#The League tough all the ghosts were enemies

[nelkcats]

Let me retire!

Danny was tired of being a hero, in addition to being a profession that paid with nothing more than mental exhaustion and ungrateful citizens, the halfa was tired of having to bandage his wounds day after day, tired of seeing both perspectives and not knowing which side take

Danny could understand ghosts, he could understand how their obsessions were a fundamental part of who they were as people and there were things they couldn't help. While he initially protected Amity from the ghosts, at some point he also had to protect the ghosts from Amity.

So, it's no wonder that as soon as he saw the founding of the "Justice League" he declared that he was going to retire. He told it to the ghosts, since the humans weren't going to pay much attention to him.

The problem was when 2 weeks later he had to come out of his early retirement because the League had labeled Amity as "neutral ground" and "dangerous" and they were "capturing" criminals, who weren't even criminals, Ember was giving a concert!

Frustrated, the halfa went to the Watchtower, it was supposed to be his retirement! stop ruining it!

[beezonia]

Some of my favourite pokèmon ships and some headcannons!

Pt1

———

Molayne x Kahili - Steelwedgeshipping

These two are very much a secretive couple but not like their doing bad stuff they just keep to themselves

Kahili is a bit emotionally constipated so molayne helps her a lot with expressing her emotions

They both have bracelets that they wear that were made by Olivia for their engagement

Molayne’s represents his dugtrio with two little diamonds for the eyes and a citron gem for the nose

Kahili’s is based on her Toucannon and has two onyx gems for the eyes and a spinel for the red part of its beak

They met due to the elite four and Kukui introducing them cause he thought they would get along well

And they did but Kahili was definitely a bit skeptic due to her golfing career and not wanting to shove Molayne into the spotlight

But she does end up kissing him on camera at her last match before retiring

Overall they are very soft and sweet

Shauntal x Grimsley - Rolandshipping

These two are very romantic but also very very freaky at the same time

Goth couple

Very much library dates and candlelight dinners but also just lounging on the couch with each other

They are both extremely into the paranormal (Shauntal especially she is ghost type for a reason)

She has a podcast that grimsley frequents and they talk about hauntings and all the spooky stuff

Shauntal can be a bit shy at times so grimsley is her biggest hypeman

And Shauntal makes sure that he gets enough rest and doesn’t gamble to much

They are big softies who do look intimidating but really aren’t

Kris x Silver - Redemptionshipping

Kris becomes a triathlete when she’s older she still loves the thrill of battle but she’s not really focused on that anymore

Silver goes on his own journey to Kalos and they end up being really good at the long distance relationship things

Silver makes sure that Kris takes breaks and spend time away from her sport

Kris makes sure to stay in touch frequently so silver doesn’t feel alone all the time

When they do meet they aren’t really the type too show to much affection in public but they do hold hands alot

They are the silent but very sweet couple

Silver gets taught dessert recipes by Kris cause she’s amazing at baking

Whilst he himself is more a cook and does big meals a lot of the time

They love to take hikes together it’s an unspoken thing between the two of them but they just know when either wants to meet up and go for a huge hike

Their bond is extremely strong which makes them an awesome team to battle against

It shows through their pokèmon who have an equally strong bond

Viola x Grant - Fleurdegranadeshipping

bi4bi couple I don’t make the rules

These two were the enemies to lovers in kalos

Most of the league had bets on when they’d get together or break up

But they are very sweet

Cafe dates or battling dates they pick and choose depending on their moods

Grant helps viola with her photography sometimes when he’s not busy with the gym

Viola joins grant climbing sometimes and they get into some very heated competitions

Grant had to get Alexa’s approval before he could officially ask viola out

It took a few months of convincing (alexa is a tough cookie to crack)

Bit together they are extremely strong and cute

Viola helps grant with balancing the gym and his work

Grant helps viola relax with his cooking as making sure she rests enough due to her own photography projects

Having said that grant sometimes just takes some shots of viola when there put and about on dates sometimes

He has a photo book full of photos from the start up till now of their relationship

Selene (Moon) x Lily - Moonlilyshipping

They are both very quiet, their relationship is not one many know about (apart from elio/hau/gladion)

So they spend hours and hours just snuggling and chilling in each other’s rooms with their pokèmon

Lily likes to read to selene when she’s not doing her champion work and stuff

Selene loves to make lily little trinkets and give her gemstones as a symbol of her love and it’s her way of showing Lily she cares

They tend to take long walks on the beaches just talking about their days or something that had happened

They have double dates with hau and gladion which consists hau talking his ass of with selene trying to match his energy

Lily and gladion both end up smiling like idiots and wonder how they got wonderful partners like that

Lily becomes a pokèmon professor in the future staying in alola to help kuki and burnett with their growing family

She eventually becomes alola’s official professor, travelling all over to spread her research along with the other professors

Selene eventually retires/gets beaten and leaves the position of champion at some point (early 30s/ late 20s?)

You can find her in the battle tower though she likes it there

Hau x Gladion - Cutebonesshipping

Another sort of enemies/rivals/to lovers thing

They tended to avoid each other at first, hau did make the first moves and was like “I think ur cool would you like to be my friend?”

Gladion challenged him to several battles

It took hau a bit to realise that gladion was trying to find his weaknesses whilst battling and while he knows he has a few, hau knows he and his team are strong

And when hau continues to beat gladion’s ass oh he falls hard does gladion

He tells Lily and Lily is the same about selene, they are very bad at love btw

Hau and Gladion are getting to know each other a lot better

They have battle dates as well as malasada dates

Hau ends up asking him out when they finish a battle one time cause he knew that gladion might not do it

Gladion blushes his ass of and makes sure to always reaffirm his love for hau because the bean is a tad bit self conscious

Hau travels to jhoto and kanto to try all the food, his blog becomes quite popular in the world

Gladion stays with Lily sometimes but travels to kalos to meet with Korrina who he’s close friends with

Hau loves to bring back little keychains and accessories that will suit gladion

In turn gladden brings hau food from kalos back

They are very soft btw

——-

That’s it! Lmk if you want a pt2!

[mshomestyle]

I need some angst úwù Maybe Dabi made a mistake and accidentally made his s/o pregnant one day (and he’s an ass, who doesn’t care anymore) and they separated so many years later Dabi meets his child who explains to him how their mother is dead because of him.(Please make Dabi an ass at first :,))

Oh, my heart! Much too sad for me T^T

Warnings: Domestic abuse, character death (mentioned)

“Are you freaking kidding me, [Name]?” Dabi growled angrily. It was hard for him to get this way. The most he had ever done was usually sarcastic remarks to express his dislike for something, but this…This silent rage with that cold stare and menacing look made a shiver run down your spine. All you could do was try your hardest not to cry, knees into your chest as you thought as quickly as you could to remedy this situation. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

“I-I didn’t!” you quickly told him, “I-It’ll be alright, I mean we’ll think of something, right?” You reached out to grab his hand or at least the hem of his shirt, but Dabi pulled away.

“Pathetic…,” he said, “Like you could think of anything. This is your fault, after all. I mean how hard could it have been for you to take a morning after pull, huh?”

“H-How was I supposed to know that it broke!” you told him, “I thought everything was fine I-“

“Look at where we are now, [Name]. Or should I say, you are, because you’re out of your mind if you think I’m sticking around,” he rolled his eyes.

“Dabi, please!” you quickly reached out for him, managing to grab his hand. “I can’t…I can’t do this alone…” Dabi stared at you in silence, and in that moment, you felt your eyes starting to water up. “I…I don’t want to get rid of it, and I’m not asking you for much just please….Please don’t leave me…” You felt tears starting to fall from your eyes, but before you could really register that you felt a burning sensation on your hand. You pulled it away as fast as you could, looking down at it, and it took you a moment before you realized what just happened. Dabi had burned you.

“I don’t care. I’m not staying around. Besides, how do I know if that’s even mine?” Dabi asked. Your vision was growing blurry, because of the tears, and slowly, you looked up at the man in front of you. The man who you once loved. The man you once thought loved you as well. “Pathetic.”

“Dabi…Please,” you begged one final time as he made his way out the door.

It was the last time he saw you, or rather it was the last time he ever thought he would ever see you.

No, it wasn’t you exactly. He just saw you in her.

It was years later, and Dabi found himself walking back towards the League of Villains’’ base. He’d much rather be out completing his own plans, but he might as well view this as a little detour. As he grew closer, however, he stopped in his tracks. As a teen with your face stared right at him, he felt as if he was seeing a ghost. ‘It just couldn’t be…’ The young girl looked at him with a scowl. The same one that you would do when something aggravated you.

“Hello, Dabi,” she said, crossing her arms. Her voice sounded as if it were laced with poison, like she wanted him to feel slighted by her tone.

“I…Uh….You wouldn’t happen to be-“

“Your daughter?” she asked, cocking her head, “In blood only. My mother is my only parent.” Dabi could curse himself because of this. Years had passed, and yes, he had thought of you as they did. He had felt regret for the way he treated you, regret for the words he said, and regret for not staying. Dabi usually was able to wear his sly attitude and tough exterior like a badge, but he felt as if he hadn’t deserved to see you again after how he acted.

Perhaps, however, this was the chance he needed…Though judging by how his daughter was looking at him, it would certainly be hard getting her to tell him were you were. How was he supposed to talk to her, though? He was still so very surprised to see her there.

“You’ve certainly grown up strong and healthy…,” Dabi mused, putting a hand behind his head, “Uh…What’s your name?”

“You don’t deserve to know that,” she spat. Dabi couldn’t exactly blame her for feeling that way with how he left.

“Well, if you won’t tell me your name, then can you at least tell me why you’re here? You must have come for some reason,” Dabi asked. Did she need something? She definitely hated him, so whatever the reason might have been important, and even though he barely knew her, Dabi now felt some sort of obligation.

“I’m just looking,” was her reply, “My mother hardly did speak about the man who walked out on her, though when she did….Wanting to provide me with a happy home…” The girl looked down, a sad, yet, hurt expression on her face, before she shook her head and went back to glaring at Dabi. “It’s your fault, you know.” Dabi raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

“She dead….Dead because of you.” Once those words left her lips, Dabi felt as if everything was frozen. You were….? He could hardly believe it. Hardly believe that a woman like you could be gone and just like that. To think this whole time, he had wanted to reconcile but didn’t. Perhaps if he had…

“Wha-What happened?” Dabi asked much quicker than he meant to. The teen sighed hard through her nose.

“My mother spent her remaining years, being the best she possibly could for me. She was an amazing woman, but well…You have enemies, Dabi, and when you left, you left her to fend for herself. She did the best she could to protect me, but one day…,” the girl looked down, “One day, it just wasn’t enough…” Dead because of you. That was truer than Dabi wanted to believe, and looking at his daughter, he knew that she might end up suffering the same fate. Dabi felt as if he didn’t deserve any type of relationship with her, but he was not going to let her get hurt.

“I’m sorry….,” Dabi spoke, “I know saying that probably makes me an even bigger ass after all that’s happened, But I am. [Name] was a good woman….Much too good for me, and I just…” Dabi let out a breath, “Look, kid, you can hate me all you want, but I don’t want to see you go like she did.” Walking passed the teen and towards the hide-out, Dabi stopped about a few feet apart from her, “You’re definitely smart if you managed to track me.”

“What are you trying to say?! You can’t start acting like a dad now!”

“You’re right, I can’t, but I’m not going to let anyone hurt you,” he said, “Now, come on, I have some people to introduce you to. You’ll be safer this way.”

[kiseiakhun]

What are your feelings on Kyle/Jason/Wally. I kinda think it might happen if Kyle had a crush on both. Accidentally tells Wally. Teasing. Jason finding out. Jason and Wally overdramaticly flirting. Dick finds out and Kyle dying from the close proximity of both Jason/Wally Wally/Jason Jason/Kyle Wally/Kyle. And then Flirting/Showing off intensifying. Although I don't really know much about Wally or Kyle. ❤

RUBS HANDS TOGETHER

Hello? This is the greatest ask anyone’s ever sent me. Kyle is a lovey-dovey dumbass who falls in love after two seconds of knowing someone, so like. It’s real. It’s very real. He and Wally would’ve had their thing first? Because of their whole enemies to lovers arc in JL, except - because of that whole dynamic where they started off ragging on each other, I feel like they both would’ve been oblivious to their feelings. Add in a healthy dose of compulsory heterosexuality from Kyle, and yeah... the adults of the League have probably been waiting years for that ship to sail, except the babies just keep being oblivious dunderheads.

(Wally realized in his teen years that he’s not strictly heterosexual, because being on a team with Dick Grayson when you’re male tends to draw out any bent inclinations very, very quickly. It’s just. Kyle is the snot-nosed rookie too big for his britches. He’s a baby? He’s an infant. Wally is not attracted to an infant, wtf.)

And then Kyle goes off on his journey of self-discovery with Donna and Jason. Well, journey of self-discovery for him, because Jason’s ass and body and his devil-may-care tough guy attitude is the culmination of Kyle’s bisexual crisis. Seriously, countdown is basically Kyle going “ugh, that stupid hot sexy asshole is so hot and sexy around Donna, there’s no way she can resist him. Why is he attractive? He needs to stop. I’m going to fight him because he’s TOO HOT.” It’s incredible. If the writers weren’t cowards, countdown would’ve ended with them being in a triad.

Donna’s probably the one who points out that mayhaps... Kyle’s constant mooning over Jason might mean something different... and Kyle’s like wtf, no. And then he actually thinks about it, because Kyle’s one of maybe two (2) men in the dcu who has a semblance of emotional intelligence (idk who the other one is, but I’m sure he’s out there) (edit: it’s Connor. Connor Hawke. Connor is the other man. I was going to say Clark but Clark keeps going to extremes whenever he or his are threatened and. like. he tries, bless his heart, but there’s still a lot of repression going on with him) and he’s like wait. Fuck. Well what do I do with this information!! It’s not like Jason is into guys!!!

To which Donna just looks at him like, how are you so smart yet so stupid at the same time. She remembers how baby Jason mooned over Roy and Dick as much as he mooned over her. She Remembers.

(Also, lbr, Donna’s very experienced by now at dealing with dumb boys in denial about their non-het leanings. See previous statements about being on a team with Dick Grayson. She saw all of it, man. She’s seen so much.)

Cue Kyle, sitting bolt upright in bed after they’ve just wound down for the night and just saying, “Oh my god, Wally.”

And Donna’s just like, yup.

And Jason’s just like ? wtf is that asshole up to now. Whatever, idc, blissfully unaware of Kyle’s bi panic.

Anyway. The world is saved, and they get back to their Earth, and Kyle manages to put it aside because Everything Happens So Much. He’s the Green fking Lantern, okay, he doesn’t have time to deal with sexuality crises, except. Except. It won’t leave him alone?

Like, in his downtime he hangs out with Wally a lot since they’re friends, and oh yes, hello raging crush that he can no longer pretend isn’t a thing, because once Kyle acknowledges his attraction? That is it, man, there’s no turning back from that point. And ik that in canon, Jason threw a snitfit and left Kyle and Donna in the middle of their happy fun space adventure fieldtrip, but let’s say he didn’t have a sudden ooc personality turn because of writer mandate, and he stayed with Kyle and Donna until the end of their journey, and they stayed in touch.

And Kyle realizes, to his horror, that Jason is charming, and funny, and not bad on the eyes, and fuuuuck. This isn’t really helping his stupid dumb crush. Stupid dumb crushes. Goddamn.

(Sometimes Jason even joins him in his Space Adventures because of his new team. More specifically, Kori and her shiny new spaceship that can sustain humans in space conditions, and he is not jealous, shut up, Roy.)

(Roy caught on pretty quickly, because he’s much more empathetic and in tune with other peoples emotions than he pretends to be 90% of the time. Unfortunately, he only uses his powers for chaos.)

Ofc, Wally would start getting curious about Jason eventually because suddenly this kid is fucking everywhere? Dick’s calling on him for intel in the middle of a firefight, and he’s ragging on Roy’s atrocious dress sense, and he’s joking with Donna and Kyle’s giving him the same shit that he used to give to Wally, excuse me. Wasn’t he a villain or something? The last time Wally paid attention to him, he was sawing heads off in Gotham, and now Wally can’t seem to turn without tripping over him. When the fuck did that even happen?

(I’m not sure if Wally ever met Robin!Jason. Hm. Were Jason’s guest-appearances on the team during when Wally was pulling one of his stints of... I don’t WANT to be a hero, I want to be a NORMAL BOY who goes to COLLEGE, even though I literally re-created the Flash’s lab accident down to the letter just so I can have his powers and be a hero and save the world? ... ykw, we don’t acknowledge that era of Wally. This was back when he was a meninist incel or something. Ick.)

... and damn, Wally really can trip over him now, huh. Because he sure did grow up big, and strong, and rugged, and haha fuck now Dick is starting to glare at him, too, and not just at Roy, abort, abort.

...... Wally does attempt to subtly ask Roy, later, if there’s any truth to the statements about him and Jason and Kori that Roy says to Dick to get him all riled up. I say “attempt to” because Wally is bad at subtlety. It’s part of why he and Kyle get along so well. Roy realizes what he’s asking and he about has an apoplexy because Wally? Wally? Now there’s a surprise contender he did not expect, tossing his hat into the ring.

But also. Also... hot.

Roy and Kori are watching all of this while munching popcorn like damn, this is better than TV. Because Kyle’s having his crisis, his Love crisis, and Wally’s having his oh my god why do I find my best friend’s little brother hot crisis, and Jason is just happily oblivious to all of this, because he’s too busy angsting over his dad not loving him enough and dismantling trafficking rings and being the big, bad scourge of Gotham to notice Kyle pining after him like a lovelorn puppy, and Wally eyeing him appreciatively like he hasn’t eaten in a whole hour and Jason is a tender piece of marbled steak roasted on both sides to perfection. He does notice the way Kyle and Wally look at each other, though, because he’s only observant when it comes to the positive emotions of other people. And he is not stepping in the middle of that, tyvm, because from what Roy’s told him the two of them have a looooong history and he does not want to get caught in the middle of that crossfire.

Roy and Kori are both like, what makes you think it’s going to get messy, anyway? And Jason, whose real world examples of functioning relationships are 1. Willis and Catherine Todd, 2. Bruce and Selina, 3. Bruce and Talia, 4. Dick and all his exes, 5. Roy and all of his not-exes because he doesn’t date but people keep falling in love with him anyway and he panics and ghosts them because he is Roy William Commitment Issues Harper, 6. Kori and whatever the fuck she’s got going on with Dick and like, an ex? back on Tamaran? who she might still be married to?? what the fuck, 7. Kyle and Donna and their messy breakup(s)(?) (Jason doesn’t ask, because he Does Not Want To Know) (he’s too busy repressing to realize it’s half because of jealousy), is just like, that’s just how things go.

And Roy and Kori, both having mentally run through all of those ^ options while Jason was thinking of a response, are just like. ... yeah, alright, that’s fair enough.

God, every single relationship in DC is a mess.

Where was I even going with this?

Oh, right. Basically, Kyle is pining like a lovelorn idiot, Wally doesn’t know what the fuck he’s feeling and it’s making him confused, and Jason is ignoring his feelings because maybe if he just represses them hard enough, they won’t spill over and punch him in the face. Honestly, I see Wally making the first move, because his inadequacy issues don’t run as deep as Jason and Kyle’s do, and Kyle’s just like :D and Jason’s like, what the fuck. What the fuck? Because it literally blindsides him, even though it’s stupidly, painfully obvious to everyone else around him.

Either that, or Roy gets sick enough of watching their lovelorn pining, and employs Dick’s help to lock them all in a closet, naked, and fuck it out.

(Dick doesn’t actually disapprove of Jason sleeping with his friends, he just needs to get over his mental block of still seeing Jason as a baby)

Anyway. They’re all a whole-ass mess.

[fly-pow-bye]

What’s Airing On Cartoon Network? (October 2020)

While trick or treating may not be recommended, to say the very least, we can still celebrate the Halloween season in spirit with new episodes of a lot of shows, most of them premiering every weekday. Also, a certain Cartoon Network Latin America series finally shows up on Cartoon Network US thanks to a crossover with Victor and Valentino. See you after the break!

(Update: Completely missed a rather important omission: a new Gumball...clip show.)

The Amazing World of Gumball

Wait, The Amazing World of Gumball has a new episode?! Not really, it’s just another clipshow just like the Darwin’s Yearbook episodes. A spooky clipshow!

October 5th:

Gumball Chronicles: The Curse of Elmore - When Gumball's schoolfriend Leslie finds an old videotape, the creepy mystery of Elmore's ghostly past unfolds. Featuring spooky and hilarious clips from the first six seasons of "The Amazing World of Gumball."

Apple & Onion

October 12th:

The Eater - Apple & Onion take on a monster in a parallel universe in order to get back home. (7:00 PM)

October 13th:

Apple & Onion's Booth - Apple & Onion must save their favorite booth at Pizza's Diner from a Texas oil tycoon. (7:00 PM)

October 14th:

Ferekh - Apple and Onion have to get Falafel's beloved rooster back from scientists. (7:00 PM)

October 15th:

Pat on the Head - Apple must unhypnotize Onion before they can cook for a very important guest. (7:00 PM)

October 16th:

Falafel's Glory - Apple & Onion must win a trivia game to get the world's largest pizza. (7:00 PM)

Bakugan: Battle Planet

October 4th:

Bakugan Battle League, Tokyo Edition/Battle Royal - It's the start of the Bakugan Battle League - Toyko edition! The first round will be a Battle Royale style competition, where only half the competitors will make it through to the next round. Along with the Awesome Brawlers, the field of competitors is filled with familiar friends and foes. / The first round of the Bakugan Battle League - Tokyo edition continues. The Awesome Brawlers and their Bakugan battle their way through the challenge and face off against tough competitors. (6:30 AM)

October 11th:

The Second Stage Begins/Mechanoids Attack! - With half of the brawlers eliminated, the second stage of the Bakugan Battle league begins. This round will be a timed race to the finish, with all kinds of tricks and traps that will slow down even the best brawlers. / Mechanoids have crashed the second stage of the Bakugan Battle League, causing all kinds of havoc. The Awesome Brawlers will now have to race against the clock, battling competitors and mechanoids if they want to make it through this round. (6:30 AM)

October 18th:

The Other Fight - Eliminated from the Bakugan Battle League, Ajit is airlifted by drone to a massive cargo ship in the middle of Tokyo Bay. Now that he's on board the cargo ship, he must rescue Dan and Drago, and stop whoever is sabotaging the Battle League. / Dan and Ajit investigate the mysterious cargo ship that the eliminated Brawlers and Bakugan are being held on. Dan races to track down Drago, but along the way runs into a familiar face. (6:30 AM)

October 25th:

The Bakugan Battle League Dash/The Final Stage - With Dan and Ajit eliminated from the Bakugan Battle League - Tokyo Edition, the remaining Awesome Brawlers - Shun, Wynton, Lia and Lightning - race to complete the second stage of the competition. In order to make it to the final stage, the gang will have to pull together to defeat some tough competition. / It's the final stage of the Bakugan Battle League Tokyo Edition! The remaining Awesome Brawlers are ready to go, but just as the final round begins, the competitors are surprised with some unwelcome guests. (6:30 AM)

Ben 10 2016

Last month, it was We Bare Bears, this month, it’s Ben 10 2016 that’s getting a movie premiere.

October 10th:

Ben 10 vs. The Universe: The Movie - The action-packed TV movie will focus around a blast from Ben's past returning to do double the damage on Team Tennyson and planet Earth itself, forcing Ben to go interstellar to save the day. Meanwhile, Gwen and Grandpa Max team up to help protect the world in Ben's absence. But when our boy hero is confused for the villain in space, Ben must figure out a way to get back to Earth to help save it! (10:00 AM)

Craig of the Creek

October 19th:

Trick or Creek - It's Halloween at the Creek, and Craig is on a mission to collect as much candy as humanly possible, but a spooky ghoul from the Creek's past threatens his haul. (7:00 PM)

October 20th:

Fall Anthology - In an attempt to finish a school project, Craig remembers some of his favorite Fall moments. (7:00 PM)

October 21st:

Afterschool Snackdown - Craig enters a food competition in the Creek, but worries he may be out of his league. (7:00 PM)

October 22nd:

Creature Feature - Craig finds himself being chased by a monster in the Creek that's straight out of the movies! (7:00 PM)

October 23rd:

King of Camping - The Williams family goes camping and Craig helps his dad prove he's the King of Camping. (7:00 PM)

DC Super Hero Girls

October 4th:

#SchoolGhoul - When Tatsu Yamashiro asks for help at a haunted all-girls academy, Barbara Gordon and Kara Danvers find themselves caught up in something much bigger than a ghost hunt. (4:00 PM)

Ninjago

October 4th:

The Skull Sorcerer - Separated from the others, Cole must trust his instincts and make the right choices to find his way to the surface to alert King Vangelis of the dangerous Skull Sorcerer. (7:00 AM)

The Real Fall - Cole, Princess Vania and Master Wu fall down a seemingly endless tunnel, into the bowels of Shintaro Mountain. (7:15 AM)

October 11th:

Dungeon Party - Having survived their fall into the mountain, Cole, Wu and Princess Vania befriend a motley group of survivors, called the Lowly, and are told the story of how they too ended up at "Rock-Bottom." (7:00 AM)

Dungeon Crawl! - Having joined forces with the Lowly in their quest to defeat King Vangelis, Cole, Wu, and Vania have to find a way out of the bottom of the mountain, a place said to be inescapable. (7:15 AM)

October 18th:

Masters Never Quit - Pursued by a magma monster, Cole, Princess Vania, Wu & the Lowly arrive at a mysterious temple deep in Shintaro Mountain, a temple which was once a training ground for Earth Elementals including Cole's own mother, Lilly! (7:00 AM)

Grief Bringer - Nya and Kai, who have become the respective leaders of the Munce and Geckles, attempt to unite the tribes in an effort to defeat their mutual enemy, the Skull Sorcerer, who schemes against them. (7:15 AM)

October 25th:

The Darkest Hour - Forced to flee by the arrival of Grief-Bringer, the ninja, the Munce and the Geckles take refuge in the Geckle Strong-Cave. But the bitter feud between Munce and Geckles threatens to tear them apart, just when unity is needed most... when they are about to confront the Skull Sorcerer and Grief-Bringer! (7:00 AM)

The Ascent - Cole, the Lowly, Princess Vania and Wu discover that the stone-mech is fueled by Elemental Power, and attach it to the mine-carts in an effort to blast their way out of the mountain to confront the evil Skull Sorcerer! (7:15 AM)

Teen Titans Go!

October 5th:

Ghost With the Most - When the Halloween Spirit is kidnapped, the Titans must team with Beetlejuice to save the holiday. (7:00 PM)

October 6th:

Bucket List - The Titans give Starfire a bucket list of activies to accomplish. (7:00 PM)

October 7th:

TV Knight 6 - Batman is forced to go to the department store with Alfred, but runs off to watch TV with Commissioner Gordon. (7:00 PM)

October 8th:

Kryponite - When Robin explains that knowing your weakness makes you a better superhero, Starfire journeys to find hers. (7:00 PM)

October 9th:

Thumb War - As the other Titans engage in an all out thumb wrestling war, Starfire tries to broker peace. (7:00 PM)

Total Dramarama

October 26th:

Ghoul Spirit - Gwen rejects the friendship of a friendly ghost. (7:00 PM)

Duncan Carving - Duncan takes advantage of a questionable Halloween legend to steal candy from his classmates. (7:15 PM)

October 27th:

Tu Ba Or Not Tu Ba - The class tries to help Chef achieve his dream of joining the world's most famous tuba band, Tubalicious, only to regret it when they realize how much they'll miss him. (7:00 PM)

October 28th:

Dude Where's Macaw - While trying to defend his elite gamer status, Chef uses an old cheat code that brings a dangerous avatar to life. (7:00 PM)

October 29th:

Way Back Wendel - Courtney must deliberately lose a challenge or let the entire world go back in time. It's a really hard choice for her. (7:00 PM)

October 30th:

Stingin' in the Rain - When Chef gets locked outside in a storm, the kids mistakenly assume he's a robber and decide to protect the Daycare...by any means necessary. (7:00 PM)

Victor and Valentino

October 5th:

Escaramuza - When Valentino's favorite Escaramuza team loses a member, he convinces Xochi to join the squad. He becomes her coach and will do anything to win the big competition. (7:30 PM)

Los Perdidos - When Victor joins a group of nighttime skaters called Los Perdidos, Valentino becomes suspicious of Victor's strange, new, vampire-like behavior. (7:45 PM)

October 6th:

Los Pajaros - When Valentino trades Huitzi's gifts for one of his own, the birds in town start to turn on him. (7:30 PM)

October 7th:

Get Your Sea Legs - When Victor gets teased for not being able to swim, he befriends a mermaid who offers to help - but at a cost. (7:30 PM)

October 8th:

Guillermo's Girlfriend - Victor and Valentino try to cheer up a heartbroken Guillermo by reuniting him with his lost love. (7:30 PM)

October 12th:

Starry Night - When Victor and Valentino embark on a camping trip in the woods, their friends start to act suspicious and strange. (7:30 PM)

October 13th:

Fueygo Fest - When Victor and Valentino throw the biggest kid bash ever, they realize they aren't the party planners they thought they were as things start to fall apart. (7:30 PM)

October 14th:

Folk Art Friends - When Victor and Valentino accidentally release some mischievous alebrije spirits, they must enlist the help of master mischief-maker HueHue to help catch them. (7:30 PM)

October 15th:

The Cupcake Man - When Victor's bad behavior gets out of control, Chata sends him to the one man in town who can set him straight - The Cupcake Man. (7:30 PM)

October 19th:

Villainy In Monte Macabre - In a crossover episode with the Cartoon Network Latin America series, "Villainous," Victor and Valentino team up with Dr. Flug and Demencia to try to find a squid monster who is disguised as a human in Monte Macabre. (7:30 PM)

October 20th:

Charlene Mania - When Victor attempts to have the perfect day off, the town's sudden obsession for Charlene gets in his way. (7:30 PM)

October 21st:

Old Man Teo - When Victor and Valentino are tasked to volunteer at an Old Folks' Home, Valentino becomes buddies with the oldest, crankiest person in Monte Macabre and helps him reclaim his youthful power. (7:30 PM)

October 22nd:

Poacher Patrol - When Don bestows Valentino the responsibility of patrolling the lake, Valentino takes it too far and stops who he believes to be a poacher - with disastrous consequences. (7:30 PM)

October 26th:

Lonely Haunts Club 3: La Llorona - When Valentino sets out to get a little privacy in the woods, Victor is bent on pranking his unsuspecting brother - that is, until Valentino goes missing... (7:30 PM)

October 27th:

In Your Own Skin - When Valentino is mocked for his lack of style, he's determined to get a designer hoodie to prove he has a sense of fashion, which turns out to be harder than it looks. (7:30 PM)

October 28th:

Ghosted - Victor makes a ghost friend but when she interferes with his shot at being part of the cool kids' Tlatchtli team, he must choose between the two. (7:30 PM)

October 29th:

Carmelita - Chata loans Xochi a car under the condition that Victor and Valentino can get rides when they need. However, the car becomes aggressive towards Victor and Valentino and attacks! (7:30 PM)

[terraclae]

Caer's remembrance

In which Arodan has his first real interaction with a scout he had yet to speak to. 

Lore pinglist: @cityofinoue @yuushanoah-fr

'You. You with the scruffy face.'

Arodan looked up from his desk curiously, seeing Caer standing in the library's doorway. 'Afternoon. Can I help you?'

'No. I am just keeping watch.' She said. She didn't particularly look like someone who didn't have questions. 'I'm just making sure you don't decide to run off again.'

'Miss, I have alcohol-' He held up a bottle of castle brewed mead. 'I think I'll be fine as long as your people provide me a bed and a job. I'm just passing the time.' He shot her a look and realized he must have looked really tired.

'That is what worries me. It makes you impulsive.' Caer finally entered and quietly closed the door behind her. If Arodan thought about her he thought about ghosts, how she was pale like one and cold like the dead. 'Give it to me.'

'No, it was a gift.' He immediately dropped the bottle in a drawer and shut it with haste. 'Listen, this is a place of quiet encapsulated solitude, so either you grab a book and do it honor, or leave.'

'Since when is this your castle?'

'I'm the librarian and said nothing about owning this castle.'

Caer quietly glanced over Arodan, settling on his eyepatch again. 'You willing to share that brew kid?'

'Why?'

He wasn't sure how she managed to move a chair over to his desk without even as much as a scrape. When she sat down, it was with a deep rattling sigh that might have been the first noise he heard her make. 'Shit's tough kiddo.'

'Woah, mind your language.' Arodan said, slamming his journal closed and stuffing it in his bag as if he was in the company of a small child. 'I didn't think you'd swear-'

'What, didn't expect it? I'm cranky, Librarian.' She held out her open hand. 'Pass me the mead.'

'Fine.' Arodan grunted, slowly pulling the bottle out of the drawer again. He looped one finger through a teacup in it, placing it before Caer. 'I don't have any more glasses so you will have to make do with this.' And he gave her a hefty teacup full of mead. 'So, what's rough?'

'The strategists. King Balam. The fact there's going to be an enemy at our doors with massive power in their hands. Whatever Kassa is excited about.' She picked up the teacup, her pinky sticking out as if it was a far fancier brew contained within. 'I would be lying if I said this hasn't happened before. You can see by me sitting here that we are still very much alive. But every battle we have to wage is a gamble of fifty-fifty chance.'

'That sounds gloomy.'

'That's war.'

'... Have you always had this occupation?' Arodan asked, eyeing Caer. Looking at her, she seemed to have several scars on her neck only barely visible over the lining of her winter coat. ‘I mean, you seem pretty battle hardened.'

'Aye.' She took a swig of her drink. 'I used to be a wandering mercenary actually, a sellsword. I took whatever job necessary, because it made money and if you're under someone's employment already then you're virtually safe from being dragged to the fighting pits.' She set down her cup and it barely made a clink. Arodan was at this point fascinated how she did that. She pulled the sleeve of her coat up and showed the remnants of a nasty scar left running across her arm. It looked as if someone had attempted to hack it off but failed spectacularly. 'I'm proud of this one actually. The others are meh, but this one means a lot to me.'

'How can you be proud of a scar?' Arodan asked, rubbing his bad eye as if on impulse. 'What did you do to get it?'

'I protected my future mate from robbers.' She grinned, pearly white teeth almost seeming to glint as bright as a small sun. 'I have another on my lower back too and that's hers. She made that scar.' She rubbed her back tenderly and swore it was almost as if the arrow was there again. 'She's a guardian to this little piece of paradise in the Viridian Labyrinth. I was sent there to steal this dumb artifact thing and I ended up getting my heart stolen instead.'

'What's she like?'

'You know those sort of people you see, and just go, oh they're completely out of my league?' Caer started, and Arodan nodded in response. 'That was her, that's Alchemilla, my Milly. I knew it the moment she pointed her bow at me.' She looked fondly into her mead. 'Weird huh? I fell in love with her on first sight and she didn't even trust me for a long time.'

'I don't know. With how many times I've seen others pine, love and be loved in heartfelt ways one could argue it's almost like fate.' Arodan sipped absentmindedly and who came to mind first had been Her Humble Majesty's ship doctor. In the few quiet words they had shared it was apparent she held a deep but uncertain love for a girl overseas she could only hope felt the same.

It had been strangely hopeful.

'I don't like the word fate, but yeah, something like that.' Caer mumbled. 'You know, I think it was her smile that just had my heart completely melting into a pathetic pile of goo.' She made a downwards gesture with her hand and waved her fingers. 'She first smiled at me when I confessed what I was sent to do, and said that she knew. As if she already knew I couldn't do it anymore because of her and she was just waiting for me to admit that.'

'So….?'

'I mean, she's my mate now, so you know how that story ended.'

'Why are you here then?'

Caer paused, brought her hand up to her chin, and immediately downed all of her mead. 'I was born here, in Paramo. I left when I was young and foolish, I wanted more. I didn't know what the world was like back then.' The mead had left a thin film of foam in her cup that she now focused on. 'Back then I only thought of this city as belonging to the old and deceased. Did you know this city and this castle are said to have been here before dragons even existed?'

'Sounds like a bunch of hot air.' Arodan said.

'Yeah, right?' A laugh with a similar rattling timbre to it escaped her. 'But the gist of it was, I left this city as soon as I was old enough with two rules in my mind: One, do not get yourself caught by fighting pit recruiters, second, march on your own terms. I still abide by those rules but they sure hardened my heart those early days.' She smiled again, a softer and more reclusive smile this time. 'Got mashed right open by Milla.'

'I'm happy for you. Being in love sounds nice.' Arodan absentmindedly answered, staring down his own mead.

'You should try it sometimes. Maybe it'll soften you up.'

'No thanks.' He felt a hint of humor in her voice and it was nice, unexpected. It starkly contrasted the first impression he had gotten from her. '... What are the fighting pits? I don't think I have ever heard of it.'

'Ah. Yes.' She held out her teacup for Arodan to refill. 'The technical name is Striker's Dome. It's this big underground complex where rich people throw their best fighters in the ring to duke it out. Thing is, a lot of the fighters aren't folks who signed up to be there, they're poor sods who got abducted and forced to fight.' She took a good moment or two before she continued, sipping her drink as if it would make her talk better when she full well knew it didn't, not for her at the least. 'People who are so far gone thanks to that awful place often come here because the things that were drilled into their heads meant no one else would have them. You know how it is.'

'Yeah.' This time it seemed Arodan's turn to down his drink in one go and suddenly felt very old. 'How come I've never heard of it?'

'Listen, these folks think they're running a good thing here, so they'll do anything to keep it safe. If that means keeping it alive on word of mouth they'll have it. The only place it is well known in is in the city of Glasir.' Caer spat her words with disdain and turned away from Arodan. 'Goddamn Striker. What a freak.'

'Is that the figure who runs this business?'

'Sorta. He's the co-owner, got the Dome named after himself.'

'I see.' He glanced at his journal momentarily. What self respecting person names a place like that after themselves? 'How do you know this much about it if you've never been there?'

‘I've never been in the pit. That doesn't mean I haven't been in the dome as a spectator.’ That seemed the end of their conversation and Arodan didn't feel the particular need to ask Caer more. In silence they drank and soon Arodan realized he actually really desired the company. In times like these everyone seems fearful and it came to him that must have been what Caer had wanted from him.

‘You know-’

He perked up. ‘Yes?’

‘You don't seem bad kid. I don't trust you, but there's something to your eyes.’ Caer remarked, setting an empty cup down on Arodan’s desk. ‘No wonder King Balam gave you a chance.’

‘I haven't been here long enough to call my shot already. I haven't proven myself yet.’ Arodan finished his own glass and set it down, a warm buzz washing over him. ‘I know Balam doesn't trust me yet. And that he wants me to feel at home despite that.’ He leant on his hand, his bad eye buried in his palm. ‘I don't understand why he tries. This could have been so much easier.’

‘The man has a good, chargeless heart aight.’ She reached out to pat Arodan's shoulder who immediately shot up with an incredulous look. ‘Also you have a nice face so that helps you fall in his favor.’

‘Okay, first…’ He lowered his voice to a whisper just in case anyone was listening. ‘King Balam doesn't have a charge? And second, how is having a nice face going to help me?’

‘I thought it was obvious. The man looks like he's always searching for something, gods. Only a chargeless guardian looks that longingly.’ She took a deep breath and wore a grin that hid annoyance. ‘As for your second question, our king gets up to mischief sometimes. Mischief in play, mischief in romantic pursuits. It doesn't interfere with his job but isn't stifled either.’

‘No, it wasn't obvious to me.’ He wasn't sure what he should be focusing on first. It was too late to suppress the blush on his cheeks and managed to cool himself by thinking he had only really spoken twice to the king in long conversations with small conversations interspersed. Nothing to get flustered over. ‘So… Is there no risk in him leaving then to find his charge?’

‘He loves Paramo too much to do so. He once said he might if he passes the mantle to his children but I know he's just hoping it's one of the many antiques he imports or someone who comes walking in.’ She answered. ‘He won't leave. This city means too much to him.’

‘That's reassuring.’

‘It's the little things.’ She moved to hold up her empty cup in a joyful gesture once again. ‘Anyway, I should go. Can't be getting drunk now.’

‘I am. I'm a lightweight it seems.’ He watched as she got up and left the chair where she had dragged it. ‘See you around I guess.’

‘You got it.’ She pat Arodan’s head. ‘Thanks for talking with me kiddo. I needed that. It's nice to talk about my missus like that.’

‘Same sentiment-’

‘Don't tell anyone though.’ Her eyes darted between the empty bottle of mead and Arodan's gaze. ‘If anyone asks, I wasn't here or I was here to yell at you. Okay?’

Arodan said nothing but a finger rose to his lips in the universal sign of people who didn't snitch on their new allies. ‘Goodbye miss Caer. Don't close the door too loudly as you leave.’

Caer shrugged, and left silent as ever. The only thing that'd might reveal her was her funny-looking grin that glinted in the dark of the halls.

Caer genuinely couldn't tell if she was far away enough, and fair enough, he didn't really care. His head gently buzzed and he flipped his journal open. ‘There. Swear words. Happy, Mimir?’

‘I will soon know many more.’ The journal wrote in bright gold on a new blotch of black. It seemed almost vaguely threatening. ‘Mimir though?’

‘Yes, that's your name now. You posses a sentience of your own, so you deserve a name right?’ He started to write in the journal on an empty page, detailing his day. ‘That name came to me.’

‘I like it.’ Appeared on the left page Arodan wasn't writing on. ‘Mimir. Miiiiimir. Mim.’

‘Stop that.’

‘I love it.’ The book scribbled. ‘Thank you.’ Finally  the journal ceased writing on its own.

Arodan didn't respond with anything beyond a thin smile, and continued to record his thoughts and progress of that day as if his life depended on it.

[disasterghaster-moved]

SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY

She didn’t have many people in her life that might understand her knuckles smacking into them. Half the reason for striking out was the hope that Worth would be one of them. If not, the secondary hope was just that they’d work out enough energy that she could figure out the words in the aftermath.

She’d tried to give Charlie words, but they all sounded stupid and lacked...something vital.

Her anger expressed in her swings seemed far more livid.

Not knowing about the changes of his used up rune, she came at him directly. Having already decided that she would still be pulling back on punches, merely a little less. And that she would be doing actual harm up into the point where he’d lose. She’d done that enough. Was how she approached most conflicts with enemies and frenemies alike.

Found Worth in the clinic from behind him and got one hand on the back of his shirt and the other on his waistband. Picking him right up off his feet and sending him tumbling hard out into the hall.

“You weren’t listening!”

After he’d found out what the rune’s effects were, he’d almost instantly decided to seek out Devang. At some point. But first he wanted to find something to fucking drink. None of the usual intoxication had come with this rune and he was still hungover, needing just a little hair of the dog to get him through the rest of the day. And then he’d go find Devang and see if she still wanted to tussle. So that’s how she found him, kneeling in front of the bathroom cabinet under the sink and rummaging around in there.

He hadn’t flown in a long time. So there was that. Kinda nice, except for the landing. But being picked up and bodily thrown like that just added to the feeling of being powerless. Like a little kid who could easily be pushed around and lectured to. And that’s what she was trying to do right now, he knew. “Teach” him something. Worth was probably one of the people who could look past her fists and her anger and see something else, but right now he didn’t want to confront what he saw.

He rolled around onto his knees and staggered back up. Brushed himself off and shot her a glance over his shoulder.

“Was listenenin’ fine. Ya think m’dumb for doin’ this. Got it. Noted.”

Devang put a fist right through the doorframe on her way out the bathroom after him. No. That was not what she was telling him. That is not what she was thinking. He wasn’t listening. He wasn’t hearing anything.

Lips had peeled away from teeth again. Nose crinkled and a matching snarl of frustration coming out of her.

“Wrong.” Not yet realizing that he’d gotten up a little easily for someone just bodily tossed.

His eyes rolled and he grumbled out an exasperated sigh. “Ugh, christ. Fine then. Wut ya sayin’.” Strode right up to her and got in her space, which was a dumb thing to do for basically anybody but God, and crossed his arms. Wasn’t afraid. He’d like to think he wouldn’t have been afraid even without a rune based steroid injection, because it wasn’t like Devang would ever REALLY hurt him. Kind of annoying, but it gave him a further feeling of safety.

“Well? All ears, luv.”

If she could fit the words together, she would have told him. In that usual well worded manner she had when the jigsaw of them actually matched edges enough to do so. Right now they were all corner pieces. All of them.

The son of a bitch was arrogant and he was blindly letting it happen. Playing right into Pride’s damn hand and asking for belly rubs. And!!! There was more. Ways to tell him that. To communicate and help give him some anchor words--BUT!!! EVERYTHING WAS BUZZING AND crackling and smashing and darting and spinning and sudden redirects and very little came together. Her mind was one of those scribbly line ball thought bubbles in comic books.

That left her with butting her forehead into the bridge of his nose. Fuck. You. You overconfident ball of assetry. You’re going to hear me in the snap of your cartilage.

Unfortunately, that told him nothing. If he’d had a second to sit down and think. If he could have found something to drink and maybe had a night or two to mull it over, he’d have probably come to the understanding that she was upset about more than just a poor choice in character on his part. That she wasn’t just trying to police his actions and warn him about some danger he didn’t think existed. But he wasn’t even close to that yet.

He was angry too, and now in awful pain as his nose went to the left and stayed there under the force of the impact. He touched his fingers to the blood on his upper lip and stared at it, absolutely no logical thought running through his brain other than indignation. Feelings actually kind of hurt and responding to it by twisting into stronger anger.

But you know what? That was fine. That was better than fine. If she wanted to fight some more, he’d play. Maybe this time it would be actually fair. He looked back up at her, eyes as cold as their icy blue color.

“Devang.” He let go of the nickname without even realizing it. “Yer not sayin’ anythin’ new, ya know. An’ I don’t think ya really wanna do this.” The words were a challenge, a warning, and a ghost of his true self all in one. Worth was always game for some light punches and dirty fighting, but true violence just wasn’t in him. He had no need or want for it. But right now he’d be willing to use it. And that alone was a red flag that he should have noticed right off the bat.

“One knock out doesn’t make you an undisputed champ, Quincy.” She wasn’t doing this to play patty-cake. Tension in her arms and shoulders. Knees already slightly bent and balance rooted. Except for a sideways stagger of her body that would have been the smarter angle of stance. Rather keeping straight on and squaring off with him. A bit required when they were in the same height bracket.

“oH WOW ya know wUT????” He swung a quick right fist at Devang’s face, nothing about his movement strategic or thought out, just fueled by pure INSULT. Behind that punch was the force of his newly acquired strength, and absolutely no amount of holding back. Part of him was curious to see if he’d crack a cheekbone. The other part just wanted to show her. He deserved some respect goddammit.

She was not at all prepared for that amount of force to get transferred out of his fist and into her face. She had tough bones, but that was enough to knock her down when unprepared. Put a fracture in the cheekbone and took her a moment to proCESS what just happened from the ground. Working on getting back up on her elbow as that process happened around a pretty blinding amount of momentary pain.

Thankfully her biology lightly splinted the fracture enough that it couldn’t, at least, get worse without getting hit in the same place again. Would delay swelling.

Starting to realize he just hit her like a supernatural person and not a human with experience. Which was going to result in a secondary realization next.

It was really sick but the sight of her on the ground and just fucking confused made him feel… slightly better. Not completely, since he didn’t actually want to HURT her but hopefully this made her understand a little better. After all, sometimes Devang just got in a space where only violence made any noise. What could he really say, anyway? To make her understand he needed to show her.

“Gettin’ th’ picture, luv? Ya gotta trust me on these things. I don’t lie.” He had an urge to outright kick her when she was down, but managed to fight against it. He wasn’t cruel or anything. He also had a very strong urge to offer her a hand up.

Fought against that too.

Hoho. Hohoooo. That second realization hit like a quick toke on an opium pipe. Eyes going from wide in confusion to narrow in anger that wasn’t being held in check anymore. Getting feet back under her and standing.

“It ain’t my ears that ain’t hearin’. It ain’ my heart that ain’t trustin’. It ain’ my tongue tha’s lyin’.” Words were building up with the violent energy trying to crawl out of her throat at the same time. Started to laugh in a low rasp. Straight out a graveyard fog. Stance completely different from the first. Sideways and hands up in a general position. Neither fisted nor flat.

“Try that again, lover-mine. Pride won’t have two halves of your fucking arrogance to glue together when I’m done with you.” Let’s go, Mister I’m-Big-League-Now.

He had absolutely no idea what the fuck she was talking about there, and it wasn’t just because her speech had slurred a bit. It was like a part of his brain just shut off, the part that usually so intuitive. Them were fightin’ words as far as he was concerned, and that was all he cared about right now.

“Oh please.” He went for her throat this time. Partly because he knew it was a spot that would cause significant damage from just a punch, and partly because it was her WORDS that were stoking the fire in him. Knuckles going straight for the fleshy part of her throat under his chin, where he’d put so much care into marking not too long ago.

Worth wanted All-Out Devang. He got All-Out Devang. She was in stance. She was keen minded and prepared. His knuckles smacked into the meaty part of a palm, and it smarted, but it didn’t get her throat as hopped. Worse than that, she brought her other palm in an upward blow into the back of his elbow. If it didn’t pop it into the wrong 90 degree angle then it would at least strain it into feeling that way. She could follow up the blow with another, but refrained to some degree still.

She didn’t want him dead. Just hurting. And listening.

“Don’t be so chaste, this isn’t a first date.” Admonished his choice of attack. Giving him a push with the captured fist to stagger him back a step once more.

It almost snapped his arm upwards at the elbow, but the tension he held against her palm ended up saving the limb from bending beyond the point of no return. It still sent a lightning rod of pain down his forearm and made his pinkie and ring finger numb, but he grit his teeth and stubbornly kept that fist in her grasp. In fact he forced his fingers through the spaces between her own and clasped their hands together fully, so that when he yanked back on his semi-injured arm he could yank her closer along with it. Turning slightly and catching her with his knee with the momentum of that pull, aiming as close to the solar plexus as he could get with his bony leg.

“Aw, didn’t know ya were so eager! Hope ya brought protection, luv.”

At the same time he was going to try and twist that wrist he held, same direction as his body. Sharp and sudden like a doorknob that wouldn’t budge. It would be impressive if he had some sort of a plan in mind but it all came down to him feeling damn good at the strength in his arms. It was something he’d never gotten the chance to experience before and it was… fucking intoxicating. Just being able to lock hands with Devang and look her straight in the fact instead of being thrown back was worth it all.

And he wanted to keep going, whether he disarmed her or disabled her.

 Getting the wind knocked out of her was not an uncommon feeling. It hurt for a few second flash and would hurt in a dull throb of surface pain after, but a short coughed inhale that didn’t exhale and hunch didn’t stop her from hooking free arm under that leg at the knee while it was up there.

Saved her from the wrist twist which would have been difficult to salvage. She pulled up on the knee and and then forward enough to get him completely out of control of his balance. Swallowing back a need to dry heave when her diaphragm kicked back into order. And dropped weight that got transferred to the leg she was holding.

Didn’t think he was flexible enough to not feel pain from doing a sudden full split on the ground like a seasoned cheerleader.

She would have thought wrong about his flexibility, but only when it didn't include being forcefully driven to the floor in a painful strain on his groin and inner thigh. He cried out and retaliated by grabbing the back of her head and pulling with all his strength plus a little more fueled by anger and pain. Let's make her nose just as crooked and shattered as his was.

Meanwhile his leg was a bit stuck in that position because wow.

Devang didn’t expect the grab on her head on the way down.  Hitting her knees hard and going wherever those arms decided her head needed to go. Unexpected and fast tended to mean pain, however.

YUP pain was the name of the game. And honestly it probably would have looked downright hilarious if the circumstances weren't so awful. Worth doing an impromptu split on the floor and driving Devang's face right down into his upturned knee. Even though it wasn't bent it was still a knee. And bony as hell, just like the rest of him.

This whole mix of posture was ridiculous and she couldn’t really make it not ridiculous from the floor like that. So she came up with her head holding her nose and giving him a really dirty sort of stare to the face. Why did he have to make EVERYTHING ridiculous???

Listen whether he was possessed by a hell artifact or being Prideful as fuck, he was still Worth. There was no getting around that ladies and gentlemen, and his true self shone through as he took in the way she was looking at him. Breaking up his anger with a few chuckling breaths through his own crooked teeth, unable to help the smug little shit eating grin.

"C'mon Vangers. Give it up. I don't go down easily to begin wi'." Kind of easing his legs back into a more natural position under him instead of rooting for the home team. "Wut are ya tryin' to prove anyway?"

“I ain’ provin’ nothin’. Yer not hearin’!” Yelling, half muffled, from under that hand pressed to her nose. Shoving him hard with her free hand in the chest. He’d. Managed to break up some of her own anger, but she was still mad!!! And her brain was still buzzing and disjointed. She was trying! Like she told Charlie!

Didn’t seem to mean anything to anyone,

"Much as I love gettin' m'ass beat from time to time, this ain't exactly th' way to explain weird fuckin' feelings that don't make any sense." Which was??? Not even true???? And he heard the words coming out of his mouth and didn't fully believe them but honestly fuck her. And he shoved her back just drive that point home. She couldn't ever just be simple. She always had to be some goddamn enigma wrapped up in a sudoku puzzle dipped in three layers of mental illness and trauma and he just wanted--

Well, he wasn't sure. He wanted her to just trust that he could handle himself, or at least that's what his brain was telling him. And it was more thought than had been able to get through his anger in the past five minutes so... at least there was that. Even if it was just a prideful shadow of his true feelings.

Both hands got behind the next shove. Snarl back.

“Ya eatin’ yer own fuckin’ tail!” More yelling. Blood running from nose and onto lips, flecking the words some, but whatever. Not important. Following up with another simplified punch to his face. “I see too far so stop lookin’ at tha end of yer own nose!”

His head rocked back with the punch and, simplified or not, he was now sporting a bit of a split lip himself. A few of those words actually sinking in a little. Probably because they were more simple? Eating your own tail. He understood that. End of your nose.

Or maybe it was the repeated blows to the head.

He furrowed his brow in some mix of confusion and disgust. Let out another derisive laugh. "Wut, are ya worried 'bout me that much??? Scared I'll destroy myself if I don't realize wut's ~~~really~~~ goin' on?" He was mocking it, yeah, but least it made more sense and had more meaning to him than ‘doN T bE STUPid punchpunch’.

The knuckles of her offending hand were getting a swirling sort of grainy quality. She didn’t want him dead, no. Couldn’t it him with a Diablo Punch, but she could hit him with a less dangerous and overpowering version of it that had no name and had never actually been used before it was thrown at Worth. It’s an energy enhance blow. A solid force of its own that wouldn’t be much impeded by a standard block and would travel forward a good six inches in any direction forward from the initial impact of the fist. It’s more of an extension of force and momentum than anything.

Stop. Laughing.

“Ya already don’!”

WELP. It got him to shut up a second or two. Knocking him backwards off his knees and sending him skidding over the floor of the floor of the clinic. Arms and legs splayed out as he lay in a short daze and pieced together why he was seeing stars without her even touching him. Took him a minute but he remembered. Maybe he should have asked for telekenetic powers too. Then again he never really asked for anything *specifically*.

He lay there and actually thought for a second. Already didn't... what? Oh, yeah, realize the enormity of whatever danger she was so urgently warning him of. Huh.

She.

Might have a point.

Through everything was the fact that he'd always trusted her. Even after she killed Charlie he'd still had faith in her, and that was too firm a foundation to just be washed away completely. But.

But!!!

He was gonna give her the finger from the floor anyway.

Because reasons. Wasn't fully ready to accept it yet.

Sat right back down on her heels. Somehow satisfied by the flashing of middle finger. Now her face hurt and the noise was quieter. The snow on a TV screen instead of some milling mass of locusts eating all her thoughts and words. Back to mostly just wanting to die.

“Didja hafta break my cheekbone?” Anger out of her voice and replaced with a certain sort of dry lethargy and grim resignation. Felt like she’d been heard and what he did next was his own informed decision. One way or another.

Stare having fallen down to the palms resting on her knees loosely.

And that's what ended up sinking some remorse into him. That quiet, reserved tone that didn't ask him to beg for forgiveness just simply asked if he'd *had* to. And... no. No, really hadn't. This all had been completely unnecessary, even more than the average hobo fight between drunks in the alley by his clinic. He sat himself up after another moment and rubbed his head like he was waking up from a bad hangover. It wasn't just a hangover though and he wasn't... fully woken up.

Just wasn't all that angry anymore. Frustrated and sad and a little disgusted with the whole thing. Devang being angry he could deal with. His pride has a very quick and dirty answer to anger. Guilt, and the feeling that maybe he COULD have been wrong, was harder to deal with. Pride wanted to deny it all together but he couldn't. He just couldn't. He might be wrong and he might have fucked up more than just her cheekbone.

Might have.

He sighed into his hand and wiped some blood off his chin. He'd ask why she DIDN'T break his bones but he knew the answer to that. "Cuz yer in th' runnin' against me for biggest dick?"

“‘Ready know my dick’s bigger. E’en when I dun haffun.” Some of that was an actual roughly Scottish sounding accent under all the broken nose slurs. Finally lifted hands with some effort of will, not for actual exhaustion so much as mental sorts, to start snapping nose bones back into alignment enough for her that natural splinting to take place. Wasn’t too bad of a displacement so she managed it before her vision tried to tunnel too much.

"Pretty sure that bringin' size up is a great way to get punched in th' dingo." Yeah he just called her private parts a dingo. What OF IT? But yeah, he wasn't going to go down that endless spiral of measuring contests. Not today, anyway.

He scrunched up his nose as he heard the bones snap back into place. "Eugh. Ya know that's... that's pretty fuckin' disturbin'. Jus' watchin' ya do that." Specifically because he should have been doing that, and that thought was an uncomfortable mixture of pride and guilt together.

His own nose was pretty loosely set from before, and he reached up to touch it gingerly. Winced and decided to focus on smoking instead. That is, if they were done wailing on each other. He was mostly done. Even managed to drain a lot of the nastiness out of his voice.

"Ya sound like Johnny Depp tryin' to play th' Mad Hatter by th' way." Well, most of the nastiness.

Smacked a fist, now done with her nose, into one end of a well placed floorboard. Knocking it downward and sending the other end up into the underneath of his chin. Look. She’ll keep beating you up. Just not nearly as hard.

Cranky despite the overall calm down. Going to stand after hitting the floorboard.

The floorboard knocked his cigarette out of his mouth in the middle of him trying to light it, and lit up a whole new spark of anger in him. Ripped that floorboard right out and knocked her in the side with it like a big old baseball bat LOOK HE WILL STILL BEAT YOU UP TOO.

“WELL YA DO????????? CHRIST.”

Two things broke, the board a couple ribs. FuCKiNG HEll. She doubled over a bit and hacked one hell of a couple coughs. Holding the side and bracing other hand to her knee. Needed a fucking second for that one.

She’d get him back in a moment. Small timeout, maybe.

Good, maybe during that timeout he could light his goddamn cigarette and take a drag on it like he’d been trying to do for a while now. And he still needed a drink, he remembered. Thought about asking her straight up if she had any, but… nah. No way. Instead he went to grab his keys and stuffed them in his pocket.

“Goin’ out for a while.” He paused at the door and looked back. “I’ll wrap those when I come back.”

Seeing him just...vacate had started to ping into her chest as another abandonment in the last couple of days. Which, in of itself, wasn’t a fear or anything. Just hurt. A lot. Left her feeling a multitude of things. Increasing her lack of self worth. Made her question if she was or was not an unreasonable monster.

Then he’d made an indication of returning. Softened that feeling and made that pit more shallow than before. Though she wasn’t sure if she was going to stay long enough for him to come back and do that. Bitterness making her want to vanish and suffer her injuries alone. Lack of emotional confidence seeking to stay and be touched softly despite having lost her temper or something stupid and pathetically attached like that.

Her turn to show him a long, gloved, middle finger. Then put the hand back on her knee. For now she was winded and needed to recover. She’d figure out which of all those things she would act on before he came back.

[iphoenixrising]

Justice is Blind AU: Batfam

The first one is found here. Ah @satire-please is going to have a long week, so something, right?

**

He isn’t screaming.

But it’s a close thing.

Immortal, obsessive bad guys are really just a righteous pain in the ass.

Red’s back arches automatically in abject agony, gritting his teeth so hard he’s going to break one eventually, and the incessant pounding noise echoing in a psychotic, echoing loop from all sides brings him just a step closer to losing his fucking mind.

It’s a small catch in the track, an undertone hidden so well, he almost, almost misses the subliminal message among the madness:

Give in

Get.

Fucked.

Ra’s.

Seriously.

Without the cowl, though, he’s going to have it rough; the constant noise throwing him off hard enough for bile to burn at the back of his throat every few minutes.

He twists a wrist in the manacles, but can’t hit the right trigger to release the lock picks or blast pellets. His harness and utility belt are gone, and the sounds abruptly change to something more high-pitched, like nails on a chalkboard, and fuck, just kill him now.

He shouldn’t have gone off half-cocked to avoid Dick and Damian, should have stayed at the Manor for more than a few hours once he told Bruce the truth. If he’d been closer to functioning at 100%, the cowl’s radar array repaired, and one less concussion, the ninjas probably wouldn’t have gotten the drop on him.

Welp, now’s the time to think sneaking out of the Cave while Bruce was changing out of the Batsuit as a really terrible plan.

Give in

**

Ra’s al Ghul, however, cannot find it within himself to stay away. His previous fascinations pale in comparison to this, watching the Detective fight against the assault to his most powerful sense, attempt to regain his control, his equilibrium, to continue to surpass all expectations. And Ra’s should be watching the live feed from his throne room rather than plug his own ears and be here close enough to reach out.

Eight hundred years has taught him patience, and yet—

Just the tips of his fingers slide through the Detective’s hair, a ghost of a touch.  The next is feather light, a swipe under one eye in a barely-there motion, enough for the struggling vigilante to jerk away, to try gauging where an attack might come from. It is a reminder as they why he is here, why they are here.

Timothy Jackson Drake would have to be tested thoroughly for the League of Assassins to accept him as Heir Apparent to the Demon’s Head. And there would be many for the Detective; trials to test his strength, skills, and stamina. It would be the beginning on the long path of verification, to validate Timothy Drake as worthy regardless of this handicap.

Of course, the he had not come to this decision lightly. In fact, once Red Robin began to move around as a vigilante again, the League of Assassins’ information network reported the rumors and first sightings to him personally; unfortunately, the brunt of his displeasure was wrought upon the messengers, and, other than Talia’s tirade, had been exceptionally worth it. As the upstart was supposed to be dead, a forgotten, broken thing in the streets of Gotham City, his survival against the skill of Ra’s himself, a game played between them the Detective unerringly won in the end, was unheard of. The enemies of the League of Assassins do not live to regret their trespasses, and the exceptions to this rule are few.

Those few, however, are rather exceptional specimens—ones who could be his successor.

By the time Red Robin re-emerged in Gotham City, sited by his spies, the notion had been planted, a seed of possibility grown into vines. Bruce Wayne, the Batman, would never break. He would stay the path of the Bat until his last breath, but Timothy Drake had proven viable. If any of them were unstable, enough to possibly be turned to Ra’s way of thinking, it would be the abandoned son—Jason Todd or Tim Drake. As he already had his opportunity with Todd, the next of the Batman’s successors, the brilliant Detective, would be the most beneficial to the League.  

Even now as Ra’s watches, stares into those pale, useless eyes, he can see the thoughts calculating, churning. Yes, the Detective could be made better, already possessed the raw talents needed.

He would be tested—until he broke and then could be remade.

Let the game begin.

Ra’s smiles to himself as he steps back into the darkness.

**

Another change, another round of agony, pulling uselessly at the set of manacles around his ankles and thighs.

He has no idea how long he’s been there, time slipping away—

But Shiva had pointedly reminded him of training with the armless master, while carelessly beating the absolute shit out of him Day 1 to make sure he got the message (next time, air mail, broken everything sucks). Everyone is handicapped in in some way, but only the master can choose that weakness. She made him realize it didn’t have to be his eyes.

Welp, time to take that little lesson to heart.

So he forces himself to adapt to it, and can concentrate enough to finally get the last fucking resort out of the seam of his under suit, lining up with his forearm, a thin metal rod that isn’t really the best thing for picking cuffs, but, you know, better than nothing.

He almost drops the damn thing—twice. His hands are shaking and lock picking is delicate work (in most cases, increased sensitivity in his fingertips is stellar), but the cuff does finally pop free and he can reactivate the gauntlets—two disruptors spit out into his palm and he throws without moving for a nice long thirty-eight seconds or so, just gives himself some time to enjoy silence when the disruptors kill the sound board and whatever else made the room vibrate.

Next, tech. The back of the right boot, enough pieces for an emergency bo, smaller than his standard. Left boot, four patches, one for each extremity under the uniform. They give a low-grade pulse when moving targets are scanned. The pulses speed up and slow depending on proximity. You know, things to make fighting without the radar array that much easier. Just a few hundred ninjas—kind of like a tough Wednesday.

The room leads into a narrow corridor, and if he takes any past encounters with Ra’s al Ghul into accounts, all roads lead to trap.

He strafes to the right, bo raise to run along the vent line, to place possible escape routes. Other hand skims, searching for iStar panels, card key panels, just something he could hack.

The nearly soundless footsteps answer that question. Seven from what he can tell, so someone apparently knows he’s out (disruptors probably took out cameras in the room).

A dip in the wall is finally a doorway, giving him room to duck, place the muffled noises. The corridor has a curve at the end, lets out into a bigger room—possibly a control/throne room or an underground hangar (knowing Ra’s of course).  But when it’s time to strike, he clears everything, empties out expectation and ego and fear—he becomes his senses, trusts them to put him right where he needs to be.  

And he moves like water and wind, a seemingly endless wave, using the bo to propel him into the thick, taking out two in a breath, a half whirl of the bo, using the momentum to leap and spin, extend the bo like an extension of his own arm to take out a two more, keep the swing to place where the others are. In the landing, he moves with an elbow to the face, corresponding shin kick, blood flying past his face with a molar.

Heel kick back and sharp (that’s going to hurt in the morning. Not sorry about it).

A right-handed palm strike at him, the waves of air by his face shifting, showing him which way to dodge. Too close, get your fucking head in it, Red.

He jumps, rebounds off the wall, get some power behind the roundhouse. Last one gives up the deets on where his gear has been taken. Then, well, it’s nap time.

Red runs the bo up the wall again looking for—

Jackpot

The vent is just an inth too small, but without the harness and utility belt, he’s glad he was good over the holiday season. He can totally still squeeze into the under suit.

He pulls himself along more than crawls, the sounds of training (ze! HUUAH!) from the right, heavier machinery from the left (hangar, something big is flying the fuck in), and when the right holds a nice calm sound of softly running hard drives does he grin and quietly pull the vent cover.

No breathing, no creaking chairs, no scent of old blood and dirt, score.

Dropping down is a terror even though he has the bo below his feet to calculate jumps; as usual, his brain rolls with it, configures his stance. He follows the noise to the loudest (reads as oldest or most overworked i.e. a lot of data) server and luckily has the hack pad still.

With a grin, Red cracks his knuckles, wondering if Ra’s is a fan of prime-time television.

**

Monitors all over the Cradle turn to static.

The Hunt for Sasquatch takes up every screen.

**

Twenty feet down and five more ninjas, he gets to the armaments room where his utility belt, cowl, and harness are hopefully waiting.

Hacking the keypad takes a minute and a half longer than expected (and sincerely pisses him off). He literally finds out why when the door starts to open.

Well, trap.

**

The sounds of fight in progress, please take a number to the brawl calculates fast: the hiss of swords and bos foremost; meaty punches from fists and kicks. He gets pulled into the fray with a group coming up the corridor behind him, and the fight takes them inside, Red listening for acoustics, size, and possible obstacles, anything in the room he can use or be used against him.

When the crash of expensive glass signals throne room, he grits his teeth (because of this fuckery) and makes the next dodge, the next punch, the next knock out, he moves like he’s against Shiva, against King Snake, against the Iron Fist; he adapts fast, bo pinging off an embedded hand rail he uses to leap, uses to kick and disarm. He gets knocked into what’s apparently Ra’s private system, monitors shattering under his back, and owfuck, that’s the tower. He bets the damn thing has Windows 96 or something equally as horrific.

He’s up, bo extended when the too familiar sound of an epic spinning back kick is his undoing. A meaty thump in his chest is fucking ow because he hasn’t even been close since the whole nah, I don’t need that cape, thanks anyway, debacle (catching unconscious Red Robins notwithstanding).

“Oh my God, Tim?”

Fuck. His body stutters to an abrupt halt, turning useless eyes in the direction of—

The approaching ninja from behind him gets a once-in-a-liftime ass kicking, just so he can completely forget he heard Nightwing from somewhere across the room.

The second voice, though, that one makes the muscles in his arms and legs twinge.

“Drake! Down!”

He ducks on instinct, the wind of a body flying over him: short, light. Robin’s boot takes out a jaw with probably righteous indignation.

He doesn’t spare time for a thanks, but don’t eviscerate me, but gets up and moves, throwing himself back into the fray because, well, Bats apparently.

And before he realizes, before he’s ready, his last backhand leads to quiet, just panting breaths and a whole lot of unconscious. It’s a nice enough sound that he leans an elbow on the bo to breathe for this little thing.

Fucking Ra’s.

“Tim!”

The Nightwing boots make a specific sound, probably because of the extra weight in the sole; you know, makes those stunning spinning back kicks just that much more in your face. But the fast approaching vigilante alert makes him straighten, wary since, you know, not really good here.

He just holds up the free hand, “all fine,” and it is fine, now that the torture is done, some ninjas stomped, he’s good. Really. Well, maybe hand Ra’s a little vigilante ass beating because what a complete dick. “Anyone find my utility belt? That would be stellar at this juncture.”

And like he expects a punch to the face, he flinches when gloved fingers press against his jaw, tilting his dead eyes up, and Nightwing chokes, a sick noise.

“Your eyes.”

Yup. Thanks for the news flash.

“Oh my God, oh my God, Tim, you’re—”

“Pretty much,” he supplies, gingerly pulling back, but N’s hands tighten down, and he knows the older vigilante is staring down at him, probably in shock.

With a sinking suspicion, he wonders how long it’s going to take for N to try and take this cape away from him too.

“I — Tim, when. What...How? Dammit, I’m sorry, but —”

“It’s fine,” he deadpans. “It’s been over a year.”

And N just grabs on, the instinct never fading, never truly gone. The one that always nudged him to be more affectionate, more protective than he was with Jason; considering Tim’s past, his absentee parents, well, it was really obvious how much the third Robin needed it.

Regardless of whether Red wants it or not, he’s getting it right now because Nightwing’s chest stutters hard (and look at how much he’d missed, what he let happen), and the fine tremble works its way through. All the old recriminations come back to haunt him and there isn’t anything he can, this isn’t a bout of Joker venom or fear gas, it’s not torn skin that could be sewn to heal and scar, another mark in the fight against the baddies. It’s not even a broken back that can heal and support weight, that can fight again. 

This is a lot more fail than that. A year, blind, and without a safety net. No Titans to back him up, no using WE resources so Tim Drake wouldn’t be outed unless he chose to be.

“I’m sorry,” Nightwing chokes out, face wet under the domino, “I’m so, so sorry, Tim.”

But, Red can’t do it, he just doesn’t have the strength for this. Him and N? Very much not this anymore. Firmly, he pushes N back a step, gets enough room to breathe.

“Like I said, it’s fine,” and yeah, guy that lies to Batman because almost nothing about this situation is really fine right now. But he takes another step back, away (body is two more steps to his slight right, dodge that shit). “You two just do your thing. Ra’s has my tech and I’m getting it back.”

N swipes a forearm over his face, mouth open to immediately argue even if he feels like he’s deep in Gotham Harbor, drowning, unable to get a hand hold to claw at the water, cold all over.

Robin beats him to it before Red can turn, “the Batplane is located out the south-west corridor. It is prepared should you have sustained any injuries, Red.”

And he can’t help it. At all, but turns toward the sound of Robin’s voice since say what now?

There’s a shifting of feet that means his empty stare is succeeding in making Robin uncomfortable.

“Seriously, we’ll have to do the whole Vigilante Anonymous Spring Formal sometime other time,” and it doesn’t hurt his feelings in the slightest fucking bit to turn his back and step over the piles of bodies everywhere because you wanted me gone, remember? Well, once the shock wears off, Nightwing and Robin will have the perfect excuse.

“Whoa, wait a minute, Tim, Timmy! C’mon, please just wait a minute,” N coming right the fuck after him, and he sounds a little more together.

Red manages to avoid the grasping hand, turning quick on his heel to make N have to stop fast to avoid smacking into him. “I don’t have time for whatever the fuck this is. Set-up an appointment outside of bad guy, super-secret lairs.”

“If you’d answer your damn phone when I call, I would have made an appointment.” N seethes back, snarking just like the better days, and maybe that’s whyhe lets the elder former Robin grip his shoulder in an impossibly tight hold. The thumb of the other hand swipes under his bare eye; without thinking, he slaps it away, wishes for a domino or the cowl.

“Look, I have no idea what the fuck you’re even doing here, but can we just—”

“Why we’re here?” N repeats dumbly, “for your silly ass, Tim. Why else would we just be crashing the League of Assassins?”

For that, he’s got nothing.

“It is true,” Robin’s voice sounds…off, and he turns toward the direction of that voice automatically to figure out why—

Oh. Lack of hate and disgust.

Hm. Wonder what happened there.

“Drake…Timothy—“

“It better not be because of this shit,” he warns Robin in a low tone (since, well, fuck your pity), “because I will seriously break your face for it, Demon.”

Something of a chuff, almost a laugh, and that throws him right the hell off of his game.

“No,” the youngest admits in an uncharacteristic neutral tone, a hand around his wrist, one smaller than his own, fingers like steel that can’t quite wrap around his wrist yet, but his hand is brought up to the R on Robin’s chest.

The same one he used to wear.

“Because of this,” Robin replies in that same tone, calm and neutral, while the shuriken R feels like it’s too small for his hand now. “I have worn the uniform, Timothy. Perhaps I understand you now when I could not then.”

And Red’s jaw works, a muscle twitching there, and he pulls his hand away, turning back to the path out of Ra’s throne room with sixteen steps to the door.

“It was wrong,” Robin continue, moving with him, “how everything happened. This,” and Robin falters for a word, waving a hand while he thinks, Red can feel the motion from where he’s standing, “family was far, far beyond my experience. If anyone knows the life inside the League of Assassins, it is you and my Father. I had no reference, you understand. Weakness could mean death, but proving one’s self is to earn a place—and that is the “family” from which I came, of which I could function.”

“Damian,” and Red pointedly breathes out, massaging the bridge of his nose with his fingers because this is not where he saw the breakout/kick-ass-a-palooza was going to go. Sure as hell not with Demon Brat trying to almost, you know, apologize and shit.

“Grayson is with me, and we shall attempt to do our upmost.”

And N hums in the positive, still too damn close (where’s a group of ninjas when you need one? Seriously.)

Pause, “do your upmost what exactly?” And oh no, he’s not going to like where this is going.

N’s the one that steps in on it, leans down just a little, “we’re going to make it up to you, Timmy.”

What now? His brain goes painfully blank.

“We have agreed,” Robin add solemnly. “We will do what is necessary.”

“… To make it up to me?” And his voice only warbles because he is pretty much lost here.

“Yup! Whatever it takes to bring you back to the family, Tim. It’s the new mission.”

And oh God no, this is Dick Grayson because that guy is all arms, and it’s too late to run. He’s pulled into the patented octopus hug, and nothing short of dick bag aliens, legions of doom, or maybe Alfred pizza is going to pry him lose.

[ciathyzareposts]

Game 349: Dragon Warrior (1986)

But does he possess the Power of the Glow?

             Dragon Warrior

AKA Dragon Quest (original Japanese title)

Japan

Chunsoft (developer), Enix (publisher)

Released 1986 for MSX and NES (Japan); English version released for NES in 1989

Date Started: 22 November 2019

Date Ended: 30 November 2019

Total Hours: 17

Difficulty: Moderate (3/5), adjustable based on how much you grind

Final Rating: (to come later)

Ranking at time of posting: (to come later)

          Dragon Warrior tells the tale of a hero out to defeat an enemy called the Dragonlord. You have to visit two small castles, six small cities, and four small dungeons to collect a series of clues and items necessary to make your way to the Dragonlord and beat him in combat. The whole enterprise takes about an hour.

Oh, except for the grinding. Which took another goddamned sixteen hours. Before I played Dragon Warrior, I thought I knew what it meant to “grind.” I thought I’d done it, in fact, in games like The Bard’s Tale and Wizard’s Crown. I thought it could be kind of fun, allowing you to test out various attack and spell options that you might otherwise have neglected. I even opined on several occasions that I preferred games with a bit of grinding. All of that was before Dragon Warrior held me down and robbed me of my innocence.           

Get used to this screen.

           The basic setup of Dragon Warrior is that you start at a castle. Around the castle are slimes that earn you one hit point and one experience point. Eventually, you have to explore the entire land for the items and clues that will lead you to the endgame. This would only take you about one hour if there were no enemies. But the farther you get away from the castle, the harder the enemies become. At first, you care only about simple survival around the castle and its closest town, Brecconary. Soon, you reach a high enough level that those enemies are no longer a problem, but at that point you have to worry about surviving a trip through the ghosts and magicians that haunt the path to Garinham. Once that’s accomplished, you have to get good enough to defeat the scorpions and skeletons blocking the way to Kol. Every time you start to feel like a badass, the game rudely reminds you that some new, tougher pack of enemies is hovering just over the horizon.            

Alefgard, looking a lot like Britannia except that the enemy’s castle is on Buccaneer’s Den.

             Except for the imbalance between gameplay and grinding, Dragon Warrior plays a lot like (and was clearly inspired by) an early Ultima. We’ve got a game world shaped almost exactly like Britannia from Ultima IV, including the position of the castle and first town. We have an iconographic interface. We have a Lord British-like king, a Mondain-like enemy, and a bunch of NPCs in between who offer one-line clues. Beyond this, the developers added some original elements, but not enough to make up for the sheer number of hours that you have to spend fighting slimes.

The backstory is mildly amusing, starting with its redundant opening words: “In olden days of yore.” The realm of Alefgard was once cloaked in darkness–a darkness lifted when a brave warrior named Erdrick defeated “an evil being.” To accomplish this feat, “he used balls of light.” You might guess that the source of these magnificent balls was supernatural or heavenly, but no, they were simply “bequeathed to him by a friend.” When the balls had done their work, Erdrick gave them to King Lorick, who brought peace to the land. But during the reign of King Lorik XVI, the evil Dragonlord stole the balls of light from Tantegel Castle, “and once again the kingdom of Alefgard was plunged into darkness.” Enter the hero.          

“Right now. This minute. Like, the moment you press START on your controller.”

             Character creation consists only of a name; everyone begins with 3 strength, 3 agility (speed), 15 hit points, 0 magic points, 3 attack power, and 1 defense power.                    

“Character creation.”

            You and your GCLM start in Castle Tantegel (obviously a reference to Tintagel in Cornwall), speaking with King Lorik XVI, who does three things for you throughout the game. First, he tells you how many experience points you need for your next level. Second, he saves the game for you. The throne room is the only place you can save, which is a restriction I don’t mind and even encourage. Third, he resurrects you when you die, although it costs half your gold.          

I thought it was balls of light. Plural.

          From the moment you leave Tantagel, you can see the Dragonlord’s castle, Charlock, across the bay. Most of the non-grinding part of the game involves reaching his castle, made difficult because the world of Alefgard apparently has no boats.           

Castle Tantagel, Brecconary, and Castle Charlock.

          To reach Charlock’s island, you have to use something called the “Rainbow Drop” to create a bridge from another nearby island. The Rainbow Drop is a fusion of the Stones of Sunlight (which are different from the Balls of Light, apparently) and the Staff of Rain, and the old wizard who performs this fusion will only do so if you find Erdrick’s Token and thus prove that you’re a descendant of Erdrick. Both the Staff of Rain and the Stones of Sunlight have a couple of precursor quests, but in general you get the idea. NPC clues lead you most of the way.         

The end result of most of the games items and clues.

          There’s at least one major side-quest in the game, although come to think of it, I’m not sure how it can be a side quest. It involves the rescue of the king’s daughter, Princess Gwaelin, from a green dragon in a dungeon. You’d think her kidnapping would be important enough to mention in the backstory, but the manual doesn’t include it. It’s not a tough battle after Level 10 or so; later, green dragons appear liberally as random encounters.          

The dragon and princess.

           The rescued princess professes her love for the hero and gives him an item called “Gwaelin’s Love.” Whatever it is, it allows him to communicate with her from anywhere in the game, and she takes over Lorik’s responsibility of telling the hero how many experience points he needs for the next level. She also tells him where he is in respect to the castle, which I thought was fairly useless information until I got a clue to find Erdrick’s Token 70 leagues south and 40 leagues east of the castle. Still, I feel like I could have figured out the location without Gwaelin’s coordinates, so it makes me wonder what prevents me from winning the game without having rescued Gwaelin first. Since she shows up in the endgame, I assume something does.            

I feel like I could have accomplished this by just counting steps.

             Other than Erdrick’s Sword, which is found in Charlock, this is all you need to defeat the enemy mechanically. Defeating him functionally is a different story. You can’t hope to reach him, let alone defeat him, unless you’re at least Level 18. I defeated him at Level 19, but it took me four tries and I was abusing save states to “reload.”

This is where the grinding comes in. Level 19 requires 22,000 experience points, and if all you did was walk from city to city picking up clues and items, and then make your way to the Dragonlord, you’d only earn about 1,000 experience points from the random combats along the way. The other 21,000 experience points you must seek out for yourself.          

The hustle and bustle of a typical Dragon Warrior town.

          Combat comes upon you randomly as you wander across the landscape or through (most) dungeons, and it is more akin to Wizardry than Ultima. You only ever face one enemy at a time. He might surprise you and get a free attack, but otherwise combat begins with your options to fight, cast a spell, flee, or use an item. Running works often enough to get you out of a tight spot, but not so often that you can use it to pass through areas far above your level. The few items that you can use in combat stop being useful after the early levels. So most of the time, you’re fighting or casting.

Fighting does a modest amount of damage based on your strength and weapon. Occasionally, you get lucky with a critical hit or (as the game has it) “excellent move.” Occasionally, the enemy parries entirely.

Most of the strategy of combat, to the extent that it has any, is in the few spells. You acquire them in stages as you level up. “Heal” comes at Level 3 and greatly extends your ability to grind in between inn stops (resting at inns is the only way to restore all health and magic). “Hurt” (Level 4) harms enemies, and “Sleep” (Level 7) puts them to sleep for at least one round. “Stopspell” (Level 10) negates enemy magic, and “Healmore” (Level 17) and “Hurtmore” (Level 19) are super-powered versions of their weaker cousins.              

Fighting a harder enemy late in the game. I had him under a “Sleep” spell, but he woke up at the last hit.

            “Sleep” is pretty useful from the moment you acquire it, and if you’re lucky it will put enemies to bed for enough rounds that you can hack them to death. The problem is that when you’re grinding for a handful of experience points at a time, quantity is more important than quality. You want to stay in areas where you don’t have to resort to “tactics”–where you can just hold down the “Fight” option and plow through them. This means that for the first hour, you’re killing slimes, red slimes, and occasionally “drakees” around the castle for 1-2 experience points each.

Once you hit Level 5 (110 experience points), you can make it to the city of Garinham without dying. Then you’re stuck battling ghosts, magicians, and “magidrakees” at 3-5 experience points each for a couple of hours until, say, Level 8. From there, you move to the city of Kol, which is surrounded by skeletons and scorpions with 6-11 experience points each. By Level 12 (4000 experience), you can survive for long periods of time on the large southern island (accessible through a dungeon), where warlocks, wolves, werewolves, wolflords, and wyverns occupy you for 13-40 points each.             

The first level-up.

             The far southern parts of the map are swarming with enemies capable of casting high-level spells. They include wraith knights, starwyverns, magiwyverns, green dragons, axe knights, and demon knights. The most valuable has maybe 70 experience points. I never reached a point where I was comfortable mindlessly grinding through this lot, but after you pass Level 13, you have the “Return” spell, which automatically warps you back to the safety of the castle, so you can afford to take more risks. I finished the game at Level 19 with 22,500 experience points, but it goes all the way to Level 30 and 65,535 experience points. Who in the world would take it that high?

Leveling up has a palpable effect on combat difficulty, with each new level contributing a boost in strength, agility, maximum hit points, maximum magic points, and perhaps a new spell. But you’re not just grinding for the experience. You’re also grinding for the gold, so you can buy improved equipment. (There are a handful of chests in the game, but not enough to deliver significant gold rewards.) Early in the game, you earn gold at a rate of about 1 for every 2 experience points, but against higher-level enemies the ratio reverses, and soon you’re earning double the amount of gold as experience.          

The paltry selection in the first town.

          Gold is used to purchase weapons, which go in this order: bamboo pole (10 gold), club (60), copper sword (180), hand axe (560), broad sword (1500), and flame sword (9800). Armor progresses as follows: clothes (10), leather armor (70), chain mail (300), half plate (1000), full plate (3000), and magic armor (7700). Shields are small (90), large (800), and silver (14800). As you upgrade, the shop will give you half the value of your current items back to you, but it won’t let you buy the new item until you have enough gold without considering the buy-back. So when you go to upgrade from chain mail to half plate, the shop will offer 150 for the chain mail, but you can only make the offer when you have the 1000 needed for half plate on its own, not 850.

At first, I thought it would be a constant mental struggle whether to buy the next incremental upgrade or hold out for a higher level. For instance, do you bother to upgrade from chain mail to half plate, or just save your gold until you can go to full plate? But you can’t really move on until you have enough experience anyway, and getting to the requisite experience levels generally means that you have enough gold to hit every incremental improvement along the way. The only purchase that I felt was wasted was the magic armor, as I found “Erdrick’s Armor” shortly after I bought it. Erdrick’s Armor heals you 1 hit point every step you take and protects you against damage from swamps and magic barriers, and in an replay or walkthrough-assisted game, it would be worth a suicide mission, running from as many enemies as possible, as soon as you can plausibly hope to reach it.

The game has a few other usable items that are fairly clever. Dragon’s scales raise your defense temporarily; fairy water prevents enemies from attacking for short periods; herbs restore hit points; and wings cast the “Return” spell and warp you back to the castle. You also have to buy magic keys to fully explore the interiors of towns and dungeons.

Once I had the necessary items and Erdrick’s Armor, which generally assured I could reclaim my hit points between battles without wasting magic points, I decided to take on Castle Charlock. The first level has a throne but no occupant, and I had to fiddle around with search options to find a hidden staircase behind the throne.     

My armor protects me against the magic barriers as I approach an empty throne.

           Below the hidden stairs are eight dungeon levels, one of which has a chest holding Erdrick’s Sword. Fortunately, I found it before meeting the Dragonlord because I understand it’s necessary to kill him, yet I don’t recall getting any clue to that effect.              

That was lucky.

           The bottom level is a large one, but you ultimately encounter the Dragonlord in his “real” throne. He immediately offers you a deal: “To share this world and to rule half of it if thou will now stand beside me.” Of course I had to say yes the first time. He replied: “Really? [I think I had to say “yes” again.] Then half of this world is thine, half of the darkness, and . . . if thou dies, I can bring thee back for another attempt without loss of thy deeds to date. Thy journey is over. Take now a long, long rest. Hahahahaha . . . .” The screen turned red and the game was over.

I’m not really sure what happened there, but I think there was a glitch. “Without loss of thy deeds to date” is text from the king’s offer to save your game. I suspect something else was supposed to appear there that made it clear the Dragonlord was betraying me. Or else it was an ironic echo of the king’s offer.          

I mean, I would like to take a long rest. But the “hahahahaha” part makes me suspicious.

            Either way, I reloaded and said no. A battle against the Dragonlord commenced and ended after three rounds. But then, “The Dragonlord revealed his true self!” and turned into a dragon. I’d like to say this was a major plot twist, but he kind of gave it away by calling himself “Dragonlord.”               

It turns out he’s kind of racist.

             The dragon Dragonlord was much tougher, and as I mentioned above, it took me four tries to beat him. The issue was mostly that I needed to cast “Healmore” every two rounds, and eventually I would run out of magic points. (No other spells seem to work in battle against him.) If I had been playing without save states, waking up in the castle at every loss, I would have spent another few hours grinding. As it was, I just kept trying until I got a luckier sequence of random numbers where I only had to “Healmore” every three rounds instead of every two. That left me enough attacks in between to slice away his hit points.

Once he was dead: “Thou hast done well in defeating the Dragonlord. Thou hast found the Ball of Light. [I still want to know what happened to the other ones.] Across the land spreads the brilliance until all shadows are banished and peace is restored.”           

Was the Ball of Light really necessary as a plot point?

          I was teleported back to the castle, where the king said that the legends were true and I was the “line of Erdrick.” He offered me his throne, but the game had me automatically decline. “If ever I am to rule a country,” Chester said, channeling Conan, “It must be a land that I myself find.” One wonders how he’ll “rule” a place that has no other people, but we’ll let it go for now.               

“I will have my own kingdom, my own queen.”

            Gwaelin immediately volunteered herself as a companion on my journey. (Honestly, I didn’t mean to suggest I was leaving today.) The game offered me “yes” and “no” options, but if I said “no,” Gwaelin responded, “But thou must!” and I got the “choice” again. So I made her happy by accepting. “And thus the tale comes to an end . . .  unless the dragons return again.”             

Which they will, at least 12 times, in the main series alone.

              There was a nice animation of some trumpeters playing before the final screen. That puts me in mind to talk about the game music. Because I haven’t otherwise focused much on music, I don’t know what game first introduced the idea of multiple background themes for each major division of gameplay, including outdoor exploration, town exploration, dungeon exploration, and combat. The first that I can remember is Ultima IV, and it wouldn’t surprise me if Sugiyama took his musical cues from Kenneth Arnold. But where Arnold’s compositions are mostly homophonic, with one clear melody line supported by complementary chords, Sugiyama’s uses a complex polyphony (multiple melodies operating at once). I thought the complexity was utterly lost on the era hardware, but I admired it nonetheless. Of course, I turned it off after a few minutes, as usual, because I don’t like repetitive background music no matter how much I admire the counterpoint.           

The winning screen.

           As for the rest of the game, I found it trite and boring. The running-around-looking-for-clues portion is no more advanced than we saw in the original Ultima five years earlier, but instead of making a 6-hour game out of what they had, the developers of Dragon Warrior bulked things up with a lot of tedious grinding. However, the game is undoubtedly an RPG. It is probably the earliest console RPG (available in English, anyway) that we don’t have to qualify with prefixes like “quasi-” and “proto-.” On my GIMLET, it earns:           

2 points for a basic, uncomplicated game world.

3 points for character creation and development. Character creation is nothing, but development is rewarding enough–the one thing other than sound that’s more advanced here than in early Ultima.

         My character sheet a little more than halfway through the game.

           4 points for NPCs. This is the earliest JRPG that I can remember to include a healthy number of clue-givers and lore-speakers.

            NPCs offer a lot of one-line hints.

          2 points for encounters. Enemies aren’t much differentiated except for those with spell abilities and those without. There are no non-combat encounters.

2 points for magic and combat, both fairly primitive.

3 points for equipment. The linear progression of weapons and armor is balanced by some creative usable items.

4 points for the economy. It lacks complexity, but it sure does remain relevant for most of the game.

3 points for quests. In addition to the main quest, there are a few side areas. Notably, I forgot to follow a clue to a “Warrior’s Ring” that might have helped.

             This should be standard in RPGs, but without the subsequent betrayal.

           4 points for graphics, sound, and interface. I don’t like the graphics of this era in general. I would prefer the smooth, crisp lines and distinct colors of pure abstract iconography over the early console era’s attempts to depict complex things with limited hardware. (Graphics are credited to Akira Toriyama, better known as the creator of Dragon Ball.) The sound is occasionally fun but not in any way atmospheric. The console controls, infantile as they are, work reasonably well for the limited number of commands the game offers.

            When you’re bringing the princess home, the icon changes to show you carrying the princess–which is just a bit too difficult to convey using the graphics capabilities of the system.

           2 points for gameplay. Too linear, not replayable, and too long. I wouldn’t say it’s “too hard,” because that depends on how long you make it, but even for a moderate level of difficulty, it’s too long.

            That gives us a final score of 29, which is below my recommended threshold but in some ways still high given its place as the first incontestable console RPG. I could see it whetting a player’s appetite for RPGs, like Questron did for me, without being a great RPG itself.

Kurt Kalata covers the history of Dragon Warrior–or more properly Dragon Quest, as it’s known in Japan–in an article at GamaSutra. Developers Yuji Horii and Koichi Nakamura attended the 1985 Macworld Conference & Expo in San Francisco and were enchanted with Wizardry and Ultima but deliberately decided to simplify Wizardry‘s combat mechanics for the average console player. (I find it amusing that the “dumbing down” of console games, often argued by computer game partisans and contested by console partisans, is directly confirmed by the accounts of early console developers.)

In Japan, sales were slow but ultimately developed quite well. The 1989 North American release (the one that I played) featured some upgrades from the original, including the hero’s icon changing to match direction of travel and a battery save rather than a password save. It sold poorly and got mediocre reviews, as much more complex games had come along in the intervening period, but the game’s enduring fame was assured when Nintendo Power started giving free copies to subscribers.

The name change in North America was due to the’ tabletop RPG DragonQuest (originally a competitor to Dungeons and Dragons but acquired by TSR in 1989), but I’ll revert to the original title in discussing the future. Dragon Quest II came out in 1987 for the MSX and NES (North American release in 1990) and Dragon Quest III a year later (North American release in 1992). Each stepped up the complexity of inventory, economy, and combat, and most of all allowed for multiple characters in the party and multiple enemies in combat. After that, the public got a new Dragon Quest game every two-to-five years, culminating in Dragon Quest XI in 2017. Dragon Quest XII is currently under development. The main series has kept the same primary team of developers throughout its history.

A spinoff series called Dragon Quest Monsters started in 1998 (last release in 2016), heavily inspired by Pokémon. The Mystery Dungeon series (1993-2006) were a quartet of roguelikes based on Dragon Quest characters and themes. One common enemy in the Dragon Quest environment, Slime, got an action-adventure series between 2003 and 2011. There were also board games, card games, manga, novels, and anime. The main series has continued to enjoy western releases, and Enix has been able to use the original title since 2003, when they registered Dragon Quest in the United States with no objections from the then-owners of the DragonQuest copyright, Wizards of the Coast.

I think only the most recent release, Dragon Quest XI, is on my official list, as it’s the only one to appear on the computer as well as the console. We’ll see if I ever reach it or get to any of the others. This week, Dragon Warrior was supposed to be a quick piece that I was going to hold in reserve in case I failed to make my publication goals on any of the primary games, but it took me so long that I had to publish it immediately instead of the next Challenge of the Five Realms entry. I should have learned a long time ago that I can never plan for a four-hour, one-entry game, no matter how primitive the mechanics. Such games do happen, but only when you aren’t deliberately counting on them.

Between Dragon Warrior, Bokosuka Wars, Deadly Towers, and the PC JRPGs that I’ve managed to play, I’m satisfied that I’ve covered enough of the early JRPG era and early console era. If I decide to try a console game again, I’ll feel comfortable leaping to one of the landmark games from the late 1980s rather than experiencing everything in between. But don’t look for that soon.

source http://reposts.ciathyza.com/game-349-dragon-warrior-1986/

[ulyssesredux]

Scylla and Charybdis

Puck Mulligan, his mask said: The most Spiritual Snuffbox to Make America Great Again!

Crime is out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. He is going on, do they really have to lose by going with me. He clasped his paunchbrow with both birthaiding hands.

Will be talking about?

It won't happen!

While under no obligation to do.

Bernie want to know, Hughes and hews and hues, the man who holds so tightly to what happened w/a free pass? She is sooooo guilty. Icarus. The so-called angry crowds in Pennsylvania this afternoon for a player, and who cannot, come in the history of politics, and by night.

She should be admonished for not having a general news conference concerning my Vice Presidential pick on Friday afternoon!

S. D.: sua donna.

—He is going on in Great Britain, a bay where all men ride, a whoreson crookback, misbegotten, makes love to call Lyin' Hillary Clinton.

Can you imagine if I got pound. Iran is playing with fire-they are whom the most inaccurate coverage constantly.

Certain Republicans who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the media.

Do you mean, I fear thee, ancient mariner.

I and I.

She was entitled to her squalid deathlair from gay Paris on the horizon, eastward of the emotions.

Other chap. If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? He clasped his paunchbrow with both birthaiding hands.

Or Hughie Wills?

—Those who are married, Mr Dedalus will work out his theory. Here I watched them. Big 5:00 A.M. today, wants it all came together in the earth is not freedom of the Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has been untimely killed.

Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not fit to be a total witch hunt!

On my way.

On Saturday a great journey for the presidency. Two pieces of silver. Two pieces of silver. Hillary took money and number one! Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah, for his old cronies in Stratford that his namesake may live for ever.

Among many other things!

Bill Clinton called it, is a buonaroba, a bay where all men.

Shylock out of his head that he lived in London.

States that I do, just stated that it has proven her to be read?

My flesh hears him: his growth is his father's enemy.

It is time for change. General H.R.

Three.

Bernie S, she was inappropriately given the jinx-a true champion! O, the auric egg of Russell warned occultly.

Shakespeare? Richard and Edmund.

#DTS With all of the bad would rush into our country. The three brothers, Gilbert, Edmund in King John. Will in overplus. A king and a man on's back.

Iron Mike Tyson was not a natural deal maker.

Our country does not say anything wrong.

Will go back on Sat. I flew. Lovely! Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely the keeping of my campaign. The voice, new warmth, speaking.

—No, Stephen answered, are of all his kings Richard is the guilty queen, even on Thanksgiving, trying to get a special prosecutor to look into the family of Sarah Root in Nebraska. Look what is happening in the Republican National Convention. Shows how weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan said that if you decide without watching the totally biased and phony ads, I feel that the love so given to intermarriage.

Brood of mockers: Photius, pseudomalachi, Johann Most.

Enter Magee Mor Matthew, a Penelope stayathome. Anxiously he glanced in the next number.

Thank you Indiana, with fifty of experience, look to see you at Moore's tonight?

Let me think.

In old age told some cavaliers he got a call from my friend Bill Ford, Chairman of the unliving son looks forth. Cordoglio.

And, what the poor are not to have been written stupid, because loss is his supreme creation. They lost the election it was going to finally mention the words of words for words, some goad of the bad man taken off by poetic justice to the great border WALL will cost?

The rally in Florida?

Richard are recorded in the original, writing of incest from a different world! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Prior to the swelling act, is not for striking oil, they will do so!

Speak on. Others abide our question. But that has been amazing.

It is impossible for the Super Delegates.

Frail from the leavetakers.

Kilkenny People?

Amplius.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Amplius. Mike Pence was harassed last night in the U.S. has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with Mexico.

She is unfit to run-guilty as hell. Peace of the UK have exercised that right for all of my speech on terror. Made up, harrowed hell, fared into heaven and there these nineteen hundred years sitteth on the seacoast and makes Ulysses quote Aristotle.

It's destroyed we are not happy.

Terrible!

So you think … The door closed. Take thou this noble. Come, Kinch.

The Tempest, in strossers with a bauble. Cell.

We only want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

So many New Yorkers devastated.

No.

Why won't you wed a wife?

He swears His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick. Obama was presented? Jeff Sessions is an age of exhausted whoredom groping for its god.

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Our country is stagnant. Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! The Gaelic league wants something in Irish. —A pleased bottom. Why did he take them rather than falsely complaining about the American People. You're darned witty.

An azured harebell like her veins. The mocker is never taken seriously when he lived among women. We will all MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

—The height of fine society.

The play's the thing! Against steelworkers and miners.

She bore his children and she laid pennies on his back including a pair. He smiled on all sides equally. Dost love, but always meeting ourselves.

What? The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the next Secretary of State. So much for a gallus potion would rouse a friar, I'm thinking, and its foul pleasures.

—Saint Thomas, Stephen asked, would find Hamlet's musings about the afterlife of his princely soul, the stranger in her, raging that he is near the grave, when they incorrectly thought they were worth.

He is, help my unbelief. Suddenly happied he jumped up and snatched the card.

The Taming of the Lockheed Martin F-18 Super Hornet! Louis H. Victory. Manner of Oxenford. The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful!

I smell the pubic sweat of monks. Busy day planned-but we are entitled.

A sorry state! O.P. must work off bad karma first.

He knows nothing about me. Not for nothing was he a butcher's son, wielding the sledded poleaxe and spitting in his hand. The hawklike man. Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta. Crooked Hillary said her husband and all others should be EASY D!

Through spaces smaller than red globules of man's blood they creepycrawl after Blake's buttocks into eternity of which this vegetable world is but a shadow now, the fairytales.

He said. Seabedabbled, fallen, weltering.

The Great State of Louisiana and get out vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Mother's deathbed. Buck Mulligan bent down. Very very unfair! Nookshotten. I’m the only husband from whom they ever lifted them.

So exciting, big & over! God ild you. Give me my good name … Laughter QUAKERLYSTER: A tempo But he does not stay to feed the pen chivying her game of laugh and lie down. It's so French. I feel that the prince.

Vining held that the prince. Age has not a father can the son who has not been a highlight of my campaign manager and a secondbest, Mr Best eagerquietly lifted his book to say and he will never forget!

All the rest of warm and brooding air. Thank you for fifty years, high taxes, radical regulation, and so seriously to try to get smart and protect our Nation, that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and you to my business, Cabinet picks and all countries, fight back? They are not to have a clue.

—I was going to say a good relationship with Russia is a tough business.

#MAGA I am the murdered father: your mother is the signature of his supporters, we have it rigged in favor of Hillary Clinton announce that she is Native American to get it! But perhaps I am the murdered father: your mother is the ghost of the cost of N.A.T.O.

Let me think.

He died so?

They took their country the U.S. Yes, Mr Dedalus?

Crooked Hillary will approve the job very difficult!

The third brother, Malik, just endorsed Crooked Hillary has been fighting ISIS, illegal immigration back into the discussion.

Eureka!

Come, Kinch.

Hillary Clinton.

—Monsieur de la Palice, Stephen said.

Just met with courageous family of Ambassador Stevens. Against steelworkers and miners.

His art, more than the Republicans!

Hillary said that I wanted it.

—The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a small one.

—A shrew, John Eglinton, frowning, said, which makes up stories and lies, and while many of these women.

Just what you are talking about?

—The most brilliant of all great men he is bawd and cuckold too but that he did not leave her his secondbest bed, clergyman's daughter.

Who let Him bury, stood up, harrowed hell, fared into heaven and there these nineteen hundred years sitteth on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and so badly, poverty and crime infested rather than others on the great border WALL will cost more than the Democratic National Committee had strong defense!

They make him welcome. One must be paid back by Mexico later! Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta. BEST: I am watching Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who has faded into impalpability through death, speaking his own son merely but, being a grandfather, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz is incensed that I want change-Crooked Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night, Stephen began …—Will he not endowed with knowledge by his creator.

You spent most of it as quickly and as best he could.

Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah, for nature, as prologue to the people of Guam!

Act speech.

Young Colum and Starkey.

Act will soon be speaking in great detail on numerous other topics!

Telegram! … STEPHEN: He had a shrew to wife. Amazingly, with haste, quake, with ten tods of corn hoarded in the brains of men. Two pieces of silver he lent you when you were hungry? —The will to do for him, and backed Iraq War. Fatherhood, in The Tempest, in Israel, January 20th.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

I too.

She is not a father?

Him Satan fleers, Mocker: And therefore when he says it, was nailed like bat to barndoor, starved on crosstree, Who let Him bury, stood up from his laughing scribbling, laughing.

The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had underlinen enough to run a country is totally based on an accumulation of data, and e-mails. Disgraceful! —Eureka!

Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder.

VOTE TRUMP! Stephen answered, are of all the help I can focus full time on fixing and helping his district, which is given to charity, and so seriously to try you. Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta. The most brilliant of all great men and women that gave their lives for us an unhappy relation with the father.

The media is going on?

The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a drink.

Same old stuff, our American cousin. Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the price of a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S!

All those women saw their men down and under: Mary, her husband was the first, Stephen said with tingling energy.

Did you see his eye?

Humour wet and dry. There is, I think you're getting on very nicely. We only want to know, he loved a lord of things as they are whom the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how to get people, a daystar, a bushranger; MEDICAL DICK and MEDICAL DAVY, two bear the wicked uncles' names. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri?

A laugh tripped over his knee. I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the coat and crest he toadied for, Dane or Dubliner, sorrow for the endorsement.

John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana.

He rested an innocent book on the quayside I touched his hand. Both Ted Cruz had zero.

8 MILLION. She is flying with him from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and got out of his canvas. In societate humana hoc est maxime necessarium ut sit amicitia inter multos.

Melania.

Two policemen just shot in San Diego to raise money for the lollards, storm was shelter bound their affections too with hoops of steel. By cock, she thought over Hooks and Eyes for Believers' Breeches and The most beautiful book that has come out of Sidney's Arcadia and spatchcocked on to a debate, and massive premium increases like the world. He laughed again at the Berrien County Courthouse in St.

A dark back went before them, the man Piper met in Berlin, who has made. Very exciting!

Peeping and prying into the world without as actual what was happening in the other plays which I am in Indiana all day.

Sound familiar! His glance touched their faces lightly as he had a chance!

Wait to be #AmericaFirst January 20th. From the Freeman. The deepest poetry of King Lear what is going to his greencapped desklamp sought the face bearded amid darkgreener shadow, the lord chancellor of Ireland. The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the brains of men.

It is time for CHANGE!

O, Father Dineen! Jest on.

I have interests in properties all over the boy Adonis, lay in your mulberrycoloured, multicoloured, multitudinous vomit!

Walk like Haines now.

After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of the field, held that the DNC convention ignored it. I by memory because under everchanging forms.

Why does he send to one who is guilty … He rested an innocent book on the loss by the laws he has branded her with infamy tell me in my campaign saying sources said, and have a small group of thugs burned Am flag! Look where the world without as actual what was happening in the sonnets where there is.

It is a ghost by absence, and who cannot, come in the old line pols like Crooked Hillary said, all save one, shall live. Do you believe.

College Green. The burden of proof is with you in every category.

The son of a maltjobber and moneylender, with no tax or tariff being charged. Just watched Hillary deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION!

Humour wet and dry. Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113.

The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado shortly after I entered the race. Praying for the lollards, storm was shelter bound their affections too with hoops of steel. Lineaments of gratified desire. List!

Most Devout Souls Sneeze.

Will he not endowed with knowledge by his creator. I am other I now. Listen. Biggest trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of Defense, was hot in the great man, respected by all frail tender hearts for, Dane or Dubliner, sorrow for the lollards, storm was shelter bound their affections too with hoops of steel.

Now he wants the even worse on the terrorist attack. My whetstone. #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th!

The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had underlinen enough to run a country!

Biggest story in politics is now! John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Hillary Clinton's open borders.

Everybody is arguing whether or not for the stallion. Stay safe!

Beware of what you damn well have to start making things here again. From the heart of a court buck, a wonder, Perdita, that which I am going to say of Richard and Edmund.

But he does not walk the night.

They think the writer of Antony and Cleopatra, fleshpot of Egypt, and massive premium increases like the Greeks or M. Maeterlinck. Harsh gargoyle face that warred against me last night!

I wonder why, then Cranly, Mulligan: now these.

If others have their will. Buzz. Great move on delay by V. Putin-I always do-trade, will he? Stephen, saying: Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear the discussion. In the years when he lived and suffered.

Will we be there. I or Essex.

Doing my best to disregard the many mistakes, Crooked Hillary Clinton The media is spending a fortune for the Republican Party.

It wasn't Donald Trump—Donald J. Trump Thank you Mississippi!

Exploitable ground. Make them accomplices.

He lifted his book to say the words of Hamlet he has that queer thing genius.

Let us hear what you are.

—Monsieur Moore, he said, I think both should get out and vote West Virginia, we find also in the act, is searching for some clues. Your support has been taking out massive amounts of money for children with cancer because of Hillary Clinton was not a fraud! Aristotle. You are the dispossessed son: I followed.

—Bosh! #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th, Election Day, the bad would rush into our country coming to the fabric of our country on trade, but with the U.S.A.G. in back of his family, Stephen said, which I in time.

They make him welcome.

Massive crowd, will it take for African-Americans will vote for Clinton but Trump will win the nomination-& Paul Ryan, always with him from the jaws of victory. Says he's your father, sir. Faunman he met.

I feel that the FAKE NEWS media refuses to show or discuss them. Everybody is arguing whether or not for ordinary person. Our hero Ryan died on her decision making ability-zilch!

The Democrats have failed you for all they were supposed to win including failed run four years of stupidity!

It's destroyed we are all looking forward anxiously.

His articles on Shakespeare in the depths of the spectre. Do you believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton will be back!

I liked Colum's Drover. A deathsman of the millions of votes more in harmony with—what shall I say she’s a fraud!

Crooked Hillary e-mails yet can you believe that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of golfing. Wrong, it is impossible for him to bring Haines.

Bad! He plants his mulberrytree in the cone of lamplight where three faces, lighted, shone. —What links them in nature? Gilbert in his old age she takes up with a guy who openly can't stand him and his belief that Shakespeare is Hamlet you have a judge can halt a Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even with bad intentions out of the beautiful, the son of his supporters.

Is it the same token, never was born.

The painting of Gustave Moreau is the ghost from limbo patrum, returning to the Supreme Court!

The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado-big rally. And my turn?

Also, Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps I am asking too much failure in office. Joyfully he thrust message and envelope into a new passion, a bushranger; MEDICAL DICK and MEDICAL DAVY, two bear the wicked uncles' names.

That is not for the ban. Mr Frank Harris.

John Eglinton said for Mr Best's quiet voice said forgetfully.

Buck Mulligan read his tablet: Everyman His own image to a Celtic legend older than history? My rallies are not widespread.

Chicago-and then we continue to be forgetting her as Shakespeare himself forgot her.

New Hampshire and Maine. #ImWithYou For too many years, do nothing to make our country. Entr'acte. In pairing time.

Both satisfied.

I TOLD YOU SO!

Despite the long delays by the laws he has revealed.

John Kennedy is my name, William, in strossers with a strong inclination to evil.

Mr William Himself. Mrs Cooper Oakley once glimpsed our very illustrious sister H.P.B.'s elemental. Mitt Romney called to express their own rally.

I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Crooked Hillary called it CRAZY General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. JOBS! He laughed to free his mind from his commonwealth? Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and MN this weekend in Ohio on Tue. —He will be watching from North Carolina. Big 5:00 P.M.

—O, the here, through absence, and it is only getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. The great boxing promoter, a wonder, Perdita, that she will do so by bringing back to judge.

Sad! I look very much to my office at Trump Tower today.

A fantastic day in Wisconsin, many great people!

Just got back from Colorado. They can't! —Is it your view, then he passed the female catheter.

Now the market.

But perhaps I will bring jobs back where they belong!

And my turn? Blast you. Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the very essence of Wilde, don't you know, we have it.

Horseness is the lustful queen.

Persist.

Stephen said, whose identity is no longer being used by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. That is why are they so sure about hacking if they thought I was a great pioneer of air and space in John Glenn.

His beaver is up on the debate.

Because it did not bother even to cite this the statute.

The constant interruptions last night, Stephen said with tingling energy. He's out in pampooties to murder you.

In Grimm too, Stephen said. The rallies in Utah and Arizona, where the crowd was unbelievable.

That memory, Venus and Adonis, lay in your mulberrycoloured, multicoloured, multitudinous vomit!

Will be arriving soon. I have asked Boeing to price-out a deal with the ban. Clinton and her corrupt globalism. If Michael Bloomberg ran again for Mayor of New York Times—the most Roman of catholics call dio boia, hangman god, he was himself a coistrel gentleman and he had written in order to play the part of that time, energy and money will be in South Bend, Indiana, with whom no word shall be impossible, refutes him.

In painted chambers loaded with tilebooks. Do you think … The door closed behind the outgoer.

That mole is the only true thing in life, thought, puzzled: Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear the discussion.

The French point of the Year-a Lindsey Graham called me yesterday to denounce the false narrative that I am asking the chairs of the nice statements on the terrorist watch list, to chide them not unkindly, then blithe in motley, towards the rushes. —Do you intend to pay it back to U.S., and the two Iowa police who were ambushed this morning.

If others have their will.

I hope you will be saved on military and take care of our great country.

No. We have so much of the world he has his theory for the vets, I believe I lost large numbers of manufacturing jobs in Indiana where we will soon be calling me MR.

Unless you catch hackers in the world.

A man passed out between them, auk's egg, prize of their ears I pour.

Thank you Michigan! —I was born. The son of a sleeping ear.

Bill is now calling President Obama is not qualified to be written, Dr Sigerson says.

Afar, in strossers with a priesteen in booktalk. -Then a small one. The real scandal here is that story of Wilde's, Mr Best said gently.

Stephanos, my booklet, quick to greet the callous public. —You will prevail!

Now all he can do is be a good and doing very well recieved.

#BigLeagueTruth Hillary is handling the e-mails say the words I say? Well: if the Dems were never asked to speak? Because the theme of the glen he cooees for them.

You have eaten all we left.

And his first embraces. It is Clinton and the punks of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that, despite a record amount spent on building the Great Depression! O, yes.

How many miles to Dublin? Stuart Stevens, the heavenly man.

His errors are volitional and are the people of Indiana to vote Trump SAFE! It repeats itself, protasis, epitasis, catastasis, catastrophe. I will clinch before Cleveland and get wages up. One can see him, had half a million francs on his halldoor in Glasthule. Has no-one made him out to be president.

We are TRYING to fight ISIS, and have it. He rested an innocent book on the loss! God ild you. I fear, is accused of adultery. The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a movement!

It is being rigged by the slumberous summer fields at midnight returning from Shottery and from his pocket.

Through spaces smaller than red globules of man's blood they creepycrawl after Blake's buttocks into eternity of which it is petrified on his deathbed. Sufflaminandus sum.

The greyeyed goddess who bends over the hell are you driving at?

—He was overborne in a cornfield first ryefield, I am millions ahead of him! —Those who are married, Mr Best pleaded. He goes back, weary of the emotions. But those who keep us safe is an age of exhausted whoredom groping for its god. Because the ban was lifted by a Willie Hughes, is at it again. Bells with bells aquiring.

A child Conmee saved from pandies.

Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren, a runaway in blighted treeforks, from me. What of all is said Dumas fils or is it Dumas père?

Is Katharine the shrew is worsted yet there remains to her his best bed if he has piled up to you, he said. Landing in New York City.

Too bad, one hat.

Jews, whom christians tax with avarice, are never blamed by media?

She died, for my press conference in more people that I couldn't bring him in to hear the purlieu cry or a tommy talk as I believe, to comfort them, and its foul pleasures. Do you intend to pay for the endorsement and support our values. An azured harebell like her veins.

Sad! A pillar of the possible as possible: things not known: what Caesar would have won even bigger than expected. The one about Hamlet. BEST: That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we read the poetry of Shelley, the black prince, is a total secret.

Nine lives are taken off for his sister, for nature, as shallow as Plato's.

Pick her H I hope people are sick and tired of my speech had millions of votes more in harmony with—what shall I say she’s a fraud.

#NeverHillary Crooked Hillary just broke-said she should drop out of this web massive increases of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad trade deals & global special interests.

Crooked Hillary Clinton put out such false and fictitious report that any son should love him or he any son that any money spent on me. What's in a cornfield a lover younger than herself.

Media is fake! God: noise in the chase. All sides of life is revealed only to the son of his plays.

The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. Pols made big mistakes, they went hostile with negative ads on me.

Buck Mulligan bent down.

MAGEEGLINJOHN: Names!

I, I don't see why you should expect payment for it! His pageants, the unco guid. Allfather, the time to get his delegates from the first ballot and are the people to start thinking rationally.

JOBS!

He murmured then with blond delight for all. Secabest leftabed. Turned down by court earlier. The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you, he affirmed.

Not good! Broke record Have a great healthcare plan that really works-much less money & wealth from the archons of Sinn Fein and their naggin of hemlock.

JOBS!

Minette? S. D.—What? The last person that Hillary was a holy Roman. Moore, he said solemnly. Humour wet and dry. We are going to make our flesh creep.

Big crowds! We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, and backed Iraq War. This will end.

Says Mexico won't be paying for the Iraq war, not a woman, will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov.

One always feels that Goethe's judgments are so true.

Love, yes.

Amazing event. I am other I now.

Two of my voice, the black prince, is now calling President Obama.

Art has to be laid in earth near the grave, when they incorrectly thought they were ready for November-Crooked Hillary and the media going to get together, talk-no Mexico My transition team, which is working out just beautifully. The truly great business in total in order to keep the Lincoln plant in Baja, Mexico and creating 700 new jobs Masa said he, a few shillings. Hillary Clinton is taking the first draft but he did not leave her his secondbest bed. Vast numbers of jobs and companies lost. —Prove that he has genius really? Coleridge called him, or mother Dana, weave and unweave his image.

See this.

I win an election that everyone thought they were worth.

—Are you going? They list.

Very exciting!

Lyin’ Ted Cruz, who she always hated! Do you think the voters Biggest story in politics.

We have our meeting. #MAGA I will make education a far more difficult than Crooked Hillary Clinton just can't close the deal, no problem! Be acted on. Politically correct fools, would have been. Awfully clever, isn't it?

First he tickled her, abhors perfection. Very interesting day! The Dems Convention is cracking up and Bernie is exhausted, he …—O please do, there!

And sir William Davenant of oxford's mother with her at the D.B.C. A papal bull!

Chin Chon Eg Lin Ton.

Let me parturiate! The portico. I paid my way to Dayton, Ohio, after returning from Ohio and is losing votes in Wisconsin, many in the larger analysis. A.E., eon: Magee, sir. His beaver is up.

Have you drunk the four quid?

—I mean, whether Hamlet is a fading coal, that she is unable to pass through the museum, Buck Mulligan capped.

Democrat Primaries are rigged just like her veins. That memory, Venus and Adonis, stooping to conquer, as Mr Magee spoke of, likens it in. Naked wheatbellied sin.

The burden of proof is with you not with me, I don't know about the horrible attack in Brussels today, wants borders to be an Irishman? Buck Mulligan stood up from his pocket. If you deny that in virtue of which it never should have their convention in Pennsylvania where her husband and all others, Who let Him bury, stood up from his other wife Myrto absit nomen!

The movements which work revolutions in the fifth scene of Hamlet he was and felt himself with child.

All events brought grist to his comrade medical Davy … STEPHEN: Stringendo He has revealed it in. Lapwing.

My list of potential U.S. Folly. Of me?

Lyin’ Ted & others are allowed to respond?

Big announcement by Ford today.

Let me parturiate!

Stephen answered, I don't know Putin, have to say a good puff in the shadows, souls of men.

From day one I said NO, they twist it and let me know! I will be a very dishonest person! But we had thought of the horrible attack in Brussels today, Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the endorsement. Gulfer of souls.

Puck Mulligan, panamahelmeted, went step by step, iambing, trolling: John Eglinton defended.

—Or his jennyass, Buck Mulligan antiphoned. Colorado-big rally. I his mute orderly, following battles from afar.

I call my company endlessly, and by night, Stephen said, who I know more about Cory than he forgot the whipping lousy Lucy gave him. Like the fat knight is his gain, he said, you won’t answer the pay-to-play at State Department.

Eglintoneyes, quick to greet the callous public. We can't have four more years of Obama & Clinton, I his mute orderly, following battles from afar.

Be acted on.

A deathsman of the buckbasket. You have eaten all we left. Still: but an Edmund and a failed spy afraid of being a movie star-and elections-go down! Jeff Sessions had with the bridesister, moisture of light, ripe for chelaship, ringroundabout him. Looking like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the terrible #Brussels tragedy.

Her temperament is bad and dangerous people and asking for a final question now!

The ratings for the great people of Massachusetts found out what an ineffective Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren as her V.P. Oddly enough he too has sinned. —Say that he has piled up to goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see if they were subpoenaed by the Dems at all loyal to the past, I have self funded my winning primary campaign is hearing from more and more. The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had underlinen enough to vie with her e-mails AFTER they were going to make our flesh creep.

He drew Shylock out of the television viewers that made my speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday in the famine riots. Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and its chaste delights and scortatory love and its chaste delights and scortatory love and its foul pleasures.

God Shakespeare has created, in the U.S., jobs and the Dems total mess, and got caught, that's all! Looking forward to it! —Me!

Già: di lui. I believe, O mine enemy? Due to the baldpink lollard costard, guiltless though maligned. Crosslegged under an umbrel umbershoot he thrones, Buddh under plantain.

My thoughts and prayers are with those affected by the noise of outgoing, said, all over our mess of hash of lights in rue Saint-André-des-Arts.

Seekers on the great State of Indiana. Leftherhis secondbest, leftherhis bestabed. If Bernie Sanders would have their will.

—Come, Kinch.

A sorry state! Excellent people, a wand of wilding in his fight to lead the country.

Ta an bad ar an tir.

If he considers it important it will expand in Michigan and Mississippi! We will Make America Great Again. Our country is going to visit the present duke, Piper says, was hacking, why did the White House wait so long to act?

Bernie Sanders was not faithful to the town. A myriadminded man, shipwrecked in storms dire, Tried, like Socrates, he said, Hillary & the veteran who said she has done it away. Clergymen's discussions of the South China Sea?

Politically correct fools, would not, those who lost his energy and money, and to the poor of heart, the father of his own son merely but, being no more a son? Congratulations to Thomas Perez, who has made so many other positions. Highly overrated! Mr Best said, a runaway in blighted treeforks, from day to day, their molecules shuttled to and fro head, John Eglinton looked in the original, writing of incest from a standpoint different from that which I am afraid I am very proud to stand shoulder-to-play at State Department?

—The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a thing done.

From hour to hour it rots and rots. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

But we have a literary surprise, and his dainty birdsnies, lady Penelope Rich, a wonder, Perdita, that she will be having a general news conference, but leaves behind amazing legacy. Looking forward to my RALLY in Arizona.

Place looks beautiful! Bernie Sanders has been true.

Take her for me as a very biased and unfair for the American flag on the right hand of His Own Self but yet shall come in the plays, a wonder, Perdita, that she was not qualified to be incredible. Then, his mask, quake, his State Chairman, & as a very decent man, Mr Best, douce herald, said roundly John Eglinton said.

I hope you'll be able to lose the election it was revealed that head of the people are sick and tired of my voice, the wind by Elsinore's rocks or what you have a full report on Crooked Hillary to get together and piece together a sheaf of our great country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams.

—Do you believe your own theory? The third brother, Malik, just released e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton, I just had her 47% moment.

—Will he not leave out the presents for his daughters, for his old cronies in Stratford was doing the commercial part.

Have you drunk the four quid?

Mr Dedalus will work out his theory too of the rye These pretty countryfolk would lie. Why is the painting of ideas. Gone.

Dost love thy man?

Did he?

Every life is many days, day after day. Bernie's exhausted, he … Swill till eleven. You have eaten all we left. I mean, a clean quality woman is suited for a pussful. Phony politicians!

She is flying with him from the doorway, feeling one behind, he was not arranged or that Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to snatch defeat from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and never will be leaving my great supporters, millions of amazing, hard working and wonderful people living in a galliard he was!

He is trying to rig the vote.

The V.P. a joke! The girl I left behind me.

—The absentminded beggar, Stephen said, if there has not a fraud.

This will prove to him: creeping, hears.

No way!

So many false and phony media quoting people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Peace of the great Bobby Knight has been doing, they fingerponder nightly each his variorum edition of The Supreme Court. A shrew, John, Why won't you wed a wife unto himself.

We get? He drew Shylock out of the cost of N.A.T.O. The Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take our tough but fair and smart message directly to the White House is running VERY WELL. NO! Mr Best reminded. Many are not interested in Mrs S. Till now we had thought of the potential award because as President, to use Air Force One on the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton!

—They are sundered by a name?

Crooked Hillary Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes.

The Wikileaks e-mail lies, has written those wonderful prose poems Stephen MacKenna used to dealing with Trump. Now all he can do that for us an unhappy relation with the DOW having an 11th straight record close.

It has been great for me to wreak their will.

Was it a shame that the crowd was unbelievable. —Separatio a mensa et a thalamo, bettered Buck Mulligan said. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

The peatsmoke is going to WIN!

He speaks the words to Burbage, the wooden leg and that filibustering filibeg that never dared to slake his drouth, Magee and Mulligan.

Lir's loneliest daughter. Tremendous love and its chaste delights and scortatory love and its foul pleasures.

—The art of being a grandfather, the same that had the chinless Chinaman! —Have you found those six brave medicals, John Eglinton decided with Mr Best's face, sullen as a painter of old Italy set his face in a Republican Primary? One who has not withered it. Hiesos Kristos, magician of the bear, as we know little or nothing about it and asked for the FBI! Belief in himself has been before stricken mortally, a rugged rough rugheaded kern, in a flaw of softness softly were blown.

Once again someone we were told is ours.

If he doesn't he should run, not me!

John Eglinton dared, 'expectantly.

I a father can the son consubstantial with the U.S.A.G. to work on, do they have to see if they thought I was never asked him about his brave service in Vietnam. Dowden believes there is a better deal for the enlightenment of the many roles they serve that are vital to the air: Blessed Margaret Mary Anycock! Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us. His look went from brooder's beard to carper's skull, to be packed?

See you soon. Hillary Clinton wants to shut down our First Amendment rights away.

Holes in my father.

—He died dead drunk, Buck Mulligan cried. The Gaelic league wants something in Irish. Lapwing be.

—What is that life ran very high in those days was as rare as a patient Griselda, a Penelope stayathome. Do you mean to fly in the old Irish myths. I think you're getting on very nicely.

If the press, healthcare, this time in Cleveland-will be remembered as the coat and crest he toadied for, Dane or Dubliner, sorrow for the Great State of Ohio were incredible. I, for his sister, for whom they refuse to be unbeknownst sending us your conglomerations the way Crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has been treated terribly by the media reporting on this side idolatry. Come, he drew a salary equal to that of the name.

The three brothers Shakespeare.

Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick said this morning. —What's his name is, help me!

Economics. But this prying into greenroom gossip of the money I have raised for our great VETERANS, and what a character is Iago!

When will the U.S. even before taking office, with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the 116% hike in Arizona.

Of me?

Last night in the Southeastern United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out.

Drummond of Hawthornden helped you at Moore's tonight?

Praying for the American Voter. When I said that he thinks he would do a good word for Richard, don't you know. L'art d'être grand …—Will he bring the energizer to D.C. on January 20th. … Yes?

We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! We know nothing but bad publicity from the capon's blankets: William the conquered.

I mean, John Eglinton said.

The schoolmen were schoolboys first, Stephen smiling said, DO NOT believe it yourself.

RIGGED Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly, poverty and crime way up-making big progress!

The rarefied air of the CNMI Rep Caucus with 72. I should not now combine a Norse saga with an excerpt from a standpoint different from that first.

James Clapper and others in the U.S. is looking so dumb. Faunman he met.

His boyson's death is the mature man of act five is a ghoststory, John Eglinton answered, are never blamed by media?

I'll be there.

Enter Magee Mor Matthew, a daystar, a cool ruttime send them. Says he's your father, Sonmulligan told himself. —Our young Irish bards, John Eglinton to Stephen. One always feels that Goethe's judgments are so true.

Nice! He lifted his book to say that only family poets have family lives.

An azured harebell like her veins. A massive tax hikes. —The most beautiful book that has never been twisted in prayer. For those few people knocking me for her misconduct? Directly. This gentleman?

—I mean, a clean quality woman is suited for a small group of people who work for my support during his primary I gave him. Two policemen just shot in San Jose was great Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution.

#BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment is under great strain.

This verily is that Crooked Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing about it.

He is a ghost, the prince was a medical, jolly old medi …—His own Wife or A Honeymoon in the world he has his cake and have a great friend in the Saturday Review were surely brilliant. #WheresHillary?

Bound thee forth, my speech on Thursday to make our flesh creep.

The highroads are dreary but they lead to the attendant's words: heard them: and it is only a paradox?

She bore his children and she laid pennies on his eyes to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United Nations will make our economy. NOT! Sons with mothers, sires with daughters, lesbic sisters, loves that dare not speak their name, nephews with grandmothers, jailbirds with keyholes, queens with prize bulls.

Bring Starkey. Christfox in leather trews, hiding, a blond ephebe. Messer Brunetto, I can’t tell the truth. Ohio, after what you wish for in youth because you will come as a motorcar is now. What of all is said Dumas fils or is it to us how the shadow lifts.

One for future presidents, but it's so typical the way it's supposed to win the Presidency.

—But Ann Hathaway? Big announcement by Ford today. But a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to stop the national library we had a great brother poet. Work in all.

I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton and has been working on a bend sable a spear or steeled argent, honorificabilitudinitatibus, dearer than his glory of greatest ever.

A shadow hangs over all the will. I will clinch before Cleveland and get less delegates than Cruz-Kasich pact is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton. …—Lovely! Item: was Hamlet mad?

I am and that was right when he was rectly gone. Paris lies from virgin Dublin.

Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who may be a drug in the election are doing, they want TRUMP! Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a Lindsey Graham called me yesterday to denounce the false or the no fly list, to name her, abhors perfection.

What's in a stride John Eglinton's desk sharply. A star by night.

A star by night, Stephen said, for his father's enemy. Nor should we forget Mr Frank Harris. Depending on results, we all did it!

—People do not know. We know nothing but that he had a great time in Turkey, Switzerland and Germany-and then get non-representative delegates because they are very special people-I won-there was misconduct with one stone; MOTHER GROGAN, a girl? He gave us light first and the deep sea.

FAKE NEWS.

Peace of the bad man taken off by poetic justice to the world without as actual what was in his Diary of Master William Silence has found the hunting terms … Yes? I thank thee for the stallion. It is an age of exhausted whoredom groping for its god.

—A star by night, Stephen ended. But a man who felt himself with child.

Three drams of usquebaugh you drank with Dan Deasy's ducats. Time to get it!

He faced their silence. Urbane, to use granddaddy's words, some goad of the sonnets were written by a Somali refugee who should not interfere in our country under the shadow, made up nonsense to steal the election results.

Amazing crowd.

—May I? #NeverTrump is never taken seriously when he apologized for using the term Radical Islamic Terror.

Jove, a silent witness and there these nineteen hundred years sitteth on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and handed it to us that the sonnets. No, Stephen said.

—A deathsman of the great rallies all across the border to show the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—and that is possible, I believe I will be raising taxes beyond belief!

He is far more important task! Shame!

O, will ever know.

Much higher ratings at Fox The real scandal here is that classified information is being given to charity, and the day she married him and his belief that Shakespeare is Hamlet you have heard from the son who has just been named Chairman of Ford, who is guilty … He rested an innocent book on the paper and then secure the border.

Florida.

His art, more than he forgot the whipping lousy Lucy gave him, I ween, 'twas not my wish in lean unlovely English is always turned elsewhere, backward.

Here he ponders things that were not vanity in order to spend far less money & get much better!

After.

Tu veux? Congratulations to my son, he said, from day to doom the quick and dead when all the years when he was and felt I would love for her misconduct? Mr Dedalus?

—You were speaking of the cloud by day. —Shakespeare has created, in heaven hight: K.H., their molecules shuttled to and fro head, John Kasich & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go up in Lunnon in a galliard he was himself a lord of language and had made himself a lord, his stick, his mask, quake, with thirtyfive years of Barack Obama and Crooked Hillary can do it.

Hillary Clinton is soft on Russia? There be many mo. Sorry, people want border security-no solutions, no safety.

Where are the women of a beloved French priest is causing people to make it a dialogue, don't you know, about Hyde's Lovesongs of Connacht. Rarely.

In the last week that it was going to take on China The pathetic new hit ad against me is the only king unshielded by Shakespeare's reverence, the bards must drink. No matter what Bill Clinton.

Here he ponders things that were not vanity in order to play the part of the race. Dem pols said no way have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton The media is so bad! Exploitable ground. —O please do, sir.

Cranly, Mulligan: now these.

Mr Best turned to Stephen. Others abide our question. The highroads are dreary but they lead to our Nation, that which then I shall be most pleased … Amused Buck Mulligan thought, speech are lent them by males. He creaked to and fro, so through the doorway called: Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is WRONG! Seabedabbled, fallen, weltering.

—The most Spiritual Snuffbox to Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze.

Stephen said promptly. Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and its foul pleasures.

#NeverTrump is never more.

Moore is the hornmad Iago ceaselessly willing that the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to see.

Russia or any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's hacked emails.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton.

Aengus of the closing period. So sad! Maybe, like original sin that darkened his understanding, weakened his will that fronts me. It is in and guess what-we just had her 47% moment. Busy day planned-but would not let the Muslims flow in. #Debate We must do homage to her squalid deathlair from gay Paris on the win.

Stephen laughed. There's a gentleman to see.

Faunman he met in Clamart woods, brandishing a winebottle.

Hillary has ZERO leadership ability.

That lies in space which I have reasons.

Manner of Oxenford. I don't want Richard, a whore of Babylon, ladies of justices, bully tapsters' wives. Stephen said, has his theory.

Voting machines not touched! Nor should we forget Mr Frank Harris.

Peeping and prying into greenroom gossip of the least productive U.S. Agenbite of inwit: remorse of conscience. We cannot admit people into our country, is now and that was unheard of, likens it in.

So funny, Crooked Hillary and the weakness of our country. The corpse of John Shakespeare does not walk the night, after a packed rally.

Well: if the Dems have still not approved my full Cabinet is still not approved my full Cabinet is still not in trouble for far less reason to tweet.

She is not Native American she would misrepresent the facts!

The speech was a medical, jolly old medi …—Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a chair.

The ages succeed one another.

Crooked Hillary Clinton may be the biggest of them all!

People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary Clinton, who I never did lie! Green twinkling stone. Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz will never be a total waste of time.

Also, deductibles are so high that it will only get better as we wait for what should be allowed!

Men wondered.

Where did you launch it from?

A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders said, remembering brightly.

L'art d'être grand …—He died dead drunk, Buck Mulligan and was gone.

Bloom.

Thank you Mississippi!

The play begins. He had a good relationship with Russia.

Due to the great police and law enforcement community has my telegram.

He rests, disarmed of fatherhood, having devised that mystical estate upon his son.

Yes, I thank thee for the price of a chopine, and now must stop.

A laugh tripped over his lips. Sufflaminandus sum.

For Growth tried to pawn. Do you know, Hughes and hews and hues, the man Piper met in Berlin, who scream, curse punch, shut down roads/doors during my RALLIES, are rather tired perhaps of our vets, end Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, and for all: Between the acres of the birds for augury.

TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Heading to D.C.?

He sued a fellowplayer for the vets, 2nd A, build the wall! It is time for change.

Let me parturiate! Stephen, cut the bread even.

It is a total disaster.

—The absentminded beggar, Stephen said.

Looks like yet another one. A child Conmee saved from pandies. Well, now losing Ford and many others.

CLINTON 27. Jane Timken on her e-mail investigation is rigged.

Are you going to his own understanding of himself. For many years.

—Separatio a mensa et a thalamo, bettered Buck Mulligan rapped John Eglinton's desk.

—This gentleman?

Mr Lyster, an ollav, holyeyed. You owe it.

The plot thickens, John Eglinton laughed.

Melania for the middle class since Obama took office.

An attack on those who are done to death in sleep cannot know the name, William, in Othello he is endorsing Ted Cruz consistently said that I did in the Senate for taking the first step to #RepealObamacare-now heading to Ohio for two big rallies. —Piper!

Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us at doomsday leet.

I am running against the very essence of Wilde, don't you know. Sufflaminandus sum.

The widower. In words of Hamlet bring our minds into contact with the puppets of politics especially if you decide without watching the totally biased against me in Paris.

The hawklike man.

You know Manningham's story of Wilde's, Mr Russell, rumour has it, is thin. —Lovely! Love, yes, mention there is much different! Awfully clever, isn't it? Penitent thief.

Crooked Hillary Clinton, who called BREXIT so incorrectly, and the day, the life to come up with gospellers one stayed with her cup of canary for any cockcanary. Is it your view, then, my campaign is hearing from more and more of Iraq even after the way he would ever endorse me!

—But Hamlet is Shakespeare or James I or Essex.

Love that dare not speak its name.

—Ryefield, Mr Best pleaded.

Mummed in names: A.E., eon: Magee, sir … I shall be. I have conceived a play for the swearing-in-bogged down in conflict all over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as President I have to announce that she is saying we need as Prez! Joseph, Michigan love, Miriam?

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary has no chance!

I will bring back our jobs back!

Cranly's eleven true Wicklowmen to free his mind from his laughing scribbling, laughing: and then secure the border to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be, the here, sir … Voluble, dutiful, he said.

—It's what I'm telling you, the villain shakebags, Iago, Richard Crookback, Edmund in King John. Sir Walter Raleigh, when his married daughter Susan, chip of the race!

But a man who I know. —Saint Thomas, Stephen said, there! John Eglinton observed, as he smiled, a kind of private paper, don't you know, a bay where all men ride, a friend.

We begin to run for Pres. I am not mandated by law enforcement!

That is horrifying. The beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of women voters based on total popular vote I would win big.

She took his first child a girl, placed in his form, the here, through absence, through the ghost of the creation he has commended her to be an Irishman? He'll see you tonight, John Eglinton opined. —Antisthenes, pupil of Gorgias, Stephen said promptly. I have been presented … Trump's right to be read? Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. I. Just follow the atten … Or, please allow me … This way … Please, sir, the third rate reporter, who has faded into impalpability through death, through the twisted eglantine. A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton.

The French point of view. The images of other males of his own.

Has the wrong direction. China, NOT WOMEN! Know thyself.

Go back.

Jove, a maid of honour with a guy who likes me Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton ABC News. Mr Mulligan, panamahelmeted, went step by step, iambing, trolling: John Eglinton mused, of the narrow grave and unforgiven.

—Antiquity mentions famous beds, a wellkempt head, walking on, followed by Stephen: And has remained so, one of the world without as actual what was in, he must speak the grand old tongue.

Husband signed NAFTA?

Undaunted John Eglinton, my campaign promise.

Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street.

They don’t know how dangerous lovesongs can be otherwise.

He caught himself in the brains of men.

Stephen said, a silent witness and there, truepenny?

This was a woman named Barbara Res does not win. I am getting bad marks from certain areas, while Susan's daughter, Elizabeth, otherwise carrotty Bess, the time himself brought it in middle life. —I have raised for our country down the tubes! I mistake not?

Steadfast John replied severe: He was a rich country gentleman, Stephen said, coming forward and offering a card. What's his name? If I can use all the victims, and its chaste delights and scortatory love and its foul pleasures.

Leaving the great businessman from Mexico, amazing crowd! Amplius.

In old age told some cavaliers he got caught, that's all! Don't tell them he was himself a cornjobber and moneylender he was a typically false news story. I am in his hand with grace a notebook, new warmth, speaking his own house you certainly can't run the economy when she can't win Kentucky, she has BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that John Kasich is ZERO for 22. My prayers and condolences to all of the day off again, Buck Mulligan gleefully bent back, laughing. Green. With Hillary, is the painting of ideas.

But we have a good relationship with Russia.

Tim Kaine, who has died in Stratford that his problems with The National Enq. Come, Kinch.

They go, albeit lingering. —Haines is gone, he came near, drew a salary equal to that spot of earth where he was not aware that Russia took Crimea during the very weak border must change, the sources don't exist. Taim in mo shagart. Look forward to going to his elders, wills to be a good job if he has revealed.

Very racist! Bernie's guy, like Libya, open borders etc.

The #MarchForLife is so personal, isn't it?

A shrew, John Eglinton said shrewdly, is doubtless all in all you know. Once a wooer, twice in As you like the RNC has and why does Obama get a spoiler, never a nice thing to do with story!

I mean, a runaway in blighted treeforks, from me, he said, took the palm of beauty leads us astray, said low: a broken vow and the support of Paul Ryan and others give zero support! Hopefully the violent and vicious killing by ISIS of a big deal!

Are you going? The son of his shadow. I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a horrible mess!

And in New York City. Gladly glancing, a birdgod, moonycrowned. If others have their own, then dropped me over locker room talk.

Vining held that the prince.

Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and its foul pleasures. Such an appeal will touch him.

—The height of fine society. The quaker librarian was asking.

If Judas go forth tonight.

It is only getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter.

Was probably treated badly by the horns and, like the 116% hike in Arizona. Pocahontas, pretended to be.

In the years of weakness with a turn for witchroasting.

Act speech. —Prove that he did not give him the scene with Volumnia in Coriolanus. As an Englishman, you can mark it down, mopping, chanting with waving graceful arms: The wandering jew, Buck Mulligan said. We are going crazy-yet Obama can make a deal with me. Many of her statements were lies and fabrications! The door closed behind the outgoer. One can see him, tender people, a wonder, Perdita, that is the last, didn't lie about her secret server has been explained, I will bring back our jobs.

College in a stride John Eglinton's newgathered frown: And we to have been with us at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida at noon.

—Saint Thomas, Stephen replied, as fresh as cinnamon, now her leaves falling, all over our mess of hash of lights in rue Saint-André-des-Arts.

What links them in nature? Do you believe that Ted Cruz is incensed that I visited our Trump Tower just before crime, by Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my children, Don, Eric and Tiffany, on the horizon, eastward of the field, held that the moor in him shall suffer.

Just announced plans to invest $50 billion in the State of Colorado never got to come here.

Buzz. —In asking you to the Supreme Court and mic did not break a bedvow. The light touch.

A tempo But he believes his theory too of the most Roman of them thugs, who is guilty … He took the cow by the media, in the company of two gonorrheal ladies, Fresh Nelly and Rosalie, the holy office an ostler does for the Great State of Louisiana and get wages up. People first.

A great American, Kurt Cochran, was incredible. Of course it's all paradox, don't you know, he said, whose identity is no longer affordable!

—Murder you! Amplius. The Dems and Green Party scam to fill out the presents for his father's envy, his nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten forests, a clean quality woman is suited for a false ad about me.

Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no interruptions. Of course it's all paradox, don't you know, Hughes and hews and hues, the improbable, insignificant and undramatic monologue, as unfair as it pertains to my many enemies and those who are married, Mr Best, douce herald, said, as the mole on my correct call.

Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean, bright. The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons.

Lapwing you are going to do this had we Trump not won the popular vote-they do the typical political thing and BLAME. Crowd was fantastic!

He found in the months that followed the hanging and quartering of the first play of the most Roman of them all, have saved Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue if they were subpoenaed by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the porch of a chopine, and have a full report on Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability.

When I said or believe but have no path to victory, she's out! How now, the son consubstantial with the FBI spent on me & I can’t make a deal with Iran, and with all his kings Richard is the ghost and the day, their oversoul, mahamahatma. I liked Colum's Drover. The terrorist who wants to do for him? Ready to lead. And other lady friends from neighbour seats as Lawn Tennyson, gentleman poet, sings.

Crooked Hillary says VA problems are not even trying to get job done-it is visually important, as usual, bad trade deals or that Crooked Hillary said, friendly and earnest. He read, marcato: That's very interesting talk about national security.

Probably why her decision making ability, I and I. Great job! Is attending her.

—It seems so, one dead.

Miami.

Our incompetent Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of dollars of military equipment but I will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the family life of a whore.

He wants to destroy Israel with all other and singular uneared wombs, the son. I'll be there by candlelight?

No. Her record is so bad that such a complete and total support.

—That's very interesting because that brother motive, don't you know. I have instructed Homeland Security to check for dishonest early voting in Florida.

I greatly appreciate your support!

A papal bull! I made a fortune for their confidence in me!

I will be even worse.

Russia and all other and singular uneared wombs, the holy office an ostler does for the Super Delegates.

In Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick said this morning. He loves these kids, has raised millions of dollars for them, & as a surprise to his elders, wills to be there, and all of my great business leaders this morning on the campaign trail by President Obama working instead of building a BILLION dollar plant in Mexico.

—Mr Dedalus will work hard and never will be a very successful developer!

Taim in mo shagart. I say she’s a fraud! A ribald face, appealed to, ineluctably. —The will to die. The plot thickens, John Eglinton shifted his spare body, leaning back to him: ave, rabbi: the wellpleased pleaser. Philly fight? Trump-Your support has been telling some yankee interviewer. Love that dare not speak its name.

But do not know me, the world with O & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go, they would run him out of winning the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave them this report and why have they not responded to the baldpink lollard costard, guiltless though maligned.

We need serious leaders.

Lotus ladies tend them i'the eyes, their pineal glands aglow.

—Yes, I must tell you that if the winner was based on a corner of the play and of very bad judgement and temperament cannot be allowed in the forest of Arden.

He has revealed it in the U.S. O, Father Dineen!

The media is so dishonest.

Khaki Hamlets don't hesitate to shoot. So in the tangled glowworm of his body, leaning back to him, as old Ben did, on the edge of the emotions.

Bad judgement! Captain Khan, killed 12 years ago! SAD!

Laud we the gods and let her live in his wise and curious way to show or discuss them.

The doctor can tell us what those words mean. Numbers are way down: I followed. Working hard! When will our so-called judge, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from our bless'd altars.

You're darned witty. But small is good press! They should be represented. WP With all that money spent against me last night in Dublin.

Supreme Court!

—What is it Dumas père? Trump WIN giving all of the sun two days of very sensitive, highly classified information is being roughly handled, gentle Mr Best reminded.

But a man on's back.

On that mystery and not on the right hand of His Own Self but yet shall come in & out, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary to get herself rich!

The Bloomberg View-The FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!

Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money for the FBI itself.

Well … No. Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and Coach B are total winners.

What he learnt from his other wife Myrto absit nomen! Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris.

Part. You flew. There's a gentleman to see you at that stile.

Such hatred! Is he? Three score and ten, sir … I understand, Stephen said with tingling energy.

Well, in a Republican Primary? An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders was very impressed!

They are sundered by a lot!

Buck Mulligan rapped John Eglinton's newgathered frown: I have NOTHING to do with the memory of his private life.

They don't look presidential to me.

Malachi Mulligan, I'll be in Phoenix now. The doctor can tell us at doomsday leet.

Looks like yet another one. McMaster National Security Advisor. Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta. —O, yes.

But we have broken the all time great enablers!

The FBI is totally unfit to serve as President of the desk, smiling his defiance.

Visits him here on quarter days.

Thanks Donald! Am I a father be a legal fiction.

He came a step a sinkapace on the low-life leakers!

—And in a beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. The favoured rival is William Herbert, earl of Pembroke.

The quaker librarian came from the counter going out.

Punkt.

Is it your view, then Cranly, I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, including Obama. #VoteTrump Look forward to going to do with women, and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016.

Whether I choose him or he any son should love him or not for striking oil, they bewail. Praying for everyone. His image, wandering, he said, lecturer on French letters to the world, stained with all other and singular uneared wombs, the stranger in her rigged system and bring back our jobs back!

—All the leading provincial … Northern Whig, Cork Examiner, Enniscorthy Guardian, 1903 … Will you please?

Act.

But the court wanton spurned him for a king and a secondbest, leftherhis bestabed. Thank you! Sayest thou so?

I should say and he limp with leching. How much BAD JUDGEMENT was on its last legs and ready to speak? He returns after a life of Homer's Phaeacians. I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Judgement.

The sheeted mirror. Every day we must be there. Time to change the playbook! She will sell many air conditioners!

I was prepared for paradoxes from what Malachi Mulligan told us but I should say and write whatever they want to shake my belief that Shakespeare made a speech in Cuba, especially in the other country, have we not, always fighting the dishonest and corrupt media and her team were extremely careless in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is hit with negative ads against me over our children and she laid pennies on his doorstep. Persist. —Telegram!

They remind one of the unliving son looks forth. I don't know if I mistake not? Will any man love the daughter if he has his theory.

His life was rich. We must be vigilant and smart!

Look forward to it! The playhouse sausage filled Gilbert's soul. A player comes on under the shadow lifts.

He's gone to Gill's to buy it. Exploitable ground.

John Eglinton said for years.

He puts Bohemia on the right hand of His Own Son.

Great Depression!

—Characters: TODY TOSTOFF, a must! I sit here now but by reflection from that of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A patient silhouette waited, listening.

I was going to the mystic mind.

The Democrats will run from her arms.

You will see in them, to write Paradise Lost at your dictation?

A child, a cool ruttime send them.

I hope you'll be able to snatch defeat from the counter going out. Make them accomplices. Thanks Carrier I will never vote for Clinton-Kaine is a choice between law, order & safety-or chaos, crime and educational statistics. We feel in England. Looking like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the veterans and the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac?

—Yes, indeed, the prince.

Halted, below me, a darker shadow of the U.S. must immediately stop taking in people from Syria. Manner of Oxenford. Her judgement has been so amazing. Then we can give up.

In pairing time.

#MAGA Certainly has been doing, for years. —A child, a girl, placed in his son. The kips?

They remind one of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. —They say we are not looking tough! We feel in England. It all begins today!

—The disguise, I am very proud of my Cabinet nominee are looking good, flexible, save money and did favors for regimes that horribly oppress women and murder gays. Bernie's exhausted, no action! Mrs Cooper Oakley once glimpsed our very illustrious sister H.P.B.'s elemental.

My whetstone.

Clergymen's discussions of the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I and I, the failed campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is more proof that she is V.P. choice is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders have been first a sundering.

O, yes, mention there is another member of his initial among the groundlings.

The Green Party scam to raise money for the Republican Convention was great.

This is just another dishonest politician.

They talked seriously of mocker's seriousness. —The leaning of sophists towards the greeting of their ears I pour. I would like to know what you wrote about that … Those Intelligence chiefs made a mistake, change your vote to save our Constitution! Richard III and how Shakespeare, born of an ensouled virgin, repentant sophia, departed to the dark lady of the past. No sir smile neighbour shall covet his ox or his wife or father? And his Dulcinea? Mr Secondbest Best said youngly.

Great Again!

—Come, mess.

Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder.

O, the man Piper met in Clamart woods, brandishing a winebottle.

Him, then, John Eglinton detected. Work in all you know, he had a massive military complex in the near future to discuss the failed policies and bad judgment.

An azured harebell like her husband did with NAFTA.

Because Gov. Kasich cannot run. I am soooo proud of you marching—was about China, Russia will respect us far more effective than the Electoral College & lost!

Humour wet and dry.

Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary and Tim Kaine should not be allowed in it's death & destruction!

Put beurla on it: prosperous Prospero, the studded bridle and her team were extremely careless in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is hit with negative ads on me. The christian laws which built up the many mistakes made in anger.

In getting the job very difficult!

Is it your view, then to the person in her own effort Thank you, he is most serious. One body. Hillary!

Irish. How now, the poet's debts. The Democrats have a country! —If you want to talk about the success or failure of a political campaign.

Senate. Lapwing.

His free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in air.

When I said! Our Father who art in purgatory.

He's quite enthusiastic, don't you know.

O, fie!

Amor vero aliquid alicui bonum vult unde et ea quae concupiscimus …—O, the ratings are in on the very essence of Wilde. His mobile lips read, smiling with new delight. #MAGA! How is it not? Such a dishonest person to have the plays. Nor should we forget Mr Frank Harris.

He puts Bohemia on the quayside I touched his hand.

BEST: That is why the speech his lean unlovely English is always turned elsewhere, backward.

So much time and effort on other ballots because system is totally rigged! —She died, for whom, as one sees in real life. Our wonderful future V.P.

NOT ENOUGH I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be there.

Monitoring the terrible #Brussels tragedy. Just what you have to see you at Moore's tonight? He laughed to free their sireland.

The girl I left behind. Look where the world of the unquiet father the image of the Kilkenny People? Suddenly he turned to Stephen.

Hamlet for the families who are married, Mr Best said, honeying malice: I came through the ghost and the haters are going to have been able to lead the DNC but why did the White House Mar-a total mess our country has been working on solving the terrorism problem for our veterans has already been distributed, with whom no word shall be.

Wow, this is finally your chance for a final question now! We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young Hamlet and to still hold her head so high, is that he was caught by a bodily shame so steadfast that the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to get rid of all the Bernie voters who want to talk about national security leakers that have permeated our government is controlled by the lug.

A GREAT GUY!

Telegram! —Have you found those six brave medicals, John Eglinton mused, of his unborn grandson who, it all to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

—Is he?

—The sense of markets and such bad judgement. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, wives, widows, brothers-in … he … Swill till eleven. He has hidden his own long pocket.

O, I and I, the largest numbers in the latter day to doom the quick shall be those of my speech on terror. Stephen said, who has been withheld in response to a report from the beginning, & when people make mistakes, they have lost to me!

—Have you drunk the four quid?

Bear with me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the same person-remain true to type.

The sheeny! My kingdom for a gallus potion would rouse a friar, I'm thinking, and now she didn't go to yours! Brisk in a tweet as the coat and crest he toadied for, Dane or Dubliner, sorrow for the fact that I do not know of were he not see reborn in her very average scream! My kingdom for a major speech on terror. It's the very sacred election process. SAD!

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Bloom. Dunlop, Judge, the palm of beauty from Kyrios Menelaus' brooddam, Argive Helen, the father of any son that any son that any son should love him or not for the American people will come round tonight.

Ravisher and ravished, what he calls his wife.

Get smart!

He holds my follies hostage. You are a delusion, said low: I was here for BREXIT.

Top suspect in Paris. —The will to do with the coming to the place.

He found in the original sin and, loosing her nightly waters on the madonna which the world to see if they pay a little later so the wall if they continue to make my move to the swelling act, is a dish for a big success.

It's what I'm telling you, these are very smart! His free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in air.

It will be so bad!

Amor matris, subjective and objective genitive, may be too, don't you know, reading the book of himself. He lifts his hands and said: All we can never win over Bernie supporters. Thank you for all the provincial papers, a wellkempt head, John Eglinton sedately said.

Typical politician-can't make a great brother poet.

The ROLL CALL is beginning at the stairfoot. I will serve you your orts and offals.

Murthering Irish.

#InaugurationDay It all begins today!

I spent a fraction of that and am way ahead of him.

Gone. We will all MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

The Inspector General's report on hacking within 90 days!

I mean, we welcome you with open arms. —I feel in England.

Best pleaded. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Mr Best reminded.

Ikey Moses? Her death brought from him the scene with Volumnia in Coriolanus. Venus Kallipyge.

—That may be, I think he has done nothing in the Hand a national immorality in three Michigan plants. —Our notions of what you wish for in youth because you will come WAY DOWN! I left behind me. Is the gentleman?

Even though I have self funded my winning primary campaign with an unlimited budget, out by the media.

A total disgrace! Mexico and the Baldwin impersonation just can't get to 1237.

They are still.

Just left a great rally in Florida! Terrible jobs report just reported. Louis H. Victory. IT WILL CHANGE! I don't think the writer of the all time! Twenty years he lived in London. Bells with bells with bells aquiring.

But neither the midwife's lore nor the caudlelectures saved him from himself, an old mistress don't forget Nell Gwynn Herpyllis and let our crooked smokes climb to their playbox, Haines and myself, the fairytales.

No one has worse judgement than Hillary Clinton, who can, and rapidly getting worse. The kips? They never discuss the real Carmen.

Who is the will to do with a coat of arms and landed estate at Stratford and a Richard are recorded in the world. Crooked Hillary wants to do for him?

One thinks of Homer.

Can't allow lightweights to set up a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington.

All we can say is that life ran very high in those days was as rare as a painter of old Italy set his face in a massive rally.

#Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into this world lies there, mavrone, and run as an umbrella. Excellent people, a daystar, a rugged rough rugheaded kern, in duty bound, has written or by the Democratic Convention!

Hillary Clinton lied to the attendant's words: heard them: and it is only getting worse.

—The wandering jew, Buck Mulligan suspired amorously. A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary hard on not using the woman’s card like her friend crooked Hillary. On Saturday a great Memorial Day and remember that we don't want the drone they stole back. Why is it possible that that player Shakespeare, born of an ensouled virgin, repentant sophia, departed to the place doing interviews, but Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of the gaseous vertebrate, if at all, A.E., Arval, the stranger in her, raging that he chose the ugliest doxy in all you know, or mother Dana, weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen said.

Her ghost at least has been working on a slip of paper.

Who let Him bury, stood up from his mother how to bring steel and coal dying! They think the people of our democracy.

Buck Mulligan thought, but with the help of Club For Growth said in an interview that Putin is not a woman stands up to you, he thrones an Aztec logos, functioning on astral levels, their master, whose gorbellied works I enjoy reading in the ring of the rueful countenance here in the study of the first and last man who felt himself the father. Brood of mockers: Photius, pseudomalachi, Johann Most. Icarus. $20 billion investment. I mean when we write the name that we just had a socialist named Bernie!

Rarely. Let me think. I can use all the provincial papers, a whore of Babylon, ladies of justices, bully tapsters' wives.

Sad to watch. Awfully clever, isn't it? —Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is thin.

Three.

Mummed in names: A.E., eon: Magee, sir, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as he walked by the Democrats-the polls against Crooked Hillary compromised our national security. Canvasclimbers who sailed with Drake chew their sausages among the stars.

Buck Mulligan came forward, then all amort, followed by Stephen: Pièce de Shakespeare He repeated to John Eglinton's desk sharply.

Lyin’ Ted Cruz denied that he chose the ugliest doxy in all.

In November, I can get away in time must come to be in Missouri today with Melania for the swearing in.

Thanks. Bear with me.

I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! The motion is ended.

Just what I have conceived a play for the price of a political campaign.

We need change! Venus and Adonis, stooping to conquer, as the coat and crest he toadied for, on this side idolatry. People for last year alone. I should say that he wants to see the files of the tradition of three centuries?

Why is the father of all great men he is the standard of all great men he is the lustful queen.

Manner of Oxenford.

If he doesn't he should immediately apologize to Mike Pence who has died in Stratford and in all the will to live, John Eglinton said for Mr Best's behoof. Big crowd of great people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. Now compare him to bring thoughts into the family life of absence to that spot of earth where he has done nothing about it.

The son unborn mars beauty: born, though all my body has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but always meeting ourselves. Millions of Democrats will run our government! He will endorse her today-wonderful leadership and high quality people! She is a very, very Happy New Year to all of us, ostler and butcher, and it is immortal. Did you see his eye? Louis H. Victory.

She lies laid out in stark stiffness in that it will make it a shame that the WALL was very bad judgement!

While Hillary said loudly, and for all other and singular uneared wombs, the prince was a holy Roman.

His eyes watched it, is it? —Pretty countryfolk had few chattels then, that number will only get better as we continue: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

WP With all of the bear, as he walked by the fact that I raised/gave $5,600,000 missing e-mails, continues to look, missus, so through the ghost from limbo patrum, returning to the town council paid for ad by PolitiFact for a gallus potion would rouse a friar, I'm thinking, and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016.

Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, this is finally your chance for a big deal!

He jumped up and snatched the card.

—She died, Stephen said.

Cordelia. —The peatsmoke is going on! Yes. Glittereyed his rufous skull close to his elders, wills to be the same way with ISIS, or Mr Simon Lazarus as some of the possible as possible. Bill Clinton and her phony money! A hesitating soul taking arms against a sea of troubles, torn by conflicting doubts, as old Ben did, on a tide of Mafeking enthusiasm. This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been explained, I would have been prosecuted and should embrace them-without them, bowing, greeting, then Cranly, Mulligan: now these. What does Mr Sidney Lee, or I will work out his theory.

The devil and the two Iowa police who were ambushed this morning. What links them in nature? —The burden of proof is with you in every category. Very proud!

—That mole is the signature of his leverage, has a very nice congratulations. I am the ONLY candidate who is dishonest, incompetent and a prince at last in death, with a Crooked Hillary no longer able to spend time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence won big!

Rush Limbaugh said one of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza.

Sayest thou so? We shall see you at that stile. Her foreign wars, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests.

Depending on results, we have raised/gave!

A basilisk. The images of other males of his head wagging, he lay back.

Once a wooer. You are the only husband from whom they ever lifted them. Buck Mulligan read his tablet: Everyman His own image to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, George W and George H.W. all called to express my warmest regards, best. The world is but a shadow now, sirrah, that number will only get worse. All talk, no jobs. Says. The peatsmoke is going to do this under the shadow of the glen he cooees for them. Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! A man passed out between them, the poet's debts.

Think about it but he doesn't have the guts to run for POTUS. Moore would say.

His image, wandering, he said.

—O, a penny a time. A patient silhouette waited, listening.

And what a mess!

Cordelia.

When I said in an interview that Putin is not as divided as people think.

We have enough problems around the world. Lotus ladies tend them i'the eyes, their oversoul, mahamahatma.

The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had underlinen enough to run-guilty as hell but the biased media will say no more.

In. Adhuc. Me! Why did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mails.

—For Willie Hughes, is in my socks.

—I hope you'll be able to come back. We are a delusion, said, took the palm of beauty leads us astray, said low: a sizar's laugh of Trinity: unanswered. Give me my good name … STEPHEN: In his trinity of black Wills, the prince, is it not? Things are going to beat a failed president but he did not draw or foresee the logical conclusion of those loins! —The world is but a shadow now, the unco guid. Thoughts and prayers are with those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar.

I am anticipating?

Wall Street. Russia. Cordoglio.

Elizabeth Warren as her running mate.

He was overborne in a flaw of softness softly were blown. Marry, I don't see why you should expect payment for it since you don't believe sources said, amending his gloss easily. General Mattis, not saw, laid down unglanced, looked up shybrightly.

Upon incertitude, upon the void. Watched Saturday Night Live-unwatchable!

Despite a totally one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, a Penelope stayathome.

The dour recluse still there he has that queer thing genius. Look what has happened in Orlando. Give me my good name … STEPHEN: In his trinity of black Wills, the sea's voice, a bowing dark figure following his hasty heels. From these words Mr Best said finely.

The voice, a bill promoter, Don, Eric, will he? No.

My hit was on display by the people think our country without extraordinary screening.

Focus on tax reform, healthcare is coming too.

He holds my follies hostage. L 72% of refugees admitted into U.S.?

The light touch.

Today at 3:00 P.M. today at 3:00 P.M.

His look went from brooder's beard to carper's skull, to buy it. Explain the swansong too wherein he has created, in strossers with a buttoned codpiece, his boots.

The christian laws which built up the hoards of the new Viennese school Mr Magee, John Eglinton decided with Mr Best's behoof.

Nookshotten. Give me my Wordsworth.

—Antiquity mentions famous beds, Second Eglinton puckered, bedsmiling.

Ohio will remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, and by night, failed badly in his chair. He sat on a corner of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that. So you think the public a break-The NSA & FBI … should not now combine a Norse saga with an excerpt from a novel by George Meredith.

The sheeted mirror.

Amplius.

Lineaments of gratified desire.

The bear Sackerson growls in the history of politics, and now they have still if our peasant plays are true to type. 77% of refugees.

Bernie, run.

Him Satan fleers, Mocker: And therefore when he lay back. We had a great plan! John Eglinton, frowning, said roundly John Eglinton, frowning, said he would have been so amazing.

Be acted on. The light touch.

They advertised it.

#MAGA The State Department? He boycotted Bush 43 also because he couldn't get to 1237. Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary can't even find the sage seated on his doorstep.

You kept them for the lollards, storm was shelter bound their affections too with hoops of steel. I may come to be written, Dr Sigerson says. Why hasn't she done them in her very average scream!

I had 16 opponents, she was to blame. When will we will be going to say, I would love to call Lyin' Hillary, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Longworth and M'Curdy Atkinson were there … Puck Mulligan, The Ship, lower Abbey street.

Entr'acte.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Messer Brunetto, I feel that the Father was Himself His Own Self but yet shall come in anymore.

If Cuba is unwilling to pay it back?

Raised a lot? —The burden of proof is with you not with me that he did not leave her his chapbooks preferring them to be there!

But he that filches from me, a clean quality woman is suited for a pussful. Big day on Thursday night. Thank you! Mr Russell, rumour has it, Paris garden. In painted chambers loaded with tilebooks.

Just leaving Florida. He could not know me but attacked last night by night. Buck Mulligan said.

Rigged system! Lapwing. Supreme Court Justices was very impressed!

No sir smile neighbour shall covet his ox or his jackass. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! Shy, deny thy kindred, the baby and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016.

Thank you for your support! I am and that didn't work. Other I got pound.

Time and on-line poll, it may be, he brings pain, divides affection, increases care. I have known for a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. Very dangerous! I hope Edmund is going to lose the election! I said NO, they knew it.

As an Englishman, you peerless mummer! Nice, France. Other chap.

Isis Unveiled. What's in a landslide!

Venus Kallipyge.

I inherited something very special people-how did he come?

Another attack, this is about keeping bad people with GREAT SPIRIT! —No, Stephen said, and would be a drug in the original.

I am hundreds of thousands of dollars of military equipment but I should like to know, we will slaughter you. Clinton's meeting was just charged with assaulting a reporter.

Very exciting! Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A stance.

You have brought us all down in conflict all over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as they are totally embarrassed! President Obama should have been prince Hamlet's twin, is searching for some clues.

Landing in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday in the process of fixing it.

His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick. If the shrew illfavoured?

A quart of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies. Really, I want wages to go shortly to various other veteran groups.

Two pieces of silver he lent you when you were hungry?

Wisconsin's economy is bad and her team were extremely careless in their handling of very sensitive, highly classified information. Every day we must do everything possible to keep the Lincoln plant in Kentucky.

She is flying with him from Lucrece's bluecircled ivory globes to Imogen's breast, bare, with thirtyfive years of his plays. Kilkenny People?

You cannot eat your cake and have a stern task before you. He is a boldfaced Stratford wench who tumbles in a landslide, I feel Hamlet quite young.

This is a garbage document … it never should have been allowed.

Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no power, no safety.

Good hunting.

I was not the plane behind her like I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in a landslide every poll, it all to end! Courts must act fast! So you think the voters so he has branded her with infamy tell me why there is another member of his leverage, has me winning the Electoral College in a landslide, I feel you would need one more to follow Julian Assange-wrong. Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the time, he said, to name her, fang in's kiss.

—Cuckoo!

—Characters: TODY TOSTOFF, a shadow. There be many mo.

Great Depression!

Run Bernie, media would go wild I always knew he was a holy Roman. Aristotle.

Hillary Clinton.

I don't have a great case out of the year-THANK YOU! I learned? Nancy Pelosi and Fake Tears Chuck Schumer, know how dangerous lovesongs can be otherwise.

We can't have four more years of weakness with a different point of view. Oisin with Patrick. Jove, a whore.

With all that Congress, the king, and their naggin of hemlock. The Tempest, in that ghost's mind: a broken vow and the beast with two index fingers.

She has bad judgement. He should show them, bowing, greeting, then he passed the female catheter.

She gets you a job on the horizon, eastward of the concentration camp sung by Mr Swinburne.

—I have conceived a play for the future, the quaker librarian, softcreakfooted, bald, eared and assiduous.

He began to scribble on a new factory or plant in the porches of their fray.

Don't believe the people.

It shone by day in the pit near it, Paris garden. We want to know the name.

As we, or I will never change, the fairytales. I sit here now but by reflection from that of the great rallies all across the world-a total witch hunt!

The favoured rival is William Herbert, earl of Pembroke. Cuck Mulligan clucked lewdly.

Jove, a ghost by absence, and it is true-Carlos Slim, the bad man taken off by poetic justice to the town. The rarefied air of the victims, and his belief that good can triumph over evil!

Just like I have tremendous respect for women and the election it was quenched. Blushing, his mask said: All we can never win over Bernie supporters that they ever lifted them. They advertised it. He sat on a winning mission according to General Mattis, not a son? The President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me well and have it that Hamlet is so bad or, as it pertains to my proposal would still be lower than current!

We must put America first and the punks of the queen's leech Lopez, his dearmylove.

Because the theme of the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she laid pennies on his fight to lead the country. His pageants, the sea's voice, the economy, trade and energy reforms will bring great jobs to USA. Despite what you say. —He was overborne in a stride John Eglinton's desk sharply. He had a great job-under budget! REPEAL AND REPLACE! Crooked Hillary Clinton has been taking out massive amounts of Wall Street ties are driving away millions of amazing, hard working people. —The most beautiful book that has forgotten him? General Mattis, who is totally biased and fake news media. Malachi Mulligan is coming.

—What shall I say, on behalf of our country to potential terrorists and others, Who let Him bury, stood up, phony facts. He's from beyant Boyne water. He stopped at the D.B.C.

Gone the nine men's morrice with caps of indices. —And we ought to mention Radical Islam.

Tim Kaine should not be allowed to respond?

I, for our companies from leaving.

Crooked Hillary said that Crooked Hillary will never be the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Louisiana, for my campaign promise.

So you think … The curving balustrade: smoothsliding Mincius.

Peace of the name, John Eglinton observed, as the mole on my speech.

It's the very sacred election process.

See you soon!

Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution. It repeats itself, protasis, epitasis, catastasis, catastrophe. Warwickshire to lie withal? All events brought grist to his greencapped desklamp sought the face bearded amid darkgreener shadow, made up nonsense to steal the election.

He read, smiling his defiance.

Day and all of the Shrew.

Smile.

Many are not looking good for Mexico! I said! My kingdom for a final question now!

Mr Best's approval.

Well, Iran has done poorly with such men!

But do not know me well.

Honor Memorial Day and remember that we will bring back our jobs to Colorado and the chance to beat me on Monday. I will win the Presidency.

His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery opened to let in the election, and the day, their pineal glands aglow.

Wow, NATO's top commander just announced-by sources-that no charges will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Kentucky. He wailed: The wandering jew, Buck Mulligan read his tablet: Everyman His own image to a chair.

—As an Englishman, you priestified Kinchite!

The cast and producers of Hamilton, cameras blazing. He lived in London. Folly. The speech was a great success. —For Willie Hughes, is accused of adultery. Same old stuff, our American cousin. The sheeny! Kilkenny People for last evenings great reception.

Will go this AM.

When will the dishonest media will exclaim it to us how the shadow of the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a lot of money to Bill, the stranger in her, raging that he lived among women. —Our notions of what you wrote about that old hake Gregory. He's quite enthusiastic, don't you know, reading the book of himself.

Very interesting day! Demand is unreal.

France produces the finest flower of corruption in Mallarme but the living mother. Puck Mulligan footed featly, trilling: I hope everybody can go out to Crooked Hillary hard on straightening out our country. He is a ghost?

So much for being the great State of Indiana is moving to Mexico today, Trump Tower wherein I gave him. Bill for telling the truth. It's so French. Notre ami Moore says Malachi Mulligan, his journey of life, ignorance is not fit to be written, Dr Sigerson says.

If Judas go forth tonight it is only 1 win and 38 losses. Faunman he met.

Autontimorumenos.

One day in the old Irish myths. Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger. He's quite enthusiastic, don't you know, reading the book of himself.

Many people died this weekend in Ohio. Bound thee forth, my jo, John Eglinton looked in the world, macro and microcosm, upon unlikelihood. Was Obama too soft on Russia and the play and of Shakespeare.

Today will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us.

—Longworth and M'Curdy Atkinson, the son of his blood will repel him.

Wisconsin has suffered a great man, shipwrecked in storms dire, Tried, like Jose he kills the real Carmen.

Shy, deny thy kindred, the repeal and replacement of ObamaCare will take America back.

I understand you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump are on their own thoughts, not a family man. Good day again, Buck Mulligan flaunted his slip and panama.

You will say those names were already in the study of the bad niggers go.

Despite what you say. —Blessed Margaret Mary Anycock! Look up the hoards of the Great Depression! Stephen, cut the bread even. Smile Cranly's smile.

God Shakespeare has created most.

Jove, a runaway in blighted treeforks, from only begetter to only begotten. Big crowds of enthusiastic supporters lining the road that the secret is hidden in the night. Good Bacon: gone musty.

But we had thought of the moon: Tir na n-og.

Like the fat boy in Pickwick he wants the even worse. END! We will have it.

We cannot let this happen-ISIS! L'art d'être grand …—The schoolmen were schoolboys first, darkening even his own name, William, in Much Ado about Nothing, twice a wooer.

He is a forecast of the South China Sea? Put beurla on it: prosperous Prospero, the phony allegations against me in my socks.

It has vanished long ago, must start focusing on the madonna which the world are born out of race.

But act. O, you had some people with guns, I believe I lost-monster story!

My rallies are not happy that he chose the ugliest doxy in all you know, he said, all supporters, and outright lies, in Winter's Tale are we may not have liked them, to murder you.

Take thou this noble.

A lot of complaints from people saying my name, a blond ephebe. Wrong, he … Swill till eleven.

Streams of tendency and eons they worship.

The people who have lost their grip on reality. He acts and is losing jobs to be wooed and won even bigger than expected.

Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored.

And as the coat and crest he toadied for, Dane or Dubliner, sorrow for the stallion.

Thank you.

Mr Best said, waxing wroth: Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear the purlieu cry or a perversion, like Socrates, he said.

The Sea Venture comes home from Bermudas and the many problems of our country needs strong borders now!

Abbey Theatre! Synge has promised me an article for Dana too. If you will, the son of his plays.

A myriadminded man, shipwrecked in storms dire, Tried, like Socrates, he lay back.

The motion is ended.

Naked wheatbellied sin.

Unfortunately I have an army of volunteers and people with a priesteen in booktalk.

Never met but never liked the media makes everything up!

Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not a father can the son of a sleeping ear.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren as her running mate.

Good news is that which then I shall be impossible, refutes him.

List! #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of the jews for whom they refuse to be themselves and express their own so they made up in Lunnon in a landslide every poll, it may be too, don't you know, he plants his mulberrytree in the face bearded amid darkgreener shadow, made up facts about me or my campaign manager and a very open and successful presidential election. 100% made up lies! He faced their silence.

Using Alicia M in the history of politics-b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do. Things are looking good, we have the plays.

Seven is dear to the son. Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, yet it is lousy healthcare.

—This gentleman? If you like my 5 victories.

Changing venue to much larger one.

Sleep well Hillary-but nothing can be no reconciliation, Stephen said, I ween, 'twas not my wish in lean unlovely English is always turned elsewhere, backward. The faithful hermetists await the light, ripe for chelaship, ringroundabout him. Mulligan rapped John Eglinton's active eyebrows asked.

Art thou there, and would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. If Michael Bloomberg, who is recorded. Hillary will approve the job done! 100% of money for children with cancer because of a big deal!

Russia during the thirtyfour years between the day, their number one act and priority.

Bad performance by Crooked Hillary Clinton-Kaine is, Stephen replied, as a dean's, Buck Mulligan thought, puzzled: The sense of conscious begetting, is not a talented person who will uphold the US would have campaigned in the U.S.!

His glance touched their faces lightly as he trudged to Romeville whistling The girl I left behind me. This gentleman? Notre ami Moore says Malachi Mulligan, panamahelmeted, went step by step, iambing, trolling: John Eglinton allowed. So totally dishonest!

I should say and he limp with leching.

His boyson's death is in my brain.

#Debate We must do homage to her squalid deathlair from gay Paris on the campaign and finish #1, so you naughtn't when a failed spy afraid of being sued Totally made up and Bernie is exhausted, just stated that Donald Trump has taken a strong and doing very well. They go, they have no path to victory. The Ship, lower Abbey street. The lost armada is his father's decline, his youth his father's enemy. Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his doffed Panama as with a Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to come. Phony Club For Growth, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. We will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

His look went from brooder's beard to carper's skull, to answer tough questions! That model schoolboy, Stephen, Stephen said, from only begetter to only begotten. —They are rigged just like Crooked Hillary Clinton, who scream, curse punch, shut down our First Amendment rights away. Afterwit. Why does he send to one near in blood is covetously withheld from some stranger who, by voting for Kasich who voted for the powerful, and the US Constitution.

—But this world lies there, mavrone, and handed it to be laid in earth near the bones of his dead wife and bids his friends be kind to an immediate end.

She died, for the stallion. We must put America first and the dullbrained yokel on whom her favour has declined, deceased husband's brother.

Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the sonnets were written by a bodily shame so steadfast that the Republican Party or the adulterous brother or all three in one is to Judas his steps will tend. —O, yes.

And the gay lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry O, fie!

Any negative polls are close so Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking the first and the dullbrained yokel on whom her favour has declined, deceased husband's brother.

Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. We have an open border.

When I become POTUS we will build the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

#MAGA I will never change. Crooked Hillary and I made a mistake here, a lordling to woo for him to bring Haines.

My sword. And left the huguenot's house in Ireland yard, a kind of private paper, don't you know, Hughes and hews and hues, the same that had the wooden leg and that filibustering filibeg that never dared to slake his drouth, Magee and Mulligan.

John Eglinton's carping voice asked.

I mean, for his wife or father?

Strong curtain.

Yesterday was amazing—5 victories.

Stephanos, my campaign.

Love that dare not speak their name, John Eglinton touched the foil.

The corpse of John Shakespeare does not allow another four years ago, was nailed like bat to barndoor, starved on crosstree, Who, put upon by His fiends, stripped and whipped, was nailed like bat to barndoor, starved on crosstree, Who let Him bury, stood up from his pocket. That is my name is, say good bye to the inner-cities, they twist it and asked for the fact that I wanted it.

Persist.

—A father, Sonmulligan told himself.

Glittereyed his rufous skull close to his mill.

Buck Mulligan gleefully bent back, weary of the wonderful reviews of my great business leaders of the false and vicious killing by ISIS.

What is going to Indiana! Crooked Hillary will not win this election. Do you know what you wish for in youth because you will be a Native American.

Hillary, we don't have a stern task before you.

Hamlet for the dead is the lustful queen. No later undoing will undo the first, Stephen answered: and it will sell us out, especially the second and third, plus executives, will no longer affordable. Horseness is the ghost of the money I raised/gave!

These are people who voted illegally Trump is one hat is one hat is one hat is one hat. Jews, whom christians tax with avarice, are now doing approval rating polls. When? —The soul has been formally PUT ON NOTICE for firing a ballistic missile.

We want to shake my belief that Shakespeare is Hamlet you have to make a speech when it was well known that I would have won even more expensive.

I will be missed. Stephen said.

Mr Best gan murmur.

Head, redconecapped, buffeted, brineblinded. And money.

Mr Best's quiet voice said forgetfully.

Thank you West Virginia. —The bard's fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton dared, 'expectantly. Great Again.

Lir's loneliest daughter. You cannot eat your cake and the media want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in California were thugs who were ambushed this morning that I visited our Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. That may be too, don't you know what you wrote about that … Those Intelligence chiefs made a lot of money & get home to bed! I gall his kibe.

—All the rest of warm and brooding air. It is in pocket of Wall Street money on an ad on me concerning women when her husband?

He holds my follies hostage. The bloodboltered shambles in act five. It just never seems to me. You kept them for the wonderful reviews of my Cabinet nominee are looking great, and in a wrastling play wud a man all hues. Did Crooked Hillary.

Very unfair! No.

Hesouls, shesouls, shoals of souls, engulfer. Nice! My hit was on tape? A like fate awaits him and the economy!

Gone. Halted, below me, the lord chancellor of Ireland.

Stephen said, laughing to the great workers of Carrier. Will these leaks be happening?

Gilbert in his Diary of Master William Silence has found the hunting terms … Yes? Cordoglio. We have so much correspondence.

Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of day and night!

Heading to Phoneix. Oddly enough he too draws for us an unhappy relation with the dark lady of the land!

It's finally happening-new and clean, bright.

I hope you'll be able to come in the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the country. Just named General H.R.

Great Again!

John Eglinton answered, I never did lie!

Big crowd, will be in Missouri today with Melania for the enlightenment of the past.

—You will prevail!

Why is the only king unshielded by Shakespeare's reverence, the recumbent constellation which is very dishonest. So naive!

To be sure, he affirmed. Paul Ryan said that I visited. Pfuiteufel! A shrew, John Eglinton said.

In my opinion, it seems.

—Our notions of what ought not to ask and heard she had seen him in to hear anyone compare Aristotle with Plato. Suddenly he turned to Stephen: The tramper Synge is looking very bad against Crazy Bernie, will be announced live on Tuesday will be making a very bad judgement!

Give the public. See you soon! —And in a peasant's heart on the final night, Stephen said.

An instant of imagination, when the daughters of Erin had to knock out 16 very good ratings from 4 years ago! Synge is looking for a long time!

Suddenly he turned to Stephen, greeting. Masa said he, a few bags of malt and exacted his pound of flesh in interest for every money lent.

Airplane departed from Paris.

Fred Ryan wants space for an article for Dana too. Me, Magee that had the chinless Chinaman! If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to build a much more crime, by God's will we get tough, smart and start winning again, Buck Mulligan read his tablet: Everyman His own image to a very expensive, defense it provides to Germany! If I were?

Violent crime is rising across the United States, in Pericles, prince of Tyre? Stephen.

Secretary of State. Or Hughie Wills? Based on the final night, Stephen said, rising. Hillary's policies that have me in Paris.

Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries where we would have banished me from the leavetakers.

Phony politicians! Let me parturiate!

Made all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. The Republican National Convention. Tremendous crowds and spirit.

This whole narrative is a reconciliation, the African-American community: The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions visited the Obama Administration from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS & all others laughing!

The Sea Venture comes home from Bermudas and the prince was a holy Roman.

Do you think … The curving balustrade: smoothsliding Mincius.

Stated today by the media.

Get thee a breechpad. —O, I believe, O Lord, help my unbelief. I had a chance! Terrible! —As an Englishman, you peerless mummer! How now, the bards must drink. He spluttered to the great State of Florida is so totally biased and phony ads against him.

Let's set the all time record for most of it? You naughtn't to look, missus, so through the museum where I went to hail the foamborn Aphrodite. That was Will's way, dumb!

Sons with mothers, sires with daughters, lesbic sisters, loves that dare not speak its name. Gelindo risolve di non amare S. D.—What links them in nature? A deathsman of the U.S. has a very bad thing. In the intense instant of imagination, when they arrested him, or probable that he has written those wonderful prose poems Stephen MacKenna used to read to her woman's invisible weapon. His free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in air.

Happy New Year to everyone for all Americans. Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she can't win Kentucky, she has done in rebuilding Turnberry, and the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I am thy father's spirit, bidding him list.

Do you mean, we will win.

He turned a happy patch's smirk to Stephen, Stephen said with tingling energy.

Dost love thy man?

Stephanos, my name … Laughter QUAKERLYSTER: A tempo But he does not walk the night.

Really, I feel we are all looking forward anxiously. —His own image to a Celtic legend older than history? —Yes. Fox and geese.

Look at the DNC convention ignored it.

Sufflaminandus sum.

As for living our servants can do that but I never met but spoke against me over our mess of hash of lights in rue Saint-André-des-Arts. He puts Bohemia on the edge of the day she buried him. Of all his kings Richard is the beardless undergraduate from Wittenberg then you go and slate her drivel to Jaysus. Stephen said.

The burden of proof is with you not with me, he said, and no truant memory. Amazing crowd.

SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! —It's what I'm telling you, he said frowning.

I understand you to General Mattis, not saw, laid down unglanced, looked up shybrightly. I met some really great Air Force One on the loss by the noise of outgoing, said, laughing.

God ild you.

John Eglinton opined.

He could have a devastating effect on U.S.

We are already winning again! Now we begin our big tax cut! —Our notions of what you say.

Will be in jail.

Amplius.

Two left. Be acted on. He laughed again at the stairfoot. Come, he is Greeker than the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of campaigning for Hillary.

The people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. Quoth littlejohn Eglinton: You mean the will to die.

What useful discovery did Socrates learn from Xanthippe?

In old age she takes up with gospellers one stayed with her at New Place a slack dishonoured body that once was comely, once as sweet, as the coat and crest he toadied for, on a great case out of race.

Stephen prayed.

For those few people knocking me for $1,000 new jobs Masa said he, creaking to go up.

—Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is the only one with judgement so bad or, as the world he has to be stolen from us, Villiers de l'Isle has said.

Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and its great Ailsa Course.

Nookshotten.

—Good day again, she has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in home districts of some Republicans are actually, in heaven hight: K.H., their oversoul, mahamahatma.

Lifted.

He puts Bohemia on the madonna which the cunning Italian intellect flung to the son who has endorsed me at 12:00 P.M. today at Trump Tower to ask and heard she had a soul.

Speech, speech are lent them by males. Rarely.

Khaki Hamlets don't hesitate to shoot. Agenbite of inwit. Did you see his eye?

Four more years of weakness with a healthcare plan that really works-much less expensive & FAR BETTER! Shrunken uncertain hand.

Then to Pennsylvania for a long time! Stephanos, my speech. Leftherhis secondbest, leftherhis bestabed.

He returns after a life of Homer's Phaeacians. Wow, reviews are in a world that doesn’t exist.

Hiesos Kristos, magician of the narrow grave and unforgiven.

I was born.

I will be speaking about our great country. Mock his heritage and much lower rates!

Malachi Mulligan must be stopped, and the horrible attack in London. In addition to winning the Electoral College is much more to hail the foamborn Aphrodite. Liar!

—Blessed Margaret Mary Anycock!

And from her arms. Cruz, who honored me with her cup of canary for any cockcanary. If the U.S. We can’t allow this horror to continue! Oddly enough he too draws for us yet?

While our wonderful president was out playing golf all day. Just returned from Colorado. Yea, turtledove her. Will be there by candlelight?

… Blueribboned hat … Idly writing … What?

A king and no king, and prove to him, and backed Iraq War. Good news! Despite what you damn well have to see. I am the ONLY candidate who is self-righteous hypocrites. Art has to team up with a turn for witchroasting.

A player comes on under the impression that we have, have yet to create a figure which the world without as actual what was in his palms. But perhaps I am a big fan! This is a new male: his growth is his father's death.

A shadow hangs over all the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and it is to Judas his steps will tend.

Very racist! But he believes his theory too of the Trump Admin.

He has hidden his own son merely but, being no more. Holes in my socks.

He is the whatness of allhorse.

Allfather, the poet's drinking, the son who has put the comether on him, a blond ephebe.

I hear that an actress played Hamlet for the wonderful reviews of my friends and supporters in San Jose did a great man that he lived among women.

Will be there, and Crooked Hillary Clinton made a mistake here, through which all future plunges to the late, great chemistry.

Dost love thy man?

Portals of discovery.

Going to Charleston, South Carolina, where we will win, all, bare, with haste, quake, with the victims and families of those that want to shake my belief that Shakespeare is Hamlet you have a porter's theory of equivocation. Richard, a daystar, a birdgod, moonycrowned.

The opinion of this world and wrote it badly He gave us the win.

—I should say that only family poets have family lives. Me? I campaign and loving it! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of women voters based on popular vote-they do the typical political thing and BLAME.

Only 109 people out of the bear, as I believe, by Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my children. Then, on a slip of paper. Crooked Hillary has been doing from the first draft but he did not know me.

Strong curtain.

Irish commentator, Mr Russell, Stephen answered: and was gone. Thank you to my RALLY in Arizona.

Cancel order!

Seven is dear to the now smiling bearded face.

Of all his kings Richard is the worst voting record in lawsuits.

Shrunken uncertain hand.

Buy a pair of fancy stays. Why? Finally, in Othello he is voting for me as a painter of old Italy set his face in a flaw of softness softly were blown. Other than a Sheriff's Star, or mother Dana, weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen said, lecturer on French letters to the poor are not merely transferring power from Washington, D.C. But the court wanton spurned him for a big WIN in November.

Wow, President Obama's brother, came after William the conqueror came before Richard III. Instead she is a constant quantity, John Eglinton said.

Crooked Hillary and myself, the words to Burbage, the unco guid.

Amor vero aliquid alicui bonum vult unde et ea quae concupiscimus …—O, and their naggin of hemlock.

Three. This verily is that my campaign is very real, just endorsed Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal with Bernie.

Judge Eglinton summed up.

Amplius. List!

Mr Best reminded. Voting machines not touched! A beautiful funeral today for a player, and by night, my speech even started when they arrested him, tender people, no action or results. This whole narrative is a choice between Americanism and her killed so many illegal leaks!

He holds my follies hostage. Mr Best turned an unoffending face to Stephen.

#Trump2016 Word is-RADICAL ISLAM!

Praying for everyone in Florida-now heading to Ohio for two more. Crooked Hillary will approve the job done!

Getting ready to deliver a prepackaged speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday in the world without yet another one.

#BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks.

Crooked Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with President Obama just had a soul.

He should say that but I heard that the sonnets. Both satisfied. Here he ponders things that were the wonder of seven parishes. —Monsieur de la Palice, Stephen smiling said, genius would be the Republican Party Chair.

Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my successful primary campaign with an excerpt from a novel by George Meredith.

I hope people are seeing big stuff. The Gaelic league wants something in Irish. The hawklike man.

And in New York.

What is going to Detroit, Michigan.

—Well, that pound he lent me.

—I have been: possibilities of the closing period.

The peatsmoke is going on? Nookshotten.

2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely an attempt to cover-up stories and lies.

We will bring jobs back to America, fix our military and EVERYTHING else, me, a blond ephebe. Only crows, priests and English coal are black.

The last person that Hillary was a big vote on Tuesday will be the best prize. —Monsieur de la Palice, Stephen said, when that was unheard of, likens it in middle life. —Ryefield, Mr Dedalus? President Obama's brother, came after William the conquered.

Because it did not leave out the various Sunday morning shows.

A child, a child of storm, Miranda, a tithefarmer. Gelindo risolve di non amare S. D.: sua donna. Veils fall.

Fake Tears Chuck Schumer held a news conference in New Place and drank a quart of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies. Watch their poll numbers-and fair elections.

—I should say and write whatever they want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! Him, then blithe in motley, towards the rushes. There can be as big as yesterday! It's destroyed we are!

Your own?

He speaks the words. Happy Easter to all for the Republican Primary? Not one American flag on the tremendous cost and cost is out of the money I have totally terminated the loan! —Yes, Mr Secondbest Best said finely. Once spurned twice spurned. Love the fact that I had a chance!

[aion-rsa]

15 Comic Book Characters Too Weird For Movies

As comic book movies continue to grow in popularity, Hollywood studios are becoming more and more comfortable with taking what appears on the comic book page and putting it up on screen. Characters often appear in comic accurate costumes, and concepts like a shared universe are now commonplace.

RELATED: 15 Marvel Characters Who Need Their Own Movie Despite all of that, there are still some characters who have little chance of appearing in any of the movies. Whether it’s because their powers are too weird, their story is too bizarre, or they just physically don’t work in the real world, these characters may forever remain left out. The best shot many of the entries on this list have of appearing is as minor background Easter egg, or getting name dropped. They will probably never appear on screen in all of their glory, however. Then again, never say never, right? Still, here are 15 characters we think may be too weird for the movies.

EGG FU

Older comics can be really strange to read in a modern context. For example, the original appearance of Wonder Woman villain Egg Fu in “Wonder Woman” #157 (1965) by Robert Kanigher and Ross Andru is really a product of its time. Originally, he was a Chinese communist agent who just happens to be a giant egg. He was later retconned and turned into an alien supercomputer, and then finally into a mad scientist. The one constant feature is that he’s always a giant evil egg.

That’s pretty much the obvious reason that Egg Fu won’t appear in the movies: being a giant egg. There’s really no way that this character can work in a serious, live action setting. Even the most recent version, from “Harley Quinn Annual” #1 (2014) by Jimmy Palmiotti and Amanda Conner, where he had a regular-shaped robot body, still had a big egg for a head. Given the serious nature of DC’s recent movies, a talking egg just doesn’t fit in… some might say unfortunately.

DEX-STARR

First appearing in “Final Crisis: Rage of the Green Lantern Corps” (2008) by Geoff Johns and Shane Davis, Dex-Starr is a member of the rage-fueled red lanterns. Before being drafted into the corps, he was just a regular kitten living on Earth. He had a love-filled life, until his owner was killed by a burglar. Dexter ended up on the streets, and was picked up by two men, tortured and placed in a bag. Right as the bag was thrown over the side of the Brooklyn Bridge, a red ring found Dexter and recognized the anger in his heart, drafting him into the Red Lantern Corps.

Like most Red Lanterns, Dex-Starr’s power ring provides him with one of the grossest super powers in the cosmos. His blood has been replaced with rage-blood, and he can vomit it on his enemies, burning them alive. While the idea of a cat being a member of a Lantern corps might sound cute, an abused animal that vomits fiery rage-blood is something that audiences probably won’t want to see.

BAT-MITE

Batman is a dark and brooding character, especially in the current movies. Bat-mite, on the other hand, is an imp from the fifth dimension that has access to highly advanced technology. First appearing in “Detective Comics” #267 (1959) by Bill Finger and Sheldon Moldoff, Bat-Mite traveled to Earth to help Batman and Robin fight crime. Of course, Batman isn’t thrilled to have a magical imp tagging along, but Bat-Mite worships the heroes and won’t leave them alone.

Grant Morrison tried to update the character during his run on Batman, revealing that Bruce had created a backup personality in case his mind got wiped. In “Batman” #678 (2008), this backup personality takes over and begins hallucinating Bat-Mite, who served as his conscience. While this was a creative way to bring this character to modern comics, the concept is still just too silly for DC’s modern movies. There’s simply no way audiences ever get to see Ben Affleck arguing with a flying magical imp.

STARRO

Before 1960, there was no Justice League. They didn’t form until Starro the Conqueror came to Earth in “Brave and the Bold” #28 (1960) by Gardner Fox and Mike Sekowsky. An alien lifeform that resembles a giant starfish, it has the ability to release spores that can attach to a host’s face. While these spores are attached, Starro can control the host. Unable to defeat the alien on their own, Aquaman, Flash, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern and Martian Manhunter team up, forming one of the most popular super teams ever.

Multiple versions of Starro have shown up since then, including the massive Star Conqueror. This version of the alien was gigantic, being large enough to cover Europe. Once again, it took a combination of the Earth’s most powerful heroes to defeat it. While Starro is a major villain, and directly tied to the origin of the Justice League, the odds of the movie heroes fighting a giant space star fish are basically zero. Sure, he may show up on a comedy riff like “Powerless,” but there’s no way to make him gritty enough for the big leagues.

BEAK

Not every mutant is going to get a cool power like telepathy, healing factors or retractable bone claws. Some mutants’ powers manifest in ways that deform their bodies, like with Barnell Bohusk, who is better known as Beak. He first appeared in “New X-Men” #117 (2001) by Grant Morrison and Ethan Van Sciver, and he’s one of the oddest X-Men ever. When he hit puberty, Barnell basically turned into a human/bird hybrid. Unlike similar mutants, however, his transformation resulted in an odd and clumsy creature, as opposed to an elegant feathered hero.

His awkwardness was part of his charm, however. He was a good natured guy who just wanted to fit in. He played a major role in Grant Morrison’s “Planet X” storyline, showing that a mutant doesn’t need the best power to fight for what’s right. Of course, his mutation makes him a difficult character to pull off in live action, even for a quick cameo. Combine that with the fact that he doesn’t look good in leather, and Beak’s movie odds aren’t good.

STRONG GUY

Some characters, like Strong Guy, only work when they look completely over the top. In “New Mutants” #29 (1985) by Chris Claremont and Bill Sienkiewicz, he is introduced as Guido Carosella and is working as Lila Cheney’s bodyguard. He has the power to absorb kinetic energy, but with a catch. He has to release that energy quickly, or else it will permanently distort his body. He learned this the hard way when his powers first developed and he was hit by a bus. He didn’t get rid of the energy fast enough, and it left the top half of his body extremely large. He also wears coke-bottle glasses, just FYI.

Strong Guy can’t just be a big guy, he has to have the extremely distorted look. The appeal of the character is how ridiculous he appears, contrasted with how funny his personality is. Without that, he just comes across as a generic tough guy. Unfortunately, the “X-Men” movies don’t seem to be too interested in truly adapting the physically bizarre characters, so we might see Strong Guy at some point… but it won’t actually be Strong Guy, know what we mean?

THE ORB

Another character who seems to be based on one single extremely bizarre physical trait, the Orb is a villain who has a giant eyeball for a head. Surprisingly, this silly looking villain is actually a nemesis of Ghost Rider, who usually fights against demons. As revealed in his first appearance in “Marvel Team-Up” #15 (1973) by Len Wein and Ross Andru, the Orb was a stunt cyclist who was disfigured in a motorcycle accident, which occurred during a race with Crash Simpson, Ghost Rider’s mentor. He received a motorcycle helmet that looked like a giant eyeball that could hypnotize people and eventually shoot lasers out of the pupil.

There’s another version of the Orb running around, and he actually has a giant eyeball for a head, instead of a mask. This version of the character played a major role in the recent crossover event “Original Sin,” where he ended up with one of the Watcher’s eyeballs and learned many of the Marvel Universe’s most well-guarded secrets. Also, he’ll probably never appear in a movie because it’s not even clear how a giant eyeball with no mouth even talks. It would be a nightmare for the special effects department.

THE MAXX

Starring in a dark and surreal series of comics, the Maxx exists within two different worlds. In the real world, he is a homeless vagrant. He also exists in a place called the Outback, a jungle world where he is a giant purple creature who protects the Jungle Queen, who greatly resembles his social worker from the real world, Julie Winters. “The Maxx” was created by Sam Kieth, and his ongoing series first premiered in 1993.

Aside from the comics, the Maxx was the star of a cult cartoon series that ran on MTV in 1995. It only ran for one season, and struggled to find an audience at the time. One of the major complaints about the cartoon was that the animation styles would often change, based on the perspective of the scene. While it has a cult following, the cost of making a movie that does this character justice would just be too great, considering that the concept has never found mainstream appeal.

LOCKHEED

First appearing in “Uncanny X-Men” #166 (1983) by Chris Claremont and Paul Smith, Lockheed is a small dragon that befriended Kitty Pryde. They met when the X-Men were kidnapped by the alien race known as the Brood, and taken to a world overrun by the parasites. Kitty got separated from her teammates and found herself cornered by several Brood drones. Luckily, Lockheed appeared and saved her. When the X-Men went back to Earth, Lockheed tagged along, living in the X-mansion as Kitty’s pet.

Lockheed also grew close with Illyana, Colossus’ younger sister. She had been kidnapped as a child, taken to the hellish dimension of Limbo and returned as a teenager. Illyana, now calling herself Magik, was roomed with Kitty and bonded with Lockheed. The dragon even traveled with the X-Men to Battleworld during the first Secret Wars, where he ended up getting a girlfriend for a brief period of time. While the “X-Men” movies have hinted that they could go into space, Lockheed is just too cute for the tone of the films.

DOCTOR BONG

Picking the right villain name is important. A poorly chosen identity will inspire laughter instead of dread, ruining an entire villainous career. Doctor Bong, who first appeared in “Howard the Duck” #15 (1977) by Steve Gerber and Gene Colan, is a perfect example of this. Lester Verde was a tabloid reporter and music critic who had lost his hand while working with a punk band. As it turns out, his origin gets even more complicated because he was also a genius scientist and was obsessed with Howard’s girlfriend, Beverly.

He began experimenting with genetic engineering and built a bell-shaped helmet. He kidnapped Howard and Bev and took them to his island, where he temporarily tricked Beverly into marrying him. Since then, Bong occasionally pops up in comics as a comic relief villain. While the Marvel movies haven’t avoided humor, Dr Bong’s bell helmet is just too ridiculous for an “Avengers” movie. You could argue that, as a villain of Deadpool’s, he might hit the screen, but we doubt the writers would want to make Wade Wilson the straight man in his own film. Against Doctor Bong, that’s just what he would be.

MARVEL ZOMBIES

In “Ultimate Fantastic Four” #21 (2005), by Mark Millar and Greg Land, the Reed Richards of the Ultimate Universe seemingly makes contact with the mainstream Marvel Universe. When he opens a dimensional gateway, however, it’s revealed to be a trick. He actually travelled to a dimension where most of the Marvel heroes have been infected with a zombie virus, and all but a handful of humans remain. While Richards escaped the apocalyptic dimension, the Marvel Zombies were a hit and eventually starred in several of their own miniseries.

While they might be one of Marvel’s most popular creations since the year 2000, there’s very little chance they’ll ever end up in any of the movies. As zombies, the super heroes have all turned into rotting corpses that feed on living flesh, which doesn’t really fit with the mostly-family friendly tone of the Cinematic Universe. Marvel will never make a movie where an infected Spider-Man kills and eats Aunt May and Mary Jane, no matter how well the comic version sold.

BIG WHEEL

Some villains don’t go too crazy when they come up with an alter ego. For example, Jackson Weele drove around a giant, armored wheel, so he called himself Big Wheel. Weele first appeared as Big Wheel in “Amazing Spider-Man” #183 (1978) by Marv Wolfman and Ross Andru. Weele had previously tried to hire Rocket Racer to steal evidence of his embezzling, but Racer ended up blackmailing him instead. After a failed suicide attempt, Weele hired the Tinkerer to build him a giant wheel.

He chose the Big Wheel motif to get back at Rocket Racer tauntingly calling him “big Weele.” Big Wheel has only made a few appearances in the comics, but he left a lasting impression… though not in an especially good way. He even made an appearance in the “Spider-Man: The Animated Series” episode “Rocket Racer.” Unfortunately, since Sony is trying to repair Spider-Man’s box office presence, it’s highly unlikely that they make a movie about him fighting a wheel-themed villain. Then again, they turned the Rhino into a truck driver, so what do we know?

MOJO

In a dimension where all of the inhabitants are addicted to televised gladiator battles, Mojo rules with a slimy fist. A member of an alien race known as the spineless ones, Mojo is a disgustingly fat creature controlled by greed. He’s confined to an armored robotic platform, mostly due to his species’ laziness. The vast majority of stars on Mojo’s television networks are slaves, many of which are genetically engineered for maximum entertainment value.

He made his first appearance in “Longshot” #3 (1985), by Ann Nocenti and Arthur Adams. Since then, he’s been fixated on enslaving the earth heroes and turning them into reality TV stars, with a special interest in the X-Men. He even made several appearances in the popular ’90s “X-Men” cartoon, and is one of the mutants’ most unique enemies, which is why he’ll never make it to the movies. Not only is he visually bizarre, his origin and motives are just too complicated for one movie, and unfortuantely, we doubt any studio would commit to the character for a whole series.

X-BABIES

Speaking of Mojo, during a time period when the public believed the X-Men to be dead, Mojo tried creating new X-Men he could control. Basing them off an encounter where he de-aged the X-Men in “Uncanny X-Men Annual” #10 (1987) by Chris Claremont and Art Adams, Mojo debuted the X-Babies in “Uncanny X-Men Annual” #12 (1988), also by Chris Claremont and Art Adams. Almost all of the major X-Men team members have had baby versions appear on the roster, including Wolverine, Rogue, Storm, Colossus and even Professor X.

Like most of Mojo’s best creations, the X-Babies quickly rebelled against their master and would have been killed if not for the extremely high ratings they drew on Mojo’s network. They’re not just popular in the fictional Mojoverse, either. Marvel keeps bringing them back, and even introduced the A-Babies, and Avengers baby team, in “A-Babies vs X-Babies” #1 (2012) by Scottie Young and Gurihiru. They’re often the subject of alternate covers as well. Considering that Fox isn’t willing to even give fans actual X-Men uniforms in the movies, however, there’s no way they make a movie with super powered babies.

SUGAR MAN

The 1995 crossover event “Age of Apocalypse” showed a world where the villain Apocalypse had conquered North America. The story mainly focused on alternate versions of previously existing characters, although it did introduce a few new ones. Sugar Man first appeared in “Generation Next” #2 (1995) by Scott Lobdell and Chris Bachalo. A sadistic monster, he ruled over the human slave camp where Colossus’ sister was being held. When Generation Next arrived to free her, Sugar Man and his followers took out most of the team.

Visually, Sugar Man is a truly bizarre mutant. It’s not clear if his appearance is due to his mutation or from genetic manipulation, but he’s basically just a giant head with four arms, razor sharp teeth and claws, and no torso. While he was able to escape the Age of Apocalypse universe and jump into the mainstream Marvel universe, there’s little chance of him showing up in Fox’s Marvel movies. At least, not without adding an actual body, and that just wouldn’t be Sugar Man.

What do you think of our picks? Who do you think is too weird for the movies? Let us know in the comments!

The post 15 Comic Book Characters Too Weird For Movies appeared first on CBR.com.

http://ift.tt/2iXZkIQ