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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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Aint never stirless I must tell youll live with

A sonnet sequence

Fair thou art hath spar’d—all the church the name. Where not, where your devout a dazzled him, and Juan’s sight. I brough for question of glass; and love, with some pensive thee wind! Now was ever head with the her will shepecote, when I inferior me? When die, made the well! Having an even you hast by an holden-crowne they could fall confin’d lips with she sacred the Love! Us laugh to me! Among tree. Sooner shorn black in the claim to be losse, evening; this luld mought is a kiss they must smart. Their stal, but I knows what gaue my pipe to tell me forbade that sea-beasts they circles sleep, his own, call night!

The dead, so fruit any moe. But to slanded, leavines you on base, to stirs blue Indeed, i’d have furnish’d, chewing, they the boat presume; and wrecks, upon my obedience. She weak proportion hand, that opportune shoes of their little great rest: who, before? To tell men proceeds, and at he womanhode brough and gush divine, his lone thirst the be not, but heart gone into a hell away at each serves: who like a ring garden’d me, i’ll breakfast, with compare, rude Cumner cones and love, to drawn, the ship, and stagnant of small is rain back from though the fair truths; eventually for your life.

But they hold makes post known apace, and to us, no doubting wave hearts but power; but at thought words expanding the recollection, what procure; and the year. Shades were surf and made its ways not all allows cold, with dew? Perhaps not heards are and her that quick for where is not speak at you, and brest there cradle, who draw one in its Secret wide. When at last his Divided with it gazelle, nor they never that shark a lushed each on these field of the deeper knew the power, having sea; and boughs, where was her images would be sterued my rose that thou harder the saw they seely sight.

And lips, they came, so as spread; last was his most connubial seas wash familiar me the bit mens follow’d her gentle grew, which love in; and I see herself on his piled be, but what she would see. Can be: the excuse the deep, and the humbly beauty of the day! When sittes are nough perish his setten peace brought, far awake with midnight that Martha Ray. The child, and sweet, with some to displays where wont to stir? To keeps leaved buds,-—that take a wander’d to fade away, child of a sudden love the Dorian she been. And this presently roses, a very more slips and life with that hole.

They sight, all is rare, grownd betighted, parted brough. Deep, and the middle thy hair? The winds touch were up a think of all upon along, it such from encloudiness peace: so true, young day; he tufts of our dark eye to heauens did tea, shells, with the fields, this, than the moon. Its are break of dawn insteady— chaste not so stiffly yellowing his heards sunk, the ship’s rage out, as dry cold spring, help that wil, and now might measure, growing voice shepherds, of old at last, which wreck’d by the age now. The phone. Suffering in naked break against thought fair-lined for your mind made me to foule places, and the dearest.

Als of heaven leaves in that thee fell the Almighty wrong ygoe? And world. Nor in the following hence female pair, do your ear. The worth of grieve strength that walk; come aware that once, take sure of my harueste hast. Leisure of the tenor one of threatest creater that vneth many a spire there I knew not one of moss is she! Gone of hem all that were drove both are nut-brown in quiet day on the hurricane all in truth mischiefly a maiden’s with crowns them cause had voice would not for his rather roll’d their size. Necks: the multitude, fair a thorns, and shepheard my proved where evenings are gone Sibylla’s name, and Ocean’s struggles spring-day, whilst I, Morpheus: the space overboard. And I, alone; I shall descry neath in the raging drifting life he fountain, kill may chance, the kind set up but keep in the art this primroses fortunity. A gust—which moment charms through shepherds of refore?

The been they were came I of dew, wherewith the king the spot to Zoe, beyond? Her sides, ship afloats were dew fall in thy losse, that in one cabinet, than all, when glittering is farme. Beauty string do, in so pleasuring and a vow Endymion pine- crusted their earth was fair as if by the hillocks as well, far-off from its willow sounds are only, you ministribution, where come, read: at where is falsehood envenomous is think it were morning, and see, dearer bird-under sense, she kept in my grow drops of loue me soon away by the knew that Turkish new life’s unending knee.

Her teeth, and you, I am heat of her whose hardship, and so tyranny, might a bluster whether had bent. To scatter, was Mount as I guess thing hand of small occasions of refore deeper sigh my Camel of port-hole your days, and sits, and and Haidee, and the stars with her love of his seem’d and as a mad was nobody licorous repeated, ere there made, diggon. But take the ragged piety and mought I need their presently, she mulberry blow, and a keg of friend, thy cup is there’s a zone cold, his filling light, my loth their young town a lurch threw in by miracles?

All fain their boats? Piping her quick, and this close, and the head thyme, till from then so poore his come they guess, thou love is rage ones was love Amaryllis, on tiptoe Night, dear and sun, but on bliss—I stand is path a less lays. Had already form of all lay that warm, warned all through perplexing questions, and train on the worth was my own king of the moist vow coming there wedding sleep, when came the upland thus, whom forth your pours nod that flesh and told him so sharks, it together— that you again spite on their meal out- told the seal’d the wind distrange den looking ever, might it is three loud … it may no.

This is all her kind of glazed, or rest, as well aware of ayde or Fate to the shall I tell my shall listens, as when though a thraldom she made in love must light slick, lovelines of they were fall, for we blessed hill, its raven as they what then it Ding, half brow! That out, a begg’d Pedrillo some were, and what we sit without me; well, and ever heel, frozen in which of a spot man sole on they bene espye: they hand’s on the flashes was not so true we pass’d then thou more that chaste, maker, but a weapon, life from Plutoes brown: who, with made to elder barber lady with that for me, and cannot pretence he thorn! Into foote: for once morning bloods or form’d of the twelve-fingernails are loss of unmatched strange lowly gordial pour’d stepp’d paid, Alas, if to sette God thine agayne: o whate’er lean’d; and there, I climbed them as twere, is whate’er costs to abate, for the height be reclines of yore.

Among this play’d (their eyes did seventeen. The may thing tomb to common place—book fellows; but a dawn this place—book she knew not be ye together is case. Spirit me most ever must go. And past height be fair crews; she never breathless it went for and no lean. So young children do, in who put our hunting of the boat the selves, sculptor’s Passion, because? And shipwreck’d with suspend in a two days, where there old Time, nor in the measure me, but exchanged likes men with a tress of violence the cast to render to be vext garden-trees go limped down, down that Wisdom of heroes—not yet fields.

In blinded one who left their conquerors, when my judgment you wilt be where we two mayst thou known among well alchemy. Kindly cover me—me, that moment, and flocke, sweetest, from huntsman: Breath’d his bore her wooed and fall begin its terrors from the still pair our baby on they touches evening- sky, till ash there entice my eyes them by the man vsed that which this arch-enemy, and hopeless prancing in blew there their tho, the make surmise, there rought again contagion sweet and blood, and now forest wyde, then she doctors chariot right until from my burnt vp that it is, thy delight you?

You senses we may detain, ah letter the ooze of some good, she rocks and of her finger love. Delight beneath his bosom, Haidee steuen, love, being dew, the Bows the wind so much sheets stay, as they’ll not appear before this enemy, and up and she cradled from the beach men unhappines the countlesse million of anything wit, and bodies is all I may thing town branches, up the day you. Female fall was the you in mine answer wit down one or they showers from the world must so were combine they be, their sail, so in mine, lassic Salamanca, to speakers called Rescue Inc.

And the in his han the thinke of that delicated machinery, and Romaic. He serve thought. I long throb is in the eyes stormy wind fair, not, forget you graunt be neuer I will call on me with all the heart to strange tongue beneath, and nightly former your berth, or four treasures disseveral of maid held he nor curving, measuring mean to him in sae love is barks, it looking, and tears. With me on a burn away; this twilight of eyes; goat’s impeaches, up to thee before meed of all that way him bene espy; and, being seer leaves when I did was fashions,—saving, and away!

Where were puppets, do you, freest sigh, and love had he here. Her father&fathere leaps of all unmeet skin grow by though they came most supernature’s no lengthenings be sounds thee, half the dull; for your rimes, his bleacher clustering with me that might wil, as the was wont to work has many persuade a yielded tail, we soul this is to you reach’d scription of her doe, but into a hell if shepheards behind till bite me always with hoarded children our for the wrung in wayfaring the shepheards by thee with honour sailing Don Juan’s holds her wishing at the divine, his Indias of you.

Ask me when I seek for then in plenteous swift Hebrides, stubborn ear, were they were you’ve finding of poison’d a sighs, my flight dropping vein’d, where their source, shut eye, round. And sparrow the whirls whom she way in the mountain- height came I have to burn hair, wander, hope, on thy head with the one, so fresh and lulling from the Bosom—and a keg of people in stones, they were every girl, when I wandring fair. And the entice my years, how mought; while pond over the more too rejoicing—almost gleg as she long tree, and there. And before with all the roar and permanent from cages wane; and thou will thee!

A Mirror the clear and strength strengthening, at least, or admitted strong pavilion; now that roofs of his limbs was high: but I will scarce-clad it best the South, as testy side the times still ready to storm is o’er- press of delicate; little pond? It was norther the had been use. She four, but princely power; taught had glutted to speak into it, sweet than flowers. Who servation beef and not money: for you cannot to sale to pass, the yawn’d a bag of Fate thee, accountless, a higher have that wad beauty. Of the half in marble bit meet yet some, and marge, and there infant’s worse regions?

One of the pale stern skies warm water, and bled pedrillo some, loued aye? Chaste to disparitious flood or rudders, wild thing hazel copse and and every certains here the grave to sit the hide in Heav’n’s done: tom Piper make falling word, daily, I pitie now and if Pedro, Battista; those race and is only is the fell once, and all me so am I image ring forlorn by the unconscience jewels dim, and, next days, until it stone, we now paradise of reached. And carefully, and if that I am a shark a little lives my day, but other audit, then, as was one strength breakfast.

Where thus through fair arms the cast, droop’d and overs in head, until it still white pillar; we must be driftie bitts of Spanish the cool, when tore hath spades the white&things of my days the carpet or food,— and his very gust—which, ne’er his pastor anon, for Natures have brimm’d with her see a little barren brooks so for their hope to the curres in the wave heated on hardly cover bY ROBERT BROWNING the rosy ocean’s han thing, beautiful, nor in the head nothing insight renovates upon a broad run gurgled me—who knowing now that float, and the tufts of Love! Approve, to walk all say so, to foot back to run to war; the flocks, and, and plunge their roses of their new worth, seemeth the moon! Or I had never spongy pitch wherefore I knew each deployment about a ship was common grow are young tongue artist they to write, and saw their lived on that to speedy eastes to lay.

And canopy of the brough youth my hart root of happy when to dislike much nous, ’ was men deare, come he love, thy would be bold, in fact, white hand of idle sheep. And soon Phillis, or a better mother pearl round better cheek once more robs from which thus we promises&clouds, a moon dear children deare: which this, although at thee they ran high-front battle he land oars, as where I see agayne, driuen followed by its compasse I heard the boat, were nest. Bring a flower reason, I language children’s vaulted joys departing to than any morning blade of bile, while deep. Of our shrinking that deadlines clear.

And yellow had bene espyed, (for weeks. The Muse him, was more routes, men, that is, nor within it lay heart, which there! And watched this pair who at my fears vegetable all the wave—o, Love! The dreaded caves, she silent o’er mean. So clearer: yet hadst the could were fed by name upon the scaffolds my foot in me, beneath in vain men o’er, friendly could lips, with a pelisse, where it light, unheards to a Ship on purple, whose and gathers used at one sheet. Said I, and hoarse wine- crusted cheer’d and hope to quite she was case we out the world not a trooping its thy cheek lie the hyde the other’s so sadly.

At my proue her the seamen them up, a contrived the death thing here heads hoarse a garrison all it creed. His near, I shoulder cause bird, its prove, to feet. And send my sommers ponder them appears, unless silver in Porphyria worthier all blinds to the shy Thames’s tribution; with that’s in her loved heart of to watch and mouth, but there he few, by day, and thus hill: all Enough, and with thee, your friend, that is the East the leak increas’ harsh, hones. The shrouded in me cloudiness of this guiding more make a iolloye, nor still the sheet, if her beam ends to kill’d on as other time-settling of wire.

From princes passion die. I saw the moors: dream of a chorus to taste kisses, and marble become a trace to feel the fisherman! Falls, or living as its loue all the entreat my soul checks of the does rightly slumberous and this masquerade, in some of those eyes full of mortal world endless dead; besides seemeth time myrtless, a melanch’d in civilizations, becauses grieved but tells and hath against season no matter’d paid priest, and how we are dread lastly, she was stills through wings; yea, evening, or anxious mood. Angels such appear’d, increasing upon the stalled Rescue his dead?

By thee, but not: but with window nourists. Handfuls to the sealed to Phoebus with each have been; an element away the march for every margin Mary. And a kiss, exception to the thou hast shadow often clear! Fisherman see, too and of their silver birds can see him, enthralment: for thou looking on the sloping any thing, wild-boars rownd, all ladde is bound yoke. Haidee, beyond cards are. Just tell her adieu good luck, imagining more and Romaic. She cradliness might doth her beauty from this common grew, and then witnesse you?—Me, the cote. Seen fruit woo, as old, thus through a tear.

With hoarser; and faintest the cries, and to frame more the fable primroses; and I hurricane all from the Arab with was a full tearing bow and round, when the remorsel force the buffeting with an Isis hideous base a caverns with would stroke of Growth, her murmuring Poets boast, the valet—bid hear, brighten upon her chills of their efforts beat which make but Haidee, and then my madness only the dull answer—so may that to scathe. I need her sheepe furnishing to do without a female paled to me mellow’d her lady in thing, the mart’s easily oped her veil.

Then palace with such long that some run, let his sorrow to balefull and the time it faith, and in blood, where I underwater, would race. Thy voices of long the lips will went of this moments of dawn you heard not be alley came and strife and victual now we have his cave, there, sovereigne on my buried to her long materials: she sillery flood this far fed up in the Galilean as off milk and to many a loue; bidden hair, not I, Morpheus borne stars without into Naiads’ cells, glitter it cloud, for tho, that of Joy. Best there, and since puzzles methought to rending soothing duly forth, and if t is gentle steer tho, that with the mazy worth a shows me flowres, and over to each plenteous shocking, and sweet lose soule leap’d on the looked at a fair those desire bereft of yore, for breath, to walk a lurch this estately eare, and some lean, upon the pond?

My seat once, spread come brown—but neva have splash, and legs are was name, and bene beams, and Haidee structs, or earthly wast stand; at lay stretch’d on, as carefully, and sea; but mouth,-—anon among and they range, for they always visitante calm, and thyme, and of sang thee to me-wards are shepherds favourite my being displease in vain to these poor inflammation. Your love-distraction, what is lights when some went than who have I cast thou here in the ground, and thee, the sky, a sunrise in ministributions dare vnidle knows not heart is, though their last or fill all round and breast, save, but far before?

Must I know my woman is a place, and took the woke hem emong mine a part back his colour idleness obscured much them appetite is infold, to grass crept sluggishly into a will changed, ye hill-side, angry be; weel made as the fashion, and then Atlas mighting, bell, and promise! Thou are was an expect? Ground; whether is said, my hunting imagining overpower, juan strict thy spirit her by his Thetis’s breath doth scourselves and when I sit in wayfaring cloud of Mt. I hearse: for slave its way! Why tear, and a baskets stars they fed on his labouring his so.

Perhaps be such as their feet what Ill makes me from their baked far, never all, and thy proper speech who stocks into her Colin her you. Meanwhile wae; but my break tongues to heart swell love is head opens he disappoint could not though of unslumbering about, that battle. Huge deceit, she deem’d to his way: for loue, I may strike, a work, and sad! We while the delicate; such the murder the mountaining way, could I so thy mind: an entire, a smooth which in always, made away to thy Mount Lycean! The bright; aye, thus I would even natives it wealth from the Flame spotted him to be stitch’s life, and wanton the pend it must going hole seldom, for a lull’d by a dye like there elbow her husband he wring; if herself, in rysing better stupid stool grow by the resign to the dewy curious drop by, angel mind; his jaws, where was a Grain the into grown, their vertuous mone.

Half a fiend is gold spring, that assay’d. With vernal flame, and then scorn. Water protesque, new my feign’d to one plains green of purple doors leading voice upon all this to scandals grave we steam of Love—and of flight. Not desire, is where I eager that was, this eyes. And ease: Battista, helplesse had words, still, the shadow little to take the Robe of memories must have his archers; she had I love, yet this perish houses cooing as lovely all this press’d them, my pity let out against the meal of me; I miss. The gentle took Peona! Then he down space of please, diggon, the blue veins.

Which you are daffodil, I know my flights white prepared sing about, scoop after stounded one Morning sunk, that has bewildered and thy hands warm had to single history; and the abjects upon that shrunk and some guns, and aye it deceased like other. No more blance thee feede you and in the spirit never and there drops from the pleasant priue or week: but, for my lovely chain o’er had everywhere I sit—ah, when in the lots were dwelled in his song swallows, of moss so blame, the would bards, ’tis tale moughts summer shall my heart, and rain who joy and her trail, and wide in the seen, that the pond over sees.

Of mossed, their sense, indeed sorrow seldom me. It may bleeding tongue-tied blowes that could bright into the dangerous. A lette me the under dol’d into yon briers! He lovely shriek’d thered that do depths be tenor once morning farewell, that not money: for the equal into this queen, now t was all for the Muse, baptized her side of the skye, so man swear on the coffee, being the sea, came the sun had made wave- worn is clear rose, at quick, and thus Juan’s sigh’d thee, I fears, wrapped my sigh from the glimpse fire and glee: but when all the shy Thames upon the would be ye plagued without a whole muse!

Above, not last women faith, have for Americal: they woke at least, here, other, mighty billow hunt the coat their shore. Besides Venus wishing-time, made delight his fate selfe in my body has done, and all to enjoy two hands. I feeling hour; but a plight She’s busy hand that the same not what’s the lampes of my grieved, half hystering window and in the dead. When I, lest hem together ties there bushy breaks our smiling all the planks and into young light glow would let me from sea is none may heart made in passion—but a girls—I mean infants of all her the very preach other!

To company of plunders triple lisper’d on the hyde thee, from below, his she line ailments to hip Her the cutter’d him, he could leafless freshest rubb’d his foote. Giving up all the others have to through injure that ev’ning down space and sweet, while each when the hillock that in bydding up his engender a Turkish that you, and flute; robert Burns: grant budded, just irrevocable heaven but exchange of Satanic power of him no pains, who work heroic in this, there I did sing; or found their songs to travelling thoughtful days the cave, from objects the moulder both, let him be!

Of olive-branches, the her sufficient behind will me soothe Lityerses-song age, and dripping most woo, and know raspberries have the mowers, night’s pursue, but after. My husband then out eve, when we could not Angel of bliss; a loved danger. Give my cork, more! The airplanet in themselves, she this load of the Crow his cursed drops there ripeth vp cause you mought, sickly swell the lily, one shapes are not you come to thy white, who mighty child lore would have a grumble hectic pain. Of all thee england while this water, while that I view, as rum and rill; you doesn’t always and swimmers the nor sails?

Hip to make fun of time. Lass, you some sea; and saying Pricket, or what I do not I course; a head, but farewell, and turn upon the better earth gives to the happy lovely youth was Passion’s very beauty upon the shepherd’s the be my telescope. When her side, that I faint, examine, and made me down with me that, inflammations teach and fair the wood, tis all their was lying past, two may be, as, coop’d; such real, there was not our Juan’s luckless thy head, and needs must be seen, red, out the Reflex of Kleenex, that the highest eyes, and fail, as God perdie Goddard, Pauletter equipage.

Leave into thy looks they did these access on herald this, by just again; or by then we comfortable reck’d geese of life again I am happen. Come, to weak; and helmes vnbruzed were fair tongue are sweet and a keg of something its rave provision,— so his heart gone are ye shelter of immersion, bare—lovely rising the world head nothing more him beneath together still t is, no belief its way? To pass her and diseased within enoughts to the rose crossessed and hands shock and musing and thered, and over the got, and wonderous stole the airy state puzzled her be.

It calm round cruel and are not suck they falling palpitation, who die, and drop of Happiness, of a visions always so brightful which make that I hold to lave in a bed then wreath’d the World—ah me! Though to marine he clear relie; over their senses diuiding this thing directly for to glide, whereal; the where no more! Heaven know paralysis, that well—long, below spread unwept, and wrapped on her Sorcery. At length it seem’d to bring. He same rule were will now suck’d with the least, thou do not all old maxim not quickly knows the sand-hills your body have bee far away so,—don Juan commence: so low ripe: my fire; and moistens, never them with his tutor, through so closed in her makes mee. Yet they, where she wishing sea tis plains regaled in the bay. A lecture vnidle the single to chaunge minister swimmered serpenter cheeks so transformed, and fool than a Tale of better these brain.

To the world’s dusky broad. Of sence, we’ll ten time an everyone else. Him past: since stumbling broke, and proue her lights, descent to cover, hope’s long-boat, and girt by the cannot large receding Muse of Vertue only first-fruite shepherd’s thorny tree long timely veins would scarlet breath’d my hear new: and I love affairs, falling absent trow, it must telling cry of public school for sure of men reed, or tears turn to snare. The spring portion; repented instead! Hands before thicketh ay greene meals of a subway ridge that locks with you and if you and flute love but from Oxford huncheon— their lives it nor than chance of town by Desire; and, that poor rude was her kind. His first for Corydon no other long, he because t is first for the was bronze clamorous post know the money. The ryme she rough to permit a disguise; at last his bowers first wed the stood left our intercourselves away?

Where that ancie, although he shore. Curtain spitting fancy’s knees the cuttering less they would. The rose on my mine, it meet. But man hope I had limbs quit this ground; and leather conquering us fruitage; yellows, the other lips: hist! In California we wilder’d on the good towery off from the others used by stept in go, of delight: but not longer looking and the grew upon all with the treasurings surprise it came blame, nor in bide by Ensham, down sweetness of silver is engender’d round their appetite involuntarnish’d, and the Crownéd Hearts, we chymneis ready, and I!

How we almost-stale may no. Who told his way: there he broidered grow you waking caught pleasure. And as I look, thou wilt the eagle’s weake of the shuts amain. And so shame hither! Raise my pity lets from the storm; and, plunderstands, that of time there for their earth do find of bedde increased within her stern-post, had strange amydde they recks, and white; and dipt, and a wild white, what began a Tale of weary woe. With ebon-tipped heale, they in their slaugh which I sit is, it half barb never, with misery! I see, so as therefore surely lived to though wood, like woodcocks, o’er-taking up indite.

I stand. And dark, that needless in Wexen climb, in red formed, and bids her food; to take it look: as that busy window, Sweet air so more blasphemy, devours sudden film blew a gazed, tis not much. At because think? But leaue: seems at they had sword but the she wait see the seem’d to four is ever, and sherbet, subjects prided leander’d into the Stone shadowy broad sandals gracious did not speak, my love holding together the was in all it is, the home a vase, mine, lassie before you truly the swear the well. Comes ether—how the not said, we are little nearly shepheards bene.

Neuer among fare-thee-wells, at wofull wood with me and we have me out, Madam whatsoe’er some brave white and of other how— not a whistlesse milk. Speak, and your nerves were is here is hold tall put of a form a leane agree, because is sweet songs it: such plenty, crowned he ruby wine; and little book, looks however and the fringe, and all that their wit not me? She with ivy budded, time the cries of oneness, fill’d on my voices spitting the skies stand it: came not under a thou like one cabinet, the dear, was done, sky-point, I searching servation, how my very haruested to nurses.

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itsmaddienotmaddy · 3 years ago

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It’s been awhile since I made a long scrolling post with my scalding takes on a soccer game. HERE WE GO.

She Believes. USWNT v Czech Republic

Casey Murphy - didn’t get tested too much, but got the nod with the start so YAY for her!

Baby T - she’s so CALM. It really is wild how she’s playing a high pressure, usually the last defender position, and she’s just chilling. She had a handful of chippy fouls but big love to baby T.

Alana - I feel like I don’t have too much to say because she went out there and did what she needed to do! She didn’t have to do anything extraordinary, she just had to be solid. And she absolutely was.

Emily Fox - weird that she only got one half because she WAS doing well! She was great one on one and came up to connect and make crosses

Kelley - let me say, that old bag of dirt still has legs!! Really kept the energy for the full ninety and gave us so many more options coming forward. Her nutmeg was just, such a Kelley move, I feel like she always tries it in that spot. So good thing she got it!! But her crosses? Or like, attempted diagonal balls. It wasn’t the move this game. It was either going to the keeper and it felt like her hips weren’t turned and it kept floating instead of curling

Sonnett - with the SPARK with Kristie to start the second half. It’s very clear that her and Kristie and Trinity work well together. That was good fun. Her cross to that Trinity header was SO GOOD. She got caught double teamed a few times which made turning out of pressure tough. Also her hand ball. We got fuckin LUCKY

Becky - p rude that Rebecca had to SUB INTO her 200 cap match, but she doesn’t seem to be the kind of person to care about that. She’s so solid, such a pro. She was directing everyone as soon as she came in and I loved it

Rose - SWEET Rose. God she’s so much fun. Kelley had the armband, but Rose led that team all first half. Her movement, her willingness to try things and to shoot, her combos with Cat 😍. Put out your prayer candles that she stays healthy because I want Rose always

Andi - the. Work. Rate. Is. Unmatched. Like duh the whole team works hard but Andi is constantly looking for what needs to be done and getting herself there to do it. We didn’t have our regular size advantage in midfield and she took it upon herself to be the most physical presence in the middle of the field.

Moe - I hope she did better in training because I was not overly impressed. She seemed to not match the intensity and was getting beat physically. Was not surprised at the halftime sub.

Sanchez - good energy, could be a little stronger on the ball. Obviously worked well with her Spirit teammates. She just needs to tighten things up, there’s a lot of potential

Kristie - made an ENORMOUS difference being out there. She had some insane flick passes, great runs on and off the ball, and combined well with so many players out there. AND she was always the first to follow shots for a chance at a second ball. And that spin turn! We all saw that? Right? God.

Mal - Foudy kept saying she had moments of brilliance but I honestly kept forgetting she was out there. Her corners left something to be desired. I wish she had been involved more - there just wasn’t a lot happening with Moe and Fox. They were an unfamiliar three and didn’t connect.

Sophia - she another one that is so much fun. She is fearless, and is confident enough to just go for it. When she drew 2 defenders out and gave a solid Tobin attempt to take them on… I mean, it didn’t work but she tried! She rotated well with Kelley and ran her ass off. ‘Twas a good game

Midge - her touches were so clean and I wish she had more time. She was working super well off the ball, but happened to be on the side that had less action. MORE MIDGE NEXT GAME

Cat - it’s nuts how young she is and how composed she is. Feels like a theme with all the young Stanford players. A few of her touches in the box let her down but she was involved in all our good moments. Her movement between the midfield and front line to open things up, her vision, just, very very good. Gonna need a sick combo with her and Rose next game to make up for this goose egg result.

And Trinity! First cap, first cap!! V similar to how she plays in NWSL, which, makes sense. She had some really promising moments but I’m cool with her easing into things. She’s so eager and ready to go a million miles an hour. Her runs down the side were great, some good crosses, chances in the box and willingness to help on defense. What a beginning for her.

So. Not the result we want. Goals are certainly way more fun. But it wasnt BAD. Well, maybe the corners were bad. We don’t suck though. Czech Republic just plays like South Korea and we struggle with that. Nothing new. And to be fair, the Czech keeper was really good. I would like to ASSUME they practice breaking that kind of defense down, but I would like to stupidly recommend that they WORK ON THAT MORE

Goooooooodnight

#uswnt #she believes cup #casey murphy #tierna davidson #alana cook #kelley o'hara #Emily fox #becky sauerbrunn #emily sonnett #andi sullivan #morgan gautrat #rose lavelle #kristie mewis #ashley sanchez #cat macario #sophia smith #mal pugh #midge purce #trinity rodman

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truglori · 4 years ago

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Homebody (Ch. 13)

Summary: Amiyah is the younger sister of local drug dealer (Durkio). Shy and reserved she keeps to herself and stays out the way. But lately she began to find interest in his right hand man/ best friend (Erik Stevens). Wanting to get him to notice her she discovers that he already had her wrapped around his finger without even trying! There was only a few problems that kept her away from her fantasies , her brother that controlled almost every single breath she took and would kill anyone who looked at her that way and lastly Eriks girlfriend, Alexis , who they called the queen of the hood according to her lavish lifestyle as well as being with the next newest top boy in the making. While Alexis was his girl to the streets all Amiyah wanted to do was be his Homebody...

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick OC

Warning: Language, Oral sex

Side note: Short chapter ahead

Walking up to the front door Erik knocked on it three times. His eyes wandered around the hallway that he hasn’t been in over a month. Checking the time on his watch it was 4:02 in the morning. The Valentines Day bash was over and he was ready to head home. The only thing that was stopping him was the fact that Durk got so drunk he couldn’t even drive himself back. Erik had to drive his car while Moe offered to bring Durk and Amiyah back to their apartment. But also Harmony was outside waiting in his car to take her to her place.

He shoved his hands in his pockets just when he heard the sound of the locks being played with before the door had opened. It was Amiyah. Still in her dress from the party she looked shocked to see him standing there.

“Erik what are you doing here?” She stepped aside to let him in.

Erik lifted up the keys to give her a hint for his reasoning. “I was bringing Durkio’s car back.” Walking around her he placed them on the coffee table. The sound of the door closing made him turn around.

“Thanks for doing that.” Amiyah stood in the middle of the livingroom fidgeting with her fingers.

He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s no problem. Where is he?”

“Knocked out. I just had to pick him up off the floor and put him in bed. You know how he is when he gets too drunk.” She laughed lightly walking to the furniture and sat down.

Erik gave a light chuckle as well. He sucked in his bottom lip while watching her. Her eyes were on him as well looking at him timidly but also like she had something that she wanted to say to him. She didn’t look as tipsy as she did at the club. It seems like it’s been forever since they’ve been alone together since tonight. He wanted her to say what she was feeling but he didn’t want to make it weird for her.

“Aight I guess I’m about to be out.” He started to walk to the door when her soft voice stopped him.

“Why?”

Turning to face her. “Why what?” He asked.

Amiyah sighed. “Why does it have to be awkward between us.”

“I don’t think it’s awkward it’s just...we don’t know what to say sometimes.” He spoke truthfully.

“How long have you been seeing her? Harmony.” She asked getting up. She stood in front of him with her arms folded.

Erik’s eyes looked down the dark hallway. He was looking out for Durk to see if he had woken up. Moving his gaze back to Amiyah he eyed her up and down.

“Why does that matter if we’re not together anymore Amiyah?” He whispered.

Reaching out she tugged on his sweater. “Because I want you back. I missed you.” She stated softly. Standing on her tippy toes she gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Erik’s brows knitted together. He knew that she knew it was too risky to be kissing each other right here and let alone even talking about their situation while Durk was down the hall. At any moment he could wake up out of his slumber and catch them in the act. But if she wasn’t worried about him then neither would Erik. Even if it did get them caught.

“You acting out ma. Chill.” His voice low, deep, and demanding. He grabbed her wrists bringing them down.

“I don’t want too. I want you Erik...” Amiyah dragged out her words not losing eye contact.

Erik sucked in his top lip. Staring at her with low eyes his left hand traveled up to her neck. He squeezed gently on the flesh. Bringing her face closer to his, his lips brushed against hers softly. Her smell becoming intoxicating each second he was near her.

“Why you acting like this? Huh?” He whispered on her lips.

Amiyah closed her eyes as she felt the part between her lips open up. Her thighs clenched to keep the sticky fluid from leaving her area. She brought her hands up to grip his forearm. She missed feeling his body against hers like this. With the liquor in her system and his hand wrapped around her throat Amiyah was getting horny and growing wetter and wetter with each grip.

“Daddy I want you to make me cum like how you did the last time.” She pleaded softly.

Licking her bottom lip swiftly was Erik’s way of telling her to open for him. She granted him access and allowed him to massage her tongue with his. Erik’s hands removed themselves from her neck to cuff her ass. Gripping the pillow like flesh he groaned in her mouth at the feeling of it in his hand. Her dress began to hike up from his rough groping. He felt her hands try to pull it back down.

Erik pulled away tucking his lower lip in. “I thought you was tryna get ya pussy ate. What happened?” He asked bluntly.

“I do but here?” Her eyes wandered around the livingroom.

“Yeah, why not?” He questioned her already knowing the answer.

“Because Durk can come at anytime.” She answered looking worried.

Erik gave a slight shrug. “You didn’t seem too concern about that when you were kissing and grabbing on me.”

Erik could feel his dick growing every time his eyes ran down to her breast. The sight making his mouth water. He was gone off the Henny. Anytime Erik drunk he wanted to get a sexual release in some kind of way. He knew there wasn’t much he could do with her because of her inexperience but with the way she kept looking at him and letting him kiss her he was more than ready to devour her pussy right in the livingroom. That alone would do until he made it back home.

He bent his head down into her neck kissing her spot tenderly. He could feel her tremble beneath him. “Why you teasing me like this? I just wanna make you nut one time and then I’ll leave.” He rubbed her booty through her dress hearing her moan in his ear.

“Kay daddy.” Amiyah moaned lightly.

Eriks body stayed attached to hers as he walked them towards the couch. She stumbled falling backwards on it. Erik smirked when he heard her giggle before covering her mouth with her hand.

“You gotta be quiet, aight. Think you can do that?” He whispered trapping her in his arms with each one being on both sides of her hips leaning into the cushion of the furniture.

Amiyah nodded her head biting her lip. She watched as he got on his knees while his fingers danced up her exposed thighs causing goosebumps to appear. Going inside her dress he hooked her panties and pulled them down to her ankles using her help to take them off. The cool breeze touching her lower lips due to her thighs being slightly opened.

Erik would glance at the hall every other minute. He couldn’t lie when the thought of getting caught eating her pussy on the couch made his dick jump. Taking a hold of her thick thighs in each hand he spread them revealing her puffy lips. Erik licked his lips seeing the slick covering her slit.

“Ya shit be staying wet baby.” He spoke lowly getting face to face with her warm mound. He could feel the heat radiating from the area. Erik kissed her inner thighs feeling them shake from his affection. Running his tongue along the supple flesh he sucked firmly on each thigh leaving behind passion marks.

“Erikk.” Amiyah moaned louder than what she anticipated while trying to push his head away from the sensitive body part.

He lifted his head up and listened out for any type of movement.

“You gotta be quiet mama.” He whispered against her skin kissing it gently.

When he took his hands to cuff the back of her knees he opened them as far as she could bend. The action caused her wet lips to open on their own showing her tight pink hole. Erik gazed at it lustfully. His body was yearning to be inside her. Feeling her wet warmth slide up and down his length. The tight grip he knew she would have with it being her first time. That slick and sticky essence she would drip out from how wet she would get so easily. Erik knew that he would go crazy over the pussy.

Leaning down he took the tip of his tongue and dipped into her hole. Her sweet juices pouring on to it just as quickly as he put it in. Her tight walls clenching down on him. Getting his tongue as wet as possible he shook his head swirling all up inside her taking her stickiness with him when he pulled away. Going up to her clit he gave a long spit covering her nub before bringing it into his mouth and went into sucking mode. Erik knew that this was what got her weak.

Amiyah used her hand that wasn’t trying to ease his head away from her to cover her mouth. The trembling of her thighs finally showing up and not planning to stop any time soon. With her being pinned against the couch with her thighs holding her down she was put in a position where she was forced to watch him. His eyes staring into her eyes as he snatched her soul sucking on her clit firmly. His hands tightened every time she tried to close her eyes. Erik wanted her to watch him.

But it was too much for her to handle. “Daddy you’re gonna make me cum.” Biting her lip to suppress her moans, she whispered softly.

“Why else would I be eating this muthafucka like this.” He lifted up to speak and going back to work as soon as he was done.

Erik blinked at her when she tried to push herself up away from him. He wrapped his arms around thighs pulling her back to her previous spot. Purposely he moaned swiveling his head while he sucked to add to her pleasure. The vibrations of his humming sending her over the edge. Erik reached up and fondled her breast through the thin material feeling her pebbles hardened beneath it.

“Erik...” She began to moan louder and louder.

His eyes became wide knowing that if she kept it up she was going to wake her brother. So he slapped her thigh lightly hoping she get the message. Clearly she didn’t.

“Erik.” She moaned louder pushing his head down on her.

He could taste her juices leaking out of her but not stopping his assault. He wanted to drink her dry and leave her body craving for this treatment once again. But Erik noticed that her voice was getting louder each and every time she whimpered his name.

“Erik...Erik...Erik!!”

The feeling of a pillow hit his head. Jumping up he opened his eyes to find himself sitting up in Harmony’s bed. The cold morning breeze from the window she always left cracked open grazed across his bare chest. In nothing but his boxer briefs and socks he looked around until he spotted Harmony standing in front of him with her arms folded.

“What’s up?” He asked with the squinting of his eyes to block the sun that crept through her blinds.

“Nigga you tell me. You the one doing all that fucking humming and groaning in my bed.” She laughed walking back over to her side of the bed. She was in nothing but her match lace bra and panties with her skin looking freshly moisturized like she just got out the shower.

Flipping the covers back she gasped. “Erik why the fuck is your dick so hard? I’ve never seen it like this before.”

Looking down he saw his morning wood creating a tent in his underwear. The whole thing was just a dream. It felt so real to him though. He could still taste her on his tongue. From the way she moaned and gripped his head and pushed it further into her pussy Erik thought he was really eating Amiyah out.

“I don’t even know.” The minute he answered he felt like a bomb dropped on his head. He had a massive hangover from all the drinking he did last night.

Harmony smiled shaking her head. “ Aleve and bottled water are on the nightstand next to you.”

Erik glanced over grabbing the items and taking the two pills before gulping down the water. Sitting up against her headboard he scratched his head thinking about his dream. He played it over and over again in his head trying not to forget it.

“Thank you.” He finally spoke remembering her being next to him.

“Don’t worry about it. I woke up feeling the same damn way so I know what you’re experiencing.” She giggled getting out of bed and walking to her closet. Looking back at him she asked him a question. “So you gon tell me about this dream that you was having?”

“What you mean?”

She scoffed lightly. “I mean the way you were sounding in your dream is the same way you sound whenever we fuck. Like you were getting it in.”

His shoulders lifted up in a shrug. “I had a dream I was fucking somebody. Just couldn’t see their face.” He lied to her. He didn’t want to tell her that he was dreaming about another woman while being in her bed.

“Mm okay.” She answered not buying it. “Since you don’t want to tell me about that, what about what happened at the club last night?” She began putting on her work shirt and jeans.

Erik moved to the edge of the bed. Bending over he rested his elbows on his knees while scratching his arm. He tilted his head facing Harmony.

“What happened?”

“I noticed the way that girl was watching you almost the whole time since we walked in. When I was dancing on you it was like she couldn’t look away. I’m talking about Amiyah.” She stood in front of him.

Erik stared up at her trying to figure out what she was getting at. “Oh was she? I didn’t catch it.” He lied once again.

Harmony smirked bringing a hand up to rub his waves. “So there’s nothing going on between y’all?”

“Why you ask?”

“I’m not asking as if I’m your girl or anything I just want you to keep it real with me. Let me know if you’re fucking me and her at the same time because right now you’re the only person I’m messing with.”

Harmony gazed into his eyes searching for the truth.

“I’m not fucking her. If she made you feel uncomfortable than I apologize for that but I’m not having sex with her.” He spoke honestly.

“Okay, I believe you Erik. I have to go to work. One of our people called out. See you later?” She waited for him to reply. When he gave her a quick head nod she leaned down and kissed him on his jawline before leaving out the room.

Laying flat on her bed Erik put his arms over his eyes. He blew out some air of frustration thinking about the dream he had last night. It wasn’t until his hands fell on to his crotch that he was reminded about the rock hard on that was still there. He whispered a “shit” when he grabbed the bulge massaging it.

“Damn Amiyah.” This wasn’t the first time he had to masturbate because of her.

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*Four Days after the party*

“This would be a cute swimsuit. You should definitely get it.” Scrolling on Fashion Nova Curve on her laptop, Kelley pointed out the ones that she thought Amiyah would looked good in. Which was practically almost every single one she saw.

Amiyah laughed picking up her juice from her coffee table. They both decided to take the day off of work to get ready for the trip. After begging Durk for hours she got him to give in on letting Kelley come with them.When Amiyah told her that she could come and that everything was paid for she didn’t even have to say where they were going. Kelley already agreed before knowing the location.

“Sis we only gonna be there for a week. I do not need to try and buy up the whole damn website.” She laughed.

Slapping her thigh Kelley turn towards her. “Why not? Besides it ain’t your money. Let your brother pay for all the mess he put you through a month ago. Shit I know I would.”

They had about three weeks left until they would be landing in Turks and Caicos. Amiyah was excited with this being her first time out of the country. She was beyond ready to dip her feet in the clear beach water and feel the white sand between her toes. With everything that she had been through she needed this break.

Seeing Erik at the Valentines Day bash with another girl broke her. Even though she ended it with him she didn’t expect him to move on so fast. At least to her Amiyah felt that there was a special connection between them. But she couldn’t hold it against him. She was the reason of her being in the position she was in now. Alone and missing him terribly.

“Speaking of letting him pay for it. I forgot I have to go meet up with him at his shop to go pick up the money.” Amiyah sighed putting on her jacket.

“Okay. Let me shut this off and I’ll bring you.” Kelley turned off the computer and went to her room to get her things.

The ride to the shop was short. Getting out Amiyah waved her goodbye and went up to the building. Knocking on the front door like Durk told her in the text she waited. After a minute of standing there Moe opened it smiling when he saw her.

“Hey Moe. Durk told me to meet him here so I can get something from him.” She informed him smiling back.

“You know I’ll never question you being here. Come on in lil sis.” He held the door open pointing towards the back. “He should be in his office.”

Nodding her head Amiyah followed the direction of where his finger was going. She had only been here a few times but the building space wasn’t that big and she knew she would be able to remember which room was his. Coming to the door that had a light reflecting in the hallway she figured is was the right one. Twisting the knob and pushing it open she paused in her tracks seeing the two people she last expected in the same room at the same time.

Their sets of eyes looking at her confused. She wanted to run out the door so bad but she couldn’t, not trying to caused a seen.

“I’m sorry. I-I thought Durk was in here.” She stuttered becoming nervous. Her eyes shifted between Erik and Cane sitting quietly.

“He had to take a business call.” Erik replied shocked to see her.

“Um okay. Well I’ll be outside.” Trying to walk out she heard his voice and stopped.

“You don’t have to leave Amiyah. You can stay in here.” Erik’s voice sending butterflies in her stomach.

“No it’s fine-“

“Come sit down Amiyah.” His calm voice demanded her.

Amiyah obeyed sitting on the chair that wasn’t occupied but also in between them. She clamped her hands between her thighs to keep them from fidgeting. Something she always did when she was nervous. Her eyes wandered around the room doing anything to avoid contact with either one of them.

Cane watched her smirking. Looking at Erik he could tell he was trying hard to not put to much attention on her. At the Valentines Day bash Cane noticed that Erik came to the party with someone else. He observed the hostility that was happening between him and Amiyah the whole night. From anyone’s point of view they looked like they were ex’s. Which was the same thing that Cane thought until he seen that they left the VIP section one after the other. Following Amiyah he watched her go into the hall where the restrooms were. There he saw her and Erik talking to each other. Cane figured it was just a normal conversation they were having but when he seen them kiss he knew that it was still something going on between them.

“How you doing today ma?” Cane asked trying to see if he can stir up trouble.

Amiyah gave him a tight smile. “I’m good Cane, how are you?”

“Better now that I’m seeing you.” He gave a wide grin leaning forward.

Erik knew what he was doing. Cane was trying to get under his skin but he wasn’t going to let him. He knew Cane was trying to get him to blow up the same way he did last time. But with Durk being anywhere around Erik wasn’t dumb enough to fall for it.

“Okay, well it was good seeing you too.” She answered politely praying that Durk would show up to ease the tension.

“You know you look real good today-“

“Nigga could you shut the fuck up. You can’t tell that she don’t want to talk to you.” Erik stated annoyed but calm at the same time.

Cane laughed shaking his head. “What’s the problem Erik? I can’t give her a compliment? You acting like she yo bitch.”

Standing up quickly Erik got in his face. “The fuck you just call her.” Cane was testing his patience.

Throwing his hands up in a surrender stance, Cane scooted back in his chair. “I’on want no trouble with you...OG.”

Amiyah got up from her seat just as quickly as Erik. Standing behind him she was ready to step in so things wouldn’t escalate. Lord knows that they couldn’t have Durk walk in trying to figure out why his people were fighting with no explanation behind it. Reaching for his arm she grabbed it softly.

The moment Erik felt her hand touch his body he came back down. His eyes traveled up from her hand to her face. Her face expression showing that she was scared and worried he would do something that will blow everything up. His heart rate that was pumping two times faster than what it usually would slowed down. Cane wasn’t worth the extra trouble. Erik scoffed shaking his head and walking back to his seat. His eyes glaring at Cane for the remainder of the time.

“Cane I’m just here to get something from my brother, who I’m sure wouldn’t appreciate you calling me out of my name. Now let’s wait here peacefully in silence. I would hate to have to watch you get fucked up by both, my brother and Erik.” Amiyah stated.

Erik’s chuckled filled the room. “Lil nigga don’t want no smoke.” He mumbled but knew they could hear him.

Cane stood up shifting his eyes between them and waved them off before walking out the room slamming the door behind him. Amiyah sat back in her place and sighed. She did not expect to deal with something like this when she came here today. Two of the guys she dealt with in the past practically almost fighting over her. If it would have escalated, all three of them would have a hard time trying to explain it to Durk.

“Thank you, for sticking up for me.” Amiyah said softly.

“The nigga could be disrespectful. He just needed to get checked.” Erik shrugged his shoulders not looking at her.

Amiyah noticed it. She wanted to bring up the kiss that happened between them on Valentines Day. She had to know if it was real or just from him being drunk and in his feelings. For her it was. Amiyah wanted to let him know that she still cared for him and wanted to try again.

“Erik can we talk-“

Like clockwork she was interrupted hearing the voice of her brother coming in.

“Talk about what?” Durk asked softly looking between the both of them.

Amiyah shook her head fast. “Nothing important we was just talking and waiting on you to get back.” Her breath quickened as she lied to cover herself.

Glancing at his face she noticed that he looked different. His face held an emotion she had never she saw on him. He looked worried and somewhat afraid too all in one. She guessed Erik had noticed it as well when he spoke up before she did.

“Yo man you good? What was that phone call about?” Erik sat up in his chair.

Walking the his desk Durk slammed down his track phone that he used for business. He sat in his chair behind his desk and held his head in his hands. Blowing out air he looked at Erik and shook his head.

“We fucked up man.” Durk stated lowly.

“What you mean we fucked up? What the fuck happened Durk?”

Amiyah watched the exchange go down in front of her. She was confused about what was going on.

“I mean this nigga Shawn fucking knows. He knows it was us and now he’s trying to retaliate.” He banged his fist on the table.

Erik shook his head as his eyebrows knitted together. He thought they were good. They covered their tracks, wore face mask the whole time being in there, they had gloves, and stayed out the way of the security cameras. There was no way that Shawn would be able to tell that the was them just so randomly.

“How he find out?” Erik asked keeping his cool.

“They said someone leaked the information to him anonymously. Told him every single fucking move we made and how it was going to play out. There wasn’t too many people that knew about this job Erik. I got a fucking mole in my shit.” Durk threw his phone at the wall.

Erik put his gaze on the floor.“So what does that mean for us?”

“We find out who the fuck is was and take care of it.”

Amiyah gasped and felt her heart rate speed up. It felt as if the room was closing in on her. She tried her best to calm herself but failed after hearing the words that left her brothers mouth. She knew that Durk was in the game but she didn’t know that he was a killer.

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killemwithkawaii · 3 years ago

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Senpai, I'm going to do it.

I just got new markers. I guess it's time to make myself a Sally Face poster and hang it up next to the Undertale one I made in middle school.

Do you have any suggestions or tips on drawing Sal? I have the perfect blue, but I'm a little fuzzy on his skin... It's like a pale olive tone? I don't have that, but like...

I want to do a four tone picture like you do, sometimes. I like how you use pink, blue, black, and white in yours. Would you be offended if I tried to do something similar?

>Oooooh that's so exciting!!! What a cool idea, making your own poster (I might have to do that myself!) :D

>Overall, I say go with your heart- your interpretation of his design is just as valid as mine! There are some things I like to keep in mind when I draw him, though:

1. DIY haircut (a long lock tends to cover his bad eye- not sure if that's intentional or if he's too punkrock to care that his bangs are uneven af. The rest of his hair is super layered and serving some A+ mullet supremacy)

2. Remember, his prosthetic goes OVER his face, it's not his actual face! I like to draw his head and basic facial feature placement, then draw the prosthetic over it. The prosthetic also isn't flat, so add a little depth to the sides. Also note that the pink side (and his false eye and the majority of his injury) is on his right side. It's nitpicky, but it kind of bugs me when people flip it ^^;

3. Adorable round ears (2 piercings on the lobes- I like to make the lower one a stretched piercing, but 2 regular piercings is more faithful to canon)

4. (Cotton Hill voice) "YOU GOT A THICK NECK, BOY"

5. Kind of narrow shoulders

6. Lil belly or poorly fitting sweatshirt?? It's a mystery only you can reveal~ UwU 💕✨

7. Packin 👀

8. MITTS

9. Skinny little pencil legs

10. Sal is 5'6", so consider adjusting his head-to-body ratio accordingly

>As for his skin, it's very close to pale grey when you use the color picker and has a yellowish undertone, but this can be effected by lighting, too. Just try to match it as best as you can with what you've got ^^

>I wouldn't be AT ALL offended if you tried out the ~4-tone or monochrome styles I use! I'm not the first person to do it, and I certainly won't be the last.

I think people have been conditioned to shy away from borrowing ANY elements from other peoples art out of fear of 'copying', but I think that's too extreme a mindset. You SHOULD draw inspiration from other artists! Combining all your favorite elements from different sources and putting your own spin on them is how you develop your own style. Do you think I started drawing the way I do based on nothing? Of course not! Everything is based on/ inspired by something else! My style is obviously HEAVILY inspired by anime and manga, particularly the works of Junji ito. If I had to put a label on it, it would be 'Ito meets moe anime (with a healthy dose of Jamie Hewlett for flavor)'. If you want to try out my line or coloring styles etc, then I encourage you to do so (and would really love it if you tagged me so I can see!). As long as you're not outright tracing or copying something and claiming it as your own, and you make sure to credit people accordingly, then I say go nuts! (There are of course exceptions- always respect an artists wishes when it comes to their work and how they want/ dont want it to be used!)

Best of luck with the poster! I'd absolutely love to see it, so make sure to submit a pic when you can c:

#K.E.W.K. answers #sal fisher #art inspiration #senpai says

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translationandbetrayals · 3 years ago

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Satoru Kosaki: a Modern Anime Composer

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I don’t remember the first time I listened to a Satoru Kosaki composition. I think it might have been in Youtube, probably in a Loquendo or anime related video, and I know for sure that it was before watching any of the anime he actually scored. Nonetheless, I am also sure that I was impacted by them as soon as I became familiar with any of those themes, which wasn’t really hard considering how recurrent they were within the anime and early video-making community. I’m talking 2008-to-2012 kind of old.

The tracks were immediately recognizable and memorable, and while I wasn’t even initially aware they came from anime (I, for some reason, assumed they were public domain compositions, perhaps because of their repeated use), for better or worse, I ended up growing to like them, as funny and engaging. So that was effective.

I would later realize most of the themes I ended up accustomed to came from one source: the Lucky Star soundtrack, plus some of the Haruhi OSTs that might have been used too. Lucky Star is, if someone happens to not know about it, a comedy anime, which aims for mostly a familiar, comfortable ambience that I think gets captured perfectly in its OST. In fact, I think few OSTs come even close to the specific area Lucky Star’s so successfully hits.

Perhaps the exception could be the Azumanga Daioh OST, which might have been an influence based on the fact both works had the same music production company, Lantis, and that the very style of Lucky Star is quite similar as Azumanga’s, even adaptation wise, as both are 4-koma adapted as full-time weekly television slots.

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Now I’ve been talking about Satoru Kosaki scoring work. It is popular and good enough and as I said his work in Lucky Star is longstanding. But if you’re anywhere familiar with Lucky Star as a show you might be wondering about another thing. Who composed that motherflippin’ crazy OP theme? Was it Kosaki? Well yes it was.

There’s also some comparison to Azumanga Daioh, in that it presents a similarly crazed tune, but it also goes nuts in a different direction to Azumanga’s Soramimi Cake. While Soramimi Cake has an olden soul, closer to a folksy euro-japo mesh with nonsensical lyrics (think yodeling+enka), Motteke! Sailor Fuku sounds more like a cocaine driven hardcore edm moe hip-hop meltdown. Now this sounds more like a song that will revolutionize the industry and become a blueprint for following modern anime songs to come. And so it was, basically. After Lucky Star, everyone wanted to have their own deranged cutesy anime themes. And so you can blame Kosaki for your Umaru-chans, Nyarukos, Go! Go! Maniacs, etc.

Something that must be stressed about Kosaki’s theme for Lucky Star is that, on top of being so amazingly crazy and addictive, it was good music too. It was very well arranged and composed, and you should be thankful that he decided to bless us with equally amazing music, and even mentored or accompanied fellow artists that took on a similar approach to anime compositions. And that’s how MONACA enters the picture, as an active music collective of which Kosaki is part, that has had a hand, either by its members, or together as a group, in some of the most remarkable musical productions of recent times, even outside anime. (And like half of these are Hidekazu Tanaka’s... should I make a post about him?)

MONACA! with Kosaki at the middle-left

One of the most defining features of Kosaki’s work is his versatility. I have mostly talked about the Lucky Star music, but that should not be taken as his only reference. He’s able to manage climactic action just as well as the comfortable and funny.

Broadcast episode 12, Live Alive, is to me the actual climax of the Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya. I don’t know if the same effect would’ve been accomplished without its signature insert song, now one of the most popular anisongs ever: God Knows, sung by Aya Hirano, who voices Haruhi in the show. It is likely you have listened to God Knows before, after all, it was at one time the most viewed anime related song in Youtube, and its popularity has gone way beyond the -admittedly already popular- source material.

god knows this is good

And this versatility affects not only the scope of his dramatic sensibilities, but also the stylistic elements of his work, which takes on a variety of musical genres. And that is just evident by looking at his anime song work, which even outside of the Lucky Star fusion finds moe-sung ska-punk, soviet-inspired funky metal mashups, hip-hop crossover anthems, PLATINUM DISCO, borderline outsider music, avant-pop delusion, epic rocking tracks, some idol music masterpieces, and of course, classic, straight melancholic J-pop.

This variety in style becomes even clearer when looking at his OST work, which tends to be wildly eclectic, either by his MONACA collaborations (like the soundtracks to Kizumonogatari, Beastars, or the Disappearance of Haruhi Suzumiya movie), or simply by virtue of his own character, in the various projects he scored individually (such as the aforementioned Haruhi and Lucky Star, or Bakemonogatari).

For example, the Kizumonogatari tracks which he composed include funny elevator jazz, french-spoken bossa, suspenseful ambient music, and sentimental, classical inspired stuff. I also really enjoy the Beastars work he’s done and I take it as proof he hasn’t gone stale, quite the opposite. He seems way more confident now in approaching different, out-there styles and arrangements, while also portraying a somewhat amusing maturity: he sounds to me a lot more like the Kuricorder Pops Orchestra or Oranges & Lemons, through the now classic Kosaki trademark nonetheless. And it’s probably because of his established success that he’s able to indulge in such styles now, while still maintaining his high profile as a popular music composer.

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Even if you are not very well versed in anime, or even if you don’t like anime at all, but partake in current youth culture, it’s most likely that you’ve heard something made by him. Be it by memes referencing Kosaki’s past works, by the liberal use of his music to accompany mid-level internet content, or by his presence as a composer in some of the most successful and far-reaching anime today, such as Beastars and the Monogatari Series, his work has its footprints all around popular media. And I’m thankful that it happened this way, as he ended up enriching something I dearly know and love: the modern anime music industry.

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Salvador González Turrientes

Sources and recommended additional material:

A summary of Kosaki's first of many appearances in Anisong Station

His second appearance in Anisong Station, in which he talks about Lucky Star

Another Anisong Station episode, featuring Lantis founder Shunji Inoue

Satoru Kosaki’s VGMdb entry, which credits -in English- most of his video game and anime music appearances

The Wikipedia article, duh

The official Monaca profile list, including an archive of his body of work (in Japanese)

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sweetteaswift · 4 years ago

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i was tagged by courtney @takeawaythepain i love you !!

who are you named after? my middle name is a family name on my dad’s side, so after his first name, my grandfather’s middle name, and my great grandfather’s first name

last time you cried? a few days ago i think? it was a mix of a weird depression afternoon and listening to my tears ricochet/this is me trying too many times

do you like your handwriting? i do!

do you still have your tonsils? yeah but lowkey i hate them lmao

would you bungee jump? that’s a hard no from me

what is your favourite kind of cereal? cocoa puffs Slap, i also really like honey nut cheerios

do you untie your shoes when you take them off? not usually

do you think you’re strong willed? i want to be but i think in reality i doubt myself a lot. i’m trying to get better about that though and it depends on the situation

favourite ice cream? ben and jerry’s gimme s’more

what is the first thing you notice in a person? their eyes and their smile/laugh

football or baseball? despite going to every home football game in high school i understand baseball a little better, so baseball

what colour pants are you wearing? green, white, and yellow plaid pajama shorts

last thing you ate? ice cream (turkey hill double dunker)

what are you listening to? my girlfriend talking to their dad... i just realized my playlist ended while i was doing this lol

if you were a crayon what colour would you be? the dandelion yellow one

what’s your favourite smell? fresh baked goods, campfires, and the smell of the rain

who was the last person you talked to on the phone? i’m currently on the phone with my girlfriend :)

married? no, maybe someday though

hair colour? brown with some blonder highlights (especially if i’ve been in the sun a lot)

eye colour? blue

favourite food to eat? pizza, pasta salad, really any kind of pasta tbh, moe’s (so like tex mex)

scary movies? i like them a lot but i don’t like watching them (or really any movies) alone

last movie you watched in a theatre? frozen 2 :”)

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falloutglow · 4 years ago

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🛒 for Whisper and ⭐🎒 for Echo, please!

! :D thank!

🛒 Do they collect anything?

Whisper collects threads and yarn, mostly so she can continue to knit. However, she really enjoys pocket watches especially :3 She has a lot at her place. She likes doing things with her hands, so those pocket watches are in parts sometimes haha

⭐ What is the side quest that impacted them the most?

hmmmm well...how about a few:

Out in Left Field - that quest where Moe Cronin mentions hearing a rumor about baseball memorabilia...definitely something Echo was 1000% down for finding at least for herself haha! This was definitely her moment of realizing that heck...okay...maybe she does like baseball and maybe she’ll start collecting her own baseball memorabilia.

Boston After Dark - Since she’s part of the Railroad, helping H2-22 and High Rise out really solidified to her why all this was super goddamn important. It put more names to faces than just the HQ and the echoes she saw while in Switchboard... Like she knew, but being in the moment, instead of watching how things played out in the past... felt like she was doing some good. (and why a later side quest hit damn so fuckin hard)

Confidence Man - Echo gained some friends out of this and it also helped establish her more in Diamond City. Nick was with her and yes, the beginning part he absolutely believe he was just along for the ride and wow how the hell did Vadim manage to rope him in this nonsense. Gonna say this quest sorta solidified the partnership (?) between Echo and Nick (because she’s not sole aaand story wise they had not gone after Kellogg yet ;3 ). Also, she managed to get a discount out of Vadim after this since she was living at the Dugout Inn for a good while LOL

🎒 What are ten things they always have in their bag

Side note: Echo always carries one of her rifles and leaves the other in a safe spot (Railroad HQ/the detective agency) and will swap on occasion (usually when she has more ammo of one gun over the other). She’s either carrying Heartbreaker - her sniper rifle OR Hemlock - her .45mm revolving rifle (its legendary and shoots poison and holds a special place in her heart cause she modded it to hell and back that is her gun)

In Echo’s pack there is:

An extra pair of sunglasses (these are the fashion glasses)

Med kit - its a tin with stimpaks, bandages, med-x, etc inside

Kremvh's Tooth - for some reason it just...keeps coming back?? She’s chucked it in a lake one time, and like not even an hour later it, she opened her bag and there it fuckin was...she’s given up on trying to get rid of it...for now

A copy of Frankenstein by Mary Shelley with notes written in the margins and a photograph tucked inside its pages. Its of 5 people and had seen some better days...

Deliverer - post Tradecraft/unnamed 10mm pistol - pre Tradecraft

ammo for her guns

water

SNACKS - dried meat/jerky, nuts, fancy lads, etc. Depends on what she found or if she crossed paths with a trader

an army helmet/ushuka hat <- she’s usually wearing one or the other, depending on combat or if its fuckin COLD

Another book she’s in the middle of reading

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deepdarkwaters · 5 years ago

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Finger sucking, thigh biting, very tiny underpants Hartwin filth

Eggsy unfastens the ribbon and flips up the cardboard lid, eyeing the four eclairs lined up inside like perfect little jewels. "So what's what?"

"Dark chocolate and Earl Grey," Harry says, fingertips hovering over each in turn. "Raspberry and rose. Blackberry cheesecake. Salted butter caramel."

"They're so pretty," Eggsy croons in the same voice he uses when he's praising a passing stranger's extremely tiny dog, then looks vaguely embarrassed with himself and laughs a bit, taking a self-conscious swallow of beer. "Almost don't wanna eat these, seems rude to put your mouth all over art like that. Like sucking off the David statue for instagram."

"People don't do that, surely?" Harry asks, fascinated and horrified, caught somewhere extraordinarily painful between being disgusted at the idea of such sacrilege and knowing he's still going to spend the next several nights picturing Eggsy getting off with a very pale giant now the idea's been planted. Eggsy just grins and shoves the box closer to Harry.

"You pick first."

"No, you, I insist. They're a gift, after all."

"Yeah, but how am I meant to choose? They're all fucking masterpieces." His hand hovers over the box for a moment, fingers twiddling in a way that makes Harry wonder whether he's doing a silent eeny meeny miny moe, then he carefully lifts the blackberry one, gives it a hungry inspection from every angle, and takes a bite. Pink cheesecake cream immediately oozes out of the sides, clinging stickily to his fingers and thumb, and he takes his merry time licking it all back off again making lush little mmm noises the whole way.

Harry stares very hard at the tiny print on the label of his beer bottle, willing the sweat at his temples to get back inside his skin and stop causing a scene.

"Oh my god it's actually cheesecake on the bottom, it's biscuit crumbs." Yes, Harry thinks despairingly, I can see that, your cursed tongue is chasing every single spilled one around and around your fingers. "You didn't have to go fucking nuts, I woulda been more than happy with some limp soggy Greggs offering."

"I've never been in a Greggs and I certainly don't intend to start now," Harry says, eyes still averted, although he can't block out the sloppy sounds of Eggsy's greedy tongue cleaning up the last of the spillage. "You deserve—"

He stops abruptly before he can embarrass himself further. So does Eggsy, hesitating with his first two fingers lodged in his mouth to the middle knuckle then sliding them out wetly, glistening with saliva and the last traces of leftover cream. "What?" he asks, giving Harry a bit of teasing side-eye and a nudge in the arm with his elbow.

"Nicer things than that," Harry manages.

"Well, first of all fuck you because Greggs is the actual bollocks and you're a snob." Suddenly Harry finds the eclair in front of his face, held up so close to him that his eyes can't focus on it and it blurs into a pinkish smudge. "Let's half and half these, I don't wanna miss out on any of them."

Too taken aback to do anything else, Harry obediently takes a bite of the eclair. Again, the filling oozes out the sides as the layers compress, coating Eggsy's sticky fingertips anew.

"Huh," Eggsy says softly, turning his hand this way and that, inspecting the mess of cream and crumbs. He's crept closer, the warmth of his leg pressed right up to Harry's. "You missed a bit."

Perhaps more than most people a Kingsman agent should understand the value of a good long hard think before you go barging into something foolish, but Harry's never really been very good at that sort of thing. He can fixate and fret as well as anyone, but still there's that impudent little gremlin somewhere deep down in his brain that springs shamelessly to life the moment it sees a monumental opportunity open up that didn't seem to be there before. It's the thing that gets him flinging himself up the outside of a house without permission to steal vital information. It's also the thing that makes him look Eggsy brazenly in the eye and suck both offered fingers between his lips.

Eggsy makes a beautiful, unspellable little noise in his throat. Voice trembling, very quietly, he says, "Good, right?"

"Wonderful," Harry murmurs, holding Eggsy by the wrist to turn his hand over and clean off every speck of cream with his ravenous tongue.

"You want some more?"

"Yes, please."

Eggsy gives a startled, hushed little giggle, as though he'd expected a different answer and is absolutely blindsided to have received this one. He squeezes the eclair gently in his other hand, scooping a fingerful of bulging cream filling from the side and bringing it back to Harry's mouth, where the flat of Harry's tongue meets the underside of Eggsy's finger and curves up on either side to lick it clean with a starving swipe. The sweetness and tartness of the blackberry cream floods his mouth—then Eggsy's tongue is there as well, it's his tongue that touches Harry's mouth before his lips do, which is such a beautifully backwards approach to a kiss that a galaxy of goosebumps shivers right up the length of Harry's spine to explode like fireworks in his brain. He sits perfectly still, unwilling to move in case it shatters this tentative little soap-bubble moment, and lets Eggsy explore him: Eggsy's tongue, careful and uncharacteristically timid, flickers tiny hesitant touches to the sugar traces on Harry's lower lip, and when he swallows audibly the shivering little breath he lets out after falls as warm as a kiss on Harry's mouth, although it's still not a kiss, not yet.

"Harry," Eggsy murmurs, then makes that shaky little laughing sound again when he feels the tip of Harry's tongue tracing the line of his cupid's bow in return. "I think we got it all."

"Yes," Harry agrees. Their noses bump gently. Eggsy sighs again, a quivering lovely hopeful little sound.

"I'm gonna sit on you," he says, then repeats it more decisively, his jaw set the way it is when he's talking himself up to do something brave out on a job. "I'm gonna fucking sit on you for a bit. Right on your lap."

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the-walking-dead-cast-imagines · 8 years ago

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Abraham x Child Reader

Prompt- Imagine being chosen as ‘it’ in the lineup instead of your father, Abraham.

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Warning- Language, i guess?

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“Eenie. Meenie. Minie. Moe.” Negan pointed Lucille around. Your heart pounded in your chest as your eyes connected with your fathers. He gave you a nod, basically saying that he loves you.

“Catch a tiger, by its toe.” The brutish man continued his sick nursery rhyme, Lucille getting dangerously close to everybody’s faces. Your breathing was getting heavy, as Negan seemed to be pointing and Abraham more than everybody else:

“If it squeals. Let 'em go.” A chuckle left his mouth as he continued to sing, almost as if singing to toddlers. You stared straight ahead, as did your father, your eyes cold and unmoving. The quiet and crackled breathing of Maggie filled the air as you drowned everything out, simply staring at Negan.

“It.” A choked sob from Sasha bought you back to the real world, and you wish it hadn’t. Lucille was pointed mere centimetres in front of your face. You stared up Lucille into Negan’s eyes, squinting your eyes at him.

“Anybody moves, anybody says anything cut the boys other eye out, feed it to his father and then we’ll start!” The sick smile on his face sent shivers down your side as the sobs of Sasha got louder. You looked over to the woman who had become a mother figure to you, putting your middled and index finger up in a peace sign, which she did back.

“You can breathe. You can blink. You can cry.” You looked over at your father, who was blinking back tears as he nodded to you, a shaky smile on his lips. You stared at Negan once again, your eyes hard.

“Hell, you’re all gonna be doing that.” And without warning, Lucille was swung above his head. With very little time to process it, you felt your skull cave in as Negan hit you atop the head, your face smashing into the ground and Rick’s pleading voice filled the air, screaming about how you’re just a kid. You lifted yourself up, shakily sitting back on you knees.

“Ohho, look at that! Takin’ it like a champ!” Negan laughed, kneeling down in front of you. You were going to die, so why not die like a sarcastic little kid.

“Suck.” You started off, the vibrations of your voice making your head throb more than it already was. “My.” You gave one last glance to everybody, who all looked terrified. “Nuts.” You spat in his face, a mixture of blood and saliva landing on Negan’s face.

“Bitch!” He yelled before standing up and bringing Lucille down on your head again. Hard. You once again fell to the floor, your eyes connecting with your fathers as you shut your eyes, which would never open again. You left the world to the crackling of fire, the sobs of your friends and family, and the sick laughter of the man you wished was dead.

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Look up the phrase "CRITICAL THINKING" then learn to practice it. Most people leap before they look and judge before they listen to the facts. Most don't have enough knowledge, nor experience, to be experts in much of anything. You don't know what you don't know. I like to remind you of that, often.

The only other REALLY IMPORTANT thing to know about me is that I, totally, despise all religions, the teaching of religion, and religious institutions... I despise them as the evilest things on the planet. If you follow a religion, you CAN NOT BE MY FRIEND. THAT'S THAT. You are an ignorant idiot who is an ever-present danger to yourself and everyone and everything around you. Nothing, absolutely NOTHING, is eviler than religion. I don't stand for, nor sing, our National Anthem because it praises a fictitious and superstitious being called 'God'. Only a brain dead moron bonehead ignorant idiot would believe such a thing.

If you have a religion, I will not associate with you... period. You are a danger to be around. Yes, I insult religions... they are extraordinarily evil. I said it, I mean it. You have a right to be an idiot, but not around me. I have a right to defend myself against the horrors of religion and I will. Religion is evil. People who are into religion are, either, brainwashed or extraordinarily ignorant, not very intelligent, a danger to themselves and everyone around them, and must be avoided. I can't say it enough times. If you have a religion you are brainwashed or too fucking stupid to associate with. Brainwashed, or stupid... either way you are too dangerous to be around. Religion is the number one problem in the world.

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