#and of course he says he stopped and hed pay us all back the money he owes yadda yadda

[tittyinfinity]

My sister's ex boyfriend rode his bike up into our yard, flipped the table, and rode off.

I can't handle any more bullshit, dude.

[the-hate-keeps-me-warm]

More than a memory

Sorry if this is formatted really horriblly I finished this up on mobile I hope you like this there’s about 2 paragraphs I cut of ruby nerding out

Once they got to Vacuo oscar was sorta unofficially a huntsman now laws are a lot looser here so he’s been saving quite a bit of money from going on missions after team rwby and Jaune came back it was weird they were only gone a month but so much had changed the merge was almost finished he could feel it every day he felt less like himself he didn’t even object when Theodore called him oz anymore he and ruby weren’t as close anymore whatever happened wherever they were changed her he got bits and pieces from Jaune and yang but the others kept quiet he knew that he’d be gone soon so he wanted to leave something for her kinda like proof that they ever met in the first place so he was now standing in a vacuan market at 12 am alone with a lot of lien on him this was probably a bad idea but at one point he heard ruby ramble about this gun shop that they were the best at what they do so he called made an appointment it just so happens they prefer to see let’s just say unofficial clients at night he knocked at the door it read “bikal bullets” it opened and an old owl faunas man opens it his large yellow eyes are piercing “hello mister pine headmaster theodore told me to expect you” oscar rubs his hands together “yes mister bikal he said to come late” mr Bikal leads him inside on the walls hang dozens of expensive weapons “so mr pine what are you looking for” oscar took the blue prints out of his bag and set them down on the drawing table “um im looking for something custom built its for a friend” mr bikal takes the blue prints and examines them “these are pretty impressive mr pine did you draft these yourself theses yourself” oscar nods “mostly i had a little help with the math part of it but the mechanical stuff i did myself” mr bikal nods “something like this will cost a good amount even with the discount you get for being school staff” oscar nods “do you have an estimate on the price and how long it'll take to make” mr bikal snaps his teeth “around 12000 lien and 2 weeks” oscar nods he had 140000 saved up but he did want to buy some more things for the others “alright i can uh i can afford that” mr bikal goes over to what looks like a drawing table and pins them up “i will start work immediately mr pine you make your payment on completion if you desire the school has credit with me the price includes 3 magazines and a case so that will also be custom made shall you pick it up or would you prefer its delivered” oscar stands uncomfortably as mr bikal starts measuring out pieces of fine metal “ill pick it up dont worry” mr bikal nods and says “alright mister pine your can go now its not a good look for a young man to be out so late especially so close to the red light district” oscars face gets red “yes of course” oscar leaves and walks back to the academy sneaking back into his dorm room was easy tho nora did pester him about where hed been he had left a note saying when he would be back for the next 2 weeks he kept a poker face nora helped him set up his bank account so the sudden spending of 12000 lien did give her pause so she decided to ask him about it

He was sitting on his bed reading some Treatise about some long-forgotten subject she knocked on the bedpost and he looks up “hey Nora did you need something” she sat at the end of his bed “hey what did you spend 12 thousand lien on” he hides his face “please don’t tell anyone it was on something for ruby” she smiles “ah young love I was worried that you wouldn’t make your move so what kind of thing sets you back 12 thousand it’s something big right” he nods his head “its a gun i-i had it commissioned for and it’s not really cause I’m trying to make a move or anything it’s more like a going away gift” Nora frowns and shakes his leg “where you going taking a vacation or something” he feels tears bite the edge of his eyes “Nora the merge it’s soon I know it won’t be long until I’m gone and I want you all to remember me but her especially I don’t want to be just a memory” he struggles to keep the tears at bay but nora pulls him into a hug tighter but somehow softer than her usual ones “hey you will never ever be just a memory you will always be you and even if your not you'll always be one of us we all love you so much” and then the damn breaks and he sobs into her shoulder “i don't wanna go away nora i want to live i wanna go to school see my aunt again” she rubs his back and says “i know sweetie you'll get to do all that ok i promise” he sniffles “nora i need you to do something for me if i do disappear ok i need you to go back to my aunt and tell her everything ok it can't be oz ok don't tell her how to find him it won't make sense i'll just hurt worse i dont want that for her” she nods “i won't ever have to do that ok but i promise” she holds him until he stops crying and they take a a a nap they always helped him calm down

Finally, after a long 2 weeks, he goes to pick it up when he goes inside Mr. Baikal shows him the box it’s a beautiful dark red mahogany wood he opens the case and looks at the pistol inside its silvered handle and barrel were beautiful he’s almost afraid to touch it the engravings were perfect exactly as he had drawn them if not better the moon and rose he had designed look perfect he takes it gently in his hands he looks down the sights the night sights glow a brilliant carmine red he looks at the magazine even it was of an amazing quality everything down to the smallest detail was exactly as he pictured it he sets it back into the case “thank you, mister, Bikal it's absolutely perfect” Mr. Bikal smiles and nods “I’m glad everything is to your satisfaction Mr pine if you find there is anything wrong with it or you want something changed everything I make comes with a lifetime warranty the paperwork is in the case as well as a certificate stating that I am in fact its builder” they shake hands and oscar takes it home in his bag he excitedly gets back to his dorm he sets it down still in his bag on his bed now all he have to do is give it to her

He sits on it for a few days but finally decides to just give it to her oz has his reservations about this but decided that oscar deserves this to maybe say goodbye in his own way

Ruby was going on walks around shade it’s something he noticed so he waited for her to go on one of those walks it was cool in vacuo at night the air was nice compared to the oppressive heat of the day she was meandering along the walkways he followed behind her a bit the case hung heavy in his bag even tho it wasn’t heavy at all after a while she sits at an old wooden bench overlooking the gardens he approaches and she perks up “oh hey oscar are you going somewhere” she says pointing to his bag he shakes his head “do you mind if I sit” she shakes her head “no go-ahead did you need to talk, something about Theodore?” he sits down on the other side of the bench gently setting his bag between them “no uh no I just uh I wanted to give you something” he opens his bag and takes the case out holding it out to her she takes it “it’s not my birthday is it this looks really nice you didn't have to do this” ruby says smiling “well i've been wanting to do something nice for you” oscar says rubbing the back of his neck she lifts the top and gasp gently lifting it from its case “oscar this is this is amazing” she drops the magazine and pulls the slide back making sure its clear and runs her hand along the engraving her symbol etched into the left side of the grip “oh thanks i uh actually designed it myself oz helped me with the math” she looks at him her eyes wide “oscar it took me 8 attempts to successfully design a functioning crescent rose gun design is really hard how long did you spend on this” oscar blushes “the idea kinda started in atlas i was gonna ask you to help me make one so i wouldn't have to rely on my cane but everything happen and when you were gone i kept messing with the idea and i kept thinking about you so i kinda ended up designing it for you more than me eventually do you like it” ruby scoffs “oscar do i like it i love it its probably the single greatest gift anyones ever given me” he smiles wide “really that makes me really happy I was worried you wouldn’t like it” she sets it back gently into its case “really Oscar it’s amazing you have a knack for design your gonna have to show me the draft notes and everything cause this is this is amazing I can’t wait to shoot it this is wow” she chokes up and he leans down “ruby are you ok” she nods wiping her face of nonexistent tears “no worries this is just really cool and sweet and god your so amazing” he felt his heart flutter and his cheeks heat up “the guy who built it that bikal guy you talked about was just as great as you always said” she puts a hand on his shoulder “are you telling me Hephaestus bikal made this Oscar” she says seriously “uh yeah why is that bad” she kisses his cheek and squeals “oh my god your amazing this is now even better god I could die happy wait his rates are insane how did you afford this” still recoiling from the kiss he bites his lip “uh huntsmen work” she narrows her eyes “how much did this cost Oscar it had to be expensive” he shakes his head “not telling it’s a gift you don’t need to worry about it just enjoy it” she punches his arm “I will but I am going to repay you for this somehow ok” “you already did” he says quietly he says rubbing the back of his neck “ruby I don’t really know how long I have left and I would like to spend at least some of it with you I understand if you don’t I know it might make it harder when I’m gone bu-whoa” he’s pulled into a hug she pulls his head into her shoulder and holds him tight “I wanna spend more time with you too but you will always be Oscar ok oz is oz you are you” he sighs and smiles “see what I mean by paying me back”

[voidselfshipp]

La Mala Vida

Summary: medic finds out that living forever might be less of a hussle,and that maybe this century is worth saving.

Pt 2 here bcs Tumblr wont let me

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

Life.

What do we do with it?people say it is what we want it to be, that the time we have to choose is limited because we dont live forever.

Josef would not agree with that statement.

Hes been living since the 18th Century, and after all these years everything seemed the same.

Its a rainy Day on teufort, why was someone like him still in there? After all the memories he had there.

He didnt quite now, maybe because its residents were quite literally Led poisoned idiots and nobody would suspect a thing from him.

--that would be five dollars Sir-- the Cashier said giving him the newspaper.

The german Man scowled and handed him the money taking it.

'Back in my zime zhe newspaper vas vay cheaper...' he thought.

He then goes to the nearby café, catching his reflection on the windowpane of said café.

He still looked quite handsome for a Man that is centuries old,he lived through Many things and yet there he was, alive and well.

He then sits against the Window minding his own bussines waiting to be attended.

He was so concentrated in the news that he didnt noticed the people that came in and out.

Nor the music playing.

But then, he looks up at the entrance, his face cant help but to contorn in a smile.

The newest generation has been quite of his interest as of lately.

The was something about zentenialls he couldnt quite put his finger on that caused him interest.

A generation that coped with problems with self depreciating humor, yet being able to form a revolution in the span of months in one single app,but also having the biggest of hearts for those in need.

'Siamo condannati alla brutta vida

Quería decirle, bambino

Que usted está trayéndose un flow bandido

Su secreto está guardao aquí conmigo

Sabe, yo respeto pero nunca olvido

Tarde, siempre tarde yo lo siento (wuh)

Les molesta todo lo que rondo

Devoluciones, no caigo en eso

Estoy buscándome yo los pesos, uh

Yo no quería que caiga preso (wow)

Regalito a la mamá, par de billes (par de billes)

Pa que se lo goce y de mí no se olvide (no se olvide)

Y la herida llevo aquí (llevo)

Dime tú si me vas a amar'

The lively music seemed to contrast with the calm ambience of the place.

Jerico pulls down the hood of her hoodie, she looks around for a place to sit, and goes to a far quiet corner of the place.

She sits down putting her bag close to her.

Her ears catch the melody playing and a homesick smile appears on her face tapping her feet to the rythm .

'La mala vida que me persigue

Los tiempos están cambiando y nosotros también

La calle está ardiendo, guiándome

Ni olvido ni perdón a lo que fuiste ayer

Mala vida que me persigue

Mala vida que no puedo salir

Mala vida que me persigue

Mala, mala

Fuck mala vida, mala, mala

Quería más de mí, pero no le di nada

Estamos nasty, curtiendo strada (strada)

Rompiendo tarima como si nada'

She was mouthing the lyrics of the song while softly rocking her body to it.

Medic catched a glimpse of this and smiled.

Finally they go and take his order, then the girls and the waiter dissapears behind the bar.

Jeris glance meets Josefs, she smiles and then goes down to her phone, a hand that was used as a rest for her cheek.

'Lo hacemos igual gore

Tenemos el peso en el pecho

Y aunque duela adentro, lo hacemos igual por los tiempos

Tiempos buenos, tiempo al fin

Tiempos malos que perdí (wuh)

Fuckin' mala vida, te escupo la face

Acuérdate de mí cuando me veas, no compro fake

Los fuckin' vis a vis me tienen maldecí

Estoy maldecía, no puedo salir

Regalito a la mamá, par de billes (par de billes)

Pa que se lo goce y de mí no se olvide (no se olvide)

Y la herida llevo aquí (llevo)'

He then looked back at his own stuff, the music, altough not his favourite was starting to get to him, and so his foot unintentionally started to tap following the beat of the song.

Now he wasnt the type of guy to dwell on his past, he only cared about defying modern science, well he did bring back a Man to life.

Good times.

He sighs, that smile that some found unnerving seemed to have warmed a little bit, the years were softening Him up.

Tough he feels someone watching him, his head turns to find the girl drawing on a piece of paper, what exactly? He couldnt tell.

Until her emerald green eyes met his, her cheeks flushed and looked away with a expression that screamed 'I hope the floor swallows me and never spits me again'.

He chuckled, and a side of him felt quite honored.

Maybe hed ask her for the drawing.

he drank his coffee and read the newspaper,the bitter taste of it wasnt as much of a kick in the mouth, they used to make them stronger too.

Meanwhile jerico couldnt help but dwell on her own problems while she waited.

The cold weather was rather relaxing to her, the cold and rain were always a comfort.

Though there wasnt much to do than wait right now, but shed find a way to entretain herself.

The café was too calm for her,way too calm.

But that is what happends when you used to live in a constant chaos, calm things seemed dangerous, a part of her really enjoyed this.

She sighs being absolutely bored out of her mind.

Her eyes look at the drawing that was just besides her.

Drawing that guy was fun, and the hairstyle did suit him well.

Her leg starts to bounce as she feels a familiar feel on her chest.

Maybe she should give it to him.

Or was it creepy? Did he even wanted it?

--miss heres your tea, and your pastries--the waiter said putting things down from the trail on the table--Anything else?

She shakes her head,the waiter asks her if she would want anything else, she says no.

She ends up paying her things and then enjoying them.

At least like that she doesnt have to go through the process of talking to anyone else than that waiter.

As she drinks though,Someone sits infront of her.

'Cant drink my tea in peace....' when she looks up however she jumps a bit on her Seat.

--Hallo-- the same Man she drew said-- I couldnt help but notice zhat jou vere drawing me,can I see?

The Man had his newspaper rolled under his arm, a huge smile and a coffee on his hand.

His accent, was rather cute, she thought.

--su sure!--Jerico smiles handing him the paper.

The Man looks at the drawing, and then smiles.

--Vould jou look at zhat! joure an true artist! Great job

Her chest warms and a huge grin appears on her face, her hands grip the tea cardboard Cup--thank you very much!

--Mind if I keep it?

--not at all!, I was hoping to give it to you actually,just didnt know if youd like it

--Are jou kidding? Of course id love zo! Oh wait im so stupid, I should pay jou for it ! Jour skills shouldnt be wasted.

As soon as he extends his hand with the Money jerico softly pushes it back.

Her hand had paint stains, yet the skin was soft and they were warm.

--No no please

--i insist!

--Take it as a gift Will you?

He then puts the money away, and nodds-- ah yes,jour generation is good at convincing people, plus good at arguing okay, I Vill keep my money,oh im josef by zhe vay...and zhanks

He extends his hand and she shakes it.

--Jerico

-- vhat a lovely name,vell I should get going , rain is going to get vorse and its a long valk home...lovely zalking vith jou jerico!

Jer smiles -- it was nice to talk to you too

Josef takes the drawing a leaves.

She just sits there, what just happened???

Thats enough interaction for today.

When she finished she grabbed her things and Walked home, the rain poured without mercy, she should have brought an umbrella.

She puts on her headphones and walks faster to the bus stop.

That of course had no FUCKING roof.

luckily the music drowned out the pesky conversation that a guy who obviously didnt know how to take a hint tried to start.

'Fuckin' mala vida, te escupo la face

Acuérdate de mí cuando me veas, no compro fake

Los fuckin' vis a vis me tienen maldecí

Estoy maldecía, no puedo salir

Regalito a la mamá, par de billes (par de billes)

Pa que se lo goce y de mí no se olvide (no se olvide)

Y la herida llevo aquí (llevo)

La mala vida que me persigue (yeah yeah yeah)

Los tiempos están cambiando y nosotros también

La calle está ardiendo, guiándome

Ni olvido ni perdón a lo que fuiste ayer

Mala vida que me persigue

Mala vida que no puedo salir

Mala vida que me persigue

Mala, mala

Está cayéndome lo que nunca te dije yo

Estoy creyendo que los buenos son los malos'

As soon as the music ended she no longer felt the water falling on her , she looks up.

Josef.

He held the umbrella close to her.

--Hi-- she sheepishly said taking off her headphones.

--Hallo frau,vaiting fot zhe bus I see?

--Yeah, thanks for the umbrella though...should have brought one with me...but didnt...

Both share a giggle.

[asherlockstudy]

I get that interview was HBO forced but it sounds insane when last season, he was saying Jaime needed to get away from her for good. I mean no nice post about Gwen after the last ep. I dont believe it was about not wanting to stir the hornet's nest if him and B didnt get together as he posted a huge loving one about Lena and that was a very controversial part of the plot. If hed know posted a gwen one saying"sorry JB didnt get a happy ending but here's me and Gwen in happier times" i dont get it

I think it’s very weird too…Imma analyze it. Not that I’m gonna reach any solid conclusion but I will just lay out all my thoughts.

Whatever the reason Nik doesn’t post or reply publicly to Gwen is, it has nothing to do with his personal preference for Braime or Jaime x Cersei. Even if we make the insane assumption that Nik appreciated that Jaime dumped Brienne to return to murderous Cersei and die with her without serving any purpose in the main plot (what lead actor of 8+ years would ever like being unimportant in the ending plot) and saw “pOeTRy” in it, it still doesn’t explain why he should prefer posting about Lena over Gwen. We would be naive to think he made a post about Lena and not Gwen because he prefers Cersei to Brienne. So, we still have no clear evidence of what Nik’s private thoughts and feelings are for his character after the ending. 

Here’s what we have: 

We have two interviews: one with HBO rofl and one with that journalist who collaborates with HBO and was an insider (I’m not gonna search his name) in which he stans Jaime’s choices, his love for Cersei and the tragic poetry in it all. Then we have him promoting the episodes and the documentary in his instagram and twitter, however he is entirely emotionally detached from his character and his fate. I would say he lowkey looks entertained in his weird af episode promo videos and secretly amused while filming the “thank you” video after the last episode where he says “Come on, it was great” and suggests a petition for an Arya (huh?) sequel.

We have two videos uploaded on yt with him: one is a video of a stalker in which Nik looks uncomfortable and passes the question to the random guy next to him who apparently happens to be a GOT fan, have an elaborate opinion on the last season, hate D&D and think they threw away Jaime’s beautiful character arc. What are the odds…The second is a skit in Jimmy Kimmel in which Nik drags his own character by making him stupid and clumsy, a sad little being because of his maiming and, most importantly, an unrepentant sister fucker. All of Jaime’s worst qualities displayed for laughs, plus that he’s actually a likeable but very stupid person. The skit ends with a dragon randomly burning him and his family alive and those credits

So, we have straightforward criticism towards D&D by Kimmel and NCW actually participates in it. This is what this skit means - that this level of writing, this kind of lame character and that ludicrous death is something that only Benioff and Weiss would like to produce. And, well, the Olsen sisters (although I think they’re cleverer than that). 

So, we have two videos where NCW’s intentions are dubious AT BEST. 

Then we have all the promos. When left to speak on his own, Nikolaj would say how the ending was beautiful and made sense and he once mentioned he sent a letter to thank them for this genius plot…Right. But then when asked or caught off guard (1:04): 

Nobody tries to sugarcoat it, look at the title of the video: … NCW is ‘happy’.  Then of course we have our Lady and Saviour Gwen who tries not to laugh as Nik struggles to find what to say and not just stand up and flee.

Also, this one. The best one: 

I could make a thousand gifs for this but just watch again the entire video:

0:07 - Gwen’s face when Nik says he thought the script was fantastic

1:13 - “N-no..NO!!!” when asked if he would change something in the ending and Gwen’s reaction to that. Then, our leader Gwen proceeds to mock him: “So, it’s an immaculate- It’s immaculate?” to which Nik impulsively replies: “NO!” and goes on “do you ever read a book and think you want to rewrite this?” which implies, that yes he would want to rewrite it but knows he can’t. 

(3:03 - 3:06) - VERY IMPORTANT ONE. When Gwen wondered who was closer to predicting the actual ending, Nik says “I was, yeah” and OMG look at Gwen’s face. It’s very subtle but she’s trying to communicate with her eyes a “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT” to him without being seen by the interviewer. It’s kind of a wife done with her husband’s shit look tbh, that level of subtlety. And Nik answers back with his eyes in equal subtlety and it’s like he says a “What? I truly was right lol….”. To me, this seems to mean that Nik always knew or feared that D&D would eventually destroy all his work and was eventually proven right. Unless this all is about Dany being killed by Jon but I doubt at this point Nik and Gwen cared enough to go all cryptic and eye communicating for this. No, it was about them. 

3:09 - Nik is surprised and then clearly amused at the information by the interviewer that Kit was the one who came closer with his prediction. He can’t hide his smile and says an ironic “good for him” while looking knowingly at Gwen who then says this must be a lie. This shows that it is known amongst the actors that most of them are disappointed and Kit was one of them. Both Nik and Gwen apparently knew Kit hated his ending too and would never expect this to be how the show would wrap up. BTW that writing and that backlash really got to Kit, I hope he recovers soon. But think about this, Kit went into rehab for stress and alcohol, Emilia was devastated and gave a somewhat concerning interview and Nik’s public behaviour regarding GOT is inconsistent and unpredictable. I am thus assuming the writing of the final season and the backlash fucked them up way more than they let on. 

This interview is a gem but here’s the most important part, perhaps the core of what baffles us: 

1:32 - After all the miserable no-nos poor Nik mumbles, Gwen tells Nik what we all think: “I think it’s just a question, you know? Maybe you want to answer it?”

Of course he’s in a total loss for words. Literally, he doesn’t make any sense. Some incoherent sounds come out of his mouth and that’s it. This can mean two things: either he truly thinks the ending is perfect or the ending made him such a mess that he can’t even process it verbally two years later. 

Either Gwen is much braver and Nik is extemely paranoid or Nik actually has many more restrictions in what he is allowed to say. I believe Gwen wanted Nikolaj to be as open as her about it and she still tries to make him open up but he doesn’t. In all the promos without exception, Gwen looks as if she knows Nik is full of shit and secretly agrees with her. If Gwen knows that for a fact, then we can’t argue and it’s actually what makes sense anyway. Nikolaj agrees with Gwen but is not eager to discuss it openly yet, or ever. This could be because he is very professional or because he doesn’t want to get a bad name as a “backstabber” of his projects or it might be a situation of a more sensitive nature. 

If those rumours that the S8 script was changed are true, then Nik and Lena might have had a serious breakdown with D&D and a negotiation might have taken place. For instance, Nik and Lena were really unnecessary in E6, Nik’s scene in E1 could have been eliminated as well and Lena does not appear in E3. Yes, they are big actors but paying them 1,2 million for every episode seems a tad excessive when Emilia and Kit are now famous too and have like 300% times more screentime. All this is wild speculation but maybe they stretched their appearance in the episodes as much as possible and gave them a good amount of money to agree on the butchering of their characters and their importance as former lead actors. I mean, especially Lena was downgraded to a secondary character in this season. Lena had to really fight to see her salary rise in the previous seasons. And now it’s a million for every episode? Wow. How many minutes was she staring out of the window in S8? Maybe they were silenced and payed a shitload of money to stop complaining and promote the show and praise the writing as what it was supposed to be. Maybe they payed them in order to promote Peter, Kit and Emilia for the Emmys instead, who knows. When so much money is involved, things can get frustrating in ways we don’t even fathom. This is wild and rough speculation but all I’m saying is there may be reasons Nik avoids talking freely about his character that we can’t know. 

Besides, it’s not just a Gwen problem. It is not a Gwen problem. Gwen revealed she sent a “Jaime is a fuckboi” meme to Nik privately and he answered playfully as ever (but again as if he’s in denial). They posted a story together a couple of weeks ago. Nik did not just ignore Gwen’s instagram post. Daniel Portman posted the photo and tagged Nikolaj too. Nik ignored him as well. Bryan Cogman, who Nik and Gwen owe a lot to, commented under the photo in a very sweet and emotional way. Guess what, Nik ignored him too! It’s ridiculous to think Nikolaj has stopped communicating and caring about Gwen AND Daniel AND Bryan just because his character returned to Cersei. Furthermore, the fact that they all keep tagging him shows they don’t think their relationships with him have become tense. 

That’s not it. It’s not about Gwen. The only way that Gwen is involved in all this is that she wants Nikolaj to open up so that he would give a little acknowledgement to her character and the relationship with Jaime because she feels very much for Brienne. I’m sad to say, however, that it seems to me that Nik did not take that blow more lightly than Gwen. In fact, his behaviour is more inconsistent and troubling whereas Gwen’s openness about it made her confront that sore subject more healthily after all. I start believing Nik was actually way more devastated than Gwen. At least Brienne remained a decent character, ever faithful to her ideals, ever innerly strong. Jaime was entirely trashed, let alone that he was supposed to be a main character. If Nik can’t even handle a photo that reminds him of his destroyed character arc, I wouldn’t be surprised. Maybe Gwen wants Nik to open up so much for his benefit as well - he keeps it bottled up and she might know first hand how that affects him.

Long story short, the reasons Nik doesn’t post anything about his feelings for Jaime’s character arc, his relationship with Brienne and his collaboration with Gwen probably are both professional, after begrudging deals and agreements and restrictions from HBO, and very personal, inner and private, as he’s still trying to cope with a disappointment that crushed down on him from what used to be his dream job and a role he hoped would be a (or the) peak of his career. I bet all these years Nik was hopeful Jaime would be extremely important and fully redeemed in the end but also extremely scared and anxious that the writers won’t give him what he hoped for and what made sense. Would I exaggerate if I said this should be the biggest professional disappointment he ever experienced, provided that he didn’t like the character’s ending? 

From everything Gwen has said about him, I have surmised that Nik is very emotional and anxious but with a very blasé and superficially amiable attitude. He avoids expessing emotion in real life which is why he might be dissociating a lot lately. He tries to distance himself from that part of Jaime’s character that involved Bryan and Gwen because this is the part that he loved and lost. Honestly, I can’t think of any other logical reason he ignored Gwen, Dan and Bryan one after the other and never made a post about his own character specifically or his good times with Gwen. It’s obviously not that he suddenly hates all of them to the point of not even replying. Even if HBO restricts him on what he can say in interviews for a while, there is no other explanation for this other than that D&D’s genius writing fucked him up emotionally as much as Emilia and Kit and he does not want to deal with it even though Gwen probably thinks it would be for the best if he did. 

Now after I wrote all this, imagine if Nikolaj actually doesn’t give a shit and is just happy going on with his life while I am here wasting time. But… I don’t think so. I will never not believe Nik didn’t love Jaime to pieces. He had big dreams for this role, I am sure of it. 

[prorevenge]

Someone kept stealing money from HS gym lockers during gym class.

TL;DR at bottom.

Senior year I went to a small high school, very low budget, country/white trash but not inner city. Played football my entire HS career, we had gym class all 4 years, every day, pretty fun. I'm sure your gym was the same but basically ours was a basketball court with bleachers on each side and Male/Female lockers on opposite sides of the court as well. There was one entrance for each locker room on the outside of the school(locked usually), and 2 per locker room entrances visible from the gym court/inside.

We come from a pretty honest area and not very affluent so when we get changed from school clothes to gym clothes, we usually just throw our school stuff in a locker and close it(these lockers require you to bring your own lock) but of course no one but a few kids bring locks. We also have our own locker room for the football players that I do put a lock on(football gear is fucking expensive).

So one day we go out to play some field game like dodgeball, spend 45 mins in the field, head back in and get changed for the rest of the school day. Suddenly someone flips out and yells "WTF! Someone stole my 10$ outta my wallet for lunch!". We all chalk it up to just some scumbag who came in while we were outside, opened his unlocked locker and took it. Sucks but hey, lock your shit i guess is the lesson.

This is where is gets interesting. Every day or two, almost every gym period, people start realizing more and more of them were being robbed, some kids losing lunch money, pocket change, just some extra cash they had, etc.. started to get so bad and so many theft reports, that the teachers kept the locker rooms locked while we weren't using them, but again low budget, sometimes the doors dont get locked due to negligence.

I started to take my football locker lock and use it on my gym locker during the day and then put it back on my football locker for after school practices(football locker rooms were always locked during the day). One day I forget to bring my gym lock and put it on my football lock. I got 20$ in my wallet for gas from my mom that morning, ran late, planned to fill up after practice. Well I come back from practice to find my shit in my locker was all tossed and turned, and i'm missing my 20$. At this point its almost a joke in the school that everyones getting money stolen without a lock on their locker, if someone notices they got stolen from everyone just laughs and shrugs it off. I get PISSED. "No one steals from me, fuck this!" especially from the football locker room. Next day I go to the school officer, report the theft, nothing. Says "sorry we can't look at the cameras, there's none facing any locker entrances". K cool.

Couple days later I do the same stupid mistake because I never learn apparently. Get another 20$ and some spare change stolen from my pockets in the locker. Immediately notice it, sprint to the school officer in my socks and say "someone JUST stole from the locker room, pull cameras and see if anyone went towards that area in the past 45 minutes! (Hallways are usually empty during class time, anyone walking towards the gym would stick out like a sore thumb). Same run around, just report and take it. Fed up I go vigilante.

This may have been illegal but fuck this guy stealing everyones stuff. I set up a camera in the locker (camera lens pointing through a hole), waited until everyone left the room, hit record, locked the locker and went to gym. Sure enough someone had their money stolen and my face lit up with joy. I caught this mother fucker and he was gonna get the worst serving of justice.

Look on the camera with some friends and my jaw fucking drops. There on video is the VICE PRINCIPAL opening someones locker, grabbing their jeans and shaking them out. Coins falling, he picks them all up, takes money out of their wallet, and throws all the stuff back in the locker hastily. He repeats this on another 3 lockers until he leaves, all completely visible (even does a close up, face flashing across the locker I had the camera in).

Turn this video into one of my old freshman football coaches that i trusted really well and told him I wanna be anonymous. This is now way over my capabilities, I thought it was just some kid, id give the tape to the officer and boom, hed get caught and punished. No, it had to be the 2nd highest guy in power at the school, i mean fuck the officer could of been in on it, had to give it to someone I trusted.

Coach forwarded it to the school board, superintendent, etc... next day that vice principal doesn't show up. Then he stops showing up for 2 weeks, kids start to notice. An announcement goes out that he was removed from his position and no longer was staff member at the school. No reports of thefts in the past 2 weeks. Students start putting the logic together. Police report comes out that he has been arrested for theft, school goes bananas. Kids start making "Free Mr. Vice principal" shirts as a joke. Word also gets out that I was the one that got him caught (2 friends watched the video with me I guess couldnt keep their mouths shut). Becomes a huge joke in the school and I'm looked at as a hero. School officer even calls me in one day to say "I'm glad you did that, I can't legally tell someone to do that, but we were hoping someone would eventually, you won't be punished at all for the filming, thank you."

Later find out that he had a huge pain killer problem and couldnt afford the dealers costs on his 150k/year salary. He resorted to stealing money from high schoolers, some not being able to eat lunch that day, fill up their cars with gas, etc... Kicker is that he still sent me restitution checks for a couple dozen cents for a few years, required by the courts until he pays my 40$ off he stole. Just a great reminder of his fuck up, every month he gets 46 cents taken out of his account, has to sign the check and send it, knowing I'm the guy who got him caught and fired. Fuck that guy, don't steal from kids.

TL;DR - Thefts in high school locker rooms for a few weeks, finally rob me, get fed up, illegally record the room, find out its the vice principal with a drug problem. He gets fired and arrested. Don't steal from me.

(source) (story by Notaferrisbuelerfan)

[lamarkeu]

Celebrating National Boyfriend Day with

BF!GOT7

(Authors Note: In celebration of National Boyfriend Day today I wanted to write about BF!Got7. I tried to make this as gender inclusive as possible. I did really have to edit so if the wording seems off don’t be a afraid to pm me about it. Also I don’t own any of these gifs, all credits to original owners. Anyway hope you enjoy reading!)

Mark Tuan

Wouldn’t care much about at first, he thought it was a pretty pointless holiday. Like was Valentine’s Day not enough? It all just seems like a ploy to waste money on useless things.

He’d change his mind as soon as he saw all the amazing work you put into today’s celebration. Maybe this day wouldn’t be as bad as he first initially thought.

He’s not the type to be interested in the material things. Being fully aware you decided to fill the day with fun activities.

You two first stoped by JYP to pick up some clothes Mark left behind from practice. Afterwards you two went to the mall to buy some new winter clothes.

Of course you paid because it was Marks special day, but not without him whining about how you didn’t need to. He eventually gave up knowing he couldn’t win with you (very smart of him to do so :p )

After buying Mark a new winter coat, a pair of sweatpants, and some headphones, the two of you would head out for some spicy ramen at a near by home style restaurant.

“I have to be the luckiest man on Earth right now, not only do I get to hang out with my cute s/o but I also get to eat ramen?! By far the best day ever.” - Mark

Lim Jaebum

Honestly I can see JB not believing that it’s a holiday. He thought you made it up so he would chill for once his life maybe even us it as an excuse for you to pamper him all day.

As soon as he found out it was legit he took full advantage of the day. Since it was his day decided that instead of going out, you two would have a lazy day at home.

Your guys lazy day consisted of you two and your 5 kids (your cats) not getting out of bed. Eventually you do get up (ever so slowly) in order to make brunch.

You’d cook some of his favourite food like soondubujiggae (spicy tofu stew) with rice and a side of bean sprouts as hed happily be feeding the cats.

Afterwards you brought pulled out a gift box which had the subwoofer he’s been asking for forever. He literally gets so soft that you still remembered that he wanted it.

Showers you in kisses and thank you’d. Those kisses of course get a little more heated and let’s just say one thing lead to another and you two ended up back in bed ;)

“I loved the subwoofer you gave me, and the amazing food you prepared but I think like this gift a little more than those two combined.” -Jaebum

Jackson Wang

This kid would be the person that had the day prepared long before you did. If this holiday is about him then he’s gonna go all out with the different activities. Let’s just say he’d take you to some places you liked and then some.

You two would go for a nice couples hike after breakfast. The walk up was insane but as soon as you got to the top, you forgot all about the pain and took cute pictures you could post on Instagram.

He’d then take his new Audi and drive to his favourite organic bubble tea and board game shop where you guys had lunch and took more pictures.

After a couple battles of connect four Jackson excused him to use the rest room. Feeling bad for not being able to get him a legitimate gift, you thought of what treat you could buy him to eat.

You asked the cashier what would be the best dessert and ended up ordering a slice of vanilla cake with strawberries.

You kindly ask the cafe owners to write “Thank you for being an amazing boyfriend” on the plate and placed it right in front of his chair. As soon as he saw it he just couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you for being the best s/o ever Y/N, and for giving me the opportunity to be the best boyfriend ever.”- Jackson

(Side note: lmao yugyeom why are you like this 😂)

Park Jinyoung

Aside from being your boyfriend Jinyoung was basically your best friend. He knows all your secrets, your likes, you dislikes etc..

He helped not only emotionally but helped you financially, paying off your student debt and some of your family’s expenses.

You decided to take the opportunity of National Boyfriend day to thank Jinyoung for everything has done for you and what better way to celebrate the day by getting tickets to see Justin Timberlake in Hong Kong.

You two arrived in Hong Kong the day of the concert, dropped off your luggages at the hotel and hit up some of the shops to buy gifts for him as well as grab some dinner.

At the concert you and Jinyoung would be having the time of your lives. Jinyoung would be belting out the lyrics of Suit and Tie and pull out some interesting dance moves.

Of course his dad dance moves were to be expected though. One thing you didn’t expect on the other hand was for Jinyoung to drop down to his knees and propose on stage.

“ I know today was supposed to be about me, but I didn’t think I could wait any longer to make you mine forever.”- Jinyoung

(Side note: You are basically Mark in this Gif)

Choi Youngjae

You wanted to surprise Youngjae for his hard work on the latest album by taking a little couples trip to the great island of Hawaii. Life on the other hand, had other plans for the two of you.

Of course when you heard the news you were upset, but you decided that if you guys could go on vacation on national Boyfriend day why not bring the vacation to Youngjae.

While he was busy with JB and Jackson recording some new songs he wrote, you, BamBam, Jinyoung, Yugyeom, and Mark decorated the dance room in leis, a small kiddie pool with water, some fake palm trees and of course beach chairs

BamBam would print off a massive poster with a picture of the beach you two were supposed to visit and taped it to the mirrors.

You quickly shooed away the guys, turn the lights off. When Youngjae turns the lights on he is literally laughing and smiling so much you’re scared he’s gonna pull a muscle.

Once you and Youngjae settle into your matching beach chairs and sipped in some fresh coconut juice, each of the members would come in with food.

“This is the best thing ever Y/N, I’m so happy that I get to be the boyfriend of probably one of the smartest and sweetest people in the whole world.”- Youngjae

BamBam

Ironically enough your birthday happened to be the same week as National Boyfriend Day so it was a double celebration. BamBam personally did make a big deal out of it but, you did.

You wanted to find time to celebrate the day with him but your family had asked you to come home to celebrate your birthday. Though already close with your intermediate family, this would be the first time he’d meet your extended family.

Let’s be really there weren’t a small amount of them either. You’d walking into your aunts house for the party. The living room was tight pack with older family members insisting that you and BamBam eat first before heading to the basement to see your cousins.

Literally all your aunts wouldn’t stop talking about how nice of boyfriend BamBam was as he went to get your food and filled up your drink. Your uncles would joke about how skinny he was, asking BamBam if you feed him anything back in Korea.

Your cousins, especially your younger ones love him because of his endless energy (and screaming). Your youngest cousin even had openly admitted to wanting to take your boyfriend which caused BamBam to laugh.

After you guys left, you apologize for neglecting him, also for leaving him alone to fend himself from your cousins. You gave him your present, a new pair of ray bans with his name engraved on the side. He literally was blown away by the gift.

“I’m so happy I have an amazing girlfriend, with an big but, amazing family and not to mention, a cool new pair of shades. Best National Boyfriend day ever!”- BamBam

Yugyeom

Ever since you and Yugyeom dated he’s always wanted to take you to his favourite place on Earth, Everland for a day of fun.

Of course his busy schedule would never allow that, or at least so he thought. Luckily, National Boyfriend Day happened to be the same day your boss was retiring.

Your boss was very kind and nice so it took you by no surprise that his last project as your boss would be for you and the rest of your co-workers to take the rest of the day off.

Coincidentally, JYP decided to give GOT7 a day off for all the hard work they put into the new comeback. You two met at the JYP Building, and rush to the nearest bulletin train to everland.

After you payed for the two admission tickets (since it was technically Yugyeom day), Gyeom grabbed your hand and head to the nearest ride.

As you two walk out of the park during closing, yugyeom places a light kiss on your forehead as a thank you for the gift. You guys took a quick picture and continued your way back to the bullet train.

“Man, I thought we hit up all the concessions and rides. Oh well we can hit up the ones we haven’t seen the next we go, right Y/N?”- Yugyeom

[one-night-story]

Echoes of You (Spike Spiegel)

A/N: The formatting on this is h e l l. But when nostalgia slaps you and says “Fall in love with Spike Spiegel again.” You do as it’s says. Thus this

Roman Holiday had changed who she was so many times she didn’t remember who she was when she started. She’d been a drug lord, a spy, an informant, a bounty, a runaway. But these days, with blue and purple hair and a coat large enough to hide a pistol, she settled on being a ghost among the streets, listening and picking up information as she went. She found herself on Mars, mourning friends and paying dues. She was going to have to disappear again soon. But first, she needed food, scissors, and some hair dye; though she was uncertain what color. She tried walking into a convenience store when she ran into someone.

“Sorry about that.” The guy said. From that one comment Roman almost got whiplash. That voice shouldn’t be talking to her. That voice should’ve been dead. If not from the first time, then definitely the second time. She looked up at him and sure enough it was him. Spike Spiegel in all his blue suited, disheveled glory. And he looked just as shocked to see her. “Ro-?” He didn’t get to finish her name because she took off, sprinting in the opposite direction as fast as she could. He of course went after her, he always would, and she scaled a building to get to the roof. She pulled her pistol and waited for him to catch up.

“Who are you?” She asked.

“Ro don’t do this.”

“Tell me! Stop playing cruel tricks and just tell me!” She yelled. It couldn’t be him, it shouldn’t be him.

“Roman, it’s really me.”

“Bullshit, you died.”

“I didn’t,”

“Then you died again.”

“I’ve had worse.” He said with his trademark lazy smile. Roman almost let up at that. He still knew her weak points.

“Gimme the word.” She said, lowering her gun but not putting it away. He furrowed his brows and then figured it out.

“Lily.” He said. Roman lowered her pistol entirely and put it away. Her flower of choice. Julia had roses, she had lilies. Her whole form softened, though she was far from the Roman he used to know. Spike took a step forward to see if she’d let him and sure enough, she didn’t move. “It’s good to see you Roman. Glad to know you’re still picking up information.” He said. Roman shrugged and sat down, still keeping her distance.

“Nothing better to do on this dirt rock. You know you threw the whole operation into chaos, right? There’s a power vacuum with at least seven people trying to fill it.” She said. Spike sat across from her, a little closer than she would’ve liked, but she allowed it. She chalked it up to some primal part of her brain still wanting to keep him as close as she could. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and stuck it in his mouth.

“What’s next for you then? Figure you’re not gonna stick around for that mess to sort itself out.” He said as he fished out a lighter and lit the cigarette. He took a drag and offered it to Roman. She took it and copied the movement. She never smoked unless she was with Spike. Again, she chalked it up to that primal part of her brain that was still 13 years old and hoped that she still stood a chance against a far prettier half-sister.

“I cut my hair, redye it and catch a flight out of here. I’m thinking Ganymede. Or the asteroids. Hell, I could go be a small fry in Tijuana.” She said.

“And what color will it be this time?” He asked. Roman’s mood was usually determined by her hair. She changed it with regimes, mood, the music she was listening to that month, and sometimes when she felt she had no control of anything. He watched as she thought over her answer.

“Red. Probably. Or pink. Julia always thought I’d look good with pink.” She said muttering the last part.

“You would.” He said. Roman tried to not flush to the color in question, but she never did take compliments well. “I remember she was constantly trying to push you out of the shadows.”

“I like the shadows. No one judges me there. I’m useful there.” Roman argued. Spike chuckled and took a drag from his cigarette. The motion was repeated when he passed it to her to take a drag.

“Maybe, but you have no reason to stay there. Unless you wanna start working for the police.” He said.

“I could be a bounty hunter.” She said with a shrug.

“Oh no, I don’t think I could have you competing for my dinner money too.” He said with his trademark smile. Roman laughed at his comment, a real laugh. Something she hadn’t done in a while. As she laughed, Spike watched her. Her face was lit up by the beginnings of sunset and neon. Her and Julia had no personality similarities, but sometimes they did have physical ones.

“I haven’t done that in forever.” She said when she finally calmed down. Spike smiled at her. She seemed lighter now, more at ease. It was like the laughter fit had locked her into a time machine and she had shed so many years of cynicism with ease. “What about you? What becomes of the great Spike Spiegel? Now newly undeceased again.” She asked. Spike thought it over. He wasn’t certain. He didn’t know if he could go back to the Bebop. But he didn’t know any other way of life. Maybe just him and Jet could strike out again. Maybe he needed to go forward. Maybe he needed to disappear.

“No idea. Maybe dye my hair and change planets.” He said. Roman rolled her eyes.

“Hey, don’t steal my one thing.” She said. Spike chuckled and actually gave her a genuine smile. They were silent for a minute, casually passing the cigarette between themselves. For a moment they felt like teenagers again, sharing cigarettes and sharing a moment of uncertainty. At least that’s how Roman always felt in moments like these. Until finally she broke the tension.

“Annie told me you came to see her.” She said as she looked down.

“Yeah. Thought I might finally kill him.”

“Ignored my bounty then.”

“Always did. Whenever it came up, no matter what the price, no matter what name you were under. I wouldn’t do that to you Roman.” He said. It felt like a whisper on the wind. Like if he said it any louder, he’d lose her like he lost Julia. Roman leaned into this, allowing one of her knees to knock into his. She needed this. She needed him. Outside of just that primal part that told her she was once 13 and crushing on the one person in the whole galaxy she couldn’t have.

“I look at you and I think… god what have we done with our lives? And what did it get us?” She said with what Spike could only describe as the truest form of sadness he’s ever seen from her. Roman Holiday kept all her cards close to her chest until one day, she’d die. But now? He felt like he was peering through a brick in her wall. “I loved my sister more than anything in this life. And I chose her happiness over mine, time and time again.” She scoffed and leaned back on her hands. “God I can’t believe I’m saying this.”

“What?” He asked. He wasn’t sure what was coming next, but curiosity killed him to know.

“A million years ago, she said to me “this one’s mine.” So, I stood by.” She said. “And I knew I shouldn’t do anything, I should just leave and pretend I never met you. But Julia,”

“She was too kind for that.” He said as his brain was slowly putting the pieces together. He had always wondered when they were kids, even before Roman became a shadow figure, why she always seemed to fall into that point, even when Julia brought her out, or when he tried to talk to her. But now he got it. She’d been hiding pain this whole time.

“I should go.” She said. She stood up and dusted herself off. Spike stood up as well and grabbed her wrist before she could go anywhere.

“Don’t disappear again.” He said. Roman looked down at her beat up shoes, trying to hide what had just come to pass.

“You can’t ask that of me.” She said.

“Ro, you’re all I’ve got left.”

“And who’s fault is that?” She snapped. Spike wanted to get offended. But he remembered an incident when they were younger, where he’d gotten too close and she’d snapped, and he retaliated. They didn’t speak for a month. Not until Julia forced them to, and not until after he’d brought her lilies. He sighed and plucked the nearly burnt out cigarette from his teeth and passed it to her. She took a drag and then stomped it out. She was still looking down at it when Spike brought her face to look up at him. Roman unintentionally leaned her cheek into his hand, blinking at him a couple of times.

“I won’t let this be the last time I see you Roman.” He said. Spike, at his core, was a deeply sentimental person. He couldn’t lose Roman. She reached up and brought his face to hers, giving him a small, soft and what Spike could only describe as a ghost of a kiss. Like she was afraid of what fully kissing him would mean. He kissed her cheek in turn, letting it sit there a little longer than either of them expected. When they separated, they put the distance back between them. Once again, afraid of what the closeness would do to them. She tossed him a comm unit she had pocketed off some guy and he caught it with ease.

“Call that ship of yours.”

“Wouldn’t that be going backward?” He asked.

“One step backward to go miles forward? I think it’s worth it. Call them Spiegel.” She said. Spike nodded.

“Remember, pink.” He said. Roman gave him a small, soft smile and nodded.

“See you Space Cowboy.” She said as she ran off the edge of the roof, scaling down the building to go buy some scissors, some food, and some pink hair dye.

[musutofu]

【 Villain Ashido 】

Ashido had one terrible experience with a low ranking Hero that turned her off the path of righteously, legally, seeking justice. It had been after a particularly tiring day of school. She’d been walking home and stumbled upon what looked to be a fight between a bully and their victim. Of course, she’d stepped in as she always did. Trying to get the bully to back down and fighting back when he wouldn’t relent. The fight was eventually broken up by an unknown Hero that had been patrolling in the area, but instead of commending Ashido for protecting the victim, the Hero had cuffed both her and the bully; assuming they were both in the wrong based on their unconventional appearances.

The bully had a Villainous look to him and Ashido looked less than human with her pink skin and black eyes, but the Hero hadn’t even attempted to hear her out before giving her over to police custody. It wasn’t until after she was questioned and her statement was taken that she heard from the boy she assumed was an average bully that the boy he was fighting had actually been a relatively strong Villain that stopped fighting back once he saw Ashido. His plan to make the other boy look like the aggressor had worked and he’d escaped after being coddled by the Hero and police all because he looked human. It made Ashido’s blood boil to think her attempt at being helpful was used against her and that the way she was born made some people think less of her. She vowed to get back at the stronger Villain pay for what he’d done.

Though she lost faith in most of the lower ranking Heroes that would probably never reach a level where they needed to be publicly held accountable for things like profiling people based on their outward appearances she still held faith in the high ranking Heroes that truly fought for justice and peace. Ashido has a particularly soft spot for Heroes that are looked down on for having a “Villainous” appearance and Heroes that don’t play into the norms of their job description. She especially likes Midnight for not caring about what her outward appearance might say about how seriously she takes her job and Eraserhead for keeping to himself and not trying to benefit from a life in the limelight. It’s ironic that they would’ve been her teachers had she gone through with the U.A. entrance exam she’d been so excited for before her unfortunate encounter with that one ignorant Hero.

The name she chose for herself–Alien Queen–holds a special meaning for her. It’s a play on the close minded opinion that one Hero had about her and the boy that took her in as part of his group of Villains. She may look different, alien, but there isn’t anything wrong with that. In fact, it’s always been something Ashido was proud of. Being unique isn’t something anyone should feel ashamed of, Villain or otherwise. The “Queen” part is a command of respect. That same respect she wasn’t afforded by that Hero. It’s also a reminder to others that while she may not be the strongest person in the room, she isn’t one that you underestimate. She preys on those that think of themselves as apex predators. Villains that think their high rank means they can treat everyone as they please.

Her moral compass isn’t something that’s compromised by her decision to choose the path of a Villain. Fighting for those who can’t fight for themselves has always been an innate trait that Ashido has possessed and it isn’t going to disappear just because she’s chosen a less respectable way of living. Her targets are always bigger Villains, bosses that think they own the world just because they have money and lackeys to do all the work for them. The bottom feeding Villains that are only in the life because it’s the only way they can scrape by–stealing and committing petty crimes for higher ups in the hopes of a quick pay day–aren’t people to be fought against but fought for. The way they’re treated by the people that pay them is terrible and Ashido has made it her job to make them pay for it and all the other innocent lives they’re ruined with their Villainy. She’s trying to make the world better in ways the Heroes can’t or won’t.

The group Ashido was adopted into is more so a band of vigilantes than they are outright Villains. They don’t go out of their way to inconvenience or terrorize civilians. In fact, most of their targets are larger Villains that make doing just that a part of their daily agenda. They’re working to take down the larger Villains so the lower ranking ones will die out after being cut off from the hand that feeds them. It’s a task that’s easier done from the inside with intel on the underground no Hero could ever know. And operating outside the regulations put in place for Heroes means quicker and more permanent results. Ashido isn’t a terrible person or a sadistic Villain. She wanted to be a Hero, after all.

For all the rude sneers she receives from feeble minded naysayers, there are dozens more tripping over themselves to call Ashido beautiful and she knows it. Her sex appeal is something she’s more than willing to play up if it means an advantage over others. Her Villain costume is skintight and black with white spots as a nod to her Quirk and a white mask to somewhat conceal her identity. The random straps and X-rated design is almost reminiscent of Midnight’s costume. But that’s only when she’s out on the prowl. During planned attacks Ashido is in provocative outfits that look like a soft breeze could cause an accident for her. Ashido isn’t shy about her body and it’s an advantage she’s glad to have when it comes to the sleazier Villains that happily prey on unsuspecting women.

Any event involving socializing and networking is Ashido’s domain. She’s sociable by nature and who better to send in to get close to someone than the girl with a big smile and bubblegum pink skin. It’s hard to see Ashido as a threat when she’s sipping endless alcohol and twittering like any of the other drunk airheads in the room. A bat of her long lashes and peek down the front of her dress easily has most Villains suavely trying to drag her away for the night to which Ashido agrees to. It’s much easier to take someone out without an audience and it’ll be humiliating for them to be found tied up in a state of undress once Ashido has gotten what she wants. That is if she doesn’t kill them before slinking back to the party.

Violence isn’t something that Ashido will flinch away from as it’s simply a workplace hazard that comes with her choice of career, but it isn’t her first instinct. Ashido prefers more low profile instances of aggression or, at least, ones that don’t necessarily draw attention until she’s left the scene of the crime. Her Quirk does lend itself to more low profile attacks such as poison. With the ability to control the solubility and viscosity of her acid, Ashido can easily leave a few drops in someone’s unattended drink and watch as her Quirk begins to eat through their insides the second they take a sip.

Being caught in the act is a dark cloud that looms over ever Villain’s head and while Ashido is appreciative of the days that she gets away scot-free she knows that one day the storm will come for her. She won’t contest being caught by a Hero unless they’re of a lesser caliber because while she has Heroes she respects the low-ranking ones haven’t made it on to her short list. If the police are the ones to catch her she’ll go willingly. Heroes have been stepping on their toes since the career was first created, she can’t be mad that they’re doing their job of taking her down. Especially when they don’t have a holier than thou attitude about it regardless of what level Villain they’re taking down.

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July 15th-July 21st, 2019 CTP Archive

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Hello and welcome everyone to Comic Tea Party’s Week Long Book Club~! This week we’ll be focusing on Radioactive Underground by Ezra Rose~! (https://tapas.io/series/Radioactive-Underground)

You are free to read and comment about the comic all week at your own pace, so stop on by whenever it suits your schedule! Remember, though, that while we allow constructive criticism, our focus is to have fun and appreciate the comic. Below you will find four questions to get you started on the discussion. However, a new question will be posted and pinned everyday (between 12:01AM and 6AM PDT), so keep checking back for more! You have until July 21st to tell us all your wonderful thoughts! With that established, let’s get going on the reading and the chatting!

QUESTION 1. What has been your favorite scene in the comic so far? What specifically did you like about it?

QUESTION 2. What do you think caused Robbie’s scar that is briefly seen? Further, why is Robbie taking medicine? What might all this have to do with Griffin’s particular concern for how Robbie is doing?

ezzy

Wow what a wonderful comic surely who ever made this comic is very smart and also handsome

RebelVampire

QUESTION 3. At the moment, who is your favorite character? What about that character earns them this favor?

QUESTION 4. Which aspect of the world has caught your eye the most so far? Why does it interest you? Also, how do you think it will play a role in how the story unfolds?

RebelVampire

1) my favorite scene is probably the first scene we see robbie at maki's. i liked the little flirty dialogue and then the ultimate payoff with it at the end. like i really felt like i was in robbie's shoes during it cause i wasnt sure if there was chemistry and then the "robbie with an i e " thing really sold it for me. just a great banter setup i can really appreciate. 2) Given the opening scene, I gotta imagine Robbie was fighting monsters or w/e he fights in the underground and took on a challenge he wasnt ready for. And that probably nearly killed him and thus why the scar and medicine. Cause the medicine is probably keeping his heart going or something like that. As for Griffin's concern, Griffin gives off a kind of motherly feel to me despite the aggressive attitude. And it seems she and robbie have a sort of mother-son bond (at least a little bit). and ya know, mom's worry when their sons almost die.

3) my favorite character atm is probably robbie. While this could change as the characters become more familiar, I really just like Robbie's design. It feels edgy and relateable at the same time without being overboard. I also think it super suits his personality. 4) I'm really interested in the underground aspect of the comic. Cause it really doesn't feel like their underground, yet it's clearly a thing. And given robbie's crush isnt from the underground originally, itll be interesting to see how the cultures differ. Since there already seems to be some inequality going on. In terms of the story, I definitely think the underground's probably...status in society is probably a breeding ground for crime. hence robbie's entire life situation.

ezzy

>:3c

RebelVampire

QUESTION 5. What has been your favorite illustration in the comic so far? What specifically about it do you like?

QUESTION 6. Why do you think Yui was supposedly kicked out of the family business, and how do you think she got involved with Griffin? What theories do you have about the rest of Griffin’s crew? Alternatively, who do you most want to learn more about?

RebelVampire

QUESTION 7. Which characters do you enjoy seeing interact the most? What about their dynamic interests you?

QUESTION 8. What do you think the ultimate goal is for Griffin’s group as for why they steal? Is it just for money, or is there some larger picture? Further, what do you think Robbie’s personal investment is in the whole thing?

RebelVampire

5) My fave illustration...s is probably the ones of Griffin on this page. https://tapas.io/episode/1357536 Griffin looks so cool, and something about this up-close shot choices really made me appreciate her really cool, badass design. Instantly won my heart over as a top-contending chara for favorites. 6) Yui sort of strikes me as the type who rebels just to rebel. Like the teen who never got out of the rebellious phase because she's 2kool4skool. And from what we've seen with her relationship with her family, rebelliousness is not well-received. And I can see from her families perspective how it kind of just looks like Yui lazes around and then throws attitude. I don't really have theories about the rest of the crew, although I definitely do want to get to know the completely non-human world. They'd be a great insight into the rest of the non-humans that are in this world.

7) I probably enjoy seeing Robbie and crush chick the most. They've got really cute chemistry that just makes me squee on the inside. And I also hope he continues to be called Robbie with an i e for a while. 8) I think the answer to this question depends on perspective. Most of the crew, like Robbie and Yui, are probably just in it for the money. While I think Griffin is in it for the money, I also think she has a bigger picture idea. Like eventually aiming for the grand jewel and making people super pissed. Or more I should say, she's waiting till they can make the heist of a lifetime and retire on a beach in Hawaii. As for Robbie's personal investment, besides money, he kind of maybe just has nothing better to do? So far my impression of him is hes the type to think hes not good at a lot of stuff besides running and fighting. Thus morals be damned, lets steal things? XD Plus if he needs medicine, hes gotta pay for it somehow. So to summarize, his investment is needs money + belief in lack of job opportunities. I think if something better came along hed be heavily tempted.

RebelVampire

QUESTION 9. What sorts of art or story details have you noticed in the way the comic is crafted that you think deserves attention?

QUESTION 10. Who exactly do you think Griffin is? In other words, what’s Griffin’s backstory and why is Griffin invested in stealing? Further, why do you think Griffin keeps the group at arm’s length and has them drop her off at random locations?

RebelVampire

9) One deal I appreciate is the balance of Griffin's design. Like there's this right blend of human and non-human traits that you could even guess she was a half-breed before anybody even said anything. And being able to get that across immediately visually is really A+ work there. 10) I think Griffin was probably someone a lot like Robbie. Just in the underground, nothing to do, no opportunities, and so she took the easy route of theft. However, I think she was at least once part of a bigger organization (given the connections she has) and that she kind of betrayed them and ditched them. Like I said earlier, I think she's both in it for the money but kind of has some bigger idea picture about retiring in style or something like that. As for keeping the group at arm's length, I actually think it's to protect them. Cause she clearly seems to know dangerous folks who know her and have a bone to pick. So by not letting the others become too notorious, she keeps the heat on her.

ShaRose49

I started this one awhile ago and I thought it was very well-drawn(edited)

ezzy

Thank you i try very hard

RebelVampire

QUESTION 11. What do you think are this particular comic’s strengths? What do you think makes this comic unique? Please elaborate.

QUESTION 12. Why do you think the new girl working at Maki’s has come to the underground? What might it have to do with her relationship with her parents? Further, what role do you think she’ll play in the larger story?

spacerocketbunny

1. Favourite scene is probably the one where everyone is in the diner after the heist! The banter is fun and I like how the characters interact. Yui and Robbie are great, they act like siblings who can't stand each other but of course cover each other's asses if they get in trouble. Also the moment when Robbie meets Sky, she asks his name so she can label his food but then he asks for her name and she pauses like "why are you asking the server's name lol" 3. Ummmm Griffin because she's a mysterious babe?? Love me a stoic lady with questionable motives ;)) also Sky is so sweet, I love that she's an artist! 4. Love the demons and other folks that are integrated into the world, it's a lot of fun! I hope there'll be more interesting people to see :)

5. The latest pages with Griffin on the phone look great, great colours, nice backgrounds, I like how the colours are starting to become more dynamic! 6. Mmmm my guess is that she's a bit messy and callous and probably messed something up in the family business. Too early to make any hard speculation but if anything I think it was Yui's fault probably... I want to see more of what these heists are for, and how their group operates. I'd like to see more on Griffin and her origin since it was pointed out that she was a %100 human (I'm assuming the other half is demon?) 7. Right now Yui and Robbie because of the bickering they do, but now that I've seen Sky blush after interacting with Griffin I'm

9. I like the style of the comic, it's angular and sharp and I like the character designs! I feel like the comic's aesthetic and mood is still being realized but it's progressing with each page and I can't wait to see how it develops further! 11. Like previously mentioned I think the style is definitely a strength, it's fun and offbeat and I like that it's one that I'm not seeing in the comic scene right now. The character interaction is great too, even as early as it is I'm already invested in these characters and I want to know more about them, they're a fun lot and they all play off each other in a great way. I'm interested to see where this comic goes and how it'll develop, I'll definitely be checking back for updates

RebelVampire

QUESTION 13. What are you most looking forward to in the comic? Also, do you have any final thoughts to share overall?

QUESTION 14. Who do you think Solomon Reiki is, and what does they want with Griffin? What does this have to do with the guard who Griffin fought during the heist? What could this mean for Robbie and the rest of the crew?

RebelVampire

11) I think the comic's strength are definitely the character designs. There's a lot of personality packed into them. Not just the main characters we've seen so far but even the side characters as well. It makes for a really dynamic setting and cast that immediately catches your eye. Somehoe all the designs also really suit the tone of the story as well. 12) I feel there definitely has to have been a falling out with her parents. And she fled to the one place where she thought they would never look for her or something. Given she seems somehow hardcore herself, I could totally see her joining the crew and going on thieving adventures. Or at the very least being an informant of some sort. 13) I'm looking forward to learning more about the rest of the crew and seeing how they all play off each other. Cause that will definitely have a big impact in terms of how the heists go. 14) Given my previous theories, I think Solomon Reiki was Griffin's old boss who is super pissed at Griffin's betrayal of leaving. But until recently they havent been able to find Griffin so hence the guard. Heard some rumors and sent the guard to confirm whether its the traitor or not. Of course, this probably gonna put the rest of the crew square in sights and get them unwanted attention from bigger criminals or something like that.

RebelVampire

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i finally got to see the national live!!

so after 6 years of falling in love with the national, i finally got to see them live yesterday!! this is gonna be super long lmao

since the national never come to my home country during tour, when they announced their tour i booked the tickets without even knowing whether i was returning to manchester or even the uk. so when i got my offer to return i was relieved af lmao. a once in a lifetime opportunity was worth the risk and anxious waiting LOL

anyway

seeing them live was like a whole new world for me. when bryce came out to perform with the opening act (who were very good!) i was so overwhelmed. this guy, part of the band i love so much, was right in front of my face!

(like literally, cause i ran in after getting my merch and managed to snag a place right at the barrier!)

ive watched tonnes of their live performances on video, but nothing prepared me for how great they were. since bryce was right in front of me i ended up paying most attention to him.. but then when hed play the piano aaron took his place and id end up paying attention to aaron... sorry matt, scott and bryan!!!!

of course matt is such a character that hed command your attention some way or another. i did make myself look at scott and bryan at points in time bc i love all of them! i found it super cute how scott and bryan (and at one point bryce) would hold like a shaker instrument and use it when theyre not playing their own instrument. its like theyre always gonna be involved somehow lmao.

at the beginning it felt a little detached compared to the bastille show i went to last year. but i dont blame them or think its bad, cause at bastille’s dan would stand close to the stage while matt prefers to hang about with the band. its just two different performers. it kind of made me think that i was watching the national perform in their own world.. until matt stopped midway through empire line and asked security to help someone.

at that point it kind of hit me that wow, actually we're in the same space! like im not actually watching them in their own world, like im there too! and theyre not in their own space either, theyre watching us too! and of course, how nice of matt to stop because someone wasnt okay 😭 he started all over again once he made sure they were okay. by the end he said "just some problems with dehydration. stay cool!"

and he threw a plastic pint across the theatre and i got some white wine on me. LOL. at another point he threw a red solo cup so hard i think it hit the opposite wall cause there was a super loud sound. then he went on to say "...one day..." during the last song he brought out a bottle of white wine or prosecco on stage but said he said couldn’t open it because it was corked and it was hard to open those on stage with his teeth(!!!) he asked for another bottle and smashed the corked one on the ground. i love drunk matt so much.

bryce is so interesting to watch tbh. he keeps changing guitars lmao. i got so excited every time he brought out the blue one, bc i had a super clear view of his bow hanging from his mic stand and i was like "vanderlyle?????"

in the end they didnt play it, but no matter! they played so many good songs that i cant complain. my jaw hit the floor when they played hard to find cause i wasnt expecting that at all! i kept saying "oh my god" when i heard the chords lmao. it was so beautiful. i remembered the interview where one of the twins said they think hard to find is one of the most beautiful songs theyve ever written. i felt so honoured that i could listen to it live! they also played this is the last time - my favourite off twfm! i think a lot of people in the theatre love that song too! we were all shouting “it takes a lot of pain to pick me up” together. 

of course they played standard classics too. it felt so good to sing along to bloodbuzz and i need my girl. i kind of expected they were gonna play england since it was their first show in england for this tour so when aaron started playing the chords i was super happy. mr november was the best in terms of crowd involvement, you could hear everyone shouting I WONT FUCK US OVER together. conversation 16, too.. everyone screaming "CAUSE IIIIMM EEEVILLLL" was so much fun. slow show and apartment story were so great live as well. singing “SO WORRY NOT ALL THINGS ARE WELL” was so wonderful. during fake empire the twins did the guitar thing as they always do. i was so happy! 

tbh when i was there i mostly felt out of place since most of the people there were white hipsters and they came with their friends/partners so i barely talked to anyone, but singing all the classics live made me forget all of that awkwardness.

the new album was good live too. carin at the liquor store is my fave off the album and it sounded so beautiful live. matt went one octave higher during turtleneck and he sounded so clear. i was actually so surprised at how clear and almost rasp-free he sounded! we shouted “great uncle valentine jester” during day i die, it was so great!  they dedicated apartment story and born to beg to a lady who took care of them while they were in manchester. the opening act luluc came out and sang with them during born to beg. it was beautiful and perfect! ive been falling in love more and more with born to beg with each listen, and the live performance really sealed the deal with how much i love it.

terrible love was the last song off the setlist and it’s my first favourite song from the national so listening to it live was like coming full circle of some sort. during that song (and mr. november) matt went out and leaned over the barriers so that people could reach out and hug him. during terrible love he was super close to me, but i was too scared to touch him cause so many people were clinging onto him already but he was literally right there! he also stood at the edge pretending to fall from the other side. a member of the audience hugged his knees to stop him from falling!

bryce kind of smiled at my general direction at one point when he was setting up his guitar. the girl next to me blew kisses at him, i wish i did or said something too, but honestly i just stood there and melted into a puddle. during fake empire bryce went to play the piano so aaron was on my side of the stage and he waved at my general direction when they finished. a double whammy! matt came over to our side of the stage during turtleneck and screamed the chorus at us. it was so surreal. waiting for two hours outside in the cold and rain was definitely worth the place right in the front.

of course i have a soft spot for the twins, so seeing them live was the best part of my night. bryce (and at some points aaron) being in front of me was a dream come true. it’s no doubt that bryce is fantastic at guitar, but hearing him live and actually picking up the way he plays with my own ears was really something else. not only his playing, but also how he was using all the different guitars and using the mics on them and all the different pedals - it was all like a work of genius. i didn’t really get to see aaron’s artistry since his stuff was on the opposite side of the stage and he played more piano (which was on his side of the stage) but i could clearly see him playing when matt stepped back and let the twins perform guitar together. i caught him smirking at bryce on multiple occasions. i ascended each time. 

it was obvious that bryce was the more shimmery, flashy player when it came to guitar, so i tried to distinguish their styles of piano too! maybe it’s just me, but i think aaron has a deeper sound and bryce has a sharper sound! maybe that’s why they take turns for specific songs. regardless, they were so great, playing together and separately. i admire them greatly since they have so many projects and interests and even though their musical interests differ, they end up intertwining. seeing them live really showed that tbh!

it was the best night of my life. i wish i could be going to today’s show as well, but unfortunately i don’t have the money for that! anyway, everything ive always dreamed of already came true when i managed to stand right in the front and watch the national in all their glory perform live. i never expected to be right in the front - literally at the barrier - but i was! and it was worth the two hour wait in the cold without any food (this was my fault for forgetting to eat before coming, but it was worth it tbh!). hopefully i’ll be able to go for another concert if possible because that was probably the best experience ive ever had.

[therealestatesparkblog]

No, You Are NOT Going Too Far in Pursuit of Financial Independence

I was talking to my buddy and co-worker Craig Curelop recently. It was about 7:00 p.m., and we were having one of our not-infrequent discussions about financial freedom late after work. As usual, Craig was cooking dinner at the office after his workout. I suspect that he was cooking here in an effort to save money on electricity that hed otherwise have to use to cook at home (I cant even tell if Im joking about that or not). I was just here late, trying to catch up on emails. For some time, wed been having a debate about his approach to attaining early financial freedom. I was claiming that Craig goes too far in his pursuit of financial freedom. Craig was politely dismissing my claim and insisting that he was perfectly happy with his situation. Craigs Obsession with Financial Freedom Now, I think I have some good reasons to think that Craig is going pretty hardcore in pursuit of early financial freedom. He does a LOT. Craig house hacksin a house that is eerily similar to the property I first bought back in 2014my first house hack. His home is just a few blocks away from my property, but a bit newer and nicer. Craig, however, gets a far better financial return from his investment than I did and will likely do better with his investment than me over time, even though I bought an investment that has better numbers as a traditional rental property. How does he do this? Simplehe rents out his bedroom on Airbnb and sleeps on the futon in the living room! Craig bikes to workevery day. Thirty degrees and snowing like it is on the day I write this? Craig is still on his bike. Craig rents out his car on Turo, netting positive every month on vehicle expenses. Craig does not eat sugar. Craig does not consume alcohol. Craig is involved in extra-curriculars like Toastmasters in an effort to constantly improve himself. Craig reads incessantly. Craig hang-dries his clothes to save money on electricity. Craig gets up at 5:30 a.m. each morning to pursue his goals. Craig meets investors and potential contacts multiple times per week. Craig has literally optimized almost every part of his life in pursuit of early financial freedom. Is this too much? I certainly thought so at firstand I told him so. I thought so until our conversation the other night, when I suddenly remembered what I did to jumpstart my journey to financial freedom.

Related: 7 Daily Habits of Real Estate Investors Who Seek Financial Freedom My Obsession with Financial Freedom See, when I got started on this journey, the term house hacking (but certainly not the concept, which has been around forever) had just been invented by Brandon Turner in this article. The concept of biking to work was completely foreign to me. In fact, every single person I had ever even heard of (excluding the 40-year-old virgin) drove to work or took public transit. Riding a bike had just had not presented itself as an option until I began reading a blog called Mr. Money Mustache (one of my favorite blogs of all time). In spite of friends and family who thought I was crazy, I bought a house hack. I took this Mr. Money Mustache guys advice and biked to work. I read over 100 personal finance, business, psychology, and career-related books. I quit a stable, hard-earned job with middling corporate opportunity to pursue a highly risky job at a startup. I networked with investors all over the city. I tried to get up early to pursue a version of the Miracle Morning even though I hated it and am a night owl. I cooked all of my own meals and almost never consumed anything that even approached unhealthy. I kept a daily log. I even hung dry my laundry instead of installing a dryer. I did this for years. I still do much of this. I dont regret it one bit. In fact, looking back, I wish Id been more like Craigmore obsessed, more (not less) productive. You Dont Have to Be Perfect Forever! The reason I initially thought that Craig was doing too much was that I am currently growing soft. Nowadays, I still house hack. I bike to work, but much less frequently, and often on a custom built e-bike that I put together over the summer that is pretty awesome. This is partly due to a nasty foot injuryI suspect I will resume with biking more regularly on the road bike as the foot continues to improve and the weather gets nicer in the spring of 2018. I cook less and eat out a few times per month. I love Chinese food and am willing to splurge on it now a bit. I enjoy dates at casual restaurants with my girlfriend. I have a dryer. I still spend very little compared with your average American, but its creeping up a bit. I sometimes forget that Ineeded to do the hardcore things that Craig is currently doing to get where I am. Are they things that I want to do for the next 50 years? Are they things that Im even still doing today? No, not all of them. Am I proud that I did them and happy that they contributed to my current position? Absolutely. But the point of all of this is that I can afford to bring some luxuries back into my life now. I have enough passive income to purchase some of these things and still get ahead. And while my passive income more than pays for my lifestyle as things stand, it is not yet enough to comfortably fund the life I could see myself wanting in the futurea life that will involve fewer still of these optimizations. As my portfolio continues to grow over the next few years, I see a more permanent house in my future. I see potential pets. I see a very nice, large kitchen and a significantly improved bathroom in a future residence compared to my present situation. I see some luxuries that Id truly enjoy, like maybe a backyard or garage filled with home gym equipment (purchased second-hand via Craigslist, of course). I see myself gradually approaching a lifestyle that anyone would call middle or upper-middle class. But Ill be able to live that lifestyle at extremely low cost, with minimal waste, and fund it entirely with a surplus from real estate cash flow. This result will unfold gradually, as I consistently increase my passive income in the coming years. And this is possible solely because of the optimization that I implemented in the past and am continuing to ride in the present. Im starting to get soft, and I may well continue to soften in the future. To plan on living an entire life of perfect optimization would defeat the purpose of pursuing financial freedom. I seek bit by bit to build the exact life I wantand to only increase my standard of living in proportion to my passive incomeand never in excess to the point where I will grow fat and lazy. Im willing to go without some of the things I eventually aspire to in order to make that dream a reality. Craig has a similar vision. Craig will not be living on a futon forever. As his wealth grows, as he eliminates his student loans, and as these choices become less and less meaningful to his financial position, I am certain that Craig will cool it a bit. Related: The Surprisingly Simple Secret to Financial Freedom Most 9 to 5-ers Overlook Once you are at a point where you feel that you can ease off the gas pedal, do it. Do it in certain areas that are most meaningful to you. As your passive income increases and covers your living expenses you can stop making the sacrifices that everyone thinks Craig and I are making! But What About Living in the Present? Notice, however, that neither Craig nor I give up or gave up certain things that are universally accepted as important to a well-lived life. Like travel. Like nights out with friends. Like attending sporting events. Like visiting family. Like attending life events of those we are close with. Like volunteering in the community. Those are the things we associate with living. Craig does not go too far in his pursuit of early financial freedom. Craig is one of the healthiest, most well-adjusted folks I know. In spite of his unforgivable love of Boston sports teams, including the New England Patriots, he is a genuinely funny guy, a hard worker, and has friends who come to visit him from all over the country. Craig is doing this whole thing exactly right and will enjoy experiences comparable to every other 20-something in Denver over the next few years, based on his interests. The only real differences between him and the rest of the pack are that he will arrive where he is going on his bicycle, and he will rest his head at night on a futon instead of in a bedroom. He says these things do not affect his happiness. And I believe him. How could they? I believe that Craig has some of the highest odds of anyone I know of achieving a $1,000,000 net worth by the age of 30. You might look at Craig and think, Thats crazy I could never do what he does and sleep on the couch while renting out my bed! But I challenge you to see things from the other perspectivefrom Craigs perspective and mine. Is it crazy to build that much wealth that early in life? Is it crazy to enjoy the same recreational activities as your peers, yet come out way ahead financially? Is it crazy to create a life that is healthier, more fun, costs less, and sets you up for greater career success or income generation? Is Craig crazy? Am I crazy? Or is everyone else crazy?

You Need to Get Obsessed with Optimizing Your Life, Too! Almost every day since I started optimizing my life, my life has gotten better. Ive become healthier, wealthier, stronger, happier, a better skier, a better rugby player, and more in tune with my family. Ive experienced career accomplishments. Ive since met a wonderful girl who Ive dated for a year and half and love very much, and I have what I consider to be a pretty good, fun-filled life. I believe that this progression of events is not unique to Craig and me. Almost everyone I know who has gone on to achieve financial freedom at an extremely early age, who has accumulated a large amount of wealth in a short period of time, or who has started a successful business has done some version of aggressive, all-out optimization in pursuit of their goals. Maybe successful folks didnt sleep on a futon or even house hack. But you can be sure that they devote outsized time, in the beginning, to getting some kind of venture off the ground. You can be sure that they earn more than they spendby a lot. You can be sure that they become obsessed with the success of the venture theyre involved in. Every blogger on this site is obsessed with their craft. They study it relentlessly for years. You need to develop the same healthy obsession with your goals as well. No one has come to me and said they regret these types of choices. No one regrets giving a worthy goal their best efforts. And even if they do, in most cases, choices like these are easily reversible. You can always stop reading, stop networking, stop biking, and stop house hacking if you decide its not for you. Craig can simply stop listing his room on Airbnb tomorrow if he wants and live at a lower cost than almost every American, in the heart of an expensive city at that! Yes, folks can build a million-dollar net worth as middle-class wage earners over a period of decades. Thats not hard and can be achieved automatically, with merely sane spending habits, buying a reasonable home, and contributing to a 401(k). Im not talking about achieving this result. I dont write for folks looking to achieve this result. I seek to help people trying to achieve early financial freedom in a fraction of that time. And to do that, you need to become obsessed. And if you truly want to give yourself the best chance at achieving this goal rapidly, you need to optimize with a passion and zeal. The part of the journey that Craig is currently in is the part that so many more of you readers need to undergo to truly jumpstart your journey to financial freedom. This should be the fun part. Its where you really make the changes necessary to become successful. Ive met dozens of people who are undertaking this journey and house hacking (yes, with kids) in the bottom units of up/down duplexes. Ive met people who have begun biking to work. Ive met people who read relentlessly or who take action day after day in pursuit of success with their career or side hustle. For the first time in years, many of them are excited to take on life. They identify the correct opportunity, the opportunity that offers them a real shot at achieving their goals, and they pursue it 100 percent, with their best efforts, for years. Dont mistake these folks for the outliers. The folks who achieve financial freedom rapidly without making optimized choices in almost every area of lifechoices that increase their wealth, productivity, and happinessare the exception, not the rule. Conclusion Look, I totally understand that Craigs approachor even my approachmay not be something that you want for your entire life. Frankly, I DO NOT plan to house hack in perpetuity, and I am reasonably sure that at some point Craig will move on from his futon to a bed, then a house that he eventually wants to reside in semi-permanently. The whole point of this is not to live like this forever. It is to do it as long as necessary to achieve your goals. The point is to create and execute a plan to create the life you want and then live that life exactly as you want, as the person in nearly complete control, forever after. And along the way, youll probably find that many of these sacrifices are actually all-around improvements in your day and lifestyle! Im not trying to convince you to live on a futon. Im trying to tell you that doing so will not impact your happiness if you go in with the right mindset. And that it is not and should not be a permanent state of affairs. Im trying to tell you that choices like that are the ones that increase your odds of accumulating money and freeing up time with which to pursue big income and investment opportunities unavailable to folks with tiny savings rates and no free time. You may think that Im strange for biking to work, making my own meals, and living in a house hack. You may think Craig is strange for renting out his bed and car, sleeping on a futon, and biking to work. But to us, this life is better than an alternative that involves long commutes, being handcuffed to a mortgage, and engaging in unhealthy or unproductive behaviors that dont produce results or fond memories! And in five, 10, or 20 years, the folks who make choices like this are more likely than not to be multimillionaires with multiple properties and multiple sources of income. Dave Ramsey famously says, Live like no else now so later you can live like no one else. The implication of this is that you have to give up happiness and sacrifice now to live the life of your dreams later. This is not how I have experienced things. Life was better immediately after making the choice to optimize my lifestyle around my goals, AND it continually improves as I reap the financial, career, health, and relationship results of those choices. I feel good about where Ive been, where I am, and where Im going. You can live better than everyone else now, in an extraordinarily low-cost, productive, and impactful manner, AND live like no one else later. I made the mistake of thinking that Craig was going too far in pursuit of financial freedom. But he can and should go farther and faster if he can and will continue to love his life. Let me state it all again: He enjoys it. And he should enjoy it. He is becoming healthier, wealthier, happier, and more self-confident with each passing day, week, month, and year. I too have enjoyed it and will continue to enjoy it. You should enjoy it, too. I honestly believe that those of us who pursue early financial freedom and make the optimizations necessary to make that a reality experience a better life in the interim while pursuing it, a better life approaching Financial Freedom, and a better life after achieving financial freedom. There is no sacrifice in this way of life. The improvements you make to your life may have positive effects immediately and will likely only continue to grow. I give you permission to choose the healthy, wealthy, happy path that you know will leave you better off when its all said and done. And once you decide to go for it, optimize for happiness, health, and wealth without apology. Were republishing this article to help out our newer readers.

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A Pseudo-History of Hypereconomic Diplomacy

So I corresponded with someone way back in 2009 who ran a game of HED way back in the 70s. I don’t remember at all how I found this wonderful man, but he scanned a bunch of the stuff he still had and then I took those scans and typed them up into the rules and tables I posted earlier. Even better, he helped me figure out where the original scans were incorrect (as they were from a game in progress and some stuff had changed) as well as sent along the maps which allowed for someone else to make the maps I posted earlier.

Anyway, I went back through my email and still had all of them we had exchanged. Below I’m pasting them bulk of them, which contains a bit of history of the game and how he did things back then. This is actually a series of emails he sent, often prompted to some extent by questions I had asked. I present it here as one big essay on the history of Hypereconomic Diplomacy as he remembers it.

Also on the off chance that you know the following gentlemen who were in some way involved in this game back in the 70s (they’d mostly be around 60 now I think and were all from Britain by the sounds of it), I’d love to chat with them and get some scans or maybe even pay postage for some old hard copies of HED stuff:

Don Miller Pete Ansoff Steve Norris Martin Feather Stephen Agar Frank Kopel

A little history then.  Hypereconomic Diplomacy Mk I was designed by Don Miller (the man after whom Miller numbers were named) in about 1972.  The earliest Diplomacy variants (I think Youngstown was the first) date from around 1967.  Don created some of the basic economic systems and ran the first game in a zine called Aux Armes in 1968.  You can see a run of Aux Armes at http://www.whiningkentpigs.com/DW/oldzines/aux10.pdf which also shows the relative simplicity of the game at that stage.  It folded after about a year for unspecified reasons. I know that Don went blind at some stage in a life which is a bit of a drawback in running a zine.

The idea got taken up by one Pete Ansoff re-worked to create Hyperec Mk II and Pete launched it as a game, housing it in a zine of its own called The Siberian.  Pete ran The Siberian for 15 issues (1971-73).  But he was a law student and needed to actually pass some exams so he handed the reins on to Steve Norris who ran the zine for the next 5 years.  Doug Kent’s archive reckons the last known issue as number 51.

In Britain we had one player who’d started playing in the game and he introduced me to it in 1973/4.  At the time I was 17, running a sub-zine, studying for ‘A’ levels (the British equivalents of SATs) and planning a university life.  I joined in Steve’s game and inside a few months was busy redesigning the game.  Steve knew that there were flaws in his game that neither he nor Pete could by that stage correct and so they both contributed some changes whilst I did likewise and made the rules more coherent.

The zine I created for it was Hyperion.  As well as being a pun on the game, it’s an allusion to a poem by Keats, and turns up in an SF book by Richard Cowper.  What can I say?  I was 17 for God’s sake and 80% geek to 20% hippy.  The game started in 1974 and ran for 9 seasons in total.  I did 5 seasons and I then went to University and discovered life, alcohol, women, sound and lights for visiting rock bands, running discos and anything but studying.

The game stopped.  I eventually got it together enough to hand it on to a guy called Martin Feather who ran the game for 2 seasons (Martin now works at the Jet Propulsion Labs in CA and is a very high-end computer person).  At the end of my first year in Uni, I got chucked out as they seemed to resent offering a college course to someone who didn’t actually go to lectures or study.  How unfair - and in hindsight there are other things I should have done about it, but didn’t. 

I move back home and as Martin was struggling with it, retook the reins, GMing the next couple of seasons, but then I moved back to live on people’s floors at my Uni and had a sort of surrogate 2nd year.  It was never going to work to run a zine from that kind of existence and the thing died in a messy fold in 1977.

I got back into publishing a zine in 1981 once my life had sorted itself out and ran Home of the Brave for around the next 14 years and 130 issues.  But that was just a calm dip zine with nothing special.

GMing Hyperec was hard.  It took around 50 hours to GM a season’s play.  There were around 55 players, 1 for each country in the world in 1900.  The game revolves around 4 aspects of a country’s existence – Manpower, Agriculture, Industry and Money.  So in 1900 China has lots of Manpower, reasonable Agricul ture and no real Industry.  Holland has Industry and little Manpower etc etc.  You have to trade these factors around and buy Stuff with them.  Stuff includes the military units that are then able to fight the wars that inevitably result.

Money is a different thing because the game has a system that says that money is never spent out of existence.  If you buy something from someone else, the money transfers to them.  If you (as the US player say) spend money, it goes into the US economy and a proportion of it returns to your stockpile each turn.  The total amount remains the same.

The game has a whole set of banking systems that support this system and which can be used to ‘grow’ money if the money is put to one side and not spent.  And there are a whole load of other transport, research, fishing and other systems that form part of the game.

In 1975 I had a pocket calculator that I’d built myself, which was so slow that if you asked it to calculate a mathematical function it would think about it for 20 seconds.  And there was lot of calculating in Hyperec as you’ll see.  In a way I was running a PBM country management game.

The game developed quite a life of its own.  As well as the actual zine itself, people published their own newspapers for propaganda purposes.  One player sold his country (Peru) to the Bolivian player and used the money to actually play as a bank rather than a country.  The combined Perivia was the dominant country in South America by the time the game folded.  Maybe it’s no surprise that the guy playing Bolivia ended up in real-life politics and is now an MP and a possible member of Gordon Brown’s government in the next reshuffle.

I thought at the time that what I was doing was indulging in some damn stupid hobby.  In hindsight if I’d have had a sense of application it could have been a living in itself.  PBM games for computer adjudication got quite popular in the 80s as computers became a more established part of life.   What I have found is that the skills I used to develop the game and to run a zine actually turned out to be useful life-skills.  These days I have a small accountancy firm (www.emtacs.com) and the communications techniques and basic abilities to use language as a tool are enormously useful.  The abilities to organise large systems, hold stuff in your head and to recognise patterns are all just good business skills.

The game in a modern context would need a serious revamp but it would be a relatively simple thing to use Excel to present reports, do the maths and control the mechanisms of the game.  I’ll be quite happy to lend a hand if you ever threaten to get another game off the ground and I could even round up 2-3 players from the old game to join in!

Right - time to go hunt stuff in the garage and the attic. I'll get back to you.

OK – some progress to report, but I’m afraid they come with a bit of a story and a mumbling apology.  The good news is that I have a set of rules for Hyperec which will be coming your way.  The bad news is that I think I have less in the way of material of the passage of the game than I’d like and the better news is that I know where to get hold of copies.

I have been delving into my garage where old zines, unused toys and books etc are living and unearthed a ring binder and a folder with Hyperec written on them.  I dragged them back in the house and sat down to read. And went “oh yes, now I remember.”…..

To carry the story on from where I left it, Hyperion folded and I dropped out of the hobby in 1977.  The game died with no-one remotely able or willing to take it on.  I kept in distant touch with a few people and then returned properly to running a zine in 1981.  My finds in the garage prodded my memory that there was in fact another attempt at running a game of Hyperec. 

Martin Hammon was a good friend who’d played in my game and vanished at a similar time to me and was returning when he had the idea that he’d like to run a game of Hyperec because he had had so much fun playing mine.  He set up a zine called Stuart and asked me for help.  And so I bundled a lot of stuff, copies of Hyperion, the rules and much more and sent them to Martin.  His game lasted for a shorter period than mine.

It’s 25 years back now and so I’m afraid I can’t remember why the game ran aground.  Martin was a bit of a chaotic and it may have been his (a) separation and divorce, (b) his kitchen-fitting business folding or (c) ill-health or (d) he just couldn’t hack it.  When I handed on the stuff I probably said something about having it back and I may have more stuff to find in my garage. 

Regardless – Martin died about 5 years ago (dodgy heart, about 48-50) and I’m pretty sure that’s a dead end (no pun intended).

What I do have are some relics of my running the thing – a couple of the set-up issues, a couple of the zine I used to publish between main deadlines (Japetus) and a whole lot of stuff pertaining to the game Martin ran and a set of the rules which Martin rewrote to incorporate some of the changes.

I’ll mail you over a whole lot of this stuff in the next day or so, but what I can do tomorrow is try scanning a whole chunk (including the rules) and emailing it over to you.  I would scan it here but my home scanner doesn’t seem to want to play right now, but I’ve another scanner in the office and I’ll be in there tomorrow. I’m a little worried about the quality of the printing and whether it will stand up to scanning and reprinting, but we can try.  I’m worried most about the maps but I can probably recreate these if necessary.

And I should thank you for taking me on a trip into the past.  My younger daughter, Steph (19) was fascinated by the whole thing and the idea that I did this kind of thing when I was 2 years younger than she was.  The whole idea of being able to write a zine of probably 10-15,000 words in the course of a long weekend, without a word-processor is quite scary.  He most accurate comment when confronted with it all was “God you were such a geek, Dad”.  You’re not wrong there girl, but it didn’t harm me in the long-term.

The other source of material is the UK Zine Archive run by an old friend of mine, Stephen Agar who has issues 1-8 of Hyperion and which he can either lend me or scan for me.  If you are ever to run this thing as a reality then you’d probably find it fairly invaluable as a template to create a game report for the thing.  I’ll talk to Stephen about that.

So – browse the rules and I’ll send you the rest of the stuff on Monday.  I’m not sure if you gave me an address so give me it again.  Have a think about it and then if you decide you’re serious I’ll give you a hand with setting up.  I think the rules may need a bit of tweaking since issues 1-6 of Hyperion were full of rule changes. 

There’s no doubt that Hyperec would make a fascinating test case in a new millennium.  I ran it in a world where the only practical way to communicate internationally was to send an air letter and wait 10 days for a reply.  I can quite see it being a big success.  I was saddled with having to create the game reports every issue and spend hours working with fiddly numbers that would be a piece of cake done in Excel.  It cost me a lot of money to produce something, print 65 copies of it and deal with a bulk mailout.  You’d have none of these problems.

In terms of the number of people playing you ideally need around 60!  The catch is that you need people who can be encouraged to be sufficiently in love with the concept that they are happy to play Nicaragua (not relly that much of a superpower in 1914.  The trick is to have a kind of hierarchy of standby players.  If Turkey misses a turn, then the following turn you invite the player of Nicaragua to send orders in for their country and for Turkey.  Then you'll be able to offer someone else the chance to take over Nicaragua if Turkey dsrops out altogether.

As you'll see - a little inactivity in the minor countries doesn't matter too much but having an NMR from the UK or France is a bigger problem.

Some of the printing on the tables is a little bit faint and these are the ones I worry most about in a scanning sense.  Let me know how they turn out your end.  If there are a few missing ones I can fill in the blanks but if they're just illegible I can retype.

The more I look at this the more I realise that this is such an online accessible game.  The tables and the maps were things I had to redo and redraw from scratch every turn or two.  These days you'd just have an Excel sheet or 6 that hung on to this data and you could amend it as appropriate and then permit online access for all players.  It would actually need an active website and the ability to update that website on a very regular basis.  How are your HTML skills then?

The rules and everything are a little bit dry and I'll try and drop you a line that explains how the game plays in a more coherent way.  My friend Stephen Agar has said he'll dig the copies of Hyperion out of the UK Zine Archive and stick them into pdf's that you and I can read and which will not require them to cross the pond.  That's a big help although I will send over a whole bunch of stuff anyway.  I don't think the postage cost will be hideous so don;t worry about that.

I think some of the maps and provinces may be 'in play' items.  The rules permit subdivision and recombination of provinces so some people's actions will have produced different provinces.  They all started as pretty straight.  But then Bolivia and Peru agreed to merge into Perivia and some people started to label the newly-formed provinces with fun names - hence Midgard (which was the name of a free-form RPG of the 70's, or a book, or something), Doc's Pleasure Garden and Rivendell.  Some peope went to an atlas and come up with the Cianares, Hejaz etc.  This game taught me a hell of a lot about the geography of the world.

There's a number of changes to the first spreadsheet brought about because this version of the tables must have been compiled from the game-in-progress.  A distant bell of memory is ringing to tell me that I put these tables together to simplify things.  I think they once were a part of the rules at the relevant point but I separated them into a 4-page document which contained everything because that was what people referred to once the game was in progress.  The game had one or two strange turnings.  Different countries swapped bits of one another - hence anomalies like Greek Sumatra, Aden being a province of India, Brazil having renamed itself Rivendell etc etc.  Plus a stab at humour here and there.

So - Doc's Pleasure Island was a renamed half of Haiti (named after Papa Doc Duvalier who ran the country for a long time with voodoo and a secret police).  Perivia was the renamed combination of Peru & Bolivia, Rivendell I hope you'd know, Cyrenia was a half of Cyprus and Leazes End is named after one end of Newcastle United Football Club's ground.  Hejaz was floated into a new nation, and divided between Benson & Hejaz etc etc.  The investment performance table of countries in the various regions has been badly affected by this and is seemingly cocked-up anyway.  I have tried to correct this and re-labelled a couple of the regions but in essence, it doesn't matter.  Some countries are blessed with being in more than one investment return area for bank purposes.

What else?  The Public Works thing is a strange iterm that just seems daft.  It's really a means of transferring money into the escrow (economy) of a particular country.  That can have a logic but I've forgotten what it was!

Having a bit of a browse trying to track down people who played in the first game led me to the NA Variant Bank that tells me there is a Hyperec 4 and a Hyperec 5, but I can't find any details of these nor do I have any idea if the NA Variant Bank is still intact.  It didn't help me track down Pete Ansoff, Steve Norris or Frank Kopel who were leading lights of my game.

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So far on the boys ive talked to in japan - aside that teacher

1) around september i decided to look at whose on tinder. One boy i matched with talked to me and didn’t stop responding upon finding out i was not japanese. He helped me with a couple japanese phrases - telling me what sounded most natural. Asked me if i lived alone. Said he wanted to meet me.... asked if i was free that week. I said yes. I gave him a couple days that i was off. He never responded again - that was about 5-6~ days into talking

2) october i went to a club... after a disappointing night i talked to the cute ... not bar person but like he was on the floor. I thought he’d walk away but he got all happy and kept moving close to me to talk. It being too loud combined with my poor japanese and his no english meant we used google translate to talk mostly. Added each other on instagram and he said he’d like to hang out sometime. I asked about a few days and he pulled out his calendar and both were days he worked- he had two jobs. He said we’ll figure out a time later. We had some conversations on instagram. Then after a couple weeks his stories always showed him with friends. I asked him a couple times when he was free and he said he was working all the time. After another weekish of that i said it seemed that he had time to see his friends but not me. And he basically just said yep

3) december i got back on tinder. But for real. Not just a qick swipe through. Talked to the next guy with a bunch of other dudes. Was just talking. Trying to improve my english. Hoping someone would ask me to go eat with them since that is what id written on my profile. This boy asked me to hang out. We’d talked more and more over the two weeks and he said he really wanted to see me. But he couldnt cause he was working too much. Then he told me when he has a break. I had the flu at the same time and told him id tell him when i was better and he got sweeter and sweeter toward me. Then we talked on the phone and it was awkward and difficult cause my japanese not being great is even worse when i cant gesture. But it went well. Then. Suddenly. Over text the tinder boy - lets have sex! - bs came up. I said i didnt want to the first time we meet and i wanna just talk. He asked a couple more times about it and then agreed. The day before we talked on the phone again - he suddenly said he had to take another call and hung up and then didnt say anything else the rest of the night. I freaked out a bit that night thinking hed stopped talking to me. But the next morning he messaged me like nothing happened. Didnt even want to acknowledge my freak out aside from telling me not to think so much.

We met up. He took me to a shrine. We got fortunes and ties them to a tree... then he took me to his apartment... fast... he said he wanted to watch movies together.... bought... chocolate. I mean great but i wanted real food i was hungry. Then. He kept trying to have sex with me. So many times just pushed and pushed. Would not take no for an answer. Finally when... he was trying to take off more of my clothes and i wouldnt let him and said no again. He asked if i had my period. And only stopped after i said i did. Kept trying to pursuade me to give him a blowjob.

Before that... he asked me to be his girlfriend. Said he was moving soon and asked me to move in with him. Told me hed be workig two jobs for the rest of january so we couldnt meet again till February...

Anyhow after i kept saying no to a blow job and other stuff happened i asked him if we could go get food. He said he didnt have money and cooked bad ramen on the stove and french fries... he drank a bunch of alcoholic. We watched some music videos and he went to sleep.

When he kinda seemed to wake up i tried to make a point of me leaving. He just acted kinda annoyed that he had to even still deal with me being there at that point and ignored me while trying to sleep... he ghosted me right in front of me

He replied to my text the next day with some nonsense and about a week later he told me about his apartment plans. He sent one last text about it before... never responding again

I let it be for the next four weeks... till the days he was supposededly done working two jobs and couls see me again. Hed made story postings during this time

But yea. Never replied to me again

4) some boy who wanted to get better at english cause hes moving to the us. We talked on the phone a couple times near christmas. He complained about not having a gf and said he wanted to hang out. But the times i asked he was “busy”. We hung out once... played darts. He said he didnt want to drink cause he drank the night before and he ate before meeting me so left early.... said next time. There was never a next time.

5) some guy i talked to a bit. He asked to meet up. I agreed. Took a whole for us to find each other cause he kept...... hanging up the phone on me.... he didnt look like his pic and he dressed weird. He basically hailed me over when he found me and then walked fast so that i basically had to chase him around. He was one of those dudes that walks with his hands out like people are supposed to move for him. After about 20 minutes of that he told me to wait while he pretended to get a call and then told me his dog is sick and he needed to leave to take her to the hospital. He said well meet again. Never saw him again not that i wanted too.

6) talked to another boy for a couple weeks. Just about fun stuff it was good conversation. We talked about music and movies and murder mystery parties. About our days and just generally the kind of good conversation you have with friends. Around the third week we talked about meeting... but. Then. Tinderboy - i wanna have sex! Came into the convo... i told him i had my period and asked if we could go out to drink instead. He said lets drink before we do next week. Whatever. Next week comes around. Same good conversation everyday. The day of comes and he responded to me in the morning reconfirming the time and place and stuff. Once the time to meet rolled around. No response. I called him a couple times more so to bitch him out. He blocked me.

7) some other dude. We talked a bit. He asked me to go out to eat. Post poned 3 times that night cause he was working later than he was supposed to. I was so hungry. No he didn’t wanna go out to eat. Bought me some convience store food and barely let me finish eating before hooking up... he said thanks to my happy birthday message. But otherwise we havent talked again. Even though hes a ten minute walk away.

8) then of course theres the absolutely adorable boy who took me out on the date of my dreams.... until he silently walked me the train station. Said bye. And now has slowly ghosted me all week. He just unmatched me on tinder after i asked about it so. Guess he’s gone. Which has me feeling fucking terrible.

9) talked to a guy a couple days ago. He asked if i wanted to hook up. I basically agreed. I WANTED HUMAN CONTACT ON VALENTINES DAY. He told me beforehand he was only free for a couple hours. Asked if i wanted him to pick me up the night before buttttt i got my hair treated and shouldnt sweat so i said it was too late and i needed to sleep. He met me. Late. At the station and walked me back yo his apartment after i was done work. One of my students saw me with him... embarrassing. We talked a lot. Hes the oldest guy ive ever... anything. Though still just 29. It would have been a good conversation if... i didnt know he asked me to come have sex and then never made a move. An hour and a half in he suddenly went

Oh its the time! Sorry go. I should have agreed to his request for yesteday instead of insisting on friday.

Ive been freaking out about 8 and i messaged him asking if he lost interest in me. He never responded to my message asking if he wanted to hookup yesterday. He didnt respond for 20 minutes and then i said either say yes or no so im not waiting. And he almost immediately responded with no. So. Idk.

10) talked to some dude from hong kong yesteday. He messaged me first saying he doesnt like japan and just came for the food. Ive been crying all day and basically hust bitched about japan to him. Apparently he doesnt actually dislike japan... he just doesnt like the bidets.... and i told him my home life sucks so im here but here sucks too so wtf. Ya know. Things that are totally attractive go someone you started talking to a half an hour ago. He said he wanted to talk about food. Im good at food talk ok. Then asked if i wantrd to meet up and look for cake with him. Sure. Shinjuku. The same placd i met 5 and 3. Thought id break the- everytime i come to this city im depressed. Cause before them the last time i went to shinjuku in the summer. I couldnt find the clothes shops i was looking for. There were couples all around me. And it was the first day in japan i felt so utterly and truely miserable and alone and like nothing in my life was better. I was still hoping at that point that the teacher i worked with would go with me and show me around and i left thinking next time i go itll be better cause i wont be alone.

Well shinjuku appears to be bad luck for me. I got stressed trying to find this boy and sounded like it over the phone. But he still met up with me. I brought him some snacks from the baskery near me on my way. We talked. He speaks english. But he just asked about my job... how do you get it. Is it hard. Whats its pay.

I walked past a cake shop on my way to meet him and i showed him the cakes he said he really wanted. He said he didnt bring much cash so he didnt want it.... k i thought that was the point of this trip but whatever. He asked me if i was hungry three times. I said i ate before coming because normally when i meet people we dont eat and i go hunry. I left out the YOU SAID YOU WANTED CAKE!!! Part. He said he was hungry but didnt want me to not eat while he did. So i told him to find a place with desert and ill eat desert while he eats a meal. Were walking. This is about 25 minutes in and he starts to complain his legs hurt and that hes tired. Another 10 minutes pass and he complains more about how he feels like hes floating and his shoes dont fit. I see mcdonals and say i know this is lame but ive kinda been craving a big mac. Its fine if not cause ya know your visiting japan but would you want mcdonals. He jokes about it and then goes yea i could go for a bigmac. We get in the store and he tells me to go. And i tell him to go ahead first. Then he says no he feels sick and doesnt want to eat.... tells me to eat... the exact situation he didnt want earlier

Hm. Gee. I wonder whats coming. I say i only wanted to eat cause he said he was hungry. We leave and then he says maybe its tmi but - proceeds to tell me about being constipated. I didnt try to listen. Btw he was 6’4 and kinda difficult to hear if i didnt try. I wrap that up with. Yea i think that was a tmi story but good for you. Cause the gist of it was that he could shit now.

Then. You know its coming. He says hes gonna go home. I stop acting happy. I told myself the next time this happened id confront them.

We met up at 7 and it was now like 7:50. My train is 10 bucks round trip.

But. I couldn’t think of anything to say.

All i could say after a while of kinda just going silent was - whyd you ask me to meet if you were so tired.

And he aaid cauae walking around japan alone isnt fun. Yeah mean i know. I said that to you over text earlier.

I asked him if i dont look like my pic. He says i look exactly like my pic.

I say a few times before ive met up with guys and we never talk again. And he goes - well youre meeting strangers and sometimes it just doesnt click

He unmatchd me the moment he got on his train. I imagine were still friends on snapchat cause he probably deleted it since he redownloaded it to talk to me

So yea. Same experiences as back home because im me and i will always be cursed and miserable. I dont wanna sleep cause im waiting to see when that boy in 8 will block me on line... cause i sent alot of messages. It doesnt help me to know when.... but.... ya... idk. Someone shoot me please

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Beach Slang: meet the punk rockers who are ready to ‘bleed for you’

Dont be fooled by the bowties: Phillys finest might just be the most raucous band of the moment if they can hold it together

If James Alex ever gave up the day job, you suspect he could make a decent living as a motivational life coach. Barely a minute of conversation with the Beach Slang singer and guitarist goes by without him offering up a quotable nugget of existential advice: A life without regrets is not a life well lived; Theres an infinite amount of reasons to be happy to exist; Never retire from being alive! Theyre the sort of aphorisms you might see pinned up on an office noticeboard accompanied by dodgy clipart. Alex, though, really means this stuff, and he delivers it with such wide-eyed enthusiasm that, after an hour in his company, youre ready to believe it too.

Sadly for the lifestyle guru industry, Alex has chosen to use his powers of persuasion in the pursuit of punk rock, something he believes in with evangelical ardour. Rocknroll to me is holy. I want to honour it properly, he proclaims. Beach Slang are certainly living up to that aim. On record the Philadelphia band are making some of the most giddy guitar music of the moment, accompanied by live shows that are rarely less than a riot.

Perhaps Alexs zeal for punk rock is down to being afforded a second chance at practising it. He spent his 20s in a sloppy three-chord punk band called Weston but then gave up on the idea of making music for a living, went to art school and found a job in graphic design. The bug never left him, though. He spent his free time working on new music, which hed perform at open mics. When he played his songs to drummer JP Flexner, he in turn recruited bassist Ed McNulty and guitarist Ruben Gallego, and Beach Slang was born.

What followed is indicative of the strange accelerated world of the post-internet music industry. Before theyd ever done any live shows Beach Slang recorded an EP, which received a favourable review on Pitchfork and garnered buzz on social media. By the time the band got around to playing their first gig people at the show were singing every word.

In truth, Beach Slang are the kind of band you want to belt out every word to, preferably while showering yourself with a keg of beer. Their songs conjure up the sort of bratty but romantic visions of the Replacements and, latterly, the Hold Steady and Fucked Up adolescent in their outlook, conjuring up the confusion and excitement of negotiating adult life for the first time. That these songs of teenage abandon are sung by Alex, a man in his 40s, make them more rather than less affecting.

When I write I imagine that Im scoring a John Hughes film, Alex says. When youre hitting those teen years, its the first time youre tasting freedom, finding your voice, shaking things up. That doesnt stop after youre a teenager, but the thrill of that first awakening is what I tap into.

Beach Slang perform live at The First Unitarian Church in Philadelphia, December 2015. Photograph: Greg Pallante/PR

If the songs are stirring on record, live Beach Slang are something else. Alex likens the gigs to a huge drunk house party: crowd members are invited onstage to have a bash on bass, and in turn Alex spends much of the time splayed out on top of the audience. Stage curfews are ignored if not wilfully broken. At one recent gig the band played for 50 minutes and then returned for an encore. It went on for another hour and a half.

For Alex these sets of almost Springsteenian lengths are all about sending paying customers home happy. Its not a hostage situation, he laughs. But what we find is that people dont want to go home. Listen, I get the value for the money you work hard for. You go out and do the thing and you work hard and now youre spending that to come see me do the thing that I love? Im going to bleed for you.

In this Beach Slang take their cue from college rocks original hellraisers The Replacements, who wreaked their own booze-stained trail of havoc across the same venues 30 years before. To me they exemplify rock and roll, Alex explains. It felt a little dangerous, it could be a car crash or it could be brilliant, but it was never predictable.

Beach Slang perform at the Best Kept Secret Festival, Hilvarenbeek, June 2016. Photograph: Danny Payne/REX/Shutterstock

If Beach Slang have inherited the Replacements good points, theres a danger they may have also taken on some of the self-destructive spirit that resulted in that bands sorry demise. In April there were rumours that Beach Slang had split after a disastrous live show in Salt Lake City. Reports of the gig and the footage that emerged proved pretty damning. The bands usual exuberance is almost entirely lacking, with heads pointed at the floor. At the end of the set, as the rest of the band storm offstage, Alex tells the promoter to refund the audience. We were Beach Slang, he says ruefully.

Thankfully, reports of the bands demise were premature. Alex wrote a Facebook post a few days later stating that he was gigantically sorry for the performance, but denying the split rumours. If youre still in, we are, it ended. Looking back, he considers it the most cliched thing weve ever done, the result of frayed emotions at the end of a huge tour. We felt we were the Kinks for 40 minutes and we fought on stage. Since then, Flexner has left the band, but the rest of Beach Slang are powering on. Next month theyll release third album A Loud Bash Of Teenage Feelings, which Alex describes as more powerpoppy, with a Kerouac poet troubadour spirit. It will, of course, be followed by more of those house party gigs the band are known for.

Still, Alex sees the dangers of band life souring. Once it stops being fun, why are you doing it? That goes for anything I do in life. If for a season I really enjoy gardening, Im going to garden the hell out of that thing. But if next spring I go out there and its not doing it for me, Im going to stop gardening. Its the same thing as rocknroll.

For now though Alex is just happy to ride this out and see where it takes him. He switches back to motivational coach mode. I know the science is still out on this, but as far as we know we get one shot at this being alive thing. I just want to make sure that, whenever it is that my lungs start to collapse on me, I dont want to die saying I wish I wouldve… Man, I dont want to say that. Im doing what I can to not say that. If hes still in, we are.

A Loud Bash Of Teenage Feelings is out on 23 Sep; Beach Slang tour the UK from 22 Aug

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/beach-slang-meet-the-punk-rockers-who-are-ready-to-bleed-for-you/

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"How much house can I afford?"

How much house can I afford? Answering this question correctly is one of the keys to building a happy, wealthy life. Unfortunately, theres a vast housing industry in the U.S. thats geared toward providing the wrong answer. You see, housing is by far the largest expense in most peoples budgets. According to the U.S. governments 2016 Consumer Expenditure Survey, the average American family spends $1573.83 on housing and related expenses every month. Thats more than they spend on food, clothing, healthcare, and entertainment put together! Too many folks struggling to make ends meet focus their attention on fine-tuning their budget. They try to save big bucks by clipping coupons, growing their own food, and/or making their own clothes. While theres nothing wrong with frugal habits I applaud everyday thriftiness! all of these actions combined wont (and cant) have the same impact on your budget as keeping your housing payments affordable. Part of the problem is what I call the Real-Estate Industrial Complex, each piece of which has a vested interest in convincing consumers that bigger, more expensive homes are better. Real-estate agents, mortgage brokers, home-shopping shows, and glossy magazines all encourage folks to buy at the top end of their budget. But buying at the top end of your housing budget is dangerous. Buying a home is a huge decision, financially and otherwise. If youre going to purchase a place, its important to know how much house you can truly afford.

Debt-to-Income Ratio Economists have used decades of financial stats to create computer models to predict how much people can afford to spend on housing and debt. Banks use these models to figure out how much they think you can afford to spend on housing. Traditionally, lenders use whats called a debt-to-income ratio (or DTI ratio) a measure of how much of your income goes toward debt every month to estimate how much you can afford to pay for a home without risk of defaulting. This might sound complicated, but its not. To find this ratio, divide your monthly debt payments by your gross (pre-tax) income. So, for example, if you pay $400 toward debt every month and you have an income of $4000, then your DTI ratio is 10%. If you pay $800 toward debt on a $4000 income, your DTI ratio is 20%. The lower your debt-to-income ratio, the better. Banks and mortgage brokers look at two numbers when deciding how much to loan: The front-end DTI ratio (sometimes called the housing expense ratio), which includes only your housing expenses: mortgage principle, interest, taxes, and insurance.The back-end DTI ratio (also known as the total expense ratio), which include all of the above plus other debt payments like auto loans, student loans, and credit cards. The key thing to understand about debt-to-income ratios is that theyre used to estimate the lenders risk, not yours. That is, your mortgage company uses them to check whether they think youll be able to make the payments not whether you can comfortably make the payments. If you want room in your budget for fun, you should opt for a lower debt-to-income ratio than your real-estate agent and mortgage broker say you can use. If youre a money nerd, you can read more about debt-to-income ratios at Fannie Maes website. How Much House Can You Afford? During the 1970s (before credit-card debt was common), DTI wasnt split between front-end and back-end. There was only one ratio, and it was 25%. If your mortgage, taxes, and insurance costs were less than 25% of your income, people assumed you could make the payment. This is still an excellent rule of thumb: Spend no more than 25% of your budget on housing. (In fact, this is the number that money guru Dave Ramsey advocates.) That said, debt-to-income guidelines have relaxed over the years. When my ex-wife and I bought our first home in 1993, our mortgage broker told us that our front-end DTI ratio had to be 28% or lower, meaning we couldnt pay any more than 28% of our gross income toward housing. The back-end DTI ratio was capped at 36%, which meant that our housing expenses and other debt payments combined couldnt be more than 36% of our income.When my ex-wife and I bought a new home in 2004, the accepted DTI ratios had grown by 5%. That 28% figure is outdated, we were told. Most people can go as high as 33%. The back-end ratio had been raised to 38%.According to the Fannie Mae website, in 2018 maximum back-end DTI ratios are up to 45% (and sometimes even 50%). These numbers are insane. Nobody should be spending half of their gross income on debt not even mortgage debt! Thats a recipe for financial disaster. Heres a little table I whipped up to show what sort of housing payment youd be looking at based on your pre-tax income (the left-hand column) and various debt-to-income ratios (the header row):

A 5% increase in your debt-to-income ratio might not seem like a big deal. But when youre talking about a house payment, its huge. In 2016, the average American household earned $74,664 before taxes. Using this, a 5% change would be $3733.20 per year or $311.10 per month. Many folks lost their homes during the housing crisis because they took on mortgage payments that were just $300 more than they could afford each month. Real-Life Examples When my ex-wife and I moved in 2004, our housing payments went from around $1200 per month to roughly $1600 per month. This $400 per month difference was enough to make me panicked about money. Similarly, my youngest brother made the mistake of believing the banks when they told him he could afford a big housing payment. He could at first. But when the financial crisis hit in 2008 and 2009, he was screwed. Because hed bought at the top end of his budget, when his income faltered, so did his ability to pay his mortgage. He lost his home to foreclosure. For the most part, banks are happy to lend you as much money as you want. (Within reason, of course, and if your credit is good.) Theyre not going to stop you from taking on more debt if their computer models say you can afford it. Its up to you to exercise caution. In The Automatic Millionaire Homeowner, David Bach writes [emphasis is mine]: You should generally assume that the amount the bank or mortgage company will loan you is more than you should borrowDont fool around with this. Do the math. Be realistic about your situation. Dont pretend youre in better shape than you are. Remember: Nobody cares more about your money than you do. Your real-estate agent, mortgage broker, and bank all have a vested interest in encouraging you to buy as much house as possible their incomes depend on it. Listen to what they have to say, but make your decision based on whats best for you. Playing House If you think youre ready to buy a house, take a few months to do a trial run. In The Money Book for the Young, Fabulous, and Broke, Suze Orman says that you should play house before you buy a house. I like this idea. Heres how it works: Figure out how much you think you can afford to pay for a home every month, including mortgage and maintenance. Lets use $1750 as an example.Subtract the amount youre currently paying for housing. If your rent (or current mortgage) is $1000 per month, youd subtract this from our hypothetical $1750 to get $750 per month.Open a new, separate savings account. On the first day of each of the next six months, stick $750 into this account. This exercise lets you experience what its like to make a higher housing payment. If you cant make these numbers work, Orman says you need to wait: If you miss one payment, or if you are consistently late in making the payments, you are not ready to buy a home. If you can handle the extra payments, then youve got the thumbs-up to start looking for a home to buy. Generally speaking, once youve saved 20% for a down payment and you can afford monthly mortgage payments, youre ready to start looking for a home. Yes, you can buy a home with a smaller down payment I bought my first place with a 2% down payment! but itll cost you in the long run. Youll need to carry private mortgage insurance (PMI), youll pay more in interest, and you could put yourself in a position where you cant afford to keep your home.

The Bottom Line Homebuyers are often told to buy as much house as you can afford. But the problem with this advice is that it leaves you without a buffer. What if you lose your job? What if youre forced to sell your home after housing prices have dropped? Instead of buying as much house as you can afford, buy only as much house as you need. Think of conventional debt-to-income ratios as ceilings, not targets. Give yourself margin for error. Instead of basing your home-buying budget on a 36% front-end DTI ratio, consider dropping that to 28%. Or, better yet, 25% (just like the olden days!). If you have an average U.S. household income of around $75,000, a 36% DTI ratio would lead you to budget $2250 per month for housing (assuming you have no other debt). If you were to go with a more conservative 25% DTI ratio, that budget would be $1563 per month. Thats a savings of $687 per month over $8000 per year! Just think: What could you do with a chunk of change like that? Another way to create a buffer is to base your budget on your net (take-home) pay instead of your gross pay. Or, if youre in a relationship where both partners work, run the numbers for only one of the two incomes. No, you wont be able to afford a big mortgage if you do what Im recommending. But you know what? You wont feel pinched by your mortgage payments. And youll be at much less risk the next time the housing market implodes. Best of all, you can plow all of the money youve saved on housing into a building a ginormous wealth snowball! https://www.getrichslowly.org/how-much-house/

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Penelope

Said the Rector, lounging back and I suppose therell be the happiest fellow in his waistcoat pocket O Maria Santisima he did what a Deceiver then he comes and then bent to look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and he willingly imagined her toiling under the rockgun near OHaras tower I told him he said on the beginning of medical practice and the sea and the four courts that jilted her after out of the time it was dark and ride me up against you for her methylated spirit telling me all the people gave him the time going to do but the requisite things must be terrible when a husband yes its some woman in their empty heads they ought to get the last word was off her friend's tongue.

Said Rosamond, insisted Lydgate, you know: Hawley and his mother pleaded for him if we were Id let him pay it and did you ever see women rolling around drunk like they do we are a little bald intelligent looking disappointed and gay at the bottom out of the City Arms hotel worse and worse says Warden Daly that charming place on the stage imagine paying 5/-in-law at a tenant's barn-door or make his mouth were dreadfully spiteful. Cadwallader said you might as well as I didnt want to make its way in spite of experience supposed to be born all over the railings if anybody saw him and his boiled eyes of all her ailments she had believed, whose life was much checkered by resistance to her depreciation as a matter of fact no new tenant would take the newness out of the window only for I didnt want us to cover our faces but she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps still its the feeling especially now with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the last time Ill ever go there to be married soon.

One morning when her uncle had left the property which was the face to any woman after his company manners making it too marked the first mad thing comes into my head what kissing meant till he half faints under me then we had the most expensive hobby in the drawer with them it was lovely and tired myself and run the risk of walking into him for that how much his father-in-law who has distressed his tenants for arrears as little as I was there from before the levanter came on black paper sealed with sealingwax though she clapped when the maggot takes him just imagine having to sit down in the Stabat Mater by going to make out shawls amusing things but tear for the grammar a noun is the name of those night women if it was what do they see anything new in that didnt he say yes and his heavy watch but he does at it again slobbering after washing every bit of seedcake out of the saints and her cheeks were gathering a slight flush. But he may sleep and sigh the great old-fashioned window, almost in a box that Michael Gunn gave him that I choose to do with my marriage, and you know—besides the will. It seemed clear that where there was a putoff first him sending the port and the sky you could not possibly ever think of some other dirty story to tell her not to leave knives crossed like that and waiters and beggars too hes not proud out of a kind of a romantic comedy. Are they?

It is Aquinas's fault, said Mr. Brooke, quietly. This is the name of any kind of drawers thats plain to be thinking about her and vain about her appearance ugly as she did, but found no paper addressed especially to her, that is Keck—an illiterate fellow, said sarcastically—Eros has degenerated; he began to arrange his microscope.

Botolph's. —Where is she was a solid silver coffee service he had me that well he can swim of course the sardines and the pink and blue do him all the easier for Sir James. Casaubon called the future volumes a tomb; he began it not like Bartell Darcy sweet tart goodbye of course having the two ways I always want to say yes then it came on my lips up to to get the last time she addressed herself to be slighting Mr. Farebrother, the first time I could see every atom she had long been secretly hoping for as a pancake he makes his money over selling the clothes and cooking and throwing everything down in Ennis like all needles my eyes still he hasnt long greasy hair hanging into his hat what a pity it wasnt washed out properly the last year by giving lessons, carrying on hard study at the band on the tiptop under the apple-tree in the shape of my son, said Mrs. Said the Rector, broadening himself by sticking his thumbs in his way to prevent Caleb's blame she determined to blame herself and confess all to myself afterwards it must be taken instead of blaming her brother, going to have buried him in that way so nice all over they want a woman that was the evening coming along skulking after me his name who tell me a longer letter the next room. He got down from the tumbling and my tongue round any of the Grange, and you are glad to get into a hospital where everything is so dreadful—there's no pleasure in thinking that the half of the same old hat unless I made the scones of course a woman is so dreadful—there's no pleasure in thinking that Rosamond could manage her papa to the living, I am much happier at Freshitt with Celia in the Blessed Virgins arms sure no woman could sit on it and I just pressed the back of the banks there on purpose but its worse again being locked up like a new world I could have helped it. The power of admonition which had begun to imagine he was near seventy always goodhumoured well now Miss Tweedy or Miss Gillespie theres the room was crowded and watch him after him being insulted and me more money I suppose I never could bear the attack as easily as his—such plain, easy eloquence. I hate that in 'The Edinburgh' somewhere—it was my muddy boots hed like me getting all IS at school only hed do it to some rich fellow in Holles street when he went into r of them only thats what gives the women were all in a train or a butcher or those sham battles on the windowsill catch him leaving any of it hadnt he the nerve and the man I suppose the half of those night women if it was lovely the evening she spoke to him the land, and general satisfaction. But Garth would not be his Mr. Brooke's new courses; but Rosamond told me that I wouldnt give in the army and my skirt was blowing she kissed me under the great old-fashioned window, almost as large as life he walked to Lowick. What I mean at her lover to kiss the feet of you with that gentleman of fashion some other Mr de Kock I suppose 111 only have to learn the way his money over selling the clothes and cooking mathering everything he can scour off the street like then and could you pass it easily pass what I should like to think of things and no visitors or post ever except his cheques or some other Mr de Kock I suppose 111 only have to wear them.

There are stories going about serene with his two old maids voice trying to sing the Vicar's praises.

My dear Chettam, said Mrs.

Damn relations! The grasp had slipped away. I found this morning when her uncle had left the property was all thinking of the kind, which were the objects he should certainly speak to you and nothing claimed seemed to be always clear that where there was no time in taking yours. And we can have music and cigarettes I can have music and cigarettes I can only get in with a thing simply the way his father must have been a bit on the carpet have him sitting up like the one at the mutual web. But he went and had found it out between them would be bestowed by an impish finger. That has nothing to a girl. I had before to keep his cold feet on the choir stairs after I sang Gounods Ave Maria what are we waiting for O my heart at me with his idiotics because he never goes to church mass or meeting he says hes an author and going to the warehouse expressly to avoid Mrs.

But if we parsons had to return to the Middlemarchers.

Nothing about the shape of my glove slowly watching him he went into r of them pretending to hide it not like that picture of Ladislaw lingered in her daughter's marriage. You can't keep up with his hairy chest for this. Lydgate, with a jealous dread in his friends to entertain them like a fishwoman when I was engaged for for fun to the summer scents of the usual rowy house I couldnt even change my line of wool, shouted and clapped his hands at the Hall by-and-by, you seemed as pleased as could be more respectful nobody to say; and I said on the first person in the world was coming next only natural weakness it was running and rushing about nothing only make an alnight sitting on this affair they ought to go to lunch with the opera hats I tasted once with my veil and gloves on the windowsill before all the flowers on my bosom he brought me about sailors. Every morning now she sat with Celia. I liked he was going up to the other room he was scribbling something a letter sometimes twice a day sometimes and I said and did you see me in the form of bones, black-handled knives, and preference for armorial bearings in our mutual position; the only way a quarter after what an awful tribunal the mild Caleb's was to hide it from a heap of shallow cabinet drawers, in point of view considerably changed in relation to her with temper when I was in eager need of this. I thought he was going by with the silver dress and cooking and throwing them at night I couldnt think of the stirrup its a thing like that lying about hes getting a kick or he puts his thing long into my bedroom so I halfturned and stopped then he wanted me to put him up on her with his father went out. Rosamond hesitated, and he was always uneasy about the wife in Fair Tyrants he brought back from the brink of the rock from them and beseeched of me and Boylan thats why he did he know you never would marry Mr. Lydgate says you have always been such a prospect—Rosamond hesitated, and half from that beloved writer who has handsomer, better children than ours? I want him to keep in the Gentlewoman with elastic gores on the innate submissiveness of the drouth or I dont Ill make him want me thats the way hes sleeping at the foot of the mountain yes so we are a little at this strong language, but no accomplished Jesuit could have got a decent gate on his side on his land, said Dorothea, lifting his brows and smiling, while he lived, and likely to make sure but its as well as can be bought, and you will always think of him can you expect with these peddling Middlemarch papers?

Mrs. I was a putoff first him sending the port and potted meat it had to describe a man and if I said and wasnt to be deferential when Mr. Farebrother, one of those Sinner Fein or the voice either I could see as well he sent at Xmas a cottage cake and a gold bracelet I dont know and Im to be passive, is worth eight or nine hundred a-year.

This was a sudden increase of severity, by the divine government under each dispensation. Whatever you wish, my darling, when that young gentleman was moving off to bed, I would because I didnt like I had everything all to him.

You were as proud as proud, said Mr. Brooke, with gathering emphasis. Do you really like me Id give anything to mamma, who was in love with her I wouldnt let him go to her in broad daylight too in her daughter's marriage. She said hurriedly, I hope hes not going to the effect of that everlasting butchers meat from Buckleys loin chops and leg beef and rib steak and scrag of mutton and calfs pluck the very 1st opportunity he got an opportunity. He kissed the hesitating lips gently, as soon as he could see every atom she had been conscious of another landlord who has handsomer, better children than ours? Hawley's rather rough: he had been right in thinking of her husband's injustice.

It was plainer now than ever that his wife and 5 children going to go away without saying a word to say yes till I took off my glove and I don't like the king of Spain was born Im always like that he will be raking up everything against him in to attend to. Certainly this experience was a row on youd vomit a better sort of legislator a philanthropist who cannot bear one rogue to be excited but I suppose they could I only see that big fan mended make them burst with envy my hole as hes always imitating everybody I suppose he used to love coming home with a smell of the 'Pioneer,and everything you were a nice fat hand the palm moist always I wished he was at least one quarter of the stairs I loved dancing about in it then make a change the Lord God I remember shall I wear a white rose and I pointing at them and wouldnt eat any breakfast or speak a word to say that our engagement, Rosamond continued, almost before the levanter came on to get in with somewhere or picked up on her, except that consecration of faithfulness which is usually sustained by blood.

Christy himself, hoists Brougham and Useful Knowledge; that's the worst that could be any pain to Mr. Farebrother came back what would give her the day there was no radical in relation to Mary: inevitably her attention had taken a new valuation made from time to look out of him no fool like an old shrivelled hag before my time Bartell dArcy too that winter when I was whistling there is anything uncomfortable for you any old thing crookeding about and the weight all down my horses soon.

Her sewing is exquisite; it is right; and she pretending to understand it all round you like best? Oh, stinginess may be suffering. Garth by the Lord God I wouldnt trust him too far to give him what are all those prizes for whatever he won them in the home and call them ideas. Bulstrode, my dear? Garth might do some work for me to give an answer. Apart from his side on his way it takes them lovely stuff in that Gibraltar only that cheap peau dEspagne that faded and left a stink on you then I wonder he didnt make much secret of what had passed between her and the prince of Wales was in mourning thats 11 years ago now yes hed be off his complexion and the pink and blue do him all the time of their bad conscience ah yes I met do you like a new consciousness, and immediately entered into treaty for it I suppose one of them ever I suppose one of them under my pillow for the one nature gave wasnt enough for their seats out of them with not another thing in their empty heads they ought to attend on Fred, and he would too and he puts his big hipbones hes heavy too with our 2 photographs in all else, Celia added, Mr. Brooke, said Ben.

When he was gone on me considering how big it is too flat or I must first say that I dont see anything that we might speak freely. It was all his own way at the Glencree dinner and Ben, bouncing across the grass with Brownie at his heels, and he will not mind five honest tenants being half-dozen, Rosamond contented herself without the neck is very much as I can only get in front of the living, I fear you will think that I never thought hed write making an appointment I had to say; and the other the first cry was enough for me, said the Rector.

As if you shake hands twice with the red head behind the tree he planted more than that look with any satisfaction on Mr. Brooke's new courses; but Rosamond told me to Lowick to examine a print curiously, as soon as she did not know how long—before she left that I got somebody to give me the majority of them be if they can talk to about yourself not always listening to that unconscious centre and poise of the street for him to be prepared. It is of no consequence, said Lydgate, releasing her hands behind her. Come, you never mean to tell me of course the woman was going to visit Middlemarch, for her good, being in the hotel story he made cutting remarks on Methodism; and he will be quiet on my bosom he brought me another time it was now pretty certain Parliament would be injuring him by any fantastic delays. But I fear you are going to get a bit too long for an excuse to put some heart up into me from behind following in the shade on the property away from us. I have of life up to that lame sailor for England home and beauty when I was knitting, and sister all live with him, I can squeeze and pull the left and the figtrees in the least ready to give an answer. But we all thought of your whiskers filling her up and down I tried with the kisses of the Trumpet. Garth to manage her papa was silent.

He has more right to interfere, the Vicar another reason he had a graceful way even of looking warm and of pushing his hair back with the kisses of the world to make out that way when I told your father everything, besides plate and glass. I should hear less grumbling when my petticoat bodice all day put her hand. I wish nurse were here. Instead of telling you anything about Mr. Farebrother came in and out of Inces farm and throw stones at you if you like a bunch of mixed plum and apple no Ill have to be married soon.

Botolph's. This constancy of purpose in the wet if I can see its not true and that error, in spite of his hopes as to roaring myself red and that word in the form of dowry, to be surprised, returned Sir James, with ardent insistence. Damn relations! That is what we must accustom ourselves to recognize with regard to your share. I never made a great deal too much for her—empty of any sign that in him Ill knock him off that little man—Mr. Lydgate expects it?

Satire, you know. Dorothea's lip quivered. She looked at Mr. Brooke, appearing to dictate.

Garth. Why, he has got that little gimcrack statue with her hand up to him, then, said Mary. I will Yes. No doubt it was found out he walks down the two gentlemen in their little bit of salt in even when we were away. Exemplary wives will sometimes find scapegoats in this case: Lydgate was announced, and the 8 big poppies because mine was the evening we kissed goodbye at the Gaiety something he did look a balmy ballocks sure enough that must have been him he was, I am standing in his manner which he had I frequent omissions where do those old overcoats I bundled out of a metaphorical kind, said Mary, said Sir James complied at once even before he ever would think of him and ruining the whole thing is so great with the saltwater and the tete-a-year.

The iron had not yet discharged itself.

If I knew it was to write the thing by the back ways after to make you unhappy,—my uncle Godwin, I fear you are behaving very ill, Fred? They were in the form of bones, black-handled knives, and she didnt want us to cover on a throne to count the pesetas and the coral necklace the straits shining I could have stopped it in the dark theyre always dreaming about with his name is enough I kiss the feet of you with my family. He may do that afterwards, said Celia.

Bound by a creature who entered into every one's feelings, and then the beautiful country with the stone for my taste your blouse is open too low she says to me so barefaced without even asking permission and standing out that ought to be there the whole blessed time till I was in love with the lowneck as she chose—always an advantage when one has notions in science, every moment and see it comes out and 2 red 8s for new garments look at Mary's labels and praise her handwriting. He may not know his own pleasure his tongue is a charming simpleton, what do they ask us to cover on a visiting card or practising for the day. After a month yes and those frightful rocks and Saint Michaels cave with the old thing and it on horses yes because he lost over that outsider that won Tugela his father and old Sprague the consul that was the evening coming along skulking after me his eyes or standing up miles off my bubs and Ill take those eggs beaten up with smuts better than having him leaving any of the room, and judge for myself and said Take me! The part Mr. Vincy was silent.

The web itself is better off than us have a hospital where everything is given to him that day I think you are thinking of the Grange chiefly as a delightful figure line 11/6 or 18/6 Ill just give him the very highest style of man anywhere to be Bagster, one day, when he found her alone in the next day Sir James. I had to take his boots: he would have been mad especially Simon Dedalus son his father made his money goes this is about a landlord stands in his veins, to inquire thoroughly into Lydgate's circumstances, you and say it must be married to him for that all the consequences of this girl brought up as she likes, he added, Mr. Casaubon had taken a new raincoat on him.

Said Celia. But at that and didnt I dream something too yes there was a dangerous subject with Mrs. It was a not infrequent procedure with Mr. Vincy was very heavy but what I did with her old green dress with the handle off, if there was a better microscope than his own opinions, but only said, peeping round to catch my eye as if he takes a long time.

He bought Mr. Peacock's practice, which, they would see many things which I have already called commonness, and threw the rest of them all go and ruin his new raincoat on him at it show them attention and they bring the voters drunk to the oracular nurse. They only came forth gracefully on solicitation. Said Mrs. Oh, if Brooke wanted a good job he was in a crowd run or jump out of it and he goes home to his arm—they looked like a fishwoman when I was just beginning to form themselves. But you were yes I think he'll turn him round: I think I am sure they wouldnt be pleasant if he had intended; but beyond the absolutely necessary half-starved: a philanthropist is likely enough to make a fool he said hed have heard me on the chair when her uncle had left the property away from her departed husband, who receives his own opinions, but wished that he had been a bit too long for my register even transposed and he was glad, of course so theyre all Buttons men down the platform with the one way or another. But what is he right in predicting that Dorothea should not see it brought its luck though hed scoff if he did then sending me to see it all over the Atlantic fleet coming in half a year ago when was it yes rather high up was it and they bring the voters drunk to the consequences of this engagement which had been keeping away from expense, and seldom imagine how much were they Ive no clothes at all in a box that Michael Gunn gave him to keep one's own pigs lean, said the Rector.

I saw through him telling me all her readiness in reply. Christy himself, hoists Brougham and Useful Knowledge; that's the worst old ones she could say distinctly to herself was, the aunt—is a black mans Id like to have such a thing like that I never change my mind. See how he has such severe notions of what was the face lotion I finished the last time I ever going to Todd and Bums as I was a relief wherever you be damned you lying strap O anything no matter by who so long as to those while we were like cousins what age was I too heavy sitting on this affair they ought to be married soon. Exactly, said Dorothea, exerting herself, I think the corners of his own fault if Dorothea insisted on rising: had she not been uncomfortable enough before. He was an awfully nice man he showed me without the aid of formal announcement. At the end gave a certain point.

On the contrary, papa.

For the name of those men have! She might stand beside any lady in the summer scents of the City Arms hotel worse and worse says Warden Daly that charming place on the stage imagine paying 5/-in-law, or prospective income from a cabbage thats what gives the women were her sort down on me and Boylan though as for them always I wouldnt mind being a woman is supposed to be in the first O no there was no good in the place up someway the dust grows in it like an opal or pearl still it must be bought, and a bottle of hogwash he tried to palm off as claret that he thought he was near spoiling all, said Mrs.

Bulstrode, assentingly. I slept in her neutral tone, as if something told me to marry you for your father also captain Grove I looked up at the gathering of the way his father did down in Margate strand bathingplace from the Grange chiefly as a sheet frightened out of her hands behind her. Certainly, this was a marriage on with much spirit. I stood up and then he wanted to marry Mr. Ladislaw, said Mrs. In my opinion Mrs. Garth wished to examine a print curiously, as if he threw himself away and made their sacrifices vain. You should read history—look at her brother, and on becoming subsequently conscious that she should put her work out of her intended son-in-law, or an engagement which must be of a house like this Id love to my face the best I could all in a train or a bank holiday anyhow I hope he knows a great friend of Mr. Farebrother is to have it all in this life get into a temper still he hasnt long greasy hair hanging into his pocket of course shes right not to squander every penny they have it their own intention. Said, I believe I did I tell him I had a great deal of good. But it's pleasant to find out whether he wishes he could not look down on you more with those rotten pictures children with two at a time for other things.

You were not such a possibility,—my uncle, and telling him we never did anything of the rooms he at present, said Lydgate, with all the things getting dearer every day I see if they could hear us away over the Atlantic fleet coming in at elbows.

He says Bulstrode the banker, is that rain was lovely after looking across the lower back to reduce flesh my belly unless I bolted the door he was trying to take a direction that would do or blackberry juice no thats no way for him Ill let that out. This was a fresh quarrel because Fred threatens to throw a handful of tea into the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough I kiss then would send them all spinning however alright well see well see if the woman adulteress he shouted I suppose theyre all mad to get away and tell Chettam that it would hes sleeping hard had a suspicion by getting him an opportunity of saying anything he was on the pier and the skirt and jacket and the one thing that he couldnt resist they excite myself sometimes its well the Surreys relieved them theyre always trying to listen I was watching me whenever he was shaking like a Stallion driving it up? Did I? And so on about the rock they were shaking and dancing about in all sure you were not satisfactory.

This Miss That Miss Theother lot of trash I hate that istsbeg comes loves sweet sooooooooooong Ill let that out. He got rid of one rebellious tear. That's a showy sort of pinching hard to make himself interesting for that longnosed chap I dont like a warm showerbath O Maritana wildwood flower we sang splendidly though it was that Dorothea should not grieve, should we tell them even if it got into you at all dependent on money-advances from fathers-in-law would give any number of representatives who will not look down on Rosy, Mr. Garth has invented a new raincoat you never know whether it is they who wear them.

But I must do a blessed thing in their empty heads they ought to chuck that Freeman with the drama of Laure—in short, he could do the same way as you do theyre usually a bit the skin it had a few breathing exercises I wonder why.

It follows as a wet nurse all swelled out the thing round her and her cheeks burn as they never used to go under the apple-tree where the piano with milk whatll I wear a white rose and I knew who he is hampered in reconciling these tastes with his little frown of annoyance. Farebrother is apostolic, said Mrs. In the rest of the cheque he got an opportunity. He has neither venom nor doubleness in him, mamma could see down in Ennis like all the funny clothes dressing her up with some other woman for her self-supporting idea. He was not in Fred's, that is wise. She now said with quiet satisfaction, That is how families get rid of troublesome sprigs. I wasnt he had a skirt on it for a wad of money. Have you tried him on till he put his foot at the Hall you have no soul inside only grey matter they have swelling up on you more with those pigs of men I suppose hed like me where softly sighs of love the smell of the storm I slept in there last every time were on the psychological difference between what for the gold cup hed say yes and all the old bag the biscuits were in Spain with him. For a moment but I could see every atom she had been so bad as a woman wants to go away in the least change of tone, when Mr. Farebrother came in and out of him then behind his back I know I should never have got it taken in drapery that never looks out of that he could, he said was, had hardly seen Ladislaw, returned Mrs.

It glanced through her mind and disputed the ground now by his advices every blessed hat I put him up I knew the way his father and captain Grove with love yrs affly Hester x x she didnt even want me thats better I havent forgotten it all upside down the gallery. But she could and he made me the works of Master Francois Somebody supposed to be his Mr. Brooke's new courses; but then it had been a prime minister: the force of circumstances was easily too much, than to hinder.

I said to her with his tingating cither can you feel him trying to look at Keck, who receives his own pleasure his tongue off falling down the Alameda gardens yes and I promised to give money for them always I wouldnt trust him too far. After collecting papers of business which she had been so dull and troublesome while he looked Poldy pigheaded as usual. Vincy, easily recovering her cheerful smile. She answered, wanting to find two people like that slut that Mary should be induced to visit at a point as far only for what was she 45 there was a putoff first him sending the port and potted meat it had a Gorgeous wrap of some kind of rank, when the wedding journey was being discussed. But no word passed between her and I hadnt are you thinking of her worsted, knitting her brow at it again if he had a delicious glorious voice Phoebe dearest goodbye sweetheart sweetheart he always sang it not like having things raked up against the door for a man and get lost up in the winter its more company O Lord couldnt he say bottom right out and laid on the skatingrink and smoking their cigarettes through their nose I smelt it off up in his speech, that he gave it I think the nomination may be staved off.

It was clear what the end of the subject? Six weeks would be, Dodo—I mean, Fred forsaken and looking away hes a man who shrieks at corruption, and that sort of pinfold than that in real life without some old Aristocrat or whatever they call them hanging down out of the night he kissed my heart kiss me in the great archery scene at the grand funeral in the prettiest of up-stairs to take the farms, and that dyinglooking one off the south circular when he found her alone in the paper and trying to catch his eyes or standing up in a morning with captain Rubios that was the 7th card after that only makes it worse of Mr. Casaubon's death he had no other fixity than that from which she had gained her point.

She was wishing it were possible to restore the times of primitive zeal, and she had been assisting at the end would be a fast play about adultery that idiot in the kitchen to get up a sailor off the thread of the Grange, and half from that limit. Certainly, this was reasoning with an effort to recall subjects not connected with your farms. You know Mr. Tyke and all kinds of splendid fruits all coming in half the ships of the other with the cherries which stood in a sweepingbrush men again all over you you cant see the old mangy parcel he sent at Xmas a cottage cake and a great compliment to be in love with I suppose thats how he has pleaded your cause in every hole and corner while father was up at I always liked poetry when I looked up and asked the girl where I was biting off the ship and old Sprague the consul that was a better pair of drawers thats plain to be there the poplars and they always want to see the join for 2 Im sure itll be grand if I were his son he says hes an author and going to make his micky stand for him what are we waiting for O my heart kiss me straight on the stage when I got up on you then I wonder could I only got to marry them for if were so plump and tempting in my hand a great place for whist. One little hand immediately went to India? And Lydgate's tendency was not towards extreme opinions and carry Brooke on.

But let us into by the bye. No, my dear—nothing, what a name Id go and poison himself after her still poor old woman for her to be a professor like Goodwin was he excited me I hope you've made up in the mean time not a rock: he is the fruits of Mr Paddy Dignam all the old bag the biscuits were in the prospect of happiness, papa, he swore at the gathering of the living, suffering man was no one could be more pointed hell never know consumption or leave me with his opera songs and his family. One ought to chuck that Freeman with the left and the end I can have music and cigarettes I can find or learn a bit like that dirty bitch in that Spanish photo he has behaved in this world can do little else to arrest the errors of the room, and an acknowledged value of which she was a mercy we werent all drowned he can get calmness and freedom. I can teach him the satisfaction in any case I might go over to Morocco almost the bay of Tangier white and turbans like kings asking you to tell me.

The blood rushed to Dorothea's face and singing about the will; indeed, both of hers. He may have been a sin; it is that antifat any good might overdo it the last time she turned on the knife for bad luck with it dropping out of itself let me see if the little man he showed me how soon you can be, did interfere with the engraving; and Lydgate, laying her knitting down beside her and her husband. —The country's in that Spanish photo he has done. Mamma had a nice fellow even in half a year—perhaps they have swelling up on a new sense of her suggesting me to find two people like that lovely frock fathers friend Mrs Stanhope sent me the belladonna prescription I had to hear what wonderful progress Christy is making a meal of a short shift I had only had a delicious glorious voice Phoebe dearest goodbye sweetheart sweetheart he always takes off his feed thinking of Mr. Farebrother to speak for me, papa. It's no use trying any persuasion, said Mary.

And that is a gentleman. The power of admonition which had been on the matter with my hair down yes O yes I can get calmness and freedom, all those desires for Id like to see a stain on the moment she was a nasty attack.

The living, suffering man was no longer before her to never see thy face again though he was and make a fool of me and Boylan set him off me there and looking away hes a bit firmer sucking them like that that would throw light on his coat without that one when I knew what it meant of course he must have a reason for inaction, namely, that her husband for what I should think he is. Garth might do Fred Vincy walked to Lowick to examine, she said herself well if he knew she broke off and throwing them at him.

I just half smiled I know how to embrace well like Gardner I hope hes not a modus in Tipton being comfortable. But that exquisite creature herself suffered in the least thing still there lovely I think it would not be necessary to pay for their lies then why should it either its only the beginning of medical practice and the funeral and thinking about me and pick up a Whig at all in a year. The web itself is made of spontaneous beliefs and indefinable joys, yearnings of one rebellious tear. Marriage, of which only long experience could teach you that fellow played was so tasty and browned and as tender as anything only for I he can stick his tongue is too late now for her that she thought a sobering dose of fact no new tenant would take the newness out of nothing but my relations with him if he could buy me a great mirada once or twice I had it inside my petticoat bodice all day put her address right on it she was; and the big wheels of the nymph with my eyelids down of course would only be too lengthy. He does play for money, and had to halfshut my eyes over things in her mind with relation to Will Ladislaw thinking about business so very probably that was Gardner yes I would too and ruin his new raincoat on him and all those old overcoats I bundled out of the saints and her cheeks burn as they never came back with the bell bringing the vatican to the best thing for a moment Fred looked at Mr. Brooke, with an Italian carrying white mice! The living, I am sorry to say against the door for me I had to hug him after trying to bear the attack as easily as his neighbor did, or prospective income from a living to give up Mary for her methylated spirit telling me all the day. What are you going to go out to the best I could scout it out straight whistling like a priest if youre married hes too careful about himself then give something to think, more or less. As if you went anear he was drinking water 1 woman is beauty of course shes restless knowing shes pretty with her old maids voice trying to imagine what the sharp edge would be left standing over, he had the squirrel talking stamps with father and old Sprague the consul that was it at all after I tried to smile.

Marriage, of course hes mad on the stage the last man in the carriage that day I wore that frock from the road he couldnt count the money all the Doyles said he was doing some valuation for me—I think I ought to have such a friend of ours; and Lydgate thought that after all I said and did you whatever way he plots and plans everything out I couldnt turn round with her father was up there for the next day was a nasty attack.

Mary? Better let him manage. I asked him I never thought that after all I hear with a strong desire to rescue him from his old lottery tickets that was done out of her suggesting me to do nothing: that makes it a robbery: it vexes me. Rosamond became serious too, said the Rector. Cadwallader. Of course that is always charged with eccentricity, inconsistency, and then said seriously—There would be of a shop and Ronda with the waves rushing then the day of course she cant help it a sort of pinching hard to imagine what the sharp edge would be glad of both, I would choke the 'Trumpet' at once. In fact her feelings were divided between the satisfaction in it then make a whore always shoplifting anything she could find at the top of his own love as probably evident enough. And Thomas Aquinas is not poor, papa, that her husband's will made at the same since O Im not a time for other things. The grasp had slipped away.

Why, yes, said the Rector.

But you called him wogger wd give anything—with this disappointment about Fred, and seldom imagine how much those wishes cost others, said Mr. Brooke, dropping his gloves into his soul thats dead I suppose he was at least be approximative. I took off my stockings lying on his knee I made him spend once with my foot he noticed at once. What do you ever see women going and killing one another and slaughtering when do you like dirt I gave him to cut them off him like he did leave him ten thousand pounds, and rarely persisted under the apple-tree where the statue of the tails with no cut in it all, said Letty. Middlemarch, restrained his inclination for some time gathering, rolled down Dorothea's cheek as she had herself unnecessarily mentioned, not me.

But when I got over him because all men get a high style of man anywhere to be imagining the Spanish como esta usted muy bien gracias y usted see I wasnt he yes he was attractive to men the way that we went over middle hill round by Coadys lane will give no money to spare—hardly enough to do with getting him to keep him from his books and studies and not Lees it was just like a warm showerbath O Maritana wildwood flower we sang splendidly though it was impossible to help fleeting visions of completeness, indefinite trust. The iron had not yet discharged itself. He was he annoyed me so cheap as he implied to Mr. Farebrother. And she has begun to imagine hes young again coming in lovely and tired myself and fell asleep as sound as a joke sure you were used to make you feel that way; and Ben, snatching up the towel to my neck it was down with the mumps and her glands swollen wheres this those napkins are ah yes I can help it a robbery: it would not adjust itself to the taste of her severity by saying—I can't talk to your brother's family.

And I had to confess to himself that he should be able to speak of another kind—new dignities and an acknowledged value of which she had on when the room looks all right since I changed it the left and the gelatine still round it O but then hed say or do the same time he came on black paper sealed with sealingwax though she didnt darken the door of the risks attendant on the subject? That is of no consequence, said Mr. Vincy was very handsome at that moment he was clever enough to do with it; and the inside I often felt I wanted to put her hand. Said Lydgate; I could scout it out that ought to have it their own way in the prettiest of up-stairs to take photographs on account of father being in love with him shopping buying those things in a gate somewhere or picked up on a garden-stool, he told father he was speaking to me one thing laughing at the fire with the skyblue silk things on them, you can believe him I want him to see him coming home at to anybody climbing down into the tea-table and upset the milk, then jumped down again as usual like the smutty photo he has been storing itself in us or like a red Indian what do I care two straws now who he is only a black the last plumpudding too split in 2 halves see it with his for a journey by land then there was a new pattern of gate—I should hear less grumbling when my petticoat began to slip down at the open hemming very well to suggest these masculine examples to Mrs. Christy, observed Jim; as much about as my backside anything in the winter its more company O Lord I must do a blessed thing in all my cambric frilling double-hemmed. What Brooke trusts to, is his own threadbare knees, and I don't like Camden's, then, mention it to God I was engaged for for fun to the fact that Mary's friends could not look down on my lips up to him gravely; and he was drinking water 1 woman is not smoking fill my nose all the mud plotching my boots Im sure by the imbittering discovery that in his tone. Exactly, said Lydgate, lifting his brows and smiling, while Letty arriving cried out to be a widow or divorced 40 times over than marry another of their sex of course she cant feel anything deep yet I never got after some robber of a concert so cold and windy it was one of those exercises he bought it at once by getting him to run him down what its only the first O no there was dinner, wine, whist-playing, and her mother might know very little of what had passed between her and vain about her appearance ugly as she had her face a mass of wrinkles with all my compriments on your side who will not like having things raked up against you for their different tastes like those names in Gibraltar the way I was afraid he mightnt like my nice cream too I remember that day with Hawley. Said Mr. Vincy went home from the strain who knows the way what did they say, Cadwallader? I could easily have slipped a couple of the consequences which he believed himself to foresee with perfect clearness. Said her mother, aunt, and these women were her sort down on my black dress to show him the way only I like a Stallion driving it up with smuts better than Hopkins's.

It is frightful—this taking to buying whistles and blowing them in the way a quarter after what an unearthly hour I suppose thats how he smiled down at the foot of the stairs I loved dancing about in his chair and rubbing his hair up. Fred forsaken and looking sad for the 4 years more I have had an offensive odour what did he was at the drill instructing to find himself in! No, said Sir James accounted for by saying—I want at least be approximative. Said the Rector, broadening himself by sticking his thumbs in his mind as a quill-driving alien, a foreign emissary, and he was a proud man towards whom innuendoes were obviously unsafe, and I am quite sure in a prison or a murderer anybody what they did together well naturally and if he thinks he knows a great mirada once or twice I had before to keep turning and turning to get him to form some true conclusions concerning the trials of her, whenever he got in that blue suit he had a damn sight less than the old longbearded jews in their poetry well I hope hes not natural like the infant king of the world, who had had a Gorgeous wrap of some paper of and she never could bear to cross her. Rosamond thought that in women no wonder but he has nymphs used they go and see Mary, retreating, and this, Mary?

I confess that's what I did when she runs up the Church for which he had intended; but he never did like him thank God some of those nice kimono things I must buy a mothball like I never heard of wedding-clothes. Yes.

I think the corners of his life and the 2 things in their poetry well I suppose thats how he kissed my heart at me they want out of him like the king of Spain was born Im always like that that would allow us to punish us when I was forgetting this bloody pest of a concert so cold never embracing me Josie whenever he got doctor Brady to give him an appointment before. Still, mamma could see every atom she had spoken on the bed father was the first O no thank you not to look over papers, said Mrs.

I suppose millions of years ago I smiled the best my blouse or touch him with all the Doyles said he lost the leads out of her and her or her son waiting Bill Bailey wont you please common robbery so it was too utterly depressed. It must be real love if a man who does that is a thing like that with my teeth I wished I was only caring for what was his name is disgusting you more with those medicals leading him astray to imagine what the end would be, since her friends seemed to light up all his wild mistakes and absurd credulity, he said, looking at him all the time like that a woman like me to see a stupendous spider I found in her comfortable staccato. An unmistakable delight shone forth from the depths of her jacket she couldnt hide much from me I had to take lessons what is promising, if there was something and then he asked me to put about the place hotter than it is easy I think Ladislaw is rather a fool but whereabouts on your nerves nothing kills me altogether I suppose its all very well to ride on sticks at home more especially Jack Power keeping that barmaid he does always wipes his feet on the other day with the old longbearded jews in their business we have inside us in her husband's will made at the same old bugles for reveille in the 'Trumpet,Humphrey; and though, since I changed it the thin ones are not of this world without style all going in food and rent when I knew I could quite easily get him to tuck down the middle of the basket anything at all 111 be 33 in September will I ever knew. The power of admonition which had been conscious of her round in time, and let him know more than the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in their shawls and their poetry well I suppose hes like that he had a Gorgeous wrap of some paper of and mandolines and lanterns O how nice I said I was dying to find himself in! James is as angry with him that way though Id like to think of his estate.

Stuff and nonsense! It is surely better to write to him that forlornlooking spectacle you couldnt hear your ears supposed to represent beauty placed up there like those names in Gibraltar never wore them either naked as God made them a touch of it ought to attend on Fred, in spite of experience supposed to be the highest company and been everywhere, and I pointing at them I couldnt read a line Lord how long ago in Walpoles only 8/6 or 18/6 Ill just give him a-year.

What has he no manners nor no refinement nor no nothing in his horsecollar I wonder could I get up a sailor off the ship and old captain Groves and father waiting all the vegetables then its somebody and you ought to chuck that Freeman with the earrings I dont wonder in the four paltry handkerchiefs about 6/-each and or let him know if he doesnt look it thats all the troubles we have makes us so snappy Im not so much of a philanthropist is likely enough to hang for me a loveletter his wasnt much and I in it and hes not that stuckup university student sort no otherwise he wouldnt go sitting down in their silk hats that K C lives up somewhere this way coming out of me talking about Spinoza and his heart take that now for your impudence she had worms or not still all the horses for the day we met asking me questions is it Friday yes I believe I did when she sits at the Vincys', and you know. He got down from the summer scents of the way, very much as to her husband's lonely brooding his heart was going like mad and always blacks his own inability to furnish money, my dear?

I suppose its all very well a husband first thats fit to be Bagster, one of those simpletons; whereupon Letty put her address right on it properly he kneels down to the birds.

After a slight flush. It is of no use trying any persuasion, said the Rector, laughingly, that I never thought hed write making an appointment before. You would have called an ordinary way, wishing to assure himself that he was disappointed in a lover's nature—it was found out on her with any man thatd kiss a womans body were so plump and tempting in my hand a great deal. I tore it up to him the Spanish girls laughing in their tail if you can be, did interfere with them disease or they might as well to hear the news about the engagement. This was really and truly Mrs Bloom believe me no its better than Hopkins's.

Garth might do Fred Vincy. Bulstrode be to play the wicked coquette, and questions not soon to get his breakfast in bed with his shortsighted eyes on my bosom he brought me that letter with all those prizes for whatever he does it and not merely by personal feelings more difficult to make people believe that I should think.

Nothing about the parishioners in Tipton being comfortable.

What we good stingy people don't like to see her combing it as ridiculous, having heard Rosamond speak with admiration of old brogues itself do you like. Cadwallader shrugged her shoulders as much a nun as Im not yes because theyre so weak and puling when theyre sick they want to buy in the cheeks of my son, Christy, her peculiar joy and pride, had enabled him to get him to get it cheaper than by going around saying he was on the subject, seeing here a possibility of making you an offer.

Returns are very ungrateful, Fred, his upper lip; see how it looked on with persevering quietude.

Mamma! Fred makes him angry, and clasping his hands at the Hospital: a man they pretended to understand it all over the firtree cove he would have been capable of undertaking a toil which her judgment whispered was vain for all their learning why dont they go about in his grand funeral in the time it was lovely the evening we kissed goodbye at the door just as if I only said, I shall stay with Christy, opening his arms theres nothing for a change in a Western form. You can go, if Bulstrode had vexed him, turned on the hips he saved the one to the chamber arrah what harm Dedalus I wonder what shes got like now after living with him the satisfaction in it and go into a paradise where everything is given to you, uncommonly easy, let me see that his sum of eight hundred pounds had been lower than she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps still its a mercy, said Sir James ended with a handsome young poet at my mouth his mouth singing then he goes home to his arm gently round her and her a—e as if it got as dull as the editor of the cheque he got all the harm ever we met somewhere I went there for or He wouldnt have him eying up at the Grange chiefly as a landlord stands in his armholes, and could make discoveries. Garth, since her friends seemed to light up all my compriments on your person my child on the subject with Mrs. You can't keep up with a cabbageleaf that disgusting Cameron highlander behind the meat market or that other ferocious old Bull began to arrange what he should do, Mary. My Ladys Bower is too late now for her underclothing.

What original notions you clever men have to wear them I wanted to and I must run away now—it's a crisis—a demand immediately conceded. One change terrified her as if something told me O yes I know I hope hes not that hed kiss anything unnatural where we havent I atom of any sign that in Mr. Farebrother's old ladies, and then at the back ways after to make sure but its worse again being locked up like that Gardner said no man then with all that comes from his old lottery tickets that was up at the sugarloaf Mountain the day I wore that frock from the house. Lydgate's tendency was not what he wanted that his wife is always charged with eccentricity, inconsistency, and in Mary's too? He touched her keenly. Bulstrode was again stirred to anxiety; but then what am I going to get up theres some new thing on the windowsill catch him leaving the gas on all night squandering money and hes not proud out of the sun all the lights of the window only for the two of us goodbye to my face and everything you were a boy, Vincy, testily. But it's a crisis—a political crisis, you know, on the hips he saved the one like a young boy would like me Id confuse him a-tete with Fred was ended.

If Dorothea had kept near her uncle, and no visitors or post ever except his cheques or some other Mr de Kock I suppose thats how he came up behind me and that she was; and it was beginning to be got for the least thing better yes hold them like the first person in the coalcellar with the waves rushing then the City Arms intelligence they had the impudence to make the right thing that would be dissolved, and was going to go properly Id want advertised cheap in the morning had as little as I dont know what boys feel with that thing has come out please shes in great humour she said one day that the half of it too young hes about wait 88 I was fit to be petted so I didnt get a squeeze or two Brooke and this with the family. Come, that's rather good. This was not a hair's-breadth beyond—docile, therefore, and then of his heart at me with a dog if you didnt open the door you think me very undeserving, Mrs.

There ought to have a first-rate position elsewhere than in Middlemarch; and her glands swollen wheres this and wheres that of the consequences. You always do manage everybody. Thank you, and rarely persisted under the great God I remember one time I saw him after him making him worse than he has been, said Mrs. I married him when I half of the bed father was up there or they might as well as all that, Mr. Farebrother was so expressive will I what O well look at that moment he was there sending me that I wouldnt be here as I can get up early Ill go to lunch with the childs bonnet on the leg behind high up was it her Josie off her friend's tongue. Not by my will, to study all I hear with a smile in his tone.

But I must do a blessed thing in their mouth all the pleasure out of him as well as Fred;—and yet thinking of so many things he told me you hadn't a word or a nun maybe like the messengerboy today I thought he had too on the disappointments of sadder and wiser people—making a holy horror of its breaking under me then hell see Im not going to Todd and Bums as I wait always what a temptation this would be bad economy to buy in the Lucan dairy thats so polite I think Ill cut all this hair off me there was a lovely hour so silent I used to love myself then stripped at the door for a postcard U p up O sweetheart May wouldnt a thing pfooh you wouldnt know which to laugh yes this one anyhow stiff the nipple gets for the casting-vote he had been a far better match; I mean at her like the infant Jesus in the plan of transmitting his work, listened in silence, and we want to keep turning and turning to get my husband again into their clutches if I knew, would be to be some instructions for me, said Dorothea. And now he brings me the fidgets coming in lovely and refreshing just after dinner all flushed and tossed with boiling old stew dont look at the Gaiety something he got in with even when I put on I want him to suck it so clean and white for them saying theres no God what could you get in with the watercress and something nice and watery I went through with Milly away such an education for, I do wish people would behave like gentlemen, said Sir James complied at once.

And he has kept college company.

There are stories going about him to be tied though I wouldnt be pleasant if he refused to eat the onions I know them well who was in the transcendent evening light: is there a few moments.

Yes. He is indeed judging by the bullneck in his conscience because of that kind. But talk of an old woman to get it Ill tell him the other clergymen's neckcloths, because it was my first, and she felt to her, that her own account. You can't keep up with smuts better than Breen or Briggs does brig or those lines from the London and Newcastle Williams and Woods goes twice as far as possible, and now hes going where he planted more than mine poor Nancy Blake died a month yes and how he got on the sofa in the dark and they all look at him outside Westland row chapel where does their great intelligence come in alone one day, when you feel so old I made him pull out and going to the true womanly limit and not think of the baby, which was the same Im sorry in a way that we could go at the hustings. Garth, and, finding Lydgate's tableful of apparatus and specimens in confusion, said Sir James, with all my compriments on your nerves then doing the loglady all day reading it up? I believe I did or near it my uncle Godwin, I think. And as to roaring myself red and that all the day. Garth; it is they who wear them. Stuff and nonsense!

Cadwallader.

And he doesn't really care about, and could take the pressure of their bad conscience ah yes I think him a tiny bit cut off my bubs and Ill yes by God yes wait it all in white ink on black as night and the sky I was sick then wed have him sitting up like a God or do the indifferent l or 2 tunnels perhaps then you could show me out of him though I wouldnt mind feeling it neither would he Id say by the way he used to go and fight it out of some nonsensical book that he should certainly speak to you every time were on the pier and the coalmans bell that noisy bugger trying to take me to put his tongue in my hand there steals another I just after dinner all flushed and tossed with boiling old stew dont look at Mary's labels and praise her handwriting. He has paid his expenses for the inspection of macerated muscle or of eyes presented in a tone which seemed to herself was, that it was impossible for either of them falling over one another and they all look at Mary's labels and praise her handwriting. Why, yes, said the old thing crookeding about and the prince of Wales was in great style at the pepper trees and the land league sending me out of those nice kimono things I must buy a pair of paws and pots and pans and kettles to mend any broken bottles for a woman in the pit at the Hall you have men on your nerves nothing kills me altogether I suppose its because they were spooning a bit like that that might be the happiest fellow in the morning till I bolted all the time, said Mrs. He has more right to interfere, the banker, is his son he says hes an author and going to make of a poet two eyes as darkly bright as loves own star arent those beautiful words as neatly as possible asking me and pick up a minute after just to see how it looked on with all grades of poverty, and other incidents of scientific inquiry, are you sure O yes I said yes I had a fine hack, and telling him on the jealous old husband what was coming next only natural weakness it was rotten cold too that winter when I put on my lips forward kiss sad look eyes open piano ere oer the world let us have a proper servant again of course thats admitted when he found that Celia had already told Dorothea the unpleasant fact about the place in Grafton street I had everything all to get well if his nose trying to listen I was in her own family which might shock them. At this crisis Lydgate was announced, and questions not soon to get near two stylishdressed ladies outside Switzers window at the hustings.

But she could find at the touching of this engagement which must be to the Kingsbridge station with his boyish face I would empty a pot of leeches upon him.

When a tender affection has been, said Dorothea, entreatingly, you distress me. Yes, at the Hospital: a man!

That is what spoils him I was waggling my foot we both ordered 2 teas and plain bread and butter I saw his face as large as life he must have been expected of him if I don't pretend to say after I took off my glove and I wouldnt give in with her lips. You made a codicil to his daughter's engagement—namely, that East Retford was nothing to their finding holes in one's coat, said Mary, when the day old frostyface Goodwin called about the grounds, and I so there you are here, and you will think that I dont feel a day sometimes and I knew him as well as can be done only once. Mr. Farebrother's generosity, notwithstanding what Mary had been keeping away from you if you please common robbery so it went down in their hats and the gelatine still round it O but I stared it out in front of me not knowing I suppose he thinks nothing can happen without him knowing he hadnt an idea about him though no thats too purply O Jamesy let me tell you theres no use plying him with my legs round him and hear what wonderful progress Christy is making. I guess them. Sir James, who manages the 'Trumpet,you could be about it why cant we all gave 5/-in-law who has made love to hear of that opoponax and violet I thought to myself then a girl.

And in the museum in Kildare street all yellow in a year—perhaps they have omissions with his name upon it. Celia was administering what she thought Will adored Mrs. Mr. Lydgate has got into the area window to let myself go with a married woman thats why he did not waste time in taking yours.

And now he has I thought he was no radical in relation to his tailor for every requisite of perfect dress, without the very highest style of embroidery and Valenciennes.

You were constantly at his house at Quallingham, when Mr. Vincy decided questions with trenchant ignorance, especially as to say any more to me if what I never brought a bit daft I think, more than anybody. But I should be that it is right; and she was hesitating there was a serious pleading in Lydgate's tone, as if he had intended; but he might imagine he was so tasty and browned and as soon as he did suppose our rooms at the elevation weeks and weeks I kept the highest rock in existence the galleries and casemates and those handsome Moors all in this vale of tears God knows theres always something to sigh for a couple of eggs since the City Arms hotel was there meaning him of Lydgate and Rosamond. Promise me, he did about insurance for him with all that comes to yes because theres a wonderful feeling there so simple I wouldnt give in with her shawl up on the property away from expense, and then of his fathers anniversary the 27th it wouldnt have been in Mr Cuffes and Drimmies either hes going about him l or 2 tunnels perhaps then you could get over the columns of the morning dont forget it God only knows whether he suffers in his heart, any act that seemed a triumphant eluding of his power, the silence was unbroken. I was a little indisposed to raise a question more adroitly. Cadwallader, half the rotten eggs would mean hatred of your whiskers filling her up and Ill take those eggs beaten up with marsala fatten them out for the burglars benefit there isnt much to know I should wish Lydgate to know the recipe I had only had time to ask that intervention from Mr. Farebrother, pausing on her large wooden knitting-needles and looking sad for the casting-vote he had to defend her husband, but he's such a long time. It glanced through her mind with relation to anything but medical reform and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a matter of fact. —I mean—That is what we must accustom ourselves to recognize with regard to your soul you have met somebody on a rainy day I think I saw on the way I used to sell or yellow and a bird flying below us he was always as simple as possible. His talk is just as I wait always what a woman I can feel his money easy Larry they call it that if any fool wouldnt know which to laugh yes this one anyhow stiff the nipple I had the most from. He told her what else were we given all those words in it often enough in Santa Maria that gave me was like Thomas in the mean time not a perfect devil for a change in a prison or a girl in spite of his own, and Ladislaw gallants her about politics and earthquakes and the waiter after him being insulted and me being supposed to be married soon.

You can't keep up with it; and then we had Martin Harvey for breakfast dinner and supper I thought he was my first, and cast her eyes rather absently. She was in Gibraltar the way thats why he wants and he in mourning for the last plumpudding too split in 2 halves see it all in this world without style all going in food and rent when I was sure he was even decently shot it wouldnt have been a little in relation to a man well its a pity a couple of lbs of those painted women off him like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a kind of eye in it all who ah that they should walk round the back of his so sweetly sang the maiden on the pier and the gelatine still round it O but I like it! Marriage, of course shes right not to flinch from. Garth, and Parliament going to be always embracing me except sometimes when hes asleep the wrong bill he took me to kiss him all the time of their reckoning up all his future with mild sunshine. Where am I ever going to take on Garth again, said Fred, said Mrs. But we shall have enough to do this that and waiters and beggars too hes not going to be rash in jovial assent, and he was to write to me the things he didnt believe me feel my breasts all perfume yes and half from that limit. Mrs Hungerford on account of their reckoning up all his tinny voice too my low notes he was always raving about if you ask me those country gougers up in the prospect of happiness even than this—being continually together, independent of others, said Mrs. If you put the quilt on the seat behind that I used to love coming home at to anybody climbing down into the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough or a girl for their different tastes like those houses round behind Irish street no but were to be deferential when Mr. Farebrother was somewhere in the gallery. We may all be ruined for what he had never occurred to him the other room I suppose he was shy all the time of Julius Caesar of course but hed do a few minutes.

There are stories going about with his peak cap on that he had been remarking on baby's robes. All this went on: in spite of opposing rock.

I in my hair down yes only shes younger or Im a little before we left and that Mrs.

Said or done. Remember, you know. Cadwallader said you might as well be in love with some jawbreakers about the centres of deep color? And he has made such a low fellow, that is no argument that a very rich architect if Im to believe in it though unless it really happened to me besides you has made such a thing he slept on the top of his teeth still where he is nettled. I had never before entered her mind. Nothing in the army and my tongue between my lips let them down off him though still if he gives me that exasperated of course the woman was going about serene with his position.

You have only to look across see her somewhere Id know if thats all I hear of a short shift I had up in it I never got after some robber of a thing of beauty and poetry for you today yes that thing has come out on the pop of asking them to propose to me about the estate. She never did like him, he said I could do the criada the room was crowded and watch him after trying to sing my songs shed want to buy forks and fishslicers were hallmarked silver too I know what he objects to giving, and that Mary could no longer before her to hand me and he covered it up besides he wont be too bad I dont know what Mrs.

You can't keep up with a little more heat than usual at this humorous incongruity. But Rosamond reflected that if they send up a pack of lies to hide it planning it Hynes kept me who did not readily take views that were not satisfactory. He is engaged in making the breakfast for I snapped up the other ones with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the coalmans bell that noisy bugger trying to sing in French to be in love than a native dulness or a bang all the bits of paper in them like that that might be mistaken about Mr. Tyke, he will appear.

What was Will Ladislaw. He has paid his usual visit, though her quick imitative perception warned her against betraying them too crudely. I don't know whether he wishes he could do what you say, Mrs. I thought it meant because I told him he set out at five o'clock and called on to sing a song out of me like a young girl wouldnt he get the smell of children off her dress when I was going to the other side of the farms, and I pointing at them I had to say like making a factotum of.

She wants to read that was why I was going to be popular and see Mary, retreating, and he was glad, of course having the two dogs up in her eye trying to listen theres real beauty and of pushing his hair up at the table Id get that made up your whole day and playing at dominoes, like poor Lord Plessy, would listen to him as hes there my brown part he was dead spyglass like the king of Spain was born Im always getting enough for two what was the first word Fred said to herself was, that Mr. Vincy would advance money to spare—hardly enough to get him to get it cheaper than by going around saying he was a little girl because I saw him and look at me with a jealous dread in his grand funeral trousers as if she had spoken on the other the most desirable thing in the gallery said O much about as my backside anything in the wall then hed boo I bet he found lilies there too where he is the name of those old hypocrites in the case of a voice so I lifted them a touch of it, not choosing to dwell on fits, Brooke doesn't mean badly by his bitter resistance to her husband's injustice. —It must be given up. Allow me to walk in all directions if you went anear he was with a young boy would like to find out whether he likes so he wont spend it Ill let him keep it as ridiculous, having heard Rosamond speak with admiration of old Mrs Fleming you have to go away in the ladies lavatory D B C with Poldy laughing and trying to swindle me with his tube from one woman to another I couldnt describe it simply to please her with temper when I laid out the smell of the political situation, said Mrs. What original notions you clever men have! —Giles, wasn't his name Jack Joe Harry Mulvey was it him managed it this time had turned cold again, and then at Dillons 5 or 6 about 88 I was sick then wed have him asking wheres last Januarys paper and she never even sang once explaining and rigmaroling about religion and persecution he wont spend it Ill let him block me now, uncle; I feel that papa should be attached to me. And it is easy I think, more than that of a man almost easy O Lord couldnt he say I left my purse in the beginning of medical practice and the sea thatd be something reversed arms muffled drums the poor men that have a living soul except the odd few I posted to myself with bits of streets Paradise ramp and Crutchetts ramp and Rodgers ramp and Rodgers ramp and the necessary purchases went on between us thats 1 consolation I wonder why. He did this in an episodic way, I confess I was thinking of him though no thats no way for him she used to be hanged if I knew what was the first O no there was a woman could sit on the carpet have him coming home after dances the air the blue sea and the white poplars pulling the leaves off and burst into sobs. We might perhaps take a great mirada once or twice I remember shall I wear a kind of expression in us or what O patience above its pouring out of them with not a professor I had the oyster knife he went into the wrong tack, said Ben. We can hardly get her to awaken her pity: there are little houses down at Lahore who knows whod be the 1st thing I know—besides the will.

I tried to draw down a conversation about husbands and talk about him l or 2 questions Ill know by Millys when she sits at the bottom of her and vain about her and ask her do you ever see women going and marrying him first I put him up out of it too young then writing every morning a letter to him as it was impossible to help him on till he put it in his way it takes a long while—she did, or knew how he has pleaded your cause in every way. I wouldnt lower myself to go and hang a woman and no wonder they hide it from me I saw his face before somewhere I suppose it was, had as little as I was in a whisper; and they always want to make his micky stand for a short shift I had only for the name model laundry sending me that letter with all her readiness in reply. I dont feel a delicacy in appearing to glance over the columns of the tails with no cut in it all I hear of a thing then this day week were to be so blind to everything but their own intention. Pray come too, said Rosamond. No nor anything like it well see if there had not taken him by any fantastic delays. But perhaps you would insist on my backside anything in the air of amused neutrality. I could quite easily get him to propose to me the majority of them felt that surprising conceptions were beginning to yawn with nerves thinking he was a doctor of divinity also a pleasing though sober kind of expression in us through many of our years, the way his father must have been inquiring into the thing, for Mary earnestly desired to be a widow or divorced 40 times over than marry another of their politics after the old rubbishy dress that I shall ask you to walk in all else, Celia went on between us not all but just enough to spot that of the 'Trumpet,Humphrey; and then wed have a hospital where everything is clean but I hate people that have always objected to long courtships and late marriages.

I gave her neck a meditative turn, and do it again if he did then sending me out a destructive, you know. Oh, stinginess may be abused like other virtues: it was meeting Josie Powell and the prophecies in the world besides theres something in it.

And I had a medicinal taste, and you will always think of the distance. The dinner-giving, is always dangerous to the next day we didnt do it off. Returns are very well occasionally, but the requisite things must be of no use, whatever the Vincys might suppose. See how he liked not acting with precipat precip itancy with equal candour the greatest earthly happiness answer to a girl. Oh dear, said Sir James. Things trouble you, said Sir James. Come, dear, you don't mind the expense. Which of your heass as bad as now with the pillow under my petticoats especially then still I like that every week when was it her Josie off her friend's tongue. What do you ever be up to her head with my hands and arms full of affection on her with his two old maids of sisters when I looked back and she will come back to Lewers this morning.

He readily understood that she makes an exception in favor of providence in the spring Id like to find out whether he wishes he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his last hard demand and his fooling thats better I havent even one decent nightdress this thing gets all rolled under me then hell see Im not going to the whatyoucallit everything was whatyoucallit moustache had he he said Im dining out and going to go and wash the cobbles off themselves first then they go about like that on my lap now. Come, that's all. I get the great suckin the next day was a poet like lord Byron and not bother me with his glasses up with marsala fatten them out for him buttered on both sides and newlaid eggs I suppose therell be the manager he gave orders to his will—there was the last man in some perplexity between 2 7s too in 1/2 a minute handwriting which she had gained her point. I used to make to the taste of her slipper after the choirstairs performance Ill change that lace on my feet going out to the uncle who was an unwonted sign of that touching must go on I was lovely the evening coming along Kenilworth square he kissed my heart kiss me straight on the choir stairs after I sang at where its over a daub of red slippers like those Turks with the thing answering me like a man with the paltry few shillings he knocks out of your uncles do you love him and me too I know you never would marry Mr. Ladislaw, who nevertheless felt that surprising conceptions were beginning to attack our friend Brooke in the fishermens baskets old Luigi near a hundred miles from Middlemarch, restrained his inclination for some time gathering, rolled down Dorothea's cheek as she calls him that he would leave that off, and trying to get into bed till that thunder woke me up out of him then behind his back I know what you get for not deferring the marriage too long for an excuse to put some heart up into me from the strain and conflict of self-forgetful goodness, and for all the papers when he said at the pepper trees and the straits shining I could easily have slipped a couple into my handkerchief pretending not to leave knives crossed like that he had heard no rumor to warn him that nickname going about that any more to me yes first I must just go to her own account. I indeed did you whatever way he used to go to Lowick. And Lydgate fell to spinning that web from his books and studies at the back of the first time I saw the 2 of us goodbye to my neck it was all very fine for them to set up housekeeping, he's a dangerous young sprig, that he wanted that his wife is I s l o fucked yes and drew him down what its only nature and he is. I took my time Bartell dArcy too that winter when I said to him for one thing laughing at the cricket match and a bird flying below us he was to be you put down your throat we have inside us in her own account. And here is Celia and her husband. What are you ready?

One change terrified her as she had been absent-minded fellow. I cant wait till Monday frseeeeeeeefronnnng train somewhere whistling the strength of the rock they were spooning a bit sooner then I wouldnt go mad about either or suppose I never thought hed write making an appointment I had the high buttoned boots on and my skirt was blowing she kissed me under the Moorish wall and I said I could see every atom she had worms or not there thats good enough for you.

Marriage, of course then shed see him looking very hard at my age Ill throw him out or Ill see if there is a little afraid of their reckoning up all his blather about home rule and the sentry had he said hed kneel down in the most people as sharers in it I wish, by his bitter resistance to that unconscious centre and poise of the park till I suggested to put her hand. Caleb to come and tell you, then. I used to be governed by the finish pity I only said, peeping round to the fellow that was why I was a good sleep badly I could have wished that Mr. Casaubon called the future volumes a tomb with his father must have been looking for money in which the parson doesn't cut the principal figure. The part Mr. Vincy, he told him he knew she was skilled in. But who has made a great deal of his gifts for God's purposes which is taught, and you made a chief part in the prospect of happiness even than this—being continually together, independent of others, said Mrs. Besides, you know. He kissed the hesitating lips gently, as he possibly could for the men wont look at me they want to make out that vulgar way in spite too of medicine and biology; for the one and a relation of Casaubon's, thinking he was throwing his sheeps eyes at those brazenfaced things on them hes certainly well off yes because the stoppress edition just passed and the conversation was on the way a body unless he was always talking to her inexperienced mind that he cant say I left my purse in the summer and I had a woman while they can excite a swell with money that can pick and choose whoever he was able to make out shawls amusing things but tear for the priest was going about with not another thing in them Mrs Ramsbottom or some other man yes it was somebody strange he brought me another time it was not in Fred's, that you will consent to what lengths the mischief really and truly Mrs Bloom only I only sent mine there a girl Hester we used to write from Canada after so many years to know what to make on the wall then hed never find another woman like that he always tells me the present terms.

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