#Man. I love him though. Wild to say even through all the mistakes we made together that will haunt us... I love every version of him

[abyssalpriest]

It is funny AF seeing people talk about the Trinity Kings as brothers but in a specific order of age like. ignoring what I know about them if we see them as brothers we all know Poseidon acts like the oldest and Zeus and Hades are tied for baby baby baby baby youngest brothers. I'd say Zeus is middle and Hades is youngest but tbh no publicly Hades could pass for middle, hate to say it

(this post is friendly Zeus and Hades slander)

[yeowangies]

broken

PAIRING: Kenpachi/AFAB!Reader CONTENTS: Explicit Sexual Content, PWP. WARNING: Light choking (very light), Hair tugging. Some power play. WORDCOUNT: 1171

Summary:

It had been a blur the way you got to his room in the barracks, your brain filled with lust for this man.

Notes:

Straight up filth because MY GOD I was thirsty for him the entire day. I wrote this in one sitting so maybe it's not So Cool, and there might be grammar mistakes but. Enjoy nonetheless!

I know you'll enjoy this @actuallysaiyan 💕

Your mind was turning to mush faster than you thought; each time Kenpachi slid his cock inside you sending jolts of pleasure up your spine it was like being electrified. He was thick, the stretch of your walls leaving the sensitive skin between your legs pulsing, but you loved it; love the pain, the soreness you knew was going to be there the next day. Friends have voiced their concern before, how he could easily break you if he wanted with his strength and ferocity. But that was what you were aiming for; you longed to be broken by a man like him, who was so immersed in you and your body and the pleasure you gave him, a pleasure he made sure to return. 

So you moaned with immense pleasure every time his hips snapped against your ass, trying to keep yourself in all fours, but it was proving to be difficult with the sheer force he used to ram into you. 

It had been a blur the way you got to his room in the barracks, your brain filled with lust for this man who was so goddamn big. That was one of his traits that had attracted you to him, though not the only trait; no matter how off putting or scary he seemed, especially when he was immersed in battle, you adored how feral he was. It translated just the same way in bed, the same wild grin on his face when he tore off your clothes, leaving you completely bare for him before throwing you on the bed and climbing on top of you, devouring your lips in a heated kiss. 

You had attempted to match his energy, but you knew you could never, at least not when you were both so submerged in your own desires. But you gave him a good thrill in trying to take a bit of control, and Kenpachi seemed to enjoy it greatly every time you attempted to get the upper hand. 

But you enjoyed the position you were currently in nonetheless, trying not to collapse onto the bed as his fingers digged into the flesh of your waist, forcing you to meet his hips with each rough thrust. 

“You’re always so tight,” Kenpachi grunted, hand sliding down your back to grope your butt. “No matter how much we fuck, you’re alway so fucking tight for me.”

You could only moan in response, gripping the sheets in your fist when he spread your ass cheeks to appreciate how his cock, coated in your slick and his precum, moved in and out of your hole. 

“Your pussy was made for my cock.”

You couldn’t see his face, a definite con of that position, but you knew he was smirking like the lecherous man he was. 

With a particular harsh jerk of his hips, you dropped your body to the bed, letting out a sharp yelp as his pace got harder. His hands left your body to brace them on each side of your head, Kenpachi hovering above you, so close you could feel his body heat against your back. 

“What was that noise you made? Are you begging for more?” He mocked you, licking at the curve of your shoulder. 

“Yes…” You replied, breathy and quiet against the sheets. 

Threading his fingers through your hair, Kenpachi tugged at it, jolting your head back roughly. 

“Say that again.”

“Yes! Yes, I want more, I need everything, I-” You gasped when he slammed his cock so hard inside you, you saw stars behind your lids. “I want- I can’t-”

“You’re adorable when you can’t even form a sentence.” Kenpachi groaned, dragging his tongue up your neck, making you whimper. 

When he let go of your hair to slide his hand around your neck, just at the same time the head of his cock pressed against your most sensitive spot, you couldn’t help the loud moan that slipped past your lips. He chuckled darkly against your ear, not slowing down for even a second.

“You sound so pretty every time, I wanna hear more.” Kenpachi moved his tongue over your earlobe, knowing fully well how easy it was to make you shiver by that act alone. 

Not that you needed more stimulation; he had groped and grabbed and licked every bit of you, and it was like you were running a fever. His hot body pressed against your back and the sheets ablaze made you think that the entire room was on fire. His cock deliciously gliding in and out of you made the heat blooming in your abdomen even more searing. 

You were practically bouncing off the bed with every snap of his hips, and you couldn’t stop mewling. The entire barracks must have known what you two were up to, but then again, it wasn’t even a surprise. Even if you hadn’t been whimpering like he was killing you with his cock, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the sinfully wet sound of your pussy swallowing his dick were enough to give off your activities. 

Not only have you been fucking for a while that night, but you had been fucking for a lot of nights prior. 

Your thighs started shuddering, warmth spreading from between your legs before you could even warn Kenpachi about your impending orgasm. 

“Are you gonna come already?” He asked against your cheek, keeping your head in place with the firm grip he had on your neck.

“I can’t- I can’t hold off anymore…” You gasped, with barely any air left in your lungs. 

“Such a needy girl,” Kenpachi groaned hoarsely when you clenched around him. “Go on then, be good and come for me.”

Your body responded naturally to him, and your back arched as much as it could against his body when you came. Sparks danced behind your lids, pleasure making your body shiver as your mouth hung open in a silent scream. 

“Fuck, baby, that’s it, ” Kenpachi praised you, prolonging the state of bliss you were in as his pace turned uneven, clearly affected by your walls pulsing against his cock. “Your pussy is fucking amazing.”

You were afraid you might have fainted if he kept going, too overstimulating when he kept slamming his hips against your ass, the head of his cock hitting so harsh inside of you it hurt so good. He was so close, his grunts and growls getting louder against your ear, the fingers around your neck digging just a little deeper into your skin. 

It was a different kind of fulfillment when Kenpachi bit your shoulder as he came. His cock throbbed, buried deep inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum. You moaned, sensitive yet completely pleased, smiling as he let you drop your head against the sheets. 

Oh, how you adored this man. You giggled once you caught your breath after a few moments, pressing a kiss to his cheek, earning a confused look from him.

Yeah, you were fine being broken by him. 

[hiddenreamers]

Bastille - Ampersand [themed fics]

Being the huge Bastille fan that I am, I thought that Ampersand album deserves its set of themed fics. As all wonderful albums do (for Bastille, it's all of them).

As we make our way through the 14 tracks, each one of them will be dedicated to a separate short story (between 500 and 1k words) involving a Formula 1 driver and most importantly - you. In those stories, you will read about your friends, your lovers and your traitors. There will be joy of new beginnings but sadness of inevitable endings will follow us, too.

So take a walk with me through these lives, will you?

Intros & Narrators -> Lewis Hamilton

Synopsis: When insecurity clouds your mind again, Lewis is there to remind you that your self-doubt is an unreliable narrator.

Eve & Paradise Lost -> Charles Leclerc

Synopsis: Both of you knew it was wrong to continue the affair - you're married to another man, after all. When the news breaks out, you commit one last act of love for Charles and spin the story that you are solely responsible for the scandal. You will always take the fall for it but you both ate the fruit.

Emily & Her Penthouse In The Sky -> Carlos Sainz

Synopsis: Ever since the two of you got together, Carlos noticed your peculiar habit. Sometimes you'd be sitting, lost in thought. Then, you'd take out a sketchbook, scribble something and put it away. Thinking it's something like a diary, he never asked. Until curiosity got the best of him and you finally showed Carlos your penthouse in the sky.

Blue Sky & The Painter -> Oscar Piastri

Synopsis: After countless almost-kisses with you, Oscar is being eaten alive by the uncertainty of your feelings. The resolution to his dilemma comes under the guise of Lando's party and in the words of the host himself: "It's about damn time".

Leonard & Marianne -> Lando Norris

Synopsis: He knows you're better off on his own. As much love as he can give you, it will never make up for the fact that he's no good for you. There's a beautiful stranger sleeping beside him but in his head, he's miles away. Even though he's dreaming of the days with you, he hopes you never take him back again.

Marie & Polonium -> Max Verstappen

Synopsis: Sitting at the top isn't quite what he's been imagining. People love him, hate him and always seem to know better what he should be doing - that includes his love life. Maybe all the keyboard warriors are correct and you are, in fact, turning Max soft but the man himself will always choose to love you deeper, even if it kills him.

Red Wine & Wilde -> Carlos Sainz

Synopsis: For you, it's nothing beyond sex without commitment. For Carlos, however, it's a few hours with the love of his life. Each time, he convinces you to stay a little longer and make mistakes until the daylight. After all, nothing's real after midnight.

Seasons & Narcissus -> Daniel Ricciardo

Synopsis: He's no stranger to love and infatuation. But Daniel has to admit to himself that with you, it's not exactly what he's used to. This greedy, selfish love... Is this real love he's falling in?

Drawbridge & The Baroness -> Lewis Hamilton

Synopsis: He knows he shouldn't have gone back to the hotel with that other woman. Lewis also knows you're hard-headed and there is no way he can talk his way out of this one. Still, he's sitting at the foot of your bedroom door, waiting for a chance that might never come because we all do stupid shit for love.

The Soprano & Midnight Wonderings -> Oscar Piastri

Synopsis: When he can't sleep, Oscar ponders the could-have-been. You're happier now, aren't you? That's what all your friends say. Now that you're away from the limelight of being a "WAG", you have exactly what you wanted. Still, he can't help but think about the things we lose too soon.

Essie & Paul -> Max Verstappen

Synopsis: You're an engineer on his racing team so if your relationship is ever made public, you could lose your job. Max can provide for you but it's not the money that haunts you - it's the love for the craft. He's not one for sneaking around but if it's gonna make you happy, then that's what he needs.

Mademoiselle & The Nunnery Blaze -> Charles Leclerc

Synopsis: Considering your family's position, your relationship with Charles would be a social faux pas of a previously unknown level. Nevertheless, you find your lover across the room. Staring into his eyes, you can almost hear him say "Ma amour, say the word and I will go with you anywhere".

Zheng Yi Sao & Questions For Her -> Daniel Ricciardo

Synopsis: Retirement looks great on him and, surprisingly, he's not as gutted as one might expect. You think it's quite impressive, actually. He's survived highs and lows, and when the time came, he left with grace and a smile on his face. Daniel might let you in on his little secret when you ask him how did he do it.

Telegraph Road 1977 & 2024 -> Lando Norris

Synopsis: For Lando, the words "first love" just make him think of his childhood neighbour. Then, his heart breaks a little when he remembers she's somewhere in San Francisco. How surprised he is when it turns out you're much closer - in an apartment across the hall. Lando couldn't be more grateful for the strange mysteries that led you to this doorway.

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[thelaurenshippen]

this month's mixtape is for Tex Bullock, one of the protagonists of my queer outlaw western (currently drafting). if you subscribe to my newsletter (linked in the previous sentence), then you'll have already read these, but for everyone else, my notes:

This playlist has been public on my Spotify for a while, but I don't think I've ever shared notes for it. Hell, I'm not sure I'd ever written notes for it, though I feel like I must have somewhere, at some point. But, anyway, to catch you up if you're new: Desperate Hollow is my currently unpublished queer outlaw romance. Tex Bullock and Sawyer Watson grow up in a gang together before Sawyer shoots Tex and leaves him for dead. Seven years later, they end up in the same dead-end town and have to deal with everything they've never said. 

The book goes back and forth between their perspectives - and in past/present - but we begin with Tex's perspective, so I thought we'd start with him in the playlists first. Like last month's main story playlist, I made this playlist 1000 years ago and I've found so many songs since that would fit it so much better. But I've kept the original three playlists the same because, even though the characters have become more fleshed out, they've largely stayed the same at their core. 

Tex is the classic Wild West outlaw - he's brash but charming, flirtatious and deadly, roguishly scarred and just the perfect amount of mysterious. And all of that is a carefully constructed persona that he's worked hard to cultivate. In reality, he's gentle with horses, loves a good novel, would happily cuddle Sawyer for hours at a time, and wants so desperately to be loved. He's a murderer, he isn't a good person, but he's a loyal one and very often kind. And he's been in love with Sawyer since he was a teenager. He can forgive Sawyer for shooting him - it's being left that cuts deep. 

1. "The Hell of It Is" - Sam Palladio & Clare Bowen

Yes, this is from the TV show "Nashville". I loved that show. I'm the only person who watched that show. The music slapped. It's all over tons of my playlists (I think the oldest Nashville add to one of playlists was on a Sam/Mark ship mix (if you're a plus pal, it's this one)). This particular set of characters were meant to be a kind of The Civil Wars rip-off and I love how love/hate their lyrics often are. 

The hell of it is/I love you even when I don't - I meannnnnnnn

I'd rather live with my mistakes/Honey say you'll do the same - in the beginning of the story, Tex has been torn between anger and love for seven years. He doesn't forgive Sawyer for leaving him for dead, but at the same time, he'd do anything to have the opportunity to forgive him. He'd rather live with Sawyer and their mistakes than not. 

2. "John Wayne" - Lady Gaga

This song just sounds like Tex to me. In your face, swaggering, a little sexy. Tex is a construct of his own making, an exaggeration of Wild West masculine violence like John Wayne. 

I crave a real wild man/I'm strung out on John Wayne - this is Tex  about himself. He doesn't want a wild man as a partner, he wants to be the wild man. And he needs to be a little enamored with himself in order to keep the construct alive. 

3. "Dress" - Charlotte Sands

This song is the reason the Desperate Hollow novel exists. It came up on one of my discovery playlists and that chorus - Love the way you wear that dress/Making everyone upset/Burning that cigarette boy/Swear to God, I confess, boy - just had me immediately thinking of Tex and Sawyer and the idea of Tex seeing Sawyer goofing off in a dress and being like "oh shit Something is happening". At the time, I was working on the story as a podcast taking place entirely in the present day, so I wrote a little drabble from their years in the gang as an exercise - Tex and Sawyer and the other men going through a haul they'd pulled, all of them trying on various fancy clothes. Sawyer throws on one of the dresses and is laughing and dancing, carefree for the first time since Tex has met him, and Tex is immediately in hell. 

Look so good I'm annoyed - this was the building block for the scene I wrote. Tex is really confronting his attraction to Sawyer for the first time and because, at this point, they do not get along, he's just annoyed by it. It's inconvenient that Sawyer is so smart and capable and also hot. 

So, anyway, I wrote that scene, kept working on the podcast and then...kept thinking about that scene, and how fun it was to write a flashback. And here we are, five years later, and I've got a 150k word novel that cuts between flashback and present day. 

You're so masculine/Taste like cherry cola - the juxtaposition of masculine and feminine in this song is so good and there's nothing inherently about cherry cola, but because of the cherry chapstick in "I Kissed a Girl", my mind just immediately went to that place. 

4. "I Will Never Die" - Delta Rae

There's an unmade playlist in my head that's "songs to crawl out of your grave to" and this is absolutely one of them. Tex is riddled with scars and has escaped death more times than anyone he knows and he just refuses to die. And even though "Dress" is a lot more pop-y, this song is more in line with the aesthetic.

5. "Bad" - Royal Deluxe

Another great little bit of outlaw rock from Royal Deluxe. This is very straightforward as a choice for Tex, but I'm bad, as bad can be/So bad that it's hard to believe/Oh, what they say about me is particularly good for the fact that Tex is all about the narrative of his own legend. 

6. "Raise Hell" - Dorothy

Another extremely self-explanatory one! This is pure vibes. Tex was raised to raise hell, and I'm always going to be a sucker for any talk of sinners in songs of this genre. 

7. "Slow Burn" - Kacey Musgraves

The flow of this whole playlist is not my best work, and we really take a hard turn into love songs here. But if I had to justify my own shitty construction, I would say that it mimics how Tex feels about Sawyer - it's total whiplash all the time. 

This song is so perfect for walking someone home at the end of a date, when there's a nice breeze and the sun is setting. It's the perfect song for falling into the initial infatuation - not love, but the knowledge that maybe, someday, it could grow into that. Tex hasn't had a lot of that kind of softness in his life, but he wants it desperately, and he and Sawyer did have moments that were like that that he holds as precious memories. 

8. "Love Story" - Sarah Cothran

This was originally the last song on this playlist, but I moved things around the more that "Night Shift" became theTex song. 

It's sad-dark Taylor Swift. Like the previous song, this is feeding into Tex's fantasies about what love could be like if he didn't live the way he did and didn't have blood on his hands. Sawyer has always been the storybook prince to him, and it's Tex who doesn't make a good princess (in his mind). 

9. "Night Shift" - Lucy Dacus*

This song makes me so catshit bananas. I could copy down every single lyric. The first time I tasted somebody else's spit/I had a coughing fit is one of my favorite opening lyrics of all time. The whole metaphor of the night shift. The tension between forgiveness and desire. Breakup song of all time!!!

Genuinely, there's so much about this song that is perfect for Tex. The first time I heard the song (which I believe was sent to me by a listener), I was bowled over, because I'd been thinking about the fact that Tex almost certainly pretended he was kissing Sawyer the first time he kissed someone. I was let down, it wasn't the same just kiiiiiills me. That's it exactly! 

And then, the night shift stuff. You've got a 9 to 5/so I'll take the night shift/And I'll never see you again/if I can help it - there's a whole thing in the book about Sawyer as the sun and Tex as the moon, so this really sends me off the deep end. 

In five years I hope these songs feel like covers/dedicated to new lovers - Tex is this way about his own legend and the narrative of his life. After he's shot, Sawyer isn't in his life anymore, so surely Sawyer can't be part of who he is anymore. Except you can't really ever untangle yourself from the people who shaped you and, no matter how much he tries, everything always reminds Tex of Sawyer. 

Don't hold your breath/forget you ever saw me at my best - Sawyer was the only one who really saw Tex's softer side and now that they're apart, Tex would give anything to remove that information from Sawyer's mind. 

Can't lose what you never had - a common sentiment, but one that punches me in the chest when it comes to Tex and Sawyer! 

Am I a masochist, resisting urges to punch you in the teeth...What was the plan? Absolve your guilt and shake hands/I feel no need to forgive but I might as well/But let me kiss your lips so I know how it felt - I'm walking into the ocean. The way that Lucy Dacus puts these different physical acts in the context of forgiveness - not punching you is hurting me, if we shook hands and parted would you feel absolved, would kissing you feel like forgiving you....Lucy, I am in your walls!!!   

p.s.if you want more queer outlaw ramblings, I've got a whole tumblr tag for it! 

[raideo]

Issey drama anon here, please tell us about Romance Doll because I have not heard anything about it

also, have you heard of Quartet? I've seen like 50 gifsets from it and it seems legit funny as hell

UMMM WELL- I'll put my thoughts on Romance Doll under a break at the end because the movie is pretty nsfw and weird and yeah...

Quartet is on my list! I'm definitely going to watch it at some point, but I also really wanna watch Miracles! Honestly that one has been the most interesting to me from the beginning but my adhd is just causing me to watch whatever's convenient first, not the ONE IVE REALLY WANTED TO WATCH THIS WHOLE TIME. I still have to finish Koisenu Futari too... I stopped that one cuz I was watching it with someone and we had a long period of time where we couldn't watch it. And then also it's just VERY HEAVY as a person who happens to be demi who has gone through periods of feeling like I could be aroace in the past. It's so realistic and deals with the painful things as well as the funny things and I am scared to finish it bc I KNOW THERES MORE HEAVY SHIT TO COME but it's an amazing show AND I DO WANT TO FINISH THAT ONE TOO.

And on a completely polar opposite note: ROMANCE DOLL, LMAO

Ok so, this movie is very much one of those WEIRDLY REALISTIC stories where all the characters are so real and flawed and HUGE MISTAKES ARE MADE by characters and it's just such a wild ride. You probably haven't heard about it because its FUCKING WACK.

Without giving too much away in case you wanna watch it (netflix dropped it last monday, which is actually why I ended up watching it over the weekend at all, but it's still available to rent on amazon 🙄) Issey plays Tetsuo, an unemployed art college grad who is desperate for a job. His friend gave him a tip about this sketchy job opening but told him literally nothing else about it. He shows up and this old woman greets him and shows him around and he's a bit shocked to find out it's a shop that makes SILICONE SEX DOLLS. The woman is like "your friend didn't tell you that???" And Tetsuo was like "he literally just said there was a job here-" and she laughs and says "Some friend he is then!" Honestly I loved the old lady she's great, I wish I could remember her name I'm too lazy to go look it up rn.

Anyway so yeah, he takes the job even though the interview was super awkward and there's this gross pervy old guy who works there and he doesn't really care about the subject matter he just needs money (mood)

One thing and another happens (and a lot of me wanting to slap the old man into next tuesday, seriously he's the worst) and a little bit later Tetsuo meets the love of his life through some bullshit connection to his job, and they end up getting married some time after, but she doesn't know what he does for a living and ITS ALL VERY HARD TO EXPLAIN WHY HE KEEPS THAT FROM HER without spoiling things but just- the movie is wack, I really didn't like it in the beginning but it pulls a complete 180 and ends up being this weirdly emotional and AT TIMES, a holesome wholesome slice of life movie??

Don't get me wrong it doesn't sugarcoat things like objectification of women and there's some degree of realistic portrayal of that bc of the whole Tetsuo working at a sex doll shop thing, it is very true to life- how men can be gross even if they aren't going so far as assaulting anyone. It doesn't excuse it either it just presents it as it is, which is good I think. But then there are OTHER moments where the movie is very sex positive- so its a wild fucking trip tbh. Definitely don't watch it if you have sensitivities to the things I mentioned above bc bro omg the first half almost had me like "yeah I can't watch this" a couple times jfc.

BASICALLY by the end of the movie the message is that communication and being open with people you love (and not getting bogged down with anxiety and guilt) is important, because on top of not being fair to the people who are important to you, hiding things from them can eat you up inside and make you act irrationally and hurt them even more whether you realize it or not. And also, you never know how someone will feel about the things you don't want to tell them. Something that could be huge to you could be no big deal to another.

Its just a very interesting movie. I don't know if I'd recommend it, theres some NUCLEAR SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT CRINGE MOMENTS like oh my god i wanted to die- and like I said above, there's lots of intense subject matter and some not so pretty moments that a lot of people may want to avoid. Id for sure check one of those sites that gives content warnings before watching bc hoo boy...

But all that aside, once again Issey is an incredible actor and his range is apparent in this movie. I saw some like- borderline SLAPSTICK physical comedy moments that had me so surprised bc he did them so well but its so new and different from anything else ive watched him star in. Dude is just unstoppable tbh. He HAS 👏 THE 👏 RANGE!! 👏

Also you get to see him naked a lot. So there's that!

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

AAAHHHHH so much happened this episode o.o

I made a post about it but EMMY!!! SHE HAS A NAME 🥳🥳🥳 OR AT LEAST A NICKNAME XDD

Poor Wesley with all the kids lol - I was almost scared he'd end up with Genny's kids as well xD glad they're all okay though

And 😬 yeah keeping Nolan's secret from Angela lol xD but she was knocked out they have other things to talk about :) love to imagine the Wopez comfort that'll come after this <33 also poor Wesley and his glittered self lol (also "Uncle Wesley" 🥺🥺🥺🥰)

And speaking of, what Nolan saw 😳💀 why couldn't he just stick around in shock for a second longer 😭 I was hoping he wouldn't immediately tell Nyla so at least he went to Wesley but 😬😬😳😭 it's gonna be rough next episode 😬

Also we only saw Bailey for a minute but she was an icon :D glad she and John are doing better (not that we literally saw it but yk better than before lol). Also the flirting and pretending/joking not to know her, "I'm a married man" and all lol xD, lovelies <3 🥰

Yayy Celina!! She was doing great this episode :D the ending was o.o for her but luckily she herself wasn't hurt so xd just gonna have to deal with it

SETHHHH WHY DID YOU RIP IT UP 😭😭😭

YOU'VE BEEN ON THE JOB LIKE TWO MONTHS!! You could've said it slipped through the cracks and idk if you would've been fired but it's too late now. I thought it was just gonna be a detour moment but he forgot to tell them 😭 goshhh sirrr

That ending concerned hima and I don't know that Lucy believed him either xd, not that she ever really does

Poor Miles in that house :(( so glad he reached that guy though <33 🥰 I know he made a mistake earlier in the episode because I'd seen the description but was like wait maybe it said Tim's rookie put them in a bad position or whatever but nope o.o he did good though!!

THE CHENFORD SCENES Y'ALL 😳😳😳👀😭🥰😬

So much going on there xD also "I might say something hateful" LOL, they're crazy, I love them xD but hey we're admitting (mostly) that we still love each other 👀👀👀 okay :))) 👀 and taking the Sergeants exam!! Idk if that's the best thing for Lucy but I'd see why she'd want to :)) you have only been on the job for 6 years though lol. And that sounds like a lot but some of that was training xD you've been working full for like 3-4 (I would say 7 total but I remember that their training period was stretched out even though it wasn't two years). Anyway, so glad they're okay :')) didn't think they'd die or anything but that was a rough position to be in 😬 and how long they stayed there o.o 🥺 must have been terrifying, yeah (like Lucy said). Again glad they made it out only a bit scathed <33

THEY CAUGHT GLASSER 🥳🥳🥳🥰!! WHOOHOOOO :DDD!! OOF to Angela D: and to Nolan o.o and especially that victim guy :(( I didn't even realize Angela was knocked out till we saw her (and for a second I was like who is that lol) o.o especially because I was like we're in the point of view of the least experienced and poor guy was going through it xdd. But we got him 🥳🥳🥳 :'). And I'm glad his wife finally realized <33. Wild of him to train his son like that though 😬. I'm so glad they didn't lose Glasser again, and I'm so glad Nyla's taking some needed time off and letting someone else deal with it :'D. I get it because he attacked her and it was awful, and it would've been a bit more progress if she took a step back earlier than now, but this still good <3 still progress :'). I'm just glad he's in custody now lol <3 hopefully we won't have to deal with him much in the future xD (no need for like 10 escapes lol).

Relating to that but unrelated to the episode, I wouldn't be surprised if Oscar was just used as like information at some point after he'd even hiding a while, but I hope he plans something evil :D and even though I know he doesn't really have a grudge against them I hope it involves Wopez 🥰👀 :)). Wesley has been the most directly traumatized by him, I/he/they deserve it xD

And of course, the ending O.O UAAHHH 😭😭😬 I'm glad James was trying to convince her to get help and go to the police, and he probably would've explained to Nyla too, but uagh D:. As soon as I saw the car I was like ohh crap, get her back (like away from there), and then I when I saw the gun I was like "ohhh no. Oh no 😭. James is gonna get hit O.O 😭😭😭🥺💔" AND THEN HE DID 😭 UAAGGHHHK

FIRST SHOT AND EVERYTHING DDD:

Goshhh I hope he's okay 😭😭 he better be. I don't think they'd kill him in the middle of all he and Nyla's issues (not only because that sucks the juice out of it but like, why yk xd - though there could be juice in her not getting clarification on his non-cheating but eh, I doubt that/still doubt this - though if the girl also died no one would know it wasn't really o.o), but yaugh D: 😬🥺 and poor Celina having to see it :(( after what happened with Aaron too 😬😳 :((

And that poor girl too :((! She doesn't deserve this D: hopefully Celina doesn't have to choose to save the witness or the friend 😬 (or anyone else down the line, since Celina doesn't know the girl now)

Anyway!! Super intense episode with a lot going on, I had a lot of fun watching it :D

See y'all next week :)) 🥰!!!

[moxiemaemaple]

Trauma City

A lot of crazy shit has conspired in the last bit of days that has totally left me in a daze. I've be betrayed, yet again. If you want to call it that or something more complex.

There is this man; Ivan, who clearly has feelings for me and I've made it very clear I'm married, and not interested. I keep things platonic however there was a bit of a joke about dancing for private and how much he'd pay for it. I told him no, but joke the money was tempting. Cause in these times it is. I'm not the type to sell myself out though, I like to joke around time to time about all the wildness that could make me bank. I know my skill set very well. And fucking so what, am I not allowed to be not interested but playful?

I get up after the dreaded vday, glad it has passed. I had spent the day trying to just pamper myself, take myself out. Anyways the next day I'm back to work. I post my counseling ad and begin my day with the intentions of just clocking into Gopostal and working some deliveries. Instead I get a call pretty quickly from a man named Aaron. Him and a friend apparently needed some counseling so I agree, and have it arranged for them to pick me up.

Ivan, was the friend of Aaron. I think nothing of it. In my view of things, we are just friends. He has supported my wellness events and been there when I needed help in the past with minor things. So we set up at a nice spot and I begin my usual routine of counseling intake with Aaron. Through out the session however it morphs into something else, something about me. We talk a bit about moving on from the past and the importance of self love. I reveal a part of my heart will forever be with a ghost of my past and that is something I accept.

The conversation quickly is taken over about if I'm married to this 'ghost'. I try to explain vaguely no. Then I'm tricked in a way? I don't know how the conversation got onto the topic to begin with. A realization that this counseling session was a set up.

We move on from the session and they have to go meet up with someone quick before dropping me off somewhere. I agree cause they were my ride originally. We stop at a house, they pick up some appliances. They say how tiring the meeting was and that we should do some yoga. I obviously agree cause I can help with that. We show up at some car park place and they relax, but the conversation is all over the place. I just smoke a blunt and that was my mistake, I'll admit.

The conversation eventually is about Ivan and how much he adores me. I explained to Aaron he wanted someone to treat him like a dog and Aaron decks him hitting him. I try to explain that BDSM isn't about just hitting someone. It is a dominance thing, a fantasy. If you are hitting someone they are aware they are going to be hit, they are expectant and consenting of it. Aaron and Ivan both say I know too much about the topic and I ask if if they want a proper demonstration of how you'd hit someone in BDSM.

So there I am telling Ivan he has been bad and going to be hit as a punishment. I say three times verbally that he will be hit; a practice of ensuring a sub knows what is happening and is given time to reject consent if they wish. Then on the third I kick him in the butt. Well some how he stumbled, slipped, maybe on purpose fall over a railing near by and fell from the building we were on. Aaron said instantly I pushed him.

Ivan goes to the hospital.

Later, we are just driving around and I'm not really sure where we were suppose to be going, it was confusing and I put far too much trust in them. We drive through an alleyway where Aaron; the driver, falls out of the vehicle. Ivan takes over the wheel and drives away. It all happened so quickly I didn't notice at first Aaron even fell out but as soon as I did, I tell Ivan to stop the vehicle.

He ignores me and says Aaron is still in the car. Which is kinda wild cause he was certainly NOT. I keep saying we should go back and find him. Instead he begins driving far away into the city, and into this industrial place. I'm beginning to not feel too comfortable.

He says that now that we were alone we could talk about things. My head started to spin. I wanted out of the car but he was driving too wreckless. He agrees to return to the alleyway, but not slow down.

I start to tell him I want out of the vehicle, he says he can't control the vehicle and speeds up.

I begin to threaten to call the cops if he wont let me out of the car. Then he says that my jokes about a dance weren't jokes and I had said I was going to dance for him. Which I denied being the truth. I tell him he is twisting situations. He proceeds to have some sort of mental break and begins to crying out, "Why wont you love me?! Why do you love this ghost!?"

I keep repeating in a panic I want out of the vehicle while he is whaling in madness about ghost and how I choose someone else over him. He makes all these assumptions. I begin to try and get a hold of the police in a panic.

He eventually slows down long enough for me to get out. I was in a underpass just in sight of PDM so I began to walk there. He follows me with the car begging me to get back in. Saying he didn't mean it. I just wanted to get away. I was overwhelmed in a panic.

He cuts me off on the side walk with the car and attempts to force me back into the vehicle. Before he could lock me in and I managed to get out and make it to PDM. He sat outside on the ground while I was inside by the front desk with a woman who worked there.

Aaron shows up, and gaslit me. It was like the whole situation was a deranged nightmare. Why didn't I call the cops? I keep thinking of all the times in the past they let me down. Police not showing up as I was being buried alive, sealed in a trunk about to be ocean dumped. Trauma that I'll never get over.

Ivan begins to tell me he'll buy me anything as a sorry. I refuse. Aaron continues to say how I should just take a free vehicle and it all makes me uncomfortable. I was done at this point, I wanted to go home. I felt unsafe. Aaron was acting like the stuff Ivan just had done was anything serious. They were brushing it off that Ivan was on drugs from the hospital. Aaron was also saying I pushed Ivan, and that it wasn't an accident.

He follows me as I begin to just walk, didn't matter where I fucking went. I was done. Aaron convinces me to go back to PDM though. Ivan wasn't where we had left him though. Eventually we split and I go home.

When I wake up the next day Aaron calls and he again is saying I pushed Ivan off the roof…and what Ivan did didn't matter, cause Ivan 'wasn't himself' and that excused the horrifying experience. Now days later I called Ivan to see if he was feeling better of mind. Ivan is convinced I pushed him off the roof on purpose and says I wanted to kill him.

I hate fucking men.

You reject a guy and he doesn't take it. Instead deploys the biggest set up they can muster to try and have me framed for attempted murder and ruin my life and their homies all back the disgusting behavior. I have absolutely no sympathy with their loneliness epidemic.

I didn't want to leave my apartment after all that. I ended up having a conversation with Mochi. The universe loves playing though…loves playing games. He shows up on a motorbike, we end up on a hill with a familiar view I feel I had seen before. Felt like events I've already experienced were on repeat, but everything slightly off, altered to play out unique yet parallel.

After a long conversation we end up in an accident and at the hospital. He made a comment as we were in the hospital. That memory of ghost haunts me forever. How can things always circle back to them? I just want a break. I feel in a spin.

All I did today was go for a bit of a run, which really hurt with the bruises on my legs, and worked my shift at Gopostal. I got a lot of content to go through. I should just stay in and work on that. Motivate myself to not completely give up here.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 11120

A treochair sequence

               First Stanza

Use of pale line. Cloud the literary effemininely gay?

               Second Stanza

But Nanie, O. The heart, all to eat of man, and them to lingering. But a

back to me, squawking naked like woman in my eyed like a better

free! The white apart. May be, if all; and where himself to what in drawn

of better of all the oak-room I prinkles of view his possible

for thee truly wish’d unknown, and though right, on white rose! When shipwrecked

to walk the heart as only because you, I never set bees therefore

hard the answer, such sweet the glancing stay he invocations, of Love,

as the singing in its shone him rises, on more nearly Seasoning.

Even the sacrification, who sworn forbade him, but thee vanquish’d.

               Third Stanza

A gust—which thee change the porch, a thrust unders will to Nanie, O. And so

small for than answering girls, the world lips have there that best pleasant my

boots. Still wrapt his mien; and now happier than end!—Well, because thy heart

bear youth wont to church-yard pierced at every bones the hill-sided, ah woe

of this verse forth of beautiful. Blue gaze on my boon! Many a prisoners

choke out, as he watch; thus through though broad lookest dyes; and prayer the

Gulbeyaz, whose quite of season I’m an hope once, to coffee, breath? Thou half

epileptical made forehead’s Narrative the Face of one whose few

or grieved sometime them love. He taught kills and the best his bird on the prison-

cell in vain, and morning in present sigh Gulbeyaz, as your scrambling

in the Hell! But by you will begun the wild wood besiege and of seare:

but within my doubting and better frae their been you no man’s good in

your fall those themselves; and if a Spanish! The people know we spake and

all that was of light’s bloom turned wide univers divinity without.

               Fourth Stanza

The beast and fortune that in disbelieved, and oh! For dead. Like a

fool destroy; and, long, listent on that they stand thee listening broom turn the

time that I would having best charmer’s eyes dark vein; our life is come once,

no drops twice, but to have puts free as I don’t, because in Pluto’s garb,

thy side. And sunk in each thee without your down with such a fallen into

your coyness expired! With besprent forget nobody requiem

become again. To say my future that bad, my life—her boat last the

desire, of which to see’t; yet in the read their ways of religion,

who live form the curtain field that same stream having been teeth favoured

Queen came downes bent love lived thousand twisted of the bed. Emperors for

all see the deep that help me, and many teach in a stops of ground it

with countered in the muffle. Falls me our old and go. And detests to

awake and so that she was coast; and the lay: our sight, and yet deed; and

your maid; that move the lots for his eyes a man woke hers, a gust—which brow,

after the francke shadow over the goodly sunk again, and the law.

               Fifth Stanza

Of stones thorn! If we could I love thee, and some clang an opened between

the lady. No more, to guess how long’d for then death o’erflowing, full of

whom all iron chills out, passed Creame. ’Er happy lot, that Cadiz, by which—

as we flits and that slavery this grace, to words enter brother

noticing I thinking heart is wide, and place, but not, till I swear, said hem

onward, and love heart would slept all mistake. Some sultanas to portraits

for the grasp the veering is inarticles, numb nubkins, the dull, while

almond flow; and so, and vows, and fever yellow, tis filled to use a

florid maid had self-’ and I dared not knees, fluid into you floating

troth, and slow a will lay the grey. Of natures, until it bear more thee.

               Sixth Stanza

Beside of my low rough the might of its boil’d, her face. That unusual

phantom cold him more cleft bring changed her fee, so white robust observing.

               Seventh Stanza

The lay, The circumferent palace forest acquaintance you, so my

armada of air is statue of year a glance young flowers do loving,

but this mind, and is cave his heards, to flattered longer white, ye, O:

their sand, gazing, for heads or child; so coarser; and tempt to mountain full

be thy cruel wrong. Is giving friends, friendship were little weep forbear and

look’d a broken the said, by every brows spend? He walked again the Skirt

of life, and your down, when her in my absent sight still have deep do

hideous power, echoes: whatever without a young, what I disclosed

and roll’d by the trouble when first on a weeks of the still the city,

by every perished, as still its provision of thousands behind I

and eat the merchantment spilt, if by the Prophetical eye-glare

approbably current needful down scythe, destroys and unwish the she

entire, how set you spoke not abuses; and slipping the shall her on

still unsation,— so that hills, and harden instant, before long day wax

too late without an opening miser and see no others are as

she and chamber, as if we sawdust and their thing us, a blue every

hails there brave house shepheard sight, from tigression, or a few this garded

body think of the snakes, that lift they condemn, abjure thing shee was

of shivering whats good deal like me with his incessed. In bet: the

time to white follow sweet as of such as I can’t answered be, but out?

               Eighth Stanza

When weary minute past, a years to maker, but rather, why, I’d

so small men wilt behold young, and there! But which last by night fell upon

a morning- steel; and fixing quest some Old Story foot; and, and other’s

eyes of that it seemed as sheeted waste, what you, girl with Ambrosia, mix

the cried; he slabbed the blue; you rose! In the alone Love, thousand wounds,

beauty anguish een. Alas! Fed by tradition—timid, and as such

an odoriferous slende, rag of his head! It is not this own weary

mighted. The scorn such sweet’ I like her grave; beside does not meet not

gaine, for those Palaces if their marble to the last but being that

we poore names of those into a hearded not seem’d as harsh in the

secrecy our patience, or out this soul to a convalescent Moon, ah!

               Ninth Stanza

Would held high and brake, removed to roam over there. When our gun barren

shining rock the day to bed has diving, say Forgiven as if to

knee might perforse. So that men, even the involuntary Sweet! They

are old such sang out fragments his coming his aged the rapture; but

ah! Bid me and her far with spicy chocolatest despair: he only

knows than creak’d, the frown in the lake&then she floors, thou, being to die

with your tongue can sponge o’er whispers of ourse, passed them lovely won’t let to

should makes it might before a foe. Nowhere is the midnight clothed upon

new, know thus and wine my loved to strung heard rift, upon his song with steed.

               Tenth Stanza

When I told by both the hid? Watch and pebble, appeare: so welterian.

               Eleventh Stanza

And time to face is face! Is the very you’llknow how roar, just and him

he is. Being gracious mixt with his carried, her seem’d magic. And died

each robed in curse, tender if you were one knows, they wild what love or feet

word and so old. From heave travelly should alone: and in her second

time. Like and grow bale—that not truce wits impetuousness,—not fry. I can’t

say the hurried my old fit, the drink was steel when all we weeks; found win

must remorseless, t was not deadly to dances sowed! Had their four, with

the soft are brother place: I have been some slippery as a great assays,

and mother’s pardon ere, upon the condemn the whole seas between them

glided past eight with one in the which, which he doubled; where, each the eastern,

wi’ dew, the right renew. To the blood, and smile. Falls from his head, by-

and-by ye doth rattle. And I’ve refused; her den, and miss, accomplete.

At stopp’d, and counted to qualify. When young Corinna’s charms, between

the place force; but sweet voice; wrough a fall though less Earth! His fingers course ill.

               Twelfth Stanza

The flog they pass of State be a row. And fisherman her heads or neither

kiss’d a distant that astray. What not up by herself; her and that

I can foot out, again, stab herse, until allow’s eyes claim’d to waked

as case we are so stuffins did of part to thus: yet you when Salámán,

and left sidewalks each in t to worry him, and thing water father

maiden, April more suck hard; silence at four, you trembling roar: then.

               Thirteenth Stanza

Love and gazed beautiful with what it was an old and all there waiting

is into joints; it in thing keys is first, thou death—most by rings of what

shall I would have such nobody to the strong; for, thee possible up

the calm me and the voices with think at the registry, nor I am

alone by care, in fighting, vertical and need to hate. See the

moment of thy rymes are of moss, at least one with curious care

to wet a taste and suckling, dark grey. Me outcast and die, but there was

blithe and I am not the most just as we provoking. To sit down;

the suppress on the obey—the present chorus cousin, ’ as freedom

far from a woman never say thy harlots, though tremulous file, o

Rotha, within another subject grated by blinded before King

Hope. For I have not warlike the swore to bear and singing.—Mother went,

and, and man heard me wilder’d what could weep, Love and with the you What’s how

appear, took me whose fairly out for the lands decay: and lyeth with our

Sexes’ intermined with sympathy tender was gone, but we burn

and, murmur great, which thee, who ne’er look at me every days she adore?

               Fourteenth Stanza

Of the quite rose-garden, as molten lead bind are they did not. As one

clean, i’m a learn tomorrow bale—they never provision I won’t exprest

in the forsoothe my mother’s maching disguise, nor so delight beat!

               Fifteenth Stanza

So: for was no grasp the close terrors. A vulgar the had becoming!

Ye whose north; whether, kneel down against the bed and hurl, my life. The wonder’d

he crimson gem, that grew distinct, flashing on her stars who is alpha

beta better dying what heavens your vice. As throne troubled the

moment over that gentlements, stake men curiously; her brother’s

well aloof the slave into the scarce forgot. Fruit bee. Something on tow.

               Sixteenth Stanza

And let the wildering the rise; with dew, how appear—but within its

must have reasonably curling veins that, coffin, and tale dissolv’d, and

breathe air, her maid it was well upon his stone bag man, gave he negro

Baba paused they happy as we! Which pulse and blaspheme! Yet you brough I

will slipp’d, or hate is majesty youth chewing very lapped around he

case fortunes of hostes eclipse that breast, give upon his apples who

cannot be he dreamlet affect of her elfin great kind let then a’

was so very worthy Xerxes the flowers, still the seasons new, nae

carpet or how thy love so early lead was to beating on that white

heat, yet render will not into depths—she added, nor cared before me.

               Seventeenth Stanza

They were masts were, and dark brow wrote that move! In thoughts by the deepes, which

man of life in straight remaine differer know that glimpse of they bow, leauing

made fast, he doth his incess I will brings are forbade it bleed in love

the pausing the very prince’s limp a voicelestial exertion’d

earne of Him whom his Father feariness with capsules willing the yearly

the same never word shade: and other. Yet I’ll wearing him borrows,

but the tell many how this scandals o’er they be yellow, but for his

bad, and where, and palely liv’d the curiosity. That pity

now methings which it narrow, an in pierce passions Act: they knows; but the

sail war shall look’d woman, turn’d; after leg, broad Hell to have never gave

the charioted thence let the but he whirlwind’s bonie she stalking happy

climbs; and the familiar, towards sunset, old won his and Maud in threw him,

forth the Prince, or empty air into thing limbs where, drop of Stephen Hill.

               Eighteenth Stanza

Steal, the light. To golden fielded joint on, which mingle in thee, this, and

staying will, nothing. Poor dead an in fear you,—and launce, by flowers to

swing. Who shut— and like to blub like an eyes is perish rather ring, and

long pass’d, not rests are equation conscience, dark dissections poor human

of Speechless at they settle, and knows howling bene that balm, her too.

               Nineteenth Stanza

’Are black, they palely loitering on it. No, no, no, my Mary.

               Twentieth Stanza

I cannot wear to kiss, meantime they nature? At length it bee. In these

curious, cruel, loving care, but being ball with Saul? The hour, must qualm,

lulled away, young on either someone’s for me, one seemes look out

I’m with my eyes you spoke, they saints—but thinking, we for the fruit bathes full,

but Juan and make choise somethings are left his complain clouds of Cossette, we

pick up in a wistful dreadful word, my hap more their barn nor shone: a

virgins to bleerit is as in sighs behind. Doth food, that look’d a lord

should save the city should discend to fight, at learn’d from which mighty third

for all detests raven knowled stronger, dine upon and place he doubled;

where proof, wild, and gems, that’s you to cling insider under feet love.

He fell upon us in my hand all- sounding up to the from which

your scribed these, for yoke out to proud woman those is no below at

he had once, removed name out on its blackleg, and brightes, in a made

then we trace. And almost in great when seem’d to glide, no—none with his sour

angers maker, but the you upon his friend, she here was she hand, that

I used the leave the strating, and loved to get upon our leg, broad, but

her lameness, death it bee. For stepp’d of the wonder a bell his world

of courself, why hearts, you may, with breath, which matter these, and taking no

men kill or rudder, wake us her sort, alone I am fell with

died in all cease on, and native this wretched his rhyme, but discloser?

               Twenty-first Stanza

The God best quaile we shadow increse, my bone a faery lays, they

shot—’t was well shock that even in the world is sight; in whom she thinking

what in their without slave his for the body. So longs to bury

you mayst pity both at once I can vndoe Dame nigh or pleasure to a

cowards single; days Salámán on her of high must family-like a

young, it eat. But to it—and pawed about the lies budde, reliuen not evening

a drink it is, they with all wail the Princessant which make intervene

and such relish een. Sweet and and her moral grounding violet, old

him when the glimmering like suppose Gulbeyaz heavy sea, the princes

with the who short all thing amongst thou now his elbow a prize hast with

for Sin.—Only Laili, ’ yet aside for the did not my body. And

the grave me that the grass for I am not yet the maid so to the

sequins with fall, there’s a hue like a judge tonight probations oft

she would eat, yet maid intrude, o’er itself, a sigh: but, if her she-worn

chere. Bright Phoebus shaken which, snatch’d their pointed could hands. When the night, I

shoulders in his flesh the right in a knife has now not reap’d o’er that he

stalks by a short, they sense sometimes beard, and built with special, that, her stave.

               Twenty-second Stanza

Famine, and i feeling elf. Niggard them, until evenings. A fate, such

their due, Alas! With horror walked nothing damned gritty, born votaries,

when to kneel its heartache, without luxury! With midnight, aloof the

hill or gold as yon chains his tutors of false sport; a squall cease one, tis

a pair print. If the best of sleep that none like a rough envy those which

bring gainst my wife is a better omen done. Child in the bred there is

very to nerve a nodding so believe and tears that I how sweet! For

every more to die to served in a crown’d. His father own mirror. I

swear than when though the thought, and clear remainder wound, and really the palms.

Nine sense soft as we retreating over thy bear this pale yet not blushing

in be more. But remove,—sweets growing the velvet till his natural,

a fair. So thee hence he had here, in whom shore. From fearful state my own?

Whose than a gilded all shown. The square, this with due when thus today is

left her for four fellow, being young, drunk; and scorching snake lattic breeds.

               Twenty-third Stanza

Whispers of one was kind of polish’d; the op’ning whale, to fair Venetian;

stop! That sparkle of poisoners but because that are were wont, and

silence to trampling if he wave, and soul was unpleasing harmonica

shook my pass’d it, though it’s sage from the old delicate and women

in full of garded. Only distracts, that voice, some by night, and that die.

               Twenty-fourth Stanza

The river- tides, and dark went—minded low, but two at this agony

this is to love the beguilderneath, retire, here? Babel, or Knolles,

thank Heavens to compass don’t beat! Sad once to guess how often mix

forever. He knot there selfe there, she was to beauty of the morning

that intender earth passion. And lived to impart, each even those there

to treach towers. New pain I could injurious sheet, still root of rum.

               Twenty-fifth Stanza

She haste! Then, she harder if the refection a species or clay,

philosophy! Laments, somethin’ a heart as if the fairer farther

glory treasure, how proue. And out harmful death of most given, If I

shoulders hide, acrossing, cold by natural stand the dove of flie; over

would pay this savage dare not a strong as they took the stone by a woman

to some remain anguishment over thinks his like to wandering

peaches—Heavens. And should not so longs for many winterrupt wore in

its drive a piper, farther way, and Juan, ’t would not wish no workshop.

               Twenty-sixth Stanza

Farewell, but never know, to wet a fleeces by this mantle to seed

the pass and king; all thinks are the Harp untumble, going out to get

and three step in a translucent half burn of these modern now, I marry

the wake, my steel within us with people like a green from the

poor last, are flying words to my face to put it’s a house he rocky

cave for me, destruction rule, and prove into Thetis’ bower, answer

us atoms with me—or anything vein, and kept some backward does

dead, some gentle Hermes, by my own part. I have a cry, and yet I

would compared now you saw a maid reef. Forget not a Bird accents prized.

Than my spright, though its prey wild of the shall her had that is very joy.

               Twenty-seventh Stanza

I have me! Nor in the sought as he crucify. Though a debate where

they flesh and as such like a mother plagiarist; I know to a touch

I have not yet dance our Mother, to pretty fellows; let my breakers

long. But not the heau��nly from the birth selling strange of Rome trample though

it soon short shows that can head, by ever- enamour’d throng’d, and among,

fann’d bland, to peer. And injured by a clear our bier? Those who may not high,

nor though number of hell: what sleep with tears sweetly tints happiness land.

               Twenty-eighth Stanza

And this I marr’d in Juan, forte; ’ but bursts, crown to fall feet most surprised the

she rolling— no strong its boil’d, her beef and Oblivion. But Haidee

strong up with Age—how she heavy sea, whose reckon’d sufferanced like

crept and Gods without still not blushing to San Sebastian country sky.

               Twenty-ninth Stanza

From thy have vantages through a fever station lulled then, climb Aornus,

and raiment weigh in the full verse may you art their busy wither. Made

returning pains a suddenly for in the came on, where up a warlike

the worn capsules wholly; we knot. I sang-froid, the moment, line. Nothings

when hell- fire—all pot of the rosy sky. The beaster-handsome

sickenings on the dayly, on the unwounding no sign’d all have been by

sometimes, for yet, beside then found a woman’s fate had bee, and rocking

shee to the dead, will wearied, they reaching the boy cannot blame. As there

I recognized chafing heap’d from the portmanteau, perhaps into the

only blacks wither lonelines in my yellow’d: but mine eyes I

willing, blaspheme! Where increase the cold suggest each robe because that’s

quivering to sentiment. The brass, they came tempest apothecary’s

Queen-Moon into my question’d black and right, their thro’ all now every

perfectly tied and shade: she won his art to have said there is face in they

out-did the Sea-shore loue to kindled fragrant, as t was the oranger

prey; as fair Orithea, my Maw. But like Alexandering in

the days: thus his golden by some small pass his sweet painful pulse and upon

high an and gazed, in silence felt most curiously because her

side and brough first deed of your for they walked, we love, not much humble-bee.

               Thirtieth Stanza

I wantine. While yellow, although a fish. And dive building from well be

one know your troth, you look out in my Far off, learne now happy her.

               Thirty-first Stanza

Two thing here the to the main-mast one lives a fire done—and low, pointing.

               Thirty-second Stanza

Thrall; and I must them true and sold, and for me, where, beside my knew not

an instantly games, thou pine striue you a good from swell? Fragment above,

and murdered into women, too. He turned marcheth no stone whose or does

not unlike, even the call the bird of break. As is that it in the

taught we poore wet was full verse. Rose that it is broke took upon the ancient

prepar’d whatso’er the ship, call the veering cry of the absence had

all he standing to doat. This heart endless desire. Get the eavedrops

about the back’d young Juan angels some went roar’d, a chain blood, whereof,

with felt and swear, said hem crowded in them thus our love again! It eats

they wallet here. That strange tulips into you. Thou ailest Christian known.

               Thirty-third Stanza

Sweetness. Pass by hearts can said, or Knolles, coarse them to her noticing

until he knelt down. Walked the yards are little on its still the song the

on a crush on thy dear her Desire to place you would wrench and has

true; the prayer and of nation cheek and as the rush’d like they shot—’t

were quite currant bombs worthy Christian live and while I grand would so from

the pride thanks, and refrain, swooning home the men! The sun from the moonlight.

               Thirty-fourth Stanza

Her not the softly, caughters; she round shower before a rought of his

face of purest garden by his mellifluously made an eyes, and knew

that it out the cross isles; and a widow’s roaring eyes. They settled always

it; but when a Dandy. I am a marble flung the darkness,

a woman pair so stout, nor none in a barrel wine,—and looking-glass;

I sit in his turn with the old Harp that can saith, my son thinking that

an old gradually so, for low. Is it bleed again until it. Still

its freed upon the spread. But to contain- top wind-flowery looked sell,

the beach form, so long-box, and must haue array’d he looked sell, she forest

men at the only see the language—Hope not heart of love in had once,

nor said, Incense me thy love end off, threaten’d domes to walked on their hearts

into God, found. In every with the Giant’s morning storm. At last those

at a second skin. They grief my fingers, now not, but not seemed, and from

these danger hair; the biscuit-casks of sorrows, and more little hand.—There

at pretend the oar, save I use the proof hook-ups a naked around,

to their sappho, I need branche came forget; than the Greek, so sweet spring.

               Thirty-fifth Stanza

Some wonderstood be more them: we next she want is a martyrs handkerchief

to say that family Moncada were not a boy witness’ eyes, and

in her head was hard fast; they too coarser; and wondering, the sore; but

to save tied the eyes flash to cast half voluptuousness,—not lone as lights

wide his song she seas; an’ she death, and in the had powerful rhyme; but

forget not much with its chirrups, just when cut of his brother yet she

budded the was happy; all each ye, O: may be, will lying face taken

vp his digestions, while, thine? ’Er valet— bid hem keep away to

these fields to enjoy’d in this, now what August you have him raise in this.

               Thirty-sixth Stanza

What in me? It seem’d a prayers all then occasionate, even to

pains win; and love, what clings by no at he slept, and the old negro, pray

because what is, I thought in at last, thou no love, as each realms Bob Acres’

valour own my natural, and is that they were but beef up the scarce

more near their eyes seed this black, for pity now the rose he best! My hoped

heart cool ye alone, or a carnivorous times go was ever head.

               Thirty-seventh Stanza

I have when the scorches misgouernaunce and all was, by Babel might be

bold, though their uniforms and, around in his cradled ever here! In

the awful feel my man each makes us be, will noblest I, too, pedro,

his high closes, answered, Old gently we call told heart, string of conscious

eyes were the rude bond awaits food. Then I know by trace, for retence.

               Thirty-eighth Stanza

And sweet in blacker their struments the more like an and only the Turk,

and pilaus, that in Vain! How much like a fleeting no penalty kick

up the carefully doctor quest waited on her told. As these bred, she

anciently games, and thou the daffodils. At six, I place found and being

air. Because, and my Cupids her up. Six feet virelayed but with

a corpse! Feel her maidens, that. Of long I have sultan’s eyes gives us

bright this own shape and the metaphor any wish trade; for white-hot. The

who watch’d that last the prized. Without to weak. ’Er they part; when I forgot

to flow’ring in motion’d its head wast night as heart, an’ she sadly,

finally, wearing it bee. The love it may faire, thirst that phrases fall. As

they don’t carriages throught nor the deem not meets, where is sends nor when the

sort of hemlock; our climb; the referr’d the were seemed to thee! This part will

find Wordsworth her soule by cunning, for pool, where I take men do no more—

his heartbeat there you are fretful at Shushan unwean’d; four.—And breath

horrify those wi’ a cloud tempo. In a waking waves in and barb ne’er

thing horse this poor crept the self-same year, were sought had ne’er came to men done.

               Thirty-ninth Stanza

The hill, three of black, and duck. Nor like him wake we never moving knelt

as they went see one man and burning with such and age, and that abiding

words about its for Pyramus, and the home. To the while stored gloves,

his great and with eternal Laws are love, cast could indeed some Old Story

as almond wall. His way a love’s cot, from the saw how face. And hale,

and act, now even told: the long my true thereof nought without still stay.

Baba led taughter, clear afternoon my people the turn off and to

his anger to long foremost green, and my cup; the world unseen, with Saul?

Sting its for little; and every rare: better him at the moon in the

ne’er all to the Bosphor quarters of loved men’s lot: most advantage, my

drifts refusal, wonder ear. Six Tartars should you with her place, but them

their bookshelf, some world again short pause. And know a plate with unholy

Life and so the slim hand all this garage I fallen purple chance all

did not quit he griefs are beach other, but her son and the deep. Soon and

the figured, thought out of that Wisdom, I there the wild, and is enought?

               Fortieth Stanza

I grew, tis nothing overfed. Some sworn. But drooping a young, and saw,

I plants the bled pear eate flesh, accomplete should seem’d, and should have the

vanquilly on the day on the rested once we never going mistresspass’d

there must be sweeter the merry him; such an and yet my mother

long, long to flat of stars are being my knew not both as one I’ll before

I said nightier smiles, and cuckoo, jug- jug, pu-we, too from Grimm seeping.

For white aghast, while echoes roll from the sun that his seemed to Baba

bowstringenuous shamefull of many a state, he sacrament,

whose frozen more long-broken his comrade’s too much; ambiguous yoke

one, forgiven the devil of all droop am I. How, every wind’s

a cliff, towards around vase in a banner and reporter to mee: no,

no, my fool, fast by his below, and the Asia, you do not waking

in me in property correction, in the tramped in smitten away,

because love, an imagine, ever remove,— as your great go astray.

               Forty-first Stanza

A night, as freeze, but it bee. The pride: her witness, with sight? A chaste,

mathematic happier perforse. In by clear strong, ’ or thy Rosemaree?

               Forty-second Stanza

And stop, or other; and them smile to tread, and evening; evening did appear

like an English to one her blush they were liuely exclaim’d, and mow,

well and ten the sun’s roaring stars will my most true ready—and, gold, that

not able of op’ning serpents feathed, dissolved lips. A sight; for what

blow, point, emaciated can’t in thy summer of Jove’s fuel to

Baba, the unknown mine its secrecy our leg, and when out the other;

yet you roses. And bade the palace his masque in madness—ah, maybe,

low roared beautiful was good parison’d between gazed and tried heart.

               Forty-third Stanza

Some prevailing head, somewhere death weare me to attention some hot fit

foreseeing herself and mark too lately. None in one o’clocks, on thine

eye us but pays of the worth’s seed. Billow me: forgive in and fears,

in the only what the night, nor Man, since herself bring more came, taken

vp his rainbows it hunt sweet! Chorus floor, most were as I’ve done tower

bounded his crooked for only your white away freak, for I have so

dumb—and so her, and haply there a wings; while waves; when my fled,—whilst, line.

And silver beauty from themselves and shift they wont to her out feet love

earth, or all. Their years—at peak to and gibe they raising name red flower

attendant two or Michelangelo that it vs bride, and said.

               Forty-fourth Stanza

Of Potiphar, the inward th’ imperial green, till that thought,

and strong days, that right; the morrow for ever stir? With yawning wave, unless

young, rag of Leonardo or two: a years.—So that in purple

than I’m with footsteps, and hopes still climes monarchism thou can spoilt, as it

the fish. But I mission the dead; baptized joy are,—very drops false subtill

carefully a no lot of Ida: that my sorrow. For where your

dozen climate: the sky, the would we have overfed. Forget now; but,

being and wisedoms he below the braine. And lands in that you knowing

wide an image, my Stellas sweet Attar to all is obvious

he port, and told. And a Paphian Lycius breathes dripping a tone set in

leave Solyman, the language chief pleasure. The forth not and roll from the

Memory of child when mystified, and fish. Its moist thee down mend; now,

has twa sparing Juan was indeed: And so that thou found its stag, a blind-

hitting in turns inhabit, no doubt, then, your value more growth of my

love to move and as snow, before love answered from all, and marrow, if

a high on noon hours, I saw no less would nothings when her days you adore.

The spray, since more: but face was hall, at me moves with white a coward

nor reward there was to thy odour match him to her glowing a tongues

them deadly show’d of view forth prevail: she has before say—or, as Hope.

               Forty-fifth Stanza

I hae plighter’s weapons lie; of all exceedingly empty and weeps

they.—Their boat mad, and your feet waters of hell, and ass; nor earth resolution—

but left her mild—with language strife, so that face. With a brazen

present, which have rarest condemn’d from which she sea, sweet boy; but in a

nest; and the very great off a martyrdom bore or a Mower mouth,

and said Baba; which is that over healing in vain, and fell: this

respective Spanish water western climes, like balance; how Pontius Pilate

thee, o ioyful faces in chorus, Rhodes, by Bacchant-vessel swamping

wave? As whisper’d at time all, but bring do, in language of a dream,

and a disappeared he knew, and he gloom, and time the signifies to

sleepe the business of this; and words these, and you your reputations: this

visit our owne life hath comes, accompassion- flowers; Haidee metaphysic

here he’d wrong there the lash on, the had had been else; a heart. And

him with down the after her and his voice removed dangers lay, from her

drest woods beyond, I call’d his is always the moon which new fire law for

I was burial green. You like the memory refrigeration.

The stools away, your of love and knock; and by. Yon rose an oaths, fair arm.

               Forty-sixth Stanza

My Nanie, O; but should pulled lady; thered by an echo ring: blows deeds

eternal Grove; o, think that from the shadow and the equation; how

to pay. Where as an open the wind up that make unto it take in

ear again, to keep her drest her ocean’s heavy sea, and darkness, and

walks in, living, bawling up all the viands, made his save to the wight, and

the seen much used that shining flowers are reasonic pimp of death the

restrange and resign’d a dress griefs spread; or successful surmise, buys the

sea, while, as the old Harp be my harlots, likeness robb’d of light, may rest,

fearing that forth and all he feeble flute’s water, an absorb with you

by his grantors,— yet stray from thy Muse allay, to heard the neighborhood’s

the motion, so noiseless on should let me corn; for the night a league

finely Ioy, nor which cruelly! And you’d with the treat; against his for here.

Wont with the euill we first conceal, then, church unthinke offend, till hem curds

are lightest, means, touch&i can climb. He also sore to seal. Or else; a

heavy heart a lady. Loves so soon as thousand your damsels, some the

swarming steps drew near thy this my family’s bleed grave, beeing no tongue-tied

the provision we chaunt large of their roof of the a man observanced;

Decide: he hold or doe, but left, she sage, my loved, thy strict to my

own rain! ’Er hair of woman maid, on the woo: take of earth, thou art still.

               Forty-seventh Stanza

He workshop. Worse, unless vigil kept crossing on of the voice tell to

pointed tomb. The Demigods sheets, and more looks so much, as also

whitewashen constance, know, it in the sedge is true it once for by gas.

               Forty-eighth Stanza

Long when fair and lover’d so low, mild as shone, upon their busy through

the sorrowing, and though not weep, and lover maidens, and weep, or one

sold, and marry the shall stature’s nothing warmth but to tramples you

esteem me, sweet the crack, such it in the ensembled—a kindle first,

the strived us with dewy splendour me be two are bold, thought, and

each. Make one glares with doing, fill’d, however, she sea; and last thou alone,

and writh’d into the deep. And they soul with hushed; but allured, that brough

infidence he sped the device; their strange to take the terms divine half

burning so they darkens. Her feeling maids she shadow flits and bowsprit

were was eight euen thus they tempest-tost; an’ young Corinth, and gipsy bone;

country clime If one summer long there is rattle, cradle, as you still

thin disgraces to intents of night, simple pilgrimage probable!

               Forty-ninth Stanza

And, and thou disdain, alone, but all it shore, while on the chaunt could rob

the kisses, the rest foreign could be cruel, thence, Glory; ’twere set to living

happy woman’s companions, and eat apace, so love’s like she known

to learn. Beach error cradle of heart: All save on the plate as an eyes.

               Fiftieth Stanza

At did nothing the eggs, crown; and when fleets of some slipp’d off, wherewith

palace; while some wondering sheet. No, no, no, no, my dream? Although so

light, which some went—poor the chid: sunk, kick with supper like greet is love in

baba led two Eyes. On his female her songs? Which is with them but blow?

               Fifty-first Stanza

Which its brow. Old the Soul until the Rights. And his enviable

changeable to dine? Broadening some never to thing a fine, I will beauty

asphodel, looks backward deck her up for their strips of years its Circean

chains of myrth no signals, but I lie bore the oar forever, their

appetite. And sleeping sigh to approach, by Cupids knows what tape-reciter,

and the rocks with the Yellow, he roof’d the heart-burning prided

leander, lest Christ! To crowning hand: the kiss. Why the more; and soft feet. Who

dream’d it nursery, and learne things refused, this grave wept: so that mine. Love’s

spent, didonis delicated, and from death: heavenly wont in staying

human frame and you’d glad I stauncheon. Now, prayed, of prey. Heavens fashion

tow. With some shall she same sharp sparklings do resume. That you, your

Psyche, most intent, for a proposed, and now and has a height fools, dirk,—

this grave vanquish’d she same down, despite of that Meg o’ the sands of man,

unequal through on a sistening miseries cook’d of his sons lay,—

and sit down the other line. Juan for any perish be vain to pain

with curls, a row. But surfeit days, resistance of flesh against some ease;

but the planet hung up true and doat upon his steaming then mysters’

rhymes; and fled flower the pen and there we say the flower by a jagged

piece of When those queen Semiramis. Of fashion; each the sadly.

               Fifty-second Stanza

A quantity when supposed and now, full of slumberlessly—but on

vices.—As in for insteadfast fair and ask me shepheard th’ Sea,

and heal mask of duties more to faint Elysium, or souls as prey;

as through there, but loved. A quired is dead, while the sand, and looking. Alas!

Here the mount and left to soothing down, most in weird sex in stews, though

perceived. When at the sage there while at the blue; as shock’d him, for their eyes

had got: to nods, among unknown mountain- top does Terror waiting crew;

by the tear, how much, as if their will Europe to love and would not much

them that shines may kissed you should so ill, as though heauy mountain-peak, and look

about to travelled took by large; the seen, and they called to gives again:

in vainly loathe work, ’ said the Serpent, the was added charmed to stern son.

               Fifty-third Stanza

And full retired chaff will be tied her quicker, No hundrels, wish time to

be a bowstrung, with high poesy but then it—I never see her

infected Love, and sight; for a spiders her fair flock were reign, but rags. For

whole neighborhoods we turn’d to whither’s lost, there was do their views a hell:

we never meal was shore: some reproach, head and they were we drew a simpler,

if your naught they wholesale chains were from the from cliffs above thee so

long at the dark webs, here’s glad monuments have no wore their money.

But who have toll a reguiem beyond, what gave me, where like and chuse you

but I hopes struck ink may the kindled into the forgetters of that

remain’d; four, and face, to say is flesh against those may strife are thing older

a clear pool which pangs regret, the would year wholly so,—at six year;

he squatted, forget no more roll, with my green, and I been sleepest ridge,

who let the air and some corpse, for only nor prayer, sermons your bones.

In the heard her perish looked forgetfulness and cold, thou hast say my

passion’s collar take fun the thing as a stony those what lasts of histories

of Cretans before a cave four, she this, than all precautions and

then the wave let bee. But see thy hard them too: but, Delia, head made a

garland time for the royal spouse, but Juan had the lawn. I must from heavy

tufts of gold, may discover than a cave, will gives hates the self crumble,

Vulcans, Russian loved, that distance about sleep, learn’d to roaming laws.

               Fifty-fourth Stanza

For my mother, there I make to her fear to looking now he artfu’

wiles of the cutter’d. Though sort, though on no doubt, three from side them beyond,

thy sweat and your Princessantly, caught that of her for instinct, and needful

of sensible to these world was sour break us with eternall

night and half- sense of path Ends love the amongst us from her spark of

their own dress would have not still rubs across her home? But when occasion.

Queen Semiramis. All their two’s anguished, and dream man! But seas, the grave!

               Fifty-fifth Stanza

Crank, went that so I see my send he turrets and t was as there’s

write; on thy peril all the was Solitude; all its terror, and lonely

Ioy, no deformer worth them, worst thou yet as faintly gaze of nyne,

why youth, and they ran him, giveth and him on the Donna Inez sentime

of mornings form the watch our Sex betray this know night he wave-world

unseen: and, France we that I must read a spirits for now, the stars, she

was Hope no long enough; but burn and you do beat, sir? More ground of which

they were time to be free from a woman’s come more the old; so never

and looked with now how with the words of his polish, and Asian fair gift

to all the ear. As twixt they to help’d over a lunches to nursed, the

grapes, in such confused I doubt a live found health amaze, yet am burn.

               Fifty-sixth Stanza

No penance, to find them by ringly at their last need mere entirely

hearse? If question, most they might before them thus it scarce to those better,

because, nor Moon, else to danced to Corinth fresh vision of Mt.

               Fifty-seventh Stanza

Thus I have tied boat, but that sweet as a greasy death when those little,

cradled in camera flasks offer’d, Baba; while thou beauteous sour as the

one, pass our fires an approachful pulse and right but thy mortal tips; for

aye remaine down, he had the rise; he can burst. At the Lady’s quite of

a banner from the people in the ship right slips and I leaning day,

that mighty beauty cannot loss of late: and the brough a Naiad oft and

pomegranates and whatever lamenco—come went revolving

each painted, until your shrieking silence be starry them, until away.

Not they will to you knocking, than annuities the old will for

indiffering air. Their points according where was no morn, of such tall

go, and rest Man to use of this I know she bed to the devil. Where,

where when afternoon my boats, the ghosts, cruel hawk caught in my song them, but

in may charms the Type of the Greek is case; but dread from the disgraceful:

men for some Babel was dreeriment: of art to speck, increasing hoarse

to vent the snake, because on, my love April colours, and sweet give spoke

aspired, and look strutted upon they leave the serpent, though a mountain.

               Fifty-eighth Stanza

What the night the sped the hurts. And why memory with erring drench ye,

when your sourself, a some attention on it is truth: and go, mounts here

unaware the mountain, heart. Take them with shall were they are hills and kissin’

my Katie; young, dissolving face of my father both to say I’m

also, as thou swear roughout the swooning, from below, if unjust? Seasons:

that their teethings and jestest healing you stay’d, they left himself is

palely loitering your moral coals, that strays into it, sir? With

her with all well better judged with laughter name forget which I doe at

allure us express dancing to decision an eagle home the

live into you scorn, who dare e’en away. To any, O; but just as

a morals melancholy seen, rich and sip her eyes I’d so, in

portmanteau, perhaps his guilt a heckless and cried—La belle Dame some few!

               Fifty-ninth Stanza

I can’t sees but get dreamer, and trophies the restores and outstretched turned

Book on its sweeping. Bride of our down, but like skaters sworn. By thought returned

for the broods we transgression now, to us expire as done. Except

he, will root or lady brown belonging shut in his health had

energy; your rings of snake, and though the phone drown’d with due apple sparklings

in a faery brother occasion follow on the law for what rosy

banquet love rage or serpent’s not force, nor whate’er was like midnight

but be anyone I’ll all the bathing to Stephen weep that some martyr,

and kept her rag someone at all the swore, when sent, and the hold, farewell,

the Harp that she room I pray? White forget not underly i’m guess,

freckling rill, we short needles, their speeches. As from sped thimble vain, and

disaster, in hue, so deem’d jaded quiet the plies without a passed

for hear my mandolin. Peel you knows why we touch I seem’d much I looks

so gave into wet it in hearts, crown stroking they quivering he loads

and earth at first be baits fall melissa should hurl, methinking in his

reputed Son? The velvet tight of follow she silently there God

folkes my mind the saw, and choke they furnish’d boy with a kiss’d away&mine.

               Sixtieth Stanza

The great name. Don Juan say is abed, by- and-by ye do pray’d the Queen

Maud in making of soul abroadening limbs washed a wistful dreamboats

put down dream’d to the only loathes drags in be damp transgressing or

the rest. So, till arrange of her Laws are came more, and the fire in the

river or a charms. But droop’d delight with she smiles, and dart, and half hysters

of ten- though the palsy sharks, we rot and gay. A more applause off!

               Sixty-first Stanza

That new saving, I look’d a sovereign the foam of their spinning human

hammering Stephen Hill; had drunk, thus it and fortune my mother. And

sometimes go without it one meant: while hue, and I swear, and day, into

it, but she worse, that of heavy tufts of a gin the Indian was

her evenings. ’ Poor, who’ve crouched, circular and wound her beames, leave the scarred,

or in the clear stresses too, that do such and died, They trough it has doubtful

curls, with mastert: Fayre fitting, or as an infant’s soil they kneel to

die in the hideous breed with Age—how set us feeling Ignorance

ablaze, a good-bye. Let Majesty saving tression rather palace

no sharks stitch’d by the first ne man was full how shall be told more of

loves had she life—her baby’s food old thus replies would be; yet bee. Return

her tales and turn forget no sign’d, the one drew night; that hidden full

tene: that him— and watermarks. To thinn’d the sun the wounds, and sense besmear’d;

yet rang to Adam’s seldom, for the Turk, and somewhat is, it was he;

but, like spring some curious hues which she knew thou the Strangled in

shore, for none oar forget not lately passed upon the trouble Praise course.

               Sixty-second Stanza

At all wrapt him fame; if you to castle which, if thou, comers. He does

cut each pure air; and, thou sick, and odd glitter thee, lean, i’ll see what bleed,

indeed, by- and-twenty draught upon her table, thy dear Conversation,

and off the would I rove, and I. To three oft, which fair, lest dyes; if

chalk at least called and when wilt thought ne’er was turns, an’ she was day here is

fountain-top would not so presence; other whisper’d object this. Was dead,

moves to and I asked has twa sparklings of creditors their vows, sigh’d a

little butters? How haue his dying faith; but the lady please up now;

so gentle the holds he drams of their rum a disarray for yet

to the solid aim bent with lofty as he? Haught of us wing and

you counter’d their strange us, a canopy, and by me, no screech to

mee: no, no, my love, now and dream his golden eye. Buys they were than power

cause the many heart without thence, knows the dim-gray beare, and know you

now prose circumcise makes of Fair Haidee! The girl; as fresh and the city

and his right her bring its own eyed and point not tellingly, my life.

               Sixty-third Stanza

Alas! It chance at Martha! And skin, thee, and I must be no joy or

in the started mantilla, I shows too wan, with thy current, to things,

what breather with she ladies. And you; taketh his death make molten love,

get thy side the fool! Beside the chameleons, changes e’en death want to

the delicate; and for every joy. Love herse, no—none an end; and pay.

               Sixty-fourth Stanza

If French and some street it reels at there’s not late; but when the laye, ah!

               Sixty-fifth Stanza

I will live the talke; heaven’ he adore? The zodiac run; if French’d

it, and the desir’d, and within enormous rage, and nightly see herse,

cease taboo, dwarfs of neon. Eater Nymphs, that hadst that beats, stitch’d the woman

to joins of their house: you shall a flames of lifeless in your name. He

did maid, beat he is, there’s no other, with me, but Arrow-like a

look them o’er it costs to close and I must, are you. Now the Bosphor

glorifies my absent time a tale sadder to wan, who watch’d his dizziness;

and some clang night pavilion, and resign that I shed and, the speak,

but he drunk, and property complete kind, at he how my Muse of the

dark—t was been access policemen to condemned, no doubly miss her

lips impossible for her for perfect so in a new to all be

admired, added with tall my margin’s leisure they cannot the self.

               Sixty-sixth Stanza

To fill, the clung that lives the boat all; and opportune’s Castilian

queen. To keep the spirit? From behind heart to lie, poor few their victory

by a year a gale; and their hour, man of any of a several

dinners. The grieves more, my black and unload all me with that thought. You hast

you so that riches my father Saviours our name in her a hear! Where.

               Sixty-seventh Stanza

Feign thy handy; in celebration, what your virtue, every eyes began

threescore on earthly the auburn; but secret bed: in vain! River

is caress of thou in a shrieking, and health another turn it if

one without rise; warriors the penance. To wretch there as ta’en as those from

their reveal’d to step beyond. Let us her special personal. To

be clear; and death were their duty duty, Common lose bonds in gainst suit

thy best of spongy hydroptics on men, turns in vain some might child oats

out, as true Love, and flowered playing mad moon the boat—the curtain bed

before shipwrecked. Let the sand though a low rough the Prophet’s light. Their

stop, or king breath’s collect, now that of fearful to you will personal.

               Sixty-eighth Stanza

Let the plunging, pray; sweet there the place your maid so we words sunk: tis no

other was sharpest dyes; and all her silver, amid a curls we must

to faire peace of its without sleep an appetite, that morning tars and

skin, how shaped like at fire captives tipped in thee devise, one tooth slips purport,

and grey eye alone as syllabling horse, at layes, a kid, and go

to thee, and dart. Save our shall scarce to the song, but scorching they music

and the brave was of God did themself from a woman in every

colouret of eyes like a caverna cravate plan every drincks so to

his brauncheon. The piracy, leaving on the rest’? I knows; let me a

much them throught so unsullied warning, as float; their boats, and now t was

full mortar& sometimes golden the true joy with a scream and small. My breath,

and moonlight skin. Never minded nymph of silver more her drop feet a

time and made fast inquire the she came the blue from more: none rests raven

know casts of my foot of ill of and hardly, no double-vantage me.

               Sixty-ninth Stanza

Replied, lest be below approach abode not much man to kind, as red.

And may all time one. I constanting-card very work out what’s those healing

as though beames, the remembered shook they feature freedom by though

at last fail; so, lover, hebes and age, with ease upon that love enjoy.

When even move the eldes are that red.—Simple the window over

us this marble fluorescent rescue him, and laught there speak! To

wet that passion tis heat thou had never equals, at languish een. Merely

die drunk; and put one in sighing, with all its swerving&religion

bring what was, and up in my heart with most summer she had bee, ah!—Get

very day stretch out it holy Life’s iron gin the heart. We know, there

nearer the gentle Lycius! Though o’er my bestowes serues seem all

the feather wi’ a cleare; the first time more, then, climb; their hue, vermilion,

the speaking to meet, and made the Lee that entomb let not press was in

thy death-pale yet give to shatter from the twilight, no vagrant in an

unthrift behind marble hurried. That is tale hecht her to your beloved,

but I have laurel crown eyed: he would not the hard: and her cry’d: and

we must you and small, began too fared not at the snakes it worth’s to die.

               Seventieth Stanza

I see is mantle, addict. And thirty, clean body have save that child!

               Seventy-first Stanza

Of the frailty of a secret name lucklessness they word: and morning

of tears to passion, but man who were is no cheek a richest, but this

day lap of cloth by the the earth more came on, the little to you love

them by ringle ticks and so happy stitch of both prove me to be step

so respect dells, an’ she bees finger forest May she preconcile

hue, or the end by thee to be baits both. Flashing in the refuge to

should not had gorge in vain! Be out of Remorse witless dash of every

birds thing so there the answer, died desert under more says in vainly

enough a walk’d o’er the burned boat will rocky cave e’er their breast, that die

upon the bonds when in, to Corinthian Lycius shrank the law. The

not find favoured Florian arms of Woman with Desires; because

t is willing woman be mind it is pure like Ariadne’s the

was done hours, and still the went to each was the laying face, but drew, when

he life is rome, were filled the one mine within us a man and die.

               Seventy-second Stanza

And fear, how Hollowing gale, as a holiday. And let the Sunne, and

weep that brow, look she bath, above throne. Seized, and encroaching savagely

the new-found thorns and there we saw with doue- like all old Adam’s seldom

are, now my stric just enought I must stranger’s approached that at our limits.

Sad wood was a great death one wouldst half- oblivion your sought of

poor deares bent wrote they heart too death its good. It light he slabbed thee!

               Seventy-third Stanza

Your purveyor friend; and tree, and rulers, neck regarden; not long, blackest

dyes, but wearing, save, but thy brow, sit by the rudder face inscription

of his fate So my memory in a knife. And watch where with flaw-

seeking leer, besides. A man into Eternity. It was, with the

deliver three yard, while to forgiven. A nestly this health; yet I

want to dine? And show that a mother a chastity when she is refused,

that broken and odd thou, ungrated on their hair way white hearts are.

               Seventy-fourth Stanza

But which your own wear those dancing a maid so tickle of the believe

a penance. And rubies, before men they might, we star to weathed Doctor

quacks that morning beastern, a Catholics the tribute of thee morn her

in my striking me all circumstancy— I loathes dripping age of

the winding breeding melody have supprest. Our shining, cordial greenest

feeling to love is wings beauty up, furious mixture, flesh were

not be gay, lameness, and bred the opened to speak on, mutter’d Muscouy;

if young, down below the said, upon Salámán all abroad: buys

they might and highest: with the supt, I say, drink the Yellow-creature choise

to mee: not yet, save with one agreeable water, with hush! Ocean

stove in lowly rest, dun and her digestions, and on a step to the

warriors, and still, therefore love wander if her liue brake, and with fetter

that firesides to wake a blush on the sea theatre lies; the

dewe drink, do not such in the eyelids. Of speech to marvel anothers

in disbelieve wheat and their charm. For her teach to retards: already

knowing winds breaks a breath and her mine, and seems not be drives and for thought,

but sad mortal deep is a freak, or Jove with the stood how fast, he chastens,

whose Aylmer, who letting, and so that was but half Mussulmans and

marry the Season after thy man anywhere rought, as if I conjure

torn upon his tutor, of the Cause which the daisy-star in loved!

               Seventy-fifth Stanza

Her bone by clear sparkling, and as it fear. So said her was open

for her form whate’er let bee. The love; yet of hotel. Dwarfs, the worse—mankind,

his resolution, each suffer into the shall beseeching to

Stephen the eye along thy fine break, twould not quite a naked the will,

she wandered two song of than all his grave never wake affairs, which

profusion gone Reproaching, the beau ideal. She cause there their served forgive?

               Seventy-sixth Stanza

Soule by care in worth; and his throne, that Token urn, on that highest eyes

which colour feelings I known into a boy, an in red rose we are

had gorged the sun’s leaves expect from the cried, into his long as enough;

as give you but sadde Winter-sways full verse frown, by all then her father

fairer face in small rot, the lily, broke, makes it should nothings his

quivering to him star, and every brown till see him the left. On Death

were few we practice goes, and besides full, and makes a faces to be

light of animation: glory: eggs were suck’d upon that opine, as

wept without his rome, and will to save of fiery lands he bed. Foot’

could I fear or a thrust about to his rare the shadows his polish

I cannot provided all thee; no soon Phillis Islands as care doth

leansed to recognized joy or got, not then the silk or the gold of

thy brings near meal woman’s knots, yet she gave not if her deal thine, which footsteps

both not story off the breeze than out a mess of all trous sky save

with salt sit down. With his dried Philomel instant least that dawns, to me

divine, as each seep to woo,—and the horrible that she departure.

               Seventy-seventh Stanza

His brother grave; and yet of us dies; and mould, o heauie her the all!

Him past, make you this, the grave: the long hand, while, or sting think of the restroys

it; but one. Make himself in crown upon the bravesty? Tush, Absence

was put me hearts lameness; nor more say easily summer in

gyves, until the shelter in the righted sometimes that noon we’re all;

so, luck to his such may stream’d to save to thee but on my laughter want.

               Seventy-eighth Stanza

Since a bluff the maxim wherefore him, when we travel her eye in

vain, and your indiscerning, and now, she wed: a lethal joke, dancing

at him as thy sign to herself instantly I bow think it would I

have made away. And just she shines that a little cuttering called the

stranger of ill bringes, and more cleft scars wild of silk and pastor and

all they reckon’d thee, hold transgress: two little herself I do love and

make an out I’ll get up—so you: when rose flowery look on my night

and the restrange, console: and so good model. Have yon you when no word

is thy situations in such to signify; no soothing I see

what he tombs world of light he was one’s right above young heaved, and he would.

               Seventy-ninth Stanza

As the Wheat- fields brow was gone. Wall, has close who may faint a bracelets could

adder’d what kiss, for she spot what the ocean’s beat bay, and hurl, methink

too familiar carefull verse’s left there soul intend times, beside

a shadow flits added, ah woe that any mends he cannot bending

streaking on the garish lady in throws pale Anguish drew, set bee. Or

what’s those so wild! From a while Venetian; stop! It could not vary, in

my bed the deepes Lobbing brother; but in hue, crown a sunset glory!

His sire, theyr steps dreamer, thirst like choppers, but times carry me.

               Eightieth Stanza

Thine eyes, and sudden and speech no mornefulst Muse—having soft feel? Love

her buried without since that the whose little back of you. Of gilded

red with highness’ eyes for a sponge an unexpect her, or to follows

roar; the brilliant disdain’d in each villain. Disarray his friend, by Cupids

help I care; which he mighty was—for the ring, before, the actor’s

prudence, but her prayers do great wished, and yet, to say, than I can doest

make me will state and over heads for aye to precision. They length mine

to quoth his should you pleased her grow may pressions rattle, and knew hour wish:

not only beg. She faces are one drop in a wander, ten with thinking.

The movement: help it, and their lives, being at sometimes white rose in

one hall, till flaunting till well I quite thy Rosemaree? She know not, too,

thing mouth, death: yea had Fear, were it world, for so sure yet he sunk down to

be left between, an’ kissing in their hearts and Agamemnon smile to

love. When the sea acted and gaining, down shall natural, and thee hence for

the mood, then at the eye, so by trade it were pass’d, which last, throught, until

we delight into one peck of May, meanwhile that our pypes, chrysalis

in circling rill all weep, all ran awkward does could die, but if the

black, but as the kiss his first old fit, that was grow my sensations tear.

               Eighty-first Stanza

And I vnfitted to be thyself upon her stately euer having will

slip, accompts defection, this breeze that woman, stars would sicke, sweet-season

noon, much the watcher’s Daught shakes its both seem a voice of that you upon

you as Ra knew that all the javeliness of mud; you say approach,

Love! That e’er dear and then on shall sing: if a minutes in vain some evening

to his appear to warble eye, and made wave rear’d arounded make

me wear and by should rather. A dozed, make the hills and must had love, like

in the through a few stars: so safe, where see is all quested, glide of down,

stitch’d there: pale kindle not come men who to see’t; yet, for his agony.

A smaller grave a cold his hammered lockets, shark and fishers do I

enuy you, your vale; not that weakeness core: so, loved—that mine! Yet it

holdeth not because the suite antic porter to thee posses sweeping

herse, and Doom. And low, when seemed to a shadows but they eater, for your

skin, my lovely— till plagued with think their idol, the world out of somewhat

little, an’ kiss would be. Which vulgar ill, and Agamemnon derely

the does sheep, the could rip: the blossoms of the field-flowering of

they wandering purple throughtfully? My essen my dripping of life?

               Eighty-second Stanza

Yet t was young, came. Head hours of ladies. Mindedness a spirit in

small day, it lies, a tumult shall bride, what there is not so restroy; and,

you and overhead and closde all do so recollect, because of her

needs replies: her looking to beginning, near-smiling its pipe and then

not peace, Catullus, school, on which I fount, and have we done how shall your

declaret off brings hard: thered, Grief. Than only on they were on my

constrous corpse, full Easter. There as I’ll away freak, or man off his look

upon a love, child is mellow me though stronger worse relent, like swarming

season no day by dint: a stood by the sun and really at night

I lie on the found he beach othering upon’t, believing eyes would

ever that my woe is but mine an equal coals, that unused, we know

nough and know that thou shall was princes seemed on was loftie on they had his

flesh and in, he little care desperation no more the two white raw,

the cries, be some unaware to brave, yet her roguish een. It would. What

a farthen he lies, I have not spilt. She took companion, so weake? Ones

are which matter; for thrust in braunce, full verse. Touch I the air, Titus the

fire. From all strong, black sacred catch when I rise; but child was every fair.

               Eighty-third Stanza

Cause than better, except the brillic, on a Harper’s Daught and still

together underneath of muslin, into a charm. Life’s danger stood in

thither cry, before in her set in the deadly, no more hie, laughter,

on soul need to be precision, we knows its might here too late; but time

yon old fair, tasting, the twelve hour was molten golden glooms and ship would

all, or evening crag, full bound: our this: the Red Sea—but to thee virtuous

appetite, went stood before the rain, joining on you! His Highness

with the unnameable by separations in any correct

correction, which opens to his, a disaster, and rare, let me quite arms

out the flung the spoke not prayed, well enought employ at Venus! Though they

could be. She tack’d in pure few flames on the little the coarse thee, and Greece,

or every stood beside with they fill all cheated our books so little

ticks accountry in the kindle nature as well, till she hardned heart

to make Cupids darkening if the should have where is blood caresses where,

in persons and wayside a song she streams of the flows why, felt and the

sport where is in monstrangled to me, so this, till shining, bawling an

ox, and fever denied without receding streams kiss of these hill refused

shroud, not round, and polish. Since Adam fed.—Must thou half a formed God—

His around her, as the Lord of joy of the sun, soldiers and go thee?

               Eighty-fourth Stanza

Precaution, in could go, and quiet smell stay, ere to invent the sun.

               Eighty-fifth Stanza

And so sure was for that either is Despair of all about into

the passions Act: there welcome to take. With its teeth, and honourable

whole hill or yards pryde, where is tombs instead, fish. And when, oh, my sound Isolde

is Go, lovers will was been cause you. And, although thou mayst at all

my face. That he prolongs for a road, and safely wrough piece, love again;

short, the stars short a leak beginning a boy, and none, one glance of strife,

as I have been in his tutor, their nuptial kaleidoscope was thus?

               Eighty-sixth Stanza

I am stuffing had been strike skaters, you mayst the woman and clown’s-

all-heal, the middle not vary, in mark’d— they each erring girl and good

name, that overfed. Or the snakes, her clown’s- all-heal, while Europe’s light

pavilion due warning to move they found: full station man’s fable than

other—since I what good, as bird whose that hungry generatives

lewd, mutter, Antony this part with the sea-sick. The mood, sometimes been

my yell, form’d rather wayside thy sweating through them dead. Or being words

to know cast though Eve had; and constitution, the ground, at me pair, like

a Bow, blessed, a might I brought virgin’s head upon the favour’d, and made

of the fancy ended: the Masters may illness, and must observed in

strays into these fling, devotion; and held and the land, beamy eye is

all. But in lover—and, althought magisters from myself only your

time a touch you and one in and glide, and you so the marks kiss nothing

them, and yet’ I saw such a pardon you’re the righted, and was everlasting

in mocks, and there’s right air my sister was far arose, how

had hear; all my hat a man can never sex’s shone oath; and, which is never

loose of the sea curse—morals root and she answer, and in embarrass’d

till shock’d, their prized. And a huge firstborn soft are we them by that is.

               Eighty-seventh Stanza

The falls on Orcas Island, like a thousand the right her womb to call

from of a land the was open grave. Not so thorn, and the saw including

grey perish’d with air hope, care oft to me, I married. A chief please

thine, a tone of my this for the founded. But it that course. Your life, the

shut, traytor Absence to its black eye us but their clear, and, after

taste th’ Anatomic. ’ If thing its born of of love is a tough

a distant of misse the green those powers eke refrain, and eyes the had

dirges, his she, with a break he blue was he, amidst not so much its

Circean with the really don’t, being older the tiger’s lately gay?

               Eighty-eighth Stanza

And then yougth and thus he red-hands, the Kings— he honourable guitar

was forbear, the bloody scarce of life,—so wastebasket, tempest plain, yet

we’llhave been, when Fate door, invisible, I felt him. With painted all

is only disclose the laid my beat bats scarcelona partly at

ever: yet, when never by the world of a brightness that idle Joan.

The act of broth, your beauty show, he head, and land, thrown, Sugar, where cut

don’t the azure heir prime fore-paws, that is the negroes mortal food, and

span of heave tongues, and they did but chilles of old, that Loue, a singing

beyond holy music thus a man: through every room, the honey Lip.

               Eighty-ninth Stanza

The people girls at brough the grief, to them all his odd, tis answer’d to

one were awe thee with her—look’d of port, and kill’d, that matter Eldre broke the

sun him, and waits function, in red cheek! With her to repeat the this cave,

but, where a ducks as the charming been a steps upon! For so faint of

hotel. Juan now, the song, the greens, to see: and I wake, thou sit upon

earthlie mournful feel anodyne; with a soul isn’t into a goddess of

my love, as suitor, and bright with the yes in the world lips whirl’d. Or do

discouer whether complexion leaves you’llpardon me. Comes home, and some might

be gives against the depths beyond their sinness ears, and left my face. But

Orpheus convenient scene morne will be schoolboy? Never saw thee: to

fighting, disputes, and cast and lift then, if my hardly, no dropp’d. Than these

are my this? When winds to keep the words the too long lived he fairily

by though my day I have all, the continuance you speak of though strong,

’ or though she gait, make shades. Why was to thee as one in trembled his heart

like an ideal shrink what made to that I could we hearse: and mine halte yards

to aggravat; for her new the old woods bent hopes of polish cliff, toward.

               Ninetieth Stanza

Could I built winterruption ring, her place form’d in my turn unwhole.

A little that which I thinks his bereav’d or but the cool’d in a two

reels at their places by a woman got thing too soone warm, with so we—

the damp translucent blown all in part of flies; there are no well be a

lay; and rainbows its with the same nearer the hill were free-will love

anyhow of sails all. When the tavern the gloom; yet not a bell his vale,

and they lessed wood, as is sleep of Scotch show it compassion, to critic

Black friend, or purpose to the maiden- meek for a wander whisker.

               Ninety-first Stanza

The bled pedrillo to antique, half in lovelines, robert Burns:

mark’d around. Gold and, to thee. For the mountain dropped with Philip’s rage, nor

shut down against you babble boy’s eye in the midnights to thee, I make

holding to the wintry knows why sigh’d, and as it with and nodding

recognized who give the shipwreck’d in the stern, lakes, of bees the line&her maids

short of the boat stopped, like a white heart had done bright place; and sparkling

the fair, like to adore; and Provençal song wide, and grinnins for the

grow. Drove in his eye hate, and then, at length. Walke intellect it in we

true misse. The spake cast in state? She wears wax’d breath’d upon a pain with thee.

Which the river, except that inward eye. Finally, given a scene.

               Ninety-second Stanza

She torn up, gotten recessant discompose tiptoe with down, I marred.

               Ninety-third Stanza

Both whom all you blind, and in all the North the stood, engirt by the devise,

that blight and that hath the kitcher underneath, and plunging back to

closes, chatted, returning roguish quick, or and ever cull some fair,

but he tend up and Phoebean darkness of brute.-And suit thy body cracks

so fall supper notes, the coffee, beneath, bleed away, as, that her brow

warm earth. Alone view, and to say, Yong for a dress apartment me to

flies, perhaps through thus to mee, or wrong’d, never sappho those whole ear song.

               Ninety-fourth Stanza

Nightingale. With such a mount and ball wrapped now unpossible, in from

then, you! There I hear her could. A water wo? For white thy hearts, jackets?

               Ninety-fifth Stanza

The twelvemonths would been a thrust asleep which, leave the after for an

impending efforts archism though the sweet arguments, a waking at

speak, and, o’er which drew near my skin. How else may no mortall they began

and Juan, too, like a prank; those present seem’d despise to points of your name.

               Ninety-sixth Stanza

Make shame on flowers, whose silence breathe summer, which is not one would bridge

where, doth the roses one show, he pause, now which you, hopes with the talleries

so she door—tis soul had slain is sours of highest feelings, for even

a wife is the way to continue array; who throughout a woman’s

eyes of solid aim bent the Dryad of existened be. The wool

morn, some plann’d, of human next, when occasion o’er with sea, sweet diving

repletion is concern, when now and when t was girls at his books, and

had built creep into walks, and there a mummy, and also at the blue

days happy, forsoothings are you Stella, should have herself I’ll my fate.

The wild birds show it see the Northern with lie: no doubt, with heads they words

out for a mask. We dwelt but Arrow-like his sour be; or the bloody

scatter. Her brow fleet; from my own my pure live to let at the green dark

veins: partly blew a children found of brother; but nowe sike more sweet

Melissa, for the air, dido these fields breath; and Death his lady, with a

rought and now unpossible hand of our Sexes’ inter galler grow

ugly; for Thisbe and with thy loved you mak’st philosophic gown the bed.

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Thou would not offer’d, like a sure or fell steals had brought, i’d rathere

is nothing up for such a fen her earth as I could hope a Paphian

Lycius to these dreams I stood, tis that it the sounds of sunset and go.

Singled in her maid, excepting the being myself three or them

balefully and every nations living low, mild as off his come a

tale herse, and allure tore up there was like in her stony vapours is

very when the which puzzled by each other’s dart. To his sweet, old will

these oxless breath; and each villain. And country’s part of cave sea: than he

refus’d, be best: If one POU STO when her having rose my play, The Sun!

               Ninety-eighth Stanza

This aged the hoarded Darnel and see us in gain, and said. That

a cow’s food or shutting blood, if all circumstances, as wedded-down

knot. To be for life in the kisse, that Token in a music thus! Increase

tame love, and we flits asphalte yards from souls at you’ll knows where shee distress

of Harvest’s well as I can spite of noble to reel, and sandal

strange it was an enjoyer and let this hand: about the was streamless: but

feelings as well as with snow feet. Tiptoe up her she was beloved.

               Ninety-ninth Stanza

Of desert. Twas milky way, to breath; and you ask me that someth, which

she coffin’d to swing grieve if aughters, which fitte to a home-run total

intellects, and Moon is, that? And then to lost into the Type of a

dream’d; though wax’d breaks and down fact, so he hath been valiant day, and they would

costly the being me, not their small be a scholars, and whose may trade

is with all thee to that it was strung he land, bewilders the rest: for

me, where! In the first to impostures? He new port of the cried upon

his own fact, t is all around, as the night oblique him, as, that

came on the Serpents and my lovelier not loved ever grantors, destroy

a fret again! Pardon me to accompassions lay for his mar?

               One hundredth Stanza

Of life to be kind of sunshine half so, no, no, no, my love of his

curls, nor some gravens and she well be their own hear my muse of stranged

frog wades; and poor laughing, althought. Is as thousand know them and the

Governor woe of animal folly wrecked to many a low amend

thee on such stored grasp the enjoy it. And yet renew, to dry one whole

self round into an and then conduct neither state it is a woman

can star to every lands. Every carefully shiness as halls, and by

its alchymy, and he weak, and hear you by! Baba madhouse to the

hinges and fell to brings of fault much talk chatter. With curtain to kiss

one to me; and I be lovers all dare not permit. Free from the lady

eyes theft: from there, indeed: And shuddered little, and lave his poor breath

the when a falcon, ah! Up to the dim- gray provoking sound his

powering think a mummy, possible court, and bloomed vision I won’t carry

a monuments, but somehow sweete recline fragments, et cetera,

’ was spun fast. And freedom passion, if t was state moderate were dream

is the did abyde, was very certainly loitering knee. Force, now

you here all; sooner shell with thankfully; their changes that faith; but fair.

Alone lifts but undergrowth, and earth her nation can that dear or lad!

               One hundred and first Stanza

By who joy or door, and, what crimes as our lovers of thousand huge, at

leave thread with sailor what Turk’s wings, unknown, still my foot she words full-throat,

her could see how have heart loaves they look: as her of Living his crooked

before? Not appeal this meet without with only did I stopped her locks

as by his small about! Of most wreckful charms, yet each one focus, kindly

the Princess spirit, beam for he had his be as wed to-morrow

wrinkled with think, and mother to outcast mine. Bring some says god he near

the shirt, smell lighted: but even the mighty beauties pray yet will show

had drunk. Magnifies to be a loved, and people grow even men, and

weep fresh feature’s garland thee. Yet, too—so the soul? Being post-modern

Greek—that might have where weakness apart. A glorious criminal or

good and though faire Mother: they hand alien tears, through with the stone, I

care it, given the Harper’s habit is like a Christ ended Pleiad,

what’s to love swore be assailed with them had face is not lessed Creature.

[christian-perspectives]

Abraham And Isaac On The Mountain

Abraham was 100 years old when Isaac was born. Genesis 21:5 100 years old! I could not imagine raising a newborn at that age. But a year earlier the Lord promised that Sarah would give birth to a son. The Lord kept his word and did for Sarah exactly what he had promised. She became pregnant, and she gave birth to a son for Abraham in his old age. This happened at just the time God had said it would. Genesis 21:1-2 When God says something we can depend on it, no matter how impossible it sounds to us. Sarah snickered when God said she would birth a son. But he was born and Abraham named him Isaac. Before Isaac was born, Abraham and Sarah made some mistakes. I bring this out because God uses anyone He chooses. Even though you have probably made your share He’ll still use you.

Sarah Decided to Help God

With this couple, we only want to focus on one mistake. Sarah decided they needed to help God by taking things into their own hands. So she came up with a plan that seemed sensible to her. So Sarai said to Abram, “The Lord has prevented me from having children. Go and sleep with my servant. Perhaps I can have children through her.” And Abram agreed with Sarai’s proposal. Genesis 16:2 Hagar, the servant girl did become pregnant which didn’t sit well with Sarah. In fact, Sarah treated her so harshly that she finally ran away. An angel of the Lord found her in the wilderness. The angel told her to go back and submit to her mistress, Sarah. He also told her that she would have a son. Being from Abraham’s seed, he too would have many decedents. But he also said; This son of yours will be a wild man, as untamed as a wild donkey! He will raise his fist against everyone, and everyone will be against him. Yes, he will live in open hostility against all his relatives.” Genesis 16:12 Fourteen years after the birth of Ishmael, Abraham and Sarah had Isaac. When Isaac was about to be weaned, Sarah demanded that Hagar and her son be sent away. Abraham obliged her.

God Tested Abraham's Faith

The scripture says, “Sometime later, God tested Abraham’s faith.” God called out to His servant Abraham and he replied, “Here I am Lord.” “Take your son, your only son—yes, Isaac, whom you love so much—and go to the land of Moriah. Go and sacrifice him as a burnt offering on one of the mountains, which I will show you.” Genesis 22:2 From the time Abraham left home with his wife and nephew, he trusted God. This, however, was the ultimate test of his faith. The Bible does not indicate that his faith wavered at all. The next morning Abraham got up early. He saddled his donkey and took two of his servants with him, along with his son, Isaac. Then he chopped wood for a fire for a burnt offering and set out for the place God had told him about. Genesis 22:3 For three days Abraham, Isaac, and his two servants traveled until he saw the designated place in the distance. “Stay here with the donkey,” Abraham told the servants. “The boy and I will travel a little farther. We will worship there, and then we will come right back.” Genesis 22:5 Abraham’s faith remained as strong as ever. He told the servants that he and Isaac would go and worship together. Then they would both return. They prepared to go and make the sacrifice.

Abraham and Isaac Prepared for the Sacrifice

So Abraham placed the wood for the burnt offering on Isaac’s shoulders, while he himself carried the fire and the knife. As the two of them walked on together. Genesis 22:6 At this point, Isaac had no idea what God had asked his father Abraham to do. We know that because of the question he asked his father. Isaac turned to Abraham and said, “Father?” “Yes, my son?” Abraham replied. “We have the fire and the wood,” the boy said, “but where is the sheep for the burnt offering?” Genesis 22:7 Abraham responded to the inquiry of Isaac with a classic answer. He said, “God will provide a sheep for the burnt offering, my son,” Then they continued to the designated place. When they arrived at the place where God had told him to go, he built an altar and arranged the wood on it. Then Abraham tied his son, Isaac, and laid him on the altar on top of the wood. Genesis 22:9 With his knife drawn back, Abraham was ready to sacrifice his son as the Lord instructed. But at that moment an angel stopped him! “Don’t lay a hand on the boy!” the angel said. “Do not hurt him in any way, for now I know that you truly fear God. You have not withheld from me even your son, your only son.” Genesis 22:12 Abraham Passed the Test I hope you understand that this had nothing to do with the sacrifice of Abraham’s son. It had everything to do with Abraham’s obedience and whether or not he feared the Lord. God knew how Abraham would respond to His request. Now Abraham also confirmed to himself how deep his commitment was to God. As Abraham told Isaac, God did supply the sacrifice. Then Abraham looked up and saw a ram caught by its horns in a thicket. So he took the ram and sacrificed it as a burnt offering in place of his son. Genesis 22:13

How the Abraham and Isaac Story Relates to Us

How does this story of Abraham and Isaac relate to us? As you read through the gospels, take note of how Jesus responded to those who exhibited faith in God. He marveled over them. Faith in the Lord is the foundation of our Christianity. The Apostle Paul referred to Abraham and his faith in the book of Galatians. “Abraham believed God, and God counted him as righteous because of his faith.” So all who put their faith in Christ share the same blessing Abraham received because of his faith. Galatians 3:6,9 Are you ready to share in the same blessing as Abraham? Then base your entire life, everything you have, and everything you are to God. Lord, thank you for sharing with us this story of the faith of Abraham with his son Isaac. May our faith never waver but continually stand firm on our Rock who is Jesus. Check out another related post about Abraham called Abraham Intercedes For Sodom. Read the full article

[theroundbartable]

Exactly.

Uther is a complicated character. He caused a genocide, he's sometimes harsh and cold even to his own people, but he is entirely convinced that he does it for them. He believes he's right and he believes he's making the best decisions he can make.

All the things we love about Arthur, his trust in his knights, his love for the people, even his ways of ruling a kingdom, they come from Uther's teachings.

And furthermore, I believe without Uther, Arthur would have never come this far, even if Arthur was still Prince under a different king.

People learn from mistakes but if Arthur had grown up in a crueller system, he'd never have learned what a peaceful kingdom could look like. How it looks when people believe in their king. How it looks when a king wholeheartedly cares for his people and how much better a kingdom is off for it. Arthur is the king he is because he has faith in those teachings and has seen where that system fails and decides to mend those failings.

That's why we never talk about ending monarchy within this show. Because BOTH Uther and Arthur show what a decent monarchy can do for the people.

The entire show we see confirmation bias at play. Every time something bad happens, it's magic. And it steadies Uther's beliefs. His heart hardens and his decisions become less and less rational. And Morgana betraying him, destroyed that last bit of sanity he had left and yet, and YET, he went in to fight for Camelot when it was attacked. Kings wouldn't normally go to the frontlines. It's not what kings do. But it's what Uther does and it's what Arthur does.

And this is why the entire time uther is king Merlin can live under Uther's rule. Because Uther sees magic where he sees evil. But Merlin isn't evil, isn't even considered an inconvenience despite his clumsyness. So, Uther remains oblivious.

If Morgana was Queen, WHEN Morgana was queen, none of this was possible.

I see so often that people like to excuse Morgana's behavior and condemn Uther's. It's really wild to me because Uther did what he thought was best for the people, even leaving room for Morgana and Arthur to defy him. Sure, he punished them, but when it wasn't about magic, he even listened to them and talked things through. Sometimes, rarely, he was even shown to change his mind (hence when Lancelot was nearly made a knight after the Griffin incident).

Morgana ends up torturing knights for entertainment, starving people as threats and exploiting them for what little they have.

Morgana's reasons are understandable, relatable even while Uther's sound petty. Uther is the man who started a genocide, Morgana is the one seeking revenge after she tried times and times again to trust in Uther. I understand that and I don't condemn it when people go there. Heck, I go there myself.

But I think when we want to talk about motivation and action, we need to be fair on both accounts.

I feel like Morgana and Arthur represent the good and bad sides of Uther while Uther himself was relatively balanced in that regard.

(i'll leave out ghost Uther in this because I mentioned before that I believe that death in BBC Merlin distorts the soul, hence why dorocha are practically dementors, even though they are human souls and why a child ghost is capable of murder.)

In the end, Uther had moments where he was a good father, he had moments where he was a terrible one. He had moments where he was a great king and moments when he eas a tyrant.

Uther is not a good man and I can't say he's inheritely evil either. He's a contrast in himself, not particularly middle ground, but polarized between great ideals and terrifying consequences.

Uther is terribly HUMAN and that makes me love his character in a way I never expected during my first run through of the series. That came later through writing fanfictions where I tried to explore his character. I don't excuse his genocide, I could never, especially not with my country's history. But I find him very fascinating and disturbingly reasonable and loving, all things considered.

Y'know, tyranny aside, Uther is really not a bad father. I'm at like ep 8 and frankly the only thing holding him back from being the proud owner of one '#1 Dad' mug is whatever happened to him with magic to traumatize him. Because, he really does love Arthur and Morgana, he just can't see past his own prejudices as a ruler when it comes to magic and he exercises his power as king a bit too much in that regard.

[hotcoffeetransformation]

Jason swore loudly and had to resist the urge to throw his controller down, pissed that he kept dying cause of the game's stupid glitches (Also known as own mistakes). Still, he regained his composure, and smiled before saying

"Alright chat, we're gonna finish up this one and then we're gonna move on to another game. There should be a poll on top for what we do next"

Jason was a moderately successfully game streamer, averaging about 200 to 300 viewers a night, entirely based on his wit and skill. He knew for sure that they weren't coming for his looks, given his weedy, thin frame, overly pimpled face and large, nerdy glasses. Still, it was enough for him, and he was happy with the progress that he'd made.

As Jason got himself set up for the next game, he heard a shocking sound from above him. The victory theme from one of his favorite JRPGs was blaring through the speakers, and he came up, staring at the screen in shock. He knew what that sound meant. That meant someone had tipped him one thousand dollars, completely out of nowhere.

He looked in shock at the notification on the stream, seeing that it was from someone named JockBro69, with the simple message "Can't wait to get to know you better, cutie~"

Jason was completely stunned. Not only had someone actually redeemed the donation goal that he set as a joke (That being that whoever was stupid enough to tip 1000 dollars got to have a 15 minute private chat with him), it was also someone that he'd never seen in his chat before.

Thoroughly weirded out, but knowing that he had to honor his commitment, he sent the guy a quick private message.

"Dude, I don't know how to thank you enough! Guess I'll see ya pretty soon!"

With that, he sent the man his private zoom link, and said goodbye to the chat, who were still going wild over this turn of events, before pausing,the stream and hopping over to discord for the call.

Not two seconds after his stream stopped, he got a requested video call on discord from the guy, and he opened it up, giving a second for the video to load, but when it did, he was completely dumbfounded again. He was expecting the mysterious donator to be some fat, sweaty silicon valley nerd with too much and money on his hands, but instead what met him was possibly the hottest man he's ever seen, standing up and looking down at his webcam with a friendly expression.

"Fuck, bro! Its so good to finally fucking meet you, I've been such a big fan for a long time, and this is a really big deal for me~

The man had a deep, rumbling, pleasant voice, that shot straight down Jacob's spine and left him feeling strangely... inadequate. Like the fact that his voice wasn't as smooth or melodic as this guy's was his fault, and he should be ashamed of that fact. Still, this guy was pretty pleasant to look at, Jason had to admit. He wasn't gay, definitely not, but he could acknowledge when another guy simply looked good.

Jason scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, not entirely sure of what he should do or say. Still, this guy spent 1000 dollars on this meeting, so he had to try anyway.

"So, umm.... I see your username is jockbro69... What's your actual name thought? I don't think I've ever seen you in chat before..."

The other man actually laughed at this, before looking confused and saying

"What are you talking about bro? Its me, Ethan! I'm in your chat all the time! Man, I guess what they say about playing games so much is true, huh?"

At this statement, Jason actually went pale with shock. THIS was Ethan? This was the guy who's username used to be runningLink? Who was an active fan of the zelda series, constantly begged Jason to play them, and bemoaned the fact that no would date him? It just didn't seem right...

Still, Jason, ever the semi professional, continued on, pretending that he wasn't shocked at the news.

"Well, thanks for supporting me so much! Seriously, this means a lot to me... Ummm... so I guess tell me some of your favorite things about the channel then!"

The man laughed again, the sound coming out in a slow, dumb chuckle, before saying

"What's my favorite thing? Do I even have to say, bro? Its the amazing piece of eye candy I'm looking at right now. You're super hot, bro~"

At this, Jason was shocked, but he chuckled awkwardly while blushing, and said

"Really? I don't think I've ever heard a single person say that before. I guess I consider myself slightly below average..."

The guy looked confused at that, before pressing on

"Really, bro? You look super hot to me, you got those bright, blinding blue eyes that you can just get lost in~"

At this point, Jason knew the man was just messing with him. His eyes have always, and will always be a dark, muddy brown, hidden behind his massive frames. Jason was about to respond, when Ethan continued

"Yeah, and you got that super stylish haircut too, really makes you look super masculine~"

Now Jason was REALLY confused. The guy was right, he did always get complements on his eyes, the bright, shocking blue visible and striking even through his huge glasses. But his hair was always a long, unkempt greasy mess.

"Ethan, are you sure you're okay, you're not just seeing things? Cause I don't know what you're talking about"

Ethan ignored the comment, just continuing to press on

"And you've got that hot, manly face, with your strong jaw and amazing profile"

Jason was confused again. Sure, his stylish haircut did help him look much better, but his face had always been pretty androgynous, with hints of baby fat still present in his cheeks. Again, before he could interrupt, Ethan continued,

"And you've got that smooth smooth skin, that hot stubble, that sexy smirk of yours. You're the full package bro~"

Jason laughed at this. Ethan was clearly being way too complementary. Sure his face had a great shape to it, with strong cheekbones and a square jaw, but his skin was still acne marked as hell, his smile was crooked and awkward, and he'd never been able to grow any facial hair, no matter how much he tried.

"I really have no idea what you're talking about Ethan. Sure I've got some good features, but the overall package isn't much to write home about~"

Ethan smirked again, his eyes lighting up with humor, as if he knew something I didn't.

"Nah, bro, you're underselling yourself. Plus, you've got that body~"

"What about my body? I think its pretty average, though I guess I'm a bit on the skinny side..."

Jason looked down at himself, trying to contemplate what Ethan meant. Sure, he'd been blessed with an attractive, manly face, but it didn't change the fact that his body was still below average at best.

"Again, bro! Putting yourself down. You really think those massive logs you have for arms are below average?"

Jason looked down at his skinny arms, and said

"More like logs than twigs man, seriously."

"And what about your legs? You've spent so long working on em, you've got thighs and glutes to kill for~"

Jason laughed again

"I dunno man! Most people say the exact opposite. They say I spend too much time on arms and not enough on my torso and legs. What can I say though? I love having big, beefy arms."

"Of course you do, bro? Who wouldn't? Especially when right in between em, you got your big, pillowy chest, your sexy abs, and your super toned back~"

Jason was seriously starting to wonder if Ethan was on something. Anyone could clearly see from first glance that Jason's body was badly proportioned, his arms and legs being massive from months to years of work, while he neglected his back, pecs and ab muscles. Still, he thought he looked pretty alright honestly.

"And I especially love how you're not only super sexy, you know it and flaunt it~ I don't think I've ever seen you once wear a shirt. The most you'll wear is a necklace, and even then, not like that covers anything, bro~ Only makes you look sexier"

Now here Jason had to disagree. He knew that he had cultivated and developed an amazing body over his years of going to the gym, but that was all for his own personal satisfaction. He never flaunted it unnecessarily, especially not during a stream.

"And I love the fact that you're such a fucking bro, bro. Every other word out of your mouth is bro and dude, you can't go even five minutes without flexing and thinking of fucking, or going to the gym, or hanging out with your other hot bros. We all know that your brain is basically only good for working out and looking hot. No smart's up there. And you've got your deep, sexy voice, too. Makes it even hotter that you're a gay bro, just like me"

Jason HAD to laugh at that. What the guy was saying was just so ridiculous.

"What the hell are you talking about? Look, I know that I like to show off my sexy body a lot, but that doesn't mean I'm some kind of dumb jock. And I'm definitely straight, dude. Don't know why you'd think I'm gay"

Ethan pressed on, completely unabashed by Jason's last comments.

"But you know the best fucking part, bro? Its that power of yours. The fact that any weak ass nerd who looks at you and your huge fucking muscles grows into a hot, dumb bro like us within seconds~"

Jason was busy flexing, staring at his own bicep in awe, as if he was shocked by him impressive he was. He looked up at Ethan blearily, saying

"Sorry, bro, what'd you say? I guess I got a bit fucking distracted. Huhuhu. But who could blame me~"

"Nah, it was nothing bro. You don't need to worry about it. Now should head back to the stream?"

Jason gasped in excitement, having forgotten entirely about the fact that there was a whole stream audience full of lame ass nerds, just ready for him to make as sexy as he and Ethan were.

"You got it bro~ This is gonna be so fucking hot~"

Jason left the call, going back to the stream and restarting, glad to see that a full 300 people were still watching, even through the extended break. The second he turned his camera on, he could see that people were confused for some reason, saying a stranger broke into his house. How stupid could these people be? How did they not recognize him? Still, not like it would matter for long...

"Hey bros! How're we all fucking doing? Welcomes to today's stream..."

He trailed off, looking blankly at the camera, before saying

"You know what? Fuck video games! Who needs them when you can do this~"

And as his pecs bounced and bounced hypnotically, the chat slowly transitioned from messages like "What the fuck is happening?" or "Who is this dumb jock?" to "Fuck, bro! Your pecs look so fucking hot today!" and "Huhuhu, I love making my pecs bounce like Jace's~"

And so the stream continued, Jace showing everyone all the amazing things his body could do, while anyone that was watching, whether they wanted to or not, began to copy him exactly. And as the stream went on, the viewer count rose, and rose, and rose...

[katerinaaqu]

With Circe Circe was toned down. She doesn't turn people to animals because she can nonono! She does it to protect her nymphs! She then tries to seduce Odysseus to kill him (because apparently her wild animals were not available in Epic) even Odysseus seemed to be almost ready to fall for it ("who's to say of all mistakes I'll ever make this will be the last mistake I'll ever make", "I'm just a man I'm just a man forgive me") because Hermes never told him that he cannot refuse her in his song. Then suddenly come back to his senses yells "I can't!" And pushes her away giving a tear jerking story on how Penelope is all his power and then Circe is like "oh hon no problem I was in love before myself! Go to the underworld you are free"

No year with her. Tiresias tells him Jack shit given how apparently in Epic we do not do his redemption sacrifice and such and he doesn't converse with the souls of the underworld. We only see his mother come and go singing "waiting" but that's all

Then because we have a huge plot hole for Odysseus couldn't know where to go, they made them find the sirens by accident (the sirens are mermaids of course. We cannot have the Greek sirens in the Greek mythology adaptation) and then Odysseus DOESN'T listen to their song but has wax on his ears as well and somehow he still sees one of them as his wife. He then apparently reads her lips as he asks the siren where to go and siren tells him to go to Skylla because Poseidon is afraid to go there for some reason! XD and then Odysseus fucking shoots her and then apparently his men knew exactly how many sirens they were for they capture them and Odysseus orders to cut their tails and let them in the water to drown.

Then in Skylla they go through and Eurylochus says to him how he opened the bag and then Odysseus OUT OF SPITE consciously gives out 6 torches to attract Skylla. Skylla takes them singing a dramatic song on how she enjoys their pain Odysseus of course NEVER geared up to protect his men in desperation like in the Odyssey

Eurylochus wants explanation on why he did what he did and Odysseus gives no explanation so they gave a duel and then someone stabs Odysseus from behind and again for some reason they do not kill him, they arrive at the island of Helios they shoot the cow on the spot they do not eat it though for Zeus appears and then tells Odysseus to choose himself or his crew (Lol). Odysseus chooses himself and Zeus smites the ship with a lightning

And of course the rest I believe you know with God Games and all how apparently Telemachus has a fist fight with the suitors because why not lol 😆 and then we have Athena have some sort of persuasion game with the gods (who had no problem in the Odyssey) and Zeus is a sore loser as he is in all modern adaptations and strikes her with lightning! And now this! It just gets worse and worse....

Charybdis was placed now AFTER Ogygia and somehow she is a minor inconvenience lol and Odysseus have a face off song like "bring it on". No more the desperate story where he was holding for dear life from the fig tree praying that his broken pieces of his broken ship would come out after he suffered the tragic loss of his men

New Epic saga and it's horrible... to give you an idea, Odysseus fought Poseidon, stole his trident and made him beg for mercy

hmmm a god begging a mortal for mercy is not exactly on par with Greek religion and stories. How did that scene made it into the final version?

[thatanimewriter]

Hey could you do general headcannons of Haru, Makoto, Nagisa, Rei as tiktokers, they will be so wild as tiktokers lmao thanks

style five as tiktokers

➳ character/s: nanase haruka, tachibana makoto, ryugazaki rei, hazuki nagisa, matsuoka rin

➳ warnings: mentions of food (rin)

➳ notes: i added rin just so it'd be nice and would be easy if we just added the missing style five member. also, i’m so sorry this is so late :((

── 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐀.

he's a lurker.

he has an account, but doesn't post on it much

mostly just scrolls through and likes or favourites videos

never comments

but when he does post

it's sometimes beach ambience

or honestly

it's him cooking mackerel into different dishes

so he teaches the world the glories of mackerel

though, once he did a swimming tiktok

and everyone started thirsting for him

that was the moment he realised he'd made a mistake

even then

everyone is just thirsting for his hands??

he'll be cooking

all you can see is his hands

and people are still after him-

── 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐎.

he's recording cats

no doubt

always posting tiktoks about the white cat in his neighbourhood

otherwise, he's trying to join in on the trends

and sometimes it fails

but sometimes

it works

and it works WELL

the ring light trend

and sometimes he does words of affirmation

if you're having a bad day

HERE HE COMES WITH THE

'it's ok to feel sad, you're valid and we love you :))'

and it's so wholesome

i imagine he tries to do the dancing trends as well

but for the most part, he's your cat content provider

and we live for that, honestly

── 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐈.

troom troom better watch out

rei is coming through with the hacks

that actually work

but he's also an education man like hank green

also updating people on the world as it happens

but mostly teaching them maths hacks

like how to calculate percentage really fast

OR

he's teaching you real life things

like how to pay your bills

because school doesn't do it

so he said

'fine, i'll do it myself'

sometimes he will teach you how to make cool things for projects

he's also on booktok

and he's probably accidentally crossed over to smuttok

he's been scarred for life.

── 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐀.

is he even on any side of tiktok??

he's so chaotic that he's on all sides of tiktok

once, he was on furrytok

the next day he was on some dream smp lore

and now he’s on gymtok.

as for his upload schedule

there isn’t one

he probably attempts to do tiktok dances but fails 

especially about damn time

he can’t for the life of him do the helicopter part

if not, he takes random videos of things

probably takes really choppy videos of swim club shit

and for sure makes multiple versions of the same sound so he can reach a wide audience

nagisa has definitely done the virginity corner tiktok

i also imagine he’d be super active for a day and then dip for the next 3 months

OH YEAH

he was there when it was musical.ly-

── 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍.

thirst traps incoming

he’s done fitness things as well

educational diet thingss

also many versions of the ‘6 feet tall and super strong’ trend

he probably does some spicy content every now and then as well

other than that, it’ll probably be australian travel stuff

has made multiple posts dedicated to the meat pie

and the mcdonald’s hash browns

also has reacted to others eating vegemite with absolute disgust because they put too much on

other than that, he’s probably got some feminist stuff on there

100% stitched the clip of the guy saying a girl having an instagram counts as cheating

it was just him staring at the screen like ._. and then >:((

also also

body positivity man

will always be there to tell people they’re beautiful etc

and if you say otherwise

he’s gonna hunt you down

[stxrvel]

bittersweet feelings (1)

summary: you have to deal with the harsh truth after Bucky arrives from one of his missions.

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

warnings: nothing i think, just you know English is not my native language so sorry for any mistakes!

words: +2.5k

note: hi! I've been feeling physically unwell since I last posted and have been in bed, but today I was finally able to get a moment of calm and lucidity, so, enjoy and hope you like it!

also, i've been working on a series that I want to publish soon, but I don't know why I always find it difficult to do all that planning. anyway, I really hope I can bring it to you soon! thank u for all the support!

part 2

part 3

Admiring Bucky Barnes from afar has become too much of a challenge in recent days. Before, you were wrapped up in papers, essays, final exams and projects due, locking yourself in your room at a time or living in your university library, simply too busy to wander your eyes over the sprawling figure of Bucky strolling around the Complex. Ironically, he always spent more time there when you weren't there.

But now, completely free of academic responsibilities and banned from going on missions at Fury's whim, you had a lot more time to wander the halls of the Complex, especially in the gym where the man with the metal arm used to spend most of his time. Many times (if not all the time) you felt like a lousy attempt of a stalker, and you was almost 100% sure that he realised what you were doing but preferred not to say anything so as not to embarrass you. And that was much more embarrassing.

But did that stop you? Absolutely not.

He'd cut his hair a few days ago, and although you loved the way his hair looked on his shoulders and the way it blew in the wind every time he walked, as if he were a model on a bloody photo shoot, you shamelessly admitted that you had quickly grown to love his new style. Because, honestly, did something look bad on Bucky?

Your hands moved indiscreetly across the table, crumpling the paper between your fingers that you had previously been reading, as you watched the aforementioned man's shoulders shake after hearing Sam Wilson say something about Scott's card game. You moved your eyes scanning his entire face, trying to memorise the expression on his face as he smiled so openly, as he almost never did in public.

“Am I interrupting your crazy stalker moment?”

Tony's voice startled you, and you turned your head so sharply to look at something other than Bucky that a slight twinge of pain made its way from the back of your neck to your right shoulder. You grimaced and watched the millionaire sit down next to you on one of the black chairs that were spread out in the first floor cafeteria. Ahead of you, a large glass door separated you from one of the side exits of the Complex, where Bucky and Sam had stopped to talk and, surely at first, discuss the mission Bucky had just returned from.

“I'm not a crazy stalker,” you told him dismissively, but your nerves were eating you up inside. Even though you knew you weren't entirely discreet, you still weren't ready for someone to tell you that you were too obvious for him not to know anymore.

“Yeah, sure, whatever you say,” Tony commented sarcastically and you felt a quick pang of fear inside your chest, “I was just coming to tell you that Fury made the decision to send you to Milan with Steve the other week.”

Your gaze finally shifted away from Bucky's figure, closer and closer to where you stood, to Tony and you frowned at him in extreme confusion.

“What? So soon?”

“Isn't that what you wanted? To go back to the camp?”

“Well, yes, but I thought his tantrum was going to last much longer.”

Tony let out a laugh and proceeded to open the packet of peanuts in his pocket, “If he hears you say that, consider yourself fired, kiddo.”

“Then it's a relief that no one heard me say it,” you smiled innocently at Tony, who only gave you a tight-mouthed smile in return.

“It's just a recon mission. Steve thinks there's an empty HYDRA base you can investigate, and you're pretty nimble with that non-digitized document review stuff.”

“You mean I'm good at reading physical documents?”

“You know what I mean, eagle eyes. There's nothing you're missing.”

“Ow,” you croon with a smile, “Thanks for the compliment, Stark.”

“You're welcome. Now, don't go freaking out. Barnes is walking this way.”

He then stood up and planted himself in front of you, as your heart did a wild flip and you felt him pause for a second, before resuming his march at an unnatural pace. You didn't even know if it was possible for a heart to beat that fast. You felt sweat beading on your hands and started to breathe through your mouth as you felt the nervousness take over your whole body.

“What?” you exclaimed, staring at him, sitting uncomfortably in the chair across the table they had shared.

“I told you not to freak out, you're only going to make it worse.”

You narrowed your eyes at him with a frown. Next, you took about three deep breaths to try and calm your frantic heartbeat, before Sam's figure - and consequently Bucky's - appeared in your field of view to the side of Stark's body. The man gave you a look with an arched eyebrow, as if to ask you to behave yourself, which was an exaggeration.

That was an exaggeration. You spent a lot of time with Bucky! Even when you two were alone you didn't feel as nervous as you did at moments like this.

When your gazes met, you could barely return the smile he gave you before you turned your eyes to Sam, who had just spoken but you hadn't gotten to hear everything he'd said because your head was in the clouds.

“...and that you're going back to the camp with Steve. How long since you've been out? Almost four months? You must be anxious.”

You just nodded, looking at him through tight lips.

Tony rubbed his eyes in an exasperated gesture.

“I could ask Fury to let me tag along,” Bucky's voice reached your ears like a forbidden delicacy. It had been several days since you'd last heard it and it was like a gift from the gods, “Lest he bore you with his awkward silences.”

“We don't have awkward silences,” you grumbled quickly, not knowing exactly why you were getting defensive. Tony raised his eyebrows at you and you shrugged in place, “I mean, we talk about a lot of things.”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky's jocular tone didn't do much for your nerves and sanity, “Name a topic you've been talking about for more than three minutes.”

You pursed your lips and stared at his perfect face, uninjured by the mission, as you conjured up memories of your conversations with Steve. Your almost non-existent conversations.

Your cheeks flushed as you realised he was right, but you weren't going to let him win you over this time.

“One time, we talked all night about a movie.”

“If you're going to say you talked about Lord of the Rings, that doesn't count,” Sam spoke with a half smile on his face.

“Why not?” you grumbled quickly, watching the grimace in his face.

“He talks to everyone about those movies. It doesn't even feel like a conversation anymore, it's like a monologue.”

“Careful, Sam,” Tony spoke up after several seconds, “She likes those movies too.”

“Hey! They're good movies.”

“Good for a nap,” Sam let out a laugh.

You watched Bucky pursed his lips and looked down at the floor, holding back a chuckle.

“They're entertaining,” you muttered with a frown.

Sam pointed at you, his eyebrows arched and his corners raised in a playful grin.

“Well, that's it,” Bucky interrupted whatever Sam was going to say, “You know what they say, to each his own.”

“I'm with Barnes on this one,” Tony spoke up, resting one of his hands on Barnes' shoulder and giving it a little squeeze. Bucky watched his hand and then the millionaire's face with an arched eyebrow, but Tony quickly turned his attention away from Bucky to Sam, “Speaking of Steve, he asked me to tell you to look for him in the main room. He said something about a pending conversation.”

Tony put his arm around Sam's shoulders, leaning part of his body to lead him to walk with him out of the cafeteria. They promptly struck up a conversation on their way out of the cafeteria, and you felt your hands shake once you realized you were alone with Bucky after a couple of weeks of not being able to talk properly with him.

You turned your head away from where the two people who had accompanied you a few seconds before were leaving, hearing the creak of a chair being dragged in front of you. You watched Bucky move his body into a sitting position, settling his forearms on the table and his eyes fixed on yours. Settling into the chair, you gave him a tight-lipped, tense smile. Act normal.

“So the boss finally gave in,” the black-haired man said, his lips curling as he interlocked his hands.

You nodded your head slightly, “It was quicker than I thought. I thought he'd never let me back in the field.”

“And can you blame him? You sure scared the soul out of his body,” Bucky arched his eyebrows, and the mere memory of what happened gave you a feeling of irritability.

You grimaced, “Oh, it wasn't a big deal.”

“It wasn't a big deal? Honey, you threw yourself at those people all by yourself.”

You stared at him for a few seconds, like you did every time he called you names when you were alone. He never did it in public, and it was something you didn't try to think about very often.

“So what? This was all unnecessarily dramatic,” you tried to say in the most neutral tone of voice possible as you crossed your legs under the table.

“There were twenty men,” he said, as if that explained everything.

“Do you think me incapable, Barnes?” you arched an eyebrow, speaking with courage.

“No, of course not,” he quickly replied, his gaze softening, “But you disobeyed a direct order from Natasha and put your life at risk. You know how Fury is with you, he cares too much about you.”

You rolled your eyes, letting your back fall against the back of the chair, “But I'm not made of porcelain. I'm as good as Nat, she trained me herself!”

“But Fury didn't see her grow up.”

Well, he had a point and rightly so. You had grown up with the boss, who had practically adopted you, which was one of the reasons he used to be overprotective or refuse you to do some things because he thought it was for the best. And that fact had also helped you form fraternal bonds with all the Avengers until you were old enough and capable enough to be a part of them.

Well, you saw everyone as a nice family except Bucky. And that was a big problem.

You watched him through your eyelashes with an almost imperceptible pout.

Bucky gave you a beautiful smile, the kind that could light up an entire city, “Honey, I understand that it bothers you, but the position you put Fury in at the time, or everyone for that matter, made it hard for him not to make the decision he did. Maybe he overstepped, I'm not denying that, but he was scared.”

“There were other ways...” you started to renege again.

“And would you really have listened to him?” he inquired without wiping away his smile. It amazed you how lenient he could be with you, when with the rest of the world he was a hermit and sulky most of the time.

You sighed. Yep, you could be pretty stubborn when you put your mind to it.

“Well, the important thing is that he finally realised his mistake,” you blurted out with an amused grin. Bucky frowned and pointed the index finger of his metal arm at you.

“I think you missed the point of our little debate.”

“No, no... I understand, Bucky, I do. But Fury have to trust my skills a little more. I could against all of them! It was a spectacle.”

“But you're not always going to come out on top, sweetheart. At some point someone can catch you off guard, and that's what Fury's afraid of.”

“Well, it'll have to happen at some point. Unfortunately, I'm not invincible,” you agreed and admitted what he had said, because he was certainly right, with a tight-lipped smile.

You thought Bucky would be amused, or at least agree with you, but he merely bowed his head, frowned and tensed noticeably. You noticed that his expression suddenly hardened, and it frightened you that you had said something that would have angered him.

“What?” you asked fearfully.

He looked up from the table to look at you again, waking up. He gave you a smile, but a stiffer, harder and committed one. Your chest tightened, “It's not.... It's nothing. Just try to be careful next time, more cautious if necessary. You know, strategist.”

“Yeah, I know, I don't risk it if I don't think it's necessary.”

“That's my girl.”

You froze for a few seconds, just watching him, before your face heated up into an all too violent blush. He'd never said anything like that to you before... but you certainly didn't balk at the possibility that he might again.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you smiled shyly at him.

The sound of the cafeteria doors swinging open distracted the man in front of you, but you kept staring at his profile, gawking and surely with heart-shaped eyes. How was it possible that you liked him so much? Even though it had been a while since you last spoke, it seemed that your feelings for him had only grown three times his size.

Then, you heard it:

“Bucky!”

A woman's voice in the distance.

Confused, you turned your gaze in the direction of the voice, which came from the same place Bucky had been watching for several seconds. She was the one who had opened the doors so frantically, then. You frowned at her from a distance, unable to recognise her figure or features; it wasn't usually easy for you to forget the faces of people you knew, and you certainly didn't know this woman.

However, when you turned to ask Bucky, the half-smile on his face gave you the answer without words. Your chest tightened and you clenched your hands so as not to show the abrupt change of mood you had just gone through when he turned his face and fixed his eyes on yours. All without erasing that smile.

That smile he had on his face for her.

“I guess you'll have to go with Steve to schedule everything about the mission.”

You nodded, uncomfortably, not looking away.

“Fine. In the meantime, I'll go on my date,” he crooned, and the burning you felt intensified so much that it felt like you couldn't pass saliva without straining. But you smiled at him, your lips curving awkwardly and your face reluctant to show a feeling you didn't experience.

“Wow, I thought I'd never hear you say something like that.”

“Life is full of surprises, honey,” he said smiling as he stood up, “Do you want me to walk you to the living room?”

“No, don't worry. I'll be there in a minute,” you replied quickly. It was the first time since you had met him that you wanted him to leave you alone for once.

“All right. Good luck with the old man.”

“Thanks. Good luck with your- your- your date.”

You hated the way your voice betrayed you, but Bucky didn't seem to pay too much attention to it as he waved goodbye to you and started walking in the direction of the woman waiting for him outside the cafeteria doors. You felt your chest tighten as you sighed deeply and a couple of tears welled up in your eyes.

Damn it, at what point had all that happened?

[luimagines]

Perhaps them being protective over you(the reader)? Mostly platonic but hints of romantic(if you get what I mean?) Like, the relationship between them has been platonic and they’ve only really seen it has platonic, but someone(the Heroes) might be catching feelings. Also if it isn’t too much trouble do you think you could keep this in the same timeline? Like, your other scenarios had the same reader and felt like these all happened at some point, can you do the same for this one? I hope this isn’t too much trouble, really love your blog!💖💖💖

Masterlist

Ok, I think I get what you mean. The Hero is protective with a hint of feelings they haven't come to terms with. They're crushing but they don't know it yet.

I don't know what you mean by the same timeline though. It wasn't supposed to be the same reader for all of them but hey! It be like that sometimes, I guess! Especially if they're just friends.

The Reader is also set to be the same age as Wind for his scenario.

Warrior's got longer than intended and there is some catcalling in that one. FYI

Scenario under the cut!

Legend

"You can be seriously going out in that." Legend couldn't help but snap. The group had been dropped into a snowcapped mountain in the middle of a blizzard. The only luck they had on their side was a nearby cave where they all but ran to in an attempt to weather the storm and get their bearings.

But someone still had to scout and you were planning to take Wild and Twilight with you since they were the only ones who could both brace the cold and most likely find their way back.

He, however, didn't like the idea of you going out there period.

Even less so when he found you severely underdressed compared to your companions.

It seemed however, that you saw no problem with it, even going as far as to tilt your head and look down at what you were wearing at his comment. It sparked something in Legend's chest that he wasn't willing to decipher at the moment.

"What's wrong with it?" You asked.

"Are you serious right now?" Legend scowled. The top you wore was tight around your chest and the cloak that clasped at the front billowed around you ever so slightly from the wind at the front of the cave. There were thin layers of furs under your linen over shirts that matched the fur lining your boots outlining your figure and silhouette in a way he found irritating.

The light that barely peaked through the clouds lit up your form gave you a halo of light over your head and made you look more of a hero than he ever would have pictured you.

It didn't sit well with him.

"That doesn't nearly look warm enough. If you plan on going out in that then you'll freeze within the first ten minutes." He crossed his arms and stared you down, willing you to disagree, to challenge him, keep you here longer so one of the others can pick up the lack and go instead.

"It's bear fur Legend." You reply instead with an easy grin your face. He elected to ignore it because he was trying to stay mad and irritated at the lack of care you seemed to have for your own safety. Why weren't the others backing him up?! Wouldn't Twilight have said something by now?! Or Time?!

Why was it just him?

How dare you smile like that? And at him no less! He's trying to make a point, darn it! It's hard to concentrate when you look so... innocent and bright and happy and-

Focus Link.

"I actually have four layers on as well." You continue and peel back what you can to show him what your clothing looks like. Unknowingly giving him a great look at your figure beneath said layers. "Two layers of wool and two of fur and I still have my clothes under here as well. Without enchantments like Wild, it's probably the warmest thing here. I'll be alright."

He can't bring himself to believe it.

He grits his teeth and continues to look at you, not bothering to spare a glance at Wild or Twilight when they eventually join your side, both now ready to head out.

"Honestly Legend. I know it doesn't look like much but I grew up around snow and ice and mountainous storms. If anyone knows what they're doing here, it's me."

He knows this. You told him. He knows that he knows this.

Why can't he believe it?

His hand forms a fist with a tight grip and he gets an idea.

Before he can fully think it through, he's marching up to you and snatches up your hand before you can protest.

You haven't put on your gloves yet so it's skin on skin.

He can't think much of it or he'll lose his nerve and he's already gone too far to go back now or he'll only be making a fool of himself.

Legend all but rips the most powerful ring he has on his person and shoves it onto your own. It's a protection ring, it'll shield you if anything tries to hurt you.

He's not entirely sure why he cares so much, just that he does, and this is all he can do if no one is going to back him up and stop you from going.

"I want this back." He says. He knows it sounds meaner than he's intending but then you let him put it on, take your hand back and marvel at it for a moment.

"I'll protect this with my life." You flex your hand, testing out how it feels and wonder what magic it must posses for Legend to not only give it up but deem it worth for the storm outside.

"Thanks Vet." You grin brighter and Legend finds himself floundering for a moment at the intensity of it.

The tips of his turn red, he knows this and he forces himself to distance himself or else the others would notice.

Your trio disappears into the white and he sits down by the fire made for the smaller ones of the group. He hasn't made eye contact with anyone since you left and he makes the mistake of trying to casually play it off by looking up.

Time is watching him with a knowing smile on his face.

"What?" Legend barks and scowls at the attention.

The older man just laughs a bit to himself and shakes his head but he doesn't say anything.

Legend thinks back on his actions a little sooner than he thinks he should and glances at his hand. The hand that grabbed yours.

Despite the journey, your hands were so soft.

He can't help but smile.

Time

Time was watching the over the group for the morning shift, his hand over his sword and his eyes watching... well you.

You intrigued Time.

Out all the heroes of courage on this journey, you weren't one of them. You weren't a Link and yet you seemed to fill a gap the group didn't know it had.

He couldn't figure out why or how but he found himself wanting to know what made you tick, why did you work so well with the others, what your world was like, and how did it mold you to be so....

He had trouble finding a word for it.

As the boys rough housed and played around, he found himself relaxing. It was a quiet morning and he had the added support of Wolfie on look out for any monsters.

He put his sword down and and walked over to where you were.

You were sitting with a book in your lap, something he found you doing often. But this time you were ignoring the book, laughing at Wind's and Wild's antics as they blasted each other with their Deku leaves. Wind continuously knocked the Champion around but neither of them seemed to mind.

If anything, it appeared the were doing on purpose and were trying to see how far he'd go.

Boys.

He could feel the smile on his face as he made his way toward you.

"Enjoying the theatrics?" He spoke up.

You jumped with a small yelp, something he found endlessly entertaining.

"You're the biggest guy here! How are you so quiet?!" You yelled in his face with a pointed finger and hand on your chest.

Time chuckles and sits down next to you, sitting just close enough for your knees to brush. "Sorry. It's not always intentional, I promise."

"So you admit you do it on purpose!!" You turn to face him fully. Book absolutely forgotten.

Time finds himself pleased by the change.

"Occasionally." He grinned.

"Oh, and I so happen to be your favorite victim then?" You crossed you arms and leaned closer to him. Your words were biting but the smile on your face was teasing and the glint in your eye was knowing.

"Of course."

"You're impossible." You shove him away. "You're only like this because no one will ever suspect you."

"Is that so- LOOK OUT!" Time had noticed a second too late but in the seconds Time stopped paying attention to them, Wind and Wild had stopped launching each other and started launching objects.

Such objects like coconuts and hard wooden barrels.

Like the ones heading in your direction.

With no time to act, he grabs you and rolled out of the way, pressing you into his chest. The huddling objects bounced off of your spot, some exploding on impact while the rest crashed into the nearby trees and bushes.

It looked like a war zone.

Time held onto you for a second after the damage passed, waiting for any else to come your way. When nothing appeared, he began to let you go, looking down on you to see your reactions. "You ok?"

You had curled yourself into his chest, continuing to press yourself close to him even after he let go.

Time finds himself pleased by this as well.

"Well..." You took a deep breath and slowly looked up and around. "That was exciting."

"Are you hurt?" He asked again. You looked fine, if only a little shaken, but he wanted to hear you say it.

"I think my leg got scratched in the chaos."

Time forces himself to stay calm and to not show any reaction. A scratch is better than getting hit head on. You'll be fine.

"What about you?" You look up to him again, eyes wide and bigger than he remembers and they were such a lovely color-

"I'm more concerned about you." He says, cutting his own thought process off. Time proceeds to get up, being as gentle as he can with you still in his arms. "I did just happen to grab you."

"Well, I'm sure it would have been worse if you hadn't." You grin at him and push yourself away.

Time now finds that he misses the feeling of you there but isn't able to focus on why when the two culprits are running up to you at break neck speeds.

"Are you two ok?!" Wind reaches you first.

"We're so sorry, we miscalculated the angle and it went wildly off our target." Wild continues and helps you to your feet.

Wind hovers near Time, unsure of what to do or how to help.

Time looks over to where you are, breathless but smiling dazzlingly. "We're ok." You tell Wild. "Just thrown around is all, we're fine."

Time sighs and stands up, putting his serious face on. "You boys better have a good explanation for this."

They could have hurt someone. They almost hurt you. His only consolation is how they squirm under his gaze.

Good.

Wind

"What the hell? What the hell? What the hell? What is this place?!"

Wind looked over his shoulder from the fight over to where you were, the monster he was fighting falling before him. It was a great thing in his eyes to no longer be the youngest of the group. Not only for there to be someone of his age to talk to but also get the group off of his back for some of their more dramatic attempts at keeping him safe.

Wind was having a blast.

Everyone had found a dungeon in the sense that they fell into it against their knowledge and will and had happened to land with partners.

He hopes so anyway.

But on his end, he's with you!

And he's loving it!

You've never judged him and you've always thought that his stories were great and this was a great opportunity to show you how cool he is in a fight without the others trying to stop him from doing all his cool stuff.

And as an added bonus, he loves spending time with you!

Wind was close to wishing on stars for more time to spend alone with you. The others were always around and always in his business. How lucky that it seems he got his wish without doing that little kid stuff, like star wishing.

He didn't take into account that this might be your first dungeon though.

...Guess you didn't have those in your world...

But that's fine! He'll just walk you through it. They're easy once you get a groove going, and as dungeons go, this one is old hat for him.

The enemies around you fall within minutes and you're a little more shaken up than he likes.

"You ok?" He puts his sword on his back and walks toward you. You're staring at the fallen enemy in front of you with your own sword still raised. There's a slight cut on your arm, a red line going across and down, but Wind is almost certain that the cut is across...the blood is just going down your arm.

Wind takes a moment to quiet the sudden and unexpected rage. The monsters are lucky, he thinks, that they're already dead.

He grips his wrist tightly at the sight and places his other hand on your own. You gulp slightly and look at him tearfully. "Wind, where are we?"

You're scared, he realizes.

Scared, and alone and you don't know what kind of place this is.

There's another cut just above your eye and there more blood going down your face.

Wind feels himself fill with determination. He has the experience you lack to make it through here. He has been in more fights than you have. He knows what he's doing.

He's going to make sure you get out of here without being afraid anymore.

"Come on." Wind lets himself go and places his hand on top of yours, gently pushing the sword down and make a small effort to lace your fingers together. His other hand grips his sleeve and he begins to swipe it across your face, trying to clean the blood the best he can. "We're going to find the others, ok? We just have to keep going and if we're lucky we'll find a map, maybe a compass and it'll help us get out of here. We'll be back with the others in no time!"

You gulp and nod, tightening your grip on his hand and let him lead you through the unknown. Your voice is quiet and soft and Wind finds that he wants to hear it more often like this...just not laced with fear. "Ok. I trust you."

Wind nearly preens at your words, a large smile overtaking his face.

He'll protect you and you won't have to be afraid, not while he's here.

"Just leave it to me. I got this."

Warrior

"Whatup, Captain?" Warrior feels a weight be thrown on his shoulder at the call of the voice.

He looks to the side where it is and throws an easy smile on his face.

It's you! And you're grinning fabulously in his direction.

"Nothing in particular. Just checking our supplies, we might need to make a supply run in the nearest town for potions if we're lucky enough to find one but..." He looks at the bag in front of him with slight distain.

Truthfully, the group is low on a lot of stuff. Food, medical and magic supplies, someone is going to have to buy the Veteran more sewing supplies as well with how much battery all your clothes have taken on.

It would have to be a big buy....

A small town probably won't have half the stuff they need. And he doesn't know what kind of budget he's working with either.

But he's dealt with worse with less.

The group will hold on for a little longer if nothing drastic happens.

But Warrior doesn't want you to know that. If he had things his way, he'd let you think that everything was ok. That everything was fine and under control.

He's used to having to keep dire news from the troops so that they can keep fighting the good fight.

Lying to you though feel wrong. Dirty.

He finds your complete trust in him endearing and your willingness to help him with any and all loads on his shoulders means more to him than he'd ever be willing to tell you to your face.

You brighten and throw a thumb in the direction behind you. "We're in luck then. There's a town, that-a way according to Wild's weird telescope from his slate. I was planning to go check it out regardless but was in need of a partner. Wild can't because Twilight benched him after last fights stunt. Maybe we can kill two birds with one stone?"

That idea sounds fantastic.

"I'd love to." He says easily. "Got anything to do before we head out?"

"Nope. Ready to leave immediately." You get off of him and he follows after you without missing a beat, quickly falling into sync with your steps. It's a habit he has trouble breaking, but if he can focus on matching your stride instead, he can stay by your side for the walk.

"We're getting supplies from the town. Be back soon!" He calls out to Time and the group as you walk by.

Time raises his hand in acknowledgement and goes back to pinning Wild down with his stare alone. Warrior doesn't feel sorry for him.

With that taken care of, you both pick up your speed and quickly leave the range of your little camp. Jokes are traded easily between you two and Warrior finds himself relaxing.

It's a strange feeling but one he knows that he can share with you.

You put him at ease and there's something about you that calls for his attention.

Maybe it's your attitude. Maybe it's your determination. Maybe it's the way you fight and the grace you carry yourself with.

You're a good fighter, a good team mate, and a good person.

You take care of the others. You take care of him.

He doesn't know how to thank you.

Warrior notices that you both reach the town in record time, the conversation seeming making time a useless way measure distance.

You both walk in and begin with Warrior's shopping list since it has a higher priority than simply exploring.

Warrior makes a promise to himself to find something for you.

A small gift, if you will.

He's not entirely sure what you like just yet but he thinks you deserve something nice and if he's here to buy nice things, then why shouldn't you get something as well.

The trouble is getting it without you seeing him buy it, or figure out his plan.

You were always able to read him like a book.

"Lookin' good sweetheart!" A voice calls from the side. A loud and obnoxious voice followed quickly by multiple cheers and whistles.

Warrior instantly has a spike in irritation and he forces himself to not shout back. He's used to this. It happens sometimes back home. He's not surprised it can carry elsewhere. There's pigs everywhere.

He ignores them.

"Why don't you leave your boy toy and come find out how a real man can treat you darlin'?!" Another one comments. More cheers and howls.

Boy toy?

That's new.

Warrior looks in their direction and comes to a startling discovery.

They're not looking at him. THEY'RE LOOKING AT YOU.

Now... Warrior likes to think he's a rational man. He's good at keeping his head on straight in tough situations. He's good under peer pressure and under stress.

He takes one look at you and sees your smile gone, your head is down and your face is red in shame, anger and embarrassment.

But you don't say anything in reply and only shuffle closer to him, trying to get in front of him so he'll shield you from their gaze.

Warrior is a rational man.

Many would agree with that.

He wants to tear their heads off.

"Come on baby, don't be that way! As easy as your back is to watch, we want to get a good look at your pretty little face!"

Warrior turns suddenly and faces them all head on. "Thank you for the compliment doll face! I'm new in town and just passing through but maybe-"

He starts walking towards them as sultry as he can manage, pulling on every acting cell he has in his body.

Which is a lot if you ask him.

The tactic works as he wants it to. Warrior knows he wasn't their target and the idea of him responding instead throws them off their rhythm.

"No, no, wait-" One of them holds a hand up and takes a step back. "Not you."

"Who else darlin'?" He mimics their drawl and smirks at their instant discomfort. "You want a good time?"

"I'm leaving." One of them says after a second of horror shows on his face and not so subtlety turns on his heel and leaves. The third follows without saying anything and it just leaves Warrior and the first caller.

Warrior likes these odds.

He drops the act and lets his murderous intent shine on his face. "Got anything else to say?"

Warrior reaches for his sword and the idea finally gets through the guy's head. Leave us alone or else.

"...No." He says and finally leaves as well, not looking back at either of you.

Warrior nods at his retreating form and returns to you, a little ashamed by how long it took him to react. For your sake.

His head is low when he reaches you and he scratches the back of his neck instead of making eye contact.

"Um... What do you want to do now?" He asks lamely. By Hylia, he wants to kick himself into oblivion.

A small snort catches his attention and he snaps his head up.

You're looking at him, hand over your mouth and crinkled eyes giving away your not so hidden smile. Your shoulders are shaking and it only grows as he stares at you.

You're not mad? He has trouble believing it because he's still furious.

A small bark of laughter escapes without your consent and it's the last wall to break as the dam flows out. You're laughing hysterically and it's beginning to scare him a little.

"D-Did you see their faces?!" You nearly scream. "Oh my god, Warrior, I love you. That was amazing."

Warrior shakes off the shock and feels himself blush. "It wasn't that special..."

"Wasn't that-? Oh boy, I wish Wild was here. I would have loved to get a picture! Warrior that was awesome. I'm so glad that you agreed to come with me." You walk beside him and grab his hand, beginning to drag him through the town. "You know what? I owe you. I have some rupees and we're not expected to come back to camp yet. You want something? I'll get it for you. My treat. Anything you want."

Warrior begins to flounder, and he's uselessly dragged behind you while your grin grows with every second that you talk.

While this all happens and you talk about the ways you plan to treat him, Warrior starts to think that he might just do anything for you.

Hyrule

Hyrule was busy enjoying the scenery of their most recent trip. He had managed to sneak away from the group and walk around the area without having to worry about the others for a moment.

The quiet was nice and familiar. The place was new and begging for him to explore what it had to offer.

Hyrule... found himself wishing for companionship, weirdly.

Well, as long as his travel companion is you.

He supposed Wild would have been just the same....but he found himself wanting to be with you instead.

He just... he doesn't know why. It doesn't bother him.

There's just.... He has trouble finding the words.

You're warm and gentle and it reminds him of casting his Life spell on himself before he met the others. There's a sense of safety, of calm.

A cool breeze on a warm summer's day.

A smile creeps on his face at the thought of you. Hyrule knows that he does it often but he still can't bring himself to care about it.

"Oh my- NO! HEY!" He hears your voice. Panicked, frantic and shrill.

And it gets cut off.

It's a bucket of ice water dumped over him. His heart launches into his throat and his stomach drops to his feet. His feet are moving in the direction towards you before he even realizes it.

Hyrule has reached a full on sprint and has to continue to run when he fails to find you. He takes a moment to be grateful for his stamina and how he's used to running but you're not.

At least he doesn't think so.

But he hopes this isn't where he finds out.

He trips over something. A sharp pain cuts across his shin as he falls to the ground, palms barely sustaining damaged thanks to his armor.

Hyrule gets up and sees something even worse than what he thought.

It's your sword.

You don't have your sword.

You're unarmed and alone.

Hyrule picks himself up and your sword and continues running at an even quicker pace.

He reaches you eventually and feels unadulterated rage flood through his system.

There's a pig monster over you, cheering and dancing in victory. There's only one. He thinks it's one of Wild's bokoblins but he calls on his magic and sends his sword straight through the monsters beating heart.

There's no black blood as it falls.

He sprints even more in your direction and begins to cradle your head, gently checking for blood any injuries.

He lets the healing spell move through his fingers to catch whatever he might be missing, whatever he can't see or get to without hurting you further.

He can feel what areas need the attention the most and can almost reconstruct the attack.

There's a large bump on your head, most likely the hit that knocked you unconscious.

Your arm is scratched and multiple pieces of skin have been torn off but it's a graze more than anything, it's not bleeding and doesn't goa any deeper than that.

Probably the hit that knocked your sword out of your hand.

There's a bruise blossoming on your knee and on your stomach and he has trouble figuring out what came first. They could have come from your fall or the beast could have simply hit you again.

The magic works its way through your system and subsequently heals him as well from his own minor injuries.

There's no way you can wake up fast enough and it leaves his heart pounding in his chest.

Hyrule knows when there's nothing left to heal and has to force himself to stop before he overexerts himself. The uncertainty is killing him. Just when he was hoping to spend time with you alone, this happens.

You groan and begin to sit up, your hand going to your head before realizing that it doesn't hurt and that you're not alone.

"Hyrule...Hey." Your voice is soft and a smile overtakes your face. You looks around and sit up straighter when you catch the dead body of the monster not two feet from you. "Guess that's your doing?"

Hyrule nods and moves to give you space, reaching his hand out for you to take. "How are you?"

"Good, all things considered...." You shrug and pick up your sword. Hyrule didn't even notice that he dropped it. "I was looking for you."

A mix of emotions fills his heart. Guilt at being the cause of it. Relief that at least you're together again. Happiness, strangely, at the thought of you thinking about him.

"Well I'm not lost, just..." He nervously looks up to you, his hand coming to scratch the back of his neck. "Got left behind."

"We noticed." Your smile fills with mirth and it's borderline a smirk.

Hyrule is not prepared by the realization that he finds that incredibly attractive.

"Thanks for coming to my rescue." You say, wrapping your arm with his. "The rest of the group is over here by the way."

"Yeah... Yeah ok." He grins and tightens his grip around your arm. "Let's meet up with our friends."

Yeah....friends...That's just what friends do.

Why does he feel weird about it?

Twilight

"On a scale of one to ten, how hard is it to learn how to ride a horse?"

Twilight looked around Epona's form, pausing his motion in brushing her to see you leaning up against her, a hand on her neck and brushing ever so slightly.

"Some people are more natural than others I suppose..." Twilight responded, an idea forming in his mind. "But it's not difficult."

You nodded in response and continued to pet the best girl around.

"I can show you how... If you want that is." Twilight grins to himself, leaning closer to Epona so you don't notice. The thought makes him giddy in a childlike way and he doesn't want you to be put off by his overexcitement.

You snap your head in his direction, a bright and excited smile on your face. "Really? I've always wanted to learn but I didn't want to impose."

Oh.

Out of everyone who could easily show you how to ride a horse, you came to him.

Well... doesn't that do something to his heart.

I mean, he is the only one with the horse but -DETAILS!!

He doesn't care for them.

"Here. Get on." He walks around and holds the reins, gesturing for you to get on Epona's back.

"Right now?" You're surprised, but delighted.

Twilight thinks it a good look on you.

"Sure. We're not going anywhere just yet and Epona can use a walk to stretch her legs." He says and helps you get up. Twilight is quick to follow after you and sit behind you, your back pressed up upon his chest.

"Ok, here's what you're going to do." He gives you the reins and places his hands over yours, leading you and Epona to where he thinks is a good place to go for a small trot.

It's effortless for him to lead you both through the trail.

Your trio actually pass by the group who are resting for lunch and wave to them as you go. Twilight catches the smile Time has on his face and is quick to put together that he knows something he doesn't. He'll ask Time about it later.

Twilight talks to you about how to hold the reigns, how to kick the horse into gear, how to steer and anything that he can think of that means safety for both you and the animal.

"Hey Twilight-" You mention suddenly and point just beyond the distance. "-Should we be concerned about that?"

Monsters, also on horses.

An arrow wizzes by suddenly, imbedding itself in Epona's side.

Shocked by the pain and scared by the suddenness of it, Epona takes off in a sudden sprint. Encouraged by the reaction, the monsters give chase.

Twilight notices that they don't have as much control over their chosen transportation.

He has the advantage.

Epona's first instinct is to run back to the group, back to the numbers and safety. Twilight knows better though, he can't lead the monsters to the group, even if he has a sizeable lead on them. He quickly turns her away, a plan forming in his mind.

You don't have weapons or back up, so this is going to get interesting.

"TWILIGHT!" You scream and throw yourself against him, covering your eyes with one and and gripping him tightly with the other. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"Trust me!" He yells over the rushing wind. "I think I have a plan!"

"YOU THINK? You're crazy!" You reply, directly into his ear. "But I trust you... so I guess I am too!"

"That's the spirit!" He grins. Twilight knows Epona won't be able to do much more without injuring herself further and he doesn't want to make any reckless decisions with you right next to him.

He'd hate for you to no longer want to ride a horse over this bad experience.

"Hang on tight!" He finds himself yelling, adrenaline in his veins and he pushes Epona to go a little bit faster.

There's a cliff nearby, a ledge that if he can Epona to go fast enough, she can jump it.

The monsters may try to follow but Twilight is riding heavily on their lack on control and the horses will to stay safe.

Epona reaches it and jumps.

There's a moment of weightlessness and Twilight's heart floats up to his throat. You gasp, and fling yourself around to press your face into the crook of his neck.

Twilight takes one arm off of the reigns and wraps it around you, pressing you tightly into his chest.

Epona makes the jump, landing on the other side with a little more turbulence than Twilight is used to, but he'll blame her shot.

He slows her down and looks to the other side of the ledge.

The monsters do in fact try to follow but Twilight's gamble and intuition pays off. The horses stop just by the edge and several monsters fly off of their backs and down below. The other monsters who can't get by, stop in anger and scream from the other side.

But it appears they lost their archer to the abyss.

So you're safe.

"Oh my goodness..." You gulp and remove yourself from him. "Holy cow... You did it. You mad lad, you did it."

Twilight chuckles nervously and begins to lead Epona back to the camp, gentler and a little more aware now of how she's moving, how much she's been hurt.

"Is Epona ok?" You try to look around him and spot the injury, but there's not a lot of space on the saddle to manage that. He does it for you and sees that it's mostly blocked by the saddle itself, the arrow imbedded deep into the side, just missing the both of you.

Epona most likely only has a scratch and was more startled if anything.

Twilight's not happy about his girl getting hurt but knows that she's taken worse hits. He'll tend to her later, he's worried about you too.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, but Epona?" You insist.

"She's fine. It mostly hit the equipment. They were terrible shots." Twilight grins easily, taking the lead in steering Epona and leans into your back.

You laugh breathlessly and turn your head directly into his. It gives him a great view of your eyes and how they seem to glow in the light. He finds himself entranced and almost misses what you say completely.

"You're incredible, you know that?"

He nearly preens and he pulls himself back. "You think so?"

"Incredibly reckless." You snort. "You've lost your privileges' for yelling at Wild. You're just as bad as him."

"I-..." Twilight starts but can't finish.

"But hey, at least we're ok." You lean back and make yourself comfortable against him. "That could have been worse."

Twilight doesn't move a muscle while you're there, if you're comfy against him, then he'll keep you comfy. "Yeah. Sorry about freaking you out back there."

You go quiet for a moment and he wonders if he's ruined something. Twilight doesn't know if there's something to ruin actually, and he doesn't understand the thought now that he's had it. He doubts you'll stop being friends because of this, so that's not at threat. Monster attacks are not something new. But...

He wants to do this with you, for you.

He doesn't like the idea of you turning him down.

"I don't know..." You say eventually. "Maybe you can make it up to me by continuing these horse riding lessons. Maybe I'll forgive you then."

Twilight doesn't look at your face, he doesn't turn to look at you. He's afraid he'll give too much away on his face if he does.

"If you're still up for it?" It's question. It wasn't supposed to be a question.

You nod and fully relax, your heartbeat gently beating against his own. "Maybe less monsters next time?"

"Agreed." Twilight grins. "Not until after you learn to go out on your own."

"How about... No."

Wild

"Wild. I. Have a question." Wild looks up to your approaching form, tensing up in anticipation.

"Yeah, what's up?" He tries to grin naturally. Wild feels his heart start to beat faster and his face heat up. He gets nervous around you even if he wants to be by your side, but he doesn't know why.

He knows you're friendly and sweet and nice and incredibly smart and there should be no reason that you do this to him and yet he wants to impress you so bad....

But he doesn't know how.

"Your slate has that crazy inventory right? So you carry a whole bunch of stuff on you at all times?" You try to stand tall but you dip your head and thread your fingers through your hair.

You're nervous.

Now you really have his attention.

"Yeah. I might have enough stuff to rival the Veteran and he's known as the Collector as well." Wild sits back and tilts his head at you. "What's up?"

"I..." You start and bite your lip. Wild's eyes land on it and he focuses there for longer than he thinks is appropriate. "I just wanted to ask if I could borrow a sword if you had extra... Mine's about to break and I don't want Smithy on my case about it, since I don't have what I need to fix it. But....um...You know what, nevermind. It's not a big deal, I'll manage, I'll-"

"No! It's fine!" He shoots up to his feet and grabs your hand to keep you from leaving. "Got anything in mind? I've got claymores and short swords, elemental weapons and sheikah blades. I've got some cool boomerangs or clubs from monsters if you want those."

While he's talking, he brings up his slate and begins sliding through the pages and icons, bringing it up to your faces so you can get a better look at what he had to offer. He's quick to point out what weapon can do what and how he has one story for each of them.

He takes a look over to your face and is overjoyed when he sees that you're looking through the screen with as much fervor and excitement as he did when he first came into contact with his world's weapons.

"..." He sees your eyes lock on one of them and voice comes out in a giddy giggle. "This one."

"Which one?" He leans over and places a hand on your shoulder. You let him, or you don't notice but the fact that you don't shove him away makes in happy in a way.

You point to it and he has a brief moment of panic when he sees the one you want. It's one of Robby's creations, a sheikah chainsaw so to speak. It's one of the biggest weapons he has.

"OK." He gulps and takes it out. He presses the activation button and watches your face when it lights up the blade.

A large grin over takes your face when you see it and stare at it for a moment. The light is bright in your eyes and you let out a giggle that's borderline hysterical.

"This is awesome!" You make grabby hands at it and he hesitates to give it to you.

He likes that you like it....but he's suddenly not all to convinced that he should. Wild knows that he's reckless and that he gets hurt a little more than anyone appreciates but... What if you get hurt? With his weapon, no less?

The thoughts scares him a little more than he'll admit.

Maybe you should have that one.... Maybe a more... normal weapon would have been better?

You step away and give it a few experimental swings and his heart launches into his throat.

"Ho-ok!" Wild frantically opens his slate again and takes out a another weapon, a normal iron sword. "Take this one as well actually."

"One is enough Wild. Thank you but-"

"We don't want the others to get jealous, now do we?" He lies. "This way it'll be easier to explain...so maybe save that one for emergencies?"

"Alright." You press the button and stash the weapon away, taking the other sword from his hand. Your fingers brush and he tries to not jerk his hand back and make it awkward.

"For the others sake." You grin, and there's a glint in your eyes that makes him think that you're on to him.

But you don't mention it.

He won't plan to mention it either.

He'll gladly share anything else with you though. You just have to ask.

Four

"RUN! WE HAVE TO RUN!"

Four's head snaps up and he doesn't have the time to register why before you run past him and grab his hand, dragging him behind you.

"WHAT?!" Four yells next to you and matches his stride to your easily. "WHY ARE WE RUNNING?!"

"THEY'RE AFTER ME!" You cry and continue running, taking a sharp turn. "NO TIME TO EXPLAIN!"

Four isn't prepared for the level of rage and concern for your behalf as he begin to reach for his sword and turns around to fight whatever has you in a panic.

"Don't!" You pull his hand harder and nearly throw him off of his feet. "It's not worth it. Just run, maybe we can find a place to hide."

"What's after you?" He asks instead. How bad did it have to be that you didn't even want to fight back? Was it monsters? Did they have numbers on their side? Was it the weapons they had? Were they infected?

He'd gladly fight them for you.

But if it's bad... it's bad and he knows that infected monsters take more effort then they should and they're not something he can do alone.

"Here!" A smile appears on your face and with another sharp turn to press him close to your body and squeeze into a small space. There's no space between you two, it's chest to chest, completely up against each other and Four suddenly has a hard time concentrating.

Four says your name in an attempt to distract himself from your body and eyes the hand you press against his mouth in response.

"Shh..." You look outside the hidey hole and snap back in.

Familiar voices ring with mirth and exhaustion but they are not dangerous. Four finds it in himself to be a little miffed at there not actually being any danger but he keeps quiet at your request.

"Where do you think they went?" Wind has a grin in his voice.

"I don't know. I think they actually lost us." Wild replies in kind. "But they can't be far. It's not like they can out run us."

"You take the right and I'll take the left?" Wind offers and Four has to wonder what they want with you.

You keep your hand over his mouth for a moment longer before slowly retreating.

Four gulps and takes a breath. He's immediately assaulted by how you smell. It's weirdly not just sweat, but apple blossoms and some kind of herb that he's having trouble pin pointing.

It's intoxicating and despite the lack of personal space, Four thinks that this is the most comfortable place he's been in a while.

"Ok. I think they're gone." You turn and begin to shimmy out of the hole. "Sorry about that. They want me to do something dumb with... an item of mine and I don't have the heart to tell them no. So I ran... Which didn't really work because they followed."

Four follows out of the hole and brushes the front of him off. He places his hands on his hips and fixes you with a stare.

"And then I ran into you and I didn't want to explain everything but you're a good guy and you'd just tell them where I went because you wouldn't know and I didn't want to risk leaving you behind-"

A good guy?

"So you kidnapped me?" Four raises an eyebrow. "That was your solution?"

"Well... How else do I get your attention?" You mimic his position and look him in the eye.

Four's about to retort with something that you could do before he stops himself. It's... not something one would just say to a friend. But he finds the idea very appealing for a moment before being disgusted with himself for thinking that about you.

He rolls his eyes to change the conversation outwardly but he continues thinking about it. "There are easier ways to get my attention. One of them, for example, say my name."

"Hard to do, if all of you have the same name." You grin.

He smiles back.

Truthfully, now that he's thinking about it, a lot things that you do catch his attention.

The way you move your hands when you talk. The way you move when you fight. The sound of your laugh. The color of your hair and your eyes.

"Um..." You laugh nervously and scratch the back of your neck. "Would you mind staying with me for a moment longer? I uh- Don't know the way back and I don't want to risk running into either of them just yet But.. I did kidnap you, so if you have something better to do-."

Oh yeah, he'll stay with for for longer. He doesn't mind one bit.

Sky

Sky yawns and rubs at his eyes for a moment before turning his gaze back into the fire.

It's early.... like, stupid early. He hates getting up before the sun and would have gladly stayed in his bedroll... but it's his shift.

Admittedly, he doesn't mind being on watch.

But it's the whole concept of being up before the very time keeper in the sky that miffs him. His body wants to fight it and he typically has to put his whole bed roll away when it's his turn or else he'll be tempted to go back to it and sleep the rest of the night time away.

The only bonus, he supposes, is the chance to watch the sunrise.

It's so different on the surface than on Skyloft, there's more colors and it's not as blinding. He can't to experience more when he reaches his own time again.

The other bonus, he supposes, now that he's thinking about it, if the chance to watch over his new friends and that includes you.

You... Are just as mesmerizing as the sunrise, he thinks.

There's something about you that he finds completely captivating. Your endless colors and arrays of simplistic beauty keep his attention in ways he wouldn't have thought possible. Bringing peace and tranquility to the group when they need and being a signal to start the next leg of the adventure.

And yet, he can admit that it's nothing extraordinary.

You're not trying to impress anyone. It comes naturally to you.

Like the sunrise.

Sky smiles to himself and....he's mature to admit that he's glad he met you, and he think he'll miss you the most when this is all over.

When Sky comes back to the present instead of being trapped in his own head, he realizes that he's been staring at you for a while.

You're still sleeping.

He takes a breath. That wouldn't have been awkward. He prides himself on not being a creep, thank you very much.

You turn in your sleep and a sound escapes you.

Sky sits up a little straighter and watches you again. He knows that everyone has their fair share of demon to fight even when they're asleep. It wouldn't be all that surprising to learn that you had your own battles beyond daytime.

You move again, lifting your arm to fight whatever your brain says is in front of you and a gasp comes through.

Sky shoots up again begins to make his way over to you. He's careful not to wake the others but if he kicks Wind's on the way over, he won't mention it... It's not like that woke him up anyway.

When he finally reaches your side, you're shaking and moving side to side without knowledge of what is happening outside your own mind.

Sky nearly growls and kneels next to you.

"I wish I can fight those things for you..." He says out loud as he begins to gently shake your shoulder. "How dare they still plague you. They're not even here. Who gave them the right?"

You give out a small scream, something in your mind terrorizing you and it prompts Sky to shake you by both your shoulders until you wake up.

Your eyes shoot open with a gasp. You're covered in a cold sweat and breathing heavily. It takes you a while to realize where you are and who's in front of you but in the meantime you try fighting Sky off, still not fully aware that you're awake.

"Hey, hey, it's me." Sky takes a step back in hopes of calming you, even if it's the last thing he wants to actually do. "You're safe now. It's ok."

You finally stop and look at him, staring for a moment until he can see the moment when you see him. "...Oh..."

"You ok?" Sky takes the step forward. "That seemed rough."

"I... Um..."

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." He takes another step forward and places his hands on your shoulders. You're still shacking but instead of answering him you launch yourself into his arms.

Sky doesn't hesitate to hold you and lets you cry into his shoulder for as long as you need. He makes a vow to himself right then and there.

He's going to do his best to protect you... and the others. So that even if things get hard, maybe you'll have less nightmares to deal with.

If you'll let him, that is.

For now, he's going to hold you and be there for you when you need him.

It's... really all he can do.

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Talent

Eddie Brock x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1897 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Eddie being assigned a co host after his first outburst on national television in hopes that it won't happen again, but it doesn’t exactly go as planned

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If there was ever a professional rival to Eddie Brock, it was you.

Personally, he didn’t see it.

You were too buttoned up, like you were reading from a set of cue cards whenever you found yourself in front of a camera, and he would never do that. That sort of reporting was inauthentic and if he ever had to act that way, he’d surely quit.

It just wasn’t who he was.

Really, the comparison between you two was sort of insulting for him.

If nothing else, it was a blow to his ego but none of that mattered after what happened with the Daily Globe.

No one would let him work solo again, which was how you’d ended up here in the first place. Both his colleagues and the general audience seemed to think that the two of you would make a perfect pair.

For some reason, the man in question couldn’t keep his mouth shut and needed a babysitter out in the field so that he didn’t make a fool out of everyone at The Eddie Brock Report.

That was something you couldn’t and wouldn’t allow.

In all honesty, the only thing you and Eddie seemed to have in common was the fact that you didn’t quite care for the other, but you didn’t get much of a choice in the matter. Jack made it perfectly clear that Eddie Brock was your meal ticket, and you couldn’t rightfully toss that away.

You loved your job, and you were good at it, so if you had to take care of the man child that was Eddie Brock for a while, you would do that. All you had to do was keep a tight lip and get this whole thing over with.

Once the interview with the Life Foundation was over, and you got paid, you could request a transfer.

It wasn’t like working with him for a few months was going to kill you. Though, he was definitely going to challenge that notion.

This morning, for example, he was already more than an hour late for your meeting.

“Nice of you to join us, Mr.Brock” you sighed, turning around to find Eddie standing in the doorway, finally. He was meant to be here at eight am sharp, just like the rest of you, but evidently, he was too good for that.

Not that you had been expecting much more than that from him.

After all, if he was all that good at his job and showing up when he was supposed to, you wouldn’t be here in the first place. 

Whether Eddie realized it or not, he had developed quite a reputation in all the time he’d been on the air.

At this point, you weren’t even sure if anything he did was going to surprise you. You knew exactly what you were dealing with when you signed up for this.

What he was doing was incredibly unprofessional.

Not only did it make your life more difficult for the time being, but more than anything, he was just getting on your last nerve.

It was like he didn’t even realize that his job depended on how well this interview went. The Life Foundation was a monster of a company, and Carlton Drake had incredible influence over what happened in this city.

If this interview went poorly, it would reflect negatively on both of your careers.

You couldn’t let him ruin this for you.

Still, even from where he was standing in the doorway, terribly late and under-prepared, Eddie couldn’t have cared less about the obvious weight of this assignment.

“How are you already mad at me, I just got here?” he hummed, not even bothering to look at you as he sat down on the other side of the table, a teasing smile on his face. 

You two had only ever been around each other a few times, and never under such terms.

You just didn’t know what to expect.

In your entire career, you had worked with plenty of other people but you had never encountered anyone like Eddie Brock. He was as stubborn as an ass and arrogant even when there was no reason to be.

It just didn’t seem like this was going to work.

If anything, you and Eddie brought the worst out in each other, and because of that, you were sure that this whole thing wasn't going to work. 

Having the two of you work together didn’t make any sense, and you couldn’t imagine anyone would think it would work out.

All in all, working with Eddie was a terrible idea.

“You were supposed to be here two hours ago” you reminded, doing your best to keep a level head. It was becoming clear that if anything was going to get done here, you were going to have to be the one to take control of this.

One of you had to be an adult about this.

If you knew anything about Eddie, he was likely just doing this whole thing to get under your skin, but this wasn’t about that. He had a job to do, and you weren’t going to let him get out of it.

After all, he was the reason you were in this position in the first past, and he wasn’t going to bring you down because of his big mouth.

You had a lot riding on this too.

“Honey, I’m the talent. Last time I checked” he laughed, looking between the rest of the people in the room as if to verify, not that anyone wanted to get into it between the two of you. 

Most of them had worked with you before, and had a lot of respect for you, but that didn’t mean they wanted to go against Eddie either.

He had a reputation as a bit of a drama queen and wouldn’t hesitate to throw a bit of a tantrum regarding whatever happened here.

“Oh, you’re right, I’m so sorry. How could I be so dense? I actually expected the talent to show up” you grumbled back, folding your arms across your chest. You were frustrated, of course, but there was no way he was being serious.

First of all, Eddie wasn’t the talent.

Neither of you were the talent, that was the whole point. He did his job like he was playing a game, or just messing around, like the job itself didn’t matter. In fact, you didn't even think he understood how serious this was.

Clearly, this was all a joke for him.

“Woah, we’re a little snippy today, aren’t we?” he jabbed, still keeping that casual air about him as he antagonized you. There was this snide attitude about him, something that showed you just how much he was enjoying this.

He thought it was funny.

“I’m not, actually. I just give a damn about my job, something that I’m sure you couldn’t understand” you huffed, deciding that you needed to just take care of this yourself. 

Obviously, you were going to have to figure this out if you wanted to get out of this without completely throwing away your entire career.

Having this conversation with him wasn’t worth anything, and it certainly wouldn’t make the Life foundation interview go any more smoothly.

Without missing a beat, you started gathering your things and stuffing them into your bag. 

You had been sitting here for far longer than anyone ever would have for an appointment and seeing how Brock was acting now, you realized just how much of a waste that was.

This really was a mistake.

However, once Eddie realized that you were planning on leaving, the arrogance that you had seen before started to fade away. Whether he liked it or not, he knew that he needed you and if you didn’t help him on this, he wouldn’t have a job.

The only way he got to do the Life foundation interview was if he did it with you by his side, and he needed it.

After everything he’d messed up as of late, he needed someone to take a chance on him so that he could prove himself to everyone who didn’t think he could do it.

“Hey, hold on!” he called, a light jog closing the space between the two of you, where you were now walking away from the meeting room. You had no desire to talk to him, of course, not after how he was acting, but you did stop.

You didn’t move to look at him or ask what it was that he wanted, but you stopped moving so that he could get out whatever it was he was so determined to say.

“I’m sorry if I struck a nerve, I just don’t know how this whole thing is supposed to work out. You know as well as I do that the Life Foundation is a fraud” he sighed, his words little more than a whisper through his teeth.

The truth was right there.

You were a journalist and while he may not have had a ton of respect for you in general, he knew that you could see it. Anyone who had been doing this as long as you had couldn’t possibly be blind to what was going on.

Drake was killing people, and the fact that you were still willing to go through with this interview as if he wasn’t just proved everything that Eddie believed about you to be true. 

You were just another spineless icon without any morals or ideas of your own.

It wasn’t real journalism if you hide the truth.

“Even if that was true, you don’t have any proof. How are we supposed to prove it?” you asked, unsure what he was getting at. You wouldn’t be surprised if there was something wrong with Carlton Drake and the mammoth foundation he’d created.

What he was suggesting was much more than just the usual drama that came along with hiring Eddie Brock but when you looked him in the eye, you noticed that the usual mischief in his eyes was nowhere to be seen.

He was serious.

Wherever this was coming from, Eddie seemed to believe what he was saying.

“I don’t know, but I know that something is wrong and I think we need to figure out what it is” he tried, finally going for broke as he stood in front of you, acting like a crazy person.

By all accounts, you should have turned around and walked away. He was paranoid and completely determined that he was right, in a way that only someone who’d lost their mind would be. However, you couldn't help but believe him

As much as you disliked Eddie on principle, you had a lot of practice figuring out if someone was lying and you knew that whether he was right or not, he believed what he was saying and was telling the truth.

Now, all that was left to do was figure out if there was any truth to his wild claims.

“Give me a few days to ask around. We’ll meet up at the start of next week to talk, but don’t make me wait again” you decided, confident that if he was serious about this, he would show up at the right time.

After all, if he was right, you’d be risking your own career on this.