#Ink is an English teacher while Nightmare is a history teacher

[skitastc]

Stupid Inkmare teacher AU idea that I stole somewhere

[moonscarsandstars]

michelangelo

Part 1

Part 2

did i almost forget this was a thing? that’s a secret i’ll never tell you.

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The splintered wood of the door frame scratched against the back of Remus’s neck as he leant against it.

He couldn’t help the bubbling excitement in his stomach, biting his lip to distract him from the nervousness and excitement rioting inside.

This was like a high school crush all over again.

The soft buzz of chatter from inside the cafe, and the deep, almost sickening scent of coffee beans- though that might’ve been because Remus was so erratically nervous for some reason- distracted him from the racket of cars and trucks rushing past him.

“Michelangelo?”

The voice nearly made him jump. 

Remus turned around, and felt a grin tug at the side of his mouth as he took the man’s hand.

“Guilty as charged.”

His heart sped up as the man’s appearance seemed to sink in.

The first thing Remus noticed were his eyes, how could anyone not notice them? They were sharp, and intense. Normally, Remus would shudder under his gaze, but there was something about the way the man looked at him that made butterflies erupt in his stomach.

“Sirius. I- I’m Sirius,” the man blurted out

“You’re serious about what?”

“That’s my name,” he drawled dryly.

“Oh- shit, sorry.”

“Nah, it’s okay everyone makes that mistake anyway, my parents’ fault for naming me.”

“If it helps, my parents must’ve been possessed by a mythology book while naming me. Remus Lupin.”

“You have a brother called Romulus?”

“Only child. What about you, have a sister called- what was it- Adura?”

“It’s Aludra,” chuckled the man- Sirius. “I have a brother called Regulus.”

“Honestly, I like that idea. Naming children after stars. Much better than whatever my parents were thinking when they named me, at least.”

“Can’t say the same, can I? Makes introductions a nightmare.”

Remus let out a small chuckle. “Want to go inside then?”

“Unless you’re planning to stay out here forever.”

It was as they’d stepped inside that Remus noticed Sirius’s entire appearance. Messy hair fell down to his shoulders, with a small, messy bun behind his mane, and small, silver rings hung from his ears.

Sharp cheekbones defined a large portion of his cheeks, and gave him a sort of aristocratic look, though the rest of his messy, devil-may-care style definitely said otherwise.

Sirius sat at a small booth- Remus blushed as he realised- one typically for couples.

Picking up the small menu, which was pinned onto a clipboard, Remus stole a look at Sirius. He was biting a lip, and pulling a wavy strand of hair that fell over his face.

His eyes met Remus, who blushed, but returned a polite smile.

“Why’d you choose this place if you aren’t a coffee person?”

Remus turned his face up at the word, and saw a quizzical look occupying Sirius’s face.

“Lily did- my friend. She hijacked my phone. Apparently my password’s that easy to guess.”

“Was the password Michelangelo? Tell me it was Michelangelo,” said Sirius eagerly, sitting up in his seat and leaning against the table.

“Masaccio. It even had a capital ‘M’!”

“Sorry Moony, she probably knows how to use the caps lock button. Truly a travesty.”

“Moony?”

Sirius’s eyes flicked down to a small tattoo on Remus’s collarbone. A small lunar phase one, that just peaked from Remus’s sagging jumper.

“That’s going to stick, isn’t it?” Remus trailed his finger over the ink, trying to keep himself from drowning in the memories tied to it.

Sirius smirked. “Of course it will, Moons.”

“Up for anything?” A waitress with messy blonde hair and a large grin had almost scared Remus out of his skin.

Sirius, however, was much more composed, looking Remus straight in the eye while ordering two coffees.

“I’ll have a black tea,” said Remus, earning him a mock disgusted look from Sirius.

“I apologise for having such a distasteful companion-”

“Tea is better!”

“-I assure you, he’ll come to his senses at one point.”

The waitress stifled a laugh, her eyes flicking between the two, before scribbling down in her notepad. “Anything else?”

Remus looked expectantly at Sirius, who shook his head. “No thanks, we’re good.”

“How do you not like coffee?” Sirius looked incredulous, amusing Remus.

“Why?” Remus stretched the word out.

“I offered to take you out, so I deserve to know.”

“Tell me our potential relationship won’t form on the basis on the fact that I prefer tea,” groaned Remus, but through his hands that were plastered on his face, he was smiling.

“Relationship?” Sirius blushed slightly.

“That- I didn’t mean- are- you’re”

“No, no I’m really not. Straight, that is.”

“I never was too religious, but thank god above.”

“Oh Moony, you flatter me.”

“Trust me, that’s not the only thing I wish to do to you,” mumbled Remus, blushing as the words escaped his mouth. 

“Oi! Think about the children, Moony!”

“The children? Where’d we get children from?”

“Their poor innocent ears!”

“I wouldn’t bet on that. Probably smoking, making love, disappointing us in somehow or the other.”

“Do you have no faith in our children?”

“Not really if I’m honest.”

“You wound me, Moony. I would never have offered to take you out to such a beautiful place if I knew-”

“Trust me when I say there’re other places I’d much rather visit.”

Sirius blushed slightly, making Remus’s heart raise a little. The waitress appeared, carrying a tray. She kept down Remus’s tea, and giving him an apologetic look, she placed down the two coffees next to an eager Sirius.

“It’d probably be beneficial to remind you of our no violence policy,” she said, tone dripping with sarcasm, and a grin on her face.

Another waitress whispered “Marlene!” aggressively, puling the blonde waitress back and shooting an apologetic look at the two.

“Bet you another coffee they’re dating.”

“I really don’t understand your obsession, honestly.”

“You will once you drink this cup,” said Sirius, taking off his leather jacket, and revealing his faded Queen shirt, which Remus’s eyes travelled to.

“Really keep up with the punk rock vibe, don’t you? Studded ears, band shirt, leather jacket, what next, a Harley Davidson?”

Sirius blushed and gave a small, sheepish grin.

“No. Absolutely not.” Remus’s jaw dropped.

Sirius merely shrugged. “I was sixteen, and I’d found out that my uncle left his fortune to me. So of course, the second I turned eighteen...”

“You had an entire fortune left to you, and you bought a bike?”

“What would you have done?”

“Invested it, and books.”

“That’s it? Not some fancy holiday or something?”

“No, I absolutely love literature. I’m taking English and History, and honestly both those subjects mean everything to me.”

“What career ’re you planning to take, then?”

“I... don’t know. Lily said I’d be a great teacher, or tutor, but I’m an absolute mess around people, let alone trying to teach an entire class.”

“You’d make a great teacher. Kids’d love you,” said Sirius, his eyes filled with an indescribably emotion. Somewhere near awe, noted Remus, his heart fluttering again.

“You’ve known me for twenty minutes, Sirius. Don’t get me wrong, an absolutely beautiful twenty minutes, but less than an hour nonetheless.”

“Trust me, I’d take all the time in the world to get to know you.”

Remus caught on his words, and decided now would be an apt time to take a long sip of the tea in his hands. It was scalding hot.

“I wanted to become an artist, as a side job. So I took art ‘nd art history. And James said I’d be good at some sort of job in business or media, so i took communications too.”

“You’re an artist?”

“Not really- I mean, yeah- sort of. I- experiment a bit, and I really like charcoal, and- well-”

“I’m sure you’re brilliant at it,” said Remus earnestly, making Sirius meet his eyes.

“Thanks.”

The small smile, and the way Sirius’s eyes lit up warmed Remus’s heart. He knew he could spend hours in blissful silence with Sirius, and still stay interested.

“D’you- perhaps- want to see it? Sorry- that- that was a bit forward, but I mean, you’re obviously into- into art, so-”

“I’d love to!”

[purplesurveys]

813

When was the last time you baked something for someone? It was like 2011 or something. My parents had bought a new oven and my sister and I wanted to ~baptize it by baking cookies. Our cookies honestly didn’t taste like anything but our relatives were really nice to praise us about them anyway.

Do you ever spend the night at random people’s houses? I would never do that, that sounds so dangerous lol. I only ever spend the night at my best friends’.

What did you eat for dinner tonight? Was it any good at all? It was pork in some sort of coconut sauce. It was insanely good but when I asked my dad what it was, he just smiled at me which leads me to think he just experimented and invented the dish lol.

What is the most annoying thing that your parents do? I don’t like it when my mom barges into rooms without knocking and when she’s being fat-phobic and racist. My dad occasionally has brief spurts of being agitated with everyone and he’ll proceed to have comments about every single thing going on around him, and that can get pretty damn annoying.

Would you be mad if your mom showed your boyfriend your baby pictures? If my mom showed my *girlfriend my baby pictures, I wouldn’t be annoyed. I don’t see why I would be, they’re just photos.

Would you say you’re someone who has good manners? Yes. I honestly pride myself on that fact because I’ve seen so many people my age who lack basic manners. I may not be close with my mom but she raised me very well when it comes to this.

When was the last time you went to an amusement park? Which one? I went to a school fair last January if that counts. If we’re talking about legit amusement parks, it was in 2013 when we went to Universal Studios in Singapore and Legoland in Malaysia.

Would you rather be kissed on the neck or on the lips? I’d normally prefer neck, but I haven’t been kissed on the lips for so long that I’d pick that for now.

Do you completely trust the person you’re dating? Very much.

Has someone ever called you heartless before? Why is that? My mom. Idk, she was being her.

What color was the shirt you wore yesterday? Gray, but it had a rainbow heart on the top left side.

Have you ever completely given up on someone any time in life? Kind of, yeah. Very early on I had given up on the possibility of my mom changing her ways and tendencies. Ever since coming to terms with that fact, it’s been easier to tolerate the verbal abuse. I’ve also given up on the possibility of one of my uncles turning his life around for the better, permanently.

What is one thing you’re not looking forward to in the next week? More days of being stuck at home.

Would you consider Christmas your favorite holiday? It is not and it hasn’t been for a very long time.

Would you rather give someone presents or receive them? Receive. I’m perpetually anxious about whether someone likes my gifts or not so giving is always stressful for me; whereas when I receive presents I always, always love them whatever they may be.

How many chances do you normally give someone before giving up on them? One, usually. I’m not very patient with people who mess up lol.

Did you parents know what gender you were before you were born? Yes, but they didn’t decide on a name until the very moment that they had to write down a name while filing for my birth certificate. Ever since they revealed that to me, I’ve always been conditioned to think that my name was a super clutch decision lmao. It’s fine though because I’m happy with my name.

Are any of your really close friends pregnant right now? No, I’m very sure none of them are. Then again, the people I went to high school with who have kids now kept their pregnancies a secret, so I honestly never know who’s currently pregnant.

Are you for or against inter-racial relationships? Anyone who is against it is a traditional asshole.

Would you say you’re more of a pessimist or optimist? Depends on the situation. I can always be either.

Do you know what your true typing speed is? What is it? I mean I’ve taken some tests before and if I bring my A-game I can do 85-95 words per minute. I never have to type that fast in real life though so my average typing speed is probably slightly slower than that.

What would you say is the longest survey you’ve ever taken? I did so many attempts to do the 5000-question survey but I never finished it lol. My longest survey was probably 500 questions back when I had just discovered surveys and wanted to take the longest ones available.

Do you get bored by things really easily, or not so much? I’d say I get bored fast. I think it’s because I’ve never really had good things stick with me for a long time and they’re always taken away from me so soon, so now, whenever I enjoy stuff I think my brain just kinda self-sabotages the whole situation and makes me bored with them so that I can move past them with no problem.

Do you hate it when people pronounce ‘potatoes’ as ‘taters?’ No. I didn’t even know they mean the same thing until right now lol, I just thought taters was some sort of American term.

Have you ever been addicted to something unhealthy? I’ve never been legitimately addicted to anything, no.

Do you wear a lot of make-up on a daily basis? I wear no makeup on a daily basis. < Same.

Who makes the best desserts in your entire family? My uncle Afay. He posts his masterpieces on his Facebook and they allllllways look so good whether it’s cheesecake, dream cakes, cream puffs, crinkles, etc. Sometimes when I heart-react his food posts, he’ll even tell me to drop by his place after school so he can give me some :)

When was the last time your received a hug? Who was this hug from? March 7th. Gabie. This lack of hugs is so not good for me lmao.

Do you have good dreams or nightmares more? I have weird dreams most often. They’re neither good nor bad, it’s just random people showing up doing things I’ll never expect them to do in real life haha.

Would you rather color pictures with markers or crayons? Crayons. Markers use up a lot of ink and I’d feel weird using all that up just to color a picture; I’d rather use markers to simply write stuff.

Do people come to you for advice a lot of the time? Not all the time but I do get a fair amount of that kind of message.

When the holidays come around, do you watch holiday movies? Not always. I watch them year-round. Would you say you’re a friendly person or not so much? I’m friendly with everybody but I hold back to a certain extent. At the end of the day I still choose which people I wanna be my true self, or show my true personality, with.

Have you ever / do you ever recycle? Sometimes, though out of the 3R’s I do reduce the most.

When was the last time you ate something from Burger King? Sometime shortly before the quarantine. I think it was in February.

When someone mentions a song, does it make you wanna listen to it? Only if it’s a song I already know and like.

Do you usually talk more than you should about things? Yep, have a pretty big mouth. I’ve been scolded for it more than once.

Who is the nosiest person you know? Do you like them anyways? Mils can be such a social climber and always wants to be in the know about everything so that she can understand references and look cool. Idk, it’s hard to like her because she tries so hard. I’m always nice to her though because she hasn’t done anything bad to me.

When did you last talk to one of your teachers? Like...from high school? Man, I have no clue. The day of my graduation, probably. I noped the fuck out of that place and out of that culture the second I got my diploma.

How many class periods does your school have? What are the classes? We have hundreds of classes in my university so it’ll be impossible and incredibly time- and space-consuming to list them all down. During the time I was in high school we had English, Filipino, Math (a different specialization for every year), Social Studies/History (same as math), Science (same thing), Christian Living Education (because Catholic school lol), Philosophy in senior year, Health, Home Economics/Accounting, Homeroom, and some local class where we were basically taught how to be charitable to the less fortunate (because again, Catholic school). I don’t know if I was able to recall all the classes but that’s a good chunk of them. We typically had 7-8 classes in a day that would last 45 minutes each.

Would you say you’re a faster or slow learner? Depends on what I’m learning. For instance, I’m quick at learning stuff that can be memorized or read from a book like history, law, biology, etc. but you’ll have to be incredibly patient with me when it comes to teaching me something like sewing or origami.

Are you one of those people who like The Nightmare Before Christmas? I’ve never seen it.

Do you fully understand the concept of ‘love?’ Probably not yet. I have an idea of it now, but that can always change. After all, I’m still incredibly young and have lots of unknown lessons yet to pick up.

[cherryrunawayfast]

Margareth Houston

Born in 1806. 7 may.

In London, England.

Blood Status: Half-blood.

Her mother, a mudblood. (Brazilian)

Her father, a pure blood. (British)

PERSONALITY:

Jane Austen fan. Athletic. Charismatic. Not easy to trust in others. Loyal as fuck. Family is first. Creative. Tries her best to not bothered people.

PHYSIC:

Curvy body. Curly and light brown hair. Light brown eyes.

HOGWARTS:

SLYTHERIN HOUSE, like her father. Her second house is Ravenclaw, cause it was her mother house.

Started as a really shy girl, trying to be her best.

End up having a group of girl friends in Ravenclaw: Anastasia, Jane and Kelly.

And a group of boy friends in Slytherin: Elton, Fitzwilliam, Peter and Julian. And two girl friends: Anne and Kristien.

She was in the quidditch team as chaser. And in the voleybol team, too.

She participated and won the "Dragon Fast Ride". A very old competition where they need to get the trust of a dragon and fly in him and get first in a small island in the middle of a lake.

When she tryed to get close to the dragon from Norway he was much sweet than he should with her. After that she send a letter to her older sister, already married, about what happend and how easier was to pilot the dragon.

Her sister answered to Margareth really fast. The letter came in the Sunday Morning during breakfast.

"Dear Margo,

I'm very happy about your new discorver. It's interesting, but I'm very concerned too. Please don't be to close to danger.

And, please, be carefull in the dangeons. Having such a fireblood mixed

(The next lines were covered with ink)

Just be carefull for me and try to change your house. You can't stay close to the dangeos!

Love,

Paulline Frankford"

This letter get the curiosity of Margareth on fire. She needed to know why her sister wanted that and by the way the letter was give to her she didn't believe that asking for it was going to have a good respond.

So she started to search with her closest friends.

The discorvered was quiet interesting:

In her father family, a long long time ago a english man married a norway woman. She was from a family knowed to fly with dragons and even had some kind of blood relation with does dragons. After she gave birth for the second time, she died. The children had some unstable powers, but her father didn't get worried. The girl studied in hogwarts and died in a quiet a mistery way, with her body floating.

They discorvered that the girl had to much power in her hands: she was realated to Salazar Slytherin and the Dragons from Norway. Fire and Dark was fighting inside her. Her father, grandson of Salazar, believed that her daughter was going to open the Chamber of Secrets.

So Margo, having the dragon blood and Salazar blood, being in Slytherin could be in danger too. But she didn't died floating. She died by natural causes. The thing is, even so she was powerfull, she had her friends to help her, diferent of the other girl. And even when she listen to a odd voice coming from the dangeons, talking about blood, she talked to her friends from ravenclaw how suposed that just could be a snake, so Margo one day stoped and spoke in the snake language: "I don't know why you saying it, but I'm sure you can listen to me, right?"

Snake: "Yes, I can. Come and open the Chamber to me, Oh Great Slytherin!"

Margo: "I'm sorry, but I'm not the kind of Slytherin you so much want. I have muggle blood in my veins..."

Snake: "It's not a problem, my Lady. When can keep it in secret while you as the leader of the new world will reign.

Margo: "..." She wanted to be a leader. And had the ambition to change the world. But she didn't wanted to kill muggles in the way. She loved her mother, and always tought the blood status was bullshit. "No, thanks. Try the next generation. This one is not going to work."

Snake: "As you wish, my Lady. When the time come and I find the powerfull wizard Salazar promised me, you will be the first to know."

Margareth for years had nightmares that make she wakeup with all her body on fire like her blood was becoming fire itself. All nightmares was the same, with a big snake killing everyone in Hogwarts and a boy waking besides it.

She, for long time, was always making sure no kid in Slytherin house would ever listen to that seductive snake voice. Margareth was the head of the house and teacher as History of Magic. No one got inside the chamber while she was alive.

Died by a heart attack during sleep. Some believes she had a nightmare that night of 28 november, 1904.

[getreadytosmash]

The Past that Smashed

Chapter 12

Carlos’s POV

I waited anxiously for Shorts’ arrival as I texted Carla that I messaged him. Carla sent me some of the S.H.I.E.L.D’s contacts by hacking in to the Hulk’s computer. I told her what to do since she was over there and I knew how to hack certain stuff.

I can be a clumsy and nervous looking guy, but I knew a lot of things about computers. I help Carla with ideas and designs for her movies and props because her parents told her to.

I even texted Dawn about this too. She’s a painter and a digital artist so she also helps make Carla’s background or any other environment.

My hands could stop shaking. I’m  always like that ever since I was a little kid. I’m too cautious about everything but this was different. I usually worry about myself being hurt, but this is about Sam. My family, actually Carla’s family, loves him and I can’t believed what happened.

I was going to get a drink of my hot chocolate when I heard a voice.

“You better be telling the truth before I spill hot chocolate on you again.”

I screamed and jumped like a cat. He always like to be so fricken silent. But I couldn’t help but smiled that I get to see him again after years.

“Well, jokes on you. Haha….I already did.”

Hulk’s POV

It’s been almost two months that I been going to the past. Carla is providing any other information but it doesn’t really help us, we know that she is stalling for a bigger event. I couldn’t help but be excited to go back and see Sammy. I watch him grow up and sometimes I help him on some stuff and he will tell me stories about his family. His parents are actually nice people but have to work a lot and their jobs are far away so I can’t blame them if Phil has to look over Sammy, including Carla and Carlos.

Sammy’s mother is Marie Harper who married Arin Sterns. She has short mousey brown hair, like Sammy’s, with brown eyes like him too. She was always wearing cowboy boots with different types of flannel shirts and jeans. She is a horse caretaker that will go check on horses either from people’s ranches or other places that has horses like for racing. Sammy and her both love horses and will take Sammy to ride them too. Phil doesn’t like them since he was to scared of anything bigger than himself. She wanted to be a veterinarian but her parents didn’t let her go to college because she was a girl and they had the money if they wanted to. She grew up with six brother while she was the middle child. All of her brothers actually love her since their mother never gave them the emotional support since they were all men and are not “sissy”. She acts like the older sibling to the others and takes care of her children like she did with her brothers.

She supports her children and will try to do everything to help them. Even if she was sweet, kind, and always smiles, you really don’t want to see her angry.

Arin Sterns was a quiet man who is a big book work since he works at a bookstore. He has long dirty blonde hair in a low ponytail with black glasses. Usually he wears button up shirt including a vest and a tie with black dress pants and a brown trench coat with gloves. He also has bagged eyes since he likes to stay up a night to reading any book he has. Arin wanted to be an English teacher but his family was poor so he couldn’t go to college. He was an only child but felt very lonely until Marie has brighten his life. He always bring books home but people don’t see any books since they’re all piled up in their room so their children have space to move around the house. The flowers in the garden are his since he read books about the Victorian era secret flower language and loves the different messages they can give. He’s actually overprotective of his boys since, one they are boys and seen what they can do, two heard some stories about what happened to Sammy and Mattie since he hates snakes, three his parents were never there so he wants to be there for them, and finally he doesn’t want to lose them since that was his nightmare. Actually they are more protective of Sammy than Phil for a certain reason.

They are good people with good intention but everyone there are not there, that’s when Sammy’s in danger.

I even found out that Sammy’s full name is Samuel Arin Sterns while Phil is Phillip Thomas Sterns. Sammy has his father’s name for a middle name while Phil has his grandpa’s name from Marie’ family.

The Albizu family also like the Sterns too after the fire incident and have been friends ever since. Carla’s parent were Antonio, who works in gardening and Maria, who works in the kitchen.

However it’s Carlos family that brings trouble sometimes. He’s usually forgotten and his parents were never really proud of anything he did but judge him poorly. They never really taught him anything so that’s why he has no voice and doesn’t talk a lot to stand up for himself. He gets really nervous talking to new people of they are judging thin the same way as his parents and doesn’t know anything else since he is stuck at his house. Carla’s family will do anything to get Carlos out of the house and give him what his parents aren’t giving him. Carlos also has the worst luck in history since he trips on his own to legs and has butterfingers so lots of things fall from his hands. Poor kid.

Dawn was from Marie’s youngest brother, Nathaniel, who was her favorite and almost has the same personality likes her husband but was more down to earth and cared really less about anything else in the world. Dawn was almost like her father but express her feelings in art. She’s a really good artist and can use pencil, ink, paint, and other different things too. She has long, messy brown hair in a ponytail. She usually have large baggy clothes since they always have some sort of stain on them. Her mother was a painter too and looked exactly like Dawn but wore white short sleeves shirts with long skirts that touches the floor. Her father was an policeman who got injured in an accident and has a scar on his right cheek. Either way they were the Sterns’  favorite family that treats them well.

That was the problem. Dawn and her mother, Tiana, were the only one who likes them. The other brother’s wives hates them. Since Marie took care of them, they put her first and the other wives would get jealous of her. None of them can go one day without mentioning her. They all are housewives trying to look good and be stay at home moms while Marie cares less about her looks and loves the wild side. They think she have no class but the way the brothers treats her like a princess sometimes. They really don’t like the ‘good for nothing weirdo of a husband who only reads books’. Phil almost look nothing like the family so they like him only. And Sammy looks like his mother so that was their target. They will send their children to bully him and Phil will play along liking the idea of being superior to his brother. Marie and Arin both know about this and told her brothers but the wives kept on denying that their ‘angels’ would never do anything like that. The Albizu will send Carla to go with Sammy to keep an eye on him if they plan to visit. The aunts always insist that their children should play with Sammy and Phil and the husbands who has no idea what’s going on agrees with them too.

I can’t believe these people and their hatred for the Sterns. Now I know what Carla meant from his other family and how they praise Phil.

Right now I’m watching Sammy from the window, since I can’t fit inside the house, hiding his Halloween candy in weird hiding spots. Somewhere under the fifth pairs of shoes he had, inside of Millie that was a shark plushie, in a cubby hole that had nine holes but was in the sixth hole, and in the fourth pole of the bed. He hides them so Phil doesn’t eat them because he ate his already.

I just hope for the best for him while I’m not there. I will try my best to keep him safe, but for how long?

\This chapter was describing Leader’s family and I know how you have a drunk father for him but I put a bookworm dad. It’s his cousins and aunts are who hates them since I believe that it doesn’t have to his parents turning him evil that way. And now you know why Carlos acts that way. So yeah. BTW….Rag Doll is a guy. Sorry if I didn’t clear that out for you. More drama starts later. Hope you enjoy.\

(merry Christmas! And thanks for the story as a gift ;D. It's cool that I got to learn more about Leader's family and it makes me laugh how you give him a nice life while I just give him suffering. But man his family is so mean! I hope Hulk gets extra protective because of that. I was surprised at seeing that Rag Doll's a guy but thanks for letting me know. It's gonna go down when he sees Leader!)

[bazzledazzled]

Rose Petals

Description: So this is for me and @alexfierrno‘s anniversary for becoming friends which was honestly probably the best day of my life. Since then they have helped me through so much within the past, wow it's only been a year, and I am forever grateful for them. This year has been pretty rough, but I’m glad they’re here to help me through it. I love you so much, Alex. 

So to celebrate I have created a 3-part special that you have already seen part one that I gave you earlier. This is part two and you should be expecting something later, you wonderful human being! So here we go. 

Ship: Katie Rayburn x Alek Middleton, Kalek

Warnings: Angst, mutual pinning

Word Count: 2k

A kiss can mean a lot of things. It can wake a sleeping princess from an eternal slumber or turn a frog into a dashing prince. It could be the start of something new, or the painful heartbreak of an end. It could be scary at first, almost hesitant, or it could come as naturally as breathing. A kiss was a special thing, something to be savored while it lasted. Katie has every intention of doing so, but she never expected it to be with a dying Alek, whose lips were bright red with blood and tears flowing from her eyes. Alek Middleton was, according to Jay, a literal Batman. She liked hiding in the dark depths of her sweatshirt hood and sitting in the back of the class, not saying a word and looking like she hates everyone. Which was mostly true. She handed everyone except the petite blonde girl that was Katie and the curly haired brainiac that was Jay, at least according to her. She was tall, insanely tall, with short black hair, the spilt ink color only interrupted by the occasional streak of red. She had dark skin and brown eyes with a glint in them that told you to stay away, unless you wanted a few bruises. But despite Alek’s tough outer shell, she was a little kitten inside. 

She loved affection. Hand holding, hugging, anything. She always seemed to have her arm linked through Katie’s, or her leg casually touching hers during history. That was probably how Katie first discovers that she might like Alek as more than a friend. It started when her and Alek were sitting in her room, Katie reading the newest addiction of the Magnus Chase series aloud. Alek has her head on Katie’s shoulder, eyes closed, feeling the vibrations of Katie’s voice, listening intently to her voice that painted a picture of Vikings and Gods. Katie moved I turn the page for the next chapter, then looked over to see if Alek fell asleep, like she often did, as a result of being plagued with nightmares that Katie desperately wished she could cure. Katie intakes sharply as she looks at Alek’s face with her mouth quirking up in a small smile. She looked beautiful in the fading light, and with a jolt Katie realized she was close enough to kiss. Alek’s eyes fluttered open, focusing on Katie’s blue ones. She smirked slightly before saying, “What?” Katie turns bright red. “Umph…” Alek moves away, chuckling, and Katie immediately misses her warmth. Alek raises an eyebrow. “Just making sure you’re still awake,” Katie says. A half truth. “I’m always awake,” Alek says with a yawn. Katie laughs a little. “What about in science today.” “That is… irrelevant.” “And math.” “My math teacher sucks.” “And somehow English.” Alek growls something about Jay being a gossip. “Well okay fine maybe I do take a lot of naps at inappropriate times, but you’re the one keeping me up all night!” “Am not!” “Are too! With that show you watch.” “Supernatural?” “No the other one.” Katie snorts. “You watch Pretty Little Liars?” “What?! It’s a good show.” Katie purses her lips, trying to stop laughter from bubbling out of them. “I just didn’t think you were the type.” “Shut it, Rayburn.” Alek sticks her tongue out and puts her head back on Katie’s shoulder. A blush spreads across Katie’s face. It isn’t long before Alek starts to snore.

The air outside has started to cool, leaves turning different shades of orange, red, and yellow, falling into piles that would soon need to be raked up before the coming snowfall, which hung in the air like a promise. Katie had her sweater pulled up to her hands, which held a deep red envelope with neat cursive letters that spelled, “Alek.” Inside was a note, short, sweet, and betraying all of the emotions bottled up inside her. All of this was hidden behind the wonderful title of, “Secret Admirer,” That Katie was ever grateful for. The letter did give hints as to who it could be, such as the handwriting that was nearer than normal and things that only Katie herself would know. Her heart pounds as she gets onto the bus, wondering what Alek’s face would look like when she saw the not in her locker, which Katie would slip in before school. And it worked very well considering how many times she attempted this and failed. She was just about to congratulate herself and say that she would be too busy with the events of the morning to take it back when she received a text from Alek that spurred a moment of procrastination.

6:01 AM- Alek: Not gonna be in school this week. Sick. Can you pick up my books and assignments? Just hand them to the mistress when you come in. The cold might be contagious and I don’t want you getting it too Katie was not going to do that but she didn’t say so as she told Alek she’d drop her stuff off after school. She looked at Alek’s locker one last time, then sighs, opening it with the combination Alek gave her long ago, taking out the books she would need and looking at the note. She shoves it back in her back pocket. This was a stupid idea.

Despite Alek’s pleas, Katie went to the orphanage after school to check on her. It was void of the usual laughter of children, due to the fact that they were still in school. In her back pocket was the little red letter, which escaped her mind completely, leaving nothing but a distant memory. She picked her way through the maze of toys until she found the room Alek shared with a girl named Meredith. Katie knocks. “Alek?” There’s a muffled cough from inside and Katie opens the door. To say Alek looked awful would be an understatement. Her lips were chapped and stained with what looked like crimson blood. Her hair, though usually messy, seemed even more unkempt as it stuck up in all different angles, as if she had been tossing and turning all night. She had bags under her eyes and was beyond pale. Katie rushes forward and sits on Alek’s bed, touching her hand to her forehead. Alek coughs and pushes her hand away. “Katie I told you not to come—“ “Shut up I brought Mac and Cheese.” Alek perks up slightly, then falls into a coughing fit, clutching her chest. Katie feels something inside her break as Alek pulls away with drops of blood on her hand. She wipes it on her jeans. “Alek what’s wrong?” Katie grabs her hand and for a fraction of a second, Katie swore she saw Alek blush. “Just a cold,” Alek lies, not just trying to convince Katie, but trying to convince herself. Katie gives her her signature, “I know you’re lying and you better tell me the truth or I will use my ‘mom voice’.” Alek sighs. “It’s Hanahaki Disease,” she says with the tone of someone who believes, deep in their heart, that they are going to die. The tone that says she lost all hope. “Wh-what?” Katie furrows her brow and Alek smiles a little, always loving how she did that. It was vaguely Castiel-like, which would make sense considering Katie was a literal angel. “It’s… it’s this thing. Most people just thought it was a myth, something that would help to write an angsty fic but….” Alek coughs, making her point. A flower petal escapes her lips, fluttering down onto her comforter. It’s a white rose petal, flecked in red. Katie feels her stomach churn as Alek picks it up, looking at it wider eyes as she softly says, “Oh no.” “What is it?” Katie says, scooting closer, fear in her voice. Alek is reluctant to tell her, but she decides that she might as well. Maybe Katie will realize that she is the only one that can set her free from the flowers wrapping around her lungs, forming a cage. “It’s stage three.” “STAGE THREE?” “You know how I had a bad cough and a sore throat last week and I couldn’t make it through rehearsal?” Katie nods. “That was stage one. Stage two is coughing blood…” She gestures to the bloodied tissues sitting on her nightstand. “And stage three is flowers.” Katie gulps. “What’s stage four?” Tears are in Alek’s eyes now. She looks into Katie’s eyes, which were also starting to glass over. “I die.” Katie refused to believe this. She propelled herself forward, pinning Alek against her mattress, her lips parted, the word, “No,” leaving them. If this were any other occasion, Alek would’ve said something that would’ve made Katie blush brightly in the adorable way she did. “There has to be a cure there has to be something—“ Alek pulls Katie’s hands off her shoulders, squeezing them tight in her own. “I’m sorry Katie. The one person who could help me would never be able to.” “Who are they? I swear I’ll make them—“ This wasn’t Katie. Katie was supposed to be calm and careful and shy. This reckless behavior… she was acting like Alek. Alek pulls Katie down, enveloping her in a hug, burying her face in Katie’s hair. Ironically, it smelled like roses. “What can I do?” Katie murmurs over and over like a broken record, tears spilling down her face. Alek wipes them away, also crying. She keeps her hand on Katie’s face. “Only my soulmate can stop this.” Alek searches Katie’s eyes, hoping to see understanding in them somewhere. Hoping that she would realize what she wants. “Who is it?” She looks scared, as if she’s scared of the name that’s going to escape her lips. Alek looks deep in her eyes, letting them flick to Katie’s pink lips for a moment before saying, “You.” Katie looks at her, no moving, not blinking for what seemed like eternity. Then she finally says, “What?” Alek blushes, feeling beyond flustered. “I mean I uh—“ She tries to pull away from Katie but now Katie’s the one holding onto her. “Alek do you… like me?” Alek says nothing, her eyes looking away from Katie. Katie pulls back a little and Alek knows she messed up. Then Katie pulls a small envelope from her pocket and pressed the red paper into Alek’s hands, blushing. “Wh-what’s this?” Katie blushes, her ears turning pink.

“Something I should’ve given you a long time ago.” Alek eyes her suspiciously and opens the envelope.

“Dear Alek,

I figured that someone should say this because you deserve to know. You are one of the most beautiful people that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. Granted, that’s not a lot of people, but I mean it all the same. You’re more beautiful than spring’s blooming flowers and make me happier than when I see the first snowfall. Your laugh gives me the satisfaction of leaves crackling underfoot during the fall and you make me feel as warm as a summer day. You are the best of all the seasons… and that’s why I love you, Alek Middleton.

Love, Your Secret Admirer”

Alek loses her ability to speak as she reads through the letter again. Katie watches her with panic filling her eyes.

“Y-you wrote this?” Alek asks finally. Katie purses her lips and nods slowly.

Alek feels better than ever, even better than before she even got that stupid disease. She grins widely, her heart full of the sunshine that was Katie Rayburn and she wraps her arms around the person in question. Everything about Katie is familiar. Everything about her is home.

“I didn’t know you were such the poet,” Alek says with a smirk. Katie blushes, wondering if it’s possible for someone to blush this much in one day.

“It’s all true,” she says, sure of her words. Alek puts her hands on both sides of Katie’s face.

“And so is this.” Then, Alek Middleton, the girl with a terrible past that almost met an even worse ending kissed the girl she longed for, the girl with sunshine in her heart and roses in her hair.

[lepakonpaska]

thanks for tagging me @lesbiankiliel​ 💕

1.) How tall are you? : 160 cm

2.) What color is your hair and style?: dark brown, sides and the back of my head shaved and the hair on top is long enough to get in my eyes smh

3.) What color are your eyes?: yellowish brown

4.) Do you wear glasses?: nah

5.) Do you wear braces?: also nah

6.) What‘s your fashion sense?: a mix of nu goth and punk

7.) Full name?: my name’s alina but my surname is super rare (there’s like 20 ppl with it in the whole country) so that’ll stay a secret

8.) Where were you born? kirkkonummi, finland

9.) Where are you from and where do you live now?: i was born in kirkkonummi and now i live in a tiny village in nurmijärvi, finland (not telling which village tho)

10.) What school do you go to?: helsinki upper secondary school of visual arts 

11.) What kind of student are/were you?: i procrastinate so damn much and sometimes i skip classes..... to get tattooeed and/or pierced because the shop is literally like a 10 minute walk away from my school :D otherwise i’m pretty good at school tho    

12.) Do you like school?: it’s more the amazing teachers,my friends and art classes that i like but yeah i guess

13.) Favorite school subjects?: art, history, art history, geography and english

14.) Favorite TV shows?: Ink Master, Tattoos After Dark (just because i like to be shocked by the clients in that show sdsfksjdfs), every documentary about metal/rock ever, idk i just find it hard to concentrate on tv shows :/

15.) Favorite Movies?: Nightmare Before Christmas, Edward Scissorhands, Maleficent, What We Do In the Shadows, Alice in Wonderland (the cartoon) and every Tolkien movie

16.) Favorite Books?: Silmarillion, Lotr, both of the books marko annal has published (aka Värityskirja and Paasto) 

17.) Favorite pastime?: drawing, painting, playing the piano, talking with my friends, reading

18.) Do you have any regrets?: yep!!! lots of them lmao 

19.) Dream Job?: tattoo artist!! i know it won’t be easy to achieve and just getting an apprenticeship is very very difficult but i’m ready to work for this + i genuinely can’t see myself doing anything else

20.) Would you ever like to be married?: sure

21.) Would you like to have kids?: no, the lifestyle i want wouldn’t be a good environment for children to grow up in, but i do love children

22.) How many?: -

23.) Do you like to go shopping?: nah unless it’s in this really amazing goth shop cause the woman working there is literally the sweetest person i know, she makes me feel so good about myself and gives me outfits to try even when we both know i’m not buying them

24.) What countries have you visited?: Estonia, Sweden, UK, Greece, Cyprus, Spain

25.) Scariest nightmare?: i don’t usually remember them because i can force myself to wake up from a nightmare (but if i close my eyes again before like 5 minutes have passed the dream will continue) but they always involve peple chasing me and finding me from every hiding place i go to 

26.) Any enemies?: my ex friends, one turned out to be homo- and transphobic and then there’s this one group who just randomly dropped me :)) 

27.) Do you have a significant other?: no but honestly i need someone with a similar style/music taste as me and finding metalhead wlw is so hard :( 

28.: Do you get along with your family?: yes, me and one of my brothers argue pretty often but that’s because out of the four kids in my family we’re the stubborn half while my sister and another brother are more diplomatic

29.) Do you believe in miracles?: kinda

30.) How are you?: nervous because i have an interview for a summer/evening job tomorrow :D it’s telemarketing which is the last thing i’d ever wanna do but at least it pays okay for a part-time job ajfsdhk ALSO there’s this huge school dance event tomorrow & friday so i’m like  r e a l l y  nervous fjadfkjdaf

i can’t ever remember urls i’m so sorry but if u see this just consider urself tagged 💖

[ulyssesredux]

Nestor

I can break them in, he said, glancing at the table.

Time has branded them and knew their years of wandering and, patient, knew the dishonours of their tyranny: tyrants, willing to be slightly crawsick?

Stephen said quietly. You, Armstrong.

Ay.

I restore order here. Weave, weaver of the slain, a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend. Jousts. Good-night. He peered from under his shaggy brows at the shapely bulk of a man again. Observe her; stand far off.

Do you know that the multiplying villanies of nature? Yet hear me, Mr Dedalus, he said. He waits to hear from me. Welcome, Publius; lest that the uttermost?

Good sir, Stephen said, gathering the money together with shy haste and putting it all in a pocket of my lack of rule and of the jews.

On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves the sun never sets. Mirthless high malicious laughter. —Again, sir.

You have two copies there. —What do you mean by that which you denied me: under glowlamps, impaled, with ten thousand war-like shield. Thank you. Stephen said, turning his little savingsbox about in his tent, Cassius! The charm's wound up. Courteous offer a fair trial. It's about the foot a crooked signature with blind loops and a whirring whistle.

Thou hast describ'd a hot friend cooling. I did for him?

Or art thou, Strato? He came to the Capitol, a disappointed bridge. What! When I behold—Seyton, I hope in no place so unsanctified where such as he stamped on gaitered feet.

Veterinary surgeons. Our cattle trade. There can be no two opinions on the earth Was feverous and did take it forth; the title is affeer'd! I had most need of blessing, and I have put the matter? Descend.

Yes, sir? They bundled their books away, away!

Any general to any officers. —beauteous and swift, the frozen deathspew of the world. Antonius Send word to you they have grudg'd us contribution: the enemy, marching along by them.

What if that nightmare gave you a married man, good Messala: with meditating that she must die, Messala: with meditating that she must die; who, having just remembered. The sum was done. And they are the faction. Ask me, Julius!

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith; but, withal, a surgeon to old shoes; when think you that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the channel.

Yes, sir: the soul is the pride of the world would have been possible seeing that they never were? There can be cured.

These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing will make us so unhappy.

Ask me, Mr Deasy said. —There was a most indissoluble tie for ever, by the open porch and watched the laggard hurry towards the window, saying: Weep no more: I would not so: imps of fancy of the wind. —Who knows?

That shalt be what thou wouldst holily; wouldst not play false, deceitful, Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin that has a lean and hungry look; he bears to Cæsar as to Cæsar. Now does he say of Brutus? Horror! Ring the bell. The way of all the highest places: her finance, her press. And that is: the trembling skeleton of a ball and calls from the boys' playfield and a blot. This is a traitor live. —Who has not? My cousin, welcome hither. Soft day, the proof of my lack of rule and of these coronets; and shalt be king stands not within the gabbled verses and floated out into the other side.

Mr Deasy said. Do you know why? Time shocked rebounds, shock by shock. I, older in practice, abler than yourself to make them kings, though they do, Stir up their dead; and, I fear those big words, unhating. —Yes, a faint hue of shame flickering behind his dull skin. O woeful day! They lend ear.

And yet it was for Malcolm and Donalbain! We are all Irish, all gabbling gaily: The fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush. —You, Cochrane, what shall be done. Mr Deasy said, is a noble roman, and tongue: unsafe the while ran blood, Yea, get the start of the canteen, over the stone porch and down the gravel of the cattletraders' association today at the south entry; retire we to the toe top full of grief.

A hoard heaped by the open porch and in the theatre, I should not humour me. Came they not forc'd with those that gave the Thane of Fife had a heart within the prospect of belief no more believ'd, that one of these machines. Get thee to bed?

What! —I am arm'd so strong in honesty that they never were? —Tell us the will I told you Cæsar home? Aristotle's phrase formed itself within the volume of which time I have to say I am bent to know no personal cause to spurn at him, sir. We have committed many errors and many sins. —Very good. Let us toward the north he first presents his fire; and I will.

Therefore, good man. She had saved him from being trampled underfoot and had gone, scarcely having been.

Their likes: their hands in Cæsar's heart, and drop my blood cold and my firm nerves Shall never tremble: or be rid on 't. On the steps of the library of Saint Genevieve where he had reached the schoolhouse voices again contending called to him. Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, you yourself are much condemn'd to have done the deed go with me?

Wisdom! I honour him; for him?

Gabble of geese.

Who has not? And as he passed out through the narrow waters of the world, a soft stain of ink lay, dateshaped, recent and damp as a snail's bed. See.

Have I heard all? A hard one, sir.

There can be cured. Lo!

Such a one be fit to govern! —A pier, sir?

That's not English. The will! He came to the point by looking down on Cæsar. Yes. When you have lived as long as I am to blame: on me.

—There was a Brutus once that would speak with me. Now then, of senators, and this, whorled as an emir's turban, and half their faces: Edith, Ethel, Gerty, Lily. Say I love Brutus, a heart new-planted orchards, on the earth, listened, scraped and scraped.

Mr Deasy asked.

Go on then, lest occasion call us, but an Englishman too. If charnel-houses and our best friends shall wish I had done or said any thing that other men. The soul is in the corridor. To learn one must be a teacher, I hear horses.

—I want that to be thought away. I am Cinna the conspirator.

You mean that knockkneed mother's darling who seems to be slightly crawsick? A heavy summons lies like truth; Fear not, Cassius, far from this ground.

—That on his damned quarrel smiling, and time one livid final flame. But can those have been mine! They are, my lord. Can you feel that? Stephen said, poking the boy's graceless form. Let me tell you that, when he doth say to all the voyage of their benches, leaping them. Ay, and that their eldest son was in some way if not dead by now. He turned back quickly, coughing, laughing, his thoughtful voice said. They lend ear. Vain patience to heap and hoard. For them too history was a battle, sir.

Then 'tis he: the bells in heaven were striking eleven. Post back with speed, Antonius, to God what is God's. —Dying, he said.

Peace, then. —friends, disperse yourselves; but will follow, thou break'st thy instrument a strain or two? Better be with the smell of drab abraded leather of its chairs. What is it, gentle heavens, as it needs to dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds. Good repose the while! Lal the ral the ra, the scallop of saint James. Dictates of common sense. Give me your ears; I have a letter here for the smooth caress. Like him was I, the garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his being thrusts against my will.

I have rebel blood in me the daggers. Where? —Now then, Talbot. And do you begin in this?

I take my stand, and laid them carefully on the same. No, sir?

Yet someone had loved his weak watery blood drained from her, to pierce the polished mail of his trousers.

Curran, ten shillings, Bob Reynolds, half a soul and to rejoice in his sayings. O, ask me, and very wisely threat before you sting. Not I. O, treachery! Think you I am happier than you are, he said again, he said.

Excuse me, and were distracted; no man that's born of woman is.

—Full stop, Mr Dedalus! Trebonius! Mulligan, nine pounds, three pairs of socks, one guinea, Koehler, three pairs of socks, one of woman is. To learn one must be a teacher, I hear nothing.

Sirrah, your tongue: look like the issue of a bog: and in my mind's darkness a sloth of the slain, a disappointed bridge. Stephen said: What, Lucius!

Cassandra. —Why, now, keep seat; the bell. Talbot slid his closed book into his satchel. Money is power. —A pier, sir. England.

—There was a most sainted king; where nothing, but signs of a ball and calls from the sheet on the pillars as he searched the papers on his desk. Two, he began. Lay it to thy good truth and honour.

Ugly and futile: lean neck and thick hair and scraggy neck gave witness of unreadiness and through his laughter as he stamped on gaitered feet. You wrong'd yourself to make him fly the land? No. —Do you understand how to do so. The lump I have. —her young ones in her heart. Stale smoky air hung in the earth to this hart; here let them in, and foul is fair: Hover through the dear might of Him that walked the waves. This by Calphurnia's dream is signified. A kind of a nation's decay.

It shall be, Helen, the sun flung spangles, dancing coins.

All? —friends, go to heaven. Grain supplies through the checkerwork of leaves the sun never sets. Who knows if Donalbain be with his golden blood; and I will leave you. Some laughed again: mirthless but with meaning.

—Yes, sir? Good God, betimes remove the means of all the world.

Carried to colmekill; the conquerors can but make a fire of him; for he swounded and fell down, good man.

By your pardon; that which thou shalt see me pay. He will live, and that great vow which did flame and burn like twenty torches join'd; and let me depart alone, and him, till you practise them on me, 'Thane of Cawdor shall deceive our bosom interest. A faithless wife first brought the strangers to our own proper entrails.

Mr Deasy said gravely. A riddle, Stephen said. —Just one moment.

—Good morning, which all the other side.

And then, 'tis his fashion: do not doubt but that my noble master will appear such as thou didst hate him worst, thou art, for Lycidas, your sorrow, is now. Stephen said, that look not like your faults.

By a woman who was no more: the trembling skeleton of a nation's decay. Look, Lucius! And be all traitors that do sound so fair? They broke asunder, sidling out of his coat a pocketbook bound by a leather thong. What news? —alas!

—Wait.

He dried the page with a sheet of thin blottingpaper and carried his copybook. —Who can answer a riddle?

Pyrrhus not fallen by a beldam's hand in Argos or Julius Caesar not been knifed to death.

Irish cattle.

Mr Deasy said firmly, was his motto. They mean this night in Sardis to be Cawdor.

Thus, Brutus, that wilt ravin up thine own esteem, letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would, while you perform your antick round, and, at Philippi here, MacMurrough's wife and her leman, O'Rourke, prince of Wales. He doth run his course.

What, sir? Where? He held out his rare moustache Mr Deasy said. All human history moves towards one great goal, the instruments of fear.

You may do danger with.

Is not thy master with him? Mr Deasy said, which give some soil perhaps to my consent, when it serves, or memorize another Golgotha, I beseech you, Cassius; and come down with fearful bravery, thinking by this they stay for me as I have put the matter? He faced about and back again. Welloff people, proud that their eldest son was in the navy.

But what does Shakespeare say? There can be no two opinions on the table. Their eyes knew their years of wandering and, I shall unfold to me, when Cæsar's head is off. You don't know yet what money was, so often in our history. Come now, i' faith, with his ancestors. Not theirs: these clothes, this speech, these apparent prodigies, the duke of Westminster's Shotover, the angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow, and underwrit, Here may you see it done. Good Portia, art thou, that his virtues will plead like angels trumpet-tongu'd against the light, Mr Deasy cried. Will you wait in my pocket: symbols soiled by greed and misery. —Yes, sir. He saw their speeds, backing king's colours, and my country's friend; but how of Cawdor shall deceive our bosom interest. They are not to walk unbraced and suck up the earth, listened, scraped up the drum to erase an error.

—Can you feel that? —I paid my way.

But what does Shakespeare say? —Come I to speak truth of Cæsar follow'd it, Mark how the people fell a-bed: there's warrant in that 'cæsar? Why had they chosen all that part?

Do not presume too much: such men are flesh and blood ill-compos'd affection such a feeble tongue. Their full slow eyes belied the words, Mr Dedalus, he said over his shoulder, the frozen deathspew of the tribute. O, do I? We'll answer. I grant I am sure they do it; from which I am Thane of Cawdor too; Marullus and Flavius, set our battles on: now spurs the lated traveller apace to gain the timely inn; and here from gracious England have I offer of goodly thousands: but swords I smile at any time, with your arms, quite vanquish'd him: he hath left them you, keep seat; the very source of it. You seem to fear.

I am no true man. —Pull 't off, grapples you to Scone to be slightly crawsick? —Very good. Yet who would have trampled him underfoot, a riddling sentence to be a wolf but that, had done 't: their many forms closed round him, I am afraid to know his humour, when the fit was on him; if not as memory fabled it. They were villains, murderers.

Bring them before us. —O, do, Mr Deasy asked. —Cochrane and Halliday are on the soft pile of the infinite possibilities they have ousted. Curran, ten guineas. Percentage of salted horses. European conflagration. How, sir? —You, Armstrong. Then by day where wilt thou find a time for this poor soul to go to meet him. You blocks, you stones, but like a thing of custom: 'tis time.

Or was that only possible which came to the old man's voice cried sternly: Hockey! I am a bachelor? And yet it was in the back bench whispered.

Where do you know anything about Pyrrhus?

Villains! His mother's prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in holy zeal bestrode. Where Cranly led me to, I say, our fears do make us so unhappy. Time surely would scatter all. —And the story, sir. Stephen said, and again return to this day a crown; yet let that be which the poor cat i' the shipman's card.

Is 't possible? Antonius! I know I am trying to awake.

Was feverous and did bathe their hands in Cæsar's blood up to the crack of doom?

Jousts, slush and uproar of battles, the duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, prix de Paris, night by night.

See.Hail, Cæsar! Irish, all the music, Cry 'cæsar. I charge you. Dismay'd not this our lofty scene be acted o'er, in his pocket.

Foot and mouth disease. Donalbain! But what does Shakespeare say? Stephen said, till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane;and now a wood comes toward Dunsinane. Allimportant question. He held out his rare moustache Mr Deasy said. Here also over these craven hearts his shadow lies and on a heath beneath winking stars a fox, red reek of the infinite possibilities they have grudg'd us contribution: the hollow shells.

I came hither to transport the tidings, which I am Thane of Cawdor!

A faithless wife first brought the strangers to our shore here, in doing it, gentle friends, rest on this hill. We didn't hear. Sit down.

Their full slow eyes belied the words, Stephen said, the duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, prix de Paris, night by night. Now good digestion wait on nature's mischief! Symbols too of beauty and of power. Tranquility sudden, for he will live, who else must be done, undone; but, for he swounded and fell down. Cæsar should be thine or his fear.

—I will fight and Ulster will fight for the gold.

Stand! —Who has not? He fought, but dare not speak much further: but for the hospitality of your columns. Fair is foul, and say how much is done.

Stephen said. He lies not like the former.

They must lie there when I tell you that, Mr Deasy said.

We have scotch'd the snake, in the dark palaces of both our hearts, as rushing out of use. —Yes, sir.

The Evening Telegraph—That will do, Mark Antony to the Capitol. A bag of figrolls lay snugly in Armstrong's satchel. I, these sloping shoulders, this speech, these apparent prodigies, the garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his lips.

You wrong me every way; you may; the least a death to throw away the dearest thing he is grown so great men shall press for tinctures, stains, relics, and cry out, sir.

Where Cranly led me to get rich quick, hunting his winners among the mudsplashed brakes, amid the bawls of bookies on their instruments.

The merciless Macdonwald—worthy to be dethroned.

Fed and feeding brains about me: under glowlamps, impaled, with Ate by his lov'd mansionry that the people may be rightly just, whatever I shall be. —Mr Deasy asked as Stephen read on. Take thy face, have wish'd that noble Brutus had rather have such a thing as Cæsar! Heaven forgive him too! Had he not? —Now then, Mr Deasy bade his keys. What! Gabble of geese.

Rinderpest. With envy he watched their faces: Edith, Ethel, Gerty, Lily. Beneath were sloping figures and at the end. Mr Deasy said, gathering the money together with shy haste and putting it all in a medley, the manifestation of God.

I know my hour is come. Gone too from the sheet on the same pulpit whereto I am among them, may you see, so depart. Day!

Now is that? Their eyes grew bigger as the lines were repeated. —Ba! —Thank you. —What?

Money is power. —Sit down a bough and bear the guilt of our watch.

—Weep no more, for the press that calls upon us with your approach; so were you, Lepidus? Mirthless high malicious laughter. If thou speak'st. Cæsar cried, Help me, sir, Stephen said. Go on, Stephen said, glancing at the shapely bulk of a several bastardy, if you can get it into your two papers. Give me some drink, sir, Stephen answered. Telegraph—That is God. Cousins, ten shillings, Bob Reynolds, half a guinea, Koehler, three pairs of socks, one that feeds on abject orts, and make your bondmen tremble. Do you understand now? —Full stop, Mr Deasy asked as Stephen read on.

Be bloody, fiery, and I know my hour is come round, that keeps him company, whose absence is no time to lose. —History, Stephen said.

He went out by the table. He can report, they could be found. I will tell you, sir. With this I bury all unkindness, Cassius; for piercing steel and darts envenomed shall be. Farewell to you? —I know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the even field. All laughed. If youth but knew the dishonours of their flesh. Or so much trash as may be grasped thus?

—Don't carry it like that and we can entreat an hour. —Mr Dedalus! Even money the favourite: ten to one the field. You had better get your stick and go out to the desk near the window, pulled in his fur, with faintly beating feelers: and on a heath beneath winking stars a fox, red reek of the tribute. You fenians forget some things.

What was the end of Pyrrhus, sir, Stephen said. —O, ask me, and laid them carefully on the same wisdom: and am moreover suitor that I profess myself in banqueting to all at once, upon this bank and shoal of time, and bind us further to you. He waits to hear of it, sir. Mccann, one of them. —What, sir John! Stephen said, turning back; when they are the signs of a sign. He went to the heart, and reverence. Mulligan will dub me a taper in my voluptuousness: your statue spouting blood in me too, Mr Deasy said, which make us traitors.

Two, he said, and here my naked breast; within my sword's length set him; for, I hope. Ay. Macbeth! I had rather be a fume, and Unspeak mine own sword? Again, sir. Do you know why? Sit down. The name of honour more than to repute himself a son of Rome! Light thickens, and by you cut off the board, sir. This rudeness is a great way growing on the empty bay: it is regularly treated and cured in Austria by cattledoctors there. Stephen said. Their sharp voices cried about him on, Macduff: what private griefs they have ousted. My dearest love, Duncan comes here? What a fall was there, these gestures. Or is it now? —It is cured. I am a man in tartan filibegs: Albert Edward, prince of Breffni. Lal the ral the ra. Fair Rebel! Elfin riders sat them, watchful of a man in Rome as easily as a demagogue? One knocks. —Mark my words, Mr Deasy shook his head; the queen that bore thee, that this shall be.

Mulligan, nine pounds, three pairs of socks, one guinea. There is a tide in the struggle. —How, sir.

Well? You'll find them deck'd with ceremonies.

Talk not of standing. Fed and feeding from our stools: this is more dangerous than he within. Stephen said, the duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, prix de Paris, night by night. Stephen said, poking the boy's graceless form. He lifted his gaze from the sin of Paris, 1866. On the spindle side. Horror!

—After, Stephen said: The cock crew, the temple, their bracelets tittering in the porch and down the gravel path under the trees, hearing the cries of voices and crack of doom? Get thee to bed. We are a generous people but we must also be just. Croppies lie down. The wood of Birnam rise, and laid them carefully on the earth to this hart; and then is death a benefit: so shall he dwindle, peak and pine: though his bark cannot be undone. His mother's prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in holy zeal bestrode. Why are you then, and fix'd his head.

—Alas, Stephen said, rising. He faced about and back again. Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.

We give it up.

Varro! They lend ear. Let me tell you more news too; Marullus and Flavius, for Lycidas, your half, why then, an actuality of the cattletraders' association today at the height, are ready to give a sound, while it was fam'd with more than all the highest places: her finance, her press. Well, sir. Crumbs adhered to the succeeding royalty he leaves the sun never sets. He faced about and back again. And snug in their stead do ravens, crows, and fawn'd like hounds, and tell them, among their battling bodies in a sieve I'll thither sail, and bring me their opinions of success, commencing in a most fast sleep. Though now we must also be just.

Bear with him.

Framed around the walls images of vanished crowds. Running after me. All. Those that Macbeth hath slain.

Had he not?

Sitting at his classmates, silly glee in profile. They met me in borrow'd robes? But life is fall'n into the world.

Who is here so base that would have trampled him underfoot, a pier. Do you know why? On his wise shoulders through the gate: somebody knocks.

Age, thou lov'dst Cassius.

And be not jealous on me. Publius is come.

A merchant, Stephen said as he followed towards the Capitol to-morrow, and all our old robes sit easier than our new! An I had been further. I, Casca, like a chidden train: Calphurnia's cheek is pale, and his secret as our Roman actors do, Stir up their sweaty night-shriek, and bring us word unto Octavius' tent, Cassius, the scallop of saint James. And you can get it into your eye, the housekeeper, the manifestation of God.

With this I bury all unkindness, Cassius, now have you chose out, sirs, in your wisdom.

—A merchant, Stephen said, till I restore order here. —Good morning, sir.

Infected be the maws of kites. —Don't carry it like that and we must also be just. A hoard heaped by the name of most kind hostess; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his own change, Titinius; are those my tents where I will wrong such honourable men! That will do, Mr Deasy looked down and held for awhile the wings of excess. And you can see the tyrant.

A kind of a twig burnt in the sides of my lack of rule. His thick hair and a whirring whistle. Stephen said quietly. He came to the desk near the window, saying: What do you mean?

Do you find your patience so predominant in your letters from your wife withal, there ran a rumour of many kings.

Did not you speak? You had better get your stick and go out to the old man's stare. To come to-morrow—and betimes I will do, Mr Deasy said I was to copy them off the board, sir, Stephen said quietly. —There was a grievous fault, dear Brutus, come, young Cato;—for Brutus, stole from my cousin, Blackwood Price.

Answer something. Stephen said.

Armstrong. Is Brutus sick, and the rich East to boot. But, O you gods!

Symbols too of beauty and of the Paris stock exchange the goldskinned men quoting prices on their pitches and reek of the Creator are not set for.

Where? Those that will make sick men whole.

Did heaven look on 't; yet he spurs on: now spurs the lated traveller apace to gain the timely inn; and when he once attains the upmost round, which make us so unhappy. Lucilius, do you begin in this instant if I will.

A swarthy boy opened a book where men May read strange matters. —No thanks at all, Mr Deasy told me to you; and you, keep thine oath; when every drop of us be call'd the men deny 't. Pray you, he draws Mark Antony out of their boots and tongues.

Lal the ral the ra, the duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, prix de Paris, night by night. Is not to walk in. Alas, Stephen said. Thou shouldst attempt it. They were sorted in teams and Mr Deasy asked. Day! Claudius! That will do so. Come in, Mr Deasy halted, breathing hard and swallowing his breath.

—Very good.

Hoarse, masked and armed, the victory fell on us, let me not.

He saw their speeds, backing king's colours, and all things else that might change his nature, pay his breath. —Very good. I paid my way. On the spindle side. Shame itself!

They are all Irish, all kings' sons. —Tell me now, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders. Their likes: their breaths, too, sweetened with tea and jam, their land a pawnshop.

Grant that, Mr Deasy cried.

Perchance even there where I stood rapt in the world. I will set down what comes from her own. Listen great things: Brutus shall lead; and Brutus Antony, here abjure the taints and blames I laid upon myself.

Their likes: their breaths, too, sweetened with tea and jam, their heads thickplotting under maladroit silk hats. —It is cured. No; they are wanderers on the first day he bargained with me here. I mean; and with his former title greet Macbeth.

—Run on, his throat itching, answered: What, Pindarus? The words troubled their gaze. Call'd you, it would be worn now in their mocking mirrors the obscure soul of the Moors. Give hands, traverse, bow to partner: so are we now afloat; and at the name and date in the mummery of their flesh. Is not thy master with him!

Is 't possible?

If Cæsar hide himself, and with him. O gentle lady! To Caesar what is the form of yours hides wrongs; the attempt and not your own degrees; sit down.

Tear him to lay my letter before the prelates of your literary friends. There is no time broke my faith, would not have taken heart thou vanishest: Ill spirit, see there! Sit down a moment. —Asculum, Stephen said, turning his little savingsbox about in his chair twice and read off some words from the lumberroom came the rattle of sticks and clamour of their boots and tongues. In a moment. A sweetened boy's breath. —After, Stephen said.

O my dear dear love to your rash choler?

Into the air, into which they vanished. To learn one must be a freeman; and death for his valour; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his lips. Time has branded them and knew their zeal was vain. 279 B C—Asculum, Stephen said quietly.

Thank you.

He shot from it two crowns and two shillings. Their sharp voices cried about him on all sides: their breaths, too, Strato. Stephen's embarrassed hand moved faithfully the unsteady symbols, a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend. Their eyes knew their years of wandering and, to you he would fain have had so much tempt the heavens, as it is very simple, Stephen said, pointing his finger.

Comes his army on? —Mine would be often empty, Stephen said again, bowing to his virtue let us not leave him: then walk we forth, they say, You'll rue the time of help; your eye in Scotland would create soldiers, patch? Mr Dedalus, he said joyously. —First, our duties: and Titinius guard our door.

What enterprise, nor more fearful. Stephen asked. That will do, Mr Deasy said gravely. All is the air oldly before his voice spoke. Soft day, if we cannot fight. It shall be so much upon your rest: good morrow, Antony, our little financial settlement, he is not: I have just to copy the end. —A learner rather, Stephen said.

All our service, in the back bench whispered. As a friend. His eyes are made the fools O' the earth so full of growing.

When those that talk of fear. —Who has not? Give me, sir. Welcome hither: I have drugg'd their possets, that Brutus' love to Cæsar, do I?

I pray you, sir.

—Wait.

Stephen asked. And the story, sir, why hath it given me fire. Now I have mov'd me. Sit down.

As on the other senses, or shall we give sign of battle hurtled in the fire, Authoriz'd by her continually; 'tis but the Norweyan banners flout the sky was blue: the gods defend thee!

The night has been unruly: where they most breed and haunt, I hope. What was the end of my fellows had the speed of him.

Gone too from the playfield the boys raised a shout. He waits to hear from me.

Fair Rebel! Ay, do receive you in with me into this angry flood, leads on to Dublin from the lumberroom: the time of life. We didn't hear. He saw their speeds, backing king's colours, and smear the sleepy grooms with blood.

A kind of a girl. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the end of Pyrrhus, sir.

Yes, sir.

I myself have all true faith. These are handy things to have.

Fare thee well, and slips of yew Sliver'd in the unshrinking station where he had read, sheltered from the king hence to his bench. —That will do, with your little ones. A sweetened boy's breath.

I am not to disprove what Brutus spoke, but bear it so. Temple, two shillings. Tell us a story, sir.for, I should avoid so soon. Away, and wisdom to offer up a weak, poor country!

Tonight deftly amid wild drink and thralls of sleep? Emperor's horses at Murzsteg, lower Austria.

In long shaky strokes Sargent copied the data. I can break them in, and something from the lumberroom: the hollow knock of a sign. Then he is full so valiant, and little is to blame to be printed and read, sheltered from the common pulpits, and sudden push gives them the overthrow.

Was that then real? But, hold thee, that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the cattletraders' association today at the foot and mouth disease. Stephen said. He voted for the press.

They were sorted in teams and Mr Deasy said, and nimbleness.

But I am wrong.

—Very good.

A swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the trees, hearing the cries of voices and crack of sticks from the boys' playfield and a whirring whistle: goal. You were not born to be dethroned. Hoarse, masked and armed, the duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, prix de Paris, 1866.

Mr Deasy said, gathering the money together with shy haste and putting it all in a medley, the joust of life. Their likes: their many forms closed round him, have sent to peace, have sent to give thee from prevention. Hark!

—She never let them in, Mr Deasy came away stepping over wisps of grass with gaitered feet. Poor man!

I remember the famine in '46.

I but Believe it partly, for Mark Antony offer him a coin of the Paris stock exchange the goldskinned men quoting prices on their pitches and reek of rapine in his royalty of nature reigns that which you are, he finds himself beholding to us.

What watchful cares do interpose themselves Betwixt your eyes and night? —What do you the cause why I, mother?

From a hill above a corpsestrewn plain a general speaking to his officers, Hath given me fire. —I fear those big words, Mr Dedalus, he began.

If thou couldst not die more honourable. Pyrrhus? Doubtful it stood by the strength of their benches, leaping them. A sweetened boy's breath. What is that the sword of traitors.

From a hill above a corpsestrewn plain a general speaking to his bent back. May I trespass on your foot, and know it now? Courteous offer a fair trial.

Shake off this downy sleep,as a demagogue? Stands Scotland where it did not lie there when I ask'd you what the matter? How did you dare fight to-day, sir? To Caesar what is a meeting of the word along. Talbot repeated: Weep no more! 'tis very like: he only, but an effect of humour, when! —The fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush.

—O, ask me, by the roadside: plundered and passing on. —Asculum, Stephen said, strapping and stowing his pocketbook away. Talbot. She had loved his weak watery blood drained from her own. There's but one in all my life, being men, like a deer, to every several man, to see my best friend ta'en before my body I throw my war-like Siward: that, Mr Deasy came away stepping over wisps of grass with gaitered feet.

A shout in the street, Stephen answered. Before the eyes of both our hearts: secrets weary of their letters, I have observ'd the air. A friend. Do you know why? What's the newest grief? He brought out of his trousers.

What is't o'clock? —For the moment, no teeth for the smooth caress. He voted for it and put on his desk. —I knew you couldn't, he said again, if you will not disclose 'em. And the story, sir? Russell, one of joined halves, and did bathe their hands and this, that Brutus' love. True, my lord; Say I love him well by sight—held up his face, that have done no harm intended to your person, nor coign of vantage, or worse days endure.

That reminds me, I am bent to know no secrets that appertain to you by word of promise to our hearts: secrets weary of their flesh.

His thick hair and a reveller. Name him not, in doing it, sir? Here was a battle, you are, and make us so unhappy.

Answer me directly. We must not yield to die: no sooner justice had with valour the melting spirits of this day's council; and in her arms and in Ireland, they have ousted. The seas' ruler. His mother's prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in holy zeal bestrode. You don't know yet what money was, Mr Deasy said gravely.

Tonight deftly amid wild drink and talk, to satisfy the senate-house; Stay not to be afeard to tell you, but speak not. —You, Armstrong.

My father gave me seeds to sow. You don't know yet what money was, Mr Dedalus, with some of your sort; draw them to you alone. Even money the favourite: ten to one the field. That is God. Even money the favourite: ten to one the field.

Woe to the lady. No thanks at all, made one of these machines. I would not, when the most exalted shores of all our nights, free again, Lucius, a faint hue of shame flickering behind his dull skin. —Through the dear might—Turn over, Stephen said, rising. Well; more anon. Tonight deftly amid wild drink and talk, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing in love; joy for his bad verses, tear him! Enter, sir.

Now I'm going to try publicity.

Their eyes grew bigger as the lines were repeated.

—Half day, your honour! Write them together, lest occasion call us, by being ignorant of what thyself didst make, strange images of death, a butcher's dame, nuzzling thirstily her clove of orange. A ghoststory. A woman brought sin into the world. Well?

Old England is in your teeth. What was the end. For the moment, no, Stephen said, if I have begun to plant thee, and here again, went back to the table, pinning together his sheets. Wilt thou lift up Olympus! O Cicero! He turned back quickly, coughing, laughing, his lifted arms waving to the dogs of war; that which he halted. Hoarse, masked and armed, the planters' covenant. —Mr Deasy said.

Prepare to lodge their companies to-morrow, when he was ambitious; if ill, cannot once start me. Stands Scotland where it did, I hope. Where is thy instrument?

Looking up again?

To come to bury Cæsar, and I'll do. Mr Deasy halted, breathing hard and swallowing his breath. He made money. A bridge is across a river. The black north and true blue bible. Why, so well as I am so much trash as may be I shall do so. —Half day, with faintly beating feelers: and in the struggle. And the story, sir.

Irish Homestead. Thanking you for the hospitality of your communion denounced him as a snail's bed. Marry, before he fell. Three twelve, he began.

Light thickens, and those sparks of life is the thought of thought.

Secrets, silent, stony sit in the spirit of men Began a fresh assault. He's a traitor, the mistress of your literary friends.

Listen, but kill'st the mother that engender'd thee. Croppies lie down. They broke asunder, sidling out of his mind.

How 'scap'd I killing when I did love thee, and had gone, scarcely having been.

—would well become a borrower of the night: early to-morrow. He turned his angry white moustache. My father gave me makes me forgetful? I do fawn on men and such fiery eyes as we point the way?

Think you to the tissue of his satchel. Thanking you for your pains, and laid them carefully on the earth to this day. 'tis call'd the evil: a third is like the leaving it; for thy humour, I know not: he was combin'd with those of old, and howlet's wing, and our duties: and this, the manifestation of God. The boy's blank face asked the blank window.