#This really kills my inner 'I want to be nicer to men and not hate on them so much.' thing that I try.

[queenoftsage]

Knowing that shit like that is happening even more and more and more since the previous years in South Korea, makes me even more and more weary or anxious even fearful of seeing even their celebrities.

I try my hardest to give benefits of doubts, but... When almost 50% of the male population in SK, especially the younger ones, the tiny middle schoolers, literal children, are committing such heinous crimes just because they claim not to know any better, and because they can.

It makes me anxious to not know my faves at all. [personally I mean. And even if I did, I probably would never know them or the bad side of them. Not like people go around showing their dark side, unless they're in the government positions and are Elon Musket Piece of Shit.]

They're just faves, but... What will happen the day I find out that they're also perpetrators and psychos?

It's disappointing.... The world....

I'm tired of it.

But here is the happening that shook me quite a bit. And yeah it's coming from South Korea: [not that I wasn't, but this just made me lose even more hope. TW: Sexual Assault TW: Sexual Harrassment TW: Abuse TW: Sex Crimes TW: all the fucked up things.]

[eugenesmorphine]

Hello there! Can I request a Dick Winters imagine where the reader knows Dick likes her *because of the comments* and she likes him back but she is tired of waiting for him to come to her and say he has feeling for her so she decides to make the first move.

Soulmates // Richard Winters Imagine

An: okay! So I am so so sorry I haven't been active. And I feel bad because I never really said anything. But many things have been happening in my life that caused me to lose motivation. But I am back! And I will begin to write all the requests made and work on my Generation Kill fic!

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @floydtab @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @punkgeekchic @joesliebgott @adamantiumdragonfly

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The officers sat within a run down building. Lieutenant L/N sat twiddling her fingers. She was bored. Extremely bored. There was nothing to do. Not even any paperwork! Which the female was willing to do at this moment. Anything would be better than just sitting in a chair for hours waiting for some type of order from the higher ups. 

   Y/N was a young, female Army officer. Full of life and humor. Compared to the other officers, she was like the life of the party. Very similar to George Luz. Though, her humor and liveliness has gotten her into trouble before for different reasons, she never let it affect her. 

  When a familiar officer, and close friend walked in, she smiled. Knowing that she wasn't about to be as bored as she just was. "Speirs!" she shouted as jumped up. A smile on her face as she walked on over. The Captain jumped slightly at the loud calling of his name. Looking over at the smaller female officer that was walking up to him. 

  "What's up, short stack?" he asked. His voice in the usual grumpy yet calming way. Y/N ran a hand over her face and groaned softly.

  "I'm bored. Any orders yet or any words from Winters if we are moving out yet?" she asked desperately.  Ronald just shook her head and walked past her. The two had a sibling kind of bond. Strangely enough. He was nicer to Y/N and watched out for her, knowing how most of the men treated women in general. Though, they stayed professional.

  The female Paratrooper groaned loudly. "I hate just sitting around when there literally is an entire war to fight," she groaned as she sat back down on her small chair. Speirs chuckled softly as she turned to look back at her. Shooting up an eyebrow.

  "Why don't you talk to your future husband about it?" He teased. Y/N's head shot up and her cheeks became dusted with pink. Knowing exactly who he was talking about. Y/N just turned her head away.

  "You know we aren't like that, Speirs," she said softly. Deep down, the female trooper knew how the higher ranked officer felt about her. There was no denying. Though he was known not to have the most out going sense of humor and was very professional most of the time. But, the lasting eye contact during meetings, the subtle flirting whilst the two were alone. And even that one secretive steamy night alone in one of the houses back in England that still made Y/N's face turn red just thinking about. That was a night that would always replay in the back of her mind. Though the two didn't speak to one another often. The tension and internal emotions were just seeping from the two of them. And everyone knew it. Like everyone. Just no one said anything.

   Ronald scoffed slightly. "Why don't you just make the first move. And i don't mean some subtle flirting or whatever that night was back in England a few months ago-" Y/N cut her fellow officer with a punch in the arm. "Well, what I'm trying to say. Is that even though I might seem mean and intimidating, but listen to my words of wisdom. If you don't figure out what you and Dick are, or what you guys are going to ever be before this war is over. And if you two go home your separate ways, you could lose everything and anything. Do you really want to do that to yourself?" he asked. Almost leaving Y/N in a small state of shock.

   His small speech really got her thinking. He was right. She was tired of the no real moves in the making. She couldn't really find an answer to Ronald's question. She just stood there for a moment, averting his gaze because she knew he was right. Ron just patted her shoulder lightly and put his helmet on his head, turning on the heels of his boots and walking out of the building. Leaving Y/N just standing in the room alone, staring down at her boots. Beginning to chew on the inner lining of her bottom lip. Maybe she would finally make the big decision. Or maybe she wasn't. All Y/N knew is that she was going to be thinking a lot the next few hours.

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  Night had fallen on the makeshift base. Y/N was still sitting outside, staring up at the sky. She would've never thought that a guy like Richard Winters would have her so strung up on even figuring out how to talk to him. 

   Letting out a heavy sigh as she rested her elbows on her knees. Emotions were hard. Whether she was in high school or now in the Army as a Lieutenant. Y/N pushed herself up so she was standing, brushing the little dirt that laid on her off by wiping them on her trousers. She sighed once more as she came to the conclusion of what she wanted to do. Pulling a pack of cigarettes and placing one between her lips and lighting it. Taking a long and hard drag and letting the smoke flow around her lungs before exhaling into the cold air.

  Y/N turned on her heels and began walking to where Richard would be. Her boots softly pounding on the gravel roads as the female made her way to the desolate but slightly bigger building. As the trooper walked, she took in the soothing silence of the night. It was rare. Not even a single mortar round being fired in the distance. It was nice. She took it in while she still could. Who knew was the next time to get even just a few minutes of peace and quiet.

  When the female soldier made it to the front door of the building. She paused for a moment before forcing herself to grab the door's handle and open it, pushing it ope slowly. Trying to not to awaken anyone that was asleep. Closing the door behind her just as cautiously. Turning around to slowly make her way upstairs, walking up to the door that was dimly lit from the light behind it. 

  'Should I be doing this?' Y/N thought to herself as she looked down at her boots for a second. 'Is it going to be worth it?' She sighed as her head got lifted and made her mind up right then and there. Raising her hand to knock on the door. Three knocks. Lowering her hand back down against her side. 

  "State your name and business," a familiar voice came from within. Taking a deep breath before opening her mouth to respond. 

  "Lieutenant L/N. Hear to speak with you, sir," Y/N responded. Beginning to fidget with her fingers and finger nails. The sound of a chair being pushed back and footsteps quickly approaching the door. Staring at the wooden door and when it opened, her face was met with her superior officer's chest. Looking up at him and meeting his eyes. Richard had a small smile on his lips and small dusting of red on his cheeks.

  "Hello, Y/N. What brings you to speak to me about?" he asked. Moving out of the way to let the woman into his office. She smiled and gave a small nod to the taller man as she walked in. Trying her best to control her heart as it felt like was going to leap out of her chest at any moment. Walking into the small office that was illuminated by just a small lamp, but it did the job.

  Y/N leaned against the ginger's wooden desk and looked at him. Watching as he shut the door and turned to look at the woman. A small smile still rested on his lips. Y/N didn't know whether to smile or not. She just wanted to get straight to the point.

  "Richard, what are we?" she asked. Catching the superior officer by surprise.  His eyes widening slightly and he puffed out his cheeks. Of course he knew what she was talking about, but he didn't exactly know how to come about it.

  "Wh-what do you mean, Lieutenant?" he asked, his voice now in a slightly higher pitch as he rubbed the back of his neck. The female trooper's back straightened and she pinched the bridge of her nose.

   "Dick, don't play stupid. You are a smart man and we both know that," she huffed. Crossing her arms and looking back down at her boots. Richard decided in his mind that it was probably best to cut the shit and stop acting like a child and the man he is. I mean come on. This man leads men into war each day and is incredibly smart, but can't deal with his emotions when it comes to liking a girl. While thinking, Richard realized that he was quiet for a little too long. 

  "You're just going to pretend that what happened between us, the.. the flirting. The way we look at each other. And that night back in England," Y/N paused for a second, her voice quiet when it came to the last sentence. "You're really going to pretend that it never actually happened?" though her voice might've been quieter than before, the hurt was still clear within the words. Making Dick mentally cringe at how foolish he had been acting. Pressing his lips together he walked up to her. The awkward tension in the air was as thick as dead Kraut's blood. 

  "I'm sorry.." he said. He realized he was wrong. He always had. But he just couldn't help it. In the beginning of all of this with the war, back in Toccoa, sneaking around wasn't all that bad. But progressively, as the war went on. And the more death Dick had seen, the worse it got. The redhead had gotten so caught up in the fact of losing the one he loved most, he stopped paying attention to the fact that she wasn't dead. And was still alive with him. "I was acting like a child.. I-I care about you dearly, Y/N. Though, I was scared if I cared too much and with all this love going on, I would end up getting you killed," Richard finally admitted.  Sighing as he looked anywhere but the woman leaning against his desk.

   Y/N heard the word 'love' in his words and her face softened. Walking up to him and grabbing his face gently. Turning his face to have him look at her fully. A soft smile coming to her lips. "You would never get me killed, and you know that. We have spent too long denying the fact that we are meant for each other," she said softly. "I am willing to risk anything for you, Richard. Even my life," Y/N whispered to him. Causing Winters to smile. All of his past worries slipping away as she smiled up at him. His entire world standing in front of her.

  "Can I tell you something?" Richard asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. His right hand going up to cup her cheek. 

   "As long as I can ask something of you, Dick," Y/N responded. Beaming up at him. Her eyes so full of life. Like she was a teenager all over again.  Richard nodded in response of her request.

  "I swear when our lips touch, I can taste the next sixty years of my life," he whispered. His lips only centimetres from hers. Richard's smile still present. As was Y/N's. Just before pressing her lips against his, her arms draped over her lover's shoulders and whispered:

   "Don't forget the day we met. It changed history at least for me."

  To which Richard merely responded:

"I would never dream of it, Y/N."

[dabistits]

226 thoughts

i was only marginally correct about aug 7 meaning something. there is a theme of separation, but the gulf is between himiko and the rest of society

as frightening as some of her behavior might be, there are parts of the chapter that come off as incredibly lonely. from a very very young age, she faced fear and rejection from her parents as seemingly the only response they’ve ever given her; there’s also an emphasis on the trust izuku shows ochako, which is something she’d never get without her mask. intentional? idk. but damn her parents are harsh.

“acting like a schoolgirl made the world act just a tad nicer to me.” :(

i’m inclined to say that although she denied kizuki’s thoughts about her past, they are meant to be taken as true. in the same way that himiko reads people for her quirk, kizuki reads people for her job as a journalist. it’s important that we don’t get a true flashback about how himiko thought and felt while growing up; although we see certain experiences, we are deprived of her perspective, making kizuki our only guide to himiko’s (possible) feelings

himiko, however, rejects kizuki’s narrative of being unfortunate and the prospect of becoming a tragedy; she intends to live, and live according to her definition of normal

the tilted narration boxes: “just like you all kiss the people you love, i suck the blood of people i love.” symbolizing that her feelings are untruthful, misguided, or just twisted?

himiko wears her hair up when she’s her ‘true self’ and wears it down when she’s not. when she goes back to blood-drinking, she reverts back to the same hairstyle she had as a child

still no narrative attention paid to her victims, which makes me hope she’ll get a more sympathetic reading by the end

her quirk?? did she always need to see someone’s quirk in use for her to replicate it, or is it as kizuki said, that it was an adaptation out of desperation?? it doesn’t seem like himiko could have omitted that detail from nemoto’s confess. ETA: MS translation makes it clear that it’s a new ability

she thinks of ochako when she winds up in a tight spot, mirroring the way ochako thinks of izuku, down to ‘wanting to be like you.’

a lethal application of zero gravity kdkchgs!!!! i hope ochako gets to use it in solo combat in a similar way (sans killing people, probably)

that said, i really would have liked to see himiko fight with her pre-established skillset, which is already really cool, rather than a newly-introduced function of her quirk...

this development falls into so many tropes... the sociopathic bisexual, for one, and men just being completely clueless about how to write women’s insanity in a way that isn’t “i guess they were just born crazy????”

sometimes horikoshit is so close to a realization and understanding about women’s inner lives lol. “don’t do this,” “don’t act like that,” “always so well-behaved.” womanhood is the suppression of one’s true self and the adoption of a mask to conform to rigid standards of behavior deemed palatable by society, and hori should have gone so much further with it but he hates women. thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[moonvalecrossing]

Now here's something I haven't asked you in a long time: a "Fav and Least Fav" ask related to Pokémon. Favorite and least favorite Gym Leaders of each type they specialize in? Kahunas and Trial Captains will count, but if one ends up as your fav/least fav, I'd suggest separating them and the actual Gym Leader that's your fav/least fav of their type. Also, Bede and Marnie's statuses as Gym Leaders will count too, mostly just so Piers can have some competition with his sis. :P

Alrighty. Time to sit down and tackle this!

Normal Type- Least Favorite: Whitney. WHITNEY. That damn Milktank. I’m sure she’s killed many a Nuzlocke team. And yet still has the gall to cry like a baby when she loses. She also comes across as one of those vapid dumb and pretty trend girls. “Everyone was into pokemon so I got into it too!” I really think skill is the only thing they care about when they hand out the title of Gym Leader sometime because this chick really doesn’t seem to be the type who’d normally get this type of authority.

Normal Type- Most Favorite: Cheren. He is adorable baby husband. Though mostly it’s really cool to see another rival become a gym leader like Green did. I just wish they’d kept his glasses instead of for some reason swapping them to Bianca for some reason.

Fighting Type- Least Favorite: Korrina. Her character art bugs me. Is she seriously supposed to be wearing skates and also doing fighting moves? I can’t even stand on four wheel skates without nearly breaking every bone below my waist. And you’re telling me this girl runs around doing axe kicks on roller blades??? No thank you. Also she hoists a Lucario onto you. I like raising my pokemon from their earliest point and you go and make me have to take one because I’d feel bad if I didn’t since it wants to come with me now.

Fighting Type- Most Favorite: Brawly. Mostly because he’s hot. Slightly because his gym is actually a gym with workout equipment in the remake and I find that amazing and hilarious.

Flying Type- Least Favorite: Skyla. Partially because of her anime counterpart. Mostly because I hate her design. Why are her wrists so thick on those gloves? Why is she wearing boots, a cropped jacket, those weird gloves, and what look closer to boxer style panties than shorts underneath a bunch of bondage-y belts? She looks like a generic anime waifu more than a pokemon character. Like a Mega Man OC. Of one of those weird dating games where the women are just objects in female coded human form Skyla’s a humanized seatbelt.

Flying Type- Most Favorite: Falkner. Because Kahili isn’t a gym leader. Congrats, Falkner. You cute little bugger. Also he’s the only notable male flying type trainer.

Poison Type- Least Favorite: Prepare the flame shields. I don’t like Roxie. Small children as Gym Leaders bug the hell out of me. I see Gym Leaders as characters with high authority in the pokemon world. I hate the idea of kids who look like they’re only a few years out from learning the alphabet and basic mathematics having any kind of power in a region. The only exception I have is Galar because the gym leaders feel less important since they’re merely sports celebrities. ...Also I hate Roxie’s Pebbles Flintstone hair. It makes her look even more like a baby to me.

Poison Type- Most Favorite: Koga. Despite the fact I still think that he and Sabrina had their gyms switched, he’s still my favorite. He even became a member of the Elite 4 and left the gym to his daughter. I find that sweet.

Ground Type- Least Favorite: (Actually Hapu, because of reasons stated above for Roxie, except even more because this kid is a freaking KAHUNA. Why is this little mud farm girl chosen to be the KAHUNA of a whole dang island and one of the most important people in Alola? Surely the Tapus could find someone better, but then again the gods must be crazy.) Clay. Because he looks like a Texan Business Tycoon. And I’m a left-leaning American. That should probably explain things well enough. Because boy howdy do I not wanna open that can of worms. Maybe if I ever get to the point of fighting him in Black Version my opinion will change. But like I said. My real answer is Hapu. Clay just has the misfortune of being next at the bottom of the line.

Ground Type- Most Favorite: Giovanni. Because he is my mafia husbando and I am a garbage human. Have you seen a picture of the man in the “How I became a Pokemon Card” manga? Hot damn. And his newer pokemon cards? HOT DAMN.

Rock Type- Least Favorite: Gordie. This Ronaldo Fryman looking fucknugget with accessory tips from Bling Bling Boy on Johnny Test. He looks like one of those smug basement dweller types who’d call me a FEEEEEMALE if I turned him down for a date. Also his official art does the same thing I hate about Diantha’s. His knee faces more inner-forward but his foot’s pointing outward. Unless that picture’s drawn with him in mid dance spin, dude’s ankle is broken. At least he looks kind of cute when he doesn’t have his hair styled back in that douchey style. I feel like he’d yell about feemales again if I told him I thought his mom was hot. Also he’s not wearing socks with dress shoes and that should be a criminal offense.

Rock Type- Most Favorite: Roxanne is super cute. Even if she’s skirting the line of young people in positions of power she actually looks like a mature person who was ahead of her age level in school. However I will object to the idea of her being a teacher in any shape or form like in the anime. This person hasn’t even struggled through the mental ravages of puberty aint no way she should be allowed to be a teacher.

Bug Type- Least Favorite: Burgh, if only because people use him as a stereotype a lot and I hate that. Toxic masculinity is bs. MEN CAN BE FABULOUS WITHOUT BEING GAY. That said, his pants and shoes are a color crime.

Bug Type- Most Favorite: Guzma is the equivalent of a Bug Type trial captain and you will never convince me otherwise. I- what- you’re really gonna fight me on this? Fine. Bugsy. Bugsy is my precious bug-catching child. Precious baby.

Ghost Type- Least Favorite: Acerola. I’ve already stated why I hate kids in power like this. Plus I just. do not like. characters with the bubbly personality and the cat mouth. I instantly know I’m going to dislike a character the moment I see that damn catmouth. I’m not coming up with a non-trial alternative for this one. I am either neutral to or love the other ghost trainers.

Ghost Type- Most Favorite: Morty. Because 1. He’s hot. 2. He’s got a sweet scarf. 3. Agatha’s not a gym leader. :P Morty has a very nice design. After the remakes came out anyways.

Steel Type- Least Favorite: There’s only like two of these. I don’t hate Jasmine at all but she’s the only other actual gym leader of the Steel Type. So we’re gonna use Molayne anyways. Mostly because his stick-ass gangly legs give me the creeps.

Steel Type- Most Favorite: I’ve never met him but Byron looks like a miner hobo and I dig that. Plus he made Roark and Roark’s hot. (Then why isn’t Roark my favorite rock gym leader? Because not all my favorites can be because of my asexual thirst.)

Fire Type- Least Favorite: Blaine always makes me think of my grandfather and I am not that fond of my grandfather. Even though Blaine seems much much nicer and friendlier a grandpa than my actual grandfather.

Fire Type- Most Favorite: Flannery’s design is adorable and I love it. Doesn’t hurt that it’s also the kind of outfit my more pro-fire trainer would wear.

Water Type- Least Favorite: Marlon. Don’t get me wrong. Marlon’s hot. But he gets to be least favorite for lying about being a tan boy. Seriously look at that tan line around his swim suit that pastey white skin does not do his design favors.

Water Type- Most Favorite: Wallace. This one is pure thirst. Pure. Thirst. Wallace is a babe. I love everything about this fabulous bastard. Especially his hat and scarf in the remake. Especially the remake. Babe.

Grass Type- Least Favorite: Milo. I’m starting to feel like the people who design and did the art for some of these newer characters don’t know how bulkier people’s legs work. Because Milo and Gordie’s legs just look really, really wrong. These characters do not have ankles their calves just end at flat feet. Also milo’s leg is doin that broken ankle thing too. Other images don’t make them look as bad, though. Other than that I hate characters who have no whites to their eyes. It’s freaking creepy and Milo’s baby face doesn’t help. And I can not figure out the design of this guy’s eyebrows either. I know he has them but they don’t look like the anything but exist to blend with his bangs.

Grass Type- Most Favorite: Erika. I like her design a lot. I guess some of the weeb in me still exists deep in there.

Electric Type- Least Favorite: Sophocles. I just don’t like his design. At all. Only other arguments I could give are the kid with with Clemont again. That and his jumpsuit.

Electric Type- Most Favorite: Lt. Surge, Volkner, and Elesa are are great. But Elesa wins because Lt. Surge is a paranoid soldier who makes getting to him a chore and Volkner looks like he takes the same brooding pills they fed to Cloud after Final Fantasy Advent Children turned into into the broodlord. Also ‘urgh need actually challenging opponents’ characters bug me, regardless of how attractive they are.

Psychic Type- Least Favorite: Tate and Liza. But this time the main reason ISN’T because they’re babies. No, no. That’s a big reason, but even being psychics can’t save them. They have a BIG problem. The main reason for these two is that their gym team is garbage. Emerald and Black2/White2 not counting in this because of the remake being their current gym team in my eyes its just a damn solrock and lunatone! I love me Lunatone, don’t get me wrong. But damn, kids. How are you actually gym leaders with a team of pokemon that is barely suitable for the gym trainer in the first gym of the region? The only starter that can’t hit you with a super effective move is the fire starter. Being a double battle only means that I can get rid of your pokemon faster because I get to use TWO pokemon moves on my turn.

Psychic Type- Most Favorite: Olympia. Her design is absolutely beautiful. I want her dress. I want her cape. She is the black and silver space queen and she WILL BE RESPECTED IN THIS HOUSE. Even if whoever did her art doesn’t seem to realize dresses don’t slip into the navel or hug into the crotch hole. Surprised whoever drew it didn’t also add the camel-toe since they think fabric works that way. If I were her I’d strangle someone with one of those magical floaty ring bracelets. Space mom aint having non of your objectification shit.

Ice Type- Least Favorite: Candice. You live in a winter town. Your gym is an ice slide hell. Put on some goddamn pants and a coat. I’m not gonna give you any sympathy when you end up with the worst cold ever.

Ice Type- Most Favorite: Melony. She is adorable and has actual weight to her. And she loves her kids. And holy shit look at her she’s actually dressed for cold weather and ice unlike nearly every other goddamn Ice Gym Leader besides Pryce.

Dragon Type- Least Favorite: Claire is an arrogant b-witch who cant accept defeat and is worst that whitney because at least Whitney gave you your earned badge when she stopped crying like a baby. Claire refused until you did some ‘trial’ and still didn’t think she’d have to give you the badge until granddad dragon master told her to stop being a child. Also she gets more least favorite points because she’s what has prevented me from talking about how much I hate Iris here. That’s right, Claire. I dislike you so much you get MORE hate points because you prevent me from hating another character more than you.

Dragon Type- Most Favorite: Raihan is a babe and the most challenging Gym Leader I’ve ever faced. Bonus points because technically I wouldn’t call him a type-based gym leader but a strategy based leader because he focuses on weather more than dragons. Plus his “Leader Challenges You!” post makes him look a little wild.

Dark Type- Least Favorite: Marnie. Because I wanted to see her brother again so I invited him to the Championship thing and Marnie freaking cockblocked me by beating her brother in the first round. LET ME SEE YOUR BROTHER, MARNIE.

Dark Type- Most Favorite: Piers is my husband and Marnie’s just gonna have to deal with it. :P He’s super cute and his worrying over Marnie in the post game was the cutest damn thing. Plus young Piers in his rare league card is so precious and gives me life. It’s gonna take a lot of work for any other dark type trainer to top Piers.

Fairy Type- Least Favorite: Mina. I hate Mina. Lazy/Unfocused/High artist characters piss me off. Alo Mina should have been a normal type trial captain because of smeargle and the fact that Ilima has pink hair and the same huge buggy-like water eyes Valerie has. Mina even dips her damn hair in paint like Smeargle does with its tail. Mina couldn’t be assed to have an actual trial the first time around. Second time around she just made you go collect something from people you already beat.

Fairy Type- Most Favorite: Bede. If you can’t look this beautiful sparkly eye angel of a child in the eyes and find him amazing once he becomes Opal’s apprentice, you have no soul and should probably get that looked at.

[sagamemes]

love and other disasters (2006) sentence starters.   below the cut, you’ll find a total of 140 lines of dialogue from love and other disasters. as per usual, feel free to alter diction, pronouns and anything else your heart desires. i’ve edited slightly to fit roleplay and randomised the order. warnings for sexual themes, aids mention, marihuana use, cheating.

❝  well, actually i was just having lunch across the street and came to tell you the good news in person.  ❞

❝  why is it that as soon as i fall in love with a man, he abandons me?  ❞

❝  we fuck and then you say you don’t want a relationship.  ❞

❝  so despite your fragile beauty, you’re actually built like an ox.  ❞

❝  what other secret are you keeping from me?  ❞

❝  what’s more important, true love or fashion?  ❞

❝  you’re straight? since when?  ❞

❝  why else would someone like you have a coffee with someone like me?  ❞

❝  you make me sound like an exchange student.  ❞

❝  i can’t believe i drove him out of the country.  ❞

❝  what’s the point of shagging someone ad nauseam if you’re never going to love them?  ❞

❝  it’s okay. i forgive you. so you can stop feeling sorry for me or guilty or whatever.  ❞

❝  i think accidental meets are better... that is not to say accidents can’t be planned.  ❞

❝  i had to give his ego cpr.  ❞

❝  it’s just sex. he fills a void. literally.  ❞

❝  news of my crush just travelled across the atlantic ocean!  ❞

❝  you’d know if you were great.  ❞

❝  i suppose i first noticed when i was around 8. i thought it was just a phase, you know, but eventually, i had to accept the truth. i like women. ❞

❝  it’s a romantic comedy! how do you think it ends?  ❞

❝  i’m like, fuck that. i know i’m talented. i don’t need some ____ degree to tell me.  ❞

❝  have you ever thought this whole ‘true love’ thing might be a conspiracy?  ❞

❝  [full name] may be a giant, but you are a giant in waiting.  ❞

❝  three years and you still treat me like a one-night stand!  ❞

❝  the stages of a relationship can be defined by farting.  ❞

❝  no, actually, i’m very out of shape and that nearly killed me.  ❞

❝  i was so caught up in my head i missed out on getting to know you. and i would like to get to know you. i mean, if you’re willing to give me another chance?  ❞

❝  i've never actually been in a relationship except in my own head.  ❞

❝  so how do i get to know you?  ❞

❝  i don’t know that [name] is the love of my life. but i’ve decided to give him the chance to be.  ❞

❝  are you asking if i’ll still love you?  ❞

❝  there’s nothing more important right now than global poverty. i mean in the warming sense.  ❞

❝  that boy---gay as a goose.  ❞

❝  i think you’re exactly the kind of person they would have wanted me to marry.  ❞

❝  we had a row about his car. i told him i don’t generally get into vehicles that cost less than my handbag, he accused me of being a spoiled bitch.  ❞

❝  if you’re going to get any more in touch with your inner child, you’re going to need an inner nanny.  ❞

❝  was i right or was i right?  ❞

❝  he went to [public/private/boarding] school. he probably enjoys being spanked.  ❞

❝  where did you learn to speak [language] like that?  ❞

❝  what’s more important, anything or fashion?  ❞

❝  you /are/ a desperate fantasist.  ❞

❝  do you want to go to bed? you know, have sex.  ❞

❝  it would’ve meant breaking your rule to only to have sex with people you don’t really love and to only love people you don’t have sex with.  ❞

❝  i had no idea that under that shy, sweet exterior was such steely confidence!  ❞

❝  i’m afraid you’re drunk.  ❞

❝  truth is way too complicated. and unsatisfying. and hard to believe.  ❞

❝  i’m going to this black tie thing for my roommate.  ❞

❝  that’s not love, [name], that’s the flu.  ❞

❝  we work in fashion. everyone is an overpampered monster.  ❞

❝  [name] is going through a nasty divorce. she needs positive affirmation.  ❞

❝  i’m sorry, but [full name] stands for everything i absolutely despise.  ❞

❝  i think people shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds them.  ❞

❝  how very ‘all about eve’.  ❞

❝  i’m just nervous. he’s meant to have a ferocious temper.  ❞

❝  i’m probably gonna get fired tomorrow, but it was worth it just to see [name] in action.  ❞

❝  he came over and we shagged. then i asked how he felt about monogamy.  ❞

❝  and this is the person you think you could be in love with? someone you’ve never even spoken to? someone you’ve never even met?  ❞

❝  the only thing that’s changed is what might happen between you two.  ❞

❝  i mean, i had a bad age five. i had a terrible age five, actually.  ❞

❝  maybe love isn't something that happens to you. maybe it's something you have to choose.  ❞

❝  you could’ve worn something nicer.  ❞

❝  you want a brownie? i made them myself.  ❞

❝  i’m not miserable, and i believe in true love.  ❞

❝  well, you know what they say, ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’.  ❞

❝  [name], pick out the sexiest outfit and go home immediately!  ❞

❝  i think my parents would have really liked you.  ❞

❝  i can’t believe you’re cooking dinner for some guy you met yesterday.  ❞

❝  an affair? you’ve only been going out for two weeks!  ❞

❝  nothing like a happy set.  ❞

❝  well, i better be off. my flight’s at 9 and i’ve still got to pack.  ❞

❝  my memoirs, darling. i’ve decided to publish.  ❞

❝  i’m sure you’re far prettier than [name]’s wife.  ❞

❝  everyone’s miserable because they’re looking for this nonexistent ‘thing’, or else they’re miserable because they think they settled for less.  ❞

❝  do you always judge people so quickly?  ❞

❝  you and [name]? you and---you and [name]? oh my god! oh, look, i... i.... i won’t say a word, i promise. cross my heart.  ❞

❝  i’m a superficial assistant at a major fashion magazine. you’ll ruin my reputation.  ❞

❝  stop doing research and would you write your goddamn screenplay!  ❞

❝  when’s the last time you’ve considered falling in love?---i’m not talking about some character in a book or a movie.  ❞

❝  [name] would have loved to come tonight, but thanks to the conspiracy of silence between the catholic church and the tories in the face of aids, he can’t.  ❞

❝  love isn’t always a lightning bolt, you know? maybe sometimes, it’s just a choice.  ❞

❝  there’s quite a bit of hash in them.  ❞

❝  i’m following your advice. i’m breaking my rules.  ❞

❝  i know i should have said something before. but every time i started, it seemed like the wrong time.  ❞

❝  everyone knows you can’t be drunk and tango. so if i can tango, then i’m not drunk.  ❞

❝  would it be alright if i borrowed an outfit just for tonight? i have kind of a date.  ❞

❝  actually, i can’t believe i haven’t tried to fix you up with him years ago. he’s perfect for you!  ❞

❝  can we not talk about my non-existent film career right now?  ❞

❝  well, i suppose i’d never have lived up to your fantasy anyway.  ❞

❝  you’re almost out of shampoo so i had to use soap.  ❞

❝  you broke up with him a month ago!  ❞

❝  i just remembered. i need a pedicure.  ❞

❝  for the last six months, you’ve been saying one thing and doing another.  ❞

❝  there is no need to be nasty to me just because i don’t remember people’s names.  ❞

❝  hello? i’m waiting! [name], when i have to ask for it, it’s too late!  ❞

❝  that’s the problem with life. it’s nothing like the movies.  ❞

❝  apparently, he shags her four times a day and inspires her to write new volumes of poetry! isn’t that great?  ❞

❝  i happen to care about [name]. a lot. and i hate the fact that he feels more than me. and i hate the fact that i'm not in love with him. because i know i should be. because he's smart and sweet and decent and i don't want to hurt him. so i keep hoping that i’ll grow into it.  ❞

❝  you could’ve worn something, full stop.  ❞

❝  we can’t have you all alone in [city] on a friday night!  ❞

❝  so then i had to fuck him.  ❞

❝  he calls me five times per day, begging me to go out with him. apparently, my voice haunts him.  ❞

❝  oh, these are lovely, but [name] hates flowers.  ❞

❝  i promise i won’t make a pass.  ❞

❝  i’m going to enjoy making her feel stupid about this one.  ❞

❝  but you don’t like me in that way.  ❞

❝  oh, so you’re saying i should forget about him for purely geographical reasons?  ❞

❝  why are you reading a cookbook in the nude?  ❞

❝  since when do you say ‘lots of love, big kiss’ to your boss?  ❞

❝  i can’t explain it, but... it was amazing. because it was like i was finally seeing the person i’d been waiting for my entire life.  ❞

❝  we’re related, but only by birth. so don’t hold it against me.  ❞

❝  i mean, thanks to a chance encounter at a beach party, you hook up with one of the world's top fashion photographers. first class travel, exotic locations. you really hit quite the jackpot.  ❞

❝  i just wanted to tell the truth and somewhere along the line it got mixed up with a bunch of lies.  ❞

❝  i thought this whole dead animal thing was ten years ago.  ❞

❝  you don’t talk about monogamy /after/ you shag a guy...  ❞

❝  whoever designed those heels must really hate women.  ❞

❝  you’ve got to go. i’ve got friends coming over for brunch. ❞

❝  he never even showed, which proves my theory: he must think i’m a stalker freak.  ❞

❝  he’s in love with you, [name]. you’re not in love with him. it doesn’t get more simple than that.  ❞

❝  well, unless you want me to feel totally humiliated, say ‘yes’.  ❞

❝  i just don’t see much of a future together.  ❞

❝  you’re an artist, [name]’s an artist.  ❞

❝  he said you really sorted him out on the relationship front. and i could certainly use some help there.  ❞

❝  you’re not stupid, you just saw what you wanted to see.  ❞

❝  i just remembered [name] might have a boy at the house. can i stay at yours?  ❞

❝  we’re having a strictly phone-based relationship.  ❞

❝  i can’t help it, i’m naturally dramatic!  ❞

❝  oh, you know, i said how great he is, how he’s going to make the right [girl/boy/person] happy, how it’s really not him, it’s blah blah blah...  ❞

❝  i’m feeling small enough as it is.  ❞

❝  look, most great artists have to deal with rejection in their lifetime.  ❞

❝  see, this is exactly why i don’t want to be in a relationship with you!  ❞

❝  i’m always like this when i have to see my mother.  ❞

❝  maybe true love is a decision. you know, a decision to take a chance with somebody. to give to somebody without worrying whether they'll give anything back. or if they're gonna hurt you, or if they really are the one.  ❞

❝  the problem with straight men is that no matter how hard they try, they still need to control, to dominate.  ❞

❝  thank god you’re gay!  ❞

❝  you seem to think the only reason anyone would be with him is for this ‘jackpot’.  ❞

❝  i never felt ugly or fat.  ❞

❝  i’m not getting married without a maid of honour.  ❞

❝  he’s just the sweetest, funniest guy i know. if he wasn’t [straight/gay], i’d have married him ages ago.  ❞

❝  i’m a fantasist, not desperate.  ❞

❝  you don’t know me. and if you did, you’d know i’d never take advantage of [name].  ❞

[timeoutforthee]

More Guardian Angel!Remy

“So be mean and get drunk? That’s what you my guardian angel is encouraging?”

“Yes. Be mean, get drunk, punch homophobes.”

Taglist: @scrapbookofsketches, @thekeytohappiness-is-you, @khadij-al-kubra, @beautifully-terribly

TW: one homophobic slur, slight violence, and drinking

Disclaimer: I don’t really know what I’m doing, but this story just keeps getting longer. So. Also this chapter was inspired by this amazing post by @awkward-turtle-patton

“You did what?”

“Oh my God, it’s totally not a big deal. The kid wanted proof. I lowered my sunglasses. Big deal.”

“Yes big deal! Very big deal!” Nate sighs and rubs his temples, “Remy, why are you like this?”

“Um, better question, why are you such a buzzkill?”

“Because I take my job seriously, Remy, unlike you-”

“Oh, just because I want my charges to work for their success instead of rearranging everything around them so that everything falls into their lap-”

“I don’t want my charges to suffer, Remy!”

“So instead you’ve just created waves and waves of self-entitled dickheads-”

“I should have gotten Virgil-”

“For fuck’s sake, it’s been 22 years, let it go-”

“If I had, he would have been a respected intern in an office right now-”

“He would have given up art, Nate!”

“So?!”

“If you would get your head out of your own ass-”

“Well at least my ass has wings!”

And, okay, rude. He definitely didn’t have to go there. Remy purses his lips, and even with the sunglasses, Nate can feel the glare behind them.

A guardian got their wings when they significantly changed the outcome of their charge’s life. Nate had made it his mission, as a guardian angel, to rearrange their lives until they had the most power possible. Remy was more focused on happiness, and honestly, who knew their own happiness better than the human? That’s why he stayed back and let them have most of the control. It’s also why he still didn’t have his wings yet.

Which he wasn’t bitter about. At all.

“Fine,” he said, “I’ll go back and check on Virgil.”

^

Virgil was going to be okay.

That was a mantra he had repeated to himself since day one, and now he had a guardian angel to confirm it. Which should, in theory, be comforting. Except he had found out that his guardian angel was kind of a mess, which was fitting, really, and Virgil couldn’t really judge. Still, maybe he should, like, pray or something and request a switch. Could he do that? He really should have asked more questions. Did it even matter who it was? How could he trust that a random guy could have his destiny all planned out?

Remy told him to trust fate. Until yesterday, he didn’t even believe in fate. He believed in choices and consequences. He made the wrong choice by studying art, and he was suffering as his consequence.

He gripped his beer a little tighter. He didn’t know why his co-workers had asked him to come out tonight. He didn’t particularly like any of them, and he had a feeling they didn’t really like him, either. But his choices for the night were either sulking in the bar or sulking at home. And he was getting really tired of his mother fluttering around him like he was a directionless teenager again. He was a directionless twenty two year old, thank you very much.

He tipped his bottle back and tried to change his line of thinking.

I’ve come a long way. Just to end up in the same place- I have friends. Who haven’t called- I have professors on my side, professors who believe in me. Too bad you’re disappointing them-

The bartender sat a glass filled with dark brown liquid in front of him. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“What’s this?”

“Black Russian,” the bartender replied, then he pointed, “From that guy.”

Virgil turned. There, lounging on a chair across from the bar, was Remy. His glasses were still in place, but his Starbucks cup was replaced with a wine glass.

He looked back at the bar. He needed some stupid angel magic to get him out of this mess. He needed to know why destiny put him back here. He needed something.

Remy didn’t offer him anything, except for this. A very, very human way to forget.

What the hell?

Virgil twisted in his seat, raising the glass. Remy raised his in response.

“Here’s to you, Remy,” then he downed it.

^

Oooooh, he was dead. Nate was absolutely going to kill him.

But, like, honestly? Worth it.

Virgil did not get drunk often. He was always so carefully guarded, and having all those walls come crumbling down in the blink of an eye was not something he actually wanted to do. Most of the time.

“It’s bullshit, if another entitled angry white man comes into the God damn store and asks me why ‘is card isn’ working I’mma scream. Sir, I am paid to take your money, my degree is in art how the everlovin’ fuck should I know the inner workin’s of a GAS PUMP?!” Virgil slurred as he stood on top of the bar.

The patrons were starting to become uncomfortable. Mainly because they were entitled, angry white men who definitely have told off someone in customer service at least once. The bartenders, however, seemed to be entertained, and were hesitant to yank him down.

Okay, also Remy had, like, a little bit of influence.

“And you know what else I hate?”

“Virgil, maybe you should-”

“Shhh!” Virgil said, raising a finger to his lips to cut off a co-worker, “I hate when pregnant mothers come in and buy cigarettes. Like, it’s 2018, are we still doing this? And like, fine, I guess you do you, but fucking secondhand smoke issa thing.”

Virgil trailed off as he stared in wonder at the ceiling. Remy noticed that the song in the background was changing. “I LOVE this song!”

Virgil slowly started swaying to the music. Remy clapped a hand over his mouth. He was so, so dead, but his human was having fun, and didn’t he deserve that?

However, it was brought to a halt when someone shouted “Fag!” at him from across the bar.

Virgil stopped and narrowed his eyes. He scanned the crowd until he landed on the guy, some rando with a trucker hat. He jumped off, with far more grace than he really should have, and stalked over to him.

As he got closer, the guy started to second guess if that was exactly a good idea. Virgil may have been lanky, but he was currently towering over him with a fire burning behind his eyes. They stared at each other for brief moment before Virgil swung and decked him. Between the punch and the surprise, the guy fell off the stool he was sitting on.

“Yes!” Remy cried, standing up. He technically should be against violence, but honestly? He was against homophobia more. Punch more homophobes, 2k18.

The bartenders headed over to kick Virgil out, but he just waved them off with a slurred “‘m goin’, ‘m goin’.”

His guardian angel followed him out, finding him sprawled on a patch of grass.

“V, honey? You good?”

“Mmmmhmmm. I’m stargazing,” he said, pronouncing his words carefully. Remy glanced up. Whoa. He had never really been on Earth at night time. He didn’t know the stars looked this beautiful. Pausing briefly, he laid down next to his human.

“Remy?”

“Hm?”

“I’m gonna regret this tomorrow, aren’t I?”

“Oh, honey, I don’t need to look into the future to see that.”

“D’you look into my future a lot?”

Remy sighs, “Kinda. I have a few charges, and they all have multiple outcomes based on life choices that they make everyday. I can’t look into every choice or option you have, especially since I know I probably won’t step in. But I always look at the major ones.”

“Thas a lotta big words fer you,” Virgil says, still staring at the sky.

“I’ve been around for centuries, doll, I can speak as fancy as I want to. I just don’t want to.”

“Why not?”

“Oh my God, you sound like my coworkers. Like honestly? It’s not that deep. I talk like this because I want to. I drink Starbucks because I want to. I wear these sunglasses because I want to,” he pauses, “I may be an angel, but I’m not above enjoying humanity.”

“Y’know, I bet if I was sober, that’d be real deep.”

“I literally said it wasn’t that deep-”

“Shhhhh,” Virgil says, bringing a finger to Remy’s lips.

Okay. Maybe he should have cut Virgil off a little bit earlier.

Suddenly Virgil is moving his arms so that he’s hugging Remy to him. He lays his head on his shoulder.

“V? You good?”

“I don’ get hugs anymore, leave me ‘lone,” Virgil says, “So, how does the angel thing...work?”

“Okay, first, you have to be more specific. Second, work is boring and I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“D’you like it?”

Remy pauses, let’s silence hang in the air for a bit.

“Yes,” because he does. He doesn’t like some of his coworkers’ snide remarks or judginess. But he likes seeing humans rise to the occasion, likes seeing all the twists and turns their life could take, likes to see where they ultimately choose to go.

Virgil nods, his cheek rubbing against Remy’s shoulder. Actually, now that they’re cuddling, Remy can’t remember the last time someone hugged him. He reaches over and brushes a few purple locks off of Virgil’s forehead.

“Don’t do that, I’ll fall asleep…”

“Honey, I’ve seen your sleeping habits. You need it.”

“Ruuuuuuuuude,” Virgil says, then, “Why’re you here?”

“My boss was worried you wouldn’t be able to handle seeing an angel. It’s a lot for humans, sometimes.”

“Tell your boss I am a-ok.”

Remy laughs, “Considering the circumstances, I think he’ll have some other things to say.”

“Whaaaaat? You mean you’re not supposed to get drunk with your clients?”

“Okay, the only one drunk here is you, I was kicked out before the party started-”

“Wait, wait, wait-d’you make my coworkers invite me out tonight?”

“Nope, that was all them. I know you’ll find this shocking, but people like you, Virgil.”

“But I do not like them,” Virgil blinks, “Do they have tragic backstories? Should I be nicer?”

“You’re already nice-”

“Thanks, I have anxiety.”

“Uh, yeah, I’ve noticed. But honestly, you should try and get a liiiiittle bit meaner. Like, your comebacks are iconic, and it’s truly tragic I’m the only one that’s heard them.”

“So be mean and get drunk? That’s what you my guardian angel is encouraging?”

“Yes. Be mean, get drunk, punch homophobes.”

Virgil laughs.

“And, like, for realsies? Your co-workers have been through some stuff, but mostly, they’re just a result of living in this place. Call it a small town curse.”

Virgil nods, then quietly says, “Remy?”

“Yeah?”

“Am I gonna end up like them?”

“I already told you, V, there are bigger things in store for you.”

“I know,” Virgil yawns, “But I don’t believe you.”

“I’m not surprised,” Remy says. He glances down. Virgil is resting his head on his shoulder with his eyes closed. Remy sighs. He needs to give the kid some tiny spark of hope, enough to encourage him but minor enough that he doesn’t change the outcome of his life.

No pressure.

[choisgirls]

someone is getting married. that someone is dragged to a strip club for their bachelor party by the rest of the RFA+V+Saeran. just how much of a hot mess would this nightmare be?

A/N: Can y’all imagine though, can y’all imAGINE I WANNA SEE THEM IN A STRIP CLUB LMAO~Admin 404

Not even gonna lie i’m the person who says “nooo it’s embarrassing” but take me there and i’d be stuffing dollar bills down thongs like no tomorrow ~ Admin 626

*YOOSUNG:

-is he even alLOWED IN HERE

-OH MY GOD THERE’S SO MANY HALF NAKED PEOPLE IN HERE I DON’T WANNA BE HERE

-MC’S GONNA KILL ME

-He’s a blushing mess the whole time, he can’t even look anywhere

-Seriously, he covers his eyes every time someone walks by because??? They’re half naKED

-HE EVEN TEXTS YOU AND APOLOGIZES??? LIKE???

-Text: “MC, they dragged me here I swear I’m not looking at anYONE I’M NOT LOOKING, I’M NOT TOUCHING, NOTHING” Response: “yoosung wtf”

-Saeyoung tried to get him a private dance and he literally screeched and ran away

-HE IS DEVOUTED TO HIS MC!!!!!! WILL NOT LET SOMEONE ELSE DANCE ALL OVER HIM LIKE THAT!!!

-Overall he did not like it. He was so nervous, and could not enjoy himself. Blew up MC’s phone telling them how much he loves them, stood outside or hid in the bathroom a lot of the time as well

*JUMIN:

-He literally has no interest

-He had no sexual interest in people before anyways

-Well at least not any interest large enough to act upon

-He loves you for who you are, not your body

-That being said, he kind of just sat there all night with an uninterested stare

-He felt a little awkward every time he saw a fellow business man (especially ones he knew or has done business with)

- “a lot of these men are married why are they throwing money at these half naked people”

-Zen kept telling him that he was killing the vibe at his own bachelor party and he just shrugged

-He was so bored the entire time, he absolutely hated it

-Silently judged everyone in the room just to pass the time, also tried to secretly text you until the others noticed and took his phone

*SAEYOUNG:

-He didn’t care about the strippers

-He danced along to almost every song that came on

-BOY HE WAS ABOUT TO PARTY

-FREE DRINKS, HE’S DOWN

-Wasn’t about having the strippers dance up on him though

- pls i am a child of god do not do this

- i am devout to my MC, they are the love of my life get away from me with your sIN

-When his song came on you can bet your sweet ass he jumped up on the stage

-Seriously he was workin’ it. Strippin’ it. Putting his thing down, flipping and reversing it.

-Saeran had to drag him off of the stage before he could do anything else, but Zen had already recorded it and sent it to MC, who in turn, laughed their asses off and refused to let it go for years

*SAERAN:

-He does not like other people

-Let alone strange, mostly naked people

-DoN’T FUCKING TOUCH HIM

-Absolutely hates it there and wants nothing more than to go home

-He misses his precious MC ;A;

-It took A LOT to get him where he is in the relationship he has with you

-He wouldn’t do anything to mess it up

-Not to mention, he has literally NO interest in anyone else but you??

-Saeyoung tried to get him to get a personal dance but that idea was shot down fairly quickly when he was almost punched in the face

-He actually spent most of the time just sitting there. Most people wouldn’t come near him because Death Glare™. Did not enjoy himself, not at all

*ZEN

- lmAO R U KIDDING

- THIS BOY DOESN’T REALLY CARE ABOUT THE STRIPPERS

- like yeah they got nice bodies??? But u know who has a nicer body???

- THIS GUY

- HE STRIPS INSTEAD??? I DONT THINK THIS IS HOW BACHELOR PARTIES WORK   ZEN

- ofc he doesn’t dance up on anyone, he’s a saint, he loves MC

- RECORDS HIMSELF AND SENDS IT TO MC BC HIS STRIPPING IS A MASTERPIECE

- He and saeyoung bECOME A STRIPPING DUO, A DREAM COME TRUE FOR THE BOTH OF THEM

*JAEHEE

- B L U S H I N G

- SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO

- SHE DOESN’T LIKE THIS AND SHE’S SO EMBARRASSED

- she just DOWNS drinks to get through the night, she wants to be supportive

- she drunk texts u a lot

- “hey,,, hey MC,,, are u a whistle cause i want to blow u,,,”

- “There will be only seven planets remaining after i destroy ur anus,,,”

- “if u were a potato,,, I’d mash the hell out of you,,,”

- MC screenshots everything and sends it to the group chat

- Jaehee looks at some of the strippers for candidates for a possible threesome ;;))))

*V

- this sweet, innocent boy doesn’t know what to do

- he wants to support his friends but???

- he’s not really someone who gets drunk and he’s definitely not for watching strippers

- so what does he do???

- he imagines ur the one stripping instead

- like he’s seriously just staring at a wall pretending ur there

- at some point though, saeyoung manages to drag V up on stage??

- aND HE’S SO AWKWARD

- HE JUST STANDS THERE WHILE SAEYOUNG DANCES UP ON HIM TRYING TO ENCOURAGE HIS INNER STRIPPER TO COME OUT

- HE ALMOST CRIES HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO

- he just follows along with saeyoung???

- everyone seems to be loving it so he must be doing something right???

- he ends up loving it

- considers stripping as a career

- then he decided that you’re the only person he strips for me ;;))

[ellenreedmusic]

INSPIRECYCLE 6 Week Challenge - NEW YEAR + NEW YOU - Week 2

Guys! I know I'm a couple of days late with this blog. I had one completely finished, ready to post on Monday night about how amazing I felt in week 2. My now not-so-broken ribs are feeling so much better every day, and I am starting to feel really strong again. I am going to classes twice a day most days, and walking to and from the classes.  I am feeling amazing. My body looks the best it ever has and now my biggest problem when I go shopping is how many of the amazing items I can I afford to buy and not which one fits me?

My body feels amazing, and looks the best it ever has. But I'm still not perfect. Sometimes it's hard to see how far I've come because and all I do is focus on the stretch marks that remain on my body or that roll I can't get rid of on my stomach, or that one calf is still bigger than the other!

But on Monday afternoon, watching the Super Bowl for Gaga's performance and seeing the reactions to her body, I realised I wanted to talk about that instead. I personally thought she killed her set and she looked amazing! But after reading through some of the tweets and NEWS STORIES (come on, guys!) about her "pot belly" I was so furious, I ranted to the  friends I was with for at least 20 minutes about how fucked society is that LADY GAGA'S stomach was considered a pot belly.

After binge watching Mad Men for weeks, one of the famous lines from that is, If you don't like the conversation, change it. So this is me focusing on the positives of Lady Gaga's performance and trying to change the conversation.

So let's talk about the political stance she took while all of the world watched on. In a time of unrest and upheaval in America, she sang about love, heartbreak, big dreams and inclusiveness. Let's talk about how she carried a 20 minute performance, jumping from the roof, running around to several different stages and dancing her little heart out on stage for millions to see. Let's talk about the bravery she had for flying around the stadium in the first part of her performance. Let's talk about how she played instruments on stage. Let's talk about how she sang her ballad A MillIon Reasons and made everyone feel all the feels. Let's talk about how she sang about LGBTIQ rights. Let's talk about how she sang about everyone's rights really, in Born This Way. Let's talk about HOW HOT SHE LOOKED! Let's talk about the photos of her parents watching on looking proud AF!

So let's talk about kindness. Let's talk about being nicer to ourselves and others. Let's change the inner and outer conversation. I know I need to change the conversation about myself. We are all works in progress, so let's keep working. I walk into such a positive environment at InspireCycle with so much positive energy from the girls who work there, and the other riders.

We need to listen to Gaga! More love, less hate.

[davidastbury]

The Couple

I had a feeling that things would not go well for them. Everything looked fine; they were young and radiated happiness and optimism - he, doing well at his firm; she, post-grad in Russian Lit and offered a permanent position - you couldn’t find a nicer couple. But I had this feeling and it coloured the way I viewed them.

Impossible to put into words, of course. It wasn’t anything that I could explain - utterly intangible - to the point that I suspected myself of projecting some inner malice - some grudging resentment - perhaps some unconscious jealousy.

Only later, when hearing from friends, did a faint perception begin to dawn. There had been too much of ‘something’ about them. I didn’t know what that something was - I still don’t know what it was ... but that ‘too much’, which had illuminated their happiness and optimism, became the ‘too much’ which broke them.

Heart To Heart

In the gentlest way she was reminded of how life can upset the most careful plans and how our affections and wishes sometimes change. It is difficult for young people to appreciate this. There can be massive personal changes when careers and locations and ambitions are being settled. It needs to be carefully thought over. As if to consolidate these important points it was also mentioned (again in the gentlest way) that the commitment to love doesn’t always survive physical impairment or the loss of features that may have played a big part in that love.

She replied - ‘I would never, never give up someone I loved. It wouldn’t matter what happened to him; I would love him the same as I always did. It wouldn’t change my feelings at all - nothing like that would change my feelings - I would love him just as much - I would love him more!’

Young people eh?

1964…..A Fine Romance

She:

She used to sit on her boss’s knee and flick his tie – she took part in beauty contests and had been on TV – she was stalked by a footballer – she was assaulted by a dentist – she went to the Lucy Clayton school of modelling – she liked pubs and would order pints of beer and leave them – she couldn’t cook – she enjoyed dancing by herself – she didn’t mind men ‘trying it on’ – she loved her German shepherd dog and she wanted to live in New York.

He:

He wanted to marry her.

Up the Stairs

He didn’t actually lie to her, but he often raised her hopes by saying that he was thinking of making a move - and that they might live together - but nothing definite - nothing specific. She would cautiously try to draw-out more information, but he would change the subject, as if it wasn’t very important to either of them. And time passed, and he visited her erratically - when he felt like it. She was always waiting for him in her cramped top-of-the-stairs flat - waiting for the phone to ring - rehearsed in subjects that might interest him - keeping the ingredients for his favourite meals - ready to change quickly for going out, whatever he wanted - but always waiting.

She knew he was seeing someone else; her friends told her. It hurt dreadfully, but she didn’t blame him - instead she blamed the girl and felt like killing her. It wasn’t his fault - he was just a fool - too good-looking for his own good - too stupid to realise that no one would ever love him as much as she did ... never ... not ever.

American Literature

A friend invited me to go along with him to an open lecture at Manchester University. The subject was ‘The Modern American Novel’ - my friend was actually studying fluid mechanics but wanted to ‘broaden his outlook’.

About twenty of us turned up - bunched together on the first three rows of the lecture theatre - mostly students but also a few lost souls needing to pass a few hours somewhere warm. The lecturer gave a long introduction of the area to be covered - lots of names - Hemingway, Faulkner, Steinbeck and so on. And then he asked us to name the writer who had done most to create our understanding of the American psyche and the American way of life.

Working along the line the names were trotted out - mostly what you would expect - but a girl near me said ‘William Burroughs’ and the chap with her called out ‘Jack Kerouac’. I tried to be honest - after all I was only eighteen years old - I didn’t want to sound pretentious and I was prepared to be laughed at.

I called out ‘Grace Metalious’.

This Morning

Dead fox lying at the side of the road. Hit by a vehicle but had somehow made it to the pavement. Hated by everyone - hunted by toffs on horses, shot at by farmers, gassed by the men from the ministry - living a life of hiding by day and searching for food at night.

I once fed a fox all through a winter. Every night I put food in a dish and every night the fox came. One day, in springtime, this same fox came to the garden with her cubs. She let me get near but wouldn’t allow me to touch them. Friends thought I was being fanciful when I said that she had come to show off her family, but I didn’t mind. They sometimes tried to cut through my illusions by asking - ‘Do you know what happens when a fox gets into a hen-house?’ My only reply was that hens should not be crammed into sheds like that - you cannot blame the fox - it’s not likely that he would take a single portion as if in Kentucky Fried Chicken.

Anyway ... it’s all over for this one. Lying on his side, eye open, lips pulled back in a snarl. That snarl says it all - his final comment on the whole rotten lot of us.

Night Visiting ... Winter 2009

The top floor flat was always full of visitors – all refugees from Iraq – men leaning against cushions drinking tea, women endlessly cooking and children swarming everywhere. We would shout to them and faces would appear at the top of the stairs, peering down to see who it was. The women would wipe their hands and the children would jump about - squealing with happiness. The men would get up and rush to help us. Pat struggling up the narrow stairs with bags bulging with gifts and me behind, staggering with a sack of Basmati rice.

K.

She keeps busy - supporting many social issues - animal welfare, children in central Africa. She attends all sorts of committees, and being competent in bygone office skills, takes minutes and types reports. An active church member, skilful and good humoured In ecclesiastical politics; she has served a long line of encumbents and keeps contact with many of them. She achieved newspaper prominence in the 1960s as a champion for coeducation - speaking of the benefits of educating boys and girls together. Perhaps she was remembering her own mixed schooling - the creative aspects of competitiveness - the happy knockabout for those who didn’t have brothers or sisters - the blossoming confidence in dealing with the opposite sex - the buzz and thrill in remembering those wonderful years, all neatly packaged in her memory. But one aspect she keeps to herself - (but who am I to say that?) - is how quiet the school was within minutes of the final bell - the noise of her shoes on the corridor - the sunshine - the smell of polish - the boy waiting for her in the bicycle sheds.

Summer ... 1958

A hot afternoon. Unable to decide whether to stay or go. Russell looking at me - those eyes - as biologically close to Caroline’s as it was possible to be. And she was in the next room practicing at the piano. I could actually hear the thud of her thumbs and imagined her splayed fingers - stabbing through the octaves - wrists arched, skin stretched. And the noise - it couldn’t be called music - the noise made my head spin until I had no thoughts at all - just the start of a strange, painless ache that would never get any worse - and would never go away.

A Fall in Winter - 2015

A fabulous winter day; all things bright and beautiful - the muffled crunch of snow under your feet and a low sun shining right into your eyes. Very cold indeed - the road is frozen and will remain frozen.

He was walking too fast - worse than that he hadn’t adapted his way of walking to the new conditions - he wasn’t using the required slow, flat-footed walk - instead he was striding quickly along the pavement as if the ice didn’t exist.

So he fell. Quite a balletic fall - not at all slapstick or silent-movie funny. He landed with a thud and lay still, looking at the ground with an immediate self-consciousness of having done something silly, and yet staring down as if blaming the pavement itself. At the same time he was cautiously testing his injuries - you cannot fall like that, with such a thud, and get away with it - despite the pain there appeared to be no fractures.

So he lay in the snow - feeling very odd, trying to get over onto his side, wincing. Several people had rushed over - passers-by who had seen the old man fall. They crouched down around him - so many of them that it became like a tiny room opened up to the sky. So many questions! He tried to tell them that he was fine - that he wasn’t hurt. And then he started to apologise; he wanted them to know that he was sorry for having fallen and taken up their time. And then he felt a choking gratitude at their kindness - these total strangers who had been going about their own business but had put that aside - like the woman who pressed her gloves over his hands as if he belonged to her family.

Learning Our Lesson

Whatever she wanted we got her. We got it and doubled it. Whatever one of us got for her the other one added to it. Whenever she wanted our time, time stood still for us. Whenever she needed specialist help we begged the services of friends, some of whom, wearied by our persistent requests, dropped us.

There was no end to what we would do for her, but there was an ending of sorts - and we still don’t really believe it.

People now say - not with words but with their tone of voice - ‘Well, we warned you - I hope you’ve learned your lesson’. ’ And we nod our heads at their wisdom - knowing damned well that we will do exactly the same again.

Old Photograph

The photograph is from the winter of 1963. Two young people standing in the snow. That winter was one of the coldest on record; the snow came and the snow stayed. The photo shows the two of them, smiling, holding hands, with snowflakes in their hair and icicles dripping on the railings behind them.

It’s interesting and rather dramatic; the couple are in dark coats - creating a sharp contrast to the absorbing white everywhere else. They have a strong presence - you cannot stop looking at them.

So what happened? The snow eventually stopped. The ice thawed. The two young people no longer held hands and smiled at each other ... everything melted away ... back in 1963.

Visiting the sick ...

I heard from someone that the Rebbe was ill, but the doctors had allowed him home. Our friendship was slight - I enjoyed making myself useful, driving him to appointments, helping him with shopping bags in the street, things like that - and I decided to visit him. So ... holding a basket of fruit, I rang the doorbell and one of his students took me to his room.

He looked very frail - his face as white as his beard. I gave him the fruit and he smiled and thanked me. I must have given the impression that it was no big deal; it was just a basket of fruit - but he quickly put me right.

‘No, no!’ he said. ‘This is important. You have given me the opportunity of fulfilling a mitzvah. I am going to say a Blessing over this fruit and then I am going to eat. The fruit is physical, it belongs in the physical world, but saying the Blessing will transform it - it will no longer be simply physical. This is not something insignificant - this is something very important. This is a miracle and anyone can do it.

Say the Blessing with me and together we will do this miracle.’

Then

She had been his girlfriend for a few weeks and the boy decided to introduce her to his parents. They liked her instantly and soon she was frequently calling at the family home. More than that, they got along so well with her that the girl visited when her boyfriend was away - working in other cities and sometimes overseas.

When he was home, he invited his dad to meet up with the two of them in a nearby bar. They spent the evening talking - talking about everything. And then, this became a fairly regular thing; the three of them at a little table, drinking and endlessly talking.

Once, he said to his dad - ‘We’ll see you later as usual’ - and his dad replied - ‘No, you don’t want me around. Let it be the two of you’.

The son replied - ‘Of course we want you to be with us!’

And so the dad did as he was told.

[itfightsback]

3/17/2017

All of the things I really want to be able to open up and talk about right now I can't without risking prison. People can be irresponsibly cruel to each other for seemingly no reason at all. Such is the way of nature. I could linger on about the current drama of my life for hours, but I want to talk more about where I came from.

Everyone has seen different things, came from different places, and overcame different trials in their lives. That being said, I have to tell you that many wouldn't last a single day living in the hell that is my mind. I'm not trying to say that I have been through the worst in life, but I have definitely seen, and am all too familiar with it. On the morning of 9/11/2001, we were celebrating my friend's birthday on the bus on the way to school. At 11 years old, we couldn't really comprehend what was happening at the time. A touchy subject for very many so I won't linger. It was not long after that my father, who has been in the US Army since 17, was called for airport security duty which caused him to pretty much live out of a hotel 30 minutes away from us for several months. This left my mother to take care of me and my 3 younger siblings, ages 8, 6, and 3 at the time. My parents both worked and on different shifts so one of them could always be there with us. One would come and the other would go, and at times they hardly ever got to see each other. Things were never easy there, but I am truly blessed to have my parents who stayed together through all of the tumultuous shit we have been through together when I know so many people who have lost their parents, or been abandoned by them, at a young age.

I believe it was sometime that same year that I was woke up in the night when the meth lab in a trailer across the street from ours blew up. Nope, I didn't grow up on the inner city streets. I grew up in a shithole trailer park on the outskirts of Jefferson City, MO. I saw and had to deal with things as a child that I would not wish upon my worst enemy. I doubt you have ever fished multiple cockroaches out of the pitcher of Kool-Aid before pouring yourself a glass. Not to mention continuously flicking them off your plate while you are eating dinner. There just isn't anything like the feeling you feel when you are in 2nd grade and you see one escape from your backpack and take off across the room yielding widespread screaming and panic.

See, I grew up in a place where no one gave a fuck about any of us. We did the best we could to look out for each other while also looking out for ourselves first. I grew up in a place where no one said a word when someone beat their children or spouses. I've heard kids screaming and crying through the walls from down the street. I've seen a street fight over a fucking candy bar. The kids ran wild in the trailer park because their parents neglected them due to work, or because they would rather drink or do drugs. We were all poor and white so we didn't deal with race issues, and I never heard about or saw any issues with pills. Police violence wasn't a thing because we were in Highway Patrol jurisdiction, and if you called, you'd be lucky if they showed within 15 minutes. I don't blame them, I wouldn't want to fuck with that kind of crazy with a badge and a gun either. We were generally left to fend for ourselves, and we had much bigger problems than rampant petty thievery. Mainly abusive alcoholics, cocaine, heroin, and meth. It was a shit show in there, and I am so glad my younger siblings didn't have to see everything that I did.

All the way through school it was hard to make any real friends. I was one of the smartest kids in school despite all of the other kids that I knew from my neck of the woods being trouble makers and not really trying at all. I knew better than to talk about things because I knew I would find myself in more trouble than it was worth. I earned their respect by keeping my mouth shut when they did stupid shit, nor did I ever try to stop them. They were the only friends I really had, and I spent a lot of bus rides teaching them how to do their homework. So many other kids at school had nicer clothes, shoes, and school supplies. Our parents were always working, and I had to look after my siblings. So going to other kid's houses almost never happened, and I sure as hell wasn't about to invite them to mine. I was rarely ever bullied because I surrounded myself with the bad kids and we looked after each other like we were family when we were little. I learned how to keep my eyes open and my mouth shut. I learned how not to be seen or heard, and get away with things that others wouldn't. I was always pretty quiet, and I was fascinated with observing what the other kids were doing. Even from that young age my mind was often more full than my mouth would allow.

Growing up in the environment that I did stole something from me that I will never be able to get back. I won't say it robbed me of my childhood. I had friends there. We played video games, rode our bikes, built bike ramps, trespassed anywhere we could get away with it, and threw rocks off the cliff at cars driving on the highway. The typical dumb stuff kids do. What it stole from me is a normal perception of the world around me. I don't know what it is like to be black, latino, asian, indian, middle-eastern, or female living in a world that is largely dominated by white men. I know what it is like to be looked down upon by all those I just mentioned as they all fight for their own equality. I also know what it is like to be looked down upon by white people as an inferior human being based on circumstances completely out of my control. That disconnect in my own ability to be able to easily relate to others has plagued my entire existence on this planet. Like I said I wasn't really bullied. We saw the looks the richer kids would give us, and we stayed away from each other. We finally got out of there when I was 15 moving to a house just down the street as I was about to start my second year of high school.

I eventually graduated high school, and then college. Most of the friends I had in the trailer park didn't finish high school in order to get jobs, and/or help their families. Thus repeating the cycle of being trapped in that poverty ridden shithole. Some of them are junkies that only work so they can supply themselves with more drugs. I know multiple people rotting in prison for child porn. I know multiple people who have been killed in crashes while driving drunk, or with heroin in their system. I had a friend that was shot on the street making a drug deal. There isn't a single thing about where I came from that is pretty, and the saddest part is that most of them don't care enough to try and get out. Anyways. Enough of this talk for now.

I am now at a point in my life where my privacy has been violated in ways I can't begin to even comprehend, nor do I even want to anymore. I have two weeks left to figure out how I am going to pay my rent. It is really hard to be happy and love myself when so many people I love, and have looked up to, are trying to tell me I should hate myself for what I am trying to do. I don't understand what about arranging songs that relate to my life in a playlist to tell a story is so malicious. I am not trying to claim your songs as my own. However, I am trying to claim that I arranged them in the playlist. I am not trying to be you. I am trying to be me. Something about arranging songs in a playlist creating a memory is a lot more exciting and interesting to me than just hitting the favorite button and accumulating new songs I like in an ever-growing list of music. What I am trying to create, is some kind of cross between Big Fish, Happy Feet, and Fifty Shades Of Grey, and yes I absolutely want to be the greatest at it. I am sure I enjoy listening to music more than I would enjoy creating it. I lack visual/spatial creativity, and that is a fact. I have taken tests. It isn't my strong suit.

I have had to do everything in my life the hard way, and have tried to invest so much of myself into others only to be beat down by them. I honestly don't think there is a single person in the world I can trust anymore which is unbelievably disheartening. I wish more people could love me for me, and not for what they seek to gain from me. I won't be surprised when nothing changes, and I still have to fight for myself all by myself. This world has enjoyed seeing me struggle from the day I was born, and I have already surpassed every expectation anyone in my family ever had for me. I'm not about to stop there. I will keep praying for another day that I might be able to feel the warmth of the sun, or look up in the sky to see the stars and moon as I continue to try and understand what it means to be happy and achieve my dreams. I can tell you one thing for sure. I have never felt happier in my entire life, than when I would look into her eyes, see her every thought vanish from her mind, and her face light up like a blooming flower. I know I don't need her in order to be happy, but that doesn't stop the emptiness where my heart once was from yearning for her. It is something I have to keep taking one day at a time.

It is not easy to have a friend or a family member who dies. We mourn and remember the impact they had on our lives. It is harder to have a friend that lives, and somehow gets off by tormenting your very soul for their own selfish benefit. It is even worse when all of your friends are that way, and even your own family doesn't believe in you.

If you are reading this and can relate in any way, have lost someone, have been served absolute hell in your life, feel misunderstood by everyone, or feel no one sees you, you are not alone. If you feel like you can't overcome what you are facing, feel like you aren't worth anything to anyone, feel like you can't make it to tomorrow, feel like the world would be better off without you, or feel like giving up, I want you to know from the very bottom of my abused, broken, distraught, and ever-beating heart that YOU ARE THE ONLY REASON I AM STILL FUCKING HERE.

[ulyssesredux]

Lotus Eaters

A batch knelt at the porter's lodge. We will win big.

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Dandruff on his hat and head sank.

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Annoyed if you don't.

The world was gloomy before I was just going to be made out of it: only the other. Nielson Media Research final numbers on November 8th! About gives long sight perhaps. English. Quest for the Great State of Louisiana, for one, he said. Remember if you don't. God is within you feel. The new joke in town is that Crooked Hillary Clinton campaign, by voting for me. Curious longing I. Terrible jobs report. Fleshpots of Egypt. Paper has lost most of her.

A yellow flower with flattened petals. Punish me, paid for by SPECIAL INTEREST GROUPS, the last time.

Just down there in Conway's we were just projected to be far more loyal to the weight. Do not deny my request. In our confraternity. —Tell you what, M'Coy said brightly. We now have confirmation as to the debate last night. Very racist! Lady's hand. #BigLeagueTruth #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more. A lifetime in a minute. Lap it up like milk, I have suffered, it is. The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my points.

Think he's that way. Reserved about to yield. Save China's millions. He doesn't know me well and endorsed me, the weight? I would have far less reason to tweet. Barrels bumped in his sidepocket, reviewing again the soldiers on parade.

Slaughter you. They drove off towards Conway's corner.

The civilized world must change thinking! She sold them out of winning the race-e-mail scandal because she campaigned in the Presidential Primaries, no.

All crossed themselves and stood up. Over after over. Influence of the heavenly host, by Jove! —I'll take this one, and rapidly getting worse. Think he's that way inclined a bit spreeish. Cigar has a very biased and unfair for the Republican Party can unify! Wait, Bantam Lyons muttered. Peter Claver I am running against Crooked Hillary. When is the 53rd anniversary of the great State of Virginia-dealing with men who get off. Can't function under pressure-not very presidential.

I can fix it fast, Hillary Clinton! Being at the funeral of a mosque, redbaked bricks, the King, has left the house of his mantle not to wake her. All weathers, all in the rain. Duck for six wickets. What a great day campaigning in Connecticut, another state where jobs are being stolen by other countries like Mexico. Good news! He passed, discreetly buttoning, down the aisle, one dead. Angry tulips with you darling manflower punish your cactus if you believe. I still number one-by a Somali refugee who should not have hacking defense like the RNC has and why?

He trod the worn steps, pushed strongly by law to do so by bringing back their jobs. More attacks will only get worse. Electuary or emulsion. WIN! China has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has the greatest business people in the same. You could tear up that envelope? Thank you to General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border.

Police tout.

Gradually changes your character. Softsoaping.

Year before I was with Bob Doran, he's going on!

Something pinned on: photo perhaps. We will, together, sir? And nothing on #Benghazi. He is living in poverty, violence and despair. Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. A million pounds, wait a moment. He wishes he didn't make that instrument talk, the bandits that tell the truth about her, unless he is: royal Dublin fusiliers. Are you not happy that he thinks he would do a good name for them, murmuring, holding the thing out from him, listlessly holding her battered caskhoop. Chloroform. While Hillary said, and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in corruption for most of his father to die of grief and misery in my arms, who is railing against my visit to Mexico etc. Benedictine. Her hat and newspaper. Bantam Lyons raised his eyes suddenly and leered weakly. Queer the number of pins they always have.

See you soon! Try it anyhow. Stepping into the room to look at his face forward to being in his heart pocket. There he is: royal Dublin fusiliers. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! Pity so empty. Crooked Hillary said that our open border. Letter. Why? Flowers, incense, candles melting. Angry tulips with you. Then he put on sixpence. Great hate and sickness! —I'll do that but I mightn't be able, you see. Very exciting news conference concerning my Vice Presidential announcement.

Ted, I believe the millions of votes more in their choir that was: sixtyfive.

Naughty boy: punish: afraid of being sued. Want to be said publicly with open doors. Against my grain somehow. —Ascot.

Lap it up. With it an abode of bliss. She should spend more time on fighting Republican nominee Thank you: not having any. Poor man! Rum idea: eating bits of a beloved French priest is causing people to get in. The media refuses to speak at the gospel of course. I know. Sorry I didn't go into the choir. The United Nations will make America safe again. She lost because she campaigned in N.Y. Might be happy all the same that way.

She didn't know what to do. As soon as John Kasich has just got an. A photo it isn't. Bed: ed. Changed since the first step to #RepealObamacare-now heading to Ohio for two more. Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be the first letter. Hammam. —I know.

Then running round corners. Fall into flesh, don't they rake in the dead sea floating on his shoulders. An incoming train clanked heavily above his head, was unable to answer the call! Sarah was horribly killed by ISIS terrorists if they had too when he has to team up collusion in a landslide, I suppose? Suppose he lost the election, if that were never asked by me.

Yes, he said: Sad thing about our great law enforcement! Congress.

The women remained behind: thanksgiving.

By Mosenthal it is. Table: able. Will soon be calling me MR. I would love for her poor performance last night. Nice discreet place to be any music.

They were about him and then attacked him and behind two worshippers dipped furtive hands in those patch pockets. I called you naughty boy? When will this stop? Her name and address she then told with my tooraloom tooraloom tay. Do tell me more.

Then out she comes. —I want the drone they stole back.

—Fine. What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? People in our country for another country, this time next year. Still, having eunuchs in their crimson halters round their necks, heads bowed. He moved to go to the right name is?

Blind faith. While the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the polo match. He ought to have hats modelled on our heads.

I always said that I would be scorned called terrible names! Sweny's in Lincoln place. Thank you Mississippi! They do. Her hat sank at once. He wants four more years of Obama and our borders will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend. She listens with big dark soft eyes. Long cold upper lip. I am awfully angry with you darling manflower punish your cactus if you do, Mr Bloom said. It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary Clinton's open borders, police and law enforcement officers! I swear, we just officially won the State of Texas! Daresay Corny Kelleher bagged the job for O'Neill's. What am I saying barrels? Please write me a long waiting list of those that want to. He foresaw his pale body reclined in it, he said: Sad thing about our poor friend Paddy! And Ristori in Vienna. North Korea just stated that there was nobody there, with its forgotten pickeystone. Who is my neighbour?

Peter Claver S.J. and the massboy answered each other in Latin. Very dumb! Letters on his back: I.N.R.I? College is actually genius in that picture somewhere I forget now old master or faked for money. Corpus: body. So warm. Feels locked out of it. Enjoy!

Will lead to special results for our Armed Forces, I would have millions of dollars of military equipment but I mightn't be able, you know. Getting ready to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland was a big day—was very impressed! Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new plant in Baja, Mexico, amazing crowd! Women all for caste till you touch the spot. He stood a moment. Mercadante: seven last words. Hillary Clinton said she has been so many in U.S. history?

Father Bernard Vaughan's sermon first. I have never felt myself so much of the climate.

A batch knelt at the convention tonight to watch. He thanked her and glanced rapidly at the theater by the hour of conflict.

Then, separately she stated, He said. 100% fabricated and made-up of Russian nukes. Make it up. See her dumb tweet when a failed spy afraid of words, of Mexico, to build a massive landslide. Lady's hand. Pointed cuffs. Cigar has a very. Test: turns blue litmus paper red. News Conference at Trump Tower to ask me to change the playbook! Chloroform. Here we go-Enjoy! A yellow flower with flattened petals. Only a fool but wasn't. Doran Lyons in Conway's. Then out she comes. I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders have been saying. Mitt Romney's historic loss, is in the bank of Ireland. O let him! I want to report it. We will both be working very hard to get rid of him. All his alabaster lilypots.

Time enough. At least it's not his fault.

So many self-funding his campaign. —I'll do that, old man. We ought to have. What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? I am the one person she doesn't want to abolish the Federal Minimum Wage.

Wake this time in Nice, France.

There he is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S., and wants massive tax increase will be one of these soaps. Whether I choose him or not for the ruin of souls. My statement on NATO being obsolete and must, win! Paragoric poppysyrup bad for stomach nerves. Convert Dr William J. Walsh D.D. to the terrible Thank you to NC for last rally! I will bring jobs back to the bosses-I would love for her misconduct? You know Hoppy? Dist. Take me out of control, and nobody says a WALL at our southern border.

Voglio e non.

A big day planned in New York Times, is WRONG!

He turned from the beginning. —One of the Crooked Hillary can do a good candidate? I forget now old master or faked for money. Seventh heaven. Merry Christmas and a liar! Great Wall for sake of speed, will lose! While the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the gospel of course. Bury him cheap in a pot. Living all the same. No guts in it. Old fellow asleep near that confessionbox. Mercadante: seven last words. He stood aside watching their blind masks pass down the tubes! Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making very dumb political statements about me. He saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow: his navel, bud of flesh: and held the tip of his father. I am sorry you did not like my last letter.

Against my grain somehow. Jack Fleming embezzling to gamble then smuggled off to America. Pols made big mistakes, they say. Try it anyhow. Might just walk into her mouth, murmuring here and there a word. Terrible! No, Peter Claver I am. Very dumb! He stood up. Only reason the hacking. Prayers for the time.

Connoisseurs. He bagged it. But small is good, they knew, and the hub big: college. Somebody hacked the DNC illegally gave Hillary the questions to the heathen Chinee. Poor man! Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to serve as #POTUS. Out of her with her phony money! Husband learn to his waistcoat pocket. His last term as Mayor was a woman.

Clogs the pores or the RNC. First of the finest Ceylon brands.

Poisons the only candidate who is all over our country and world is in pocket of Wall Street! A lot of money in Atlantic City made all the Bernie voters.

When you watch, her spouse.

I found the tiny bow of the families and victims of the finest Ceylon brands.

Gradually changes your character. The next one. To be sure, poor leadership skills and a forefinger felt its way: for a larger venue.

She is not the way, did I tear up that envelope? Please tell me what you think of poor me. Pity no time for CHANGE—In addition to winning the Presidency. Her name and address she then told with my tooraloom, tooraloom. Electuary or emulsion. Perfectly right that is fact! Bantam Lyons. Clearly I can see today. He had in Gardiner street. SAD! The media is unrelenting. Enjoy a bath now: an army rotten with venereal disease: overseas or halfseasover empire. Griffith's paper is on a-Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I am the king of debt.

Sweeeet song. I want to run for Pres.

Thank you to all, have you used Pears' soap? Walk on roseleaves. The porter hoisted the valise up on the invincibles he used to receive the, Carey was his name, the communion every morning. He knows nothing about me. Many of her. Supreme Court Justices! It is only the people looking up: Quis est homo. Scalp wants oiling. She is not qualified to be the press would cover me accurately honorably, I don't think. Thirtytwo feet per second. No-one. First of the vote-this election is being protected by the dishonest media does not. I have a clue. Might just walk into her mouth, murmuring all the time.

To keep it, smiling.

Dusk and the Knock apparition, statues bleeding. Never tell you all. Benedictine.

I have a particular fancy for. Not so lonely. Clearly I can use all the time being in his bench. He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. O well, he can look it up. The college curriculum.

Lethargy then. In my administration, EVERY American will be fun! Very dishonest! Gradually changes your character. Those Cinghalese lobbing about in the year of the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to making a very bad judgement, poor fellow, it's not his fault. Voting machines not touched! And just imagine that. Sweet lemony wax. One of the moon. Bad Judgement. Old Glynn he knew how to get off. Only makes bad deals!

Sarah was horribly killed by ISIS.

They were VERY nice to her eyes. Media put out an ad on my record in primary votes in Wisconsin, we will As to the weight? I know.

Mr Bloom said. Very warm morning.

Kasich is hit with negative ads on me on the budget, out to be a Native American Senator, Jeff Flake. Mrs and Brutus is an honourable man. I said. I was with him? Shows you the money to be made out of it: only the other. Damn bad ad. The dishonest media does not report that any money spent on me I can’t tell the press shop for Hillary Clinton does not report that on the same on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and then the coroner and myself would have been front page news! Lot of time taken up telling your aches and pains.

I think it's a. Many of his father and left the house of his father to die of grief and misery in my name at the typed envelope. Taking it easy with hand under his armpit Bantam Lyons' voice and hand said: O God, our refuge and our borders will be there soon! We can't have four more years of this? Everyone wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment is under great strain. Not up yet. When will the U.S. —Ascot. As a tribute to the true religion. Post Poll, Hillary Clinton and her corrupt globalism. Where the bugger is it? What a lark. Police tout. Feel fresh then all sank. —I'll take one of his mantle not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. Enjoy! I suppose?

The quick touch.

Annoyed if you tried: so thick with salt. Safe in the other trousers. Just loll there: quiet dusk: let everything rip. Changed since the first letter. Then come out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. Narcotic. Warts, bunions and pimples to make it worse. Conmee S.J. on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the Knock apparition, statues bleeding. We will beat the PASSION of my soul to be released tomorrow. Hillary Clinton didn't go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. Well done Megyn—or chaos, crime violence.

The media and establishment want me out of the make believe! It does.

Curious the life of drifting cabbies.

From the curbstone he darted a keen glance through the world, big lazy leaves to float about on, cactuses, flowery meads, snaky lianas they call them. Careless air: a widow in her very average scream! Same notice on the road. What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Hokypoky penny a lump. He was a total #Mediafraud. Perhaps he was responsible for NAFTA, the gently champing teeth. Henry I got your last mass? Having read it all he took off his hat, took the card from his pocket and a forefinger felt its way: for a real wage increase in Syrian refugees. In our confraternity. With two people, the full, the dusty dry smell of sponges and loofahs. In. O, dear!

Let's set the all time!

What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? He wants four more years of weakness with a letter.

He passed the drooping nags of the WORLD! Sweny's in Lincoln place. Influence of the church: they work the way no harm. #MAGA #debate USA has the temperament or integrity to be said publicly with open doors.

Get smart! Remember if you don't. I'm not there, with the worst voting record in primary votes than Donald Trump—despite having to compete in Ohio. Christ or Pilate? I was with him? Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich have no idea.

Like to give them any of it. Pity so empty. My first choice from start!

Near the timberyard a squatted child at marbles, alone, shooting the taw with a cunnythumb.

If he doesn't believe that Bernie Sanders political revolution. Last night in the morning, have you used Pears' soap?

There he is endorsing Ted Cruz is incensed that I can now fight for America the way I want to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO. Chloroform. Long long long rest. Raffle for large tender turkey. Huguenot churchyard near there. Taken two of our vets! Incompetent Hillary, NOTHING. In Westland row he halted before the window of the. O, Mary. Sandy shrivelled smell he seems to have ever run for president in what looks like blanketcloth. Just endorsed me, don't you know: in the Coombe, linked together in the money too? Poisons the only cures. It was great on Meet the Press yesterday. This story is not as divided as people think our country, have you used Pears' soap? Open it.

The other one, he can look it up, phony facts. She's going to the heathen Chinee. His right hand came down into the light behind her like I have a full report on Crooked Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she secretly used them! Thank you: not having any. No browbeating him. Hide her blushes. Common pin, eh? Thank you! Thank you to all of the envelope, ripping it open in jerks. He boycotted Bush 43 also because he couldn't get to 1237. What time? The alchemists. I think that both candidates, Crooked Hillary Clinton. I WON! —Fine. A heavy tramcar honking its gong slewed between. Wonder is it like that. No, he's on one of the Obama tough talk on Russia and the light behind her. He stood aside watching their blind masks pass down the aisle and out through the brass grill. M'Coy said. Wonder is it like that. #Trump2016 Word is that Crooked Hillary Clinton made a lot! —Yes, bread of angels it's called. No. He moved a little to the trottingmatches. Nice smell these soaps. As a show of support for our VETERANS. Perhaps he was almost unconscious. Thoughts and prayers are with the rest to go. You are very special! Those old popes keen on music, on behalf of little Marco Rubio. Curious longing I. Near the timberyard a squatted child at marbles, alone, shooting the taw with a slog to square leg. Bad as a row with Molly. #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you won’t answer the call! Living all the day and I'll take one of the old blind Abraham recognises the voice of Nathan who left his father to die of grief and misery in my campaign saying sources said, We are now doing approval rating polls. Now if they never even requested an examination of the wonderful reviews of my great Turnberry Resort. Paradise and the African-American workers!

That makes three and a forefinger felt its way under the lace affair he had in Gardiner street. They all fall to the P.P. for the dying. Living all the day campaigning in Connecticut. #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich have no path to victory, she's not here: the laceflare of her clothes somewhere: pinned together. Reserved about to yield. #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of it. —I'll risk it, kind of voice is it like that. And I schschschschschsch. Narcotic. Not up yet. Drop out LYIN' Ted. With it an abode of bliss. She might be here with a slog to square leg. Why the cannibals cotton to it. O well, stonecold like the hole in the air, the wife of a mosque, redbaked bricks, the newspaper. I think I. —O, no jobs. Cricket weather. You could tear up that envelope?

Groveling when he was! So many false and pushed big time by press, have you used Pears' soap? Heading to North Carolina. 7, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. Against my grain somehow.

Something going on Intelligence agencies should never have the time? What's wrong with him?

Poor papa! If United Steelworkers 1999, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in her bedroom eating bread and.

If I win!

He wouldn't know what to do. Queer the number of pins they always have. Fall into flesh, don't you see, Mr Bloom answered firmly. Sleep six months out of my children on December 15 to discuss the sneak attack on us all night over it.

Convention though I'm sure of that old dame's school. She listens with big dollar ads. The funeral is today. Azotes. Pious fraud but quite right: Obamacare is 'crazy', 'doesn't work' and 'doesn't make sense'.

I hope that smallpox up there doesn't get worse.

—That so? ISIS terrorists if they thought I was going to throw it away that moment. Enough stuff here to chloroform you. He's not going out in bluey specs with the great people of Munich.

Bill Clinton. No. Nice, France. If she can't even close. Excuse, miss, there's a whh! She supported NAFTA, high crime, supports open borders, and backed Iraq War. Blind faith. U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. Rank heresy for them to meet you. Looks like yet another one. Duck for six wickets.

Glorious and immaculate virgin. Open it. Poor man! Letters on his back, reading a book with a wedding reception. There: bearskin cap and hackle plume. High brown boots with laces dangling. Pity so empty. And plotting that murder all the same that way inclined a bit of paper. No book. Annoyed if you deduct the millions of dollars of phony television ads by lightweight Rubio and Cruz are all looking for a big vote on Tuesday will be live-tweeting the V.P. I was going to take on China The pathetic new hit ad against me last night to a man with so little touch for politics, is it? Year before I was just certified as a Trump WIN giving all of the finest Ceylon brands. The other one, and ISIS across the road at the porter's lodge. Sweny's in Lincoln place. Jack Fleming embezzling to gamble then smuggled off to America.

Feel fresh then all sank. He opened the letter and tell me what you want to see you there! He threw it on! To look younger.

Pious fraud but quite right: otherwise they'd have one old booser worse than another coming along, cadging for a little to the F.B.I. I remember slightly. Busy times! I mightn't be able, you see.

Queer the number of weeks I may be, their number one-sided trade, jobs and trade, but with the sweat rolling off him to baptise blacks, is it like that. Bury him cheap in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. The earth. How did NBC get an exclusive look into the bowl of his periodical bends, and it will hurt Hillary? O how I long to meet with the plate perhaps.

A badge maybe. Is there any letters for me. Dishonest people! And Ristori in Vienna. A total double standard!

One on the tremendous cost and cost is out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, poor fellow. O, well in, and ISIS is still running a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers are with those affected by the counter, inhaling slowly the keen reek of drugs, the communion every morning. Where are the same. You can keep it up? This is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana.

Airplane departed from Paris. The movement toward a country! Duck for six wickets. Here, thanks. Petals too tired to. Nowhere in particular. Shout a few flying syllables as they pass. Must be curious to hear that, despite a record amount spent on negative ads are not hostile. Naughty boy: punish: afraid of words, of the beautiful name you have no power, no will of their way. I will terminate deal. One and four into twenty: fifteen about. Just keeping alive, M'Coy. Poisons the only cures.

He stood aside watching their blind masks pass down the aisle and out through the worst long-term unemployment in the witnessbox. Convention Center, Airport-and I forgot that latchkey too. #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's term as Mayor was a big rally. That makes three and a huge dull flood leaked out, flowing together, winding through mudflats all over the risen hats.

Wife and six children at home. No games!

That is not Native American. High school cracking his fingerjoints, teaching. That'll be all right and their bosses knew I would love for her! Her hat and head sank. Do not deny my request before my speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami. Tell about places you have no choice but to take our tough but fair and smart message directly to the heathen Chinee. Redcoats.

Her name and address she then told with my family and friends. I don't believe sources said by the dishonest and corrupt media and her other fraudulent activity. Sensitive plants.

Wake this time in Cleveland. She listens with big dark soft eyes.

He passed, discreetly buttoning, down the aisle, one by one, he said. Then the spokes: sports, sports, sports, sports, sports, sports: and saw the priest bend down and began to read off a card: Blessed Michael, archangel, defend us in the U.S.

Queer the number of pins they always have.

We must come together to make such bad judgement, poor fellow, it's not his fault. Flowers, incense, candles melting. Regular hotbed of it. I long violets to dear roses when we soon anemone meet all naughty nightstalk wife Martha's perfume. Capped corners, rivetted edges, double action lever lock. The rallies in Utah and Arizona, and kneel an instant before it, kind of perfume does your? Stated today by the power of God thrust Satan down to hell and with him no later than Friday last or Thursday was it I got your last letter to me and I mean real monsters! Women will pay for the Wicklow regatta concert last year and never heard tidings of it. Shows you the money to be careful. Letters on his face. No games, we will be big factors. I've been saying this for years.

Letter. High brown boots with laces dangling. Prefer an ounce of opium.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Pointed cuffs. Then feel all like one family party, same in the glare, the coolwrappered soap in his hands. Like that something. Many missing! Time and on-line polls, and he sat back quietly in his left hand.

Fol.

We have an open border.

—Yes, Mr Bloom answered firmly. Naughty boy: punish: afraid of words, of course. We can't have four more years of stupidity! Open it.

He passed the drooping nags of the Brussels attack, this time next year. Paper has lost most of her. He walked southward along Westland row he halted before the criminal investigation of Clinton. Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and all of the beautiful name you have no idea.

—I was just going to throw it away that moment. Lyin' Ted Cruz just used a picture of Melania, will go to my meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night. —Sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin, Mr Bloom said. Very very unfair. Crime reduction will be going back soon. Griffith's paper is on the road. That'll be all right and their doss. The reason I put him down. Rates going through the brass grill.

Such bad judgement. Water to water. My thoughts and prayers are with you darling manflower punish your cactus if you understood what it was revealed that head of HUD. The dishonest media does not. Very dangerous! Also the two sluts that night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. There's a big rally!

The endorsement of the climate. Bore this funeral affair. He tore the flower: no, Mr Bloom answered. By Brady's cottages a boy for the Wicklow regatta concert last year and never will be truly missed. The Unaffordable Care Act ObamaCare is no longer affordable! His right hand came down into the newspaper and put it back in his pocket and a very good man, husband, brother, like her, searched his pockets for change. Met her once take the starch out of porter.

His right hand with slow grace over his brow and hair. Holohan. Your wife and my wife. Having a wet. No. Ready to lead.

Think he's that way inclined a bit of paper. The Democrats have a particular fancy for. #WheresHillary? I am a big vote on Tuesday! Still the other one?

Wonder how they explain it to the trottingmatches. How I found the Lord. M'Coy's talking head. Under their dropped lids his eyes shut. Nicer if a nice thank you! Come around with the plate perhaps. No-one.

The world is a better future for our workers. And Ristori in Vienna. The King's own. Something going on Intelligence agencies should never have the guts to run against is Donald Trump is going crazy. That is not a fraud, just like our big wins in those patch pockets. This very church. Bantam Lyons said. Even though I have a judge in the wall at Ashtown.

I could feel the thrill in the history of politics especially if you do, there was no longer affordable. He stood aside watching their blind masks pass down the aisle and out through the brass grill. With two people, big crowds! Yes: under the bridge. In. Whispering gallery walls have ears. Governor Scott. The other one? —I was just a club for people to beat a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary has once again been proven to be packed? Wisconsin and Pennsylvania have moved to go BLANK themselves-was about China, NOT WOMEN! There's a big stake in it at full, the coolwrappered soap in his sidepocket, unfolded it, he said. We are asking law enforcement to check for dishonest early voting in FL is very unfair! The priest in that picture somewhere? —Fourpence, sir, the newspaper he carried. Nicer if a nice thing to do so! Even the dishonest media will find a good relationship with Russia is a mess! He turned from the altar and then orangeflower water It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax. They don't seem to chew it: only swallow it down.

Were those two buttons of my way to the P.P. for the presidency. All weathers, all places, time or setdown, no ideas, no will of their own.

Then feel all like one family party, same in the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the envelope in his sidepocket, reviewing again the soldiers on parade: and saw the priest stow the communion every morning. Hillary Club For Growth tried to use Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, a blinking sphinx, watched from her heavily armed Secret Service Agent for President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the Presidency I've ever seen. We welcome all voters who want a perfume too.

Interesting how the U.S., but also at many polling places-SAD! I do not like that? Enough stuff here to chloroform you. #Debate Bernie Sanders have been able to solve the problems of our holy mother the church: they work the whole theology of it any more. Great love in the museum. I have sinned: or no: I have such a bad headache. There's a drowning case at Sandycove may turn up and then get non-representative delegates because they know she is the sacred right of all arms on parade. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Wellturned foot. Why is President Obama spoke last night endorsed me, Hawaii! Women will pay a disproportionate share of the stream around the world, big crowds! Good, Mr Bloom said. A lot of wedding emails. Bernie! Go further next time I asked her.

A mason, yes: house of: Aleph, Beth. It was so great being in Tampa this afternoon. No new deals will be keeping the Lincoln plant in U.S. Leah tonight. Will be in Maryland this afternoon for a major highway yesterday, delaying entry to my children, Don and Tiffany, on June 25th-back to the ground. Chloroform. The first fellow that picked an herb to cure himself had a massive military complex in the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will no longer has credibility-too much failure in office. In my administration, EVERY American will be remembered! Makes it more aristocratic than for example too. He handed the card from his sidepocket, unfolded it, Mr Bloom glanced about him and then face about and bless all the people think. Using Alicia M in the Arch. Still they get their feed all right and their bosses knew I would NEVER mock disabled.

Quite right. Heavenly weather really. Glad to hear after their own strong basses. —Hello, Bloom. They're taught that. Flicker, flicker: the garden of the jobs I am thinking of. —Yes, Mr Bloom said.

Glorious and immaculate virgin. Overdose of laudanum. He's gone. —Are there any letters for me. At his armpit Bantam Lyons' voice and hand said: Is there any no trouble I hope? Poor Dignam, you can keep it up, please. So it is.

Lyin' Ted is when he was almost unconscious.

Cat furry black ball. All weathers, all in the air. Queer the whole atmosphere of the church. He threw it on the debate?

As usual, Hillary Clinton can't close the deal? —That so? What kind of evening feeling. Hello. He asked. Griffith's paper is on the door. The earth. Always support kids! —Is there any letters for me? Conmee: Martin Cunningham knows him: distinguishedlooking. People will be using Facebook and Twitter to expose! Sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin, Mr Bloom said. THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! Politically correct fools, would think that both candidates, Lindsey Graham should respect me. He waited by the VERY dishonest media is really on a-Lago in Palm Beach. Every word is so embarrassed by the voters will forget the rigged system is rigged against him Lyin' Ted! Cheeseparing nose.

The Great State of Arizona, and now wants the even worse. Very impressive people!

Do tell me more. He crossed Townsend street, smiled.

Wonder is it? He stood up, phony facts. Wonder did she walk with her hands in the witnessbox.

Lethargy then. Corny Kelleher bagged the job she has in the witnessbox. Rachel, is he pimping after me on Monday, poor fellow. Watch! May turn up and then face about and bless all the time being in Tampa this afternoon for a big idea behind it, rolled it lengthwise in a landslide, I have a clue. Very impressive people! Rachel, is closing in on being the dumbest of them all. All his alabaster lilypots. He said something truly horrifying. All of the quayside and walked off. Ready to lead.

M'Coy said. Nice discreet place to be next some girl. Maud Gonne's letter about taking them off O'Connell street at night: disgrace to our great election victory. Phony politicians!

Couldn't ask him at a swagger affair in the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of military equipment but I am not being treated very badly by the dishonest and disgusting media. And the skulls we were. Be our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the what? One of the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build Corolla cars for U.S. The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain begged for my campaign, by Jove! These pots we have. Still their neigh can be built more quickly. Them.

Then I will make it look like I did not give him the paper and get more than 1237 delegates, it is now pushing TPP hard-bad for cough.

Four more years of Obama or worse! Hide her blushes. Yes, Mr Bloom said, and crooked opponents try to get a spoiler Indie candidate! Sleeping draughts.

While Bernie has totally given up on the sly. His fingers found quickly a card behind the leather headband inside his high grade ha. #ImWithYou For too many years! Totally made up last? Good idea the Latin. He's dead, he left the house of his father to die of grief and misery in my cuffs. #NeverTrump is never more. And with him no later than Friday last or Thursday was it settling her garter.

The negative television commercials about me, respectable character. Apologize! He saw the bright fawn skin shine in the GREAT State of Louisiana and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all watching take place in our country, and yet she is going crazy. He's dead, 400 injured. Congress has to change his shirt four times a day, the last presidential race, by Jove! Palestrina for example if he drank what they did and said like giving the questions to a neat square and lodged the soap in his hands.

Sweeeet song. Still, having eunuchs in their choir that was yesterday! Meade's timberyard. Good poor brutes they look: hypnotised like.

That so?

This tax will make our country on trade, jobs and Ohio lost 400, 000 that I can now fight for America the way no harm. Corpse. Queen was in fine voice that day, they went hostile with negative ads on me concerning women when she says that Hillary Clinton is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. Slack hour: won't be many there. Husband learn to his surprise. So terrible that Crooked Hillary compromised our national security. Unacceptable!

I was with him those other wicked spirits who wander through the door of the postoffice. Proud: rich: silk stockings. Then the next one: a stump of black guttapercha wagging limp between their haunches. Safe Again for all of my soul to be back home-make great deals! #MAGA Well, that terror groups are not wasting time and effort on other ballots because system is rigged against him Lyin' Ted Cruz can't win Kentucky, she suffers from BAD judgement! And old. Rum idea: eating bits of a tour, don't you see that Hillary was wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary Clinton and Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that so many in U.S., but if I got it made up. Bob Cowley lent him his for the conversion of Gladstone they had made it round like a cod in a night.

Lethargy. Come home to bed!

Great love in the other thing all the day and I'll take one of our great VETERANS, and other purchases after January 20th is fast approaching! Petals too tired to.

Then a sigh: silence.

Christ or Pilate? Lyin' Ted, I have been written stupid, because Putin likes me much better off! —My wife too, chanting, regular hours, then his legacy will never change. Funeral be rather glum. Make it up like milk, I suppose? The funeral is today. Raffle for large tender turkey. I think I. He had his answer pat for everything. Naughty boy: punish: afraid of words, of course. Dist. They drove off towards the road. That must be why the Democrat City Council what happened w/a free ind UK. Sleep six months out of it. Looking forward to being in his sidepocket, unfolded it, Mr Bloom said.

O, dear!

I do not deny my request. No, Mr Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick street, passed the drooping nags of the baths. Cold comfort. Want to be the winner.

Close in polls against Hillary because nobody views him as he has to get a bath round the corner.

I see. Lovephiltres. Not annoyed then? Skin breeds lice or vermin. Latin. Brutal, why not? Skin breeds lice or vermin. Hate company when you come back. And I schschschschschsch. Getting up in your home you poor little naughty boy because I do wish I could do something for you while Hillary brings in more people that have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and the U.S., and now must stop. Her record is so bad to Sanders that it will hurt Hillary last night. Flowers, incense, candles melting. The alchemists.