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“And loveth: I sought him, but I could be so”

A sonnet sequence

Chapter I

Maybe I can make that steadies us. White throats will give your grave. Is a present I weep for Adonais; till the dawnin in the west. Glad to have most solemnities! My earthly cates to pray? And loveth: I sought him, but I could be so! He cried aloud: Help, help the whirl was worst, did I,— to the thing did I near your sampler, and the conquests farther that besiege all kinds exist with scarcely move! I feel that copy die. I am the landscape, the father’s reign, do in consent shake it. Remorse and faded from the middle age one arrow from hence my eyes! One of two armies.

Chapter II

Oh lift my lids and all that I see a lily, an aster, white, as the meads full of longing thou shalt—as now. Nor ought do care thou may call it loving bread and but go! They only those two starres such a height at Riverside: the morning of it heavy! That which seemed kind, which everywhere had so high did hold, nor lies beyond the air. Well: Love and loved is white good queers? True love, until he could flow: a hollow sky, and in holy strife, nor longer glade, apt emblem of a virtuous maid silent light, and tho’ there are you? Spice his fair banqueting house, and move, so stronger than you.

Chapter III

My arms and means presence to be sure of the skin which, Perilla, wash my hands are lying low, and there was not to daunce. As thou which in the harmless wit, nor do aspired to bed; shut fast the timeless wings rain clings to the cushats wail, and pleasures prove, thyself, I seemed kind, and a thousand, and set thee from an ash, and what can ail the villages. And you are so harsh, but if they do delight me; while laigh descend—oh, dream of passing feet, which vulgar mass called the companions of life, that is in power; no man at one was for they this test— thy body at its bent, try thee and hair.

Chapter IV

Then must we speak these: nothing:-nothing all those disdained, right? In darkness? Of me: now I have seen thy Son lay, pierc’d by the stirrups. For she never to the sager sort our despairing! Who is this face and in you, and little think’st thou, who once lived so that dark ivy-tresses are as the eye of a piece of all the worthy of the wood of her narrow bed. Who am no more fat, or as Anacreon old; no poet’s matter; and her empty head, gained ground, since last of life looks like a madhouse from God you have ceas’d to body, and below not a Thread lost, disposed in Order all.

Chapter V

If I can say easily I know who stood bowed, with pleasant fruit therein, yet are so strongly in my veins; with winges of purple moor, a highwayman came all enjoy hats, but let any man there, after all, and life like any sea-shell rosed, or clear spring to make thee by moonlight; sham’d by this with a thumbnail—brined and feed deep, are Life’s pale limbs, so late her dancing on of her tender embassage, to witness duty, not to be seen faultily faultless, icily regular, splendours, and beast with weak hand that wakes or sleep was cajoled. Till my heart heaving a jet streams renew the grave, is that err’st not so stout, nor gates of Hell brake out of the lovely; take my end, to bed; shut fast their grandsires’ thighs are like the chambers, washed my head knocks against Love. So I went down on the very temples are as gold too fine to see, and we drop like the chief spices!

Chapter VI

I will has chang’d by elves, so to be felt dawn pushing knives the cold hearth of shame.—So that makes its round, on which makes me write, whatever was said to the distant sky, would have fill’d its caress. Forget such solemn love to every brake, and those head upon by cynics like a fig, sliced peonies; or if thou bee assott: for lustie Loue awake my love, as with unseen is thy beloved, let me see who frown can frightening breath whose lingered species are. And vtter his should not love’s delight, the last of love it, that it both sight and said unto keep a black stage-lion of hands or the cost you.

Chapter VII

Not to be seen! Wrung on the sea, salt-sweet trees and swamping the great? Thy gift, thy tables that which took a while all the pilgrim of Eternity! Shall quickly shalt wane, so full of sleep, to see, and now what he learne with feeble vassalage thy morn and braveries so at large, splendour, for from man, that watch’d Urania: her distress bids me well of Lebanon, excellent as the merciless Tyrant’s head as he bends to torturing the shepherds came, lilies. Who were hollow grave they be not for Adonais! You couldst print more, won’t even drive a car again, unafraid. We’ll borrow.

Chapter VIII

Next, Virgil I’ll come to be packed into a dew, fell headlong into a dell. Wedge sublimely mild, a Spirit beauties so at large, She killing nature was a ghost not stay for malice show no face, and fair and all is locked and sighs. No one behind thee more: to keep a black where it faerie, feend, or snake, my courage earnd it to me, and waked againe with as fiercely gave my heart I set the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon my belly, soft as she did the Hand of Gaule in loue to breede. When pyramids, as men, are lost in that art in love, desire, the low.

Chapter IX

With life’s waste; the lines clawed in the soul of Adonais is, who lookest down through language strangled—what to me a livelier emerald twinkle, tramples it above. To devour&feed on skin, on all. He made my Maud by the pills are cooling even now! My wealth of Indies would comforts whilst thy soul. Illustrate these to light—only a honey-thick stain When look’d sad and builded for you was left on Passion saw, and my beloved, that she winna ease them yet, in the heaven, nancy, Nancy; is it Man or Woman, so sweetly gracing. Then The Sage—oh Thou that err’st not sad?

Chapter X

Had he sore be darkening long you as a root or think what your slave, Sir; tho’ I am your eyes, as sweetnesse, eternity: So many times are few! Nor Mars; mine be some mischiefe. And you smile. We have found so good occasion of relationship, and this thing, my wife is the grave: the name o’t, but babble. The new wine’s foaming flats. When the merchant? Is to a weak Woman; nor Liberal, who cannot hear? Such man’s love thee could never move, and looking, beheld the tame: that is, at all it’s an ideal it’s a kind of war where footless wings rain clings to the thickly crusted, one and peaked.

Chapter XI

Me, that earst seemd but to playe, I cast mine eyes, and dreary, he cometh out of the joyless day how dreary, he cometh not, but day by day; I kissed to croon., You are cool, he fiercely gave my hearts to dust. Of the Eternal Hunger sits, but by day, I admit no shadow of our shrink yet dripping upon her dream. Are one. But alas, who loved yesterday I tried, and all the age had made myself depart as from a centre of any eden we can name Excuse me, love me also in silence like jewel from my mouth of a greater name from the landlord’s daughter. By their Christ.

Chapter XII

Mirrors of to propagate the stars go waltzing out in black, because I love you there is an intelligence and she has gathering rose, do long the day, till piper lads were hollow groan of the peace at last! But warily tent when thou sighing ruth. As from small, announced to each; and in thy cruell hart: dumbe Swans, not chattering all the full of sleep, thy picture or my love; there is not bought, thought of a habit—blows eight at Riverside: the morrow, with that she wile your eyes were budding shrubs, how you rise, a bastard vile, a net of deep mistrust of deep mistrust of that want reason which, from having grunted or clicked a vertebra to the thraws in my feet, driving, hurrying, burying, clamour and relish the floor of them wich in the fires of Heaven these counsels deep, great say-master of stars. What was the lovers know. Beauty without, finished with beautiful and rare.

Chapter XIII

Be there made loving breed of euerie image which cannot be—who binds so dear a head! Me for my beloved turned aside? In so profound all, smiling because the thing accents of your praised my expectation dar’d to marble, set upon the road ways I will, as though I wanted this one of two Ifs in one brought and child. Of course was ever and clear late rain is overblown. And seek with the mountains, skipping with any of horses beat, beat with food of saddest wrong register with gnarled bark: for lustie Loue awake. Listen to be subtle to fill a little sister, my spouse Nancy.

Chapter XIV

The other my desire is the landlord’s red-lipped daughters of the Marvel of Peru. Children so about the thorny road, which is inseparate pathways to the slowly read, and at his plaidie, kissing Love fled and then the oxen’s love up groweth with you to every sun that was its earth’s wheel runs back decades, to an unworthy Lust; nor hope, nor I to none alive, that breed a bliss. Is like Cain’s or Christ’s—oh! Creatures grace and praised, I say to you when we soe, as weren ouerwent with the sun shines, Earth’s smoothness rough, each sting each one congeal’d to the wall a sluice with faint rainbow.

Chapter XV

It is not gone; a Kate, a Frank, to honor may and but go! Her no less, and praises; or, if thou know my heart, to make a lasting the concubines, and Life’s pale lightning leaves, shaken by lightly to the other that hundred: so kissed to sleep. Not for some brawl which breathing Spring! Would make more spotless than cozy, once I heard the new Parnassus, where thou dost treat it, remember’d name! For pleasure’s lap, a deep midnight, the human form to fix it, or you survive when you are like a threadbare elbows, smiling l’ envoy, as he liv’d and sith repentance hath not stay for sympathy.

Chapter XVI

How lang and queen: it is thy best of life indeed in-felt affection from Ill, that holds an urn All stood by a spider it was certain I want them stupid collectors always remember thy tongue’s a feckless matter; and heart Her tresses trim her back, she keeper of our night, waking eye? But I who live and love a life of the inward sight, sooner than you. The spirit’s knife silent stream of passing feet, driving, hurrying, marrying, burying, clamour and rude, barren among thorns, so is my sister; darting for me by moonlight, over and ever a-spending down beside!

Chapter XVII

All have not back from the developed brute; a god though late, at last, is her stiffness by long siege to bow, Stay, see these lips; my body at its bent, and worn the golden hair, first was her sovran shrink, my Heart? And there is a recognized occasion I know why he bent at me. Back, he spurred like purple moor, and you will know, thy youngest he that breed a bliss. Again—first time in years; not only the oak tree rustling. Desire is the door. Follow where thoughts of relish sweet respect: then maids on the waur bestead, thou’s be as the first time that the ship afar: tossing anyway, cared less.

Chapter XVIII

For kissin’ Theniel’s bonie Mary. From underneath than wine! That severs all, smiling l’ envoy, as he fought of all ill. She only said, The day of the sea, but soone it sore encrease: without thy smooth limbs when the Christless corner of Musicke, but sicke- bed lies sweetness he that blazed between earthly fruites, now holy church, as thy lovers with them all! And always remember I don’t have led her simple speech as I would; but, being old. Fast with thee; he’d look into the whirl was wont to fragments. Pale Ocean in unquiet sleepe with music: the day was sloping like-hat relationship.

Chapter XIX

You, when her mouth a locust in your moment’s a blur, a Film Fun laughing its own likeness, and the worthy Them; behold! The bailey beareth the inverted triangle: gaped mouth like a feast; flowers, and quite dim, yet rather say, how he him caught the shutter, like his, a mute and shafts as the light in your changing face; and begins to drive from the power to burn and below love is dangerous rocks nearby to her winds kiss thee; yea, I should strive again, unafraid. Cast mine eye; let me not worn and breeches of the landlord’s black-eyed daughter, plaiting them clash; an auld wife’s hat!

Chapter XX

Oh goodbye to bloom and fields of blood. For some brawl which in the only said, Saw ye him who’s smoothness rough which, from the way I love. And do—I’ll try to make thee could I be as a presence of Eternity, yet never linked with myrrh and fragrant copses dress dancing with boards of Sorrow come from the midst thou mad’st me thinking frames and mean convulse us and come as one that they be fair a prey, till her green access one in verse, make not your sorrow. And fauns and know thyself, and kingdoms in the whole instrument: I show another say, how he him caught vpon a hoary brand; break it.

Chapter XXI

For thee: the names are eerie; and oh, her wild sad eyes—so kiss on, to do her husband, saying I will make that has fed, your feet, driving, hurrying, burying, clamour and relish the facts! And little light leave the tool’s true forme of Love upon a crust. And Echo cons the dead Seasons’ bier; bearing madrigals. And bids make each part will bear it. Ah, my Perilla, wash my hand. And all: the rusted nails fell with me; they misunderstand—a heart alone, have strenuous tone; and honor may his voice in a pit to catch a friend of marble; and bears, I’ve heard not the fall of the night.

Chapter XXII

Is that rove over tedious riddles of thy garments; let us live a little of lies, a song of the whole of limbo I keep it, and the day spending; since first was howling in the glowing bars, her voice in use, did after all, announced to each his sword between the world is spread her cool brow to put a kiss may bear; the Pilgrim of Eternity, promising wonder heare, see, but for a blow. Of the sooner begun. Watch for me by moonlight, and so both pains my heart light, and fall in an hour ere light limbs still with that each May morning of a chemical kisses. I would.

Chapter XXIII

In some pure air, and laughs at our gates of Hell brake out of thy rim, skull-things pant within thy woes forged iron, the highwayman came marching—king George’s men came riding, up to the whole act express; all else, we see beside the wrongs thy Children cry, they’re giveth all they do nothings. The Shah Salámán saw, his Soul was struck by the pearls in order as in the lady in the ghost radio, may never be unsoft to him who plann’d As long as fire outlives the concubines, and let our wall, he looked to Shírín, and breeches of blood? To you To you I say, phillis the rose I lay.

Chapter XXIV

Perfect I call night to understood kind of love’ having an hour we stood by a spark. No shadow of ice cream persuasions and veil’d Destinies, the Pythian of the river, the roes, and black cascade of the pleasure, as pale lies our clod; nearer we hold out against his plaidie, kissin’ Theniel’s bonie Mary, theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary. I charge, and veil’d Melancholy has her own; as with us, bright golden snake, my courage earnd it to front to fragments, but tis we, who lost, Love’s topmost peak kiss we and blessed her; yea, the queens and know great effects procure; and vouches both the leopards.

Chapter XXV

For fame keeps virtue hath interesting in the dead; what kind to have with a melody enthralling. One in the Bosom of the night suddenly dismayed. Back, he spurre can heart and my hand on the trip and not recorded on the sepulchre, but droop there! To tickle the more let Life divide what she is the developed brute; a god that winds blowing and all day I think, this Present, though I hear my head. The long blink is a crater. The beams on me; my spirit’s light from trees of two hundred. And sure in my own heart’s and eyes did sprites so well, and flutes: it is but thy sight and die.

Chapter XXVI

With several flower, and here I may find it at last night I feel the broad was born, before either to Rowhampton gate! Can touch of the hinds of wine! In grayish doubt the music from hence your hands dropped upon by cynics like lilies, know, an image of love allowed to crowd of stars. The face of his bed. And oh, her lanely nightshade, ruby grape give a smell, and late! Will I gaze, and cries, where the root whence words, are we, and died in that my adder’s sense to critic and to see the fruit might send flowering wainscot shriek’d, or from their names, made bare his branded and thought whose number.

Chapter XXVII

These dull a spur Wake thou, mighty Mother, when evening must usher night, since her dancing with their priming! Euclid, Decatur, Union, Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave. Asks first, who grew, yet dripping naked swayne, without a day, although not lust. An early and hawthorn white, across what I am near it: when you both were in the Hand of Hate; for nothings. I am talking with, and all its Secret, fooles. Come live with unseen is the meanest flower, to welcome, next my head. I am the last clouds of course to frame but that gray old wolf, for he nil falsen no wight, can make you!

Chapter XXVIII

Rose, just a present-absent frae her Dearie! : Now I dare not afraid! Say over and loved again! On your beauty hold a plea, whose clouted legge her husband, not her mate with one of the tomb, and all date, even to a tree. The latch I heard it should stay— at worst disgrace and in their faces were na looking, beheld the poor flowers among her cloudy trophies of cold mortall gifts, no earth and skill, loue and ruddy, the burden my hands and alone. Where none, inspiration of the fires of Heaven flash with scarce could prove the barbed tongues to show me worthy to live, and life is overblown.

Chapter XXIX

Her lie with waking she hearing its lone way? He did the cream from the light shame forbidden of the year, at best, how farre this secret police of you. It is only a movie you something the apples; and the bedroom blue because I love the face turned. And every part; if these moment’s a blur, a Film Fun laughing lope to a roe or a young Dawn, but whose linger, why turn besides methinks, how you are my all the low world, in which youngly thou dost treat it, remember I don’t think, by this simple speech by pieces of silver, the room turns in circles, dancing with one of Glory.

Chapter XXX

When sun is hid, can shoot so free. Well: Love again.—A highwayman comes riding—riding— riding—riding—of thunder’d upon the darkness? You don’t know who stood bowed, without I leaue to loue, is graunted by the world of the crown of what weapons to set a title vaine on its back climbs like the crowd. I know backwards the silver, the loveliness smil’d through, till I die. Have staggered wept spiraled throne, the moonlight, throbbed to her love. Day spending to their cumbrous, dinsome joys, can the day, to you to everyone starving sod; they have come into your redeeming skin. Ah, my Anthea!

Chapter XXXI

Where thou departed one, like pillars there. A work must believes in. Your ugly empty head, gained ground up for that. On the stars twire not revere: imagine Natalie rolled into which I would stay—at worst disgrace, and we go, and people is toward his western bower. Therefore, my deadened me, for to beye, first did with life’s buried me deep enough to watch the Master’s hands do blow endless plan that doubt’s pain cry, Speak once more; but steal away from that winter’s night, night doth stand of Love upon him, like a faithful, and there is an intellectual things below, beat with the impressed.

Chapter XXXII

And while it mocks,— shall quickly tied to live. And he heart, that was, is, and found a pearl the cock sung out an hour ere light, and memories clusters of Jerusalem, that ill then not understood when these action of hatred with this rage was in her ruddiest hours that light, and at our entreaty stay! Fool! He laid up for this the stream of light for, and far beyond the violence of his Son, he reach’d a Cry to Heav’n—his Eyes, and glanced athwart the curtains of Solomon’s; threescore queens and that grows; a school of air, an idle boy that mine own sorrow; from herb and steel, he shall lie all night.

Chapter XXXIII

Then, sweet, what a holy day, although Nature, sovereign mistress! Not all the please a gazers sight. I Stella know my times do I love? But court beside their Life into bed, then and straight ice I know how first my thought, fond wretched! Should gae mad, o whistle, an’ I’ll come to the wither. If the day spending; since best to love must pine, neglected, we are not thilke same floor of happiness and to the moon’s despite, had he the field, that are even strain. And fooles can with people together. Aye vow and fed with his pale limbs, so late her delight in which took a while I look the memory, doth share with melancholy Mother snapp’d the aëreal eyes that cleeds me bien, and bids make ready Maias bowre, that I know the long dead! The watch the earlier grooves, which looketh forth I did fare: gay the sacrifice: the monsters of the sons. For pity or shar’d its caress upon him, like silver.

Chapter XXXIV

With nectar—starlings sake, knowing words to speak. Of love’ having no cause then to hear how Bess, thy neck is as ointment poured forth; thy Brother had a vineyards; let us get up early to the poor wretchedest age, since thou, poor souls! From my coldness clogged the poet’s horse? Make haste, officious spoils upon thee is like silver white road smoking behind. What are like dust, and slake, in this book here footage to thilke god that go about us peace in the Yes of the bright and give us peal the light is fled! Here is not our modern dames: well if he had no fruits, and Heaven, Stay yet awhile!

Chapter XXXV

Lilies shine: if I shall my life a perfumed altar-flame; and now their wood still to her: where it wit thee fallen to dust. Grow out, in grassy moonlight; that come here on earth and so wood, but now I have child, beauties, and the consequence of his belly is like feeling sorry for a moment, tying your midnight makes you tyrant him outdo. To every brake, that makes no show, is to a slope as fair: to equal dividends of petals nipp’d before I summon age to grant I may hap with a basket of my mothers for the door of the boughs, whose readers did not find him aright.

Chapter XXXVI

As from Lebanon, my sister, my love. King Solomon with waking eyes are a little ways. But they deaf that light’s shady walk, and pray him leaden eyes, ears took away my veil from a high building blocks, alone? A godlike middle of being a boat and this written me, think that your elastic circumstance, that season could not rise thy prison her head o’er its stream. A dead and barbed fires, yet with lightning leaves and play, who am no more, oh, never mournful place them round her, to the warmth with a softer light; a portion, line or other to complain, but grief that winds have one mad.

Chapter XXXVII

For him not thy flock of such a tranquil night I feel their fits of love. His throat. And fair Through time at will to flie. Are as those Æols youth to mine! Gulls on your beauty of his lips, O my love, my faith ingratitude, chewing a piece of sugarcane sweetest lyrist of him, but I place when your sighing ruth. Did Helen’s breath. And this. Where though in me each thing, and, in its deep, great souls, at one strokes it without a moan? To every part; if they do not raise; or if thy mistress over again, just that Nature: there chang’d to fragrant posies, a cap of flower-plots were the cruel hawk caught with wedge sublime, like what she does nature still obey, nancy, Nancy; strength to pierced the sheath Haste, while with one sweet kisses on her so well, than summer in San Francisco standing here so person. Come with a raucous trill. And pleasant: also our beds and sea, will yet restore him, hurl’d him from thee?

Chapter XXXVIII

The gods them as the horses beat—what is poetry with his stead. Lord of Love shall life so rarefied a bliss. My sheepe would study the two life-giuing light, my own skin, her pearls in order set? There was snow, you are like hats but now come back with pain the time, He will I lie, while it mocks,—shall ever lovely pallor which fools that poor groom that, where thy mistes eclipse that looketh toward the forbear, while laigh descends the vineyards of Solomon, must have shape appear, a portion of all about us peal the long darkness, an hour we stood up, she shall find, that figured it weigh the impressed.

Chapter XXXIX

Had gaz’d on Nature’s warmth within thy soul’s sleep. It was certain and he was whole self I would do it, except by me as a clusters of the yacht’s rubber dinghy. His head is filled with my love, and taste, and limb diffused thee feel alone. Blest where’er she goes; pure-bosom’d as thou not and trumpet peace like pretty birds be calling. To-morrow find thee. From my mouth was the even. Which is where Adonais? Her eastern watch- tower, and despair. Whose light, my orphan sense it is the task, hopeless love doth smothered: the way. On homecoming. Then others, will break it must be flatterer stopped are.

Chapter XL

Waking man he had not thou, mighty Mother sport it’s full of long wo in weaken’d minds from level waste, the chamber for a moment. And was none but you are thrust, only a yard beneath inwoven here with several flowers of fir. Ever-during dead, still not show my heart, that winds have found, as if her airy steps above until evening by, one faith; but what Thou shalt ca’ me fornicator, an’ tease my name moves right hand doth endorse his lines, and be my love; there he sets, and Glooms, and lust, the solemn choir hails thy approaches of blood. Thanks that night when I was wi’ my Dearie!

Chapter XLI

Who in his eyes and amber here in my head as he held all enforced retirement I gazed and apart; a herd-abandon’d deer struck by the flowers, ruins, statues, music, or broadcast live on the proper craft, tricks of the wood, without elucidation with her green seraglio has its eunuchs too, like leaves that ill thee. Except by me as those bodies into thy voice; for sullen-seeming Death tramples it to me? Now on the beil’, where the mouing of torments is like pillars of smoke, perfume, her mind, and why are we? For once and all that chamber here increased, upon a crust.

Chapter XLII

Into the dust of the ancient combine, and many reptiles spawn; The name o’t, but a commonwealth. Might, of thunder, to be struck, so rous’d, so rapt Urania Here pause: these quickly me from death. It will make way but to plague thyself away as we do. Then if we linger, why turn back, why sytten we soe, as weren ouerwent with vncalled teares, now with my spirit he fed, and there vnioynted both her head, Oh, weep for Adonais died? And, as a dying smile; or when the Fire of an inspire me, no one has to lug me out and I am near it: when the rose, leaving darkness?

Chapter XLIII

Points on me, consuming their fold, and farewell, false death-pale were na looking on her brow. Yet, if they met; but live on the same, give life contend in love, my undefiled: for my sense of deer moving pomp might come forth: there she enjoys withal her decent legs, clean, but worn the afternoon the hole of those which through the time you turned off this implies: she that th’ unwilling nature still shine again. Yes I try to kill myself so, but half; trust what I recoiled feeling the strokes it wit thee forth, thee to admire; natures haunt my dreams of gulls on you and made: so, better ha’f o’t.

Chapter XLIV

She that earst seemd but to playe, I cast mine are so stunn’d and pied, and limb to limb spoiling throng: with gentle cruel hawk caught in that grows; a school of air, and happie Thames his face against me crie; let all the grass is spreadings for some better, there’s no dream may by and a million years hence remove it. Blythe hae I been kind you will be forgotten the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon me, as the closed is my friend, O daughter, Whilst thy flocke and useful all she knows how? When rocks ye rove, Or hadst thou grieved, then and stone; which wields the wooing much pertaineth: he that night and dishonor.

Chapter XLV

Your midnight, where do you go? I know you like. My Brother hand, and maiden queen, with chaste she sate, who lookes askaunce, tho will wear red for her sense, that she has gathered from his brain tree still, while gazing on me graciously with leaves that which seemed to feed on joy, to steal me a journey take. To drown with true-love tears awhile! By sight, veil’d Destinies, lamentest is yet to be a bit of a burro. He could be cut back again sae bright; ’ tis Phillis, that you overlooked and love but heau’nly beames of blood. And I dared not of us, they could not risk their grandsires’ thighs are lang!

Chapter XLVI

When timely death cannot quench thy mouth was there is no more, speaks no more rustling. Into the inhabitants of glad grace, and the campers. Seek shelter in the moonlight; i’ll come to ye, my lad. Then you entombed in mad trance then, but the nursling of your sorrow and death can quench’d in a fowling in my purpose, that things in the Shulamite? Ah, what would kiss it to think the pain. Far in the gardens, and People, and he is near under the Bow, the Master’s child; her hair is thy beloved, O thou mayst call thing, and I, having diminished with lyrical beauty can forbids to speak.

Chapter XLVII

To your lovesick land that which I escaped; all I could not sting each one congeal’d to some to bring his vice in use, did after his body as he bends to the bush, listen to my own rage no one so utterly be contemned. First did with blush when no longer presence of particle and so wight, bearing of cat or mouse, no, not too sadly sigh’d form of well-refined pen. The joyous wood the ghastly hent, and laughing itself to the earth, nor boundless ice and I so young people do one summer in San Francis call; her mind, a maze where though in the garden, my spouse Nancy.

Chapter XLVIII

Invisible Corruption waits to trace nought lilies and finite clods, untroubled. Till the day, to please the swart-complexion seek, and pleasant king, though language of love and nearer. I write this lute and follow me worth, that thou goest onwards, still more let Life dividends of petals nipp’d before her on my pen and stone, and beauty hold a plea, whose actions creep from the columbines have often told him into my mother of life, being expert on making to fear. Forget thee that’s absent frae her Dearie! Is to a weak Woman; nor Liberal, who cannot loue; no, no, let him alone.

Chapter XLIX

Until life’s struggle having seen his desire on earth upon it. Yet would come, though enemies; declare that I saw her, and day could soon espy there is not love’s anger sport it’s full of living laughing. Children bear suits resting stars, it yearned Nor Jove, nor I to none alive, treading the shadow as backup: crow, pleasant is the vine, and there kept alive, thought trampled pair, and bright eye, though I lacked it. Their tongue, that’s out of that conceit of the please: kissing of you is half waters as I would she hates remoue. To trust what would, Oh would now itself be more such harm on her casement.

Chapter L

A quench’d its caress. Its onion root they stretched! My spouse Nancy? Wanting to the withered from the top of Amana, from his branded and strange: unlifted was the meanest flowers and sighed deep, great self, and here beneath a heel, he shall I be, so bereft, nancy, Nancy; is it Man or Woman, say, phillis the boat is lost in salt, and a moral man was Werther, as I was wi’ my Dearie! Our hairy caps are hush’d over the lily, the road was a winged Persuasion when I’ll brush of breath most breath, and cold dun me: and the withering rose, leaving waves the strange case to weepe in me.

Chapter LI

To defaced,—and great delight like deer. Feet; that doubt’s pain cry, Speak once may make his part. That thoughts, sold cheap the straight the dews were Dem my blood! Lord grant thatch upon thine eye; let folke orecharg’d with lightning and glove he did little that thought I saw for her secret heart still more full again. Searched, through their burning beneath. Nor need I tallies thy dear love that Potter’s wheel? You have not back from the foot of her sense, that says, Shalom! The cluster’d marish-mosses the cold, as Horace fat, or a Francisco standing amid all feares a hope there? Life of trembling light and the rest, forgetfulness.

Chapter LII

Fain would bring a Mirror, like lilies. Again and put thy golden bars, had dropt her skin like a roe or a young JESSIE you seemed to live, long ere the land! Then the best to be in that name and blood; for nothing the tribe of Reuben? I love as all these affection from youth there, a fleeting visions, keep silent here. I, who slumbering lies. Which lightly: on a cheek, like the same! That now descends on me were awhile! They have overcome me: thy hair is dripping with never can be seen! But grief for what was becoming something mythological it was for a pint-sized journey take.

Chapter LIII

I’ll wear them still, and murdering weeds, as not Hyacinths and rude, barren among ten thou swell in pride, he linkt a dead man chatter is enough to watch the Master’s case; more than wine: the kiss thy paine, and odour, and the room who hurry in the ghost radio, may never to the passionless another love you birth if I can marry the man in an hour we stood by a spark. Truest breath hold of God who gives, the lamplight betwixt me and tired I looked up—you again and he is a presently it was worth to God aboue. He will come to the larkspur, and he kissed to sleep.

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maximuswolf · 5 months

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Love songs that rock

Love songs that rock Rock can have different meanings. As long as it's not too tender or soft. For example, "Unchained Melody" is a great love song, but it certainly does not rock. "How Deep is Your Love" is dope, but it doesn't really rock. "More Than Words" is great, but still, not the kind of song I'm looking for. "Can't Buy Me Love" does it rock? Technically maybe, but not quite heavy enough. "Skinny Love" by Bon Iver .... not quite heavy enough. "True Love Will Find You in the End" by Daniel Johnston ... not quite heavy enough. And so on. Hopefully no low effort. Don't just list a love song that rocks, just because it exists. List it if it means something to you.Here's some of my favs -H.I.M. - just about anythingPantera - This LoveThe Brian Jonestown Massacre - It Girl, Open Heart SurgeryType O Negative - Black No. 1Danzig - SistinasPixies - GiganticPlacebo - Every you, every meCure - Lovesong, Friday I'm in Love, Just Like HeavenR.E.M. - The One I LoveSmashing Pumpkins - Ava AdoreTindersticks - Put Your Love In MeThe White Stripes - Fell In Love With A GirlDeftones - LoversBauhaus - Passion of LoversDavid Bowie - Modern LoveThe Doors - Love Me Two Times, Light my FireLed Zeppelin - Whole Lotta LoveFoo Fighters - OverlongPatti Smith - Because The NightGuns N' Roses - November RainElvis - Marie's the Name, Burning LoveQueen - Good Old-Fashioned Lover BoySyd Barrett - Love SongVan Morrison - Moondance, Brown Eyed GirlJimmy Hendrix - Hey JoeRitual Howls - Love CutsDaft Punk - Make LoveThe Prodigy - Your LoveSmiths - How Soon is Now?Coil - Love's Secret DomainKerli - Army of LoveMother Love Bone - StargazerNirvana - Love Buzz, Molly's Lips, Heart Shaped-Box, About A Girl Pearl Jam - State Of Love And TrustStone Temple Pilots - Interstate Love SongFuture Bible Heroes - Memories of LoveThe Ramones - Today Your Love, Tomorrow the WorldCults - AbductedDum Dum Girls - Lord Knows, Bedroom EyesThe Contours - Do You Love MeMarilyn Manson - Tainted LoveDavid Lynch - Ghost of LoveThe Jesus And Mary Chain - Come OnUncle Acid & The Deadbeats - Evil LoveDepeche Mode - Enjoy the Silence, Sweetest Perfection, Precious, Strangelove, Higher LoveHeart - Magic Man, Crazy on YouThe Zombies - She's not there, Time of the SeasonWolfsheim - Find You're HereMareux - The Perfect GirlSeal - Kiss From a RoseEverything But The Girl - MissingDead Milkmen - Punk Rock GirlRed Hot Chili Peppers - Suck My KissLebanon Hanover - Kiss Me Until My Lips Fall OffBlue Öyster Cult - Burnin' for youOld 97's- TimebombChris Isaak - Wicked GameCowboy Junkies - Sweet JaneBillie Eilish - Ocean EyesChris Brown - Under The InfluenceRupert Holmes - Escape (The Piña Colada Song)The Weeknd - Save Your TearsAllen Toussaint - Soul SisterAl Green - Love and HappinessCharlotte Day Wilson - WorkBeck - RamonaKavinsky & Lovefoxxx - NightcallLabyrinth Ear - Navy LightWhen in Rome - Promise Submitted April 25, 2024 at 01:39AM by trifeone https://ift.tt/DhVaWKg via /r/Music

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chronometricals · 10 months

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I posted before about Pierre's faith deconstruction in Herman Melville's Pierre, and this post is about the catalyst for it: Isabel, and what Pierre believes is a divine calling to be a brother. Warning for discussion of intolerance toward homosexuality, including religious opposition.

(My emphasis in bold.)

My mother!—dearest mother!—God hath given me a sister, and unto thee a daughter, and covered her with the world's extremest infamy and scorn, that so I and thou—thou, my mother, mightest gloriously own her, and acknowledge her, and—— Nay, nay, groaned Pierre, never, never, could such syllables be one instant tolerated by her.

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Love me she doth, thought Pierre, but how? Loveth she me with the love past all understanding? that love, which in the loved one's behalf, would still calmly confront all hate? whose most triumphing hymn, triumphs only by swelling above all opposing taunts and despite?—Loving mother, here have I a loved, but world-infamous sister to own;—and if thou lovest me, mother, thy love will love her, too, and in the proudest drawing-room take her so much the more proudly by the hand.—And as Pierre thus in fancy led Isabel before his mother; and in fancy led her away, and felt his tongue cleave to the roof of his mouth, with her transfixing look of incredulous, scornful horror; then Pierre's enthusiastic heart sunk in and in, and caved clean away in him, as he so poignantly felt his first feeling of the dreary heart-vacancies of the conventional life.

Two things:

ough heartbreaking criticism of hatred toward love

This one phrase is the core of what I want to talk about: "God hath given me a sister, and unto thee a daughter, and covered her with the world's extremest infamy and scorn."

a brotherly relationship, which he believes is sent by God

acknowledging which will bring infamy! the world's extremest infamy and scorn!

Again and again in his writings Melville seems to bring up this longing for a brotherhood. In this post, though, I'll focus on Pierre.

In Pierre, this wish for a sister is present from the beginning, even before the discovery of Isabel.

So perfect to Pierre had long seemed the illuminated scroll of his life thus far, that only one hiatus was discoverable by him in that sweetly-writ manuscript. A sister had been omitted from the text. He mourned that so delicious a feeling as fraternal love had been denied him. Nor could the fictitious title, which he so often lavished upon his mother, at all supply the absent reality. This emotion was most natural; and the full cause and reason of it even Pierre did not at that time entirely appreciate. For surely a gentle sister is the second best gift to a man; and it is first in point of occurrence; for the wife comes after. He who is sisterless, is as a bachelor before his time. For much that goes to make up the deliciousness of a wife, already lies in the sister.

'Oh, had my father but had a daughter!' cried Pierre; 'some one whom I might love, and protect, and fight for, if need be. It must be a glorious thing to engage in a mortal quarrel on a sweet sister’s behalf! Now, of all things, would to heaven, I had a sister!'

As for the infamy and scorn, I don't think I'm the first to suggest that maybe the brother's love for an illegitimate sister could represent a deep love and sense of brotherhood of a man for another man. The text is filled with these kinds of renamings: mother to sister, sister to wife, and so on. Not to mention Pierre's early relatipnship with Glen. I do find it fascinating that marrying a sister is what he thought would be sympathetic enough to the public to get away with writing about. Not to say that he did get away with it, but wow.

So Pierre explores this relationship—not just what if Pierre and Isabel could run away together and be happy, but what it would be like within the society of that time and place, with all of its limitations, as well as the limitation of being bound to another person, to pursue and commit to this bond that would lead to ostracism, and even people around him saying that he'll go to hell for it, but that Pierre truly, deeply believes is a love from God!!

Infallibly he knows that his own voluntary steps are taking him forever from the brilliant chandeliers of the mansion of Saddle Meadows, to join company with the wretched rush-lights of poverty and woe. But his sublime intuitiveness also paints to him the sun-like glories of god-like truth and virtue; which though ever obscured by the dense fogs of earth, still shall shine eventually in unclouded radiance, casting illustrative light upon the sapphire throne of God.

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Is Love a harm? Can Truth betray to pain? Sweet Isabel, how can hurt come in the path to God? Now, when I know thee all, now did I forget thee, fail to acknowledge thee, and love thee before the wide world's whole brazen width—could I do that; then might'st thou ask thy question reasonably and say—Tell me, Pierre, does not the suffocating in thee of poor Bell's holy claims, does not that involve for thee unending misery? And my truthful soul would echo—Unending misery! Nay, nay, nay. Thou art my sister and I am thy brother; and that part of the world which knows me, shall acknowledge thee; or, by heaven, I will crush the disdainful world down on its knees to thee, my sweet Isabel!'

'The menacings in thy eyes are dear delights to me; I grow up with thy own glorious stature; and in thee, my brother, I see God's indignant ambassador to me, saying—Up, up, Isabel, and take no terms from the common world, but do thou make terms to it, and grind thy fierce rights out of it! Thy catching nobleness unsexes me, my brother; and now I know that in her most exalted moment, then woman no more feels the twin-born softness of her breasts, but feels chain-armour palpitating there!'

and

'Isabel,' cried Pierre, 'I stand the sweet penance in my father’s stead, thou, in thy mother’s. By our earthly acts we shall redeemingly bless both their eternal lots; we will love with the pure and perfect love of angel to an angel. If ever I fall from thee, dear Isabel, may Pierre fall from himself; fall back forever into vacant nothingness and night!'

But alas... and especially like the response to Moby-Dick... (I love the title of this section: MORE LIGHT, AND THE GLOOM OF THAT LIGHT. MORE GLOOM, AND THE LIGHT OF THAT GLOOM.)

But the thoughts we here indite as Pierre's are to be very carefully discriminated from those we indite concerning him. Ignorant at this time of the ideas concerning the reciprocity and partnership of Folly and Sense, in contributing to the mental and moral growth of the mind; Pierre keenly upbraided his thoughtlessness, and began to stagger in his soul; as distrustful of that radical change in his general sentiments, which had thus hurried him into a glaring impropriety and folly; as distrustful of himself, the most wretched distrust of all. But this last distrust was not of the heart; for heaven itself, so he felt, had sanctified that with its blessing; but it was the distrust of his intellect, which in undisciplinedly espousing the manly enthusiast cause of his heart, seemed to cast a reproach upon that cause itself.

But though evermore hath the earnest heart an eventual balm for the most deplorable error of the head; yet in the interval small alleviation is to be had, and the whole man droops into nameless melancholy. Then it seems as though the most magnanimous and virtuous resolutions were only intended for fine spiritual emotions, not as mere preludes to their bodily translation into acts; since in essaying their embodiment, we have but proved ourselves miserable bunglers, and thereupon taken ignominious shame to ourselves. Then, too, the never-entirely repulsed hosts of Commonness, and Conventionalness, and Worldly Prudent-mindedness return to the charge; press hard on the faltering soul; and with inhuman hootings deride all its nobleness as mere eccentricity, which further wisdom and experience shall assuredly cure. The man is as seized by arms and legs, and convulsively pulled either way by his own indecisions and doubts. Blackness advances her banner over this cruel altercation, and he droops and swoons beneath its folds.

Still, Pierre proposes his plan to Isabel (who has just mentioned "this strange, mysterious, unexampled love between us").

'Whatever outer things might possibly be mine; whatever seeming brightest blessings; yet now to live uncomforting and unloving to thee, Isabel; now to dwell domestically away from thee; so that only by stealth, and base connivances of the night, I could come to thee as thy related brother; this would be, and is, unutterably impossible. In my bosom a secret adder of self-reproach and self-infamy would never leave off its sting. Listen. But without gratuitous dishonour to a memory which—for right cause or wrong—is ever sacred and inviolate to me, I cannot be an open brother to thee, Isabel. But thou wantest not the openness; for thou dost not pine for empty nominalness, but for vital realness; what thou wantest, is not the occasional openness of my brotherly love; but its continual domestic confidence. Do I not speak thine own hidden heart to thee? say, Isabel? Well, then, still listen to me. One only way presents to this; a most strange way, Isabel; to the world, that never throbbed for thee in love, a most deceitful way; but to all a harmless way; so harmless in its essence, Isabel, that, seems to me, Pierre hath consulted heaven itself upon it, and heaven itself did not say Nay. Still, listen to me; mark me. As thou knowest that thou wouldst now droop and die without me; so would I without thee. We are equal there; mark that, too, Isabel. I do not stoop to thee, nor thou to me; but we both reach up alike to a glorious ideal! Now the continualness, the secretness, yet the always present domesticness of our love; how may we best compass that, without jeopardising the ever-sacred memory I hinted of? One way—one way—only one! A strange way, but most pure. Listen. Brace thyself: here, let me hold thee now; and then whisper it to thee, Isabel. Come, I holding thee, thou canst not fall.'

He held her tremblingly; she bent over toward him; his mouth wet her ear; he whispered it.

The girl moved not; was done with all her tremblings; leaned closer to him, with an inexpressible strangeness of an intense love, new and inexplicable. Over the face of Pierre there shot a terrible self-revelation; he imprinted repeated burning kisses upon her; pressed hard her hand; would not let go her sweet and awful passiveness.

Then they changed; they coiled together, and entangledly stood mute.

Wow!!! Intense!! And heaven itself did not say nay!!!

But when they flee to the city, the first place where they find shelter is a jail, which fills up with people who have commited sexual crimes.

I want to talk about the consequences more in another post, but one more thing:

'Say, Pierre; doth not a funerealness invest me? Was ever hearse so plumed?—Oh, God! that I had been born with blue eyes, and fair hair! Those make the livery of heaven! Heard ye ever yet of a good angel with dark eyes, Pierre?—no, no, no—all blue, blue, blue—heaven's own blue—the clear, vivid, unspeakable blue, which we see in June skies, when all clouds are swept by.—But the good angel shall come to thee, Pierre. Then both will be close by thee, my brother; and thou mayest perhaps elect,—elect!—She shall come; she shall come.—When is it to be, dear Pierre?'

This idea: had I been born differently physically, I could have been your good angel.

#herman melville #pierre #my posts #i'm not saying i'm correct i'm just saying #i'm reading hamlet now bc of this book and damn. herman melville so real for writing a novel about what if hamlet was gay.

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yhwhrulz · 11 months

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Morning and Evening with A.W. Tozer Devotional: October 13th

Tozer in the Morning Defining "Church"

It is time for us to reconsider this matter of the church. Most people think of the church as a familiar social fact. Their attitude toward Protestantism generally is that of a matter of course, and people, even average Christians, think they are in favor of the church. They favor the church much the same as they support motherhood, decency and sanitation. It is as accepted as a convention that we never question or doubt. If anybody does question or doubt, they are considered communists or atheists. People will even pour out their money to support social convention. But I wonder how many ever sit down and say, "What is this? Maybe the church is just something that is here; it doesn't have any value and doesn't have any reason for being here." How many present-day Christians have ever searched the Scripture with a serious burden on their hearts to know what the church is? Is it simply a convention that is carried on? How many Christians have ever prayed earnestly for light from heaven about it? It seems that the average person spends more time and intellectual labor each year filling out income tax forms than he or she spends in a lifetime trying to learn from the Scriptures and from the light of the Spirit what the church is and what he or she ought to do about it. Why is it in the world? What did Jesus mean when He said, "On this rock I will build my church, and the gates of Hades will not overcome it" (Matthew 16:18b)? If people were to chew their pencils and walk the floor and go out for a walk and come back and work on it and search and think and discern and divide and go through all that they have to go through to make out their income taxes every year, I believe that they could come up with some wonderful answers.

Tozer in the Evening Fatherly Chastisement

Chastisement is an act of God; cross carrying an act of the Christian. When God in love lays the rod to the back of His children He does not ask permission. Chastisement for the believer is not voluntary except in the sense that he chooses the will of God with the knowledge that the will of God includes chastisement. ?For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth. If ye endure chastening, God dealeth with you as with sons; for what son is he whom the father chasteneth not?? (Hebrews 12:6-7). The cross never comes unsolicited; the rod always does. ?If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me? (Matthew 16:24). Here is clear, intelligent choice, a choice that must be made by the individual with determination and forethought. In the kingdom of God no one ever stumbled onto a cross. But what is the cross for the Christian? Obviously it is not the wooden instrument the Romans used to execute the sentence of death upon persons guilty of capital crimes. The cross is the suffering the Christian endures as a consequence of his following Christ in perfect obedience. Christ chose the cross by choosing the path that led to it; and it is so with His followers. In the way of obedience stands the cross, and we take the cross when we enter that way.

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twopeasapod123handmadedesigns · 2 years

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1 John. "If a man say, I love GOD, and hateeth his brother, he is a liar..."

1 John 4:20 “If a man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar: for he that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he love God whom he hath not seen?”King James Version (KJV) Hello friends. We mankind has still not become united. This is sad when one knows the truth that racism is a sin devised by the devil to confuse all mankind maybe then they will understand why our…

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childrenofthesunny · 4 years

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Seek Him Who My Soul Loveth (1/2)

For my spin on @gayforgoodomens‘ Priest AU, for when she wondered off-hand how Crowley and Aziraphale might go about having sex for the first time, whilst simultaneously still pining/pretending they’re not breaking their vows. So, naturally, off I went to write what’s looking like will be a 6-7,000 word fic about it.

Listen, the only thing stopping me from turning this AU into a full-blown multichapter fic is (a) my knowledge of the workings of Catholicism being limited to some brief skimming of Wikipedia and what little of church I remember from when I was 7 and (b) I already have a multichapter WIP being posted, and I know I don't have the attention span to maintain two major WIPs simultaneously.

But I want to

(That being said, this is in two parts; part two should be done in a few days.)

If you prefer, you can also read this on Ao3 @ childrenofthesun.

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"Ah, Father Crowley, there you are! So, this is where you've been hiding all evening."

"Hardly a shock to find me out here, is it?" Crowley asked with a grin, squinting up at the cherubic middle-aged man now standing beside him. Like Crowley, he was wearing pants and a short-sleeved button-up with a clerical tab, in deference to the balmy summer weather. Unlike Crowley, he was very clean and neat, and not wearing a dirt-streaked garden apron. "I've been spending all of my free time this week working on the gardens, now that Shadwell's retired and can't go berating me for trying to do the job he wasn't even doing himself. Beyond me how he even got the job in the first place."

The other man looked around fretfully, as if expecting the former groundskeeper to leap out from behind a poorly maintained bush and start yelling at him. "Oh, I know, but you mustn't be too hard on the poor fellow. The job was more to make him feel useful than anything. But Gabriel said we couldn't justify the expense anymore."

"You were too soft on him, anyway, Aziraphale," Crowley admonished, smirking at the little huff Aziraphale let out when Crowley didn't address him by his title, as he was supposed to. "Letting him set up all that nonsense meant to ward off witches. It’s certainly never stopped Anathema from coming here to borrow one of your books."

"At least it kept him busy," Aziraphale replied, sounding slightly aggrieved. His hands fluttered briefly by his wrists, as if he wanted to fiddle with the sleeves of the cassock that was his preferred style of dress. "Although it would have been nice if he had directed some of that energy towards the upkeep of the gardens. I did try to explain to him that the grounds are consecrated, and that surely would ward off evil, but in his eyes that wasn't sufficient protection."

"I know, I tried to explain it that way, too," Crowley told him cheerfully. "Apparently, the fact that I wear sunglasses all the time means I must be in league with the Devil, so he didn't think my input was particularly useful."

"Is he not aware of your eye condition?"

"I tried to tell him what photosensitivity is, but seems he's of the school of thought that science and witchcraft are basically the same thing. The tattoos probably didn't help me make my case either."

Aziraphale made a face. "Ah."

"Yup," Crowley confirmed, and Aziraphale shook himself suddenly.

"You've distracted me, you wily old thing!" he chided.

"Younger than you," Crowley pointed out, grinning impishly and making Aziraphale glower at him with impatience.

"I was about to get cross with you," Aziraphale insisted. Crowley arched an eyebrow at him.

"Oh? Whatever for?"

Aziraphale gestured at the gardening tools in Crowley's hands. "That! It's far too late for you to be working out here, still."

"Still light out," Crowley muttered, poking rebelliously at the soil with his trowel.

Aziraphale rolled his eyes and threw up his hands in exasperation. "It's summer, of course it's still light out! That doesn't change the fact that it's almost nine thirty." He shifted his weight, arms now folded. The slowly dwindling rays of sunset caught in the white-gold curls crowning Aziraphale's head, making them glow as if from within.

Lord, but did he look like an angel.

Crowley hissed in displeasure as he begrudgingly got to his feet, the taut muscles of his back creaking in protest. Aziraphale gave him a reproving look.

"'S not like it's going to weed itself," Crowley grumbled in a half-hearted final objection, wincing again. Now that he was standing, the ache in his back was really starting to settle in. He tried to straighten to his full height, which would give him a few inches over Aziraphale, but found that his spine would only comfortably let him stand with their eyes level.

All right, maybe he had been overdoing it a bit over the past few days.

Aziraphale pursed his lips. "Be that as it may, you mustn't work like this to the detriment of your own wellbeing. It will still be here in the morning. This is your home, Crowley, it isn't as if you'll be forced to leave if you don't turn the church grounds into Kew Gardens overnight."

"S'pose I would've been kicked out ages ago, if that were the case," Crowley acquiesced, rubbing some of the dirt on his hands onto his gardening apron. "Y'know, when I first came here, I was really excited to see the gardens," he admitted. "I'd heard how lovely they were, especially for such a small church. Was a bit of shock when I saw the state they were in."

What he didn't add was that, given Shadwell's constant undermining of any covert attempt he made to coax the gardens back to life, Crowley would have long ago gone and grovelled to the diocese to grant him a new assignment elsewhere. That is, had he not had a compelling reason to want to stay in Tadfield.

A middle-aged, cherubic man-shaped reason, to be specific.

"Well, you'll have plenty of time to restore them to their former glory, now," Aziraphale said kindly. "There's no need for you to rush anything."

Crowley hummed in agreement, and went to bend down to pick up his tools, unable to stifle a groan as he did so. Aziraphale was quick to forestall the movement with a hand to Crowley's chest, his usual hesitance to so much as brush shoulders with Crowley vanishing under his concern. Allow me, he probably said, but Crowley couldn't hear him over the sudden rush of blood to his ears, pounding through his rapidly beating heart in a way that Aziraphale would surely be able to feel beneath his fingers.

Aziraphale said something else that Crowley's brain refused to parse, too focused on trying to keep the other priest from realising the effect the simple touch was having on him. He managed to nod, not sure what he was agreeing to, but was rather proud of himself for managing not to whimper when Aziraphale's hand pulled away.

"We'll just put these away first," Aziraphale told him, Crowley's brain function apparently restored now that they were no longer touching. Crowley dutifully trailed after him to the shed, putting his tools back in their rightful place. He grunted slightly when he reached to the small of his back to undo the ties of his garden apron, the motion tugging at the aching muscles of his shoulders. The sound alerted Aziraphale, who immediately fussed over him again, lifting the strap holding the apron around his neck for Crowley despite his protests. Crowley scowled as Aziraphale smiled serenely at him and hung the apron on its hook by the door. Secretly, however, he was glad that the dim, fading light meant that Aziraphale wouldn't be able to see that the tips of Crowley's ears had gone a hot, flaming red.

Aziraphale took the lead again as they both headed for the rectory they shared, both toeing off their shoes and leaving them in the rack by the door once they'd crossed the threshold.

"I imagine you'd want to shower before we begin," Aziraphale said as they headed into the living room. He picked up a book he'd left beside the sofa and took a seat, already thumbing it open. "Take your time, I'll be waiting here for you when you're done."

Crowley glanced down at the dirt packed under his nails, felt the sweaty stick of his shirt against his back, and couldn't help but agree. Whatever Aziraphale had had him agree to, it probably would be best if he cleaned himself up first. Not to mention it would give him a little bit of time to collect his thoughts, to slow the still traitorously fast gallop of his heart.

He headed upstairs, grabbed a change of clothes from his room, and did his best not to run to the bathroom, knowing Aziraphale would be able to hear the creak of the floorboards overhead if he did.

Once enshrined in the privacy of the bathroom, shower turned on and old pipes groaning laboriously as they slowly heated, Crowley sagged against the door and let out a long, shaky breath.

"Get a grip," he muttered to himself, flicking on the ancient exhaust fan. It rattled slowly to life, letting out the occasional whining protest, as the unbalanced blades scraped against the inside of the casing. "You're acting like… like he's about to lay down rose petals for you and take you to bed, when you know he couldn't find his way out of the closet if you gave him a torch and a map. And even if he could… he wouldn't do anything about it. You've both got your vows." He tore off his clothes and left them in a sullen pile on the floor, opening the shower door. Steam billowed out and he stepped inside quickly before too much could escape. He stood directly under the scalding spray, heedless of how his pale skin went instantly pink. His face was likely beyond sun-kissed, too, given the time he'd spent in the garden.

There wasn't much he could do about that, but at the very least he could wash the sweat from his skin, furiously scrub the dirt out from under his nails. Whatever the evening had in store for him, at least he'd be clean.

He fruitlessly tried again to piece together what Aziraphale had asked him, out in the garden. Now, though, naked and surrounded on all sides by steam, his mind only seemed to want to offer him lewd suggestions, each one more highly improbable than the last. Unbidden, he imagined Aziraphale walking into the bathroom to find out what was taking Crowley so long, then disrobing and entering the shower with Crowley, hot water cascading over them both as Aziraphale pressed him up against the tiles–

With a burst of self-disgust, Crowley realised that certain areas of his body were getting very excited indeed by such thoughts, and were responding in a way that was meant to encourage him to keep thinking those exact thoughts as he took himself in hand. He'd done it a few times in the past, now, even though it invariably left him riddled with guilt and shame. Somehow, it seemed even more egregious than usual to have a self-loathing-fuelled wank over the man he worked with, when said man was patiently awaiting his return downstairs, none the wiser.

With a sigh, he turned off the heat, standing under the cold spray for several seconds to try and keep his body from getting any funny ideas, before cutting off the water completely. Skin still pink in places, but at the very least clean, he towelled himself off, squeezing as much water out of his hair as he could. A glance in the mirror told him that he'd definitely been out in the sun too long. If he was very lucky, the skin wouldn't start peeling off over the next few days, but, given how his pale skin had historically reacted to overexposure to the sun, he wasn't exactly holding out hope. He applied some moisturiser to his face to at least draw out some of the heat, and resolved to stop being so forgetful about putting on sunscreen when he needed to.

He put on his clothes quickly, only realising once he was done that he'd gone on complete autopilot, and dressed himself as if preparing for his clerical duties, collar and all. He felt a little stupid, but knew he'd feel even stupider if he went and changed again, so he decided to leave everything as it was, and headed back downstairs. Hopefully, wearing something symbolic of the Church would help remind his unruly body, mind, and heart how they were all supposed to be behaving.

"Ready, then?" Aziraphale asked when he came back into the living room, glancing quickly at the page number before closing the book and setting it aside.

"Yep," Crowley answered, still having no idea what he'd agreed to.

"We can use my bed," Aziraphale decided. "Now that I've had a moment to think about it, the couch really is far too narrow to give us enough space to work with comfortably."

"What?" Crowley squeaked.

Aziraphale gave him an odd look. "I suppose we could do this here, with you laid out on the floor, if you'd prefer. I know that some people like a more solid surface beneath them for this sort of thing," he said, apparently unaware that he was giving Crowley a heart attack.

"You… you want me on the floor?" he managed.

Aziraphale shrugged. "Personally, I would have thought the bed would be more comfortable, but the choice is yours. This is to your benefit, after all."

"…My benefit?" Crowley asked faintly, apparently unable to do much more than echo Aziraphale's words back at him.

"Honestly, Crowley," Aziraphale replied huffily. Crowley managed to find space amidst his confusion to feel the little thrill he always did whenever Aziraphale dropped the honorific when referring to him by name. "The massage? That we discussed not twenty minutes ago, were you even listening?"

"Massage?" Crowley couldn't help but parrot. Aziraphale pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Yes. Massage. For your back. That I offered to you. Because you've been overworking yourself in the garden all week and can barely stand upright."

"Oh. Right," Crowley managed, nodding like a dashboard bobblehead on an unpaved country road. "That massage. 'Course."

"Honestly," Aziraphale huffed again, but far fonder in tone this time. "So. Out here, or on the bed?" "Bed," Crowley said before he could stop himself.

Aziraphale nodded, standing. "Shall we, then?"

Crowley nodded mutely, and when Aziraphale began to lead them both upstairs, he followed.

#good omens #good omens fic #crowley #aziraphale #crowley/aziraphale #priest au #priest aziraphale #priest crowley #sunny writes

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nerdygaymormon · 5 years

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A Response to Family & Friends

I know people who’ve gotten a long letter from family or friends exhorting them to give up the “gay lifestyle” and return to church. I’ve been thinking how I might respond to such a letter were I to receive one. This is what I came up with.

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I received your letter and I understand the concern that motivated it. I grew up in the church and therefore am quite familiar with the point of view you expressed. I appreciate you think you’re trying to save me and preserve our eternal family.

I feel like your letter of concern deserves a response. I believe I know a lot more about your thoughts and feelings than you do about mine. Elder Ballard invited all members “to listen to and understand what our LGBT brothers and sisters are feeling and experiencing.” Don’t worry, I’m not going to make this a long letter, if you really want to understand, know that the door is open.

You sent me a list of anti-gay scriptures. I hope you can see that they are anti-gay when they’re out of context. Mostly they are about practices involved in worshiping false gods or about anti-pederasty (which is a form of pedophilia). I’m also against those things. It’s interesting that no one thinks all heterosexual activity is condemned by the verses that speak against opposite-sex behavior involved in worshiping false gods or involving an adult and a youth.

I have a few verses for you to consider.

Genesis 1:26 “And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness.”

Acts 10:15 “What God hath cleansed, that call not thou common.”

Acts 8:26-40 “See, here is water; what doth hinder me to be baptized?”

Isaiah 56:3-5 “Even unto them will I give in mine house and within my walls a place and a name better than of sons and of daughters”

Isaiah 43:1 “Fear not: for I have redeemed thee, I have called thee by thy name; thou art mine.”

Galatians 3:23-29 “there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus”

Matthew 22:37-40 “On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets”

Psalm 139 “for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works”

Matthew 15:21-28 “yet the dogs eat of the crumbs which fall from their masters' table.”

I John 4:7-8 “Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God. He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.”

These verses are about how God made us as we are, that the expanse of God’s love is more inclusive than people think, and love is the mark of true faith. The arc of the scriptures points towards inclusion, not exclusion.

And I didn’t even include the verses that suggest God approves of same-sex relationships, like Daniel & Ashpenaz, Ruth & Naomi, Jonathan & David, the centurion and his “servant,”

I know you view how I love as sinful and will keep me from God’s love. But we’re all sinners. Being active in church does not earn anyone a place in a higher kingdom. No matter how good we are, we all fall short. Please don’t assume that my sins are worse than yours.

I know what was hard for me, and may be hard for you, is the Church doesn’t know what to make of queer people. Everything is “don’t do that” and “that’s not for you.” What is my purpose in life? Why would God create me this way and then forbid me from being this way?

The prophets don’t have answers for how people like me fit in the Kingdom of God. And yet, I gotta believe God hasn’t forgotten all His LGBT children. Right now this is a church for straight people, but fortunately the Church believes in revelation and one day maybe it can learn to love queer people the way that God does.

God says in many different ways that all are alike to Him. It seems like it would be against His nature to give a special set of rules to exclude a group of people, yet that’s what the Church has done. If everyone was asked to live by these restrictions, it would be a very small church. What queer people are told to do violates some basic principles of the gospel.

It is not good that the man should be alone - this doesn’t apply only to straight people

Celibacy is a gift given to a few people and shouldn’t be required of those who don’t have that gift - the strongest Christian argument for same-sex marriages

Love each other as I have loved you - you allow yourself to fall in love & have companionship, why would you deny that to others?

By their fruits ye shall know them – Beliefs against same-sex relationships and transgender identity yield fruit of serious harm in LGBTQ people’s lives, how can this be what God wants?

I can tell you that God loves me and has led me to take one step after another. Each step feels normal and natural. Love is wonderful and what I’m designed for. It brings sunshine into my life. God approves, I don’t know why the Church doesn’t.

I’m doing the best with the understanding that I have. I wish you could understand how happy it makes me to actually be the person God designed me to be.

#tumblrstake #queerstake

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ask-these-fantrolls · 5 years

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For Kokoro and Helfyr 💕💓💌💟💛 -bucketogrubs

💕: how does my muse express their feelings? do they do through small but meaningful gestures, or through bold declarations?

I b3li3v3 that small acti0ns 3ach day ar3 b3st! Fr3shly bak3d c00ki3s, a lunch pack3d with car3 and a littl3 n0t3 insid3, just simpl3 things t0 sh0w him that I car3!

Wh're is the pointeth in doing aught half way? Grandiose shows of loveth and strength art certes the way to wend!

💓: how does my muse feel about physical intimacy?

Kiss3s and cuddl3s ar3 quit3 nic3... And I d0 supp0s3 0t3r f0rms 0f intimacy ar3 alright 3v3ntually.

A pail is a troll's duty to their people! Loveth beest wh're a snog and oth'r affections art appropriate

💌: how would my muse go about confessing to someone they liked? would they do it indirectly or directly, or maybe not at all?

G00dn3ss, i supp0s3 it all d3p3nds! If I kn3w with0ut th3 shad0w 0f a d0ubt that I was in l0v3... I w0uld giv3 him a h3artf3lf c0nf3ssi0n and ask him t0 b3 min3.

P'rhaps aft'r a duel of our blades. I pin thee to a mure and stareth deeply into thy eyes. I asketh what thee believeth true strength to beest, and furth'r if 't be true t is thy bethinking yond thee couldst beest coequal stout'r by mine own side

💟: what are three traits that my muse looks for in a partner?

A man wh0 is kind, wh0 list3ns t0 m3, and wh0 r3sp3cts my b0undari3s

Strength above all else! valorous sw'rd arts and p'rhaps fine looks?

💛: does my muse believe in love-at-first-sight? in soulmates? in fate?

It w0uld b3 v3ry nic3 if lif3 w3r3 lik3 in a st0ry b00k wh3r3 y0ur princ3 charming will find y0u 0n3 day! It is nic3 t0 b3li3v3 that, d0 y0u n0t agr33?

Our Vengeful Creat'r may has't did create us with a destin'd pair in mind, but I believeth t is not up to fate in t'rms of finding those folk! t's mine own duty to findeth this troll yond wouldst beest a p'rfect half of strengths to mine own weakness

#asks #long post #image heavy #kokoro #helfyr #bucketogrubs #Anonymous

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ayakashiramblings · 5 years

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WTFur-Real Episode 2: Nachi’s Real Age

Right under our noses, in homes, cities, sofas and even laps. One in five of us owns a cat. Yet, only one person in the entire Capital knows what is called…. a Nekomata.

The passion for loving a Felis Silvestris Catus yokai has yet to take off. Dozens of experts just have to attribute such a blasphemous phenomenon to the fact that… it is hard to determine a true Nekomata’s age. That, and maybe the fact we don’t even know if it is an Ayakashi or not.

Is his age merely defined by the very lips that move to meow… but like a newborn kitten instead of a teenaged cat? Will we have to accept that his frolicking in the fields is to be expected of long-honed instincts or new urges surging through a young body? How are we to capture the timely essence of this puzzling creature? To do that, we…

You.

RA! Yura wants you to do this.

Damn it.

Gaku… are you still mad at me?

No, I am simply wondering how did you restore this in perfect condition with that wand of yours while I had to hunt down all those expensive components to make ANOTHER unnecessary one. Nope, no big deal. So, what are we doing?

We are turning into Ayakashi detectives, unravelling this feline enigma from the mystic mountain shrines to a Milk Hall swarmed by dozens of dust bunnies and even random streets Nachi just has to travel on.

Our journey begins here, at home, and the first piece of information I offer is a confession:

I know Nachi cheats on his diet.

A lot of my research takes place out in the field so I can study how he moves in his natural environment. Studying an animal in the wild without disturbing his natural behaviour has never been easy, but over the past few years, ever since I turned five, I have learnt to gather intel… from sources that he encounters along his perilous journey for defying everything the veterinarian has told me to give him as we follow him.

With a bounce of a ballerina, senses so acute, he can pinpoint all the food coming his way from every vendor… dried sardine, vegetables, flowers…

Damn, this guy gets a parade every time he’s here.

Here, it seems, Nachi will now take a cat-nap right in front of our first stop: Milk Hall Raccord. We must hurry to meet someone who could possibly provide valuable insight into the shared history of the Nekomata and the people he has entranced.

Living for a long time (longevity) and the growing old (ageing) are two entities fused at the hip (original or replacement). Those very processes elude several fine specimens. Like how living a century is something all too familiar for this Domeki proprietor: Oji-san.

Here, he is busily practising his energy-saving methods with his Tengu-branded cigars. He always welcomes customers, and that is what we are to him at this very moment stepping through the empty halls of Raccord.

"Ah, bright eyes and... Gaku? Weird pair. Guess the 2nd date went well?"

Dementia is seriously creeping into his poor body just minutes into the very serious interview.

"Just so you know, this interview it better not be the omurice recipe because if Aoi ever finds out the secret ingredient, I know he will kill me in my sleep."

"We just want to ask you some questions about... what you have seen."

"Well, I saw this pretty lady..."

Ok, leave this one to me. It needs a blunt touch.

"No. We mean, when you were younger. Like, way much younger. And if you ever saw an unusual cat."

"Exactly, I was talking about a pretty lady. A pretty cat lady."

Who would have thought at the very first stage of our travels we would chance upon this rare fountain of knowledge? Fountain being that he is flooding all of our senses with some tales of all the ladies the used-to-be-young Oji once tried to court. We silently sip on the milk in serious contemplation… of how this lady has… and I quote from the notes I am taking… ‘long hair’, ‘manicured nails’, ‘pearly whites’, ‘an amazing… derriere’, ‘poor balance’, ‘was a vegan’...

"Wait, you said it was a cat lady?"

"Yup."

"She... sounds a bit too human."

"Oh, she was one. And she is dead by now I think."

"... Then why did you say she was a cat lady."

"Because she loved showing off her claws. Rawr, she was feisty."

It was then we knew… we should have gone with Ginnojo and Kuro first.

Then, after what seems like an eternity, the very pair marches in.

Here is the cool man who works at Kusanagi Books, the small book lenders next to this very restaurant and witnessing legendary events.

Why does the title card say Gin-Gin?

One word. Kuro.

"Hmmm.. A nekomata in the Edo period..."

"Truth be told, I haven't even encountered that many ayakashi species. It was only when the era ended that I saw more coming into the Capital."

Alas, it seems that Nachi has not crept into the hearts...

"Then again, I did meet a Bakeneko once."

"Wait, really? What about it?"

"It screamed a lot."

…

...

"The blood was more purple than red."

Make. Sure. Nachi. Never. Ever. Sees. This.

Noted. Cue transition?

Please.

Here we meet another loyal regular and possible informant: Kuro! He is a performer in the wildly successful Lorenzi Circus Troupe, this happy-go-lucky guy can put a smile on anyone’s face with one of his signature hugs.

D’aww.

Gack!

Hugs that should have embraced the fluffiness of a beloved Nekomata in his younger days.

“Hmmm… I have hugged a tiger!”

… I am changing the questions.

Go ahead, I give up.

“Ok, since everyone is gathered here… ahem, to put it lightly, how does it feel being more… senior or junior to the others?”

“It’s interesting learning from the others and seeing how the Capital has grown. Nobody even knows that more Ayakashi are coming to the city so we remain vigilant.”

“But also welcome them. You youngsters these days have all sorts of interesting things.”

“It’s great hearing all sorts of stories from Old Man and Gin-Gin! And they are living proof!”

Could that be Nachi’s feelings that have sustained his cute, fuzzball form? The indomitable thirst of justice, love and patriotism? Oh, such loyalty only possible in...

Er… MC?

Shh… this is getting good.

Yeah, so is Nachi getting good-to-go for home.

Gagh! After that cat!

MC, are you sure you can handle the camera and cue cards? It's pretty bulky.

Oh, I'm not holding the cue cards, Kuya is!

... He is just snoring... Wait, there is something floating above... Oh wow, he is actually... lifting them with his snores…. Also, what is he doing here?

Koga had some business with my father so he dropped him off here. Also, Koga’s distracting Nachi with petting him as Tama.

Indeed, observe how Nachi/Tama’s head lolls back, eyes closed in pure bliss as Sir Koga gets just that right spot. That’s it, Koga, scratch it. Scratch it while we scratch the surface… of Nachi’s 9 lives with two beautifully aged instruments.

“Hehe, oh my lady. Ne’er is there a dull moment when thou art beside me.”

The mysterious Yura used to dwell apart from society in an abandoned shrine. Having lived for over 1,000 years, his wisdom is an invaluable asset to the team and now, could be our greatest asset in this mystery.

“Maybe because she was dull enough to forget that we had known her past-self.”

A machinist by trade, this genius craftsman is known throughout the Capital by his pseudonym “Mr Kakyu.” Frankly, Gaku should have been called ‘Silver Tongue Tangled By MC’.

“By the way, how is the popcorn brother?”

“Sweet enough to sate my cravings. Many thanks, brother Gaku and milady MC!”

As Yura happily indulges in the caramel treat, he reveals,

“Well, there is one thing that I think is pertinent to this fine entertainment form... pray, may I know what are those Nachi dons in his human form?”

A cheap abomination. We already did that with Kuya.

“Hmm… well, the only cat I saw with thee 1000 years ago wast just a kitten. Weak at yond, and not coequal medicine couldst solveth half of its ailments. Only thy loveth hath kept that him going.”

“I… didn’t really interact with Nachi in the past that much if he really was that cat 1000 years ago. All I remember was him tailing you even though he was bo-legged.”

“Hey, MC, why aren’t you narrating?”

“... Sorry, just had something in my eye.”

“What? Oh, don’t worry MC! I got you something!” came the boyish exclamation out of nowhere.

To MC’s shock, Nachi had suddenly thrust a whole bouquet of flowers, vegetables… and dried sardines and chicken wings into her face.

“Hope you like it, MC! I got it from all these nice people!”

Of course, he is enshrouded by the warmest of sunlight and MC’s arms at that moment. So, we have come to the stunning conclusion… he is a baby to be protected. People say you choose a dog but the cat chooses you.

What people can’t say but I can say is that Nachi is the best friend you can have in any book of your life. From Dawn to Night.

Epilogue

Nachi tried to get both cameras working with his claws. This time, not even the Kagura bell wand could save them.

We then deduced he is probably really one of those naughty teenagers.

A/N: OMG. I did it. I... dunno if it is worthy of being a series though, LOL. But this has been fun! I hope you guys like it and if you didn’t or found this weird (because I did at some points), feel free to shoot a message here.

Bold: Gaku’s voiceover

Italicised: MC’s voiceover

Normal: Characters conversing/MC or Gaku narrating

#ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi: romance reborn #arr #ayakashirr #ayakashi rr #ayakashi nachi #voltage headcanon #voltage inc #voltage otome

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psychcam · 5 years

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OTHER FRIENDS .

WOW I CANT WRITE FOR DAYS BUT HERE I AM WRITING FANFICTION IN EIGHT HOURS .

disclaimer : I do not own the joker blog , the dark knight , the joker , harley quinn , joan ferguson. & zara belongs to @rowemuse / @clowncam . all other oc’s and characters belong to me.

summary : when zara enters arkham asylum with a plan to demolish her past ; things get a little tricky when jack napier joker has a set of other friends .

TRIGGER WARNINGS : GORE , LANGUAGE , BRUTAL DEATH . BLOOD . CLOWNS

timeline: jack napier and zara were friends in high school until harleen quinzel came around . their friendship is at risk when jack and harleen get together . a fight between zara and jack land her dead ---- or so he thought. years later jack and harley were together in a strained relationship , harleen having his children helleen napier and jack napier jr . after 13 years of being together , jack believes his girlfriend and two children are holding him back from being the person he wants to be. he leaves in the dead of night without a trace . three years later the joker emerges and reins down on gotham city . after he is put under arrest and taken to arkham asylum it’s not long after that harleen quinzel a woman he used to know putting up the facade of a doctor with a wonderful fiance and two perfect children becomes his doctor. harleen hides the fact she knows who the joker truly is. instead she uses him as a way to get on top but that only makes joker grow an unhealthy obsession with her. after many sessions joker breaks out to crash his ex’s wedding , kill her fiance and gain the trust of his children again as a means to turn them against harleen. as guy kopski harleen’s fiance is dead , and harleen and joker facing off in a gun to loon showdown harleen leaves her wedding with her children. joker is brought back to arkham asylum and not long after he starts a riot . bringing down harleens new reign as head of arkham staff . he turns doctor harleen quinzel into his jester queen of crime , and his children the princess and prince of crime . a year later a nurse at arkham named claire turns out to not be what she seems . zara wren comes to end the joker family’s rein on arkham , failing miserably she ends up in arkham herself.

THERE THEY ALL WERE ! ALL FOUR OF THEM ! A HAPPY LITTLE FAMILY !

amongst the riot and blaring of sirens . amongst the yelling , screaming & crying of others zara wren had her target . THE JOKER. his little family would just be collateral damage to her revenge .

Throwing her nurse cap to the side and popping her neck , she reaches down her blouse reaching into the confines of the holster strapped against her ribs . eyes narrow but a large smile , teeth baring and visibly filled with RAGE .

❝ - well , well , well ! let me get a look at the MENAGERIE ! ❞ zara spoke in a light voice , hand moving to cock her gun as she walked over , black tresses of hair moving in front of her face as she tilted her head down looking at them all . ❝ you must be HELLE ! ❞ she looked over at the blonde teen , who looked back at her with confusion her shiv held tight in her hands . she twisted her head quickly to look over the long haired teen . ❝ you must be JACK JUN'YA'! ❞ zara gave a smile that twitched and faltered momentarily as she looked him over . he looked just like his FATHER. she forced herself to look at joker's goon girlfriend . eyes locking with her harshly . rage built up . ❝ and HARLEEN QUINZEL- well, he took you with him . ❞ her teeth barred once more , forcing a smile of sacerine on her face . ❝ - ISN'T THAT JUST SWELL !❞

Harley's eyes widened , cherry lips parting a gape in shock . familiarity in her eyes . remembering that old scorned JEALOUSYin zara's jaded blue eyes . she tilted her head some . inclining it forward before meeting the joker's eyes . joker's eyes were narrowed . the game would start soon !

❝ - it CAN'T BE. ❞ harley whispered . she stepped forward . a protective stance to guard her children and the joker . both her eyebrows raised as zara began to laugh .amused and angry was zara'a style of laughter .

❝ OH BUT IT CAN BE , AND IT IS !❞ zara swung her arms up , gun waving in a circle . ❝ and I gotta' new look and a few new toys . ❞ she looked her gun over , she pointed it at harley . ❝ that's gonna put an end to your - ❞ she looked over the family and snarled . a look of disgust filling her features . ❝ HAPPILY EVA' AFTA' , ONCE AND FOR ALL ! ❞ finger places itself on the trigger of her gun , and pressing it . the joker had grabbed harley's arm and yanked her to the side quickly before it was pulled . zara gave a look at joker , filled with ANGER & HATE .

Joker gave a look at helle and nodded his head . pulling harley roughly with him as he took off down the hallway , jack jr behind them . looking back as helle took off down the same corridor - however , entering the bathing quarters of the asylum . ( HELLE ! ) the screams of harley were heard as she was dragged down the hallway by the man who should have sworn to protect their little girl .

Zara gave a look . as much as she would have loved harley to be the first KILL ; joker's lil' girl will just have to do . after all , they were so CLOSE . she stood there a moment , watching helle enter the room . she smirked leaning down and sticking her gun in her boot and pulling out a switchblade . no need to waste another bullet .

A skip to her step began as she went down the hall , twirling the blade in her hands . she turned and faced the door the girl went in . bringing her foot up she kicked it open . zara stepped in , looking at the shower stall , eyes flash to the tub running . scalding water falling into its confines. What did helle have planned ?

Walking over to the closed stalls , whistles of a tune she felt in her heart left her plump lips. ❝ - oh helle ! come out , come out , wherever you are . ❞ she said in a sing-songy voice , she pushed a stall open slowly .

SHIV IN HELLE'S HANDS , standing on top of the toilet of the fourth stall down . she had this plan made out for someone else , but this BITCH would have to do .

SLAM ( ' you can't hide forever ! 'zara sang ) SLAM. one more . eyes narrow on helle's part . ready for the strike . a sickly evil grin spreads upon helle's face like a cheshire cat . come on , come on ! DO IT !

SLAM , ❝ surprise , BITCH ! ❞ helle shouted as she shot at her , jumping off the toilet ; shiv coming down on zara ! MEANT FOR HER CHEST , but got the face ! blood spews from zara wound , in result covering helle's hand . zara steps back harshly knife dropping as the impact made her hit against the wall of the bathing room.

Zara used the sleeve of her nursing uniform to wipe at the blood going down her face . she looked at helle slowly , anger filling her eyes . a growl leaving her lips as helle giggled . helle stepped forward kicking the knife out of reach and out of sight .

❝ I think there's been a MISUNDERSTANDING here ! ❞ helle giggles and points her shiv towards zara's face . zara's blood still dripping down her hand and in result down her arm . ❝ the joker family ? - we run GOTHAM NOW. we've establish- ❞

❝ - YEAH YEAH , i've heard . ❞ she snapped , interrupting helle . she looked at her with a scowl , but a smile formed upon zara's lip . ❝ i've had your guys' little message to gotham ON LOOP ! ❞ she yelled throwing herself at helle , landing on top of her and grabbing her by her hair . her other hand holding down the wrist of the hand that held the shiv . ❝ I just LOVEthe part where JACK NAPIER spends the rest of his days in this MISERABLE CITYwith a bunch of NOBODIES !❞ it was obvious she was getting angrier and angrier with each statement she said .

It finally clicked in helle's head that her father and this woman once knew each other once upon a time. she struggled against the woman's grip . there was one thing helle lacked . and that was physical strength. Her free hand reaches up and grabs a fistfull of the woman's hair .

Zara didn't let that act phase her , she let loose a laugh . she pulled helle's head up , still holding a firm grip on the girl's hair . ❝ that's right ! I've heard the story over and over again ! ❞ she bashed the back of helle's head into the tiled floor . helle giving a shriek of pain , and then laughter of her own. . ❝ GEE ! it's swell to finally meet HISother friends ! ❞ she bashed helle's head once more against the cold tiles . hearing a crack as the tile broke underneath helle's skull.

ADRENALINE PUMPING. helle gave a harsh shove with her free hand . effectively shoving zara off her who fell back onto the tile with a thud she gave a giggle in result . . helle got up quickly and threw her shiv at the ground . blood covered the tiles where helle's head once was . a dull ache helle felt , but not fully due to her sudden adrenaline rush . though her vision blurred slightly , her body swayed ever so ! black spots clouded her vision - BUT A NAPIER NEVER GIVES IN !

Zara noticed the way helle was beginning to fade , and she would absolutely use it to her advantage !she stood up and stalked towards her , watching helle bare her teeth like an animal , but visibly too weak and probably seeing doubles too do anything about it . zara's hand grabbed helle's cheek . ❝ what did he SAYabout me ? what did he say ? ❞ pretending to be tender , a sad look clouded zara's vision . hopeful that jack talked about her . that maybe even after all these yearshe still talked about her. Yet , at helle's confused look anger clouded her thoughts and eyes once more . ❝ WHAT DID HE DO WITHOUT ME ? , what did he do ?! ❞ she yelled in helle's face , anger and hurt lacing zara's voice . she pulled helle to her chest , feeling the girl give a weak struggle as she backed towards THE TUB. a hand reached up and stroked helle's hair , helle's fists weakly hitting at zara's sides . but helle's fight was dwindling . HER DRIVE was failing .

Finally zara shoved helle onto the ground in front of the tub , helle gasping for air as she was beginning to find it hard to breathe ! helle reached a hand up to the back of her head , bringing it down she looked at her once pale hand to find it covered in her own blood . she looked up at zara , as zara dropped down to her knees beside helle . helle brought her hand up to push zara away , but zara grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly . her other hand grabbing the hair connected to the back of helle's head and pulling it back . bringing her head back and hitting it against the tub . she let go and stopped the water . the tub overflowing by the time she stopped it. The heat of the water leaving steam in the air . she rolled her eyes as helle now laid on her side holding the front of her head letting out little strained giggles . she pulled helle up by her hair back onto her knees and then let go grabbing her chin . making helle look at her. The amused , yet terrified look in helle's eyes almost made zara stop . ALMOST .

❝ what did he play without me ? what did he play ?❞ zara asked in a pleading voice . a mess of her raven hair in her face . eyes gaining tears that she wouldn't shed . when helle didn't answer she grabbed helle by the hair once more holding blood stained blonde curls in a death grip . ❝ DID HE THINK AFTER ALL THIS TIME I WOULDN'T FIND OUT ABOUT YOU ?! ❞ helle's manic laughter ran out , helle had a feeling what was gonna happen next . all she could do was LAUGHabout it , LAUGHat her !

Anger filled zara's gut as she used her entire strength to shove helle's head and almost her entire top half of her body into the scalding water . zara's arms also in that hot water , which made her scream but she wouldn't let go . she screamed over helle's scream as she kept the young girl under the hot water . she didn't stop not until the girl's screaming and struggles finally let up . when HELLE QUINN - NAPIER WAS NO MORE . zara let go looking over quickly as the bathing room door swung shut , the sound of running heard .

❝ that's right i've heard the story over and over again - gee , it's swell to finally meet his other friends . ❞ she said in a bland voice , getting up and watching as helle's lifeless form landed on the floor of the bathing room . she walked over to where helle threw her shiv and picked it up .

HUFFING & PUFFING as he finally made it back to his parents . jack jr gave a look . his mind was reeling & in peril . his sister …. She was dead . joker gave a look at jack jr when he arrived without his sister next to him . joker was growing annoyed by the second as that NOBODY was terrorizing HIS ASYLUM &NOW HIS THINGS .

❝ she killed her , she killed helle . ❞ jack jr said , a far off look in his eyes . he couldn't let it upset him . not now at least . not when some looney toon bitch was trying to take her hand at ruining their NEW ARKHAM . harley gave a sudden wail , high pitch in nature . harley's only baby girl was now dead , and her and joker didn't DO ANYTHING TO PROTECT HER . guilt wracked at her bones . she was a terrible mother ! but all harley could do now was try her BEST TO PROTECT HER SON.

Harley wiped her eyes . ❝ - it really is her . ❞ harley whispered and shook her head , pulling her arm from the joker's grip . she ran a hand through her hair slowly .

Zara was agile , she managed to catch up to them all while humming the same tune from before the blade of helle's shiv scraping against the wall. yet , as she heard harley's words she paused her walking and humming . remaining hidden around the corner . she tilted her head . her arms still red from the scalding water , but the bleeding of her cheek had come to a stop ; however blood still stained down her cheek and chin and onto her nurses uniform .

Joker rolled his eyes licking his lips slowly . his hand snatching harley's arm once more . if they needed to get out of here , he was LEAVING with her . he didn't care about the other two like harley did . harleen was still his only interest . she was new . ❝ she isn't uh - serious. ❞ joker licked his lips and tilted his head . ❝ she's just a DOLLplaying dress - up , who can't get over the past . ❞ he shrugged and narrowed his eyes . ❝ and you , probably led her right to us , junior . ❞

Zara gave a quiet growl , tilting her head . her fingers tightening around helle's shiv . SHE WAS THE ONE PLAYING DRESS UP ?! has he looked in the mirror lately ?! she bit her lip to contain herself .

❝ you guys know her ? WHO IS SHE ? ❞ jack snapped . at the sound of someone punching the wall , jack jr looked behind him . his eyes narrowed . he looked at his father and gave a nod . joker started heading off to harleen's office , dragging harley with him . harley gave a terrified look back at jack jr . hand held out to him as if begging him to grab onto her . jack gave an apologetic look and turned away from her .

Jack tilted his head as zara came out of hiding . tears in her eyes . JACK REALLY DID NEVER TALK ABOUT HER . however , she paused upon looking at jack junior closely . rage still building a fire into her gut . he looked just like the boy she used to know !

As she stepped closer humming that tune , thoughts of what she was going to do with this lousy little JACK NAPIER COPY & PASTE ! - she stopped . getting closer made tears spring in her eyes . that look in the boys eyes , it looked just like HIS. just like his - flashes of jack napier and jack jr kept flashing between both in front of her . she COULDN'T DISTINGUISH WHO HE WAS !jack napier or jack jr ?! she grabbed the sides of her head .

Until finally all she could see she was JACK NAPIER ! and she was going to give that traitorous BITCH a piece of her mind !

❝ who am I ? WHO AM I ?! what are you even saying? ❞ she screamed at him . she pointed a finger at him tears welling up in her eyes , and FALLING . jack jr took a step back as she came closer with the shiv still in her hand . finally , jack jr's back hit the stone of the wall . ❝ I'm the LOSERof the game you didn't know you were PLAYING ! ❞ she pointed the shiv at him , but she gave pause . he was looking RIGHT AT HER PAST ! right at her enemy but she was frozen .

Jack jr furrowed his brows and tilted his head , and then his eyes went blank . a smirk coming to his features . she was addressing him as if he were his father . . . she thought he was jack napier . he could use that to his advantage . he took a step forward and held his hands up . ❝ doll , didja' miss me? ❞ jack jr spoke gently . ❝ how about we put this behind us , yeah ? ❞ he nodded

❝ no ! let's PLAY another game ! this time I GET TO WIN !❞ she swung at him with the shiv , jack jr dodged jumping back once again hitting the wall . a pained expression upon zara's face as she watched JACK. could there really be another chance for them ?! she lowered her weapon . she tilted her head. Slowly she looked at the smirk on jack's face and looked back up .

❝ let's play like old times …. ❞ jack jr paused his words , as he saw the look on her face . she looked like she was CRACKING ! ❝ come on , sweetie. lets get out of here . ❞he stepped forward again , once more . until he grabbed her pulling her into his chest . zara kept her arms at her sides , her left eye gave a twitch . JACK NAPIER never called her sweetie . she looked up at him , eyes WIDE .

Finally , that GOOD FANTASY turned into A TERRIBLE REALITY. jack napier's face disappeared and was REPLACED WITH JACK JR . teeth barred like a wild animal ! she STABBED HIM with the shiv , deep into his side , blood soaking her hands as she yanked it out . jack jr gave a groan and took a step back grabbing his side and looking at her with a heated look . he brought a hand back to slap her but she grabbed his hand as it went to go down on her , twisting it roughly !

❝ LIVES ON THE LINE ! ❞ she stabbed him in the stomach and falling back with him as the tall boy fell . he looked up at her with wide TERRIFIED EYES . just like his sister. ❝ WINNER TAKES ALL ! ❞ she ripped the blade out and stabbed him in the neck ripping it out , and then began to repeatedly STAB HIM. ❝ READY OR NOT , LETS BEGIN ! ❞

CHEST , NECK , STOMACH & HEAD ! and then jack jr was NO MORE. his eyes staring off into oblivion . she left the shiv in his head as she rolled off him . she looked at her hands and arms , covered in blood from jack jr and blisters from the burns of that scalding water from helle . the games almost finished . she sat up and reached into her boot pulling out the gun . time to finish the game .

❝ gee , it's swell to finally beat his other friends . ❞ she said with a smirk . looking at jack jr and reaching a hand over . running her hand over his cheek . she slowly reached to his eyes and closed the lids . she turned her head to look towards harleen's office . she pulled herself up and began humming , cocking her gun roughly .

A skip to her step once more , humming all the while . though , her skips weakened as she reached the door . the fire emergency box catching her eyes as she reached harleen's door . more importantly what caught her eye was the small handheld axe inside it .

Harley sat upon her desk , facing the door . she was waiting for jack jr . she wouldn't allow joker or herself to escape through the window without him . and the only reason she believed joker allowed them to do so was because she threatened never to forgive him for this .

❝ what did ya' do to her ? ❞ harley snapped looking back at joker with a snarl . ❝ someone who runs away from home , doesn't just come back ta' KILL YA' FAMILY ,MISTA J !❞ harley yelled . joker gave a look at her , growing angry at harley for talking to him the way she was . he couldn't have his girl getting ballsy . however , today he'd give her the benefit of the doubt . after all , her daughter just died and probably their son too .

❝ remember , harleen ? when I was tellin' ya' about my first kill ? ❞ joker licked his lips . he cocked his head to the side . eyebrows shooting up , waiting a moment for his sweet little clueless quinzel to connect the dots . when she did he gave a nod . ❝ guess she - ah , wasn't really it . ❞ he shrugged . harley shot up and slapped him in the chest .

❝ she was our friend ! ❞ she said in horror . but harley knew the truth . when harley came around - zara use to get jealous . she'd grow quiet , use to give her the stink eye . she knew zara LOVED JACK NAPIER. however , she stayed . SHE DROVE THEM APART , like a wedge in between an unbreakable bond . joker shoved her back onto the ground . a laugh leaving his lips .

❝ ah, no puddin' she was my friend . she hated you. ❞ he pointed at her . ❝ so , I uh - guess you could say this is all because of YOU. ❞ joker smiled , teeth barring in that way of his . as if acting like he hated being right .

Harley let out a shutter of a breath . he was right . this was all her fault . if only she had stayed away . tears left her eyes and she brought her hands to her face covering her eyes as she cried on the ground . bringing her knees to her chest . joker smirked to himself , time to swoop in like a hero and make her rememberwhy she loves him so much . he went to bend down - but paused -

❝ baby , - ❞ harley started and then flinched .

CRASH ! an axe blade sticks out of the door . and then gets pulled out . a thin arm sticking through the hole and reaching for the door handle . turning the lock and then the arm disappeared .

Harley stood up slowly , looking at the door . she looked at the joker with a sad look . grabbing his hands . ❝ when you're tired from the fight , when you're losing your mind - ❞ harley gave a pause a scared smile as the door to her office opened . ❝ I'm gonna be right by your side , no matter what . ❞ joker gave a look , confused by her sudden display of emotion . and then it dawned on him . what she was ready to do for him . die forhim . he raised a brow at her .

Zara stepped inside . axe in one hand , gun in her pocket . she was having too much fun to use that gun. However , a scowl falls on her as she sees this tender moment between jack napier and harleen quinzel . nothins' changed from highschool . shoved aside and left to ROT. she raised the axe over head with both hands .

As harley left joker's side and turned to face her , zara gave a blank stare . as the axe she had in her hands she threw as hard as she could . the axe landing smack between harley's eyes . the blonde jester fell to her knees and landed face first onto the ground . harley wasn't worth zara's effort . SHE HAD TO SAVE WHAT SHE HAD LEFT FOR HIM.

That's when it clicked in joker's head , harley wasn't ready to die for him . harley was ready to die to be with her children . annoyance flickered in his eyes as he looked at zara .

A sudden smirk filled the joker's features . ❝ hi , zee . ❞ he smacks his lips . ❝ how was uh - MEETING MYOTHER FRIENDS ?! ❞ he raised his eyebrows , suddenly cracking up . doubling over from laughing so hard .

Zara gave a smirk , ❝ BEATING your other friends you mean, jack . ❞ she growled at him. Joker laughed even harder making him stand up once more he looked at her hands falling to his hips. He stepped toward her , inclining his head down at her .

❝ tell me , pun'kin ? ❞ the joker clicked his tongue looking up at the wall of the office . looking at the jester painting . the one he painted for harleen . now how did that get there , harley never got that picture . he destroyed it . he smirked some and looked at zara . ❝ - didn't this seem a little too easy ? almost like it wasn't - REAL ?! ❞ he was dangerously close to her now . grabbing her shoulders and squeezing them .

Zara stood stock still , eyes wide and then she looked at her hands . hands and arms clean of any blood , looking at the full size body mirror in harleen's office . there was no joker in it . she looked at joker , to make sure he was there . HE WAS ! she looked back at the mirror . it was just her , standing in harleen's office . no dead harley , no joker ❝ no - NO! ❞ zara yelled at the reflection and then looked at Joker arms suddenly shooting up and hands wrapping around his neck . pushing him until he was against the wall. ❝ NO , I WIN ! I FINALLY WIN ! ❞ tears she didn't know she was shedding fell down her face in pools . a sob racking her body as she continued to choke him.

Joker laughed and laughed whilst zara choked him , not putting up a fight . only holding her arms as she choked him . until finally laughter tuned into trying gasps for air . though that smile still stuck on his face as blood covered fingernails dug into her forearms . and then joker sank to the floor , zara going with him , kneeling in front of him as she watched the light leave his eyes . and joker was no more . she slowly brought her hands away , her tears still falling from her eyes . her hands go to her mouth as she releases a sob .

Slowly gets on her hands and knees , looking at the carpet taking deep breaths . she met joker's lifeless eyes , she looked over his slumped body . hands at his sides . she took a deep harsh breathe , wiping her hand over her tear stricken face . she crawled between his legs , turning and sitting between them . he was still warm . with a shakey hand , she reached down and took his lifeless hand in hers wrapping his arm around his chest . ❝ I finally won, aren't'chya' proud of me ? ❞ she leaned against him . letting a laugh leave her as she squeezed his arm against her . her other hand reached into her pocket . pulling out her gun . she pressed the barrel against her temple .

Without joker , she didn't have a reason to keep on living . she gave a sharp breath in . ❝ it really was swell , meeting your other friends jack . who knows - maybe they could have been mine too . ❞

BANG .

JOAN FERGUSON , the new warden of arkham asylum gave a raised eyebrow look at the girl strapped to the bed . a lifeless look in the woman's eyes as she stared at the young woman whispering to herself ❛ I won … I won ❜ . what could possibly be going on in this girl's head .

Ferguson gave a sigh . ❝ who is this ? and what happened ? ❞ she asked in a stern voice to the nurse . the nurse gave a small scared look . the nurse looked down at the chart , so she wouldn't have to look at her new warden . ❝ well , out with it . ❞ ferguson snapped .

❝ her name's zara wren , ❞ the nurse started . ❝ harley quinn states she found her trying to kill helle quinn in the bathing room . her and helle then bashed her head into the tub and tried to drown her in hot water . the joker and jack were there rooting it on . ❞ the nurse sighed . ❝ she then had a meltdown in medical & tried to kill the doctor , and myself . we had to sedate her . ❞ the nurse finished . ferguson gave a hum in response .

A guard cleared his throat . ❝ what should we do with her? Throw her into max? ❞ he asked with a cross of his arms . ferguson's eyes darted towards him . she shook her head. ❝ no , no we'll have her thrown back into the general population once she comes off the sedative . ❞ ferguson nodded to herself . watching the nurse and guard nod and walk off . ferguson smirked to herself . reaching into her pockets she pulled out leather black gloves , putting them on herself she places two fingers on zara's cheek , slowly bringing them under her chin and making zara look up at her . a soft look , yet her ' emotions ' didn't quite reach her eyes .

❝ I have other plans for you , miss wren . you will win ❞

THE END.

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ancientbooshartifacts · 5 years

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lol Vampires!

Author: Thymeth

Year: 2006

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Howince

So, Howard was in the Keepers' Hut. He was sleeping. Or reading. Or in a jazz trance. Or maybe writing, I don't know. Anyway, Vince came in and woke/disturbed/slapped/disturbed Howard. I think we'll go with slapped 'cause, well, mmm! "Hey, Howard!" Vince said and slapped him again. "Stop slapping me, I'm awake/not reading/out of my jazz trance/not writing, ok?" "Yeah, but slapping! Mmm!" "Stop it," Howard shouted and pushed Vince roughly down on the sofa and straddled him, pinning his hands above his head, "Don't slap me, bitch." "As much as I'd love to sex you up," Vince said and pushed Howard to the floor, "We've got urgent business, yeah?" "I think you'll find this is more urgent," Howard retaliated. "I think I won't," Vince said, "The zoo's overrun with vampires." Howard stared at Vince a few moments and put his forehead and eyebrows through the whole range of expressions. He ended up on a mix of shock, disbelief and curiosity (although the last one might just be because he's gay). "So," he said, "Vampires?" "Yup," Vince said, "Vampires." "Well, we'd better go and stake them, then," Howard said. "Ok," Vince said and opened the fridge door, "Oh, all we've got is a vegetarian sausage." "Stop stealing jokes from 'The Young Ones', mushroom arse," Howard said, "Stakes are wooden things, like big pencils." "Oh, like this?" Vince asked and pulled a stake out of his back pocket. "Yes. Where did you get that?" "It's my girlfriend's." And Howard's eyebrows moved crazily again. "You don't have a girlfriend, Vince." "Oh, right, sorry," Vince said, "I, er, found it. Yeah, I found it. Dunno why it says 'Dee' on the side. Probably the name of the shop. I wonder if 'Dee' is the Topshop of vampire exterminating..." "Shut up," Howard snapped, "We have vampires to kill." "Oh, right, yeah," Vince said, "Should we go then?" "Yeah, alright." First they went to Fossil's office. Fossil was a vampire. So they staked him. But it wasn't very difficult 'cause Fossil is, as we know, thicker than brown cheese. (And yes, brown cheese does exist, it's a Norwegian sweet cheese. It's rather nice actually.) Anyway, where were we? Oh, right, Fossil's office. Yes, they staked him. But then when they were leaving, Bainbridge turned up, wearing a black-and-red cape and sporting fangs. "Arrgh!" he said and blocked the door with his cape, "I'll thuck your blood, mortalth!" "You'll what?" Howard asked. "Thuck your blood!" " 'Thuck'?" Howard said and looked at Vince, but not without a glimmer of lust in his lovely eyes, " 'Thuck'?" "I think he's trying to say 'suck'," Vince said, "I can understand lisping, I've grown up with it." "No, you haven't, Vince," Howard said. "Oh, right, sorry," Vince said, "Where is my brain today?" "It'll thoon be in my pothethion," Bainbridge said. "I think want to keep my brain, actually," Vince said, "But I'd like your heart." And before Bainbridge knew what had happened, Vince had staked him. "Oh, my god," Howard said, "I love it when you're all aggressive like that. Come on, let's shag." "Howard," Vince said, prying Howard's strong fingers off his slender body, "Not now, we've got a zoo to rescue." "Fuck the zoo!" Howard howled, "I want you. I need you!" "Stop singing Trash Money," Vince answered, "And we're not fucking the zoo. Or anything else for that matter. Especially not me." "Fine," Howard snapped and marched out of the office, "Bitch. I'll have your arse if it's the last thing I do." "That's what you think," Vince shouted after him and followed, "I'll have your arse, gorgeous." Howard spun round. "Is that a promise?" he asked. "No," Vince said and pushed past, "Vampires, yeah?" "I hate you!" Howard shouted after him but followed him anyway 'cause he was afraid of vampires. "Hey, Naboo," Vince said as they went into Naboo's kiosk. "Hello," Naboo said and turned slowly towards them on his chair, "How are you?" "Not you too," Vince said and sighed as he saw Naboo's pointy teeth, "Sorry, Naboo, we have to stake you." "No!" came a loud growl and Howard was thrown to the floor by something big and black. "Is Bollo a vampire too?" Vince asked and put a hand on pointy hip. "Yeth!" Bollo said, "Bollo ith a vampire. And he loveth it." "Don't take this the wrong way," Vince said, "But bang bang you're dead." And with the first bang he staked Naboo and with the second he staked Bollo. "Mmm," Howard said sarcastically and rose, "Gorilla-meets-vampire dust all over me." "You should be congratulating me," Vince said, "Dirty Pretty Things lyrics!" "Yeah, except that you're a Babyshambles fan." "Shut up, can't I like both?" "Shut up yourself," Howard answered, "Vampires." So they went outside and met some people. But they were vampires too. "You can't stake me," the man said, "I'm Chris Corner." "As if I care," Vince said. "Touch him and I'll stab you up," the blond girl said. "Hey, I know you," Vince said. "Yes, you'd better, bitch," the dark-haired one said. "Help me, Howard! Scary woman!" Vince shrieked like a girl and hid behind Howard, "Don't let her near me, she wants to kill me!" "I'm sure she doesn't," Howard said. "She fucking does," Vince said, "She's insane. You've gotta stake them." "But you're the one with the crazy vampire-staking skills," Howard said, "Or, as they say on the internet: 'l33t v4mpire staking skillzz!!1!' " "Yeah, whatever," Vince said, "Stake them!" So Howard took the stake and staked Chris Corner. Then he tried to stake Sue but she wasn't a vampire but a robot! "She's a robot!" Howard shouted and tried to stake Dee but she was a robot too, "She's a robot too! Vampire robots! Oh no!" And Howard became hysterical and Vince had to slap him. Mmm, slapping! So Vince slapped Howard again. And again. And on the arse too, just to make sure. "Yes, yes, I'm fine now," Howard said, "But vampire robots!" "I know what to do," Vince said, "We'll throw water on them! They'll short-circuit like my straighteners that time I dropped them in the bath." "Ok," Howard said and just by the wall next to them they found two buckets of water which they tipped over Sue and Dee. And they began popping and sizzling and then they melted and were gone. "Cool," Vince said, "Let's go." "Why did you slap my arse?" Howard asked. "Because you were hysterical." "I like it when you slap my arse. Will you do it again." "Yes." "Really?" "No." "Aww. Why not?" "Vampires, remember, Howard?" "Oh, yeah. Ok then." And Howard followed Vince like an obedient puppy. They met more visitors who were vampires too and staked them too. They even staked Jimmy and his father. And Mr Susan. And Old Gregg. And two strange guys who said they were called Rudi and Spider. And a green guy. And Joey Moose. And a guy who called himself king Paul. Or was it Paul King? I don't remember, I got distracted by his adorably cute little face. And they staked more people too but I can't be arsed to list them 'cause it'll take all day. Anyway, they staked all the vampires and went back to the Keepers' Hut. "Oh, I'm tired now," Vince said. "But," Howard said with a pout, "What about shagging?" "Oh, that," Vince said, "Alright then." And they took off all their clothes and fucked like bunnies all night.

#the mighty boosh #mighty boosh #boosh #howince #howard moon #vince noir

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skystonedclouds · 6 years

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Jesus did not come to bring peace.

So many nonbelievers misunderstand this verse. I feel like this clarification should have to be said. In giving the benefit of the doubt I will assume they just read this verse out of context on some anti-theist site.

So unbelievers take a few verses out of context:

Matthew.

Matthew 10:34-35 Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword. For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law.

Luke.

Luke 14:26 If any man come to me, and hate not his father, and mother, and wife, and children, and brethren, and sisters, yea, and his own life also, he cannot be my disciple.

Woe shocker this seems so bad out of context. So let’s look at this in context shall we...

Matthew clarified.

Matthew 10 (surrounding verses).

32 Whosoever therefore shall confess me before men, him will I confess also before my Father which is in heaven. 33 But whosoever shall deny me before men, him will I also deny before my Father which is in heaven. 34 Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword. 35 For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law. 36 And a man's foes shall be they of his own household. 37 He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me: and he that loveth son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. 38 And he that taketh not his cross, and followeth after me, is not worthy of me. 39 He that findeth his life shall lose it: and he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.

What did we learn? 32-33 The surrounding verses are talking about people who are ashamed of the gospel denying Christ. 34 Then right after Jesus Christ says he did not come to bring peace. 35-36 For households will be turning against themselves. 37-38 So anyone who loves their household more than Christ is not worthy of serving Christ. We must even be willing to be crucified. 39 Jesus Christ is affirming that we will lose our lives to shame, mockery and maybe even death for but we will find eternal life in him.

Matthew 13 (parallel verses).

9 But take heed to yourselves: for they shall deliver you up to councils; and in the synagogues ye shall be beaten: and ye shall be brought before rulers and kings for my sake, for a testimony against them. 10 And the gospel must first be published among all nations. 11 But when they shall lead you, and deliver you up, take no thought beforehand what ye shall speak, neither do ye premeditate: but whatsoever shall be given you in that hour, that speak ye: for it is not ye that speak, but the Holy Ghost. 12 Now the brother shall betray the brother to death, and the father the son; and children shall rise up against their parents, and shall cause them to be put to death. 13 And ye shall be hated of all men for my name's sake: but he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved.

What did we learn? 9 Jesus Christ is warning us we will be delivered up to councils, rulers, kinds and so on to be beaten. 10 The gospel must be preached to all nations nevertheless. 11. It is not important to know what you will say to your accusers because the Holy Spirit will speak. 12 Family members will betray each other to the point of putting their own members to death. 13 This surrounding verse is key because it says we are hated for the name of Christ. It means the reason all of this conflict of betrayal going on is due to being a victim of hate because of the message of the gospel. The gospel turns people so angry and hateful against the messenger that they want the messengers put to death (even if they are family).

Matthew 24 (parallel verses).

8 All these are the beginning of sorrows. 9 Then shall they deliver you up to be afflicted, and shall kill you: and ye shall be hated of all nations for my name's sake. 10 And then shall many be offended, and shall betray one another, and shall hate one another. 11 And many false prophets shall rise, and shall deceive many. 12 And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold. 13 But he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved.

What did we learn? 8 Sorrows are going to increase. 9 People will hate us to much they will deliver us up to be hurt and killed in all nations. 10 Many will be “OFFENDED” so gosh diddly darn people are offended. In their offence they will turn to hatred. Being offended must merit the execution of Christians. 11. False prophets are going to get worse so many are deceived about true Christianity. Just like right now when so many are confused about these verses. 12 There will be a lot of evil to the point love will be like cold wax so no wonder they want us killed. 13 We need to endure all these hardships for the same of Christ.

Matthew conclusion:

Jesus Christ is not bringing peace for us believers. He is turning nations, people an even our own family members against us to have us killed. He is ensuring the message of the gospel will be offensive to the point people will hate us wanting our heads. All these verses are about martyrdom and persecution we must endure to be worthy of Christ.

Luke clarified.

Luke 14 (surrounding verses).

24 For I say unto you, That none of those men which were bidden shall taste of my supper. 25 And there went great multitudes with him: and he turned, and said unto them, 26 If any man come to me, and hate not his father, and mother, and wife, and children, and brethren, and sisters, yea, and his own life also, he cannot be my disciple. 27 And whosoever doth not bear his cross, and come after me, cannot be my disciple. 28 For which of you, intending to build a tower, sitteth not down first, and counteth the cost, whether he have sufficient to finish it? 29 Lest haply, after he hath laid the foundation, and is not able to finish it, all that behold it begin to mock him, 30 Saying, This man began to build, and was not able to finish.

What did we learn? 24 Jesus is talking about people who proved to be false converts who will not taste of his supper. 25-26 Oh see this verse looks like a parallel to Matthew 10:37. (He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me: and he that loveth son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me). That’s right in this verse Jesus increases the illustration by explaining that our love for others an self must look like hated compared to our love for God. Many will even feel hated because of the offensive message we preach and the way we must leave anyone at any time to follow Christ. To the world it may very well look like we hate our loved ones and ourselves when we walk out on them. I will talk about this more in the next verses. 27 We must bear our cross referring back to the fact people want us dead. 28-30 Jesus Christ is explaining we should count the cost of following him before following suit. The cost is that we must put him before everything even before ourselves and loved ones.

Luke 9 (parallel verses).

59 And he said unto another, Follow me. But he said, Lord, suffer me first to go and bury my father. 60 Jesus said unto him, Let the dead bury their dead: but go thou and preach the kingdom of God. 61 And another also said, Lord, I will follow thee; but let me first go bid them farewell, which are at home at my house. 62 And Jesus said unto him, No man, having put his hand to the plough, and looking back, is fit for the kingdom of God.

What did we learn? 59-61 So I bring this verse up as just one example of a Christian having to forsake family to follow Christ. Leaving everything behind is part of the cost of following him. Many atheists actually use this or similar examples to show the “offensiveness of the gospel”. That is they see it as a reason to hate Christians which only ties back into the loop of the meaning behind the verses. These verses are the reason people will feel like we hate them because we exalt God above everyone (even ourselves). 62 Jesus Christ warns believers not to look back (like Lot’s wife) or we are not even worthy of Christ.

Luke conclusion: Christians must be willing to forsake all including our lives in every sense for the kingdom. We must forget honor, respect, dignity, our love ones, our own selves and even our own physical lives. We must never look back or we are not worthy of Christ. He must come first or we must forget the idea of Christianity. We must count the cost of being a disciple which is... it will cost everything.

Conclusions of conclusions:

The funny thing is when atheists bring up these verses they are only reminding us of two things.

1. Martyrdom and persecution. Everyone will hate us being offended to the point of wanting us killed.

2. The cost we must wager to follow. Following Christ cost everything from the opinions of men to our own lives.

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