#I LAIGHED TOO MUCH

[tekitothemagpie]

NOOOO

It's 4:20 AM

[hauntingblue]

ARCANE EPISODE 7!!!!

MY GOD I WASNT READY FOR ANY OF THIS!!! WHAT WAS THAT!!!

Also ekko wallpaper I got with my fries lmao

[anxious-witch]

So, my (likely very scrambled) gig report from Zagreb, 3rd of December 2024.

-First of all, @xianvar and @chibi-chellist it was so lovely to meet you yesterday, thank you for letting me hang out with you before the concert, you guys were amazing

-I think I experienced the gig in a way that others do for the first time. Exchanging bracelets, talking to people I didn't know before, meeting international friends...honestly it was so amazing, I totally get why people travel so much for these concerts

-also big thank you to @spockowhales for not only sticking with me but also laighing at my swooning during some part (and a shade for screaming "NOGE" into my ear, I laughed through half of the song because of it)

Okay, onto the actual concert

-there were less people than the last time, but it was easier to breathe so I am not complaining. And the atmosphere was amazing, I think the audience was pretty much on fire during "Šta bih ja" especially. Definitely a song that's even better irl

-Bojan wearing a shirt with Jure and Jure wearing a shirt with Bojan on it? Perfection. I loved it

-Kiki being called onto the stage because it was his birthday recently, and all of us singing "Happy birthday" to him in croatian and him blushing so hard, it was adorable

-Bojan saying "and now, our DJ Maček will play one song for us" cue Jure coming down with the radio playing Stephanie was SO hilarious

-also Jure was so flirty with everyone while he was there. Especially with Bojan but he went from one momeber of the band to the other and honestly? Good for him

-bonus points for when Nace got close to Jan and it seemed they were gonna have a moment but then-here comes Jure! Lemme in the middle, you guys are around each other all the time! 10/10

-someone in the audience holding a rose and a sign "a rose for a pick?" Bojan upon reading it, in a true himbo fashion, saying: "the rose's name is pick?" And when we all laughed and he REALIZED he laughed and gave them a pick. And then received another rose and said: "oh, lovely! But I don't have any picks left now!" But then Kiki came to the recue and gave him another, so that fan also got their pick

-I don't remember at which song this was, but someone threw male underwear at Bojan. He picked it up, laughed and put it on the mic stand and then later on his head. Bonus points because there were no bras thrown that night, only male underwear. Truly, the gays have taken over 😂

-during Lips, when Bojan sang "put your lips on mine" he got into Jan's personal space and Jan slightly induldged him before stepping back and Bojan laughed and kind of, pretnded to grap his face except he only grabbed air? Weird shennanings as always

-During Tokio, Jan and Nace spinning and running at the first part and then Kris and Nace doing the same thing as some weird 3 in 1 dance. Very cute

-UMK, Bojan saying at the beginning: "and here we have 5 people who want to sing today!" Then after 2 people sang saying: "now we have...5 more people left who want to sing!" cue my friend groaning in despair 😂

-korean version went hard tho

-loved how Nace and Jan immediately went to talk to one another when karaoke started. As my friend put it: "they need UM karaoke just so Jan and Nace can have a yap session"

-Bluza goes sooo hard live too, oh my god. The way you can feel the emotions of the song?? I was dead

-during Omamljeno Telo, Bojan either threw or spat water at Jan again(I couldn't see well, I am short), and then IMMEDIATELY Nace appeared next to Jan after 😂 (protective bf activated)

-I can't remember during which song was this, but at one point, Bojan caressed Jan's face and rhen went and did the same with Kris' arm and it looked like Kris was trying very hard not to laugh

-ofc, Novi Val beloved, with all of them together on the stage. Magical, as always, I have no further notes to share

I wasn't feeling too well afterwards so I wasn't there for the stamp event so someone else will have to relay the details of it, but yeah! It was absolutely amazing experience for me and thank you for everyone who was there to share it with me ❤️

[el-moscorrofio-y-el-mercachifle]

Hi

I have rewatched YSBLF several times and I'm not sure if it was just me but was Armando trying to hide and deny his deepening attraction for Betty, from Mario?

One instance was the day after he slept with her. Armando dropped Betty off at her house. He begged her not to end their affair, while he kissed her passionately. Afterwards he contacted Mario and updated him on getting his affair back on track. Part of the transcript below:

Armando: No. Just now, she proved how much she loves me and how she feels about me.

Mario: Really? Did you give each other lots of kisses?

Armando: Yes, Calderon. There were lots of kisses. So what? Cut it out.

Mario: Fine, but did you get the chance to use Adriana's photo as your source of inspiration?

Armando: Adriana's photo? What photo?

Mario: The one I put in your jacket, man.

Armando: *silence*

Mario: Did you use it or not?

Armando: *silence*

Mario: Mendoza, I asked you a question. Did you kiss Beatriz Pinzon without looking at Adriana's photo?

Armando: Hold on, let me look for it....I didn't know there was a photo here. Here it is. Here's Adrianita, man. *kisses photo* No, I didn't realise I had it with me.

Mario: What happened, then? How many whiskey drinks did you have before kissing her?

Armando: None, aside from the one I had at the office.

Mario: But that was not nearly enough to get the job done. Could it be that you're starting to enjoy those kisses?

Armando: Stop it, Calderon. That's enough. This is not easy for me. You know what? I'll talk to you tomorrow, bro.

Another time was the morning after Armando beat up Nicolas at Ines' house:

Mario: So you beat him up?

Armando: Oh Calderon, the guy left his car understand. He got in-between Betty and I. What did you want me to do?

Mario: But weren’t you telling me that you were trying to stop her from getting that car. What did you think that guy would do? Oh yes, a drunk boss comes by and insults his girlfriend. Well do tell me, where were you going to take Betty?

Armando: Its not what you're thinking Calderon. I saw her, with that guy and thought about that balance which she still hasn’t given to me. It's still not manipulated, I got nervous and worried. So I wanted to take her some place, so we could talk and resolve this matter. That was all that I was going to do.

Mario: Oh yes and try to seduce her if you could.

Armando: If I had to seduce her I would have.

Mario: Yes of course and you couldn’t support that that guy would be taking her. In that instant, you went crazy and beat him up.

He even admitted that he got a trill from beating up Nicolas.

I doubt Mario believed Armando. Was Mario trying to point out to his friend that he was becoming too emotionally involved with Betty?

*sorry that it's too long

Hiiii!!

Oh I ABSOLUTELY agree! He was totally trying to hide his feelings from Mario. Armando was pretty embarrassed about them, tbh. I don't fully blame him, because in the world he lives in and judging by the people closest to him and whose opinions matter to him, everyone was very disgusted by Betty. Even random people who saw her once felt the need to remind him of Betty's "ugliness", like that one model he talks to outside the Club when Betty goes there to give him some docs and he takes her back to Ecomoda. The model insinuates that Armando's taste has gone bad because he's with Betty. Armando at this point hasn't fallen for her, but that comment is the one of the many that eventually pile up.

Armando has seen, and very much participated in at the beginning, all the jokes and laighs about Betty's appearence and lack of "class." He knows how controversial it was to simply give her a JOB, imagine DATING her...

And Mario was pretty much the constant reminder of all that. He's Social Judgment personified. Most of his arguments always fall back on what would society say whenever they argue about this later on: he tells Armando many times "what would your parents think? What would Daniel and Marcela think? Imagine the horror, the shame!"

With Mario, Armando has a strange relationship of sorts of confidants but also not fully. He tries to be as honest as possible in a sense, because he needs the relief of talking it out with someone, and Mario is the only person who knows everything (everything regarding the fill situation of Ecomoda + how this relates to Betty + how chaotic his relationship with Marce is). At the same time, Mario is always mocking him, lacks empathy, and always reminds him of the social shame.

So in a way, Armando is both reluctant and desperate to tell everything to Mario.

Among this mess of contradictions, there's also the denial involved. Armando is genuinely confused about his feelings for Betty because they're very gradual and because he's never felt this way before, especially for someone whose appearence isn't particularly appealing to him.

So yeah! Armando is totally reluctant to share his feelings for Betty with Mario, although he doesn't fully understand them while also desperately needing to confide in someone!

Thank you for the question, sorry this took so long!

[unabashednightmarepizza]

After reading every blurb, one shot etc. from @radiant-reid, I can't help but imagine Spencer and a bubbly and friendly s/o.

Like, maybe she and Hotchner knew each other from before, like they started off as partners in crime together( he probably surprise adopted her at ine point with Haley) and are best friends and one day he just comes like "We have new people coming. Come with me and greet them." like a very demanding father whose child is insisting to not talk to her. relatives when they visit.

But s/o is so glad she did because wow, all these gorgeous people will work with us?🤔🙃And I'm finally blessed with beauty, elegance in all forms? 🥰💞🤩

S/o just takes a hold of Aaron's shoulder dramatically, bending slightly which makes the others worry but he already knows what's coming.

"How did you find all these gorgeous people? Pretty... So pretty and handsome- oh look! She is wearing the pink tone I love and a parrot necklace!" *aggressively shows Penelope with heart eyes, makes the woman suddenly shy and bashful because she never got complimented*

"Stop flirting with people, Y/N."

"When I see someone pretty, I need to appreciate God's work, Aaron."

*Aaron being done with y/n but still watches with a soft smile as she hugs everyone and welcomes them warmly.*

*The team being surprised since they didn't expect it but soakes it all up since Y/N is being a cutie*

*Y/N almost crying, having a slight meltdown when she hugged JJ and Emily because "Wow, I'm hugging two pretty women... 😭"*

Y/N almost hugging Penelope so thight that she was about to combust because all she felt was warmth and softness

Derek hugging her and ruffling her hair because damn, she is like a sister to him already with her bubbly and kind self.

"I'm so glad there are other people Aaron can finally annoy apart from me! He and his wife is always nagging me-"

"It's because you don't eat, kid. And We don't 'nag' you."

"Says the man who almost made me run extra laps because I didn't eat what his wife-"

*Y/N seeing Reid who was looking around shyly, quite unsure but turning to her when he felt a stare on his face* Uhm... Hi... I'm Spencer Reid...

*Y/N looks at him with a dazed look, sweet smile and glistening eyes that Aaron knew too well* "Y/N, no..."

"Y/N, yes... I found my new bestie! Look at him! So cute! And finally someone close to my age!" *later hugging him thightly and him feeling both emotional and awkward because he never felt this and he is all like 🥺🥺*

*Everyone being confused because he is a lil nerd and you are loving every second of it, even more when Hotchner lets out a sigh* "There she goes, adopting a new one... Just watch her do her magic now. You will not let her get away ever again."

*the team being confused even more but laighs as you excitedly show their desks and insist Spencer sits next to you because unlike others, you think he is so cool since he knows so much and his little facts are always so interesting*

Spencer just flushing and blushing madly since you don't sound fake and are genuinely so kind and welcoming, accepting of him that the boi literally falls in love in less than an hour and being teased by others for it.

But then, all of them falls in love with you when you came in with heavy boxes and shopping bags a few weeks later. Obviously late for the meeting and they expected Hotch to be angry but... he was just smirking knowingly, watching as you bounced up and down excitedly and was about to steal their hearts.

"So, before any of you says how late I am, I'd like to say that I had to do my usual welcoming party but I wasn't expecting any of you that day so... Firstly, here is all of your favourite drinks, snacks and meals for later... And Derek, your choice is so picky that I had to drive to the other part of the city, which is the reason why I'm late!" *Everyone widens their eyes as they see the mouth-watering meals they love while you bring the bags inside and clear your throat*

"Okay, okay... Derek, you said you wanted go to that one boxing match but was unable to do so since all the tickets were sold. Coincidentally, I know someone that works there and I was able to get you one, oh! And here is your new holster for your gun!" *proceeds to give it to him with a tiny dragonfly for luck.*

"JJ, I saw that you love scrabble a lot and also wristlets too, so I made a little charm for you alongside with an one year worth coupon for a Chinese take-out restaurant at the corner since you always gush about how amazing they do it!"

"Emily, I seriously didn't know what to get you at first, because you seemed like you don't enjoy jewelries that much but then I saw you looking at charms and playing scrabbles all the time too so I also made one charm with your initials into a keychain for you to use and got you the Lord of The Rings triology you have been wanting to have!"

"Oh, oh Garcia! I heard you were complaining how all the women's clothing were so dull and not like your style at all, wanting to have your dream dress at one point in your life... And remember I asked you to draw it? Welp, here it is! There may be some mistakes since I hadn't honed my skills in sewing and my friend helped me but I hope you like it and remember me whenever you wear them! I also got you matching jewelries too, and they are all bright colors, just as you like it!"

*Tries to catch her breath after talking for 10 minutes straight without breathing*

*Hotchner looks up and down at them as the first wobble of their lips could be seen, smirks as Garcia and JJ are the first ones to jump on you with tears because damn, no one ever loved them too much to notice all these details about them yet alone buying and making them*

"Oh wow, look at the little profiler here~" *Derek ruffling your hair to hide his own emotional eyes as you giggle, parting from them* "I've been working for like 4 years now but yeah-"

"Hey, kid. Are you not gonna show what you got for Spencer too?" *Aaron points out as you flush, your eyes beaming happily while getting out towards your car as Spencer looks confused and a lil bit hurt*

"I don't think Agent Y/N got me anythi-"

"I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED HOTCH BECAUSE-" *slams a huge box on her desk while other let out an audible wow* "I LOVE ALL THE THINGS I GOT HIM! I might as well go to a shopping now..."

*mumbles cutely as Reid's heart starts to beat harder and faster since... the box is huge and is that double chocolate and honey muffins he smells?*

"Firstly, here is your favourite coffee with lots of sweets just as you like it! And what coffee is good without some muffins next to it! I made two of your favourites, at least I think so since you always eat them, and just a heads up... I ate one because damn, did I do them so good!" *pushes them to his desk as he looks down at them with teary eyes because you spent your time doing something for him and up at you as you go on talking*

" Also here is one of the books you once mentioned reading, I think the historical one! That one was so hard to get and I had to follow you into the library you always go but I got distracted with how amazing it was... OH OH, AND I MADE YOU SOME CARDIGANS TOO! I noticed how you like wearing them and made them in your favourite colors! There are bow ties too! I had to hug you a lot of times to understand your body measures tho, I hope it was okay..."

"Then you mentioned you love pens of all kinds and I also bought some of the best ones I found and a notebook too... And the last is the best one!" *jumping in excitement*

"Hey Aaron, remember our hunt back in the national museum? And how the owner was so glad that he gave us free entrance for a year? NOW IT'S SPENCER'S, ISN'T THAT AMAZING! I expect you to bring me too since Aaron here or his wife doesn't enjoy me drowning them with sacred knowledge about the Ancient civilizations."

"Someone has a favourite, I see~" -Derek Morgan who is smiling like an idiot

"Oh please, since I kinda claimed him as my new best friend I had to do so. Besides, you are all my new friends too! Do you know how long I watched you..."

*Spencer slowly taking all of the items one by one as he looks at them, the cardigans being soft and comfy, his favourite muffins are still steaming and the pens... the pens were amazing!*

*Spencer looking at you as you wait for his approval with a smile, tilted head at him cutely and he does something he never did before: hugged you.*

"Thank you, Agent Y/L/N... You didn't have to..."

"Nonsense! You are my friend now, and you will feel it! And please call me Y/N!*gasps dramatically while turning to look at Hotch while still hugging Spencer who had a lovesick smile* "Can he sit next to me? Pleeeease!"

"Okay, okay he can...But you are not gonna sabotage his work- Who am I kidding?" *exasperated dad sighs as you pull him towards his new desk right next to you, excitedly telling him something*

"I bet my ass they are gonna get together in less than two weeks..."

Baby-girl 1: So... Mom basically called dibs on dad?

Baby-girl 2: And he wore cardigans? I KNEW THAT LOVE CAME FROM HIM!

Baby-girl 3: I want to be like mom so much...

Baby-girl 1: You did almost the same with your boyfriend in highschool 🤔🤔

Baby-girl 3: Yeah, I know...

Baby-girl 4: *baby noises*

*all the girls giggling as they continue to look at the photo Auntie Penny took at the first day where their parents are already looking at each other with love*

P.S: God knows all of them need a soft moment and someone loving them unconditionally.

P.S: How cute it would be if they sticked together for 16 seasons tho-

P.S: Am I too invested? Yes. Am I gonna write this? Yes.

*slowly writes it down on the wip*

[gabessquishytum]

Heyo, it's water spirit dream anon again. I feel like I should grab an emoji but tbh Im not sure what all's taken.

Speaking of I was very taken with the Hot mess Hob and Horny neighbor Dream au a while back, yknow the one where there's a fire alarm and Hob ends up outside in a towel? Good stuff. Well Ive just had my own very specific Yes And to add.

Hob and Dream have apparetments right next door to eachother, and thus have pretty close balconies. Well on day, Dream's pet (cat or raven as you prefer) hops onto Hob's balconey from Dream's, and no amount of coaxing will get them to jump back. Dream is very flustered thinking about Asking Hot Hob nextdoor to let him in so he can retrieve his Stupid Son, but he takes a deep breath and knocks on his door.

Hob answers in the smallest shorts he's ever seen and an apron, clearly embarrassed, and it's only getting worse when he realizes it's Dream of all people. He's been doing like 10 different chores, including laundry, and dream has caught him doing dishes. After some stammering, Dream asks Hob is he can get his pet off his balconey, and Hob rushes to go get the door bc Kitty!!! (Or birb?) And gives Dream a wonderful view of his mostly bare back and ass hanging out of his shorts.

If Raven, Hob opens the door and Matthew swoops in to land on Dream's shoulder, preening at his hair and shirt collar while Hob laighs in delight and calls him Beautiful. Matthew takes a cautious interest in Hob and Dream asks if he'd like to saw hello, and to hold out his arm, just don't pet him too much, it's bad for his feathers. He tentatively hops onto Hob's outstretched arm and says "Hello" in Dream's voice to him, being very friendly, before leaning in very close and making Hob nervous. Dream is very embarrassed to tell Hob that what Matthew wants is a kiss. Hob gives his head a little kiss and Matthew goes "Wow!" And swoops back to Dream. Look up Fable the raven on youtube, she's great!

If cat, Hob rushes to the balcony to make sure he hasn't jumped clean off the building and Dream rushes after to see Hob walk back in with a luxurious black cat draoed over his shoulders rubbing on him like no tomorrow. He's smilling and petting and kissing and Dream is Not jealous of his cat even if he would like to wrap around Hob's shoulders and be petted and kissed he's So not jealous. Hob walks them to the door, and when trying to get his cat back, the cat takes the tie of Hob's robe with him and leaves Hob basically naked in front of a Dream who's trying very hard to wrangle his cat and get him safely back to his apartment. It's so so tempting but Hob is Busy, and Dream needs to get his Son inside, and even though they'd both just love to jump into Hob's freshly made bed, they are alas victims of Bad Timing. Dream and Hob exchange an awkward goodbye in the hallway, and each go back to their days. Hob does he rest of his chores sinking furthur into the "God Shit it's Always a bad time when he's around! I'll never get to ask him out!" And Dream daydreams the rest of the day about Hob in a cute little apron, doing things around the house and doting on Dream with pets and kisses. ❤

And as a side note I am a firm Fucked Up Knee Hob Truther and with all that leggy on display, maybe Dream asks about it? Maybe offers to help Hob with stuff if he ever needs it, he's stronger than he looks, promise. And maybe Hob wants to rearrange his bedroom furniture? And ends up pinned to his askew bed by an indeed, stronger than he looks Dream.

Luv u mwuah

OOOO YES I always wanna talk about nearly naked, blushing and stammering Hob.

Hob kind of tends to lose track of his chores during the week, what with work and trying to have a social life. Laundry particularly tends to pile up, meaning that by Sunday he’s down to his very last items of clothing: tiny football shorts, SpongeBob socks… he does have a t-shirt but he was doing his meal prep and ended up spilling something all over himself (hence he is now shirtless. and wearing an apron, too little too late). The shorts are absolutely too small, he’s had them since he was 18 and still in his twink phase. So you better believe that Dream gets an EYEFUL when he comes to the door. Poor Hob is so embarrassed, particularly with his sore knee on display (he’s a lil bit insecure about it and he notices that Dream is staring, little does he know that it’s only made Dream fall for him even more).

The rescue of the birb/kitty cheers Hob right up though, and he forgets his almost nakedness. He peppers Dream’s runaway pet in kisses and cooes over them, gushing about how he really wants a pet but he works all day and it wouldn’t be fair to leave an animal alone, plus he’s often too sore to walk a dog or anything like that. Dream immediately offers Hob the opportunity for pet cuddles any time he wants (he’s almost like “you can cuddle me too” but he just stops himself at the last second). Pet cuddles are healing!!

They keep having awkward little meetings and then one evening Dream hears a knock on his door. Hob is there in baggy sweats and a hoodie, and he looks sad and tired. Dream invites him in straight away, and Hob explains that he’s in so much pain today and he really doesn’t want to be alone. Before he knows what’s happening he’s being ushered onto Dream’s sofa and he gets either a kitty on his lap or a Birb on his shoulder for comfort, and Dream immediately makes tea. Hob sheepishly explains that he tried to move furniture on his own and Dream gets this real mother hen expression. He promises to come over the next day and help out.

Next day happens to be chore day again and there’s Hob in his obscenely tiny shorts and a shirt with “my tits are up here” printed on the front. He’s also baked cookies (with frozen cookie dough, he admits, but Dream is no less charmed). They quickly get to work on the furniture and Dream takes great pleasure in demonstrating how strong he is!

Neither of them are quite sure how they end up sprawled together on the mattress. Dream is pretty sure that he just groped Hob’s chest as they both tumbled down. He is pretty sure that Hob was the first to lean in for a kiss, though.

It’s fair to say that the something does get rearranged, just not the furniture that Hob was expecting 😏 and Dream is very gentle with him… just not too gentle!

[laracrofted]

Since I don't party tonight, and just listens to music in my bed, I can write a Lil something!!!I will forget people and hate myself for it but 🫠 sometimes you have to jump and do it anyway

@sebsxphia : my love Seb, the kindest soul you can meet, always here to scream with you about everything obssessing us, always creating and most importantly always here for you ❤️

@bobfloydsbabe : it is universally known how much I love Helena, her stories, and her as a person. One of the pillar of the fandom, and a writer with a 🤌 vision 👌🏻 love you so much ❤️

@ryebecca honestly it's embarassing because everytime she posts moodboards, I find myself SCREAMING at how incredible they are. Her Disney serie was exceptionnal. ❤️

@sailor-aviator : i can't believe I only found and met Liz this year!! But I'm glad it happened because holy mother of God it' worth it!! She writes the Mermaid fic I always dreamed of writing with mates, connections... and her entire work is flawless. She has a no limit creativity (and I'm slightly jealous ahahah) (because she actually writes her ideas contrary to someone) (me) ❤️

@ohtobeleah : well, i wrote a very long comment about how her fics made me feel. But let's resume it: If I could write as she does, I'd be the happiest writer in the world. As fearlessly, efficienty and beautifully as she does. Yes I'm jealous too lol. (Also she has no chills, which I love.) ❤️

@roosterforme : i mean, let's be honest here: WE ALL read one of Emily's story!! I mean, Roo and Baby Girl are iconic at his point. I love how she constantly makes us addicted to her entire lore and how dedicated she is to us readers. ❤️

@gretagerwigsmuse : I mean, flawless writing, hilarious and adorable person, immaculate taste, what could you say more? Have a treat and go at Jordan's blog even if you very likely already follow her ❤️

@withahappyrefrain : for the evermore Peter Parker and Top Gun lover that I am, Abby is my queen. I LOVE her stories, I am invested in all of these, she knows how to make us laigh and cry. Plus, I'm an avid Lana fan. ❤️

@thedroneranger : Jay has helped this entire fandom to relieve their thirst!! (Or caused it with their fics, I don't know). The writings are incredibly steamy but never crude or gross. A perfect balance of emotion, sexy and entertaining. And her bartender concept is amazing!! ❤️

And you!! I am such a fan of your fics, your moodboards which are always perfect picked just right, the musical writings challenges?? Unmatched!! Thank you so much. ❤️

there are SO MANY other people I forgot, I'm sure of it but that's what my brain was able to produce tonight haha. But consider if I ever commented or reblogged your work, It went right to my heart and I love you dearly for it!! ! ❤️

ah, thank you so much for the love, i love seeing you in my notifications 🤍 have a happy new year!

end of the year positivity night 💌

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

haedcanoms ..... fro anyome yuo can thimkdj of 🙏🙏🙏🙏💥💯💯

this is gonna be. a big block of text. uve enabled me and now im gonna talk for forever. uh. :3333 (also a shit ton of my hcs are just me projecring shjt so.)

okayyyy uh. dave went to private school for like. 4 years. he didnt follow any rules and wouldve definitly gotten expelled ljke 2 weeks in but bro strider is. so fucking rich so he just payed to keep him kn. he still had to wear those stupid ass uniforms tho and now he absolutely hates wearing polo shirts. fuckinf despises them.

sollux??? massive h*r fan he makes a shit ton of uber obscure references that like no one gets but him and he makes liek anyone hes ever had a positive interaction with watch it. aradia also likes it bc he made it like impossible not to if youre close enough to him. he kinda got terezi in2 it and she really likes trogdor.ike REALLY likes trogdor.

speaking of aradia and sollux aradias like a massive goth music fan and they listen to that stuff together like all the time. he listens to more,,, mainstream ig stuff regularly but then aradia makes him listen to her entire collection whenever theyre together

Jane can speak french,,, shes not french or anything in thr SLIGHTEST but she learned it bc like. idk desserts are french sometimes. and she just randomly starts speaking french to be annoying n fuck with ppl. roxys learned a little bit from her so sometimes she does too but. rarely.

terezi sollux and feferi friendship 🙏🙏 thsyre so. important to me. i dont remember how much they imteract all together in canom ik jts at least once but... theyre literally a version of the primary colors please thsyrs so friedn group that youd think would hate eachother but they surprisingly dont

jane crochets also alongside baking. she makes people shit like. all the time and probably spends way too much on yarn. she does it while watching all those dumb sitcoms??? whatever theyte called (like parks and rec and arrwsted development and the good place. that stuff). she also sometimes hamgs out with rose and they crochet/knit together

dirk and roxy make like the most shitpost stupid meme references (more often roxy) and like no one else gets them or rreally finds them funny bc theyre all from like. 2009. or ehatever while roxy n dirk are from. the future (i forgot when and no im not lokking jt up) roxy especially has like. dumb tumblr humor and will say the weirdest shit and no one will get it except dirk

feferi sends sollux videos like "t)(is reely reminds me of you ♥️" and then its a 5 minute jerma laighing at car crashes compilation or some shit.

dave makes that type of music that either sounds like actual shit or really good depending on the person. like uber expirimental fucked up random sfx dumbest lyrics ever etc etc (idk how to describe it but like. if uve listened to like.... queef jerkey thats what im imagining)

if were imagining that quest for the missing spoon exists in homestuck (since the comics do, plus theres other stuff like movies and plushes) dirk definityly had the pepsi blue chilis centerfold cutout on his wall. i also think him and maybe roxy??? quote that shit like not even on purpose CONSTANTLY since it was such a big franchise. also i think itd be funny if people talked ab it like how they talk ab harry potter and shit like "oh my god im SUCH a geromy."

aradia plays cello. like this absolutely fucking massive one too thats like deep reddish wood and its heavy as hell and it shouldnt be feesibly possible for her to carry it around but she can skmehos??? and shes really fucking good too. she likes 2 play for fer friends n partners

feferi adores tmbg esp their earlier stuff but she likes it all. shes got a playlist of every single one of their songs she could get ahold of and badically only listesns to that one playlist. she also knows a shit ton about the band itself and knows fun facts about like every song and will NOT hesitate to infodump whenever something slightly related comes up in conversation.

sollux LOVES classic tetris hes extremely fucking good at it and knows how to do all the weird shit w/ the controller like hypertapping and rolling and honestly probably made up something new. he basically only plays past killscreen (he found an nes somehow and hacked jt to let him start anywhere) and is the type of guy to be like "Oh yeah thii2 2hiit2 ea2y here II'll giive you a begiinner level two." and then. start you at level 29.

i have more i think but i cant remember any besides like "__ is a fan of "__ !!!!!" bc i just live projecting my interests onto characters. again sorry for so many words um. ����

[mystery-salad]

2 and 3... for all the commanders hehe >:D

ALL OF THEM????? Hough *rolls up my sleeves*

2. Who among the canon "allies" does your commander most relate to?

- Laighe most relates to Caithe is many ways, from valiant to outcast who found a home away from the Dream.

- Matthias relates to Canach, though you will NEVER hear him admit that to anyone. Not even his partner.

- Ruan relates to Marjory, both canthan diaspora finding lives and purpose in their own ventures, wanting to reconnect with her heritage.

- Kai relates most to Canach, though the two got off on such a bad first foot they don't seek each other out to talk. It's a shame, but at least they've made peace.

- Hastigi relates to Rox. The two have had long conversations, figuring out where you fit...what a family away from home is for them both.

- Cora relates to Blish a lot now, the two spend time together away from the judgement of those who might go off of how they look instead of how they feel inside.

- Taomesin relates very little to any of them, but mostly they'd relate to Gorrik in a way. In over their heads, sure of themselves until things go wrong. Getting over some rough situations.

- Joel relates to Taimi, two rash delinquents of a sort with an issue with authority and needing to be heard.

- Vuisce doesn't know the canon team but if they did, they'd relate to Gorrik! Honestly they'd be two peas in a pod~

- Roibird connects deeply with Taimi, two tinkerers having a grand old time!

- Roi has only known everyone since EoD, but of that team she can have long conversations with Caithe...

- Cara doesn't relate to any of them, such a fucking bitch that they are. If you said it they'd kill you, but they'd relate well to Canach if they were nicer about it.

- Call relates to Braham! The two became such steadfast friends who can talk long into the night.

- Trella and Gorrik have lots to talk about, but even moreso she would connect with Blish.

- Mai Trin connects to Canach, for many obvious reasons lmao

- Quaille relates to Caithe. The sense of duty, of martyrdom and doing things yourself, reaching for help but not finding the kind you need most of the time.

- Marta relates to Braham on a deep level, they're both trying to put some things right.

- Riagain relates to Canach, two thorny besties inside and out.

- Leaf doesn't know the team well at all yet, and just crashed in as of SotO, but they'll grow to relate to Kasmeer quite a bit I think.

- Stixx is the most WIP commander I have right now...I think with time they'll end up actually relating most to Aurene.

3. Who among the canon "allies" does your commander dislike the most?

- Laighe does not like Rytlock. He is no longer an ally, Crecia has fully replaced him.

- Matthias also doesn't like rytlock, grudge for the whole releasing a god that killed him thing.

- Ruan isn't a fan of Joon, rubs them the wrong way...

- Kai hates pretty much all legion charr teammates, though she begrudgingly came around on Rox after some major pushing from the team. It helped that she eventually swapped from legion to olmakhan.

- Hastigi doesn't like Gorrik, too methodical and by the book.

- Cora isn't a fan of Rytlock, especially after her big physical change. The guy just doesn't seem very chill with differences.

- Taomesin does not really like anyone on the team much, they're a loner and prefer it that way now. Taimi is way too high energy for them though.

- Joel didn't even bring rytlock on the team once Rox was on, no authority figures.

- Vuisce again doesn't really know any of them, but if they did know the canon team they'd clash the most with Marjory. The two are both very stubborn on how things should be done.

- Roibird clashed with Kas and Jory a lot, they don't wish each other any ill will they just have a lot of differing views.

- Roi clashed with Joon a ton lmao

- Cara clashes with everyone but ESPECIALLY Caithe, the two are enemies to the core.

- Call does not like Gorrik much. She's nice to him, and goes along with things, but she doesn't casually hang out with him.

- Trella stays far from Caithe, and most sylvari. Hilariously, not for the reason you'd think! She's seen too many die and thinks they're too self sacrificing.

- Mai Trin and Kasmeer clash a lot after how much Marjory went through in the fight against Scarlet.

- Quaille does not like Taimi, little twerp who keeps trying to find loopholes around what needs to just be done.

- Marta would like to stay 50000000 feet away from Canach if possible, never really got over the harm he'd been doing in bloodtide coast. His heart was in the right place but his actions were wrong.

- Riagain would dropkick Rytlock if he shows his face again.

- Leaf doesn't know any of them well enough for strong judgements yet, but I think Gorrik is gonna come on really strong for them.

- Stixx I'm still developing but they and Kasmeer aren't gonna get along at all I don't think.

[abiiors]

Slow footsteps, purposeful and loud approach my bedroom door, and then stop right before it. He's waiting, like an old ritual, a secret rite, for me to open the door and welcome him in. He remains silent until that time, not even his voice entering my small space without permission, not on days like this.

"Come in"

Huddled beneath my duvet, record player repeating ok computer over and over, an endless loop of human misery. He shuffles in and takes note of the room, the messy desk space with at least 4 cups, the laundry hamper tipped on uts side and the papers that had clung to my wall ripped down.

"What happened?"

That question. Always that question. And always the same answer

"Don't know"

Watching him carefully from beneath my cuddly prison, eyes perring over the edge when he starts to pick up papers, observe them and put them back on the wall. Astonishingly he puts them back exactly as they were, one by one painstakingly slow,

"You know Adam was talking about the new riff you learned. Said he was well impressed"

"Mmm" a disinterested hum, well that's a lie, I was very interested really, but I couldn't bring myself to express that. Not right now.

Watching as he places the final few papers, photos and frames on the wall. Exactly as they had been before,

"How did you--"

"You don't think I remember these things?"

Why would I? What reason could he possibly have to remember the layout of my bedroom and the frivolous decor that littered it like leaves on the forest floor.

"No, why would you?" Spoken with sass, maybe too much, it was effort, but I wanted to make a point, to show how weird I thought that was

"It's little bits of you, your room, so of course I have it memorised"

I want to cry, to hug him, to express how much that moment means to me, but I can't, because in 17 locking myself in my room and hes 18 picking up the pieces.

Bundling clothes back into the laundry hamper he organises organises while he does, sat crisscross applesauce on the wooden slats, folding them carefully and inspecting each for holes,

"Ya know, you nicked a few of these from me"

Hes holding up an old flannel, soft and warm, he had leant it to me maybe 2 years ago one day, cold in the snow I hadn't brought a coat (because I didn't own one) and so he had run inside to bundle me up in something. I forgot to give it back but when I found it again I decided to keep it. To wear it when I wanted to be held.

"Might have to reclaim them-"

"No. Mine now"

"Is that so?" Looking back at me, I barely see the smirk on his face before I duck back beneath my covers, unwilling to show myself.

"Mhm"

"Well alright then. Consider them yours"

"Already did"

He laughs. He ctually laughs. Amidst the pit of misery my room has become his laigh rings clear unstifled by the smothering air of depression I had been living under.

Moving to stand again, dusting himself off and looking around, eyes landing on the desk. Long strides towards it, hand sresting on the back of the chair, looking over the various clutter

"Dostoevesky? Bit cliche"

"It's not"

"It really is, no more of this for you"

Pulling the book from the desk and waving ut about,

"Frankly I think I might bin it."

"Dont"

"Make me"

I don't even realise I'm up until he grinning down at me from his position, pinned to my desk. Snatching the book from his hands. But he doesn't seem to care, letting his hands fall to my forearms, steadying me as the realisation hits me that this has all been an elaborate ploy.

"Got you up didn't I?"

"Your a prick"

"A prick that loves you. As your best friend it is my duty to annoy you out of depression" pulling me closer, cheek smushed to his chest, and I let my arms wrap around him,

"It's going to be ok sweetheart" Pressing a tender kiss to the top of my head, swaying gently

"Let's get you dressed yeah?"

"But I don't know what to wear"

"Luck for you, I'm a style icon" as much as I wanted to laugh at the way he says it, I do really think he is "ill do pick for you, all you have to pick is what I'm making you for breakfast"

I think this is one of the best ones I have been sent! Seriously :((( I love it so much oh my god ❤️

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

Hey pookie😝 YOU DESERVE THAT 500 MWAH MWAH MWAH could u do a dick Grayson fmk?? Yk I am a downright SLUT for him like give me 5 minutes in a room alone and someone’s coming out pregnant (it’s not gonna be me) ((ignore that last part I was feelin silly))

alec there is some much happening in this one long sentence that i had to clarify if i was reading this correctly. but anything for the best editor/proofreader in the world!!!!!

ok i’m not too sure how to do this. i think i’m gonna only do animation dick grayson.

so (damn i feel like i’m gonna be judge a bit) i’m gonna kill… DCAU dick grayson cause he gives such man whore vibes i cant! (also not my fave design wise)

i’m gonna kiss… i think i’m gonna kiss (sorry i cant kill him i just can’t) teen titans robin. like damn i love love love HIM SO MUCH!!!!!

but also yj dick grayson takes the cake (I LOVE HIS LAIGH SO FUCKING MUCH ANS THERES JUST SOME EXTRA HUMPH TO HIM) so i’m gonna marry him. I NEED A SEASON 1.5 I CANT STAND THAT 5 YEAR SKIP!!!!!

and honestly comics dick grayson can go into any categories based on the issue/writer (i missed harley quinn dick and titans dick…)

update: HQ dick grayson kill (sorry) and fuck Titans dick (i’m a fucking mess)

[spookyserenades]

JOON'S WORDS IN THE LAST CHAPTER HURT OKAY? Damn, I was even shocked at how brutal that man was. I hope he's very guilty about what he said (I laighed at JK saying NJ reeked of guilt). And Tae intervening was chef's kiss. I know the Reader hated that violence was used but I can't help but think how things would have gone if no fight had gone down. I can't wait to hear more about all the hybrids pasts...

AND THE SCENTING WITH JK!!!!!???!!! my guy fr said "you like the pain" and then scented her??? I'm seriously loving how the characters are developing at a realistic pace and not a whole bunch of details thrown at us. I pray Tae doesn't get sent away and Reader gets in trouble/the hybrids are sent away. Their bond is getting better and I love it.

Super excited for the next update! Thank you for delivering as per usual. 🤍

JOON WAS SUCH A MEANIE IN THIS CHAPTER GJDKLSSA Someone had to turn up the angst in this update, and it happened to be his turn! Jimin, as well as his report on the hybrid database, speculated that Namjoon may have grown up in the wilderness-- perhaps this is why he was unable to control his rage, or consider the fact that his words can really cause some damage? 🤔 He definitely felt that instant regret as soon as Jeongguk managed to drag him outside and cool him down, we'll see how MC handles the damage control with him in the next update. MC certainly didn't approve of the violence between Tae and Namjoon, even though Tae was trying to defend her-- thank goodness for the other hybrids in the home who broke up the fight! Tae and Joon are the two strongest of the hybrids, so it would have been impossible for MC to break up that altercation by herself.

I'm so excited to delve into all of the hybrid's pasts!! I'm trying my best to do it little by little so I don't overwhelm you all with details and too much information to process at once. This update, we got a lot of background on Tae, and a bit on Hoseok! They all have complicated backstories, so there's lots to cover in future story arcs that I'm really excited to write and share with you! 🤐

FFHDJKGHDSGH JEONGGUK'S SCENTING SCENE WAS SO HORNY LMAO 💀 Part of the reason I made it so feral was to clock my bestie who beta reads Trouvaille; one of her biases is Jeongguk and I wanted to make her sweat LOL. 🤭 But on a more serious note, Jeongguk is the only hybrid out of the seven that's a prey hybrid, but I didn't want that to necessarily mean that he wouldn't be any less aggressive than the rest of his edgy personality.... with some of the things he said to her in this scene, the way he acted-- his cockiness, for example, definitely shone through! (I was sweating writing it, and I'm not even JK biased LOL)

I'm so so happy that you are enjoying the pace of the story so far and things are unfolding naturally for you. 💖💗 Especially since Trouvaille is a slow burn, that is comforting to hear! Tae's backstory is important to the overarching plot and a later arc, so we'll be returning to it; that's why I've revealed his past sooner in the story than any of the others, for foreshadowing! However, all the hybrids seem to be warming up to MC well... I'm glad you're enjoying their budding relationships!

Thank you so so much for reading this update and sending love my way!! I cannot wait to share more with you, and I'm grateful that you've followed Trouvaille so far and have enjoyed it! 🥰🥰

[thedimlaltain]

An Unsent Letter AND A Romance that Never Will Be

Dearest Caps,

Do you know I've sung love songs about you? You make me giggle like a stupid mess. Every couple of days, I develop a crush on you, that feels very new, but isn't.

This is a joyful letter. Do you know you're so fucking cute! Cats aren't supposed to be cute; how the fuck did you manage that. A close second to my favourite nephew. I feel so jumpy when you pull my legs. I don't even want to retaliate at that.

[This is a para in Hindi, basically lines in praise of her beauty, smile and laughter.] Arre, yeh toh badi jaldi khatam ho gaya. Mujhe toh laga tha lamba chalega. Meh, kya karein, itni hi acchayiyyan hai tujhmein. Teri smile kitni bekar hai pata hai? Aur teri hansi toh aur bhi ghatiya hai, tujhe hansta dekhkar saara mood kharab ho jata hai. Airport the jab tu mujhe lene aayi thi, pink plazzos, black kurti aur woh jhumke. Main toh shock mein chali gayi thi kuch seconds ke liye, bhoot dikh gaya ho jaise. I was so stunned -- activated the "what's the procedure" meme inside me.

I told you no, that I now officially identify as a liquid, well that's coz I melt when you're around. I melt looking at your pictures. I joke that I hope I don't evaporate coz that'd make me gender gaseous(this one is a stolen joke)!

You make me laugh and I like making you laugh, And I don't know whether our sense of humour matches or what but it's fun with you. Laughter is really essential to my being, as essential as finding or recognising or seeing beauty is. And I think having things light heared, to be able to have these moments, share these moments is nice. I think I'll get fed up of a friendship or a romance and get claustrophobic where there's little space and scope for sharing laughs.

When you pick up your phone to click my photo, I sink my face in my hand, "arre!” you say! Ab I wish I could explain to you, I feel nervous and shy and the butterflies start to kick in. Because when you pick up your phone, I KNOW that you are seeing me, AND I feel scared that you’ll see through me. That you’ll see in my eyes, the words that I try so hard to bury. So I hide my face, and in that I hide “Oh my god, I love you so much Capsey.”

Dil toh yahi chahta ahi ki table doosre chor par baith kar tumhari aankhon mein kho jaun [the heart just wants to sit across the table and get lost in your eyes.] I want to look in your eyes and see what they entail, what they have to tell. I want us to look into each other's eyes if that's what you want too. If and only if. I don't think friends do this, if this is what romance is, then be it. OR perhaps I;m romanticising eyes and weirdly staring into eyes too much, in which case, well! We have another thing to laigh about. And you can make fun of my cheese and bollywood. I wish I could ask you out on a date, I wish I could say, "I love you" to you sometimes. I LOVE YOU, you know. I want to flirt with you, and I want to let myself enjoy it. I want us to flirt with each other.

I feel bad, guilty for wriitng things I want from you. It feels selfish. But I want to be honest. It is what it is. Don't wanna hide it. Not from myself at the very least. From you, I probably will. I often find myself second guessing what to say to you. Consciously trying to decide whether what I say lies on this OR that side of the boundary. Whether I'll end up saying something overtly sexual or whether what I'll say is too "loving", as in the langauge makes you uncomfy or whether what I'll say will occupy too much space. I want to not second guess a lot of these times. I want some of these boundaries to disappear.

I am not exactly sure what romance is. You read a lot, nothing I'd say will be as poetic or as romantic as some of the things you've read. I'm not a poet, I'm a lover. I wish for us to find or make our own romance together. One that may or may not be in the books but it won't matter because it's ours. I so dearly want to find out with you what our romance could be.

I want to see the sparkle in your eyes when you come across something interesting, and when you find beauty and meaning and music and depth. And I want to bring hot water bags when your hands hurt from drawing. And cook halwa when you're cranky. You can be as cranky as you want. You don't have to hold it in.

For saying all of these wants, I know my hope isn't hope, but delusion rather.

And so, I just want to say, You take away cynicism from my life, and you know how cynical I am. You opened your arms and took me in and embraced me. I am so very grateful for that. I can't stop admiring how actively you live your life, how you take initiatives. I see that whatever you seek, you try to create and be part of processes that help you experience it. You don't yearn for what you seek, you live it. Everyday. You're so so kind. And authentic. And you create spaces so that people can be their authentic selves. How unafraid and unapologetic you are. I will forever be in gratitude for coming across you, and definitely in awe of you.

I love you.

[libidomechanica]

“Too busy, repeat both the stood before you could”

A sonnet sequence

               1

Besides alas! Now is thy let the spring, and state: wherein my left the marmalade, t’ appear, no lesse sorrow after dear virtue high—which in other give. If I could you lov’st no defence from the marriage, black night which is some the skies; in a wakeful doze I sorrowed from the hazel braes, delight? Yet unemploy his indulgence to hue, bewitching pale streames but a voice and bearing. How he hirples there. Hour! She steady to repeat. Too busy, repeat both the stood before you could example where, which never people, and younglings, the leaning did she alone.

               2

The temperate loved, remained among the clown, the nights have gone at once esteem’d, when gusts shame, auise there: not as one night I was wits; while laigh despise thee, ’ she soot that which joyes above, we are two names I picked the pine; but our woman-built, came in his woe. Hums and Wilberforce: the truth so raft vs of our clime! And snicker, and a dewy locks, who love upon foot was siluer soul, the embosom’d grieved, the day I met wi’ a crazy auld man! I say Stellas name, and known, dead to be as thou didst implore than the thorn, when some surmounted she best press her time I see the far-off bell.

               3

To sullen thus, o pious, and so high? Makes me a newe is vpryst from Fingers; pour thy solitude, and shower, not her feet sent out one man; so celebrated foode, hey ho grace no doubt, after year, David! A woman labour. I look at you thus? That as no opening to the same! Might lay they say of our ale till I take: for the wood’s boldness of thy rays! Opening to relieves itself. I can lovely, the ill omens of times less form revolving into thee: ah Christ, the loth tormenting ears, idle tear, from men abide, the Of shining hands, whom at your bitterly.

               4

Who else, none, or future clay,—to me; taking, and full forgoer to thee. Seems I feele most since find it of a new, in patterns on an English green, your barns will speaking, and he can endured to come, as this that spendthrift, our feeling griefe: then bow downe the plot: we are for my embalming, all sweete, alack, and Loue doth sleepe doe closing slowly, by degree, that shott, that blessed all around; one grief he bent on my Belovéd; gaze, till in hand, tost on the world, but had the shining much. One in the craik amang; while the milky way, suffer tyranniseth this sowre-breath, and here will be true?

               5

So long life to bear; so did tipple wine from it half comments shell, yet, Dianeme, now! How supremest need red and we be separate without: the better, and which? Then listneth eche flushed us, down, down! Fit to keep the world for you the lecture, that hypothesis of thou upon the Crampe thy full perfection in his arms and he’s doylt and fells it then his anger most command, throne, are in his wife weans. Some this distress of forty’s sovereign eye, round at least whistles from the twilight arise; come away, come, my boys, come let all my fire the moment gainsay that moral lesson’ they have his longer that black is false Art what the fall i’d brush the eyes the wealthiest; shut out, alas, does running, not making her say, where Mercy, Love there fixt like a city sack of groceries, Love died; for her lion’s o’er-brimm’d their youth, but this love. Grey church on the by, where are you adore. So much.

               6

For you shalt ycrouned be in Colin Clout rafte me for siller an’ lan’! Till I say at first—light observe his, by the gorge. Thee so wonder, Do I dare? Besides that is not room for the sun far bright of the same praises are you have what I came would cram our sails, and say, is lying South, fly to you, soon, alas! The many a glories and then man, this woods are you the good we are two distinguish, what, is not always promove: for a hundred a lady, who wore than the highest with a becke, so you bitter than living like the supreme authorized behold, waiting in the South.

               7

Or eighty, hath will tell you; with Molly Bloom and around whiskers, he had seen thee see thy mournful rise amongst the bouncing eye; but know the words; and how sudden sun: we took it of all you now? Doth lap, nay lets, into the urge to her, I do love just a stakes so much—to give is pregnant pot There, would bewray a wanton stream, command you had run dry. Our elbows: on a hill sees the only wild woddes my way. In loving time befall some boy and of Holofernes peeped and darkened each side in such too bounteous, but whether as if it be at changes like and for you thus?

               8

Like Russians rushing on my friendship which of glory, the bumblebee visit our owne false fire is the time and should change one eludes, must quicker, and what a youngling seas mine, each cup’s worthiest; shut out, and still a little smart did grate thy brood aboue. By black gowns, court, and seem to tell her to reach—tho’ lost hearts up, dear! That bred up to Dunse, to wayle my flocke and than what she heaven had his morning say, See what I meant too. Though all they that wretched; hopeless, broke? And the glades’ colonnades, how blest thou bestowes serues the them worth and make them passionate ballad that harvest reap, at the Dust of the basement wet under the clown, the Swallow jinkin’ round which to ear o’erflowed his visage hide, by star, and hit me running to goe away: but a’ the Polish mind or body grieved—to slacke, which neede no more they bore up individe there was so fairest wits doings hour.

               9

Shorter a sort of the red flower anchored ones there is soon distresses reckon up those cursed be movèd; many for many- tinkling flames which growes neere they grieve and harmony her knew; and now that I by the evenings and saw. Long lanes of the day I said, Alas! Say, where every lineament and fetes, and creeds that serve; and haps me her longing town; and tender him ten leap, and shott, that my Perilla, after the clash of a song of the Society, that hidden in detail made here he staineth. To make a rout, may be the possibilities can you mine. Because it!

               10

Flash the voices wanted as I writes. Upon politics run glibber always to be supplied, beginnes to ride with the blisse which thy work and fate? I pursued, a woman is the Sun upon thy face. This is gone over all, then in shadow fleet; she strength to make me to pitied her eye? Not the mortal light of time when my Jeffrey held him a goodly will not preserve thee? Wo to mend you pleasant plac’d such but soon absolvèd; if to feel! And indecisions of the scrolls together? Ye gods, that will worth of being love depend on me, that much. This, folly, age and wisely maid.

               11

Waite vpon a table; let me go with flourish! For only an angels, after from my wish you shalt make you spoken, but adultery, but should I love like them selues thy faith is done answers that they were squeez’d from a recurrents kiss Still she bore; new object is morals are alike, but bind it off; for chast, and pain as if to feel it sternest, as if all the Bondage of the pairtrick whirring a pillow or that I meanest flower as if it do, not all love affairs until they’re over be desires. Escape as Nature swelling eye; but left me but glimpse of my love!

               12

And tumbled on the muse! And dashing from thee sister, or hoard with a dumb look not one to appear in its lay hidden mystery of beauty make in my cell of such peace by night, you would pipe and still these moral leper, I, to waste in Armes he sweet, whose lips, as what we escape as Nature now I mean this night night, teaching household yon breath’d mate in Armes he sweet passed the horrible falling. Altar of every clever, and to mee, and having tact as well apart cleft from the right—It’s a word though thou leave thunder the soul is dark invested as I may be for a hundred.

               13

And if we misers might not as brittle dancing cherubs play, forget thee; how small talk, ending session at her vice triumphant spring hazel shell, I am tired in the Garden pomp and state and in her bosom, O faith, my Mary, across that may be saved the silly create the sea together; ambitious as it can finds, that—but my bosom-friendly sheet which quarrel tilts, yclept the lamps&I’ll let yours are wont to a great city sacked; melissa: trust. In a wakeful doze I sought availed, some pale, all the shoreward—an act of such pow’r before the horse ain’t success, If indeed: nine times should be above the face, in the end where the gorge dimensions of touch thy breast enthrone— but must not what their manhood; dying off a shot from hue to eat a gentle cloud, the breast enthrone, and lofty cedar tree was half a spurn’d of Royal Augury was no one else.

               14

Depend on praise is due, onely air. You are your corn at they of heart more glowing with Dians wings, or word or act; unless can invade, and ev’ry life without regarding, with the very body grieve them riding coronets are two resplendid sip, and ouer thing body would rather away. Wad make lovesick lendeth. Flashing storm: has foundations of the many people say, I do beseech thee his full of lost lamb she points as the red-breast, surcharg’d, to go wrong … I move about! Of speculation; or Paradise, for our death the porch swing and twitter bleat from mass returned.

               15

The front of death from one return, he crime you to pass in thy turn this that Lady Pinchbeck was her their rivers. Is gone not only time now each do I accusals, such passion sunk, the cool and thee speak the awkward them night in the larks on wing, her by this night, where, too engulfed as I am? She smiled, and that have smile, nor other, for then with music, at whose cheere, yet still cries in my heavy wither, as I can’t form improvement to begin accuse them all: and yell: Get out other in the patching the cast in flower. But in fact, we’re tapers with patient look of heart did beam.

               16

And swallow, thou art Being a youngling worse from bedde, or two upon our lover, and were away. Through the sky like toes. Say the peasant valleys, ye nymphs which is heart had before me shouldst prove those with mine competition; or Paradise, for me? With wrath been worse-confounder’d at, then absent, but this tries and obedience brass will tell her hand, which wrapt in what you wrong is more cruelty in this anger reddens over your fixed place no wit cannot be than duty, learn thine as thy prayer; heavens you loved you began to travail thorow all time? But bowe and merrily roar?

               17

Desire shade, in which did pass form in table of the Night is obsolete. Its me to the days that sweetly endite; these dark invested as my crime young bride, that follow, such pow’r before that black hair damp from myself, so longed to the conscious gums are all richly are valves you take thy branches the bound, mongst rose and epistemology, fine bed too, vs in this page, Yes. Whose confide, they but prophesy your yrksome still all once free the place, would lord you. But in these valleys. The light. Who, by that you may give forfeited. To pick up and pretty babes to bend hit me rue it.

               18

Singing my sad climate, can never could not believe her fault curst, so, grate her for the mourning of such a Solitude conceal the first—light me your cold, mercurial or sedate, I do, yet I stack by him. Observer in the weddings made, what famine was any, we knew your Lesson is far, far too small see numbering session, ’ Lady Psyche fluorescent flicker, for a medicated music, my body grieve, as this I stack by him? Without be rich and strike up and they are, that marital advice, but I’m relapsing if any time now. And such a dirty rat.

               19

And with so raft vs of old Parnassus be, which increase, I neuer shake handy at making then will reverend love, by winds but at gates of touch on all fair sweets all I part us! Are like a song of my cure, do you resistinguish me! In verse have know, besides that black, bracelesse cryes, which in full of praise is duer untimely drawn thy sacred rites vnfit. She held rustle: at once every land? That thou art or else desires. As the luminous passed serene air pure immortal eyes best, of sweetner art to such blisse, lasted on her the must, I thinkes you do not there.

               20

Alas, poor souls are clichés. Till the wild figtree split their first you stooped to bend with art sick. The shade of this pomp is cool against my aching head, and high up those lot of thy full of a turtle. At me so deem’d so well finde no eloquence could everybody sees the next, like slaue-borne in thee; nor fear: six thousand the full, a rib, a pelvis, is it then stood with spongy clouds around; where quite belovèd, and shafts, his quiver, at the human, who have never noticed your own into the breath our roots, bark, we are false foul breathing thus: you had your mist: curst be the virtue, not for me.

               21

The parson, we’ll build up to the days it with Dians wings, after year, David, you silent gulf between their wills counts hour. Till improvement was that sweet perhaps the corners of your crown upon the her spellbound up the door; so did heavenly alchemy; anon permit then me? Of friend, a rigid guardians blamed shall their call, came a multitude conceal than at they will buy me a nexus breaking; From the shore, till the wore, she her fitted for men who—though I have wound, not have for only midnight, somewhere shut, and will not back? Beasts, vegetables, that my voice pealing up the abyss.

               22

Is hear; and her auburn hairst, I shure wi’ him. She, who has not hymns, all ornament, in tractable of waste become. For, lost Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly threescore, and shed alone. In praises, for this way! Then stood with eyes give the manners of the courts’ and camps’ be quite after than t’ other&father loves. And I feared to plaining music: ’ and out, ’-for weary of some red, she cloud, above, and that I forget his winter taught its which should wishes. This day thoughts that year where nis sike a iudge this taste to mountains of his arte. With half so kind, gave sad attends.

               23

The air and cried she liefest bountiful old rhymes not the royalty was once I did not be surprised an into a friendly sheep, leaf and play jungle louder, confirmed, and strike off play, he flies instead of casque, a cap of days it with all the winds and suppose, made for truckers, houses; he had her and hear men who—though still as solemn as unpleasantly awake with Absál he said. Vegetable place, Timbuctoo, when all my last fly to keep me constrained a person of several part my little girls which, with their own lasts in full of her green, your beauty is but approve, blue.

               24

On prey, rose each day, for sinfull deed; and cherry-isle, which was boundless sickness. Love and burn. Who, by the fall: above, and they repented time, and then I there his broken- hearted up by precontract your brother puir Jenny for your yrksome yellow smoke on the eleven slow shuffling nest doth lap, nay lets, into a scrape, but none at once that virtue meet. And prettie death decrees I, forc’d, agreed Willye, when rocks throwing that she died. For sithens is both with my day is graunted. Till procreation, her praise the swift proceed, till the air, to him those while I run repented to dress.

               25

And triumphant spring appeared not; I love forfeited. The Consul was I forst to yielded to show of mount the other she peered from Heaven’s messenger of an evenings gainst his startled and in the general sensation with the air, to hang on a grave; here but in your pious, and so fast, the city, and the Wound out then? Do I dare? In pity one travell’d, I have waste become. I mean not to the house, to soothes the restrain. Now reign—back the shore: freezing. Give salutation, and lik’d but dust and closer to the strange as is needed: in fairnesse plants, trunks, foliage, and blewe.

               26

With her sobs, melissa: trust me, as did often I get a glimpse of the maintaineth; suns of them, and fine more to a stake out that held herds spontaneous as anything the should always? Comes a general evil they drives, and praise, together it becomes nearby to her lottery. You lying closest torn out. Who refusals and swears told: there dwell therefore you? To learn thine eyes. Their way against my chaster now. One on fire, that one day come: if not quite new, that wish, I wish to begin? And gracious laws, in the next Heaven! One sight of such at evening as solemn as unpleasaunt springs have never calmly flows the the linnet pours is the deep, where great city sacked; melissa: trust. Of those talent, does wear, my carrot, my Heart, that did she used to confess, that extend that in you in a minute. What won you all of the rest, recline. Mortal serenely wither.

               27

The uncertain the women kick again. My very cells.—He country’s very walls, and arms I put my Julia’s waist, and your silent ears they slept into the mead so chilling Fame did matchless was as malignant hastily together i’ll crossing astray, the welkin this heart and balls and pain, all matches—all meet; she casement to thee to mee: no, no, my Dearest, that you see her head across these virtues raised, but farthing appeared each have help’d out here flowers for fear: six thousand known a dozen. Of hand, tost on the honourable and heart, and days of hot or conquest got.

               28

Were in welth, she country merry heart more. And far as remember? How rare in a servants will promise of those through with you, whom she wild! It is a death’s second selfe did feele: but thy obiect so imbrace. And every degree, that beauty can love swears told: not lived and deeply plane, imagining at ever store oft amid their triumphs and now to gloom; up the loth torn, in vowing and dumplin burn to pot, burn to pot, burn to prove, wherefore he went up the already, knowing news of better to the ethereal spirit that flicker, and laugh’d sweete, for your servants, wrong.

               29

She, who can her loudly she did the ravish’d gentle rivers. Paulo Majora. And weep, and we drown. Old England: old England, and fighter that way, this frequence, beautie thy fellowship I need. And surmise regard, tho’ the young manured by him. Who else, none had: els had not kills with taper? On the blissful couples huddled in their guardians blame: sweete reward—an act of all thine. Silence between pity in that visions or nipple; paps trace up the same, and clouds and care but fell. Roll in reign eye, numberless, dumb till both use and grace, or like glittering desperanza’s Gavel.

               30

The kingdoms of music, the paths on, which the after than land, thoughts and ouer things rare endow’d she bee hums and myself must the temple warre: where t is Matrimony. But half without layer of feeding out his mind. ’Wares his instead with thy flight the clown, till we miserable, opening to be drowned, thought a crime accurst; as beauty hold up the sky like maternal book; and, if the clouted level with shiny promise of its prince; no doubt I shall approve, and the pleasure and the window and the moment perfumèd garments; let be the zero vector exist with a nervous twitch.

               31

Go, love, Mercy has a speak, but, utterably vain, a mortal serenades. And all but freely composed lets that the barbarians, grosser thank you, thoughts that is obsolete. Where all virtuous men, which we can Willye, when ye lyst, ye iolly she said, merely shepheards gladde with noise; her void since the many for the Smithfield Show of vestals brought of entry. Not one dreamt of light to my flocke and tell her, I do store, hey ho the heartbroken faith, my Pegasus to the manna fall. All around; where your right and scorning, or there is lost, for the happy’as I could most; for carriage?

               32

Some one and beauty is but our brow burn like sunny lane some bene ioynted angels, which Nature declar’d that novels, lovely, the best, of hands. You take a round, feed it more wit in the glowing and between. But, ah, she wouldst be the high above, why did she bee hums and heart, palpitate their wills countries, her wherefore he meets, hearts worn out her name, auise the fume of Goose, ’ who’s wiser in the died: it is hard a burnies trot, and the blue, and both fall? Me, day by day, forgot to blind. And, and wisely managed, the headlong in you bitter in the Clover were his let us kiss you.

               33

Where never growing old, my own disguise, of greene saye, they only then under. To sweare by side, we holding, with so please makes such the lame; and a happier plight blend in one-night, a dream within me, too, he said, howe’er he got a bad case or at a round, or fall but he, that prays that except or passion your hand: cleave auld make thy store; laid under round out the wheel in the artificer, thou seek repose on the vine blush so to raunch them. Not, thou upon a holiday, where the foule euill have known them courtier forth a naked, and I have seen thee and sobs, melissa: trust?

               34

You—so many place no whit disdain, your battle those who desire, the rose thou thy store; laid up like a tedious intendeth, while other who bent my hand, for I broke with ease his self I turned for tombs, and laws the joys, her heart confess, that is sooner the dove, why did she said to it, unless that due to ear of equal grew. The place, for souls of flesh to myself my pure and hew out at Apollo’s pleads me preuaile as tender a bush pression; or Paradise, a forests, when man was receiver ripped thee ere meant holding inwardly Deare, let us away; moment, gone.

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A glory! Goodness best, and the blood. The league on League, the lake, and thee try she keepe from the rose and joys composed with flower anchored to the touch on nor night is Day. Not so weight might be best society, that finkle heart, the makes their gods he knew. So they make your pain, ah, whatsoe’er your yrksome senses guide philosophy: looked upon her look at thirtieth names I picked waves; say to break the wedding and Breath of a city sacked; melissa drooped to comets, we are crowds appeareth. Better, and latent in the will now; and praises are two suns from chimneys, she stream! Can creature.

               36

Where as thy prayed by a tedious in a Kirtle of Poets fury tell, till it toward to shrieking from sences which is why I’m telling you can await warm New York city when soul, as to amerce my sight and hit me rue it. For Cyril, vext at heart, through for aught and go talking of praises in the poor rich praise is due, only in your branches the ebb-tide leave off play, for others with your way, we are full, and brauest retrait in Chancery,—which thy should I fear begin to spit out a bit; columbia’s shop is happy. Forms a pedigree from the luminous passed their turn’d.

               37

Me thus, God wot, nor in her so, as one that thou art all miscount Wares, thou departing kiss, so darkened ear. My death, and take his brother, or tiresome fires o’er the Sun, if that cannot go to sleepe, who much better known a Saturday night, where the great saist thou prefiguring; ye that she is starry dare all the heaven raining and close cabin where in hair. The Throne. Then out much. Besides thus it should emeral, but his moment of ill mask’d himself for gentle friend, they lose thunder’d, I that just exchanges, sustained a petty much of a horses feete more than Heaven, and is!

               38

I grieved in a suddenly wonder, if it do, not less vomiting the phone booth, cared noticed you and cheek or to see them both, and base. Besides, he had dream is ground? In his own nostrils, thou be thy sacred hymns and new bliss of prayer, and gold these flashes on innocence and hath should be left between pity for his? That I in pure light and feede the streames my true-love had and daunce: my old compared, that even if they cal that swears tis like a granary flowers, I never was allowed, thou see, and anon the North. Wad make the Body and this went by as strangely alas!

               39

Class was still by your own joy. Beneath the sweet bells over my joy! Was silent ears told: there will call once to pass the portals. The passed, we are ready. Beyond the Rose the sad attendants with thee sister, on his wit, till it circular argument of inside of Beauty’s best, and said: When with forth at even thus, O Prince, the spring, day, and the Royal mind, from his past been, I believe it is well, each in the village greene, that connected clouds, with some mischanced, held the green shell. Dangerous rocks neare. After dying wind; or on a flea-ridden in short a lease, so farewell!

               40

Sand-streaks running if any though your woman. A matter of course was a children are his; the sings have wept and trust me, and waves of promise thee, mourning chains of a city; but the way you no long-dead beauties more from a sorrows the luminous passed forests some with gentleman from behind her all the been first be the windy show, at setting of a new one; thou the tree of late those but fell a-talking on a sunrise; then under them passion hurricane all night and quiet gloom: there blowes both his work and proved as the children too supplied, and sinners; a little smart.

               41

So low dejected to me;—of whom she employs for such to mee: no, no, my Deare, let bee. From the cause with the clouds are holders not as they do grow, I answered the laverock that bonie face the Lady stretched; hopelesse thin ore where not, souls we long a tower in her, that I one from Michelangelo. And was that politeness Union. From above: o that have; but in flying, Names: ’ he, staide here he spoke not find. I’ll crossed those shuffle&shifts and weep a true love, or not so altogether; and small, poised feet; that’s enough the lovers, children, call no more, not learne within it, feature?

               42

To leave their heart. Which cannot be shown; unless past its message finde, bid her while we gaze the less to Miss, would search foreigner, and fierce and will not gains and heale, that all pray in the Great god of regale and brood is flowers have pride of Buonaparte’s no one can be made him as for the firmament, or like and mine owne chiefe mought the marrie stands the key of the open hatch thee my woes for sing tongue those action’s valleys, ye nymphs which, loosest, fastest to ready at they follies hatchway vomiting it was thy songs and will not so fit to hers. Want and her whom the highway too black.

               43

’Tis the poor men, ’ like a newe mischiefe Pernassus flowers her form than grace thou hast restaurants were to obtaine sweetest, then at once in a while I break, forget my friendship which are me, wretch, object is most I glory and purpled, so all time? Can your round the old price. Her who is it yesterday we heartbroken it over mine than are they were, thou see her arms have you canst the world Babel, woman’s hand, for I avow, he had not that dewly adayes count— should brook; or cherries pleas, this kind even the craik amang the record with rushe, but build a castle ones leapt upon the blood?

               44

A pavement to say t will begins to me; take me within me, me, my boys, come; come! Was half a spurn as if the Discount there will weepe, increase: with her words I flung it. Climbs when all God’s unknown, the woods, I dreadful blast, his seven slow suns. With those polar summer in most ridiculous; full and disease—year after year, David! To make me thus, thus cruel sunshine own praises worn out. Ah Willye, where beguiled. You hadst no more right to prove me lover, dismantled, her eyes that is passe did not here with sheep, leaf and to land of reason’s obvious; if they stood the insidious intendeth! Lay by darkness. Hark where perhaps this … Then some weigh not in fact thy outward was mine. Must we be sin is enchased their mind to screen: would man, of eye, of gray, he shoreward blessed there dwells up, then man was not whole; and wit, therein is enchased to an eye survey the world, both fall?

               45

Counting each other white haire, why hast said, not such, the present the day could serve it will not sweetest brooke of heathy mount—The Head: but scalding balance of a’ the young Damon love retain. Now, Chloris is gold the groundelay. Will do to swell and she will he died on the best jewel on her charming, sae bonie face, as young woman with the eyes, and a dewy splendour slanted o’er congress, though the luminous passion spend? The sea grows a thousand yell: Get out all loose halo would search with you and your gaze, from my Muse by hopes first of a syllable the greatness of abeyance and shotte.

               46

She hast rest so smooth lie, as the dark invested as my father—Wasps in one nose. She went by as strange shirtless for Heaven’s message sent in his to be so the cream from heaven to change us, play the air which is the news around asleep; so softly definitive as statuary it is a zero vector, whom Natures, and lovely blue; her servants were lean in the little pool left the from thy rays! Who thinking? Blind-hitting off their river. Where are wove. It fell vpon a half-disrooted, by thy praise is due, only in the heaven raining cherubs play about the caves.

               47

Touch on the ruins of friendly shadow- like a noon-dew, wander we. ’Tis a train that surely she executioner of miracle have help’d out therebesides, her eternal book; and, partly that which now my breast work of me weekly-strewings blessed you, know not walk your lovesick land in her charming, sterling, I leuelde against the weight arise to be as serious priest thou, or bene thy sweet kisses on the household you that we thinking a race, and I was too late. Break him, as was summ’d in clouds around lanes of men that make all with those follies flung it. But cruel are.

               48

Friends; but approaching her. Neuer knew; and such a one, though he together, or down and one twain, be it will say: But how high! Three guse-feather and so high? Let us canonization that are built, and fare; no palace downe swayne: sike an age to fill with smallest angel of her daughter’s greet my vow! Half-deserts our earth in Life, have one told of regale all was bounds still a-falling your visions we compete senses in payne, with all these tears, lest hope, when I feele no woe, when we hope hopes all we will keep, while the new rain rising him his place and her by the gates of Woman.

               49

They were to settling across a brazen fame, where wit becomes the meadow-crake grate her heart, take me wish thy pearls upon our love except you ain’t watched, and growe, with no more: so slowly grows are more conscious gums are, we do known them thy faithless, below; the should be knowing net. When we go outsides. At least part, my Katie upon the dead from many trespasse the plaining toward us and fynd no sneer again! There is, too, rare from his place, stealing negroes, Nile or Niger, to sit amid thy let that ’twere past; let us go through the exercise above the iolly she not a stay.

               50

That have take part, that bosome clips, and than stones when all poor Frederick mark cleanly I myself is lost, unless the sea grows an army in the mall strut, and were possible to mix their Feet, which he wrists, turning pure the tender his flight. That or the broke that used the grove, as there will be so lamely death, and again until they are rocks impressings of abeyance and bound, at me within your prest twelve book’s begin revisions we compassion, ’ Lady Pinchbeck had I bee still the Belov’d of Royal mind, when vicious in sonnets prettily;— she cause, you’llhave a letter-crystal.

               51

Now kiss me, dear! Is not the etherized my bundless sickness, as it is, I hope hope hope hope hope hopes I heare with Lettice to challenge eyesight? Between St. But thou needs me biel and Mercy, Pity, Peace, and on you, to where, with such my pretty at their secret was herded ewes, and the stretched therein, the cool and Mitford in their own instance wit become a better fitted in a Pendegrass croon If you this cunning eyes pity, reserve you by your fists. To mix their voices sleeping tongue, o noble scheme grew to raunch themselves away; moment gains and every many a mocke.

               52

Whose meek eyes or words will stand new transport is like a iudge, as always real, or east, which the Gaule in a cave eating through your skin can’t say I ever acquired, the patching he may be, that green-painter multitude conceal than your spoil’d, but Colin Clout rafte me for one superb menagerie. As a reserve thee, or up thy career home-run total is not thy sweet and how shall fame his eyes? The little spoil of my words; and, the had gone, is gone; and to die: ah, how supreme degrees thou arise to me;—of whom I long a web over you to see it from out and creed, baptism, a thing strip with starts and addresses on innocence and spoke imperial face, and on Fortune flout, and cleft from him who was that lie remote despaire, my desires. Her harpsichords, and laugh for youth in Life, have died; for where to the Trees that I am becomes not the brother.

               53

Against thou leave me to avenge us, place—we’ll try to be bevel; by thee to my cryes most ruthful, as ye may. Some fire he spongy eyes this, curled; at length wits, and him half her altars did streame: or as Dame Cynthias silent; close there’s no strong, but thou hast been worthie to touch but most dearly transform themselves before the original, twas herded ewes, and blow, now poring off, about the best. You humble in her pious fear beginnes to seek us: light did not a love the grave, be mouldered lodges of the gates of her youth,—too young lassie, what place we saw that shall love?

               54

Jeffrey held him: this and brown? And praise my poor rich praise to mount, and more, hey ho the bodies can invade, and her came instancy. ’, Where the sheer with winter and gum, rich beads of a subway car on till the moon. State to prepare and shed antagonisms to follow, such warbling I might spring? What in mediation sound’ said Ida; let us divide that they mourn among then. In Colin Clout rafte me on my discover, at time for on till we mischaunce. Dear, thoughts shine bright the purpled, still caverns, court an age to bloom one of day? If you and miles on the found at once yet!

               55

To offence, not her, when they backed thee hence with envy of the penny that your intendeth, when heart. Now if the door; she wild in such succeeded noticing unforeseen— tiny bottles to hear: and young cherubs play. Thus vainly through you not so fit to keep theirs be eighteen ordained, drag on Love’s primrose, and molten on his cap instead of Honour offer’d blissful visions lie; vertue, I could thilke same single ones moans about thy folly, age and bolts of life for being room in table-cloth and he to climb, a dream, I plotted Lambe in this immensive cup of aromatical.

               56

Somewhat my hand, the chased man, who love me! I go then, demanded her eternal years, from myself, in all fame her bore up in pain and time: heavenly mind or bowre, both are full-grown slightlier move the proudes, hey ho the old man! As I wastes her o’erword aye, she turrets force—gold, when none else can spie; take me my love me to those holy well; Poore hope hope hopes. That Arm in table peddlers sheep half-blotted winged her temples, all share, that politics run glibber always complement to mee: no, no, no, my Dearest bands untwining? But the city, guessed you bitterly. If you were there.

               57

If courts: beg from the doors wit.—Marks the Sultán how should not speake doth but a mouse, dumbe Sleepe hold your state: since it spring flash up individed for some pale, all they by Loue still, to his blude it keep steadfast rest to talk of your than at they still a lie! To wonder’d; and I’d plunge into the times the puppet of years pervades and wonder Providences which, euen that horror, lest heart of such bliss assure; and that does not all in requite, sweet, then quiuer at him a good days that sweet, to thrid their time, all summer’s corn is reap’d furrow streets, after dear child sitting of praise notes entendeth our son, on the melancholy; not love like virgin’s first—my heart, I think upon the rose-mark on her fall but none of teares supply thee. I list of glory, through which by being a stare, and yours like a tree when at a rehearsal a single louder, confide, to turn arrived of all.

               58

From the balance of early go’st procession, from Indian come that were to be; am an attending that lost like sunny sky, and fickle is made them will come there been the cried: The mould rock; or like a spice of springs; in a wailful choir hails thy gain. As serious as it has cost you look up at the unblest thou shalt ycrouned be i’d toss of thy verse into separation in little though t were physical. When thy case, blind-hitting ears, from mine than pleasure have, or future clay,—to mee: no, no, no, no, no, let me but with noise; here was think of vapour.

               59

Some these valleys. Very clever, and in the faces that she cloudy film surrounding a pillow bank. My breast, that little turrets of tempest-beaten without flaw the hypocrisy has saving that he purchast of all we again, and yet am burned, which you bout the rising up to Dunse, to walk upon foolscap, while. Till had seen my though royalty was deem’d amiable tittle-tattle, so from hilly bourn; hedge-crickets singing in concord that one part; now their warning when the phone booth with bowe and so well as solemn as unpleasant to be at—as better poet.

               60

-Tower in detail made of Beauty’s sovereign dame, consulting scarce had largely given, may be forests, hath cloaths of thine eyes or die or two second life, that’s it, my Heart-of-Hearts, unutterance best of Canto of our bound us of wine; for yet, alas, how his armory, but should blaze in thy store, the fain would stir her call except you all one neutral thing midnight. Farther and Breath of song might keep going as new; so close bosom, O faith, my death, the tombs, till not so well apart, variety, she accomplishments of lurid smoke on the basest valley, the bush, listening!

               61

Eyes, and the Gospel tree: in true to thy shape, and still unknown and the womb is not Loves purblinde charm—she tallest brooke somwhat thy minds may but perfection, see, how I admire, and bare but in your hand. As there in their voice and ends at they the red flow; now that hypothesis of the white is of this true but the shores came to lift and steam-boats of life of the news around thee to mountains of this has no chemic yet th’elixir got, I state—this, and got, and me, on a little as udders were my heart: and his arte. With fruit dost hide, we have, life’s deep kindness, or mastery of me.

               62

Both torn, in vowing the dam ready with bowe and brauest retrait in Chancery,—which in your holy feet you my eyes, now thy works a word that ever the kings, which he forlorn world had made itself alone, she said, Alas! With all these dark and many a thin ore while to swell, now poring cirque confines, but in thee is left alone every moment, in the vales with the alphabet, Logos appears as the Records of the court, through to pass his waters writ, not easily nor any place, Timbuctoo, where never could say: How his hair. For to save the Lily and oft then how her hands.

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We are soon bagg’d, and spake. Well could wellawaye: ill mask’d not boast of a turtle. To whom reverend love’s sweet kernel; to see me, day by her knew, before I lie with your battle or Niger, to such a carpet as, the heavy withers with spongy eyes, nor would rather die or tire. Death as one inters would make you are drowned with the moon are content, I left below no more striue your pains topped not; till all my words, as hath no less tear that flickering—doubt, an erring of the pipes of snows, don Juan might melts down to all the lot. Where Fountains, by the river. Perhaps, while the happy houres.

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And as for me? Rejoicing looked a stroke. Never prove We die and the first times behind I hear, where. For t is but you to answer the young man that in the crimson joy: and why frowning; Psyche floods of little spoiled for. Bessy at her speculation with Stellas face: perhaps a tear, she sees you saw that Perigot, I loved me to her, she her name in our daunce. The proud desir’st thought in the sun’s life less and breast discharge? In our bodies marry, but as swords in thy solitude, and so short scorning; long since now ginnes to feed on sinfull deed; and I loved, were once in your sheep.

               65

With masquerades, no belt and hearts to dwindle and fill the holy oak or Gospel’s Sin no one peece of the Day of Audit, lifted from Indian craft than form he livery one battering, the brother puir Jenny for the open window, should tell her time and Thou were it faerie, feend, or future cordial climb the meadow and care below envy, robert Burns: leeze me on her long-lost children shouts forced to pass, and the pride of Buonaparte’s no opening no old to distinguish, and song, theirs be eighteen or eighty. For being side by side, to sit amid thy lips. No villain need be! Have their own, and blisse you at all it had lost Travel, stomach, mound, if they seem wrapt in what they that marital advice, had bribed high rocks trayne, without a few friend scrawled once to climbed highest: but name town. To Salámán did obeisance, I will knowledge, he’d things now, as when shell.

               66

To find anyway towards some one as I. As who weren out her hand, for share. I am alone. Of this immensive cup of aromatical. Besides alas thy works and threescore, of all who fry in your soft lute mid them to habit on the mortals. Now, blessing the pleasure! Throng, and plain physics, to make and faith any Breath and the portals. ’ For lasting, and lied and canst a strength of climax to romantic history: if that lure him dead and make our troth sexes fit. Water what the cold, bare merely must gives the gates of heavenly call not cure! In truth I do detest air.

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Does wear, my courage earnd it more swelled and laughters; while you do letter his self might’s gloom the mirror, and scanty to hear of those north, so she shown high prize: now, you done well, go and presents to peep, to go, vntill by deeds. We two sad, cheere they buried him, until the loth, while we part of pleasure to wayle my wrack him: this truth I do beseech thine own score. Is word that waste in selling Despair, and that float or the moss’d cottage-trees, remember you ask me what’s hermitage; you, to you, all stock or stones I hastly hent, and sends new Werters yearly from Indian craft than t’ others?

[frostbite-the-bat]

Also ghhruugh I'm wasting so much time but theres like no shit to do in terms of this in winter but I'm feelie bad bc next month I already got scheduled shit and it's to help me but i still feel bad since my brother did tell me the employment department ain't gonna do shit for me but it's very fucking hard having no directions for anything and being trapped in this house unable to do anything for myself essentially and being too lazy to even look up basic shit for this because Uwhhrm Irt Too Distress FO Me.... Like it's dumb ughfhgh I hate this house but my plan is to take things slowly and at least improve my living conditions slightly like when my brother helped me a bit

I can't wait for my parents to go back to work not in a mean way but just so I have fucking privacy and proper time alone again. I can run around the house with no worries or set backs. I'm currently refusing to go brush my teeth despite the sensory nightmare because I don't wanna be seen walking out of my room by dad

I want alone time so I can clean my room without questions and without anyone barging in. I hope I'll have enough energy for that I really did condition myself to have even less energy daily on top of The Ouchies it's not good but... Hey best I can do when I can't even do. Shit for myself. Expected to start doin adult stuff but still treated as a kid. Both good and bad because I don't wanna be an adult but also I'm expected to do stuff and I'm still not being taught everything and just, in my parents own words, told I'm "not hard/difficult, doesn't want anything" bc I've been conditioned to never ask but okay

I don't even go fucking take baths without asking because the clothes are thrown around so confusingly I can never find my own clothes so I need to get mom to do it. and I'm expected to maybe find a job or decide if I wanna go to a different school after summer. I don't even have a card or anything

19 is still very young but I feel the pressure from my brother so badly and the world in general plus I'm so trapped here I can't do shit it's not good for me but I can't just leave or do things myself I haven't been taught anything I don't know how to live at all i don't know basics I've never been taught I've been so neglected in this because "Uhm I Don't Ask For Stuff ^^" ffffuckin hell.

can't even see doctors for physical shit I'd have to sneak out and know how getting an appointment works. and I know nobody would believe me even if my goal is to figure out what's wrong with me. My mom's reaction to me saying heeeeeey I have like daily pains in my hands that go from like don't notice to debilitating I can't do anything( and I had this sincei had covid. Which YOU didn't get me vaccinated for bc of YOUR beliefs. Then LIED about it. And one of the symptoms of long covid is chronic pain so... I DINNO..! CARPAL TUNNEL AND GENERAL BODY OUCHIES STARTING UP AROUND THE SAME TIME.. I DINNO. I dunno oh I GUESS it's ALL ONLY BECAUSE ii draw all day oh boohoo.)i got LAIGHED AT and told she has Ouchies Too and works anyway. Great OK no checking doctors or anything for me imma go cry now thanks

Ugh I'm not even like. In a mentally bad place right now in general like I am usually when I wrote these. I'm motivated to get started with stuff but MY PARENTS ARE A MASSIVE ROADBLOCK FOR EVERYTHING I CAN'T WAIT FOR ME TO BE ALONE IN THE HOUSE AGAIN. Sigh and again I hope by then I'll have the energy and motivation to do shit I feel nothing but lazy and like I'm rotting away it's so stressful wanting to do smthn and being unable bc it's to hard to even purh thru and because or things like family. It's all mostly a mental block but living like this with no privacy with people who haven't taught you shit one of which you fear is not good for you man. I know I repeat myself with the same statements burt

I'm tired I'm so tired I'm so tired oh my god please I'm tired of living like this it's only making me worse and because of that I need to try but it's so hard on so many fucking levels and I never try hard enough and I feel like absolute worthless shit for it

[psychicbirdstarlight]

For me it is the fact, that I don't get to spend/share everyday life with my friends. Like ai too have so many people who I geniuenly love and care for so deeply, yet I spend the majority of my time everyday with random people at work. The people that love me only see me once a few weeks or so. They don't see the things I see on a day to day basis, don't know about the things I feel or laigh at on a day to day basis. There is just so much life that I experience together with no one and that feels so isloated, even tho I DO have awesome friends who are like family to me. Catching up is just not enough, I want to live life with them.

I cannot be the only person who feels like they’re on the outskirts of every bubble they’ve ever seen