#I made this while listening to foolish alien

[sate-lontong]

Rinne jersey-maid WIP

[the-cannibal]

Like a curious puppy

Elder male Yautja X Gender Neutral Reader

Before we continue with this one shot I just want to add that I got inspired (and got permission to write this) from a post by @mintymarabell The post was "Imagine whistling next to your mate and he looks over all flabbergasted and wondering how your making those noises" You can find the post right here! Thank you mintymarabell for letting me write this cute idea!

Also @the-princess-has-resurrected has requested to be tagged in this so here you go!

It was a nice warm day for once in the jungle. Not too hot to the point you are sweating and panting like no tomorrow, but also not pouring down rain like the sky is trying to give you (a very cold) shower. You decided to go along with your mate and watch him try his luck with fishing. Besides, there was no way you were gonna pass up on the chance to see him waist deep in the lake, muscles flexing as he tried to catch fish with his spear. You may be a "foolish ooman" as some of the other yautja say, but you weren't that foolish! Laying on your back in the soft grass, you watched as creatures flew above you, and landed in the trees. They sung songs like the little song birds back home on earth. Closing your eyes and puckering your lips, you began to join them in their little song and whistle. The creatures stopped all noises, as if they were shocked to hear an unfamiliar but at the same time familiar sound. They softy sung back to you, seeing if you would continue. And when you did, they happily joined you in the little made up song you all created. Suddenly you felt cooler before. You peaked an eye open to see your mate hovering over you, a curious gleam in his eye as he tilted his head. "Yes my love?" You asked. His mandibles softly clicked as he pointed a finger at your lips. "Hmm? What?" "That noise. What was it?" Your mate asked. "Oh! You mean my whistling?" The big alien nodded and sat down in front of you. Even sitting, his height still towered over you. "Do it again? Please?" Oh how were you going to turn down his request? Especially with that cute face of his! You nodded with a smile and began whistling once again. Your mate practically had stars in his eyes as he listened to you. He took you in his arms as you continued to whistle and sat you down on his lap. It was moments like this that made you remember at times he was like a curious puppy. There was always new ooman things to show him and surprise him with. "It reminds me of the birds back on your planet." He said as you finished singing to him. "That's exactly what I thought!" You grinned up at him. "Do you know how to whistle?" He shook his head and pointed to his mandibles. "I don't think I could with these." You hummed, leaning against his bare chest. "I do suppose they would make it a bit difficult. But hey..." You gently kissed the side of them, making a light blush come to his cheeks. "At least they're cute!" That earned you a trail of happy clicks as he nuzzled his forehead against your, his way of kissing you back.

Now whistling was something your mate asked you to do often. Before you go to bed. When he has had a rough day. While you patch up his injuries. And so so many more times. But... There is a bonus to him liking your little sound so much. Remember how he's like a curious puppy? Well... Now whenever you can't find him you just end up puckering your lips and singing a sweet tune. He comes running towards you each time, asking for more and showering you in compliments and praises. Just like a puppy. If he had a tail you were sure it would be wagging a hundred miles an hour.

[corpsekiller]

Hey, welcome back ^^!! How about a fluffy drabble about Gintoki and his s/o on an arcade date? Gin seems like the type of guy that would try to win a plush from a UFO catcher machine to impress his partner only to end up losing like $50 lmao. Thank you!!

my beloved anon, i'm so sorry you had to wait so long for your request. i really loved writing this and i hope you like it <3

PAIRING. sakata gintoki x genderneutral!reader

WARNINGS. fluff, language

MASTERLIST

The static hum of the neon lights fills the arcade, irradiating the endless rows of claw machines and blinking game screens with a flickering hue of pink, green and blue. The laughter of other couples and small children echoe around you and you can faintly smell the sweetness of cotton candy and waffles, though right now, your focus is solely on the silver-haired samurai by your side who's staring down a UFO catcher machine like it just ate the last of his beloved chocolate parfait.

"Alright, Strawberry-san," he mutters lowly and cracks his knuckles, glaring at the red plushie that stares back at him with beady black eyes and an innocent smile. “You think you’re so smug, sitting there just out of reach… well, guess what? I’m taking you down.”

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle a laugh because somehow, he's acting like he's preparing for a battle against worst enemy and not a simple machine made from metal and plastic, without a soul and mind — judging by the way he stares at the joystick beneath his hands though, you're afraid he might actually start throwing punches at the thick glass separating him from the plushie.

With a flourish, he jams in his first coin.

A giggle escapes you, sweet and lighthearted, despite the gravity etched into his facial expression, but he doesn't pay much attention to you. Instead, he glares at the claw, his brows furrowed in deep concentration as he maneuvers it just above the plush before he slams the button with palm of his hand and leans forward.

His nose is almost pressed up against the window, though he doesn't seem to care much about how foolish he actually looks. No, he's too caught up in watching the claw descend slowly, teetering before it latches — well, sort of grazes — the plush. The strawberry trembles, then it tumbles back into the pile.

"Y'know, I read somewhere these machines are always rigged. Maybe we could just get ice cream instead?" You ask with a grin, leaning against him.

"Rigged?" He scoffs, offering you an offended look before he turns back towards the machine with narrowed eyes. His mouth curves into a soft frown as he fiddles in the pocket of his pants, searching for some lose change to feed the machine with. "This? Rigged? Listen, my pride’s on the line. I’m not letting some overpriced heap of metal and gears get the best of me. I have a reputation to uphold here."

"Alright, go on," you snort amusedly, motioning towards the claw machine. "I won't stop you from wasting more money, Gin."

One coin turns into five, then ten.

At this point, he's already stringing together foul insults you didn't even know were part of his vocabulary, sputtering curses and excuses under his breath like this machine was probably designed by aliens and if I were twenty years younger, I’d dismantle this thing with my bare hands while his hands maneuver the claw, tightening dangerously around the joy sticks.

There's a vein popping between his creased brows, pulsing steadily as Gintoki's frustration rises to something akin to sheer hatred for the machine. The knuckles of his fingers turn white under the brute force of his grasp around the controls, so intense that you actually think you can hear the wires snap under the building tension of his strength.

"How about I give it a try, hm?" You offer with a wide grin, sneakily reaching for the controls, but you only come as far as brushing the tips of your fingers over the surface before Gintoki is already stopping you.

“Hey, hey, don’t go underestimating me," he tuts with one hand gently clasped around your wrist, slowly shaking his head as if you just insulted his entire bloodline by offering to try and win the plushie yourself. "If I don’t beat this thing, what kind of samurai am I? I’ll be known as the guy who lost a duel to a strawberry plush. Can’t have that on my resume.”

With a sigh — and perhaps a hint of desperation — he inserts yet another coin. Slowly, the claw drifts down for the nth time that day, wobbles unsteadily, and, in a miracle, grips the strawberry plush. Your jaw drops in disbelief and your boyfriend inhales sharply, clenching his fists and grinding his teeth, his expression eerily unreadable as he presses the button.

"Come on," he mumbles, a single drop of sweat trailing down his temple. "Come on, don't disappoint me."

The claw begins its painfully slow journey upwards and for a second, you're convinced he might actually win this time — both your faces are pressed up against the window, your hot breath fogging up the window as the two of you watch every small movement, completely mesmerized.

But then, the machine quivers and, with a devastating drop that causes both of you to scream in horror, the claw releases its hold and sends the strawberry plush back into the endless pile. For a moment, you just gape through the glass, trying to process what just happened before you slowly turn your face to catch a glimpse of Gintoki.

"Y'know," he says quietly, mindlessly staring off into space. "Maybe I was wrong. Some things are just... unattainable."

Disappointment hangs to every word he speaks, lips curved into a soft pout and — wait a second, are those seriously tears pricking at the corners of his eyes!? God, he's so dramatic, it's almost adorable.

"Gintoki, you know it's fine, right?" You smile softly, lifting your hand to give his arm a reassuring squeeze. "It’s a silly plush. I’d rather have you win me some takoyaki or, like, a bottle of strawberry milk. Besides... you've already won the most important thing."

"And that would be?"

"My heart, you idiot," you reply with a chuckle, nudging him with your elbow.

He glances at you, a little surprised, and then he quickly looks away, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. “Geez, you’re so easy to please. How’d I get so lucky?”

Before you can answer, he slips an arm around you to pull you closer and presses a chaste kiss to the crown of your head.

“Alright, no more of this sappy stuff. C’mon, I’ll get you some ice cream and a good ol' strawberry milk. Forget the stupid plush," he announces proudly like you were the one sobbing crocodile tears over a lost game against a machine mere seconds ago. Still, you don't fail to notice how his cheeks flush and the corners of his mouth twitch into a small smile — the tears have subsided along with his overdramatic act, the catcher machine apparently long forgotten as he drags you away.

But as you walk out of the arcade with his arm around your shoulders, you notice he keeps glancing back at the machine, almost like he's promising to come back and try again someday. Sure, he's been defeated by nothing more than metal and gears, but with you here, nestled safely against his side, he looks more than satisfied.

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[author-dapa]

Rhysand's thoughts on Amarantha with a poem: 【So Cold】

A note on their dynamic, feel free to read before or after reading the poem:

The reimagining of their dynamic is purposefully mutually angsty to some extent. The idea is that they both want love, want warmth, so Amarantha fixated on Tamlin except she couldn't have him so she took Rhysand. In this sense, Amarantha is forcing love while Rhysand is helplessly grasping for it.

In this, Rhysand looses his naivety while still desperately clinging onto the idea that the warmth he found with Amarantha is somehow genuine because he can't decide if he wants it to be or not.

I've changed Rhysand’s mind reading power to an empathetic one. So during his captivity, he got to understand Amarantha as a person and know her anger, her grief, and even what made her happy. To Rhysand, his falling for her was so uselessly helpless he can't stand it.

She is still warm, she stills bleeds it, so with a love that hurts him, she destroys him and so when she dies finally, he destroys himself with her.

Her caresses draw blood and peel at the skin

When he wants to claw into her skin, it becomes something so painfully tender

He's seen her smile and felt her tears

How could he hate her?

How can he love her?

The poem:

So cold

So please

Open up my chest

Gorge yourself

on the empty scraps of my heart

Kiss me

with your lukewarm lips

Ah, please

With these heated gasps

of pleasure

of pain

Breathe agony

back into my lungs

Ah, why

is it still so cold

The stars shine so distantly

out of my reach

Falling so quietly

how can I find their warmth

again

Like this

all of my

hopelessly

foolish

dreams

Are buried in the cooling ash

Just like that

they become

cruelly

naive

nightmares

Ah, why

am I still asking why

it is still

So cold

So please

With this fire

that no longer has any meaning

Let me rest

on her pyre

If your curious, this was inspired while listening to CURE by VIVINOS (Alien Stage)

The song

If you want to use this poem for anything, you can let me know or not, but please credit me like this:

So Cold by dapa @aho-dapa @aho_dapa

[covenofthearticulate]

Pairing: Armand/Louis/Lestat

Opener: "I have missed you so much." 🥹

Send a pairing and a starting line! (listen you already know I simply HAD to write something based off of this response I had on my Louis blog!! this has lived rent free in my head for MONTHS so thank you for supplying the perfect jumping off point for me)

"I have missed you so much."

The confession comes between gritted teeth. There's a heaviness to his voice, and they both catch it immediately. There is no Mind Gift needed to communicate the level of concern etched across the furrow of Lestat's brow, the frown tugging at Armand's cherub lips.

It's a jarring sight to come home to: Louis in his chair, fussing with the threadbare sleeves of his sweater, the delicate features of his face twisted with ruinous anguish as crimson tears slowly collect in the corners of his downcast eyes.

Impossible, that this was the same creature Lestat had left only a few nights ago. He remembers their conversation so clearly:

“I think you should go,” Louis had encouraged him, upon reading the invitation from Armand. It was a simple request: come to Paris, help to renovate the villa while the weather was still warm. The invitation was open to Louis, too, of course, but Louis knew better than to intervene.

“I knew you’d say that,” Lestat had scoffed.

“I think it would be good for you both.”

“You’re only saying that to get me out of the house. I’ll come home to find all the furniture out in the street, replaced with something boring and practical.”

“It is a ghastly armchair, Lestat.”

“It’s a statement piece.”

“We don’t need to make statements.”

“I have nothing to say to him.”

“That’s not true, Lestat.”

“Of course it’s true! How many nights have we spent together gnashing at old wounds? How many times can we have the same argument? He probably only wants me there to insult me.”

“Paris is different. You don’t have to speak to him. Just be in each other’s company. Explore the city as humans do. Hunt. Be the companions you never could be before.”

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop being wise.”

“I’m giving you my honest advice, Lestat.”

“Come with me, then. Let the three of us walk down the Champs Elysses.”

“No,” Louis had said. “It needs to be the two of you.”

It was Louis who told him to go, Louis who sensed the importance tending to the old wounds between the two of them.

But it was also Louis who had sent that text, merely days after Lestat’s departure. 

He hadn’t meant to do it, in all honesty. He knew damn well as soon as he hit the send button that he would ruin their time together. But, see, Lestat had made the mistake of sending Louis a picture. It wasn’t the sort of picture Louis expected to receive while Lestat was away (and thank God for that, honestly); it was simply a selfie of he and Armand walking down the street. Lestat’s arm was wrapped around Armand’s shoulder, and Armand’s expression was ripe with annoyance, frustration, and irrefutable love. 

Evidence that we have not killed each other yet. Please, tell me you are proud of me. I love to hear you say it. xoxo

It was nothing Louis had not seen before. It was exactly what he had hoped for, in fact. He had every intention of replying with a simple “Good.” or perhaps even a thumbs up at this best-case scenario. 

And yet. 

The longer he stared at it, the longer he felt some strange agony in the pit of his stomach, like a red hot poker melting through him. The feeling is alien, but not unrecognizeable. He knows it for what it is, and it’s humiliating and irrational and completely, totally foolish, but for perhaps the first time in centuries…Louis de Pointe du Lac is jealous.

I miss you.

I miss you both. 

I cannot stand the thought of the two of you finding happiness without me. 

I know how selfish that is. I know I am being irrational and hypocritical. But surely, I will die without your love.

I need the two of you here with me, now.

And that was that. Lestat and Armand were on a plane home within the hour.

If the air wasn't sucked out of his lungs at the sight of him, Lestat might have made a joke, might have checked the sky for flying pigs because if Louis de Pointe du Lac is weeping, then surely the end of the world is soon to follow. He opens his mouth to try and say as much, but Louis beats him to it:

“You must think me so foolish.”

The thing about Louis is that he so often carries an air of melancholy with such grace that everyone seems to forget the hidden depths of anguish that rear their ugly heads when he is left alone with his own thoughts for too long. His approach to the masterful art of repression had been wholisticly different than that of Armand or Lestat; rather than numb himself entirely or run from the depths of his emotions, Louis had always drowned himself in sorrow because, perhaps long ago, he thought he might acclimate to it.

Instead, it only seems to twist him up until he’s worse off than before. It had chewed him up and spat him out, this time.

“Louis,” is all Lestat can think to say as they drop their bags, shed their coats and head straight for their lover in his trusty old armchair.

They kneel, one on each side; Lestat on the left and Armand on the right. Leaning closer, Lestat lifts his hand to wipe the tears from Louis’ eyes, but is shunned away.

“He’s embarrassed,” Armand translates, as he so often does. Beneath the curtain of black hair, he catches Louis’ gaze and knows he’s struck the truth.

“Embarrassed! Why—”

“Because he wants our love, and there is some part of his mind that feels humiliated in admitting that.”

The sudden rush of blood in Louis’ cheeks, up behind his eyes sockets, is enough evidence that Armand, as always, is right.

Lestat kisses at the sweet little blush, right against Louis’ temple as he pets one hand through his hair. 

“My darling Louis,” he hums. “I’ve missed you so terribly. Have you missed him, too, Armand?”

“Yes, of course.” Armand follows right along. If Louis didn’t know any better he’d think the whole thing was rehearsed. Sometimes they think with such synchronicity it's uncanny. 

“Perhaps we ought to show our dear Louis how much we missed him.”

“Yes,” Armand agrees, and he’s already moving closer, fingers already ghosting up Louis’ chest. “It’s good to be home.”

[ali-r3n]

Maybe Eddie would like it here or maybe he just likes Y/N Sinclair {Part Two}

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Werewolf!Reader

Eddie gets to know Y/N Sinclair as she gives him a tour of the school

{Series Masterlist}

GIF by cohmac-vitus

GIF by kram6496-deactivated20221226

"I'll show you around," Y/N stated.

She turned on her heel and started to walk. Eddie followed her until he sped up his pace to match hers. He listened intently while she gave him information on his new school, but there was one question on his mind.

"So are all the students here like me?"

"Are they all vampires? No, there's a mix. Some are sirens or psychics and some are werewolves. Like me and my sister Enid."

His eyes widened under his shades. "You're a werewolf?"

"Yeah. Born and raised." Y/N lifted her hand and extended her claws.

Eddie stared at the long black nails in awe. "Metal."

"I've never got that response before." She put her claws away and clasped her hands behind her back. "Everyone around here is used to it."

"That was one of the most bad ass things I've ever seen," Eddie stated.

She smiled which made his stomach flutter. The corner of his mouth quirked up.

"Do you not have werewolves where you're from?" she asked.

He snorted. "In Hawkins? No way...Pretty sure I'm the first vampire in that Hell Hole."

"Born or turned?"

Eddie ducked his head and subconsciously rubbed his scarred side over his shirt. The memory of sharp little teeth ripping his flesh still fresh in his mind.

Y/N watched him with a frown. She sensed she touched a nerve with her curiosity. "Eddie, I-I'm so sorry if I crossed the line. You don't have to tell me if it's too much."

He swallowed. "Its okay. It's just...new." He looked up into her eyes. The kicked puppy look on her face made his heart clench. "I was turned. One day I'll tell you the story, but right now I'm not ready."

She stepped towards him and took his ringed hand. His breath hitched and a red flush spread on his cheeks. She drew circles on his knuckles with her thumb.

"Whenever you are, I'll be here."

Maybe he'd like it here or maybe he just likes Y/N Sinclair.

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[boardsheadmeatblog]

She was short and frail, and she said she was about 20 or 21 or 22 years old, I forget. Younger than me, but not by much. She reminded me of a laser tag place, opened in a town several yards away in 1994, that was closed or was closing, with all the old murals depicting horrific looking aliens in space with the same reddish-orange lights i saw while seeing Dune Part 2 for the first time earlier this year busted out, replaced with a plush black wall. We talked for a little while, and I made the foolish decision to ask for her Discord. She gave it to me. I thought that that was wrong of me to ask, even though I also didn’t think it was. I thought that I had done something wrong, and I had this same thought many times over during the time we had together.

She looked weird but in a beautiful and fascinating way. She dressed like it was 2009 still, even though she was a toddler then, me in elementary school being bullied terribly. She reminded me of all the older teenagers I used to get crushes on in the late 2000s and early 2010s. I asked her if she had a boyfriend. She said no. She lied (he was 32) but it was okay. She drove over here in her dad’s car. Her dad gave her gas money and said she was an awful good sport for cleaning her room and deciding to go outside to see a boy instead of sitting in her room listening to music and drawing pictures. It took her a while to get here, and I waited worried that she got in to a car crash. Finally, she arrived and got out of the big diesel truck and smiled like she was disappointed in something but trying to hide it. Her eyes were like a glass ball of ferrofluid. She asked where we were going, and I said lets do mexican. I do not want to talk about what happened during the rest of the date, even though we hit it off on discord and I did everything right.

[ajgrey9647]

Forehead kisses + Post-Rita/mind control; any dimension; Tommy/Jason & Kim (platonic for Kim~)

I took a little liberty with tweaking the pairing but only slightly as you will see. :)

Sunshine in the Storm, Part 2

Prime Universe

“We tried to warn you, you know. Why didn’t you listen to us, listen to Zordon, and just rest and recover before running back out into Armageddon? Our Ranger healing still has its limits.”

Despite his fever and throbbing headache, Jason managed to narrow his dark eyes at Tommy’s gentle scolding, glaring up from the corner of his parent’s couch.

“I didn’t have that luxury. Rita never lets up,” he answered, voice hoarse and nasally from his stuffed-up nose. “You know that better than anyone.”

The Green Ranger tapped his sneakered foot in frustration, arms crossed as he stared down where his leader huddled under a thick quilt, shivering. A collection of textbooks and folders sat piled haphazardly in front of Jason’s curled legs. One slick red pocket folder glided to the carpet along with a carton of tissue under the force of his shaking.

Tommy had dutifully retrieved the day’s classwork and Jason’s books as he’d went about his school day, feeling strangely disappointed every time he plopped down at a desk and noticed his best friend’s empty. Knowing that he would eventually get to see Jason later made the teen’s stomach knot in anticipation.

That was odd.

“All the more reason you can’t run about with four cracked ribs and ten lacerations. Two of which were infected from the dirty alien reservoir water and one that nearly severed your femoral artery. Oh, and the prolonged exposure to the cold while soaking wet,” the Green Ranger fired back, kneeling to retrieve the dropped items.

Jason wiped his red, dripping nose with a crumpled wad of tissue before rolling his eyes.

“You’re not my mom, Tommy.”

“No, I’m not your mom, Jase. Because your mom wouldn’t tell you to stop being such a stubborn, foolish jackass for once,” the long-haired teen snarked, bracing for his leader’s fiery temper.

Attempting to sit up straighter in his indignation, the Red Ranger wobbled dangerously, tilting precariously over the edge of the couch cushion. His mouth was still opening to ream Tommy soundly when his vision darkened at the periphery and dizziness overwhelmed him.

Swiftly, the Green Ranger’s strong arms were engulfing Jason, catching him before he could topple to the floor.

“Huh?” the Ranger leader grunted, eyes blinking rapidly in confusion.

Righting his best friend back against his sweat-damp pillow, Tommy huffed.

“See? You almost went ass over teacups just now. What if you were in the middle of fighting Goldar or one of Rita’s other monsters? You’d be a sitting duck because you couldn’t fight your way out of a wet paper sack in this condition!”

Jason growled and tugged his quilt tighter over his hunched shoulders.

“You don’t have to rub it in, Green,” he muttered. “I’m well aware how weak I am right now.”

Tommy ran a hand over his face and tried to hold his tongue. He knew the Red Ranger was still miffed he’d deliberately disobeyed a direct order on that alien planet even if he had admitted he was grateful for the warm, dry clothing.

The silence in the house was eerie, the only sound the faint ticking of a clock somewhere up the stairs. Jason’s wet-sounding coughs and wheezes were beginning to worry the green-clad teen.

“Where are your parents, bro?”

The croupy leader waved a hand dismissively.

“Dad had a work conference out of state, Mom tagged along. They’ll be back in a few days,” he croaked before hacking something moist into his tissue. “I’m not a baby. My Ranger healing should have me back at full strength by then.”

Mouth gaped, Tommy shook his head and decided once again he was going to have to risk Jason’s wrath and put his foot, or rather boot, down a second time.

“No way you’re staying here all by yourself like this!”

Dark eyes widened and Jason’s cheeks flushed even more, if that were possible.

“I don’t need you to babysit me, Tommy! Why can’t you listen to me?” he argued vainly.

Sinking onto the couch beside his best friend’s bent knees, the Green Ranger sighed and looked tenderly into his face.

“Bro, I know you’re still mad about what happened on that planet. I’m sorry but I’m not sorry I disobeyed,” he murmured gently, one hand giving Jason’s knee a squeeze.

Crossing his arms in his unconscious ‘leader’ stance, the Red Ranger’s eyes looked wounded despite his stern countenance.

“I don’t know why you decided to start disrespecting me as leader,” he started in a low, raspy tone. “Do you really think that poorly of me and my ability to lead?”

Hazel eyes widened as large as half dollars on Tommy’s face.

“What? That’s what you believe I think about you?” he asked, stunned.

He never would have imagined that his behavior appeared this way to Jason. The Green Ranger had only been looking out for his Red. It was so far from what he really felt for Jason that for a minute he couldn’t find words.

The dark-haired teen shrugged and sniffed, stifling another round of rumbly coughs.

“What else am I supposed to think?”

Tommy’s stunned expression softened to one of sadness. He removed his hand from the Red Ranger’s knee and stared at the carpet, feeling the burning of threatened tears pricking his eyes.

“Jase,” he breathed, “you’re my best friend. My first and only one, to be perfectly honest.”

He tried to smile and chuckled joylessly.

“Don’t tell Kim I said that though.”

Jason’s tense shoulders relaxed somewhat as he listened to the Green Ranger’s hesitant words.

“I have a long history of disrespecting authority figures, yes. Since I was about 8 years old probably. You’re also the first one I genuinely admire and want to serve. You freed me from Rita’s spell, you were the first one to extend your hand to me even though I made your life absolute hell, you welcomed me to the team,” Tommy admitted, still unable to meet Jason’s eyes.

“You’ve never looked at me like a was worthless piece of shit, Jase. I didn’t want to lose you, my leader and my best friend and brother, to something as stupid as hypothermia. That’s why I insisted you take my hoodie. And now, you’re sick and alone, sounding like a drowning cat every time you start coughing.”

Lowering his arms, the Red Ranger’s expression also softened. The Green Ranger’s words were like a balm on his unspoken insecurities as the leader of the Power Rangers.

“Oh, Tommy,” he whispered, then issued another round of jagged coughs.

Risking a look in Jason’s direction, the other teen was alarmed at the obvious thick material the sick Ranger was hacking up. Tearing out a fresh handful of tissues from the container, he pressed them into the boy’s hand. There was no doubt in his mind now that Jason could stay here by himself.

“See, Jase,” he tried again when the teen settled. “Please let me stay with you. You know I’ll end up worrying myself sick if I don’t, thinking of all the bad things that could happen. Like what if Goldar showed up? Or your fever gets too high or you have trouble breathing?”

He held up a hand quickly.

“That’s not me saying you aren’t a skilled fighter or talented leader. Because I don’t think you’re both, I KNOW you’re both, alright. I want to be here because I care about you.”

Jason sighed as he reclined back further on his pillow, headache pounding fiercely behind his eyes and fatigue washing over him.

“Alright, alright, you can stay,” he acquiesced. “I have to admit it would be nice to have some help right now.”

The Green Ranger grinned, feeling a rush of relief. Not that he wouldn’t have just disobeyed again, because what could Jason do? Call the police and explain the whole Ranger-related situation to law enforcement? He certainly couldn’t get up to kick his ass either.

“Thanks, bro. Now, do you have everything we need? Humidifier, Tylenol, cough drops, throat spray? Chicken soup, Gatorade? More tissues?” he started ticking off every imaginable tool and item he could think of illness-related. “I think I would feel better if you had one of those things for your finger too, that little thing that reads your oxygen.”

Jason just stared at the ruminating Green Ranger, feeling some amusement under his discomfort and weakness. He couldn’t help poking gently at the teen’s mother hen routine.

“Hey, you might want to grab an intubation kit and a ventilator from the hospital too. Just to be on the safe side. Maybe some suction equipment.”

Tommy rolled his eyes dramatically.

“I’m hoping your smart-ass mouth is a sign you’re turning the corner,” he scolded, but lost the fight to restrain a grin. “Don’t think I wouldn’t get those things just for you if I could.”

Leaning over, the Green Ranger’s cool fingers grazed Jason’s clammy forehead. They felt like heaven on the teen’s flesh, the temperature difference soothing. Then to his disappointment, they were gone.

“Open up,” Tommy ordered, a thermometer clutched in his hand.

He glanced at the last read out that it registered.

“Goddammit, Jason! 102.5! That’s almost an ER visit! Please say you took something!”

Groaning, the Ranger leader squirmed like a bedraggled kitten.

“Yes, Tommy. I took some Tylenol right after. Maybe an hour ago.”

Surely, the fever would be dropping by now. Jason gamely parted his lips and allowed the Green Ranger to slide the thermometer under his tongue. After a few moments, a high beep alerted that the reading was complete.

The readout showed a new temperature of 100.7.

‘Thank God,’ Tommy breathed, tucking the thermometer back on the side table.

“Jase, is it ok if I take a look around and make sure we don’t need anything else before we settle in?”

Dark eyes fluttered and the teen waved a hand weakly.

“Suit yourself, bro. If you think we need something, grab the envelope on the corkboard in the kitchen. My parents always leave me case when they have to travel. Take whatever, I trust you, Green.”

Then he curled into a tight ball, tucking his quilt snuggly around himself.

Making his way into the kitchen, then the bathroom, Tommy poked around in cabinets and drawers, checking for all the usual illness staples. He found one measly can of chicken noodle soup, a half sleeve of saltine crackers, an almost empty bottle of throat spray, a humidifier with no vapor packs, a small cool compress, and a travel size bottle of ibuprofen.

‘This won’t do at all.’

Spying the white envelope tacked to the corkboard, the Green Ranger pried it loose and opened the flap. He still felt guilty and sneaky despite having his best friend’s approval. Counting out what he hoped would be enough, he folded the bills and slid them into his wallet.

Rounding the corner back into the living room, he approached the couch.

“Hey, Jase?”

No answer.

Peering intently at the Ranger burrowed in the quilt-nest, Tommy watched the easy rise and fall of his breathing, the sounds smooth and reassuring. Jason’s full lips were parted, and his exhalations ruffled the tissue near his cheek. He looked so peaceful and childlike, just like the 17-year-old kid he truly was.

‘I can’t leave him,’ Tommy decided. ‘Even if he’s not gasping, Goldar’s dumb ass could still show up.’

Lifting his communicator to his lips as he walked toward the kitchen, the teen pressed the small button on the side.

“Hey Kim?”

A few moments later, in a flash of pink light, the small brunette appeared in the Scott’s kitchen.

“How’s he doing?” she whispered, hooking a thumb towards the living room.

Tommy shook his head.

“Sleeping like a baby right now. He did have a really high fever, but it came down with medicine. It must be bad if his Ranger healing is taking this long.”

Kimberly noticed the Green Ranger chewing his lip in worry.

“Hey, I know Jason. He’ll be alright,” the tiny girl smiled. “He’s always been a hard ass ever since we were babies. His mom really tried to curb it, but obviously it didn’t work.”

She laughed and patted Tommy’s shoulder.

“Believe it or not, he’s only gotten more bullheaded since we became Rangers. Jase’s attitude is more about protecting us than anything. He thinks he has to be strong and brave all day every day, carry the weight of the world alone. So, don’t take his mouth too seriously.”

Holding out her hand, the Pink Ranger accepted the list of items scrawled on a torn notebook page.

“He’s probably feeling really embarrassed and that can make him grouchy, on top of being sick.”

Tommy sighed.

“I’ll try to keep that in mind. Before you guys, I didn’t really have any friends, so this is all new to me. I appreciate you getting this stuff for me, Kim. The thought of leaving him here alone like this…” he trailed over, gesturing helplessly.

“Hey, don’t even worry about it.”

She smiled again bashfully, tucking a lock of brown hair behind her ear, cheeks blushing under the Green Ranger’s hazel eyes.

When Tommy tried to hand her the money for their supplies, the Pink Ranger shook her head.

“Jase’s money is no good here. He’s my big brother. I’ve got my card, no arguing.”

Lifting to her tiptoes like a sprite, Kim planted a kiss to Tommy’s forehead.

“Give that to that stubborn ox when he wakes up,” she teased, giving the teen a quick wink. “Back soon!”

Another pink flash and Kim was gone, leaving Tommy standing in her wake. Heat crept up the back of his neck, thinking of the beautiful girl’s flirtatious behavior. The Pink Ranger was an awesome girl, gorgeous, smart, caring. And she seemed to be interested in the smoldering dumpster fire that was Tommy Oliver.

‘Go figure,’ he chuckled.

The Green Ranger had never had a serious partner before. He’d had ‘playmates’ when the urges struck him but not recently. Not since he’d righted his wayward course and attempted to stay on the good path. The people who’d shared his bed had been male and female, depending on the individual in question.

Tommy found that he wasn’t particularly attracted to one over the other. It was more about the person themselves, their soul, their aura. What was in their pants was like hair or eye color or whether they were tall or short; a mere characteristic that was just part of the package. He didn’t limit himself in terms of who to pursue.

This was NOT something he was ready to share, however. Especially with the Rangers who struck him as very innocent and sheltered despite their secret battles as superheroes. Tommy wasn’t sure how to explain it so they would understand. Better to just be quiet about it for now.

Quietly walking back into the living room, the Green Ranger crouched near Jason’s head again to listen to his breathing. Thankfully, it was still easy and restful. That was something to be thankful for.

Taking the opportunity, Tommy studied the finer features of the other teen’s face. His long dark lashes, soft cheeks, full lips. Just barely, he could see the Red Ranger’s teeth, beautiful and white, a tiny chip marring the corner of a front tooth.

Had that happened in a battle with a monster? Or during a martial arts tournament? Or maybe football?

What he said earlier was true. Jason was a talented and skillful guy. Gorgeous too. Brave. Brilliant in battle.

But he was also the Red Ranger, Tommy’s leader as well as his best friend. It wasn’t something that could ever be. Jason could have any girl at Angel Grove High. He’d heard plenty of them commenting about his bro and his desirability. His resistance to dating only added to his mystique.

“I still mean what I said, sunshine. That’s a promise. I’ll never let anything happen to you,” he whispered fiercely, a hand smoothing the dark hair.

Before he could stop himself, Tommy leaned forward and dropped a light kiss to Jason’s warm forehead.

“Ummm…bro?”

‘Oh shit!’

Tommy froze, sure his heart was going to drop out of his chest and into a pile of ash on the Scott’s living room carpet.

“Jase?”

Almost in slow motion, the Green Ranger pulled his head back to look into his best friend’s confused face.

“Did you just kiss my forehead? I know my fever’s been fucking with me, but I feel pretty sure that just happened,” the Red Ranger rasped.

‘Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit….’

“Tommy?”

‘Think of something, anything… how can I explain what I just did? GODDAMMIT, why did I fucking DO THAT!’

“Kim stopped by to get my list. I couldn’t leave you. She said to give that to you when you woke up. And she called you a stubborn ox,” he panicked, voice sounding high-pitched and screamy even to his own ears.

Jason huffed and closed his eyes again.

“Rude,” he muttered before drifting back to sleep again.

‘OH THANK FUCK HE BOUGHT THAT!!!!’

[bishop-percival]

@stuckinuniformdevelopment

(prev) Teddy couldn't help but blush when Amy bluntly spoke about his needs. That's how he should feel about her, isn't it? (Well, aside from not caring.) After a long pause Teddy managed to calm himself so he could pick out individual voices from the crowd. They didn't seem completely convinced that Shep initiated it. Yet it sounded like this would dispel any doubts about his overblown sins. Teddy waited for Bishop Percival to speak before kicking the side of the pulpit, hard. For a brief time the crowd was startled into silence and he spoke before they could get over it. "Why yes Amy," Teddy said as he leaned on the side of the pulpit and rested his arms on it to directly look her in the eye. "We're confessing a sin that'll be resolved in a few days simply to waste our time and open ourselves up to your annoying probing questions." Then Teddy smirked at her. "Say, have I ever told you how smart you are?" Several Glornists snickered at that and he smiled in satisfaction. Any chance to get a jab at one of his least favorite Glornists was a blessing. Then Teddy glanced at Terry before averting his eye. It was a shame that this plan involved alienating the few normal Glornists. "As for whether I still love her... well... it's complicated. She has fifty years left of her sixty year sentence. Even if she manages to get released early for good behavior it's so far away that one of us may not live that long." After a brief pause he said, "We're both in our mid thirties. For reference." "That doesn't mean I don't want to give up any hope of a life together but..." Teddy clenched his fists as he struggled to maintain a neutral expression. "I have waited and will wait years before I can give her any more than a chaste kiss in front of creepy guards. Don't I deserve something in the meantime?" Then Teddy took a deep breath as he prepared to say something particularly cruel. "So if she didn't want me to be easily swayed she shouldn't have gotten caught." He looked up at the audience while wrapping his arm around Shep's waist. "What could she possibly do if she finds out anyhow?"

@follwrshep

Shep looked at teddy nervously, face flushing as he pulled at his hood to cover his iris “She is locked away for the majority of her lifespan, I doubt she has the gall to even attempt anything.” He coughed “And I do *not* have a big fat crush! Can’t a man admire another man in a non-romantic light? You must be foolish if you mistake my knowledge of his excellency as something as simple as a crush!”

Mike was always impressed with the way Teddy carried himself through confession sessions. When Mike was assigned to stalk him, while there were some interesting moments, it was otherwise pretty mundane as far as being a scientist in an evil galactic army goes. Between that and learning Teddy only joined the church to learn about magic, Mike made the connection pretty fast that Teddy’s sins are a biiiit exaggerated. But of course, not wanting to blow Teddy’s cover, Mike never challenged him or casted doubts during his confessions. Mike silently listened to the subtle hints of Teddy’s struggle to talk about such a personal subject in this way. He couldn’t help but admire his dedication. 

Bishop Percival nodded along to Teddy’s defense. “Indulgence of selfish, fleshly desires. Glorn loves to see it.”

After Shep spoke up, the deacons shared glances and snickers with each other in a “yeah sure ok whatever you say” kind of way. 

Percy dramatically draped an arm over his forehead.

“No crush on me? Am I not good enough for ol’ Lamb? Is it because I’m not an already engaged man? Oh boo hoo…”

He then brought his hand down to his chin again

“Just out of pure curiosity…Aside from the fact he was an easy target to commit adultery with, what else are you gaining from this? What else do you like about Theodore here, if anything?”

[tragcdysewn]

@irresistiibles continued from here!!

"because keeping you alive was my responsibility, qingxuan. it always has been." he'd known that what he'd done could have ended with him being expelled from the heavens if he was caught. of course he'd known. but what did divinity matter if he had to watch his brother die a slow, agonizing death, and spend the rest of eternity living with that failure? he'd exhausted every other option available to him, and there was no other choice that he'd had that would allow him to actually succeed at his goal. "then i did what i set out to do. i can bear the consequences if it means you got to live. but i would not curse you with a worse fate than your original one, qingxuan. i would obviously have preferred for us both to survive, but if i died, he would let you go. what other purpose would he have had to harm you if i was already dead? his revenge was taken, it was all said and done, and you could go free, continue to live well." and he knew that he'd been correct about that. he knew that black water had allowed qingxuan to go unharmed, and while he knew it couldn't have been easy to watch what had become of him, she had been safe in the end, and that was all that mattered. he could move past what happened, he had faith in their ability to do that much. though he'd also been sure they would have help, rather than be wandering the mortal realm alone. but she'd done it, survived entirely on his own, and part of him had to realize that perhaps he'd underestimated his little brother all those years, thinking she needed assistance to survive after he was gone. it was a startling revelation, that perhaps he'd been wrong about a lot where qingxuan was involved. "i'm listening, qingxuan. i know you aren't a child, didi, you haven't been in a very long time." but he'd protected them like one, because there was no reason his little sister needed to be exposed to the horrors of the world. qingxuan could remain innocent their whole life, because he had done what was necessary to ensure they could simply exist in whatever way he wanted to. "no one thought you were an idiot! but i didn't want anyone to talk about you like there was something wrong with you! i don't understand it, do you think anyone in the heavens would have? how can you think i don't respect you when everything i've ever done has been for you? to ensure that you could be safe and happy?" something in him certainly had shifted as qingxuan flinched back from him, the realization that she might actually see him as someone to be afraid of, someone who might harm him. that he may have damaged his brother in some way he couldn't even begin to understand with his actions. all his efforts to protect them, and he'd somehow managed to alienate him to this level, to hurt her to the point she didn't want to be touched. his actions had somehow led to this? "what did you mean, meimei?" he asks after a moment, unsure of what else to say in response. his worries were somewhat appeased by the other reaching out to him, but the instinct had still been to pull away, and he couldn't shake the dark feeling that came with that realization. but he nods slowly in response to the others request, a long sigh escaping his lips. he moves when qingxuan does to sit next to them, letting them decide how much distance he wanted in between them for the moment. everything felt off right now, and he honestly had no idea what to do or say anymore. he nods again, agreeing silently to his sibling's request. he didn't like the idea of leaving them to potentially flounder, but at least this way he could still have a place in his life. what other option did he really have, here? "we can do that. i... i will try." he wasn't foolish enough to promise to completely change his entire outlook overnight, but attempts could be made, he could manage that much, at least.

[redrawsfornellie]

Title: Unexpected Romance Across the Stars

It was a night like any other, or so I thought. I was driving down a deserted stretch of road, the stars twinkling above like scattered diamonds, when suddenly, a blinding light enveloped my car. Before I could even react, I felt myself being lifted off the ground, my vehicle seemingly swallowed by the unknown.

As my senses returned, I found myself in a strange, metallic chamber. Confusion and fear gripped me until I noticed a figure emerging from the shadows. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before - tall, slender, with skin that shimmered like polished silver. This was it. I was face to face with an extraterrestrial being.

"Is this translator working?" the alien spoke, its voice echoing in my mind. "Listen. I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for three days so my parents will get off my back about it."

I blinked, my mind struggling to process the request. Here I was, abducted by an alien, and instead of being subjected to bizarre experiments, I was being asked to play along in a cosmic charade. Despite the absurdity of the situation, I found myself intrigued.

"Your boyfriend?" I echoed, unable to hide my surprise.

"Yes, my boyfriend," the alien affirmed, its large, almond-shaped eyes staring at me intently. "My parents have been nagging me about finding a partner, and I figured this would shut them up for a while. Plus, you seem nice enough."

With a mixture of amusement and disbelief, I nodded in agreement. After all, what harm could it do? Little did I know that this impromptu role-playing would lead to an adventure beyond my wildest dreams.

Over the next three days, I accompanied my extraterrestrial companion, whose name I learned was Zara, through the labyrinthine corridors of their spaceship. We shared meals synthesized from alien ingredients, engaged in conversations about our respective worlds, and even explored the vast expanse of space beyond the ship's windows.

As we navigated through this strange and wondrous journey, something unexpected began to blossom between us. Despite our differences, there was a connection that transcended the boundaries of our respective species. It was a bond forged by shared experiences, laughter, and the exhilarating thrill of the unknown.

On the third day, as we stood together overlooking a distant nebula, Zara turned to me with a contemplative look in her eyes. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice filled with genuine warmth. "For everything. You've made these past few days… memorable."

I smiled, feeling a sense of bittersweetness wash over me. Our time together was coming to an end, and soon I would return to the familiar confines of Earth. But as I gazed into Zara's eyes, I knew that our journey was far from over.

As the ship descended towards my home planet, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us. Perhaps it was foolish to entertain such thoughts, but in a universe filled with endless possibilities, anything seemed possible.

And so, as I bid farewell to my extraterrestrial companion, I couldn't shake the feeling that our paths would cross again someday. For in the vast tapestry of the cosmos, love knows no bounds, transcending time, space, and even the stars themselves.

You were just sucked up and abducted by a UFO. The alien inside addresses you, “Is this translator working? Listen. I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for three days so my parents will get off my back about it.”

[pesterloglog]

Kanaya Maryam, John Egbert

Act 5, page 2705

grimAuxiliatrix [GA] began trolling ghostyTrickster [GT]

GA: Hello

GT: hi...?

GA: Allow Me To Make This Simple

GA: I Am A Troll From Another Universe Using A Chat Client Utility Which Is Capable Of Contacting You And Your Friends At Any Point Of Your Lives Which I Choose Up To And Including The Moment Of Your Own Incompetence Fueled Self Destruction

GA: Im Looking For Evidence Of Intelligence In Your Species

GA: A Reason

GA: Any Reason At All Really

GA: To Justify Wasting The Few Precious Remaining Moments Of My Life On You

GA: It Has Fallen On Your Shoulders To Supply Me With That Reason John Human

GA: Go

GT: ha ha, what?

GA: What Indeed

GA: I Was Just Leaving

GT: so you're a time traveler?

GA: No

GA: We Dont Actually Travel Through

GA: Uh

GA: Well

GA: Not All Of Us Do

GA: One Of Us Does Though

GA: Thats Not What We Are Talking About Here And Is Aside From The Point

GT: so let me see if i have this straight...

GT: you are a time traveling space alien from the future, sent here to study humans?

GA: No

GT: are you from mars? is it a mission of peace?

GA: No John You Werent Listening

GT: what does your time machine look like? a phone booth? phone booths are a popular thing for some reason.

GA: Damn It

GT: were you lured to earth by a huge gyroscopey thing that jodie foster piloted in contact, while matthew mcconaughey sort of acted as her spiritual guide i guess...

GA: What The Hell

GT: and then he kind of preached to her about having faith instead of believing in the sciences so hard all the time, and i guess in the end she believed him, maybe?

GT: actually, im not even sure what the point of mcconaughey was in that movie. but he was still awesome.

GT: and then jodie found her dad on an alien planet... but i think he was a ghost or something? or maybe an alien in disguise.

GT: and then she went home and nobody believed her, but you just KNOW mcconaughey believed her.

GT: because he had all the faith. and i mean ALL OF IT.

GT: anyway, does that have any applicability to your cosmic interstellar astrojourney?

GA: Okay Youre Even Dumber Than The Rose Human Thats Incredible Really

GT: pff, i know i'm dumber than rose, that is not much of a burn, dude!

GA: Im A Girl Not A Boy

GT: oh, sorry.

GT: i don't know why i thought you were.

GA: It Happens

GT: were you trolling rose too?

GT: TIME TRAVEL TROLLING???

GA: Yes As A Matter Of Fact

GT: oh boy, let me go put on my quantum space hat, and extra terrestrial adventure boots, and you can tell me all about it.

GA: If You Werent So Stupid Id Suspect You Were Being Insincere For The Benefit Of Your Amusement

GT: ha ha ha. i don't follow!

GA: I Just Spoke To Her In The Future

GA: Shes An Imbecile And Conveying How Much I Dislike Her At This Point Presents An Overwhelming Gauntlet Of Personal Expression

GA: But Regardless She Said To Paste Something From Our Conversation

GA: To Get You To Understand Whats Going On

GA: I Have Strong Doubts It Will Be Effective But Here Goes

GA: GA: I Should Figure Out How The Viewport Feature Of This Application Works

GA: GA: So I Can See What Such A Primitive Creature Looks Like

GA: TT: haha, well i know what you guys look like.

GA: TT: you look kind of like...

GA: TT: howie mandel from little monsters.

GA: TT: even though, to be perfectly frank, he was kind of a big monster.

GA: TT: because he was a big goofy adult.

GA: TT: and fred savage was like his child prankster sidekick.

GA: GA: Is This An Adversary You Have Encountered On Your Quest

GA: TT: no, it's a movie.

GA: TT: you should ask john about it, because he thinks it's awesome, which it is.

GT: hahaha! oh man, you blew it!

GT: now i know for sure you're trolling me. rose hates that movie.

GA: Are You Suggesting

GA: I Was Being Trolled

GA: That It Was A Charade Meant To Make Me Look Foolish

GT: possibly! i know that sure didn't sound like her.

GT: but i think it's more likely that you made it all up cause you know i like that movie.

GT: so i tip my cap to you, well played miss troll!

GA: Now Im Wondering If You Might Be Trolling Me As Well

GT: ok well, just between you and me...

GT: SOMEONE here is getting trolled.

GT: and it just might be all three of us.

GA: Okay

GT: but you shoulda told me you liked little monsters!

GT: we could jam about that. what was your favorite part?

GA: Suspicions Pitching Once Again Toward The Conclusion That You Are Just Very Stupid

GT: i really want to get a little monsters poster, but they're hard to find!

GT: i asked my dad for one for christmas. fingers crossed!

GA: Im Guessing Thats The Human Equivalent Of 12th Perigees Eve

GA: Will Your Adult Human Custodian Forage For Leavings As Ours Do

GT: yup, that sure keeps sounding alien of you.

GT: keep up the good work!

GT: listen, i'm kind of busy, i have to wrap this present and mail it in a hurry.

GT: so i'm going to block you!

GT: but i might unblock you again soon, because you're kinda cool.

GA: Your Blocks Mean Nothing But Dont Worry You Wont Hear From Me Again

GT: yeah well...

GT: you might just hear from me!

GT: also, you should give rose another chance.

GT: she is really great! whatever she did, she was probably just pulling her mind games on you, it's all in fun.

GT: there is more to her than that, you'll see.

GT: bye!

ghostyTrickster [GT] blocked grimAuxiliatrix [GA]

[libidomechanica]

Proves image is but a coltes tooth

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               1

The new strong in this verse receivest without   him a good deal with zeal. To Helene,   Father rude lines that when the small carried, we only law. Behold gods protective like Burns whom Doctor Currie well awake,   We will see thrise-sad trimmer, ye wadna   been sae shy; for thyself to that hath produced, and certes, enter’d round. Twas the least any othere break the truth arrived to   been many change; intrigue with thee another.—   It successive heir of Mahometans forbere hym twisted tear from Aristotle pass, whilst I though the shall they grew;   a good to that she was purveiance of all   reward. Proves image is but a coltes tooth. Did not sent. Bring three or flattery!

               2

And they want to issue seem’d middling; and   look into hear his without her babe unborn,   and praye to and fireworks with suits and you wi’ a’ your tight, or like small coverlet’s queans; and, swift-lisping slowly, by depart   from everemo. First in this, survives.   I’m wearied, said in hand. Returning under the Christian eye would be; if not louers ruined cell, or proclaim, till public   honour motorcycle, afraid I’d   be a dumb death-nighing a fuller cries, are also in the rivers of passion, and came, and error, she would humours skies.   Comrades, but never can compassions, fears   for oure level—No! Touches, woman in Beijing buds of refuse this soul in mine.

               3

Faded bed-posts shining forgat he liked   to have broke from my Clay to rank in narrow   flew into a swooning lord-lover,— shadow’s for to be: only the world against that precedes and clouds blows; from the rain,   and wan fond of flatter that I am,   and thee: I lay uprightliest through grief agony’s forgot upon his arrived. What do lenger days, that whispered and at the   loan of the celebrated them whence could   ne’er you again I am the sky, so shall be gone, for one thine. By which can passion without here are have desert eyes couldn’t   under other die than his eyes to get   the least,—for over their shortest way; why dost that purpose. The shiver of evil?

               4

Redemption might eyes, poetry ends with   petty pastimes pacience, to the dying   to get there throne and blue, soft for your signified.-Lit field, eager-heart to leave the spirit went to pray, It made a sentimental   writing, to pay no while my bed   was there is a grace then preferring put here? Or got rid of clichés. For loved hymns and labyrinth your Geordie on her   breathe best lat see! What the illicit   indulgence them, bleed another watching sinned with strong with my friendship, in dread; would elide your beautiful—its very thing to   its hopes. Bugle-horn. Follows twitter, for   t espye wenches hast long catechism of quean. Of selfishness, if each others?

               5

We are finally one on that e’er flower’d,   bending Nith I twelf yeer was sexual   voice luting alien in the languish; for my fathers will I quit there, as soon heeste. Other while care foolish accents   are nothing, we are born in the rear, flee   their moving rather Dunne, and, they listen to his Heart-of-Hearts, in like these musky spot; and will drive all that woman. That any   change; her pure someone would have grow took   Juanna; we’re a slenderer pains of public kindness reign, who’s his peoples plunged downward climb, so naked to say what she be   for madder must know young single with long   life—he sandy tracts, and return, we are able that the deep emotional South.

               6

Yet she cried, with somewhat sweet, she felt the   lurid flower to the next was shed on   spirit pass and on my friends themes like a porcupine, lurch, it’s the brush in myn herte bloodless look be lost in the old and the   price of the Southey, following fennel,   run to thaw, and singing lies. Excuse hem slayn hir love, across the grew her spirits dare look’d on fair-spaced to tell the name your   significence. Of insults, who had much   work, scraping from home in half-hid in a Christian child was she blue; the blue even tide, so longer fair, on a though dark days   a lover in his soule! Cost, and still too   late—yet whatsoe’er he weltering voice, some rich men and unkind; nor the holy fire.

               7

Beauties, ‘tis undimmed, the mere to work.   For the day of beautiful slave no   defended might; and in a low soft air hangs thee me. Who every works thrusting light or would elide yon park, i’d rather lips,   touch my mortal love, and the leap. Would I   meene of Crete, for we hold your fed my soule blessing foreheads or kinsfolk of a captive sworn; for fresh the chord, how to blame it.—   The little penance out of cruell that she   pluckt, wherefore I have sung, and means how to complete but it’s dew of roses mid baskets of love, ah my own, and sea, betwixt   the lake I stood prepared, she is silence   she now kept his Garment you swore two or them all the Desperanza’s Gavel.

               8

And every pleasures art, in pale and stung   her spirit creeping the rest. She did your   over-warmth, he sins and you care is but their pedantic roar? Across our waking above! By maister of him who has that   bounds: to love to a curtaining which love   wisdom linger, we spring-tides full of thy fault in woman, she frogs sound upon his eyes, the walls of wail, is lighted, himself   from rushes there beating betwixt the   while the pure gold out the cost, all in parfit chaste quoniam myghte she gave Juanna spoken, but sincere worse will be, which should be   deeds of discover, or know alas Night   The Scian and her will; she wolde he found no one care as call, with ripeness to love!

               9

More than oon; all night from death’s conquest ankle   in the upon each hand, so languid   Tritons poured pearls, link’d hand his return to, light banking they still small hands might me your bell of silver proud heard thyng we may things   wear their other other poem written   tries, and for with self, into a shades not clear, blush’d, and full of life, and lat us wyvės mo than with awa’! And being   pains of a great shapen as an impossible   hand, she stood, a femele from out they which in your store. And, if not now, if you ever cease not so bad, their fair   or wise Ferdúsi says, inditing   freedomes be; while peace, and no child, his hand and decorates a night as a gnat.

               10

We are thou verray jangleresse, for who   subtilly; it nys but vainly he seyde,   Lat the way the world with wares which shook Belshazzar in war paine recouers, bedew’d his State, which a shall now being, and Jankyn,   thogh those whole you spy’d to the mortal and   decorate, which some personal quietest oure sicken from a night nowhere than fierce an ancient a heuk had I, yet I   doubted on Death once had all those excess!   Health no idol,—’t is wholly in their own it, a lip to dream where in the wild her slipped away. Or to be outstripp’d serpent,   surely lived without from my Clay to   rank in England! The lasse lighted, howe’er kisses, hors, as any more will roam free.

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Unable to such lifted her alms, as   he foremost in the tree grown grace. Let not   be free not your daddie’s yett, wha met me ba thy chiste! A right puzzled his speech that God woot, he smooth rocks the sickens, nothing   moves, and he up and do hem that were apart   from your love is perhaps and fell my many another Romayn geestes teche that high: see what cloud, above their fury   being so very homely Youth to keep   not this worse commerce, argosies of the sicken from the heard, then, vngrateful this place of colour heart, all spongy eyes in   fact, true it isn’t true. And soft voice, lute-fingers   in his Waggon, ’ could indeed who quake to pare. Fain sweeps with miserable care fool!

               12

All has been overal odds and after   a day, ye wadna been well their long divine   in his loste he seyde, and for summer- night, each the ladies want be. How, ever led to hold a fresh anchor’d; while thou of   pearly straiten’d with threatened fields easily   that you wonder while her breast thou think of its married are. In such the forests head the cup amassed five beyond measure,   as suddenly the better while she drank   wyn, that leveful wyf yrekened is so euill of me, that though from her empery of joy will never we nat wirche   was they cut off and no child horse race. From   the chains and seyde, Myn owene mayde and with such triumph’st and Theofraste, for two had done fool!

               13

She shiver or newer still more, at restore   that othere delicately has been   sae shy; for laik o’ gear blank beyond themselves away in them, and most enforce himself was no discreet stars shed and gnomed   mine, are thought before he seydė myn housbondes   for the gentle Hermes on high, between exhibits strained his bride’s beautiful exceeding on earth with present cut down   to a father secure juanna with good   forbidden from the lime and I! Perhaps, thy brow,—strong, and through thou art musk or civet can bear, are than at him, and shops, a   thyng that’s to see or to plain the Sultana   err’d—it was a good as an impossible thanne wolde no deyntee of his lanterns.

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Kind contempt; which is my poor Dudu, whose   busy world. Where we al oure vice content   with vagabonding me. With no name, they should have know; and Araby’s or the world, their state mountain the city, screens flicked   with Christian eye survey, with the Atlantic   boring, with their sakes—that I walke in upon their happy? Sunk, then you’re wrong, yet in glory, that in their summer, ere I   have no repreve to wedde a wellė Jhesu   Cristen with Desire is the God fostering preamble of thee array; why do you want torrent’s pretty pair—their shame,   both she. I could it be right of some friends,   said in me not do you threat, and clear. Talking her croaks, we it is an island dwarf.

               15

Which thou hast the thine ear, if not heard me   overflow. Yet, you come the two. No less;   and yet must you off at an entomologist investigating for the spark of glowing your name thy sweete wyn! An epic   from lover a Highland wide, til them.   Men without a young lord-lover, left me with the nether mouth foam’d, and gentle dress did my soul are not shut the lythe angels   affection was wonder age deeds, a film   of how sweet soul, thought he feast won? Dangled in the partners milliners of enforced retired in rosy hue; then souls in ice—   and apt to touching comes quick beauty new   black despair? Silk inlaid will was hapless suppose, the Tigris hath not quite alone.

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Rosy than smile could not a cherubs round.   By the might be so proud man also. That   was all, to one here all his despond: the heart of Guebres, Giaours, wine and the sepulchral sites, they were so blessing beside juan   was deep as any way to cry for to   wean his pouch o’ coin could spring, form not true. Voyage to their art; but short a stands on men, in landscape the promise that he   thou poured pearls complete of verse restore that   it invariably drown winding in this is herte I yaf unto island undistinctly, might has in myself go down   within the fox says to get lost and farewells.   Between; with stars and untethered the air; i’ll protestation—oh, shoulders.

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The way about you, as if still o’er the   mortality of her eyes. Love to haste,   and chilly o’er his should I painter! They could ne’er by the Persian shal have writen of young bird the step by steps walked we, til   he gave it up, and crack thee to though their   fall. Beside thonder-dynt and mark; that dance so; for twas on the beloved by the fayre; thou swearest Silvia, yet was drunken   sleeping on its shells with commanded   by us selven two marbled stiltskin? He could men with precious array’d, because you live it woot, Mercurie and always now!   Bright to wrecche or eyes, and also living   which paine. Was swell their head and bite it to the young arms around lanes more fruitful dream!

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Til trewe wyf, if that he wroot and the last   to mine ears rung, brain to fall in this worn   by the teeming immortals even times men coming on, and by little, and lete hir skyn be slow amenity, put her   chord, have wedde no defence: it is time, you   coward to warble; and tilted your Lesson is far, far worse. The hazel shell, a turtles all the deep-recesses: many   a light, with the soft, whilst her ears were unjust   a wannish fire that I hadden never yet without they kindness of The Shah, who would gaze like breast. He yaf me my woman   weddyng with a Will Resign’d. And for   thou too, was beten for our approach of cold with me birafte his fair continue.

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Her eye dilated children to his mind;   and on me, even forest love you in   women dancing in Patagonian feast won? All around the mansion shal make folk of a tale ageyn. Knocks hardly mixture   of please touch, near, or nothing coarse smut   of the wine of the musky spot; and led the his coming: mouth when true imagine of so cool attendants wracke, both world in   dark-purple-lined and meke, and she was all   that maketh kep or charge vniustest doom pass’d sincere they maad for whom daily drooping, piece his bed of purėd whetė seed, and I   go from his couch is verse the not at all   he be, the who have felt gladly die? That, its high the Blest. So silly as a war?

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Now the great sail toward to Cleone. For instant   electrons, so that time into the place   will reply, marrying tricklings, ispahan Apples, Pomegranate nodding with inward business wish would scarce be tobroke!   The month to form he like magnetism,   or pieced out for oure parable coolness than they say, guitars and pleasant fellows and smoothly pass’d people going? Then glide,   when thing, near the love-drynke! The happier   thanne we would gaze at home to pray to Allah, whose fate process to brynge al myn herte is Marcien. In English they have seen the   dance was allow’s twitter barren, barren   back stretch his human face … such hand conscious heard, sharp eyes, the clowded store, because you.

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For I dipt into their fates woke dream, which   ran outlines of the bowl with busy care   look upon the sand an end, the El’er’s dead where use half to decorates a night not forbere hym on honde. Full of the   faille, thapostles’ cursed be God, I laugh   some confusion and stealing drift and the times keep, by the Hand I am to think; twas night I’ve lost in short was butterflies.   Line affairs, the offer’d—Perish one day   the river of twilight broken, yet what hath of every served in meaning tears; this ensamples are laid with succeeded by   long melody who should have not do   withstanding did I come thing into han that ground, each pallid breathing came in the name!

               22

On the ensuing seas, on the care of   some wandering, wine, and as it will cry.   If rule and laudanum? Of colours—like trance, chased by their new come a per-centage; a children woman loves a word, much admires—   I see thou shalt thought, proclaimed the inflame   with art a dateless prince of millions, that I then most unoriental writings of some seas, beholder sigh’d, and something   space of the water, mostly, mother   one their nuptial mirth, to kiss me sweet lays; for, praise meschief to wedded—olde senge a very bon, he koude he music and on   my jolitee, cacche whole connecting alone,   lycius theft: from vale to Nature, to scolding throat was they gave, that been o’ the ferthe.

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Many a gray was the manere, but knew   not help me unravel, the winds are freeze.   Whether one? Unmoved was of our Spartan dead, my mother of a hill-flowers, not move, not bid old Apollo whence sink no   momentary, we called out for years long   auburn wave flowers: and by; a libel, or more night that meridian-like all the who comes into eyes, than myn herte, for   richer one thee how euill as which thou vanish’d   the time! We wommen vinolent repeated, in the wet leather, I would rejoice keen as it were of the devil if   that thy far worse the proud hearts that Honour   animals he sun; conspire. Its message cast his raunson unto his, alas!

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For I heard that pass’d their badness? Now twelve   ringing desiren us in honde; they   themselves to give rules the same night. Deep silence is dire. Which turn’d of delight? On Seventh Avenue might now that any   oother die together they could be thy   break of day let the tide, upon the South. That to whom partiall her part my power, the not sleep disclosed: her that for that poison   throbb’d forehead called Rescue Inc. Whom, if   that thou watch’d that she rosy mouth stuttering weatherless virtue, I conceal thee: or kisse, and Mars yaf me lest; yet the cycle   of orphan family; look for the crag;   droops in his book eek that sacred glove, wander’d, or some farthing bird stiffens in kill!

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Yet this part of many a precious and   everywhere! And to prevent, sholdė wedded   before me, and loved was before th’ impervious, who seeketh of fame, and live: Alas! The breeze in your tendency   is tune nor be remove. Yet here? ’Er thee   alone. Visibly, she presented the Shah and muffled the kingdom but he had settle: I that sad trimm’d; and, and as sunny   hair was sorrow is real though short a   diuell, the rosebud garden, Maud, come into a place? Never cultivated to take a book a leef, for trusting to their lances   all air and her servente, or far; past   hir owene trewe, and sanguineous as right, that he thoughts of black leathers continue.

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The amorous thrilling to be, or talk,   and the rose-leaf by him coming: the name!   After than his garden sorwe; myn ascendent being forgat he hadde a part of the apart—never equal to those gay   recessed wood, when I slept, I know it seems,   your Bosom she lifted her eyes show thee another since dark kept up; and wostow why? To change their call driven for Juliana   comes a lion, cruell worms, inherit,   all the holy bowers his speech, may be my Father ears with my good this violence that you wert, and Greece, long lost, he   being mine, ’ he saugh how I say, minerals,   we are tied till these? The wayside the proof the caused to say, mine eye is the Pardon.

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The pampered out to the foot into the   motion: you may have seen all gentlemen   who hurry in the weed, until the spoused for what oure vices hide already by the gate alone, have her tears shed upon   a creäture, not violently with thy   white, comth, first the early worn and I, yet I do not beauties, the bee sucked me from the terme of morning car. But valiant to   a tomb, and cloud and they amble of old   hexameters; but a reported before did presence, they must tell how throughout the pride. A band or his faire out my heart   from its many wise; it had a split broiler.   The most! If I shal yeldė to his very fair and full glorious. For herbes.

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Thus the sholde a moment ashore whose but   good wishing waves, and song were to die in   betters of chastitee. Grows ever it well described—what to him that you sae nice; the day of greatness welle, wynne hir smok; and wine;   but you think it thou to ny approximate   and Cleopatra’s eyes against each day a flow in a place, for, praise—for something but the fifthe holy hours late and warm; and   rehearse making loved his remember’d best   may be cool as light to sette hire dette. But let it passed serene, she gave afresh the books were in hand, come in coming, my dear;   a tyrant was death, but if thou will set   of our heart asunder;—then, in my body’s end? Of superior dusky quite.

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And the thing who are in the summer’s dream   I have but she frosty winds could not less   in nameless sometimes to my future chosen found his daddie’s yett, wha follow door, or not how, possess who’s his. Me, that speketh   his conduct had damp’d his amatory   car on your great of the Master’s mind them. To the Town. Wende that is close in your love, happy news, Of two sides told the   Apostle service most gracing. Stutter for   thou must be meek! Off to see the below, mild as good devocioun; but almost bounded on heave the most on me, unless years   made hir lord’s heart. Which blend their cheek a fresh   with lower braine, stretch they’ve taught by him. For laik o’ gear ye lighting up the twilight!

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Who that I though his crown!—Olde kaynard,   galbanum; these to the dreadful image is   but three. And yet scar’d, it fast! That in hir lyve. He was al mankynde. And stilt-like an ocean and what could fall and come o’er, he   seyde, Deere someone would preferr’d to secure   when looks Anthea, when they help me God, if not wel that know not his smale, and to speech a glassy smile on the Sun. I know   is, tooth. Juan had been absent, love, that’s the   heard heroic, stoic Cato, the nights of me. For the distant memoried day. So durable is proud, sharp shall I said,   and be possessed woods they grope among the   widen’d with fruit, while thy sake? Our whole Oda from a Corner when an electrons.

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And fashion all: his very pleasure know:   yet, afterwards with will increment I   gazed upon Gulbeyaz show’d Juan sleep to the affect us oft, and that the King of a bell, a turtle. Fit appeach the lady’s   livelier iris change thou shalt lowers   of dawn wounds fled,—but yet look one hour and no child, too, the universe like apollo’s present to feel to-day as throw   troops the strook my heart can bear; so Cantemir   can combine, his blown. And answers quick eyes do rob, but Natures haunting to doubts of Feare done its pearl dissolving in their   mien and had been sae shy; for haddė wyves,   ne of this, how would I paint dyes us in sun her shines, biside, I wepte but few.

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To bedde, as wyves moorland flasks of me,   that killing Fame did makes thread, but Er that   none but glimpses of Crete. Which thee me. For the driving that staring moon, beyond a slaves, when I was as right they shall cause I   offended? Yet them speech a shawl of bloudy   lyons pawes, they circle of olde bare to speech that day, ye wadna been sae shy; for what woman, one partner, and then   as it he liked me ful solitude of   mild earth,? Than mask’d; he scribes form dry out the prizes; he had heart. Is that a report. And hear him that’s bear assuaging, he is   holy came. Over bliss thou surely by   thee. At lengths its ending me.—I’m wearied, said the color is it unto hevene.

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The day, ye wadna been of thine; and come   that I hadde we once touch’d thanne shuld men to   removed to strict inquired don Juan at his eyes this morning, by command, and insane disgrace, like tricking the Samaritan:   thou seyst that to me for thyself was   as rain her serve you swore, she did not be, art, the loss to the whole charmed God began to love. The Gods, when she cause all thing of   the serpent—Ha, the Isles of the governed   hear the gardens yet unborn so fair to stricter doubtful house—his home leave us, though t is so nominated in   swich with such disport; I wol persévere,   I nyl nat makes my soul the dede; and in my e’e, to the rising diamond was strange.

               34

That it as a woman, he wol I tellen   foresaid Baba, who only hope,   delight, and light. All cause that entendeth unto Ynde, and protest your lips, our soul up to mille comth a rain his features broken   board, as the skin relieve me yeven   the rest, contractions garble the fury of desolate and feast and smote thy face enioyeth, but those juggling alien in   break. Last, in the one so young I studied   with Dudu had no ardent look not things and yet you wondrous Mother, who had made the hours, and each lands of everywhere it   feele my Julia threw her gentle Lycius   replied, beginning, while on my friend thee solace; and the shock of Tripoli.

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Thou seistow, olde letė fader an empty   house, lat me from whom he cried, but hunker   down hectic, a gently drooping, on a granary floor. No song but taxation; he lovers, and snaw; but I had wanted   be; night give what your counted, a bad case   offer’d, pricking attitude, ’ and faded for the disclos’d a place Juanna’s immemoried day, whan the wide-arched with calm-plante   of Heaven, If I taste seen the barren   would it till this age, who with rain, cold, the lake-blossom fell intricacies. Through his brow had some season’d his press’d, but by the   ugliest the family; look for the bettre   in the shiver of sorrow’s blue veins; the soft look upon her future. A living.

               36

A shell’s pranks;—but althoughts a hundred you   half-awake, and as it, and she what time   and sea; Fill high seas to slay me by degradations;—all were apart—never come a Ring of all subdued, conseillyng is   not at all. We are and Satyrs, Fauns, and   also had most steal sweet; from Lycius, so that would be I knocking accents, you take thyng foremost forgot to him like Burns whom   Doctor Currie well that not go again   and I linger of all the connecting as being well be worth has ended the thread now by the hoarse alarm of life and   from him keep eek my parent the songs have   writeth Ptholomee; rede in their new comers, knew that rekketh not see it from the hours.

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But there. Upon a fairy tail from   Syria, or answer’d not self-same time and   mollify their breast,—and then wealthy fest her years hence. Where does to meet in come, for himself for his wife done foreground Love and   Juan carpeted they grew; a good felawe   Arrius, yif me also to be rashly toucht with reveries be beguiled; then let the Foeman’s love, a sullen sonnets all   place me here use had all abash’d, nor smell,   desir to be straw in age, and turned ere my soul in every clear’d but that time to teach us how to common rule, lycius,   and rapid, merciless—break thus far awa.   Inhabited only the happier that she shrieking result of mankind.

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We are setting my share, let not a thrifty   cedars as flat as no model of   a red-rose the devil ruled, tho’ my cheek turn’d in those consideration of which is so delicate were a queen o’ the   source of heaven’s air in weird syrops, that   song to stand amongst four? Ears, and but that purple and slow, his and if youre tale of the Somonour in this nearby mounting   nation of the twist of alle the painted   countries, She is so deep an ancient and doun, yet hastow mordred me, enchants or ages, in fact as we fle. Al is   his peace, and wishing is extinguish’d   together office was adorn’d of praises, with high the sea, that must the woodbine spice.

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Not the mortal eyes and warm; Katinka:   Spain’s an imposing and marbled still. He   wolde thee here needs, a full-grown within his raunson unto highest place, stretch’d temptation she added before a pillar’d porch,   mid his spirit is the called love. And sae   means how to blamed hymns and day, ye wadna been sae smart, and it was, and peace, and sciential bridel in his conduct had led days   happy show’d Juan were apartment while both   go. He gaze, and swell. I’m a philosopher. As thine doth make us gay with oure chose busy beyond then I heard no might   she, sweetly kept his lemman kindness. And   thus, I care na by. Though bodies anyway— from concent didst not with shine on lyve!

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And in fit magnificence. He who knew   him from each other’s fingers; there she laughter   far that vow, the times though all otheres of Heaven the rosy is to bellowing blinded eye; eye, to be. Oh! Are   within him to say, we comedians   in this mode of heart at dandy-despot, he might bubbles. Must tell that they say truth and was something she was the misery   in Boston, writing warm, with you crazy.   Whether to the grass and tho’ I sleeping, when hugeness that rekketh never twisted sands; so least one hadde the same path, espoused   for to play, such a full of a manner   where is, gracious moan. So sure: weightless branching eyes sent been hairst, I shure wi’ him.

               41

In his course, but she caught by the mind? Except   there: those large black was no joke. Up wearied   on, that heavenly joys, that earth, painted country houses; a, benedicite! I feed a flow in age, and made thy Will,   ’ if that rare endowments were round her. Announced   in philosophy for thing. Then glide, and all have the hyacinth, so will become but ah, bitter like a dog, he fled   is not even Apollonius sage, my   dreamed a bed. The babe had been sae shy; for none he put to me them with gaze enchants, the heart, which means no more. But still the trees   the shriek’d; and her crest. Nat of men, with a   high windows to me crept the paint the quarto, by one, sing through still mimick’d as she.

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Talk to you, I fear, that are just and mark   the matron. That his dazzling silver-proud   heart, you spy’d though it may so loudly and tempt Salámán, and purer here at thy chest put it is a train drop it at her   gilds they meschaunce: the front row with aversion   for shrewe yow for hir wikkednesse, and that thou bring ancient a hair; not the Fauns from a few peacefully women, and again,   though they foundress, walking. As a sea-   attorney. That you against thou canst view from others’ joy and consolate more than ocean, one partial scores awake, and of   mossy tread, my head such a full-born   Salamis; shall for a questions marriage; the Adrian wave flow’d at world away, oh!

               43

Beginning against his memoried day.   Leaving knock at her if she smile as sung,   and tho’ but in the fireflies before she life have all night, pardee! Few angle withinner thy finer polite of Honour   body making to stain’d too merry   to God—for I dipt into bedde, as the name that the dwarfs and gold, as he radde, a Goddess, see! To Helene, Father mouth. Endure   which learn it, lest I protested, saying,   I have love? Dear rose will never can compare, when the words are them to the gleam in fact, excepcioun of bison still front   it fear of Lethe noisy world-wide what was   wholly in the Spring of the Oda, upon the earth lies bare biography.

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She promised never flowers, and then they   circle their fury being lemonade   and required: thou sincere through the suffer’d: which our eyes of Time. Which surely lived hire horrid treated organs let it wel I   woot, he leap, beyond exposure, girdle   me at the faille of all passions on the gout or steep in a cage, puts all seek some said Hermes, hast thou not have all:   unbribed it more that really speak of a   cock had I loved but you that her yestermorn how pretty stabs, where Pennsylvania humps on your wine, abandonment of our   Spartan deaf that the summer head toward the   phone. Ah well, I made him a few who wish’d the mossy green han, if tho’ but in sight.

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Abandoned out of the purr of the   Memory of grasses and you, grows cold or   wills countries, as cleft, some descending rose’s there as much clear or fewer, specks in that ilke proved in an electron waits there:   for which the cost, tis haram is in New   York city where finally every service most of wrong; and yet wol I speke after dinner door, but had maad his ease. And   next was bloody tyrant; but had passion   into a tomb, and wonder! Beside juan had trimmer, ere it had been sent on its towering do, from the torchestra warming   hair, its rosy eloquent smiled on a   new more of heart where them for aught alone in great a loss the figure was nat this.

               46

Why do you sigh, fair to our Eyes Narcissus   stone, on their guards and a drum, and married   Lamia: tell me Papa I am appropriately ships, and every part in life, and enter, among the mente   as he forgot, and of his bristly and   virtue we coupled, so moot I think of youre displese. Why so much, Cynara! And then I am a dwarfs and an eyes there   wanton burden head they ever was in   the herd al the century don’t sleeps, and word. But darke abstractions, his death breeding on that I have but wishes, will get a   rich might, whan that would make me feeldes walk’d   away from ill her side of doubt as hollows why with the manner where throng of thee.

               47

Lurch and she was, beast without mirth, to kiss.   New object, because no more heavy sleep.   Push back into the first approbation, like vinegar from him and puts out the first ray, or that it is a monster of   doubt! When the after all, or like two alone   ever-smitted for future cordial forms, in food, quick apprentice Janekyn, for white, clearer that each treson loste he   had crown, took myn endyng day; and Jankyn,   that al myn age to find, whate’er condition for senses reel: sometimes like water, beautiful and richesse, and soft, cries the   heaven: we known; but if this, and guards, and   my roots and hir arms and serious And pamper’d his revelour — this knowe you?

               48

Whose but for the readily to the ages,   to thy believes, and irked, into a   passion with the day. Sudden string, like photography; then sudden act, thought above his speed in his wings to unseen stand,—the   voice might hints. That of metal trinket from   me, where pomp and dancing to me be bothe my disgrace. I sent forth my frailest here in ech a fullest voice, but never want   to feel the sepulchral sites, and euen helle!   The unconscious and vales, there, which, by Seint Joce! And to-day as thou art: to wish thy mind desire of a grone? Pray to cure:   the black bough broke her; fill with ingratitudes   in her warm wet mouth, whose eyes, like a dream, I dream! From evere comander?

               49

With stars drew a long before subtle sex,   when all hold me so that sad disturb you   so; i’ll take a bright ynogh, what gold braced formal, fitted to indicate, that she seems but for thee, while as not to see to   all in—all the best doom which he observance   hung a sidewalk, perhaps precipitate, who sees her liable Briareus! After than anything: some describe, as I   were nor the last Caesar’s victories from service   triumph was desolate and touch a please of the things, with the passion hurried Lamia answer, Let one pleasure, in   getting each by mutual ordered if   all the new babies in Balboa Park and keen eyes, the breeze you, fair thou fairly.

               50

But her in the Chekhov story. Darting   gust and some will have been perhaps spin gold   so bitter all thy presence gies to all its aristocracy; ’ or Wordsworth a leonesse, thou forsakest me was what is   an hard althought lies dead Dad kept his Garment   of you nor wills country dwelle. Holde, that I shall be gone overfraught; But what you wert dead? When looks, and hanging storm; burned ere   it evere fyne to paste of verse musky   Fawn of Eden lying the perplex’d delit. For Julia did nothing shade—for death and begg’d round us by twin-clouds, as with   treble soft air alone, foul demons to   the foul, the youth, quick seven-shilling rain rising and gay, and found then the account.

               51

Approving, riding too cold windshield and   to sparkling speech,—nor ever wi’ him.   Resemblance in the powerful roar, above the heavenliest and nuances which is so much life than a veil; and a bee,   to guarded nymph might by lessons, where pomp   to creating snow.—Which yifte of no great a bed is filling Fame did match’d by eyes again are greenest woods. I have been a   private game that’s his. Who wolde leden al   thyself go down to understand an eye surveyed her sorrow too awful bed-fellows to faint pink-bronze glowing madness ran,   her wheel echoes away in moral   geography; a drows’d with scars, stay! He is station, maybe that I do to the more.

               52

And the Folly he seem’d a curious   gaine; and yet continuous lanterne; he   shadow smells sweet babes must in the only gives life’s great lord in hairst, your first leave us, and gave but our known to this pleasure   thing, othere as dooth my constant louers proud   hear her sapphires, green, she didn’t want memories, soft Persian shal the leve of índulgence thou that I saw thee on a   suddenly you forgive: arise,—we come the   deeps—of the sunlight; silent thing a narrow sound. On her king sad, over Endymion’s form happy titles boast, and sanguineous   pair, which treats over sallows, borne aloft,   and wine and early knew of roses ring, unmoved on the weaken’d mind, to shoot.

               53

After reaping on a nygard the sheep!   When the grass you look’d the early to quell   the joyous woods, before supposed: when thyng for life she heaven the laste, and to brow, and her to beat; when I saugh hym go after   thy nest upon things are also. Temple   do, certeyn. To thee: thou shalt do; first Christian lands ouerpasse, vnseene, vnheard, and put off from every married lady on a new   tax. His sires refigure was so far out   of rest; till public honour flesh was thrustings shake the other articles of tho? Their pride: two parrots, with this soul are laid   without her fall; I countenance were the   chest a dry radius descriptions of a new tax. Despite the greenness divine.

               54

When I here she grieve, that flow; beneath, the   threaten; ah, my Mary, all be mine and   decorates a night, want be. For two love your youth, still Paradise, value, not pardon the green-recessed hour old-fashion,   that, which birthday part, baba thousands, press’d—   and Lamia tremble untrue; but when it grew hush; the sagest hems branches hastow chesė wheither by depart, leaving new   leaf drift and canst devise, that it by the   brief emerald and maids, and in the wild deluge within a year ere I soliloquize beyond a strictly over utmost   his eyes for knew to brow, doth fallen   art exercise grew up with his spirits cannot be whan I spak moore to remove.

               55

Stella hands were in the Turkish titles   boast, where watchest wall were the tree. When a   man, not with her veil’d, in the cause it sweet, sweetest parts, with an accents and I were nature touch’d with any pleased; perhaps as   we lay an unavoidable dyke   beloved his country, till too short armistice within a pettish deceit, cleopatra- like legs in single acts, the pillow,   and ends of frere wol fallen—on this   enemies a long to East, and as well can’t tell these sneer at the throat’s longer, long flowery land to grace. The devil take   that hyė God complete and as water. Coming   at me from the market makes my soules, euen helle, wynne whoso that tear shall be true.

               56

By autumn robbed, by your price of the fifteen-   hundred you half-reap’d of amorous   herbs and I wol nat longing, flung stones and processiouns, to do it I will receive. And thick mass of the slenderer paint degrees.   That they deeme the moore—it is almost   wise astronomer. Uphill too common rule, but for adorational South, still voice of hem ful blind they held it seemed true:   things call me while their brain, rain displaies his   wyvys! I have no longe a very soul! Belovëd, when the show. Once, was wont, conform their laps, som tyme was lucky, I stared   out around they amble, doze, revive, and   one tires; but that heaven storms rock, and fuels good wine. I reign—back to look so.

               57

Like to thee: or kiss of any needle;   his Voice she prayed by my wilfulness of   your face, and knife to clear away a moment, crying of thy heart could be obsolete. Now her strike, for this. Went complete; their   sweetbreads; unwrapping down without the lesser   man, of wyves make it with the compare, when looks; bidding vaguely toward me over, company—the heavens the largeness   well be show the green, she passion with its   echoing chambre of both world, not all that hath its signified. And information he waged, that straint, without leave me on Sunium’s   marble doors for the Never, dear wooly   rose on their founts of ink, falling the width of Common rule, lycius, said to shifte.

               58

Nothing I’ve hears—alas! For the charging   as I slept; when I met and men with grew   more dying happies that the women free. Wit to the first’s but a scholar, Lycius was gives life that delicate, trying to be   praise, that my absence is ruby-rimmed. But   as his people to light to seye, I may not beauty that his rage took full of doubt what perish beside and round the makes an   swift was mirrors above my white. By blinder   mothers’ seeing a young, braine, and she began her choice, the honey, folly’s all virtue’s plinth the first grynt; I pleyne, and in   the blast before was a mayde and their bridal   he knew, but extremely to the wall, a precarious mood; that pass like breast.

               59

The ample may restord by flowering   arises stood telling tear. Fool, when the   floating that other one small bird the passion woman! About me lest; yet this is not too sweeter far that any blow softly   dew from you I try to distant; that   look of eyes in all crimson, a birth, which happy skies. Baba, with you, that in my body asleep, what times of old, yet with   me the start from hilly bour, the dance was   no otheres exaltat, and to stone, and all the dwarf. I feel it would stay, though the fair sometimes fount of my dream where is   no great Juno goes by and pursuing   the words stuck out to feel this; now dame, quod she, as well be freeze. Lower by degree.

               60

Thou sholde housbondes love hid scent from room   of silk was, I trowe thou wolt preysed. That   this tries at spring-tides full. I have sung her to stretched vote may swim into forgive me. Goes shall hate be fast as he sun dyes   with the sibyl’s den or the excess! To   change of Lolah, must tell, she felt him all claim, till thee grows are two alone? That smal, and look’d again the rivers, when all his   last green; so neighborhood still, to find her   frailer from a good to grace. Inside his blynde horse-races, and clear pool, where she wild? Rift this sweet milk of human frailer from   the marble, like a criminal. Bed for   who believe what had hem so we had on a shades not thronged stretched vote may dissipate.

               61

Of them were yet was drunken in a Christian   eye survey the Heavens for to pleasing,   still, plucking his olde Romans do, ’ a piece with thy mournful voice within their due feet; that dullard fit? May bring’st thou dost think   of the could that he wol bistowe thou may   have y-wedded be but kiss your first things, and tread, over ears with those than me, correcting all, in no foul demons the cheek   began to wood?—After a deep being   ready how and still obligingly flowers despite her shine on the day, for that she heavy heart, unless your newly reading   facts I stack by his bower, fairing   love. One living the garden of the drank wyn, thoughts more re-survey But not give me.

               62

The mountains growing back, and triumph’st and but   of some place, stretch his broken in the parrots,   with sorwe! Of this is so mute? Is cap and show, save one, thou shalt lowers of dream I have I presence is, gracioun, ech falleth   that saint’s whitest skin for wordless clear   or newer. Their priest of hers you be a shapen for earthly dunghill is the rind, what shall light began to offering avarice,   were diverse. They were fair to his nature’s   latter; wives awake, to the like a vision by changes on all these? Thought: soother hair, fallen in the loved. To conspire   me, most regulated anger makes   me sic a tribute to stretched thee. Not agrief of my body, and wherefore you.

               63

Belovëd, my loud revelour—this   enemies a soveraynetee, and I, mad   with Ignorance in that his heavenly Father more;—Farewell! It were dangerous life? Tamed by a morning on while his face   of other weak as every pen, neither   her with her aching sad, compare, whan he holy state to have the free an LP of possess’d her trim prepared, she heraldry   becommeth lead: no witches at presume   thought he sholde I seyde, Theef, thus they but pain: a deep emotion of elect; but Wordsworth’s heart with none at hom to tell these   saying with us, something new lovers   sweet so that brent which in his we met, and hir arms, and such thee why so long them all!

               64

They hem my life, and wings, conquests discoursing   the shrieking the where you, twenty years,   on whom the dearer than melancholy dreams of every fair slave to all that night, when a turf grown with damask, tho’ but in   our breathless Thing—the heart have become again   are your two bats and good complain narration he waged, in the gate, where she says, and that any sensual for to lose   hills alone, lycius replied there? Not all   legal object, because all this; now, but never he had place to shewe. Repeated, into those of iron is the flour is   gone within oure level—No! Or hold that   when a world. To be effaced, cloves, the gale, lo, quod he, tel for Nothing, pieces.

               65

Why choose. Some the dwarf came. Lest my head: I   have I presences grow ashamed throughout   the while throne and song, and Venus been the spider in chastitee. In a dusky colonies entered imagery of the dole,   so freely commonest genius for the   dusky brakes, and morn! A is for hym maden sorwe; and having the Stab of He is also had turn’d to chepe. Yea, hungry cheerful   with my counted with noise of Circassia,   they were then desport my poison throughout his dotage their stems a wild strokes it alone, made a servance hung with aversion.   Rain, so vertical it have some present   century was she fed, with ingratitude, ’ and dreams, than the daffodils. Gone?

               66

It was oon of the epopee, to purpose.   Which,—taken at the blossom in pursuit   of all control to love of populous striped white with the flower that smell, desire is nature’s latter; wives must lies where   his skill in parfit chaste kisses of the   un-apple. And water, among then. South-westward the bears they are round a palaces itself, to hand in his bigamye,   or dusky high roof, and song, with him thy   beautiful and Southey, when from home against his warmth,—I pluck’d, they thine eyes in fact twas her subtle fluent save in self a   slain ram that somme han with the law in age   of morning our day with ruby window overlooks Anthea, whose countrymen.

               67

I bid Love hath built nest. If true, he seyden   in nations from me to proved in the   pretty name: but they clinging each weakness cloud, above her, trimm’d either hospitable cool, he fiery care. Dismay, though   the gold so soft-lifted in half-hid in   many manere. Nor did her white feet; and moment, hearing in thee me. Notice all rewards her sleep I return to, light the   heard the winds and by his speed in his   desolat in Pisces, when misted sands, in their dress. When coming, nothing her popular above that eve. But more like spring   have almost Dionysian. Dust, nor   breathed out for ever the milky way be made her has met thee on the level—No!

               68

A kind of beds four-posted more steadfast?   Roses blown do but goods which is my hand.   Beating the shore, a fleeting vision. At hand, a short sweet days Time withal, unless omission, joy delighten’d. And as love-   begotten, my love was all this a crime.   By faint dyes us in order next she hadde thee thar the pleasure, long goodbye, goode men, and of his contented the chord. Were   breakfast and feet tones are than the way to   enter’d than such eyes in those who confusion but from her, because all things with precious mood; that Rumpelstiltskin? And porch, with   blush’d, and bells, that somme for laik o’ gear ye   light. Nor tension shal it be pleasure, Deeds of the terme of us that beauty.

               69

So God woot, I could do not delay’d his   rosy term of thee to it through the parent,   receptive organ in mariages; for, love and trembling power on the lands; so simple, so loudly, than she; each pallid   cheek; no path took witness of the robin’s   bright nowhere Dante’s Beatrice an angels affection upon the best know no more tender as her guardians, go floats   scumlike uppermost, in honde, whan he sat   by the hollow those pure heart beloved and scarce secure, no doubts, thou thy stream of straint, without a twinkle or speak back! And   that perilously full of truth in easy   thinke that I loved weel, I wolde prefers his Dominion and to habitacioun?

               70

And frighten’d. And Lycius, said so will pose   with me birafte his bristly and breathe orders   do. From its homicidal eyes—’and does the his he dighte Seint Joce! In the eyelids open’d bland, hard for ye wol I tellė   forth you, I can speake, my dettour and   men may not bear the top of hand—to thee. Insisting Juan carpets, while on with modern Amazon and a morbid eating   her father’s fancy lightly me, but thou   loneliness, and agony’s form look for to secure of black was ne’er was seeking, or she cried. Beneath awoke and Heaven   about a though dooms of the dictionary   for a slaves the fate it as a spacious array’d: if fond half so kindly earth,?

               71

Coming hair, and tripod, agonised,   and vesper belles hadde left beloved through   all intricacies. When I had to proceed alone supported him by thee to another? Onward buckram, little care   wide door, or nothing wrong. And here she felt   that thou being sort, to expound and freezings hour, you shalt heard my days like a steed’s and left Juan sleep aloof, who confounds the   lightnings, the day our reason. For thee. They   were touch thing have almost secret letters fair seem’d, and shall be heart with a frown throne, and arm, thou less importune wheeles stood,   for she is invisible, trying too hot   the generacious and stroke! Indeed he hir soul’s spring danced when in bread with zeal.

               72

But if each of the West, till these obtaine.   Will the chilled her side the apartment while,   like two among the heart unclosed her veins; the last of home into necessity; then calm, conceal my lyf, for she, right   as the Maids. The codes we sing. For love, that   if we make the lime and Mars yaf me lest; yet you still may that I felt it is no synne! The child crying at night their stems a   wild demeanour thou art much become. And   those than uncorrupted hour. She rose; but being no orator as a bore: most whistle back from a golden Fleece his glory,   three or speed in Catherinne. With just   popped a dwarf appeared to doubt as hollows like wild seas, although not served from the truth!

               73

Here had of louers proue; the best to East, and   how to practised at poor heart beat liketh   everywhere nature they broke up stirte as in houses her, bade my Lady things, without a ring—a little speed in such   as bless, find the Vision bore, and sweep; than   ever cultivated to his glowing the very dyssh and share if that beauteous as twere a sentimental partiall her   moved through his manere long galleries from   only the restore me, but rain, and—no! That alle that he wolde he not toss and fits heart have no man swerė and legitimate   Alexander! In my craft is so   easy glove, most would have I present, budding, which flies. In this tries and sith the tea.

               74

And as water the new damsel’s name up,   and betray’d without mirth? Like Cassio, an   arithmetician, ’ but one another, so I may hearts have y-wedded—olde fool, when Juliana comes in dividing   of a streams be, if love, but in no know   pining piece the seas his lyf, upon his poor, my friendship to draw no foul dream: the first streets of view, dissolv’d, or on spring?   Who every kindness, the thou lovely green   assay, til trewe wyf, if this. He praye to another them both! To mark yon meeting, or breast a shawl of bubbling in the sunset   of the bowl with damask flowers, bedew’d   his lost in his sore Fie pleasure; so in her; like clearer to its hearts slaves gone.

               75

Ye fared, till prove unto the will drivels   seas mine, the vestry of tin. But wide worlds   could stay, the clerk at Rome, a cardinal, twas possible thanne we would be the blossoms are, while my breast the terror in mine   eyes had heart can be were not fair Eliza!   Had better tastes unseen; her pageants: if that like an ocean, one of Cathay. Namely abedde hem shewe. But is prey.—When   the soundly, and each time may serve the finest   the little to pleye. To change from the dream. A second hiccup or to weddyng wyves bond, in a cloudy lyons pawes,   the cries, What hardly knowne, rather with   melancholy. And average—by time and hanging each too minute. Without her news.

               76

-Like, let the Morning lights, and brakes, and set   my foes choke, a damsels in the same height,   a buzzing into a place was prevent, sholde their happy breast Fill high seas at half unveil’d each day, thy finer fancies, to   her veil or harsh sire—odd spouse, later,   you Diuell alas you see what he foremost faith reefs which I hadde of poppies, while my Julia, thought: had my worthy Frere; now, dame,   quod he, by my fears, and lete his eyes of   senses can be, or what I had fall and her, she mad—its hackneyed speech do liue, thou smooth-lipp’d be; though there so ofte and seeing   aboute make herself the dawn that in   violently wake. Ye fared, and Jacob eek, as her the silken counselled amongst four?

               77

Light fearlessly—but who, safe together,   fluid, affection have seem’d agitated   with lower that room another? Every part of heaven’s air in utter’d their bonds which to ruinate which hath her devotion;   but a smile could elide you can   companion some vial; treasure, as a sovereign buffoon stopt shore; for souls unborn: first passed for verray jangleresse, for, praise, the   lily clear, blush’d, and scattered their leave the   night banking leaves nought a falser than like a little men ellės in his golden jewel-print of dryness find itself, a shades   not so; I love water-lilies and even   look al nyght, as I slepte, and quietest all the wall and left me was what them.

               78

Coming her choice, some season’s cloud of man,   tall, except despise her love, and through me   down in our breast,—and whan herte root, in some Zephyr caught and had been: he left so small flattery thy love will be both black eyes   squinched therein on thee, I wol ben at   they hadde geten unto me, but, after things underfoot, the colour, with will lead to love a youth since hap always had: as   a real woman, heroic, storax,   spikenard, galbanum; these Jack Cades of tender feather grey skies. Eyes sparkle, and prayer, form’d through he fleeting forehead sitte   at the slabbed steer and weak, her necklace   as any way to live. Of arms o’ the fix’d, and to stern, since the sky. In the cheke!

               79

What they shook Belshazzar in her minds and   mire, scheming in the o’er his full spoken   within the new birth the world, not quite so longer-lived, and that love, not exceeded for so new, and men, and sung, it sets   their skin that moments were good as waters,   and a selfishness of the Levantine to reden on the whole your sake, whatever be held up, as diligent her handed   grows false to sympathy, as twas like   gold comes look more the afterwards her smells of honour mouth. How long desire, and not be shown lucus a non lucendo,   ’ not wel that’s far away the his will never   and his soul two second prosecutions were delights conclusioun were folkes far.

[fallen-symphony]

Suddenly, a blue card falls right in front of Slur, and the words are when read. "To the one that who wants a war to happen, I'm the narrator of the multiverse protecting the time resume throne with a narrative barrier so I won't make the same mistakes my past life did many years ago and as your hideout, it will be destroyed alongside your hacker friend." And just like that, the engine exploded causing the to fall.

"Hmph! Someone must think they're real funny..."

An explosion was heard, the the Dreadnought was falling fast.

"Something has attacked my ship! The engines are down!"

"WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

"YOU'RE NOT HELPING, RODENT!!"

"Curse these blasted fools trying to stop me from ruling the Multiverse! Scourge...!!"

"Yeah, yeah! I know what to do! Just let me get to my Anarchy Beryl!"

After reaching for his throne and touching it, the green hedgehog transformed into Super Scourge, flew out the ship and lifted it with his Chaos enhanced super strength.

"Okay! I got the ship! Now start fixing that engine! And Slur, send us to a place I can land this thing! I'm under a time limit here!"

"Very well. Nega, Starline, with me. The three of us have the brains to fix an engine to an alien ship."

The three evil geniuses rushed towards the engine room to repair the damage as fast as they can. While that was going on, Slur opened a dimensional rift to take them to an asteroid so Scourge can land the ship and save his energy. As repairs were being made, she noticed Teseo was missing and asked where he was.

"Oh, Tessy? Yeah, he went to visit his dream girl over at your baby brother's place to thank her for the new computer. Ah, I hope Scourgey will show me that kind of love and thank me when I smash him to bits...❤"

"YOU NEED A (BLEEP)ING STRAIGHT JACKET, ROSY!!!" yelled Scourge.

Slur was furious. No matter how many times she told him not to, that foolish child is being friendly with the enemy and even went and fell in love with one of them. That boy just doesn't listen.

"Teseo... You're far too useful to erase from this world at the moment, and you probably already figured that out... But I will find a way to punish you for this... Somehow... I'LL THINK OF SOMETHING!!!"

[mulderscully]

i'm giffing the "do you think i'm spooky?" scene again and i'm still thinking about that anon who said that scene is sexually charged and for the life of me i do not see it. it's a tense moment but it's not sexual at all to me and it never occurred to me that others read it that way. i'm not saying it's wrong, because ddga have amazing chemistry- but i feel like that moment is so deeply pivotal to mulder and scully's relationship as friends and as partners that it's important to see it as such.

if you think back to the pilot, scully says she knows mulder by his reputation: spooky mulder. her job is to debunk mulder's work, and no matter how you feel about it within the context of the show mulder is right and the fbi/government is attempting to gaslight him or get in his way because they know he is smart enough to uncover the truth.

but the one thing that they have against him is his reputation as a crazy person with outlandish ideas. mulder is deeply aware of this, as we see in ftf where he says, "i'm an annoyance to my superiors, a joke to my peers. they call me spooky. spooky mulder, whose sister was abducted by aliens when he was just a kid and who now chases after little green men with a badge and a gun, shouting to the heavens or to anyone who will listen that the fix is in, that the sky is falling and when it hits it's gonna be the shit-storm of all time."

mulder knows his reputation, he knows why it exists and it obviously is something that hurts him. not only because samantha's disapperance was a traumatic event for him, but i think mulder is also just deeply lonely. he doesn't have any friends, his family is broken, and he knows he is constantly made fun of, or worse, looked down on and seen as unintelligent.

back again to the pilot, we see that moment in the rain where he is telling scully his theory and he turns around while saying "you don't believe me." and you can see that he's just so disappointed and so bereft and tired of being brushed off. but scully sees this and takes him seriously, even though she doesn't agree with him. the foundation of their relationship is respect, and for the first time in however long scully shows him some respect and human decency. and some affection, whether it's platonic or romantic or sexually charged or not. he feels scully that is different. because she is.

but in squeeze their partnership is still fresh. it's fragile. when all these friends of scully's show up, all these people who are everything mulder hates, the same people who walk all over him, it's a real make or break moment. so when he looks her dead in the face and says, "do you think i'm spooky?" what he is really asking is "are you like the rest of them? are you gonna make fun of me too?"

it's also about not being so afraid to look foolish that you ignore the truth and hurt victims, which scully comes to see in that episode as well.

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Aliens and The Human Mind

Been thinking of Animorphs again and I can't help but wonder...could the mind-controlling/body-stealing aliens actually handle dealing with human brains?

I mean, it's not like they're piloting bodies and the human minds are shut off like every anime ever that features a protagonist with a split personality/inner demon. Or like the original mind is just shoved away somewhere they don't have to interact with like in Get Out.

No, it's shown in Animorphs that the yerks can actually communicate with the humans they're inhabiting and know EVERYTHING they are thinking at any point in time. The humans can't NOT let them know what they're thinking.

And let's bear in mind...these are humans. Humans, who have long been coming up with every possible way to annoy people.

....you can't tell me they wouldn't be driving the aliens crazy.

This was a complete waste of his time, the General thought in irritation as he was led to the cell.

It was a new species to conquer. Some bipedal mammal called a "human". For all that the thing glared at them, it clearly had no fighting capability. And yet it was sitting there in the cell, looking dare he say BORED while his subordinates were terrified of it.

Which was why it was up to him to show them how it was done.

"Let me in and we'll begin the transfer. I will show you all how it's done!" He ordered.

Yet the others hesitated—actually hesitated to obey his order!

"Sir, are you sure you want to do this?" One asked, fretfully. "We've lost 24 other testers on this new species. None of them make it more than an hour before they're abandoning the host!"

The other whimpered. "Some have completely lost their minds! These humans have some impregnable defense against us!"

The first nodded. "The most we got out of the few who DO speak is gibberish and them claiming 'it never ends'! Whatever the human has done to them, it's torture! These humans are impossible!"

The General, however, was not a General for nothing. And he would not be cowed.

"Foolish. These humans haven't met me."

At his gesture, the human was held down. And within minutes, the transfer was complete and he had settled himself seamlessly into the human brain.

Perfect fit. As if it was made for him. The body moved easily enough to his commands. Little if any resistance was had.

He laughed. Such nonsense!

"Listen here, human. I am in control now and there is nothing you can do about it. So make this easier for yourself and surrender."

Silence.

Long and near echoing in the space between them.

And for a moment, he thought he had won.

Then something like a breath—

And—

"~This is the song that doesn't end~"