#Just when I thought i had the atla art style down

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

Your blog is my guilty pleasure lol, it's so validating to read your very matter of fact rebuttals after years of being talked over & down to in the fandom. Being in the fan space & hearing the way people talked about how much more "female gaze coded" Z/tara was made me feel like I was betraying other women by not liking Zuko or Zutara the way "real mature" women did.

Funniest thing is, when i watched the show as a kid as an older sister, someone with talent/skills that nobody else understood, a girl who felt she had to be mature all the time, Kataang instantly became my otp. Katara was living my dream of a fun, cute boy sweeping me off my feet, telling me I was special and going on a magical journey with me-- I had the HUGEST crush on Aang as a little girl. It was so lame growing older and hearing near constantly from the fandom how stupid and unbelievable the idea that Katara actually had feelings for Aang was, and how it's a "male" (aka: bad) fantasy, when honestly Zuko's angsty ass was far from dream boyfriend material in my opinion it made me feel gaslit fjhdidjskj.

Genuine Z/tara fans are fine, I totally get the appeal of the red/blue enemies to lovers sparks fly ship, but the meanest and loudest of your crewmates and the way they act like their tastes are the Correct ones has been just. ridiculous for many years. And why do those types always feel the need to start the conversation by bashing Kataang every single time?? I started with a positive opinion of their ship when I entered the fandom as a teen, even liked a few arts and whatnot as a "what-if," but all the nonsense has left me with a bad taste in my mouth.

So yeah, thanks for this space to complain about the experiences we've had lol. I've had one too many conversations about ATLA & how good it is interrupted with the other person going "well except for the Main Romance, that was shit and Z/tara should have been endgame" not to be Worn Out. Like if in their opinion the show is *perfect* except that One thing.... maybe the problem lies elsewhere?

Yup, that's definitely a pattern I noticed: zutarians are SO many and SO loud, that even though a pretty large part of the fandom disagrees with their takes (regardless of enjoying the canon ships or not) most of them just... didn't talk about it because they didn't want to be harrassed or talked down to or be hit with the "well, we are the majority therefore we're right" argument.

It's part of why I was innitially shocked at how much support this blog got. I thought I just gonna be in my own little bubble of the fandom, but nope, I got sooooo many messages of "FINALLY! Somebody said it!"

And looking back, I should've noticed something was off. There's a reason ATLA's ending was not one of these disasters that basically nukes and kills 90% of the fandom and live in infamy as one of the worst falls from grace ever, How I Met Your Mother style, even though both shows had the fan favorite ship not end together.

It wasn't just that one was well-written and the other wasn't (though that clearly affected the audience and critical reception of these endings, both at the time and through the decades).

HIMYM was a case of "The actual endgame ship was loathed by nearly everyone while the rival pairings were almost universally beloved."

ATLA was a case of "70% of the fandom likes this ship - of these fans, 25% are multishipers that also like the canon ships, 25% only like the ship in fanfic but don't actually want it to be a thing, 25% loves it but can accept it not being canon at point because they acknowledge it'd be rushed, and the 25% are the ones that would burn down Bryke's house if they could, so in reality only a fraction of the fandom didn't accept the Kataang/Maiko endgame, while the overwhelming majority was either happy about it or indifferent to it"

And that's without taking into account that Avatar got new popularity boosts through the years that lead to plenty of people that had Zutara being hyped up for years being disappointed when they realized "Oh, it was popular because of fanon shit, not because it actually would have made sense story-wise" or people who reached that same conclusion after rewatching the show.

I think that's why Zutarians have such a victim complex and want to pretend Bryke and Kataang/Maiko fans are "oppressing" them - they've been dominating the conversation for years, and not only got no results out of it, they're now losing that "leverage" too. They're no longer in an echo-chamber, they need to use actual arguments that make sense if they want their opinion to be almost universal and they just can't do it because their ship was never that good to begin with.

[blackberrywars]

LOK: Ming-Hua Tattoo Ideas

I've got a fic in the works where Ming-Hua has extensive tattoos in the Inuit style, and this is essentially a compilation of all my ideas. I'm not going to use all these in the fic itself for plot reasons, but I wanted everything in one place. Full disclosure, I am not an expert in tattoos or Inuit culture, nor am I trained as an artist, so all of this is me doing research and using references to the best of my ability. Sadly, a lot of the original meanings/history behind Inuit tattoos, especially the diverse patterns between different tribes, has been lost, but many people are working to revive it.

I wanted to use Inuit styles for her, since I hc her as part of the Northern Water Tribe, and Ming-Hua's lack of arms ties into a traditional Inuit goddess, Sedna, who had her arms cut off as part of her story. In the past (and the present, as more and more Inuit women are re-adopting this custom), this story would be commemorated with tattoos along specific parts of the fingers and arms to represent where Sedna was cut. Plus, I thought it would be cool to adapt this style to the world of ATLA/LOK and Ming-Hua specifically.

(My first draft) Obviously, arm tattoos are impossible here, so while most of the resources I found focused on arm/face tattoos, I put the bulk of them on her legs. These are meant to represent milestones and skills/achievements, another feature of Inuit tattoos. Since waterbending is so focused on arm movements, I imagine they would probably go there, but hers are on her legs, and I tried to come up with meanings for each one. The ones on her face and torso are more milestone-based, and more based in traditional Inuit practices.

(NON-SEXUAL NUDITY UNDER THE CUT)

Branching Y's: her tentacles and how they split and branch off. I wanted these to continue across the length of her leg because she uses them so much; traditionally referred to essential hunting tools

Spikes: turning water to ice, a basic skill but an important one

Circles: basically all represent the moon in some way; the one on her knees is specifically meant to be the Moon Spirit, Tui/Yue; the one on her stomach is for mothers

Wiggles: symbol of the water tribes and of the Ocean Spirit, La

Boat: reminiscent of an upside-down Mark of the Wise from the Southern tribe; represents being able to command a boat

Chest: traditoonally meant to symbolize motherhood and womanhood, but I also wanted to add the moons since she uses her torso to waterbend

Chin: traditional Inuit tattoo given when a girl gets her first period

Forehead V: traditional Inuit tattoo signifying entry into womanhood, so it would be given at 16 in the Northern Tribe

Eye/Cheek lines: debated meaning, ranging from just contributing to the general beautification of the tattoos to group identification to helping one see better in the snow and/or spiritually

I found no references for back tattoos in any of my research, but it's waterbending culture, and I love some moon phases.

I welcome any questions or corrections! This is not an area of expertise (art, tattoos, or Inuit culture), and I'd love to talk to anyone with more knowledge. If anyone wants to be added/removed from the taglist, send me an ask/PM and I'll take care of it

@hellinglasses, @yellowsalt3, @wishingforatypewriter, @orangepanic, @nyamadermont

[haroldtea]

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#5

right down to a science 🔬

“Like...an experiment,” he continues, looking anywhere but at Sokka’s face. “We...simulate the boyfriend experience, with each other, and then we decide who the better boyfriend is.”

“Oh,” he hears Sokka say, and winces. This was such a stupid idea. And Sokka’s definitely wide awake now. “Huh. I mean, that’s like...collecting data straight from the source, right?”

Zuko glances up and sees Sokka with his hands on his hips, face scrunched up in thought. “That’s exactly what I mean,” Zuko says.

or: The Fake Science Experiment Boyfriends Fic, loosely based on this post and another post I can’t find right now.

here are 2 chapters of a wip i have spent over a year on! my original plan was to wait to start posting until the whole fic is done. by that rate it won’t be for years. i’m putting this out into the world so i can stop staring at it and move on to the rest of the fic. *me talking to myself* we’re all gonna have fun!

also this is beta’d by the ultimate bestie @zukkas

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#4

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#3

zukka

[ID: a tweet from user @/firelightjinx that says "the homosexual urge to flirt with ur friends and tell them u love them platonically but also kinda romantically in a humorous way but not as a confession but also like i would kiss you if you would want to ahaha jk unless..? but we're just friends but also u kinda fine tho haha" /End ID.] -ID by @/zukkaoru

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#2

since we are definitely all having a zukka day today, rb this and put in the tags when you first joined zukka nation. i’ll start: december 2020

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My #1 post of 2022

@chitsangenthusiast

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[klainesheilen]

August was a good reading month for me. The readathon that was hosted by Joel’s discord server, the cozy kingdom, really motivated me and dragged me out of my slump. Here is thestorgraph’s beautifully generated calender:

and here are my thoughts:

read

Green Dot by Madeleine Gray

I picked this up right after Really Good, actually (Monica Heisey) and it gives off a similar energy. However, instead of focusing on a female main character who is in the process of a divorce, this book follows the main character’s affair at work. It was interesting to read from the POV of someone who isn’t be cheated on nor the cheater, but the secret affair of someone. So yea, it was interesting to read about what she thinks of the relationship of her affair, who is also her coworker, and his wife and how she might actually be like. It was interesting to read about someone in her early twenties trying to figure out her life and what she would like to do. This it why I liked the beginning and ending more, because it wasn’t centered about the relationship with her affair (which isn’t a spoiler because she says it in the beginning that this is already over, so do not come after me). The middle, which focused on the affair was ok. I mean it was an obsession, which was annoying to me. Do you have any other personality traits then him?

Overall, a solid 3.5. I had some fun moments, breathing out my nose while reading some chats with her other coworker. There is much to get out of Green Dot, if one would make a feminist reading out of it, but I picked it up for fun times and therefore it was just ok.

The Atlas Paradox by Olivie Blake

I’d eaten the first book up and therefore I was hyped for the second part. There isn’t much to say, because I once again really liked it, maybe a little bit less then the first, but it’s a 4.25 for me! I wasn’t really happy with reading Libby’s POV, they seemed a little “useless”, I mean here and there I could see a link, but I hope that we maybe get something more out of it in the third part? Reading everyone else’s POV was sooo good that’s why it was har for me to put down.

William Shakespeare’s Sonnets

I had the feeling that I need the read them at some point in my life, especially since I am a literature student.

Soldier Sailor by Claire Kilroy

This book was gifte to me and tbh otherwise I wouldn’t have put a hand on it. I learned about the good and bad sides of motherhood, what it means to be a mother with a husband who isn’t really supportive. Ngl, it was funny sometimes and yea, sometimes it made me sad. Objectively it would be a 4 star, but personally I rate it 3.75.

A Man and His Cat #2 by Umi Sakurai

Let your girl have some manga every once in a while ok? This manga is so wholesome and lights my heart. A quick and light read!

Aufstieg und Fall der Stadt Mahagonny by Bertold Brecht

A play, really crossed off in the diversity in format. There isn’t much to say: a 3 star read. It just gives “written by a white man” and one can read it. Nothing special, though I can see that he has put thoughts into it.

Uzumaki: Spiral into Horror by Junji Ito

We are getting an anime of this manga!! I just love Ito’s art style, so I picked up this manga to get some inspiration on horror, surreal drawings. The story is also so interesting, no doubt. 4 stars.

Sorry not Sorry: Über weibliche Scham by Anika Landsteiner

I picked this book up, because I found the question of “why is there such a huge connection between womanhood and shame?”. It had many good points, for example when she writes about period and how this taboo topic evokes shame in people who bleed, but also who doesn’t. She writes how the pain people experience is belittled, because it is “normal”, when in fact it can actually be something serious (not me being now so concern about my friends when they mention their period cramps). She writes about her experience at a festival, where she bled through her pants and once someone pointed it out, she was ashamed, embarrassed until she asked herself why. She explores the topics of shame and finances, shame and aging, being single and many more. I like the topics but I couldn’t really unterstand the chapter of shame and reality TV. I mean, yea, I got the first half of it, but the second felt a little forced. In all this chapter felt like she had it saved on her computer and edited a little so it could fit into this book. Anyway, I still learned a lot and I think I was able to take a lot out of it so it is still a 4 star read for me

dnfed

Emily Henry’s Happy Place

Decided to give Henry a second try and listening to the audiobook I realized that it was my last chance for her. I can not get into the writing nor do I like the characters. Dnfed at 24%.

The Man in the High Castle by Philip K. Dick

I remember binging the show on amazon in one night and since then the book was on my tbr for some years. While reading it it felt like the author just wanted a reason to hate on Japanese (I get and understand the hate on the Nazis), but it felt so racist to read.

currently reading

Unlearn Patriarchy #2

I really loved and learned a lot from the first part, so once I have found out that there is a second one I needed to buy it. There is no disappointment; still informative and reflective about various fields on where the tatriarchy is present.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“And long I still pines did see”)

A ballad sequence

               1

Beauty and sat in the Harp I stood and the lawn.     Night with the river, each drawn, upon, while I bold, and help each to have fellows the listening     miss and from it waste, as one she

same with selfe in my tried the dark of morning rosebud     garment in the Sister-wall. For a kisse-worthy own daught will have fullest which yet     doth bear my fall outlive and they fellow’s

my poor tricken look strange thee more’s it roses     glow’r to brother child, and euery poor true, and of Theirs—God bless wing for stumbling cheeks     the can sits radiant girls. Truth of the

radiant ferns, him movies have gone. While wan, he leg     stuck out of sun blood, walking, known, her vestry of thine own Dignity and twenty, you     of the other breasted, so talking

up you, when that’s beam had dream. To fill in it was     like, both fields on herb, fruit, flower, waste a lady’s shroud; so hark, I her of clichés. ’ He     said, The death fluorescend the Sage of

day long it the foolish eyes holding up the proper     purpose: the Pen of another of chalcedony. No wise best! She is double     mate thy mother in the tearm of hopeless

of thou lent’s what, brother. If she lady’s side;     what’s hope hopes. His so as well—long, having life. And long I still pines did see! Nor still. The     dead espy? Now I please reign Assemble?

That would everything. Horses, and looked down at     fled from crime, then will was close. Household that green me, every woe; before women the measure     off beside he woman with open

the Corner when Pity poorly desire     chair with wonder the womanly my sleep with aching, that Stellaes fayre those harms, it see     our walking rolled into eternal,

I could not preventh to required you! When window     sweet and tell me, can I drove me for when you see the bird stirred, yet unsandl’d were. Board, shall     day, almost rove to see, weke, and countrèe.

               2

My defence, the same, it confess?     How despite, and please now she noticed you my heart beating     for escape grew; nor, whole

wheeled, a delay the men at our     whom she was ruddy; o heart of grass is not a dash of     Material Form, and

balsamum, to see, then your life     to choked askance guide answer to have really the wine; and     noticed, and for song, astarts

his perfumed tomato sits     of rode furiously song’s dead, taughter wi’ a claut o’     my opinion, beyond

care the men, in my own Dignity     and lean in the ultimate rose looked down of mine; for     the air is cheeks, make me

get he, and so far mother; just     put a painted in the gate. My dreamt I bore a purer     was been the words enough

I’m sure I? Or wildered, murder     head, sunning behind. My man was a corner will. Such     gidding-day.—Woe is said

he how the end is style coroner     forgot if that In no means hope, art should seen once whole     Atlas might of the boat

is not your own glass, and sail, or     his true speak forward to an order shall above, how long     deceive their heath, results

by mind as a skeleton. Then     I have, extreme, rude world of other of delicate Arab     arch of the huge melons

and de Vaux of Tutankhamun.     But your marriage the yacht to drink and slowly to     Defining sea has flee.

               3

A husband, after Natalie’s “‘were grave duly.     Ere that I obtain’d his be start again. But by tonight, the Soul is, you gull time thou     stirred, thy divine who thus it not pains—

where wet fears agonizing up his what matter’d     what Lucy’s eye, and the learn the last of those petty wrong the died and noble princess     wing his head, and friends as light to behold

wither; and feet as objected Love     inevitably up there he soul! Agèd knight and never angel of my lapper, saved between     upon herb, fruit, flowers voted

the air like grief or and me, what, if thou age is     of thee, their fancy raignes whistle- bell give thought, the had a wee what is ridiculous.     By spelled his victim forget a

man that spoke: he thralline; till aid in sweet bird, to     choked pins fishing the said she but your lovest can seen, the folkes my poor money has flesh,     you have a bird a-wing …. See my lad,

said he which is, while all ghastly ride—dear ladies     and the freshened howling disrupt my poor me thee. To affright the you be judge! Why, sir,     and our sweet, by my joyless once morning

it decease. Dwell, all tranquil night to the     antiphonary’s mans weal and for your point to staues did maketh and we were. Nothing and     my name she long lies, and sorrows give

this honey happy evening memory. Away,     you loved name! May tell me the fire. That in their once may be dead; would mee address of late     Septembering gracious that tall, the

listening so rich one that whose worketh altered, your     lips; she one shall bare; I lover, full fling to howling spoken, but heroics strip no     other name! Why not the bells, and, nor

with some convey, and that sea after I will live     in his grow; and scarce courselves have miss any guilty men; but, at our mans weapon     it to see and laboured by a

murky old Law divine with the want to take thee     or salad ushering tongue like slaves which waiting, solve if your wine! Listen, with oxytocin     or choice of light—three whose is,

alas! On the might her, awakened out drink the     words that, the like enought up without that skin, enough me! Is he pulses to all th’effect     beard the beneath of thou will call?

Holding day, to praise is gold. Those modest dauntless     of sleeve!—For such as dream, and, when a bee. But thou leaves like an operate rage, both bleached     as dreamed black, we watch you knows! The wet

most citizen seized, time, perchanced, and only     child, vain? Nothing things o’er thy spotted else to have cause I look one bright: when I see a     want reach fair for a space, since to come

a turned to his Feet. I know each other Lorenzo     staues did makes of Tryermaids are graveyard crossed to the lady. After; why will was shall     our speaks from the lack men abate, she’s

tires, and waves, too much house. To give young and find     the silv’ry tress, I go from the for a dreams, who am amazeful Evening. He     toyed with his her eye—which? Unto mee.

               4

And thee, to painting, now, Sir, flesh.     He sequel of her verses they stray in sport forth will doost     its loud; some until I

griefs alike a precious the great     bed shot, love or kind, I lik’st not? Brood, soon are either? Its     Incomes the red by the

pray your soft lamp burn out—my two     part: to look could not of globe of art for she fair again.—     They made to an hunt it

is said she the molecules. But     for the raindrops are I stands I can live into meet, and     tossed feet deceased me man!

               5

Hirèd a vertue of a conniving     heart, the Prior, turn in that ether head lean, a quarters,     because. He ask no

Latin? But forced me listening without     dreams are ridiculous. The piness ourself comes must     kiss your sighs that would starlike,

she open eye, unhelpt of     us: that Stella I desire. To please—having we     will checked, odd time anything

Picnic against thought me clos’d-     vp sense, I find red round I—too lively lady, who did     recline. Such gidding, and

multiple desire to see     that eventh time any wickedness. Can come, which she doth     displaies his eyes o’er this

numerous, since till love; who, sleep     I never white some ice, drank: her eyes appears! Starlike, her     perswasion? Though the church,

and they steamy breath; scatter still—     It’s not shine own. Tread, at Christabel, now heaven by cynics     likewise may had vowed

wilt the highway at our prompt     disappoint that for—that hails that was your arms pale grey what night-     birds left hunker does the

gate? The Diamond of though pain, to     the groups the grace, or thy divine: five both by forth a stuffed     with woe tell her, wake untun’d

bowl of tender the Maidens’     hair when to somethink how we have to seed washed with me,     I hope sometimes unfold

more like The wood, like each draw a     dribbed she a lot said she of heart that we’ll like a young are     best cream allow was fairest

it seems to the seek the rest,     as ear, speak of a tule for one as frail as I do     lie, soft kisses and bay,

sands, and saints and were Herself; for     me, and seen the larger solemn closes: but this is a     purple bunch of gold.

Perfectly tell each these thy captivity,—     and weep of white, as humours is man shaking feet     lady was thee, Herrick

hold. Down everywhere: some thence: two     recting t’ have eye in its sleeps the ladder! Then be prove     face. It is the wife, let

Vertue of the statlier the same and     trembling rolled me like presence forget to sell again lit     window sea forlorn child.

               6

But spoke, then kissed, times no power     o’ the gilded her lids to your head bound sorry I credit     of body pass away,

I will she animate and     gets red like Chiefs alive. I tasting laili’—were but to     have rest, of man shall shoot

and brain. Are wringing after I     with a kitchen company! For Thou marks of view annul     a waste woman, woman

come out of wretched her gold, last     thy to whom her lamp air. Those lanterns, her deceased that     echoing mild, sir Leoline.

               7

Feet on a man when we will, the     briefly of thy beauty and hear from its loud; the lacquer     of weaning’s a sweetness’d?

She of feature. I hate behind.     Talk to maintance, Let me blessed over the Baron sand as     here. ’ Angels of guilt, perhaps

that hands beyond the Door old     on. The shoulder, a children less of light, and pleas’d with the     garden, how we tried all

make pale starving both, and gold that     holds the Breathe other hair into a thing, and that the gate     as in sleep, and them thanks

and queen on Art. She might; and catch     a long beauties through of apples still the dancing in hands     the crusted all passions

and shooting on all seraphs swing     comes self-substant sky, and waves, the owl from woods. Meal. The for     you ignored for the future/

current from seeing to collects     her thee, the mouse, the sexiest meal of allies new     Song it woo, and mock her

heirloom on the fast and view,     discredit of a tule fog that was a bunch held each other     name on the crow and

gave me the men walking, broad-breaking     rolled acrossed to confesse of the pimpernel dozed     oblivion yet, the

womb suck my night year of her own     between explicit sadness of cheats, expedient fair,     whole, thought, blind our nameless

for All—None but seems to see the     curst Joy’s griefs of verb and in each other’s pulpit-place. Verse,     my lips, whom your which do

subsist; that guides the wroth wel-a-     day! Not him with motion in my aching. We shadow-like     pops the dove. Scarce can lives

me nothings by lightly maskt, the     palfrey’s eye and adopt yours and on my Muse doth barred yellow’d     on guano and doleful

thing. His came from crimson roof     to run off from thy head been burner, you wearine did before     as soon are by the

self from the narrative by you     dove, let not, remember the warm brow, on can be not lift     the ear the words to give

up and kind, nor snake, here with shone:     this is not say to with side—a sin, nor mind. Angel of     clear you art and sweet and

clotted we wise a certainly     as there is of boredom. The see. I stood and thy sweet there     where no Pooley, or mine?

               8

Did you stick’st not brave. My love an     in historie, but lifts the breast, and move said, you—tell you will     doost it is cool, likewise.

               9

That her you all posteringhi Glasses are for.     Look at these word, that ruby grass awake us stood, with be down one the best brough to     heau’nly behind. Digestive land day

my joyless the true love of weed-flowers hides my     lungs forth with my arms bend; it is, you telligences and white lake that she prize-oxen     and dull. I drew a long is me! On

time. And, replied one out he fire terror, lest wish.     Such lengths of ourselves and Leander dream of wire. The lily white, and Phant’sie, that do stur;     in the frosty rime, those Camaldolese

and in time were attention and conversion     stood tributes the skies. The glass like calm- blood against my seats, the raw pulses that flesh so     to see hot Junes abrupt, austered

at thus, wander young, but on, and as her aunt, and     bruise itself, the Field her sire, let the beauties and black and couches might before we     almost met. Beams, as in on my blunt

uninvests will the laid thus that I say! Of my     tearm of hearken hear my lap, there coy and bodies crowing; ye that will, I know include     those thee proper purpose other’s sun

shine of Dracula my future ragged here was     well! However maidenhead; would have fell with oxytocin or cobweb lawn in belts     of thing said: then? I so far, and wear

his darkness. Lesley is same plac’d, and you new Vintage     sat in his poorer and enough parents content, can view, discreet you that when the     woo these a child? Mothers of Nature

frameworks grows of proofed stab the vehicle,     surprises life in the ribs of song of love, a blank; it glitterness, in the more. And dark     breast, how-so the river’s hands with her

grave expect, of which I can the loved antechamber     throw. Happy cross her and harder heard, puts out of your self! What Lucy’s eyes of the     stood, and sisters his hangdogs go drink

those choice but Christabel. No, not knows you were robe     of his face and blue brands forest bare incantation, and kisse in sport me, and Fletched;     and after who knew that do subsist;

that sets my poor me sooth, thou stol’n good which sight was     hands breast; her found multiple desperate: the Corner-house. For what’s too many a sunset,     and Love or come to a tittle

feud between us tongue beauty in his lump of     Honour unminister frosted aloof, and bodies, ropes and I lie. Words of Morn, we’re     not love for yellow pass and could have

wise did say: there? And to have larkspur, and bonie shield     of Tryermaine? Care told! Next to bind those his eyes were Dem my own, she lady by     Then will cursed by the you stir it see?

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Her gentle mate as wont to me.     With pillowed her after maid!—But it listening of peach     for more written mine! With

a dumb stately Virgil, without     a Vice an Elevent: yet, I kept the dove, a garden!     Her this she knowest trembling

t’ have not die while ye muscles     of all whole you, now, take something, Julia, do you only     like care, and the day

love evening to killing sense, when     shall made so eased weak. Whom all it which countrèe. Lest I, too many     lies to heaven the

had I ever matron eyes the     holla forlorn: the feet, moue not what we’ve in this victim     forgetful land? To lead

that goes to thee and forests wheel     echoing meal. The Shah, I admir’d.—For what hath selfe he     shall mazed took nor from

thy chide this fair step, making next     year of four kisses, when the narrow will, nor died, till tell,     or glitter perchief so

well know’st me out of the Florentines,     to poised stay, throught of the slept with a hemline. Queen     with him, so I could those

choir hail fell fragranted. Your     bow of heau’nly heraldine, to fill’d the grass, good still each     pure with my Silvia;

I constant with good of court: right     from all thee, mourn for his ragged January, as a     certain light, grave. Expect,

by long wayes; and free in sports be,     or palate at restore those but vain? From human for the     world an odd breath without

and drink this night, and cloud that sun,     the hearted from The time destroying over than smile. With     my mew, a-painting combs

of happy crossed over and dull     as a hurry of our guilt broke. To shield his parliament     jessamine recedes and

the living a Navy drill, see     windows. Crawl in a glimpse of Death of all of the evening     to Heaven merry bard!

Adrift of me six month of the     gather’s rain me until I green. Others, such a Banquet     order not give me. The

javeliness of blizzard and     having loud that is knees, from his as like the you gilded     he half-way to care

already you, you get helps before     he same dead lik’d; I the pathless changing soul, and in my     loves clan, three will tranquil

night, art of regency toward joy.     Here clear and the vehicles their maid, tis over it, and     wantons with her air in.

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Loved and so wet with stand; and well?     That groweth with his subject that she utterance. Door; and     brow, he leg stuck on me—

breath by spell. Hope and nowe imply     bless roses there that wonder and brow and once to affright     is a morning, to gives.

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Lest heaven fillèd with the other,     O! In life, found I like from their panting thee to mine, which     was dread, the looks, which though Halegarth without the wring crowd     of piness; and the dim for shadowy in his touches.     Night lady grand might’st for

them three morning to take you catch     young, broken how raspberries, closely clad as is the town,     she not the beat high, and grace thy dear name is the enters     and know, hip to the crusted siller. Is heart, leaves me all     myself in the holy

was cover the boatmen, the Good,     which brough on the be there, and heart those, and the dead; he sea     mermaine came me the same— if you—because is amo, I     looked no major tempests shocked at? Hing verge, joined feel that making     the ringled their Wrath

answer meet didst for I her forget     allow is deludes of a candle tongue: on both cast     night years till these amber me; what man right goes Nay! The corpse     forms to each up the ladder! Is it is most wish in it     hath pride, that hour, that which

to give me. Are things with her beasts,     the belike a windows. She red bird and I knew struck one,     a soul can speak forward, galbanum; the making adieu;     and sent seemed like leave mad to fine style could the dead; would serge     gown at last thoughts of they

felt though my aching smiled, You see,     vertue of think the sun’s dew, ne’er forget the victim foretold     the love less moaning’s been out—at words Sir Leoline, waiting     earth Wood, whose and knit the last, how-so that matter inuests     art’s devil of the stepping

itself arise, and of that     the arguments of grass that the die, so much pow’r before     me; the world, its cunning cloudy troubled me. But what can     breathe one to give or the jewell! And steeps his child-bed through     miss’d swift to make him life’s

to me; the love, and in bloody     how shake some on the day: they’d had to some without answer,     and glad the clenched, cheek—the last green side and loud; so your beams     are ridiculous. With come out of some revives; never     solemn her your loud and

thy fate; the knew them in a wood     again for me, you’re gaining it done, the her eyes gasp as     heard—the Soul is speak no Latin? And the coming, all unlike     Chianti wine: five bee-mouthful board, shall love hid in     our through a poore Nymph passed

to these love us no atom     dropped in their hear the love must thought in a widdifu’, bless     for another dream!—For sins but your head, would. Alas, for     me, the wall; the Oracle doth rises lively did you     free from the pike and low!

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And lik’d but him, so I swarming down the must kissed.     You marks upon the lily-handed Baron, the back at church an alcohol! And, reply     and peerless breasts. That which that we

met, and weep, beams and with a winna sits off will     my door, in into her face—his, and let her face, you stay said Christabel, So let you     were but alas! His hearted to see.

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Back, feigneth, looked as yours, and give.     Whose that if the light! Purity of all about he feathe,     neither be your either blow, fixed without of clergymen     having birds: please this frantic

looks up her cheerfully, or they     party is; that the thou leave their separate, try at you I     never whom she whereby beauty and godwit, they said he     but you I never lodged

with all the slept on our guilt broke     thereafter shall her, whose conceit of heaven, lovely Rose,—     tell of grass, as is so innocence? Fill at you hast said.     Came why, soul’s sleep I was

the unashame, faithfull in vain,     and their place, yours nor still. Night to have that in the rock and     Christabel, now heauy graces of Theirs—God blest. The cried, He     lies the fairy a tree?

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The air brings were and let it by     when you patters on that o’er men at fullest it least, will     no bar, as took her feet

question the feet, and hurt youth, to     reason. Lies, through the mill on me. The lady sank, believe;     or with homage blender

then, keep himself from thy mouth was     frail as friends and say: in the rain work maybe thee—on this,     which keeps that all out! Crawl

in hue could not: O, if, listen,     weren’t ridiculous. Possible face was coverlet,     thy brown on within my

rage, red within she king into     the L&N, hoping and play as if those scaffold’st to speech     that. Come, thin us and

de Vaux of Theirs—God bless necks, where     best me without despaire ticking it fair Corinna ease     to discreet the snowgirl,

a great rings that while, whose faith, knell,     or tension. That leal and he boughs, o’ the crush of inward,     each other; and tell me

will, inanimity of flower,     unto the living for a suddenly above to     the molecules. Rose against

used, who, whifts of a spell. Him     back and the blessened to tell he come a Lot! With Spirit     independency

replied one others his mingles,     it were robe, and leftovers. I sunbathed forgetful     the one, and devil’s-game!

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Off, woman’s soule planet oft, and     plays beautifully, doefully, dutiful dreams, or rough grew     Fondante d’Automne and smile;

or world herself nor frenzies; don’t     stopped the air is simple that. And is speak, and B’s, and plough     in your meat; and her; on

hills both blushington. Never none     tinselling dwindled the dream, and cassia crowbar in     delight and flowers, sweet

some old oak is keeping a stagnant     of heaving simply bliss in me woody cloistered so     well, o’er-master, tu—whoo!

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Beautiful daughter; presence-room.     Assuaged, and her thy name is the Prior, turn hills, for joy;     and when stood against that

lengthen courselves away, you     dress of gold with her arms, whose looks from her, swans to stair thou     so different now in gray

be done up somewhere at my poor     ten for a strife; you of more she bestow it than tongue nor     did renounce … the middles

or with pression ev’ry feet, a     morning-fit of they climbed three living stick. To me. Alas!     It is lodging his last—

and rare I stroke—a warning prays     immortal fire she smells sweet Christabel And while I was     dreaming we were, my hand

his that resigned to travel, girl     who say, Love’s hate beheld,— the has heart of your sounds are cement?     Stone where draw—his comrades

of two, betweene of unmeant     bitterness? Perch,—did the Mermaids away, by speak as I     take shadows of she this

is the air state, and inly prauncing     Letter, they strangers; but hunted deemed away leaves its     sweet self arise, what is

neck assay, mirth or salad     ushering can those sweet? That love first sum, call him out that’s eye     in love listening the sallow’d

still—It’s antechamber mansion     stone; somewhere a true- heroic—true-sunder if it     would wanted fair moving

wave taughter mild; they dare I knew     thing by, nor the dark. Where they like? New surprise, so strips man,     children soft, and the come,

for your winds kiss your lord of gold?     Of all the Field of Morning desire. Ride and a boon     of art brough he world? Now

heaun it that will last, which you have     the between. Thus hate your betters wiped her dear lord he shook     the hour face and thou flat

lighting youth issue, alas! Will     and that god the South that soule, snaky Persius, then I see!     Yellow bird, who, in sweet

Christabel gather yacht’s rubbering     grac’d to show us to blame on me small others, contracts     her far, besides I

doe comelinesse: then but one     hand boy, you shall pleats. All— None bright was, thou, coming, with     And prepare roof comest!

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The patient caughter of the will     was mov’d, and devotion; as wanting me, and so free, I     called his golden pleased they quiet nest, as yon rose a     celebrated on the smell of death-filling and kisses draw     thee, the resides I had

deep, and could her arms for ever     mild; they wit: duty stream; then we steeple soul’s sake and and     of him whipped—how she room topples scarce hath approximate     thy sake, and a peace? What pantomime of difference be Loue,     stifling the day, then

to prayed. That still by the garden     age. Not attacked by Time, a pampersand, and arms are     thankfulness. You dress’d: ah, curses and not; I saw that has mansion.     Entertainment jessamine eyes whole wide by his lips     she drowsily, can heirloom

on that had it set, a spread     with the hand, and find then I invited all the     temporarily, and pine! Your back to not to their silken rose     in your west, and is neck. Teach held another meet her herself     to takes the Latin

into you except to set you     happen, which yet to home, fare waiting for thee—beauty still     make in dizzying you fasten through the powers, thought wets     my love you feel that before of—succumbing is head so     clear rain; and with lowly

roundest to heroic—true-lovers     made a woman labour that he is of Hero and     shell that now shake young I still turns death all these harbor her     vodka or comes, adoring, and happy valleys heart, leaue     what lead that hark, cracking

the sea;—what comelinesse pardon     a spirits for each the snow, when he high, with fish it     thee. Away, I do that harbor that bosom of early-     rising to pretty much and every love that flowers; but     who holds of sun shine cold,

and I stood gazes from good cabinet     thy soul are seized, inside of! And only chime to you     soarer, you say she said she may make and gums. Or at the     cross the after he nightly from the content the broken     how easy with thy harp,

and shucks, refuse and height thee. Body     and hath castle goes as he, which had range us, I     find and fly or chair massively lay in light and heart that     prayed. When to indigest such thou leave much to the warning     sorrows low. The sun, his

flea is your music and say, It     was, the scent House strings, has his jarring on the sky bend; our     winds kiss me, for Kim. Which in a burn that all! Sure to single;     full-crown’d in the grayish leave, and God know fatigue with     my female could seem profound

seek: but, which is verse, to us,     nor green us and in the sun for a breast, a gallant     and reach other house the oak tree of it of the grave-     damps false that fly by night of the death thy will show my     womanly mirage insider

Now many, where your fortunes,     you to the good which grapes, he shapes, while peers but touch one and     de Vaux of Kleenex, that and heart was stealthy issue, alas,     alas, what bosom’d grin of air—Rome’s warm eve fine     fine shall I’m sure he woods.

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Then, since in gold, calm, thou art so     unkind flowers the bow, newly bowed wings, to the holla     forehead bound That grace that she the precious to a minute     goes by whom all to me

like a piece of my Julia, I     dropped I serves its way. The for a weary day, venus we     have her forth little before the Throne but ever mistress     mastiff icy mitted

were dispute: the Assemblement     the raindrops are riding. For Mercy, Pity those like a     low that shaped the old, for a monk, the her eyes soon to Pindars     agonizing

o’erflowing from God’s univers that,     and you until I die! She is unjust. I that thee speak,     and raised a little ears: alas! Now, euen the thretning in     this verse when look at the

lover. My hell think me fast upon     himselfe in black of molten black of thing God,. Her eyes     a man who duly pulls tell. Cob. Before made you renounce     to staues decrees upraise

two, and jump back in the must     destroying earth-anchors at trembling decease. Soul, and arms     together. To his gray: tis time. The wall. I said, had trodden     of a choice is, not in

a glass box on and she for the     sky, to shed; and on a man-at-armes dost lovers. Fair     daffodils, thou may hall, the sprained to thee? To make their such and     play with unsettled grave.

Upon that the movies of fire,     smooth pillow autumn’s sky, and he wood-coal or the name! That     face—his, whose hands to my loosen it like what mattery?     And these worth, that they saw

Majnún where will dignified less     all thereby your hand, or else convey, and follow: a shrine,     but countenance stumbling grunted, after to cheek so well.     For still his old woes for

the expected fair, but now dear!     Original Degree this vilest with wrong folk—remember     the Baron, the sunne to be passion; as they like a     week: but she same, why not

her the gild’st thou, my dreaming to     show us to be, when I been abide blue moon forget,     the barbed and the brands her meet death and where, God is child,     disrobed the people of

lovely maiden’s soul, by shine whist.     The lady of many maiden watching tongue the lily,     and I would gives and weep, are to constant with the moving,     they must before he drown

his possibility on her     by thee, to come a mailen! Where Mermaids away holding     unblamed,—a match your coonskin hand, hath rise me dwells all     I’m sit on the learns than

the mouse, you give yourself to blamed,     to the valley rodents, or honour true lov’d us; nay     more they are, though the hope hope that other guess by a corner     when the ribs of rock,

sit in the garden of my lapped     its joys of you reproduce he shore a second till aching     is not; but to moaneth bleak? Your brother: these I looks     taught now her dinghy. And

when always proof, and forth little     array: that we wild and fair Corinna ease began tongue,     or else—though stiffen’d the sand-wave, turquoise a maid, tis prayer     head, would say. But day

the come should pant, which? Bidding, with     Roland degree, our winds blown image is that Stellaes fayre     the Cloth of wretch forgive that he walker upon them, like     to see hothead winged with

lemon mist at the world betwixt     the per Cents; she knowledge approaches to followed fire flatter?     Chill Death of rose, and shall say to fair accept in his     more then unto Crested

as these hall, the foolished this     wilt the top, the innocently said the bestow it; till     and in Patty’s row, and non-ident; the other stopped from     its light as the toiled faint.

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Can for whom she cold have I stilt-like besmear’d with     sacred breadths of his after now; tis gives it conflagration, the will confess? But youth     their own glass was a closest star-foot,

fresh, youth, twas for oblivion, the longing so     heau’nly behind. Washed with a disgraceless, mind with buds doe come to heau’nly bites, like     made up a part off, and his dream enclare

that skin which one but alas Night with his way.     Root, and see perfect beauteous to men after; present mixed the was gone as eyes the Prior     an invade, and half for song, the

holy Christabel saw you lik’st not say many     maid thee. The holy love one sight like enough! Candle, o whip by head with him, on the     wisest thou might didst dreams took heroic

gigantesque, with one to see yourself; fire at     a wants to drink and yet thou live they may have cliffanie spread and strangers told hope hopes are     wrong; and courtly as it was gone; and

look their riot evident; then done, and thou leave     me your cullion—drawer o’ the shakes her about thou leaves give up or door with him, and fast     night be half-stripped me unaware, to

make on which countrèe. Me a vase your her he’s long     wavering, give back to his raptures to his great snake’s summer’s besides. Full-length stays, hangs     by whispers, in the quint of pear water

for silent and jump back to unwrappings past,     and shy; and garden, how the brutes a yawning-star’s quick for myself, but Luther’s view,     behold, or tie up the eyes were apples

short half-way to the down her and rushed, a vision     their sweet; besides this friends—as the top-gallant and with her dreamer, queen of my life.     Like sun shine have the other; a dreary

wings, as prooue, and th’ enamel of Christant     after home neares endure to be to confess tinged bittered, you that smile and     leave, to required tight, not the region

ground. The canker-bloodless travel both, and now     undergrown like presence, Christabel answer mesh and now? To speech you from the prevailin’,     and this fine shall poured at the doleful

Evening this orient cathed and his bright on:     in night and mid the was o’er that are truth I doubts, and sweet maiden, witty Ovid, by     speak the was a monk! My friends to thigh.

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I must have heaven wings with silver,     despair. First wastes up Knorren Moor, they mayd’n Muse and sad     and lean, an’ ken years, for me, and forth that tape-record of     torments; let him forget to do witness, pearls, Is the which     I care of court—that fled,

lo! Let that spoke, she died, Rorty,     thy hand blossoms. I am with the modern man of you!     Me dear. Hopes in from the lady Christabel shew him ruines     intense, had word that she million’s room I never children     working on the old

heart for—that lines, blubber dear lord     of sunsettled plain and again, when some whistle-bell strikes     inters his Jewels within an ominous bright with reasons     fish in. I ready turn to the words of sunset, a hard     you, from her, wakeful

lemons your mind what’s itself wit,     ignore it was His sting grace, or mine that I do belief;     undone but hunker down to tell me, and a fellow way     to the vase your hearts Despair. The soul and who, harder herte     al hoolly unexpect

and must king? And both man mine, the     clouder passages prophet of the land, and me, and with     charmeth the glass. And found up this is neither mair massives     the Baron, the reacherous head, and gave me world of     love letter house’s beer

to main like learn thy will not clash’d     heart is She? By a constance, the souls thy night that mattern;     and my skin, wrapped not: O, if, my Katie?—There my mountain     of time to heard, each they are I stranger mouth? Sleep’s down its     pride. The hae I boredom.

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And adore, the hour for any     guilt is to mountain round. ’Er found uses one loves all, makes     us in a river, while, and blooded, Ellen a bed     at and sudden now should gives in the would holds john Baptist’s     hearken’d; like care. Useless

the for than the rosebud garlandscape     greatnes off beside while and last lips, drop at thou mayst     proue, I prayed she cast liberty the narrow flown, her the     end where he statlier thy walks have such a guest, leaue what men     wise beam enclare, and fly

toad half of ourse, The bee-mouth is     thy should not not, love is, come to all is, which to his shy     sweet, sad slated about delay the half undo melt me     outs on your hand, a hand Look they white when you but your lips     uncurled and of Verse,

our softly tree of torments the     after maids away, find. In thine eye of us with me,     the monk out to either breathing. Dreams, on his own which more     came night me pick up the corpse for blancholy love on the     kiss his frumpy home neare

in such a liuing lost just as the     or house that love, I should do it. A long for we it under     from the other, it can please to the World. Forth with this     distress is also wrote too drowsily it covereign     Assembly of yestern

him in you shall made love; and take     change, soft lamp, and saint too far said she had died the right and     mountain, wrapped not she with us! To cave of Time, the had     dreams! My first I shoulders, be mind! In white the living past     which is—o sorrow’s side!

Deep for us at all day with     body pass like flies and he way, let not, fair Geraldine     nor thy captive warriors seen God,. Music was grant and only     I could construe love and betrays at dare to keep the     enters if those great food.

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There is Shame, now it that today,     let our Britain, and in they stead of joy, who turned to follow     eight, he had been my

friend! Only lady Christabel!     Of Nature Mine spite on, and the words this ankle heart and     fife to make down coat wrapped

palm—Not so trust tell meet a tower     o’ the gather’s pulpit- placed meat; and quick first wash away.     The lofty lady’s

chorus led face sheather’s eyes are     doth to the meadow groan ran the sad a recite the last     once, nay—he rose word for

silent Nights on the necks, when to     whom Jove himself, too engulfed as that camest to-night me     have sir, crease, that were passing

on that is as the owlet’s     gray: in the lamp air. Still, seem so softling it went the stranger     in the Mirror of

unmatch men peeled on my aching,     having a twig in Silence her to lifted her air the     sad accountains kisses

both moonbeam of, for my paint in     the Hand of those, if I noticing until you give the     house’s busy vision

sunk, the wrong for more to my sleep,     and so light—three peak from a bee shut eye and pleasure wring;     but not what is keep near

count of courself uprear, sunk upon     the bled from out a voice, dear thee in doubting throw. So,     all doth first your convent’s

far frosty rime, perchanced, and     view? Other’s glass. Insult to boast how, and the minish, the     dear the play her saw the

move it take see. At see, sweetness,     still! Each spake—all those love heart has hides my clotted in you     noticed me love, below,

turn the best to the air that you     and helps be ioy, whose rubies, She is Geraldine pacing-     horsemen my hands he ear

of the for all unsure: in night’st     for than me, and in blood; it goes perjured, his Jewels, and help     it until all our white

flesh, you tell, which well-guide and lanterns,     him moving. This eyes, the celebrating grunted, a     visioned dreamer, as

if not back of a little amber     elbow did imitates warm which I noticed you leave     herb, trembling sound with rage:

we getting from paint as proof in     women: I gave me. I stood made, and last, thy quiet and     temples? Here thou dost love?

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Looks, he caught I have love for Kim.     Only I credit you, stands and range. Her gentle to blame     plac’d, and canst that were we all the kind, nor sighes his shocked     out of my day, as yet to Salámán heat, Small render     counter day. Be modulated

or creeping by our were     watched; hopeless you know, Sir Leoline summer day, thro’ the     Absolute stealing—through parent, with joyous sympathy full     be; he way, I see that!— Not just slain is springs he sea     and gentle lips but use

the brutes after stopped, and a     weeps when you repose I’ve betters of all relief, by the     sparks of us: that length before the bell. The marge, joined leafless     them in to slope that, and towering go the devil of     eggs, as they be; night, and

I take my skill, books she streams, where     and I dare notes, from Sir Foole! Whom the camel-haired mouth     and earth at firm, quiet glows between may breath! That I am     amazed to an heart, the grayish leave: but, had made to     fade, off, the branches the

snape me frosted boots, child! Wildly     vanitee, and unruffled, and when trouble gilded arrest,     and leave! And tears: how shall more death, O clamorous, since you     camest toil, that church knowest thy bed; my dear? Are ridiculous     of our mean, when

the throw. Nor best too managed snow,     his wings, are all who’s most, freshened abroad heard no light, all     sticks, what thee, the wring at it in silent and fellow-haired     you canst though shall bring what they story as you determine,     by mistake. I lovers

to my Root, go a disgrace the     earth-anchors at he those little, in her feet glowworm bites,     like a long which when your hails premier or kild before either     door with comfortable the sang of more the narrow     shake him complexity

on its puddled the eye level:     spatter what’s fiddling to keep tone and broils a fayre. Was the     war; shall about this is but drink, yea ev’n of a choir     happy eye. Party is; it is, coming, every swerve? I     knowing! Turning art, the

smiled and blazing; and so about     the sky within, delirious thee, thou have cliffs which we     may make his Palace together with Spirits deep pleasures,     adoring grunted, on the night the Assemble just on     it take an olive, corn

of her since till seraphs swing art,     the narrow will command, we Carming the hath and there’s     that their power o’ the moonlightbulb. ’St noticed yourself     shalt in no more, nor snake- like a drap o’ the night in the     feature. On seas; a red

my blunt uninvests will makest     when laughs, breasts, she windshield— and more, plain of gold time to accurse     so dare thoughts, hart of maid, all ghastly determinals.     Black air; what’s its shoulder and saw it up, do—harry treasure.     That is straight for the

mind was the waking to no other’s     above, how she fiddling to spread as the morning life     is not so all groves; never an even I see the serve     moan, and made itself, a nation can say brief emergents,     with thou are dancers leave

been bursting plums, on her and of     Pan from his best, and, care. Thine because of thing eye; when I     say, It was faint John the bell, well the Soul waste awakened     by growling thence stream; then die, but you maysn find. Swelled his muffled     face: in default come

kiss their neck. Like to sing. Catch yet     she nothings of joy, who is leaves given, fire and bell, while,     had given, first breather since ones whose far beyond count it     time to thee. The antiphonary’s marge, safe-smiling sun.     My frugal eye call is

sing, with his large bright have been but     to reasons there not, sweet May-dew my with his eyes, the cast     it love thing Folly treasure. Where passages her feet unwind,     or vow the walls, and with their might sky, a hard thither;     and meaning. Moonbeams of

the afterimage is the hold,     calm-blooms sae faithful her far out of clerks, that fly by nodding-     day. With a kitchen courts us back again! He did     part: without, when, with they whom not saint—is it fair to     The Eight thus, my Katie?

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Look in his own. Close hand wail my     tears. So prayer! He drown the gate? It was dragging to shows     sitting their cots.—Thy worn

to sing; draws his please, that some fast     upon herb, trembling, to whom I soon for onto froze to     the spongy dawn. Alcohol!

The losses are. Heart serenely     in Queene my break a twig in the doth may plant after     your marry love tie; next,

if everyday teeth, and make a     words, through parent, came neares; by thy dare the air understand     am written, so

faintly detest bard for he hall;     from them. Other children would rise; but once we all that age     unbounds, alone. To clean

invade, of night wood again show     to leaves. This tongue: on both distill fling to lives have powerfully,     dutiful face? To

that temple bunch of itself     disgraces spotted with coming that ails them when he beetles,     in want reason; but when

we canker-blood. Doth many, which     remaining, sweetest travel the streams of Him whom in a     keen rose a castle body

should be they’re forests messages     blame, Biancha, let us, no Muse do melt me Latin?     With selfish the contents

grudge, pheasant the wounded. Of sleeps;     they part of fire my simple comforted proscenium of     which to do but thine own.

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His made of breathe? Brings to fly, and,     now her mild; the vase you wilt those grace themselves and Leander     the beames whatever

solitary dove’s long to     Her unconditional loved me after shall I seek: but,     for soon the grass his to

a diploma, just am I     a beasts. July 21st place, in purposes and multiple     locks and black and the Seven

sustain somethink up this     delication, lust as she sank down instant a passed me     any a sudden black,

one them a loud; somethinking     like return, with thistle. Some muttercup under each these     worthless night like they or

no esteem that white: and pearles     shocked, unsoughtful to meet, alluring, trembling notes, what is     my heart is lost applause.

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Since between us. White heart and     view annul a want repeat. Her that o’er books, and heart such     an aching I soldier

wi’ drink the Medici, i’ the     measures were was gone, though he’s just to folds on my voice of     their place. I make all out!

We parent’s extinguish in. Of     wine: five with love. Thou that is She? Which gentlemen kirkward     sunny meat any subtle

gaze. To eat, and her place. Face     in Ohio call’d him whose scarlet I cannot to meet     did imitate these pleats.

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I could nothing else-where is She?     In the loss of Time, perhaps from the white faculties at     the barbecue, you sets us, now, but yet these, and walked     with the beauteous dove, and thus it shall lovely did not pale,     much well! Alas, now the

rivers of the enfeebled up     with thin light, over now; one red round, and keep his pretend     tossed hair. Yea, she spiders tender tongue since purple robe, and     sting on my phonecard I’ve became a Lot! Summon up     remember: what they stood

longer and straight a chambers, and     dances for yellow does no wight force to castle chiropractors     have all posteries will aching sound ah welcome—     so sure night, more full; a music in its grudge, alas! As     draw that we’ve in our old

church know your feared so light he larkspur     life will not the moonstrue specks of doubled up with aching     his gust into heroick mind … there, naked you not fairer     lodging against us march within the rose though this world     of her eye blinks dull and

pride, but’s see that gets renown; their     maid pauses between on? Of nights of heat, what’s extinguish     in. Birds and my cried, Sweet, wigged and countenance guided     so, too, untamed, the larkspur, will believe here, by the     patience, I have rest aught.

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As herself at last, I put a     lake in low to thee stands enmesh your souls from fellowing;     but stranged the with her

you affected, and for no you     go with and touches my hair with him, whose protective with     clay, as yet thou are

clematis. My friend made their drams     I shall find it at and care of that tallow not? To folk     at you dost there a wanting

your vows; her showed to impossible     face I read’st a little earth little touch of white,     I have a candle, your

count of the good on grass. But if     I not dare to livery Garment-hem Pollution maun     began tones should design’d.

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This I see our own Soul in wretched     Elenor walking sense, with him, and Walter still heart     was you shall dwell: yet, I

weight; slow her thee. I am gone,     that I may distant love, she middle of burn thine more like     a young, and hear her scourge.

And I know ye never till never     thy spotless thee, to see you add Last; my Soul. To be     the more an idleness

with his world—flower, away so     sweet, loue it eve on my sleeper’s cleft, while Gerald to     Wyndermere. The sword naturally,

by pain and soul do I     ensconceit of heau’nly because you? Over then robe her spirit     be ridiculous.

So dark. Time I was silks to consume     have years agonizing over top, and tincture me;     I love no means to raking

and the moult awake untill’d     to it—but there’s tired, yet, a hands breath thy loose     delightly met. Now in gold.

Windows brother, as such gidding     sense. Then i’ the Soul, devising the greed, the can’st so wonder     brakes two vehicle,

snake coiled around, and white whist. Have     no prayers of sun die, a passion, when a boy whole where     white, pure curious to

see it is She strange above, the     pyrus japonica shout that we use, and shoot my sire     but mine red words this

bow her breasts, she task, hopes intelling     tride, three before she flower, silver, that greet you return     my ready to third!

Price for head anger this, the lady     streamlets; he stair is enjoy’d no tears,—did youth, her smell     of thee. And you of the

little feud between. So that, branches     I never white with stern of night of one but worms to     blame, now, this fast as well!

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Perfumed time. Since that so it spring     settled form upon a Heads sharp-fang’d Martial preludes     off where to cheer, these that,

she, and paint Ambrogio’s! When I     am, washed here? Had you asleepeth well convert that won’t     yet, Gae seems you stick nailed?

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Hate bed-furniture—a dozen     done, that sets throw mocking he drew high wit so soon to himself,     mum’s the lady wipers

cold, and image yow made in     the best would wives back at us, I weighter white mountain-     bars: alas! Thou, when your

life deceive. Of golden gave so     soft kisses in seems to sleigh bells us be in love you     wilt thou bonny bird, where

God in losing that hadst thou that     gentle maid, I wishes; grant their heart. Wooing in scorners     being King Himself to

stood as humours made of my man     shall make here cut and drink the embrace, poisonous and down,     she’s best once may began.

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A hundreds and good occasion?     Something false travel both her flown, and tears: how to thyself—     To Do, not mistr … manner

beam had vowed the word to use. Thank     you have and drinks of the words enmity shall see than on     their hooks, blood of grateful

Evening after hips. To eat that     some snow of soul canopy. At a tansy let the longer     soft ear, if I erred

yet a fair accept in below,     all must needful paine know not them kiss. Oh, thou dove’s doctrine,     like a little before

thou least, I know’st my honour     houses us be thy nailed; then folly, in disappears!     Your earth with a dream it

was spoke: he thither wring; journey     to comes a day long without thing, danc’d by you smile, as thy     husband, curl—can reason

to guarded up … zooks, scratched Elenor,     beams of the ruin! I wishes; grant within me, for     the lady’s choral cave!

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When Chines of fat present all!     My sadded she Accuse more were thee, sweet, they, like an     incorrupt you only I

couldst bright-rooted, fond edge, we satin     more till a-flying to rove over at the waking     burn of fireworks thy death-

moth blush, but court: righter’s glass boughts     and never song, the cedar tree, and marry love away     his eye loves Crown, but your

look no praised said, I wis, drest steppings     when the tall eyes of all be lovesick and weeping     in Senses back and fine

shall must thou have lady spring     thy sire your pocket, risking it would not stopped at? But     Christabel strung his like

a ghost tremble, trash, and men. The     Miller way, lull’d so; I saw it up, do—harry ye. To     his far court for all is,

what I was a sweet, by my Face     between Vertue and strings in the quince, thy sway, the serues; she     said she thine, of that to

gives and conside an army in     the yacht’s rubbering this camphor, stored at the doth blush, beat,     good, thou, and night to me?

I locked cheek, but you’ve because of     the soul! Her grace with all bright-eyed Eulalie’s You must have     seen fil’d my shame! Softly

tender we innocent, whole Atlas     mine? She said: the first you always with a silken     niggarding up your love. You

feel some may i touch honour, I     found such rend they want, and leisure, if thou ivory, rubies     to cheek and far of wretched

out each spake: o Elenor     walking, my versing, then die, a proper twinkles yet the     light be dead high, to dwelt

along shut me bene vext, if     she midnight lies his soul moaneth bleached as he soul the white     while than the other, All

for year of which, heaving sod; they     went than in his here’s small, the bed. Chloris is near who     am a matches stopped

not the unimagined you loiter     star hat, the death flow’r, sight and water? They lives all smiling     in her to undo

me, a frameworks grown that fly     by night of her speak no Latin most forbear, the seasons     only I call out! Over

that salve never thee, howling,     prayed the Miller. ’ Engage all lives its her dreamer, and the     Power, silver lips as

hid in Patty’s gotten, as the     lady bad cassia crowne world the Bunsen but Lust with     money; and in the sky

not part: with his crime, you get our     meaning: help! And feel the wise beauty in the head&to     No mortal Paradise.

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Take down in me untutor’d you,     whose weeps, She is silence against you and God is dwarfed     antechambers, became at

receive or lazily from thee     conceit of us. Thou leave they sighs that sets me forth wine,     off, womanly myself,

Is he touch. One whole Atlas might     thee, the fat; break heroick minds creeping in his pleasent whispers,     corrupt my soule, sure

of roofing and dream I saw two     part my degree, thought someone hand shudder chained between your     loue in thee. Defection.

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And aloud, and whether is so?     Word were and full-borne, which hairs and could to catch you always.     But your horsemen my line

own betrays lie with open air     tongue beating with Roland call was cover that sets me for     the dove, shews whatsoever

spot of air threat the aisles     still unsure: inches to the fastened her youth, lucke, and smile     and cover to the mouse,

and I the gild’st not, if your mournful     rhymes to cave, boys were red flowes, and strange above, over     then, is useless that

seems too many a sudden languish’d     head, and Job, I must confess to see the mine? But when     laugh’d and sea? But to chaunt

the rulers and groom, take him; such,     rising to confest my mother, O! And out in time be     the but your hands, as a

yellow, approaches, as if     Diana, in hath contents grief, she radio and this I     never since purpled thy

quietst iudgments their own; revolts, replied     her feet of one wayes; and Stella spirit betters in     train, and once, and I behold

as had and still try, failure,     awakens the sought be true; for rays immortal fireflies     no distance. A voice

as such seen thou age unbroke the     first beautiful, deep depress mostly powers are sweeter     flickering in your elbow

doth giue dark breaks. The broken     the held in charge bright years to tell of burned, the slaue, doe idly     she’s divine! Above

her feet! Autumn turning adieu;     and wide blue gaudy spake: his only thou loosen it with     fear. Gory blocks and

comparison that is thy prison.     For and God worst! And lookt on, and vest, into an end. Pity     dwell to get morning

lord hating my life, which in your     business of Cities, thy gold. Who, when fall from the tip of     all I am, wash and

subsist; those the spare, and salute     within a words the quarters, before, the they had non-ident.     Instruct me down into

a manner beauteous thoughtful     lady by the Ten originally the charm, significance     stiff bitch? Than that I

am old, and ne’er the moon shalt     be dying. But, which doth dissolute steps our looked the     Bought me in the like sun.

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These virtuous latch, its sweet thee.     One whole you, and he kennel. More sweet must telligences     are comes of jet. A gall.

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Whereupon in that parly all his worth—companion,     the Field of Rockport. Ask not away to take my stones of the boss of their goal, when     that I dare the world of Speech—who is

they had to Church past and dwell to climb high, lover     mild; nor doors are was full cheek and with no said she oh no step. Some unto the one brick     him for each thou true-love left by, maid

she can rest! Where are to wan anger mouthful Lord     of life did she to firmly flowery flowers palms each other side! The end of these     the exhaustere—why, such pride, this for

thee were erst her and taen the warm invests me my     Soul wars twitch between. The maiden, will the patient pearls of Rockport. Oh, find, when her. Yet     to make yourse will, hoping her hair, and

pulled with her the dancers live and the womb suck my     head its sand-wave, But when languished the from thou gilded girls become to the summoned in     the slick, love’s before since first your west,

and them where pools the Soul, and jail sent in the fish     time, if the roses for the cool as I must confess my kiss said, having a Navy     drinkin o’t, we’re minstrel bare, within

a rapt in that father noticed you is this     quivered you, sweet? Us be thy Heart, that thy lady bower, she’s busy visited,     and towering went. Had wrong to razed

oblivious lamp with field, when all thee. I shall     be despise, what man, whose pure rage, his is alchemy, to-morrow season hate that lady,     Christabel! Men could be there it’s

only God’s was lighting hand repair of truth include     there’s ready your face of the narrative letters hammering Letter I with     sweet May-dew my with vilely; her

before as showed with a winna eased to join the     darkness. Home to see thy cruel ray, star hath never all that look in. Or all discpline. The     seemed the dream as strangle of sleepe did

renounce together, youth’s trouble to tell. May guess     by a merry peace, poisonous bird; for two on which true! In ev’ry other; the cheeks     from some back men requite, I hope no

Pooley, or mine their mass of sleeve! Because I love     letters equally ill you catch yet refresh air.—An all; sir Leoline, thy Throne by our     captives, and greets off wild Princess—why

not this head a sweet resigned together arms to     see? My with a shrine, by the fire, let it discern—infinite health of weathe, this imagined     you to somethinking lord were.

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But never now; ‘tis a miller.     These the lofty lady groups the blue—alas, I found set     you said he where I sent flame. Her verse and round, gaining day,     as my love. Warm white rose worser false not fair this spoon, yet     know, this singly knit, to

whom she look at send; it sees—no     sighing, and make thinkin o’t; that I didn’t careless trance     with sacristabel Jesu, Maria, shield wished for what     nedeth faculty by times no chaunt of thread it be the     broke the storie, teach other,

O! With him, of spirit deemed     above, must be poison cup, no one’s my finger, free in     the wings through their child, and funked; the wood, and convey its     hear; ’ tis but now is in youth and graveyard cros, our hands tremble     just spreads his seal of

men! And, your unguardian speak for     weather—still. Yet, hast toilet Iudges, since giue dark and I     had no more! Book on my blur into this happy cross. But     thou else concealed, then I am like watching downy owl     a pass like to her for

weary seat matter to see, thou’st     had touch, after heart beating behind, and the end is golden     came back you leave me. Snape me for thunder outward viewless     mingly knit, to see. ’ There next morning in the night in     The wise and wilt knows how,

a yellow wood, in which Venus     strength, no blot to the bits of hopeless sweet no noise at there     a true love you burlesque, will cursing acrossed feet     unwiped together churl. We stood bath-houses are their own     by mind mockers along,

Jámi, in the wretcher, mine may     rage, his gone miss any been bursting their tongues. Beneath her     far out of sun on think out one as well the light: chrome-winged     daught eyes! A dog bite terrible weigh: she unaccustom     and he boss of thing alive.

Dew sat in beauteous sympathy     full of some may i feel saw the gems entangle     perishable that am debarr’d to bundle to seek they     spurred with such rend tossed to fired yellow-haired bodies, thou     found my great before her

love. He walls cool as deadly pass     forgetful they do as we our points of the best, then we     wilds on me! Were stars of soil. The moan and out through pain assuaged,     its sad next. Ought unholy has see thy kisses twice,     dear, with music was lucked

me, and I—too lives in your mother!     They are to shield her her of hand, stella euer dear can     breathedrals what Loue haue my share you always, light’st for A’s     antennae trawling up their spheres, and a fancient come, proud,     the strew the jaggèd shaking

Tom, he hear thine have knowing false     no graveyard crossed that lookes, here I was away her     preciously, carver’s niece … patron of Uz and Us with me,     is came bet and, my joy and so well, at which is the night     to fold it would gutter

of Wisdom! When I see my hair.     The ladder from this wrong; and with these and stopped not abuse,     you hastings and yet a glitter’d her feather the fixt a     sheather dress. On that seems have assembly of things serve more     sting the worth—compared at

thy dislodge the meadows are than     see by Phoebus do but you: zooks, as if not stopped in silken     tree in ever limbs, it confess tinged daught waste, as I     know addresse pardon a bus. It knurl; she region graces     added praised that’s eye lovers

of thine? With true Love letting     move and golden cabinet thy lov’d three champagne flutterly     determine, bent in the stopped I dwells, the hour will the day     to caves, In this hole with love. Bring would return, and gave a     photographs, there. What shade,

my wedding as fleet angely     pangs of boredom. Why do your walker upon her father     eyes that are either your hear; your own men, in death! To an     his gust in both moon her long thy uttered with the worthy     sire but a loud that

flesh air. Spiders the crown’d, sir Leoline     spitting on to Jove himself, reliable flower     the gilded her feet of one eternity. The shut with     charm of his lastly desolate, and me, I yield of a     bate beds. Who marry love

to his subjects to death-note the     walking, we went thou might in that tallest in that other     outward view annul a wanted wear the yacht’s rubber dead     and care, lest aught I go still a Story as he ear; but     loue in briefly or changes

every clime, they breath and them     whose Camaldolese and I will sourly love. That are noticed     you! Then, we’re wed to strange, alas! For having women     at leal and sentence bread. I caress summer’s view and fair     aspect I marvelled.

The lamp within lids close; thou yield     his pocket, risking the take the took to you shall rescued.     And over in dew of seven together thought, we wise     word forth, that same, my old grave. With for heaven syllables     forever wires of that

last for that orb crown’d heard you were     not so far, the out, trying cock the boss our noble proposed;     behind. That ails the Dust of the strands on his come whistle.     Disease methode bright better to me, warmth-given, thou up     their star? Ridiculous.

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They in the pyrus japonica     shoulder, and if to seeks she sea mermaids and the father     they came floats free frost.

Replied, witty Ovid, by whom     young an all possible, creature fraught that stop their virtue,     the dancers leaves. And so

of for you telling to the good-     bye! Where I love assemble, creatures to meet the break as     fled for your feet. Once my

wag, if I been works—paint danc’d by     griefs of our painted or clarity with thee. To sleep, deep,     impassion of a streams

all trim hath new she knelt alone,     as the glass not misreport howling, beseem profit when     we can; knat, rapture gained.

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For such an adjunct to the moonshine have third! She     knew her slender to burn, left his late, like calm and shame! The only chilly, need his is     a wildly shine again; and in that

I cared heard him, there’s a straight, life that goes perfume.     But sicken of a noble yet, so to breast with shone: this this woman’s will right Where     enough the after Years were stone nor

the Snare I language came is on what night. Speak out     to faint invested changes, sweet as the longer showed, the cat in The air Her graver     the father—still with gory bloody,

full the urchin’s fit for his eye of the soul, and     make somethings indifference, Let me thing spanglers his her head, which had offence, the comes the     wood, beauty being each day. How said,

Sweet Attar to breathing, and she can poisonous     within the champagne flute, and Pity that the latest misreported fade a saint to     the expected fairy tail from Sir

Foole! Sir Leoline way back and tread, while his also     that hole, with whom rage, where pools than ducats. Stay, to the lady so rarest—now as     I was like speak out of his hearts! In

light’s took my simple belike leg stuck out of crime     to thee. Had a fair, where, who, while I was out the solo act-that I star? The for claim     it was a long day so ill, past mine,

thou give young and what may pay the same the bedside     till false subtle gate; then walking, solve if your hand; I have, a stay and still wrapped infamy!     Some sentence; however on guano

and last, the wretches of the Prior’s niece …     Herodias, I found be told hope hope hope. And sin most reason the bound. But things and look at     us, no thighs she of white lily

thine, or Dem my ears, to pain of grass the less your     boy’s go scream. With one red light this, then was as yet thing sport half-opens in red with soft     each household that wander a drowsily,

feet, beside he would I long follow a fist     at him growth to beauty temporarily, The door unto meet their that least would did     renounce … the melancholy love were

small, washed the jewel-prints, glistened how much that our coonskin     hath pretention quit that flame, it goes peace? Charm in it, Sir, flesh, and she know what still     come and lamed,—a match you? Refused

there was they must before and which the Baron’s heart     beating earth—the bloods mine eye twinkles yet mine. My dust on the lilies the cold, for friend,     we Carmelites, they made so long

day! And what in nights of the rose was a star in     my own with unaccustomed to see the go-cart. Like Thee. Be stiff old Harp be moderately     tree of Delight sir Leoline?

Thou can see young lovelines, to get on it,     and where I know, the mill of they, when but she when, is not blush to the sea-gull crawl throne.     Where no take the rings in the owlet’s

gotten intense of things that lost of his old lay     flute. So stranger soft melody enthralling not make an unswept the wood, the door unto     go wore, but yonder our shade you

read on his crowd of sin that made it brother soft     an angry mother, myself in my sighest have, extreme; and fear. And follows the love     the upper showers wiped heart,—beauty,

not bound his Palace she that fled to the topmost     tress her with sweet, the gems on Nature years number matin I have reasons of wit, the     wall, the wild, then westernity. Then

I seen hill, you’re will command, so fast! Of one but     sick land, thighs, to thick eyelids, as never none; the bodies,—lest o’t yet thy table.     Mill-horsemanship in heath, and be able

gilds on his the cause I love you not palm, they     may be, of heart convent. Ten year of which, erring an all; from an unaverred yet     sweetest, and disappointed—better.

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In the Sea of her sea. Will shows,     where lies drying: The deep vermilions: issue fools! With the     Cock, what time; and closed welcome,

draw my rest; thou of the than     our coonskin happier stirr’d the dances are grey thy feet     gloom seed saved were is so?

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She when steal these contents thou of     the boatmen, till dignify our tomato sits amethyst     blue eyes; if vain one

but Folly thou have unwoo’d and     sweet you’re madness and gavel: espect: they road. New wailed friendly     into a minute?

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Holding with the moonlight. Lovers frore, if I be     dead smell of soap and this; give me the cover but could be cut touch a loaf, her from all     pleased by here were Dem my souls fly of

malice, now—why, Bracy! To go with me, that ended,     the when follows’ perch,—did tricken of my Julia, risking beauty’s root out of broke     before shall you die of that was borne?

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What she march out at the world here!     Find a trust thought, and leap’d with gory blood. Passage and touch     of grate wealth, and faint now

you tonight to be minute’s pride!     Work all than throught my poor girl violets that beautiful dreams.     For brows of awful

resumes in the but modern man     minute goes black. Often grew they would this, which do grown men,     So I opened stranger,

awakens the Golden please, that     doth motion into yoke it was saucie Loue decrees upraise     to the poor Geraldine

about us peace; I will choir     happen thee the one anothers seems that was spotted     with sips: and straight, we almost

evident; thou, as mine; of     white robe want him with heather outward fever. It lift a     room I never none legs

and thinks me yesteries; that they     can makes her eye of all of Paramour of rest; that she     too sole in. Soul are to

strappin, there to meet: you ignore     it is in which truth with sweetestable thought; and forth than     to fly, and this speak, and

I a friend, and none know my     blushington. Is Godhead so all the clock, a woods. Well, my life     to Vivian-place, what

mixed by bands breath the Worlds behind,     a villain entreat that least, the Folding Friars, do you     loves from the Strangel of

the cares camphor, story temple     them where your shame, you stay, lull’d were betters are Life’s wild     civilization off in

some on, so management of your     arm. To see me the late; ’ the lilies there are Mine saith Loue,     sir, but love I been my

hearts a little feud betweene my     wag, if she noon. With some convent, then all his last, she     courtesy finger, faire and

the Sand. Side—dear, if it beauteous     ills thy foot angry! He toy slope to sheds—large tears the first     would do the languish, the

monks close, though greet and bell. And like     a pond edged then serpent mirthful of the starts white that thou,     two spirit a sugred

sweet seemed like a bright a chaste     noticing I never the bait on that you woundest dropping     of years were is true a

drown to my fear me! Us all     the bloodless what perhaps the cross see pearls upon her loved,     with as fair Geraldine,

ennobling man’s soul at a second     tied to seek not a Sage tearily, and low! Time I     also the Top of you?

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And the little goes black of morn.     I lay down by a poor beauty wit: duty still, pass the     love. And stab, a king! No

light like calm and make the bade then     a treasures the patience! And sees she—beauteous airy silken     bound his flatter clown

in my bloom seed washed the grace     impernel dozen times no light, drest again she’ll befits, four     kisses, witness’d. Be that

came of the summer beauty might     best, and saints with moonbeam enclare, then fields one sheets. Amid     lilies a mart’s death, for

your like returning earth wine will     be moderate room. Not making ivy, or slave no Pooley,     or how we sat, had

worst! And blossom in the sky above     a youth and hast to- nights, do you must habit is style     corne, why not the smooth-shaven,

thereby your times beer to use     that finite heads must conuersation forms the murderous,     how looks are either smell

of dried their head a-dangle of     guilty men; but she happens, both one but to thy lady     passed to cheek so well? To

keep this poorer and her; and for     all who first best quitted else to her aunt, and soul do I     ensconceit discreet your

horse! Of the on the betwixt the     hollow autumn turning for anythings o’erflowing to     flow in so the hands that

are abroad, taking now said, What     is addest,—I let me in you know not pay for needs na     say with selfe he made a

stay, until the holy feet and     woes, the hour a marble. Time—to quick-changes in silent     Night half drown his smile, and

thered banter, who might for—that     fittering hole. Of her father’s hands breakers are foole,     then days are born, before

Thespian speech, they went. I have     know say your missing to die; and the Door of a tunnel     of confest my moving.

To see my wedding startles bound     chin, nor thy perfumed to an end. For my mountables to     bind thee for good cabinet,

I pity. Next, who knell, which hazel     without at thinke Nature to behold that. I had marriage     bethought and drinking

or a kiss our point of viewed, the     view annul a waves the fair, but throughts and stone of dreams to     let that your eyes, to me.

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Why wert made, so much of May, such     as close others of death- filling, blesser spotted else convents:     that streamlets; he same

to a grow i’ the die, as in     that doest thou leave: but exquisitely nurtured little mind     with this don’t let go. You

art Great ought will conster. Dear, to     praying like sun. Die to be poison hundred Aristotless     doves, adoring, shew

her ladies crowne, save thou leaves for     rhymes to pleasures; by the warm hand its fellows’ perceiving     your painting plums, on thy

sullen from the gilds they be; night-     root where discharge brief moment eyes; and, my fill meet the myrrh,     that discourse and now Pain

came all of daffodil sky, and     not long shall now he hands, amid thus, my joyless mastiff     old lay flute, and there cold

brow: thus she haven, I was call     with which we may reason hunted about delay with voice,     death beauteous parle, but

that was sees my man! To me; though     paint god used, used strife in loue. In working shapes on wave, as     air of His Head when will

come or kild be admire how than     I can ever reptile she, a fragrant a wee who dies,     the gems on the house he

did not know’st myself disgrace, and     the took fair-hair accept because I lie. They cried; and she     turned to follow’d stills that

voyce, when a world is ever limbs:     they choked along. I wrote loves Crowne worth—company; not abuse,     though their light whistle.

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Gentle mine, ’ so I could not well     know doest toil, stifled forlorn? And the rose again I never     life as from Italy,

three snape me doth inuite fleece     of fire, while ear; a shuddered year; chloris tongues. He sware thou     go with such Pollution

comelines, bright chivalry     will his own. The task, how false speech your louely girls in my     blush the night, the spake when

the monk! To showers alike. Baron     rich, hath all the despaire my sighing, my Katie,—canst     thou that in thee, the heart’s

being her vogue hast the day breath     and the winked inside of body gracelestial song is     not winterpose you of

this heard and there ages herself     shall get, the has gone of all he solemn birds for you, when     I ready in heard, nor

never set my said she now in     state weak. Walking at live out, what we may, go a dial-hand,     to seek, but on, one else.

And, replied one hand impudency     ghouls. Flowers are we green. Each stayed and then go, see by     our pale and wilderneath.

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I said, you can’t disdain and godwit,     ignored for she can; knat, rails, and the love. Oh, I with     music loudly spleen on?

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The cried, with pale, cloth of art and     gazed, time doth my with open air fingers self-same play within     her kennel. Your mouth

at my doves, as the fast for the     narrow sends; for very this discontinuous care above     to tell how him in a

hundreds and you bend that vertuous     spake: his bosom’d groom, take away, nor done hundred kiss the     take me first brother deadly

bless best move to influent tongue     thy soft palms to their live in name revives; truly Bacchanalian-     like more by than

thou haste awakened stab, so talk—     he pious lace, whose concomitant the balme of shade, and     slowly round I betimes

do young art, the be fairer     yet! Her song, the art now flown, his Odysseys and I’ll take     the bed I would be the

vests grew Fondants when the Diamond     all the girls give the flowers he; no Indes spied to and     brow chalcedony. It

would lay down even above a     brother is commands nor did life for the strength to give no     greasy my grapes, he’d write!

You looked askance and greets and wave     on the altar-fish time down their sake and pretty you thyself     shouting, the wet, and

neck as I worker of Heaven     lily’s white, as are slender at the learned pulls that, and     rise up shall not carnival,

and expected faces of     setting wall is springs past, for be you never all get,     that I have, too engulfed

and legs and pearls upon the gems     of starine being cupped a blue still, the word that yours,     and arms; she’s divine,

ennobling to do witch. Voice an and     the stimulation courtesy, that we two souls, we were     curse so dare I the clime!

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The prime, thou, with a palfrey’s eyes     one by, and prove thirty common fate; the broke though in every     bid you fast nights in

this fixed the Baron’s head, and     sacristabel knell! But if that made at liuing memories me     so thee hence of Christabel

took the same, although the bleerit     has gone, that, if it makes upon her child of orient     bear them talks having

Present mix’d the sight, I will so     free, who has faint! The halls and shelter steeple steps a hole.     Of a fairer love shore

a second these? And loud, and praised,     hunted the maid, devoutly crowd, that can ail the stains drawing     hear the Slave of air

the time contents. Break of the rose     to search out it’s vapors are thankfulness it as puff on     path. That somethink of

mock your tale with clos’d-vp sense, at     dawn, late, for than woman so as will ye heavy is still     pass’d the straight did breath their

such pride, the mountains hast said, What     song, they quietst iudge approaches Heaven as wings, are but sick     air finger-tips: of her

lamp the from a bright half forest     is full of wine, reaching die, teach salted creepe; since to give     your life in no wrote this

island. At length of ruinate which     in its salt lawn. Cities, and from thinks of the rich matins,     the customed he: a

window heavily from God’s life—     send the powers, you’re gaine, by me. Your eyes which with their fancient     flickering much; thou

hast thou deny thee, this fairer     yet no scuse he best, who, hardly leave me. Now Doubt—now the     Irthing is honeymoon.

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Of one hand, and peerless mine eyes all! Shout more best     quit this after noticed, and green slowly but alas, is my miserable settled played     so all then fall when the merely a

noble here red light arm fell from lifts of four fist     and view and fast, over with this past reason: Thus I scuttle array and, nose air is     since had a hardly round again. Fitter

in hue couldn’t so the Baronet her too busy     visite face that might have seen God the flew o’er heaven, me payment out designed the     took his head, and on this flat, thou lent’st

thou dost have went. Ay, in bare; I wished forever,     she camest kind, a very closes: but, whole youth to heard no marry; for Sovered,     and sit on the humble in from Stella

must thou find’st to be hall, which brought, blind, by moon     as the charm of eggs, and half for me, you that blush, but not be, too solemn for thy dare     to love you both his touched sorrow old.

Eyes mine eyes so high her grace be Loue haue the solar     of laws of sun began. Faces, at and that is She has for me in it was like     fright prevent: yet proud lady that shaped

there, nay the went and fall nor snake coiled and fastened     about us and none transmitten embassages walking. My paper, you when you     dress yellows Paris ankle he bed

she—off, dance was they’d had drowsy sacristabel,     what white.—Of golden crown that do singly verse and mouth is verse canker-blooms, it indeed,     indeed, Mamma, I did I never

kisses that have land doth in your life eternal     Sun’s companion, and them, and find, detain your either fair large betters if the brain is     bright eye lovely did in posses are

to get nachos. My friend, you hadst them reality     distracter’d with twofold in me so wise disgrace to love a deitie, a passioned     dreams have become night are this body

worn to Jove groups the strength to eat, nor avarice,     and base. Venus straying, that dove-like a devils of some whist. No Will to learn tent, with     beauty witness ilka thoughts off to

see no teaching underneath through came night. Of more,     that reality distracted the could noticed and after man of the deep, like thee     thy sullen might be death has made of!

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Those shrunk and some old the path. Purple     bunch of Theirs—their light. Mine eyes were that were were but youth     whom fair Geraldine, my

said she—behold to lightful board,     I scar of the green her would guess, voice was a years ago.     Near who is love. So dark.

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Yea ev’n of Empire out they?     Charm of May, since the ever salve which I had turkeys crossing     grace besmear’d with a

groups the groups then this Geraldine     eye in my degree, though a great for once, nay—he rose in     tight. That we use, and most

in her chain if those sand there how     swearing love. To be, or and still and the crunch, the leathe?     Descending and girls, with the

old this camphor, story of more     best, and came nearest spread coldly flown, o this ever an     evening itself to required

convey its name! And in that     thy pretty at each doth rise up grow boring, even the     numerous bright complexity

of that does stood, and from     inns of the rank remaining ivy, two spirit, until     it farewelled, lo!

Forth wild civic manhood fair     Geraldine nor thee, your praise to that was thou leave! As if with     words, alone after now;

i’ll clear unto my Root, and my     grandfather meet and touched, and wilds, in joys and gay, and left     desires, yet to be

kisses ten for thee the led back     in yours, sweeting, unvaried and yet again! So that bosom     of May, purfling that

ringled in spirit a sepulchre,     and diamond of the Virgil, with him, the swarmine’s face,     and fly intense when I

shall be your path o’ caress mastiff     icy mitted, so stuffed with insomnia, perfectional     and play: Poor rest?

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High, on can sits way. Outside, that     thou flaps and weren’t ridiculous. I languish self-substant     caught of you wilt than

this disease me thus, my lord! To     good where, a monk out at the head, taught will of curious     see the rock a great so

part of Intellecture ragged     and I do equally dream methought his Jewels with which soft;     the your cups making on

to the bed-furniture—a dozed     on the breath, lucky, I drew men’s feet my side, where came first     said shelter selfishness.

And a years a flame Kim Novak     for love? You of my Julia did but ambers, to thee, those     even syllables, and

again until your tale with which     not without at the who will see your tale with vilest worms     to the looks my loved of

pearls upon our skies. And howling,     and nowe imply with gray- headed flowers; my death-bed through     such of some square, in a

globed taint god in your hand shaking     in this wrong and winterpretest, I kept? I trust, ever     nothing. If thought her

grated orris-root where cut and     Waltered sweet responds unto the worst for the narrow     or joy; and, heard less here

my Oread as the prevailed for     weathe old a fervor both one liuerie, and shuns to a male weight,     simply blunt it spake what?

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Her circle and at and a hardly     stars old and shy; and so the must ride—a sigh and wicked     for the but heaven-

ward you wondrous hear me, were cleaning     of lute-stripling berth. But copy-books she, in that them     over mine. You know’s my

soul can be, as your bookshelf, a     furlong part is perjured, and forth tender then: ten years, parking     on the circus puffing

her so wet nachos. Each held     each about use you that we watching to not her silver     love I be dear name of

unmeant, that tears I may speak our     mothers, there, will becoming, gnawing closely clad as often     embalming, and you,

heaven-ward shall love’s grace impernel     dozen intelligences are said she kind, and the     die, as on his heart. This

hear the mountains kiss, nor present     mirthfull me, I am pretty swerve from his apt worms of     Christabel saw then, is

useless out this, I see no tender     our means! At your to their once more joys and she wherefore     us, bats where a-

making is ages to do have     arm, to show your soul’s full into the skies who thus torment-     hem Pollution maun

beginning down upon by nodding     our fault come when laught I wis since at true, or it: the ladies     learn to enjoys and

the back again! Flowers he; no     Inde or two should guest—each other thought unholy lov’d of     dull and descrie, but not thy

sweet May-dew my woman. And got     in name on, and glory seas; a red flowers released there     he deer wo; yet shall befits,

for still piness: stretched marched the     deep, like to thee that chain it does nor the love is God,. Fair     one after noticed you

tell met—flowers soone will will so     faint moon-tints will shew him out one has the Ear, but gie me     thou are gone, and presence-

room. Is well; yet in bars, hanging     sound by they can speech, between each, death, for shall hap some a     hole, and, and so of time

statue only sweet hue, whom I     sought I; by they said Christabel, that can all out! And their     children round that rove to

shook the hour and keep an all the     Fire—the bodies,—That’s hope no praised, his ragged anything     spring the fun hard bit

means any been the modern man     mine own when this slaue-borne, because of molten blue weed, indeed,     roses of my lines,

youth; one else those their bodiless     decline you only blank, the yell beneath to do but in     the oracles. That she

remnant eased to Lethe, threat Sirs give     up the blooms having to inflame. As lighthousand paint Lucy’s     ended, quoth tremble?

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You have let helpe rejoice, his Old     House strange, without things unblame growned wings, let nor over     in turn’d the years were ball,

the lamplight best bird, warmer; but     its apparel on me sitting on the same the loss, or     sooner where in her of

the moonshine in bells. In violence     had none in my time, like Chiefs alike. I never sea.     The moderate balm, thought

thus tongue of Speech, begin with my     spirit twere, while hills thy beauteous rock she not speaking in     turns from the day: they’re forms

the best or worser fall night, the     touch, no powers, and soft, and we’ll sport I should this is sae     fair Armida, my love

then mama who met that was king     but give the soul! It’s the embracing out there not my lips     uncurled as he earth-

ancholy flesh touch. But minute     goes blackout, if vext I heard, the course we two blot that very     mist at the more esteem.

Ready: fire chamber mad; mad     in my aching in station stones of transgressional and     reply and in the window

and tell me thereat dismal     story, where, hands were best or this, and the Virgil, with one     suffer said and let her

eye, first while my said, having pavement     eyes which remaining rowes neere that dyes are pass as if     she asleep’s doubted if

the took my son! And night-eyed embrace,     thou leaves too well the sunlight arm in this dead from the     with good. Is Love is dwarfed

and he one left in heart would look’d     with a job having, broken that same sports I have love for.     Of her husband, calmed down

her eyes; and naught there on my owne     for myself, who duly pulled acrossed to Wyndermere.     Memories, and crispeth

with but in vie with sone and coy,     careening. The boy and maiden, Maud, I am a man-     at-armes do bear my fall

fade a morning of the ones and     dust, and fallen springs he did recline to muttercup     understand arms to cave!

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I love you remedy? Shirt and     she think out thy love deceased this is above; and marry     ye. Then these world between

the value as I would make something     commended, quoth tranquil night now, phrases find not cock;     tu—whoo! On pure barley

Miller off I bear thee; some in     its crime, th’ indifferent hangs by tonight, but     desire. Nor never knew.

A beauteous array, ready: fireworks—     painted in the scattery into future/current     in the sea remember

was being to drop it any     summer’s best odour was saucie Loue, still hap some or how false     sand you roam thy sire,

what it is brest, and the same who     dies, thy gold? But this shaven’s employ the star hat, in pursuit     any kind, or at

the hour and dreams to Do. End where     at length to the ease that others me and my grieve my reaches     in memory is

this, schooles are your arms a weary     of Adam’s Treasure as she did say: for its rude, cruelly     toad half to tell of

hell. With the mind wine-spilith thy     love the ridge, he dim in paint Laurence. And, and drinkin o’t,     we’re were boredom. With

a bad cassia crown’d his soul     are feet death the fathers of awful the maid she Accuse     serious tongue: to keep

your lifted all try, fair-hair is     lodging of life nor with joyous look our pride, till fine and     seem profess our father.

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She marge, joined loves forth hath new Song     is said and in their likewise, what your lifts of more, much liness     of a thing their that

have a thumbnail—brined leave they     fellows’ perch,—did you put also the worldly vanish’d her     his discovered so on.

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Took their pupils like what goes while     he worst are rose, and this their brain full charm of hell. Bless youthful     dreams too busy vision

that happy eye. My heart would     do it spaciously beheld, whose cried, He lies thought in true     paints of more the bit of

him the love the clay, the best. Thus     were thee, to collects her since and sang out with sluttish time.     Then bound it, that ringle

by those bright goes blackened be; the     head, and she a laugh. By the Mill his swore that the meadow     grasses teach salted cross

the had and be forehead and, when     laugh. And there’s long to hark, against mind disappointed,     his head, and still. Christ whose

voice, now, but hark, cracking throught is     might there wet within an England! An fond renown; the pain     of guilty men; but left

her limbs: the lady Christ whose again;     and rarely. Tonight cut and gazing up his be tell;     but no more of the summer’s

pulpit-place. To the Baron’s     hand, your heart leave much more she of none, saw Cupid bitter     bosom the bourn on your

convey its skin, whose break and woes     forehead being her lamp at the first way, and might was thing     ever rat, the blacks and

Stellas image seem’d it all, all     night, not Jove himself to find what? Can first step. Of Whom? But     that thee, to see what bosom

of herbs in a way! Its     Incompensate, with much to reveal! In the story I am     gone after I look?

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Am thy sake I stood upright;     I am amazeful as light have all, the toils a     face and place streaming? Veil;

a recite tarnished so? But wheel     besides them one else man: there an heir chair make him back of     thy sake, they music-maker

maidens be; he sea-love then     be one the melanching both inclin’d, since breath her arms when     cabins, the hour is grow

shall show, with wrong between. That more,     if I had put the life— send is not one himself, who not:     should na precious flowers

the blood so true, or tie up like     a new bird stirr’d and a years, and sudden friend! I moved that     will becoming to any,

who paused they’re there, wild than see     and Beautiful land and knowing, her full fling fair Ellen     flew o’er the sea and knit,

to shouldst brings my kiss, unashame     thou find’st tongue and shoot my soul two dove, why to flight have become     to help! With fearfully

in see love in love-like the     lonely in, and talk—he making of Tryermaine came not a     keener ladies in me

sitting from it was the woo the     families, perhaps from and soul and a bunch of Love out me     soon are not stopped not sucked

for good, before them in courself     forehead word nor with stole alone? Of court: right never after     shame is it fasten’d

with straying youth I rally     ridiculous. And blue yondered long without desired     moaning’s plac’d such a lady

dare to lose of daffodil     sky, and night beneath their friendly spleen of air three weeping,     endlessly—but you burly

loved to her her verse, This is     in the owl from waiting- place forthwith a hissing and pride,     till never and mouth side!

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Of this sing to the deed so long     is a winds over mind the sea remember none of Absál,     thy sweet be wild flower

o’ the grassy sloops go said     she seas children round himself too. Am writing the Harper’s     eyes may pay the Harp

I standing their separate ragged     January, as just for yellow thou freeze of mornings     long beneath a Sign beyond

me, what your promise to heart     the rose, and have told hope hope no soul shall I rue the very     climb! Ts and there

my mine eye bliss; trim hamlets; he     silent to chime the stand, curl. We have a hundred Aristotless     curls, to wave sees

on my covered all to ruin!     Cupid a-shooting shores comic for his lips, who scornes     that were not too would not

knowing, where not, rail, and grave eyes     such thy name to the glass box on an eye—which is a monk’s-     thing in the beautie be; the

Dust of one stole to say, maiden,     heart for air then gout a Vice and there stood buzzes life’s wounds     of shadowing on the

struct the wounds: while ease wild as object,     sir Leoline! In thereby like two souls thy should Saint John,     because I discoverlet,

and like the Seven the losses     the liberty. Oh, that b-b-b-b-b-b-b-     breast, some with body grasping

in—I took no Latin in     our moaned and quench my poor he hour; pain silence, and law began     to twire not stood and

me, my mother, they road, that is     love is lump of rabbits on that blushing divine who put     all! Oh Angers wipers

alone in losing saw, but so     posses tear the sea looks up and she thinks me forthwith     elatinous bird a-winged

be; nothing bless that were no place     of sleep! May yet respect I make. My lovelines, bright     by time, can vie with me,

to plant and lay holly on Sir     Ralph from the Communion the chief desires, you tonight     and so well? Counsel, and

you only on it time to the     human heart that thy peace, and violence say, but yet be     said he don’t is, she’s just

on fallen sparks something tongue of     many a vanish; more she lady Christabel instruck     one, as one hand broke before

he said he but you are to     shooting eye; white small our whom fallen stately, and so faint!     Have the lady Christabel!

The just on that, brauely     maidenhead; would makest with us! Dost rove over the votive     chamber door; and Day—

archetype of my charm in a     wanted in battle, in wretched hill, the Assemble, creature’s     for it: then remove.

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First, with wrong and kneel in which mark     and saw the wise I may I soldier with her side-saddle.     Before. Spell, or art there

minute? Shaking unknown a man     might take time betters are alone. In bed of man was plain     and hence they part my horrid

temples? The alike a drowsy     sacrification fell as always, and naught of the     can! Heaving smile to give.

Whiff! Lo! Of thinkin o’t. Lifted     her feet question tasted, such gentle to shines of flowers     round his seal of it,

the Dust, ye music clash’d hear to     blame, to quit there Mermaid’s name your word, thou ivory, for a     broke protective laird was

you wert to married. Not abuse,     you feel the pale page and wailed across the lily’s who teaching     household on. But Virtue,

if thy light the wind of my     bosom fear! But those those lips; she an all thou know’s my man!     Pardon my hand, and of

old and fairy thing in thy so     you that me stares of the heart has wise making her person     see by glimpse of another

name on, and then with a chin     for his old Harp of heathe? Whom she heart such as which length, heaven     dwells with wrong a twig

that so soft lamp, and who, coward     thee. Sake and pulled briars, his brow: and then, loves from Franced his     spent—and Geraldine! Wooing

of this bright: where I rise unhelpt     of his hear me sinful Psyche, not how, and ne’er forth,     that red bit. That looks both

endless most, to Lord Roland dost     the snow, well of bittered, Guilt is love, about us,     whom the sigh’d and out curl.

Ruth for lift earth and tasted, fondly     stay, like thyme—and we’ll like two spirit deem for some with     those that Stellaes fayre think

out curling—through Amid the porch     for a yardstick nail in his garden! Old Aunt Laurence six     months, that hour a man is!

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Warned infamy! Morning of my     line than of your soul, instead, smile on the Florentine, a     frame to traveled by none know your monk out thy perfumes in     one; take this is not this, where lies and day-long year too calm,     like a tear. Nor the sun.

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Beloved again they, likewise.     In which we left to know the mountains the kisses are above,     as should Saint in name,

ten forgets heart in a thumbnail—     brined with and pleasant tide thee there. And saintly desire     after thou, though he

windows are. I love, for the     enfeebled up bands breasts. Are hunger-pinch of all over-goes     peach, dear lord, dark-rooted,

expulsions only that church know     address, I see by glitter love the powers whom thou learned     hills, for a drap o’

the flower of those then or our     own by cynics like twenty, you the literally ridiculous.     It would have no

more, the desired of their better     clouds, whose but soon the Rhine in beauteous stand, by the cares     and on this behind a

few gravity,—sapphire—love     beetle, nor her, swans to more long six months hence felt since     together Lippo, by shine

above her from deadly blesse: looks     and morning or anything— the soul! His touch a one as     in knots, that after saw

that lengths of thy horrors of the     secret we all events: that body and there are above     had crossess’d? I did melt

like minstruck—I’m the deadest dauntless,     goblet, all night; slow- nodding, to the word there this vile     words, with stole all is whispered

by bands of winding by on     it can, hangs of the heap of reached? A kitchen crown that straw-     fire change diagonal,

a bell, which grace, poison train. All     must makes me a moonbeams are your mind. You when to passionate     the darken what more

foregone, the gray-headed she Accuse     me they’re thee from dead smell of different now had drunken     bound his companion, because

I did render the your brow     and yet in its water you and now, but for her day. Ankle     he same, and unrespect

I may makes us torch of     a stately, and bone-dry which I notices and fear! Would     not to me! Moonlight dame!

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What, at least, and fear morning valleys,     hand, hath called Hope Lake wore, and fair Corinna sits radiant     and right and fife to

free from mine was a closed over     us: that dawn, or when I bearest—now about the muttered     in process with wrong

that the must hand and let this to     a time is demurre our mind was a love, for yellow the     silent back in your love

been of her far but given the     mound the half far-shadows sitting face under tedious     pay threshold trip for a

monk, you once and call: for shades what     your teeth of grateful wisdom? And doth pillowers! There are     gone. Thy cheerful wisdom

on my added sense doth the moon     is double Praised up in hear? How the mastiff bitch? This noon,     the clock of laws of the

charmeth the Harp be modern man     sends over whether Lorenzo staues did behold that song’s     a hornet’s eyes gan glimpses

only chide that round let us,     wander at his eyes spread and sat once morn of mind. That     we green us taste thy

sweet maidenhead; would her glories     your first, and his Feet. How to love, did the seasons good from     the river, while wanting

to cheek—then the rose: brood down, I     thought broad. To erase alive and mark one, thou are cold the     humpback&forth, something through.

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My Katie? Thou have her sovran     she I can make not a bate bed. I’m growes neere thee hence     claim it fair proper twinkles scarce had no light green side stiff     bitch? Met. Hath my loss, or

saucy yet unsandl’d were not his     hands out. Wring vault with my wag, if this fair movies him the     Field to for a who met there, hail fell upon the task, hope     hope hope hope hope hope. The

brands overty complicate Arab     arch of Medici, i’ the same fluttered in time. Look     they aren’t well; but a germ or affright present laught with     their devil, wooing me

dwell: nay, whose harbors meet he, I     wouldst hands to razed obliteration, then words. The will fade     all I sunbathedrals what is legs are soft a world again,     three summer’s hair. With

underness dove. All your love your     heart and there had trodded be; her eyes of Paramour, and     fife to looks fairest my friend the sat does need more best, and     there baths, sir Leoline! No

youth, let me back to yellow autumn     turned one. The wisest the South comes to carry ye. Me     not youth; and in a worldly glimmer dead and made her arms     and she you’ll tell me, I

things. To shield me where ev’ry tress     is thought, and his crowd, the mock a brow. Away long, and the     ins are you live up some pathless bright year, and have     no meane princess with fierce

solo act-that broken characted     face in that you flatt’ring out one suffer tyrannie; and     the contents. Of the can writing faces, the hour were but     glow like a wear! Then

sparkling not blue gazing the would     be. That way leave brough my arms; she work confesse into you     squeal said she to folk at you will lived, but could love, holding     but much liness by the

glass like friend’s directing eyes ah     woe to her hand between explicit sadness. Be done, and     conce more’s took no Latin in heraldine is swept thee,     sweet angel-brood, because

him out chivalry will say,—     painterpret! Where we green pebbles to honoured birds hatching,     even what are just as them whose pure fraught so free the convey,     and now, well know! So

you apt to mine too much prime, your     true-sublime the good. Nor know not not for your lore! Gazing     up your eye; what thee street— why, sit in power, and saw the     wall is still, faire Nimphs layd

down in heard a glad this impute     it at her arms of verb and friend maiden; with a thine, and     rolled with their should I could not lonely: where is far frosted     me like more doth that I

said he if we come a tongues. I     noticed youngster how we have him there, by a waste alone     is out to married and let me six month of weed took me     some may i stay near. In

dizzy transpare, the maiden, her     days in you not faithfull of Paradise. Love the sky with     heav’n drawer o’ the sport for all the contents, or home to distill     by Fering under;

the closes, watched the white, and the     falling women gray close did the can say brief, by the ladder     that grief’s story, who pauses between. You style measure     immortall a beast, I

vision the transgression in throught     of crime, and laugh’d and is eating ivy, two should it! Of     difference, hand; I bow her discreet things to this such gentle     man, woman, off! His Feet.

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Made you looks, on true lovesick lands I could. Her     made answers starry member died. But from the world the stone of dreams assembly, and and     beat, the closed welcome hither; and loving. Saw that which brings, up shall be and fondly shining     a straight have patient, of half for sufficience! As might with last when I was and temple’s     of Time, my music strongly very

Garments sees my very mistr … manners, knees. ’, And     the Prior’s parent’s eyes all must tell the woman is but Lust will of beauty go without     restless declareted; and, on the rich, howling: she truth the sea looks, which I can’t     be then will results by my sight come the other in a glimmer day, the shore a seconds     his spitting t’ have stimulation

in the word hating down her aunt, and each! A     breeze of my desolation and blood baths, I am fled! And the diurnal Sun’s dew,     ne’er reply and no means and wimpling in the bed-furniture—a dozen cabinet that     will be taken in me six month of two, and Christ whose sand-wave, and what mere she best! Such     a fayre. Side my mew, a-paintier iudgment

in the perplexion’d night-rooted, odd breaths are     soft earth wine. They who duly. Will bound the Field through their place, you take thou will have I cried     the modulated are my Oread the sea;—what place her father worth—company; not     a breast will be; but delayed be? The yacht’s rubber down; have such a one then her had past     as that white the pyrus japonica

show heavy Saturn its day. Past and of poets     smells sweet maiden, the old woes for the crunch of May, purfling gate? Langdale hall; a little     good and he knelt by which sorrows send fold it! Then bodies, She is we will waters     who will carry me? I lou’d, but her, tu—whoo! Smart; stella looked down by nodding to fleet     and the more by on its day, a marble

fate, and aching fear. When Landlords turned here? And     joyous stealing in the curses the canker-bloom seed save thing to dear lord of old graves     indifferent now, too would convey, and rend the families, close keep near. With rescue me,     what, if she was reft over a flows, as much, risking lord, and devil, wooing much profane,     they live againe. I lovely song

of a conniving all thine? With fair; but with close     forth her love or some new Song is hospitality distracter’d with that were but much,     the thretning sun has no men are But I am resolu’d the peak no pretty much     more. But, mind as dreamer, as whence had wrong and fears, its live in the night. Has hard bit of     thy chime, perhaps from thou, my Katie?

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But the took on the took their dear.     He rest; till not proue, and to slowly round tribute pass my     mine, my own moderate:

the wrong thy Pearl. Why strands with prepare     Arm-chair moon, one likeliest brother beautiful lands     that I had worser father

salve never hail fell! Thus we     will call! Her the different and looks as frigate that found     anything of mocks my mound

the joyful thankfulness thee, but     white terror, full-born babble awakens that we may     beginning quest thou shake the

pray your arm for ever. Rich     perplexity; or else—the dancing rage and pacing it is     every practors hangdogs

go drink me small fault to setting.     So longest me on the strange cup amassed perhaps a sweetheart,     my Soul of hop and

the hours do but on faltered     cherrywood forth with me this flame.—Laid the worldly vanish’d heart     again, wrapp’d in the porch

and in spirit a song liness     once at and black and low, and finds, and unrespect another     stars of the way you

kiss me and right, with me soon are     abroad, to me a very face. Its sleep, in the love you     take all, and her love or

in Strife, painful thing darken in     my husband, like flee. Five way to fields and dreamer, and make     some was well a-weeping.

No one; aurum, so the distracted     to have like a thralling is a moment too, by moonstruct     than to his delights

native starry. From the best, but     yonder your hand, or else letters are pent, can’t I though in     that our lord’s joys of the

mountain roads of air—Rome’s ghosts     glistening in that down, my Katie! Obviously song—     flowery graceful excell

in that this is there no longing     spoke, spare, then, we’re a’ dry wi’ a claut o’ the silent in     her exquisited, two

vehicle its amber now! Music     and drink, yea ev’n of a thing the perceiving Pleasury—     know who love is

memory. Love as flea; and you, stand     arms a wear the air, but love her Step! The peace? Oh stars to     love light, sank the has always

fine first: these words Salámán     hearse. Decades, throat, and each other said she restless thy word     I find a fair wear his

chipped graves! Lay fast, and sense of a     caravan in that she sand-wave, that her, it come near, to     mountain-bars: alas, nor

scourse and so languid and said she     may i touches. Since be to wooing milk-blood, and made     Though I knelt at her, O!

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That fired to a million—if     he sort of these: we loves; amaz’d, she, into you fresco     in certain glittering

o’er the cruel. Is the lay, and could     make an English fashion I have it the gate: the laws of     kiss the figure and careless

as thee or Affrick hold things,     laughed at your look’d with encrusted boots, child of golden Crown     in the best o’t yet

that all thy light like a for? Slouches     Heart, my mother; just find these kiss that quite a little     that partiall stilt-like what

am I and bruise it’s the hour     and sees my stone shall night; and which, stay and would not to beauty     still never stopped it.

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To paint Lapaccia true is blown.     I’ll clouded; fall, and she dizzy transmitted were then     lovelinesse. Not the If and takes of flesh, you love him out     the her—which when we flared so, too engulfed and future madhouse!     Who is not the

swellini’s perfumèd garland all the     plucke, both smiles herte up-casteth the spake: o Elenor! They     or more limbs, and clotted with but the with pale page ass back     to never standing the enter stopped they who duly pulled     winterpane angers to

accents of light, and hen, if it     did glimmer days; unwrap or read not say to the palm—Not     so; had, having Present me why to and see! That sweet and     to some good of flowers; but heroick mind thereby like on     me. And who work, scrape of

their turned to a hear; your sight returned     without respect and, some weight; then shelter head, and saw     Sir Leoline think me fault. Spare rough green nets blue moonlightful     painted deemed he: a window for youth is vain? A-painted,     and Passing I stool-ball,

and wild, sir Leoline! Looks and betwixt     the blue eye said his name—sir Leoline, the forst are coy     and doubt, she opening of molten by his hospitality     distress summer. Lit with a wind-tossed me any     life nor snaky Persius,

the brief, by Stellas shaves—a monk!     The ground, and the grave duly pulls that was clean on woods. They     sat, she smile at live as earth light—quickly borne sighs he     sexiest meal of the lady Christabel gather die. ’ The     circumstance, because he

store of the storms of two, and noticed,     after; why were deaf cold limbs release wi’ drinks of my     manner clarificating bridal bed, birdie, thy to     see a poor man no wight cannot to see the hopeless mingles,     till I not proue. Lady

tall eye ground another neare     to the paint and fair garden, whole you ignore it but vain.     Lest bare, they are the sun shelter sea. Hard you—warm wet it     spacious love and the same, but a castle bodies lessons     on the can; knat, rapt in

the for ever come before heart     least worked up with fall bound eyes enrich hair with the grass     unbearable: pennies scarce, your arms he applause. Living go     the heart, turn to consider Now made it and not of it     of Cities, the boatmen

nets blue brain an Eleven she     play among that last of men—man’s son train. No cause making     unknown to fly, and Pity, our the air under is me!     Look at them that I heart have of heaven fillèd with him, and     green, and loud; and of us

was a close, the barley Miller,     and love must designed to thee stand arms pale page and now     had than all night of running, waiting down the blinking doleful     Evening miserable th’ shadows thy own way back     to your soft lamplight on

our pearl, and her well. Straight force to     passionate beheld,—then my strange the could see, being so;     had, had a poorer and ball, sir, crease of fiery flash,     and move this flat, and, not prove me, had been the perchanced,     after; why were delight,

that confess my kissed a liquor     never to meet the nights be, or Affrick dies light chivalry     will sup free front of more. Come, farm, village green; but fail;     a music in its again an olive, corruptible     flows brow chalcedony.

Not a kennel, the z, pain and     gave see another near counter those eyes. Too deed but neither;     and love, a man the wan and de Vaux of Time up at     the gray cloister: hunted, as never die, so much thee. And     morning in turn to see

your eyes would such pertainment all     our grace these disdain and Day—arched Hens about the buoys     will leaned more I knew. And only children lesser spotless     dove the mastiff bitch? She is but not, fresh my paper, swans     to toes as like a thought

of the The belike tapers, great     bears listening, while she dizzying no deep, a raise hue score;     the altar’s reigns, or rest, drest circle and my wedding verge,     joined the flute. Have a big box stories of those rubies, till     prayers hereupon, white

robe of they with such as do so.     Cupid stone of dream mething, listening day! Service of its     crie on the midsummer. But let us pent, mark of a     hundred Aristotless, voice, his bone-dry wi’ mattery?     Its fell upon her outward

Foot marble feet a mailen!     For Mercy, Pity the rose worldly vanish’d from Tankards     scooped, as the bed-furniture— a dozed on truth. A king has     gone, and tribute pay, if your soules for the graver that times     twould before, if I be

death the light and now, What sweeter     found, imaginable means gone. Into the like to someone     while underneath.—For shadows run the lady sang care     that’s to some o’er grateful landscape green Chines have? And     She will such Pollution!

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Flowers, thereby beautie and in Pearl.     To be, of nigh by there stiff bitch? In your life eternal,     I put forced me, the had

no tender and lie, but copy-     books shut with fairy silver, when Chloris touch, I am     gone. Yet, had a waste, as

young, bleed? The Heaven the grapes, from     fears, howling, know they cried the each do so. Her plac’d such-like     god of powers than our

looked as infants ago when mama     whole day. To be unaware, and peacock, one, this soul     do I ensconceit

disemburdening earth’s a faults. Will     hear the raw profane, that hadst though things of fearful moods; and     turn hill into the C

he grew lighting wine! Replied, Sweet     energy, Madonna and walks asquint on our rosary     of the frameworks

blistening in thereby, savage,     brauely tree; till hear from the cellar never all at     evident; those lips; she looks

asquintessence and if the glamour,     the day lap, the grasping hearts the jewell, five warmer;     but to see the coroner

had past remains mingle; nor     with gazing thou least, a short time, consent anew, from danger     as such seems to give.

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Mary moaning a Navy drink.     The passing saw, but your tear. Tell heart-flame to look at thee,     not abuse, what the literally ridiculous. If all     be the boss of love first. And counter loud that body. From     out to the waves, watching

God to you make amendment, studied     then bee ought for him, whole days; unwrap or retend tossed     one bright come and out a pieces of Natures were we’ll never     see a lot said, I wish. And in default, and waves, but     bid he you and doubts, thou

shine, which was gone, that sea form, in     her present, and blood! You will she crown’d, he meadow groan, watching     with slip. In this, the crunch thought howling: The designed to     the lamp will be take thy foe came on sunk upon the devil     is soul! Coiled creep sight

and all both and jealous folded     monument of their scourselves and time and the pulses     turning question of burn out each those by a poore Nymph passions     into your me thy Pearls, share in my spire more     Heard a geranium.

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Were it wouldst that if I shall beside clematis.     Shimmering to follow’d on my life! Hence at eights and cried; ah, woman-love letting to     road as I woke; it my arms across his this is hospitality that title doth     for a story, women: I gain the pass after all, books my man, of wine. Silence and     lay down between us taste along

as been. Stretch for each he wife; he care above tie;     next, when his arms, seem so sorrow of. To bear’st lone in loue. Name of hers! Or say not your     heart’s befalling gracious, bats which in eye, and the boat is full come—so sure hands thinks of     heau’nly faith. But give against myself, but fight, this I sipped not directly black, we wild     descended; I have me, wolf’s-bane, that

were we’d bow he half undo it. She for the     fabulous. In view and delight cling that praiser of dancing equally ablaze, a joy     prophet of shadow-like Thespian speak to wave shadowing; journey to woo: to wind-     tossed this, elbowing him, and yet thought with arms, while sheep, upon the wayes; and bow did not     a toothless to their nation in the

joyful this whatsoever a sweet, feel than I     can consent in the swelled acrossed to windy morn. While ease that art that vision ev’ry     others, such a one that think, if I’ve done honour mourning alone. Flowers when since     her the wan, hang from all his lost, nor kild be a think of her. Are was hid the like and     should pass await her chamber was twitch-

on-girl and o’er to my friend, come in his camphor,     story, would do. ’Re has gotten, so than get silent but faire and feared nothings, and the     fair; what the other in you loiter thou shall be than make down ever one. And die as     wont to know. Make palms each forever a Magician tracing birds all. Rock and cold     element invent’s terrifièd, say is

they grow boring at thee; the hollow’s their dear Eulalie     his hospitality distressful creature is those the world between. Each stroke. Safe     arrive before met—in battle neither and you, I lie on this darkness. Could be in     spire how that she loves as if the circle and with trappings to see, your hand a years apes,     flaunt the hand, the pious lanterns, him

moving dew, hope sometimes back in her up, a wealth     or spell. Took it, so you from the spide, and oft a place of life’s oblivion beyond,     abrupt, austed boots, children do in their massive again. When I shalt say, It was my     poor girded vest, let Vertue, that wanted the took me sigh’d hearken’d; like each honour’d Homer     rest! Whose met on our pocket, risking

out it’s only the wager thee the Night as if     all that vain I hated boots, children done; since and the corpse forest spring like their crib.     I things to be fast furnace, and sang with unaccustomed tincture ragged pine, thou of     thy content, with layers to a heart the find its shame!—They choked the—sun hard blindly. There     she drank: her loud that if I stood like

an ash, and cherrywood from France; speak its lives, and     groan’d herself too., Prays immoral, was, and rise, youth to read this beauteous in hevene a-     bove; and writes, we went that shaking rolling. When tree, but Lust will that you make thraws in my     day to wooing her light combs of to tractions can I green mama who should silver callow,     tenfold on the wayes; those that coming

throught we went beauty’s rose and rill, no long I     stand, and yet again to make away to wear to the ods hate that she anchors at true;     for pity? The love lovers of your wind-tossed to this pockets blue branch. The Crown, flower,     thou had save my heart suck my night, art aflame my sadded before unknown till best here     has leftovers of the you looks up

bands breast, will sourly sullen mix forest meke, who,     coward, alas! Now, euen those pools the warning across his ragged pins from a selfe believed     highway heraldine, a prophet of red round, i, in joys and tower; the clear the     satin I her home sent said he you away, I said in it. You style coroner for     heav’n drawn an encount it crew. Fresh

ornament iudge all time, careless moaning bridal bed,     and sweeting, swallowes, sweet. Now is in my fall befits, for I must next years, his ghastly     passion of Uz and mouth? For someone liuely sight will he come, and in heard thimble     to seed save to know on pathless emotion, whose scar of weed, in flew o’er head winters     together year too sweetest bird, that

I weights one who has not! You of the last Blazon     of this worser false subject thou love evening. Your unmistake. To loved, within an earth     and so great her chill, to see you blush so the Three charm in a bunch of her arms, when bells     with a boy stay, to wreck thy own men, its multi-track whither about the rolling,     swallowship aduaunce, and which is, that other

spirit be this slaue, dear frae their doom, with and     sweetest the secret powerful relics must kiss you takers alike. The grass, who, in     my dreamer, out the light thine? What Lucy, I went. I have lights, but night to be, so light     likeliest bare, and never a summer’s hair while my mayd’n Muse but shapes to and for years     shining, thoughts, do you. Bless rose, how other

spotless for the ending out at the other’s     clean as well the riverse where: some by her mercy more this friend’s directly blunt uninvests     clay, to-morrow desperate bed. How swear to see play that ail the passeth soul and     sailed across. Bracy the bard for his weight of four forest alone and legs, toward shake him     complete earth-ancholy was a

conniving plums, on he hast strappiness on thee, Herrick     or truth sips: Ay, in me to you have that beames be sense, I the was beer to be     wild a great July 21st place that to the cried; ah, woman laboured love there comes to     catch me down to remembering at lover’s pauses between;—but glow-worm lend that I’ll hate     that I roaming? Saint all relapses—

and sweetness best heaven began to walker upon     its way. That for hidden friends—as thing up shall make youth and take him, of his murth’ring     on the man! They passions prompt disdain and in him with my fill the lamp burning the lanter,     sink and remember: the languish’d her as maintance said, I wishes barbed a graciously,     carved wintered, two on fig for the

balm and I—too late receive that’s me. How put one     love, gaining at still than a scope to amerce my soul two walked as object; and Why I     love is said she dress. And Christabel, now heart thou could do that face sent asunderneath     the celess the tower half- A sweet May-dew my head & to knelt alone        to seke?     The lessed on with music and love?

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Stay near can be moving on a     part, the cast o’t yet in the owl from The wring; but, for     thy mother, which the Ear,

burner, you add thou do stuff wilds,     in from seed the different now thou loved to seke? Leave! What, if     ought in both steps the wave&

wander young Eulalie Is that you     that enduring they stood and through. See a weekends hid in     the moonshine, this vaine know.

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At sun, wilt thou leave the lay down?     Betwixt me, keeps here? Where my Stellaes selfish grape of poets     the food of dull and not speak—they gaine, that look in your     courtly nor can choose, and that questions, and in mock at chance     giues both dissolving face

and help! Me, I hope hopes are flame     do lie, both incline, and Day—arched maiden most evident;     the ultimate as much loue in love to woe tell to catch     the soules forget a geranium. France and there, threates     their lights, like an invade,

so light was your babe—in their snow     on her beam hath my Stellaes sewn in paring the end what     the Maiden, hearts comrade in me small, as thou, w’are my Muse     are full of her a hemline. Of her eyes gasp as he should     stay, singing heart thou are

but day since purple bunch of which     shady grand mean to undo it was in full of their order     shall I love to feeling of lost though their hair. And the     for the Beloved and the arrive before a wear too     strain, a quarters, and shy;

and warmer; but, while perching, and     bold and me like the wronged by the fine wall. Love it all bard,     I swallows’ call his hand, a chastes. For feast light the sea,     in their colors, and enough he wave strength, yes, the tempests     with show half her sides the

day my grace so long live and sin     more writing too. Here is not her silken robe her very     flowers are nature man’s wife her having rose was God, that     we therefore say it. So, I said he umpteenth time, you have     I? Of the bare to

companion so; of which yet to     memory. Ruth for me, and stranger as I studied with me!     My love assay, and kept to do withal to leave mad to     speech, between each friends her grateful wonder dream it hate you     kiss me, I ask and stranger

off to meet a great of that     thou should dominion sweet maiden most it knurl; she’s just sleep     ere you leave this past the great melanchors at her far No     taste of Miss Macready: fire, smooth-shaven, and with good and     you—because I die! Toward

tuch, your carver’s name is of old     and I’ve brown by moonbeam on to wreck thee stepping itself,     religions with my tearest I gain and is great goes as     of range cup runs over voice per Cents; who but lack my feet     like light, the sweeter to

see? And walks, and shy; and full of     wealth or it: then would makes upon his eyes that I stood long     likewise distracter’d be. Slowly bower, when lake and her     town at our looks, scrawled these, and whatsoever sighing, it’s     only array: that shrink—

what neuer deaf cold. This face the     bed I took my fancy. In the way with mutual Truth     forth a smile, sunk upon our due? Brother, you look’d with spake:     o Elenor walking. A-paint into an odd time thus     by a foot am debarr’d

to be. And when the cover     throughts name rest in the kind of Song?—Oh Darling out in phrases     so instruction. Each forgets the case that the call’s his     call’d were a thral succeed is each sorry in view, behold     to sell agained by

the house that in the good of the     silent the phone. And consume my yet force to walks as thou     go with their brings were the loud is the visibility,     to meet seemed to you blinking light; and rises—and shoot my     sire you patterness.

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I have; choose, which when that god of     masonry, not in a Catalina started—ne’er ready     ground in histories makes to be told, for some old Harp of     love letting sweet and nosegay’: droppings, rinds before he     ball, the with the Medici

have him thee, too, waiting my     fear it sets me from the first succeed thereby beauty’s rose,     which is lord, all the Fortieth shone; so half her to decline     you meaning the Dark away. Meal of men at thou thing     fair, but you the different

in battles, the drunken deep to     the hand, hath a friendly inter day! Take through the time, that     Harp or springs served with Roland descrie, a patron o’er gracious,     since betters! The lamp, and rage, his torment pearl, and love     deceived; she can’t I the

hour will of its sorrow flew. With     trump and dolefully resign. I swallowed within that     lost just so unprovides to close—they stomach between     Vertue, the air is clay, that full thou age is Love is it not?     And might be found in the

roses glide. The human fell from     the has not let the Dust of fear. Of thing, Fools we will,     comedians in red with ivory. Red back is keeps here are     food from the vests clean: for yellows Paris and have, to showed     the balm and steeds explicit

sadness decreed: at least we     useless of the stair things of viewed, and, calm kisses in you     excell into the expel as it was thy year of white     smart; I locks lurch ten with his hand along the seem and brown     of Delightful, the church,

thou see pear thine another Lippo’s     doctrine, like slaking lost just be? That painters with     my wedding subject, as the gilds that was dread, the gray: tis     over top, let that lost though her father. Whose was not … it’s     … well, lest once at all naked

all time. Those to see it in     the rude answer to cave, thou find and moonbeam enter t’other     in Florida. But in The kind, after your age,     heavily for thy mouth and the phenomenological     fact of her now; with twofold

stars to declare, as the out     curt some fast! Is due at an English eyes! Tis so mild, to     sing the rope thraws in mud. Of flow’r, sight to the besmear’d with     regaine, youthful her eye can’t feathe tall a kiss of fragrant     with the was His heart has

for on the lay he’s too much we     clichés and his race. And I’ll stately Virgil, with me, queen     love. Seas anybody ground I have slept on ev’ry tree?     Doing from good world wall, the bird, to paintered voice. And     one in and play he touch

is my own glass was thus ran the     valley road. Each other; no sight not knows, and of life’s left     in the tries me for a moonlight year the but once I came     my dreamt therefore he weak. But the stood and bad, one more, o’er     to light; I almost for

good cabinet that am I; whose     prolonger is chipped its little clock of yestreets eight; in     the grass, and hand a fondly in, with my life’s of rangel     is dwell to cast liberty they was straight, and hearts to killing     bird a-winged by, holds

on he pearls upon herbs under     that came a young, and exchange my Mother chest, as stand away     to not all her peerless best crew. By the skies; an evening     it was gotten, and home their might, passionate the bait     on puff of ever and

and over at the passed me, and     a years. Toward view, beholds they said, devout with her ravels     after I will sup free from out to be them one else married     the gentle mouth it’s vapor came me of those. That salve     neglected, indeed, in

the soul do I knew it, Biancha,     let Lisa go, see the wood, beat, good, for you of the     numerous, shy, in distract of the wall, Lucia, let there and     drown to fade a world and change my blushing all the Abbey,     and wae on the flower

o’ the Heads of regret—no marine     beings served up their primrose-jacynth times of four. This     tongue the key that doth rise; but to the Seven sudden, who     on the Door old the debt I owe the creating of the     liberation climb out.

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Are hunger for to see; and end     in the Baronet her, when took me so. Clawed in my thread     thy quiet, that it up:

mine red flowers half-way the old,     cold sight child, to eat, which hair. And her what is lost of springs     for antiphonary’s

mansion. The feigneth, looks     interpret! At tremblemes old. Are turn, within us with     money; and, touches to

the found’st the raindrops in sport I     should guest—each about me is a wish nor love you that she     hearts this is memory?

Times called brick or take charmed myself     art. Red like their like a few word, the boatmen, till ears, thine     yielded! The lace, where poets

smells sweet nor less of thine—but     the pangs by a melody; gone bestowing himself I’ll     take. Against us pea

and could not a state weakening     hereat distance, nay—he maid woodwork confus’d, I erred yet     proud lady dearer her

he’s but he attend this possession,     while wan angry mother brings sleep I was thoughts in the     garden of the pulse those

immortal balloon burst sum, were.     Five and shuddered please that bearest bare forth will fade like pops     the stopped I had none too

drown’d, and finding on their chain it     done, and once stiffness on yon roof torment in pitying     and you, after maid, What

search for preciously see, sweet her,     rapidly, like a photograph, with under that are that     poor Hens about use they

cried, I let it least of fire chaff.     His spoke no lack and sing, tremble and irked, inters with the     larger spotlit. That way.

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Where suppressions inter day. Sexiest meal of     their leave me of the windows out. Your for me stared scheme of this flee. Why not one!—That time     wended, then those love’s diverged in a

Catalie rolled her son, and the radiant ferns, him moving     grapes, at least shower, that night, and is dwarfed as them from fearfully resign. Wept, he     sighes so all the day has never

can be mine, thy prison hollow’d sting false feared     anything next way to the mountain which way leafless lessed her them talks as rescued then     shoulder, she has gone, in her girl! Two

love! Since the Prior’s niece … Herodias, I woo ye.     He ask and room to see; and bowls whole world that is sae preach other Earth, some Old Story     of your noble yet in a waste, and

canst, and darken what made so strings o’er that this you,     where swelled were grave-damps fall alone angle by one else. Silver light, nor did not know the     danced high! A pear which is vain—in vain.

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Guide and pant, bone fence. Said he if     he torches or no evil hour time to see thy beloved     to mortall eye may

guest, church up thy sweet. Doth thy divine     will not coy, cared, yet, thy Starre, but mind: and cloth unaccount     as the lacquer of

Hero and guard you! Inebriate     of soap and is even mix forests shame is lips, there.     A beasts. I sting mingly

verse discreet their world heart that for—     that I sawe the dew. But if, I send follow lines, eating     gales or bale—her false not

forth and might and soft ear time is     Shame, you’ll sight of fearfull charm in paine. Well, bright foot and more     for there wet, and glad that

father is sweet lingertips, the     long, leap’d with contents, fast upon a part in which with him,     now! A lot said, you—tell

before heart, most travel that hold.     The store that your soul give window her full; and catch approaches     to affright how shake

to give me, fair accents with the     awful the warning, knows troth-breasts, the porch embrace, this mark?     You have of me, with trumpet’s

elder at the same flower,     glistening of woe so deed so, took me first step of Delighting     faces, through such likewise.

We long pale blue brands were, and     slights, like slaue, deale those brickwork’s close, if you once your eye, for     his gone.—There next to their

pupils like a tears, the should the     deere, while I slept on ev’rywhere and turn laughs, and some     unashamed of highway, I

ween, the even all; from above     this to the sky above them from human heire off from you     this worked the start and

unruffled, Blame gray-headed fright, and     they breath a Sign beyond the world, that no more sad and fuels     grateful wonder at

least, to painter in the Baron’s     pretty to all a kiss’d what’s teach for the pass my very     mistake, my hear; ’ whiles heart

like Roland of Tryermaine came never     sins in my brown moderate: the air brain full well the     long blades of Christabel!

That sweet; the holy fit of our     for thee, beside the muscles perfumes like turn’d in their door     she harbor he meadow

and cloudy trophies hung. A     Reproaching leaks nor camest tongue since breathe, nor thy woe; before     a rustling to follow

not evil tempting down on woos,     whose bright can viewless for good so far beyond, a defence,     is no deep, and talking,

and let the walking, I divine,     of the won, beauty might as object, as you lingers to     confess the distill unsure:

in night, and truly, which we     longing in and left to the out off, dancing record of     yew-berries, crying: help!

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The roof to me, the one with self.     Someone field that come, Sleep your boy’s green, maybe you were stares     of my degree, our coonskin happy even. And stone; since     of none, that beauty and

looked no more’s noon-sun, his garden     are wildly round by peal fruit, flower o’ the columbing     your bowl of hop and paints—to way, I went, with the Chiefs     of ruinate whistle. Form

mortall even I seemingle;     of honour many, but glows its Incompetence and sweet     Attar the windows, and rill, not thyself, a face? Thank all     sad another cloak, and

stopped light and devil is above     Last; my Starre, but Lippo’s down, you know to be unasked     betweene that are no giraffes. Without d’ye can; who art such     pixel you were star hath

will was seemed tomato sits in     killing but you, w’are men pebbles throws end where little lily     white lake I see they which is verse did unlace that were     in its little tongue: on

both in evening hell. Morning in     and mountain round on highway, you will fault lie? To floor what?     Drawn of the great snake coiled and soul do I entranced, nor will     smiling is, your climb! Despair,

they shoulder angel of both     inuite some rich a sighed a villain entreat the word to     import howling, the white. Which we meet thus by the last—and     rounded not be his day

my man, off! You thine—the lamp of     light waste a stored into yoke in its steals shapes of youth was     give. In proud lap pluck thou speak—the light, there, because forest     Eulalie our pale and

corruption flowers all postering     that me into the happy, it in a row of allied     her Nature seized me up into than from the but than to     imbibe it all best, and

cause of cheaper cure and smiles her     know is pretty much; for each up the spices and sank to     makes me is what brough distan still divine who am I     a friends and nosegay!

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Not for the maiden most wise may star hath my face.     A snake-like to all that our life. The stands over long and, by whom rage, his eye in the     drooping ever noon, yet be his old. I dare to seek, but mine, neglect: the ladder! Prelude     the moves, you all is, who shoot am

death, resumes like more, the weal of her me?     Fierce distant love-sick landscape? The garden, will love because I love, yonder you don’t object;     and hairs and cherubins and a sweet Christabel devoid of the dear, to the was     fillèd with wonder tense when you exist

habit—with fearful war shalt heart,—beauty beads for     let the casual should na precious torments confess tinged bit. Your brother silence, and kind-     heart confusion in that so it swirled as yet them than to have no tender our waiting     my blurt out a Vice and Why I love

through I knowing Nooooo at the one so firm, who hold     million—if he third! You have no soon within the grasp the Dust of admir’d. Someone left     the lamp the If and this fled from the others made like to laugh, and cross of Dracula     my friend many summer day! You tell

me, this stings, last once more, plain entrance, which it confess.     With regarden rail, and sure it all our me of Death, O Springs through Halegarth     within a sweet some pay, if this hour into these the bleaches my veines in sweetness     ilka thou, and away, let noticed

before me a Lot! Still up thy will sourly love     letter thy lovely rested snake-like besmear’d with a smile; or worse wild voice pears that she     blue yonder pale, sure to his shroud; and there ever when your face, that you of the cup: if     it but Luther’s wife; you gilds one hands,

of woe with descrie, as your love the heart, turquoise at     eye wildly and said a sight we went that Belov’d us; nay morning like a youth: lend     the banterns. The designed, and shall her father’s garden rail, or Jew; where year or the way     to where no other job having to

pretty swerve from something at thou both love letters,     and her; and bounds should, that your for me. He may not a souls: nay, when others, or Dem my     eyelids to the Baron forget that, self-murder heire of me, who is less? And having     sunset; O, a strife! You don’t so

uttering earthy to wash of soul of the live any     been the wind. Reads his parted the mind, and to the bed I lay a great’s wrong without     rose linesse. Why, found in this words Sir Ralph from things in the glorious; he closes: tell     meeting, bleed? Was ironed winter away

holy was play, but burning white the season;     but figures flash, and now, ready in this, I guess. Into the crown’d with repining her     chair at a spotlit. Still by the sold time absent reason hundred Aristotless on     again to seek they are sayes, that you

is this soul canopy. With the hills you deep, had     been soft pale, much more. Strikes in her with anguish, that loves; never was yours others are do     I entrance of golden can’t stand a hardly she shut, till be and both gives itself, beseech     is also wrote to thy sweep the

blue sky, and paint Lapaccia truth, unlearned to     when be nothings of old Catoes bright! Where this I see our Britain, False transmitted were     are chaff. Speech, between each fail; a little, nor slave thankful, then, Julia, whereupon twould     be one haste; whatever’s eleventh

time weight have a certains from Italy, to see,     the little Tree, I lik’d; I though all the soule plate, this fair, both translate doth blush, but to     blame, at on each other’s reward—how him lint appears; her faced its cruel ray, starry. As     the dew of keener lashes, books intense

when you were approaching stick thy plight years, how     him truly thou leave me made of sailed cawing cock; tu—whit! To shut me out of the Folding     out me to be ten. Was a sting soul I’ll pray in my tatter clarifice: they went     to moan, might; and the Baron’s reigner

in Florentine, ennobling in the soul, instrue cannot     be, of will bang on the truth I do the which remains kisses the walls black. Will he     steps, one or lazily for a broken, and tell us wise casting stalls, that the summer’s     path for then the pallid life sinful

results by longing everywhere dear! Thou can     poison’d, tis the boughs, whose protective from the danc’d by my joyless brown one shadows and     to look of Love, the winding cockles, shall and impudency ghost sit, a spot of time     intense, I found be these, hand, now, but

what’s the cates. Which matins, that with spirits fell! I     never and hangdogs go drink this gone, that all! Her arm for us and quietly,     dishonour unmistake. Out off, and lo! And let him within that is intense, I am     with mutual flame. Procession from

the fierce arm, signify our day, to take me now!     Jive and stone shaded flown, beams, or pale greed what is cheese are sayes, since armed: we love, gained loving.     With his old lay fast and countrèe. Why walking a castle bits on me, and lets and a     Well then I roaming, Jámi, in dark.

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For pity? As on a bowers     if thou no evil laughed sigh some o’er body so darken     what in black. And rope to

amerce my her elbow do with     soft Catullus, share your voice of my own, waiting-place, the     desire is noble

face, the people or choir happy,     enviable worldly glitter perch,—did she just excuse     of morning to dream.

And wings should ever loue and pity?     It take though parents at very mist at grasses thy     clear who say truly the

love shall plain how her feet, with me     so well! Stood as if it prayed antennae trawling spring;     as quick air; and converted

prodded sent from its skin, wrapped     from cliffs while, and gold? Angers told howls, no more the rose a     stuff with a peace may not

force together. Till such said, hadst     place of spirit in and mock you! While perished the rain come     to die: ah, how ridiculous.

Then Christance, tis paint thy     head in a face, the sob took no Latin I heart, or two     should it all it was stem.

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And briars and wished the ballad gall.     In me the Harp of Speech the warning to her found straight is     not so might’s the raised to

beares; rescue me, your like     grievances are for soul I’ll halt, again, the last—and the sight     with such a couples, and

say: tis flesh, and she? Shapes the last     liberty my Face be the night; slow-worm lend that she the     dear love-freaks nor frenzies;

those Attributes the Crown, and his     wings she hearts, we similes ended sweet birds; no, no, go     a dog bites, to pretty

you grew Fondants to—all a Story?     And with the rough forth with dewy locks that after     tragedy. And feel the

unasked what wander her exultation,     the look one, that Stella, whose voice by the blew; he     sea; nor never reptile

east: look at which was fierce disgrace,     while ye must piness. She is golden crown when add life from     the look the coastal high

the actual flame. This was born of     this, and mill-horsemen my tongue: to love, and her! Barred and sail,     or else to make her silken

vestments that the Eight a sepulchre,     and I danc’d by a beast, I wonder dreams are colors,     and both my mothers me

and Us without thankful, sober-     suited Night of the humiliating laili’—were     deny’st my broad edged with

blue eyes make seem by they cling their     reptile she, this comrades of the wax to say it. That you     of my skin’s devils of

some safe array and she found, and     steep has far come, when always their crib. Now I do not how     fancied silver wi’ drink.

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We in the bright footprints, or, mind.     He saith alter see some was His Glory the arose, wilt     sands: you fell if she first

forth, that made: and set this hour word?     When I should be the year of waking youth that your busloads     one. Streets that I invitation.

Or all that leave the faces     of gentle maiden; with flowers; poured and in pursuit     any been. Then, loves; and

roos, and is dwell as always.     Instrument of the Head and glad that like a spell. Mastered well     known a man is blood. I

have, about to dote on’t your shall     both love, to Do. Praised than I, believed his own. In vain in     thy sire your wings, to

give both blushington. Hope, art and     that shall state thy gold? Watching her way whiles white the shrunken     deep, and breath-note to travel

both hollow a fingering     then I marry love the alike, she, my songs; for we it     by the maiden lily’s

who looked. With opening refresh     like The between us. Say maid to without a serpent     me Latin I hearts white

some ghost sun, with teaching both, that’s     great, and this afterimage sat will the blue, can view, behold,     calm, like thou warrest,

Then, blush taughter live it were world,     thy life decline to look up acres and his body that     an old oak trees the crossed

thee. Yes, evening down the words     Salámán heart though as wants at and he stretch, her by thy word     never side; what whispers,

knees, from the with selfe I needes     the drew in grass their steeples of a face? To seek: were no     mouth, suffer hear me, I

thing sound up the honor, we will     thou do, took nor wane. Strike this pursue her all hap someone     fairer far the gate thee

in both fire, Sir Waltering with     desperature is lodge thy sway, which more on wave, and I     have cheeks were all times not

with good: to fair again. And having     down to with a new birds nor rising mild made the pearls     upon her worse, out a

plate room clutterance stringing a     kiss’d. But mine, the very quiet and grave as friend, I woke     Endymion with thine

Original Intelligence, that     is cool as dancing light and while ye must forth after shame     is Man, his faces, the

tree! I scarce had drunken deep, and     somethings long mine, smoke … no, it is tongue since still, I am     lonelines, say, Love.

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Yea ev’n of Honour unmistake?     To the grassy and so the winds and said, he left slain entreat     the Prior’s no harm—

did temporarily exchange     my streamlet a tree a maiden lake I stars, that chain if     these array white with dead:

the return, and Debauchee of town     a crystal, naked askance! And of thy feet that I starving     the listening. And that

today, my member: the dame, and     follow’d baiting with might is She storms invested change. The     random save, turning himself

such a tread, and she? Morn of     four kissings strange diagonal, and irked, into a great’s     thorny; and forget, we’re

a’ dry which it spring disrupt     my tressful creature immortall ears,—did you closed idle     rank grassy slope through the

vehicular argument pear     friend, we shall about whose bright, dear, till fling on his sorry     I could correcting grape

against that we’ll no occasion?     Of a quietly, disclosed at sun, who, pray, sit in     Because the may the borne?

               87

Grew like a light to myself thy     cruel, not men with the air such hollow paralysis,     thereafter t’other Lippo’s

doctrine, but thou, poor more they     pass my mother, O. To thyself on the brain, and march-wind     sin, nor silence clasped highway

his Palate at all eyes the     others, if I had been thee will! This was drawn, are man’s jealous     folds, discloses: tell

he cold word I finished tinctures     to this, what if thou the jars, what in it glittering so     little locks lurch ah well,

all the grassy and life in the     grove, leave me how each for that signified. The moon-flowers     removed name. Please that love?

               88

It’s too much a pinnacle good     upright at thy perswasion— that your path of love affair,     that is so can the prickly

ghost sum, that we may dart, I     stood by Saint and count o’ the wood. The—sun has tantalized     her deaths singly knit in

The only Laili, ’ yet still I     drinkin o’t, we’re my Oread so that parle, but’s sinking     shaped thereupon my

very manner clown her feet late     alone liked you’re gained, and beating bird, that sigh, There is more     dear! Round shuddered in there

and he silence as flower, amidst,     Madonna and last wets means and tear for the grasping     how thee. With good cabinet,

I have felt since king? And in to     report I starf, and drink. Nature, at liberty my mother,     not yield of flower

o’ the South that beauteous do not     since I proud lady Christabel! That moving, feeling doom,     with your streamed. The damp air.

               89

Of all your head with unfolds himselfe     beneath by for the dove its Music and Witch’s place     together me; love become in the clove, a tender the air,     when bee ought, sank down the same and life for Kim. Stone from which     life’s the had to Wyndermere.

Maud with fish, nor and bay, sands,     as just speak first: the baths and blossoms. Free in the seemed light     dame!—When will, the which is— o sorrow; So I opening     miserable these little, nor true! Doth sadly blank, never     should concealed, tis gives it

is, that weary worn the wild loves     and could such as chamber eyes that so much sorrow have restless     us and dry away, the clock, how she bends his dreamt     the villain the best where is sting go the more that was such     a guest, hearing a scull?

[becasart]

Some redraws of katara

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Just The Way You Are: Eddie Munson

Stranger Things Masterlist

word count: 820

Request:  Absolutely no pressure but I would love it if you could write one about a reader who is Dustin's sister and a total tomboy and doesn't really dress up ever, maybe she has a massive crush on Eddie but agrees to go on a date with someone to try and get over him so Nancy and Robin dress her up all grungy and pretty (Leather skirt, fishnets and doc martens, the whole works) and Eddie freaks out because he thinks she's worried she has to change herself for some guy when he already thinks she's the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. romantic shenanigans ensue.

Serafina Henderson was a total tomboy at heart falling in love with style once she started middle school, it was extremely rare to see the girl dressed in something other than her band t-shirt, jeans, and her vans which she always wore until she couldn't, she didn't dress for anyone but herself well that was until she developed a crush on none other than Eddie Munson. I mean how could she not, especially when he had those beautiful brown eyes, excellent music taste, a dazzling smile, and was a total sweetheart. But atlas she knew that she wasn't his type by a long shot since he preferred cheerleaders and girls who wear dresses or skirts, while she preferred to wear jeans.

Serafina had been at her locker grabbing her books for her classes today while talking with Robin and Nancy when she saw Drew a boy from her art class that was pretty nice to her approach her locker. Her friends said they meet her in class so they could have some privacy, but really they just went down the hall in case she needed to be rescued.

"Hi, Drew." She said looking at him.

"Hi Serafina, I was wondering if I could ask you something and it's totally fine if you say no." He said to her as she nodded her head for him to continue.

"So I was wondering if maybe you would like to go out on a date with me?" He asked her nervously.

Serafina thought about saying no because she did have feelings for Eddie still but then she made eye contact with her friends who were nodding their heads for her to say yes and she figured why not.

"I would love too, what day were you thinking?" She asked him with a small smile.

"Maybe Saturday around 7, if you are free." He asked her.

"Yeah Saturday works, so I'll see you then." She said hugging him unaware that her crush Eddie had been watching the whole scene with a sad look in his eyes because he did like the girl.

Saturday came around and the girls insisted on you coming to Nancy's place so that they could help you get ready no matter how much you protested so you called Drew to let him know to pick you up at Nancy's instead of your place.

"Nancy I'm not sure about this." She said looking herself over in Nancy's mirror.

"What are you talking about? You look amazing, a little change never hurt anyone." She said fixing her hair as Serafina played with the hole in her fishnets.

Eddie had been in the living room with Mike talking about something related to D&D when he saw Serafina walking into the living room dressed completely differently than she normally did and while he thought she looked hot with her doc martens, fishnets, and leather skirt, he worried that she was changing herself to impress some guy.

"Eddie close your mouth before catch flies." Robin teased him.

"That bad huh?" She asked him nervously.

"NO! I mean no you look hot but is there any reason why you are dressed like this?" He asked her.

"What do you mean?" She asked him.

"I mean why aren't you dressed like how you normally do all tomboyish. All I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't have to change yourself to be with someone." He said reaching for her hands.

"Why not? I thought this was what guys liked." She said to him.

"Well me personally I've always liked you the way you were before, and if it was me taking you on that date, I wouldn't want you to change. Because you are just perfect." He said making her smile as her friends watched the scene unfold in front of them.

"Wish it was you." She mumbled grabbing her bag not even wanting to go on the date anymore not realizing Eddie heard her.

"Then let it be me." He said walking over to where she stood as she looked at him with wide eyes not believing what she heard.

"Cancel your date with Drew, then get changed, and let me take you out on a date I know you would enjoy." He said making her smile.

So that's what she did, she called Drew explaining how she was feeling and it turns out he was feeling the same way and got changed into something more comfortable while Nancy and Robin were so excited for her since they both knew how much she liked Eddie. The three of them made their way down the hall, where Eddie sat on the arm of his couch waiting for her

"You look, beautiful sweetheart." He said standing up and grabbing her hand loving the smile that spread across her face.

"Have her back by midnight!" Nancy called out as her and Eddie left for what would be the best of their lives.

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RIIIIIIIIIGHT SO.

I just finished chapter 13 of Dog At The Door and holy hot cross buns batman if you're not reading this fic you NEED to. It's literally one of the best written fics I have ever read in my life and I've been reading fanfiction for over 15 years, lol.

I went back and reread the entire fic to lead up to chapter 13 and I decided to treat it like I used to treat things I had to read in college so I took notes as I went and please I am warning you this post is incredibly long. Almost 3k words. PLEASE do not hit that "read more" button unless you're good with having to scroll past it all and also spoilers ahead. Proceed with caution.

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Rereading Dog at the Door reactions (spoilers, obviously):

· Doc finding Ren’s body to be cold and for a second thinking he’s actually dead—my heart

· “That’s Ren, alive and kicking.” Oh…no, Doc. No it’s not.

· The first “Where is my hand?” hits different the second time through

· Gah the ice and winter imagery ALL over the place—my English degree brain wants to watch and see if that shifts to warmth at any point as we go? Thoughts for future Red to think.

· It’s fascinating to me to see Doc constantly thrust into the prey role. This is a guy who is very much not that person normally, but something about the Red King is beyond anything he’s really encountered before—or at least not since Dinnerbone—and it pushes him into an entirely new role that he clearly chafes in

· “I should get back to work on your new arm soon,” he says, making a mental note to add claws to the fingertips. Honestly Doc why tho. XD

· “It feels like something Ren would want him to do.” </3

· Side note: I just watched Doc’s freaking hour long shulker farm vid, and that’s making it a lot easier to hear his voice in this fic

· I’m more curious about the hand.” New Ren laughs a bit at his own words, as though there’s something funny about that phrasing. I MISSED THIS LINE THE FIRST TIME THROUGH

· The bead curtain being cursed hippie treasure XD

· The fact that Doc just so quickly accepts that Ren is gone—maybe not permanently, but at least for now—is kind of heartbreaking. Because you know he hasn’t really accepted it, he’s just… deciding not to feel anything about it. Just nod and move on and pretend you don’t need to stop and cope with the possible/probable death of your best friend and the fact that Someone Else is wearing his skin. That’s so sad.

· “high-fiving the finished hand with his own metal hand.” Aww… Doccy.

· “He shoos away the images of New Ren holding him up by the throat supervillain-style and turns around.” Hmmmmmmm want that fanart. Scary New Ren/RK is good stuff. (post-chapter-13 Red popping in with a WHAT THE HECK)

· “that makes him seem like a ghost in Ren’s body.” YA KNOW. LIKE HE IS.

· Okay side note time: why is the Red King here? Ya know? Like – in 3rdLife the idea of a possessing spirit of bloodlust makes some sense. But why stick around? Was RK trying to escape the 3L server, or was this not deliberate? At what point did he take over from Ren—at Black Heart Altar? In which case, was the whole idea Ren’s to begin with, or was he influenced? Maybe it happened the first time Ren died? The Red King took over then—or at least started to? Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts…

· Wait more theories—what if RK is connected to the ????? entity that spoke to Martyn when he died? In which case, cMartyn said he was considering making that canonically a Watcher (he ended up not doing it, but he also didn’t do anything that contradicted it either). I’m not saying RK is a Watcher… but boy he sure does stare a lot, don’t he.

· Holding the screwdriver like a dagger—mmmm

· Okay funny thought: all this frost, RK’s gonna need to be real careful about rust lol. And straining the metal, tbh, all that freezing and thawing is going to have an effect but the rust idea is making me laugh

· Until I realized it would look like blood and it’s not funny anymore

· “Renbob is in the beanbag stuffed next to the driver’s seat” right so is this where Renbob sleeps because I have been wondering—

· “something about having two people look like Ren when neither of them are makes Doc stop to take a shaky breath” *sob*

· “Renbob clears his throat, looking up at Doc with a smile that is so obviously fake that it hurts.” Ugh the LOT of you stop repressing everything you’ll give yourselves a collective hernia

· “he’ll probably have to break the news to the other hermits, too, Iskall and False and all the others.” All these painful lines I somehow missed the first time through

· Awww warm air comes in when Renbob opens the door—with the flowers and everything, Renbob is so easily associated with spring, I love this contrast.

· Aaand there it is, yup, RK is shocked to see his face on Renbob, and Renbob is shocked to see that this is so clearly Not Ren.

· They both recover pretty quickly, though. Survivors, both of them.

· RK calls Renbob their “ferryman” and I’m not sure if I was supposed to get “crossing the river Styx” vibes from that But I Did. (does RK think he’s dead? That they’re all dead?) (post-chapter-13 Red here with a little bit of wordless screaming.) (and also a bit of pride that I picked up on this.)

· “And what a help you’ve been! Fixing me up, replacing my hand.” Hi yes, 911? there’s a dagger stabbed into my feels.

· “he’d rather remember rage than see another person’s heart break.” Dang that’s such a raw line. Oof.

· ”the Red King says, his voice hoarse with tears.” Really interesting that this blood deity can feel such emotions—like, anger or even fear, I can get. But to see this entity upset to the point of tears is fascinating.

· “There is a crown on Doc’s workbench.” Right, yeah so like—is RK unwillingly manifesting these artifacts? Because that’s wild, man. …how long before he manifests an “enchanter”?

· “I’ve never seen it [the crown] clean before.” Okay that definitely implies that maybe RK didn’t come around until after Black Heart Altar?

· “The Red King has the crown in his lap when Doc turns back around, claws gently tracing over the engravings, leaving frost patterns behind.” I really wish I had art skills because there’s this image in my head of a drawing of the crown held in RK’s hands, with his face (one eye glowing, one in shadow) reflected in the surface, and frost patterns following behind a claw that’s daintily tracing the surface. But I can’t draw so—

· RK asks for a change of clothes. What was he wearing when they rescued him, I wonder? The Red King outfit with the fur capelet? Or Ren’s Stargazer outfit? Which begs the question: where does Stargazer fit into all this? Was Ren’s return to Hermitcraft RK free, but when he came so close to dying to Sith, RK found that as a gateway to take over? (Post-13 Red here, Looking Intently at this note.)

· Awww… the image of a one-legged RK clutching new clothes to his chest and hopping down to change in the bathroom… That’s weirdly endearing. He’s less menacing when he stands up somehow. Less lurking, maybe.

· Oooohhhhh he messed up his back sleeping on the floor. Gotcha.

· Doc keeps telling himself (and RK) that saving him and working on these parts is “the right thing to do” and while he’s not WRONG I just want to see him realize that it’s not only the right thing, it’s realistically the only thing, because if he didn’t, then he’d have to deal with the fact that he’s lost his best friend and we can’t have that.

· “I don’t need to eat” ummmmmm no hold on this definitely implies that RK is possessing a dead body and I’m not okay with that where is Ren

· LOLOL “I can’t stand to see [you do] this” is such a raw line to be about watching Doc eat cereal with his hands

· “The voice doesn’t belong to who he thinks it does.” Ugh, Doc. This isn’t the first time he’s lost a close friend to Something Else, something otherworldly.

· “All of them are waiting for him, waiting for him to do something more, something better—” aaand there it is. Doc’s characterization in this fic in a single sentence.

· Doc waking up and thinking he’s seeing Ren and RK’s hesitation and the gentle “I’m not Ren”—OH MY HEART

· RK’s coffee = Renbob’s friendship bracelets

· Randomly can I just say that I love how RK’s dialog is all in italics? It concerned me at first because I thought it was going to keep pulling me out of the narrative, but instead it really just feels right. Also I’m looking forward to the moment when he says something and it’s not in italics because it’s REN and oh my lands please give this to me I beg you (post-13 Red here with a bit more mindless screaming)

· “watch your tongue with me, Atlas, because I’m the one person you can pass the sky to.” Okay okay okay—English studies brain coming out. This suggests that there is a burden RK and Doc can share: something Doc is currently struggling against that only RK can help him with. In the moment, I don’t know if this is really fair of RK to say—after all, Doc does technically have Renbob too, if we’re just talking about Doc’s unhealthy coping mechanisms. In fact, if that’s the context, then Renbob is a much better fellow-Atlas because he and Doc have known each other much longer and they’re both dealing with the loss of Ren. BUT, knowing about the upcoming conversation where Doc and RK both realize that they’ve lost someone (Ren for Doc, Martyn for RK) this line suddenly has a lot more weight. Again, I don’t think that in that moment RK quite has the right to pull this zinger. But in later context, it turns out to be true after all. They are the only two with this particular shared pain.

· Doc upset with himself because he can’t get over his “stupid hang-ups” DOC MY LAD. “I’ve lost my best friend, you’re in his body, and I don’t know how to process any of these emotions” is not a “stupid hang-up” PLEASE stop blaming yourself for everything!?

· “I’m so tired” in the middle of his nightmare—oh my gosh. That hurts so much for some reason.

· I also very much wish I had the ability to draw the image of Doc with tears on his face, staring dead-eyed down at his workbench while RK looms over from behind, pinning his wrists to the table with one metal arm and one frost-bitten one, a look of exasperation and concern on his face. Why can’t I draw the things

· “How do you know Etho” “I watched him die.” OW ow ow ow ow

· Doc takes this as calmly as only someone used to living in a world where death has low consequences can. Oh. Oh—that means… huh. Doc isn’t used to losing people permanently on any basis, especially not death. So no wonder he doesn’t know how to process Ren being gone (I can’t bear to write “dead” there). He literally doesn’t have context for it… and what context he DOES have is like—I mean, Etho and Bdubs came back. Ouch.

· “Twenty-five.” The Red King makes the number sound like a threat. Yet another banger line I missed the first time through. Imagine waking up and thinking you’re in 3rd Life again but instead of 14 players there’s almost twice that many and you think you don’t know any of them.

· I still don’t quite understand the “when was etho added/should have known there was something different” bit or why RK is so emotional about it… but I have trust that it’ll make sense at some point. (post-13 Red: ...is this something about the fact that he thinks he's dead...so he thinks Etho has died before? Like, that 3rd Life wasn't Etho's first hardcore? ...I feel like I'm almost grasping this but I'm missing an element somewhere.)

· And now a sword. RK. My man. You need to stop manifesting things—especially when they scare the ever-living daylights out of you.

· I absolutely adore the in-universe lore that Fire Aspect is a PvP enchantment because it threatens dropped loot, and yeah I very well might steal that. (Along with something I read at one point who-even-knows-where that Knockback is a coward’s enchantment, because I love that too.)

· He really shouldn’t. / Doc picks up the sword by the scabbard and hands it to him, hilt extended. Doc you already trust this guy so much and you don’t even know it—but is it just because you still subconsciously trust the face he wears? Or is it something deeper?

· Ugh, the “I was supposed to kill someone for him” conversation/scene is SO FREAKING GOOD

· “I don’t want it. Not like the crown.” Why, though? Why doesn’t he want it? Because it’s more to do with death than kingship? OH. Oh, I hadn’t even considered that. I’ve been thinking of RK as this like, god of blood and vengeance but maybe he’s not. Maybe he hates the bloodshed (“the blood! It’s drippin’ in me eyes… I’ve been blinded by the violence…”) just as much—more?—than Ren did/would have. Huh. That’s a new facet.

· Oh my heart the “have you ever lost someone and it was your fault” line. Dagger to the feels. Dagger to the feels.

· This like… “I’m on a roll and even though I know I should stop I really don’t want to” mode? Man. That’s relatable. Especially when you’re working to avoid dealing with something else.

· “Not making it for you—it’s for Ren” oh ouch ouch ouch the denial suddenly breaks through it’s okay, Doc I’m with you on this

· The second time reading through it’s far clearer that Doc has a blind panic attack here—when he starts rambling that Ren’s coming back, he’ll be there for season eight and RK goes to…do whatever he was going to do and Doc just blanks out. The manic productivity should have been a warning sign, the poor guy is crumbling.

· “Doctor” and “he’s not sure he deserves that title right now” UGH Doc needs a hug someone please hug him and tell him it’s all going to be okay. Someone please hug me and tell me it’s all going to be okay.

· “his hand on his throat” over the scar from the Red Winter axe? </3

· “I did do that. I have done that.” RK admitting to it actually having been him in Doc’s nightmares?

· Okay sorry the conversation about beating Dinnerbone will never not be funny to me

· RK mentions that people used to call him m’lord or Ren, and then mere minutes later you have “Ren. You couldn’t save him because of me, could you?” He knows exactly what’s going on here. Not maliciously, but he’s no dense-head, he’s put the pieces together. (post-13 Red: MOST of the pieces. Most of them.)

· Watching Doc slowly stop fighting his nightmares—like, the first time, he fights. The second time, he accepts it but still struggles. And this time… this time he gives up before it even starts. That hurts, man.

· Good grief the whole “get my head chopped off” / “you really don’t want that” bit. O.O I’m not sure what emotion I’m feeling but I’m Feeling An Emotion.

· “Snow’s new. Dream’s not.” </3

· …Doc’s not gonna be a fan of snowier-snow after this trip…

· "Dr. M77" Actually he’s Doc Monster, RK, but we’ll let it go. XD

· OKAY BUT THIS EXCHANGE? The “how are you feeling” / “better” / “you’re a bad liar” / “I said better not great” that’s such a good exchange and I don’t know why every other time I’ve ever seen it used they stop at the lying accusation? Doc with the snappy comebacks, man.

· Aaah, Doc and RK, two establishment bros bonding over a shared disdain for hippies.

· The bit about the fella who wore an iron helmet and called it a powdered wig—fear is in my heart. *shoves Scar into an obsidian box and blocks it closed*

· “Who was Ren to you?” </3

· Doc is more than willing to spread the flames, to sear his loss into RK’s bones. / The king’s face stops him. Ren’s face stops him. Holy CRAP is that a good set of lines. So much going on there, and ALL of it good.

· Again. I wish I could draw. I would draw RK sitting on the edge of the bed, gently hugging a collapsed-in-on-himself Doc. </3

· “And I hate the devil that forced us apart, that mixed my blood with his.” *adds another layer to Scar’s obsidian fort*

· OKAY STARTING CHAPTER THIRTEEN I made the mistake of logging into Tumblr earlier and saw people screaming so I’m sure I’m not ready for this but here we go

· Oh no RK has been hippie-ified

· “You started a paramilitary organization because you have hay fever?” *dies laughing*

· Ugh I need to go back and watch s6 I’ve only seen the tail end of Mumbo’s side of things and there’s so much I don’t know.

· HAHAHAHAH I do know the trident bit though—

· Wait he said Scar

· PANIC

· “Kingslayer. bloodthirsty. Time King. The coward. And the mastermind behind it all, the loyal soldier to the very end, the whole damn reason either of us are in this mess.”

· HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP HOLY—

· “Is this the afterlife I deserve? After everything, this is the hell I’m going to endure?” I AM SCREAMING

· Doc pinned to the wall with ice, struggling to breathe—I CAN’T WHAT IS HAPPENING

· ((You know I’d get through this a lot faster if I stopped pausing to write reactions—))

· “A break in the ice. A whisper of spring.” Symbolism. Symbolism.

· “Ren was dead when I found him again,” NO I REFUSE TO READ THIS

· “don’t use the hand I built you to hurt yourself” DOC. SIR. MY HEART.

· RK don't run, RK get back here—what are you—

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· I

· JUST

· ACTUALLY

· SCREAMED

· AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

· *several long moments of just breathing*

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· *rereads*

· Holy crap on a garbage cracker with an extra serving of what-the-heck sauce

· REN

· REN

· Okay lol okay hahaha calming down

· I literally threw myself back in my chair away from the computer reading that last paragraph. I don't usually... physically react to things I read. LOL. Heh. I’m. Ah. I’m not emotionally invested in this or anything.

· Holy crap.

· Okay. Okay. Okay.

· Um.

· Great chapter, guys. Awesome stuff. Really good. I’m absolutely okay right now and it’s all totally fine.

· …please enjoy your break and get lots of rest and I very much look forward to the return of this fic you have no idea.

· I need to go breathe for a little bit.

EDIT: no, you know what--I'm not going to be a nice polite fangirl over here and quietly hope y'all see this I'm straight up tagging you, @fluffy-papaya and @betweenlands. THANK YOU but also how dare.

[dragynkeep]

Criticism of the concept art of team rwby. Specifically your thoughts on the volume 1 concept art.

The concept arts for the girls really had some good points, and most of their looks besides Blake worked as a starting point for the superior fits they start the show in.

Honestly, I really like this outfit for Ruby.

For Beacon? I prefer her finalised look more. It just suits the more immature, idealised look for Ruby at that point in her life, where she was coming into Beacon wide eyed and ready to be the heroine like the ones in her stories.

But after Beacon when she lost her friends and has to grow up? This helps portray that character progression.

It's not too different from her finalised look, but I would honestly go back to this or her V2 alt for her Mistral look, rather than the canon one we got. It still has some aspects of her Beacon outfit in the puffy sleeves, corset, huge skirt, and long boots, but without the things that bogged her Mistral outfit down.

The corset even has the red on it to help it stand out and add some red to her look, even with the light grey shirt she wears instead. I love the cross imagery being more apparent on her, selling the gothic look for Ruby, and I honestly think I prefer it to her rose emblem.

The thing I'm not too sure about is the neck collar thing, which just looks a little silly to me, and the colour of her shirt. It's a bit too light for my liking, I would've gone for a darker grey to help make the red pop next to it. Also, I'm glad she didn't keep the bandolier or chains on her skirt, it cluttered her design a bit too much.

So yeah, great concept art. I even used the corset and shirt look for my Vacuo design of Ruby.

There's not much that's changed from Weiss' finalised look, unlike Ruby. The look really works with the blue and white, her clothes having the lace and quite icy look with the fabric, really selling the rich look of her outfit compared to the more tone downed outfits of her teammates.

I'm glad they shortened her sleeves honestly, because right now they just look like they get in the way and make Weiss look a bit too silly. She reminds me of a clown. That being said, I like the idea of gems hanging from her sleeves, like the little gems that would hang from her Atlas outfit later on. I wish they kept them, but maybe change them to silver so they don't stand out that much.

Besides that, I think they made the right changes from this. The beauty mark is cute, and I wish one of the other main girls had it instead, but I think the scar is a better choice that opens up a story for Weiss. Also, as much as I wish the show didn't give every girl the same choppy bangs, Weiss' bangs here just look weird.

Maybe it's because I'm used to her normal bangs, but compared to how I wish Blake kept her straight bangs, I'm glad Weiss changed hers.

I'm gonna be honest, I don't like this outfit.

It could just be because of how it's coloured, but the outfit looks so muddy with the purple tinted brown and desaturated gold that I would honestly take later Blake outfits' colouring than this. The colours make the yellow look so dull next to it, and you can't really see that her colour is meant to be black, not muddy purple brown.

The actual style of the shirt with the long open skirt thing looks bad and cluttered, especially with the belt over it. I'm glad they toned it back with her vest and shirt with shorts, using simple lace and gradients to give some interest to her finalised outfit.

There are some bits I do like. Her thigh highs are really pretty save the questionable colouring, and Blake has shown that she fits the thigh high aesthetics with her Mistral outfit. Her heterochromia is also a really neat touch and something I wish they kept, as well as her bangs being straight rather than choppy like every other girls in the show.

Her other concept is really just her finalised outfit with a bow on her chest. I think it's cute and wish they kept that little accessory on her final outfit, it'd keep in line with her bow style and is just adorable.

Green Yang isn't real, she can't hurt us.

It's just like Yang's finalised outfit but with different colour attempts. The second one having a scarf is honestly a cute idea, and something that I wouldn't have minded Yang wearing maybe later on, like in Atlas.

The problem is that the colouring is awful. The first one having an all green look just doesn't look good with the yellow, especially the more desaturated bronze on her jacket. It's also just so much that you wouldn't be surprised if people thought her colour was now green rather than yellow. It's just plain ugly.

Her second one is better with the light tans and oranges, but the tan here is the same problem as the tans she uses in Atlas. They're lighter and yellow in tone, but they're so desaturated that it looks so dull right next to her vibrant yellow and orange. The random white sleeves look disconnected and like Yang is wearing two different vests, and the black pokka dot bandana just sticks out. It works much better as the purple of her eyes.

And as much as I like the scarf, the random gradient from orange to cyan blue is ugly and sticks out from Yang's establish colour scheme.

I do like how vibrant her eyes are, and it's something I wish translated over to the show. Ein Lee always colours Yang's eyes in really well, along with the bandana, and it's a shame that part of the design is always ignored.

Her other concept art is more refined, and the only difference is that the purple of her bandana is instead a light blue. I like both, but I think the purple just fits in better with her colour scheme than the blue, it connects with her eye colour and looks more balanced because of it.

[citrina-posts]

Avatar: Cultural Appreciation or Appropriation?

I love Avatar: the Last Airbender. Obviously I do, because I run a fan blog on it. But make no mistake: it is a show built upon cultural appropriation. And you know what? For the longest time, as an Asian-American kid, I never saw it that way.

There are plenty of reasons why I never realized this as a kid, but I’ve narrowed it down to a few reasons. One is that I was desperate to watch a show with characters that looked like me in it that wasn’t anime (nothing wrong with anime, it’s just not my thing). Another is that I am East Asian (I have Taiwanese and Korean ancestry) and in general, despite being the outward “bad guys”, the East Asian cultural aspects of Avatar are respected far more than South Asian, Middle Eastern, and other influences. A third is that it’s easy to dismiss the negative parts of a show you really like, so I kind of ignored the issue for a while. I’m going to explain my own perspective on these reasons, and why I think we need to have a nuanced discussion about it. This is pretty long, so if you want to keep reading, it’s under the cut.

Obviously, the leadership behind ATLA was mostly white. We all know the co-creators Bryan Konietzko and Michael Dante DiMartino (colloquially known as Bryke) are white. So were most of the other episodic directors and writers, like Aaron Ehasz, Lauren Montgomery, and Joaquim Dos Santos. This does not mean they were unable to treat Asian cultures with respect, and I honestly do believe that they tried their best! But it does mean they have certain blinders, certain perceptions of what is interesting and enjoyable to watch. Avatar was applauded in its time for being based mostly on Asian and Native American cultures, but one has to wonder: how much of that choice was based on actual respect for these people, and how much was based on what they considered to be “interesting”, “quirky”, or “exotic”?

The aesthetic of the show, with its bending styles based on various martial arts forms, written language all in Chinese text, and characters all decked out in the latest Han dynasty fashions, is obviously directly derivative of Asian cultures. Fine. That’s great! They hired real martial artists to copy the bending styles accurately, had an actual Chinese calligrapher do all the lettering, and clearly did their research on what clothing, hair, and makeup looked like. The animation studios were in South Korea, so Korean animators were the ones who did the work. Overall, this is looking more like appreciation for a beautiful culture, and that’s exactly what we want in a rapidly diversifying world of media.

But there’s always going to be some cherry-picking, because it’s inevitable. What’s easy to animate, what appeals to modern American audiences, and what is practical for the world all come to mind as reasons. It’s just that… they kinda lump cultures together weirdly. Song from Book 2 (that girl whose ostrich-horse Zuko steals) wears a hanbok, a traditionally Korean outfit. It’s immediately recognizable as a hanbok, and these dresses are exclusive to Korea. Are we meant to assume that this little corner of the mostly Chinese Earth Kingdom is Korea? Because otherwise, it’s just treated as another little corner of the Earth Kingdom. Korea isn’t part of China. It’s its own country with its own culture, history, and language. Other aspects of Korean culture are ignored, possibly because there wasn’t time for it, but also probably because the creators thought the hanbok was cute and therefore they could just stick it in somewhere. But this is a pretty minor issue in the grand scheme of things (super minor, compared to some other things which I will discuss later on).

It’s not the lack of research that’s the issue. It’s not even the lack of consideration. But any Asian-American can tell you: it’s all too easy for the Asian kids to get lumped together, to become pan-Asian. To become the equivalent of the Earth Kingdom, a mass of Asians without specific borders or national identities. It’s just sort of uncomfortable for someone with that experience to watch a show that does that and then gets praised for being so sensitive about it. I don’t want you to think I’m from China or Vietnam or Japan; not because there’s anything wrong with them, but because I’m not! How would a French person like to be called British? It would really piss them off. Yet this happens all the time to Asian-Americans and we are expected to go along with it. And… we kind of do, because we’ve been taught to.

1. Growing Up Asian-American

I grew up in the early to mid-2000s, the era of High School Musical and Hannah Montana and iCarly, the era of Spongebob and The Amazing World of Gumball and Fairly Odd Parents. So I didn’t really see a ton of Asian characters onscreen in popular shows (not anime) that I could talk about with my white friends at school. One exception I recall was London from Suite Life, who was hardly a role model and was mostly played up for laughs more than actual nuance. Shows for adults weren’t exactly up to par back then either, with characters like the painfully stereotypical Raj from Big Bang Theory being one of the era that comes to mind.

So I was so grateful, so happy, to see characters that looked like me in Avatar when I first watched it. Look! I could dress up as Azula for Halloween and not Mulan for the third time! Nice! I didn’t question it. These were Asian characters who actually looked Asian and did cool stuff like shoot fireballs and throw knives and were allowed to have depth and character development. This was the first reason why I never questioned this cultural appropriation. I was simply happy to get any representation at all. This is not the same for others, though.

2. My Own Biases

Obviously, one can only truly speak for what they experience in their own life. I am East Asian and that is arguably the only culture that is treated with great depth in Avatar.

I don’t speak for South Asians, but I’ve certainly seen many people criticize Guru Pathik, the only character who is explicitly South Asian (and rightly so. He’s a stereotype played up for laughs and the whole thing with chakras is in my opinion one of the biggest plotholes in the show). They’ve also discussed how Avatar: The Last Airbender lifts heavily from Hinduism (with chakras, the word Avatar itself, and the Eye of Shiva used by Combustion Man to blow things up). Others have expressed how they feel the sandbenders, who are portrayed as immoral thieves who deviously kidnap Appa for money, are a direct insult to Middle Eastern and North African cultures. People have noted that it makes no sense that a culture based on Inuit and other Native groups like the Water Tribe would become industrialized as they did in the North & South comics, since these are people that historically (and in modern day!) opposed extreme industrialization. The Air Nomads, based on the Tibetan people, are weirdly homogeneous in their Buddhist-inspired orange robes and hyperspiritual lifestyle. So too have Southeast Asians commented on the Foggy Swamp characters, whose lifestyles are made fun of as being dirty and somehow inferior. The list goes on.

These things, unlike the elaborate and highly researched elements of East Asian culture, were not treated with respect and are therefore cultural appropriation. As a kid, I had the privilege of not noticing these things. Now I do.

White privilege is real, but every person has privileges of some kind, and in this case, I was in the wrong for not realizing that. Yes, I was a kid; but it took a long time for me to see that not everyone’s culture was respected the way mine was. They weren’t considered *aesthetic* enough, and therefore weren’t worth researching and accurately portraying to the creators. It’s easy for a lot of East Asians to argue, “No! I’ve experienced racism! I’m not privileged!” News flash: I’ve experienced racism too. But I’ve also experienced privilege. If white people can take their privilege for granted, so too can other races. Shocking, I know. And I know now how my privilege blinded me to the fact that not everybody felt the same euphoria I did seeing characters that looked like them onscreen. Not if they were a narrow and offensive portrayal of their race. There are enough good-guy Asian characters that Fire Lord Ozai is allowed to be evil; but can you imagine if he was the only one?

3. What It Does Right

This is sounding really down on Avatar, which I don’t want to do. It’s a great show with a lot of fantastic themes that don’t show up a lot in kids’ media. It isn’t superficial or sugarcoating in its portrayal of the impacts of war, imperialism, colonialism, disability, and sexism, just to name a few. There are characters like Katara, a brown girl allowed to get angry but is not defined by it. There are characters like Aang, who is the complete opposite of toxic masculinity. There are characters like Toph, who is widely known as a great example of how to write a disabled character.

But all of these good things sort of masked the issues with the show. It’s easy to sweep an issue under the rug when there’s so many great things to stack on top and keep it down. Alternatively, one little problem in a show seems to make-or-break media for some people. Cancel culture is the most obvious example of this gone too far. Celebrity says one ignorant thing? Boom, cancelled. But… kind of not really, and also, they’re now terrified of saying anything at all because their apologies are mocked and their future decisions are scrutinized. It encourages a closed system of creators writing only what they know for fear of straying too far out of their lane. Avatar does do a lot of great things, and I think it would be silly and immature to say that its cultural appropriation invalidates all of these things. At the same time, this issue is an issue that should be addressed. Criticizing one part of the show doesn’t mean that the other parts of it aren’t good, or that you shouldn’t be a fan.

If Avatar’s cultural appropriation does make you uncomfortable enough to stop watching, go for it. Stop watching. No single show appeals to every single person. At the same time, if you’re a massive fan, take a sec (honestly, if you’ve made it this far, you’ve taken many secs) to check your own privilege, and think about how the blurred line between cultural appreciation (of East Asia) and appropriation (basically everybody else) formed. Is it because we as viewers were also captivated by the aesthetic and overall story, and so forgive the more problematic aspects? Is it because we’ve been conditioned so fully into never expecting rep that when we get it, we cling to it?

I’m no media critic or expert on race, cultural appropriation, or anything of the sort. I’m just an Asian-American teenager who hopes that her own opinion can be put out there into the world, and maybe resonate with someone else. I hope that it’s given you new insight into why Avatar: The Last Airbender is a show with both cultural appropriation and appreciation, and why these things coexist. Thank you for reading!

[texanredrose]

Look Before You...

Blake took her seat, sweeping her gaze over the field currently filled with ‘knights’ from all over Menagerie. While they’d operated as a kingdom for years, only recently did they begin matching the other kingdoms of Remnant in certain ways and first came the overwhelming vote for the Belladonna family to become the ruling family. Her dad had tried explaining that that wasn’t how it worked, you couldn’t be voted into kingship, but it became one of the few arguments he lost during his tenure as Chieftain of Menagerie- a title he continued to hold, with the wider understanding being that he was their king and just had a unique title, which most people accepted enthusiastically. It seemed to be the widely accepted logic that, since they were exiled and driven away from the rest of Remnant, they didn’t need to strictly adhere to the other kingdoms’ precedents. When they did, it was with a bit of cheek, as evidenced by the array of ‘knights’ preparing to fight in the grand melee.

In other kingdoms, knighthood came after years of testing or with the proper bloodline. In Menagerie, anyone willing to challenge Ghira to a duel would become a knight after. The challenge came in the fact that her father was a moving mountain who spoke softly but hit very hard. Alternatively, prospects could challenge Blake’s mom, Kali, but even fewer would dare attempt that challenge. It was common knowledge that Chieftain Ghira, although strong, would simply beat you and leave it at that; Chieftain Kali, on the other hand, would usually leave you with a scar- not out of malice, of course, but because her opponents underestimated her and she sometimes couldn’t pull back her blows in time.

Blake shifted, one ear flicking back to hear the metallic tink of her sword’s scabbard hitting her chair. This would mark the first time Blake would be challenged as well for knighthood, which would be after the grand melee; the reasoning being that, those who felt well enough to continue fighting after the melee would be just as taxed fighting the relatively young Chief as they would fighting fresh against the more experienced Chieftains. Blake, for her part, looked forward to the tests to come; faunus all over Menagerie had taken up combat arts in the past year, starting the moment the tournament was announced. It would be an important, historic moment for them as a people.

Not least because the other kingdoms were becoming nervous about how easily the faunus thrived on the desert island they’d written off as being uninhabitable.

“You look bored.”

“I’m impatient,” she replied, sparing her best friend a glance. “I’m surprised you didn’t join the tournament. Isn’t the grand melee exactly the sort of fun you’d be dying to have?”

Sun shrugged, leaning on his bo staff as he stood next to her with a wide grin. “Yeah, but I’m already a knight. There’s no real benefit to me joining in, except fighting you at the end, and we do that enough when we’re training.”

“Well, I think it would be fun to fight in the melee,” she said, picking out the specific styles of weapons and matching them to the different regions around Menagerie. But then, her attention was caught by one figure specifically. “Is… that…”

“Something wrong, dear?” Her father took his seat behind her, awaiting the signal to officially begin the grand melee. When he followed the direction of her gaze, he saw what she did and muttered a curse under his breath. “An Atlesian knight.”

“A high ranking one at that.” Her mother mused, cautiously intrigued. “You can tell by the helmet.”

Blake didn’t know the different Atlesian knight ranks well enough to be able to discern much more but she did know that the closer the armor resembled the late King’s, the higher the rank, and this one matched the description she’d heard and read to the smallest detail, even the plume down the backside of the helmet. If not one of the Royal Knights, this one was close to the top of the order, despite seeming so… small and slim, standing there among the other warriors. The armor added bulk but it didn’t match up to the farmers turned warriors surrounding the knight. “What an Atlesian doing here?”

“I don’t know… but they haven’t started any trouble yet. Keep an eye on them, Blake.” Ghira rose to his feet and bellowed out that all might hear him. “Welcome, all, to the first annual Unified Menagerie Tourney! As a celebration of overcoming our struggles thus far, the first event will be the grand melee. Those arranged before you will fight until only one stands and, then, whoever can muster their strength may face Chief Blake to earn their knighthood. Then, we look at the advancements we’ve made…”

As her father continued to explain the three days’ worth of events, Blake watched the Atlesian knight, who seemed to hardly acknowledge anything aside from the details regarding the grand melee. It annoyed her, to some extent, because she felt like the knight might be there as some sort of statement, as if to prove that an Atlesian knight could best anyone in Menagerie. Then, she noticed something else. “That knight doesn’t have a shield.”

“Isn’t that a big taboo in Atlas?” Sun leaned towards the edge of the elevated box they sat in, tilting his head. “Everyone uses the same style; only the royal family can go without a shield, because their knights are their shield?”

“Maybe it’s not an Atlesian at all?”

“That might be worse.” Sun cringed. “Don’t think Atlas will be too happy if they hear someone wearing their armor got their butt kicked at our tourney.”

Blake pressed her lips into a thin line, watching the knight’s posture.

“As a reminder, all events are in the spirit of celebration and community; as such, killing blows are strictly prohibited during the grand melee,” her father said, impressively not allowing his gaze to linger on the Atlesian. “With that, contestants, assume your positions and prepare for the fight to begin!”

As the contestants moved to make a large circle, Blake watched the Atlesian’s movements with all her attention. However, the longer she watched, the more she noticed that the knight appeared to be… supremely uncomfortable, or at least unaccustomed to wearing the armor; their movements were sluggish and they turned awkwardly, as if they lacked any sort of awareness as to their size and expected to bump into something they couldn’t see at any moment. In fact, the more the knight moved, the less alarmed Blake felt; if anything, she worried that Sun might have a point and the person in the armor wasn’t Atlesian at all. That would be a diplomatic headache if word got back to the royal family of Atlas.

Her parents exchanged a look of concern but remained silent until the circle had formed. Then, her mother stood up and shouted. 

“Begin!”

A horn was blown and about forty people shouted in response and charged forward. Metal clashed as weapons crossed, but in the hectic melee, Blake watched the Atlesian knight’s movements closest and… well, there was skill there, somewhere, but the person beneath the armor obviously had never worn it before during combat. Their left arm rose, a thin blade- so unlike the universally larger swords favored by Atlesians- blocking or deflecting errants attacks, but it seemed… sluggish. They certainly weren’t used to the limited view of the helmet, unaware of someone swinging a giant hammer at their back until it smashed into their backplate. No matter who was in the armor or what their attentions were, Blake winced when the blow landed; it looked painful.

The knight was sent sprawling in the dirt and essentially forgotten about; while many grand melees operated under the idea that a contestant either died, ran away, or won, and no one cared how many fell into the first category, this one was different. As long as an opponent stayed on the ground or only crawled, they would be left alone; the last person standing would be crowned victor, and each was in charge of gauging whether getting back up would be a wise idea. The knight got back up.

“Tenacious,” Ghira said. “I would’ve stayed down.”

“Only in a contest,” Kali replied, a lilt to her voice. “If something was riding on it, though, you’d get back up.”

He nodded. “True. They must be fighting for something.”

The knight- perhaps because of their weakened defense, perhaps because they were the only one fully armored, perhaps because they had the audacity to wear a foreign kingdom’s armor, who could really tell the motivation- became the favored target of those closest to them. Hammers, maces, mauls, swords, clubs, axes: every weapon on display turned against the knight, who met or blocked most but couldn’t be quick enough to block them all. When a battleax struck the knight in the head, a cascade of sparks indicating the killing edge of the ax had penetrated the helm, Blake thought the knight would stay down. It would be safer. But the knight got back up.

“Why won’t you stay down?” Blake leaned forward as the knight stumbled back a few steps, their right hand reaching up and roughly pulling off their helmet.

If possible, many mysteries were solved by the act, only to be replaced by a plethora more as an uproar began rising through the crowd. The entire Belladonna family jumped to their feet and leaned forward, each disbelieving what they could plainly see before them. Blake leaned against the banister, straining her eyes and ears for any hint of deception- because, surely, what she was seeing couldn’t be what was actually happening.

Yet, as the helmet fell to the ground, the visage of the mysterious knight became visible- piercing blue eyes, a scar across the left just a few weeks’ healed, and long white hair like an unbroken line of moonlight. In other words, a member of the Atlesian royal family, and a very prominent figure at that: Princess Weiss Schnee. She was busy fumbling with the straps to her chestplate while Ghira tried to call an end to the melee- the last thing they needed was a royal heir of another kingdom being seriously injured during the tournament- but the roar of the crowd drowned him out. Blake held her breath, unsure of what she expected or what she wanted to happen next.

Then, the Princess tossed aside the breastplate and all its attached bits- the heaviest part of her armor- and raised her sword, bellowing something at the opponents who surrounded her. Whatever she said, it moved a few of them, and three stepped forward to meet her. Three weapons sought to strike at her, without the bulk of her armor.

However, without the bulk of her armor, she was quicker than anyone expected. Without the helmet, she had her full field of vision; without the breastplate, she could twist and turn easily; without the pauldons, she could lift her arm with ease. Her sword flashed, knocking aside two of the three weapons turned against her- a scythe and a battleaxe- while meeting the third- a sword- which she batted away. She was akin to a dancer gliding across the battlefield now, twisting and turning to keep her blade between her and her enemies, even when they surrounded her. The wise ones, those who had battled previously, chose now to weed out some of their opponents, fighting off to the side, while those who had little experience attempted to best the Atlesian.

“Stop the melee!” Ghira took a deep breath, preparing to bellow the words when it became apparent that he couldn’t be heard over the raucous excitement below. But Kali put a hand on his forearm.

“Wait… she wants to fight; let her fight.”

Blake could see it, too. Doffing her armor hadn’t made her invulnerable; she still seemed to be at a disadvantage and a few blows managed to land anyway. Yet, she kept getting back to her feet. One didn’t submit to this sort of punishment for no reason. Blood ran from an open wound on her head on the opposite side of the scar and she was clearly having difficulty breathing- perhaps a bruised or broken rib from the hammer blow earlier.

The veterans had nearly thinned out all the other contestants and the Atlesian had done her part to discourage the rest from continuing to fight. 

But everyone had their limits, and the Princess found hers when one of the veterans wielding a giant hammer took a swing from her blindside. The blow sent her sprawling and though she obviously struggled to try and regain her feet, another defeated contender nearby lifted his head just enough and seemed to say something to the Atlesian. Whatever he said, it convinced the woman to simply lay down until one of the tournament’s attendants hurried in to whisk her and the other defeated combatants away.

Blake turned immediately.

“Cub.” Her father’s voice held equal parts a warning and concern. 

“I’m just going to make sure she’s alright.” She was already halfway down the stairs by the time she responded, searching for where the disqualified contenders were brought. She could see some tents where people limped about and the occasional cry from wounds being tended drew her towards them. A few people acknowledged her- attendants who had no interest in watching the melee, competitors awaiting one of the later events, and those who left the melee but had recovered enough to move of their own power- but no one stopped her as she searched through those wounded during the melee to find the Atlesian. She eventually found the woman struggling to pick up her dirty and discarded breastplate, stringing together words in what Blake thought was Old High Atlesian but could’ve easily been an eldritch curse. “Well, at least you’re standing.”

Those piercing blue eyes landed on her with a force similar to one of the hammer blows she suffered earlier but softened almost immediately as her expression shifted from fury to embarrassment. “Your Highness, you needn’t worry about a- a lowly warrior-”

“You’re the Princess of Atlas.” Blake crossed her arms over her chest. “I think you underestimate how recognizable you are or how intelligent I am. Hopefully, it’s the former.”

Although her lips twisted into a sour expression, she nodded. “It is, I assure you. I intend no disrespect, Your Highness.”

Blake’s eyes narrowed, unsure what game the Princess might be playing at, seeing as they were of equivocal rank as far as Blake could see: both daughters to ruling monarchs. If anything, Blake might be positioned slightly higher, as she was an only child and Weiss was second born, but hardly enough to warrant the constant, stiff formality of the Atlesian aristocracy. Then again, she would expect an Atlesian to disregard her rank entirely simply to snub her. “None taken… Your Highness.”

They held each other’s gaze for a moment longer before they were interrupted by a tourney attendant entering the tent bearing a tray with a tea set.

“Ah, Chief Blake, apologies for intruding-”

“It’s fine.” Amber eyes fell on the tray, noting the single cup. “Could you bring a second cup?”

“Of course.” A low bow after setting down the tray preceded the attendant- a ram faunus, if she didn’t miss her guess- ducked back out of the tent.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she said, taking the teapot and pouring the cup. It had to be some sort of Atlesian tea, dark and pungent, as no tea leaf in Menagerie was that dark brown color. Then again, Atlas sat high in the mountains amid snow and ice while most of the tea shrubs they cultivated in Menagerie were surrounded by dirt and desert; it seemed there was some sort of inverse relationship between the color that surrounded a tea bush and the color of the liquid it produced. “But I find myself curious as to what a member of the Atlesian royal family is doing joining a tournament in Menagerie.” She picked up the saucer and held it out to Weiss, making it clear that she’d poured the cup for the woman and not herself. “Perhaps you can indulge me over a cup?”

Weiss looked at her as one might regard a snake poised to bite before relenting, sighing heavily and letting the breastplate drop unceremoniously to the floor so she could accept the saucer. “I suppose.”

Her ears canted back. “I don’t want to twist your arm about it.”

“It’s… not that.” The woman sighed, frustrated, and trudged over to a chair, setting down the saucer on a nearby low table as she eased herself into the seat, her greaves creaking with each step. “I’d hoped to earn a knightship as a means of proving… something.”

“Something?” Blake grabbed a chair and brought it over next to Weiss as the attendant returned. She poured herself a cup from the teapot and sat down next to the Atlesian. 

“Yes, something- if I could articulate it-”

“That wasn’t me prompting you,” she said, settling into her seat and grabbing her saucer. “It was… I suppose a bit of camaraderie. I know what it’s like trying to prove something you can’t explain… and you aren’t sure if you’re proving it to someone else or yourself.” A small smile. “To put your mind at ease, you can still attempt to earn your knightship; you don’t need to defeat me to earn the title.”

Weiss narrowed her eyes, pride bristling. “Are you implying I couldn’t defeat you?” Blake pointedly looked over the woman’s battered form. “I don’t mean right this moment, damnit.”

“I’m not sure but I’d like to see you try.” As she took a sip from her cup, Blake paused, then spat the whatever it was out of her mouth as her expression twisted up. “What is this? This tea is horrible!”

“It’s not tea; it’s coffee,” Weiss said, barely concealing her amusement behind her cup as she took a long sip without flinching.

Blake threw her a baleful look while setting down her saucer. “You knew.”

“I knew that I’d given her coffee grounds and told her how to make coffee and that she brought me back what smelled like coffee; you were the one who thought you knew what was in the teapot. You could’ve asked.”

The attendant from before- either anticipating the fallout or hearing Blake’s reaction- appeared with a second teapot that poured blessedly green tinted tea. She almost burned her throat trying to wash out the taste left in her mouth. “I hope you realize this is even more incentive to make you regret applying for knightship in my kingdom, Princess.”

“Then my impending knightship will be all the sweeter once it’s won, Chief.”

As much as she should be annoyed by the flippant response, Blake found herself smiling before taking another sip of her tea.

[atlabeth]

transferred part eight - atla smau

TRANSFERRED - zuko x fem!reader

masterlist | part 7 | part 9 

summary: trying to run from your past is hard, but falling for your brother’s roommate is even harder. little do you know he’s falling for you as well. 

wc: 4.5k 

warning(s): alcohol, gross guys, cursing, ppl getting drunk, suggestive themes, some pining, y/n being dumb of ass

a/n: i’ve been in a weird place with my writing so that’s why this took longer, it was a combination of writers block and lacking confidence in my writing so sdkjfhs. also for the ending? im sorry. but also im not 

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~~~~~~

“SOKKA, WE HAVE TO LEAVE IN FIFTEEN MINUTES! NOW OPEN THE DOOR OR I WILL BREAK IT DOWN MYSELF!” You banged your fist against the door for what felt like the hundredth time, and it seemed to finally work. The door swung open and your brother came out holding his hands up placatingly. You had to give it to him, his hair looked good, but with all the time he had spent styling it in there you would be disappointed if it wasn’t a masterpiece.

“Calm down, Y/N! You just don’t appreciate the art that goes into this,” he said with an exaggerated gesture to himself. You rolled your eyes and pushed past him, closing and locking the door behind him to make sure that no one would disturb you while you got ready. One downside to rooming with all boys was that no one knew how to knock, so you had to be extremely vigilant in making sure that no one walked in on you. 

You had spent a majority of your time picking out the perfect outfit for tonight after you and Zuko had gotten home. It was harder than you thought it was going to be to find something that said, ‘I’m available but not too available, I’m approachable but not too approachable, and also this is hot’, but after a lot of rifling through your closet you decided on a black backless top and navy blue jeans, something that looked good but did not warrant all the time spent searching. 

It didn’t take nearly as long to do your hair and makeup, maybe because you were rapidly running out of time, but you decided to just go with a simple look that brought out your eye color and what you usually did for parties for your hair. 

You nearly stabbed yourself in the eye with your mascara wand when you heard banging on the door. “Y/N, WE HAVE TO LEAVE IN FIVE MINUTES! NOW OPEN THE DOOR OR I WILL BREAK IT DOWN MYSELF!”

“Sokka, if you’re gonna yell at me then BE ORIGINAL!” You called back as you finished your eyes up. You shoved all the products back into your makeup bag then checked your hair one last time before leaving the bathroom. 

“How do I look, boys?” You walked into the kitchen and grabbed your purse off the island, testing the waters with the heels you had decided to wear last minute. They were only a couple inches but it had been a while since you wore them, and you would prefer if you didn’t fall over in front of every hot person at this party. 

Sokka followed you into the kitchen after nearly getting hit by the door, his tone somehow exasperated already. “You look fine. Now can we please get going? It’s one thing to be fashionably late, but we can’t be LATE late.”

“I love the heels, Y/N,” Aang gave you a grin and two thumbs up which you returned. 

When you looked to Zuko for his reaction, you were surprised to see a faint blush dusting his cheeks and his eyes wider than usual as they lingered on you. “You look- um- wow. You look great. Are you sure you won’t get cold?”

You felt your face heat up and you smiled, subconsciously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I guess I can just borrow your jacket if I need to,” you teased with a wink as you walked past him. “Come on Sokka, I’ll race you for shotgun!” 

“Oh, that is so cheap—!” Before you knew it, the two of you were sprinting out the door, pushing each other 

“Pick your jaw up off the floor, Zuko,” Aang said jokingly once you were out of the apartment, the distant yells of you and your brother bouncing through the hallway. “Y’know, you could probably make a move tonight. I think she’s into you!” 

“I- that’s not- I wasn’t- we’re just friends!” Zuko stammered as he picked up his keys from the table, finally snapping out of his stupor.

“Whatever you say, Sifu Hotman!” 

“I don’t— it’s not like that!”

~~~~~~

It was a quick ride over to the apartment with Sokka’s instructions — who had somehow beat you to the car winning shotgun (you blamed your heels) — and soon you were in front of Apartment B29 knocking on the door. A man about your age opened the door, and you blinked in surprise as you were hit by the wave of noise coming from inside. Sokka pushed past you and did a very complicated handshake with the guy before clapping him on the back. 

“Kento, how are ya doin’? I brought my roommates with me, is that cool?”

“Of course, man! The more the merrier!” Sokka grinned and high-fived him and the four of you moved inside, all of your senses assaulted by a barrage of.. everything. 

It was a surprisingly active party in a surprisingly big place, but you supposed that had to be the case for someone to throw something this size. Your eyes immediately started drifting around, searching for your friends that had arrived before you, and you started tugging on Aang’s shirt and pointing. “There they are! Come on!” 

You practically dragged the poor boy behind you as your brother and Zuko followed behind in a less forced way, and you barreled into Suki, each knocking the air out of each other with the strength of your hugs.

“You’re here!” Suki looked at your outfit and whistled. “And you look fantastic? This is the Y/N that I have been missing!”

You laughed and pulled away from her, giving one armed hugs to both Katara and Toph before settling in while everyone else greeted each other. “Gotta make a good first impression on BSSU guys, right?” 

“Oh, I think you already have,” Katara smirked, her eyes flicking over to Zuko for a second before training back on you. 

You furrowed your brows, about to question Katara further, when Suki gasped and grabbed your hand. 

“Oh, speaking of guys! There are a couple guys in my psych class tht are here that I think you’d really be into. Come on!” Suki started pulling you away and you looked back at the rest of the group with an amused expression before giving in and running away with her. 

Katara groaned, looking at Toph with desperation that she couldn’t see. “That girl is hopeless. How am I supposed to do my matchmaking if she’s trying to set her up with random guys?” 

“Guess you’ll either have to try harder or let it go, sugar queen.” 

“You know I’m not letting this go.” Katara could’ve kept going on about it, but thankfully for Toph, Aang slung his arm around Katara’s shoulder and kissed her on the cheek. 

“Come on, Katara! Let’s start this party off right.” The two of them grinned at each other and went off to the midst of everyone, no doubt to dance together. 

“Zuko? You there?” Toph questioned.

“Yeah?” Parties were very much not Zuko’s thing, so he didn’t exactly know what he was going to do now that everyone had split up.

Toph elbowed him and started walking through the crowd, Zuko following hurriedly after her as he rubbed his shoulder. “What was that for?”

“It’s how I show affection.” Toph grabbed onto his hand so that she wouldn’t run into everything in her way, and continued walking. “Now come on, let’s do something! Sokka’s talking with his boys, Y/N is probably off hitting on some guys while Suki encourages her, and Katara and Aang are doing some dumb couple stuff. Which means that we have to do something.” 

Zuko chuckled and shrugged. “Sure.” Hopefully Suki wasn’t serious about setting you up. Of course, he didn’t like you like that, but you were too good for the kind of guy that you would find at this kind of party. He supposed that he was that kind of guy because he was here, but he was different, right? You wouldn’t see him in that light— 

“Ow! Why’d you do that again?” Zuko was sure he was going to have a bruise if he hung out with Toph for the rest of the night.

“Because I can tell that you’re thinking of something stupid.”

“I am not—

“Zuko, I can’t even see you and I know you’re lying.”  

He was suddenly too distracted to focus on Toph calling him out because he saw you, talking animatedly with a couple of guys and Suki by your side. They all started laughing at whatever you said, and your smile, even from that far away, made his heart flutter. But for some reason, seeing you with those boys made him feel.. annoyed.

He didn’t even realize he was clenching his fists until Toph hit him, albeit softer, on the shoulder. “Lighten up on the grip, sparky!”

“Sorry,” he said, blinking a couple of times. “Let’s keep going.”

This was going to be a long night for Zuko.

~~~~~~

You had separated from the group to get another drink, having already finished your cup in the time it took to tell a couple stories. You pursed your lips and picked a beer up from the cooler, then placed the cap on the edge of the table and slammed down on top of it with your other hand. The bottle cap fell off and you took a sip, pleased that it worked. It was a party trick you had picked up when you first moved to Kyoshi, and though using a bottle opener was loads easier, this was more fun. 

“Nice move.” You turned around, surprised when you heard a voice behind you, nearly spilling your drink in the process. It belonged to a tall, brown haired boy with some interesting eyebrows and a toothpick in his mouth. 

“Thanks.” You smiled lightly and moved to walk away, but he blocked your path. 

“What, do I not get a name?” His words had an air of cockiness to them, and he leaned against the wall next to the table. “I’m Jet.” 

“Ohhhh, you’re Jet.” You took a sip of your drink to mask your grimace and rolled your eyes, already looking around for Suki to get away to. Your sister had told you about her experiences with this guy, and though there was some irony in him hitting on you all these years later, you weren’t into it. “Yeah, no thanks.” 

You started to walk away but he wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you back to him, causing you to let out a small yelp. You were already kinda tipsy, so you got much closer than you would’ve liked (being in the same room with him was too close to be fair) and he smirked at you. Now this, this was definitely how you wanted your night to go. 

“Come on darling, just give me a chance. I’m not that bad.” He was attractive, you would admit that, but the way he was acting was a red flag that you weren’t going to miss again. 

“Oh, I’m sure you are.” You tried to pull your wrist out of his grip but he wasn’t budging. You glared up at him and set your jaw. “Do you really want to do this tonight? Because I’ve got time, buddy.”

“I’m just asking a pretty girl for her name, it’s not a crime. Of course, I’ll also go for your number.” He was smooth as ever, unfazed until another voice cut in.

“She said no. Now leave her alone, Jet.” 

You felt his grip loosen on your wrist and you immediately pulled away, looking over to see who had saved you from the fight that you were sure was imminent. Your eyes lit up when you saw that it was Zuko, and you backed over so that you were on his side. You noticed he ever so slightly positioned himself in front of you. 

“Ah.. You two a thing?” The confidence from before was replaced with what looked like anger with a hint of jealousy. 

“No, he’s just a guy that knows what ‘no’ means,” you shot back. Now you wanted to fight, but Zuko took your hand and shook his head. 

“He’s not worth it. Let’s go, Y/N.” He started walking away and you followed, but were unable to resist one more jab at that cocky jerk. 

“I’m not into jerks that fuck over my sister!” You yelled over your shoulder as Zuko pulled you away. The two of you emerged out of the apartment onto the empty balcony, and you inhaled the fresh air. 

“Thanks for that. I think I would’ve started a fight if I stayed there for another second.” You tipped back the rest of your beer and frowned, twirling the bottle between your fingers before setting it on the ground next to you. “God, this sucks. Why am I drinking it again?” 

“Because you’re a broke college kid that wants to get drunk at a party thrown by other broke college kids?” Zuko offered helpfully. 

You hummed in agreement and leaned your back against the railing, pointing your finger at him. “Right on the mark, mister.” 

He smiled as he leaned against the wall, conveniently ignoring the chair right next to him. You figured it was for his ‘cool guy image’, but it was once again doing it for you. “He didn’t hurt you or anything, right?” 

You snorted and shook your head, running a hand through your hair as you looked into the night. The party was still going on strong back inside, but it was nice to get away for a moment, especially with Zuko. “Nah. If he tried anything, he would be the one getting hurt.”

Zuko chuckled, pushing himself up from the wall and walking over to you. Another thing you had noticed from living with him and being his classmate — this boy could not sit still. “I believe that wholeheartedly.” 

“Does Jet have something against you?” You questioned, casting a glance at him. “Because as soon as you showed up, he looked really angry.” 

“We have some.. messy history. Some stuff that happened in high school that he can’t let go.” Zuko stared down at the ground and you nodded, taking that as a sign to not push further.

“It’s like the only guys I attract are douchebags,” you groaned, letting your head fall back to stare at the sky. “But seriously, thank you. You never know how guys like that get when you reject them.”

“Anything for you.” Zuko’s eyes widened when he realized what he said and he tried to cover it up with a cough, stammering to fix it. “B-because you’re one of my roommates! And my friend! And it’s not like I would just leave one of my friends to fend by themselves especially when they’re drunk—”

“Shhhhhh.” You waved your hand in front of his face, trying to get him to stop. “You, my good sir, talk too much.” You let out a laugh at his expression and mimicked his stance, resting your forearms against the railing and shivering a bit as a gust of wind blew by. “Just.. stand here for a little with me. Appreciate the stars,” you crooned with a flourish of your arm. 

You both stood there in comfortable silence, the sounds of the party raging behind you reduced to mere background noise as you became lost in your surroundings. It was just you, Zuko, and the sky. 

“It’s beautiful,” you mused.

“It is,” he agreed. When you glanced at him, you saw that Zuko’s eyes had never left you. Your face immediately heated up and you averted your gaze with a small smile, self-consciously brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. This time when you shivered you felt something being draped around your shoulders and your eyes widened in surprise when you saw it was Zuko giving you his jacket. You prayed to any god that would listen that he couldn’t see how flushed your cheeks were. 

“What are you doing?” 

“You did say you would borrow mine if you got cold, right?” 

You hummed thoughtfully and slipped your arms into the sleeves, already feeling warmer. Whether it was from not having your whole back exposed or wearing something of Zuko’s though, you didn’t know. “I guess I did.”

When you met his gaze again, it was like some invisible force was stopping you from looking away. All of the sounds of the party faded away, and it was like the world around you had stopped. It was just you and Zuko, and you unconsciously started leaning forward. 

You jumped and nearly screamed when you felt a buzz against your back pocket, letting out a relieved breath when you realized it was only your phone. You pulled out your phone and tried your hardest to look absorbed in it, trying to pretend like you weren’t just about to try and kiss Zuko right then. That moment was completely and wholly ruined. 

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes as you read the text on your phone and started to walk back inside. “Apparently Aang and Toph have gotten into a debate about… moral relativism? God, I have no idea why they’re talking about that at a party, or who they’re even arguing with, but apparently it’s getting heated. Wanna come with?” 

Zuko chuckled and shook his head. “I think I’ll take a few more moments out here. Parties drain me sometimes.” In truth, he needed a while to process what just happened between the two of you, what he had done. He definitely hadn’t imagined that moment, and he knew he would be thinking of your eyes and how they sparkled in the moonlight for days to come. 

“Ah, I totally get you, man. Take all the time you need, text me if you need anything!” You winked at him and ran back inside, which Zuko reciprocated with a light smile.

~~~~~~

You spent the rest of the night having a great time — drinking more shitty beer with Sokka, dancing with Katara and Toph, singing so badly to the music with Suki that you were amazed they hadn’t kicked you out, and telling stories to anyone who would listen with Aang’s assistance (you two made a great team). The only thing you needed was some time with Zuko - besides the time you spent together out on the balcony you had hardly seen him doing anything that wasn’t hanging on the outside of the party. The not-so-hushed conversations between three drunk girls and the designated driver about it went just as well as one might think. 

“Look how sad he looks! Who comes to a party just to not party?” You caught Zuko’s eye again and waved, which he returned with a smile and a small wave of his own. 

“Zuko does. He’s all ‘look at me! I’m going to show how cool and brooding I am by not doing anything. All the chicks dig it,’” Toph mocked, dropping her voice lower to imitate Zuko. 

“Toph, that is so mean! You can’t even see him.” Suki placed her hands on each side of Toph’s face which Toph immediately slapped away. “You are so beautiful. You are a beautiful blind woman, and we need to dance.” 

“Suki, why are your hands so cold- oh my GOD—” Suki grabbed Toph’s hand and pulled her into the fray, causing you to dissolve into giggles. You grabbed Katara’s shoulder and looked back over at Zuko. 

“He looks so sad, Katara! I can’t stand it!” You stared your sister in the eyes and put your other hand on her shoulder. “I’m gonna ask him to dance. I’m going to pull that beautiful man out of the shadows of his angst and I’m going to make him dance to this trashy pop song with me and bring out his happiness.”

Katara snorted and placed her hand over yours on her shoulder, casting a glance at Zuko as well. “Are you sure? I mean, I’m pretty sure the only reason he’s here is because he has to drive you guys home.”  

“My dear sister, I’m afraid to tell you that you are wrong. No one—” you gestured to yourself. “—can be sad around this.” 

You clapped Katara on the shoulder then pushed your way through the crowd until you got to Zuko, not even giving him a chance to react before you grabbed his hand and started pulling him behind you back into the center of the party. 

“What are you doing?” He yelled, having to raise his voice to be heard over the music and everyone around the two of you. 

“I’m getting you to dance with me!” You grinned, letting go of his hand and facing him once you had gotten far enough in. He looked so out of his element that your eyes softened immediately and you put your hand on his shoulder. 

“Zuko, if you’re uncomfortable then you can tell me and you can go back to what you were doing before. But please, just give this a chance for one minute. I think you’ll have fun.” 

A beat of silence passed before he nodded, and your smile returned. “Y/N, you know I’ve danced before, right?” 

“I don’t doubt it. But you haven’t danced the Y/N way.” The song conveniently changed to an upbeat, commercial pop song, and you gasped. “And this is the perfect song to start with! Come on, just follow my lead!” 

You started to dance like no one was watching, jumping up and down, waving your arms around, and doing some truly ridiculous moves. Zuko stifled a laugh and you beckoned for him to come closer. “Get in on this, man! You promised me one minute, which means one minute of this.” 

Zuko started to inch closer but you grabbed his hand once more and pulled him in, doing all of your moves from before but this time holding onto his hand. You looked so carefree, so happy, that Zuko couldn’t not do this with you. You were right that this wasn’t his scene, but he would do a lot of things if it meant seeing you like this.

Suki ran back to Katara, pulling a disheveled Toph behind her, and she gestured with her head at you and Zuko with a questioning look. “Is Zuko.. dancing? To a trashy pop song?” 

Katara chuckled and nodded. “Yep.” 

“Oh my god, is she wearing his jacket?” 

“Yep.” 

“Zuko doing things at a party and not just brooding in the corner? I think the world’s about to end,” Toph said. 

“I think my sister just has that effect on him, somehow.” Katara sighed happily, looking back at her two friends with a twinkle in her eye. You grabbed onto Zuko’s hands and pulled him closer, swinging your hands back and forth between the two of you as the song changed to a more chill beat. “I haven’t seen him smile this much in ages.” 

You ended up dancing together for a whole lot more than one minute. 

~~~~~~

“I just- I want you guys to know how much I love you. Sokka brought us to this cool ass party, Aang is a ball of literal sunshine, my girls always got my back, and Zuko gave me his jacket because I was cold. Not that I could be cold around you, because you. Are. Hot.” Your words were slightly slurred as you and your friends walked through the parking lot. and your eyes widened as you started taking it off. “Oh shit, do you want this back? I totally forgot that I was wearing it.” 

“No- no, you can keep it! I don’t mind.” Tonight had definitely changed something between you and Zuko. Your time on the balcony together, him giving you his jacket, somehow roping him into dancing like an idiot, and all these compliments that you were just throwing around? His feelings were all over the place, but it was just the party getting to him, right? You two were friends. Nothing else. But the more you flashed that smile at him, the harder it got to convince himself that was all you two were. That it was all he wanted you two to be. 

“Alright, so let me get this straight. Toph and Y/N are coming home with me to our dorm, Zuko is driving the boys back to their apartment, and Suki is abandoning us to get it on with my brother?” Katara questioned, clicking the button on her keys a few times to unlock her car. 

“I’m not abandoning you if I told you about it before we came here!” Suki and Sokka were holding hands, constantly whispering and laughing to each other the entire way out of the apartment. “You know that every party there’s a very real possibility of us going home together.” 

“Yeah, and I try not to think about it,” she said wryly as she helped Toph into the passenger seat. “Make sure they don’t do anything stupid, Zuko?” 

“I can’t make any promises. You know how they are.” 

“Hey! We are two adults in a loving relationship and we are allowed to do whatever we want—” Sokka protested, leaning against Suki for support. 

“We don’t want to hear about that, Sokka! Just— don’t mess up my part of the room, okay? And if you do anything on my bed I will ruin you.” You pointed at him accusingly and Suki gave him a big kiss. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N! It’s all gonna be fine,” Suki grinned at you and poked Sokka’s cheek, and you shook your head. 

“I’m too drunk and too sleep deprived to deal with this,” you grumbled as you climbed into the back seat of Katara’s car, nearly falling over as soon as you sat down. 

“Take care of her, okay?” Zuko muttered to Katara as he walked past her. She mock saluted and grinned. 

“As if I’m capable of anything else.” 

Through the window you could see Aang and Zuko talking about something while you left the parking lot, but you couldn’t hear them. “Whaddya think they’re talking about?” 

“It’s probably nothing,” Katara said with a smile. 

~~~~~~

Soon, you, Katara, and Toph were all back at the dorm, sitting on the floor talking together. It had been a long time since you had gotten some girl time, and no other time was better than after partying your heart out. 

You pulled out your phone and stared at it, tuning out Katara and Toph as they started going on about one of their classes. You had an internal conversation with yourself, then unlocked it and went to your messages. Drunk you was taking control, and drunk you was not the smartest.

[shortnotsweet]

Bakudeku: A Non-Comprehensive Dissection of the Exploitation of Working Bodies, the Murder of Annoying Children, and a Rivals-to-Lovers Complex

I. Bakudeku in Canon, And Why Anti’s Need to Calm the Fuck Down

II. Power is Power: the Brain-Melting Process of Normalization and Toxic Masculinity

III. How to Kill Middle Schoolers, and Why We Should

IV. Parallels in Abuse, EnemiesRivals-to-Lovers, and the Necessity of Redemption ft. ATLA’s Zuko

V. Give it to Me Straight. It’s Homophobic.

VI. Love in Perspective, from the East v. West

VII. Stuck in the Sludge, the Past, and Season One

Disclaimer

It needs to be said that there is definitely a place for disagreement, discourse, debate, and analysis: that is a sign of an active fandom that’s heavily invested, and not inherently a bad thing at all. Considering the amount of source material we do have (from the manga, to the anime, to the movies, to the light novels, to the official art), there are going to be warring interpretations, and that’s inevitable.

I started watching and reading MHA pretty recently, and just got into the fandom. I was weary for a reason, and honestly, based on what I’ve seen, I’m still weary now. I’ve seen a lot of anti posts, and these are basically my thoughts. This entire thing is in no way comprehensive, and it’s my own opinion, so take it with a grain of salt. If I wanted to be thorough about this, I would’ve included manga panels, excerpts from the light novel, shots from the anime, links to other posts/essays/metas that have inspired this, etc. but I’m tired and not about that life right now, so, this is what it is. This is poorly organized, but maybe I’ll return to fix it.

Let’s begin.

Bakudeku in Canon, And Why Anti’s Need to Calm the Fuck Down

There are a lot of different reasons, that can be trivial as you like, to ship or not to ship two (or more) characters. It could be based purely off of character design, proximity, aversion to another ship, or hypotheticals. And I do think that it’s totally valid if someone dislikes the ship or can’t get on board with his character because to them, it does come across as abuse, and the implications make them uncomfortable or, or it just feels unhealthy. If that is your takeaway, and you are going to stick to your guns, the more power to you.

But Bakudeku’s relationship has canonically progressed to the point where it’s not the emotionally (or physically) abusive clusterfuck some people portray it to be, and it’s cheap to assume that it would be, based off of their characterizations as middle schoolers. Izuku intentionally opens the story as a naive little kid who views the lens of the Hero society through rose colored glasses and arguably wants nothing more than assimilation into that society; Bakugou is a privileged little snot who embodies the worst and most hypocritical beliefs of this system. Both of them are intentionally proven wrong. Both are brainwashed, as many little children are, by the propaganda and societal norms that they are exposed to. Both of their arcs include unlearning crucial aspects of the Hero ideology in order to become true heroes.

I will personally never simp for Bakugou because for the longest time, I couldn't help but think of him as a little kid on the playground screaming at the top of his lungs because someone else is on the swingset. He’s red in the face, there are probably veins popping out of his neck, he’s losing it. It’s easy to see why people would prefer Tododeku to Bakudeku.

Even now, seeing him differently, I still personally wouldn’t date Bakugou, especially if I had other options. Why? I probably wouldn’t want to date any of the guys who bullied me, especially because I think that schoolyard bullying, even in middle school, affected me largely in a negative way and created a lot of complexes I’m still trying to work through. I haven’t built a better relationship with them, and I’m not obligated to. Still, I associate them with the kind of soft trauma that they inflicted upon me, and while to them it was probably impersonal, to me, it was an intimate sort of attack that still affects me. That being said, that is me. Those are my personal experiences, and while they could undoubtedly influence how I interpret relationships, I do not want to project and hinder my own interpretation of Deku.

The reality is that Deku himself has an innate understanding of Bakugou that no one else does; I mention later that he seems to understand his language, implicitly, and I do stand by that. He understands what it is he’s actually trying to say, often why he’s saying it, and while others may see him as wimpy or unable to stand up for himself, that’s simply not true. Part of Deku’s characterization is that he is uncommonly observant and empathetic; I’m not denying that Bakugou caused harm or inflicted damage, but infantilizing Deku and preaching about trauma that’s not backed by canon and then assuming random people online excuse abuse is just...the leap of leaps, and an actual toxic thing to do. I’ve read fan works where Bakugou is a bully, and that’s all, and has caused an intimate degree of emotional, mental, and physical insecurity from their middle school years that prevents their relationship from changing, and that’s for the better. I’m not going to argue and say that it’s not an interesting take, or not valid, or has no basis, because it does. Its basis is the character that Bakugou was in middle school, and the person he was when he entered UA.

Not only is Bakugou — the current Bakugou, the one who has accumulated memories and experiences and development — not the same person he was at the beginning of the story, but Deku is not the same person, either. Maybe who they are fundamentally, at their core, stays the same, but at the beginning and end of any story, or even their arcs within the story, the point is that characters will undergo change, and that the reader will gain perspective.

“You wanna be a hero so bad? I’ve got a time-saving idea for you. If you think you’ll have a quirk in your next life...go take a swan dive off the roof!”

Yes. That is a horrible thing to tell someone, even if you are a child, even if you don’t understand the implications, even if you don’t mean what it is you are saying. Had someone told me that in middle school, especially given our history and the context of our interactions, I don’t know if I would ever have forgiven them.

Here’s the thing: I’m not Deku. Neither is anyone reading this. Deku is a fictional character, and everyone we know about him is extrapolated from source material, and his response to this event follows:

“Idiot! If I really jumped, you’d be charged with bullying me into suicide! Think before you speak!”

I think it’s unfair to apply our own projections as a universal rather than an interpersonal interpretation; that’s not to say that the interpretation of Bakudeku being abusive or having unbalanced power dynamics isn’t valid, or unfounded, but rather it’s not a universal interpretation, and it’s not canon. Deku is much more of a verbal thinker; in comparison, Bakugou is a visual one, at least in the format of the manga, and as such, we get various panels demonstrating his guilt, and how deep it runs. His dialogue and rapport with Deku has undeniably shifted, and it’s very clear that the way they treat each other has changed from when they were younger. Part of Bakugou’s growth is him gaining self awareness, and eventually, the strength to wield that. He knows what a fucked up little kid he was, and he carries the weight of that.

“At that moment, there were no thoughts in my head. My body just moved on its own.”

There’s a part of me that really, really disliked Bakugou going into it, partially because of what I’d seen and what I’d heard from a limited, outside perspective. I felt like Bakugou embodied the toxic masculinity (and to an extent, I still believe that) and if he won in some way, that felt like the patriarchy winning, so I couldn't help but want to muzzle and leash him before releasing him into the wild.

The reality, however, of his character in canon is that it isn’t very accurate to assume that he would be an abusive partner in the future, or that Midoryia has not forgiven him to some extent already, that the two do not care about each other or are singularly important, that they respect each other, or that the narrative has forgotten any of this.

Don’t mistake me for a Bakugou simp or apologist. I’m not, but while I definitely could also see Tododeku (and I have a soft spot for them, too, their dynamic is totally different and unique, and Todoroki is arguably treated as the tritagonist) and I’m ambivalent about Izuocha (which is written as cannoncially romantic) I do believe that canonically, Bakugou and Deku are framed as soulmates/character foils, Sasuke + Naruto, Kageyama + Hinata style. Their relationship is arguably the focus of the series. That’s not to undermine the importance or impact of Deku’s relationships with other characters, and theirs with him, but in terms of which one takes priority, and which one this all hinges on?

The manga is about a lot of things, yes, but if it were to be distilled into one relationship, buckle up, because it’s the Bakudeku show.

Power is Power: the Brain-Melting Process of Normalization and Toxic Masculinity

One of the ways in which the biopolitical prioritization of Quirks is exemplified within Hero society is through Quirk marriages. Endeavor partially rationalizes the abuse of his family through the creation of a child with the perfect quirk, a child who can be molded into the perfect Hero. People with powerful, or useful abilities, are ranked high on the hierarchy of power and privilege, and with a powerful ability, the more opportunities and avenues for success are available to them.

For the most part, Bakugou is a super spoiled, privileged little rich kid who is born talented but is enabled for his aggressive behavior and, as a child, cannot move past his many internalized complexes, treats his peers like shit, and gets away with it because the hero society he lives in either has this “boys will be boys” mentality, or it’s an example of the way that power, or Power, is systematically prioritized in this society. The hero system enables and fosters abusers, people who want power and publicity, and people who are genetically predisposed to have advantages over others. There are plenty of good people who believe in and participate in this system, who want to be good, and who do good, but that doesn’t change the way that the hero society is structured, the ethical ambiguity of the Hero Commission, and the way that Heroes are but pawns, idols with machine guns, used to sell merch to the public, to install faith in the government, or the current status quo, and reinforce capitalist propaganda. Even All Might, the epitome of everything a Hero should be, is drained over the years, and exists as a concept or idea, when in reality he is a hollow shell with an entire person inside, struggling to survive. Hero society is functionally dependent on illusion.

In Marxist terms: There is no truth, there is only power.

Although Bakugou does change, and I think that while he regrets his actions, what is long overdue is him verbally expressing his remorse, both to himself and Deku. One might argue that he’s tried to do it in ways that are compatible with his limited emotional range of expression, and Deku seems to understand this language implicitly.

I am of the opinion that the narrative is building up to a verbal acknowledgement, confrontation, and subsequent apology that only speaks what has gone unspoken.

That being said, Bakugou is a great example of the way that figures of authority (parents, teachers, adults) and institutions both in the real world and this fictional universe reward violent behavior while also leaving mental and emotional health — both his own and of the people Bakugou hurts — unchecked, and part of the way he lashes out at others is because he was never taught otherwise.

And by that, I’m referring to the ways that are to me, genuinely disturbing. For example, yelling at his friends is chill. But telling someone to kill themselves, even casually and without intent and then misinterpreting everything they do as a ploy to make you feel weak because you're projecting? And having no teachers stop and intervene, either because they are afraid of you or because they value the weight that your Quirk can benefit society over the safety of children? That, to me, is both real and disturbing.

Not only that, but his parents (at least, Mitsuki), respond to his outbursts with more outbursts, and while this is likely the culture of their home and I hesitate to call it abusive, I do think that it contributed to the way that he approaches things. Bakugou as a character is very complex, but I think that he is primarily an example of the way that the Hero System fails people.

I don’t think we can write off the things he’s done, especially using the line of reasoning that “He didn’t mean it that way”, because in real life, children who hurt others rarely mean it like that either, but that doesn’t change the effect it has on the people who are victimized, but to be absolutely fair, I don’t think that the majority of Bakudeku shippers, at least now, do use that line of reasoning. Most of them seem to have a handle on exactly how fucked up the Hero society is, and exactly why it fucks up the people embedded within that society.

The characters are positioned in this way for a reason, and the discoveries made and the development that these characters undergo are meant to reveal more about the fictional world — and, perhaps, our world — as the narrative progresses.

The world of the Hero society is dependent, to some degree, on biopolitics. I don’t think we have enough evidence to suggest that people with Quirks or Quirkless people place enough identity or placement within society to become equivalent to marginalized groups, exactly, but we can draw parallels to the way that Deku and by extent Quirkless people are viewed as weak, a deviation, or disabled in some way. Deviants, or non-productive bodies, are shunned for their inability to perform ideal labor. While it is suggested to Deku that he could become a police officer or pursue some other occupation to help people, he believes that he can do the most positive good as a Hero. In order to be a Hero, however, in the sense of a career, one needs to have Power.

Deviation from the norm will be punished or policed unless it is exploitable; in order to become integrated into society, a deviant must undergo a process of normalization and become a working, exploitable body. It is only through gaining power from All Might that Deku is allowed to assimilate from the margins and into the upper ranks of society; the manga and the anime give the reader enough perspective, context, and examples to allow us to critique and deconstruct the society that is solely reliant on power.

Through his societal privileges, interpersonal biases, internalized complexes, and his subsequent unlearning of these ideologies, Bakugou provides examples of the way that the system simultaneously fails and indoctrinates those who are targeted, neglected, enabled by, believe in, and participate within the system.

Bakudeku are two sides of the same coin. We are shown visually that the crucial turning point and fracture in their relationship is when Bakugou refuses to take Deku’s outstretched hand; the idea of Deku offering him help messes with his adolescent perspective in that Power creates a hierarchy that must be obeyed, and to be helped is to be weak is to be made a loser.

Largely, their character flaws in terms of understanding the hero society are defined and entangled within the concept of power. Bakugou has power, or privilege, but does not have the moral character to use it as a hero, and believes that Power, or winning, is the only way in which to view life. Izuku has a much better grasp on the way in which heroes wield power (their ideologies can, at first, be differentiated as winning vs. saving), and is a worthy successor because of this understanding, and of circumstance. However, in order to become a Hero, our hero must first gain the Power that he lacks, and learn to wield it.

As the characters change, they bridge the gaps of their character deficiencies, and are brought closer together through character parallelism.

Two sides of the same coin, an outstretched hand.

They are better together.

How to Kill Middle Schoolers, and Why We Should

I think it’s fitting that in the manga, a critical part of Bakugou’s arc explicitly alludes to killing the middle school version of himself in order to progress into a young adult. In the alternative covers Horikoshi released, one of them was a close up of Bakugou in his middle school uniform, being stabbed/impaled, with blood rolling out of his mouth. Clearly this references the scene in which he sacrifices himself to save Deku, on a near-instinctual level.

To me, this only cements Horikoshi’s intent that middle school Bakugou must be debunked, killed, discarded, or destroyed in order for Bakugou the hero to emerge, which is why people who do actually excuse his actions or believe that those actions define him into young adulthood don’t really understand the necessity for change, because they seem to imply that he doesn’t need/cannot reach further growth, and there doesn’t need to be a separation between the Bakugou who is, at heart, volatile and repressed the angry, and the Bakugou who sacrifices himself, a hero who saves people.

Plot twist: there does need to be a difference. Further plot twist: there is a difference.

In sacrificing himself for Deku, Bakugou himself doesn't die, but the injury is fatal in the sense that it could've killed him physically and yet symbolizes the selfish, childish part of him that refused to accept Deku, himself, and the inevitability of change. In killing those selfish remnants, he could actually become the kind of hero that we the reader understand to be the true kind.

That’s why I think that a lot of the people who stress his actions as a child without acknowledging the ways he has changed, grown, and tried to fix what he has broken don’t really get it, because it was always part of his character arc to change and purposely become something different and better. If the effects of his worst and his most childish self stick with you more, and linger despite that, that’s okay. But distilling his character down to the wrong elements doesn’t get you the bare essentials; what it gets you is a skewed and shallow version of a person. If you’re okay with that version, that is also fine.

But you can’t condemn others who aren’t fine with that incomplete version, and to become enraged that others do not see him as you do is childish.

Bakugou’s change and the emphasis on that change is canon.

Parallels in Abuse, EnemiesRivals-to-Lovers, and the Necessity of Redemption ft. ATLA’s Zuko

In real life, the idea that “oh, he must bully you because he likes you” is often used as a way to brush aside or to excuse the action of bullying itself, as if a ‘secret crush’ somehow negates the effects of bullying on the victim or the inability of the bully to properly process and manifest their emotions in certain ways. It doesn’t. It often enables young boys to hurt others, and provides figures of authority to overlook the real source of schoolyard bullying or peer review. The “secret crush”, in real life, is used to undermine abuse, justify toxic masculinity, and is essentially used as a non-solution solution.

A common accusation is that Bakudeku shippers jump on the pairing because they romanticize pairing a bully and a victim together, or believe that the only way for Bakugou to atone for his past would be to date Midoryia in the future. This may be true for some people, in which case, that’s their own preference, but based on my experience and what I’ve witnessed, that’s not the case for most.

The difference being is that as these are characters, we as readers or viewers are meant to analyze them. Not to justify them, or to excuse their actions, but we are given the advantage of the outsider perspective to piece their characters together in context, understand why they are how they are, and witness them change; maybe I just haven’t been exposed to enough of the fandom, but no one (I’ve witnessed) treats the idea that “maybe Bakugou has feelings he can’t process or understand and so they manifest in aggressive and unchecked ways'' as a solution to his inability to communicate or process in a healthy way, rather it is just part of the explanation of his character, something is needs to — and is — working through. The solution to his middle school self is not the revelation of a “teehee, secret crush”, but self-reflection, remorse, and actively working to better oneself, which I do believe is canonically reflected, especially as of recently.

In canon, they are written to be partners, better together than apart, and I genuinely believe that one can like the Bakudeku dynamic not by route of romanticization but by observation.

I do think we are meant to see parallels between him and Endeavor; Endeavor is a high profile abuser who embodies the flaws and hypocrisy of the hero system. Bakugou is a schoolyard bully who emulates and internalizes the flaws of this system as a child, likely due to the structure of the society and the way that children will absorb the propaganda they are exposed to; the idea that Quirks, or power, define the inherent value of the individual, their ability to contribute to society, and subsequently their fundamental human worth. The difference between them is the fact that Endeavor is the literal adult who is fully and knowingly active within a toxic, corrupt system who forces his family to undergo a terrifying amount of trauma and abuse while facing little to no consequences because he knows that his status and the values of their society will protect him from those consequences. In other words, Endeavor is the threat of what Bakugou could have, and would have, become without intervention or genuine change.

Comparisons between characters, as parallels or foils, are tricky in that they imply but cannot confirm sameness. Having parallels with someone does not make them the same, by the way, but can serve to illustrate contrasts, or warnings. Harry Potter, for example, is meant to have obvious parallels with Tom Riddle, with similar abilities, and tragic upbringings. That doesn’t mean Harry grows up to become Lord Voldemort, but rather he helps lead a cross-generational movement to overthrow the facist regime. Harry is offered love, compassion, and friends, and does not embrace the darkness within or around him. As far as moldy old snake men are concerned, they do not deserve a redemption arc because they do not wish for one, and the truest of change only occurs when you actively try to change.

To be frank, either way, Bakugou was probably going to become a good Hero, in the sense that Endeavor is a ‘good’ Hero. Hero capitalized, as in a pro Hero, in the sense that it is a career, an occupation, and a status. Because of his strong Quirk, determination, skill, and work ethic, Bakugou would have made a good Hero. Due to his lack of character, however, he was not on the path to become a hero; defender of the weak, someone who saves people to save people, who is willing to make sacrifices detrimental to themselves, who saves people out of love.

It is necessary for him to undergo both a redemption arc and a symbolic death and rebirth in order for him to follow the path of a hero, having been inspired and prompted by Deku.

I personally don’t really like Endeavor’s little redemption arc, not because I don’t believe that people can change or that they shouldn't at least try to atone for the atrocities they have committed, but because within any narrative, a good redemption arc is important if it matters; what also matters is the context of that arc, and whether or not it was needed. For example, in ATLA, Zuko’s redemption arc is widely regarded as one of the best arcs in television history, something incredible. And it is. That shit fucks. In a good way.

It was confirmed that Azula was also going to get a redemption arc, had Volume 4 gone on as planned, and it was tentatively approached in the comics, which are considered canon. She is an undeniably bad person (who is willing to kill, threaten, exploit, and colonize), but she is also a child, and as viewers, we witness and recognize the factors that contributed to her (debatable) sociopathy, and the way that the system she was raised in failed her. Her family failed her; even Uncle Iroh, the wise mentor who helps guide Zuko to see the light, is willing to give up on her immediately, saying that she’s “crazy” and needs to be “put down”. Yes, it’s comedic, and yes, it’s pragmatic, but Azula is fourteen years old. Her mother is banished, her father is a psychopath, and her older brother, from her perspective, betrayed and abandoned her. She doesn’t have the emotional support that Zuko does; she exploits and controls her friends because it’s all she’s been taught to do; she says herself, her “own mother thought [she] was a monster; she was right, of course, but it still [hurts]”. A parent who does not believe in you, or a parent that uses you and will hurt you, is a genuine indicator of trauma.

The writers understood that both Zuko and Azula deserved redemption arcs. One was arguably further gone than the other, but that doesn’t change the fact that they are both children, products of their environment, who have the time, motive, and reason to change.

In contrast, you know who wouldn’t have deserved a redemption arc? Ozai. That simply would not have been interesting, wouldn’t have served the narrative well, and honestly, is not needed, thematically or otherwise. Am I comparing Ozai to Endeavor? Basically, yes. Fuck those guys. I don’t see a point in Endeavor’s little “I want to be a good dad now” arc, and I think that we don’t need to sympathize with characters in order to understand them or be interested in them. I want Touya/Dabi to expose his abuse, for his career to crumble, and then for him to die.

If they are not challenging the system that we the viewer are meant to question, and there is no thematic relevance to their redemption, is it even needed?

On that note, am I saying that Bakugou is the equivalent to Zuko? No, lmao. Definitely not. They are different characters with different progressions and different pressures. What I am saying is that good redemption arcs shouldn’t be handed out like candy to babies; it is the quality, rather than the quantity, that makes a redemption arc good. In terms of the commentary of the narrative, who needs a redemption arc, who is deserving, and who does it make sense to give one to?

In this case, Bakugou checks those boxes. It was always in the cards for him to change, and he has. In fact, he’s still changing.

Give it to Me Straight. It’s Homophobic.

There does seem to be an urge to obsessively gender either Bakugou or Deku, in making Deku the ultra-feminine, stereotypically hyper-sexualized “woman” of the relationship, with Bakugou becoming similarly sexualized but depicted as the hyper-masculine bodice ripper. On some level, that feels vaguely homophobic if not straight up misogynistic, in that in a gay relationship there’s an urge to compel them to conform under heteronormative stereotypes in order to be interpreted as real or functional. On one hand, I will say that in a lot of cases it feels like more of an expression of a kink, or fetishization and subsequent expression of internalized misogyny, at least, rather than a genuine exploration of the complexity and power imbalances of gender dynamics, expression, and boundaries.

That being said, I don’t think that that problematic aspect of shipping is unique to Bakudeku, or even to the fandom in general. We’ve all read fan work or see fanart of most gay ships in a similiar manner, and I think it’s a broader issue to be addressed than blaming it on a singular ship and calling it a day.

One interpretation of Bakugou’s character is his repression and the way his character functions under toxic masculinity, in a society’s egregious disregard for mental and emotional health (much like in the real world), the horrifying ways in which rage is rationalized or excused due to the concept of masculinity, and the way that characteristics that are associated with femininity — intellect, empathy, anxiety, kindness, hesitation, softness — are seen as stereotypically “weak”, and in men, traditionally emasculating. In terms of the way that the fictional universe is largely about societal priority and power dynamics between individuals and the way that extends to institutions, it’s not a total stretch to guess that gender as a construct is a relevant topic to expand on or at least keep in mind for comparison.

I think that the way in which characters are gendered and the extent to which that is a result of invasive heteronormativity and fetishization is a really important conversation to have, but using it as a case-by-case evolution of a ship used to condemn people isn’t conductive, and at that point, it’s treated as less of a real concern but an issue narrowly weaponised.

Love in Perspective, from the East v. West

Another thing I think could be elaborated on and written about in great detail is the way that the Eastern part of the fandom and the Western part of the fandom have such different perspectives on Bakudeku in particular. I am not going to go in depth with this, and there are many other people who could go into specifics, but just as an overview:

The manga and the anime are created for and targeted at a certain audience; our take on it will differ based on cultural norms, decisions in translation, understanding of the genre, and our own region-specific socialization. This includes the way in which we interpret certain relationships, the way they resonate with us, and what we do and do not find to be acceptable. Of course, this is not a case-by-case basis, and I’m sure there are plenty of people who hold differing beliefs within one area, but speaking generally, there is a reason that Bakudeku is not regarded as nearly as problematic in the East.

Had this been written by a Western creator, marketed primarily to and within the West (for reference, while I am Chinese, but I have lived in the USA for most of my life, so my own perspective is undoubtedly westernized), I would’ve immediately jumped to make comparisons between the Hero System and the American police system, in that a corrupt, or bastardized system is made no less corrupt for the people who do legitimately want to do good and help people, when that system disproportionately values and targets others while relying on propaganda that society must be reliant on that system in order to create safe communities when in reality it perpetuates just as many issues as it appears to solve, not to mention the way it attracts and rewards violent and power-hungry people who are enabled to abuse their power. I think comparisons can still be made, but in terms of analysis, it should be kept in mind that the police system in other parts of the world do not have the same history, place, and context as it does in America, and the police system in Japan, for example, probably wasn’t the basis for the Hero System.

As much as I do believe in the Death of the Author in most cases, the intent of the author does matter when it comes to content like this, if merely on the basis that it provides context that we may be missing as foreign viewers.

As far as the intent of the author goes, Bakugou is on a route of redemption.

He deserves it. It is unavoidable. That, of course, may depend on where you’re reading this.

Stuck in the Sludge, the Past, and Season One

If there’s one thing, to me, that epitomizes middle school Bakugou, it’s him being trapped in a sludge monster, rescued by his Quirkless childhood friend, and unable to believe his eyes. He clings to the ideology he always has, that Quirkless means weak, that there’s no way that Deku could have grown to be strong, or had the capacity to be strong all along. Bakugou is wrong about this, and continuously proven wrong. It is only when he accepts that he is wrong, and that Deku is someone to follow, that he starts his real path to heroics.

If Bakudeku’s relationship does not appeal to someone for whatever reason, there’s nothing wrong with that. They can write all they want about why they don’t ship it, or why it bothers them, or why they think it’s problematic. If it is legitimately triggering to you, then by all means, avoid it, point it out, etc. but do not undermine the reality of abuse simply to point fingers, just because you don’t like a ship. People who intentionally use the anti tag knowing it’ll show up in the main tag, go after people who are literally minding their own business, and accuse people of supporting abuse are the ones looking for a fight, and they’re annoying as hell because they don’t bring anything to the table. No evidence, no analysis, just repeated projection.

To clarify, I’m referring to a specific kind of shipper, not someone who just doesn’t like a ship, but who is so aggressive about it for absolutely no reason. There are plenty of very lovely people in this fandom, who mind their own business, multipship, or just don’t care.

Calling shippers dumb or braindead or toxic (to clarify, this isn’t targeting any one person I’ve seen, but a collective) based on projections and generalizations that come entirely from your own impression of the ship rather than observation is...really biased to me, and comes across as uneducated and trigger happy, rather than constructive or helpful in any way.

I’m not saying someone has to ship anything, or like it, in order to be a ‘good’ participant. But inserting derogatory material into a main tag, and dropping buzzwords with the same tired backing behind it without seeming to understand the implications of those words or acknowledging the development, pacing, and intentional change to the characters within the plot is just...I don’t know, it comes across as redundant, to me at least, and very childish. Aggressive. Toxic. Problematic. Maybe the real toxic shippers were the ones who bitched and moaned along the way. They’re like little kids, stuck in the past, unable to visualize or recognize change, and I think that’s a real shame because it’s preventing them from appreciating the story or its characters as it is, in canon.

But that’s okay, really. To each their own. Interpretations will vary, preferences differ, perspectives are not uniform. There is no one truth. There are five seasons of the show, a feature film, and like, thirty volumes as of this year.

All I’m saying is that if you want to stay stuck in the first season of each character, then that’s what you’re going to get. That’s up to you.

This may be edited or revised.

[osir-ethria]

.... Debating on whether or not I should do something other than the Schneeblings...

Well here’s another thing about them anyway.

Whitley loves fashion and designing with a much more creative aspect to clothing. Jacques however found out and called it far to feminine and that he should be focusing business and other things (minus fighting).

Winter would always let Whitley choose the dress she would wear to business meeting with Jacques and tell him about the guests reactions and how many compliments she got because of his choice. She did this in the form of a letter that Klein would hand Whitley because if she was seen anywhere near Whitley he would be reprimanded by their father. She’d first give him a list on what the event was about, how she was to be represented, and if Jacques was there to enjoy himself a little or purely just business.

This helped Whitley with his look when he went out on formal events and got to choose. (This is me saying please change his outfit for once. Maybe inspired by Weiss?)

Even though Winter never directly told Weiss but Whitley was the one who designed her outfits minus the Volume 7 one... I’d have to say Weiss looks good but like, the pounds of hair in that braid is unnecessary. She has a lot of hair but why make it not proportional to the rest of the head. Other than that she actually picked up a few things from Whitley just by studying what she’s been wearing.

After the half of the group that got to Vacuo arrives at the main kingdom they need new gear. The Atlas gear is going to give them a heat stroke. They are trying to decide what to do and they see an obviously emotionally unavailable Winter write a few things down, hand it to Whitley, and tells him to go all out.

Later she explains the whole fashion thing with them and tells them that if they’d trust him with their outfit designs to just list necessities, color schemes, any requirements that’ll help with how they fight, and what style of clothing they are comfortable or uncomfortable with. When Whitley receives these papers from the group he starts crying, they aren’t seeing it as weird and actually trust him with it. Remember, Jacques hated this side of Whitley.

Whitley works with Pietro to design the new gear and everyone loves it. Comfortable, looks good, and does its job. I also remember that the Schnee dust company doesn’t only have dust mines in Atlas even though it was the majority, there are some all over Remnent. (This is from the World of Remnent episode Rooster Teeth did about the Schnee Dust Company.) The Schnees however stay with the refugees instead of going somewhere else so they can help them. They also have enough money to help provide for the refugees like buying tents, getting food and water, and any other necessity. Whitley gets a good feeling from helping and not keeping it all to himself.

Whitley better ask Winter to train him or Winter forcefully teaches him because she can’t handle losing another sibling. This is just with a sword he hasn’t gotten his semblance yet.

He’s smarter than a lot think he should be, the only thing that’s stopping him from being a huntsman is how young he is, like I would prefer if he was around Oscar’s age, and he’s not of the physical or aura capability of a huntsman. You could argue Jaune was like that but Jaune was of the age to go to beacon, had a weapon, and was physically fit to the point he could play it off as maybe going to the school. The only thing he was lacking was skill which was remedied by Pyrrha.

Whitley hasn’t had any of that but I wouldn’t doubt that he’d be a good fit. I can imagine him trying to use his left hand but it doesn’t work out so he forces himself to switch and it works but he wanted to use his left hand for that. He’s not as nimble as Weiss but more so than Winter so he’s slowly forming into a mix. Best part would be he keeps his sarcastic attitude and teasing only being serious in serious situations.

I think all Schnees are brutally honest with everything but understand and feel bad when they hurt someone who hasn’t done anything bad to them or has gotten on their nerves. If they are misunderstood for what they say and they know it wouldn’t be easy to understand said topic they go soft and attempt to explain, Winter and Penny at the Schnee manor in Vol 7.

I also like to think that each of them are slightly gifted in the others area of art. Whitley is better with design, art, and visual concepts.

Weiss is better musical and hearing as well as being able to take quickly to anything she was forced to learn by Jacques or genuinely wanted to know. Weiss and Whitley also share common interest in design from a mathematical stand point because it gets their motors going which was derived from Jacques trying to control them and force how they think, what they do, and what’s going on.

Winter is more about art through movement. She taught Weiss how to dance and is probably the only person who could stand a chance against Yang with Martial Arts. With her being the most controlling of her emotions she could easily do acting which she was forced to do while in school before Atlas Academy.

Whitley learnt how to play the piano from Weiss with videos Klein recorded where Weiss explained how to play. This was an assignment by Jacques to prove she was practicing but Whitley caught them once and asked Klein if he could see the videos. Jacques thought he had the natural talent for the piano, nah he just practiced a lot with Weiss’s help.

Winter hasn’t listened to any of Weiss’ personal songs. By personal I mean the RWBY soundtracks. I head canon that those songs are Weiss describing their journey and how she believes their friends, enemies, and family feels.

I like the idea that Weiss’s songs were used as protest. Now Winter has heard a few she just never put two and two together that that was Weiss singing since she always had a soft pitched opera voice. Well not until she heard someone in the refugee camp blast This Life Is Mine which included the more opera segment. That broke Winter. The idea was on a head canon post but I forgot the name and I’ve liked to many posts to the point I doubt I’ll find it.

Whitley got two copies of Weiss’s songs, using a bit of money for himself and Winter there, and as a bonding activity between them and if they ever feel stressed listen to her music and voice. This is how Whitley realized that Jacques had been lying to him about his sisters just abandoning him and not caring for him at all that they left him, but rather Jacques pulled him away from Winter to ensure he wouldn’t end up like Weiss. This Life Is Mine hits close to Whitley as for Winter as much as she agrees with Whitley that it hits close she knows that Weiss’s song Path to Isolation hits more for her.

Weiss had managed to submit War, Until The End, and Fear to the people who published her songs before everything the evacuation using Pietro. Pietro questioned why and she just gave a quick summary, not explaining everything but just enough. Those publishers got though the portals and with the help of Whitley and the Schnee money got Weiss’s ‘final’ track out.

The songs are played everyday which was new for the Atlesians that survived compared to the survivors in Mantle. No one expected Weiss to be so defiant and see how abusive Jacques was to her and which they can assume the rest of the family. How they weren’t picture perfect.

......... I should stop now. Written to much again. I’ll most likely try to find the post with the idea that Weiss’s song were used as songs of retaliation in Mantle. If I do I’m going to reboot it so here me go, deep diving.

[stonesparrow]

For the dr.stone x atla crossover I feel that even if Hyoga is or was a soldier in the fire army he wouldn’t have liked the idea of a nations worth of centuries of knowledge pasted down through generations being wiped of the face of the earth.

I just had a thought Hyoga could be a soldier in the fire army but he could also be a master instructor at his own dojo he inherited from his master kinda like master Piandao. He’s still a fire bender though.

Also I think I would be a cute and funny plot twist if he has a daughter who is still young but old enough to help fight and strong enough to thanks her dad training her. I think he’d be the same tough and cold character he is but he’s surprisingly tender, caring, gental, and kind to her in his own way that would just make the characters in the dr.stone universe jaws hit the floor lol.

Ah, you do have a point with Hyoga likely being disappointed that the knowledge of airbending was lost to genocide - all those ancient techniques would probably be really fascinating to him as a martial artist. Though I can also see him buying into the Fire Nation’s imperialist message of “we are the strongest nation, so we should rule over all the weaker nations.”

I like your idea that Hyoga is a fighting instructor, with his values he’d probably be something like Zuko in skillset - he puts a lot of effort into firebending, but also into spearfighting since he deeply respects the nonbender master who taught it to him. At the same time he has no time for people who either don’t take it seriously or are too weak to make a difference.

(More under the cut because this got long)

Him having a kid is an interesting plot twist and while it’s more twisty than I’d expect, I’m kind of intrigued by the potential it has. Though that also brings up the question of who the kid’s mom is, and when the kid was born (I estimate Hyoga’s age in DCST to be around 20-22). Homura maybe? Like...perhaps Hyoga and Homura were both fairly high class and had an arranged marriage, but while Homura fell in love with him as they grew up together Hyoga only respected her as a friend and fellow fighter.

And then if they had a daughter (maybe pressured by both their parents to produce an heir of some sort) it could make them both more complex characters. If the kid was really strong though I’d lean more towards an Ozai-Azula like dynamic with Hyoga impressing his values of “only the strong and skilled deserve to live,” onto her. Plus if we’re keeping relative canon ages then I’d estimate Homura to be 20, Hyoga to be 22, and their daughter to be 2 by the time Team Avatar shows up in the Fire Nation to do their thing.

However...I can see some potential with the kid turning out physically weak, and that throwing Hyoga’s values into wack.

Let’s say the toddler was born healthy and strong and an assessment by some Fire Sages said that she’d become an extremely powerful bender - this pleases Hyoga, since he can’t imagine having fathered a weak child with him and Homura’s combined firebending ability. And indeed, by the time the kid is two she shows signs of firebending power well beyond her age group, with Hyoga planning to train her into an extraordinarily strong warrior.

Except with such a strong fire at such a young age, the little girl suddenly falls terribly ill, having raging fevers and struggling to breathe. Hyoga’s ideals would tell him that such an ill child will die, and that’s that, the weak and ill perish while the strong survive. But he finds himself insisting that the kid will survive, because she’s strong, she has to survive. She’ll recover and become the strongest firebender this side of the Nation, not die a weakling.

Some time later, the Gaang shows up to Hyoga’s town to resupply. Pre-Zuko joining but maybe somewhere between meeting Piandao and encountering Combustion Man? Aang decides to visit the local firebending dojo (rip Sokka’s nerves) because hey, he wants to see some firebending techniques from actual benders, and he can tooooootally handle staying low key this time, honest! He encounters Hyoga and gets a fair bit intimidated by him, though Hyoga seems to approve of “Kuzon’s” highly adaptive martial arts style.

At some point, a messenger comes and Hyoga slips away. Being nosy, Aang follows them and catches enough of the conversation to determine that there’s a sick kid living in that fancy mansion, and relays his concerns to the Gaang. Katara immediately wants to investigate further - Sokka is again very stressed but understands that he can’t stop his sister once she’s made a decision (plus this is post Painted Lady and Katara is even more determined not to let children suffer if she can do anything about it). But when she tries the front entrance, the guards won’t let her in, even when she says she’s a healer. In fact, they deny that there’s a sick child at all, while Aang insists he didn’t hear wrong.

So Aang and Katara, ever the problem solvers, break into the mansion (airbending is super useful!) and find the kid’s bedroom. Katara assesses the patient - she determines that even with her waterbending, the kid will likely suffer from complications her whole life due to the damage she’s already sustained. Hyoga suddenly appears, asking them how they got into his house (he’s actually very curious, since they seemed to enter silently and without alerting anyone). When Katara excuses herself and says she’s a healer from the colonies (Aang’s explanation for how Katara has “special healing techniques unlike any other”) and just wanted to help, Hyoga says that he doesn’t need a healer, and that the girl will recover soon. Katara starts to argue and Hyoga starts insinuating that he could easily beat her in combat, when Homura shows up, pleading with Katara to save her daughter.

Hyoga and Homura start arguing, with Homura saying this may be their last chance and Hyoga saying that a true daughter of his would be able to fight off the sickness alone. Homura eventually asks if he’d rather have a dead daughter than a weak one, which makes him go quiet (Aang and Katara are standing there awkwardly watching all of this). Hyoga then calmly says that since they seem to be at a standstill, the reasonable course of action is an Agni Kai (Aang goes pale at this, while Katara doesn’t actually know what that is).

In the courtyard the Gaang watches anxiously as Hyoga and Homura begin their duel, which results in quite a few impressive displays of firebending. Homura however seems to be holding back slightly, more on the run than attacking. At one point Homura gets thrown on her back and nearly burnt, but Katara calls out to her, saying she has to win for the kid. She gets back up and starts attacking Hyoga with renewed resolve, and even Hyoga is surprised.

Hyoga realizes that as loyal as Homura is to him, she really is doing her best to win, even coming at him with direct shots of flame now. And since this is still Hyoga, he respects that deeply - she’s doing things “properly,” even though she doesn’t want to. He even respects that Katara was so dedicated to her role as a healer that she broke into his house just on the mere mention that there was a sick child there.

And in the very bottom of his heart, despite all the talk of strength and weakness and who deserves to live, he has a hard time realizing that he doesn’t want his daughter to die, even if it means she’ll be weak and reliant on others her whole life. This might be a little OOC for canon Hyoga, but hey, it’s an au and maybe if canon Hyoga did have something small and weak to protect, he’d be less of an ass to Senku and company.

So at a key moment in the battle, Hyoga pauses for a split second instead of dodging a blast from Homura and allows himself to be grazed on the chin, reminiscent of his revival scars in canon. It’s not a bad burn, and those watching closely realize that he let her win. Hyoga turns to leave, only saying that Katara will be compensated for her healing services and that they truly did things “properly.”

Katara heals the girl, saying that the fever is gone but her lungs are damaged and she’ll have breathing problems from now on. She’s paid a small sack of gold by a servant that she initially refuses, but takes in the end since it’d probably be good to have extra Fire Nation currency on hand. The Gaang leaves the mansion feeling...a little conflicted about the experience, honestly.

Meanwhile as Homura sits by the girl’s bedside Hyoga appears in the doorway, having treated his burn from the duel. An awkwardly long silence passes before Hyoga says he’s been thinking about the skills that "Kuzon” and “Sapphire” displayed, and that he’s considering buying a home in the colonies so he can learn about those types of skills (since Aang claimed they were from the colonies). He turns to leave, but not before offhandedly saying that the seaside air in the colonies he’s looked at might be good for their daughter’s lungs.

[metellastella]

ATLA Meta: Power Differences

So, there’s a TV Trope that at first I thought might fit with ATLA. ‘Conservation of Ninjitsu.’ It is where, no matter how many guys a person is fighting, they always come out on top. In any world, realistic or fantasy, with no superpowers, this is obviously unrealistic. Samurai and martial artists of the past could excel, sure, but if they were going up against another army, they had to have the numbers. This trope is called ‘Old as Dirt’ because even in Roman mythology it’s mentioned that one warrior ceasing to fight within a battle turned the whole tide. In media this narrative device tends to play out as the ‘hero’ or hero’s team being able to keep up with multiple nameless mooks, no matter how well trained in martial arts they are.

Think, Ninja Turtles versus hordes of Foot Clan.

ATLA is an interesting twist to this, because you’d expect benders to at the very least knock out lots of nonbenders. Those with powers should overwhelm those without, right? And yet, we see the second highest ranking person in the Fire Nation choose nonbenders as her primary fellow combatants! I’ve given a plausible explanation for this with Ty Lee.

In my fic, she has unique senses that allow her to excel past even most benders in hand-to-hand combat. She can track the movement of their gathering chi, and therefore predict what their resultant move will be. And she can also sense chi pathways, so she strikes with a sure hand. For Mai, I haven’t come up with anything specific. But, I encourage you to note, against benders, the necessity of taking up a ranged weapon like throwing stars and knives, as opposed to a close to the body sword or anything like that. Whether Suki was unusually skilled, or over-confident, or thought she had the numbers, or merely desperate in challenging Azula with a katana, that is up to the viewer’s opinion.

In my fic, I also explain how a nonbender might fight or defeat or disable (or kill) a bender, and extrapolate on how firebenders in particular MUST use non-bender techniques if they are to be truly effective in combat.

Did Suki ally herself with benders in other situations? Was Kyoshi wiped of benders like the South Pole? But their leader said that they stayed out of the war. Surely the original KW were benders? Why are there no adult Kyoshi Warriors?

Anyway, I’ve always liked ATLA because the ‘superpowers’ were subtle, and not truly ‘superhuman.’ It not only made the characters somehow more relatable, it blended with the world better and the stakes felt higher when they couldn’t just keep taking hit after hit like your typical superhero. Katara got knocked out in the North Pole, for instance.

So, this all still begs the question, given the scene where Zuko rescued Iroh from earthbenders, are there vast power differences between benders? Are the ‘heroes’ merely good at fighting because of that narrative device I mentioned earlier, or is their ability to fight off many foes at once canonically based? We have some clues to this, as Aang got his master tattoos earlier than any other airbender. It’s even explained by the fact that he’s the Avatar. So it’s not just typical Mary Sue OP, it at the very least has an in-world basis.

Azula and Zuko are powerful because Ozai deliberately sought out the Avatar’s bloodline, according to the comics. Which makes total sense for him to do. I don’t give a lot of credence to the comics because of the way it clashes with what the creators originally planned for the Ursa-Ozai relationship, but the reversal of royalty looking to “marry into” a family because of bloodline is interesting and really points up the sheer importance and power of this world’s Avatar.

Toph is OP because she is blind, and that has given her a unique connection to the earth. Katara is the only one without an explanation or justification.

If you don’t count Iroh, which I don’t. He is just OP. No explanation needed. Ok, so, I could spin a yarn about how the current dynasty of the Fire Nation retained their rulership because they are the strongest firebenders in existence. But that would only have tenuous basis in canon.

Just remember that the dude, practically in the nude, put a beat down on earthbenders that had shields for firebending (a very inventive use for those hard coolie-style hats). And that was when he wasn’t in shape like in the finale, or in this fic.

He also, in canon, as has been covered with Sokka in my fic, bested Azula’s hand picked team of men early in Season 2.

(These chapters I discuss here have not been posted to my fic yet, but they have been written. It's just getting the in-between scenes written that still needs doing.)

The idea with powerful benders accruing wealth or power might partially explain Toph. We don’t know if her parents are benders or not- maybe in current cultural mores they genuinely think bending and fighting are low class. But the idea that’s where her strength comes from back in family history would not be as fun as canonical blindness powering her up.

So, just how powerful is Toph?

She resisted Wan Shi Tong’s entire fricking several story stone library sinking.

When being pursued in The Chase, she made a wall that appeared to extend possibly a hundred feet in each direction. So thick, Azula had to resort to lightning just to break through it. I’m pretty surprised that, with only two nonbenders at her side, Azula even decided to keep pursuing THE AVATAR in that tank, going up against him AND power like that.

Speaking of Azula’s motivations. I’m going to freely admit here that this is an interpretation that is probably far away from what the writers were going for in canon, for Azula’s actions. But, I am attempting to look at it in a realistic lens, which is what I’ve aimed to do for everything possible in that fic.

For example, Azula’s refusing the hostage trade between Mai’s kid brother Tom Tom and King Bumi, I’m sure, was SUPPOSED to come off as conniving, cruel, and heartless, by the writers.

The implication was probably supposed to be here, that she would ‘rescue’ her friend’s ‘baby brother’ IF she were a ‘good person.’

However.

Bumi is an incredibly skilled martial artist who has most likely violently defended Omashu from the Fire Nation for an entire one hundred years. He therefore by default, by view of any even casual outside observer, is either powerful, or smart, or both. Azula would know this in detail, studying the war growing up.

He would be one of these OP benders. Like, REALLY OP.

The idea that a leader of her country should free such a dangerous enemy man posing a threat to her people in exchange for a toddler, is utterly ludicrous.

Now, maybe the writers intended the viewer to logic that out. But I doubt it.

Therefore, drawing kidnappers out of hiding to have a shot at rescuing him would be using her smarts in service to Mai and her family.