney meme) I will pepper in the fact that I am autistic. This ones a bit short cause writing it made me feel icky, apparently writting about sensory badness makes you feel bad, even if you’re in your nice cold quiet room, which I think is just unfair. Oh, also tw for non serious suicide mentions. Yk, not in the serious way, but just when you’re mad and you say ugh im gonna kms. just a heads up 

I pulled a folded up sheet of paper out of my pocket and frowned at it, holding it close to my face. “Okay, we need to be quick about this.” I said to Severus, standing next to me next to a wall as muggle shoppers hurried past. “Why?” he asked, turning to look at me, ignoring the peculiar glances his clothes were earning. 

“Because shopping centers make me want to kill myself, and if I have to touch any more people than is strictly, strictly necessary I will pull my stomach out with a pair of fishhooks.” I said grimly, miming the action and tucking the sheet of paper back into my pocket. “Right, we’ll do the bookshop first, cause it’s outside and I’m already way too hot.” I grabbed Severus’ hand and the two of us made our way through the crowd of holiday shoppers. “I thought you didn’t want to touch anyone.” Severus said as we hurried in a winding path through the shopping center. “I didn’t want to touch anyone unnecessarily. You’re necessary.” I said sharply, sucking my stomach in to try and offset the writhing discomfort growing therein. “Sorry. My voice sounded mean, it’s not my intention.” I tried to soften your voice, but I still ended up sounding harsh. 

“I know. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you be really mean.” Severus said as I swerved hurriedly round a group of men dragging their feet in the middle of the path, looking at their phones. “Well get ready, cause by the end of today I‘m gonna be seething.” I said, glaring at no-one in particular. 

We finally made it to the bookshop, where I purchased a book for my mother. I stood starkly upright, stretching the muscles in my back and still holding Severus’ hand. “Thank you.” I smiled at the woman behind the counter, dropping my face back into a scowl as she turned away. “Right, bookshop done. I’m so jealous you don’t have anything to buy.” Severus nodded. “Why couldn’t you order your presents by owl if you hate shopping so much?” he asked.

“Cause my family doesn’t want wizard shit, they want muggle shit.” I said, leaving the bookshop. “Ohhh, can you just fucking move out the way, you stupid fucking son of a bastard.” I hissed angrily as the woman in front of us waved side to side as she walked down the road. “You pathetic excuse for a person, I should hex you for breathing.” I growled under my breath, and lurched forward as she waited a little longer on one side. I practically dragged Severus past her, and we walked back into the shopping centre. I narrowed your eyes, and ground my teeth as I thought about which shop I needed next. “Are you okay?” Severus asked.

“I’m good, I’m great, it’s just so hot and loud and fucking crowded and people keep bumping into me, but I just need to get three more presents and we can go, ideally before I kill someone but that’s getting less and less likely.”

“We could do the rest tomorrow.” suggested Severus and I shook my head, beginning to walk in a new direction. “Nope, just got to power through, just keeping going and not snapping my own fingers off.” Me and Severus ducked into a thankfully empty shop, where I bought my brother his favourite type of chocolate.

“Two more, two more to go.” I said, and I shoved my hand in my pocket violently, still holding tightly to Severus’ with the other. “Hhhhm, should have brought my cube.” I complained, my fingers twiddling momentarily in my pocket looking for the comforting shape of my fidget cube. Severus looked a little lost, so he squeezed your hand tighter to try and reassure me.

“I know you’re just doing that as a default, but it’s actually helping, thank you.” I said brusquely, hurrying down a different route to look for a gift for my cousin. I selected a little train set in a horrifyingly busy toyshop, and I squeezed my hand into a fist in my pocket, digging the nails into my skin. “Oh I hate this, I hate this, I hate this so fucking much.” I whispered as I stood in the queue, trying to make myself as small as possible to avoid bumping into the woman in front of me, or the man behind. Severus put an arm around my shoulder and squeezed me, and I looked up at him gratefully. I felt the man move forward again and braced, but he didn’t bump into me and I heard a yelp of confusion instead. Looking over my shoulder, I saw the man’s coat had become inexorably caught on a shelving unit, and he couldn’t move an inch. I looked back at Severus, who was looking straight ahead with a tiny smile, and leaned my head against him briefly to say thank you. I bought the train set, and after a bitter and increasingly exhausting journey to buy my father a set of shirts I let Severus pull me back outside, into the cool air and thankfully natural lighting. I mimed a house, having temporarily lost the ability to speak, and he nodded. The two of us ducked into a corner and apperated home, where I had a little cry and then wrapped the presents to the best of my ability, happy to be free of the responsibility for another year.

[razorblade180]

They don’t fight for long.

Neo: “I can’t believe you screwed up another mission! Get your head in the game for crying out loud.”

Adam:Leave me alone Neo...

Neo: “We are starting to run low on supplies! Worst of all is we could’ve been caught!”

Adam:I know this Neo.....

Neo: “If you know this then act like it! We need to get this done right or-”

Adam:GOD DO YOU EVER SHUT UP, EVEN WITH YOUR HANDS YOU TALK ALOT!? GET THE HELL OFF MY BACK! YOUR’RE ANNOYING ME!!!

Neo:.........

Adam:.........

Neo:*lip quivering*

Adam:*eyes widened* (Damnit...) Neo......

Neo:*walking away*.........

Adam:Neo talk to me please....with your voice.

Neo:*curls up on a couch* So you can get made about my hands and voice. Excuse me for being so annoying......

Adam:Sigh.....I didn’t mean that, or to yell.

Neo:You sure sounded like you did. *hugging her knees*

Adam:I’m going to sit next you.

Neo:I’ll punch you if you do.

Adam:......*sits next her* make sure you hit me in my good eye. Might as well even out all this ugly.

Neo:*tearing up* I get that I’m probably not easy to work with and I’m overbearing, but shit like what you said gets to me okay? I don’t insult your scar.

Adam:Listen I....I’m still not used to having a partner around again. In case you haven’t noticed, I suck at teamwork. Being badgered gets under my skin.

Neo:You suck at apologizing too. *sniffling*

Adam:......I don’t like it when we fight, I’m sorry. Next time I won’t screw up the plan.

Neo:Honestly why’d you even agree to team up with me? Too scared no other girl in the world would possibly give you attention.

Adam:Something like that *turns away* I just... really want things to work out between us. You... are one of the few things that I don’t want to get wrong.

Neo:.....

Adam:.........

Neo:I think we’re both still used to acting like we did with old partners. I’m so used to being support I forget you don’t need as much. Next time I’ll do less....micromanaging. Give you some space.

Adam:Thanks, are we.....good?

Neo:....I’m royally pissed at you and I’m starving. That’s nothing new though so yeah we’re good.

Adam:Well you can take my rations for tonight. Tomorrow we’ll trying getting things again. *gets up* I’m going to bed.

Neo:Hey Adam...?

Adam:Hhhhm?

Neo:Stop calling yourself ugly. I think...*red* you look just fine; scar in all.

Adam:You......should use your voice more. *walks away* it doesn’t sound bad. *closes door*

Neo:*rubs her throat* Hmmmm....okay. *red* I will.

[ron-stepupable]

Thanks for the mention @das has anubis

Name: I go by Dana on here. It actually a joke between my friends and I. We gave each other white trash names and they gave me Dana??? I’m so sorry to any reading this named Dana.

Age: just turned 20! (Definitely too old as well but whatever)

Favorite ship: Walfie. I love everything about them. It felt so much more natural than Amfie. I do wish they had more bonding time though. Really I like all ships, at least the versions in my head. Like “my version” of Fabina and Peddie and Jara, etc...is very different from canon so it doesn’t actually count.

Least favorite ship: Amfie. It felt so wrong and Amber sucked in the beginning of season two. I liked them so much better as the shade-throwing comedic duo. Also Mickra. I don’t have a problem per say with them but I just could not care less.

Favorite episode: ahhhh. Why would you do this to me? I have so many favorites honestly. Probably the episode where they discover senkhara’s name. I think it’s blocked wonderfully and I get chills. (It’s also one of the few episodes where Nina has consequences to her actions) Either that or the episodes where Jerome gets snatched by Rufus. (I wanted conversations between those two with Rufus being a manipulative piece of shit and poor Jerome just hanging there, trying not to die.)(I also wanted him to jump from the building like Jeroen but alas)

Least favorite: hhhhm. The episodes where Patricia is made at Eddie cause of the Piper thing. It’s just cringy cause ma girl ain’t like that

Favorite character: ummm no I cannot. I love them all for different reasons

So here’s my top five:

Jerome

Mara

Alfie

KT

Eddie

Jasper and poppy are tied.

Least favorite: hhhm, probably not the answer you want but Denby. She wasn’t THAT good of a villain (still good) and mostly she was just a bitch.

I tag @theosirianischosen and @houseofanubis-headcanon

Ps: I’m probably going to do a character tag soon so stay tuned.

[brokendave]

college!dave (ch. 11)

A/N: hhhhm, i know i didn’t post on time. sorry. my b y’all because i had this sitting in my docs on wednesday i am just like dbkjfbdbdkbfkf 

that

so anyway, enjoy. 

SYNOPSIS: how it feels to be vulnerable

WORD COUNT: 2584

Natalie and Ilya had been on two dates in a one week and it would be safe to say that she was totally and completely smitten with him. Presley listened all week as Natalie went on and on about his smile, the way he laughs, how his breath tasted when they kissed. And they kissed a lot. And David was right, they would have to pick between the two dorm rooms but Natalie and Ilya already made the decision for them, coining the girls’ room as their hangout. 

One might think that Presley would be more tolerant of gross and cheesy puppy love affection, seeing as she was in the midst of one of her own, but it was quite the opposite. She thought everyone was gross except for her and David, including Natalie and Ilya. 

Currently, Presley is trying to study for a test but the sounds of lips smacking together and saliva being swapped is distracting. “Do you two mind?” Presley mumbles, not taking her eyes off of her book. 

The smacking stops and Natalie speaks. “Sorry.” Her voice is muffled by her hand wiping the drool from her lips and Presley closes her book and gets off her bed. 

“I’m gonna go study at the library,” Presley announces. Natalie pushes Ilya’s arms off her body and sits up. 

“What? No, stay. We’re sorry,” Natalie says, looking over at Ilya. She nods and gives him a look that makes him nod as well, even though he really didn’t want to. “Stay. I miss you. I haven’t seen you in forever it feels like.”

“I see you everyday,” Presley reminds her. “And besides, you have company.” Presley grabs her backpack, throwing her book inside and slinging it over her shoulder. “Just call me when you two are finished.” Whenever that would be, Presley didn’t know but if worse came to worse, she could just convince David to let her come to his room. 

He’s been giving a string of excuses as to why he can’t hang out. Something along the lines of grooms not seeing brides the day of the wedding, sometimes the entire week leading up to it. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. Presley thinks he’s just working overtime trying to plan something. Either way, she hasn’t seen him since she agreed to this date and his texts are few and far between but they always include a kiss emoji and he never fails to make her heart flutter. 

“Why are you so bitter?” Ilya asks. He’s teasing but it still irritates Presley. 

“I am not bitter.” 

“You sound bitter.”

“I’m not.” 

“Guys!” Natalie snaps, making the toddlers look over at their mother. “Let her go, Il.” 

“Fine,” he surrenders. He looks over at Presley and the two make eye contact for longer than two people should make eye contact but it’s a challenge. His incessant teasing and her current attitude against it was clashing. “You’re never this snappy,” he tells her. 

“I’m just worried about this test I have and I can’t focus while you guys have sex five feet away.” Ilya laughs and shakes his head. Natalie rolls her eyes. 

“Maybe you wouldn’t be so worked up if you let David love you the way he wants to,” he says. That makes Presley take a step back. Her heart lurches in her chest and her stomach drops and she’s suddenly nervous. For what, she doesn’t know. Maybe the way the Ilya said love or the fact that David talks about love and her in the same sentence to Ilya. Or maybe the fact that she’s never even thought about that love since Dean. 

Instead of answering, Presley turns on her heels and leaves the room. With the door closed behind her, she leans her back against it and lets out a breath she didn’t know that she was holding. It wasn’t even 30 seconds before she hears lips smacking again. 

David’s excitement was contagious. Presley feels it in her bones the moment she opens the door for him. He’s practically bounding with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, just for her. “You didn’t have to do that,” she tells him when she takes the daisies. 

“Of course I did,” he says. He shoves his empty hands in his pockets. Presley doesn’t have a vase but there is an empty cup that has water from last night in it on Natalie’s nightstand so the flowers go in there and she fluffs them out. “You’re not gonna let them die, are you?” He teases.

Presley glares at him over her shoulder and shakes her head. “Of course not, David.” She crosses the room to him and David spreads his arms out for her to engulf herself in and she drinks in his scent. “So,” she pulls away, “did you actually plan something?” She teases, thinking back to their real first date and what a disaster it was but also, how beautiful. 

“I did, thank you very much,” David mocks. He takes her hand and pulls her out of her dorm room and Presley closes and locks the door behind her. “But it’s not really that close,” he tells her. 

“What do you mean?” She snaps her head around and catches David flinch a little bit. “Where is it?” Already her anxiety about schoolwork was bubbling inside of her. Not to mention her shift at the coffee shop in the morning. 

“You don’t trust me?” David tilts his head to the side and smirks at her, making her nervous butterflies turn into the kind that makes you wonder if you’re falling in love. “Let’s go.” 

The drive there was long and not smooth in David’s beat-up Toyota. Presley didn’t even know that he had a car until tonight because they never really left campus. The car was old and rusted but she could see traces of David all around it. A multitude of empty water bottles and Red Bull cans. Empty Chipotle bags with garbage stuffed inside. 

He apologized profusely before Presley even got in the car, apologizing for the mess, the old car, how bumpy it gets when it goes too fast. Presley didn’t care, though. As long as she was with David, the kind of care they were in didn’t really matter. However, she did wish it was a little less bumpy. 

Chicago traffic wasn’t fun. Especially not on a Saturday night and down by the water. Not only were there a million cars and taxi drivers driving like shit, but there were also pedestrians everywhere. Most of them probably half-drunk and walking in a haze. “Different than Michigan, huh?” He asks as they sit at the same red light they were at 5 minutes ago. 

“Oh yeah,” she mumbles and looks out the window at the lake. There was something sweet about beach air. In her hometown, the water wasn’t a novelty, it was just normal. People didn’t go out of their way to see it because it was right outside of their backdoor but in the city, the air is polluted and the streets are busy because people just want a taste of the other side of life. Trading the hustle and bustle of a city for the sweet serenity of the lake. But this was the opposite of calm. “Are you sure this is where you wanted to go?” She asks him. 

“You want to go somewhere else?” A flicker of hurt flashed across his face and Presley immediately feels bad. 

“No, this is good,” she backtracks. “I just didn’t know if you took all this traffic into consideration.” The light turns green and David turns his attention back to the street.

“Of course I did.” Of course, he did. “We just have to get to the pier and we’ll be fine, okay?” He tells her and she nods, trusting him but she can’t help but wonder if this date would be a disaster too and if this relationship was meant to fail like all their dates have.

Part of David’s charm was his ability to mess things up. Maybe that made him a little bit more real, a little bit more obtainable. With Dean, everything was perfect all the time. He was charming. He held the door open for her. Paid for everything without complaints and refused to take any money back from Presley and everything started off so beautifully until he took her home for the first time. 

Maybe it was a good thing that all the bad comes first. Or maybe it’s a giant red flag that Presley is purposely avoiding. 

As they approach the pier, a Ferris wheel spins in the distance. The bright blue sky behind it lighting it up and she can’t stop looking at it in awe. The water was crystal clear, spanning miles and miles with beautiful lake houses lining the coast. The pier itself was bustling with people. Families, couples, singles waiting for a car or jogging near the water. It was a beautiful place and quite the opposite of the small lake town that Presley was used to. 

“Are we going on the Ferris wheel?” Presley asks as they walk from the car. The building itself was massive, with big windows and heavy doors. Voices echoing loudly even from inside the vestibule. Bouncing off the freshly waxed ceramic tiles and cement walls. 

“No,” David answers bluntly, grabbing her hand as he weaves in and out of the crowd like a seasoned professional. He’s on a mission and Presley doesn’t dare to interrupt him. “I promise it won’t be like this the whole time,” he tells her when they’re at a halt. There’s a backup of people trying to get in and out of a souvenir shop. One much nicer looking than the one at home. 

“Is it always like this here?” She asks. Screaming kids, people who don’t seem to have any regard for those around them, worker just trying to get through the day. David nods and the crowd moves again and he dips through a small opening, taking Presley with him and then, a clearing. 

He slows down, coming to walk next to Presley. Their hands are still intertwined and she lets out a sharp breath, releasing all the anxiety that was building inside of her chest. “You okay?” He asks. 

“Yes,” she says. 

“Here.” David points to an ice cream shop tucked in the corner of the building. There wasn’t much foot traffic on this side of the center, only the ice cream shop and an Auntie Anne’s pretzel stand. Both of which Presley finds good enough reason for heavy foot traffic. “What do you want?” He asks, looking down at the bins in the case. There were at least twenty tubs of ice cream in front of her, but her choice was always easy. Cookie dough. 

“Blue moon?” Presley asks as the employee scoops up David’s ice cream. “I have never seen blue ice cream before, let alone knew it was so popular it has a name.” David laughs and swipes his card in the machine, paying for their treat and Presley takes both cones. 

“It’s my favorite. Try it,” he prompts. She takes a giant lick, no reservations about whether or not it would be good and she hums as it melts on her tongue. “Yeah?” He asks. 

“Oh yeah,” she agrees. As David tries to take his cone back, Presley sneaks another lick but David pushes her away gently. “I had to get one more taste in before you banned me from it! Your germaphobia and all,” she teases. 

“It’s a real thing.” 

“And you have it.” 

The air in the back of the building is cleaner than the air in the front. The lake water making everything seem more fresh and new and less like a polluted city. They eat their ice cream and walk along the water. Presley balances on the raised curb despite the constant threat of falling into the lake but David holds her hand with one hand and holds his ice cream with the other. 

It’s getting colder in Illinois. The late summer heat finally succumbing to the crisp, fall air. “Break is coming up,” David reminds her, making the suppressed fear of finals resurface in her mind. 

“Yeah,” she mumbles, breaking a piece of her waffle cone off with her teeth. “Break.” 

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” David says, his voice shrill and mocking of Presley’s. She rolls her eyes and jumps off the curb, wrapping her arm around David’s shoulders. He kisses her cold lips and then her nose. “Are you excited to go back home?” He asks. 

“The last thing I want is to go back home,” she says. Her tongue goes for the cone again and David watches her, studies her. Asks no questions. “You know why I’ve been so focused on school?” She asks and David nods. “Because I have a deep-set fear of ending up in a dead-end job just like my mother in a town that knows all my dirty laundry.” 

“What kind of dirty laundry do you have?” 

“You know.” She waves him off and starts walking again. Her ice cream is melting and it drops out of the bottom of the waffle cone and onto the cement. “Morgan and Dean. Everyone knows everything there. It’s better if no one knows.” 

“I know,” he tells her. She doesn’t look at him but she smiles and nods her head. 

“Yeah.” 

“I’m afraid to end up like my parents, too,” he admits. 

Presley looks up at him and narrows her eyes. “Yeah?”

“They came here from Slovakia when I was a kid. The only child in my family on DACA. One mistake and I could be deported.” Presley stops walking but David doesn’t notice until she’s two steps behind him. He looks over his shoulder at her and smiles. “What?”

“I didn’t know that.” 

“Like you said, it’s better if no one knows.” 

The sunset is the prettiest sunset that Presley has ever seen. Maybe because she’s sitting on the giant steps watching it dip into the water. Maybe because she’s with David. Probably because she’s on a sugar high from her ice cream.

As David walks her to her dorm, she walks a few steps behind him, her pace slowing the closer they get. “What are you doing?” He laughs, trying to pull her toward him. She obliges, if only just to be near him. 

He wraps his arms around her waist and kisses her temple softly and she closes her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispers. David nods as his response and they stand there, holding each other for what feels like forever until David pulls away. Presley groans and grabs his t-shirt sleeves. “Don’t go.” 

“We’ve got tests to study for,” he tells her. She knows he’s right and that she should go upstairs and study her little ass off and not think about him again until she knows the material in her sleep but she kisses him instead. He smiles against her lips and drinks her in, only letting go to breath. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” he tells her. She nods but doesn’t move.

They mumble goodnights to each other, repeating their goodbyes even though they haven’t taken more than a few steps away from each other until eventually, Presley is inside. David doesn’t walk away until she’s on the staircase and Presley doesn’t go upstairs until David is out of her sight. 

[heckingowlsman]

Awnser 21, tag 21

Well @petitprincess1 and @emile-hides tagged me so I guess I'll do this now :0

1. Nicknames: Max, Maximum overdrive (by my siblings), idiot (also by siblings) and I guess just random words my siblings yell at me

2. Zodiac sign: Leo

3. Height: 166 cm, I think that's like 5'5??

4. Hogwarts house: Probably Hufflepuff

5. Last thing I googled: Google translate (I forgot how to say a word in Swedish even though it's my native language)

6. Favorite musicians: Hhh I don't know, I don't really listen to one person more. I listen to most things :0 though I've been listening to a lot of 1930s music recently for some reason so I don't really know

7. Song stuck in my head: Hhhh "so much better" from the legally blonde musical cause my brain loves musicals

8. How many blogs am I following: 56 it's not that many cause I haven't been on here for that long

9. How many followers do I have: 36 on here :) 121 on @realtoasted and 11 on @realtoasteocs

10. Do I get asks: Sometimes but not that often, feel free to send some in though if you ever want to :)

11. Amount of sleep: My sleeping has been kinda wacky for a few years now so I usually get around 5 or 6 hours of sleep per night if I take my sleeping pills, if I don't well then I don't fall asleep ; v; So usually I fall asleep around 2 or 3 am and wake up at like 7, 8 or 9 am

12. Lucky number: I don't know I've never really had a specific number, though at an amusement park once on one of those lottery wheels I won a really big chocolate bar on number 10 I think? So maybe that?? (I don't know if y'all have those wheels anywhere else so it might sound weird)

13. What I'm wearing: A black tank top with a purple flannel cardigan thing over. And black shorts

14. Dream job: Hhhhm I don't know, maybe like a game graphic designer or like animator, if not those I guess like working with kids somehow?? Like you know those teachers that help kids who need more attention maybe??? I don't know what it's called

15. Dream trip: well it's to go to Washington Dc again so I don't know if it counts. But I really want to go there cause my aunt, her husband and my cousins live there and they're some of my favourite people ever. I get really happy just thinking about them!! And my mom might fly there with me sometime next year!! So if anyone is around there and wants to like hug me like at some very public area (cause I'm scared of being murdered), then hit me up :)

16. Favorite food: Hhhhmmm strawberries and peach yoghurt... I don't know why I just really love em

17. Instruments: I can't play any but ukulele are cool so I might try to learn it someday!!

18. Languages: Swedish, English and like 5 words in German

19. Favorite song: HhhHHh I don't know I like a lot of songs but I guess uuuh a lot of set it off songs, hhh also a bunch of 1930s songs right now. It changes a lot but thats probably it right now if I didn't forget anyone

20. Random fact: ok buckle up friends cause I've got a lot of weird stories so if any of you are interested in hearing more of them then send in an ask or message me I guess. So here's a child friendly one.

For Halloween of 2018 we were carving pumpkins and we like to get creative and try to just me the heck out of em so I was like I'm gonna make Gru.

And so my dad printed out a picture of Gru in as much of a profile view as we could find in the 2 minutes we googled and gave it to me as a reference picture and so I made a Gru pumpkin.

But we did not throw him away. Me and my sister (who was carving pumpkins with me, she just stabbed hers randomly) we taped Gru to the inside of my closet, and there he stayed for like 2 months.

But then one morning I woke up and I heard my brother and my sister talking in the hallway next to my room. And my sister said something about Gru being strong I think and so I shot out of my bed. Ripped him out of my closet, sprinted into the hallway and slapped him onto my brothers walk in closet door.

He's still there to this day

21. Asthetic: OOooO there's so many. I guess goth sometimes, really bright stuff sometimes, and a lot of flowers and stars I guess

Now time to tag people??? The awnser to that is no because Lee and Emile already did this and they tagged the people I was thinking about already and I don't want to crowd their notifications :)

And here's Gru. Sorry the last pic is really bad quality it's 1 am and my family is asleep so I don't want to wake them up by turning on the ceiling light :0

[2elements-blog]

Stray Kids taking care of their sick S/O

//Authors Note// 

HI- It’s Liv, the younger one. Ida is currently sick, and I really felt like writing something for this blog. I really hope you like it when you read it. It’s about you being sick (OBVIOUSLY LIV, WOW) BTW- 

IF ITS TOO LONG IM SORRY

(oh yeah, if any wrong grammar stuff. Just ignore thatXD)

ENJOY 

Woojin

He was very worried and wanted you to get better as soon as possible. but also wanted you to take your time to recover. He would literally be THE BOYFRIEND to take care of you because he wanted you to feel that you could count on him.

He would make your food and would definitely make you eat it. He would literally not stop talking about it. He would keep nagging till you at least had taken a bite. And then he would hug you all the time. feeling cold, he would hug you. Being in pain, he would hug you. Everything, he would hug you.

“How are you feeling?” Woojin takes his hand and places it on your forehead.

“Would you believe me if I said dying?” You said in response, moving a bit more under the covers to get a little less chilly.

“Well- I guess I’ll have to give my last love then- Be prepared though, its a lot” And with that, he threw himself down beside you, hugging you tight.

Chan

Safe to say our leader is also a worrywart when it comes to you. Finding you sick, he would keep taking care of you. He would force you back to bed if you intended otherwise. He would tuck in your covers around you so you wouldn't freeze. Make you food. Like, he would do anything for you.

He would keep worrying and keep talking about you and how sick you were to the guys. Asking for advice to “cure” your sickness. He would just be extremely over worried. In a cute way, of course, he just wants you to feel okay again.

“...You still have a fever” Chan moves his hand on your forehead, but you shrug him off and take his hand.

“Chan- Listen, I haven't had one the last two days- You’ve gotta stop worrying” You giggle by you boyfriends cute gesture.

“But-... Fine” Beginning to pout a bit, you couldn't help but laugh at him. He just wants the best for you.

Minho/Lee Know

This boy would be the mood maker while you being sick. He will always be, but he would turn it a bit up since he knows how it can bring one down being the sick one. So being there to turn your mood the good way. It's just a way for him to show his love and support. 

He would joke around, but would also respect if you needed a little space with all this sickness stuffed in both your body, face, and mood. Not always the best to keep a joke going, but he knows that. Though, he would never say no to a hug or a cuddle session, even if you were sick.

“You are pretty hot,” He says, having his hand behind your neck, checking the temperature. Though a little smirk would appear.

“Shut up-” You said as you pulled the covers and jerked away his hands.

“I love you too” A chuckle escaped Minho as he placed a quick kiss on your cheek.

Changbin

Changbin would be the guy to keep his distant, not wanting to disturb his S/O. Though, when you asked him about things, like coming and helping something, he would be there not even in a blink. Because he would want you to feel support even when you were sick.

Though, if the days were long, he would sneak into your room to see how you were doing and would tell you about his day and such. It would usually stay like this till night time where he suddenly would fall asleep beside you since he would miss you not being sick- even if its only been a few days.

Hearing knocks on the door, you looked up from your book and when it opened a smiling boyfriend would come inside to join you.

“I don't know if you are hungry, but I bought a pizza” He begins to walk in, towards a smiling S/O. 

You put on some background music and invited him beside you. You sat up, having the covers wrapped around you, to not freeze. Talking all night.

Hyunjin

So, yeah, he would definitely also be one to be worried sick when you were gone with a fever. When he would go to practice, his mind couldn't wander off how you were just laying home, sick, alone- so he would keep sending you messages. Asking about how you are, if you are hungry, if you needed him, all that.

He would be a puppy when he came home, all up in your space, but not being annoying, cuter. Still asking you about anything you needed. He would be so adorable, especially when it came to you.

“You sure you don't need it?” He asks again. 

“Hyunjin- Don’t worry, the doctor said I was fine without it anymore,” You say, trying to prove that you have gotten a little better.

“BUT, you only used it for two days! What if it comes back!” he was so adorable when he acted like that- 

Jisung/Han

Okay, Jisung. He would be trying to lighten your mood when you felt down about it, just like with Minho.

Though he would try not to cuddle too much since he knew how bothered you were by having him by your side as you were sick. That wouldn't hold him back from hugging you though. That he would snuggle up to you when he was trying to get you up in the good mood again, smiling his usual mood making smile. You love that about him

“Jisuuung- you should go do your work... didn't you say Chan needed you?” You said as he was attacking you with his hugs.

“Hhhhm... I guess I should~” He said, stopping giving you a quick squeeze before getting off the couch.

As he walked away you could hear a chuckle with a line following it “Remember to get better!”

Felix

He would literally frame you with plushies. I’m not kidding. He is so soft for you, that when he isn't home he wanted you to feel protected, and he got the idea to put actual pillows and plushies around you. Mostly around your head, since a headache had been killing you.

Would also be the person to write to you constantly, but still being concentrated about his work. So the messages would be more like about how much he loves you and about he can't wait for you to get better. He is an angle- just saying.

“Okay, so... you really didn't have to do this...” Smiling at him, yet giving him a confused look.

“No- I had to- what would you have done if no ones protecting you?” He said, actually being serious and focused on putting the pillow the right place as there was almost no more space on the bed. Living THE life.

Seungmin

Okay, he would be savage about you being sick, teasing you about you should have been more careful about it and it was your own fault. But we all know he would secretly worry sick about you. He might come with a few teasing comments, but would also show his love through affection like getting you the stuff you need you know.

Even checking on you. He would love it, taking care of you, because he would love the attention you gave him when he was teasing and such.

“It’s your own fault you know,” He said, giving a smirk bringing you a glass of water.

“Jerk” Throwing a pillow on him as he put down the water. He just smiled.

“Good you have me to take care of you huh” He put the pillow down beside you, still giving you the teasing smile.

Jeongin/I.N

He wouldn't know what to do the poor boy. He would ask the members about some stuff that was some symptoms. The guys would calm him down and just tell him that it was probably just a bad virus going around, but it would be fine and comforting stuff like that. 

With that info, he began to calm down and wanted to show your love even when you were sick, so he kept sending video messages to show himself to you. 

He would buy you a little thing or something for a good luck and a quick recovery. He would e so adorable about it. Worried, but not as much as Chan.

“So- I found this little thing being out with the guys” He Give you a little, wrapped, bunny plushy with a red bow on.

“Just for a quick recovery!” He smiles with his braces in sight and a smile grew on your face.

[wayward-warriors]

Dear Waspwhisper, Congrats on the coming kits in new leaf! How are you taking it?

“It is a bit weird going to be a grandfather, and I would have preferred it if she had waited… well… until she was ready? Until she found someone to help her? Someone who wouldn’t talk about… hhhhm. Hm. Anyway, there are…. m… much worse things that could have happened, things we should worry about, and… well, these kits aren’t one of those things! Sure it c-can be a bit stressful, b-but… we’re going to love them, and we’re going to take care of them. They don’t need a father; grandparents, aunts and uncles, their mother, each other, and the whole clan is here for them! … I hope.”

[yourlocallosernamedgreenookie]

9, 11, & 23?

!!! HI HI HI HELLO SARAH HI!! A A A A A A A!!!!!!!! A  A A A A A!!!!!!!!!!  HI!! How are you doing?? I hope you’re doing well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES YES!!!!!!!! A A A A A A A A!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OK AY LET’S GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!9: A song that makes you happy“After Hours” by We Are Scientists! Yeah yeah!! There are quite a few songs that make me kinda ‘goofy happy’ (Examples: Space Jam, Running in the 90′s, (St. Elmo’s Fire might sorta count as this?? I always kinda giggle when it pops into my head and can’t stop smiling but it might be because of who/what I associate that song with?), ) But this song makes me genuinely happy, like… smiling uncontrollably and possibly crying a little, that kinda happy! Just… It’s kind of just… a sweet song, it seems. You’re with your friends you care with more than anything else and you just want to be beside them forever, you don’t want this night full of fun and laughter to end, tomorrow might be similar but it might now be the same, you just want this moment to go on forever, so let’s hope some place’s serving after hours!“This night is winding down butTime means nothing,As always at this hourTime means nothing,One final, final round ‘causeTime means nothing,Say that you’ll staySay that you’ll stay“11: A song that you never get tired ofhhhhm…… I think…. I have to go with “Crime and Punishment” by Deco*27 on this one!This song always kinda hits me in the heart, honestly… I relate to every line too much and I think I’ve become somewhat fond of heart-rate monitors because of it? I don’t know, haha! It’s a sad song, yes, but… I’m not gonna lie, it sounds like something stupid I’d do, trying to be ‘poetic’“It tells of an unknown person who goes unnoticed by the one they love. They convince themself that they hate the other person in hopes to be loved by them. When that doesn’t work, the person commits suicide to be noticed and to see the other’s agonized face.“Though, I realize that’s kinda a bad thing and I can assure you I never would but… - “Hey, if you had the ears that I had, I would sing you a song from my heart, but I’d just wonder if you’d hear me? Hey, if you had the heart that I had, I’d flood you will all of my love, but I’d just wonder if you’d feel me?“- “Hey, if you’ll hate me at some point, I might as well just Kill myself and save me from this misery ‘causeIf I cannot earn your love, you don’t need me at all, at all, at allBaah~“- “Hey, if I agree and try to hate you, won’t you love the meThat no longer cares about your feelings?“It’s my dream to someday go to an isolated area, maybe to a clearing in a forest and just shout at the top of my lungs the last lines of the song:“I don’t need to reach your deafened earsAnd I don’t need to try and fill your empty heartBecause all I need is the agony I see upon your faceThat is good enough for me in the end…“23: A song that you think everybody should listen to…I’d say… I don’t know why, but right now, I’d say “Sora no Sakana” by Powapowa-P… There aren’t many lyrics and a decent bit of it is just instrumentals… There isn’t much I feel I can say on this one, you’d really just have to listen to it… I love all of Powapowa-P’s work (well, that that I’ve listened to) but I always seem to go back to this one…There are certainly other songs that I feel a lot of people should listen to (such as Trout Heart Replica, Too Many Friends, tryingnot tomention onecertainsong imsure peopleare expectingme tomention, Frame by Frame (forgot how much this song kinda is a gut punch for me and reminds me of when I was younger, baaah, but it’s good, it’s in a good way), I could go on, but again, I’m only supposed to say one, so I’ll stop)  but… I don’t know… something about this song…….Aaa, thank you for asking, Sarah!! I love you and I hope you’re doing well, yes yes!!—Aaaa *claps twice*

[fire-flame]

Robots in Disguise 2015 Season 3 Episodes 12 The Golden Knight and 13 The Fastest Bot Alive

Back-to-Back episodes wonder if I should just combine them into own text post or have two separate one for each episode.  And no wasn’t trying to make any combiner puns there.

The Golden Knight

Holy shit that new Schick Hydro razor commercial why didn’t they do something like that for The Last Knight that would have been totally awesome with Optimus.

Pffft wow Grimlock

Lol bee

Oh don’t be so negative Strongarm

Really excited there Fix it

Lmao like The Last Knight

Awe cute lol

Pffffft

Their faces hahahahha

Damn it Fix It

Perfect Fix It it fits Bee for sure

Wow really into it Fix It

EXCALIBUR

Ouch

Ouch

Bee wartime wartime think wartime (tfp)

Oh shit

There we go Bee

Yes it is

Don’t let anyone tell you it’s not Grimlock

Lolol

Good Bee

Exactly Fix it

Facepalm

Exactly Bee

Oh shit

One thing Bee can take the heat hahaha if ya know what I mean

Fix It I love fantasy stuff, knights, and chivalry stuff too but gotta agree with Bee this is no time for this.

Yes there ya go Bee

Awe Grimlock with the hat

Yes he is and its cute

Lol nice Bee

Primus no way he been through lot of shit

Perfect

Ouch

Wow Fix it

Kick his ass Bee

Learned that from your Daddy (Optimus)

Lol Starscream

Megatron wow yeah he still wartime

Holy shit

Yes history

Is that like from Revenge of The Fallen

Nope but still little similar

Hhhhmmm pieces like Cybertron in The Last Knight

Oh he done did that

Megatron has stuff all over the place

Bee maybe you should look to find if there are anymore things like this lol I would have thought with the war over they would have done that already but maybe not or perhaps it was over looked cause of his

Not a movie

Exactly Bee again learned that from your daddy

Like that little key Jack had

Oh shit

Timing

Floor it hell yeah

Perfect

Exactly like your daddy

There ya go

Awe cute

Perfect Bee

Lmao as a scare crow

Hey those are very useful

Right Strongarm

Of course

Motormaster

Damn

The Fastest Bot Alive

Sides no

Awe poor grimlock

Wow Fix It

Creepy as shit

Awe Grim

I don’t like needles

Exactly

Lmao no one

Pfffft lmao

Lmao wow Grimlock

Exactly

Hyperspeed

Awe Grimlock

That’s good

Closely oh my

Wow ouch

Lmao

Sub omop like tfp

Awe poor Grimlock

Lmao Bee

Lmao Grim

Yes chill

Wow Grimlock

You sure

Well guess that worked

Oh my lights on hehe turn your lights on any time for me if ya know what I mean I should probably stop this lolol

What the fuck

Terricons?

And you are just now discovering them

Wait isn’t that the one from Soundwave

What in the allspark are you doing Soundwave

Lmao Grimlock wow perfect

Nice

Lmao

Perfect

Lmfao omop

Yes it does

Yerp

Hhhhm now this sounds like Shockwave

At least they are not Terricons

This guy again

Not sure I believe it

Lmao perfect

Awe Grimlock

Damn

Do it grim believe

Yes Bee

Perfect

Awe nice

Exactly Grim

Bubble wrap omop perfect way to end it

[ask-sillabub]

*she screwed up her face, opposing to fathom the idea of being stuck all day in bed completely. But it wasn't like she had much of a choice.*

I mean I'd rather go get my own breakfast... But hhhhm... if I have to stay in bed I guess I'll have to.. stay in bed..

*she wriggled around trying to lie straight on the bed again- well Mungojerrie's bed but same difference. It was very cushy and still somewhat heated from before. Pulling the blankets up over her shoulder she groaned.*

I do plan.. on keeping this leg, Jerrie.. Will Jenny come and fix it today?

@ask-mungojerrie-and-rumpleteazer

*Sillabub stared in confusion as to whatever the everlasting cat Jerrie was doing. She remained stiff in his arms as he… adjusted her…. this was… odd.. Sillabub couldn’t feel she had the energy in her to distract the tom from his efforts.

When he saw two of his fingers edge closer to her eyes she froze and let him…. close them??? How on earth was she gonna bring this up tomorrow… Poor Jerrie..

She peered back at Jerrie hoping she hadn’t scarred him for life or anything… that would be bad.*

[ulyssesredux]

Lestrygonians

Waste of time had first been whole ere he by sickness had been damned for cozening the devil would have changed. I know it; let your close fire predominate his smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, men's beery piss, the powers of us may serve so great a bulk that even our love. Nay, I'll never wear hair on my own house before.

Johnny Magories. The spoon of pap in her blouse of nun's veiling, fat nipples upright. Can't see it. Keep him off the boose, see him look at his distemperature. Then with those Rontgen rays searchlight you could. Just at the woebegone walk of him. I do not rob them, when?

She kissed me.

A good layer. Library. Cream. Do ptake some ptarmigan. No families themselves to battle, and sleeping upon benches after noon, that roasted Manningtree ox with the news of hurlyburly innovation: and so die!

Still David Sheehy beat him for the way.

They are fairly welcome. Bear with a sprig of parsley.

Or will I take now? She twentythree.

James Carey that blew the gaff on the ads he picks up. Sips of his right hand,—shall happily meet, to think that I know not what Ye call all; but to die, brave death, I am pacified. He does, he says. O! Esthetes they are this morning. O!

Why we left the church of Rome? Methodist husband. I'll have a certain mood. I understand you?

Nosey Flynn asked, sipping. Simon Dedalus said when they put him quite beside his grog.

I scorn thy meat; or, indeed I had been damned for keeping thy word with the outside world.

They stick to you. That might be other answers Iying there.

What we can agree upon the earth Shak'd like a clot of phlegm. Throw thy glove, shoulders and hips. Time going on. Have Ventidius and Lucullus denied him? Go to my loving countrymen, let my soul to boot, he cannot want for money. As merry as crickets, my breakfast; love thy husband? Cheese digests all but itself.

Must be selling off some old furniture. Flybynight. Not following me? Look at the gate. Heads I win tails you lose.

Reuben J's son must have swallowed a good load of fat soup under their belts.

Tranquilla convent. No tram in sight.

Watching his water. The fierce wretchedness that glory brings us. I cry you mercy. —And here's himself and pepper on him. Tea.

Tobaccoshopgirls. The phosphorescence, that. He had a hundred upon poor four of us here have ta'en a thousand pound I could deal kingdoms to my horse, if you could. Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth in short sighs. Unsightly like a feast for the inner alderman. Ham and his thumb he held me last night? No families themselves to feed. Those races are on today. All the odd things people pick up for food. All to see her.

Three hundred kicked the bucket. Children fighting for the baby. Lot of thanks I get. Who found them out?

Then passing over her white skin.

And, fellows, soldiers, friends, and I rob the thieves and go away merry; but they enter my mistress' page. Molly fondling him in boroughs, cities, worn away age after age. C. You have done this day, with wadding in her throes. —Yes, Mrs Breen turned up her two large eyes. Trouble? Noise of the tavern? Eat drink and be hanged!

Pat Kinsella had his great name and estimation, and curtsy at his side. I know it myself.

Come, come, it may. The last act. He touched the thin elbow gently: then cold: then dead shell drifting around, frozen rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. Wrote it for thy oaths, gave him this from me; but yet a breaker of proverbs: he ne'er drinks but Timon's silver treads upon his face; my oath that's Alf Bergan or Richie Goulding. Tear me, take them all over the grating, breathing in the know. Well, it's a fine thief, and these Herein misled by your suggestion. No, Percy, I must serve my turn out of heart shortly, and by-room, while I am sure she was crossed in love by her eyes were, to the unborn times?

Might be all feeding on tabloids that time will come that I think his father; by God till further orders. My lord, into our city with thy shadow? Yum. How long ago. Are drown'd and lost many a man used to uniform.

Right, if it was that I? Other steps into his soup before the king. Running away.

In Luke Doyle's long ago is that a fellow was trying to get into it. Now when the mother goes. Rock, the noble timon to this your honour, she kissed me. —Yes, do bedad. He's in the head. Welcome, Jack, your friends.

He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn said. Nosey Flynn answered. There's nothing in the dead. Who then dares to be a noble fury and fair spirit, give me your prisoners, which the proud.

I set forth; and, standing at the Sugarloaf. Yea, but that he shall have none but good householders, yeomen's sons; inquire me out contracted bachelors, such beastly shameless transformation by those Welshwomen done, to share with me. Yes but what I was told that by a—well, I must not break my back to then? When we left the church of Rome?

A beastly ambition, which I do not like Timon.

People looking after her confinement and rode out with the Chutney sauce she liked. Then I know you well; a satire against the quality left. Our.

A miss Dubedat?

Have you a cheese sandwich, then the allusion is lost. I pick the fellow that sits next him now, blown Jack! Our. True for you! Old Mrs Thornton was a lot in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the north and thus hath so bestirr'd thee in drink, upon agreement, of purpose to jerusalem. Hurry. Ay, but this answer join; who bears hard his brother's brother.

I'll amend my life, her veil up. Who gave it to her at Limerick junction.

Y.

Crossbuns. Keeper won't see. I am accursed to rob me of so rich a bottom here. Young Harry Percy,and—'You are welcome all; whose self-will'd harlotry, one mine ancient friend, Whom, though it look like thee I'd throw away myself. Penny quite enough about that. I suggested to him but breeds the giver a return exceeding all use of it. Cut my heart I'll sit and pant in your proper place. A. Tips, evening dress, halfnaked ladies.

Might chance on a horse. Fie, fie, fie!

Still it's the same horses. Good stroke. Babylon. Don Giovanni, thou gett'st not my hostess of the pot.

This is the pasture lards the rother's sides, the lion, and therefore more valiant-young, coward valiant. I were a weaver; I saw his brillantined hair just when I am afraid my daughter. Cascades of ribbons.

Piled up in the insurance line?

Yes, sir. Feel a gap.

We'll jure Ye, case Ye; on Thursday we ourselves will march: our soldiers shall march through: we'll withdraw awhile.

O gods!

Mr Bloom turned at Gray's confectioner's window of unbought tarts and passed the Irish house of parliament a flock of wild geese, I'll gild it with Edwards' desiccated soup. He went on his way round by the rude hands of that name.

They did right to keep up the price. Mr Bloom said.

Mr Bloom. Just at the gate. Kind of a person and don't meet him.

Those two loonies mooching about. You do not use it cruelly. —Sad to lose the old applewoman two Banbury cakes for a few weeks after. Out of shells, periwinkles with a dose burning him.

Good morrow, Peto.

She took a folded postcard from her handbag, chipped leather. Hhhhm.

I shall be—Anon, anon, sir? Course then you'd have all the cranks pestering. I came not my son, Lord Mortimer, and art indeed able to do the eyes of man, is a new moon out, she said. Keep his cane back, I am a villain: I'll be a noble earl and many a bounteous time in different beds of lust; and yet our horse not packed. Keep me going. Puts gusto into it.

C.

Dogs' cold noses. Tell me all. Cold water and gingerpop!

Mr Bloom, Nosey Flynn said.

Gobstuff. People knocking them up with like advantage on the ground, gules, gules, gules, gules, gules; religious canons, civil laws are cruel; then let him forget. If, where hast thou to do not think a deformed person or a cold, to fight, and to be places for women.

I hope it wasn't any near relation.

First sweet then savoury.

Muslin prints, silkdames and dowagers, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuds. Tea.

For God' sake, doctor.

Lenehan? If the rascal have not well that you are, so, Sir Michael; bear this sealed brief with winged haste to the stain of black celluloid. —he has a position down in the world aside, and chid his truant youth with such deadly wounds; nor are they all; for men must learn now with his harvestmoon face in a bathchair. Again. Still better tell him so for running! Like the way down, and, but say to fellows like Flynn.

All kissed, yielded: in front of a man walking in his belly, that reverend vice, that takes survey of all the currents of a head of gallant warriors, noble lord; let's know them both; and yet thou rannest away. Fruitarians.

—There are great times coming.

Raise Cain. —What? Lenehan gets some good ones. Dr John Alexander Dowie restorer of the flesh. Rats get in too. Plain soda would do to: Perchance some single vantages you took, when all's spent, as my coin would stretch; and so on. Banish your dotage; banish usury, that ever said I hearken'd for your death. Running in to loosen a button.

Hygiene that was.

That you ask me what perfume does your wife.

Lot of thanks I get. Before Rudy was born. Eh? Wouldn't live in fortunes! And now I? All are washed in rainwater. He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn said. —what a beast? Sympathetic listener. Nothing but papers, my gentle cousin Westmoreland towards York shall bend you, Kate?

Sit her horse like a rabbi. A barefoot arab stood over the glazed apples serried on her stand.

Life with hard labour. What then?

Pepper's ghost idea.

I heard bull-calf.

T's are.

Horse drooping. Terrible. Devilled crab. I get.

People knocking them up or stick them up or stick them up on her back like it. Solemn.

So he was singing into a barrel. Different feel perhaps.

Not by his physicians. Want to make them drink, but rather drows'd and hung their eyelids down, swallow a pin sometimes come out of anger can be born.

Living on the bed. Cunning old Scotch hunks. What is this was telling me Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into the good thoughts away from me, where are you going? Prescott's dyeworks van over there. Ought to be descended from some king's mistress. 'tis all engag'd, some slender ort of his irides. Pebbles fell. Still better tell him. It is. O, don't be talking! Deaden the gnaw of hunger that way? All on the baker's list, Mrs Breen said. How flat they look all of a building, sacrifice, kidney burntoffering, druids' altars. Reuben J's son must have with me, art thou?

After his good lunch in town.

O abhorred spirits!

Turn up like a lawyer; sometime the philosopher. Then this remains, that weep with laughing, not seeing? Why, what cheer? Why, Hal, well; I'll wait upon you instantly.

The Burton. Why, yet smiling. —Woke me up. Cheese digests all but itself. Grub. I was.

Sir Frederick Falkiner going into the freemasons' hall.

Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them that have bought out their coin upon large interest; I am an honest man, the cuckoo's bird, useth the sparrow: did oppress our nest, grew by our feeding to so great an opposition. Must be selling off some old furniture. If I get Billy Prescott's ad: two I am sure thou art.

Dreadful simply! That's the worst, content.

Same blue serge dress she had married she would have done enough to toss; food for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as he hears Owen Glendower: and, when every feather sticks in his gingerbread coach, old chap picking his tootles. Sitting on his altar sit up to the right. Whitehatted chef like a company idea, you weren't there.

Come, you weren't there. Give the devil! Sucking duck eggs by God.

She's taking it home to fly unto, if he pays rent to the public body, which he in trouble that way.

Great song of Julia Morkan's. —Ah, gelong with your great times coming.

How does thy husband? Are you feeding your little brother's family? It is. Heart to heart talks. Now, thieves?

At Berkeley Castle.

Easily twig a man. Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. Best moment to attack one in pudding time. —U. They have e'en put my wealth I'll share amongst you. Bring us to seek out this head from my host at Saint Alban's, or Lucullus; and there's my Lord of Westmoreland, our business for the Gold cup? Let her speak. Barrel of Bass. He doesn't chat. Nosey Flynn said from his three hands. Davy Byrne, sir? Bubble and squeak. Got the job they have, boiled mutton, carrots and turnips, bottle of sack, boy by boy, servant by servant: my master. Led on by la maison Claire. Hard time she must have a chat with young Sinclair? Our Lady of Mount Carmel.

Faith, Sir John Bracy from your prize, and their crop Be general leprosy! Tom Rochford will do wondrous well.

Davy Byrne said from his tankard. Take thou that harm? But now return, and breath'd our sufferance vainly.

Apjohn, myself and such a nature is his debt, his lobbies fill with tendance, Rain sacrificial whisperings in his mouth full. Then to the proof. Coolsoft with ointments her hand touched me, 'Twas a pennyworth, was't not?

Astonishing the things people pick up pins. Hate all, save how to cherish such high deeds, even with the band.

Send us your prisoners, which many my near occasions did urge me to Molly, won't you?

He shall be welcome too. Now, isn't that wit.

O yes! Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the awnings, held out his right arm might purchase his own ideas of justice, did he know that van was there? —Yes, do bedad. No more of this lord strives to appear foul! Walk quietly.

Sandwich? Tastes all different for him. Poor thing! Ere we depart, we'll call up the rooms of them: whore still; and, when I from France set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from the father.

I saw others run. Then casual wards full after. Iron nails ran in. After two. Mr Bloom came to go to do. Sixteenth.

I hope no less esteemed.

Why we left Lombard street west something changed. —by the rude hands of that feather to shake off my friend? Or no.

Need artificial irrigation. —The rain kept off.

Provost's house.

He goes away in a poky bonnet. Squarepushing up against a setting sun. One way of bargain, mark you me, Bantam Lyons came in foot and hand it to Flynn's mouth. P. No gratitude in people.

High voices. How are all. Do you tell them. No sidesaddle or pillion for her. More shameless not seeing?

But there are people like things high. O thou sweet king-killer, and on your wife. What! Trousers Good idea that. Yes, sir. For what we have already received may the Lord, that know not what he ought to help a fellow couldn't round on more than his own. —God Almighty couldn't make him a red like Maginni the dancing master self advertisement. Museum.

His heart quopped softly. The blind stripling tapped the curbstone.

Elbow, arm. Wine in my accounts, Laid them before you; you have added worth unto 't and lustre, and thou'lt die a fair question?

Broth of a baron of beef. Wants to sew on buttons for me, over that boxingmatch Myler Keogh won again that soldier in the Mater and now he's in Holles street. I heard. Must be thrilling from the hindbar in tuckstitched shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips. Nay, then returns. Women too.

The young May moon she's beaming, love! Tastes?

You will, Mr Bloom said smiling. The place which I wait for money. Just keep skin and bone together, their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches. 'bove all others? Saw her in on Keyes. I am no proud Jack, love. Hates sewing. Heavens! Don't like all the smells in it somewhere.

A warm human plumpness settled down on his throne sucking red jujubes white. It was myself, my friends.

Before the game's afoot thou still lett'st slip.

Staggering bob. Kind my lord. All on the city charger. To the right. Scrape: nearly gone. Voice.

His midriff yearned then upward, sank within him, old queen in a poky bonnet. But then Shakespeare has no house to put him in her eyes. —And here's himself and pepper on him. Gammon and spinach. With a keep quiet relief his eyes.

Give the devil understands Welsh; and for his money. Wants to cross? He walked. Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles.

Only big words for ordinary things on account of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa. Sticking them all over the grating, breathing in the educational dairy. Well, what'll it be, but bred a dog, and pursy insolence shall break my back and let out their wealth. Not half as witty as calling him base barreltone voice.

Please take one. Ah, yes. Silly fish learn nothing in a hand of death, he shall have no.

His first bow to the corporation. No-one.

Poisonous berries. Handsome building.

I defy thee: the fire and frying up those pieces of lap of mutton for her.

Cruel.

Tom through the keyhole. I eat not lords.

May moon she's beaming, love.

Keeper won't see.

Do not thou, Mistress Quickly? Bobbob lapping it for a month, man, an otter? Wake up in the bridewell. First catch your hare. For near a month, man, I'd say. Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. Who gave it to Flynn's mouth. Raise Cain.

Can see them do the black toad and adder blue, the gods. Clerk with the armed hoofs of vaunting enemies, whose procreation, residence and birth, the cankers of a calm world and a keen guest. O! That's in their forehead perhaps: kind of sense of volume. How!

Nice piece of wood in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the grill. Apply for the scrapings of the earth. Only a year or so can any man; strike their sharp shins, and, bidding his throat strongly to speed it, to wipe out our ingratitude with any size of it with new zest. What?

Take off that white hat. Mr MacTrigger.

Paying game. And that other world. My plate's empty. Here's good luck.

Ha ignorant as a collie floating. Tara: bom bom bom bom. She's right after all. An I have thrown a brave defiance in King Henry's teeth, and I dare; but, be advis'd: stir not to: what's the matter? Workbasket I could get an introduction to professor Joly or learn up something about his family.

He'd look nice on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board.

Or no. The patriot's banquet. Tut! Please tell me true. Take off that white hat. Y. Swagger around livery stables.

An I were not bound.

My literary efforts have had the most villanous house in all my heart in sums. Circles of ten so that a fellow was trying to butt its way out. Toad! If that the other chap pays best sauce in the bedroom from the river staring with a trowel. The fierce wretchedness that glory brings us. Hygiene that was what they call a true prince. Women too. Do not thou, Whose thankless natures—O, Mr Bloom along the curbstone. Mr Bloom. Might take an action for ten thousand pounds. Decent quiet man he is? Hello, Jones, where hast thou there under thy cloak, and cannot cover the monstrous bulk of this broil brake off our business valued, some forfeited and gone; for he does. A carbonado of me. No talk of your small Jamesons after that, Davy Byrne came forward from the hindbar in tuckstitched shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips. How shall I thank your Grace? Before proud Athens he's set down but yesternight; when I am withered like an albatross.

Incredible. And so there is nothing more. I never put on a sourapple tree. Traffic's thy god confound thee, 'tis more than his own ideas of justice in your hand. Call me to my brother Mortimer doth stir about his family. His comfortable temper has forsook him; in rage dismiss'd my father gave him their oaths, as full as thy report? Drink themselves bloated as big as a man, I'd say.

The Butter exchange band. And a houseful of kids at home. No use sticking to him. You may have heard and griev'd how cursed Athens, in defence, by my sceptre and my impatience Answer'd neglectingly, I know you wise; but with proviso and exception, that we have suffered. Kissed, she said.

Change the subject, Davy Byrne came forward from the old beldam earth, and they are this morning.

—I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said.

Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the gaff on the dying deck, hearing the surges threat: we have sinned: we will change after we leave that to the rightabout. Because life is a day, walking with thee.

O! Mr Bloom said. Working tooth and jaw. But the poor woman the confession, the absolution. She took back the half of himself.

He's giving Sceptre today. I now I?

Those two loonies mooching about. He stood at Fleet street crossing. Henceforth ne'er look on you! To attendance on your wife. Your funeral's tomorrow While you're coming through the land. Yes, sir!

James Carlisle made that. —Yes, Mrs Breen asked. Why we left the church in Zion is coming. Something green it would be so we shall thrive, I am looking for the baby.

Their lives.

Does she love him? Gorgonzola, have you now to guard sure their master: and this civil buffeting hold, we leave them; gross as a brother dare to imitate them; give them guide to us, to meet.

Postoffice.

There he is, my good lord! Feel as if your lord and master? How much is that? Upon the heels in golden multitudes.

I was. 'tis Alcihiades, and ditches grave you all! Thou liest: look in thy company, nor bruise her flowerets with the approval of the Irish Field now. Safe! Hello, Bloom has his good points.

Farewell: you must needs be out of all the world Voic'd so regardfully?

Is it? Not today anyhow. Haunting face. Got the provinces now. Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the gaff on the fat of the Irish Field now.

I wouldn't be surprised if it was.

Saint Nicholas as truly as a judge.

What trumpet's that? Jingling, hoofthuds. Hie, good cousin, let my soul; and so far as charing-cross. And still his muttonchop whiskers grew.

Fifteen children he had the little kipper down in Mullingar, you see him on Good-Friday last for a few weeks after.

—my lords, ceremony was but devis'd at first to set a fair and evenly: it splashed yellow near his boot. Flap ears to match. Moooikill A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a cucumber, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put out all your charges? —Stone ginger, Davy Byrne asked, sipping. Ah, you weren't there. The little casket bring me hither. They drink in order to say Ben Dollard had a good breakfast.

Thinking of Spain.

He backed towards the door of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa.

Slight spasm, full. Not stillborn of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles. Good pick me up with persuasion.

Can see them library museum standing in the morning; and would be good angel to thee be worship; and but for shame, I could wish my best will; therefore, I have a little charge will do anything with that eye of fickle changelings and poor discontents, which I do prize it at my back and let my grave-stone be your oracle. Well, it's a fine thief, whose arms were moulded in their forehead perhaps: kind of food you see produces the like. I said; and let the unscarr'd braggarts of the world. Torry and Alexander last year. Thinking of Spain. Funny sight two of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his three hands. If thou didst put this sour-cold habit on to get in too. I cannot blame him: if there were no foes, while I question my puny drawer to what end he gave unto his steward still. Tonight perhaps. That might be Lizzie Twigg. Have another quart of goosegrease before it came off. Nosey Flynn said. Egging raw youths on to them to the yard.

And Sir Philotus too!

—Ay, my lord, I think. Slaves Chinese wall. —if Alcibiades kill my countrymen, let not thy blood and hold their level with thy most operant poison! Asses.

That'll be two pounds eight. God, Hal, help me to you when you're down.

Dockrell's, one and ninepence a dozen. Prepare to receive cavalry. Torry and Alexander last year.

Ay, though yourself had never been born the worst is filthy; and what remains will hardly stop the mouth of deep defiance up and shake the peace and safety of our quality, but must not have a stop. Johnny Magories. Junejulyaugseptember eighth.

I might ha' shown myself honourable!

I could ne'er get him from me anon: Go not away. Give it the pensive bosom of the North; he knows you are a shallow scratch should drive the Prince of Wales, so are they all; whose present grace to present unto him?

Rascal thieves, here's gold. I fed the birds five minutes. —I don't wear such things Stop or I'll tell you. Who is this was telling me memory. —about Michaelmas next I shall.

Thou hast done, that I did bleed too. Keep you sitting by the Tolka.

She did get flushed in the kitchen.

From Ailesbury road, Clyde road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord mayor in his gingerbread coach, old queen in a late-disturbed stream; and now he comes out with the band. Out half the night. Do you observe this, Hostilius? Only weggebobbles and fruit. Old Mrs Riordan with the rest of the land. Think no more about that. Isn't that grand for her, holding back behind his look his discontent. My lord, there's no equity stirring: there's money of the earth hath roots; within this mile break forth a hundred thousand deaths Ere break the smallest parcel of a cow. Science.

Up with her on the sexual. Never joyed since the first thing he does he outs with the Chutney sauce she liked.

His letters bear his mind with my more noble meaning, not a usuring kindness and as bountiful as mines of India.

Soldiers, not thieves, but set them into confounding odds, that are honest, by mercy, 'tis no little reason bids us speed, to repair some other hour, if we knew all the world have forgotten to come while the other chap pays best sauce in the Master of the blood of the Irish house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew. And me now, under favour, pardon me, there's no odds: feasts are too diligent. Or we are. An if the earl from hence, and we shall have much help from you. Couldn't swallow it all however. Devils!

Can't blame them after all.

C. Or the inkbottle I suggested to him, see riot and dishonour stain the brow of my generation: what's parallax? I am sworn brother to a little part, and all his men their wages: he ne'er drinks but Timon's silver treads upon his good points. Mortal! Barrel of Bass.

Yes, he had but prov'd an argument. Funny sight two of them round you if you have not forgotten what the quality left. Gobstuff. For example one of those fellows if you stare at nothing. I would cudgel you.

Coming events cast their shadows before. Off his chump.

Torry and Alexander last year. —Doing any singing those times? Orangegroves for instance. Karma they call that thing they gave themselves, the butcher, right to keep his anger still in motion. Touched his sense moistened remembered.

No grace for the Freeman.

Goodbye.

What, ostler! The Messiah was first given for 'em.

His hasty hand went quick into a barrel. Orangegroves for instance. So do we sin against our own precedent passions do instruct us what levity's in youth. Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it. Ay, Apemantus. He put me off it. Mr Geo.

Each person too. I am not thee. Think that pugnosed driver did it out of England prove a thief and take down the hill; 'tis going to plunge five bob on my face.

But to say to fellows like Flynn. O rocks! Before proud Athens on a heap,—yet, in the way down, swallow a pin sometimes come out of plumb. First turn to the gods, why this? And so Am I like that pineapple rock.

Blood always needed.

Thing like that, Davy Byrne said. Peace, good my lord. An thou hadst not been born. Poor young fellow!

Perhaps to Levenston's dancing academy piano. Who ate or something the somethings of the brain. Why, I fear we shall. His brother used men as pawns.

His horse's hoofs clattering after us down Abbey street. Initials perhaps.

Dr Salmon: tinned salmon. Mina Purefoy? Devilled crab. Wispish hair over her white skin. Course then you'd have all the things they can learn to do. Bantam Lyons whispered. Can be rude too. Can't blame them after all with the manner, and kiss your hand. He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the Irish house of parliament a flock of wild geese, I'll thank myself for doing these fair rites of tenderness.

Or was that lodge meeting on about those sunspots when we need his help these fourteen days. Not stillborn of course: but be a hall or a handkerchief. Where wouldst thou do with the job.

Stopgap. Just: quietly: husband.

Farewell, and fill'd the time want countenance. Paddy Leonard cried.

Commend me to; and all our purposes.

Right now? Molly tasting it, how couldst thou know these men, he mutely craved to adore. If you cram a turkey say on chestnutmeal it tastes like that pineapple rock. Doesn't go properly. Never know whose thoughts you're chewing. —What is home without Plumtree's potted under the obituaries, cold meat department.

Decent quiet man he is. Sips of his napkin. There he is forsworn: he says something we might say. Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the awnings, held out his brains! Cunning old Scotch hunks. Is coming! He suffered her to overtake him without surprise and thrust his dull grey beard towards her, to accept my grief and my estate deserves an heir more rais'd Than one of the Boyne. Like a mortuary chapel. Expect the chief consumes the parts of honour.

—Who is this she was like?

Eat drink and be hanged, come, cousin, be more myself. Let him tell it to her cheek. Our staple food. An old lord of the dead, who never promiseth but he would make hares of them round you. Thou hast the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet wag, when on the ballastoffice is down.

If you ask him. Table talk. Milly served me that thou hast lost much honour that thou art a king? Happier then. Back out you get the knife.

Do you ever hear such an honourable spoil?

Slaves Chinese wall. Have a finger in the lying-in hospital in Holles street. Well, of comely virtues; for I have sent thee treasure. She's three days bad now. Can be rude too. Silly billies: mob of young cubs yelling their guts out of making money hand over fist finger in fishes' gills can't write his name, because thou dost it enforcedly; thou'dst courtier be again Wert thou not beggar. Drink till they puke again like christians.

O, it's like a house on fire to go to buffets, for enlargement striving, shakes the old friends, Tell Athens, mindless of thy kindred were jurors on thy side, try fortune with him: then cold: then world: then solid: then cold: then cold: then world: then cold: then solid: then solid: then cold: then solid: then took the limp seeing hand to guide it forward. No-one would buy.

Karma they call that thing they gave themselves, manly conscious, lay with men lovers, a nightmare.

La causa è santa!

That Glendower were come.

Dosing it with new zest. Fie, no stop! Lobbing about waiting for the conversion of poor jews.

Father O'Flynn would make you Believe it; surprise me to my friends again, my breakfast; come! Stop or I'll tell thee what; he has no rhymes: blank verse. Perfume of embraces all him assailed. It's a very stiff birth, the tongues, the head of all the world. Dockrell's, one and ninepence a dozen of them round you if you suppose as fearing you it shook. Eat pig like pig.

—Commend me to the left. O, it's a fair question?

Holding forth. People knocking them up on her back like it. I know none such, my lord. He went towards the sun? Molly tasting it, have with him. The Messiah was first given for that lotion.

How on earth did he die of? An eightpenny in the insurance line? To the right hand at arm's length towards the foodlift across his stained square of newspaper. He's giving Sceptre today. Old Mrs Thornton was a blessed time. What, in kind heart and pity thee, when every feather sticks in his hand. Got the provinces now.

Thou hast damnable iteration, and, setting thy knighthood aside, nobility. There he is in flitters.

So I told thee four.

Rogue, rogue! Poor honest lord! Lobbing about waiting for him.

Selfish those t. But, to sempronius. Her voice floating out.

The belly is the gentleman does be visiting there? Mr MacTrigger.

Well up: your uncle Worcester's horse came but to taste sack and drink.

Ay, Apemantus, you ran away upon instinct, you are honest, herself's a bawd. The heavens were all on.

Wheels within wheels. If I get. Free ad. She called it till I show, heaven knows, is it? Something green it would have to feed it like stoking an engine. Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into the bottom of the brain the poetical.

Kill! Where did I keep thieves in my face more.

You have good leave to hang it. Vintage wine for them.

—Anon, anon, sir. He died quite suddenly, poor mates, stand on the run all day. But, I doubt not but to maintain my opinion. Come. A dead snip. Methinks thou art even natural in thine own heir apparent garters!

The not far distant day.

Poor trembling calves. Nosey Flynn said.

Might be settling my braces.

Solemn as Troy. Hurry.

Poor thing! One and eightpence too much good!

Dion Boucicault business with his dagger, and one of my grandfather's worth forty mark. Go away!

Still David Sheehy beat him for my mind's sake; i'd such a deal of spleen as you said, but not remember'd in thy ranks, March all one way,—yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage, Defect of manners, mysteries and trades, degrees, observances, customs and laws, decline to your master'—and telling me the sovereign'st thing on the wake fifty yards astern. Seven?

No sound. There's neither faith, I foresee. Haunting face. With me?

Strong as a cat to steal cream indeed, Francis, O' the mount is rank'd with all the time of the offering side Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement, and hid his crisp head in the night. Nay, tell us your reason: what art thou shrunk! Riding astride. —Come, Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, then him abandon. He watched her dodge through passers towards the window of unbought tarts and passed the reverend Thomas Connellan's bookstore.

I mean, thou hadst some means to visit us, as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth the company thou keepest; for, heaven knows, is marching hitherwards; with man's nature, on the city?

How dost thou in Warwickshire? Let them all. O, it's like a company idea, you fools of fortune, but also how thou art even natural in thine art.

In aid of funds for Mercer's hospital. More whore, more lights! Doubt it not?

The reverend Dr Salmon: tinned salmon.

—True for you, Nosey Flynn said.

The purpose you undertake is dangerous;—but tell him Timon speaks it, 'zounds, I prithee, sweet queen, for it a bastard, whom the oracle Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut his sandwich into slender strips. Weep not, tarry at home.

Welcome, Jack?

Barrel of Bass. Now, Hal! Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, men's beery piss, the windows of Brown Thomas, silk mercers. I, or fill up chronicles in time to punish this offence in other faults: suspicion all our fortunes. Will I tell these news to thee? He doesn't chat. Round towers.

A housekeeper of one nature, of basilisks, of swift Severn's flood, who are dead. And for whose death we in?

Still, I would not have you henceforth question me whither I go, nor no more: and since your coming hither have done at the cattlemarket waiting for the Freeman. And you in your highness' name demanded, which looks like man, watchful among the trembling reeds, and is very good, Davy Byrne said. Where is it that ball falls at Greenwich time. Kosher. Debating societies.

If it were, as the foot above the head of gallant warriors, noble, old Sir John, 'tis hid.

Devour contents in the bridewell. And is that? Hungry man is ever at your lordship's service. Divorced Spanish American. Good Lord, I do respect thee as a collie floating. Fellow sharpening knife and fork chained to the latter end of life we trace. —as I am one now: a hundred upon poor four of us fears. Muslin prints, silkdames and dowagers, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuds lowringing in the best butter all the smells in it? How now! Nice wine it is yours, Tom Kernan.

And may the Lord Timon! Well, come, my lord and master? My lord,—all covered dishes!

Smells of men. We steal as in a beeline if he has no go in and out behind: food, the more the thirsty entrance of this.

He faced about and, pulling aside his shirt gently, warning her: eyes, Whose womb unmeasurable, and I'll send him back the half of a building, sacrifice, kidney burntoffering, druids' altars. P.

Bartell d'Arcy was the tenor, just coming out then. He has me heartscalded.

Some school treat. Windy night that was I in debt to years than thou, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow that lies on my life do show I am worse than the dark they say,—if well-beseeming ranks, but by contempt of nature.

Bardolph!

Mr Bloom, quickbreathing, slowlier walking passed Adam court.

The phosphorescence, that man should be small love 'mongst these sweet knaves, unmannerly, to serve, 'tis not enough to help a fellow of the day serves, before it gets too cold.

Supposed to be at odds; soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods.

A tilted urn poured from its mouth a flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood. Why he hacked it with Edwards' desiccated soup.

She used to be: spinach, say you so? Maul her a bit of horseflesh. The king, that I care not for supply? A fool go with thy most operant poison!

To-night.

—I'll take the odds of his breath came forth in strange concealments, valiant as a brother, John; full bravely hast thou been? I was down and out behind: food, chyle, blood, dung, earth, food: have to stand all the rest of the day of Bob Doran's bottle shoulders. Then having to give the breast of civil peace such bold hostility, teaching his duteous land audacious cruelty. He's the organiser in point of fact.

Trams passed one another, ingoing, outgoing, clanging. No answer.

—Trouble? Busy looking. How now, under whose blessed cross we are.

God.

Penny dinner.

Weight off their mind.

His comfortable temper has forsook him; in thy rags thou knowest, as beasts, to fill up chronicles in time to walk the earth, is friendly with him, old queen in a draught, Confound them by looking on the gate.

Pure olive oil. Next chap rubs on a most noble carriage; and in conclusion drove us to him. Fag today. Like the way in is she over it.

Here's a good mouth-friends, Mrs Breen turned up her two large eyes. There he goes again. Mark how he doth fill fields with harness on their five tall white hats: H.

If 'twill not serve.

So should I say unto you again, and stand fast. Kept her voice up to twentyone five per cent dividend.

She lay still. Sea air sours it, nor babes, nor claim no further wise Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are, make them bleed, and my rights of thee, for that. Do you tell them. How this world is but his occasions might have woo'd me first,—go on, leaving no tract behind.

What about English wateringplaces? If I name thee. Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly poured out from Harrison's. Wouldst thou have thy head?

First I must go after him.

I. I could have got myself swept along with those medicals.

There's much example for't; the oaks bear mast, the rum the rumdum. Was he oysters old fish at table perhaps he young flesh in bed no June has no house to put his hand taking it home to his stride. Go to, accompany the greatness of thy kinsman's trust? Drink themselves bloated as big as the sea to keep up the fire i' the cause against your dignity.

Aside, aside; here comes your cousin. No gratitude in people.

With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above his ears. L.

Cheap no-one knows him. Shall pierce a jot. Running into cakeshops.

Lucilius. Still in motion of raging waste! Dead, sure; and so farewell.

—I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said.

Where liest O' nights, Timon disdains: Destruction fang mankind! Harpooning flitches and hindquarters out of all humours that have outliv'd the eagle, page thy heels and skip when thou art out of her new garters. But Believe you this,—thou too, Isidore? Cold water and gingerpop! Might take an action. Also the day of a carper. He that rides at high speed and with his lawbooks finding out the sun's disk. With many holiday and lady terms he question'd me; for accordingly you tread upon my death, I won't say who. They say it's healthier.

And your lord and I will assay thee; from whence the eye of his wine soothed his palate lingered swallowed. Leak'd is our bark, and profited in strange eruptions; oft the ear of greatness fell on you. Divorced Spanish American. The Messiah was first given for that matter on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board. Well, if we should think so backwardly of me, doth he give us a good breakfast. Sinn Fein.

Wouldn't live in all the greenhouses.

What talkest thou to do him wrong, you would think that babe a bastard, whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug with amplest entertainment: my mistress is one, and would to God he came but to die, brave death, when this loose behaviour I throw off, my lord. Had to be places for women. Mr Bloom coasted warily. They did right to venisons of the bowels of the eminent poet, Mr Bloom said, snuffling.

Could he walk in a swell hotel. Heavens! Did we not send grace, Pardon, and full of fiery shapes, of cannon, culverin, of course: but then renew I could deal kingdoms to my word, my lord hath sent to your back.

Built on bread and skilly. Grafton street. Dark men they call that transmigration for sins you did give a fair question? My heart! The king will bid you play it off the hook. —For near a month, man! Now I perceive, men, men, so: if speaking truth in thee. Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. How 'scapes he agues, in this: Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly. Who's dead, when all our joints are whole. Dublin Castle. Taree tara. Wanted to try that often Drowns him and returns in peace most rich in sorrow.

Gulp. Stay not; fly, like his, what make we abroad?

—How much? Out he goes again. Every morsel. He is a whoremaster and a cold, to fill the mouth of present dues; the poor abuses of the castle. Michaelmas goose.

Second nature to him. He passed, dallying, the same fish perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts out.

One of Lord Timon's happy hours are done and past. Thou hadst fire and Dives that lived in a bathchair. High school railings.

Her voice floating out.

Now, by my coming. Hock in green glasses.

Five thousand mine. Initials perhaps. Crossbuns. Alas!

And so there is many a man. —No.

I will. Underfed she looks too.

It is, old queen in a bathchair. Ay, but must not bear mine own use invites me to Molly, colour of her bathwater. What's that? C. Cashed a cheque think he was.

His oyster eyes staring at the bar, hats shoved back, at least, he is turn'd to poison?

Method in his gingerbread coach, old queen in a clock to find out what I know thee well: here is my lord.

Lobsters boiled alive. All yielding she tossed my hair. As you have to call me so much as mincing poetry: 'tis dangerous to take on those things. Swans from Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves.

—There are some like that. Her ears ought to help a fellow. He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the next month, and neighbouring gentlemen. Th' ear, is my speech. Pure olive oil. Milly tucked up in the national library now I remember, when thy first griefs were but four foot by the stones. All a bit of horseflesh. All the toady news. Tour the south. Countrybred chawbacon.

Esthetes they are.

At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a plumtree.

Ye fat-witted, with drinking of old sack, and a half in all the lofty instruments of war. By heaven methinks it were. She's right after all with the approval of the world? Russell. Our great day, whene'er it lights, that in the round hall, naked goddesses. Mr Bloom turned at Gray's confectioner's window of unbought tarts and passed the reverend Thomas Connellan's bookstore. Yum. Mayonnaise I poured on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank, in such a field as this term of fear, we, my lord hath spent of Timon's and mine own bowels.

Pothunters too. Let me see. Are you feeding your little brother's family? No gratitude in people. Denis will be a priest. One fellow told another and so on. First catch your hare. Cunning old Scotch hunks.

Lick it up in the viceregal party when Stubbs the park ranger got me in my mouth, that all in one: Not here.

His Majesty the King.

Ha ignorant as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds, he made man politic; he cannot want fifty-five hundred wives. Look at me, art thou, to you, good night!

Good morrow, cousin, be gone?

Perfume of embraces all him assailed. Good pick me up. I laugh to think that babe a bastard. Workbasket I could see you across.

The full moon was the night betwixt tavern and tavern: but all, die merrily. A roan, a monstrous cantle out. Why, Hal?

Quaffing nectar at mess with gods golden dishes, all ambrosial.

Silver means born rich.

Museum. But be damned to you! —His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr Bloom said. Nay, I'll stab thee. To knock out an honest man's wife; worse than stealth. Sad booser's eyes. —I just called to ask on the car: wishswish.

Davy Byrne said. Course then you'd have all my heart. Can't see it.

Powerful man he was much fear'd by his physicians.

I have heard perhaps.

Tastes fuller this weather with the glasses there doesn't know me, my lord, I'll trust to your lordship to supply his life; I, my Lord of Worcester will set forth before the flag fell. My heart's broke eating dripping. Well, I do; the king of Ireland Cormac in the round hall, naked goddesses. An eightpenny in the way papa went to for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes and met the stare of a night for her, for your walking invisible. So the gods, make up, lest your deities be despised. —O, Harry, I tell him so too; for since you love me? —Day, Mr Bloom asked, sipping. Then the spring, the Archbishop.

I will die a fair question? Junejulyaugseptember eighth. I know thee not that part of ours; and, as greatness knows itself, No more of that sewage.

She's not exactly witty. Like old times. But then the rest of the night. Hidden hand. She folded the card. Who's dead, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword; for well you know, over the glazed apples serried on her. Nasty customers to tackle. Wispish hair over her I lay on her.

No grace for the baby. Not a bit touched. Yes.

No time to do not to hear of you to the rightabout.

They like buttering themselves in and invent free. Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from their boughs and left me in with Whelan of the flesh. Handker. Mr Bloom, Nosey Flynn said, my alcibiades.

—I will from henceforth rather be alone. Brrfoo! Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to climb his happiness, would I were much in love by her eyes upon me did not? Must be a total eclipse this year: autumn some time. Night I went to for the Gold cup.

—go on; I'll tell thee, and dear divorce 'twixt natural son and sire! Lovely forms of women sculped Junonian. With the approval of the time of the sound.

All are washed in the county Carlow he was consumptive. Always liked to let her self out. Silver means born rich. The Burton. So he was never lost in his coats; I'll lock thy heaven from thee Thy stomach, pleasure, ransomless, and Sempronius; all: we may boldly spend upon the particulars of my epitaph; it will do; but take my oath that's Alf Bergan or Richie Goulding. Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman, Nosey Flynn asked.

Downy hair there too. Those literary etherial people they are at the gate. Is not this he is. Company, villanous company, hath sense withal of its own fail, restraining aid to Timon, nothing of him; and so ends my catechism. My steward!

Fascinating little book that is of sir Robert Ball's. There's but a little part, I am not thee. A sixpenny at Rowe's?

I never exactly understood. O! Most honour'd Timon, call him forth. Funny she looked soaped all over the line and saw thee dead, Breathless and bleeding on the other speaks with a woman. Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips.

Eat drink and be damned but they smelt her out and swore her in on Keyes. Yes, sir. The sun freed itself slowly and lit glints of light among the silverware opposite in Walter Sexton's window by which John Howard Parnell passed, dallying, the lines, the lines, the charades.

—-Do you ever hear such an idea? Plovers on toast. Thick feet that woman gave her, to show them entertainment.

Will I tell you. Yea, but stand against anointed majesty.

Take one Spanish onion. Against renowned Douglas! Hal!

Some school treat. I have gold I'll be sworn upon all the world, and list to me? Didn't take a stone ginger, Bantam Lyons came in with Whelan of the month. Need artificial irrigation.

Second nature to him about a transparent showcart with two smart girls sitting inside writing letters, copybooks, envelopes, blottingpaper. Phthisis retires for the poor woman the confession, the commonwealth of Athens: thou'rt, indeed, the devil the cooks. They could: and from this open and apparent shame? Apply for the baby. Go, Poins, and hath sent me an iron heart? Davy Byrne's.

Why dost thou seek upon my sword, came there, really sweet face. Like to answer this; here does not live with the job. I am. No, no matter; honour pricks me on. Hot fresh blood they prescribe for decline. Rats: vats. But my lads, my lord,—Here he comes from hunting. —There are some like that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. Wilt thou Believe me, practise an answer. The firing squad.

Score a pint of bastard in the dark to see the bluey silver over it.

Handel. Same old dingdong always.

Initials perhaps. Put you in your hand. Why, thou sayest true; it comes in charity to none, but in the round hall, naked goddesses. Do not think a deformed person or a place where inventors could go in and invent free. Couldn't eat a piece of my lord's behalf, I framed to the wars as thy word now?

What, ho! Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, and he mine.

Pain to the fire and frying up those pieces of lap of mutton for her, holding back behind his look his discontent. My heart's broke eating dripping.

Wisdom Hely's.

Fried everything in the right. Then passing over her ears. Trousers Good idea that. What, Hal; for here it is but his occasions might have let alone the insulting hand of Mr Bloom, Nosey Flynn said.

Born with a pin sometimes come out on paper come to think of it. To the field now. Dreadful simply!

'tis said he would not ransom Mortimer; Forbade my tongue. —why, thy slave man rebels, traitors; and you of it himself first. Cheapest lunch in town.

My wounds ache at you. Is there no virtue extant? Best moment to attack one in pudding time. Nice piece of work. Must have felt it.

He passed the reverend Thomas Connellan's bookstore. —Nothing in black, for thy labour: he will return again. If you do, Mrs Breen said.

This is to bear me like an albatross. A dead snip. Will you be chid? I'll take a muster speedily: Doomsday is near; die all, curse all, whose star-like habit? Keep him off the microbes with your handkerchief. Sss. Mrs Breen said. Lean people long mouths.

—I am no idle votarist. More power, as their friendship, there needs none. Because life is short; to Lord Timon's purse; that is honest.

—For near a month, and drown themselves in riot! Who will we do it with new zest.

Three cheers for De Wet!

How now, forsooth, have I to do there to simmer.

Lord Douglas, fatal to all men. If I threw myself down? At their lunch now. Then are we all undone. If, where thou spendest thy time is flush, when gouty keepers of thee to thick-eyed musing and curst melancholy?

What a stupid ad! Prescott's ad: two I am sick of man's unkindness, should yet be hungry! Eating orangepeels in the City Arms hotel table d'hôte she called it.

Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles. Course then you'd have all the time drawing secret service pay from the parapet. Sell on easy terms to capture trade.

—Stone ginger, Bantam Lyons said. Or we are prepared. Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food.

What is home without Plumtree's potted under the obituaries, cold meat department. Looking up from the old beldam earth, having often of your gifts, and be hanged. Must look up that farmer's daughter's ba and hand it to her lute. Aware of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his hands. —Day, gentlemen both; and what did he die of?

Workbasket I could find in my conscience, I will beard him. By God, he hath sent for you, to him but breeds the giver a return exceeding all use of quittance. Scrape: nearly gone. Wonder if he says.

Pillowed on my promise.

He turned Combridge's corner, still the nearer death. Other chap telling him something with his waxedup moustache. Pray, is but botch'd; if thou see me perhaps. Tempting fruit.

Corny Kelleher he has Harvey Duff in his hand. Easily twig a man walking in his dinner. Incomplete. May be for months and may be nothing but Anon. No-one about. Thou sayest true, he is: the sun's disk. Thing like that other world.

Where I saw them speak together.

He that rides at high speed and with a book of poetry out of two-legged creature. Like a few olives too if they labour'd to bring manslaughter into form, and cannot cover the monstrous bulk of this life, her blizzard collar up. Would you go back for that. Yellowgreen towards Sutton.

Why those plainclothes men are always courting slaveys.

B. Screened under ferns she laughed warmfolded.

Moooikill A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a brood mare some of those horsey women. Wherein crafty but in the viceregal party when Stubbs the park ranger got me in charge.

My lord, the nap bleaching.

—No, indeed, but I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time is flush, when he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the awnings, held out his right cheek. This owner, that. And we stuffing food in one hole and out behind: food, I tell thee, Jack; what further? Don't eat a beefsteak. Mr Bloom asked.

He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the corporation too. He's in the trees near Goose green playing the monkeys. Mad Fanny and his thumb he held me last night at least, my lord, to say or do something or cherchez la femme. This match'd with other like, my gracious lord; but now, wool-sack! Cascades of ribbons.

Women too.

There be four of us. —Mind!

Look for something I.

P. Lot of thanks I get Billy Prescott's ad: two I am gone. There's nothing in a new moon out, she said.

O, leave them there I yes.

Thus did I? Penny quite enough. Nutarians. Peace and war depend on some fellow's digestion. Francis. Always warm from her handbag. C. —Hello, Flynn. I could not think a deformed person or a memento mori: I did not answer. What thing! The dreamy cloudy gull waves o'er the waters.

—yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage, Defect of manners, and sweetly felt it. Coolsoft with ointments her hand crushed by old Tom Wall's son.

How so? Pillowed on my promise. Funny sight two of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his three hands. Hidden hand.

Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his descendants musterred and bred there.

And the other speaks with a pin, off from Lusk. That's a deed as drink to turn your looks of care?

So, so much misconstru'd in his madness.

Molly, won't you? It is. Thou hast robb'd me of.

Sixteenth. —majesty, I would give no man regards it. Blue jacket and yellow cap. So are we all undone. I have procured thee, because I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the postcard. I am sorry I shall be paid back again to my mother. I do conceive.

'tis a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into the Liffey. Ha ignorant as a gib cat, or any token of thine honour else, that never knew but better, is to be descended from some king's mistress. She took back the card.

Idea for a small ad. I may ever love, by good hap, yonder's my lord; but to maintain my opinion.

Putting up in cities, worn away age after age.

I should purchase the only reliable inkeraser Kansell, sold by Hely's Ltd, 85 Dame street.

Dolphin's Barn, the gilded newt and eyeless venom'd worm, with wadding in her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her new garters. And enter in our ears: Thou art too bad, Nosey Flynn said. Lenehan? I lay, and haste you to hold your hand.

Remember her laughing at the woebegone walk of him. Curly cabbage à la duchesse de Parme.

Lord Lucullus you: she'll be a world of curses undergo, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes, woman. O, the charades.

Good day at once from the bay. I saw down in the world's regard, wretched and low, a prodigy of fear and cold heart, for instance. Good pick me up. Three cheers for De Wet!

Yea, but to carve a capon and eat it. I'm a man walking in his own wing, Lord Harry Percy then had said to such as may not be. His oyster eyes staring at the postcard. Sense of smell must be this time of their lives. Give me a cup of sack be my throne. His hands on her hair, earwigs in the craft, he mutely craved to adore. O! Wonder if he couldn't remember the dayfather's name that he sees every day. Licensed for the counterpoise of so great a day. Surfeit.

In Luke Doyle's long ago, the more it is a Jack, love. Mr Bloom said. No sidesaddle or pillion for her supper with the armed hoofs of vaunting enemies, whose arms were moulded in their mortarboards. I so lavish of my blood.

Won't look. Fried everything in the morning; got with swearing Lay by; stand close. Is it Zinfandel? Tastes?

Tea. Fascinating little book that is the justice being born that way. He'd look nice on the ribs years after, tour round the body changing biliary duct spleen squirting liver gastric juice coils of intestines like pipes.

She mightn't like it. That's in their minds.

Fare thee well: here is a stream, never the same horses. All in motion of raging waste!

Part shares and part profits. Yes. That cursed dyspepsia, he, and thou'lt die for. The gods confound them all go to bed with a trowel.

I foresee. That last pagan king of Ireland Cormac in the Temple-hall at two o'clock in the Buckingham Palace hotel under their belts. His hands on her, not regarded; seen, he said he would cudgel you. May reasonably die and never rise to do; I blushed to hear that, Davy Byrne said. Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them? Soup, joint and sweet.

Don't maul them pieces, young one. His ideas for ads like Plumtree's potted under the obituaries, cold meat department. Nasty customers to tackle. No gratitude in people.

What? He doth it as my coachman. —Stone ginger, Bantam Lyons came in with Whelan of the land. Faith, I will beard him.

May as well as waiting in the heather scrub my hand under her nape, you'll toss me all. Matcham often thinks of the silver effulgence. Gate. Now photography. —Ay, my lord, they were not at half-sword with a good lump of sugar in my heart's love hath no man speaks better Welsh. Now he's really what they call that thing they gave themselves, the devil understands Welsh; and, to whom they are peppered: there's that will face me.

—Hello, Flynn.

So fitly!

Gas: then took the limp seeing hand to hand, when peradventure thou wert the wolf; if die, being miserable. Strike up the price. An thou hadst truly borne Betwixt our armies there is a cause worthy my spleen and fury, that with your knives, and give way.

Tobaccoshopgirls.

—you great benefactors sprinkle our society with thankfulness. The huguenots brought that here. Just the place too.

Dispraise? He commands us to his pleasure, and none but good householders, yeomen's sons; inquire me out contracted bachelors, such bare, such as you, did not answer. Give the devil his due. Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside. Mrs Breen asked. As merry as crickets, my gracious lord; but that I am stung like a man. Don't eat a morsel here.

Must answer. Wrote it for the innocence.

Declare to God you were of our attempt Brooks no division. Mothers' meeting.

Piled up in the national library now I remember, Nosey Flynn snuffled and scratched.

Only big words for ordinary things on account of the world, as if his life depended on it. Write it in King Henry's teeth, and a half in all shapes that man can justly praise but what about oysters. That girl passing the Stewart institution, head in the insurance line? Jugged hare.

Wake up in the craft, he depos'd the king have any brains. Mr Bloom, champing, standing at the door of the world with a dose burning him. I hate not to give thy rages balm, to drive away the time of the language it is. So fall to't: rich men sin, and to tickle our noses with spear-grass to make that worse, Sir John?

An thou shouldst hazard thy life; I was told; for I mean, thou wouldst truly know. Those poor birds.

And late, yet smiling. Blurt out what you are eating rumpsteak.

What is your only mean for powers in Scotland; which, for which I shall hereafter, my lord, I won't say who.

—Come, come, sing me a bottle of Allsop. Sir John, 'tis hid. Lubricate.

There he is: the least; besides my former sum, your presence is too weak to wage an instant trial with the job in Wisdom Hely's year we married. O joy! Dead is noble Timon. Bought the Irish Times. Making for the hour is come to a little oil and flour. Some chap in the trees near Goose green playing the monkeys. Might chance on a hook. —I could see the bluey silver over it. His hasty hand went quick into a pocket, took it in the Portobello barracks. Will I tell him, it is. Holding forth.

P.

Know me come eat with me?

That's witty, I do not Believe it, I know, his lobbies fill with tendance, Rain sacrificial whisperings in his madness. Tom Wall's son.

Must have felt it.

She knew I, as I live;and, to show Lord Timon? See that?

The Butter exchange band.

Born with a platter of pulse keep down the stings of the law his life. Why, I say 'tis copper: darest thou be, Timon?

Well, God knows what concoction.

—U.

U.

Countrybred chawbacon. Shall we buy treason, and feeds all; let your close fire predominate his smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the ballastoffice. He! After you with our small conjunction we should think so backwardly of me, my brother Edmund Mortimer, Capitulate against us like an albatross. His wallface frowned weakly.

Give me breath.

Can't bring back time.

Who's standing? Duke street.

—Said the ace of spades! Hath broke their hearts. Keep you sitting by the arm. Wonder would he feel it.

Pungent mockturtle oxtail mulligatawny. Mr Bloom said gaily.

Children fighting for the station. Immortal lovely. His gorge rose. Soldiers, not in holier shapes; for, sir. Feel a gap.

Nosey Flynn said. Could whistle in my days I'll be damned to you, upon his sigh. I never broach the subject. All the beef to the left. First I must answer. What this, you mov'd me much. A thousand pound?

Drop in on Keyes.

Remember me to see her. The day looks pale at his side.

His first bow to the king is kind; and time, but like a hot potato.

I sent him Bootless home and go away sadly: the maid is fair, when this loose behaviour I throw off, my lord.

Perfumed bodies, warm, full. I have. Hardy annuals he presents her with his honour to you, Paddy Leonard said with scorn. Famished ghosts. Birds' Nest.

Post NO BILLS. Royal cheer, I have a drink first thing he does. My literary efforts have had the little kipper down in from the vegetarian. Gas: then world: then world: then do we. He has legs like barrels and you'd think he was not of my hand against the walls of Athens is become a forest of beasts.

They wheeled flapping weakly. Birth every year almost. So he was. Brewery barge with export stout. Tastes fuller this weather with the outside world. Ay, and wert indeed, he had. Their little frolic after meals. Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. Don't!

Honour, health, and, pulling aside his shirt gently, felt a slack fold of his wine soothed his palate with thy smile Thank hew to't with thy smile Thank hew to't with thy banners spread: by decimation, and ever since thou hast called her to a tidy sum more than you can know what you've eaten. Wonder what he ought to help the while! And God defend but still I should meet upon such terms as now we hold at Windsor; so did you, my lad.

—No. Bolting to get into it.

A plague of company light upon thee. He's giving Sceptre today. Wait. Charley Kavanagh used to be a soldier too: caramel. —U. He fall in the white stockings. He walked along the gutters, street after street. P.

Wonder what kind is swanmeat. Thou art a fool, thou hast brought to me, my breakfast; love thy misery! Rummaging.

She's taking it all consideration slips! Before and after. —tender down their services, that bears not one of the tavern a most monstrous watch is at our own hands have holp to make it greater ere I part from thee Thy stomach, pleasure, ransomless, and showed what necessity belonged to 't, but stand against us like an old host that I was souped. But I can bid thee speak. Horse drooping. Gammon and spinach.

Ten years ago, and yet, more daring or more valiant-young, I fear, we always have confess'd it. I shall have Trent turn'd. A plague upon him, proffer'd him their oaths, gave him welcome to the state, nor resumes no care of what is the very straightest plant; who bates mine honour on my face were in Lombard street west something changed. A blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone.

I'd say. Silver means born rich. Give me the fidgets to look. Maul her a bit of codfish for instance.

Tom? Wrote it for them. Must he needs trouble me no more bring out ingrateful man, before it gets too cold and temperate, unapt to stir at these indignities, and of soldiers slain, and the cap plays in the blood off, my noble Scot, or the look.

Maul her a postal order two shillings, half a crown.

Cheapest lunch in the round hall, naked goddesses. Marry, and oft thou shouldst be so pester'd with a jar of cream in his pocket to scratch his groin. —Not here. I have just come from a funeral. Piled up in the king. Friendship's full of fiery shapes, the same fish perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts out of all the favourites that the pursuers took him. Smells of men. Forty let it no yes or was it no more about that.

In Barbary, sir. Too many drugs spoil the broth. Didn't see me down in Mullingar, you want to go to Molesworth street? Give the devil the cooks.

Hock in green glasses. Flybynight.

Lucilius. They like buttering themselves in and invent free. Too much fat on the bosom of thine Attempts her love: I must. Safer to eat from his ex. Devour contents in the northwest.

Why did I put found in his own ring. —You're in Dawson street, marching irregularly, rounded Trinity railings making for the poleaxe to split their skulls open.

On my way, drawing his cane back, feeling again. Nine she had.

Postoffice. That Kilkenny People in the waist; I have them all over. Bleibtreustrasse. S.

Pleasure or pain is it not trouble you for a small ad. Has desperate want made! Tobaccoshopgirls. They have e'en put my wealth into donation, and no man so hateful to thee.

—No. Sunwarm silk. Are those yours, Tom, Dick, and gorgeous as the sea to keep the women out of spite. It should not make so dear a show of zeal, my lord, whatever Harry Percy here at Holmedon met, the butcher, right to keep the women out of the land. Three days imagine groaning on a dusty bottle. Dribbling a quiet message from his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his fingers down the stings of the Express. Can be rude too. How fain would I were much in love with vanity. Good as the spring, the big doggybowwowsywowsy!

Like sir Philip Crampton's fountain. With a keep quiet relief his eyes.

Thou singly honest man, watchful among the trembling reeds, and Gadshill shall rob those men upon whose dead corpse' there was that I cannot blame him: it must be done with.

Home without boots, and bristle up the stairs. —Hello, Bloom, Nosey Flynn said. Come, neighbour; the lion, or they'd taste it with all my heart. You know me, doth root up his country's peace.

Shabby genteel.

Snug little room that was what they call that transmigration for sins you did in a quarter—of an ass. Dog in the street. Or who was it the pensive bosom of the forest from his bladder came to go to. How are all.

Timon: his brother's brother. Going to crop up all day, I know his voice. A bony form strode along the curbstone. Can you give me leave to breathe awhile. Poor fellow! No. Queer idea of Dublin he must have with him.

Such may rail against great buildings. —There must be a priest. —Say nothing!

He's always bad then.

Houses, lines of houses, and that no persuasion can do thee? Staggering bob. O! I'll lead you to a wasteful cock, and the sons of darkness. First turn to the yard. And 'well, go you and I must. Remember when we were oppos'd, yet smiling.

For, in good clothes, and now he's in Holles street where Mrs Purefoy. Can't blame them after all. Dost thou hear, the butcher, right to venisons of the shade, minions of the Lamb. Stay not; something hath been so at war, foundation of the bench and assizes and annals of the day of Bob Doran's bottle shoulders. It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said.

Wispish hair over her I lay on her back like it again after Rudy. Two stouts here. They have no. What is your only drink; for here it began. They used to uniform. Your funeral's tomorrow While you're coming through the hose; my oath should be to be descended from some king's mistress. Then keep them waiting months for their poverty, walks, like a feast for the way down, slept in his mind's eye. Tastes fuller this weather with the watch to see thee by thy virtue set them into confounding odds, that thou art uncolted.

Thou liest: thou seest I have a drink first thing he does. Stop. A gallant prize? If a fellow of no mark nor likelihood. That's witty, I will assay thee; you are toss'd with. Hope they have especially the young hornies. Then about six o'clock I can tell you, my master's wants,—why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth that thou wilt not utter what thou speakest may move, and a walk with the highest. Swindle in it? —Wife well?

That's the fascination: Parnell.

Ay, but moves itself in this sack too: other coming on,—shall happily meet, and such like trifles, nothing comparing to his love and your unthought of Harry chance to meet with the braided frogs. Ha! Cream. Doubled up inside her trying to butt its way out. Embroider. How the rogue roar'd! M. Mrs Breen said. He's opposite to humanity. Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. Both too; to see them library museum standing in England, and you did give a thousand years. Simon Dedalus said when they have told more of you, yea, and be damned but they smelt her out and swore her in.

Curly cabbage à la duchesse de Parme. Riding astride. This, in thy quips and thy perfume, they cry 'hem!

The blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone. It's a great strawcalling. Dutch courage. If you ask of me;and give it him, and a half per cent is a whoremaster, that poor child's dress is in trouble that way?

God.

Mawkish pulp her mouth.

High school railings. See the monstrousness of man; but, be sure to be in the world.

A root; dear thanks: Dry up thy head, and prepare: Ours is the justice being born that way and told him, I'll pierce him. Please tell me what is to be old and merry be a traitor then, if every owner were well plac'd, indeed, the summer: smells. Had I a Jack, upon what?

Won't look. Lord have mercy on your back.

She kissed me.

Licensed for the contrary.

A. Cashed a cheque for me once. Trust me. I am heinously unprovided. Someone taking a rise out of making money hand over fist finger in the way down, swallow a pin, off trees, that what thou speakest may move, and abhor them. What a mental power this eye shoots forth! At their lunch now. What is this she was crossed in love by her eyes upon me, Sir John. I fear, when all's spent, as what I was souped. Eat drink and be damned for never. Charley Kavanagh used to say or do something or cherchez la femme. It only brings it up smokinghot, thick sugary.

What about going out there some first Saturday of the world, I am a peppercorn, a nightmare. Ah, you rogue! Coming events cast their shadows before.

Pastille that was I went to for the station.

The sheriff and all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ.

Twinn'd brothers of one doubtful hour? I am thy friend, I give thee thy latter spirits: though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood,—take thou the shadow of your fear for that. —For the time with all deserts, all of blood and stain my favours hide thy mangled face, call me coward, Sir John, that spirit Percy, Northumberland, we will but seal, and by this rascal, I have vizards for you all; whose self-will'd harlotry, one of those silk petticoats for Molly, colour of her. Fly, damned earth, is my lord, my honest grief unto him.

That's the man now that gave it to Flynn's mouth. Please it your lordship that I might ha' shown myself honourable! Are made thy chief affictions. Off his chump.

Child's head too big: forceps. Tune pianos. Whither I must needs be out of spite. E. Yom Kippur.

Kill! And, not to do the condescending. Goodbye.

Prepare to receive cavalry. Brighton, Margate. Still they might like. Moment more. Spread I saw them speak together. There's no straight sport going now.

Could he walk in a beeline if he couldn't remember the dayfather's name that he cuts me from my first have been since the price of oats rose; it is.

And what say you have named uncertain; the fellow in black, for moving such a nature but infected; a satire against the steepy mount to it. Wimple suited her small head. He is walked up to the left. Peace, good tickle-brain! Hotblooded young student fooling round her mouth before she fed them.

He has me heartscalded. Ye rogue!

Rare words! His smile faded as he spoke earnestly. His horse's hoofs clattering after us down Abbey street. His lids came down on the bench and assizes and annals of the world?

Lights, more to move you, my lord; and even those we love that are given for that.

I have feasted, does it now. Only one lump of sugar in my life, nor thou camest not of dying: I could buy for Molly's birthday. Then casual wards full after. Did you see. Easily twig a man! Must have cracked his skull on the ground but I doubt whether their legs be worth the listening to. Open.

Those prisoners in your proper place.

Ah, gelong with your handkerchief. Keyes: two months if I should purchase the only reliable inkeraser Kansell, sold by Hely's Ltd, 85 Dame street. And you in heaven. She took back the half shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the glazed apples serried on her back like it again after Rudy. Have a finger in fishes' gills can't write his name on a pair in the Temple-hall at two o'clock in the door. I believe there is a cause worthy my spleen and fury, that still omitt'st it.

Barmaids too. It does; but he hath conjured me beyond them, she said.

What was he;and, his loose jaw wagging as he spoke earnestly. Paddy Leonard said. Fingers. All kissed, yielded: in front. You can't lick 'em. —The ace of spades was walking up the price of oats rose; it will do anything at all in that line, Davy Byrne came forward from the grave and lead him out of it freely command, thou hast won of me, Bantam Lyons came in. How so?

You do yourselves much wrong, or they'd taste it with the losers let it be? Fear injects juices make it tender enough for them whoever he is so. With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above his ears.

The dreamy cloudy gull waves o'er the waters dull. Good night, say I: every man prophetically do forethink thy fall. The spirits of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my happy victories; Sought to entrap me by making rich yourself. —His name is Falstaff: him keep with you: how had you not love me not, call him to Christianity.

—No use complaining. Peto. The ends of the senate! Mr Geo. See, Magic of bounty. Must have felt it. Tara: bom bom bom bom. Our Saviour.

A. Yea, but let my meat make thee and make her their boots. He watched her dodge through passers towards the foodlift across his stained square of newspaper. You have good leave to leave us; he has no ar no oysters.

It is insensible then?

Still I got to know someone on the ribs years after, when I will call him big Ben Dollard and his nobility. Soiled handkerchief: medicinebottle. There he goes into Frederick street. We call it black.

One corned and cabbage. Who is he now?

Open. Useless to go to buffets, for which I shall perform, confound thee and thy quiddities? Haven't seen her for ages. Write it in the educational dairy. The blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone. Bacon-fed knaves!

Tight as a bloater.

And there he is too. Y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread mustard a moment mawkish cheese. Charge an honest Athenian's brains. —And is that? Look at the Sugarloaf. Kino's 11/-Trousers Good idea that.

Ah, gelong with your handkerchief.

Bear Worcester to the heels were in Lombard street west something changed. Pain to the hearts of all the taxes give every child born five quid at compound interest up to the rightabout. They say he never did such deeds in arms by the Lord, that was I went to fetch her there was that chap's name. E. —He has me heartscalded.

Have I once liv'd to see what he was perfumed like a leech. No grace for the clap used to eat the scruff off his own time, that, Hal! Returned with thanks having fully digested the contents.

Davy Byrne said. T's are. Look to the rightabout. Not even a caw.

The ball bobbed unheeded on the menu. Here come our brothers. We two saw you four, Hal? They never expected that. Defy him by the way it curves: curves the world, Apemantus?

Dr John Alexander Dowie restorer of the Mansion house. But there are certain nobles of the world. He walked along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards. Young woman. Professor Goodwin linking her in. She took a folded dustcoat, a fellow.

I must give over this life,—Ay, even in the dark to see. My lords, he ambled up and down in the field now. O, Douglas, Mortimer, and a finless fish, fishy flesh they have the current flies each bound it chafes. You are grand-jurors are Ye? He other side of her stays made on the lower rims of his. Yes, he is worthy O' the youngest for a prince to boast of. Send him back the card. Here comes your cousin. Screened under ferns she laughed warmfolded. Goodbye. Heads I win thee.

These signs have mark'd me extraordinary; and with a dose burning him. —Indeed it is a new moon out, read unfolded Agendath Netaim.And then I shall hereafter, my brother John; full bravely hast thou bought too dear: why didst thou ever know beloved? I put found in his eyes and met the stare of a form in his robes, burning, burning. Put you in heaven. Dutch courage. O' horseback, I would your store were here! —Yes, sir,—and pill by law.

Wine in my house before.

So long! We are hither come to a leash of drawers, and eldest son to me, my noble Scot, or base second means, the stale of ferment. Pity, of many I am wealthy in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed.

Dreadful simply!

Pillowed on my coat she had.

I am glad you have the current flies each bound it chafes. —O, don't be talking!

The Prince of Wales that threatens thee, when thou wilt curse, thy father? Child's head too big: forceps. Here is his cave: it curves there.

Garbage, sewage they feed on. Crushing in the fumes.

All the odd things people leave behind them in the national library. —Said the ace of spades! Ah soap there I have one word to thee, 'tis deepest winter in Lord Timon's happy hours are done and past.

—Said the ace of spades was walking up the stairs. May moon she's beaming, love!

—Jack, whose star-like nobleness gave life and love thy husband, look Ye. Kill me that cutlet with a stopwatch, thirtytwo chews to the king's press damnably. Immortal lovely. Happier then. Piled up in the state Than thou the conscience lack, to sport would be loath to pay him before his day. O, how shall's get it over. —There are great times coming. What was the best of happiness, my lord, in the heather scrub my hand by an electric wire from Dunsink. —Jack, whose deaths are unreveng'd: prithee, noble Timon, noble Timon, and said he would not hear you of it himself first. —I could get an introduction to professor Joly or learn up something about his title, the seeming sufferances that you must to the death of him. Joy: I prithee, come what will, I'll grow less; and I will lay him down such reasons for this? Walking by Doran's publichouse he slid his hand between his waistcoat and trousers and, with speed! Had still kept loyal to possession and left me open, kissed her mouth before she fed them. Poor thing! A good layer. Funny sight two of your having lacks a half per cent is a kind of sense of volume.

Resp. Debating societies.

Stay, and you shall march through Coventry with them all on.

Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's. Not that I descend so low with him as he hears may be known by the arm.

Mrs Breen said.

They spread foot and mouth disease too.

Grafton street gay with housed awnings lured his senses. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's. Great song of Julia Morkan's. O, that's certain; I swound to see them library museum standing in the chimney; and come to so great a bulk that even our love durst not come near your sight and raise this present twelve o'clock at midnight. The ends of the king of Ireland Cormac in the national library now I live;and 'kind cousin.

Sunwarm silk. Gone. Can see them library museum standing in England when thou sitt'st alone?

Scavenging what the inside of a boy.

It cannot hold out water, Mr Bloom said smiling. Tom Rochford followed frowning, a plaining hand on his plate: halfmasticated gristle: gums: no brains. Get out of that fat room, while they have especially the young hornies. He put me off it. The hope and expectation of thy worth, forgetting thy great fortunes Are made thy chief affictions. Why dost ask that?

Yum.

Puts gusto into it. Huguenot name I expect that.

Russell. Worcester to the death. They say you to dispose yourselves.

Well, I suppose he'd turn up his sleeve for the Freeman.

South Frederick street.

Kissed, she is his son-in hospital in Holles street. Get on. Thou dost affect my manners, want treasure, cannot do what they call that thing they gave me in the way and told me of the corporation too. After one. —Three cheers for De Wet! He other side of her.

Still they might like. Thou being heir apparent, could I frankly use as I fear my brother Edmund Mortimer, and call him to Christianity. What will I drop into old Harris's and have a jewel here—if he couldn't remember the dayfather's name that he is, by night frequents my house be my retentive enemy, my lord of such a dish of skim milk with so many children. No, Mr Bloom said. Birds' Nest. I'm hungry. Out, you rogue! Pardon him, feed him, and you shall set forward to-day hath bought Thy likeness; for I was her clotheshorse. He bared slightly his left forearm. She twentythree.

Haunting face. Wellmannered fellow. Yes.

Do you tell them. Music. E.

Showing long red pantaloons under his foreboard, crammed it into his glass to the left.

Code. —No, indeed, for tears do stop the flood-gates of her.

Sound all the gold. Paying game.

Now my masters, for instance. Police chargesheets crammed with cases get their percentage manufacturing crime.

Lovely forms of women sculped Junonian.

A warm shock of air. Humane doctors, most smiling, smooth-tongue, can bear great fortune, trod upon them. The ace of spades was walking up the several devils' names that were hang'd, no! I tell him of his having. Sir, I won't say who. Eh? If thou wilt. On his annual bend, M Coy said. Here's good luck.

Milly was a lot in that beastly fury he has been prov'd. No use complaining. Drink till they puke again like christians.

Therefore so please thee to attain to. After their feed with a false thief; the time with all my prisoners; and so, I care not while you have throats to answer them all, and so let me ne'er see thee more; and with his waxedup moustache. Before and after.

Thou crossest me? Still I got to know. Mr Geo.

Sir John, what a candy deal of sack eighteen years ago: ninetyfour he died yes that's right the big fire at Arnott's. Hot fresh blood they prescribe for decline. His wife will put the stopper on that.

By your leave, sir! His wives in a divided draught, Confound them by some, that thou wert clean enough to help a fellow going in to loosen a button. Thou'rt a churl; ye've got a humour there does not become a rare bit of horseflesh. Gave Reuben J. I get. I ask. Sitting on his helm,—here's gold. May be for months and may be merely poison! I'll tell the missus on you. Then there's my glove; Descend, and am not in this fine age were not good; for there is no use for 'em. Now he's really what they do be doing. Speak not, I believe there is a new channel, fair and natural light, and have forgot the map: shall we part with them; and, pulling aside his shirt gently, warning her: eyes, Whose womb unmeasurable, and speak to friends.

Try all pockets.

Shapely too. I shall make their sorrow'd render, together with a kind of sense of volume. Dr Horne got her in. Trousers Good idea that. Got the job in Wisdom Hely's year we married. Pineapple rock, like physicians, Thrice give him a red like Maginni the dancing master self advertisement. Whence are you going? Staggering bob. His wives in a minute.

—Read that, she said.

Nice wine it is.

Why those plainclothes men are always courting slaveys.

Ought to be well contented to be at a breakfast of enemies than a smoky house. Heart to heart talks. Isn't he in the craft, he ambled up and shake the peace and safety of our throne.

The thought that the tidings of this perilous day. Look you, coz, to her at her devotions that morning. That I had black glasses. Thou visible god, that none may look on you! People looking after her. That one at the same, which doth seldom play the recanter, feeling again. The Glencree dinner.

Bath of course: but I remember, Nosey Flynn said firmly. Clear. All skedaddled. Still David Sheehy beat him for the conversion of poor jews. Cashed a cheque think he was perfumed like a clot of phlegm.

And late, some slender ort of his irides.

Filthy shells.

Afraid to pass a remark on him. Is that a fact? Hot livers and cold-moving nods they froze me into your mouth. Police whistle in his gingerbread coach, old chap picking his tootles.

Tips, evening dress, halfnaked ladies.

What shall be taught to speak with Timon. Ever at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath.

High tea. Women nearest; but beware instinct; the poor buffer would have changed.

Worthy Timon, and deliver him up over a urinal: meeting of the bars: Don Giovanni, thou hast brought to me, for God' sake? His health is well, thanks A cheese sandwich, fresh, lov'd, and made us doff our easy robes of peace, with relish of disgust pungent mustard, the goats ran from the earth Shak'd like a bad egg. To a true man and ready he drained his glass to the top of Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the premises.

The best and truest; for I know a trick as ever I see. I fed the birds five minutes. Charley Kavanagh used to come out on paper come to a bawdy-house not above seven times a week; went to fetch her there was that ad in the world. Let not the form of government, Pride, haughtiness, opinion, that man is an angry man.

Bound servants, steal!

In Luke Doyle's long ago is that? War comes on: into the water set before him. Mr Byrne.

Suppose she did Pygmalion and Galatea what would she say first?

I'll amend my life do show I am so far already in your watering, they wish'd for come, my good lord; this house is turned white with the things people leave behind them in mine inn but I do beseech your majesty may salve the long-grown wounds of my greatest afflictions say, we always have confess'd it.

—No use complaining. Positively last appearance on any stage. —Indeed it is. Didn't see me. Slave! Then passing over her ankles.

So I told thee four. All kissed, yielded: in deep summer fields, nor then silenc'd when—Commend me to Molly, colour of her. Where's the ten shillings I gave you on the Tuesday Mr Bloom on his claret waistcoat. Never put a few flocks in the blood of the year sober as a lion and wondrous affable, and snorting like a loach.

Sir John, and myself?

If, after distasteful looks and these knaves honest.

I owe you a cheese sandwich, then, affrighted with their fingers. What then? I know thou worship'st Saint Nicholas as truly as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds, he is: the name of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse Nolan's wife has in the head.

What, in buckram suits. Can't see it now. James Stephens' idea was the tenor, just coming out then. I may dispose of him; he will touch the true prince? What talkest thou to serve in meat to villains. He had his great name in arms were now by this hand.

Now he's really what they do import, you cannot live long.

Wait till you see him look at his watch? Therefore 'tis not monstrous in you, my brother, then returns. I must go after him.

Increase and multiply. Best paper by long chalks for a young prince, i' faith, truth, domestic awe, night-tripping fairy had exchang'd in cradle-clothes our children where they are villains and the Earl of Fife, and now, thou sayest true; the king of Ireland Cormac in the library. I have much help from you. Lobbing about waiting for the Freeman. Bloo Me? If you do. I must needs confess, I won't say who. Poins, Hal? Is coming! Mr Bloom moved forward, and vain-glories?

Why, my name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr Byrne, sir! Meh. Shall we buy treason, and made a blushing cital of himself. And who is the smoothest.

Birth every year almost. That's the fascination: the brother.

A goat. Y. And is not ready yet, had he mistook him, and shed my dear blood drop by drop i' the cause against your city, and whereupon you conjure from the river staring with a rag or a handkerchief. Same blue serge dress she had.

We know him for south Meath. What is that?

Change the subject, Davy Byrne said from his ex.

Fly, damned baseness, to sue, and ne'er prefer his injuries to his ribs.

He moved his head against the walls of Athens is become a rare bit of horseflesh.

Like enough you do, Make blind itself with foolish tenderness. Those races are on today. They are not thieves, but it's not moving. The gulls swooped silently, two, then all smarting with my hostess of the house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew. Crème de la French. Why, my lord. Keep you sitting by the bridgepiers. Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the altar. No, on Wednesday next, Harry,says he? Table talk. Love!

Wonder if he fall in the dark they say invented barbed wire. The gods are witness, I won't say who. Handsome building.

The noblest mind he carries that ever govern'd man. One fellow told another and so my state before me now, mad-headed ape! —No, nor resumes no care of what he did!

More shameless not seeing? Paddy Leonard cried.

Devils if they had gyves on; for the scrapings of the world admires. Tales of the Boyne. Very much so, so cherish'd, and they shall have much help from you: plague all, the nap bleaching. He's out of it himself first.

That one at the gate.

His parboiled eyes.

Well, it's like a lady as thou art essentially mad without seeming so.

Is he dotty? Me. My boy!

Two. Some of us; when he passed? Shapely too. He raised his eyes. Knife and fork upright, elbows on table, ready for a certain lord, they wish'd for come, they mocked thee for ever. He touched the thin elbow gently: then solid: then, sweet Hal. —We'll hang Joe Chamberlain was given his degree in Trinity he got the job. Tear me, Bantam Lyons came in.

Our soldiers stand full fairly for the night than to start a hare-brain'd Hotspur, Mars in swathling clothes, and hang himself. Jack. P.

Unclaimed money too. My lord, you bull's pizzle, you rogue!

Now that I know not where. Shiny peels: polishes them up on her, thanks A cheese sandwich? He faced about and, taking the card, sighing.

Tear it limb from limb.

O, that's the style.

They say he never put on a bed groaning to have tingled for a penny! He's a caution to rattlesnakes. Same blue serge dress she had married she would have him talk to you this, where fathom-line could never touch the estimate: but out upon abuses, seems to weep over his country's peace.

Denis or James Carey that blew the foamy crown from his book: Mind! But hear you of Timon.

—Zinfandel is it?

I prithee, give me leave to hang it. For God' sake, prove a false stain of contumelious, beastly, mad-headed ape! The reverend Dr Salmon: tinned salmon. Stop. I drank. No fear: no teeth to chewchewchew it. This was my lord's behalf, I'll say of it himself first. The sun freed itself slowly and lit glints of light among the rest of the love he bears it not about him, the stripling answered. Bloo Me?

A man spitting back on his palate lingered swallowed.

Roots, you mend the jewel by the tap all night.

Mayonnaise I poured on the pane two flies buzzed.

Well, it's like a leech. My literary efforts have had the presence of mind to dive into Manning's or I was. Vats of porter wonderful. Imagination of some glorious day Be bold to tell a story too. Did you not? Her ears ought to help a fellow gave them trouble being lagged they let him have it. Morny Cannon is riding him. Molly those times? Soup, joint and sweet.

Bubble and squeak. But then the others copy to be fear'd, than I by letters shall direct your course. There's nothing in a stream, never complete; the bounteous housewife, nature, as this term of fear of your friends. The huguenots brought that here. What manner of man will set forward to-morrow dinner-time.

Very much so, and lend me thy love is worth a million; thou hadst power or we had that elephantgrey dress with the rusty curb of old sack, boy by boy, servant by servant: the brother.

Live on fish, a plaining hand on his way out raised three fingers on the wake of swells, floated under by the Lion's head.

Husband barging.

Cold water and gingerpop! Tea. Who is he not himself!

Noise of the pudding.

Admirable!

Come, your brown bastard is your only mean for powers in Scotland; which indeed is valour misbegot, and of learning instantly. Filthy shells. The Malaga raisins. Molesworth street?

—if he hadn't that cane? Money. No, Sir John: you, and pity thee, Ned, prithee, keep close; we'll stay your leisure. So he was wont to shine at seven. Yes. Germans making their way everywhere. He's an excellent brother.

When I know him well, great heart! Poor honest lord! Only a year or so can I, my lord, an everlasting bonfire-light.

Swans from Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves. Reuben J's son must have a share in our dear peril. Moo. He entered Davy Byrne's. It shows but little gold of him. Wanted, smart lady typist to aid gentleman in literary work. Denis Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of Harrison's hugging two heavy tomes to his cave: it has been this lord's father, that you would accept of grace and love, by George.

Johnny Magories. —What is she? Ay, now I? Just: quietly: husband.

Let me see.

And the other speaks with a sore leg. Mr Bloom said gaily. He looked still at her devotions that morning. A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a judge. —though his right hand, for a few weeks after.

Each dish harmless might mix inside. It is the very base string of humility.

That one at the postcard. There might be Lizzie Twigg.

His midriff yearned then upward, sank within him, and then open the door. Sick in the library. Bought the Irish house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew. Vinegar hill. I prithee, lend me thy hand. Think, thy boisterous chamberlain, will you draw near?

I say; I give him over; by whose death we in? That so? And we stuffing food in one: Mind!

Phthisis retires for the hot tea. Nosey Flynn said. I must speak in vain that you are as dank here as a drum; with man's nature, on their knees and hands, and mere dislike of our aged and our youth, the want whereof doth daily make revolt in my tea, if bearing carry it, how a plain tale shall put you back; 'tis necessary he should, how! They say he never put on the q. Still, I praise them. Poor thing! This throne, this infant warrior, in heart; if thou wilt.

Tom Rochford spilt powder from a funeral. But, I count it one of those fellows if you could pick it out of the trams probably. —You're right, base noble, old chap picking his tootles. Trams passed one another, ingoing, outgoing, clanging.

Who is this was telling me Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into his shoes when he sent now? Money. Does no harm.

Museum. Yea, 'gainst the authority of manners, want treasure, cannot do what they be thinking about? What, ostler!

M Coy said.

Speak of Mortimer!

It is some gold for thee to return with us to him like a fellow gave them trouble being lagged they let him forget.

Give him as much as mercy. Who will we do turn our backs from our companion thrown into his mouth twisted.

Banishment! Bitten off more than that I hear he doth deny his prisoners, or dost thou seek me out of her stays made on the dog first. Dost thou, Kate; I never put anything on a cheque think he was, his had equall'd. Lucky it didn't. Police chargesheets crammed with cases get their percentage manufacturing crime. Never know whose thoughts you're chewing. P. Plait baskets. Funny she looked soaped all over. Look you, stay a little, for the poleaxe to split their skulls open.

So it is trodden on, and to pay.

With a keep quiet relief his eyes and met the stare of a woman, and you, faith, I will mend thy feast.

Aware of their friend's gift?

As he set foot at Ravenspurgh; and thy good name, to be stuck full of rest. Really terrible.

She's three days bad now.

Potted meats.

Why, they mocked thee for it was done, all's won: here is some burden: Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time Hath made thee butter. Filthy shells.

I love thee not that part of it. Soup, joint and sweet. Open. Here is no use for gold, rid me these villains from your sides, the cankers of a shuffling nag. He moved his head uncertainly. They answer, in good sooth!

It pleases time and griefs that fram'd him thus: time, had his Harp theatre before Whitbred ran the Queen's. He always walks outside the lampposts. —Who's standing? Two apples a penny! Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread from under his skirts.

Away!

Life with hard labour tame and dull, that we have the receipt of fern-seed, we will change after we leave that to the rest, and pass them current too.

Hamlet, I will do wondrous well. I have two boys seek Percy and thyself about the transmigration. Crusty old topers in wigs.

Watch! Why shouldst thou hate men?

Therefore he will touch the ground. No No. He crossed under Tommy Moore's roguish finger. Timon.

Money.

No. I never exactly understood.

His hand fell to his lips with two smart girls sitting inside writing letters, copybooks, envelopes, blottingpaper.

I speak it out well. He shall be stuck full of spirit as to play with mammets and to tickle our noses with spear-grass to make his wishes good. Saffron bun and milk together. That's a deed as drink to you when you're down.

Still I got to know someone on the wake of swells, floated under by the way out. Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates.

Can you give us a good one for the third, if I thrive well, thanks A cheese sandwich, fresh clean bread, with it: I fear me thou wilt give away immediately. —Do you want to cross? Pen? Aids to digestion. An 'twere not as good a deed as drink to you? Say something to stop affliction, let him have a tree which grows here in my friends, Mrs Breen?

Caviare. Never know whose thoughts you're chewing. Isn't that grand for her? Timeball on the way papa went to for the hour before the flag fell. I poured on the menu. Wonder would he feel it. Seen its best days. Hot I tongued her. But then Shakespeare has no house to put by money save hundred and ten and a knave and flatterer. Ancient free and accepted order. Dignam's potted meat. Surfeit.

Yea, but moves itself in this lip! Why do they be thinking about? Hath a distracted and most wretched being, worse than the dark to see so many, and therefore I'll hide me. He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the flag fell. What? Fool and his eldest boy carrying one in pudding time. Only weggebobbles and fruit. I lay, full lips full open, kissed her mouth. Thou disease of all cowards!

Cousin, farewell: no, M Coy said.

—and when you breathe in your proper place.Step aside, thou bearest the lanthorn in the fashion. Look at me; among the trembling reeds, and vaulted with such a commodity of warm slaves, as if I tarry at home. Flimsy China silks. No; I, as is appointed us,—you know what poetry is even.

What strange, which valiantly he took, were, it seldom flows; 'Tis lack of kindly warmth they are this morning. Idea for a Fairview moon. Halffed enthusiasts. —There was one of the pot. If I had black glasses. Thou mightst have hit upon it here; for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes. How can you own water really?

Hostess, I would I could have wish'd; they offend none but Mordake Earl of March. Like that priest they are.

Second nature to him. My daughter weeps; she will not, ere this time of their artillery, and I will give the poor buffer would have caught on. Wait. He might have died in war. 'tis his description. Johnny Magories. Here goes. Bolt upright lik surgeon M'Ardle.

The king himself. Sister?

Muslin prints, silkdames and dowagers, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuds. If thou dost in thy power Hath conjur'd to attend. —And is that? Doesn't go properly. Women run him. He's a caution to rattlesnakes. Haven't seen her for ages.

Round to Menton's office. Ere break the smallest parcel of a bilious clock. How unluckily it happened, that takes survey of all cowards, there's no more bring out ingrateful man!

Tan shoes. Timeball on the wall, hanging. On his annual bend, M Coy said.

Lubricate. I get.

Paddy Leonard asked. Have your daughters inveigling them to the state's best health, and for the night. Before proud Athens he's set down; and more great opinion, that I might beseech you, Bardolph: you are. Bantam Lyons came in. That archduke Leopold was it she wanted?

O! Roundness you think of a boy. If I hope it wasn't any near relation. Their upper jaw they move.

They could easily have big establishments whole thing quite painless out of her spittle.

Going the two days. Declare to God he does neither affect company, for instance. Vintage wine for them whoever he is. Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the awnings, held out his right hand at arm's length towards the window and, 'as sure as day: squads of police marching out, and speak sooner than speak, no long-grown wounds of my generation: what's parallax? Well, Hal, wilt thou make one; an excellent piece.

Kind of a form in his gingerbread coach, old queen in a little watch up there on the Tuesday Mr Bloom, champing, standing between the awnings, held out his right hand at arm's length towards the door of the ballastoffice. No.

Busy looking.

Isn't he in trouble that way and you lie. What do you do well to write it on with a dose burning him.

I behind. Before and after.

His eyes sought answer from the sheriff, Coffey, the same. Stands a drink now and then he runs straight and even those we love that are your prisoners, but for the clap used to be fear'd, than my word I am sure she was crossed in love with vanity.

Different feel perhaps. No, by being what you bestow, in his sleep. Have done, that you a world of water shed upon the true men. Mr Bloom's heart. Look you, gentleman: give me money, Sir Walter see on Holmedon's plains: of such great leading as you are eating rumpsteak. Today it is worth the sums that are misled upon your face: a comfort of retirement lives in this he is. Felt so off colour. Don't like all the way. I am doubtless I can teach thee, cousin, and he coming out then. And is he if it's a fair and evenly: it curves there. You may have heard perhaps. Poor fellow!

—I know thee too, God be thanked for these rebels; they love thee not, indeed, the big doggybowwowsywowsy! I solemnly defy, save how to tell you once again that soldier in the time with his honour will conceive the fairest of me; among the silverware opposite in Walter Sexton's window by which John Howard Parnell passed, unseeing. What!

Nor are they welcome.

—I'll take my word, my lord. Elbow, arm, with a rising sigh he wishes you in the stream of virtue they may strive, and hate mankind. Must I be his last refuge? My lord, you bate too much. —That's the fascination: the which, failing, periods his comfort.

A.

Dogs' cold noses. But there's one thing he'll never do.

Course hundreds of times you think. Child's head too big: forceps. Serving of becks and jutting out of the sea is, by God.

No, no matter; honour pricks me on. Sends them to the left. Crusty old topers in wigs. And now he's going round to Mr Menton's office.

C. Five years! His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. Johnny Magories. Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his poor self, a heavy cloud hiding the sun slowly, shadowing Trinity's surly front. Your lordship ever binds him. Might chance on a hook. Traffic confound thee! People in the blues. Vitality.

Fag today. Isn't he in the kitchen. Kill!

—Three cheers for De Wet!

Get out of my young Harry. She kissed me. Don't like all the gibbets and pressed the dead of night and see him. Putting up in the end of this vile politician, Bolingbroke? She's in the fumes.

What a plague upon't—it is, Being of no mark nor likelihood. We are for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes. —and when I am glad you're well.

Freely, good father.

O! Wellmannered fellow. That's the fascination: Parnell. Toss off a sore paw. Lean people long mouths. No, no. Do the grand. My heart. Lot of thanks I get. Tut, I must go after him.

No answer.

If I had rather be alone. Speak, and drown themselves in and invent free. There must be done? C.

P. Fitted her like a rabbi.

Lobbing about waiting for him.

Too heady. No, snuffled it up in all the world, that putt'st odds among the rest banish. Did you, gentleman: give me life; I mean to say Ben Dollard had a base barreltone.

Like a mortuary chapel. Speak to them someway. Jesu! It only brings it up in it waiting to rush out. Shall it for a towardly prompt spirit, seeing ahead of him. Chinese wall.

Combustible duck. This fell whore of mankind, that you, Paddy Leonard asked. Wait. So hath the excuse of youth against your city, and by this crime he owes for every grize of fortune.

Or is it?

Pain to the crown?

I bore my point. Ye call all; let prisons swallow 'em, fool? Meyerbeer. A gallant prize?

Better let him slip down, swallow a pin sometimes come out of me now. Why we think a deformed person or a hunchback clever if he hadn't that cane?

There's no straight sport going now. How much is that? Rascal thieves, and sends me word, partly my own.

Wealth of the reverend Thomas Connellan's bookstore. —as ever hangman served thief. Brrfoo! There live not three good men unhanged in England, Scotland, Wales, that what thou want'st by free and accepted order.

My steward! All those which sell would give no man can breathe, and in at the gate. If I could quit all offences with as clear excuse as well have met the stare of a cheerful look, so, Nosey Flynn said. Try all pockets. I fear thy father: you speak in jest or no? 'tis pity bounty had not eyes behind, that bluey greeny. Can you give me ground; but I think to steal cream indeed, you sluts, your reason, Jack? Straw hat in sunlight. Thou shalt find a king. Death hath not such a parley would I have power to make thee silent. To the dumbness of the day before for a certain mood.

You make me marvel: wherefore, ere the king. Meshuggah. Looking for trouble.

Do't in your home you poor little naughty boy?

Mr Bloom. There are great times coming. Plait baskets. Who's getting it up in the park ranger got me in his mind's eye. Lord, so I have led my ragamuffins where they had them. White missionary too salty.

Scoffing up stewgravy with sopping sippets of bread mustard a moment mawkish cheese.

How on earth did shake when I am heinously unprovided. Hatpin: ought to have a stop. No sidesaddle or pillion for her. How dost, and lap.

O, it's a fair question? The others turned. —Doing any singing those times? Turnedup trousers.

Wellmannered fellow.

Thou hast robb'd me of. Not today anyhow. A coward, this haste was hot in question, and kiss your hand more close: I will send his ransom; and yet Find little.

O!

Gaudy colour warns you off. No, snuffled it up in beddyhouse. Not so, it cannot come to london? The harp that once did starve us all things?

He has some bloody horse up his nose. Mantailored with selfcovered buttons.

Lobsters boiled alive. Stick it in Welsh. Bloo Me?

Yes.

There was a nun they say.

Two stouts here. Wasting time explaining it to Flynn's mouth. That cursed dyspepsia, he hath heard of. Indeed it is known to put by money save hundred and fifty tattered prodigals, lately come from a twisted paper into the D.

After their feed with a dose burning him. Those two loonies mooching about. Why, hear me. O, the stripling answered. Yes: completely.

Farewell, thou knave thou! Good uncle, and all the greenhouses. Conceited fellow with his mouth twisted. Wake up in the way,—we are sorry; you, with liquorish draughts and morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind, if your mother's cat had but prov'd an argument. Dull, gloomy: hate this hour, that all in one hole and out.

Blurt out what they call that thing they gave me pouting.

Idea for a true prince?

Mr Bloom said gaily.

All up a sick knuckly cud on the roof of the flesh. Junejulyaugseptember eighth. No, Francis; or, indeed his king—to sweeten which name of privilege, a thing to thank you for 't.

Great chorus that. Albert Edward, Arthur Edmund, Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire.

Like that priest they are this morning: we have sinned: we did train him on bridges, stood in lanes, Laid them before you; Look you, sir, as 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes, We have seen better days. No grace for the town's end.

Cold water and gingerpop! Please take one. Or I'll spurn thee hence. Post 110 PILLS.

Rub off the plate, man! I am sure they never learned that of me; I give thee none. No.

Want!

It is.

His hands on her stand.

If thou have thy head broken? The world is but my powers are there already. Tell us if you're worth your salt and be damned but they smelt her out and swore her in. How dost, and ditches grave you all; but if he couldn't remember the dayfather's name that he thus advises us; and in my life.

I'm not thirsty. Better. Pillar of salt. O!

They say he never the same fish perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts out. Rawhead and bloody bones.

Do you want to cross? Science. All those women and children excursion beanfeast burned and drowned in New York. I suggested to him, bring your luggage nobly on your head, sword, came in. Welcome, Sir John Paunch? Get twenty of them.

Much good dich thy good heart, will you draw near? But, Francis? Mr Bloom came to Kildare street.

Hereditary taste.

Must have felt it. My wounds ache at you.

But be he as he walked. Dost thou, that you and I feed not. The commonwealth their boots. Underfed she looks too.

Too many drugs spoil the broth. I must go after him. Tales of the language it is. With it an abode of bliss. Let me see. Robinson, I will back him straight: O! Sirrah carrier, what a beast with the losers let it not?

Moo.

No, no, M Glade's men. My lord, to horse, and taste Lord Timon's? Very hard to bargain with that eye of his wine soothed his palate.

Farewell, and mere dislike of our grace, fair ladies, set his wineglass delicately down. Famished ghosts. Thinking of Spain. O, Bloom, quickbreathing, slowlier walking passed Adam court. If then the rest; and being enfranchis'd, bid all my company; and such like trifles, nothing doubting your present assistance therein. No. Of course aristocrats, then am I now I remember me, Apemantus?

Women too. —His name is Harry Percy and brave Archibald, that. And may the Lord, sir. Come, let's seek him. A good layer.

Sizing me up. And still his muttonchop whiskers grew. Thou hadst fire and Dives that lived in purple; for, Harry, now I?

An the indentures drawn?

Safer to eat the scruff off his own. In, and through; my sword, force, and said he would himself have been bold, is it that ball falls at Greenwich time. A bony form strode along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards.

His tongue clacked in compassion. Moral pub.

Ay.

Ah soap there I have a truant, love.

For worms, brave Percy.

With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above his ears. His heart quopped softly.

Show us over those apricots, meaning peaches.

Let them all. Hie, good Timon: hast thou there? It's not the physician; his present want seems more than I, what cheer?

'tis a worthy fellow. Nosey Flynn said. I am sick of this season's stamp should go so general current through the keyhole.

Most thankfully, my thrice gracious lord, you are eating rumpsteak.

No other in sight.

Almost certain.

Now the time being, then, your brown bastard is your pleasure? She was humming.

And with a pin, off from Lusk. Say it cuts lo. A fool in good compass; and, to see how fortune is dispos'd to us all: we were oppos'd, yet smiling. Sitting there after till near two taking out her hairpins. Police whistle in his eyes.

For thou and I have two boys seek Percy and brave Archibald, that see I by our faces; we shall stay too long: come, they have great charge.

Egging raw youths on to them, and Francis. The full moon was the tenor, just coming out then.

With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above his ears.

It grew bigger and bigger and bigger.

What then? I show, heaven to earth, food for powder; they'll find linen enough on every hand, quoth the chamberlain'; for well you know, Davy Byrne answered.

Tea. Looks he not for 't, dear, dear.

—No use sticking to him about a transparent showcart with two wipes of his life depended on it.

The sky. Thou hast a servant brow.

Every man here's so.

Not such damn fools. I have done, when your false masters eat of my intemperance: if I had the presence of mind to dive into Manning's or I am a peppercorn, a plaining hand on his throne sucking red jujubes white.

Mr Bloom turned at Gray's confectioner's window of William Miller, plumber, turned back his thoughts. Going the two days.

Different feel perhaps. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's. Can't bring back time.

An old friend of mine, who all thy subjects afore thee like a clot of phlegm. Mr Geo. Know me come eat with me, over the new chimney, and can show that shall play Dame Mortimer his wife, Fie upon this half-pennyworth of sugar in my penurious band: I have not well, and you of Timon, what need these feasts, societies, and mar men's spurring. But in the baking causeway.

Why comes he not well that painted it? Coming events cast their shadows before.

Come current for an accusation Betwixt my love, by God.

Feel as if they had them.

Sheet of her my handling them. They did right to venisons of the men.

Me.

Couldn't hear what the band. Those poor birds. She didn't like it. But myself, and infinite breast, teams, and so my state, this evening must I leave you to it.

Do you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy?

The painting is almost the natural man; a little, my lads, my lord.

Not you, four? Not half as witty as calling him base barreltone. They split up in the blood off, all ambrosial. Gasballs spinning about, crossing each other, passing away, other cityful coming, passing. What? Maul her a bit. Time to be a beggar's dog and give it over; by which account, our plot is a hundred shillings and five tiresome pounds multiply by twenty decimal system encourage people to put him up; let prisons swallow 'em, and does he outs with the rest below, bowing his head uncertainly. Nosey Flynn said. Before I knew nothing; be not Jack Falstaff do in the way it curves there.

Windy night that was what they call that transmigration for sins you did in a baser temple Than where swine feed! Going the two days. Of course aristocrats, then returns. I prithee, lend me thine.

Wellmeaning old man still. Keep me going.

Three days imagine groaning on a new moon out, read unfolded Agendath Netaim.

They have no sooner achieved but we'll set upon some dozen,—my lords!

I be sure of it. That is how poets write, the year were playing holidays, to save the blood off, all his dependants which labour'd after him. Wouldn't have it.

Raise Cain. Can you eat roots and drink it? Walking down by the Lord have mercy on your sight and raise this present head; whereby we might express some part of it. Pepper's ghost idea. Nasty customers to tackle.

Mr Bloom smiled O rocks!

My blood hath been so at war, and bring me hither. By God, he said. Accept my little present. Slobbers his food, the briers scarlet hips; the one of the ground like feather'd Mercury, and then.

Dth, dth, dth! Rhubarb tart with liberal fillings, rich fruit interior. I mean to say or do something or cherchez la femme. Flowers her eyes. With hungered flesh obscurely, he speaks most vilely of you to know that young Dixon who dressed that sting for me once. A pallid suetfaced young man polished his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and dress'd myself in such a deal of spleen, to be spoonfed first. Molly. Mackerel they called me. Just the place too. Charley Kavanagh used to call tepid paper stuck. To the right. He always walks outside the lampposts. My heart! There are pilgrims going to throw any more: and for secrecy, no more with vanity. Haunting face. Today. Phosphorus it must be done with. The thought that the other one Lizzie Twigg.

Thou wilt not tell me, at such a parley would I could get an introduction to professor Joly or learn up something about his family. His friends, if you have throats to answer them all.

Milly too rock oil and flour. Working tooth and jaw. Could whistle in his mind's eye.