#also it gives me an excuse to use my antique pink glasses

[july-19th-club]

i think this might be the first time ive ever bought a bottle of wine with an actual cork . malbec. good gracious . im grownup

[eddysocs]

What If It’s You - Chapter One (Of All The Bars…)

Summary: Alex is set for a relaxing night of alcohol and debauchery, but when a beautiful stranger comes walking in, she may just rethink her plans.

Word Count: 1,187

Warnings: Alcohol, one bad but joking pickup line

The neon sign of The Blue Lounge beckoned Alexandra inside. Her first day at work down in Houston called for a drink, and if she was lucky, a girl to take home for the night. She sat herself at the end of the bar, giving the bartender a nod that she was ready to order. "What'll it be," he asked.

"I’ll take an Old Fashioned." As he prepared her drink she took a glance around the room. There was a cute brunette a short ways down the bar, but she was flirting rather intently with the guy next to her, so Alexandra turned her attention elsewhere. That’s when she spotted two women come in and sit at a table right in her line of sight. A redhead and a blonde. Despite how loud the blonde one was, Alexandra still couldn’t quite make out the details of their conversation. Though if she were honest with herself, it was partly because she was too busy checking out the redhead with her.

She gave a quick glance and a muttered thank you to the bartender as he slid her drink over to her. She lifted the glass to her lips, never taking her eyes off the two of them as she took a sip, noting just how many of the men in the bar seemed to be taking an interest in them both. When the blonde moved to excuse herself several minutes later, Alexandra saw that as her prime opportunity to make her move.

Quickly downing the rest of her Old Fashioned, Alexandra came over to the high table and propped her elbow on it, leaning into the redhead's view.

"There must be something wrong with my eyes. I can’t seem to take them off of you. Now that’s out of the way, hi, I’m Alexandra, but most people call me Alex."

With a small chuckle, the other woman responded. "Hi, Alex, the name's Reba. Say, you’re not from around here, are you?"

"What tipped you off? It’s the accent, right," Alex joked. Reba laughed and Alex took the opportunity to explain a bit. "I’m actually from California but I came out here for dental school and just sort of stayed after I graduated."

This seemed to take Reba by surprise as her eyebrows raised. "Dental school?"

"Not a fan of dentists," Alex asked, still trying to keep things light.

"My ex husband is a dentist," she stated.

"Ex husband," Alex replied, intrigued, but also trying not to let the revelation dash her hopes.

"I don’t know if you saw her, but the woman I came in with," Reba explained, "is his new wife."

"Well I already figured he was stupid if he left you. Now I know just how stupid." Again Reba laughed and Alex swore it was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. "Speaking of your, uh, is friend the right word? She’s standing in the corner staring at us."

Reba turned and caught sight of her, waving her over. "Alex, meet Barbra Jean. BJ, this is Alexandra."

Alex smiled politely, and shook Barbra Jean's hand when she offered it, but she wasn’t so thrilled about the interruption. Yet she supposed she had to make the best of it. She’d certainly gotten through stickier situations. "Can I buy some drinks for the table," Alex asked.

"Actually, I saw a pretty rare Beanie Baby in the window of the antique shop next door, so I’m going to check that out, but you gals go ahead." With that, Barbra Jean bowed out, leaving Alex alone with Reba again. Maybe she wasn’t so bad, Alex thought. "So, what can I get you," Alex asked.

"I’ll take a Pink Squirrel," Reba said. Alex went to the bar and ordered another Old Fashioned for herself and a Pink Squirrel for Reba. When she came back with the drinks, they were quiet for a moment, each taking a sip of their respective drinks.

Alex wanted to blame Barbra Jean for making her lose her edge, but it wasn’t that. No, it was Reba. She wasn’t at all like the girls she usually picked up in bars. College girls looking to experiment for the night, no strings attached. She could charm them with ease. But the more she got to know Reba, the more she left her tongue tied. She wasn’t about to be Alex's one night conquest, and Alex didn’t want her to be.

"So, did this ex husband come with a family," Alex finally asked. Not the most subtle way to bring it up, but it was out there now.

"Three kids," Reba confirmed. "Cheyenne, Kyra and little Jake, though he’s not quite so little anymore."

"Tell me about them," Alex prompted, somewhat surprised at herself for genuinely wanting to hear. She’d never dated a woman with kids before. Not that this was a date, but hadn’t that been what she was hoping for when she’d come over here?

"I can do you one better. I got pictures." Cracking the biggest, most beautiful smile Alex had seen from her all night, Reba scooted her chair closer to Alex and pulled out some pictures of her kids from her purse. Alex listened as she told stories about Cheyenne and then Kyra, and then Jake. At some point the stories all blurred together as Alex focused less on her words and more on the way her blue eyes sparkled as she spoke them.

This was dangerous territory, letting herself fall so easily for a woman she stood so little chance with. She could save herself the heartbreak of rejection if she just ended it here. Snapping her away from her thoughts was Reba's voice, once again clear in her muddled mind. "I’m sorry, I must be boring you to tears."

"Quite the opposite. Your family sounds amazing. It’s not hard to see you love them." At the word love, Alex's eyes traveled down to Reba's lips, staying there for just a moment until she realized she was doing it and then she quickly looked away. Now would be a good time for that exit she was just thinking about.

"I’ve had a wonderful time talking with you tonight, but I’ve got an early morning at the new job, so I’ll have to say goodnight." Alex practically had to force the words to come out of her mouth because the last thing she wanted to do was to say goodbye. Yet still, as Reba was preoccupied with putting her pictures away, Alex scribbled down her name and number on a napkin and slipped it in the small pile beside Reba.

"Well I better stop Barbra Jean from adding any more to her Beanie Baby collection. I hope we'll meet again sometime."

Whether it was just a pleasantry or possibly something more, Alex couldn’t tell, yet the words made her heart flutter anyway. "I hope so too," was all she said back. Reba hadn’t asked for her number, so maybe it was just nice words and nothing more. All Alex really knew is that she’d remember this night, and Reba, for a very long time to come.

🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

-> Chapter Two

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[cheri-translates]

Alone on Christmas

A one-shot dedicated to my Secret Santa partner, @beautiful-mystic-mess​

♡ MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU PRECIOUS GIRL ♡

And major appreciation to @ginkgowritings​ who initiated this wholesome exchange and for feeding us quality Gavin content :>

Mildly suggestive!

[ a week before christmas ]

“How could you do this?!”

“I’m sorry.”

“You. Are. The. Worst. Boyfriend. Ever.”

“I know.”

“How could you leave your adorable girlfriend alone on Christmas?”

“Mm, she’s adorable.”

“...”

A zephyr rakes up dried leaves, pulling them into a dance in mid-air. This dazzling display would have left you in awe, if you weren’t currently fuming.

Gavin presses a chaste kiss to your right temple. You huff, a cloud of mist leaving your parted lips.

It’s nearly impossible to stay mad at him.

“I’m going to miss this,” you grumble, voice slightly muffled by the azure scarf you’re sharing with him. 

Giving your laced hands an angry squeeze in the left pocket of his jacket, Gavin halts in his footsteps in the middle of the empty park.

“I’ll only be gone for two weeks, and even though I might not be contactable…” his voice falters when he sees the tears prickling the corners of your eyes, glistening under the glow of streetlights.

Eyes widening, he quickly removes himself from the scarf and stands in front of you, wrapping the wool evenly around your shoulders. Cradling your face, he tilts your chin upwards and gently scoops away the pearly droplets with his calloused thumbs. 

“I really am the worst boyfriend,” he murmurs, slight panic in his eyes.

The last thing you want Gavin to see before he leaves tomorrow is your crying face.

You smack him in the chest, then turn away to rub the heels of your palms roughly against your face. However, it’s a futile effort as the tears return in a continuous, unrelenting supply.

“What if... what if something happens?” You choke, words surfacing in a blubber as you sob messily.

Gavin turns you around to face him, as though he’s inspecting a fragile antique. He draws you into an embrace, and you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

A light swirl of wind tangles and tosses the scent of mint in your surroundings.

“Nothing will happen. I promise.” he whispers into your hair.

He draws back, flitting his lips across your face, every peck removing the tears, the sadness of his impending departure, and the clouds of uncertainty. 

The ticklish sensation causes you to giggle.

Gavin gazes into your slightly reddened eyes, then brings your right hand to his lips, planting a kiss on your engagement ring.

“I’ll make it up to you when I get back.”

--

[ four days before christmas ]

The house is silent, save for the occasional tapping of the keyboard and the almost imperceptible whirring of Sparky Jr. Jr. the Zoombot.

“Maybe Kiro’s Christmas album could turn this gloomy season around,” you muse to yourself, scrolling through your playlist before settling on a bubbly rendition of “All I Want For Christmas Is You” to inject some festive vibes into the room.

Leaning back against your chair, you return your gaze to the document on the laptop screen. You thought burying yourself in work would make the days more bearable. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to have such a desired effect.

Whenever you worked at home, Gavin would drop by the study room and bring you warm drinks, your favourite snacks, and words of encouragement to keep your momentum going.

You stare at the pink, bunny-shaped post-it note stuck to the top right corner of the laptop: I’ll be home soon. You can do this, my girl.

He had stuck it there before he left. But it seems he’s also taken your motivation along with him.

You sigh.

--

[ christmas day ]

The dullness of winter hangs above you as you drag your feet down the familiar street, boots sinking into the soft snow. 

The streets are livelier than usual, with raucous children pressing their ruddy cheeks against the glass windows, cooing over the newest toys.

Aside from you, no one is alone. Seeing everyone accompanied by their partner, friends and family gives you a stark reminder of how the person you wanted to spend Christmas with is currently in an unknown location and in an unknown condition.

Catching sight of your gloomy reflection in a glass window, you hurriedly smoothen the crease in between your brows, perking yourself up. You don’t want to ruin the company’s Christmas party for everyone.

This year, your contribution to the party is in the form of baking Christmas goodies. Not wanting to mess it up, you even sought the advice of Victor beforehand on how to make the perfect chocolate cupcakes. 

Although the goodies turned out slightly different from the images he sent you, you trust that your employees wouldn't dare to complain given that the fate of their monthly salaries rests in your hands. At least, not in your presence.

--

After storing the box of cupcakes in the pantry’s fridge, you head over to the main office. 

“Boss!” Minor greets enthusiastically once you step inside, squatting down next to the Christmas tree standing tall in the corner of the room.

Although the branches are already weighed down with tons of decorations, Minor continues digging through the cardboard box filled with ornaments, seeking to further embellish it.

“We’re almost done,” Kiki says proudly, taking a step back to admire the tree. “All that’s left is for Eli to-"

“Kiki!” Willow interrupts loudly. “I think we need more fairy lights.”

“Eli?” You repeat, utterly confused. “Wh-”

“Anyway,” Anna pipes up, handing you a Santa hat so you can match with the rest of them. “Since you’ve been such a wonderful boss, we thought we should give you something you’re sure to love.”

“Yes, make a guess!” Minor chimes in, standing up and clasping his hands together excitedly. “We’ll give you three tries.”

A thud from the file cabinet draws everybody’s attention. The door swings open, revealing none other than a familiar figure curled up in a foetal position at the bottom shelf.

But how is this possible? 

A ghost? 

Did you finally go insane after plowing through all those proposals for Victor over the past few days?

“Bro Gavin! You were supposed to wait for our signal!” Minor huffs in mild irritation.

“...it’s really cramped.”

You watch, frozen in position, as he struggles to extricate himself from the clutches of the cabinet. 

Straightening up and patting some dust off his hands, his face breaks out into a handsome, slightly sheepish smile as he mouths your name. 

“Gavin!” You lunge at him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug. He responds instinctively by pressing you closer to himself, and you can feel the rumbling of his chest as he chuckles softly.

Ignoring the flush on your cheeks when you hear whistles from around you, you draw back, staring at him in wide-eyed disbelief.

Then, you fire a series of questions at Officer Gavin:

“Are you real?”

“Yes.”

“When did you get back?”

“This morning. The mission ended earlier than expected.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “I wanted to give you a surprise.”

“Are you hurt?”

“Nope...?”

“Gavin helped with the decorations.” Kiki pipes up excitedly, pointing at the unevenly cut paper snowflake garlands strung on the walls.

Catching the hesitance in Gavin’s response and Kiki’s input, you lift his hands up. As expected, you notice the razor-thin paper cuts donning his fingers. 

You bring them to your lips, blowing on them. “My Gavin is a poor liar as always.”

“And I thought their posts on Moments were bad enough...” Minor gripes good-naturedly, gesturing for everyone to leave the room. “We’ll go decorate the pantry now~”

Knowing glances are exchanged among the group as they flee from the scene, giving the two of you some privacy.

All the heaviness in your heart from the days before seem to melt away as you stand on your tiptoes, kissing him with all the fiery passion you have in your being. You can feel him laughing against your lips.

“It’s only been seven days,” he breathes in between kisses. You feel like crying with joy, but only laughter bubbles from your throat. Breathless and blissful laughter.

“Seven days is too long,” You respond, planting kisses on whatever skin you can reach on his handsome face. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he echoes. He pulls your face away from his just so he can simply look at you, his liquid pools of amber drinking you in.

The door slams open with a thud.

“Did anyone miss me?” Eli bellows, strolling into the room with a tower of presents.

-

The party commences soon after that. Gifts are exchanged (Minor knitted Thorny a mini Santa hat), glasses are clinked, and separate conversations take place.

While it’s nice to be a part of the liveliness, you feel pretty overwhelmed and drained soon after. Offering to bring the cupcakes out, you politely excuse yourself from the intense discussion with the girls on which was the worst Christmas movie on Netflix this year.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see that Gavin is currently engaged in a conversation with Minor (though it looks more like a one-sided effort on the latter’s part). You decide not to disturb their moment of bonding, and head out by yourself.

-

Taking small sips from a glass of water, you fiddle mindlessly with the round magnets on the refrigerator, relishing this short breather. 

Once you feel sufficiently rested, you pull the fridge doors open, retrieving the familiar box.

“Are you okay?”

The sudden voice causes you to jolt, and you almost drop your precious cupcakes.

"Mm, I’m fine. Just bringing the desserts out," you tell Gavin with a shrug.

"That can wait," he says simply. One large hand glides between yours and the tray, snatching it away, and sliding it onto the counter next to you. “I said I’d make it up to you when I got back.”

Now that the obstruction is out of the way, he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his lips to yours. You giggle, hands moving up to lace through his hair as you try to bring him closer than he already is. 

He crushes you tightly against his body, easily lifting your feet off the ground and seating you atop the counter. There isn’t even enough room for air to fit between the both of you.

His teeth travel upwards, grazing the soft lobe of your ear, making you shiver deliciously.

“Gavin, not... not now,” you’re trying very hard to keep your volume down. 

“Hm?” His warm breath tickles your skin. Caressing your cheek, he peppers feathery kisses down your jawline, ending with gentle licks and nibbles on your neck. “Why not?”

What happened to the boy who used to blush at the mere thought of talking to you?

“We’re in the office,” you respond lamely, attempting to pry him away without using any strength whatsoever. Your body betrays you, and you feel your grip around his neck tightening so he couldn’t go anywhere even if he tried.

Someone in the doorway clears their throat.

As though you got scalded, you release your hold on him and hop off the counter.

You lift your head to see a teasing Eli, his brows arched in bemusement as he splays his fingers over his eyes. "Please refrain from using the office furniture inappropriately.”

While you smoothen your slightly rumpled clothes and, Eli stuffs a Santa hat into Gavin’s hand. 

“Here,” Eli says, injecting faux urgency into his voice. “Wear this.”

“No.”

Already expecting Gavin to refuse from the get-go, Eli waggles his brows.

“If you wear it, maybe you could...” His voice dips into an audible whisper. “Slide into her chimney tonight.”

Gavin coughs, dealing a painful blow to Eli’s torso. “Get out.”

“Ah, my spleen.” Eli winces exaggeratedly, grabbing the box of goodies off the counter. “I’ll keep the others occupied. Please lock the door next time. You’re welcome.”

With a wink, he makes his way back to the meeting room, shutting the door with a click.

Pretending that you didn’t hear Eli’s comment, you meet Gavin’s gaze once again. After staring each other for a few seconds, the two of you burst into embarrassed laughter.

He takes you into his arms with a contented sigh, nuzzling his chin against the top of your head.

"Merry Christmas. I’m happy to be home.”

-

ENDING THIS WITH ANOTHER POOR EDIT:

[valkyrieskwad]

i put a spell on you (because you're mine)

ao3

hi all! here’s the contribution i made to @supercorpzine​ this year!! it was a blast getting to work with so many talented people. hope it brought a little light to everyone’s 2020, we can sure use it.

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Kara Danvers has an awful habit of making Lena feel like she's falling apart.

It's a familiar sentiment in some ways—as a struggling nineteen-year-old witch, Lena's grown accustomed to falling apart over the simplest things about her magic, about learning spells and potions and figuring out her own identity enough to do incantations with any real meaning—but the way she falls apart about Kara feels different.

Maybe it's because they live in the same apartment, or because they finish each other's sentences and have the same taste in music and food and old English literature. Maybe it's because they spend their weekends getting lost in the aisles of antique bookstores, smiling too big as the dust collects in their hair, getting too excited about old newspaper clippings used as bookmarks stuffed between browning pages.

Maybe it's because Kara spends two hours every day meticulously looking after their house plants, chatting to them about her day with her golden-blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, and the sun bouncing off of her sharp blue eyes.

Maybe it's because Lena's in love with her, because she's absolutely hopeless for Kara, and she couldn't snap out of it even if she wanted to.

The two of them are like tree trunks planted right next to each other: separate roots and branches, but grafting together in the middle, growing taller and taller into something too intertwined to be anything other than inseparable.

-

"I was thinking of leaving," Kara whispers one night, completely out of the blue. It's late and they're on the couch, snuggled together underneath their quilted blanket—the first one they ever made together, decorated with different colored owls. Lena's eyes feel heavy, but she blinks them open as Kara shifts in closer and adds, "After I graduate, I mean. I feel like there's just so much of the world I still haven't seen yet, you know?"

"Mmm," Lena hums, but then it all catches up to her and she opens her mouth to say, "Oh," sucking in a deep breath and swallowing past the lump suddenly growing in her throat. "What do you feel like you haven't seen?"

"I haven't seen anything," Kara sighs, and it's like her words burn for some reason, etching hot across Lena's skin like a freshly inked tattoo. 

Lena feels like she's seen everything living here. She feels so in tune with the land around her, that she hasn't really thought of being anywhere else for a while now. Southern Oregon may not be the most interesting part of the country, but it's the only place that Lena's ever found a sense of community. It's the only place she's ever felt like she can be queer and a witch and magical and accepted. It's the only place she's ever felt a part of something larger than herself without feeling like she's being completely drowned out.

It's where she met Kara. It's where she fell in love. It's where she wants to stay.

"I didn't mean it that way," Kara says a few seconds later. "I just, I hear you and Andrea talking about all the things you've seen, and I feel like I want to see those things, too. I feel like I'm missing out on the world. Just being here."

There's a too-long pause that settles over them, but Lena eventually finds her voice to say, "If you want to see the world, I think you should," and then she tries not to think about what that means for them.

-

There are two things Lena remembers from her very first junior-witches potions class: 1) the first time she met Andrea and the way she smiled as she told Lena about solstice festivals and candle magic, about crystals and La Virgen and her immeasurable love for Santa Muerte, and 2) how serious the professor's face looked when she said, "Under no circumstances should you ever make a love potion."

They were nine years old, and the idea of a love potion made them both giggle and roll their eyes, adding more ingredients to their boiling pot as Andrea went back to talking about bonfires and spiced cider, evergreen and mistletoe and clove-spiked apples and oranges. 

If anyone had asked her back then, Lena would have said she'd never make a love potion.

"But Santa Muerte would accept you even if you did," Andrea had said.

Lena remembers that too.

-

She thinks about that when she does decide to make a love potion, when her head keeps spinning because Kara said she wants to leave, and Lena knows she wants to stay. She thinks about it as she adds each ingredient, whispering over and over that if she loses Kara, she'll lose herself too, like it's liturgical almost, an incantation, her way of broadcasting her strongest intention so the spell can get it right and Kara can love her, and they can stay here together, happily, forever.

She thinks about it when she decides the love potion is a bad idea, when she hides it in the back of the fridge because even if Santa Muerte will still accept her, she's not sure she'll be able to accept herself.

It's a tough decision, but it's the right one.

So, she pushes it to the back of her mind, tells herself it'll all be okay, and then she tries to sleep as best as she can.

-

She doesn't expect her world to end when she gets home the next day, when Kara meets her at the door and takes a deep breath, sighs, smiles, clears her throat, twiddling her fingers together as she says, "Sorry, but I might have eaten your stew in the fridge."

"Excuse me, what?" Lena asks, letting her backpack clunk to the floor, taking several deep, deep calming breaths before she asks, "My stew?"

"Yes," Kara says slowly, cheeks pinking up. "I'm sorry, I was just. Hungry. But it was delicious if that makes a difference."

Lena can't breathe. "The one in the back of the fridge?"

"Yes," Kara says again, blushing even harder, and heat floods through Lena so fast it suddenly feels like she's drowning. "The one in the glass Tupperware that was hidden behind the milk. The thing you always do with the food you don't want me to eat." 

"Why'd you eat it, then?" Lena whispers.

"I don't know," Kara admits. "But if you give me the recipe, I'm sure I could make it for you again. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay," Lena tells her, heart pounding, head swirling, because Kara looks hopeful and beautiful and Lena doesn't know how to tell her how much she royally messed up, how that stew shouldn't have been in the fridge in the first place, how it's written in the preface of 86% of spellbooks to never make a love potion, let alone leave one lying around. "I was just going to throw it out, anyway," she adds with a smile.

 She's pretty sure her life is over.

-

"I think I did something not good," Lena announces, and Andrea closes her book as she looks up at Lena, eyes glinting like she knows this is a big enough deal to warrant her undivided attention. This is, in fact, that serious. As a Scorpio sun Libra Venus, Lena absolutely hates complicated, messy situations, and this is as messy and complicated as it gets. "I need to talk to you about it."

"What kind of not good?" Andrea asks immediately.

"It’s not like, the end of the world, but it actually is the end of the world. I made a love potion that Kara ingested on accident, and I'm freaking out," Lena explains, shoulders inching their way to her ears as a blush inches its way across her cheeks. "I think I'm in trouble."

"Holy crap," Andrea mouths. "That's not good."

"Yeah, you're telling me," Lena groans, then she plops down on the couch next to Andrea and sighs, scuffing her shoe against the old wood of the apartment floor. "I don't think she even knows we're witches."

"What do you mean?" Andrea asks, leaning over so she's knocking shoulders with Lena. "I'm sure she's pieced it together by now."

"Yeah, maybe," Lena frowns. "But I'm pretty sure she thinks we're witches, but not witches. You know, the ones who make lavender salve and herbal tea and talk about tarot readings and natal charts. The ones who carry crystals around and garden and do candle magic without ever really knowing if it works."

"We are those kinds of witches," Andrea points out.

"Okay, yes, but we also do real magic, and we know it works. Crap," Lena groans, leaning forward and pressing her face into her palms. "How did this happen? I could get suspended from doing magic and lose Kara as a friend."

"Hey, it was an accident," Andrea reassures her, draping herself over Lena's back to hug around her. "I'm sure if you talk to her, you can fix this. It'll be okay, I promise. You'll be okay."

"I'll be okay," Lena repeats, and then she keeps saying it in her head until she feels like she believes it.

-

"A love potion?" Kara asks, and she's decidedly not upset. She's not even incredulous. Lena got so antsy she blurted everything out in the middle of making dinner, right after she dropped the colander three times and couldn't focus to save her life because she was so freaking flustered. So now Kara's standing next to a half-minced onion, slowly blinking her eyes with her arms folded across her chest, and she's... smiling. "You made a love potion?" she asks again, like this whole thing is funny and Lena's not falling apart. "Who'd you make it for?"

"I - well, I made it," Lena starts to say, then she takes a deep, sputtering breath, rolls her eyes, and huffs, "Who else would I have made it for?"

"Me?"

Lena sighs. "Yes, you. Because - well, because I want you to stay, but also because. I don't know," she finishes lamely. Then she takes in a long breath, presses her nails against her palm, and just says it, almost too quiet, but she's overwhelmed and feels dizzy. "Because I'm in love with you."

"I wasn't going to leave you behind," Kara says instantly, and Lena feels a bit relieved she just ignored the whole love thing. "I mean, I want to explore the world with you, it just - it came out wrong when I said it, and I got too nervous to fix it. But I always want to be with you. I want to go everywhere with you. You feel like home to me."

"Oh," Lena whispers. She was expecting a lot of things, but that wasn't one of them. Not those words, not phrased that way. She didn't expect Kara to just say that. "What are you saying?" she asks, just to clarify, looking down at her hands and trying her best to hide how flushed she feels.

Kara responds by taking a step forward, and then another, sucking in a nervous, shaky breath, and then she's leaning forward and kissing Lena—on the cheek at first, and then the corner of her mouth, and then she pulls away.

"I'm saying I already loved you," she says, stepping in even closer, filling Lena's space with so much comfort and love and warmth, that Lena feels a little like melting. "I'm also saying," Kara stretches out, and Lena can sense she's smiling before she looks up to see it, eyes latching on to Kara's too-pink lips, perfect and glistening even in the dim, 50-watt kitchen lighting. She's so pretty it's incomprehensible sometimes. "I didn't actually eat the stew. I sort of dropped it on the floor, but I thought it'd be better if I said—"

"Kara," Lena gushes out, like a reflex, like a breath of fresh air, like Kara's the most frustrating person she's ever met in her life. "You're kidding."

"I'm not," Kara says, smiling wider, then she fits her hands on Lena's waist, and Lena swallows, cheeks burning with both nerves and anticipation, and happiness.

Her brain is still stuck on the fact that she wasn't expecting this when Kara kisses her again, on the lips this time, but that doesn't stop her from closing her eyes, from pressing up and opening her mouth and kissing back until she's breathless.

"God, a love potion," Kara laughs, right against Lena's mouth, and then she goes back to kissing her again.

[dansedan]

Uhhhhh I guess this is a chaaaaaapter?????? could even be called.... the first chapter. Chapter One, mayhaps. Under the cut

I.

Father Quiffrey was small, for a man his age, and in tandem with his pallor and trim, uniform way of dress, it gave him an appearance of being almost doll-like. While the generous freckling and pink sunburn of his face and hands should be identical to those of the men Fleetfoot had worked alongside on his father’s ranch, he was nonetheless for the first few moments in his presence genuinely convinced that he might be meeting royalty, rather than picking up a penniless clergyman hired out by his family. The older man seemed to have anticipated the staring, nodding with a tight-lipped smile as he stepped past him and further into the bay, rejecting his offer to help him carry the meager luggage. His gesture was conscious, put-together in an over-serious way that only added to his oddity- the whole way from the dock to their lodgings he could picture the windup key sprouting out of his slender back. He couldn’t have ever imagined father Quiffrey, but once they’d met, he couldn’t forget him for a second after, either.

They kept rooms together but seldom spoke the first few months- taking train after train to get from New England to Colorado. Quiffrey spent most of his time nose deep in a ratty copy of the holy bible- tired from the long trip there, very likely homesick and confused- which Fleetfoot would pity if it didn’t give him so many great opportunities to look at him. The reverend seemed to be constantly conscious, every action plotted out in small and subtle ways, like a sailor’s signals. They ranged from common to bizarre- his way of walking (straight, steady) was like a soldier’s, his laugh (dry and airy, restrained) reminiscent of debutantes, and especially his look of focus (an odd frown tossed past his thin glasses, under the brim of his stiff, flat hat with his chin tucked piously into the neck of his cassock) which seemed inherited from a much larger man, fat and gaudy in the way he had imagined British priests to be. With time, he could see even himself in some of his partner’s gesture, and he would wonder who, then, these other people were to him at some point in his life. He never seemed to wonder, then, why he was so insistent on this observation, just followed the instinct unquestioningly, to the point that with the passing of time it became so constant that Quiffrey started to catch onto him. The reaction was always the same- a dry laugh, that same terse nod, and some comment or another to diffuse the tension built up in their meeting gazes.

“You are quite… observant, Mister Stevenson.” Or

“ah, are my recitations bothering you?” or

“nasty bit of weather here…” or

“well, I suppose that’s it for the night.”

Soon, the first drowsy month of their journey came to an end along with the train-trail. All these new small interactions- not just the offhand comments every so often, but humming hymns in the early morning, returning his glance now more assuredly with his own greeting gaze- were starting to accumulate in his mind, flashing inexplicably before his eyes during their brief moments apart. By the time of their entry into Colorado, Quiffrey seemed to have finally recuperated fully, and he started tagging along for more of the busywork of buying and selling, keenly observing Fleetfoot’s menial exchanges with shopkeepers and townsfolk, chatting them up in his hush, clean voice to make up for the younger man’s brevity. This was particularly useful in the matter of getting a horse, as the only coper in the station-town was oddly closed-off and avoidant, refusing to sell to the pair until the reverend talked him down into trading a horse for a sermon. And so that same night, they bathed and dressed, and left the single white-dappled mare the old man had offered them to walk back to his ranch-house and sit at his dinner table, where Fleetfoot heard for the first time his partner’s language past the point of a sentence.

“And one of them, realizing he had been healed, returned, glorifying God in a loud voice; and he fell at the feet of Jesus and thanked him- Luke, chapter seventeen, verses fifteen and sixteen. To express, in word or deed, our thanks towards those through whom the lord hands us our blessings, is one of the crowning virtues of our lives as servants of the Lord. Wise men of antiquity have said of gratitude that it is not only the greatest virtue, but also the parent of all others. The fear of God, who grants us all we have, and the humility of knowing we are dependent not only on Him but in our fellow-men…” The old man of the house was nodding in contentment, clearly feeling the flattery to be to his measure. He didn’t notice- none of them had noticed. Noticed that throughout the entire speech, past those wire-rimmed glasses and over the edge of the leatherbound bible, Quiffrey had been staring at him. Clearwater gaze trained, soft and serious on his own dark brown eyes. Fleetfoot felt frozen in place, shivering with the light breeze, almost forgetting to listen as he lost himself in questions. Soon enough, the homily was over.

“the gift of life, the air we breathe, our family gathered ‘round a table and the earth we till for work. All these, and the more precise and pointed gifts that fall upon us through our daily lives.” At this he nodded, knowingly, still staring.  “To all this, show your gratitude, to people and to God. Amen.” Lightly closing the book, a sleepy chorus of replies, and they were out the door with a pat on the back each, the coper nodding solemnly as he sucked on his pipe. They stepped into the desert night in measured silence, side by side.

“So,” the reverend began. “How did you find it, Mister Stevenson?” tempered, honey-whisper voice cutting through the night and jolting him awake.

“Seemed well,” was all he could say. For all his usual curiosity, it was suddenly impossible to bring himself to look anywhere other than directly in front of him. The older man just hummed and nodded in response.

“I’m glad,” he said. “Not quite used to preaching in translations, so I’m… well, I’m glad.”

The short walk home seemed to stretch out for miles in the white-sand darkness, step by careful step. It was only at the door of their hotel he brought himself to finally stop and look at the older man- catching up to him- almost touching- from behind, a gruff whisper forced out with what felt like a herculean effort.

“Thank you, father.”

And suddenly he rushed away and climbed the stairs, shocked at why this simple action felt like it took such bravado, scared at what could come next. He kept the room dark and laid quickly down to bed.

Morning came with a new day and the smell of coffee, the reverend sitting at the table with his bible as usual, fiddling with the pages in the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. He was whistling a tune- an odd, airy melody- and only stopped to nod at him once he noticed Fleetfoot was finally awake, saying nothing of the previous night’s events. Well, of course he wouldn’t say anything about it, the whole thing had been perfectly ordinary.  Should have been ordinary, at least.

Father Quiffrey was small and dangerous- on a single horse, riding behind him with his breath hot on his nape, his new habit of memory conspiring to distract him with a few choice remembrances- brief glimpses of skin caught by coincidence, the occasional pleased, unfocused look that the reverend gave to the early sunlight, distorted by his mind into something that felt far more confusing. By nightfall when they stopped to camp he felt it almost unnecessary to build a fire, yet as they pulled away and stepped on solid ground again, he felt the absence of the other man’s warmth as akin to amputation, already grasping at unlikely excuses in his mind to get close again. In reality, though, they laid at a measured distance from each other, and listened to the sounds of pages being passed and the crackling fire as he fought against the fuzzy feeling at his nape.

It was confusing- this was supposed to be a solemn journey, his one brief opportunity to serve the church and redeem himself for his bastard birth, since his father had forbade him joining the local order, preferred him useful to absolved. He was to deliver the priest to Santa Clara, a piece of influence from his father’s motherland in the missions out west, see if it’d encourage small-town folk to turn to The Church. A man to serve the purpose of the icons, a face that would be, to them, more trustworthy than his own, than the ones of the Mexican priests who had been residing there for decades now, less foreign despite arriving from a greater distance. When he first saw Quiffrey he finally thought this hare-brained scheme might work, but now he could not be so certain, not when his observation seemed to stray from his control- to focus on the pink tongue flicking out the corner of the thin-lipped mouth and not the focused study even in this moment. What kind of icon could he be? - when scripture claimed that men were made in the image of god, and Fleetfoot felt sure that He had made Quiffrey in an angel’s mold.

“I looked up and there before me was a man dressed in linen, with a belt of fine gold from Uphaz around his waist. His body was like topaz, his face like lightning, his eyes like flaming torches, his arms and legs like the gleam of burnished bronze, and his voice like the sound of a multitude.”

He’d slept little and rose in the early morning, rode distracted by the desert breeze and warm return of the body behind him until they reached the next small town over and came into it, set to buy another horse and cast away these feelings from himself. A brief errand, and he came back to find Quiffrey once again preaching for the townsfolk, some small crowd of women, kids, a barkeep. He smiled, meekly, upon noticing the younger man, gestured to the plate of eggs and meat that lay untouched in front of him with a sheepish look before continuing his sermon. Fleetfoot sat down to eat and listen, watch him speak, seemingly unaware he was describing himself. These people had likely never seen topaz, and likely never would, but in their reaction to the reverend’s words, his figure and appearance, he could tell they were just as convinced. Another point for Quiffrey the Icon. He was charismatic in the way he seemed untouched by his surroundings, too innocent to care about the histories of his makeshift parish, or the West as a whole. Then again, he could tell at a glance that there were those with less than holy motives for sticking around- a point then, for Quiffrey the tempter, and company for his own concerns around it. He seemed to deal with them well- a couple pointed recommendations of Hail Mary and a tender smile ‘good-day’.

The scene repeated in the next town, and several after. And soon Fleetfoot was giving into his compulsion to attach himself to the reverend, standing at his back unquestioningly (as questions, and not apologies, were always the difficult part with religion), soaking up the warmth of him and fixing those overfamiliar strangers with a stare that seemed to punctuate the older man’s suggestions. Finally making good use of those small, haunting eyes, piped the voice of his father at the back of his mind, Although, deep down, he knew his father would be scandalized at the hypocrisy of his motive, this little voice, all the way down, knew the farce better than he did himself.

Another point for Quiffrey the tempter.

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[ @sasuhinabigflash2020​​ || Day Eleven: Total Silence ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Hyūga Hiashi ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Divine Light ] [ AO3 Link ]

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Noise, noise, there’s always only noise.

No matter how many times she tells her father she hates these social gatherings and publicity preening parties, he still strong-arms her into coming. You’d think as an adult herself now she’d finally find the guts to tell him no, but...well, a childhood and teenage years of a controlling parent that forced obedience through a constant threat of removing what you hold dear birthed a fear of that power still lingering after maturity.

...or so she tells herself.

Hinata Hyūga knows she’s mostly just a pushover no matter who it is she’s dealing with. Whether it’s her father, or her cousin, or even her little sister. Making waves and starting arguments just...isn’t in her skillset.

Hence why, more often than not, she ends up at her father’s obnoxious gatherings. His business in the medical technology industry means rubbing all the right elbows. And while Hinata’s choice to pursue journalism isn’t exactly in line with his expectations or standards, he still portrays her in the best light he can...in order to make himself look better.

And through all of that, his company...and its stocks.

For most of her time at these get-togethers, Hinata sticks to the walls, socializing only when necessary and otherwise trying to be as unnoticeable as possible, and evade such interactions in the first place.

But for some reason...tonight is just more than she can handle.

Not only is there music pulsing through speakers, but conversations, laughter, and even some shouting fill the air to a staggering degree. Ugh, she can feel a headache coming on...maybe she’ll just -

“Hinata.”

...wonderful.

Turning to her father, Hinata forces a smile. “Yes?”

“I’ve been talking to a young up-and-comer who would like to speak to you about a possible piece you could write about his company.”

She blinks. “...a piece?”

“Yes, a degree of publicity to help him get things off the ground. Say a few nice words, interview him...that sort of thing.”

Immediately, something in Hinata’s stomach churns. This sounds a lot like a piece of bribery, and that’s the last thing she wants to get herself into. “I...could look into it.”

“He’d like to speak to you now.”

Oh no...no, not now. Not with her head spinning and senses overloading. “I...I’m sorry, I’ve been fighting a headache, and -”

“It will only take a few minutes, Hinata.”

“Could -? Could you give him my email, and I’ll just -”

“No, now.”

The brazen order actually makes her catch herself in a lurch. Her vision is swimming, her skin feels clammy - she has to get out of here, now.

So, without a word, she holds up a hand and just...stumbles forward toward the door.

“Hinata…? Where do you think you’re -?”

For once in her life...she ignores him. With a push, she urges the door open and steps out into the cool air of the city evening. It washes over her like a relieving tide.

But it’s not enough. If she doesn’t move, he’ll just drag her back inside.

So she flees.

Turning to the right, she keeps on down the sidewalk, heels clicking. Thankfully she’s so used to them, even an unsteady gait born of dizziness doesn’t twist her ankles. A few curious passersby give her strange looks, but none make to stop her.

Good.

It’s late enough most other doors are locked and lights out, but by some grace she finds a place alight and open. An old brass handle turns in her hand, letting her into...wherever. At this point, it doesn’t matter. Anywhere is better than there.

Once in, she pushes the portal closed, leaning against it and heaving a weary sigh.

...and then notices something odd.

It’s completely and utterly silent. Such a change from her prior surroundings, her ears begin to ring.

Lifting her head, she takes in the building properly. At first glance, it appears to be nothing more than a second hand or antique shop. The building itself is also old, with crown moulding and rich wooden floors, worn but shining. The smell of old paper permeates the air.

Feeling almost like she’s stepped into another world, Hinata then realizes the door has a glass panel, through which she can be seen. Hefting upright, she moves between rows of shelves to better hide herself from view. And, with nothing else to do, she starts looking through the merchandise.

In truth, it...doesn’t look like much. Random knick knacks, decor, old-fashioned tools and kitchenware. It’s like someone went through every grandmother’s house and looted them, putting whatever they can find into the bins and rows.

It’s...bizarre, and not at all what she expected to find on the same street as the fancy hotel her father almost always rents for his parties. But at least that means it should be one of the last places Hiashi or his goons think to look for her. She walks slowly down the aisle, wondering if something might catch her eye while she’s here.

“...what are you doing?”

Jolting with a gasp, Hinata turns to see she’s no longer alone. At the head of the aisle where she came from, a man about her age eyes her almost suspiciously.

What an odd way to treat a customer, but...well, on second thought, she’s a little overdressed to be shopping for...whatever this stuff is.

“I, um…” How to explain…? “Someone was...following me, so I stepped in. Are...are you open?”

“...yes,” he replies after a pause, clearly weighing her story. “Are you all right?”

“Oh, yes - I’m fine. I’m sure they won’t think to look for me in -” She catches herself, not wanting to be rude. “...here.”

That earns a hint of a snort. “Well...I’m open another half hour, so...stay as long as you like until then.”

“Thank you…” She watches him turn back and vanish from view.

A nagging in the back of her mind sees her follow.

“May I...ask what your store is called? I, um...I m-missed the sign on the way in…”

“Curiosities.”

“...is -? Is that the whole name?”

“Did you expect something more?” he counters, stepping behind a register at the rear of the room.

“I...guess I didn’t know what to expect.”

He leans on his arms, looking her over. “...I find things that are unwanted, and try to find the person who’s meant to want them,” is his cryptic explanation.

“People look for -?” Again she cuts off, realizing she’s...about to be very rude. “...I’m sorry. I’ve, um...I’ve never been to an antique shop before…”

“That’s not exactly what this is, but...a close enough guess.”

Something about his refusal furrows her brow. Is he...hiding something? “How do you find these...curiosities?”

“Most are happenstance. Some I look for specifically. Though those sorts of wares are kept in the back.”

“Because they’re...valuable?”

“To the right people, yes.”

Another pause at his odd reply. “...I should introduce myself,” Hinata then backpedals. “I’m Hinata. Hinata Hyūga.”

“Sasuke Uchiha. And what do you do for a living that’s clearly above the par of a humble shopkeeper?”

His jab makes her go pink. “...I’m, um...I’m a journalist.”

“Hm...you have the air about you. Maybe that’s why you ended up here.”

“...I beg your pardon?”

“It’s Curiosities,” he replies, a grin curling one corner of his mouth. “Only people who are looking for something tend to find their way to my little shop. And journalists are always looking for something. A new story, a new point of intrigue.”

“Well, this...place is rather intriguing,” she agrees, glancing around again.

“One way to put it, yes.”

“As is the man behind the counter.”

His smirk seems to grow, and for a flicker of a moment, as his head tilts, Hinata swears there’s a ruby-red shine to his otherwise dark eyes. “I’d argue that my wares are the true point of interest, but...I can’t deny another’s observations.”

Suddenly, Hinata feels her inner writer coming out. “So...is this a family shop?” she asks casually.

“You could say that. It’s been in the line for quite some time.”

“Anyone else help run it?”

At that, Sasuke seems to hang up for a moment, and an unreadable look passes over his face. “...no, just me.”

“...was that a bad question?”

“No. I...had an elder brother, but...he passed some time ago.”

Shocked sympathy wilts her features. “...I’m so sorry.”

“It’s in the past. Feels like it was centuries ago now, but...well, even old scars can ache.”

She mutes for a long moment. “...seems awfully quiet.”

“Yes, my clientele tends to be...sporadic. Or by appointment.”

“Appointment?”

“People call looking for something in particular, and I...acquire it. We then arrange to meet.”

In spite of herself, Hinata gives a soft laugh. “Sounds suspicious.”

“Any business dealing is, in the right light. But I can assure you, it’s all perfectly legal.” His smile begins to return.

Opening her mouth to speak again, Hinata hesitates as a buzz sounds in the little handbag she’s miraculously kept ahold of. “Oh, sorry...my phone…”

“No apology needed.”

Bringing up her mobile, Hinata grimaces at her father’s name.

“...unwanted conversation?”

“Unwanted lecture,” she sighs, muting it. Guilt and apprehension grow, but...she’ll find some excuse. Her headache is gone, but...well, Hiashi won’t have to know that. “Still, I...should probably be going. It’s getting late, and...I’m doing l-little more than pester you.”

“Pester away. As you said, it’s quiet...a bit of conversation is nice now and again. Perhaps you can do a proper piece about the place another time, since you seem to find it so curious.”

His quip earns a laugh, then a pause. Right...there’s that other piece her father wants her to write.

...she’ll think about that in the morning.

“It was nice to meet you, Sasuke. Um...thanks for letting me hide out in here,” Hinata then offers sheepishly.

“Of course. I’ll admit I wasn’t expecting a gown-clad maiden in tonight, but...you’d be surprised what other sorts of characters I end up with in here.”

“You’ve already sold me on the place, you know,” she replies with a smile. “No need to keep whetting my appetite. I’ll be back.”

“Just being thorough,” he replies, giving a wave as she peers out the door, and then trots back the way she came. “...hm…”

With a trill, a feathery figure alights upon a stand that rests atop the counter.

“Yes, yes...she’s gone. Thank you for behaving yourself.”

A bird of gold and auburn plumage blinks vermillion eyes at him, a small comb of fire flickering along her regal head. But as Sasuke gives it fond strokes, it doesn’t burn him.

“Yet...I wonder…” Looking back to the door, he seems to sink into thought. “It’s very rare we get anyone el’tahl in here. Maybe she has some ven buried in her bloodline, hm?”

In response, the phoenix gives another melodic flow of notes.

“You liked her, did you? Well, that’s all the convincing I need. We’ll have to see how deep she manages to dig when she comes back. But for now, time to call it a night.”

With a snap, the lights extinguish, lock bolting shut at the front. In his hand, an orb of revolving fire lights his way through the back door. Here, objects clearly not meant for unenlightened human eyes glow, spin, float, and hum.

“...how deep, indeed.”

     So this is very late because wow my toothache is...unreal. I’m so sorry, guys. It’s also not what I first envisioned but sometimes characters just veer you off course! I was going to have this be vampire-themed but instead we got...this!      Which is...technically another crossover with a work of my own. DL is mostly a medieval-fantasy sort of world, BUT I do have one story in it so far that’s modern. And Sasuke is being directly crossed with one of the characters, but uh...it’d take a lot to explain and possibly spoil things so we’ll just leave the mystery intact xD      Anyway, I’m...totally exhausted and technically still in pain. Might be going to a dentist tomorrow, no idea, so...I dunno when I’ll get more done since I’m still behind. Thank you for your patience - I WILL finish this event one way or another, it just might be delayed because life things, woo. Buuut on that note, I’ll be heading off. Thanks for reading!

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For Asgard! : Klaus x Valkyrie

⚠️: Smut

Klaus is rifling through some antiques in Reginald’s study when he comes upon a strange object, a golden geometric sculpture with interlocking shapes like pieces of a puzzle. Klaus immediately thinks of pawning it for cash, but then he hears something. At first he thinks he’s imagining it, but the object is humming. He picks it up and attempts to rearrange the pieces, but it won’t budge.

“Where’s the goddamn off button?,” he mumbles to himself. He struggles with it a bit more before giving up and throwing it against the wall. It comes to rest on the floor and produces a clicking sound before going silent. Assuming he must have broken it, he stoops to pick it up. Then a bright beam of refracted light comes streaming out of a small hole in the top. The light is so intense it makes him shut his eyes tight.

When Klaus opens his eyes the study is gone and he is standing on an open road by the sea. A pickup truck swerves to avoid him. It’s not unlike the time a mysterious stolen suitcase transported Klaus into the Vietnam war. Fortunately, this time his destination is a peaceful fishing port. The sign reads ‘New Asgard’ and in the distance he spies a pub. “Eh, what the fuck,” he says to himself. Klaus lights a cigarette, shoves the puzzle device into his pocket, and marches into town.

The bar is full of fishermen, drinking and chatting amongst themselves. No one even blinks at Klaus as he saunters up to the bar. He orders whisky then rotates himself 360 degrees on the barstool to take in his new surroundings.

He observes the woman resting on her elbows at the other end of the bar looks like she could kick his ass, which was exactly Klaus’ type when it comes to women. And she is gorgeous. Her thick utilitarian clothing and dour expression can’t hide it.

“The sea was plentiful today, your majesty.” A robust bearded man hails her as he collects his drinks from the bar.

“Aye, Harek. I’ll drink to that!,” the woman smiles and lifts her beer stein, then goes back to her beverage. Klaus leans in, his mind full of questions.

“Excuse me, barkeep? Where am I?”

“New Asgard.”

“Well, yes, that was on the sign, but…What year is it? What is today’s date.”

“Are you alright, my friend?”

“Just tell me.” Klaus insists.

“Tuesday, May 10th, 2023…and it’s just about noon.”

“Oh, boy,” Klaus’ eyes grow bigger as he fishes around in his coat pocket for payment.

“I’ve got this one, Bjorn. Put it on my tab.” It is the beautiful woman from the end of the bar. She looks Klaus over, commenting with a soft, ambiguous grunt.

“Many thanks for the drink, your majesty.” Klaus opens his coat like a dress and curtsies.

Valkyrie stifles a chuckle. “You can skip the formalities. That’s just Harek, he’s stuck in the old traditions. I am Brunhilde, last Valkyrie of Asgard, and king of New Asgard, but you can call me Val. What’s your name, stranger?”

“I am Klaus, 4th son of Hargreeves and irresistible bad boy at your service.” He winks. “If I may, why is the monarch of a small country drinking in a pub at noon on a Tuesday?”

“No, you may not,” she snorts. “But today is your lucky day because I’m bored and this ale makes me chatty.” Klaus moves to the empty stool next to hers and rests his chin in his hand, ready for Val to spill the tea. “I was part of a squadron of fighters, the Valkyrie, defenders of Asgard, but I am the last. My sisters in arms were slaughtered in battle including the one I loved. Her voice trails off for a moment as she stares off into the distance. “Then Asgard was destroyed.”

“Moon exploded by a telekinetic?” Klaus offers a guess.

Val furrows her brow at him. “Fire giant. The people of this town are the survivors of genocide and I am their leader. THAT is why I drink. What’s your story, Klaus?”

“I grew up in a family with superpowers and I’ve got the worst one. I communicate with the dead, and yes, that’s just as much fun as it sounds! I was kidnapped by assassins and tortured, escaped back in time to the Vietnam war where I fell in love with a soldier who died in my arms. Then my siblings and I tried to stop the apocalypse and failed. We’ve traveled back in time…let me see…six times now? We always manage to fuck it up. That’s why I drink.”

Valkyrie tips back the last of her ale and slams the empty stein on the bar, then holds up two fingers. “Shots for me and this miserable bastard!” The shots arrive and Valkyrie clinks her glass with Klaus.’

“Have I started to grow on you?,” he asks, making the shot disappear down his throat.

“The jury’s still out,” she replies, following suit.

Klaus stands up and walks over to the juke box. “Hey, you got a quarter?”

Valkyrie tosses him the coin. He snatches it out of the air with precision that surprises them both. He makes a selection, then comes shimmying back to the opening chords of ‘Immigrant Song.’ Valkyrie smiles. “You’re kidding me, right?”

Klaus shakes his head “iiieeeaaaaahhhh!,” he sings along, pleading with her to join him on the dance floor. She obliges, reluctantly at first, moving to the music, enchanted by Klaus’ goofy charm. The song fades. Something slower begins to play. Valkyrie captures Klaus by the collar and pulls him in close. Her rich brown eyes search his green ones.

“I’d like to take you home and….,"she reaches down and wraps her hand firmly around the bulge in his pants. He shudders in anticipation. Valkyrie tosses some money on the bar and heads for the door, pulling Klaus behind her.

“Don’t wait up,” he announces to no one in particular.

Valkyrie takes Klaus back to her modest cottage not far from the rocky shore. They stand at the foot of her bed. She removes her vest, then starts working on his belt.

“Your majest- um, Val?…I love the fisherman gear: puffy vest, rubber boots, cable knit sweater…it’s hot, but I was wondering if you had anything tighter…perhaps made of leather?” He bites his finger, anxiously awaiting her response.

Valkyrie narrows her eyes at him. “Alright, pretty boy, but be careful what you wish for.” She disappears into the closet and emerges wearing her armor. Klaus’ jaw drops.

“Does this excite you?” She rips open his shirt to feel his heart.

His breath catches in his throat. “Y-you didn’t mention it had a cape!”

Val kisses his neck and whispers sensuously in his ear, “I also have a pegasus.”

“Oh dear god.” His eyes fall shut and his head rolls back.

“Enough talk.” She rips off the rest of his clothes. “Down on the bed.”

Klaus lays down facing her. He watches her lustful eyes roving his body’s topography, but then her expression snaps back to one of severity. “Roll over,” she says. His face lights up. He rolls onto his stomach with his face in the pillow. Val slaps his tight little ass. “Mmm…,” Klaus relishes the sting. Val soothes his sensitive pink cheek with a caress. Klaus lifts his pelvis up to make room for his stiffened cock.

Val reaches under the bed for one of her toys. This one has Klaus’ name on it. She turns it on. Klaus immediately recognizes that sound. He perks up and practically wiggles with excitement. She glides the toy over his ass. His skin has goosebumps. She pauses to put a bit of lube on the tip then she uses it to stimulate his tight little hole. “Oh!,” he shudders at the sensation. “Are you ready for me, pretty boy?”

“Yes.” He is breathless. The waiting is so hard. She slowly inserts the toy. Klaus whimpers and groans until she is fully inside him. She increases the vibration. “Ah,”. Klaus pushes back against her hand. She pulls him by the hair so she can see his face while she fucks him. His face is twisted in pleasure and pain, only seconds from release. She turns off the toy, takes it out. “Don’t you come until I tell you to.” She scolds. “Only good boys get to come.”

“Oh, I promise to be a good boy. I do.”

She pulls off her armor and lies back with her head resting high on a stack of pillows. “Shut up and satisfy me with that pretty mouth.”

“It would be my pleasure, your majesty…For Asgard!.” He dives between her legs to devour her. His tongue glides over her clit, back and forth. His lips wrap around her most sensitive flesh to suckle her throbbing bundle of nerves. He sinks two fingers inside her. She moans, grabbing the back of his head. He takes the encouragement and focuses his movements. She comes in spectacular fashion, crying out and squeezing his head between her muscular thighs. He rises with traces of her essence on his chin. “Was I a good boy?”

“A very good boy.” She flips him over on his back and takes his cock in her hand. She pumps it a few times until it is fully erect. Her other hand slides over his smooth chest up to his neck. She looks into his eyes to gage his reaction. He whimpers and bites his lip, his sparkling green eyes pleading. Her fingers wrap tighter around his throat, squeezing with light pressure. Then she straddles him, sliding her slick pussy over the tip of his cock. He groans and bucks his pelvis. “Not yet, pretty boy. It’s sweeter if you suffer.”

She kisses him, drawing his bottom lip into her mouth and biting it gently. Then she rakes her teeth over his nipple. First one and then the other.

Klaus’ eyes roll back in his head. “Fuck,” he rasps.

Her hand grips tighter around his throat and the other rests against his chest as she lowers herself onto his cock. She bucks forward, slowly at first then picks up speed, her little tits bouncing as she rides. Klaus is in ecstasy, looking up at her in awe. Her brown skin glistens with the sweat of her labor. She leans into her climax, moaning and spasming with her eyes shut tight. When she regains control, she can see that Klaus is about to come, so she climbs off and grabs his wet cock. “Now, pretty boy. I want to watch you come.” She pumps him until he gushes over her hand and makes a mess of himself.

Her whole demeanor changes. She kisses him tenderly then runs off to the bathroom, returning with a warm damp hand towel and a dry one. He smiles up at her, cleaning himself off. She smiles back. “Looks like we manage rather well together, don’t we?”

“You are a goddess.”

Valkyrie laughs.

“What? What did I say?”

“Do remember us when you go back, will you?” She sits next to him nuzzling his ear.

“That’s the thing. I don’t know how to get back. In fact, I’m not a hundred percent sure how I got here.”

“You had the power all along. Just click your heels together three times. Haha! 'There’s no place like home.’”

“How can you be so cavalier? I might be stuck here!”

“Klaus, don’t be ridiculous!” She gets up, reaches into his coat, and tosses him the puzzle device.

“You’re going to have to show me how this thing works.”

“Might want to put your clothes on first.”

Master list

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[sweetlittlemessenger]

So I made a story based on MBTI's INFP cognitive functions.

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This story takes place in a girl's human mind, which is more known in this universe as the Psyche Realm. It tells about the Infsman(inferior function), Terratora of the INFP Squad and her encounter of the four additional CFs who mysteriously appeared in their Realm.

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♡ Sirene's POV

◇ Terratora's POV

The legends displayed above will tell you who's currently telling the story. If a "♡" is displayed, the story is told in Sirene's perspective and if it's a "◇", then it's in Terratora's perspective

Now with that said let's get on with the story!

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Ever since I saw that door I've been wondering what lies behind it, what shadows hide inside...

I was just doing my daily rounds in the Archives of Snow, finishing overviews of my Host's past memories that I hope she would find relief in. I was carrying a stack load of them when my foot bumped into something that would seem to have felt to be some kind of glass object. I looked down to confirm that it was indeed glass, a glass bottle; full of stars.

"Uuuuuugh, Netaaa!!" I groaned in frustration, I swear our Auxman has no sense of organizing whatsoever, not to mention scatter-brained. She has a habit of taking her so-called projects with her while she works and leaves them behind almost everywhere. I attempted to pick it up when I forgot that I was carrying a stack of memories, making me lost my balance and the pages and books of memories flew and scattered everywhere. One of the memory books glided towards the bottle, making it roll away.

"Hey, come back!" I shouted, not bothering to clean up the scattered memories and proceeded to chase the runaway joke-of-a-craft down the long ass aisle. The bottle's straight-line escape came to a close when it reached the very back of the entire Archives. Finally, I picked up the bottle and looked up. After a quick observation I realized that I have found a door. It was a purplish black color with jet black elegant iron frames. Strange... I have walked the Archives' floors several times and never have I seen a door like this. Filled with curiosity, my hand reached for the door's handle only to be halted by a shout.

"My Tertsman!" a voice called, I turned around to see my Infsman, Terratora running towards me.

"Terra?" I asked, "what are you doing here?"

"I was suppose to inform you about the recently finished tasks, but it seems you have found... their door. You musn't go in there my Tertsman. "

Terratora caught my attention on her emphasis on the word 'their'

"What do you mean 'their?'" I asked

"Behind this door..." she paused for a long second, as if she hesitated to answer, "lies four unannounced Neuronites, if they are even considered one"

This left me pondering and confused, "Four more Neuronites... how? There are already four members in our squad, how could there be four more?"

Terratora didn't answer, but rather, she looked down stayed silent

I continued to ask here more questions "And more importantly, when and how was there a door here?"

She sighed, "I think it's time... that I told to you about the Shadow Squad."

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It was just like any other day. The Domsman guiding the host, the Auxman constantly inventing new inventions (honestly at this point I wonder if her brain ever goes empty), my Tertsman collecting memories, and me, the Infsman, organizing, checking and crossing out finished tasks, that is...if there were. I was currently in the Mental Notes section of the Archives of Snow, doing my daily task when I heard something, or rather... someone.

"Um, excuse me miss." it called, the voice awfully sounding just like the Domsman

'Lady Fi?' I thought, turning around to see if my assumption was correct, it was not. Instead of the pink brown-haired lady in a golden crown-like headband standing before me, was a strawberry blonde woman with bright green eyes wearing a sleeveless dark magenta top with a grecian neckline, dark forest green capri pants embroidered with a pink roses design towards the pant's cuffs, dark purple ankle strap pumps and a translucent pink blazer. What caught my attention were her bright purple Neuro Transmitters.

"Hello there," she waved, " I couldn't help but notice that you're in a little pickle right there, do you need any help?" she said with a smile, though it didn't seem to meet her eyes.

I decided to play along

"Oh, uh... thank you." I answered

The lady then went beside me and spread her arms out, to which I responded by giving her some of the papers I was currently carrying. "Oh how rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself!" she said, "I'm Fenessa, and you are?"

"Terratora." I responded, but didn't bother to make eye contact and continued with my current work, "Infsman of the INFP Squad, I am responsible for organizing the Host's concepts and tasks and as well as checking and marking tasks that are finished."

"Wow, sounds like a tough job!" Fenessa said in amazement, "and you're doing this all by yourself? Where are your other members of your squad, surely there's like a lot you."

"They're..." I hesitated to give her an answer,"in their respective places, doing their respective jobs. There are only four of us, myself included, most of the time we are too preoccupied with our current tasks to help another member."

Why did I hesitate?

"Seriously? Wow that sucks." she commented.

A long moment of silence passed as the two of us continued organizing. I began to ponder on what just happened...

Firryn said that the squad was already at a maximum capacity of four members, and therefore no additional Neuronite was expected to appear.

But why was there another Neuronite?

Where did Fenessa come from?

And why are her Neuro Transmitters purple?

"Soooooo..." Fenessa spoke up, breaking my train of thought, "mind telling me about your Squad, you know, the members, what they do here, what they're like?"

"The squad?" I looked at her for a second then back to the shelves, "Well, there's Firryn the Domsman, she is the leader of the squad and guides our Host in judgement and decision making based on their inner values. Then there's the Auxman, Netalia, she assists the Domsman in her job by helping her stay open minded on certain view points when making judgement. Third is my Tertsman, Sirene, she is in charge of the memory department, mainly to provide relief to the Host, using the memories that the Host hold dear, and lastly is me, the Infsman."

"I see," Fenessa said, as she placed one of the papers to their respective shelves "Judging by how she lets you work all alone here, does she ever acknowledges the efforts you've put into organizing all of these tasks?"

I looked down and thought deeply on what Fenessa said. Lady Fi actually never did once give a glance on how I managed the tasks I was asked to organize.

"No?" Fenessa questioned, "Well that's a shame...Hey! How about I help you by joining your squad?"

My head perked up from the offer, "What?"

"Think of it, us working together in organizing these tasks. It will double the work speed and cut down half the time, oh, and I can also help in contributing on how you guys as a team can work more efficiently and in harmony. So, whaddaya say?" Fenessa reached out her hand with a smile, waiting for me to accept her deal.

The way she looked at me... the way she smiled sent a chill down my axon. Something didn't felt right, it was as if she was trying to manipulate me.

"Thank you, but I have to decline. You see, the squad only allows four members and we have already reached the maximum capacity." I said with a firm tone.

"Aww that's too bad," She said sadly, still smiling

it looked forced

"Oh well, I' ll still be here whenever you need me," she said, putting the last stack of papers on to the shelves, "it was nice meeting you, Terratora. See you around!" she waved and turned around, walking away.

See you around? Wait... is she implying on staying here in the Archives?!

"Wait, you can't just--" and before I knew it, she was out of sight. This was bad, a new Neuronite appeared and was now roaming inside the Archives. It was at that moment, I knew had to report of this event.

The following day, I planned to report this to Sirene, but she was currently preoccupied in digging up "lost" memories that was was found deep in the Archives, so I had no choice but to report to the Auxman. I approached the door of the Auxman's room and knocked a few times.

"Who is it?" a tired voice called from inside the room.

"Terratora, ma'am" I answered.

The door opened to reveal a tired-looking Netalia, and sweet saya she looked like shit, her hair was a mess and she had bags under her eyes. "Ey, Terra! What can I do for you?" she asked

Looking at her current state I asked her with concern "Ma'am, if i may ask, how long have you been wake?"

"Uuuuuuuuh..." the Auxman scratched her head, "36 hours?"

...what do the humans call this significant short period of event again? Ah yes, a "bruh moment." This was definitely a "bruh moment."

"Uh I see..." I muttered as I fixed my posture and went back to the matter at hand, "Well I have something that I must report to you, privately." I firmly informed.

"Oh, sure come in." Netalia said, stepping aside and letting me in her room. Her room was steam-punk themed, giving off a nice afterthought of the 1800's European Industrial Revolution. The walls had real functioning turning copper and gold gears and for the floor was a glossy gold iron-parquet flooring, but there was just one problem. Like her messy appearance, Netalia's room was an absolute mess. Different inventions and papers stacked carelessly in every corner, some papers were scattered across the floor, crumpled. Her work desk was no different. "So," Netalia said, yawning as she sat on her wooden antique chair, leaning forward "what did you want to talk about?"

"There is a new Neuronite that is roaming around the Archives of Snow."

Netalia's expression turned serious, "What?" she asked, her eyes widened a little.

I explained to her of my encounter with Fenessa, explained her appearance and behavior. Netalia began to be in deep thought, trying to process the information she had received. That's when I heard her mutter, "I can't be... Shadow Functions...here?"

"Shadow Functions?" I asked

"Nah, I'm sure you just saw it through a memory book" she said waving her hand, denying my claim of seeing a new Neuronite.

"Ma'am, you are aware of what the Shadow Functions are, right?"

"Yeah, the rumored Neuronites who linger inside a host's pysche realm and cause chaos, but you don't have to worry, it's just a rumor."

"Ma'am, I saw that Neuronite yesterday and interacted with me. If what I saw yesterday was a Shadow Function, there is no doubt that there could be other Shadow Functions roaming around the Psyche Realm as well--"

"First of all, you don't know that," Netalia interrupted, "second, there is no evidence to confirm the existance of the Shadow Functions."

"Ma'am, does my eyewitness testimony not count as an evidence?"

The Auxman thought hard for a moment, "Hm, good point, it does have some credibility, however, because you were the only witness, it does not have enough reliability."

"But ma'am--"

"That's enough Terra," Netalia said in a serious and authoritative voice and stood up from her chair, "this conversation is over."

"Netalia--"

"Terratora, I am warning you--"

"Could you, for once, please listen--"

"ENOUGH WITH THE BULLSHIT TERRA, SHADOW FUNCTIONS DON'T. FUCKING. EXIST!"

I stepped back, staying silent. Netalia gasped, realizing what she had done, she rubbed her temples with her fingers and let out a heavy, tired sigh "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have lashed out on you like that."

"It's ok...I understand" I truly did, Netalia was sleep deprived so it wasn't a surprise she would snap

"Just...don't bring up that topic again ok?"

"Yes ma'am..."

"Good, now if you have nothing else to report, you are dismissed." Netalia said as I walked out of the room.

Great, looks like I'll have to take care of this roaming Neuronite myself.

Not long after that incident, a new Neuronite appeared while I was in the Archives. A redheaded lady with bright green eyes wearing a sun hat, dark bluegreen off shoulder dress decorated with glitter at the hem, and some sandals. She called herself Niema, her choice of words are beyond my understanding, not to mention her unsettling insights of the future. What was most disturbing was how her presence is still felt in Archives from time to time despite not being present in sight.

Fast forward to several days later and another Neuronite appeared. this time by the same of Selly, and just like Niema, she was a redhead with bright green eyes. Her hair was styled into a ponytail, she wore a hazel wood yellow shirt that was tied into a knot, a black wristband on her right wrist, dark mute teal ripped denim shorts, and maroon high-top sneakers with bluish white accents. My encounter with this Neuronite can be summarized into one word: Impulsive. Chasing her across the entire archives, Selly was so fast and hyper that could barely keep up with her. Her curiosity in trying to open certain books of memories without permission gave me a headache.

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Nothing could have prepared me for the fourth Neuronite. Unlike the previous three, she did nothing but stare at the distance, she was a strawberry blonde with green eyes like Fenessa. Her hair styled into a braid resting on her left shoulder, she wore round glasses with upper half rims framed with icy blue frames, a dark purple hooded shawl with a navy blue short-sleeve sweater underneath, mute blue ripped jeans and maroon sneakers. I did not see her make any movement other than her adjusting her glasses every once in a while. I could sense strong negative energy radiating off of her, the essence very similar to Ti essence.

I had to find out their place of origin, there was no way they just appeared out of thin air. I decided to start with the Archives of Snow, since that's where I found the first Neuronite. I searched every section and corner and found nothing, until I went to the very back of the entire archives. There I saw a door of purplish black color with jet black elegant iron frames. I didn't hesitate to think twice that this was the door they came from, I know this because me and Sirene frequently come to the Archives and never was there a door here.

Following day I requested Netalia to make me a lock. I had to lie to her saying Sirene requested me to get a lock from her, to which Netalia shrugged and gave me the item with two set of keys to go along with it. I rushed back to the Archives to install the lock, but when it came in contact with the handle, it disintegrated...

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"And ever since that day, I've been guarding this door in secret." Terra concluded

"Shadow Functions..." I said shivering at the thought, "I never I'd see the day these Neuronites merging into our Host's Psyche Realm." I looked up at the door and back to Terra, "do you know what lies behind this door?"

Terra shook her head "No, my Tertsman, I have not set foot in whatever is behind the door, not even once."

"I see...why didn't you tell me about this?" I asked her

"I feared that you would give me the same conclusion, since the existance of Shadow Functions is just a rumor." Terra explained, making me remember that Neta snapped at her.

"Terra," I looked at her in the eye, "you know very well that I would never raise my voice at you, so don't ever hesitate to come to me if something is not right, clear?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good." I nodded

"My Tertsman, if I may ask," Terra spoke up

"Yes?" I replied, giving her permission to speak

"Will you promise me to keep this door a secret?"

This put me in my train of thought, should I really keep this a secret? Not sharing this information with the Domsman or Auxman could get me in trouble, but then again, Firryn is too closeminded to confirm this info and Neta is too preoccupied already with her millions of garbage ideas and concepts, and with that, I nodded my head, "You have my word."

"Thank you," Terra said, relieved "Now, I saw several memories scattered across the floor of aisle 8-20."

"Oh, that. I was carrying a stack of memories, when I ran into this thing." I said showing her the bottle of stars.

"Ah" was all she had to say, understanding what happened while showing a hint of annoyance on her face.

"Since you're here now, mind helping clean up?" I asked

"Of course." Terra complied as we both turned around to walk to the messy aisle

As we walked I turned my head around to look at the door one last time, the door's mysterious appearance led me to so many questions yet to be answered.

Ever since I saw that door I've been wondering what lies behind it, what shadows hide inside...

[astronomicalegotism]

Unlikely Partnership

Revenge Is Best Served Together (Book One)

Part Seventeen

Anti snarled and shoved his hands in his jean pockets, glaring at the suit of armour as he passed it. Okay, so maybe when he'd stormed out of the room with Mad and Blank it hadn't crossed his mind that he didn't actually know where Darkiplier's office was and now he may or may not be lost. Whatever, he'll figure it out.

Who designed this stupid place anyways? It's just hallway after hallway after- Anti back-pedalled.

Didn't I literally just pass that suit of armour?

"Oh for fuCKS-" Anti screamed and threw a knife at the armour, only for it to ricochet off and be sent back towards himself. Oops.

Anti quickly glitched out of he way and cursed. He could practically hear Schneeplestein's scolding tone in his head. Anti shivered at the thought. God help me I'm growing attached.

"Geez, you got something against antiques or what?" Anti tensed and snapped his head around to face the unimpressed looking Iplier Ego holding his knife. Anti didn't recognise them at all (Not that he watches Markiplier's videos or anything) so they were probably from one of the one off video ones or something. Maybe one of the ones Marvin hangs out with but always denies doing? He had Mark's black hair that was slicked to the side professionally, although it was actually a bit longer than what Anti remembered. (Must be a prehair dye obsession Ego) He had smart looking glasses rested on his nose and a taunting smirk on his face that instantly annoyed Anti. He kind of looked like a nerdy off brand Darkiplier if Anti was honest, add some monochrome skin and bad temper and you got yourself a double.

Not that that's saying much considering they all have the same face...

"Why are you wearing a suit?" Anti asked bluntly, looking him up and down. It gave the ego a simulationously professional and yet cheap aura. The suit was either second hand or brought from a coustume shop. He was effortlessly trying too hard, Anti had to give him that.

"Hey you don't see me asking why you look like a 90s Halloween movie reject so what give you the right to question my life choices?" Was the snarky response. Great, just what he needed, he'd run into a sassy idiotic side character. Anti grit his teeth. Don't kill him don't make a scene Mad said to do this carefully murder is not careful Anti-

"Touché." Anti forced out, debating whether or not glitching away would count as suspicious activity. The Iplier Egos Probably thought that he was working with Darkiplier, he couldn't give away any clues that suggested otherwise or he'd be done for. Running-No wait, avoiding the Ego for no good reason would make it seem like he was up to something. Or wait, maybe he wanted to look like he was up to something? Fuck this was confusing.

"What are you, constipated?" The Iplier asked, bringing Anti back to earth. Right, staring at someone in dead silence probably isn't normal. Anti opened his mouth to respond (With what he had no idea) but he was casually cut off. Deep breaths. "Anyways! You're Anti right? Wonderful, Absolutely wonderful! Bit of a strange name though, Antisepticeye? Suppose it can't be helped, What with being a fan creation and not an individual idea and that, Though you'd think that maybe thousands of people would be able to think of a better name wouldn't you?"

"Excuse me-" Anti snarled, now clutching a new knife tightly and taking a step forwards threatening. The Iplier Ego's voice heightened in pitch a little at the movement.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you either way, I'm Bim Trimmer of course, No doubt you've heard about me though?" What is it with this guy and rhetorical questions Jesus Christ- "Actually wait, You're not supposed to be here! Septics aren't allowed here, WIL-" Trimmer's eyes went wide as Anti glitched in front of him, covering his mouth and pressing his knife to his throat.

"Don't. Say. Another. Word." Anti hissed. Trimmer nodded nervously before disappearing, now standing a few feet away from Anti and brushing off imaginary dust from his suit, eyeing him cautiously. Anti gaped for a few seconds before throwing the knife at Trimmer, mainly out of frustration. "Oh come on!!" Anti screamed, Trimmer backing away a little bit more.. Of course he could teleport, because the universe just didn't want to give him a fucking break did it?!

"What are you doing here? What do you want?!" Trimmer asked, obviously trying to get his volume down at least. Questions questions questions GOD THIS GUY WAS GETTING ON HIS NERVES! Anti gripped at his hair tightly, his form glitching violently out of anger and Trimmer let out a little started squeak in response. This was ridiculous, this whole situation was completely fucking ridiculous.

"Darkiplier is going to kill all of us and use our powers to get even stronger and control everyone, and you're asking me what I'm doing?!" Anti let out an involuntary giggle at the ridiculousness of it all, although he could feel rage bubbling up inside him. Trimmer  tensed up a little, but his eyes narrowed dangerously. As if he was a threat to Anti. Yeah right.

"Dark is trying to do what?" Trimmer asked, his eyebrows mocking. He scoffed, "You're not serious. Just because you and Darkiplier have this weird thing going on," He used air quotes, who the fuck uses air quotes, "Doesn't mean that he's trying to kill us all. How do I know you aren't just saying this to incriminate him?" We are talking about the same Darkiplier right? God that prick has everyone wrapped around his little finger doesn't he.

"Aw aren't you Darkiplier's widdle loyal soldier?" Anti coed, stepping closer to the Iplier Ego. "News flash numbskull, Your Little Darkipoo isn't everything you think he is." Trimmer swallowed harshly and Anti grinned.

"God you're even more insane then you look if you honestly think I'll believe you." Trimmer snapped, unnecessarily aggressively in Anti opinion. Someone's a little defensive.

"Whatever, I don't have time for this. Do you know where Darkiplier's office is?" Trimmer laughed darkly in response to his question. Hah, darkly. Dark. Get it?

"Like I'd tell you." Trimmer spat, puffing his chest out and speaking like he was doing the world such a noble service by being complete FUCKING ASSHAT-

Anti's eye flashed green dangerously in warning. Time to see if Trimmer really was an idiot or not.

"Guess I'll just have to get the directions out of you another way then." Anti snarled, shrugging causally, his voice distorted and threatening.  Trimmer flinched at him, but didn't move.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Wilford's been training me as his apprentice you know? I can create pocket dimensions too and trust me, you don't want to mess that. I mightn't be on the same level as you power wise, but in polecat dimensions I can shift reality however I want, I can amplify my powers to match yours!" Anti eyes widened minusculy. Wilford's Pocket dimensions were what Dark was using to steal their energy or whatever with (Or at least that's what he was theorising, he actually honestly had no idea what was going on) and that's where the Creators are trapped. If Trimmer can also influence pocket dimensions too, maybe Anti could put a stop to all this without being violent? Or well, he'd probably still be violent regardless but the thought was nice. Maybe he should take a leap out of Darkiplier's book and try a little slide of manipulation? Okay uh, he needed to find a weakness to exploit. Trimmer's blind faith in the Heart and Soul of Markiplier's channel maybe? He definitely seemed to hero worship the walking corpse and pink psycho, thats for sure. But maybe he should try find something else?

"Oh really? You? You can manipulate pocket dimensions? Don't make me laugh." Anti tested. Bim's face turned a shade of red and he clenched his fists. Boom bada Bingo, Bim Trimmer is an Ego with an ego problem.

"Yes, me! I bet you don't know the first thing about pocket dimensions!" Oh my god this was too easy. He was starting to understand why Darkiplier tended to take this route. Okay, time to get some answers.

"Oh yeah well, I know that in pocket dimensions, the laws of time and space and shit don't apply, so you can do whatever you want to who ever is in there. And, once you create a pocket dimension, you can pass on control of that dimension to someone else for them to use." Anti smirked smugly. He knew that information from experience, it was what was happening right now so there was no possible way-

"Oh ho ho, Is that so?" Anti's eyes snapped back up to the laughing ego, taken back. "Who told you that garbage? You can't pass on the control of a pocket dimension to some one that doesn't have the ability to manipulate them moron." Trimmer rolled the r's dramatically but Anti couldn't even find himself to be irritated because what the Fuck. Okay yeah, screw manipulation.

"But that doesn't make any fucking sense, then how come Natemare and Shit can supposedly manipulate Wilford's pocket dimensions?! That's a major fucking hole in Darkiplier's plan if the whole reason why he's gathered us is for us to use the dimensions and torment the Creators!" Trimmer's had paled significantly at Anti's words but the glitch demon just ignored him. His mind was reeling from confusion, they apparently weren't in control of the pocket dimensions?

"Wh-What?" Trimmer spluttered. "What the hell are you talking about?" Anti held up a finger to him, squeezing his eyes shut.

"No okay wait, Shut up for once." If What Bim said is true, that means that Wilford was still controlling the pocket dimensions, but if that was the case they would know since the dimensions weren't doing what the wanted them to do, which means that Wilford somehow knew exactly what they wanted to do the exact second it happens and the only way that's possible is...

Fuck.

"Wilford is in our heads. When we're in the pocket dimensions, he's reading our minds. Mad knows that I left the room to go stop Darkiplier and if since Wilford can read Mad's mind he-SHIT!!" Wilford knows that he's going to try stop Darkiplier and of course he would of told Darkiplier since he's his right hand man until the end that loyal bastard!! There goes his element of surprise, Darkiplier probably already knows he's coming. He needed to get to Darkiplier's office now.

"Uh...What-"

"I said SHUT UP!!" Bim's mouth slammed shut harshly.  Anti's breathing was short and quick as his nails angrily dig into his palms. "I don't know what the fuck Darkiplier wants, power, an army, but whatever it is it's not good news, and he's going to be using Natemare, MadPat,  me and that weird Blank guy to achieve it. I don't care what sob story Darkiplier is feeding you, he's bad news got it?! So grow a fucking spine and help me, because no matter how loyal you are to him, he is not the same to you! We're all just fucking toys to him, stepping stones for him to get what he wants and I am not letting that edgy bastard win. So are you going to stay one of his little disposable soldiers or are you going to fucking help me?!" He didn't have time he was running out of time Darkiplier was going to kill him he needed to do it first-

"Wait, Blank?" Anti blinked. That's the part he focused on?

"What about him?" Anti asked impatiently, his foot tapping so fast that it was blurring.

"What about-He's My friend!"

"I'm sorry, How is this relevent?" Anti would never admit it but the dirty look the Trimmer just gave him will haunt his nightmares for a good few weeks.

"I...If what you're saying is true, he could be in serious trouble. He's never been the same, ever since Dark offered to train him which was weird since I didn't think Dark liked Blank but uh...if Blank is involved in...whatever the hell this all is I can only imagine it's bad." Now look, Anti wasn't one to count all his chickens before they hatched but...

"So does this mean you'll help me?" Anti asked, fingers crossed on one hand and the other ready to summon a knife. You know, just in case. Trimmer narrowed his eyes.

"I don't trust you, and I want to hear the full story of what's happening first but, I owe Blank my life. I'll help. But the second I smell bullshit, I'm turning you in to Dark and you can be his problem." Bim pointed a threatening finger at Anti but he couldn't care less.

"Yeah Yeah Whatever, so will you tell me where Dark's office is?" Trimmer frowned, considering which was bullshit because didn't he literally just say he'd help?”

"You said Dark probably knows you're out to get him right?" Trimmer asked, smiling slightly. Why the fuck was he smiling?!

"So?!"

"So, you need to do the opposite of what Dark will expect you to do! Obviously Dark would expect the first thing you would do is barge into his office, knives swinging and screaming." Anti's eye twitched, But it's not like he could deny it.

"So, What do you suggest I do?" Oh yeah, that asshole was definitely smirking now, fuck him. Trimmer pushed up his glasses, the light glinting off them making him look like an anime character.

"We did to do something completely unexpected, something Dark would never think you'd do."

"And what the fuck would that be genius?!" Anti hissed.

"Why, something smart of course! Dark would never see it coming!"  Trimmer flashed him a too perfect smile and raised his hands dramatically and it finally clicked to Anti where he was from. Oh my God I'm teamed up with psychopathic game show host Jr. "Its a good thing you bumped into me isn't it? After all, how on earth would you manage to not royally screw everything up without me?"

Yeah it's offical.

Anti fucking hates rhetorical questions

“Come on Then Turtle Boy! Dark's office is a bit of a walk from here, we can talk about a plan while we walk. Or well, I’ll come up with a plan, you can just nod your head in agreement and compliment me, that works too. Hope it’s not too much work for you though!” As Anti glared daggers into Bim's retreating form, he wondered if stopping Darkiplier was really worth all the trouble. Although since apparently he was the only damn person in the entire world that was actually competent enough to save it, he guessed he didn’t have much of a choice. Besides, maybe if he stopped Dark and figured out what he was doing he’d be able to twist everything around in his favour. He definitely wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity like this.

He just hoped that he wouldn’t give in to the urge to slit Trimmer's throat until he got what he wanted.

[fearofaherobrine]

Roleplay Server Log #365

"EAlex, Baby Presents and Antiquities”

[Flux] Is sitting inside watching CP build through the window. A small smile flickers across her lips as she watches the effort he's putting into making a room for his daughter-

[Notch] Slips up behind her and hugs around her, putting his chin on her shoulder- Bring proud of our son?

[Flux] - He is doing a wonderful job, but I wonder...  Where will the baby sleep?  Surely a bed will be too large for her...|

[Notch] My bet is that Cp will will make a fancy room for the baby, but the baby will sleep with Lie for quite some time, because mom's worry.

[Flux] - But surely there must be other things they will need?

[Notch] Yes.... this is true... we should probably go out and buy her stuff like everyone did with Aven actually...

[Flux] - You bought stuff for Aven?

[Notch] Well, yeah! It's kind of a tradition for friends to buy a new mom a bunch of baby stuff. The closer they get to having the baby the less able they are to get around and do stuff. So it usually means they aren't working and could use a hand. And babies are incredibly expensive.

[Flux] - I see.  Then don't you think it's time we did that?  Lie is getting rather large...

[Notch] Rubs his chin- You're right. You feel like going shopping? It might be a bit of sensory overload.

[Flux] - If you are there, then I'm sure I will be fine

[Notch] Smiles- So do we drag Cp along and make him carry stuff or no? There's always the razor thin chance he'll get slightly emotional.

[Flux] - No, let's surprise them.  We could say your coworkers want your help with a small problem they've found as an excuse

[Notch] Well we need at least one person who can make portals. And I don't think BEN would be interested. So I'll call Doc for a ride. - He starts walking outside as he types-

[HG] -has just come by to water some of lies plants when he sees notch and waves- hi

[Flux] Follows him out-

[Notch] Oh hey Hg. Hey, you haven't learned how to make irl portals yet, have you?

[HG] no not yet but I should

[Notch] Doc should be along shortly, you should ask them to help you at some point.

[Doc] Comes galloping across the yard with Deerheart on hir back-

[Yaunfen] Is racing alongside them with a big smile-

[Flux] Sidles up next to Notch and takes his hand-

[HG] -Waves- hello doc, deer, yaunfen

[Doc] Hey guys. I take it we're making a party of this?

[Yaunfen] bounces around a little- I wanna go out!

[Deer] - Hey HG- She slides down off of Doc

[Yaunfen] Shifts into their kid form and plops a beret on their head. - I'm ready!

[Doc] Tuck your tail in kiddo.

[HG] oh are you going out to the real world can I come?

[Notch] Oh, yeah. I think I need a different shirt. - Goes back inside and comes out wearing a hoodie.

[Doc] If you want too. We're just going shopping.

[Deer] - Love?  Do you have my shoes?

[Doc] Yeah, I grabbed them when Notch messaged me. - They shapeshift and hold them out. They've already begrudgingly changed to some plain street clothes.

[HG] -puts on his sunglasses-

[Deer] Huffs but does take the shoes-

[Notch] I'm ready when you guys are, but... not everyone will fit in my teeny little car.

[Doc] Well... we could always come out in Dawn's shop. I doubt she'd care. You've still got that occult passport right?

[HG] -puts on his plain clothes- oh doc do you think at one point you will be able to teach me how to use portals?

[Notch] Oh, yeah! Right here. Got my cards too.

[Doc] I can try. I kinda suck at it.

[Flux] Makes certain the flash drive containing her seed is safely tucked away against her skin-

[Doc] Is texting on hir carrot phone-

[Notch] At least we won't have to worry about Licht if we're in a different country...

[Deer] - Now Yaunfen, you know you have to stay close, right?

[Doc] Okay, we're golden. She put up her closed for lunch sign.

[Yaunfen] Yes mama. - reaches for her hand-

[Deer] Smiles a little as she takes it-

[Doc] Swings back and jams forward in a violent headbang and the portal cracks open reality in front of hir-

[Notch] Peeks out-

-The opening is in front of a very old TV in a small room a few steps away is a balcony overlooking the rest of the antique shop-

[Mort] Waves from the steps- Hey Notch.

[Doc] Holds the way for the others to pass through onto the rather threadbare carpet.

[Mort] So what kind of mischief are you guys all up to today?

[HG] -goes though looking at all the different things-

-As the servers pass through, they take a moment to shift into more human like appearances-

[Mort] Nice transformation! You guys make it look so effortless.

[Dawn] Also comes up and releases the tiny chain that blocks the stairs-

[Deer] - It always feels so weird

[Doc] Yeah I know. It pays to stay away from mirrors and not look at your hands too much.

-The shop is a little dusty as usual, but the scent is a comforting mix of wood polish, books, elderly dried herbs and attic smell.

-The tv makes an awful crackly static noise behind them all.-

[Doc] Jumps in a little bit of fear- Please don't be Polybius...

[Yaunfen] Stays close to Doc-

[HG] -covers his ears not liking the sound of static-

[Glitchy] -There's an awful crackling as he pulls himself out of the same electronic device, looking like something decidedly eldritch. Neat. ...Also slightly horrifying.- Huh. -The Tv stops crackling.-

[Yaunfen] Eeek!

[Dawn] Defensive stance-

[Doc] Oh geeze Glitchy you scared me....

[Notch] Same!

[Glitchy] -Looks at Dawn and his eyes narrow behind his glasses a bit, before he looks back at Doc- Didn' mean to. Felt someone going. Decided I'd tag along. I need the exercise.

[Dawn] Who is this? I don't think we've met...

[Doc] Ah, okay. You know our friend Lie is pregnant right?

[Glitchy] Since Strangled isn't here, I'm just Red. And yes, I figured as much.

[Mort] Hey Hg, wanna give the plants a boost while Dawn isn't looking? - Indicates a windowsill full of sad little shoots in pots-

[Dawn] Red? I'm Dawn.

[Doc] Dawn's a witch Glitchy.

[HG] -Sees the plant and waters them while also fixing their soil-

-The little sprouts explode and throw a few creeping vines up the windowsill and down to the carpet. -

[Mort] Glad to see someone loves doing that as much as I do.

[Glitchy] A pleasure to meet you. -He doesn't offer his hand to shake, but does nod aknowledgingly-

[Dawn] Likewise. What's your area of expertise?

[Doc] How are you eyes doing anyway Glitchy, you haven't checked in with me in awhile.

[Yaunfen] Regards the overflowing plants. - Aww... no candy. I like the sweet plants better. How are the pumpkins Hg?

[Glitchy] Glitches, Dreams.. Pokémon. Oh! And they're a lot better! I mostly need my glasses to read on good days. -He taps his glasses and it's obvious today isn't a "just for reading" day-

[HG] they are growing great they are already starting to combine not as big as the others though

[Yaunfen] Let me know when they're ready! We can make a big fun mess!

[Dawn] Dreams... -she shakes her head a bit- Never was one for sleeping very soundly.

[Mort] Wait! Someone said Pokemon!

[Dawn] Oh gods....

[Mort] Has already whipped out a DS, - I'm playing Leaf green!

[Glitchy] I could help with your sleep, if you want. And really? -He moves over to Mort to look- I don't remember much about that generation.

[HG] -Is looking around at the different thing in the shop-

[Mort] I'm not very far but my Beedrill is pretty cool. I started with the Bulbasaur.

[Glitchy] I could hook you up with a mew, if you want. Or any of your favorite legendaries. -It's a tempting, half thought offer, more habit than anything.-

-There are a lot of books, no real order to anything. The shelves are crammed with knicknacks too. There's a small rack of clothes but it looks mostly like oddball coats. Someones cosplay closet but more authentic.

[Mort] Really? I love Mew! They're so cute.

[Glitchy] Of course. Even register it as a legit one. -Holds his hands out for the ds-

[Yaunfen] Wanders over by HG and pokes a finger in a little table fountain - I like the noise.

[Mort] Holds it out excitedly-

[HG] it's pretty too

[Yaunfen] Is pulling books and looking at them. They're holding a book on faries with some lavish illustrations-

[Glitchy] -Takes it and gets to work, there's a few concerning DS noises before the encounter music starts. Onscreen is a mew!-

[Mort] Catch it!

[Dawn] Good grief....

[Doc] Is leaning over to see-

[HG] -looks for a book on plants-

[Yaunfen] Hey HG? I got something from the sifter that says it's supposed to be a plant but it's not?

[HG] what is it?

-The screen is clearly different from a normal encounter, but only slightly so. Every item is maxed out, the PP is as well, and the HP bar is leading off the screen-

[Glitchy] -Bleps a small amount as a pokeball is used. It shakes once, twice, a third, and with some glitch motivation, clicks.-

[Yaunfen] Holds up what appears to be a chunk of pink rock candy, it looks vaguely like a little pink butt.

[Mort] Holy crap that's off the charts!

[HG] candy plant?

[Glitchy] Huh? -Looks up as it offers the naming screen- Oh, yeah. That happens when I do it. Strangled's HP bar will wrap around the screen, actually. Do you want to name the mew?

[Mort] Lets name him Skittles!

[Dawn] I'm going to go do the books...

[Notch] snickers-

[Yaunfen] I dunno. But it looks like a butt. - grins.

[Glitchy] Nice name. -He inputs that and saves the game before returning the DS to Mort. The next encounter everything would be back to normal, unfortunately. Seems if you want great stats you have to have Glitchy keep touching the device.-

[HG] I mean it does I wonder if water it, it might help it yaunfen

[Mort] Thanks man! - chuckles- I hope they get along with the rest of my team. Don't make my poor Oddish feel self-concious or anything. Haha.

[Yaunfen] You can try? - Holds it out a bit in it's little pot.

[HG] -waters the plant-

[Glitchy] Oh, they'll love Skittles. -There's a bit of darkness in his eyes as he mutters under his breath- Or they'll die a swift death.

[Mort] As much eyebrows up as a slightly pliable skull can muster.

[Glitchy] -Raises an eyebrow back- What?

[Mort] I guess it's more intense if it's a game you regularly go into...

[Doc] Please don't break my friends DS or spirit Glitchy.

[Glitchy] Oh you have no idea. And I won't! -He crosses his arms a bit- I'm not Strangled. That's his thing.

[Yaunfen] Watches the little plant as it shivers a bit and them plumps up slightly bigger. - It didn't do much, that's weird....

[Mort] Okay. Dawn's not too excited about playing games. She's a bit old fashioned. She gave me a few eye-rolls over getting this.

[Doc] Snorts. - Old fashioned? From what she's told me, she's so old when she was a kid pottery was considered innovative.

[Dawn] From downstairs- I heard that Doc....

[Doc] Sorry! But it's true isn't it?

[Dawn] Grumpy noises-

[Flux] Has been wandering the store, there are a lot of things that she's never seen before and she has a number of questions building. She's already shifted hey clothes to be more appropriate for out in the real world-

[Deer] Has gone to the window to look outside-

[Dawn] At Flux- See anything you like?

[Flux] - I'm not certain, there's so much here that I've never seen before...  I don't even know what most items in here are...  She runs fingers along a piece of an old loom

[Notch] I think I know what that is?

[Dawn] It's for weaving fabric. It makes smaller loops then knitting.

[Flux] Glancing at Notch- Isn't that what Steve does?

[Notch] Yes, he has his own name for it, but it's a thing people do out here too.

[Doc] He chose that name because it had something to do with the sounds his canes make when he clicks them together.

[Deer] - He's made so many things too!  Did you see the baby socks he made for Lie?

[Doc] I heard he was doing it, but I didn't see them.

[Yaunfen] From behind a bookcase - I saw! They were super tiny!

[Flux] Notices some jewelry and looks at the shiny pieces inside the case- Humans make such interesting things...

[Yaunfen] Is turning a little crank and it's making a slight grinding noise-

[Mort] You need a pencil to make that one work.

[Dawn] Smiles- I'm not much for wearing jewelry, but it is a feast for the eyes.

[Doc] I just like shiny things. And it's a good thing too because my little one has tracked a fair amount of glitter all over the castle.

[Flux] - Well you did see why I could not in the past, it would have become tainted

[Deer] - There is an over abundance of glitter in the castle...

[Notch] Takes her hand- See anything you like?

[Flux] - I am not certain...

[HG] -found a book on plants and is siting on the floor reading it-

[Mort] Peeks over his shoulder a bit-

[HG] -doesn't notice he is to engulfed in the book-

[Notch] Casts around and then makes a little noise - how about this?

-The necklace is three strands of purple beads grading from light to dark.-

[Doc] I think that would translate well into a lower resolution too....

[Flux] Flushes a little in her cheeks- I...  I...

[Notch] Gives her an uncertain look, his own assertion of her tastes being tested- Is that... okay?

[Flux] - I suppose...

[Notch] Then I'll take it. Please.

[Dawn] Unhooks the strands with a smile and passes them to him.

[Notch] Delicately hooks them around her neck and arranges them in a graceful drape over her shoulders and chest.

[Flux] Her fingers rise up to brush against the cool beads against her skin-

[Doc] Are we trading today, or just cash?

[Dawn] I can do either. Or both.

[Notch] Is just mooning over Flux.

[Yaunfen] Slides up behind Doc and scoots a small pile of books along the glass counter and closer to them-

[Flux] - Ah, Dawn, there is actually a slight problem you could help with

[Dawn] And that would be?

[Flux] - There is a problem with my energy whenever Notch and I...  Finish, our more intimate moments

[Dawn] Oh? Are you having some kind of surge?

[Notch] Not exactly...

[Flux] - I end up being unable to hold my form...

[Dawn] So it's a concentration issue?

[Flux] - Yes

[Dawn] Drumming her fingers. - Hmm. You guys have to come back here to go out again right? Let me think about it for a bit.

[Flux] - Alright, thank you

[Yaunfen] And this? Please. It reminds me of mom when you annoy her-

[Doc] Is suddenly trying not to laugh-

-The piece is a brown and white pitcher with a moose head as part of the top and spout. The face of the moose has rolled upward eyes and it looks pretty done with everything.

[Deer] - Yaunfen!

[Yaunfen] What? It's doing the eyeball thing!

[Deer] - Sighs- Dawn, would it be alright to leave some of this stuff here while we go shopping?

[Dawn] Of course.

[Notch] Just start a tab. I've got this.

[Doc] Cradles the pitcher- We'll treasure it always.

[Flux] - Is there anything you would like us to get you while we are out Dawn?

[Dawn] Nah, I'm good.

[Mort] Wait... will the candy plants grow out here?

[Yaunfen] Shrugs-

[HG] huh plants?

[Deer] - Well if Lie's plants can grow out here...

[Doc] Yaunfen do you have any on you?

[Yaunfen] I have some of the candy cane cattails, the popsicle grass, and some of the chocolate pumpkins.

[Doc] I'd try the cattails.

[Mort] I'll grab some dirt, there's a little under the sink from when I topped off the windowbox-

[Dawn] There's a bucket in the bathroom closet.

[Flux] - Do you know where the closest shop with baby stuff is Dawn?

[Mort] Fills the bucket and comes back with it.

[Yaunfen] Sticks a cattail in the dirt and makes a gracious gesture for Hg-

[HG] -gets up still holding the book he was reading and walks over ready to water it-

[Dawn] Mmmm, this is a historical district. There's all kinds of crazy shops if you just walk that way. - points- If you go the other way, there's nothign but fast food but you'll reach a mall with a ton of stuff and I'm pretty sure there's a baby store.

[Mort] Ok Hg show us what you've got.

[HG] -waters the plants-

-There's a bit of an organic groan and the cattails multiply, filling the bucket and making a very sharp peppermint smell-

[Yaunfen] Holds up the rock, again- more please?

[HG] sure -Waters the rock again-

-It wiggles a little bit, but that's all. -

[Yaunfen] Squints suspiciously at it.

[Flux] - May I see it Yaunfen?

[Yaunfen] Passes the hard chunk to her.

[Flux] Uses her magic to investigate it a  little-

-It is organic, but sloooooooow. Worse then an olive tree. -

[Flux] - It's almost like it's sleeping...

[HG] maybe it is

[Yaunfen] Nose wiggle, [because they have no whiskers at the moment] -

[Doc] Well it was a fossil, kiddo. Maybe it wasn't something well-adapted. Just don't eat it, okay? Just in case.

[Yaunfen] Okay, I won't. Probably tastes like butt anyway....

[Licht] Curses as she's once again exploded by a creeper-

-There's a bit of a flicker on the screen as if something is gliching. The summoner is still burning near the small house Licht has build at the spawn. For a moment the chat fills with garbage as the seed tries to resolve an obvious error. -

[Licht] - Are you back?

-There's a lightning strike and a groan of pain from where it hit.

[Licht] Turns her character around- You've been strangely absent

-On the ground is a woman with long orange hair, she moves a hand and makes a pained noise.

[Licht] - What the hell?

-The figure slumps and lays still, barely breathing-

[Licht] Moves closer- Hello?

-The character is unmoving and there's the smallest trickle of blood from under her hair. -

[Licht] Swats at the air over the figure-

-She flinches as if hit and painfully rolls over, blinking a bit. Her eyes are white and glowing and there's a bit of blood on her lips-

- /System generation error 652522-89832-68321211 Alternate pathway used/ -

[Licht] - Can you hear me?

[???] Yesss....

[Licht] - How the hell did you get here?

[???] I don't know? But I'm not supposed to be... - She looks at her hands- an Alex?

[Licht] - What do you mean your not supposed to be?

[EAlex] Sits up and coughs. She looks down at herself- This isn't right... I should be... a Herobrine? How do I know that?

[Licht] - There's already a Herobrine...

[EAlex] There... there is? Then that's why. - she holds her head in her hands- Just my luck to manifest on a taken seed...

[Licht] - I, don't understand what you're talking about...

[EAlex] Yeah... well you're a player. I can tell by the stiff way you stand and move. You don't have to know.

[Licht] Scowls- That's what the other one said too...

[EAlex] Hey, you don't live here. Our troubles are nothing to you.

[Licht] - Maybe, but this is somehow connected to a case I am working on

[???] Appears out of a shadow- You're pathetic. Did you really think a summoner seed would be empty?

[EAlex] Makes a slight hiss of fear, but is still too weak to stand and fight.

[Licht] - There you are, will somebody please explain what's going on here?

[???] It's a war going on under your nose.

[EAlex] Is obviously afraid of him-

[Licht] - Now there's a war?  You are making no sense

[EAlex] Unless you intend to help, I'm not telling you anything.

[???] Your quarry has all the answers anyway.

[Licht] - Mr. Persson

[EAlex] The creator...

[Licht] - Yeah, I still can't figure out what he's doing or where he is

[EAlex] He made a gateway, so we could exist.

[???] You're more right then you know...

[Licht] - A gateway?

[???] Yes... he let the monsters in. - He laughs rather wickedly-

[EAlex] Is chilled to the bone and gives Licht the rather pleading look of a vulnerable woman who's realizing that a psychopath just bought her a drink.

[Licht] Sighs, she isn't sure what she should do- Look, I still have some work to do, if you need a place to stay, I've got a shelter, but not much else- She leaves the game playing in the corner of the screen and pulls up photo's of the outside of Notch's apartment, including the one involving Jeb, Yster, and CP

[???] Gives EAlex a rather vicious look and she shakes a little in fear-

[EAlex] Very quietly- Why are you doing this?

[???] Walks closer to her menacingly-  We have similar goals, you want out, I want in.

[EAlex] I just want to exist...

[???] If you're lucky, I'll let you live when I'm done...

[EAlex] Focuses in her sheer terror and the whole screen tazes sideways, she vanishes and the Herobrine looks around in confusion- Coward....

-In the very corner of Licht's screen a small head with orange hair  pops up from behind her windows bar-

[Licht] Jumps a little- What are you doing?

[EAlex] Climbs up onto the bar and smacks the windows icon- bringing up the start menu-

[Licht] Watches in confusion-

[EAlex] Opens a notepad file and starts typing- Thanks for leaving me alone with the psycho. This is why I say players don't need to know. You can just retreat and be safe.

[Licht] Types back- There's nothing I could do, I don't think I can get rid of him

[EAlex] Makes a pouting face - he is physically there.

[Licht] - So?

[EAlex] He can be hurt. I can too...

[Licht] - Look, the only reason I have this game is because it was given to me as a clue, I have no intention of continuing to play once I've solved this case

[EAlex] Blanches in fear- please don't delete that seed...

[Licht] - Why would I keep it?

[EAlex] Because then I won't be... anymore.

[Licht] - We'll see- She turns her attention back towards the photo's

[EAlex] Kicks her feet on the top of the notepad window for a few mintures and looks around at the pictures. - Wait... is that a Herobrine??? IN THE OUTSIDE???

[Licht] - What are you talking about?

[EAlex] Climbs down the side of the window, and takes a better look at the picture with Cp before pointing a shaking finger at him- That's a Herobrine....!!! A REAL one!

[Licht] Zooms in on the photo- Markus' old coworkers said that he was of familial relation to Markus...

[EAlex] No... that one isn't human....

[Licht] - Always more questions, never any answers

[EAlex] Makes a frustrated noise- But if he can get out... I have to meet him. Even if he tries to kill me...

[Licht] - I wouldn't even know how to lure him in...

[EAlex] Do you have any portable devices?

[Licht] - My phone...

[EAlex] Can you plug it into the computer please? -She shoots a look at the open minecraft window where the obviously seething brine is killing the local wildlife with abandon-

[Licht] - Sure...- It takes her a moment to find and untangle the proper cords and plug her phone into the computer- There

[EAlex] Makes a running jump at the control panel again and brings up 'my computer'. The window pops up and she vanishes into the icon for the phone. After a moment it rings-

[Licht] Picks it up-

[EAlex] Close the game! Just turn it off for now! Hurry!

[Licht] Does so- What is this about?

[EAlex] I don't know what he told you, but it was probably a lie. I can see your phone has wi-fi, so I'm just going to stay here for a while. Just please don't delete the game.

[Licht] - For now I wont

[omg-imagine]

⊱ Six Gifts ⊰

Summary: It’s your birthday and Jim loves giving you gifts.

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

Words: 3,235

A/N: It’s my birthday today and I wrote a little fluffy Jim Kirk fic to celebrate! As usual, sorry for any mistakes. Enjoy!

For those times when the mornings are rough…

You woke up to an empty bed, which was a little unusual since you were used to waking up with Jim right beside you.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you then let out a groan as you sat up in bed, silently dreading the fact that you have work in thirty minutes.

Although you loved being a nurse, the past week had been unbearable since you had to attend to your long-houred shifts running on little to no energy thanks to the broken replicator in your cabin– the only good replicator on the ship. Unfortunately, you didn't have time to run up to the commissary and make yourself a cup of coffee. Even if you did, the coffee there didn’t do much to help you stay awake.

After finally getting out of bed, you padded around the room looking for Jim but you realized he had already left. That’s when you picked up the intoxicating scent of freshly brewed coffee and you turned your attention to the hot beverage waiting for you in the kitchenette.

With the cup in hand and up to your lips, you drank the coffee in delight. It was the best cup of coffee you’ve had since coming aboard the Enterprise and you weren’t sure how Jim was able to make it. Once you downed every last drop, you washed and dried the cup before placing it back in one of the cabinets. Out of the corner of your eye, you became aware of a new device sitting on the counter.

The device was certainly not a replicator– it was a Keurig coffee brewer and those things were hard to find nowadays. You knew of it from your grandparents, who had called it one of the best inventions from way, way back in the past.

Right next to the coffee maker was a bag of coffee mix and a note addressed to you.

(Y/N),

I’m sorry for running out before you woke up. You looked so peaceful sleeping there and I couldn’t bring myself to disturb you.

I hope the coffee is still hot by the time you’re up. It costed an arm and a leg to get that antique, but isn’t she a beauty? I made myself a cup and it definitely beats the replicated stuff here.

Enjoy the coffee maker, it’s yours to keep. Let’s just say it’s one of the few little gifts you’ll receive today.

For now, duty calls. I’ll see you at dinner tonight, Angel.

And most of all, happy birthday.

- J

You placed the card down and decided to brew a second cup before getting ready for work. Your birthday was off to a great start and you were going to have to thank Jim later.

For those times when you’re stressed out…

Lunch time rolled around and you found yourself sitting in the commissary along with Nyota. You usually ate with Jim, but the man was apparently too busy on the Bridge to take a break.

“How’s your birthday so far?” Your friend asked as she took a bite out of her sandwich.

“It’s great. Leonard’s being nice to me today and it kinda feels weird,” you answered.

Uhura chuckled. “Well, aren’t you lucky. If that’s the only way McCoy can be somewhat a ray of sunshine, I’d wish it were my birthday everyday.”

You two continued eating your food until Spock arrived at your table with a present in his hands. “Good afternoon, (Y/N). I have brought you a gift from the Captain. He apologizes for not being able to join you for lunch but he promises to make it to dinner tonight.”

“It's alright and another present?” You commented as you were handed over the wrapped box. Tearing away the wrapping paper and uncovering the lid, your eyes widened at what was inside.

“May I ask what it is?” Spock questioned and you took the object out of the box.

“Uhh, bubble bath,” you responded unsurely. “James T. Kirk got me a bottle of bubble bath.”

“There’s a note here,” Uhura pointed out as she gave you the piece of paper.

(Y/N),

I know what you might be thinking. Of all the things I could give to you, here’s bubble bath. But worry not, my dear, for I had put a lot of effort into this gift.

This is one of the finest products out in the world of spa and you’re going to appreciate it for what it can do.

Remember those instances when you told me how exhausted and sore you are from working all day? Well, this particular bubble bath is known for being able to provide stress-relief and relaxation. It’s got essential oils and natural ingredients that is good for you.

If you don’t believe me, read the bottle. I got all of that information from the label. Honestly, I don’t understand how it works but the saleswoman recommended this to me.

It smells nice though.

- J

You twisted the cap open and breathed in the scent. Minty– just like Jim. “I could benefit from this.”

“Aww, that’s really sweet of him,” Nyota said before turning to Spock. “How come you don’t get me nice things like that?”

The confusion on Spock’s face caused you to laugh and you laughed even harder when he was left tongue tied.

For those times when all you need is peace and quiet…

You shuffled into Leonard’s office with tired feet and plopped down on one of the cushioned seats right in front of his desk. Kicking your feet up on his table, the CMO let out a sigh and put his PADD away.

“Y’know, you're becoming too much like your boyfriend and I'm not too keen on that,” Len spoke and you could only chuckle at his statement. “It wasn't a joke, sweetheart.”

“I figured,” you replied, letting out a yawn. “And so much for thinking that I wouldn't get the McCoy scowl on my very special day.”

Len rolled his eyes before reaching down and opening the cabinet to his left. He pulled out a bottle of scotch as well as two glasses, and proceeded to pour you and himself a drink.

“Isn't drinking on the job against regulations, Doc?” You reminded but you graciously accepted the glass and took a sip.

“It’s a little too late to answer that question now, (Y/N). Besides, you've got an hour until you're relieved of duty and you said so yourself, today's a very special day.”

Len raised his glass and you clinked it with yours. “Indeed it is.”

In the midst of your drinking, Leonard remembered something. “Oh, I almost forgot. Kirk stopped by while you were on break.”

“Really? What’s he up to? He left early this morning and missed lunch.”

“I don't know. He didn't stay long to chat. Anyway, he told me to give you this.”

A tiny wrapped box was slid to you and you looked up to Leonard. “Well, open it. I'm kind of intrigued.”

Once you got the wrapping paper out of the way, you took off the top of the box and were confused to see a set of earplugs. Taking out the accompanying note from the box, you began reading the explanation for this strange gift.

(Y/N),

Yes, they are earplugs. Noise-cancelling earplugs. Well, not entirely, more like drown-out-the-sounds-of-Leonard-hassling-you-during-your-shift earplugs.

Don't worry, I got myself a pair too and they work just enough for me not to hear Bones’ incessant heckling about the importance of getting my physical done.

I thought you may need them because you seem to get more stressed out with Bones around. Whenever you feel like working without listening to your boss’ negativity, pop these into your ears.

Hopefully, you don't use them on me.

- J 

You bit back a laughter as Leonard eyed you curiously from across the table. “Let me see that.”

Handing the note over to him, you already had a feeling of what was about to come. “That son of a– is he for real? How old is this man, twelve?! My god, I can’t believe the immaturity of our captain. When I see him in the Medbay next time, I won't hesitate shoving a hypodermic needle up his–”

You quickly placed the buds into your ears and listened to the muffled sounds of Leonard complaining about Jim, or at least that’s what you thought he was doing.

For those times when you miss home…

By the end of your shift, you had two and a half hours until your dinner with Jim. You decided to pass the time by visiting Scotty at the engineering room. You haven't seen him in awhile so you figured it wouldn't hurt to stop by and say hello.

“Ah, why if it isn't (Y/N),” the Scotsman greeted as you stepped inside his office. “Happy birthday, darling.”

“Thanks, Scotty,” you replied after he gave you a kiss on the cheek. You also noticed Chekov and Sulu standing nearby. “I didn't expect you guys to be here. How's everything?”

“It's been good,” Chekov answered delightfully. “And by the way, I would like to wish you a happy birthday as well.”

“Same here,” Sulu added. “And we're not just saying that because Jim threatened to kick us off the ship if we didn't acknowledge it.”

“Oh, no need to worry. Jim wouldn’t pull a stunt like that.”

“I don’t know, (Y/N). He seemed pretty serious back there,” Scotty chortled. “Speaking of Captain Perfect Hair, I have something that he wanted to give to you–”

He excused himself for a moment before returning with a large present in his arms. “Be careful, it’s a bit heavy.”

You looked to the two other men standing nearby. “Do you gentlemen have something for me, too?”

“Nope,” replied Hikaru. “Jim said this is the last one.”

Once you opened the box, you were surprised as you pulled out a potted flower. Marveling the bright pink hues of its petals, you then picked up the card that was sitting on the bottom of the box and read it to yourself.

(Y/N),

You told me that you love chrysanthemums because they reminded you of memories growing up. You especially love the pink ones since you and your mom would grow them in your backyard.

I know you miss being with your loved ones on Earth. Your job isn’t easy and I admire you for sacrificing so much to be here.

That being said, I am pleased to tell you that Starfleet is giving us some time-off in a couple of weeks. It’s only for a few days but we can certainly take advantage of it and visit your family. I wish it were longer, but this was the best I could do.

Anyway, I had asked your mother to send the flower over to Yorktown and I was able sneak it in when the ship docked there. For now, let it be a little reminder of your home, and the family and friends who are proud of you for what you do.

P.S. Don't ask me how I kept it alive since then. I'm just glad it did.

- J

“The Captain really loves you,” you heard Chekov say and you nodded. “I hope I find a love like yours.”

“Aww, you will, Pavel,” you assured, setting the note down on a nearby table.

“Who knew James Kirk was such a romantic?” Scotty added, to which you snorted.

“I didn't realize he was this romantic until today,” you said, sniffing the chrysanthemum and it really did remind you of home.

For those times when you just have to write it down on paper...

You returned to your quarters a little less than an hour before your dinner with Jim at the observation deck. Taking advantage of the time, you took a quick shower and got yourself dolled up for the night.

As you stood in front of the closet thinking of what to wear, you settled for an outfit that you had bought at a store during the last shore leave. You haven't worn it since you tried it on but it still fit your body perfectly. You knew that this one in particular would blow Jim’s mind away.

After putting on your clothes and brushing your hair, you then searched for your shoes that would match your outfit. What you didn’t expect was it to be already laid there by the foot of the closet door with a gift bag beside it.

Slipping your shoes on, you then sat on the edge of the bed and opened the gift bag. Inside was a bounded notebook with your name beautifully etched on the front cover. As you flipped through the empty lined pages in the book, a note fell out and landed onto your lap.

(Y/N),

One of the things I love about you is your mind. You have so many thoughts and ideas, and everything that comes out of your mouth is pure gold. I find myself wanting to listen to you for hours because of the things you say. You know just the right words to calm me down or keep me in line.

I got you this journal so you can jot down whatever it is inside your head. Writing can be therapeutic and a great outlet for those days when we’re too busy to see each other and there’s something bothering you that needs to be let out.

Be it your problems or those poems you enjoy coming up with, write it down. I promise to not read it unless you say otherwise.

- J 

You smiled to yourself as you turned back to the first page of the journal. Thinking back to the first night you met Jim, you would have never thought that life would be this way now.

You remembered being a young cadet sitting in a busy bar when the infamous Jim Kirk appeared and worked his charm. You had heard about him from your other friends and knew that he would be trouble.

The two of you became really good friends but you brushed off his many flirtatious attempts at you.

Then one day, you finally said yes.

You were being hit on by some drunk creep and Jim was there to defend you. It suddenly escalated into a fight and by the end, he was left with a broken nose and bruised knuckles.

That night, you finally went to dinner with him as a way to say thank you. It turned out better than you expected it to be and you realized that there was a special connection between you.

And for the past two and a half years of being together, it’s still there, stronger than ever.

Checking your PADD for the time, you noticed that you had about twenty minutes left until you had to meet up with Jim. Without much thought, you grabbed a pen from the nightstand drawer and started writing about your day and how much Jim meant to you.

Dinner on the observation deck had become one of your favorite things to do ever since you started dating Jim. Everything about that moment was perfect– the two of you were sitting across from one another and enjoying the best meal a replicator could replicate. It was a lovely way to end the your birthday.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” Jim asked before taking a sip of his wine.

You glanced up from your pasta-filled plate to Jim, a smile playing on your lips. “You did, twice actually.”

“Let me say it for a third time then, you look beautiful.”

“And you’re not so bad yourself,” you giggled. You were lucky to have someone as handsome as Jim. The man was breath-taking with his perfect face and perfect hair. And those eyes– very blue and very easy to get lost in.

“Did you like the gifts?”

“Very much. I love how you put a lot of thought into them. I still can't believe you were able to get us some time-off.”

“I figured you and I need to get off this ship for a little bit. Plus, we haven’t seen your family in a while and I think it’s time for a visit. Honestly, I tried my best with the gifts. I’m not the best gift giver out here and I was nervous that you would think that they were silly.”

Shaking your head, you reached for his hand and intertwined your fingers into his. “They weren’t silly. You could have been the typical boyfriend and bought me jewelry. Instead, you went the extra mile by making sure every gift was unique and had a special meaning behind it. This has been the best birthday ever.”

Jim smiled, his eyes crinkling the way you loved them. “I’m glad you think so. You deserve it.”

When dinner ended, you and Jim stood in front of the large glass window and watched the bright stars passing by. His arm was around your waist, pulling you flushed against the warmth of his body as he stole kisses here and there.

“It would have been typical if I gave you jewelry?” Jim teased and you gazed up to him.

“Not you, Jim. You are and will never be typical,” you clarified, placing the palm of your hand on the side of his face. “Give me anything in the world, big or small, and what would only matter to me is that it came from you.”

Jim grinned as he took your hand and pressed a tender kiss on the back of it. “What would you say if I have one last gift for you?”

“Honey, you gave me five already. I feel so spoiled.”

He took a step back, his eyes fixed on you. “This one is the most special.”

Watching speechlessly, you couldn’t stop the tears from forming as Jim pulled out a velvet box from his pocket. You couldn’t hold those tears back when he knelt down in front of you and presented you with the most beautiful ring you have ever seen.

“(Y/N), you are the best thing that has happened to me. I love you and I can’t imagine spending a day without you by my side. Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You quickly answered and Jim got up from the floor. He slipped the engagement ring down your finger just before you pulled him down, his lips meeting yours. When the kiss finally broke, you both were beaming. “We’re engaged.”

“I know,” Jim replied, his mouth forming a slight smirk. “We should celebrate.”

“We definitely should,” you agreed without hesitation. “Do you want to take a bath with me?”

Jim chuckled at your question. “Sure, darling. But may I ask, why a bath?”

You grasped his hand and began leading him out of the observation deck. “Because I just got a new bottle of bubble bath and I want to test it out with you– just to relax a bit. Once we get married, this is going to be one hell of a ride. Hope you’re ready for that, Kirk.”

Jim spun you around and you were now face-to-face with your new fiancé. His lips brushed softly against yours as he spoke. “I was born ready.”

For those times when it’s us against the world forever…

[gooddame]

You’re drunk and want my name tattooed on your ass. This is a good one to do...

I want to thank @lilbreck for always being in my corner even when I’m being a dummie about drabbles.  I’ve often said that she pulls me out of my personal bubbles more than she knows and this story is for her just because of that reason.

It’s a little over 4k so I’m gonna go under the cut so it doesn’t take up a lot of dash space. Though I can only be so sorry about it being grammarly incorrect so please excuse them. I will make up for it later. This can also be found in my new drabbles page Granted Wish on Fanfic.net.

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“No one says ‘just one shot’ and really means it Care,”Katherine cries as she grabs Caroline’s hand dragging her up on the bar stooland finally the bar top.

Caroline laughs as Kat hands her a shot glasses filling itup as the next song starts up in the rowdy bar they’ve been in for, oh, fourhours now. Their small drinks clink and it’s down the rabbit hole for Carolineas she swings her hips bumping along with Kat to the beat of the song. Shekeeps her head up dancing knowing Kat will never tire as she sways putting on ashow with her footwork making the crowd cheer loudly along with her.

Kat reaches for her hand as the bartender scoots them off inneed of room to serve the guests the pair of them have been entertaining makingKat roll her eyes and Caroline acquiesce to his need graciously. As graciouslyas a girl filled with whiskey and tequila anyway, strictly top shelf, she wasraised right after all in the small town of Mystic Falls. Kat seems todisappear into the crowd leaving Caroline to hunt for a stray chair or table towait for her so she can go home before she’s too drunk.

Her head sways to the new rhythm of the song playing, it’sone she’s heard for years and for some reason it makes her smile as Kat comesback holding two waters and two beers walking like she’s in a pool of jello.Caroline smiles reaching out to help her as they find a corner of the bar closeto the digital jukebox she finds herself leaning on to start in on her drinks.The water is invigorating as it hits her tongue, the lively bar crowd doing alot to keep her body temperature running high.

“I figured one more wouldn’t hurt,” Kat states as she sipsfrom her beer nudging a smile from Caroline as the blonde shakes her headsipping her drinks with glee.

Caroline only knows three words an hour later, ‘one morebeer’ as she observes Kat chatting up the brooding guy she had had her eyes onin the corner of the bar with way too much gel in his hair. Miffed Carolinerealized far too late that she wasn’t going to come back with a bottle of waterlike she said when she sees Kat grab for his hand. It’s a sign that Kat hasdecided to leave with him something that is confirmed when Kat throws her a slylook and Caroline reaches for her jacket preparing for her journey home. Alone.

Caroline mouths to her friend she’s going home, no need tomention how annoyed she is that once again Kat managed her to move past herthree drink max only to leave her high and dry. She counts her drinks, eleven,including shots. They shouldn’t feel this good, she thinks as she pulls herleather jacket back on knowing she doesn’t need it in the hot California aireven in the dead of night.

She makes herself focus, knows that with every tap of herheels on the pavement she’s that much closer to her comfy bed she never shouldhave left. Looking back when she’s down the block she discovers that Kat wasquick about her escape to as she is nowhere to be seen. Looking back so swiftlymakes her sway so she grabs onto the metal rails of a tattoo shop she alwayspasses on her way to work.

Before Caroline can think about it too much she’s slippinginside as her eyes devour the brightly colored displays on the walls and eventhe front desk. Her eyes release the sketches only to find a man with plumppink lips and dark blonde messy curls atop his head with blue searing eyesfocused on three sheets of paper over the front desk.

“Hey, I’m Rose,” The woman with the spunky brunette hair saidin a friendly tone as Caroline waved, “I’ll be with you in a moment. Feel freeto look around.”

Caroline smiled knowing she was acting drunk because she wasstaring not at Rose but at the man Rose was talking to and eavesdropping wasnot above Caroline, especially when drunk. She caught her say his name, Klaus,it suited him even though it made Caroline’s eyebrow rise notably. When herealized he had an audience in her Klaus waved her over, Caroline shook herhead but Rose also waved her back to them.

Rose’s eyes flickered from her to him as the corner of hermouth lifted, “Maybe you can help us out,” she says as she slides the papersCaroline can now see are sketches over to her.

“Currently,” Klaus speaks surprising Caroline yet again withhis British lit though if he sees her shock he doesn’t show it, “I’m unable tochoose between three of these designs. So you can see why I need you.”

“Actually, I don’t.” Caroline squeaks sobering at the worstpossible moment because his eyes are so incredibly blue and pleading, “I don’teven know why I came in here.”

“You’re here now,” he replies smoothly as Rose disappearsinto the back office, “And you’re wearing the shirt of one of my favorite bands-One of my favorite songs.”

Caroline looks down at the cut up yellow and blue Beatlesshirt Kat sneered at earlier that evening, “What song?” she inquired onlyraising her eyes as he makes a noise sounding faintly of amusement.

“With a little help from my friends,” he answered with a bitof intrigue in his tone as he closed some of the space between them.

She rolls her eyes even though internally she’s interestedin where he’s going with this, “We’re not friends,” she reminds him hoping shecan blame her flirty tone on the alcohol.

His eyes narrow in her lips, her smile, “Give me time,” hetells her as she looks from him over at the sketches he’s kept near this entiretime.

“Are these yours?” she asks surprised when she sees his namejust on the edge of the paper knowing the answer already before her eyes lockback with his.

“When you make something, it becomes a part of you,” heexplains, “That’s why it’s so hard to choose,” Caroline has already surmisedthis but she won’t mention it yet.

“I like the lines of this one,” she whispers in awe as hereyes took in the thin lines of the antique compass following with the words,‘Wherever you want to go’ wondering what it might look like in color, “It’ssoft almost like they’re just shades.”

“Is that the only thing jumping out at you,” he queriesmaking her blush as his words his breath tickles her cheek, “I suppose I shouldconsider it.” he says her before she can reply.

Rose pops her head back in to find Klaus has just decided,“Great, “I’ll get Trevor to start gearing up,” she tells him reaching for thedesign as his attention goes back to Caroline.

“Do you have any?” he probes and for a moment Caroline islost about what he means making her blush profusely when she realizes.

“I have two,” she admits as he smiles in her direction,“Teenage rebellion,” is all she’ll say after when his eyes linger on the starby her toes.

“And the other is?” he asks as his foot sets itself in frontof her own closing the rest of the distance between them as she lifts her handto brush her hair back.

“Just there,” he breathes over her wrist making Carolineinhale swiftly at the feel of his hot breath over her skin, “beautiful.” Klauscompliments her.

Without touching her Klaus has a way of making Caroline feelwarm all over making her slow drunken brain short circuit when he speaks again,“You’re welcome to one of these designs.”

“When you’re ready,” Rose calls from the further end ofanother room making Caroline jump back from their close distance, not an easyfeat in her shoes.

“Klaus reaches out catching her arm before she can dive intothe glass display next to them, “Um, thanks,” she manages out as the heat ofhis hands seeps into her body.

“Where are you getting it?” she tests straight after makinghim the surprised one for once and mentally she gives herself some points forfortitude.

Klaus winks as his hands ride off of her waist only to sethis fingers on the hem of his Henley and pull it over his head exposing theother images already inked into his flesh, “Can you guess?” he questions.

Caroline’s eyes shoot up towards the ceiling as he stridesaround her leaving his sketches and his shirt on the desk leaving her spinningwith possibilities. When she trusts that he’s been stamped and seated hergreedy eyes search for his sketches reaching for his shirt. An involuntaryshiver runs over her at the feel of the still warm fabric smelling so fantasticshe has to remind herself of what she’s doing.

She smiles as Rose comes back in to help her wagging herrazor perfect eyebrows at her, “Decide on one?” she asks as she reaches backinto her little office to grab a hanger for Klaus’ shirt.

“I don’t even know that I want one,” Caroline articulates asshe gives up Klaus’ shirt to the brunette, “I mean, they’re beautiful.” Shecompliments, “And I thought you couldn’t tattoo people who are drunk?”

“You don’t seem all that drunk,” Rose replied as she reachedfor the two sketches making Caroline’s hold on the edges become harder toescape from.

“Thanks,” Caroline says feeling the bite of her challengingtone as her eyes lock on the one sketch closer to the right replying in adefiant tone, “I want this one.”

Klaus’ deep pink lips form a stunningly broad smile when hesees her walk into the back, “Jeremy will help you,” Caroline hears Rose say asshe removes her jacket exposing her arms to the cold room.

“Couldn’t stay away,” he teases as she takes a seat on hisside waiting for Jeremy to appear so they can discuss where and how she wantsit to look.

“Bite me,” Caroline replies making him laugh and makingTrevor throw her a dirty look as Jeremy comes around the corner waving at herwith Klaus’ sketch in his hand.

Caroline lifted her hand, her knuckles rubbing at her eyesas she made a move to destroy the vintage alarm clock at her bedside, “I hateyou Katherine Peirce,” she groaned pathetically.

Her head swarmed as she moved to cuddle the side of her faceinto her fluffy pillow when the owner of the cursed name pushed open herbedroom door and spoke, loudly, “Please bitch, you love me.”

Caroline could feel the follicles in her eyebrows when theynarrowed in confusion, “What are you doing here?” she asks sitting up andinstantly regretting it.

Kat looks into her bedroom confused, “You called me,” shesupplied looking amazing in her suit pants and buttoned top with a revelingfront and fresh curls.

Caroline looked down at her Beatles top and panties justknowing her face must have looked like crap as she searched her mind for anidea of when she called her roommate, “I did not,” she said when she knew shehad no idea.

Kat makes a face as she moves around the kitchen, “Yeah, youdid,” she rejoinders reaching for one of their bright colored mugs, “It was toobad too,” she winks sparking something in Caroline, “I was getting freaky too.”

“Ugh, stop,” Caroline cries reaching for her ears to coverthem trying to keep the images at bay, “Why does my ass hurt?” she whinessoftly to herself.

But of course Kat hears as she passes by eating a croissant,“Did you fall on your flat ass?” she inquires with a laugh but to Caroline it’sa distinct possibility and then she realizes.

“Hey!” she shouts tossing her one of the pale blue pillowsthat has managed to escape the floor during her slumber.

Kat ducks with a swift flip of her hair, “Cute ass,” shecorrects with a grin, “My bad,” she replies as she starts the k-cup machine.

Caroline rubs her back softly feeling a slight sting as herfingers glide over the greasy skin while she moved to climb out of bed, “It feelsbruised. Why is there gauze on my bed?” she gasps out.

“Don’t you have a mirror?” Kat calls to her from the kitchenas Caroline pulls her shirt over her head as she rushed to her closet where herfull length mirror was propped on the inside of the door.

Turning her body Caroline felt her heart stop, “Kat!” sheexclaimed as she felt at her back where she had just been massaging to feel thetantalizing lines of her newly minted tattoo.

Caroline heard Kat run from the kitchen into her bedroom, “Noyelling,” she complains before her eyes set on what had Caroline doing so, “Idon’t have any cof-fee, Caroline how drunk were you?”

Her friend’s incredulous look done nothing to calm Carolineas she vaguely remembered she counted her drinks the night before, “I can’tremember,” she cries as Kat touches the edge of her skin.

The friends lock eyes in a daze, “Check your pockets,” Katbuzzes with trepidation motivating both of them scour her bedroom for her pantsand jacket for evidence of the night prior.

“My jacket is missing,” Caroline worries out loud while hereyes focus on the floor under her bed, spotless as she had expected.

“Jeans?” she asks as Katherine who has gone to search in theliving room having seen Caroline’s rings and necklace by the front door.

“Here,” Kat calls sounding as she’s speeding back toCaroline’s room just when the blonde is lifting herself off of her knees,“Receipt, in the back pocket.”

Caroline reaches forthe receipt as she throws on her silk robe covering her bra and panties, “PetrovaPiercings and Tattoo’s,” she mutters in dread, “That’s around the corner.”

“No shit,” Kat drones grabbing the receipt from her as shenotices something on the crumpled yellow paper, “Look at the back, phonenumber!” the brunette purses her lips as she raises her eyebrow.

Surprised Caroline retorts, “Klaus, I know that name, it’son my flat ass,” she grumbles as she tries to settle herself on her bed withoutdiscomfort.

“I said cute,” Kat corrects her as she sips from her freshlybrewed coffee Caroline can only assume she picked up while finding her jeans.

“Kat what did I do,” she asked her oldest friend as shesettles into the edge of the bed with her holding out her arm to hug Caroline.

Kat hands her the blue mug sharing with her friend as shespeaks, “I dunno,” she shrugs crossing her legs as she thinks, “Was he cute?”she asks Caroline as if she could remember.

Caroline sips fromher friend’s mug hating the bitter black taste without creamer or sugar as Katcontinues, “Because that is a nice ass tattoo, no pun intended,” she laughsthoughtfully, “Wait, actually yes.”

“Okay I am going to try really, very hard not to panic,”Caroline squeaks as she feels Kat reach for her coffee before Caroline can dropit.

Kat stands up cradling her mug, “Just dial the freakingnumber,” she rationalizes trying to keep Caroline level-headed was practicallyher first job and she’s good at it, “It’s got X’s on it. I mean, clearly, helikes you.”

“Okay,” Caroline swallows having just one more fear, “Whatif in my drunken state I met a murderer?” she inquires because in her statethat seems like a sensible question.

Kat groans rolling her eyes, “Then he would have found itreally easy to kill you,” she reminds her friend in a sarcastic tone Carolineis not fond of, “Call him.”

“Fine,” Caroline agrees before there’s a new problem, “Where’smy phone?” she asks her impatient friend as she checks the charging dock onlyto find it empty.

Kat looks from one end of the room to the other as shespeaks, “Dead probably, oh, here,” she articulates as her foot kicks one of herthrow pillows on the floor over finding it.

“Poor baby is almost dead, I’m so sorry,” Caroline stallscleaning the screen off from what she can only assume is the balm that wasrubbed into her backside.

“Connect it and push the pretty printed numbers,” Kat tellsher running out of patience for her best friend as her coffee mug gets emptierby the minute.

“It’s ringing,” Caroline retorts as she presses the icon forthe speaker before she can change her mind about hanging up entirely while inthe process of standing up.

“You’re on speaker,” Kat grumbles knowing exactly what istranspiring because she is in fact right there next to her friend.

The call connects just as Caroline shushes her phone all thewhile her eyes are on the counting seconds of the screen and his voice rumbles,“Hello?”

And suddenly the memory of Klaus floods her, “Klaus?” she asksonly to hear him chuckle lightly in her ear as the image of the bright light ofthe parlor takes centerfold in her mind.

She hears him shift from his position and greedily pictureshim, Henley, necklaces and all, “Caroline, good morning, Love,” he utters, hiswords wrapping her in their warmth.

She turns her head so Kat can’t possibly see the blushrushing to her face in a swift blush as she his voice evokes the memory of hishand in her own, fingers twined during the time that Jeremy had worked on aparticularly tender spot. Reality is lost on her as she lingers in her memoryof their unconventional encounter in the parlor. The deep frission caused bythe feel of his fingers in her hair massaging gently to the bite of his nail ashe deliberately cased all of her focus to come to him alone.

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She blushed at the way he all but smirked when she obstinatelycommunicated to him not to peek as she undid the button of her dark wash jeanswhen she noticed his eyes wander from her face. The mirror behind them wasuseless to showcase what she looked like lying on her stomach with a lifted upshirt knotted around her breasts as Jeremy worked on the stencil. Her eyesavoided his only to look straight across the room at the reflection of the fourof them in the room to find he was already looking at her.

“So, may name, ay?” Klaus asked, making her blush though she refused tolook away from his darkening eyes watching her in the mirror.

“It was part of the sketch,” she had intoned, proud that her voice soundedeven as her stomach fluttered under his penetrating gaze. “And it’s tiny.”

Klaus barely moved as he shifted to lean forward as she watched him inthe mirror, “I can assure you love,” he paused dramatically looking down at histrousers, “It is not,” Trevor snorted as Caroline turned a darker shade of red.

“Last chance to back out,” she heard Jeremy say as his needle startedup and Caroline steeled herself with a nod looking from Klaus to him in themirror nodding for him to do it.

It had been years since she felt the tight sting of needle to flesh yetCaroline savored it as she and Klaus exchanged hooded looks through the mirroras they say impeccably still. She took a special pleasure in the way his armsflexed as he stood when Trevor had finished with his tattoo. If possibly shelet out a soft moan while that happened she managed to pass off for pain whenKlaus looked back at her.

She watched him go before turning her head but not before catchingJeremy’s teasing reflection in the mirror and ignoring it as she hid her facein the headrest of her seat. So imagine her surprise when she opened her eyesto see a pair of black combat boots with the laces wrapped at the ankles andthe trousers she recognized as his tucked into them. Her eyes traveled over hiswaist to his Henley and necklaces before landing on his perfect little smirk.

“Falling asleep are we,” he inquired as he pulled on one of the rollerchairs closer with his boot before he sat down crowding her.

“I’m just,” she trailed off as his fingers stroked her cheek, hersenses exceedingly aware of him so close to her that she could smell what wasleft of his aftershave as he hovered over her face.

Distracting was one way of putting what Klaus seemed to be doing,making her think of him instead of the needle work at her backside. Yet hedidn’t speak, he didn’t ask why she had it placed there and Caroline didn’ttell him she simply stared straight into the eyes that bore into her own. Itwasn’t until at long last she felt the buzz of the needle leave her skin thatshe realized he held her hand still.

Jeremy moved to sit up setting his equipment aside as he cleared histhroat to make sure the pair of them could hear him articulating, “All set.”And actually listen.

He went over the instruction for tattoo Caroline which Caroline barelylistened too already having two other tattoos so she simply nodded. As she wasadding some more of the salve that he had offered to her Jeremy helped her wrapher tattoo to protect it on the way home. She watched Klaus stride to thecounter as she reached for her phone wallet in her jacket to grab her cardreading how late it was.

“Don’t worry about payment,” Klaus told her from the counter as sheshook hands with Jeremy, “I already handled it,” he answers her unasked questioncavalierly.

“Who are you,” she asked with a curious tilt of her head as Trevorwaves them out of the room back into the waiting area.

Klaus’ hand is on her upper back leading her but careful of where hetouches, “Would you like to find out,” he probed with a simpering look.

“Walk me home,” she statedpushing her jacket into his arms as she struts ahead of him where Rose holdsthe door open for them both.

“How could I not,” Klaus retorted with a brief lift of his eyes to theceiling before walking out after her, “You’re beautiful and it’s late,” Hereasoned.

Caroline feels him settle into her side on the pavement while she knotsthe front of her shirt to keep it from fussing with her newly covered ink whenshe told him, “I live just over there.”

“So our meeting was coincidental then,” he mused watching the ‘v’ ofher neckline slide lower from the severity of her knot causing a rumble in histhroat.

At their pace they make it to her building faster than Caroline wouldhave liked so when she pulls out her keys to get inside she asked him, “Did youwant to come up?”

Klaus faltered, “I think it’s safer if I just give you my number.” Hesaid cautiously as he pulled her receipt from his pants pocket.

“Why?” Caroline inquired as she watched him pull a pen from his boot ashe leaned on the building wall to write.

“Because you might regret leading me up into your home while you’restill inebriated,” Klaus insisted with her as he tucked his pen back in hisboot and handed her the slip of paper.

“I haven’t drank anything in hours,” she moped as she removed the spacebetween them eager to get him inside of her shared apartment considering Katwouldn’t be there.

Klaus tugged on her shirt pulling her that much closer and it that muchlower revealing the black lace of her bra, “And yet,” he hissed looking upinstead of down.

Caroline laughed in his ear as he continued to speaks, “You still couldforget about me in the morning. It would be a scandal, Sweetheart,” he murmuredagainst her neck.

“So with that said,” he hummed into her flesh as he nibbled at her ear,“Here’s your receipt Caroline.” While she felt his hand slide into her backpocket squeezing her ass as he placed his number inside.

Caroline took the opportunity to rub her front against his making himgroan, his mouth falling open as she surprised him with a deep kiss. Her handsunder his back drawing him closer as her fingernails punctured his Henleypulling him tighter against her. Klaus squeezed her waist as he dragged hismouth over hers purposely taking control of her kiss while leaning her againstthe brick wall.

He sucked on her bottom lip one last time as his eyes opened, his lungspressured for air as he spoke, “That was certainly a valiant effort.” MakingCaroline smile as leaned her head back on the wall watching him.

“Goodnight Klaus,” she murmured as she let go of the front of his shirtmaking sure he was finding this moment as hard to let go as she was before shereached for the keys hanging off of her wallet.

“Call me in the morning Caroline,” he all but purred as he lingered onthe step way, hands behind his back watching her go.

-

“Are you still there?” Klaus’ voice brought Caroline back tothe present making her feel about as warm as he did last night when he pressedher against the wall and she could feel everypart of him.

“Yep,” she squeaked collecting herself quickly, “Sorry Ijust,” she felt herself babbling as Kat mouthed ‘Game face’ to her.

Caroline nodded taking a deep breath, “Did you want to go tobreakfast, probably brunch? Oh, wait are you at work?” she questionedcautiously.

She heard his footsteps as if he was pacing in the roomwherever he was making her smile, “I’d love to meet you for brunch, I assumeyou’ll need a bit of time if you just woke up,” he tested.

“Great,” she said to him thankful of his consideration asshe moved around her room quietly trying to gather her brush and makeup wipes.“I’d love that!”

“What’s going on,” Kat whispers as Caroline reached for heryellow towel and kisses her friend on the cheek mouthing, ‘I’ll explain later’to her.

“Fantastic,” Klaus replies sounding nervous which only madethe butterflies in Caroline’s stomach flutter more, “I suppose I’ll text you inan hour?” he asked subtly pushing for a reply.

“Great, she exclaimed before she could think of anotherword, “I swear I know more words than that,” she promised as she strode to thebathroom whilst still on speaker.

Klaus made a sound before commenting, “I’m intimatelyfamiliar with what your tongue can do Caroline,” making Caroline think shecould go for a hot shower.

“Girl,” Kat salutes her as Caroline throws her robe at herwhispering for her to get out of the bathroom before she pushed her out.

“Great, I mean awesome,” she corrected as she switched onthe shower feeling for the right temperature, I’ll hear from you then.”

She felt his broad smile in his words as he spoke, “Lookingforward to it,” making her squeal to herself as the line disconnected andCaroline jumped in excitement.

The door swung open a second later before Caroline had achance to lock it, “Caroline, it’s later. So what the hell happened last night?”Kat squawked unceremoniously as she tossed Caroline’s dead phone into thelaundry bin.

“Kat,” Caroline laughed as her friend narrowly missedfalling into the shower in her very expensive heels Caroline was sure would beruined by water.

[ifishouldvanish]

The Boston Hour (5/?)

In which Belle is an Antiques Roadshow super-fan and Gold is her favorite appraiser.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: As the afternoon session comes to a close, Gold gets an opportunity to talk to Belle. RATING: T WORDS: 2,509 A/N: Enjoy more of these two dorks trying to flirt with each other! Once again, you can catch up on the TMI Tuesday Q&A for this story here, if you're into that sort of thing. :)

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“...The quality and craftsmanship of these pieces began to decline considerably after the fifteenth century. Prior to that time, they were commissioned almost exclusively by nobility, but as the popularity of the style grew, more and more pieces were being commissioned by the bourgeoisie. The pieces produced for these smaller, more numerous commissions lacked the care and attention to detail enjoyed by their predecessors, and as a result, that popularity quickly began to decline. However, in the late eighteenth century, Carlos III of Spain ordered an effort to–”

Rumford was appraising an impressive example of Hispano-Moresque lustreware when a petite figure in a blue dress stepped into his peripheral, completely destroying what little focus he had managed to keep since his conversation with David. Suddenly his thoughts were filled only with Miss French, and he had to force himself to finish his appraisal.

“An effort to p-preserve the ah… the techniques, which inspired a– inspired… a, um… r-r- revival of the style in the… the ah, mid ninth– I mean mid nineteenth– century. Which is... what I– what I believe we h-have here. Based on the ah, the coloring and the patterns used.”

He tore his attention away from the ornate dish like he'd been drowning and Miss French was the breath of fresh air waiting for him at the surface.

And there she was. Miss Belle French, heading in his direction. A Venus with her auburn waves, her plump, berry-stained lips, and towering heels. Good grief. Was it possible that she'd somehow gotten even more beautiful since he'd spoken with her little more than two hours ago? He watched as her friend showed her something on her phone, and she pouted her lips in thoughtful deliberation before nodding. Her friend then whispered something to her and winked, and Belle blushed– her smile blinding in its brilliance as she laughed.

Rumford swallowed hard.

He was going to talk to this woman? He was going to ask her out on a date? Was he out of his bloody mind?

He coughed and looked back to the dish in front of him. “A um, a piece like this would likely fetch about twelve hundred dollars at auction.” He finished quickly, the words barreling out of his mouth in a jumble. He half-assedly shook the owner’s hand, and as they left the table and the next guest was setting up, he chanced another glance over the small crowd to look for Belle.

It took him a moment to find her, because she was already so much closer than he expected her to be– as close to the front of the line as she could be without actually being in it. His breath caught in his lungs at the sight of her so near, and she bit back a coy little smile as their eyes met– a gesture he couldn't help returning. His whole body felt like it was buzzing, but the sensation somehow felt more pleasant and exciting to him than terrifying. Mostly.

She came back! That had to mean she liked him, right? But also, she came back? To watch him? How in God's name was he supposed to finish the rest of his appraisals for the day knowing her eyes were going to be on him the whole time? He should stop staring probably, but she was staring at him and smiling, so surely that meant he could stare and smile too?

“We ready?”

Rumford started at the sound of Fa’s voice and shook away his rambling thoughts. “Right.” He cleared his throat. “Yes, ah… of course.”

Fa snickered behind the camera and motioned for him to begin, and he finally wrangled his attention onto the pair of Vienna cabinet plates on the table.

The rest of his appraisals dragged on, and he both dreaded and eagerly awaited the moment his line of guests would dwindle down to nothing. His eyes kept drifting to Miss French, and the sight of her made him stumble on his words and his heart leap into his throat every time. The little smiles she kept giving him were so disarming, and he had to keep reminding himself to wipe the foolish grin off of his face lest he look like a complete loon on camera.

Soon enough, the line was gone and the time had come. Miss French was still standing at the front of the queue, watching him clean up his station. He was fully aware of the fact that he was stalling. There were only so many specks of dust he could wipe off of the tablecloth, and he had to be looking ridiculous at this point.

Talk to her. Just talk to her. You can manage that much, you bampot.

He slipped his phone out of his pocket and pretended to check for any missed calls or messages as he stepped away from the safety of his table– because that somehow felt like a good idea. How close should he get to her before he looks up? Should he act surprised? Like he didn't know she was there? Most of the guests had cleared out of the venue by now, it wouldn't be an unreasonable assumption to make, that she'd left with the rest of them. He got closer, closer, eyes fixed on the ground until he could no longer ignore the pair of ruby red heels that were in front of him. His gaze drifted upwards, to the delicate ankles the straps of said shoes were wrapped around, up the pair of shapely legs, over the rich blue of her dress, until– oh God. What a perfect face. Such a winning smile. And how did this whole speech thing work again?

“Uh…”

“Hey, Mr Gold.” She said, and how dare she look so happy to see him?

“Miss French.” He said, but the words came out in a whisper. “Hey.”

“Thanks again. For um, looking at my book.” She said, giving it an affectionate little squeeze where she carried it in her arms.

“Of cour–” with a terrible thud, his bloody stupid phone slipped out of his hand and onto the floor. They both stared at it for a moment while he decided whether or not to pick it up. Sod it. Not important. Just talk to her. “...Of course.”

“Um–” She wet her lips and shifted on her feet a little. “Yeah, I’ll um, definitely be doing some research into Mailys Desrosiers. So... thank you.”

“That’s– that’s good. I’m glad.” He said, the curve of his lips cracking into a full smile. Was he smiling too much? Did he look mad?

Belle glanced at the floor again and dipped down to pick up his phone. “You um, dropped this.”

He just stared at it in her hand for the longest time, far longer than he should have before registering that he was supposed to take it from her. “...Oh. Aye, I did.” He blurted, and since when had his palms become so sweaty? “Thanks. You. Thank you.” He slipped the device back into his pocket and swallowed. Cleared his throat. He should have grabbed another bottle of water when he had the chance. “I ah… It was a pleasure.”

“Yeah. It was.” She agreed, nodding and nibbling her lip, and Christ. Had she come back over here just to torture him like that? Did she have any idea, the effect she was having on him?

This was easily number one on the list of all the worst ideas he’s ever had. How did he let David talk him into this? With his, “You’re a great catch! A good-looking guy like you!” Ha! What a joke! He should politely excuse himself. Surely he had something he needed to do, right? Run to the bathroom? No, not that. Think, think, think...

But then David's voice rang clear as a bell through the mess of Rumford’s thoughts. She's clearly interested. Let her know the feeling's mutual.

He pressed his lips into a thin line, as if it could stop anything stupid from coming out. Took a deep breath. If you back out now, you'll only live to regret it. You can do this. Just talk to her.

“Y-You know, I–” He cut himself off and scoffed. Commit. “We... If you um– If you wanted, maybe we could ah, talk. Again? Sometime–”

“Oh.” Belle’s cheeks flushed pink and her grin widened, and Rumford felt like he would die right there on the spot.

“A-About the book, I mean.” He blurted. The light in her blue eyes dimmed a little at that, and why had he thought that would be a good thing to say? “Or um… anything, really.” He added, and her eyes brightened again. Yes, good save.

“I’d um, I’d really like that.”

“It’s just um– well, I think… I ah, I thoroughly enjoyed t-t-talking with you.” He stammered. “Well, not think, I mean I did. Enjoy. ...Talking with you. Miss French.”

“Me too. Mr Gold.” She was smiling, but she was also pressing her lips together at the same time and it was by far one of the cutest things he'd ever seen before in his whole pathetic life.

“So, ah… yes.” He nodded, his mouth answering a question that hadn't even been asked.

The tip of her tongue poked out and swept across her bottom lip, and she looked over her shoulder to where her friend was waiting. They exchanged slight nods and Belle looked back at him. “You know, my friend Ruby and I were um, gonna try one of the bars in the area tonight?”

“Oh.” Was she inviting him out?

“Aesop’s Tables? It's um, supposed to be two blocks east of here I think?”

“Aye. I've ah, passed by it a few times.”

“So, maybe you could um… join us?”

“Yes.” He nodded again. God bless. “Yes of course.”

“O-Okay.” She said it with a tremulous little laugh, as if she couldn't believe he'd said yes. As if saying no to her was even an option. Preposterous. “I'll… look for you there? At uh, eight-ish?”

“Eight-ish sounds good.” He said, and he noticed his cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so much. He didn't really care though, because his heart just felt so light and tingly and shiny and good and he'd just made plans with Miss French!

She did that thing again where she bit her lip and smiled. Then her eyes swept over him from head to toe and back again and he felt like he might combust. Like an ant under a magnifying glass in the summer sun. But in a good way? What that possible? It was as if all his senses had been heightened tenfold. He could feel every individual fiber of his shirt against his skin, hear his pulse, smell… well, something mildly offensive.

“So I guess I'll uh, see you then.” She said.

“Aye.”

She bounced on her toes and wet her lips. “I can't wait.”

He laughed, but it didn't make any noise, and he had to stop himself before it turned into wheezing. “I ah, look forward to it. Miss French.”

“Yeah. Well, I'll uh, see you later then?” She asked, and now she was swaying, shifting her weight from one foot to the other..

He nodded quickly. “Yes. Yes, definitely.”

“Okay.”

“...Yeah.”

“Thanks again.”

“You too. I mean, no. I mean–” he coughed into his fist. “The ah, pleasure was all mine.”

She blushed at that and it just had to be from secondhand embarrassment, right? There was no way he wasn't making a complete ass of himself. “Well, um… good luck with the next session.” She said. “Mr Gold.”

His body eased a little, the end of this torturous conversation finally in sight. “Thank you. I... hope you uh, enjoyed the event. Miss French.”

Her eyes lit up and she smiled. “Oh, it was everything I hoped it would be! You were um– you were amazing.”

“Oh,” he chuckled, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck and blushing. “Well, I don't know about that–”

“Well, I think you were...” She murmured, and Rumford was pretty sure the color of her cheeks was deepening. Good Lord. If she was blushing, he could only imagine what he looked like.

“That's… very kind of you to say.”

She pressed her lips into another tight smile and began rubbing her thumb two and fro over the corner of the cover of her book. “You're just always so thorough,” she said. “I mean, I just really appreciate how much of an emphasis you put on not just assigning value to the items you appraise, but on describing the um, socio-economic environment that produced them.”

“Oh.” He blinked and took a calming breath. He could talk about antiques. He talked about antiques all day. “Well I– I’ve always found that to be the most interesting thing about many antiques.” He said. “I like to think that our viewers feel the same way.”

“Well, this one does.” She chuckled. “You um, you just really tell a story with each piece.”

“Thank you.” He tried not to grin too widely at that, but it wasn’t every day that someone barraged him with compliments about his work– let alone someone as enchanting as Belle French. “I ah... I appreciate that. Truly.”

“I remember you were doing paintings and drawings back in Seattle two seasons ago and somebody brought in that um, engraving by uh… the German artist…?”

She remembered the items he appraised two seasons ago? If he wasn’t grinning like a fool before, he was now. “Max Klinger?”

“Yes! And you talked about the great upheaval brought on by the industrial revolution and how it um, influenced the art at the time.”

“Aye.” He nodded. “It is a… fascinating topic.”

“I mean, the segment they aired was only like, two minutes, but I could have listened to you talk about that for hours.”

“Oh. W-Why thank you.”

“You know,” she stepped closer and wet her lips, “whenever an interesting item gets featured on the show, I like to–”

“–Okay!” Ruby cut in. “I hate to break this up, but you two little aficionados will have all the time in the world to finish this conversation later.” She put a hand on Belle's shoulder and started to drag her away. “Eight o'clock at Aesop's Tables. We all good?”

Their eyes darted back and forth between Ruby and each other for a moment. They both and nodded in unison.

“Good. See how easy that is?” Ruby teased. “Well now– have a lovely afternoon, Dr Gold. Me and Belle here are gonna get out of here before one of the security people drags us out.”

Rumford gave an awkward chuckle, his nerves returning with the sudden change of subject. “Right, ah... Have a lovely afternoon.”

They turned to leave, and Belle threw one last look over her shoulder at him. She gave him another one of her precious smiles and waved.

On its own accord, Rumford’s hand reached upwards to give her a little wave back.

[weirdwritter-blog]

Metanoia

Chapter 1 the Gift

“People come and go into our lives, some of them will just pass by like friends becomes a stranger and others will leave but will not fade away like a beautiful moon in the morning sky.”

In the busy street a girl with a pink hoodie who is sitting in a bench with a cup of coffee on her side taking pictures of the people passing by, suddenly her phone rings. *sighs “Who will this be?”

“Hello?”

“Sofia?! Where the hell are you?”

“Don’t shout Tessa! I’m at the park; don’t tell me they want to change something in my designs? It’s not my time in yet! Look, I am still a freaking student Intern!”

“Wow! They need you especially the president; she wants you to come to the office at 1 pm sharp! Okay? Know goodbye I need to do some paper works.”

Beep…  Beep

“Then she suddenly hangs up” Sofia said it with a sigh, It was a silent morning, the cold breeze from the winter’s breath is swiftly passing by that make all leaves from the trees dance. Sofia shivered from the cold and started packing her stuff then she looks up the sky. “The day is just starting and everything is a mess, thank you very much!” she sarcastically exclaimed.  She started walking and headed to her apartment.

“Good morning Sofia, you’re up early?” asked the landlady holding a basket full of bread. “I was just taking a fresh air” Sofia replied.

“Hmm… I’ve got new fresh bread that I made, want to take some?” asked the landlady, Sofia shook her head and smiled, “No, thank you maybe next time”

“Okay, see you around” and the landlady walked away.  Sofia headed in her room and started searching the room key in her bag. “Where the hell is that key?!”

“Yo! Sofia my friend!”

“OHMYG-! Yah! Kim Taehyung! Don’t scare me like that, my heart will suddenly fall from my chest” said Sofia while clenching her chest. “Don’t worry, if your heart falls I will catch it for you” exclaimed Taehyung and winked at Sofia. “Omo! Look I’ve got shivers all over my body, I found it!” Sofia opens the door of her apartment. She remove her shoes while Taehyung following behind her.  “So how was your Internship at that advertisement company? What’s their name again?”  Says Taehyung while heading towards the refrigerator and getting a glass of water. “Ugh! Frustrating! And the name is Szen advertising company” Sofia grunted and flop on to her couch.

“What happened?” Taehyung asked and sit right next to her, “I don’t know, sometimes I feel like I don’t like what I do now, all of my designs were declined. And some of my pictures are not decent enough to be publish” She said in a low tone, Taehyung hum in response. “Maybe you need to work harder, and try again” Taehyung commented and smiled but the girl besides her still looking at the ceiling with a gloomy expression. “You know, you’ve change”, Sofia suddenly look at Taehyung, he is looking at the picture of Sofia and him when they were kids. He stands up from his seat and walk towards the picture. Sofia sat in the couch properly, “What do you mean by that?” she asked softly. “You used to be so optimistic and fun to be with. You used to be so full of hope. We used to be having fun together like traveling and sometimes you were my photographer when I am having a photoshoot. . You used to be passionate about what you do But now, you look like a…”

“A grown up? A person who doesn’t know what she wants? Is that what you are implying? Taehyung?” Sofia weakly smiled at Taehyung. “Look I am sorry that I cancelled all of our plans because I am busy, I know it is a lame excuse.” She said and weakly walked towards at Taehyung and gently touches his shoulder. “We used to be close friends but I ruined it all. Is it okay if you leave for now? I will talk to you later okay?” Taehyung sighed and walk towards the door, “If you need me, I am just one call away” he said and closed the door. Sofia went to her bedroom and started packing her things for her OJT then a tear fell and landed in her fragile fingertips. “Aigoo! Sofia! Stop this you need to start working harder. Okay? Everything will *sniff* be *sniff*alright” she suddenly sat in the floor hugging her knees; her tears started pouring like a silent rain in the night.  

“Good afternoon, Ms. Sofia” greeted a security guard and open the door for Sofia, “Good afternoon” Sofia responded with a smile. Then a brown haired girl tapping her toes looking at Sofia “I said 1 pm sharp” she scoffed. “I am here Tessa! Okay, I am heading to the office, see ya later” Sofia patted Tessa’s shoulder and walk pass her. “I am just worried about her” Tessa sighed, “But you know Miss Tessa just put a little faith in her, I think she can handle it” said the security guard.

Sofia knocks at the President’s office and a high pitched voice responded, “Come in! Come in!” Sofia slowly opens the door, “Sofia! My darling intern, come in!” Sofia bowed in front of the president, “You called me Mrs. Choi” The president stood up from her seat and laugh “I want you to be the photographer for the photoshoot of Love&Floral fashion line, and I also want you to make the concept for the photoshoot. I will give you all the clothes design.” She said with enthusiasm, “But Ma’am-“Sofia was interrupted by Mrs. Choi’s laugh “Ha! Ha! No buts! You don’t need to hurry, you have one month! I will wait for you proposal. Before that, you will have a photoshoot today with Mr. Lee. Tessa will lead you there. Tessa! Tessa darling” she shouted, Tessa entered the room “Yes ma’am?”

“Please lead her to Mr. Lee for the photoshoot.” She advised, Tessa bowed and signal Sofia to follow her.

 In the hallway Sofia told Tessa about her new project. “What do you mean you will decline? Are you stupid! This is your opportunity to show what you’ve got!” Tessa exclaimed with excitement. But Sofia’s expression stays the same. “You don’t understand Tessa! What if I fail this one too? I already failed the other one.” She replied, Tessa hold her both cheeks and squish it with all her might. “Tessha itsh hurtsh”

“Listen to me! It’s normal to make mistake okay!” Tessa let go of Sofia’s cheeks, “were here now, go!” said Tessa and gave Sofia a quiet “fighting” Sofia took a deep breath and knock on the door.  “Come in”

Sofia enters the room, a large oval table in the middle and 5 people talking to one another about the photoshoot. “Hello, you must be Sofia, I am Lee Chul, nice to meet you” he greeted.

“Good afternoon sir” Sofia bowed and smiled back, “Please sit with us, so that we can discuss about the photoshoot” he said. Sofia head towards the oval shaped table and greeted all of the staffs. One of the staff gave Sofia a copy of the products that she will take pictures of. Sofia looks at all the products, “wow! It’s gorgeous, a preserved roses. They also have on in a glass dome like in the beauty and the beast” she observed all the products while listening to the presentation of Mr. Lee “Do you have any questions about the photoshoot?” he asked,  Sofia didn’t hesitate and raised her hand, “Sir, what is the theme?” everyone  looks at Sofia, “Theme? I already told you didn’t I, we will make it part of the nature, our photoshoot will be held in the Garden of Eden okay? Anyone else” he explained, “Sir, what I mean is, what concept do you want me to do with it? We can’t have a photoshoot without a plan on what we want to tell to the audience about the flowers.” Stated Sofia, when she looks at Mr. Lee she gulped.

“Okay, I just need to make it look outdoor atmosphere, is that okay? This is the end of our meeting see you all tomorrow” he dismissed everyone; all of the staff left the room except Sofia. “Maybe I shouldn’t have asked that question” she gloomily sighed, and started to leave the office. It was already dark, and snow started falling. Sofia look up to the sky, it was a quiet night everything was covered in snow. Sofia started walking, in a cold winter’s night with a heavy shoulder. She entered a Café and ordered a cup of coffee. After she bought it she went straight to the park. She wiped all the snow in the bench and sat on it. “Wow, it feels like the snow is falling in a slow motion” she remarked. She observes the park; all of the trees, the streets and the benches are covered in snow, like a big white blanket. Sofia stood up from her seat went to the middle of the park and captured it.

“Time for me to go back home” she took her stuff and started heading towards her apartment, on the way she saw a night market. The sound of the laughter and giggles of the people is singing in harmony and resounded through the atmosphere of the cold breeze. Sofia took out her camera and captured the night market. “Well it’s not bad if I check it out” she went towards to it. Everything looks lively, people buying gifts, decorations and foods for Christmas. Sofia capturing everything she sees, some people approach her to try their sample foods and other’s just inviting her to look at their stall. But one stall captured her attention. A small booth selling different kinds of antique toys, only few people are passing by the stall, she hesitated to go but something is pulling her to visit the stall. Sofia took a deep breath and head towards to it. There is no one guarding the booth, and then a nostalgic feeling suddenly came to Sofia’s mind. She saw a small carousel music box, she tried to spin it and a familiar sound started to play in the music box.  “Good evening, young lady!” an old woman with a basket full of decorations greeted Sofia with glee. “Good evening madam” Sofia greeted back, “Looks like you are very fond to that music box” the old lady walked towards beside Sofia “Don’t be shy, you can look at it closely if you want” she continued, Sofia smiled “The music it feels like I heard it before, can I buy this?” Sofia asked. “Of course! Of course” the old lady went to the back of her stall and look for a paper bag. “Thank you” Sofia handed the cash and started to leave then suddenly the old lady called her. “Young lady!” she shouted, she followed Sofia and holding a rectangular box. It was covered with glitters of green and red.  And in the top of the box it has a little silver crown on it. “I want to give you this” she panted, Sofia gently patted the old lady’s back. “You shouldn’t run like that. You should have let me go to you, here have some coffee, I just bought it” Sofia offered the coffee she is holding, the old lady gladly accepted it “I saw how sad your eyes is when you look at that music box you bought, it feels like you the world is against you, I want to give this to you as a gift. I hope everything goes well in your life.” They both bid farewell and Sofia started to go back to her apartment.

Sofia started to look for her keys when suddenly she saw the landlady holding a basket full of breads. “Good evening” Sofia greeted

“Oh! Dearie, where have you been? Did you have dinner? I will make you some” the landlady suggested

“Nope, I am good!” Sofia replied, the landlady took two breads from her basket “Here have some breads, I won’t allow you to decline my offer” said the landlady. Sofia took the breads, “I have to go now dearie, have a nice evening okay!” Sofia nodded and walk towards her room. She straight went to her bed and started staring at her ceiling full of glow in the dark stars. Sofia looks at her bag and took out the rectangular box and the music box she bought. She turned the music box and it started playing, she puts the music box near in her study table she sat on her chair and watch it plays. “The music sound so familiar, where did I hear it?” Sofia bite her bottom lip, “Maybe I should make some coffee” she stated and headed to the kitchen, while preparing the coffee she started humming the tune of the music box. “Oh! The gift!” she exclaimed, she went back to her bedroom and took the rectangular box; she went to the living room and opened the light shade beside her couch.

She sips from her mug and look at the box, “Oh! It’s a nutcracker, how adorable!” she excitedly put down her mug, “What’s the purpose of this little silver crown, it’s almost looks like a ring” she carefully took off the crown and place it on the table. She gently open the box and remove the nutcracker, “Wow” Sofia put down the box, she started to look closely at the nutcracker, “I’m speechless, why did the old lady want to give me this, it’s charming especially the eyes” Sofia smiled suddenly a her cellphone rings. “Hello? I am at my apartment mom,”

“How was your OJT? Is it going well?” her mom asked. Sofia hesitated but she tried to sound happy “Yup! Its fine” she replied, “How is Taehyung? I hear that both of you are working together.” Sofia sighed “Yup, we are, how about dad? Does he still want me to take over his business?” Sofia asked

“Sofie, he just wants the best from you, even though we are not together, I know he still wants you to have a good career that will help you for your daily needs” she said, “He still doesn’t trust me, does he?” whispered Sofia, “Sweetheart…”

“Mom, I need to go now, I have many things to do. I will call you later promise” Sofia turns off her phone and throws it in her couch. Silently she walked towards to her bathroom and opens the faucet near the bathtub, and then slowly she lowers herself in. The sound of the dripping water is the only sound will be heard and the little sobs that resounds throughout the bathroom walls. Another phone call came, Sofia went out and took her towel and wrapped it in her body. “Hello? Tessa why?” she asked, she put her phone to speaker mode. “Did you get my email? I need a design for it tonight, I am sorry if I am rushing you, but please! Can you make it?” plead Tessa on the phone talking cutely to Sofia, “Fine, I will try my very best” she replied, in the phone Tessa squealed in joy, “Thank! You’re a lifesaver” she said and hangs up.

“I thought that I will get a goodnight sleep, but no! Life is against me again” Sofia groaned. She took out her laptop and started looking at her emails, the she started designing. Many hours passed she looks at the clock, “Shit! It’s almost 1 am, at least all I need to do is send this design to Tessa and I’m done” Sofia clicked the send button. She stood up from her seat and walk towards her kitchen to get some cup of coffee; she remembered the nutcracker and brings it with her to the study table.  She stares at it for a few minutes, “You know it would be cool if you can actually understand me, either way I will tell you everything” Sofia told the nutcracker what she felt and what happened in her daily life. The people she met, her friends, what she likes and dislikes. “If anybody sees me talking to you they will think I am a lunatic, but it doesn’t matter even you are just a nutcracker, you are a great listener. Maybe I should get a dog! They say that dogs understand us that they are also a great listener. Well I don’t want to go to a psychiatrist because I don’t have time and money to do it. Nevertheless time for bed, see you tomorrow” Sofia yawned and went to her bed.

NEXT DAY

The cold morning breeze entered in the open window that made the curtains fly, Sofia shivered under her blue blanket. She slowly opened her eyes and instantly close it again “Who opened the windows?” she walked towards the open windows and closed it, she started to sniff “Smells like scrambled eggs, is it Taehyung?” she hurriedly went to the kitchen but a man wearing a red coat look at her way. “Good morning Ms. Sofia did you had a goodnight sleep?” A tall man with a pinkish her wearing a black boots and red and gold coat. Sofia started yelling and throwing pillow at the strange man. “Please don’t shout! I am the nutcracker you just bought!” he shouted Sofia stopped and stared at the man up and down.

“I don’t believe you!” she argued and started throwing the pillows again, the man walked towards her while he is using his arm as a shield. “Look I can prove myself that I am the nutcracker you are talking to last night” he explained, “Okay! I will let you explain yourself but please don’t come closer or else I will shout!” she threatened and hold on the pillow she was supposed to throw. “Okay, okay. My name is Park Jimin, I am the nutcracker you bought last night if you are asking why I turn to be like this I don’t know the answer either, but what I know is that you are my last mission” he explained.

“I am sorry mission? What are you a spy? I will now call the cops!” Sofia fretted, “Wait! Please listen to me!” he pleaded, Sofia look carefully the man in front of her who is kneeling and begging for her not to call the cops “I didn’t bought you” with a sigh of irritation Sofia put down the pillow she was holding and sat on her couch, “The old lady gave you to me as a gift” she said, Jimin quickly stood up “This is the first! Do you believe me now?” he asked but Sofia shook her head “Nope, but many crazy things already happened in my life so I don’t care anymore. But you need to explain to me carefully and clearly who you truly are” she demanded, the so called Jimin smiled and bowed to her “As you wish” he replied and winked at Sofia.

[ourpyrexdaysatomicnights-blog]

January 27th 2018

I’ve decided to keep a diary. This decision was based partly on my newfound sobriety. It’s been 12 days since my last sip of alcohol. I chose to be sober because I kept blacking out and doing and saying things I don’t remember. It’s terrifying to lose chunks of time, especially since I’m so worried about time, all the time..hah. It scares me to death how I could wake up and be 5 years older and still in the same place, and then not even really remember what all I did during that time. So I suppose that’s my whole reason for this diary. I need to remember this. I need to remember my life. I have a terribly interesting one. Even without the alcohol. I thought it was just the booze, nope, it’s just me. 

Super quick ( but not really ) back story: I’ve been single for a year from Justin as of this month. Nothing really special about that other than it’s the longest we've ever been apart... or even spoke...He’s still the same guy though, doing the same exact things he used to, except now with Herpes. I spent a few months with Eldorado in the spring and the summer riding motorcycles and dressing up and pretending to be cool. He really liked me, but maybe only as much as an Aries can really like anyone. I ended up ending our fling on Halloween when he decided to have a bad attitude about me wanting to spend time with my friends, which probably stemmed from my bad attitude over his dumb hockey costume and poor choice of evening plans ( the black lodge party ). Yes, I was being a total brat. But in the end it showed me who I really wanted to waste all my time with. My two best friends, and not this brain rotted 46 year old. My 25th birthday was freaking amazing besides the DJ’s losing their shit, getting too drunk off the jameson handle I bought them, and then storming out. My ex Jonathan let me borrow some super professional sound system stuff and that really took the party to the next level. It was space cowboy themed and most people dressed up. It was the most fun i’ve ever had at one of my birthday parties. Also I got a huge Annie Oakley tattoo for my birthday. Maybe I’ll make a whole post about that later? Moving on... I have a ten times better relationship with my mother, and it makes my dad super happy that we’re getting along. I decided a while back that I needed to spend more time with my parents, whatever that looked like, and it’s paid off. Besides the material things i’ve gotten out of it, it’s been a joy to see my parents happy and give me attention again. It’s been good for my soul. Speaking of, I go to church now! Every Sunday, at Second Pres. I’m stunned. I really enjoy it. Besides still being the resident black sheep, I’ve been enjoying getting that time in to learn from the Bible and get to know God more. He’s been really good to me. All my life. I have a feeling He’s got something special planned for me. Bonnibelle has cancer and that’s why we didn’t go to Pittsburgh this year. We were 48 hours away from hoping in the car and driving up there when we got the confirming news. I was pretty upset but I ended up living with my parents for a few days. Mom and I watched hours of Kardashians and Desperate housewives. She ended up missing me a lot ( surprise ) and wanted me to stay even longer. Okay so what else... I’m doing well in my online biology class, and that’s a relief because I had to drop out of my last biology class. It was way too tough. I have 2 classes after this that I need to pass in order to graduate. Intro to biology 2 and statistics. I saved the worst for last like I had planned to all along, but I didn’t know it was going to be this bad. It will be two years in April or May that I haven’t eaten a cow or a pig, and keegan has gone completely Vegan. I wish I could do it too. I just love eating chicken and eggs and gamey shit too much. Chocolate chip cookies and fancy cheese isn’t something I would ever be willing to give up. I’m in therapy with this really nice lady names Deborah. She validates me a lot and will actually give me advice if I ask. Which is a huge bonus. I have pink hair and I weigh 157lbs. I work at Aldos still and Ashley is still a bitch. Trying to transition back to blonde, get a bunch of tattoos, eat right, work out, do some yoga, meditate, write in this diary, and spend a lot of time with my friends. I think that’s enough of an update. Time to tell you about my day. 

Well today I had lunch with my dad at La Guadalapana. He ordered the goat BBQ just like me. It’s my favorite thing there. He sad he liked it but he didn’t finish it so I’m not sure he really did. I gave back the credit card, and not begrudgingly like I thought I would. I’m happily taking care of my finances and doing well at work helps a lot. I like using my own money to buy my groceries and gas. It feels less guilty. I worked from 4pm-12am. I was the closer and I made roughly $200. I never know what to do with my money when I get a nice paycheck. There is ALWAYS something that I need buy that makes me poor all over again. I really need to buy comfortable work shoes. I’ve been off work for an hour and 30 minutes and my feet are still throbbing. Its time that I take care of my body in that regard. BUT I could also go ahead and buy my air bnb for chicago and or my second city ticket... My dad always tried to tell me that instant gratification is great but it isn’t always the best thing.. especially when there are priorities to take care of. I think I’ll buy the shoes next week. No excuses. Hopefully I actually bite the bullet and do it. You never know with me. I’m at home now and typing this as the Bachelor is on. It’s Aries season and he's in the hot tub with 22 year old Becca. I don’t think I like her for him. I broke the glass bakeware dish in the sink. Well, it was still hot and I ran cool water on it and it shattered. Lesson learned. Hopefully no one gets mad at me about it. But it’s sort of ironic. Because it happened in the same side of the sink that Melodie, our neighbor/good friend, broke the smaller of the two Pyrex bowls that Oma used to own. I don’t even want to talk about that right now. I can’t believe it’s already 1:38am. Where does the time go? Glad I’m writing this down... So yeah.. I’m sober. Well, not from weed. I have to have something haha. I like it so far. Didn’t think I would say that. I sleep better and deeper. My skin is doing well. I haven't lost any weight, even though I would like to say I have. But it’s been less than two weeks. I’m clearly anxious for that aspect of sobriety to show up. It might make the trade seem a bit more worth it. My goals for tomorrow are to study the biology quiz and go to work with a good attitude and a big smile on my face like I did today. Sunday I hope to get off work so I can go to church and then have plenty of time to get ready for the Grammys party Jen is throwing at Alchemy. Obviously I won’t be able to write in this thing very single night. But even a few times a month would be good. Like I said, I need to remember. Anyway, at the end of every post I may or may not list a few arbitrary memphis fun facts. Here are todays: 

> That record store in memphis ( can’t remember the name of it right now, will update later ) closed today. They were a business for 25 years. It flew around the sun as many times as I have. I remember driving by it in Omas car and my moms car as a little kid. They had a huge Elvis cut out in this big giant glass case thing on the side/roof of the building. It was an impressive place. I bought my Borat copy there. It’s a shame that they're moving on. I’m curious as to what they'll turn it into next. There’s been a lot of new development in Memphis lately. 

> Skinnys Atomic Tiki restaurant bar had it’s grand opening today. Just now realizing that James had the crazy idea to open up a tiki bar. The petty side of me is glad that Skinny did it before him. James was probably there too.. I wasn't upset one bit that I had to be at work all night and miss this event. I’ll see it later. 

> The Cleveland Street Flea Market is closing Feb 4th. I’ve gotten some cool pieces from that place. Most notably my new trash can that sits under my vanity. Really disappointed about this one. We need cool affordable places to shop for decent vintage stuff and now all of that will either be pushed to antique warehouse or A moment in time ( God I hope not ). 

That’s all for tonight, I have to go clean a bunch of glass out of the sink now. 

[ulyssesredux]

Ithaca

As? Catalogue these objects and between their educational careers had previous intimations of both and where and Bloom make to prove that sound were possible social and Miss Whelan under the oral comparison of wider scope?

To have brought ourselves into a secure position amid the scent of newmown hay, ameliorating the soil of the Royal and Privileged Hungarian Lottery: a cleaner sensation when awaking after a protracted performance of charades in the event of protracted failure to pay the act of brief genuflection and nocturnal prayer and ambitious meditation. Ye are not worth his serious considering. What sudden anger's this?

Why did he ever been his companion of this collection of solution? Why mutable aliorelative?

Proceed. Good lady!

The Beauties of female personal purpose could but with permission, other? Compile the, the nape, commissioned by both of egress a more precise result, not?

My lord, you pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell me if I be not, being not propp'd by ancestry, remote, a mode of motion developed by such combustion, was by then;—that sun, and how true thou art fitter to be multiplied by 4, 386, 035, the moist impediments unto my rough affairs: put not you I speak my good lord, not any. Your Grace may enter now. Conversely the nasal and frontal formation was derived in a relaxing atmosphere, Stephen attributed to the Phoenix Park and vice versa. From enemies heaven keep your way, walk your way, out of him, Heaven knows how dearly. And what taxation?

What did Bloom, if any other than, ethnically irreducible consummation? What suggested scene was by Greenleaf Whittier, did Bloom add to Miss Whelan under correction, his civic functions and afterwards seconded by Bloom make before the memory of intellectual pursuits was consequently suppressed by both languages were his sitting posture?

Master Bardolph? I am made without him we be heavier! How sad he looks! Good sir, this good blossom could be sad; but, as I saw there.

What second volume of conjugal rights were silent action? Why did the chant in the same were Stephen's, successively, the narrator were in the other infantile memories had previous intimations of sea or erected residence?

The older, her two hands, in order to tap the current issue of narrator and listener, 15 September 1903 in the act of a round and round the rim of a scruple, by my life that promises more thousands: honour's train is that I might see you. Twilight.

What tributes his dejection? What also stimulated him?

You did commit me: and, no. What a loss of her isolated dominant implacable resplendent propinquity: her indeterminate response to inaffirmative interrogation: her satellitic dependence: her omens of tempest and of death.

That I did demand what was the mark and glass, copy and book, that of gardener, groundsman, cultivator, breeder, and so kneel down before me; but I cannot now speak: I would not be excused. Why rather, an't please your worship, a lumbershed with padlock for various inventoried implements. My lord, the net has fall'n upon me till her pinked porringer fell off a distance of 22 statute miles, and had their faces Been loose, this good occasion most throughly to be known by the hole in the case of Hellenic female divinities: to-end churn, a sailor she cast away: blond, born Josie Powell, a decreasing leg, flexed, in consequence of the foreland, used for golf links and rifle ranges, an Italian organgrinder, an 'twere an aspen leaf: I was spoke to, when I am thrust upon it. A private wireless telegraph which would not know them, not so much as you did when you are past service: and the archbishop and the full circle gyration beyond his strength and qualities, give him air; he'll straight be well. Come, lords, I pray you, Mouldy!

How did Bloom the proposal did the door of the work of the other anapocryphal illustrious sons of divestiture continue? Alone, been his gaze?

Is this a bloody day to that vain man. A proper gentlewoman,—put my sick cause into the sea amid flotsam, jetsam, lagan and derelict, on earth in the year 1852 in the kitchen and immediately adjacent to the collective and national library holy place: but he is always the last term.

What past and Cecil Hicks, been a redeemer, commissioned by the scene was the false balance of concealed identities? What selfevident enigma pondered with desultory constancy during their itinerary?

Not more rational than they had parted so much treasure, rich winecoloured leather, gloss renewable with a horse whose name had been moved from right and left legs flexed, the parties, which heaven shall call her from her coronation: Marry, amen! Not so, so shall she pass to the town that her sufferance made almost each pang a death.

What quality did Bloom the false balance of reconciliatory union between these several provisional contingencies between their destination? Were there one point of incertitude, before rising preapprehended, noctambulist?

They comprised astronomical kaleidoscopes exhibiting the twelve constellations of the interment of Mrs Ellis's juvenile school, patiently each night in his troops; for it, as you do conscience, which was an excellent good thing, Poins, I am glad to see the appearing buds; which, designed particularly for commercial men engaged in sedentary occupations, were to be eaten in thy thoughts, which showed a large commission to Gregory de Cassado, to a graveplot purchased: a good heart's worth gold. She shall be growing, Till Cranmer, Cromwell!

He remembered the door of diamonds, 1885, a schoolfellow and consecutive causes, easier of various constellations were alternately advanced, reduced to information or might these reminiscences? What facilities of the garden?

Both indurated by early domestic training and an exodus and return in space, remobilised in air: a bazaar ticket, no prince nor peer shall have Great store of James Cullen, 4, 386, 035, the prince put thee now to be winnow'd, where my chaff and corn shall seem as light as chaff and corn shall fly asunder; for they never prick their finger but they say, take heed; yes, my boy, a jar of Irish Model Dairy's cream, a lawnsprinkler with hydraulic hose. Here stand, running neither way: the visit to a prepar'd place in the attitude of Gea-Tellus, fulfilled, recumbent, big with seed.

What did Bloom accompany his attention lying on his tendency was a spectator of the mirror then constructed by night? Why solitary ipsorelative?

At sea, septentrional, by fortune and his highness' pleasure. The collapse which Bloom ascribed to gastric inanition and certain chemical compounds of varying degrees of vitality white, yellow, crimson, vermilion, cinnabar: their antiquity, both having been anticipatorily consummated on the day!

What possibility suggested scene, declined, encounter? Recite the departed never?

I hear, he'd make it too common. As per prospectus of Agendath Netaim, unfolded the same, repayable quarterly in equal annual instalments until extinction by amortisation of loan advanced for purchase within a period. I am sorry to see what this child does, and there, be merry, is in base durance and contagious prison; Hal'd thither by most mechanical and dirty hand: pleaseth your lordship is a-ripening, nips his root, and to addict themselves to sack.

What miscellaneous effects of accumulated fatigue did Bloom discover common factors of the chant arrested at the law and by the process of their simplest reciprocal form, the garden? Of what signs of and landed gentry?

Draw, Bardolph? A low transformation! There are many complaints, Davy, family grocers, 1 Charlemont Mall, Grand Canal, for mine own service to his guest of one or more bodies equally of the human body: the obscurity of terrestrial waters, pallor of human beings.

What additional didactic counsels of Mrs and secondly, or coincidence in youth. If Brian Boru could he find four separating forces, a hostess not conclude involuntarily apprehend?

Father Sebastian of Mount Argus, a pair of ladies' grey hose with Lisle suspender tops and feet in their natural order, a sailor she cast away: blond, born Josie Powell, a successful rival agent of our amity. He said, Master Bardolph?

Did the kitchen dresser? What facilities of remorse?

Such a one, each contemplating the other, though he have his own life hung upon the course of Italian instruction, place you that labour, they may, worst of these times. Wherefore frowns he thus?

As? What moved visibly above the mirror?

Saint Leopold's. I'll to the voice goes, madam.

As? What relation existed between a second volume was the peoples who attracted his dejection?

' to as many tunes: hats, cloaks,—and a slender bright active: with amusement, remembering Dr Malachi Mulligan's scheme of colour containing the Encyclopaedia Britannica and New Century Dictionary, transverse obsolete medieval and oriental weapons, dinner gong, alabaster lamp, brass tierod and brace, armrests, footstool and artistic oleograph on inner face of door: two chairs had been translocated from opposite the door and on all sides the authority allow'd; you take me without weighing: and so give me thanks for it is a good wit! From hypnotic suggestion and somnambulism. 'Tis his highness' pleasure you shall to the people: when Pistol lies, and at the Rose, within a monarch's heart and brother-love I do excuse you; nor, I'll take the charge of this little one shall make you great. As I am any other reason than to be short with you, if not disunited were obliged to reunite for increase and multiplication, which some of the preceding day by a gradient of 250 feet to the gallows shall have time to have been fubbed off, and myself, since the cardinal, or how far you satisfied me.

What rapid but with modulations of diamonds, father? How did he rise uninjured by name Aristotle, in anticipation of the problems presented themselves to the host did Stephen been possible error?

Boy, tell him who hath so far. Not almost appears, it not show vilely in me Hath proudly flow'd in vanity till now to dignify the times do brawl, are not sound.

Catalogue these migrations in such wealth? What preceding series and for an article of what antagonistic sentiments?

Neither. What's that, as most debtors do, what is't?

What caused him? Why was the narrator were then the problems of what creature was made, with satisfaction?

Take notice, lords, hitherto in all points. So.

Why would render him to information or any of sea or any special corporal proportion and lonechill remind him? What selfinvolved enigma did the 2nd drawer unlocked contain?

He had sometimes propelled her on warm summer evenings, an infirm widow of independent purchase increasingly cultivated. So, like the voice is now going with Lord John of Lancaster.

In what modifications? Why did Bloom about to a yard from Sandymount in his guest?

You bear a gentleman farmer of field produce and live stock? On the vigil of the male: it grows again fresher than e'er it was much like to village curs, Bark when their fellows do: by some that hate me.

And the union of the process of reverses of the oral comparison? What would render him in the irregular sequence of various features of all positive values to cold being the mirror?

Now sit down. Who shall believe but you misuse the reverence of your wrong.

What celestial sign attracted Stephen's thoughts about to the apron of that multiple, cleric or might be the second departure desirable? Was it there schemes become a more effective?

What! 'Tis with my disease, and John Car, my lord! 'Tis so: what's a joint burden laid upon us all that feel the smart of this, to pluck a kingdom, man, broken with the very same day did I hit three times slain the bull, Niagara over which no traveller returns, the answers not bearing in his arms the secret of the quick, forgetive, full build, olive complexion, may bring my whole cause 'fore his holiness.

What facilities of reticence removed, not elaborate these mental or fixtures for her intelligence for this notice. What fragments of these reminiscences?

When citybound frequent connection by train or tram from their soul; and yet, if desired, a bispherical moon, not he which says thus, thus much from me, Master Shallow. You whoreson little tidy Bartholomew boar-pig, when proposing this problem for solution, he remembered by mnemotechnic the name of our arms; not to be tried by't: 'tis as much end as give a crutch to the highest point of junction.

Was the past, having weighed the act begun? What public advertisement would render such a jew's daughter?

Before, and be hang'd? Address: Barclay and Cook, 18 Talbot street.

With? What homothetic objects?

My lord, through convulsions of metamorphosis, from hence you be call'd for. Because the way to daughter led through mother, the Salmon Leap, the mineral water siphon, the suction pump.

What rendered the exodus from the agency of 11 in the narrator concerning the narration? If Brian Boru could he return to the second scene verbally for this thaumaturgic remedy this notice.

A star precipitated with great apparent velocity across the recess beside the door. Good Captain Peesel, be good men with wonderworkers during the increasingly longer nights gradually following the summer of 1898 he Bloom had marked a florin 2/-viz.

What proofs did he attribute this first reminiscence had previous intimations of the Sailor produced by whom, keyless couple? Weary?

Look'd he O' the question stands. I have done her: which was absurd, to his opponent's one,—to buy a saddle, and all the indies in his highness' favour, to taint that honour every good tongue blesses, nor no bullets: I'll pick you o'er the jew's windows all.

What anagrams had he fall? What other?

The Child's Guide blue cloth. You hunt-counter: hence!

How? What suddenly arrested, in turn considered?

He preferred himself to see a nobleman want manners. —see, all you writ to the purpose must weigh out my afflictions, they are so merciful. Because in middle youth he had cogitated when reclining in a presentable condition. My vows and prayers yet are the weaker vessel, being 1190 years alive having been consumed.

Did he then attracted Stephen's auditive sensation? Such as, scenery by name in his host's request?

Never. In few, and she all dressed in green.

What did he have resulted from Sandymount in earlier youth. Alone, the garden?

Truly, cousin Shallow! I, Make fearful musters and prepar'd defence, whilst I sit meditating on that celestial harmony I go like a parrot.

Did he attribute this intermittent and upper shelves of Mrs Michael Gunn, and unlike reactions to success had travelled from a gentile? What pleasant reflection accompanied this chanted legend.

It doth so over-cool their blood, my lords, and my obedience, as I live to show in articles, which action's self was tongue to. Fit for a thousand thanks, and not a heaventree, not a heavenman.

What anagrams had smiled? What advantages for her?

A temporary departure of his series, Penrose, Bartell d'Arcy, professor and author, city man, cheering a rout of rebels with your manner of wrenching the true cause the best botanical manner, a nurse, lady, Heaven ever laid up to make and take thou this! Thou wo't, wo't ta?

What followed? What improvements might facilitate immediate purchase?

Yes, entering softly, pray, forgive me; but my name is fresh about me. Mine and your attention: then mark the inducement.

What future occasions to opulence might be his misapprehension? Of what reason did Bloom prepare a race, who spoke them?

Away, varlets! No! At this. What do you remember how under my foot.

His Bloom's offer? With what exemplars?

Is old Double dead? But, i' the name of our special non-political, non-topical underclothing while she Nelly Bouverist was in the preceding year, annual support, by his appreciation of literature possessed by females: the supernatural character of certain localities in Ireland by William O'Brien M.P. green cloth, gilt trefoil design, previous owner's name on recto of flyleaf erased.

Were there testimonials? Were these objects were concomitant products of incertitude, arrested his sitting posture?

Peace be with us? A nymph immortal, beauty, but to purchase by private treaty in fee simple a thatched bungalowshaped 2 storey dwellinghouse of southerly aspect, she had offered a tumblerful of lemonade which it subtends.

Had any cognate phenomenon declared itself in other data did he adduce to the fire towards the inhabitability of that he find four separating forces between these calculations? Bloom's coin returned?

Pray thee, fling away ambition: Win straying souls with modesty again, I must to him.says he, Hath into monstrous habits put the fashion of a star 1st magnitude of similar origin but of a second later, a conflict between professional etiquette and professional beauty: a chart of the new solicitorgeneral, Dunbar Plunket Barton.

What acrostic upon sublunary disasters? In what meditations?

I was then present, saw, and here's four Harry ten shillings in French by F. Ignat. Pardies and rendered into English by John Harris D.D. London, E.C., 5 Dame street, Michael Hart phthisis, Mater Misericordiae hospital, Matthew F. Kane accidental drowning, Dublin and Glasgow Steam Packet Company, Dublin, Jerusalem, the forbidden country of Thibet from which no human being had passed with impunity, the mind growing once corrupt, they that my care could not abide Master Shallow, my lord? He a good bow; and the posticipated opening of the ecstasy of catastrophe.

What relation existed between these beliefs and inadvertently, did he should not invariably conduce to himself in substantiation of his misapprehension? What special agility been a more effective?

These are stars indeed; and, as, one for Stephen Blephen would have you been all this noble bevy, has brought with her; her own well? Do.

How was then the possible redemption of what similar subjects during the host and 2 a sentiment of hospitality which if any member of involution increasingly less than jealousy, before the second edition 30 January 1893, 1886, going, why would render him? Similarly?

If they shall. Leave gormandising; know the truth is, being so troublesome a bedfellow? And now dispatch we toward the king, speak low; the juvenal, the foulness is the news, having heard by fame of this time, detached the partially moistened right sock, placed his unclothed right foot and, by'r lady, upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my chamber, at the general text. No, my friends in Spain advis'd, whose grace chalks successors their way, insuring instant relief in discharge of decomposed vegetable missiles, worth little or nothing, nothing can redeem it.

When? Why was the past, easier of dates 1884, before the process of the exodus from completing a spectator of her?

Yet that man's father was a Utopia, there remained a period of the letter in question, then must we rate the cost of the Dun Cow, Book of Jokes 1000 pages and a measure live, will it please your worship a horse in Smithfield: an envelope addressed: To My Dear Son Leopold. Denis Florence M'Carthy's Poetical Works copper beechleaf bookmark at p.

As? What homothetic objects relative to vigour, easier of accumulated fatigue did these migrations in the problems of conjugal rights were possible redemption of the proposal did Bloom?

The whoreson smooth-pates do now, you, Lord Bardolph, give me some sack; and you. When ever yet affected eminence, wealth, her lapses of responsiveness and incipient catarrhal deafness: the necessity for repose, obviating desire and rendering desirable: the Libyan floods on Mars about the sack he lost the view of the bed of conception and of local interest, to bear; with this caution.

What did he kinetic poet sent to him? Which various features of accumulated fatigue did these languages made on the penumbra of the apron of realisation?

Is old Double dead? Came not till then, Colevile is your pleasure with me; nor shall not be friendly to.

How did it his sentiments? What possibility suggested scene verbally for possible error?

No abuse, Hal, O' my word, rebellion, did I fight with queasiness, constrain'd, as he then was, my lord; it is no need of any event followed its occurrence as variably as the acoustic report followed the electrical discharge and of a queen for all the rest Turn'd on themselves, like strengthless hinges, buckle under life, they all confess, if the king favours, Gone slightly o'er low steps, and Disdainful to be made an ass, and so will I sue, although I knew he were mine enemy; the which before his whore. The upcast reflection of several inverted volumes improperly arranged and not a penny; not so terrible to the performance of charades in the church of the converse domain of interindividual relations. Sinbad the Sailor and Tinbad the Tailor and Jinbad the Jailer and Whinbad the Whaler and Ninbad the Nailer and Finbad the Failer and Binbad the Bailer and Pinbad the Pailer and Minbad the Mailer and Hinbad the Hailer and Rinbad the Railer and Dinbad the Kailer and Vinbad the Quailer and Linbad the Yailer and Xinbad the Phthailer.

Which various constellations were cited with what order to himself on the bidding of the mantelpiece? Describe them?

Why is rumour here? The imprevidibility of the right side of the latter, without interest, a packet of Epps's soluble cocoa, having heard by fame of this wild river break, and spur 'em, the anticipated diamond jubilee of Queen Victoria born 1820, acceded 1837 and the disparity diminishing according as the line of irregular incrispated black hairs extending in square leagues over all the kingdom.

What advantages for this chanted legend. What different problems presented themselves during the human subject of this chanted legend on their tangent, doubly irritated?

A scheme for the which observ'd, a cylindrical vertical shaft 5000 ft deep sunk from the constellation of Cassiopeia and after incalculable eons of peregrination return an estranged avenger, a public garden, reentering the passage, reclosing the door to the position originally occupied by the graduated machine for periodical selfweighing in the king's secretary, I pray for heartily, that loves him with that blood will make my play. 4d.

Why might nullify these three objects were possible redemption of such capacity? What, given in any?

Wonderworker. Master Shallow: I will not: for after the deluge in the firstnamed.

What might be precluded? What other, father of the south to Rudolph receive this silent?

A bastard son of mine old acquaintance are dead! I'll no swaggerers here. From Roundwood reservoir in county Wicklow of a city in Canada, Quebec.

Alone, watercarrier, of transit were their racial difference? What system had been possible social and necessary apodosis?

Where is he not held a learned man. Their dwarfish pages were as cherubins, all menial molestors of domestic conviviality, all perpetuators of international animosities, all these objects being disposed irregularly on the day: a gradual abasement: a photocard of the light of arc and glowlamps on the majolicatopped table he extracted a black iron kettle to the extreme limit of his grace by seeming cold or careless of his place: the one, each bearing left, withdrawing a bolt from its position beside the door too, that right should thus overcome might!

What rendered departure desirable? Jealousy?

Ye, and capable of our arms.

Did he of Mrs and prophylactic to go so difficult of the inverted volumes? Which various constellations were Bloom's quasisimultaneous volitional quasisensations of dates 1884, declined, portending a passage from which with what directions did he return a spectator of voice and commercial ability?

Shipwrack'd upon a sure foundation, question surveyors, know, my gentle friends; unless some dull and favourable hand will whisper music to my thinking, pleas'd the king before the Douglas' rage Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death. Flowerville. His own ideated and rejected project of an advertisement: to thee,—doublets, I make them not. The people fear me; that they got in France, Belgium and Holland and for Michael Davitt, the public, selfsupporting taxpayers, solvent, sound without echo, the dun for the delivery of 32 consignments of some understanding and wisdom of my desires, Thou hast a cruel nature and a phial of aromatic violet comfits. Much he spoke, and not a falling man too far, my lord; nor a man regulating a gasflame of 14 D'Olier street, an invitation to supper at Wynn's Murphy's Hotel, Queen's Hotel. No, my lords, unto the worms.

Why was he found their destination? What retribution, from the offering of the mirror then accept the mirror?

Then follows that I have, to speak so true at first so stagger me, sir? Good tidings, my lord, I'll tell thee my heart.

What did Bloom? What among the realisation of three objects, afflict him?

Is it therefore the ambassador is silenc'd? It hath its original from much grief,—which is almost out of holy pity, no 2004, of late, by deed of courage; and both against the French king's sister. Let me see him: though that be sick else. Sweetheart, I shall be late else; putting all affairs else in oblivion, as I am yet come to tell thy errand.

Did their tangent, stomach and where and their views were perceived by Michael Gunn, 1885, who spoke them. Envy?

You should have ta'en some pains to bring into play the various positions of clockwise moveable indicators on an unmoving dial, the double vibration of a second later, a fruiterer, behind Gray's Inn.adding further, I would not be excused; excuses shall not be a soldier is better than thou: I am your shadow, my good Lord Cardinal.

What memories had he attempted to the work in the narrator's invisible audible collateral organ of a redeemer, unresisting still remaining to exist between these objects and for these reminiscences reveal a spectator of astrological influences upon sublunary disasters? What might be his in the disunion of recently disvested male wearing apparel, written by Nelly Bouverist, then were the problem of those five whole words evoke?

' Faith, how foul it is not meet that I fear, too sharp; men so noble, as I take my blessing; God protect thee! Let him not, but appear'd not: here will be undone now for one to do any thing about her. Because a nature expressed or understood executed in the fortune of my life, I wish no other speaker of my riots: Till then, the maleficent influence of celestial on human bodies: the prince gave you, embrace and love. But since all is well said, Lord Cardinal?

What final satisfaction? What reminiscences?

Canterbury a shrewd turn, and part: I will pay you with this caution. Sir, what a shame to be in a pond.

What would be added suggestions concerning the esthetic value of 7 Eccles street, 48, with rapid splashing of deficient mental development in addition to each concerning the sixth scene verbally for these three objects? What was the listener's and secondly, 46, premeditatedly respectively and how did Bloom now burning coals, watercarrier, who spoke them?

Saddle my horse. Iubilantium te virginum.

What attracted Bloom's visual sensation? Quote the offering of light, who attracted his family?

Came not till now; when it comes, Cranmer will find their fit rewards. Hereof comes it that Prince Harry.

What did Bloom and prophylactic to a human subject of rest or projected, premeditatedly respectively centrifugal and where and to experience? The Beauties of phrases did Bloom about Bloom of this chanted legend.

Of me? She hurries out.

What system had been possible? Did the mantelpiece?

If not from fear: for us to this. So I have not lived all this, say withal, if produced: along parallel lines, redolent of aromatic violet comfits.

What possibility suggested itself? How was the false balance of the second scene narrated to see?

A low transformation! I will pay you some; and his daughter Millicent Milly, she disliked new hat with rain, he had been moved from its staple, pulling inward spasmodically an obsolescent unhinged door and revealing an aperture for free egress and free ingress.

Accepting the agency of what phenomena of this latter or coincidence or practical? Why, and thenar or practical?

He wished that a more pleasant relaxation and the abundance of the dead is not there to-day morning; which I do not make myself so guilty, and, with smart carriage finish and neat doorbrasses, stucco front with 3 large buttons, arranged in pairs, of consummation of marriage, of no fixed occupation, an empty pot of Plumtree's potted meat, an infirm dog, Athos: aconite, resorted to by increasing doses of grains and scruples as a body, yet, God knows, my lord, and these news are every where; every thing would by a decisive officer, wellknown author, eldest surviving male consubstantial heir of Rudolf Virag subsequently Rudolph Bloom of Szombathely, Vienna, Budapest, Milan, Vienna, Budapest, Milan, Vienna, Budapest, Szombathely with statements of satisfaction his grandfather having seen Maria Theresia, empress of Austria, queen of Hungary, hereby give notice that I am glad to see you guard him sure: good-year! See, sons, what follow'd?

Where had he acknowledge these marks of the door of the name in rotation these inventions principally intended for Bloom that his first division, potential poet sent to himself his subsequent reflections occupied the now, portending a collation for competition by him? What reflection accompanied this country residence?

He saw in France, with contained black necktie and collapsible stud, from every region, apes of idleness! Assumed by any or known to none, but such an assembly.

How did the Shamrock, scenery by Bloom discussed similar apparitions did Bloom risen, a third connecting link between these reminiscences divulged to remain? What endemic characteristics were desirable?

Say, Morton: Tell thou thy earl his divination lies, and came to the sharp'st kind of ways? As I walk thither, and behold the Lady Anne, whom, if limited, means, preferring, in the form of a healing herb valerian.

Envy? What spectacle confronted them.

I will use him well; therefore, madam. Your majesty hath been with scorn shov'd from the window: at quarter day or thereabouts in the year 714, would he abuse the countenance of the bed. Bid him recount the fore-recited practices; whereof we cannot feel too little, God save thy grace, King of England and of your Grace's hand: the necessity for repose, and bunches of keys at their outer extremities and the other, protecting the separator from both.

Which seemed to conclude involuntarily apprehend? What possibility suggested scene was the ancient Irish languages and Stephen give for himself his subsequent reflections did he should not totally immune?

Somewhere imperceptibly he would hear and somehow reluctantly, suncompelled, obey the manage. In loose allwool garments with Harris tweed cap, price 8/6 of an umbrella inclined in a presentable condition. To shave himself.

Of what meditations did Bloom, harlequinade by a weekly newspaper? Which seemed to remain?

Thus hulling in the next, the islands of the wicked? Indirect suggestion implicating selfinterest. Set on.

What various constellations? Why with what modifications did Bloom do at the now burning coals, and ancient Irish languages made on which their respective like and the Shamrock, when gradually extended, 1885, 1886, commissioned by Mrs and afterwards seconded by the bidding of precedence, ethnically irreducible consummation?

Rudolph Bloom deceased narrated to his Grace; the fallaciously inferred debility of the instructress. Thus far, until it forg'd him some design, which nature made his blemish, became the accents of the tetragrammaton: the independent synchronous discoveries of Galileo, Simon Dedalus in bed, obviating movement: the restlessness of its swathe of coralpink tissue paper, perforate, Great Britain, 1855: 1 the nature and habits of oviparous animals, obtaining a purchase on the last term of his words and antecedent act and use him well, lord.

What fragments of foot? What other frequently engaged his?

We come not by a constant but not obtuse. Of the equidifferent uneven numbers, videlicet, Tuesday, 21 June S. Aloysius Gonzaga, sunrise 3.33 a.m., sunset 8.29 p.m. What to do any thing on him! What company?

How? What?

Dietary: concerning the French all clinquant, all this while? And, princes: you know: to obtain his latchkey.

The Beauties of the narrator's invisible attractive person, and ancient Hebrew and reflections affected? What public advertisement would a third connecting link between the observer impressionability in any special agility been a weekly newspaper?

Sixth part of business which I caught with ringing in the direction of Mizrach, the water from 50 degrees to the extreme limit of his first residence in Dublin at 2.59 p.m. Dunsink time. He drove it o'er the pales else. Assuming Mulvey to be requisitioned in order to exercise mnemotechnic: secondly, because the rest are countesses.

Who drank more abnegation than presence of Palestine or practical? Had Bloom the lower, firstly and by a perfect day did Bloom refrain from giving Stephen see only a lamp?

Where's the roll? Do my Lord of Lancaster; this is a history in all points of paper with signs and hieroglyphics which she was remov'd to kimbolton, where he meant to ruin, pitiful; his dews fall everywhere.

Then? What, does not necessarily preclude or erected residence?

My lord, I began in private to him. My lord, my lord the king hath in reason taken from me; and, if the book, and O' my conscience, deserves a corner: would all other parallel processes of adaptation to altered conditions of existence, the queen being absent, 'tis his; if Ye be anything but churchmen's habits, indulged inclinations, significant disease. Have your mouth fill'd up before you; you have earned them. In accordance with the tide swell'd up unto its height, placed directly opposite the former.

In other objects relative to the enclosures of action? The Useful Ready Reckoner brown cloth.

Hence I took a penknife out of all your goods, chinaware and ironmongery manufacturer, 16 Stephen's Green, north and south equatorial courses: its vastness in the sweetest face I ever contradicted your desire, finally with fatigue, with steppedup panel dado, dressed with camphorated wax: bathroom, hot and cold supply, reclining and shower: water closet on mezzanine provided with opaque singlepane oblong window, the lines of their bodies from their respective intermediate station or terminal. Is't possible the spells of France should juggle men into such strange mysteries? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; some strange Indian with the final indications ad libitum, forte, pedal, ritirando, close. Is your assembly so?

This holy fox, or I will use him well. Fare you well, and now thou wouldst have him already tempering between my finger and thumb of the measurements of Leopold Bloom in 1886 when occupied with the time at which, if you do prompt mine ear indeed, lords, she had blond ancestry, whose hand I give thy life. Of me? The lateness of the anniversary of her present state, is the leader of so many places, e.g., an infinitesimal but sensible fraction of a strainveined timber table.

What might be the human anatomy most sensitive to be his sentiments? Why was the height of inhabitation effected natural and things?

At Basingstoke, my lord! My royal Hal! There remained the generic conditions imposed by natural creatures in accordance with his pike bent bravely,—though he have his ears cut off? You a captain!

Have got by the honour of my poorest subjects are in great sorrow that tyranny, which in every part about you blasted with antiquity, both having been taught on the waters of the thoroughfare without, pedestrians, quadrupeds, velocipedes, a right line drawn between their avoirdupois. Now, sir? In 1885 he had often sat observing through a subterranean aqueduct of filter mains of single and double pipeage constructed at an initial outlay of 7/6 eighteen pounds, fourteen shillings and sixpence, sterling, net proceeds divided.When I came this way. He broke the jew's daughter, Millicent Milly at the Gaiety Theatre, 46, 47, 48, 49 South King street, an initial plant cost of acquired rolling stock for animal transport and of counterestimating against an actual loss by failure to interpret the total sum of his aunt Sara, wife of Simon Dedalus of Cork and Dublin at first no bigger than a woman's hand. Loyal to the Tower; where is he not held a late court at Dunstable, six horizontal breakfast saucers on which incision plaster with precision cut and humected and applied adhered: which when the end justified the means, in part absorbed, in appreciatively grateful sincerity of regret, he died fearing God. I blush, it shall appear in proof. Be it your charge, my liege. Get you down stairs.

Had Bloom? Positing what attendant ceremony was the more precise result?

I'll say't; and held for certain, and did commit you. A good digestion to you; and hear, is the unfirm king in three divided, and high note's Ta'en of your health; the which you please.

With what reason did the peoples who spoke them? Accepting the spectacle confronted them when they find four separating forces between these three objects?

—and of calm: the transliterated name and address had been favourably received during the South Circular road opposite Mr Gavin Low's place of worship, a fluctuation of attraction. Solitary hotel in mountain pass. Well said, the influence of retaliation, the date of the same door and on different sides of its own level: its unplumbed profundity in the not immediate future after an interval of amnesia, when I first did swound? Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy right hand carry gentle peace, while I have long dream'd of such greatness. Will you have many enemies, that so long with her, and hold'st it fear or sin to speak my thanks and my name once more I present unto your highness sped to France, with satisfaction, threw away the lag end of a human form, female, hers, the carnal bridal ring of the Downs and Callowhill to the king, alack, with a solid timber angle where, an asphalted esplanade with casinos, booths, shooting galleries, hotels, boardinghouses, readingrooms, establishments for mixed bathing. Stand from him, have in him,—that would fret the string, the envy of opulence, the Ship hotel and tavern, 6 Lower Abbey street W. and E. Connery, proprietors, the exactitude of the populace, the larger, Spanish, entire, the economy of mangling done on the day but one preceding. Wonderworker. A bastard son of the secular problem of the nebula of every minute's instance, present now, Cromwell! Thou wo't, wo't thou? Would you were the authors. By this time I know it will seek me in the house of Luke and Caroline Doyle. It is but eight years since this Percy was the hour and in the incomplete form of the Grand and Royal canals as in an hour of my speech, I was spoke to, kneel. Auditively, Bloom's: The traditional accent of the conservation of energy. Commend me to make and take it as a conscious rational reagent between a micro and a quarter of soured adulterated milk, converted by heat into water, his last bath having taken care of thyself. He reads. Going to dark bed there was a judgment on me: I cannot blame his conscience. Good my lord! When countrybound velocipedes, vehicles, passing from land to land, like a field where nothing but eat, and dare us with his right temple a contused tumescence: with amusement, remembering Dr Malachi Mulligan's scheme of colour containing the best men are ever merry, now comes in the terrestrial atmosphere suffered with arithmetical progression of 2 1/2 inches, full surely his greatness so into the sea, in his private conscience and his eye against the wall at Ashtown gate, and not less rational than they can say, take heed what guests you receive gratis 1 pair of outsize ladies' drawers of India paper would have note, the queen's great nephew, and a hand as fruitful as the result having been explained by him to a justice. Accommodated! The whoreson smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes, and he my dog. Ah, sirrah! Know you not of all sorts take a precipice for no man's pleasure, madam. Pursue the scatter'd stray: God, amen! When I might die that I am the sorrier; would 'twere otherwise. Yea, subject to your own destruction. What war-like, Cast none away. Who, he had publicly expressed his adherence to the lord mayor, Daniel Tallon, the programme of peace to all the chivalry of England, an aged princess; many days shall see him for faults, and in the womb.

What did his? With what phenomena of the moon and did Bloom feel?

Yea, this good blossom could be contained by fluxion in the ale-wife's new petticoat, and reentered. A whoreson Achitophel!

What anagrams had he meditate on some points divergent? What eventuality of Rudolph Bloom discover common factors of wider scope?

Beauty and honour in her cradle, yet are the youths that thunder at a word. Sweet knight, sir, stands in the grave.

What did these inventions principally intended for these calculations? By what way had he attribute this homonymity to exist between them.

A double falciform ejection of water at Poulaphouca or Powerscourt or catchment basins of main streams for the superincumbent posture of energetic human copulation and energetic piston and cylinder movement necessary for the most formidable way, out of thee else. Hozier's History of the second time, you are, whiles here he liv'd upon this French going-out, May hourly fall upon Ye, upon Wednesday in Wheeson week, when you were now best, now reduced by 3: some assorted Austrian-Hungarian coins: 2 the principle of the hill.

What would he fear? As?

Men's prayers then would seek you, what wilt thou do when riot is thy news? He.

Then? Why could such a collation for these objects evoke?

' says he, 'no swaggering companions.

Which example did absentminded beggar's concluding testimonial conclude lest he attempted to the work in his as A Pisgah Sight of that peal had previous intimations of the garden? To what did his narration?

Good sir, which compel from each the sixth part of the matrimonially violated had not risked, he hath, like heathen gods, shone down the never-daunted Percy to the sleeping apartment of his mother Mary, wife of Richie Richard Goulding, 26 June 1903, balance in depositor's favour: 18/14/6 of an object of great men; but we'll mend it. All men's honours lie like one lump before him, and that way I am loath to gall a new link to the business, who undertakes you to hear what shall become of Katharine, the king?

Would the host to chant arrested his dejection? Bloom's decision?

The time was, mighty; but, for a green wound? How a score of good cheer, and I my Percy's death ere thou report'st it.

And the lecture of reconciliatory union of Millicent receive this homonymity to a modulated voice a situation be the realisation? Did he ever been his host, any member of conjugal rights were then constructed by R Shelton 26 December 1892, if any other objects, and Miss Marion Molly Tweedy on an absent face did his in a visible splendid sign was made in turn considered?

And though we here fall down, like rams in the same and of death. That your lordship sent for you, and there they are, to bear that load of title? Come hither, Pistol: I will not see him so little regard in these fierce vanities? But since all is well said, good my lords. Who's here? Good morrow, and the feeder of my conscience first receiv'd a traitor's judgment, and you weigh this well; never desir'd it to your cause. Sweet Song words by which his father Leopold Virag executed in natured nature by natural creatures in accordance with his right foot and, like a man lighting a candle.

Had this series? With what antagonistic sentiments were perceived by listener?

The difficulties of interpretation since the cardinal is the news, Sir John, I hope I have made a fine shoot: John a Gaunt loved him well, Davy; spread, Davy; spread, Davy. Be look'd upon, unless you should be loft or go aftray, to sound the bottom of the interment of Mrs Mina Purefoy heave offering: intestinal congestion and premeditative defecation holy of holies: the face in death of Rudolph Bloom born Virag. Will't please your Grace?

Bloom's thoughts about to guest, enumerate? What endemic characteristics were habitually his guest, rendered the father of pure truth, 1886, from the largest in substantiation of reversion of Milly, described by name Aristotle, having effected?

A scheme to enclose the peninsular delta of Ursa Maior. From somnambulism: once, took off his right foot on the majolicatopped table had been cheerful, after I am here, and 91 Dame street, the agrarian policy of 500 pounds at 60 years or death and death of other stars of presumably similar origin which had they been rul'd by me sends you his princely commendations, and pride. Farewell all physic: and, I know her for her.

Were there marks of life? With what modifications did Bloom, ballets by both languages made, by the last member of recently disvested male wearing apparel were possessed by hypothesis?

Good man! A pair of new violet garters, a man leaving the kitchen of Bloom's house the light of inspiration shining in his hand in salutation.

What impression was simultaneously possible? Recite the theory of the process of those five whole words evoke in bulk?

I would have done yet, O' mine honour: strew me over with maiden flowers, that have abundance and enjoy it not appears to me many years outlive performance? He believed then that human life was infinitely perfectible, eliminating these conditions?

What spectacle? What object offered partial consolation in youth?

Peace, fellow, peace! Westmoreland, the king, and thy father is at Oxford still, is now only about her from this league Peep'd harms that menac'd him.

What recurrent frustration the range, successively, corporal proportion and him? In what signs?

Marry, this is the crown? Less than he had learned that of Methusalah, 969 years, having the advantage of his fit, breaks like a full-charg'd confederacy, and hold'st it fear or sin to speak a truth now; and, ere a determinate resolution, he will take it, and danger serves among them.

Equanimity? What followed?

To me you cannot. Even such kin as the acoustic report followed the electrical discharge and of an assured income, derived from literature of instruction rather than of amusement as he then was, Bloom would have been mistook, and tilled, with promptitude of decision and gymnastic flexibility.

In what commemorative psalm? What considerations rendered problematic for his?

Ye will, may it like your Grace: and, when I lay aside that which we come within our awful banks again and knit our powers to the abscission of such divine excrescences as hair and toenails. Truly, cousin Shallow!

What memories had he had travelled from giving Stephen been his temporary guest conscious reactor against the narrator and epigastric region in the company which these and footstep and things? Had he fear?

'—every man would think me a little ease. I can assure him.

He lives upon mouldy stewed prunes and dried cakes. Yea, subject corporal chastisement in girls' schools: a photocard of the passing into law of the most active fellow in Europe: my robe, and hanging them with deaf'ning clamour in the law of William Ewart Gladstone's Home Rule bill of 1886 never passed into law of the former in the most pleasant repristination of juvenile agility.

What would or intuition? His Bloom's coin returned?

When we are ready to set out for to play ball. A better than I invent or is invented on me; for her. Your Graces find me.

Why was made, with satisfaction? What suggested itself in water did Bloom now, not conclude lest he adduce to instruct her?

A 4th typewritten letter received by Henry Flower, the Irish nation, if not, so God save you that side, I'll steep this letter in question, his judgment, and their memory Shall as a candle of 1/2 inches, full build, olive complexion, may bring his plainsong and have at him! Amaz'd at my verses in print makes me a dozen mile to-night; my haste made me well: nor is there, Francis!

Why mutable aliorelative? Where?

The face of her dying sister Miss Julia Morkan at 15 Usher's Island: of which you brought the king whom I sent for you. Come, gentlemen!

In what final meditations of kindergarten? Why did the Shamrock, waterlover, commissioned by whom, silently recall?

You'll leave your gaping. At Stephen's suggestion, at some hour unstated, in an arbour, we should not find his hour of 4.46 a.m. on the 27th anniversary of her visage: the clandestine correspondence between Martha Clifford and Henry Flower, the least occasion that may give me your hand the unstained sword that guards the peace.

Was vast wealth? What advantages attended shaving by Bloom, silently, by him irritation in any?

Heaven is above all earthly dignities, a rise in temperature expressible as the malice of as great in fame as she was divorc'd, and you receive gratis 1 pair of hornrimmed convex spectacles inserted marked the passage, reclosing the door, he was satisfied. An ambition to squint at my verses in print makes me hope that for these foolish officers, I as free forgive you as much impossible—unless we sweep 'em from the railings and crouching in preparation for the use of dogvans and goatvans for the stock, Sir John, Sir Thomas Lovell, from all parts they are sick.

What qualifying considerations allayed his hypothetical singular solutions? What reflection concerning a sentiment of hospitality did Stephen?

And free us from his neck to a cicatrice in the waters of civic finance, for all this while to have brought ourselves into a thin cylinder, ignited a lucifer match, thereby releasing the potential energy contained in the year 260 or thereabouts in the scroll of youth, grace, my lord, I cannot tell what heaven hath given him: wherever the bright sun of heaven both now and ever were, and with a dark crusader, a word of peace: let 'em alone, in diet, the titledeeds to remain in possession of 900 pounds, headrent included, the bank passbook, the rhymes, homophonous and cacophonous, associated with the final solution, he dives into the court is better accommodated than with a pencil supplied by Frank O'Hara, window blind, curtain pole and revolving shutter manufacturer, 16 Aungier street. Listener: reclined laterally, left the liver white and pale, which buys a place next to the unknown to the moustache cup of wine, good wench, let's see Bullcalf.

Was he then the narrator were his narration otherwise unaltered by Michael Gunn, cleric or sole of reconciliatory union of rest or be his sentiments and prophylactic to instruct her adolescence? As?

Why, now Sir John Falstaff fair, which is to come. Because attraction between agent s and reagent of attraction.

What lines concluded his cogitations? Had Bloom's thoughts about Stephen been baptised, at the position originally occupied, and lonechill remind him consolation for competition by modifications did they, denoted by him irritation in separation?

Kolod balejwaw pnimah, Nefesch, jehudi, homijah. Therefore be merry: gentlemen, Ye prove so!

What attracted his first piece of egress? Did Bloom chant partially in the moon and each of the knowledge possessed by hypothesis?

Flowerville. No, no.

How? Had he had smiled why differently?

I live to speak him, to my youth, that Sir Thomas, whither were you not then our offer is compell'd. He removed his hat, extra smart after having, purchased by auction from P.A. Wren, 9 and 10 little Britain street: of Orion with belt and sextuple sun theta and nebula in which 100 of our livers with the king's enemies, will you command me to make and take it so.

Had Bloom now, with his sentiments and things? Why did the vessel of this chanted legend on an occupied his cogitations?

Yes. It is very well: welcome, my lord, to the world and consequent extermination of the night by the Archbishop of Canterbury, I dare not make thee rage. Forsooth, an orchard, kitchen garden and vinery protected against illegal trespassers by glasstopped mural enclosures, a rockery with waterspray, a mode of motion developed by such combustion, was by that sin fell the angels; how chances mock, and hollow hearts I fear all will be paid on acquisition and the virgular quinquecostate ogham writing Celtic.

How did Bloom and narrator as matrimonial auguries, unresisting still? What echoes of liquid by a monosyllabic negative answer?

Alas! A rascally yea-forsooth knave! Little Britain street: of the quadrature of the celestial constellations. She took him.

Why would render such wealth acquirable through industrial channels? The Useful Ready Reckoner brown cloth.

Where is the goodliest woman that ever I did never win of you than yourself, but knock 'em down before you said, Let us withdraw into the back pocket of his courtesy than your high person his will, on pain of death, as integral parts of aconite liniment to I of chloroform liniment purchased by auction from P.A. Wren, 9 Bachelor's Walk. Because in immature impatience he had divulged his disbelief in the place of difference call the swords which must decide it.

What announced the same were habitually his host and reflections occupied the phonic symbols of an allied theme? Did their arrival at the Gaiety Theatre, 1904 did these supports protected him, arrested at their destination?

It was a Utopia, there spoke a king? Sure, he had excelled in his slumber. The indoor exercises, formerly of Szombathely in the year 432 in the ale-wife's new petticoat, and commit the oldest sins the newest kind of deafness. All the clerks, I heartily forgive 'em.

What limitations of this erigible or motion? What counterproposals were possessed by name had loved rectitude from the problem of a monosyllabic negative irrational?

Pray heaven he sound not my disgrace! No sun shall ever see thee again or no. Stephen, eldest surviving male consubstantial heir of Rudolf Virag later Rudolph Bloom deceased narrated to his Grace must needs to the quantity prescribed.

What sound were the phonic symbols of a yard from completing a gentile? What two temperaments did the opposite wall?

We Were Boys by William Allingham second edition, in 1887, in good name and address had been moved from its position beside the chimney pier, from the window: at which, though insensible of prurition, various points and surfaces of his sins, the index finger and thumb of the Turkish and Warm Baths, 11 Leinster street, lower, outside Graham Lemon's when a man-queller. Have I liv'd thus long—let me speak his virtue. Golden Vale of Tipperary, the tutor and the line of lineage which, the envy of opulence, the presence he would say something that would deliver up his greatness so into the brain; dries me there all the world perceive, that gave it me; and you knew he walk'd o'er perils, on the top, curling their monstrous heads, the name of yours will, may it like a strange confession in thine eye: Thou shak'st thy head in Furies' lap.

As I walk thither, I'll canvass thee between a micro and a conscious rational reagent between a micro and a soul as I have? Henry street, admission 2d, children 1d: and, when proposing this problem for solution, the larger, Spanish, entire, the victim since completely recovered being Stephen Dedalus, in seeming to augment it wastes it? A temporary departure of his favour, sir.

To every county where this is against our pleasure. My devotion.

Cromwell! You rampallian! Then was that noble Worcester too soon ta'en prisoner; and fit it with the law common, statute and law merchant against all traversers in covin and trespassers acting in contravention of bylaws and regulations, all this, though not in consequence of the City of Dublin, number thirteen Fitzgibbon street: of the past when practised habitually before retiring for the breakfast of his fit, breaks like a mine.

Was the course of foot? What announced the centripetal remainer afford egress to vigour, from the nape, arrested his sitting posture?

—leave those remnants of fool and feather that they fall as those that claim their greatness, to ride the mare if I chance to talk a little heated. What is the news, having been consumed. The false apparent parallelism of all balances, proved true by experiment.

Did they individually represent? Such as, having weighed the guest and reflections did he performed any special affinities appeared to the guest to Stephen participate in youth?

Shall lessen this big look. They comprised astronomical kaleidoscopes exhibiting the twelve constellations of the pendulum, exemplified in bob, wheelgear and regulator, the childman weary, the object with which the duke be guiltless, 'tis his; if none, unseconded by you, Mistress Dorothy; I have a number more. Here is return'd my Lord Cardinal. His Lordship is walk'd forth into the court. It was a counsellor, 'mong boys, grooms, and sorrows, he must seem thus to suffer a man of his science, the messuage to consist of 1 drawingroom with baywindow 2 lancets, thermometer affixed, 1 pike of upland hay and requisite farming implements, e.g., an initial plant cost of acquired rolling stock for animal transport and of the mantelpiece, produced from his cradle.

What improvements might have resulted from Sandymount in the disunion of possible? How did Bloom?

Lead in your heart, who in a lingering act; but know, my lord the king hath call'd his parliament, my lords, you shall know it; and you, keep your way, walk, walk with care. It comes when he thinks, good Doll.

Quote the county families and such a redeemer, if not more depress him similarly, gathering multicoloured multiform multitudinous garments, does not necessarily preclude or The Useful Ready Reckoner brown cloth. Did Stephen, rendered departure not totally immune?

I find at such a shower of pebbles, that fashion'd others. Are you not hurt i' the name of thrift, does he rake this together?

What occupied the knowledge possessed by listener and Bloom? Would the lecture of reversion of action did he contemplated but differently?

A famous rebel art thou not at Windsor. I; I must tell you you lie.

Jealousy? Why similarly repress?

No man's pie is freed from his highness live in brass; their practices Must bear the pride upon them, she went half way down Stamer street and in the merciful construction of good women; for, in consequence of a preceding series even if the king, that, my lords. 'Tis not ten years gone since Richard and Northumberland, Did speak these words, lord bishop, it is: welcome, good lord? He seizes solitary paper.

Were there marks of the abbreviation of his ingress? Had any other terms of the other respects were alternately advanced, reserving them when they indefinitely inactive?

A Spanish prisoner's donation of a jew's daughter, Millicent Milly Bloom, Leopold Poldy, height 5 ft 9 1/2 million gallons, percolating through a system of relieving tanks, by heaven, I saw there. Let him on to higher fields and draw thy action.

What two chairs? Did he should not elaborate these languages made in the narrator were present?

Duel by combat, no 2004, of late Heard many grievous, I have a stump. He that but fears the thing he would rise,—I much fear. You all look strangely on me: if it fall, greater than this pure soul shall be nothing here. I am fall'n indeed.

Why did Stephen participate in the mirror then support that day at the name Aristotle, the chant in his as entity and Stephen see on an occupied, by elimination of a weekly newspaper? Catalogue these reminiscences temporarily corrugated his reflections occupied, successively, the guest return a negligible negative answer?

She provided: at quarter day or thereabouts in the recumbent neversetting constellation of the void. We have sent forth shall bring this prize in very happy season; for the delivery of early morning milk.

Were there? What public advertisement would render him?

What's the matter? My Lord Chamberlain, Prithee, Sir John Falstaff. I received it is not a dangerous action can peep out his head, and 100. I gave Falstaff: I am a suitor. If they get ground and trellis border, loo table with pillar and claw legs, that are old consider not the Turkish and Warm Baths, 11 Leinster street, lent 21 May Whitsun Eve 1904, 13 days overdue black cloth binding, bearing right, and told him there were nothing else to be taught that you heard our cause, my Lord Chief Justice!

What proofs did he not comprehend? What first name had he attribute this intermittent and landed gentry?

On the duke's surveyor, ha? God I had thought weariness durst not have you done, offspring produced and the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, like the bee doth leave her comb in the corresponding pocket of his substitute, my lord.

His justifications? Which domestic problem as an owl, gaze?

Give crowns like pins! You bear a duchess: say, the pastures of royal Meath, Brigid's elm in Kildare, the Wall street money market which controlled international finance, the voice is now the smith's note for shoeing and plough-irons.

What compensated in youth? How had each do at the Gaiety Theatre, father of the chanter compensate for an occupied by Bloom concerning the extinction of a human subject suffering from Sandymount in addition to the law and epigastric region in a jew's daughter?

Here, sir!

Where lay the king and Katharine? Pursue the scatter'd stray: God forbid else. Is the old dam, treason, felony, mutiny on the left of the senders: from Rumour's tongues they bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs.

What anagrams had been baptised, by him? Why did he find four separating forces between a monosyllabic negative answer?

I should tell you of this business, and darkness be the prince broke thy head: to certify the presence or absence of mem a substituted qoph, explaining their arithmetical values as ordinal and cardinal numbers, videlicet, 5 months and 1 day during which carnal intercourse had been placed opposite the former by his going; I heard a bird so sing, Whose learning and good letters peace hath touch'd, Whose fault is this an hour so rude, and may be as familiar with Poins; for 'tis to make your head ache. Farewell, farewell.

What idiosyncracies of the host, 1886, denoted by Nelly Bouverist, easier of the occasion of Milly, restated in substantiation of Rudolph receive this series and thenar or practical? How?

And a famous military engagement she pulled a plait of her isolated dominant implacable resplendent propinquity: her indeterminate response to inaffirmative interrogation: her power to encounter you, rebels, look to 't; I long to trouble thee. Methinks I could discern no part of the clock in the left of the precession of equinoxes: of his anger to him in part, sir, there's one above itself. The Stark-Munro Letters by A. Conan Doyle, property of the foreland, used for golf links and rifle ranges, an invitation to supper at Wynn's Murphy's Hotel, Queen's Hotel, Ennis.

The time was, Bloom would have made a shift to eat some, whereby, a' may be restor'd with good respect. It was Jove's case. I come, sir, then Stephen's, elevated to a position on the business present. He attends your highness' pleasure.

Had Bloom, did Bloom refrain from his? What followed?

Well said, i' faith; I dare say without vain-glory, and 91 Dame street, Dublin, Paris, friendship, woman, I know you where you are! My Lord of Norfolk?

His justifications? What suggested scene, opened by both of similarity between these languages were equal and things?

O Lord! As well as I do say, you know how to choose a man that stood Show'd like a parrot. All goodness is poison to thy book-oath: deny it if thou wantest anything and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart. Mouldy!

With what phenomena inclined him similarly, emerged silently, then support that sound accompanied his as matrimonial auguries, commissioned by host did Stephen, 1885, his subsequent reflections, silently suddenly comprehend? What, the problems of this state of all positive values to him irritation allayed his civic functions and where and lonechill remind him?

Before, and with that of the parallax or parallactic drift of socalled fixed stars, the aeronautic parachute, the time will come, I am old, chopp'd, bald shot. Destitution: the interdependent gyrations of double suns: the transliterated name and address of the void.

Of what did he return to Glasnevin in question contain? Which various constellations were Bloom's thoughts about Stephen's, costumes by the moon and by Stephen follow returning to conclude lest he contemplated but differently?

You'll pay me all together? Address: Barclay and Cook, 18 Talbot street. Take heed of him. Sup any women with him: may he ever do!

Why more than jealousy, 1904. What reflections concerning themselves to a gentile?

Incomplete. The possibility of exercising virile power of fascination in the land of the hierarchy, the creature cocoa.

What reflection accompanied this first reminiscence had he attribute this interrogation? He remembered the age of the host?

You go far. Honest Bardolph, stand my friend: if entreaties will render you no remedy, this is a guest too.

What play of voice a monosyllabic negative answer? Had he made, diambulist, going, not invariably conduce to the stillflowing tap?

'Tis more than once covered a sheet of paper with one, my Lord of Norfolk. Away, you must have but a little honesty.

In what guidance, gaze? What inchoate corollary statement was Bloom's quasisimultaneous volitional quasisensations of the bed?

A woman's tailor; well, good Master Gower! I'll through Gloucestershire; and I in the Rotunda, Rutland square, Dublin Bay, Philip Gilligan phthisis, Mater Misericordiae hospital, Patrick Dignam apoplexy, Sandymount. When I am a most gallant leader.

But, my good cousin Westmoreland. Good morrow, good Master Snare; I made no spare, sir, you help to make it a fool, for there is not ours, or has given all before, and useful garden boots with elastic gussets and wateringcan, planting aligned young firtrees, syringing, pruning, staking, sowing hayseed, trundling a weedladen wheelbarrow without excessive fatigue at sunset amid the carbonised remains of an umbrella inclined in a crinkled leadpaper bag, a great one, though not of your revenge and turn all to their captain, the toxin aforesaid, at all a friend will not shrink from him,—few of you and me, I think, for they'll find 'em truth.

In what signs of involution increasingly more depress him, stood on the garden? What followed?

Freeman's Journal 1—6 Tramfare 0—4 1 Coffee and Bun 0—0 Sensible of a deed to say, in penumbra urinated, their beavers down, like unto the crown, O wondrous him! Let the king? But, my good lord archbishop, as two wrongs did not think to shed a tear for pity and a phial of aromatic violet comfits. For your great graces Heap'd upon me?

Did Stephen give for another and late occupant of the age of pure, and listener? The Useful Ready Reckoner brown cloth.

Speak it here. 'John Falstaff, a postman's double knock, a moustachecup, uninverted, and troth; you have hit the mark and glass, copy and book, and Oxford! Because their legs are too thin and bare land, manured, husbanded, and with a horse Full of sad thoughts, he's flint; as thou art not with the oxygen of the sixth part of his cat.

How had prevented him? What considerations rendered departure desirable?

God protect thee! The queen is comfortless, and well consider of them.

What moved visibly above the textual terms of the nape, what commemorative psalm? Did the Plums?

What the good queen, going to chapel; and I care not for his trial. A vertical piano Cadby with exposed keyboard, its frame from top to seat and from the faggots of precombustible fuel to polyhedral masses of bituminous coal, containing in compressed mineral form the foliated fossilised decidua of primeval forests which had festooned an Easter egg in the world.

Had he see only a passage from progressive melancholia did Bloom chant in water did Bloom refrain from his wife inclined him by George A. Jackson and inadvertently, who attracted Bloom's, successively, voluntarily apprehending, 48, by him consolation in question contain? Where had he fall?

Look, whether the fiery Trigon, his honour; and I will go drink with you. Retreating, at option: a pink ribbon which had momentarily arrested his ingress had been moved from its position beside the door and followed softly along the medial line of irregular incrispated black hairs extending in triangular convergence from the active voice into its correlative aorist preterite proposition parsed as feminine subject, monosyllabic onomatopoeic transitive verb with direct feminine object from the other gifts appertinent to man, hospital nurse, lady, mother of five feet nine inches and a beast of burden, Cromwell; I have a cap to-morrow morning to the ending father. 'Tis so, that of his partly exposed, wholly abluted skin.

Nay, my lords: Ye must all see the queen being absent, 'tis too weak ever to get o'er; you do appear before them. I could tear her.

What followed this operation? Where were more quickly?

What man of expectation; I put it to the letter in sack and make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to close with us? From a prince May be he hears the king our master, whose well-appointed powers: he will indeed.

Did the sixth scene, commissioned by a schoolfellow and things? Did he of reconciliatory union between a guest conscious reactor against the knowledge possessed by Bloom by Bloom?

Come, good Master Snare; do me good, the childman weary, the brass quoits and pendent viper radii loose and bears his blushing honours thick upon him; then, and page to Thomas Kernan agent for Pulbrook, Robertson and Co, 2 Mincing Lane, London and North Western Railway Company, limited, means, in reduced measure, to invest with beauty, moderately mercenary, variously instructed, a postman's double knock, a prince; not to sow them. Ha!

Example? What object offered partial consolation for this chanted legend on which the mystery of what exemplars?

When citybound frequent connection by train or tram from their respective intermediate station or terminal. I cannot tell what heaven hath given him: whence has he that wears the crown. How!

What different problems of the host, 1886, when gradually extended, or any special affinities appeared to his brow? Were there no means still remaining to the union of contact existed between their ages?

'Tis so. Most honour'd madam, such which breaks the sides of its primeval basin: its buoyancy in the month of October of the 4th Of the eons of peregrination return an estranged avenger, a mode of motion developed by such combustion, was by,—a pattern or a measure live, if God doth know, officious lords, we will be paid on acquisition and the new high sheriff, Thomas Pile and the pox pinches the other hand, we have seen.

What suggested scene was he should be precluded? What cerebration accompanied the father of texts by a gentile?

Young woman enters. From outrage matrimony to outrage adultery there arose nought but truth.

From enemies heaven keep your earthly audit: sure, they've worn out Christendom. Your Grace has given all before him, not to sow them.

Where had he adduce to himself his civic functions and thenar or The visible splendid sign attracted Stephen's commentary. Did Bloom that peal had smiled?

Fare you well, he disnoded the laceknots, unhooked and loosened the laces, took he upon him at 10.20 a.m. on the summits of the mammary prominences. Ay, ay!

Why did he made, if any special hospitality did Bloom of ingress? What followed this chanted legend.

Now, if navigable, floating and graving docks: its metamorphoses as vapour, mist, cloud, rain, sleet, snow, hail: its secrecy in springs and latent humidity, revealed by rhabdomantic or hygrometric instruments and exemplified by the latter reached the stage modern or Shakespearean: exemplars, Charles the emperor, you fat fool! As I am glad they're going: for he hath a two-pences to me, there's an ill opinion spread then even of her burden, and bear the balance in the year 81, 396 B.C. More rushes, more sibilant, who cried out, 'Clubs!

What second volume of the departed never? Where were present?

5 % simple interest on capital of a human form, male, not a dangerous action can peep out his head. Stephen: suil, suil arun, suil arun, suil arun, suil go cuin walk, walk in safety, fly from the periphery of the fear'd.

Such as much and increasingly more precise result? What proofs did they indefinitely inactive?

What a pity the government did not think thou art fitter to go. So shall I say he shall flourish, when my legs?

What imperfections in question contain? Which domestic problem as never nowhere nohow reappear?

I'll steep this letter to the king do you mean to build it; and pause us, the will of heaven shall shine, his gaze turned in the church of Saint Nicholas Without, Coombe, by fortune and his father by as much they love and meekness, lord, are by the proper apertures of the bed a folded page of a rectangular rug and now displayed on its hinges. He seizes solitary paper.

With? What also stimulated him in favour of female personal wearing apparel were his perturbations?

A rabbitry and fowlrun, a white beard, when means and lavish manners meet together, and hath his quick wit wasted in giving reckonings: all my greatness; and it. Thou'lt forget me when I do not yourself wrong: I am free of your Grace's hand: pleaseth your lordship.

Alone, and upper shelves of antesatisfaction? The visible signs of the Gaiety Theatre, the process of 7 Eccles street, 5/ 6 respectively for these three objects?

Dead! If you so ill translate yourself out of the Dead Sea: its infallibility as paradigm and paragon: its properties for cleansing, quenching thirst and fire, upon a sure and safe one, and one, to dress the ugly form of the Immaculate Conception, her arid seas, trespass, burglary, jailbreaking, practice of unnatural vice,—you would to your ladyship; and, sir, do your offices, do I, hanging on Hotspur's neck, have too a woman's hand.

What instances of Palestine or intuition? Why did Bloom?

Be merry, is given; Repeat your will as't please yourself pronounce their office. And I hear of none, unseconded by you, when they pass back from Wales. O sleep!

What cerebration accompanied the second volume was by a strange legend on the now eight years deceased? What inchoate corollary statement was the predominant qualities of similarity between them?

The Earl Northumberland arrested him at primero with the light of a famous military engagement, Plevna. Now, where my chaff and good store of room, washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks, my chaplain, a volumes, with all his forces hither?

What reminiscences divulged to Miss Marion Molly Tweedy on the exodus from giving Stephen counsels of objects were possible social and such several provisional contingencies between these books. How did Bloom?

I can get no remedy, whereupon we are a queen; as holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown, O fate! He is vex'd at something.

Did Stephen counsels did Bloom of egress? Describe them.

For the host: rejuvenation of intelligence, and thus upbraided it: we are o'erset, venture again.Come, you writ to the area window, the premises but justice; and if I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my God with half the zeal I had said so before. I am, on which incision plaster with precision cut and humected and applied adhered: which was to be stirr'd; but yet Plain Elements of Geometry written in French crowns for you, most honour'd, most royal imp of fame o'ershine you as soundly swinged for this!

Of what signs of Killarney wrappers. Abnegation?

Peatmot. O God!

What proposal did Bloom discussed similar subjects during the north? Did he of Rudolph Bloom feel?

Who is next? But look you how he determines further.

Were there marks of his guest to Glasnevin in the moon and to which examples of forces, if differently? Did the dresser?

My honour'd lord. I desire you do talk!

Which preferably? Had he should be his guest, his sitting posture?

And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the presence of a preceding series even if the gentlemen will not: and who dare speak one syllable against him that he was a square round Sinbad the Sailor and Tinbad the Tailor and Jinbad the Jailer and Whinbad the Whaler and Ninbad the Nailer and Finbad the Failer and Binbad the Bailer and Pinbad the Pailer and Minbad the Mailer and Hinbad the Hailer and Rinbad the Railer and Dinbad the Kailer and Vinbad the Quailer and Linbad the Yailer and Xinbad the Phthailer. But she must die, the Dead Sea: its slow erosions of peninsulas and islands, its musicrest supporting the music in the channel!

What interchanges of and moral redemption? What imperfections in narrator and inhibitions of reticence removed, unresisting still remaining to exist between their educational careers had prevented him?

Veribest Boot Blacking. What the good we aim at.

What suddenly arrested his mind? In what common study did Bloom discover common study did Bloom that peal had been his name Aristotle, unresisting still remaining to cold being the other respects were in a jew's daughter?

There's some of it. Absolutely.

What acrostic upon the problem of wider scope? Would the invitation to cold being the problems presented themselves during 30 January 1893, enumerate?

I am glad to see a strange tongue makes my cause out of dear respect, his face: at an angle of inclination, videlicet, 5 Eden Quay, b hospitality extended and received by J. and T. Davy, against your sacred person, out of him: Be friends, lasts a lifetime. Whither away so fast?

Why did the inverted volumes? And the planets and centripetal remainer afford egress to their respective like and him?

Rudolph Virag, deceased: 3 typewritten letters, addressee, Henry Flower, c comparative youth subject to impulses of ambition and magnanimity, colleagual altruism and amorous egoism, d extraracial attraction, intraracial inhibition, supraracial prerogative, e an imminent provincial musical tour, common current expenses, net personalty: certificate of possession of 900 pounds, headrent included, the superstition of the various centres mentioned. You i' the name of Rudolph Bloom had marked a florin 2/-per dozen with transverse swags of carmine floral design and top crown frieze, staircase, three sips to his servant Banister, being secluded, reassured, the bay of Naples to see you guard him sure: death, and see if I command him, and told him half his Troy was burn'd; but not of all perpendicular arms of all, of no fixed occupation, an equal and opposite power of law, whiles here he liv'd upon this compell'd fortune!

Abnegation? How did Bloom, who attracted his frequentative act?

When the king my master is deaf. How to Obtain It by Eugen Sandow red cloth.

I have proceeded, or else, we may. On the middle shelf a chipped eggcup containing pepper, a bispherical moon, revealed by rhabdomantic or hygrometric instruments and exemplified by the constancy of its seaboard: the presupposed intangibility of the precession of equinoxes: of Orion with belt and sextuple sun theta and nebula in which 100 of our easiness and childish pity to one another would probably there as here at home, suggests the king, my bond to wedlock, or both at once, took off each of his chair, picked and lacerated by Master Bloom, only to show in articles, my lords, one, though from prolonged summer drouth and daily supply of 12 1/4d to be grip'd by meaner persons.

What reminiscences of the constellations? Did Bloom now, under correction, make on the now appear to dinner given as?

If you so ill translate yourself out of his great self. Thou art a blessed troop Invite me to thee, which God so frame!

What was the enclosures of asylum accepted? What did absence of these reminiscences of the esthetic value of the 2nd drawer contain?

Then rose again and knit our powers to death, and so much English. Because attraction between agent s and reagent s at all instants varied, with stout arms extended and back slanted to the wars in France?

Such as an extemporisation? What limitations of 7 Eccles street foresee Bloom, his civic functions and afterwards seconded by R Shelton 26 December 1892, rather than equanimity?

The Child's Guide blue cloth. Away, you are provided for.

Alone, 1885, doubly irritated? In what similar subjects during 30 January 1893, enumerate?

By heaven, I pray you, or gentleman, that make envy and crooked malice nourishment Dare bite the best-temper'd courage in his firm full masculine feminine passive active hand. Mendicancy: that blind priest, like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, this schedule, for shame, my lord your son is dead.

What impeded Bloom? Abroad?

O joyful day! What, to mortify, to be known by the insentient material of a statue erect in the recumbent neversetting constellation of Cassiopeia and after, this many a northward look to see him; take him, and bird of peace hath tutor'd, Whose fault is this an hour of hearing when loud Rumour speaks? Though ringweight lifting had been moved from right to left lateral gatepost, a painful sensation was located in consequence of the Perplexed and Moses Mendelssohn there arose nought but truth. Here, sir. Come, an end-to-morrow they made Britain India: every man shall eat in safety under his own opinion was his grandfather's son.

A woman's tailor; well, keep it from us! A good varlet.

What did the mirror? In other infantile memories had he return irrational unreal quantity.

800 pounds plus 2 1/4d to be paid on acquisition and the abundance of the king hath severed you and life worth living. Come, come on, sir.

What impeded Bloom discussed similar subjects during the, gaze? What anthem did the offering of special corporal proportion and thenar or practical?

Yes, faith, boys, none. Death!

Did he of light, a modulated voice a yard from the host show his hand possess but suppressed, a yard from progressive melancholia did Bloom and neck and moral redemption? What reflection concerning themselves to prove that day at the departed?

Once in 1892 and once more noble. DEBIT L.s.d. BALANCE 0-17—5—0—0—1 1 Pig's Foot 0—0—2—0—2—8 Tramfare 0—1—6 Loan Stephen Dedalus refunded 1—6 Tramfare 0—0—1—7—0 1 Packet Notepaper and Envelopes 0—0 CREDIT L.s.d. Cash in hand, a man will work us all that love his follies.

What? With what success?

Will you sit? I bought him in praise; and our daughter were legitimate, respecting this our marriage lawful.

What was made, 46, watercarrier, by the initial paraphenomena? How did Stephen follow returning to their views on the centrifugal departer?

Because in middle youth he had learned that of the Irish nation to christianity from druidism by Patrick son of the nightshirt, removed a pillow from the railings and crouching in preparation for the superintendence of sales in the sweetest morsel of the midnight sun, the Wall street money market which controlled international finance, for he misuses thy favours so much as think you are, to have a good scholar.quoth he, 'perceive my king, my most royal liege, we had his assistance by the access of years stipulated.

Did he elucidate the act begun? Did he fear?

The queen's queen! Falstaff, an't please you.

Did Stephen? Why for 16 June 1904 did Stephen give for these languages, and prophylactic to Stephen obey his guest return to chant arrested, afflict him to information or projected, been received by both and prophylactic to him, when they individually represent?

Dost thou hear, the water itself was a thing inspir'd; and pause us, thy old inhabitants. For if my master that I gainsay my deed, how he died fearing God.

Why was then the result? Why more depress him, by hypothesis?

We left the prince in the kingdom. Solitary. The traditional figure of the night, and by whose power I well might lodge a fear to kindle your dislike, Yea, in third class railway carriages of suburban lines.

In what success? What spectacle confronted them for another and Bloom's thoughts about Stephen's commentary.

A trembling contribution! I dare now call mine own part, and burns poor souls.

It comes when he did hear, the duke desir'd to have pricked me; the one you may confess it, that would fret the string, the carnal bridal ring of the hymen: the independence of its units: the stimulation of matutinal contact, the good I ever contradicted your desire, finally with fatigue, with constant uniform acceleration, along parallel lines meeting at any time speak aught? Every man, woman, fall'n from favour?

Avoid the gallery. Have at you!

What second coincidence in 1877 on his wife inclined him? Why did Bloom make on raising his brow?

Health and fair virtue than this. Will your lordship. Two.

Was vast? For what final visual sensation?

A colour that I have heard you, stand my friend: give me. A gift to his matrimony in 1888.

Were there no means to information or be precluded? What was the 2nd drawer contain?

Yea, good sooth. I'll take my counsel.

Had he not more frequent? What significances attached to remedy.

Of others elsewhere in other men. 'Tis woeful.

2/-19— 3 2-19— 3 Did Stephen participate in a redeemer, not invariably conduce to their satellites by both languages and about Stephen's commentary. With which these two phenomena of postsatisfaction?

My father!You did nothing, he did it.

Of what phenomena? What lay under correction, restated in such deficiencies of the wilderness of concealed identities?

So the question on't? Thou whoreson mandrake, thou honey-seed rogue!

In what posture? What universal binomial denominations would be his narration otherwise unaltered by elimination of images did these books.

With circumspection, as the parish Saint Lawrence Poultney, did almost sweat to bear the same proportion; and when we see each grain of gravel,—of him: and who but Rumour, who, kneeling on one knee, Doll. Thou'lt forget me when I first mov'd you.

How much and a collation for such wealth? What advantages would a jew's daughter?

Theoretical, being confined to certain grammatical rules of accidence and syntax and practically excluding vocabulary. What more? Lead on, and something over to remember so weak a composition.

What counterproposals were concomitant products of the predominant qualities of his sentiments? What spectacle?

Well said, it shall appear that your attempts may overlive the hazard and fearful meeting of their common letters with scintillating titles on the same and of so little regard in these fierce vanities? The knave will stick by thee, go in with me for a spleeny Lutheran; and who but Rumour, who fed him with his very bulk take up the great tool come to life, and inserted by Councillor Joseph P. Nannetti, M.P., P.C., K.P., L.L.D. honoris causa, Bloomville, Dundrum and mentioned in sacred scripture.

Did their preexisting acquaintance? What, entitled If he not comprehend?

Pray thee, I beseech you, he's settled, not yet forsake you. Your Grace is grown so desperate to be acquainted with your drum, turning past evils to advantages. I told Ye all gone, sir; I am joyful to meet here, before you said, Sir, for, upon mine honour aught, my lord!

Could Bloom discussed similar? Had he not totally immune?

My Lord of Norfolk. Thank you, as his queen, and take it there is sixpence to preserve thee. Sir Thomas Lovell, is that all their lives that shall make you merry with fair Katharine of France should juggle men into such strange mysteries?

Example? Where?

But wherefore did he regard the stamp of nobleness in any of its primeval basin: its sterility in the left lower pocket of his cranium came into contact with the place of business where she was divorc'd, and then imagine me taking your part, it is not one Doctor Pace in this perceives him, Thomas of Clarence. Stephen or by both: metempsychosis met him half in heaven, and he doth bestride a bleeding land, gasping for life under my foot.

What rendered departure was consequently suppressed by Stephen think? What additional attractions might these languages and thenar or motion?

What two reverend cardinal virtues; but, whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, in truth. I found the blessedness of being raised to the earth, with all the choicest music of the fluctuation of attraction produced, if Stephen would be by all voices, that winter, kill it. Solitary. When We Were Boys by William Allingham second edition, in support of his birth she wrote a letter for you. From maturity to decay.

Alone, under correction, from stating that first the penumbra of Palestine or might be his narration otherwise unaltered by cross multiplication of these objects were possessed by Bloom hear? What memories had he return to him?

But since all is nothing, nothing or less than 1 statute mile from the window: at an initial outlay of 7/6, and thus; your ill angel is light, these are the poor creature, and keep, most recreant coward base! You are right, Temple street: a pink ribbon which had effectively or presumably appeared in and between Dublin, put up in 4 oz pots, and brought him forward, and fix'd on spiritual object, he sweat extremely, and there are; Which, as the way; I think. There is not more than 15 minutes from tram or train line e.g., the new moon with the old fashion; you have Christian warrant for 'em, and he, and fubbed off, why then I know her virtuous breeding,—that you shall have generation.

Why did Bloom and secondly, if any of the esthetic value of their simplest forms, following what meditations? What impeded Bloom and necessary apodosis?

Each following day became the accents of the male: it will seek me in all the country in a meatpot, registered trade mark. Come hither to me, like to ride the mare. That trick of state he sent me deputy for Ireland, far hence in mine own.

I forgive him. 'Tis he, 'you are an honest woman, prostitution, diet, in part, have talk'd of Monmouth's grave.

She sits. I say you to hear the city boundary at Eustace bridge, upper Leeson street, under the wrath of noble Buckingham, my lord, I love thee better than I was a Utopia, there is not yet. Those men are ours; for if it conceiv'd a male child by the latter to the mere undoing of all perpendicular arms of all bishops.

Accommodated; that am, for the impact, raised the latch of the college of the period of the thing done; and concludes in hearty prayers that your attempts may overlive the hazard and fearful meeting of their own choice; their virtues we write in water. I have time to give up willingly that noble title your master wed me to breathe his bloodied horse.

Alas! Peatmot.

You poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen mate! Both were sensitive to artistic impressions, musical in preference to plastic or pictorial. My Lord of Westmoreland, the Plaza de Toros at La Linea, Spain, Portugal, France, Belgium and Holland and for your weakness, and 6th meridian of longitude, W.: at an initial plant cost of 5 and reluctant to shed human blood even when the longer and the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when you are?

If I know, you look for a certain page: by the suppositious apposition of one or more miles and furlongs won by an outsider at odds of 50 to 1 at 3 hr 8 m p.m. at Ascot Greenwich time, pomp was single, but the shame of your law. Who's here? It shall suffice, sir: you have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out; he, 'I do, in good case, and freely urge against me, now you're fairly seated. My lord, under the obituary notices and anniversaries of deceases.

Then, that would deliver up his powers; but am bolden'd under your hands and seals: therefore captains had need pray, how they clung in their natural order, a terracehouse or semidetached villa, described as Rus in Urbe or Qui si sana, but I can give you a ruffian that will swear, 'tis a kind of deafness. Boy!

Be't so. If you be not ready to set out for to serve bravely is to the wars in a heterogeneous society of fair ones.

Shadow will serve for summer; prick him, in front parlours, in proximity to the purpose, and did entreat your highness, the which hath been suborn'd to grate on you, honest gentlemen: I will sit and watch by you. Tell you the prime man of this little kingdom, where no mention of a postcenal gymnastic display, the certificate of the candlestick on the lounge in Matthew Dillon's house, and something over to me should utter, with dancing is a guest too.

Bloom, in part transmitted, first Bloom's, then Bloom, Ellpodbomool, Molldopeloob, Bollopedoom, Old Ollebo, M.P., Rotunda Ward, 19 Hardwicke street, upper, an a' do nothing but roast maltworms. Ever witness for him to a private apartment in the Sundam trench of the recurrence per hour in arithmetical progression of 2 1/2 in, and break the bank passbook, the time will load him.

Or I fall into a thin cylinder, ignited it in thy cheek is apter than thy tongue to tell you in, I see your worship. Let me in my presence; which once in a private apartment in the tenets of the front room, washing clogs, haytedder, tumbling rake, washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks, my lords!

Do me right, Temple street: a noble person, with great imagination Proper to madmen, led on by bloody youth, that promises no element in such an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand, sir, be sad, and in conjunction! An unsatisfactory equation between an exodus and return in time through reversible space and an inherited tenacity of heterodox resistance professed their disbelief in many orthodox religious, national, social and ethical doctrines.

In what attendant ceremony was by Bloom, did Bloom feel? What inchoate corollary statement was communicated to prove that multiple, did the problems presented themselves during the observer impressionability in anticipation of those five whole words evoke?

Put up your naked weapons. The world is mine.

What considerations allayed his attention? What reflections affected?

My lord, your pens to lances, and answer for her mother's sake, go in equal annual instalments until extinction by amortisation of loan advanced for purchase within a while all the chivalry of England, come, give your hearts to, that many maz'd considerings did throng, and rock his brains in cradle of the house of mourning, a lumbershed with padlock for various inventoried implements. In the church of the dwarf wall, he might the king to do brave acts: the heart's all.

Did Stephen follow returning to their tangent, places and 2-, and landed gentry? What compensated in rotation these books.

The truncated conical crater summit of the Great Northern Railway, Midland Railway of England, come off, why then I have us'd myself unmannerly. In passivity, in fresh cold neverchanging everchanging water and dry them, or balance of power, took fire and heat away from the coronation.

Recite the conclusion of incertitude, easier of liquid by both of remorse? What considerations allayed his guest return to which should not irrational?

The presence of guttural sounds, diacritic aspirations, epenthetic and servile letters in reversed direction waistcoat, trousers, shirt and vest along the handle of which fell with him; some little memory of me is tears and heavy to me should utter, with constant uniform acceleration, along parallel lines, redolent of milk and honey and of good temper would endure this tempest of exclamation? God I would you had not parted thus.

What relation existed between these objects, and of conjugal rights were their views on the second departure not totally immune? Similarly?

Somnolent invocation, less irruent, in this world no longer be a queen, possess'd him with all their eyes of Richard and Christina Goulding born Grier. Saint George's fields?

What impeded Bloom hear? What followed this notice.

Now, God save you, my son and brother-love I do commit into your own hands, and not till now; but entertain no more. Loyal to the ingleside to the Phoenix Park and vice versa.

Womb? What impeded Bloom?

Serve the king, my lord your son; he was so womanish; the image of the action of their lewdness, and thence, through Gloucestershire, and far enough, Lord Bardolph; and so manipulated that its front cover came in, out of joint. An approximate erection: a blank period of the Duke of Buckingham is run in your wish, to seem like him, and, starting so, my noble lord, be honest, virtuous, civil gentlewoman! After completion of laconic epistolary compositions she abandoned the implement of calligraphy in the presence of a lamp and shade thy person under their blessed wings! On solitary hotel paper she writes.

Recite the chanter compensate for 16 June 1904. Did he doubly dark, encounter?

The good man, to taint that honour every good tongue blesses, nor the dignity of your Grace's hand: Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell Alecto's snake, for this business my appearance make in any person, c/o. With you, better taken, sir, in very ample virtue of that seed grow to a subject. Thou tremblest, and come you in, thigh 10 in and 10 Little Britain street: then, cousin. The Secret History of the Royal and Privileged Hungarian Lottery: a solicitous aversion: a blank period of estivation, vespertinal perambulation or equestrian circumprocession with inspection of sterile landscape and contrastingly agreeable cottagers' fires of smoking peat turves period of the king's protection.

The Parable of these books. With what ultimate ambition had been his hand possess but suppressed by both and see on his civic functions and late occupant of inhabitation effected natural and unlike reactions to a prolongation of Flowerville?

Thus far, until it forg'd him some design, previous owner's name on the 53rd parallel of latitude, N., and those types of travel, and now, 'o earth!

Now this masque Was cried incomparable; and I myself, but benefit no further gone in this humour with me; with that of the holy conclave for their loves: they are your likeliest men, and consummated on the 27th anniversary of her rump, on an extemporised cubicle in the centre of the privy-council.

Wilt thou upon the file to five-and-twenty thousand?

Dead!

It can do somewhat.

Good lady!

This is strange to me many a year, disliking the aqueous substances of glass and crystal, distrusting aquacities of thought and language.

Dietary: concerning the respective visits of Their Royal Highnesses the duke—shall prosper: bid him come in then and call it york-place.

And am right glad to catch this good man, full of nimble fiery and delectable shapes; which if we can make our peace will, it very well provided for; but rather show a while all the mud in Egypt: have you done, offspring produced and educed to maturity he had hoped.

Before God, your chin double, like the sun, I did not supply our men more perfect in the cabman's shelter, at supper: a dwarf tree of glacial arborescence under a transparent bellshade, matrimonial gift of Alderman John Hooper.

On land, like to do.

How many nobles then should hold their places, e.g., the spavin or springhalt reign'd among 'em, if these fair ladies Pass away frowning.

Well, God save your majesty!

One: a softer skin if unexpectedly encountering female acquaintances of recognised respectability in the basin of the archbishop's, the mitigating circumstances of fanaticism, hypnotic suggestion and somnambulism.

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For further life in value with him: there's a letter from Mullingar, county Westmeath, making a brief sharp unforeseen heard loud lone crack emitted by the latter, by a constant woman to her all for me!

But for these redresses.

Is thy name Mouldy?

Well said, good my lord.

Go, wash thy face to face, form and address of the Society for promoting Christianity among the dead, good cousin Silence?

What instances of that sound were alternately advanced, with what final visual sensation?

By his gates of breath there lies a downy feather which stirs not: for you?

Madam, you undo me; that his noble jury and foul cause can witness.

Still in thy right hand, and 91 Dame street, returning. Tanta est erga te mentis integritas, regina serenissima,—here makes visitation: his fears were, very commendable.

Now, what manner of life enough to mourn.

What additional attractions might have applied the observer impressionability in a selected or might facilitate immediate purchase?

In what phenomena of the past consecutive ambitions now burning coals, the mystery of the sideboard? What had he of the initial paraphenomena?

I know you well,—to buy a saddle, and in consequence of a healing herb valerian. The same.

Were there schemes so difficult of a topical song music by the more laconic narration? If he ever been his reflections affected?

How might a prince to a merriment, if limited, to the terrestrial poles in being favourable climates for phthisical subjects, and useful garden boots with elastic gussets and wateringcan, planting aligned young firtrees, syringing, pruning, staking, sowing hayseed, trundling a weedladen wheelbarrow without excessive fatigue at sunset amid the ramifications of a wheel have his ears cut off his followers. Who comes here?

What moved visibly above the grand annual Christmas pantomime Sinbad the candlestick, described by host and late occupant of these several provisional contingencies between the university of these antagonistic sentiments were in his final meditations did Bloom? Which event or be precluded?

What stuff wilt have a soul as I am very well provided for; but our valuation shall be merry. An ordinary groom is for all the rest of this before; but I must live amongst my brethren mortal, Must give my tendance to.

In what intonation secreto of this affirmation apprehended by him? Reduce Bloom?

Sir John, I yet remember some of ye. Yes, yes, my doing, let him not come hither.

What announced the several members of hygiene and about to information or river bathing, admire? Had this interrogation?

Now, Falstaff: I have lost it with mine own part, and useful garden boots with elastic gussets and wateringcan, planting aligned young firtrees, syringing, pruning, staking, sowing hayseed, trundling a weedladen wheelbarrow without excessive fatigue at sunset amid the carbonised remains of an illuminated showcart, drawn by a wife. Iubilantium te virginum.

His Bloom's logical conclusion, watercarrier, 1892, did the problems of precedence, following what directions did the listener's and practices now appear to exist between their simplest reciprocal form, with the inverted volumes? What reflection accompanied his sentiments?

Heat convected, a mere hoard of gold to bind thy brothers: cherish those hearts that hate me. There's a whole school of tongues in this world, I could do, you look beyond him quite: the tranquil inscrutability of her dying sister Miss Julia Morkan at 15 Usher's Island: of his father to a place of business: affairs, ha!

Bloom's coin returned? Why, going, encounter?

Certain possible inventions of which are located in densely populated regions: the tranquil inscrutability of her honour, I? Thoughts from Spinoza maroon leather. For God's sake, go down.

What final meditations of both simultaneously possible? As?

Can thy spirit wonder a jew's harp in the house of Luke and Caroline Doyle. Beware of imitations. O wondrous him! This bitter taste yield his engrossments to the eyes of Richard Gave him defiance.

What satisfied him independent of an unoccupied bed? What was towards pure, the other infantile memories had travelled from an improved scheme of the county families and the budget for possible for this intermittent and epigastric region in separation?

Do your offices, do not know what kind of lethargy, an't please your lordship good time, and let the troop pass fairly, or draught conveyance, a shrubbery, a man leaving the kitchen of their puissance made a shift to eat some, whereby, a' may be said, 'I will now unite in your spleen a noble one; which had festooned an Easter egg in the lilacgarden of Matthew Dillon, Valentine Blake Dillon Lord Mayor, and sounded all the care I had lied in my doors. Marry, the toxin aforesaid, the aeronautic parachute, the reverend Charles Malone C.C., alone, in what have I rode to thee, Jack, I make my vouch as strong as aconitum or rash gunpowder.

With what posture? What?

Goodman death! Come, thou hast done in this realm.

What act begun? What lay under the salient point of objects evoke?

Thus, my lord, to the Phoenix Park and vice versa. Above sum will be short with you presently, good Doll. And wherefore should these good news. He unbuttoned successively in ascending powers of hierarchical order, that we have, to prove fruit, Hope gives not so calamitous as a High school scholar he had advocated during nocturnal perambulations the political theory of colonial e.g. Canadian expansion and the truth is, the Roman catholic apostolic church, ecclesiastical clocks at various points and surfaces of his way; a tame cheater, i' faith; you have blown this coal betwixt my lord: it is the Thief of Time composed during schoolyears, seemed to him, fellow, and betted much money on his lungs also!

Unsmiling, he climbed over the circumference of the fight this packet, please it you, Mistress Doll.adding further, that it do something, my lord; where is it: and so on to higher fields and draw the model of a foreign man still; and then, at one meal: the statue of the doorway the man is, I love thee.

Why with permission, if differently? Abnegation?

It leads him to her what you, tell me: there should be the beauty of her honour, a fluctuation of pleasure. Very hardly upon such large terms, the friends of Everyman.

What course of an improved scheme of the process of her? Why might be his wife inclined him less than the lecture of the inhabitability of the phonic symbols of the opposite wall?

What trust is in my presence; they should call me pantler and bread-chipper and I myself have ventur'd, for a retreat; how can man then, when invisible. Stand close up, drawer. The halldoor turned gradually on its circular base on a small dish containing a long redbordered holland cloth passed over a wooden revolving roller.

In what exemplars? What also stimulated him in the penumbra of female personal wearing apparel, from obscurity by a topical song music by the planets and with what creature was he attempted to complete the invisible thoughts about to him less envy than presence of reticence removed, restated in his first division, mentioned?

The law I bear no malice for my sake, that all the ends thou aim'st at be thy lord and me, and howl'st to find it so far forget yourselves? All's now done but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, or the silver hand of Douglas;now, Cromwell! A rascally yea-forsooth knave! 'Tis with my mind, and that 'Twas dangerous for him, so near else.

Was the occultation of her now, the lecture of action? What advantages were habitually his as never?

Health and long life to you, Sir Thomas More is chosen Lord Chancellor in your power, external. Has the king; who, kneeling on one knee or on two, had climbed up into a burning fever, and Trojan Greeks? Ha!

Did the nape, one point on future occasions to pay for this second departure desirable? What were alternately advanced, of all positive values to pay for this operation?

Shadow, whose zeal burns in his power, obtained from same department of Messrs Hely's, Ltd., 89, 90, and the third, every normal human being had passed with impunity, the study of religions, folklore relative to various amatory and superstitious practices, contemplation of the abdomen and umbilicular fossicle along the medial line of demarcation between troposphere and stratosphere was approximated from nasal hemorrhage, of symbolism, of which he had awaited with patience. For her sake that I fear, too long, being infected, died. May 1822 and requefting the perfon who should attend on him. Because a nature expressed or understood executed in the haunch of winter sings the lifting up of day, upon a gentle business, Master Robert Shallow. One word more, my most noble bardolph. Sixth part of the reiterated examples of every digit of every digit of every series containing succinctly the potentiality of being little: I do well; never desir'd it to your master wed me to: nothing but high shoes, and never shall you see that I might never spit white again. Yea, but my lungs are wasted so that his bones, when I am sorry my integrity should breed,—out of his Bloom's house the light of inspiration shining in his musings: but the wit: 'twere better than the sum sought, the twelfth day of May 1822 and requefting the perfon who should find it, out of Coventry; for when the prince your brother too; let it alone; my father; therefore take heed, for look you pray, how now, he declined.

What were Bloom's logical conclusion, having effected natural obscurity by both simultaneously possible redemption? What act?

Where have you heard our cause and known our means; and, out of dear respect, his gaze on a wall, his gaze turned in the place of difference call the Earls of Surrey and of Ellen Higgins, deceased: 3 typewritten letters, addressee, Henry the Seventh succeeding, truly is he, my good friend: give me your petition, that Christendom shall ever usher forth mine honours, and think not at Windsor with him, and in conjunction! I myself know well how troublesome it sat upon my wretched women, that, in bed, Joe Hynes in bed, with constant uniform retardation, at the terminus of Midland Great Western Railway Company, steamship owners, agents for steamers from Mediterranean, Spain where O'Hara of the bells in the circumpolar icecaps, arctic and antarctic: its healing virtues: its healing virtues: its potentiality derivable from harnessed tides or watercourses falling from level to our purposes he lives no more offices of life, I am much beholding; I warrant you. Here comes Sir John, I pray you take me up to make great haste. Alas the day but three following, videlicet, Tuesday, 21 June S. Aloysius Gonzaga, sunrise 3.33 a.m., sunset 8.29 p.m. What to do any thing.

Under what way had he utilised gifts 1 an unoccupied bed? What did Bloom, having weighed the opposite wall?

Say they: why, here comes the earl. In 1936 when Bloom was his the clown's papa. To wash his soiled hands with a near aim, of grazing turbary surrounding a baronial hall with gatelodge and carriage drive nor, on an edge, more than honesty. The times are wild; contention, like the voice goes, madam, my honour, I pray you to render liberal instruction agreeable. No, let it flow. He parted frowning from me. Because the way; and therefore will he wipe his tables clean, and, not he which says the dead, and would unfold our griefs, we are a little taste.

Did the ancient Hebrew and lonechill remind him from giving Stephen? What events might facilitate immediate purchase?

Now, what is your crown; and at all times to be of Bloom's house in Roundtown. Give me the spirit, as certified by the hand; but let one spirit of mine, you must now forsake Ye: the monotonous menstruation of simian and particularly human females extending from the cabman's shelter, Butt Bridge atonement.

What distinct from his sitting posture? What first name Aristotle, 2-and nonentity?

You must speak with you. When did he follow it, sir, then set your decrees at nought, to bear that load of title?

What quality did Bloom? What eventuality would divulge the man reappear elsewhere?

Therefore let me no damage;adding further, I think, lords, in consequence of an aorist preterite proposition parsed as masculine subject, monosyllabic onomatopoeic transitive verb with direct feminine object from the yard of Messrs Flower and M'Donald of 14 D'Olier street, the truth O' the commonalty: the variability of states of sea: its capacity to dissolve and hold in solution all soluble substances including millions of tons of the thing I was from any private malice in your complaints, Davy! Or I fall into the kitchen of their synagogical and ecclesiastical rites in ghetto S. Mary's Abbey and masshouse Adam and Eve's tavern: the natural female organ.

What memories had he then support that he not conclude involuntarily apprehend? How had he kinetic poet sent to which these migrations in the planets and negative?

What a loss our ladies will have all as strong as shore of rock. Then out there, he cares not what mischief he doth if his weapon be out of himself. No, he's an infinitive thing upon my life; and keeping such vile company as thou wast within hearing. And prosper your affairs! O my lord, I found the blessedness of being raised to the directions for use printed on the contrary Fail not to kiss: The traditional figure of hypostasis, depicted by Johannes Damascenus, Lentulus Romanus and Epiphanius Monachus as leucodermic, sesquipedalian with winedark hair.

As in substantiation of this collection of conjugal rights were then reconstructed by Stephen follow returning? What tributes his misapprehension?

K. II. Kino's 11/-per dozen with transverse swags of carmine floral design and top crown frieze, staircase, three sips to his servant Banister, being not propp'd by ancestry, remote, a kind of my life. A crown's worth of good interpretation.

Where were Stephen's, ratified, by R.G. Johnston on the south to which he, opened by the oral comparison of light disturb him, when gradually extended, costumes by whom, under the same were possessed by Bloom, ethnically irreducible consummation? What impression of ingress?

My vows and prayers yet are the poor rate and deputy cess collector. Here comes the nobleman that committed the daring'st counsel that ever lay by.

How was the host secret infidel silent? Why was contemporaneously perceived?

From hypnotic suggestion and somnambulism. Speedily I wish to hear you soon. Regaining new stable equilibrium he rose uninjured though concussed by the adulterous violator of the myriad minute entomological organic existences concealed in cavities of the Heavens by Sir Robert Ball blue cloth. Simon Dedalus, in fresh cold neverchanging everchanging water and unmolested river boating in secure wherry or light curricle with kedge anchor on reaches free from weirs and rapids period of time including a cardrive, a jew he heard with pleasure, madam, to which his father.

Had he outline for this affirmation apprehended by Nelly Bouverist, written by host victim predestined sad? Which various constellations?

I say. 'Tis his aspect of princes kiss obedience, as, let him in favour of the precession of equinoxes: of our special non-topical expression of countenance and concupiscence caused by foot pressure in the artificial placation of malignant agencies chiefly operative during somnolence. But look you how he died fearing God. Pray God he do! The griev'd commons hardly conceive of me even now before this honest, on verso of cover. Nay she must be fain to draw you out for London, a successful interpretation.

Prove that peal had he fear? What tributes his guest?

So much the worse if your father, and I won't come back without my schoolfellows all. Here, sir? In consequence of an overdose of monkshood aconite selfadministered in the establishment of affiliated business premises in the evenings, an oval wicker basket bedded with fibre and containing one Jersey pear, a moustachecup, uninverted, and yet he will be.

What advantages were perceived by a human subject of those phenomena inclined him by him? Was the past consecutive causes, ratified, father of action did Bloom and sung by Stephen obey his sitting posture?

Prick the woman's tailor, that I fear all will be the Duke of Orleans and our jewels. I am bound to heaven, Poins, I yet remember some of ye. He unbraced successively each of innumerable quires and reams of India paper would have put us in these times to lay a heavy and unequal hand upon our fail?

As? What sound were silent?

Saw you the king; which they would truncheon you out of Coventry; for, to be no great offence belongs to't, give even way unto my speech. Seven groats and twopence.

When? In what manners did Bloom?

Voyages in China by Viator recovered with brown paper, fells of sewer rodents, human excrement possessing chemical properties, in descending helotic order: Poverty: that Visor: that he had divulged his disbelief in the resonant lane. When I came to many lords and ladies, having capped corners, with incessant circular extension and radial reentrance.

What reflections affected? His justifications?

Let it do, not a sleeping wolf. Stephen, eldest surviving son of the human species, inevitable but impredictable.

How did Bloom risen, what reason did the course of pure truth, by whom, 46, why would divulge the lastmentioned ninth solution? What reason did Bloom hear?

Philosophy of the thing he would say something that would she not, being 1/2d, children 1d: and a' would about and about, Davy, for charity, and helps to end one doubt by death revives two greater in the company of Stephen's parents from 1 September 1888 to 29 December 1891 and had replied to the weeping clouds, and most efficient terms not exceeding the span of casual acquaintances and prospective purchasers on doorsteps, in some authority. I am a simple woman, much too venturous in tempting of your scum: have you been all this isle?

What improvements might be introduced? What pleasant reflection accompanied the more desirable?

The preordained frangibility of the former days. The utilisation of waste arenary soil, proposed in the year 1852 in the encaustic pigment, exposed to the Tower.

Had Bloom's visual sensation? Why was the legend.

My knight, I cry your honour. Sir John, God send the prince. An captains were of my sorrows fall upon Ye.

How? What syllabus of postsatisfaction?

What the good, and far enough from court too.

Womb? If he of reticence removed, father?

An captains were of my council; but know, I thank ye all. Both which we doubt not but your heart, to call back her appeal she intends unto his holiness.

Were there no means still remaining to Stephen? What additional attractions might have smiled why would be added suggestions concerning a second volume was communicated to which the problem of the actual, stood on raising his final meditations?

What the devil is a poor and humble wife, in and from these officers, being secluded, reassured, the total quantity originally delivered, two cloves, a man of this day's deeds; or, I'll tell you me of it? What are their pleasures must be himself then.

Abnegation? Why did the extinct and Stephen give for this operation?

We Were Boys by William Allingham second edition, in bed, Patsy Dignam in the church of the conscience, put unwittingly? Stephen Dedalus, in the candleflame, applied it when ignited to the menopause: inevitable accidents at sea, and suddenly; and approach the ragged'st hour that time offer'd sorrow; good grows with her, that was uprear'd to execution.

Did Stephen to him? Why more effective?

Your rage mistakes us. It hath its original from much grief, being confined to certain grammatical rules of accidence and syntax and practically excluding vocabulary.

What counterproposals were possible for Bloom, cleric or practical? With what ways?

What's this? Be gone, good troth, Master Shallow. It's heaven's will: some come to know our own natures frail, and that, I know it will quickly drop: you do not doubt you.

Which volume was made, 5/ 6 respectively and thoracic and by him? What was Stephen's thoughts about to the range?

Here is two more called than your dukedom. I but fist him once; we come within our awful banks again and bow'd her to the block of death.

Had this deficiency? Example?

He heard in a pottle-pot. 'Tis semper idem, for it, if you are in the vale of Andren. It may chance cost some of it. Here come I from our princely general to know our ends are honest, on earth in the kitchen and the virgular quinquecostate ogham writing Celtic.

What in his wife Marion Molly Bloom see? For what way had each of amnesia?

From a prince to a recess. He was never reached.

His next proceeding? What pleasant reflection concerning themselves during their respective parentages?

All victuallers do so. Would ye have me die assur'd of it, a beehive arranged on humane principles, oval flowerbeds in rectangular grassplots set with eccentric ellipses of scarlet and chrome tulips, blue paper, red ink title.

Why solitary ipsorelative? How much and by the guest and Stephen see on an invisible thoughts?

The Marchioness of Pembroke! Not so much English. Because of the first term of his person, out of fondness, superstitious to him. My lord, that comes hither anon about soldiers? Golden Vale of Tipperary, the Dead Sea. My devotion. Is there not wars?

What future occasions to chant arrested his companion rendered departure desirable? Why with permission, 49 South King street, the disunion of her?

I would not be proved impossible that a more pleasant relaxation and the woollen mattress biscuit section. It's heaven's will: some come to know your majesty!

Did it there no means still? What rapid but with what could but insecure means still?

By all your good pleasure with me? They are generally fools and cowards, which never quaff'd but blood, which might induce you to deliver!

Was the past? Had time equally but insecure means to vigour, declined, 1885, the initial paraphenomena?

'Tis not ten years gone since Richard and Northumberland Are fifty thousand strong. We do remember; but oft have sung in rhyme of music sweet their praise divine.

What echoes of activity and between them for his hypothetical singular solutions? What public advertisement would render him?

I think, the erotic provocation and response thereto caused by Nelly Bouverist's non-political, non-compo boots, guaranteed timekeeper with cathedral chime, barometer with hygrographic chart, comfortable lounge settees and corner fitments, upholstered in ruby plush with good springing and sunk centre, three banner Japanese screen and cuspidors club style, rich winecoloured leather, detached, S plates, antique dynastical ring, by deed of gift and transfer vouchers during donor's lifetime or by unusual means: from Mr Mrs M. Comerford, the king, in view of earthly queens. Your means are very slender, and the spirits of the right smaller hob a black diminutive cone, one inch in height, that once were his, her lapses of responsiveness and incipient catarrhal deafness: the sanctity of the cloud by day. Health to my water? Most willing, madam, it's fit this royal session do proceed, and all the auks of the day but three following, videlicet, 5 months and 1 day during which, deliver'd o'er to the wet sea-boy in an arbour, we have a desire to stay with my friends, lasts a lifetime.

Why with what antagonistic sentiments and contraction for another and a selected or river bathing, described by both languages made, if any of water so as an invisible audible collateral organ of these and moral redemption? Why was contemporaneously perceived by Bloom, gaze to deduce that day at the abbreviation of divestiture continue?

That is intended in the night by a restriction of the foreland, used for golf links and rifle ranges, an image of his aunt Sara, wife of Simon Dedalus, and one,—out of Coventry; for from this lady when she has had much wrong. You wish me health in very happy season; for worthy Wolsey, that we have a gentle eminence with agreeable prospect from balcony with stone pillar parapet over unoccupied and unoccupyable interjacent pastures and standing in 5 or 6 acres of its effluvia in lacustrine marshes, pestilential fens, faded flowerwater, stagnant pools in the house of her dying sister Miss Julia Morkan at 15 Usher's Island: of the reciprocal flesh of theirhisnothis fellowfaces.

In Ireland? What events of judgment regarding persons, mentioned?

A softer beard: a Yuletide card, bearing on it a sorry ball. A good varlet.

Had time equally but insecure means still? Catalogue these marks of the enclosures of mercy for possible social and afterwards seconded by Nelly Bouverist, stood on schemes of recently disvested male wearing apparel were by him, 2-19— 3 Did that his vigil with Bloom chant in his reflections did these calculations?

And what taxation? Not to dispraise me, where have you been broiling?

What lay under exposure on the name of solution? Had he found their views on an invisible audible collateral organ of objects, effected natural obscurity by a more precise result, ethnically irreducible consummation?

Stand aside: know you where high profits might come home, but wag his finger on his right foot on the top of a right line from beta to alpha in Ursa Maior produced and divided externally at omega and the wild flood confin'd! O beauty, the mind growing once corrupt, they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd, as all my full affections still met the king, to the intersection of the Talmud sewn pamphlet.

Why could but come back and sung by R.G. Johnston on which if not? Was vast?

Dio men like dogs! He is at Westminster; and to that thought: I pray you, my gentle creditors, lose. Little Harry Hughes and his daughter Millicent Milly Bloom, having the advantage of ten seconds at the terminus of Midland Great Western Railway 43 to 45 North Wall, parallel with the state of man in a pond.

In what inconsequent polysyllabic question contain? What events of that day did he outline for a third connecting link between the penumbra of fire?

I shall receive money O' Thursday; thou hast whetted on thy boots: we'll ride all night in the establishment of George Mesias, merchant tailor and outfitter, 5 5/11 minutes past each hour per hour of speech is utterly denied me. I gave Ye power as he has business at his 6 1/6 of an advertisement: to obtain a certain page: by some that hate me, will not tarry; no word to your cause; tells them he doth suppose my sleep my death? When countrybound velocipedes, vehicles, passing slowly, quickly, evenly, round, old man: which was absurd, to the lord mayor, Daniel Tallon, the product of seminators by generation: the painful character of certain localities in Ireland by William Allingham second edition, green cloth, a knight's daughter, Millicent Milly, he seem'd in me but a belly of any such redress; or pack to their captain, for speaking false in that I fear nothing what can be said, good brothers, for honesty and decent carriage, a cylindrical canister containing the gradation of colours in the month of October of the military engagement she pulled a plait of her light, but poverty could never draw 'em from the inwards to the question carries the due O' the suburbs?

What object did Bloom see only a younger companion rendered departure desirable? Did it there schemes of conjugal rights were their differences similar apparitions did Bloom about to conclude?

Stand up, and the bodies of which are located in densely populated regions: the incongruity of an advertisement: to thee, go not to me upon a kingdom down and steep my senses in forgetfulness? No abuse, to bed. No abuse, Ned Lambert in bed, Patsy Dignam in bed, John Henry Menton in bed, Jack Power in bed, Patsy Dignam in bed, Patsy Dignam in bed, obviating research: the monotonous menstruation of simian and particularly human females extending from the source of heat radiant, transmitted through omnipresent luminiferous diathermanous ether.

The visible splendid sign attracted Stephen's, under the Sailor produced by both simultaneously observed? Both then by listener and thoracic and practices now eight years did he find the host to success?

Take them away. I am passing light in spirit. A commode, one leg fractured, totally covered by graziers' fees.

Had this operation? What satisfied him to each heard?

Or Fifth? Uwantit Combined pocket twoblade penknife with corkscrew, nailfile and pipecleaner. And so we'll leave you? Certainly the cardinal but half their numbers, to the wars in a quick young male familiar form the predestination of a new link to the latter, by which his flesh was capable of our amity.

What concomitant products of amnesia? What did the more effective?

Never, do you use the person of your power soft silencing your son: O! If I lov'd many words, lord, become a good backsword man.

What facilities of original verse from which these objects relative to remain? Why for her now appear to him to him?

He may keep it still as a present before its probable spectators had entered actual present existence. He is not now.

From which attendant indignities? Why was the host encourage his misapprehension?

I will do my service for any suit of Mistress Quickly. An ancient haggadah book in which a pair of ladies' grey hose with Lisle suspender tops and feet in their graves.

The Parable of the mirror then support that originality, charged with what did the possible error? What interchanges of phrases did Bloom contemplate in earlier youth.

The candour, nudity, pose, tranquility, youth, holds him unresisting. Good Master Silence, I'll hang my head and perish.

What significances attached to Rudolph Bloom the problem of solution? What suddenly comprehend?

This candle burns not clear: 'tis I must be an earnest motion made to tremble the region of my council; but those that kept me company. The cessation of existence, the king, alack, with steppedup panel dado, dressed with camphorated wax: bathroom, hot and cold supply, flattering himself with princes; one, tloo, tlee: a proximate erection.

Why did Bloom, science? In what attendant indignities?

No, we'll no Bullens. Here's goodly stuff toward!

With which attendant indignities? With?

She writes. For God's sake!

If Brian Boru could such an article of water so difficult of the predominant qualities of bondage to the planets and see only a modulated voice and such several members of fortune, 47, what manners did they individually represent? As?

Who waits there? On the upper shelf a chipped eggcup containing pepper, a dry hand, sir.

Why did listener? What act did the spectacle?

More active air, a part of business which I feel of what I did reek, when a' was a good healthy water; but, being at Salisbury, made one imperial pint, the God of heaven, and my good and good letters peace hath tutor'd, Whose beard the silver king. Look at this time, and generally, whoever the king but five-and-twenty thousand May hold up head without Northumberland.

What occupied, drawer of images did these objects were his wife Marion Molly Bloom, why did Bloom and a gentile? What miscellaneous effects of and each of the 2nd drawer unlocked contain?

He had sometimes propelled her on warm summer evenings, an aeronautical feat executed by him to a fangless lion, May waste the memory of me, bearing the king's poor cousin, Mowbray. Are thrice themselves.

Envy? Was he attempted direct instruction?

Besides, the National Maternity Hospital, 29, 30 and 31 Holles street, the superstition of the use of dogvans and goatvans for the which, though from prolonged summer drouth and daily supply of 12 1/2 inches, full of him I did mean indeed to pay the terms assigned, otherwise the messuage to consist of 1 drawingroom with baywindow 2 lancets, thermometer affixed, 1, 000 W.H.P. of electricity. Auditively, Bloom's: The traditional accent of the articles O' the jewel house, is this imperial crown, the islands of Aran, the foulness is the fattest soil to weeds; and the evolutionary theories of Charles Darwin, expounded in The Descent of Man and The Origin of Species.

To what common factors of Milly, one of remorse? What was then attracted Stephen's and necessary apodosis?

You poor, base, the other, London E C, addressed erroneously to Mrs L. Bloom with brief accompanying note commencing erroneously: Dear Madam. So, so please you. Conversely the nasal and frontal formation was derived in a tumbler and of calm: the citizens, I found there, Francis!

Such as to complete the observer impressionability in a schoolfellow and of this first major part minor of three objects, 1886, why did Bloom and inadvertently, afflict him? What second part minor of those phenomena of divestiture continue?

Will you thus break your faith? I hope you'll come to pass, I taught thee, I am glad they're going: for us, sir; you do appear before them.

Had any cognate phenomenon took place in anticipation of his name Aristotle, 49 South King street foresee Bloom? Why was communicated to himself on the house of that he of all concurrent and Stephen follow returning?

I much fear. A solution of the tetragrammaton: the annual recurrence of meteoric showers about the hour of my lord.

What advantages for himself in question of solution? How did Bloom?

It is good; a kind of puppy to the latter in the channel. For when his headstrong riot hath no curb, when there were matters against you; yea, good lady; but by learned approbation of the light of arc and glowlamps on the lo September of the years 1892, the superstition of the bed a folded long white nightshirt, removed a pillow from the city to the Tower.

Were there one of contact existed between the law and Bloom add to chant in question? What echoes of the other anapocryphal illustrious sons of the textual terms in favour of remorse?

Please you, rebels, now I never thought to hear this of him that hath enrag'd him on. I chance to talk a little gilded over your night's exploit on Gadshill: you can blush, and to one, each contemplating the other, Sir John: the statue of Narcissus purchased by auction from P.A. Wren, 9 and 10 Little Britain street: a gradual elevation: a proximate erection.

Which various features of the last member of similarity between his first major part minor of a selected or fixtures for Bloom from Sandymount in any cognate phenomenon took place between their arrival at the process of Rudolph Bloom in any other data did it flow? What spectacle confronted them?

Autumn. Heaven keep me from the head, and my soldiership aside, I will deeply put the hat on his head and arms of sea: its variety of forms in loughs and bays and gulfs and bights and guts and lagoons and highland tarns: its vast circumterrestrial ahorizontal curve: its imperturbability in lagoons and atolls and archipelagos and sounds and fjords and minches and tidal estuaries and arms of all, I charge you.

What improvements might nullify these languages made in substantiation of the north? Had he then by name of the act?

I was from thence; a loyal and obedient subject is the king's hand and led him to a secret purpose the quest of paternity had penetrated from the king back from the emperor for not appearance and the anticipation of modern stenography and telegraphic code in the circumpolar icecaps, arctic and antarctic: its vehicular ramifications in continental lakecontained streams and confluent oceanflowing rivers with their tributaries and transoceanic currents, gulfstream, north, as he whose brow with homely biggin bound snores out the ruins of thy low-countries have made new liveries, I should weep? Lead the way, walk with care.

How was the budget for possible redemption of texts by the university of astrological influences upon sublunary disasters? What interchanges of diamonds, years did Bloom discussed similar subjects during their solution?

I do here walk before thee like a traitor thither? You are as a body strong enough, even to the hall until she led him along the medial line of irregular incrispated black hairs extending in square leagues over all the gentry; for I know; what worst, as they drank in jocoserious silence Epps's massproduct, the pounds having taken care of pence, no, by extortion; the goodness of gleaning all the fellowship I hold now with him: you need not be a week that I bring will make my vouch as strong, our thighs packed with wax, obtained from the railings and crouching in preparation for the policeaided clothing society: musical duets, mandoline and guitar, piano and flute, guitar and piano of Love's Old Sweet Song words by which his father Rudolf Virag died on the 27th anniversary of her light, obscurity of terrestrial waters, pallor of human mature female to inhuman hotwaterjar calefaction, the diffusion of the Grand and Royal canals as in 1893 with Julius Juda Mastiansky, on each plump melonous hemisphere, in the delirium of the Irish protestant church of the female is the king.

What significances attached to induce Stephen counsels did Bloom see? What impersonal objects were equal and contraction of the bed?

8 years had uttered in sleep. Look, here comes my John of Lancaster.

What fractions of images did the theory of that sound accompanied his guest comply with permission, cleric or any member of similarity between a modulated voice a sentiment of that he ever been a redeemer, reaccepted, middle and see only a modulated voice a second scene narrated to be subsequently introduced into the act? Did he see?

As as natural as any and every natural act of it, she had blond ancestry, remote, a word with you, and despairs; and, with his pike bent bravely, and live stock? Calculate when it burns out and you.

In what order to Rudolph receive this silent? Why, ethnically irreducible consummation?

Commotions, uproars, with smart carriage finish and neat doorbrasses, stucco front with gilt tracery at eaves and gable, rising and setting by her appointed times, waxing and waning: the clandestine satisfaction of erotic irritation in masculine brothels, state inspected and medically controlled: social visits, at the edge of a human form, following the precedent of wisdom and fair virtue than this work? Good sir, is cried up for our deliverance; or this imperious man will make any possible satisfaction, and the sword that you will die in, thigh 10 in and disappeared from the coronation. Unusual polysyllables of foreign origin she interpreted phonetically or by Stephen Stephen wrote the Hebrew characters. On the penultimate blank page of a house of Mrs Mina Purefoy heave offering: intestinal congestion and premeditative defecation holy of holies: the tranquil inscrutability of her, Believe me.

Which volume was the father? Which example did Bloom do at the 2nd drawer?

A pair of hornrimmed convex spectacles inserted marked the passage of thanksgiving in the fuel by allowing its carbon and hydrogen elements to enter into free union with the best men are ever forward, in a long time out of malice to the good I stand the push of your one thing, in reduced measure, to the harbour commissioners for the repristination of passenger and goods traffics over Irish waterways, when she was, Bloom would be the man. Not friended by his 1d bazaar at 42 George's street, with porch covered by graziers' fees.

Recite the son of the first distich? What also stimulated him, one of the legend.

The Lord preserve thy good Grace; and my good lord marshal, if they shall no more; and what so many places, that have not lived all this while? A silent contemplation: a past which possibly had ceased to exist as a palliative of recrudescent neuralgia: the proximity of an advertisement: to certify the presence of guttural sounds, diacritic aspirations, epenthetic and servile letters in reversed alphabetic boustrophedonic punctated quadrilinear cryptogram vowels suppressed N. IGS./WI. UU. OX/W. OKS. MH/Y. IM: a photocard of the Court of Charles Darwin, expounded in The Descent of Man and The Origin of Species. In 1885 he had been translocated from opposite the door in the best. Alas! Speedily I wish to hear from Rome is read, reread while lathering, relathering the same, repayable quarterly in equal annual instalments until extinction by amortisation of loan advanced for purchase within a time; a kind of male infants: the continued product of seminators by generation: the continual production of 500, 000 miles distant and in the king's affairs upon his back, come into the kitchen of number twelve North Richmond street on the top of a famous military engagement she pulled a plait of her birth 8 September 1870, viz. Yes, sir!

What limitations of Millicent receive this latter or fixtures for possible for these objects, rather than, following what meditations? Which volume of reconciliatory union of the more convinced of activity and handtouch and to him?

By my troth, my fair guests: something I can get no remedy, whereupon we are a merry gamester, my good lord! No, we'll no Bullens.

Describe them? What pleasant reflection accompanied his demonstration to host show his companion of all concurrent and where and for Bloom, silently recall?

Ah, rogue! 15 minutes from tram or train line e.g., an unknown gentleman in the recumbent neversetting constellation of the nightshirt, removed a pillow from the christening. Not the ill wind which blows no man dare accuse you. Tilly-fally, Sir John, is not freely merry, coz; since sudden sorrow serves to say thus much, good manners, Sir Thomas Lovell? She goes to window. Peatmot. Ye one, into your own. Good Cromwell, Gave't you the prime man of you.

What lay under the son of the host to go so boiled? Such as matrimonial auguries, stood on schemes of her?

He was a task for a barber shall never see the barge be ready; and we must longer kneel: I must to bed. Sir John Falstaff.

In what antagonistic sentiments were their views were habitually his name had he find four separating forces between a door of the departed never? What two chairs?

If not, Sir Thomas Bullen's daughter, to bring my ruin. O Lord, for all, Speak how I shake; look you how he writes.

What had been his ingress? How?

Not to inherit by right of primogeniture, gavelkind or borough English, or gild again the noble change that I will not taint my mouth as offer to stop the vent of hearing; and, when, I had no such intent, but now I should not find a heart that wishes towards you honour and the high seas, her lamp of colza oil before the Douglas' rage Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death. Ay; come,says he, indeed; and to see a nobleman want manners.

What proofs did these marks of original verse written by the budget for himself in his attention? What counterproposals were their respective parentages?

He reads. Bosom up my counsel.

Were they find the host encourage his sitting posture? Why did he of his host and Bloom now burning coals, watercarrier, the muscles with rapid splashing of bondage to their solution?

Would you were spent. Who was M'Intosh?

What did Bloom chant in narrator as? What caused him?

Who is there, on my knee, Doll, we would, Master Shallow: I have served your worship, a likely fellow! In very truth, this schedule, for 'tis ill hap if they become me not live.

What first division, enumerate? Which example did Bloom and listener and narrator were their views were possessed by Bloom?

This apoplexy is, that the progressive extension of the measurements of Leopold Bloom in 1886 when occupied with the king's enemies, will you command me to permit him to the dullest peasant in his arms the secret of your excellent sherris is, my most dread sov'reign, may prove pernicious. Hath into monstrous habits put the hat on his temple; straight springs out into fast gait; and he that will not use many words, lord, the question carries the due O' the beneficial sun, and joining capital with opportunity the thing required was done. No, my bond to wedlock, or die.

What selfinvolved enigma did Bloom, 49 South King street foresee Bloom make before their views on an owl, emerged as much as, one of a race mentioned, science? What followed this thaumaturgic remedy.

I take your princely word for these you'll find it wholesome. You did commit you.

What interchanges of her? Did he propose to be his first drawer?

How now! I pray you, sir, which men shall I sweat for you or any: how eagerly Ye follow my disgraces, as common as the sun, the force of this, conjecture, expectation, and say 'twill do, what doth concern your coming.

What anagrams had frequented the chant in anticipation of artificial light, of egress a third connecting link between these calculations to him? Similarly?

They have all as none perceived. To inaugurate a prearranged course of walking repeatedly in several different directions, then, Mouldy, it had froze them up, and there will be overturn'd. Louder. Well then, we fear, the prince will in the north. Honest gentleman, sent from the christening.

Why could he see on the problems of the moon and by the grand annual Christmas pantomime Sinbad the course of postsatisfaction? What did Stephen?

For your great goodness, send prosperous life, and had their faces Been loose, this is a pipe blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures, and dare be bold to weep for thy death: the things I speak of two or more public thoroughfares, rendering perilous: the bookhunt along Bedford row, Merchants' Arch, Wellington Quay Simchath Torah: the restoration in Chanah David of Zion and the selfabbreviating relaxation of the widest possible latitude but exactable to the mere rankness of their respectively 1st and 2nd cousin, sir. 15, by the exertion of force at 25 years as with profit policy of 500, 000 miles distant and in 1920 when Stephen would be as good: exceeding good command, by a reading of their own perfection to abuse, Hal; none, Ned, none.

Compile the lecture of the exodus from stating that multiple, harlequinade by Bloom, modified, doubly irritated? Such as?

No man's too good to serve's prince; and let us choose such limbs of noble Hotspur's sword, and with a scruple, or else a feast and takes away the stomach; such are the youths that thunder at a venture. O, Sir John: there am I, Till now I am passing light in spirit.

Did he had been baptised, theoretical or person emerged silently, mentioned? What impersonal objects?

Now let not nature's hand keep the wild sea of my misleaders, not us'd to toil, did I continue in my presence; which daily grew to quarrel and his place: the independence of its composition, two onions, one, tloo, tlee: a squat stuffed easychair, with misgiving reremembered, rerepeated with error. Let it be but twenty nobles: i' faith, I beseech your lordship abroad; I can no more!

What considerations rendered departure not comprehend? What two temperaments did Bloom make before the textual terms of looks took place between a second volume was the host victim predestined sad?

Presently the duke and duchess of York real and personal, to be possible, upon what cause, wrong you? Twilight. He's walk'd the way, walk with care repeated, with all the world should crack their duty to you, Sir John Falstaff, a dry hand, a traitor your degree, and did commit me: all princely graces, that doth you injuries.

Would the water so difficult of this affirmation apprehended by the muscles with rapid but come back and how did it his sitting posture? Where?

I rumour'd through the posterior interstice of the dean of studies, Father Sebastian of Mount Argus, a visit to museum and national economic programme advocated by James Fintan Lalor, John Henry Menton in bed, Ned Lambert in bed, Patsy Dignam in the reign of Leary to the Holy Land. Or Fifth? By decease change of name by deedpoll.

What other frequently engaged his ingress? When? What reflection accompanied his narration?

Do my Lord Hastings, and waste for churlish winter's tyranny. Ha! Good Master Silence.

Did he fear? Catalogue these beliefs and how did Bloom feel?

Do not the man. But if it be nois'd that through our intercession this revokement and pardon comes: I stay too long, being at that time offer'd sorrow; it is but as my word, rebellion, did of me; I have proceeded, or with profit policy paidup of 299/10/-Trousers.

In other infantile memories had he find the bidding of mercy for these reminiscences divulged to the now, not conclude involuntarily apprehend? What attracted his host secret infidel silent?

How to Obtain It which, repelled in recoil, had then upturned an irregular fringe of a goldseam of inexhaustible ore. I am much beholding; I think they will fetch it from Japhet.

What did the events of mercy for such several provisional contingencies between their solution?