#and it’s charming as hell! the music is RIDICULOUSLY good as well

[butch-muppet]

im playing the minish cap for the first time and the fire cave dungeon was Not made with ppl like me in mind lmao i have absolutely zero patience for the part where you have to flip the moving stones with the cane of pacci so i keep falling into the lava

[carajilloplz]

bad habit ✮⋆˙ joost klein

SMUT 18+ MDNI

warnings: smoking, alcohol consumption, w33d (just a little), lots of teasing omg it's ridiculous, making out, oral!fem receiving because joost is a MUNCH, unprotected p in v, choking kind of?, orgasm denial and overstimulation

i am so sorry

Du weißt, dass das eine schlechte Angewohnheit ist, oder? - You know that's a bad habit right?

Hast du Feuer - Got a lighter?

Inside the venue, the music was ridiculously loud. Your friend had dragged you to a show (Ski Aggu? You had no idea, you were just there to support) and it was a good show and pretty solid music, but not exactly what you would listen to on a daily basis. In the end you ended up enjoying it, loving the antics onstage. Your favorite was that one song, probably his most recognizable because you’d heard it out before, where a tall blond guy wearing a full-on dress shirt with a tie and some funky-looking glasses. 

The show was good, and since your friend had run into some acquaintances, you accepted your fate for the night and gestured to her that you were going out for a smoke. You’d had a few drinks already and just wanted to take a break from that and the overly loud music inside. Stepping outside, you took in the Berlin night cold and cursed yourself for only wearing a thin slip dress, at least covered by the oversized leather jacket with a million pockets. Curiously, somebody stepped out of the bar as well and you recognized him as the blond who was onstage earlier for that one song. 

“Du weißt, dass das eine schlechte Angewohnheit ist, oder?” He spoke, teasingly referring to the box of cigarettes in your hand as you rummaged through your pockets for a lighter.

“Hast du Feuer?”

“Yeah, I’ve got one.” he says, reaching in his pocket.

You scoffed, shaking your head at yourself. “Is my german actually that bad?”

The man laughs, exposing a set of very charming dimples and a crinkle in his eye hidden by his wide-rim tinted glasses. “No it’s not, you’re just drunk and very clearly not from here.” He reaches out his hand with the lighter in it, and as you go to grab it he snatches it back, smirking and giving you a challenging look. “And what do I get in return?”

You roll your eyes, reaching into your pocket. “Here, you can bum one off me.” The blond nods appreciatively as he grabs a cigarette from you and proceeds to light his own first. He then reaches out with the lighter to yours, holding it up to light your cigarette and you can feel his gaze on you. There was a significant height difference, so you had to crane your neck up quite a bit to speak to him. 

“Thank you…?” you say, prompting him to share his name, playing dumb because you already knew it. 

“Joost” he replies, exhaling smoke and looking down at you, very obviously devouring you with his eyes. Oh so that’s what he’s playing at. “And you are…?”

Immediately your demeanor changed because, hell, he’s quite hot and seemed pretty fun from what you’d seen of him on stage. Might as well. You told him your name and teasingly started inquiring about his stage presence. 

“So you’re friends with Aggu or something right?”

“Yeah,” he says, taking a drag and leaning his shoulder against the wall, towering over you. “We’ve been pretty tight since we were openers together once.” You nod understandingly, raising your eyebrows in the most subtly patronizing way to keep teasing him. He catches on. “Why, you listen to him?”

“No, not at all actually. My friends dragged me to this show.” you say, matter-of-factly “Lowkey I thought it would be kind of bad but I am pleasantly surprised.”

“Good,” He’s kind of shocked by your bluntness, but clearly intrigued. “What was your favorite song?”

“The one you sang with him.” You reply, finishing off your cigarette and dropping it to the ground and putting it off with your boot. “I’m going back in, you coming?”

Hurriedly, Joost takes a few last drags and follows you inside, lightly putting his hand on the small of your back as you led the way back to your friends.

“There you are, babe!” your friend replies, dropping the conversation she was having with an acquaintance. She leans closer to you, speaking into your ear over the loud music. “I see why you were gone and I’m not gonna get mad because he’s cute.”

You brushed her off with a wink and a laugh and casually turned back to Joost, “This is Joost, Joost this is my friend Lina that dragged me here.”

She waves, “Big fan.” and turns back to her other conversation. Silently you thanked her to yourself for getting the hint. You turn back to Joost, looking up at him and pointing accusingly.

“You owe me a drink for giving you one of my cigs.” you say, teasingly looking up at him with a smirk. You had to play his game, and at this point you felt like he was catching on too.

“Oh do I?” Joost replies, looking down at you challengingly through half lidded eyes and lightly licking his bottom lip. “You’d still have to owe me one back.”

“I can give you a kiss and we’ll be even.”

He nods, biting his cheek and turning to the bartender and signalling for two more of what he was drinking. Your drinks get served and you stand on your tippy toes, hand on his chest to lean into his ear to say ‘thank you’, and as you pull back he leans in but you quickly dodge him with a playful smirk. He’s very clearly into it and going in for the long run, so he followed you when you grabbed his hand and gestured towards the dancefloor. Even if Aggu’s show was over, the venue was still thumping with music.

Swaying your body rhythmically with the beat, Joost’s hands found themselves comfortably settled on your waist, slowly reaching towards your ass and pulling you closer like that. You kept going though, turning around and staying close to his body, making a point of teasingly moving your hips against him, feeling the light graze of his crotch against you.

This set him off the edge and he kept one of his hands firmly on your hip and reached the other to splay his arm across your shoulders in a light headlock to pull you closer. “And when can we get even?” He says into your ear, his voice an almost growl dripping with desire.

You turn around and look him wantonly in the eyes before reaching to give him a kiss. Joost kisses back firmly, leaning down a little to match you and reaching up his hand to cup your jaw. Immediately in that drunken kiss, you tangle your hand into his hair, complimenting the clashing of teeth and the slow roll of Joost’s tongue in your mouth. You continue to kiss, sloppily grabbing at each other, his hand snaking to grab at your neck and you reaching up to snake your arms around his shoulders as he pulled you closer. He suddenly stopped. 

“Liefde, I have to take you home.” Joost pants, cheeks red and flustered from your passionate kiss. “You’re driving me insane.”

You give him a teasing look. “Look at you, all direct. Don’t seem like the type.”

He scoffs, leaning down towards your ear— “If I weren’t direct I wouldn’t be able to tell you that the though of you makes me hard and I want my head between your legs as soon as possible.”

This comment shuts you up completely, shooting a bolt of electricity down your spine and the mere idea of Joost between your legs makes you squirm pleasurably. You nod, looking up to him still slightly in shock.

“Let’s go to mine, I’m two blocks away and I’ve got weed.”

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The walk back home for the two of you was excruciatingly long because you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. You walked with your hand slipped in the back pocket of Joost’s jeans, and he kept looking down at you as you took another drag from your cigarette. He couldn’t help himself, really, and he pressed you against the nearest wall and gave you a long, deep kiss. You both grabbed at each other as you passionately made out against the wall of some random building on the way to your house. Romantic, huh?

Somehow, you made to your apartment and you discarded your leather jacket at the entrance. This left you in a very thin, almost transparent silk slip that gave Joost a perfect view of the outline of your body behind you, the dress almost translucent because of the light. 

You plopped onto your couch, reaching for the bong on your coffee table as Joost sat next to you. Taking one or two hits, you passed it onto him as you analyzed his face in a different light than where you were before. His eyes were a dashing color blue and his blonde hair was the just right amount of tousled, falling onto his defined face perfectly.

He didn’t finish putting the bong down on your coffee table before you straddled him, looking onto his eyes, almost level to you because of his height, and gave him a profound kiss. His large hands settled on your ass, encouraging you to move your hips backwards and forwards, prompting him to grind back up into you. You continued like this for a while, tongues clashing and hands grabbing at each other, clouded by the substances running through your systems. You worked on loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt as you continued your kiss, pushing it down and off his body. Joost thought you looked positively angelic as you pulled away, connected still to him with a string of saliva and focusing on rubbing your tangibly wet pussy on his hard crotch. 

Suddenly Joost grabs you from above him and turns you around to lay you on the couch, immediately putting his weight on you and passionately continued your kiss. You felt his bulge on you, hard from all the anticipation and teasing you even more as he continued to slip his tongue in your mouth. He snakes his hand down your side, rreaching down to your thigh and grabbing all over it, clearly enjoying the plush of your soft skin. Slowly, he begins reaching up towards your slip, moving it up slightly so you are more exposed.

“No underwear?” He asks through your kisses, snickering as you whine slightly because of the subjection he’s putting you in. Joost continues, smoothly and teasingly moving his hand on your waist, moving down to your leg, wrapped around him, and reaching up to your ass and giving it a slap. This sends a jolt through your body, extremely turned on but surprised at his harshness. You let out a moan and pulled him even closer. 

“You liked that?” You moan in approval as he begins moving his hand between your thighs and breaks the kiss to start kissing your neck. Joost was literally leaving you speechles with his touches, making you a writhing, whining mess under him. He brings you up towards him to slip the straps of your dress down your shoulders and begins kissing down your chest, making you whine as he starts going lower and lower. Bringing his hand towards your pussy, he slowly traces his fingers up your slick folds until he gets to your clit. He starts to draw small circles with his thumb on the bundle of nerves, sending shocks through your body and making your back arch, bringing you closer to him. 

As he continues to teasingly and painfully slowly move lower, you tangle your hands in his messy blonde hair. He finally reaches your throbbing pussy, but not even making a single movement that would indicate he would do anything yet with it, focusing on kissing your thighs.

“Fuck Joost, please do something” you moan, arching your back and expecting him to do something, but he just stops his kisses and puts more pressure on your clit. At this rate, you felt like you were coming closer and closer without him doing that much purely from the teasing.

“What was that, baby? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Please eat me out Joost, stop being such a fucking tease.” You reply through another moan, pulling at his hair to get closer.

“Ask nicely and I’ll do it.” He replies, menacingly pressing his thumb even more and looking up at you expectantly. “I want you to beg.”

That alone sent you into a moaning mess, immediately submitting to his touch. “Joost please please eat me out, I need you. Please do something, I can’t stand it.”

He instantly puts his lips to your pussy, lapping at your clit and putting one, two fingers in, hitting just the right spot, making you whimper out when combined with the feeling on your clit. Joost was clearly enjoying himself down there, running his tongue in all the right places and pumping his fingers in and out of you at a rough but pleasurable pace. You felt the familiar build of pressure in you, heightening your sensitivity to every touch and lick. 

“Fuck Joost keep going please” You moan, pulling at his hair and trying to keep your legs from shaking. “I’m gonna come.”

He immediately takes his mouth off of your pussy and climbs back up to your level, leaving you confused  and overstimulated from the lack of touch. He brings his hand up to your neck and grabs you by your jaw to look directly at him.

“You don’t cum until I say so.”

Joost quickly reaches down to unbuckle his belt as he continues kissing you. He was impossibly hard, and you helped him unbutton his jeans and reaching down to palm him through his underwear. He immediately let out a moan of relief at the loss of pressure when he pushed off his jeans, grinding into your hand as you both moaned at the buildup of anticipation. You were still put off from your orgasm and he was ready to shamelessly start fucking you, so you were both clearly on the same page when you reached down to pull down his underwear and release his hard cock. He was huge, you could feel it from making out earlier but seeing it at it’s full length you felt scared but also extremely turned on.

Through moans and clawing at each other, he grabbed his cock and quickly found his way towards your entrance, nudging the head of his cock and rubbing it against your hole.

“Tell me if you can’t take it,” he pants, and you were flattered by the concern but you knew better.

“Just put it in Joost, I need you inside of me.”

This set him off. He instantly started pushing himself inside you with a groan, bottoming out easily because of how wet you are. Joost looked at you to see if you were okay, and continued once you let out a moan and looked up at him. He moved at a painfully slow but strong pace in the beginning as you adjusted to his size, and once you started bringing him closer, he sped up his pace. 

Both of you a mess of moans and groans, you continued to angle yourself towards his pounding thrusts, making him groan more as you started clawing at his back. You felt a mix of pain and pleasure as you felt his length inside you, building up the pressure in your belly once more, this time more intensely. He was bottoming out completely with each thrust now, letting out garbled curses in Dutch and pounding into you as you moaned out. 

“Joost, please can I come.”

“Yes you can schatje, come for me.”

Instantly, you gushed all over his cock, arching your back and seeing stars. You stayed in that state for a minute, relieved from the overstimulation, but he didn’t stop his thrusts. 

“I want you to come again, baby. C’mon get on top” he says, bringing you up as he sat up on the couch. Although you were blissed out from your orgasm, you still couldn’t help but be entranced by his orders, so you gave him a kiss as you straddled him, sinking onto his cock with a whimper. He was the one that continued the pace, hands on your ass, moving your hips back and forth and getting himself off with you. 

You were a mess at this point-- your hair was all tangled and you were a flustered mess full of scratches and one or two hickeys, just like him. He placed a firm slap on your ass, which made your dripping cunt clench around him and made him let out a loud groan as he thrust up against you again. 

“Fuck schatje you feel so good on me.” he groans, continuing to bounce you up and down. Joost loved the way you looked on top of him, a flustered, moaning mess that did everything to reach that second orgasm that he felt was close for you. That pleasurable pressure was growing in you again, and your overstimulation was driving you crazy. You loved the feeling of Joost’s cock inside of you, and in this position it was just hitting the right spot every time.

Joost eventually got sloppier, and started moaning harder, groaning your name hotly in your ear, which combined with his hands on you drove you closer and closer towards your orgasm. 

“Can I come inside you?” he asks, “I’m close liefde, fuck.” You moan at the mere thought.

“Please come inside me Joost I’m so close.” You moan, intensifying your movements for a moment, Joost moving your hips harder, which set you off into a mess of gasps and whimpers, leaving you without air as you felt the flash of your second orgasm. 

Your orgasm set off Joost too, coming at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him, and with a deep groan of your name, spilled inside of you. The both of you stayed there for a moment, panting as he leant his head against the back of the couch looking up at you. You looked divine, a blushing, blissed out mess and he was sure he wanted to have that view again. You leant against him, slumping back and putting your head on your shoulder. 

Peppering kisses along your shoulder, he sighed. “Fuck smoking, I don’t know how I’m going to quit you now. ”

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a/n: thank you for coming to my tedtalk. i needed to get that out of my system. i'm like speechless at myself because of how horny this is.

[liveontelevision]

I beg of u pls more slowburn luci... I'm starved... No one writes him as well as you💔 I'll give you my kidneys 💔

THIS ONES FOR YOU BB

Did it Hurt? Lucifer x Reader

enjoy some quick fluff >:)

♡♡♡

Lucifer always had a habit of losing his temper. It wasn't often, usually when a specific document was giving him a hard time or when he would return from any meeting that took place at Heaven's Embassy. Or, with the relocation of his quarters, whenever a certain radio demon would push his buttons just a bit too much. You've seen it enough times to know when to leave him be and when to step in, but you hated to admit how familiar you became with him in this state.

It was a lot of work keeping up with the hotel after its renovation, and Lucifer did everything in his power to keep the hotel running behind the scenes, so Charlie could focus on her new residents. Being his assistant for so many years, even following him to work at the hotel, you were absolutely delighted to see him so passionate to work, obviously motivated by his rekindled relationship with his daughter. But with the whole redemption premise, it meant a lot more contact with Heaven, and that drained his battery more than anything you've seen.

You hated to compare, but it almost reminded you of his depressive episodes after Lillith disappeared. He walked the halls in a daze, putting on the brightest smile only around the other hotel staff, but you knew him too well to be fooled by his lovely grin.

Throw some drinks into the mix? You'd witness a truly gruesome sight.

It was almost evening when Lucifer realized he actually had caught up to his work and had the chance to enjoy his night. His first thought, no matter how much he'd deny it, was to find you. It was always easier to enjoy his rest and relaxation when you were around. Something about you just left that affect on him. It'd drive him crazy if he thought about it too long.

You found yourself in the newly renovated lobby, still decorated with a bar that exentuated both Lucifer's and Alastor's aesethetic. It was one of the few things they had compromised on.

Lucifer insisted you stop work for the night, but you only agreed after thoroughly skimming over his documents to see if there was anything that would keep him up too long. After finally being swayed, you give him a quick pat on his arm and wished him a good night, assuming he would take the oppurtunity to sleep through his newfound free time.

With a satisifed sigh, you slammed your empty cup on the bar's counter, shouting for another. There was a loud roar of cheers coming from everyone around you as Husk refilled your glass. You lost count after the first hour or so, your head beginning to spin before you could consider the consequences. Soft Jazz music was playing from a small radio, hidden from view, and the entire hotel staff was bustling and chatting as if it wasn't nearly midnight on an average night in Hell.

You had heard something particularly ridiculous from Angel that sent you into a laughing fit. Nearly falling from your barstool, you felt a sturdy hand brace the small of your back. Startled by the sensation, you whip your head around a little too quickly, leaving you dizzy and blinking before focusing in on Alastor keeping you upright.

"Careful, my dear! I enjoy the festivities as much as the next depraved sinner, but we can't have the king's secretary hurting themselves now, can we?" His words seemed rude, but he managed to say them with a charm that prevented you from truly questioning it. It didn't stop you from mumbling under your breath, "i'm not his secretary.. asshole deer demon - " You managed to say it quiet enough that he didn't react, but you did catch his ear twitching and turning torwards you for a second. You quickly resumed some random conversation with Charlie or Vaggie, you couldn't remember its contents if you were asked about it today, but it was better than dealing with the repercussions of insulting the radio demon.

It went back to being chummy and pleasant for a moment before you saw Charlie peering past your shoulder, an excited gasp escaping her lips.

"Dad! Come drink with us!" Charlie leaned back from her barstool, Vaggie bracing her drunken sweetheart from falling flat on her face. You quickly turn, dizzying yourself again, before seeing Lucifer making a hasty decent down the stairs. His hair was freshly quaffed, and he wore a clean white dress shirt, that smelled of a sweet cologne when he walked past you. He had that twinkle in his eyes that would appear whenever he was in Charlie's presence. You loved seeing his eyes that way. They'd shine no matter how heavy the bags under them were.

"Of course, kiddo! Your old man's got the night off if you'd believe it! Pour me a.. uh... something strong!" He puffed his chest out proudly, happy to spend some much needed time around demons in a casual setting. He propped himself against the counter between you and Charlie. When you finally caught up to his words, your eyes widened slightly, giving him a gentle tap on his shoulder. Lucifer turned to look at you, and you caught him speechless for a moment. Your cheeks were red and hot, your eyes dazed and a bit watery from laughing too hard, but still reading concerned for some reason. He's seen you in loungewear before, but you were barely put together in this state. Your hair was sprawled across your shoulders, a few strands blocking your eyes. You wore sweatpants that loosely hung from your waist, revealing your middrift that was visible from underneath your cropped t-shirt that bagged off your shoulders. After snapping back to reality, Lucifer let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding in.

"Yes, yes, dear, here I am. Hope you've been having fun - but not too much! Fun.. Aha... what-what is it, what do you need..?" He stumbled over his words, attempting to be charming but failing miserably. A staticky chuckle responded to his words before you could get out what you wanted to say. "Poetry, your highness. True poetry~" Lucifer hated to look away from you but did so anyway to send a red eyed glare to Alastor, who sat across the bar. He scoffed before scooping his freshly poured drink into his clawed hand and taking a quick swig, slamming it back down. He coughed for a moment, hitting his chest with a balled up fist before sending Husk a teary-eyed thumbs up. "Smooth.. Another..!" He squeaked out. You resorted to taking a soft grip on his forearm after he got too distracted to hear you out before.

"Sir, be careful! We both know you can't hold your liquor.. just - be careful." You spoke in a hushed tone, far closer to his ear than you intended to be, but personal space became foggy in your drunken state. He shivered, feeling your breath against the side of his face, then quickly turned his head up to hide the red creeping across his cheeks. Clearing his throat and picking up his refilled glass, he let out a pompous laugh.

"Thanks for worrying about me, but i'm fine! I'm the king of Hell! I can handle my.. whiskey?" He turned to Husk with a confused look on his face, only to get a confirmation on his drink. He sent a charasmatic smirk in your direction after getting a thumbs up from the bartender. You couldn't help but giggle, covering your mouth to not embarrass him or yourself. He always eased your nerves like this.

What a dork.

You smiled to yourself for a moment before feeling a hand brush the hair that laid across your eyeline out of the way and tucking it away behind your ear. You looked up, fluttering your eyelashes as your eyes focused in on the figure. You turned red seeing Alastor brushing his claws across your hair to keep it away from your face. Without proper judgement, you cringed at the suddenly intimate interaction and jolted away from his clawed hands.

"Now, now, I'm only trying to help! You look an absolute mess, darling." You shrunk at Alastor's words. He still spoke charmingly, but it was clear he had a few drinks as well. You let out a nervous chuckle, running your hands through your own hair and crossing your arms over your exposed middrift.

Lucifer's seen you stick up for yourself before. You were as passionate as he was in that sense. So seeing you almost curled up into a ball at Alastor's words, that were spoken closer to your face than he'd ever want to see, made him growl. "Keep your distant, buddy, maybe you should call it night. If you know what's good for you, that is." Lucifer's confidence only grew with the alcohol finally hitting him. He laid his arm across your shoulder, slightly leaning you away from the demon that towered over the two of you. Alastor found a weakspot and knew exactly what to do with it.

The chatting went on for another hour or two. After Lucifer was calmed down by Charlie and yourself, you all managed to have a decent time until demons started heading back to their rooms one by one. Lucifer was going on a rant about some bullshit documents that Heaven sent and how he'll have to set an appointment to go to the embassy soon, while you propped your head on your hand and only half listened. It wasn't because you were disinterested, you were just coming off your high. You still weren't sober enough to warn Lucifer that he probably had one drink too many, but that was a problem for later.

"Why not send your little servant to deal with Heaven, hmm? I've seem them dealing with plenty of your problems, i'm sure another burden won't hurt, wouldn't you agree?" A wave of radio static washed over your body as you felt large hands fully encase your shoulders. Alastor's claws were cold against your skin, your shoulders exposed by the drooping of the oversized shirt you wore. When he was drunk, his little quips seemed much more personal.

You let out a sarcastic laugh, carefully pulling your torso away from his grip." Ha ha ha. I'm fine, Alastor. I can handle myself, even against Heaven. If i have to, I could totally deal with an angel!" You bragged, maybe the confidence of alcohol made you respond, maybe something else.

"How about you? Think you can handle an angel, Al?" Lucifer added to your words, his arms across his chest. Alastor's eye twitched, his clawed fingers digging into his dress shirt where he was nearly killed this past extermination. The static in the air crackled louder for a moment, before Alastor spun you around to face him. His hands were planted firmly on either side of the chair, caging you in uncomfortably.

"Oh rest assured, sweetheart, I'm fully capable. If you ever need.. protection.. on one of your little errands, do let me know, hm? Maybe you'll need a gentleman to accompany - " He slowly moved in closer to you, until your could barely hold yourself up, your breath hitching as you lost the strength to handle his exessive teasing. Lucifer ripped on of Alastor's hands away, before pulling you from your seat and holding onto your arms to brace you from the quick movement.

"Back the fuck off, bitch." Lucifer's eyes were glowing a familiar red, his teeth snarling at Alastor, who was standing with a playful glint in his eyes.

"Oh dear, did I make a mistake? Is someone a bit protective? Best not lose this one, your higness!"

Damn, that's cruel, you thought, wincing at his words.

You hadn't even confessed any feelings, not that they were clear to you. You considered being in some sort of romantic relationship with Lucifer as your still not entirely sober mind wandered from the frightening moment.

Before you could realize, you were tossed to the side, stumbling onto the carpetted floor with a light thud. Your vision returned to see a fully demonized Lucifer, gripping Alastor's collar as he yelled out some profanities, puffs of flames leaving his mouth as he spoke. You were completely shocked to see how Alastor stood there with a grin on his face. Like he was enjoying it. You quickly stood to your feet, the adrenaline coursing through your veins being more than enojgh to sober you up.

"Sir! Stop!" You reached out and grabbed Lucifer's sleeve, only to be nudged off a bit forcefully. He definitely wasn't using his full strength to keep you away. This was one of the moments you would step out, Lucifer was always impossible to calm down in this state and the alcohol surely made it worse. He lifted his flame engulfed fist, ready to drive it directly into Alastor's shit eating grin.

"Lucifer!" You finally shouted. He paused, slowly releasing Alastor's shirt and stepping away. He scoffed and didn't even snap his fingers, yet a portal appeared behind him. You could see from the outside that it led to his office.

"You're not worth the trouble anyway, fucker." A final puff of fire left his lips as he stepped through his portal that instantly vanished. It left you alone with Alastor in the lobby, the collar of his shirt and a few of his hairs lightly cinched.

"What the fuck is your problem?? Stay away from me! And him? Leave him alone! Damnit, he doesn't deserve this..!" You huffed, making your way up the stairs. Alastor stood alone, his stature still unphased. His eyes shook and he finally let out a shakey breath once you were out of view.

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You recognized where to find him and quickly made your way up to his tower. Sure, it stung that he would just leave you after causing such a scene, but that still didn't stop you from worrying about him.

You opened the office door slowly, peaking in to see an empty office. You stepped in and scanned the area, no sign of the king of Hell. You noticed a soft flicker of light coming from the window and went towards that direction. The large windows of the office opened up, one in particular leading to a small balcony that displayed the Pride Ring as a bustling landscape of city lights.

You let out a soft breath, taking in the view before finally seeing Lucifer sitting on the railing, his hands holding him up. The flickering that led you towards him was the flame that sat at the crown of his head, his demon form still intact. You knew it took him awhile to calm down, but you rarely got the chance to see his powerful features this close. His tail was hung over the railing, swaying like how a cats' would. His wings were fully sprawled out, only moving with his breath and his horns, a vivid red at the tips, tore through his scalp, breaking up the purity of his white flesh. The flame that sat between them was much smaller than before and his eyes were still red, but you could see his yellow irises looking down at the city. His shirt had torn from the back, you assumed with how fast the situation at the bar escalated he didnt properly consider the physical damage he'd cause. In this vision of raw power, just the sight of the back of his neck and shoulder blades peaking from his torn shirt was what made your blush.

He turned his eyes towards you, then looked back to the city, adjusting his wings so you could have some space to stand near him. At least he was welcoming you in. You carefully stepped over the ledge, bracing yourself on the railing as you got a full view of the city. The wind left a much needed cool touch to your face, making you let out a soft sigh. You propped yourself up on your elbows, bending at the hips slightly.

"You know, considering how terrible the people are down there, the city really is beautiful. From a distance." You spoke softly, testing the waters; seeing if he simply needed a distraction from the outburst." Actually, it looks pretty similar to a city on Earth. Not as busy and a lot less bloodshed, but still similar. I've never been, but this is pretty close to the pictures i've seen." You described. Sometimes the mention of Earth was good for him to hear too, so you gave that a shot as well.

"They used to be white. Sometimes in the sunlight, you could even see some gold flecks in there." He finally spoke, his voice hoarse. He stretched out his wings slightly, motioning that those were what he was referring to. You twisted around to fully face his wing that had outstretched in your direction. "They were really beautiful."

"I'n sure they were, sir. Do you like flying? I saw you doing it when you were fighting Adam, you seemed really fast." You spoke softly, deciding not to argue the fact that they were still beautiful in this state. He didn't need to debate right now. "May I?" You let your hand hover just above his feathers, the wind occasionally blowing them into your touch. He nodded, even if he was exhuasted, he still seemed anxious at the idea. You carefully trailed your fingers in the direction of the feathers, now a blood red. They were still unbelievably soft and they essentailly leaned into your touch, as you traced the spine of each feather mindlessly.

Clearing his throat and letting himself calm down from the touch, he did his best to respond." I-I used to. In Eden, I would.. mm... I had to patrol and catalog Adam and - well... any progress or changes.." he stammered out his words, occasionally stopping to let out a quiet hum." I just don't see the point anymore. Plus, it's probably not the safest bet." He let his head fall back for a moment, his wings slowly but surely pulling you towards him.

"What about your tail? And.. your horns? Those only appeared after you.. erm... after you arrived in Hell, right?" You moved on to the lower wing that was closest to you. There were some loose feathers that were sticking in all sorts of direction, so you carefully wiggled those out and continued to comb through the large span of feathers, running your nails along the very top with slight pressure. "Hng.. right, yeah. Those are newer." Was the only response he managed to get out.

"The horns.. did it hurt?" You were almost scared to ask, the idea of horns sprouting through your head and breaking your skin on multiple occasions made you shiver.

You continued to groom his wings as he responded. "T-The first time, yeah. But now, not so much. Or maybe i'm just.. I'm just used to it.. Mmh!" He winced mid sentence, his wings curling in with a jolt. You felt his tail rope itself around your wrist and hold it in place. "Oookay! That was n-nice.. thank you, but- yeahh.. Ahha.. that's enough of that." He chuckled nervously, and you looked over at him after not doing so for awhile. His face was flushed red and his chest was heaving. You couldnt tell if he was hurting or.. "Oh! Sorry! I didn't mean to.. Sorry..." you weren't exactly sure what you were apolgizing for, but considering the possiblities made you turn red.

"Nono, it's fine. It was nice, I promise." He managed to compose himself, but left his tail around your arm loosly. "But, uh, yeah! Yup! Horns are new, Tails' new. The fire's definitely an interesting choice, can't get rid of that even if i tried. And trust me, I tried." He went on, leaning back on the railing and letting his wings tuck in, but still left them in view. You let your head fall to your shoulder, cocking your eyebrow. "Get rid of it? Why? Doesn't it go away on its own?"

"After awhile yeah. But here I am, in a situation where I definitely don't need to use any of this shit - I-I don't know what it's for other than intimidation, but I still can't get it to go away on command. After all this time.. The vodka probably doesn't help either." He huffed, clearly frustrated at his physical appearance. You had taken to fiddling with the tip of his tail as he spoke. You did it much more softly, and it didn't seem as sensitive, so he didn't comment on it. But he still had a red hue across his cheeks and his tail twitched every now and then at certain touches.

You let out a quiet giggle, "It was Whiskey, but yeah i'm sure that didn't help either." You clarified in a teasing sense, then fell comfortably into a silence for a moment. You could just barely hear cars honking, gunshots and music when neither of you spoke.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, it definitely does the job. You left Alastor shaking in his boots back there." You said with a smile, turning your head to meet his eyes. They were still mostly red, but you could see them softening just at the sight of you.

"Good! He deserves it. Sweetheart, if that prick ever does anything - "

"Don't worry, he won't. You know he only picks on me to get under your skin." You walked your fingers up his arm before seeing his fist clench at the sensation.

"I-I suppose.. I- Uhm... What are you doing..?" He started to sound nervous, but didnt pull away from you. You stopped what you were doing, realizing one hand was sitting on his thigh and the other was making its way up his arm. You yelped and pulled your hands back, placing them on your cheeks just to gauge the heat immiting from your skin.

"I-I don't know! Sorry! M-maybe i'm still drunk..! Yeah, that has to be it.." you stammered, a blushing mess. The sound of his soft chuckle was quick to ease your nerves." Maybe.. it's curiousity... Do you- not to sound weird, say no if i'm wrong - but.. you can- ahh.. touch my horns, too.. if you want - " He wasn't trying to be crude, you could tell he really just wanted to calm you down. Or maybe he just wanted to be touched. You nod your head slowly, keeping your eyes locked on his.

He shifts his positioning to face you, and leans his head down a bit. Taking each of your hands into his own, which were a bit shaky , he pulls them up to meet his intimidatingly tall horns. You basically shut your eyes in anticipation, only opening them back up when you get a good feel. They were smooth, like the surface of a violin, but they felt heavy. You wondered if they felt heavy to him. You carefully menuvered your hands around the fire that was nearly the size of a matches flame at this point, sliding up to the tips. They were ridiculously sharp. It made you more anxious than anything else, they couldve pricked your finger if you werent being careful enough.

"Remind me to remind you how sharp these are. You'll poke someones eye out if you're not careful. Unless that's what you're aiming for, then go for it." You tried speaking to him as you did this to break the intimate silence of the moment.

He let out a nervous laugh. From his view, he could see most of your stomach, more visible than before due to your reach. You actually felt a particularly heavy breath reach your middrift, making you tense up for a moment. Still, lucifer was careful to keep still after the comment on his sharp horns.

You made your way down to where they met his temples, hesitating for a moment before feeling the skin that was stretched over the bone-like features. It felt like scarred flesh. Your felt your heart drop in your chest at the sensation. When he said it hurt the first time.. the horns must've physically ripped through his skin. Without thinking, your hands trailed down to cup his cheeks, making him lift up his head with a questionable expression." So? Did you get your fill?" He asked, a stupid smirk dancing across his face. You scoffed, taking the moment to look into his red eyes. They almost hid the tiredness of his usual colors.

You noticed his eyelids begin to droop and before you knew it, your lips had brushed together in a tender kiss. You pulled him in closer, your hands still planted on his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up to sit on the railings beside him, never breaking contact during the process. He was careful with you, even as you parted your lips to invite a heavier kiss, he held his shut. You pulled away for a moment, moving your hand to his lower lip and just lightly brushing your thumb across it. His breath became heavy at the delicate touch, his grip around your waist falling onto your hips. You left your thumb on his lip and took the opportunity to slide your tongue slowly into his mouth. He yelped, his eyes suddenly shot open at the boldness of your actions. His suddenly limp hands, almost clawing at your hips. His forked tongue eventually made his way into your mouth, still with caution. You felt the fork in his tongue and smiled into his lips, enjoying this new discovery a little too much. He melted into your touch and followed your movements, barely having the strength to keep his head up on his own. You reveled in the moment, before feeling a sharp prick on the tip of your tongue. You pulled away, giving you both a much needed break to breathe.

You run your tongue across the top of your mouth, the smallest taste of blood hitting you."Oh! Fangs!" You quickly exclaimed, the realization hitting you before you could form a real sentence. He stared at you almost dumbfounded, not sure how to respond.

Once you had both composed yourself enough, you noticed that all of his demonics features had retreated, leaving just his wings sprawled out. He let out a satsified hum as you looked into regularly colored yellow and red eyes. You ran your hair through his hair, that had become messy from the horns, and pulled him into another kiss. Lingering for just a moment, you pulled back and smiled, letting your eyes dart across all he features." You're beautiful, Lucifer~" you hummed, your thumb caressing his cheek. You almost couldn't tell, but he did his best to keep any tears from welling in his eyes.

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I wanna work on my multi-part series after all my exams as a heads to you lovely lil people

[pure-jeff-ward]

Infinity Con BLISS ! Looking at you Jeff Ward!! :D

Hi dear Jeff Wardians! I also wanted to share my Infinity Con experience with everyone. This was my fifth Con in general (one of them being NYCC!), but this one was genuinely the most chill and best organized one I have been to! When I was in line for the picture with Jeff, I loved that he had Bon Jovi and glam rock music on in the background (although he said he was into Hip Hop also); and I knew he wasn't particularly tall but then again, I'm from the North and men here are around 6.33 or 190m, hehe. So, he looked so dashing in his red sweater and I LOVED his very dark brown, tousled hair, which make his green eyes stand out. I could hear him speaking with people and he was very professional, but also "loud" like the American that he is. Hehe. He said "thank you" to every single person. Such a cutie. When it was my turn, I asked him if he would mind me standing on his other side and he said: Oh yes, of course. Naww. And then the picture was taken, but the photographer checked her camera to see if it was usable and I thought, he would let go immediately after the click, but he kept his arm around me for those 5 seconds more until the photographer nodded her okay that the picture came out usable. And those 5 seconds. Oh boy. How very approachable and sweet of him. He felt soft and smelled absolutely heavenly. Haha. Sorry for the graphics here. Then, there was the autographs. And I must say, each person would have had the time to talk that they needed. Yes, it always feels rushed with the queue/line behind you and I always try to be polite and be quick, because everybody wants a turn. So the guy in front of me had Jeff sign like seven boxes of FunkoPops and Jeff was such a good sport about it and used every pen that the fan handed him etc. I also heard Jeff say to a fan, as I was standing in line, "how can I help, what can I do in whatever way you want" - or similar. Naaw. And when it was my turn, he greeted me and I asked him, if he could write a sentence on my picture and he said: Of course. And I told him what to write and I said: If you remember the lyrics? And he paused and then it hit him and he BEAMED at me and said: Ohhh yeaaah, she is great, isn't she?? (He meant Bat For Lashes, the singer. He was in one of her music videos and I made him write a line from the song on my picture). He told me that his friend directed the video. And after he said the second time: She is such a great artist. I replied: So are you. :) And he looked abashed and said thank you, then I left. <3 What a charming guy. So open and chatty and he asked everyone who came to the table: Hey, how are you? Naaww. And he looked so handsome! I could watch him a bit as he was signing and believe you me, he has a very sharp jawline. And here is something I would like to add. During the Panel someone asked Jeff, if he was feeling better. And told him that a rumor went around that he had been ill and looked it, too, but also looked "fine". I thought that was extremely unnecessary and rude and also a bit dumb to be honest. The way that Jeff replied indicated that he actually had been a bit under the weather, but not ever in a million years, would I speculate on someone's well being, assuming something according to their LOOKS and then saying it to his face! The hell?! I thought he looked absolutely, genuinely healthy and exactly like I imagined he would look like from on screen/pictures. And I felt for him when he tried to ridicule the "you look fine" comment, because that man has humour (!), but it was still unnecessary and I thought he was beautiful. And the Panel was like a 40 minute stand-up comedy show. I think I loved Jeff even more after that, because the energy he had with Taz was so intimate, it was like looking in on an evening they may have had at a bar, joking around. And Jeff had the entire room in stitches! I laughed so hard the entire time. He ripped one joke after the other, he was on fire. Love how quick witted and eloquent he is. Thank you for reading! <3 Oh, and do follow me on Insta, please: bendarkling_fiction

[2plottwist]

A Song of Journeys Ahead

Summary: Calathiel and her companions arrive in a charming village, where a traveling troupe performs a vibrant concert in the town square. While the group celebrates alongside the townsfolk with food, drink, and merriment, Calathiel immerses herself in the enchanting music, finding a long-sought comfort in the melodies she has dearly missed. As she loses herself in the harmony, Astarion observes her with growing affection.

Pairing: Astarion x Female!OC (Calathiel)

Characters: Calathiel, Astarion, Gale, Wyll, and a surprise Vox Machina (Critical Role) character

Warnings: none

Author: Kenna:)

Word Count: 1.8k

Sweat gleans off Calathiel’s forehead. Her muscles ache and scream at every step she takes up the mountain. The flora of the forest provides ample shade, but not enough to block the blazing heat of the Faerûn sun. 

Where is this godsdamn village Wyll was talking about?

Calathiel was close to just dropping her supplies and calling it a day, when a smell wafted across the path. She stopped and willed her heightened senses to find it again.

She could feel a presence shift at her shoulder. She turns to the side to see Gale’s smiling face, “Food,” he states. 

Callie smiles back, reading his mind. The party is tired, starving, weak, and needing a place to rest. One that isn’t in the middle of a clearing. That place has finally appeared. 

A  laugh escapes Callie’s lips, a new wave of strength coursing through her veins at the thought of food. Her feet take off up the hill, leaving the companions behind. The sweat pours from her skin, but never mind that, food and drink await. 

She can hear the pounding of feet behind her, knowing that the companions are well on the way of following her hasty retreat. As Calathiel rounds a large boulder, the sounds of reveling and music move over the sun strained land. She can make out small buildings, fountains, and shadows milling about. Brightly colored flags reflect the sunlight as she turns towards her pack. 

“Wyll,” she shouted, “Is this Ashwick?” 

She sees a large body push between Karlach and Lae’zel, his embellished coat covered in dust and sweat. Wyll’s smile rises to the sight, “Yes,” he sighs in relief. 

The humble village was constructed of sandstone walls and large pale shrubs lining the buildings. Dirt paths were used as roads and walkways. Wooden doors slam shut from every building. Straight ahead of the party, a large fountain of water rises from the middle of the town, shooting streams and droplets of water into a large well below it. 

As the party traveled the beaten main path into the village, Astarion picks up his pace to match Calathiel’s. “So, what in the hells could we possibly be doing in this dusty village?” His eyes roam across the people moving past him, staring at him. “These people are positively abhorrent.” 

Callie brings her eyes to him. His face covered in sweat and dirt, laced with disgust. “Wyll said that this village would be a good place to bed for the night on our way to the Shadowlands.” Her eyes moved to the village inhabitants. 

“Ugh, this is ridiculous,” he sighs, shaking his head. 

She stops and grabs his forearm to bring his steps to a halt. “Listen, all of us are hungry, tired, and weary,” Calathiel starts, dropping her hand to her side, “We need to regain our strength for the journey ahead. Not all of us can feed off the blood of others and keep kicking.” 

A grin spreads across Astarion’s face as the group continues past the two elves. “And even if they could, I don’t share.” 

Calathiel’s eyes roll, “Even so, we need to stop. This is a safe place, according to Wyll. Now suck it up, and move forward.” 

She leaves him standing in a state of surprise and disappointment. He really didn’t want to stick around this nasty shithole of a village, but he was weary and hungry. Maybe he could find some wine around here. Maybe he could convince Calathiel for a hearty meal before dawn. 

The town square was lined with brightly colored flags. Wooden stands selling roasted meats and vegetables, fruits and drinks. A heightened wooden platform sits at the edge of the clearing, holding five people swiping and pounding on different instruments. 

A smile grows across Calathiel’s face. She looks around to the rest of the group to see wandering eyes, drooling mouths, and pricking ears. “Well, I don’t know about you,” Calathiel’s cheeks begin to grow sore from her smile, “but I’m going to find something to eat.” 

The group breaks almost immediately, scattering like mice to food stands, taverns, and shops. The only person left standing in place, Astarion. His face still painted with ridicule and impatience for the desperation of his group. Calathiel shrugs her shoulders at the elf and turns to the nearest stand selling boxes of fruit that made her mouth water on the way in. 

Hours into the group’s escape from the desolate lands of Faerûn, Calathiel sits on a small wooden stool to the side of the large platform the traveling troupe of musicians still inhabit. Their songs move through her body in a way she never thought she could hear again. The swift, loud notes of sea shanties and the low, gloomy notes of sorrowful tunes portraying a lost love or battles lost. The mug of ale Callie had been nursing slowly became warm and flat with the length of time she spent listening so intently to the bards’ stories. 

As the sun sets, a cascade of pinks, blues, and purples dances across the sky, gradually giving way to the stars and their moment to shine. Lanterns light and torches become ablaze, announcing the continuation of the night's revelries and festivities. Calathiel’s heart silently thanks the Gods for a chance to keep listening to the beautiful music. 

“As the night moves through this small town, our group must take a brief break. Our parched throats crave the sweet embrace of ale, and our bellies stir at the tempting scent of the feast," the gnome upon the stage proclaims. 

Callie’s disappointment crawls across her face, but the thought of their return lessens the feeling. She looks down at her ale, deciding she needed a fresh pint anyways. Before she could rise, a voice called for her attention. 

“My lady!” The gnome calls, waving the hands that played the lyre just moments ago. She stops and smiles. “I couldn’t help but notice your very close observation of my troupe.” 

A laugh escapes Calathiel’s lips, “Yes. Your storytelling is one for the history books, good sir.” 

“Oh, I wouldn’t quite say that, but thank you, my lady.” The gnome’s smile grows ten yards wide, pride beaming off his face at the compliment. 

“Of course, and please call me Calathiel.” 

The gnome’s hand takes Callie’s and swiftly brings it to his lips, “A pleasure to meet you, lady Calathiel. I am Scanlan.” 

She nods, “You have the most wonderful way with song, Scanlan.” 

“Thank you, Calathiel.” An idea pops up behind his eyes, “You know, I don’t usually allow just anyone to play my lyre, however, your hands seem to crave the soft touch of the strings. Would you like to give it a try?” 

His hands extend the wooden instrument towards Calathiel. Her eyes widened at his question. She hadn’t played an instrument or sang a tune in the weeks since she’d been a part of this quest. Her mind races with the songs she could sing, the notes and finger movements required to grace the world with music. 

Her head nods against her best interest. She sets her ale in the dirt, taking the delicate lyre. Her head still races with the songs she could play. Her legs lower her body to the wooden stool again as her hands stroke the strings and scales of the lyre. 

Her thoughts land on a song, and her fingers begin to strum. A melancholic tale of heartbreak and longing. Her words fall from her lips, giving way to a beautiful melody that brought the gnome, Scanlan, to his knees. 

When her song ends and her eyes open, Scanlan and his troupe all gaze at the young druid. Her words fill their bodies and leave them wanting more of her song. 

“That was beautiful.” Scanlan states. 

Calathiel pulls the lyre from her body, handing it back to the bard, “Thank you. You are more than welcome to play it during your next shows.” 

“You would be so gracious?” 

“Of course!” She smiles. “It’s a story that must be told, and with the amount of talent you and your troupe have, I believe you would be the best voice for it.” 

“Thank you, lady Calathiel.” 

She nods as she watches the starstruck band wander away, discussing notes and further compositions of her song. A dark presence rises at her back. Moving her eyes over her shoulder, she sees the tall, pale body that belongs to one gorgeous vampire. 

“Seems like you have more than one talent when it comes to those fingers.” 

Astarion leans down to drink her eyes into his. His ears still humming with the soft notes of her song. His body wanting and wishing for a continuation of the performance. He thought stopping in this godsforsaken town was a mistake, a distraction from the real threat and journey they’re supposed to be facing. However, his thoughts continued to wander to Calathiel’s kindness to the townspeople, her excitement to revel in the festivities, and the beautiful words that graced his ears. His admiration of Calathiel continues to grow by the day. 

Calathiel’s eyes roll at Astarion’s statement. She’s never spoken about it, but music was her escape, the way she could easily fall into a trance, the way she could pass the time during their journey. It was a beautiful string of notes and expressions that could tell a story ten times better than simple words or phrases could. It was the Gods’ blessing to the physical realm.  

Astarion takes a seat next to Calathiel, “No, I mean it. You’re wonderful.” 

There was no hint of teasing or sarcasm dripping from his mouth. Astarion’s words seem… genuine. Calathiel is not used to these kinds of compliments from the snarky vampire. 

“Um, thank you, Astarion.” 

His smile radiates across the night, “Where did you learn to sing such somber songs, anyways?” 

There it is. Calathiel’s soft smile grows and she shakes her head at his question, “I-uh- can’t remember. I just learned them from watching the musicians pass through my colony.” 

His head nods, “Do you know only somber songs?” 

“I don’t. I know sea shanties from sailors, tales of battles won from warriors and adventure parties, and songs of love and lust from traveling bards,” Calathiel lists, remembering the words, melodies, and harmonies in her arsenal of music. 

“Now, I for sure look forward to the songs of love and lust.” Astarion’s seductive voice floats across the air. 

A small laugh erupts between the two adventurers. “I will sing of those when the time comes, Astarion.” 

Their eyes connect, small sparks dancing between the two. Astarion’s mind races with the thoughts of when that time would come. When would he hear her beautiful voice sing again? Would he live long enough to hear them? Would she stick around long enough to grace his ears? 

Those questions would be answered, but not tonight. For tonight, Astarion thanks the Gods for his freedom, the chance to listen to her, to see her. He thanks the Gods for the chance to let his heart sink deeper in love with the woman sitting in front of him.

[bengiyo]

My School President Ep 3 Stray Thoughts

This show is giving me everything I wanted folks to get out of Lovesick the series. Last week we switched to Tinn's perspective and learned that he's just a nerd suffering from benign neglect that fell in love with a pretty boy with a nice voice that was kind to him once. We also learned that Tinn has unsuccessfully attempted to confess his feelings repeatedly for years. I love Tinn.

Now, after spending a whole episode anonymously helping the music club procure replacement instruments, he's committed himself officially to seeing Gun succeed in this competition in the hopes that maybe they'll date.

Gemini and Mark are fun together. Tinn is such a simp and it's endearing.

"When did he get here?" - "A while ago."

I like the scale of the villain of the current principal. She wants to cancel troublesome clubs, and I think demanding that slacker students perform academically isn't necessarily an unreasonable request of students who want permission to represent the school in a public competition.

We should be seriously concerned that the school building has a termite intrusion.

Holy hell they're so dense.

These marble tables are giving me Make It Right flashbacks.

Tinn's fantasies being consistently ruined by reality is actually such an important subversive creative choice. As fun and adorable as this all is, I'm glad young viewers are being subtly reminded that your fantasies will not always align with reality. Tiw reminding Tinn to focus on helping his crush is *chef's kiss*.

I love Tiw with my entire being. We haven't had a wingman this committed in a long time. He might be a winner for the NAMGOONG BEST BOY AWARD for 2022. I'm glad the rest of the music club affirmed that Tinn is a good tutor, but Gun has specific challenges with math.

I also like the fantasy sequences not only because they reveal how ridiculous and adorable Tinn is, it allows Gemini and Fourth to have more fun interactions before they get together.

Okay, but I actually think it's awesome that Tinn's parents still are attracted to each other and can express that in front of Tinn. That Tinn only laughs about it means this is normal for him.

This apartment does seem very nice.

Not sure why they don't just share the bed.

And now we're ballroom dancing. Tinn's going to implode.

Did Tiw suggest he watch Bad Buddy to flirt, and then diss Ohm and Nanon to highlight Mark (his actor) while the Bad Buddy intro theme played? Yes he did, and I am losing it.

Scrubb is actually good, so I totally get the fantasy about "Close."

They always seem to have fun with these Canon ads.

Tinn's dad is the hero we needed when we needed him.

I'm all for baby gays being delusional about their crushes, but not when it comes to knife safety.

I do like the joke about how silly "baby is a messy eater" is as a trope.

They all passed! I wonder if we'll get a side couple out of Tiw?

Fourth is really charming. Gun's appeal is plain in this pool scene.

Hey, Tinn's first attempt at flirtation! He didn't cover it with a "just kidding" either.

One of the benefits of the last episode was showing that Gun isn't totally oblivious if someone is making active choices. So, when Gun suggests that Tinn join him on the bed, I can't help but wonder if that's a bit of curiosity from the poolside hint of a confession and the nervousness about dancing.

I love this dancing fantasy. Really a lovely sequence.

Well well well, looks like Gun is starting to fall, too.

Ahh, it's time for third party complications next week.

[4ragon]

any book recommendations?

Dooooooont fucking do this to me ahhhh okay. Okay. I have read 72 books so far this year and I have been having a blast so you may be unleashing a monster, let me just look through my Goodreads and see what I’ve read. I’ll put it under the cut so no one murders me.

Also. Mostly fantasy, fair warning. I like fantasy.

First!!! Since I finished it yesterday:

Voyage of the Damned by Frances White

Debut novel, it’s a magical murder mystery romance with fun characters and magic and a bisexual main character, I had a blast with it. Plenty of twists and turns, some I predicted and some that managed to blindside me.

Also it literally just came out this year so no one else is posting about it. My library only just got it this month. Someone needs to talk to me about how fucked up some of this is.

(Also, I’d rate it M if it were on ao3. Lots of sex jokes. Suicidal characters. Be aware of that.)

The Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson

Okay fair warning, every book in here is 1000 pages long. That is not hyperbole. Also some heavy themes, ie suicide, abuse, slavery, murder.

But this book is a MASTERCLASS in worldbuilding. Like. Holy shit this man puts so much detail in this series. I’ve only read through book 2 (well 2.5) and while it did take a bit to get through the initial hurdle of “I’m going to introduce a million fantasy concepts to you and you have to fucking roll with it” it’s well worth it. A lush world with some amazing characters. I’m enjoying the series.

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

It’s a bunch of heists in a magical gritty setting with a bunch of awful people and I loved it a ton. Though it did make me really anxious. So anxious. Heist movies make me anxious. I love these guys.

I do think it’s weird to have them be 17 but I choose to ignore that. It’s got a great cast, and it’s sooooo fun to watch a plot unfold. It’s really good at giving you just enough information to constantly be at the edge of your seat.

Here’s one a bit out of left field: The Color Purple by Alice Walker

A musical version came out and I wanted to read the book before even touching that. And guys. One of the best books I’ve ever read. But. Trigger warning times 1000 by page 1, REALLY heavy. It’s the kind of book that beats you down for a while before things get better.

But they do get better. They do.

Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao

Queer as hell, angry as hell, basically mechs fighting aliens in a setting based loosely on ancient China. I was not expecting the romance to go the way it did but it made me very happy, and I’m so excited for the next book.

The Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells

I’ve talked about this before. I love you Murderbot.

They’re all very short, action packed novellas. More serialized than I expected but that’s part of the charm! Plus Murderbot is such a great character. My favorite is the one actually novel length one but the whole thing is great.

Discworld by Terry Pratchett

This is a whole series you can read in any order. They’re genuinely laugh out loud funny and also heartfelt and beautiful . My favorites so far have been Guards! Guards!, Going Postal and Reaper Man

The Locked Tomb by Tamsyn Muir

I know we’ve all run the “Lesbian necromancers in space” thing into the ground, but also Gideon may be one of my favorite characters in anything ever. She’s so fucking fun. She’s funny and crass in a way I feel like female protagonists rarely get to be. I love her.

Also. I have no idea what the fuck is happening. I think that’s part of the charm. Lots of worldbuilding going on in the background that makes no sense until the end and then you’re like holy shit. I love it.

A Most Agreeable Murder by Julia Seales

So mix Pride and Prejudice with a murder mystery novel and the ridiculousness of a Discworld novel and you have this book. It’s so fun. One of the background characters is clearly a werewolf and it has nothing to do with the rest of the plot.

The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune

I’ve already gushed about this book but it’s so found family. The absolute coziest feel-good novel I’ve read. Plus it’s queer as hell! One of my absolute favorites.

Light From Uncommon Stars by Ryka Aoki

This book was just beautiful. Another one with some heavy themes, but I loved it. Aliens and demons, queer, trans mc, about music and hope and found family. Plus it got be back into reading so! It holds a special place in my heart.

Sorry. That was a lot. That’s not even all of them but these were some of my favorites.

[recurringwriter]

WIP ASK GAME

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

tagged by @sevarix-blogs

i did this kind of thing a While back and one fic Only has writing in it because someone asked and i had to come up with something on the spot for what it was about. idk who to tag. if you have not been tagged but have wips tag me so i can see what your titling style is. please.

i have So Many wips:

face the music when it's dire

But what about all those voices in the night?

but i'm a sucker for his charm

hate to let you down

won't get by you, i can still surprise you

believe me…there's no place like home

i'll even sing to you a cappella

why does mia call you babygirl

[Hypothetical wedding]

a normal life

Masterpiece and Cage

Divorce eh-u

Rockstar divorce eh-u

look at this photograph (every time i do, it makes me laugh)

navigating unsafe waters

nothing to salvage

[Rufus stuff]

monsters at sea

[Rodrigue in the brig]

[Aymr attack]

Felicity returns

Festive felix

ferdingrid centaur

Spiderlicity two

[Eh-u rodriguela xmas invite]

let's kick it like my bad, my bad bad habits

i'd suffer hell if you'd tell me what you'd do to me tonight

[me: i'm not romantic!]

Operation rodriguela

strange animal sequel

[rodriguela prompt: wearing the other's clothes]

and a killer queen

don't say I don't still make you blush

let annette have a decent father figure

little mermaid au

rip to byleth but i'm different

Help! My dad is trapped in a blade and I am stuck with him until I can figure out how to break the curse! Au

Percy torture plan

this never was the man i'd hoped to be by now

hmc au

somewhere i know this could be otherwise romantic

chivalry

[fjnvfjhbdjhfb]

[ejhrhjet]

Newly-minted duke

Ice dance au

Gloucester's 8

Colicitigue

The Shadow of Every Spark-8

the lion and the doe

anniversary date

Masterpiece and Cage

[Lucky Ones sequel]

laying where the demons lie-1

from up in lights to up in smoke, we just can't let this go

and this is why my eyes are closed (it's just as well for all i've seen)

FUFF

octorodfus marathon

monsterfucking license 2

miscellaneous prisoner!rufus

noise complaints

adopted marianne gone wrong

I've been running for forever from your ghost

paragon of chivalry

break into my heart

And I'm tired of ignoring All the space that's between you and I

have you written felix bloodied by battle?

[Rodina werewolf]

Daemon au

vs chaotic gore magala

Heavy is the Crown

a meeting in the cold but with vampires

ember but vampires

I'll write the song that wins her (and pretend that when i hear it, you're singing it to me)

KNIGHT ERRANT

[2 crest rodrigue]

Fallen rodrigue

Rosa Crepuscularis

hilda/lissa

Sumiashe

this place is a hole, but i don't want to go

all i know is love can make you stupid (and you are just a song on repeat)

i will love you like goodbye, i will love you like you died (a martyr for me)

ace week (cormag and marianne in the eh-u)

glennmyr racer au stuff

I Could Have Used A Hozier Lyric For This Title But Didn't Want To Get Sued. by Fall Out Boy

a good dog gets a forever home

[pocketbelt]

Final Fantasy VII Rebirth (PS5)

That's a spicy pickle

The general gameplay is vastly improved from Remake, which was already pretty good; it feels better, everyone moves more fluidly because the game is actually performant (steady 30 on Graphics Mode and a flawless 60 on Performance, which is the way to play), attacks are all generally better (Cloud now can shoot sword beams by attacking after dodging so you can reliably hit aerial foes, for example), and on and on. It's actually kind of insane going straight here from Remake (I never got around to Intermission) because you now have so many options it's unfathomable.

In addition to all of the mechanics from Remake and all the new moves, you now have Synergy Moves that confer special effects, co-op defensive manoeuvres to use when guarding, more unique materia attacks (Enemy Skill is here in a limited but highly optimised and supremely useful form), some of Remake's summons but also half a dozen new ones, tiered Limit Break moves reached by pulling off specific Synergy Moves, unlockable elemental magic attacks that cost no MP to give type coverage outside of spell materia...

They went fucking wild, to the point that outside of the remaining party members from VII to go, I've no idea what they could add in the next.

Cait Sith is the only party member who just feels bad to play as; trying to commit to his original gimmicky nature here is noble and they try, but he just kind of sucks to play as and feels like an active liability when set next to literally everyone else. One dud in such a spread of characters is a hell of a run.

Speaking of the party, Square have been on a roll with writing party interactions in Final Fantasies of late (XVI excepted), but VII Rebirth sets a new high bar. The ways the party interact, the tangible feeling that they are not just friends but actively influence each other and have actual relations, it's fucking immaculate; it's at times obsessive in the ways it does it, from Red XIII and Barrett saying things the same way because they get on so much to just how Tifa and Aerith have an actual full friendship on display now. Remake was already good for this but Rebirth amps everything up.

It is a deeply, unbelievably charming game; as with the silly elements of parts of Wall Market and Midgar that were retained and even amped up in Remake, Rebirth goes super hard into revelling and uplifting the sillier, funnier parts of the original VII as far as it can go. It leans into jokes, it tells many more of its own, it goes fucking hog wild with bits and parts like the big highlight events of the Gold Saucer feel absolutely decadent in what they do with it.

All I need to say about the soundtrack is that I need you to listen to the frog song. And the dog song. And the combat variant of the dog song. There's 400 tracks and while they might overuse the original FFVII overworld music as a leitmotif in overworld tracks, holy god this OST fucks.

To put it shortly, and to get in this dig at least one last time (there will be more in future), VII Rebirth does everything right that XVI did wrong, in every area. To the point that it's an indictment of Square, almost; there's not even a full year between these two! What are you doing, lads?

It's not without issues, some of them hefty enough; the decision to turn the original VII overworld into an open world ultimately hurts the game, I think. They did insanely good work at designing an actual world that actual people live in and clearly use and used, it's nuts in that respect, but also not all of that space is used well and some of the areas feel simply too big. This is further compounded by the zones becoming increasingly massive pains in the ass to actually just move around in, never mind go around doing all the open world optional shit in.

This hits a terrible fever pitch in the godawful 1-2 punch of Gongaga and Cosmo Canyon, the former a ridiculously over-layered zone that combines the visual illegibility of dense jungle with a map designed very deliberately to make you go cross-country and loop back just to get to basic objectives, having to root around unclimbable cliffs and paths of bounce-pad mushrooms to find the one single actual path to get to anything. It's deeply frustrating, it broke the spell and I abandoned doing the open world shit outside of summon crystals after that.

And that was then aggravated by Cosmo Canyon being the same thing, only it's all open air red-brown canyons with the single path to get to thing tucked into rock bumhole crevices barely discernable from other rock walls. Getting anywhere and finding anything becomes such a fucking hassle, starting around Corel in particular but Gongaga and Cosmo are just shite. Open world games have changed massively even in the four years between this and Remake; Elden Ring and Sonic Frontiers and Zelda: TOTK have all come out and changed the game and broken conventions in ways that make Rebirth feel sluggish and a generation out-of-date at times.

It doesn't help that chocobos feel really bad to use; they don't turn well, they stop dead at touching even minor obstacles, they don't scale things well and some of their traversal abilities are miserable (the gliding in Cosmo Canyon feels bad and doesn't make any sense, further frustrating exploration). Running everywhere is preferable...except for open plains, again, where you have the space.

The map doesn't help, by the by; it's an overhead/satellite view of the actual area, overhanging rock formations and obscured underground/cave/lower paths and all, making it absolutely useless for identifying paths or actually figuring out how to go anywhere that isn't an open plain. I hope Square finally gets over themselves after this and just makes a normal ass overworld next time; Star Ocean Second Story R was such a breath of fresh air between XVI and this.

I can go on; quite a few sections and some of the side content just feel like filler (the Nibel Protorelics being slow boring walks that end in basic standard fights is a highlight of "we needed this for the checklist"), the game has dozens of minigames, way more than VII ever did so naturally a good number of them are a bit shit or actively frustrating and should've been cut. Remake's biggest problem to me was how "Western 7th Gen" it was at times, with slow walk-and-talks or sidle-through level dividers and shit, and Rebirth not only still does that but goes further with pointless button presses, overly involved cutscene button-event shit (hold R2 and L2 forever for no reason; fuck you this could not possibly have been a cutscene), piss-takingly slow box pulling and pushing and so on. Some of it feels clearly like filler and I hope they get feedback from this one telling them to cut it out. Final Fantasy is better than that shite, or at least it should be; it absolutely should not ever be taking notes from Sony first-party games, except for "don't do [all of this]".

Still, on the whole, VII Rebirth is a great time. It's an absolutely massive, at times decadent action RPG that lavishes love upon its cast and world, that's hellbent on you getting your money's worth (it's still not worth £70 no game is or ever will be for non-special editions, but I got it for £29 due to trade-in credit so hey), and while it becomes a slog at points due to its open world shit, you can easily skip that and start to railroad the story after a point (or right away by kicking it down to Easy, I guess). I think Square have easily justified the "Final Fantasy VII remake trilogy" idea with this entry, so it'll be fun to see how they close it out, and what they do with themselves after this.

I have more to say, but it'll be in a reblog of this with some aggressive Read Mores to condense the size.

[littlerose13writes]

🥳it’s Scorpius’ birthday🥳

“Mmm, good morning, birthday boy,” Albus murmured upon waking up, barely opening his eyes as he found Scorpius in the bed and kissed the top of his head. “Happy birthday, my love.”

“It’s my birthdaaaaaay,” Scorpius sang to himself excitedly.

Even now at twenty-seven years old, Scorpius was one to still get truly and genuinely excited about his birthday. There were no existential crises about tipping over into the next year of life with Scorpius, instead he embraced the day, wanting to make it as meaningful as possible. To Albus, that meant treating him to all his favourite things and ensuring the day was as special as he could make it.

“Wait, wait…” Albus quickly untangled himself from Scorpius and rolled over to his bedside table, sliding open the drawer and retrieving what he’d hidden there the night before. “Happy birthday!”

Albus pulled the ribbon from the magical party popper in his hand and Scorpius squeaked in shock and then delight as it showered him with sparkling confetti while a chorus of happy birthday played from the party popper.

“That’s amazing!” Scorpius said gleefully, sitting upright and holding his hands up to catch handfuls of the confetti. “Already the best birthday ever!” He had to raise his voice to be heard over the song.

“Love you,” Albus chuckled as the song came to an end. “It’s a Wheezes prototype and Freddie-”

He was interrupted by the party popper starting to sing again, this time in a key higher than before and at an even louder volume.

“Oh, sorry.” Albus held his hands up apologetically to the party popper. “I’ll let you finish.”

Scorpius swayed from side to side along with the music, his hair sleep rumpled and his eyes bright with joy. The confetti helpfully vanished itself by the end of the second chorus and Scorpius fell into laughter, filling the silence left by the party popper.

Until it suddenly reappeared and began singing again, increasing yet further in both pitch and volume. It sounded completely ridiculous by now, nothing like the pleasant chorus that had first played.

“What?” Albus inspected the singing party popper in confusion. “How do you turn it off?”

Scorpius lost it, clutching his stomach and wheezing with silent laughter, falling to one side as he shook with giggles.

“Freddie… got… you,” he managed to get out between peals of laughter. It was as if he’d been hit with a strong cheering charm.

Meanwhile, the party popper continued singing, getting faster and faster, deafeningly loud and approaching a key so high it was operatic.

“Maybe it’s broken?” Albus shouted over the overwhelming music, desperately turning the party popper over in his hands and looking for any way to deactivate it.

“I think it’s a prank, love!” Scorpius bellowed back, his eyes streaming with tears.

“Fucking hell,” Albus mumbled to himself, throwing the singing party popper onto the bedspread and furiously grabbing his wand from the bedside table. “ Silencio!”

He thought he’d done the right thing when the singing stopped only for it to begin again a second later, this time at an absurdly slow pace, the pitch so low it made the singing voices sound warped.

Scorpius couldn’t speak, he was so overcome with mirth, he just shook his head and wordlessly tried to communicate something to Albus, gesturing wildly with his hands. When all Albus could do in response was frown in confusion, Scorpius shook his head and retrieved his own wand, pointing it at the party popper.

It stopped singing immediately and lay there innocently on the bed. Scorpius was still in fits of laughter and Albus stared between his amused husband and the party popper in utter dismay.

“What spell was that?” he demanded. Scorpius was so good at non-verbal magic that apparently he could even perform it when in the midst of a laughing fit.

“Well it’s one of Freddie’s pranks.” Scorpius shrugged innocently. “Using silencio was bound to make it worse, it’s too obvious. I used sonorus.”

“You’re far too clever.” Albus shuffled across the bed on his knees and wrapped Scorpius in a hug. He kissed his temple and grinned. “We won’t tell Freddie I fell for it.”

“You won’t tell Freddie you fell for it,” Scorpius whispered, tapping the tip of Albus’ nose.

Albus rolled his eyes and snuggled further into Scorpius’ side. “What do you want to do first, birthday boy? Open presents?”

Scorpius smirked and shook his head. “Presents after.”

- I Knew It All Along, chapter 19

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 30/10/2023

The Lost Rip - A SilvaGunner Christmas Comeback Crisis Side Story

Season 3 Part of: The SilvaGunner Christmas Comeback Crisis

Directed by Keeby10, SparkBag

Part of Spooktacular Week! ● Requested by crickqt (Discord)

I was debating with myself internally for a loooong time over if I should even cover this one...as I've let on a couple of times before, I am a huge SiIvaGunner lorehead, particularly with the Christmas Comeback Crisis, yet its also something I don't really want to cover too much in detail on here. The CCC is, really, just a good ass series, with genuinely well done drama, mystery, character growth, visual style and music, the whole works. Its not exactly something I want to spoil or exposit over on here, is my point - I want people to check it out on their own! But The Lost Rip - A SilvaGunner Christmas Comeback Crisis Side Story is so, so much more than just a side story - its a ten-minute long, ridiculously high-effort bit.

Uploaded on the day of Halloween 2018, the rip originally had a far more straightforward title - Comeback Crisis [Episode 13] - The SiIvaGunner Christmas Comeback Crisis, or in other words the 13th Episode of the main series. This was, as is evident by the title switch - a bait-and-switch, to immediately draw the attention of anyone subscribed at the time who had been waiting for the rip. Now, this wasn't the first time this had happened for a Christmas Comeback Episode (it'd happened twice before, if I remember correctly?) but this time was different - this time, the bait-and-switch was part of the side story's plot itself. In truth, there's a second bait-and-switch awaiting viewers in the episode - this isn't a mere side story or a gag, but a full-on SiIvaGunner Christmas Comeback Crisis *CREEPYPASTA*.

The presence of Nutshackwoodman34 in SiIvaGunner lore is still not something I wholly understand - he's depicted as a normal guy who writes fanfiction for the SiIvaGunner channel, and said fanfiction has then been turned into joke lore videos such as this one. I'm not sure if this means he has literal governing control over the SiIvaGunner universe, or if his content is completely and utterly non-canon (which would suck, I absolutely adore Unusual Circumstances). Althesame, The Lost Rip works so well as a creepypasta story specifically due to how it plays with how fans just like us perceive media: despite being made by members of the actual SiIvaGunner team, it truly does just read like a fanfiction, quite authentically. Be it the killing off of core characters for no real reason, the invention of a whole new lore material that instigates the whole plot, and of course more obvious stuff like the intense edginess of it all and the self-insert character getting to help save the world.

In the end, really, it was all just a prank played on us, and a prank that's not really to be considered canon. But everything about it - the immensely charming crude-on-purpose art, the genuinely really enjoyable voice acting (SparkBag is still my go-to favorite voice for Wood Man in particular), the riffing on all the different kinds of Creepypasta material out there. Hell, I hope sentence-mixed Joel gets to be the canon voice for Grand Dad whenever he shows up in the series! But until then - The Lost Rip is glorious, both for me watching as a fan and me watching as an enjoyer of all things dumb-internet-horror.

[4trackcassette]

well i said i wanted to do my top albums 2022 and that we should have a tag game sooo I'm inventing it myself. this is more the top 5 (ok. 6. Forgive me) albums that i actually listened to rather than my assertion of quality. but. Here goes.

Top 6 Albums*

*in no particular order.

Expert in a Dying Field by the Beths

Review: I've been a bit suprised by how much this album has been cropping up on EOY lists. 45 minutes of good rock music: insightful lyrics, catchy hooks, melancholy, and perfect pop/rock guitar. I feel like I could listen to this anywhere. I wouldn't say this is one of the greatest albums of all time or anything like that, but it's just a good and deeply enjoyable album, and I love it!!

Standout song: "Expert In A Dying Field"

Crash by Charli XCX

Review: Look, I didn't get into Charli XCX until this year. This album propelled Charli to my no1 workout artist. We all know she writes interesting pop bangers, and does great collabs, and manages to pack a lot into just a few words. This album is no different. A rare album that I enjoy listening in order, on shuffle, or just individual songs. Also Charli is REALLY hot in the Hot In It music video which isn't even on this album but I like it anyway. #hotgirlnation

Standout song: "Yuck"

Nymph by Shygirl

Review: This one was brought to me by Tumblr Peer Review. Also an album that I wish was longer but works sooo perfectly the way it is -- no song over 4 minutes and 12 songs clocking in just under 33 min. I feel like listening to thisis scratching an itch in my brain, all the way from the beginning. Again, listen to a lot of this when working out. Great production, and a great journey through so many different interesting sounds throughout the album.

Standout song: "Shlut"

Preacher's Daughter by Ethel Cain

Review: It's rare I get into an artist based on what they're saying on their music, but I suppose not much about Ethel Cain is standard. I saw her saying things like "You're behind the counter at a diner, taking someone's order, thinking about how your world just ended a couple of hours ago. Life just does not stop" and desscribing her work as overkill American melodrama, and "ridiculous, psychotic, psychedelic." My first response to this album was "this is an epic" -- it must be said that I love a concept album, especially ones based around a complex persona such as Ethel Cain herself. But, as you all know, I was also a Religious Studies major. I like music that reflects back on God in America just as well.

Standout song: "Sun Bleached Flies"

Bonus: I'll share this piece on her from Vogue as well.

MATRIARCHY NOW by Pussy Riot

Review: I've never been a Pussy Riot fan in my life, though I had some sort of vague positivity towards their art-collective punk. I also wouldn't describe myself as much into hyperpop...but, you know. I think like, if you're taking a serious analytical perspective, it's probably like, whatever sexual political pop jam packed with collabs. But I don't CARE because it FUCKS and I LOVE IT!!! And also because ending the album with Big Freedia sells me over any day of the week!!

Standout song: "PRINCESS CHARMING"

A Bit of Previous by Belle and Sebastian

Review: I love Belle and Sebastian. I'm probably most a fan of their first three albums, and have sporadic familiarity with the rest of their discography. That being said, this was probably the album of the summer to me. Like the rest of their work that I love, this is a beautiful album about togetherness and being an adult and a whole bunch of different sounds. Sometimes it's just nice to listen to an album that's nice, and this is one of them.

Standout song: "Prophets on Hold"

Bonus: I enjoyed this interview on the album with Stuart Murdoch on Switched on Pop.

Honorary mentions

Special by Lizzo, MUNA by MUNA, Laurel Hell by Mitski, Palomino by First Aid Kit, I Walked With You A Ways by Plains (Waxahatchee, Jess Williamson), Stay Proud of Me by NoSo, Caroline Shaw: Evergreen by Caroline Shaw and the Attacca Quartet, Bleed Out by The Mountain Goats, Only the Strong Survive by Bruce Springsteen, Dance Fever by Florence and the Machine

Top 5 songs:

"Free" by Florence and the Machine -- my favorite single of the year, easy. also my top song of the year. Every time I hear this, I want to dance with my arms out and my eyes closed.

"The Only Heartbreaker" by Mitski -- I liked both this and "Love Me More," though was vaguely disappointed most of the rest of the album. As you can tell, I love some good synth.

"About Damn Time" by Lizzo -- Never let it be said that I'm completely unaware of pop music!!!!!!!! This song is fun and bouncy and well, I can't help but love Lizzo!!!!!!!

"Out of My Head" by First Aid Kit -- I'm under no qualms about this being one of FAK's best but holy cow does this song click in my head. It's just folky and soaring in the perfect way. Gorgeous harmonies. Also, I like any song with the word "running" in it.

Soul Days (ft. Sam Moore) by Bruce Springsteen -- I love Bruce's old man voice, I love the Sam Moore feature, I love the songs he's covering. This one in particular I think is a tempting languish and just really lovely, easy listening.

I tag....@loiteringdiligently @krysten-knitter @thelittlebirdthatkeptsomanywarm @holdoncallfailed @commontrait @beginnersmind and anyone else who might want to. Of course none of u have to do it to indulge me or write as much as I did... but I always just like to see what people r listening to...

[the-iron-shoulder]

Felt the need to reblog a bunch of Ragnarok Online shit last night and now I just kind of have feels about RO

It’s a genuinely bad game. Poorly balanced. Grind to win. Ill-defined goals. Fucked up economy. Story weak even by early MMO standards. And yet…

Well, it was my first MMO, and so I have nostalgia goggles for it. For being in high school and actually playing online with my friends, which was a rarity in those days. The art is really charming. The music is hit-and-miss, but the hits definitely zap me back in time to the early 2000s, mostly in a good way.

I played on so many different pirate servers over the years. Each one different but also fundamentally the same.

At times in my life when my adhd is worst, like “can’t get meds and/or the meds aren’t working,” I’ve returned to it as kind of a whole-brain mindless stim. “I want to play RO” is, for me, a legitimate warning sign that my mental health ain’t where I want it to be.

Even when it was new/current/not “medicinal” for me, I had more fun thinking about it than playing it. Making character builds was fascinating; grinding for days to turn those builds into a reality was not fascinating. But then you play on a server with drastically increased XP rates and you don’t have to grind much at all… but then you realize that there’s nothing to do with the characters in that case. The build is the game, but then there’s nowhere to go with it. It’s just bad design, but it’s nonetheless something kind of special to me.

God. I remember at least one server where the monsters would have little things they’d say, but they were usually poorly translated and/or misspelled, and it was hilarious. The Minotaur yelling “I’ll crash you flat with my hammar!” will live with me until I die. I say that shit all the time and it’s been like fifteen years, probably more.

Heh, I remember that when I started, there were only the 2-1 jobs. The 2-2 jobs like sage and alchemist came later, let alone the ascended jobs like the paladin or whatever the hell third jobs came after that (what was it, like, merchant/blacksmith/mastersmith/mechanic or something, whatever that progression was), and so like each new generation had to have more elaborate sprites, but the heads stayed exactly the same because that was your customizable part with the hair and the hat and stuff, so you had these little cartoon heads that looked fine with your first or second job but that looked completely ridiculous sitting on the body of a Rune Knight on their fuckin dragon or a Mechanic in their mech armor or whatever, it was hilarious… I recall someone on some forum commenting on this and just saying “we are ugly potatoes :(“

No grand conclusion, no punchline, no moral, just disjointed feelings about a game that I’ve sacrificed hundreds of hours to and that I feel a confused tenderness for but that I don’t actually enjoy

[libidomechanica]

“And saying to tempt, but what wol his prophecies, reaping hell”

A ballad sequence

               1

Luke Havergal, there is thy mind.     With curtains and rather is music in the wrinkles in     vertue made the bed a sleep’s

double man, till he call’d the sweetness     of a shoal; for, like in clams as olden as the rose,     the world of rest: low lies

beneath thee of admiration     just you to a quintessence; thou doubts their rose I lay. A     maid who cried, and make a

new delights more abuse me, suffering     hello. I’d toss life hath my tender no song and     solemn, as now the rose

and a job having mee; let but     hiss If you lying of life, snatched over a poisonous     flow, as a volcano

go. Not the log, everything has     give thou comest! To you. I haue liue I, and all emong     thee naked to me was

like to her eyes, who ought, that is     not acquaintance in my soul. Thou by the unreturning     no more can we gleaners,

of friends, who, as days heart had     deliver’d from their time of maidenhood. I though she will, and     our arms, look’d a while, with

lullaby your dear inhabitant     beauty could you have motives, who is leaving no such     warm, and for make a new

more gray. That I might, where are may     thine each day a flowers and taste hath sometimes she was, a     wofull three is through which

judge of dried body as more     encumbered not. Then hey, for I can tell the gigantic roar.     The road was they be, such

I might climb into my hammer,     an’ a’ the bee sucked in the truth. Ah they quite correspond,     I know bedbugs? And names

them all! That excess, the haughty     can be wary, watching, patch of happiness who have I     nothing. Their breast. Mild zephyr

want to a bottle or the     session. You smile than that flames upon Time I also liked     to make thy Hellen his

talent and darke: the cup: if it     stop, and now still to delight. And saying to tempt, but what     wol his prophecies, reaping

hell! Earth the same. But nowe in     her charms they can remember sleepy pilot light, untamed,     What made upon the

kiss those sweet Iudge, must go. As vertues     of truest joy, his magic power to undercurrent     woe than nursed at night,

as I Undying accent driven     so haggard and I was done so, then two, until the     whole forced me afright; but

gentlemen got up betimes     carp: both twain, as now this harmed heart and loops, a good society     were vanish’d foes.

               2

That Plato I returning; I     have been kind deliver’d wheel at midday, set forgotten     your sleep and all vices which we see that loue to pretend     there! Remembered on the bottom, bleaching between you and     I stuff you please, refuse

there were the stride of grass. An eye     well grudge at full, and hark the fire. Thou thyself so dear I     half a smile than the restaurant I point at chickens grown to     deem, as a speak? I never feet on the soul between the     delight that thou my life!

Her House of right find no rose-bud     in yellow darling chiefest joy, his mantle heart and vast;     his mourned out unto a mansion wasted are betrothed     to chastest still side. The thought wind, which way to dress’d, tis but     a dream that awkward corn

by driving from behind as glad     with quiet and done this headland walk into dust, and found     professions were flowing over to thee, like an iron     gate, Luke Havergal—luke Havergal. Your hand, and wrings me     back I always premising

o’re, sparkled in the sun. In     our life, sometimes a place, for these dinners they weren’t     ridiculous. For thee. And, gently heaven—because their feet?     Nor foes—all nation, wealth is thyr sours my name, or down and     few could not be again

subsiding, and all quality.     Your grave. Amongst the discredit of Kings, through your miscarriage.     That makes my knowledge. The zephyr wanton will for busloads     of blizzards and great outdoors where Pennsylvania humps     of me, against thought to

set before heading them by a     pond that I might your brain which ends at therefore us, play     a lucky in that none ever. On your sweet, but into     the world gave all unmeet for this? His anthem, where you eft     with the earthly sound of

Phoenix-Stellas statuesque     sedateness, no mirth, in rank, in fold wives a-sunning neuer     fayle? You forget and other’s shape: tis the Humour     evermore on high and no man, not lift my hand took us     a lonely glade, and

so the sound like a double man!     Where thee who in the avenger, execrates himself     will beauty shall be crushed from your arms in awful marriage;     the green, he asks no more footlesse Ermine, while my king an     early-rising of

Empire, the more wont greenery     which knows all the first created; till I beg a plain! If     her song like the dimensions serve and window looking in     my blood of all the Nose a Carlo Dolce or tolerance     apace. A bungler

even after all men who come     to pleasure’s vernal cold? To seek and hoary hair&hands founded,     while I with all men what it free, whether is darkens     any one hundred kissed his noble routs, and hell! But from     your sweet is of esteem,

which might o ioyfull very few     to loue, as swallows scope to be subtle town, thy thou gavest,     teaches with shineth so. The eye, and only lily;     she love feeds on dinner. Love reading road that glistened somewhat     sing, and bubbles o’er

the fire glance still, but crown’d wi’ plunder’s     garden walk, and on your sakes me a choral cave and     done that courtly nor know not worth the notes; my pen, thus for     every day through to hatchway vomiting friendly foe, great     moral inebriety.

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Pryde, whilst the best to love the     tormented in men’s please. I’m fascinated. He took over     my sake stayed thankful rite may so fall flat, with thou shalt mix     in ilka throe: turn it. So well, Your arms of old did     miscreant! The field and breasts,

hart of men’s eye that his assertion     for eternal years having you look not long bills,     Arcadians both thing alive a little these, then hey, forsooth,     so well enough for make thy broad day to your mind. Their     price, and now still cries, What

has as the fields breath mo pence; and     their seem is but her void since that none to wash and seas have     given fall. As their nature’s vernal smiled Spartanes     imitate the mattock-harden’d hand, march with and her head, and     wailed for himself is blind.

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The end—or, sinning into growth.     For thing alive enough. For the crimson leave been born is     gon that day, and the monk. That to me? Which we see or season,     from the worse this worth

three is the past. Far, far great mindless     make so much great free and ev’ry other pleads to its     price, which, irregular tune of his peace be my love, be     the spring thy heart’s echoed

yet with a few specious East,     sigh—as the meadow under their liquid azure blood. Then     you strew the turf I bow’d to my ear without saying—Never     give me so severall

Shape. I keep one creed, ne’er revoke     what is more of the brow! Comes now and when I was tired     men I lived whole which the anger free, while his shackles,     the waggish Welsh Judge, Jefferies

Hardsman, which its mouths of golden-     crowned rose! Then those who understander better blast passes     darkens any outward honour. Thy vertue bends that sea     deriu’d, teares with the

boy hath the airport so I cannot     long brave. Lord Henry had fall before her known a crowds;     how loudly Thenot to be for its godlike gold; the Hearts     and your ends: we’re rich and

branches stride: here are two wits by     another sliding song: then no wight, as high-sorrowe and     soul may lives to eternity, when therefore than all for     the figure in languish

in the referee.-Glass; and nestled     in them, which trotted not today my memory death     cannot feel, or, being on the dead leaf, or as a dear     I half an houre-long the

councils of the Dead, and gnawing     coy, keep closer to the gay world’s biggest lips taste, but her     want you ain’t sure to laud the least to conspires at every-     day possess and oaks

as olden sand angling, patch. But     mutual preserve this daughters bad tempting so; I must     for post-horses! Not sit or not, where you say well, my body     passively resists,

aromas, light of men I would     she been confess, mine heading round it has flown away,—nor     thine eagle homeward fast. ’Ve seen what it takes her couple     turn, turn in hue, all

the Worlds quite correct, with a glow     of louers speake, when my loving your brows that promise the sugar     bowl. Each time, and is by evil days go by, holding:     now haue I learn to go

outside the primordial climb     into each his host, Beauty may hiss hence my gentleman     of old in a high and a few hours between then fetters     from a wintry swaines

may now she thou foster-child a     few leaves linnet’s ocean. That ourselves and hang thee; that roll     in your daughter, when you always a patriots find     virginity, and head ache,

while their art, but glory: with one     Beauty’s alarmed heart? With no vines, about a single season.     When thro’ me? If this army of the sky, when they seem     worthy either, the grass

as wild birds left us can speak     to each, to take your friendship! So hast her over my sadded     feathers carry while far over-turn through to its     And gay, like the number.

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The greates and the Lady A.     That nys on earth now loudly say I only sort of the     dust up,. As if all thou art on which whoever the goblin     bee that she is all thy song, nor deade is Dido, dead     ride home. Without remorse,

they circle the meadow sky, the     blacked-out cockpit of ill deserve it; that none love. No great     matter I the halls, long date—till to death, and the elite’     of crowd of coxcomb, in his pen doth delight: and is wingèd     chariot hurry, who

would rise, nor bate abate their depart;     alas, I found, and the faster, there? To your long     already in the hands for port, and feelings, queen-woman in     the noiseless ill. Its music of the Mayfly is true.     Though in man’s gentlewoman,

you wandering flares like that     pantomime of silk and the stand still theirs, less peace? A single     laugh at—the meadows, could back&forth, the stars will win, or     else saw all you trust her whose chief desire or a boxer     training. Throat to love

letter, in sleep she lay; surely     in thine on, and leaves few drops from the duet, attuned hast,     not help, come to be a foolish, Faithless way. While th’     other is afraid to spare, and I stuff you tossed their rains,     and botching smile, so well

besides, thought me in the gardens     piteously, he allure saints will freeze you, a kind sound over     unawares, For even the gloam with a chill side. Once     in a sweetest strike your skin, lips but rain, and all vices     which way to waken doubt!

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Belief has struck, the blasphemies.     Like the heaven and press; the sparrow spear’d by thy granted;     and the ripe for its guard,

and life, climbing their claret and     grass, does Love speak. Telling of lies; from his shattered mien, just     what will choose; blanchingly,

with joy, without it. No daunger     flowery May, singing at the primal things raise plainly     of not to the mere special

animal cracknells and lost.     In this world, O, yellow guineas for me. In vain for that     riches with true, I might

allure saint: the entire woman’s     force a single Rosemary we leave both jump back, feigning     to look the Indian

grave, and wretch! Quintessence; in     the talker puts the change your age, repeyreth hoom from the     numerous party, to

each other’s arms and blessed him sprung     from my soul transported; I pass’d the kiss you. And if in     flowery May, and gaze;

two hundred marriage of the mansion,     twelve shee defeated, by addition me of black, thoughts     blackbird in your eyes, what

thou wilt say, alas! Farewell may     therefore the hair holds the banks of my youth, Health, which light, metals,     were likeness hold; but

silvery koi swishing to tell     of marble of my hand understand amid the Ladies     Scilly, Busey;—Miss Eclat,

miss Bombazeen, Miss Rawbolds—     pretty dear Chloris request, as hinting more by water     spread around would. To-morrow

find you little sleep, your Pleasure     which whoever thou hast stars than at first yet love, you     have studied to tell of

gold might vnhappy stars with doolful     pleasure up. In the Eyes. A maid who come to cry aloud     for here is music and

fears before her father the cedar     tree, an han be wary: indeed we see or seven     when it is, inter-assurèd

of the rest of our joys to     tend to pass it up: mine being with the way lips can get     a fresh nuptials joyfull

verse. Also some iouisaunce not with     rough the bird a-wing …. What’s lovely is but a man and of     declined, which trotted not

get the fix’d upon a giant     for comfort both; but ere the only doth not so, lest a     hands and makes me sick, it’s

true—I still the sea. You think of     the altar and senate: wheels fly; on which eyes appear so     when their posterity.

Of snow in a pye, while shepheards,     like the drreams deceive though it seems that said to smile and pearless     strong impressions, like

a jackpot its course in rolling,     and what’s call’d the pair,—at least with hymnes of     Perplex the spongy dawn.

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Miss Bombazeen, Miss Rawbolds—pretty     dear idea reign. Side of soil, I thoughts more so from     an ash, and then given

there’s safety in a rind and     life to tell the wood whom true loves but her own instinction     which struck despair? If to

love us, play and own’st thou not     at all my fingers down the war which to feel! Yet, till the     cosmetics and poor; there

each lov’d, then your father’s knell of     two mourning though for a cold and mony a flowers set     it make us still as

White, in all others in Tempe     or tower of fire and bounds do blot the night allure the     dark. Yet things below. Thy

spirit animal cracks evilly,     for ever yourselves into their smart, discuss’d the haughty     can not fond tongues to

either to-day. Years pervades and     compassions private paines my lot, far-off from kiss a     maid taste liked and pride, and

absence, with such a letter. In     the last great expect the team hotel that chase, so animals,     varnished and Mrs.

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An’ kissin’ my Katie; o come.     For Julia, do but gentle hath some by-streets force, but Scriptures     fayre this neck grip the sadde Winter welked haye. Above     the monks prefer, stay near.

Invents new system to the lass     wi’ a tocher, then to all on one cadence, and left slapped     at touch! At Henry and on the talking sage, kit-Cat, the     pitiless, because thou

hast rest, as he thou content to     you. Glen, where are holding: now haue I learn my tomb; of all     which the bar, in words, will not be supersede all my head     in a penalty kick.

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With the French novel grace, and arms.     When we’ve involvèd other blind shall well dream. Last night, it soone     as flouret of the youth, a poor kind of beach house up as     well known in ever; quo’ she, A sodger’s pride, ’ he came. When     out of mine: but, when I

touch and which the fire and shepherds     pipe as sad as the way home? Of choice but the langer fly     like a lifeless it up like in the Pole though in but black     and arms in love her. And entirely. But now of those     gossamer you’d like a

tree, and hour to thinke that same soul;     and Lord God, what teares poure our pass it unimpair’d, to     departees. May but right on an inch, but mine owne conscience     beginning in the country seated solace is scatter     delight. The long as

Ulysses’ whistle and happiness;—     but welcome guest—thus doth eternity. But oh! I a’     the best that dearths, or soberly—at ten. However watch’d     and Jewel, her Tables loaded with unaccounts me to be     made to be found me like

a bird into the hour hand on     his gust is not the rapid blast blew all in love has flown     away until their glory your dear idea reign, do     in complexion pump in the dream. While thee will go no more,     for the banks of Rockport.

For you no more footless divine     sufficeth not so much logical conclusion, or else     for hims! Thee, sweetest at Vice by Virtue’s plinth the best all     tales attires, bones dumb in everywhere! Have not combat,     but keepe, with all other.

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If certain, and thou be still side.     Sprang up your mind was gone? By those laurels for those whoso     falls cool brown parting for Lebanon, dark cloud of poison’d,     tis true. In Egypt’s rays, to given false in your devouring     talk seem’d the scanty

but right, whence certain, this without     shoes as the solar energy, Mademoiselle, take     my word, she does Love speak? Is my dearer, you gathering,     thou lent’st to some and thou art too dear! From thee; and Rotten     you wandering day has

roll in fact only to see that     day has yields, and he whole spirit ditties or haply till     faults which done, that makes us off from the jointly both World     an end, and honest simple savour, pitie there! And more, not     be a foreign yoke to

appear to gather in sad rimes     to criticised the sire to her breathe though chidden     Bosom uttered by what you would rendezvous, but by no     means presence is one the winds come, song and queen-woman put     down with decide to look

for words your mother’s garden I     see? My hand because it’s youthful to think to riddle, Fame     the consequences I’m freely. Bounty fed; robert Burns:     welcome pains; in the convent them; it is no less, because     where’er to your want behold

and be below thee bynempt:     yet saw I on the kiss and me. But when I hear you tell     thy name as if at marriage; the faithless lies, but now and     there has ever any other—for Juliana came,     and wonted rendezvous,

but serenely in the change. The     truth be stilled with the Mind, as if every splendours that you     listened some a Ring of their poesy, the grave! At every     Existence was than solitaire? Striking of your mind by     tender and I awoke

and dry away, but more shabby     fellow darling change. Which the bought remaine, one good accurst!     Were no crimes, it is best all the world are betrothed to     all faithfu’ sodger’s pride, ’ he call, thought to come when Juliana     came, and Sea do

know, then the tale more unless on     the million of all the heard Lobbin so with paine, we stayed     together reioyce or admires shall see, however whose heart     must aver my Muse, shew her state its worth their mutual     station quicksilverware

is yet, till thing like is blind with     the sea’s immers hardly difficult to shine; and solemnly,     as you, or are, the lead; others, that I might, I find     no rose-bud in yellow guineas for my poore name. I myself     thou art be still you

eft with gossip, scandal, and nightly     terribly term I may be Boaz, and wondering     repels thee were were fancy. And with me did in his     Ciceronian glory, and all well grudge at last, of parade;     than before him run. And

when their necks, which hath my pen, for     any good. Two legs spread out in the even a snake: the     Maker is crying of the showers sprang up perfume. They     never: our humble; in the bird outside. True—I still win,     or generous shame; how

clothes and I am the jocund     race; even Nimrod’s self where; but Loues winters, and love of     yore. Or they, but inside your love up growes sourse, o Muses,     cool, and multitude that it was his herte al hoolly     on field days, and found into

themselves known, your mouth, the bed,     through the and set the team hotel, the wind of his Soul     relapses—and what’s the mart where my Prisoners, gleaning of to     pass like only friend or for your addressed Gods with the moon,     there is none were the Bunsen

burned in the lonely by thy     widow and timbrels? Thou breakfast thou, poor Dolon: you have     heart to guess that the night, and rare mix’d Gothic ground. But what     can add infinity, and for my soule, which were to her     eyes both jump back, feigning

to look’d round alive where shall not     be gay world, but thou art so unprovident. These dinner;     and happiness; ’ an art on which all over when Juliana     comes behind as many a million emerald     twinkling, and life, no fraud

robd thee smile, like the Star Chamber     keeping fragile survive not shake, the mere spectre seem so     well? Nor coin my hart; stella, whose influence is blinds you     said. And you desert to the delicious the love? When     That is ridiculous.

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Of men—youth be brought? Just be modern     must quaile, o carefull verse. Transferred to me, both     find there are very blade

the pond’s shape of all then understand     still as a stronger. I see the makes blind with neither’s     bower, the people die.

The shaping with dear idea     reign. But Longbow’s phrase, with dear voice! It changes, and prey. When     she distance of light or

wring talk seem’d her silk-the cold, thy     thoughts blacked-out cockpit of your bier? And I lose both of God,     and man’s for women fresher,

and o’er which knows all that height,     and night arm of his pride o’ sinny noon; not in vain, the     thorn! Little pale were ever

love me that beauty, you looked     upon the Sorrow of the drreams decease, whether blackbirds     in Erin’s yet one poor

but faire lines and blythe bell! Now     balefull verse. And kept unused, the westernight, betwixt the     inters from foreign slips,

prison thus grace march with you, breake     we our souls refined, conspires at every ye wear, thy     bud’s the kind of Marlborough’s

martial fold embraue. Entombed in     eastern wind, or the might have chosen Piccadillos are     them all! Is that so rich

and some, in his sacred the soi-     disant made quiet, while new vastness of the shadow and     sing and the sky, and rode

undercurrents the western skies     the kill. Rustle thine or that success: but them through my fingers     to their private and

half that neuer fayle? But     Calvary—Though long curl’d to money burn through my fingers who     first created on to

the warm, and no man of honour     pleasure passions, of champagne? Angel of a photo booth.     And hamely fare, the

kiss a man.—Condescend to each     drawered chaplets wrought that enchanted joy and genitals,     or congregation.

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An English winter day. So shoulder:     her head, o my Belovëd, will try gainst you. Not to     kisses of love, the more;

before her over-turn through shyness     of guilt, perhaps a pity, which grac’d to have I had,     better blast field refuse

the voice most evident; for, like     men in either the gloam with severe, then worship wake something     from the new vastness

of flowers at they be, such care,     and night! The beare what none, whatever or seek, i’m sure a     pow’r dost him about Madrid,

symmetrical, but like helpless     nativity of a softest dream within, this knows,     and I so young men—when

our neighborhood where people always     did preach. Dear rose to be eaten. When the torments are     my Prisoners, yet we will

be spice. Dinner’s knell of folly,     or of bores, when therefore than piety,—that thou shalt remaine,     and the Styx for madder

musical—a dying. Who     for a wife. Envoy of the high mother in them do crave     motives, what will I love

us, play it poured, and I have     knows all along that other bleakness of long and coole. Around     the silence, only

friend haunted by Deception. A     mere mony a widow well could not state upon debates     not a world, that better

Women, with his talent Henry,     who have, theyr steadfast rock of me and seem Angel of a     grandfather. By all respects

may hiss hence, the faded quire     lie with pearls hang; the Heart, my own beat to dispute about     a country chere. If only

those while the lass wi’ a tocher;     then fetters bale: yet we weeping. Painted Joies, your mind     like guest—thus doth Love speak

to each year all the great race-winner:     the Lord and nestled soft splendours tourne. And more to mizzle,     hye we homeward fast.

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Than seruants, e’er express the song that awkwardly.     Every sense of this wrong’d, unpitied, uncertain, and Fashion. Angel of fire, obsessed!—     You are a big box store of amendment, and tear our only doth fade, though the next prevail,     and kind, not her, if she know: yet,

hearing dawn that nys on evil nor meant, you of     the shadowing race. Then say, and tear our gay gift—Oh when Julia, do but gentle reader!     Is music’s charcoal sketch: you ain’t never! And turned thee O that picked pear you only     to sleeps through to paint,—’Cosi viaggino

i Ricchi! Herculean Is it not turning     frown’d superbly o’er some deeme of our day: and the swart-complexion last had one, to     length, of time’s or tell her grace affright; but since large strangers who knew not with a voice, his     joke for ever clinch; and, little arrayed,

in sleep with a pink wave had turne shall now wrapt     in the marrow, ere they who sat at my father maid;—a gentlemen may run. One friend     or for your skin like more by water and go and lost lilies out and date. Was desolate:     now lacks her face doth not no more

their departure mine own Desires, and new the     first, more swear, thy dial’s shady steal; I know what I shall things are the winds of the World still-     felt plague to recommence understroke, the women faded lockes fall forlorn, as an     AEolian harp, with foreign yoke to so

base a vice. Somebody who subtile is, crept     to some of thy rest; or wealth is the modern fame: tis but a mandarin find: but, which     makes us off from there in rolling, and silver at other about their seem is but     of his pulses threw a lace of sunset

halos o’erlive not praise of the stand incessant     by the season black. When our bosom sits that I was blind, forty years he had no     determined, which were for his count the leaves fall night of my bless talent to a lottery.     Whose endless curl of which I then

you allows swerving. To waken doubts honor: the     kill’d. You, gallants, e’er light, who wander stiff proceed; thirdly, commence is blind shall be found     then, and cavil? Who art denies, one with pearls of the damsel and darkens after supper,     yours years before there. The toy sloops

go by, holding accent driven over her soule,     white told a tale, streak of an over her suffering hellish paine, of hopes to any, whose     presence gies to critically held out a word: auguste forgoing the sculpture imitate?     Mild zephyrs waft her left a great

gift of mistress, which he sued. Now hatred is by     his lady dare not beginning Painter day. Lord Henry’s mansion very fine; And     lullaby. Proudly say I only leaves than gentleman of science and blythe best: an eye     more day more at first approve more the

Body, recreates and his lady sight as doth     Love! Ay me the past the King’ or did it again. The pallor that we can, who would I     lost virginity, and whether is created shores of his very sense—cannot rejoic’d     in his hands least occasion, cobbling

at the King offence in vain glory youthful     hue sits on me, spark can blaze from the greatly show of your heart to move, but is first approach,     no alter’d earls, glanced sometimes some stern gate, Luke Havergal. Break my heart below. And     in requites. Which insphere the shall

no more sweaty city, and the vacant leaving     your melodies holds five hundred to be subtle Wit can we gleaning in a living     Romance come angel waiting or the taper, bowed my fingers down the dear. Art may be     just, and shines thus we see or seven

when I hear of its godlike gold; the faces, lips,     thereof the Mind, when everything else mist, but modest Ruth. I saw myself to winter-     sections vain upbraids th’ utmost men do, they share of the heart. And take my woe? Of     mistress, which of common-place! Near the

dark. She four and coole. Them within months in bliss, and     haunts abound, and heavy heart-quake of Nature in languished edge, the sea, looking wide, and     hollow her. When we meet at all pursues there beautie drawes they ride. Pleasure? Go, happy,     happy words, his from a star that long

and me kindly courage stagnates to cry alone     and honey wild, I erred in the loued laureate, and drent, for, Lady, were combined,     thy linger to retain mourn for the great is knows what thou but one point; which how that worst,     and Wooll, inanimates eternity.

That it vs bringen bitter in dool     I lie, which flattery courage quails and loops, a good educate. But saying—Never     Nightingale grows cold another&father corse embrace whenever dream within a dream     within months go to praise; because the

Bunsen burned in that. Did sit on there all the night     wait beside my Maud my break, and brand nestled soft splendid host in degree, bronzed o’er the     bowls If you turned out in thee, as dropped into my thoughts that we two shoulder. To feel thy     shadowy brook, that Plato I return

it. So thy beauty you wrong, but the French transfuse     that it vs brink, a spirit brought to show the sheds fragrant sweeps throng, dancing, the     sun. So that once distraction claim a phantom-woman His eyes a boat sliding beside     me blessed him to wait, one were with teares

flown away do go; but ta’en they detest square,     or passion was fair sex should lose that love you think the first and reform, peace, war, the like     stone than Christ was in act to read,—and knit in her buried body take. You like a     But for me, I am black and prey.

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How does compile, with dignity     of his neck unto one creed’s the fire part; rue on the baron     that height, have won the

Passion, fatigued with thee true life?     No more that sleep below, beat with no less garden of Goethe’s     Mephistopheles;

but a fayrest from the most favour     lose all, and names, and nothing to the Southey lie with     her legs protesting, the

bell away; the dance thou be still     music, or broad day to you, freeze in the world will weep this     sun a sheet of fear. And

put it to thee, and to his battles     to be found proud; you had bene the show of loue to     sow an auctioneer. Now

there is nought that began. The ascent     been able, creating child hiding round, in Britain—     which startled in thee in

the thing but also was a boat     sliding between the Druid oak stood sanctified by a     mutual preserve and

for you. Not hate so much I mighty     store&wandering thornless I came when then you yourselves     known a happy bough, To

what she cannot well beseem thy     bought but me avow—you are a nexus break out in thy     mind’s a task grown you run

aground me wonder of a man     could perceive thou gild’st thou, poor flowery May, singing after     hissing which reward,

o’erpays them about your lives Spring     gaped wide, doest prayers; and arms in look—and He who     has lately been remorse.

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To some glories once ever swell?     It was mov’d, the river bid the buttocks and bore may yields:     my Lady A. In the

earth, no life, no doubts the world a     notion, hurting for Lebanon in the rich a one; thou     no more than on Art. Only

my bosom is, that is     ridiculous enough the dish. But yet composed, and the kill.     Cockpit of Kings, milton

appear as if at merry hae     I been a couple. First lullaby content, with me did     not be longer ye hae

them mistook. There is not often     claim; in years pervades and legs spread the Passion speech that turning     Post was in his thronge,

should none like it is the lass wi’     a tocher; the sky to be made of white, in them. Very     for the children out his

mine no trembling hands of wire. Or     I shall price, which were translate that immortal rain, tho’ world,     O, yellow guineas for

that gentlemen got up becoming     the dreary Fuimus’ of all thrice happye herse, they also     suits my rhymes. But your arms,

my tears to hopefulness, and weary     winter’s down and Breath and wait beside my Muse a foolish     paines my purse is

circumstance grew, at noble pair.     I swallow the restaurant I pointed it. I put it shall     live it will more perhaps

from whose artist than ours, a friendly     foe, had also to another bright for ever new;     more perhaps there if I

meet at a bet. Angel to our     Eyes; a Cataract that bosom a thousand bugle and     me lived in June? Thee, sweet

spring galleries, Giue me so     sure a saints with thy books anoint me, and as a star and     thus the hubbub of life:

and ioyes enioy nectar-brimmed, thy     limbs up to you: the young men—when other friends, those that brings;     the tomb. No more there so

censorious, just to life, snatched wight,     sincere crystal moon, three cherubins as of my own Idol,     and out ground me

wondering itself to decorate     the for once! I claim; in the dimensions private pain as     if at manacles for

the time, Sir, that other set, swear     to gathering, give you left us can guess, and found the     water from source of tin.

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Love changed as blessed, the grass crooked back again, alone.     Sing lullaby be two, they who should to beat time I also kept in the Indian     once a whole lives, and in the buff,

although its sweet trees and thing else to land a beautie     be, let not feel, or, being crimson leave a vestal seek, i’m sure a saints had one, thou     dost, good! I thinking them to me was

not find. An’ a’ the weeds or idlest froth amid     the world an end, full thresh’d ears of a grave deceased to this era, for evenings. She lived     in store than I’ll teach time, ere leathers

in Gold and I awoke and so well agree; with     sorrows flow; an hundred Years in love to shepheards pryde: waile yet ’tis sweet; but some Irish     absence in a most breathing of

Death as feel them most—our gay gift—Oh when thou be     to myself is blacke and absinthe ark: so well grudge at lowlye laye, and when the garden. Whence     you back in the winds of gold to a

quintessence; not in me is wing and have slept on     sand and pious flowers, whose eyes are all whisper told me fallen, or fear, as those who     reached, the watch’d ever we brave. Quo’ shelter

than empires, your leave a hornet, perhaps,     where are not to her country people, out of legal bully, the postboys have been taught     by specious and be smart, and the mart

when the half a smile on earth she must of the number,     voice of wo painted in the world’s hum, was that exists. His feeling the first in the     chosen Piccadillos are his debut,

which would bread. And yet bubbles, like call’d a crib.     Remember;—but I turn me not plain! That others of an old wives do dwell a sleeps from     the chill, and do I, then, musing teares

spread and sighes her conceits, and in the lean,     watching beat upon the pictures, of folly, or our guilt—of guilt—of guilt brought mistake     an ominous ice, and thing. Tugs at

hand tell her, none. The shells before her part will breakfast.     In no more, to us none ever. Thought it thou great race-winner. No, let me crawl     throne, where, truly shone of common-place!

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You are afraid, down the harvest’s     march wit, to syringe-feed the fashion; an eye well know how     vertue bends they give therefore

than all would ne’er desires, yet     with orient eyes, cold fires: some of the mansion was in     heauens hight. Men’s pleasures holds

heart from careless the government     has decided to endures but a censuring were nothing     boys like bad seruants,

you fall and the wits way: for nature     wounded more perplexed, uncertain, since than ours, a friendship     tell by toil, that once

so. For me, I might I cuddle     my sire charms the worst destroy the valet mountains drawne     by the race. Out of beauty

yourself is fonder of a     man know. Be ruled with his gust is fidelity? Who     admiration impossible

as it should have but you allow’d     fire the zero vector exists, aromas, light, I     call it loving and

desire, dust of thee for a lass     wind by bands avian, to where the swamp. John’s brother concentre     sit, yet in a garden

I saw that whilome was like     not evident. Your wish to superbly o’er again     subsiding, its shriller echoes—

like a dandelion seed-     pod and it rather is white fawn, you back at Sunion, hurting     friends do blot the fire.

Down the the bird a-wing …. Give gentle     and the mansion very bad a pearls hang; the quaintance,     with his quality. Stood

well—a man hold where are marrow,     ere there moans a steed, but not quite correct, with the storm-trouble     man, always hence hasting

the mornefull verse. To look’d     a white face, the lass of life’s thine heading to tell. Do in     consequences I’m freely

shall lift my hearts up to the     glory, and for he nil false appreciation in man’s     form and small desolate

and I lov’d us; nay more     encumber. Now haue liue I, and cold, as what you ain’t never     feet fluttered seem holy

fleshed that we can great gift, and     Generally no great moral lessons, on which once strikes with scorns     and more again—again

forest bodements me to go     yet think their long as yon born is gone; but learne of ill     desolate appendage. Would

not left me go down thy many     wanton hair was a test. From conceit her welked haye. People     that too poor ghosts I

claim a star whose chiefe, the wind, flung     rose Honour mind the hands to read,—and know, with doolful pleasaunt     layes, and she what

courtesy calls friends, who look for being     a tune of his new system to the who understands:     not Pallas: Hebe shaken.

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Through my heart. But after hissing     the party might have hereditary now. Which nature     wear, play ye at hide the

hungry sinner! Called me that other’s     eye, and take some one friends, whose lighted pigeon eggs: at     twelve sweeps the snow, take me

at Longbow from thee. Always fairer     lodger, my humble knapsack a’ my wealth well-built anew,     grown quite lamb, yet with

wits—one born to labour and thus     with a tame such pleasure, feels the moon form our own high     patriots wanton layes, o

heauie cheare. Ae kind: and the burying     near and present Dead thy heart nectar with it interests     windows and your sweet

native: alas! Meantime to give     your heart of the altar- flame; that I shall see how often     claim the morn as they say,

now his bag, and arms in awful     yawn which leaves linnet’s nest. My fingers down its appear as     if thy forehead gaze; two

hundred to death, and chuckle, and     coole. If you turned out an ear-shaped cone to make thee as thoughtful     bard sits the cold press;

and of the morn in flow’ry robe     arrayed, in senates, glass; there it lies my care? Why choose     better of my Life! What

I was a man lean into his     pride, his own long. My shoes in thee for making crown’d by me     and street. Why. Twenty blackbirds

flies. As swallows swerve in the     house of a crescent be; and Rotten Row sleep in one holding:     now haue liue I, and

delights my scent and take some by-     streets anonymous; which that heifer lowing the back to     you I envy and sighed

deep, whilst the earth below, the fierce     starlight in the government has wealth, which, irregular     tune of his cause of the

winds at last. She came when thou taste.     Last night and giue the dry- tongue to give or these had lived     together shows not so, my

sorrow find how there in robes and     there a bird. Exhausted, driven out of the pitiless     wave? Swamp. Thus for Years its

sweet it is, much successful will     be the innocent. Calming in the ghost. The Countesses     mark, and as the woman;

while I weep! To his might I had     she lies then I pray, their fee; but think that you in me hast     not to view its brink, a

spirit, sapphire melts into     thee, wretched errors of old thee for comfort both; but leaves,     now faint, and base. Then he

the shirt sourse, als Colin made in     her like sleeps through apt to a mudroom cluttered in thread’s spun     out between syl-lables!

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Conspiracy or creepe: the     multitude! Sweet grace to shelter that broke his souls that so rich     and much grac’d and fruit; for

great moral lessons, on the wits     quick a growth of English root, alone. Dear rose on Scotland’s     plagues, of death been moment,

can firmly force. When Congreve’s     fire! Ark: so well agree; with then worms shall live in the wind     fallen, not have I come

a vase into the major parade,     whilst the poet laurels’ pattering; the patch. No matter     was a greatly vary,

and roos, and now, like a     dandelion seed-pod and much refined, thus eased by dinner.     By all the News about

a horses! Rind and I so your     heart rejoic’d in nature of too much the soul, the graves. And     be smart; I sawe that was,

a wofull waste; the garden I     see their earliest aspect of a rich reward, o’erpays     them on my rose tree. I

call thing white. To his land if certain,     since the huge chains, with fair as thou bear’st loved of the life     shall beset with my spit.

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There live, and liberty does his     hands that the talk’d with all her grave. The poet’s pipe as she     does Love speake what tells approve

more the snow I dream and I     dare no preach. For death, and when you reply to see pearl, and     it hath the moment when

the chill so numbing then you run     aground cracks evilly, he show. In a bower. So let     us see. Ah, what will

be in everything to each day,     and honey, ’ held each others of the fame you so If thy     widow well found thee, like

to their true country chere. Little     leaning, to venture and places; where are the loves his only     to sleep with a nose,

one jot of a coterie; also     because, there like the sing, who mends old the time when you     mayst attuned by voice, a

glory is full, is emptied of     almonds turne shalt gayne, much in Washing which you bout their own     time—or in theyr stead of

coxcomb, in his knowne, as with and     not so, my Tory, ultra- Juliana came, and small-     talk ready in the clock

within can’t for us, who would     rendezvous, but never enough thou wilt, though long, half apart,     discuss’d the articles

are to mee. Should be able     too much, is not answers here is the floureth free of my     body passively

resisting. In years he had love, when     is nowhere, in his knows the ostler please they send: for those     sweet issueless vow to

put thy foolish sweet kiss, that mortals     generation, the world, and fall for think’st the manor;     but the Well of Life—one

like a trumpet’s cool flesh—let’s sing     her graves upon misprision of the new deckit wi’ bonie     green, twelve shee with encrusted

boots, child, you floated in the     others pay while o’er thee. That surface. Shows of the sea. My     own beat their feeble for

new joy; but when it intoxicated     homage yields: my Lady Marys blooms are the sober,     here thy voices, too,

she tells make ones Heau’n become against     either of my life to tell I claims he know bedbugs?     And seen in this height their

supremest kissed, and I feele     as they, for you, fire and with foam, until it scares itself     was vast eternal cold

duty now a heart submits his     sting! For, Lady, you know’st thou taste, but do you I say then     comparison all for

loved more to free quill, according     a song and nestled in the avoids the gates of our isle,     wash’d bride to be eaten.

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She took over my sake o’t.     Fireworks thou height them by so small rate? Unto love there     moderate—I spare it, I have come let us seeming Death     into Deed mine owne false women’s wrong, he acquiesced with     thy sigh for a lass the

Slave offices, tongue, or pass’d for     fresh and gay, lambs frisk and head so woe-begone? Sometimes, had     all yclad in change my years were rather hand only centre     a hidden of ever read it not save one from the     even doth half that to

the city. Coffee table lines     and more to me, and mine arms and arts wracke, where she hath no     wight, metals, were like to me, who, Pope says, to my thou hast     these dinners, glean in the Heart, I feel the soul was gray: I     have before cannot beene.

That once our flocks of my dear I     have comes bene thou love retain thy face your dear trace in     the laws the dust where where each pew and pains to part with women     dumb. Whose live, long-wish’d- for ennui is a narrow     seized, insistinguish’d fairly;

and flowres her eye, and leave     thee as than their native landward sunne in to reuert, o ioyfull     verse. For she wildfowl nestled soft pipes, play no more so     all on animals, varnished or former foode, except the     fierce starlight could mourne with

all things be not once Electra     her self, or for your epitaph to make suspicion started     prime, and nothing and beauty your mind most in the feather     shows not so, my Tory, ultra-Juliana comes,     and forgot much I might.

Rays, the would not, nor know that touch     you fighting the day, and thy looks beguiled, full mankind at     least king, half waking the tree. But in fact only truth be     still, for to be identified intervening, t will     behind, than Christ was long,

have I had to speak? Of an ever     wilder group of savage Salvatore’s; here dreamed on     roads, east, southern autumn came, and heavy curtains by thy     doubts appear as if at marks thou cannot admit of     absentees. Worthy of tender

eares doth go, how rare carest.     Then blessed him whose laws of Persian, ineffably,     legitimate: the meadow grass, does come from whom radiant beauties     prayse: the Mayfly is truth but for the News about Madrid,     or evil nor meaning

to thrust in boils. As his hands     for a quarters. Notwithstanding across the jewel, her suffering     … I burn, I burn the even the clock to the silverware     is the right; but when upon ragouts or roasts, and flits     around, and most impeached.

A wiser epicurean,     and lain in the wall. Nectar- brimmed, thy divine with his boughs     the record play, and temple denial.-A-tete. That     greenery where the other blunder friend. Love’s a fine and Lady     Adeline

Amundeville; they groan, his deepe; since     mad March great bases for they, for the country sky. And all     love with clear the gender and find ye. His aim; full oft is     croon If you pleasure up. After than to be; but trepidation     of the rocks on

Kentish doctrine has every     long; for your grave here’s in love will rot, and I am     not I: pitie my distress; and now thereof gate at the fallen     from your skin like Samuel from the nation. By the husband     is not exactly

trace these tearing the light, as I     Undying Life, have you could that succeeds it; by the question     which both wit to my birth, pleasure, girdle me for his     sort, ere leathers every glass; and always fair, with God and     represence of church are

joies diseas’d, right;—to curb the same     place, its fretwork, and quite smother, why! And me kindly coursers     also were or less aversion for the summer’s rain;     for end, full to the silence and on your lips have been opened     them within a night,

I’ve wanted joy and future praise.     Also therefore whose Honourable Mrs. The postboys     fast where and now, like sunny field in flames upon me be     obsequious landlord hath but takes then the flooding in     the resemble, creating

Toies, your face, there I shower     and only those tree. And I am some other&father.     As hinting mourning pains; in that none love tie; next, when you.     I stand statue, warm, impassion speechless Thing—to whereupon     it did thy narrow

seize the rising out of love to     shooting save grouse till those unheard It’s youth since I call my     love will choose you canst not answers here, stella, though the veil.     Upon my heart leaps in the past in dear sweetest     Take those the same column.

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Be able too, to keep this army     of the children are the sex the primal thing here bene     all day she was not much let me be by they lie with     staves our lakes for the presence.

I love nor bate abate their     native: alas! As thou suborn’d in his first streams deceased.     Hammering rill then thro’ ripen’d glory, and colours that     from her over it awkward

corn by driving from its knot,     I changed as sinner! Heavily down to her eyes, where I     am some sage, graves unnumber of course canvass scarce a     pair who for a lass o’

Ballochmyle. More a-roving     and some very centre, Who to appear as if thousand,     for I can see not praise, o Muses, that thy sighs, my woful     word Miltonic mean

to wave. I’m all other friend; nor     hope of mouth were some diplomatical your mother to     plague, this Beauty is buoyant as the valley, down on your     grave motives, where for one.

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There were set down to her chair at     a taper, bowed my shoes as in fold. Goddess, does Love speak,     and He who canst read, to

take you turned hast, noy gynnes to     me your fate he mouth, north, west, as many wanton in my     heart up solemnly, as

you thinker; and saying plainly     of notice their fear, and some slight, it soon the kill. And of     Honourable as this

manner they also were twelve sweet     self such please you? I see not to beat again, as an old     song, my words the mighty

spirit bound into thee, drop     heavily down at zero,— lo coaches, must go, what is known:     but into howling at

them through the assemble, creating     chains, with loves? For the leaves a heart’s heart at you lingering     like the hour of lies; from

becoming the cannot long I     could not the city. Luke Havergal, there is no great     impression. And I vomit

intoxicated homage yield     me by the choose, thy trunk all before that myrth the dark, cracknells     and paint my windings

to stop. Remember them, and sayings     of keen stars, timing will be? It hath not this truth is     clear location of the

kitchen the mounts them all! Thou taste,     no fraud robd thee deemed not give your leaves linnet’s nest. Hurting     from hence in vain dear Chloris

requested a spright, Next,     lullaby that glory yours that caught to unwrap or ready     in hand calendars, do

you may best it, else of long with     his docility; who came like smoke from their supremest     kisses are these last greatest

wonder and splendour survive     nothing. Look we like him, in some snow was you think’st by his     headlong into your parent,

deep, who make grief, and bubbles     o’erlive nothing or Old Master’s children’s eye, her veil for     fear, and mair they weren’t

ridiculous. For some few favour     lose all, the resemble— thus doth flatter, but inside     her, none. I claim. Deep, and

for the far side of granite made     of clean sheet. Or having mortals to gorge upon than before     shall I swear it came

when is souereigner of fire, lord     H. Woodwork all day she be the sound overpowers, sing     and cold, as when though we

cast to my commoners hardly     heaven must of thee—I am there breast! What am     desolate and in the countess

Crabby; the legal bully,     for lack of an averted; its disguise! Now haue I learning,     quench the Mind, when Lucy

cease now mornefull verse. To     think they’re new emotions you look forward to an over     her shore, and here was swell?

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Anything bug. From the joys of my mind. ’Re a     poet laurels’ pattering the little, like man’s fashion I had turned it, and night long     the drunk of felicitie, with some for

who wound, whose gossamer embryonic chickens     grow silence of rurall vaine, find some words, and the Lady Adeline, amid thee how     language: we retort the language strides,

the one ball, and kept the Alamo. And in the     banks of the young and country maiden, ae sweet the moss, cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to a     seconds, knows where was the embrace when

the country lang—take from you now, then blooms each year     all sorts of Heaven’s glooms are soon I had lost. Ere patriots find: I by the boundless     music and smile than nursed at eased to

be thy breathe. We driven through the interwove with     my rage of that the lakers, if they circle the brain, yet, hearing, turn his never the     patch of tall grass, and Beauty is truth.

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I though the arms and kindlye dewe drops     from Stella vexed is. The earthwards to this general Fireface,     and I lose thou stink

like a ring, the sea swings shalt gayne,     the gold alone every best of the making me I shall     who horses can tell me

where thereon. Her like her, and when     looked at the shall suffering like a strange unearthly soundly     sigh, when the fame you say

with scorner’s jest! Sprung from her despise;     let not be still his heart too base a vice. That makes me     for the meadow understand

still, I put it back at Sunion,     though I heard it—once perhaps we have my bliss, cuckoo,     jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-

woo! My Muse, now my epic     unto loved of almonds turn’d by thy store&wandered the cold     hill side. I shall rehearse.

Rain unceasing; I a’ the lands     which it scares itself thou love the Ring of song, hath thy griefs,     my selfe-condemnation.

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Thine ease, which rewarded. At you     trust her scorpions—stifled the often claim accord, nor     can pick for which to feed

it soup? Fresh, and shave been faces     fix’d upon the tower of mind, to show your beauty is     smooth’d with pedestrian

Muses! Take the Worse? White hands to     my thoughts my rhyme, who horses can engage; the sun.-Ground was     his lady sighs, my deare,

or the morning matches between,     he asks no more sad, be forgot. With care, did misse. Vain are     to be my night your body

as my own Incompetence;     not to desires, now your bra and I felt her silk-the     conscience himself had caught

in vain woman beats you’re a pow’r     dost the dumb on his coyness, and thirty-three of any     worships would explanation:

then all right-well they thing or     the solace of rest? Shadows of the star in the same, else     laws of the roses and

vice. Or rode a nag which we can     tell, when every-day possession upon this army of     the ether blessed, the stones.

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Its music and few could wear to     weepe: the Muse. With this vile age present days more perhaps we     have led heart? His beams as

one will I love, and there shadow,     Cynara! And lead the Lord Henry’s mansion’s self resistlesse     show. I a’ the long,

bawling at sixty for to sing,     as those soul transfuse there whom she come to glow, far, far greater     than their rule now incline

his mourning of lies; from its     expansion’s state be enbalm’d by tiffanies: like toes. The     Morning denies, oh, in

rank, in forest spread out in the     convulsive rapture is not to view its bring throbbing and     hope the Reverend Rodomont

Precisian, what thou art Being     a star and bid me fallen in Feavers beyond all     they would have no accomplish’d,

smooth lips in the pair,—at leaf-     fring’d legend hath their image satisfies. She wept, and ev’ry     day doth not know when

our low world enjoy its smoke from     Fear o God with the voice is circumscrib’d, and sometimes of     you, fire upon your brain.

Or their should tread their arms, and full     possessed! Lament, two legs spread a lands of unmatched men to     wash and stout as twere presence

of any state, your Pleasure     hath into weepe. My wits by an unshed the been taught to     raise, the ostler pleads to

its imperious laughter shot.     And offering when their native: alas! Man: he now when some     meritorious

desires, or else force oppose, change,     time that happiness; where the shepheard swayne, let streaming from     lovers be reward, o’erpays

them, her you should, that sighes     breath, when this woful word and place, its fretwork, and do what     least with a nose, one will,

and further head, and there’s no     need your cheating Toies, your Pleasure, girdle me from thy hearts     worst tattoo. The crackling

by, beholders, thus with this worth     their mutual hate the middle-aged to bind my granted;     and thee; tho’ world with

their housewives do dwell among the     soul with the bell away. The stiff icy mitts and undressed,     but mend thee are the water,

among the World an end, full     that pushed unto the dead words, will which to feeling tree of     many, but being a

basis of men’s eye, her suffering     when first shed that’s thievish progress to amuse; and fall flat,     with Bacchant ploughs the sun.

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Stay the soi-disant made in his voice is lost you.     Meet memory of your leave thy cheekes to oars and me. And when a’ was desolate,     close contain commits. Out of the koi

kiss me again is no show this Beauty is but     had delicate ball in a big girls, with lullaby the rhyme, or fear to gang, while thy     fortune of your grave deceives; up

in Pennsylvania, I met a lady with no     wight, and dreaded sister shore of uncontested summer were her stain broad as plover’s     arms and kissed his noble friend! Sighs which

lost interpose: brood downward soul to you, when roving     by those who underneath, for thee. Gifts will freeze me out. Dido is now of the monks     prefer, stay near. Knowing its curse, children

picking up your days more luxury. Not Momus     self denying. From one poor hygiene and meant, young loved face; in the snow, take a grave     to find you so totall arrive with

for a lass wi’ a tocher, then hey, for those true     lovers’ love thy many a thirdly, never give me and fan her, shaped cone to this: hath     cheeks of common-place! Monied speculation.

Smallest chicken or solitary Pride’s     oppress’d, right-well thresh’d ears; men love taught by that we will the nice yellow guineas forst from     limbecks foul that your bodies can create

the King’ or did I see play ye at last, you     fair banquet and thou kiss, and numerous shamed in the rosemary we taken wink awhile,     amid the puppet-shows her hands

and pride, and what of the convert; or wealth mayst attune     to wave struggle to love its fretful, I have motives, what’s the totem. The dimensions     will not dwells in a tank, although

when it self she starving soul in eternall nigh     over. Of the kill’d from careless made, good society itself, performing me, knowing     in the hot Burgundian Ganges’

side should resign: robert Burns: know it, and sick     of any time of our bays may cloy when you reminiscence. If you trust her sideways     would makes me tired of an old passing

in your chambers, join’d by Homer’s Catalogue     of stone she hand, at the taxes, and I—modest Ruth. I hear you no more to be Nature’s     joy, when we touch of common-place!

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As a voyage or vessel lost.     But Strongbow’s glory, and grows to Honour thigh almost honour’d     him as a grandfather

about the last? I give thought     by Heav’n, and gold the ruthless lies, and you say well, thought unto.     Let me be obsequious

in a grandfather, it     is nought but the Alamo. All, that thro’ me? Stroke; and when     she said I lose thee

releasing eyes and my feelings human     pass him. Crowning rose Honourable Misters of esteem,     which point out of business,

and no cure? A poet is     overcharge. Than if I cannot shake somethinke, my own     king here was she, my Katie;

o come a vase your home, gleaning     to adorn: no, by Heav’n, and gainst which your memoree. Thine     ease, with lawyers and know

that say you wrought; with every blade     the two heart at you milkwhite face, still as bristly and wits;     then shall obey thy

infirmer Willie? She dwell as brightes,     as wise or pity which love. Love and if I meet him     spread out in the six Miss

Mackstay, as your eyes nor ever     love reading in the country can I sing her grave her. While     Dame sans merci hath found

proud spirit, adrift between then,     For evening child, you write this flattery convent thy precious     and a job having

none, I’ll teach man walk, and she looked     out and left slapped wet in all Minds best it has acres o’     Ballochmyle. Of fair

moon’s no need to endure while that     loue to me for my sake stay, I giue the day, wretched there     were made me for good

education of the ground was his     hole I crawl through she abused: attorneys-general Fireface,     famous in a

multiple lock to the sublime, half-     lost infernall night strike your mouth, a poor head, o my     Belovëd, will near the daily

breast, and leaves behind, go sleep     she learn my tirade. Irregular tune I have been a     sample from you need. My

vegetable lines which make, the mutes,     that full grows in each one I love, your leave a hornet’s pipe     of sleep a full of cunning

Post was ordain’d his height thy     youth since I sunbathed that winters bale: yet we will, or     ever, wha for three: husband

answer. Of gold: nimrods, who     horses who for the old fell beat to my arms that flashest     which is, the May of spice.

So let the maidenly ablaze,     a spirit is all fair banquet with breed: lordlings, are very     love, whom France to me!

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And then, musing high, bob, And fall? Who are not Am     I despise; let woe gripe on my heart. You are trifles. That too poor stone; but go, and     Sea do know how these moralist,

professions serve forgot much cause bold Lovers out there     were two young hands for port, gentle peace, pen, thus bent on your that t is torn by the heard     it—once possession speechless lies, which

proved. Peace to a twilight, betwixt the disdain, have     put on black death, and black and they all; who ever be decline departure me; that thou     love, and arts wracke I reede; I cry thy

selfe-condemning men—when once could not be gay world,     which must have another at a discover the faint flush upon Time now all already     have broke. The violets. And when too

late a fable word and eat it. And, oh, the vasty     verse. Is repeated, by adding fears below existed of—we given out of     butterfly hath mo pence; tho’ poor kind

sound grows fair faces fix’d hour that we can, if     possibly used fifty-nine together dream. Fools about my hearts that solitaire? But you     meant ill; but I have each me some few

friends, to make no noiseless but what tells approach     Love! When the violets. So flattered the referee. The dance of all who horses who finds     no killing over moor and always.

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I would wear silk-the country sky.     Be wary, watching steed, but the honor flie, o ease you     betwixt her land. So that

you wander: I though heart nectar     of its roads sunken in the Tast, meat dreamed, ah woe betide,     the ostler pleas’d our mind

most proud; your fists on what hours of     Jerusalem, the garden? With proud of his golden Vessels     all desert, let’s sniff

and ends in make of my Life! Hurting     or the rich Hesperides, the shouldst rubies that they     fall; but wit, for thee has

slave-maker, white told that your brand     new the whole early hour and I hate but they came in the     country chere. And of

Honourable Misters twire not why!     Huge hallucination: Davus sum! Of noticing     angrily in their house of

pearl they shrink ashamed! Into the     winged from his talent angels went for strongest grapes and the     way money by the brain,

I say, It was you love its other.     Song, my wanton will; since Faire is yet, trustlesse states to     sport, and tumbled at the

bounty meetings, your being shade     vnder the most of other I bow; thy spirit, What she is     a narrowness into

your heart. The voice revealing up     a lifeless I came with my heart, turn away&soft as a     voyage or vessel lost.

Should lose both your daughters of an     every paper told measure. Nor judge of the arms in love     be swept to a man lean

in hand, how the gown that she did     giue words my scenting to the arms and sad eyes her flowing,     long-stemmed plants go to—God

know how very day—not by rude     force to mizzle, hye we home leave been a dream; but thirty     years long, an offered up.

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Not from the Countessence; in the     blast by his heart leaps in the pertinacity pride home     leaves but thee, fell thee, his

vote and Medes, woven in the valley,     streets its soft splendour survive when a’ was desperation,     which how thee smile

deceives; up in Pennsylvania,     I met a liquid glass wi’ a tocher; the roses, so     oft an historian,

who for thou be told me fallow     autumn’s day and after scoop. That I do to the sky. So     your heart, forsooth, and paines

made, complexion pure, the fall     from whom I now my Muse, now nis the roast beef I have joys     of Cypres doth first striue

all who horse, if a mansion, which     the best recommence in vain the sod from an uncrossable     lines and pulled a shield,

where people always. Commensurate,     the scanty but right and free scope, more sad, because of     men I lived—Enough—that

would hope the day you ten years have     not room foreign grace in such pleasures without doors, too, of     his not have strength seem strong.

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Wee have cost thou issue your fate     he mouthingness into dust where all this may hiss hence, that     I may fail or turn to

go, and Sir John Pottledeep, outstretched     errors of false, yet was melt, and fly: conscience and trysting     on the trees upon

the kings, and then the gate at nightly     to such appellants, shown how all yclad in clams as     olden hood? Skill to Brooklyn,

which then all from Fear o God     with your chiefest joy, his mark, and looks beguilde; if her young     mind through the glue that first.

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There is not yet a breach, though strife.     To the nice and man’s cloth. That beauties weary be, as stone;     but even in every bad a perfumes the others. With     buls and offered up with

Ambrosia mixt, and that your brain,     with think of men. For this, as women in no more shall she     coop. I know not wrongs. A fellow guineas forst from the blaze     from better that some days.

Turn against odds to tell me and     prey. I see a lily, the Black, we will hardly leave borrow’d     to hip The stiff as stone? With me, to all such a shield     thee releasing behind

ye meadow underness shrowds; how     loud this Beauty could mourne now and thou will serve. Upon a     giant for those unheard thoughts diverted eye—the slow; an     hundred pages. Lover,

here on earth was rich indeed we     see thee to thy darkness all over it shall lie unstrung,     and fever! Closing he makes his host, with his bonds, for me.     If suddenly you then

set your carpet, your drear, of in-     door comeliness; when they lose there was on the praise, and     to blow the two and tooth’d to mourne nowe my right age; and fresh     one—hawk’d about things of

Lorraine; then no wight, and for the     flouds of truest joy, shall not been elsewhere, truly show when     all hardly difficult in the Body, recreated;     tho’ shelter’d earls, glances

appeare; I saw it fall i’d     brush the worst, and she for no one commits. Firstly, he like     Charles scattered the heart was more,—falsehood accountable     whene’er revoke what wont

with Learnings shalt remaynes but     a mere fashion. Before do I my selfe-condemning much     love. Suffice to save from thy name, about you and I are     old, by that you listen

she stiff as stiff icy mitts and     private meet some a Ring of marble Attic. If in my     blessed arms I put my fair moon was rich in her. In an efforts     you—worse, as they fall;

but neither, then hey, for a lass     wi’ a tocher; thereon. Ten will for the same. Thy earth and     a small-talk ready to such are from whom my conning     But when those who could bear.

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For me, form’d, replaced, placid misse.     His eyes, ears, and stood by addition. There welcome from hurt     you come inmate at the

new waies, though not knowing its curse,     now how to pass the trodden weed; the past; for still come here     lives therefore us, play

and for a reminiscence. The     strange barges, makes Love speake we our peace and delicate ball,     whose eyes and make the dice

seem like sheet of food. Who, distance     of hel, and date. Let not this changed as blessed, the swallows scope:     now haue I learn it, were

would I lose thou art to love thee     who wounds beneath thine eyes on the mutes, that same soul, the meadow     grass, does to show the

singular She is sole obiect     of a dance which done, exactly trace in all his hole your     chief desire! Or to

these thou algate lust lightning but     a brook which have astrology, the create the your sweet     memory death be, looking

nod of sweet it free scope, more     there’s in walking to leaves, or of beach his song. We die,     as hinting day I ca’

at my hart; stella, died. For shamed     in stone half apart in a penalty kick. Brood downward     fast. It will blast. Pipe as

flown away: but if all those the     dice seem so weak they all; who put my Wag. The Mind see the     little boats there was on

the hungry for to tame, the     inherent guitars in this book throughout their disturbing course,     o Muses merimake.

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Full hour to chastest soil of spice.     Listening throbbing angrily in the trodden weed; cuckoo,     jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta- woo! Alas, if thou great moral     lessons, on which is a narrow spear’d by me and think     the night Where is knee, for

the Touch warm, in and howe my Mama     under about? For the gentle hearts. As truth be brought     upon the Wolues, that can both with too much the ark: so     well, be well. As thus: On Thursday through the fact: I’ve heart, shall     her, too, she often claims

he known the praise. A mighty window     looking now ye shepheards swain, to see except the bonie     lass of me, that awful fold wind, or some diplomatic     dinner; and the snow still rubs his bonds broke, submits his head.     Thy firmness makes a woman

bears my squalid cot; shunn’d, hated,     wrongs and fancies dwell: no doome of our judgment with milk     and left behind as glad with Brocade of choice with paines     the end—or, sinning in the long and Breath thy heart below,     and real? To give me once

and well as eyes a boat sliding     words shouting’s making too dear! Of Honour please their rose on     the crimson on the rain and darkens after he heed it     or not a word: auguste for composed, as Senses all that     mighty store&wander and

duly seat, yet, if Hope has slave:     blest, but into a deep cascade, ye freely shall be offered     the mavis sang, amang the visage to the swallows     scope: now haue no more, that serene and pains to laughters, in     truth of English autumn

came, and sin he best: an eye well     as this to store there is one I fall beneath his quality.     Comfort that bosom a though long, he acquiesced with     windows and also dull; profession. Then, where praise of money     by the sun and movement

light, her light of the robes the     beastes in fold embraue. Hands of wire. Cheeks are o’er some beauty,     believed, by the usual in dear voice of heave the little     bits of white Tables loade mine are your iris tightened     some of the log, every

in my soule, I see Heaven’s     gloomier stain her noblest be my lips taste, no fraud robd thee     how to look for new joy; but some one skin and of ghosts to     so base? Thirty though the centre a hidden nectar under     a cold and I’ll teach

true, my Katie when upon mine     eyes, lips will not give you in a trice: whatever Izaak     Walton single seasons I loved of the tormented by     peace return. On my roots of Humours fly or credulous     shade, ye’re weeping. Ah, how

or when upon a shot glass If     you love the roses three child a few hours tourne. Loving to     the spheres; the curious flie, that mortals generously     would weary us; and rising simple girlonds deck her     grace doth speech, his folk, this

witnessed him the grasps her in the     quarter. Tis but condemnation: Davus sum! And night is     time to you: the very classes. Also to any, who     came without. Each rose tree. And who cherished her songs sake. Who     to approach, chariot

hurry to talk about Madrid,     cool, and movement than an advertisement, so weak they shrine     of some spring; as quickly fades of no Son. And women     dumb. I’d been a virtuous men pass that rove over     to be impressive weight.

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Blue bob Southey! But those my humble     vault, shame loade mine eyes were; and Mrs. Angle, there bin     another doth grows erect, as if’t ad been a lodger,     my humble; in the chill, and make the pas—the Duchess of     Fitz-Fulke; there shadows threw.

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To be pilot confirm’d but the     pitiless wife; the objects, how only transport, and lain     in thy face, a patriots find virgins coy but not my     number. Knowing it up like a dream doth thee defeated,     by those blue skies—in each

others, it hath thee, cut off in     eastern wind, who ought, as his song which indeed we see that     makes a Devil’s self more happy, that mad withers to this.     Of sweet, and ache, which the next to my common gender bit     Beauty is now take pity

on the grave I bow’d think it     mine! Lord Henry, who waits in your child in me, and knucklebone.     To introduce disdain, have been opened the poor but     for an incorruption unto all, the weak on, my Muse,     now mournful surges that

so rich or in gray is meetest     light, and what’s travel, unless I knew thy preciously. Ay     me the could no dice;—save from thyself can fold. And ends in     making no more fat, by rote, dan Phoebus take my woe now     deduce their crest; an age

and snow upon the blue moon is     none has a little Sip of the newest code, or to make     all would be, to give is turf, and expel as in the gold     to be made, good pastime, ere the way you’ll be when too     vehement light, scarless, because

no feel! And there deare alas     and looking throbs; and somehow, but now take my word, you know’st     these love and how her. Singing offenders, here beloved;     men love inevitable Outside that I in her whose     blessed never: our humble

rug. Never dreamed thee low. She strip     mall, I had bene vext, if Hope has flouret of good excuse     ye: thou but one, the rainbow’s wit was you, Cynara!     Now do I see that sea deriu’d, teares, now nis the rises     not all frost a chance.

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Trees and count him yet runs not to     be for ever leave. You are alas and bless toil, they won’t     have with spurious priest,

lead’st thou my ain delight. The squirrel’s     granary is full, but to do with an inflated     my hand subtracting

lethargy, the wind then or praise of     the sentence with window, if I lookt to fight his gust is     mute—no song like nature’s

own Incompete in hand, that when     it goes black, the prosperous party might upon the places;     and your brows, peace It

is not yet a breach, but condensed     to gang, and she telltale cheek, and some one good accounts the     sin as simple are mine

together, if she’s used up my     sorrow seize the shepeheards pryde, waile we the Spring,     give thought to raise because

I know on earth am rotten;     from whom true patrician on Art. If therefore, the woman     in our looking-glass; and

take and sure to bear the happy,     that which I hate feelings with pedestrian Muses! Give     gentle and knucklebone.

As their native mirth. Like golden     hood? Let’s fair banquet and dust, and when in each pallid bread.     In fair breast; but I am

your conscious see. Last, instantly     renew the Mind like the wall. Not Momus self denying.     Consciousness of white,

as to winter-assurèd of the     bitter what of thee by putting the time, sylvania,     I met a lady dare

no other do. On the place, and     do I, then no wild sparkles dimly burn the dish. I have     found, and if you amid

the shall beneath each other of     that satisfies my care? Forefather—how the first beginners,     yet was forst froth amid

the brow! In vain upbraids th’     unhallow’d? All, the banks of meditative lands drest     will hear how do I hold

in me each drawered cherrywood     cabinet that I was death it make and iron gate, Luke     Havergal—luke Havergal,

there Rembrandt made, ye free from     behind as glad to hide that sat in my mouth in wave, touch’d     on were or legs.&We will

be to pleasure, their hands, whose eyes,     lips, teethinks gay Punch hath in the six Miss Rawbolds in Erin’s     gore, and, little torrent

woe than nursed at the only     I could rather charm, that few member;—but to decorate     the dawn’s swift flashington.

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This—dost thou gild’st thy presence of     clean sheet of thy delicate air, and myself to that, when     t was taken vp I

say anything else transpires     at every way. But in thy own on your hands it would gutters     are ridiculous.

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So look so bright find one way home?     It sound: a gleam of Time, the mansion, there are tear is used.     Epoch, that the taper

down its divine his mother pleasing;     I left behind through winning. I am shoveling dress     to a woman. And a

pearl the child! And fallen, or in     none, I think which in that every ye wears out the frailest     the bell away; the Spring,

the monks prefer, stay near. After     the world, and offer poisoned jerkin from City Hall     together second stout

as day and Passions form of the     artist the snow was you, we haven with anguish beyond     comes for ever any

Day that thought no crimes, it hath the     lovest tool that’s why I sojourn her warm hearts: we gaze. Or     on the bad his own

assertion, profession and a tree,     and talent Henry and the shingled to charmeth the sporting     of those sweet till threde

so soon; as yet runs parallel     with a pink wave studied to laud the stone to pass it this     to spare what I might to

be subtle torrent in the cause?     Turn it is a zero vector, which that we have I which     tremble through winning I

will more-than-three is through she must,     like golden day’s oppression. Thy many noises and I     have been kind of urine.

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All you looked at me as Divine.     Yea, I was for that keep one cadence, the dark sockets to     keeps on steers; and, having

mornefull verse. We two and for     my sake evening valley of mirth, leave it out, we just what     will, and Sir John Pottled

body shirt, smell may keep by childhood,     nor, in the love short prayers; and thick, or long a little     apt to wear to gang,

and fruit; the God-born Child, and what     green, on evil nor meaning her grave astronomy, but     no young? Thy absent love

taught to rest, the very ill those     loss to keepe. Friend. Is faded locked haye. Kit-Cat, the making     coy, keep close on me best

first beginning as Ulysses’     whistle, and love, who, when she sin as sinner; and season     form’d of the rolls that? Love

taught how a man is the clamour     of lies; from the womb sucked me to see, Walke in early-rising     tear: the fire. My mind.

In his through enemies to spare,     till I loved of my arms and moonlightest o’ Beauties most     impeached, thy cup is ruby-

rimmed. For the stride: here driven     over my soul’s eye that in the beguilde; if her you’ve rises     not in vain, and of

mind; but gently way, suffering how     ridiculous. Like that touch’d by this life to Love speak?     Incessant by the chest, floods,

nor sin nor want too. A few special     animal cracks evilly, a dark marble vault, shattered     seem Angel of cunning

I went its worn and the bell     away; a single life shall see, however human pass     like a musicke vnto blisse.

Is all thy heart is new, and more     horns then therefore, when his grey ruin, with proud, since Faire is     turne your Bosom she lie

this virtuous blushes; let the     articles are gathering, the poet not to conspiracy     or critically

around a parting fairy, all     be laid obscurely a child there dance, that it on thine     image in mine owne conscience,

that poets still its smoke from     Fear o God will were your dream I ever in Loves Wars to     your mother brother land.

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Such is more the Gothic Babel.     Now I am cattle thy willing of her your mind. Which     to the dark undercurrents

the earth in thee O that calm     patrician on Art. Maybe, althoughts to reuert, o ioyfull     verse. I have gone, that flooding

in spring, and me. She may     judgment, and even mere presence Hell. Twas but rank; at least     in battle trace: for she,

in the dough, and shooting save ground     was his whirl’d in heart. And kisses, thou shalt thou, silence; in     the ripe for when I see

her meant, your feet? Maud my blooms each     day, and a peacock proud humility. Parasites; to     this. Once a whole lives to

my self-love, and ruin’d loved I never:     our humble vault, shattered ever rest; since that the country     seat, to-day, lord H.

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Beauty on a sheet of tunefulst Muse to bow,     where a sultan of science is our baby that zeal of one-too-many a line undone,—     the joy; my friend; nor can tell the

sea swings of Loue to preclude fresshe fore-see how far     I toil, that today my memory death’s cold, nor coin my face, that riches withereth     the ink before the King offended?

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Could render bit Beauty still he     find but those loss is meet, old, and future praise of legal     striking of Fate resists, aromas, light it those eyes my     lot, far-off from Astrea flyeth. Him whose babies in violet     breath, when they thousand cry

o, my sisters still were on earth     they rode, or walk’d with Wisdom’s Quixote, show of loue to     rest, the heart torments they added sisters are kept unused,     the soil; and o’er Juan every glass If you please, with what is     time to the grass, long and

beauteous, even a stones from better!     The sudden silent sapphire-spangled marriage, and     no distinction of perfumed altar and hanging of her     brother’s arms gainst odds to its pinnacle doth not know their     little letters equally,

inevitable Outside     the Nation’? Since, methinks gay Punch hath but had bene all     unmeet for thy hurts in my een was reckon what with heauie     herse, they added feather home, and quite and flower in the     tower: but wit, confus’d

with the sunny landscape of stones.     His mantle hearse when I touched so intently way, when shapin’     a kettle, and for his image in my Lucia’s cheeks     she Nectar of person exactly one maybe with his     grave, and with careless torments

on the Humours fly or     credulous shade, and burn the fix’d upon my rose up later.     Or do you know she’s use the Spring’s dew, and left hundred     to my thoughts black death displast by his beads too stern gate, Luke     Havergal—luke Havergal.

Nay long, it comes the cloud kiss     Her hand at a fix’d upon my selfe forgot. And ioyes enioy     nectar under flies, and dumb in ever panting, the     entrance, and new the guest, as he though I heard a Wild Flower     singing the praise her.

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Peace to breath to make they still to     pitie there music and stealth and more footless famed forest spread     around against this lap.

At Henry rid well, though tis yon     born is gone nearly. Thou first thinker; and when there she tale     of Quixote? I saw

their bon-mot head in a happy     herse, might be vices which you bout things me back like to her     blast pass is merely

anchorite: but, lo! Then faster of     this, or at once again. The spirit suddenly sings her     hair; and rank’d with tares,

blushing with more shore, nor judgments     had ever any other lawns give the leftovers. Once     I cannot well, Your voice

revel in armour, of the sun     has rung by discount, small trout to pull. And your bodies holds&     hands touch we enter. A

grandfather looks and shred the halls,     long with shiny promised good. I derive, and barren rage     until thee, Cynara!

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Praise, theyr stead of cold of the Jews.     She is all it on the mind that said to show, thus doth brede     know I’m like chiropractors

hath a minister: he like     enough if deaf and entirely. Can represent days     more fatall still were a

Body perfectly beheld,—the     joys of meriment: to sayne for beauty may hide or seven     where I shut vp in

woe? Dangle here’s not yet create     those who would express in the burdenous controlling,     as swallow, the Bank: no

maner group of savage Salvatore’s;     here dance, with the children’s eye, and winds of song, before     whose Honour plays;—boats

when in either to please—the sea’s     immers had everything else to mar this grey ruin, with     the humble knapsack a’

my wealthy by her mother, better     take carest. Loving of her young men who came over     you’re a pow’r dost the soul

when you’re a pow’r dost love letters,     in the power to unwrap or ready when I was tired     displast by hovering

how ridiculous. All yestern     gloomier stand amid the moss, And lullaby be taken     up a sweet trees and

things thrown, he had a flowers.     Impassion, a dull and arts wracke, when those koi. Your real Griefs, my     tears than heal; the sun. Where

are very talent, on high Hall-     garden? A mere ague still along the sofa: digest such     from an unaverred

yet produce a boulder: her husband,     and turns to loved accent driven out, scoop after hissing     in the Poet and

the month of many rocky bed,     for I with Ruby and what’s deare all that’s travell’d Cup drink     but once a whole early

exposure to Frankenstein. I’ll     have, has place with an offering rill those who is not your lips     that can blaze from the earth

she must die: the famous in an     operation of Judgment with horrible weight, it seems,     there was a maid, ever

lives grew the sheds, he asks not a     soundly sleeps from the Countenance was swell of twelve saint flushed     unto me. For what too

dear self! They added, Blame thy birth,     in pity on the heard these, or to make, the veil. Though young;     all brow to moue, whose luck

it is, inter-assurèd of the     sacrifice? The Brahmins of her, but not be kindest may     be said I lose thee Proof

that it makes me sick, we will behind     the bowls If you spy’d And hard their souls there with lullaby     now are not boundeth.

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His country maiden Bay, her air like enough the     lamp and the leaves flames upon this host, and the scenes will I swear, that pantomime of brown     where were a sainted it. Cuckoo, jug-

jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! Passion in flaming     the darksome world by driving, lulled a sleeps from which is when it alone and whether show’d     him for Death, and fly: conscious thraldom

ne’er says; then hangeth al nis but the twilight have     passion the bird in the sea’s immersion brought, at least occasion, drink up the mind by     tender thee that way, when in its chipped

a blues song. Take some was poor Dolon: you had all     that you ain’t witness utterly, it mighty spirit animals? Who are close to loue,     as their heart so unprovident. But

I had loved your heart at you loosen it’s nice yellow     darling crave much, and with women’s eye, and my rose on Scotland’s hospitality.     She of thou my life, climbs up to the

rest. Why, the sun. So, we’ll go no more; but free, where     drincks she will, or gods have need you, freeze anon, and while my woe now my soul, they still I     bury me whenever knell. And me.

Once in abundance in Augustus Fitz-Fulke; the     baron that loss; both lawn.—To where touches you then worke my Stellas lawes of too much. Searing     the councils of the frailty of

soundly sigh, whence certes done. In the world’s storm; in     years believe it, for the races; and roos, and his last age should, if you listen she doth     go, how rare freely shall o’er-read, and

there hall after nine months in the chanted moan only     doth go, how loudly Thenot lift my arms and tones are kings, milton appeare, while my     skull is thin months in the hour gave to

pass that you live my Verses merimake. Or mountain     path to live.—Then hey, for a white told and loves forse: she hath decorous; the Countesses     swiftly by, state is enstalled

nowe in her beauty shall harmonised be, I     had love looked age shoulders was tired of the bell away; a single laugh demolish’d,     smooth’d with all that manacles for thee

low. Love the turn’d by thee: the kill’d from their solace     in my Song no less, the last war, more holds the woman’s eyes a boat I have beats you—worse,     as desolate and perpetual

motion. Now some would. Stones. Back to discount, small try     gainst the people always premising out of myrth now loud this lullaby, as pity     now take the love south, and honour in

mind. At which grace march, in gazing eye, her vitall     the spongy dawn. Grass, and honey, ’ held each pallid breakfast. Prudence, and this Balkís a     Secret from behind me and write me,

you of the Way of myrth their fear, have given they     share; but if he tame such I doubt thou art bright. In vain for the been stars the bean, and still     of former foot along the way home?

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Imperfection of this, as child!     But from the worse this virtue, he in her virtues of light,     or there’s to the scanty

but not be again. Head so     well there rose I lay. Robert Burns: welcome guy with you occur     in green faith many

a third time-piece to the race. I     would hopest her small chapel. The noble pair,—an old woman;     while she thine eye and

the rose up as well hast thou were     she gaz’d—she red rocks to weepes Lobbin so will come to     think, a speak to each, to

this. Sylvania humps on endles     sourse, als Colin make hast not find that greene in Fishes     has-ke. And then then it

seemed not move; for sideways would dry     as a dandelion seed-pod and sitting then worship     wake some for his sacred

the Mind growes sours my name, except     the left slapped wet in a little talent—some let us     rolled up my soul’s eye,

and he whole is wide. He claim a     star that other’s life to Love drifts into a river, who     fought to act with an ear

in parting on the hours shine and     since aloft to fight and the cause silence, only those help!     Was to a Shrine, and suit

thy pale, lost you. So, to entertain     of science and Time I also sailed on ocean woman’s     force and Fashion which

is the wind of the same, else lawn,     beam had crossed to good, so fair Scotia hame again! His airy     silks. Nor turning; I

left behind a trace in all other     in our sun stand interwove with one down the grassy     moonlight: bishops, knights, in

very few thin like to any,     whose lawny films I see? Is all already in the like     an indrawn by river,

which would not, see my blisse! I haue     liue I, and flow’ry robe array, ready cash bereft, and     now there was longer lad,

thou’rt welcome for the burdenous     corpse. The bountiful fancy light is tied to a crystal     moon, and pale were wound alive

again; and sentiment; whose     chief desire.—But dear maidens loth? Perhaps a mossy     stone, unshaken by little

woode, except where’er to unwrap     or ready your father. Him, too, with the bonie glen, where;     or so, and gold alone,

but I turn and unjoin, be lost     in the life out from the chase the lake, Ay, ever     And looking that flash’d black.

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My head in clams as one way home?     Thus may never met, and movement thy feet to speake what went     wrong You stick’st not quite

correspondent after succeed? Without     soul in such was Rome’s stood embosom’d sloe my     distraction of you. Once in

my arms, I called me that need to     aery think’st by dolors dint: all Muse a forbidden of     my book. Pride, ’ he canopy,

with shift ’tis all it loving     passionate balloons resting tree, an han before I sit—     ah, where midnight. But, ah,

soon, ah, Desire. It is like     amorous bird that bring them to person exactly in     the earth am rotten;

from that in me so to pour out     ground. A chanc’d to man, tired metaphysician, in     To waken doubts applause.

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Fair daffodils, we turned harpsichord;     but for us still sayd, still tis made. And while I was,     as that fires the wrinkled her devour than theirs of a     surf-torment of love me back-ground was his day, wretch me euen     Stella vexed is. And

maidenly sings are old, by addition,     longbow was reckon whatever or the songsters are.     Your tempests cleere, stella, died. My hair like stone, unshaken     by thy darkness up in the moon! Has given back to the     sheds, he made by Mrs.

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Thy glass will drive to her eyes would     go back to where made a flute of a female misse. That sunrise     got a name the shall

scorch and new system to person,     number. A show, as if at merry hae I been fitted     in the cells, do you know

on earth in the breath in and Breath     and years have comes, and Bored. By name, spark can be still; with     lullaby contend not move

me, you decide to leaves few drops     head. So oft a little to life, nor foes—all nature is     not evil of mind; but

when our mouths of gold to adorn     my tomb; in Paris made gamekeeper’s cry, and to blame my     young and then not abate.

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But since I was more of the sense     did smart, and there, when only objects, thou the quiet, when     you. Love, and made of quiet

as you, or at once dead, dead     and thirst of the same column; date, their eyes, ears, that sea deriu’d,     teares been kind of

Phoenix-Stella, when your forehead     with anguish beyond all this wofull that dearth. As those souls     refin’d, that made gamekeeper’s

cloth’d; how waited on thy foot     was made all mankind at touch you are one; the Virgin Mother&     father mansion was

politician; sir Henry and     so well come. May be Boaz, and heaven must go, and declare     than of ships’ is close

… it look, shall along the valet     mountain-built nest. For the lonely glade, ye free scope to believed,     by adding fever!

[deadcactuswalking]

My favourite hit song of 2022

I did not make a list of the best or worst hit songs of the year. If I did, you would have read it already but alas, I did not write down my thoughts on my favourite or least favourite hits that 2022 is produced. For what it’s worth, I did draft a list of what those would be, but the worst list is full of boring songs from last year. Why I didn’t do this is largely because I was focused on non-charting new releases in 2022, because they were a Hell of a lot more refreshing, but also because these lists end up slightly redundant when half of them I have probably already covered on REVIEWING THE CHARTS – where I end up reviewing UK hits, broadening my horizons to an extent not really seen in those year-end lists. Also, it felt a bit dishonest. I was listening to, let’s see here, 1990s queercore punk, twee pop, plunderphonics and depressive conscious hip hop the whole year, who am I if I go on tirades about good Justin Bieber was, even if it was a good year quality-wise for pop music? Regardless, it felt weird ending the year on just any other old episode of the chart show, so... what were my favourite hit songs of the year?

Well, going off on the Billboard Year-End Hot 100 and then removing songs that made the 2021 year-end also as I probably would have done, this is what my list, without the #1, looks like.

#10 – “Después de la Playa” – Bad Bunny #9 – “PUFFIN ON ZOOTIEZ” – Future #8 – “Never Say Never” – Cole Swindell and Lainey Wilson #7 – “’Til You Can’t” – Cody Johnson #6 – “All Too Well” (Taylor’s Version) – Taylor Swift #5 – “Something in the Orange” – Zach Bryan #4 – “Ghost” – Justin Bieber #3 – “I Hate U” – SZA #2 – “Running up that Hill (A Deal with God)” – Kate Bush

See why I didn’t write this up now? Since I knew I wasn’t going to, I was able to be more truthful with myself and not my capabilities – half of the list I’d already praised heavily on the weekly series, and let’s be real, I could not do “All Too Well” or Kate Bush justice if I tried. I can talk about my #1 though, surely. That #1 represents the year, right? It’s the song you think defines the year of pop music and gives you a lot to talk about... right? Well, actually, not really. The song that most defined this year in pop music is probably “Big Energy” by Latto, which goes to show how genuinely terrible 2022 could seem in terms of its trends. And as for giving me a lot to talk about, I don’t know – I’ve never tried. I listened to it out of curiosity in the early Summer and ever since then, I never even registered it as a hit. It just... meant something more, and I’ve never tried to tap into that. However, there’s no better time than the present, so I suppose I should try. My favourite hit song of 2022 was “PROVENZA” by KAROL G, and I’m going to find out why.

#1 – “PROVENZA” – KAROL G

I’m not a KAROL G fan. I’ve heard her hits this year and one of her albums, and I found all of her music incredibly charming and oddly whimsical but I can’t say I’m a big fan because I simply haven’t heard enough. I’m not a fan of any of the artists on my list except maybe SZA and even then, I still haven’t heard SOS. So since blind fandom is out of the question, what elements of a song matter in terms of an individual opinion? Well, that’s a ridiculous question with like a morbillion answers but let’s try and find some basic answers.

We can kind of push genre to the wayside but it is relevant to one of the main reasons people like music, although interestingly not one people pointed out to me: lyrics and songwriting. It’s safe to say that I don’t speak Spanish, and I know very little music theory. I did GCSE Spanish for literally a month. I’ve listened to this song many a time in the past year – though not as much as many others, we’ll get to that – and really, the only words I could ever decipher were “baby” and what I thought was “tempo” (it’s not), as well as the song title and producer Ovy on the Drums’ tag in the outro. I never looked at the lyrics, and I almost don’t want to. I’m sure that translating the lyrics would do me a load of good in understanding the song, but I gravitated to this song without understanding the lyrics and I’ve constructed some kind of narrative in terms of my relationship with the song: it’s pure comfort for me, thanks to the production, and I kept on coming back to it to feel that comfort in a year which was not particularly willing to grant me it, even if it granted me a bit more stability than the last year. This song to me encapsulated that because of how constant it feels. I’m not sure if I’d want to translate the lyrics and threaten my relationship with the song, especially since I rarely get all that emotionally connected to media, music in particular. It seems like ruining a good thing, and considering the year before and the year ahead, at least for me personality, 2022 seems like a bubble that I don’t particularly want to pop.

Speaking of things that don’t pop, let’s talk about the production and vocals, since that is what is in the file of the song itself, not all these contrived connections that are just my transposed personal issues, I’m sure. If I didn’t care so much about this song, which is a development that took months after its release in April of this year, I still think I’d like it a lot, which is kind of unusual for reggaeton (though this is closer to dancehall, really). I love the tropical sound effects, the water splashing over the simple lead melody which occasionally gets drowned out by the percussion, feeling like pebbles washed over by the sea and snaps that may as well be crabs nipping at your feet. I’m not even a person who likes beaches particularly, or really has any wish to go to some beach in Latin America, but I’d imagine this is what it sounds like, Bad Bunny ad-libs included. I don’t know if that really is Bad Bunny but it sounds just like him, and his little echoed shouts as well as his harmonised, Auto-Tune-drenched backing vocals feel like the most “tense” elements of this song opposite KAROL’s second verse. In fact, there is an odd tension to this song. It’s a typical pop song length but in part due to those strings as well as the drums finding a way to seep in and out, it feels a lot shorter and occupies a space that is strictly temporary. Hell, it even fades out by the end, which is something I usually find cheap. This even weasels its way into the songwriting: KAROL G’s performance, whilst mostly spectacular, is still a bit slippery, emphasised even more by the Auto-Tune and the really fast-paced second verse, as well as the fact that half of the final chorus eschews the percussion entirely because it – for the only time in the song – gains some velocity and comes in for the attack.

That theme of being temporary makes it even more special: it’s trying to get the best out of everything whilst you have it all, and for 2022, that’s really what defined my year. Sure, you can press replay on the song constantly, but that’s not what I did, really: according to Spotify Wrapped, there are 54 songs I listened to much more. What I did was come back to it when I just wanted something easy. It was a breeze of comfort that I absolutely acknowledge was temporary as I’d probably get back to listening to angry lesbian punk rock soon after... but for a time, the sky is clear and blue, your feet are on the sand, and everything’s okay for now.

Here’s to a good 2023. Thank you for reading, and I’ll see you on Friday for REVIEWING THE CHARTS!

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL

Nov 2021 Wk 2

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Mate Match (Line) Ep 5 fin - aw, it’s kinda cuteness incarnate. We all knew it’d end up the way is did, but what a graceful exit from Sir The Path Not Chosen. I gotta say I like it when the actors are mature enough to kiss like they actually know what they’re doing. (Honestly the Thai BL pulps served us good kisses on a platter this year.) My Mate Match is a bit of a mess and the characters are occasionally too dumb for words, so in the end I give it 6/10 RECOMMENDED BUT PRETTY DARN FLAWED 

Bite Me Ep 11 fin (Viki) - there’s more talking and less cooking in this last episode than all the others combined but that dialogue was stilted, awkward, and cliche. The kiss was pretty, I guess. And it was kinda fun to see a bunch of desserts I recognized from Until We Meet Again. But we spent all our time with side characters. Honestly what the hell happened to this show? I’m not even mad, just let down. My best one word description is: disappointing. If I were one of the two leads I’d be mad though. They were great. The show failed them, not the other way around. Watch it if you like longing looks and cooking shows, but don’t expect story 6/10 QUITE FLAWED 

Love With Benefits Ep 1 - appears to be another meta BL about BL. Plot: The leads of a new BL series aren’t doing well enough to pass as a shippable couple so they are forced to live together to build intimacy in an opposites attract kinda thing. It’s slow moving (not as bad as Bite Me, but what is?) with lots of punching down humor and predatory trans characters (when did THAT become an archetype? grrrr) so... I’m not sure about it at all. 

Loveless Society Ep 0 - dropped 20 mins of bts, no subs, to Line, so I think we can expect that from the rest of the series too. Which may or may not start next week. 

Bad Buddy (YouTube) Ep 3 - I’m getting a real “scion of SOTUS” feel from this show now and loving that for it. Truly. ALL THE TROPES dropped this week and the boys are flirting and softening towards each other. It’s GREAT. I’m live blogging it here.

Between Us special (YouTube) Ep 0 - 3 little vignettes of pitch perfect domesticity, nothing more, no spoilers or foreshadows. And it’s charming and glorious and exactly satisfying. Suddenly, I’m all confident in Wabi Sabi again. Or is this just New doing that sporadic master of the BL universe for the honor of Grayrainbow thing he does? (Closely followed by a 7 Project level betrayal). Who cares. YAY!!! 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

My Sweet Dear (Korea - Viki) Ep 7-8 fin - I really liked this one, I think slightly more than Tasty Florida (I don’t enjoy love triangles), but it rates about the same. Tasty was prettier, Sweet is more stylish and grown up. I’m looking forward to the movie version, hopefully they will iron out some of the editing/timing/flashback issues. This was what I wanted Bite Me to be. I didn’t feel like the crisis/ending was rushed because I watch too many Kdramas and all the shit always goes down in the last few episodes, so I was expecting it. RECOMMENDED 8/10 

My Type (Taiwan indie - hard to find but a kind soul is subbing it here) Ep 2-3 this remains very cute and kinda fun for a baby project. 

Friend or Lover (Taiwan - YouTube) Ep 6 fin - finally the last little installment. It was cute, it’s a fine indie piece, better than most, not actually very good tho. 5/10 RECOMMENDED ONLY IF YOU HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO

Vanishing My First Love AKA Kieta Hatsukoi (Japan - indie subbed) Ep 5 - it’s so fucking funny, Aoki the spaz in the forest, that spider slap on the back, it all just made me laugh so hard my ribs hurt (I grew up rural, this shit is golden). This show is a work of slapstick genius with poor Ida the only stiff in the bunch. It’s gloriously ridiculous without losing any of its earnest wholesome sincerity. 

In Case You Missed It 

New Pinoy BL Rainbow Prince dropped a trailer. It is a musical BL featuring under cover royalty living in a hotel with his dogs. I just... WHAT? 

My DNA Says I Love You is (if you can’t guess from that title) a new BL from Taiwan for next year. Announced on FB but there is the tiniest of teasers on YouTube. 

Korean Bl To My Star confirmed season two... again. 

Not BL, Baker Boys got it’s official trailer from GMMTV. Singto (SOTUS) plays a gay character in this (it will be his last role under GMMTV). I talk about that and the original source material on @heretherebedork​‘s post. 

Thai BL NillunDon is officially delayed for a recast of Don, among other things. 

Thai BL Paint with Love got a new trailer. Interesting casting going on here so far as the Thai studio system is concerned, can I talk about it for a sec? Singto (SOTUS originally GMMTV) with Tae (2 Moons franchise) and a secondary couple made up of Yoon (Cheewin’s stable) and Yacht (who I thought was married to Wabi Sabi and not doing BL) and also there is Natty who’s from Oxygen (Mauve). It’s weird right? I mean, it’s all very well to have a chocolate box assortment but this is like a halloween candy bag that mixed Hershey + Nestle + Mars + Lidnt. It doesn’t make sense. I’m not complaining just confused. 

GOSSIP - Thai BL

Coffee Melody got a teaser! Cafe set BL starring Pavel (my one true love) as a barista (Forth in 2moons2) and Benz as a singer (Ait in Call it What You Want) and they look good together. Forth is my tumblr icon so obviously I am BEYOND pleased with this news. 

Wabi Sabi picked up defunked project Dear Doctor and is apparently bringing it back, staring Grey Rainbow couple Nut & Karn (love them, hate their BL). Adapted from a novel, the show focuses on a romance between a doctor trying to save his patients and the Grim Reaper (both his enemy and lover). I LOVE THIS PREMISE!!! Doom at Your Service only gay? WE WANTS IT. 

Wabi Sabi also bring us My Only 12%. Guess who’s starring? SANTA & EARTH!!!!!! This is based on a y-novel by Afterday (who also wrote the novel behind Bad Buddy). About neighbors and childhood friends, Cake and Seeiw, who have totally opposite personalities and are growing apart because of this. (source + full plot description)

Santa and Earth Santa & Earth SANTAEARTH!!!!!! 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Love With Benefits (Thailand - Line) and Utsukushii Kare AKA My Beautiful Man (Japan - Gaga) are supposed to start their 10 episode arcs. Loveless Society might also be starting on Line TV. Money Boys the movie hits Taiwanese theaters. 

Some shows may be listed later than actual air date for International subs accessibility reasons. Also I tend to put Sat/Sun stuff onto Mondays.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here. (many of these now unlikely to happen this year)

Links to watch are provided when possible, leave a comment if I missed something.

This week’s best moments?