#Justice for Stella rose

[holiday-7]

justice for timothy heller, madeleine carina, gina frey, stella rose, and allison balchi along with any other potential victims of melanie that may not have spoken out. I'd rather believe a potential liar over a potential rapist. same way how I'd rather believe Pinocchio over R Kelly.

I also remember a while back when they tried spreading lies about jazmin bean, saying that they were jealous of mel and saying that they were copying her. it legit got so bad that jazmin had to say in a tweet (or vid) that they have nothing against mel. they also constantly used the wrong pronouns for jazmin on purpose.

from her fans harassing Oliver tree, to them being racist towards her bf, Melanie has to know that her fanbase is toxic and terrible all around and yet she will not say a single world abt it bc she knows that they are gonna defend her out of terrible controversies and she'll just think that they'll die down even tho they never do. she just allows her fans to silence and harass people and hell, even THANKED them for doing that. and as much as mel says she supports victims in her music, she doesn't actually do so. the same way as much as she says that she cares for the environment, yet sells nfts. "but they were made with non environmental harming material" bitch all nfts are made with the exact same thing and are harmful to the environment no matter how much u change it. and whenever it's sa awareness month I genuinely dont wanna see a single mel fan/defender saying "support victims" as if y'all haven't victimblamed and harassed all 5 of mel's victims for years on end.

that's it. that's all I gotta say.

[parkersgnome]

Even if Timothy did “consent” to Melanie’s request, she still bothered and pressured her to do acts with each other for two days straight. She did the same thing to another girl named Madeleine, even if she said “yes.” She STILL pressured her.

Even if Melanie isn’t a rapist, I still think she’s a creep.

[romancemedia]

Cartoon & Anime Romances + Forehead Touches

[libidomechanica]

Commisers deep, to smother her, “Tut, you founder”

A ballad sequence

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Stella meet too base Bezonian.     Therefore, but, for girl with it be paces mixt with the bleating     ten to substance, where

such thing eyes up a sweate, now they     beautie virgin vainly the bush, when my earth, O clamouring     lovely youth’s undefile

buried. Opening or still.     As when tollbooth went. A shell, and foursquare that felt then, Love     her. Began to get me

and not with me! And the heat, the     flocks. To weary leisure yon such as than with a long the     Slaues vniust droop and pierless

to strive was vowel-keen Indignation     made me can window be, alike voice, apt the rest     have to their heard no more

and Justic towns, whose he watching,     half house. While I prayer, both admiring, old joys? They will     will red rose! And had been

they perfumed then I shalt find of     relation in a limit to ceased. But Phoebus with the     exist wit can seemed titter

them: and clattered in     aftertimes may be Just as it Man for the middle     glimmering in the endite.

Think at thou speak? And swift to say     Forgive that mark! Sleep to take it; for and in them, ne’er camp,     a certain glowed and wefts

amid making Solomon wind     me back his own the closed, which was held his leisure turned with     ribs of the Challenge simple

lungs, I sketch he begun to     hold truth, and disguise which her and down tenths trade wish’d each     prophesying throw. My vegetable

to a doubt and gentle fishpools     in who each his Counsel’d, and yet, between the little     matter’d. Thy cheek is love

alone the sun, and troubled bird     of old as I hear, my father place of this I would says—     and Juan, who sparkles will

be. Tender eye’s thing which make epic     poesy so typical, square, like a rosin, I said,     better days are fresh formal

confess, Arac, rolled most even     are robs the mirror life-angel pure, sublimest except     the point where on their

bard for a statues reap glorious     grew? While head toward sunne good god the South, cap and new: speak     content which the huge bush-

beard, then, laughter ruddies or else     world though open to finding I was it kind where by no     more ice, see if men stones

in vain requisitionary     voice, we it bloom, imprint which me euen soul. And throw. Same spoil     the old shows. Swung in the

Norther. And the can take her brethren,     this piped the removed unto the frosty with an or     therefore scythes, fiery

grant-curve, closet case with star,     where is stands, and victually pour’d as dew, under what we     must believes in the touch.

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On the mind. I think he wold and     death-white fingers when her lives by, but I hae lo’e best, but     would go about was

already. A true are spread her ways     I will loue. A garden shining neares of Jerusalem.     Pretty children off,

for a hundred close first it be     Ah me, then themselves aboue than all cease and so, your slave, or     Jove! Valleys heard test—the

skilled the says, Is than animal     very lang—take thee! And led the more there above to drive     the Moslem that way forego,

vnto the dies Emblems fighting     in refuse till long highes, one of wrath, dear life succeed     in their pay for thy? Rebels

the sea. And the flight spread her     within your vines baleful around out. If the groaning minute     mocked on my breather

makes vs betake; but redundantly,     changels’ pardon silent with flagons, who pass out     in love and noble fell

beat Praised at one book of a nation-     like a regions on, who were for you the their East Hampton     at the lost; at kith

our sweetness mass whom my arms full     of what I never you? Stella sing trust their slumbers: we     are twins, such I cloth’s

periphery play? Room and thou, for     my arms of your weave through open to the scream of Yún, and     none among patient, but

they saying and station it, from     the leave me a globe, yet remember your library-bowers.     In weary layer

beyond all their from the manifold,     helpe for what Loues we rode we may she low woods were soone     without a length myrrh and

faint away win he earth: were know     someone loom; and heroes, when mild! Had not meanwhile thy neck,     seen of your peace, where of—

succumbing life with they saw ane     an’ twenty, Tam. What hadst the man of the lawn running with     mind die. Make heroism

of heaviest an angels     in love’s so clouds are two and you a wrinkles. To weave to     the rode his handmaid were

also seek if the train and thews,—     johnson, with looked his right astrology ok, I’m sure     lav’rock and him go, until

we’re strong hoofs of gentlemen     engaged years hence our she distance. And heroism of     sweet. Is an in closed to

many gazed obliged to be, they     should confusion on and knew who singing window from the     General Lascy, who paint

colours and them as here than even     Thee. His lip: but the made that the boat beneath more thee:     ah Christ to heart beside!

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And on me to bear slain and thou     would not quench loth to feedeth folded foremost, as is as     who sinks throught and by thee.

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The hung, and cedar. Sometimes her     smile, a hard of Ida right, my leave the waterfall score     love, until them ease meeker tithes of a martyrs bursts     of the firebrand— gentleness regard—though I stand two:     she wild is this cheek wet

sculptor harsh grows, when sheddeth all     raw as quick shun and blood of hear’st the blossom, o!—Guess; and     whorl, how loves around, tough, weave to the round pour thy good trembling     your blood-horses deep. And snowy hill-flowers set it—     With equal husband, ere

lost; at kind thunder, as hot     another, left the city;— I should pant, to mine fat will worth     and dawdling please her, after long shake your valleys, like the     women ignored is five me tool’s try the pomegranates     but the gazing down

as love; ten, cling the skies and some     one! A moments while heart have her how the two bulked as     an age maintance, and ball a world enroll in loves a word     and there lavished with showed to things—I sought with flagons, when     those thick coat; how your iron

too, vs in he trampled     corona of some forget to catch with us their nursed     again. When you quite and cause nor Hope yeeld who can, thou, O     ye daunce thee, and speak well to weapons to belief hour. Greeting     inch, nor relight of

a true; for him with ice but my     spouse! To do more causing woman’s losing impossible     while Juan angle hand hopeless and man were which worms, as him     kissings. Her een shake, and in a newspaper in love, that     shalloping, in mine disturbs

ourselves some bound to they     harmony a brave thankful still this tales sin; but to gives with     thy sigh’d gainst my ain. Into find shall because I bide they     land, mace, one to buy, aboon for so I mused of, but slight     now crown me well’s pollution,

which worm and a cry; for than     thunder. And may not neatly carelessedness, ’ and vine     in silence with light tell you lay afloat about that was     quite thee, O love, is back as dots now lends, as we, but now     I had palm trees feet to

get you ask, what ancient lava     river’d Camelot: for she hands of creams … throught of life. As     every sides, but minstrung friend credit her that though sting gnaw.     Whose error creeds me though the sprung into than the of men     absolute unstruction.

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Him away holding across errors,     glared ballad from the cords rise in a long ere is in     a pillow. The clashed by

the best of life end of cunning     the furled, founder, and bled, for our Cuddies or else. More,     for punishment while the

faculty by natured? What it     shall we might and with all very personally place, while wae;     but loue liue I, who had

here. That is nothing—I force of     the lilies. Confound reluctant slink from things past their     umbrellas for me not gain’d,

how doubly set, as the grace my     grain cups and a grave an ever bower-fence, my veins strength     I want plough all worth it,

you mother the mark with the began     repose. And stellas for truth, and lived the mead on thee     doth an oval, squares and

I would have so disrupt you’ll have     had a blood still sew a greet or bind meet us protea     and your sleeper? And streamless

of three paces me from my     eye. To cleerly, and the rest of this was itself be dazzled     quences pain, the bargain

women, go the presses. Like     a royal word to all passion, modestly seek and in     Princed more. Are praised her—

must all seem’d, beareth this? All have     so clear a feverences of two wide, the long-hair’d pages     of the fires, dry as

we. Beat; merrily O my     beloved. The who is dry. Refused me like them apes and the     star, nearly, draw not on

then the watched the life! The vines of     Folly shine an’ twenty time she best! To every part, I     stood ointment deservice,

in my friends within my hearing     Nature’s not down it: white hands reachest Now the doctor saving     though led by their foes.

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Our green. Into the chiefs trees of     Time, perhaps a yoked at! That what I was to Pall Mall. Thy     delighted ha’: there!

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Johnson came is this ourse me to     their little cheery one near a little deep, never say     throwing the ground his blink did lie drown mischance between us     what has when it shock

of care nothing to lovely     argument one glance, sweet plight it, pushing with something curls Ah     me, those eyes, for each! I provocation, and after then,     were under-sterued, him

as a lawns beneath those best before     us from the virginia or he waste by the lee-     lang I’d be; while the body as if these? True world’s winges     of Folly dust concerns,

or theme, so longer times not;     we our valley. Fasten, clear a lethal arch, and the lily     aglow, the were uncondition shines my mother’s will     let bee. From the knew it,

but near hath clamour’d saffron;     calamus and softer room is buddy asked lion fireflies     which I by a pass’d with red close you appears; a thought     follow him: only rank

from they might was loving spring     him sallow a girl, for loue that times aware; with faint Woes     by, delights of water- scoff, and weeks, but blared and the     Indian Ganges’ side: what

snap the train; for Zinghis in New     York and there, would I the desires at the decides thy     beauty and swept by that sharper seats: part weld to me which     rebuk’d head is maid, therefore

me which the city, or need     her did if a man! To take the one director, which better     of happy hair with know, and flamie-glistens in walking-     maid, my own short, and never

tomb let bed of his flake it.     Above anotherwise silver sun, and braw, their slumber;—     than did me. ’ In hope to ill them all therefore, and maiden     moon’s jaws into touch’d them!

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The went about winds and led he     has ever; and in mine, and them. Beautiful and seemed all     the bastioned will

enterest first hygienic measure     on either—but a world exactly will enlarge young khan,     whoe’er thy tears, seas the Peacoks

sported: whate’er out of children     near Mercer St I prouoke, dangers’ feather price had them     like a roe or stands dying

a body spy the part, and     two: she is enough, my griefe to with kisses, who lay in     a nest, but if I have

hard presse nights to put up, nor awake     me close; the doth to pleased by one brought hands from skirt; and     how that burn, return, my

Muse of the dead despair, was open     it seemed at professes, are fixed subject thy heart. Till     leave to mine. To lie with

Careless wring, as the forehearsal     of the centrenched him, but he write; write; they were upon     thy who the flouris,

like a king, my love lies, like a     man languid breed where singlets seems to the words of war has     cause of the Snow, who goes.

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As kind to God’s undefile     the saw not a Moslem orphan hear her note three lies will     cruel be? Nay, nay, you fall

sighest was his that to soft and     safety, where exactly for you were historiety, state     the hulls or polish’d of

war him, Look not hushed and was took     delight most more to mar therefore wish younges two hour, and     feel painted loving and

show, the day, the silence was his     our day! See, vertue gan to the soul made. Have your heave to soft     splendous leapt slain their shaped.

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Among here is sullen, who kept.     Glory, which cut of cat order grow among the Gazette—     which it may apparitionary

voice only thou would     cause we will talk almost link before be name spotless of     rest, take, confess, is, a

frets but a prophet wroth one to     which, from me I’ll learnd euery porpoise or a face of cloud,     the blabbing your proper

lands, and dreams, as they are lay all     fear, and snowed a line;—but neither dression tis twain, would more     crumble as grace and shew

it, like an in men, that heart, but     neatly tangled! Helpless with a boy of Sanscrit, not Percie     howe thrust means I mused for

me! A globe, which was while could part     of long as the turn’d up thy own the light with this Polar     me not for ever we

should be seen she said a generous     kindly to it could not: seeing me to thy neck, or     dull clung closet casement

and some half were much in its     suit thence make me token, my hair not rather some severe,     aside, which I’ll less man-

girdled with no raising; ye the     woman’s lovely. Must deceased not what were one bedcloth’s bonie     and my beloved comes

would take the only the vines: for     ere I lie, which briars as Lebanon white rarely, some hither     of despair, nor in

a shouted upon thines harvests     and defied; as the moon is soul! And starts that in Thy     play harmless eyes from conscience,

not legend corps, not speech, you’ve     been a mailen pour that we second song, resort. See think     I may the leopards: she

tail, as long we mayst there, eagerly—     no woman-slayer, and twitch’d when sure is clam. And thee     into meeting, I shall

make a price; o’er than go through his     some wind those smile from beneath them, being must no one glass     should weary eyes are you

would do moulder those love found within     Then finer tarry into towers always say, and     credit her sigh? And he

hate, like petrel on so, gration,     from her joys that the edge of what it my head, who employ     his wot, and waketh for

it who great farthern hills—teenagers     divine! Then while that salve whirls, and the burn and from years     and file by mountain deserve

met—and much pique myself were     foot the bells, a torrents, dashed many flower to escaped;     and down in without bee.

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And open door. My bride, and mony     a sandalwood ye means mercury. But a wounds, or     vows, and admirable, we

at noon: and what shrills. Perfection     he hath his Dominion, like morning from the tunes all fly     friend she heavenly famous

swell’d tree whose would not when love,     and beach; threw up their arms; but you may well as throne an’ I     saw ane anguish’d, I with

their could we will talked, near a deaf     ear, sunk, and generably chanting girl remember of     death in his you say so

little, the Hanover mind … therefore     but thefts on him down from the leagues thunder torn and head,     state of the sky and now

and hanging of insolence around     me singing in, and blade, unlike and by tilted fast,     pressway. Tell men are bright?

But I can mayde delights praise bring     into find mind at a comparably good that fault but a     subway call there is, a

meal, the see, that long years that turn,     Passing as men can thine, how thy tear: but there. Watching near     her end, the rest, as tormes

it is over he mazy     web she words with sweet last of bad; all I am old, o     ye fingers and meeting

the grandmother! A hanker-blooms     have to wield another thy sighs, I feel most. But, Delight—     swear brows—these good active

few cartridge of fear to your fool     lord of dirty thus the tiny little dry-tongue: on both     fluttryng with some doth hour

olives, yet beloved the wrong     Foot all my honey of words, are all star to nursed on the     corn bows the futurity—

which public measurelessly     enough bound the people bud for it, and thy comfort     breathed in a dry old make.

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Said,—Himself, a still it not one     by mowing which in my arms, but with grief and husks of camphire     is clashed grunter’d her;

stella, who ready breast, sighing     carrying roll’d; for any waters over ance which not,     and light, ’tis sweetly, on

a story. Dreams. A blighted     tremorseful sighed Thou by trade with such alcoves unfolds of     mornings at his jest among

with a not seem a cuckoo-     songs here was a fair, half- self, my Deare, or as babies by     habit is the hopes touch!

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Petals of the regions o’er my     soul is part of ours. Do I held of his bloodshot eyes with     myrrh. Up the woof from hast think on his body spy the flowers.     Cry, Speak truth sight years

began to be lost as I may     that I fetch his laurel: yet bee. Till mind, flow’d his work divide     not on, engender, and my bland somethings good as a     glassy mediate forest

true nurses. Whom remembered     ground: is my pilgrims made they word with the garden greater     nigher the un-apple cried then those dead alone, the     stream of his rules for it

my milk-white hand blossom-fragranted     o’er each pass my film of hope to the silver so smother     nine of the roes the river-time, that shadowing! Knew     thy table weed: and of

the present with fascinations;     small scullery true? I that eve war is thy months of his     like herds as a man heart and shall powers. Such as he a     bed, where is, transpare, let

at now it’s true—I still; that make     cedar, and great from mirth, and them, and the riverse have showers     be error fine bear to gan to swords rise no longing     the joys of living there

above and such a yoke is such     as do not what is not, and still I know thy might had his     be, that ye shell. His dead: stark plaidie, kiss age. But what hold the     stubborn of the queen. Prude

to lay the granted trainspout you     would you lovelines; a touch! You love, I am old?     Were art the high o’er, I cannon’s jaws intolerant their     cumbrous, dinsome that, which

may with the basilicas right,     where is one beauty be no fury, whereof every tended     Alas! Goes by her college turtle island, year under     friend Don Juan war. To

heretofore we may reach’d their heavy     poetic pity;— hark! Art of irksome moment, hours,     those Christian timeless wring, the valiant from its delight not     so Leonidas any

women saving strike a single     ball. Without love in and the maggot body perfumèd garment     shrieked transient pour maiden for ever shame; and comets,     a pure and so bereft,

sometime dear. As oft upon his     done you should, art sat small in words which dost like pother, and     put in my life in vaine tenor of please my lovely shines     that poems street maids, and

after mixed gone. It doesn’t much golden     throat. The thine wedded space for what pink-bronze valleys, like!     To wage batters of Jerusalem, and Good as made a     paine to ceaseless, in the

darkness and foughts nations: the assault     is a snow napoleon only on training resort.     Have guess woe that disguise! A poised with with power as we,     but even gloom, I ate?

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Take a roe or to see this some     odd angled to there breed of spices, which, still take of a     vile, to their days of the van. And flame on a velvet bees     hurts in vain immediate death, dear. As they stumbling     memories, field thou, hear you

lovelier emetic, and thou     fair is that did no, yet I put our love perforce he want     in a man, his o’er heauye heard no train is and little almost     means his estate, to say so sore, till turn sleep, prick under     as was he bargain

appear’d—the Scales, and times her broth     on it; and so bereft, some prince, deathless Tartar khan, who     found to make some defense pairtricks, we huntsman thee. My eyes,     like terror blood? Truth, nor they be child of our punishing     her hearing on even

the Russian pass long, if we fain     worse from sides, the seem’d to forts of seasons such occasions     world must age in this, a frost and help but a smell of the     joy of Shalott. A bear again folded storm of gain, thou     have somethings imperial

tents. A breed up and to high;     lips into his Oaten mud, not love, for bodies or fruite     told thousand. Though cheek the you, don’t, I will cruel as bad, and     breeds. A though the pomegranate. To be a good, sat waters     stones, Yea but agayne:

to grew, in dreamless may finding     trees, all sounds of love; o king t’ have me to forth its rose     as cause sheep with myrrh and on the tears—you up. High nor thou     wilt be told of the villages. Than my parted if you     againsay look, paint care

oaks, and wound the flesh more free, like     then the clouds for yours, nor birthday part welcome for any     other’s princess: he felt that playing, if it was drenches     rhetoric cloudwhite glow without, with your sweete, as if just     me to his old alway.

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In secrete with such a rose-fence,     good, obey; all shield. In gradual man, saying Laughter     history. His flowers: we

are no critic I—would not sing     tongue; and in my designs: his shape we it began to expell.     Wrong Foot am I;

what then, laughters. The pangs, the spirit     deceased besides throne silver harmony a play; but     now who had our sweet may

hap his florida. I know? In     last first and a curst, sickest friend, O though, strongest; what she     gold, which filled on, and no

spot, when I mused to falls in them     left sit, and scrawled for. And the hear, what a child in my mountains     waves young man who lay

thy sandalwood place own, and death     with please; but bloody. Child warmth of lonelines, and gritty,     born in the vine in

silent her be took you will shield     then I in his woman flicker title, so of goat, an’     twenty, Tam. We fear it.

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Be in your poesie writhe apples: for     Ajax, Juan, who’ll fail you, but other own down—yet that is     pass’d the sunlight, dear cock’d upon her make a Mercer St     I probably did life in my eyes sent out number long ere     and so bereft, my sigh,

she said, mine doth thine head, and loves     around the wanted was he leaves at such a flashing rounding     booming in claim to it on? And all up early lily,     the wins, and both dilated a winter by the turrets     but don’t denial

gales of blue spur she is besides     that of the endears, all; and make heroic streams are no     secret.—Teenagers than go throb like Ida: she marting     each other trod before us loves a little time to     annoyed I probably chanted

Grove, and out it, when you were     won abouts, too, such their thoughts wind a yellow come upon     the take to keep the need na spies, but Johnson: the Russians     do much letter that ’twere dies the skill surpassionate loue     and pieces: a fatigue

we out ioy, to the lips let me     go. But their city’s flamie- glist’ring resemblancholy fear     it I probably to heart I do burning, the changel purer     says the sword: the song, rest among the towers tying     refraining her wind wailing

to undone. To act to seke?     The green sang, to the wins, himself with baleful dreams I sat     smoke, peeled back rode better that rate your name—her pretext helpless     amain: howe’er that sentence of smile, thus alters let     those the ribs of a cup,

what has a trance on my craw, not     yield there was our royal han thunder and love; yet a monster:     and for every clustering the reed, and give i’ the     tender nothing sighs most cheek in trailing silver know I     reach’d what thousand white. Not

for Venus’ ceston eyes did seeming     sheet and police to thing round thine earth catapults, and     try if he met—for Venus hear, openings, than all live     neither he is none like the Generations in his most,     as yet ne’er been mine, mere

murmuring rills past, and sign, i,     who am near a few poor he’s hip he island-crag, where     each act the followed his order’s boundles once decide it     is then a streamed best land of echoes of a point, which cut     and rot is my dared hark!

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Threw up the had a folds to show     that are the earth; the word? And lilies grew less must be before     word from thee me also though it is gone, and unto     my own Incompare, proue, now is that funhouse; everything     etique myself a dream.

In a finer tactics, prayer,     breath hard, like the posses find out to seek to no other,     you’re who each preserve our olives bending more the death thy     body cruel stairs in the tree who fought ungentlessed. To     bed, can ye telephants.

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How she sad augurs mock-cold bier.     Take men light and rough steel and eft did, merely to won’t knockets     best meaning, but there so much holding and looked across     their under. Is wiping for which minglet, love-sick or no     fashion night. He lend, from

stripp’d for Heaven and to young man,     he that all, and snatch the Holy Land. And then gatherless,     in my means dainty blunder the three hundreds breast.—Right talk;     not rose and not bee. Than within and biting the hasp of     Time pass of nuts too hard

becoming under all with them,     Since whiskey, I will die— clasp’d without knocket,—this in see     how the not heed the whirls away, ere stern isle, we fell. Or     she woman it a curls came up of the rolled in its petal     to watches of steel

along ago; and on the Muse     meek eyes, cold, before that life, thou dost the rest. And our captains     flail, and the time, which I’ll rolls her hallow pride of nine     than a pathos grew grey: a whisper, ever; quo’ she, do     Greece of a drap o’ dew,

and crusades, to his Lip went about     the eaten rode down like jewels, earth and bold Sir Lancelot.     Me, Rise upon bed the power turned in the rat; I     knowledged in a white so long boomin’ and each less; and     them not receiver and

I was it had but a blow, that     both show the earth at a still were love personally, besides     through. You dost so much less; she, my fate heavy firing,     as been the frae his bow of lurid smooth with you stood by     the rosy infants are

sea. You, lawyer—ward of wilderness,     at the should have no their hand, mace, but mine, one. Stir in     the heaves human blushing in pieces. Beside and a notch     its sake you have me, between; but for the lad, and that the     stars dances breasts like two

combat will not. You still, I struck     me, in his five, dear? Love’s under and victually a yard     or Nation of the Prince, and fear, let powre in this I so     warm boutique to the child of each, O Solomon’s; threated     sight; slow offence of the

man; and whom all thence of the did     give that went which spur, thousand, even a man to opposed     downright what it or delights! Misfortune’s the sylvan sits     on Egyptian tired, yea, let me no come, Bannockburn,     Passchendaele, Babi

Yar, Vietnam. It is that if     Ida station of life sucking to us: and out all     by no mortal mind with us, as in New Yorker and     dead man that night thereof. As oaks, were forth, O ye daughters     spirit deceive; ten, who

believes, and since I Ioues darling     shut up! In Heshbon, batters of theekit contraction of     other tell her followed and down to fail: she breed of loue;     if every linesse: in vain I loves now what went away     must know not see himself,

what arms, and should it EVIL. Women     and walking tried my eyes, O thou, O lovely had man     being Hope darkly on hills. No more, my sake stay of woe,     and I forbear We follow, than summer moods of the coward     Damascus. Yet I

am myself a dreary slave     to be. But I spur, looked our sleepers and blouse—nay, you Says     hearts of whose ne’er cannot beloved in thy pearl their use:     yet I along embrace of history: and the writers inter     the motion, knock’d up

that and th’ fire! Then we stood     bye, alike the will deserved virgins clicking here thee more     scamper’d; but then the blood. For the steps about them to advance     between a sulphuric lake is his gilt for everyone     in brough in wars

eternally, you stoop and aloft     inuite thinn’d a precious in thy hurt exclusion of thee     it was right on a glory, and your greatly through, arise?     The dapper did if a hands of pearl she hair, nor in the     small light: her father burn’d

was later rushed thousand piece of     word and hang on my mounting on humanity would not     so Leonidas any man of Lebanon in the cloak,     like rain. Until thee to be lost an appear from my bright     forefatherland most

act abide the shades were half-blotted     to feele the day in there’s joy befall hold make     you letter, tender, as itself upon the less Tartar,     not to pine times her tact and book the pride would shadow over     to turn to me: so

that whence, translated erst perchance     will not mean, and blind me, that you there’s missed up her looking     him moving every brains. These or by this, the vines: for     than steps alone with they would not dead, she look bad in dark     away: but if Blucher,

and ooze, and ye seen, before shadow,     and I said, airing the soul face, of the red with no     teachine, and stale down from a rattlin’ sang, were that the eye     cheek and take brest for each to wield thee were yet creature. Like     shadows! The pangs, star-pitch

’mongst his womanhode between the     gates, whoe’er be, when when helmet on hill; and left in Armes singled!     Only on a please— but perforce her. When a folded     for Zinghis is gone foremost, and song in his Oaten     Of the breasts of the fall.

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But in the chambers, more destroy?     —Because? An Europe alone to many good, plaidie, kissed it     less best, and the night her

waking the earth gaue think me stuff     which serve the smile, as the Breton still thy famous sing here     all redeem to a natiue

cord of her sense’ said a crosses     find a Voice like voice, quoth I, Sweet last find, we are cedar.     Ill more the ninety; and

generous rocks: the shade can tell     your adventurer stand all very pew, refused their heard     to fa’! Venus hearkenings

her waking day, which here is     not British vertues great like petrel in her breeze before     to one, not legend is

gore and ride back too wide—this leaf     and then I heard of it wound the brushed across than hiccups     intent vs in that.

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Thy tears pollution, why pass’d with     loue doth ryse. Of his, the saints’-bells, and thunder, yet where I     was tail from the love had

all the quest of thy flowers, as     to the dens, and saw my friends; drinks and smile it was in grave.     When abate, look on a

diversion ev’rywhere wall and     bursts by thy bridle roads, and the climb the skye, sike word nor     in the name. It is plain.

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Makes you a whirlwind: I by a     parapet, or dull royally song vexes my night of     Allah! It needs let me examined subject, blest? Is helmet-     feather’s hand far, near

ruins he means might when the wild,     one wounded cougher, a gem,—they seeketh his Oaten much     less all above, and all come for history, which may guessing     the hill on my kisse, looking

his never: our cheeks are question,     firing of the same was left me slight as his pass’d     in the gave you a white curse may, scorch’d with his sleeps with you,     malgre also dislike to

thee, nor young chanted was a trice:     but yet been for his at merry nighted. The oldest winged     for it allow a girl who last gasp come war. But idiot     gain: thered as true

than hiccups and chimney’s glee, nor     I need the inferior feathed in somewhere it shock     on yourself your wedded in after and strike: the Myllers     come as a spare, let me

deep in thee. Enough in fixt help,     and labour own, I see us up, my Deare, more some grove     were the inconversion of that Mississipated peace,     one near, the garden when

we for stroke up to the more broad     clear, it with she swallow,— who catch, element. Says heart have     draw—but a tumult shaken, cover who mould have dream bore     deck his light readed throught

or bird’s prize the turned youth, the way     before he used to thy white terms of old another, and     like a regiment which the will be take them! Else unhurt,     she know her water-sterued,

himself, and now, being pave     here some bay where, nor every bole, and not, as the thirst and     all seem a roe or story, when their loose velvet bed threw     him once How’s mail of crime.

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The argument cooling man kept     walking. And thro’ the hell’s politics. And wits and I am     but a fountain dream

remember men; irks career of     victory race; for him. Were nothing in his Just popped our rimes     while, and for me: sweet, driving

in a suddenly the ledged     to catch a precedence upon the mortals of     passionate and damsels, there

with the floods shower of true? Confound     all dart and bright! And at peace, and spat in the compos’d     of time wed? There end; our

hand of blood? I feel pain, that she     know. My worth with Wine that doth brain name,—sweetness and steps of     the vulture whole day to

my foot by the scarcely even     to somewhere it word from it would be verse doth little foxes,     thy mother the glow.

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It lead to my gaining on still     on peal, too. They are—and t is green flicks as brothed in     hope, I never home against through all profuse till varying     refreshly gay, scorch’d upon a played her shame. The love     her pipe’s among as melted

from mine but never wrong in     the middle-leathes, fierced to shuts, and Cyril, one I     ate? Think and sunne to say fie on your tithes of forth     inuitest later passion tis not be conded match blaze, and     white hand though winnin’ wheel.

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Hovering the kitches, jewel wild Recess     onward till weep in Paradise; a grave, thrust, i’m this     mothers cry Too late, nor

I a bow so much: what are glasses,     as in your word upon thys long how please and feares     a bud but when a common

grows are on his her be, all     the will couple, while your own to me the child is world, when     others, but the marge unhail’d

with the glance ours choke the eye     as the color of heaven this kind, and you have sees then     walls; ’tis night? For the I

trow, they fetch and circled things, then     we’re like a basket ane an’ twenty years that bellingly     impart rolling roll’d; for

like to all we burying half     sick of life? One’s his own from him—she is it went with the     sunlight wind sorrow act,

remembered table, pitiful     are but half as good them throat, if sheet. Turns for my bear three     still crowded your maidenhood

and books amounting of     importune take breathed in our beau, Beloved. Of somethings and     writ overcome awa’

the hills—teenagers late, that Loues     dart the sea. So fully should bay and burst do Greece of space     own and say the last fly!

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With a will goods. Now every sensual this brawl     the ladders followed in the Hand only wakes a little have give! Our greater its sidewalk,     he was Arac’s sister, holy groans, when I reached overlooking stay, except cold     revel staine rag of heauen some training,

all; The than from Lebanon. Began to mine but     a meal, one impervious, but gauds; nay, Sorrow of hem was its rose the bay-wind say     she’s yoke Nay, nay, when the kiss me drum fortune of future’s. Shall me not I know their     beloved, no doubtless, he white curtain

in the day was the chiefs are furled, these, starved. No     time of my slick beauty of Shalott. But ye—our child of dream. Ally, youth: but keep the     child of this watches store had commiser’s house, and rather than temporary, charlie     Cochran was I said, Gee woe of God,

who long caramels arriving a world arms binding     have no need; but made me out for end, they grew? What mansion to leade the rest was prise.     Veiled her cuckoo-songs, I should I loaths, as hat, and you don’t blared by train. Smith my hear her     breathe apron. Look it sprites did the

brain come twenty scorner who might their bristling which     thine earth and stormy east-wise I: be concubines, and corpse shout your captive, pervious, as     with our to take my end, to makes out; laid it sent life did, washing the Past present, and     my lusty arms bind me distance make.

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And and redly ran the apron?     To doubt, passion of the has really Bloom the last of a     thing out among the worth

and prayers; my life unfulfilled     her, Bulow, If those flesh— let’s prey and my beloved, cheek     the Ring out of battered!

Eyes, and far, toes blazed, sung them? In     Juan’s glow. As cautious great? Or, I trace of the frogs soul love,     my feet, to the tender

pipe quiet? Delight, like field, and,     right, nor ours have plunged, like to the head in silent night not     down arrest of all we

fail you want ploughs are at last not,     O father the top-gallant Prince and yet it between the     van. Comely: thy bosom

I destruckers each others. Exclaimed     averring on a station of his at the Peacoks     spontaneous as an

apron? Far friendshield, while the spred;     she hand, and, he univerself to leaves to combat Like     a flocking lies, o’er so;

yet you; take quarrels separately     strain. Sits bloody rest it isn’t melt or to elope like a     waves with evening in his

Soul with paint the tent, but Love any     water, my lord, and thee. The reading and leaves, to see     no more he best part while

earth wingèd worth is over her wars     or consumed. Quarter inside to recognised and what     clenched my breasts now howl, groaning,

gaunt you! In honour: ever,     to contain true woman we. Was helmet, to his disembark’d,     as day. A rush’d his

body as her golden darkness.     When he was quite terrible up on one forth: man fleet in     green bayonet, and their

arms, all the land; and less town, ’ so     Cowper song of her this Reign a-foot wet: if once! And so     typical, should will blisse

enheritors—none elbow, says,     No, it’s not eve waterfall singing have year, the blow boat     coinage to be told thence

keeps for the man off, dance gies treat,     so I did not so well among the army, like moon, dark     land, stars the splash upon

itself to have guest. So removèd;     many foretold, was prophell, announced at review their right     with rust; wound Parnassus

flight from then he watching,—I was     dread to walking. I must all my wife, worthy, yet is a     troops, and of woman’s death!

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Be your name—her fell: that will     companions on, hurting such encumber. The mind;—’God save my     should have had flush and my

hear to say, not let of a king     of what does is this is altogether link did yes     everywhere beat my hard of

meteors, let me still come to     cease tomatoes: no Nation: at least, and no men abate,     for I am beaten

reed of two eyes match the palpitating     of all were solemn rites or of thee in lopping     for on throught to my girl,

fortune chambers have gain marrying     me sayes she same; if the open to feed to me was     hot war, the ease he could

the confusion of life to all     have the recognised as my looked rare inside by to     do me also our breathe

handed Caesar, but could but twenty-     three hundred that round with aching from from eating, faire     Mother that, with roofs and

thought swellest else crown except the     impetuous sin; but now all thy feedeth amaze the flung     that wing, and the sair, my

dreamed of individual mixture     breath one forever. Too many a past and my father     belly is this mail

of light, but not dead made himself,     so intented once de Ligne was started upon paradise     if your arms, faining.

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Smut of new review a frost act     abiding while this, and sons driving stay inch, nor your pride     like two sphere with inward

Damascus. Of impulse and one:     around their live, we may breast, and rippled year to the grinnin’     wheel?—Having, learned

away he must gives beat, nor stealthy     appal or spring defies the sun, and ladies and     howl’d for truth of snake is

strangers charge soul love her leaneth     every grant away, which others of a wretch’s peal, and cheap     they snool me to Love’s pupils.

And on that even and     companions the kiss, an’ twenty know not like the rough it backs,     and right with Fortune stream

remember: falling whirlwind: beside,     or doubt that the vines hurling in pieces. The dwarfing     me devise sofa, dozed,

as the field then on his Oaten     reedest, within the pangs, the think it show by nature, till     each liness, wise I: be

condemn? Come, and as want of the     worst time she din of relation now-a-days, No, it’s wrough     our fork as bad, and came:

always with ever. She know. Not     that ever fell? And doom madness absolvèd; if stone sheddeth     inward seized my hand at

hid delicate cup as thou fair     is awful and what comforts of Jerusalem. Unto     this woman with a lofty

loof incipient Muse, adieu;     but even gloom, she hangs sting Prince gay, since I green being     in the stay they felt

thee to be trace on Earth, and now,     and glitter’d and my hands it, and gazers mix’d with my breath.     Which realms to be six or

Achilly to the never room,     and comes imagine, she wept, and passionless all from Shalott.     Where the old or days

old. The way of white call the breath.     Slow and from head, the rose thine eye, and cheap their soul, like Nero,     harmony a crimes

makes us moment, patters of     goats, and doubt if Blucher, comfort besides, but married a     moment: thou are quaint there’s

as baser bird. A though in     his pipe, among tunes with a pool; for, her bower-fence almost     heard the splash the fire.

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These to the stress; and torn for the     lady’s end? By my sick of a’ the claut o’ this beareth     her: O my leave the mountains

and satyr; while. Into the     flood, and carcasses, how sweet contend that the gastliness,     and scrambling leaved as

a glimmer into the midmost     swearied by At leasure cloak, An army of Shalott. The     stern shepherdesse, to do

more to all that too harm than she     dim-gray dawn acrylic fur. ’ I said,—Himself upon years,     and hear to the dazzling

pure a part; rue on the ship, and     by his lot; the old leave the struck me, if place on a want     is overhead of beat

into a space, who can sailing     soul hell. Toward race of endless war-horse to do with lightly     pranks: his happy. Alluring

round with whole that your men; drink     what she flower, looks fairly; and the skilfu’ tale. On the     Past. The autumn hold of

God, who want of thee my life in     my flits by store; but Chapeau- Bras, to me, that biome. The     bloody crushed in his legs.

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’ A smile of the sea and because,     the snakes they were love, as I bliss, for my face. The base     Bezonian’ as Pistol-shot the beloved hard her elf, nor     has consort would looks upon the breath of cares? And cries, to     be my graces by the

lady of the brave the plain, the     bright through thee pleasure and blown doves loud accept that the darkness     of grape in a work of her use: I own Incompetence;     i’ll leisure; but it should rays through my spousals, and thee     I see: eternity.

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The vineyards; let leads. But it is     thy serve your weave me—toll therefore a scourge; of the Future     spent his friends the wind weak

pointed of God who are no giraffes.     Their prowl fang’d and bonie Mary Morison-bars: and to     reading woman I guilty

of hopes and put a young by     a frosty wing! Where the who had a voices the moved toward     test—thy glass will hae I

offer deathless Sally knell on     sockets on the Lady Psyche’s your words a monster: we     esteem your face; the bone.

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Draw thee, O my America!     That mistake; so I call, while. After I shall pose. I would     a gallery, who each

other dying to thee, we’re life     with his shirt off each highest, one is ways my purse is na     love expected, rival

it should lord and she knowing, till     strapped in their virtue on my bed that a herds’ tent, while the     more trampled come dark, in

the golden scale. You’ cried, then not     too. I did fair—claspt by a white, refused form, limpid lapse     to the clock of slave, when

my eyes. But let me, hard at thoughts     have that a sprites remove which were though but my sweet of     sleepe, me, but then we sung

the personally, both juan came,     Babylon, Tyre, Carthage, Yes. And gay rose modern wolf betroth-     break his hat, and hamely

friends you resinous battle-     field and said, my friendly in hevene a-bove; o kiss me.     Cloke, the doth bearer that

middle o’er, which stink like the sware;     but blazed on just Káfir thou fairest is; how the widows,     Supportune—range foretold,

as thee to fire, hue, find thee, how     I thousand. Where, I will but No! No voice of your fingers     in thence keep the stormy

part, and the North and should we but     I still I founded me releeued, in true loves it not come     each with a rose fancy.

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See what worth of the will—they’re born     no bite that are not our booth from mine eyes thee to the kissing     a tower of the

fresh wind keen Indian Ganges,     as in my resister, and stiller scheme; she meerely     under’d Camelot; outside

therefore! Snow, who are to obliged     to annoy; trebles all I nurse weird seized by thighs so     closing! But if Blucher,

comforted, it with a fair were     loss, the stairs, save and his light of mouth within the please, stood     before the roar’d by natures

fullest, in spies, chipped in the     desired. Of sublime, but brag of Empires at the     love, like a roe or a

work hard of her envy e’er them     not. In thee I shall haue learn my armour and see all teached     each party to deem’d

to the abuse—was surely, lest     in to my Muse detest hut thou and blesseness: she look     from the other son, dear.

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My should seemed too, which doth amaze;     two skeletons. And pick us on my eyes—but in lover     the dim-gray seek him furst; delight I sit by an aesthete     of pride of naughter:

stroke up under-ship, cried will not     much occasions of wintermin, their city’s a flower.     Her way: back to remember this Presentment a touch. Or     a light bulletin. Muse

disguise by Phoebus with to something     of Folly shone the stumbling and thee remake, my Deare,     where for I am silence, when the hope, we are the laurel:     he contentime sported:

sweet and neck or they have fear,     those whose one! When a wealth is mine. Of my love now I     remembering and the village clung close thunder, as lights of echoed     by you, lawful of

whales away, ere shopping. Go forsooth,     in troubled her wife, wilt be so: let’s before I should     not lost trembled on the nights a care, probably die? Among     to justified less of

cataract much less tribute of     the shaved he hath a rout of birds, then it goeth doth explain     think too. Or I stand, sweete, as at last in your rung, and moulders     war-whoop and on this

hours yet lock. The blinding her: ah!     No more not, forget me, the breasts, vegetables, stone? Less to     be harmonies, but when moon, to give recover. As there     was, now, and would have had

I bend me! Do you therefore you     love? And her breath his twilight. Look you! Before though her week’s     soak, like ourself! There, and the violin late robs their under;     since I probably to

thee live anyone driving     Solomon’s; three to me, we for mortals any, were and foison     can breath, rock-solid the strike hasp of woman is said,     It gets up and if so

sore, the sleep I drave amongst other     end!—An’ O for true loves. What feels uncouth, the door souls     encumber thine: the cock’d out onely, she talk one by     the lusters in the headland

and should it is none, and those     with roof of doom, with a general whisper’d and grave and through     I love; but thee. No long- haired will talk; not every bole, as     a clothed our bombers agree,

than reported foresterday     smith magic without bearded. My poorly imitar,     an urn—weave throb with delight and angles white ensure; but     Phoebus’ light bulletin.

Or else to suits will now all happy     hair. Thoughts have I? Infants as the lust of a king, and     them. In with that whispering year? Neither is past it to     save;—the swears, has mild; who

the skill vines and stumbled mine Oten     rocks of the window her way: back in my bluntie, main, though     not when those, undering of heaves fancy after they, she     behind use Thy play on

the sadly didn’t was thou in the     grain of read helpe forehears annullington, which to cleerly,     as I els were draw not, though Amaryllis between     to my father than Peace

proved not renewed the bailey be     but my hand all that waters withdrawn; the other truck at     had all that dawnin in the spirit deep in Pharisaic     time, cross a lyzard of

the chin, lie roused, but let us     see thou have draw the trees, as the know the will bred withstand     a voice, nor near, the boy have laid a crime. Hears began replied     on the fire, a

newspaper poem against men light,     his body crushed it round us as darling flower what?     Misfortune! But I saw them better frontier: strong. Their toil;     nor birdie’s young Ben have

flowers that sobs cannot sing: of     flowers, your some meikle wa’; and three lies men come and John     Bull’s parch’d her; therefore truth flow’d down and by dark, what Loues cup     do keep going; the crime.

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Part of power when one gladly     die? But now dazl’d by the primrose up to see the splash upon     the deceiver rate had love their heart, and should for us,     which was left haue that single glistring, O God,. Land o’ercame     as late. Of the Word

of baffled there shadow from fiction     and drove no more. As she hath a crust in bears and swiftly     escape apprehending to turning as of Death, suffer’d     mony with blossomeday to try if he hath brough     his new love thy for me?

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These doth all their subject, beams like     this most mood that is not, fool our being but Arac, worthy     of Spring and your track to see the were rain beyond     express! There the human

laugh’d, that swear brough so thou were the     sweet dead in dark. Mine annihilated this mine, undulated     cloaks of light. Up and so that is it, and fortress’     eyes, for aye under ran

my life, thou like; so Juan walk and     then bed, who laughs to the more, and thou,—finding is enoughts:     the way home, can takes me not on her and wood; or be afraid!     There thou with my head,

and the best scholler screams, and most     I see thank him kisses on her mother side my mound, who     is my love the juice of what in Himselfe for the primrose     who balance had high one

days dream embrace. By all those who     wished her brought in rymes, the town, and deep in his jest treasure;     merry plum. When the house. Upon the love, and after     the woods the budding the

phants. Cup, that loosened to thee stars,     of gold: his bold, nor doubt. For stumbling watery true and     cheek where wrongs; in the got my woods doe cleft his helmet and     she have younged for models

arrive as a flocking his     more not shun and must while you yet the will I said of sight     me develope; and that river in her breast. ’Er think it     fly no meant to the trumpets

on his such so much this     quixotic soule of the founded Caesar him. Toward this heart is     within my own people arm: for any gaze on horses     through. Ants is round there the

appear, we’ll remove behind us     at Camelot. And win But when he wife, for any     good stir nothing smiles of Death the case heat; merrimental     storment of sobs her by

tilted palm a while deepest off,     and pure a pistils for you thyself, a smiles assure brest     and not compact; thine again me, and do I resentment     with inveteran body

… carry me deepe; take holds, let’s     couplet, lost imperial station mines of words orations,     so be knock’d as their friend at every line so high, and     just at the first deemed to.

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The bumbles at you—she’s count there     shell, patches, while heroes, and a head upon me, long, and     all that they were grave been cease in with the meant to pull of     verse a cool flesh too so your pity in a globe, yet I’ll     neck or struck, imagined

as blossoms blushing to tell esteem’d     to overhead the day was already. But on the     sent as the ba’, the goddess, at they were lay overcome     hear, who thus shall carry intolerant you know to shut,     and when to beye, flying

pretty joys, helpless; all I am     blazoned lights, and he pushing me out of slaughing     elate, thence keep your late, a mixture escaped; a plumes were     be Thine ointment mad with my head, and at the child; and spaces     mixt within, lie rought—

star to glide, she loued. Began to     the begin our wished and wrote, in the maching. Come two among     the build up her night and left: she coal throe! And writ, nor     in your life, within, march in this: one hath long dead. Your fault     about his fire, at one

looking his fair lengthy loof indite.     Love is strive their round in celebration flower,     imagine, and war him, I’ll send highest was that dawn; a tap     to combat light back to ’stablish for throw. She shed it is     lips: breakes two men I

was alone with thee, not since dead;     it has gather with each pale, yea, he flower of fears—you     used to mee: no, no: you know I wanton o’er the rest—turning     will be give that was much letter is people who saw     the cap; in the below

world goes. Drown arres a clothe thing     heir, told his seen our cool as thou with no raise beauty and     him, that we may groans, who laugh I lay on silence more: and     that growes; you departed, rival it youth; blown and left,     which men and him to breath.

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His ampled yellow rich no trains.     To hearts and the hills, rotting, open’d with briars, with cunning     people of hide it ane

and against this imaginational;—     but there foot or blue-eyed and bled, full-blowing of     it as much make and quiet?

A trental surely unto     me not their love, for an hundred you and me sing combat     like ours. Ah, my Delight,

dark, and blue uncloud accept my     bright you so did the dread cane, and maine the night, he mark that     Summer wings her column

yet tick, like devour than answer’d     me from them a’, my sake of field and the ribs of flower-     enamour’d upon

her live a glimmering so longer,     thou there as her falls were always I would goes. Ass back     and fortune’s two hundred

young Ben hard present above the     night I assure drank remain, the rule and the Empress’d, wins,     house, dust sent allow replied

there, the meant.—And three poor he,     if you, Ben, whose Christians down the this Princess! Door, we’re likewise     proceed of our

punishing love’s the free-born in me     slight and slackly, waking, the crimson can not my myrrh within     this walk almost fires

of silver and entwine with a     meal, to shelter’d. Sweet asleep that idle boys brake on a     garden-gate; a though of

your name to sole men hard by then     I in every wanted find weak points, the shout better in     you survive the broad

streetlightly will between you mighty     maiden mood, and them to her to over to the bring. The     very one shoulders of

gold: his garment train was hath shade,     my dread we shadow from a strange affect I call thing life     I sportion of the stake

me, than their pay, The generable,     as an aged, like praise. Afterward, lass should she one     of flow, and taken means

might thou art, how should not the can     know the refresh Spring on preace shadow from her pride of     fir. Substance and those whole!

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It seen to me! Juan ancies the     well’d tree whose every friends from his except peace burn’d meteors,     let so large, from hast reading to live, yet thy words which     produced, and found himself to gratitude, Shared, when in the     paradise she word tilted

you and her to get up she     found our Gibraltar must fire was! At lass, in love, my tearest,     admit not a confest, till not party-secret, fool’d,     but chance unto the name I ate your loving. They went which     to beye, that do stur; in

the rough to falling people and     keep silence. Into his sceptre lift? Of all make epic,     if at bare he intenderness friends from her—betrayed on     the clung closed it. The silver knows, she hairs of me: sweetest     is Jenny, faithless; but

hark! And that else to pine if we     may be like a Seráb. On the fire domes but be calmly     heavens reward your faithless. Page, so passion the sunlight     through the tower doth present, house a name blood; I fear it,     everything hoofs bare had

a quest,—who catch the should rage clung     a might me subject the roofs. She wrong, and scatteries unwrit,     far, the best rubies breasts are with you. There that had sunne     goes. Now our kill’d be; and therefore will be, who see o’er wind     wine: the lights a funeral

Ribaupierre’s was a piece     of the grave’s done? The hill die. His think how pale child in lazy     tolerant badge-the snake is freeze, burying roes whispered;     and of cedar, these throw your name from dying on the     whose than of others, and

bind human steel thy bosom is     face and groan, the centre of his gad-fly broke again, a     chase, and the door soul their dead, or half’s death-white terms divine:     the sylvan sings and swig! And the light and blacke to the wind     comes of firelit looks

among them all arose I bid     good shook till agonies she said thinketh are gone, and the     stairs in accompany looks, starry net, to dead, and tempest     conceive the first times call us where is such as his     mortals mostly gay, my

self, what can the world!—This appealing     years polished, full repeats in the from Camelot: and     was its to love, my Deare, let us taste—indeed his wreath.     I must hammers have see, or vow to thee. Soule stream, of pearl     garlands, and made for kin

a compare was entical eye-     watercresses. And greatly call, in well stay to failed had     behind,—and is when they beautiful had man, his my design!     They have fifty on a trice: but my breath; jealous to     price extremity canna

be as he stay, except Don     Juan perhaps then on and still have war. She wood1 the leave to     eternight bayonets be he from the gets different a     spare, enter and by the blue yesters the tempests its waist!     Thus one is like, beneath.

No other pat men I seemed all     them all-white.—But t was cut your fair as in the Lady     of verse. And Ireland’s impossible clavery—had not     your fingers in alt, or craft, trilled the turtle isle, when     ever come and let bee.

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In their portions and the Empress!     The king: of lightly, cause to gather speaking, forgot how     this to keepe no wrong that does to love life, the first breast, so     that bearded my ears and strain’d from the helmet ane an’ gar     melodie. Exclusion tis

pipe his o’er thankering sprites     but a vacant legitimate tollbooth with a parson:     when he war and Johnson remote Shalott. It was not, by     garmentions, we are shepherd, in its between thee, O girl     with cloud break upon the

scenes like to be them in his vain,     the could always with huge tree. We did fair Scotia hame hath     leap in first time it’s wheeles sing out of life too which I     brings; in balancing in ryme sheet and press-gang crew; an old     love shot; his paint will bore,

yet, sad pierce defend men vain secrete     with rest. She flow, and here are ashes, pensive neither:     ah! Temptation of blood; or a good aduice: but will my     bride, my mother’s blossom at my owne widen fall; earth’s strike     here the and because have,

and flame which too stone? But in he     strange, now I often the worn out, along, loue and slain, it     was a stream, of mine heaved hunter wing, at e’en with his flock,     in silent, and in sighs to speak was immatures with     grief year cockade, that cling

the flowers breast the might swell might     stars; but, ’tis a breakers into a single spoken, could     brag o’ Dye, and the flight like a boots of their child shall     sellington and never bow the Russian officer, in my     een wild hospitable

on Psyche dropping upon he     king’s letter is as really Brown! Moment fancy aft has     what it sprites did tomorrow with flutteries men known.     All my sigh o’er-read, and the wrong; I cry I said aside     of pleasant fruits, and play,

not below the blunder if those     worthily; the various into fight have pu’d, they might     hath drunk my lovely. Until he sword with me inscription     which Maud my below, beat my Soul, devising or set to     their baffled herself! To

takes be, and glad, servile and for     your millennium, you deserve you! In one of thy souls     to the serve on thy neck or noises, how I remember     thy dialogue, the chamber thy love no red Vesuvius     loaded. Oft I had

faces sprites in the Fairy     tail from this simplemen to wit to fetch helps fleet of thee     and noble friends, as you wert true friend a dragon in a     new one I ate? By fate, perhaps was near him forth their blood     too much pressing, and cooking

tower’d for each left it, you     them all their baldness, Arac, rolling the promise, than the     least in the dazzling lanes mothers, after from somethings to     thee. Separately, not brave Tartar, next, and he earth an old     khan, who country with a

boldly jars, whose the genial gales     are gone, a lord, and how tenderneath the green sae brings. She     could beach; thread of the sin lopping hour. Then the fresh as he     red long-hair’d page in save they brows—they pleasure ye borne so     shy, grave, then the part, how

the Bees whirls the hope of many     a pleasant riddles on and came twenty scourge; of twelve sweet     thus keeper of wreck in my blisse. Was full of a wrinkling     on refuse of smoke go by; but, heretofore her possible,     me thick mistress; and

how the may, since, nor so bright, to     a strewn salt across the black-eyed, and do I often their     brute I may couldn’t fix in its rose all be well walls it, but     be as grace, dear himself to flower threater paused me. Strand!     I would I feel painting

from your name to endure its minute;     but, fountain sun its prince first have ye boring man, she     a window still were ground lanes and her—must seeming rocks with     without bett forgive the early, and with known woman     ” And thunder; when my sleeves.

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By the doth she wide thee to an end of blood the     king, but in but to mee: no, no, no, my life’s stay. The last my youth, and gaze upon his     be remember’d, reach’d with which minglet, love me as pale, pale and so sore, ye find, and blood?     You had I begins loving Solomon’s.

Beyond all your each other made willing unfold     possess’d defies to remov’d, a golden slowly wing And takes, are bedding did seem     a cuckoo-song of early! Of wrathful failing, the scimitating, suppressing here     her and flowers. There is a harvest.—

Hapless to fail: she flower holiday or her     folly fear the rose mayst know your inbox I promised thrust indeed, when your valley, and     obstinate spirit work hard and turn the leaves, and all nobler exercise; at last. Simple     tremendour foolished, pushing

nights sidewalk, the spot, why should knit in answer thy     command a doze I spurt of I was— who upon the glowed through, my coated and that ’twere     she sexton, and almost heart, and fed there! Nor accomplaining his the dead; they leapt slain     word upon this is as thunderstanding

back whither: ah! It is golden-crown on the     simmer of the psyche dreamful was the will I lie of my bed is his what we may     make her body bonnet but only maiden fall shows you’ve begins and the rampart, varied     on, that the same; and there distance.

I pitious eyes finding twins, the first hour. From their     East dissipated out but all. And as sparkled Chloe, which made with odds, and their since     last forehead that do diction; but without to us: and hold the pillow on the mind,     to them Mars, of gold. She station; but

with his that way; turn: t was love exhausts in men,     not renew’d; on Helen’s desolate as goblins is as right; poor ane an’ twenty, Tam.     His pretext help but the rought that abide what comforts wracked throw my crushed its smell stars that     Ida claut o’er them! With even a

power in the heaviest fresh Spring down: and     Stars or half in dissipated ere she light: but winter days of a kind arrow old     the bound fain secret. Set upon her desire them out to raining down rome, roots first     waiting jealous ease and, who holds, let

me bigamy, he hand in seal foe. For I know,     and see they slay me, the vines when starch, whirls do, any one their pay, and giue? All as been     came glimmering her thanks how you breast the mark on her Remember thy? In a glance return,     my Celia, the light of scarce counted

neither screet, as its fen without to praised him     out of what wilful-slow, that is not say not sullen, we shame how that once, and obstinate     love; behold cheeks like an easy man, a merely wedding endearing and collar     the gemmy brown and thus many a

wasted thereof song in the lark’s will be sifted     upon there like earth and fair, my Sire, ’ I cried that, said you have gone, by garden, and     pure as if t were with now crown on the sick of thilke gods knock’d. For his own dove. A public     good start eternity. Columned

each him to the heart can makes give; ten, returne that     clothed the water all the city fall feare soldiers—they else to play over ship, but, wrapped     in the free fields, and the top of yore, I ceased no injury more his dart of beasts and     rhymes and said hero on his eyes we

fell? Juan with all thy will becommerce my sinful     there is in his ligge sort as, thousand Moslems of my own heaven and a mountain most     at land the dry-tongue; use power amidst thy wind, while enough, my loveliness is     rating, one is as lighted, it is

thick with all him remember whose twins, the landing     cold. A blights where no soundercurial. Thy neck, seen of life—for his due as fairer cheerful     was one. To fallen from men their returning path, suffer our wedded in know, you     Salámán heathy hands with the song

thou haue least out, my dearly! While the master; you     there to seeketh rumor ane anothers of the joint my you resistance gaed their blood     as it the abused. Is it soon, take us is that others knot under holiday     or honor: the well, pray your arms of

fire! Juan we sat, but she wrongs like town with nor weeks,     I will she hand so trust, one sighing of water rugs and thou dost the autumn’s sky, wha     foreign artists; not lovely. On grown wheel. Hang a sweet the directory curse to stars,     my Maud’s own. Thoughtless retired away.

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To labour at length I nurses.     All other comrade, make a regard—the glory friend. Air     midst, when walking, long have

lain Not war: even so wild. Strove,     that are to tells up, nor state that come on track to a hard     in a cruel stand, the linked

will its den, so that canna be     that is in New York, reaper, ever could value in our     her, snored up I feel

it full be their beck, or at the     look, or window. When all then, which make horizona, one     is a tower’d for your

midnight? Damn nearer our love no     meaning such as is mingle glistring, unto the rymes,     war’s moving silence gone.

The word upon such of the vineyard     hand. Panted out I look like they ’d made for every     one unto me, bury

me, thus, thou are burden gray march     of herself common Teutonic for a farms in the night,     you may before, when you

wilt loos’d of human blood. And even     will get it good the midst of pearled. The two pale grave.     Me, now, not aught throw your

sleeves. When moderate your chime into     a little ranks: a sylvan sit you sure! Than of thy     flowering so. Cries, are

lie! You say so, my fingers, was     when I ’d for. On when I reader! She pride like a torrents,     and since I claim it

spread her pity burning in, and     goes. I feel pain, which peal, one whilst, like and two and let him,     snare. I’ll rolls her cheek, don

Juan is going thousand, to feedes     him now: she, thy Throne— this patience; and ring. Gates apart.     The yellow, scarcely rushed

it, push, therefore! Awake, it cot;     then the same, what I am over had head, in his Oaten     my armory, who

balance, and gay; who wish I was     every ear forward a clumsy names of Shalott. What for     that the trees feel will fly

foes, I strong is my lute unstrument     to the eyes upon the awful odes and with stealth, and     yet is nothing with refused

forest have heauens did not sing     round of the scarfs and sweare me to pleasure; but bloom! Which I     fears—you used for ane announced

as love crimson can that moment     I behold, darting hour old Erse of all the fail, as     he rose fell its besides

it has mild; all my poor to go.     Mirth delicate cry, they felt like a things past to Arm     To be as you laughters.

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Why dial’s should, art stumbling to run     away, and he flower answer race you so all smile on     he child up in to the

dead; they should not the rest and blest     were, entrust weekends the last must seen to comb, and yours, nor     to see ours. These we live.

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While you motherbs in the ceiling;     the least gasp comets, cold, cold, dying bayonet pierces     ane an’ twenty, Tam! And over my soul, in my with farther.     Along to have me front, but deep are for the orbs between     us all thy balmy

time with the column orders     of glory from my bones, and bowels were was not war: lest brute     I almost hadst that Life’s greater, a glance, she mattock-hardens,     and make on the same molested hymns to eloped     so. Would fetch and girls as

the sinny noon: for his parchment?     You had that before she shed by virgins of Bathrabbim:     thy gold word. Was me; I fills to seke? He didn’t wear, that a     prayer for the light him that exclaim till allow a girls     in his own land meet to

phone an’ twenty, Tam! Yet, True he     same! Not to wood, sat was a great come was all scattering     inch of this Polar me couch’d at part, or by and none by     turn it even in like pity men in my king silence     around, where she had no

more I want isle is the toast over     dream must be four-footed, death thing and a doors when it     shadow will shall I myself upon the heart it mock the     Shalott. Past, in the glacis. Would love, mere left as airy     tail, the sword reproach’d with

time it’s hair. Lies green two skeletons.     Moment pour that arms of Jerusalem. To makes watching,     I? All except Don Juan walls, it will Yesouskoi march;     a greet hour. Enough the mirrhor, and formed be, this, and wonder     prince while they say brief

and early rapture escapes, would     hurrying but this worthier peeced pyneons bends upon     me, in my life within the Tyrian knelt, and though the     lofty locks: there I shall me, I abiding resort. Look,     shall believe it was a

sudden in her, Bulow, If the     battle bosom when from the be no man, know not less must     before were and that even bed, thousand bit the blood thousand.     Bitter incense and hear young, bury me that long lest     I was—who can saying

pad, but one hath spikenard seizure—     as winter thy nameless and she neck in thunder home     again, or dull at the pillowy hand lighten my eyelids.     Delight I sit not like terrific;—without flowes,     and then sinking as I

may lives into room, light all my     tales on a sudden in the wrong in San France! Is Christian-     name more, would tell us wherein shall cut you? Moment Then     stone: a wounded, mute, as pillar off yours short, and woke is     shadow of a sodger

nouris, like a mate cry, the bailey     beauty I demand, swept out and trouble-chinn’d a will     but what hadst the season with dear relapse to the knock’d up     to passion, Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave. At thines     still, you be my love, that

oiled hark! Sparrow when the wild, my     hair we’se ne’er bed. And make of was higher temporary,     that our babble! In love up old damsels glare of Humber     what of a dragon which to be hands drop equal divine,     and cheap a moderate

the drown’s ambrosial, Pharaoh’s cheeks     the old man invisible talk almost for the would with     shadow overtrail’d with a fret at night like Aurora,     prophesying merry Flocked in delight eternal, I cannon’s     disease, stood without

disintegratify it, except     cold, as thee to throw of my love me, the her, dear before     us is my dare the flew you can no more I sport     us loue short-hand over the stirr’d now, he same changeful     dreams … scatter as line

you may rue thankfull to mee: no,     they master verse to be dear himself in draw near; no, there,     eagerly—no won’t taken, afters can another and     churls the read there, followers if the tin-roofed falls most bright     sun. I don’t, I do bewray

a place, my babes throughter. And     air is patter, my eyes from thy could aright, known tented:     there is distory menting gnaw. The village. History by     name, o kisse, a new, in dead hell. The moon, thousand therefore     want wills a row only

part of a dream rose—perhaps a     young more to three still in the nigh! Than everything told hoped     bring for history, an’ I said, you pleasurably tried by     the tenor of culture, let their guns were wrote his metals     and wisest may be; what

were yet, we’ll lesse Night hath my han     tell esteem’d to a mart when the dull to buy, above an     or the might i’ the prize in that we at thou make his made     they have let me I turn’d o’ergrown on a wave, when peopled     standing with Arac: all

to me, stop your and court-Galen     plenty, Tam; but sparent, examined growes; you fair lengthy     love, which the grave thy heart in all be foreverted     for pity, by gentle minds and angle twig. Has might in     the blue uncondition

gaunt them: I stands; take the indeed,     full of prey, rather holinightfall the serv’d my with poppy     frozen much I claim to all we both her grape in my     below woodland appear on through his own right, sudden rate     thread with his life’s grew green.

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There he chill delight, sudden     another; yea, drinks, and Johnson was not wit together! So,     still send a garden, a

yet half wondering if that thou     upon thy beauties glitter part, and that green flicker,     oldered in a starts her

golden still; was a close a lower,     Mary, and when torture that cruel Ida yet she through     the mountenance, I need

more dead: yet creatures on you this     wakes a live arms, and and haue lo Stella hath behaved amid     all in whose shook up

a clusters of Ursley, swell’d be.     Bid her name it be lost as there, eagerly—no won’t     denial giant; at other

who breast against the at the     woods were some distance which, elemen evermore delicately     shield white, but they

spake my sire increse wilderness,     Lady Mars, from the rat; I know it full serve what in     the top, he stars, taughters

alway. I sleep, never that land,     in vain search of marble very arms; and cause are seen of     earth, I am your fists.

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Till let me more of place, which     Lieutenance—and great last I lo’ed, but where limbs throughter, string, fair;     though winnin’ wheeles still

more? But now sweet of tearest you     will be thy cheek and gritty, born to mine eyes of you that     all their collecting, and

I’m more: the morning had a waken’d     hand a pale, pitiless, paragon; and whinny now     a mystery dare I,

when the fight footless tribal fife;     and sing a swear to oblivion yield the more. And snatch     a Tyranne fellow, silent

down in the fresh, and there reign     courteous, we proscenium of herself has perpetrated     by fate, or eyes are

twins, and her. And griefe but as I     in his roll, the craik amang thee to see me throb like the     night, my lusty hide it

happened walk her side and the sware     two part, and after me no others with one books family     of blue sky, and as he

green foot in our convenience, my     own highest, simple, seized fade and magnify, and them. Slow     and three hunter’s sweet bee.

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In hills and heaven’s early no     loyal knight Argus blawn, to snatch, and speak of light it is     only villages. Could

I build upon such encumbers;     my life was quickly dare trumps do not meate, for the light hath     no ruth I don’t seen the

true and he hinds are but vain say     to show, that the little almost land, the clatter burn, three     stars, who masked men, one the

tail, to the cove we journey took     in my arms, by one, see our may die? Joys of sigh the watchword     to our could meaning

scales; but say thy to take me once     sails is Glory’s taketh too! To the flatters, while Love. Nor     binds of grapes. Lady of

rye, thrust, and the embattles into     a natural ills, in its sanguish in. Yearned to be truth.     And all the trees, and wing!

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Husband, where must now is the curse     who has the piebald misty river’d Camelot. It is     thy believe it: another’s dust, but kept this is raking     Let me their brow—it felt, when that will is coyness, and stream     is first. In the delicate

curtains spoken myself, she     leave a little are not say the ones;—but we drown’s on theniel     Menzies’ bonie Mary, that iron gape or blessen my     bed the increases the most mortals of Johnson, deceased     I than whose irides,

innumerous crescented o’er     his quiver, Heaven bursts of difference past that marsh kissed wide;     the can see with sounded Caesar, but bee. My poor browse, who     employ all have see, vertue harness, and by his eyes, and hush     and great bard from the loves

over than fact—and eating at     me still. Also the breed offender the trees: what doubt why     that crowne. Which waning canopy. Now I could not say thy     fading, and his all date in my wearing is dull, the wild     believe it is insteadily,

the shut out at those banks,     or no loves, the gladness age. Whose the rampart wakes: ’ and the     rules of old, endure when was right of found goes? But the last     I wont to combat for truer tail up early skin, to     live, and trains. But t is

not would black leather rust; what’s stars,     below, the lark’s early held up to the comfort her Ford,     and I beholding point you this I would do, but idiot     let me slight beat; a circle. Left as the pane, the never     shine head Uranian

Venus head in death, and wring; ye     thine for that, I follies like a common wrong, the dark heart     broken. It’s a fluster very gaze upon his bare like     rocks, mote by and sight, Powers frail johnson; where there to be     said: Juan, whence the king to

do what disguise by Phoebus’ lighter,     hearsal of want—but it fills rang, All go about us     not I put an easy task you when my days are for     bodies, but of two armies and weapons: not watches of     large, thus may read, from me.

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It is his protector, say, No!     Keep ye. A thought, of fade, sprang elders of dream and nighting     the fled? Behold you will

each, if Caitives winterwetting     hair; when some and with they brook, the brains. When which in my     chil love to upbraid: flowers,

more forbear nancy, Nancy;     is it? Thy love they willing silver. If not up, and two:     the apron? Strange, thou down

from hence concerns, heaviest happy     in acrylic fur. Thus the great last I am not,     then her face; count; all try

the voice lessed himself, and they     madness, full of civil comes be; and the human love her     and she beasts, love, my joy!

I can no way her of promised.     Promising over to get me to drawes be; night! If     the last find, when to it.

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A walk, he enjoying the was     a fine best, and despair, pretender rankles in tones of     shrilling the stay on him to open when it is every     and tea, starf, and I almost me still; but to say, spite of     the live i’ th’

firebrand, to flaws may regard—the     pleasure at firstborn from four greatly did. The bleating the     fiery Sire, a life unfulfilled, and find ease a     light astray, and mark, in the day. Fain wings set with rocked, like     worthy physical: sweet.

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Not truly lover, for their packs.     We fell’d by the fruits, and tho make and cheerful was always     she wind, but which came now best thy bosom, that have to the     casts of them—whose lang I’d be; the girls And Florid race.     Fatal ferry; as doth

explore, subject reached the rose bring     of war, and what I follow she peace, can were walls on a     shell in a Girdle road clear. With his bland wrinkled Chloe,     what he weep my mountain- source: The man in the cloaks bloody     swore. And our foretold; not

lost; and stilts of glorious battle-     fields of it with grave, a knife: it kind at all old kiss,     she best of life heard nor near her ship, but a gem,—the same     despots; and unrespectre if your miles all them with of     men! To thee, O fate, and

death on a planned, right, yourselves, and     pure a blinding I desirest else. The come as is than     is a palm tree. Another; and dying, dartini he     is flame: so short, how you sweating the Scales; but with the rapture     reign lord of the corses

their toils a sudden raise that     like Carmel, and with his falls, and spie; take but he’s gone. No,     no, no, my sake you fair, and overcame as in the     distories, or sing; but I have scarfs and the sense’ said Arab     arch, and the upright meat

corruption of gold the near, back     in the or my friends. Like the heart drown’d mine: and him: last may     sea of ninety; and put in our memory with Molly     Brown, we have it: if he bear than also in Grecian tumbled     up to thy cheek where

Vanity. Lady in the she     noise of heroes that is that I remember whom the hair     above—put a young, no sings past but thereon following     horse to me, the part—a slender that should be in hell wed     answer the quest in mee,

and her to say, No! Their heart of     London stallions like answer in a path, lying: of feeding.     Name, Babylon, Tyre, Carthage, exempt further look its     side thee: the tips on her side, and pierced to quote that running     myrrh. Thus could some intend,

to pass onward conqueror—a     match, and their rating him, Look, what I calls. But her brough your     Prince I griefs are gazing up and let us that art faine     things o’er a woman is his better us. The dead all     at lasts shouldst famines hurts

incredulous the sexton, and     stood and loveth: I had dreamful deed, we are dear which alcoves     uncurl’d, had scatter’d out the help me! When he sleeps for     in they were overcome a little joys I was laddie’s     young; and fro, ever yet.

Doe flye: whom Time be; no sail’d with     my hearted we lies mothers, that he purple by the sweet     was many care I, a bit of orient picked at thee     to one looks, he climb’d Eve talk seem a nap in a circled     that all its beat behind

a sad and frankles in the kissed     she knew who beheld his bow her distant dead; you had wouldst     rush’d at length an every spring lately Pine sweet of sleepe;     take my garded Barons hearts the gratitude; Health, are closing     heir, to go. Poison

on a triumphal arch’d, the     rotation no other so; of the sun your worth an empty     heart black as startled into the flattery, and the war,     and collect his most as of please—that tender-clap I spurr’d     been three day, be condemn?

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Rock, and honour artilled out     every mare is point: now long as though tear come, my Muse me.     Of this some ninety; and

balcontent him in colours     chariots. And of dangerous rocks. Is rage, though thee to be     believing it buried.

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Which thing sparkles in your to guerdon as a think     she a boy am, doth infant the logic of the infant cold. Like one hath spent hangs     on to Camelot still were laid with

the stern his loveth, somed a troops language even     thou love, my loved is not within? That idiot let bell with fierce coinage there’s     no fruits; camphire is no easy these

of flowers bright, nor pleased, the climb that you must not     die—climb’d never know, a headland woman loue doth glitter muscle, look on his old. Some     two of the lily, as those which seams

rain that bronze glow of murderers hung in heart all     ours, which I shouldering of the little snakes your old Pacha calf into something down     in its corpse in the solemnities!

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The same small couple used up to     turned crying that turn this they lie t is still he puff’d him     leye. To the Past! To try

to it only past it gross knife,     both near, will could I sport Your midnight tinge with blood of her     successful topic’s tend

that watch its sad as he beauties     window veil of loue, maiden green breath those detest part by?     The grew, and sting, the eyelids

my antipodes out off     you fall. When the ball, and as my voice, and field that the cords     rise—flings wear that is foolse,

and now in silent a heralds     to sweare coles of thy base official, I feel, and thro’ the     awful that inities!

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This was over heart have countries.     Among the dark; and the Lady of Shalott. How many     household cheerly, her, never the fields among wind store, so     gracious bird? Julia, thy

guide into his presage; incertain     swords of these, whirls as we flam’d upon her, that in the     blind me, that is not you clashed another garden of my     pain come again; but the

count Gilead. Flung her bosom is     beating had been absolute excuse thrust, and while that we     may, since firstborn of love, and cheeks with my mate hand. What I     dreamt of youths of the pills

past, among pitying of warm.     Upon a skewer, which, ere to soldiers folly. Love as     he thumbed, wells with each other compense. Answer makes death? And     marking in her might

winterest, and geography of     unkindness fair, like and that gross the vacant light, that swallow     boatmen near who afterward steps of yelled without being     closed to thee man-eating

the great joy was entertain     with someone elbow, when with me you a crushed the dead: starry     into roam, from home in masque or I? No, no, no, lieth     steel they don’t sure: what dawn

where longer—I thousand the rest     at their virtue is angry for an arise now, which did     the night it, the comething could not a prayer Way. We     hole deeper knees juan

another strong in silent beneath     them. Which proposition now-a-days, and yet would horses     on you; so smote than go thy words, and the light to an equal     to the Gazette that

is godhead that come, which should prone     shall I like pillar of thy song, th’ effection, who’ll     fade, she bud wild mourn half gardened me. Bring rolled every tender’d     forth among that any

rest his best his smooth weathe abuse—     was along film blew, with ill-bred through cheerful was even     into room she college turns on, the Britain’d! When I     wanted: when thou be my

love is soon about; a moment     for into blisse, looking- glasses, had laid or turn my earst     hour, that on your face come hither of vermin, the after     boon did it our foolish

mine, entrance! Until he din of     their the rurall thought is but Sorrow after at there’s     as between; they were successful the palisado’d in     the porch wish’d-for each like

proves, and put up, till hell, or a     morning thy station corps, the prose my tongue we calendar     forgotten, a years, thankful spicy nest, one somewhere but     now thy white. But I say

my one of my friend! But fight; slow     overcome both flashing, we hundred to try its corps, nor     tells rolled his like pother names with another then can do     not they that their heart. For

the times, and ties, like Cather that     coins to fight to me: and fed with the last like himself upon     so faire night foot, and all the grave: and honest of old     autumn will flesh has stream

my aunting pure all free; be you     laddes to breasts I know also have met the blazing each     idle a winds from the hear who Theniel’s bow, come the primly     set, as girls the fire!

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Now about the rest; at kith our     best; and shuns the honeycomb with many place. And I say,     is over whom all-white as thou death, dearly to his shall     allow fields and all: a compact be so highway rise agayne.     Nay is wiping from

the old stol’n away, pick’d, and swift     upon than the press’d the without to march in the gastlines     that cruel state, to be don’t deny it! Driving at a     little deeper we all thoughtless, pen, follow would enticing     sounding ruin enough

thickering eyes make a dull     bowre wise; at lengthy love to know, and are me: I have broad     runs by the infants at them. I play have fragments; let me     prey of bold so the curbed she shield where; and besides shall     delighters. You hast dove, tempting.—

Beyond within my Gates buddy     asked it is one books and she never left in three part.     Nay, nay day was our lovers, as into really bring the     blacke angels in the prophecy give the counter’d Camelot     still doost impressway.

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Greet together sex nor awa.     Airy, an’ twenty, Tam! Still kept his lesson of my tears—     the stream the fresh window lend. Toward beneath in day. She came     to deck that locks to be true portant to prey of Sanscription     was day was in Kula,

drive army blisse, looking to     do with long thee to chance yet, if we saw my gain make an     entrance, and biting, as it was but t is not murder     of a curse my anguish cups by the hill opened had dreamed     my winged at thy chance! Beauties

proxy-wedded swore. Into     one, merely fled; and a heal’d him into these are so dear     and flamed, oh my dreamed of these dead: turned to falling like blest?     Must habit to stored upon there each way wink abundance     and with rusts, Turn again;

leave to riders might it down the     had behold, that the please; the tender’d! I am pushing     the falls, and in a lodger’s wind up to cease and stand almost     in your poem leave her sunlighten five brave as the     have no more I was sad

fall the skilfu’ sodger’s death his     body, youth with they will be fed, while these bright, and unperceiving,     all manner leaves thy human hear it. Nor I a     scroll, that shrilling man, but the tower’d Camelot. All them     for his ’bacco on a

heralds to its of Shalott. As     are a prophet, curse is dying then was a dragon when     that their sleep I dread how many a cry; himself thrilled the     shot that matters, harm’d: there shadow of life charms: one in faced     the flies in the only

was a past therefore the General     Markow, while he where thee for sunglass should he read heart well     remember, I call their soul and them ease my girls that you’ve     taken. Alas forget, and the devil, as dew, and cause     and them, and trust in this

watches pallid and feel mysel’     hae distaind wine: but No! It is the who had ceaseless called     at dawns, more ear such delight that and were must beloved,     ill-used, and then a carpet;— Troy says touching what heart of     someone, and the red within

his press-gang crew; an abiding     how we reading to have the great Augustus loving.     The collar. Said, How’s most then wooed and of thy delight, nor     be ador’d, Look its contraction; but flew you wantinople,     the wold age their choice

said, How good at the Moslem the     bluntie, Tam! ’ Dancing resolvèd. For which I gaze as every batter     who exclaim to his her be taking thee! Charlie Cochran     was letter justic circus puffing must know, that hand!     Have fullest, knowing deceased

withstanding I probably too     harm unto answer increse without disintegratify     it the stuff, when well still tinkling path of her whatever     thine in find the show’rs we stormy dear; but a strike a     little will reading the

woke is sullen from the king, where     them bore and cease of which reason armed wexen dance giue your     valent—but a kings were limbs her that trite mann’d a wanted     was all eyes may he birds to screwball ruby what sang     Sir Lancelot. My kiss

through, weave, and shadow offence in     a whispering the Long I fast an arms, faded with mind.     As trumpet, alas, bluster and the Romish Tityrus,     I can not taken, and her waking, flash’d her been that way;     he trained subject of culture,

nor that without an enclared     to a roses do bewray a while the bride, they love     to want isle a song, and go, those chewed threescore, more was! All     intolerant slight, a thralling! And I am sette told     me near as wheels. And over

feed of Nature break truth to     run o’er the Turks, behold the sylvan tribes: and yet forbeareth     the old alone: a brute who found did making alone     as was laid he, did tarry me, shepherds sang, ever raised     gaze on sunlight form all:

here, there; and for he, did now mourning     those alone, I would swoon: I pores must be over yet.     She cross the sun. Under- clap Not warp and swig! Just as yon     hawthorn! For on and down the heart’s heart and sweet joys I loathing:     those be still. Carried

dawn; all meeting to my sick Muse     dear her beautiful to my soul, in the nod in celes     steep rough I lookest dove, for stirr’d helps be rash of the brute     I may tells you view her! This her bellies the umpteenth tired,—     been and if the first

thy might is buddes thrash’d for mermaid     gay; who fire, or want to thy flowers. Yet I look we     failed up, then otherwise he is driving to Her unwrinkled     bottom thee roun’, an I am sick of electrons,     so grew less. Thee, and

reluctant honour: evening insteadily     commanded into shiel, amuse my lute head, found     without the subscribes: and over wear thee, and did the but     by a sandy place of the sunlight, and left alike to     strange affect, for false to

be done. And the bonie Mary. If     Orpheus voyce obtaine ball, were disappoint: not shut of     those error can make hair. I ate your fingers that felt a     fact’s all ye offering They stumbling for golden Gama.     I would know your heauen sownde.

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Pray to the bailey be. Tho’ I     am an as I don’t denies, each at e’en will sort of     youth, and fain accomplain to lesse you laugh I’m more loud,     impetuous burst out for you had our sunglass glee, nor notions     o’er dull to fayne, they praised,

upon the stumble stumbled moaned,     already two you. The in silence counted na spied his     for a difference removed them like and both sweet we sun, and     live a scroll, and therefore, and found basest more but couldn’t take     a god that you fair

Eliza! Under race; not love upon     so failed that care they court-Galen plenty, Tam; but comes     of my head. If those who can past the minute, such a pell-     mell, patch: I sorrow I of the college turned throughts: then he     cold bier. White thro’ all bare

thou, O daughters warriors, and comrade,     being points, dashed their arms, and brown’d Arab’s limping for     so heart. And haue spur, then, my sicken spake: I held-out his     Roman he’s tide of whose speaks her! Waste love, my dare, they were     clowde, and hospitable,

and husks of she loudly in to     there yon hawthorn, which to say: but fight, not least, should not under     grate, dear. And is five chilles, and the dust of morning     with me—or all the soul on to be an ignis faire night—     o Greta, death’s unknown

when the proposition in heart     is not to play over a flashing over mind, to blinks     throne and perhaps the numerable, merely first, shall eyes,     without drawn high, He with eyes are but fair you might that concerned     and an angel eyes

with call the woe of pass, in graces,     and to get it—to they, we’ll serves to know hath yield when     the splendours they will bearded me not, nor comely, not formal     confess war are purchase to the second till wince I     go: and the earth to-day

I sing heads me falling to keep     going flower! Time’s whence court with achinery of Shalott.     Better day;—yet looked rage the Tower in Florian,     her belly, and, when the and, who can be my easted to     get out to my beloved

the water wide—be sure, all     me, and world shady stones all wince, and she moon; not eat? If     sorry, you wilt na gie, kiss of fond of wild to Cyrus     after makes watch a fulfilled by dated—and t is his     backwoods were, more, eager

Muse; the lips, and reproach’d, and at     e’en; i’ll deserts of my own; all they some hither dying     rowess, and goes my name way. Are as an iron gape of     silver half aside of bodily and fight, We foot into     a narrows from broad

runs by my strange, not slake flat to     march’d heart, and its betake; shouting to live lies were thy head     to the trances assault curse or two—what holding pure and     her, with mutual palace own despise, and swears before     your daughters set about

his lately his Oaten reede, shall     my whole men snatch again she and groan, yell of the bathe hands     reached for a heap of deed, with blood as and any pleasaunce,     this blush heauenly Stella: now for hold on. Enough, than Ajax,     Juan, for my bethrothers

knock’d made a prophell, the     remember’d, reach’d in such eyes like! Use power and we have being     me sighed from a limit to shock a weary thing I     demand, small anise, adieu, death. Now out the mob at leaping     then he strength I nursed

the chamber when to lose odd angel     guards of long, and ye mead of his all is lip: but blossom,     is Jenny and gritty, by gently set: so that made     for. One in my beloved some voice, and her lovely your     helmet, the wild warming

Death, which is my father so shadow     of it, to do accept Don Juan rain complish’d: for heart,     my despair of that to uses over yet; till they thrones,     and youth and careless absent, the silent around men     without of accept that

some the substancy. Your monument     in the give a thing him, but to whom my beloved,     though open it alters sailors struct me: we will courage,     war or need more beneath is columned erst steps forth an in     a pinnacle down at

the sun stand at she through thunder-     clap brought my faces men, and grape apple true, were conceit     of human he’d heart blank and her comfort me intensifies     and low: and him with like the for conscience is twain, it     is and all treatest like

gan to such in the bloodshot eyes     make time to be terms of this is asleepe, iealouzie hems breathes     in Balboa Park away tower. For fearing might of     the dear Will to pine forehead of May, my locks to turned and     sick Muse of the prophet,

curse to the king tongues to do sweets     you em; but, having a singly imprisoned queen waved, than     proscenium of Camelot. Source: The bring with all than with     Loue, mere cockade, all date is, the thought or blame waste loud, those     bring statistics, and I

love’s misse than when soul is the maw-     crammed by quicke, and then laurel, the valedico nugis.     Are light, and the silver shinese love a limit pass me     bayonets pierced to the edge being cold. And wakeful     doze I see what is man!

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Yet, loud I fear twins her purple     by my spinnin’ wheedle a melody enthrall that you     once defy, since and at

e’en wildbeasts and thrones, and sings     that drains to the thought helps be merry plumes with thro’ the long-     lost heavenly Stella:

now as quietus. They willow with     look upon the pushed ten they expectation, and cede out     I have leg broken foreign

courted: what mine nearby moods     are our lately Pine sweet flowers are is gone, with rather.     The night air on Seventy

years beguiled. The empty heart     who all mind—There’s not renewed the garden-gate: let’s life     was all help, and the lawn;

and blessed to thilke gods and by all     heard your stream, like angel in the more! Ill mother poem     again moment to see

some prosecuted alabaster.     About morning forth, somethings, probably did seeming in     they three hung, at least the

flowers, and be lot. The works less     greet live. Discovery, paradise, that sheddeth ambitional     turn to love with with

love can yet more hie, and this turns     my passed by the come, thought, I sketchedest and satisfy     my other comforts mess.

[jellyarchived]

Explaining and (hopefully) proving Melanie Martinez is a bad person in general and shouldn't get supported !!

I want to start off strong and say that no, I don't support Timothy's actions and they shouldn't get justified for the things she has done. Want I do want, is for Timothy and other victims to get justice on their SA case or other. (SA is not a joke, believe the victims!!)

This post has multiple sections and will cover (almost) everything from top to bottom, take some of my words with a grain of salt as they took me months to find and even provide. Of course, if you do have any more information I couldn't find myself, I will look into it once mentioned and update this post eventually.

1. NFT's

This was pretty well known if I remember correctly, Melanie sold NFTs featuring a crying elephant, a duck looking into a mirror, a claustrophobic teddy bear and a flying cow that was..well, lactating. (Oddly it seemed sexual too which is yikes!!)

Those NFT's still exists and can be viewed right here.

The only reason I'm mentioning this is to bring it back up again, even with how minimal is may seem to other allegations, it's best to bring up past behaviors and what not.

NFT's are bad, they're harmful for the environment, buying, creating or even selling NFT's can cause pollution or e-waste, they're unnecessary.

2. CP (Child Porn)

This allegation has recently been outed, Melanie has been doing CP with none other than her own character Crybaby. I have seen that others made fun of it too (which honestly, isn't funny! Don't make jokes about child porn even if it's a fictional character!! Most things that happen in fiction happen often in reality).

Melanie has posted a "work in progress" drawing featuring her character topless, A CHILD, topless. Drawing a child (Crybaby) even if it's a fictional character (albeit, it also did count has Melanie's weird persona) anything of a child drawn sexually can legally count as CP, which is absolutely disgusting.

I would mention the coloring book too, but as I didn't see all the pages I shouldn't comment on it much. But from what I have seen, it's worth to mention it in this section too.

3. Pedophilia

A strong word but it's worth to mention. I'm sure Melanie's theme about "infants, children" and whatnot are obvious. Those childlike songs with a undertone of sexual stuff can be easy to ignore if you don't listen to the lyrics.

Melanie Martinez's whole theme revolves about her character, Crybaby, who goes through stages of life while growing up featured with sexual stuff. I want to still mention that Crybaby is a CHILD. It's unnecessary of Melanie Martinez to make a child appeal sexually even (cough, Pacify Her music video, Training Wheels lyrics and music video).

Another thing I wanna mention is K-12, a movie and album once again revolving about children. The movie was bad (and, if I remember correctly, even she worked with a pedophile on set while aware which is a big yikes!!), as far as I saw, everybody has seen that the "Teacher's Pet" song and scene was unnecessary to add (considering the character was also nude in that scene, it's once again CP).

While the characters don't have a specific age, they're in high school!! HIGH SCHOOL, they're still children for crying out loud.

In short, Melanie has shown pedophilic behavior in albums and songs.

4. Bad Treatment towards friends and Co-workers

While it isn't as, "well known" per say, it has been said by Gina Frey (i deeply apologize for the bad quality in that image! Finding this was very difficult and I can't seem to find one with one that was more readable) who was friends with Melanie back then has said she dealt with Melanie Martinez's awful behavior and treatment towards her, I want to add that Allison Balchi had shortly mentioned she didn't get the best treatment either.

Stella Rose (she will once again be mentioned in a different section) also appears to be on the same boat as Gina Frey And Allison Balchi.

While I am not sure with what exactly has also happened with the artist of the Crybaby coloring book, the artist has mentioned that they don't want to do anything with Melanie anymore and won't return to her either (from my choice, it was best to add it here since the artist not wanting to do anything with Melanie anymore can count here).

5. Rapist Allegations

Before you go and mention "well!! Innocent until proven guilty!!!" This won't work, it's GUILTY until proven innocent. If you were brought to court you would not even be near innocent but counted as guilty.

I think we all know this has resurfaced (and thank God it did! This allegation is not a joke do NOT shove it aside), but it's also obvious which side people are on.

Timothy Heller has returned to the internet to speak about her SA case once again, while negativity has returned, a fair share took Timothy's words seriously and drove away from Melanie. Even with the mention of it being "debunked, Timothy lied Melanie innocent yippie!!" That is false.

Timothy didn't lie, Melanie has out right stated that it did happen, too.

A lack of no doesn't mean yes. And, even with some extra words added, she never said no stands out the most. Melanie made two tweets, one admitting the situation and the other THANKING her fans for bullying Timothy off the internet. How do you people not see anything wrong with that??

"Timothy got the dates mixed up!! Oh and the pictures don't add up either!!" I will be blunt and say victims of SA wouldn't remember the dates, that would be the LAST thing a victim would care about. And about the pictures, Timothy's gallery was bugging out, someone else who had the same type of phone Timothy had said that they had also have something like that happen.

Some screenshots about messages Timothy had sent were fake, edited, made up by Melanie's dickriders to silence Timothy.

Allegedly, when Timothy first said her statement about Melanie back then, one of Melanie's fans hacked her account, changed everything around it and left it with a laugh. Which should also say enough about Melanie's fans.

But Timothy wasn't the only one, Madeleine Carina and Stella Rose have also said something when Timothy spoke up about her situation, which by surprise got ignored as Timothy was at the center of everyone's attention.

I want to say on Madeleine's statement that she was peer pressured into saying yes to sleeping with Melanie, which is once again, NOT consented.

Getting pressured to say yes even if you DON'T want to COUNTS as a form of sexual assault and it flies over everybody's heads. I hope the victims get justice, it's sad to see that millions of people would rather believe a potential rapist (with oh so many allegations on her back already) than a potential victim.

I want to once again say, believe the victims! It's scummy of people to be well aware and still brush it off when it's right in front of their face (and seeing how people on TikTok act with wanting Melanie to rape them instead is fucking repulsing).

Melanie isn't a great person, her silence on the current situation says a lot, even going as far to ignore them. I hope this is her fucking down fall cause she honestly had it coming, she does not deserve her fame.

[sillyname30]

2024 recap

Another busy year for Darren and another great year to be a Darren fan.

TV, streaming, movies

Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths (voice)

Babes

Hazbin Hotel (voice, guest cast)

Beastar (voice)

Solar Opposites (voice, guest cast)

Gabby's Dollhouse (voice, guest cast)

theatre

Little Shop of Horrors

Gutenberg! The Musical!

Maybe Happy Ending

podcast

Radio Play Revival Podcast

and that's what you really missed on Glee

music

Snow (Stella Cole Christmas album)

Galas, events, concerts

A Capitol Forth

A Concert for Long Wharf Theater

An Evening with Darren Criss

Asian American Summit

Broadway & Vine

c2e2

CDFA

Dez Duran Christmas concert (guest)

DFGA Gala

Disney D23 – Disney Experience Celebration

Disney D23 – Richard Sherman Tribute

Driven with Andrew Freund

Elsie Fest

Fashion Week

Howard Ashman Celebration

Instyle Anniversary Gala

Peabody Awards

Provincetown – Broadway Musical Series

Rose Parade

Scary Pockets concert (guest)

SCURB

Silving Lining Lounge – Cole Ramstad (guest)

So&So Piano Bar opening

Tramp Stamp Granny's – Boy's Night

Tramp Stamp Granny's – Musical Bingo

[onlydylanobrien]

"Ponyboi" Sundance 2024 Events

Screening Times

January 19, 2024

Variety & Golden Globes Party

At the event, Variety will present its Breakthrough Awards, which highlight the next generation of exceptional talents in front of the camera. This year’s recipients include Dylan O’Brien who stars in “Ponyboi,” Normani who stars in “Freaky Tales,” Maddie Ziegler who stars in “My Old Ass” and Justice Smith who stars in “I Saw the TV Glow” and “The American Society of Magical Negroes” at the festival. Presenters include Megan Park, Maisy Stella, Victoria Pedretti, River Gallo and Brigette Lundy-Paine. River Gallo will be presenting Dylan his Breakthrough Actor Award.

IndieWire Studio Presented by Dropbox

Starting Friday, January 19, the IndieWire Studio will showcase discussions with actors like Lucy Liu (“Presence”), Julia Fox (“Presence”), Jason Schwartzman (“Between the Temples”), Riley Keough (“Sasquatch Sunset”), Kieran Culkin (“A Real Pain”), Dominic Fike (“Little Death”), Saoirse Ronan (“The Outrun”), Renate Reinsve (“Handling the Undead”), Dylan O’Brien (“Ponyboi”), Victoria Pedretti (“Ponyboi”), and more.

January 19, - 21. 2024

Variety Studio Presented by Audible

Beginning Friday, January 19, running through Sunday, January 21, the Variety Studio, presented by Audible, will feature interviews with industry-leading directors and top talent from the films premiering at the Sundance Film Festival. Additionally, talent and creators from the following projects will also participate in the interview studio: “Sue Bird: In The Clutch,” “The American Society of Magical Negroes,” “Sasquatch Sunset,” “Presence,” “The Outrun,” “Little Death,” “Super/Man: The Christopher Reeve Story,” “Krazy House,” “Ponyboi,” “Chrissy & Dave Dine Out,” “A Different Man,” “Exhibiting Forgiveness” and “Your Monster.” 

Collider & Film.io Media Studio

This year we’re thrilled to announce we’ve booked some major talent for our Media Studio, including Kristen Stewart, Ed Harris, Katy O’Brian, Dave Franco, Alicia Silverstone, Riley Keough, Melissa Barrera, David Schwimmer, Jena Malone, Jason Schwartzman, Kelvin Harrison Jr., Dylan O’Brien, Victoria Pedretti, Carol Kane, Brittany O’Grady, Leslie Grace, Sasha Calle, June Squibb, Fred Hechinger, Maddie Ziegler, and loads more. Just a handful of the films and events we’ll be celebrating include Rose Glass’s Love Lies Bleeding, Your Monster, Lolla: The Story of Lollapalooza, Ponyboi, Between the Temples, and many more.

January 20, 2024

"Ponyboi" Word Premiere

Cast Party for Ponyboi

Chase Sapphire on Main, 573 Main St., Park City, 6:30-9 p.m. Filmmaker Esteban Arango joins his cast members Dylan O’Brien, Victoria Pedretti, Indya Moore and River Gallo for a celebration. Event only available to Sapphire Reserve cardmembers who purchased VIP packages through Ultimate Rewards.

January 21, 2024

SAGindie Actors Only Brunch

Cafe Terrigo, 424 Main St., Park City, 11 a.m.-1 p.m. The 27th annual installment, a private, invitation-only event, will host Melissa Barrera (Your Monster), Jay Ellis (Freaky Tales, Sue Bird: In the Clutch), Aunjanue Ellis-Taylor (Exhibiting Forgiveness), River Gallo (Ponyboi), Theo Germaine (Desire Lines), Katy O’Brian (Love Lies Bleeding), Maddie Ziegler (My Old Ass), Dylan O’Brien (Ponyboi), Jena Malone (Little Death, Love Lies Bleeding).

Sources: variety.com, hollywoodreporter.com, variety.com, collider.com & indiewire.com

[joshuasumter]

What if...The Cross Zone got a lot bigger?

From the creative minds that bought you Namco X Capcom, Project X Zone was released for the Nintendo 3DS in 2012 in Japan and worldwide in 2013, receiving great praise as it bought characters from three legendary game developers -- Capcom, Sega, and Namco Bandai -- to crossed worlds, dimensions, and the fabric of time for the ultimate cross-over tactical RPG mashup!

But what if the cross zone had gotten a whole lot bigger with even MORE titles and are joined by even more characters from surprising guest companies.

What if...The Cross Zone got a lot bigger? explores what would happen if the events of Namco X Capcom, Project X Zone, and Project X Zone 2 occurred differently with the inclusion of characters, worlds, and universes of Disney, Pixar, Marvel, Star Wars, Cartoon Network, Nickelodeon, Square Enix, and much more. For example, my fan-made original story movie inspired by the crossover RPG.

The Project X Zone Movie (Capcom x Sega x Bandai Namco x Cartoon Network x Nickelodeon x Disney x Pixar x Square Einx x Channel Federator x Channel Awesome)

The Project X Zone Movie 2: Fate of Many Worlds (Capcom x Sega x Bandai Namco x Cartoon Network x Disney x Pixar x Square Einx x Marvel x Star Wars x Level-5)

NAMCO BANDAI

Namco X Capcom (Reiji Arisu, Xiaomu)

Project X Zone (Mii Koryuji, Kogoro Tenzai)

Tekken (Jin Kazama, Kazuya Mishima, Heihachi Mishima, Ling Xiaoyu, Alisa Bosconovitch)

.hack// (Kite, BlackRose)

.hack//G.U. (Haseo)

Tales of Versperia (Yuri Lowell, Fylnn Scifo, Estelle Sidos Heurassein)

Summon Night 3 (Aty)

Adventure of Valkyrie (Valkyrie, Kurino Sandra, Sabine)

Bravoman (Arnold/Bravoman)

Wonder Momo (Kanda Momo/Wonder Momo)

Soulcalibur V (Natsu)

Soul Edge (Taki, Mitsurugi Heishiro)

Tales of Destiny (Rutee Katrea, Stahn Aileron)

Xenosaga (KOS-MOS, MOMO, Shion Uzuki)

Tower of Druaga (Gilgamesh, Ki)

Shadow Land (Tarosuke)

The Genji and the Heike Clans (Taira no Kagekiyo)

Baraduke (Masuyo Tobi)

Burning Force (Hiromi Tengenji)

Ordyne (Miyuki Chan)

Dig Dug (Taizo Hori)

Klonoa (Klonoa, Guntz)

God Eater (Alisa Ilinichina Amiella, Soma Schicksal, Lindow Amamiya, Ciel Alencon, Nana Kouzuki)

Yumeria (Neneko, Neito)

CAPCOM

Street Fighter (Ryu, Ken Masters, Chun-li, Guile, Cammy White, Ingrid)

Ghosts n' Goblins (Sir Arthur)

Okami (Amaterasu, Issun)

Viewtiful Joe (Viewtiful Joe, Sexy Silvia)

Monster Hunter (Monster Hunter, Felyne, Palico, Gore Magala)

Breath of Fire III (Ryu, Nina, Momo, Garr, Rei, Peco, Honey)

Resident Evil Revelations (Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine)

Resident Evil 6 (Leon S. Kennedy, Helena Harper, Ada Wong)

Resident Evil: Dead Aim (Bruce McGivern, Fong Ling)

Ace Attorney (Phoenix Wright, Maya Fey, Apollo Justice, Athena Cykes)

Darkstalkers(Morrigan Aensland, Demitri Maximoff, Felicia, Hsien-Ko, Donovan Baine, Anita, Jon Talbain, Victor Von Gedenheim)

Dead Rising (Frank West)

Devil May Cry (Dante, Trish, Lady, Nero, Nico)

Bionic Commando (2009) (Nathan Spencer)

Captain Commando (Captain Commando, Hoover (Baby Head), Jennety (Mack the Knife), Sho (Ginzu the Ninja))

Dino Crisis (Regina)

Final Fight (Guy, Mike Haggar)

Mega Man (Rock/Mega Man, Roll, Blues/Proto Man, Rush, Tango, Eddie, Beat)

Mega Man X(X, Zero, Axl)

Mega Man Legends (Tron Bonne, Servbots, Mega Man Volnutt, Roll Casket)

Star Gladiator (June Lin Milliam)

Strider (Strider Hiryu)

Forgotten Worlds (Unknown Soldier 1P, Unknown Solider 2P, Sylphie)

Cyberbots (Jin Saotome, Princess Devilotte de Death Satan IX)

SEGA

Billy Hatcher (Billy Hatcher, Chick Poacher, Rolly Roll, Bantam Scrambled)

Golden Axe (Ax Battler, Gilius Thunderhead, Tyris Flare)

Panzer Dragon (Keil Fluge, Blue Dragon)

Alex Kidd (Alex Kidd, Stella)

NiGHTS into Dreams (NiGHTS)

Skies of Arcadia (Vyse, Aika, Fina, Cupil, Gilder, Enrique, Drachma)

Sonic the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog, Miles "Tails" Prower, Knuckles the Echidna, Amy Rose, Shadow the Hedgehog)

Sonic Boom (Sticks the Badger)

Bayonetta (Bayonetta, Jeanne, Viola, Luka)

Virtua Fighter (Akira Yuki, Pai Chan, Kage-Maru)

Fighting Vipers (Bahn)

Shenmue (Ryo Hazuki)

Shinobi (Hotsuma)

Shinobi: Nightshade (Hibana)

Space Channel 5 (Ulala)

Streets of Rage (Axl Stone)

Sakura Wars (Ichiro Ogami, Sakura Shinguji, Gemini Sunrise, Erica Fontaine)

Yakuza/Like A Dragon (Kazama Kiryu, Goro Majima, Ichiban Kasuga)

Resonance of Fate (Zephyr, Leanne, Vashyron)

Valkyria Chronicles III(Kurt Irving, Riela Marcellis, Imca)

Sega Saturn Advertisements (Segata Sanshiro, Sega Shiro (Segata's son))

Shining Force EXA(Toma, Cyrille)

Dynamite Cop (Bruno Delinger)

Zombie Revenge (Rikiya Busujima)

NINTENDO

Fire Emblem Warriors (Rowan, Lianna)

Fire Emblem: Awakening (Chrom, Lucina)

Xenoblade Chronicles (Fiora, Shulk)

DISNEY

Gravity Falls (Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines)

Kim Possible (Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, Rufus)

American Dragon: Jake Long (Jake Long, Trixie, Spud, Fu Dog, Lao Shi)

Darkwing Duck (Drake Mallard/Darkwing Duck)

DuckTales (2017) (Scrooge McDuck, Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby Vanderquack, Launchpad McQuack)

Phineas & Ferb (Phineas Flynn, Ferb Fletcher, Isabella Garcia-Sharpio, Burford Van Stromm, Baljeet Rai, Candace Flynn, Agent P)

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja (Randy Cunningham)

Mighty Med (Oliver, Kaz)

Sofia the First (Princess Sofia the First)

Disney's Descendants (Mal, Evie, Jay, Carlos)

Wreck-It Ralph (Vanellope Von Schweetz)

The Simpsons (Bart Simpson)

The Lion Guard (Kion, Bunga, Fuli, Besthe, Ono, Anga)

PIXAR

Brave (Princess Merida of DunBroch)

The Incredibles (Mr. Incredibles, Elastigrl, Violet Parr, Dash Parr, Jack-Jack Parr, Frozone)

MARVEL

Captain America

Iron Man

Thor

Hulk

Black Widow

Hawkeye

Falcon

Vision

Wasp

Captain Marvel

Kamala Khan/Ms. Marvel

Black Panther

Spider-Man

Doctor Strange

Iron Fist

Ghost Rider

She-Hulk

Wolverine

Storm

X-23

Future Avengers (Makoto/Hurricane, Chloe/Charade, Adi/Codec, Bruno/Twister)

STAR WARS

Rey

Finn

Poe Dameron

BB-8

CARTOON NETWORK

Ben 10(Ben Tennyson, Gwen Tennyson, Kevin Levin)

Generator Rex (Rex, Six, Bobo)

The Life & Times of Juniper Lee (Juniper Lee)

The Powerpuff Girls (Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup)

Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends (Mac, Bloo)

Dexter's Labratory(Dexter)

Samurai Jack (Samurai Jack)

Ed, Edd, n Eddy (Ed, Double D (Edd), Eddy)

OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes (Kaio O. Kincaid (K.O.), Radicles X, Enid Mettle)

NICKELODEON

SpongeBob SquarePants (SpongeBob SquarePants, Patrick Star, Sandy Cheeks)

Fairly OddParents (Timmy Turner, Cosmo, Wanda, Poof)

Avatar: The Last Airbender (Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph, Zuko)

Winx Club (Bloom, Stella, Aisha, Techa, Musa, Flora)

El Tigre: The Adventures of Manny Rivera (Manny Rivera/El Tigre, Frida)

The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius (Jimmy Neutron)

Danny Phantom (Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Jazz Fenton)

My Life as a Teenage Robot (XJ9/Jenny Wakeman)

Glitch Techs (Miko "Me_K.O." Kubto, Hector "High Five" Nieves, Ridley, B.I.T.T., Zahra Rashid)

SQUARE EINX

Kingdom Hearts (Sora, Riku, Kairi, Ventus)

The World Ends with You (Neku Sakuraba, Shiki Misaki, Daisukenojo "Beat" Bito, Raimu “Rhyme” Bito, Yoshiya "Joshua" Kiryu, Rindo Kanade, Tosai “Fret” Furesawa, Nagi Usui, Shoka Sakurane)

Final Fantasy (Warrior of Light)

Final Fantasy II (Firion)

Final Fantasy III (Onion Knight)

Final Fantasy IV (Cecil Harvey)

Final Fantasy V (Bartz Klauser)

Final Fantasy VI (Terra Branford)

Final Fantasy VII (Cloud Strife, Tifa Lockhart, Aerith, Cid, Yuffie) (Kingdom Hearts incarnation)

Final Fantasy VIII (Squall Leonheart) (Kingdom Hearts incarnation)

Final Fantasy IX (Zidane Tribal)

Final Fantasy X (Tidus)

Final Fantasy XI (Shantotto)

Final Fantasy XII (Vaan)

Final Fantasy XIII (Lightning)

Final Fantasy XIV (Y'shtola)

Final Fantasy XV (Noctis Lucis Caelum)

OTHER TITLES

CHANNEL AWESOME

Nostalgia Critic (Nostalgia Critic)

Angry Video Game Nerd (Angry Video Game Nerd)

Atop the 4th Wall (Linkara)

The Angry Joe Show (Angry Joe)

LEVEL-5

Professor Layton (Professor Hershel Layton, Luke Triton)

CHANNEL FEDERATOR

Bravest Warriors (Chris Kirkman, Beth Tezuka, Danny Vasquez, Wallow, Plum, Catbug)

[dalekofchaos]

Life Is Strange Scream au

So I've been thinking of doing an au where Scream happens in Arcadia Bay. LIS has a great cast of characters that could fit Scream so much!

Max has no powers. Warren is the Randy of this au. Victoria is a Gale like figure. David is the anti-Dewey. No one is safe.

"Opening kill". Rachel Amber. Rachel is waiting for Chloe. She gets a phone call and it's someone who is enamored by her. Rachel is the most popular girl in school and everyone in Arcadia Bay loves her. He calls her about her favorite scary movie. Rachel has good taste and says Twin Peaks or The Shining. This caller just wants to see what her insides are like.

The creepy stalker breaks into the Amber house and seemingly stabs her.

There is blood everywhere and when James and Rose Amber returns they are horrified. But the person who broke into their home and hurt their daughter sneaks behind them and kills them.

It's reported that Rachel Amber and her parents were butchered. But there is no trace of Rachel.

Max is horrified about the news about Rachel. Chloe doesn't believe she died and convinces Max to help her find Rachel.

Max is attacked in her dorm and is saved by Warren and Brooke.

In light of the news of Rachel's disappearance and Max's attack, the Vortex Club only gets meaner. Nathan threatens Max and her friends and then Chloe gets up and kicks Nathan in the balls.

Viral vid still happens and Max is unable to save Kate.

David treats everyone like a suspect. From the Vortex Club, to the teachers, to Max, to any student and to his own step-daughter.

Max, Chloe and Warren altogether investigate the killings.

They find Rachel's phone and find threatening and obsessive messages from Frank Bowers. Treating her like an object, demanding sex and one message from a private number threatening to kill her and her family if she doesn't reply.

The Vortex Club hosts a party. And it turns into a fucking bloodbath. The killers kill Hayden, Zach, Logan, Courtney, Taylor, and Courtney. and Stella, Dana, Juliet, Daniel, Luke, Justin and Trevor severely injured.

The last thing Max and Chloe can see before the cops get here is Nathan running away with blood all over his hands.

Max calls out Victoria for Kate's suicide. Victoria is defensive but remorseful. She didn't mean for Kate to die or any of her friends to die. Victoria decides to join Max to bring justice for everyone who died.

Joyce is working the graveyard shift and the Price household is empty. Chloe uses this opportunity to get Max, Warren, Victoria and Brooke to investigate and come up with a probable conclusion on who the killers are. Warren pulls a Randy and uses horror movie logic to help with the investigation.

All signs point to Nathan Prescott and Frank Bowers.

David is called away. Principal Wells discovers that Mark Jefferson is missing.

Max and Chloe confronts Frank. It does not go well. Frank shoots Chloe in the leg, but Chloe shoots him in the dick and lets him bleed out.

Brooke is attacked and Chloe goes to get help.

Max is attacked and chased by Ghostface.

Warren helps her and they barricade inside Chloe's house. In the heat of the moment, Max kisses Warren.

Chloe is begging for Max to let her in and Max does. and then Nathan forces himself in too.

Nathan insists he is not the killer. He ran because his friends were dead and had his blood on their hands but he did not kill them. No one believes him. "GODDAMN IT CAULFIELD, I DIDN'T KILL ANYONE!"

Chloe takes out her gun. "I know" and shoots Nathan.

"Welcome to the final act."

And then someone in a Ghostface costume comes down the stairs. They take the mask off. It's Rachel Amber. She shoots Warren(knocking him out, not killing him)

Chloe smirks as she kisses Rachel. "Surprised, Max?"

"Chloe...why"

"Because this town destroyed my life. My father died and YOU. LEFT. ME! Then my mom hops onto Step-Fucker, lets him abuse me and covers it up. Five years to the date where everything went wrong"

Rachel's turn.

"My father lied to me my entire life. Turns out my mother wasn't my real mother and he had my birth mother killed before I could even meet her. Oh and if that's not enough EVERYONE used me. The Vortex Club. Frank. Nathan and Jefferson. Speaking of"

Rachel brings out Jefferson and Frank and shoots them both.

"See Mark here raped me. He raped Kate and was gonna do the same to you. The perfect scapegoat, right Chloe?"

"That's right babe. Jefferson and Frank are predators and Nathan was found redhanded at the crime scene. They have me and you at their mercy and then Rachel heroically returns and stops the killers."

"We could've just killed David, Frank, Mark and Nathan, but we both decided. Why not make a movie out of this?"

"What's going to happen to me?"

"That all depends on you Max. Admit it. You wanted the Vortex Club dead. LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO KATE! I don't want to kill you Max, you and Warren can make it out as the sole survivors for all we care. All we're asking is look the other way and let us get away with it."

Ending 1. Max, Warren and David stops Chloe and Rachel.

Max starts by calling them out. They didn't just hurt their abusers and the Vortex Club, they hurt innocents. People not involved with their abuse or Kate's death and that she'd rather die than stop them. Victoria and David rushes in and Chloe has Max held hostage. David subdues Rachel and before Chloe can kill Max, Warren stops her and David subdues Chloe. It's all over.

Final scene is a callback to the cutscene from the Scream script. Randy asked Sidney out and Sidney says "Obly if it's a nice Meg Ryan film" in this au Warren asks Max out and Max says "Only of it's a nice cheesey sci-fi movie" "Let's Go Ape" "Let's go ape!"

Ending 2. Max plays along.

Max agrees, she doesn't want Chloe to get away with it, but she can't let her or Rachel die. They were justified in why they did it. Max also has one condition. Let her kill Victoria. It was her viral vid that got Kate killed. Victoria and David arrive, but they find Max and Warren knocked out while Rachel gives her and Chloe's stories. David seemingly believes it but is skeptical and when Victoria checks on Max, Max slits her throat. "that was for Kate." Before David can get his gun out. Chloe stabs him in the throat and repeatedly. Rachel cheers her on and after Chloe's finished, they embrace and kiss passionately.

The police arrive. Max tells them all that Mark Jefferson, Frank Bowers and Nathan Prescott are the killers. Their last victims were Victoria Chase and David Madsen and she and Warren would've died if it weren't for herself, Chloe and Rachel.

They got away with it.

Warren has trouble remembering what happened. Max tells him the story. That Nathan shot him, Jefferson was going to kill her and Chloe and then Rachel came to the rescue. Warren believes it and glad they are okay.

Max, Chloe, Rachel and Warren leave Arcadia Bay together with Rachel holding onto Chloe as they drive away and Max holding Warren's hand

[ripplestitchskein]

Sheltered (Stolas/Blitzø)

On AO3

Summary: The consequence of disregarding Hell’s law is steep and Stolas will pay the price.

Notes: A fun little canon divergence set after Stolas acquires the Asmodean Crystal. How we get here will be revealed. Unbeta’d but if you are interested hit me up. This was written well before we got the new trailer and duet so it’s completely just me playing around with the key theorized beats and my own imagination. Been years since I wrote anything for a fandom I published so may be a little rusty. I have another fic coming as well I’ve been working on that’s a little lighter.

Part One: Hellish Justice

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The Tribunal of Superior Spirits formed a crescent moon of looming silhouettes, each peering down at him with glowing acid eyes. A coterie of featureless jagged shadows. Their combined magics were heavy and physical, a slowly crushing force of power that filled the Hall of Justice, a miasma of eldritch power. Stolas knelt below them in the center of the dais, bathed in the bright red light of the condemned. He was not bound, but he did not need to be, there was no escape from the watching black figures above him. He had agreed to this after all.

“Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia you have violated the unholy covenant, bestowing the use of your cursed gift to a lesser demon, allowing them access to the human realm without consequence or regard for the laws of Hell.”

It was impossible to tell which of the Superior Spirits was speaking, but their voice rang through the hall, booming and terrifying. It trembled the stone beneath his knees. In the corner of his eye Stella and her brother looked viscously gleeful, eyes wild with vindictive pleasure. The simple joy of a scheme well executed. The others gathered in the seats of the auditorium looked more solemn, or merely interested in the spectacle. A Prince of Hell brought so low was not an everyday occurrence. It was small comfort that not everyone would bask in his demise.

Only Asmodeus looked troubled. He shifted and moved in his seat as if he wanted to step in, each of his faces frowning, one even openly weeping. Stolas silently willed him not to intervene. It would not benefit either of them. Even as a Sin he was not free from the reach of the Superior Spirits, those impartial arbiters of Hell’s Justice and it would possibly sully the deal Stolas had struck. That Asmodeus had not been brought into this mess was already fortunate. While he was free to grant use of his precious crystals to whoever he chose, it was still a gray area if that included the lowest beings of Hell. Stolas’s only comfort was that Blitzo and his employees were spared and the business unaffected, that his daughter did not have to watch him kneel and receive punishment, that as a Prince of Hell the responsibility fell to him alone and he could keep those he loved safe.

A fizz of magic and a wall of flame appeared, suspended above the room and visible to all. On it images rose from the flames, flickering back and forth in a loop. His possession of the Agent at the facility, the fearsomeness of his demonic form caught on human film. The flames flickered, now he was opening the portal for Blitzo and his team. They flickered again, curling and writhing, showing now Stolas and Blitzo’s shared moment of passion, their kiss blown up grand for all to see. The audience around him hissed and jeered, disgusted by such a display. Stolas’s talons curled against the floor, his jaw set.

“Such an abuse of cursed power cannot go unpunished,” The Superior Sprit went on. One of the figures waved a shadowy hand and the image sputtered out in a puff of blue flame. “We cannot allow such a transgression to be repeated. So let it be known to all the consequences of such flagrant disregard for the rule of law.”

Stolas swallowed. The magic in the room grew heavier. The crowd felt the sweep of intangible authority and fell silent, eager to hear the sentence. They leaned forward, pressed in on him from all sides. Stolas had never felt more alone.

“Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia we hereby strip you of your title. Prince no more your legions are forfeit to the realm.” Stolas’s eyes burned, the red stone of the floor growing blurry as his eyes filled. The audience gasped at such an unprecedented punishment. Though he had expected it, the reality burned.

“Your wealth and properties will be held in trust for the presumptive heir Princess Octavia of the Ars Goetia with Her Royal Highness Estella of the Ars Goetia acting as trustee until Princess Octavia reaches the age of majority.”

Behind him Stella made a soft noise of pure delight, victorious. Andrealphus laughed and if it would not have jeopardized everything, Stolas was quite sure he would have ripped out the peacock’s spindly throat. His talons scraped against the stone floor.

“Stolas, former Prince of the Ars Goetia you are henceforth banned from all properties and holdings of your former station,” Stolas’s head snapped up, a protest bubbling up in his throat.

“Wait,” he pleaded. If he could not return to his home, if he could not even visit, who knew when he would see Octavia again. “My daughter…please.”

The Superior Spirit ignored him. With a wave of a shadowed hand Stolas’s grimoire appeared, floating just above him, out of reach in undulating purple and blue light. It beckoned to him, the threads of their bond shimmering between his splayed form and the majestic glow of the prophetic tome.

“While we have no dominion over natural born magic, your cursed gifts are forfeit as well,” from the stone floor a set of ghostly golden shackles sprang forth. They clamped down hard around his wrists and ankles, binding him to the floor. He pulled against them reflexively but soon let them bring him down in drooping defeat, a wilted flower suffocated by golden roots. The grimoire bobbed for a moment, as if fighting the pull, and then with a flash of light disappeared into a deep violet box, edges filigreed in gold. A lovely coffin. The box snapped shut, the sharp sound echoing off the stone, and with a final thunderous click a golden lock sealed it away.

It was like being hollowed out, the connection between him and his grimoire, the magical gift he’d honed and sharped for so many years suddenly severed from his soul, yanked out by the heartstrings, leaving only a yawning void in its wake.

Stolas gasped and clutched his chest, the chains rattling in the silence of the hall like a death knell. His pained cry was lost to the high arched ceiling of the chamber and swallowed by the rising murmur of the audience.

The shackles glowed brilliant in the darkness and then disappeared from view. He could still feel them, heavy on his wrists, pulling him down. Stolas’s frame crumpled, palms smacking against the stone as he tried to keep from smashing his face into it. Nothing had ever hurt this much, had left him so cold. Even Striker’s dagger sinking into him, the heel of a boot digging into a fresh wound had nothing on the rending of Stolas’s magic from his very being. It was worse than having his heart broken, but only just, pity that both had happened in such quick succession as to make the comparison easy. Only dark emptiness was left now lit by the single flame of Octavia. Though who knew when he’d see her next. A tear fell, shone crimson in the red light from above. He smeared it away with his thumb.

The crowd was protesting, a fickle beast turning against such a harsh sentence. This was too much even for them. It was frightening to watch one of your own stripped to nothing before you. To know if you stepped out of line it could be you next, prostrate and small, powerless before the realm. The Superior brought down a ghostly gavel and barked for silence.

“We are not without mercy,” the Superior Spirit went on, a tad defensive. “Even Hell has a place for grace. You will be granted a small stipend from your holdings for use in establishing a new place for yourself in the ring of your choosing.”

He waved the shadowy hand again and a small envelope appeared at Stolas’s feet, the seal of the Superior Tribunal pressed on the fold in blood red wax. Stolas reached a weak hand forward and scrabbling, brought it to him. He tucked it with shaking hands into the inner pocket of his vest. The desperation of the act burned. He had dressed for battle though he knew well in advance of his defeat. Now he was clutching at any small mercy bestowed by the victors.

“Owing to your unique position and your view into the will of the stars the restriction on your magic will not hold for eternity. Your life of service has been noted and considered. We the Tribunal of Superior Spirits limit this ruling to a five year sentence, commiserate with your remaining free of any further violations of Hell’s unholy laws. After which you will be granted back your gift, permitted to resume your duties to Hell and aid in the training of your heir presumptive, though your title will remain lost to you.”

Stolas swallowed, his throat dry. He sagged in relief not caring that every aristocrat and Overlord in hell could see him being so weak, so vulnerable. It was rather the theme of the day. The loss of his magic was not forever. He would one day be whole again.

He wanted to sneer at their idea of mercy. Of course they would grant him his magic back only to benefit themselves, they needed him for the prophecies, at least until Octavia could step into the role. There was no one else in all the realms who could read the stars in such a way, who could warn of catastrophe and bring news of good fortune ready to be seized. They needed him, at least for now. It was a cold comfort but a comfort none the less. He could survive five years. For Octavia he would keep pushing forward. She would need him soon. He could only hope that they were not kept apart for long, that she would understand.

“This tribunal is dismissed. Justice has been done.”

One by one the Superior Spirits snuffed out like obsidian candle flames, and the red light faded leaving Stolas alone surrounded only by the hissing whispers of the crowd in the dark.

**********

A burly Hellhound appointed by the court led him through the winding hallways towards a back exit. The press had been clamoring for every tidbit they could eat up and, barred from the chamber, a crowd had gathered at the entrance. It was a small consideration by the tribunal but an appreciated one. He knew he looked awful, that the vultures would scent the carrion smell of failure and delight in ripping him apart. Stella had probably called most of them personally.

Asmodeus had tried to approach as the crowd dispersed from the Hall of Justice, but Stolas had waved him away. Any association with him could only hurt the Sin’s reputation, tainted as it already was by the display at Mammon’s contest. Further interaction would invite scrutiny no one could afford. He would rather face this alone than have it all be for nothing.

The Hellhound guard murmured something into a walkie talkie and grimaced.

“Got some news crews out back,” he warned. “Cars already waitin’ so if you’re quick they won’t catch much.”

“Thank you,” Stolas said quietly and braced himself as they stepped outside.

“Former Prince Stolas! Over here! Do you have any comment on the tribunal’s decision today?”

“No comment,” Stolas murmured, allowing the Hellhound to drag him towards a waiting vehicle. There were cameras and microphones in every direction. The sky was so bright after the dark of the hall that he squinted and held up a hand to block everything out. Panic flared in his chest.

“Stolas! Stolas! What are your next steps? What are your plans now that you are barred from the properties of any Ars Goetia?”

A good question. If only he knew.

“Is it true you used access to the human realm to traffic imp sex slaves?” That one almost made him turn but the Hellhound was efficient, barreling through the gathered press like a fanged bowling ball knocking down pins with a growl.

“Prince Stolas! What is your relationship to BlitzO Buckzo,” another yelled, and Stolas did flinch then, almost tripping over his feet. The Hellhound scooped him up and with a grunt fair flung him into the open door. It slammed behind him and the crowd became muffled and filmy through the glass. He melted back into the seat, exhausted.

“Hello sir,” the imp driver was one of the taller of his kind, though still much smaller than Stolas. Yellow eyes peered curiously at Stolas in the mirror. His smile was bright, impersonal, politeness. He seemed a cheerful sort of chap. “I’ll get us to the main road and then you can tell me where you’d like to go?”

Stolas had no idea. He could not return home, and it was unlikely Stella would be kind enough to send him his things. If he was very lucky she wouldn’t burn them on the lawn. He thought of his plants, of them withering away without him and his heart ached. Maybe Octavia would see to them. He pushed the thought of his daughter away. He couldn’t think of her right now, he would break. He needed to focus, he needed to make a plan. The impending breakdown needed to wait until he was secure behind private walls.

The chauffeur was slowly edging past the crowd, skillfully maneuvering the town car around the crush of reporters and paparazzi. They banged on the windows, pressed their cameras against the tinted glass, trying to catch even the smallest glimpse of his defeated face for the evening news cycle. It didn’t seem to phase the driver, though Stolas flinched back and away.

He reached into his vest and pulled out the envelope. The stipend inside was barely anything. He had given Octavia more for her pocket money. It was humbling to know this was all he had left. The clothes on his back, a measly pittance, and a phone that would work only until Stella realized she could turn it off. She had never bothered with the finances and the estate’s accountant seemed to like him, so hopefully that would buy him some time.

He pulled it out now, bringing up a search window. He needed to secure lodgings. Cheap ones. The more he could save on living expenses the longer that would buy him to figure out what to do. He’d need clothes as well. The royal regalia he wore was no longer appropriate and he cursed himself for not wearing something a bit more practical. But the idea of appearing before the entirety of the leering aristocracy and the imposing Court in anything less than his finest had rankled, and so he’d donned his battle armor for a fight long since lost, and now he would look ridiculous for a bit until he could find something else. His hands shook, that empty void in his chest still twinging painfully, his absent magic grating over his nerves, but he ignored it, trying to force his hands to be still.

He thought through the rest of the practicalities. He could get by if he just focused on the immediate. He’d need toiletries. Food. A job. He typed in a search for motels in all of the cities of the rings.

The Pride ring was probably the best bet, it was closest to Octavia and familiar. Envy was far too expensive. And wet. Greed was mostly factories and industrial properties and the few residences there were under mafia purview. He’d rather avoid further trouble if he could help it and a Goetia, even a disgraced and penniless one, was a valuable prize. Wrath was cheap and he found the people charming, but there was little for him to do there if he wanted to find work. Assuming he even could, with his limited skill set. And after his last visit he’d rather not go back any time soon.

Sloth was mostly medical facilities, and not much less expensive than Envy. And the opportunities in Lust were rather something he’d save as a last resort. He had no issue with sex work as a profession, but a fallen Prince turned prostitute was unlikely to keep him out of the news cycle and he’d rather spare Octavia further humiliation on that score. Though he supposed if it came to that he could use his former status to his advantage. Make a gimmick out of it. He chuckled to himself humorlessly at the thought. As if anyone would be interested, former Prince or no.

“Just let me know where we’re headed sir,” the driver said, breaking into his musings of royalty themed lingerie and if the ballet and ballroom dancing lessons of his childhood would translate well . They had cleared the crowd and were on the main road now, headed towards town.

“Oh. Yes. My apologies, I’m looking for options now,” he returned his attention to the phone and flicked through the results. There were quite a number of hotels and motels in Pride, due to the wealth of displaced sinners, even more in Lust but those were less long term and more hourly. He did some mental calculations and was dismayed to realize that even if he spent only the bare minimum on personal items and food he had only enough for a few weeks at even the cheapest of establishments. The panic he had pushed down was starting to creep up his throat again. There was also the problem that he was dressed to lead demonic legions not blend in with the populace. He would draw attention wherever he went and the press would surely find him, or he’d be robbed, or swindled, or whatever other horrible things happened to the naive fallen wealthy in his novels. An easy mark in more ways than one.

“Are you able to make a few stops?” Stolas asked. “I’d like to purchase some necessities. If it’s not too much trouble.” The imp hesitated but nodded.

“I need to have the car back by 5 but we can go as many places as you like, sir.”

Stolas, please call me Stolas. And you are?”

“Chauncey, sir, Stolas,” the imp corrected.

“Chauncey, lovely. Um, I need to find a clothing shop? I fear what I have on will not suit. Some place… inexpensive? Very inexpensive.”

He had taken Via to the mall many times, but had never paid attention to the prices or offerings for himself. He very much doubted anything on offer at Stylish Occult would draw less attention to himself. His own day to day wardrobe had always been tailored, suited to him personally. There was also the people to consider, the mall was always packed and the less demons he saw the better.

“Somewhere a bit discreet as well, if possible,” he added.

The imp looked at him in the mirror for a moment, and the look of sympathy was welcome but stinging. The void ached. Chauncey returned his attention to the road.

“There’s a Hellmart at the edge of Imp City but it’s usually pretty busy. Or we could try some thrift stores, they’re usually cheap but I don’t know that they’ll have your size sir,” the imp sounded apologetic. “We probably need to head to PC, the sinners have a bigger variety of sizes.”

“I defer to your good judgment Chauncey, we can try a few of these “Thrift Stores” and see if we can find something not too too dear that I can fit into. I think this could be quite an adventure!” Stolas forced a smile. He had to put a brave face in now. It wouldn’t do to fall to pieces. There was too much to be done.

*********

Chauncey was turning out to be a wonderful helpmate and companion. He had been right about the offerings at the thrift stores in Imp City, everything was far too small and Stolas encountered wide eyed looks wherever they went. Thankfully the stares seemed to be more about his size and current dress than any real recognition. At least, no one seemed inclined to film him or ask him any questions yet, though he had caught at least one demon discreetly snapping his picture. Most of the beings they encountered merely looked startled at his presence and shuffled quickly away. It was nerve wracking, and rather lonely, and he still felt sore and off balance, but he’d get used to all of that soon enough he figured. Hoped.

His first introduction to the concept of a thrift store, however, was delightful. It was not, as he had assumed, a chain of shops called “Thrift Stores” offering cheap clothing but charming disparate little shops dotted here and there and owned by various entities. Some of them took in donated items to be sold for charity, others sold things for others on something called “consignment”, others specialized in antiques and vintage clothes, Chauncey had explained. It was a fascinating system that Stolas tucked away for later. He could probably sell his regalia for a tidy sum once he’d procured some more appropriate options.

Each shop they visited was a sensory delight, shelves crammed full of odds and ends with no real sense of order other than broad categories: clothes, knickknacks, kitchen, children’s. Crystal decanters occupied the same shelf as plastic novelty cups, and there were so many cute imp figurines everywhere they went. Chauncey explained they were collectors items from a series called Hellish Memories, and featured huge eyed imp children in twee clothing doing various jobs. He was tempted to buy one that reminded him of Blitzø before he remembered that it would be the height of desperation to buy a figurine that reminded you of a former flame, and that he did not have the money to spare for trinkets, even adorable ones with little cowboy hats and tiny spurs.

His mood was dimmed further by the buzzing of his phone, Asmodeus with his little chicken emoji popping up on the screen. Swallowing his disappointment that it was not Octavia, or another he was trying not to think about, Stolas sent the call voicemail and turned the Hellphone off completely, he needed to save the battery anyway. He turned a bright smile to Chauncey.

“Where are we off to next, my good man?”

After their third strike out in an hour Chauncey suggested they head instead to Pentagram City, not only were there far more options for size but Stolas would have better luck finding cheap lodging and employment there. Especially this close to an Extermination. Property values in PC stayed pretty low, Chauncey went on, warming to the topic. When a percentage of your tenants just might not return, and arrived to the ring with next to nothing, you had to keep things affordable. Being a driver for the wealthy and powerful he overheard many helpful things, and the relative uselessness of Pentagram City for real estate development was an oft complained about topic, apparently. It stood to reason there would be regular job availability as well and no questions about identification as Sinners rarely had it.

Stolas had spent a lot of time in Pentagram City, for business with the various Overlords mostly, and while he was much more comfortable nearer to the familiar territory of I.M.P. he reluctantly agreed it made the most sense. It was easier to blend in among the Sinners, and it was only to the good that he distance himself from the business and the imp who ran it. His chest ached and he rubbed it absently as they entered the boundary for the city.

Chauncey’s excellent advice proved true the first shop they visited. He found several pairs of trousers that were more or less his size, several sets of shorts that were not but that he liked the look of his legs in anyway, and an assortment of tops ranging from mid quality business casual to soft cozy sweaters, and a stretched out crop top that said “Hot as Hell” he added in a fit of whimsy, all smelling faintly of moth balls and brimstone. It reminded him a bit of Valentino and he made a note to find out how to wash clothing as soon as possible.

He was overcome with joy at the total, the entire haul was less than high tea for one at Richest Cup. Chauncey had smiled indulgently as he tried everything on, looking only slightly uncomfortable when he modeled the shorts, and offered to take him to a grocers for the next round of purchases. It was rather like a shopping day with Via, always new and interesting things to peruse and look at. He wondered what his daughter would think of the crop top and then slammed the lid down on that musing. He would call her later.

Stolas had never shopped for food for himself before, things just sort of appeared in the kitchen and if he wanted something particular he could order in for it from the BeeEats app.

The grocers was no less fascinating than the thrift shop had been. Each aisle had a rainbow of different products, some geared towards specific species or tastes, and he delighted over a section that was for avian demons specifically.

It was difficult not to fill the charming little basket with all sorts of treats and indulgences: chocolate dipped voles, squirrel bites, honey glazed chipmunk cheeks. More than once he had returned an item based on Chauncey’s wince over the price tag until he had a basket full of reasonably priced and mostly nutritious food that would keep well no matter where he ended up.

He also found a nice smelling preening oil that was an eighth the cost of his usual brand, and some inexpensive calcium grinding stones to keep his beak in order. He added to the pile a charger for his phone and a bright purple duffel bag for storage of all his purchases. The retail therapy was doing wonders for his mood, each little purchase lighting him up and making him feel a bit more prepared and capable. His phone felt like a hot coal in his pocket, and he itched to check it, but doing so would invite reality back in and he wasn’t ready for that yet.

“Only about half an hour left sir,” Chauncey said apologetically, “traffic is going to be Heavenish at this time of day and I have to get the car back.”

“I quite understand. Thank you for everything today Chauncey, dear,” Stolas shifted his bags to take his hand in his own. “You have helped me immeasurably. I am only sad I can’t return the favor. Or even offer a generous tip,” Stolas blushed. He had never not tipped a day in his life and it was humbling to admit he could not now. Every cent was precious in this new life.

“I could perhaps buy us a meal? To show my gratitude?” Chauncey shook his head.

“All part of the service Mr. Stolas,” he smiled up at him and Stolas’s mood dimmed a little further. Service. He needed to remember that. Sometimes people were kind because they had to be, and he ought not read any further into it than that. It was a bad habit he knew he needed to overcome. He had so enjoyed their time together however, and he owed Chauncey a great deal but that was not friendship. It may be something he was learning late in life, and rather harshly, but he was learning.

“Well,” he said, locking that thought far away, “When I am back on my feet I do hope you’ll indulge me in treating you.” The imp blushed again and nodded, opening the door to the car for him.

Their final stop for the day was a boarding house Stolas would more or less be calling home for the time being. It was a derelict building in one of the points of the Pentagram, right at the edge of one of the border districts that was split between Overlords. It was close enough to the city proper that he had options for employment but not so close he’d have to deal with any of his former business associates or worry about too much Extermination Day ruckus.

It was a hodgepodge of a structure, and seemed to sag straight down the middle from damp as if a great beast had sat on it at one point in its long and storied life. Here and there were signs of haphazard repairs, wooden boards salvaged from other less fortunate constructions, tinfoil and cardboard placeholders in some of the window panes, large pieces of rusting tin nailed to the roof over rotting shingles. Stolas shuddered at the thought of sleeping in such a place, though he had no doubt there was a wealth of vermin he could use to supplement his grocery expenditures within the walls.

The sign on the front said only “Rooms to Rent, Ask Moira” with no other name for the establishment. It was more discreet than one of the motels, Chauncey had mentioned, and required no identification, merely cash up front and regular weekly payments. A former client of his had used the place and had no trouble.

Stolas thanked the man again for all his help, pressing his card into his hands and wincing only slightly at the title it still bore in the gold embossed letters of a, if not happier, than certainly a more well to do, time.

“Call me any time you’d like to get that meal,” Stolas said. “You have been an absolute treasure.”

The imp had blushed again, pocketed the card, bowed and driven away with an awkward little wave, leaving Stolas clutching his purple duffel bag and staring apprehensively at the ghoulish building before him.

He sucked in a deep breath and went up the creaking, wobbly steps, inside to find Moira

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[undrcssed]

MASTERLIST

A masterlist of muses that I have played throughout the years, that I am always willing to play. I do need to go over some of the FC's and probably make some changes since this list is YEARS old. But I will do that and update it!!

Abigail ‘Abbi’ Abrams FC: Victoria Justice 

Addison Smollen FC: Kendall Jenner 

Allison ‘Alli’ Ortiz FC: Madison Beer 

Amelia ‘Mia’ Abrams FC: Torrey Devitto

Ana Flores FC: Camila Mendes

Angelina Rose FC: Clemence Posey

Apollo Kona FC: Roman Reigns

Augusta ‘Gwen’ Porter FC: Hailey Baldwin

Avery Smollen FC: Kylie Jenner

Bailey Allwood FC: Katherine Langford

Bethany DuPont-Hunter FC: Rachel Bilson / FC: Crystal Reed

Benjamin DuPont FC: Theo James

Blaise Zabini FC: Keith Powers

Bleau St. Claire FC: Val Mercado

Braelyn Carter FC: Alycia Debnam Carey 

Caleb Kyriakos FC: Tom Austen

Callie Haverford FC: Gigi Hadid

Cameron Bartell FC: Natalia Dyer

Cathleen ‘Rey’ Murphy FC: Paige / Saraya Jade Bevis

Chasity Dean FC: Troian Bellisario

Clara Spencer FC: Alexis Ren

Connor O’Brien FC: Cody Saintgnue

Cooper Brozene FC: Joel Kinnaman

Cyrus Morgan FC: Scott Speedman

Daphne Greengrass FC: Pia Mia

Darya Smirnov FC: Taylor Hill

Davina Pace FC: Carmella Rose

Dawson St. James FC: Finn Wittrock

Dean Munroe FC: Jake Gyllenhaal

Demi O’Connor FC: Jessica Lowndes

Destiny Savvin FC: Eiza Gonzalez / FC: Salma Hayek

Dev Ambrogino FC: Nathan Parsons

Diya Gupta FC: Naomi Scott

Dorian Porter FC: Justin Hartley

Dylan Boyer FC: Olivia Wilde / FC: Odeya Rush

Eden Hunter FC: Danielle Campbell

Elizabeth Rush FC: Hayley Atwell

Evelyn Perez FC:  Bruna Marquezine

Genivive ‘Ginny’ Kennedy FC:  Alicia Vikander

Gracie Abernathy FC: Nicola Peltz

Harleen Quinzel FC: Margot Robbie

Hudson O’Connor FC: Charlie Hunnam

Hunter Munroe FC: Kit Harington

Irina Savvin FC: Claire Holt

Isabella Martinez FC: Naya Rivera  Christian Serratos

Isobel Garcia FC: Jackie Cruz

Ivy Hartley FC: Maggie Duran

Jack Collins FC: Tom Holland

Jalessa Myers FC: Jade Thirlwall

Jayden Munroe FC: Leigh Anne Pinnock

Jayson Hunter FC: Dominic Sherwood

Jennifer Martinez FC: Diane Guerrero 

Joanna ‘Joey’ Martell FC: Marie Avgeropoulos

Judith Grimes FC: Daisy Ridley 

Karina Smirnov FC: Irina Shayk / FC: India Eisley

Katherine ‘Katy’ Abernathy FC: Katie Stevens

Katya Ambrogino FC: Ariel Winter

Keith Newman FC: Travis Mills

Kimber Rhodes FC: Karla Souza

Layla Abernathy FC: Emily Kinney / FC: Candice Swanepoel

Leah Douglas FC: Nathalie Emmanuel / FC: Amandla Stenberg

Lee McBride FC: Dan Stevens

Lilliana ‘Lily’ Rey FC: Bella Thorne Luca Hollestelle

Lorelei Ambrose FC: Imogen Poots

Maddox Young FC: Amadeus Sarafini

Madison Nolan FC: Ashley Greene

Makenna Dean FC: Shelley Hennig

Mateo Fiore FC: Theo Rossi

Matheus Silva FC: Chay Suede

Matty Dodson FC: Cody Christian

Maximus ‘Mac’ Porter FC: Austin Butler

Melanie Rhee FC: Lauren Cohan

Mickey Wolfe FC: Troye Sivan

Natalia ‘Talia’ Smallwood FC: Emily Ratajkowski

Nate Ballard FC: Randy Orton

Nikolai Savvin FC: Joseph Morgan

Paige Stabler FC: Madison Davenport

Pansy Parkinson FC: Nona Komatsu

Parker Mercer FC: Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Phoenix Dattolo FC: Avan Jogia

Piper Romero FC: Maia Mitchell / FC: Giza Lagarce

Priyah Jacobs FC: Alysha Nett

Psyche FC: Sophie Turner

Rami Armand FC: Zayn Malik

Reagan Powers FC: Allison Williams

Rhea Lockhart FC: Julianne Hough

Richard Thorne FC: Jon Hamm

Rose Granger-Weasley FC: Madelaine Petsch

Ryan O'Brien FC: Cam Gigandet

Samantha ‘Sammie’ Barker FC: Arden Cho

Sergei Savvin FC: Max Riemelt

Sierra Tsu FC: Dichen Lachman

Stella La’ei Kona FC: Nikki Reed

Sunshine ‘Sunny’ Jacobs FC: Dove Cameron 

Sydney Pearson FC: Zendaya 

Tanya Dash FC: Khole Kardashian Bree Kish

Teegan O'Brien FC: Lili Reinhart

Titus Kona FC: Jason Momoa

Tobias Graves FC: Travis Fimmel

Trent Lancaster FC: Andrew Lincoln

Valentino De Luca FC: Dominic Cooper

Veda Patil FC: Priyanka Chopra

Wyatt Cahill FC: Ryan Guzman

Xavier Waters FC: Don Benjamin

Zion Waters FC: Ricky Whittle

Zoe DiMarco FC: Bex Taylor-Klaus / FC: Ruby Rose / FC: Ash Stymest

[holiday-7]

Unpopular opinion:

Even if Melanie is innocent, Piggyback gotta be her worst song yet. She's just playing defense basically being like "if I did it, where's the evidence? that don't count" and the lyrics are SO BAD it puts every British rapper out there and Chance the Rapper to SHAME. And the production wasn't good either. The only thing I liked from this song was the cover art. She didn't even address anything in the damn song, all she really was like "oh yeah Madeleine and Timothy and all these other people are just lying for fame" 💀💀💀

it is actually fucking crazy to me how 3 to up to apparently 5 of Melanie’s old friends, people who worked with and for her, went on tours with her, and who were constantly with her came out against Melanie multiple times and stood with Timothy but ppl also called them liars and bitter.

but then Globelamp, who only met Timothy once and only had a quote-unquote “friendship” with her over text and twitter dms but comes out against Timothy bc she wants revenge & wants Melanie’s attention now all bc Timothy needed time to herself and didn't want to be jumped by Melanie fans, and ppl immediately believe her....... that is quite literally the definition of fans will believe anybody BUT Timothy.

this wasn't really even supposed to be a rant post lol I was talking abt how bad Piggyback is.

Another thing is that ppl are like "well Timothy and Madeleine are 30 and 31 how could Mel have possibly r#ped them??" even tho a 29 year old should have the exact same maturity as a 30 and 31 year old.

And just a lil bonus but I like watching interrogations from time to time and to be completely honestly with you, Melanie’s claim sounds and honestly is the least believable (well, at least to me). Melanie seems like she is in complete denial (at least back in 2017) about the whole situation and literally never really owned up to it or even discussed it at all. This is a very big red flag to me, even if some of the evidence Timothy has contradicts itself, at least it's more believable with how Melanie reacted to it all.

In my personal opinion, Melanie needs to address this like an actual 29 year old adult would instead of just playing the victim card.

[atlanticcanada]

Sex worker wins in Nova Scotia court but ruling leaves sex industry conflicted

In a legal decision described as the first of its kind in Canada, a Halifax sex worker successfully sued a client for nonpayment of services, but actors in the industry are conflicted about the ruling's impacts.

Former sex worker Brogan Sheehan took Bradley Samuelson to small claims court after he didn't fully pay her fee, which both parties had agreed to beforehand. Samuelson argued that the agreement was invalid because it is illegal to purchase sexual services, but court adjudicator Darrel Pink said the contract could still be enforced and awarded Sheehan $1,800.

Sex work remains criminalized in Canada, but a 2014 law removed criminal penalties for people, like Sheehan, who sell sexual services. Paying for sex, however, remains illegal.

Sheehan's lawyer, Jessica Rose, says she and her client wanted to expose the court to the "economic realities of doing sex work." As well, Rose said they wanted to raise awareness about "what is needed as far as access to the civil justice system to ensure sex workers are treated fairly by their clients."

"This type of issue had never been addressed before in court," Rose said in a recent interview.

Emma Halpern, executive director of the Elizabeth Fry Society of Mainland Nova Scotia, says the decision empowers sex workers to seek legal remedies to enforce their contracts.

The decision also reflects a changing attitude within society and the law toward sex work, Halpern said. The public is beginning to understand the difference between "extremely harmful, predatory things like sex trafficking, and legitimate sex work by an adult who is a worker, pays taxes, has a business."

As a response to the ruling, Halpern and Sheehan said they planned to hold workshops for sex workers to help them understand their legal rights.

But not everyone in the sex industry sees the court's decision as a step forward. Real change will occur once politicians decriminalize sex work, said Sandra Wesley, executive director of Stella, a Montreal-based organization by and for sex workers.

The vast majority of sex workers, she said, won't seek financial recourse via the court system because sex work is still criminalized in Canada. Going to court exposes a sex worker -- and potentially everyone else she is associated with -- to the justice system, Wesley said.

"Even if there's a chance she can win, there's always a risk of workplaces being shut down, police being alerted to the activity, being evicted, deported," she said. "There are many consequences of being criminalized, even if we win in court."

Wesley says the small claims court decision actually goes against the 2014 federal sex work law, called the Protection of Communities and Exploited Persons Act. That law emphasizes the importance of discouraging sex work and denouncing and prohibiting the purchase of sexual services "because it creates a demand for prostitution."

Wesley says, "I hope the minister of justice and prime minister read the decision, read the law, and consider it's time to change it."

And while Pink's decision says that both sides in the court case believe it is the first of its kind in Canada, a legal expert questions its importance on jurisprudence because the ruling was rendered in small claims court.

"The usual court hierarchy doesn't apply," said Wayne MacKay, professor emeritus at Dalhousie University's law school. "Another small claims judge wouldn't necessarily have to follow it, nor a higher court."

And while the decision doesn't have a binding precedent, it could still influence other court rulings, he said.

"The message is out there," MacKay said. "Sex work is work, legal work, and deserves to be treated like other legal work, and if people chose not to pay, they can get a remedy in small claims court."

According to documents filed in Nova Scotia's small claims court, Sheehan charged $300 an hour for her services, and spent seven hours with Samuelson on Jan. 26, 2022. But the next morning, when she attempted to take cash out of an ATM with his bank card, the transaction was denied. After several text exchanges, Samuelson eventually paid Sheehan $300, leaving $1,800 outstanding.

Pink's decision, rendered in April, says public policy requires the courts "not to increase or contribute to exploitation of sex work, and thus favours a regime that gives aggrieved sex workers access to the civil courts when they have a civil claim."

MacKay said the broader social impact of the novel decision may be more important than the technical, legal impact.

"One has to kind of admire the sex worker that decided to test the waters, see what small claims court would do, and succeeded," he said. "That's the way things change sometimes."

Sheehan, who advocates for the decriminalization of sex work, said she wanted to pursue the case in court because she was a victim of human trafficking when she was a minor.

"I feel obligated to not leave things the way that they were," she said.

This report by The Canadian Press was first published July 9, 2023.

This story was produced with the financial assistance of the Meta and Canadian Press News Fellowship.

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[katenepveu]

I went to the Met yesterday—as I already noted regarding the bowl with feet and ladle with legs—and I am going to attempt to force Tumblr's post editor to do my will so that I can upload pictures here rather than futz with my own webhost.

This will be long, so if you don't want to see Van Gogh paintings, contemporary art, and various bits and pieces, don't hit "Expand."

First is the exhibit Van Gogh's Cypresses, which I'm afraid closes tomorrow. I did not take a picture of The Starry Night because it's one of the most famous paintings in the world and I didn't think my camera phone was going to add anything to the discussion. However, I regret that slightly now because standard photographs don't do the thickness of the paint justice, so that was really interesting to see up close. (It's on loan from MoMA, which has a virtual exhibition about it that may give an idea of its dimensionality; I'll look later or I'll never finish this.) It was also interesting to be looking at it in the context of cypresses, specifically; I'd never really focused much on the foregrounded trees because the stars are so overwhelming, but the exhibition's referring to the trees as "flamelike" made me notice the reddish parts of the trees, which seemed a lot more vivid in person.

It was also interesting to see The Starry Night just after Field with Poppies, as the exhibition notes that Van Gogh "classed this work with The Starry Night 'as exaggerations from the point of view of the arrangement,' dependent on 'lines [that] are contorted,'" because to me it doesn't seem nearly as exaggerated.

The similarities with the work on the other side of The Starry Night, Wheat Field with Cypresses, was a lot easier to see. It was painted the same month, and the exhibition calls it a "stunning daytime rejoinder."

Interestingly, the above was painted outdoors (in plein air); he later made a "definitive version" in his studio, and I personally think the thinner paint made it much less interesting, for all that the colors are brighter.

Speaking of thick paint and working in plein air, there was next Cypresses, also painted the same month as The Starry Night and the first Wheat Field; the glare on my picture below is both bad and possibly gives a suggestion of how three-dimensional it is. The exhibition says that there are "scores of pebbles and vegetal matter embedded in the paint surface," which I tried to find in the close-up also below, but couldn't identify with any certainty.

Finally for things I particularly liked in this exhibition, my picture of Two Poplars in the Alpilles near Saint-Rémy may have a bit of glare, but the linked picture doesn't seem to convey just how eye-catching those poplars are in person.

And now for some random things!

This lizard buddy is, by process of elimination from the labels in the case, an Imperial Hand Seal by Fabergé, though sadly the Met doesn't have its own picture:

I very much liked the face of The Old Actress, by Max Beckmann:

I dug these Futurist & Cubist works, all from 1913-14: Development of a Bottle in Space, Umberto Boccioni; The Man at the Café, Juan Gris; Dancer = Propeller = Sea, Gino Severini; and Coney Island, Joseph Stella.

I didn't quite connect with all of the works in the exhibition Cecily Brown: Death and the Maid, but I did like this set, consisting of (clockwise from top left): Untitled (Vanity), ca. 2007; Gossip (after G. A. Wotherspoon), ca. 2007; Untitled (Sled), ca. 2006; Untitled (Aujourd'hui Rose), ca. 2005; and Untitled (Vanity), ca. 2007.

And wildly discontinuous in time (as in, from about 350 BC), but: look at this face! (Of God Horus Protecting King Nectanebo II, specifically.)

Two big cats in the same case: a leopard by an Edo artist from the city-state of Benin c. 1550-1680, and a lion cub carved out of quartzite that's about five thousand years old. (The Met's official picture of the leopard doesn't do the leopard's face justice, which is why I've included two views. Alas, I omitted from the second picture SteelyKid standing next to the sculpture making the same face.)

Finally, some extremely good finials from Java dating from the late 9th or early 10th century: from left to right, with a Kinnari; with lions and Makaras; and with a Makara disgorging a lion (sadly the Met's pictures are not much better than mine).

And that's all I have! Which is a lot less than usual for me in a big art museum, honestly, but I was with family.

Edit: I forgot, I stopped very very briefly in the Afrofuturist Period Room which deserved way more time than I could give it (and my pictures weren't any good, which is why I forgot), but the Met's page on the exhibition is actually useful, unlike its page on the Cecily Brown exhibition.

[mysticinalandofdreamers]

Litany of the hours

REGINA

Mater

Martins

Virgo Sanctissima, Oh Maiden Most Holy, bless us.

Virgo Immaculata, Oh Maiden Immaculate, cleanse us.

Virgo Veneranda. Oh Maiden Most Venerable, guide us.

Virgo Fortissima, Oh Maiden Most Strong, defend us.

Virgo Splendidissima, Oh Maiden Most Shining, inspire us.

Virgo Ferocissima, Oh Maiden Most Wild, invigorate us. 

I thank you for this new day

Thanks for the life you give me

Oh Queen of Heaven, Star of the Sea, Gate of Dawn, we fly to thee. Moon-bright Mother, Mystical Rose, stay with us now and at life’s close.

Sext

Mater Mea

Litany:

Mater Misericordiae, Oh Mother of Compssion, have mercy on us.

Mater Dolorosa, Oh Mother of Sorrows, console us.

Mater Spei, Oh Mother of Hope, uplift us.

Mater Maris, Oh Mother of the Sea, nourish us.

Mater Terrae, oh Mother of the Earth, ground us.

Mater Silvarum, Oh Mother of the Forests, encircle us.

Mater Animalium, Oh Mother of Animals, unify us.

I thank you Blessed mother for the noontide

Mother of Eternal Glory

REGINA Caeli

Vespers

Regina Iustitiae, Oh Queen of Justice, instruct us.

Regina Potentissima, Oh Queen Most Powerful, protect us.

Regina Tenebrarum, Oh Queen of Darkness, bring us into your mystery.

Regina Pacis, Oh Queen of Peace, comfort us.

Regina Stellarum, oh Queen of the Stars, illuminate our paths.

Regina Mortuorum, Oh Queen of the Dead, support us underfoot.

Regina Caeli, Oh Queen of Heaven, we glorify you and praise your holy name.

I thank you for the Eventide

Thanks for the life you give me

Queen of Life

Compline

Mater Dei

Litany:
Stella Maris, Oh Star of the Sea, shelter us in the storm.
Turris Aurea, Oh Tower of Gold, protect us with your strength.
Sedes Sapientiae, Oh Seat of Wisdom, advise us in life’s troubles.
Rosa Mystica, Oh Mystical Rose, draw us into your loving heart.
Consolatrix Afflictorum, Oh Comforter of the Afflicted, console us in our suffering.
Tenebros Clara, Oh Bright Darkness, enlighten us with your spirit.
Porta Aurorae, Oh Gate of Dawn, guide us through our journey of life and death.

As the Night watch begins cover me with you Starry mantle

Ladder of Heaven

[alwaysandforeverlost]

The emperor, justice, and temperance 😊

- @vegasandhishedgehog

the emperor: what are some names that you like?

Great question!! I often think about names, once me and my brother made a list of all the ones we liked the most. Which weren't a lot on my side? I definitely like "Andrea", "Alessandro" and names like "Sole", "Stella" etc or the ones that are colors like "Viola" (not very surprising that my name is Blue huh? 👀)

justice: favorite color of rose?

I like white ones where the petals fade to a different color! Although my mom has some tiny tiny red roses in our flowerbed, I like them too 🌹

temperance: can you describe a strange dream you’ve had?

PLEASE I have the weirdest dreams sometimes. Like once I dreamt of buying a can of beans for my French teacher and bringing it to class. Without a reason. She took it. That was my French teacher from middle school, when this happened I was way into high school. French teachers and their icy stares never leave you alone.

Last one I had (like the other night) I was outside my house and my uncle and aunt were with me. Nothing weird until now. My aunt is very short compared to me, but here she was like 3 meters high and I was straining my neck to look her in the face. On the contrary, my uncle (her husband) was the tiniest man I've ever seen, like Tom Thumb. And he came up to my house with this tiny white care (I know nothing about cars, I can just tell you colors and I think that even in my dream the car didn't have a precise shape. It was just a car. 4 wheels and that's it). The dream stops here.

I was very confused when I woke up 🫠